#go to bed Maria challenge

[itspileofgoodthings]

two people who never wavered on Ben being in love with Rey: me and Adam Driver.

[jobean12-blog]

It Had to Be You

Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader

Word Count: 4.8K

Summary: Your best friend is Tommy's girlfriend so naturally meeting Tommy's brother comes with the territory. He's gorgeous and you definitely want to get to know him better but it doesn't seem like that's in the cards. In fact, it seems like he'd rather be anywhere but near you so when Maria suggests a weekend away touring breweries and relaxing at a Bed and Breakfast with her Tommy and Joel, you're first thought is, "hell no!" But after some begging and pleading, Maria gets you to agree and Tommy wears down Joel, but what will the weekend bring? More grumpiness and exasperation or will you and Joel finally learn to get along.

Author's Note: This is for the lovely Kate's @burntheedges "Roll a Trope Challenge" I got #4- Enemies to Lovers. And I may have snuck another trope in there too haha! I sort of got carried away with it but it was fun to write and while I didn't focus as much on their first few meetings, I hope it comes across that they didn't get off to the best start but this little weekend away changes everything. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by @firefly-graphics thank you sweet Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: grumpy Joel, teasing, tension (all the kinds), flirting, softness and fluff, a few curses, lots of meddling (in the best way), confessions, dry humping, smut (If I missed anything let me know)

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“No fuckin’ way Tommy.”

Joel shakes his head as he leans against the kitchen counter, coffee mug in hand.

Tommy stands across from him, exasperation etched across every feature.

“Come on big brother, you could really use the time away.”

“Not with her,” Joel retorts. “Why would you even bother asking? It’s not like we have the best track record. Shit…”

Tommy hangs his head and pinches the bridge of his nose, and in that moment looking every part the mirror image of Joel.

“You won’t even think about it?” Tommy pleads.

“It’s too early for this bullshit. We have to get to work,” Joel grumbles in response.

“That wasn’t a no,” Tommy chimes back with a winning smile. “I’m gonna wear you down.”

Joel slams the door to his pickup and comes round the hood, pinning Tommy with a murderous glare.

“You’re never gonna shut the hell up are you?” Joel asks.

“Not until you say yes! What problem could you possibly have with brewery tours and beautiful scenery?”

Joel’s eyes narrow. “You know exactly what my problem is.”

“Well, you need to get over it. Give it time, get to know her better.”

“Get over it my ass,” Joel mutters, hands on his hips and jaw set in a firm line, as if that explains everything.

He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, muttering something unintelligible before he scoffs, “fine. But if things go to hell in a handbasket it’ll be all your doin’.”

Tommy let’s out a triumphant whoop and then pats Joel on the back, hard.

“See you tomorrow morning brother, bright and early!”

You stand outside the truck at the curb, watching as Tommy arranges the bags in the most efficient way possible. Your best friend enjoys the view of her boyfriends ass as he stays in a continuously bent over position.

“You know if you stare any harder his pants might disappear,” you joke as you poke Maria.

She giggles and smacks your arm but still doesn’t remove her eyes from Tommy’s backside.

“Actually,” you start, sliding your eyes over to Joel who’s inspecting the front end of the vehicle. “If Joel actually helped maybe we could get out of here faster.”

Dark brown eyes lift and meet yours with a look of disdain. “What was that sweetheart?”

“Don’t sweetheart me,” you grunt. “Get your ass over here and help!”

“Is that what you’re doin’?” Joel asks as he saunters over, looking you up and down. “Or maybe you just wanna stare at my ass?”

He laughs when your face contorts into a look of disgust but still he walks over and starts to help Tommy.

“His ass is almost as nice as Tommy’s,” Maria whispers to you with lifted brows.

You intend to look away but now your focus has been drawn to exactly that-his ass- and it’s a fine one.

“Whatever,” you scoff and turn toward the door of the truck.

Tommy takes the wheel first with Maria in the front seat, leaving you and Joel squeezed into the back.

“Think you could save some room for the rest of us,” you mumble when you feel the press of Joel’s knee to your thigh.

His legs are spread wide, one lazy arm draped between while the other rests along the window’s edge.

He looks over at you, then down at his crotch.

“No,” he deadpans and spreads his legs wider, bumping you again.

“How soon until we reach the first brewery?” You ask Maria. “I’m going to need to be drunk this entire trip.”

That earns a laugh from everyone and when you look over at Joel you can see the corner of his mouth twitching with a smile.

After a rousing game of twenty questions, in which you and Joel argue through most of it, the banter quiets and Tommy puts on the radio. You can feel yourself nodding off, your body slowly sinking closer to Joel, but you fight it, consistently trying to peel your eyes open and lean toward the window.

The first thing you feel is the cool air on your face and then the slowing of the van. You inhale sharply and stiffen as you come back to consciousness.

“Shit,” you murmur and rub a hand over your face.

With a stretch you extend your arms, bumping Joel’s chest.

“Shit,” you say again, but louder, realizing you were nestled up against him.

He blinks at you several times then looks down at where you’re still resting along the side of him, warm and firm.

“Did I fall asleep on you?” you ask him.

He shrugs indifferently. “I guess I was asleep too.”

You continue to stare but don’t move away from him.

“Need another nap?” he asks with a smirk.

You blow a raspberry and sit up. “You wish.”

He shakes his head and opens the door, giving Tommy a “told you so” look before saying loud enough for your to hear, “I need a beer the size of my head. Now.”

After touring the first brewery and trying several different beers you’re feeling much more relaxed but hungry.

“When are we stopping to eat?” you ask.

Tommy smiles over his beer and looks at Maria.

“Well,” Maria starts. “There’s this local place just a mile or two away that the owner of the brewery said is great.”

“Perfect,” you say, “let’s go!”

Joel makes a grumbling sound from behind you, and you turn with a spin, pinning him with a look.

“Problem?” you ask.

“Maybe I’m not done tryin’ beers.”

You cross your arms over your chest and for a second you think you see his eyes drop to your cleavage but just as quickly as it happens his dark eyes are back on yours, narrowing.

“The tour is over,” you state. “I think everyone is hungry.”

“Or just you?” he asks.

“Actually, I’m starving,” Tommy says with a bright smile.

Joel just grunts out a curse in Tommy’s direction and brushes past you.

“You know,” you whisper, falling in line next to Tommy and Maria, “you’d think he’d loosen up with some drinks.”

Tommy puts a warm arm around your shoulder and just laughs.

Sitting on the crooked bar stools, you and Maria watch Tommy and Joel play darts.

“You practically have heart eyes,” you tell her. “I love it.”

She laughs and takes a sip of her drink. “He’s just…”

“I know,” you finish for her. “He’s a great guy.”

“You know Joel is too right?” she adds. “He’s just a little rougher around the edges.”

“Something like that,” you mutter. “I wish I knew why he hated me.”

“He does NOT hate you,” Maria says adamantly. “In fact, I bet it’s the exact opposite, but he has no idea how to handle it. He hasn’t dated in like forever.”

“I can’t imagine why…” you say wryly.

Maria laughs and smacks your arm. “You deserve a good guy, you know.”

“Like Tommy,” you smile.

“Like Joel.”

As if sensing the weight of your attention, both Joel and Tommy turn toward you and catch you smiling. Tommy saunters over and takes Maria in his arms. Joel follows, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck before shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Darts?” he asks when Maria and Tommy start whispering.

“Ok,” you say and slide off the stool.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doin’ sweetheart?” Joel asks as he watches you line up a shot.

“First of all, stop calling me that,” you grit out. “And second of all, yes…maybe.”

Joel laughs and steps closer, gently taking your wrist and giving you a second to pull away. When you don’t he repositions your arm and fixes your fingers.

“There, try that,” he says, his breath warm against your ear. “And I only call you that because you’re so sweet.”

At that, you throw your head back and laugh. “In your dreams maybe and to everyone else but you.”

“Of course,” he says with a shake of his head.

You throw your shot, hitting close to the bullseye and let out a cheer.

“You’re welcome,” he says before grabbing a dart and throwing it right in the middle of the bullseye.

“You suck,” you say.

“Obviously,” he answers with a grin.

Tommy comes over to let you know the food is ready and you go sit down to eat. The food revives everyone and when your bellies are full you sit back and enjoy the stories Tommy and Joel share of their childhood and teenage shenanigans.

Joel’s eyes are warm, and his smile is bright and every so often you catch him staring.

“I need to use the bathroom,” you blurt out.

“So do I,” Maria says, following you out of the booth.

Once you’re in the safety of the bathroom, she corners you and asks, “so?”

“So…what?” you shoot back.

“Are you having fun?”

“Yeah,” you say. “The beer is great and I’m happy I get to hang with you guys.”

“Even Joel?”

You pause.

“He’s not sooo bad I guess.”

“Try to let go of those past experiences, he’s not always so grumpy and…” Maria trails off pointedly.

“Unapproachable?” you finish for her. “He barely said hello to me,” you continue, practically shouting. “And every time I tried to talk to him he looked like he wanted to puke!”

“Maybe he was nervous?” Maria muses.

“Why the hell would he be?” you say with a face. “Then I call him out on being a grumpy ass and he get’s all mad.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re giving him another shot,” she says with a laugh. “A new start.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” you reply.

“Hey, at least enjoy his fine ass for the weekend.”

You let out a giggle and practically push her out the door of the bathroom. As you approach your table you realize that Tommy has moved his seat and now you either have to sit next to him, which you can’t because Maria quickly slips into the spot, or next to Joel.

Joel looks at you then down at his beer, twirling the glass mindlessly between his fingers. He then grabs the pitcher and pours you a glass, sliding it down next to his.

You sit and grab it, taking a long sip.

“Are you just trying to get me drunk, hoping I’ll be sweeter?”

“Will it work?” he asks, his eyes sparkling.

“Guess we’ll find out,” you laugh.

He lifts his glass to yours with a clink.

You glance over at Tommy and Maria, cuddled close and whispering. When your eyes swing back to Joel his gaze drops to your mouth, but he seems to remember himself and sits up straighter.

“Talk to me,” you say and try to keep your tone light. “I’ve been trying to get you to talk for months.”

He gives you a sheepish look.

“Give me a topic,” he counters.

You lean back against the booth and think.

“Not work,” you say, “I hear enough about that from Tommy.”

“Yeah no work talk,” he agrees.

“Making fun of Tommy won’t get us far into getting to now each other.”

Joel laughs, the action making his eyes crinkle attractively at the corners.

“As much as I love doing that you’re right.”

“Ok,” you say, turning toward him and leaning a little closer. “Girlfriend?”

He startles and his eyes go wide.

“Are you asking if I have one?”

“Yeah, I guess,” you say.

His smile is a tiny tilt of his mouth.

“No,” he says quietly and looks down, picking at something on his jeans. “No girlfriend.”

“And why not?” you ask, taking a sip of your beer and watching him over the rim.

He studies you for a moment, his eyes wandering over your features, then shrugs.

“I guess I’m just picky…”

“And grumpy?” you add but not without a smile and playful tone.

“Shit,” he mutters. “Sometimes I can be I guess and…”

He doesn’t finish the sentence and instead finishes off his beer.

“And?” you say, waiting patiently.

“And. Well, it’s been a while since I’d had a beautiful woman pay any attention to me. I’m out of practice.”

His admission is endearing, and you warm at his compliment.

“I’m sure there are plenty of beautiful women who want to talk to you. You just don’t give off the ‘come talk to me’ vibes.”

“Yeah, I get that,” he says with a dry laugh.

“You’re doing just fine now though,” you add.

He smiles gratefully and you continue talking about everything and nothing for the next hour. The conversation flows easily and you’re not sure if it’s the beer or just the fact that you’ve both let down your defenses but you’re enjoying his company.

You’re focused on his lips as he parts them to answer your ‘what’s your favorite book’ question but suddenly a shrill sound goes off, echoing through the restaurant and making you cover your ears.

Joel immediately takes your hand and nudges you out of the booth, calmly exiting the restaurant via the indicated fire escape route.

Once you’re outside his hand stays firm around yours as he leads you away from the building and the blaring noise. The waiters came out to assure everyone that it’s only a small kitchen fire, and everything is fine.

You finally find Tommy and Maria, their eyes immediately landing on your hand in Joel’s. The two of you separate like children caught doing something naughty and put some space between your bodies.

“It’s a good thing I was done eatin’,” Tommy jokes.

Turns out, the escape route took you to the back of the restaurant, at the top of a hill overlooking the mountains. The sun has already set but the lights from the restaurant illuminate enough of the grounds for you to see it’s beautiful and lush.

“What’s that?” you ask, pointing to a structure at the far edge of the fences.

“Maybe outdoor seating?” Joel says. “Would be a nice view.”

“I bet it’s just storage,” Maria says.

“Boring!” you huff. “I want to go see.”

“I don’t know if…” Joel starts, but you sprint off before he can finish the thought.

Before you get to the structure you hear steady footfalls behind you and then Joel is there, slowing to a walk next to you and giving you a bewildered look.

You smile and step closer, realizing that Maria was in fact right, it’s just a building used for storage or something like that.

“Totally boring,” you say. “I knew it.”

Joel stares at you with an unreadable expression.

“What?” you ask.

“Darlin’,” he tsks. “You can’t just…”

He stops and runs a hand through his hair. “You can’t just run off into the dark.”

“Did you just call…,” you trail off, deciding not to finish the thought, and start over with, “then why did you follow me.”

He looks at you like you just asked him the dumbest question. “I couldn’t just let you run off alone.”

“How chivalrous of you Joel.”

With a lopsided smile he reaches out his hand, entwining his warm fingers with yours to lead you back toward the group.

“Well?” Tommy asks with a knowing smirk.

“Just storage,” you answer, “Maria wins.”

Maria lets out a small victory cheer before snuggling against Tommy with sleep eyes.

“Everyone ready to head to the inn?” Tommy asks, stifling a yawn.

With nods of agreement, you start to head back to the restaurant to pay your bill, your hand still tucked warmly in Joel’s.

“It looks like you and Joel are actually getting along?” Tommy says, or rather, asks with raised brows.

Your eyes shift to Joel who’s standing outside the car pumping gas, a pit stop you had to make before getting to the inn. He’s staring up at the sky as you study his profile, and you keep your eyes on him even as you answer Tommy.

“Yeah…?”

“Yeah? Or yeah,” Tommy says.

“Well, we’re definitely doing better than the last few times,” you say with a laugh. “At least now he talks more and smiles.”

Tommy sighs and looks at his brother through the window.

“He hasn’t done this in…well it seems like forever, so…”

“He mentioned that” you say quietly. “I get it. It’s not like my last relationship was any good.”

Tommy’s eyes turn to you. “I hated that guy. I still wanna punch him in his stupid face.”

“Me too,” you agree with huff.

Joel secures the nozzle back onto the latch and opens the door, looking between both you and Tommy as you stare at him.

“What?” he asks.

“Did you get any snacks from the store?” you shoot back quickly.

“Did you want something?” Joel asks.

“Yeah actually. I think I do. I’m gonna go in to get something and find Maria.”

Joel holds the door open for you and watches until you get inside the store before sliding into the front seat next to Tommy.

“So,” Tommy says, and Joel pins him with an unamused stare.

“Am I about to hear the same thing she did?” Joel ask as he points his finger toward the store, gesturing to you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Tommy says with a smile. “But if you want to talk I’m all ears.”

Joel purses his lips and looks forward out the front windshield. After a few moments of silence he says, “I like her. I have since the first time we met.”  

“I know,” Tommy answers.

Joel’s head whips around.

“You know?”

“Yeah, of course big brother. I knew why you could never get your shit together in front of her. It was obvious.”

“Obvious?” Joel repeats, his jaw tight.

“Look…she’s a beautiful woman and she showed interested in you. You couldn’t handle it.”

Joel remains silent, his breathing even until he sighs heavily and mutters, “yeah.”

“I’m pretty sure she’s still interested now that she sees you’re not a total ass,” Tommy adds with a lopsided smirk.

Joel lets out a puff of air and shakes his head. “Thanks for the boost of confidence.”  

You’re standing behind Maria and Tommy as they check into the Bed and Breakfast, every so often stealing glances at Joel and catching him doing the same.

“So, you only have two rooms available now?” you hear Maria ask.

You perk up at that and start to move closer to the desk. Maria turns to you and Joel to explain.

“There was a leak in one of the rooms we had on hold, and it won’t be fixed until Monday so now they only have two available…but I’ll just stay with you and Tommy and Joel can share the other room,” she says.

It takes you a minute to fully process the situation but when the realization hits that Tommy and Maria won’t have their own room and won’t get to enjoy their getaway to the full extent you offer up a different plan.

“Listen, I know how much you’ve been looking forward to this little vacation and I don’t want any of it to get spoiled so Joel and I can share a room, if that’s ok with him, and I’ll just sleep on a cot or pull out.”

“You mean I will darlin.’ You take the bed.”

Tommy and Maria stare at the two of you with matching shocked expressions.

“Are you sure?�� Maria asks, pulling you aside. “I mean when I told you Joel was coming you almost cancelled on me.”

“That was before. He’s been a lot nicer and more talkative now and I think we understand each other better. Besides…I don’t want you to miss out on your time with Tommy.”

You waggle your eyebrows suggestively and she giggles. “But are you sure you’re comfortable.”

You peek over at Joel, who’s talking to Tommy in the same hushed voice you’re speaking to Maria. “Yeah. I’m sure. I feel completely safe with him. Let’s just hope he doesn’t get grumpy.”

Once the rooms are settled you split up and head to your respective spaces. Joel opens the door to the spacious but quaint room, and you instantly notice the one bed in the center.

You plop down your bag and start to search for your toiletries. With necessities in hand, you walk into the bathroom and let out a squeal of excitement. Joel rushes in, practically bumping into you.

“What happened?” he asks.

“Look at the tub!” you say, doing a little happy dance. “It has feet!”

“Feet?” he responds, his voice trailing off.

“I can’t wait to use it!”

When he doesn’t respond you turn to face him and find him with his hand halfway through his mussed hair and his cheeks pink.

“You ok?” you ask with a furrowed brow. “Is it too warm in here?”

“Huh? Uh no, no. I’m fine. Are you um…are you going to use the tub now?”

“I think I’m too tired tonight, but definitely tomorrow!”

He just nods and excuses himself from the bathroom while you finish washing up. When you come out you see Joel by the door, checking the lock before he shuts it with a heavy click.

The moment feels loaded and when he turns and looks at you then the bed, you blurt out, “I really don’t mind sleeping on the pull out or the love seat. I’ve slept on worse.”

He rubs the back of his neck. “Nah darlin.’ I don’t want you to do that, I can manage just fine, even on the floor.”

“Don’t be silly,” you answer, grabbing your bag and pulling out your pajamas. “It’s a big bed. We can both fit just fine.”

You smile at him, hoping it looks reassuring and then say, “I’m just going to change.”

“Bathroom’s all yours,” you tell him when you come out.

He stares at you, letting his eyes run slowly down your body before they stop back at your face.

“Yeah. Thanks…”

He walks in with a clean shirt and nothing else and you wonder what the hell he usually sleeps in. He finally emerges from the bathroom, wearing the new tee shirt and his jeans.

“You’re going to sleep in your jeans?” you ask.

He looks up at you in surprise. “I mean, I usually don’t, but…”

“Just be comfortable ok?” you tell him.

“You look comfortable,” he murmurs, almost breathlessly. “Actually, what I mean is…you look, beautiful.”

“In my pajamas?” you giggle.

“Yeah and all the time.”

“Thanks,” you say quietly. “And I’m sure you look beautiful in whatever you wear to bed, so you know…just go for it.”

Hoping to go for nonchalance you smile warmly and then hop on the bed, grabbing your book and trying to give him some space to think.

After what feels like forever you notice movement out of the corner of your eye and realize he’s pulling off his jeans. Your skin heats and you try to keep your eyes on the page, but you can’t stop yourself from sliding a glance sideways to check out his ass in his boxer briefs.

He sits on the bed, and you quickly avert your eyes.

“Hope this is ok?” he says, with more of a questioning tone.

“Totally fine,” you answer, pretending to focus on the book.

As he shifts on the bed it bounces and squeaks and you try and hold in your laughter, but he hears you and starts to make his movements wilder. You fall over and into him, swatting at him with your hand.

He catches your wrist and runs his thumb across your hammering pulse, then presses it just over where his heart beats rapidly beneath his chest.

His expression shifts away from the playful smile, and he suddenly seems so unguarded. He continues to stare, the meaning in his eyes growing clearer the more your eyes hold.

“You ok?” he asks.

“More than ok,” you answer.

He pulls back the covers and grabs the remote to the TV. You both scoot under, arranging yourselves comfortably but without touching. But then, slowly, your bodies shift closer and his leg presses to yours, the soft slide of his leg hair against your thigh.

With a smile he reaches around you and pulls you to his side until your head rests on his shoulder.

“I must be comfortable with the way you fell asleep on me in the truck,” he teases.

“You are. I just didn’t want to admit it then.”

You feel his laughter and snuggle closer, resting a soft hand on his chest. At first, his fingers rest lightly on your bare shoulder but slowly they start to move, drawing small circles over your skin.

The feel of his calloused fingertips draws all your attention away from everything else and all you can think about his touch, his warmth, and the smell of him, clean but with the faint scent of his skin beneath.

Carefully, you slide one leg over his and press your face into his neck. You sense his breath hitch, but his fingers never stop exploring your skin, and finally he lets out a long and controlled exhale.

Your body is thrumming with tension and anticipation, so you focus on your breathing. In. Out. Slow and steady. Your eyes drift closed, and you give in to the drowsy relief.

When you wake, you’re flushed with the memory of his fingers on your skin and his warm mouth working it’s way down your neck.

But it’s not a memory.

Joel’s there, curled on his side and pressed against you from behind, his mouth moving from your ear and down your neck.

You make a quiet noise of surprise, pressing back into him and feeling him hard and ready against your ass. At the contact he groans and grinds his hips in a slow, pressing rhythm.

“Hey,” you whisper.

His teeth nip at your pulse point, and you whimper.

“Hey,” he answers.

You reach your hand back and slide your fingers through his hair to hold his face at your neck. He tugs the strap of your tank top down and follows the soft curve of your shoulder with his lips.

“I woke you,” he says, brushing his lips over your skin. “I’m sorry.”

He pauses, lips still hovering at your neck. “No. I’m not sorry.”

Turning in his arms, you lean in and let your nose brush his, lightly, until you feel the warmth of his breath on your lips.

His kiss is hungry, his mouth demanding as he slides his hands up your top and rolls over onto you. His moans vibrate against your kiss and your arms circle his shoulders, fingers delving back into his hair, and he rocks between your spread legs.

His sharp inhales and exhales fill the tiny space between you and every time he touches another inch of your skin he lets out a sharp grunt or moan, sending you reeling.

Bending, he slides your tank up over your breasts and dips his head to lick them, fill his hands with them, before returning his lips to your mouth with renewed need. Your body responds to the rhythm he sets, the hard press of him just where you want it, and when you arch into him, rocking your hips and working your body in tandem with his, he hisses out, “fuck darlin.’ Please.”

Each point of contact between you carries an electric current and he speeds up, breathlessly close and whispering your name with parted lips.

Your movements become erratic, gripping his ass, pulling him harder against you, the thin, silky material of your panties wet and slippery.

“Joel,” you whine and bring his lips to yours again.

He swallows your moans and grinds into you, the heat of his body scorching every inch of your skin until you come with a cry of his name, his own relieved sounds following just after and his release spilling onto your stomach.

His mouth presses to your neck, soft and slow, until he sits up on his elbows.

The darkness subsides as your eyes adjust, and with the slight bleed of light from under the doorway and through the curtains of the window, you can tell he’s staring down at you, gauging.

His hand cradles your cheek, his thumb sweeping just under your eye before he leans in for a tender kiss.

“I meant to take this slower sweetheart but…”

The sweetness in his voice laces around your heart and you kiss him to stop his words and show him it’s more than ok. That you’ll take whatever he’s willing to give.

“You’re covered in me,” he whispers.

“I don’t mind,” you say as you curl a strand of his hair between your fingers.

“We could take that bath now…if you want.”

“We?” you ask, smiling against his lips. “You’re dangerous Joel Miller.”

“Me?” he asks innocently. “You’re the one who had me thinking of you naked in that tub all night.”

“And I can’t wait to try it out…”

You shove on his chest until he rolls off you and discard your clothing as you walk into the bathroom.

“Fuck me,” you hear him murmur from behind you.

“That’s the plan,” you say over your shoulder before you turn on the faucet.

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[supernova41st]

howdy there buckeroo I'd like to request a drunk reader x Shadow (Im feeling romantical) and readers like an emotional drunk and poor Shadow has to take care of her ass LMAO OK TY

One too many ☕︎

Shadow x Drunk!Reader

Now playing • Nobody New—The Maria’s

A/n: I know little to nothing about being drunk so just bare with me on this one guys pls 🤝 Sorry this took so long to make, I was gonna make it a oneshot but idrk how to make Oneshots so I scrapped the whole thing and just made it into whatever this is.

Warnings: Reader gets Intoxicated, Emotional fluff, Light Mentions of Vomit/Urine(ALL SFW)

Divider creds ~ @saradika-graphics

It all began when Rouge decided to have a house party to celebrate her birthday. (as if she didn’t already host parties every other day) Since it was her party, of course she encourage everyone to bring a bottle of whatever alcohol they could find. Until this point, Shadow had never seen you drink before. He wasn’t sure if you could hold alcohol like a tank or if you were going to end up on a rooftop topless after one drink, so he kept his drinking at the party to a strong minimum in case you had one too many.

𖦹 ‘hm, so this is what hell feels like.’ Shadow thought. Well, can you blame him? Being in a room full of drunk 20 something year olds, along with loud raunchy music echoing throughout the house clearly wasn’t his thing. It was made pretty obvious by the fact that he was resting his back against a corner where no one noticed him. All he really did was stare off into space with his red solo cup filled with beer (that he didn’t drink). As his thoughts pondered on and on, he later realized..

𖦹 ‘I wonder where (Y/N) we-‘ before he can even finish thinking about where you’ve gone, he heard your voice. “SHADOW!” You screamed over the loud music, he slightly jolted in surprise. As soon as he laid his red eyes on you, he quickly noticed that you were intoxicated as all hell. Without responding to you calling his name, he rested the back of his hand onto your forehead, revealing that you definitely had a fever of some sort. “Shadow! Where were you?? I looked hic everywhere! Were you using your teleport thingy to mess with me?” You said, your words slurring over each other. Yeah, you were gone at this point.

𖦹 Shadow squinted his eyes in confusion, “Why would I—Wha—?..Forget it. I have to take you home, you’re drunk.” He softly grabbed your hand, pulling you through the crowd of drunks searching for the front door. You pulled away weakly due to how tired you were, “Hang on, I gotta pee”. You pointed to the line of people waiting to use the restroom, he rolled your eyes, then giving some ‘are you serious’ eyes. Oof, that was a look that was gonna stick with you tonight. “Alright, fine. But as soon as you’re done, we’re out.”

𖦹 After 14 exhausting minutes, you were finally able to go use the restroom. Shadow hoped that his eyes could bear staying open for the drive home after having lights being flashed in his face for minutes. Once you were done, you rested your head against his shoulder, making him jump a bit. He chucked, “Tired?” You hummed in agreement. ‘Good, shouldn’t be a challenge putting them to bed.’ He thought (wrong).

𖦹 The car ride home wasn’t long, at least it didn’t feel as long to you since you were asleep for the most part. It only made you feel more guilty that every time you looked over, Shadow looked tired, it made you wonder if dragging him was a mistake. He didn’t want to go, yet you had him come, now he was stuck taking you home. It wasn’t a good feeling.

𖦹 Your breath hitched at the car pulling over on the driveway, lights blinding you awake. Shadow opened the door, then reaching his hand out.“Can you stand up?” You nodded, then immediately falling once standing out the car, Shadow luckily catching you. He ended up carrying you to bed because your legs clearly gave up on you on the way home.

𖦹 Shadow gently placed you onto his bed, laying a thin blanket of his over your limp body. You rub the blanket a bit with your fingers, “Why do you have a blanket here? I thought you had like, so much energy chaos—shit in the world..” You questioned. “Well.. I’ve grown quite fond of napping really. It’s pleasant to not have anything to attend to for a couple hours.” His eyes wandered off as he responded, then later meeting yours, clearly not listening. “..N—Nevermind. Just stay here and I’ll go make you some tea.”

𖦹 Once he returned with your cup of tea, you were faced away from the door, seemingly asleep. He quietly sat on the edge of the bed, moving some hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear.‘Finally, they’re asleep’ he thought, placing the cup of tea on his nightstand. Just as he was about to leave the room, you suddenly grabbed his hand, calling out to him..

𖦹 “Shadow?” He paused, looking back at you. “Yes? Do you need anything, my love?” He asked concerned, last thing he wanted to do is have you puke all over his bed. You looked over at him, your eyes now swelling along with a runny nose. His face only grew more worried, “What’s wrong? Does something hurt? Do you need me to help you to the restroom? We can call you an ambulance if you’d li-“

𖦹 “Am I.. being a burden?” You croaked. He sighed in relief, he was still saddened that you felt such a way because you needed his help, but you had him thinking you broke something on the way! Wiping your tears away with his hands, “What makes you say that?” He asked. “I wouldn’t be helping you if you were.. I apologize if I made you feel such ways.” Shadow rests his cheek against the pillow, facing you. “If it makes you feel better, I can sleep here tonight with you. Only if you’d like, my love” He cupped your cheek softly, having you paying attention to him. You smiled sheepishly, the pillow squishing your cheek against your face. “Yes, please”

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FLOWER

Pairing: post outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

Tw: 18+ mdni, dead dove do not eat! dark fic! creator chose not to use all the warnings, unprotected piv, rough sex, enthusiastic consent, praise, choking, heavy angst

I didn’t include some warnings so as not to spoil the fic. If you wanna know them before reading DM me🖤

Word count: 900

A/n: Thank you for the moodboard and the writing challenge @iamasaddie ❤️ Your creativity never stops to amaze me😘😘😘

Masterlist

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Joel’s gripping the shovel tight, scowling at the first rays of the rising sun. A drop of sweat is sliding down the side of his face while he’s working tirelessly. His plaid shirt is completely soaked and an early morning breeze makes him shiver.

It’s the second time today that he’s sweating so profusely. The first one was a few hours ago when he was fucking you on his bed. Still wearing his shirt and jeans having just returned from a shift he was ruining your tight pussy as his sweat was dripping on your naked breasts.

“Sorry for waking ya up, baby. Need this,” he growled thrusting into you. “Fuck, that’s my girl!” he praised you, his face hovering over yours, after you tilted your hips up and opened your thighs wider for him to plunge deeper into your core. Your white nightie was bunged up in his fist, the skirt pulled up to your waist so he could see your greedy cunt swallowing his cock. His other hand found its usual place around your throat. Squeezing and letting go. And squeezing again.

***

You were always hungry for him, always ready to give yourself entirely. You never minded the dull ache of the stretch when his cock was splitting you in half. You loved the pain he bestowed on you, be it from his thick member or his harsh hands. You cherished every bruise and every scratch. He kissed them all after, gliding his calloused thumb over the ever changing rainbow of his marks on your body.

You’d been together only for a few months but his effect on you was tsunami-like. He quickly became your lover, your man, your god. You were new in town and the people in Jackson told you in a hushed voice to run, to escape, to leave him. He had a bad reputation, bloody trail of his past never seemed to wash off having turned him into a recluse. Yet no one could go against Maria’s brother-in-law. “He’s dangerous, violent, unstable”, well-wishers whispered in your ear at every opportunity when he wasn’t next to you. Which was rare. He became a major part of your life, all your life actually.

***

The first time he choked you, you came all over his thick thighs drowning his cock which was buried deep in your pussy. Soon you both couldn’t get enough of that feeling. Complete submission to Joel had already nested in your soul and you longed to give him more.

He’d never tell you but just the thought of holding your life in his hands like that made his cock throb. He loved your reaction to his hand wrapped around your neck. Joel groaned when your pussy vibrated around him, your cunt kissing his length. You looked so beautiful, your eyes rolled back, mouth opened desperate for air, your walls massaging his cock. He wanted to squeeze every part of you as if you were sand running through his fingers. He loosened his grip on your neck as soon as he started coming filling you up with his warm load. The color returned to your pretty face. You took a deep breath making up for the lack of oxygen and a surge of endorphins made you explode on his cock. You were in a pleasant daze after that and when he took you in his arms and stroked your hair you felt how much he loved you.

***

Today that love turned rotten. Poisonous. Suffocating. After fucking you still half asleep he sat up and put you on his lap with your back leaning against his broad chest. He was thrusting up into you and you helped him bouncing on his fat cock with your knees planted on the bed. His fingers were twitching your nipppes and rubbing your clit until his hand snaked up to the base of your throat and gripped it tightly. Your moan got muffled midway out of your lips and you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Love feeling your pulse, baby,” Joel murmured in your ear as your vein was fluttering under the pads of his fingers and your pussy began buzzing around his cock. Your hand was clenching his hair, the other gripping his forearm. You felt his muscles tighten as his fingers were squeezing your neck.

Soon Joel started shooting his cum into your womb and got lost in his high. Your pussy was making him feel so good. He missed how your hand tugged on his hair a few times and then fell on the bed. His spend was dripping out of your hole when his fingers finally parted from your throat.

*****

He stares at the ground and imagines you standing in front of him in your white nightie. You plant a soft kiss on his weathered lips and give him a warm smile. His dick twitches and he hates himself for it. He picks up the shovel and goes home.

There he doesn’t bother washing his hands. They’ll never be clean again. What’s done is done. And he’s done so many unspeakable things. Lost so much due to his mistakes.

He grabs his revolver from the nightstand and sits on the edge of the bed. He thinks of all the people he lost. All the people he hurt. He thinks of you, a pretty flower crushed by his brutal hand and his eyes sting with tears.

Today he’ll pay for all his sins. Today he won’t miss.

*****

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His Favourite Holiday

Joel x f!reader

Word Count 4.9K

18+ MDNI NON-CON

Summary: Being a ghost is super boring until a little Halloween power surge means Joel can finally get his hands on you.

A/N: I know this won’t be for everyone so please heed the warnings before reading, please protect yourself, I am not responsible for what you consume on the internet. Let me know if I missed anything. Written for @mermaidgirl30 Jamie’s Halloween Writing Challenge

TW: non-consensual voyeurism, masturbation (m and f), mentions of death and being dead, haunting, non-consensual groping, non-consensual fingering, non-consensual oral (f receiving), non-consensual piv, non-consensual cream pie.

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Death was nothing like Joel had expected. It was, to put it mildly, excruciatingly dull. He hadn’t been entirely sure what would happen to him after his body finally gave up on him. He’d given up on the notion of God the night he’d lost Sarah, and with that any thought of heaven and hell went out of the window for him too. He supposed he’d been hoping for peace. That he finally might rest easy. No such luck. Instead he found himself aimlessly wandering around Jackson, watching his family and friends and neighbours carry on with their lives, unable to influence the world around him. To himself he still felt solid so it had been quite the shock the first time someone walked right through him. He still wasn’t quite used to that all these months later.

At first he had refused to accept his insubstantiality. Trying hard day after day to move something, knock a bottle off a table, tug back a curtain, give Tommy a quick swat to the back of the head. Anything to make himself known. If he could do that he could be useful he thought to himself. A tireless guardian keeping watch by the gates, able to alert the guards to anything they’d missed. But nothing ever happened, his hand just sinking right through whatever it was he was aiming at.

When he finally gave up hope of ever being able to interact with the world again he began occupying himself by spying on the townsfolk. Although now he supposed it was less spying and more haunting. But life within the walls of Jackson wasn’t all that exciting. The odd fight breaking out over imagined slights and misunderstandings and the occasional scandal of infidelity. He wished he could go out on a patrol but he was bound within the walls of Jackson, anytime he’d tried to leave he’d found himself ricocheted back to the square right in the centre of town.

He kept mostly to the public places. Only ever entering the homes he’d been invited inside while he was alive, some vestige of decency still clinging to him, not wanting to violate the privacy of his neighbours too far. It didn’t leave him too many options, having never made that many connections while he’d been breathing. Really it was only Tommy or Ellie’s homes that he ever found himself in. But he could never stomach to stay long. The ache that came with watching them was almost too much to bear.

So for months he carried on with his boring, lonely existence, no purpose and nothing to look forward to. Until you arrived.

Your arrival was the most noteworthy thing to happen to Jackson since his own demise, and to Joel, bored out his mind and bitter with frustration you were a shining beacon of hope. Someone new, a change to the dull routine he’d been forced into. It didn’t hurt that he found you painfully attractive, your soft curves and pretty face lighting a fire in him that he never thought he’d feel again.

You’d been picked up on patrol and brought back, you seemed a sweet shy thing, all wide eyed wonder and mumbled gratitude. You clearly thought Jackson was too good to be true, he saw you pinch yourself multiple times in an attempt to convince yourself you weren’t dreaming. And when Maria brought you to your new home, a small one bed cottage near the outskirts of town, he broke his rule and followed you inside, desperate to learn more about you.

After a quick tour and promise to return later to take you to the dining hall Maria departed. Joel did not. He watched you mill from room to room, getting your bearings. He followed you into the bathroom and watched as you turned the shower on. You squealed with excitement at feeling the water turn warm, shucking your clothes like they were hurting you and diving under the stream.

The moan you released when the warm water hit your skin made his dick twitch. He didn’t know it could do that anymore, but then you turned and he got an eyeful of your beautiful, glistening tits and his cock was at full mast almost immediately. Instinctively he reached into his pants and grabbed hold of his throbbing erection, giving it an experimental stroke. God it felt good. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t tried this since he found himself in this new state of being, but then, he hadn’t had much to get excited over. Until now.

He moved closer, watching as you ran a sudsy washcloth over your glorious body, stroking himself in a steady rhythm. Fat droplets of water cascading down your tits and over your nipples made his mouth water. God what he wouldn’t give to suckle them. To suck that supple flesh into his mouth, kiss and bite and mark them, hear you moaning and whimpering under him.

You turned and bent down to wash your legs and feet, putting your pussy on full display for him. The groan he released, had it been audible, would have rattled the windows with its volume and intensity. It was so pretty and perfect. He couldn’t stop his free hand from shooting out as if to caress your folds but of course his hand sank right through your flesh. Biting back his disappointment at not being able to touch you he focused his gaze back on your body. Gazed longingly at your little hole, noting how much of a struggle it would be to force his big, throbbing cock into it, dreaming of how tight it would clench him.

You stood back up and positioned yourself back under the water, releasing a dreamy sigh of contentment that was enough to push Joel over the edge. He came hard, the thrill rushing through him like he’d been struck by lightning. He watched as phantom jets of cum fired onto to your belly only to disappear almost immediately. Well at least he didn’t have to worry about clean up. Being dead did have some perks after all.

Joel couldn’t help the small wave of guilt that washed over him. For using you so unabashedly for his own pleasure. But as he watched you carry on with your shower, completely unaware of his presence he decided it wasn’t doing you any harm and he needed this. What you didn’t know couldn’t hurt you. And this was the best he’d felt since he died.

And so Joel gave up on his feigned interest in the rest of the town and focused himself solely on you. He followed you everywhere, watched as you settled into Jackson, started work, made a few friends. And every night he’d follow you home and jerk off as he watched you shower before following you into your room to watch you sleep. You were so goddamn beautiful, he could sit and stare at you for hours and never be bored. And just like that Joel’s misery morphed into joy.

One night after a particularly busy shift in the Tipsy Bison, you headed straight for your bedroom once you finally made it home, stripping your clothes and pulling on the oversized t-shirt you wore to sleep. Joel was devastated to be robbed of his nightly relief, and also a little angry. He needed it, you were being incredibly selfish he thought, seemingly forgetting that you were not in fact willingly sharing your body with him, as if you had any idea at all of his presence.

He paced backwards and forwards at the foot of your bed, all pent up rage and frustration when you released a breathy moan, stopping him in his tracks. His head snapped towards you, lying on the bed, your legs bent at the knees and spread wide, your middle finger drawing light little circles on your clit. “That’s more like it,” he thought, his cock jumping to attention. He positioned himself right between your legs, hand around his cock. He watched every move you made, committing to memory all the things you liked, the movements that made you gasp and moan as he pumped up and down his cock. He watched as you teased yourself, building up speed and pressure before backing off and slowing down. You did this a couple of times before sliding your fingers down to your leaking pussy, rubbing faintly over your lips before plunging two fingers in deep. Joel couldn’t take his eyes off you as you began to pump them in and out releasing small whimpers when you let your thumb catch your clit with every inward stroke.

“You’re doing so good for me baby, keep going,” he growled at you, desperate to see what you look like when you come. “My fingers would feel so much better in there honey, I wish I could show you.” He could tell you were getting close as your breathing grew ragged and your moans grew louder. He tugged his cock in a frenzy, wanting to finish with you.

Your hips bucked off the bed and you let out a deep, long moan as your climax hit you. Joel was enthralled as he watched your body jerk and your cheeks flush, watched your slick, leaking hole clench around your fingers. With a final stroke of his cock he peaked, his cum landing over your pussy and hand before disappearing.

“Jesus baby, you’re incredible,” he praised as you slumped down on your bed, exhausted. You were asleep within seconds, forgetting even to turn off the bedside lamp.

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As the months passed Joel’s obsession with you only grew. He’d only noticed the summer ending and the changing weather through the change in your clothes. Summer dresses replaced with jeans and sweaters. Joel mourned for the warmer weather and the extra glimpses of your soft skin it afforded. Not that he didn’t get to see every inch of you every day but still. He only realised Halloween was approaching when you brought home a small pumpkin, scooped out the delicate flesh and carved the carcass into a jack-o-lantern to place on your front porch. You spent the rest of the evening sewing some triangles of stiff fabric onto a headband to look like cat ears.

Joel had always loved Halloween. It had been his favourite holiday in the before, always choosing him and Sarah matching costumes to take her trick or treating, plotting out a route beforehand to hit the houses with the best candy first. Returning home and dutifully rationing out some candy for her before stealing some of the best bits once she was finally asleep, only to be told off in the morning when she realised some of her stash was missing.

The next morning you dressed yourself in a black jumper dress, drew a little nose and some whiskers on your face and topped it off with your headband and a ribbon around your neck to act as a collar. Joel stood behind you as you appraised your outfit in the mirror, “prettiest kitty I ever saw honey,” he told you.

“Huh?!” You spun around to take in the empty room, sure you’d heard a faint whisper. But of course, the room was empty.

“Can you hear me honey?”

There it was again. You ducked your head out into the hallway but still couldn’t see anything. “Hello, is someone there?”

“Yes honey, it’s me.” Joel was shouting now, following you as you moved down the hall into the living room, desperate for you to hear him. Just as you entered the living room a blur of black plummeted in front of you making you scream and jump back, only to realise it was your next door neighbour’s cat Toby, jumping off the bookcase he’d clearly been sleeping on.

“Jesus Toby, you scared the shit out of me,” you huffed, bending to pick up the meowing cat, “how’d you get in here, did you follow me in last night? Naughty boy, lets get you home.”

You walked out the door, cat in your arms, the faint whispers of Joel’s bellowing drowned out by your own voice and Toby’s contented purrs. You walked next door and knocked, stroking and kissing Toby’s head while you waited for Joan to answer.

“Hello deary,” she greeted you cheerfully, “oh Toby, have you been causing trouble?”

“Ha well, other than scaring me half to death he’s been a perfect house guest. He musta followed me in last night, sorry Joan.”

“Maybe you just caught his attention in that get up,” she cackled.

“Oh God, I totally forgot,” you groaned, “everyone working the Bison today is getting dressed up, thought it would be fun you know?”

“Well you certainly look the part, it’s a great costume. I’ll maybe swing by to see what costume Seth has picked out,” she chuckled winking at you and taking a content Toby from your arms, “thanks for bringing him back deary, I’ll let you get on.”

“See you later.”

Joel followed you silently to the dining hall. He was sure you’d almost heard him back at the house but there was no way you’d hear him now, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of the busy town. It was so strange, why now after all this time? Maybe all the nonsense about Halloween wasn’t such nonsense after all? Maybe the veil between the living and the dead really was weakest today. Lost in his thoughts trying to remember all the old wives tales he’d heard about Halloween, he didn’t realise you had stopped in line to get your breakfast and he walked through you. But whereas normally he passed through the living like he was nothing but air, today he felt…resistance. Like he was viscous and had to force himself through you. Turning around he watched you shudder and a crooked smile graced his face. Maybe today he could have some real fun.

As you ate your breakfast he experimented with the items on the table. As with when he passed through you, anytime he pushed his hand against an object he felt an unusual resistance but the items remained steadfastly and disappointingly still on the table. But he refused to give up. And it’s not like he had much else pencilled in for today so he heaved a sigh and kept trying.

Once you were done he followed you like a faithful dog over to the Tipsy Bison. Letting yourself in you got to work straight away, hanging decorations round the walls of the bar, strings of paper spider webs and little bats and pumpkins that the kids in school had been making all week. Joel positioned himself at the end of the bar, watching you work as he half-heartedly tried to push the glass in front of him onto the floor.

Just as you finished you knocked the bag that had contained the decorations onto the floor, torn fragments of paper spilling from it and littering the floor like confetti.

“Ah crap,” you muttered to yourself, disappearing behind the bar for a moment reappearing with a dustpan and brush. You bent from your waist and vigorously started sweeping up the mess giving Joel a perfect view of your tits bouncing in your low cut dress. His dick twitched and the glass he’d been swatting at for the last half an hour sailed off the bar and smashed into the wall opposite.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard it smash. Trying to calm your breathing you wandered over to look at the broken glass now littering the floor, glancing around uneasily. Joel followed suit, in shock at what had just happened. “Fuck yeah baby, that’s what I’m talking about!” he yelled out causing you to jump once again, spinning round and once again being confronted by an empty space.

“He-hello. Who’s there?” you called out, backing your way behind the bar and retrieving the baseball bat Seth kept hidden there for in case folks got too rowdy. You circled the entire room, checking the toilets and the back room only to find them empty. You wandered back into the bar, bat still in hand but now hanging by your side.

“Oh honey, I ain’t gonna hurt you sweet thing,” Joel whispered right in your ear just as the bar door burst open and you swung the bat wildly in that direction.

“Jesus, what the fuck?!” Alex yelped, barely jumping back from the violently swinging bat, her witches hat falling from her head.

“God Alex I’m so sorry, something really fucking weird is happening. The glass flew off the bar and smashed and I’ve been hearing this whispering all day and I got this really weird feeling in the dining hall this morning…” you babbled out almost incoherently.

She considered you for a moment and then a smile broke out over her face, “you almost had me there for a second,” she giggled, “I admire your dedication to the bit, very convincing, you really do look terrified. Did Seth put you up to this?” She moved over to the bar and began getting organised.

“Alex I’m serious, something weird is going on.”

“Yeah ok, ok, look, I’ll tell Seth I believed you, that you gave me a good scare. I know how seriously he takes his pranks. I won’t let on that I figured you out straight away.”

“Alex…”

“You should probably clean that glass up, people will be coming in soon and we don’t want people to get hurt.”

You heaved out a sigh and replaced the bat behind the bar. She wasn’t going to believe you. And if you were honest with yourself, if someone had told you those same things you too would have taken it for nothing but a Halloween prank. Or that the person was crazy. You tried to put it out of your mind and got on with cleaning up.

Joel was brimming with joy. Oh he was going to have so much fun today. He kept practicing moving objects. More carefully now, not aiming to draw attention to himself again just yet. He pushed pictures slightly askew around the room, shuffled beer mats slightly around tables. All little controlled movements. It got easier each time. Like muscle memory building. Brimming with confidence he sidled up behind you as you cleaned a table, reaching his hand around you he hovered for a second before scooping your tit in his hand and giving it a firm squeeze.

Your yelp of surprise mixed with his groan of pleasure in his ears, he was fit to combust. Yanking his pants down he jerked off in the middle of the Tipsy Bison, coming embarrassingly quickly at the memory of the way your flesh had given under his hand, so soft and yielding. Fucking flawless.

Lost in his own little bubble he only caught the end of Alex admonishing you for continuing with the prank before turning to open the doors of the bar. Joel felt a wave of guilt as he took in your clearly overwrought appearance, your bottom lip trapped between your bottom teeth, swollen and raw from being chewed, your hands trembling as you gathered your cleaning materials and hurried behind the bar. He didn’t want to scare you. He wanted to make you feel good. He just hadn’t been able to help himself, finally able to make physical contact the draw of your sweet body had been too much for him. He had to have you and today might be his only chance. But he could back off for now. Give you a breather and allow you to settle your nerves. He couldn’t fuck you here after all. Still wasn’t entirely sure it would be possible at all but he was closer than he’d ever been. He’d waited all these long months, he could wait a few more hours.

So he kept the hijinks to a low level, continuing to practice moving items when no one was watching. He stayed in the bar and as it got busier you seemed to settle, your mind occupied with the regular hum-drum of your daily routine. You definitely seemed less on edge now that the strange occurrences seemed to have stopped.

Joel noticed as the day went on that he felt better and better. Stronger, invigorated. Moving items now came to him with ease, he was more and more convinced that tonight he’d get to have you. Finally. He felt giddy at the notion. So by the time the end of your shift rolled around he was impatient in his eagerness, shouldering people out of his way as he followed you towards the door, the bar busy enough that no one batted an eyelid at the jostling he caused.

“You’re not staying for a drink?” Alex asked as she spotted you heading out.

“I don’t know, it’s been a weird day. I might have a nap and see how I feel later.”

Alex rolled her eyes at you, “whatever grandma, enjoy your nap.”

Once you made it home you ran up the porch steps and hurriedly locked the door behind you, unable to shake the uneasiness you had felt since the morning. You checked every room, every cupboard, under the bed, every potential hiding place. Nothing seemed out of place. You listened, straining your ears to hear something. Joel watched the entire thing with a smirk on his face, staying resolutely quiet so as not to alarm you. Finally confident that you were alone you headed to the bathroom and jumped in the shower. Joel was fit to burst. But he didn’t want to take you in the shower, he wanted you in your bed, comfortable, where he could worship you for hours. So for now he contented himself with once again stroking himself to completion as he admired you.

Shower finished you headed for your bedroom wrapped in a towel. This was it, finally. Joel came up behind you and skimmed his lips along your neck. You yelped and spun round, to be confronted once again with an empty room. Tears gathered on your waterline, fear finally getting the better of your frayed nerves.

“Wh-whose th-there,” you stammered out.

That faint whispering caught your ears again. Slightly clearer than this morning. It sounded like laughing. A chill ran down your spine just as your towel was ripped from you and you were propelled backwards onto the bed.

Joel was hard as a rock as he looked at you splayed out on the bed, whimpering. He felt bad for scaring you but not bad enough to stop. He had to have you, he’d make it up to you. You’d calm down after a few orgasms, after he showed you how good he could make you feel.

He manhandled you on the bed so your head was lying on the pillows. Spreading your legs he kneaded and massaged the meat of your thighs as he admired your pretty little pussy up close.

“Stop, please stop,” you sobbed out. Joel gave one last devilish smirk before diving in, his flattened tongue running the full length of your folds before starting to flick at your clit. You couldn’t hold back the moan as Joel worked your little bud, your back arching as he sucked it into his mouth. Joel’s cock began to throb at the sight and sound of your pleasure. You writhed and wriggled and tried to pull away but Joel held you firmly in place, his arms clamped tight around your thighs.

His tongue left your clit and was immediately replaced with his thumb, rubbing small circles like he’d watched you do so many times. His tongue worked down through your folds back to your little hole which was now starting to glisten with the beginnings of your arousal. He plunged it inside of you, working it around your walls. Joel was elated to find he could taste you, sweet and tangy, albeit somewhat muted. After so long of not tasting anything it was heavenly, but how he wished he’d got to do this with his living tongue. Experience you fully.

He increased the pressure on your clit, before fucking you with his tongue at a desperate pace. You climaxed so beautifully for him, screaming out your peak while your body shuddered and slick gushed into his waiting mouth.

You sobbed uncontrollably as he climbed up your body, placing wet kisses over your mound and belly up to your heaving tits. Gathering the beautiful mounds in his hands he squeezed, revelling in their softness, the pliant feel of them in his hands. Groaning at finally getting his hands on them he sucked one nipple into his mouth, licking and grazing with his teeth as he pinched and rubbed the other with his forefinger and thumb before swapping sides and repeating the motions.

You moaned between sobs, fighting hard against the arousal that was being forced onto you. You were confused and terrified but your treacherous body was enjoying the sensations being showered upon you, arousal seeping out of your pussy and soaking your folds.

Still attached to your tit with his mouth, Joel’s hand stroked back down your body, grazing over your sensitive clit before moving down and circling your entrance.

“No, please no,” you begged, unable to see who or what was attacking you, all you felt was an impending intrusion, your fear spiking as you were breached. Your breathing hitched at the stretch, another uncontrollable moan escaping from your throat.

“There we go,” he mumbled around a mouthful of breast, “told you my fingers would feel good in there.” That faint whispering driving you crazy, just on the verge of being intelligible.

He pumped two fingers in and out before adding a hooking motion, searching for the spot that would have you seeing stars. You keened when he finally located it, your full body jerking at the sensation. No one had ever hit it before and you were reeling at how good it felt, your fear momentarily forgotten as all you could focus on was the pleasure radiating from your stimulated G Spot. Joel built up the speed of his thrusts, hitting that perfect spot every time. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, your vision going white as your cunt clenched around Joel’s fingers, wave after wave of pleasure surging through you.

“That’s it honey, good girl. Oh that was a big one wasn’t it, you’re doing so good for me sweet girl.” He continued to finger you through your high, only removing his digits when he felt you go limp underneath him. He peppered your face with kisses as he positioned himself for the main event.

Taking his cock in his hands he notched it at your entrance and immediately pushed himself inside you with one decisive thrust. You screamed, the stretch and burn almost unbearable, even after two orgasms. You once again tried to wrestle and wriggle your way free but Joel lay atop you fully, trapping you underneath him. He didn’t move, giving you a chance to adjust to him. He was a lot to take and he remembered how small your little hole had looked compared to his cock on that first day.

As your pussy began to accept the intrusion and your muscles began to relax around him the fight left you. Exhausted and spent you stopped struggling and lay submissively underneath whatever you were being violated by, your now silent tears trickling down your face.

In an attempt to soothe you Joel pressed soft kisses onto your temple and hair as he began rocking his hips gently. You felt so fucking good, the velvet walls of your tight pussy sucking him in and gripping his cock deliciously. He groaned out as he began to increase the pace and intensity of his thrusts, mesmerised by the bounce of your tits each time he plunged himself inside of you.

“Feel so good honey, I knew you would, so fucking good, ohhhhh.” He hooked his arm under your knee, pushing it up to your chest to open you up further, letting him sink deeper inside. By now his pace was punishing, pounding into you and angling his hips to hit that special spot again and again. You were going to come on his cock. He had to know how it felt, sure it would better than any imagining his brain could conjure. He knew you were close, could feel your pussy beginning to flutter around him. Reaching a hand between you he once again found your clit, rubbing over it and drawing a moan from you. It wasn’t long until you were screaming for him again, your pussy clenching so good around him it sent him over the edge, pulsing with ecstasy as he came inside you with a roar of deep satisfaction.

Exhausted by your ordeal you were asleep before Joel pulled out of you. He stood off the bed and ran his gaze lustfully over you. He checked the clock next to your bed. Only 7pm. 5 hours of Halloween left. He smirked as he turned back to your sleeping form. He’d give you a little respite but he wasn’t done with you yet. It turned out Halloween was still his favourite holiday.

[lonely-ey3s]

With All My Love: Chapter 9 | save a horse ride a cowboy

Pairings: joel miller x f!reader (no outbreak)

Word count: 14.6k 

Chapter Summary: The night carries on after your barbeque and challenge to Joel when you leave him down in the kitchen. A week later he has to go back to work for a day, and you're left to your own devices. This proves to you how much you need something to do now that you're home as you go stir-crazy enough to make lunch for Joel and his crew on a whim. Tommy, Joel, Maria, and you all go out on a double date to a cowboy bar that night and have a night you won't forget.

Chapter warnings: SMUT (18+ MDNI), f!oral, unprotected p in v (wrap it up ya'll), ass play and penetration, joel has a praise kink and slight hair pull kink (tehe), sex tape, anxiety, mentions of PTSD anxiety, FLUFF, joel being an absolute lover, soft!joel, fighting, mentions of sexual harassment and assault (unwanted touching), protective!joel, joel being a fucking hunk, use of y/n,

Dividers by: @saradika-graphics

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Joel devoured you while you laid on your back, back arched, legs spread wide for him, his tongue dancing across that sensitive bundle of nerves while he pumped his thick calloused fingers in and out of your dripping core. 

He already pulled 3 orgasms from you, your last making your throat slightly raw as you had to move your head to scream into the pillow to the side of you due to how hard you came. 

He smirked as you panted heavily, trying to catch your breath as he slowly ran his tongue up your folds humming as he slowly drew his fingers in and out of your cunt, moaning gibberish as you came down from your high. 

“Baby?” he kissed your clit gently and then your inner thigh, gently. 

You smiled up at the ceiling with your arm over your eyes, breathing heavily, “Yes?” you chuckled as you let out a small moan when he touched your overstimulated clit. 

“Where is the camera located?” he turned his head and kissed your other inner thigh, running his thumb up and down in between your slit, keeping you on edge, trying to tease you. 

You pointed behind him, moaning softly as he did this with his thumb. 

He looked behind him holding onto your thighs, seeing his phone camera pointed towards the bed, he winked at the camera then brought his knees up and kneeled in the middle of the bed, “Hands and knees facin’ the dresser…” he stated, his southern drawl booming through the room as he spoke. 

You moved your arm to look at him as he was looking down at you and smirked, “Yes sir…” you sat up and took the hat you had laid by you put it on his head then moved to the face the dresser. Slowly stretching down to pose on your hands and knees, arching your back by putting your arms down further and keeping your ass up. 

Joel smirked when you put the hat on him, feeling this sense of dominance take over as he kneeled behind you, settling between your legs, sliding the head of his cock up and down your seam, lubricating it slowly. He looked up a tad and saw your tight hole from this angle due to how you were spread out for him, “Two things beforehand, my love…”

You bit your lip feeling him line up behind you, eager to feel him at this angle, “Mmm?” you moaned feeling him press against your entrance but then pull back, feeling frustrated by his obvious tease. 

He spread your cheeks with his hands and spit on your ass hole, letting the saliva fall down your seam before running his thumb gently at your hole and up and down to the area between it and your core, gently applying pressure and then sliding back up, “First, do I have your consent to-” 

You eagerly cut him off and breathlessly moaned, “Yes… yes please…” your eyes fluttered shut feeling him play with your asshole gently.  

He grinned and circled his thumb around your tight muscle before pulling it away and spanking you lightly, making you slightly jump and giggle, “I like this side of you cowboy…” you looked back at him over your shoulder, biting your lip. 

He tsked and shocked his head, “Second… eyes forward, mi vida…” (my life) he reached forward and gently nudged your chin forward with his knuckle then pointed to the phone as your eye line followed his pointer finger, “I don’t want your eyes to leave that camera… not for a second…” he kissed your shoulder then started to trail his lips down your spine as he said, “... I want to watch this over and over and see your eyes on me…” he landed at the globe of your ass with his lips and smirked as he rose and settled back between your legs, spitting into his palm and stroking his cock, “Can you do that for me, todo mi corazón?” (my whole heart)

You looked at the camera and blushed at the term of endearment, “Yes, my love…” You nodded and smiled before biting your lip in anticipation, breathing a little faster. 

He gently caressed your hip and lined himself back up at your entrance, “After I’m done with you at this angle you’re goin’ ride me with that hat on your beautiful head…” he slid himself in slowly, not giving you time to respond. 

You moaned and kept your eyes on the camera, arching your back a little more, feeling the intense burn of his thickness stretching you out like never before, “Oh fuck you feel so good at this angle… so deep…” you tried to pull your ass away slowly to gain some stimulation. 

He gripped your hip to hold you still, you were sure his fingers left marks, and tsked, “Mmm you stay right here baby… let me feel you stretch around me.” he smirked and put his other hand on your hip before sliding himself out to barely stay in before shoving himself back in, bottoming out, grunting and letting out a devilish chuckle, “Fuck…” 

You gasped and let out a weak chuckle that turned into a groan, “F-fuck Joel…” you moaned as your pussy started to pulse from intense pleasure around him. 

He smirked and did it again but pulled out even slower, holding your hips as he thrusts back in, testing to see if you’d look back at him. 

Your voice cracked as you moaned, keeping your eyes forward, “Oh god… you’re so fucking deep when you do that.” you grinned and leaned down a little more and wiggled your ass a little, keeping your eyes on the camera, “Estas tan profundo dentro de mi, mi amor…” you purred. (You’re so deep inside me, my love)

Joel grinned, lightly chuckling, liking that ass shake on his cock, and began snapping his hips to thrust into you faster, “Te gusta eso, ¿no, mi amor?” (You like that, don't you, my love?) he started to build up speed, “You like my cock buried deep in your sweet pussy, yes?” he egged on, smirking in pure pleasure. 

You pushed yourself up a little onto your hands and grinned into the camera as you felt yourself buzz with pleasure, moaning with each thrust, “Sí, mi amor... Me encanta sentirte muy dentro de mí. Me haces sentir tan bien, vida mía…” you grunted feeling your climax begin to build and then moaned with a smile as you felt yourself tighten around him, making him groan, “...No pares, por favor... no pares.” (Yes, my love... I love feeling you deep inside me. You make me feel so good, my life. Don't stop, please... don't stop.) You rambled in Spanish not realizing until you said it, he had your head spinning right now. You wouldn’t be surprised if some of the Dari you learned came from your lips out of pure ecstasy. 

Joel felt you start to tighten around him and slowed down his pace to keep you at bay, he wanted you a little longer like this. 

You whined and went to look back at him when you felt a slap across your ass, and a tsk from him, “Eye’s on that camera…” he ordered.

You winced but bit your lip and grinned, “Yes sir…” you looked back at the camera and started to roll your hips against him, “Baby?” you asked sweetly.

His jaw clenched as the sensation and his eyes rolled back into his head, making him groan, “Yes, querida?” he let out a breath. 

“Why did you stop? That felt so good… having you fuck me into speaking another language…” you shook your ass again against him, knowing that drove him nuts the last time you did it. 

He bit his lip and grunted, “Mmm baby you can’t do that, I’ll cum and I’m far from done with you tonight.” he stilled your hips and looked down at where you both were connected, slowly starting to thrust back into you, watching. He loved seeing his cock come out of you soaked with what pleasure he’s given you then watch it go back in and stretch you back out, “Fuck, tu coño es tan bonito envuelto alrededor de mí, baby…” (Your pussy is so pretty wrapped around me) 

You loved he was speaking more Spanish to you, and loved it even more with his cock buried in your cunt. 

You smirked and began to roll your hips with him, moaning softly, “Baby please… I need you…” you moaned breathlessly. 

He pulled his cock almost completely out of you and smirked, “Patience darlin’...” before he drooled some saliva down onto your tight hole again and grinned as he started to rub his thumb against it, eliciting a deep groan from you, “Shh… relax for me, mi amor…” he pushed against it softly, begging for his thumbs entrance. 

You gasped and arched your back, keeping your eyes on the camera, “Oh fuck baby… please… put it in…” you begged. 

He slid his cock into you at the same moment he gently pushed his thumb into your tight pretty little hole, “Fuck you’re so tight…” he praised and then began to pick up the pace on his thrusts to your pussy, inching his thumb deeper in. 

You felt that tug in your navel begin again and something else build up deep within, “Fuck baby, I think I’m going to cum…” you pleaded, as he started speeding his thrusts up faster, making your arms give out but you kept your ass up. 

Joel grunted and looked up at you, reaching forward with his hand that is on your hip holding you steady and gathered your hair in his fist and pulled you up gently, “Eyes up baby, se una buena chica para mi…” (be a good girl for me) 

Your arms came up to accommodate you again but you loved this hair pulling, “Fuck baby, I like that…” you moaned a little higher feeling his hips snap into you and grinned feeling yourself on the brink of orgasm, you moved one of your hands to our breast and began to pinch your nipple and cup your breast, “Me encanta este lado dominante tuyo, ¿puedes sentir lo mojada que me pone?” (I love this dominant side of you, can you feel how wet it makes me?) 

Joel was going to cum with you talking to him like that if you didn’t soon and he couldn’t have that, he still wanted you to ride him so he gently removed his thumb from your tight ring and moved his fingers down under to your clit and started rubbing it, coaxing you to come, “Ven por mi mi amor, ven sobre mi verga. Déjalo ir…” (Come for me my love, come on my cock. Let go…) 

You clenched your teeth and groaned “Oh fuck… baby yes…” you started to breathe quickly and then you felt that warm feeling spread up your body and that blissful snap as your pussy fluttered around him before you let out a broken moan and came hard onto his cock. You felt your legs begin to shake with immense pleasure, “Oh f-fuck…” 

Joel felt you cum and stalled his hips, feeling that euphoric flutter of your orgasm, clenching his teeth and groaning as he held onto dear life not to cum. 

He let your hair go softly and watched you melt into the mattress, he chuckled and leaned down, kissing your back and shoulder, humming, “That’s my good girl…” he kissed down your back gently, “Need a quick break?” he gently asked into your skin. 

You hummed and bit your lip, “No, I’m ok… just… fuck...” You giggled and then winced as he pulled out of you and tapped your hip to lie down for a moment.

You collapsed to your side, panting heavily and he laid on his next to you, laying on his elbow before pulling you to lay on your back to face him. He brushed his nose softly against yours and smiled, “That camera is bringing out somethin’ in both of us…” he chuckled before leaning in and kissing you deeply, moaning against your lips. 

You leaned into him and put your hand on his cheek to hold him close, pulling back a tad, “Mmm I don’t know what side of you is coming out tonight but I’m here for it…” you smirked before capturing his lips again and continuing to kiss him before tossing your leg over his waist and straddling him, continuing to kiss him feverishly. 

He sat up slowly with you in his lap and held onto you by your waist, moving to rock your hips to slide your pussy against the length of his cock. 

You hummed and pulled barely away from his lips, “I wanna ride you cowboy…” you panted and pushed him to gently lay back down, both of your lips red and swollen. 

You reached behind you to the hat lying down on the bed behind you and bit your lip as you grabbed it and put it on your head, tipping it forward a little at Joel, “Yeehaw…” you giggled before you started rolling your hips against his length.

He put his head back when you started to roll your hips, starting to become over-sensitive himself due to him holding back his orgasm the last 3 times it’s brewed up. He clenched his jaw and his eyes fluttered shut as he groaned, “Please baby…” he begged, gripping onto your hips so tightly you would have dents in them. 

You grinned and reached between your bodies before lifting yourself off him slightly and then notching him at your entrance, “Look at me… eyes on me cowboy…” you moaned softly looking down at him. 

He moved his head to look at you, pupils blown with need, “Por favor mi amor, necesito sentirte.” (Please my love, I need to feel you.) he pleaded. 

You sunk onto him, slowly, wrapping him in your warmth, gasping at the stretch he gave your cunt. 

His cheeks went flush and he grunted as he felt himself be consumed by you ever so slowly, “Fuck that’s it, nice and slow… tómame todo…” (take all of me) he muttered through a groan. 

You placed your hand on his chest and the other on his hand holding your hip, grounding yourself to him, keeping eye contact with him as he bottomed out inside you, making you inhale sharply at the sensation, sitting on him, feeling every inch of him. 

He looks up at you, feeling a warmth spread up his spine, a piece of him loves to see you come undone on him, but there is a big part of him that loves to express his undying love for you this way. 

He pants softly and swallows then takes your hand on his chest, and puts it over his heart before he takes his hand and flattens it against your chest gently to feel your heartbeat, leaning up to meet your lips, whispering against them, “Tienes mi corazón, mi amor, mente y alma…” (You have my heart, my love, mind, and soul.) he then moves his hand slowly down your chest and stomach to your hip and holds you in his grip as he starts to guide your hips in his lap and he begins to devour your lips in heated kisses.  

You hold your hand against his heart but your other combed through his hair, which has a dampness to it from the heat you two had created in the last hour of enjoying each other, you gently tug on it as you pull him closer to you, he groans in response.

Joel began to move your hips with his hands clamping down onto the sweet curve of your hips. Pumping you slowly and deeply up and down the length of him, moving his knees up a little to push into the mattress and fuck up into you as well to create a more intense feeling. 

You swallowed and leaned your head back as you moaned a little louder, feeling him start to kiss your cervix, Quiero que me hagas ver estrellas con tu polla muy dentro de mí…” (I want you to make me see stars with your cock deep inside me) You mewl as you continue to roll your hips to match his agonizing rhythm. He leans down and kisses love marks into your neck and jawline, drinking in the sweet saltiness you gave him there. 

You held his head to your neck, praying he didn’t stop what he was doing because you were floating with pleasure, time had slowed down with him rocking back and forth inside you, devouring your skin with tender kisses of devotion and pleasure. 

You felt the coil deep within start to wind up, you whispered into his temple as you leaned your head forward and held onto him and he wrapped his arm around you, starting to gently nip your collarbone and shoulder as he continued to fuck up into your warmth that kept pulling him back in, “Don’t stop… please don’t stop…” you pleaded, heart pounding, breath heavy and fast. 

He leaned his head onto your shoulder and shut his eyes, clenching his jaw, grunting as he kept up the pace, “F-fuck I can’t get enough of you…” he whimpered, feeling himself also approach the edge. 

You clenched his chest and moaned as you felt yourself pulse against him, the pressure building and building, a warmth starting to cascade up your body from your core, letting out a broken moan as the coil snapped around him. 

Joel felt and breathed heavily and began to chuckle, “Good girl…” he hummed and pulled his head off your shoulder and cupped your cheek with his hand, leaning his forehead against yours, snapping his hips up into you as best he could, whispering as he built himself further to exploding inside you, “Te amo mucho, vida mía. Siempre voy a cuidar de ti. Siempre, hasta mi último aliento, yo..." (I love you so much, my life. I'm always going to take care of you. Always, until my last breath, I…) he whimpered and shivered as he came deep inside you, his hips stalling, slowing down. 

You grinned and continued to roll your hips, milking every single ounce he’d give you, holding onto his hair gently as you whispered, “I need to steal this hat off your head more often…” 

He chuckled and brought your lips to his, humming before he captured your lips, “Yes you do…” he kissed you lazily and slowly, slowly tracing his fingers up and down your back with one hand while the other touched your cheek and pulled you closer to him, his chest heaving, dazed and drunk on you. 

You would comb through his hair as you kissed him back, out of breath and feeling like you were floating on a cloud. 

He slowly pulled back after a few moments and kissed your nose and then cheek, “What shall we do…” he peeked at the clock and then came back to you, gently combing your hair back as he smiled and memorized every part of your face and body as he looked at you, “...later today?”

You stroked his cheek gently, “Can we just have a day in? Relax? Maybe watch movies, or just stay in bed all day?” smiling as you studied him as well, kissing his cheek gently and then leaning your head on his shoulder.

He lightly brushed his fingers up and down your back and kissed your shoulder gently, humming softly, “That sounds nice, I feel we’ve been constantly going since you’ve been home, a day to rest will be good.” 

You peeked your head back and looked back at the camera still up on the dresser and kissed his cheek and pushed him on the chest to lie down. He chuckled and held onto your wrist gently, “What are you doin’...” he looked up at you. 

You slowly got off him, hissing at the absence of him, “One sec…” and got off the bed, your legs feeling like jello, you chuckled as our knee gave out slightly, “Woah…” you giggled and held onto the bed for a second then walked up to the dresser and grabbed his phone and held it up, blowing it a kiss before ending the recording. 

Joel laid on his back, looking up at the ceiling, smiling, hearing you giggle, he turned to lay on his side and prop his head up on his hand and elbow as you walked back to the bed, “Your reward for bein’ a good cowboy…” you winked as you handed him his phone. 

“Thank you, mi vida…” He took his phone and smirked up at you as he took your hand and pulled gently for you to lay back down on top of him, instantly reconnecting with his lips. 

You both fell asleep that night on top of the sheets, tangled in each other’s arms, too busy and addicted to each other to make it into the sheets. 

One week later

Over the past week, you have taken a few days to rest and rejuvenate yourself since coming back home. Sarah came back the next morning, exhausted from staying up late at her friends so she stayed in her room the next day resting before coming down and having dinner with Maria, Tommy, you, and Joel and then ended up hanging out and playing a card game together til later that night, enjoying the family time together. 

It was Friday morning and Joel had to go to the work site today, it wasn’t negotiable with his team, although he tried. 

You woke up with him early this morning and made him a breakfast burrito and a coffee to go before sending him out the door. 

He promised he’d be home on time for the double date you had with Maria and Tommy that night, you told him not to stress, you all had tomorrow available too, that this project was more important than a date. He shook his head and kissed you softly before telling you nothing became before you, he’d be home on time. 

You tried to go back to bed once he left but once you were up, you were awake. 

You decided to do some laundry for everyone, went for a jog around the neighborhood (got caught by Rose for about a half hour), washed and put away what dishes were in the sink, cleaned out the fridge, and at one point started dusting the blinds around the house, bottom line you were bored out of your mind alone at home. 

You looked at the time and it was only 10:30 am. That’s it?! 

You sighed and collapsed to lay on the kitchen floor, not knowing what to do. You had no car, and hadn’t even made it to a bank yet to set up an account to take a bus and go shopping, you sighed and thought about what to do then you got it. 

“I’ll take Joel and his crew some lunch at work.” you smiled sitting up, feeling a burst of energy surge through you. 

You found the cooler out in the garage, washed it out, and then looked at the fridge, “What can I make for roughly 15 men…” you looked around and then smiled as an idea dawned on you. 

Within about 45 minutes had made about 30 chopped chicken bacon and ranch wraps. You wrapped them in cling film and tin foil to keep them warm and then packed them in the cooler with a number of cans of soda and water bottles you had left over from the barbeque last weekend. You also grabbed two bags of tortilla chips you had left over from the barbeque as well and stuck them in the cooler as well along with a baggie full of plastic forks and napkins. 

You closed the cooler and then jogged over to Rose’s house and knocked on her door lightly. 

She answered and smiled, “Everything ok sweetheart?” she peeked her head out the door and looked towards Joel’s. 

You nodded and smiled, “Yeah… I uh… just have a favor to ask of you. I’m getting a little stir crazy at home all alone and long story short, I may have made lunch for Joel and his crew. Could I borrow your car to take it to him? I’d need it for no less than an hour tops.” you smiled brightly. 

She smiled and chuckled, reaching behind her into a bowl and placing the keys in your hand, “Never ask, just let me know when you need somethin’...” She winked at you. 

You smiled and nodded, “Thank you Rose. You sure you don’t need it?” you asked backing away. 

She shook her head, “I have book club coming to my house later today so I’ll be home all day! Take it for as long as you need!” she began to shut the door, waving at you. 

“Thank you again. I’ll drop the keys off later!” you said as you jogged back down the driveway back to Joel’s. 

Once you packed the car up you realized you had no idea where to go to get there. He drove you there a few days ago to show you what they were working on but you had no address to put into the phone. 

You pulled out your phone and texted Maria, maybe she’d know. 

Y/N: Hey do you know the address of the job site Joel and Tommy are at today? :)

M: Yeah it’s 4367 Hummingbird Road. Everything ok? 

Y/N: Yep! Just wanted to take lunch to Joel and forgot the fact I had no address to take me there, lol. 

M: I see, drive safe! See you later 2night! ;)

You put the address into your phone’s map app and pushed ‘route’, a 14-minute drive. Easy. 

You drove there with minimal road rage. Since being in Texas, you’ve seen how aggressive drivers can be and on the short drive there 4 cars had cut you off close enough to have caused an accident. F-bombs flew as well as the horn being honked a few times but as soon as you drove into the neighborhood you knew the job site was at, all that melted away. 

You saw Joel and Tommy’s trucks parked by a portable and then what looked to be the framing done for the dental office they were currently working on. You parked next to Tommy’s truck and pulled down the mirror, looking at your hair and light makeup to make sure you didn’t look as pent up as you felt being at home all morning. 

You got out of the car, you had some light wash jeans on and a tank top that rode up, showing a little bit of your stomach, and paid it with one of Joel’s oversized flannels with your hair in a loose braid that hung to the side, and wore some slip on shoes Joel and Sarah got for you when you got back. 

You went to the trunk of the car and pulled out the cooler, you could feel eyes on you from behind you so you turned and flashed a smile at some of the familiar faces as you met them briefly at the barbeque. 

One of them recognized you, Miguel, and chuckled, loudly saying to the others, “Aye it’s Mrs. Boss Lady!” 

You chuckled and closed the trunk, “I brought lunch if ya’ll wanna stop starin’ and come get some!” you teased and picked up the cooler to carry it to a more shaded area. 

Miguel nudged one of the guys and started coming towards you with them, “Does Boss know you’re here?” he came up and took the cooler from you. 

“No, I’m surprising him, any idea where he is?” you smiled and walked with him to where you assumed they would eat. 

One guy ran up with a hard hat and handed it to you, “Boss will kill us if we don’t give you this…” he smiled. 

You chuckled and nodded, “Thank you…” you probed for his name. 

“Robbie, ma’am.” he nodded at you and held out his hand for you to shake. 

You nodded, “Nice to meet you, Robbie.” and shook his hand. 

Miguel put the cooler on the bed of a truck they had in the middle of the site, “Gracias por hacernos el almuerzo.” he touched your arm gently with sincere eyes. 

You nodded and smiled, “Muy bien, Miguel. You all work so hard, it’s the least I could do.” you hopped up into the bed of the truck and opened the cooler then squatted down to get into it. 

Miguel pulled out a radio and said that Boss Man’s lady brought food to the lunch truck, to come and get some before he ate it all.

You chuckled at his joke and then within minutes the whole crew swarmed the truck, eager for free food. You started to hand out 2 per person as you overestimated how many workers were there. Halfway through the line, you stood up and took off the flannel you were wearing, and tied it around your waist as the sun started to get to you, making you lightly sweat. What you didn’t realize was that your boobs looked great and somewhat showed through the tank. 

You seemed to get more compliments and thank you’s after that. 

Joel and Tommy showed up after a few moments, Joel was excited to see you after what felt like the longest morning of his life, however, they got in line like the others. 

Joel got a good look at you and instantly grinned seeing what you were wearing, you looked irresistible, however, he could also tell that everyone else on the worksite had the same thoughts going through their heads, he glared at one of them clearly trying to see through your shirt. He wasn’t going to make a scene but he made a mental note of that for assignments happening later today, he’d get the grunt work. 

Joel and Tommy walked up, Joel smiling at you and Tommy chuckling, “Couldn’t stay home a full day, you missed us too much?” he joked. 

You tsked and smiled as you pulled out two wraps for him, “You’d like to think that, wouldn’t you Reginald?” you winked at him. 

He leaned up and kissed your cheek, “Excited for tonight?” 

You nodded and smiled, “You have no idea…” You reached into the cooler, pulled out two wraps for Joel, and turned to him, “Hey there cowboy… now, yours comes with a tax and fee…” Tommy walked a few feet away and started digging into his food, starving. 

He grinned and leaned up and gently grabbed your chin, pulling you in for a gently but deep kiss, lasting a few seconds. 

The crew behind him started to clear their throats and cough, “Workplace sexual harassment…” jokingly. 

You chuckled against his lips and kissed him gently again before pulling away and smiling, “How’d you like your receipt?” you joked handing him his wraps. 

He didn’t miss a beat and said lowly, “On your knees.” 

You turned bright red and shyly looked into the cooler, grinning to yourself, but your voice cracked, “W-water or soda?” you cleared your throat and swallowed, hiding your face, trying not to giggle. 

Joel chuckled liking to know he for once choked you up, “Water please…” 

You chuckled and handed him a bottle of water then looked inside and saw there were about 8 left over. You grabbed one and water and sat on the gate of the truck then whistled to get the crew's attention, “Leftovers are whoever gets here first, there’s 7 left.” 

Joel smiled up at you, “I have an office with some air conditioning, wanna go sit in there and eat? I’ll have someone bring this to my office when they are done with it…” 

You nodded and hopped off the bed of the truck, taking his hand gently as he offered it to you, then walked with him to the portable in the front that you saw earlier. 

He opened the door for you and you walked in, the cool air immediately hitting you, you chuckled, “God bless air conditioning.” you melted into a chair that sat in front of his desk and smiled as he sat in his office chair across from you. 

Joel chuckled and put his hard hat on his desk, fixing his hair by combing his fingers through it, you put yours next to his. 

You smiled and crossed your legs, “How’s it been today?” you started to unwrap your wrap. 

He did the same and took a drink of his water before answering you, “Good, the morning meeting with the purchaser went longer than I wanted, he keeps adding things to the contract and it just is going to add more time to the project.” he sighs, “He wants this done in the next 3 months but if I want it done my way, which is makin’ sure everything is done right, it’ll at least take 5 months and he just doesn’t get that.” he shrugged and took a bite and hummed, “Damn… that’s good baby.” he pointed to the wrap. 

You smiled and chewed your bite, “Glad you like it.” you covered your mouth and then swallowed. “What is he adding if you don’t mind me asking?” 

Joel swallowed and looked at his clipboard, “He wants to add another hundred square feet to what we’ve already poured foundation on and framed out, and he wants some fancy plumbin’ done when we get to that step.” he rolled his eyes and took another bite. 

You sat back and chewed your bite, thinking, you nodded at the clipboard, “Has he seen what you guys have done and what work it’ll take to change it or has it just been told it?” you looked at Joel who was mid-bite. 

He covered his mouth, “He refuses to come to the sight.” 

You furrowed your eyebrow, “That seems silly, why’s that?” you sat back up. 

He nodded and shrugged, “He thinks it’s not his job to see the groundwork, keeps referrin’ to my team and me as the ‘experts’, which we are, but it’s better in the long run when they come to see everything, get updates, you know?” he said before taking another bite.

You nodded and listened along to him, “Maybe tell him that until he sees what it will take realistically, you aren’t doing it…” you shrugged and took a bite, covering your mouth, “It’s not fair for him to put unrealistic time frames on work that he adds last minute, my crew won’t pay with their personal time for your lack of preparation.” you swallowed, “I know you guys work like 40+ hour weeks, but work-life balance is important, you know?” you shrugged and took another bite. 

Joel nodded and smiled softly, “Wanna come to work with me? You can be my negotiator…” he winked. 

You chuckled softly and looked down at the desk, “I do need to start thinking about getting a job soon…” You looked at him then took a bite, chewing and swallowing before you said, “I feel I need to pull some weight to provide, not just sit at home and go crazy…” you chuckled. 

Joel looked at you softly, “You don’t need to pull any weight… we’d be perfectly fine with just my income baby.” 

You nodded, “You wouldn’t have to work so much though, right?” you smiled softly and took another bite. 

He smiled and chuckled softly, “It’s my job to provide and take care of you and Sarah, I’ll work as much as I need to to keep you both happy and well kept for.” he smiled and took another bite, finishing his first wrap. 

You smiled and nodded, “That’s very sweet of you, but I wanna help. A part-time job wouldn’t hurt, something to keep me busy, you know?” you took one last bite and then crumpled up your trash and tossed it into the garbage by his desk.

Joel nodded, “If it’s just to keep you busy, I’m fine with that, but you don’t need to worry about money, I’ve got that covered.” he smiled and winked at you. 

You nodded and opened your bottle of water, taking a sip. 

“What do you think you’d want to do? You could be a paramedic right?” he smiled as he opened up the second wrap, looking up at you. 

You nodded and sighed, leaning back in the chair, looking at your shoes messing with the edge of his desk, “Yeah, could do that. But if I’m being honest I don’t think I’m in the right headspace to do that, still dealin’ with stuff… mentally.” you cleared your throat and took another sip. 

Joel stopped chewing and looked at you, concerned, “Did somethin’ happen baby?” 

You looked up at him and smiled softly, “No, everything is ok.” you reached across the desk and softly took his hand, gripping it gently, “I just have stuff I need to work through… triggers… and I know that working in that field, I’d be in my element and I’d be good at it, but somethin’ about the post adrenaline high I get… it just makes me sick since Z…” you shrugged, “Even back before I left, I would help around the camp and it just felt… wrong.” you looked at your hand with his then back at him, “I just need time, and then maybe I’ll do that, but I just need somethin’ easy, laid back for a little while.” you smiled and chuckled, “I just left my last job when I had to dodge grenades and missiles, I need a boring job.” you winked at him. 

He chuckled and nodded, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing it gently, “Boring, non-dangerous job, I agree.” he set your hand down and held onto it while he ate his other wrap. 

You both talked more about possible part-time jobs you could do, he mentioned you could always come work for him and Tommy, they could use an assistant, it would give you something to do and would keep you close to him, which he said would be a built-in perk. You laughed and said you’d think about it but for now, you’d look around and see what peaks your attention. 

There was a knock on Joel’s door about an hour later, it was Tommy, he came in, “Not to be the lunch bell but Joel, you and I got that legal meeting in 15 with Jackie.” 

You smiled and stood up, “Guess that’s my queue to get outta your hair, eh?” you winked at Tommy. 

Joel stood up and sighed, “Sorry baby, it’s important or I’d reschedule.” 

You looked back at him and smiled, “It’s okay. I wasn’t planning on staying all day… just came to surprise you with some lunch and company.” you rounded his desk and pulled his lips to yours, giving him a soft kiss, “I’ll see you later, yeah?” you pulled away. 

He nodded, “Yeah, I’ll be home by 5 pm…” he leaned up and kissed your forehead, “Thank you for lunch sweetheart, it was delicious.” 

You smiled and walked away, “Of course. Grab the cooler before you leave, yeah?” 

He nodded and smiled, “I love you, drive safe.” 

You looked back at him and smiled softly, “I love you too.” you looked at Tommy who was standing by the door, and leaned up and kissed his cheek, “Love you too Reginald.” you nudged his elbow and chuckled. 

He rolled his eyes, “Never gon’ stop callin’ me that are you?” he looked down at you. 

You shook your head, “I’ll be sayin’ it in my maid of honor speech at your wedding sugar!” you winked and chuckled opening the door, looking back at Joel, he smiled and waved. You waved back and blew him a kiss before walking out and back to your car. 

—

After leaving the job site you decided now would be a good time to make a trip to the bank to open up an account and get a debit card as you had income from the army coming in at least every two weeks. 

When you left the bank you had a debit card and a balance of a couple thousand in the bank. 

With that knowledge, you decided to do a little shopping for some clothes for every day but also wanted to look for a new top and cowboy hat for tonight. 

You enjoyed thrifting a lot for clothes so you went to a few stores in town, finding a few pairs of really cute jeans, a few cute tops, and sun dresses, and even managed to find some really cute cowboy boots that fit you like a glove that you’d wear tonight. You even found a few things for Joel and Sarah, getting high off shopping and having the freedom to do so. 

You asked when checking out at the last thrift shop where you could find a hat and they told you there was a shop about 5 minutes away and gave you directions. 

When you got there an older woman asked what you were looking for, you told her you wanted a hat for yourself and that you were also looking to possibly get one for your boyfriend and asked her to show you some options. 

She found you a nice black hat with a nice thin leather embellishment around the hat, it was perfect and she made sure it fit you perfectly. 

She found one that you liked for Joel but didn’t know his size. You knew his birthday was coming up, and you asked if you measured a hat he already had, could you call or come in and have one made for him? She told you that could be done, and showed you how to measure. 

You paid for your hat and headed home as it was about 4 pm and had things to do before getting ready. 

You got home and put all the bags you had in the bedroom then picked out an outfit for you and an outfit to suggest for Joel if he wanted to match you. 

For you, you pick a black lacy body suit that you found at the thrift store earlier that looked amazing on you when you tried it on. You chose that with some light wash Wrangler jeans and then used the flannel you wore today to wear over the body suit in case it’s too much to wear by itself. You thought you could tie it in the front to give a fun feel or leave it open and have the body suit be like a tank underneath. You also laid out your new hat and boots by it too. 

For Joel, you found him a really nice black button-down and some dark wash jeans that would look good with his fancier boots. You also laid out his black cowboy hat and boots next to his outfit on the bed. 

By the time you had all of that done, it was close to when Joel said he’d be home. You started to get ready by doing some makeup and figuring out what you wanted to do with your hair. 

You heard the front door open and Joel called through the house, “I’m home!” 

You smiled as you were putting on some eye shadow, “Upstairs getting ready!” you called back. 

You heard the weight of him climbing the stairs before seeing him appear in the doorway behind you from the mirror. 

You smiled and turned around, “Hey cowboy…”

He smiled, came over to you, and pulled you in by your chin for a gentle kiss, “Mi vida…” he smiled as he kissed you again, this time a little deeper and longer. 

You smiled against his lips and pulled back slowly, “I missed you.” 

He gently kissed your forehead before letting you go to get back to what you were doing, “I missed you too.” 

He looked back and saw all the bags, “Someone went shopping?” he smiled back at you, “Get anything good?” 

You smiled and chuckled, “I got a lot of good stuff. Even got you and Sarah a few things!” you said excitedly as you set your eye shadow brush down and went into the bedroom. 

You knelt and started pulling things out of the bags, “I got her this nice jacket for when she goes out to like dances or nice events, then I thought this cardigan would look cute on her.” you pulled out a nice dress, “She mentioned she’s got a choir performance in a few weeks so I got her a new dress if she needs one, and then she said soccer tryouts are soon and she wants to start running with me so I got her some fun running pants and shorts.” you beamed as you showed him. 

Joel sat there and watched you adoringly as you pulled out items that you hand-selected and bought for his daughter. He didn’t even have to ask you or mention things in her life like the choir performance, you just actively paid attention and were involved. He couldn’t have asked for a better person to be a mother figure in Sarah’s life as this is what she needs, someone to think of things like this and do it just because you thought about her, not think of it like a box to check on an annoying to-do list like her mom found it when she was there. You were engaged in Sarah’s life and your actions stated you were there to stay and take care of her as well as Joel. 

“I like the dress, she’ll like it too.” he commented when you pulled it out. 

You smiled at his compliment and then moved over and pulled out his items, “I found you some fancy jeans for date nights and well, when you aren’t working, and then found you some work pants too. I also found some nice button-ups, like the one on the bed, that I thought would look nice if you wanted to somewhat match together.” you smiled at him, “I also found you this nice Carhartt jacket for work, it’s super thick and heavy duty. Thought you could use it here soon when it gets a bit colder.” you dug through the bag, “Oh, and then of course I know you like your tees so I found a couple of plain black and blue ones and then found some band and Harley Davidson vintage ones too for when you just want to dress more casually.” you smiled and held up the vintage shirts. 

He smiled and chuckled at your excitement, “You spoiled us!” 

You nodded and stood up, “I went a little crazy but it’s nice to be able to do this…” you shrugged, “I realized today how sheltered I was with Charlie, never got to spend more than what was “needed” and even then he was strict. Today I went in and just… didn’t care, just wanted to buy what I wanted to buy and no one tell me I couldn’t.” you smiled at him then gasped, “Oh, and the best part!” you came over and showed him the boots and hat, “Look what I was able to find for tonight!” you beamed brightly in front of him. 

He turned his attention and then came up to you without saying a word and cupped your cheek in his hand while holding you close with his other on your waist and leaned in, connecting his lips with yours in a deep and passionate kiss, making your world stop.

You let go of the boots and hat, letting them drop to the ground to put your hands on his chest and gently hold onto his shirt to pull him closer. 

He kissed you like that a few times and then slowly pulled back, you both keeping your eyes closed as he rubbed his nose against yours. 

“What… what was that for?” you smiled and let out a small chuckle. 

“You just made my whole world slow down, wanted to do the same for you.” he opened his eyes and leaned up to kiss your forehead, “Gracias por amarnos a mí y a Sarah como lo haces.” (Thank you for loving me and Sarah the way you do.) he whispered against your skin, gently rubbing his thumbs against your cheeks. 

You kept your eyes closed and leaned against him, taking in a deep breath, “I’m always going to love the both of you with everything I have.” you gently pulled back and pecked his lips. 

You smiled, “I picked out an outfit for you if you’d like to match with me, but I won’t be offended if you change anything.” you looked at the bed and then walked back to the bathroom. 

Joel looked at the outfit, “I actually love that you do that, it’s a small gesture and I sincerely appreciate it.” he walked with you and gently kissed your cheek as he took off his work shirt and threw it into the hamper. “Do I have time to shower?” he looked at you in the mirror as you went back to putting on your makeup. 

You nodded, “Yeah, plenty of time cowboy.” you smiled at him. 

“In that case, wanna join?” he teased. 

You blushed and chuckled, “If my make-up didn’t take so long, yes but I unfortunately don’t have that time, sorry sweetheart.” you looked back at him undressing over your shoulder. 

He smirked and winked, “It’s ok baby, I’ll get a taste of you later…” he came over and kissed your cheek then neck softly before hopping into the shower. 

You finished up your makeup and ended up undoing your braid which left your hair somewhat wavy. Joel got dressed and headed downstairs to do some last-minute work stuff while you finished getting ready. 

Maria and Tommy knocked on the door at 5 after 5 pm ready to go. 

You came down to Tommy and Joel talking in the living room about a game they were watching. You had the flannel off and around your waist for the time being. 

Maria smirked at you, “Damn girl!” she hollered as you made your way down the stairs. 

You chuckled, “Is it too much?” 

You became a little self-conscious after looking at your full outfit in the mirror, feeling like it was sending the wrong message, you weren’t looking to find a cowboy, you had one and worried that would be something you ran into. 

Maria shook her head, “Hell no! If anything it’ll drive that horn dog nuts all night which will be great to watch!” she winked and chuckled. 

You grabbed your purse and nodded, “Boys ready?” you looked up at her. 

She smirked and whistled, “Ready to get going Miller’s?” Maria leaned against the wall that viewed into the living room. 

Tommy smiled and turned off the television, “Yes ma’am…” 

You came up and stood by Maria and smiled, Joel turning his head now to look at you, immediately eyes trailing down your body. 

Tommy turned and saw you both and chuckled, “Damn, not to sound like an idiot but damn… you both look… damn…” 

He nudged Joel, “Close your mouth man, you look like a trout.” he teased. 

Joel immediately nudged him and then bit his lip and walked up to you, “Where did ya get this lil’ number?” he drank you in with his eyes as he lightly ran his fingers across the fabric, eyes dark and hungry. 

You smirked a little, “Glad you like it, I got it today…” you kissed his cheek, trying not to feed into his obvious hunger, moving to walk away. 

Maria saw the way Joel was looking at you and knew if she left you two alone you wouldn’t leave on time so she came and grabbed you by the arm, “Wanna sit in the back seat with me?” she smirked and clocked Joel’s eyes, raising her eyebrow at him to behave. 

You chuckled and nodded, “Sure!” you followed Maria out and got into the back of the truck.

Joel sat in the driver's seat with Tommy in the passenger’s, you sat behind Tommy and Maria sat behind Joel so you weren’t directly behind your significant other if they looked back at you. 

Joel drove to a cowboy bar about 20 minutes away, he put his hand behind him the whole way there, gently keeping it on your calf, just to touch you, be near you since you weren’t in the front with him like he’d prefer. 

Tommy wasn’t fast enough to get to Maria’s door when you parked, but then again, she liked to tease him and get out before he could help, it was a thing they did. 

You knew that Joel enjoyed small gestures like that so you patiently waited and smiled when he came around to open the door, “Thanks, sweetheart.” you took his hand and stepped out, putting your hat on and kissing his cheek. 

He brushed his hair back and put it on as well then pulled out his phone and shyly looked at Maria, “Could you take our picture? I’ll take yours and Tommy’s…” he held out his phone. 

Maria smiled and nodded, “Of course Joel…” She looked at you and winked as you blushed at the gesture that was to you, it meant a lot he wanted to do that with you. He stepped back and looked down at you, “Come here beautiful…” he put his arm around your waist and pulled you to his side softly. You giggled and popped your foot off the ground barely and smiled brightly. He chuckled which turned into a bright smile and Maria took the photo. 

“One more, give him a kiss!” Maria smiled at you. 

You turned towards him and took off your hat, putting it behind his back as he turned to face you, he cupped your cheek and waist with his hands and leaned down giving you a gentle but slow kiss. 

Maria chuckled and took a few photos, “Ok our turn!” 

You giggled and gently pulled away from Joel’s lips, “I want a copy of those cowboy…” 

He nodded and gently leaned in and kissed you again, softer, “I’ll text them to you later.” he let you go and you ran up to Maria, taking her phone and her and Tommy taking your place. Joel took his phone from Maria and stood to the side as he set one of the few of you two kissing as his new wallpaper, smiling to himself then looking up and seeing you tell Maria and Tommy to do a few poses, more than you two did, in a way in your element. He knew you liked taking photos but you were enjoying yourself and got an idea, he made a mental note to look into something for you later. 

You handed Maria back her phone and you all headed inside, it was packed and lively with music and dancing. 

You smiled brightly and shouted over the music, “This is so cool!” you looked around and kept your hand on Joel’s arm, staying close. 

Maria smiled and looked at Tommy, “Should we all find a table first?” 

Tommy looked at Joel and nodded, “Let’s get these girls to a table safely and then we can go get everyone drinks, yeah?” 

Joel nodded then leaned down and said into your ear, “If at any point it’s too loud and you need to leave or take a step out, you tell me, ok?” 

You nodded and touched his cheek softly, then mouthed ‘Thank you.’ and pecked his lips. 

Tommy and Joel lead you both to a booth towards the back which helped with the sound and crowd, to be honest, you didn’t know if they were purposely looking out for potential triggers for you and Maria because they both seemed to be very overprotective and aware of everything around you. It meant a lot to you, you felt safe with them and knew they wouldn’t let anything happen. 

You and Maria scooted into the booth and sat by each other, picking up a menu and reading it together. Joel leaned up against the table on his forearms and looked around, doing surveillance of the area, his eyes narrowing as he looked around, making note of exits, of everything he needed to keep you safe. 

Tommy leaned over and tipped his hat up, “Two exits, north and south…” 

Joel nodded and then looked at you and Maria, “What do you two gorgeous gals want to drink?” he winked and smiled. 

You looked up and smiled, “I’d love a whiskey sour.” 

Tommy looked at Maria, “I’d like a Martini please…” she said.

Joel and Tommy nodded, “You two stay here, we’ll be right back.” Tommy smiled as he pulled Joel by the shoulder to walk with him toward the front where the bar was. 

Joel and Tommy made it to the bar, ordered 2 beers and your drinks, and stood there waiting. Joel looked your way and smiled seeing you were watching him, he tipped his hat at you and winked earning a blush from you and a small wave. 

A woman came up to the bar behind Joel and looked him up and down from behind, “What will it take to drink a tall glass of water like yourself, cowboy?” she put her hand on his bicep and leaned forward, pushing out her cleavage towards him. 

Joel turned around, looking down at her, keeping his eyes on hers, and smiled kindly, “Oh, no thank you.” he tipped his hat and tried turning back around. 

“What?” she asked sweetly, confused, staying on his arm. 

“I’m taken, darlin’...” he looked across the bar at you, smiling softly. 

She giggled, “So am I…”

Joel looked at her and chuckled, “Yeah? Where’s your man at?” 

“New York, where’s your girl?” she chuckled and held onto him, trying to get closer. 

He looked at you and pointed, smiling, “She’s right there…” She turned her head and saw you, leaning against the railing now, tipping your hat towards her, and waved knowing what Joel was telling her. 

He smirked at you and then looked at her and heard the bartender call his order, “... and I don’t think she’s gonna be very happy with your hands on me, so like I said before…” he grabbed your drink and his beer, turning to her and nodded his head forward, “No thank you…” he stepped towards Tommy and smiled kindly, “Ya’ll have a good night now.” he looked back at you and winked as he and Tommy started walking back, leaving her speechless and embarrassed. 

You stood and waited for him hands behind your back, grinning, “Let me guess, she called you a tall drink of water?” you giggled and he leaned in and kissed your cheek, “Don’t matter, mi vida, only girl I care what she says is you.” he nods towards your table and you follow him. 

The group of you get some food and continue to get a few drinks here and there. 

You make it out to the dance floor when you hear ‘Boot Scoot Boogie’ starting to play, knowing how to do the dance to it. You dragged Joel out with you by his hand, Tommy and Maria following and coming with you. You both laugh and touch each other when you turn to face the next direction, placing yourselves in the middle of the dance floor together. He would steal glances at you, mesmerized by you and how you moved to the beat. 

The next dance was ‘Footloose’, he knew how to do it with Tommy. Maria tried then stood and watched, taking pics and videos of you guys. You were a little lost at first but Joel helped you and after a few run-throughs of the footwork, you caught on and were smiling as you got the routine and danced next to Joel, giggling and singing along with him. 

He and Tommy chuckled when the next song came on, ‘Good Time’, and was out of breath, Joel leaned in and told you he was going to go stand with Maria as he saw you started to pick up on the choreography. You nodded and kept going, loving the feeling and how fun it was. You bounced around to the song, smiling and shaking your hips and chest when needed, giggling. 

Joel watched you and took pictures on his phone, drinking some water so he could hop in with you the next song as Tommy went to the table to take a break from the noise as Maria was starting to feel overwhelmed. 

The next song came on was ‘Fake ID’, which Joel knew a little too well as he and Tommy learned it with Sarah after seeing the movie Footloose a few years ago, you knew it as well as you also learned it after the movie. He put his drink down and then smirked as he walked up to you and started dancing next to you, knowing every step. 

You looked at him and smirked, “You know this dance?” you shouted to him as you turned and shook your hips to the routine.

He grinned and turned as well, the same, “Every step my love…” he tapped his hat to you and continued dancing. Tommy and Maria shouted and cheered for you both from the booth, making you both smile and chuckle. 

After the main part of the routine, Joel reached over and took your hand, spinning you into his chest and swaying with you to the beat for a few moments before pushing you out and spinning you in a circle before he brought you close and dipped you down, and pulled you back up and held onto your waist as you swayed your hips against him as he held your waist, arms loosely around his neck, singing to you, grinning as he did so. 

The song ended and you giggled as he dipped you again and pulled you up, connecting with your lips in a deep kiss, you placed your hand on his cheek and held onto him, smiling as he pulled away slowly, “You’ve got moves cowboy, it's hot…” you said and giggled, somewhat out of breath.  

He chuckled and kissed your nose, “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet…” he grinned, “Let’s take a break, yeah?” you both were a little out of breath and sweaty. 

You nodded and pulled him in for a kiss quickly then grabbed his hand and you both weaved through the crowd to make it back to the booth with Tommy and Maria. 

You slotted in next to Maria. She and Tommy were making out in the booth, a little tipsy. 

You chuckled, “Christ, this is a public setting, get a room!” you teased. 

Maria immediately pulled from Tommy’s lips, lips swollen and red, turning red from embarrassment. 

Joel chuckled and sat by you, putting his arm behind you and rubbing his fingers softly on your bare shoulder. He took off his hat and put it on the table, giving him a second to cool off, his hair messy and damp. 

You took your hat off too and combed through your hair with your fingers, trying to revive it from being under the hat which happened with a little bit of movement. 

He leaned in and said to you, “There’s a live band that’s gon’ play here soon, they will do some covers of line dances, do you girls wanna do that with us?” he smiled at you and Maria. 

Maria nodded, “Yes! Please! I wanted to do those dances you guys were down there doing, but they were too quick…” she chuckled. 

You smiled, “I’ll teach ya Fake ID one of these days so when we come back, you can do it…” You nudged her softly and took a sip of your drink as well as taking a bite of a french fry. 

Maria looked at Joel, “How the hell did you know that dance? I was shocked to see you move to that…” she chuckled. 

Joel laughed softly, “Tommy and I learned it with Sarah a few years ago when the newer Footloose came out, it was somethin’ Sarah convinced us to learn with her…” he smiled. 

Maria looked at Tommy, “You can dance to that?! Who are you two?” she looked between the brothers, shocked. 

You chuckled and leaned against Joel, he leaned down and kissed your head. 

Tommy looked at her, “We told you we won a line dance competition when we were younger, what do you think that meant?” he chuckled. 

Maria shook her head, “Your definition of line dancing and mine must be different…” she chuckled and took a sip of her drink. 

You chuckled and continued to snack on fries while you all hung out and chatted waiting for the live band to start. 

—

About an hour later you all heard a mic whine and some guitars do some warm-ups and then a young woman smiled and chuckled, “Alright ladies and gentlemen, who’s ready to get this show on the road, let me hear you!” 

Everyone cheered and clapped for her, then the guitar started playing ‘I Like It, I Love It’ by Tim McGraw. 

Tommy smirked, “Let’s go ladies!” he scooted out of the booth and held out his hand for Maria, she grabbed his hand and giggled excitedly. 

Joel grabbed his hat and put it on, getting out and holding his hand out as well, you took it and then all of you ran down to get in the crowd, and started dancing to the music. 

Both Joel and Tommy taught you how to dance to the song, and you both caught on really quickly. They’d spin you around and walk you around in a certain pattern, at one point exchanging the two of you and you chuckled as you danced with Tommy, he was goofy and teased you as he’d spin you around like he was going to hand you back to Joel and then he’d pull you back close to him and chuckle at yours and Maria’s reactions. 

Eventually, Joel gave him a wink and you two were exchanged back to the correct partner. 

You spun into Joel's arms and he dipped you down and then pulled you back and chuckled as he sang the lyrics to you in a deep southern drawl, being goofy. 

The song ended and everyone clapped and cheered, the band immediately started playing ‘Country Girl’ by Luke Bryan. Joel held you in his arms, your back against him as you listened to the band, swaying in his arms, and singing along. 

He would sway with you, singing with you, kissing your cheek and shoulder occasionally. 

You pulled your phone out and took a video of the band then flipped it around to you two and took a cute video of Joel singing with you, both of you having the time of your life.

You put your phone in your pocket and turned around in his arms, putting your arms around his neck, and began dancing with him, him taking the lead and showing you how to step and move. 

When the last chorus came: 

‘Country girl, shake it for me, girl

Shake it for me, girl, shake it for me

Country girl, shake it for me, girl

Shake it for me, girl, shake it for me’

You got close and ground up against him, keeping eye contact with him and shaking your hips against him, grinning up at him as you sang, then pulled back when the song ended, giggling, as you could tell he was flustered and somewhat aroused. You turned forward and clapped with the crowd then they started singing ‘Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy)’ and you looked back at Joel and he smirked, “Come ‘ere you…” 

He and Tommy started dancing with you and Maria, keeping you both close.

Joel was singing along with the crowd to you but kept you close as he sang only loud enough that you could hear him, gripping onto your hips as he swayed with you. 

You would all yell with the crowd, ‘Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy!’ when it came up in the chorus, and the last time they sang it, you took Joel’s hat off and put it on your head, winking at him as you tipped it at him and sung the lyric. 

He pulled you close and put your chin in his grip, “Guess we know what you’re doin’ tonight…” he leaned in and kissed you deeply, running his hand from your waist to grip your ass and pull you closer to him. 

You let out a small moan against his lips and pulled back a little, “Mmm, maybe that was my plan, cowboy.” you put the hat back on his head and winked. 

A few more songs played and then Joel leaned in and asked, “Tommy and I are going to go get us somethin’ to drink, can I get you anythin’ else?” he held onto your hips from behind, kissing your cheek. 

“No, I’m good baby.” you smiled to look at him. 

“I’ll be right back, I love you.” he pecked your lips softly and he and Tommy left you and Maria to go towards the bar. 

The band started playing ‘She’s Country’ by Jason Alden. You took Maria’s hands and started dancing with her but got separated from her a little bit, but didn’t mind, you both could still somewhat see each other.

A little less than a minute after the song started you felt hands on your hips and someone pulled you back towards them, you chuckled, “That was fast cowboy…” you purred as you swayed in the arms, shaking your hips against his pelvis, feeling him get hard, then went to put your hands on his but it didn’t feel right. That wasn't Joel.

The man leaned down and nuzzled into your neck, darkly saying into your ear, “Damn you're right, movin' on me fast sweetie…” You flipped around and saw it wasn’t Joel, you immediately went into fight mode and pushed him back, away, “Hey, hands off!” you shouted at him. 

He grinned and his eyes went dark, speaking in a deep southern voice, “Now, now, no need to get feisty, you were the one grindin’ up on me…” he looked at you up and down, objectifying your body with his stare. 

Your stomach turned as you felt unsafe without Joel and Mariah wasn’t around and you were in the middle of a crowd, alone. 

“I said hands off. No means no.” you stood your ground, your heart now racing. 

He stepped towards you “I don’t think I ever heard a ‘no’ from your sweet lips baby girl…” 

He went to reach for you so you did the only thing your brain thought to do and punched him square in the nose, he stumbled back, “You need to leave. My boyfriend will be back any moment...” you threatened. 

He smirked, holding his nose, seeing blood coming out, humming lowly, “You’ve got fire…” 

He went to step towards you and another man pulled him back, “Cal, not this one…” 

Your heart dropped into your stomach, immediately seeing who it was now outnumbering you, 2 to 1. 

Braedon turned around and smirked, “Well well well, look what he cat dragged in… still hitting defenseless men I see...” he stepped towards you and you stepped back. 

“Scared of me now are ya?” he mocked and grinned, “Fancy seeing you here in my hometown… didn’t know we were neighbors…” he stepped again towards you, the other guy behind him, both had their eyes on you. Breadon had something in his hand like a pocket knife or something he kept messing with, but you couldn’t make out what it was in this lighting. 

He continued to walk towards you, cornering you towards the back of the floor, “...It’s funny, I was just thinkin’… I should have given you… a different type of treatment last time we saw each other…” his eyes turned dark and filled with something you only saw when Charlie wanted something that you didn’t want to give him. 

Joel and Tommy headed back with your drinks. However, when they didn’t see you both where they left you, they headed to the booth, thinking you maybe went to go sit down. 

When they got there and Joel didn’t see you there, his stomach immediately dropped, Tommy’s did too and the both of you started searching the dance floor for you both. Joel scanned up and down, looking for either of you, but when for a second saw a flash of you, and saw how terrified you looked, then saw two men cornering you. His blood began to boil, “Tommy, cover me.”  

He hopped over the railing and pushed through the crowd, moving through people like he was a mountain, no one was going to get in his way. Tommy followed behind him, ready to do what was needed of him. 

“Hey! Can I help you two?” he boomed as made his way to Braedon and Cal, coming up from behind them. 

Relief immediately flooded your body, “Thank God…” you said to yourself. 

Maria heard Joel’s voice and immediately found you in the crowd, then saw Braedon, “Shit…” she pushed through the crowd and came to stand in front of you, staring down Braedon, “You’re going to do the smart thing this time and walk away. Go…”

Joel heard what Maria said, “This time? What does she mean?” he questioned the four of you. His immediate thought was this was Charlie judging by your reaction.

You held Maria’s hand and immediately walked around the two of them, watching them, making sure they didn’t move towards you, feeling vulnerable, needing to get to Joel and Tommy.  

You made it to Joel and put your hand on his chest, trying to coax him to walk away, "Joel, let's leave. Come on..."

Braedon looked at you then up to Joel, grinning, "Joel? Ah, so you're the famous pen pal perv..."

Joel started to walk towards him, you put yourself between him and Braedon, "Joel... let’s go… Joel please…” looking into his eyes, pleading for him to come with you, to walk away. You knew if Joel knew who this was, he’d kill him. "He doesn't matter. Look at me... he's taunting you..." Joel looked down at you and a part of him thought to back away, that was until Braedon opened his mouth again.

Braedon chuckled, “What happened doesn’t matter huh?” he flicked a pocket knife out and then back to it being closed to show what he was holding, to taunt you, you turned around and felt Joel put his arm around you and put you behind him, protecting you seeing the knife, you held onto his bicep and shoulder.

“Did they tell you I’d never have kids all because I called that village runt a terrorist?” he spits toward the ground at you, “Fuck you, and your 'it doesn’t mean anything'… it means everything you cunt.” 

Joel immediately connected the dots and moved our hand from his arm, gently, walking up and sizing up Braedon, he was taller than him by an inch or two, broader, and he looked large compared to him, easily intimidating him, he pushed him back a step, “You don’t get to spit towards her and speak to her that way without consequences you hijo de puta burro…” (donkey fucker) he grinned at Braedon "I've been waiting a long time to meet you..." then grabbed his shirt and shoved him backward, anger now boiling over, “You and me, outside, now.”

“Joel, baby… come on, he’s not worth it.” you said softly, taking a step towards him.

Cal made a stupid move and put his hand on Joel’s shoulder to pull him away, “Hey buddy you need to calm down…” and was immediately met with Joel’s fist to his face, knocking him back into some chairs behind him. Braedon went to move towards Joel while he wasn’t looking but Tommy immediately pushed you and Maria back and went to help his brother, pushing Braedon against the wall and disarming the knife out of his hand, kicking it away, “We ain’t gon’ play that game pendejo…” Tommy hit him in the stomach and then across the face. 

You picked up the knife and before you knew it, a bar fight had broken out, other men joining in just to fight. The band kept playing in the background which made the atmosphere feel almost out of a movie. 

Tommy and Joel fended for themselves with ease, like it wasn’t their first rodeo. The two of them watch out for each other and deliver hard enough hits to whoever challenges them to incapacitate them or redirect them to someone else. 

Cal ended up knocked out after Joel had hit him a couple more times and was laying off to the side. 

Braedon took a few swings at Joel but he blocked most of them, he only got Joel's jaw once or twice, which did nothing but fuel him even more. Joel let his anger out on him towards the end and hit him in the face and stomach a few times, even getting in a good kick to the ribs. Braedon was a bloody mess and Joel was swung at by some pissed-off drunk that he got pulled away from him. 

You looked at Maria, worried for Tommy and Joel’s safety now that it’s broken out into more than just them vs Cal and Braedon, “Go get security.” 

She nodded and ran through the crowd to find help. 

Joel realized he lost track of you in the frenzy of the fight. 

He stopped to look for you, fists balled, bruised, and bloodied, chest heaving in anger and pulse racing, his adrenaline was high. 

He didn’t want you to get hurt. Not knowing where you were but also where Braedon was, stressed him, knowing he’d go after you if he got the chance again.  

Before Joel could spot you, Braedon came up from behind him and tackled him to the ground and straddling him, lifting his fist to land a blow, Joel chuckled and grinned up at him, “Do it… give me one more reason to fucking kill you tonight…” he taunted him. 

He swung and hit Joel across the face, earning a devilish grin from his bloody lips, then Joel flipped him over and straddled him, and just as he was about to swing, a security officer pulled him off and pinned him to the floor, hands behind his back, cuffing him. They pulled Braedon up too and cuffed him. He grinned and chuckled at Braedon across the floor, “Maldito pedazo de mierda de perro.” (You fucking piece of dog shit.) he smirked as they pulled him up and walked him outside to sort everything out with the group of men as to what happened. 

They had taken Tommy already and Maria followed him out. You ran and got all your stuff at your table, knowing after things were sorted, you’d all want to go home. 

You ran out and saw Joel, he was lined up next to Tommy, who was next to Cal, who was next to Braedon against the wall of the bar. All of them sitting cross-legged with their hands behind their backs. Joel and Tommy both looked at each other and chuckled, knowing they had done the right thing. They both looked a little roughed up but nothing compared to Cal and Braedon.

Joel couldn’t help but smirk and feel proud, he got what he wanted, to protect you and revenge for what had happened to you. 

You tried to come over and see Joel but were told to wait aside while they sorted out what happened. You stood with Maria and others watching as they interrogated the men, asking what happened. 

You hated to admit it, but watching Joel fight for you, for your honor, and then his smirk on his face right now, this side of him was hot. The smirk and intimidation he brought, the rage for you and your safety, you didn’t know he was capable of that power, but now you did, you would never worry for your safety. 

The security officer turned around to look at you after speaking to Joel and nodded for you to come over. 

You walked over and looked down at Joel, biting your lip, blushing softly, he knew exactly what was going through your head and as soon as he got you alone, he knew you both would be all over each other.

He smirked up at you and winked. 

The officer cleared his throat, “I need your side of the story because these two say one thing…” he points to Tommy and Joel, “... and these two said the opposite. Mind setting the record straight?” 

You looked at Braedon and Cal and then up at the officer, “Not at all sir.” you smiled sweetly at him and explained the whole situation. You also included that Cal sexually assaulted and harassed you and wanted to press charges and that Braedon threatened to assault you with a deadly weapon and took out the knife.  

Ironically, he had his name carved into it proving it was his, you smiled at that detail knowing it sealed the deal as you handed it to the officer as evidence. 

You also added that you wanted charges filed as he attempted to assault your boyfriend with the weapon and his brother, Tommy during the fight. Maria and you witnessed it to add more weight to the accusation. 

You looked down at Joel and Tommy, “These two saw I was being cornered by those two and came to protect me, that’s it. Anything they did after was in self-defense.” Joel looked at you and softly smiled, you smiled back and looked at the officer, “Those two had ill intentions from the get-go.” you clenched your jaw and fists, anger starting to boil up for them ruining your night as they both looked at you and smirked. 

The security officer nodded, then looked at the other officer, “Let these two go. Call the PD for the others, the bar will be pressing charges.” 

The other officer helped both Tommy and Joel stand up, Joel looked down at Braedon and grinned, “You ever look so much as her way ever again, you won’t make it out of the damn establishment with a pulse…” 

He rolled his eyes at Joel looked down and shook his head, letting out a chuckle. 

You slowly walked over and knelt in front of Breadon and spoke firmly, “You think it’s a joke right?” you hummed, “I think it’s a joke that as a woman, I beat you within an inch of your life. You couldn’t even defend yourself... In fact I remember you begging me to stop like a pussy.” you chuckled coldly, “Hell… the only reason you made it out was that Maria stopped me. Only reason you made it out tonight was that you two got separated… you keep gettin’ lucky… don’t you?” you leaned in a little closer, “See… you saw my anger and it almost killed you.” you tilted his head up by grabbing his hair and made him look at you, “... My anger is only a fraction of what Joel’s capable of… take that how you want… just know your luck will run out and he won’t hold back next time if you try something again. You’re 0 and 2. Take a hint and gain some common sense.” you let his hair go and tapped his cheek just to be an ass, and stood up, walking away while they undid Joel, anger simmering towards Breadon as you walked back by Maria. 

The officer undid the cuffs on Tommy and Joel and asked for their contact information in case the PD needed it. Joel gave him their work card which had both of their numbers on it. 

As soon as the office said they were free to go, Joel immediately came over to you and looked you over, “You ok darlin’?” he put your cheeks in his hands, looking you over. 

You smiled and nodded, leaning into his hands, anger instantly melting away, pulling him in by the shirt to kiss you deeply then pulled back a fraction, “Thank you for kicking his ass and protecting me…” you bit your lip and smirked. 

He hummed and held you close to him, “After what he did to you, he’s lucky that’s all I did…” 

You pulled him into a hug and buried your face in his chest, holding him tightly. 

Joel wrapped his arms around you and gently kissed the top of your head, “I’ll always have your back, mi amor…” he rubbed your back softly. 

You pulled away and took his hands in yours, looking at them, wincing, “Your hands are…” You went into fix-it mode, hating that he was hurt, then you looked at his face and saw he had a cut on his lip and a small mark on his face, you touched both softly, “Let’s get you home, I need to clean these, god knows where their hands had been…” 

Joel chuckled and loved being touched by you in this concerned capacity. He felt cared for and loved, which is all he ever wanted. He smiled down at you, “Ok medic, let’s go…” he gently kissed your head. 

Joel looked at Tommy, he and Maria nodded and smiled, heading back towards the truck. 

You and Joel began walking back as well, hand in hand, smiling as you heard the crowd cheer for the band before the next song started, you kept walking.

However, Joel stopped in his tracks, in the middle of the dirt lot, hearing a song start to play loudly, smiling as he listened to the intro of ‘Die a Happy Man’ by Thomas Rhett. 

You stopped walking and looked back at him, “You ok baby?” you smiled softly. 

Joel nodded and smiled then put his hat on his head and pulled you in close to him slowly, “One more dance, my love…” 

He held your hand to his chest and put the other on your waist, getting in close enough to sway with you in the middle of the parking lot, singing along to the lyrics softly:

‘Baby, last night was hands down

One of the best nights

That I've had, no doubt

Between the bottle of wine

And the look in your eyes and the Marvin Gaye

Then we danced in the dark under September stars in the pourin' rain

And I know that I can't ever tell you enough

That all I need in this life is your crazy love

If I never get to see the Northern Lights

Or if I never get to see the Eiffel Tower at night

Oh, if all I got is your hand in my hand

Baby, I could die a happy man

A happy man, baby, mmm

Baby, that red dress brings me to my knees

Oh, but that black dress makes it hard to breathe

You're a saint, you're a goddess, the cutest, the hottest, a masterpiece

It's too good to be true, nothing better than you in my wildest dreams

And I know that I can't ever tell you enough

That all I need in this life is your crazy love

If I never get to see the Northern Lights

Or if I never get to see the Eiffel Tower at night

Oh, if all I got is your hand in my hand

Baby, I could die a happy man, yeah, yeah, mmm

I don't need no vacation, no fancy destination

Baby, you're my great escape

We could stay at home, listen to the radio

Dance around the fireplace

Oh, if I never get to build my mansion in Georgia

Or drive a sports car up the coast of California

Oh, if all I got is your hand in my hand

Baby, I could die a happy man

Baby, I could die a happy man

Oh, I could die a happy man

You know I could, girl

I could die, I could die a happy man

Mmm’

He’d plant kisses on your nose and hand every few lines, and spin you around softly at the first chorus.

He leaned in and kissed your lips softly when just the music played before the bridge. He then slowly pulled away from your lips spinning you around once more and then pulled you close as he sang the last chorus smiling at you, looking into your eyes with a loving gaze. 

For those 3 minutes and 47 seconds, you and Joel were all that was in that parking lot. The perfect end to a night like this, your hand in his, he could say for certain, he’d die a happy man.

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𓄹𓄼 Rainy day brew 𓄼𓄹

(No outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader)

Summary : Can a stormy night and well brewed coffee bring two hearts together?

Rating : Explicit/+18 (Smut! MDNI)

Word count : 6,336 (I got carried away sorry..)

Warnings/tags : No outbreak AU, forced proximity cuz rain, pining, Alternating POV, pet names, one “yes, ma’am” because I couldn’t help it, a sprinkle of plot, lil fluff & banter, SMUT (unprotected PiV sex, fingering, dirty talk, grinding, kissing, teasing, One (1) playful ass slap, creampie), storms (rain, thunder & lightning), A LOT of yapping about pour over coffee, no use of y/n.

A/N : Hello again! Today I come with Joel smut 🙏🏻. I wrote this for @undercoverpena ‘s April Showers Challenge! I absolutely fell in love with the idea when i saw it, cuz if there’s one thing about me it’s that I LOVE rain! So ofc i had to try and do it <3 A big huge colossal thank you to @joels-darlin for being my lovely beta <33 and @coispunk for not blocking me after i bounced off the walls contemplating if i should upload this or not ✨✨✨

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“You need a ride home darlin’?”

You turn to the source of the voice and find Joel talking to you through the rolled down window of his pick up truck.

“Oh! no it’s okay I can wait for the rain to—”

“Non ‘a that now, This storm could last ‘til tomorrow night” he leans over the passenger seat to open the door for you.

It’s not that you wouldn’t appreciate the ride —you most certainly would— but you didn’t want to be an inconvenience and you especially didn’t want Joel to think that you were aburden.

You didn’t know each other very well. Your best friend Maria is dating his brother Tommy. And you’ve been dragged to a couple of dinners and drinks over the last couple of months with the three of them. But the conversations were always guided by the other two, so you and Joel never really spoke much. In fact, you had the fleeting idea that maybe Joel didn’t like you. He’s always so tense around you, you know this because you literally saw his jaw tensing after you showed up. And you caught him glaring at you a couple of times. You thought you may have unknowingly offended him somehow, but Maria assured you afterwards that you didn't say or do anything wrong and that he was probably just tired. So you let it go, but the idea is still floating around in your head.

Tonight was one of those nights where you went out for drinks, Maria and Tommy headed home early and left you with Joel half an hour ago. And not long after that Joel excused himself saying he had an early morning and said his goodbyes.

You waited a couple of minutes before you got out as well. Only, much to your delight; a storm was brewing and it was raining by the time you were ready to walk home. What an incredible choice you made to walk instead of drive on this day.

When Joel was one street away from where he left you at the bar. He thought back on when you mentioned leaving your car at home because you thought it was nice weather for a stroll. He tried really hard to get the idea of you walking home in this storm out of his head. You can manage. Get an uber, call a cab, whatever. But then again, Joel's southern manners would never allow him. That, and this big, colossal crush he has on you.

The first time he ever saw you was when he picked up Tommy from Maria’s (and your) apartment one morning. Tommy left him waiting long enough for you to get out and go to work (he assumed). You really had him in a chokehold. You were really, breathtakingly beautiful. You had your hair in a high ponytail with a few strands deliberately out, framing the gorgeous features of your face. You had both your hands full. One had a large handbag hanging from your wrist, hand holding a travel mug and a coat hanging on your forearm. The other hand was holding a bright red watering can. You started watering the flower beds on the windowsills and the big pot of gardenias right by the door. Your next door neighbour, an old lady, got out at that time. And Joel saw your cheery smile for the first time, and what he assumed were good mornings were exchanged. What a sweet, little thing.

He had the sudden urge to roll down the car window so he could hear what voice accompanied that divine face. But he thought better of it. And sooner than he would prefer, you were in your car and driving off.

When Tommy finally showed up, apparently physically unable to take his lips off of Maria’s, judging by how they never separated even after he was out the door. Joel rolled his eyes and turned his face away from that scene and towards the street on his other side.

Finally Tommy got into the car with a disgusting, lovesick smile on his face. But he smelled like shampoo and his hair was relatively wet. He showered and for that Joel is eternally grateful.

“You’re late” Joel deadpanned.

“And good morning to you too, brother” The younger man scoffed before placing two travel mugs in the cup holders.

Joel scrunched his eyebrows “what's that?”

“Coffee, Maria’s roommate brews her own with one ‘a those pour over kits and she insisted that we try hers.”

Joel’s throat went dry, thinking about that pretty girl he was unashamedly staring at, going out of her way to make enough coffee for her friend’s boyfriend’s brother. A sweet, delightful little thing.

“That’s real nice of her” if his voice cracked a little, Tommy didn’t notice.

“Yeah it is. So I’ve been thinkin’,” Tommy changed the subject faster than Joel would like. “You think you can drop me off at my place at say.. Two?”

“Two? We finish at the site at least after Three, what d’ya mean you wanna get out at Two?” Joel shifted his eyes from the road long enough to glare at his brother.

“Yeah I know but I was thinkin’” Joel is really starting to hate it when Tommy thinks “today’s me and Maria’s six months anniversary, and I kinda wanna do somethin’ special for her”

Six months anniversary Joel mentally scoffed, the fuck is a six months anniversary? And why isn’t he talking more about that damn sweet roommate!

“Yeah no can do, Romeo. We’re already behind ‘cause ’a last week, need I remind you that you ditched me laying down parquet on my own? had to do the three bedrooms that day all by myself”

“I told you we should’a done planks instead of parquet but you never listen to me, do you?” Tommy’s counter argument was weaker than he was hoping for. It was the owner’s choice, not Joel’s. And they both knew it. “Plus I had a damn plausible excuse that day”

“Not sure if a discount on an already cheap restaurant counts as plausible”

“It wasn’t just a ’discount’, Joel. It was a surf ‘n turf for half the price!”

“Yeah well I was surfin’ and turfin’ alone on the floors of the Johnsons. You’re not ditchin’ me again.”

Tommy slumped down on his chair like a toddler would.

On a red light Joel finally picked up his mug and took his first sip. A sweet, delightful, damn-good coffee making little thing.

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Before he even knew it, Joel was opening the passenger side door for you, not taking no for an answer. Thankfully, you didn’t put up that much of a fight and climbed your pretty ass in his truck.

The ride was pretty short and silent. The sound of thunder and loud smacks of raindrops against the car not leaving much room for chatting anyway.

When he parked as close as he could to your door, he reached behind your seat to the pocket of it. And brought out a small, folded umbrella. He knew it was a mere seconds walk from the car to your door, but he had the umbrella with him already, so why risk giving you a cold? Your nose, red and sniffling. He had to actively suppress the upturn of the corners of his lips.

“Here” he handed you the umbrella and before you could get a chance to speak, he followed with “not taking no for an answer, darlin’. Gettin’ soaked in this wind could get you sick”

“Um.. actually the storm’s getting stronger, and I was gonna suggest you come inside? I don’t know if I’m comfortable with you driving in this weather”

A sweet, delightful, damn-good coffee making, thoughtful little thing.

He looked out the windows, trying to figure out his next move.

“Think I’ll take you up on that offer. It does look pretty bad, and the slippery streets are harder to navigate when I can’t see further than my nose.” He brought his eyes to you. Hoping he wouldn’t seem too eager to agree.

You graced him with a smile and said “well alright then, guess now I don’t have to feel bad for hogging you umbrella”

“ ‘s not hogging if I’m voluntarily givin’ it to you” he smirked as he turned off the car. He got out of it with a quick “stay where you are” and opened the umbrella as he rounded to your side of the truck.

You walked under the umbrella he was holding. You’ve never been this close to him before and it gave you goosebumps that had nothing to do with the weather. You fiddled with your keys until you got the door open. There was no car outside or shoes in the foyer. They must’ve gone to Tommy's then. As much as you always wanted some quiet, alone time in your apartment. This was not one of those times. You were hoping Maria and Tommy were here to take the edge off of being alone with Joel, but you can’t really back out now and you’re already here. So, time to take a page out of the southern manners book.

”What would you like to drink?” you offered after he settled on the couch. His large frame dwarfing your whole living room, making everything look almost miniature. The thought had you blushing and you don’t really know why, but you don’t even want to find out.

“Coffee would be nice, if it's not a bother” his voice travelled through his place on the couch to the kitchen.

You can’t help the excited grin you have on “not at all! I just got a new Holklotz set that I’ve been dying to try out” when you get a new brewing set, you need time to experiment with different coffee grinds, ratios and timing between blooming and brewing to master the perfect cup. Time is a luxury not available to you on late mornings when you trade it for extra minutes of sleep.

Footsteps approaching the kitchen make you raise your head to see Joel coming into view, his eyebrows scrunched and confused “you got a what?”

You smile and hold the wooden base of the dripstand that you took out of the cabinet “this is my newest set, it arrived a week ago but between work and being too tired after, I haven’t had the time to bring it out and try it yet. Until now” you look at him with a too excited smile that you don’t try to hide.

“Well alrighty then, you happen to have here the perfect white mouse, test away” he settles at the barstool by the kitchen island that you’re standing by. You weigh the coffee beans and put them in the manual grinder, set to the size you need. Not too coarse but not too fine.

“Okay white mouse, care to help?” You hold up the grinder.

“Tell me what you need, boss” he concludes. So, you hand him the grinder to work on it as you heat the water and take the rest of the set out and put it together.

He continues working on grinding the coffee and wonders if you have immensely great upper body strength, since you do this every morning. His coffee is already ground and comes in a container. He doesn’t see the necessity for an upper body workout every time you need a little caffeine. But truth be told, he has been craving that coffee you made him that one time. Damned if it wasn’t the best cup he’s ever had.

The silence is killing him, and he has to avail from the storm that brought him to your home. “So, when you’re not at work or training for an arm wrestlin’ tournament,” he gestures to the grinder “what do you like to do?”

“Obviously, I take part in the tournaments I train for” you say with a serious expression that has his eyes widened in surprise. “I’m kidding, Joel. Although I think I have a good solid shot at winning.” You stick your nose up in the prettiest little smug face and Joel wants to kiss it away so bad. Focus.

He drags himself back to the present “can’t argue with that. But, if you’re basing that over this,” he again gestures to the grinder in his hands “then it’s not enough bargain for winning”.

You scoff and raise your hands up, wiggling your fingers “you have no idea what these hands can do” Joel can see you regretted blurting out the words without thinking, judging by the rising blush on your face and the way you don’t meet his eyes anymore. He can’t say he’s any better, his mind is already conjuring unholy images, reeling his brain and sending a rush of tingling heat down south.

What can they do? He imagines your small hands trying to wrap around his throbbing cock. Or you writhing on your bed stuffing yourself with three of your too small fingers, desperately trying to cum. He bets he can do it faster and better for you. If you give him the chance.

He knows he shouldn’t be picturing you like this. It’s crazy to even think about you like this. You haven’t even told him if you’re interested. Hell he never even said anything to show you he’s interested.

Clearing your throat, this time you’re the one bringing him back to the present, you say “anyway, I think I got off topic there” you let out a nervous chuckle. “To answer your question. My time is pretty much divided between work, coffee and my plants. I’m kinda boring, don’t really got much going on”

Joel doesn’t hear the presence of a partner in your life, and he selfishly likes it.

“Don’t sound boring to me, ‘s pretty comfortable” you smile at his comment and he gives you the coffee grounds, ready to be used.

You start your brewing process, talking him through every step you’re doing. Wetting the filter, dumping the coffee grounds in and meticulously pouring the water on the dripper. The blooming, the timing. He can’t promise he heard everything. Because you bite your bottom lip and your face contorts in the cutest focused face and he can’t help but stare. You really love doing this and he wants to eat you up.

“My chemex is my go-to on late mornings,” You suddenly pipe up as you’re waiting for the water to drip through the coffee grounds. “Even though it takes longer than a V60, It’s just faster to clean up and I can dual-task while it’s brewing. So I don’t mind.”

He lets out a hum from the back of his throat, considering what you said. “What about the taste? Whaddya like more?” He surprises himself that he actually cares and not just trying to be polite.

“I like them both the same, the flavour with the V60 is usually richer ‘cause the filters are thinner, but I still like the soft, smooth taste when using the chemex”.

In the back of his mind, Joel thinks he’s ready to fall in love with you. He loves coffee, sure. But to him it’s just something he needs in the morning and sometimes later in the day. Never really thought much of it, he has a coffee machine that gets work done for him. And yet, here you are, showing him a different, almost artistic aspect of it.

“Although..” Okay so you’re not done yet. “If we’re talking taste-wise in the brewing methods, I’ll have to go with the syphon”

“Syphon?”

“Yes syphon, I tried it once in a lovely family owned coffee shop across town. I’m telling you, if I lived near there? I would be a regular faster than you can say syphon”

“Well syphon is a long word, two full syllables” he faux ponders, making you giggle.

“Okay smartass, coffee’s ready.” You pull out two mugs from the cabinet. And fill them up. And slide his across the kitchen island, a brown owl adorning the ceramic surface.

You both sip at the same time then let out a ridiculously simultaneous soft sighs. You look at Joel with wide, pleading eyes, gauging his reaction. And of course, being the honest man that he is, he would never lie.

“Damn, that is good” he clicks his tongue and goes for another sip.

You smile brightly “I like it too. Although it’s a little more bitter for my liking, think I'll adjust the grind next time.”

You want to kick yourself so bad. You’re only now realising that you got too comfortable and you let yourself go on and on about something he probably doesn’t even care about. You had to shut the caffeine talk down.

“So, Joel, how's Sarah?” You gestured for him to follow you to the living room.

He settled on one side of the loveseat while you occupied the other, folding your legs under yourself. “She’s alright, her mom wanted her to see her grandma so she’s with her this week.” Maria told you all about their co-parenting system and how they’re succeeding in making it work so far. Little 10 years old Sarah spends equal amounts of time with both her parents and she feels loved by both. Not everything is a bed of roses, of course. But they deal with obstacles when they appear in their time.

“That’s nice, and how was her game last week? I remember you said she was nervous about it?” He stared at you for a few seconds too long that it makes you wonder if you crossed a line or said something wrong. But he blinked a couple of times and continued.

“Doin’ great actually, my little goal getter” he pondered softly before announcing “she scored the winning goal in last week’s game!” He sat up a little, you think it’s unconsciously as a result of his excitement.

“Oh my god! That’s so amazing!” You matched his energy “you must be so proud!”.

His smile widened if it was possible “I am, she puts her mind into something and never rests ‘til she gets it,” he reclined against the couch again “dunno where she got it from, but I sure as hell am not gonna complain”

“You’re selling yourself short, Joel.” You offered a warm smile “I’m sure you’ve been a great influence on her, your determination is probably rubbing off on her.”

Joel’s expression softened, a hint of pride flickering in his eyes. “Thanks, sure means a lot coming from you, sweetheart. If I’m bein’ honest, I just wanna see my girl chasin’ her dreams and be happy. ‘s all I want”

“I have no doubt she’ll do so much, and she’ll achieve great things with your guidance and support” you placed your hand on his knees for reassurance.

He felt warmth all over his chest, his heartbeats exceeding those of a hummingbird. His eyes fell down to where your hand was touching and almost burning him, and they stayed there for a while before looking back at your eyes. He has this immense urge to kiss you. The tension has been building all night and his ability to hold himself off is getting harder and harder by the second.

He cleared his throat, trying to steady his racing heart as he met your gaze. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Your faith in her means the world to me."

Your hand lingered on his knee for a moment longer before you withdrew it, a faint blush coloring your cheeks. "She's lucky to have you as her dad, y’know" you said softly, the look in your eyes showing the sincerity of your words.

A moment of silence passed between you, the air thick with unspoken emotions. Joel's gaze flickered to your lips, his own heart still pounding accompanied by longing. He swallowed hard, struggling to find the right words to convey the feelings swirling inside him.

He brought his eyes back up to yours only to see that your gaze had been on his lips, mirroring his desires. Your gazes met, the tension snapped. Lightning flashes through the window right before your eyes and your lips crash in a bruising, soaring kiss that to outsiders would look as if you were trying to devour each other. Everything happened at a rather fast pace. The roaring of the thunder dwindled by frantic breathing and the rush of blood in his ears. His tongue demanded entry, which you gave no problem. He brought his large palm over your hips, pulling you over to straddle him, never breaking the kiss.

He felt your heat through the layers of clothes between you as you settled on his lap, pulling a soft gasp out of you. Using his grasp on your hips, he rocked you back and forth to grind your center on his bulge, eliciting a string of whines you let out in between the clashing of tongues. In a moment of sudden clarity, he broke off your lips but never moved too far away, he rested his forehead to yours, sharing the air. Finally, he spoke, his voice husky with emotion.“Um- I’m sorry, is- is this okay?”

You continued to move against him, seeking more friction. Then you chuckled through your laboured breathing, “yeah, yes I want this. If- if you do too.”

“Oh darlin’ you have no idea” he hurried out before picking up where he left off, trailing his lips down the corner of your mouth, your jaw, your neck where he settled on open mouthed kisses that sent your head falling back, giving him more of you. He got addicted to the taste of your skin on his tongue fast and he craved to taste more.

Dragging his mouth over your shoulders then to your collarbone. He huffed in frustration, your shirt was personally offending him by denying him the access he needed. Seeming to sense his frustration, you pushed him away slightly so you could pull off your shirt over your head in one smooth motion. He wasted no time roaming his hands all over your torso, returning his mouth to your collarbones, kissing his way down to the parts of your breasts spilling out from your bra.

His hands slithered up from your hips to the sides of your waist, then wrapped around your back and moved up to hook his fingers underneath the strap of your bra. He mumbled against your skin, “can I take it off?” You gasped your affirmation. Overwhelming sensations leaving you breathless.

Even though it was a simple bra strap, he struggled to unhook it. Hands too shaky and excited. You breathed a laugh and did it yourself. Once you’re completely bare, nipples perking up as soon as the cold air hits them. He pulled away, looking at you with wide, fascinated eyes. His lips immediately latched around a nipple, flicking his tongue slowly, almost as if he’s savouring the feeling. He pulled away and murmured “beautiful”. Just to latch onto the other one with the same treatment, “absolutely beautiful” he murmured again into the plushness of your tits.

You felt a shiver at the undivided attention from the gorgeous man that seems to never get enough of you. Of course you always thought he was handsome, that was non negotiable. The man was gorgeous from day one. And tonight, you felt a connection that you never felt before. And as soon as the ties were made, the tension rose suddenly, as if it had always been there but you were too much in your head to notice it, contemplating whether he likes you or not. But now, you do notice it. Very much so. And it’s becoming unbearable. You want him so bad. You want him to drown all your senses. You want him inside, outside, under and over you.

Joel, Joel, Joel.

You held his head with both your hands to pull him away from your chest before saying “need to see you too, Joel” you pleaded as you fumbled with the hem of his shirt trying to lift it. His eyes darkened at your desperation. As quick as the lightning that occasionally lights up the room around you, he flipped you so your back is against the couch and took off his shirt and jeans and hovered above you.

You took a steadying breath and your eyes drank in the sight in front of you, bringing your hands on each of his wrists. You mapped the outlines of his thick arms, moving towards his shoulders. Then brought them back to his broad chest, bare except for the hair that formed a thick layer in the center. You felt the muscles ripple under your fingertips. Built from the physical labour that a contractor would endure. You lowered your touch a little to feel his soft stomach. Squishy tummy, a sign of a man that was actually living and feeding himself well. Not shying away from a meal or obsessing over fitting society’s mould of perfection. You wanted to kiss it and nibble on it so bad, but you weren’t sure if he’d be okay with it, that was probably more of a second time type of thing. Mentally shaking your head away from the idea that you’re already thinking of next time when nothing even happened yet. Lastly, you ran your fingers on the smattering of coarse, dark hair that dipped further down into his tented boxers.

Mostly empty coffee cups long abandoned on the table. He knelt on his knees between your spread legs, and yanked your pants and panties in one quick motion. Towering over your naked form. His eyes danced around every inch of your body. He brought his thumbs to each side of your heat. Tracing the outside of your folds. He murmured so low, almost as if he’s talking to himself “Too goddamn pretty for your own good, baby”. He was basking in the sight of your desperate writhing as your need for any kind of friction became unfathomable.

“Please,” you whined in frustration, A smirk pulled on his lips at your little pouty face.

“Please what, darlin’?”

“Touch me” your keen hands reach for his wrists to coax them where you want him. But he was determined to keep his hands at their place.

Yeah, your hands are too small, too soft for such a sweet, delightful, damn-good coffee making, thoughtful, eager little thing.

“I am touching you now, ain’t I?” He keeps stroking the outside of your lower lips.

“More, please.” You whimpered.

“Well, you leave me no choice now, since you asked so nicely”

He wasted no time gathering the slick from your opening and plunging his thick middle finger in and out. Your breath catching at the sudden but welcome stretch. Not long after, his ring finger joined inside and he curled them both up, searching and finding the spot that makes your eyes roll and your hips buck into his hand in shock.

“sit still, angel.” He placed his other hand on your lower stomach to keep your back rested on the couch. He picked up the pace of his fingers thrusting in and out, in and out, massaging the same spot over and over and over. He felt your walls slightly tightening around his fingers, and there’s a change in the rhythm of your breathing. You’re close. “Cum for me, angel. Come on lemme see this pretty pussy droolin’ for me”. He kept his pace up until you were gasping for air. And with a specifically strong stroke, your walls clumped down, choking his fingers and soaking them to the wrist. Working you through your high, he kept his eyes on you, the sight of you coming apart on his fingers. Heavenly.

He took his fingers out and sucked them with lewd, obscene sounds. He made a show to lick his palm clean of your release and humming around his fingers. “Next time, I’m havin’ it straight from its source” he leaned down and kissed your parted lips. “Oughta have a palate cleanser ‘f we’re gonna give your coffee a fair shot” he gave a playful smack to your ass “and you sure know how to make ‘em.”

You blushed and giggled as you couldn’t help the giddy feeling of the prospect of a next time. The image of Joel relishing the taste of you is already seared deep in your brain. You couldn’t wait to have these slurping noises happening between your legs, certain already that he doesn’t eat, he devours.

He sat up on his haunches and lowered his boxers below his balls. He took his cock in his hand. Not even his large hand wrapped around it makes it seem any less girthy. The head is angry and leaking a steady stream. He gives himself slow, languid strokes from base to red-purplish head. You couldn’t help yourself, you sat up and your hand took over his. Stroking him at the same pace he was. He shuddered at your touch and marvelled at the contrast between his rough, calloused hand versus your soft, smooth ones on his cock. You gradually increased the pressure, adding a twist at the end that sent his head falling back with a stifled groan between his clenched teeth.

His hands were tight fists by his sides, desperately trying to hold off but ready to pounce at you any moment. “Hold on, baby” he groaned “I- I gotta grab a condom”

“But I wanna feel you, and I’m safe” you said in a little, unsure voice. Still stroking him and loving the velvety softness enveloping the steely hardness. When your gazes met again, the hungry look in his eyes made a tiny sound climb to the back of your throat. With that, the last thread holding off the beast inside him snapped. With a low growl he grabbed your ankles, yanking you closer to his pelvis, making your back hit the soft pillow on the couch with a dull thud.

“Baby, I’m clean too. But I need ya to be sure, angel. ‘Cause when I start, ‘m not really sure I can stop” He said through dark eyes that were straining to hold off.

You held firm eye contact with him “I’m sure, Joel. Please fuck me now”

“Yes, ma’am” with that, he ran his cock through your slit, gathering you wetness before lining it with your entrance and with one quick motion he sinks into you. Your moans and his name on your tongue, dripping honey onto his ear. He feels your warmth enveloping every inch of him. He wants to get lost in the feeling. To replace every bad memory he has with this sensation, the divine fit of your silky smooth walls, encompassing him. So tight, so soft, so perfect.

As his hips rocked back and forth, you wrapped your legs around him, and dug your heels into his ass, wanting him impossibly deeper. Sweet, delightful, damn-good coffee making, thoughtful, eager, greedy little thing. He removed his hands from beside your head to hold the base of your skull in one of his palms and wrap the other under your waist for leverage. Grunting into your neck while your pretty moans filling his ears got louder as he moved in a pace that promised him a date with painkillers and an ice pack on his back tomorrow night.

When he felt the telltale signs of your near release, he gently let go of your head to bring his hand down and circle your bundle of nerves. Your continuous string of frantic pleads prompted him to lay soothing kisses to the corner of your mouth. With a compulsive string of “it’s okay, baby”, “sound so pretty whinin’ like that”, and “just let go for me, princess.”

The last one pushing you over the edge. With your legs quivering, your breathing turning into shallow panting and your hands clawing at his back. He was working you through it all with a “that’s it, angel. There ya go”, “so good for me” and “look so pretty cummin’ on my cock”.

Once your muscles stopped contracting and your heartbeat settled on. Joel switched to a more gentle pace. You stuttered out between small gasps of air “cum for me, Joel. Fill me up”. Leaving him no choice but to buck into you wildly with renewed vigour. Fucking you like all of his goddamn life is depending on it.

Loving the effect you have on him, you whispered “Wanna feel you inside me after you leave, Joel”. This makes his release hit him like a freight train. With a few forceful plunges and a string of grunted out fucks. He shoots his load with a prolonged groan of your name, painting your walls with strong, long spurts. He came so hard, he thinks he blacked out for a minute.

He collapsed on top of you, nuzzling in your neck and surrounding himself in your scent as he comes down from his high. In the middle of the chaos of regulating heartbeats and relaxing bodies, your laboured breathing turns into a giggle when his beard tickles your neck and under your jaw. He lifted his head to look at you with a “what?” and scrunched eyebrows. You stifled your giggle with a shake of your head. Only failing when he dips his head in your neck again. He smirked when realisation hit him. Lifting his head again “You’re ticklish ain’tcha, angel?” His face is so close your noses were touching.

You pressed your lips in a firm, straight line and shook your head again.

“No? So you don’t mind me doing this?” He rubbed his beard on your neck again and again. You went into a giggle fit that triggered his own breathy chuckles as he switched to the other side.

“Okay, okay I am, I am!” You managed to say between giggles.

He stopped and looked you straight in the eyes “ ‘s what I thought” he descended his lips on yours and they mingled in a soft, deep kiss that made you lightheaded. He wouldn’t mind getting used to this, “Lemme clean ya up, princess”.

One year later.

The anniversary of your first “get together” is today. Joel wanted to skip work all together, but he knew Tommy would give him shit about it. How ironic.

He rented a gorgeous, comfy cabin for the weekend, that’s a thirty minutes drive away from town. Joel coaxed Sarah into a slumber party at her uncle’s, which she would’ve very happily agreed to either way. But she’s a smart kid and she chose to haggle for a later bedtime and ice cream for dessert both nights.

He wanted to take the extra time to prepare everything you might need, from basic essentials like food or first aid kits, to extra entertainment options like books or puzzles. He doubts they’ll need the latter though.

——

But then again, it’s April, and a storm was closing in. Rendering the drive there too dangerous to make during the night. And the storm is predicted to last the whole weekend, even threatening to close schools on Monday.

“I’m just upset you didn’t get your money’s worth from that cabin” you say with worried expressions as you put away the food that you aimlessly packed earlier.

Joel brings the last of the suitcases in, sitting them by the door. “The owners seem pretty nice, bet they’ll understand and agree to push the reservation back”

“Then, that settles it.” You sighed and closed the fridge with finality. “We’re having our anniversary weekend here” you approached him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

He instinctively placed his hands on the dip of your waist, and grunted with furrowed eyebrows “I got a long ass list of things I wanted to do to you in that cabin, now ‘s just sitting in my wallet mockin’ me”.

“It’s for the better, gives me time to make my own list” you teased him with a wink and a bite to your lower lip.

He squeezed your waist with a low, gravel groan. Eyes on your lips in a strong, hungry stare.

But before he can act on his thoughts you unwrap yourself from his tight grasp and turn away with a shout that carries upstairs “Sarah, change of plans! We’re staying here for the weekend!”

Hearing her footsteps descending the stairs, Sarah asked “you’re staying with us too?”. She squeals when you nod with a bright grin. “Now we can watch that movie I told you about last week!” With that, she drags you into the living room, gushing to you about the movie while you listen with interest and occasional oohs and aahs and reactions Joel knows are genuine.

Every other sound dies down as one thought only echoes in his head.

Oh god, please let me keep her.

The black, velvet box burns a hole in his suitcase. And item no.1 on his list sits idle by, just waiting to be checked.

He knows you’ll say yes, this isn’t a subject you avoid. You’re both aware of what you want in a relationship and you communicate your needs to each other. So you’re both sure that you’re on the same page. The element of surprise lies in the timing and method only.

As he looks at you and his daughter, he knows that this feels right. This is how it is supposed to be.

Okay, he owes Tommy an apology. Because now he understands disgusting, lovesick smiles and the urge to get out of work early. He understands six month anniversaries, because when he’s with you; there isn’t a damn thing he wouldn’t do for the mere chance to make you happy.

A Sweet, delightful, damn-good coffee making, thoughtful, eager, greedy, dreamy little thing.

My Sweet, delightful, damn-good coffee making, thoughtful, eager, greedy, dreamy little thing.

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A/N : Again, if you’re still here, I love you so much & you made my day <333 pls tell me your thoughts! I write cuz i love doing it but i need to know if i should continue to upload or just let the contents of my delulu brain stay in my phone 🫣

Loon out, luv yaa <33

[woso-story]

Early Mornings

Ingrid Engen x Mapi Leon

It was a rare day off for Ingrid and Mapi, a slice of calm amidst the chaos of their busy football schedules. The soft rays of the morning sun filtered through the curtains of their shared apartment in Barcelona. The air was warm and inviting, perfect for a late breakfast on the balcony. But there was one problem—Mapi had no intention of leaving the bed.

Ingrid, always the early riser, had already been up for an hour. She’d gone for a quick jog, made a cup of coffee, and prepared a plate of fresh fruit and toast. She was now standing at the door to their bedroom, hands on her hips, looking at the heap of blankets that barely hinted at Mapi's existence.

"Maria," Ingrid called softly, her Norwegian accent making the name sound even sweeter. "It's a beautiful day. Come on, we can have breakfast outside."

A muffled groan came from under the covers. "Nooo... it's too early."

Ingrid chuckled and stepped closer. "It’s almost ten. That's not early, cariño."

The mound of blankets shifted slightly, revealing a tuft of messy blonde hair and one barely-open eye. "Still too early."

Shaking her head, Ingrid set her coffee down and perched on the edge of the bed. "You promised me we'd go to the park today. Remember?"

"I remember you promising," Mapi mumbled, her voice thick with sleep. "I never agreed to anything."

With a playful sigh, Ingrid leaned down and started to gently tug the blankets away. Mapi grabbed them back, her strength surprising despite her sleepy state. "Don't you dare," she warned.

"Okay, you leave me no choice." Ingrid's tone turned mock-serious, and in one swift move, she tickled Mapi's sides.

Mapi yelped, flailing under the attack. "No! Ingrid! Stop!" she gasped between laughs, finally sitting up to escape the onslaught. Her hair was a wild mess, and her eyes were still half-closed.

"There we go," Ingrid said triumphantly, sitting back with a grin.

"You're evil," Mapi muttered, rubbing her face and trying to wake up fully. But when Ingrid handed her a steaming cup of coffee, her grumpiness melted a little.

"See? It's not so bad," Ingrid said, brushing a stray hair out of Mapi's face. "Now, get dressed. The world is waiting for us."

Mapi sighed dramatically but took a sip of the coffee. "Fine, but only because you're cute."

Ingrid laughed, kissing Mapi’s cheek. "And because I’m relentless."

The two eventually made their way to the balcony, where breakfast awaited. The rest of the day unfolded lazily, with laughter, shared stories, and a walk through the park as promised. But for Ingrid, the real victory had been getting Mapi out of bed—a task that, while challenging, was always worth the effort.

[beefrobeefcal]

Beefro proudly presents:

a Joel Miller & his Darlin' drabble: Just Wanted To Hear Your Voice Summary: You go for a night out and your minds wanders back to the man you share a home with. (Post Outbreak)

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader | Rating: 18+ (MDNI) | Word Count: 1,245

Content Warning: allusions to smut, swearing, Joel & Darlin' being cuddle bugs

Author's Notes: this whole thing is courtesy of @iamasaddie & their prompt challenge. Thank you to @noxturnalpascal for being so sensible in their support and betaing this for me.

The need to socialize was something you’d not anticipated to ever feel again. After everything ended, normalcy became fight or flight and socializing for fun was a thing of the past. That is, until you and Joel had settled in Jackson. Being that you now no longer had to wonder where your next meal was coming from or had to keep looking over your shoulder for another threat, things that hadn’t held weight in years were starting to make their way back into your life.

“I’m goin’ out tonight.”, you said nonchalantly as you buttoned up your flannel shirt.

Looking up at your reflection, you caught Joel giving you a small smirk as he hoisted himself up from the bed.

He came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you flush with his big middle.

“Goin’ out? With who?”, he said in a hushed tone, pressing kisses to your neck.

“Maria, Dajana, Lisbeth… the usual suspects.”

 “Ah, ‘s a girls night out.”

“Yeah. ‘S why you’re not invited.”

Joel chuckled and playfully gave your ass a spank.

*****

When you’d gotten home from working in the kitchen, you’d quickly cleaned up and changed, nervously anticipating something that you’d long since given up on ever doing again. You ran down the stairs just as Joel walked in the door and saw you in a dress.

He let out a long, low whistle. “You sure you’re goin’ out, Darlin’?”

You smiled at him, did a spin to show off your outfit, and Joel licked his lips. He nodded his head at you, and crooned, “Get over here. Need a closer look.”

The clock on the wall read that you were already in danger of being late, so you shook your finger at him with a smile as you tried to pass him to get to the door. Despite his added weight, he was still quick enough to catch you.

“You behave tonight. And have fun.”, he said against your mouth between kisses.

“Can’t do both at the same time, Joel.”, you teased. Giving him one last kiss, you squirmed out of his grip and scampered out the door.

*****

You’d lost count of how many rounds your table had ordered at the Tipsy Bison, and you were thoroughly enjoying yourself. Feeling the alcohol dampen your senses in a euphoric way, you found yourself lost in thought over how the luxury of letting loose was now something you had.

The conversation at the table moved easily through different topics, starting tame with things like the weather and town events and then slipped into gossip, giggled between sips of beer and bouts of laughter. The subject of sex came up and you sat back with a wide grin as the women went back and forth over just about anything and everything that could potentially fall under the umbrella of sex. One had a complaint about their partner that they expressed in a hilarious anecdote, another regaled the table with a story about almost getting caught by her in-laws giving a blow job. Tears were in your eyes from laugher, and when it was your turn to speak, you paused, keenly aware that Joel’s sister-in-law was sitting at the table. Instead of sharing how Joel pulled you apart with almost surgical precision before he fucked you into oblivion, you settled for one of your favourite things about him.

“I love his voice. The way he talks.”, you smile, looking at your half full glass of beer with a small smile.

“Joel is not what I would a talkative man. You sure we’re talking about the same guy?”, Lisbeth teased.

“The man knows exactly what to say.”, you chuckled, feeling your cheeks heat up. Realizing that everyone at the table assumed you were referring exclusively to Joel’s dirty talk, you saved yourself the embarrassment of getting sentimental and stated, “He saves his daily word count for nocturnal activities.”

The knowing looks and nods around the table followed by agreement and similar sentiments allowed your mind to wander to Joel. Sure, his bedroom talk was just something else, but his voice -  now that was what you loved. The non-verbal sounds he made: the grunts, the huffs, the chuckles, the sighs, the moans, the breaths, the whines, the whimpers, the growls, the hums…

You’d learned that Joel was more than the words he said long before you realized you loved him. Just the slight pitch change in a groan was enough to tell you it was safe to push or to retreat. Being allowed to get close enough to learn this about him was not just a point of pride, it was something you cherished.  In turn, Joel could read you well enough to know if he could move forward or let you take the lead.

You were shaken from your thoughts by Dajana nudging you with a laugh.

“Daydreaming about that dick, huh?”

You laughed and agreed, not yet ready to delve into the depths of how bad you had it for Joel. “Speakin’ of – I’m gonna head out.”

The women all half-heartedly tried to get you to stay as they one by one all decided to head home. You bid them good night and paid your tab on the way out the door.

*****

“You’re home early, baby. Everything okay?”, Joel asked softly with brows furrowed as you walked in. He was sitting in the armchair in front of fire with a small knife and a little wooden giraffe he was carving in his hands.

You said nothing, keeping eye contact as you took off your jacket and walked towards him. He watched you, seeing the telltale haze of beer in your eyes and held his hand out for you. You took it and crawled onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his head against your chest. He wrapped his arms around your middle and held you close, letting out a content hum and your heart swelled. The rhythm of his breaths was even and soothing.

You held each other for an indeterminate period of time, each relishing in the other’s comfort and yet existing as one. The pleasant cocoon was paused as Joel moved his head and nudged his nose against your chin, silently asking for you to look at him.

When you did, he gave a soft smile that traveled to his eyes and his brought his hand to your cheek. “You okay?”

“Keep talking…”, you hummed in response.

Joel huffed a laugh and eyed you, “Darlin’… you’re home early an’awfully cuddly.”

You smiled and a soft giggle hovered in your throat as you closed your eyes.

“Come on, baby. Talk to me. Somethin’ happen or one of th – “

“I just wanted to hear your voice.”

Joel pulled back and looked up at you, confusion written on his face. His brows raised and the confusion melted into amusement.

“Darlin’, you’re drunk.”

You let a laugh out, echoing through the house like chimes. “Maybe, but I know I love you.”

As soon as the words left your mouth, you froze. You and Joel had never said it to one another. You felt Joel pull you into him again, coaxing your tense body to relax. The small sound he made in response, the pitch and tone and the timber, the way you felt the sound vibrate from him through to you more than you heard it… it was all you needed to know he loved you, too.

[itspileofgoodthings]

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[bensonsbreakdowns]

ITS BRIGHTER NOW

SUMMARY — until you met your girls, you once believed love would be burning red, but it turns out, it’s everything in between, and that couldn’t be more golden. i wanna be defined by the things that i love, not the things i hate, not the things that i’m afraid of, not the things that haunt me in the middle of the night, i just think that you are what you love

PROMPTS — “sorry, we didn’t mean to wake you” & “will you stay with me?”

WARNINGS — mentions of battle, injury, anxiety, overall just fluff and comfort for arguably the best avengers and their girlfriend

Like every relationship, yours has its ups and downs. Although most times, you’re met with nothing but outstanding partners who try their absolute hardest to maintain open communication and boundaries, they’re still human, and Avengers, and while some consider that a fairytale circumstance, not many stop to think about how challenging it can be at its worst moments. Not many people, or any at all who aren’t in the lifestyle or one similar, think about how they’re gone for days at a time, sometimes weeks or months if it’s an undercover mission, and how when they finally do get back, they’re never the same as how they left. But honestly, how could they be? They’ve done things no average citizen would ever be expected to do, seen things and handled situations that are dangerous and traumatizing, and just like anyone else, those things haunt them. Wanda is better about unpacking those skeletons in her closet then Natasha is, but the both of them take things personally, and if things go south, it’s never good.

Both of your girlfriends had been gone from the compound for days. They’d been called out to an active Hydra base in Russia, and three days later, things had gone south and they’d been in active combat since. You didn’t talk to them much, with battles and timezones and everything else that got in your way, but you had heard through the grapevine that Wanda was pretty banged up and Natasha had been left with no choice but to shoot to kill after a particularly gruesome fight. Hearing that never got any easier, especially when they were halfway across the world and had no idea when they’d return. It was missions like these that made you yearn for a simpler life. One where Wanda was an artist, Natasha probably took up something flexible like tattooing, and you did literally anything else to just have some peace and quiet and promised safety.

You had met Natasha first, after Maria recruited you to join Shield. She had been skeptical of you, as she was of everyone, but you broke down her walls as easily as you’d picked the lock to Clint’s farm the one time you were placed on a strike mission together. She had been hurt pretty badly, and his farm was the closest place to land. That had been an interesting day, no thanks to your girlfriend who was draped across your arm with a shallow bullet wound and a startled Laura who was screeching about blood on her new couch. Things with Clint were still chaotic as ever, but he eventually got over you busting his brand new lock, and the two of you joked about it now, although now you had a key so no locks had to be busted in the event of an unplanned visit happening again. When you met Wanda, she fell into your dynamic easily, and at first, neither you nor Natasha had realized that you’d kind of adopted her as a third girlfriend until a drunken night when she ended up in your bed and never left. Now, sleeping without them is hard, but you’re forced to manage as best as you can, seeing as you don't really have much of a choice.

It was going onto the sixth night without them home when you finally retired from the couch, and decided to head to bed, figuring that at two in the morning there was no chance of them coming back until the next morning at the earliest. It was hard enough when one of them was on an active mission with no return date, but when both of them were gone, it truly felt like your heart was missing from your chest and you were just going through the motions and holding your breath until they got back. Most people only had one person to worry about, but having two people to lose, with jobs in this line of work, you felt like you were always looking over your shoulder and expecting the worst. As often as they could, your girlfriends declined missions together, even though they felt comfortable on the battlefield together and it was a comfort to not be alone, but neither one of them wanted to risk not coming home to you. They didn’t have a choice this time, so reluctantly they packed up their duffles and headed for the quinjet, with a kiss on your head and a promise that they would fight to come home to you, that they would try to make it back. There were still two mugs of tea on the countertop in the mini kitchen, and although it was disgusting and the tea had gone bad, you couldn’t bring yourself to clean them up. If that was the last thing they ever touched with you, when they were just Wanda and Natasha and not Avengers, you wanted the picture of mismatched mugs burned into your eyelids for the rest of your life. They deserved to be remembered as real, genuine, soft and stubborn, sometimes infuriating but lovable and loved people, not just heroes who had a cause when things went south.

You tossed and turned for probably an hour, groaning in annoyance for how empty your bed felt without them. How had you gotten so attached? That was the one thing you’d tried your hardest not to do when you got into this, and yet here you are, in Natasha’s t-shirt and Wanda’s panties, unable to sleep because the bed feels too cold and the walls feel too big and the room feels too empty and your heart feels misplaced. You’d heard somebody say love is golden once, not burning red, and you’d never understood that until a moment like this a few years ago, when Natasha left for the first time and you were utterly alone in the tower. They were golden, they were light, they were pouring rain in the middle of the day with the sun shining and not a cloud in sight, and they are the best moments of your life that you wish you could frame in a moving picture, because no, a picture can’t say a million words when it’s them. You need every word in the dictionary and then some. You will never be able to elaborate on how much you love them without falling short, and feeling like there's still so much you could’ve said. Everything felt so gray without them. It had to be after three in the morning when you finally fell asleep, probably closer to four, but you didn’t think about how long you’d been waiting up for them, just flopped onto your back and sprawled out like a starfish, and let sleep take over so you could have a few hours without consciously missing them. Missing them was the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do.

You’re pulled from your sleep by hushed voices and a door closing, convinced that the hinges are louder at inappropriate times just to spite you. You try to ignore it at first, finally in a comfortable position and getting some rest after a long day of running trials with Cho, but the noises persist despite your displeasure. A sound between a groan and a whine is extracted from your chest when something bumps into the bed, and any thought of going back to sleep leaves your mind. Unlike your girlfriends who can sleep through a natural disaster and fall asleep again if god forbid it wakes them up, once your eyes open you’re awake for the day, and it seems like this is where your day starts.

Although with blurred vision from the very few hours of sleep in your eyes, you’re able make out Wanda hunched over the bed, grasping at her side that is noticeably bloody, while Natasha is digging through the drawers to your left probably attempting to find a loose fitting top for Wanda to change into. All exhaustion leaves your body at the sight of them, and you spring up, rubbing your eyes with a wince as they burn in disagreement with your current state of consciousness. Wanda’s head snaps up, on high alert, but she forces her shoulders to relax when she realizes that it’s just you and not a threat.

“Sorry, we didn’t want to wake you.” She apologizes weakly, through clenched teeth and apparent sleepiness. You wonder when the last time they got a decent amount of rest, when they weren’t looking over their shoulders in paranoia or tossing and turning in pain from an injury that couldn’t be properly treated, but you force yourself to not dwell on it too much. You can’t change the past, and neither can they, all that matters is how they recover, and how they need you to help them heal from everything they were exposed to while in Russia. You’re the clean up, another factor that nobody considers while talking about how romantic and protected you must feel having two superheroes as partners. If anything, you feel more exposed. Like all eyes are on you and a monster is always lurking in the room over.

“No, no that’s okay. I only went to sleep a few hours ago, anyway. Here.” You know that the shirt Natasha is probably looking for is the one currently on your body, and you offer it to Wanda with no hesitation, already making a b-line for her when she just barely has the strength to reach for it herself. You pull the bloodied top over her head gently, thankful that the blood it’s soaked with is dry, and her wound is covered in gauze, meaning they’d probably stopped by the medbay before they made their way in here. “A little banged up, aren’t you?” You comment, although it's rhetorical and you know she won’t tell you how it happened just yet. That usually comes a few days after the mission, when the trauma isn’t so fresh and they’re not still on edge that something else is coming for them. You help her out of her pants as well, thanking Natasha when she hands you a fresh pair of undergarments to pull up Wanda’s legs before you even have to ask.

“We’re still in one piece.” Natasha promises, coming up behind you and wrapping her arms around your waist. She’s tense all over, but she does her best to relax as she holds you, grounding herself in the moment and not the nightmares that have been going around in circles in her mind since getting on the quinjet to come home. “We missed you.” She kisses the skin beneath your ear, lingering for a few seconds before she untangles herself completely and gets ready for bed herself.

“That’s all that matters.” You reassure her, pecking Wanda’s lips gently, knowing she doesn’t have the energy or the strength to match any moment of passion right now. It’s not something that bothers you, maybe it used to, just the slightest bit, but it’s a routine you’re used to now. “I missed you too.”

“I told Steve we’re not taking any missions for a while. Especially not together.” Natasha hands you another one of her tops to slip into, and watches you throw Wanda’s bloodied one into the garbage beside your vanity. She won’t wear it again, not when it’s got so much history now, even if you could get the blood stain out. Again, it’s a routine you’ve found comfort in. The clothes they return home in almost always end up in the garbage, no time for working through PTSD that’s stitched into the fabric when you can just get something new to start fresh in.

“That’s good. I heard from Maria how tough this one was. I don’t know if I slept much the first few days.” You hate to worry them, or make them feel bad, but they hate when you’re not honest with them, and there’s nothing any of you can do about them being sent out on missions, so it’s not like you’re haroboring negative feelings toward them directly, which they understand, but your girlfriends do a great job of beating themselves up about certain things out of their control, this being one of them.

“Or at all. We still have cameras, you know.” Natasha muses, thoroughly amused when you turn a deep shade of crimson and kick Wanda’s discarded pants up toward her. Your other girlfriend, who has been noticeably quiet through the entire exchange, is curled up in bed, looking unbothered by the conversation but intent on finally getting some sleep in her own bed without the possibility of being blown to bits by the enemy.

“Spying on me, are you Romanoff?” You tease, shutting all the drawers Natasha left open and picking up all of her discarded clothes to throw them in the bin as well. She thanks you silently with her eyes that are practically bleeding with pain and adoration, but you don’t say anything. This is the least you can do for them right now.

“Gotta keep an eye on my girl.” Although it’s an easy statement, you know that it’s riddled with nothing but genuine anxiety. Both of your girlfriends are worrywarts when it comes to leaving you alone, for any amount of time but especially undetermined chunks like this mission, and although its heartwarming to be so cared for, it breaks your heart to know that they have valid reasons to be afraid. Another thing nobody even considers when they make comments toward your relationship. Wanda makes a huffing sound beside Natasha and both of your lips twitch in amusement, “On one of my girls, sorry, malysh.”

“You both should get some rest.” You comment, seeing that almost an hour has passed since they stumbled in. You won’t be able to fall asleep again, and even if you could, you’re apprehensive to crawl into bed with Wanda and accidentally hurt her more, so you have all intentions of wishing them a goodnight and going to finally clean up the mugs of tea that are resting on the counter.

“Where are you going?” Natasha wonders, watching you closely, like she’s scared that you’re going to fall apart right in front of her. You hate these moments, when they’re first getting back and they still feel like they’re stranded in a battlefield. It takes days to get back to some kind of normalcy without walking on eggshells, and by that time, they’re usually cleared to start training again and working their strength up for the next mission. One day, you just want to be done, but they’re not ready yet and that's okay.

“To clean up the tea mugs you left before you went. I didn’t have the heart to clean them up, in case…” You train off, but Natasha knows what you’re going to say and her face sinks even deeper.

“In case we didn’t come back.” She finishes your thought, hand rubbing Wanda’s back now that the woman is on her belly, seeking pressure against her wound that’s probably aching beneath the gauze. She shouldn’t be putting any pressure on it, but you’re not about to scold her right now. She needs to be comfortable, any torn stitches can easily be mended tomorrow morning when she’s well rested.

“Yeah.” You breathe out, releasing the tension that gathered in your shoulders at the simple thought of losing them. They’re okay this time, you can let go of all that pent up anxiety and dread for the time being. But it crosses your mind that there's always next time, and they might not get so lucky.

“Will you stay with me? Please?” Wanda asks, voice muffled by the pillow her face is pressed into, her arms beneath her head as she gives Natasha full access to her back, and the aching muscles that have probably been pulled a couple thousand times since leaving. Natasha works harder at releasing some of that tension, looking at you with broken eyes that you can’t say no too. Your worries are squandered when Wanda speaks again, lifting her head just enough to be able to see your face, peering into your eyes with a passion and seriousness that burns you inside. “You won’t hurt me, stop thinking that. I just want to hold my girl.”

“Ahem.” Natasha clears her throat, and Wanda lets the slightest smile pull her tired lips upward.

“One of my girls, sorry, detka.” She apologies before dropping her face back into the pillow, tightening her grip on it when Natasha hits a sore spot in her back. The redhead keeps at it, knowing how easily the Sokovian can pull her muscles when she’s lifting heavy things with just her tendrils.

“Are my thoughts that loud?” You ask meekly, abandoning your intention of straightening up the kitchen and instead coming closer to the end bed, still without pants and just Natasha’s shirt that hangs to your mid thigh.

Natasha stops rubbing Wanda’s back in order to grab at your thighs and pull you closer, rubbing the skin of your legs the same way she had been rubbing Wanda’s back. Though she’ll never admit it, you and Wanda have a sneaking suspicion her love language is physical touch, and that just maybe, physically feeling you both silences her anxieties over you just disappearing from her. Whatever her reason, neither of you protest, and admittedly crave her touch by the end of the night when you crawl into bed.

“Mhmm, I promise I’m okay. Doesn’t really hurt anymore, s’just sore.” She promised, sounding half asleep the longer she lays, adjusting her head so her neck is turned toward both you and Natasha, but her eyes are closed, a content smirk on her lips that only grows bigger when she hears you sigh your agreeance and then feels the bed dip with your weight as you climb into bed.

“Lay your ass down, or I’m gonna fall asleep sitting up.” Natasha scolds, playfully slapping your ass as you crawl over her and into the center of the bed, which is no longer warm from your body. You settle in between them, humming contently when Wanda loops an arm around your waist and then Natasha pulled you into her chest, your legs intertangling messily beneath the sheets.

“I missed this. I can’t sleep when you’re gone, everything feels so empty.” You admit, letting your eyes close even if you’re going to have a few hours of painful silence and stillness before you can even consider actually falling asleep.

Natasha presses her lips into your head and Wanda tightens her arm around your middle, neither saying anything, but not having to as their words and their presence says it all. Surprisingly, you fall asleep in minutes, and not a single one of you wakes up for the next ten hours, desperately needing the rest all together again.

[evolnoomym]

🩵Wip Wednesday🩵

Well Hello everyone, after disappearing for a bit i thought it would only be appropriate to share all the recent wips. I’ve got some snippets and moodboards for y’all. Please enjoy 😉

Shoutout for the divider to @cafekitsune 🫶🏻

(As always, the snippets are nothing final and can still change)

First I’d like to introduce “Good Neighbor” a Pre-Outbreak Joel Miller x F!OC Reader Fic, it’s inspired from my recent move in to my apartment.

You blink up at him, slowly, to look sexy and mysterious.

“You know,” you let your gaze drift down to his crotch, which is directly in front of you “as a thank you for being such a good and thorough neighbor you could test the bed with me?” You practically purr those words at him. But Joel is too much of a gentleman and still doesn’t take the hint.

“Darlin’ why would we need to do that? The mattress seemed pretty solid to me.” His friendly smile makes you want to punch him.

At this point you don’t know how much more clearer you’ll have to be. You had flirted with him all day, he even went along sometimes but then always returned to friendly chatter. You even question if you’re not pretty enough.

You had enough. “Joel,” you inhale and exhale dramatically to underline your frustration “I want to have sex with you, right fucking know, is that clear enough?”

He just stares at you for what feels like an eternity before slowing responding “Are you sure?”

Now you’re confused “What?”

“I mean you really wanna have sex with me?” As he’s pointing towards himself.

“Yes? Why wouldn’t I?” Does he really not know how incredible hot he is?

Next up we have Valentine’s Day Joel Miller for the Bouquets of Pedro Creativity Challenge by @happypedrohours 💐❤️

It’s a sorta part 2 of Neighbor!Joel Miller and it takes us on their first “official” Date.

The morning after, there’s a knock at the door around 10 am. When you look through the peephole it’s Joel, so of course you open.

“Hello Neighbor,” you smile cheekily remembering the events from the previous day, whilst leaning against the door.

“Good Mornin’, hope ya slept well,” now he’s matching your expression, probably thinking of the same thing.

“Wanted to know if ya would like to have breakfast at mine, since, you know, you don’t really have a kitchen.” Suddenly he seemed all shy and nervous looking at the ground and rubbing his neck.

“It would be an honor to have breakfast with you, Joel” you murmur as you step closer to him.

Then I have some Joel Miller Angst for y’all to balance the romantic vibes out. It’s for Freya’s @almostfoxglove Angst Writing Challenge

I don’t want to say too much about this but I will hurt y’all for sure with this one and also myself. The title is : “Can’t Catch Me Now 🕊️”🫠😨

The Moodboard is provided by the wonderful Freya as well. 🙏🏻

Joel doesn’t even attempt to get up. He just watches you demolish his truck. You break all the windows, one by one with that bat of yours. Once you’re done, you turn around heading towards him. Joel is actually convinced you might kill him with how much anger is radiating off of you.

“Baby, please let’s just talk ‘bout it, just give me a chance to explain?” He’s pleading with you.

You kneel down in front of him and spit at him “Listen, you dumb motherfucker, you will never ever see me again. And if you don’t stay the fuck away I’m gonna ruin your fucking life.”

You lean in further and almost yell at him

“You hear me, I’m gonna end you Joel Miller.”

Afterwards you get up and walk away, leaving him there on the ground wallowing in self-pity.

Also say hi to Emotionally Constipated!FOC x Grumpy!Joel Miller. 🩵😉

“Uhh, sorry. Tell me again why you think this is a good idea?”

“He is your type, older, and I thought maybe you two would get along?”

You shake your head “No, I think you want me to date your boyfriend’s brother so we can go to those awful double-dates. Fuck no.”

Maria lets out an annoyed huff “Would it really be so awful to finally stop these power games and trust again?” She knows that you want to be loved but she also knows that you can’t let someone in on an emotional level. It’s too much.

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As you make the order for everyone’s drinks at the bar it doesn’t take much longer and you catch a gruff, more weathered version of Tommy swagger in. It must be Joel. He isn’t unattractive but he looks like an asshole and that is your kinda guy. Those are the ones you have the most fun breaking down, they deserve it.

And last but not least a nice Dave York Summer-Angst Fic. For the “writing through the seasons challenge ☀️” hosted by @guiltyasdave and @sizzlingcloudmentality

You two provided a wonderful moodboard but I couldn’t stop myself from creating my own 🫶🏻🫶🏻

“I needed to have you, my perfect, special and gorgeous girl. You are all mine.” To prove his point he holds up his hand, displaying the silver wedding band. Right, he married you, probably planned it all along to make it harder to get away from him.

Npt: @aurorawritestoescape @milla-frenchy @joelmillerisapunk @thundermartini @encasedinobsidian @hellishjoel @pedrospookie @ozarkthedog @pedgito @punkshort @ace-turned-confused @sp00kymulderr @strang3lov3 @beefrobeefcal @penvisions @itsokbbygrl @burntheedges @sunshineispunk @tightjeansjavi @macfrog @toxicanonymity @chronically-ghosted @604to647 @syd-djarin @mountainsandmayhem @jeewrites @penascigarette @galway-girlatwork @amanitacowboy @mrsmando @pedrospatch @pedropeach @moonlitbirdie @ovaryacted @joeloverture @jolapeno @joelsdagger @sanarsi @cavillscurls @joelstummy @slimybeth69

[shchristine]

LA BELLE VIE

Pairing: Chef!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: A server at La Belle Vie, the nicest restaurant at the Secret Springs Resort, can't keep her eyes off of world-renowned chef Joel Miller. He's taken notice of her too.

CW: 18+ MDNI!, smut with very little plot, reader is a female but no other identifying traits, no use of y/n

AN: Written for @secretelephanttattoo's Secret Springs Creative Challenge! Also my first posted fic ever! Enjoy :)

“Yes, Chef!”

You hear the muffled sentiment from the kitchen staff through the closed door to the back of the house for the first time that day. You would hear it countless more before your dinner shift was over. But it was always a soft, muted phrase to your ears, since you weren’t allowed in the kitchen. That was one of Chef Joel Miller’s many rules; 

No service staff in the kitchen. 

“This is how they do it overseas,” you heard him tell the owner once.

“But….this is Secret Springs,” Tommy Miller, the front of house manager and Joel’s brother, responded.

You knew it was going to be a busy day. Opening week at the Secret Springs resort and most of the shops and excursions wouldn’t be open for business for another week or so, so how were the early tourists going to spend their time? Eating. 

And you were right. The constant chatter of patrons, clinking of silverware on glassware, opening and closing of the creaking kitchen door, and the dull repetition of “door!” and “yes, chef!” would have your ears ringing for the rest of the night. But in the midst of the dinner rush, you couldn’t help but sneak a few glances through the kitchen door during the constant in and out of Tommy and the food runners. Chef said you couldn’t go back there, but he didn’t say anything about looking back there. Look you did, as hard as you could to catch a glimpse of him. His dark, tousled hair that got progressively messier while the night went on as he stressfully raked his fingers through the strands at any minor inconvenience. How badly you wished to run your own hands through them. The white chef’s coat stretched taut over his broad chest and shoulders, rolled sleeves revealing his strong but precise hands and muscular forearms. The scruff that covered the bottom half of his face, a small grey patch on the side above his jaw. You thought about him constantly; when you were working you hoped to attract just a sliver of his attention, and at home you laid in bed dreaming of scenarios where maybe you would see him out at the dive bar only the locals visited after a long shift, doing a shot and offering you one after watching you walk in or run into him on the beach, shirtless and enjoying some time in the sun with Tommy and his wife Maria on a rare day off. Your volleyball would accidentally roll in his direction, bumping into his legs as he laid on an outstretched towel. Sorry, chef…

As diners and filled tables dwindled and servers were cut and sent home for the night, you couldn’t help but wonder what would really happen if you snuck back into the kitchen. You and Tommy were the only front of the house staff left as the minutes crept closer to midnight, and he was in the office counting the drawers for the night in preparation for the morning bank deposit. He needed you there to verify his count, which meant you just needed to sign the log book once he told you he was done. This was a notoriously long process for Tommy, and most servers would do anything in their power to not be the one chosen to stay the extra half-hour after closing waiting for him to finish. But you didn’t mind. Not when you could stand next to the kitchen door wiping down wet dishes in the hope that Chef might walk out and throw a casual smile your way before the ever-present scowl on his face returned as he stormed into the office to yell at Tommy about something. You liked to think you were the only one he smiled at in the whole restaurant, saving the sweet gesture for the times he saw you and furrowing his brows, turning down his lips for everyone else.

But tonight, you were restless. You want to see his work; what he has touched and what he has made. You wait until you see the last bus boy make his way from the kitchen to the front entrance, waving at you nonchalantly before exiting the restaurant to grab the still swinging door to the back of the house. Giving the kitchen a precursory scan before fully committing, you make sure no one was around and step in. The kitchen was neat, kept extremely clean and tidy at Chef’s insistence. The countertops seem to sparkle as you walk quietly between the impressive appliances, making sure your shoes don’t squeak on the freshly mopped and polished floor. Shelves of fresh produce, bottles of oils and sauces, and expensive cooking utensils line the walls. Towards the back of the room is a large, steel door. You make your way over and reach for the handle, twisting it and pulling the door open. It makes a small but high-pitched creak causing you to wince and pause momentarily before walking in, electing to leave the door open in case it makes the same noise when being closed. The cold air of the refrigerated room rushes you, causing a shiver to run down your spine and goosebumps to cover your skin. The walk-in, duh, you think to yourself as you peruse the shelves. Labeled containers are stacked neatly together, a piece of tape stuck to the front of each with scribbled green onions 7/3 or puttanesca tomato sauce 7/1 facing outward. Was this his handwriting? You reach out to lightly graze the tape with your fingertip when the door to the freezer slams shut behind you, causing you to jump and pull your hand down in a hurry before turning. A gasp escapes your lips when you realize that Chef was there, standing in between you and the now-closed door. His eyes are dark and jaw clenched tight as he observes you.

“What are you doing?” he asks, arms hanging loosely at his side. His chef coat was unbuttoned at the top, a sliver of skin and chest hair peeking over it. 

“I…uh,” you sputter, unable to get any words out while still processing his presence, “I…”

“You,” he interrupts, “are not supposed to be back here.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I just wanted to look.”

“Get out,” he spits. You put your head down, looking at the floor as you try to walk past him to reach the door. But he doesn’t move out of your way. He stands in place with his eyes stuck to you as you turn sideways, facing him to try and slip between him and the shelves. Your chest underneath the soft cotton apron brushes against him and he reaches out suddenly, grabbing you by the arm above your elbow and turning to face you fully.

“You’ve been watching me,” he states plainly.

“Yes,” you answer, even though you knew it wasn’t a question. He leans forward, his hot breath tickling your ear as he speaks.

“I’ve been watching you, too. Have you noticed?”

He doesn’t give you a chance to answer before leaning back, eyes scanning your face for any sign of apprehension. You look up at him through your lashes, eyebrows raised and mouth neutral. He smirks.

“Get on your knees.”

You do as you’re told, fighting the urge to whisper yes, chef. You don’t think he would appreciate the joke in the moment. You reach up slowly, taking the button of his pants gingerly between your fingers in case he changes his mind or swats you away. But he doesn’t. Instead, he reaches down as well to un-do the bottom buttons of his chef coat and pull the now-loose flaps behind his back. You unzip his pants and reach inside to pull him out of his boxers. The feeling of his smooth skin sends a ripple of anticipation up your neck, but the sight of his large cock causes your eyebrows to shoot up. The shaft is both long and thick, ending in a plump head. You waste no time wrapping your hand around it to give his member a few slow, gentle pumps. 

“Don’t tease me,” he grunts from above you, “put your mouth on it.”

You do, using one hand to guide the hardening member into your mouth and the other to steady yourself against his thigh. You feel his fingers gently thread through your hair as your tongue touches the underside of his cock for the first time. He sighs, his hips surging forward involuntarily. You swirl your tongue up his hardness and around the head, tasting the precum collected there before wrapping your lips tightly around him. Sucking him further into your warm mouth, you inch forward until your nose hits the skin and pubic hair above his cock.

“Fuck yes,” Joel stutters out when he feels his tip hit the back of your throat. His hands slide down to cradle the back of your head with both of them before pressing his hips forward just for a moment. You gag around him, a thick line of saliva trailing from your tongue to his cock when he pulls all of the way out. “God that’s hot.”

Your lips chase after his member, sucking your cheeks in once it’s back inside of your mouth and beginning to bob your head back and forth on him. His fingers tangle in your hair and he throws his head back with a groan, causing you to let out a whimper of your own.

“You like that? Bet my fat cock down your throat is gettin’ you all wet, isn’t it?”

Mhmm you moan around him as you continue your movements, the vibrations causing him to let out another deep grunt. He pulls himself out of your mouth abruptly, grabbing you by the shoulders and yanking you up to your feet. “Gonna make me come too quick.”

He looks into your face for a moment, finding lips plumped and red and eyes big with anticipation. His lips crash into yours, the kiss wet and sloppy as he slips his tongue into your mouth. Your arms reach up to grasp at his large biceps, squeezing there as his hands slide around your back to untie the apron you’re still wearing.

“Anyone could walk in,” you say breathlessly as his lips make their way from your jaw down your neck. You knew it was only the two of you and Tommy left in the restaurant for the night.

“But they won’t,” he murmured into your skin, “Most of the people here listen when I make rules.” His hands make quick work of both your pants and underwear, pushing them down hastily and grabbing at your ankle to motion for you to step out of them before grabbing your ass in both hands and lifting you up to rest on the edge of the shelf behind you. The cold metal against your skin causes you to gasp and jerk your hips forward. He uses the closeness to reach down and swipe a finger through your exposed folds, collecting the wetness that has pooled between them. 

“Knew it,” he says before pulling his hand away and spreading the wetness down himself. You watch as he lines himself up to your entrance, gripping your thighs and spreading them as far apart as they’ll go before he sinks into you. Your breath hitches at the stretch, closing your eyes and moaning loudly when he bottoms out. He sets a merciless pace from the beginning, quickly rutting into with long strokes as his hands keep their rough grip on the back of your thighs. The freezer echos with the sounds of skin slapping on skin, his deep grunts and your breathy moans.

“This what you wanted? What you thought about every time I saw you trying to look in the kitchen door?”

“Yes, chef,” you whimper, lost in the feeling of his firm thrusts and the cold air surrounding the two of you. Your eyes snap open, widening to see his expression at the slip-up. Instead of stopping like you thought he might, he smirks at you, picking up his pace.

“Say it again,” he urges, his hands squeezing into the skin of your thighs so roughly he was sure to leave red marks indented there for days.

“Yes chef, yes chef, yes chef,” you whine as you bounce up and down at his incessant pounding into you. He groans and reaches one hand out, grabbing on to the shelf behind your head for leverage. His other hand remains on your thigh to keep you in place. 

It doesn’t take much longer for your climax to creep up on you, waves of pleasure spreading slow and warm through your lower back and thighs. The roughness of his thrusts are both exciting and overwhelming you. You can’t help but moan louder as your body tightens. Joel isn’t much better off, his movement becoming erratic and rushed. Your legs tremble as your orgasm washes over you, arms reaching out to clutch at his shoulders and head thrown back with eyes clamped shut. Your cunt pulses tightly around him, causing his grip on the shelf behind your head to slip. He recovers, groaning and grabbing harshly at your still-clothed breast as he comes undone inside of you. His thrusts slow before stopping completely, the warmth of his release spreading through your lower half. But the sensation is short-lived as Joel pulls out of you, causing a gush of his release to follow and fall to floor. He watches with tired eyes, wiping the thin sheen of sweat that has covered his face and neck as his breathing returns to normal. Panic spreads through you at the prospect that Tommy may be done counting the drawers and looking for you and you bend forward to pull your underwear and pants up. You watch out of the corner of your eye as Joel does the same, adjusting his pants and shoving himself inside before pulling up the zipper. On unsteady feet you softly push past him, making your way to the door of the walk-in and try to smooth your clothing and apron out as much as possible before exiting.

“Hey!” Joel calls out your name, causing you to stop and turn sharply. Maybe he was going to ask you what you were doing this weekend or for your phone number, even though you knew he could get it from the directory Tommy kept. 

“If you want to keep your job, don’t let me catch you back here again.”

[sonic-4-episode-ii]

(bit of uhhh systemphobia/ableism in this one. interalized. shadow isnt actually ableist hes just bad a grieving)

tbh at first i dont think shadow would know what a system is

like sure, he grew up in a medical environment... but that doctoring was focused pmuch exclusively on physical disabilities, not mental illnesses.

even if he did find a DSM-I or something, he wouldnt have heard anything abt DID. though there are reports of it going back literal hundreds of years, they only got the proper term for it in like 2013, and it was pmuch nowhere in the dsm until recently.

even then, so so so many people act like it doesnt exist. like it isnt legit. even now, and especially back then.

i think that would cause shadow a lotta frustration. he tries to race sonic, just to be hit w 'sonic' aaying smt like "im sorry, love, hes not at front today. i can relay the message, though!"

tbh i think shadow would get pissed. that IS sonic. its his face, his body, his voice - ignoring the completely different tone used, one shadows never heard him use, one that barely sounds like him at all - so why is who is clearly sonic acting like they aren't?

they badger tails about it later, who gives them a straight answer they refuse. they interrogate knuckles, who tells them the massive history of DID in his tribe, which shadow completely ignores. annoyed (confused) tired (desperate) they go to amy, who tells them that - well, when sonic was a kid, he wasnt safe, so his brain split and made new parts of him that could help make him safe. now that he is safe, though, his brain still makes new parts, for any reason it wants - or thinks it needs to.

despite how clear these answers were, shadow wouldnt accept a single one of them.

sonic the hedgehog is one person. one concept. one thing.

a guy who loves adventure.

he is not the villain of his own story. he is not so sickeningly sweet it surprises even his little sibling. he is not so cruel and antisocial that he leaves people behind for months, refusing to talk for any reason other than personal amusement.

he is annoying. he is bothersome. he is pushy, and loud, and deeply immature.

he is frozen in time.

when shadow met him, he was all of these things. he still is. he always will be. he doesn't change. he doesn't grow.

amy grew two feet taller and has a part-time job, tails grew three feet and looks like an entirely new person. knuckles adopts a new fashion style every month.

sonic doesn't change. he has new clothes, but they're the same style he's had them in since they first met. he has a new cane, but that's just an accessory, it's nothing unique, it doesn't mean anything.

he's a superhero wannabee, a one-trick pony, the same phrase repeated over and over and over again.

maria used to tell shadow she saw monsters. not just the regular ones under the bed or in the closet, but standing in the hallway and staring at her, whispering gibberish nonsense words until she ran away, trying not to cry.

sonic told him that it has schizophrenia, apparently. some kinda mental disorder 'categorized by hallucinations, delusions, disorganized thinkin' and behavior, and flat or inappropriate affect'.

he laughed. maybe a little maniacally.

'how's that for flat?'

shadow said it absolutely was inappropriate. sonic challenged him to a race. shadow told him only if you're prepared to lose, and the two fought for hours.

they did this constantly. at least once a week. 'enjoying' each other's presence, battling their way to the top.

this routine has been changed. shattered. because one day, sonic just wasn't home.

he could grow. he could change.

he could leave

but, half a week later, he comes back, running up from behind shadow as he takes a cruise on the dark rider, scaring the shit out of him by nearly running backwards into a building

it says it heard about that race he wanted. shadow tells him the offer's off. not taking no for an answer, it says it invites him to a race.

he accepts.

[tommymariaweek25]

Here is a list of all the fics for the first ever Tommy/Maria week. I can not say enough how happy I was to do this and to see all the fantastic fics written for this event. If you have fics or art you still want to contribute, please do so, no need to worry that it's no longer during the challenge, just link this page @tommymariaweek25 or add tommy and maria week 2025 to the tags and I will reblog it.

Here also is the link to the AO3 collection.

Day 1: Firsts/Small gestures

loving you is some kind of wonderful by @ameerawrites - Tommy does something sweet for Maria's birthday

The Night’s Arms by @bumblepony - Maria and Tommy share a quiet moment by a lake.

just keep on pulling me home by @dancingonmoonbeams - A day in the life of Tommy and Maria in Jackson

Like Real People Do by @tloubraininfection - Maria Scott and Tommy Miller collide on one cold, winter afternoon and it changes everything.

Day 2: Freak Weather

Little Shadows in the Open Sky by @hypnotisedfireflies - Part of the Tin Star AU - A teenage Tommy and Maria cross the wilds under dangerous, and bewildering, circumstances.

Poured Out Your Heart by @bumblepony - A surprise rainstorm hits Tommy and Maria on patrol. Emergency shelter is sought, a harrowing rescue ensues, and to top it all off, there's only one bed.

Day 3: AU

Love To Get Me High by @bumblepony - Tommy's a mechanical bull-riding stripper, and Maria is a little smitten. Will love bloom between these two crazy kids?

one step to the right (heading to the dive bar we always thought was nice) by @ameerawrites - After passing the bar exam, Maria and her girlfriends take a road trip down to Austin, Texas and end up in a honkytonk bar that just so happens to be a favorite of Tommy Miller.

in a place like this by @dancingonmoonbeams - Tommy Miller walks into a bar in Omaha, Nebraska and has the course of his night changed by a beautiful woman who asks for his help avoiding her ex-husband.

Day 4: Injury/Sick day

Nascence by @wordspinning - A Tommy/Maria fic, exploring the nascence of their relationship amidst Tommy finding his footing in Jackson and the loss of Maria’s father.

lighten the burden by @ameerawrites - Tommy taking care of Maria

flu season by @dancingonmoonbeams - When Maria catches the flu, she and Tommy both get a chance to see another side of each other.

Reachin' For The Bottom by @bumblepony - Maria and Tommy get in a tight spot with some raiders. People get hurt, and Tommy cracks some bad jokes.

Day 5: Misunderstanding/Conflict

A Golden Cadillac by @hypnotisedfireflies - This story takes place within my 70s bodyguard/boss AUniverse. The focus of that is usually on Tess and Joel, but Maria and Tommy are strong supporting players with their own story and here, finally, they can tell some of it.

Warm As A Glass Of Brandy by @bumblepony - Tommy and Maria's third date is interrupted by some surprise visitors. - Mature

Collateral Wounds by @wordspinning - A Tommy/Maria fic exploring the aftermath of Joel and Tommy’s conversation in the workshop.

intentions are good by @ameerawrites - A little friction in Maria and Tommy's first days of marriage.

Safe as Houses by @paigegonerogue - An exploration of Tommy and Maria's relationship as they deal with the realities of Joel and then Ellie in their lives.

say it to me now by @dancingonmoonbeams - Tommy is avoiding Maria, and she’s going to get to the bottom of why.

Day 6: Guilt/Apology

The Reaping Song by @wordspinning - The Tommy PTSD fic I've always wanted to write, with a heavy dose of found family cuddles and Maria being his port in the storm (I am absolutely inconsolable over these two honestly, do not send help)

still looking up by @ameerawrites - Tommy and Maria talk it out. A follow up to "intentions are good" from day 5.

when the world's so heavy by @dancingonmoonbeams - Maria realizes her son is approaching a milestone and finds herself unable to cope with the pain it brings. As she struggles to pull herself out of it, she finds unexpected common ground with her brother-in-law.

Being Too Far Gone by @bumblepony - Post Seattle Tommy and Maria and how they got to "We're takin' some time apart" and whether they were able to find their way back.

Day 7: Decisions/Teamwork

Love In All The Same Old Places by @bumblepony - Tommy's there when Anna dies, and everything changes from there. (A Tommy raises Ellie AU)

[5tr4ylov35t4y]

Love Island: Stray Hearts Edition- Episode 4

MASTERLIST

warnings- spicy making out!! cheating? idk.

taglist- @hyunjinkisser , @maria-325 , @4ng3l-ch1ld

author note- its a lil short but I couldn't wait to write the next part lol. sorry if there are mistakes :((. TAGLIST IS STILL OPEN

The villa was still buzzing from the previous night’s recoupling, but for Y/N, the real turmoil had just begun. She hadn’t answered Han’s question. Instead, she had gone to bed, leaving the truth swirling inside her.

Because she knew the answer.

She would have picked him.

The next day, the islanders were greeted with a new challenge.

📜 NEW TEXT! 📜 🔥 “Islanders, it’s time for a challenge! Today’s game will test your loyalty, spark jealousy, and keep tensions high. #TrustOrTemptation #LetTheGamesBegin” 🔥

During the game, Han was coupled with Elena. Each time he laughed, each time he touched his partner’s hand, it felt like a silent push, a reminder of what could be. Y/N watched as his partner playfully nudged him, her fingers lingering on his arm a little too long. When he grinned at something she said, Y/N felt a sharp pang in her chest. The way he leaned in when he spoke to her, the way his hand found the small of her back—it was all too much. Y/N clenched her fists, forcing herself to focus on anything else, but her eyes betrayed her, flickering back to him every chance they got.

By evening, the tension was suffocating. As the firepit flickered under the night sky, Y/N finally found herself alone with Han. The unspoken words between them felt heavy, pressing down as they sat in the glow of the flames.

"I needed to talk to you," Han murmured, his voice quieter than usual.

Y/N exhaled sharply. "I know."

Han’s eyes searched hers, his jaw tightening. "You never answered me last night.."

Y/N hesitated. The answer burned inside her, but saying it out loud felt dangerous.

Instead of speaking, she reached out. Han inhaled sharply as her fingers brushed against his, their connection sending a current through both of them.

And then, like a pull they couldn’t resist, they closed the distance.

The kiss was slow at first, testing, but quickly turned desperate—like all the emotions they’d held back had finally reached their breaking point. Han’s hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer, his fingertips pressing into her skin as if afraid to let go. Y/N’s fingers tangled in his hair, tugging slightly, drawing a soft groan from his lips. The heat between them intensified as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss, their mouths moving in sync, urgent and hungry. His hand slid up her back, sending shivers down her spine as she pressed herself against him.

Han pulled away just enough to murmur against her lips, "Tell me this isn’t just a mistake."

Y/N’s breath hitched, her lips swollen, her chest rising and falling in rapid rhythm. "It’s not."

That was all he needed to hear. He kissed her again, his hands exploring the curve of her waist, the dip of her back. Time felt irrelevant, lost in the way they fit together so seamlessly. The kiss deepened, an electric current crackling between them as Han’s hands roamed her body, exploring every inch like he was trying to memorize her. His fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns along her back before gripping her hips, pulling her flush against him. Y/N gasped into his mouth, and Han took the opportunity to slide his tongue against hers, the kiss growing hotter, more desperate.

Her hands moved with equal urgency, slipping beneath the hem of his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips. His muscles tensed under her touch, a quiet groan escaping him as she raked her nails lightly down his back. The sound sent a thrill through her, and she pressed herself closer, tilting her head to deepen the kiss.

Han’s lips moved with intoxicating precision, alternating between deep, passionate kisses and teasing bites along her bottom lip, leaving her breathless. He trailed his lips along her jaw, down to the sensitive spot just beneath her ear, sucking lightly as his hands tangled in her hair. Y/N’s breath hitched, her fingers gripping his shoulders as heat coiled deep within her.

“God, Y/N,” he murmured against her skin, his voice husky with want. His lips found hers again, crashing into another heated kiss, his hands sliding under the fabric of her top, fingertips burning against her skin. Every touch sent waves of desire through her, her body responding to his in ways she couldn’t control.

They were lost in each other, the rest of the villa, the cameras, the looming consequences—none of it mattered. It was just them, tangled together in the dim light, lips molding, bodies pressed close, caught in a fire that neither of them wanted to put out.

It was only when footsteps echoed near the villa that they finally pulled apart, their breaths mingling in the cool night air.

Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest as the distant sound of footsteps broke through the haze of desire that had clouded her mind. Her fingers were still tangled in Han’s hair, her body pressed against his, their breaths shallow and frantic. The heat between them was undeniable, but the world outside their little bubble suddenly came rushing back.

For a moment, she couldn’t move, her body frozen in place, her senses heightened. The soft crunch of footsteps grew louder, closer, and panic surged through her. She needed to get away, to regain control before the storm inside her completely unraveled.

She pulled away from Han abruptly, her fingers slipping from his hair, the sudden loss of connection like a shock to both of them. His hand, which had been resting on her waist, fell away, and in the silence that followed, the weight of the moment crashed down on her. Her lips were swollen, her breath ragged, but the guilt that swirled inside her began to take over.

Han’s eyes widened, his lips parted as though he were about to say something, but the words didn’t come. Y/N couldn’t face him now. Not with the reality of what had just happened sinking in. Not with the weight of the choice she had to make—one that was getting harder and harder to ignore.

"Y/N…" Han’s voice was a low whisper, filled with something she couldn’t quite place—frustration, concern, maybe even regret. But before he could reach out to her, she turned, her heart thundering in her chest.

Her legs carried her quickly back toward the villa, her pace quickening with every step, as though she could outrun the mess she had just created. She could feel the heat of his gaze burning into her back, but she didn’t dare look over her shoulder. Not when her mind was spinning, the confusion mixing with guilt and longing. Her body was still alive with the memory of his touch, but her conscience screamed at her to keep moving forward.

As she neared the villa, she caught sight of Mia and Elena, their laughter floating through the night air like a cruel reminder of what she just did. The sight of them, carefree and innocent, stung like a slap to the face. They had no idea what had just transpired between her and Han. They didn’t know the chaos she was carrying inside her.

Y/N’s chest tightened, and her heart twisted painfully as she looked at them, their laughter ringing in her ears. They were happy. They were at peace, unaware of the storm she had just ignited.

She had been so lost in Han, in the raw, magnetic pull between them, that she had forgotten everything else—the consequences, the people she cared about, the mess she was about to create.

But now, as the sound of their laughter hit her ears, Y/N’s feet slowed, her pulse racing with anxiety. The weight of what she had just done—what she was doing to Jeongin, to Han, to everyone—pressed heavily on her chest. She didn’t know what to do with it all.

Her stomach churned with unease as she rounded the corner of the villa, her breath shaky as she tried to calm herself. Every step felt like it was taking her farther away from something she couldn’t quite define but had wanted so desperately.

She finally reached the door, her hand resting briefly on the doorknob. Her fingers trembled. She hesitated for a moment, but then the cool air from outside hit her, and she pushed the door open, stepping inside.

The villa was quiet now, most of the islanders already settled in their beds or gathered in small groups, talking in low voices. The weight of their eyes, even though they were oblivious to what had happened, seemed to hang in the air like a heavy fog.

Y/N barely noticed Jeongin as he stirred in the bed, pulling the blankets higher around his shoulders. She didn’t even realize how close she had come to him until his arm instinctively reached out, finding her waist and pulling her toward him as he mumbled her name sleepily.

Her heart squeezed painfully as she settled beside him, his warmth wrapping around her.His arm draped over her waist, pulling her closer in his sleep, his breathing steady and peaceful.

Y/N froze for a moment, guilt clawing at her as she let herself sink into the familiarity of his hold. It felt safe. It felt steady. Jeongin had been nothing but kind to her, patient even when he didn’t have to be. And yet…

Her lips still tingled from Han’s kiss. Her body still burned from his touch.

She shut her eyes, willing herself to push the memory away, but it was useless. She could still feel the way his fingers had gripped her waist like she was something precious, the way his breath had hitched when she pulled him closer. It had been reckless, intoxicating, and utterly impossible to ignore.

But Jeongin’s presence was grounding, a stark reminder of the choice she had already made. The boy beside her had never given her a reason to doubt him. He had chosen her without hesitation, and here she was—wrapped in his arms while her heart beat for someone else.

Her stomach twisted, shame creeping in as she lay still, letting Jeongin’s warmth lull her into a fragile state of rest.

But as the night stretched on, sleep did not come easily.

Because no matter how much she tried to convince herself otherwise, one truth refused to be silenced.

She wanted Han.

But she was falling asleep in Jeongin’s arms.