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[ohitsmsn]

FANFICTION

I sometimes wonder why I’m so unhinged, but then I remember that I started reading fanfiction when I was 12 years old.

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[dialovers-lover-xoxo]

Subaru Sakamaki x Female Reader Smut

NSFW WARNING: This post contains explicit sexual nsfw content. If you are a minor or that kind of content makes you uncomfortable, please don't read under the cut ❗️❗️❗️

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Mutual masturbation, vanilla penetrative sex, oral, fingering, profession of love, gentle, romantic

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You walked to Subaru's room, simply seeking his company. Despite his anger issues, he was probably the best Sakamaki brother to spend time with. At least in your opinion. You tried to tell yourself it wasn't also your physical and romantic attraction causing you to spend time with him.

You stopped outside his bedroom door and heard very quiet panting. Heat immediately blazed in your cheeks. This was an invasion or privacy, you should go, you turned to leave-

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Subaru growled after opening the door. Your eyes darted from his face down to the unmistakable bulge in his pants.

"Nothing! I mean, I was going to see if you wanted to hang out but I see you're busy so I'll leave!" You stammered out at the speed of light, your hands up like you were getting arrested. "Tch, get in here." Subaru muttered, grabbing your arm. He yanked you inside his room. "YAH!"

He released you and crossed his arms in front of his chest. His broad and muscular chest. "I wasn't...doing anything..." Subaru muttered, his pale cheeks turning pink with embarrassment. "O-okay..."

Subaru narrowed his eyes and the two of you stood in awkward silence, when normally you two could actually have an enjoyable conversation. You looked down at your clasped hands. When the silence got unbearable you looked back up at him. "How...would I pleasure you?"

Subaru's eyes widened. "What?" He growled, now bright red. You hesitantly stepped forward. You reached out of your hand near his chest, and when he didn't back away, you gently rested it on his chest. "I want to pleasure you."

Subaru's body became tense, but he was aroused as well, his breathing becoming heavy, his pupils dilating. "Alright, I'll show ya." His grin was dark and sexy. "First, we kiss." You gasped when he pressed his mouth to yours, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against him. You touched up his chest and tangled your fingers in his soft hair. It was a passionate kiss, with open mouths. He lifted you up and after a moment of shock you wound your legs around his waist and held onto him tightly. He carried you to his bed - casket - and laid you down. He settled in between your legs and on top of you. You moaned softly feeling his heavy weight on top of you, and your mouths met again. He rocked his hips against you and you moaned into his mouth, feeling his hardness against your softness.

The two of you pulled on each others' clothes and occasionally separated until you were both gasping for breath in your undergarments. Subaru was only in briefs, his erection creating a large bulge. You were only in your bra and underwear. With Subaru hovering on top of you, you stared into each others' eyes.

With hands less steady than before, Subaru reached behind you and in clipped your bra. You reached for his briefs, nervous and excited, and pulled them down. His erection rubbed against your womanhood, only covered by the thin fabric of your underwear.

You looked up at him. Subaru's red eyes were heavy with lust. He rubbed his hardness against you again and you moaned gripping him. After pressing a kiss to your breast that made you gasp, he gently took your hand in his and guided it to his member. "Hold me...like this." He murmured. Swallowing, you wrapped your hand around his length and started to move up and down. A small growl came from Subaru. He hooked his fingers under your underwear and pulled it down. He laid down next to you and started gently circling your womanhood with his finger as you continued pumping his member. You moaned at the pleasurable sensation and leaned your head against Subaru's chest, whimpering.

"Put your mouth on me." Subaru said quietly. You leaned up, wanting to do it, but nervous to these new experiences. Subaru took in your expression and pink blush appeared on his cheeks that you saw right before he turned away. "Ya don't have to, but it's a good way to pleasure a man." He paused. "I won't be rough with ya, alright?" His voice was quiet and soft.

You nodded and cupped his cheek, turning him to face you for another kiss, with you leaning over him. His hand went to your breast and massaged it as your kiss deepened.

Taking a deep breath you sat in between his legs, looking at his length. It was hard and already glistening with pre-cum. You pressed a kiss to the tip, which made Subaru shudder. Tentatively you licked up the sides of his shaft. Like any skin-covered body part it was mostly tasteless, if a little salty. You swirled your tongue around his tip and Subaru rewarded you with a moan, clenching his fist tightly. You smiled and slowly took him into your mouth, watching his expression. The way his eyebrows drew together and his mouth opened for a breathless moan...wetness pooled between your legs, accompanied by an aching asking for release. You bobbed your head up and down slowly and Subaru arched up slightly, gripping your hair as you pleasured him with your mouth.

Hollowing your cheeks, you tried sucking a little harder and Subaru let out an unrestrained moan of pleasure. You used your hands to stroke his thighs and balls and you felt his legs twitching. "F-Fuck!" Subaru growled. "I'm gonna-if ya gotta pull-you don't have to-" but you wanted to, so when Subaru moaned and cummed in your mouth, you swallowed. Satisfied with how good you made Subaru feel, you smiled proudly and climbed on top of him for another kiss. Subaru was breathing heavily, his chest heaving up and down from his orgasm, but he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you back.

"My turn." He growled and flipped you over, making you squeal. His hands roamed everywhere, touching and fondling in the most amazing way, he kissed down your neck to your breasts, lavishing them with hot wet kisses. You squirmed for more and whined. "Subaru...please..." Subaru sucked one nipple into his mouth and you thought you'd go crazy. You gripped his hair and moaned. His strong hand gently massaged the breast he wasn't attending to with his mouth and you panted and whimpered.

Kissing down your body, Subaru laid between your thighs. Without warning he lifted your legs and hooked them over his shoulders. You gasped and might've been embarrassed if he hadn't started to suckle on your flower gently, his tongue teasing your clit. "Oh fuck!" His tongue fluttered over an especially sensitive spot and all self-consciousness disappeared in favor of receiving more pleasure. "Yes, right there! Yes!" You let out another embarrassingly loud moan, but you were the past the point of caring. You felt a finger enter you and you bucked your hips up, loving the stretched sensation that came with Subaru fingering you. You felt yourself going higher and higher as Subaru used his tongue on your clit in the most mind-blowing way. You tensed, the pressure building and you began to twitch, the pleasure was completely overwhelming and it was more than you can handle until-

"Ahhhhh!" You shattered, your release sending waves of pure ecstasy in your body. You moaned and shook, panting until you were able to recover from your high.

Subaru said your name quietly and you raised your eyes to meet his. "Can we..." "Yes," you breathed out. He settled in between your legs and held you in his arms. You gripped his shoulders when you felt his length push against your opening. "Ready?" "Yes." You whispered.

Gritting his teeth, Subaru slowly pushed inside you. You moaned and held him tightly as he entered you, stretching you out in the most amazing way. When Subaru was buried to the hilt inside you he stilled and pressed a soft sweet brief kiss to your lips. "Everything okay?" You laughed, overwhelmed and in love. "Yes, keep going. Make love to me Subaru." Surprise flashed in Subaru's eyes at the idea of love, but then he nodded and his expression made it undoubtedly clear that he loved you too.

Subaru began smooth slow thrusts inside you and the two of you moaned as one. He kissed down your neck back up to your mouth and you touched his chiseled chest and strong arms, loving the feeling.

Subaru started to speed up, the coffin thumping with his thrusts, and his body tensed; he was close. Subaru held himself up with one arm and his free hand traveled down to flick your clit, so you'd be both tumble over the edge together.

"Subaru!" You bit into his shoulder to stop the loud moans that threatened to spill from your lips and Subaru groaned, his body tensing, then stilling as he spilled his cum into you. You fell over the edge, wrapping your arms around Subaru to pull him down for a kiss. He responded eagerly, running his hands over your body as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss.

You kissed and let your hands explore each other for a while before he rolled off you, then pulled you into his arms, holding you close. "We made love, Subaru. I love you." There wasn't a hint of hesitation or even blush on his cheeks when he said, "I've loved you for a long time."

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[coltermorning]

Something New (RDR2 Fanfic, Arthur Morgan x F!Reader, 18+)

Summary: Just a filthy little fic I wrote so you have something better to focus on when your family is annoying you at Thanksgiving :)

Author’s Notes: Five minute read time

Tags: Arthur Morgan x reader, smut, high honor Arthur Morgan, rough sex, orgasm delay, bondage, breeding

AO3 Link

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Something New

Word count: 1800

He pushed into you again and again, your body straining with taut, overused muscles.

“Arthur,” you pleaded.

His nonresponse was answer enough, as was the low laugh that followed.

He had your hands tied through the rungs of the headboard above you, your feet mirrored below as the rope cut in, painful due to how hard you were straining against them. Needing to touch him. You always had to be touching him, and he knew that, the stubborn bastard.

“Told you,” he said, rocking his hips into you so slow you could die. “I’m taking my time with you.”

“Please,” you breathed for what had to be the hundredth time. You knew it was no use, but you needed him fucking you harder than this. The build up was too much for your wearied, touch-starved body.

“Begging ain’t gonna get you nowhere.”

You’d figured as much. As it stood, this was probably his idea of punishment, given that you’d already made him come once. While it made satisfaction bloom within you at the time, now you realized it wasn’t a good thing. Because now he was fucking his spend back into you, making you strain with want so harsh you were willing to give him anything to find your pleasure. Anything.

“Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it,” you groaned, head lolling back when he drove a particularly slow, grating thrust into you.

He chuckled again, the sound taunting. “You won’t.”

“I will,” you assured him.

His hand shifted from your hip upward, his fingers skimming over your ribs. Without warning, his mouth landed on your hardened nipple, sucking against you while his finger circled the other.

“I can’t take this,” you breathed, all patience lost.

He released his mouth from you and met your eye. “This is what happens when you make me fill you before you’ve found your pleasure.” He continued his torturous pace.

“I need you.”

“You have me.” His amusement stretched into a grin. “Or is this not enough? You too greedy for this to satisfy you?”

Partially. You knew what he could do to your body. You knew how much he was holding back.

Your lack of an answer had his attention flicking back to your nipples. He brought his other hand up and started rubbing, circling, teasing. All while he pushed into you so lazy and sure. “Such a needy girl.”

“Please, Arthur. Anything.”

“Anything?” His gaze was playful when those blue eyes met yours.

“Name it,” you breathed. You couldn’t imagine what he could ask of you that the pair of you hadn’t already tried.

Instead of answering, he moved away, his cock sliding out of you entirely. You whined in protest until you felt his hands on your ankle, working against the rope tying you down. You dared a look down, watching as he unknotted the binding, his deft hands so distracting. Not as distracting as his bare body, his cock so hard against his belly and covered in his spend and your slick. You almost couldn’t believe he was untying you but were so curious as to why that you didn’t move an inch when the first ankle was freed and he moved on to the next.

Once he had them both undone, his eyes skimmed up your body as he grabbed your ankles and pushed them up, moving forward. His gaze landed hungrily on your soaked entrance, and he got back on the bed, pushing your legs toward you so that they fell over his shoulders when he boxed you in. You half expected him to duck down and fuck you with his tongue, but he didn’t. Instead he got close enough for his cock to rest against your swollen heat, lining himself against you as his gaze met with yours.

“I’m gonna fill that pretty little cunt again.”

The words had your walls fluttering around nothing. You needed him inside of you so bad it hurt. “Do it.”

He shook his head, his smirk returning. “You ain’t getting me.”

What wasn’t to understand about that? You wanted him to spend inside of you with every fiber of your being.

When you just stared at him in barely contained stillness, he went on. “I’m making sure it takes this time.”

Oh. Oh.

“You want that?” he teased, sliding his cock against you. He leaned over you, stretching your legs out where they still hooked over his shoulders. When he got so close he could likely feel your hammering heart, he looked you square in the eye. “Want me to breed you, girl?”

Consequences had been damned a long time ago, but knowing he wanted that…

He didn’t move a muscle, waiting for a response. And you couldn’t deny him a second longer. Your arousal at those words was a tidal wave.

“Yes,” you whispered.

His mouth turned upward at the edges.

“Good.” And he didn’t hesitate before pushing into you, driving so deep at this angle that you cried out. “That’s it,” he said low, his own pleasure taking hold.

Every moment he had dragged this out was worth it. He took you fast and without restraint, all his strength turned on you. It was ecstasy. His chest pushed against the backs of your thighs at every thrust until there was no separation, no part where he ended and you began. Just pure, unfiltered pleasure. He drove so deep you were moaning for him again and again, louder than you’d ever been. It was everything you’d been waiting for. Everything you wanted and then some. I’m making sure it takes this time. Those words kept flooding your brain, hitting you at every rock of his hips, every drive of his cock. You were so soaked that you could feel your wetness lining the inside of your thighs. It took your pleasure-logged brain a moment to remember that that was his spend too. He came mere moments ago, filling you once already.

“Arthur,” you moaned at the thought.

“I know,” he said. “Just last a bit longer for me.”

You didn’t know if that was possible. He was hitting a spot so deep inside of you that pleasure shot through you at every thrust. So much so that your hands were tugging painfully hard on your bounds, pulling the rope so taut it was a wonder it hadn’t snapped clean in half. You needed your hands.

“Arthur,” you said again, breathlessly. “My hands.”

“You learned your lesson?” he said without missing a beat, though his own voice was worn through with exertion. He met your eye, and you nearly came from their sharp blue, all that intensity trained on you. He was close.

“Yes,” you whined.

“Who finds their pleasure first?” he demanded.

“I do.”

“Good.” And, still fucking you deep, he reached up and tugged on the end of one knot, immediately releasing it through sheer strength alone.

Your newly freed hand found his face in less than a second, your back arching into all he was giving you. There was something about touching him, feeling all of him in every sense. You didn’t even care that one hand was still tied. You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging slightly when you reached the nape of his neck, just like he liked it.

He groaned, his pace growing faster still.

His hands moved from your thighs to your lower back, lifting you slightly. That was your undoing. He drove into you so hard you let out a needy cry. He did it again and again until you felt yourself unraveling.

“I’m gonna-”

“Not yet,” he said, quick and sharp.

You didn’t know what he was waiting on. By the state of him, any longer and he would come before you again. Maybe that was the goal. Maybe he wanted you to come around him while he let go, making you pull every possible ounce of pleasure from him. If that was what he wanted, you could deliver. Because much longer and you wouldn’t be able to hold back.

“Fill me, Arthur,” you breathed.

And he made a noise so torn between a groan and words that his rough voice broke over it. But you still recognized it—you first. A growl of a demand.

Gladly.

With the constant force of him rocking into you, the angle from which he stole your pleasure away, you let go of your restraint and soared.

Arthur groaned loud enough to muffle your outcry, nearly collapsing on top of you when your orgasm burned through you. He had stopped dead, spilling inside of you, and you took every bit of it with pride. Seconds passed, and your walls were still fluttering around him. You were nowhere near coming down. You whined his name, clutching his shoulder, trying to keep from falling apart completely. All that you were met with was the solid wall of muscle that was Arthur.

“That’s it, girl,” he said, his voice so goddamn attractive like it always was after he came. “Just take it and relax.”

Relax wasn’t in your current vocabulary. Certainly not in your capability. But you would gladly lay there pinned beneath him, filled with his spend twice over.

He gave the slightest bit of movement, and it had your core fluttering around him again, pleasure shooting through your body like it never left.

“Shit,” he cursed, his head falling forward. He usually never allowed for this—he got sensitive so easily. He was always pulling out by now, certainly not going for round two for another half hour at least. But this was different. This was…

“You making sure it takes?” you teased quietly, your eyes flicking from where your bodies met to his downturned face.

He met your eye, the pleasure and the satisfaction in his gaze enough to heat your skin. “Damn straight.”

“You want me to have your baby, Arthur? Want to see my belly all swollen from your spend?”

His eyes rolled back slightly before he closed them, letting out a low groan. “Don’t talk like that while I’m still inside you.”

“Or what?” you said, running your hand up his shoulder, up the back of his neck, pulling on his hair again. He let out a little satisfied noise you wanted to hear every day for the rest of your life.

“Or we’re going a third time. If it don’t kill me first.”

You laughed then, finally feeling all that pleasure give way to contentment. “That certainly raises our chances of this taking.”

When he met your eye again, that playfulness was back. Your Arthur.

“I love you,” you said on a smile, unable to resist.

You brought your free hand to his jaw. He smiled and leaned forward, only speaking when your lips met. “I love you more.”

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[wolfegoddess]

@hunnismokah has given me a Priest!Sanji Brainrot recently with their beautiful art and headcanons so with their permission I couldn't resist writing a fic about it. Tags will be in the fic so please read over them before continuing and please no minors interacting with my work! As always constructive criticism is appreciated and please go check out their amazing work. 😭

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[verai-marcel]

Rough and Tumble (BG3 Fanfic, Astarion x GN!Reader / Halsin x GN!Reader, 18+)

Of course. Of course it was bound to happen. Me? Write smut for a new fandom? You knew I couldn't stay away.

Summary: You thought Astarion had rejected you, so you went elsewhere for pleasure. Turns out, you just hadn’t piqued his interest yet.

Author’s Notes: Have I beaten the game? No, when I wrote this fic, I was barely in the middle of Act 2. Am I romancing either Astarion or Halsin in my save file? Nope, I went for Gale. Am I making shit up about these characters just because I want to get railed by both? Fuck yes, absolutely. Buckle in for some wild, made-up characterization, all because I want to write super horny fanfic. (And because certain people have bullied me into writing this…) For the timeline, this takes place during the tiefling party in Act I, but forget the real timeline of character romances and just play along. Also, if you’re not familiar with my writing, I try to be as vague as possible about reader description in my gender neutral fics so that anyone can enjoy them. However, I do have a size kink in this one, so imagine you’re a smaller hero this time around. 

Tags: gender neutral reader, halsin x reader, size kink, rough sex, doggy style, gentle dom, some after care, astarion x reader, humiliation, degradation, name calling, sloppy seconds, cock gagging

Word Count: 4,545

AO3 Link is here, sweetheart.

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“It’s not you, you understand, it’s me.” A pause. “I have standards.”

Having been shut down so brutally, you shrugged and walked away, unwilling to partake in any further conversation with the infuriatingly attractive vampire.

It’s not like you even said anything about sleeping with him. He just kept talking, like he does, as if he didn’t want to listen to you. You wondered why you had let him bite you the first time, and the second, and the third time. You cursed your weakness to his not-so-subtle glances. 

He’d look over at you, his lips twitching as if he was stopping himself from saying something. So you would ask if he was hungry. And he’d give you this look. ‘No no, I’m fine,’ he’d say, looking away and frowning, making it apparent that he was not fine. You, in your infinite dumbassery, would immediately cave in and offer up your neck. Was it your need to take care of anyone you took under your wing? Was it your stupid bleeding heart?

You knew your little motley crew only shared one thing in common: a need to get the tadpole out of your skulls. But if anything brought people together, it was facing a common obstacle.

Except that not everyone shared your need to do the greater good. You had been making a name for yourself as an honorable mercenary, taking only the jobs that aligned with your sense of morality. Not everyone liked that, especially with the number of assassins that had been sent after you. But that was before you were taken captive aboard the mind flayer ship. Wrong place, wrong time.

Nothing you could do about that now. Face forward and carry on, that has always been your way. There was no reason to change that.

You found yourself walking towards Halsin, standing tall on the outskirts of the camp. He was quietly enjoying himself, a mug in his large hand. He called out your name gently as you approached.

“You do not look as cheerful as I expected on a night like this,” he said, his eyes roving over your face. “What is the matter?”

You sighed. “It’s nothing.”

“It must be something if it is making you frown so.” He stepped closer and put a hand on your shoulder. “Come, let us walk for a bit. Nature will bring perspective.”

You followed him quietly away from camp, away from the crowd and into the forest. Soon, only the peaceful sound of the trees rustling in the wind and insects chirping into the night surrounded you, the party far away. Halsin’s hand wandered from your shoulder to your back, his thumb rubbing slow circles. It was a soothing feeling, and you leaned into him, grateful for his warmth, even if you didn’t need it on this balmy summer night.

“I don’t know what goes on in his head,” you blather suddenly. “I thought he was coming onto me, but then he wasn’t, and while I was trying to figure out what he wanted, he said I was below his standards…”

You hadn't realized that you had stopped walking until you felt Halsin’s touch on your temples, gently massaging your headache away.

“Sounds like he didn’t know what to do with a gift like you,” he said casually.

Your eyes darted up to meet his. You were surprised, but pleasantly so, by the veneration in his gaze. A slight shift, and he was closer to you than he had ever come, the heat from his body radiating like a warm campfire. Cozy and safe, you had a sudden urge to lay your head on his chest and cuddle up to the big druid.

His fingers slowly traced the curve of your ears. “If there is anything, anything at all, that I can do for you, I will gladly do so.”

I want you to crush me—

You shook your head. “I’m alright. I just needed… this.” Leaning your head against his chest, you took a deep breath. He smelled of the forest, of the earth, of nature itself. Your nose twitched. There was a hint of something more, something primal in his scent that stirred you.

Halsin called out your name again. You looked up, and he looked at you with concern this time.

“I’m alright,” you repeated. You thought back to what he said. “What do you mean, didn’t know what to do with me?”

He smiled. “Perhaps he is flustered. Internally, of course. Gods forbid he show it. So he pushed you away once he felt conflicted.”

“Conflicted about what?”

“About manipulating you, of course.”

You frowned.

Halsin touched the two most recent little scars on your neck. Astarion had a tendency to bite a different spot every time, to prevent permanent scarring, he had said.

“I’m not…” you trailed off. Yes, you knew he had manipulated you into letting him bite you the first and second time. The third time… part of you had wanted it too. That time, he had snuck into your bedroll, holding you from behind. You could feel his fangs skim across the skin of your shoulder before he bit into the soft flesh behind your clavicle. His hand was wrapped around your mouth, stifling your groan as he fed, and much to your shame, you had felt the beginning of pleasure warming your lower body. You broke away from him before he could finish, turning back to him to apologize. But he was already getting up, walking away without a single word. You had caught him giving you one last look, a regretful frown, and you had assumed that he lamented having his meal cut short.

“Alright, maybe he is a little manipulative," you conceded. "But I know that."

"And yet you keep giving into him," Halsin said, without any judgment. 

You hung your head. "Yes."

Halsin tipped your chin with two fingers until you were looking up at him. His smile was understanding and tender. "It's alright to care for someone and give into their needs, as long as you take care of your own as well."

You blinked. "But I want…" Trailing off, your cheeks warmed with embarrassment. Like it or not, you had been thrust into the role of the unwilling leader of this ragtag band. What you needed didn’t exactly align with what the team needed from you. What the others needed you to be was a commander, controlling the situation ahead of you.

But what you wanted, needed, was someone to command you, just for a little while, so you didn’t have to constantly think three steps ahead. You looked up at Halsin and felt a sense of trust. He was older, wiser, and most importantly, willing.

"Go on," he coaxed. 

Swallowing, you pushed down your fear and spoke your true desires. "I want to let someone else be in control, just for a little while. I want…" You paused, taking a deep breath, drawing in the courage to continue. "I need to be fucked. Not made love to, not a gentle roll in the sack. I need something… more."

Looking up, you saw a desirous glow in Halsin's gaze. He considered your vague request for a moment before giving you a soft smile. "Is this something you'd like me to do for you?" 

You thought of the large druid holding you down, his hands around your wrists beside your head as he fucked you from behind like a wild animal, growling into your ear. His voice rumbled through your body. Take all of me, little one. Give me your pleasure until it overwhelms your luscious body. 

You blinked and the mental image vanished, but not the desire. "Yes," you answered breathlessly. "Please."

Halsin gently stroked your cheek. “Of course.” He leaned in, nuzzling your temple with his nose. He softly whispered, “if I get too rough, say ‘honey wine’, and I’ll stop.” He pulled away to look you in the eyes. “Understand?”

“Yes sir,” you said.

He gave you one last tender smile before he straightened his stance and took a step back. “Good,” he said in his arch druid voice, powerful, commanding. “Now, strip for me.”

You swallowed and began to take off all of your clothes at a languid pace, letting him enjoy the moment as each article of clothing came off your body. He circled around you, a small smile on his lips as his eyes roved up and down your body.

As you finally stepped out of your underwear and kicked it aside, you felt strangely free. Anyone could walk up and find you two. Yet he was fully clothed, while you were naked to the elements.

And it felt good.

Halsin placed his fingers on your belly and walked around you, his touch leaving a warm trail along your skin. When he was behind you, he stopped. His hand splayed across your lower abdomen and pulled you close.

You gasped at the feeling of his bulge against your bare ass. His leather breeches rubbed against your skin. His chest, though covered in his druid clothes, was warm and comforting. And because he towered over you, he could easily kiss the top of your head.

Taking one of your hands with his free one, he brought your fingers to his lips and kissed them. 

“Show me how you pleasure yourself,” he said, letting go of your hand. He kept you tight against his chest.

With your hands, you began to touch yourself how you liked, teasing yourself at first before pleasuring yourself, harder and faster, until you were panting, your head lolling back against his shoulder. Your knees were beginning to wobble, and you grabbed his thigh for support. Gods, he was like a tree trunk, thick and solid. Your moans were growing louder, and you covered your own mouth in shame as you continued to touch yourself. Your hand was slick from your arousal, the wet sounds echoing around you. Just a little more…

“Stop.”

You whined, but did as he bade.

He suddenly let you go, and you nearly fell to your knees if not for him grabbing your arm and keeping you upright. You could hear him undoing the laces of his breeches.

Then you felt him rest his shaft against the curve of your ass. He pulled on your hand and wrapped it around him, smearing the slick from your palm.

“That’s it. Stroke me.” His voice had taken on a deeper timbre. The voice of command.

You did as he said, running your hand up and down his cock. It was hot, hard as iron, yet felt like velvet to the touch. And so girthy as well. You could not wait to take him inside of you.

So focused on pleasuring him, you barely noticed when he began to prepare you, one finger slicked up and sliding in and out of you. He added a second, and a third, all the while caressing your body with his other hand, his lips never far from your skin. You stroked him faster, gripped him harder, but he touched your wrist and slowed you down. 

“Patience, little one,” he murmured. “Don’t end this before we begin.”

You nodded. 

“Good.” He placed a hand on your back and gently bent you over. “Hands behind your back. Grip your forearms.”

You did so, and he grabbed your arms like the reins of a horse. He pulled his fingers from you, and you whimpered, but soon they were replaced by the tip of his cock.

Halsin grunted, and his hips shot forward, filling you full of him in one hard stroke.

Before you could scream, his hand was over your mouth. 

“You don’t want everyone knowing how well you submit, do you?” he asked.

You shook your head.

“Good. I’m going to let go of your mouth now. But stay quiet.” He gripped your arms with both hands now and began to move his hips. The first few strokes were slow and steady as he gauged how well you were opening up to his invasion. Then he sped up, dominating you with his strength, his hips slapping against your ass.

You couldn’t help yourself, you moaned and whimpered with each thrust.

“Can’t stay quiet, can you?” he gritted out, slowing his pistoning. Pulling out of you, he waved his hand and a soft bed of moss appeared on the ground. “On your hands and knees.”

As soon as you fell into position, he climbed over you, his chest against your back, one arm wrapped around your shoulder. He stuffed his cock inside of you once more with a deep growl, almost… bear-like?

You turned your head to look back at him.

His eyes were glowing a fiery yellow, a feral snarl on his face. 

“Halsin,” you whispered in awe, lust, tinged with a bit of fear.

He picked up on it immediately, the caring elf that he was. He took a breath, and the glow in his eyes began to fade.

“No, no!” you panicked, grabbing onto him and clutching at him like he was a life preserver in an icy cold ocean. You didn’t want him to go easy on you, didn’t want him to simmer down just because you were a little bit shocked. You wanted all of him, all that he could give. “Take me, please!”

The glow stopped fading. “Take you, little one?”

“Yes, please,” you begged. “Please.”

His only response was a low growl as his eyes glowed once more and his hips moved in a measured rhythm, his pace steadily increasing until you could barely draw a breath between each stroke.

“Such a good little lover,” he murmured. His lips caressed the shell of your ear as he rutted into you, the dichotomy of his soft moans to his hard thrusts making you lose yourself to this heavenly euphoria. The fevered trance of being fucked without having to think about anything at all was so freeing. You devolved into a mass of writhing and moaning, unable to control your volume any longer. The coil of desire within you was growing tighter, wound up with every thrust, every low, beastly grunt that Halsin gave.

You felt your hands and arms buckle, and you sank your chest into the soft moss beneath you, your ass still up in the air. The cool vegetation against your skin contrasted with the heat from the druid pounding into you from behind.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded. “Finish what you started before.”

Gleefully you reached down and stroked yourself eagerly, your body tensing as the ecstasy built higher and higher. You clenched around Halsin’s thick cock, and he rumbled with satisfaction. He sped up, driving himself into your body with wild abandon.

Your climax ran through you like lightning. One moment, you were at the top of the mountain. The next, you were free falling, pleasure guiding your wings as you soared with rapture. You spasmed below the large man, crying out into his arm. He held you tighter as he fucked you through your orgasm until your knees gave way and you collapsed onto the ground.

You felt like a blissful ooze, boneless and relaxed, but Halsin was speeding up, his breath hitching, his moans becoming deeper, more… animalistic.

“Do you want my seed within you?” he asked in nearly a growl.

“Fuck yes,” you breathed, excited by the prospect. “Give me every last drop.”

He roared and pinned you to the ground, his hips jerking against your backside as he poured his essence into you. With one last push, he stayed inside of you for as long as he could, keeping part of his weight off you with one arm so he didn’t crush you. But the warmth, the comfort of his body felt so very nice. Like he was shielding you from the rest of the world for just this one moment, and you desperately needed it.

Halsin groaned, and he pulled away from you. Turning over, you looked to see him holding his arms, taking a deep breath.

“Halsin?”

“It’s alright. When my blood runs hot, my wildform… is harder to control.” He backed away. “I need to run around for a bit, until I’ve calmed down.” He looked up at you. “But I will wait until you are ready to return.”

You smiled. He was kind, thinking that you, an adventurer in your own right, savior of the grove, needed a guard. But it was sweet of him to be so considerate. “I’ll be alright.” You reached up and touched his arm. “Go, run wild. I’ll see you back in camp.”

You watched as Halsin transformed. No matter how many times you saw his bear form, it always took your breath away. The power, the pure might behind that fur. You had seen him tear goblins limb from limb with that power. But right now, he gently nuzzled your face before bounding away, his mighty roar echoing in the night. He exuded elation as he loped into the forest, and you couldn’t help but chuckle. It was cute.

Walking back to your pile of clothes, you leaned over to pick them up. Just as your hand gripped the fabric, you sensed something, or someone, in the trees. You let go of your clothes and grabbed a pebble nearby. With effortless speed, you flung the pebble into a nearby tree.

“Ouch. What was that for?”

“Get down here, Astarion.”

The pale elf gracefully leapt down from the tree and casually sauntered towards you. The only thing giving away his nonchalant look was the fact that the front of his pants looked a bit stretched.

He gave you a withering look as his gaze wandered up and down your naked body. He paid particular attention to the trail of Halsin’s seed dripping down your thighs.

“I never took you to be so… docile,” he said, a sly smirk on his lips. “Who knew you had it in you.”

You crossed your arms. “Had what in me?”

“Well, another man’s seed, for one.” He chuckled at his own comment. “But I was more impressed by your… willingness… to submit.”

His eyes flashed with a beguiling look and he stepped closer. Standing your ground, you ignored the flush of heat in your nether region as you stared back at him defiantly, until he was face to face with you. Damn his height, forcing you to tilt your head up.

“You should have told me what you needed, darling,” he purred. “I would have indulged you… for a price.”

You glared at him.

“Come now, don’t be offended. You’ve already given yourself to me for free. It would be gauche of me not to return the favor.”

Blood. He wanted to feed. The small puncture marks on your neck pulsed. And so did lower parts of you. But your annoyance with him made its way to your mouth first.

“I thought you had standards, Astarion.”

“Oh, but I do. However, I don’t mind lowering them for a little fun.”

You seethed for a moment. “Did it occur to you that maybe you’re below my standards?”

His eyes widened a bit at your vicious banter. Then he smiled knowingly and your stomach dropped. You knew from his look that he had something on you. He leaned in until his lips were a mere breath away from yours. “You think I didn’t notice the scent of your arousal the last time I bit you?”

You swallowed. Shit, he knew.

His eyes glanced down at his last bite mark. “You’ve already proven yourself to be my little fang slut. Why don’t you become my whore as well? I’ll pay for my meal with your pleasure.”

You should have been offended. Insulted. Outraged.

However, your body, relaxed after having been thoroughly fucked, betrayed you in the worst way. You flushed with carnal heat, your eyes dilated, and your breath hitched. And Astarion picked up on every last iota of your reaction.

“Well, looks like your body is much more honest,” he said in a low voice. His eyes glanced down at your lips for a moment before meeting your gaze. His lips grazed yours, so light that you barely felt it.

“Kneel.” His command, in a voice so low that you felt it as a rumble from his lips to yours.

You obeyed immediately, your eyes remaining locked with his.

He patted your head condescendingly. “Good little pet,” he purred. With one hand, he deftly freed himself from his pants.

As you began to lean forward, he tutted at you. “Stay still.”

You froze.

He smirked, a little bit of fang showing as he placed his hand on your head and tilted it up slightly. “Give me your hand,” he commanded, holding out his.

You put your smaller hand in his, and he placed it at the base of his cock. It grew slightly from your touch.

“Open your mouth,” he said softly. When you did so, he guided your head to him until you had engulfed him.

“Now you may move,” he said magnanimously, and you began to pleasure him as best as you could with your limited knowledge. Your eyes went up to his for a moment before you closed them, savoring the feeling of him growing larger and harder in your mouth.

“Look at me.”

Your eyes shot open again and you looked up at him. He gazed at you fondly, similar to how one would look at a beloved pet.

Then he shoved his cock down your throat.

You gagged and tried to push away, but the hand holding your head in place would not budge. Your eyes watered and you began to choke a bit.

“Relax your throat, darling. Breathe through your nose.”

You did as he said, and began to feel a bit better, but it was still difficult, controlling your gag reflex. Soon he released you, and you coughed, bringing your hand to your throat.

“Not ready for that, I suppose,” he said as he caressed your head and looked down at you, appraising you with one long look. His eyes lingered between your legs and his nostrils flared. You turned your head away, knowing that he could smell how aroused you were, and felt a bit of shame well up in your chest.

He held his hand out to you, as if to help you stand. You didn’t question why he wanted you to do so, you just took his hand and stood, somewhat shakily.

Leisurely, he circled around you until he was behind you. His hand went up to your throat, gently stroking it up and down, slowly, a whisper of a caress punctuated by moments of pressure in your most vulnerable points. He stepped forward, his chest to your back, and took a deep breath at your neck. He let his lips linger on your skin where your blood, sped up by his touch, lay closest to the skin.

“I can feel your pulse against my lips,” he murmured against your neck. “For some reason, I keep coming back to you.” His other hand caressed your bare backside for a moment before you felt him nudging himself between your legs. He pushed slightly, spreading you open. Your body accepted him easily, as if it was waiting for him.

“My filthy little pet,” he teased. “Any normal being would be resting by now.” He slid further inside of you, making you gasp. “But you’re anything but normal, are you?”

You wanted to snap back at him, but then he gripped your hip, anchoring you in place as he pushed himself into you, all the way to the hilt. Your voice cracked, your comeback dying on your lips. You could only let out a wordless cry of surrender.

Astarion’s dark chuckle filled your ears. “Who would have guessed?” He pulled his hips back, leaving only the head inside, just to tease you. “The hero of the grove.”

He slammed back into you, chasing away your breath once more. “You’re just a deviant, aren’t you?” His words were punctuated by his thrusts, reducing you to nothing more than a quivering mess, slave to his touch. 

Your mind began to blank, and though the logical part of you screamed to keep your wits about you, another part of you screamed back: you were tired. You just wanted to be. And the pleasure he was giving you, despite his cruel words, or perhaps, because of them, was overwhelmingly good.

The grip on your throat tightened just a bit. Not enough to hurt, but enough to let you know that he was in command. He could end you with one snap. You were foolish to let him have you in such a compromising position.

The light scrap of his fangs on your skin made you gasp, your heart rate skyrocketing. Instinctively, your body knew he was a predator, and you were his prey. His tongue flicked out to lick your pulse. He trapped your arms behind your back, his arm looped at your elbows, forcing you to arch your back.

“How will your blood taste, tinged with ecstasy, I wonder,” he mused, his voice deeper than you’d ever heard him. He gripped your jaw and forced you to look up at him, His eyes, scarlet like the blood moon and twice as hypnotizing, were dilated with need. 

“Come for me, pet.”

You had no choice. You simply did as he wanted, moving your hips shamelessly, sinking down on his cock over and over until you began to feel your climax spinning towards you.

Just as that blissful tide came rising up within you, a sharp pain came down on your neck. Your brain, addled with so many things, couldn’t handle it. The sting melted into the euphoria until you couldn’t tell one from the other. 

“Astarion!” you cried, whether to beg for mercy or to beg for more, you weren’t sure.

His hips slammed into you harder and you felt him empty himself inside of you, just as he moaned against your neck.

You felt yourself falling, and wondered if it was you, or the afterglow.

Slowly, too slowly, you realized it was your body, and you braced for impact.

But it never came.

With a surprising amount of strength, Astarion held you, carefully letting you sit down on the ground. He knelt down with you, and without thinking, you leaned your head against his shoulder.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

He froze for a moment before awkwardly patting your back.

That was… strangely not like him, you thought. Looking up at him, you were met with a curious expression on his face. 

“Astarion?”

He blinked, and the expression was gone, replaced by his usual rakish smirk. You felt a little sad that he had put his mask back on.

“Darling. We’ll have to try that again sometime,” he said, licking the corner of his lips to catch the last drop of your blood.

You cocked your head. “Was… was it that good?”

“I’m not sure,” he said mischievously. “I’ll need another…taste… to find out.”

You closed your eyes and smiled. You knew what he meant.

I’d like to do this again.

“Any time,” you replied.

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End Notes: Throughout my writing this, I ended up doing a tiny bit of research (and by research, I mean I looked up the sex scenes on pornhub), so I hope this was at least somewhat hot for some of you. Thanks for reading!

#bg3 #bg3 fanfic #nsft #astarion x GN!Reader #Halsin x GN!Reader #astarion #halsin #lemon fanfic #writing #astarion x tav #halsin x tav

[renlyslittlerose]

Wrote a smutty oneshot today that was incredibly self-indulgent and a lot of fun. Here is a little sneak peek. Thank you to @kyberkenobi for supporting me in my depraved endeavors.

NSFW under the cut:

Anakin’s cock was as beautiful as Obi-Wan expected it would be; long and elegant, it fit in Anakin’s flesh hand like the hilt of a lightsaber, foreskin smooth as it slipped up and over the ruddy coloured head of his cock. His cock curved slightly inward, and Obi-Wan bit his lip when he thought about how perfect it was for striking a prostate - angled just so to rub over the bundle of nerves with each powerful thrust.

And he was wet.

Anakin’s cock leaked precome in thick rivulets, coating his hand and length, sticky and no doubt sweet tasting. The sound of it was lewd as he dragged his foreskin up and down, coating himself in his pre-release, a gentle slapping sound resounding about the space, mixing with their heavy breathing.

“Gods, Anakin. You’re so wet,” Obi-Wan whispered.

“S-sorry, Master.”

“N-no, don’t apologize.” Obi-Wan licked his bottom lip. “It’s a good thing.”

#lemon fanfic #obikin

[makriiii]

Caught XIII (Arthur Morgan × f!reader)

Word count: 3.7k

Authors note: My car broke down today so I wrote this while I waited for my friend to save me 💪

Warnings: 18+, angst, cursing.

♡

Caught XIII

The thin layer of cloth from your shirt created a small barrier between you and the rough bark of the tree you sat up against.

You weren't sure what time of the morning it was, though it seemed certainly not too late yet.

The light morning fog reflected like specs of luster in the rays of early sun that cast down through the leaves and branches hanging above you. It caught you in a trance as you stared at its transformation from fog to a dewy blanket over the mostly packed up camp.

No one else was awake yet, not even Hosea. The silence being broken by the conversations of birds and distant snores from around camp.

The distractions slowly waned as your mind fully adjusted, the events of the past few days surfacing.

It'd been a week or so since you'd gone fishing - a day of two catches and two new opportunities for Arthur to give you a hard time for. Said Arthur suddenly making himself known from your left side as he slid over, his head slumping onto your shoulder and startling you with a light gasp.

With his sudden contact to your side, and your jerking under him apon shock, his eyes flew open as he pulled upright suddenly.

You were taken aback while giving him a startled and confused look, his eyes in the sun the same like that of the sky as they stared into you with a mix of drowsiness and annoyance. A result of the realization that it was you infront of him.

The silence between you two stayed as such, but your facial expressions and eyes spoke lengths.

His face was clear with the means of irritation that you woke him. As for you, a look of 'what did I do?'.

It wasn't your fault he scared you after all.

He continued to stare at you. You continued to stare back while being utterly impressed he could hold such a stare, not having even woken a minute ago.

"What?" You finally blurted the question.

"Why'd you do that?" Arthurs tone was heavy and slow, his morning voice very clear.

You were too tired to contort your face into anything that'd give him a strong reaction, but even then, you still didn't understand what he was thinking.

"Do what?"

He grumbles something under his breath, his one hand reaching up to his eyes, rubbing away the sleepiness. "Move like that."

"Oh, I'm sorry -" You started, but he already detected the sarcasm in your voice, waving his hand to try to get you to stop. It made you crack a smile at how fast he was already trying to shut you down.

"Too early." He mumbled angrily, stretching his arms while giving you a deep sigh.

"Oh no, please princess, rest your head on my shoulder so you can sleep alright." You feigned a pitied voice while using his typical insult intended for you, patting your shoulder for him.

He didn't even hesitate. His head landed softly on your shoulder, his eyes already shut.

You watched him from where he was on your shoulder, shocked that he actually accepted your not so genuine offer.

"I wasn't being serious." You groan, giving him a pat on the head. One that maybe wasn't so gentle, but one that wasn't too mean, at least.

He takes a deep breath, getting ready for a full day of you as he removes himself from your shoulder. "Cant you let me sleep?"

"When it's not on me." With that, you gave him a shrug and a shake of your head. You put your entire hand over his face and pushed him away so you had space to depart.

In your upright position came the slight headache you got from last night's drinks that Arthur finally obliged to. You remembered most everything, so clearly you didn't get your money's worth, but at least it saved you the hangover.

Due to your bounties, you had just never gotten around to it till much later, spending your time helping around camp and committing various acts that don't align with that of the law.

It wasn't a step away you got with your thoughts before Arthur's hand grabbed yours, stopping you from starting your day with the rest of the now arising camp.

Looking down at him, he finally started to get on your nerves. It was already too early for this - just like he already mentioned - for whatever he was going to pull now.

Standing there with tired eyes, you looked him over with your hand in his grasp, questioning him with a held brow.

He ushered you with a motion to help him up, groaning with the exertion he was putting into holding onto you.

Grasping his wrist with your other hand, you leaned back with a lazy pull, barely lifting him off the ground.

"Put your back into it." Arthur quipped from below you.

Immediately, you stopped, landing him harsh into a sit again and, in turn, thankfully, making him let go of your wrist.

He chuckled with a twinge of pain, his free hand reaching for that dark and worn hat of his on the ground an arms length away.

"Hope you enjoyed those drinks last night, Morgan." You teased, knowing full well he drank more than you had only to make your wallet hurt.

"Yeah. Last night." He returned, emphasizing the past tense, which made you snicker at him.

With the near passing of a full two months together with Arthur and his pack of outlaws, and despite your hate for another, you both weren't afraid to express how comfortable you had gotten with each other. Even though, only in a way that was with the pure intention of making life more difficult for each other.

It was easy to let your mouth slip with any insult around him. He wouldn't do anything to you. He knew this too. Unfortunate for him, but you weren't free of him curtailing it by doing the same back.

As the day started and the rest of camp got ready for the day of traveling, Arthur ushered you along so that, for some reason, you two would leave first on your horses.

He was leading the way, as he and Charles were the ones who had found this place after all.

You kept giving him looks. Confused looks. You didn't know why he decided to make you ride with him up front and then remain entirely silent.

He caught your eye after checking the distance between you both and the rest of the caravan behind you.

"Y/n?" He makes sure your attention was on him, though still keeping his voice low. It was with the usual gruff and commanding tone he used with you.

"What is it?" You respond, clicking your horse on as to keep pace with Arthurs.

"I'm glad you tagged along with us on the fishing trip with Jack." Arthur commented with an unusual sincerity that was infected with a slight inability to admit such a thing.

"Is that so?" You reply with a shocked and sarcastic look. "Whatever would make you say that?"

"Well, I now know what a terrible fisher lady you are."

"'Fisher lady.'" You repeat with a roll of your eyes and a scoff. Again; there was no way you had been that terrible at it. After all, you had caught two fish. "I cant believe youre still on about that."

"Don't worry," he snickers lowly from beside you, glancing up ahead. "I just didn't want Jack to hear what they had to say. No business of his."

You nodded slowly in agreement. You didn't really know how to take this, as you and Arthur's conversations only consisted of bickering or silly conversations. "Are you trying to say thank you?"

He turned to observe you for a second before he gave himself away with a slight blush. "Yeah. I suppose so."

"That's why you got me to come all the way up here with you? So others wouldn't hear?" You start laughing at him with the disbelief that he was that shy.

He ignored you, not allowing you another look at his face from underneath his hat. "Don't make me regret this."

"You're welcome, Arthur. Jack didn't need to hear it, I agree." You finally granted so he didn't feel too regretful over it. But you still had questions. "So, what did they say? I assume they're why we're leaving."

He stayed silent for a few moments, thinking about it before he started telling you about it.

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The area got warmer and more humid the further down south your little caravan got.

New Hanover was inundate with your former gang members, ones who took kind with a reunion, though not one that left you alive.

It was a relief to stray further away from such circumstances, watching the land you got so familiar with, become less familiar. Yet, with the removal of one threat came another. One you've heard of before.

The Leymone raiders.

They won't enjoy another gang on their turf, but hopefully, you wouldn't be meeting with them anytime soon.

Arthur and Charles had gone through to Dewberry Creek, the spot Micah had recommended. And in a crazy chain of events, found German immigrants - one of which was a hostage, that then led to the point you lot were to be camping in.

It confused you, not helped by the fact Arthur wasn't all that clear with the rundown.

The land around you was a mix of low hills and open grassy areas, old stone fences reclaimed by the Earth and sparse trees. It was only up ahead that you saw a bushy area well with forest, which was where the head of the caravan turned into.

There was a dingy pathway just large enough for a carriage to fit, leading to a meadow-like spot.

Once you caught up to the front, you resisted eye contact with Arthur, who you could feel staring at you. You weren't excited, by ANY means to help set up camp. It hadn't been too terribly long since you got shot. Still hurt like hell.

For once, you minded your own business, hopping off your horse and checking the place out.

It was right by the water, which was perfect. Plus the forest around gave a decent cover, much like the one at Horseshoe Overlook.

You couldn't keep yourself busy with these thoughts. Arthur was shooting you a stare about as strong as what he shot you with upon your first meeting. It was difficult avoiding a returned glare.

Finally, you accidentally slipped up. So slight was your movement before he hooked your eye contact.

He caught your discreet glance and, with near perfect mimicry, put a hand on his hip and posed like he'd taken a lesson on it by Ms. Grimshaw.

Arthur waved his stinky little finger at you, causing a grimace to form on your face with defiance.

He wasted no moments to nod his head slowly with confirmation that he was going to get you over here. He knew you were trying to slip out of it.

You pointed to your arm as a silent retort and to no surprise of your own, he met with a shrug and pointed to his shoulder in comparison.

A conceded sigh blew out of your lips. You dragged your feet over to him, his eyes never leaving you the entire time.

"Don't think I don't see you, Y/n." He sneers while handing you a box, and not until it reached your hands did you realize how heavy it was.

Arthur snickers at you as you correct your posture to hold it. "Well?" You question impatiently, your fingers already aching under the weight.

"What?" He replies just as impatient.

"You want me to just stand here and look at you? Where do I put this?"

He met your eye, studying you when you said that. His brow slowly rose like an on switch for the cogs in his head to turn.

You set the box down, what else was he doing this for than to annoy you?

"I mean, you can look at me, you just have to work for it." Your eyes squinted together at his words, giving him a look so unimpressed he started to chuckle, waving you off and pointing you in a direction. "Over there, Y/n."

Every Time you went to get another various item, Arthur was walking the opposite direction, making sure no doubt that you were staying in line.

Everyone did that. Shooting you stares on occasion to make sure the O'Driscoll was behaving. It comforted you knowing Keiran was in the same boat as you, but he didn't talk too much. Arthur, of course, is the main perpetrator.

You had no idea why he had kept on your ass so hard, he was nowhere near as stuck up with Keiran.

It felt like hours passed when you finally finished helping everyone else, now it was just this last one that Arthur was at.

He wanted you to help him, so you did. Though with much reluctance and not much choice.

As you bent over, fiddling with some boxes, Arthurs hip bumped against yours. It shook you pretty good and almost made you fall over.

"Watch yourself." Came the words from Arthurs mouth. Arthurs mouth?

"What on earth do you mean?" You stood up swiftly and hissed at him in a retort.

There was a slight smirk on his face when his eyes looked down at you with your reaction.

You quickly caught onto his antics. You'd dealt with them too often by now.

"Why out of the two O'Driscolls, do you harass me the most?"

He chuckled something sinister as he shoved a few random things in your hands. "Because I enjoy harassing you the most."

Aside this little caravan no longer complete with horses, he set up random things to make it more comfy, having given you a few items to put around the slowly coming along area.

It was two picture frames along with a few loose pictures. You took it upon yourself to look at them. Who else would?

"Next time you need me to come save you, don't count on it..." you trail off distracted by the prints in front of you.

The first one was a lady in an oval frame that accentuated her soft features. You weren't sure who she was, though she looked not dissimilar to Arthur.

"As long as I avoid riding with you in the first place, I'll be fine."

You ignored the jab at you, mostly because you were distracted by the photos.

He was now turned away from you fiddling with something, so you couldn't compare his face to hers or he'd see you and most likely decide to retrieve these pictures.

The next frame was square and held and an equally beautiful woman. One who didn't share Arthurs features at all. A lady properly acclimated to society by the looks of it.

A pit formed in your stomach at the notion that she wasn't a possible relative to him, but you didn't allow it residency for long. You ignored it instead, quickly moving onto the other ones.

The mugshot of a skinny man with a massive handlebar mustache met your eyes, who also seemingly shared some qualities with Arthur. Who was to say they weren't his parents? You wanted to know.

The second to last one showed Dutch, Hosea and Arthur and the final with Arthur and that lady again. Though he looked a lot younger in both of these, as well as Dutch and Hosea.

You ignored it and immediately went to thinking up ways to tease him about some of the pictures instead.

As you set them down, it finally dawned on you that you had been helping him to set up his area unknowingly all along and that only fuelled your desire to give him a hard time - again.

"Let me see your face." You request in more of a demanding tone than you had intended.

His brows squeeze together while giving you a momentary glance of puzzlement. Ultimately denying your request by turning his face away and keeping it hidden under his hat. "What kind of random question is that?"

"You shy?" You question with a snark. Motioning your hand for him to look up.

He slowly turned his head to you with hesitation, straightening his back out from his bent over position.

Comparing the picture of him and his mom with an obvious back and forth of your eyes, came Arthurs grumpy face forming.

"You weren't supposed to look at them. Just set them down." He was sure to mention as he stood there awkwardly.

You nod slowly with a mischievous grin growing on your face. He noticed it almost immediately, of course. He had gotten way used to your gestures.

Picking up the one where he was younger, his face dimmed when he saw you coming up with words. Words he wouldn't like

He lunged forward trying to grasp it out of your hands but you kept it just out of his reach.

"Give me that." He rasps, his hand flying around trying to grab yours. His other grasping your forearm, pulling it closer to him. Both of you stumbled around until you bumped into the back of his open carriage.

"I don't want to rip it." You declare with a breath. "Plus you gave it to me in the first place.

"And now I want it back." His body was close to yours. His arm still held yours near with a firm grip.

He stared down at you, which gave you a decent look of his face under his hat.

"If I had met you when you were younger, I reckon I wouldn't have taken you serious at all." You giggle, slightly out of breath with the small scuffle that just transpired.

"You've taken me seriously before?" He questions with a raised brow, still grumpy.

You made a face, full of fake contemplation and while you did, you got your forearm free from Arthur's hand with a quick pull.

"Not really, I suppose. You won't do anything to me." You admit, pulling out the card to get a closer look in front of him. "See? You look fresh from the womb here." Pointing down at his face. Young and free of the blemishes, marks, scars and light wrinkles that now painted his face.

He stood over you. Exceptionally close still, looming over you. His eyes made strong contact with yours as you looked back up to him with a smirk. "I wont do anything to you, huh?" He asks with a dark tone that let a small upturn at the corner of his lips slip.

"No." You replied simply with a shake of your head, completely confident in your answer.

He snatched the photo quickly and then pressed your hat down over your eyes before returning to his duties. "We'll see about that, y/n."

You stood there and fixed your hat before giving him a dirty look. "You won't do anything, I've figured that much so far."

Now he set up a bed of sorts. The one he always got to sleep on that did not meet the ground like nearly everyone else's here. It had to be more comfortable than yours.

"I've let you get too comfortable then." He sassed, yet he didnt maintain eye contact. He fiddled with the bed and then got out the mattress.

"I haven't been comfortable at all." You correct with gusto, walking around to where he was with the bed.

"Then I plan to make it worse." He announces plain as day, finalizing some adjustments to his bed.

You thought about it. It was a no brainer.

"How about we make it more comfortable for me instead." You suggest as you inch closer to him.

He turned his head to give you a glance. Arthur's eyes widened in frustration as you crashed down onto his bed and made yourself comfortable.

You gave him a quick peek and kicked off your boots to show him you weren't going anywhere.

"Y/n." His voice carried the usual demanding tone he always reverted to. "If you don't remove yourself, I'll move you myself."

"Ah ah." You correct with a side to side of your pointer finger. "You never paid me that five dollars for when I let you sleep with me."

He whipped his head around when you reminded him of that, eyes as wide as saucers. You knew what you said. You knew you could've articulated it better, but his reaction was well worth it.

"Be quiet with that, woman." He scolded with a harsh whisper. "I still think that's a scam." He moves closer to you and suddenly slides you over with his bum on the bed.

You tried pushing him off with a grunt but the man was too heavy. "What are you doing? We can't both fit." You groan in between breaths of struggling to get him off.

He tossed his hat off to the side as to avoid it getting crushed and then proceeded to lay right on top of you.

"Arthur -" you hiss out like a deflating balloon. It took everything you had to try to get this big man off of you. "What the hell?"

"You said I could sleep as long as it wasnt on you," Arthur references while trying to make himself comfortable over you. "What are you gonna do about it if it is on you?"

Grumbling something under him, you give up on trying to bench press him off. You aim for his side and start jabbing at him which made him jerk in reaction with a sharp gasp.

You start chuckling as you tickle him. This big brute of a man unable to catch your hands that poked his sides. "How, out of all the nastiest outlaws, are you ticklish?"

"I'm not." He growls as he flips over and finally pins your hands above your head on the mattress, bringing an end to your madness.

His face was close to yours as he held your wrists in one hand. "Five for sleeping with you, hm?"

Your brows shot up and your initial confident playfulness turned into nervous butterflies that fluttered in your stomach.

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Hi guys.. 😭😭 quick note

I apologize, seeing as I havent uploaded for almost two months! I started school & just havent had as much time anymore to write.

With that being said; I dont really feel like this story is going anywhere - BUT DONT FRET. I'm not discontinuing it or anything.

Most of these chapters revolve around random scenarios with a little sprinkle of plot line 😬 and so, Im not sure what you guys would prefer..

I know its my fanfic & Im suppose to do what I want with it, but at the same time I dont want ya'll feeling like its just dragging on or taking a turn for the worse. At this point its just y/n's miscellaneous adventures with Arthur until it leads to some stinky ass smutt. (😼)

Basically, if you want it more plot based chapters, it'll take a bit longer for the next chapter as it takes more time for me to think of a good way to put y/n into the actual plot and change things up a bit.

Whereas scenario based with plot here & there I can deliver faster since I usually come up with random scenarios all the time anyway.

Would love to hear what you guys think :)

-M ♡

P.S. I started this before I actually had the game, so I WROTE ABOUT THE LEMOYNE RAIDERS IN VALENTINE?!??! Im going to rewrite that just pretend it didnt happen pls 🥰

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Hello! This is my first fanfic that I'm gonna post here! It's 18+ so minors DNI!

Tw warning ⚠️ Age Gap Relationships, Degradation, Dom and Sub Dynamic, Choking, creep!Afton

𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

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It had all started that fateful Monday evening, you sat on your boss's lush purple couch waiting for him to come back from work. You were his 3 children's babysitter, at the ripe age of 21 you had been babysitting for the Aftons for about a year.. During that time you had grown.. Well, not close but quite friendly with their father, the 40 year old man was divorced and quiet, though had this.. Animalistic aura that you couldn't quite place.

He was wildly attractive, 6'3 and lean with defined features.. God it was hard to stay calm around him, his silver eyes always seemed to follow your every move making you shiver when you would catch him staring. He wasn't very put together, no not at all, he had messy mousey brown hair with streaks of gray peppered throughout.. he was a silver fox and you swore that he knew of your puppy crush.. though he couldn't.

Right?

That's when you were snapped out of your thoughts.. Turning your head to see the man you were just thinking about walk in. His purple suit jacket draped on his forearm while his white button up shirt was cuffed at the sleeves, his tie hanging loosely from his pale neck. Oh man, he looked pretty fucking good.

"Hello Mr Afton! I have the kids asleep, Micheal is doing his homework. How are you? How was work?" You said this almost too eagerly, standing up from the couch and immediately walking towards him. His eyes give you that intense look that follows every movement you make.. Like a wolf stalking its prey.

"Oh? Thank you Y/N, work was tiring but what can you expect hm? I am well though, darling. You? Did the children give you any trouble?" His low British accent left his mouth like honey, it was slightly gravelly due to years of smoking but had just the right amount of rasp for you to think about late at night when you needed something to fuck yourself too. Your eyes widen slightly at the look and sound of him, he never fails to give you goosebumps.

"Oh.." at a loss for words you clear your throat and tuck your lip between your teeth, it was as if he could see right through you.. you could have swore that you saw him smirk.. His smirk always left you breathing a bit heavier than before. Quickly shaking your head you resume your thoughts; "I'm well, they were very good actually. Though Micheal keeps frightening poor Evan.." you were cut off by him leaning down slightly, his tired but intense eyes looking into yours in a way that you couldn't pull away from.

"Say… I was wondering, what do you think of a bit of extra cash hm?" He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head, the smell of cigar smoke and cologne entering your nostrils and making your heart flutter.

"I.. well I would actually love that! Do you need me to put in extra hours?-" Once again, cut off by William.. It was as if he had rehearsed this conversation in his head, or maybe he was excited? You couldn't exactly tell, but he placed a.. large hand on your shoulder and rubbed gently.

"Well, a Job at the Pizzeria just opened… nothing too hard just Prize Counter Attendant. You already do such a good job here.. the uniform would just look so good on you.." His words were sleazy, definitely. The thought of working under him in an official work setting made your stomach grow warm, you never saw him at work.. you only saw him once every Monday-Thursday night. You sat silent for a second before nodding, why not? You could use the money as well as thought it would be fun to have some eye candy during the day.

"Yeah.. that sounds nice.. thank you Mr Afton!" You grinned and shook his calloused hand, he looked down at the contact and nodded. There was that look again! That look of something stalking its prey, it was intense and intimidating.. but God did you like it.

"Good Girl.. come in on Wednesday okay? I'll have a uniform ready for you when you arrive for the shift.. so glad you accepted Y/N." He smirked at your shiver of concealed arousal at being called "good girl", it was painfully obvious to him.. The way you stared, eagerly came to him at his every beckon.. That coy lip bite if he got too close, God it was bloody perfect. He wanted to hunt you, taste every Inch of you, he doesn't like to admit it but since his Wife left him he hasn't really gotten all that much action. Well, except for his own hand and the thought of you begging for him… Fuck he wanted you to beg and cry for him, luckily for him he had all the time in the world to watch you yearn for him now..

This was turning out to be a lovely idea wasn't it?

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Wednesday came quickly, you couldn't stop thinking about how he might look in his work suit.. How he might present himself, just the authority he would have makes your heart pound mercilessly. You woke up bright and early, taking an everything shower.. putting on a little bit of makeup and styling your hair in a way that made you look just a little to put together for a kids job.

You drove to the Pizzeria, parking your car in an employee spot and walking in.. the establishment hadn't opened yet due to it only being 7:30 am. As you walked in you heard the monotonous Hum of the fan, the eerie silence of a usually overly loud children's play room. 

"Y/N?" A low toned British voice almost whispered behind you, the air ghosting the back of your neck making the hairs on your skin stand on end. You knew that voice too well and turned around to see the culprit, William.. Holding a purple shirt and black pants. His large hand slowly smoothing down the fabric that hung over his forearm, he looked significantly more professional than those two nights ago. His hair styled neatly while his purple vest clung snuggly to his form, he wasn't bulky by any means.. but he did have abit of a chest.

"Oh! Mr Afton, I'm sorry.. am I too early? I just wanted to make sure I was on time!" Your voice rang out a little higher than usual, you didn't fail to plan on the outfit you arrived in. Your body is a bit cold in the current clothing you were sporting, a flimsy white tank top with a dangerously short pencil skirt.. you looked pathetic. Like an absolute slut, William couldn't stop looking at your chest.. you were obviously cold by the way your nipples hardened through the fabric. Or, was it because of him?

"No no, Darling.. you are perfectly on time!" His eyes were glued on your breasts, slowly moving to your supple little neck then E/C eyes. Before he let out the slightest groan and smirked, before saying;

"Someone's cold.. or maybe you're just happy to see me?" He purred, his hand brushing the hard bud making you bite your lip and gasp.. What was he doing? He chuckled darkly at the noise you made, he was losing patience.. He wanted to wait till later, he really did! But you didn't give him much choice then to let his growing frustration out.

"God, you really are pathetic love. That flimsy little tank top, the way you rub your thighs together when I speak.. It's all too amusing. Do you have any shame?" He was smirking widely, his form suddenly stepping closer while looking down at you. Enjoying the way your cheeks grew darker at each little comment he uttered, you certainly weren't expecting that..

"W-What? Mr Afton, I.." Your meek voice mewled below him, not daring to make eye contact with the older man. His hand slipping under your shirt, feeling the bare skin that laid underneath and hissing through his teeth, Making sure to shame you further. "Tut tut tut… Such a slut, who were you doing this little act for Doll?" His eyes focused into yours as he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

"... You.." your pathetic mumble finally escaped your lips after a second, William taking the opportunity to further embarrass you. "Hm? Say that again Darling? I couldn't quite hear you over the sound of your ragged little breaths." This was a dream, you rubbed your thighs together.. Already feeling your core ache from the words he shot your way, the heat growing to unbearable levels.

"You, Mr Afton sir.. I did it for you!" This only made his ego grow more, immediately grabbing your wrist he drug you through the employees only door. The dark hallway was cold and dark, only making you shiver more, a door approached reading "William Afton" . Without hesitation he opened the door and looked down at your pathetically trembling body, pointing to his desk.

"Sit." The command broke the lust filled silence, making you jump slightly and run over to his desk.. It looked expensive, like something official had been done to it… Well something official was about to happen now, William locked his door and practically ripped his tie off. Demonstrating his surprising strength, he walked over and caged your smaller form against the desk. His large hand grabs your hair and pulls your head back roughly, a sharp knee shoving its way between your already damp thighs.. pressing roughly and mercilessly.

"God, already wet eh? I knew you were a useless slut.. but this? My my Darling, you look simply shameful.." His British accent made it all the hotter, you felt yourself writhe underneath him as you rolled your hips against his knee. William, noticing this, starts to bounce his knee for you.. his eyes practically glowing with this unhinged lust. His hands moving to your tits and grabbing your nipples, squeezing and rolling them between his impossibly long fingers. Your whines and noises start to escalate in volume before he smashes his slightly chapped lips against yours, his mouth tasting of a black tea and mint gum. Blood now running down your chin as he bit down shamelessly, licking the sweet red liquid slowly.. your eyes connecting.

"W… William-" You were suddenly rubbed against his knee aggressively, the pressure so potent that it made your hips squirm away in a light pain. "Did I tell you to call me that? I'm your Boss.. call me Mr Afton, Darling." His eyes deepened in lust, seeing you nod and gasp out the sacred "Mr Afton~ Please, it's too much..!" This only drew out a chuckle from him, shaking his head and cooing into your ear. 

"Now.. doesn't my little whore want to be a good girl? Take what I give you,  you Stupid Slut.."  He mumbled the last bit into your neck as he started to kiss, starting slowly but quickly becoming rough in his nips and sucks. Creating dark marks on your neck that would not be easily hidden, blowing warm air onto the tender spots and shaking his head.. God what a needy whore.. tempting him like this, now he couldn't hold back from ravaging your body.

"I.. I.. want.. I want you to touch me! Please? It's so sensitive- Please! It feels so.. so much-". William wasn't near done with you yet, but funny enough.. you were already a pleasure drunk bitch, not used to such delicious sensations. Grinding on his knee desperate for anymore friction, but before you could roll your hips again you hear objects flying off his desk before he pins you against it.

"Well.. since you asked SO nicely.. I guess I can pay attention to that greedy little cunt of yours.. I bet it's so sensitive and swollen hm? It needs Mr Afton's attention desperately, huh?" He cooed as he let a finger brush over your soaking fabric covered pussy, drawing out a desperate mewl from you..

He was beyond elated.

He had wanted this ever since you walked through his doorway, the innocent bat of your eyelashes.. God it did things to him he hadn't felt since before his second child. He snapped out of his thoughts as he felt your wet heat rub against his finger desperately, getting yourself off without him working on you.

"Did I say you could do that darling? Let me use you as I please, don't fucking move." His voice was serious, growing lower in octave as he started painfully rubbing hard circles into your sensitive clit. The whines and noises coming out of you made the growing tent in his trousers almost unbearable, his hips rubbing against the table making him groan lowly. "God you look so fucked out already darling.. God how are you not embarrassed?~" He purred this as his finger worked its magic, all the while his other hand worked it'd way up your body to your neck before.. well, latching onto your throat and squeezing, a soft moan erupting from your throat he just laughs… not a chuckle, no, a full on excited laugh. As if he couldn't contain himself, almost on Cue he Rips your panties off and sticks two giant fingers into you without warning, letting go of your throat and thrusting with a unforgiving speed. You threw your head back and whined in a perfect mixture of pain and pleasure, being stretched out without warning made your walls tighten around William more then they already were. 

"Are you going to cum already? So, so sensitive.. What a needy pet.. Need Mr Afton in you? What do you say darling?" He was taunting you, every word put of his mouth was backhanded and patronizing which honestly pushed you over the edge.. his words, his long digits curling into you and hitting your most sensitive spot. It was all too much so you shivered and came, your body jerking slightly as a raspy cry of pleasure fell from your swollen bloodied lips. William looked in shock as the orgasm took you from his needy little slut into a useless sex toy for him, and him only to use.

".... well darling that awnsered my question." In swift movements he had your legs over his shoulders, thighs pressed against your chest as he rubbed his painfully erect dick against your ungodly sensitive clit. You mumbled things that even you couldn't understand, so fucked out and being absolutely destroyed by your boss? God this couldn't get better, but then it did, he unlooped his belt..

"M-Mr Afton- PLEASE! I nE-ed you in me- please please.. please..!" Your cries were awnsered with a patronizing shake of his head and scoff before suddenly being penetrated by the man hovered over you. His head fell back as he let out a string of curses, not waiting for you to adjust he started ramming into you. For being 43 or so, he had a surprising pace.. His hand holding your wrists above your head while his hips thrusted quickly against you, the sound of skin slapping and pained moans from you… Honestly you didn't know if you had another climax in you, the knot tightening tiredly when suddenly..

Ring…

Ring Ring…

"Hello?-"

"William, it's me Henry, are you at the Pizzeria?"

"O-Oh.. ngh~ Uh Yes I am, getting ready for opening.. I'm actually quite busy right now-"

As William said this you bucked your hips, getting a good angle and moaning. Whimpering his name and whining not so quietly… William winced and grabbed his discarded tie that was next to him and shoved it into your mouth. "Shut up slut-" William warned as quietly as possible.

"Excuse me? William, what are you doing?"

"A-Ah! Nothing I'm sorry.. Just ah.. talking to myself. Look mate, I really am busy. I'll call you after?"

"Sigh, okay William, talk to you later."

As Henry hung up he looked down to see you drooling all over his tie… oh my, what would he wear now? Oh well, he grabbed your throat one last time and hissed at you. "Never make those sounds when I'm on a call, got it Darling? I only get to hear your pathetic little noises, Me!" He raised his voice at the end, grip on your throat tightening as you nodded, gasping and clenching around him.. the large hand around your throat making you see stars; "Mr Afton!!" You choked his name out in pure ecstasy. As you clenched William just couldn't take it anymore.. pulling out and releasing himself onto your chest. Eventually his shaking form that loomed on top of you moved to sit beside your limp body.. he grabbed the uniform that you had yet to put on and raised his eyebrows.

"Go on then, put your uniform on, Darling.. time for work."

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nsfw headcannons with Cu~? (≧∀≦) hope you have a wonderful day~!

Hi anon, thanks; you too!!! Well, as my queue is permanently closed, I'm not really taking requests anymore... But I guess I can share a few general NSFW Cu headcanons. Some headcanons I have may be more popular than others, but I hope they will be enjoyable to read regardless. I've kept all situations with a partner gender-neutral as well!

Hope you enjoy... These will be tagged as 'lemon fanfic' and there won't be any explicit content however it will likely be 18+.

Warning: depictions of a sexual nature and mentions of kinks/ possible bedroom interactions, temperature play, outdoor sex, oral...

As you haven't specified a Cu, I will write for all four!!! (in my personal belief Proto is 18+ so he'll be included as well. These may be long...)

Fate Series Cu Chulainn (Proto, Lancer, Caster, Alter)-General NSFW Headcanons

Proto Cu

As a Cu that seems even more intent on proving his worth than the others, I headcanon that he would possibly the type to go way out of his way to impact his partner as much as possible during sex. Like the kind of guy that will pull out as many stops as possible to make them melt beneath his touch (but then gets extremely carried away at some point, losing himself to the moment).

He does seem like the kind of guy to really indulge in the touch and sensations of his partner, however Proto Cu does also strike me as being pretty insecure sometimes as well. So sometimes he may try to play it cool at first, or may prefer sex with clothes on (until he gets really into it).

He's also depicted as a bit wilder and more unrestrained than the other Cu, and has a very restless vibe in my personal opinion. So I can imagine him getting a bit wild in the bedroom; via biting, pouncing etc. I bet he'd likely be the guy to pull out the claws, as well as feel great pleasure from having his partner's hands digging into his skin.

He'd likely enjoy as much simulation as possible, so would love if his partner touches him openly as well. He would want to feel them too, and would relish in them openly exploring his body. Let him know just how much you desire him.

On the reverse, this means planned foreplay will likely unravel very quickly- because Proto would likely get extremely hot under the collar, and lose track of himself. I guess this means that it could get a bit rough, but then in the myths they say he is a lover that knows how to attend to their partners' needs, so it may not get too intense.

He's cocky as hell, that's for certain. Just like on the battlefield, he most likely has trained in the arts of sex as well. If you praise him, he'll likely eat your adulation RIGHT UP and then push himself to please you even more, yearning for even more of your adoring words.

Despite this, as he's shown to warm up extremely quickly to the master in his 'my room' lines, and can be really affectionate; I believe he may also be a massive softie as well. I think he also has the potential to be a huge romantic in terms of NSFW, and would definitely enjoy a tender time together as well!!

Though as he's Proto, he may be a bit shy with the tender words at first; but seeing as he's the guy who still holds on dearly to his Gae Bolg replica from Prototype, as well as still speaking very fondly of his time in the Land of Shadows with Scathach- you bet that this guy's heart would likely be bursting with a lot of feelings.

As for kinks, I am unsure- this guy seems really open to many things. But as he also enjoys the thrill of battle, I have a feeling he'd get really excited from some combat-style stuff. I think he may be a lil bit freaky.

Kinks that can evoke a thrill, that makes his veins thrum with adrenaline-setting him off with deep desire. I think he loves that kind of simulation.

I once read a post that details Proto as the kind of guy who'd cook a nice breakfast after a passionate one-night stand, and I can also imagine that happening. I can also imagine there would be space for joy and laughter as well as some occasional random moments, so he'd be pretty fun overall!

Lancer Cu

Overall, I'd say he is pretty similar to Proto. But the major difference here is that Lancer gives the impression of being way more comfortable in his own skin than Proto is. He knows how fucking hot he is, and has the pride and ability to work a room (though he can also be extremely crude as well).

Lancer is proud of who he is, and isn't afraid to show it- so he'd be totally up for showing off to the utmost.

His flirting game would be a powerful entrée to set the mood. Be prepared for flirts that range from cute, affectionate and pretty complimentary of your skills and positive traits- to downright horny and even extremely blatant (he may be smooth, but personally I feel like Lancer sometimes also gets extremely carried away).

However, I believe that Lancer is a serious romantic. It seems to bring him great pleasure to commit Acts of Service by doing as much as possible for those he cares for, like a 'big brother' type.

I guess in a NSFW setting this means he'll attend to your needs and make you feel safe and comfy during some very attentive sex??

He may also be very easy to wrap around your fingers as well. He may very well bend his knees to your words of praise, desperately grasping for more.

Tell him just how good he feels, what you think about him... it'll give him a real boost, and maybe make him blush too. As the type who loves putting on a show- and who loves it even more when his heroic acts are admired and adored- admiring touches and words will have him whipped like an errant knight serving their lord.

On the other hand, he also loves a challenge; so may not be entirely adverse to being ordered around a little- especially if the demands are hot!

This one is probably also open to a lot of different kinds of sex and kinks, so there's a lot of options to play around with (ranging from tame to hardcore).

Lancer doesn't seem that judgmental when it comes to sexual desire, and whether a partner is experienced or a shy newbie, he'll be happy to take the reins- or let you pull him a little by the collar- if you dare to handle him, of course.

That doesn't mean he isn't intense though. Lancer is also very emotional, and will very likely fully invest himself into the moment. In a sentimental sense, that likely means he will bless you with praise and compliments, as well as endowing you with beautiful terms of endearment in his native language.

In a horny sense though... watch out. You may be at it all night, in all sorts of ways. If things are feeling good, then he'll indulge in the moment with you for as long as possible.

If things get a little heated, or even competitive- such as fighting for dominance, or really going at one another- then he'll battle back with his utmost. If you want to render him to paste beneath your luxurious touch, Lancer will make you work for it. He likes the competition.

Lancer will remember exactly what turns you on, and is a very perceptive warrior; so though he may not always read the finer details, he'll be able to gauge how you're feeling or know exactly where to set you off- so be prepared for one heck of an experience.

"Do heroes give head?!" The debate continues. Sure, I bet he'd enjoy receiving some oral, tightly weaving his hands around the easiest part of his partner that he can access.

However, in my opinion- who knows? He may return the favor every now and then, pouring his all servicing a partner; and enjoying the way in which they unravel before his sumptuous fingers and tongue.

On a last note though, I do think there are aspects of Lancer that can be very deeply sentimental at times; as well as moments in which his more sorrowful aspects may rise to the surface.

There may be moments where he completely unravels his outer face of peerless confidence before a partner and unleashes the vulnerability resting within, and may just wish to bury himself within another's warmth, whiling away the painful hours by another's side.

Caster Cu

Caster Cu is also very similar to Proto and Lancer in terms of NSFW headcanons (im sorry im just repeating this for all of them). However, to me personally, Caster Cu's air of mystery and emotional distance is much stronger than Proto and Lancer's. This man is like a wizard's maze, boasting many different aspects to his character.

As he's older, the flirting game is even more deadly. He likely has a tough repertoire by this stage, able to set even the steeliest of hearts aflutter (or serve as a very humorous and interesting guy to banter with at the very least).

Due to his role serving as a form of guidance towards Mash and the Master- as well as certain lb6.5 spoilers that reveal the reason as to why he has adopted a role that is so strongly defined by wisdom- he is likely to have a more mature edge to him.

This doesn't mean that he's immune from 'silly time' though.

This means that he'll be a comfy guy for someone who is a bit new to sex or someone who is nervous, as he can consistently guide them along; constantly adjusting to their changing pace and needs.

However, he does seem to give off the impression of being rather tired (are those bags under his eyes?), so he may have a bit less stamina. Or maybe more. Caster Cu is very unpredictable in my opinion, however I can imagine him complaining of pains in his joints and of aching muscles, so some kinks may be a bit more exhausting for him to pull off.

That doesn't mean that he's not up for some adventure though! Now he's got all the time in the world to explore nature, get prepared for an exciting bevy of locations.

From the forest, the great outdoors; to even under a waterfall- he doesn't strike me as the kind of guy to have any shame about where he'd indulge within a good time.

Thanks to his mastery over the runes, Caster is your ultimate guy for temperature play. A little bit of ice from the Isa rune there, and a comforting fire from runes such as the Kenaz one make for a very titillating time.

Rotating between heating and cooling the parts of your body that yearn for him, as well as even as going far as to change the temperature of his body as he works his way through- you'll be bound to melt beneath his touch.

Plant sex with the runes is also an option. Making sure to remain careful enough not to hurt you with his vines, yet also tightening the pressure enough for your face to lax with bliss, he fills with excitement (and a bit of apprehension) when pleasuring you with nature.

Though it gets him hot to see you so appreciative of his ancient arts, your expressions of pleasure make it increasingly difficult for him to retain his slipping sense of composure...

However, he may burst out with a strange catchphrase or a silly move every now and then (matrix ordanye- bedroom edition style).

Please don't mind it- or even laugh along if you like! Caster Cu gives me the impression of being a rather surreal and random lad at times, and I feel as if the realms of NSFW would be no exception to showcasing this funnier side of him.

Seeing as Caster is more measured than his other selves, and allegedly boosts a even temperament, he may be less prone to get carried away within the moment, however he likely still has a tender side, flattering you with caring words and loving touches.

He isn't yet immune to praise either, so don't hold back in letting him know how you feel about him (he may get even MORE flustered, or caught off guard with surprise).

Despite this, it can feel as if Caster Cu is wearing a very tight mask at times. It may take a bit longer than the other Cu to really see him set loose, and let his words and feelings flow freely within the moment. It doesn't mean he's enjoying things any less, though.

After losing so many that are dear to him- over and over again- and experiencing so many terrifying moments, he may savor every moment as if it's his very last, drinking in every last second with a partner.

The here and now, this fleeting moment. Caster Cu will hold it dearly, in order to calmly let things go once the time comes.

This may manifest on him holding on a little tighter to you at times, burying his face against your own, almost as if he's worried you'll suddenly drift away.

Caster gives me the impression of being very sentimental deep down, but keeping said cards of emotion very closely bound against his chest. It may be a bit of challenge to get him to unravel a little, but it's far from impossible.

Cu Alter (In General)

In terms of NSFW, I believe that Cu Alter is an extreme contrast to the other three. Despite having the same capacity for emotion and care as the others, he operates as if he's an unfeeling killing machine- almost as if he's a beast with no reason (even though that's not always the case with him).

In my opinion, I feel like Cu Alter is most likely to have sex during a situation that fulfils a need or an urge of his- for example, having sex solely to recharge his mana, or if he needs a physical release from all the things going on inside of him.

Sex with him in these circumstances may focus on the most necessary elements of intercourse only, jumping straight to the grittiest, most business-like aspects of the act.

Cu Alter isn't the type to let himself have fun, nor allow himself to enjoy sensations as much as his other selves do.

That doesn't mean that other forms of sex are completely off the table, it's just that to me personally- it would likely be rarer for him to have more sentimental types of sex, seeing as he showcases his care for others in extremely subtle ways.

He's also suffering and struggling in an extreme manner, so it also may be extremely difficult for him to express those kinds of feelings.

Possibly as a result of the corruption of the grail and his madness enhancement, even when he showcases his deep affection- it is often marred by contradictory words and harsh insults that belies how deeply he feels for others.

Emotions are likely really, really hard for him.

Cu Alter is likely the type to show how he feels through actions, as a result of struggling severely to articulate his feelings via words.

He is very awkward and reticent when it comes to expressing his feelings, so hearing praise from him may be quite rare.

However, as his words tend to manifest as insults, he may mutter phrases of a more degrading, cold or fierce nature in the bedroom at first.

Cu Alter often says the complete opposite of how he feels. So if he were to feel affection for someone, he may push them away with some stinging words or attempts to inform them of his apparent nature.

He'll make it incredibly hard for you to get close at first, batting away words of praise; and doggedly insisting that he's nothing more than a monster- that you shouldn't praise nor adore him. Cu Alter won't harm a partner, but he may be very stubborn against praise at first.

I believe he is the type to pick up others with his tail, or wrap his tail around them, and sleep next to them; getting close. I feel like he may let his guard down a little if he feels comfortable sleeping next to his partner.

You may not hear him say how he feels, but I headcanon that he may give into guttural growls, moans and other incoherent noises when he's having a good time; claws and fanged teeth clutching onto his partner for dear life.

For Cu Alter, in a sexual setting- I think his actions will be of a much greater import than his words.

Cu Alter also purposely isolates himself from others. It's as if he is very self-punishing. So I think in terms of sex, the act itself may be a barrier to him- seeing as he does all in his power to give the impression of being distant and avoiding touch with others.

Sex could possibly be a bit rough and intense with him, or very sleepy and slow.

He does seem like the tired and worn out sort, to an almost worrying level; so I don't feel as if he'd go too hardcore- unless he eventually decides to unleash the millions of restraints that he's shackled and bound himself with.

This kind of side to him may explode within a more combat-focused situation, or a very intense one in which he decides to set off all of the things burgeoning inside of him, so it could end up being an extremely wild sort of sex. (I'm not too sure myself, as Cu Alter is a character that I find difficult to truly grasp.)

I feel like sex of the slower sort may be more likely with him though, as he doesn't give me the impression of being one who would unravel quite so easily around another.

As he seems so exhausted, there is a chance that his partner may have to take the lead at times, or initiate the mood- he's not going to really have the skills to set things up himself or flirt. I can imagine him being very languid and tired, so a partner may need to actually take Cu Alter by the hands this time.

As the once Mad King of America, Cu Alter is used to barking out orders, so you may hear quite a lot of those in the bedroom!

Cu Alter (in a more affectionate sexual situation)

I haven't got much to say in terms of this scenario, as I believe that he'll still struggle a lot to express his feelings. However, in a situation in which he gives up on pushing a partner away, he may really indulge in the little things- and wrap himself protectively around a partner, melding every part of his body against their form.

He is likely EXTREMELY touch-starved, so I can imagine him really taking in every single curve of a partner, deeply taking in every single touch, nip, bite and touch of his against yours.

I do think he has a side that is every bit as sensory as the other Cu deep down- maybe even more so, as he's been cut off from touch and isolated from others for so long.

His words will be a bit less harsh, and he may be a lot more receptive to your touch and words of adulation in this sort of situation.

I can imagine him taking extremely long naps and just holding a partner in his arms all day in this kind of situation. He wants to be as close as he possibly can to you, treasuring you with every fiber of his being.

Extra (General Notes)

I do think that Cu Chulainn would entertain many various forms of relationships and sexual relations, and that open relationships would be a possibility as well. In terms of NSFW, I believe he is open to many kinds of situations and scenarios.

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Omg hello! Can I request Tangerine and Lemon as older brothers of a kid sibling? How good of older brothers would they be? I don’t mind if it’s afab or gn you can pick! Thank you so much

hii!! I love this, and they'd be amazing big brothers! I did change the reader to teenager, hope that's okay? just so that its easier to imagine etc. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

the three musketeers

tangerine x lemon x f reader (siblings)

wc || 0.7k

warnings || swearing and fluff

also the twins way of speaking aren't typos, I just made them very english lmao

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As the youngest sister to a pair of protective fruit-named twins, you were looked after well and always kept out of harm's way. They weren't too fond of their baby teenage sister following in their occupational footsteps, so they did everything they could to deter you from that kind of life.

Every other week, you and your brothers would meet up for a quaint sibling dinner at the location chosen on the spinning wheel. Today the wheel had selected Lemon's city centre flat, which meant he was hosting tonight's dinner for the third time in a row. As you were still living at home, the options were pretty limited; the only options being Lemon's flat or Tan's place. They weren't too keen on going out to dinner in a public location in case things went sideways and you got caught in the crossfire. They didn't mean to come across as controlling, they were just like that because they love you.

As your brothers were often out of town and away on missions, you didn't get to see them as much as you had hoped, but with some simple persuasion, you convinced them to book one day off every fortnight, especially for you. So to prepare for this evening's dinner, you spent the afternoon making the most-favoured dessert of choice; homemade lemon meringue pie. Usually, everyone would bring something as a way to lighten the load for the host; Tangerine tended to bring alcohol, Lemon would take some kind of cheese, and you'd make a sweet treat for after.

"When's it ready? I'm starving," you question, whine drenching your tone. "Been here like half hour, why ain't it in front of me?" you playfully provoke Lemon, discreetly winking to your other brother, who was snickering into the ball of his hand.

"Oi, watch your tone with me, mardy bum," Lemon replies, his hands adjusting his cutesy pink apron. "I'll poison yer food," his eyes widened as if to emphasise.

"Where'd yer get that apron, mate? Knick it off that granny downstairs?" Tangerine chirps in.

"Ha ha ha, you guys are so funny," Lem sarcastically replies with faux playful features. "Get fucked, the pair of ya." He turns on his heel and smacks the spoon on the back of your brother's head.

"Watch it, knobhead," Tan grunts, rubbing the sauce from his hair onto the sofa. "What a dick," nodding over to the now empty doorway. "So, what's been going on with you? What you been up to lately?"

"Nothing much," you shrug, turning your attention to the tv.

"How'd that date go? That guy in your class, what's his name again?"

"It was alright," you shrug again, avoiding your brother's hard gaze.

"He was a dick, weren't he?"

"I don't know… he didn't turn up," you awkwardly laugh. "Hey, want any help in there?" you call out, trying to avoid Tan's persistent questioning.

"You tryna distract me?"

You slide off the sofa, practically running away as you join Lemon in the kitchen. "Shut up… what's up with all these questions, man? Like a fucking gameshow,"

Tangerine chases after you, darting over to join Lemon before you could get there. "Guess what? That shit of a guy she was meant to be seeing? The little prick stitched her up." He interrupts, looking at your brother in approval.

"He did what? Why'd he do that?" Lem asks, placing the tray on the counter, his gaze darting between you both. "That why you been bitchy recently?" he jokes, earning him a firm slap on the chest. "You're right, sorry… what you want us to do? Fuck him up a bit?"

"Scare him? Threaten him?" Tangerine pipes in, arms folded as if the conversation of threats was normal.

"No, god no… just leave it, he's a dick anyway,"

"We're sorry," Lemon says softly, walking around the island to join you, tightly hugging into your side.

"Yeah, sorry… there's better ones out there," Your other brother adds, hugging your other side.

"This is so embarrassing," you mumble, cowering from their affections.

"We'll leave ya alone," Tangerine says, knowing you didn't really mean it.

Immediately wrapping your arms around your brothers, pulling them in. "No… not yet,"

"Sommat burning?"

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[colter-morning]

The Hat (RDR2 Fanfic, Arthur Morgan x F!Reader, 18+)

Summary: You’ve taken a liking to a certain hat as well as to the rugged gunslinger who wears it. When you impulsively risk your neck to get it back for him, his anger at your foolish act turns into something surprising.

Author’s Notes: This was the first fic I ever wrote, and wow is it amazing to see how far I’ve come! But this one will always have a special place in my heart <3 Set during Chapter 3 in game.

Tags: Arthur Morgan x reader, smut, low honor Arthur Morgan, rough sex, rough oral sex, spanking

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The Hat

Word count: 6319

“Please let me go with them, Dutch. I can handle myself just fine,” you begged the gang leader as he assigned his men a lead he had been scoping out.

“Oh, I don’t doubt that, miss. I don’t doubt that at all-”

“Then let me go. I’ll keep my head down and be a good extra hand. Hell, they may need me,” you said, gesturing to the men Dutch had just handpicked for the job.

You had been with the Van der Linde Gang for over a month now, fitting right in with your rough, dangerous lifestyle. Because of this, you had quickly found friendship in some of the men as well as Sadie Adler who was one of the first women you knew to dress like you and shoot like you and keep up with the rest of the men with ease like you. Well, almost all of the men. A certain handsome cowboy named Arthur had proven to be the most talented gun you had ever met, and he caught your attention early on because of it. Unsurprisingly, he was one of the men Dutch asked to go robbing. Part of you wanted to join the outing simply to watch the broad-shouldered man in action, although you would never admit to that. You couldn’t fall for someone you hardly knew when your lifestyle didn’t allow for such things.

Dutch pondered your request and finally relented. “Fine. Arthur, watch her, would you? Make sure she doesn’t get herself killed.”

“Now, Dutch, I ain’t babysitting on a job,” the rugged gun responded.

Dutch had already turned to walk back to his tent and waved Arthur’s words away, making his request final. Your blood boiled a little under the surface, mad at continually being called a kid. You stomped toward the camp’s hitching post where your horse was tied, stopping to make your anger known with Arthur. “I ain’t a baby. You look out for yourself and I’ll be just fine.” You turned to walk to your horse, not even waiting for a response.

He let out a big sigh of annoyance in return. “If you say so.” He followed you in walking to his horse, barking orders along the way. “John, Javier, let’s go. We don’t have much time if we wanna do this right.” The other two guns jogged over to their horses as well, and by the time all of you were saddled, Arthur led the group out of the Clemens Point camp and toward the latest score for the gang.

Not long into the ride, Arthur laid out a plan for the three of you to follow, telling you to stay toward the back of the wagon you were going to rob to keep an eye out. He was going to do the actual robbing and needed good protection in case anyone bold decided to show up and attempt to pick him off. Javier was to help you keep watch, and John was to hold up the driver. You were nervous about your first outing with the gang but excited too and ready to prove yourself. You were a good shot, especially with a rifle, so as long as you relied on your talent everything would turn out fine.

After a ride that lasted longer than you thought it would, Arthur spoke up. “Let’s wait under these trees here. Should be hidden well enough to wait for the wagon to pass.” The four of you turned your horses off the trail and into the woods to wait. After about ten minutes, the wagon came idling along the path. “Masks on. Here she comes,” Arthur said. You pulled up your dust-colored bandana (the damned thing used to be white, the Rhodes dirt having ruined it) to hide your face as you readied your gun. “You sure you ready for this, hotshot?” Arthur asked you. You looked over at him and nodded, not allowing him any room in your mind where your focus needed to be. “All right then. On my mark.”

The wagon crept along just past the trees where you were hidden, and Arthur waited a few seconds before barking the order, “Ride!” The four of your barreled out of the woods and toward the wagon, startling the driver enough to make him immediately stop and put his hands up.

John played his part well, riding up directly beside the driver. “That’s right, not one move or I’ll shoot you dead!”

Arthur quickly jumped into the back of the wagon to look for the money Dutch said would be hidden in it. “Javier, Y/N, keep an eye out. No guards don’t sit right with me,” he said as he searched through a trunk.

Javier looked toward the road ahead of the wagon and to the left while you took the rear and the right. You spotted movement in the wood line just in time to line up your sights. Through the crosshairs, you saw four or five mounted men hiding there, waiting to pick you off—one of them had a long-scoped rifle. “Guards!” you yelled, taking a shot at the man with the most deadly gun. You were a second too late though, as he fired just before you and came within inches of Arthur’s head, making Arthur’s hat fly off.

“Goddammit,” Arthur muttered as he ducked down into the wagon. “John stay with the driver and make sure he don’t run!”

Your first shot hit the guard right in the jaw, killing him and knocking him clean off his agitated horse. Shots rang out all around you as the remaining guards pursued and Javier and Arthur fired back. You were well-seasoned in this and took a breath, spurring your horse to move. A moving target was much harder to hit than a still one. You fired again and again, hitting one more guard. Either Arthur or Javier finished off the rest, and a silence rang out in the large space that gunshots had just filled. The two drafts pulling the wagon reared and stomped, only held from bolting by the terrified driver. “Get down from there,” John ordered him. “Get down from there now and get out of here and maybe I won’t kill you!” he yelled. The driver did as he was told, and John quickly replaced him. “I’m getting this thing out of here, Arthur. That won’t be the last of them.”

“Find a secluded spot and keep your head down then,” Arthur said as he jumped off the side of the wagon. “Don’t draw any attention. Go!” He slapped the side of the wagon and John flicked the reins hard, lurching the wagon away. “You two, be ready. He’s right, there’ll be more guards headed our-”

Before Arthur could finish his sentence, more gunshots rang out. Mounted men spilled out of the trees toward the three of you. Arthur was stuck too far away from his horse, so he jumped on John’s instead, grabbing his gun to shoot back at the men and whistling for his own mount to follow. You joined Javier in making a run for it while shooting your pursuers, but something near a big bush on the ground caught your eye—it was Arthur’s hat. “Arthur, your hat!” you yelled to him, knowing how important it was to him.

“For christ sake, leave it!” he shouted as he unloaded his sidearms.

Against all logic and rationalization, you turned your mount into a wide circle, doubling back to retrieve the hat. You loved that hat something awful, especially on the cowboy who donned it. You also weren’t scared of the mediocre guns pursuing you in the slightest. The guards in pursuit split, half following Javier and Arthur, half following you. You aimed your rifle at one of them and breathed out, firing a shot that took him down easily. As far as you could tell, that only left two more. You spurred your horse again, keeping your head low and riding in an erratic pattern as gunshots flew around you. You turned to line up your shot again and fired, taking out the second guard.

As your one pursuer continued after you, you neared the black hat on the ground. You decided (impulsively and somewhat stupidly) to grab the hat off the ground while riding. You used to practice tricks like this off of your horse all the time when you were younger, but this one would have to count or it could cost you your head. You kept your feet firmly in the stirrups, glad that you had cinched your horse up so tight, and began to lean as you neared the hat at full speed. You leaned down more and more, stretching your arm out as far as it would go, and just before you reached the hat, another gunshot split the air and skimmed across your left arm that was away from the ground. You instinctively moved away from the splitting pain and even closer to the ground, finding the hat with your fingers and picking it up. You slammed it on your head, turned angrily around to the guard who had shot you, and cut his pursuit short with a bullet between the eyes. You didn’t let up one second in case any more pursuers came and bolted back toward camp with a small grin at your triumph.

~

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Arthur yelled as you reentered camp at a trot.

As you passed him, you tipped his own hat to him, deciding not to give it back just yet. You had earned it, goddammit, not him. “Survived, didn’t I?” You stopped your horse just shy of the hitching post and dismounted, tying him and giving him loving pats down his broad neck for doing so well under pressure.

“That ain’t the point.” The angry outlaw was hot on your tail, towering over you when you turned around. “You could have gotten yourself killed. I told you to leave the damn hat.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t. And I killed the rest of the guards for you. You’re welcome.” You put your hand over the hat and ducked around him, deciding to rub some salt in the wound and keep it for yourself, at least for the day.

You saw Dutch walking your way and felt a tiny bolt of panic. The job really could have gone better, and now you knew Arthur wouldn’t vouch for your talent. “What’s going on?” the gang leader asked.

“She nearly went and got herself shot up all for that stupid hat,” Arthur answered, following behind with plenty of impatience in his voice.

Dutch let out a sharp laugh. “Well, we have a brave one on our hands, don’t we? For future reference, miss, Arthur couldn’t lose that hat if his life depended on it. It always finds its way back on his head.” Dutch had a small grin on his face, and it was a little off-putting. Why wasn’t he yelling at you?

“Yeah she’s brave. Brave or stupid,” Arthur replied.

“Watch your mouth, would you?” you said, rounding on the cowboy. “I killed five of those guards with ease, no problems. Isn’t that all that matters? That we got the money and came out with our lives?”

“It ain’t about winning, it’s about being smart enough to live another day and not risk our necks unnecessarily.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing he was right but refusing to admit it. “Yeah, well, don’t get your hat shot off your head next time and maybe I won’t have to risk my neck.” Dutch let out another bark of a laugh at Arthur as you stormed off toward your tent.

You heard Dutch mutter “She’s got a point. It all turned out all right, Arthur, now don’t go worrying yourself into the grave,” before you reached your bedroll.

You heard Arthur reply, but his voice was too low for you to pick up words. His anger made you angry, made you want to punch something. You swiftly took the hat off your head and slammed it down on the ground beside you as you sat. The sharp movement made you wince as you remembered the graze from the bullet on your arm. You looked at your wound and saw that blood had seeped into your shirt, so you unbuttoned a few of the top buttons and brought the fabric down over your shoulder to reveal the wound. It wasn’t bad and could have been a lot worse, you decided, knowing that it would end up healing just fine. You reached over into your trunk where you kept all your belongings and pulled out a canteen and another shirt, soaking the shirt with water and pressing it to your wound to clean it out. It hurt, but it wasn’t unbearable. You’d need to get your hands on a health cure to make sure it didn’t get infected. As you poured more water onto your shirt, Tilly passed by and saw the blood on your arm. “Didn’t go exactly as planned, did it?” she asked.

“Not exactly,” you said through a chuckle. You loved Tilly’s bluntness in everything she did. It kept all the boys in check. “Could have been worse, though.”

“Story of our lives.”

You let out another laugh. “You’re not wrong.”

“Well anyway,” she said, moving to get back to her work, “Keep on those men. They need it.” She smiled over her shoulder and you returned it.

After you finished tending to your wound and buttoned your shirt back up, you noticed Arthur eyeing you from across camp with a gaze full of anger. You had neglected to mention the graze on your arm on purpose, and knowing that he had seen it made you a little embarrassed. He would definitely bring it up later. He always had to have the last word, that much you knew about him.

You elected to ignore him and picked up his hat instead, knowing he was watching. You put it back on your head and wiped your wet hands off on your pants as you stood. You needed to go ask Strauss for a health cure. You would much rather ride into Rhodes and buy one from the general store there, but the gang members were finicky about who got to leave camp whenever they pleased. You hadn’t earned the right to do that yet. So, you made way to Strauss’ wagon, keeping a wide berth between you and Arthur. You didn’t feel like arguing anymore lest you end up boiling over with anger and saying something you didn’t mean, as you tended to do. Luckily, you saw his tall frame move from the spot where he had been leaning and retreat toward his holdings, away from you.

“Mister Strauss,” you said, making him pull his newspaper down from under his nose. “I’m afraid I find myself in need of some medicine.”

“Are you all right?”

“Fine, just need a health cure. Got grazed by a bullet.” You stopped in front of him and tilted the too-big hat up out of your eyes.

“Oh, I know the agonies of a graze,” he said, scrambling to pick something out for you. He pulled a tiny bottle from his wagon and handed it to you. “That should work well. It certainly helped me.”

“Thanks,” you said, nodding his way and retreating. “I appreciate it.”

“No trouble at all,” he said, seemingly happy to be of use. You made your way back to your tent, drinking the bitter liquid down and trying not to wince at the taste. Once again, you caught the angry outlaw’s eyes. You stopped and thought about confronting him but decided against it. No point in raising hell. Instead, the two of you stared with harsh, set gazes, locking imaginary horns without a word.

~

Night fell over camp, and after staying up and talking with Sadie for a while, you decided to retire to your bedroll. You always had trouble falling right to sleep, but the medicine had relaxed your tense muscles, and unconsciousness fell over you with ease.

That is, until you were startled awake by someone nudging you with their boot. You quickly flipped over and reached down for the sidearm you kept near while you slept until you realized nothing was wrong and it was just Arthur. “Jesus, what the hell?” you said with a grogginess from being ripped from sleep. You slumped back down on your back.

“Get up.” You opened one eye and looked up at the handsome figure that towered over you, but you didn’t move a muscle. “Don’t make me sling you over my shoulder.”

“For god’s sake, Arthur,” you said as you rose with reluctance. “What’s so important that I gotta get up in the middle of the damn night?”

“You’re coming with me. Grab my hat and your boots, we gotta ride ahead of us.”

You groaned in annoyance at the request, stretching the sleep out of your frame. “A ride? What kind of twisted punishment-” You stopped talking when you noticed Arthur had already stalked off toward the horses. “Hmph.”

You grabbed his hat and put it on your own head, disoriented and wondering why he hadn’t just taken it back already. You grabbed your two guns, holstering the sidearm and resting the rifle over your shoulder by the strap, and followed the broody bastard. When you slung your leg over your sleepy mount, Arthur made a request that only confused you further. “No questions on the ride, you got me?”

“What?”

“Yeah, that. None of those until we get there. You don’t like to listen do you?”

He turned his horse to leave camp, and you followed suit. “Where is ‘there’ exactly?” He shook his head, his sandy hair swaying in the moonlight, but neglected to answer you. You rolled your tired eyes, unhappy about the situation you found yourself in. You showed his back your middle finger, making you smile in triumph.

After a few hours had passed and you were sure the sun would be rising soon, you found yourself crossing the Dakota River with a very tired horse and a very grumpy outlaw. You had relented to his request and hadn’t spoken another word, not because he asked but because you were too drained of energy for any conversation. The pair of stallions stepped high through the rushing water, giving every bit of energy to your and Arthur’s spurring. Finally, you spoke up for your mount’s sake. “We best be stopping soon or we’ll have to walk on foot.”

Without turning to look at you, Arthur replied. “The horses will be fine. Not much longer.”

Sure enough, he held true to his word. After less than a half hour, he stopped in front of a small cabin and stepped off of his horse to hitch it. Your exhaustion had begun to wear off and give way to suspicion. What was he planning? Did he know someone here? He looked over to you still on your horse with a questioning gaze. “You want me to come with you, or...”

“Come on,” he nodded, stepping onto the cabin’s small porch. You got off of your horse and stretched your aching legs before hitching and following Arthur.

He opened the door and let you walk through only for you to discover that it was empty. Now you were really suspicious, almost to the point of fear. “Okay, just what the hell is going on? Look, I know I screwed up but this is really starting to get-”

You turned to meet his gaze as he shut the door behind him and immediately lost your words. He was looking at you like an animal would, pupils blown wide, predatory. It turned you on slightly, but you were still a little scared of him. “You told me you wouldn’t cause any fuss on that score we took.”

He slowly stepped toward you, eyes devouring you. You were, quite frankly, scared out of your wits and just as turned on by his display. “I- I know I did, but-”

“Just had to get my hat, didn’t you? Why is that?” he said, still approaching you in such an intimidating manner that you gave a little ground and started to back up.

“I like your hat,” you said, reaching up to grab it.

“Nah, that ain’t it.” He held your eyes locked as he moved close enough for you to back into a nightstand behind you. “See,” he said, stopping to lean over you, placing his forearm on the wall above your head—trapping you. “I know you ain’t an idiot. You wouldn’t risk your life all over a hat you liked, one that ain’t even yours.”

You began to tilt your head down to escape his gaze, but he used his calloused finger to tilt your chin back up to him. Your heart pounded as you began to understand why he was such a good enforcer. You also wanted him to have you right then and there, but that was another thing entirely—a wild fantasy of yours that was uncalled for at the moment. “Maybe...” you said, gaining a little confidence again. “Maybe I knew I wasn’t risking my life to get it. Knew I would come out unscathed.”

“Unscathed?” he asked in a deep growl that made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. “You call this unscathed?” He reached for your arm where the bullet had grazed you and gripped hard, making you wince in pain.

“Quit! Please, Arthur, I-”

“Nah, you better tell me the truth right now.” He ceased his firm grip but kept his large hand on your arm as a reminder of what pain he could cause. You began to panic. He was obviously interested in punishing you being so far away from civilization and from any other human being, and the feeling of being trapped with a very overpowered and very predatory man was making your breathing quicken. Should you tell him that you went back for it because you favored its owner so much or would that make him even angrier, gaining you worse punishment for being so impulsive? He suddenly slammed his hand on the wall behind your head, making you jump out of your skin. “Tell me!”

“Fine! I- it’s, it’s you! I grabbed it because it’s yours! Because I, well...”

“Go on,” he said with a grimace, lip curled over his teeth like a wolf. He had gotten so close to you it nearly made you turn your head away.

“Because I know how much it means to you. Being your father’s hat and all. I’ve seen the picture on your wagon.” You hoped this was a good enough excuse for him, as it wasn’t the whole truth.

He almost seemed to sense the guilt coming off of you. “You lie.” The growling words made your blood run cold. They would mean worse punishment. “You better tell me the goddamn truth right now,” he said in a voice barely louder than a whisper.

You felt a heat begin to build between your legs at his closeness and his voice and his harsh way. Fuck it, you thought, what was the worst that could happen? “I grabbed the hat because I want to gain the favor of the man who wears it,” you said calmly, holding his gaze. His expression didn’t change in the slightest, and you decided, again impulsively, to throw all your chips in. “Because I want him to fuck me.”

That was all it took. He snapped, pushing you up to sit on the nightstand and pressing his lips to yours with such force it hurt. Your head hit the wood behind you as he pushed against you, and his hat got pushed up off your head as a result. You grabbed it to keep it from falling off, suddenly very glad to have it on. His tongue immediately pushed past your teeth and into your mouth, all hot and dominant, and his hips pushed right between your legs. His hands ravished your body and began to work the buttons of your shirt as you brought your own hands around to his broad, muscled back. He distractedly and sloppily kissed you as he yanked your shirt apart, pulling the bottom two buttons clean off the shirt. You wanted to scold him for it but were too lost in the heat of his mouth to care.

You moved forward to get the shirt out from behind you and took it off completely. He stopped and looked down, realizing you had nothing on underneath the shirt. He had a dark hunger in his eyes as they raked over your body, and he reached his hand up to feel your breast and flick his thumb across your nipple. The sensation made you suck in a breath, and the sound drew his attention back to you, making him continue the pursuit of devouring your mouth.

You began to undress him then, taking off his familiar brown jacket he always wore and tugging his suspenders off his shoulders. Every touch he gave you was like fire licking your skin, and you suddenly couldn’t have enough of him. You pulled him in impossibly closer by his shirt collar, letting him continue claiming every inch of your mouth and using what little room you had to unbutton his shirt and take it off.

Just as suddenly as you had pulled him into you, you shoved him away, making him stumble a few steps backward. You had the overwhelming need to see him, that body he was hiding beneath all those layers. And you were met with quite a sight—his wide chest and chiseled torso were unfairly attractive. He flexed his muscles involuntarily as he heaved in breaths, watching your mouth part in desire at the sight of him.

He stepped back toward you and picked you up with ease, cupping your backside and crashing his hips to yours as he moved to lay you down on the small bed the cabin had to offer. You both kicked off your boots, stripped each other’s socks, and fought to undo the other’s gun belt and pants buttons. You remembered just as he shoved your pants down your legs that you had neglected to put anything on under your pants either. He pulled them completely off of your legs with what could be mistaken for anger but you knew to be desire, stepping back to admire your nearly completely naked form (apart from his own hat) for only a moment before he slammed his mouth against yours again. You sat up as best you could between his arms and slid his pants off as well, taking his undergarments off along with them. His cock sprang out of them and to attention, and the sight of it alone made you let out a low sound of arousal. He had more girth than any man you had ever seen, and you knew it would stretch you wide in a way you had never felt before. He stood just by the bedside and right in front of you, and when he saw how close your mouth was to his length, he put his hand on your hatted head and shoved you toward him.

Just before you took him into your mouth, you began to try to pull the hat off, as it was starting to get in the way. He swiftly caught your wrist, and you looked up at him in surprise. “Leave it on,” he growled with a dark gaze. You were again reminded of a predatory animal. “Gonna watch you take every inch of me with that hat sat right on your head. Teach you a damn lesson about obeying.” His words made you breathe heavier, made the heat between your legs form a rising pressure.

“Yes sir,” you said as you took him into your mouth, making him emit a long breath of pleasure as he rolled his hips a little to get used to the tightness. You used your tongue like you knew how, twisting and licking around his thick cock, running it over his head, licking down the underside. You looked up to see him tilt his head back with an expression of pure pleasure, then you began to move. You held one hand at his base and the other under his balls, taking him slowly at first to get used to him, then deeper as your throat relaxed. Arthur brought his head back down and placed his hand on the back of your head under the brim of his hat, suddenly snapping his hips forward, making his cock push at the back of your throat. The sensation made you gag, but you continued your work anyway as he started to fuck your mouth harshly, using you like a toy. Tears formed in your eyes at being used like this, but it turned you on something awful. You continued to work on him as best you could before he suddenly withdrew from your mouth, pulling you up and turning you around so that you were on your hands and knees on the bed, presented to him all glistening wet.

“All ready for me ain’t you? Want me to fuck you, girl?” He gently placed one hand on your hip just above your backside.

You weren’t embarrassed in the slightest about wanting to beg him. You had never wanted anyone more in your life. “Yes, please, Arthur. Please fuck me, I- oh!”

He spanked you hard, the sound resonating in the small room. You hadn’t expected the harsh slap and were sure that his strong hand had left a mark. “Remember what I said about obeying?”

“Yes, I remember. I’ll do it from now on, I’ll be good-” He spanked your ass again right in the same spot, leaving a stinging burn on your skin.

“That’s not why we’re here, is it? Why are we here?” You pondered his question, and because you hesitated, it gained you another sharp slap. “Answer me,” he said in his low growl.

“Because I need to be punished!” you yelled, hoping the quick answer would be enough to make him stop.

Sure enough, he rubbed circles on the skin that had grown irritated instead of spanking you again. “Good. You’re right, a little minx like you needs to be punished for not following direct orders.”

“I do. I need to be taught a lesson,” you begged, hoping you would feel his thick cock pushing into you instead of his calloused hands punishing you.

“A lesson, huh? Tell you what, for every minute I was waiting, worried sick that you had gone off and gotten yourself killed, earns one slap.” You hated to hear it. The spanking turned you on, but you didn’t think Arthur realized how strong he was and how much it hurt. He spanked you again, and you let out a soft moan of pain. “That’s one. The first minute I realized you were gone.” He spanked you again, even harder, making tears prick at your eyes. “Two. When I pondered going back to find you.” He spanked you again. “Three. When I realized going back would probably mean finding you dead.” He spanked impossibly harder, making you yelp in pain. “Four. When I knew that it could be a trap for me to go back and I would just have to wait.” He gave three slaps in quick succession, not as harsh as the others. “The three minutes waiting in camp for you.”

Then, he gave you one last slap across the ass, so hard that you cried out in pain. “Arthur, please!”

“That one was for your sorry ass riding into camp like you owned the place with that hat on your head, mouthing off to me like you knew better.” You waited in silence, hoping he was finished. “And then,” he said, rubbing circles into your raised, abused skin again. “You had the bright idea to parade my hat around camp like a trophy for the rest of the day, showing everyone just who was in charge.” His words worried you, knowing you would probably get another spanking for that, but Arthur didn’t move his hand from your backside. Instead, he leaned over you enough that you could feel his cock rest against your skin, and he used his hand to grip your jaw and force you to look at him. “I’ll tell you who’s in charge girl,” he growled. You watched as he took his hat from your head and placed it on his own before digging his fingers into your hips and ramming his whole length into you, making you cry out in pleasure.

“Arthur!” You didn’t have a second to adjust to his girth as he started to move, slowly but completely and filling you up so much it hurt. The anticipation of him fucking you was enough to put you close to your climax before he even entered you, but his movement slowed your build back down, making you want to be completely ravished by him first.

He didn’t give you long to experience this though, as he held his grip tight on your hip with one hand but reached down with the other to brush against your clit. His touch lit your nerves on fire, and your back caved in response, giving him a better angle to hit your sweet spot. He began to run circles around that bundle of nerves, still fucking you slow and steady but fully. It drove you mad. You thought about how he had taken his hat off your head and put it back on his own, the hottest fucking image that would ever be burned into your memory, and he suddenly flicked his finger harshly across your clit, making you emit a sound so obscene that it would make anyone blush. “That’s right. Easy, girl.” His drawn out words made you pant. You were in such a deep pleasure that you were almost scared to feel how harshly your orgasm would rip through you.

Arthur didn’t give you any time to recover, speeding up slightly as he hit a perfect spot within you over and over again, circling his thick finger on your clit faster and faster until you knew you were doomed. “I’m close,” you panted.

“Look at me,” he said in a breathless voice. “Wanna see your face when I make you fall apart. Make you submit to me.” His words pushed you further, and with one last circle of his finger, he slammed into you hard, and you yelled out loud, being pushed over the edge by the most intense orgasm you’d ever had. It crashed into you in waves, and every nerve in your body rang out in pleasure. Your muscles tensed around Arthur’s length, making him groan too. His noise only stretched your pleasure out further, and your whole body went taut with it. It was a wasteland, the after effects thrumming through you.

Your audible panting finally slowed, and Arthur cooed at you. “That’s my girl.” He didn’t give you long though before he started chasing his own high. He placed both hands back on your hips and dug his fingers in so harshly you knew there would be bruises left behind. He quickened his pace that grew more and more brutal, and you grew overly sensitive as he started to snap his hips and bury his cock deep inside of you. His breathing began to be audible now, as it was his turn to use you up and lose himself. He went impossibly faster. He leaned over you then and changed his angle, and the sensation along with the overstimulation made you come for the second time and moan the same loud obscenity as before, a sound that began to push him over the edge. You could feel his movement start to stutter and lose rhythm as your muscles tightened around his cock again. He sat up suddenly and slammed into you, stopping dead as he came deep inside of you and yelled out his pleasure. You turned to see the most bliss-filled, erotic face beneath the brim of that hat. It made you want him even more, all over again. He breathed heavily as he came down from his high, leaning over you. “You’re mine,” he panted. He slipped out of you, and as his come dripped out of your entrance and slowly ran down your inner thigh, you knew he was right. “You gonna obey me now?” he asked as he moved you with him to lay on the bed.

“If that’s my punishment, maybe not,” you said with a smile. “Then again, I think you look better in that hat than I do, so I’ll think twice next time about sticking my neck out for it for my own sake.”

“Good. Don’t ever do that again,” he said, looking deep into your eyes to make his seriousness known.

“I won’t,” you replied, knowing that somehow, the words rang true—you were willing to obey him now.

He turned over and rolled on top of you, catching your gaze with a playful one of his own. “You’re wrong about the hat. You look better in it.” He reached for it again, placing it back on your head. “Saw you ride in with it on and knew I had to fuck it right off of that pretty little head.”

“Arthur Morgan!” you chided. “So crude.” You flashed him a teasing gaze.

“Mmm. Can’t resist.” You didn’t know what he was referring to resisting, but as he moved forward and gave you another long, deep kiss, pushing the hat backward on your head once more, you ceased to care.

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Yuma x Female Reader Smut

Handcuffs, teasing, begging, vulgar language, oral, fingering

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The sound of the handcuffs snapping onto the bed's headboard went straight to your core, intensifying the aching in between your legs. Yuma trailed his hand down the valley of your breasts and stomach, chuckling. "I like seeing ya all tied up, Sow." You giggled. "You see this sight often enough." He kissed your breast and you let out a sigh of pleasure. He lifted his head again and said, "I won't ever be able to get enough of ya." Despite the fact you and Yuma have been together so long, you felt a blush form on your cheeks and your body filled with warmth.

Yuma leaned down, pressing kiss after kiss on your breasts, trailing his tongue down your stomach. Reaching your core he flicked his tongue over your clit briefly. Your thighs jerked. He looked up at you and chuckled. "I can't get enough of your taste." "Taste me more, please." He grinned and obeyed, burying his face inside your thighs and began to eat you out. "Ohhhh...." you moaned, your legs already twitching at the delicious sensations his tongue gave you. "Mmm..." your legs jerked again and he held them down with his strong hands.

It felt amazing as his tongue stroked your folds expertly, loving every inch of you. He kissed the insides of your thigh and you giggled until he bit your flesh lightly and you yelled. He chuckled again. He pressed a kiss to your clit before circling his tongue with it. "Yuma!" You bucked your hips. "Fuck, I love your taste." "More." It was a demand, but your pleading tone took any force out of it. Nevertheless, Yuma complied with your wishes.

You felt yourself approaching release and you twisted and writhed on the bed, moaning as your body heated up and your sex pulsed. Normally you would've grabbed onto Yuma's hair, or maybe the bedsheets, but you were handcuffed to the bed and all you could do was thrash as your lover's tongue brought your closer to the edge. The inability to grab onto something was frustrating but it aroused you beyond words that you had to be entirely focused on the pleasure, with no way to alleviate your tension.

It built until you shattered, crying out. Yuma licked his lips. He kissed up your stomach and inserted one of his fingers. "Mm!" Yuma watched through half-lidded eyes as his finger pumped in and out of you. "Fuck, you're so goddamn wet." You giggled, even as the pleasure increased in intensity. "Well, you certainly made sure of that." You teased and Yuma grinned, still eyeing your womanhood. "Trust me, you were wet for me on your own, Sow." Heat flushed your cheeks.

Yuma climbed over you, naked, strong and tall. You admired his abs, his eyes, his broad shoulders and your toes curled in delight. "You like what you see, huh?" He asked in a deep voice. "Yeah." You breathed out the same time he kissed you. He settled in between your legs on his knees.

With a wicked grin, he began to rub his length against you, close enough to your entrance, but never penetrating you. "Yuma!" You whined in complaint. The aching down there was almost unbearable, you needed him to fill you. This time Yuma didn't cooperate. He kept rocking his hips, so close to your entrance, ghosting over it but never actually inserting himself. "Yuma!" You lifted your legs and wrapped them around his waist. He exhaled, definitely aroused by that. "Not yet, Sow." "Don't you want to be inside me?" You tried, making a pleading face and arching your back, making sure the movement would move your breasts. Yuma's eyes raked over you.

He stretched out, never breaking eye contact, guided himself to your entrance and slowly pushed in. Your jaw dropped and you couldn't help but moan as he filled you up. Yuma, too, couldn't hide his pleasure. His eyes closed and he let out a sexy groan. He filled you to the brim and began to thrust slowly. "Uhhh...Yuma..." you moaned. "Fuck." He breathed out and moaned your name, before dipping his head down and kissing you passionately. You kissed him back, whimpering against his mouth, which made him smile against yours.

He sped up a little and got off his forearms, holding himself up with his hands, his muscles flexing beautifully. "Fuck, you feel so goddamn good around my dick." You moaned in response, again your twisting was futile, the handcuffs making sure your wrists stayed put. Yuma got on his knees and wrapped his hands around your breasts. He went harder and faster and you kept crying out in ecstasy. He growled, fangs glinting. "Fuck, yeah, just like that. Take my cock inside you, Sow." Your legs fell open, now completely wide apart. And you bucked your hips to grind against him, loving as he rammed into you.

His shoulders tensed and his breathing quickened, you knew he was getting close, and so did he. He continued fondling your breasts with one hand and moved the other one down to flick your clit. The combination of his length pumping inside you and him circling your clit made you close to your release faster than normal. Yuma growled again before reaching releasing, cumming inside you and moaning loudly. You shattered as well. Yours lasted longer than his and his eyes closed as he enjoyed your walls clamping down on him. "Fuck..." he breathed out. "I love it when you cum on my dick." He caught his breath. "Feels so fuckin' good." He kissed you and you eagerly responded. He pulled out and stretched out next to you, wrapping in his arms and pressing a kiss to your neck. You smiled. "Yuma, didn't you forget something?" You nodded up to your arms. His gaze followed your nod. He looked back at you. "Nah."

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The Outlaw’s Way (RDR2 Fanfic, Arthur Morgan x F!Reader, 18+)

Summary: You catch a notorious outlaw in the act of robbing the general store late one night. To keep you quiet, he punishes you for it.

Author’s Notes: Look at me finally learning how to write something shorter than ten thousand words :)

Tags: Arthur Morgan x reader, smut, low honor Arthur Morgan, rough sex, semi-public sex

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The Outlaw’s Way

Word count: 2323

“Easy, girl.”

The irony of the way Arthur Morgan purred those words was laughable. But you were far from laughing.

His hand was clamped around your throat, holding you against the wall. You would be terrified, should have been, if you weren’t so busy being aroused by his lowly, rough handling. Far from any kind of easy, no matter how much he said otherwise.

“Open your mouth.”

You did as he said, and his thumb found the edge of your lip, running across it. You watched his eyes, the only thing you could see of his face behind that black bandana. They studied your mouth like it was a complicated score, another job to run and get away with.

He stuck his thumb in your mouth, making you close your lips around it out of instinct. You saw the slightest narrowing of his eyes—a satisfied smile behind that mask.

“So good for me,” he said lowly. “You gonna keep quiet? Or do I have to keep this pretty mouth filled?”

You couldn’t answer, too busy with his finger, too worried by his hand around your throat. He was making shallow movements in and out, just enough for you to move your tongue against him.

He took his thumb away, closing in on you. “Answer me.”

You felt his thigh press against your legs, separating them until his knee hit the wall at your back.

You held in a moan when the friction of his leg scraped against your arousal. “I…”

His free hand found your backside, pitched you forward until you were fully straddling his leg. All the while, those deep, piercing eyes never left yours.

“Use your words.” He tightened his grip on your throat instead of loosening it.

“I won’t tell,” you breathed.

“Won’t you?”

Never. Not if this was what it got you. He had been robbing the general store at your back when you found him, catching him in the act. The store owner was long since retired for the night, leaving you the sole witness to the crime. And not only was it an actionable offense, but he was also one of the more famous outlaws in the state. His bounty posters were all over town. Arthur Morgan, head enforcer to the Van der Linde Gang. His picture didn’t do him justice. But it wasn’t his masculine features that were attracting your attention.

He kept your head pinned back, leaning in even closer. “What if you’re lying? Then what’ll I do with you?”

He gripped your hip hard, hard enough to bruise, and started guiding you back and forth on his leg. You let out a breathy moan.

“I won’t tell,” you repeated, the words mewled.

“I don’t trust that for a second. Maybe I’ll fill you up, give you a reminder any time you think of going to the law about what you saw.”

You moaned. You wanted that so badly you were willing to sacrifice any moral you’d ever had.

“Yeah, you’d like that would you?”

You couldn’t hold his intense gaze. Your eyes fluttered shut, all thought on moving against his muscled thigh, the heat building within you.

He finally let go of your throat. You stopped grinding against him when you heard him undoing his gun belt, looking down to watch.

“Uh uh. You keep moving until I tell you to stop.”

You obeyed but watched all the same. He unbuckled the belt, and it fell to the ground with a heavy thunk, his weapons sprawling in the dirt. You ground against his thigh a little harder when his hands worked his pants buttons apart. Were you really about to do this? Let an outlaw ravage you in the wide open? When he pulled himself out, stroking his cock as he clamped his hand around your throat once more, you had your answer.

“You want me to fill that little cunt, darlin’?”

Lord above, what a crude way to speak to a woman. But you were aroused even more by it.

You hesitated, overwhelmed by the feeling his leg was giving you and the sight of his hand around his impressive length.

His grip tightened around your throat. “Answer me, sweetheart. I don’t like asking twice.”

“Yes, I do,” you breathed.

His lazy laughter rent the night. It drew your attention. You suddenly wanted to see his face, wanted to know if he was as handsome under that mask as the rest of him was.

Before you could go to remove it, he released your throat and stooped, gathering up your skirts. His hand slipped under them, and he had your undergarments pulled down before you could so much as blink. One of his fingers ran against your slick, and your eyes fluttered shut as you released a breath, leaning into the feeling.

He gave a satisfied hum. “All ready for me, ain’tcha? Naughty little thing, wanting me to take you so bad.”

You didn’t respond. Couldn’t. It didn’t matter anyway—he was too impatient to wait for an answer. He hitched the front of your skirts up and boxed you in against the wall, his hips lining up with yours. You felt his cock slide against the inside of your thigh.

“Tell me again why I’m having to do this to you.”

It took all your will to focus. To think. Especially as those eyes bored into yours. “Because I need to be reminded to…to keep quiet.”

You expected a quip in return, but instead he rammed his length into you in one harsh stroke. The beginning of a cry of pleasure spilled from your lips before he slapped his hand over your mouth, muffling it.

“Quiet, girl. Don’t want no one knowing what we’re doing out here.”

He retreated, the pull of his cock against your walls sinfully good. Even better was when he slammed back in, greedy and rough.

He laughed in that smug way again when you moaned into his hand. “There.” The way he drug that word out had you dripping with want.

He started to take you against the wall, your lower back pressing into the wood harshly with each thrust. His hand moved slowly down your face until it found your throat again, forcing your chin back with his need. He began to fuck you hard and fast, the sound of him slamming into you filling the night.

He gave a low grunt at a particularly hard thrust. So did you, but you used the distraction and took his mask between your fingers, pulling it up just enough to see the rest of his face. God above, was he handsome. Your heavy-lidded eyes flicked up to see him staring you down. Hungry.

He brought his hand away from your throat and pressed it against your clit as he continued to fuck you deep. You lost it.

“Please,” you moaned as you gripped his arms, needing relief and needing to get out from under that finger all at once. He had trapped you against the wall. You had nowhere to go, nothing to do but take it.

“No use begging,” he grumbled. “You won’t get no mercy from me.”

You threw your head back, trying your best to stifle your moans. Those cursed words. Why did you covet them so?

His thumb started a wild pace against you, and your orgasm came roaring awake like you had never known true pleasure before. Your moans changed pitch, shooting as high as your need did.

“Want to feel that little cunt go tight,” he growled. It was the last straw. Your body obeyed him like it spoke his language.

You let go of all your restraint and pride, letting this man have every piece of you. Your orgasm hit you like a wall, and you were holding onto the edges of a scream as he continued his abuse of you. What pitiful noises you did manage caught the outlaw’s attention. Your upper back hit the wall hard as he changed his angle. And it was worse, so much worse—he wouldn’t let your pleasure down.

“Please,” you begged, desperate this time. You moved any way you could to get away from his abuse, but he only laughed. Went deeper. Ravaged you with his finger even faster.

“Take it,” he demanded, and there was no part of you that wanted to disobey him. Even though your body was protesting, even though it had never taken such treatment, you relented.

“I-” You gasped a breath. Another orgasm rolled through you like fire, this one so intense your legs started shaking.

“There,” he said low. You could hear the smugness in the word.

You were so high you couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe for a moment. His finger finally drew away, but still he pushed into you.

His hands came around your backside and lifted you, making you straddle his waist when he pushed you back against the wall. You were chest to chest now, and he used all his strength to thrust upward. Hard. You let out such a loud whine that he shushed you.

“What’d I say?”

“To be- oh god. To be quiet.”

“I need to make myself more clear?”

“No,” you breathed, your head falling back and plunking against the wood.

“Good girl.” His voice had a new edge to it—a desperate one. He was close to his own release.

Your breathing mingled with his, and he went impossibly harder, your body never knowing such pleasure.

He let out a panting breath then said, voice faltering, “Gonna fill you up.”

You moaned again, trying your best to keep it quiet.

“You want that?” he taunted. “Want my spend dripping out of you?” You shut your eyes tight, those words stirring your desire again. He was relentless. And got off on those dirty words of his almost as much as you did.

“Yes.” It was a breath of a word. An idiotic word. But you couldn’t resist it.

He chuckled, the rumble of it through his chest so masculine and proud. “Knew you would.” And like he had been holding back before, he gripped your hips and dug into you, his cock pushing so deep you were crying out again. He didn’t seem to care this time, buried under his desire.

His grip became so tight on your skin you writhed to get away. He was pulling another orgasm from you against your will, hitting that sweet spot within you over and over again.

When it surmounted, when you fell apart and he began to, you let his name slip past your lips. He groaned at the sound. You came hard, and he slammed into you one last time, doing the very same. Spilling inside of you, just like he said. It made your high inexplicably better. You basked in it, knowing nothing but the feeling of pleasure for a few blissful moments. Then he was pulling out of you, letting your legs down. You wanted to whine at the loss, wanted him to do it all over again. You couldn’t think that for long as you realized, with burning shame, you were having a hard time standing. Your legs shook beneath you, barely holding you up.

The outlaw laughed lowly, dangerously, when he saw. “I make your knees go all weak darlin’?” You met his eye, and he closed in on you. For a heartbeat you thought he would try to kiss you through his mask, but you realized too late his hands were dropping low. He brushed his fingers along the inside of your thigh, to his spend that had indeed dripped down your legs. If your knees hadn’t already been shivering, they would have started to at the touch. Especially as he held your gaze, gathering up his spend and tucking it back into your soaked core. His fingers dragged against you, filled you with his come, served their purpose. Your knees gave.

He caught you, laughing lowly as he did, and his cursed fingers finally let you be. “You remember that the next time you think of going to the law,” he said in your ear.

You didn’t respond. Numb with pleasure.

He went on. “If I find out you did, I’ll come do it again. And another time after that, just to be sure it takes.” You squeezed your legs together at the very idea of him doing this again.

“And if I dont?” you whispered, voice hoarse.

“Then I’ll do it anyway.” You let a groan escape you, and he laughed as he settled you on your legs a little better, stepping back and tucking himself back in his pants. “Look at you, all used up.”

“Stop speaking like that,” you begged.

He just chuckled, low and deep, as he went to refasten his gun belt. “I’ll stop when you learn your lesson about snooping around on a man.”

You wanted to say it had been an accident, that you hadn’t intended to see him robbing the store blind. But you were also much too receptive to any lesson he was willing to give you to say otherwise.

When he was all put back together, his hands falling on his gun belt in an unfairly attractive way, he stepped forward. He towered over you as that gaze of his pierced your very soul. “Be here when I get back. And keep that pretty mouth shut. Understood?”

You nodded, hoping—entirely irrationally—that he would return sometime soon.

“Use your words,” he taunted, his eyes crinkling in that hidden smile.

“I understand. I’ll be good.”

He snickered as he turned, whistling for his horse. He took one last look at you, a sudden hardness overtaking his gaze. “You better be.” Your knees gave another involuntary shiver. And just like that, he made for his horse and mounted, riding away. No more than a phantom sent to torture you and gone just as soon.

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[verai-marcel]

Another Chance (Astarion x Tav/OC, BG3 Fanfic, 18+, Part 2 of 2)

Summary, Author's Notes, and Part 1 is here.

Tags: Gale x OC, Astarion x OC, angst, tragedy in the beginning, time skip, post-game content, friends to lovers, porn with feelings, prone bone, other positions probably

Word Count: 4886

AO3 link is here, darling.

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Chapter 2 - A New Beginning

Forty-Five Years Ago

Astarion stared up at Sharess’ Caress, building up the willpower to enter. It had been five years since he had been here, searching for clues about a murder. Five years since Sorn and Nym had offered their services to Phaedra as a reward for solving the murder of their coworker. She had politely declined, holding Gale’s hand when he had balked at the idea.

Five years since he had taken the reward instead, to see if he could enjoy carnal delights now that Cazador was dead, his revenge taken with gusto.

He had not enjoyed the night, although it wasn’t the fault of either drow. Instead, he had felt empty inside, his mind wandering while his body went through the motions, pleasuring his fellow elves with his uncanny instinct for debauchery and sinful delight.

When they were done, Sorn and Nym both thanked him for the experience, and told him they would welcome him back at any time.

He hadn’t come back. Until now. 

Nym greeted him cheerfully when he entered, but upon seeing his expression, she frowned. “Perhaps you are looking for something else,” she said, taking him to a table. “A drink perhaps. A time to talk.”

Eventually he agreed to go upstairs, and in the darkness, his mind elsewhere, he murmured her name.

Nym paused. “You miss her, don’t you.”

Astarion pulled back. “Oh, I…” He let out a wry huff. “I’ve never made the mistake of calling someone else’s name before,” he confessed. “What’s wrong with me?”

He had expected her to laugh. He hadn’t expected her to hug him. 

“You miss someone you love,” she told him. “And you came to me, hoping to fill that void, did you not? We are both drow, after all.”

He let her hug him, the platonic physical touch of another providing him some semblance of comfort. “You remember her?”

Nym’s peals of laughter were light and soothing, like the soft sounds of a windchime. “Who wouldn’t? Sorn and I were so disappointed that she didn’t take the reward. She was beautiful. If she had wanted to be our queen, we would have gladly become her subjects.”

Astarion chuckled. “You’re right. She is beautiful.”

“You sound like you just saw her.”

He shrugged. “Only in my reveries.”

Nym hugged him tighter. “Do you wish to lose yourself in me, while you imagine her? I won’t fault you for doing so.”

He swallowed. “It… feels wrong, if I do that.”

She kissed his forehead. “Do you want to just be held for the rest of the night?”

“That… that would be nice.”

After a while, she asked quietly, “What brought you back? You don’t have to answer.”

He was silent for a few minutes, but he finally replied. “She sent me a letter.”

“Oh?”

“It was just a letter. Saying how she’s been, how much she’s been doing in Waterdeep. Asking about me. Quite mundane. And yet…”

“And yet?”

“I just… missed her, is all.”

Nym gently stroked his arm and back. “Sometimes, just simple physical touch, when you haven’t had it in a while, can help ease that loneliness.”

“Hmm.”

“It also can reduce stress and depression.”

“You sound more like a healer right now.”

She laughed. “Sex can be therapeutic, you know. I’ve helped more than a few customers find new ways to heal themselves.” In the dark, she touched his face gently. “It seems like you just need someone to hold you for a while.”

“Perhaps.” He nestled his head into the crook of her neck and melted into her arms. “I will say, this is rather pleasant.”

“Yes, it is.”

For the next four and a half decades, Astarion would become a semi-regular at Sharess’ Caress, but not for lascivious reasons.

He came because he wanted to be held for a few hours and forget the world.

***

Walking along the streets at night after a particularly eventful raid of a Zhentarim heist, Phaedra and Astarion passed by Sorcerous Sundries, the tower lights still on past the witching hour. 

“Rolan needs to get some sleep,” Phaedra commented idly. “Whenever I see him, he has circles under his eyes, and they're not because he's aging.”

“Have you told him that?” 

“I did, and he just ignored me.” She looked down. “I wish Lia was still here to nag him, she would have helped.”

Rolan didn't exactly say why Lia was gone, but Phaedra had learned from some of the other tieflings that she had simply passed away from illness, old and happy. 

Phaedra suddenly felt a sting in her heart. “I'm going to outlive so many of my friends,” she muttered sadly. 

Astarion, to her surprise, took her hand. “You won't outlive me, darling.”

She glanced at their clasped hands, then up at him.

He smiled, his gaze tender. “I'll be here, my sweet. I'll always be here.”

Touched by his heartfelt declaration, Phaedra squeezed his hand in return. “Thank you. I… I've missed you.”

Taking her hand and bringing it up to his lips, Astarion tenderly kissed the back of her hand.

“Astarion!” Phaedra laughed, though she didn’t pull her hand away. “I thought you had given up your rakish ways.”

“The skills never go away, darling.”

She sighed, this time pulling her hand from his grasp. “Yes, yes. And I’ve told you before, it won’t work on me.”

By this point, they had reached Astarion’s home. He opened the door and held it open for her, lightly touching the small of her back as he followed her inside. “And yet you didn’t pull your hand free right away.” 

Just as she was about to respond, he swept around her and placed a hand against the wall near her head, cornering her. He brushed his thumb against her cheek, wiping away some of the grime of the night’s fight. 

“You’re looking a bit more gaunt these days,” he observed. “Have you been eating well?”

She looked away. 

“Phaedra…” he chided.

“I haven’t had much of an appetite,” she confessed.

He sighed. “I’m drawing you a bath, and then you're going to eat.”

***

Phaedra looked around at the ridiculously large bathtub, carved into a giant block of marble. But as she sank into the hot water, the soothing smell of bath salts and rosemary wafting around her, she could only sigh happily.

Gods, this feels so good.

As she bathed herself, she realized that she missed being touched. Gale was constantly reaching for her, holding her hand, or keeping one hand on her, just to feel her presence. Even until the very end. 

Phaedra hugged herself in the bathtub and lowered her head under the water. 

I told him I wouldn't cry anymore. He made me promise him before he died. I made a pact at his gravestone. Godsdammit! I'm so sorry, Gale! 

She let out a pitiful keen, hoping that the water would stifle the sound. 

“Darling?” 

Phaedra lifted her head out of the water to see Astarion kneeling beside the bathtub, his hand reaching out to tuck her wet hair behind her ear. 

She sniffled and rubbed her nose inelegantly. “I'm fine, don't worry about me.”

Astarion shook his head. “You always say that when something is wrong.”

“Damn. You know me too well.”

“Do you want to come out now? The water's getting cold.”

Phaedra nodded. 

Astarion got up and grabbed a towel. Holding it out for her, he waved it slightly, encouraging her to come to him. 

She gave him a bemused look. “Really? I'm not a child.”

“I know,” he said. “Just come here and let me spoil you.”

Shrugging, she got out of the tub and let him dry her off, his movements slow and meticulous. As a drow, she was not shy about nudity; it had taken a long time to get Gale accustomed to making love in the sunlit garden at the top of the tower. 

The thought of Gale again crumpled her heart, and she closed her eyes against the pain.

“It won't ever go away, the pain of missing someone,” Astarion said quietly as he wrapped her up in the towel and held her close. 

She could only nod, her throat choked up with emotion. 

“Let me hold you for a while. You'll feel better.”

She didn't argue, and let him pick her up and take her to his bed, unwrapping her underneath his silk sheets. 

He crawled in after her, still dressed, and pulled her close. She felt so small in his arms, and he was struck by the fact that, even though this incredible woman was the savior of Baldur's Gate, she was also a living, breathing person with needs. 

“Can you eat?” he asked after a few minutes.

She looked up from where she was nestled against his chest. “Erm. Yes, I could eat a bit.” 

He kissed the top of her head. “Wait here a moment.”

Sitting up, she covered her chest with the sheets. This is certainly a side of Astarion I’ve never seen before. So attentive. Usually I was the one who had to make sure he was feeling well.

He returned shortly with a small plate of grapes, cheeses, and cured meats from her room upstairs. “Just don't make a mess,” he said as he sat on top of the covers, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and lazily drawing circles on her arm. 

“Mmm-hmm,” she mumbled around a mouthful of food. Despite not feeling too hungry, she managed to finish off everything. “Thank you,” she said, handing the now empty plate back to him. Looking up at him, she smiled and tipped her head to the side, exposing her neck. “Been a while, but did you want a snack too?” 

Astarion's eyes glittered with unabashed craving. “Always so generous,” he said in a hushed tone. Slowly moving, as if he was afraid she’d push him away, he straddled her, his hands on either side of her head, holding onto the headboard. “I haven’t had you in so long,” he murmured before he sank his fangs into her neck.

Phaedra shuddered. She didn’t want to admit it, but she had missed this feeling, of giving her life blood to him, to feed him so intimately. A soft sigh escaped her, and she closed her eyes, letting him drink deeply.

He stopped on his own, knowing her limits, and licked the last few drops of blood around her wound before kissing it softly. Then, to her surprise, he lowered himself on top of her, nestling his head in the crook of her neck. “Gods, I’ve missed this.”

Reaching up to card his hair, feeling his soft locks between her fingers, she let herself enjoy the physical touch of another, the warmth of a body on top of hers. “We never cuddled like this before,” she commented as she toyed with his hair a bit more.

“We didn’t,” he replied. “But isn’t this nice?”

She smiled. “It is.”

He raised his head and nuzzled her, almost like a cat asking for rubs. Phaedra chuckled at the mental image, a prissy little white-furred cat, demanding and prideful, vain and haughty.

“What are you laughing at?”

“Oh, just the thought of you as a cat, a magnificent bastard of a creature,” she replied with a smile, her fingers still carding through his hair.

She expected him to frown, throw a hissy fit, or something of the sort. Instead, he rubbed his body along hers and nibbled her ear lobe. “Would you pet me, if I was?”

Phaedra swallowed. What is happening. “Erm, well, of course, aren’t I doing that now?” She tapped his head with her fingers.

He raised himself up and undid some of the buttons on his shirt, revealing more of his lustrous skin. Taking her hand from his head, he placed it on his chest. “You could do a bit more, perhaps.”

His skin was smooth, inviting. She ran her hand along his chest, up his collarbone, then back down, until her palm felt his abdominal muscles flexing under her touch. Immediately she pulled her hand away.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to go that low—”

“It’s alright,” he said, taking her hand and returning it to his belly. “I feel safe with you.”

So, so carefully, she placed both of her hands on him and caressed him. He’s ridiculously perfect, how can anyone’s skin be this smooth? Glancing up at him, she noticed his eyes had fluttered shut, his mouth slightly open.

“Astarion?” 

He opened his eyes and looked down at her. “Your touch is perfect,” he rumbled.

Phaedra stared at him, unsure of what to do next. “I…”

He cupped her cheek oh so tenderly. “What is it?”

She looked away. “I feel a bit guilty.”

“For what?” 

“For wanting this. For… wanting you,” she finally mumbled. 

Astarion laughed softly. “Come now, be selfish for once.” He leaned closer, his face close enough to kiss. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

“I… I want to be touched, to be held.”

“I can give you that and more, darling.” 

“Are you sure? I… I feel like I'm taking advantage of you.”

Astarion chuckled. “You think after fifty years of freedom that I haven't worked through that trauma in my head?” He pressed his forehead against hers. “You helped free me, both in mind and body. I never paid back the favor.”

“It's not something to pay back. You're my friend, of course I would help you.”

“And you're mine,” he said, giving the corner of her mouth a delicate little peck of a kiss. “So let me help you now.”

Phaedra looked up at him, his earnest gaze, his soft touch. It would be so easy to forget the loneliness, even for one night.

“This still seems unfair to you,” Phaedra said.

“If it'll assuage your guilt, you should know that I have been aching to sleep with you for some time now.”

“You… you have?”

“Of course, darling. Who wouldn't?” He gently caressed her cheek with his finger tips. “You're stunning.”

“Well, I am drow,” she sassed. 

“It's not just that,” he said. “It's the whole package. Your voice, your smile, your kindness, your courage, all of it.” He tipped his head, angling closer, his lips a millimeter away from hers. “I want it all.”

Phaedra felt helpless under his intense scarlet stare. It was no wonder thousands fell for him. Her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned in ever so slightly, brushing her lips against his. 

Like tinder catching flames, he devoured her, kissing her fervently, letting out a soft moan deep in his throat. He barely remembered to let her up for air and pulled back, smiling down at her swollen lips and her quick breaths. 

“You had no idea, did you?” 

“No… idea… of… what..?” she gasped. 

“How much pleasure I could give you,” he said as he pulled the sheet off of her body, revealing her dark skin, a bluish-grey hue that was unique to her and her alone. With one hand, he traced a line down her chest, her abdomen, stopping right above her mons. His other hand was leisurely stroking her thigh.

He grinned like a cat before he moved her legs apart and settled himself between them. Kneeling before her, he brushed her slit slowly with a finger before running both hands back up her body to draw circles around her breasts. Leaning over, he pressed his lips against her pulse.

“Hungry again?” Phaedra asked. 

“I like to feel your pulse against my lips,” he replied as he caressed her curves, lightly gripping her hip for a moment before running his fingers along her skin, a featherly light touch. When he brushed her clit, she gasped. 

He chuckled softly against her neck. “I can feel your heartbeat racing. Is it because I merely brushed against you, my sweet?”

Phaedra bit her lip. “Who’s to say?”

Astarion hummed. “Perhaps you need a bit more… persuasion.” His fingers pressed harder against her little nub, stroking faster. Phaedra turned her head away, biting down on her finger as she resisted giving in so quickly.

“You’re already so wet, darling,” he teased. Pulling his hand away, he smirked at her involuntary whimper. Smiling wickedly, he began to kiss his way down her throat, to her collar bone, to her cute breasts. He palmed one in each hand, plucking at one nipple as he laved the other with his tongue, making sure to switch to the other in due time. Letting her squirm under his attention, he finally let her go as he raised himself up and pulled off his shirt.

Phaedra’s eyes went wide. Sure, she had seen him half dressed quite often in the past, but it was always after a battle, covered in blood and gore. It had never been like this. He looked healthy, strong, and very sensual. She could smell a slight whiff of brandy and something herbal on his skin, a masculine scent that did something to her lower parts, made her want to spread her legs more and beg to be taken.

“Like what you see?” Astarion asked, already knowing the answer.

She swallowed and nodded. 

He smiled with all the confidence in the world as he slowly undid the front lacing of his breeches. Phaedra could only stare, transfixed. But before he revealed anything lower than the vee of his hip bones, he shuffled backward from her and slid off the bed. With one hand holding the hem of his pants, he crooked a finger. “Sit on the edge and spread your legs.”

Phaedra dutifully did as he commanded, leaning back on her hands as she spread her legs, almost feeling a little shy.

“Delicious,” he murmured as he knelt down and pressed his tongue against her core. A few swipes from his tongue and she was already moaning softly, gripping the bedsheets and moving her hips. Astarion pressed one hand against her lower belly, forcing her to stay still as he pushed a finger into her channel.

“Ahh!” she cried out.

“Gods, you’re tight,” he said before sucking lightly on her clit. Slipping another finger inside of her, he worked her channel, alternating between light touches and deep strokes, giving her space to breathe between intense bouts of pleasure.

“M-more,” Phaedra whined, spreading her legs wider.

“Eager little thing, aren’t you?” He withdrew his fingers, placing them on her lips. “Clean me off first.”

Dutifully opening her mouth, she sucked on his fingers, her tongue licking him languidly. She kept her azure eyes on him, a spark of challenge in her gaze.

When he pulled his hand away from her, he stepped back and let his breeches drop to the floor, stepped out of them, and kicked them away.

Phaedra’s mouth went dry. Oh gods, he’s much bigger than I thought he’d be. Hypnotized by his slow stroking of his shaft, she could feel her pussy getting wetting just at the sight.

He smirked, knowing his effect on her. Stepping closer, he gently pressed the tip of his member against her dripping slit.

“Tell me you want this,” he said in a low voice, his scarlet gaze piercing her with its intensity.

She swallowed and nodded. “Yes, yes, please,” she begged.

Bending over her, he leaned in and kissed her, softly at first as he nudged himself forward. The intensity of his kiss grew as he drove himself deeper inside of her, until he was crushing her against the bed, his hips pressed against hers, his kiss like a parched man drinking his fill. 

It was hard to breathe with how desperately he consumed her. Phaedra gasped whenever she could, wrapping her arms and legs around him as he kissed her while he was deep inside of her.

Then his hips slowly moved away just as he lifted his head, looking down at her with a satisfied smile. Without a word, or any kind of warning, he slammed back inside of her.

“Oh gods,” she moaned.

“There are no gods here,” he chided as he pulled back out of her until just the tip remained. “You’ll only be crying out my name.”

“Astarion,” she whispered reverently.

“Good girl,” he murmured before he rolled his hips forward and began a steady pace, watching her tremble beneath him. “You like being coddled, don’t you?”

Phaedra looked away.

He gripped her neck and forced her to face him. “Look at me,” he commanded. “Answer me.”

Gasping, she had no choice but to answer. “Y-yes.”

With a soft kiss to her forehead, Astarion picked her up from the bed, his cock still within her, and moved her up and down on him.

Phaedra clung to him, once again surprised by his strength. “Astarion!”

“Yes, my dear?”

“This… this feels so good…”

He chuckled. “You feel good, darling.” Climbing back onto the bed, he lay her down and pulled out of her. Gently flipping her onto her belly, he slid his slick cock along the curve of her ass.

“Lift your hips slightly, there you go,” he gently directed, sliding himself back inside of her wet, tight heat with a low moan. Running his hands up her back and along her shoulders, he hummed appreciatively. 

“You are a work of art,” he murmured as his hands lightly skimmed down her back until he reached her ass, giving her cheeks a squeeze before holding her hips steady. He began to move slowly at first, savoring the sensation of sliding in and out of her. But when Phaedra turned her head and exposed her neck to him so submissively, part of his mind snapped.

“Mine,” he rumbled, his predatory instincts kicking in as he leaned over and bit down on her, growling like a beast as his hips moved faster. 

Phaedra could feel a small trail of blood from where he was biting her, but he wasn’t feeding. The bite was more dominating, more… claiming. Feeling so helpless under him as he fucked her harder, she almost felt free by giving into her primal lust. She had no words, only whimpers and moans as he took her, his hands grasping at her breasts, her shoulders, her hips, wherever he could hold onto as he relentlessly drove deeper and deeper.

For perhaps the first time, Astarion was fully in the present, savoring each moment as he claimed her as his, and his alone. He didn’t want to think about anything else other than her body beneath his, the taste of her blood on his tongue, her willing surrender while he fucked her senseless. Releasing his hold on her neck, he licked the blood away, not wanting to waste it as he kept thrusting, unable to even pause for a moment.

Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, he lifted her up until they were both on their knees. He reached down with his other hand to stroke her clit, finding it with ease. 

Phaedra trembled in his arms, her head lolling back to rest on his shoulder. Her cries were almost melodic, in time to his strong thrusts. She could feel that welcome coil of pleasure winding up tighter and tighter. Astarion dipped his head down to nibble on her shoulder. 

“Come for me, my sweet,” he said softly into her ear. “Let me feel your greatest pleasure.”

Phaedra's body spasmed at his deepened voice. Shaking with anticipation, she reached up and clung to him, begging him to stroke her faster, take her harder, drive her to the brink. 

Her ecstasy exploded like fireworks behind her eyes as he sped up his pace, a passionate paroxysm of pleasure that poured through her body like hot oil onto spices.

“Astarion, Astarion!” she cried out.

“That’s right,” he crooned. “You’re the only one who can call my name like that.”

He slowly brought her back down to the bed, laying her on her back and spreading her legs. Covering her with his body, he entered her once more, burying his face in the crook of her neck. His hips moved, building up a rapid rhythm until he felt the thread of desire pulling him closer and closer to the edge.

“Tell me you want me,” he murmured.

“I want you, just you, Astarion,” Phaedra confessed breathlessly.

Hearing her declaration, even if it might have been just in the heat of the moment, was enough for him. To hear those honeyed words from her brought him over the edge, and he crushed her hips with his, sinking as deep as he could. He came in a rush of passion, his eyes fluttering, his moans deep and drawn out, with an expression of ecstasy on his face.

Phaedra watched him in awe, the perfect vision of euphoria as he smiled with utter happiness. Then he opened his eyes and stared at her for a moment before reaching up to touch her cheek. He gently stroked her face as if she was the most precious thing in the world to him.

“Phaedra, darling,” he purred as he pressed his nose against her ear. “Tell me how you feel.”

“I feel so much better,” she said breathlessly. “You?”

“Like this is heaven and I never want to leave,” he replied, wrapping his arms around her and letting his weight rest on top of her. “I could stay like this for days.”

She chuckled. “Glad you’re enjoying this too.”

He nuzzled her neck and sighed. “I am.” After a few minutes, he rolled over onto his side, his hand resting covetously along her hip. “I wouldn’t mind doing this again, if you want.”

Turning to face him, Phaedra noted the almost pleading look in his eyes, though the rest of his face was neutral. You can’t hide your emotions from me, I know your gaze all too well. She covered his hand with hers. “I wouldn’t mind either, if you’re up for it.”

His face lit up, though he quickly hid his glee away behind a schooled smile. “Darling, I’m up for anything if it’s with you.”

“Then how about a cuddle?”

He frowned. “I’m not much of a cuddler, but I’ll try.”

Resting in his arms, curled around each other, Phaedra noted how easily he held her, just as she was about to fall into a trance.

Liar. You cuddle like a champ.

***

Coming out of her reverie before dawn, Phaedra slowly extricated herself from Astarion’s embrace and got up to relieve herself. Returning to the bed, she was about to get back under the covers when she saw a familiar corner of parchment sticking out of the lower drawer of the night stand.

Phaedra recognized it as Gale’s letter, as if it had been hastily stuffed into the drawer. Curiosity getting the better of her, she quietly and carefully pulled the letter out, and knelt on the ground to read it.

My bloodthirsty colleague,

We butted heads quite a bit back in the day, however, you were a true friend in the worst of times, and I’ll never forget that. And you were a friend to Phaedra as well, and she always spoke of you so fondly.

I know you loved her as much as I do; it was clear in the way you watched over her. If you love her still, please, PLEASE take care of her, now that I’m gone. You know she’ll run headfirst into danger, just as she always has. I just want her to be happy and cared for. But I can’t be by her side for the rest of her long life. You can.

I don’t expect you to do this for my sake, of course. Do it for her.

Forever a thorn in your side,

Gale Dekarios

Phaedra didn’t realize she was crying until a tear dropped onto the page. Quickly putting it down, she turned to crawl back into bed, only to be met by a pair of crimson eyes, staring at her. Astarion was laying on his stomach, his arms crossed under his chin as he looked over the side of the bed.

“So now you know,” he said quietly.

“You… you’ve loved me all this time?”

He reached out and wiped a tear from her cheek. “All this time, my dear.”

Phaedra reached up and held his hand. “Thank you.” She looked down at Gale’s letter. “I think… in a weird way, he led me back to you.”

Astarion got up from the bed and joined her on the floor. “And as much as I hate to be thankful to him, I am glad that he did.”

For a moment, she was quiet, contemplating his hand in hers. “In time… I think I can love you too.” She looked at him earnestly. “It may take a while. Will you wait for me?”

He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles tenderly. “I would wait another fifty years, if it meant I could have your love.”

Phaedra grinned. “You know, the old you would have never said such a saccharine line.”

“To be honest, I felt a little sick saying it, even though it was true.”

They shared a laugh, and when Astarion leaned in to press his forehead against hers, she felt like her broken heart was finally beginning to heal.

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End Notes: So in my dumbass headcanon, during those 45 years where Astarion is going to Sharess’ Caress for comfort, there are a few times when Sorn just joins them to trance, because he doesn’t have a customer that night, and the three of them just have a little reverie puppy dog pile. Ugh, such a silly idea, but it makes me happy, so who cares! Tell me what you think of my cravenly self-indulgent OC fic, if it’s trash, or if you enjoyed it, let me know in the comments!

#bg3 #astarion x tav #writing #fanfic #another chance #lemon fanfic #smut

[renlyslittlerose]

Getting ready to post the first chapter of my obikin fantasy AU tomorrow. I feel like my summaries never really do my fics justice, so I'm just gonna drop this quick summary here so y'all really know what it's about:

Anakin is a knight and Obi-Wan his king who, predictably, fall in love at first sight. They get embroiled in ~silly political things like coups and assassinations, but its all an excuse to write them having passionate, lush, romantic sex in the woods. Which, honestly, isn't the best use of their time (especially when they've got assassins and mercenaries hunting their tight booties), but they are both cock drunk so we give them a free pass.

Add in virgin Anakin and Gentle Dom Obi-Wan who likes to call Anakin his "darling boy" and that's it. That's the fic.

#lemon fanfic #obikin

[makriiii]

Caught Ⅱ (Arthur Morgan × f!reader)

Word count: 3k

Author's notes: This is going to be more of a slow burn than I initially set out for. Also, sorry for the slow update!

Warnings: 18+, angst, slightly nsfw, cursing, mentions of blood.

Pt3! Or pt1

Wattpad or Ao3

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Caught Ⅱ

The further you got, once again, the colder it was, both you and your horse now having slowed to a nervous walk. Far from anything that could resemble a road or life beyond yourself and your mount.

You were lost. If that were any descriptor. Lost, cold, and tired. You could only hope Van Der Linde's gang was just as lost as you too, but much further, desirably completely headed in a different direction.

Thankfully, the rabbit you saved from earlier kept you from needing to hunt again. Hunting now would certainly only draw attention where attention was not needed, a fire too. Options were limited, to say the least.

The sky above was as dark as could be, yet sparkled with so many lights. The contrast calmed you amidst the just now subsiding adrenaline.

You blew your condensated breath into the air, watching it fade away with the seconds that passed. Bringing yourself to think on how you'd find your way back seemed impossible. The thought of laying your head into a motel bed completely dominated your mind.

You'd have to try to stop somewhere, soon at least, to rest your horse if you didn't want to run the risk of the both of you collapsing. It'd been hours since you got away with a bit of cash and some measly train bonds.

All of it didn't seem so worth it now for a few stacks of paper. But, at least it'd calm Colm some knowing that the score he'd set up wasn't for naught.

A loud crack rang out.

Your mare jumps beneath you, spooking into a quick canter.

Your whole body seized up as you clutched your saddles horn, only a second did it take for you to glance down to where you felt an impact.

A sudden, deep, burning heat spread through your left arm like the blood that seeped from the open wound.

When you finally realized what had just happened, you whipped your head around, and there he was.

That man in the navy union coat. The barrel of his pistol staring you down as he did.

Adrenaline and shock pushed you into action as you unholstered your revolver, aiming it the best you could at him through the darkness.

Each time you barely clipped him, the bullets ricocheting off the nearby pines as he crouched down at your fire, trying to avoid looking like the trees.

You couldn't meet his eye. His hat nearly covered the whole of his face as he spurred his paint after yours.

He shot again, narrowly missing you, to your relief. Your gun clicked empty, quickly realizing you had already used your whole round.

You clutched your arm to your side, beginning to get weary as you rode. The blood from your arm didn't let up.

You grabbed for your second revolver, knowing you'd most likely have another bullet find you if you reloaded now.

You'd been in situations like these before, though only once did you actually get shot, once that didn't disable you as badly as this.

The terrible aching started to really bother you now, but you couldn't focus on your arm, riding and shooting all at once.

Pivoting in your saddle the best you could, you pointed and shot again, but now he was further. Taken a path left that granted him more cover by the evergreens thick trinks.

There was no use wasting your bullets now while he stalked you like prey, waiting for you to drop. The frustration and fear with this man kept you out of the daze you felt approaching.

You made quick glances around, making sure there were no more of his members also out here for your head as well.

He would be the only manageable option.

Every time you turned and aimed, it proved more and more difficult to aim. Like he kept getting further out. The pain in your arm started getting worse, making you clutch it closer to your chest.

-

Your mind came back to you once you hit the ground. You had fallen off and into the snow, which at least padded your fall.

Everything around you started becoming more fuzzy, the details in the land blurry. You had to do something about your arm and the man, but probably the man first.

You stared back up through the trees, squinting and trying to focus in the darkness that shrouded your surroundings. Wherever he was, he wasn't close enough for you to see.

Heaving in breath after breath, you propped yourself up against a nearby tree, weakly pointing your shaky gun as you waited for the blue blob to get closer.

When you figured he was close enough - too close - you hit the trigger.

There was nothing after that but ringing. It looked like you hit him, you thought so. So you dragged your knife out, cutting your shirt to wrap your arm and put much needed pressure on it.

You winced with every poke and prod, and with your torn shirt quickly soaking up the blood, it gave you barely enough time to turn for your chap, slicing a piece long enough to tie around your bicep.

You dropped your knife as soon as you finished and lifted your arm as best you could to apply your make-shift tourniquet above the bullet wound.

All you could do now was hope the bleeding would stop long enough to get your bearings and get out of here.

-

Your head bobbed up and down on hardwood, enough to wake you with a deep groan. Your whole body ached like mad once you slowly regained consciousness.

"She's awake." Stated a deep silvery voice, which made you shoot your eyes open.

"Really?" Replied a man farther away.

"Pretty sure."

Everything that was happening just now started to overwhelm you in your state of being barely cognizant. You stayed silent trying to recall just last night.

From what you could muster, it seemed like death had caught up to you after all, yet you were here.

You'd been shot. That much you could feel. Your bicep burned and tingled with the puncture wounds that had penetrated each side.

When you cocked your head up enough to look at your blood-stained jacket, an actual bandage peaked through the bullet holes.

You remembered falling off your horse, but much beyond that was still hard to recall.

Trying to sit upright, you found yourself tugging at binds, which set off a swift onset of panic as you started to jerk at them, your arm nearly screaming at you to stop.

"Easy." The first man mumbled. He moved closer for you, grasping for your shoulder that didn't have a terrible stabbing pain in it. You met his eye as he pulled you up with ease to a sit.

He stayed crouched in front of you, got a moment before returning to his seat. A soft and hardly discernible look of concern across his face. Tough but gentle, and he didn't seem to mean you much harm despite the situation you found yourself in.

Upon your upright position, you found your ammo and gun belts vanished, and the only semblance of your items, your hat, crumpled on the floor next to you.

You took a better look around when something - someone - caught your eye, nonetheless like a month to a flame.

That man. His union coat still covered him, his black hat sitting on top of his head. You could never forget that attire. The clothes he wore while he gunned you down in the forest.

You knew exactly what you did to the last man who got a lucky shot in on you, only this time you had to find a way around your limbs being bound together.

You stared daggers at him from behind, desperately wishing he'd at least glance back so you could finally see his face. The face of the first man who had gotten an upper hand on you, the thought filling you with contempt.

You cleared your throat before you spoke. "Look at me, you bastard." Your voice still sounded hoarse over the anger that lined your words, still trying to gain full functionality over your body.

Even though you didn't call him by name or any of his noticeable features, he seemed to know exactly who you were addressing.

He gave the driving reins to the older man that sat next to him, who had his head turned to inspect you momentarily.

"I'm lookin'." He announced, smug as could be.

He was intimidating, more so than what you initially expected. That wasn't enough wane your aggravated attitude, though you did tread with more caution.

He stood slightly bent over to hold his balance before jumping into the back where the other man sat with you.

You eyed him with such malice, yet the expression on his face only twisted into a small smirk.

"You gonna untie me or what?" It was worth the ask, unlikely he'd relent anyway.

"You gonna behave?"

"Sure, if you give me back all my shit. My horse as well, preferably, or one of yours."

A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest at your ridiculous request. "I might've considered it had you left it at 'sure'." He drew out a cigarette and lit it just to puff the smoke at you.

Your eyebrows pulled together in annoyance. "Ask me again then."

He snickers at your second most ridiculous request, playing into it. "You gonna behave, girl?"

"Wouldn't dream of misbehaving." You granted, it didn't reach him, though. His expression of pure amusement gave it away.

"Never been much of a genie, so I can't grant any your wishes." He sat relaxed and aloof next to the first man you weren't sure of yet.

"You already shot me. Untying me is the least you could do. I reckon you could just poke my arm if I start actin' unruly." Reasoning with him was difficult, though you were confident you wouldn't try to fight off three full grown men. He wasn't.

"I'll think about it. If you talk nice."

"I talk nice when I'm not tied up."

"And I untie people who talk nice beforehand." He retorts, infuriating you further. "What's a girl like you doing Colm's dirty work anyway?"

"It's none the different than what you'd do for your boss."

"A train robbery alone? I think that's funny."

"Would it have been if you hadn't caught me last night?" The edges of your mouth curl up in a slight smirk at the thought of being so close to remaining victorious.

"What's even in it for you? You Colm's special girl or somethin'?" His accusation made the small smile that lined your lips vanish in place of shock.

He scanned you all the while, his eyes lighting up when his insult hit where he intended.

You knew why he'd say something so ludicrous, no doubt. Not many of the yellow bellied half-wits in this gang would attempt something like this, for good reason too. Colm didn't give a rats ass for his men, yet you liked to think you brought more value to the gang.

"No." You replied, scorned.

"Really?" He emphasized, hammering down on the nerve he already hit. "Seems more from your end than his."

You wanted to defend yourself, but you were limited in knowing what he'd take your word for. Clearly.

"Doubt he'll even come lookin' for you. Nor your buddy I caught a few days ago."

"We'll see." Your patience, what little you even had of it, kept you at bay, still clinging on to the prayer that he'd undo your ropes.

"Tell you what? You tell us where he's at and we'll go lookin' for him instead."

"I know exactly the same amount as you." That much was true. You hadn't seen him since he made his way up to Colter. But whether they saw it as the truth was beyond you.

He turned his head to the man whose company you preferred. "What do you think' Charles? She bullshitting us?"

"Couldn't tell you," He took a moment to think you over. "Haven't had enough time to tell."

Charles. You had the name of one of the three men that rode on this carriage with you.

"I ain't lyin', you'd have to bury yourself into the man's skin to always know his whereabouts."

"Yeah?" I'm sure there's more you can tell us than that." He stops, staring straight into you. "What's your name, anyways?"

"I can tell you about my ma and pop, but anything else? You'll have to untie me." A small laugh escapes your lips at your own joke, at the absurdity of this all.

He mumbled something under his breath, giving you a dark look. Getting up, he makes his way closer to you and to your horror, he was reaching out for your shoulder that belonged to your wounded side.

You winced at the pain when he clutched you, moving you so your back faced him to reach your binds.

He cut through the strings he tied you with, involuntarily getting jittery each time you felt his blade touch your wrists or palms.

Finally, the ropes that clasped you had released their tension, much to your relief letting out automatic sigh.

"That ain't gonna last for long, so enjoy it."

You blew him off, rolling your one shoulder as you rubbed your wrists. "You gonna do my legs too? Or are you gonna make the poor little lady do it herself?"

"Gonna make the 'poor little lady' do it herself." He agreed, returning back to his seat.

You grunted with each movement too harsh you made with your arm while you slowly undid the ropes, bitter at this man and his yapping.

Glancing up every so often, you met his eye each time. His never left you as you sat there.

He flicked his cigarette off the carriage, placing his full attention on to you. "Alright," He chimes, leaning in. "Where's he at?" Some of his initial aloofness replaced with more serious tone.

"Have you considered asking my associate?" You reply, taking off your jacket to examine your wound closer, daggers running down your arm with each minor touch.

"No. We invited him in by the fire to eat with us." He mocked you with each word that left his mouth. You could tell he was starting to lose his patience.

"I would've told you all about Colm if you had done that instead of shooting me." You quickly filled with regret, your sentence sounding more like an admission rather than a jab at him.

He raised his brows, contemplating for a moment. He took it as an admission as you feared, scolding yourself for it.

"It's not going to get easier for you. Just tell us where he's at and we'll let you go. Maybe."

"And what if I don't know where he's at? You gonna maybe let me go, or shoot me again?"

He groans, realizing he's not getting anywhere with you. You could tell he hadn't slept much - served him right for hunting you down in the forest.

-Arthur's pov-

Upon his initial meeting of you in the forest, he felt slick that he tracked you down through the snow and got a shot in. Yet, he had felt conflicted on whether or not he should kill you.

Sneaking around like you did and just about getting away with robbing them blind entirely alone, he had to admit, was impressive.

It led him to have some level of respect for you, despite being an O'Driscoll.

After Arthur shot at you again, he finally stopped long enough to give it some thought, if he should take you in. Watching and thinking you until you finally fell off, subduing yourself, effectively.

Only when he finally caught up to you at did he realize, you were a woman.

You pointed weakly at him, but your grip on the gun was so meek. You couldn't aim properly. Your bullet sent whizzing past a good few feet to his right.

He stared at you as you tried to stop the bleeding, seemingly not even noticing you hadn't hit him.

Only when you slumped over did he finally walk over to you, crouching down and looking at the wound he just caused.

Arthur took in a deep exasperated breath. Taking in another O'Driscoll didn't fill him with much glee. The rest of the gang would detest it too, he could already feel their ornery.

He called a few times to you, patting your cheek with his glove, but you were out cold.

He'd have to make it quick, looking at your wound, it was still bleeding, though your efforts did help.

Removing your jacket, he reluctantly unbuttoned your shirt to get to the wound properly, getting into his satchel and pulling out gauze.

Once he finished, he returned your clothes to their appropriate place, picking you up and tucking you on the back of his horse.

He took a quick glance to find your horse, mounting and kicking up to collect it when he saw it a few yards off, knowing thats where you kept your claims from the train.

-

Arthur could already tell in what ways you differed from Keiran, the one who was an O'Driscoll, yet so vehemently claimed he detested them.

You seemed to entirely skip begging for your life, screaming, or crying. You spoke to the one who shot you like there was a guarantee he wouldn't do it again.

It intrigued him. Were you just dumb? Being fearful never seemed to cross your mind. He questioned why someone like you was running with a gang like Colm's. Too much loyalty and ambition for a group like his.

But despite his curiosity, you were just as reluctant to speak as Keiran. Just as annoying but in a different way. His patience wore thin and he didn't want to kill you just yet, considering you might have a higher level in the gang.

If that were the case, Dutch would be mighty pleased with what information they could pry out of you with the right motivators.

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