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manias-wordcount · 2 years

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With Death Itself (Ban)

Kinktober 2022 Day Twenty-Three: Rough

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

For some reason, it took you a little bit to recognize him.

You were like everyone else on the day that you met him- ready to take part in the Kingdom’s festivities now that a treacherous battle has been fought and won. And sure, you knew the King’s specially appointed Seven Deadly Sins were going to be there. They were today’s heroes after all. The ones who saved your home from complete ruin and destruction. Even if most of it was still destroyed in the fight. Still, you wanted to forget about the gaping holes in your ceiling and drink to good health and survival after today. It was like you were fighting with death itself. But you lived. So anyone in their right mind would fill up on a drink or two. Anyone like you.

But it had been so long since anyone had seen any of the Seven Deadly Sins. You know you yourself had stopped looking at the posters years ago. There was no point in studying the faces of people from ten years ago, hoping to see them in the crowd. Even if you did think the Fox Sin would be a good fuck if he wasn’t locked up in the (not-so) impenetrable Baste prison.

And then on that night of festivities, a stranger started chatting with you as you filled the pint in your hand. It was a welcomed change from speaking to your neighbors and your friends. A welcomed change with an extremely handsome face. One that felt so familiar that you swore you had seen him before even though he promises you he’s been living outside of the city for around ten years now. Still, you tried not to stare so much at his long, sharp teeth. It would be impolite to imagine a stranger making his mark before you even knew his name. And you tried not to think about the way he towered over you too. The way he towered over everyone.

Though with height like his, it would make it easy to overpower you. Especially now that you’ve gotten to take a closer look at that faded scar on the side of his neck.

You can tell by his laughter that he found the way your eyes lit up in recognition that he was just waiting for this to happen. But you can tell by the way his fanged smirk grows just a bit wider when you ask if there was any way to repay one of your heroes that he was waiting for this to happen too.

But that was weeks ago. Weeks of fooling around town. Weeks of wanting similar things from each other. Weeks of wanting each other. And weeks of knowing that you’ll one day have to say goodbye.

And now, it's who knows how long into your latest hook-up with Undead Ban himself and he hasn’t slowed once as he continues to snap his hips into yours. He moves fast. He always did, but it’s so much more different when he’s moving fast inside of you. So much more intense. In an effort to hold on, your legs move to hook themselves around his back as your mouth parts to let out a loud moan. The sound is almost completely drowned out by the scandalous sound of your wet, wet pussy and skin slapping against skin. But Ban seems to hear you just fine as he smiles into the crock of your neck and fucks you harder.

It’s a brutal yet mind-numbly erotic experience. Over and over and over again. His above-average length coupled with his strength and stamina turns every fuck into a marathon. And with the way he’s rutting into you, this time is no exception. Slamming and slamming into your poor, abused pussy with angles that hit impossibly deep. With absolutely no end in sight. No matter how much you’ll squeal and whimper and moan. He’ll keep going. And he’ll keep going harder.

“You like that?” You feel him whisper against your heated skin in between labored breaths and low groans. It’s so cliche to ask that while he’s balls deep inside of you, hitting your g-spot with every single thrust. But you still find yourself nodding along to his words as your ankles come up to cross just behind his hips and pull him closer. And when he leans down and tucks his head in the crook of your neck to deliver a harsh bite to the spot where your neck meets your shoulder, your nods turn into loud a moan at the sensation. “I said you like you like that?”

“Y-yes, fuck. I do.” You’re whining now. More than you had before. Inside of your lower stomach, a feeling starts to grow. A deep, gnawing feeling. Like pressure building and building- just waiting for you to explode. It ramps up your sensitivity. It makes it harder to focus on anything other than the dick that keeps thrusting in and out and in and out and in and out of your pussy. And the way it just seems to get faster. And harder. And deeper. “I do, I do, I do…fuck!”

You swear your frantic words cause him to chuckle into your skin as you struggle to put the words together to answer his question. But you don’t think much about it as your cunt starts to clench around him in a way that has him groaning so low that you know it went straight to your pussy. Still, it doesn’t slow him down. It doesn’t make him stop. It just fuels his fire. It makes him keep going. It makes him keep fucking you. Rocking the bed and making you see stars as your arms wrap themselves around his back and your nails dig into his skin.

You were like everyone else on the day that you met him. You were looking for an outlet. A thrill to continue the high of being reminded that you’re alive. That you aren’t dead. At least not yet. But it’s the moments like these where you get what you want. Where you get what you truly want. The intense high that only Ban can give you. As he pushes your limits over and over again. As he seems to get faster. And harder. And deeper. Overpowering you.

As if you were fucking with death itself.

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justyouraverageotaku · 11 months

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Sharing Session

Mael x Fem!Reader

Request via anon

Content Warnings: unrequited love, previous fighting mentioned, drinking, kissing, spoilers for season 3 events

You glanced in the direction of Ban and Elaine before turning your attention back to your drink. Tiny droplets of red wine clung to the rim of the glass and you focused on them trying to ignore the familiar ache in your chest. He was happy, that’s all you wanted right? Even so you couldn’t ignore the burning as you heard him laugh his wonderful laugh. He sat so happily next to her and she sat next to him just as joyfully. You had loved him for so long and yet he only had eyes for Elaine…

Your thoughts were interrupted when someone sat in the chair next to you. Assuming it was Diane or perhaps even Gowther you forced a smile and looked over at the person next to you. You were caught off guard to see fluffy white wings, wavy silvery-white hair, and blue eyes- Mael. “Mind if I sit here for a little while?” he asked. “Go ahead,” you replied, glancing over at Ban and Elaine again subconsciously before turning your attention back to your drink. “Hey y/n?” Mael said. You hummed in response. “I’m really sorry. I know that doesn’t fix anything, but I truly am. I’m sorry for hurting you, and your friends, and countless others.” You looked at him and his eyes spoke nothing but true genuine remorse for his actions, he truly regretted everything that had happened.

“Everything is fixed now Mael, you do know that right?” you found yourself saying. He looked at you so you continued, “the Demon King is dead now and you're you again.” You paused for a moment. “Mael, Estarossa wasn’t you at all. You may have been him but he was never you. Everything was the result of magic, you truly aren’t that person.” After that you both sat in silence a bit before light-hearted and friendly conversation began between the two of you. Still you couldn’t help the occasional glance at Ban and Elaine’s table. You watched Ban and the fairy get steadily drunker and more giggly. Your glances however did not go unnoticed by Mael.

“Why do you keep looking over there,” he asked in an oddly soft and slightly curious tone. He had a slight suspicion as he recognized the look on your face, but he didn’t want to assume things. You tore your eyes away from Ban and Elaine and looked at him. Everyone had seen how he acted towards Elizabeth the day you all fought, and even though you didn’t know the full story it was obvious he had fallen for her and she for someone else. Maybe it was the fact you were slightly tipsy or the fact he had asked so tenderly and with such knowing curiosity, or maybe it was the fact you felt he could relate, regardless you found yourself opening your mouth. “Well it’s sort of a long story…”

After you said that he suggested that perhaps you guys should leave the room to avoid being overheard. So you ended up in a vacant room of the Boar Hat sitting across from each other, both of you in separate plush chairs. You sat in silence for a while, him waiting patiently as you thought over what you could say. He didn’t pressure you to start talking, just looked at you with a soft look. You found yourself telling him everything. How you and Ban grew up together, how you came to love him, and how painful it was that he didn’t love you the same way. He listened, giving you his full attention without a single ounce of judgment passing over his features. You didn’t notice the tears falling softly down your cheeks until he was out of his chair, his sleeve was over his hand and carefully wiping your face.

When you finished speaking and the tears had stopped falling so heavily you looked at him. You didn’t see pity but understanding, which helped you feel a little better. You found yourself asking about Elizabeth without thinking. To your surprise he began to share his story. He told you about how he had been treated, how Elizabeth had been different, how badly it hurt when he saw she loved Meliodas. Unchecked tears fell down his face and you found your sleeve over your hand this time. By the time he had finished you realized how alike your stories were and how alike your suffering was. You both comforted each other in a way that no other person could offer; by truly, and completely, understanding. You ended up hugging each other in the center of the room. It was a warm and firm hug like you were each trying to hold each other together. When you pulled apart you found that you felt a little more whole again. Looking at him you could tell he felt the same way. You found yourself thinking that perhaps you had found yourself a new friend.

A couple days later he came to visit again. You chatted more light heartedly than the other day and you found out that he was strangely good at making you laugh. Eventually you were visiting each other almost everyday. Sometimes you’d drink with the sins, go for walks, or play games. Other times when one (or both) of you were upset you would comfort each other. You found over time the Ban and Elaine situation hurt less, but you couldn’t pinpoint why. Well until one day. You and Mael were sitting on the bed in your room. You were mostly just chatting happily and chilling. Eventually Mael started telling you about a book he happened to come across the other day. You had learned at some point that he was an avid reader, as well as someone who enjoyed art. While he was telling you about the book you found yourself watching him more intently than usual. His face held the same gentle expression as always, his eyes were nearly shining (although perhaps it was the lighting), and he wore a calm smile that you had come to love. Love. That was why the Ban and Elaine situation had hurt a little less. You had fallen in love again, but this time with Mael.

You continued to hang out with him normally. However, today Mael had seemed strangely anxious when he asked if you wanted to stargaze tonight. Perhaps he was worried about a mission or something. You resolved to ask him about it later. But now was later, and Mael had taken you to a spot on a hill where the stars seemed infinite in all directions. He still seemed nervous, even as he began to point out constellations to you. You waited until he took a breath to ask him about it. “Hey Mael?” “Yes, y/n?” “What’s got you so edgy?” To your surprise he looked away. He told you everything and you told him everything, so it was weird for him to be so avoidant. You were about to reassure him that he didn’t have to tell you if he didn’t want to when he spoke up. “Actually, I called you to ask you something.” You couldn’t see that his cheeks were tinted pink in the dark and for that he was glad. “Go ahead,” you replied softly, worried about his earlier evasion. He mumbled something too low for you to understand. You hummed in a way you did when asking someone to speak up. He finally looked at you and only then did you see his blush in the reflection of the stars and the way his eyes shone with adoration, “I’ve fallen in love with you,” he repeated gently. A whirlwind of emotions hit you at once. Comfort, relief, and happiness. “I am in love with you Mael,” you replied.

Once you gave him permission he pulled you into his arms like you were the most beautiful and delicate thing in the world. He littered you in praise, soft kisses to your hair, and whispered “I love you”s for a while; then everything fell to a peaceful calm. You both watched the stars holding each other tightly to reassure yourselves that this wasn’t a dream and that the other was really there. Many happy tears were shed by both of you. You had found in each other something both of you thought you may never get: unconditional mutual love.

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summer-nights19 · 1 year

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!!Masterlist!!

Welcome to my blog ! Here, I write fanfic for a variety of fandoms. I'm also into reading and video games, so I might post about those from time to time.

Enjoy your stay ~

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Mini series

Wings of freedom

Levi Ackerman x fem! reader

Part 1- Moon song

Part 2- Alrighty aphrodite

Part 3- Waves

Part 4- Falling asleep at the wheel

Discontinued

You don't know me

Daiki Aomine x fem reader Part 1

Part 2

Oneshots

Shout out to my exes for inspiring the majority of my angst content. Carrying my blog fr 🙏🙏🙏

I'm aware that an increasing number of my oneshots are getting sequels ! If you want a sequel, go ahead and request one, but if you're not interested, all my oneshots can obv be read as standalone stories (except for the part 2s)

Sailor moon

I'm not her - cheater! Haruka Tenoh x gn! reader (angsty)

Your girlfriend is growing increasingly distant, but you're determined to fix your relationship until you make a terrible discovery when coming back home early from a trip

Part 2 was requested <33

Guess we have a part 3 now

Here's part 4 :>

Kuroko no basket

Replaceable - Kise x gn! reader (angsty)

Your relationship with your boyfriend is falling apart, but you can't leave. That is, until one final blow is delivered.

Also, here is part 2 as requested !

Aomine and Kise x gn reader threesome Letting your fav boys completely destroy you together one night at a party <3

Murasakibara x gn! reader how the GoM guys react when they find out you're dating (request)

Attack on titan

Levi x fem reader fluffy teashop au drabble (request)

You and Levi being hopelessly in love and running a tea shop in a post war au.

Omori

Withering gladiolus- Aubrey angst

How Aubrey's grief changes her life after Mari's death

Headcanons

Knb

Knb characters as icks

Please don't hate me ☠

GoM + Takao x afab reader period comfort hcs How they would react to your period mood swings

Knb dating headcanons

What I think dating my personal favs would be like

GoM x S/O who's like Jade West

How the GoM would act with a seemingly mean (but secretly affectionate) s/o

GoM meet Kagami's older sister

How the GoM would act around Kagami's cool, smart older sister

GoM x foul mouthed reader (crack)

How the GoM would act with an s/o who swears a lot

Not fanfic

Videogame reccs/what I think the purrgatory characters look like

Coming soon

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Requests are currently: open

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Hard smut (smut is ok for the most part)

Paedophilia or bestiality

A/b/o

Aus that stray too far from the classic ones (eg college aus, coffee shop aus or mafia aus are all acceptable)

Please bear in mind that if you want me to write about an OC, you'll have to provide some details about them. Also, if you don't specify gender preference in a self insert, I'll automatically write a gn reader

Fandoms I'll write for

JJBA (not part 5 or after part 6)

Attack on titan

Obey me

Ikemen series

Dangerous fellows

Sailor moon

Danganronpa

Kuroko's basketball

Fruits basket

Kakeguri

Seven deadly sins (depending on the character)

MHA (depending on the character)

Pokemon (depending on the character)

Yu-Gi-Oh

Food wars

Omori

Hazbin hotel

Cosmic wheel sisterhood

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overlyimmersed · 6 months

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Training

As the Druid chief Jenna orders her final instruction Maranwe looks over to the fairy beside her. She smiles at him and holds her hand out. Helbram returns the smile and gladly takes her hand as the two enter the cave along with the others.

"Y'know, I'm not sure I really know what training exactly is." Maranwe comments as they float besides each other in the dark. "It's like practice isn't it?"

"Yeah, kinda," Helbram answers. "But it's more intense than that. With training you have to have purpose. You're trying to improve." "I thought the point of practicing was to improve."

"Yeah, but this is different. It's not just repeating the same thing over and over again. You have to push yourself."

Maranwe halts, pausing to think over the perspective. Helbram just gives her times, watching her face as she mulls it over. He can practically see the gears turning in her head.

"Hm..." she responds, finally, "I think I get that."

"Good!" Helbram smiles and lets go of her hand to claps his together once. The sound reverberates around them, which catches their attention.

They glances around, surprised to find themselves suddenly in a chamber. Maranwe wings tilt down a little as her eyes pass over the all confining stone walls, floor and ceiling.

"I guess I wasn't paying attentions..." she reasons, "I hadn't really considered that we'd be underground."

Helbram notes the tremor in her voice and returns his attention to her, "It is a cave."

"I know, I jus-" her words are cute short, turned into a high pitched yelp as she narrowly dodges a cluster of thick, spiked roots shooting up from the ground.

They both look around for the source of the attack and quickly find it. At first it looks mostly like a mass of purple leaves, before it pulls it's limbs out of the ground and hovers above it just like the two fairies.

"What is that." Helbram asks, as they both stare at it. The creature has an overall humanoid, feminine form with skin mostly white with dark blue accents, except for it's face which is brown and material resembling sleeves on it's arms which are light blue. The mass of purple leaves they saw initially resemble hair, and it has three almost pineapple looking fruits growing from the top of it's head.

"It's a type of screamer," Maranwe answers, serious but calm.

"It doesn't look anything like a screamer!" He turns towards Maranwe to argue, and the creature takes the lapse of attention as opportunity to attack him. It dashes forwards and slashes at Helbram with it's root-like arms.

He braces for the pain, squeezing his eyes shut, but it never hits him. He opens his eyes to see why and finds himself face to face with the monster, it's arm straining against a shimmering silver barrier between them. He glances at Maranwe and sees her hand outstretched in his direction. Her jaw is clenches from the effort of resisting the creature.

Movement draws his attention back to his attacker, it pushes off the shield and flies back some distance. The shield dissipates in a shower of silvery glitter.

"It's a Rage Screamer," Maranwe specifies, "They're a stronger sort and act kind of like queen bees. Kind of. The Sound and Strike Screamers you're thinking of are like workers."

"Oh." is all he can manage, still caught off guard by Maranwe's quick defense. "I didn't know you could do that..."

"I've learned to do a lot of things. We should probably focus." Maranwe redirects, never taking her eyes off the threat.

"Right," and he turns his attention back to the Rage Screamer. "So what other tricks do you have up your sleeve?"

"Um, well..." Another root attack interrupts their conversation, this time Helbram is ready to dodge it. Maranwe chooses to block with another shield. "How about you attack it, and I'll defend and distract."

He finds that suggestion a little odd, shrinking from the fight right after saving the day like that. But he complies nonetheless and dashes forward to slash at the Screamer with the stick Jenna had provided when they entered.

The monster parries with it's arm and Helbram dodges to the side.

"Close your eyes!" Maranwe shouts behind him.

He does so, but still has to raise his arm to block out enough of the sudden flash of blinding light. The Screamer sheiks in pain, and Helbram opens his eyes to see it covering it's own face and staggering. He's not entirely sure what Maranwe just did, but he's not going to let the advantage slip away. He decides the give the creature a taste of it's own medicine, calling a number of large roots from the ground to impale it. It sheiks again before pulling itself off the roots and flying back further from the fairies.

"How do you like that!" Helbram gloats.

Maranwe tries to suppress a smile, "We shouldn't underestimate it."

The monster glares at them and lets out an enraged scream, louder and more ear splitting than it's previous shrieks.

Maranwe flinches and covers her ears with her hands, "I think it's mad!"

As if that were a que, the Rage Screamer jumps up, and does a spin before plunging it's limbs into the earth again, this time with more force and a distinct discharge of magical power. The huge cluster of root spikes that comes hurtling from the ground towards them seem to be giving off a kind of magenta smoke. Though neither has the time to consider what it means as they brace for the impact.

When Maranwe opens her eyes again, it's to Helbram's face. She's lying on her back and he's trying to rouse her. She blinks and sits up with a groan.

"You two are lucky," comes a female voice. The two look up to see a less than pleased Jenna looking down at them. "If you weren't Fairies, that poison would have done a number on you. You really should have taken this more seriously."

Maranwe scoff as she gets to her feet and starts to pat the dirt off herself. "I was. He doesn't know how to take things seriously."

"Hey! I didn't exactly know what to expect!" Helbram argues, standing up to meet her.

"I didn't either! That didn't stop me!"

"Just because you're afraid of everything!"

"That's enough!" Jenna breaks through the argument. "It doesn't matter. What matters is that you do better next time."

The pair of fairies both fold their arms and huff, refusing to look at each other. Though Maranwe is quickly distracted from the tiff as she notices an absence.

"Where's Harlequin?"

"You just missed him," Merlin answers, or the magical projection of Merlin, her voice having a strange hollow quality about it. "He went inside with the Captain."

Maranwe exchanges a look with Helbram before both move closer to look into the glowing orb Merlin's been watching.

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vavoomed-for-crowley · 2 months

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Heard it's Fanfiction Friday

So here I am, promoting my works from different fandoms:

Living With(out) You (Good Omens) on AO3

Aziraphale x Crowley x Reader

Aziraphale went back to heaven and Crowley suffers from the loss, trying to drown out his emotions by ineffable drinking. But he forgot that he left an impression on the people around him that actually care and try to be there for him. When he finally accepts to let them closer, he begins to work out a life without his angel. At least until a certain point.

Story Notes:

This is my most recent work and still ongoing. I gotta admit that writing it is a slow process because there's so much to do in my life right now. And I find it certainly hard to add an extra character to the ineffable husbands but the idea is stuck in my brain. It's fun to be back in the game.

The focus of my story is on Crowley's way to recover. For him to learn how to live without his angel and what life can be like when you let people in. There's no unnecessary drama. It's a grown up story about themes all of us can relate to. (Also, this is my first story where I try to keep the reader gender neutral as to involve all genders. Like I said: trying. Don't know if I am doing it right).

A Feeling Of Normality (Marvel Cinematic Universe on Wattpad

Bucky Barnes × Female Reader

Who can understand the pain you had to go through better than someone who went through the same pain? The worlds of Bucky and Reader collide very soon. They develop a strong bond without needing many words but whilst the Reader learns to love Bucky's broken soul, he's still struggling to move on.

Story notes:

The story takes place in the Infinity Stone Saga between Civil War and Endgame. I tried to add the Reader without changing too much about the original story. I think my favorite detail is that I spent so much time watching different scenes to stay as close to the characters behavior and thoughts as possible.

Some Comments:

"Such an amazing story! Gave me amazing nightly reads."

"It's truly perfect. The way you describe the feelings of everyone made me fall in love with this. I also cried at many moments. [...] It was one of the best stories I read on Wattpad."

"I've loved the journey you took us on."

"This was fantastic and I loved every single moment of it!"

An Unknown Bond (Seven Deadly Sins) on Wattpad

Zeldris x female OC

The kingdom is freed from Hendrickson, when the OC named Yami feels a very strong power. The Holy War is not over. And the only way to avert the danger is for Yami to find Meliodas and fight against Zeldris and The Ten Commandments. There's just one problem: Thousands of years back, both brothers meant a lot to her and now it's time to choose a side.

Story Notes:

I'm particularly proud of this one, even though it has some writing errors. It was my first time writing an English fanfiction after a break of several years. But I hadn't finished the manga, the end of the final season hadn't been out yet and I was surprised at how close my story came to the actual storyline, even though an Own Character was added. So let's just say if you've finished Seven Deadly Sins, our endings were very similar!

Some comments:

"Been so long since I've read a wonderful book"

"I'm actually crying, thank you so much for writing this."

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"This was great. I love the difference in the story. Not many can completely change a part of a story and not ruin it. You've changed the story so much but it's still a masterpiece. Thanks for the ride."

"Thank you for making this book. This is the type of story that can drive empty people on [...]. It was fun reading and definitely worth the time."

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aspenmissing · 10 months

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ꜱɪɴꜱ - ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴɢᴅᴏᴍ ᴏꜰ ʟɪᴏɴᴇꜱ, ᴇʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ, ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ᴍᴇʟɪᴏᴅᴀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʏ/ɴ, ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴀʀ ʜᴀᴛ ʙᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ꜱɪɴꜱ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪᴛʏ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ, ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴘᴜʀꜱᴜᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛᴡɪɢᴏ ᴡʜᴏᴍ ᴍᴇʟɪᴏᴅᴀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʏ/ɴ ᴇᴀꜱɪʟʏ ᴅᴇꜰᴇᴀᴛꜱ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʟʏ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ - ᴍᴇʟɪᴏᴅᴀꜱ, ʏ/ɴ, ʜᴀᴡᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇʀɴɪᴀ, ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ꜱᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʀᴇᴄᴇɴᴛʟʏ ꜱᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀ ʜᴏʟʏ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇᴅ ɢɪʟᴛʜᴜɴᴅᴇʀ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴘʀᴇᴠᴇɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɢᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʀɴɪᴀ ᴀʟᴇ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘʀɪᴍᴇ ꜱᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ɪɴᴄᴏᴍᴇ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀᴇꜱᴛ - ᴍᴇʟɪᴏᴅᴀꜱ, ʏ/ɴ, ʜᴀᴡᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʜᴏʟʏ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴀɴᴋꜱᴛᴇʀ ɪᴍᴘꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪɴʜᴀʙɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙʏ ɪᴍᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴀᴡᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ ɪɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀᴡᴀʏ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢɪʀʟ'ꜱ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ - ᴅɪᴀɴᴇ ᴊᴏɪɴꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ʙᴀɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀꜱᴛᴇ ᴅᴜɴɢᴇᴏɴ. ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ ɪꜱ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀɴ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴏɴ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴛᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ꜱɪɴꜱ ᴡʜɪʟꜱᴛ ʙᴀɴ ᴡᴀɪᴛꜱ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜɴɢᴇᴏɴ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3

ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅɪᴇ - ɢᴏʟɢɪᴜꜱ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴇʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇʟɪᴏᴅᴀꜱ' ꜱᴡᴏʀᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴏɴᴇꜱ, ʏ/ɴ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛᴀʀɢᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ. ᴡʜɪʟꜱᴛ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴡᴏʀᴅ, ᴍᴇʟɪᴏᴅᴀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʏ/ɴ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇɴꜱ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴏ ᴇꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏɪꜱᴏɴ ꜱʜᴏᴡɪɴɢ, ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴀɴ ᴀᴜʀᴀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇꜱ ɢᴏʟɢɪᴜꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʜᴀꜱᴛʏ ʀᴇᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3

ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴇᴍ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ - ᴀꜱ ᴇʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ʙᴇᴀᴛᴇɴ ᴜᴘ ʙʏ ʀᴜɪɴ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴀ�� ɪꜱ ᴄᴀᴜꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʟʟᴜᴄɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ; ʀᴜɪɴ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜɴɪꜱʜ ᴇʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ꜱᴏ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴍᴇʟɪᴏᴅᴀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʏ/ɴ Qᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɪᴅ, ᴛʜᴜꜱ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴜɪɴ, ᴡʜɪʟꜱᴛ ᴅɪᴀɴᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴇꜱ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇꜱɪᴀ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 4

ᴀ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴜɴɪᴏɴ - ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ, ɴᴏᴡ ᴊᴏɪɴᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙᴀɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏx ꜱɪɴ, ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɢᴇʀ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪꜱ ʀᴜᴍᴏᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀʀ ꜱɪɴ ʜᴀᴅ ɢᴏɴᴇ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3

ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴜʀꜱᴜᴇʀ - ᴋɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀɴ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ꜰɪɴᴀʟ ꜱʜᴏᴡᴅᴏᴡɴ; ʜᴏʟʏ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ ɢᴜɪʟᴀ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇꜱ ᴍᴇʟɪᴏᴅᴀꜱ, ᴅɪᴀɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ; ʙᴀɴ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ ᴇʟᴀɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ. ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏ/ɴ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ ᴛʏʀᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜱ ʀᴇᴜɴɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ʙᴏʏ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1

ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴘᴜʟꜱᴇ - ʏ/ɴ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜰᴇʟᴛ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʏʀᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴋɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ ɢᴜɪʟᴀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʜᴀꜱᴛɪᴇꜰᴏʟ. ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴘɪᴛᴀʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ꜱᴇᴇᴍɪɴɢʟʏ ᴜᴘ, ʙᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇʟᴀɪɴᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ, ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʙɪᴅ ꜰᴀʀᴇᴡᴇʟʟ ʙʏ ᴇʟʟᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴜɪɢɪ, ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴀɪᴢᴇʟ ꜰɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ꜰᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴀʟ - ᴠᴇʀᴏɴɪᴄᴀ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ɢʀɪᴀᴍᴏʀᴇ, ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʜᴏᴡᴢᴇʀ. ʜᴇ ᴀꜱᴋꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴀʀɴꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ. ʏ/ɴ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴍᴀɴ, ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴇᴇᴍꜱ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʙᴏᴜɴᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴏʀᴛ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ. ᴋɪɴɢ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴄᴀɪɴ ʙᴀʀᴢᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘᴜꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɴɢ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴀʟ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪꜱ ᴍᴇʟɪᴏᴅᴀꜱ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ʙᴀɴ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3

ᴘᴇɴᴛ-ᴜᴘ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ - ᴍᴇʟɪᴏᴅᴀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀɴ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ɢᴏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇʟɪᴏᴅᴀꜱ ɪꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴡɪɴ ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀʟʟ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ. ʙᴀɴ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜɪɴɢ ʙʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜᴛ ᴍᴇʟɪᴏᴅᴀꜱ ɢʀᴀʙꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜᴇꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴡʀɪꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴀꜱᴛꜱ ʜɪᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɴɢ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3

ʙʟᴏᴏᴅᴄᴜʀᴅʟɪɴɢ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ - ᴍᴇʟɪᴏᴅᴀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʏ/ɴ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ɢᴜɪʟᴀ ʙᴜᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ʙʏ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀɪɴ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴇᴄʜɴɪQᴜᴇ. ᴋɪɴɢ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ʙᴀɴ, ʏ/ɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇʟɪᴏᴅᴀꜱ ᴜɴᴄᴏɴꜱᴄɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜱ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʙʏ ɢᴜɪʟᴀ. ʜᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇꜰᴇᴀᴛꜱ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ. ᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴇʟʟꜱ ʜᴀᴡᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇʟɪᴏᴅᴀꜱ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀʀᴏɢᴀᴛᴇꜱ ɢᴜɪʟᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴇʀɪᴄʜᴏ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3

ᴀ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏʟᴅ - ʏ/ɴ'ꜱ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ɪꜱ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɢᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴠʀᴏɴᴄᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ. ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ, ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴀ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ 2 ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇꜱᴛ. ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪꜰʏ ɪꜱ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴘᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪᴄᴇ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 4

ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ - ʙᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴇʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ, ʜᴀᴡᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀꜰᴇᴛʏ, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴅɪᴀɴᴇ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ꜱɪᴢᴇ, ʏ/ɴ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴀɴᴇ ᴡɪᴇʟᴅꜱ ɢɪᴅᴇᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄʀᴜᴍʙʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴏꜰ ʏ/ɴ'ꜱ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ, ꜰᴏʀᴄɪɴɢ ʜᴇʟʙʀᴀᴍ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɢᴜɪʟᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴇʀɪᴄʜᴏ ɪɴ ᴛᴏᴡ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3

ᴀ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ʙᴏᴏᴋꜱ - ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴀʀ ʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜰᴀʀᴍ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɢᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴀᴡᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɢᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪɴꜱ, ᴍɪɴᴜꜱ ᴅɪᴀɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ, ɢᴏ ʜᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ. ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴄʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ꜱᴄʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴀ ꜰᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ꜱɪɴ'ꜱ ꜱᴜɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀʀᴍᴏᴜʀ, ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1

ᴜɴʜᴏʟʏ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ - ɢᴏᴡᴛʜᴇʀ ɢɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴍᴏʀ ɢɪᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀᴡɴ ʀᴏᴀʀ ɪɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴠɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜᴅʀᴀᴡ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ. ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋꜱ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴍᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋꜱ ᴍᴇʟɪᴏᴅᴀꜱ, ʏ/ɴ, ʙᴀɴ, ᴋɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴡᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅꜱ, ᴘʀᴏᴠᴏᴋᴇᴅ - ɢᴏᴡᴛʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴊᴏɪɴꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ꜱɪɴꜱ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇꜱ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ʙʏ ᴜꜱɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇʟᴜɢᴇ ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴇᴀᴍᴍᴀᴛᴇꜱ' ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇꜱᴛ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴇʟɪᴏᴅᴀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʏ/ɴ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄᴏᴍʀᴀᴅᴇ ᴍᴇʀʟɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴅɪꜱʙᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴡʜʏ ʏ/ɴ ꜱᴇᴇᴍꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴇᴀᴋᴇꜱᴛ. ᴇʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ ɪꜱ ᴀʙᴅᴜᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʟʏ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴠɪᴠɪᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴏɴᴇꜱ ᴄᴀᴘɪᴛᴀʟ, ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍᴇʟɪᴏᴅᴀꜱ, ʙᴀɴ, ʏ/ɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴡᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴜꜱᴛ ɢᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

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atxxokirina · 9 months

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Seven Deadly Sins.

Gluttony.

noun • habitual greed or excess in eating

Lo'ak x Fem Na'vi Reader | 18+, MDNI

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Contains: SMUTTY SMUT, pussy eating and fingering, dom Lo'ak, denial and edging, squirting, very VERY slight mention of somnophilia at the end, i think that's everything .

Author's note / plot: I decided to do a series based off of the Seven deadly sins, which are pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath, and sloth. I have plans for multiple fics including each sin, and each one will consist of different Avatar characters. <3 hopefully you all love this idea as much as I do!

It was no secret that Lo'ak loved eating pussy— yours, of course. He worshipped it. Obsessed with your tangy slick, the way it pulsated around his fingers and tongue, and your perfect little clit.

Lo'ak squeezes the plush of your thighs, holding them open as you struggle to stay still. "Stop moving mama, let me finish eating this cute pussy." He mumbles on your cunt, half of his tongue meeting with your spongey walls as he suctioned your clit. "I-I'm trying..!" You gasp, followed by a moan. He's been at this for Eywa knows how long. You feel so you numb and sensitive. "Lo'ak, please.. I-I can't cum again." You whined. Trying to scoot your hips back, but to no avail. He simply growls, sending vibrations to your cunt which just made your hips fall back. "I'm not done with my meal yet, mama." He teases in a low tone, smacking your mound, resulting in a high pitched whimper. "Stop.." You breathe out, fighting back another orgasm. Lo'ak scoffs, repositioning himself. He scissors your folds open with two digits, kitten licking the puddle of wetness that spread onto your thighs.

"You know.." He starts, teasing your entrance with his fingers. "I thought I told you about telling me what to do," you hum, followed by a whimper. Looking down, you see a dark look in his eyes. Darker than usual. "L-Lo'ak, what are you doing.." He ignores you. "..because, I'm in charge here, and not you, yeah?" He emphasizes the last word with a huff, plunging his long fingers into you, curling them up and reaching your sweet spot. Your eyes shut themselves closed. Breath shuddering while needy moans fall from your mouth. "Mmmm!" You squeal, tears began to form in your eyes as his digits pounded you nonstop. "I'm- cumming! I'm gonna cum, oh shit.." You feel your heartbeat pattern change drastically as your lower core tightens. "Yeah mama, squirt in my fucking mouth. Let go for daddy." He quickens his pace, jamming his digits into your sweet spot even more as he makes out with the rest of your cunt.

Your body lets go. Thighs shaking as the clear liquid spews out of your pussy, eyes rolling back while you grip Lo'ak's head. Pushing him down. He catches your squirt in his mouth, swallowing without hesitation. "Fuuck," Lo'ak groans as he slurps the residue off, listening to your moans die down as you pant. He lets your thighs go, climbing on top of you. "Wake up." He grumbles, cuppping your cheek, moving your face from either side. "I don't care if you're passed out, mama. I'm still gonna eat." Was the last thing you heard before he went back down..

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mooneeswrld · 2 months

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WHAT IS LIKE TO BE QUEEN ?

(CHAOS!ARTHURxREADER)

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pairings : agedup!chaos!athur x reader

warnings : forced marriage, mention of blood, violence, overprotecting, a bit of yandere, chaos power, slight dirty talks.

summary : as a daughter of a brilliant knight of Liones, you grown up in a abusive familyhood. you then escaped of this situation and someone’s knight were looking for a bride for their king just as they saw you running out…

PROLOGUE -> PT.1 -> PT.2

“i cannot…ah…just stay there…ah…while doing nothing…!” I said to myself while I was running without turning back as my drunk father yelled to me to come home and stop my “bullshits”.

I was still in my street, not running fast because of my heavy armor and sword. but the good side is that I wasn’t being chased by an alcoholic person that I call “father”.

so I stopped running for a while, my face all red because of the effort. I started walking out of Liones till I bump in someone with long white hair.

“ow…watch where you’re goin-“ I exclaimed till I face the person that turned back.

wait…

“sorry miss !!” said the freaking prince Tristan surrounded by his…friends ?

“o-oh ! do not apologise your majesty it’s for me I-“ I’ve been cut by him chuckling curiously. we know each other slightly, my dad know his dad a bit so we saw each other often.

“oh come on, (y/n), not those manners between us !!” he smiled at me after saying that. I smiled back but nervously, I was kinda hurry.

“oh okay, if you say so, Tristan” I chuckled softly between my words. I looked at the people behind him and looked at a girl that was clearly scaring me. she looked at me with furious eyes, that’s a girl I often saw around Tristan and two other guys.

“anyway, what were you doing in such a hurry ?” those words were from a guy I recognised between all : Lancelot. I frowned, knowing he knew about my abusive father. I then thought again about the fact that I needed to leave right the way.

“u-uh…doing exercises !!” I said seriously but nervous too because I was lying.

“LIAR !” screamed a blue haired girl from behind a lil man with a purple helmet. I jumped as she screamed and looked at her with wide eyes. how could she know anything about me and my reason to leave ??

“I-uh…excuse me…what ?” I said kinda nervous because of the feeling of all the gaze on me.

“I said : you’re lying” she said sure of herself.

“how can you be sure of that ?” I asked without any bad talking, I was just so confused. as she was going to talk about her “thing”, Lancelot explained.

“she can see when people are lying, blah blah blah… anyway, what. were. you. running. off. from ??” he frowned as Tristan did too. I started feeling stress in my tummy.

“I-uhh…I was-“ I’ve been cut again by Tristan touching my shoulder while saying with worried eyes.

“do you want me to call my father for any help ?? he could talk to your paren-“ he had been cut too by me saying clearly and loudly “nope !”

“DON’T CUT WHEN SIR PRINCE TRISTAN LIONES IS TALKING !” yelled the freaking scary girl that was staring at me badly since I got here.

the little kid with a purple helmet said with all his innocence which was so cute “hello ! I’m Percival ! who are you ?”

I jumped again “what are their problems ?? they are all talking at the same time : there’s a girl screaming at me “liar” another tell me life lessons, a boy is presenting himself and Tristan is saying if I need help of his father !!”

calm down (y/n).

before I could say it, Lancelot did it : “wow, guys, you’re all talking at the same time ! calm down !!”

I felt my tension decrease slowly as I looked at the little boy and said with a nice smile “hey ! I’m (y/n) nice to meet you Percival !”

he smiled and chuckled before saying “nice to meet you too !”

“anyways guys i really need to go now…for my reasons.” I started walking forward again before a hand placed on my shoulder.

“will we met again, (y/n) ?” said Tristan with a worried look before I saw Lancelot having the same look. I chuckled before turing to them.

“of course we will, I promise”

he smiled as a relief before I waved to them and ran back out of Liones.

~~~~

as I ran out of Liones, a bag of clothes in my hands, I couldn’t stop thinking about ‘what if Tristan tell his dad ??’

but I trust Tristan, he know that I wasn’t okay with it, he wouldn’t do it…right ?

I stopped running when I bumped into someone in the stable at the exit of Liones. the shock ad a sound of two metals hitting each other. am I bumping into everyone now or what ?

“excuse me” I said not bothering looking at the man, a knight to be more precise.

the man said nothing, just looking at me weirdly. he was looking at me like some model that needed to be perfect. suddenly he touched my hair, I then gasped, reminding of an old memory. I then slapped his hand out of my hairs and looked furiously at him.

“what do you think you’re doing ?!” I exclaimed calmly but with a furious tone.

“would you see yourself as a queen ?”

my eyes widen, what was he on about ?? I felt the aura of others knights hiding somewhere. I felt my breath heavier. and looked at him to respond.

“what are you talking about, you fool ? I won’t marry Tristan !!” I exclaimed slightly confused. I started walking to my horse, trying to get out of this…trap I think ?

“I’m not talking of Liones here” he said with a more serious tone. his eyes locked on me, trying to look at my body trough my armor.

I gasped as I prepared my horse, nearly finished so I can ran out.

“w-well…no, I know it’s some random jokes. now if you’ll excuse me” I said as he chuckled after it. I jumped on my horse looking at him from the top of my horse.

he smiled and said “we’ll see about that then. we will met again, and this time we will take you and bring you to our king”.

I gasped and turn my horse around and started going away from the stable and them. why is this day so awful ??

~~~~

as hours passed fast, my horse felt more and more tired and the was going to let his place to the moon. I then thought that I needed to stop at an hostel. I then went to closer village from where I was.

when I finally saw a village where people lived peacefully. I put my horse in the stable of the village. and then rushed in the hostel, it was already the night.

the hostel was a small one. after I prayed, wishing there was still free rooms, I entered in.

“hello ma’am ! how can I help you ?” said the person directly when I entered : which makes me jump.

“hello, can I get a room for tonight. I’m alone” I smiled slightly at the old man.

“uuh…let me check…yeah…we have still two rooms free so you can get a room” said the old man as he took a key behind him. “It’ll be the room 5”

I took the keys and said thanks and good night as I started walking to my room. when I entered, I heard loud man laugh on the room beside mine, great. I entered my room and started taking my shower.

as I stopped the water and was ready to dry myself, I stopped. I was frozen in place as I heard the conversation of my neighbours.

“yeah…ahah ! King Arthur is searching for a wife…I think our mission is over since we found this girl thus morning in the stable…ahahah, it was quick !”

wait…

what did he said ??!

I started panicking, my first move is to grab my towel and dry myself with a fast and nervous way. ‘(y/n), you’re completely alone right now, if they happen to see you…as the knights of King Arthur…you’re dead’

this night, I didn’t slept well : you know why.

~~~~

the next morning got really fast. you woke up, got ready and got out of your room to checkout the night as the freaking knights were in the bar of the hostel. you gasped, panicking again when the old man called you loudly.

“good morning ma’am ! was everything okay ?”

you wanted to crush his face against his fucking desk. you took a big inspiration and walked in. feeling the gaze of the knights.

“I’d like to checkout” you said as you glared at the poor old man. you then payed and walked fast out of the hostel but…a hand grabbed your shoulder.

“we met again…ma’am” said the knight of the other day. I decided to act dumb :

“excuse me, who are you ?” you said as you grabbed his hand on your shoulder, put it away and glared at him.

“oh, don’t worry, you’ll know soon”

“wait,wha-“ after this, I felt a big blow on the said of my head that knocked me down…

shit…

*to be continued*

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All Good Girls Go To Heaven

Pairing: Mafia Bucky Barnes x Christian Girl

Warnings: Smut, BDSM, Spanking, Fingering, Dominance, Submission, Bondage, Name Calling, Punishment, Worshipping, Sir Kink, Innocent Girl

Notes: Entry for @nickfowlerrr writing contest seven deadly sins contest. I hope you like it, let me know what you think in the comments and hope this fits the rules of the contest

Lust - Strong Sexual Desire

Mary looked over her shoulder, checking the coast was clear. Although she had done this a hundred times, she was still cautious each and every time. Escaping her security had become like second nature to her now and she was so good at it that she didn’t even have to make up silly excuses like she did in the beginning. Being the daughter of the president of the united states of America meant full protection at all hours of the day, even when she was sleeping. Her father was hot on her security and they were tighter than the knots on her sneakers. But she had the knack for escaping them. Being at a Christian boarding school meant she had her own dorm and that meant privacy. Her security never entered unless she permitted it and she could keep them waiting out there all night if she wanted. Her trick was sneaking out the window and making a dash for it, playing her music low as if to create the illusion she was studying.

If they knew where she was running off to, they’d have a heart attack and so would her father. Mary was a sweet girl, a Christian by heart. Growing up in a Christian girl's school, she never had the interaction with boys like some of her other friends did and she never experienced the so-called relationships you had with them. Never had she been kissed, touched or held by a man. Not until she met him.

Mary pulled her cardigan closer around her shirt and skirt, her white sneakers scraping across the concrete and scuffing the ground. There was a slight breeze in the air and she hurried along, feeling a sweat break out as she slowly reached her destination. She couldn’t help the paranoia set in as she jogged up the marble steps of the grand hotel, bright warm lights greeting her as she entered through the revolving door, soft music playing above. It was quiet and dead. She had been here many times and each time she entered, she was just as nervous as the last. Nervous in a good way and a bad way. She looked young, with her brown hair held back by a red headband, her Christian uniform screaming innocence. Often times she’d get stares from the worst kind of people creeps that sat in the bar across from the reception, loudly laughing as they drank liquor till they were stumbling home. This wasn’t any old hotel.

Despite her being here a few times, she couldn’t help the innocence flood through as she reached the desk, peering over the large wooden surface and was greeted by the beautiful Lily. Dressed in a tight latex dress and heels, her hair curled and bouncy, with long nails and smoky eyes. Every time she made her nervous.

“Oh good you’re here, he’s waiting for you” she smirked, leaning on the desk and she blushed, thanking her quietly before making her way to the elevators. Mary waited patiently as the elevator took her to the upper floor, pinging open to the long hallway of rooms and she made her way down to the suite at the end. The biggest room available here and it was all his.

The tingles in her stomach were building and she blushed more, biting her lower lip as she became excited and hot. Remembering her manners, she knocked on the door, waiting for his command and when his soft voice spoke, she entered the room. It was warm, with the soft scent of vanilla and the warmth of the candles lighting the room. The clean smell of polished wood could just be identified through the vanilla. The sickly smell of strong leather was also in the air and the smells brought back memories.

There he was, standing in all his glory, dressed immaculately in a dark suit of black, a double-breasted jacket, tight trousers and polished shoes that cost hundreds of dollars. His cologne could be smelt from the other end of the room, rich and pungent, stabbing through the soft aromas. He turned around, spotting her at the door and smiled, confidently looking towards Mary who couldn’t help the grin on her lips.

“I thought you weren’t coming for a second then” his dark sexy voice broke the silence between them.

“I had to make sure my security was busy” she admitted and he smirked.

“Good girl” he praised and it sent a tingle down her body. Those simple little words could make Mary fall to her knees for him and she just might. After all, he was her master, her owner, dominant and lover. He was the most ruthless mafia boss in the city, the most dangerous man ever to be heard of and she belonged to him… James Barnes.

Christian girls were supposed to be innocent and untouched. But not Mary. Ever since she ran into him that day, she couldn’t get him off her mind and vice versa. He was infatuated with her, couldn’t stop thinking about her and wouldn’t until he had her. Before she was like an untouched flower and now she was used in any way shape or form that he desired and Mary loved it. Craved it. It goes against everything she knew growing up, what she believed in but his lust for her was like an addicting drug, dragging her further into his darkness.

James padded over to her, shoes clicking on the polished floor as they met halfway into the hotel room. Mary looked up at him, eyes wide and lips slightly parted as he towered over her, smirking.

“You know this uniform does things to me” he whispered, running his eyes up and down her beautiful body. Her short skirt was teasing him and her long socks and sneakers proved how innocent she could be. If her father knew of the dirty things she had done, he would send her far away so she would never be touched by another man again. James lusted for her, lusted to put his hands on her, to mark her, to own her and to use her, like a personal sex toy. If there was one thing he enjoyed more than anything it was a girl submitting to his desires.

“Yes Sir” she whispered and James cupped her face, his long fingers curling around her head, bringing her closer as he leaned down. He kissed her hard, biting her bottom lip and dragging it out, letting it pop back. Mary moaned, falling into her own desires, her own fantasies. James immediately began to undress her, long fingers unbuttoning her cardigan, throwing it to the side and moving to her shirt. His hands were warm and soft, his long fingers slightly tickling her as he traced over her arms. Mary stared up at him, infatuated like a spell had been cast upon her. She was must shorter compared to James.

James ripped her shirt off, throwing it across the room, the buttons clattering on the polished floor. She was wearing her lace white bra, just for him and he moaned, running his hands over her breasts, squeezing as he slipped them around her back and unhooked her bra with ease, releasing her small breasts. Mary couldn’t help the moan escaping her as he cupped them, the warmth from his hands radiating onto her. It made her wet down there and she was shaking with pleasure.

“Finish getting undressed” he ordered softly and she nodded quickly, rushing to take her skirt off whilst James padded over to one of the walls of the room. This wasn’t your average hotel. This was a place for men and women to express their fantasies and desires, their pleasures, to explore their sense of pain. A place to safely exercise the practice of pleasure and pain, bondage and discipline, submission and domination. Hanging on the walls of each room were various implements, ropes, leathers, cuffs, metals, chains and belts. Hidden in the draws were toys of every kind, garments of clothing hanging in the wardrobes, and sensory deprivation items to add that little bit of something.

James grabbed a pair of leather cuffs, simple but effective. Dangling them from his finger, he swaggered back over to Mary who was standing in her long socks and sneakers and panties, the white lace ones that matched the bra. She waited patiently, smiling as he came over but with a stern look on his face.

“I said get undressed” he scolded and Mary swallowed, racing to take her panties and shoes off along with her socks. She wasn’t the greatest at listening or taking orders from her master and most likely would receive a punishment, not that she was complaining.

“Sorry Sir” she breathed, standing fully naked now in front of him, completely on a show for him and he grinned.

“That’s better” The cuffs were wrapped around her wrists, tightened and locked. The simple black leather against her pale skin made James harden under his tight trousers and he smirked as he stared down at her, teasing her with his fingers as he trailed them over her body. The feel of the leather made Mary wet and hot and the tingles were flooding her pussy. James grabbed the small chain linking the cuffs together, tugging her over to the sofa opposite the bed. Sinking down, he flung her over his knee, positioning her so her ass was in the air, her body resting on his knee and hands gripping his ankle for support. His hand gently caressed her ass, the skin cold and tender still from a couple of days ago.

“Because you didn’t listen, I’m going to spank you” he informed, a hand gripping into her hair and Mary whimpered, nodding slowly. His hand came down fast, smacking her hard, the sound echoing in the room. Tingles shot through her ass, the skin instantly turning red and she moaned and yelped at the same time.

“Thank you Sir” she answered, an immediate response she learned from her time with James.

Another spank came and she jolted, this time it being harsher.

“Thank you Sir” she whispered, gripping his leg for support. He smelt heavenly and her body resting on his sent a wave of pleasure through her.

“Mmm, good girl… what do you think god would think of you, knowing you were such a little slut” he teased. He loved to tease her, telling her how much of a slut she was for letting him use her like this, letting him take her body any way he liked.

“He wouldn’t like it” she breathed, wincing as the next spank came and she moaned, her pussy dripping.

“What about your father… if he knew you were sneaking away from your security to meet with a man of the mafia” his grip on her hair tightened and another spank came. This one was the worst but the pain was pleasurable and she’d have it again.

“He wouldn’t like it either Sir” She was too distracted by the spanks to think straight and then James lifted her head up by her hair, his lips pressing to her ear.

“Who do you belong to?” He whispered.

“You Sir” she whispered back and he chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to her ear, biting the top of it between his teeth.

“That’s right, you’re all mine, mine to do whatever I like,” he said and she nodded. Her pussy was wetter than a waterfall, cum dripping down her thighs, her clit so sensitive.

His hand dipped between her legs, fingers pushing inside her wet pussy, curling inside her and sending shocks through her body. Mary groaned, her head spinning with pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of her head and she gripped his tights tightly. She wasn’t going to last very long. James had a strict rule of no cumming without his permission and if she broke it, she’d endure more punishment. He rubbed slowly, teasing her, watching her melt in his hands.

“Oh please Sir” she moaned, shaking on top of him. He chuckled darkly, his fingers pumping her pussy. She wasn’t going to be able to hold back but if she came that would be a cane to her ass. James rubbed his thumb over her sensitive clit, the tingles brewing within her, toes curling and legs shaking, the cuffs rattling as she gripped his leg tightly.

“Please Sir can I cum?” She begged at the top of her lungs, praying he would grant her, her wish. But a soft chuckle came and a slap to her dripping pussy meant her chances were nil. James yanked her backwards, arching her back as she kneeled between his legs, parted lips and glossy eyes.

“Not yet, first I want some pleasure” he murmured, dark eyes and a smirk. Mary swallowed and nodded.

“Good, now get on your knees and do what you do best” he ordered, releasing her hair.

“Yes Sir” she answered sweetly and bent down, beginning to worship her master.

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Hii! I'd like to request a oneshot of Ban x F!reader where Ban falls deeper for y/n after hearing her sing for the first time The two of them have known each other since they were kids and ban has feelings for her but is hesitant to confess, Then one night there were lots of customers in the boar hat so Meliodas thought of having some source of entertainment and Elizabeth suggested for y/n to sing bc she heard her sing one time. Ty!! 🥰

Singing as You Smile (Ban x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲!! 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 :]

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

He used to think your best quality was your smile.

It was hard not to. It’s the same pretty smile you had since the two of you were kids. Running around, trying to face the world as best as you could. No matter the hardships the two of you faced, you always found a way to bring so much to his life. No matter the things that constantly tried to separate the two of you, you always found your way back to him. No matter how many times he was killed. No matter how many times he was hunted. No matter how many times he fought or he battled or he won or he lost- you always found a way to smile. For him. For others.

For yourself.

You were the type of person who could just look at a poor, beat-down stranger and make their day better. You were the type of person who could glance at a crying, screaming toddler and get them to calm down. It was all because of the way your lips would tug upwards, and you would expose your pearly whites. It was all because of the way your eyes would glow with so much happiness. It was all because you smiled. It was all because of your smile. No one else deserved that credit. No one but you.

But now…

“Sing another one! Sing another one!”

“You got it!”

…he’s starting to have second thoughts.

Ban’s eyes can’t help but scan the faces of the crowd as his hand absently dries mug after mug now that they’ve been thoroughly washed. Surprisingly, orders from the kitchen have slowed down, and he was able to take advantage of this short break to really focus on something else. Though he knows it won’t last that way forever. The night still feels young, and the tavern is jam-packed. Men and women alike were crowding around tables and cheering animated for something. Cheering for you.

Because at the center of it all? Past the crowds of drunkards slamming their half-empty cups onto aged wooden tables? Past the stamping of feet against cobblestone floors and contained by the tavern’s sturdy walls? Past all these people who just don’t matter? There’s you. Smiling, your great, big, beautiful smile.

Smiling, your great, big, beautiful smile as you sing.

Ban lets out a sigh. He can’t count how many times he had done that since his shift started. For the umpteenth time today, he’s glad all the attention is on you, so there’s no one here to poke fun at his emotions. But could you blame him? You just look so damn pretty when performing for a crowd. Your hair was done up in a style he hadn’t seen you wear before. And your tavern uniform was changed up just the tiniest bit to show that you were more than just some barmaid. That you were more than just bargirl too. That you were a star. That you are a star.

Tonight and for many more nights to come.

He looks away briefly to set the mug in his hand down. It takes him a short amount of time to grab the next one that needs to be dried and to get to work with the same rag that he had been using all night. But it takes him an even shorter amount of time to let his eyes fall back onto you. There it is again. That smile of yours. But it’s accompanied by a lovely voice that he knows could only belong to you. It flies through the air and circles around the room. It fills the ears of everyone, and it travels straight to the heart so it can fill that spot as well. It does everything in its power to create magic. It does everything in its power to create peace. And it’s a melody. A melody so perfect, a melody holy. A melody he swears belongs to the goddesses. Yet it belongs to you. It belongs only to you. And still, you share it. You share your voice with others. With strangers with breaths stained with beer. With friends who are the first to cheer.

With him.

You share your voice with him especially. Just like you share your smile with him. Just like you share your presence with him. Just like you share your life with him. At least, that’s what he likes to believe. Because for a moment during this new song that you’re singing, your eyes slide over to his. As always, your smile is still there. But shining even brighter than before, you sing the words to a song he knows he heard you hum before. And because you’re looking at him, he can’t help but smile back at you too.

He knows it isn’t as sweet as yours. He knows his lips always form a smirk and his red eyes always hold a type of glint in them that would make anyone guilty of any crime grow scared. He knows that in this moment, he’s not as special as you are. He knows that for all moments that will come after, he will never be as special as you are. As perfect as you are too. Yet somehow…

When he smiled at you, you seemed to grow brighter. Your perfect voice grows impossibly more perfect. Your words carry so much emotion, and the cheers from the crowd grow louder. Your smile grows, and that halo of light that seems to shine around you? It shines unapologetically. Like this was what you were born to do. Like this is what you were always meant to do.

Meant to smile. Meant to sing. Meant to uplift the hearts of the people around you. Meant to bring happiness, and light, and all things good to any person you meet. One song at a time. One smile at a time. One glance at a time.

When you finally look away, Ban continues to watch you. You continue your performance, and you finish your song. You bask in claps and the cheers of all the patrons. And you listen to the calls for “one more!” with that same too damn pretty across your face. Somewhere off to the side, Elizabeth is looking up at you with utter awe and amazement. Somewhere off to the other side, the Captain is looking smug at the thought of all the money you were bringing in for the tavern. But that all fades away as you start to give the crowd your big smile again. But that all fades away as you open your mouth and you start to sing again. And that all fades away as you smile and as you smile and as you spare just one more glance at him.

And this time, he doesn’t even have to think about smiling back.

Because he had never stopped smiling for you in the first place.

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Seven Deadly Sins - X [Finale]

PAIRING: low to mid honor Arthur Morgan x Fem!reader

Because if one thing is true, it is that Arthur Morgan is a sinner. Pure, organic, non-GMO smut. Complete.

Warnings: Smut, Violence, Low to Medium Honor Arthur (and all that entails)

Redemption: the action of saving or being saved from sin, error, or evil.

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Even as the sun set in the distance, the air was hot but dry. None of the sweltering humidity of Lemoyne, nor even the briskness of the northern reaches of New Hanover. No, this land was a land of sun-bleached sandstone and dusty brown earth. Of desert scrub and towering cactus, of coyotes and pronghorn and rattlesnakes.

Fitting, it seems, this inhospitable place is where he landed, the snake that he is.

Arthur Morgan heaves a bale of hay over his shoulder, walking it along the parched ground to an animal pen, where a few ewes linger in the shade of the passing shadows. Even they knew to wait until evening to start moving around - something he will never get through his thick head. Not when there was work to be done.

He should count himself lucky, he supposes.

No, he doesn’t suppose. He knows.

He’s very lucky.

Arthur places the bale within the wooden fence, turning back toward the sunset and clearing his throat. The wet cough that had so plagued him is almost gone - the sickness that had left him nearly dead passing with each day.

He is lucky - and he certainly doesn’t deserve it, not with the life he’s lived. He should have been dead on a mountainside in Roanoke, drowning in his own blood, left by Micah and Dutch after the gang fell apart.

But that didn’t happen.

Somehow, someway, he ended up here, in New Austin, under the hot desert sun - ironic considering that is what the doctor in Saint Denis told him to do - get somewhere warm and dry. Convalescence in an abandoned cabin in Cholla Springs - weeks and weeks of rest before he was able to even leave the bed, much less work on what was slowly becoming a homestead.

He slowly plods back toward the cabin, where amongst the pink-purple light of the dusk settling in, an oil lamp shines through the window. He adjusts his hat on his head, wiping the dust from the back of his neck, and enters the door, closing it behind himself.

“You need to watch how hard you’re pushing yourself, Arthur.”

Arthur looks up to find you scrubbing at dishes in the sink. Your hair is messily tied into a bun on the top of your head, and you wear a light cotton dress, blue like the color of his work shirt. He loves that color on you.

“Ain’t that the pot callin’ the kettle black.”

“I am fine. Stop worrying your pretty little head off.”

He frowns, taking his hat from his head and placing it on the table.

“My head definitely ain’t pretty or little.”

He stops behind you, leaning over you to place a kiss on your cheek. His large hands find your hips and slowly inch forward, lightly pressing on the skin beneath your dress.

“Let’s hope this one is.” You laugh, leaning back against his frame, as Arthur’s hands continue their forward journey, finally resting on your stomach.

Your very swollen stomach.

“Let’s hope they look like you ‘nstead of having my ugly mug.”

You roll your eyes, swatting playfully at one of his hands, “Hush, you. I don’t know who you’re talkin’ about with ugly mugs. All I see is my handsome cowboy.”

Arthur chuckles, spinning you around.

“How about I get the rest of this and you go lay down.”

Arthur shoos you off from your cleaning as the sun fully sets, telling you that he would finish and for you to get off your feet. You sigh, but agree to his request, rubbing at your back as you slowly walk toward the bedroom. He finishes cleaning up after dinner and puts out the oil lamp in the kitchen, slowly closing the door to your bedroom after he steps in. He takes you in, laying on the spacious bed in a chemise, absentmindedly stroking at your stomach while you look out the window into the night.

He marvels at the sight. Months ago, he held you in his small cot in Roanoke, weeping at the death sentence you both had been given - and now here you are, blooming in the dry desert on the other side of tuberculosis, somehow, someway, surviving the illness and being given a second chance.

And then your stomach slowly began to swell - it was always a possibility, but he never thought this would actually happen.

“Feelin’ alright?” Arthur asks as he sits by the side of the bed, pulling his boots off and placing them on the floor.

You don’t answer, propping your head up on your elbow, your other hand circling your belly as you lay on your side.

Arthur looks over his shoulder, “Mm?”

You nod, reaching for him as you remove your hand from your belly. You grasp at the back of his shirt, pulling at him, “C’monnnn.”

Arthur turns completely around, facing you. He snorts with a knowing grin on his face. “I reckon you’re feelin’ mighty fine, my lady.”

“Arthur-” You narrow your eyes in annoyance before he laughs, shucking his shirt from his body and dropping it to the floor.

Laying on the bed next to you, he smirks as your eyes rake over his broad chest - he’s not looking nearly so gaunt these days, emerging stronger and stronger from his sickness.

He reaches for the buttons of his pants, watching your eyes flit down to his hips.

“See somethin’ y’like?” He teases, pressing one of the buttons of his pants through its eyelet.

“I swear, you’re a no good-”

He leans over and catches your lips in a bruising kiss. You gasp into his mouth, hands flying up to his chest.

Arthur’s large hand cups a swollen breast through your chemise, and you moan into his mouth as he gently squeezes.

“Here, turn over, I’ve got you.” He whispers into your mouth, his hand moving to your ribcage. He gently turns you over to face away from him, pulling up your chemise to bare your skin to him.

Arthur shimmies his pants down his hips, kicking his jeans off before rolling over to press his front against your back. You moan as you feel the long, hard line of him press up against your rear, and a low rumble echoes out from his chest as his arm rounds your belly, tracing down your skin to the apex of your thighs.

You gasp as he slides his middle finger against your core, groaning into your ear when he finds you wet.

“Christ,” he mutters, rubbing gently at the opening of your cunt, making you roll your hips urgently, whining as he refuses to press inside.

“P-please, oh god, please just-”

Your begging halts immediately as he tilts your hips and presses the blunt head of his cock into your core, sliding into your warmth slowly, gently, carefully.

“Look at you,” he drawls as he bottoms out, his hips pressed fully against your rear, and his hand spreads out over your belly, “Heavy with my child and you still can’t get enough.”

You can do nothing but whine as he pulls back and slowly pushes forward again. He presses his face against the curve of your neck, sucking at the skin gently.

The two of you move against each other in a cacophony of sound - skin meeting skin, the wet sounds of bodies tessellating, gasping, and moaning and pleasure.

You press your hips back at him with a gasp, body clenching around him, leading only moments later to him throwing his arm over your belly again, spreading his hand out over his child as he grunts, spilling his hot seed into your cunt.

He pants into your ear, satiated, as your breath slows, you place your hand over his as he gently, slowly circles your stomach.

“You’re gonna kill me one of these days.” Arthur laughs into your hair, rubbing at your belly as he softens inside you.

You smile, craning your head to make eye contact with him, “Least you’ll die an empty man.”

“Yer a minx, you hear that?”

Of course, it’s the middle of the night some weeks later when you push at his shoulder, jolting him awake.

“Arthur.”

“Mmph?” He groans, wiping his hand down his face for a moment before his eyes adjust to the dark room.

He focuses on you, leaning over the bed, rubbing your stomach expectantly.

“Shit, shit, are you-”

“My waters broke a little bit ago. I think we’ve still got some time.” You say calmly, sitting on the side of the bed.

Arthur rockets out of the bed, stumbling around the room as if he were drunk, finding his pants on the floor and forcing his legs through them over his union suit.

“Christ, why didn’t you wake me up?”

“I did wake you up, silly.” You deadpan, wincing slightly as a pain rolls through you.

“Damnit, damnit.” Arthur mutters to himself as he shoves his feet into his boots, “I’ll.. I’ll ride up to Armadillo and get the doctor. Y’just…” He trails off, looking at you sitting on the bed.

“I’ll stay right here. I’ll be fine, Arthur.”

He rolls out of the small house like a tornado, saddling his horse and riding through the New Austin desert at a speed he had not in months - the breakneck galloping days outrunning lawmen, those seemed to be behind him.

Ahead was something completely different.

He reaches Armadillo in record time, banging on the doctor’s door and nearly yanking the man out when he answers it. Arthur sits fuming as the doctor, an old bearded man, seems to take his time packing his bag and saddling his horse. After what seemed like forever, they were off again, riding hard for the cabin in the desert. Reaching it, Arthur barges through the door, the doctor following behind, looking somewhat bedraggled.

He finds you sitting in the rocking chair next to your bed, slowly rocking back and forth, hands framing your distended abdomen. You frown as you see Arthur’s frenzied state and the less-than-thrilled look on the doctor’s face.

“Oh - I’m sorry, I hope he wasn’t too difficult,” you say guiltily from the chair, hand over your swollen stomach. The doctor grumbles slightly, and you move to get out of the chair, wincing with difficulty before Arthur pulls you gently to your feet.

“How far apart are the pains?” The doctor asks matter of factly.

“A few minutes.” You grit your teeth slightly, letting a long breath loose after your comment.

“Alright. Let’s get you to bed.” The doctor turns around, pacing toward your bed, putting his bag down on the side table.

Arthur, for the life of him, cannot figure out why both you and the doctor are so calm. He helps you walk slowly over to the bed, and once you’ve reached it, he helps peel off the dress you shrugged on, leaving you only in a chemise as you lie down, breathing out heavily.

He looms over the bed, eyes darting between you and the doctor, who slowly unpacks instruments from his leather bag, placing them on the bedside table, each more terrifying in his eyes than the last.

“You know you aren’t helping.” You say crossly, clenching your teeth against another wave of pain.

Arthur gives you a withering expression before rubbing at his eyes with the back of his hands.

The doctor, completely unperturbed or surprised, simply snorts under his breath, “He’s a new father. They tend to be like this.”

You roll your eyes, about to retort something sarcastic, but all that escapes as you moan loudly in pain, your abdomen seizing up.

Without fanfare or any regard for some sort of modesty, the doctor flips the hem of your chemise up, over your waist, and pulls your legs apart, propping them on either side of him, your heels flat against the mattress.

“Alright there, looks like you’re ready. Miss?” The doctor says, turning back toward his bag and

You look up at Arthur expectantly, breathing in quickly through your nose to keep your mind off the pain.

He quickly moves to the side of the bed, falling to his knees and grasping your hand, which you take and immediately squeeze to get your way through the wave of constriction in your body.

Arthur looks down at you, trying to disguise the fear and trepidation in his eyes. Fear and trepidation that seem to compound when they are finally reflected back at him.

He leans over and places his lips on yours briefly, pulling back before sitting at the side of the bed.

“I’m here, sweetheart.”

You shut your eyes, breathing in slowly, trying to calm yourself down. You grasp his hand tightly before your eyes open again, and you nod at the doctor.

The doctor’s mouth presses into a line, “Alright, ma’am. Let’s get this baby born.”

If you were to ask Arthur, years from now, how long it was between the doctor making that comment and the high screech of a newborn cutting through the heavy air, he would have told you hours - hours, days maybe.

You, on the other hand, would laugh and say it was naught but a single hour before the doctor deposited the squalling newborn upon your breast, sticky with blood and the fluids of birth.

“A girl.”

The doctor’s words echo distantly in his head

But oh, that moment, that moment, as the doctor wiped at the child’s skin with clean linen, that Arthur gazed upon what you had created and the newborn takes a breath to stop her crying - her eyes open and Arthur sees his own reflected back at him…

“Oh… ” You whisper lightly, looking down at the baby, “Oh, she has your eyes, Arthur.”

You look back up at him, and the doctor at least has the sensibility to leave the confines of the bed, gathering up the dirty linens to deposit them on the floor.

The newborn wails against her mother’s skin, trying to find warmth as you pull the linen around her tighter, and Arthur is sure he’s never heard a sweeter sound in his nearly forty years of life.

The doctor returns, “We must finish the birth. If I may?”

Arthur watches, mesmerized, as the gruff older man gently removes the child, placing the baby on the bed next to you while picking up the cord that served as the last tie between your bodies.

He holds the pulsing white-blue cord taut, and with his other hand, he flicks the scalpel above the newborn’s stomach, severing the connection between the child and yourself. He blots at the blood that seeps from the stump of the cord before rewrapping the child in the linen blanket. He looks up to Arthur, who is still wide-eyed and incredulous.

“Here, take the child and step outside, I’ll finish the process with her.”

Arthur looks down at you and you nod, and he takes the bundle as the doctor gently lays the newborn in his arms. Her screaming has slowed, at the very least, into a whimper.

Arthur is shocked into stillness, in his broad arms is one of the smallest, most fragile things he’s ever held - he’s terrified and awestruck.

He never held Jack as a newborn. Hell, he never held Isaac when he was a newborn.

“Go on, I’ll be alright.” You whisper, moving to slowly sit up as the doctor moves to your side.

Arthur nods, trepidatious, taking careful steps from the bedroom into the main area of the cabin, the door behind him closing.

He sits down at the table, slowly, and gently so as not to disturb the baby, finally quieting down as he gently moves his arms back and forth.

What strange dream was this? Was it a dream? Would he wake up dying on a mountain somewhere in Roanoke, drowning in his own blood?

God only knows that’s what he deserved: not to be rescued and thrown into the back of a wagon, taking a long, slow journey west, into the dry and arid desert, where his failing lungs did not feel as heavy in his chest.

His thoughts fly from his head as the baby’s brow furrows, a high wail emanating from her, so much louder than he’d ever imagined.

No, he thought as he stood up, rocking his arms gently as he circled the small kitchen of the cabin, he would not dwell on the past and what has been.

All he knows is the future. All he needs is this. All he will bleed and fight and die for, it exists in this little cabin in New Austin.

The baby cries, her small arms punching upward in discontent.

Arthur also cries, humming some off-beat tune as he rocks his child gently, whispering promises into her ear as he circles the room.

Some months later…

“She go down alrigh’?”

You nod, closing the door to the baby’s room quietly, and latching the door behind you. It was only a few days ago that you had moved the bassinet from your bedroom into the other one, now that she was sleeping through the night better.

Arthur sits at the table, fiddling with a rifle cartridge, whittling at it with his large knife.

You raise an eyebrow as you sit down opposite of him. He glances up and smiles before continuing his work.

“Caught a coyote out by the henhouse the other day. Hadn’t made it in, but if I can shoot it and keep the pelt in good condition… Well, there’s two birds with one stone.”

“Ah.” You reply, interlacing your hands together.

He looks up again, his brow furrowing.

“What?” He asks, placing both the knife and the cartridge down, giving you his full attention.

“Wel, it’s uh-” you start, stumbling your way through your sentences, “It’s been… I mean, I’d like…”

“Darlin’. Stop your bellyachin’ and out with it.” Arthur says, the hint of a smirk on his face, his beard finally trimmed short after much complaining from you.

You blink, inhaling slowly. On your exhale, you breathe out a jumble of words so quickly that he doesn’t catch your meaning.

“Alrigh’. Come on now. What are you sayin’?”

You rub your eyes with the heels of your palm in exasperation.

“Christ, it shouldn’t be this hard.”

“Darlin’.”

He stoops down on one knee next to your chair, taking your hand from your lap and placing it between his own large ones.

“It’s just… I miss you.” You sigh.

“I’m right here, sweetheart.”

“No… it’s, I - ”

“You what?” He rubs his thumbs across your knuckles.

You sigh and squeeze his hand. “It’s been three months since she was born. I reckon I’m healed enough now to sleep with you again.”

He snorts, part of a smirk on his face, “Y’know you ain’t gotta do any of that to make me happy. I am perfectly fine wa-”

“But what about what I want?”

Arthur takes your hand and pulls it to his lips, kissing it gently.

“What do you want?”

“Arthur, I want you to take me into the bedroom and make love to me.”

He presses your knuckles to his lips again, “You think you’re ready? Healed?”

“Yes, Arthur, I know I’m ready, please-”

You yelp as he heaves you up into his arms as he stands to his full height. One arm below your knees, one behind your back, he carries you to your bedroom, softly nudging the door shut with the heel of his boot.

He makes his way across the room and gently deposits you on the bed, his hands moving to your feet, pulling your boots off before he sits on the edge of the bed to take his own boots off. He tosses them to the side of the bed, before turning back to you, placing a large, warm hand on your knee.

You sit up, placing your hand over his. Your eyes flit from his gaze down to his lips briefly before you lean further forward and catch him in a kiss. Your hands grasp at his shirt, pulling him closer to you, as he slides up the bed to lay out next to you.

You pull back, breathing heavily, and immediately start working at the buttons of his linen work shirt, as his hands move to the ties on your dress, feverish, as if you were teenagers falling into bed for the first time.

He’s stripped you and himself bare, laying you down in the bed before pressing his body against yours. You gasp as he slides his hand, big and warm, between your thighs, rubbing gently at the seam of your body before he slides two fingers inside you.

You mewl into his neck as he crooks his fingers in your cunt, your hands fisting the sheets beneath you, lest you dig scars into the poor man’s back again.

“Ar-Arthur… please-”

He lifts his head from the pillow, ceasing the nibbling on your earlobe.

“Yes, darlin’?” He rumbles, his low voice hoarse.

“Pl-please- I’m ready-” You gasp as he thrusts his fingers deeper.

“Think you should come for me, just to be sure.” He smirks into your mouth, pressing his tongue against the seam of your lips. A shift of his hand makes you gasp as his thumb presses on the small nub of your pleasure, slowly circling it.

You keen, turning your body into him, trying not to cry out too loudly as he works you through a rolling orgasm, clenching hard against his fingers. He grunts in approval into your mouth, slowly pulling his fingers out of your body.

“You tell me if anything hurts, you hear?” Arthur says, panting slightly as he climbs over you, pressing your legs apart as he presses his lips to your jaw.

You nod desperately, wrapping your legs around his hips and chasing his lips with your own. He settles against you, and you feel the blunt head of his cock press at your opening. He slides in, the stretch nearly painful after so long, and you gasp as he stills, halfway buried.

“No, no - I’m fine, just… be gentle.” You plead into his warm neck, your ankles crossing over his hips to not let him out.

“You tell me if you need me to stop,” Arthur whispers into your ear, a hint of exasperation in his voice.

“Plea-ohh-”

Your mouth goes slack as he presses forward, burying himself completely in your heat. He holds still, his arms bracketing your head as he lifts himself to his elbows.

“Y’okay?”

You nod, smiling, trying not to cry from the sheer feeling of him enveloped in your hips again, you’ve never missed something so much.

Arthur leans back down and kisses you, pressing open your lips with his tongue, groaning into your mouth as he retracts his hips, pressing forward again gently, waiting for any negative response from you.

All he gets is a soft mewl from your throat and your fingers making their way into his hair, to which he takes as permission to find a rhythm of lovemaking.

He doesn’t know what he’s done to be given this chance - after all of his sins, all of the crime and the blood and the wrong that he’s committed in his miserable life - how any benevolent deity could even think about giving him anything.

You moan his name into his ear as he gently rolls his hips into yours. A faint pang of desire settles in his gut - the desire to thrust into you like the early days of your relationship - rough and heady with the need to make you scream. But this isn’t the time. He is more than satisfied moving above you, slowly, gently, and with care.

He’s seen what you’ve been through - he saw how the birth of his daughter took a toll on you - the last thing he would ever want to do would be to hurt you.

You give a hushed cry, nails digging into his neck, as you clench around him. Arthur lowers himself to place his forehead on yours, smiling before pressing his lips against yours, urging entrance again with his tongue. He slows his hips, eventually coming to rest as you pant beneath him, taking in the sweet feeling of constriction on his shaft.

“There’s my girl.” He rasps between open-mouthed kisses, his lips curving upward in a smile.

“God,” you moan, “Ngh-, Arthur…” Coming down from your high, your hands sweep across his broad shoulder blades, the hard muscle returning after his long convalescence recovering from his sickness.

“Mm?” He presses his lips to the bridge of your nose as your breathing slows down.

“Lemme-” you try to push him off of you, hand under his shoulder, “- Lemme get you-”

“Darlin’. You ain’t gotta do nothin’.” He responds, brushing a stray lock of your hair from your forehead.

“I wanna-, I wanna hear the noise you make when you come.” You whine, continuing to push on his shoulder, completely unable to move him in your frustration.

Arthur smiles, and extricates himself from your hips, settling himself to lay at your side, one of his hands spread out on the expanse of skin at your hip, damp with a sheen of sweat. Finally out from under his frame, you lean over him, pressing his hip back so that he lies down on his back. You press kisses down his jaw, across his collarbones and chest, down his stomach to his hips. He grunts slightly as you grasp his shaft in your hand, splayed across his hips as you move to take him in your mouth.

Arthur moans needily as you bob downward.

You look up at him, mouth full of cock, and he’s immediately back in a fancy drawing room wearing a black suit, your eyes just as mischievous as those early days. Those early days when you and he would sneak off and pry orgasms from each other with greedy fingers.

He leans up slightly and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ears. Arthur smiles, his eyes fluttering as you gently suck. Your hands fondle him, and he does more than shutter his eyes when you lean over farther, taking the entirety of him in your mouth, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

“Darl- god-” he pants, unable to keep his eyes on you as he stares at the ceiling, “I’m gonna -get off, gonna -”

He looks back down to find you staring at him with that glint of mischief before you bob down again. Arthur grunts, one hand fisting the sheets.

“Oh god, sweetheart-” his hips buck up once, uncontrolled, as you can taste the beginnings of his orgasm - salty and bitter and very much him. He babbles on as his cock twitches in your mouth, “ Jesus, woman - ngh - suckin’ me so good, -agh - it’s all for you -fuck-”

He bucks up once more and you press your head downward, and with a helpless groan, Arthur stutters his hot release down your throat, gasping in pleasure as you swallow each drip.

You sit up, wiping your mouth as Arthur falls back on the pillow, utterly spent.

“Jesus, woman, you ain’t lost your touch.” He laughs, swiping at his sweaty forehead as he stares up at the bedroom ceiling.

You smile in return, gently rubbing his hip as he comes down from his high. After a few moments, he raises his head and takes you in with a satiated grin.

“Get over here-” he pulls at you and you happily acquiesce, draping yourself over him as you settle in at his side. Your head pillows on his collarbone, your hand placed firmly over his beating heart. With you securely wrapped in his arms, skin on skin, in this small house you share, your baby girl sleeping across the hall, Arthur marvels at the state of his life.

He doesn’t know how he’s been blessed with this ending. Lord knows he doesn’t deserve it.

But for you - for her - he will walk the narrow path that he has evaded the entirety of his life. You fall asleep quickly, as Arthur pulls the sheet over your nude bodies. Through the somewhat dusty window, the moonlight shines on the pale skin of your shoulder.

Arthur shuts his eyes, a wistful smile settling in on his face as he’s back on the shoreline of Flat Iron Lake, watching your bare form in the waters, bathing in the light of the full moon.

He’s thankful for whoever or whatever decided to have mercy on him. For all of his sinning, for all that he is - he is completely unworthy of the hand he’s been dealt.

One doesn’t choose whether or not they get considered for redemption, he figures. All he knows is that he’s gotten it.

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