#darlin's motorcycle

[whorefordarlin]

Darlin': Sorry I'm late, I broke down on the way here

David: Is your motorcycle working fine now?

Darlin': Motorcycle? Yeah it's fine, why?

David:

Darlin':

[yetdevout]

darlin, freelancer, and angel with motorcycles

gavin holding onto fl's waist when they take him out for a spin... he'd be insufferable (affectionate)

sam holding onto darlin for Dear Life bc poor boy has only driven that damn truck

angel treats that bike like it's their BABY, and imagine david's surprise when they roll up on it for their first date

[angel-shaw]

Night Ride

Sam/Darlin fic where Darlin’ has a small surprise for Sam <3

Rating : Teen (swearing) Type : fluff (some anxiety but it’s ok <3) idk the word count. Sorry for any typos. I hope you enjoy 😊

Sam’s phone vibrated on the counter as he poured hot water into his cup. He walked over and picked up his phone. A picture of his wolfs fridge lighting up,he smiles softly at the picture that Darlin’ had put as his background to be petty after he said they needed to go to the store. His eyes, immediately drawn to the small rubber duck they always had in their fridge. When they had taken the picture it was sitting on the top rack right in the front. He hadn’t changed it back to the picture he took of Darlin’ curled up asleep on his couch. He made a mental note to do that. He opened his phone and opened the message from Darlin’

Darlin’ : Hayyy :)

Sam : Hay, is everything all right?

Darlin’ : Yup

Darlin’ : it’s not like I’m always doing stupid things Sammy 🙄

Sam : somehow I doubt that

Darlin’ : ok well one rude

Darlin’ : and two

Darlin’ : I was wondering if you where free tonight

Sam : Yup the next clan meeting is next week so I’m free tonight

Darlin’ : great, I have a surprise for you if you want to come over

Darlin’ : you don’t have to

Sam : I would love to Darlin

Darlin’ : I’m glad :)

Sam : I’ll see you soon

Darlin’ : <3

Sam smiled and put his phone in his pocket. He glanced back at his cup debating wether or not to finish making it and drink of quickly or to just dump it out. He decided on the first one and finished making his drink and drank it well grabbing his coat, keys and making sure his phone was still in his pocket. It doesn’t take him long before he is in his truck and driving over to his wolfs shitty apartment . He text them when he pulled into the small lot that was connected to the apartment.

Sam : Here

Darlin’ : just come up :)

Sam smiled again and got out of his truck and locked the doors. Walking inside he ripped his head to the front desk lady who smiled and waved as he walked over to the stairs. The elevator was still out of commission. Sam has started to wonder wether it has ever worked. He reached the 2nd floor quick enough even with his enhanced speed. He reached Darlin’s apartment and nocked. He could hear the wolf jump off their couch and rush to the door, opening it will a huge smile on their face.

“Hay Sammy”

“Hi Darlin’”

They moved back letting him into their apartment closing the door behind them.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you go Darlin’”

They smiled and help out their hand. He took it and they pulled him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around them and they did the same. They stayed like that for a minute, their breathing and heartbeat steady. Darlin pulled back slightly to ask a question,

“Can I kiss you?”

Sam’s breath hitched slightly. He nodded and they leaned down connecting their lips to his as his hand slipped around from their back to cup their face lightly.

For Sam the kids ended to soon. He frowned slightly when they pulled away, they laughed when they saw.

“You know, pouting is usually for dogs?”

“Oh hush”

Sam leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to their cheek.

“You said you had a surprise for me Darlin’?”

He felt their breath hitch and their arms tense up a bit. Before he could say anything they spoke,

“Ya, I mean, it’s not a lot. I really shouldn’t have said surprise but-”

Sam cupped their face with both of his hand,

“It’s all right Darlin’ you don’t have to worry. I’m not gonna get upset at you.”

They smiled and grabbed his hands. Took a deep breath and then said,

“Thank you Sammy.”

They kissed his hands

“You mean a lot to me and I wanted to do something with you. I don’t know if you have done it before or if you will be ok with it, which is fine if you not.”

They paused, gauging his reaction. He smiled at them,waiting for them to continue.

“I want it to be a surprise of some sort, it’s outside in the garage”

Sam must have looked shocked because they paused again,raising an eyebrow.

“There’s a garage?”

They bit back a laugh.

“Yes. Yes there is a garage, how did you now notice it?”

They where trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably. Sam thought back to the parking lot. He didn’t remember any garage.

“Darlin’- I have never seen a garage for this place..”

Sam looked up at Darlin’ who was close to shaking with their poorly held in laugher.

“Guess it will be a surprise then”

They winked at him and he roles his eyes in turn. They let go of his hands and walked over to their coffee table and picked up a set of keys.

“Let’s go then”

They where smiling as Sam offered his hand for them to lead the way,they happily took it.

They locked the apartment behind them and started down the hall. Darlin’ swinging his hand lightly as they walked. When they got down the stares,instead of going to the front door they took him the opposite way. The front desk lady looked up when she heard them and smiled as Darlin took one of the keys and unlocked the door. They took him though it with it re-locking behind them. He sighed when he realized that the garage was at the back of the apartments and was much smaller, meant for bikes or other small things so the didn’t get stolen. He wolf laughed again as they watched him realize it.

They led him over to a motorcycle that was scuffed up but looked all right other than that.

“This is yours?”

“Yup,” they said the hand that wasn’t holding Sam’s rubbing the back of their neck.

“I-uh, I fixed it up after I found it in a junkyard after I moved here. It’s safe, I promise. It’s just scuffed up from where.”

Sam looked at Darlin’ who was looking at the bike smiling.

“I didn’t know you could ride motorcycles, let alone fix em’ that’s awesome Darlin’”

They blushed slightly and squeezed Sam’s hand just a little bit tighter.

“I was wondering if you wanted to take a ride with me?” They asked softly, if not for Sam’s heightened hearing he might not have been able to hear it at all.

“I’ve never been on one before.” Sam said and he felt Darlin’s muscles tighten. He continued before they had time to regret asking. “I would love to ride with you Darlin’ , but your gonna have to explain to me how cuz I really don’t know.”

They let out a quick breath and looked at him exited.

“It’s really easy! I promise!” They pulled him closer to the bike.

“So really once your on you just have to hold on and lean with me whenever I turn.” They said letting go of his hand to go behind the bike and grab a helmet.

“Try that on, I’m like 90% sure that it will fit, it has a Bluetooth thing connected to mine so we will be able to hear each other. More so I can hear you but meh”

Sam smiled and slid it on, Darlin’ was right, it fit nicely.

“Is it loose? Shake your head for me”

Sam did.

“Ok that looks ok, can you nod?”

Sam giggled as he did, seeing his wolf observe his movements so closely made something in his core light up.

“Ok looks good! You can take it off so we can connect it now.” They said smiling and satisfied.

Sam did and they took a minute to get the two to connect.

“You should put any loose stuff in the pouch there so nothing flies around or drops.”

Sam did so,putting his phone and keys in it, they did the same.

“Also, here put this on”

They tossed him their leather jacket. He raised his eyebrow but did so.

They had on an older looking leather jacket.

“It’s for wind protection and stuff.”

“Darlin’ I’ll be fine ya know.”

“Shush.”

They wrapped their arms around him and took a deep breath holding him tightly.

Even though they didn’t say it he knew he loved that he was wearing their cloths.

“So if this is yours, who’s is that?” He asked as they pulled apart.

“It’s an old one from one of my neighbors,they where going to toss it but I asked if I could use is. They didn’t care. I don’t know how thick this one is but I know mine is ok so your using it. If you want I can get you your own later?”

Sam smiled, if he didn’t know they where just trying to explain why he was in their clothes rather than something else he would have wanted them to where their own jacket but he knew how much they liked him in their clothes, how much they liked him having their sent on him.

“Ok, ready to go?”

“Ya guess so, how do you get on?”

Darlin got on first and told Sam to just get on neons them.

“On so you can ether hold onto my belt or you can wrap your arms around my waist. The second one is safer cuz, you know. Less chance of falling off.”

Even though he was nervous, smiled at the fact that Darlin’ was so considerate. Well he didn’t mind putting his arms around them,they wanted to make sure he had a choice. To do what made him feel safer.

He wrapped his arms around them. He could hear their heart speed up just a slight amount,he smiled and he knew they did to.

“All right out it on.”

He put on the helmet.

“You can hear me right?”

“Darlin I could hear you without it.”

“Oh hush. Are you ready?”

Sam wrapped his arms back around their waist and rested his head on their back.

“Mhm”

“All right, you can squeeze me, just so you know. I won’t mind”

They started it up and safe squeezed them a little bit tighter. Even though it may have sounded like a random passing comment to someone else,to sam it was a really big comfort. They wanted him to know he was safe and that he could do that. It made is heart sweep with affection. They knocked up the kick stand and started out. The small garage door opening and closing from a little button Darlin had. They reached where they would turn into the rode.

“Ok so when I turn just lean with me. It might feel a little weird but I promise it’s safe.”

Sam nodded and tried to do what Darlin’ said when they turned but he naturally wanted to lean the other way to stop from sliding off. He squeezed his wolf tighter but immediately trued to loosen his grip. 

“Sorry-“

“It’s ok, don’t worry about it Sammy. You will get more used to it, it’s your first time. You can squeeze, your not going to hurt me.”

Sam smiled and held himself tighter to Darlin’ as they went down the road. He couldn’t hear many cars, which was unsurprising considering the late hour they where out at.

They kept driving and Sam’s was just looking at the passing building and occasional cars, he never took his head off of Darlin’s back.

“We are going to turn again ok? It’s to the right.”

Sam hummed to acknowledge them. This time when they turned his was a little less nervous. Still holding on tightly but he leaned with them.

“See it’s all right. Your doing great Sammy. How are you feeling?”

“Good, the wind is nice. It’s nice getting to hold you like this. It’s relaxing, nervous as I am.” Sam said laughing lightly.

Darlin returned his laugh. “You ready to head back or do you want to drive around some more?”

“We can stay out. I like it.”

He felt them slowing down and finally took his head off of their back to look around. They where at a stoplight.

As they kept ridding around Sam felt more comfortable and relaxed. Starting to look around even when they weren’t stoped.

He didn’t know how long they had been out by the time Darlin asked his if he wanted to get back again. He said he wouldn’t mind so the ride back. When they got back he thanked them . And then forced them to eat something when he heard their stumic growl. They spent the rest of the night cooking and cuddling on the couch watching Netflix. Darlin had tried to convince him to watch Twilight so they could make fun of it but he shut that down quick. They ended up deciding to watch Supernatural. A little wile later Darlin had started to fall asleep. Waking up and making some comment about the show and dosing off again. Sam took a picture of them sleeping curled up with him and set it to his Lock Screen.



[whatthefuckugou]

do me a favor and tell me a song or three you like, i got an mp3 player in need that needs filling STAT

[hellishjoel]

pretty little thing

4.9k /  dbf!joel/brat tamer!joel x f!reader

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Summary:  After Joel misses two of your secret hookup dates, you send him a picture to show him just what he’s missing… while you're in Joel’s bed and he’s across the street at your dad’s house. 

Warnings/Information/Heads-Up: MA 18+ (minors DNI), no outbreak, smut, age gap (reader is in her early 20’s, Joel in his 40’s), sending/receiving nudes, dbf!joel, brat tamer!joel, a lil choking, oral (f receiving), fingering, pet names, praise, denial/edging followed by overstimulation, temperature play (kind of?), reader’s dad being a cockblock (TWICE)

A/N: based on this lovely request! I love dbf!joel, I’ll never get enough.  Masterlist

You had to take the perfect picture, one to show him what he was missing. You had to take one at just the right angle to show off your tits and the curve of your ass, the dark green lace material leaving little to the imagination.  Finally, you sent off the picture with a rush of adrenaline, biting on your nail as you smirked.  “Gonna have to start without you xx” And you weren’t lying.  Your hand moved down the smooth skin of your stomach, eyes fluttering closed as you let out a heavy breath feeling how wet you were growing. Breaking his rules felt like a flood of excitement.  It didn’t take him more than a minute for your text to go from Delivered, to Seen at 9:02 PM, to the little … messaging dots.  “Are you in my fucking bed?” He wrote back.

You have been so careful these past few months. You had followed his rules. 

1. Time Limit: If you were sneaking out of your dad’s house to meet up with Joel, you couldn’t stay the night. 

This usually meant you running barefoot across the road from Joel’s house before the sun peeked over the hill of your cul-de-sac and back through your cracked open window with time to spare. Joel wasn’t really a “sleep over, I’ll make you coffee and breakfast in the morning” type of guy. You snuck over, did your dirty deeds, and always left him wanting more by the time you slipped out of his dark gray sheets. Not so much more that he was begging you to stay, but just enough for him to invite you back over.

2. Exposure: Don’t awkwardly avoid each other in public. 

Joel, being your dad’s closest buddy, meant he was often over at your house for a number of reasons. Your dad had a boat down on the lake, so the two liked to fish. Your dad also owned a few nice motorcycles and always lent one to Joel so they could ride together during the summer. Sometimes, Joel would just come over because he was bored. With Sarah away at school, his entertainment was down to whatever beer he had in his fridge and the worn-in spot on his La-Z-Boy recliner catching a Rangers game. It was crucial not to avoid each other, or else it would just look out of the ordinary. Like something was going on between the two of you.

3. Paparazzi: No photos. 

It’s as basic as it sounds. No taking photos of each other during your hidden moments away from the rest of the world. That meant no snapping pictures of Joel while you were out at dinner a few towns away, no videos of him railing you (no matter how many times you begged him), and definitely no nudes. 

He had a bunch of other rules he had initiated over time, ones he made after you had broken an unknown boundary. 

“It’s better for us this way, darlin’.  Don’t want no one findin’ out ‘bout us.” 

It had been well over a week since Joel invited you over last. And you were actually going insane. You both kept a standing reservation for the other on Friday nights. Fridays were at the request of Joel. After a long week of work, all he wanted to do was to come home, have a shower, and fall into bed with you. 

You’d tell your dad you were going out with friends, and if your dad tried to hang out with Joel, he would say he was FaceTiming with Sarah that evening. 

However, that plan harshly backfired when your dad insisted he wanted to hang out with his friends on Friday nights, too. 

“Come on, Joel, call Sarah tomorrow. We’re going out to the bar for a drink!”

You loved your dad, but he was a fucking cockblock. 

“We’ll meet tomorrow night, baby girl. Can’t say no to your daddy when he just wants some company.” 

His text message to you Friday night left little comfort to the aching between your legs, a whine leaving you in annoyance when you hid away in your bedroom, having to help yourself for the night. 

Apparently, Joel missed the memo that he was supposed to join your dad for one of the Rangers’ night games that following Saturday. 

“Come on, Joely, it’s the Rangers against the fuckin’ Padres!”

Your dad did have a certain distaste for the Padres, a distaste he thought he would share with Joel over beer with chips and dip in the den. 

Now, you were angry. So sexually frustrated that you could punch a hole through the damn drywall. You had to watch Joel come over to your house, wearing the dark green flannel that was labeled yours on Friday nights, with his freshly trimmed beard scruff that he probably trimmed just for you the night before. 

His eyes read slightly apologetic when he glanced in your direction upon entering the house, but your revenge plans were already drawn out. 

“Daddy, I’m going out.” You said as you leaned down to kiss his cheek and grab your keys from the dish. 

“Two nights in a row, kiddo?” He asked, his eyes not straying from the TV, munching on a chip as he watched the wind up of a pitch. 

A simple “mhm” left your lips as you started to exit the den. Joel’s curious gaze slyly followed your exit, glancing over you slowly. “Well, that’s 23 for ya. That will be your Sarah soon. Going out every night, makin’ trouble.” Your dad laughed as he told Joel, but you could see there was no smile on his face as he let out a forced little grumble.

With little curiosity from your occupied father, you went out the front door and hastily moved across the street to Joel’s house. It tasted like rain in the air, the dark clouds looming overhead confirming it. 

You used the hidden key, your key, from under a plant at the back door and let yourself in, shimmying into the darkness that veiled the inside of his home.  

You didn’t need to turn on a light, the home had become a blueprint in your head from all of your late-night rendezvous. Besides, a light on might signal the attention of your dad or Joel from across the street. 

Your breath was tight in your chest, you were so excited. It wasn’t often that you had the upper hand with Joel, but if your plan worked like you hoped it would, he would be the one begging for you. 

You shimmied out of your top and pants, revealing a dark green lingerie set. His favorite color. You pulled back his comforter and got into the familiar dark gray sheets, your eyes fluttering closed for a moment at his smell that soaked the material. You missed him, you missed his attention. Focus. 

You took a deep breath and pulled his sheets back, your phone in hand as you lifted it above your silhouette with the flash on. You smirked as you looked at your beautiful body through the camera’s lens, admiring each curve and dimple. He loved every inch of you, he told you so himself. 

You had to take the perfect picture, to show him what he was missing. You had to take one at just the right angle to show off your tits and the curve of your ass, the dark green lace material leaving little to the imagination. 

Finally, you sent off the picture with a rush of adrenaline, biting on your nail as you smirked. 

“Gonna have to start without you xx”

And you weren’t lying. 

Your hand moved down the smooth skin of your stomach, eyes fluttering closed as you let out a heavy breath feeling how wet you were growing. Breaking Joel’s rules felt like a flood of excitement. 

It didn’t take him more than a minute for your text to go from Delivered to Seen at 9:02 PM  to the little … messaging dots. 

“Are you in my fucking bed?” He wrote back. 

He sounded angry, the dark gray sheets caressing you suddenly felt territorial. You were in his house without permission, breaking cardinal rule number 3. What if he didn’t want to see you again? Those rules were there for a reason, it’s what kept this little relationship going for so long. What if breaking the rules meant breaking off things? How many strikes did you get? You never truly asked. Did he even give you any strikes!?

Your heart thumped as your phone buzzed again, staggering to grab it and flip it over to see another text from him. 

“New rule. Don’t touch yourself without me there. I’m leaving now.” 

Your lips parted at the sight, a sly and excited smirk gracing your lips as you let out a fawning sigh. You were happy to know it was okay to break a rule as long as he was into it. Typical man thing, but duly noted. 

You decided to watch him leave your house from the corner of his bedroom window. He left in a hurry, his flannel clutched in his hand as he angrily paced himself across the street. Droplets from the sky left darkened dots on his short sleeve t-shirt, his pace kicking up for more than one reason to get inside his house. 

Hearing him set foot in the house made your legs flutter tighter together. You concealed yourself with his comforter, just your head popping out as you eagerly awaited for his body to peer through the doorway. You almost didn’t know what to do. Being in his house unannounced felt like you should hide. 

He didn’t immediately come upstairs, he was taking his time. What was he doing? 

Finally, you heard his thunderous boots hit the stairs, trudging their way to his bedroom. You purse your lips eagerly, one of your hands under the sheets slipping into your lacey green panties again. 

Joel pushed open his bedroom door, your face dropping at the sight. You had never seen him so angry looking. His eyes narrowed on you in that stone-cold way that made your lips part. Oh, look, his half-age situationship was holed up in his bed, begging to be fucked. 

You needed to muster up some words and fast. 

“Joel, I-”

“What.. the HELL do you think you’re doin’ in here?” He barked so loud that your eyes went wide, and you held the comforter over your body as a shield now. Any nerve you had running over here like this was fucking gone. 

Was his text only a ploy so he could make sure you were here so he could yell at you? 

Your lips parted when you realized what was taking him so long downstairs. He was lowering the fucking thermostat. A shiver shuddered up your spine, grasping the comforter closer to be tucked under your chin. 

You whimpered again, but this time more loudly, your desperate eyes meeting his stoic face. His fist was still clutching his flannel, his knuckles white, and the material surely crumpled up. 

“I asked what the hell you were doin’ over here, fuckin’ answer me.” Joel’s words were growled and low, a sorry spot in your stomach forming where your body’s heat drained. You had never seen this side of him before. With one foul move of his arm, he ripped back the comforter to reveal your half-naked body.

The cold rushed over you once more, leaving you whimpering as you pulled your hand out from where you were previously feeling up your slick. You needed to coax him out of his mood.

“I just wanted to see you, baby. Needed you yesterday… still need you tonight.” Despite the chill, you laid back in his sheets and accentuated your body, your hands smoothing over yourself. One hand cupped your breasts, fingernail gently tugging on your bralette strap while your other hand guided over the curve of your hip and played with the thin lace of your thong. 

He couldn’t help but let his gaze slip, taking a deep breath in through his nose while his eyes fell lower to the curve of your breasts amplified by the bralette. You were his pretty little thing, always have been, always will be. How could he resist you laying in his bed like this, all prepped and primed for him? Wearing his favorite color…

It didn’t take him long to decide, he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him.

Joel’s hand reached out first, his rough fingertips delicately brushing up the skin on your thigh, instantly causing goosebumps in their path.

“What did you say to my dad that he let you leave the watch party early?” You asked curiously, your eyes fluttering up to his amber ones. Another soft lightning strike hit in the distance and highlighted his taut jawline. 

He hesitated before answering, a sly smile slowly growing on his pretty lips. He grunted and rolled his eyes before answering. 

“Told ‘em I couldn't watch the shit show the Rangers were puttin’ on. Wanted to come home.” 

You giggled a bit as your hand reached up to tug at his belt a bit. 

“Emphasis on come home.” You teased, your heart fluttering thinking of how he showed up for you. 

Over time, Joel had developed this stupid hold over you, and when you didn’t get his attention, you could turn into a bit of a brat. Listen, once you have Joel Miller’s cock inside you, it changes your life. Going without it feels like a sick detox. 

“You wore this little thing for me, huh?” His southern drawl was enough to make your stomach churn in excitement, letting out a shaky breath as your head nodded against his pillows.

His pointer finger hooked into the material of your thong, your long eyelashes batting up to him. 

He was going too slow for your pace. You were about to speak up about it, but he interrupted your thoughts. 

“You were touching yourself.”

Your lips parted, and your lusted-over eyes began to focus again on his face. Suddenly, it got frigid again. 

“What?”

“When I pulled the covers back, your hands were in your panties. You were touching yourself.” The statement made your lungs tight. 

“I told you not to touch yourself without me here, you didn’t fuckin’ listen.” His words were spat with punishment, a loud whine leaving you as he pulled his hand from you. 

“Joel, please, I wasn’t-” “You really lyin’ to me right now?” His voice boomed, guilt soaking over you. 

“The new rule was established long after I touched myself, Joel.” Your tone was all sass, eyes glaring up at him for not giving you what you wanted. 

He let out a quiet little scoff and looked over you with a half-smirk. 

“Is that so?” His eyes were daggers. 

“Yep. When you ditched me last night, and I was left all alone, I..” Your voice trailed off, lips parting as you suddenly felt shy about getting off in private. At least, telling him off about it. 

“And you what?” His voice gritted, his head cocking up as he looked you up and down. 

You took a big inhale through your nose, sitting up as your body scrambled to get on your knees on the mattress. 

“And I fingered myself until I came. Since you weren’t there to take care of me, I did it myself.” You snapped, your arms crossing in front of you, shuddering a bit with the cold. Your nipples were taut peaks under the green bralette now. 

He slowly nodded, assessing what to do with you behind his eyes, weighing his options. 

“Is that so?” 

Your lips parted as you glanced down, his bulge resting heavily against his thigh. Ugh! Why wasn’t he putting it to use? You were right there!

You supposed he decided enough was enough, and Joel was ready to play. 

Your skin was doubling in goosebumps, whimpering as his warm hands nearly felt like they were searing you as he pulled you in by your waist, leaning down to connect your lips in a dirty haste. 

A happy moan was released from the depth of your throat, arms instantly locking around his neck and tugging his hair at the nape of his neck to keep him close. You could feel him shuffling with the kiss, smirking against him as you felt him kick his boots off blindly. 

“Joel, baby, it’s too cold.” You whispered to him as your lips moved to sponge kisses up his bearded jawline, a new patch of silver and white hairs adorning his lower cheek that you paid special attention to. 

He pulled away for a moment and got a better look at your face. “You really want me to go downstairs right now and change-” 

“No.” You quickly said, with a slight smile as you pulled him back in. 

He settled on the bed, clothes on and all. You were about to fall between his legs, but he was already positioning you where he wanted. 

He was sitting up now with his back against the headboard, an empty space between his legs where he encouraged you to sit. You moved in with a small smile, your back to his front with his jean-clad thighs around your hips. His hands began to explore you, his lips attaching to your neck as your head fell back onto his shoulder, eyes blissfully falling closed. His calloused hands felt over what he pleased, cupping your chest as he bit into your neck before moving down to your wet panties. 

You had been aching for hours, days even for this man’s touch. 

A stray moan left your lips, head still lulling around on his shoulder. You felt his arms constrict around you, arms pinned at your sides, and when you tried to move them, his only grew tighter. 

“Joel,” you whimpered, his digits slipping into the front of the material as he slowly moved his fingers up and down your slick. 

You yearned to hold him, kiss him, do anything to keep yourself distracted from his neurotically slow pace. 

“Joel-” you said in a short-tempered warning tone. 

Suddenly, his free hand was on your throat, your eyes clenching closed as he held you in one spot, fingers slowly circling your now throbbing clit. 

“You got started without me, figure’ you’d want all this attention.” His low voice growled into your ear, a futile whimper leaving your lips. 

“If you’re gonna act like a brat, not gonna give’ya what ya want.” An exhausted sigh left your lips, head slacking back against his shoulder again as his hold on your throat loosened.

It was painful the way he tortured you. His ankles had locked yours to be spread wide, your trembling legs giving away your impending orgasm. 

You were damn near lapping like an overworked dog in the sun every time he got you close and stopped all movements, tears threatening to spill at the frustration. 

He had been circling your engorged clit for who knows how long now. Your head had fallen limp on his shoulder and bicep, your back was either strictly straight with electricity or slumped against him with Joel practically holding up your weight. 

“J-Joel, I can’t keep taking this, please,” you whimpered. You looked like a wreck. Your mascara made your eyes teary, smudged black on your waterline, and your mouth was dry from all your broken moans and gasps. 

Your desperation didn’t change his mind. He was a stone wall right now. This was maybe the third time he denied your orgasm. You lost count. Your body no longer had the strength to hold itself up. And no matter how hot your body got each time you came close to an orgasm, the cold chill rushed back in just as he pulled away. 

“Gonna have to keep takin’ it, naughty girl. Broke more rules than I can count on both hands tonight alone.” You let out a disgruntled sigh, feeling his boner nudging against your back. 

A soft smirk graced your lips as you took what strength you could muster, your heels digging into the mattress as you grinded back against him. Your lips parted at the feeling of him poking into your ass, purposely moaning his name against the shell of his ear. 

The action only worsened your punishment, his fingers moving at a lightning-fast pace suddenly.

“F-Fuck! Joel!” A clap of thunder concealed your cries, harsh rain pitter-pattering against Joel’s window. You wiggled in his hold, breathing heavily as you begged him to let you cum.

“Please! Please! Please, Joel! Please!” One of your hands gripped his large thigh for stability, your nervous system a wreck as you tried to muscle through another one of his denials. Your heart raced, just at your peak and ready to pop, nails clenching into his jeans as he went to an all-halting stop once more. 

This time, he let your body go and moved out from behind you, your body in shambles as you fell into his pillows. You felt numb, yet so short-circuited. Your brain could barely hold a thought besides what he made you say after every denial. 

“I will not disobey the rules.” Joel’s voice scolded, whimpers leaving your lips as they parted, but you couldn’t work out the words for a moment. 

“I will not..” He started to lead you, your trembling thighs begging for more attention.

“..disobey the rules.” You mustered up, eyes fluttering open to meet him. 

This may seem like torture to anyone who didn’t know the full context, but Joel was quick to console you into bliss after each denial. 

“So good for me baby girl, come here.” He mumbled quietly as he cupped your cheek and turned you to look up at him,  stars in your eyes as he kissed your forehead, nose, and pouted lips. 

You hummed happily, your lazy hand slinking up to hold his hand that was on your cheek. 

“I learned my lesson.” You whispered, throat swollen from crying and begging all night. 

“Yeah, did you?” He asked almost mockingly. 

You nodded tiredly against the pillows, thighs still twitching at the thought of cumming. 

“You wanna cum tonight, baby? Think you deserve it after acting like a brat all night?” Joel muttered, his hands gently throwing his dark green flannel over your top half to keep you safe from the cold. 

You nodded eagerly and took the peace offering, snuggling his warm flannel around your body. It smelled like him and a little like the rain outside. 

Your eyes glanced at the comforter across the room. Better not to ask. 

“How do you wanna come tonight, darlin’?” Joel muttered, his warm hand cupping your outer thigh and gently shaking it to watch your ass jiggle. It made you feel your warm, sticky arousal still soaking your pussy. 

“Mm, want your warm tongue, Joel. Keep me warm.” You moaned softly, turning your head to see a slight smirk gracing his lips. 

“Alright angel, perk up now.” Joel directed as you moved onto your knees and bent over in front of him, your head laying to the side as your ass was up and spread for him. 

The cool air breezed over your panties, biting down on your lip as you felt him pull the material down and stretch around your thighs. His greedy hands gripped your ass, your cheeks flushing as he admired you from behind. 

“Like what ya see, old man?” You hummed teasingly, rutting your hips back until his firm hands stopped you in place. 

“Watch it.” His tone was warning you, squeezing at the flesh. 

You eagerly waited, your jaw dropping as you felt his warm lips kiss down your wet slick. 

“Oh-, Oh, Joel..” You moaned quietly, your hands at either side of your head gently gripping the sheets. 

His mustache and trimmed beard hairs tickled your upper thighs, your eyes fluttering closed as his warm tongue flattened against your core. 

Such a greedy fucking man, licking up all the slick he caused since he came home. You were just a feast for him now, getting all your juices worked up and on display for him. The thought made your stomach churn. You were already so close to coming, he didn’t even plunge a finger into you yet. 

It’s alright, you thought, because as long as he kept giving your clit attention and you could cum, it was a win in your book. 

A shaky whimper spilled into his bed sheets as his fingers gripped more into your juicy ass, spreading you open as he worked slow figure-eights around your clit. It was like a gentle massage to your throbbing core. He was practically milking you. 

What made you even wetter was hearing him moan against your pussy, the vibrations throwing your body forward. You would have fallen away from him if his hands weren’t gripping your hips so tight. 

Oh god, it was a lot now. You were so tender, so aching, now he was showering you with affection and it was too much. 

“I- Woah, Joel, wait-” You gasped as your back arched, and you threw your head back, hair going everywhere as Joel began to feast your orgasm from you. 

His tongue didn’t stop, lapping and licking with generous speed. 

“Too-too much, I- fuckkk,” you whined as you began to pant, eyes widening as you felt his mouth pull off you.

“You said I could cum.” You breathily pointed out at his absence, about to turn your head around and complain until you felt two of his meaty fingers slowly push into your fluttering pink walls. 

“Love watching your cunt get filled up, baby.” His words were purring, rolling off his sick tongue and pooling right into the base of your stomach. It left you whimpering. 

You could feel him fill you up to his knuckles, your eyes reeling back into your head as your head laid defeatedly in his mattress. 

His lips resumed their place around your clit, suckling just enough that you could feel his teeth grazing your sensitive nub. 

It was so much, too much, sooo good. 

Your breathing grew labored, your stomach clenching every time his tongue massaged your pussy in just the right way. He had you right where he wanted you. You were worried he would stop again, just like he did the time before, and the time before that, and the time before that. 

“Please-” You whimpered tiredly into the sheets, mumbling into the material.  “Please don’t leave me.” 

You could feel his cheeks quirk up in a smile on your skin. “Not goin’ anywhere kitten, you know I love how you taste.” His words made you gasp, grinding your hips back into his face. Joel was going to let you cum. 

The squelching noises of your pussy being fucked by his fingers filled the room, his tongue relentless on you now. You were a whimpering, moaning mess. You could feel your slick trickling down your thigh, a loud moan bellowing out of you as you felt Joel lick up the trail before returning to your cunt. 

Finally, you were giving way. Your hips were shaking in his hold, his name coming out in pants as his facial hair tickled you into an unexpected orgasm. You were surprised he finally let you cum even though he had promised you would, your body grilling into the mattress at the pressure points of your body. 

“Yes- yesyesyes- Oh! Fuck-” You breathed out, your face crinkling as your long-awaited orgasm thrilled your body. At last, you came. You felt like you could breathe again, think again. Why wasn’t he-

Your tired head looked back at him, watching as he didn’t back off long after your orgasm had come and gone.

“Joel- Joelll-” Your voice went out in half-ass warning since it was a moan. He wasn’t letting up. 

“No- Fuck Joel, no, please, I can’t!” Your voice was high-pitched and raw, letting out a long, drawn-out cry of his name as he overstimulated your throbbing clit. 

“Yes you can, baby, know you can.” His voice was drenched in sex, dirty old fuck. 

You heard a tear, one of your hands having ripped the sheets and making them shred in your hand. You didn’t care, neither did Joel. 

His fingers massaged at your walls, curling and searching for that spot that was just right. But you didn’t need it anymore, you could have been done. But Joel never did anything you expected. 

The noises of your wet cunt filled the room, along with moans of your name from Joel. He finger fucked you so good you thought you might squirt on his tongue. You were restless, your body moving all around as much as he would allow as you tried to find comfort. It was pointless. 

His tongue continued to lap and lick at your swollen clit, feeling it desperately tingle from all the attention. You craved Joel’s touch for over a week, but it was suddenly too much once you finally had it. 

Your body was hot despite the cold he conspired against you, your shaky hand reaching back, clutching the hair at the top of his head and fisting it as you kept him against your core. It was so good it hurt, it hurt so much it was good. And since he was already back there, he might as well make you cum again. 

The tension was unbearable,  your clit begging for a break. But Joel just kept going and going, and suddenly, you were cumming again. Your brain went blank, the orgasm making you numb as you slumped in his hold. It was sweet, overwhelming, but still sweet. He always made you feel good like this, heavenly. Like you were the only woman on Earth he ever spoiled like this. 

He cleaned you good, even teasing your clit with random licks that made your body jolt. 

You panted tiredly, sweat in every crevice of your body. Your tired eyes only focused on the sheets you shredded, twirling the piece around your finger. 

“Joel..” You whispered breathily, your soft eyes looking slowly back at him. Your walls were still fluttering around the intrusion of his fingers, watching as he slowly reeled them back. Now you felt empty. He spread the two digits apart, watching in a sweet fascination the way your slick clung to his fingers. He was sick in the head the way he put them in his mouth and licked them clean. 

He looked effortless as he laid down beside you, pulling two whole orgasms and three almost orgasms from you.

“I hate you.” You murmured as your head nuzzled against his shoulder, feeling his arm swing up to let you into his side as his strong arms reeled your limp body into his. 

“Y’owe me a new pair of sheets.” His voice also sounded tired, but it was laced with teasing. He reached behind you for his flannel and threw it over your upper half again, a comfort after the storm. 

“Needed new sheets anyway. I’ll help you find a better set tomorrow.” You hummed as your tired arm came up to lay on his chest, drawing shapes over his shirt as his hand gently stroked the hair away from your sweaty forehead. 

“Let’s see how well you can walk tomorrow. Then we’ll talk.” He sneered, a shy grin on your lips.

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[bless-my-demons]

Redamancy: Chapter Twenty-Nine

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: does a handsy Jasper need a warning?

Notes: oh my god it’s been so long, I’ve been eating myself up over not posting. I’ve been working myself to death, but I’ve finally got a long weekend off and so I used it to get back to what makes me happy - this story! Omg I hope you guys love it🥹 I also have to go through and update my taglist later tonight, so bear with me on that until I add it!

Word Count: 1500

Series Masterlist

• April 3rd, 2006 • Forks HS •

Reader

Tingly.

That’s the state of my body this morning, the state of my mind.

Not only am I riding an emotional high from our conversation this weekend, but my dream last night… Good lord, that dream.

I can feel the echoes of his fingers on my skin, the coolness of his lips, the wet trail they would’ve left behind… the solid weight of what surely his body would feel like, pressed against mine. I can imagine all of what it would be like vividly, to be under him, to get carried away, to just explore-

“You alright, darlin’?”

His voice jolts me from the day dreaming stare I had on the locker before me, caught red handed. To make matters worse, that deep southern tenor questioned me inches from my ear, causing a blush to heat my cheeks to an almost uncomfortable degree.

“Perfectly fine, why?” I immediately busy myself within my locker so that I don’t have to face him right away.

“You do remember that I can feel you, right?” His voice is low and his hands find my hips tenderly, but the air changes around us.

My heart rate skyrockets, this is dangerous. His fingers flex against me and the death grip I have on this book in my hands turns my knuckles white.

“Jasper-” his name is a whispered warning, but also a plea.

“I know.” Instantly a cooling, soothing balm blankets our tension and I release the tightness in my chest. Leaning backwards into him I just feel tired all of a sudden, like I had run a marathon. “Let’s get out of here.”

His request sounds more like a demand and I twist in his arms, “Is that a good idea?”

“Darlin’, I don’t have many of those these days.” His mouth quirks up in a lopsided grin as he shoves all of my school supplies back in my locker, shutting it and tugging me along behind him towards the student parking lot.

Jasper

Something is on her mind, something dangerous. Something I absolutely want to know, something I’m not sure I have the strength for, but I can’t help it - it’s her.

I’ve never been more thankful for an overcast day with no rain: perfect motorcycle weather. Come to think of it, my sister had a knowing look in her eyes as my siblings all piled into their respective vehicles as I straddled my bike this morning. A decision that currently led me to now: Y/n and I leaving school before midday.

Those thoughts I interrupted earlier have her quiet, but her emotions are raging and it is driving me insane. Curiosity, need, nervousness - a dangerous concoction begging to overtake my rational mind. Separating myself from her feelings is almost impossible at this point, she is so well ingrained in me.

Finally arriving at my thankfully empty home, I shut my motorcycle off and offer a steady hand to help her dismount. Swinging my own leg over, I turn towards her and lean against it, observing her for a moment with crossed arms.

“What?” She makes eye contact as she struggles with the chin strap of my helmet.

Grabbing the helmet by the chin piece, I gently tug her forward between my legs, “Tell me.” I lace the command with neediness to encourage her to be pliant.

And judging by the way her lips part behind the dark visor, the immediate dilation of her eyes, and the weight of her hands settling on my thighs gently, I might’ve laid it on a little too thick.

Chuckling, I free her from my helmet and riding jacket. By the time I finish, she seems to snap from the daze and her hands clench on top of my legs.

“Not fair, Hale.” Feisty this morning.

I lean forward towards her ear with a grin as I stand from my bike to put away the gear, “All’s fair in love and war, sweetheart.”

Reaching to swat my chest, I grab her hand gently before she could injure herself.

Pausing as I hang my jacket up, her teasing response sends excitement through me, “Two can play at that game, baby.”

Stepping into my room, I realize too late what has her curiosity: my desk. Well, the art that occupies every inch, my art.

“What is all this?” Leafing through pencil sketches of my favorite hunting spots and pen etchings of my family at random moments, she gets to the important ones hidden below. Her breathing hitches and I know she’s found them, the ones of her.

Some are in pencil, some are in random felt-tip pens, but my favorites? Those are charcoal. A decently basic medium, but I feel like it captures so much more than anything else ever could. Maybe it’s because I use my fingers to smudge and shape her perfect curves and lines, but it radiates emotion in sweeping gestures and subtle shading - something that’s hard to capture with anything else.

“There’s-” awe, shock, surprise, they all shuffle through her and I’m on edge, waiting to hear her thoughts. “There’s so many…”

I watch her carefully examine each one and I smile when she chuckles at a few - some of her at school, some of her here in my home, moments I not only committed to memory, but to paper.

“Now you know what I do with my free time.” I smile through the minuscule anxiety that bubbles up at her seeing my secret hobby. Everyone in my family knows I draw, but they haven’t seen my drawings.

“Jasper…” I can tell she’s getting emotional, but a part of me is excited for her to see my innermost thoughts on paper, to see herself through my eyes - the unaltered beauty she contains.

“You haven’t even seen the ones I cherish the most.” Opening a familiar sketchbook buried under many other drawings, I reveal my favorites. “The very first ones.”

Her breath hitches, running a reverent finger down the first page. It’s the very first moment I saw her, crouched, scooping up papers on her first day of high school in Forks - absolutely radiant.

“You were a vision that day. A beautiful tornado that wrecked my world, I tried to capture every detail from memory because I never want to forget-”

Her hand finding my cheek breaks me from my explanation and my eyes find her watery ones, mouth open, searching for words clearly hard to get out, “Jasper…”

“I love you.” My confession steals her breath completely this time, the first time I’ve uttered these words aloud and it feels absolutely right. “I’ve loved you since the moment you hit me with that door. I knew I was absolutely ruined for anyone else and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Tilting her chin up with the tip of my finger as it wobbles at my confession, I smile, “Say something, darlin’.”

“I love you, too.” Now it’s my turn to go wholly still. “I knew from the moment I saw you I’d never be the same, I was yours-”

I couldn’t wait another second, I closed the minuscule gap between our mouths to seal these confessions. I love her and she loves me. Me.

Tilting her head back slightly as I cradle her, I take my cue to deepen the kiss, to pull her closer carefully. Groaning into her mouth, fuck I can’t get enough of her. Trailing kisses down her jawline as she tips her head to the side for much needed air, her gasps drive me to lift her onto my desk.

“Jaz…” her breathy plea of my nickname freezes me, panic seizing my actions.

“I am a gentleman, but only just barely.” My voice is gravel in my own ears, breathed down the slender column of her throat.

A shiver from her causes me to clench my jaw and attempt to gather myself.

“Maybe I don’t want a gentleman right now.” Her whisper damns me, it fucking sets me on fire.

A slamming door downstairs straightens my spine and my hands abandon the exploration of her. Fuck, my family’s timing couldn’t be better, but also worse.

“Honey, we’re home!” Emmett’s booming voice echoes up the stairs and immediately I know he knows, he can probably smell it.

Huffing, I help her regain her footing and straighten her clothes from the rumpled mess my hands made of it. I also take half a thought to smooth her arousal, a damn shame-but a necessity if we’re to face my siblings for the rest of the evening.

“Fucking Emmett.” Her frustration draws a chuckle from me as we make our way downstairs.

“I heard that!” My brother’s response causes her to roll her eyes at me playfully and I shake my head, my heart weighing much fuller in my chest as she plucks its invisible strings with her shit-eating grin.

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[gutsby]

Nighthawk

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: After your lusty, short-lived relationship with a certain archer goes south, you decide to bring Spencer to the neighborhood Halloween bash to take your mind off things. Daryl isn't so easily convinced of your intentions and decides there's no better place than his motorcycle to show you just how much he misses you.

Warnings: NSFW. Unprotected p-in-v, semi-public fucking on Daryl’s bike and hints of exhibitionism, generally rough, jealous sex. Age gap. Assplay. Angst.

One swig of the witches’ cocktail brew, a couple candy corn jell-o shots, and several spiked seltzers in, and you were starting to have serious doubts about your decision to come out tonight.

You clutched your stomach in one hand and Spencer’s arm in the other. The man guiding you inside tried his best to stifle a chuckle.

“You good?” he asked, nudging you with his elbow.

“Great,” you lied through your teeth.

The two of you were weaving through a swarm of partygoers in the entryway now. A sea of masked faces and shredded costumes came dimly into view, and with the sight of the first goblin ensemble drenched in fake blood, you wanted to vomit. You’d think a community of people plagued with nightmarish walkers year-round would lay off the theatrics when it came to Halloween attire as gruesome and grisly as that, but no. Spencer laughed and clapped the ghoul on the shoulder.

“Abraham, my man!” he greeted, “You’re a vision in red.”

Abraham lifted his mask just slightly to heave a sigh.

“It’s hotter’n H-E-double hockey sticks in this sick contraption. I’m sweatin’ like a hog,” he scowled.

When his eyes had adjusted to the light and he caught a glimpse of you, practically green in hue, his face softened considerably.

“You alright, darlin’? You look ready to blow chunks.”

He wasn’t far off the mark. Your stomach was busy doing somersaults up and down your body, and your brain was on the fritz with a new wave of nausea.

“Need a little water is all,” you managed meekly.

Your red-haired companion nodded and started off down the hallway without another word, beckoning you and Spencer to follow. You passed through the rest of the house with relative ease, amazed at how much Alexandria appeared to have grown and how many of those people were here, in Deanna’s house, for some seemingly inconsequential Halloween celebration. You barely recognized half the faces.

Spencer grinned as he sensed those same people were all turning their heads to follow your path. It was his first time parading Officer Friendly’s daughter around a public gathering—the first time you’d agreed to make it known you two were a tentative “thing” since the messy conclusion of your last relationship—and he was pleasantly surprised to see the effect you had on others.

Never mind the fact you were wearing a white lacy bodice, miniskirt, garter belt and stockings. Paired with the makeshift halo and wings, breasts practically bursting at the seams of your costume, it seemed you garnered more attention than you knew what to do with. You were hot, and you were his, Spencer thought with a superficial sense of pride. He squeezed your hand a little tighter and secretly hoped you’d cross paths with everyone he knew in town, so he’d get his chance to prove it.

The three of you descended the few short steps into the garage, where it seemed most of the music, booze, and bodies had congregated. A smoke machine supplied a thick white mist about the room, and alongside the near-blinding white and purple strobe lights, you had only to cling to Spencer’s side and hope he was still following Abraham.

Suddenly, a red solo cup was thrust in your direction, and you smiled at the sight of water spilling over its edges.

“You’re an angel,” you beamed, standing on tip-toes to place a quick kiss on Abraham’s cheek.

Abraham opened his mouth to speak but was presently cut off by a louder, shouting voice:

“Quit your loose-lipped lolly-gaggin’ with the lady and get your ass over here!”

Eugene was drunk. So very, very drunk. You could tell by the sound of his voice alone.

“Kiss my freckled ass,” Abraham yelled back, baring a toothy smile at his friend as he started to make his way over. Tugging you and Spencer to follow suit.

You shot a worried look over your shoulder.

“Spence, I don’t think I—”

“Sure you can, sweetheart,” Spencer interrupted, already eyeing the white table at the center of the room, “Just drink your water, and you’ll be good to go in no time.”

You doubted you would but downed the liquid nonetheless. With each step ahead, it seemed you were only growing sicker, so you got to guzzling the water fast and just hoped you would be able to keep it together.

Unsurprisingly, the folding table was already crowded with plastic cups. Eugene and Aaron making sloppy pours across the tops with cans of Busch Light cradled in their arms and cracking up at every spill they made. You quickly scanned the group for any unknown, or unwanted, faces and felt relieved not to see Rick, your father, or Daryl, his best friend—and your ex-boyfriend.

That last part your dad still didn’t know about. You wanted to keep it that way.

Today marked six months since you and Daryl had started your ill-conceived affair and two weeks since you decided to call it quits—you know, after one too many occasions where Rick had almost caught you two boning on the sofa and Daryl swore left and right he was going to tell your dad everything, while you begged him not to. You sensed any such admission would be guaranteed to destroy your dad and Daryl’s friendship, so you made him promise not to tell.

Begrudgingly, Daryl had agreed, but he’d hated every minute of it. You knew it was only a matter of time before the whole thing blew up in your face, and eventually, it did.

Fourteen days after you’d broken the man’s heart, here you were, waltzing into a party on Spencer Monroe’s arm. Six long months after you’d kept Daryl your dirty secret, you were flaunting this fabrication of a relationship for all to see.

You knew he’d hate you for it. You needed him to. There was just no other way you could shake his affections—and consequently protect his friendship with your father, along with any last shred of unity in your group—unless Daryl despised you. You knew no surer bet than Deanna’s shitbrained son to accomplish that goal.

At present, Spencer pressed a beer-sodden pair of lips to yours, and you almost recoiled.

“You in, baby?” Nodding toward the drinking game still being set up before you.

You shook your head no.

“She’s in!” Spencer announced anyway. Then, quietly, he leaned in closer to you and said, “Quit bein’ a pussy.”

Defying all logic, he kissed you again. Harder. You reluctantly accepted his tongue in your mouth and feigned a smile when the rest of your group cheered their drunken, congratulatory encouragement around you.

When you pulled apart, you felt you wanted to puke again, this time for reasons unrelated to the alcohol. Then, as if on cue, your eyes fell on a previously undetected member of your party.

Daryl stood across the table now, gaze locked on yours with a look that could’ve killed you twenty times over.

To your horror, Spencer extended his arm across the way to shake his hand. Clearly trying too hard to ingratiate himself with a man who looked like he wanted him dead.

“Daryl Dixon!” he cried, smiling too wide for anyone even half as happy.

Your archer shook his hand and hardly seemed to see him. Disinterest painted plain across his features.

Spencer turned to you next, and you wanted to melt into the floor as he gestured toward Daryl, stupidly:

“Have you two met—”

“Your girl’s too young to play.”

Daryl didn’t even deign to grace you with a look. Spencer forced a laugh.

“You kidding? She’s practically a pro at rage cage,” he returned, pinching you playfully.

Somehow, you sensed Daryl wanted Spencer to shut up even more than you did. The stoic, tight-lipped frown with a set of deadened eyes sealed it for you.

At length, he chanced a look in your direction, and his expression didn’t change.

“Doubt it,” Daryl scoffed, “Better let her sit this one out before her daddy comes and gets her.”

He sure had been singing a different tune when he’d had his cock crammed down your throat a couple weeks ago. Didn’t seem too worried about Rick’s intrusion back then, you thought to yourself.

Before Spencer could respond, the whole table shook beneath you. Eugene was beating his fists against the surface, sending solo cups shaking every which way.

“Hear ye, hear ye—”

“Someone please cut him off,” Rosita grumbled behind you.

“This is the last—I repeat last—chance any one of you gets to join this game of rage cage right here,” Eugene declared, the end of his sentence punctuated by a hiccup.

One of Deanna’s goodie bags went sliding across the table to you. You looked at Daryl, confused.

“This one’s already itchin’ to pull trig,” he said to Eugene, “She better sit this out.”

Daryl then nodded toward the plastic baggie as if to suggest you go ahead and puke, but you flung the thing back at him fast.

“I am not,” you countered defiantly.

“Prove it,” Spencer interjected, useless as a screen door on a submarine.

You turned and saw him smiling ear to ear, oblivious to just how badly you wanted to rock his shit.

“Leave her be, chucklefuck.” Abraham boomed overhead.

“Well now, nobody has to prove—” Eugene paused to hiccup again, “—anything.”

In spite of your friends’ words of support, you felt a twist in your stomach and a familiar heat rise to your cheeks. You were blushing, you knew it, but you simply couldn’t lose out in the face of such a challenge. No matter how drunk and disoriented you were, you wouldn’t let Daryl, much less Daryl and Spencer, make a fool of you now.

You glanced at the handle of Everclear in Maggie’s hands just as she started to mix herself a drink.

“I can take a pull to prove it,” you said, motioning to the bottle.

Everyone who’d heard your suggestion and spared a look to the bottom shelf bottle of liquor made a face. Though piss-poor spirits were certainly no anomaly for your group, it was hardly anyone’s inclination to start chugging stuff close to 190 proof—least of all for folks who didn’t have a death wish or a liver made of steel.

“Fuck no,” Maggie and Daryl said in unison.

“Hell yes,” Spencer supplied just as fast.

So the matter was settled.

Maggie eyed you with an incredulous look when you reached for the bottle but knew better than to stop you after you’d made up your mind. Before you knew it, you were holding the thing by the neck and struggling, at length, to ignore Rosita and Abraham’s pleas over your shoulder.

“Don’t be stupid.”

“You’d be better off swallowing a bag of dicks dipped in Drano, darlin’.”

Even Daryl was watching you with wide, desperate eyes, silently pleading with you not to take the pull.

You would’ve gladly relented then, dropped the handle back on the table and stepped away without another word, but there was something in your brain telling you you needed to see this through. Whether it was self-sabotage or simple, drunken stupidity, you couldn’t be sure, but you probably wouldn’t care much longer.

You tipped your head back and flooded your mouth full of the grain alcohol.

Shortly after, a spasm in your stomach told you, without a shadow of a doubt, you wouldn’t be swallowing any of it.

You dropped the bottle and bolted out the door. Before you’d made it one step outside, you were already spraying a cloud of Everclear in the air, along with every food content and bodily fluid residing in your stomach. You dropped to your hands and knees in the grass and hurled like you never had before.

You closed your eyes and dug your fingers deep into the dirt below, desperately wishing you weren't wearing white. Convulsed in your tight corset and hoped this process wouldn’t be too painful to endure.

When you felt someone’s hands start to gather your hair in a ponytail behind you, you surmised you might not be so lucky. You spit on the ground and tried to shake them off.

“Get fucked, Spence,” you hissed.

The hands didn’t flinch from your hair and instead pulled it tighter between them.

“I said, get—” you struggled at the last, trying in vain to buck off whoever was above you. You cursed under your breath when it seemed clear they weren’t planning on budging.

“If this is how ye treat yer boyfriend, I’m glad ye dumped me,” a voice said with some amusement.

You groaned into the grass below you, eyes squeezing shut in disbelief,

“You don’t know the half of it.”

Daryl loosened one hand from your hair to start rubbing circles in your back. When you retched again, he moved his palm even more softly.

“I think I know ye well enough to say ya shouldn’t be chugging Everclear to prove a point,” Daryl said.

You didn’t have anything to say to that. He was right.

After one more pitiful heave, you started to struggle to get upright and eventually onto your feet. Daryl looped an arm around your waist and helped you up.

Your mind was reeling and your stomach was steeling itself against another potential onslaught of convulsions. When Daryl turned you around and steadied you in front of him, though, all concern for your current predicament ebbed gently from your mind. His blue eyes seemed to study every inch of you.

“Do you hate me now?” you asked abruptly.

You felt stupid for asking as soon as you said it. But then, to your surprise, Daryl smiled. He placed a hand on either side of your head and tilted it up to his.

“Do I look like I hate ye?” he asked.

Perhaps owing to your state of intoxication or the way Daryl made you feel when there was little more between you than a few inches and ample opportunity, you actually looked him up and down. Trying to detect any trace of hatred or the least bit of annoyance there but coming up with nothing. He started stroking your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs.

The memories and the feelings all came flooding back faster than you would’ve liked, but there they were, and there he was, standing tall and tame and perfectly blameless in this situation you wished you hadn’t shot to shit two weeks ago. You suspected if he’d been looking at you any differently that night, it was simply an act of self-preservation on his part; no number of dirty looks or disparaging jabs could mask the fact that he couldn’t hate you if he tried. One warm look from those wide, placid eyes turned your stomach inside out and made you ashamed you ever left him in the first place.

You weren’t sure who started it, but your lips were back together in seconds, placing hot, frantic kisses all over the other.

“Did you miss me?” you mumbled against his mouth, in between a barrage of kisses.

Daryl’s hands traveled down your back and squeezed your ass, prompting you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist.

“More than you fuckin' know,” he groaned as he slid his tongue between your lips.

Quick came the mind-numbing rush of intimacy in secret, that lovely, electrifying feeling of doing something you shouldn’t. It took no time at all to get reacquainted with that addictive sensation—you felt yourself lean into it even more this time around. You slipped out of his arms and back onto your feet, ready for more of him.

“We can’t—” Daryl started, out of breath already, “—keep doin’ this, honey.”

“Yes, we can,” you returned quickly. Reaching for his belt while your pupils widened with lust.

You made the few familiar maneuvers to undo his buckle, button, and fly, and when you palmed him over his boxers, he moaned.

“What happens when your daddy finds out, hm?” Daryl managed through gritted teeth.

“If he does,” you corrected him.

“When he does.”

You sighed, frustrated. Daryl sure wasn’t making things easier on you.

“What do you want me to say, D? That I—I can just come clean and tell him his best friend’s been bangin’ me for the past six months? You know he’d skin you alive,” you said, your voice a little less kind than you intended.

It was the truth, though.

Like clockwork, Daryl took you back in his arms and carried you clear across Deanna’s yard, toward a tiny shed in the back. You snuck a look over your shoulder and saw his old, trusted motorcycle propped up against its siding.

When he placed you on the wide leather seat, you knew this fight was far from over. You kissed again, anyway.

“I’ll tell him myself then.” Daryl pulled off of you and ran his hands up your stocking-covered legs.

He rubbed them up and down and up again until his fingers faltered at the edge of your garter belt, secured snugly across the tops of your thighs.

“Or we can tell him. Together,” he rejoined, calmly dropping a hand between your legs.

Your breath caught in your throat. You were already so sensitive, soaked through your panties and ready to take him whole. You whined when he swept his thumb over your clothed heat and clamped your thighs in defiance when he started to rub you up and down.

“I need you now,” you moaned.

Daryl didn’t bother concealing his smirk and just reached back to readjust himself—toying with your attention while you waited for him to take his cock out fully.

“No foreplay, huh?” he mused aloud as he eased his boxers down, “Must’ve been missin’ this cock somethin’ awful.”

You nodded without a second thought.

You were physically salivating at the sight of him. Watching him pump himself firm in one hand and brush your cheek with the knuckles of his other in a gentle touch.

“My baby won’t mind gettin’ stretched out again?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Promise not to cry?”

“Uh-huh.”

He was teasing you now. He’d seen your wide, listless eyes drink in the sight of him and couldn’t resist.

When he told you to bend over the seat of his bike, you obeyed in an instant. You planted your palms on the cushion, stuck your ass in the air, and practically wiggled it for him there.

“Like a bitch in heat,” Daryl growled just loud enough for you to hear.

He took your ass in both hands and spread yourself just wide enough so he could see the leaking, dripping mess along the slit of your panties. You sighed when he pried your underwear off a second later.

Daryl’s idea of “skipping” foreplay still wouldn’t be complete if he didn’t tease you to the point of orgasm at least once or twice.

True to form, he leaned in and placed a kiss over your unclothed core, and your knees almost buckled. He pushed his tongue up your slit, circled your clit, and dragged it all the way down past your pussy to the point he was nearly veering into uncharted territory for you both.

You gripped the bike below you and moaned out loud.

“Daryl, baby,” you pleaded with no motive in particular. You didn’t know what he was doing, you just wanted him to keep doing it.

“Want me here?” Daryl asked, his thumb sliding to that same delicate spot.

You pushed your hips back into him in a wordless but enthusiastic answer in the affirmative. Daryl grew even harder.

He knew you weren’t ready for that just yet, knew he wanted to make that first-time experience in your other hole a little more sentimental than taking you over his bike with little to no lubrication—but the thought of the future endeavor excited him nonetheless. He peppered a couple more gentle kisses between your legs before standing up.

You whimpered at the loss of contact and almost turned around to say as much when he reappeared behind you, this time pressing the head of his cock between your folds.

“How bou’ here, honey? Can I fuck ya here?” he asked, all sweet words and civility when it came time to fuck you stupid.

“Y-yes, Daryl, yes,” you supplied your consent in a second.

“Then be good for me while ye take it, okay, doll?”

Before you could answer, Daryl’s cock was already starting to split you open. Soft, slow, and tender, with a stretch that made it feel like your first all over again, you both moaned at the feeling and rolled your bodies into one another.

Two weeks apart and you were all but fiending for an orgasm like he hadn’t been inside you for a year or more. Judging by the sounds Daryl made when he bottomed out, he was right there with you.

He dragged himself out to the tip and plunged back in, gripping your hips like they were the last thing holding him to earth. Then dropped his head back and groaned when you pushed yourself back to start meeting his thrusts.

“Ye feel too fuckin’ good,” he grunted, relishing the sounds of his balls slapping your ass with each bounce.

Your nose was buried somewhere between the seat and your own trembling fingers, scarcely breathing more than you could manage between each moan of his name. He loved you like this, all bent out of shape with your brain devoid of any other thought but his cock. He ran a finger over the pale, feathered wings of your costume—the ones that mirrored those emblazoned on the back of his vest—and couldn’t help but smile.

Just when you clenched and sensed you were dangerously close, Daryl hoisted you back onto your feet. Pulling out for a moment to switch positions and take you in his lap, now straddling him over his bike.

You sighed at the new sensation and smiled now that you could see him face-to-face. Daryl grinned right back and took your lips in his for a couple quick kisses.

“M’perfect girl,” he hummed, sponging kiss after kiss across your skin in sloppy, haphazard fashion.

You tipped your chin back and reveled in his gentle affections, moving your hips over him a little faster now.

“Gonna cum f’me? Show me just how good I’m making ye feel?” Daryl prodded, eyes alight with lust.

You pressed your forehead to his and nodded. Breaths coming out more ragged and strained than ever, you felt Daryl lift his hips and start fucking into you a little sharper, grip your sides a little less gently and just start giving it to you hard and fast and senseless so you’d be spilling over him in no time at all.

You were a mystery to him in many ways, but this realm was not one of them. Daryl knew just the right angle to take your soft, sensitive spot—strike it over and over and over again so you were clenching tight around him, begging him not to stop—and in a matter of seconds, you both got what you desperately wanted.

With one final squeeze around his member, you reached your peak and screamed his name, fucking him back with every vicious thrust he gave you. Then, try as he might to hold it in, Daryl grew just as oversexed and sensitive, shooting his load in you moments later.

The two of you rutted and moaned and clutched each other tight as you trembled through your highs. With Daryl’s warmth spreading deep inside you, you would’ve liked to stay this way forever—maybe rest in each other’s arms long enough to rally for rounds two, three, and four, if not more. But at present, you were content just to hold him.

A dull thump of music echoed from Deanna’s house. Daryl eyed you up and down, seemed set on asking if you’d like to go again, but took you by surprise with another question entirely.

He pulled you tight in his lap so his lips were close to yours. Sank his fingers into the flesh of your sides and said, ever casually:

“Ready to tell Rick?”

[intoxicated-chan]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑 ║ ❝𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐩 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐮𝐭❞

(A/n) ➳ Okay, I know I said I was gonna make this longer but I didn’t want to draw it out. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! Take care of yourselves!!

Word Count ➳ 1.7k

Content Warnings ➳ Sexual content, alcohol use (Not drunk), oral (F), swearing protective sex, p-in-v, motorcycle sex, spanking, overstimulation, little blood…

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THE RUMBLING OF THE MOTORCYCLE HAD COME TO A HALT.

You removed your arms that were wrapped around Daryl’s waist, and let out a strained moan as you stretched them.

You looked around as you dismounted, you were starstruck by the sight in front of you. “Wow.” You awed, your eyes widened.

Daryl had brought you to what seemed to be an abandoned parking lot but it had a breathtaking view that overlooked Atlanta.

The city lights shining in the distance, it looked like a photo in perfect resolution, and you found it difficult to believe what you were seeing was real.

Daryl joined you, standing by your side as he looked at the cityscape. “Pretty impressive, ain’t it?” He asked you.

You stepped closer to the edge. “It’s fuckin’ incredible.” You mumbled. “But how did you find a place like this? Doesn’t seem like your kind of place.”

Daryl shrugged, his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. “Was riding’ with ma brother, figured it was a good for somethin’.”

Your head snapped in his direction. “You have a brother?”

“Yeah, Merle. He’s… He’s got his own way of doin’ things.”

“What else don’t I know ‘bout you, Judas?” You joked with him, poking at his arm.

“Plenty of things, darlin.” He chuckled, grabbing your hand and turning to you. He placed his hands on your hips, bringing you closer. “And yer gonna stick ‘round to find out.” He whispered in your ear. “Ain’t gonna have you runnin’ off.”

He began planting kisses down your neck, one of his hands tugging at your v-line blouse.

You hummed. “Goin’ straight to business, now are we?”

The vibrations of Daryl’s laugh made you laugh as well. “Got a present for ya.” He replied, moving away from your gasp.

He walked to his motorcycle, running through his tail bag. He took out a bottle of red wine, holding it up with a grin.

“Wine?” You questioned him.

“The present.” He approached you. You reached out to take it from him but he retracted. “For us both.” He corrected.

Your body burned pleasantly, feeling Daryl trailing kisses from your stomach, shoulder, up your neck and then on your lips.

The taste on his lips wasn’t the cheap liquor from the bar days ago, the wine Daryl brought was surprisingly expensive.

It seemed to be a waste when some of it spilled from the corners of his mouth whenever he kissed you.

His hands quickly stripped you of your skirt and underwear, he hooked your legs over his shoulder.

He brought his fingers to your throbbing core, he slowly pushed one finger inside.

Daryl latched his lips onto your clit. He pushed his finger in before slowly, nearly completely, out.

Your hands side into the strands of his hair, pulling at them. You yanked his hair, desperate for more but he seemed to be moving slower with each pull.

He took enjoyment in seeing you struggle for more.

With the added sensations of Daryl’s groans, he added another, quickening his pace.

His fingers found your g-spot, you gasped as he found it. Your eyes snapped open, pulling at his hair harder. “Come ‘ere.” You whined. “Please Daryl.”

Daryl withdrew from your cunt. “Ya taste better than the damn wine.” He said before attaching his mouth back on your clit, this time harder and faster.

“Fuck!” You screamed as you came, your thighs tightening around his hand as the coil snapped as your body shook.

Daryl stopped all movements, pulling back from your cunt and bringing his soaked fingers to his lips, licking them off one by one.

He unbuckled his pants, pulling himself out as well as a condom. “Need to have ya.”

His cock throbbing and red, his dark pubic hair traveling up his naval. It was wild but trimmed.

“Please.” You grabbed his jacket and got up, kissing him. “Please.”

His hands struggled to put the condom on but once it was on, he was inside you with one single thrust.

Daryl didn’t give you time to get adjusted around his size, not like he did any of the times before.

It was like the air was sucked out of you, choking on your air, fuck, it was so fucking good.

His lips barely grazed yours. “Ya fuckin’ amazing.” He hissed in between his clenched teeth, feeling your cunt clench around his cock. “Fuckin’ perfect. Like heaven.”

He wasted no time, quickly thrusting in and out, hitting your g-spot each time. Your hands remained on his chest, holding onto his jacket for dear life.

The surface of the parking lot dug into your skin, adding a little pain with the pleasure, sending ripples throughout your body.

You moaned and wailed, the asphalt probably cutting into your skin.

Daryl grunted as he roughly pounded into you, he kept a tight hold on your chin, forcing you to keep your eyes on him.

You didn’t hold back, why should you? Even if there were people around, they would know how amazing Daryl was.

“Daryl!” You screamed again.

He looked at you with lust filled blue eyes. “Gonna cum for me?” He panted, sweat running down his forehead.

And you did, the burning sentionsation shot throughout your body once again.

But Daryl didn’t stop, he showed no signs of stopping. “Third time’s the charm?” He chuckled.

Rick looked over at Shane which seemed to be the hundredth time, his food remained untouched on his lap.

Shane kept a furrowed brow as he drank from the straw of the fast food joint they went to for food.

Rick looked over at the time, it was now two in the morning.

Shane slurped up the last few drops of his soda through his straw which the straw annoyingly sucking the air.

He rolled down his window and snatched the drink, throwing it out the window.

“God dammit Rick-”

“What’s on your mind?” Rick asked him, the concern clear on his face and his voice.

Shane sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair as he leaned back in his seat. “...Did you know (Y/n) was seein’ some guy?”

Rick’s eyebrow shot up. “Really? I thought (Y/n) said she hasn’t been seein’ anyone.”

“She did!” The frustration was clear, Shane was jealous and angry about it. “A fuckin’ knife to the gut, can you believe that?”

Rick placed a hand on his shoulder. “Listen man, whatever is goin’ on between her and this guy, jus’ a phase. Like the rest of ‘em. You want to stay in her life? Start respectin’ her choices. Let her figure it out on her own.”

“And if somethin’ bad happens?” Shane clicked his tongue and his eyes remained on the dark street. “He could be hurtin’ her now!”

Rick shook him with the hand on his shoulder, snapping him out of his jealous rage. “Like before. We help her, he’ll eventually get bored. That’s when you swoop in and be her knight and shining armor. Jus��� stop being an asshole ‘bout it. Think you could do that?”

Shane hesitantly nodded.

“Good.” Rick sighed. “…Shouldn’t be hard to find his information.” Rick smirked. “Think you could get a name from her?”

Shane nodded again, quicker this time.

“That’s all I need.”

You bit on your lower lip, he had you laid on top of his motorcycle, on your back. It wasn’t comfortable but you could deal with it.

One of your legs were over his shoulder, the other were wrapped around his waist and had a fistful of your hair, tugging at it.

He licked his lips as he looked down at you, enjoying you under him.

He landed slaps against your thigh. “Ya gonna be the death of me.” He groaned, throwing his head back.

“M-More!” You stuttered. “I want more!” Your speech became slurred.

The noises you began to make were strangled and guttered, it was very embarrassing but your dignity was lost long ago.

“Becomin’ greedy?”

“Please! ‘M so close!”

“Yer gonna feel this for fuckin’ days.” He huffed. “Feel me for fuckin’ days and all ya could think ‘bout is my cock.”

He yanked you by your hair, pulling your back off the motorcycle and slammed his lips onto yours, then bit down on your lower lip.

The taste of blood filled both of your mouths. “Burn ma name in your skin.” He murmured. “Gonna remember me forever.”

It was nearly six in the morning when Daryl pulled up to your apartment. He helped you off the bike, one hand on your hip as you wobbled slightly.

“Was hopin’ ya couldn’t walk.” You smacked his shoulder as he laughed.

You leaned against him for support though. “Thanks for the ride.” You said.

“Anytime, darlin’.” He replied.

He helped you walk to your apartment door, you pulled your keys from your pocket and opened your door. “I guess this is goodbye.” A playful smile on your lips.

Daryl leaned in closer, his hot breath against your ear. “Not ‘fore I get my goodbye kiss.”

With a giggle, you listened. You pressed your lips against his for a brief but sweet kiss.

“Until next time, (Y/n).” He pulled away. “Keep ya phone on ya.”

“I’ll be waitin’ for you, Judas.”

Daryl headed back to his motorcycle. You watched him ride off, the smile still lingering on your lips.

You turned back into your apartment, closing and locking the door with a huff, you were going to sleep for the rest of the day.

“Mom! Look! A motorcycle!” Carl happily ran as close to the road as he could to watch the man in the leather jacket ride off. “Can I get one?!” He shouted, tugging on Lori’s hand. “Mom? What is it?”

Lori looked back at the man riding off and then at your door, back and forth, a couple of times.

She placed her hand on Carl’s shoulder, her glare hardening until the man was no longer in view.

With a heavy sigh, she turned away and dragged Carl with her, ignoring his questions and protests.

She was fucking angry.

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[jobean12-blog]

Lost and Found

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader (Biker AU)

Word Count: 854

Summary: Joel comes home from a night out with the guys and has a surprise.

Author’s Note: I’ve been thinking about writing a little something for this for a while! Still in love with the idea of our grumpy biker soft for the sweet things like his girl and...well you can tell what else from my pics hehe! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the sweet @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 

Warnings: soft and sweet fluffs

Joel Miller Masterlist

The growl of his engine reverberates through the night air, at first distant and piercing the stillness before the power gradually diminishes as he slows down and approaches the house. The rhythmic purring begins to fade, replaced by the sound of the rubber tires rolling across the pavement.

Finally, the motorcycle stops, the engine settling into a quiet idle as the hot metal begins to cool with ticks and cracks.

He shuts the engine and swings one long leg over the seat.

You open your front door and run into his arms. He catches you easily, wrapping you up in him.

“Joel,” you whisper into the aged leather of his jacket.

“Hiya darlin’” he drawls, dragging you closer to capture your lips.

You only break apart when you feel a small movement beneath his jacket, the shifting making you pull back in surprise.

He throws you a sheepish smile and tucks you into his side. “Let’s get inside.”

The door shuts from the force of his booted foot and he switches on the small light by the couch.

“Come ‘ere,” he whispers, sitting down and crooking his finger at you.

You bring yourself between his spread legs and let out a slight squeak when he tugs you down to sit along his thigh.

“Missed you,” he murmurs against your lips.

You return the sentiment and run your fingers through his mussed hair.

“I have somethin’ to show you,” he says as he grabs the zipper of his jacket.

“Should I be scared?” you ask with a giggle.

“Nah darlin.’ You’re gonna love it.”

The pull of his zipper is deliberate as he keeps his eyes trained on you, your eyes staring at his hand.

“Joel…hurry up!” you whine, bouncing on his leg.

“Quit bouncin’ around and distracting me,” he tuts, throwing you a wink.

You sit perfectly still and eye him suspiciously.

That’s when you hear it. The tiniest, squeakiest meow ever.

“Oh my go…. IT’S A BABY KITTEN!!!”

You can’t contain yourself as he pulls out the cutest black kitten you’ve ever seen and you try your hardest to stifle your squeals of happiness. It’s tiny paws are clinging to his calloused fingers, adorned with tattoos, creating a stark contrast against her delicate and soft black fur. In his large hand she looks even tinier and her round glowing eyes are framed by a wild mane of fur.

“I found her by the dumpster at the back of the bar,” he explains. “I was helping Tommy with the trash and heard her cryin’.”

He cradles her against his chest and gently scratches behind her ears, his typically gruff voice becoming soothing as he coos sweet nothings. The kitten, as if sensing the safety of his arms, nestles into the warmth of his embrace and closes her eyes.

“I can’t handle this,” you whisper, standing from his thigh and grabbing your phone.

He grumbles out something you don’t quite catch but continues doting on the small bundle of fur in his arms.

With his legs spread wide his dark jeans are stretched tight against the thick muscles of his thighs and his biceps pop in his worn leather jacket. The dark ink of his tattoos is visible even in the dim lighting and when he presses a soft kiss to the top of the kitten’s head you let out a dreamy sigh.

He grumbles again but you ignore him completely, lifting your phone.

You can barely see the tiny kitten, her black fur blending in to him, but it’s sexy and soft and you can barely stand it.

“Can I please…” you start, trailing off when his eyes, dark and promising you anything your heart desires, lift to yours and he gives you an easy nod.

You snap several photos, doing your best to focus on the utter cuteness of the kitten and not how incredible your man looks.

“Can we keep her?” you ask tentatively as you pocket your phone and reach out for her.

He carefully places her in your arms, all his movements delicate in an unexpected way.

“Anything you want, darlin.’ I just want to make sure she’s safe.”

You look up at him, your wide eyes matching the kittens.

“Really?” you say softly, cuddling your face into her fur.

“What are you gonna name her?” he asks as he slides his hand up your thigh then closes it on your waist to tug you down into his lap.

“You should name her,” you say, snuggling yourself against his chest as he holds you and the kitten close. “You found her.”

Your head rests along his shoulder and he’s quiet for several moments, watching you and the kitten interact. You alternate between kissing the top of her head and kissing Joel’s neck, his soft hums of satisfaction matching the kitten’s content purring.

“What about Ink?” he finally says.

“Ink?” you repeat, but then your eyes sparkle with the realization. “Like your tattoos!”

He dips his head slightly but you can see the softness in his expression before he presses his mouth to yours.

“It’s perfect,” you whisper against his lips.

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[achildofapollo]

Redacted Headcannons (Based off My Versions of Listeners)

Angel got their nickname, not from the personality, but from the angel bite piercings they have

Also rides a motorcycle

Babe changed their job after the inversion, going from a boring office job to video game developer/designer-Has Ash beta test them (lol beta)

Scene kid and adrenaline junkie 

Sweetheart plays the guitar and had lots of tattoos

Is friends with Warden

 Darlin is a dance teacher (helps Cyra choreograph)

Lovely enjoys painting, and other arts

Treasure plays the piano, can do multiple types:grand piano, electric, keyboard, etc. 

Dear (Co-Worker) loves to ice skate

Warden (Vega’s Listner) plays the violin

Starlight enjoys baking 

Sunshine is a nail tech

Bestie loves to roller skate

Anton’s partner is a writer

Cutie is a hair dresser and they are on a volleyball team 

Obscura is a preachers child, dad thought they were a devil’s child, had to cross country to get away from the angry family and church, work as a bartender for a while, and then found Morgan

Honey has a lot of bug tattoos, including a bee on their sternum, where they got the nickname

Smartass enjoys playing chess, and is also on a volleyball team 

[hutchersonsgurl]

You make me feel like a little kid again - Daryl dixon

Paring x female reader with Daryl Dixon fluff ⚠️

Synopsis

You and Daryl have started dating since your group has found the prison Daryl is extremely overprotective of you and and only when he's alone with you he let's his guard down. You and Daryl are on a supply run heading back to the prison and it's raining

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"Daryl pull over for a minute" you say

"What? Are you out of ya mind? It's raining yn" Daryl asked

"Just do it Dixon or you ain't getting anymore kisses"you say

"Alright fine you win" Daryl says pulling over the motorcycle

You get off the motorcycle and fell the water dropping on your face feeling peace for a moment

"Daryl come here and dance with me" yn asks

"Darlin you are gonna get yourself sick" Daryl says walking towards you

"Only when I'm with you darlin" Daryl says as he kisses the top of your head

You pull back and smile and start to spin around in the rain

Daryl stands there and smiles till you pull him towards you

You wrap your arms around his neck and smile at him

"You knoe that ya the only girl I let boss me around right?" Daryl says looking down at you

"Good because I'm the boss in this realationship" you say with a chuckle

"Now darlin that ain't true I just let you boss me around a little because I like it" he says with a grumble in his voice

Daryl spins you around a couple times and smiles

"You know how long it has been since I've felt like a kid? Right here right now I feel like a little girl who's head over heels in love" you say

"You are the only person I feel comfortable letting in" Daryl says

The two of you dance in the rain he spins you around still hanging on to your sides you lean back feeling the rain on your face

"You really are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen" daryl says pulling you up to kiss you

Daryl pulls you towards him and kisses you softly and then pulls back looking at you lovely

Daryl lets you go and walks ahead of you putting his arms out feeling the cold rain on his body

"You know we just like kids right now I kinda like it " you say walking behind Daryl with your arms out

Daryl turns around and looks at you

"You are the only person in this world who makes me feel alive yn you really have no idea how much i love ya" Daryl says looking at you lovingly

"I love you too Daryl" you say kissing him once more

"Now let's get ya home" Daryl says

The two of them get back on his motorcycle heading back to the prison

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[bizarrelittlemew]

okay. i just watched the movie Snakeskin (2001). i bought a physical dvd in the year of our lord 2024 because Taika has 6.5 minutes of screentime in it. and now i'm sitting here trying to process wtf i just watched asjdhfdjsk so here are the highlights (thank you Meow @blakbonnet for going through this experience with me)

first of all, enjoy these screenshots from the trailer (i'm still not sure if they're mandatory disclaimers?):

...but say yes to snake imagery, because there will be a lot of it

we are definitely in 2001. this is extremely apparent throughout the whole movie. but especially from this girl's hair

Taika's character (Nelson) and his girlfriend (Daisy, pictured above) drive around in a repurposed ice cream truck and sell drugs btw. it's called Mr. Trippy.

main character Alice (Melanie Lynskey) is a huge fan of ✨America✨. her best friend is in love with her but she only wants Bad Boys. also said friend's name is Johnny but it's actually Craig

ALSO Craig-slash-Johnny is played by Dean O'Gorman (Fili)??!?!?!?

their hobby is to drive around picking up hitchhikers but only those who look not boring

enter The American. this guy is the most American you have ever seen. americans wish they could be as American as this guy. no one else has ever Americaned harder.

as you can see, i'm not lying. he even says "howdy ma'am" so we're convinced he is a real American

three skinheads are after The American because he stole their drugs (i think). he also stole drugs from Nelson and Daisy, who now owe money and/or drugs to their boss, who also has beef with The American for reasons i'm still not totally sure of

The American not only steals drugs and money, he also has a real gun(!!!) and fucks pretty much everyone?

"darlin'. u gotta earn the raaaiht. ter wear snakeskins 😎"

oh my god the sunglasses emoji just reminded me of the fucking sunglasses oh no i'm not sure i can do this akjsdhjsk this will make sense later i promise

do not learn gun safety from this movie

at one point, there is a whole lotta sheep. we are, after all, in Aotearoa New Zealand. and ok this had the cutest moment of Taika yelling "SHEEPY" out of a car

there's a scene where uhm. uhhh no not gonna describe this i think but. yeah fair warning this movie has some period-typical homophobia let's just say 💀 this is the live reaction:

MOVING ON

if you enjoy the 2000s aesthetic of "look how edgy we are doing drugs" *colorful-haired people on couches in dark club* *echo-y laugh* *hallucinations* *it's mushrooms look it's mushrooms we're doing psychedelics* then this is the movie for you my friend

oh and Alice also did acid at some point while being very "i've totally done drugs before" about it (((doubt)))

GIRL GET UP FROM THAT DIRTY BATHROOM FLOOR

[New Zealand accent] "wow. six and acid." yes she is living all her american dreams as you can see

by nighttime, all three cars (main characters, mr. trippy, and the nazimobile) and the motorcycle (mr. drug boss) have made it pretty far up the mountain, it seems. cute moment between mr. drug boss and nelson. look how :D he is!

but you know a movie with Taika in it needs to have a father figure talk down to him so he gets very 🥺 right after this

lots of shit goes down (i won't spoil too much if by any chance you still want to watch this) and it turns out that the older skinhead guy is the best actor in the movie??

and NOW things get weird

Craig and The American have so much beef by now that they decide to solve it by russian roulette

Alice's reaction to this is something like "ugh, you guys are crazy, i can't watch this 🙄"

like she just walks away?? GIRL THEY'RE AIMING A REAL GUN AT EACH OTHER

she keeps COMPLETELY UNDERREACTING TO WHAT IS HAPPENING like (spoilers from now on) CRAIG IS SHOT AND KILLED and she doesn't even run over and she doesn't even say anything to The American?? WHO SHOT HIM???? he's just standing there??

and then. AND THEN.

ok this is where i fully lost it for several minutes and missed half the following scene. i was fucking HOWLING like actually crying with laughter, i couldn't see or breathe and my partner got worried ksjdhfdjsk ok so here's what happens

they're in the car. craig is obviously very dead. alice is kinda in denial i guess. The American tells her to shut his eyes and she's like why? BECAUSE HE DEAD GIRL!! but she doesn't, she doesn't shut his eyes, no, this is what she does instead

I COULD BARELY MAKE THIS GIF BECAUSE I KEPT LAUGHING TO THE POINT OF TEARS

NOT THE SUNGLASSES ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. THE UNTAPPED MEME POTENTIAL HERE IS FUCKING RIDICULOUS

ANYWAY shortly after this we hear one of the funniest lines in the movie (and it's not even about the shooting and killing of Craig):

"fuck, Seth! this isn't fucking America, you can't just go around shooting everybody!"

oh yeah The American does have a name and it's Seth

i'll just post a few chat screenshots for the next part because i can't really describe it, i promise we're almost at the end

after some incredible visual effects™️, we end with Return of the Sunglasses (and me scaring my cats away because i was sobbing again)

i haven't even really talked about Taika's scenes much (the reason i watched this in the first place) because the ending took me OUT and honestly he is maybe the most normal person in this whole movie. one review (from the trailer) wrote this:

and yeah that may honestly be the best way to describe it. 10/10 movie watching experience, highly recommend. thank you for coming to my snek talk

[n30nwrites]

the lost boys with male reader who loves naps and is always so sleepy, falls asleep anywhere and gets whiny when the boys tell him he can’t nap cus he sleeps too much n it’s not good for his health <3

Hand in Hand; Comfort mixes with Safety

Summary: Heading to the pier, you can't help but Fall asleep, that's what happens when you finally find your safety.

a/n: Yk I love my lost boys soft, i don't do that manipulative shit (also it drains me). This is short. I don't even know when this request was sent so sorry if it's been a bit.

Word Count: 1.0k

Reader: Male, 2nd person. Use of nicknames but they are genderneutral for the most part, He/Him pronouns are used.

Warnings: Fluff, Surf Nazis, Mention of murder and othr Lost Boys stuff but nothing gone into detail. Reader wants to sleep but boys are worried.

Disclaimer; i do not own The Lost Boys Characters nor Story line nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any images used.

Comments, Likes, and Reblogs are appreciated.

It was easy to fall asleep around them. Not that they were boring, they were quite the opposite actually. But once you had felt safe with them, being around them just felt so calming that you could close your eyes and rest.

And you did that, often.

You loved them, just a little but more than you loved naps. You were always tired, and with your trust in the boys, you knew you could fall asleep at any point and they would protect you.

You never got sleep, you just had naps. Which you preferred. A few hours of sleep made you feel better than sleeping for 8 hours.

Like now, you were napping. You were in the between stages of awake and sleep, your body slowly going numb as your eyes kept fluttering close, your jacket was zipped up to prevent the cold and you were laying your head on David's back.

You were falling asleep, holding onto David on the back of his motorcycle while you and your boys were heading to the pier. The boys could hear your heart beat slowing down, and Marko and Paul looked at each other.

Sleeping on the back of his motorcycle whilst the boys drove at high speeds was dangerous, and David faltered when he felt your grip loosen, his foot slowly lifting from the peddle and slowing down, he readjusted his hands.

"You gotta wake up Darling." David drove with one hand, the other gripping both of your wrists, holding you tightly. "Can't fall asleep on the drive, you'll get hurt." Still human, still fragile, he hated it.

"i'll be fine..." your voice came out soft, as your whined and dug your face deeper into his back, and through the rushing wind if they were human you wouldn't have been heart at all.

"Gotta stay awake, not good for you." He rolled his shoulders, disturbing your comfort more for the sake of keeping you awake. You just huffed at his words, groaning and just turning your head, now facing Dwayne instead of the terror twins. "Don't ignore me."

"We'll be there in a few minutes, just let me sleep until then." It was almost hard for him to argue against you. Out of the four of them, David liked spoiling you the most, anything you wanted, he was willing to give to you. David's one hand that was steering the motorcycle quickly left to gently slap your thigh, "Few more minutes, for me?"

"Love you." Your hands grabbed his shirt, as you put your head on his shoulder, wind blowing in your face so you could stay awake. David returned to his normal speed, which was illegally fast, and it wasn't long before they arrived at the pier, and immediately received dirty looks from the onlookers. You continued to lean, except this time on Dwayne as he was the quieter and stood still better than the blondes. "What are the plans?"

"Terrorize some surf nazis, eat some food because, you, Darlin', haven't eaten at all today and I'm not even sure about yesterday." You weren't with the boys yesterday, work tired you out more than usual and you slept throughout the day, only waking up to do some chores, which they had no idea about. Paul wrapped his arm around you, pulled you away from your human pillow, tugging you to the rides and the food, the sweet smell filled the air.

Nothing really stopped you from your tired state though. While Paul pulled you ahead, Marko, Dwayne, and David followed behind, a few steps away as they spoke to each other.

"It's not healthy for humans to be sleeping this much, right?" David asked.

"Not really, especially with the way he forgets to eat." Dwayne watched as your steps stuttered, slightly tripping over yourself.

"We need to turn him."

"He doesn't want to yet, we're lucky he's fine with everything else." Marko wasn't just mentioning the fact that you knew they were vampires. It was the fact that when David would do anything for you, that meant killing for you, and the other three wouldn't have opposed doing so in your name. And you were aware of that, just that your mind often was imaginative and the one time you had stumbled upon them whilst they were killing, you hadn't exactly been fine with it all. You knew they killed, seeing it meant something else though.

"His health will only get worse if he continues like this."

"Not like he'd actually get it checked out."

"Come on Boys!" You called for them, as Paul was quickly walking to a food truck and grabbing you something. It didn't take long for him to come back, probably because he cut the line and despite his aura, Paul was threatening. You ate quickly, as Marko had insisted that they should head to the Ferris wheel, your eyes were heavy but you tried your best to stay awake.

That didn't last long.

Hadn't even reached the top and your head was slumped against Paul's shoulder. You said you were just resting your eyes but that was a clear lie to everyone that knew you. When you reached the top you were out of it, and the boys just watched, staring as your chest relaxed and your stomach slowly went in and out, your heart beat being the one thing they were focused on.

When the ride ended, Marko was the one to try to wake you, he put his hand on your thigh and gently shook you awake. "Stop..." You dragged out the 'p' as you gently pushed him away.

"We gotta get off."

"Don't wanna," You slurred your words, "I'm tired, Paul's comfy."

"You think all of us are comfy," They were getting closer, and whilst they would be fine with threatening the worker and making the teen just skip them, the boys still had to eat. "We gotta go, time to feed."

"Already ate."

"Not you Mi Corazón."

"Oh." You took your head off of Paul's shoulder as the door opened and Dwayne stepped out. The four followed after him, as they headed towards the beach for a bonfire.

"You've gotta stop sleeping so much, completely ignoring the party all night we got going on." Paul joked, laughing at your playful scowl.

"Plus it's not healthy." Marko adjusted his arm to wrap around you. Another thing the boys did, constant touching. It didn't have to be all the time, but just one of them needed to be touching you.

Comfort, that's what you all felt around each other.

[rafesthroatbaby]

hi baby just dropping in bc i had a short jax teller thought i wanted to share with you, ilysm sluttttt💓

You’re walking away from Jax, trying to avoid him just as he gets off his motorcycle. You were pissed and so was he. He stalks your way, yanking your hair. He drags you to his bike forcing you to sit on it.

“You think this is funny y/n?” Jax grits his teeth.

“Actually, yeah I do Jax. Why, did you think I was going to waste my time and cry about it? You know I love to get even.” You laugh. It made Jax’s blood boil. You knew you were getting to him.

“You fucked another man to get back at me for fucking Ima and that calls for punishment. Got it, darlin’?” Jax responds, clearly aggitated.

“So you get to fuck all those nasty whores but the one time, god forbid, the one time I go and fuck another man you get all fucking nuts?! I don’t fucking get you!” You scream in Jax’s face. You’re about to slap him in the face but he reaches out and grips your wrist.

“Stop acting like a crazy bitch and spread your fucking legs.” Jax seethes, his eyes going dark.

“Stop..Jax…what if the guys roll in and see us?” You whine as he stares you down, an impatient look on his face. You nervously comply, spreading your legs wide for him. He rips your panties off, hanging them on the handlebar of his bike.

“You’re such a filthy slut y/n. Look at you, your pussy is dripping. You want to act like a whore, I’ll treat you like one. I really don’t give a fuck if anyone sees.” Jax smirks, licking his lips.

He unbuckles his belt, pulling his jeans and boxers down just enough for him to pull his hard cock out. His red tip is dripping with precum as it slaps his stomach. He wastes no time as he slips his length into your wet cunt.

“Fuck darlin’. You feel so damn good, pussy still so tight.” He yanks your hair pulling your head back as he starts kissing and sucking on your neck, leaving hickies all over you.

“Omg Jax! Please! I can’t—ah it feels too good, gonna cum!” You start to tremble. He’s balls deep in your pussy, his cock harshly slamming into you. You come undone, soaking his cock with your juices.

He brings his hand to your throat, squeezing you so hard completely restricting your airways. You swear you passed out for a split second.

“Remember who the fuck you belong to.” Jax boomed. “Now how many times you gon’ cum for me sweetheart? Need you beggin’ for me to stop.” Jax booms, slipping his cock out, turning you and bending you over his bike.

“Remember who the fuck you belong to.” Jax boomed. “Now how many times you gon’ cum for me sweetheart? Need you beggin’ for me to stop.” Jax booms, slipping his cock out, turning you and bending you over his bike.

bitch what have you done ? Omg i can’t believe I let this sexy masterpiece sit in my inbox for days 😩 sorry not sorry, been busy watching daddy 🤤 so yea after finishing SOA, this hits perfect rn 💦 remember the convo we just had yesterday ? ON HIS DAMN BIKE 😮‍💨 you write him so perfect, it’s raining over here 😏 hope you know what that means ? I WANT MORE YOU SLUT 😭

[bless-my-demons]

Redamancy: Chapter Twenty-Eight

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: Just fluff, heart-wrenching fluff

Notes: Okay, so. Last Sunday in my most graceful hour, I dislocated and subsequently fractured my thumb🙂 I also hated what I originally wrote and spent all week re-writing and re-writing this scene. I hope this isn’t trash and you guys like it, I’m so sorry for the delay on this one🥲

Word Count: 1614

Series Masterlist

• April 1st, 2006 • Home •

Reader

Ten o’clock on the dot, as promised, a knock on the front door draws me from my reverie. I’d spent the last 30 minutes after getting ready, lost in my head on the couch. Surely today’s talk with Jasper won’t end badly, god I hope not.

Swinging the door open, my eyes snap to his and a smile takes over my face on instinct. “Hey.”

“Good morning, darlin’.” The way his accent wraps around that familiar term of endearment will always make me weak in the knees.

He almost completely blocks my view but bright yellow behind him just barely snags my vision-is that?

“Did you-?”

“Borrow my sister’s apology gift? Yes, it’s a little bit too wet for a bike ride, sweetheart.” Turning to look at Alice’s car, he misses the blush heating my cheeks at the memory of the last time I was on his motorcycle, holding him close.

“Fair enough.” I turn to snag my coat from the hook near the door before closing and locking it.

His outstretched hand helps be down the front stairs before leading me to the passenger side of the beautiful Porsche. Beautiful is an understatement for this piece of machinery, I hate to even ruin the floor mats with my wet shoes.

“Alice chose her gift wisely, Edward did good.” Jasper chuckles slightly at my comment as I lower myself into the seat and he shuts the door gently, cocooning me in silence momentarily until his door opens.

“What she did for him - to save him, this was the least he could do.” Watching him start the car, I realize it’s a manual transmission.

He smoothly shifts it into reverse to exit my driveway before shifting again to leave the neighborhood. My brain stutters a little as I watch him maneuver the car, god - is everything this man does going to be ridiculously attractive?

“Where are we going?” I manage to drag my gaze from his hand and I’m caught, he smirks like he fucking knows.

“Since everyone is home, we’re going somewhere with privacy.” A shiver trickles over my skin quickly even though I’m wearing a coat, somewhere with privacy.

Excitement begins to bubble up in my chest and I opt to watch the trees as the pass by quickly outside my window, trying and probably failing to hide my own smirk.

Jasper

Easing the car to a stop, I watch as the realization of where we are dawns on her.

“Our spot!” A breathtaking smile overtakes her face as she turns to me quickly and I’m stunned, it’s like I’m staring at an angel incarnate, gorgeous.

I chuckle and exit the vehicle, excitement and pure joy flow from her unmitigated and I smile to myself, letting her emotion wash over me like waves gently lapping at the shore.

I barely graze the door handle with my fingers before her impatience at my lack of speed flings the door open. The moment I met her quickly flashing through my mind before I catch the door, stopping it from snapping back closed in her face. “Darlin’-” I tease her, but I’m not the object of her focus.

“This view really is unfair.” Her voice is gentle as she brushes past me and closes in on the railing at the edge, protectiveness flaring in my chest at her proximity to danger.

Sporadic, gloomy clouds dot the ridge line, but the scenery is bathed in a wetness from the rain that highlights the deep tones of the forest. The air is crisp and humid, clean but also heavy with the scent of drenched wood.

“It is.” But I’m not talking about what’s beyond, I’m looking at her.

She turns at my comment and realizes my words since my eyes never leave hers, a warm blush floods her face and I quickly remove the distance between us, my finger under her chin to stop her from hiding bashfully.

“No hiding from me, not this beautiful face.” I whisper as my eyes dance along the planes and contours of her. Her joy increases tenfold and I swear it gives me a new life, she gives me new life.

I kiss her quickly even though it goes against every fiber of my being not to take my time with her mouth, but we’re here for a purpose. For a conversation long overdue.

Jasper

Taking a deep breath and a step backwards to keep my head on straight, I dig down to my very core - somewhere no one else has been, and begin.

“To know me is to hate me - to hate me like I hate myself. I hate what I am at a cellular level. I can’t be a normal guy in love with a normal girl. I can’t allow myself to be caught up in you, your scent, your touch. I have to keep myself in check, I can’t let my thoughts or feelings run away from myself with you near. I can’t seduce you in ways I wish I could without the fear of hurting you.” A deep breath in and out, my throat is raw for the first time in a very long time, like the words bubbling up are burning. “And because I hate what I am, I hate who I am. I’m a monster that killed without complaint or a second thought for so long. It withered away at my soul, at my very core. It changed me entirely, I can’t rewind and get that version of myself back.” I swallow hard. My fingers run furrows through my hair, my skin is fucking crawling. “So how am I supposed to let you love someone like myself? How do I tether an angel like you, to a demon like me? How do I ask you to compromise yourself to fit into my world? Because you have to bend to me, you have to keep my secrets and give up so much of a normal life just to be mine. How do I ask that of the person I hold in highest regard? In the chance you choose this life, choose to change - you’re giving up on moving forward, having children, grandchildren, growing old with someone you love, staying in the lives of your loved ones, the list goes on and on and on. You could potentially come to resent me and darlin’, I wouldn’t survive that.” I pause, letting the words ruminate.

I feel slightly human again, breathing like I’ve run for miles. And I have, I’ve been outrunning this horrible inner monologue for one-hundred and forty-three years. Alone.

Until now. Until her.

Reader

I-I’m stunned. He can’t possibly think all of these things about himself, not this absolute gentleman, this tender and kind man?

“To get to know me-to love me, is a death sentence. I’m a walking liability, I’m not safe. With everything I’ve done, I’m a monster.”

“You are no such thing-” he opens his mouth to interrupt, but I’m quick to stop him. Giving him an encouraging smile I ask, “Let me get this out?”

His eyes are desperate and hanging on for dear life waiting for what I have to say.

“To know you is to love you, Jasper. You are so many things, but a death sentence - a liability, isn’t any of them. Nobody is safe in this world and I’m certainly safest when I’m with you.” Happy tears prick at my eyes as I dredge all of these feelings up, words he should’ve heard a lifetime ago. “And above it all, you. Are. Not. A. Monster. In any shape or form, Jasper Hale. You had a master manipulator as a creator, and she twisted you until you couldn’t take it anymore - until you had to run away. Monsters don’t feel remorse, regret, or empathy. This right here - what you’re feeling when you look inwards, is proof enough that you are not this terrible horrible thing incapable of giving or receiving love.” I smile up at him, so relieved to get this off my chest, “And if the last six months is anything, it’s proof that I don’t want this life if you aren’t in it. It’s insanity to even suggest that I could love anyone else a fraction of the amount that I love you, even more so to insinuate I’d ever build a life with anyone other than you. So no, I don’t care about any of those things, not if I can’t have you.”

I can see the racing thoughts behind the storm in his eyes, the war my words have waged on the inner monologue he’s had for most of his life. I don’t expect to change his way of thinking instantly, but all I’m looking for is just a ripple, a slight shift in the tide, something to work with and build over time because I’m not fucking going anywhere.

This man deserves someone to fight for him and I was meant to dawn this armor.

Jasper

“You have to know that you have an out, you don’t have to do this.” She’s stepping forward to cup my face and the depth of her eyes has me in a trance.

“I’m already all in, I’ve been in since the moment I met you. Stop offering outs, no amount of harsh truths are going to scare me away. It’s me and you.” She says it with such conviction my breath stutters.

“Me and you?” Unreal, this anchor holding me to earth, this angel willing to brave this life with me.

“Always.” She confirms my fate - our fate, like a simple fact. Short and sweet, just like her

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[garoujo]

・✶ ｡ﾟmammon can’t help but drag you away whenever he sees you dressed up at one of diavolo’s parties.

warnings : f. reader, needy mammon, breeding, hes in his demon form, exhibitonism, slight protective best boy.

your pouty lips babble out a strangled whine of his name when you feel mammon’s fingers flex tighter into the flesh of your ass under your dress, one of your thighs is propped up by his wing and wrapped around his waist, allowing him to pin you even harder against the cold wood of the closet door behind you and you’re thankful for the thumping of the loud music outside.

his large hands keep your hips pressed tightly against his own while his fat cock continues to dip in and out of your cunt, the slight burn from the stretch of taking him only adding to the pleasurable fogginess of your mind as he restlessly ruts into you.

your eyelashes finally lift as you blink away the tears that glisten in your eyes, admiring the sight of the silver-haired demon infront of you—mammon is almost hunched over you, the sheer width of his shoulders and back making you feel tiny.

his hair is mused and falling messy over his eyes as his tightly curled horns stick out from his roots, and even though he’s flushed from him cheeks to his exposed chest you can still make out the the white marks that travel down his neck and along the hard muscle of his torso to his abdomen, framed by the two harness like belts that are strapped tightly across his skin.

your breathing hitches when he tears his eyes away from your puffy cunt to meet yours, a handsome smirk immediately decorating his lips as he deliberately slows his pace— pulling you even closer to his chest as he lets out a breathless rasp of a chuckle, brushing the blunt head of his cock against the spot inside of you that he knows will have you creaming around him.

“ya enjoyin’ the view or somethin’? q-quit lookin’ at me like that, just knew how needy ya were—knew ya needed the great mammon to take care of ya.” mammon’s tone is soft and smooth, an almost hard contrast to sinful way his hips are moving against yours, paired with the playful glint in the blue of his eyes.

“m-mammon—“ is all you can muster back, your nails grabbing at the collar of his cropped motorcycle jacket covering his shoulders as your eyes roll back, shoving it down to reveal more of him as you grab at the new exposed skin, the desperation of your actions causing a moan to rumble through mammon’s chest “heh, look at ya—s-so pretty and can’t keep your h-hands off me. must make ya feel so good, right? better t-than anyone else ever could.”

the second eldest groans, leaning over you as he tries to bite back his own moans, feeling you thrash under him with every stroke “yeah, darlin’? ya f-feel so, so good. fuck, nghhh—ya really are killin’ me here, baby. j-just hate the way all the others are lookin’ at ya, d-don’t they know ya belong to the mammon.”

mammon grunts, clenching his fanged teeth when he feels your thigh squeeze around his waist, locking up beneath his large palm. “i’m your favourite t-though, ain’t a? y-ya better mean it.” he doesn’t even give you time to reply, fucking into you impossibly deeper as he continues to hammer away at the sinful spot inside of you, babbling a few hushed praises between pants as he nears his own orgasm.

you whine and grind up against him, greedy for another release. you feel mammon’s fingers trace along your thigh until you feel his thumb flick over your puffy clit, the sensation immediately throwing you closer to the orgasm you crave until you’re kicking your legs at the overwhelming pleasure.

“come on, b-baby. been waitin’ to get my hands on ya all night, draggin’ me away cause y-ya can’t get enough of me, is that it? ya want me to praise ya?“ his words are more breathless this time, almost desperate as his thrusts turn sloppy. his fingers nails digging almost painfully into your skin as you feel the growing wetness spread between your thighs with each snap of his hips.

“y-yes mammon, please—“ is all you can manage before you hear the blonde growl above you “that’s it, y-ya really are somethin’ else.”

mammon lets out a breathy whine as he slams one of his palms onto the door behind you, steadying himself as his orgasm rips through him, groaning as he milks his cock inside of you. the sensation causes you to shake as you come undone beneath him, thighs trembling as you gush around him, his cock continuing to slide in and out of you.

your legs quake when you finally feel him rest you back down with a satisfied sigh, blinking down at you through the sweaty silver locks that have fallen over his dazed eyes as he stretches out his wings slightly with a pink cheeked smirk, adjusting the collar of his jacket before leaning in slightly to place a soft peck on your swollen lips.

“fuck—don’t even wanna go back, w-wanna steal ya and hide in here with ya all night, i’ll never get enough of ya—means i get to keep ya all to myself, b-bet ya want that though!”

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