#anyway this came out way more fun than i expected 👀👀 so i hope you enjoy

[defensivelee]

quiet night in for an au of your choosing? :)

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Of course !! Here is the full card if anyone wants to request something else!

This is for Your Tears Divine, featuring Marly and James :] little story under the cut, slightly suggestive material at the end!

Churchill thought there were many things absurd about these murderous robots, but maybe what was the worst was the fact that the planet they had chosen to live on had the ability to rain. Wasn't that sort of a tiny death sentence every time?

He heard the king speaking with his ever-booming voice, and who knew how far he was, but Churchill could hear the words loud and clear.

"Caution: rainfall. Stay inside. Caution: rainfall. Stay inside."

And he supposed that it was a very nice thing, but the kind yet authoritative voice made his skin crawl, and the repetition almost made him sleepy, as he stared outside at the constant, gentle rainfall from the night sky.

"D-Do you like my brother's v-voice, Churchill?"

Churchill blinked and lifted his head. He hadn't realized he was leaning it on the window.

"I used to l-love it too," the Duke of York said. In the darkness, his blue eyes were what illuminated his metal body, and it almost hurt to see. "But then you realize it wants to s-sing to you. That is dangerous."

"Dangerous, Your Highness?" Churchill looked up at the android as he stopped beside him.

"Any king must b-be," James said softly. He lifted a hand, a hand rusted around the fingers especially, and began to run those very fingers through Churchill's hair. Occasionally they would pause and tug at it, maybe on purpose or maybe by accident. But Churchill liked it anyway and lifted his head into the touch.

"You w-waited for me here all d-day?" James asked.

"Yes, Your Highness," Churchill said. "Just as you ordered."

"What a good boy," James purred, the fans in his head whirring briefly. "And there is nothing else you wanted to d-do today? You just waited for me here like a d-darling little pet?"

I....I- maybe? Churchill hesitated. In the morning, there was something he'd been thinking to himself-

"Churchill..." There was a warning in the Duke's voice, and Churchill looked up into his suddenly much brighter eyes, hearing a faint ring echoing in the air. It reached into his head and whispered dizziness, and Churchill winced, shutting his eyes.

...No. Nothing else. This is what I want, I want to serve you, let me be the only human that serves you. He didn't know who was saying that, if it was him in his own mind or something else trapped there. Either way, it felt good to obey, to listen and to know that.

"Of course not, Your Highness," Churchill said, opening his eyes. "Why would I want anything else in the world when I already have the greatest gift of serving and obeying you?"

"Ah." James tilted his head to the side, and the ringing seemed to fade back. "As all androids have th-their purpose coded into them at birth, so do you have a purpose that I have d-decided for you. And you follow it well, boy, better than most r-robots."

Churchill felt his face warm up at the praise. "Thank you, Your Highness." This was the right thing to want, the right android to obey, was it not? It just made him feel so good, the Duke made him feel so good...

"You have no idea how stupid you l-look right now," James laughed, digging his fingers into Churchill's hair and pulling his head up sharply. Churchill gasped slightly, and James laughed again.

"See, I do love that about y-you," James said. "There's this dim look in your eyes I adore. A pretty thing like y-you doesn't think of much anyway, does it?"

"No, Your Highness." Churchill winced as James pulled him forward, his grip on Churchill's hair tightening. "I only think about you."

"All about me, hm?" James used his other hand to stroke Churchill's cheek. "You cannot think that I actually b-believe that."

"It's the truth-"

"The truth?" James snarled suddenly, leaning in so that Churchill could see all the way into his mouth and down his throat. "Humans were n-never this easy to train."

"I am, Your Highness," Churchill whispered. "Believe me." There was something in his mind that wanted to shy away from that reality, but how could he, as he stared right into James' eyes?

"And is that something you take pride in? That you roll over on your back like Charles' dogs whenever I praise you?"

"Yes, always, Your Highness."

"Whenever I t-touch you? Is that what you like?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

James paused, now running his hand under Churchill's chin. "Too easy." He bowed slightly, placing his metal lips onto those of the human, and Churchill shut his eyes to meet the kiss gratefully. There was nothing soft about the Duke's lips, so that it was almost painful to have the long tongue jerk around in his mouth like a live fish. Even more so when that tongue shoved itself down his throat, and Churchill jolted, trying not to choke on the cold metal.

"Open your eyes, look at m-me," James said, the voice now coming from the speakers on his chest and not his mouth. Churchill obeyed, his eyelids fluttering as the tongue shoved itself deeper.

"Ah, there it is," James said. "Tears in y-your eyes. It's a lot, isn't it?"

Churchill nodded. It was the most unnatural thing he'd ever seen, to have someone kiss him and speak to him at the same time, and the realization made him shudder.

"Your throat is s-so warm," James said. "One of my favorite things about you h-humans."

Churchill shut his eyes, instinctively trying to pull away as he gagged on the tongue. But James held him there by his hair, and Churchill groaned involuntarily. There were tears in his eyes, he realized, tears that told him he had to try to breathe now.

Your Highness-

"There we go," James said, at last pulling his lips and tongue away. Churchill gasped shakily, trying to catch his breath, and James stared at him.

"That panting like a dog," he said. "I should have known. Y-You really are n-no better."

Churchill looked up to say something, but James waved a hand in the air. "Shh, no, no, no," he said. "Quiet, now. F-Focus on your breath."

Churchill nodded, bowing his head gratefully.

"Your lovely breath that you must s-save for later," James continued. "Save for me."

Churchill nodded again. He tried to muffle his heavy breaths, but when he looked up and saw James' face, he thought that maybe this android liked to hear them, just as he loved to see him cry.

And this is what I want?

Yes-- this is who you w-want.

#behold the one au where i actually include his stutter all the way thru #screams #anyway this came out way more fun than i expected 👀👀 so i hope you enjoy #james ii (your tears divine) #duke of marlborough (your tears divine) #your tears divine #whump tag #jamesborough tag

[hwashotcheeto]

𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝑬𝒚𝒆𝒔 (1)

Devil!Hongjoong X fem!reader

Summary: A devil finds himself a pretty angel to have fun with for the night.

WC: 2.3k

CW: Very little plot, smut, a little aftercare

Hongjoong calls the reader: Angel, good girl, (pathetic) slut

Smut warnings: Kissing, degradation, nipple play, manhandling, biting, marking, clit play, choking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, (all reader receiving), protected PIV sex

AN: This is another one I wrote for @malldreamprincess once upon a time, who gave me permission to share it with all of you. 💜 I hope you all enjoy.

If y'all like this, I'll post the second part. 👀

Tag List: @cherrycel @mxnsxngie @malldreamprincess

Few people had them. Those eyes that aren't necessarily evil, but they're not angel eyes either. They're not in a gray area either though. They're entirely unique, with that glitter of mischief and spark of defiance. Especially when that person smiles, and you really see those eyes pop and glow. 

Kim Hongjoong. He was a special individual with those devil eyes. They were magic, and depending on the time of day, that was both good and bad. His eyes were the only visible hint that he had any magic in his body. Only when he let it show, however. He could turn it on like a light, his eyes could change and pulse depending on what he wanted. Or needed. 

While devil eyes were commonly used in Hell for power, on Earth, humans fell in love with them. Hongjoong learned early on that his devil eyes could get him anyone he wanted. Men, women, anyone. But only if they wanted him back. Hongjoong could stare someone down all he wanted, but if they didn't want it, it didn't work. Most of the time, however, they wanted him. 

This particular night, he wants you. 

You were on your own at a bar. You'd gone out in an outfit that you knew would attract looks. You wanted someone, and you were making yourself available. You looked around, scanning the people, and someone's eyes met yours. 

Gorgeous eyes that could only be devil eyes. Your heart stopped and started again, chills ran over your body. Fucking hell, you thought, and you knew you had to pick him. He had looked like he wanted to devour you, and when he smiled, you closed your legs. That was when he got up from where he was sitting and sauntered over to you. 

He leaned against the bar, not breaking eye contact once. He made himself comfortable before he spoke. “I couldn’t help but notice how amazing you look tonight. If I didn’t know better, I'd have thought an angel came down to Earth.” His voice was higher than you expected, but it was silky. He spoke confidently, as if reading from a script he’d practiced. His compliment paired with his voice made you blush. 

“Thank you, you also look amazing.” He did, from his eyes to his clothes, he was amazing. He smirked and turned his body more towards you. 

"I'm Hongjoong." 

You smiled and gave him your name. 

"Aw, that's a pretty name.” He repeated your name and it made butterflies tear apart your stomach. "So what are you doing here tonight?" 

You wondered if you should be honest. The look in his eyes told you that he wanted the same thing you wanted, but you weren’t sure if you should be so forward. And suddenly, his eyes pulsed in color, and the words fell out of your mouth. 

“I’ve been lonely for a few weeks. I was looking for someone to sleep next to again.” Hongjoong’s smirk grew and he moved closer to you. 

“I can assist with that, angel,” he whispered. The whisper sent chills down your spine, and as you looked into his devil eyes, you felt the resistance slowly melt away and you were powerless to say no. Not that you wanted to say no anyway, as long as you went home with somebody, that was all you needed. 

“Oh can you?” Hongjoong’s eyes flashed again and he smiled bigger. 

“Why don’t I take you with me and I’ll show you?” Your cheeks burned red and your thighs had gone numb from chills, but you smiled back and bit your lip. 

“Lead the way.” 

He held out his hand to you, you took it, and in a matter of minutes, you were on your way to a night with Hongjoong. 

Hongjoong took you to a really nice apartment in the better part of the city. You looked around for a few seconds to take it all in. The ceilings were high, with windows that took up most of the back wall, and a living room the size of your whole apartment. It was truly beautiful, and the view of the city out the windows made it better. But you didn't get to look around for long before Hongjoong grabbed you. 

He grabbed your hips and pushed you against the wall, getting as close as he could. “I want those pretty eyes on me tonight, okay angel?” You could only nod in answer, all other things left your body. “Good girl.” And he crushed his lips against yours, taking your breath away all in an instant. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, but also deepened the kiss, and for him to press his tongue against yours lit your body on fire. 

His hands snaked up underneath your shirt and up to your chest. You couldn't help the moan that came from you when his hands started roaming over you. He smirked and pulled back only long enough to pull your shirt off. But he stared for a second, taking in what you looked like. You suddenly felt insecure and covered your chest, hiding your face. 

"No, don't do that," Hongjoong breathed, pulling your hands away so he could pull off your bra. You whimpered when he did, but you didn't argue when he started playing with your tits. "You're fucking beautiful. Don't hide yourself from me." You nodded and your eyes met again, and he laughed when your eyes rolled back and you could only whimper in response. 

And before you realized it, he stopped and put his mouth on them instead. The soft whimpers turned to a yelp, and then you melted in his hands and it was a string of curses and moans. He treated it like the last bit of air on Earth was in your chest, he couldn't get enough. They were beautiful to him. 

You gasped out his name, not knowing what it would do. It made him go feral. 

Hongjoong pulled away and grabbed onto your hips again, yanking you away from the wall and throwing you onto one of the couches. He got on top of you and pinned your hands above your head. 

"I was hoping to make this last a little longer, angel, but I guess you really want it." He leaned back down and he went to your neck, biting down hard. You yelped in pain and tried to move away, but Hongjoong pushed your hands down harder and sunk his teeth in even more. Your eyes watered in pain, but that was when he licked and kissed the bite mark. 

He pulled back and surveyed his work before tilting his head to the side. "What, angel? Is Daddy being a little too rough?" You nodded and whimpered in pain, still feeling the soreness in your neck. Hongjoong took one hand and ran his fingers over the bite mark. You shivered at the touch. "I'll be a little more gentle then." Some of the tension in your legs released at that moment. 

But you didn't expect him to rip the rest of your clothes off. You shivered when he reached his hand down and ran his fingers along your slit, looking for your little jewel to make you scream. He did tease your entrance a bit, but he was more focused on finding that sweet spot on the outside. He smiled when you yelped and moaned. 

"Aww, here we are." He gently rubbed your clit, being slow at first, seeing how exactly he could touch you to make you scream. "You're soaked, angel." He ran his fingers up and down again, biting his lip when he realized just how wet you were. "You'll take my cock just fine." You whimpered at the thought. His eyes lit up and he went back to rubbing your clit. 

"Oh you'd like that, wouldn't you, angel? Beg me first, beg for me to fuck you." 

You tried to stutter out the words, but Hongjoong was making it difficult, because he'd started rubbing your clit even faster. You knew exactly what to say, but it was so hard to get the words out. Hongjoong laughed and kept going. 

"I guess you don't want it that bad-"

You finally spat out the words, begging for him, whimpering and moving your hips up. Hongjoong smiled and pulled his hand away. "Good girl." 

He let you go only for a little bit to undress himself. You watched as he pulled off his clothes, your eyes growing wide as you took in the sight of all of him. He laughed when he noticed you were watching him, and hid your face in embarrassment. He climbed back on top of you and made you look at him. 

"Remember what I said? Keep your pretty eyes on me." You nodded. "Good girl." He got back up and grabbed something before he sat back. You watched him roll the condom onto his dick before he got back up and on top of you. 

"Tell me if it hurts, okay?" You nodded, and he nodded back before he slowly pushed inside you. His eyes rolled back and he let out a soft groan. He grabbed onto you and slowly moved his hips, letting out soft moans and pants. 

"Fuck, angel, you feel amazing." And to him, you did. Yes, he said that to every woman he brought back, but with you, he really meant it. It'd been so long since he found someone who'd made him feel this good. He couldn't even speak, he was so overwhelmed. But after a little bit, he got himself under control and he was rough again. 

Hongjoong wrapped his hand around your throat and leaned close to your face. "Look at you, you're such a little mess. Go on, scream my name. See what happens." 

So you did, you arched your back and moaned out his name. It made those devil eyes pulse and roll back, and he slammed into you harder and gripped your throat tighter. 

"Again," he growled out. "Say it again." 

You barely got it out, but that made it better, and he went even harder than before. He abused that spot deep inside you and made you scream and tear up. For him, he was in fucking heaven. Hearing you scream his name while he was deep inside you, using your body, he felt like he'd explode from all the feeling. But he kept himself together as best he could. 

"You love this, don't you? Having someone use up your worthless cunt? Go on, scream, show Daddy how good it feels." 

Hongjoong laughed when you couldn't speak. You were so overwhelmed and overstimulated already, you felt like you could cum already. He was determined to make you cum over and over again, until he was all done with you. He knew you could take it. He had that feeling. 

You did cum only shortly after, and he knew that you did. He felt you tense up around him and knew what that distinct scream meant. He smiled and leaned back to rub your clit. By doing that, you felt like he sent you to another dimension. 

But he loved seeing you overstimulated and being a pathetic mess in his hands. 

"You pathetic little slut, you already came, huh?" He laughed, and it turned into a growl. "Then hold on, angel, because Daddy's not gonna stop any time soon." 

And your legs began to shake, violently. Your body couldn't handle all the shakes and tremors, but he still didn't stop. He was close, but he wasn't there yet. The sight of you being a fucking mess, sobbing and screaming, shaking, the constant tightening of your walls on his cock…

He was gonna stop soon, because he couldn't last long like this. 

You watched him as he got closer and closer, his eyes rolling back, when he gripped onto you harder, when his thrusts got sloppy and he was panting heavily. He eventually dropped his head into your neck and gripped onto your hair, chasing down the release he desired. Those growls from earlier were now desperate groans and gasps, and you swore you heard a soft whimper right when he was at the edge. 

"Mm-Oh fuck-" Hongjoong rolled his eyes back as he came inside you, stifling the whimpers and covering them up with growls. He pulled your hair and pushed as deep inside you as he could while he rode it out. 

And once it was over, you both sat for a minute, letting your bodies recover. You both were panting heavily, drenched in sweat, hair a mess. But you both felt fucking incredible. 

Hongjoong finally pulled back and got up to throw away the condom, stumbling a bit as he did. You sat up and did your best to get your breath back. Hongjoong looked over his shoulder at you from where he was, and there was a strange pang of guilt in his chest at seeing you so tired. 

He came back over to you with a glass of water. You looked up at him quizzically, but he just held it out to you. You gratefully took it and drank it all in one go. He smiled before sitting back down next to you. 

"You can stay for the night, if you want. I have rooms you can stay in, and you can eat any of the food I have." You stared and blinked at him in surprise. 

"Are you sure?"

"Of course." Hongjoong looked you up and down. "You don't seem to be in any condition to take yourself anywhere." You looked down at yourself and realized he was right. 

"Well, then thank you."

"You're welcome." 

And as you looked back at him, those devil eyes flashed again.

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[bimrsadler]

could you do an f!reader who is wealthy and actually decides to become patron to the gang, letting them stay at their manor on the outskirts of Saint Denis? she asks for a personal guard in turn, which she asks High Honor Arthur to fill the role of. She's tiny, petite even (like 4'9"-ish) and very femme but with a sharp, elegant tongue.

she likes to hang out with Arthur and show him the wealthy side of life while he shows her the lifestyle of being out in the country. All the tensions and staring of a rich, unmarried lady out with a rugged outlaw of man? Perfect bait. 👀

Fluffy or NSFW or just sexual tension is okay! Feel free to go all kinds of ways with this if you do take the rq, ty!! Love your work!!

Fortune Favors the Bold

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x female reader

Word count: 4,600

Warnings/tags: nsft, use of guns/light violence, high honor Arthur, fluff, mutual pining, unprotected piv, dirty talk, size difference, use of pet names

Notes: you gave me a lot to work with anon so I decided to just have fun and make this a longer one, sorry it took a bit but I hope it’s what you were looking for!

Walking around Saint Denis it was hard not to feel eyes on you wherever you went, you were an odd couple after all.

Couple. It wasn’t a word you ever thought you’d use to describe you and Arthur Morgan. Truthfully you weren’t an actual couple; not in the literal sense anyway, but you did enjoy a partnership of sorts and it felt comfortable enough to call him your friend.

As you explored the streets together your differences could not be any clearer, the sun glinted off the gold around your neck while the only gleam on Arthur was off the cold steel of his revolver.

An air of grace and elegance followed you wherever you went, wealth represented in your high end dresses.

The man at your side the complete opposite.

An air of intimidation and ruggedness followed Arthur, worn clothing indicative of his rough lifestyle.

And of everything about him you found yourself inexplicably drawn to, it was the fact that he towered over you that was most alluring.

Being of high status and short stature — you were an easy target. Meeting the Van der Linde gang for the first time was nerve wracking to say the least, knowing that if they wanted to harm you they could in no time.

But the man who introduced himself as Arthur Callahan with the badge on his vest was clearly not a real deputy, and knowing of the Grays and Braithwaites; you weren’t particularly upset at their scheming.

Before Arthur and Dutch could warn you not to tell anyone — you proposed working together instead.

While they were no doubt dangerous criminals, they were more understanding than you expected and most of the gang fun to be around. Leery of you at first, they knew it was advantageous to have someone of your status on their side, and found there was more to you than how you presented on the outside.

While your family was away, you offered the manor as a safe-house for the gang and they gave you Arthur in return. It would take a lot of bold stupidity to make an attempt on you when a man like him was by your side.

It wasn’t unusual to get curious men asking what a woman like you was doing with a man like Arthur, to which you would warn them to mind their own business. And if they were more brash than curious? Well it didn’t take long for them to learn their mistake when Arthur came over.

Not everyone looked at Arthur like he didn’t belong though. Outlaw or not, he was arrestingly attractive; pulling in wandering eyes from the upper and lower class alike.

People always seemed pleasantly surprised at how well mannered he was as well, greeting passerby’s with a hat tip and a “ma’am,” listening to strangers stories and stopping to pet street dogs. Really since you’d met — he was primarily only a threat to those who were a threat to you.

The two of you grew curious about each other, with your lifestyles and upbringings being so different. Everything about the gang was exciting to you and you cautiously wanted to explore it. Arthur had a harder time admitting he was interested in what your side of life had to offer and felt uncomfortable with how foreign it felt.

But you caught him eyeing the beautiful things in your home, letting his fingertips glide along the piano keys, smirking at the expensive weapons mounted and fine whiskies.

It was the art that he took a particular interest in however. He was shy about it at first, gazing at the framed paintings on the walls wanting to know more about them but too nervous to inquire.

So you would stand beside him and tell him the history of it, of the artist, as he stood scratching his beard intently listening.

“Hmm,” he’d mumble dryly — trying to downplay his curiosity but giving himself away by quickly pointing to the one beside it, “and how ’bout this one?”

Arthur never felt fully comfortable in fancier settings but you loved bringing him to dinners and plays with you. When he lost himself in the dishes and dramas meant for the higher class, he fully enjoyed himself.

You never felt at ease in those situations either though, always needing to show a performative smile and appear proper was exhausting. So after the parties you would surprise Arthur by asking him to take you to a saloon or maybe just a stroll in the woods, and he was more than happy to oblige.

Arthur was hesitant when you asked to take trips with him however; worried you didn’t understand what you were getting into.

“No offense Miss but I don’t think ya know what yer askin’.”

“I may be rich but I’m not dumb — Mister.” You said with a sarcastic hiss. “I’d like to learn.”

Arthur rolled his eyes and agreed reluctantly, clearly assuming you would just be deadweight.

But you were a quick learner, and you enjoyed it.

It was exhilarating learning to shoot and skin, and much to Arthur’s surprise you had no qualms about looting with him or being the lookout on a job.

Your favorite nights however were the ones under the stars and beside the crackling fire. You would take the sounds of the slow moving river and rustling pines over the ramblings of relatives whose only talking points were property prices and fine China, any day.

A truth you were anxiously coming to terms with was the fact that you also loved all of this because of Arthur. You could spend hours listening to the husky timbre of his voice excitedly tell you the stories that only a Hell-raising outlaw could.

And yet he was just as enrapturing while sketching quietly or baby-talking his horse as he brushed and fed it.

This evening in Saint Denis was the culmination of all of those nights of curiosity and company.

You had woken up early that morning, Arthur journaling on the couch as you approached him.

“I have an idea cowboy.”

He closed his journal and raised an eyebrow.

“You guys still need money right? Well you and I could make a killing in Saint Denis…”

Arthur sighed and closed his journal, “meanin’?”

“Without you on my arm I’m an easy target in the wrong part of town. You could hang back and I could just draw them out,” you raised your eyebrows excitedly.

Arthur stood up waving his arms in the air, “absolutely not. You crazy woman?!”

“First of all, we would make a good team. Second, do not call me ‘woman’.”

Arthur seemed to take your scolding to heart, shoulders slumping slightly. “Sorry…”

Walking over to you with a softer tone he continued, “just wouldn’t forgive myself if somethin’ happened to ya. I know yer capable but…these things can be unpredictable.”

“Maybe so, but I trust you. Now c’mon Arthur, live a little,” you teased with a wink.

That was all it took, though he continued complaining about going against his better judgment.

Dolling yourself up in your finest that evening, you stood in front of the mirror — scared and excited.

Arthur came in slowly after a delicate knock. In the reflection you caught him pausing at the sight of you, eyes roaming and expression softening.

“You uh…ya ready?”

“Almost, I just…can’t get this necklace to clasp,” you laughed nervously.

“Oh uh…well lemme help then…”

Arthur’s boots were heavy on the floor but his approach was slow and considerate. Handing him the necklace, he draped it around your front, cold metal brushing against you.

The combination of his warm and broad chest hovering against your back with his calloused fingertips ghosting along the skin of your neck, brought forth goosebumps you hoped he wouldn’t notice.

Watching in the reflection, a slight tremble kept him from joining the two sides of the necklace. “Damn fingers are too big,” he chuckled bashfully.

“It’s okay,” you spoke quietly with a reassuring smile.

Finally it clasped together, the emerald jewel coming to a rest at the swell of your cleavage. Before Arthur stepped back, his knuckles lingered on the nape of your neck as he dragged a fingertip along the golden filigree.

“So…would you steal this from me Arthur?”

“Well, you’d definitely catch my attention,” he said warmly before stepping back.

Trying not to read into Arthur’s response, you absentmindedly adjusted in front of the mirror. “Haven’t worn this dress yet, wasn’t sure if I liked it…”

“Why? Y’look beautiful,” Arthur stated.

You felt a flutter spread in your chest and stomach while watching him fumble with his gunbelt in the mirror.

“I uh,” he cleared his throat and motioned toward the door, “we should get goin’.”

All eyes were on you as your large bodyguard walked protectively by your side. You meandered through the city waiting for nightfall, listening to the street performers and perusing the shop windows.

As the sun dipped below the horizon you and Arthur made your way behind the saloon.

“Now you catch someone’s eye ‘n bring ‘em out here,” Arthur pointed to the dark of the alleyway, “I’ll be right down there.”

Clasping your shoulder with his bear paw of a hand he implored, “please be careful.”

“Always am Mr. Morgan,” you winked with a confident smile though your heart was racing.

You watched as he concealed the lower half of his face with a black bandana, leaving only his eyes to be seen under the wide brim of his hat.

Only in the faint light of the streetlamp did you realize that Arthur’s eyes were the same shade as the jewel around your neck. Your heart was pounding for more reasons than one.

The night wore on with the usual bothering from drunk and foolish men — mostly harmless, buying you drinks (that you only pretended to sip) and asking why you were alone.

You fiddled with your necklace and purse, making sure to draw any attention from types you wouldn’t want noticing.

And it did. A dirty and angry looking man in the corner caught your eye. He wasn’t drunk and he had been watching you closely for most of the night.

As the music and clamoring picked up in pace and volume you headed toward the swinging doors in the back; sure enough he followed in your peripheral.

Each second as you made your way into the alley became more and more urgent, heart pounding and sweat dripping while you kept your hand close to your purse — should you need to use the knife Arthur gifted you.

The man closed in quickly, not touching you yet but attempting to intimidate with his presence. “Better stop right there girl…”

Turning around slowly you looked at your mark. He was big — but not as big as Arthur.

“Ain’t anyone teach you not to be alone in places like this?” He sneered with an air of superiority.

You watched Arthur’s bulky frame come into view from behind the shadows, “who says I’m alone?”

The gun in Arthur’s hand pressed to the man’s temple, “ain’t anyone ever teach you to be a gentleman?”

Arthur chuckled darkly, “now…I’m gonna hand that gun in yer holster to the fine lady,” he pressed the revolver harder into the man’s head, making him flinch. “— an’ if ya try anything I’ll blow yer goddamn head off.”

Arthur’s voice was deep and dark and almost made you feel bad for the man, but mostly it stirred something within you.

After the gun was given to you, Arthur began rummaging through the pockets to find money and trinkets.

You knew what the two of you were doing wasn’t right either and Arthur was a bad man, but he was good to you and there was goodness inside of him.

And at that moment? Electricity surged through every inch of your body with exhilaration and you had trouble finding sympathy for a man who would corner a woman by herself.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” The reality of the situation hit hard as a police officer stopped at the end of the alleyway — clearly seeing that it was Arthur robbing the man.

“Oh thank God you’re here officer!” You threw a shaking hand up to play the victim, “please help us!”

You felt terrible for the brief panic in Arthur’s darting eyes as he seemed unsure if you were betraying him.

It didn’t last though. Using your other hand you quickly pointed the gun you kept hidden from view and fired above the officers head.

Arthur understanding that it was a way to buy time, hit the man with the butt of his gun in an attempt to knock him out.

Swiftly grabbing your wrist he pulled you through the saloon, the drunk and confused patrons slowing down the cop in pursuit.

“The hell was that?!” Arthur demanded under his breath.

“Me trying to save our skins — you’re welcome!”

“I’ll thank ya if we make it outta here alive,” Arthur taunted as he found the closest horse to steal. He pulled you with no effort at all, your feet leaving the ground in the blink of an eye.

You wrapped an arm around Arthur’s tight core and pointed the gun behind you with the other, the galloping horse keeping you from a steady aim.

“Arthur where are we going?!”

“Jus’ hold on I’ll figure it out!”

Approaching a bridge you noticed that the view was partly obscured by willow trees, making it a good time as any to throw off the lawman.

Aiming to the best of your ability you shot behind you again, hoping to stall and not harm him. At that moment Arthur took a hard right into the grass and through the trees.

A proper lady’s place was not on the back of a horse with a wanted man, nor was it in a seedy alleyway with bad intentions. But there was nowhere else you wanted to be.

Nestling the gun in the saddlebag, you clung tightly to Arthur’s midsection and buried your face between his shoulder blades.

He was warm and strong and the wind in your hair cooler now, every sense heightened from the rush surging through you.

Slowing to a trot Arthur pulled to a grassy clearing and stopped. “Think we made it…”

He dismounted and grabbed you by the waist to help you do the same, bodies flush as your feet hit the ground.

“Wasn’t exactly a perfect heist but…you handled yerself well sweetheart.”

Arthur’s arms still hovered around you loosely as he spoke beneath his bandanna. His eyes searched yours as you brought your fingertips to his face.

Slowly, you removed what kept his lips from you and ran your thumb along his stubbled cheek. You admired the chestnut locks that fell carelessly along his brow and the way his broad chest heaved at your touch. All you wanted to do was kiss him and never stop kissing him.

“I feel like I could do anything right now Arthur…”

A smirk formed at the corner of his lips with an expectant raise of his eyebrows. Standing on your tiptoes your brought his face to yours for a slow, delicate kiss.

Though he looked dumbstruck and returned the gesture, he pulled back for a moment. “I want this but…I’m no good for ya girl. I’m only good at fightin’ and robbin’…you know that.”

“Bullshit Arthur.” The look on his face was priceless, seemingly more shocked to hear you swear despite just seeing you shoot at the law.

“Bullshit. You have goodness in you too and I’m a grown woman who knows what she wants.” Arthur watched you in disbelief.

“You’re good at protecting me and the way you touch me is kind and it makes me feel safe. I want you to keep touching me like that Arthur…”

A flicker of pride flashed on his face. The only time you could tell Arthur felt good about himself was when he helped others and he especially took a shine to helping you. Being a protector let him realize he was capable of being good at more than just robbing and fighting.

“Fair enough,” he said bringing you back in his embrace. “But I need to hear ya say it.”

“I want this Arthur, you have no idea,” your words were breathy and impatient.

His grip on you was tender but somehow still powerful despite not using any of his real strength. You felt positively tiny in his arms.

His mouth opened more for you, allowing curious flicks of your tongue on his; light whimpers combining. Hands began moving more hungrily — yours down his chest and his up your thigh.

Months prior you might have felt shame at the ache between your legs and the desire urging your hips forward; but now all you cared about was Arthur dousing that fire.

“Sweetheart it shouldn’t be like this…”

Your heart dropped, unsure of where he was going with that statement. “Wh— what do you mean?”

“Well I—look…” Arthur stuttered, trying to find the right words with a reddening face. “You deserve better’n layin’ in some grass in the woods like this.”

He paused to think and fiddle with his suspenders before continuing, “least lemme take ya back to the manor. Wanna make it, y’know…proper.”

You considered telling Arthur that you wanted it here, still riding the high of the night; being outside after barely escaping would only add to the thrill.

But Arthur didn’t want that. He wanted to treat you special and give you comfort and patience. He didn’t need to be the rugged outlaw anymore that night, he just needed to be your suitor.

You already got to play cops and robbers, maybe it was his turn to play the gentleman.

Sighing with relief you took Arthur’s hand, “well just so you know, here would be just fine with me.” Planting a reassuring kiss on his cheek you headed toward the horse, “but you can take me home.”

Arthur took a longer, more secluded route through the woods in case someone was still looking for you.

It wasn’t easy being patient, the tension palpable and the anticipation exquisite.

As you lurched forward with the horses gait you replayed the kiss and wandering hands in your mind.

You couldn’t wait to unbutton his shirt, to feel the curve of his muscle, to make him whine with the touch of your fingertips, and God you couldn’t wait to feel his on you.

You wanted him to squeeze you and mark you in every intimate place that was usually kept hidden. To thrust and curl and fill all of you.

Positioning yourself higher on the saddle you let your hands roam along his waistline and kissed the curve where his neck met his shoulder.

Arthur leaned his head, allowing you to kiss and nip at more of his sensitive skin. He responded with his rough hand grasping your calf. Ever so slowly it pushed up your dress and glided along your thigh.

Your hips instinctively rolled forward to the small of his back, Arthur kneading the fat of your thigh as your wetness grew.

It really wasn’t easy being patient.

You keened, “how much longer baby?”

“Jesus,” Arthur sighed while rolling his own hips at the air. “Gonna be there soon.”

“Tell me what you’re gonna do to me Arthur…”

“’M’gonna take off that dress you look so goddamn gorgeous in and feel how soft y’are.”

“Gonna feel how soft I am everywhere?” You teased with a light bite to his ear.

Arthur grunted a yes, “gonna part them pretty legs and make ya feel good darlin’. You gonna be good’n wet for me?”

“Oh you could sink into me right this second Arthur.”

“My God girl,” Arthur said taken aback. “Never thought I’d hear ya talkin’ like that…”

“I’m full of surprises.” You snaked your hand down to his lap, lightly ghosting over his straining manhood. “And I see you’re ready for me.”

Arthur shuddered with a groan, “painfully so.”

Laughing together you continued teasing touches and lustful whispers until the manor came into view.

Arthur sent the horse off and though it was late, the two of you snuck in should any of the gang still be up.

As the doors of the bedroom closed behind you, Arthur lifted you up and wrapped your legs around his waist. Gently pressing you to a wall your kisses were passionate and rutting slow.

Carrying you over to the bed, Arthur sat you at the edge and positioned himself behind.

Though they trembled slightly with nerves, he moved with unhurried and adept hands; carefully untying and undoing each bit of your dress and corset.

Despite the prior buildup and desperation, Arthur worked with incredible consideration and care — making sure not to harm your dress and kissing and caressing all newly exposed skin.

As the last of the confines on your upper body fell down your shoulders, Arthur massaged a breast in each hand from behind, kissing your neck and whispering praises in your ears.

Moving to the floor he knelt in front of you, slowly rolling your stockings off each leg and kissing down your inner thighs as he did.

Bare before him you felt vulnerable and exposed in a way you never had been. But Arthur wasn’t like anyone else you’d been with.

Standing up he took you in with an awestruck smile, “how the hell did I get so lucky?”

Moving to unbutton his shirt you mused, “I could ask you the same question.”

Giving him the same affection and attention, your lips and hands explored with purpose — making sure he understood you loved his scars and the hair that dusted his chest and trailed down his abdomen.

You watched as he stepped out of his pants, eager to take his throbbing length in your hand. But before you could, Arthur gently layed you down, moving the pillow under your head as he did.

Running his hand through your hair he gazed sweetly, “feelin’ okay beautiful?”

You nodded eagerly, pulling him down. Settling beside you his hand dipped down to your heat, sliding along your wet folds before pushing a finger in.

A drawn out whine escaped from your lungs, finally getting the touch you needed.

Arthur let out an amused chuckle before bringing his mouth to your breast, twirling his tongue along the stiff peak and sucking it in his mouth. All while working your inner walls.

“Arthur,” you mewled, suddenly overwhelmed at all of the wonderful sensation.

“S’okay sweet girl,” sitting up slightly Arthur used his free hand to move one of yours to your mound. “Show me how ya touch yerself.”

You rubbed circles on your swollen nub, slick with the arousal from Arthur’s pleasuring. Even just the featherlight touch was enough to push you closer as you clenched around his large digits.

Arthur observed you with lust blown eyes, “that’s right sweetheart, let’s getcha there.” His breath was hot against your neck as he cooed in your ear, “be a good girl for me…”

That was all it took for your gut to tighten as Arthur made his way back down to your breast, eagerly sucking between praises while you came around his fingers.

He didn’t remove himself from you until the last of the quivers left your legs and your panting settled. “That’s my girl…”

Gathering your senses and coming back to reality, you gently urged Arthur onto his back and moved to get on top. Straddling his much wider lap was almost a strain.

But the feeling of the underside of his cock as your wet folds glided over the twitching hardness, quickly made any strain forgotten.

Arthur’s hands grasped your hips as you sunk onto him, taking him into your core with needy moans.

He let out a shaky exhale and a whisper of your name while stilling your hips from moving, “jus’…stay like this for a second.”

Reaching up to run his thumb over your lip he smiled warmly, “this has to be the closest to heaven I’ll ever get.”

“Quite the smooth talker there Mr. Morgan.”

He laughed sweetly in response, “nah I ain’t smooth. Jus’ sayin’ what’s true.”

“Well either way,” you writhed slightly, “I think I can get you a little closer to heaven tonight…”

Placing your hands on Arthur’s sturdy chest you began bouncing on his cock, watching as he became a beautiful, whimpering mess beneath you.

There was a pride and thrill in making a tough, some would say brutish man like Arthur melt for you.

“C’mere princess,” Arthur pulled you down flush to him, your breasts pressed tightly to his upper chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

Kissing you with fervor he bucked up into your heat, his much bigger frame completely enveloping you.

“How’s this darlin’?”

“So—fuck, so good.”

“Love hearin’ you swear fer me…”

“Maybe,” you choked out between thrusts, “you should fuck me harder then.”

A primal groan expelled hot breath against your ear as Arthur picked up pace, his hand palming the swell of your ass as it shook with impact.

His substantial hand moved to cover the back of your head, lightly pulling your hair. “You take me so well sweetheart — God, so warm ’n tight.”

Every pump of Arthur’s cock hit a spot that had scarcely been stimulated before, slick dripping down your thighs as he did.

Arthur placed his fingers around your soaked opening, feeling as he pistoned in and out. “We’re makin’ a mess outta these expensive sheets.”

He tenderly placed his hand on your jaw to move your face towards his, “but you like that…dont’cha?”

His gravelly drawl was sex and sin.

Taking his thumb into your mouth you simply moaned a response as your pussy clenched around him.

“Yeah you do…good girl…”

Talking himself into a frenzy, taut muscle twitched and stiffened as he grew closer, legs kicking slightly with shallow breaths.

“Christ m’close,” Arthur choked out as his grip on you trembled.

Swiftly sitting up you hopped off and pumped his pulsing cock as he swore and gasped and gathered the sheets in his tight fists.

“That’s it handsome,” you stroked his flexing thigh while hot spend dripped down your knuckles and shot onto his tight stomach.

Arthur made a good call coming back to the manor; the comfort of the soft linens and silks certainly felt heavenly to your spent bodies.

The sight of him nude and blissful in your bed was something you’d carry with you as well, and you hoped he enjoyed the rare indulgence of comfort.

Propping himself on his elbow, Arthur eyed you with admiration. “Hell of a night.”

“Oh? That’s not just a regular night for you?” You joked with a light giggle.

“Robbin’ an idiot in an alleyway? Sometimes,” he shrugged playfully. “But this?” He leaned down to press his lips tightly to yours. “This ain’t.”

“Ya know darlin’, you ain’t gonna be able to show yer face around them lawmen again,” he realized with a laugh.

“To be honest, I think I’m growing weary of Saint Denis. Was actually hoping I might explore a little more of the world,” you paused to look at Arthur with a coy smile, “ya know?”

“Hmm, I might be able to help ya with that.”

Whether you really could leave and whether Arthur would trust your judgment in making that choice remained to be seen.

But he was happy in that moment and so were you. The two of you together was a paradox, and despite this — or maybe because of, it worked.

All that mattered was Arthur’s strong presence above you as he played with your necklace; the only thing left on your body.

#arthur morgan #rdr2 #nsft #fluff #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x f!reader #arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 fanfiction #arthur morgan fanfiction #red dead redemption

[soleilnomoon]

Hello!

I see that's a Zoro thirst era so here I am 🥴

Can I request a headcanon of him, Law and Ace? (separately) About how they would react to a small sized reader?? With like the cute moments and the feisty ones 👀

Lol from when I was little and still to this day I always was the "little" "cute" "short" friend that when cusses everybody goes like "OOOH! 😲" and I'm like Bruuuh!!!

Lol I hope someone can relate to this!😭

Could you make it a fem!reader?

Thank you in advance if you happen to accept the ask!

I really would like to know if this is also your situation or if you have friends like me! 🤣 (If you don't mind of course!)

i’m glad the zoro thirst train is still going strong lmao i love those three (obvy) — i’m actually 5’2”! i know that short life very well, no one takes you seriously until you snap ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ also since everyone around me has more or less been taller than me, it feels like a conspiracy. anyway, this came out longer than expected (i feel like i always say this lol) but i had fun <3

2.1k words, (short) fem reader, fluff, a tiny hint of angst, and a splash of nsfw stuff (hand job, public sex, spanking, yk cute stuff like that).

the day you meet, he doesn’t take well to your presence at all; franky says he’s being too serious, and jinbe agrees, sanji doubling-down right after and reiterating what the first two say. it irks him, . you earn your spot; while you might not have the same physical capabilities of some of the others, no one can take away your tenacity. it’s a quality that luffy admires; he explicitly says as much, in front of everyone, that he wants to bring you into his group. make you one of them—and his decision is always final. 

eventually, you grow on him; he fights it tooth and nail, sometimes making you feel like you’re permanently going to be on his shit list. it’s a ruse, fortunately; he can’t quite make himself admit it, either. someone so small, so seemingly innocent—cute; even though zoro will never openly say that—so easily likable, everything about you intrigues him. it’s when you get into a silly argument with usopp and luffy, with a lot of misunderstanding—using words incorrectly (luffy, alone, is guilty), and before long, no one even remembers the original point of the argument. then zoro laughs out loud. the sound startles you; you’ve never seen him laugh that hard, his eye closing as he doubles over, and because of this, everyone else laughs too.

for some reason, the seamless way he was able to cut the tension, it warms you significantly. and it’s after that moment, that you become inseparable. you’re curious about his training and he doesn’t think when he says he can help build your endurance—enhancing your stamina will only make your crew that much stronger, he decides. through all of the sweat, the accidental tears, and the oppressive workout regimen, you learn more about his real ambition and he learns that you’re not just a cute, short, helpless person. you’ve got more bite than people realize. and he likes it.

and on a night where the sky is clear, you collectively decide to have a feast—to celebrate life, to mourn over fallen allies, to simply exist together. the music and laughter are loud enough to snuff out any extraneous sounds—but, this doesn’t mean you won’t try to keep quiet. after drifting away from your crewmates, drunk off of the party’s atmosphere, you end up on the balcony talking and joking with zoro. and maybe it’s because your presence is calming, or that you smell like warm vanilla, a hint of coconut, but he pulls you closer and kisses you. your lips part, his mouth devouring yours hotly, tongue thrusting inside recklessly. it leaves very little room for you to breathe, or for your brain to stop melting. when you do finally pull apart, you pant softly, hands shaking as they land on his chest; he has a knowing smile on his face, and even though your face flushes terribly, you can’t wait to kiss him again.

he finds it impossibly inefficient of you to be this short; he likes to remind you of it whenever he can, evoking your wrath, eyes narrowed in anger. it’s appropriately adorable, which further proves his point that it is impossibly inefficient for you to be this short. everything is much too high for you to reach—you stomp your foot repeatedly when they take their time to help you. and even though law sternly told you not to try and climb things, you do it anyway. the first time he catches you, you nearly fall—your knee slips on the counter. if he hadn’t been close by, you would’ve hit your head pretty hard. as the ship’s captain, he finds it irresponsible of you; and as the ship’s surgeon, he thinks you should be placed in a small bubble where you can remain unharmed.

the second time he catches you, an unstoppable impulse shoots through him. taking long strides, he reaches you quickly; he plucks you off of the counter and unceremoniously tosses you over his shoulder. your mouth falls open in protest, face burning with embarrassment—you snap and tell him that you can walk your own damn self to whichever secluded area he wants to lecture you in. and, try as he might, law keeps his composure, until he just can’t anymore. you think you have the upper hand now, want to taunt him about it, but then his hand makes contact with your ass—giving it a nice, firm slap. 

you lose your train of thought, stumble over your words, and grab the back of his jacket. a soft moan comes out of your mouth and before you do anything else that’s shameful, you clamp your lips shut. it’s amusing to him, you trying to have some restraint—but he knows better. you’re defiant, fearless, and a pain in his ass; but somehow you’ve tethered yourself to him, anchoring his heart, a calm he’s never really experienced before. 

he finds this all annoying, and yet he can’t stay away from you. 

bepo’s already gotten on him about how he’s much more strict with you than he is with the others. barely blinking, he simply shrugs it all off, not needing or wanting to explain himself to his friend. besides, he hardly understands any of this himself. law refuses to acknowledge that he has feelings for you, because giving it a name will veer him off course. he can’t afford to let that happen.

still, he takes you to his office as you try to regain your logic; as he locks the door behind him, his hold tightens around you before he perches you on top of his desk. staring up at your captain, you eye him sharply, hating how much you want him to spank you again—and doubly hating how your thighs keep rubbing together. your expression is priceless; a smirk makes its way onto his lips, as he rolls up his sleeves.

“don’t move,” he instructs, his eyes darkening, keeping you rooted in the same spot. you sit there, holding in a breath, trying to figure out if this is a very long dream, or if it’s actually happening to you. after taking off his hat, law grabs his desk chair and sits right in front of you. there’s a charged energy in the air around you; it has you sinking your nails into the palms of your hands, leaving behind angry crescent moon shapes behind. he settles into the chair comfortably, brushing his thumb against his lower lip before saying, “take it off.”

the command propels you in action, you clumsily peel your clothes off, pausing only once you’re in your bra and panties. he fixes you with a hard look, fingers twitching slightly. “all of it.” his gaze unnerves you, makes an ache grow within you, your thighs rubbing against one another as he raises a brow at you. without thinking about it too much, you unhook your bra and toss it onto the floor. he watches you carefully, almost obsessively, afraid that if he blinks he’ll miss something crucial. you hastily tug your panties off, goosebumps traveling along your skin. you’re very aware of how law is watching you and when you finally spread your legs, he admires the way your arousal drips from your pussy, slow like honey, his cock hard and painfully trapped behind his jeans. he has every intention of showing you just what happens when you defy orders from him, and you know in the back of your mind that you’ll do it again just to push him to his breaking point, hoping he’ll fuck the bratty attitude out of you.

because he’s much taller than you, he runs into you; a lot. so much that you ask him one day if he’s doing it on purpose. now, ace, being impossibly ace, will never willingly admit that he watches you more than he should; he will also never admit to liking the height difference between you two. he watches you struggle to reach things, laughs at the way your crew mates tease you endlessly about needing to grow an inch or three, and sees your temper shoot venom every time the jokes go a little too far.

after docking on a small island, you explore around, hoping to burn off some of your anger. the large ship is an impressive beast as it drifts in the water, acting as a landmark for you to return back to once you’re done. a few of your crew mates offer to explore with you, but you wave them off, seemingly annoyed with everyone, not wanting to lash out more than necessary if you can help it. you get turned around and end up in a clearing, the sound of water enticing you to get closer. because you’re so focused on the beauty in the fauna in the forest, you never hear him walk up behind you. 

he wraps his arms around you, affectionate and demanding. and even though you know it’s him, you let out a distressed shriek anyway. he grins behind you, laughing at your theatrics, spinning you around until you start laughing too. “i hate you.” it’s not even remotely true; you doubt you could ever hate him, no matter what, but he doesn’t need to know that, does he?

ace doesn’t believe you, even says that as he drags his lips along the side of your neck, smiling playfully against your skin; you inhale sharply, fingers grabbing his forearm desperately, your stubbornness crumbling when he starts leaving kisses behind. your skin burns; each kiss eviscerating the remnants of your anger. you whimper softly before turning around in his arms, eyelids half closed, your arousal getting the better of you; he’s not much better, his cock stiff and bothersome, begging him to do something. a groan slips out of his mouth when your hand tugs on the waistband of his shorts, deftly unbuttoning them and freeing his cock after sliding the zipper down.

you’re not sure what possesses you, but you just want to touch him repeatedly—maybe get it out of your system so you can carry on with your afternoon. you know, deep down, that that won’t exactly do the trick, but you want to try anyway. his mouth finds yours, giving you messy tongue kisses as your hand wraps around his cock and strokes it slowly. you might actually be the death of him one of these days; the pace is agonizing and even as his hips jerk forward, you won’t give him what he wants. yet. he sucks on your tongue and all of your restraint dissipates. 

your thumb rubs around the thick head, precum dripping out of his tip, and onto your hand. he’d be embarrassed if he hadn’t dreamt of having you like this — and in other ways, too — but when your hand tugs faster, his moans get louder, throatier, more desperate. he brings a hand to halt your movements and he pulls you to a nearby tree; when step out of your panties and hike up your skirt, he picks you up, using the tree trunk to hold you steady. when you wrap your legs around him, the length of his cock glides in between the folds of your pussy, pulling soft, pleading moans from you until you tug on his hair roughly.

he only chuckles at your ferocity, angles the tip of his cock with your needy entrance, and slides inside of you, pausing so that you can adjust before sliding in deeper. your nails sink into his shoulders, breath warm against his chest, his hips rocking against yours slowly as you call out his name. he never knew how much he needed to hear you come apart like this until now; his fantasy is dull in comparison; you’re so much more vibrant than his dreams portray. still, his hands are all over you all the same. you don’t even remember why you were so pissed in the first place, instead ace and his disrespectful mouth have temporarily muddled your memories. and you know that you should probably keep your voice down, but with each thrust, ace drags out sounds you didn’t know you were capable of making. 

as you lose yourself in him, his strokes get shorter, faster, terrifyingly addictive; he pounds into your pussy mercilessly, loving the way you clench around him whenever he hits a certain spot. he whispers filthy promises in your ear, your cheeks flush deeply, but you’re too preoccupied with the way he’s fucking you to care. the roughness of the tree bark digs into your skin, but you don’t care—you really, truly don’t. all that matters is this; you, ace, this sliver of time together, since there’s barely any privacy on your ship to begin with. you kiss him senselessly, lips swollen, the noises that your pussy makes as his cock slams inside of you turns you on so much that you almost don’t want it to end. so you whisper against his lips—tell him to keep on going and he fulfills that request until your voice is too hoarse for you to say anything, with tears staining your cheeks as you can hardly stand on your own without his help.

#i'm finally done omg #this was a little experimental but i like it i think #one piece smut #one piece imagine #roronoa zoro #zoro x y/n #zoro x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x reader #trafalgar law #law x y/n #law x reader #portgas d. ace #ace x reader #ace x y/n #law is sf absurd; i love him #fic request #law smut #zoro smut #ace smut #one piece hcs

[ymiwritesstuff]

Dangerous Dance

OK OK HERE’S THE MAJIMA FIC AAAAAAA HE’S SO HOT I’LL DIE! This is just a very random “simp fic” so to speak. Basically, reader is down bad, Majima is down bad. Very suggestive because of course it is. This takes place during Yakuza 0, also, please remember that I have NOT FINISHED THE GAME!! So please don’t spoil anything!! Anyway, I really really hope you guys like this. Please enjoy!!

Yakuza 0

Goro Majima x Reader

Summary: The last few days have been rough, so you decide to unwind by visiting a familiar disco club. What you don’t expect however is meeting a stranger who is so alluring, you are not sure how to react.

Notes: Usage of alcohol, drunk reader, mild swearing, suggestive themes, allusions to smut (not the act itself, y’all let me know if you wanna see that tho 👀), reader down bad, Majima down bad lmao, FIRST TIME WRITING FOR MAJIMA, KEEP THAT IN MIND PLS

Also posted on AO3!

What a day. 

You were more than aware that your job wasn’t the most excellent, hell, you could say you had gotten fairly used to the worst parts of customer service. Rude customers had little to no effect on you anymore, kicking drunken assholes out was but a tiny inconvenience, and your poor legs had become numb to the pain of standing in one place for multiple hours.

Recently, however, it had been shit. And you didn’t know why exactly, maybe you were just getting tired of living the same routine over and over. You just needed a break. And a really good one.

The loud booming music at the disco was almost deafening but in the best possible way. It left your head no room to think of anything but the pounding sounds you could not only hear but also feel. Maharaja was not foreign to you, in fact, you felt you were somehow far more familiar with Sotenbori during nighttime. The whole city became an entirely different place, it sprung to live, even. You frequented the disco whenever you felt the need to have a good time, get drunk, or maybe even hook up with somebody. You never knew what would happen, and that’s why you loved it.

With a drink in hand, you moved with the music, occasionally letting out a yell or two when a particularly nice song began to play. You could feel the effects of the alcohol you had consumed, your head felt light, and your vision was slightly shaky, but dear Lord you were having fun. You absorbed the energy of the partying people around you, forgetting all about the reason for your late-night visit, washing it away with a strong lime and gin.

The tunes echoed in your head and lingered there and the screams and yells of others kept you from floating to a world of your own. Still, your attention was scattered, eyes going from one place to another to being fully closed. There was a dance battle or two at some point. Who won those again? You had already forgotten, the memory was lost somewhere and washed away by the alcohol.

You downed your drink, as you danced, catching a glimpse of a young couple from the corner of your vision. They were all over each other, drunk, barely able to keep up with the beat. Despite that, they looked like they were having a good time. A wonderful time. Immediately you felt something stick to you.

Envy.

You stared at your now empty glass and let out something in between a laugh and a scoff. You’d need another drink. And someone to spend your time with.

Being alone was no issue, you sometimes even preferred it. But you would be flat-out lying to yourself if you claimed that some company wasn’t wanted. Parties were always better with others anyway. All kinds of people all over Sotenbori came to Maharaja, surely there had to be someone who was willing to exchange a few words or even dance with you. Though deep down, you perhaps desired more than that. Something... Wild. Your expectations in that regard, however, were quite low. A good dance would do just fine.

The bar counter was mostly empty, which was no strange sight. People much preferred to spend their time on the dance floor and the only time they stepped off was when their mouths desired the bitter taste of alcohol, you being living proof of that. That was precisely what you were doing after all.

With slightly uneven steps you approached the counter, the effects of the previous drinks very much apparent. You were nowhere done, though. Nowhere near drunk enough. You had made it your goal to get as wasted as possible tonight, almost out of spite. The last few days had been so awful. You weren’t religious by any means, but if there was some higher power out there responsible for all the shit you had endured lately, tonight, you’d be giving it the middle finger by allowing yourself to have a good time for once.

Your eyes drifted and noticed someone sitting at the counter. Strange, you weren’t expecting anyone to anchor themself here of all places, the music barely reached this part of the disco. Maybe he was waiting for somebody, you thought.

You eyed the man carefully, taking in his appearance. From your angle, you couldn’t see his face, but he was well-dressed, with black hair tied back in a ponytail. He had a firmness to him, his shoulders appeared tense and something told you that he was perhaps already aware of your presence.

In one hand, he held his drink, while the other rested on the counter. He appeared to be lost in his thoughts, but you could see his finger tapping to the faraway beat against the table.

You looked back at the dance floor and then at the man again. Screw it. You were rather intrigued and seeing that no one else seemed to be as secluded as this stranger, you approached him with something akin to slight nervousness attaching itself to you.

“Out here alone?” You yelled over the music. The stranger turned to you and immediately you felt something in your chest, your eyes widening ever so slightly at the sight of him. His face was neutral, tired even as if he hadn’t had enough sleep for days. Yet his lips turned slightly upward as he looked at you. It made your stomach turn. What was perhaps the most shocking part of his fierce appearance was the eyepatch covering his left eye. Your legs trembled the tiniest amount. He was unbelievably handsome.

“Yeah, I am,” he replied in what was possibly the most attractive voice you had ever heard. More than happy with his answer, you sat down beside him, eyes briefly glancing at his slightly exposed chest and the gold necklace adorning it. Some part of you knew he noticed, as you hazily noted the way he let out a suppressed chuckle. In your slightly drunken state, however, you had no shame.

“Want some company?” You asked with a slight smirk, placing your empty glass down. “Parties are no fun alone, are they?” Yet another chuckle left his lips and he quickly looked down before locking his only visible eye with you once more.

“Yer right about that. But makes me wonder,” he took one sip from his drink, your eyes gluing themselves to the way his lips parted as he drank before continuing. 

“Whatsa pretty thing like you doin’ here all alone?” He challenged your smirk with one of his own, that deep voice of his resonating deep in your ears and lingering there like smoke. His words made you giggle and you leaned in, slightly shortening the distance between you two.

“Well, I’m not alone anymore, am I?”

There was the tiniest shift in his expression and something about it told you that he may not have expected your response to be so bold. And to be fair, you didn’t either. A few stronger drinks do wonders for one’s courage. He hummed in agreement, silently accepting your company. Score.

“What’s yer name, gorgeous?” You found yourself breaking eye contact at the nickname he used that was so effortlessly carried by his voice. He was no stranger to flirting, that much was clear. And it was working, as the flush on your cheeks was no longer only due to alcohol.

“(Name).” Something poked at your insides, something you could only describe as enthusiasm. You were eager to talk to this man, the more you looked at him, the more it felt like he was reeling you in. The bizarre feeling could only be compared to a high schooler talking to their crush. You didn’t complain though.

“(Name), eh? Fits ya well.” A laugh escaped your lips and if you had been more attentive, you would have noticed him glancing at them. “I’m Majima.”

Something clicked within you as soon as he said that, and your smile got replaced by an expression of realization. Was he..

“Goro Majima..? The manager of Cabaret Grand?” You looked at him with widened eyes, trying to process what you had heard. He raised a surprised eyebrow at you, likely not expecting you to know of him.

“Haw? How’d ya know?” His shock was understandable, and now that he had confirmed your suspicion, you were over the moon. In your excitement, you laughed.

“Anyone who has spent enough time enjoying the nightlife of Sotenbori has heard of Goro Majima,” you began. The hushed whispers of the Grand’s highly efficient manager did not go unnoticed by you and the things you had heard about his feats were truly something to marvel at. You never expected to meet him though and his refined and at the same time intense looks now made slightly more sense to you.

“I’m surprised to find you here, though.” You brought your palm to your face and leaned on it, that smirk you first put on remaining on your lips. “And without company too.” Given his reputation, you assumed men, women and everyone in between would be all over him, sticking to him like moths to a flame, yet you had found him alone at the most deserted spot of Maharaja. A part of you was quite ecstatic about that, not that you would ever allow yourself to admit that.

He laughed, noticing the underlying flattery in your words. It was funny to him but he chose to accept it even if it was only because he did not dare to extinguish the flames he saw in your eyes. 

Majima gulped down the last bits of his drink, enjoying the way it flowed down his throat. You could not take your half-lidded eyes off him, the distant music becoming all the more apparent and louder, which made you turn your head towards the dance floor.

“Hey, can I get ya a drink?” Majima asked, pointing to your empty glass on the counter. “Just order whatever ya want. My treat.” You turned to him upon hearing his question and noticed the knowing grin on his face. Your eyes shifted from his eye to his lips and you came to a conclusion. You were at Maharaja, the wildest disco in town, and there was only one thing you were craving and the thriving sounds around you only fueled that desire.

You promptly stood up, to which Majima raised his brow.

“How about we dance first? Or were you planning to just sulk here all night?” You asked teasingly, but there was some seriousness to your question. It was still bizarre to you that he would choose to isolate himself in a place like this.

It didn’t take long for Majima to stand up in front of you, and you felt yourself stumble ever so slightly. His height impressed you, and he looked down at you with a clearly teasing smirk. You were sure he did it on purpose.

“Sure, show me what ya got, darlin’.”

He was so close to you, it was almost suffocating, but in a good way. You caught a whiff of a cologne he was wearing, he smelled as good as he looked. You tilted your head upwards at him and stood up on your toes in an attempt to get your face as close to his as possible. You wanted to let him know exactly what he was making you feel.

“Try to keep up, Majima-san.” Your voice was barely a whisper, and Majima was more than happy with the fact that you didn’t know just how many chills ran down his spine upon hearing your words. You were certainly something.

The brightly lit dance floor was buzzing, filled to the brim with people dying to dance and sing their hearts out. You were no different, you were hungry for a good time, especially with someone like Majima.

Once you reached the floor, you turned to him. His tense posture seemed somewhat more relaxed and there was a sense of underlying anticipation in him, almost like there was something inside of him just waiting to be let out. Most curious.

With a final glance at him, you began to sway with the music, just letting your body move on its own and closing your eyes. You felt the beat in your being and relished it, bringing your arms into the air. The music and lights enveloped you, and all your worries just melted away with every step you took.

Majima followed suit, allowing himself to get lost in the moment. He truly enjoyed dancing, which some might have considered surprising. At the same time though, he could not help but glance at you every now and then. He was fascinated by how fluidly your body moved with the music and how nice of a smile you had the whole time.

He would be lying to himself if he said he did not find you extremely attractive like this.

You caught him staring, and smirked at him right away. His burning gaze was unlike anything you had experienced and somehow you could feel both his eyes hungrily watching you, despite one of them being covered. You adored how it made you feel. And you knew he was more than enjoying the view.

With every roll of your hips and every snap of your head to the beat, Majima found himself more and more entranced and his own movements became wilder. He matched your energy perfectly, dancing his heart out, letting a laugh or two slip his lips occasionally. You noted how effortlessly he moved with the music and how much he seemed to be enjoying himself. He was a good dancer to be sure, he definitely had a talent for it. The bright lights adorned his already stunning face and brought out his features perfectly. 

Running a hand through your hair sloppily you stepped closer to him, with a potentially dangerous idea suddenly taking over your head. If you were sober, you would have never allowed yourself to even think of something like this, but now it seemed like the perfect idea, partially because you were already so addicted to the way this stranger looked at you.

With your face mere inches away from his, you eyed his parted lips. You could smell the remains of the drink he had consumed just moments ago, but there was something else in there too and it didn’t take you long to figure out what. Cigarettes.

It filled you with something, a desire that you weren’t sure you had felt towards anyone else. Once you locked eyes with him, you were almost caught off guard at the intensity of his stare. It was fierce, starving, and almost unhinged. 

You smirked and prowled closer to his lips, hands ghosting over his arms while swinging your body with the harmonious sounds that had filled your mind. You were playing a dangerous game, you knew it, but the way your heart raced was exciting, and you became even more excited when Majima matched your movements, bringing his head lower and closer to yours.

That was the response you were looking for, and it served as a sign that he was willing to play along. Perfect. Your smirk and gaze became mischievous and you quickly turned around, with your back facing him. You somehow heard the slight groan that rumbled in his throat even from under all the commotion.

In this new position, you made an effort to get him as worked up as possible. The song playing was perfect, the melody was sensual and enticing, yet the beat was still on-brand for disco. You swayed your hips, flipped your hair, and even ran a hand along your waist and chest all so you could wordlessly tell Majima what he was about to get. And it was working.

Majima could not keep his eye off you. He followed your movements and got completely lost in the sight of you. His breath hitched every time you looked back at him, those half-lidded, glossy eyes sending sparks throughout his being. His own dancing lost some of its passion as he was too occupied with feasting on you with his gaze. It traveled up and down, taking all of you in and letting his filthy imagination run wild.

You leaned against him, clearly catching him off guard. With your backside pressed against him, you continued your dancing, feigning innocence by looking at him with an expression so cruelly seductive that Majima wasn’t sure how long he could hold back. From the corner of your vision, you noticed his hand move toward your waist, an action you long predicted and expected.

However, before he could make contact with your body, you grabbed his wrist, denying his silent request. For a brief second, Majima feared he had crossed the line by attempting to touch you, but once he heard that cursed laugh of yours, he understood the situation. No touching. Not yet.

Still, he would not stand for being the only one getting messed with. That was not fair, was it? Carefully, with your back still turned to him, he lowered his head to your ear, barely touching it with his lips, his hot breath sending multiple sets of shivers down your spine. He saw you visibly let out a shaky breath as your dancing slowed down at his actions. He chuckled.

“Ya teasin’ me, darlin’?” His voice made you weak. It was low, husky, and just barely audible through all the music, but you heard it loud and clear, and it set you aflame. The grip you had on his wrist loosened, though you knew even with your tightest hold, he would be able to break free and turn the tables on you. The image alone almost pushed you over the edge.

Letting go of his hand, you finally turned around, your dancing reduced to just light swaying. The alcohol played its part in it too, you assumed. You looked at Majima dead in the eye, expression filled with lust.

“And what if I am?” You challenged his statement, which he found most amusing. Your hands found their way to his broad shoulders, dancing along the area right next to his neck. Despite the lack of fairness, Majima kept his hands to himself, which you exploited by having yours all over him. 

The music had become mute in your head, the only thing raging in there were the sinful thoughts you had let loose by getting so close to this man. You were sure it was the same for him, his hot and bothered face told you all you needed to know.

“We’ll see how far that’ll get ya.” You jumped and let out a slight noise when you felt his hands on your hips, the tightness of his grip surprising you. He brought his face close, so close you felt like you were about to faint. “My patience’s runnin’ thin.”

Truthfully, so was yours. 

You slid your hand down his toned torso, feeling his abs through his thin shirt, stopping at his belt, the feeling spreading the fire all across your being. With your lips on his hot cheek and your hand on the other side of his perfectly sculpted face you spoke in a low voice:

“Then, should we go get those drinks somewhere else?”

Majima tightened his hold on your hips, chuckling once more, but this time, there was something in it you hadn’t noticed before. It could have only been described as wickedness.

“Eager, ain’tcha?”

You looked up at him with a sly smile, which was all the encouragement Majima needed to start retreating from the dance floor. Filled with excitement, you followed, more than eager to spend the night with him.

“C’mon, let’s go. Ya still haven’t shown me all ya can do, have ya?”

You giggled. He was right.

What a night this would be.

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[whumpcereal]

Your made-up people are not stupid! Also, I'm terrible at engaging without specifics. But I'll give it a go. :')

Um... I've been following the kennel and I'm really enjoying it! Pet whump's way outside my norm *and* it's not fantasy, but it's still drawn me in. I'm really enjoying your writing style and I love Will's sarcastic self-deprecating sense of humor/coping.

I just saw your post with the pics of Will and Tommy 👀 I love visuals, so thanks for that!

I began reading the kennel late and then went back to the beginning. I'm really curious about Wills's past and his relationship with Tommy.

Honestly, if there's anything you'd like to infodump re: the kennel, you have a willing audience right here.

I hope you stay safe! 💜

Ah, sweet William! I can infodump a little bit about him (and thank you so much for your willingness to distract!).

Will is an only child. His parents were mismatched high school sweethearts who married when they were really young. Sometimes, that works; for them, it did not. Will's mother, in particular, felt very restless in the relationship and felt like there were too many things she never got to try. She left Will and his father when Will was in the third grade.

Will's dad is a very sensitive guy who didn't quite understand what he'd done to make Will's mom run off and who really didn't understand what to do with an eight-year-old boy on his own. He loves Will, but he hasn't always been a model parent. He worked a lot, and he didn't know how to deal with his own feelings let alone Will's confusion and hurt. He grieved out loud in front of his son, and that set an expectation for Will that he should always be ready for people to let him down--and that he should question whether or not he's worthy of other people's love, because if his Dad (who was his superhero when he was little) wasn't enough, how could Will be?

Will's dad did have the wherewithal to recognize that he didn't know how to do everything by himself, so Will spent a lot of time at the Mahoneys'. Will and Tommy met in second grade. They sat next to one another in class. Tommy liked Will's Ninja Turtles tee-shirt; Will liked Tommy's light-up sneakers. They built forts out of cut grass on the playground and played Spiderman (Tommy was so good at climbing the play structures that, for a hot second, Will thought Tommy might be Spiderman). When Will's mom left, the Mahoneys offered Will's dad whatever help they could, and he took it. Will had dinner there several nights a week, spent the night more often than he probably should, kind of became another son. Will's dad felt guilty about that, and maybe a little sad that he couldn't provide Will with all of that, and withdrew. He loves Will, but he thought he was doing him a favor--giving him the room to have the kind of family he deserved.

Tommy never resented Will's closeness, and the Mahoneys never made Will feel like a burden, but he felt like one anyway. He's always scared that he's going to chase people away the way he thinks he did his mother and, to a lesser extent, his father.

As they went through middle and high school, Tommy's talent and devotion to dance started to change their relationship a little bit. Will was super proud of Tommy and always stuck up for him when other people made fun of him for dancing, but Will also felt a little jealous that there was nothing he was good at, nothing he could be special for. He was an average student, an average-looking guy, just...average. And that was fine, but he just didn't get why he couldn't have something.

Then came Jessie.

She and Will started dating during their junior year of high school. Tommy never really liked the way she treated Will. Will was such a people pleaser that he spent all of his time trying to do whatever it was he thought might make Jessie happy, and Jessie took advantage of that. She also knew how to keep Will in line by exploiting the things she knew he was self-conscious about, his size especially. They dated for three years, and for about half of that time, Will and Tommy didn't really talk, because Jessie thought Tommy didn't like her (he didn't) and that Will should take her side (he did). She left Will halfway through college. She'd been sleeping with someone else for a while. Will was prepared to forgive her (of course he was), but she told him that she wasn't attracted to him. That kind of set him on the path of negative self-talk we find him on in the story.

Tommy did go away for school, but he and Will were constantly in touch, with the exception of the Jessie period. However, Tommy moving to the city and starting his life reminds Will that he has no idea what he should do with his own. It's very scary for him, and that's why he's clinging to Tommy so hard at the beginning.

There are a lot of things Will doesn't realize about himself--that Tommy values him tremendously and actually would have felt completely lost at different points without Will; that his dad loves him more than he knows how to express; that he has a wonderful, giving heart that deserves to be rewarded. Both Annie and Tommy will try to help him with that, but once Will is eventually safe again, it's going to take him some time to work that out.

#the kennel #will cartwright oc #he's my special baby and i love him

[infipretty]

HEY KASSS OMGG SO HAPPY THAT YOU ARE HOSTING FOR ANOTHER GAME!! my day just got better! I kid you not you lighted up my mood <3 okay soo I choose the first future spouse (he/him) first impression of me. my nickname is eileen and my favourite placement of mine is the venus sign {okay is that right? I had to googled it up 😭 if that's wrong then, capricorn? I AM SO CLUELESS}. IF YOU DON'T MIND I WOULD LOVE TO GIVE YOU A LITTLE EXCHANGE FOR A BIT OF INTUITION PRACTICE FOR ME!

the exchange:

kas for your future partner I KID YOU NOT I JUST SAW THAT LITTLE MEET-CUTE SCENE IN ROM-COM. I don't know why but I can see the two of you dress really nicely? like your future partner took a second look and amazed by your presence (SO CUTEEE). I see them making the first move, they would make a fool out of them lmaoo BUT IN THE BEST POSSIBLE WAY. and you shaking your head like "this person is MAD". I see you both would talk endlessly and get to know each other better {can see them as someone who is a good listener btw 👀}. YEAH THEY ARE DEFINITELY GOING TO HEAD OVER HEELS FOR YOU LMAO. okay but I just saw another vision either that you two dress really nicely or you two dress in relax attire. yeah either those two. they would be so excited to actually get to know you better themselves other than hearing the stories from you!!!

sorry if my exchange is a short one or I didn't channel in their words BUT IT WAS FUN NONETHELESS. I HOPE SOMETHING RESONATE THOOO LET ME KNOW PLEASEEEE

once again thank you so much for hosting such an amazing game (FOR THE THOUSAND TIMES) and hoping I can join in and I would be very much delighted<3

[SEVEN]

HI BESTIE @eileenblog ! <3 So good to see youuu. That's was very very sweet of you, I'm happy your mood got better! Also, by 'favourite placement ' I meant the placement that you like the most in your chart, for eg - your venus sign or your sun sign or the house in which your mercury is etc. Anyways, Thankyou for joining my game and the exchange!

Feedback - I always get to hear this, tha dressed up, instant connection and endless conversation thing. This resonates completely tbh, that's all i have to say. 10/10. Loved this so much. Your intuition is growing so well, nurture it! Thankyouuuu.

「 𝟎𝟎𝟓 - Your Future spouse's first impression of you in their words 」

♡ Cards Pulled : The Chariot, 10 of cups, 8 of cups, page of swords and ten of wands.

I had heard about you beforehand, I had noticed your name coming up here and there and I more so than often found myself wondering who are these people even mentioning. I never seen you before with my own eyes, I didn't know how you looked or who exactly you were, all I had knew about you was that endearing name of yours that'd later become my favourite name. You see, your reputation preceded you and it still does. The first time I saw you I didn't think of you much, don't get me wrong, you had a sweet look but your energy was kind of too badass? At that time, I didn't think our paths would cross later and look, how wrong I was. Since I had heard your name so many times, I had an image of you in my mind - somebody sharp and intelligent and popular? I don't know what I was expecting when it came to your looks but you exceeded my expectations anyway. Even though we had never talked before, looking at you for the first time had me thinking that you must be ardent and diligent . You had a stern look on your face, confident some might say but your energy seemed so welcoming and sweet and also, competitive? The more I got to know you and saw you around, my first impression of started to build up. Where do I even begin, you came across like a driven force who's certain of her ambition and goal, your words could kill and that much I knew instantaneously and you had knowledge about most of the topics as if you were a walking encyclopaedia *sighs*. It seemed to me as if you were in your bubble, driving yourself away from grief and disappointments towards success and happiness, and your passion towards your success and life was remarkable (and even now it is). I fr thought that if I were in an argument, I should definitely have you on my side because your words?? Goddamn. You didn't smile a lot but gosh everytime you smiled and giggled, you looked so Beautiful. I somehow knew I wanted to know you more than just your name and I'm so glad that I did. You felt like a shot of expresso that can easily light somebody's day and like the first ray of sunshine after a thunderstorm. Always the focused and responsible, always the one who spread smiles, always on top of her game, sometimes bitchy but ever so adorable eileen, that was my first impression of you.

[belphegorbillickin]

So sorry for not responding earlier! I was on a trip lol. And don't worry about telling me anything related to your medical stuff and such, I'm always ready to listen :) The event wasn't THAT satisfying, although it was way better, and there was something that Levi said that caught my attention. I think he said, "yeah, demons succumbing to their inner demons isn't exactly a barrel of laughs." 👀👀 interesting ngl. At least we've been getting good fanart!! - 🍹

I hope you had fun, on Halloween too if you celebrate it! I've just been sleeping for pretty much all of my free time tbh, really living up to my username.

I actually have good news though! My echo/heart ultrasound came out fine, so I just have to get the heart monitor hooked up for a week and hopefully I'll be done with this and finally have more free time.

So far it looks like it's mostly related to other conditions that are causing my heart to work harder and most likely POTS as well which is relatively harmless compared to other heart conditions!

It's been happening for a long time tbh, but I couldn't justify all the expenses and additional doctor visits before it got worse. So I never really expected it to be something all that bad tbh.

Anyway yeah, I was a little disappointed ngl but I haven't enjoyed an event in a while so it was a hell of a lot better than getting another kid event imo. I did enjoy how it was mostly "canon" though unlike the vampire event and their reactions were all a bit unique instead of generically murderous.

I'm def not into vore at all, but Beel was hot af in that event tbh. It feels like it's been forever since we say that side of him. I love Beel because he's so sweet, but with an interesting contrast. I thought it was interesting how Belphie was the least obviously murderous too.

Between that, Levi's line, and everything else it made me feel like maybe this was vaguely similar to how they usually lure humans. Especially Mammon, since it's been hinted pretty often that he only stumbles with MC and is usually pretty confident. Although I can't imagine Beelzebub doing much luring, which again kinda fits with it since he did a horrible job.

The fact that MC could just casually run away took all the tension away though imo. You know MC can't get hurt, but the way they did it just made them seem like a joke even when I pretended they weren't able to leave a certain area. At least escape by using magic or something.

I hope the devs pays attention to how much fan art it got and put out more serious events like it. Even alternate reality events like the Spy one would be a huge step up imo.

#asks #personal