#Female insert

[konigsblog]

big-dicked soap thots™️... (both m&f!reader)

big-dicked soap will tease you for not being able to take him all the way, or for having a smaller dick than him.

when his pretty girl can't manage to take him fully down her throat, gagging and gurgling while sobbing pathetically like a horny, little bitch. :( whimpering because you're ashamed... your pretty cunt drooling for some stimulation, but selfishly, johnny won't please you ‘til he's had his first orgasm...

or, thigh fucking his handsome boy; his brute body behind yours, using your thighs because you'll complain about the pain in your ass when he's fucking you ruthlessly. one hand jerking you off while he thrusts against you, sliding his achingly dick between your thighs, his face buried in the crook of your neck to suck hickeys and mutter utter filth into your ear. :(

#orla speaks #male insert #female insert #soap x reader #soap x reader smut #soap x y/n #soap mactavish smut #john soap mactavish #captain mactavish #soap mactavish #soap mactavish x you #johnny mactavish x you #johnny mactavish x reader #john mactavish x reader #soap mactavish x reader #soap x you #soap call of duty #john soap mctavish #soap cod #cod soap #soap mw2

[i-heart-slashers]

Get Your Girl

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Paul x female!reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | They thought it was just another night on the boardwalk until Paul catches a scent that will change his afterlife forever.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 1 k

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | mentions of weed

Santa Carla is a place where the night holds secrets darker than the shadows themselves. The boardwalk gleams under the moonlight, a shimmering array of colors and sounds that lulled both humans and vampires alike.

Those said vampires prowled the night with their senses keen and alert as always as they sought out their next bit of entertainment... or meal. They roamed the boardwalk at night, their shadows blending seamlessly with the darkness, their whispers carrying secrets of centuries past.

On one such night, Paul found himself trailing behind David and the others. The air was thick with anticipation, charged with something new—maybe it was that new strain of weed he'd smoked after they'd woken up.

He could feel the energy tingling on his skin, urging him forward. 

That's when he caught a whiff of something intoxicating, a scent that pulled at the primal instincts buried deep within him. This aroma called out to him like a siren's song.

He glanced at David, whose eyes gleamed with a knowing glint. "Follow your nose, Paul," David murmured, his voice low and commanding.

And so, Paul did. 

He wasn't the best tracker in the group, but he let the tantalizing scent guide him through the mass of people on the boardwalk. Neon lights cast a kaleidoscope of colors on the area, and the air was alive with laughter and music, mingling with the salty tang of the ocean.

With his senses attuned to the mysterious scent that beckoned him, he walked, Marko and Dwayne, flanking him, trying to keep his focal point on that scent. David followed behind as he watched the usually wild vampire, keeping an unusually calm focus.

As Paul ambled along, the intoxicating scent thickened and danced upon the breeze, weaving its way into his senses with a seductive allure. It was unlike anything he had ever encountered, a symphony of sweetness and floral notes that set his veins on fire.

He followed the scent like a moth drawn to flame until he stood before a group of girls, their laughter ringing like chimes in the night.

Without thinking, Paul leaned closer, his nose brushing against the hair of one of the girls. He inhaled deeply, his senses drowning in her scent, which enveloped him like a warm embrace, flooding his senses with a dizzying rush of desire. 

He closed his eyes, savoring the moment, pushing his nose further into her hair, and realized with a jolt of recognition that this was the scent he had been searching for, the one whose scent had called out to him across the night.

Feeling someone touching your hair, you turned around, your eyes wide with surprise, as you caught sight of a guy sniffing you. He was a tall blond with wild hair, but an expression of pure pleasure lit up his handsome features.

Paul could see the confusion flickering in your gaze, the wariness that danced on the edge of your expression. And yet, there was something else there, too, something he couldn't quite name.

You lifted a hand to your hair, your fingers brushing against the spot where he had pressed his nose. The two of you locked eyes for a moment, just gazing at the other.

For a fleeting instant, time stood still. In that moment, Paul saw eternity reflected in the depths of your gaze, a universe of possibilities unfolding before him. But before he could speak, a playful smile danced upon your lips.

Eyes sparkling with mischief, you leaned in to press your nose in his hair and inhale his scent, your expression softening with amusement. "You smell like weed," You remarked with a playful giggle. Your words laced with an enchanting charm that ensnared Paul's senses even further.

Paul blinked, taken aback by your words. He had expected fear, revulsion even, but instead, there was only curiosity. He found himself smiling in response, a warmth spreading through him at the sound of your laughter.

"Can I have some?" You say playfully as Paul takes the joint he had placed behind his ear, the one he had rolled in for himself in excitement for a late-night smoke, and held out to you wordlessly. 

Taking the offered joint, you gave him a surprise laugh as you held it. You thanked him with a sweet smile that he hoped he'd see more of, and he moved to speak.

Before he could say anything, however, your friends appeared at your side, tugging you away with a knowing grin. Paul watched them tug you away, his heart heavy with longing. 

He knew then, with a certainty that bordered on instinct, that he had found his mate.

With a parting glance, you offered him a smile that ignited something deep within his soul, a spark of recognition that left him breathless in its wake. As you disappeared into the crowd, Paul stood rooted to the spot, his mind awash with a whirlwind of emotions.

A hand clapped him on the shoulder, and Paul turned to see Dwayne standing beside him. There was a gleam in Dwayne's eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that had formed between Paul and you just now went beyond human recognition.

"She was something, isn't she?" Dwayne said, his voice low and amused as Marko and David both realized who you were— it looks like they'll be gaining a sister soon.

Paul nodded, unable to tear his gaze away from the spot where you had vanished into the night as his dead heart began to ache, wanting to rush after you. "She's everything," he whispered, his voice barely a breath against the ocean's roar.

Marko bounces as he grins, a flash of his teeth glinting in the moonlight as he throws his arm around Paul with an excitable aura. "Well then," he said, shaking Paul as Dwayne and David sighed at their 'terror twins.' "It looks like we've got ourselves a mission. Let's go get your girl."

#the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #horror slashers #slashers #horror #tlb #paul lost boys #the lost boys imagine #tlb imagine #x reader #reader insert #the lost boys paul #female insert #vampire mates #vampire lover

[mxzan]

𝐘𝐎𝐑𝚰𝚰𝐂𝐇𝚰'𝐒 𝐒𝚰𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 — 𝗒α𐓣ᑯ𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝐌υ𝐙α𐓣

how muzan would react to his darling being the sister of yoriichi headcannons:

𓂅Muzan would most likely find out about you due to Kokushibo.

𓂅Unlike your other brother, you are close to yoriichi due to the lack of jealousy.

𓂅Your personality is relatively close to your twin (yoriichi), however you would be a lot more chatty.

𓂅When Muzan finds out about you, he sends demons to spy on you. He wants yoriichi to pay.

𓂅Muzan would sometimes personally stalk you, and to find you with yoriichi having tea would frighten/anger him.

𓂅He wanted you to himself, you were his not your brothers. Kokushibo however was loyal to you and pretend that he didn't know a lot about you.

𓂅If Muzan did kidnap you (99% he will) then he would most likely mock yoriichi first by leaving a note.

𓂅You would immediately be made into Mrs.Kibutsuji, and Muzan's obsession would worsen over you.

𓂅So when you see Kokushibo, you would be pissed off but overtime due to a forgiving nature begin talking to him.

𓂅Kokushibo and you have a lot more in common than initially thought, meanwhile yoriichi would become slightly mental.

𓂅He blames himself for Muzan taking you and will try to hunt the demon king down.

𓂅Muzan will slowly upon up to you and will turn you into a demon, sometimes even letting you explore around.

𓂅Throughout the whole abduction, Muzan teasingly updated Yoriichi whilst spending time with you.

𓂅The narcasstic charms his way into your arms and will make sure your twin suffers greatly.

𓂅If yoriichi is ever able to get you back, Muzan would be furious yet unable to do anything yet wait for him to weaken...

EDITED: ✔️ next part: yoriichi with muzan's daughter

#Muzan #muzan kibutsuji #yandere muzan #yorichii #kokushibo #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #twelve kizuki #tanjiro #nezuko #zentisu #female insert #shinobu #giyuu #yn insert #yandere kny #yandere demon slayer #yandere demon slayer x reader #Daki #akaza #douma

[pandagyaru]

A lost Tau leads to Romance

Description: Tau runs away from Hassian to visit you!

Warnings: None! This is a sfw fanfic!!

Pairing: Hassian x Gender Neutral reader!

Author's note: I love Hassian so much dude, only reason I play Palia for real <3 /hj. I've only been playing it for awhile so I'm using Palia wiki for info and what I've come across in game! I also see no fanfiction for this game and I'm gonna change that 1 fanfic at a time!!

The night was still, the only sound the gentle rustle of leaves in the wind. You had just settled in for the evening when you heard it—a soft scratching at the front door. At first, you dismissed it as the branches of the nearby tree brushing against the wood. But then, it came again, more insistent this time. Curiosity got the better of you, you hesitated, hand hovering over the handle. With a deep breath, you flung the door open, expecting to see something horrific. But it was just

"Tau? what are you doing here boy?" You ask. He turns his head to you, tongue hanging out. "where's Hassian?" You look around the dark abyss that was the woods around your house, the only light being your garden lantern you set out when you first moved in and a few stray lightning bugs. No hassian in sight.

"Come on in" You open the door for Tau, he trots on in; tail wagging behind him. "He's probably worried about you Tau" Said plumehound raises an ear up at his name, turning around and barking at you.

"You're no help" You deadpan. "Guess you're staying the night, you're lucky you're cute" You joke. Tau jumps on your bed, yawning and walking around in a circle till he lays down. "Glad you're comfortable Tau" You walk over to the bed, turning your ceiling light off as you walk past. You plop down on the mattress, jostling Tau as you move under the covers. You close your eyes and drift off, your thoughts filled with that pretty hunter named Hassian. (Completely cause you're worried about Tau and not at all cause of other things).

You wake up to hot air being blown on your face, really stinky hot air if you were to be honest. You peek your eyes open to see Tau's snout in your face, his tongue hanging out as he breathes on you. You push his face away gently. "I'm up! I'm up!" He makes a noise as if he's laughing at you. You glare at him. "I got some left over sernuk meat, if you want breakfast" You tell him, he yips in excitement; jumping off of you and sitting patiently near your kitchen counter. "I'll take that as a 'yes please (name)'" You get up, shivering at the cold of your floors; you dig around under your bed for your house slippers. You silently cheer as you find them, dragging them out and slipping your feet into them. Tau huffs at you in impatience as he watches you "slowly" move around your kitchen, he clearly wants the sernuk meat he was promised.

Hassian trudged up the pathway that leads to the gate of your mountain home, following plumehound prints (ones that clearly belong to Tau, cause who else has a plumehound besides him). He slowly closes the gate as he walks up to your front door, listening around for Tau's barks as he knocks. You look up from your stove as hard knocks sound through your house, you walk over to the door; Tau padding behind you as his hair raises up in warning. You open the door to see Hassian!

"Oh Hassian! Perfect timing, I think this is yours" You joke as you move out the way of Tau. He barks at Hassian as he runs up to him. Hassian sighs out in relief.

"Thank you for taking care of him (name)" He says, scratching Tau's ears.

"It's really no problem. I'll take of him anyday. Speaking of taking care of him, I was just about to give him some sernuk meat. Wanna come in and eat with us?" You ask him, hoping he'll say yes. He looks you over as he thinks, his eyes going from you to the happy plumehound next to you.

"Sure, why not" He says, walking into your house as you move aside to let him in. He sets his quiver on the floor near your coat rack, walking over to your kitchen table. You close the door and walk over to the stove, grabbing the packaged sernuk meat and taking one of the raw steaks; holding it out for Tau. He walks over and snatches it from your hand, scarfing it down. Hassian holds in an amused chuckle. You look over at him as you put the other steaks away, grabbing ingredients to make a nice Veggie fried rice.

"He scared the crap out of me last night, I was reading letters that i got from everyone and he was scratching at my door like some crazed chapaa" You tell him, getting a bowl to wash your rice in. He looks down at Tau and then back at you, a small smile on his face at the look on Tau's face at being called a crazed chapaa. You turn the faucet off and put the bowl of fresh washed rice up, grabbing your cutting board and some veggies.

"So how much do I owe you?" Hassian asks, reaching into his pockets to grab out a small pouch of gold coins.

"You don't owe me anything, You company is payment enough Hassian." You tell him, putting the vegetables in a pot of broth. He looks at you questionably, putting the pouch away slowly. Your face warms the longer he stares at you, you cough awkwardly as you pour the rice into the broth/veggie mixture. He looks away from you, his face a dark purple. Tau looks at the both of you with his head tilted to the side, questioning you two.

"well then!" You clap your hands, putting 2 bowls on the table and sitting down. "Here you go Hassian!"

"thank you" He mutters, grabbing a spoon and dipping it into the fried rice. Tau whines at him and headbutts his leg. Hassian looks at him and then back at you. "Hey uh (name) would you like to go with me on my next hunt?" He asks, not making eye contact. You look at him, your face flushing.

"I'd love to Hassian" You whisper to him. He looks up at you wide eyes for a second before he "fixes" his face and stature.

"Cool. Cool Cool Cool" He says, face palming in his head. You smile.

"Cool. Cool Cool Cool" You repeat, giggling.

HOPE YOU LIKE IT CAUSE IT TOOK ME A FEW HOURS <3

My creative juices did not flow for this one

LOVE YA

#x male reader #male reader #x reader #palia game #palia hassian #x gender neutral reader #gender neutral insert #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral reader #male insert #x female reader #female insert #palia fanfic #Spotify

[cannibalcoyote]

Rockstar: Your Story(Interview)

You're a famous rock star being interviewed about the beginning of your career to the current (includes mentions of Mick Ronson, David Bowie, and Mick Jagger):

"Ma'am, can you tell us a little bit about when you first met David Bowie?" The question was so sudden that I could only scrunch my eyebrows at it. I expected David to be brought up sometime, but I didn't expect the first question to be about him.

"Sure, let's see.... I can't remember the exact date, but my dear friend - Mick Ronson - had called me up saying some band was interested in having us as guitar players. I was hesitant because I enjoyed my job as an architect, but something pushed me to go with him; we hopped on the next train to London and did the audition." I explain, tilting my head up at the memories resurfacing. Ronno had been unsure as well, but I'm glad we went.

"We heard it wasn't a pleasant experience? What happened?" They emphasize 'wasn't', clearly looking for some juicy gossip on Bowie, and who am I to disappoint.

"Well, David had accepted Mick but rejected me, and Ronno originally turned down the offer because of that. He didn't even tell me the truth, just grabbed me by the arm and lugged me as well as the guitars out of the building. I knew it hadn't gone well because he had this angry glare in his eyes, which is strange, because if you've ever met him, then you'd know he's rather sweet, and has a very discerning disposition.

I asked what was wrong and he just said that they didn't want us. I knew he was lying, but I didn't want to argue with him. We spent the rest of the time wandering around London sightseeing." I state, folding my hands up in my lap as I look at the interviewer. I don't like looking back to the '70s, a lot of stuff happened, and I fear what they will bring up.

"What happened after that?" The interviewer continues hastily digging, wanting more information. I guess this person isn't going to quit until they get the full story.

"We had stopped by a restaurant and were having lunch. Ronno was saying we should catch the train home after, but we were interrupted by David. I don't know how he found us, I just remember being shocked when he started begging Ronno to join his band. I was also a little confused, and I remember saying, 'I thought you didn't want us?'

To which David responded, 'No, I want him, I just don't want you.' That line had run through my head the following 3 years until I realized how lucky I was David didn't want me." I say the last few sentences in a softer voice, not liking to relive that particular memory.

"He said what?!" The interviewer over exaggerates their movements, getting the audience laughing just as they had hoped. I laugh a little too, David saying something so rude does seem rather uncharacteristic.

"Yah, I was rather astonished as well because the words left him in such a casual way, as if choosing what bread to buy at the market." I say, gently chuckling at the visual of David buying bread in such a critical way.

"What- How, how did Mick react to that." Their eyes widen, the crowd quiets down as they await my answer.

"Oh, he almost punched David! But I grabbed him and pulled him aside, asking why he lied and all that stuff." I respond, remembering the beautiful anger that he so desperately wanted to act on.

"I bet the last thing you wanted was for him to join David's band, right?" The interviewer asks the question humorously.

"That's... Wrong actually. He was vehemently against playing in a band without me, this is mainly due to the fact that ever since we were 12, we've always played together. But, I wanted him to take the opportunity, to show the world his ability, and to be able to be a confident player without me." I explain in a gentle voice, vaguely thinking of how self-conscious he was at the time when it came to him playing guitar.

"You seem to be a really supportive friend, (Y/N)." The tone of their voice turns genuine, the whole conversation losing the humorous quality that had been sustained.

"I try to be, the last thing I want is for people's failings or regrets to be because of me." I smile, my relieved guilt ebbing away as I think of where he and I are now.

"As well as being supportive, you also seem to be fairly protective, at least, that's what I got when Mick told us the story of you traumatizing his high school bully! With that in mind, how did you feel when you learned he was earning next to nothing during the tour?" The beginning of the sentence sent the interviewer and audience into a bit of a laugh, I laugh as well at the memory of scaring off Ronno's bully.

The laughter lightly quiets down to a more serious tone at the end discussion.

"I was appalled! I hated myself for a while because of that, because I pushed him into this situation where he was barely getting paid. Which was the opposite of what I thought would happen, especially after their popularity went through the roof!"I exclaimed, my eyes widening as I relived the shock; the ebbing guilt rushing forward tenfold.

"I heard you went to some extreme measures in order to help him out, what exactly did you do?" The interviewer goes on, the questions digging into lesser known information.

"Well, I joined any band I could, I would try and get hired by restaurants for live music during nights, and then during the day I had a job as a waitress as well as working part time as a lyricist." I explain, just saying that makes me remember how tiring my schedule was back then.

"Now that's a lot to juggle, and I'm sure you have some great stories from those days, but we have a specific story. What happened during one of your many tiring nights of live music?" They ask, this question is sort of a bore to me, one I'm frequently asked to retell.

"I had been band hopping at the time, and was hired for a gig when I didn't have a supportive group, so I improvised. I played my guitar and was singing live, but before that I had recorded the drums and rhythm guitar parts for the songs I was scheduled to play, so when I got up there I just started the recording and played along.

This was for a club where they wanted rock, so it was heavier playing. It was during my guitar solo I noticed someone in the crowd." I divulged, deciding to add in some information I had never shared before.

"Ooh, is this when you met the Rolling Stones?!" Someone screams out, the crowd and interviewer looking in shock before they all burst out laughing at the person's eagerness.

"Yes... but I technically only met Mick Jagger that night. I wasn't a big fan of the Rolling Stones at the time, but I did have an appreciation for their music. I was actually playing one of their songs at the time. Either way, it just surprised me to see him." I continued after we had all calmed down.

"I know you joined their band after that, but can you tell us what exactly went down?" I squint slightly at my interviewer's vernacular before deciding to just answer them.

"I don't think I can tell you all the details, I worry J might get embarrassed! But, I can tell you that he met me backstage after I was done and asked me if I was available tomorrow to meet him at a recording studio. It was the weekend the next day, so I said yes, he wrote down the address and time on a piece of paper, handed it to me, then said goodbye and walked away." I state in a jovial tone, Jagger is one of my favorite people to talk about, because he loves to call immediately after the interview and schedule a meet up. He's strange like that.

"Sounds strange? How did you feel after that?" They looked intrigued, clearly wanting me to divulge the information that I withheld.

"I was shocked. The next day I went and met him and his band mates, then they started playing a song together and asked me to improv. I had never heard the song before, so I just started watching their movements and playing off of that; by the end they asked if I was interested in joining their band, which I clearly said yes to." I exclaim, the interviewer's face looking shocked by what I just said.

"Wow, that all sounds like it went really fast?"

"Oh it was, we had only been playing for 20 minutes when they all stopped and asked me to join. I was going to say no because I needed to make enough money to send to Ronno, but when they mentioned how much I would make weekly I immediately accepted." I reply, chuckling as I remember my astonishment.

"I know after joining the Stones, your career skyrocketed, your solo albums have done well, and you write all your own songs?" They continue, motioning to my newest album sitting on their desk.

"Yes, my solo albums have done surprisingly well, and I write my own songs. I do accept and sing other songs sometimes, but I usually have a story told throughout my albums, and throwing in a random song messes that up." I explained.

"Did you and Mick Ronson keep in contact during this?" They question, looking at me in interest.

"Of course! In the beginning, Ronno and I called every week at the least, and we would send letters sometimes too!" I state ecstatically before calming myself down.

"How did that work? He was touring at the time right?" They ask in a befuddled way.

"Yes he was, but he would tell me the places he would be as well as the dates that he would be there, and I would do the same with him. It was a little complicated, but it was worth it." I reply, my hands waving as I mimic us writing letters.

"Honestly though, what would you send him that couldn't be said over the phone?" They ask after a few moments, laughing as their mind runs.

"Photos, drawings, songs, food-"

"Photos?" I can hear what they're implying, and I can't help but squint my face in disgust. The crowd's laughter magnified at my reaction.

"Stop thinking like that, you all have dirty minds! I would take pictures of me and the band, as well as the places around me. I loved drawing as well, so I would send him some, as well as some songs that I thought he would enjoy playing. Lastly, I knew he was getting food, but I knew it wasn't food he was used to, so I would bake him something, or buy him local snacks and ship them off to the correct address." I explain, describing the different things I would send him.

"Did he ask you to do any of this?"

"No, Ronno was never a complainer, he hated telling people his issues. I was usually the exception, but he prefers telling me in person as compared to over the phone or in a letter. He did enjoy them though, and he would send me songs and pictures as well. I remember him snapping a picture of his drummer scarfing down some cookies I made!" I jubilantly state, smirking as I remember that the picture is still hanging on my fridge.

"You sent him all these lovely things, what did he send you?"

"I never asked for anything more than a letter or a phone call, but he would send me these extravagant songs, asking me how I thought they sounded and if I liked them. He would also send me drawings - he's not really an artist, but he knows I love the little doodles he does randomly, so he started sending them to me." I grin, knowing Ronni will be embarrassed by me sharing this information.

"Was this an easier time in your life or would you consider it one of the more stressful?" Ah, here it comes, the questions I am most dreading.

"The fame and fortune made my financial issues about none, but socially I felt isolated. I had played in popular bands before, but never like this, I was only consistently around my band mates and the people that worked for them. I only really talked with Jagger and Keith, and then Keith randomly started hating me, so I was down to only talking to Jagger." I reply almost subconsciously, my mind wanting to distance itself from these memories.

"What about Ronson? I thought you said you had weekly phone calls and sent letters?" They ask in confusion.

"We did, but about 3 months into that, David started complaining to Ronno that he spent too much time talking to me, and that he was ignoring his band mates for someone he might never see again." The answer in a short tone, clearly still holding resentment for David's decision.

"David said that?" They say in shock.

"Yah, he said it straight to Ronno's face. We obviously didn't stop talking, we kept calling and messaging each other, but it lessened after that to about 1 call every 2 weeks. They became much longer phone calls though, he said that David was limiting his amount of calls, but stated that David couldn't limit his time, so we would end up talking through the entire night!" I smile on glee, our weak form of rebellion still makes my heart warm.

"We've talked about Ronson and his band mates reactions, but how did your bandmates react?" They continue, going down a different avenue.

"Well, everyone basically made fun of me and said we were in love. They told me to stop being so desperate because I was probably annoying Ronno, that remark actually made me start to overthink a lot. I started worrying that I was annoying him, and that he didn't like talking to me anymore. I think that's around the time I began to develop anxiety, I was already depressed, so that just added on to my plate." I responded before realizing I was over sharing on live TV.

"Did you tell Ronson about that? How did he react?" They gratefully kept moving right along, not leaving an awkward silence.

"Well, I never actually told him about that, I think this is the first time he's hearing this." I smile in discomfort, and an uncertain smile on my face.

"Really? You never spoke to him about any of this?" They ask in surprise, slightly taken aback.

"My anxiety had me thinking that saying a single word to him was annoying him, so no, I didn't just start talking about this to him. It was a really dark spot for me, the person to pull me through was Jagger actually. He noticed my extensive isolation, how I stopped eating around others, how I stopped talking. He really pulled through for me, which is probably why I'm still friends with him." I voice solemnly, deciding that I might as well be honest about the situation since there is no going back now.

"I know this is a heavy topic for you, I have some more questions, but if you're uncomfortable we can move on." Wish you had said that earlier, but oh well.

"Ask away, we can just skip the ones I'm uncomfortable with." I smile in response.

"Alright, what did Mick do? Did he just pull you aside and talk to you?"

"No actually, he wrote a song and asked if I would listen to it." I responded.

"What?" Perhaps I should rephrase my vague response.

"That's honestly what he did. But he wrote a song with true meaning, it was rather dark, and it actually made me cry and begin to hyperventilate. We were alone, so he just rushed over and helped calm me down; he didn't ask me any questions until I had completely relaxed." I explained honestly.

"What did he say exactly?" They continue.

"He just apologized, asking if I wanted to talk. I said no at first, but then he asked why I've been distancing myself from him and the band, why all the songs I was writing were either dark or sad.

I told him the truth, that I was depressed, that I felt so intensely alone, and that I could no longer talk to Ronno because I was probably annoying him." An uncomfortable shiver ran up my spine, reliving those memories makes me feel nauseous.

"How did he react to that? I can't really picture him being the best at giving advice and comfort." She smiles in a joking way, attempting to lighten the conversation.

"He was lovely, he hugged me like a giant teddy bear and told me that he would help me through this. We talked for a while, he asked me why I thought I was annoying Ronno, and I told him what the band had said to me." I answer, feeling a small smile appear at the memory of Mick comforting me.

"What did he say to that?"

"He told me that they were a bunch of single idiots who were jealous, and that I shouldn't ruin a meaningful relationship with my best friend by believing the words of immature drug addicts." I respond, barely withholding my laughter as I watch everyone's reaction.

"He said that?!" They nearly yell, everyone laughing at my answer.

"Yes, and the next day he told them all off for belittling me. During our talk he spoke to me about my isolation, I explained that I did that when I was sad or feeling out of place, and he asked what he could do to make me feel like a part of the team. He honestly made me cry a couple of times from how caring he was. Then he started talking about heavier subjects, such as why I wasn't eating during lunch breaks, why I never accepted snacks, and why I was noticeably losing weight." I state, realizing that I was now broaching the subject of my eating disorder.

"That must've been tough." They state seriously.

"It was, I realized at that moment, how much I missed Ronno. I asked Jagger if he wanted me to leave the band since I was such a problem, but he told me to stop being an idiot. The next day I was given a few sheepish apologies from my band mates, and Jagger became a very prominent person in my life from that day on." I explained.

"That's good. So Mick Jagger stepping up to help you must've put him pretty high on your list of friends right?"

"Yes, I only realized how much he was doing for me when he barged into my room during a depressive episode and all but shoved the phone into my hand. I distinctly remember him telling me not to come out until tomorrow morning. When I held the phone up, he had actually dialed up Ronno, who sounded very tired and confused, as well as concerned." I smile, these are the memories that I hold onto dearly.

"Really? How did he know what number to call?"

"I assume he went snooping around my desk, in one of my drawers was a paper with dates, addresses, and numbers. It was one of the sweetest things anybody had ever done for me." The look on my face was genuine, that was honestly one of the sweetest things anyone has done for me.

"I know you two are still good friends, but was there ever the possibility of anything more?" Oh boy, I hate it when they try to talk about this subject.

"I did find him to be attractive if that's what you're asking, but I was never in love with him. He did ask me out on a date and I had said yes, the date was lovely, but we got caught in a crowd of fans and he was like how he normally is. It made me remember how many groupies I'd seen leaving his room, and how many women I've seen smothered over him at all times, and it scared me away from ever allowing myself to love him." I reply sincerely.

"Could there have been something? If you hadn't cut it off?" They continue to push the topic.

"There could've been something eventually - from the despondent look on his face when I said I didn't want a relationship, I think he wanted us to become something more. I don't regret what I did, I like the friendship I have with him, the last thing I wanted to do was ruin it with his promiscuity and my need for loyalty. We've moved on though, I kind of see him as the older brother I never had." I reply, explaining my reasoning and the aftermath.

"Well, since that ship has definitely sunk, what about Ronson? Was there ever anything there?" They just won't give up will they?

"No... Well, there was one time in high school when we thought we should try dating, but that was spurred on by our teenage inability to understand that we loved each other, but not in that way. We realized that that wasn't us when we tried to act like a couple and both noticed that it felt forced. Ever since then we've been best friends." I state.

"Gosh, you're shooting down all of the fan favorites. Are you interested in anyone? Anyone at all?" They sound slightly exasperated, maybe I should throw them a bone.

"Hmmm... Maybe." I smile, a mischievous glint surely in my eye.

"What do you mean maybe? You can't leave the fans hanging like that!" I can tell that I have their genuine attention now.

"Well, ever since David and I have become friends, I've been... slightly interested in him." I say, jumping straight into the deep end.

"..." The silence could almost be described as palpable, it almost makes me want to laugh at how everyone is stunned into silence.

"Well, don't just stare at me." I laugh lightly.

"... I'm sorry, just processing. Does David know this?" They ask in hurried confusion.

"Well, if he's watching like he said he would, then he knows now." I laughed once again, but this time it had an air of uncertainty to it.

"Don't tell me you just confessed over live TV, in an interview no less!" They say in shock, looking at me with wide eyes.

"What if he doesn't reciprocate!" Their response makes me shiver in discomfort at that possibility, but I respond in humor.

"Then I die of embarrassment, cut all ties, and become a hermit!" I state loudly.

"Oh don't do that Y/N! Only healthy reactions are allowed on this show." The crowd laughs lightly at our convo.

I'm about to respond, but my Motorola starts ringing in my bag. I look to the interviewer before quickly digging through my bag and pulling out the phone. I sheepishly glance at it, the audience having fallen silent at the interruption.

"Is it alright if I answer this? It might be important." I state, I know this sounds bad, but it could actually be important since I left my home and animals under the care of my neighbor.

"Of course, but you owe us one more question before you leave then." They respond, holding out their hand.

"Deal!" I agree, shaking their hand quickly.

"Hello, this is Y/N." I state in a professional tone, getting a funny look from the interviewer at my seriousness.

"Y/N darling!" I am thrown off by the happy and familiar tone.

"...David?!" I state in slight confusion, everyone seeming to lean in closer.

"...Yes?" He responds in the same tone, making fun of the way I responded.

"Why are you calling me? I'm in an interview." I explain, swiftly going back to my professional tone.

"Yes well, when someone confesses they are interested in dating you, I thought the first thing one should do is accept." He responds in a joking yet serious tone.

I'm silent for a few moments in surprise, did David just say he wants to date me too?

"Well, don't leave me without a response darling... Will you go on a date with me?" His serious and self assured tone dwindled slightly, I can hear his uncertainty.

"Yes." My response was short, it was rushed and all I could muster with my amount of shock.

"Good, I'll pick you up after the interview, so I'll see you in a few minutes." He stated before hanging up.

I can't contain the overjoyed smile that spreads across my face, most certainly accompanied by a warm blush. The audience snickers as I clumsily put my phone away, then they start laughing as the interviewer stares at me with a smug grin.

"Who was that?" They ask tauntingly.

"Ohhh... no one." I try to brush it off, but I know no one is believing.

"Really! Does this no one happen to be named David Bowie?" They continue.

I avert my eyes in embarrassment, the audience laughing even louder as I sheepishly nod my head.

#david bowie fanfic #david bowie x reader #david bowie imagine #david bowie fluff #david bowie #david bowie one shot #female insert #female reader #female writers #female author #famous reader #celebrity reader #interview #mick jagger #mick ronson #ziggy stardust #the rolling stones

[kit-williams]

absolutely simping for your yandere raven guard boys, they honestly make me feel so much better after a rough day. 😭

i did want to ask on how they'd react to their dove having really bad social anxiety and trust issues? they've had bad experiences in the past so they keep their emotions well guarded, but get past the layers and they're really devoted and affectionate. or at least try to be affectionate.

like a little thing i imagine is Dove wanting to hold one of their hands, but is super nervous about it because, "wait, what if they hate affection? what if i come off as awkward or annoying?" just a bunch of what if's and all that. feel free to delete this ask if it's too much- at the end of it all i just want to let you know how much i appreciate the raven bois. <3

Its very funny given how I've made Dove to be an activist and to be outgoing. But I like the thought....

Of course once everything got going the boys would make sure Dove was always safe and know that they always were up for her affection... Sor even making it a point to be "overly" affectionate with her to let her know that her touches were wanted.

But I can imagine poor Dove seeing Sor actually relaxing for once and she wants to ask him something but wait... Sor usually rarely talks... always clipped short words or sentences making sure that whatever he said was only really important and when he did talk for awhile it was only to his brothers in high gothic. Practically ignoring that she was around... She is so caught up in her own head she doesn't see how his black eyes are watching her from his peripheral as he just watches her mentally crumble before slinking off.

Moremo was always open but Dove notices he's been so busy since her ex left... oh she would be only a bother... and then when she sees Kazi training with such a serious look on his face she feels before he can put on his normally sweet smile for her.

It's Sor that finds her in her dark little corner with her knees against her forehead as she is just hiding and lost in her own thoughts that she can't help but scream when she sniffles and lifts her head only to see Sor suddenly there.

"You're upset." He says softly.

"I'm just-"

"I can smell you... you've been a walking scent ball of anxiety. Made it easy to find you." He says as if it was obvious.

"Thank you?"

"No it's- never mind. Why are you anxious?"

Dove muttered how she just wanted to talk to him... maybe hold his hand because sure she's held Kazi's hand and Moremo's... she hasn't held his yet.

Sor let out a rare soft smile as she could feel his hand gently embrace hers, "You don't need to ask Dove. I might not... say as much as Kazi can fill the air... nor as well as Moremo can... but I can at least try."

Dove felt herself blush as she just leaned against his muscular arm and that's all she could ask for... was being told that she was allowed into their world even if it was just this tiny little sliver. That's all she could want.

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[rxigns-rxman]

~Can’t Remember To Forget You~

Roman Reigns x Reader

This is the first thing I’ve ever written on here and I wrote it at like 1am but I couldn’t get it out of my head so😭

You’re sitting at the announcers table, the RAW Women’s Championship Title resting on your lap as you watch the match commence.

Roman Reigns vs Drew McIntyre.

“What a match so far!” Michael says from the middle of the table, causing you to turn your head to him. You nod, a small smile on your lips.

“It’s a damn match, that’s for sure. You know, from what I’m seeing right now, I might have to retract my bet with Seth.” You laugh, turning your head back towards the ring. The sentence sparked curiosity from the announcers, naturally.

“We made a bet, I said Drew was gonna win and he said Roman..looks like he’s gonna end up right after all.” You say, a small sigh coming from your gloss covered lips, your smile still there.

You continue to watch the match, trying to not feel so affected by the subtle glances Roman keeps sending your way every time he’s facing towards you.

The announcers chat and talk about the match as it continues, a lot of gasps and exclamations coming from the entire arena. Roman has the upper hand as he knocks Drew to the mat after beating him and tiring him out, a small grin rising on his lips. He turns his head, looking directly at you. You look right back at him for a moment, before you look away.

You turn your head back just in time to see Roman superman punch Drew, resulting in him falling to the mat.

“1,2,3!”

“And here is your winner, and still your world heavyweight champion, Roman Reigns!”

Cheers, yells, whistles and everything positive erupts in the arena. Michael Cole gets it out there about how happy he is. You laugh and look over at the ring, your eyes landing on Roman’s face. He’s staring at you again.

He’s holding his title belt in his right hand by his side, a smirk on his face as he looks right at you.

You swallow, a smile growing on your lips. You begin to feel shy, causing you to look down at the belt on your lap. Your smile turns into a grin as your cheeks flush slightly, Michael prodding you verbally, wanting to know what’s going on between you and Roman.

“What’s this?? Roman making Y/N shy?!” He exclaims in disbelief, not expecting anything like this to happen.

Roman rests on the ropes, his forearms resting on the top rope, the belt hanging down as he looks right at you. How are you supposed to not be shy?

You look back up at him and inhale a sharp breath through your parted lips, a small smile still on your lips.

That smirk, that stance, that..demeanour reminds you all too well of what occurred the night before this very moment.

The hand on your waist, the one on your cheek as yours rested comfortably on his muscular torso. The passion, the warmth, the love. A kiss like none you have ever experienced.The moonlight shining down on your figures as you admit your feelings to one another in that kiss that both of you had yearned for.

You laugh quietly to yourself, shaking your head as you look down at your hands, his gaze still lingering on you.

You clear your throat and lift your head back up, looking at him again after taking your mic off. You stand up, resting your title belt on your right shoulder as you make your way towards the ring. He instantly leans down, getting close to you, listening to what you have to say with that same damn smirk on his lips. The same one that made you feel so intoxicated the night before.

“You gotta stop looking at me like that, Ro..cuz when you look at me, the only memory is us kissing in the moonlight. And you just don’t understand what it’s doing to me..”

You look up at him, your eyes shining with something that only Roman could pick up on. He grins and looks from your eyes to your lips, only subtly.

“I look at you to remember that memory, sweetheart.”

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I literally kept listening to that song and just thought of this random scenario so😭

If you liked it then comment anything you want me write or just something nice lmao, love ya!

#wrestling #wwe #roman reigns #drew mcintyre #monday night raw #the shield #x reader #female insert

[joanie-writes]

Astraea Pt. 2

The much awaited return.

LowHonour!Arthur x F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, naivety, slight degradation, unsafe sex, vaginal sex, rough sex

Word count: 3.1k

Pt. 1

At first you were only excited for his return. It was all you dreamt about, all you hoped and prayed for. But time went on and that ruggedly handsome face hadn't shown, your dreams slowly died out and you began to unravel what had happen that night. You were left tarnished and ruined. Sure nobody ever found out, though your father was furious about the loss of his horses. Arthur had taken your innocence and bolted with it. Why couldn't you have just listened to your father and stayed far away from the greedy hands of a man? That was what you often stayed awake thinking about.

But another question you could not seem to drop was if what you had done together was so wrong, why did it feel so good? After waking from a false reality where the cowboy had climbed into your room once again, you bit your lip as you felt slick beginning to cool your inner thigh. You dragged a shaking hand down your front, sliding your fingers to the bud that longed for the touch of him.

Your father had left to attend some business in the east, but with your brothers in charge the ranch continued on. As did your learnings, father had always said he didn't want a stupid girl, so you practiced your pianoforte tirelessly. With the beautiful chimes you were left unable to think about his blue eyes or the way he held you as you kissed. You were so focused on getting the damn song right that you hadn't even noticed that you'd played yourself into the night.

A siren kind of sound was what Arthur heard from his place upon his horse, a ways up the hill and still decently far from the familiar manor house. But he could hear the graceful song well, the notes soaring through the fields. It wasn't a short trip back here, but Arthur couldn't get you out of his head. You were messing up his shots and causing tension with his fellow gang members, all while you weren't there. So he figured that one more time would get you out of his system for good. 

"You have got to stop leaving doors open, angel." Your head whipped around at the gruff voice, a gasp leaving your lips as you stopped mid play. 

There he was, leaned up against the patio doorway, his hat only just covering his eyes. Your eyes were wide and doe like, that same look you'd given him when you awoke with his hand covering your mouth, the same look but softened when he left. You got up, silently making your way to him only for Arthur to grab you and lean you over with a kiss, allowing you to snatch the hat right off his head. You moaned against his lips, tasting a minty tobacco mix. 

Once you had been released from Arthur's hold and a cocky smile was placed on lips and you took your chance to give him a very deserved smack.

Arthur chuckled and shook his finger also shaking his head while he said, "You pack one hell of a hit." 

"You just abandoned me, Arthur, after you did, that, to me." You frowned, pushing his hand away when he reached for your waist. You placed his trusty hat on your head, just to try.

"I'll make it up to you."

There was not a hint of remorse in his voice, but as that silver tongue poked out to wet his lips, you couldn't help but fall for him and his tricks again. As soon as you nodded, Arthur pressed his lips to yours again, leading you back into the solarium which housed the grand piano, tipping the much too big hat off of your head.

There was a part of Arthur that couldn't help but be eternally grateful to whatever entity watched over him that you were not enlarged with a baby of his creation, he knew he wasn't meant to be a father. And you would have been put in the paper as the next Virgin Mary, which he'd chuckle at later. 

Arthur pulled away again to your disappointment, leaning away with a smile when you chased his lips. "I heard your playing, you think you could give me a little show?" You took a deep breath before shrugging and agreeing, it wasn't like you were short on time, but your patience was running a little short. 

You sat on the bench, flipping through the sheet music to find a song that might better suit the electric atmosphere. Arthur waltzed around the room, admiring the expensive trinkets and the array of plants but as you began playing his gaze fixed itself onto you. He watched your impeccable posture and your fingers move skillfully along the keys to create the melody. You blushed under his intense stare but simply tried to focus on the song, trying to prove you were unaffected by your own yearning. 

The song faltered when you watched Arthur drop to his hands and knees out of the corner of your eye and again when he pinched your leg. "Don't stop, just pretend I'm not here." Arthur spoke from under the piano, you shook your head and kept up with your fingers.

Your breath hitched when you felt Arthur tug your undergarments off while he pushed your skirt out of the way. You paused for a mere second to assist him with the task. A quiet whine escaped you when you felt Arthur press his lips to your inner thigh, his hands dancing from your knees to your hips. Arthur glanced up at you before reaching around you to pull your body closer to the edge of the bench and to his greedy lips, making it harder to play but you figured whatever he was about to do to you would be worse.

He started by kissing up your thigh, skillfully dragging his tongue along your flaming skin, "You're so wet already, you know I was comin'?" Arthur smiled when you nodded breathlessly, not yet letting his orchestrations distract you from playing. The first flick of his tongue on your clit brought forth the most angelic sound that Arthur had ever heard, even more angelic than your music, which was also impressive. 

The slight pause of your playing was left unnoticed by Arthur because he was too busy with the sinfully sweet taste of you dancing in his undeserving mouth as he ate you right up. His hands gripped the flesh of your thighs and groaned into your skin. Your wanton moans mixed with the music in perfect harmony. The foreign feeling of his tongue dipping into your entrance made your chest rise with breath and whimper his name. 

It had been so long since you'd felt this enraptured, your peak didn't take long to build in the pit of your loins. When Arthur swiped his tongue over the whole of you the harmony became yours alone because involuntarily your hands left the piano to grip the dirty blonde hair. 

This caused Arthur to pull away with a sharp nip to your inner thigh, "What did I say, angel?" 

"Don't stop." You answered breathlessly, the gleam of sweat on your bosom nearly making Arthur unable to follow though with his order, only wanting to follow the one you just indirectly gave him. The sight alone made him want to dive back into your pussy. 

But alas, he regained control of his thoughts and pushed the bench away from the piano, swiftly getting up to place you atop of the grand instrument. Automatically your legs spread to create a perfect space for him. Arthur's impatient hands made quick work of your blouse; in an instant it was cast to the floor. "Shame you stopped that pretty playing, would've loved to keep goin', angel." He said while undid the buttons of his shirt.

You turned red hot at Arthur's words and the way he nimbly undressed himself, revealing his strong body just for you. The thought of what he may have done in his absence irked you some because you had to sit here and daydream, but you pushed the thought away, focusing on the moment in front of you. Arthur began pulling your skirt off, leaving you only in your corset.

"I need you, Arthur." You spoke softly, looking at him with that semblance of innocence which in turn ran a chill up Arthur's spine. The mostly glass walls of the solarium made the thill of this sin more exciting for Arthur while it made the hairs on your arms stand straight up. 

Arthur didn't dignify your begging with a response, only pulling your bottom half closer to his crotch by pushing the small of your back, your skin horribly squeaked against the shiny black piano as he did which caused your face to burn hot for the umpteenth time. Again, Arthur paid no attention, purely focused on the the feeling of his swollen and angry tip prodding your entrance. 

You tilted his face downwards to yours with a single finger, lowering your tone to a whisper to make the message clear for him.

"Fuck me, cowboy."

"When did you learn that talk, huh?" Icy hot jealously whipped through Arthur's veins, a few months ago you barely knew what your own body was capable of but now you were using this kind of language?

"You fuck somebody else since I been away?" He imitated you, causing you to shrink in on yourself. 

"No, no, I just um, I was talking to one of the ranch hands about one of the girls from town he hangs around with." Arthur believed you, he just wanted to take every opportunity to make your stomach twist with nerves that he could.

"He told you how he fucks her? Does he fuck her good?"

"I don't know!"

"But he told you that he does fuck her, clearly. Do you think he fucks her good?" 

"Arthur." You sighed.

He laughed, shaking his head as he said, "I guess it doesn't matter, you know I'm gonna fuck you good." 

Your fingers locked around Arthur's thick biceps in a tight grip the second he pushed half of his length into you. The sudden stretch burned for you but there was no resistance on his part with the way your nectar was dripping out of you. Arthur couldn't help but pause and admire your beauty yet again. 

The second half of his length officially filled you to the very brim. A feeling like no other; a feeling that you'd been trying to chase but being held by iron chains made it impossible. 

"Give it to me, angel, let me hear you sing." 

You could barely hear Arthur's words over the sound of his skin violently hitting yours from the force of this thrusts, there was no shot your body would be the same after tonight. A pitchy whine released itself from within you at his plea and the feeling of him reaching so very deep inside of you. 

He chuckled as he panted from the strain, laughing out, "That's it, you're such a good girl." With a smack to the side of your thigh. 

"Hey sister! Are you in there? Whats going on?" 

You pushed Arthur by his bare chest with all of your might, hurrying to pull on your skirts and drag a still very much shirtless Arthur out of the patio door. The rush of adrenaline went straight to Arthur's cock. He was impressed with your speed, and he had to admit the glimmer of sweaty arousal in the moonlight on you looked incredible.

You silently prayed that your oaf of a brother wouldn't knock down the locked door in search of you for you knew Arthur's dark red shirt and scuffed hat still lay strewn about the floor along with your top. But hopefully if he did he was dumb enough to think one of the farmhands was getting up to no good... Arthur on the other hand stood quietly next to you against the wall of the house, watching the peaks of your breasts in the corset fall rapidly up and down. The strain in his pants grew more uncomfortable the longer you stood there and waited for any sort of noise. 

"He won't go searching, c'mere." Arthur beckoned, tugging you by the hand further along the back of the house, where the chandelier light from the solarium didn't reach as much. He kissed your neck, leaning you against the wall and greedily grabbing at your body wherever he could. Your lips fell apart in the utter lust of it all, your eyes closing in the frustration of Arthur's recklessness.

You huffed, still nuzzling into the campfire scent he had, "A-Arthur, somebody is going to see us out here." He only shushed you, the sudden feeling of your feet leaving the ground making you forget the danger you were in right now. Arthur had picked you up to properly hold you captive against the wall, the stockholm syndrome was strong.

He helped you moved your skirt aside, your wonder got the best of you again, "You can have me like this?"

Arthur smiled wickedly before replying, "I could have you anyway I like."  

The property was quiet besides the occasional yelp of a fox and both of your ragged breathing. You held yourself up securely around Arthur's toned back while he continued his assault on your jaw and neck. Your eyes clamped shut when he pushed into you once again, the size of him and the tightness of you got the best of you both for a moment there. You moaned against the flaming skin of his neck, the feeling was indescribable. 

"You're so fuckin' hm - so tight, angel. Feels like I can't even move." 

"Please, oh-" You were cut off by the first thrust and your brain felt like it was turning more and more into mush with each direct snap of Arthur's hips. He could tell, he knew that your eyes were rolling back and the way your front teeth gently scraped against the bare skin of his shoulder indicated that you couldn't even bear to produce sound.  

"You were made just for me, weren't you? Sent down by the fucking heavens above." Arthur mumbled to you, the slap of his skin against yours joining the sound of the crickets. The heat of the summer night made sweat drip down the back of Arthur's neck but not even the heat from hell below could have stopped him from ravishing you. 

He adjusted his hold on you all while picking up the speed of his thrusts. Your body shook and your toes curled when he hit that special place inside of you, like he had found the key once again. "Oh my - Arthur, Arthur, do that again, please." You tremored out.

Usually Arthur Morgan wasn't one to obey the requests of anybody, but with the way you were holding him and how you felt wrapped in his arms, he would've done anything for you. So at his brutal pace, Arthur repeatedly hit that spot, even faltering in his movement for a moment with the way you squeezed around his cock in return. And for the first time in a while Arthur got to see you as you threw your head back in pure, unadulterated, pleasure. Your hips bounced gently back against him, which only poured fuel on the fire that burned inside both of you. 

"Cmon, angel, show me what a dirty girl you are." 

Arthur's backwards flattery pulled a long whine out of you, and with a final sharp push you felt yourself shake with the crashing waves from the first time. Arthur looked down to where he was still fucking into you, seeing the ocean of your bliss drip down into the grass. The sight made his abs tighten, he bit your shoulder in a last attempt to last any longer but again barely made it to spend himself onto the ground below you. He wished he could have just stayed sheathed inside of you, feel his cum leak into you and then proceed to push it even farther, the thought alone made him want another go at you. But, he held your limp form in his arms still and knew you couldn't handle once more. The signature smirk returned. 

Arthur carried you back into the solarium and gently placed you back onto one of the cushy chairs, catching himself absentmindedly giving your forehead a tender kiss. You picked your head up to watch him collect his clothing, half buttoning his shirt and laying his hat towards the back of his head - he was beautiful. Arthur brought you your shirt, knowing you couldn't stay in here the whole night so he was unable to freely enjoy the view of your naked form like before. He also figured staying any longer would already be pushing his already dumb luck. 

"So uh, where's your pops? I guess I should introduce myself, huh?" Arthur teased, chuckling at the sight of your eyes widening.

"Arthur Morgan." You sighed, smiling as you stood, your legs screaming for you to sit back down.

He held your face in his giant hands, a stroke to your cheekbone warmed your heart. Both of you leaned in for one last kiss and you arms instinctively wrapped around him once again to pull your body closer to his. Arthur was first to pull away to then lean his forehead against yours, he didn't seem like a big bad outlaw right now, especially with the way you tipped the hat off his head this go around.

"What are you doing to me, angel?" 

You didn't fully get what he meant by that so you didn't feel the need to respond. He met those doe like eyes again and shook his head while fully pulling away from you. "I should go now." Arthur said while looking at the sky; the black abyss now had yellow and pink hues spilling into it. 

"Will I see you ever again, Arthur?"

He shrugged, finding it harder to move the more he backed away from you, "I don't know." 

You felt the urge to throw something at him or scream or anything. It wasn't fair for him to do this to you again and it also wasn't fair that you couldn't leave this godforsaken house. You had half the mind to run away, which also didn't seem fair, because before Arthur, you would have never thought a thing like that. 

"Don't come back then." You seethed 

Arthur watched your hopeful shoulders fall, he watched you move closer to shove him out of the patio door, pushing his hat to his chest with tears brimming your eyes. "You don't get to throw me away when you don't need me, Arthur Morgan." 

Wordlessly, he turned around and began his walk away from you. Arthur knew if he explained his feelings to you that it would only hurt and confuse you more. He also knew that he may not be able to control his frustration. But his stomach hurt with the thought of how he just hurt you, he'd never felt that for anybody before. 

#haven't written in a while hope this is good ;( #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x you #arthur morgan smut #red dead redemption arthur #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 x reader #rdr2 writing #rdr2 #arthur morgan #x reader #reader insert #female insert #smut

[ballad-of-birdy-lamb]

can i send a tbosas request please? sejanus plinth x female reader, romantic and maybe hurt/comfort, she knows about his intentions and actually reassures him (i just want an alternative ending where he’s alive and happy pls😭)

Making peace with my inevitable death.

Sejanus Plinth x Fem! Reader (romantic fic, hurt comfort) Summary: There was only so long before you would find Sejanus, Spruce, and Billy Taupe's plan. Warning: violence, guns, death, description of blood, romantic, hurt comfort (Sejanus being comforted)(highkey sucks), nonaligned storytelling with the book or film (I forgot and was blindly going along) Author's note: this was lowkey difficult to make, I'm so sorry it took so long!!! Word count:4.2k

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Lucy Gray's voice carried throughout the Hob, the dancing townspeople filled the large room with repetitive tapping, all intermixed with each other.

Your hands were clasped in the hands of your love, who spun you around on the wooden floor. The dance was done by others, the citizens of District Twelve, who danced with their friends and lovers with excitement. The floral patterns of the women's dresses flashed by as you took quick steps with the music.

Sejanus’ hand was on your hip, quickly swaying you from side to side, hastily following the people around you both to not trip the rest of the dancers. He occasionally looked down at his feet, hoping he was taking the correct steps. Which, he was but he was still too nervous about messing up and flustering himself in front of you.

“You’re doing fine,” you say, loud enough for only him to hear. Sejanus smiled at your assurance and continued dancing.

You didn’t say anything to each other for several minutes, simply swaying with each other.

“After this song I have to go talk to my friend,” Sejanus whispered to you, barely audible with the loud ballad your friend sang effortlessly. You smiled at him and nodded, not fully understanding what he was saying. But you agreed nonetheless.

It was almost like he had known when the song ended because it was almost immediately after he said those words that it came to a conclusion. It ended with a bang, as one would say, ending with high notes and a final boom.

Lucy Gray had finished the upbeat song, the crowd clapping for her performance. The rest of the Covey shuffled around to get ready for the next song. “Thank you everyone,” she said happily, glancing at the rest of the Covey, who were stretching their fingers and fixing themselves, bracing for the next part of the show.

The dancers slowed to a stop, several of them leaving to get a drink. You and Sejanus did the same, leaving the dance floor to the table he occupied before you went to dance. The sound of a strumming guitar filled the room, followed by the angelic voice of Lucy Gray, singing a slow ballad.

Sejanus led you back to the table quietly, moving past the slow dancers, your hand carefully in his. You finally saw the table he had originally occupied, Coriolanus sitting at the stool, saving the spot for him.

You smiled at Coriolanus, who nodded at you before sipping from his glass again. Sitting on the stool, you took Sejanus’ glass of alcohol and drank from it with a smile. You knew he wouldn’t care that much about you taking the drink compared to other people, which you were grateful for.

“I’ll be back in a bit,” Sejanus smiled and kissed your cheek lightly, setting a couple more coins for you if you wanted another drink. You nod and scoot the coins closer to you, making sure you could grab them quickly if needed. “Stay here for now.”

Your eyes trailed to Coriolanus, who drank from his glass cup that held little alcohol and watched Lucy Gray. You watched Sejanus make his way down one of the halls, the hall leading to a room containing the Covey's stuff. You sip from the glass filled with alcohol, the glass having been Sejanus’s. You didn’t care about that though, taking the alcohol in with boredom.

Coriolanus didn’t say a word as he stood from the table, leaving his almost empty glass of alcohol to follow Sejanus. You narrowed your eyes as he followed the other man down the hall. You didn’t try calling Coriolanus back to ask where he was going.

Your eyes went back to Lucy Gray, who sung a song you had heard a time or two, her having performed it to see if it was good or not. Your lips let the rest of the alcohol into your mouth, the rest of it finally leaving the glass.

Her voice carried throughout like soft rushing water, like a river truly. Soft yet prominent in its flow. Your thoughts went to what you and Sejanus could be doing if he didn’t have that odd meeting with his so-called friend. You never even met the man, only catching glimpses of him when Sejanus went to grab another drink but went along with someone else to talk.

Several minutes had passed and Sejanus was still gone, at some point you got the idea to find him. Taking the coins, you put them in your pocket, and leave the table. The ballad Lucy Gray sang slowed to an end as you made your way through the crowd. The people clapped once they came to a stop, pulling their hands from their partners.

You turned to the darkened hallway, which was only for the people who used the Hob more than anyone else. Usually for the Covey but on the occasion for religious speakers, but that was nowhere near as common as Lucy Gray appearing.

“Sejanus?” You call as you go down the hall, finding several doors on the hall's walls. The sliding doors in the hallway all led to different rooms you had never been in. Your eyes fell on the door you had been in several times, bringing in the Covey’s instruments and helping them clean up after the shows. But you heard voices coming from behind the light wood. Taking several steps away from the hallway and to the Hob’s stage, you saw nearly the entire Covey on stage. Clerk Carmine was going around the lively Hob collecting donations from the dancers and drinkers at tables. And Maude Ivory was standing at the microphone, about to sing her new sunshine song she made only days prior.

You walk back to the door, the voices having quieted. You stare at it for several seconds before going to grab the handle, forcing it open, and sliding it away from the doorframe.

“Sejanus?” Your eyes almost naturally went to the ground when you opened the door, walking in hoping to find him. Your eyes went up to the group of men standing in the room, their gaze all on you.

“(Y/n)?” Sejanus mumbled, staring at you with hesitant shock. He tried walking to you but was stopped by a man holding a rifle, which was pointed at your chest. You stiffen at the sight of the gun, raising your hands from your sides to above your head.

“Who the hell are you?” The man asked roughly, not trying to be nice about the situation.

Your mouth went dry from stress and tried speaking but nothing came out. The man sneered at the sound of silence from you. “Answer me,” he blurted into the stiffened air.

"Spruce, she's with me," Sejanus says with a smile, though it was obvious it was a nervous one. One made to appease the gun holding man. Spruce nodded slowly and turned back to Billy Taupe. It was obvious that the answer wasn’t enough for him but he was willing to take it for now.

Your mind finally recognized the name. Spruce. Billy Taupe had had relations with him while he was dating Lucy Gray, occasionally having Spruce follow him around the Hob while he wasn’t on stage with her.

"You know for a fact she won't know about us leaving for the cabin?" Spruce asks and raises his brow. You look between the men, wondering who he was talking about. Billy Taupe nodded.

"Lucy Gray? Yeah, she doesn't know a thing. I haven't spoken to her since that fight happened," Billy Taupe answered plainly. Oh, that's who he was talking about. Lucy Gray. You pressed your lips into a line.

You cross your arms and look over at Sejanus, who made a bit of a deal to not look over at you. You narrow your eyes as you pause to think about what to say, almost like a parent would a child that did something they weren’t supposed to.

“Sejanus, come here please,” you said, motioning for him. Which he did willingly. You paused for several seconds, putting your hands on your hips. “What are you doing?”

Sejanus almost immediately answered you. “I’m doing a good thing,” he justified. You narrowed your eyes, which you were surprised you could do again, and you gave him a slightly angered look. With your gaze, he tried again. “I’m helping Lil get out of prison, we’re gonna take her up north and live out there for a while.”

Your eyes widen at the idea and look at the other men in the room, going to Coriolanus. “They’re all helping you?” You ask, motioning to the others in the room.

It was almost instantaneous the way he nodded but paused on Coriolanus. “Billy Taupe and Spruce are, Corio isn’t a part of this,” Sejanus answered. You raised your brow as you thought about his answer.

“Sejanus, you’re going to get killed,” you state plainly. It was true, he wouldn’t survive this at all. The peacekeepers would find him far before he could even step near Lil’s cell. They would find Spruce quickly since he wouldn’t be able to hide forever. And it wasn’t like Billy Taupe wasn’t a loud mouth in his own right, he’d probably get drunk and become too prideful in helping them and get hung.

“I won’t get killed, I promise you,” Sejanus assured and looked back at Spruce, who stared at the both of you with suspicion. “I can see if we can bring you along to the lake house.”

With that, he turned back to the others in the room. You press your lips together in silent anger. You knew it was difficult getting through to Sejanus sometimes but you never realized how difficult it truly was. 

You hesitated to call him back, wondering if giving him a talking was even an option at this point. But you stayed silent.

Sejanus turned back to Spruce, reaching into his pocket and finding a large folded piece of paper in his hand. “I was able to grab one of the maps of the prison,” Sejanus said, hoping to clear the air of awkwardness.

Spruce took the map quickly, putting the gun down on one of the instrument cases in front of him. He unfolded it carefully but with an obvious intensity at the sight of the object. He grinned at the markings on the page. The thin lining of Sejanus’ pens showed where the guards would move each night, their original posts, and Lil’s prison cell.

It finally hit you how long Sejanus had been planning this escape route. It was months ago that Lil’s love died but it took only a couple months to figure out how the posts changed, where they were, and where Lil was kept.

“Billy Taupe!” A shrill voice called from the back door leading to the room, the sound of clicking heels followed quickly. “Billy Taupe, I have been calling you all day, where the hell have you been?”

You stood awkwardly in the group, watching as she went to his side, side eyeing the group. Her gaze found you but barely any malice was found behind them, at least there wasn’t as much hatred compared to how she felt about Lucy Gray.

Spruce groaned with annoyance, but didn’t decide to point the gun at her. He knew better than doing such a thing to Mayfair of all people. Everyone knew she would screech louder than a Jabberjay if someone threatened her.

Mayfair paused once she saw the group, looking them over with confused hostility. “What is going on?” She asked, looking around the room until her eyes landed on her lover.

Billy Taupe scoffed and waved her off, not saying a word to answer her. Mayfair’s mind must have gone to different ideas about what could be happening, especially with the sight of the rifle.

“I told you to stop hanging out with them,” Mayfair sneered and grabbed Billy Taupe’s hand to pull him away. He pulled away from her and gave her a dirty look.

“It doesn’t contain you,” he spat and gave her a crude look. “You shouldn’t even be here for this. This never included you.”

“What time do the peacekeepers change stations?” Billy Taupe asked Sejanus, his eyebrows knit together with annoyance originally towards Mayfair.

“They said 12:30 AM, they change officer’s every six hours,” Sejanus answered quickly, pointing down at the map with ease, motioning to a specific area of the building, a smaller cell. You could only guess it was Lil’s.

“They get to each station in five minutes each, it doesn’t take long for them since they move quickly,” Sejanus continued, moving his finger over the page, motioning the ways the peacekeepers would move along.

“Coriolanus?” Another soft voice called as the clicks of her heels gave her away. It was Lucy Gray. Spruce instantaneously pointed the gun to her chest, causing Coriolanus to step in front of her to cover her. If he hadn’t covered her, you would have pushed her out just as fast as she had gotten in.

Lucy Gray gasped at the sight of the dark barrel of the gun, stopping in her tracks, her face going pale.

“Don’t shoot her, she didn’t do anything,” Coriolanus stated, holding his arm out to stop Spruce from shooting. Lucy Gray held onto his arm with sudden anxiousness, keeping him close like he was a shield.

It was almost like the sight of possibly death made Mayfair reconsider coming to get Billy Taupe entirely, grabbing at his arm with vigor. “Billy Taupe, we have to go. Something bad is gonna happen if you don’t,” she argued, pulling at his hand. He, almost naturally, pulled away from her.

“This never contained you and I’m not leaving. Go home if you want,” he waved her off, side eyeing her before looking back at the map.

Mayfair’s face grew to a red from a mixture of embarrassment and also anger. Maybe it was from the fact Lucy Gray would have had him gone in seconds, the sight of his ex lover having gotten to her quickly.

“I’m leaving! Billy Taupe, you better come with me because I am not allowing you to go along with them of all people!” Mayfair exclaimed, staring at him, expecting him to agree to leave with her from how much she was screaming about it.

You look away quickly from the both of them, hoping Billy Taupe hadn’t seen you staring and turning his anger to you. Lucy Gray and Coriolanus didn’t do something similar, staring at them like the couple were wild animals. At this point, they might as well be.

“I ain’t leaving with you. I said go home if you want,” Billy Taupe sneered, Mayfair grew red faced, her blush almost contrasted how bright red she became. She huffed before turning away from the group and started to quickly walk -almost run- from them.

At the sight, Spruce stepped to where she stood before, waiting a couple seconds before she made it to the stairway, and pulled the trigger.

Mayfair’s body fell to the ground with a thud, making no motion to curl into herself or try screaming. It was like Spruce knew where to hit to kill her quickly.

It seemed like several minutes passed as you tried regaining your hearing, the shotgun causing your ears to ring painfully. Once you finally came back to reality, Lucy Gray had shrieked, pulling away to hide behind Coriolanus, who was nearly as shaken as her.

Sejanus stood in horror, watching the blood from Mayfair’s wound slowly spill from the shot. His fists slowly went to the sides of his head beside his temple, his breath eventually coming out in odd puffs, mimicking a sob with no tears.

“I need to go!” Lucy Gray mutters lifelessly, almost without mind. She turned away from Coriolanus, moving to run out of the room through the door leading to the lively Hob. It was almost immediately that Billy Taupe grabbed her arm, pulling her closer.

“You’ll stay since everyone else will,” Billy Taupe exclaimed, glaring down at her with a hatred you haven’t seen in years.

“Let her go,” Coriolanus blurted out at the touch between the two, turning to Spruce and taking an aggressive step closer to the gun wrangler. Billy Taupe almost immediately pulled her to him again when she tried stepping away from the blood pool growing near her foot.

“I’m not letting her go if she can sell us out!” He exclaimed. Lucy Gray pulled at her arm again, just far enough for her wrist to only be in his grasp.

At the sight, Coriolanus grabs the gun from Spruce violently, pointing it at Billy Taupe and firing a second shot of the night. Again, the ringing in your ears followed, leaving you partially deaf from the violent noise.

Lucy Gray pulled her arm away when Billy Taupe’s hand loosened, his body falling to the ground. You took several steps back, taking a step toward the door. It was almost immediately that Lucy Gray ran to Coriolanus’ arms, pulled tightly into his chest.

Spruce stared down at Billy Taupe, the deaths having been enough for him tonight to grab the guns and leave. He didn’t say a word as he grabbed the bag of artillery, turned to the stairwell's direction and ran past the blood-soaked bodies.

Coriolanus watched Spruce run out the room and out the back door. Lucy Gray tried stopping herself from sobbing from anxiety and fear, her forehead against his. He was quick to whisper something to her, barely audible over Sejanus’ sudden scream from the sight.

Whatever her love had said caused Lucy Gray to run to the door, hoping to leave. But she grabbed your hand. “(Y/n), please don’t stay here,” she whispered to you with anxious tears in her eyes. “They’ll find you if you don’t run too.”

You gazed at her for several seconds before Coriolanus grabbed her shoulder and pulled her with him, giving you one last look. It was a mix of discomfort and anger that you couldn’t understand why he felt. The second emotion is the most confusing. But nonetheless, you stay silent as the door closes behind the couple.

You take deep breaths, hoping the bloody mess and violent night wouldn’t cause you to cry so suddenly. As little as you liked Billy Taupe, part of you still felt disturbed at the sight. You knew him for so long that you couldn’t help being a little grief stricken.

You push that idea into the back of mind and turn to Sejanus, who had fallen into loud sobs from panic.

“Sejanus, listen to me,” you say suddenly, turning to the sobbing man. His breath came out in sudden coughs and hiccups, his sobs growing quick as he mumbled.

Sejanus held his balled fists against the sides of his head, muttering continuously to himself. “This wasn’t supposed to happen, no one was supposed to get hurt,” he whispered.

“It’s going to be fine; everything is fine!” You say quickly trying to calm yourself and him down. You took his hands into yours, hoping the contact would calm him. But it didn’t even help you, your hands still shook from nerves from the sudden deaths.

“No, no! They’re going to find us!” He sobbed again, trying to pull away. It was almost like your words from earlier finally struck him, the gravity of the situation setting in once Mayfair and Billy Taupe were dead.

“Sejanus, look at me,” you exclaim and turn his head to look at you. His reddened eyes looked down at you with fear, sniffles following his sobs. His lips had gone back in a grief filled sneer, showing his teeth as he tried pulling back from you.

He tried staying still and fearless for what you needed to say but his body trembling in your hands was obvious. “Everything is going to be fine,” you hesitate to speak again, and you didn’t know how much of that was true.

The peacekeepers were unnecessarily willing to become violent, the blood they were willing to stain their hands with might as well be medals in their eyes. If they found anyone that had been in the room now or earlier, who knows what could happen to anyone. Maybe their eyes would be lost first so they could never see their lovers or their teeth to never speak to them again. You pushed the idea away hastily.

The iron smell of Mayfair and Billy Taupe’s blood seemed to scare Sejanus more than anything, their bodies always there, even if he couldn’t see it. “I’ll take care of you, and we’ll leave,” you suggested. Sejanus sat on the chair at the desk behind him. Sobbing into his hands.

The way he sobbed grew painful to hear, it was like he was trying to cry hard enough his throat would never recover. And that’s what a surprising amount of people did. But you didn’t want Sejanus to be one of those people that fell into such a deep pit of despair in haste.

“We’ll leave for the lake house, and they’ll never find us,” you assure, as if it would actually happen. He hesitantly reached up to grab onto your clothes, bring you against him and resting his head against your shoulder, sobbing with surprising aggression.

You tense at the sudden touch, slowly relaxing as his cries were muffled by the cloth covering your skin. Your hands gently touched Sejanus’ upper back, feeling his shoulders rise and fall with sudden vigour every couple seconds.

“I don’t want to die,” Sejanus mumbled, his hands almost clawing at your back from grief. You nod and gently pet the back of his head.

“You won’t. We won’t,” you say again. Part of that pledge meant to keep you sane. You knew so little about things like this, events like this, and only time could tell the future.

Sejanus’ breath calmed slightly when you brought yourself to speak again.

“I can’t do much when you have to go back to base, alright?” You state and hold his head to your chest, keeping him against you. Sejanus’ hands had gone to your back, grasping the fabric of your clothes with horrid desperation. “I can take you home but you’re on your own after that.”

Sejanus’ nose peeked over your shoulder; the tip of his reddened nose was almost as bright as his teary eyes. You slowly pulled him from your shoulder, looking him in the eye. “We have to go. There’s only so much time we have until people will see us,” you whisper to him, pulling him to his feet.

He reluctantly followed you as you carefully stepped around the bloody puddles from the lovers' bodies. You held your breath as you slowly walked past them, feeling like if you left out one single breath meant they would grab you or come back to life.

Sejanus did something similar, refusing to look at the corpses. You, on the other hand, caught a glimpse of Mayfair. The skin in her hands had grown pale, the only reason the red in her cheeks hadn’t left was because of the blush put on earlier that day.

Your eyes went back to the stairway, keeping your mind on where you should be going and not what is making you leave. The aggressive scent of iron filled your nose, reminding you that they were there no matter if you didn’t think or see them. They were there no matter what.

Sejanus was the first to go up the stairs, the tapping of his shoes filled the silence as he stepped into the dark hall. You took one last look at the orange lit room, holding your friends' belongings. The long shadows of the Covey’s instrument cases reminded you they’d eventually find the bodies; Lucy Gray can only hold them away from the room for so long before they have to get their things.

“(Y/n)?” Sejanus called from the doorway. Your mind went blank and looked back up at him, the dark night outside drew his figure down the steps. You don’t say anything as you follow him up.

The deep blue night hung over you both like a satin sheet, the stars unable to be seen with the -almost orange- street lights shining down on you. Sejanus’ sniffling was still audible from him. His trembling still found in your hand holding his. You trembled too, out of fear, sadness, and hope oddly enough. You wouldn’t allow Sejanus’ spirit to follow Mayfair and Billy Taupe so soon. No, you’d find a way to take him home, no matter if that wasn’t a home he had ever been to.

The darkness enclosed you both, the only thing bringing his figure to your eyes was the orange lamp light, shining long shadows behind you as you walked. Eventually, you sat on a nearby bench, making him sit to calm down again.

His breath slowed to a normal pace, occasionally stopped by sniffles. Your hand was still on his head, held against your shoulder. Of course, you couldn’t be sure the peacekeepers wouldn’t find you.

A final kiss was placed against Sejanus’ temple, his body loosening in your arms, but the desperation in his hold never left your arms.

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I'm so sorry it took so long to get back to you. I kept going back and forth on what I should have written since I couldn't think of anything. A bit OOC, again, so sorry. My tbosas masterlist

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[konigsblog]

virgin!soap and virgin!reader

virgin!soap never lost his virginity due to his high standards and expectations. he most definitely believed everything he saw in porn, almost becoming addicted to it because he was so pent up and sexually frustrated with nothing to use other than his hand as an outlet.

you, on the other hand, never lost it due to many reasons. you'd never found the person, the one to claim you. of course, at nighttime when you got horny, you'd be left with pornhub on your phone and your fingers stuffing your cunt, pumping them into you in rhythm with the thrusts. you watched each thrust, wishing you could feel it in that moment, wish you c—

your door opened, your eyes meeting a frantic johnny. you'd both been close friends, or atleast close enough for you both to specify being a virgin. he palmed his huge, hard boner over his boxer briefs, walking over to you while panting heavily with desperation in his voice. he'd pushed for you before, his only desire to be buried inside your warm, wet walls.

“pl-please, love-god, a’ need it...” johnny's dick twitched, watching as you curled your fingers inside your pussy and bit your bottom lip. your slit was soaked in slick, sweet cum running down your thighs in droplets. the head of his hard dick seeped pearly beads of precum onto your clit, spitting on his hand and stroking himself ‘til he had a white ring of his sticky cum forming around his shaft, growing even more needy at the sight of your glistening pussy. he dragged his finger up your pussy to your clit, collecting your juices on his fingers. he spread your legs, placing himself between your soft, supple thighs, gripping into the flesh on your ass and stuffing his wet fingers into your mouth while his other hand angled the tip of his dick into your cunny.

he slowly eased inside, muffling your loud moans with his thick, calloused fingers, moving them in harmony with his hips. “tha’s right, bonnie--hah...-clean those fingers’ f’me...” he pushed further inside, breath hitched in his throat at the tightness throbbing around his heavy cock. johnny's breath quickly became laboured, watching you drool and slobber around his fingers as he fucked deeper into you, finally pushing inside with one hard thrust. your eyes glistened when you felt him push up and press against your womb, his tip leaking cum as he slid back and forth, rocking into you with his eyebrows furrowed with pleasure.

you arched your back, jaw slack as he slid his fingers from your mouth, dragging his wet fingers down to your nipples, toying and teasing with them. it was as if they hardened and perked up at the sight of him, like they needed a little roughening up — a little pulling. he twisted and pulled at your nipples, distracting you from the way he was thrusting and rutting into you, his shaft sloppy with your juices coating him.

“christ, doll--ye’re so fuckin’ tight!” he cried out and threw his head back, broad hips working and moving in and out of you. your eyes watered with pleasure, feeling as he pressed his chest against your own, skin rubbing against eachother as he slammed into your puffy pussy, ruining you. the sounds of moaning and skin slapping filled the room, your sex drooling around him. his rough skim turned sweaty, glistening and musky, the scent of his cologne drowned out by slight sweat filling your nostrils. you could still smell the smoke off him, taste it on his lips...

soap's hand nestled in your hair, tugging slightly to get you to look him in the eyes as he took you for the first time.

your head thrown back and neck covered in bruise and hickeys, panting and gasping at each rough thrust! ‘til johnny was panting needily, unable to control himself anymore as he pushed into your hole repetitively, leaving you gaping and raw. he rubbed your clit with two fingers, feeling your thighs shake like a leaf and your walls pulse and clutch around him. your body jerked as you rode your orgasm, squirting against his abdomen and covering him in a thin layer of your fluids. a wet mess forming on the bed as he thrusted harder. the prominent veins on his shaft grinding and dragging against your walls, his trimmed pubes just tickling you, and strings and ropes of his hot cum filling your hole.

he pulled out slowly, a low and deep growl leaving emitting from his chest as he held his throbbing, sore cock, smearing his thick, weeping tip against your clit while your body shook and trembled. hair sticking to your forehead and johnny passing out beside you, his half-hard dick pressed between your ass as he knocked himself out.

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[i-heart-slashers]

Bo couldn't believe the sight of their home, and he knew that all this was your handiwork. The lights, tinsel, and ornaments were something his parents hadn't done even when he and his brothers were young'uns.

As he entered the house, he heard the Christmas music and smelt cinnamon as soon as he walked through the door, but mostly, he saw the large, oddly decorated tree with weird bits and bobs on it.

He noticed Lester standing on a step ladder with a grin, placing decorations as Vincent carved some wax Christmas figures, both radiating joy that Bo had never seen from them before.

Then there was you making food in the kitchen, sneaking bits of food to Jonesy, who sat patiently by your feet, barking happily when getting scraps and a head scratch.

They didn't have many Christmases to compare with, but Bo knows (and would only ever begrudgingly admit to) it's the best Christmas they've ever had.

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[bunnyscone]

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[pandagyaru]

Holding Out for a "Hero"

Description: You get compromised during a mission and sombra comes to save you!

Warnings: graphic detail of injury and typical overwatch violence

Pairing: Sombra x Gender Neutral Reader

Author's note: Sombra is one of my wifes fr. And listening to this song gave me a idea!

You crouched behind a large crate, holding your gun to your chest as you breathed a deep breath. A guard stood watch at a door a foot away from you, marching back and forth to scan the perimeter. You look up and over to where Widowmaker laid, her sniper zoomed in on your head as she watched you. Sombra stood a few feet away from you, her tech glowing a slight purple only you seemed to see as she hacked away at whatever it is she was hacking. Your hands felt clammy on your gun, you didn't wanna fuck this up.

"(Code name) you in position?" Reaper's gruff voice asked, knocking you out of the anxious spiral you were falling into. You blinked a few times, reaching up and clicking your ear piece.

"I am, are the cameras down?" You look over where sombra was to see her gone. 'that must be a yes'. You take a deep breath before jumping out from behind the crate, lunging at the guard. You grab him by the neck and twist it, a sickly crunch echoing out in the quiet corner of the warehouse. You look at the door to see it has an eyeball scanner. 'clearly sombra's hacking wasn't for this' You thought. You look down at the dead guard in thought, grimacing as you get an idea.

"This is so fucked up" You whisper, crouching down to the guard. You reach over to his face, digging your fingers into his eye socket. The oils of the eye making a gruesome noises as you reach around his eye, yanking it out. Blood spurts out onto your uniform, You stand up and hold the eye out to the scanner. It scans and lets you in. (so sorry for this image to be put in your guy's heads, zombieland 2 inspired me for that part). The door opens and you step in, pocketing the eye in case you need it again. You click your ear piece.

"I'm in"

"Good, get what we came here for and lets go." Reaper says. You look around the room, the walls covered in what seems to be the owner of the rooms achievements. At the end of the room is a desk and a computer. You walk over to it, not even bothering to get into the computer cause that's not your job. You start digging into the drawers, not finding the very important document Doomfist ordered all of you to get. You're about to call the others when you feel the bottom of one of the drawers lift up a bit.

"A false bottom" You whisper. Just as you start to open it an alarm goes off, locking your hands into the drawer. You curse, using your other hand to reach for your ear piece. A bunch of guards burst into the room, their guns aimed. You duck behind the desk, praying they don't see you. You close your eyes, trying to calm your racing heart. A glowing purple figure appears behind the guards. She aims her smg pistol at them and starts shooting, their bodies falling to the floor. She smiles as she walks over to where your at, looking at your hand and your face questioning you. You breathe out a breath of relief as you see her pretty face.

"It was a trap" You muttered as she leans down to get your hand out. You wince as she rips it out the trap, your thumb aching.

"Sorry. I saw the guard out there with the missing eye. You know I could've just hacked it open right?" She stated, rubbing your thumb gently, her eyes locking with yours.

"Yeah, but I assumed you were busy doing something else"

"I was, I found the actual room they were keeping the document in. Probably should've told you huh?" She teases, leaning over and kissing your cheek.

"Probably. Please don't tell me my thumb is broken. I don't need Moira to check on it" You joke, putting your hand on Sombra's cheek and just holding it. She snorts a bit at you, leaning into it.

"You'd come back to me with a whole new arm" She says, eyes widening as she feels blood on her face. She grabs your hand to make sure you're not bleeding.

"Don't worry, it's not mine" You say smugly, booping her nose with your bloodied finger. She rolls her eyes and wipes it away.

"Let's get going before boss get's all grumpy at us" She stands up, grabbing your arm and helping you up.

"Thank you olivia" You whisper in her ear, smiling.

And well if she finds the guards eye in your pocket, its a secret between me and her.

I seriously hope this is good and not at all over the place.

LOVE YA

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[cannibalcoyote]

Matt Smith: Two Face

Imagine filming a fairly violent scene with Matt Smith for House of the Dragon, what happens when you have trouble distinguishing kind-hearted Matt from cruel Daemon:

The scene wasn't supposed to be taking this long, it was meant to be quick, but the director has us repeating it a multitude of times. Something about it not being as good as it could be. I, honestly, couldn't care less how good it was as long as it was over.

My character, though not the most important, plays a role in how Daemon manages to steal the dragon egg and escape to Dragonstone. I was cast as Rhaenyra's younger sister, Seraena, who had quite the different relationship with her uncle. Where Rhaenyra saw freedom and future my character saw terror.

Daemon systematically terrorized Seraena as he viewed her to be unworthy of the Targaryen legacy, unworthy to be the rider of the vicious Cannibal.

Daemon would inflict pain upon her when the option was available, mentally terrorizing her even more-so. These abusive interactions were kept a secret from the rest of the family though, as she was not in the favor of her father or sister; she was alone.

I've been an actress for many years, and oftentimes get stuck in the mindset of my characters, but nothing as severe as with Seraena. I would only notice minor changes, usually just in my vocabulary and way of speaking, but I've become so engrained in this character that it's becoming harder for me to distinguish other actors from their characters. 

The effects are minimal with most others, but with Matt... His character is so cruel and violent that I just can't help it. If Matt raises his hand or makes any quick movements, I can't stop myself from flinching away, and I know he's noticed it as well. The concerned looks, the way his eyes linger when I step away from him, how I suddenly have nothing to say when he joins my conversation.

I try to work through this, write about it, acknowledge how what I'm doing isn't healthy, that I know Matt is a really sweet person in reality; but whenever I see him, I can't help this urge of wanting to turn and run away. How could he have such a sweet expression on his face one second, and then an empty glare the next?

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Fingers roughly grasp the wig upon my head, I can tell he's trying to be gentle, but he still has to make the interaction seem realistic.

He had asked me beforehand if I was alright with the physical contact the scene required, I had nodded a 'yes' even though the nausea reminded me constantly how I had wanted to say no.

The scene we were filming has Daemon battering me as a way to gain information pertaining to the dragon egg for Viserys' unborn child. It wasn't the most violent scene to have occurred between our characters, but I would say it was the most emotionally charged. 

Threats of violence slithering from Matt's lips far to smoothly for my mind to distinguish. His hand gripping my neck as his fingers laced through my hair and pulled my head back. He was right behind me, body scarily close as I was sandwiched between him the the stone wall of the castle. I can't remember what I was doing, body running on autopilot; I spoke, but I can't remember if they were my lines or not.

There was a tremor spiraling through my body, settling in my hands as they shakily grasped the hand that strangled my neck. Was I supposed to do that? Would they make me reshoot this scene? 

"Cut!" That resounding word echoes through my mind, lights being turned back on to illuminate the area. The many faces of the other cast members as well as the film crew entered my vision. It was a scene, it was a scene. 

The hands were removed as I turned to look at Matt, that cruel emptiness was gone, replaced by his calm face, eyes looking at me with worry.

"Hey, are you alright?" I couldn't respond, as I had already turned away and began to walk hurriedly away towards the bathrooms. My heart felt uneasy, as though the blood being pumped wasn't enough, I felt like I was dying.

I slammed the door shut, leaning forward against the sink as I glared into the mirror. 'You're not her, you're not Seraena, you're Y/N L/N. He's not Daemon, he's Matt! He has never hurt you, this is all for a show.' 

I raise my hand up, touching my neck gently, as though the skin would tear at the slightest contact. The shaking of my hand bringing up an anger I was unsure how to handle. I couldn't contain it, my hands curling around my neck as I glare at my reflection.

My fingers dig into my skin as I drag them down, relishing in the discomfort I experience, but my hands still shake. I hit my wrists against the sink, ignoring the shooting pain as they still shake. Resorting to biting my hand, not letting go until I taste blood. When I release, I let out an angered yell as the shaking continues. I place one hand against the sink and hit it repeatedly with the other, eliciting a crushing sensation that I repeat with the other. 

I had no intentions of stopping, but soon realize that my actions are being hindered. Two hands are holding my own with a firm grip, halting their violent actions. I look in the mirror and see none other than Matt stood behind me, concern emanating heavily from him. He is speaking to me, I know this because his lips are moving, but what is he saying? What words does he think will help me?

I can't help the immense torture I'm experiencing, the tears building within my eyes as the feeling in my legs disappears; I would've collapsed had Matt not been there. My sobs were awful, the pain and confusion filling my mind as I was being held and comforted by a sweet man that I could not distinguish.

His arms were strong as they wrapped around my torso, though they were soft, steady. He had lowered us down to the floor gently, cradling me to his chest as we sat on the bathroom floor. His whispers were calming, though I could not tell what was said. 

Was this man the devil? Was he who I feared yet longed for, the man that could free me from deception? Or am I all that I should fear, do I make my prison with the words I learn, she who lives within porcelain walls that sees enemies in her own reflection?

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[multiversemusings]

Your Heart Beats in Mine

Originally requested by @strangelockd Pairing: Sinister Strange x FReader Rating: M (18+ Only) Warnings: Mentions of abuse, violence and mental dystopia Genre: Romance, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Angst Word Count: 5,270 Plot: Sinister wakes to the sound of the incursion growing angered outside of the Sanctum, making him reflect on how he got to where he is. And how he is recovering, thanks to the beautiful woman who he has growing affection for. But when he goes to speak to her about it, he finds her asleep in a very familiar article of clothing, and the last wall of ice around his heart shatters. Song Inspiration: See Who I Am by Within Temptation

A/N: I haven't done MxF smut in a VERY long time. But for you, my dear moonflower, I am very happy to try my hand at it once more. I truly hope that this caffeine induced creature is everything you are hoping for. Thank you for being my inspiration, this night.

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"Come into my world: See through my eyes."

The rumbling woke him up. Not that he slept very deeply ever anyhow, not since the world had begun to rip itself into shreds what felt like eons ago now. He turned his head to look out the remnants of the window towards the vortex that was the incursion which now ruled over his world and watched the lightning that crackled through it with minute interest. His attention to it didn't last long and he rose from his worn mattress, tossing the covers aside as he swung his legs to the side of the bed and stood up. As he walked towards the door of his room, his robes materialized from the indigo magic contained inside of his body, hiding away the three puncture scars that adorned his stomach and sides. He did his best not to think of the way that the fence had felt tearing through his skin and his organs, especially since he was now mostly back in his proper mindset. That variant of himself had done him a favor, as badly as he hated to admit it. Not long after he had managed to get himself off of the fence and back into the Sanctum to recover after the bastard used it for a ritual space to get back to his own world, he was graced by another visitor. This one not a variant of himself, but the one who would remove what was left of the Darkhold's influence over him. He had been wary of her, tried to send her away from his destroyed and lifeless world for fear not only of what he may do to her, but because she was a light. A light that would attract too many creatures that would come after her here in this desolate world. But no matter how hard he tried to push her away, she just stayed; refusing to see him as a monster but instead as a broken and lonely man. And the more she showed her determination to stay at his side, the more he realized that she was chipping away at the walls of ice he had built up around his heart after losing Christine so many times in so many branches of the Multiverse.

He was strong enough now to let it go. He had never been one to believe in destiny, and even now through all that he had experienced, there was a part of him that still didn't. But he believed now that there was a master plan for everyone and that maybe just because he didn't believe in destiny didn't mean it didn't believe in him. Because when he looked at her, he felt warmth returning to his body. There was music in the ambience around the once cold and empty Sanctum. He now heard a voice that told him to not give up on her, to keep her there with him so that he could continue to get back to who he once was. She helped him lose track of time, helped him see color again, and to remember that the heart he had long shield away from the world and everyone that he met while Dreamwalking still beat in his own chest. He had taken her on as a student originally, teaching her magic to protect herself to prepare for the inevitable attacks. But through the long nights of helping her translate old tomes and learn the difference between attack and protection runes, he began to realize that she was much more than just a student. Still, he didn't allow himself to get to close out of fear of what may happen to her due to the grip the Darkhold had on him then. But his walls were very thin, and he knew that this may very well be the time that he gave into the longing he had been hiding for her. He knew she adored him: She made that very plainly obvious the night that she had refused to stop holding him when he was trying to fight off the last of the grip the Darkhold had on him. He had tried to make her let go, accidentally setting off one of his spells that had cut her arm and even then, she didn't let go of him and simply smiled, despite the pain in her face and told him that it was all going to be okay, that she wasn't going to let him go, nor would he have to face it alone anymore. n that moment, the hold shattered. He came back to himself and the darkness and voices that had clawed at the corners of his mind receded, finally leaving him in peace. It was also the first time in years that he had profusely apologized to anyone as he healed her cut and begged for her to forgive him. Of course, she had, and she told him it was because she loved him even if he didn't love her back. That night he had spent all of the hours that he should have been sleeping pacing his room and trying to figure out how he could be at all worthy of this beautiful woman who had refused to see him as a monster. But over these however many days - or months - that he had seen her become a Master in her own rights, he decided that maybe, he didn't need to be. He just was. Returning to his current mind, he walked to the study where he knew she would undoubtedly be due to having issues with her own insomnia lately. For the nights that he woke up due to not being able to sleep soundly, she stayed up just as many because she didn't find sleep easy at all. He reached out and pressed his palm against the heavy wooden door, pushing it open as he stepped through.

"Moonflower, are y-" The words died on his lips at the sight he was greeted with.

The woman was not awake as he had expected that she would be, but inside as asleep on the chaise lounge under the reticulated gothic window, the remnants of its iron mullions casting a array of shadows down on her frame. Her beautiful dark curls haloed her peaceful features, drawing him in further to look at her sleeping form, reaching out with a hesitant hand to brush a stray curl from her cheek. As he reached down to move the book from her hand, he caught sight of something that made his heart skip a beat within his chest where he was beating. Her slowly rising and falling chest was covered in a hoodie that he recognized immediately but had not seen in years. A soft baby blue with a faded white emblem of a shield baring three crowns under the words Columbia University, he recalled looking for the hoodie for weeks some long time ago. But here it was, on the woman that he was so sure he was falling so deeply in love with, and he could no longer ignore that destiny was indeed playing its hand. And he also now knew that his resolve was gone: He needed to be with her. He allowed himself to lean forward, kissing along her neck and relishing in the small sound that she made as his beard brushing against her skin roused her from her slumber.

"Stephen?" she asked softly as her beautiful green eyes fluttered open.

"Shh, do not speak, my beautiful moonflower," he whispered warmly against her ear as his fingers trailed down her body. "If you do, I may stop. Do not make me stop."

"Please don't," she replied.

He moved as she shifted so that she was on her back and his lips trailed along her neck as she leaned her head back, letting out a breath of building pleasure. His hands traced the shape of her supple breasts, the fabric of his old hoodie hiding her body from him and preventing him from being able to fully touch her. He kissed her cheeks, the right and then the left as his hands finally reached the bottom of the hoodie and began to push it up, only for her to stop him. He pulled back to look at her with confusion until he saw the fear in her expression as she gripped his wrists tightly to the point her knuckles were white, and she trembled slightly. He chastised himself for forgetting. During one of their many late-night conversations when he had finally confessed to her why his world looked like it did, how he had been so enamored with Christine that he did things he wasn't proud of, she had also made a confession to him. Her past lovers had all been cruel to her about the size and shape of her body, reprimanding her for not being the "ideal woman" when her body was not made that way. They had kept the lights off when they used her for their own pleasure, never taking into consideration what it did to her self-esteem. And as a result, she wore multiple layers of clothing, stopped eating and tried to hide away the beauty of her body. A beauty that he knew did not just come from the skin, but from that beautiful light that he saw shining from inside of her. The very light that he was so drawn to that he now allowed himself to say that he was in love again.

"My dear, you do not need to be scared of me seeing you," he told her, his confidence that he had so many years ago suddenly returning to him. He reached up to cup her face in his hands, though still she did not let go of his wrists. "I do not think that you are anything less than a beautiful, strong woman. Because what your body shows is nothing less than a reflection of your beauty from within: A beautiful and perfect light. And if you allow me this night, I promise to show you just how wrong all of those fools were about you. Let me in, just as I have let you into my heart."

He watched tears fill her eyes and he gently pet them away with his thumbs when they spilled down her cheeks, making her close her eyes for a moment. For a moment, he feared her silence meant that he had pushed her too far too fast, until finally she let go of his wrists and reopened her eyes to look at his. She slowly and reached up to wrap her arms around his shoulders and guide him closer to her, so he instinctively leaned into her. He pressed his lips against hers just firmly enough that he could feel her returning the kiss as he kept his hands on her face for a moment longer. When he was sure she was comfortable, he maneuvered himself to sit on the lounge beside her legs and his hands slowly ran back down her sides in case she changed her mind. But when she parted from the kiss, he opened his eyes - which he hadn't realized he had closed - to look at hers again just as they reopened as well since she had closed them too, during their exchange.

"My body is yours, Stephen Strange, as much as my heart is," she told him softly, a nervous smile appearing on her face but so full of love that he almost didn't see it. "Please, take me."

With her consent now given to him, he nodded and leaned in to kiss her once again and oh, what a beautiful sensation it was. The feeling of her warm, soft lips against his own was something he had not even allowed himself to dream of until just recently and to be given it so soon afterwards shifted his entire world on it axis. Their lips moved in a synchronicity that he had never achieved with anyone prior to her, as if they were listening to the song of each other's bodies and it was matched to the same rhythm. He dared to be brave enough to give her lips the slightest of touch with the tip of his tongue, asking for permission to explore her more intimately. His heart fluttered when she moaned softly and parted her lips to allow him entry. Their tongues met in a slow, intimate caress and he could taste the Earl Grey and Madeleines on her tongue that he had undoubtedly consumed before falling asleep on the lounge. His hands resumed their exploration from earlier and found the edge of his University hoodie, slowly moving up underneath it to feel that underneath, she had on a simple t-shirt rather than the top to her Master's robes. Her abdomen tightened at the feel of his fingers moving upwards so he paused and pet the tight muscles with his thumbs to let her knows he was still safe and could tell him to stop at any time. When she relaxed, he allowed his hands to move up farther as they broke from the kiss finally to breathe. He cupped her breasts in his large hands, feeling her arch to him as she leaned her head back and moaned, exposing the beautiful planes of pale skin to him. He leaned in, licking the tendon in her neck where it was showing before kissing along it as his thumbs traced circles around her nipples, which he felt becoming erect to his touch.

"Oh gods," she moaned as she wrapped her arms more securely around his back and dug her fingers into the vest of his robes. "Stephen."

"Your voice is so beautiful," he whispered against her neck, kissing the moist skin he had been tasting. "Let me hear you, beautiful one. Do not hide away from me."

He pulled back just enough to move his hands and gather the hoodie from the bottom and pull it up, so she held her arms up and allowed him to remove it. In return, he stripped himself of his vest and vambraces, dropping them to the ground with the hoodie. He reached for the bottom of her shirt, giving her a look of inquisition, making her nod, so her slowly took it off as well and looked at her bare torso as he dropped the cloth to the floor. He tried not to let his eyes linger on any one spot too long, out of fear that she would become uncomfortable, but he was in awe of her beautiful form. The expanse of barely-there freckles that adored her sides and wrapped around her ribs towards her breasts, the beautiful dark pink areola that encompassed her hardened nipples. His eyes trailed down, taking in the softened edges of her curves and where her chest bled into her abdomen, down her navel to the dark stretchmarks that adorned her stomach. This was the sensitive spot. Immediately, when his eyes glanced them, she tried to pull her legs up and hide away from his sight. Seeing her insecurity and knowing that it would be hard to convince her with further words that she didn't need to be ashamed, he came up with a different solution. He undid the fastenings of his robes, folding the layers and hesitated when he went to open them as he looked at her in a bit of anxiousness. This got her attention, seeing that he felt the same way about something that she did, but watching as he slowly opened his time worn, faded blue-grey robes to reveal his abdomen. He shrugged them off, dropping them to the floor as he avoided her eyes for a moment, letting her look over him as he glanced down at his own body. His body had gone soft around the edges as well, due to having no need recently to fight, but the tone was still there. His chest and upper abdomen were dusted with a very fine layer of black hair that trailed down between his abs…to the healing puncture mark. His jaw set as he swallowed hard, before looking at her and her legs relaxed as a look of recognition crossed her beautiful face.

"You aren't the only one…who has something about themself that reminds them of their past, moonflower," he whispered softly, sincerely as his eyes softened and met hers finally. "I can barely stand to look at my body: These healing scabs remind me of the monster that I was. But they also remind me of who I am now. That I can begin to be comfortable with myself again, thanks to you."

He watched her shift to sit up and reach out to him, so he relaxed his shoulders, reaching up to take her hand and brought it to rest over his heart which was beating rapidly behind his ribs. She reached up with her other hand, placing it next to the first so he rests both of his on the back of her arms and watched as her lithe fingers trailed across his clavicle before moving slowly down his pectoral muscles. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes as he felt her fingers brush over his own hardened nipples, eliciting a moan to escape his lips. A chill of excitement rushed down his spine, pooling into a warmth within his Sacral Chakra and filling his lower stomach with excitement. When her fingers traced the defining edges of his abs, his stomach tightened as well and he let out a slow, shaky breath as he inclined his head and looked at her as she touched the scabs. He shivered a little when she traced the one just above his navel and then the two on his sides, watching as she came to understand and looked up at him. He gave her a smile that he hoped reflected the warmth she was filling him with and the love that he felt radiating for her inside of him that was starting to spread across his skin and make his blood burn hot. He felt like he was truly coming back to life under her touch, the instinct to love and make love finally reignited from that flickering ember in his heart to be a roaring fire. When she leaned in to kiss him, he returned it without hesitation and their eyes closed, their arms wrapping around each other to press their bare chests together; her stretch marks matching up to the healing wounds on his abdomen. His hands explored her back, feeling the dip and curve of her spine as his fingers ran down to her hips and felt every perfect imperfection here as well. She moaned in pleasant surprise as he pulled her close and lay her back down slowly, parting from the kiss to open his eyes and look at her once more, letting her see the awe of her in his stormy blue irises before he resumed where he had left off earlier. His lips started this time at her elegant collarbone, licking along its definition and biting slightly down on it which made her gasp in shock and moan as she arched to him. The sound shot straight to his loins; his body finally reacting to her beautiful vocalizations his he began growing erect in his trousers. His hands resumed cupping her breasts, this time from beneath so that they were being held rather than fondled. He kissed down her left breast, looking up at her and saw the deep pink flush in her cheeks that spread up to her ears as his tongue darted out to trace the areola with the tip before giving her nipple a long firm lick with the flat of it. He began to suck on the sensitive pink bud of nerves, moaning himself as he drank in the way she moaned his name and getting high off the way she was grabbing onto his shoulders tightly, digging in her nails.

"I have you, my love, do not worry yourself," he reassured her, kissing the inside of her other thigh, his eyes still on hers. "I will take care of you."

He moved her right leg with his left hand so that her footrest on the floor and he placed wet, warm kisses along the inside of her thigh to the spot where she needed him most. His tongue licked from the base of her labia to the top, tasting her slick and she all but wailed in pleasure as she arched her back and her hands left his shoulders in favor of his already tousled hair. He moaned as he tasted her sweet fluids, tinged with a salty hint from the balance in her recent eating. She was clean, her arousal smelt natural and strong, the lingering scent of the natural oils she bathed with on her skin driving him crazy. He drew his tongue across her once, twice, three times more before using his thumbs to spread her open as far as he could so that he could press his tongue inside of her, licking against her vaginal walls. His penis throbbed inside of his trousers as she cried his name, begging him for more and he traced every inch of her slick walls that he could reach with his tongue, drinking her down as though he were a man in the desert, dying of thirst. He pulled her tongue from inside of her, replacing it instead with the gently but firm brush of his middle and ring fingers as he flicked the tip of his tongue against her clitoris, making her scream in shock and pleasure. He could tell shit hit her first climax and he pulled away enough to breathe against her, his beard glistening in the light from the moon and fireplace with her fluids, his lips slick with evidence of his endeavors of pleasuring her.

"P-please," she begged breathlessly.

She didn't need to finish as he kissed below her belly button, pressing in his middle finger first, stopping when he felt her tense to give her time to adjust. He nuzzled her stomach as he watched her lean her head back, whimpering and moaning breathlessly. When he was sure she was relaxed enough and down from her first climax in who knew how many years, he added in his ring finger and began to move them in and out of her. He was careful to stretch her and rub her walls to stimulate her so that he could add his index finger, groaning as he palmed at his own arousal. The slick, sliding noise that his fingers made against her walls and labia was the final thing that broke his self-restraint, feeling the wet spot on his own trousers growing from his penis excreting pre-seminal fluids. When he removed his fingers, she whimpered at the loss and looked at him in worry.

"It is alright my dear moonflower, I simply cannot wait any longer," he told her, his voice shaking slightly from arousal. The need to be inside of her, though he was quite proud of the fact he wasn't tearing his own clothes apart or just dismissing them with his magic. "I want to be inside of you."

"We are on the lounge, my love," she replied, looking a little worried. "It isn't ideal for this."

"I will show you how, if you will allow me."

"Oh god, yes. If you know how we can make this space work, then please join with me, Stephen," she whispered heatedly, her own voice shaking with anticipation.

He removed his belts and moved just enough to push his pants down to his knees, before moving her legs to sit a little further on the lounge cushion. He would pride himself in the way her body seized temporarily at the sight of his erection later. He knew he was gifted; he had always been told by his partners that he was, and at some point, the fact he was nine inches probably went to his head. But right here and now, he simply was thankful this beautiful woman was allowing him to be inside of her, rather than taking pride in his own size. He gently took her hands and guided her to him, helping her straddle him and she made a noise of surprise and embarrassment, making him press a loving kiss over her heart.

"It is alright, my love, you are doing great," he told her in a loving, comforting tone.

"S-Stephen my legs can't hold up to this," she replied, holding onto his shoulders.

"They do not need to. Give me just a moment and you will see why."

He wrapped one arm lovingly around her waist, holding her close to him as he reached down with his other hand and took hold of himself, sighing at the relief in the feeling. He lined himself u with her, using a spell to lubricate himself before pressing the blunt head of his erection against her vaginal opening. He watched her face for any sighs of discomfort or pain, but when he was rewarded with a moan as he breeched her and her hugging his shoulders so she could bury her face in his neck, he allowed himself to let go of his worry. He made sure he was deep enough into her that they were anchored together, and he moaned her name as he felt his whole-body throb with the desire to thrust, but he restrained. He guided her now with both hands to rest all the way down on him and when she had, he used a spell to duplicate a outline of his arms and helped her wrap her legs around his waist. He was pleasantly shocked when the shift in position had caused him to hit her g-spot and her whole body shuddered against him.

"That it my beautiful one, ride me and use my body for your pleasure," he whispered hotly against her ear, his hands holding her as tightly as they would allow. "Let me see you come undone on my lap as you scream my name to the heavens."

He moved just enough that his legs were supporting her fulling and she screamed in wanton pleasure, the movement just enough to cause him to hit her g-spot. They began to move together, their moans of unbridled pleasure filling the silent room. Her moans echoed on his growls which were coupled with the slick, clap of their skin meeting as she rode him, and he rolled his hips back to meet hers. The growing pace and heat building between them caused a sheen of sweat to form on both of their bodies, the smell of the arousals growing stronger and driving him absolutely crazy. He bit and licked on her shoulder, making her scream his name and rake her nails down his back and he growled in pure bliss at the painful pleasure that racked through his body. He could feel himself getting close to his peak, the vice like grip her slick walls had on his erection and the feeling of her breasts pressed so firmly to his pectoral muscles drove him the best kind of insane he had been in years. He could feel her getting closer to her second climax as well, so he pulled away enough that their eyes met and her breathed her named in a heavy pant.

"I know you are close; I feel you molding to my shaft," he told her breathlessly, his bangs sticking to his forehead just as her curls stuck to her beautiful cheek bones. "Come hit that peak for me, my love, and climax with me. Let me see you come undone on my lap as you scream my name to the heavens."

She leaned in to kiss him without words, so he returned it despite his earlier actions, feeling her tightening even further around him. He moved one hand down between their bodies, feeling where they were joined, and her beautiful walls stretched so wide around him. He began to stroke her clitoris again, causing her to break away and scream his name, her body going as taunt as a bowstring as she hit her climax once more. He moaned for her, feeling her muscles grip him like a vice and he thrust against her once, twice-

"Oh fuck, Stephen!" she screamed as she arched her back and threw her head back, her nails digging into the skin on his shoulders.

"Oh, god!" he moaned as her pressed his forehead to her should, holding her hips firmly as he pulled her down as far as she could go, as close as she could be, and hit his peak inside of her.

He felt pulse after pulse of his semen spill inside of her as light danced behind his eyes and their panting echoed through the room, accompanied by the crackling of the fire and the rumbling outside the windows, which now began to calm down, as though their passion had quelled its anger. He moved his hand away and returned his arm around her to hold her close, feeling her rest her cheek against the top of his head as heir breathing leveled, though they didn't move just yet. When their breaths had finally returned to their strained lungs, he pulled back enough to look up at her and she moved too, so she could see his eyes. He felt her elegant fingers push his hair back into place which made his eyes threaten to fall shut, but he instead reached up with his clean hand to brush her curls from her face and smiled softly at her.

"I love you, my sweet moonflower," he spoke, soft and sincere before cupping his cheek. "My life is in you, and I promise I will do everything in my power to make you always feel cherished."

The woman smiled, lovingly as tears of joy filled her eyes and she leaned in, kissing the horizontal scar that ran across his forehead from where he said a third eye had once been. She then took his face in her hands and their eyes met once more.

"As I love you, Stephen, and I promise in turn, I will always be here to remind you that you are loved. I will never give up on you," she told him, the same love he always heard in her voice ever present.

After a couple of more minutes, he helped her to get up off of his lap and put his trousers back on, wrapping her in his robes and grabbed the hoodie from the floor. He looked at it for a moment, then to her and she saw the look of thought on his face.

"Where did you even find this old thing?" he finally inquired. He hadn't seen the damn thing in years, thinking it had fallen through a part of the void.

"I found it lying on the lounge when I came in, folded up neatly like it was meant to be found," she told him as she looked at it. "I just..knew it was yours somehow."

He looked back at it and couldn't help the slight smirk as he felt a warm breeze at his back before it disappeared just as quick. He took her hands and placed the clothing in them, kissing the top of her head afterwards.

"Keep wearing it for me. It looks much better on you than it ever did on me. Come now, let us go get a shower and retire for the night."

Hand in hand, they left the room and headed down the hall to the grand bathroom where they soaked together, sharing gentle touches and soft kisses to further cement their union had not been a dream to either of them. And when she lay down with him in bed, in his hoodie with head on his chest, he finally slept soundly.

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MR. LOVERMAN 

CHAPTER 4

warnings — angst (fighting !) this one is super long (3,115 words)

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It was slow enough at first that you didn’t notice, but at some point you did, honestly, you thought it was your anxiety for a while – you thought he hated you because that's what your brain wanted you to think. So to ease your mind you’d text him more often or try to have conversations when neither of you had students, but he wasn’t saying much. It was starting to make your anxiety worse, and you’d get that anxious feeling in your stomach whenever you saw him. No matter how much he wanted to pull away from you, it would still be a lot. Considering his classroom was across the hall from yours, though he didn’t anticipate that to be for too much longer – rumor has it another science teacher on the first floor was retiring and his room was considerably bigger than Pedro’s, he was hoping that perhaps he’d be moved to that room instead of being in the English hallway.

He missed your presence, he missed seeing you all the time. He missed your laugh and the smile lines you got whenever he made his stupid dad jokes. He missed the way you’d always compliment his ties. He eventually started wearing solid-colored ones instead, he had no point in his fun ones without you. In this mind, this was never of ill intent, this was solely for you, and he never wanted to hurt you. His stupid ties, as stupid as it sounds, reminds him of you, because most days he wore them for you because you loved them. The more he pulled himself away from you, the more he seemed to get these feelings for you. A sense of longing, he just wants to see you. He doesn’t think it's pure attraction, but it's not entirely platonic either. He wants to hold you and never let go sometimes, other times he wants to watch stupid movies and eat like pigs with you and only you. This is what he's afraid of, though, that he gets too attached and gets hurt or he hurts you. His defense mechanism might not exactly be healthy but he's the only way he sees this working out for both of you. In his experience, love is just a long cycle that ends in pain and misery that is not worth it for the good part of it anymore. He believes in love, just not for himself.

He wishes he still did, he wishes he had met you before he got this mentality of love is nothing but a world of hurt, maybe you could’ve changed his mind – if he's being realistic you have that power over him now, he's just too scared to admit it. He's too vulnerable to think that way of someone else right now. Once the whole thing with the crush is over, maybe things can somewhat go back to what they were. Stupid jokes and making fun of each other playfully in front of students, speaking of which – he thought that they wouldn’t realize the less amount of time you were spending in the classroom, but he was stupid to underestimate the memory of teenagers hellbent on something (they were hellbent on the two of you being in love, unbeknownst to him apparently).

He had them silently filling out a lab report whilst he graded papers from another class, one kid leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms and looking over to his desk. “Mr. P,” he says, which causes Pedro to glance at him from his desk, “What's up, Arthur?” he asks, the student gets up from the lab chair, makes his way to the front desk, and grabs a tissue box. “Why doesn’t Ms. L/N come by anymore?” he asks, and Pedro’s stomach pangs – he quickly has to come up with a lie, he realizes that most of the kids in the class must be curious, too, because he can see them staring as he stiffens, but he takes a deep breath and says, “She's probably busy, she has work too,” he turns in his chair to look at Arthur, “She's probably busy and didn’t want to disturb the class anymore.” 

He heard a few whispers about a big fight that you two allegedly had that the kids were making up, some said it was about how often the two of you were visiting each other and others said some personal relationship stuff as their guess. Some kids even pick teams – he wants to scream. Everyone should be on your side, you're the innocent one here. He's just the broken-to-pieces new teacher, and there was no fight anyway! At least, he didn’t think so. 

Come to the end of the day he's packing up his bag, and cleaning up his classroom (sometimes you’d think he was babysitting third graders), but he gets distracted by knocking on his door, he looks up and sees you. You’re wearing this dress he likes, and your hair is styled in a way that he could just swoon for, but he can’t, so he stands up straight as you speak.

“Hey, long time no see.” 

“No kidding.” 

You chuckle a bit, stepping a little further into his classroom, and taking a seat on top of one of the desks, the one that he hadn’t put in the seat on top of yet. “Can we talk?” he thinks that he knows what this is about, but he doesn’t want to give anything away, so all he does is nod, set his broom down and close his classroom door before taking a seat in his chair. His focus on you for the first time in a while, sitting in front of you and consumed by only you. His mind wants him to run, to run far away, but he can’t, now after you asked to talk to him so sweetly. Though you did everything “sweetly” because you were a sweet person. You sigh, trying to think of the best way you want to phrase your question, but you just blurt it out – “Are we okay?” He pauses, thinking of the nature of his question, and he nods, “Yeah, why would you think otherwise?” He watches your face turn into slight anger, perhaps some sadness in it too. “Pedro, you act like I don’t exist,” you said it a lot harsher than what you intended, and yet, you didn’t regret saying it. He isn’t sure what to do, because honestly, he hadn’t expected you to say anything to him so he never planned for this. “‘m not,” he says flatly. “I'm just busy, Y/N.”

You consider that you’re being too far in your head, too accusatory of him if he was actually busy and you were coming out wrong in the situation. You take a deep breath, trying to think of a better way to express your feelings. So you start again, “I just feel like you’re avoiding me, and I’ve been trying to assure yourself that you’re not but it's getting harder and harder.” He knows you’ve made the effort, he's been getting more messages and you would offer your assistance in certain things more often than he did before. He feels bad, and it feels worse now that you’re in front of him expressing these feelings. “I had some kids tell me today that they’re on my side, and I don’t even know what that means.” he huffs, shrugging his shoulders. “Don’t worry about it–” 

“I’m pretty worried, Pedro!” again, you didn’t want to come right out and say your feelings like this, but you couldn’t help it. Once you realize his eyes are on you and he's calculating his response, you continue with what you were saying anyway. “They're talking about some fight that I didn't even know we had!"

“We never fought–”

“Really? because it feels like it.”

silence. 

He doesn't know what to say, and you feel like you have nothing more to add. You're waiting for him to add anything, to assure you more than “don't worry about it” and “I'm just busy”. Maybe it was ridiculous of you to think he owed you an apology, he didn't owe you anything. For sake of mind, though, you wanted him to tell you everything was okay between you two without brushed off excuses.

But he stays quiet, he doesn't say a word, he just looks at his hands on his desk, maybe he's thinking or maybe he's waiting until you leave. Either way, he was getting what he wanted, because you slipped yourself off your desk trying to blink back whatever tears were accumulating, and opened the door to his classroom, you looked at him for a second, trying to think of something else to say but nothing came to mind — so you just left. Any other circumstance and you would've waited, but all you wanted was a simple we're okay, I've been distant because ___. Not just “I'm busy. ” When you leave the room, you're sure to close the door behind you. You return to your classroom, closing your door as well.

When you leave his room, Pedro finds it difficult to keep his emotions contained, he wants to go into your classroom and yell at you—for making him care so much, making him scared to hurt you, making him miss another person like you're a part of him. He also wants to cry, and tell you exactly why he's doing this. He's not doing it maliciously, he's doing it to protect himself the only way he knows how. He also wants to protect you, but he sure as shit shouldn't make that decision for you. So all he does in the moment is cry at his desk. 

He wishes he met you sooner, maybe before he met Annabelle, or if he never met you at all, none of this would've happened. He has a printer at home, he could've just waited, but no he had to talk to you. He only did so because he saw no other opportunity, he wanted to meet you and didn't know how else he would've. Meeting you was both the best and worst thing to have happened to him since he got his divorce—and he thinks that he fucked it all up. You only want answers to his behavior and explanations, and you can't even get that from Pedro. If you did something, you want to know what exactly you did. He wouldn’t even give you that.

He was busy now, trying to formulate his thoughts. He started this, he knows that. He knows he has no right to feel this terrible about something when he started the situation but alas, he was fighting back the tears as he closed out his windows account and packed his things up for the day. He puts his backpack over his shoulder and leaves his classroom, closing the door behind him.

He looks at your room, and he thinks about going over. He stands there in thought for a while, all it takes is a couple steps – a couple steps, an apology and perhaps everything can go back to normal. All he has to do is knock on your door and beg for forgiveness and maybe you’ll be kind enough to forgive him. He doesn’t deserve it, though, at least he feels that way. Hes sure you do too. The only thing thats stopping him is his own mind, but his own mind is what got him into this mess in the first place. Fuck it. 

You’re packing your things up slowly, assuring you don’t forget anything that you may need behind. You’re still upset, angered, and its making every small thing annoy you – like the water bottles your students left behind or the pencils that were forgotten about. Of course it wasn’t really about the bottles or the pencils, but they were inconveniences to your attitude right now. 

You’re just about done, you’re ready to leave when the door opens and you assume its Sam – so without even looking, all you do is sigh and say, “Not today, Sam. I don’t have the energy.” but what shocked you was the fact that it wasn’t Sam, it was Pedro. You could tell he had tears ready to break in his eyes but he was doing everything to avoid that from happening, his vision busy be blurry. You both stand there in silence for a moment looking at each other. Is he going to say something? You’re about to come out and say something, but he finally speaks. 

“I’m scared.” his voice is quiet, it cracked, too, theres this emphasis on his words that make your body shiver, you’re stunned, unsure on how to respond, lucky for you, he continues. “I’m scared of being hurt. I’m scared of hurting you. I’m scared of liking you.” he gives up on keeping his tears, he feels just how wet his cheeks are and how warm his face is. Hes suddenly aware of how congested his nose feels. “I miss you, you know that? But I can’t do this. I can’t allow myself to be hurt.” 

“You think I would hurt you?”

“No!” he quickly exclaims, putting his bag down on the ground. Hes suddenly aware that he might be here longer than he thought – in his mind, he was already begging you for forgiveness, or maybe you understood his point and the two of you were friends again, not whatever this limbo shit you two were doing. “I’m so vulnerable right now, Y/N, I just got divorced. I can’t be around someone like you – so.. Perfect. Annabelle took a part of me and I can’t let myself be in a position where someone can take more pieces. I wish I met you sooner.” You’re confused, because everything hes saying sounds like a breakup, but you weren’t in a relationship – unless this was his way of ending your friendship, you’re not exactly following most of what hes saying. Though still, you have that pang in your heart and your blood runs cold. You’re frozen in his face, even when he steps closer to you. “If I met you sooner, I would love to know what could’ve been, if anything, but Y/N–” you put your hand up, and he pauses waiting for you to add something. 

You take a shaky breath, “I get it, Pedro.” your voice is quiet, like hes fragile, if your voice is too loud that you’ll break him, and perhaps you’re right about that. “You don’t have to say anything more. I get it.”

You knew that whatever feelings you had for Pedro you couldn’t indulge on anyways, the age gap, the fact that you worked together, his divorce, nothing was working out for you two. Its not meant to be, all these things you wanted to ignore became so clear to you, it felt like a slap in the face. “I want–” he says quietly, “I want to be with you all the time, you don’t quite understand how much I think about you. But I think about how I will only hurt you and that kills me.” 

Its true, he thinks about how happy you could be before he goes to bed and sometimes he doesn’t know what he dreams of – but he knows that when he wakes up he feels a tightness in chest like the saddest thing in the world happened to him. He dreads going into work because you’re there and you seem so happy, and he wants to preserve that happiness. You look best with a smile on your face, you make so many other people around you smile, who would he be to take that away? He can’t do it, no matter how much hes willing to risk the chance just to be around you more, he thinks about risking it to see if perhaps you would make him happier. Then he comes back to reality, the moment in front of him. He realizes that hes hurt you, hes made you sad, and that feeling of tightness in his chest returns. He can’t even recognize himself, this isn’t how he normally is. “Please understand,” he whispers, his hands reach out for yours, but he quickly takes them away when he realizes what situation that might put you in. “You’re the first person since my ex-wife to make me feel the way I do, I feel so scared to have these feelings. I don’t know what to do, how to care for you the way I should. I don’t know if its still too soon.”

He feels the kind of hurt only love makes, he hopes you don’t feel the same, but deep down he knows you do. He knows that he caused it, he knows that theres nothing he can do to fix it now. He can ramble all these excuses but your heart is hurting because of him. He doesn’t know how to fix it, if he can, but he so desperately wants to. He stands in your colorful English classroom – a place so familiar to him, yet suddenly the room seems strange. Like he doesn’t belong in there, and maybe he doesn’t anymore. You’re standing in front of him on the brink of tears and he doesn’t know what to do. He takes a step back, his heart pounds faster and his chest tightens, he suddenly can’t breathe and the room is spinning. He’s only able to whisper out a couple of apologies before he grabs his bag and scurries out of your room. He wants to run, he felt like running away was the only relief he would get from the panic he felt, the anxiety, but the hallways of the school feel like they’re getting longer with every step he takes. Hes in an endless loop, this was an absolute nightmare and he doesn’t know what to do, he regrets going into your classroom, but he feels like at the same time it was the best thing hes done since he started distancing himself away from you. 

He wonders if you’re okay in your classroom, there's an itch in him to go back and check on you but he just can’t, not now, because he knows that would only make him feel worse. He hopes you know how sorry he is, he hopes you know that he didn’t mean for things to end up like this. He knows he fucks up; he just doesn’t know if he can fix it.

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