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triassictriserratops · 2 days

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The 180 from how Katniss and Peeta are marketed as the safe healthy couple (which is what a lot of their relationship is about) to reading the actual text and witnessing two people who can’t live without each other and also have a lot of horny energy. Both of them really do seem to be eager to kiss and touch each other. They’re not really an innocent couple like the movies tried to make it seem

No, but like, it actually makes me ILL how down bad these two are for each other. I read this series nearly 14 years ago when I was 17 and I credit it for making me the absolutely wretched, thirsty bitch that I am. I've seen some takes where people say that she chose safe, calm love and while I get the idea - it's a misunderstanding of her monologue at the end about why she needs Peeta in her life. I think people read more than was intended in that "I have enough fire on my own" and kind of warped it to mean that her relationship with Peeta didn't have it's own heat or fire. THAT RELATIONSHIP IS SCORCHING AND THEY'RE BOTH IDIOTS, YOUR HONOR. I'm sorry, how is THIS lacking in fire? He tucks me in and says good night but I catch his hand and hold him there. A side effect of the sleep syrup is that in makes people less inhibited, like white liquor, and I know I have to control my tongue. But I don't want him to go. In fact, I want him to climb in with me, to be there when the nightmares hit tonight. For some reason that I can't quite form, I know I'm not allowed to ask that. "Why don't you get some sleep?" he says. Because I can't handle the nightmares. Not without you, I think. They are sure to be dreadful tonight. But I can hardly ask Peeta to come to sleep with me. We've barely touched since that night Gale was whipped. Instead he pulls me in close and buries his face in my hair. Warmth radiates from the spot where his lips just touch my neck, slowly spreading through the rest of me. It feels so good, so impossibly good, that I know I will not be the first to let go. There are literally so many of these but I'm going to limit myself to three because I'm on my lunch break and otherwise I'd be here all fucking day. (ALSO, ALSO, EXCUSE ME? SO IMPOSSIBLY GOOD???? I'VE SEEN FANFICTION WRITERS WRITE LESS THIRSTY SHIT THAN THAT, HOLY FUCK.) I maintain that if the movies had some sort of Lizzie McGuire-esque inner monologue cartoon version of Katniss, it would have been more patently clear just how fucking WILD Katniss was for Peeta.

#katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #everlark #the hunger games #thg series #thg #hunger games headcanon #thg headcanons #the hunger games headcanon

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moremaybank · 9 months

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I would just like to say that s2/3 Rafe OR Trevor from Hellraiser is absolutely the kind of guy to slap your hand away as he’s fucking your brains out in missionary.

Like it’s just becoming a lot and you can’t deal and the hand on his abdomen is to give him some kind of hint but he’s not having it 😵‍💫😵‍💫 he’s so lost in how good you feel but he also needs you to feel him.

“You can take it, baby, I know you can.. fuckin’ know you can, don’t try to move me. Keep givin’ me this pussy, I know you can take it”

genie, baby, how could you do this to me? (please keep doing it). 18+, mdni.

Rafe's going in for the kill, overpowering every one of your senses, and it's so, so good, but so mind-boggling at the same time; how much pleasure he can provide you with, free of remorse once you’re completely exhausted.

It doesn’t matter how many times he makes you cum, he always wants for more. And he’ll get it.

That’s for damn sure.

"Don't you wanna make daddy proud, princess? You're doing so well for me. You can do this, I know it."

"I-I can't, feels too good," you whine.

He ignores you, too wrapped up in the way your warm, wet pussy is encasing his cock. He's too lost in how you feel around him and it's hard for him to even catch his breath.

Your manicured hand strokes down his sternum, down to the indentations of his abs, pushing at him and trying to get him to slow down and take it easy on you.

“Please, daddy. Don’t think I can take it anymore,”

“‘Course you can,” he assures you. “You can take it, baby, I know you can. Don’t try to move me. Don’t fight it. Keep givin’ me this pussy, I know you can take it.”

He yanks the hand you have plastered on his abdomen and pushes it beside your head, restraining you as he now towers completely over your body. He leans on his elbows and his fingers intertwine with yours as he slips into you deeper.

“Rafe,” you plead.

Tears are flowing down your heated cheeks, and your legs begin to quiver as you get closer and closer to cumming again. All other thoughts have left your brain. All you have on your mind is him.

Rafe’s nose nudges your jaw, and he shakes his head.

“Uh uh. What’s my name in here, baby?”

“Daddy,” you sob. “Please.”

“Fuck, keep crying. Gettin’ so fuckin’ close. Look at those tears. So goddamn pretty.”

Your sore and exhausted walls begin to squeeze at him, almost cutting off his circulation as you fall over the edge. Your moans mix with your cries for him, and it’s heavenly.

Like music to his ears.

“Shit, gonna fill you up. Such a good girl for me. So fuckin’ proud of my girl.”

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buckyalpine · 1 month

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18+ mindless rambling. I've been in such an absolute slump and idk what I want. Do I want to finish requests, finish works in progress, do nothing and think about sucking Bucky's dick and balls, even when it's soft after he's finished cause he'd be all sensitive and his cock would be all precious and pink between thighs I want to ride and recently I've had this thing with scent? It is tmi to say I'd want to bury my entire fucking face between his legs and like choke on his balls if I could and he'd smell like soap and musk and whatever is distinctly him. I said what I said and I'm sorry, idk, is this what it's like to be in heat? What is this thing I have with wanting to just hold his balls, bb just let me pet them, I'll be gentle I promise. Y'know? Or maybe you're normal so you don't know. That's fine too.

Or maybe I want to write about that idea I had with Sharon planting evidence to make it look like he's cheating on you cause she wants him all to herself.

Or maybe the idea where you have a mission where you had to pretend to be a couple and the enemy is right beside you hotel so you have to really sell those sexy noises but Bucky figures why pretend when he can really make you scream. Bonus points for the team who has bugs planted and they go from damn they're really good at pulling off that role to guys I think they're actually fucking, cut the cameras.

Or the idea I had when I first woke up where Bucky thinks getting his cock sucked is the absolute most intimate thing ever? Because his angel has his most private and sensitive places in her mouth just to make him feel good? It drives him wild because hello, she is so pretty and she's doing all these magic things with her tongue just to make him moan and it's working. It's working so well, he's making a mess in her mouth with how much precum he's leaking? FFS Then she goes and takes his balls in her mouth and its game over for him; most people brush off a blow job like it's nothing but for him? His pretty baby wants his dick in that sweet mouth of hers? He loves penetrative sex btw, a lot, but this? It's just so special for him and he loves every moment of it. Eyes closed. Back arching. Feet planted. Legs spread. Jaw slack. Head thrown back. Whole body nearly squirming on the bed. Savoring every second.

Or fuck it, maybe I want a nasty nasty Bucky. Now this one may be a tad bit too far thought I have sort of wrote about it before but super territorial Bucky. Jealous Bucky. Bucky who drags you off to his room and strips you down to nothing, pulling his cock out while keeping his clothes on, jerking off and cumming all over your body just to mark you. I'm talking spread out on the floor while he towers over you and demands you to spread your legs open so he can make a mess anywhere he pleases.

I can't write, can't finish anything for shit rn, also why have I just not updated my masterlist?? tf.

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honeybleed · 7 months

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— ★ LOST IN TRANSLATION // TAKUMA INO

content & warnings: female reader, she/her pronouns, black-coded reader, smut (oral, f.receiving), fluff i never know what to tag shit😭 mdni

author’s note: bestie told the ino gworlies to get on their zoom so here i am WOOP also dis been driving me nuts

word count: 1.1k

"I wanna marry her, Nanami." He said, firmly.

Nanami’s eyebrows furrowed.

Why was his twenty one year old associate talking about marriage at this age?

"What...right now?" Nanami questioned, voice still retaining his typical sternness but completely caught off guard by his statement.

"Yeah...I just, she feels right."

"What made you come to that conclusion?" Nanami asked, taking a sip from the glass in front of him.

"I...remember we went out together and went on the ferris wheel. She’s just so-"

"That's nice and all, but i hope you realise how big of a step marriage is." Nanami chided. "Don’t you think to propose out of nowhere would freak her out?"

"I know! That’s why I came to you." He whined. "I don't wanna lose her but damn it what if this jujutsu crap kills me one day? I want her! She’s my other, half Nanami."

Nanami let out a whistle.

"You're in deep, aren't you? You want my advice so bad? Even if it doesn't align with what you want?"

"Well, yeah!"

"Don't."

"Huh-?"

"Maybe it's the old-fashioned side of me but don’t get married until you have a real home, a real job and you're not blinded by lust."

"...I can't."

Your chest was heaving, your toes were curled and your hands were firmly gripping the sheets.

"Sure you can." he said a little muffled against you.

"Quit back talking during sex." You huffed.

"M'sorry." He mumbled, then continued suckling at your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your back arched and you squinted your eyes shut, feeling your high approach you.

He went lower to lick stripes downwards which caused your thighs to uncontrollably quiver. alternating between sucking and kissing, he increased his speed which sent you hurtling towards your climax.

"You taste so good..." he murmured. "Could stay between your thighs forever."

You saw white spots in your vision and cried out something you instantly regretted as soon as your body went limp.

Ino slowly pulled away from wet, swollen and sticky entrance and met your eyes with a bewildered look.

His unkempt brown locks looked even more dishevelled than usual and his mouth was sheeny from your essence.

You hand flew to your mouth when you gained clarity.

"Did you just say that you love me...?" He questioned, pupils dilated.

Your mouth went dry.

It was heat of the moment. How could you love a man you'd been seeing for a few weeks? There was dozens of explanations swirling around your head.

You didn't want to drive him away.

"Mhm...I got too into it. I’m sorry-"

"Why are you apologising?"

"...Are you gonna leave me?"

"Why would i leave you?"

"Cos guys hate clingy girls."

"It’s just a lot." He said, a little lowly. "I’m gonna go shower."

You were absolutely mortified. Confessing during an orgasm then getting the most awkward response ever? You wanted the ground to swallow you up whole.

As Ino stood outside the high rise building, two thoughts crossed his mind. Firstly, why'd his girlfriend have to work at the most boujee place in town?

He could see you approaching from the glass doors in the lobby. God damn it, how did you look even more sexier at work?

White blouse and black mid skirt hugging your ass. He hoped you didn't have a male boss.

You had a concerned look on your face as your arms were folded. As soon as you arrived, you shut down his jovial greeting as you grabbed his arm and yanked him towards an inconspicuous corner.

"Ino, what the hell are you doing here?!" You hissed through gritted teeth. "I had to stop my bitch supervisor from getting the security guards to rough up a suspicious looking vagrant."

"What?! You heard that and thought it was me?!"

"No dummy, I looked out the window." You retorted.

He twisted his lips to the side.

"I thought you'd be happy to see me.." He said a little sheepishly.

"Under normal circumstances, yes. But a) I have not heard from you in days and b) you can't just turn up in the middle of my work shift dressed like, this." You stated as you gestured to his trainers, beanie and sweatpants.

"I'm sorry, k? I just got caught up with stuff." He mumbled, as he nervously rubbed the nape of his neck at your scolding.

"That’s not good enough of an excuse. The least you could've done was text me saying you're busy." You said, haughtily. You averted your gaze for your next sentence.

"I thought you ghosted me."

"What?! No! I-”

"Well, it sure felt like that! I’m sorry for saying that, I got a little caught in the moment but I don't deserve to be treated like that."

"Wait, Y/N. I acted lame because that was the first time a girl ever confessed that to me. n I suppose it was a little unconventional since it was when I was going down on you-"

"Keep your voice, DOWN." You hissed.

"There's nobody here!" He pouted. "But I’m sorry, you're right. I'll never do something stupid like that again. and... I love you too Y/N. So much."

Your jaw went slack as you were beyond caught off guard at his confession.

"Hell, I even went to Nanami and told him I wanted to marry you."

"W-what did he say?"

"I think he knew we both are bein' a little impulsive right now."

"It's been a few weeks so... I guess we're in over our heads with this. Let's give it more time for things and maybe then we can think about it."

"Be more honest with me, Kuma." You said, returning to the nickname you fondly gave him. "You don't need to go to Nanami for advice about me, you know."

"It wasn't about you, I have my old man but Nanami is a good male figure to me. He told me he'd only get married if he could provide for his woman so...when I make a lotta money! And have a big ass house, I want you to be my wife."

"If you want to!" He said hurriedly. "Of course, cos if you say no that's cool, well not cool but I’d understa-"

He was cut off when you leaned in to crush your lips against his. His body was rigid but he immediately relaxed and settled his hands on your waist.

You pulled away, lips barely inches apart.

"I’d love to." You whispered beaming.

author’s note: not tew fond on the ending ☠️ like i gotta remind myself this is FAN FICTION. but yes i live in a world where a man wanna marry yew if the coochie dat good LMFAOOOOO MI BODY RIGHT PUNANI TIGHT also kuma is cute since it means bear kay bye

#jjk x reader #jjk x black reader #jjk x female reader #takuma ino #takuma ino x reader #jjk smut #jjk fanfic #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ nara scribbles

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bowandcurtsey · 4 months

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Hi sweetheart thank you for requesting this! <3 I'm sorry it took so long but Merry Christmas!!

Also I love this request, it's kinda new for me although yes I do get turned on by voices and dirty talks („ಡωಡ„)

brb cause i'm feeling the heat writing this piece. Characters: Yami, Zora, Magna x f! reader tw: nsfw, dirty talking, maybe degrading, minors dni, unchecked works

Yami Sukehiro

This man is the king of dirty talking. Yea, all that man does is talk shit in his fucking sexy low gruffy voice.

But he knows he's good at it. He knows his effect one you. And boy is he going to use it to his advantage in bed all the time, he won't stop from the start till the end.

One moment he's taunting you, "oh, can't get enough of me, princess?" "you're clenching onto me so tightly" "I just got in and you're cumming? again?"

The next moment he's all praises like he's so drunk on you, "fuck, what a pretty angel." "good girl taking me so well now,"

But whatever he says he can feel your hungry and weeping cunt swallowing whatever he's thrusting into you. He loves it and absolutely gets on from it.

When Yami's mad at you, boy oh boy you gotta get ready for a little degrading, girl.

"does ____ know you get all wet like this for me? You pussy is leaking just from me touching you like this?"

"So you wanna show everyone how slutty you can be, princess? Better be able to take it."

The fact that he could make you a hot wet mess, and the fact that you want to hear him praise, tease or scold you, and how you cum oh so hard from all of this, he's fucking intoxicated with just the idea of it. And let's face it, he's a hot mess for you too. ;)

Zora Ideale

Can't say anything nice and sometimes it ticks you off but he's just so fucking good at it you can't help but just be a good girl for him.

"Cumming already? my girl so needy huh?"

Slows down just as you're reaching your high and just shrugs, "hmm? the nights still early babe."

Keeps you waiting because he loves it when you get annoyed but then your desires get over you and you whine just for him.

"wanna cum?" "you know i love it when you bite that lower lip,"

"tell me, what you want, in your big girl words,"

and then he finally lets you cum, and you jolt from the wave of euphoria, he loves watching you roll your eyes and curse at him.

"i got you baby, I got you,"

And that won't be the end.

Loves edging you on because he absolutely knows his power over you. His mission is to make you cum multiple times until you squirt.

"one more baby, one more for me, wanna see you squirt all over me," he would lick the shell of your ear while pounding into you.

he's just so annoying but yet your body just reacts to him and you just reach your high again and again.

Magna Swing

Doesn't look like it but he likes to whisper dirty things in your ear at random times of the day.

But oh his moans and groans are so fucking sexy. You make him feel so good and he doesn't hide the way you intoxicate him.

"fuck baby, you're so tight fr me..." his words would slur and his tone goes one tone lower.

he whimpers a little when you go down on him, "hngg.. my good girl.."

he loves being in a position that he can be close to your ears and he says all the filth because he knows how much you like it.

he would be behind you, thrusting into you, "moan louder baby, i love it when you moan for me."

"yea? that feels good huh? you want more?"

"go on, cum on my dick, milk me baby."

and whenever you cum, he goes into a frenzy.

"hnngg, so good huh? mhmm, so tight, so fucking tight, my good girl..." he would go into a low growl.

he has great stamina as well, and would keep asking you to go for rounds.

"you say you can't, but you're already clenching on me again, love." he would press kisses to your shoulders and neck.

"one more? you can do it baby, my good angel. one more."

of course you would, with the way his voice melts you, how can you not?

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olderthannetfic · 1 year

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I deeply do not understand fandom creators who try to get people to stop reposting their creations on platforms where the OP doesn’t have an account. Asking people to credit them - absolutely! It’s reasonable to want credit for your work. But to insist that the work only be appreciated by people who have accounts on the exact platform the OP has? And to ask followers to harass any re-posters en-masse until the re-poster and all rebloggers delete the content? I’m baffled by this.

How is fans sharing your work and linking fellow fans back to your account a *bad* thing?!

Are you new?

Most creators don't want their work reposted. They may appreciate shares from Youtube and the like. They certainly do not appreciate someone making a separate video upload or whatever.

Fandom creators are even warier, particularly about their work escaping its intended context and finding hostile outsiders. Of fucking course they do not want their work on some other platform. That's the way to get waves of harassment sent back towards that fandom creator. It also often involves lots of asspats for the reposter and nothing for the creator.

I have no sympathy for reposters crying that they got harassed over art theft. Stop stealing if you can't take the heat, asshole!

Maximum audience is what shitty influencers want. It is not the ethos of fandom. Some people seek fandom fame more than others, but there has always been a strong sense of finding your corner, not of trying to get your shit out to the entire world.

WHY THE FUCK would I care about people needing the "convenience" of my fic on their own platform of choice? I use AO3 because I support AO3. I loathe Wattpad and will certainly not want to increase its popularity with my free labor and my content.

Yes, it does annoy me when people screenshot this blog and put it on twitter. I am intentionally not on twitter because twitter is garbage. I have no desire for my own writing to increase twitter's relevance. Fandom should stop treating twitter like The Place To Be. If people feel like they're missing out by being there and not here, good!

And obviously, I roll my eyes when some attention-seeker posts my shit to reddit and gets eighty billion upvotes. If you love me so much, go give my reddit account that karma. (If you're doing your own hobbydrama writeup or something, that's different though. I'm talking about c&p posts with little of your own content.)

There are different ways of sharing, and some of them are more annoying than others. Some platforms are irrelevant to a creator, while others they actively oppose being popular. Nobody is going to know or care if you post some fan art to a private discord with your friends.

Have some god damn sense, anon.

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mamawasatesttube · 3 months

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ok i put a longer post abt tim's Emotional State in drafts for when my brain is less melted but re: tim and going to college im just gonna get a lil silly with it. hear me out.

i have this whole vague story in my mind for tim's college days moonlighting as red robin as he tries and figures out what he wants out of life. (it's a while after rr leaves off and all because he's like. Super Depressed for a hot minute and then has to drag himself through actually bothering to get his GED and applying to college, etc., but eventually lucius is like hey. you're great with gadgets, and you clearly love tinkering. i'd hire you for r&d in a heartbeat but you need at the least a bachelor's of engineering. i know you have a lot of the technical skills, but you need a degree. so tim goes ugh fine i'll get a goddamn engineering degree how hard can it possibly be.)

anyways. i think it's a universal experience that if you go to college and you hang with the STEM crowd, you will unfortunately get to know at least one Fucking Guy. it's like brentwood arc; tim does make friends, but there is just this One Fucking Guy he cannot stand and will never stand. this Fucking Guy is in the common room playing his guitar at midnight. he's drunk and yelling and laughing really loud when people have exams coming up. he's convinced everyone adores him. there's also a detective/supernatural plot going on. the subplot is just that tim hates This Fucking Guy.

at some point, there's a story beat where he as red robin has to rescue That Fucking Guy from a real dicey situation, and That Fucking Guy is really shaken and grateful to him, and he's like okay. maybe. maybe we are making progress. but then the next time he encounters This Fucking Guy as tim drake, the guy is just like. "ohhhh hey drake you missed it last night, it was AWESOME!!! i had to save red robin from a KILLER ROBOT. he's pretty cool though i guess. i bet you wish you could be more like him huh??" and tim is just. I Will Not Grind My Teeth About This. I Will Not. his life is a fucking joke. he dismantles the toaster oven in the common room kitchen to cope. it's definitely to cope and not just so that That Fucking Guy won't be able to heat up his pop tarts in the morning.

at another point, This Fucking Guy looks at street mode, lowkey, unremarkable Normal Car-looking redbird and goes, aw, dude, i thought your dad is loaded?? he only got you a generic-ass sedan?? that sucks lol, if you want we can take my car down to the game instead. and tim is just Say One More Fucking Word About My Baby I Dare You I Fucking Dare You One More Fucking Word.

(also i like to toy with the idea of this being a university in metropolis - he's out of gotham, but not too far. keeps him from getting antsy about what if he's needed because he can get right back over there. and in the meantime, he can hang out with kon and kara a lot, and occasionally enable and be enabled by lois lane and her snooping habits. there's another subplot in which tim and lois get up to shenanigans. at least once.)

it's sort of an introspective thing of him trying to come to terms with the way he no longer wants a fully normal life the way he always used to assume he would - he has the option to walk away from the cape now, like he always thought he would one day, but he just can't give it up anymore. he's fallen into the same black hole he watched dick and bruce dive headlong into. it's also about him finding joy in tinkering and working with his hands and getting to spend more time as tim drake first and foremost. and it's about him venting to kon about That Fucking Guy while they have a lil picnic on the green while kon loses his absolute shit laughing. all against the backdrop of a little mystery or something. <3

OH and also, most importantly. zoanne wilkins is there and laughing at him for assuming college would be easy. and kon gets her into wendy the werewolf stalker. My City Now.

#rimi talks #rambles #tim #like.... do u see the vision. there are emotions underneath here #but right now i have a migraine so its silly time first and foremost. Tim Hates That Fucking Guy #we've all known a Fucking Guy right? im pretty sure its a universal experience.#the stories i could tell about the Fucking Guy i knew. man.

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cozymoko · 10 months

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You wanted requests, right? So what if it was the other way around? Yandere Siyun Baek having to take care of his girlfriend that got sick?

(I hope this requests isn't too boring, love your blog btw ❤❤)

SIYUN BAEK WITH A SICK S/O

Manhwa: “Dreaming Freedom” ~~~~!

Note: Its perfect! Thank you for requesting! Also thank you for reading, you made my day. ♡

Pairing: Siyun Baek x female! reader

Format: Headcanons; 2nd person

WARNING(S): Yandere themes, obsession, mild spoilers

Word Count: ???

It's ALLERGY and/or FLU SEASON, and unfortunately, you've fallen very ill. Best case scenario you'll have a cold and nothing more; a high fever at the worst. But either way, Siyun isn't complaining.

You can't go anywhere? Great! You feel like absolute shit and can barely move from your bed? Oh my, even better! Besides working out, Siyun doesn't have much to pass his time with. He's lonely without you, often finding himself watching the clock, counting the minutes — seconds before you return to him.

But seeing you tucked tightly beneath the pastel duvet, wrapped in a small cocoon. Your cheeks lightly flushed a rather feverish hue, as ragged breaths slipped past your dry lips. Call him crazy but you're absolutely adorable. He could hardly keep his hands to himself!

“Y'know, you look really cute like this {Name}.”

You huffed, “You almost look happy that I'm in this situation.” With a light shove, you pushed his face away from your own for what felt like the thousandth time. Finally ditching the thick sheets, you turn away from him, welcoming the chilled puffs of air to your warm skin.

“Would you be mad if I said I was?” Siyun asked, snaking his arms around your waist, pressing his cheek into the tender skin of your own. “God, you're adorable...”

“Yes. Now, let go; I'm burning up.”

Siyun is CLINGY as it is. Therefore, you being bedridden to some degree is right up his alley. Personal space has never been a thing in your relationship, and he's not going to let a little flu stop him. Embracing you, suffocating you with his body; it's all too easy! Pressing sweet, chaste kisses along the warm skin of your neck. Sneakily, dragging his slender fingers beneath the flimsy silk of your pajamas.

In all honesty, he'd rather have you stay at his house until you feel well again. It works pretty well, convenience-wise. It stops him from wrenching your door open, occupying your home with the crying of loud unwavering hinges. Or perhaps even sneaking through your window.

You being so vulnerable excites him in more ways than he'd care to admit. He truly is a pervert. Chewing on his pink lips, even digging his nails into his milky skin, no longer seems to be enough. Though his desires are anything but malicious, Siyun can't help the wandering of his young mind to many, many impure places.

Your parents already adore him, let's be honest! Thus, convincing them to let you stay the night or week should be a piece of cake. It's almost scary, the way he speaks to your parents; so polite and dare I say perfect. It's truly no surprise that he was a former idol, a famous one at that. How could your adoring mother and father not allow such a kind man to nurture and care for your well-being?

Siyun brings your head to his chest, relishing in the heat you radiate. His hands had fallen past your waist, toying with the thin band of your thin shorts. You give his chest a weak push, as a pitiful attempt to distance yourself. But it was no use, he merely pulled you closer, much to your dismay.

“Siyun...” You breathed out, weakly clawing at his slender hands. “Stop this, you're going to get sick.”

He hummed, “Is that so?” Though his hands showed no sign of leaving your waist. Instead, they tugged you flush against his chest with a low chuckle. Warm breath tickled the back of your neck, making you tense in anticipation.

“Then I guess we're just gonna have to be sick together~!” ♡

Let's say you're a STUDENT; high school or college, it's your choice. And due to your abrupt sickness, you're bound to miss at least a handful of classes. But fret not my dear, your classmates are itching to help you out. I mean, you're dating the Siyun Baek after all, just a glance at him could send anything girl into a frenzy!

Thankfully, your teacher settled for your seatmate. A kind, extroverted guy who you got along with quite well. He had managed to get your number due to a recent project and was quick to alert you of his unexpected arrival.

[CHOI BYUNG-CHUL]

➤ Heya [Last Name], the teacher asked me to bring sum missin assignments to ur place. Is that okey with u?

SENT; 17:23

You snort at the scrambled characters, finding some charm amongst the male's easy mistakes. It wasn't something unusual as he was an infamous clutz in your class. So he was likely texting while typing, again. Your fingers hover over the luminous keyboard, before eventually sending him a simple response.

[YOU] ➤ Yeah, it's fine lol. But I'm not home so come to this address “XX XXXX Avenue/Drive/Street” SENT; 17:25

➤ Have a safe trip. :)

SENT; 17:25

While immersed in your phone, you had yet to notice a certain someone looming over you in displeasure. From lack of attention, perhaps. But you had never been one to allow technology to soak up your time, nonetheless when you're ill. So who could possibly be taking up your time? He pondered, glaring hard at the device resting on your hand.

Pulling back the covers, Siyun moved to join you beneath the spotless sheets of the mattress. The dipping of the bed didn't bother you, let alone pull you from the flashing screen of your phone. The ex-idol sighed loudly, shifting to take the pesky item from your protective grip. Only to be brushed off by a bored, dismissive hand.

He. Was. Livid.

“Babe~!” Siyun cooed, though his tone lacked even an ounce of playfulness. “What on your phone could possibly be so damn interestin—” DING DONG!

Whew! Saved by the bell.

“I'll get it.” He murmured under his breath, tossing the thick duvet to the side. The man was quick to leave in long, haste strides, but not before his eyes flicked to your stunned form one last time.

Now, Siyun had expected a lot of things, but this surely wasn't one of them. A shorter male, about five feet seven inches, no older than nineteen was at his door. His mousy brown hair was a mess, and he had a lightly tinted folder tucked tightly beneath his arm.

“H-hi, I'm one of [Last Name]'s classmates and I brought some papers to her.” Byung-Chul commenced, frantically unzipping the top of his backpack. “She — uhm, texted me this address.”

Oh, now it all made sense. The persistent flashing of your phone, snatching your attention right from his grasp. The lighthearted giggles that'd leave your mouth ever so often. Friendly, that they were. Giggles that held no sense of love; merely admiration and glee. Even so, it wasn't good enough.

One could say the latter is quite bitter. And if If looks could kill, your friend would be six — no, ten feet under! And that's being generous. But Siyun knows better than to let his bad side show. Heh, who am I kidding?

A faux smile tugged at the corner of his lips, one he was all too familiar with using. “Ah, I see. Thanks for coming...?”

“Choi Byung-Chul!” He chirped, handing the papers to the former idols' outstretched hand.

“Heh, right,” Siyun scoffs, disinterested. He lazily takes the folder from the male, leaning in a bit too close for comfort. “Since you're already here, I have a little favor for you. If you're up for it.”

“I...um — yeah, sure,” Byung-Chul stammered, looking over the time blaring from the smartwatch adorning his wrist. “I can spare a few minutes. What's up—?”

A sharp pain shot through the poor man's abdomen in mere seconds, sending him crumbling to his knees. Siyun loosely shook his wrist in the air, allowing the gentle breeze to cool the slight stinting of his knuckles. A cold, lifeless expression grazed the face of the once-beloved idol as he watched the man wither beneath his gaze.

“Stay away from [Name]. I wouldn't want anyth ing bad to happen to you~!”

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serotonins-stuff · 1 year

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"Bend over f'me?" | K.bakugo

~ slight nsfw

♡︎ Sypnosis: In which you ask your boyfriend for some fashion advice on Facetime but he can't handle the heat.

♡︎ F! Reader

♡︎ Mdni

♡︎ Aged up characters ofc

(Lowkey feel like Bakugo would actually give good fashion advice.)

Mina invited you to a night out with the girls but you had absolutely no idea what to wear. The only other option you had was to facetime your boyfriend Bakugo for some advice.

"How do I look Katsu?" you asked standing in front of the camera. Currently you were wearing the sleeveless black turtleneck that Bakugo chose. It was really short and squeezed you in all the right places. What Katsuki loved about it most is that it had an open back.

He didn't want to help you do this because he knew he wouldn't be able to conatin himself.

"Why are you so pretty woman?" He groaned in frustration causing you to giggle at him. "Do you really have t'go?"

You knew he was getting hot and bothered, you would help him through the screen if it wasn't going to result in you being late.

"Yes I do" you said pulling out your makeuo bag "What, do you have something better in mind?"

"Yeah I do, and it's better than some lame party" he scoffed.

"And what would that be?"

"For starters, you could come over to my place so we can watch a movie. Then halfway through, I'll put my hand on your thigh and we'll start making out and shit then suddenly,my face will be between your soft and sweet-."

"Kat" you warned him with a giggle "behave"

He shrugged his shoulders. "How can I when you're lookin so pretty?"

"Stop being a horndog and help me pick shoes." You wagged your finger at the screen.

"Black boots obliviously, and those nice see through stockings you've got"

You collected the items he listed and appeared in front of the camera one more time and he let out a satisfied hum.

"It's missin somethin" he raises a brow, looking intensely at his screen. "Lemme see the back?"

You do as you were told and turn around, facing your backside to the camera.

"Bend over f'me?"

"Kat you better no-"

"Stop yappin and do it, I wanna see something"

You sighed and shook your head with a scoff, bending over to reveal the black tights that you wore underneath.

"Baby what's the point of this" you shrugged your shoulders dramatically.

"Just wanna make sure no one will be able to sneak a peak" he took a bite of the snack he was eating, letting out a little huff of laughter "And I also just wanted to stare at your ass"

"Why am I suprised" you stood upright taking the phone over to your vanity table to ally makeup. "What lipstick color should I choose?"

"Red" he said with no hesitation at all. To you he was just helping you choose a lipstick color but to him it meant so much more. He so desperately wanted to see that red lipstick smugged all over his chest and shoulders while you beg him to go faster. Your beautiful sounds making his mind go haywire. Maybe he could even-

"You still there?" you cut off his lewd thoughts when you heard him go quiet and his breathing pattern changed.

"Yeah I am" he paused immediately, realizing that he had been palming himself through his sweatpants the whole time. The big bulge that formed was definitely hard for him to ignore. His balls were aching and it hurt to move them.

He'd have to take the longest shower on earth.

"Were you touching yourself just now?" You mused.

"And what if I was?"

"Ok here's a deal, after you fetch me from the party how about we go back to your place and have some fun?"

He whinned impatiently from the other side "Only if you promise not to get drunk"

"I promise"

"If sense the tinest bit of drunk from ya, I'm sending your ass to sleep got it?"

"I get it Katsuki"

He was still shifting uncomfortablly just watching you get ready, you hips swaying whenever you stood up and your bare back asking to be broken.

When you were finally done he couldn't help but let a sigh of relief escape him.

"I'll see you later ok?" You blew a kiss to him and he caught it

"Call me when you're done, and make to take your pepperspray" he said

He knew your were fully capable of taking care of yourself. Which is why he trusted you going out. He's seen you kick ass first hand and he wasn't disappointed.

"Don't miss me too much" you teased once more.

"Already am" he sighed and the call ended.

This was going to be a long night.

Thank you for the support!!

Requests are open!!

#my hero acedamia #imagine #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo smut #mha smut #serotonins stuff

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grandlinedreams · 6 months

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Hii!!

Could you maybe write about Kid and how everyone thinks he would be really bad at taking care of people but then reader gets sick and he takes care of them surprisingly well?? Thank you!

I think I've said this before but ough, sickfics my beloved,,,yes i absolutely can and I hope I do this justice for you!!

[Heads up!: comfort, sickfic so mention of being sick, Kid is an awkward grump but we love him]

You're sick.

That much is clear, from the fevered flush of your cheeks to the ragged cough that wracks your body ㅡ you're attempting to fight some kind of illness, and it's kicking your ass at the moment.

And truthfully, Kid doesn't know what to do. He can't yell at you to simply "get better", because that doesn't work. He's good at fighting physical enemies, not invisible ones. He has a couple hazy memories of being sick as a kid, but whatever had been used to help is beyond recall.

Kid also isn't used to feeling helpless, and it's beyond frustrating ㅡ if Heat, Wire, and Killer notice the increase in short-fused outbursts of temper, they wisely say nothing.

And despite knowing it's unwise to be around someone who's sick, Kid finds himself checking in on you frequently, even though he grumbles an excuse of, "Don't need you dying on my ship and creating more trouble."

"Sorry," you manage between breathy wheezes, "for getting sick."

If you were truly sorry, you wouldn't be sick in the first place and making Kid do something as lousy as worry the way he is. But he bites back the scathing comments and sharp sarcasm, tries for a gentler approach.

"Just get better," he says gruffly, leaning back in his chair. When you wake next to a cold cloth on your forehead and a glass of water nearby, Kid is conspicuously missing.

He's not the doting type nor is he particularly sentimental, but he does care and he's trying ㅡ especially because you don't seem to be getting any better.

There's the brief thought that you're dying, but Kid dismisses it quickly. There's absolutely no way you're going to let something as insignificant as this take you out. That's dumb.

But it's also clear you need actual medical attention, so when they reach the next port, Kid takes you into the nearest town in search of a doctor.

You're so tiny compared to him, made even frailer for how weak you are at the moment, and it stirs something in Kid that he isn't sure how to handle. He cares, of course, you're part of his crew ㅡ and if there's more to it, he'll deal with it later.

Luckily a doctor diagnoses you quickly, sends the two of you on your way with a brown paper bag of medicine and instructions on how to make sure it helps.

It's funny to see Kid so focused on getting the dosage right, eyes narrowed in concentration and lips pulled in a scowl that deepens when you eye the glass with disgust.

"That looks horrible," you protest, the cloudy water making your stomach roll the way it has for the last few days.

"You'll take the damn medicine," Kid snaps, "and stop complaining! This shit was expensive, damn it!" (He paid for it. Granted it was with questionably obtained beri, but he did pay for it.)

You have it in you to scowl before you take the glass, swallowing hard before you down it. It's vile, wretched stuff that threatens to come back up ㅡ but you manage to keep it down.

It takes a few days, but you do get better. The fever goes down, color returns to your face ㅡ and though the cough lingers, it's far less intense than it was.

Kid won't say it outright, but he's relieved when you finally feel good enough to get out of bed and resume your usual duties. And if he's a little softer, a little gentler around you, he makes it clear you're not to speak a word about it to the others.

(As if you need to. They knew way before he did, and still have a betting pool on how long it'll be before he actually tells you how he feels.)

#ㅡmine.#one piece x reader #one piece scenario #eustass kid x reader #kid x reader #ㅡanswered.#anonymous

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ghouljams · 4 months

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GHOUL I WOULD LIKE YOUR ABO THOUGHTS PLEASE HOWEVER ILLEGAL AND UNLIKEABLE THEY MAY BE THANKS MOM

.....OK so my absolute favorite interpretation of a/b/o comes from a wtnv fic but the basics of the dynamics are explained by the author here. This fic and interpretation honestly changed the way I thought about a/b/o fics entirely, I can't go back to the usual alpha/omega stuff because the world building was just *chefs kiss* so good and I'll never get it anywhere else.

All that to say, even though I think my interpretations of the characters falls in line with what people usually think of as their endotypes(a/b/o type) boy howdy I have a very different reasoning behind it. A/B/O thoughts under the cut.

So..... we can start with the easy ones.

Price is an alpha. Bedrock of the 141, he's making sure all of his ducks are in a row. He has a desperate intrinsic need to make sure his pack is well taken care of and settled, he tries not to be overbearing but if threatened even an old dog bears its teeth. Price is an alpha through and through, so he tends to get stressed when his pack is out of sorts but he's also the fastest to take charge in a crisis.

Gaz is a beta, likely on the alpha end of the spectrum but I think he's close to a true beta. He'd unflappable, the person you want in a crisis because he will jump to trying to solve it instead of panicking. I think Gaz has the privilege of being able to sort of peak at both sides of the spectrum, and he's able to charm both alphas and omegas.

König is an alpha, probably the highest spectrum alpha around. The man screams alpha, he's the stereotype. Except that he isn't. He doesn't seem particularly eager to pack bond with anyone, so his protective instincts always ring sort of hollow. He's definitely got the same itch Price does but he's highly selective with it, he doesn't want to waste his care on people that won't stick around and being a mercenary means a revolving door of people and no solid pack. It makes him anxious but he can't tell the rest of KorTac that...

Soap... hm, I want to say Soap is an omega. Emotional regulator of the pack, usually the one keeping the rest in line. I do think he has what would be considered a "typical" omega demeanor but he also could not emotionally regulate his way out of a box. I think he's a high alpha spectrum beta who's from a big family, meaning he's wrapped himself up in omega mannerisms to seem less threatening to pack order. He fits in well in the military because he doesn't want to take over the pack, but still has that alpha proclivity towards protecting his own. He's another bedrock addition to a pack without threatening anyone's position, and his ability to blend in with omegas is absolutely invaluable.

Ghost, oh Ghost... this is where I think I might be insane. I think Ghost has a hormonal issue. I think he presented as an omega and that wasn't going to fly in the Riley household so he forced himself to act like an alpha and wouldn't you know it his hormones flipped after a year or so. Great now he's an alpha! He joins the military, earns his stripes, a year or two go by and oops his hormones have flipped again. Just in time to go home and fix his family because the omega nesting instinct is in full effect. Another hormone flip a few years later and he's an alpha again, he gets back in the service and shit hits the fan, he feels good(with his hormones) feels settled(its been a while since his last switch), he goes home to find his family dead and another hormone flip happens. He joins the 141 with a designation as an alpha and he plays the part well, takes the suppressants, hides his heats, waits for the next flip to happen. Price knows, medical knows, Soap and Gaz can guess, but it's strictly off the record. The best guess is that it's a stress response, but at this point Ghost is just living with it. People assume he's an alpha because of his size and strength(neither of which go away when his hormones flip) so it's easy to hide but it does make him irritable. While he's an omega he's the emotional regulation of the pack, sits on the couch and purrs silently while Gaz and Soap sleep on either side of him. He plucks nervously at the blankets and pillows, nesting around the sleeping sergeants. He usually spends his heats alone because he tends to get... aggressive. He's not looking for sex he's looking for a fight and it's better for him to lock himself away than deal with accidentally killing a recruit. Sometimes someone else in the 141 will sneak in to help Ghost out, and they'll be sore for days.

#ghoul speaks #a/b/o #uuuuh i know the darlings endotypes too and theyre not surprising #to no ones surprise i think goose is an alpha

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vshthestmpede · 1 year

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Hey there buuuuddy?!

Could we get headcanons or a little drabble for vash meryl knives and nikc (separately) hearing their s/o singing for the first time? Maybe they are cleaning or doing something and mindlessly singing whatever song thats in their head and the crew is just stands there listening before making themselves known?

If not thats fine too! Thank youuuu 💕

the melody of love - vash, meryl, knives, wolfwood

word count; 1,090

warnings; none!

note; thank you all for your patience! i've finally gotten my hands on more free time and i was absolutely smitten with this idea! also: i have just requested to join ao3, so i do hope to have an account soon to post these works and other trigun / multifandom works if anyone is interested! i'll keep you all in the loop as to when i create it <3

i totally had the song "my muse" by owl city in mind when writing this(i think it works so well with knives' part tbh) so if you wish to listen to it while reading, be my guest but i didn't add any specific song within the piece so it can be flexible!

crossposted on ao3

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VASH

you were kneeling in front of him, his prosthetic arm cradled gently in your lap as you tinkered with the mechanics. vash tried to focus on cleaning his gun but his eyes kept wandering over to you. he would murmur a reminder to watch your posture every now and then, to which you would hum in response as you straightened your back and rolled your shoulders.

as you became more engrossed in your work, you began to hum softly to yourself to fill the silence in the room. your hums gradually grew into quiet singing, your concentration fully turned to the joints of the fingers and how stiff they were.

vash, however, had completely lost track of where he was in his task as he watched you, admiring you and your voice. he didn't speak up even as you finished one song and moved onto another, relishing the sweet sound.

"alright, all do-" you stopped short as you found vash already staring at you when you looked up, a goofy smile on his face. "you alright, lovebug?"

vash nodded. "you have a beautiful singing voice, (name). could you sing for me more?"

you faltered as all the heat rushed to your face, mumbling to yourself as you reattached vash's arm to his body. you could feel his eyes on you as he awaited an answer even as you sat back down.

"please, my mayfly?"

shit.

you were always a sucker for the name let alone when he paired it with that innocent (but knowing) begging voice.

"fine," you caved, "but you can't tell anyone about this, you hear?"

MERYL

you were doing laundry in the latest motel the crew had found, neatly folding meryl's clothes as she was (supposedly) helping the boys plan for the next stretch of the journey. you hummed to yourself, getting lost in the repeated movement.

your hums gradually evolved into soft singing, so lost in your own world that you didn't hear meryl enter the laundry room. she leaned on the doorframe, crossing her arms over her chest as she watched you sway to the sound of your own voice.

"you should sing more, my love," she piped up as you trailed off, laughing when your shoulders tensed. "you have a lovely voice."

you relaxed a bit as she sidled up to you, grabbing a shirt from the pile and folding it. you refused to look at her, the red tint of embarrassment still painting your face. she didn't say anything but instead began to hum a tune of her own.

reluctantly, you joined her and the laundry was soon forgotten as she took you in her arms and lead you in an impromptu dance around the room. you laughed as she spun you and you joined in on her antics, taking her by surprise by dipping her.

"you always find a way to make me fall more and more in love with you," meryl teased as you slowly pulled her back up, one of her hands cradling your face while the other gripped your bicep. "please sing for me more often, my love."

"only for you," you promised, leaning in and pressing your lips to hers.

WOLFWOOD

you swore he was asleep.

with how much wolfwood teased you already, the last thing you wanted to do was give him more things to poke at you for. he was relentless as is but you figured he would have to run out of material sooner or later.

with a book in one hand and the other tangled in your boyfriend's hair with his head in your lap, you were quietly singing the song on your mind as you read. your breath caught in your throat when your eyes drifted from the book to see nicholas watching you out of the corner of his eye, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"you jerk," you muttered, pulling your hand away from his hair. "you could've told me you were awake."

nicholas moved from your lap to his pillow, his eyes squeezing shut as he yawned. "then i wouldn't have heard you sing that song."

you tried to keep your focus on your book, preparing for him to start making fun of your voice or something but he reached over and plucked the book from your hands.

"hey!" you protested as he tossed it onto the bedside table. as you reached over him, he took your arm and pulled you down into him, encasing you in his arms. "nico!"

"let me hear that beautiful voice again, my star."

you stopped struggling with him and pressed your lips in a tight line, warmth spreading through your cheeks.

"you're not going to make fun of me?" you asked and nicholas chuckled. "i knew it!"

"my star, you and i both know my teasing is only an indicator of my love for you." you were stunned into silence so he continued, "now, please, can you sing that song for me again?"

KNIVES

given that the only time you could really find privacy with knives was in his piano room, you spent a lot of time surrounded by music and the pieces he would make.

between grandiose and simplistic, most you ended up committing to memory with how many times you heard them. you loved watching him come up with new things to play and seeing the creative side of knives shine.

one particular melody, a simple one that was sweeter on the ears, was one he kept playing more frequently to the point where your mind would start to try and put words to it. curled up in a nearby chair with notebook in hand, you experimented with sets of lyrics to pair with his playing.

after writing a few verses, you would quietly sing them to yourself to get the feel of them before you would start the next verse or start over.

"i like that line, sunshine. keep that one," knives piped up, his fingers still dancing over the keys. you froze and stared at him with wide eyes. "what's the next line?"

"i-i don't know," you stammered, your hands gripping the notebook tightly. "haven't thought that far."

the melody was at it's softest at this point and knives was looking at you with a small smile. you blushed at the sight, always over the moon to be the one who gets to see this side of knives.

"c'mere." he patted the spot on the bench next to him. "let's come up with something together."

you joined him silently and he took your notebook, placing it next to the sheets of music in front of you. he nudged your shoulder encouragingly before starting over, listening as you started from the beginning.

as you reached the end of your lyrics, you noticed knives was humming along.

"you really have a gift, sunshine," he commented as he continued. "i can't wait to hear it when it's finished."

#trigun #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #meryl stryfe #nicholas d. wolfwood x reader #nicholas d. wolfwood #millions knives x reader #knives millions #millions knives #meryl stryfe x reader #vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader

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foolforharrry · 11 months

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H. S.

Word Count: 1.5k words

Summary: Fluff and Harry personalizing his new robe

Basically. I miss Harry and Amber. If you haven't read it, they're the characters from my oneshot called Off The Deep End. And I felt like using them for this. I got the idea from the photos of Harry we got where he was wearing the robe with the H.S on.

I am very weak for Harry in a robe.

This isn't carefully written at all but I hope you still like it!

if you wanna read more of my work, I have it all linked on my masterlist.

Any feedback would be greatly appreciated and if you have any requests please feel free to give them to me and I will do my absolute best to do it.

Descending the staircase and rounding the corner that leads into the cluttered living room, I'm met with the sight of Harry sitting hunched down on the floor with his back to me. Humming a song I can't recognise to himself with his head bopping along to it.

He'd already left the house when I woke up today, a note stuck to his pillow informing me that he went out for a run and would be back by lunchtime. That was just before 9 am.

Pulling my phone out, I turn it on. 12:17 pm. Maybe I spent a bit longer laying in bed before I headed to the shower than I thought I did.

The room smells faintly of the mixture of his fruity body wash and expensive shampoo I've gotten so familiar with and it makes me feel at ease the second I register it.

Before stuffing my phone in the pocket of my sweatpants, I snap a quick picture of Harry like this. His brown hair looks damp, curling at the back of his neck. The warm lights from the ceiling reflect the muscles in his bare back and shoulders. Highlighting the way they twitch every time he slightly moves his arms.

Padding across the wooden floor and onto the soft carpet, I stand behind him so close my knees nearly brush against the back of his shoulders.

With a slight smile on my face, I twirl a lock of his hair around my pointer finger, "Hi, baby."

Harry tilts his head back and the grin that instantly replaces the concentrated pout on his face when his eyes meet mine damn near takes my breath away.

"Hi sleepyhead. Gimme a kiss." He takes out his AirPods, leaving them on the floor as he pouts out his lips for a kiss.

My stomach is tight with butterflies as I take a small step backwards, giving myself enough room to sit down on my knees behind him and press my lips against his, giggling when he cups the back of my head to keep it in place and pecks my chin. Then my cheek before he smears a final kiss to my lips, a bright smile on his face when he lets me go. "Just so pretty darling."

"Stop it." Blushing profusely at his compliment, I wrap my arms around him. Hands folded against his stomach as I prop my chin on his shoulder. "Why didn't you shower in our bathroom?" I change the topic before he gets the chance to protest.

Harry places his warm hands on top of mine and I can feel the heat radiating from his skin through the thin material of my t-shirt as he deadpans; "They're all our bathrooms, Ambs."

I bite the inside of my cheek to keep in the laugh that would only encourage him further. However, when he opens his mouth, I wish I hadn't. "Could hear you having a karaoke session when I got home and didn't wanna interrupt your fun."

Hiding my burning cheeks in his neck, I groan. "No, I didn't."

"It was really quite wonderful," Harry tries to assure me through his snickering even though we both know he's full of shit. I only shake my head and press my nose further into his skin. "If I ever get sick, you can just fill in for me on stage."

"That would be a bad idea," I tell him, dragging my head out of his neck. For oxygen, but also so my words would be intelligible. "How come?"

"By the time they left, all your fans would love me more than they love you."

Harry hums as if he's in deep thought, his thumb mindlessly running over my knuckles. "That would be bad for business," he muses.

"What are you doing, anyway?" I ask, at last taking in the mess in front of us.

There's a pair of scissors and the packaging to what looks to be about 10 different coloured threads scattered on the carpet, a set of graphite pencils and a pack of needles. His bag is by the foot of the coffee table. I also recognise the beige robe I got him for his birthday in his lap.

The purple bathrobe he loved so dearly was starting to tear at the seams after years of avid use. He had been sad to part ways with it, but he eventually recognised that it was time to switch it out with a robe that doesn't have a split in the seam that goes all the way from the bottom to his hips.

Taking the shoulders of his new robe between his fingers, his shoulders shifting against my chest when Harry lifts it off his lap to proudly show off his work. "Art, honey. I'm doing art."

I wouldn't be able to keep the admiration out of my mouth if I wanted to when I take in the red tread that's stitched through the beige material of his robe. A tall H with a nearly finished S next to it. The S is slightly longer than the H and the difference in size has my smile growing tenfold as I take in his handy work.

"It's amazing, baby," I praise him, planting a kiss on his shoulder. "Now you have a backup plan for when I steal your career."

Harry laughs, his shoulders shaking with it. "Is that right? Give up singing and become a seamstress?" he questions as he picks up where he left off, pushing the tiny needle with the red thread tied to the back through the fabric.

"Mhm," I hum, detangling myself and getting off my now sore knees despite Harry's whiny protest. "You could start an Etsy shop and sell personalised clothes and stuff. Would be a huge hit, I'm sure."

My body bounces from how I practically throw myself onto the couch before I rearrange myself so I'm laid on my stomach, my head propped on a throw pillow and my arms around it.

"Especially because you would promote it, right?" Harry raises one eyebrow while keeping his eyes trained on the task in his lap. "You know, since you'll have stolen all of my fans. I think you'd owe me at least that."

"If you do all your work like this, you bet your little ass I would," I gesture to where he's sat on the floor of our living room in only his grey sweatpants. The muscles in his torso look delicious as ever with his sun-kissed skin. His soft hair falls messily across his forehead, free of gel and hair clips.

The left corner of his mouth quirks into a crooked smile as he tilts his head at me. "You're only with me for my body aren't you?" he teases without missing a beat.

"That and your pancakes. Sorry to break it to you, babe." I end my sentence with an exasperated sigh.

"I guess it's better to know now." Faking a sniffle, Harry pauses his work to wipe a non-existent tear with a smile threatening to break out on his face. "Before we're married, you know."

"Since when are we getting married?" I ask in a higher pitch than usual. Sitting up straight, my cheeks burn as he acts like he didn't just mention marriage as casually as one would talk about apples. When he pretends like he didn't hear my question, I take the pillow I was just using and chuck it at him, watching the way it bounces from his shoulder and to the side. Out of sight.

"Don't act like you're shocked I'm planning on putting a ring on that pretty finger of yours, Amber," Harry says matter-of-factly as he seals his masterpiece with a knot before chopping off the excess thread with green scissors. "Gonna have to make you one of these with AS."

Getting up on his feet, Harry shrugs the robe on, tying the string around his waist. The HS is on the left side of his chest and I can't lie and say I don't love it.

"Cat got your tongue?" Harry closes the distance between us in two steps, towering over me so I have to crane my neck to see his face. His handsome, smug face.

Swallowing hard, I say comment on the less heavy thing he said, "I want it on my ass, then."

"Whatever you want, my love."

Harry tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, a soft smile on his face when he brushes the pad of his thumb across my cheekbone so softly I almost can't feel it. "You're so pretty," he says in a whisper so quiet I almost can't feel it.

"It looks pretty," I thumb over the embroidered letters, my cheeks burning crimson from the compliment. Only Harry can have me blushing like a schoolgirl over a compliment.

Bashful, Harry thanks me and gently takes my wrist in his hand before he places a soft kiss on each of my knuckles.

His lips linger on my ringer finger for a few seconds longer than the rest.

I missed Harry and Amber and just wanted to write fluff but I still hope you liked it.

#harry #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles blurb #harry styles fluff #harry styles masterlist #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles #one direction #fanfiction #masterlist #fluff

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starluvsx · 4 months

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★𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

proofread: yes mam

word count: 617

WARNINGS: nothing rlly.just cute fluff cause I need to recover from my last pic

A/N:i don't acc think chris would do this in a million years but someone said this was their 2024 predictions for the triplets in one of those like cannon confessions and its been stuck in my head since.

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Chris was an identical triplet.anyone that knew him knew that.one of the things that differentiated him from his two other brothers though was his lack of body modifications.he had only his ears pierced once which was basically the opposite of his brothers who's arms and legs were littered in tattoos and nick even having a nose piercing.it never bothered him though.it was just simply never something he desired.

well that was until one night, after far too many pepsis, he got an idea.he had been thinking about getting his first tattoo lately but didn't want it to be anything meaningless or stupid.he wanted something that he would look back on and know why he got it and didn’t want to feel ashamed or embarrassed to have it.

he racked his brain for what felt like hours (20 minutes) until the perfect idea came to mind.he wanted to get the day that him and his girlfriend met over his heart.nothing big or crazy.simple enough for him to not look like a madman but special enough to where he would actually go through with getting it.

10/18/17 were the digits.the day they had officially first met and as chris liked to say, the day he fell in love with her.he never actually said that but it was a thought that lingered in the back of his mind on lonely nights were he was left with nothing but the comfort of his own reminiscence.

the pain was pretty bad but he knew this was wanted to do.the little pricks at his skin meant nothing seeing as he would die for the girl he got this for though.since the tattoo was fairly simple it didn't take super long, probably 40 minutes at max.he was excited the whole drive home though.he absolutely could not wait to show her.

Once he walked into the house he was met with her eyes. "Oh hey babe.i thought you were going shopping?Where the bags?"she asked, suspicious of what he had done for the past 2 hours out of the house to come home empty handed.he didn't respond in words though, only taking off his jacket once he was closer to the girl.

"oh wow okay"she said confused and shocked at his stripping.he then took off his shirt.eager to show her what he had done earlier which he was so giddy about last night.once his shirt was off he pointed to the numbers over his heart.a big cheeky smile planted on his face.

she could feel tears well up in here eyes at the sight of this.she knew he didn't like corny couple shit like this, made him cringe like crazy, but also that he wanted his first tattoo to be special and the reason he had held off on it for so long was because he wanted something that really meant a lot to him.her heart warmed knowing this was how he showed how much she meant to him.

"you're literally the cutest I can't " she said before grabbing face and kissing his pink lips passionately.Once she pulled away she did have one question to ask. "how'd you even remember that day?"

"How could I not."was his only answer, the words coming out as his face began to heat up.she rolled her eyes playfully before pulling him in close for a hug. his arms made a ring around her lower body.

"I love you"she whispered into his ear.words she had said probably a million times that meant the most when said to him.

#sturniolo triplets #influencers #x reader #youtube #celebrity #chris sturniolo #fluff #cute #chris sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo

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n3ptoonz · 5 months

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'Shadow in the Light'

Pairing: Captain John Price/GN!Reader

Fandom: Call of Duty MWII (2022)

Warnings: Smut!!! Explicit!!!! rough, creampie, dirty talk, technically canon divergence? seggs on the wall, seduction

Word count: 2.3k+

Explicit content under the cut

You were on the run. Well, more like on the stealth run--you couldn't afford to get caught by anybody. Especially Graves. You weren't just simply let go, once you saw the shift in his attitude when he said "General Shepherd sends his regards," you knew the situation was about to go awry. As soon as Alejandro lunged at Alejandro you tried to run. You wanted absolutely no part in whatever the bell Graves had planned, but you also knew by getting away you had nobody. Task force 141 and Los Vaqueros had zero reason to trust or believe that you were one of the good guys on their side.

It took some fighting to get out of there. As soon as you got a few steps away another Shadow grabbed your arm asking where the fuck did you think you were going. He let you free, but not without a bullet in your back. Back of the bulletproof vest that is, the dumbass thought one shot one kill worked in the real world

You escaped, sure, but that didn't stop Soap and Ghost from finding you and taking you in for question when you posed no threat with your measly pistol that had 2 bullets left in the magazine. They wouldn't let you speak up and say you weren't a foe. I mean, why would they? Why should they? Anyone that wasn't with them is now granted hostile status. And while yes, you didn't have many weapons on your character, you were still combat trained, and they knew that for damn sure.

"What the hell do we do with them?," Soap says on your right

"We question them at the safe house. There's no way they can contact the Shadows now. Radio's dead. Price'll be here in a few. Come on, get out the car you're coming with us," Ghost says pulling you from the middle seat that you were just smushed in sitting in between them. Not so bad, at least you weren't cold from the heat they were emitting together

"How much did you know about this?," Soap says getting close to your face to intimidate you

"Not a thing. Can you let me go? I literally left because I didn't agree with any of the shit he was spewing"

"Oh no, not until we get intel on what the fuck just happened and what's about to happen. You're staying put until Price gets here."

"Price? As in...John?," you knew the name sounded familiar when Ghost said it, but you were too focused on trying to get out of the hand made zip tie put on your wrists

"...You know him?," Ghost says from the dark corner he was standing in. You notice he does that quite frequently from the few times you've actually seen him

"I...Used to work with him. Like what Laswell does but a different department. Way before 141 was really a thing, that's why you guys don't know who I am," you told them this while trying to maneuver out of the restraints. You were expressive in the way you spoke, moving around a lot so they don't catch on

"So why did you leave and start working for Shadow Company?," Soap fully stands, crossing his arms

"I was stupid and took an easy opportunity when I saw one. More pay for a job I wasn't as qualified for. They didn't want me for data analytics, more so on the field-"

"Did you know Graves was taking our base?," Rodolfo says walking in from another room, clearly listening

"Yes and no. He mentioned seizing a spot but I didn't know it was yours. Matter of fact, a lot of us didn't, but we usually just go along with Graves without question. Now let me go my wrists are gonna turn blue"

"Like I said, no chance. Captain will be here shortly to get the rest out of ya. Seems you two have some catching up to do," Soap rebuttals

"Fuck am I gonna do? Run away? We're in the middle of nowhere and I'm just as capable as you all are"

"Yeah, that's the problem," Soap turns away from you to talk to Ghost about something you can't hear. You take this opportunity to further break out of your confines. You made sure not to completely undo it so it doesn't hit the ground and make noise. Once successful you survey your surroundings for easy exits

"How much longer is this going to take?," you say sounding like your patience was running thin to distract them

"Why? Got somewhere to go?," Ghost questions from the same spot, not budging even a little bit

You were diagonal to the front door and the windows close to it. You planned to break free, throw the chair towards one of them, then hop out the window furthest from the area

Should be easy

Why were you running if you're on their side? Well, you felt like you had no saving grace at getting on their good side. So fuck it, your word probably won't mean much. What happens when they get what they want from you? Who the hell knows, you're not trying to find out any time soon

You caused a diversion by looking in a random direction and shouting "Who the fuck is that?!" prompting them to all look at the same time. In that split second you did exactly as you planned, getting away and taking off in any direction far from the safe house. Until you heard a gun click.

It's dark outside and miles from the border. Who could this possibly be around this time?

"Keep your head still. No sudden movements," you know that voice anywhere

"Price-"

"Shut your mouth and come with me. Make this easy for the both of us."

You slowly turned with your hands above your head, hoping he'll be able to see your face

"Well, well, well. Long time no speak, partner"

He lowers his gun and puts your arms behind your back, explaining that you may be old friends, but that doesn't mean he won't do what's needed to get the information the task force needs on Graves' next moves.

"It's just you and me, sweetheart. Give me what I need and nobody gets harmed in the process. I even let you remain unrestricted so this should be a breeze."

"I'll tell you all I know, but what's gonna happen when you get what you want, huh? Gonna- what, kill me? Send me back? Send me to prison?"

"I don't think you understand," he put his hands on the table from the other side and leaned close to you, "I ask the questions, you answer them. Got it? Good. Now-"

"I know you want me, Captain. No need to hide it," you lean forward in your chair to blur his mind a bit. You could tell he was already stressed from something so you're taking advantage. Not like you want him to respond honestly or anything...

He says your last name to warn you of overstepping

"What? Am I wrong? All you have to do is say 'no, I don't' and I'll drop it, John," you soften up your voice and that frustrates him even more. He chuckles lowly to keep himself grounded

"How about we focus on the task at hand, hm? Whatever game you're trying to play won't work. Tell me what Graves plans to do. Now."

The table separating you two wasn't that big, so he was mighty close to you even from a short lean towards you, given how tall he is. You stand slowly while staring him in the face to try to get a read on his thoughts, puffing your chest out in the midst

"The task at hand will be solved once you answer me first. You need me, John, so let's not do thi-" he grabbed your face with one hand to bring you closer to his. You could feel the heat from his breath from the proximity

"You. Drive me. Crazy. Were you always this stubborn?"

"That's not in my job description now is it?," you say despite your cheeks being squished in his palm

"You're a cheeky one aren't ya..." he let go and you stumbled backwards into the cold brick wall not too far behind you

"You want an answer?," he says scaling the table towards you. Once he stood in front of you he lifted your chin just a bit, "Here it is,"

Now, your mind was racing with a million different thoughts. In the forefront you always wondered what kind of kisser he is. Rough? Soft? Sensual? Quick? Slow? Handsy? Many options here. What you didn't account for though...

You gasped as he lifted you in his arms but even more surprised you didn't hesitate to straddle his waist. For a short moment you recalled having a small crush on him during the time you worked with him. Truth is, you fantasized about a moment like this before with him, but shoved it back down the pit of your mind. You wouldn't dare let feelings get in the way of work.

But you're off the clock until further notice.

He kissed you like you were long distance lovers who hadn't seen each other in decades. It was feverish and a bit sloppy. Fast but laced with passion. The spark ignited in both of you as soon as your lips met. You kissed him like it was the last kiss that you would ever have. Your hands found their way in his hair and you tugged a little to experiment. This earned a muffled groan from him and he hugged you closer to him. He pulled back for a moment to look at your lips that became puffy already

"I could take you against this wall right fuckin' now."

"Whatever gets me to talk, right, Captain?," he grunts at the sound of his title leaving your lips

"Like this or facing the wall. Take your pick."

"I am in custody aren't I?," he knew exactly what you were hinting at from your simple teasing inquiry. He gently places you down and turns you by your shoulders, pressing his body against your back after putting one arm behind you

This'll be fun

Not even ten minutes later he's rutting up into you like an outside dog. First he would whisper smart remarks in your ear about how good you are for him. Taking him like a champ. You were already getting so loud he had to cover your mouth with his free hand, especially since the room had an echo. His heavy breaths going down your neck were bouncing off the solid light gray walls with no shame

"You know- When you worked with me, I wondered how good you'd look bent over my desk countless times. Those- tight pants you always wore and- loose collared shirts that still showed what you had going on under there. Was that all for me? Even if not it felt like it. Ohh how I wanted to ravish you," steadily shit talked as your muffled cries seemed loud and clear to him. The walls weren't thin, but he wouldn't have cared if they were. Whatever gets the job does is whatever gets the job done. Oh yeah, and getting information from an interrogation

Your nails scratched the walls as he spoke to you. As many times as you've imagined something like this, it wasn't even close. Your brain became mush in instant.

"Is that so wrong? To think of a coworker like this? To think of a coworker taking every inch of me while they enjoy every second of it? Hm? Tell me," you shook your head frantically before starting to rut back to him, trying to tell him you want more. Need more.

"All you had to do was ask, love."

He removed his hand and wrapped his arms around your torso. He pulled you off the wall and set you back down to bend over the table. It was metal and the cold from it was biting back at your now exposed skin including the side of your cheek. He didn't even pull out the whole time he moved you. He didn't have to.

He hovered over you with his hands by your head as he started up again. By the point, he didn't mind your noises of reassurance. You laid there and felt ever last bit of him. You felt his hand press on your stomach before you heard him chuckle again in that same cadence he did before

"You feel that? That bulge?," he took your hand and put it where his was to feel him going in and out, "That's all me. The things you do to me are just...unfathomable-"

He felt you tighten around him, taking this as a smoking signal that you were about to crash down on him. He could feel his own creeping up on him too

"Let's go together, shall we?," all it took was a few more strokes before the coil inside both of you snapped. You let yourself moan uncontrollably as he groaned, pumping his own seed inside of you in pride. Watching and feeling the excess dribble down your legs and the rest of his shaft. "What a beaut...," he mumbles above you as you catch your breath and try to un-fuzz your vision.

After cleaning up you both went back to how you started: You in the chair and him standing across from you ready to get down to business

"You ready to talk now?"

"Will I be sent back to Shadow Company?"

As much as you had no issue with spilling, you really didn't want to go back. Who knows what they would do to you

"Hun, I'm not so cruel. You'll have to come back with us and see if you can get your old job back. I'm sure Laswell would love to see you again," he winks and sits down, intertwining his fingers, "You have the floor"

Here goes nothing.

a/n: i had this one sitting in my drafts for a bit wondering if i should repost to tumblr, but don't worry!! smoke fic coming up! you are experiencing perfectionist procrastination in real time but I GOT YALL

#n3ptoonz #call of duty #cod smut #john price x reader #captain john price #john price x you #captain price #call of duty smut

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thisfanisgonesorry · 9 months

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hi if you're still taking requests, I can't get the idea of arthur somehow being in the epilogue, alive and thriving, working on the ranch with john and his family and just being happy

IM IN LOVE WITH YOU!! omg thanks for the req <3 i hope u enjoy it cutiepie, sorry it took me a lil bit

ending cowrote by @megbimbo loml

tags: yall are in the epilogue, making this an xreader since im basically useless if i dont but its light so dw, canon deviation obviously, high honor arthur. very angsty because my little gremlin brain could not just make him healthy but HE IS HAPPY!! MY BOY IS A HAPPY CAMPER!!; i usually write 1st person but i got possessed so heres a 2nd person fic (never doing this again, sorry if its shit), genderneutral but implied fem reader. milking the cows was the most pleasurable part of the epilogue after the absolute shitshow i had to endure that was chapter 6. arthur milks the cows for that exact reason. some medical terms i know that probably werent viable to use back in the day but idc. some cowboy stuff i learnt as a wee lass when i had a horsey. so many tags ill shut up now. (i got sad at the end of the fic because i realised you cant kiss him. that made me sad.) also water pump distance ref because its.. not as close as i thought it was.

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You and Abigail tended the house while Arthur and John were outside, doing god knows what, their manly chores. Jack and Uncle had a day trip to Blackwater, running errands and such, getting groceries, the works. Jack needed to get out of the house and Uncle needed to get out of doing work.

“I’ve got this.” Abigail spoke, taking the plate from your hands. A brisk nod and you wandered off outside to check on the boys, mostly worried for Arthurs wellbeing, as you tended to be. As the years dragged on, the remaining gang had been accustomed to not treat Arthur like he was fragile, which often than not, resulted in him being injured or overworked in some capacity or another.

You knew well enough that John would take care of Arthur and not work him to exhaustion, especially in this blazing heat, but nursing him back to health after things went south all that time ago wasn’t an easy job, and when they were building the house, he had a pretty bad flare up.

There was a slight sound of wheezing coming from the distance, your ears perked slightly, rushing down the main steps and looking around. You could vaguely see them over by the water pump in the distance.

Arthur was sitting on the ground, John hovering over him, rubbing his back slowly as Arthur coughed and spluttered. You rushed over to them, evidently worried.

“What happened?”

John looked over to you, softly speaking. “He pushed himself too hard.”

“Yeah.” He spluttered. “I’ll be fine.”

You kneeled beside Arthur, rubbing his back as John pulled away to fill the bucket with water to continue their water run, also so Arthur could take a handful and drink some, hopefully hydrating his throat enough to stop him from tearing his oesophagus.

Water Runs; They were dreaded, the water buckets would get heavy, and in heat like this, you’d need to do the runs multiple times a day to keep the animals hydrated. It got worse if the water troughs were under direct sunlight, the amount depended on the day, the weather and the animals, but the horses needed the extra water this summer, as did the sheep and the cows. All around, it was an awful chore.

Arthur, being the horse lover he is, would be quite adamant in keeping the horses up during the heat, making sure they’re okay. Though, because of the humid air, it was causing his illness to worsen. He slurped up a handful of water, and his coughing let up slightly.

“You need to rest.” You spoke firmly, as John picked up the bucket and walked it over to the remaining troughs, walking over into the sheep pen so he could keep a keen eye on Arthur momentarily.

“I know, I know.” He groaned. “John and I have a lot of things to do.”

“This is John’s ranch, not yours. Sit down for a bit.”

“But the horses—”

“But nothing. You can care for them later this evening.”

Your voice hung in the air sternly and he pouted like a child, he needed to sit down and rest, to be removed from the hot and muggy air. Once the blazing sun begins to set and the air begins to cool, he would be allowed to go back to his duties.

John waddled back over with the bucket, filling it up but lingering before he delivered it to the other animals. “Don’t worry, Arthur. I can do this on my own.”

“I want to help.” He spoke sternly, trying to stand up but weakly clutching his chest as he required the aid of you and John to get to his feet.

“How many other chores have you got today?”

John took the conversation away from Arthur, now more than just on board with the concept of letting him sit down and rest for a while. “Just the water, feeding, and milking the cows.”

“I can milk the cows.” Arthur objected.

You sighed, looking over at him, knowing he would rather keel over than be useless. He was a helper; for as long as he’s been known by any of the people on this ranch, he’s always been willing to help people. His need to work died down drastically since he’d been adopted to live on the ranch, but that didn’t mean the lack of drive didn’t eat away at him.

John raised his hands in a defeated shrug. “Let him milk the cows.”

“Fine, but I’m keeping a close eye on him.”

“That’s probably for the best.” John shrugged, with his shoulders this time, grunting as he picked up the bucket, continuing the water run.

Arthur had a horrendous side eye on him, though he restrained the urge to say something snarky, “I can do this on my own.” He spoke instead, as he began to stride his way to the barn.

“I know.” You responded, following behind him.

He seemed upset at the sudden switch of attitude, even after all this time, he wasn’t used to people treating him like he was sick. For the most part, people didn’t, but, for equal parts, he didn’t often tell people that he was sick, instead playing to be super cautious whenever around anyone new.

He took a seat on the stool beside the cow and you stood behind him, leaning against the pillar.

“I’m fine.” He reassured as he slowly milked the cow, the metal panging sound of the bucket being hit with liquid filled the barns silence.

“I know.” You repeated quietly, not really paying attention to the words leaving your mouth. “Jus’ making sure you’re okay, we’re bein’ careful, ‘s all.”

“I don’t need it.”

“I know you want to act like you’re okay, but you’re not. You’ve had a few close calls. We’re just trying to keep you...” You trailed off, not wanting to say the blunt words that weighed heavy. We’re trying to keep you alive.

He stayed silent as John slowly opened the barn doors, entering almost silently and taking the milk pail as it filled to the top.

“I’ll deal with this.” He said briefly, leaving us quietly to continue our discussion.

Arthur stayed painfully silent as your words lingered heavily in the air, John was quick to disappear into his jobs, and Arthur stayed on the stool, petting the cow softly.

“I get it.” He spoke after a long pause of silence. “I’m sorry, I just...” He rotated his hands in a motion to gesture the continuation of his sentence, not really wanting to finish it himself.

“Just come inside for a bit.”

He sighed in defeat, standing up from the cow and patting her softly as he removed himself from her side. He really suited this life, and it’s a darn shame that he can’t do too much with it.

He walked inside slowly, dragging his feet.

“Don’t get sulky.”

Uncle and Jack returned from Blackwater, pulling up in the wagon. Abigail had left the house to greet them and assist them while John did god-knows-what, something or other to do with the milk.

Jack and Uncle were having a conversation, or maybe an argument, about something in Blackwater, and they were asking Abigail her opinion as they unpacked the back of the wagon.

Arthur didn’t necessarily expect anyone to understand the struggles he had to deal with, he was dealt a poor hand, and partially, it was his fault. His days were numbered, and despite the unconditional love and support that everyone offered him, it only did so much into elongating that timer. It was a silent rule that we all knew it’d happen, and once it did, we’d most likely all point fingers on who’s to blame.

“Arthur.” Jack called out, grabbing his attention from his dreary thoughts and tossing him a fresh notebook. It lifted his spirits almost immediately. “I noticed your old one was getting full.” He responded plainly.

“Thanks, kid.” He smiled, still very clearly unwell and needing to rest but his mood had been lifted slightly. He walked through the front door quickly, wanting to get through before they’d be rushing things to and from inside the house.

He walked over to the fridge and pulled out a cold glass bottle of water, looking over at you begrudgingly as he sat down on the dining room table and flipped through the soft new pages of the notebook.

“Any idea what you’ll do with it yet?”

He shook his head plainly. “No, I might draw some of the horses. Been a while since I drew Boadicea, or Rachel.” He shrugged. “Could draw Neil if he’d stand still.”

“That’s good.”

“Might go up to Owanjila at some point.”

“You could make a day of it.”

“Yeah, I could.”

You let out an exasperated sigh. “Can you stop doing that?” You cursed at him, agitated by how he was acting. “Don’t get upset at me over this.”

“I was fine.” He gritted his teeth.

“You were on the ground struggling to breathe.” You bit back, emphasising every word. He didn’t respond, just glancing away from you. He knew you were right, but didn’t want to admit it since it was inherently showing more weakness. “You...” You trailed off briefly.

“Sorry.” He mumbled, interjecting the conversation. “Jus’.. Don’t wanna be useless.”

“You’re not useless, you’re sick.”

“I know but—”

“Don’t you even try to compare yourself to Uncle.” Arthur stayed silent as you hit the nail on the head. “You did enough work today. Relax. Draw, journal, something. You have a few hours until the sun sets.”

“Fine.”

“I’ll make a deal with you.”

“What?” He was beginning to come across as overly defensive, though softened into a defeated sigh as you tried to compromise.

“Abigail gets angry at me, she don’t like how I do the dishes or clean clothes.” I rolled my eyes. “I’ll pro’lly try to help with the yard work. You can do more with less hassle.”

“I guess.” He shrugged.

“Weather forecasts think that it might rain sometime this week, means less work here, we can go to Owanjila.” He wasn’t too keen on it being babysat but he accepted it nonetheless.

“That’d be kinda nice...” He trailed off.

“We can do some fishin’ so they don’t think we’re bein lazy.” It was clear who the ‘they’ was in that sentence, which made him laugh in a silent exhale. “You can draw some of the scenery, set up a mini camp and just.. Have a day off. Hows that?”

“But—”

“Stop. You need to stop.”

“I’m bored!” He said, clearly agitated and exhausted. “I need something to do, ‘nd everyone jus’ wants me to rest but I gotta do somethin’ or I feel like shit.”

“I just suggested something.” I said sternly.

He looks around the dining area, chewing the inside of his cheek as he considers the idea. He sucked on his teeth slightly.

“Tch... Fine.” He admitted, like a defeated child.

There’s a long moment of silence, and you reach across the table to hold his hand. He continues to avoid eye contact, and his hand doesn’t hold yours back.

Arthur’s voice is barely above a mumble; so sulky for a man so strong, or so he claims to be. Your eyes flickered between his gaze and him, waiting for him to speak. Arthur, desperate to look literally anywhere else, found himself staring at John’s taxidermied squirrel. If you didn’t know any better, one would probably assume he’s admiring the finest piece of art the 1900s has to offer. He seems to linger on the concept for a while, which worries you. You can’t help but wonder what’s going on in that mind of his.

The silence blares in your ears for a bit too long. Clearing his throat, Arthur looked you in the eyes.

“We’ll see how things go.”

#asks #arthur morgan #fluff #angst #red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #rdr #arthur morgan rdr2 #rdr2 arthur morgan #arthur morgan x you #arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 fanfic #arthur morgan fanfic #arthur morgan fluff #arthur morgan angst

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