#Graze Elizabeth

[animeisfornerdz]

The Secret Affair Part Two || Ciel Phantomhive

Synopsis - It's been a week since you last saw Ciel at his ball and now you've been summoned to his manor for 'business purposes'. What on earth is he thinking now?

Warnings - Slightly suggestive.

Notes - All characters are 18+!

Word Count - 0.8k.

[Caffeinate Me]

It had been a week since your encounter with Ciel at his ball. A week since you had last seen him. You missed him, of course you missed him, but you had to remain strong. You knew you’d be summoned to his manor for ‘business purposes’ soon and that day happened to be today. You looked out of the window to your carriage as you watched the landscape pass you by slowly, the rain hitting the window harshly making you shiver. It was only another five minutes before you arrived at Phantomhive Manor and when the carriage door swung open, you were met by Sebastian who had a knowing smile on his face. “Lady Y/N. How lovely of you to join us.”

“Sebastian,” you smiled politely, taking his hand as he helped you out of the carriage.  

“Earl Phantomhive is waiting for you in his study. Come, I’ll take you,” Sebastian stretched his arm out for you to loop your own around, which you did so reluctantly. “My master has been eagerly awaiting your arrival. It seems like you have unfinished business from the night of the ball?” Your eyes widened at his words as Sebastian placed a finger on his lips. “Your secret is safe with me,” he whispered before entering the manor with you. He walked you up the winding staircase and to Ciel’s study, letting go of your arm before opening the door and walking in with you following behind. “Lady Y/N has arrived master.” 

“Fantastic,” Ciel smiled to himself before turning around to greet you. “Sebastian. Leave us. That is an order.”

“Very well my lord,” Sebastian bowed and left the room, shutting the door behind him. 

As soon as Ciel heard Sebastian’s footsteps retreat down the hall, he walked over to you and pulled you into a tight embrace. His head bent down to rest into the crook of your neck and he mumbled against the soft flesh, “God I have missed you.” 

“I’ve missed you too Ciel,” you whispered against his chest. 

Ciel pulled away from the embrace and kissed your lips passionately. His eye fluttered closed when his lips met yours, as did yours, and soon the two of you were engaged in a heavy make-out session. It was as if the week apart had caused a tension between the two of you that could only be broken with a kiss as deep as this. Ciel’s hands grazed upwards from your hips, stroking your curves as his tongue licked your bottom lip begging for entrance into your mouth. You smirked and refused to open your mouth, forcing a growl to rumble in Ciel’s throat. “Open your mouth,” he commanded into your lips. You simply shook your head. Ciel growled again and allowed his hand to travel up to your breast, squeezing it roughly to elicit a moan from you. When you let out a little squeak, Ciel took the opportunity and shoved his tongue into your mouth. He couldn’t help but smirk into your lips out of satisfaction as his tongue wrapped around yours, fighting for dominance. “Such a good girl,” he groaned into your lips. 

Eventually you pulled away from Ciel’s lips and gazed into his singular uncovered eye. “Did you want me to come here just to make out or…?” You asked, trailing off. 

Ciel took your hand in his and smiled softly at you. The only time he ever found himself smiling was when you were around. “I’m going to break off my engagement with Elizabeth today,” he said sternly.

You widen your eyes at his words. He had been saying for weeks he was going to break off the engagement with Elizabeth and now he was finally going to do it. You cleared your throat and smoothed down your dress nonchalantly asking, “why?” as if you didn’t care. But you did. 

“Because I want to marry you,” Ciel replied, rolling his eye. “You’re the one I want to spend my life with. It’s been you ever since we met when we were children.”

You blushed furiously at Ciel’s words and sighed contently. “You mean that?” You asked.

“More than I’ve ever meant anything in my entire life,” he whispered breathlessly, leaning his forehead against yours lovingly. “Would you do me the honours of marrying me, Y/N L/N?” 

“I’d love to marry you, Ciel Phantomhive,” you whisper, slowly pressing your lips against his once more. 

Ciel groaned into the kiss, his hands cupping your face and pulling you close. He breathed a sigh of relief into your lips and relaxed his body as the two of you continued to mash your lips together clumsily, desperately almost. He backed you up against the door of his study, locking the two of you in with a grin on his face. 

“Now, where were we?”  

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[arysbruv]

Runaway

You were a relatively newer student. You normally kept to yourself but you always dreamt of being friends with the main trio, especially with the infamous Suguru Geto. Yet, he always seemed to hate you, even when you openly showed you felt the opposite.

pairings: suguru geto x reader

warnings and whatnots : I was gonna end it here but i wanted some conflict hehe. So probably part 6 will be the end. Pride and prejudice mentions. Angst. I apologise in advance. Sorry for short chapter and late release have been busy 😔😔🙏🙏. Not proofread.

chapter 1 : are we still friends? chapter 2 : can we be friends? chapter 3 : sorry, not sorry chapter 4 : green looks good on you. chapter 5: [currently reading] chapter 6: burn.

You scanned the books on the shelf, you index finger nudging the edges.

The notifications on your phone going crazy, irritating you. You click your tongue as you look at the messages in the groupchat.

Gojo Hate Group ⁉️⁉️

Satoru 🧑🏻‍🦳: Me and shoko going out coz books r for nerds and ITS BORING

Shoko 🚬: Have fun lovebirds

Suguru 💔: wtf? Where are you both going?

Satoru 🧑🏻‍🦳: NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS SHOKO HURRY UP BEFORE HE CATCHES US

Satoru 🧑🏻‍🦳: OMG I CAN SEE SUGURU HE LOOKS PISSED

Satoru 🧑🏻‍🦳: SHOKO

Suguru 💔: Where the hell are you.

Shoko🚬: LMAO

You click your tongue, peering out the store window to see Satoru and Shoko leave the store in a hurry. Shoko gives you a sly smile, a small thumbs up while mouthing a small ‘you can do it.’

Note to self: kill Satoru and Shoko when you go back.

“They abandoned us.” A sudden voice says from behind you. You turn quickly, almost losing your balance on the smooth wooden floor.

A hand grabs your waist, stabilising you ensuring that you didn’t fall and make a mess on the floor.

Your eyes widen as you look at Suguru who was standing in front of you. He stared back, his eyebrows slightly lifted up in shock. Why was he shock? Your face heats up as his hand retracts.

A pang of sadness hits you as you felt his hand leave you, yet the way his fingers grazed your skin drove you mad. What was he doing?

“Yeah… they did.” You turn away from him, swallowing your saliva as you feel him come closer to you. This was insane. What was he doing? Didn’t he hate you? Was Shoko right?

“What are you buying?” He asks, looking at the book in your hand. He scoffs as he looks at it.

You eye him down hearing his scoff. “I’ll let you know Pride and Prejudice is an amazing book.”

“I know, I’ve read it.”

You look at him curiously as his eyes move from the book to you.

“You remind me of Elizabeth. Hot-headed and always thinks you’re right. Oh and your quips, you think your so smart huh?” Suguru says, hands in his pockets as he stares you down. What was he saying? Satoru told him to be nice and confess his ever so obvious ‘feelings’ for you but he didn’t understand. What feelings were Satoru talking about? The feeling of his stomach turning every time he saw you? How he craved to be near you, to see what you were doing. To see you walk around in your own world?

“Oh? You remind me of Darcy, prideful, tact and socially inept.” You say, finger pressing on his chest.

He laughs.

“You wish I was the Darcy to your Elizabeth.” I wish it too.

You huff, crossing your arms. It drove him crazy how you looked. Your clothes matching his. He stares at you, observing the way your hair parted and how your lips were sewed tightly into a frown. It was cute.

To the untrained eye, you would’ve looked like a couple in a small argument. In your eyes, you wished he was your boyfriend and having a small argument. Yet, you knew it was probably never happening.

“Whatever…” You blow him off, trudging off to the counter to pay for your book, Suguru following closely behind you.

“Just this please.” You say to the lady at the counter, old in age. She smiles at you, her wrinkles becoming more prominent. She takes the book, smiling as she looks at you and Suguru who stands behind you, glued to his phone.

“You and your boyfriend are cute, I saw you both squabbling over there and I couldn’t help but remember my late husband. We were just like you, always arguing.”

The woman didn’t take her eyes off the book as she talks, your face turns red as you bit your lip, unsure of what to say. You turn back to see Suguru, a small smile etched on his face as he looks at the old woman. His eyes glance at you. His smile drops before he clears his throat.

“Oh, we’re… we’re not a thing, we’re just…friends.”

Suguru feigns a smile as he talks to the woman. She smiles back.

Friends. Friends. Friends. The word replays in his mind. He wanted to be more than that. He wanted to be more than friends. Why? What was so intriguing about you? You were just some random person! Was he mad? Was he delirious? Had he not felt anyone’s touch for so long he was willing to try it with you? No, if that was true he would’ve gone for Satoru or Shoko. You appealed to him. What was it with you? Did you release a pheromone that attracted him to you? What was he thinking?

“Thank you ma’am.” You smile politely at the woman. She smiles back, sympathy and hope in her eyes. Did she notice your feelings? Seems like everyone noticed except Suguru himself. No, he did notice. He just didn’t want it. That was worse. “Suguru let’s go hunt those idiots down.” You say, punching his shoulder as you walk to the entrance.

You found them in a nearby cafe, by nearby, it was around a 2.5 kilometre walk. Suguru and you talked, smiling. It was the first time you did so in a while. The walk that lasted for roughly 20-30 minutes evolved from tension filled to dumb jokes and quips. Suguru watches as you laugh. He missed this you.

As you saw them through the cafe window, you wave out to them. Shoko smiles at you as she urges you and him to come inside. You nod, going to join them. Yet, a hand stops you before you could make a move.

What was he doing?

“y/n. Can we talk?” Suguru says, his voice low as he pulls you to the side, away from your friends’ sight.

“What’s up?” You scratch your skin, eyes bouncing off the walls before finally landing on his’. His’ that were already staring into yours. You gulp.

“I like you.”

huh?

“I like you and it’s stupid and annoying but you’re stuck in my head and i thought it was hate because of how annoying you are and that maybe you’re just an annoying monkey but when Satoru touched you I get tingly and I hate that and…” He rambles on, stopping to look at your face. “Oh my god you’re such an idiot but I goddamn like you?”

You stare at his wide eye, his hand still wrapped around your wrist. He stares back, awaiting an answer. Without a thought, you pull back your hand from his wrist.

“I’m sorry Suguru…”

You ran, ran off to wherever it was as long as he couldn’t find you. Why were you running? You liked him back? Yet, your feet carried you away. Your feelings were about to burst and you didn’t know what to do about it.

‘Run’. Your mind told you.

‘I’ll run.’ Your legs whispered back.

It was like you were just a mere bystander to your body’s conversation. You didn’t know what to do.

So you ran, leaving a broken man behind.

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[gingiesworld]

Just A Tease

Elizabeth Olsen x GN! Reader

Warnings: Smut. Just smut

Y/N pov

I was on my way home from a hard days work and all I wanted to do was see my beautiful fiance. I just love everything about her. She is so kind, selfless and caring and lets not forget about absolutely breathtakingly beautiful. But the best part that I love is sinking my head into her breasts. They honestly make the best pillows for when you have had the worst day. 

As soon as I walked into our shared home, she was sat on the sofa reading a book. She turned her head to me when she heard the door close. 

"Hey baby, how was your day?" She asked me as I just sighed after I loosened my tie and kicked off my loafers and joined her on the sofa.

"It was tiring. I couldn't wait to get home to you though." I told her with a smile as I kissed her lips before my eyes drifted to her breasts as she wore a tight vest that pushed them both together. "I missed you." I whispered as my eyes never left her chest.

"I would love to believe that you missed me and not just my boobs." She said with a chuckle. 

"It's not my fault they're my favourite thing to play with." I told her with a smirk when I had finally torn my eyes away from her beautiful chest and looked into her gorgeous eyes. "And you have got them on display." I whispered as I toyed around with the neck line of her vest. Dipping my finger in between her breasts. She watched me as I started to move my hand over her already hardening nipples. "And no bra. That is just teasing." I said as I pinched her nipples through the fabric causing her to close her eyes at the sensation she was receiving. "It's almost like you love me paying attention to your breasts." I told her as she pulled me up and gave me a rough kiss. I pushed her back on the sofa harshly as I hovered above her. I decided to rip open her vest to set the girls free. My mouth watered at the sight before me. I leaned down and started to suck and bite at her breasts like I could milk them. I loved the moans that I hear from when I concentrate on her breasts. She doesn't like to admit it but she loves it when I pay a lot of attention to them because that means that the sex can last longer than usual. And I am a breast person so please ladies, don't forget to check them. 

"Fuck." She breathed out as I grazed her nipple with my teeth before I switched over. I slowly reached my hands between our bodies to the hem of her shorts. When I slipped them through the waistband, I moaned when I didn't feel any underwear either. I ran my fingers through her folds as she started to buck her hips as I continued to kiss and suck her breasts. "More." She moaned out as I began to thrust my hand at a faster and harder pace. She started to roll her hips and grinded her clit on the palm of my hand as I entered another finger making her let out a guttural moan. 

"I love those sounds love." I moaned against her breasts as I continued to mark them. I soon felt her hands go for my belt buckle and pants as she undone them both and pushed them down along with my boxers. 

"I need you now." She moaned as she pulled her own shorts down. I lifted myself up to remove my jacket, shirt and tie leaving the both of us naked on the couch. I lined myself up and slowly inserted myself into her wet core. She moaned at the feeling of being full as I relished in the feeling of her wrapped around me before I started to thrust as my eyes watched her breasts. I went harder and faster as I took in the sight before me. She gripped my arms and scratched down them causing me to hiss in pain as I pounded even harder. I loved the way her breasts teased me with each movement and admired my art work before I leaned down and started sucking and biting once more. "God I'm so close." She moaned as she continued to moan loudly. 

"Me too." I grunted into her breasts. When my mouth became useless, my head found it's home in between them. It only took the both of us a few times before we both came over the edge moaning each others names. When we both calmed down from our highs I removed my face from her chest and gave her a tender kiss before I pulled out. "I love you." I whispered softly as she smiled at me tiredly. 

"I love you too baby." She said sleepily. "Even if you have just gave my breasts all of your attention." She laughed as I helped her upstairs and ran her a bath before we both went to bed snuggled up in each others arms. Well me with my head in her chest as she always sleeps topless because she knows how much I sleep better in this position.

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[ladybirdswritings]

Bound - Miguel O’Hara x Reader

Summary: The crimson phantom steals you to keep for himself… dark!miguel x reader fic. very steamy as always <3

TW: mentions of kidnapping, abuse, and other dark subjects.

two

The scream, it was an awful and otherworldly sound. A thing meant to only exist in the skin glistening terrors that greet you at nightfall. Yet you were very much awake.

Mother…

Your flame dances by the wind of your hasty departure, it had been serving you well as a gold star lighting the ridiculous letter from lord Wickham of Newbury, a town away. You’d met him once, and a handsome thing he was, undeniably. Yet he was also most successfully a bore. A great one at that.

Perhaps you’re just picky with your men. His sapphire eyes and blonde locks tied back by onyx colored ribbons just weren’t enough to catch your steady eye— much to mama’s dismay. He was far from a poor man, quite the opposite. Yet you swore this to yourself, you wouldn’t marry for anything other than true love. The purest, truest love and adoration like that of storybooks. Like that of Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy or Mr. Rochester and Jane Eyre.

So you wouldn’t marry at all, you’d decided. For that kind of longing was far too grand for this simple world with its simple people. This you knew well.

The ink stained paper was waxed and perfected. No stroke faltered or bled from its place. An invite to a ball, as if you had anything other than wool tresses and scratchy cloth to don. You’d prepared to have a laughing fit in your tiny cot at the thought of it all, of a man’s stupidity and their clueless nature but— the scream.

You took the steps two at a time, ignoring their complaints by noisy creaks. Shadows of your siblings circling mama in panic greeted you round the corner. All but the moon and her stars lit the wooden home— besides a single wick candle that dripped on to mama’s wrinkled palm.

She’s a mess of sobs and panic when you reach her, immediately snatching the candle from her palm and placing it in its rightful russet holder. You turn your eyes to your sister, nearly the eldest had you not beat her by a month.

“What’s happened?”

The poor thing, her eyes are wide as the moon herself. Perfect, round circles they are— adorned with cyan and onyx to craft the most delightful gaze. Men throw themselves at her, and for good reason.

“S-she claims to have seen a phantom…”

“I did see a phantom you foolish girl! Right there in the window, clear as morning hour. Can’t you see how my nerves have betrayed me you rodents!? I am being truthful!” She sobs again, face scrunched up into an unpleasant expression.

You swallow, knowing full well what this means. Your eyes shift to little Thomas, adorned in a frayed night shirt and a flimsy cap. His bright blue eyes are worrisome, looking upon you for aid. He’s only six.

You place a cool hand upon his reddened cheek before ordering your sister to help him find slumber in his cot.

You know familiarly what this is and how insignificant it is for him to see it. For you’ve dealt with it in all your time here and it has done nothing more than cause you worry and heartache.

Your palms halt themselves, then find courage in the moment to cautiously rest upon the shoulders of a madwoman.

“Mama, have you taken your medication this evening?” It’s a weak, gentle whisper.

First, you believe yourself to be in the clear. She snaps her head up in panic, and the itch of realization that bites at her gaze relaxes your shoulders for a quick moment; but then, she squints. Before you can straighten your back or step apart from her, she slams her hand hard against your flushed cheek— turning it the color of the mysterious bloom you’d seen in the bend.

Your siblings gasp, falling quiet. Particularly your brother is dismayed, for he averts his eyes and clenches an angry fist. You stumble backward, fingertips grazing the heat of the slap with a certain shakiness. It is your nerves that have fallen sickly now.

It is far from the first time, and it most certainly won’t be the last. You breathe out your frustrations and pain through petal-pink lips— allowing the night itself to have them. Reminding yourself that she is unwell in mindful matters.

She is overtaken with sobs again, murmurs of the phantom and a disappearing flower being planted throughout her words. You swipe away at the warm water rolling singular down your cheek before straightening your back and snatching at the candlestick. You’ll remain strong as the eldest should for your siblings, and for your mother.

“I’ll go search for the phantom, mama. You may watch me from the window if you’d like.”

Worry embroiders itself in her wrinkles, and she reaches a weak hand out for you. You ignore it before making your way past your siblings and out into the icy night.

The creak of the window follows not long after, and your candlestick flame dances wildly with the wind, as though they are in a quarrel. As though they are cross.

You squint, midnight surrounding you. Blackness, nothingness.

Yet even so, you make a show of searching the grassy plain for this phantom she speaks of. You don’t seem to find him.

“Oh sweet girl, have you found the creature yet!?”

Your mother cries. You ignore it, inhaling a shaky breath as the wind lashes its anger upon your skin. The grass is dampened and soft, you’ll have to find new socks for they are browned now by dirt.

A bite of breeze steals the flame from you, and your siblings gasp as your glowing features are taken by the night.

“Be calm! It is just the wind! It is creating faces in midnight, mama. That is all!”

A softer sob now, one of realization and perhaps shame. It renders you content, you can rest now. For the hunger of her paranoia and fantasies are fulfilled.

“Follow the sound of my voice!” Your youngest sister Charlotte calls. It is a faint thing beyond the wind. A faint call.

It is as if onyx curtains have been veiled around your eyes. You search the night for a glisten of light and yet there is none.

Your sister calls again, and you stumble over a vine as you walk further toward her humming.

Your eyes shift to the earth’s core to find that odd blossom from earlier on. A strong color of red and blue— and it seems as though it has the power to shine brightly even at the devil’s hour.

You gape at it, grazing your fingertips cautiously against the petals. You must pluck it and use it to lead your way. Yet soon as your touch greets it, it disappears into darkness— into the night.

You gasp, falling onto your bum at its little trick.

It is you know that has fallen ill with ailments of the mind, it seems. The thought frightens you, enough so that the darkness seems to create more faces now. Enough so that you feel far from alone in the dead of nightfall.

Panic constricts you.

“Call for me again, Charlotte!”

A soft hum, but it sounds so far away now. You take a steeling breath and focus, taking only a selfish moment to hesitate before chasing after the sound. Closer and closer, your arched feet press against soft soil as you near the moonlit window.

Your brother holds a match flame so to find you, and you breathe in relief once you near it. Your nightgown is now stained with mud and the earth, you’ll have to sew another one.

The greeting of panicked eyes settle to relief once you near the window— and yet it is not so far after that they widen to saucers again. Another scream from your mother, then from small Charlotte with glossy eyes.

You gasp, turning against the hold of the night to find two crimson orbs staring right through you.

The phantom.

You know those orbs well.

The mysterious townsman who snatched you from immediate death.

Your body finds itself still, but your mind cannot be. It overtakes you, stumbling you backward till your eldest sister’s palm grazes the muddied gown you wear through the window. Reaching for you through the cries.

She cannot snatch you so soon- for the phantom beats her to it.

The sky itself cracks open in a flash of all the colors your mind can create, and a shadowed creature you’re confined to by the night itself snatches you by waist into the painful sight. It is far too bright for gentle eyes.

The sounds of fading screams and panic pools at the bottom of your pounding chest as you’re rushed through a space only meant to make your head ache. You’re certain you’re stuck in a terror now; but your mind is far too weak to bare it. So? You faint.

In the arms of mother’s phantom and his crimson gaze…

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[theprinceofliones]

He knows something's wrong when his son doesn't come home.

Meliodas can feel it in his bones, tingling underneath his skin as his demon blood hums with his unfiltered anxiety. He itches to move, to fight, to distract himself even though it feels like the walls are closing in.

Tristan had left for Benwick a week prior, to visit Lancelot and attempt to find a way to lift him up despite Percival's death, to attempt to bring him back into the fold.

He left with his Platoon, Isolde and Chion, and Meliodas trusted them of course. But, his son was powerful just by himself, so he was at least a little reassured in that aspect. Meliodas never thought Arthur would attack again, not now, not when he'd succeeded in ridding of the prophecy.

Isolde is limping, holding up a barely awake Chion, and all of his fears suddenly come true.

They were attacked by Arthur's knights.

Tristan tried to buy them time to get out of there.

Tristan didn't come home.

His son had been /taken from him/.

Meliodas is ruined.

_

He enters the meeting hall, opening the doors himself and feels as though he's working on autopilot, like someone has taken over his body and is doing everything for him because--how could he do anything else? How could he? When his worst nightmare has become reality.

Elizabeth, his wife, his beautiful, gorgeous other half, his strong, /true/ soulmate stands at the end of the table whilst other Lords of the realm discuss amongst themselves. They had been for days, inside of these four walls, panicked now that Percival's death was made public. Elizabeth had been attempting to placate them, to reassure them that not all was lost.

But, it was. Everything was lost. His son was gone.

Meliodas doesn't feel the tears on his cheeks, nor does he feel the stare and silence of every knight and lord now that he's entered. He simply limps his way over to his wife who's staring at him with wide, golden eyes, absolutely frozen as she watches her husband and his hunched over form, like he'll fall apart.

Something's wrong. Something's happened.

She goes cold, an unmistakable numbness taking over her, true, /pure/ fear taking ahold of everything she is.

She's never felt such terror before. Not ever.

Something's /wrong/.

Meliodas finally makes his way over to her, exhaling shakily before he reaches up to gently grab her hand and, for a moment, it looked as though he were moving to softly graze her stomach, her womb, before he twitches to grasp her palm and turn the two of them around towards the fireplace behind them, away from the eyes of the lords and knights staring at them as though they're ghosts.

Elizabeth feels her husband shake, /shake/, and she thinks she knows.

"Arthur-" Meliodas' voice is hoarse, as though he had been screaming. "He took our boy, Elizabeth. Our baby."

Her worst nightmare, now a reality.

Elizabeth is ruined.

She rips her hand from his, going completely cold, cold as corpse, and takes a step away from him, skin going paler than that of a ghost.

She moves to take another step, and nearly falls over, her foot shaking.

Elizabeth /trembles/, fear overriding her, terror and horror making a home inside of her insides, replacing her blood for dread, and her bones for panic. Her heart beats loudly in her ears, resounding throughout her skull as she moves away from him, trying and nearly failing to hold herself upright.

Her hands reach up to grasp at her stomach, where she once created life from, where she once held her son away from the whole world, where her son couldn't be taken from her.

She bows her head and shakes uncontrollably, all noise turning muffled as grief immediately takes over her, fills her senses and she /sobs/.

/No, no, no/, her mind begs. /Please, let this be a nightmare. Please/.

Her son, her boy, her baby. Gone. Gone. Gone.

/"What's happened?"/

/"Is the Queen alright?"/

/"Your Grace, are you-?"/

Her son, her boy, her baby. Taken. Taken. Taken.

What else would this world take? What else would the Gods deem her unworthy of? How much more would she suffer?

Arthur had been her friend, her ally, but he had lost his way.

She had been prepared to save him, to help guide him back on the right path because-it wasn't his fault. It wasn't him anymore, it was Chaos inside of him, controlling him, making him do things he wouldn't ever normally do.

She was prepared to forgive him.

But there was no forgiveness any longer.

Elizabeth had none left to give.

Suddenly, she lifts her head back up and stands upright, very suddenly calm as she exhales once, twice, three times, through her parted lips.

It was as if all sorrow and grief had been burnt away, burnt away by the boiling, ever so careful /rage/ consuming her, taking over all she was and all she'd ever be.

She can feel the tears drying on her cheeks as she turns around, facing her husband and the rest of the room.

Meliodas stares at her as though he's never seen her before.

The lords and knights all rear back at the sight of her.

"His head," She heaves as her skin boils alive. Her stomach is an empty vessel now, barren and cold. "Bring me Arthur Pendragon's /head/."

She wasn't a defenseless little princess, she hadn't been for a long time, but for the first time since facing off against the Demon King, does she truly feel as though her rage could transform her into something vicious.

Meliodas' eyes are shining still, filled with tears, but they're empty, nearly lifeless, and they are the same in their shared grief. But, hers burns brighter than the light of a thousand suns, and his is an empty cavern filled with nothingness.

The grief and rage of losing a child could burn down the world. Either the Kingdom of Britannia or Kingdom of Camelot could be allowed to prosper, but not both.

Arthur Pendragon would reap what he's now so viciously sown, would pay for everything he had taken from her.

After all, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

#mokushiroku no yonkishi #nanatsu no taizai #tristan liones #the seven deadly sins #meliodas #the four knights of the apocalypse #4kota #elizabeth liones #lancelot #sds #nnt #nnt meliodas #nnt manga #ban nnt #BRING BACK BLOODSTAINED ELLIE NAKABA #HER BABY WAS TAKEN FROM HER CMON NOW

[whoyacallinyellow]

Borrowed Time hurt me a lot omg- Now I offer you even more angst.

It's sad that Javier became the very thing in 1911 that he swore to destroy (working as a hitman for a tyrant government) but it would be even sadder if (as a part 2 ig of borrowed time) Javier and his love meet again but this time, he was there to arrest her and bring her to town to hang.

Borrowed Time II

Javier Escuella x F! reader

Spoilers: major RDR1-2 events Content: 18+, low honor Javier, angst, betrayal, loyalty, dramatic, possessive, referenced/implied sex, canon typical events & violence, possible unintentional spelling mistakes, google translated Spanish Type: I-II changed to second pov (wc - 4133) / pc: pinterest a/n: i can feel this request in my veins, so here’s my mediocre yapping! live, laugh, angst 

Summary: Following the events of Beaver Hollow and your departure, Javier falls into work with Allende. After your reunion he reflects on his time with you, to only turn you in by nightfall. 

It was a warm day in New Austin, the orange rays blanketing the barren dirt landscape, and not a cloud in the sky. Javier only imagined finding himself wandering these lands again, but yet he returned on what seemed to be borrowed time.

A few years had passed since he last saw you at Beaver Hollow. The man could not bear to show his face, the embarrassment of being wrong about Dutch was an ego check it say the very least. 

Yet your note lived in the far corner of his mind, a small cabin just north of MacFarlane's Ranch from his understanding. 

It did not take the man long to find it, local cowpokes cowered at the sight of the large Mexican outlaw sitting upon an even larger steed, interrogating them about a maiden. It was almost as if the best pieces of you resembled him, immediately reminding the folk of who it was he was searching for. 

Boaz grunted against Javier’s spurs, digging deep into the loose red dirt below. The sunbeams which crept through the dry pine trees created quite the atmosphere, allowing Javier to get lost in his head, even if it were just for a few moments of bliss. 

Despite the directions given to him, Javier hoped you had moved on after all these years, fled somewhere safer, started a new life, perhaps changed your name as well. Somewhere he would never find you. 

Boaz continued to race down the winding path, feeding Javier’s anticipation against the warm breeze. As it gusted past the side of his head, loose strands from his tied hair tickled his ears, merely reminding the man how badly he needed a haircut. 

The starving grass which bordered West Elizabeth held a yellow tinge, the land rolled and waved, flourishing with birds and wildlife. Javier reckoned he has not been to the area before, but you were not lying about how appealing it was— a perfect home for you two. 

Upon whipping around the corner, abruptly revealed a small cabin with songbirds singing to him in the trees. The place was quiet, cozy, and seemingly inhabited, with small smoke stacks exhausting from the brick chimney. 

Bringing Boaz to a halt, there was no sign of you— but sure enough a big black cloud skulked in the nearby pen, following you wherever you wandered like a burden. 

Javier stiffly slid off Boaz, his knees nearly giving out from under him as his boots crunched onto the dirt. The beast was grazing on hay as he approached the fence post 

After whistling and calling your shire a few times, Javier was promptly ignored, perhaps the slow and ominous brute heard the man call him el diablo one too many times. 

He was still a strong believer the only reason the horse broke for you was out of pity— you looked like a child struggling to climb him every endeavor. Maybe the beast had a soft spot for you, just like himself. 

But now the old shire was relieved from his saddle, serenading in the New Austin sun, not bothered to obey the envious man’s command. 

Javier leaned against the corral post, admiring what he could have had with you, the thought of being a family man loomed over his shoulders and displayed no signs of leaving. 

You and Javier ran together prior to joining Dutch, less for money and more for survival. Your past crimes covered bounty boards and train stations as a permanent reminder, never forgetting the wrongs that were written. That price only increased once Mexico inevitably caught wind of all the messy jobs in neighboring lands. 

He drowned and you sank with him, the price of his sins were bricks added to your back. Being his accessory, the government saw you as a pawn, smart and knowledgeable, if caught— Javier would come for you, and they would be ready for him. 

Those days were nearly from another lifetime. 

Now under Allende’s ruling fist, he offered him a twisted plea deal of sorts; protection at the cost of something the man held more dearly than life itself—you. Your capture was not about the money nor status, but simply a test of his loyalty to Allende; if Javier did this job, he’d do anything. 

The poor man’s convoluted loyalty never got him far, proving time and time again, leading him only to dead ends and false hopes. Charismatic attributes and big promises was something Javier foolishly gave everything to with a blind eye, something you always warned him about.  

“Javier?—“ 

Your voice could have made him leap out of his own skin. As he hesitantly turned towards you, his gut twisted into something mean. You were beautiful as ever, after all these years you waited for him— just like you promised. 

“Never thought I’d see you again, especially in the west.” You spoke again in disbelief, rag wiping your hands clean of a job he should have been doing. 

Your voice only lived in his memories, hearing it again nearly whipped Javier back into shape, feeling sick for your puppy love he desperately relied on so long ago. 

“Home sweet home.” The man swallowed dryly, throwing his arms out awkwardly and gesturing towards the open lands around you both. 

Before his thoughts could catch up to the moment, you ran to embrace him, flinging yourself into his arms with a long awaited kiss. Javier grunted softly against your lips, staggering back to support you, the extra attention only reminding him how saddle sore he really was.  

Just for a moment things felt normal, a feeling he was searching for since you split. He had a place in this cruel world once again, everywhere had a price on his head, no place to retreat to besides you— you were home. 

Perhaps he could head tail between his legs back to Allende, saying you disappeared. 

Maybe he could take you to Canada, or a tropical island— oh, anywhere but Guarma. 

We must leave,

Javier’s unsaid words pricked beneath his skin, prodding relentlessly at his deepest desires for redemption. 

“Oh—amor.” 

Was all the man could choke out, the words exiting pitiful and weak, a near cry for help you assumed was just your bittersweet reunion. 

Leaning away you smiled coyly at him, admiring your lost cowboy;

Your time apart was not easy on Javier, his hardened stare and the chip on his shoulder now set in stone. 

The constant blazing sun of Mexico, along with surviving off rationed canned beans really took a toll on the man. His face was dull and lacking the usual pigment he wore so handsomely when Mr. Pearson cooked for everyone. 

Javier’s newfound demeanor only put emphasis on his sharp brows peeking from under his bowler cap brim, residing above dark cunning eyes, ready to match any cowpuncher who dared challenge him. 

Over Javier’s shoulder was where his mount rested, hoove digging into the dirt at the end of the cabin’s path. 

“—and Boaz?” You began after a shared silence, slowly approaching the overworked horse. 

“Still kickin’.” He uttered gently, a large hand scratching the back of his neck. 

Boaz never really liked you, or anyone besides Javier that is. It wasn’t until the gang hunkered down in Colter for the stubborn bastard to take a liking to you. 

The weather and unpredictable circumstances was not easy on the gang, including the horses, causing rations to be small among the mounts. 

You always carried treats in your satchel to gain Boaz’s affection, and your efforts would eventually succeed in Colter. You would secretly slip him sugar cubes every time you left the shack, he must have appreciated the extra attention. Javier barely recognized Boaz trotting up to him in the snow, you mounted on top wearing a proud grin. 

You wore a similar grin now, full of satisfaction and pride that he returned to you— with warmth flowing through him, his heart rapidly thumped in his ears, all the pent up feelings for you were reopening like floodgates. 

“What’a nice feller, huh.” You cooed to the mount after a slow approach. 

Showing no distress Boaz allowed your kind pats and rubs. Tenderly nudging you, the horse’s chops tried sneaking its way into your pockets, searching for the snacks you usually held after a long journey. 

“Ai, fácil!” 

Javier exclaimed, quickly guiding Boaz’s large snout away, the loving gestures nearly toppling you over. 

“Guess I’m glad he still remembers me.” You beamed, tipping your hat lower to shield yourself from the beating sun. 

“Or perhaps your donations, amor.” Javier quipped softly, his eyes wandering meekly. 

Something besides time passing seemed different about him, you could not quite pinpoint it. Javier was always a timid man at first when it came to his lover, maybe your time apart presented this old side of him. 

You knelt slightly, peeking under his sunken head which hung towards the ground. 

“Javier? You don’t look so good.” 

Your soft words managed to dig their way through his ringing ears, the man squinted his eyes tightly before swiping his lids with rough fingers. 

“Uh— maybe you oughta sit for a bit, I think you’re overdressed for this heat.” 

Your words broke through once again, giving a small tug on his poncho, his disoriented vision cluttered with black floating spots as you guided towards the porch. 

As his vision continued to warp, the cabin doubled and skewed while you put him in the shade. 

Javier knew you were speaking, your voice fading in and out irreguarly, piercing his ears every so often. 

The words felt like they were being consumed by the ocean, his head bobbed up and down as if he were drowning. All he could think about was Dutch’s screams over the storm and waves, as he was about to be consumed by the large void. 

But Dutch snagged him before being swept away, yanking him upon the tiny rowboat that threatened to tip from the added stress. Javier’s senses were waterlogged, rejecting the mean salty water from his lungs. As he gasped for air; the only thing he thought of was you. 

“S’alright, son, You’re not dying today!” Was the first thing he heard. He faded in and out of consciousness as Dutch beat the sea water out of him, his ribcage rattling under each and every smack. 

Javier sometimes wonders if Dutch should have just let him die, abandon him and allow the dark waters to engulf him whole, repaying his sins to his maker. Maybe his death would free you of your burdens. 

He felt like his time had withered before Dutch had saved him anyways. Being a prisoner in Guarma is what convinced him that he would never make it back to you, sealing the deal. Your previous words borrowed time scratched at his skin again, yearning to be acknowledged. 

“Ah well, I knew you’d come crawling back, you’re here for a reason.” You would always say to him after a particularly dangerous run with the gang. He would dismiss you with a mumble and a kiss, but always knew he was lucky to be alive as more of his brothers began to fall. 

Sometimes he would catch you talking to a disgruntled Arthur as he packed his horse. 

Upon inquiring about your words, Arthur being a somewhat vague man would shortly grumble; 

“Jus’ focus on the job, and returnin’ to your woman, Javier.” 

—and he always did. Javier knew you did not worry about him much, at least outwardly. But he did notice Arthur’s presence whenever trouble presented itself. 

~

“Javier— some water.” 

Your words along with a canteen dangled in front of him, the prior hallucination of a watery grave was almost enough to empty his stomach. 

Javier stared back towards your shire lounging in his corral, his mind once again wandering back to the life he could have had with you. 

In the midst of his tunneling vision, a lean coyote lingered through his gaze, stalking towards him, icy eyes sending daggers into his before diminishing. 

“Javier. Say something.” Your words were now much clearer to him, breaking through his consciousness, the ringing disappeared from his mind fog. 

“‘M alright.” He muttered, spitting out the bitter taste from his mouth. 

“I reckon you oughta take it easy, being an old man n’ all now.”

Javier frowned at you and blinked a couple times, jaw agape, processing the pun you made at his dismay. 

“Ha— so sorry, chica, ‘suppose I’m no longer the young buck you remember.” 

He replied sarcastically, his voice both bold and hoarse as he raised back to his feet, every step whining for rest. 

“Ride with me?” Javier suddenly asked as if nothing happened. It took you by surprise, he had just arrived after all. 

“Alright.” You obliged shortly after a pause. “Let me grab my belt.” You continued, motioning towards the missing holsters on your frame. 

“No need.” He cut you off quickly, his voice leaving traces of urgency. 

“Boaz is packed.” 

You eyed him up, watching the man shutter under your antagonizing gaze, how he hoped you were not suspicious of his intentions after all this time. But rightfully so, the man was yellow-bellied. 

But you had no reason not to trust him. 

You were not exactly sure where Javier was taking you, but for now his company was enough to keep you satisfied. The ride was eerily quiet, even for his standards, being a man of few words. 

After riding a little down south he brought you to a small mountain that overlooked Mexico. He perched you both on a small flat area, just in time for the sun to sink below the land. 

Javier stared over the horizon, he never really did think about how big the south was, yet how small he felt in comparison. A glimmer caught onto his peripheral, turning towards the shine was the pendent he had given you, when you both first started running with the gang. 

The feeling presented itself again, feeling so small in the world— you were the home he had been searching for since the gang's fallout. It was always you. 

He sank into his memories, a vessel of his former self was all that remained. 

You two were quite away from your newly shared camp, with all the members and leads, the moments you had alone became quite sparse. 

“What do you think, Javi?” Your sudden presence caught him off guard. 

“The gang?—“ he pondered your words, leaning against a shady oak. 

“I suppose they’re family for now, señorita. We’re much safer, and they’re good to us.” Javier replied, a hand brushing over the stubble on his jaw. You smiled gently with a nod, making your uneasiness all too obvious. 

“It’s just temporary, amor, once we have the money to get on our feet— it’ll be the two of us again.” He reassured, a polite arm sliding around your waist. 

Javier remembers the look in your eye, doubtful and full of sorrow, but you still trusted him, knowing he would never lead you astray. The same he thought about Dutch.  

Repositioning himself behind you, he dug a necklace from his pocket, draping it over your chest and clasping it. You fidgeted in surprise against his movements, gazing down at the beautiful silver pendant that glistened off the very same sun. Before you could say a word he planted a kiss on your lips, gentle and quick before mounting Boaz. 

“I promise!” 

He called out. After blowing a kiss to you, he was off to assist the gang. He didn’t have much money at the time, but Javier always knew how to make things work—

Oh how naive of him— bright eyed and lovesick, he wanted to make a woman out of you, settle down. That is, before Dutch’s plan captivated him. Which ultimately led to this mess, but who is he kidding, he never really had a chance anyways. 

Javier thought back with immense regret, wishing he was more romantic with you in a way, officially making you his chica earlier on, instead of prolonging it due to the possibility of death. He always feared that courting would further your heartbreak if something bad were to happen. 

It was his own unaddressed way to cope with the harsh reality of survival and being an outlaw, he always prioritized your safety over intimacy until joining the gang. When he looks back on it, your shared time at Horseshoe Overlook and Clemons Point were some of the best times of his life. 

Around that time of riding with the gang was when your relationship with him really began to evolve. The potential competition of other men drove Javier and his intimacy up a wall— his usual gentle lips ghosting over yours turned into small nips, and purple blotches he would mark on your neck late at night. A tight palm covering your mouth which muffled the moans of his name, words the man would kill to hear in such an uncaged manner. He entertained no confusion of who you belonged to; even if he did not make things official until that night at the lake.  

Javier had nearly forgotten the sun had already set, and he somehow had no recollection of it. He looked down at you, only in a thin shirt as you gazed longingly off the mountain side.

The final sunset you shared was simply a ticking clock for him. 

“Cold?” He whispered, words he could barely choke out. 

“A little.” You replied, big doe-like eyes staring up at him, holding so much love for the man. Love he was not sure he ever deserved. 

Forcing his gaze away quickly he arose, soles of his feet vibrating and pulsing with each step. After approaching Boaz his shaking hands freed his bedroll clasps, attention locked upon his rifle poking out of the saddle. 

His head spun, finally digging himself out of his trance. After returning to you, he draped the cloth over you in vain. 

“You okay?” You suddenly asked, your hush voice startling him, he sighed in despair. 

The words you said to him at Beaver Hollow replayed through his mind,

Leave with me. Let’s run away. 

But he could not get them out, his chest quivered under the constraint of his uneven breaths. 

“Course.” He managed to form the word, you nodded in contentment, fresh air filling your nose. 

His response would have to do for now, you decided to cut him some slack since he returned to you, after all. 

By now you knew him well enough. Some nights he would stay up and collect his thoughts before laying beside you. You always respected his space, he had his demons, like everyone else. Soon enough in your slumber  you would feel his protective arms drape around you, his steady breaths hitting the nape of your neck, tense body encapsulating yours— those were the nights you felt the safest, and knew he was going to manage just fine. 

Other nights Javier would stay up while you were by your lonesome. He always feared something would kill the both of you while asleep, reluctantly you agreed. But the man always let you rest, you needed it more, that is for putting up with him all day round. 

It was those nights he always coaxed you to sleep, you insisted he shouldn’t be awake alone, but eventually would give into the soft lulls he would sing, wordlessly agreeing that there was no point for the both of you to be cranky and tired in the morning. 

—But there he sat, only to turn into the monster he swore to protect you from. 

“I love you, Javier.” 

Your words racked his brain, digging and clawing invasively into each one of his bones. Javier thought he imagined them until he looked over to find you staring this entire time. You knew there was something seriously wrong, but surely he would tell you within due time. 

Javier’s voice was lost, swallowing suppressed sobs down his dry throat, he nearly felt like he was drowning once again in the frame he called a body. 

Just like the days he would not say it back while pursuing a lead, with doubts he would not make it back to your arms— but he always did, it was the least he could do. It felt like lifetimes ago to him, how could the man choke out a te amo before sending you in? 

Instead, he planted a kiss on your soft lips, lingering there for a moment, knowing it would be your last. 

Looming below in the shadows, trailing to the border resided monsters he used to protect you from— two Mexican soldiers camped out by the tracks. Their lanterns flickering softly in the distance, patiently waiting for the man to arrive at the agreed meeting spot. 

Javier shivered, feeling like a young boy again. His eyes fixated on the stock of his rifle that Boaz held. 

Your breaths became shallow, harmonizing with the warm night’s breeze as you fell into a slumber. You trusted Javier’s judgment on setting up camp or heading home, you perhaps allowed yourself to get a little too comfortable. 

It all happened so fast for him, and there was no going back. Javier’s mind blurred as he rode, Boaz fussing and fighting under his control. His very own horse feared the  monster he had become, maybe poor Boaz thought he was Javier’s next victim. 

He rode fast— but not fast enough to flee from himself. 

A coyote lurked around the darkness, gazing at Javier from behind the two Mexican soldiers who taunted him, puffing on their big cigars from Uncle Sam.  

The coyote disappeared as Javier reached for his revolver, patiently waiting for the man to shoot him— but he never did. 

The soldier simply laughed, knowing Javier’s bark had no bite. While under Allende’s power, he was simply a coward a soldier would not even match out of pity.  

Soon enough the two men fled into the night, banter that could be heard a mile away through the ravines. Anyone could have mistaken them for sick hyenas. 

He could hear their stallions riding hard in triumph, with a new prize Javier held so close for many years, he watched the soldiers grow smaller and smaller over the uneven land until the darkness swallowed them whole, taking a piece of him along. 

The nighttimes ahead would find Javier in a one horse town saloon, nodding off more times than he could remember. His glass turned from full to empty until his vision doubled. 

Javier was not sure how many days had passed, the whiskey dulling his mind and senses, but the thoughts still ate him alive. 

Did you think he would come for you? Or would you be envious, spilling everything you could before meeting the gallows. 

Javier hid in his palms, knowing he got it all wrong— it should have been him. 

It did not take too long for the man to get kicked out from the saloon due to his drunken stupor, not even the bartender wanted his dirty money. 

Javier took Boaz to what he thought was east, the coyote returned to accompany him, lurking around on the monotone forest floors he traveled. 

The night breeze made Javier reminisce of the times at camp, the very same breeze that whipped through your hair as you would drag him off somewhere secluded, your mischievous grin reflecting off the summer night's moon as you snuck off into the bushes. 

You gave everything to each other— all for nothing it seems.

Javier sank lower into himself before eventually staggering off Boaz. It only took him a few unsteady steps to empty his bowels on the dirt path, elbows hoisting him up on his shaky bent knees. 

Peeking out from his jacket cuff was a scar he once wore proudly on his wrist. A scar he earned in some honky tonk town just because another man looked at you wrong. The mere thought of it worsened his nausea.  

All signs pointed to you, and you were gone because of reasons he barely understood himself— He feared he didn’t know what loyalty was anymore. Or what he stood for in fact. 

Your blind love killed you in the end, and it was his cross to bear. 

The sky was dark and dull, which was just as familiar as a bottle and a glass. Not a single star in the sky greeted him, leaving him to fester alone. 

The wind howled violently through the trees, causing the leaves to rustle and sway. A northern was quickly sneaking upon the lands of New Austin. 

His lone coyote joined him on a distant cliffside, coat black as sin, mocking the cowboy who lingered below. 

~

#rdr2 headcanons #javier escuella #x reader #javier escuella x reader #headcanons #red dead redemption 2 x reader #rdr2 x reader #rdr x reader #red dead redemption fandom #tried using metaphors and connecting it to both the in game lore and part 1 #i think i like it??? #low honor #but could be occ still?

[cottoncandy-cult]

Meliodas x chubby! reader

Meliodas sighed as he entered his bedroom in just his pants, he had just finished his bath and was ready for bed. He smiled towards the comfy piece of furniture as he entered, that smile broadening when he spotted the lump under the covers. (Y/n) had come up to the room an hour before him, she had been quite tired after how busy the day had been, and he didn't blame her. She always worked hard and today they had more customers than any of their previous stops, because of that after they closed most of them hung around near the bar for a drink or two. The blonde male made his silent approach, a small candle dimly burned on his side of the bed and lit up the small area. Giving him enough light to see his sleeping lovers face, he adored the woman more than anything else in this world. He moved to sit beside her, reaching out to gently stroke her plump cheek and brush some of her silken (H/c) hair away. It had been almost a year since they started dating, the two were a bit of an odd pair given their different heights and frames. He was smaller and leaner while she was taller and pleasantly chubby, he loved that about her. He'd certainly love her no matter her form, but he thought she was beautiful as she was.

His movements were slow and deliberate as he slid under the cover, he was careful when snuggling up to her but even in her deep sleep she recognized his presence. Her body curled towards him a little, a soft hum escaping the sleeping girl. Meliodas chuckled softly as he wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling the top of (Y/n)'s head as he gently rubbed her back. His fingers grazed over a couple deep scars, making him hold her closer as a colder look filled his eyes. When they had first met the girl had been living in a disgusting town, the town and a majority of its people were cruel and selfish and only cared about physical appearance. (Y/n) was one of a handful of good people being treated like dirt, it wasn't even as if she eats a lot but that it was just her more natural body. He thought she was beautiful, but he watched others insult and harass her, it was when things got physical, and she got thrown across a rocky hill side that he decided to put his foot down. They were near a slate like mountain so most the natural stones were quite hard and sharp, it was one reason boats were incredibly careful near its coast.

Meliodas hadn't been the only one to witness what had happened, Elizabeth had been quick to rush to the girl's side and that was enough to make the others move. They brought the girl into the boar's hat and tended to her injuries, every time he saw or touched these scars, he felt his anger bubble up. She was too sweet of a girl to deserve such harsh treatment. His movements came to a stop when he heard her groan, his fingers stopping where they were as she shifted. "Meli, you're squishing me..." Her sleepy voice made him realize he had been holding her tight to his chest, so he loosened his grip and watched her lean back a little to look up at him. Having just woke and still being tired her (E/c) eyes were a bit bloodshot and glossy; she gave him a lazy smile. "I keep telling you not to touch them if it's gonna upset you..." Her voice was a bit raspy and low, but he still smiled when hearing her speak to him. "I'm not upset, I just don't understand how so many people can be so ugly that they make excuses to hurt an angel..."

His voice was soft and smooth as he leaned his forehead against hers, gently rubbing his nose against her own as a deep crimson covered her cheeks. Her body pressed close to his as her own arms curled around his waist, one of her legs slipping between his own as they tangled themselves together. "None of that matters now, I'm here with you and I wouldn't want to be anywhere else." She leaned forward to steal a kiss from him, something he quickly reciprocated. The kiss was sweet and warm, both parties smiling lovingly as they'd break apart just to reconnect over and over before they settled against the pillows together. As the candlelight began to fade out the two had begun to fall asleep, comfortable within each other's arms.

#candy cult vault #fluff #x reader #fem reader #chubby reader #meliodas #meliodas x reader #seven deadly sins fluff #seven deadly sins #nanatsu no taizai

[vampi-fixx]

day 3, meliodas: restraints

kinktobruary day 3

meliodas x reader // seven deadly sins

summary: meliodas has a past, and you can respect that. what you can’t accept however, is him flagrantly flirting with someone else in front of you. as punishment, you discipline him in the bedroom.

tw/cw: 18+ only, minors dni, fem!reader, bondage, femdom, mild cat torture, jealous sex, cheating play

—note: if you are insecure about your partner cheating on you, please do not take this as guide for how to deal with them omfg. open communication is much sexier for real.

word count: 1.2K

“These seem to hold pretty tight,” he remarks brightly, tugging halfheartedly at the chains restraining him to the bed.

Of course the both of you know he could break out of them easily with his demon strength, but he seems apt to at least try to play along.

So you play your role as well.

“Captain…” you say, deceptively calm before the storm. “Did I say you could talk?”

His eyes widen slightly. “Ah... of course not. Sorry, (Y/N).”

“That’s mistress to you.”

“Mistress,” he says it like he’s testing the word out on his tongue. He is, after all; the two of you have never gone this far before. He’s never relinquished this much control to you. “Of course.”

“Now Captain, do you know why you’re here?”

“No,” he says, honestly. His obliviousness sends something hot surging inside you. It compels you to tilt his head up by his chin, peering into his wide emerald eyes.

“I know you said we should keep things a secret, Captain, but… I don’t think I like your treatment of some of the female workers around here.”

“Oh?”

“In particular…” Your nails trail down his chest, stopping right over his hearts. “The way you grope Elizabeth.”

“Oh.” His breath hitches when your hand trails further down, nudges the growing bulge in his trousers. “Ah.... You know Elizabeth and I cut things off awhile ago.”

“Oh? Do I?”

You lean in closer to him, your hands quickly undoing his belt and slipping his pants and undergarments down his legs. His cock is half-hard, pressing up towards you, and as you arch your back to take his pants off completely, your breasts graze it.  His gaze flickering downwards, heady, as his cock throbs. His fists clench in the cuffs. 

“I think you’ve been pretty naughty if you ask me,” you say. “Wandering hands deserve some kind of punishment, don’t you think?”

Your tongue engulfs his cock in the hot cavern of your mouth, and despite himself, Meliodas grunts, bucking up into your touch.

Your mouth pulls off him as you shoot him a disapproving look. “Ah-ah-ah, no moving, Captain.”

His brow furrows as you engulf him in your mouth again, his displeased frown morphing into a grimace. Before long, he’s velvet steel in your mouth, and you shift gears; your tongue caresses the sides of his length in a way that has his abs clenching under your hand, his arms tensing against the bonds.

The angle he’s chained at makes it difficult for him to admire the sight of you. How he long to rip off the chains, curl his fingers into your hair, and control the pace at which your pretty mouth sucks him off, but he restrains himself. That is, until you take him all the way to the back of your throat. Meliodas lets out a ragged groan, the heels of his feet digging into the thin mattress. This is a new trick up your sleeve.

He’s so, so close, he can almost taste his release on his tongue. His eyes clench shut as he feels pleasure curl up his spine at the way your tongue flicks at the head of his cock. But then—you’re pulling off, and his dick is exposed to the cool air, made cooler by the remnants of your saliva on it. You grin at him, your lips shiny, and he frowns.

“(Y/N)—“ You shoot him a look. He swallows down his pride. “Ah… mistress… please....”

Quicker than he expects, you hand comes down to slap one of his balls. He jerks forward, a groan tearing its way from his throat.

“What do bad boys say?”

You fondle the same ball roughly, and the shocks of pain and oversensitivity nearly have him whimpering. He grits his teeth. “S-sorry,” he says, voice strained.

You hum. “Sorry for what?” 

“Sorry for—for looking at other women—“

Your hand comes down on his dick this time, and he convulses, a whine tearing out of his throat. He’s so—damn sensitive down there, and the way you handle him roughly has him teetering on the edge of insanity.

He can barely focus on the questions you ask him, but he forces himself to, lest he receive a worse punishment. “What kind of punishment do you deserve? Should I even let you cum?” you say idly.

“Y-Yes—” He swallows, hard. “Yes, you should.”

“Hmm, I’m not sure.”

“P-please, mistress.” His mouth runs dry. His dick has so far managed to maintain its hard state, pre-cum beading at the tip.

You kneel down, wrapping your breasts around his cock, and then you’re jerking him off in short, sharp movements. He lets out a strangled whimper when your tongue darts out to lick his engorged, red tip. At this point, he’s desperate for any kind of release, and begins shallowly thrusting into your breasts. 

Meliodas’ eyes slip shut again, his face scrunching up as his dick continues to twitch between your breasts. Just as his mouth opens in rapture, you’re gone again, and his eyes snap open.

He nearly whines out your name, the chains creaking ominously. You lean in.

“Tell me how sorry you are, and maybe I’ll let you finish.”

“S-Sorry,” he grits out.

“Louder.”

“Sorry!”

“For what?”

“For… groping her.”

“Will you do it again?”

“N-No—”

Your hand closing around him feels so damn good, he nearly finishes right then and there. You jerk him off in fast, fierce movements and it isn’t long before he’s rutting into your hand, his breaths quickening. He groans your name as his release splatters all over your hand. You continue pumping him through his orgasm, your pace slowing as Meliodas begins twitching at the hypersensitivity. You give him one last pump, your hand sliding slowly along his softening length, smearing some of his release back onto his cock. You revel in the way he trembles—he never looks as good as he does flushed and at your whim—before releasing your grasp.

The chains snap not a second later and Meliodas’ hand comes up to rest over his brow as he attempts to even out his breathing.

“Ha... maybe we should do that again.” He grins at you.

You punch him in the shoulder lightly, raising your brow. “Ouch, okay, okay…. but seriously...” His face turns serious. “Were you worried?”

You can’t seem to meet him in the eye, and he grabs your hand. “Eli was my past, but she’s in the past.” When you still refuse to look at him, he props himself up, before prodding your cheek. “You’re my future,” he says, as if it’s simpler than the air the both of you breathe.

You roll your eyes at him. “That’s cheesy.” 

“Yeah, it doesn’t suit me,” he muses. “Anyways! Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m the one who slapped your balls, and you’re asking me if I’m okay?” you say, exasperated, but stop at the look on his face. “Yeah… I-I’m fine now.”

He nods. “I’ll stop. Unless—”

“Unless what?” You send him an unamused look.

“I mean, this would be nice to do again….” he says thoughtfully.

Your eyes widen. “That seriously didn’t hurt or anything?”

He ponders it, bringing his hand to his chin. “It hurt in a good way. Much better than taking hits from the Ten Commandments or Ban. I see why people get addicted to this kind of stuff!”

Meliodas really is a freak, both in and outside of the bedroom.

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[make-me-imagine]

Lost Moment

Scenario Prompt: 'B sitting/standing behind A and leaning into them as they show/teach them how to do something.' Requested By: @spuffyfan394

Pairing: Cpt. Jack Sparrow x Gn!Reader

Warnings: None!

Words: ~1k

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The cool salty breeze washed over you as you looked out at the open sea. The waves rocked the ship, as a storm loomed in the distance. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath.

Jack absentmindedly rocked the helm back and forth with the movement of the waves. His eyes were locked on your profile, watching as you stood at the edge of the ship, eyes closed, taking a deep breath in. The sun was washing over you, lighting up your features.

A soft smile sat on his lips as he watched you. It had become harder and harder to keep his eyes off of you over the time you became a member of his crew. He was surprised when you stayed behind after Will and Elizabeth left, back to their normal lives. But he was glad you stayed, you were suited to this life, this was where you were meant to be.

"Dreaming up anything exciting love?" He called out.

Opening your eyes, you looked over at Jack as he watched you from the wheel. You felt butterflies in your stomach as you took in how he was looking at you. A playful smile on his face, as his eyes raked over you.

You smiled softly and shook your head, "I wasn't dreaming up anything at all." Turning, you walked a bit closer, Jack's eyes never left you as you grew closer.

"Not even thinking of the day you might have your own ship?" He asked with a crooked smile.

You leaned on the banister in front of him and smiled "As if you'd ever let me. I'd be too tough of competition for you and you know it."

He leaned forward as he spoke with a voice of awe. "Oh, but wouldn't that be fun?" You let out a soft laugh and shook your head. He watched you for another moment. "Come over here." He said, motioning his head, and waving his hand around.

You furrowed your brow as you walked around to meet him. Stepping aside, he gestured at the helm "Take it."

You gave him a questioning gaze, but he simply motioning his head at the wheel. Stepping in front of the wheel, you cautiously put your hands on the spokes. You felt a chill run up your spine as Jack suddenly stepped up behind you, his chest almost pressed against your back.

Reaching around you, he softly grabbed your hands, moving them to different spokes. Without removing his hands, he stepped a bit closer to you, his chest now pressed against you. His head beside yours, close enough for you to feel his breath on your cheek.

"People often mistake steering a ship a simple feat. But to keep steady on the waves, heading in the right direction, takes skill some don't have." He spoke softly, his hands guiding yours through the motions of the wheel.

Slowly, he removed his hands from yours, hovering them as you continued the motion he had shown you. You moved with the motion of the waves, keeping your direction. He smiled as he watched the concentration on your face.

Leaning in a bit further, his lips almost grazing your ear, he spoke in a whisper. "You're a natural love."

You felt a chill wash over you again, as heat rose up your neck and ears. You spoke softly, your voice somewhat restrained. "You should be careful about what you teach me Jack. I just might start a mutiny and steal the ship."

He smirked, whispering into your ear again. "Wouldn't that be exciting?" He cooed. "But you'd miss me too much." He added, and you could hear the smirk on his lips.

You smiled to yourself. "Always thinking so highly of yourself." You said teasingly as you looked back at him.

Your breath caught in your throat as realized just how close he was. His eyes locked with yours, a crooked smile on his face, his nose close to brushing yours.

Feeling his hands suddenly rest on your hips, your breath hitched in your throat. His eyes slowly left yours, drifting down to settle on your lips. Pulling you back a little, closer to him than you thought possible, his nose brushed yours, as his lips hovered over yours. As his eyes met yours again, you were almost startled by the eagerness within them.

Inching a little closer, you felt his lips barely brush against yours. Your chest tightened as your breath still held in your throat. Jack slowly lifted his head, purposefully brushing his nose against yours, teasing you with the possibility of a kiss.

Just as he began to close in, you jumped as a loud shout came from the other side of the ship.

"Jack! Jack!" Gibb's called out, clearly panicked.

Jack closed his eyes in annoyance as he spun around. You finally took a breath and stepped away, seemingly snapping out of the moment.

"Gibbs! Bad timing as usual. What could you possibly be shouting at now?" He asked with annoyance.

"Jack-" Gibbs stopped in front of the two of you breathlessly. "A ship, coming up on us! Looks like the Navy."

You felt your heart leap a bit as Jack spun around, facing you. He leaned in a little, and spoke softly. "We'll continue this later." He said with a soft smirk and a wink, before he began shouting out orders.

You let out a deep breath, shaking off the moments tension before you started running around the ship preparing to outrun the navy ship. All the while, your thoughts kept leaping back to what happened with Jack and what he said. What exactly was going to happen "later"?

xx End xx

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[themidnightcrimson]

The After-Party. | e. olsen

(satan works hard but i work harder)

(part 1)

summary: in which lizzie wants to celebrate the movie premiere with you at an after-party, but you just can’t help but act up.

warnings: top!lizzie, teasing, jealousy, strap on

this post is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact.

masterlist.

You had been looking forward to the premiere ever since the press tour had started. After going to Berlin and London with Lizzie, you were happy both to be back home and to finally see the movie. Of course, after the events at the London photocall, the press tour had become much more exciting.

Ever since London, Lizzie had left you touch-deprived as some sort of continuing punishment added onto her bending you over her lap and spanking you. Of course, there were little tantalizing touches like gliding her hand down your lower back or her fingertips grazing your neck as she tucked your hair behind your ear. Her kisses were slow and gentle, never returning your ones of hunger nor your grasps of need.

Clay and her other stylists showed up in the afternoon, and as per usual, Lizzie locked herself away in another room of your home to give you that element of surprise once she got ready.

And just like the London photocall, you were thoroughly shocked.

The best you could do to distract yourself while waiting was to lounge on the couch and watch TV. When you heard the bedroom door opening upstairs, you found yourself popping up to your feet. The sound of heels clicking down the stairs strung your heart tightly in your chest, and you gazed up the steps and watched Elizabeth descend them slowly, first seeing her heels, followed by wide, black pants, and then a stiff black blazer fastened with a silver clip that accentuated her waist. Her shoulders moved slightly forward as she came into view, the blazer sharpening them at a parallel angle. What caught your eye the most was how the blazer was basically half open in a plunging neckline that showed the valley of her breasts and her toned upper abdomen. Her neck was long and swanlike as your eyes traversed up to see her eyes connect with yours, surrounded with dark eyeshadow that instantly heightened her viridescent orbs. Her short blonde hair met her shoulders with the perfect amount of space in between, swooped over to the side and loosely crimped.

"Holy fuck," were the only words you could manage to get out. Lizzie grinned at your taken aback expression as she stepped off the stairs and sauntered towards you, becoming taller the closer she got to you. The way she walked, her hips swaying, her shoulders leaned back, arms confidently swinging at her sides, made you feel weak in the knees.

Her deep vanilla scent filled your nostrils as she came up to you, smirking at the way your eyes helplessly fell down to her chest. "Are we going to have a repeat of London?" she inquired, bringing her hands to your waist and pulling you closer. You practically fell into her strong arms, careful to not mess up her outfit as you held her by her shoulders which were lean and toned under your hands and through the fabric.

You stared up at her in awe, eyelashes fluttering. "Are we?" You pressed your hips into hers, desperate to know if she was wearing her piece, but she moved them away from you.

"Tsk tsk," she clicked her tongue and tilted her head at you. "You don't want to wrinkle my suit, do you?"

A whine nearly escaped your throat. "Maybe just a little bit."

Lizzie rolled her eyes and grinned, releasing you as her stylists came into the room, her assistant already holding her things. "It's already 5, we need to get going," she said, glancing at her phone. "Twitter is already going crazy asking when you're going to show up."

"That's my queue," Lizzie said, walking away from you and following her assistant to the front door. You skipped behind her, biting your tongue to keep from begging her to stay.

"Not even a kiss?!" you asked as her stylists and assistant went through the door, Lizzie pausing to turn and look at you over her shoulder with a smirk. Her eyes were sparkling tonight as she looked you up and down darkly.

"Maybe if you're good at the party, I'll give you a kiss," she said, and you almost seethed in frustration.

You scowled at her and tilted her head, feeling a sharp attitude overcome you from being so deliberately touch-deprived the past several days. "Just a kiss?" you snapped.

Lizzie laughed at you almost pathetically and answered, "Wear something sexy, and I'll think about it." She went to leave but then turned once more to look at you. "And if you touch yourself while I'm gone, your punishment will be even more unbearable."

No way. There was no possible way she could go even longer without giving you what you wanted, what you needed. Before you could even open your mouth to argue, she left.

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You tried your best to stay off Twitter as you were getting ready for the party, seeing all the pictures and videos of Lizzie looking absolutely stunning. It made you even more antsy to see her again, and even more sexually frustrated. Your driver could not drive any slower on the way to the venue, your knee bouncing restlessly as you stared out the window.

By the time you arrived to the venue, you felt as though you were sweating through your dress. The driver opened the door for you, and your legs wobbled as you stepped out, your long black dress pooling on the ground behind you. Although it was a strictly no-photography event, it was standard to dress up since all the stars had just come back from the premiere and had their best outfits on.

Although the train of your dress was long, there was a slit that ran all the way up to your hip, leaving your legs exposed. Walking in heels was something you had never gotten used to nor planned to, but you managed to keep yourself slightly elegant as you entered the venue.

These parties were always a mixture of refined and wild depending on who was there and how much the bar had been visited. A few vaguely familiar faces smiled at you as you made your way to the main room where the music and bar was, entering through the wide doors to see a crowd of people. From the actors to the cast and crew to executives and a few sneaky journalists, it was half as packed as the Endgame after-party, which meant you could hardly guess just how many people were packed into that room.

Holding up your dress so as to not step on it or have it be stepped on, you made your way through the crowd in search for a tall blonde. Hearing a commotion, you glanced across the room to see Benedict sprinting with a team of his bodyguards behind him, which was unsurprising.

As you ventured further into the crowd, blue and purple lights flashing all around and people in suits and dresses standing and talking, some dancing to the music which was loud but not too loud, you started to feel overwhelmed. Was Lizzie even here yet? How were you ever going to find her in this sea of people?

Once you started to panic, you felt a pair of hands gently grab your waist from behind. You jumped and tried to turn around, but a body was pressed against you.

"I thought I saw the most beautiful girl in the room," came a velvety voice behind you that brought warmth to your ears.

You rolled your eyes and leaned into Lizzie, her hands connecting at your front where you placed your own over them. "You just lost brownie points for such a cheesy line."

"I'm not wrong though," she remarked, and you felt her chin rest on your shoulder. "I just watched half the men in this venue eye-fuck you."

You bit your lip as your face tinted pink, looking down to see the way Lizzie's hands were pressed against your stomach. "At least someone's wanting to," you countered, immediately feeling regret from letting your attitude get the best of you.

You felt Lizzie turn to look at the side of your face, her fingertips tensing over your abdomen. "What did you say?" she asked in a serious tone.

Leaning to the side, you turned your head as far as you could to look up at her, chills erupting within you at the look on her face. Blue lights flashed over her eyes, and even though the music was loud, you suddenly felt deaf.

Confidence spurred you. "I'm starting to think you'd rather let other people think about fucking me than doing it yourself."

Fuck.

Lizzie's perfect eyebrows raised, her lips parting to show her teeth in a scowl that made you want to start frantically apologizing. Her hands moved out from under yours to pinch both of your sides, her thumbs digging into your back as her larger hands managed to wrap around you.

She came even closer, if that was possible, and whispered, "I think you'd better watch your mouth, little girl," she spat, and by the usage of that nickname, you knew you were in deep shit.

You pursed your lips and tried to stop yourself from smarting back, but you were so frustrated in your desire for Lizzie that she refused to quell that you were helpless in the words tumbling out. "Why should I watch my mouth when half the men in this venue are watching it for me?"

You waited for Lizzie to scowl, to fire back, to get even more pissed, but fear shook you to your very core when she only let out a despotic laughter that would have seemed like a friendly one to anyone else.

"Oh," she sighed as her laughter died down, her hands moving to grab your wrist. "You're coming with me."

With a tug, Lizzie had you stumbling in your heels, trying to keep up with her as she dragged you through the crowd of people. Trying your best to look like there was nothing unusual happening, you followed Lizzie out of the room and down the hall. A few people turned to look at you, and thankfully you didn't think any of them were journalists.

"Lizzie," you whined, wondering where the hell she was taking you. Ignoring you, she burst open a door near the end of the hallway and pushed you inside, slamming the door shut behind her.

Confused, you looked around the small room to see it was some kind of storage room for sound equipment, no bigger than a walk-in closet.

"You like the idea of half the men in there watching you, huh?" Lizzie asked you in a scarily quiet tone as she closed the door and locked it, turning to look at you. She straightened her blazer and came towards you, eyes hard as stone and darkened under the dim lighting of the room.

Grinding your jaw, you stared up at her. "No, Lizzie, I don't."

Lizzie only laughed again, making you even more angry. "Well, you said it yourself that you think I don't want to fuck you." She kept coming closer to you until you had to back away, being met with the wall. She wasted no opportunity in pushing you against it, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head. "You know deep down it was just your punishment for being such a slut," she whispered huskily against your lips, grazing them but not kissing them.

"Consider me punished," you said between shaky breaths, raising your chin to hold her eye contact.

Lizzie smirked and turned her face to press her lips against your jaw. "I'll consider you punished when my cock is buried inside you."

With her words, Lizzie pressed herself into you, and you felt that familiar hard length pushing against your thigh. Your eyes immediately fluttered closed, a throb of desire erupting within you. "Then punish me."

Her breath fanned over your neck as she chuckled, moving away to look into your eyes, taking your chin by her fingers. "You're gonna have to do better than that." She leaned forward and pressed her lips against yours, moving her hand down and sliding it between the slit in your dress. "What were you thinking wearing this dress, hm?" She ran her hand up the inside of your thigh, coming to cup your core only to find you were not wearing any underwear. Her resolve visibly faltered as she glanced down and whispered, "Fuck."

"Thinking maybe you'd finally fuck me since I've been such a good girl," you whispered, moving your free arm to hook it around her shoulders.

"Good girl?" Lizzie echoed as she ran her fingers through your bare slit and felt your wetness, causing your breath to hitch. "I hardly think so."

Just having Lizzie touching you there for the first time in days was enough for you to have to hold back a moan. She ran her fingers through your folds, coming to circle your clit. Her breathing grew heavy as she returned her lips to your jaw, leaving a trail of hot kisses down your neck. You closed your eyes and leaned your hips up to meet her touch, desperate for more.

"You're so wet," she breathed against your neck, bringing a flurry of warmth and tingles there.

"All for you," you whispered, earning a low growl against your ear. You could tell Lizzie was hardly holding out anymore, doing everything she could to keep her fingers focused on your clit. Knowing exactly her weak spots, you turned your face to press your lips against her ear and whisper, "Please, fuck me, Mommy."

Lizzie inhaled deeply against you, her entire body tensing. "Fuck," she cursed, and you felt her hand move away from you. Keeping her mouth on your neck, she moved her lower half away from you to fumble with the button of her pants, swiftly undoing them and taking out her strap. "You're such a bad girl," she groaned, hastily hitching your dress up over your hips. "But you're my bad girl."

You sighed at her words, feeling her grab your thigh and bend it up. You instinctively hooked your knee around her hip as she brought hers closer to you, pulling away from your neck to look down and guide her strap to your entrance. You felt the tip pushing against you and moaned, and as Lizzie sunk her entire length inside you, you threw your head back against the wall.

"Shit," Lizzie cursed against your collarbone as she filled you up, meeting some resistance even through how soaked you were. Her strap of choice was bigger than usual, and as she slowly dragged it out before burying it inside you again, you saw stars.

"Mommy," you whined as she started fucking you at a slow pace, but as soon as the word left your lips she delivered a sharp snap of her hips that made you wince.

"That's right, baby," Lizzie breathed, "I'm your Mommy." Needing more control, Lizzie propped your other leg up and held you up completely against the wall. You wrapped your legs around her and grabbed the shoulders of her suit as she used the new position to start pounding into you. Your entire body was pushed up the wall with each thrust, holding onto Lizzie for dear life as she fucked you.

Her lips found yours, sliding her tongue into your mouth with passion and force. Your legs spread wide open for her as she thrust between them, all you could feel was pure pleasure all throughout your body. Your hands dipped down Lizzie's chest and through her blazer to grab at her breasts, and the woman moaned into your mouth. Her hips were snapping so hard and fast that you could barely keep up with the motions, simply letting her fuck you however she pleased. Your walls were throbbing around her cock as it plundered through them, reaching your inner depths to hit that sweet spot inside you. Even though it had only been a matter of days, you so desperately missed the feeling of her filling you up, and apparently Lizzie missed the feeling of fucking you, because she was starting to become so unraveled that she had to bite your neck to keep from moaning loudly.

"Oh my God," you moaned as you started to come close, hearing Lizzie's muffled grunts in your neck as her hips started to stutter. You could tell she was close by the way her hands were bruising your hips and the way she was pushing herself so desperately hard against you, nearly suffocating you against the wall. All you could see was her, all you could feel was her, and all you could hear was her. You were completely and utterly filled and surrounded by Lizzie, and it was enough to send you over the edge.

As your uncontrollable moans filled the room, Lizzie's joined you soon after. Right before she came, she plowed into you with such force that twinges of pain were felt through your orgasm. Her teeth sunk into your neck were certain to leave marks, and you would undoubtedly have bruises to account for the next day.

As Lizzie came against you, she finally slowed her pace, her cock moving gently inside you as she held you against the wall, panting into your neck. You held onto her as you caught your breath, your climax having blinded you.

"Fuck," she cursed again against you, carefully moving her upper body away to look at you while still supporting you against the wall. There was a glean of sweat on her forehead, and her dark eye makeup had somehow expanded over her eyes and smeared. Her lips were swollen from kissing you, and you nearly came again just at the sight of her like that.

She looked at you softly for a moment, lips parted as she panted. Bringing her hand up, she moved a bit of your ruined hair out of your face, smiling at how much your own makeup had smeared. "You looked great ten minutes ago, but you look even better now."

#elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen smut #lgbt #lesbian #smut #elizabeth olsen x y/n #elizabeth olsen x f!reader #wanda maximoff #marvel #multiverse of madness

[oizysian]

Mine | Elizabeth Olsen

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, fingering, strap use, oral, dubcon (if you squint), slight breeding.

Word count: 3k+

AN: This is just smut, I hope you all enjoy it!

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“You’re going to be mommy’s good girl aren’t you, sweetheart?”

Her fingers trailed up my thigh as she drove and my breath hitched.

“You’re going to do everything mommy says tonight, right? You’ll be my good little cumslut, won’t you?”

“L-Lizzie …” I stuttered softly, the wetness building up between my legs the proof of what her words were doing to me.

“You’re going to take my cock in that pretty mouth of yours -”

“Liz -”

“And I’m going to touch your needy pussy until I’m satisfied.”

I let out a moan then, not fighting against her fingers as they just barely grazed along my soaked panties.

“I’m gonna fuck you all night long. Until you’re begging me to stop because you’re so sensitive. Why? Because you were a brat tonight. Teasing me like you did.”

“I-I’m sorry, mommy.”

“Oh, it’s too late for that, dove. You need to be punished.”

“Please,” I uttered softly, her nails digging into the inside of my thigh. “Mommy, please.”

“Don’t beg now, sweetheart, we’re going at my pace. We’re doing what I want.”

She pulled into the garage and shut the car, turning to me and taking my face in her hand.

“And I want to do you. And I will do you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, mommy.” I whispered softly, not wanting to antagonize her further.

“Such an obedient girl.” She gave me a quick kiss before releasing me, unbuckling her belt and getting out of the car.

I stayed sitting for a moment, waiting to catch my breath and to maybe stop the aching between my thighs for a moment. She grew impatient and opened the car door for me, waiting for me to follow her out. I licked my dry lips and undid my belt, slowly and shakily getting out of the car.

She closed the door once I was out and the beeping of the car alarm was all that could be heard in the silence of the garage. I followed her silently into the house, not knowing what she would do or when she would do it. The anticipation and excitement was almost too much, and I nearly burst as I continued to follow her steps.

She led me into the bedroom and stood in front of me, just waiting.

“Undress me.” She finally spoke and I walked over to her, unbuttoning her dress shirt, pulling it out of the waistband of her pants and pushing it off her shoulders, letting it fall in a heap behind her. I took a moment to admire her full, perky breasts, free of the confines of her shirt.

Her eyes never left my face as I worked on the button of her dress pants, pulling at the zipper to work it down. I pulled her pants down, coming face to face with her covered sex as I helped her out of them.

I breathed heavily, staying on my knees before her, hooking my fingers in the waistband of her panties and pulling them down so she could step out of them. I carefully placed her panties with her pants and looked up at her, her eyes staring into my own.

“You wanna make mommy happy?” She asked softly and I nodded. “You wanna make mommy cum?” I nodded again and she smiled.

She ran her fingers through my hair and I nearly purred at the feeling of her nails scratching my head ever so gently. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and brought my face to her pussy, the musky smell of her driving me absolutely insane.

“Lick my pussy, babygirl.”

Without a second thought, I stuck out my tongue and licked her slit, my tongue slipping between her slick folds and dipping into her heat. She let out a low moan as I sucked on her clit, fucking her slowly with my tongue.

“Don’t tease.” She demanded, pulling on my hair.

“Yes, mommy.” I spoke into her pussy as I continued to lap at her wetness, my chin completely covered in her slick.

I flattened my tongue against her, letting her use my face how she pleased. She gripped my hair tighter and rode my tongue, her hips jerking and twitching ever so slightly due to her upcoming orgasm.

“Yeah, just like that. That’s my good girl.”

My legs shook with desire as she egged me on, my hands finally raising to grip at her thighs as I ate her out. My nails dug into her skin as she humped me harder, faster, and I knew she was close by the guttural sounds she was making.

She chanted my name softly as her orgasm overtook her, her legs shaking under my hands as she came all over my face.

She released my hair, petting my head as she let out a long, content sigh. I looked up at her and admired her beautifully flushed face, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth in ecstacy.

“Such a good girl for mommy.” She cooed softly, running her fingers through my hair.

I smiled up at her and she nodded towards the bed.

“Take off your clothes. I want to play with my pretty girl now.”

I stood up from my place on the floor and began to strip, her eyes following my hands as I undressed myself. She looked so hungry staring at me, I thought she would pounce me right then and there before I even got naked.

“On the bed.” She breathed, her chest heaving with excitement.

I obeyed, laying down on my back, my head against the pillows. She climbed onto the bed next to me, her hand gliding up my side teasingly as she admired me.

“Do you think you can last all night, love?”

I looked down at her hand, then up at her face and shook my head.

“No?” She took my left nipple between her fingers and twisted it gently. “I think you can.”

I swallowed roughly, my legs squeezing together to ease the ache, my sticky slick dripping down my thighs. I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to handle what Lizzie was going to dish out.

“I know you can. I know you’ll let me play with you all night because you’re my sweet girl. You’ll be good for mommy, won’t you?”

I hesitated a moment, but nodded and she smiled down at me, her hand trailing down from my breast to settle between my legs, parting them gently so she could cup my sex.

“This is all mine, pretty girl. This pussy is mine.” She let her fingers trail along my soaked folds, barely brushing against my throbbing clit. “Say it.”

“It’s yours.”

“What is?”

“My pussy is yours. All yours, mommy.”

“That’s right, sweetheart. This pretty pussy is mine.”

She gave my mound a slap and my hips jerked upward, a hiss slipping past my lips. She smirked at me, pressing her fingers into my cunt, drawing a low moan out of me.

“Yes, let me hear you. Let me hear all those pretty sounds.”

“M-mommy,” I whimpered softly, her fingers pumping in and out of me slowly. “Please.���

“Please what?”

“Please.” I raised my hips towards her and let out a pathetic whine.

“I need words, sweetheart.”

“Fuck me, mommy.”

“Oh, you want me to fuck you?” She curled her fingers upward and I mewled softly. “I said I just wanted to play with you. I want to touch every inch of you. I want you to beg me for it.”

She pulled her fingers out of my wetness and brought them up to her face, making a show of sucking them as I lay beside her, shaking from desire.

“And when you’ve begged me enough, I’ll let you cum.”

“No, mommy.” I whined. “I wanna cum.”

She pressed a kiss to my lips, smiling as she did so.

“You’ll cum when I say you can cum.”

I whined again, pouting up at her, but she ignored me, sliding down the length of my body and stopping at my pussy.

“So pretty.” She said to herself, parting my lips and admiring my sex.

“Mommy …” I wriggled, embarrassed by the intensity of her gaze.

“Shh, be a good girl for mommy and stay still.”

I did my best to obey her, the urge to close my legs was strong as she continued to admire my glistening wetness. I felt her fingers touching me, exploring as if she had never touched me before.

My pussy twitched as she caressed me, my walls closing around nothing, hungry for her. I could feel my cheeks burning as she lazily drew circles along my clit.

“You’re so wet for me.” She spoke, almost in awe. “So fucking wet.”

I draped my arm over my eyes, embarrassment finally taking over. I could feel my nipples harden, my pussy throbbed, and she wouldn’t even let me cum.

I let out a strangled whimper, a needy, desperate sound, and she giggled, bringing her head down and giving my pussy wet, noisy, open mouthed kisses. My hips writhed beneath her and she used her free hand to grab me, stilling me the best she could as she licked and sucked at my cunt.

“Ahh, mommy, I can’t …”

She hummed against me and I moaned lowly, gritting my teeth as I reached my hand down to grab a fistful of her hair. I played with the silky strands to attempt to distract myself from the pleasure she was bringing me, but it was no use and I could feel the orgasm building up in my belly.

It was obvious that she could tell and that she was purposely edging me until I was about to burst.

I gripped her hair tighter as the coil within me tightened and I swallowed roughly, trying to regain some form of clarity while she nearly made me go blind from sheer pleasure.

Once my pussy started pulsating, the throbbing intensifying tenfold, she pulled away from me, my hand falling slack against my abdomen as she raised herself up to look at me.

“I know you’re close, sweetheart, but mommy’s not done with you yet.”

“Please.” I cried, turning my head from her, my eyes still covered.

“Look at me when you beg.”

I removed my arm from my face and looked down at her, my eyes glistening with frustrated, unshed tears.

“Please, mommy.” I said quietly. “Let me cum.”

She smiled at me and shook her head, looking down at the mess between my legs and giving my sensitive cunt another light slap.

I moaned, my legs snapping shut, trapping her hand between them, and rolled over onto my side, my body twitching from not being able to cum.

“Let me see that pussy, pretty baby. Open those legs.”

“No.” I trembled, the denial of my upcoming orgasm bringing out the brat in me.

“No?” She pressed her hand against my slit and I groaned. “How do you intend on cumming like this?”

I laid still for a moment before rolling my hips against her hand, the small pressure just barely enough to start getting me off again.

“Oh no, no you don’t.” She smacked my ass with her free hand and my grip on her wrist loosened, allowing her to free herself. “You’re not cumming until I say you do.”

She slid off the edge of the bed and walked over to the dresser where we kept our toys. She dug around for a moment before retrieving a deliciously long and girthy cock. One she usually saved for when I was being particularly bratty. She slipped the harness on, securing it around her hips and walked back to the bed, stroking it as she stood by the edge.

“Come here.”

Shakily, I crawled over to her, discreetly rubbing my legs together to get some sort of friction. She gave me a look that told me to stop and I did, not wanting to be edged all night instead of just a few hours.

She ran her thumb over my lower lip and I instinctively opened my mouth for her, something she clearly enjoyed from the smile on her face.

She took the cock and brought it to my lips and I stuck out my tongue, swirling it over the tip.

“Such a good girl - she knows what to do with mommy’s cock.”

I brought the tip into my mouth with my tongue, sucking on it as I looked up at her, making sure I was doing a good job. She had her bottom lip between her teeth and her hand was tangled in my hair, her nails scraping over my scalp gently as I inched the cock into my mouth.

She moaned as I took it to the hilt, the length of it hitting the back of my throat, threatening to make me gag. I squeezed my eyes shut and breathed deeply through my nose, trying to relax my throat enough to take it without gagging.

I could hear her praising me, but I couldn’t understand the words she was saying as I was so focused on taking her cock and taking it well.

I could tell from the lewd sounds she was making that she enjoyed face fucking me, maybe even to the point of cumming herself by the action. She took a fistful of my hair and pulled me down onto the cock, her hips meeting my face with powerful thrusts.

I pressed my hands into her thighs, holding onto her as she fucked my face, tears building up in my eyes as she nearly went down my throat.

“Oh fuck yes, Y/N, take mommy’s cock. You’re such a good girl.”

Her free hand reached down and squeezed the base of the cock, cum spurting into my mouth and down my throat as she came. I choked then, gagging on her and the cum. She let go of my hair and I pulled off of the dildo, swallowing as I caught my breath.

I wiped off my lips with the back of my hand, looking up at her with big doe eyes, waiting for her to acknowledge me again.

“You’re perfect.” She leaned down and brushed her lips against mine and my eyes fell closed in happiness. I had done good.

She continued to kiss me, pushing me back onto the bed. I crawled backwards, our lips never parting as we melded together, the cock pressing into my thigh as she laid me down.

She parted my legs with one of hers, grabbing the dildo and bringing it to my entrance and slapping it against my slit, the sound loud in the silence of the room.

She ground her hips down against mine, the dick getting wet with my juices as she humped me.

“You ready, pretty girl?” She said as she positioned herself and the cock so that she could slip right inside me once I said the word.

“Yes, mommy, please fuck me. I’ve been a good girl, please.”

“Yes, you have.” She said as she pressed it into me. “You deserve to get fucked. But, do you deserve to cum?”

“Yes! Yes, mommy, I was so good! I did good!” I babbled mindlessly, grabbing hold of her arms to steady myself.

She hummed softly, considering my words as she rocked her hips against mine, my pussy taking her cock bit by tantalizing bit. It almost hurt as I took her in; I was so sensitive even a slight brush against my clit sent my hips jerking towards her.

Finally bottoming out, she rested her forehead against mine, panting softly as she started moving inside me, pumping in and out of me slowly.

I let out a soft whimper, my legs wrapping around her waist and pulling her into me, burying her even deeper inside me than before.

“Oh, fuck, mommy!” I cried out, my hips raising towards her as our bodies crashed together.

She nuzzled her face against the crook of my neck, her lips pressing hot, chaste kisses along my throat as she pounded into me. I could already feel the bruises forming all along my neck from her lips and teeth, and I couldn’t lie; being claimed by her and her leaving marks all over me was extremely fucking hot.

She reached down between us and played with my clit, rubbing it in taut circles, pressing her weight into me.

White hot pleasure shot through me as I came, my body trembling and twitching beneath her.

She moved her hand from my clit to the cock and squeezed it once more, emptying the remains of its cum into my aching heat. I could feel it coating my walls and I nearly came again from the feel of her cumming inside of me. Some days, I wanted nothing more than for her to get me pregnant.

“One more, baby. Give me one more.” She said as she returned her hand to my clit, mixing my cum with the lube from the cock and rubbing it fiercely.

“No, mommy, I can’t.” I said dumbly, still coming down from my high. “It hurts.”

“Just one more, sweet girl. Make a mess all over my cock. One more.” She cooed and I couldn’t resist.

I let go and came against her, soaking her and the bed with my slick. She continued to assault my clit with her strong fingers and I could feel my body tensing once more with impending orgasm.

I grabbed her wrist and whined, my breasts bouncing as she continued to fuck me through my intense climax.

“Mo - mmy.” I whined before screaming her name, the most powerful orgasm of my life ripping through my body.

She had made me orgasm three times, coated my insides with her sticky cum, and marked me as her own. I was beyond satisfied.

I lay beneath her, completely spent, and she just kept going, her lips peppering soft kisses to my cheeks and lips, her hips bucking ever so slightly into my own.

“No more, mommy.” I mumbled, my eyes falling shut at the multiple sensations.

“Mm, I can’t get enough of you, pretty girl. I need more.” She said as she kissed me.

“Wait,” I murmured softly as she pulled out of me, trailing kisses down my clavicle and to my breasts where she took a nipple in her mouth, biting down on the hard nub gently. “Mommy.”

“Hm?” She hummed, her lips wrapping around my nipple and sucking it roughly.

“Ahh,” I moaned, my pussy twitching again. “I can’t do more.”

“You can do one more.” She kissed down my belly, and I wriggled beneath her. “And then I have to clean you up.”

She grabbed both my thighs and parted them, resting between them as she leaned down and licked at my puffy pussy. I mewled as her tongue lapped at me, her moans making me ache even more.

She held my legs down and wrapped her lips around my clit, my whole body jerking at the feel of her mouth on me. I cried out pathetically, words failing me as I gripped at the bedsheets, looking for something to get my mind off the delicious pleasure between my legs.

She continued to lick at my slit, teasing me with featherlike touches instead of just fucking me. She wanted me to beg.

“Please! Please, mommy, let me cum again, please!”

“My needy baby.” She murmured against me and I practically purred in response. “I’ll take care of you.”

My hips raised off the bed and I threw my head back as she flattened her tongue against me, letting me fuck myself on her strong muscle.

Not a sound came out of my mouth as I came against her face. She sucked on my clit as I came down from my high, then began licking all of the cum off of my pussy and thighs. I jerked away from her tongue and she shushed me, continuing to kiss and lick every inch of me that I got messy.

“I love when you cum hard for me like this.” She whispered against the skin of my inner thigh and I let out a breathy sigh at the feel. I couldn’t cum again. “You make such a mess.”

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stars

five

yn is super excited for tonight! it was the first night she’d been out in awhile to an award show. she’s been laying low for awhile, trying to make sure what her and aaron had was the real thing.

today she’s heading to the amas with her mom as her date. having told her mother she’s pregnant and her and aaron were getting married, her mom took the first flight out to come watch her baby get married to the man she’s fallen for four years ago.

yn asked her mom to be her date to the ama’s soon after the wedding. her and aaron agreeing to have a proper honeymoon after their baby is born.

yn currently wearing a beautiful red gown her mother picked out. she felt really grateful she wasn’t showing just yet. she wasn’t ready to tell the world that she’s pregnant, wanting to at least have her album come out first before spilling all the beans on her life.

“rihanna! rihanna! over here!” yn looks over and waves at the photographers. she’s holding her moms hand as she walks from one place to another to get her photo taken.

yn smiles and poses as her mom moves out the way for her to have her moment. “we love you, ri!”

“i love you all!” yn blows a kiss.

yn holds her hand out to her mom. she takes it as they walk over to do a few interviews.

when they got back to the hotel, yn calls aaron immediately. telling him about how amazing it was to be back out there. he listened to her gush about the fans and how much she adores them. aaron loves hearing her talk about her fandom! they meant so much to her.

“how’s the baby?”

yn runs her hand on her stomach with a smile. she knew it was probably in her head—or even just a food belly—but she swears she feels a little bit of a pudge.

“he’s good! barely got sick.”

“he, huh?”

yn blushes. “i just have a feeling it’s a boy. plus i really like the name river.”

aaron chuckles. “river, huh?”

“river road hotchner.”

aaron hums. it’s a nice name, he’ll admit. “and if they’re a girl?”

“melody rene hotchner?”

“already got names for our little one? we’re ahead of the game!”

“it’s just names ive liked for awhile. do you have any?”

“i always like oliver, wes, matt, and kai for a boy.”

“oliver hotchner? that rolls off the tongue well! little ollie for a nickname. oh, what about elizabeth for a girl?! or oliver and oliva for twins.”

aaron laughs. “twins? honey, let’s get through one baby before we think of two.”

“sorry, i just want thousands of little hotchner babies with you!”

“thousands, huh? a whole lotta practicing.”

yn giggle. “well, it’s totally worth it. got a good partner.”

“yeah?”

yn hums. “the best ive ever had.”

aaron scoffs. “big shoes you put on me, babe.”

“big shoes and big co—”

“woah, getting dirty there? is my baby feeling needy?”

yn was feeling extremely needy. it hadn’t been long since her and aaron had sex, but she could never have enough of him. she wasn’t lying when she said he’s the best she’s ever had. aaron took time to learn her body like no other. he made her toes curl each and every time. he truly cared about her and her pleasure.

“im always needy for you, aar. you know that! please don’t tease?”

aaron laughs. “i love teasing you, baby. gets you all hot and bothered, make you sweat, beg for it.”

yn whines through the phone. “aaron!” she whines.

“what could i do for my baby, hmm? what do you need?”

“i want to come home and get fucked, like that time we went to vegas? remember? fucked me like i was just your play toy, your plaything. remember?”

“mhm, remember it like it was last night. i can do that again, baby? i can fuck you like my dirty little slut, huh? when you get back home i can do whatever filthy little things my wife wants.”

“yeah? god, being called your wife has to be one of the biggest turn ons, ever!”

“yeah? my pretty little wife soaked for me?”

yn runs her hands over her body. she gently grazed her hands over her clothed heat.

“i want you, so bad babe.” yn whispers.

“you’ll have me, babe. you’ll have me as soon as you’re home. i promise babe. i would do whatever for you, you know that? it’s why im gonna tell you we’ll finish this up when you get home, yeah? i know when my wife’s more tired than anything.”

yn grunts. she knew he was right though. you’re exhausted and a bit jet lagged. “i love you, husband. my forever.”

“love you too, my star!”

a/n

clearly i like the name oliver. think it’s beautiful and if i ever have a son his name will be oliver!

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[sad-sweet-cowboah]

hello!

friend, please could i request a nsfw Arthur and female reader getting in on quietly in camp before he sees how hard he can go until she makes a noise? maybe some banter between them, him saying he could easily get her loud and her egging him on, knowing full well he’s right but also wanting to stay quiet lol? dealer’s choice on whether he succeeds or not 👀 😏

Savor The Silence

Warnings: The usual smut and cursing

Word Count: 3,042

A/N: Finally sat down and finished this...hehe, it was certainly fun to write! Hope you enjoy nonny, and sorry for the wait!

Cold winds whipped harshly upon the landscape, rustling the treetops and howling through the valley, further disturbing the turbid waves of the Dakota River. A clear, moonless sky stretched across the jagged landscape; stars paint-splattered across the inky expanse. 

Even when sunlight kissed the earth with a mild warmth, the night greeted it with a brutal slap.

What felt like an arctic blast swept over the worn path, winding down the ravine and spearing through your shawl. Your shoulders hunched, a shiver racking your body from head to toe. Your horse’s stride lengthened the more you curled in on yourself in a feeble attempt to stay warm, as if your steed understood your unspoken wish to get to camp sooner.

“Almost back!” 

Somehow through the screech of the unbearable gust and the steady thunder of hooves on packed earth, you heard Arthur’s voice behind you. Glancing up ahead, even through the darkness, the path leading up to Horseshoe Overlook was just ahead. 

Thank God. 

You and Arthur had been away for most of the day, following a myriad of leads which took you halfway across New Hanover and crossing into West Elizabeth...twice...only to run into a dead end. You had Sean McGuire to thank for that, which Arthur warned you before your intrepid adventure. He however accompanied you, perhaps to entertain your excitement, or to prove his point when you returned unsuccessful. 

When the sun began to set and you turned back toward New Hanover in defeat and frustration, you waited for him to gloat, to say “I told you so,” while attempting to hide that smirk of his. Despite the look in his eyes, he remained silent. You were a lion, too prideful to admit your defeat. There was a chance he’d let you have it while back at camp. 

Right now, you could not care less if he decided to tease in the earshot of others. Your prior thoughts of frustration and considering five different ways to bury Sean’s head into the ground fizzled to smoke once the frigid air blew in. 

You turned your horse to follow the curve of the path upward, urging your horse just a pace faster. The wind stung your cheeks until finally retreating beneath the tree cover. You slowed almost immediately with the instant darkness almost completely obscuring your vision. Amber flickered in the distance, indicating how close you were to camp. 

A voice called in the distance. John’s, you thought. You squinted toward the origin, shouting back your arrival. It wasn’t much longer until you passed the threshold into the clearing that you and Arthur now called home. 

You and Arthur disappeared into your shared tent after. Though the temperature was marginally higher than the surrounding area, you were thankful you’d talked Arthur into purchasing a tent after a long discussion regarding the need for privacy between the two of you. 

You settled onto one of the two cots pushed together for a shared bed, staring down at the worn earth beneath your feet as Arthur shrugged off his jacket. How has he not said anything yet? Perhaps he was waiting for the opportune moment to do so. Maybe it would be better if you’d just prompted it out of him instead. 

“Say it,” you murmured. 

He straightened up and turned toward you. “What?” 

“‘I told you so’,” you said in a mock, sing-song voice. “I know you’ve been waiting.” 

Arthur chuckled. “Figured that long ride home woulda been ‘nough for ya,” he replied as he sat beside you. 

The palm of your hand grazed against your nose—numb, ice-like. “Not nearly as bad as Colter,” you commented. A gust of wind blew outside, stirring the closed flaps enough to whisk the bitter chill straight in. You flinched and tugged the shawl tighter around your shoulders. “Almost.” 

Arthur chuckled once again, reaching to wrap his arm around you, pulling you into a side embrace. You melted to his touch immediately, grateful for his warmth, yet slightly annoyed. Although once his lips pressed against your forehead did that last dredge of annoyance melt away. Even if the day turned out to be unproductive, you were at least glad to spend most of it with him. 

You turned in towards his heat, the solid plane of his chest, nuzzling into the fabric that held the earthy scents of tobacco, leather and horses. Silence surrounded you for a moment, instilling a calm to flush away frustration. You still wanted to kick Sean over the cliff, but that could wait until tomorrow. 

Your fingers flexed, frozen from clinging to the reins so tightly. In vain search of more warmth your hands slid up his torso until finding where the buttons lay open, burrowing underneath and against his skin. He was like a furnace. 

Arthur in turn flinched from the sudden intrusion. “Christ,” he mumbled. “Your hands are freezin’.” 

“I know,” you simply say with an innocent smile. 

He sighed at your reaction, reaching to wrap his fingers around your wrists. Gently, he pulled your hands into his, squeezing them into his warm palms. His thumb smoothed against your skin. “That better?” 

“Somewhat,” you reply, releasing tension you hadn’t realized you held from the surrounding chill. As the feeling slowly returned to your fingers, you interlaced them with Arthur’s. Your head rested on his shoulder, still selfishly leeching his heat. “How are you so warm?” 

“Couldn’t tell ya,” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around you completely. You decidedly crawled into his lap, curling against his torso. You could fall asleep like this. 

He ran his hand up and down your back, allowing the cold to finally release from your body. You tilted your head up to peer at him. He met your gaze with a small smile, leaning in to press his lips to yours. 

There was a gentleness to his touch, peaceful and calm which you met with equality. You held it with soft ease, threading your fingers through his tousled hair. A hum rumbled in his chest, pleased by your touch. His hands slid to your waist, tugging you flush with him. 

You weren’t sure what happened in the next few minutes, sinking further into his sweet kisses. You’d found yourself atop Arthur after he’d shifted to lay upon the cots, though you swore you hadn’t felt a thing. It wasn’t until you were staring at his half-lidded gaze beneath you. 

You were nowhere near freezing anymore. 

His eyes, beautifully reflecting in the lamplight, held a question. 

And you answered with a smirk, grinding ever so lightly against his pelvis. The noise he emitted was low, grumbling in approval. Thick fingers grasped at the folds of your clothes. You shrugged off your shawl, tossing it behind you as he made quick work of the blouse. One by one the buttons popped open, exposing your chemise. 

You were matching his pace, revealing the expanse of his chest. Your own fingers traced over the curls of hair, the dips and swells of muscle. You’d lost count of how many times you’d seen him like this, only to be mesmerized as if it were the first time. 

Soon your own torso was bare to him, flushed skin prickling in the cool, still air. Greedy hands were on you at an instant, gliding over your breasts. Your nipples were already puckered, though that didn’t stop Arthur from teasing them, drawing out a quiet whine from you. 

Rough, calloused thumbs provided a pleasant prickle. You shuddered involuntarily, though the cold had since melted away. “Arthur...” you squeaked, biting your lip to keep quiet. 

“So damn beautiful,” he growled to you, massaging your delicate flesh. His hips rolled—driving his obvious growing need for you against your inner thigh. One hand moved to your center, so tantalizingly close yet just out of reach where you needed him, your lower half still too clothed for your liking. 

He seemed to have read your mind, swapping positions to tower over you instead. At an almost instant your long skirt was yanked from your hips. With a moment to spare the strings of your bloomers were loosened and gone were those, leaving you completely unguarded to him. 

His eyes were slow to take you in, even when he’d done it for countless moons before. The hands on your waist dipped further to spread your legs. Greedy fingers soon indulged into your center, parting your folds effortlessly to locate your pleasure. 

His touch was almost dizzying. The way he stroked against your velvet heat, coaxing the kindling deep within to become ablaze. You pressed the back of your hand to your mouth, moaning against your skin. You somewhat wished for the luxury of having a truly peaceful night to yourselves, without being in earshot of others. 

Arthur leaned forward, latching his lips against the curve of your neck. Hot puffs of his breath tickled your skin as he kissed along the junction, nipping at your pulse point. You sighed, shuddering with the sensation. Two thick fingers teased your entrance with selfish intent. You canted, hips quivering for more. 

He chuckled against your skin, “Impatient, ain’t we?” 

You hummed, entwining your fingers through his hair. “Fuck me, Arthur Morgan.” 

He straightened to peer down at you, lips pulled into a crooked smile. “I’d love to hear ya scream that.” 

You scoffed, limply smacking his shoulder with the back of your hand. “And wake the entire camp?” 

“Ain’t nothin’ they haven’t heard before,” he snickered. “Pretty sure Karen n’ Sean got some attention.” 

With a roll of your eyes, you bucked your hips against his palm. “Ain’t gonna stroke your ego that much, now if you may?” 

“Bet you can,” Arthur laughed a touch louder than before. You tensed, hoping no one would hear—until he sunk his fingers into you, every forethought immediately melting into a familiar carnal desire. “Bet I can make you scream.” 

Yet to stave from fulfilling his satisfaction, you kept your mouth shut. 

Oh, but he tried. 

The way he stretched and curled within your walls, dragging so effortlessly upon every spot that could make you sing—you huffed quietly, shoving your knuckles against your lips to staunch a growing moan, managing to stifle it. 

And that smirk of his didn’t help. 

You writhed beneath him, teeth gnawing against the fine bones of your hand. A moan just barely passed the barrier. He once again leaned forward to devour your neck in a manner you knew the girls would be questioning about tomorrow, yet you couldn’t care less at the moment. 

Regardless, he was pushing every button he knew. His fingers began to pump with abandon, drawing in your pleasure with intense haste. Your hips bucked involuntarily, a mewl building in the back of your throat. His lips grazed the shell of your ear as he growled, “Let go for me.” 

Those few words are what did you in. Your muscles tensed, your back arching as you reached your peak, building in your chest and expelling as a desperate, muffled whine. Every muscle trembled with the fading orgasm, until his thumb pressed against your clit. 

You managed to stifle a yelp, squirming helplessly beneath him. You managed to squeak out his name—a plea, desperation to escape the overstimulation. The snicker that echoed in your ear nearly urged you to smack him. 

But then he stopped, removing his hand in mercy. You caught your breath and glared up at him, removing your hand with intent to scold. The malice died in your throat when he began to unbutton his jeans. You watched hungrily as his cock sprung free, completely erect and ready. 

Your heart hammered in anticipation, all forethoughts leaving as he aligned himself with you. The head of his length parted your folds, sliding through them as he let out a low groan. You were impatient, wrapping your arms around him with an expectant eyebrow raise. 

There was that smirk again. He twitched his hips, teasing your entrance. The wait was agony. 

“Arthur,” you spoke through gritted teeth. “If you don’t fuck me right now—” 

The rest of your sentence dissolved into a gasp as his hips shot forward, sheathing himself in one smooth motion. He filled you oh so perfectly, until he pulled back and slammed into you again. 

You’d smacked your hand back over your mouth just in time to staunch another yelp as he picked up a rhythm, in which he pounded into you mercilessly. The lewd melody of skin slapping skin filled your tent, along with the erratic thumping of your heart. His deep groans as his hands voraciously gripped your flesh. 

“Fuck,” he breathed out, tilting his head back for a second. “Look at’cha, pretty lil’ whore.” 

Just listening to that graveled voice makes you melt, squirm, and wanting to release all over again. You loved that tone, laced with darkness that only came when he meant business—or when it was to excite you, to push you to the edge and over and scrambling back for more. 

He’d only use it when you two were truly alone. 

And you knew why he was doing it now. 

“You like this cock?” Arthur growled to you, his gaze smoldering. “Like gettin' fucked like a whore?” 

You nodded frantically, though never once making a peep, your whimpers continued to be muffled behind your hand. 

His own hand raised and was brought swiftly against the side of your ass, which nearly made you jump. Not from the pain, but from the sound. You glared at him. 

“Can’t hear ya, sweetheart,” he sneered, slamming himself into you, his breath beginning to hitch. “I said, you like gettin' fucked like a whore?” his tone deepened dangerously. 

Oh, Lord. If hadn’t concentrated so hard on not yelping out, you would have climaxed again right then and there. Your legs trembled against him, breathing around your strained knuckles. 

“Ain’t talkin’, huh?” Arthur chuckled. He suddenly pulled out and pushed you rather roughly to lay on your stomach. He grabbed you, hard, yanking your hips back until he filled you once again, the invasion almost painful. You winced as your body only had a split second to adjust, uttering the tiniest whimper into the cot. 

He grunted with effort, pounding senselessly, the aura of determination of getting you to crack surrounding you like a snake. Tightening and choking, yet you refused to relent. The moan you released was quiet and using every effort to prove him wrong. 

A rough hand found its way to your mouth, fingers wrenching your lips open. You forced yourself to stop, a small squeak passing over your tongue. His presence soon loomed over you. 

“Can’t be silent forever,” he growled into your ear, sending a deep shudder through every inch of you, manifesting in a gasp. You could feel the grin he was sporting after that. “I knew ya couldn’t hold back.” 

You wrenched your face away from him. “Fuck you,” you hissed lowly, earning a chuckle from him. 

“Jus’ the opposite, darlin’,” he drawled, nipping the shell of your ear. His hot breath tickled the back of your neck. His hand left your hip briefly to be smacked down on your ass once again. 

This caught you off-guard. You gave a yelp—small, but affective. You immediately buried your face into the pelts adorning the cot. Oh, he was going to gloat about that. 

He laughed, somehow, his deep voice ringing clear despite still piledriving into you. “That’s it,” he growled. “Can’t hold it back, can ya?” 

The quip that formed died quickly as he reached around, pressing his fingers once again to the hood of sensitive nerves. You moaned automatically, all clarity slipping away as more carnal pleasure took over. 

His other hand fisted into your locks, yanking your head back immediately. You surrendered a gasp as your body arched almost painfully, full of too many sensations to even comprehend each of them. Eyes rolled up, staring at the top of the canvas, the only fragile shield to block the string of expletives that soon left your mouth from the heavens above. Damn him, damn him, damn him— 

The tightly wound coil burst deep in your core, pulling in an intense climax. Stars erupted in your vision, and you could have sworn you would have floated away or melted into the ground if Arthur hadn’t tethered you. Every muscle tensed and tingled, blazes of fire coursing through your veins. His name passed your lips in an almost scream. 

As the embers of your orgasm finally fizzled away, your body went near-limp as Arthur continued relentlessly. His breath hitched, his voice strained, he was close. Fleeting seconds ticked by and his hips stuttered, finally slowing with one weak thrust and a guttural groan.  

The silence following encompassed you, ears almost ringing with the echoes of the previous act. Arthur slowly pulled out, his touch leaving you as he laid down beside you. A sheen of sweat covered his upper torso, his golden hair dampened as well. 

He smiled and held out his arms, and you obliged by sliding into his embrace. As rough as he can be with you, he always portrayed softness afterward. Heat radiated from his body like a roaring campfire. It was easy to forget you were shivering just a few moments before. 

His lips pressed against the nape of your neck, his breath stirring the hairs there. Leaning in closer, he whispered, “I told ya so.” 

Without looking, you reached behind you and smacked what felt like his arm. Whatever pride you had left was stung by that simple phrase. 

Arthur laughed—a hearty, deep bellow that vibrated along your entire body. 

“I swear if I get teased tomorrow, it’s your ass,” you grumbled, yanking a pelt up and over your naked skin. 

“If it’s from Sean, 'least you can kick his ass instead,” Arthur pointed out with amusement still plain in his voice. 

You rolled your eyes. Today’s events surely hadn’t been forgotten despite the distraction. The image of Sean’s boyish teasing filled your mind, followed by the butt of your revolver clocking him against that silly bowler hat—and then pushing Arthur into the horses’ water trough. 

You weren’t that mean, of course. 

#Arthur Morgan #Arthur Morgan x reader #Arthur Morgan x female reader

[astridthevalkyrie]

tell me why I can’t actually write anything for jumin and keep writing dumb little ficlets.

this takes place after seven’s route but seven x mc never happened :) just based off one of the spaceship thoughts where jumin says that three hours of sleep is enough

Jumin’s eyes are bloodshot when he answers the door. It makes you gasp silently, and you take two seconds to take in his appearance and he yours before your hand is on his cheek.

“Are you okay?”

He flinches—you immediately retract your hand. But the hard gaze in his eye melts when he seems to fully recognize you. “What are you doing here?”

“I thought I’d visit.” Holding up a bag with a container of soup, you offer it to him. “I know you have a chef to make you something much more nutritional and delicious, but just in case you needed a…a pick me up, I thought I’d…I just wanted to…”

You swallow, feeling yourself giving up. This is stupid. Why are you here? The security guards recognized you well enough now to let you up, but why did you think Jumin would want you here in the first place?

You’re about to leave when he reaches out and takes the bag, fingers briefly grazing yours and sending the exact same jolt through you as they did the first time he shook your hand. “Thank you,” he speaks softly, without even looking at the contents. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a…pick me up. Would you like to come inside?”

Graciously, you accept. Once you step in, you smile at Elizabeth, who regards you curiously but seems to remember you when you kneel down and stroke her head gently with two fingers. Behind you, you hear Jumin place the bag on the kitchen counter.

The penthouse, though clean as always, feels more disorganized than normal, like it’s still waiting for someone to come and live in it. You wonder, how much living has Jumin really been doing since V’s death?

“Can I get you something?” comes his voice, more hoarse than you’re used to, as though it hasn’t gotten any rest at all. Which is no surprise, given the state he’s in, bloodshot eyes and dark eyebags.

“I’m fine, thank you.” You stand up, making your way over to him. Jumin has started to rummage in his cupboard, likely looking for something to serve anyways. “Jumin.”

“Hm?”

“Jumin, I mean it, I’m not hungry.”

“Let me call the chef. He can make something light—“

“No.”

When he turns, you’re right behind him, albeit with a step to give him his space. “Jumin, when is the last time you slept?” Before he can answer you add. “Slept properly.”

Averting his eyes, Jumin seems to focus on some part of the floor. “The RFA has lost its leader. Saeyoung and his brother need security, so do you. And C&R is losing stock because of my father’s recent divorce.” You tilt down, meeting his gaze with your own set ones, demanding an answer. Jumin sighs, closing his eyes for a second.

“Three hours is more than enough for me every night.”

“Three hours!?” you cry, taking his hand in your own. “Jumin, you need to sleep!”

“I can’t,” he seethes, not angrily but determined. “There’s too many things to—“

You move without meaning to, sliding your arms around him and burying your face in his neck. There’s only so much you can stand to, and seeing him work like this, day and night, it hurts you too. You’ll never, ever regret helping Saeyoung when he needed you, but you’d promised yourself you wouldn’t neglect your friendship with Jumin.

His hands hover in the air for a second, but eventually land on your back. “I…am sorry to make you worry. There’s simply too much to do.”

“It can wait. I promise you it can wait.” Both your heads adjust on their own, his to tuck you under his chin properly, yours to breathe in his wonderfully comforting scent. Despite his obvious protests, his body melts into yours, like all he needed to completely relax was someone to just hold him. “Please at least sleep. I can call the chef for you once you wake up or I can even make something myself, but please just—“

“You’ll stay?” Jumin asks weakly, hopefully.

The sound you hear might just be your own heart breaking in two.

“Of course I’ll stay.” With one hand on his chest, you hear his heartbeat, a bit faster than your expected, but reassuring. “Unless you don’t want me to.”

“I do.”

“Then I’ll stay here as long as you need.” You’re still wrapped up in his arms, and selfishly, you don’t want to let go. You remind yourself you’re here for him, and not to flirt or to seek the comfort that only he provides. It’s time to do Jumin a favor for a change. “Don’t worry about Saeyoung and Saeran, and don’t worry about C&R. Nothing will happen if you sleep for a bit. And don’t worry about me either.”

Visibly, you see him swallow. “I…always worry about you.”

“There’s no need to when I’m right here, right?” Never mind that his concern for you makes your heart skip a beat. “You know that I’m safest here in the penthouse with you. So it’s okay. Don’t worry about me, I’m safe.”

Then, your body moves on its own again, and you kiss his forehead. Jumin’s eyes flutter close. Softly, he nods.

After doing a quick mental victory dance, you tug him by the cuffs of his shirt to the bedroom. Like you’re his girlfriend or wife nagging him.

No. No. None of that.

You sit on the opposite side of the bed, expecting him to simply lay down normally, but Jumin is gone. You can tell that the second he let himself relax even a bit, his tiredness him him all at once. Instead of slipping under the sheets, he collapses on the bed, resting his head on your lap.

Any protest you might have had that this wasn’t good for his neck is silenced the second he presses into your stomach, his breath evening out.

Okay, maybe this was fine. It’s not like you invited him to do it, you were just being a good friend. And if you began to stroke the soft strands of his hair between your fingers, then that was just being an extra good friend. He seems to like it, a low purr coming from his throat.

You bite back a smile. It seems he and Elizabeth share more similarities than some would think.

Finally, Jumin looks peaceful. Somewhat blissfully, you tuck a tuft of his hair behind his ear and sit back, guarding over the man as sleep totally, completely takes him.

#jumin han #jumin x reader #jumin x mc #mystic messenger

[connectionterminated13]

It's a story in the universe of run of my au's gears and rot, The basic idea is the robot kid theory is true William built a robot Evan and a robot Elizabeth then realized how weird it was and shoved them in the murdered clown basement. Then the events of sister location happen Mike is about to get himself Scooped Evan intervenes but Mike still suffers serious internal bleeding since the scooper grazes him, he then "dies" from. Now the 2 are off on a quest to find William in hopes of freeing the Spirits.

Sorry the summary took so long, This is my submission for the first days prompts Nightmares/fun! I'll get into it now! Anyway I hope you don't mind but @and-stir-the-stars :3

It was cold. It was dark and it was quiet except for the sounds of Father's footsteps. The Others make no noise. Father would be mad if they did. Evan was waiting for the sound of his father's footsteps, Because that meant his father, the most wonderful man in the world, was coming to say hello! He double triple checked to make sure his illusion discs were on his father didn't like it when they weren't!

He couldn't help but vibrate with excitement as the door swung open. “Well I see they've made you quite at home…” His father kneeled down, Evan waiting for permission to hug  stared at his father's wonderful face. “You can talk now if you'd like” Evan could barely help himself he jumped up and down excitedly he could talk. This was going to be the most fun visit In the entire world! 

“Well it's been a while since I've seen you but the nice nice technicians put me in this nice nice room and put me in this clown outfit which I don't really like but They said you like it so that made it a lot better also I got to play with the fun fox and we drew fun pictures you want to see them!!?” Evan could feel his voice box overheating with how fast he said the words it had been so long since he got to talk to his father. There was so much to talk about that this was going to be so wonderful.

“I thought they would have fixed that by now…”His father muttered as he surveyed the room as well as looking Evan up and down. Evan's room was amazing. He had his very own blankets and two pillows that he had stacked up in the corner to make a little cozy Nook, where he could read his Two books! 

Other than that the room was empty if he ignored the corner where he had put the bear. His father had told him he was supposed to love the bear but he didn't. He hated the bear. Evan pretended to like it when his father was around like now he picked up the bear and snuggled it close trying not to gag touching it.

His father looked over all of it, seemingly bored. “Where did you get the blankets and the books.. Don't remember giving you those”. Evan excitedly ran over deciding he had hugged the bear for long enough. He picked up one of the books and proudly presented it to his father. “Ballora Got it from a nice kid at a party, and she said I was a nice kid, so she gave it to me!”

His father didn't say anything for a moment before running his fingers through Evan's hair. “Evan remember we don't take things from the animatronics, Especially not things with blood on them!” His father gently took the book from Evan's hand. Evan wanted to grab the book back but his father was right.

“After all, we don't want your Nice clown outfit or Fredbear getting dirty?” His father said haphazardly throwing the book out the door. One of the technicians would pick it up and throw it out. This is what his father wanted so Evan knew it must be right 

“Know why I visited today, Evan?” His father said changing the subject but Evan didn't even notice because his wonderful, amazing, kind father was beaming down at him. Evans' eyes Glowed with excitement. “Is Lizzie coming back? Because I missed her a lot and so did everyone else and I have all these nice drawings to show her!!! I've also been sad without her here so please say she's coming back!” Evan tried to make a frown like in his book but he couldn't.

His father stopped and the smile disappeared from his face. “ She was bad, remember? And you were bad too when you took the book and when you took the blankets and the pillows? You were also bad when you dropped Fredbear, you're supposed to love Fredbear, remember he's your favorite?”  

Evan looked down. “I miss Lizzie... I know you're so wonderful but could you please give her back, what she did that was so bad?” His father looked down at Evan, his loving wonderful father.

“Pick up the bear. It's your job Evan you are supposed to be my son and my son loves that bear..You wouldn't want to let me down after all the hard work I've done to keep you safe do you?” His father looked down at him coldly. Even shrunk away, his father was right he was being so selfish. But something in him, something wrong, told him to push harder.

He wanted Elizabeth back so much… He tried to not think of her like father told him but he couldn't.. He missed the way she used to sing him lullabies and tell him wonderful stories. “Where did she go? What did she do wrong? please Daddy please bring her back..” He quickly wrapped his arms around his father's legs holding as tight as he could without hurting him.

“Don't touch me…” He felt himself being pushed then falling. Evan landed on the ground, He felt one of his face plates click open with the impact. The illusion was broken.

“Just like she wasn't Elizabeth you'll never be him… You're just cheap metal and Spare circuit boards..The disc doesn't make you look like my son… And you can't even pick up a stupid bear when you're supposed to.” His father's voice was cold 

“You know those blankets in books are probably covered in agony, you know what I could do with that? and you selfishly hoarded it all for yourself..” His father's voice was filled with such.. Evan's programming wouldn't let him say the emotion in his father words, since his father was wonderful and wasn't capable of hating him 

“I'm sorry…” Evan got to his feet, his father was so right. Why did he ask more questions? What was wrong with him and why was he so broken? He thought this visit would be nice but he had ruined it..

He picked up the bear as his father stared at him and hugged it close to his chest. Evan could feel himself beginning to shake, which didn't make any sense because his father loved him and everything was happy and perfect!

“Remember Evan sorry isn't good enough you don't do it in the first place…” Evan crumpled to the ground in pain as the shock ricocheted through him.

His father loved Evan so so much 

“I don't know why you're doing all these things. You are not programmed too, you're supposed to sit here till I need you..” More lightning harder this time 

Father loved him with all of his heart 

“But of course I shouldn't be surprised I'm such a brilliant inventor of course I made you… alive” 

Evan's father loved him so so much

all Evan's father could do was love 

Evan turned to the side trying to find a position that would make the horrible electricity hurt less.

The mangled remnants of his sister's face stared back at him.

Evan could barely move, the pain was too intense. His sister's face plates were broken hanging open at wrong angles, her endoskeleton once made of beautiful curved metal was rusted, And her eyes always glowing that bright calming green were now dark black.

All he could do was stare there at his sister's broken form as the lightning continued to surge.

“But of course not all of my genius rubbed off on you. You don't understand anything really… After all, you think you're a child.. You're a machine built to kill and sit there when I want you to. Nothing else.. Never to be human, you'll never even have that half life the others have, you will always be an unthinking uncaring sack of metal”

His father loved him 

The pain was getting worse 

Evan just wanted to crawl away from everything to bury his head in his blankets and pillows and books and cr-

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He looked around the room frantically. The lightning was gone, it had only been a dream. But he could still feel his body buzzing. He slowly lifted his upper body up off the bed, The familiar noise of metal scraping against metal comforted him slightly. Which didn't make any sense. His dream had been mostly wonderful! His father had been there and his father loved him.

Evan was in the same place he was last night, cozy in the hotel room's bed. It was just a nightmare. And there quietly sketching on the bed next to his was his brother. Having his brother Michael here was almost as good as having his father. Just like his father Michael was wonderful and loving! The only downside was that Michael was sick and no matter what Evan did he never got better. 

But that was not a worry right now. The real worry was why Evan felt so scared.. He knew the feeling of being scared was a bad feeling his father had told him that before but he couldn't help it. It made him want to clutch his foxy plush Tighter and run over to Michael. And deep down it made him not want to love his father which was equally as scary as the fear itself.

After what felt like a couple minutes Michael looked up from his sketch and startled. Evan didn't understand why Michael startled so much. His father had been startled sometimes when the illusion was broken, but Michael was startled all the time. If the illusion discs were off he startled and if they were on he startled more

“Ev You're awake I'm sorry! I'm just.. I'm sorry” Michael got off of the bed and then just kind of stood there awkwardly not knowing what to do.

Evan tilted his head making his ever-present smile wider. He liked the way that Michael stumbled over his words.It made his sentences like a roller coaster, or what Michael had told Evan roller coasters were like.

“Oh Christ you're shaking! A-are you okay??? Do I need to do something??? What do I need to do!?” Michael had noticed Evan was shaking. He kind of looked around the room as if someone would tell him what he was supposed to be doing. That scared Evan more his father didn't like it when he shook, what would Michael think?

“Nothing! just a dream! Oh it was so wonderful father was there and I was back in my old room but before Dad removed the blankets and pillow! And it wasn't exactly a dream it was more of a memory.. it turned into a dream at the end because Elizabeth's body wasn't there in Memory…. Then it got scary and there were a lot of electric shocks, it hurt but it's okay because Dad loves me…?” Evan spoke quickly trying to get the words out he didn't like thinking about the dream but hopefully it would make Michael not be so startled

“One of those nights huh…” Michael sat next to Evan on the bed. Evans stayed quiet just looking at his brother tracing the green Swirls and potholes that littering his skin. 

“Am I alive?” Evan hated how scared he was, how he couldn't stop shaking, How the question sounded so wrong and yet so true as it vibrated through his metal head 

Michael sat there thinking for a moment before saying. “You're not alive in the same way I'm n-not I don't know how to…” Michael paused again, looking uncomfortable with the subject matter “We're not alive in the same way Dad was alive-or is alive-” Evan couldn't parse through the amount of spite, hope and every emotion in between loaded in that or is still alive

“-and that's good because Dad was a dic-Garbage bag who treated us both like garbage..”

“Father's wonderful and he loves me” Evan said the words without thinking but they were true his father loved him.

“Funny I forget you're a robot sometimes..” Michael gave a small smile and a small chuckle.

Evan didn't understand what him being a robot had to do with this but nodded.

“You know what, let's have some fun tonight!” Evan looked confused slowly getting out of bed as Michael got up and ripped the sheets off of his own bed. “How about we spend the rest of the night in a nice and cozy pillow fort?!” Michael's smile faltered “ If you're not too tired..”

Evans' eyes lit up with joy. A pillow fort, a real pillow fort! With real blankets and pillows not stained with blood… Yes of course he was grateful for the room that William had given him and he didn't deserve the pillows or blankets. But a real pillow fort was just so wonderful 

Michael continued to stand there, the blankets and pillows from the bed still held awkwardly in his greenish arms. 

“Only if foxy is allowed in.” Evan held foxy close. Evan liked foxy a lot more than the bear.. Foxy was a cool pirate and Foxy didn't make him feel scared.

“Of course Foxy's allowed in and Dad isn't!” Michael added on noticing Evan's look of confusion "Yeah I know he's not here but when we're in the blanket fort, you don't have to talk about how wonderful he is… he's not here so you don't need to do that anymore..”

Evan nodded, that it made sense it was still hard to wrap his head around a place where his dad wouldn't be allowed but it seemed nice.

He quickly wrapped his arms around Michael's leg, hugging it tightly. “Hey don't do that little guy I'm going to need your strong arms for the Blanket fort!” Evan smiled nodding seriously before ripping all the bed sheets off of his bed and helping Michael With building the beginnings of their fort….

#crying child weekend bash #Evan Afton #Gears and rot au #I'm sorry I don't know how you put up with my goofiness... #tw child abuse #tw corpse #If I missed anything tell me

[cosmic-crybaby]

Blue Skies - Tommy Shelby

Chapter 11: ‘Good Intent’

Warnings in this chapter: 18+ (Minors DNI), Smut, some fluff at the end. 

Masterlist

“I just wanted to apologize,” 

He cleared his throat. Setting the porcelain teacup on the table as quietly as possible, but the clink of the ceramic on the wood was inevitable. You cocked your head to the side, slightly intrigued by his slightly uncharacteristic mannerisms. You waited for his next words, hoping he would at least have the decency to choose them wisely. 

“I want you to know that I want to continue this relationship with you and I want to build this family...together,” His words were just as emotionless as ever, but something told you that he was being truthful. He hesitated, his eyes scanning down from your face to your hands. Your eyes softened, establishing that you had accepted his touch. He took his leather gloves off and held your hand in his. The roughness and warmth against your soft hand made you swallow the lump in your throat and instantly drop the harsh look in your eyes. 

“I have bad habits, but you already knew that...I want to learn,” He paused to take a deep breath. 

“I want to learn to be a good father and a better man...not just for you but for all of us,” He held your hand tightly, his mouth becoming dry the second he saw the look in your eyes. Even after he showed more emotion than he intended, your eyes were still ice cold and cautious.

“All of us?” You repeated. He nods, licking his lips slightly. “Even Elizabeth and Henry,” You stated out of curiosity. There was confusion that flashed in his eyes and then hesitation. 

“Of course...” His eyes glazed with the slightest bit of gloss as he turned away from you. Your hands shook as he pulled away, and you bit your bottom lip slightly, to hold yourself from saying anything more. 

You didn’t want to hurt him. You wanted to hear what else he had to say before you made your own decision. 

You promised yourself that you would not cry, but you found keeping that promise was more difficult than you imagined, especially when your emotions were heightened and now the both of you were just so vulnerable in front of each other. 

“I miss you so much, darling,” He said. His eyes scan down to your stomach once before looking back into your eyes, cautiously. It was like you were a wild animal, the second he made eye contact you would rip his throat out with your own teeth. But the softness returning to your eyes out him at ease. You felt like you looked like a mess, with your dress covered in flour and sugar and your hair nearly resembling a birds nest, Thomas still thought you looked absolutely gorgeous. You lift yourself out of the wooden chair without another word and stood before him. He stands as well, engulfing you in a tight embrace. His strong arms wrap around your waist, and you rested your head on his shoulder. 

“I hate you...so much,” You cried into his neck, sniffling as you held him to you just as tight. You heard him chuckle before he kissed your temple, and soothing your disheveled hair. 

“I know, sweetheart...I don’t blame you,” He spoke quietly. You pull away from him to look into his eyes. Those blue eyes that still glowed like glaciers, even in the dim light of the closed bakery. Your thumb ran over his cheekbone. Without waiting any longer, you took him firmly by the white collar of his shirt to pull him into a kiss. Your lips smashed into his in a desperate and rough attempt to fill in the gap between you. You got a taste of his familiarity, a taste you dearly and feverishly missed. You instantly pulled him into the back office, closing the door behind you. You sat yourself on the desk, pulling him closer as he stood between your legs. His rough hands slowly graze up your smooth legs and under your dress and you slip your hands under the lapels of his coat and forcefully pull it down his shoulders. He pulls away to set it on the chair behind you as you make haste in untying your apron and pulling your dress up to your thighs. Your legs spread just a little further as he used his fingers to tell just how wet you already were for him. 

“Fuck,” He inhaled sharply as you unbuckled his belt and unzipped the fly on his slacks, breathing heavily as he moved your underwear to the side and using his hand on your lower back to bring you closer to the edge of the desk. He gives you one last look of confirmation, and you accepted. Keeping his eyes on you as he gently slipped himself inside of you. He shuttered and blinks, groaning with his mouth slightly agape. You had gasped as he slowly stretched you out. Your pleasure-filled eyes found their way back to his, your lips slightly parted to let him hear the sweetest moans he had ever heard. One of his hands slammed on the desk as the other dug into your lower back to control your movements. He began to pick up the pace, grunting profanities and praises in your name with each stroke. Your legs wrap around his waist and your arms clung to his broad shoulders, as you beg for him. If he wasn’t wearing his shirt you knew you would’ve drawn blood with how hard your nails were digging into him. 

“I don’t know if I can last long enough-” He panted, meeting your eyes again. You shook your head, and reached a hand up to cup his face. “I don’t care, I just want you...I don’t care if I cum, I just want you feel you,” 

But you were soon eating your own words as the pleasure was flooding your senses. Your mind was dizzy from the rapid thrusting and the noises of his cock slamming into you as you squeezed around him, this made him groan loudly in your ear. You shut your eyes tightly and rest your forehead on his shoulder as you felt yourself coming closer to your release. 

“Ah, fuck Thomas,” You whine, coming closer and closer to your end. His lifts himself up to cup your face and kisses your deeply, muffling your moans. That very same hand slid off of your cheek to make contact with your clit. Within a matter if seconds, your thighs were shaking as he continues his motions. Just a few more thrusts to milk his own release into you. Hissing as he stopped his motions and rested his head on your shoulder, panting heavily as he brought his hand up, sticking his middle and ring fingers into his mouth to taste your sweet slick, the clear juices coating his fingers made you blush as he slipped them into his mouth. It was new to you, and it made you hot all over again. He slowly pulled himself out of you and stuffed himself back into his pants. You lean back o your hands as you both try to catch your breath. You used the discarded apron to clean up the mess in your thighs and the remaining puddle that formed in the desk, making a mental nose to properly clean it up when you had the chance. Thomas tiredly kisses your temple as he helps you off of the desk and steady yourself on your feet. 

A calm couple of weeks had passed since you and Thomas reestablished your relationship. One morning Thomas suggested you fully moved into his Grand mansion, at first you had refused his offer for the time being. You were still able to work for the time being, so you wanted to be close enough to the Bakery. And the commute from Arrow House to your shop took well over half an hour. And much to his dismay, he still agreed as long as you were to see him when he wasn’t busy. Traveling to London and attending family meetings began to plague his life recently, and all he wanted was to see you to clear his head. 

Like today, you kept yourself at the mansion while he took your kids shopping. Using the quiet alone time to drink tea and read a book in the study. But, your alone time was cut short at the noise of Henry excitingly calling for you. Hearing him search as many rooms as he could reach made you giggle, but you put an end to his search when you called out to him to let him know where you were located.

“Mum, I need to show you something!” He jumped as he ran to you.

“What is it?” You asked, setting the book down and folding the page to mark your spot.

“It’s a surprise, come on…And you have to close your eyes when we get outside,” He held your hand to help you stand. You laughed a bit as you smooth down your dress and follow behind him. And as promised, you closed your eyes and held your hand over to reassure your son that you in fact were not peaking.

“Okay, I can tell we’re outside, can I open my eyes yet?” You asked, taking small steps as Henry held your hand to guide you. You felt the plush grass under your shoes and the cooling breeze. 

“Not yet!” Elizabeth shouted from a distance.

“Almost, wait a little,” He chuckled. You waited impatiently as he brought you a little further on the lawn.

“Okay, are you ready?” He asked in a chipper tone. You take a deep breath and nod with a confirming hum.

“Open your eyes!” He said as he held one of your hands. The other that was shielding your vision fell to your side but quickly flew back up to your mouth as you gasped.

“Oh my goodness!” You laughed happily as you looked up at Elizabeth smiling brightly as she sat on the saddle of a beautiful white horse, both of your children wearing the proper gear to protect themselves. Thomas stood beside her, holding the reigns as two other horses stood patiently on each side. One was an auburn color that had white patches on the bridge of its nose, stomach, and hooves while the other was a golden color with a shiny coat and mane. They were all breathtakingly beautiful.

“She’s a fast learner,” Thomas said as he handed her the reins.

“She gets it from her mother," You snickered with a wink. He chuckled in response as he came in close to you, kissing your cheek and his hand laying in your lower back. 

"Are these for…" You pointed to the other horses as Henry began to pull you to get a closer look at the horses, which you were respectfully apprehensive about.

"Thomas got them for us," He told you as he guided your hand to place it upon the golden horse's nose. You smiled at Thomas and mouthed a silent 'Thank you'. Your eyes full of wonder as you brought your hands to pet the horse, saying hushed words of greeting and praise as your fingers rake through her mane.

Thomas found himself smiling at you and how beautiful you looked in the golden hour. He then looked up at Elizabeth as she tightly held the reins.

"Remember what I taught you," He told her as she slowly guided the horse to take a few steps further into the grassy field. "Got it?" He asked, trailing beside her. She nodded confidently as she lightly bit her lip to focus.

"Come on Henry, you're next," He said as he turned to Henry and helped him get ontop of the auburn horse. You watched them as Thomas instructed Henry on what to do. Henry then began to follow his sister down the field and towards the stables.

"You didn't have to do this," You told him, your tone was still showing gratitude, as he came to stand beside you, the both of you slowly trailing behind the duo to make sure they were safe and responsible. 

"Think of it as a gift," He shrugged. You reached out to hold his hand. 

"They're beautiful," You smiled. Thomas wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a close kiss before briefly pulling away.

"You're beautiful,"

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