#bia’s blurbs

[nqctar]

soft cg!riize x little!reader blurbs

cg!anton is so soft spoken and gentle… sometimes you have to ask him to repeat whatever he said a few times but you don’t care, the sound of his voice is so pretty and sweet that it makes the butterflies in your stomach do a waltz.

cg!sohee who makes sure to hold your hand as often as he can, always pressing light kisses to the back of your soft palm and in turn making your face go red while your heart does backflips.

cg!wonbin who hums you to sleep when you’re feeling restless, drawing his fingertips up and down your arms while a free hand runs through your hair, helping you drift off into dreamland while he whispers sweet words.

#sage answers #anonymous #kpop agere #riize soft hours #kpop little space #cg!riize #cg!kpop #sfw agere #agere fanfic #kpop #cg!bias #riize agere #cg!anton #cg!wonbin #cg!sohee #sohee fluff #wonbin fluff #anton fluff #riize scenario #riize x little reader #riize x reader #anton x reader #wonbin x reader #sohee x reader #cg!riize x little!reader #riize little space #little!reader #riize #riize imagine #riize blurb

[decantingstxrs]

sneaking around was so sexy to you.

you loved waiting till your roommate left for classes to sneak into your other roommate’s room for some fun. was it the risk of getting caught? or maybe the fact that you shared this dirty little secret with just him? whatever it was, did it get you going.

luckily it was an early day. your roommate left for a grad school interview while your secret lover took a ‘sick day’ from work.

“so. i’ve got a couple quick questions for ya,” you ask, placing a hand on his chest. he eagerly responds to your body language, reaching behind to cup your asscheeks in his hands.

“shoot.”

“how long do you think he’ll be gone?”

“i’d say a couple hours.”

“right. and how many rounds is that?”

“two, maybe three.”

“four?”

“five if you can cum quick enough.”

“i’ll take that bet.”

#exo smut #optional bias smut #junmyeon smut #suho smut #lay smut #yixing smut #xiumin smut #minseok smut #d.o smut #kyungsoo smut #kai smut #jongin smut #sehun smut #baekhyun smut #chanyeol smut #exo scenario #exo scenarios #exo blurb #suho x reader #junmyeon x reader #baekhyun x reader #chanyeol x reader #d.o x reader #kyungsoo x reader #kai x reader #jongin x reader #sehun x reader #lay x reader #minseok x reader #xiumin x reader

[jishyucks]

fibs. ‣ cyj

‣ pairing: store neighbour!yeonjun x female!reader

‣ genre: sorta but not really f2l, beginning of the relationship type shi, ig you can say it's fluff

‣ wc: 1.4k (was supposed to be <1k oops)

‣ summary: In which Yeonjun has (quite obviously) taken a liking to you but you're not really sure if you reciprocate his feelings; alternatively, you're lying to yourself but you just don't know it yet

‣ warnings?: none I don't think, reader's lowkey 'mean' to yeonjun but this is what makes it cuter okok, yeonjun's not even hiding how he feels (dude he's flirting)

‣ an (pt.1): shoulda used the time I spent writing this for school but that's a future me problem,,, just needed to escape it a bit |_・) so it may or may not be my best. anyways enjoy!

“Y/N, your boyfriend is here again.”

Sending a death glare toward Yeri sends her back to folding the clothes that recent customers had just messed up. She knows damn well that said ‘boy’ isn’t your ‘boyfriend’, nor do you want him to be. If anything he wasn’t even a friend, he was more of an acquaintance.

“Hi, Y/N!” Yeonjun waddles up to you, smiling a bit too innocently for your liking. He’s waving as if he’s more than a few yards away from you, “Good afternoon. I hope your day is going well.”

“Yeonjun,” you replied. You start rocking forth on the balls of your feet, feeling ache being to spread across them, “It’s been eh. How about yours?” 

“Great! Now that I get to see you!” Yeonjun’s cheekbones hike up high on his face, eyes nearly disappearing. 

You want to gag. 

“I brought you some snacks,” he places a neatly tied bag onto the register counter, “I thought that maybe you’d be hungry… you’ve been working since one, right?” He starts to untie the bag, slipping out the selection of food he used his employee discount on. 

You nod, “Yeah. I want to leave.” 

Yeonjun pushes the food towards you and gestures, “Eat.” “I can’t, I’m not on break,” you say dryly, “What are you doing here?” 

Yeonjun shrugs, “I’m on my break. I wanted to bring you food.” He’s not at all bothered by the way you were speaking to him, understanding that you were on hour six of your eight-hour shift and you probably haven’t eaten anything. 

“Yeah he wanted to bring you food,” Yeri comments from the side, “Be nice.”

“Thank you,” you sighed. There’s no way you were showing that you were actually grateful for the boy and his random act of kindness, “I guess.”

You briefly look up at Yeonjun and remember the first time he pranced into the store on a gloomy May afternoon. He was sent to the store, the very store you worked at, in search of a mask because his dumbass forgot to bring one (and for some reason his workplace didn’t have its own box). You were the one stationed at the cash register, your other coworkers were working on new packages at the back. 

“Hello,” he greeted. You can easily recall the way Yeonjun held a rather irritating smirk on his face, one that made you swoon and cringe altogether. 

“If you’re looking for something for your girlfriend,” you mutter, “I suggest looking at the new arrivals.” 

Yeonjun sighs, “I’m not here for my non-existent girlfriend. I was wondering if you guys had any extra masks.” Without another word, you picked one up from under the register counter and hold it out to him. “Thank you, you’re an angel.”

And ever since that very brief, and rather insignificant interaction, Yeonjun’s found himself gravitating towards your store despite the fact he really doesn’t have any business being in there. Besides you, of course.

It was funny. Funny because you can’t recollect any memory of you showing any interest in Yeonjun—because you don’t—yet he continues shuffling into the store whenever you have a shift. Each day, Yeonjun would make up some ridiculous reason as to why he’s decided to waste part of his short break at your store, but since he was his own person, there was really nothing you could do to send him off. 

“I was sent here to ask if you guys had a step stool,” was one of his reasons. Yeonjun craned his neck over the cash counter as he tried to see if you somehow had hidden the small ladder behind it. 

You looked him up and down, brows furrowing, “Aren’t you like six feet tall? I don’t think you need a ladder.”

“I’m five feet eleven, so yes I need a ladder,” he quipped. 

You rolled your eyes and muttered a ‘whatever you say’ before turning to the back of the store where the store’s ladder was kept. 

It had been like this for the past few months, and although you’ve never went out of your way to reciprocate his actions, Yeonjun continued and still continues to put effort in this friendship (or whatever he’s chosen to consider it). 

“You’re very very welcome,” he grins. You don’t realize yourself, but you hold back a smile, though Yeonjun sees this. Not entirely, but he can see the way one corner of your mouth twitches, “Anyways, my break is almost up. I’ll see you around.”

And at that, he’s gone. Just like you wanted.

“That guy is down bad for you,” Yeri comments the moment Yeonjun’s out of sight, “It’s so cute watching it all go down.” Yeri half-assedly sweeps the floor, sending you suspicious looks. “So?” you say, “I’m not interested in him.” 

Yeri starts laughing out loud. She’s lucky there are no customers shopping because you already know they’d think she was crazy, “Liar. I can see that you pretty much are just by the way you consistently shift when he’s here. You’re restless around him. That says a lot.”

You scoff, “That doesn’t mean anything.” 

“‘That doesn’t mean anything’ my ass,” Yeri lets out one single ‘ha,’ and continues, “Whatever you say, girl. Whatever you say.”

Before you’re able to reply, a group of teenage girls enter the store, pulling you and Yeri back into customer service mode.

At the end of your shift, long forgetting the conversation with Yeri, you leave the store with the mental images of your house and your dinner and your bed and your very soft pillow and…

“Y/N!”

Jumping, your head shoots towards whoever had called you, eyes wide and heart pumping. “Yeonjun, for fuck’s sake!” You notice Yeonjun’s changed out of the attire you usually see him in, which was his work uniform. He’s wearing a plain white t-shirt and black jeans. It was basic, but even you can admit that he looks… good?

“Sorry,” he laughs, “I thought you would see me but you seemed distracted.” Yeonjun picks up his pace to walk beside you. You notice that two of your steps equal one of his.

“Just tired,” You reply, shrugging, “I just want to go home.” You can already see the mall entrance from where you both were and you never wanted to run like hell towards it until now. You really did want to go home. “Do you want a ride?” he offers, “I know you bus home.”

“Are you a stalker?” you stop and eye him down, “Because then I’ll have to refuse.”

“I see you waiting at the bus stop when I drive home,” he replies quietly, “You don’t know how many times I wanted to stop and ask you if you wanted a ride but right before I get to you, the bus pulls up and you get on.” You don’t reply and Yeonjun’s unsure if what he said was a bit too much or not. He changes the subject, “How was the food I gave you?”

“It was good,” you say, “Cold, but it was good. It wasn’t your fault, though.”

“I’m glad you liked it.” By now, you and Yeonjun have reached the door. He holds it open for you and you slip out before him. Then you hold the door open for him, “So, do you want a ride?”

You don’t reply and just think about the offer. Could you trust Yeonjun? What if he’s out to get you? 

“I’m not taking no for an answer,” he says quietly, “It’s night and it’ll make me feel better if you said yes.” Yeonjun pushes his lips to one side of his face as he gazes down at you. 

You’re confused.

“I don’t get it.” You say out loud. You look around and notice that the pavement is slightly wet from what you believe was rain. The wetness of the car windows said it all—that and the moisture in the night air. 

“Get what?” Yeonjun’s head tilts slightly to the side. 

You cross your arms and shift your weight towards one leg, “I’m… not the nicest to you. But you’re here and you’re offering me a ride despite all that. Not to mention you bringing food that without even being asked… I just don’t get it.”

Yeonjun’s eyes fall to his feet, “It’s nothing, really.” He’s not sure whether it would be appropriate to tell that he likes you. That he’s taken a liking to you even though you both haven’t really gotten to know each other, “It’s just how I am.” 

The hope in Yeonjun’s eyes goes unnoticed by you, “Well in that case, I’ll accept that ride.” 

“Really?” Yeonjun’s face lights up, “You trust me?”

You nodded, “Yeah.” 

A car whizzes by, sending gusts of wind to blow past the both of you.

“I guess I do.”

°•. ✿ .•°

 an (pt.2): all the lies are italicized

#aka an interpretation of me being in denial tht yeonjun is actually a bias wrecker #choi yeonjun #yeonjun #txt #tomorrow x together #yeonjun x reader #yeonjung fluff #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun scenarios #yeonjun blurbs #txt imagines #txt scenarios #txt fluff #txt blurbs #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #my writings #choi yeonjun x reader

[iken]

he’s so cute i just wanna marry him

#🐻‍❄️. iken f/o #f/o community #self shipping #self ships #fictional others #romantic f/o #self ship community #f/o #imagine your f/o #f/o imagines #f/o scenarios #crush scenarios #optional bias scenarios #optional bias #crush suggestion #crush blurbs #crushing #in love #in love suggestion #crushes

[geombyu]

[ 5:18 pm ] "this one's really soft!"

riki looks in your direction, running to the sofa you're currently sitting at.

bored on a sunday afternoon, you decided to go to ikea to "test" sofas out and decided to bring your boyfriend along since everything is funner whenever you're with him.

you weren't really testing the sofas though, having absolutely no intention of buying anything, and it was very clear. thankfully, you hadn't got kicked out yet.

"you're right.. by the way, have we tried that one yet?" riki points to an unfamiliar couch further away, "only one way to find out." you both get up, sprinting as fast as you two possibly can. "last to sit on it is a loser!" he exclaims, giggling just after.

it was funny how much effort you're putting in not to lose to a childish competition, but whenever you're with him you feel the need to do the utmost.

fortunately, your efforts don't go to waste and you got to sit on it first. "aww, come on," he whines, a pout on his face, making you laugh. with an 'L' gesture on your hand you replied. "loser,"

he sat himself down, gasping for air. looks like he gave his everything too.

after calming down your boyfriend speaks yet again. "oh, i don't remember trying that one out yet." riki points to a couch far away and unfamiliar. you laugh, sensing there was going to be another very extreme race.

"i don't either," you said with a big smile on your face, while a smirk grows on his. and you fall in love all over again,

lost in a trance, he makes his move and runs, "last person to sit on it has to buy that blue sofa i liked but you didn't!" getting back in touch with reality, you scoff, running towards him looking to knock him to the ground. "oh, fuck you!"

©geombyu 2022.

#short and stupid but wtvr happy birthday to mirayofsunshine who doesn't even bias riki ❤️ #enhypen fluff #riki fluff #riki x reader #enhypen drabbles #enhypen fanfiction #kpop fluff #kpop x reader #enha fluff #enha blurbs #enha scenarios #riki scenarios #riki imagines #kpop #enhypen #niki nishimura #enhypen riki #enha x reader

[asgardwinter]

blogversary blurb festival! (closed)

I've been meaning to this for the past month but since life didn't allow me I decided to wait till half of may to turn this into a *dramatic drums* ONE YEAR CELEBRATION! <3

So, yeah... about a year ago I decided to start writing in this blog and it's been one of the best decisions I've made lately :) I didn't expect to have not even half of you people enjoying my fics so I just want to thank you all for the love and support during this past year <3

As for the event... It will last from June 3rd to the 5th but you can start sending requests now. I have no idea about how many requests I'll receive so I might not be able to get to all of them in one weekend, but I promise I'll post them all during the following week!!

NOTE: the requests for this event are closed :)

— EVENT MASTERLIST —

out of my league | Steve Harrington

a love once meant for eternity | Loki

thesis defense | Kate Bishop

don't ask me that | Steve Harrington

happy to lose | Joaquín Torres

occasional | Steve Harrington

a call too far | Layla El-Faouly

— THE GUIDELINES —

since this is a bit inspired by music festivals, all I ask for is a song (you can specify a line of the song you choose) + a character and if you want you can send a brief concept or search this tag to add a prompt to the combo :)

characters I write for: Loki, Kate Bishop, Joaquín Torres, Bucky Barnes, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Wanda Maximoff, Darcy Lewis, Layla El-Faouly, Sam Wilson and Carol Danvers

just a reminder that I don't write smut or dark themes and I'm allowed to deny a request if I don't feel comfortable by it

i hope you enjoy this little thing i planned with lots of love! <33

#bia's one year blurb festival #one year blurb festival #blogversary blurb festival #blurb festival #loki x reader #kate bishop x reader #joaquin torres x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve harrington x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #layla el faouly x reader

[blushroom20]

Idk why this makes me laugh

It’s all Peppino

(fyi this is the "Top posts" section that shows at the top of someone's blog on the Tumblr Mobile app)

#recency bias at work #blu blurbs #I haven’t given myself time to experiment with how I draw Peppino but I don’t like the All out Attack one it looks so awkward #peppino spaghetti

[todayisafridaynight]

We’re having an emergency meeting to discuss Chris Johnson and the whitest name ever

absolutely fitting for our white man now innit

#snap chats #speaking of White People and names tho.. i drove out to barnes and noble because if i stayed at my mom's any longer id go insane #and while i was here i read the entirety of My Brother's Husband. VERY good series it was so good i loved it... #its not in my budget today to buy the whole set but maybe one day.. mike flanagan i love you you're so happy and good.. #WAIT IT GOT A LIVE ACTION SERIES ????? I HAVE TO WATCH IT LATER I WAS JUST THINKING IT'D BE GOOD AS A JDRAMA #what i did buy today tho was the second volume of The Yakuza's Bias since i loved the first one so much #and ive been PRAYING the second one'd come out soon #i also got another kirby blind box </3 its supposed to sit on your drinking glass but i didnt see who i got yet.. #i hope its not meta knight. i love meta knight but i want some variety... #im hoping its the sleeping kirby one but it was hard to hear the difference so idk #and im not checkin til later so i doont get tempted to return what i got to get a new one like a freak ☠️ #SO SAD THO when i was getting my stuff they didnt have any more butterfly bookmarks... #i always get one when i go out and sure i have more than enough bookmarks but now it feels weird... #anyway. im gonna get food i havent eaten all day... tho i did want chicken and soju later didnt i... #maybe ill just get something light here i just came here for the wifi honestly lol #god what else did i do.. OH THERE WAS THIS ONE MANGA. #i forget the full name but it had 'akane' in the title so of course i was like 'lol' and decided to read the blurb #IN THE STORY HER DAD'S NAME IS ARAKAWA ? but all of his teachers also have the surname arakawa but theyre not related #arakawa must be a ral impotrant name in the manga.... point is i lol'd #i almost wanna go back to. stopping this post now to do it LOL HANG ON BRB #AKANE-BANASHI THAT'S WHAT IT WAS CALLED and she wanted to be the best rakugo performer after her father's teacher #also named arakawa. As I Said. #failed everyone for no reason #maybe one day ill check it out.. always thought rakugo was a fine art... #anyway im rambling too much im gonna try to write a fanfic. no way in hell im drawing rgg in public LMAO #actually im gonna get food first.. as i said i havent eaten all day... ok bye #anon im so sorry if you ever read these tags LMAO I JUST LIKE TALKING ABOUT MY DAY

[stan-fixations]

In case yall were wondering

(which let's be real you probably weren't)

Choi Jiung is my fav P1harmony member. Has been since predebut. First for his looks now for his talent and personality.

These gifs are so freaking fracking adorbs ♡.♡

#p1harmony #p1h jiung #p1h #choi jiung #jiung imagines #bias #p1h soul #p1h jongseob #keeho #intak #p1h theo #p1h drabbles #stan culture #stan P1harmony #p1ece #p1h imagines #kpopidol #kpop imagines #kpop #kpop blurbs #kpop bias #kpop bg #gen z stuff #gen z artist

[nqctar]

hi! thank u for doing cg!riize fics/imagines justice 🥺 i love everything you've put out so far 🫶🏻🫶🏻 can i request headcanons as to how cg!anton would put his little to sleep when he/she is too hyper nearing bedtime? tysm!! looking forward to it!!

tysm for requesting this!

이찬영 / anton lee ★

pairings: cg! anton lee x f!little reader. genre: sfw age regression, fluff. warnings: nonsexual usage of 'daddy' no major warnings apply. dni: if you sexualize little space.

you for the most part hate having a bedtime

and anton knows this!

…but you can’t stay up until 4 am seven days a week, it’s just not healthy

so it’s probably one of the few things cg!anton is strict about

doesn’t mean you’re gonna listen to him though!

you know it’s closer to your bedtime when anton starts helping you pick your toys up

he smiles at you, knowing you’re about to throw a fit

“let’s go to sleep, baby.”

“don’t want to daddy!” you pout. anton mouthed your words as you spoke, knowing you’d run the same line you’ve already given him 100 times before

when you get sassy, he’s gonna get sassier

“you can’t make me go to bed!”

“fine! but when you're walking around like a zombie tomorrow, don't say i didn't try to stop you..”

“you're such a meanie.”

his eyes wander around the room, making a show of ignoring the way you’re pouting at him

at some point he tries bribing you with your paci, and you almost fall for it!

but then you decide to not let anton win yet. so you start running around the living room, alternating between singing and making airplane noises (mainly to annoy anton)

it's way past your bedtime by now, and anton's getting a tad bit frustrated as you show no signs of wanting to slow down

"can you please stop running, baby?" he asks you, tone still patient as ever.

"NOPE! NEVER!"

and then you start throwing pillows at him

anton is sooooo done at this point

realizes he has to stop you once you start yelling "hey anton!"

& you know it's serious when his voice gets "louder" (heavy on the quotation marks, he would literally never raise his voice at you)

"y/n, it's past your bedtime. i need you to stop running around." the seriousness in his voice makes you stop in your tracks

you pout and mope all the way to the bathroom, even ignoring anton when he tries to hold your hand

which makes him feel bad for "scolding" you

he helps you go through your night routine, making sure to give you lots of kisses and call you pretty names!

carries you all the way to your shared bedroom, and then he helps you pick out a comfy pair of pjs!! which he just so happens to have a matching set of :D

anton would pull you close to his chest once you two are settled in bed and then kiss your forehead

"you're so pretty, baby" he'd whisper to you, with the pet name + compliment making your cheeks flush. you smile and curl into him some more.

"sorry for not listening, daddy."

anton starts humming to you quietly, a sure way of getting you to fall asleep.

"it's okay, angel. just sleep now, hm?"

this ended up being longer than i thought it would be, sorry! i hope you like it though and tysm for requesting <3

#sage answers #anonymous #kpop agere #kpop little space #cg!riize #cg!kpop #agere fanfic #kpop #cg!bias #sfw agere #riize imagine #riize fluff #riize x reader #riize imagines #riize anton #agere kpop #agere sfw #anton x reader #anton blurb #riize blurb #anton imagine #anton imagines #riize oneshot #riize oneshots #anton oneshot #anton oneshots #kpop imagines #kpop age regression #riize x little reader #riize agere

[ravengards-rogue]

WHAT SET YOU FREE, BROUGHT YOU TO ME BABY.

rdr2 men + short blurbs about their favorite sex positions.

ft. arthur morgan, john marston, javier escuella, and charles smith.

✧ tags : SPOILER HEAVY, fem + afab!reader, unprotected sex, light angst (in the horny post is crazy im sorry fdkjjkds), very gendered language, javier says one thing in spanish (thank u @nanamimizz), a little sprinkle of plot with each (and some canon divergency), john co-parents w abigail, otherwise just horny. 18+

✧ wc : about 1.4-8k each (6.3k total)

✧ a/n : sorry for making a multi character post for the cowboy game its cooking me to death. my john bias is showing rip. title is from rebel yell by billy idol but i listen to the bvb cover

sorry about charles and javiers but if i edit this anymore im going to level an entire city using hollow purple technique. please rb if you enjoyed i worked kind of hard on whatever this is.

sorry for . the THIRD repost of this i promise i wont after this. its just really bugging me. PLEASE

.𖥔 ݁ ˖˚☽˚｡⋆ ARTHUR MORGAN + PRONE BONE ; 

It’s an odd feelin’ for Arthur. 

Wanting something, he means. Wanting anything as much as he wants you. He’s lived a less than quiet life up until now. And he ain’t the brightest, certainly, but living this kind of life teaches you many lessons. One of them being, it’s better not to covet anything. Coveting something you’re not entitled to, well—it’ll lead you places you wouldn’t want to go with a gun. 

Arthur has made the mistake of coveting love before, dreamed of a future so completely out of his reach he almost convinced himself it was possible. Dreamed of it so foolishly he’d even go visit a woman he very well ought to forget. It’s his problem, his burden to bear - always desiring outcomes unsuited to him. 

He’s just that sort of man he reckons. But he learned his lesson. He tries (tried?) to stay away from it after that. Tried not to pine too much for normalcy when such hopes had failed him twice. The loss of his child completely on his account and the loss of his love at the same fate. 

So, wanting you - well, he feels like the world's dullest fool. Really. How is it that Arthur had fallen in love with someone again? It had all just happened so quickly. You were another woman he’d saved from the O’Driscolls, though it wasn’t like you were no damsel. A lot of those men were dead by the time they arrived. That sort of perseverance would stick with you while you traveled together. Much like Sadie, you didn’t take well to housework - you liked to earn your keep. Though you’re not nearly so trigger happy. 

You’re quiet, thoughtful, well-read. Plus you’re good at making money. That’s why Dutch don't complain about you joining them, he figures. 

(Arthur tries not to pry into it too much at first, but he eventually learns that you’re gambling. Which is how you’re able to make such a fast turn around. A prim little lady like you makes for a fine poker player, and you love to play men out of their money. He thinks it’s one of the funniest and most interesting things about you. He can’t help but love you a little more for it. )

When the feelings in him start to stir, Arthur tries to overlook it. Arthur convinces himself, time and time again - that there’s no way he’ll grow more tender about you. Eventually, it’ll die down. You’re a decent woman is all, a kind one - who’s easy for him to love and even easier for him to confide in. In your time together, you often come to Arthur and you always seem to have some profound wisdom he is so sorely lacking. Someone easy to love, who does not expect much from Arthur at all. It’s only natural a lonely, covetous man like him would start to dream about you. He tells himself, it will pass eventually. Should he simply let it run by him, it will pass. But Arthurs a fool, you’ll remember. 

 Of course, by the time he understood all that - he already loved you enough that he couldn’t bear it. It was already too late and it wasn’t going to change any time soon. Especially not while everything changed around him. 

So, Arthur is undoubtedly a fool, but he’s lucky. He felt divinely blessed when you’d returned his feelings for him so politely. A coy little smile on your face, a laugh like you thought he was silly for being doubtful. Arthur tried to explain himself but you wouldn’t hear a word of it. Maybe that’s another thing he loves so much about you. There’s nothing he ever needs to explain. 

In any case, all Arthur seems to do lately is want you. Wants you when it’s inconvenient. Wants you before he wants liquor or a cigarette or some other vice. Any time anything goes wrong, you’re the first thing his mind can conjure up for relief. That pretty smile and that self-assured way of living. It’s hard to get time alone in camp. And Arthur is a man in love, so any touch could be enough to set him on fire. Last week you hugged his waist a little before giving him a kiss goodbye and he had to listen to you laugh yourself into a fit as he waited for…little Arthur to settle down. 

He don’t get many chances to be with you. Lay with you in that way that grown folk in love do. Though, if the two of you book it somewhere for a few days - the camp knows better not to ask where you’ve been. But it’s not often you get to really be together, where it’s peaceful to do that. Someone’s always hounding one of you to do something. 

Arthur is a lucky man though, like he said. Today he had time. Today he’s alone with you in a beat up little saloon and today he gets to do as he likes. He gets to be greedy. And it’s an odd feeling for him, really, to want something so bad he disregards everything else in the world for a little while. 

Feeling you, though - absolves the guilt for wanting. He’d be stupid to want you any less desperately. 

Arthur’s favorite way to have you is on your stomach. Laid flat, just barely pushed up against him as he fucks you deep. You’ll fuck like rabbits for a little while and Arthur will wear you out just like this, maneuvering you until you’re pinned all underneath his weight. You lose any fight you might have, too exhausted to worry yourself with pleasing him - and when you’re like that, you let Arthur take care of you. 

(He really ain’t talented at much, but he’s good with his hands. Being dexterous is part of being a talented shot. When Arthur has the time to spread you sweet in his lap and make you cum all over his fingers, he does so for as long as he can. At least until you beg him so sweetly otherwise. The same hands, soiled with gunsmoke, look so good so deep in you. At least in his eyes.)

Wet and pliable and helpless. Arthur loves you like that. He knows, he knows you’re anything but - but he’d be damned to pretend this don’t feel best. Tight, wet cunt so welcoming from all the pleasure he’s ripped out of you. Your bodies pressed together, your heartbeat pulsing through your skin. All sticky, honeyed need and animal desire as Arthur lets all of him sink on top of you. His heavy, lumbering form crushing you in - trapping you somewhere you can’t run from him. The curve of your spine pushed against his chest, ticklish. 

Every inch of his body that so wholly wants for you, Arthur aches to make you feel. Burn it in you lest anything happens that risks your forgetting. 

He can feel his hips meet your ass, backside squished against him - desperate for deeper friction. Whining. You’re whining to him so pretty, a pillow pushed underneath you to give friction to needy clit. 

Arthur can feel how much you want more. Maybe Arthur is greedy, but he likes that look much better on you. Your pussy is sucking him in so tight, silken walls pulsing with every shallow little measured thrust. Arthur lets his arm wrap around your neck, your face pressing into his bicep. You moan again and he laughs. 

“Arthur,” Your words come out in a messy slur. He lets his scruffy face press against your neck, a kiss behind your ear. He wants to kiss you all over. There’s not enough hours in the day. “Oh, god, Arthur,” 

“Still feels good, then, I’m guessin’,” 

“Shut up,” You huff and press your cheek into his arm. He doesn’t bother stifling his laugh. “Still feels…big. Stretchin’ me out—hicc—so much,” 

You really don’t try to rile him up - but you do a damn good job of it anyway. He groans, grunts as he pulls back and pistons himself in you. A gesture half-way between a kiss and the warning shot of a gun. The sound of skin hitting skin echoes, noisy and vulgar. Arthur don’t pay it much mind. He laughs against your shoulder.

“One of these days, that moutha’ yours is gonna get me in real trouble.” 

You giggle back at him 

“What kinda trouble is that now?” 

Even from your side glance, you’ve got that lovely little smile on you. Fuckdrunk and ingratiating, like you know he’s wrapped so tight around your fingers. And he is, like nothing else in the world could have him. A wave of possession curls up over Arthur, makes him press more of himself into you. Onto you. Another deep push of his cock, sliding against the tenderest parts of you. Staking some silent desire in you. He wants and wants and wants, and hopes that whatevers above him can forgive him for making the same mistake thrice. 

“Dunno,” Arthur comments, teeth grazing your shoulder and kissing the indentations “Got our whole lives together to find out, I reckon.” 

“I’ll hold you to it, Mister.” 

Arthur laughs. “Hope you do, Miss.” 

.𖥔 ݁ ˖˚☽˚｡⋆ JOHN MARSTON + COWGIRL ;

John doesn’t say that he loves you lightly. 

Hardly a thing he says can be said that way. Could never afford too. In an alternate universe where nothing goes wrong in his life, maybe - but he has a hard time picturing what the hell that’d look like. A version of himself so untainted, without all of the violence and blood and gunsmoke? Foreign. John can’t picture it worth a damn. 

Who John is without a deadbeat father and a dead Ma is somewhere far beyond his reach. Ain’t nothing about his life, at any point, lighthearted. 

On top of all that mess, he’s got a boy at age four with a woman he ain’t married too. And that relationship is always on rocky waters, even though John’s decided to do right by his own flesh and blood sometime ago. Most things in the world he should feel good about he doesn’t, and most things he should understand render him clueless. He’s a mess on multiple accounts, and he still doesn’t know how exactly he’s meant to approach this life of his. He knows what he should do, but nothing about how to do it. 

John doesn’t come to love you easily ‘cause he wouldn’t know easy love if it hit him in his face. Quickly and painfully, but not easily. 

Your return to the gang was an odd one. You were an old presence and your disappearance was an even older story. John thought he’d never gonna see you again for sure. You’d been a part of the gang back long before all of the nonsense that took place in Blackwater and you left about the time Arthur’s boy died. John don’t remember why you left exactly. He thinks it was a fight with Hosea, of all things.

 Dutch weren't too happy about it neither, but Dutch back then didn’t make a show. 

So you left, and John buried every feeling he ever harbored. You found all them again up in Colter, where you’d been living out your days lately. According to you, in the middle of riding, you thought you’d heard Arthur. So, somewhat recklessly, you went chasing him. Didn’t matter if he was just something your mind conjured. According to you, if it was him, it was at least worth checking to make sure. You’d reunited with Arthur and after some tears, he rode with you back to camp. 

Upon your return, the gang welcomed you with open arms. 

You’d done a lot in your time alone.You spent most of that time just like that, a ghost wanderin’ the planes. You weren’t gonna stay with ‘em, but Arthur insisted and Hosea did too. That wasn’t enough to compel, so John was last to chip in. You should stay, at least until Valentine. 

(Silently he thought, you should stay so John can trace memories of you. It was so long ago, he should’ve forgotten all of it. You were a year older than John and always on his ass but easy for him to talk to. Didn’t fuss over his failures. You just barely grew into your womanhood when you set your sights on running away. You wanted more than this life, and John never really forgave you for it. His first heartbreak, maybe - but it’s all too blurry for that. 

You understood him though better than anyone, and one day you were gone. Nothing’s really the same.) 

You changed tremendously and not at all. He missed you. God, did he ever. Missed you a long time. Didn’t realize how much until you came back and everything in him felt right again. Your return stirred up old feelings and everyone noticed. He wasn’t trying to keep it a secret, but he really wasn’t trying to fall back into anything with you. Not how he did. 

Just like you did back then, you read John like an open book. And just like he did back then, he loved you all too helplessly for it.  It was just all too easy again, to be with you. 

You stayed out of the way at first, for the sake of his family. 

But, John ain’t a half-decent man even when he’s trying to be. So he set himself on being with you. It wasn’t easy - most things with him aren’t as you’ll see.  Having you around again straightened what was left of his common sense, at least. He told Abigail before telling you. He figured you wouldn’t even reply unless that was all out of the way. That turned out as well as you’d expect.

 It was settled between the two of you thereafter. He’s lucky she didn’t toss him into the street. 

Everything works out in a way. As best they can between broken people. You make peace with each other. His boy loves you like a third parent (you’re better with him than John is). Abigail commends you for straightening out such a worthless man though she’s a little melancholy.  John just tries to stay out of the way. You’ll be together in the end. There’s a plan with the five of you. 

But until it all falls apart, he doesn’t get all that much time with you. 

There’s moments like tonight, though. Rare ones. Together out robbin’, cooped out some place in the woods where no one is around. A place so shaded by nightfall that John can absolve himself of every sin he’s ever committed in his life and pray at the altar between your hips. John is convinced he might find worship like he’s always hearing about there whenever he touches you, the marred skin of his hands and knuckles reading the scripture of your body with careful precision. 

You might turn him into a literate man yet. 

John glances up at you. Only the light of the fire and the moonlight there to accompany as he watches you over him. You’re beautiful. John couldn’t picture a single thing more perfect in his life. 

Your hands against his bare chest, nails digging into the flesh as you lean forward. Your palm dug into the dirt, John finds his own hands rested at your hips. John looks at you awe-struck, cock twitching at the mere sight. His heart settles in his throat, but he’s calm all at the same time. With you, he forgets. All of it. The worst of himself. 

Bare naked and so close, he watches your face as you strain. You feel soft. Every inch of you in comparison to him is. A bead of sweat slides down the valley of your breasts. John cranes his neck up to catch it with his tongue, licking a stripe up to your neck - letting his teeth sink into the space between your jaw and neck. You want to make it last and John doesn’t blame you. It’s so rare you get to have each other so unrestrained. John can feel all the ways you want him, can see it in your face - all pinched with need. You’re holding yourself back, trying to get it to last as long as the night will allow. It’s cute in a way.

It’s different than how he’s used to seein’ you, all cocky or otherwise. You’re needy like this. Just needy. His stomach turns with lust, jolting through him like a strike of lightning. His cock twitches against your folds, sliding against them. Pure admiration watching the sticky mess of his pre-cum and your own arousal mix together and smear on your mound. You make a soft noise in the back of your throat, faint and tender as you fall forward just a little. John laughs against your neck. 

“Darlin’,” He says with a huff. Not malice. Something akin to bliss, where he can rarely afford it “Have I done something to piss you off today?” 

You pick yourself up and look down at him and frown. John kisses the corner of your mouth, resisting some crude desire to fuck up into you. 

“Just,” You grunt as the tip of his cock passes over your throbbing clit, your whole body wracking to a shiver. John looks awed. “Pent up. Goddamn it,” 

John figures it out quickly after that. It’s this part of it he likes. The proximity. The closeness. Feeling the tremble in your hands as they struggle to keep up right, muscles strained in your forearms. Being able to hold you, to keep the pace or let you take the lead. The clear view of your face as pleasure travels up through your spine and melts into you. He grabs your hips, the fat dimpling underneath his fingers as he moves you along. He can’t wait. You don’t bother to protest seeing John can’t seem to bear it anymore. You collapse into his chest, your tits pushed flat against his pecs.

His cock throbs near painfully, sliding against your soft cunt before finding himself lined with you. He thinks to himself that it’s this he was looking for, as he tucks your face against his neck and lets his tip stretch you out slowly. Such a vice like grip, stretching - resisting him like your whole body can’t anticipate the sensation of fullness. You gasp against his throat. 

“John,”  

What a sweet sound from your mouth, even sweeter as he bucks himself up. Keeps you steady and lets his cock stretch you full, feel you deep. “That’s right, my angel. Didn’t think you’d remember my name when you’re all worked up like this.” 

“You’re,” You gasp and John thrusts, thrusts hard until he’s buried to the hilt. You shudder, walls pulsing around him as he bottoms out and John laughs like the terrible man he is. He fucks you again, over and over - a wicked little smile watching “Awful. Just awful, John Marston,” 

“Ain’t that the truth,” He hums against your mouth as his hand snakes between your bodies, thumb rubbing against your clit. “Wonder what kinda woman that makes you,” 

“A foolish one,” 

John laughs. 

“I sure do love you for it,”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖˚☽˚｡⋆JAVIER ESCUELLA + SIDEWAYS ;

Javier hasn’t thought about much other than surviving. 

It’s been like that. Been like that for a while, probably much longer than he cares to admit. He’s sure any sane man would suffer the same plight if they lead the same life. Anything but survival is little more than a pipe-dream, so Javier tries not to go for anything too strongly. In that aspect he’s like many of the members of the gang he’s in, perhaps that’s why he sticks to them. There’s that phrase Hosea’s always saying - that misery loves company. Javier will take any decent company he can get.  He’s desperate for it just like he’s desperate for most things - inwardly, silently. 

Some of that desperation may be symptomatic of who he is. After he killed a man in a crime of passion for a woman he loved and ran from a government who would sooner exile him than change, Javier decided to not dream anymore. Every revolutionary who dreams too hopefully pays the price in blood.

(Javier thinks there’s probably nothing in the world as true as this. A form of gospel. He remembers the first dream he ever had after his uncle passed. Not a nightmare but a dream. He remembers the exact feeling of waking up, cold and confused. What is a dream, except a memento of survivor's guilt that loyal people cling onto fruitlessly. When hope starts to feel like a debt he’s going to waste his life paying back, Javier loses sight of everything. The beginning of the end in some way.) 

His mind doesn’t occupy itself with anything bigger than that. Since Dutch found him starving, there was never a desire to try and live off aspirations. He pays his penance with loyalty and honor. Practices some form of humility and tries, not too desperately, to carve a place for him to fit. All without drawing too much attention or caring too much. If you ignore the bleeding in his fingers, his penchant for knives over guns, and his refusal to talk too long about the place he comes from - it’s nearly believable that none of it matters. 

Except loyalty. All Javier honors is that. It’s the only thing he has some part in choosing, so he choses it every time. Living like that didn’t make any difference to him. He was surrounded by mostly decent people. He didn’t hate the life he was living. 

It wasn’t important. It didn’t matter. His directionless-ness, his floating. Hadn’t since he joined the gang. At least not to anyone but him. He didn’t know what he’s meant to do or if he was meant to proceed with this forever. He was (is)  loyal to Dutch. To the gang. 

He hadn’t thought much about what comes after. 

And it didn’t matter until he met you

He’d sworn off love after seeing where it got him, at least until he could love more dispassionately. When the women bring you back from their outing from Valentine and beg Dutch to let you stay, Javier doesn’t think much of it all. He thinks you’re pretty, if it counts for anything. But he doesn’t let himself linger on you too long. 

But that’s the sequence with you two, really. The whole time.  He doesn’t linger until he does. It doesn't matter until it does. He doesn’t think about you until it’s all he can think about. 

You go for him first. And it’s in little, unimportant ways that might not mean shit to you but mean a whole lot to him. You have some kind of tenderness about you that you wear deep, runs through your blood like love ran through his once long ago. Some softness he can’t really measure with his own. It’s not that that gets him. It’s that sometimes you look at Javier like he's … someone you want to see. He forgot what that was like all together. It felt foreign to him the first time it happened. Seeing how you light up when Javier is around. 

You wanted to see him. You noticed that he’s gone. If he sang by the campfire - you’d sit by him and listen.  If he was out in the trees keeping guard, he’d hear the soft call of your voice to Grimshaw ask Where’s Javier? And sometimes the girls will make fun of you - but you wouldn’t deny anything they said. It’s so small and ordinary. He would’ve never considered himself simple before meeting you. Nothing is simple. Nothing. 

(But then, Javier thinks of the kinds of songs he sings and the way he takes care of himself and the clothes he wears and maybe Javier has some kind of affinity for preciousness that explains all of it.) 

When Javier confesses his feelings for you - he finds the affair to be like most things between you. Ordinary love, not really between outlaws but people. It’s up against a tree while you share a drink and he’s looking at the curve of your mouth and the plum color Karen’s so kindly put on you. And his head fills with kissing you so he does. A breathless confession between alcohol stains and the feeling of your hands curled in the lapels of his suit. 

From there, Javier is your lover. He’s not interested in the business of secrets, but he tries not to let it show too much. Not that he doesn’t want to. He wants to show you off more than anything - at least some part of him does. But the other part wants to keep you away from prying eyes, keep his love for you only where the both of you can see. If he could keep that pretty lovestruck face you make all to himself forever he would. 

When he gets a chance to whisk you away from everything, Javier jumps at the chance. Not often, but Javier makes time for you. Makes time to indulge in love he thought he’d  never find again. 

That’s why he’s here with you in the middle of nowhere, a ghost town where no one knows you.. A reserved room with a bed and lowlights all to yourselves. 

Javier can’t keep his hands to himself and he doubts you expect him too. 

For Javier, this sense of proximity is what intoxicates him most. The warmth of your bare skin in the slivers of yourself exposed. Javier is fond of finding you like this after a long day of horse riding. Of sneaking touches to your waist as you push back against him to sleep, only to find his desire for you - laid clearly. He likes hearing you whimper feeling his length poke against your back, the embarrassment when it dawns on you that he wants you after all. Always surprised, even though Javier tells you it so often. Whispers it along your neck and shoulders whenever you’re at camp together.

You like the feeling of his hands so Javier always starts with them. He squeezes your hips. Planes his palms over your chest before squeezing your chest, pushing the fat between his fingers. You like the way  they look when they grope you, his chin resting against your shoulder as you spoon. In the lowlights of a cheap hotel - Javier gets the perfect view of your silhouette. Your body is sensitive over the fabric of your gown, heat prickling through you. 

Javier who is always so gentle with you, rouses so deep listening to your whining as he explores your body. The suffocating closeness of a single bed intoxicates him. 

“Javier,” Your voice is sweet and thin. Plays in Javier’s head like music and makes his mouth curl up into a catlike grin as you push back on him.  You look slightly over your shoulder, lips pushed into a pout. “Please,” 

He tugs at the fabric of your nightgown. The top half pulls haphazard underneath your tits, nipples perky and sensitive to touch while the skirt pools at your waist. What gets Javier like this is the desperation. Wanting so much but not being able to look too long. A way for you to mirror him, it’s a matter of possession. In some stupid way. Bunching your clothes up, pushing the fabric of your panties to one side, letting his arm wrap around your waist to touch and tease.  All of these are imprints of his longing, tucked faithful into your side as he whispers sweet nothings into your skin.

His cock twitches as it pushes past your folds with finality, your hands curling up at your sides.  You whimper softly, let your cheek rest against the sheets as Javier takes you on your side. Terribly close, you fuss as you feel him slide every inch into you slow, your hands reaching back for purchase. It’s the fit of you against him so perfect, the silent strokes of intimacy, the hush-hush giggles between the sheets that Javier loves most about fucking you like this. Too enamored with you to look too closely, he lets his eyes flutter closed. He could get drunk just being in your space. 

He carves out space for himself inside of you, feels your cunt accommodate for him like it loves him. A feverishness breaks out as his forehead rests on the space between your shoulders, an uncharacteristic whiny quality in his words. 

“Ser mío,” Javier says - as a reflection of what he really wants, to belong only to you. “Belong to me.” 

Darling as you always are, you nod softly. 

“All yours, Javier,” You whimper, finding his hand. “Forever,”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖˚☽˚｡⋆ CHARLES SMITH + MATING PRESS ; 

Wandering. 

He’s been doing it his whole life. Not something he’s proud of. Or ashamed of either, really. Just how things have gone for him until now. Charles doesn’t think his life has been any better or any worse than anyone else's. At least not when he weighs it with the same kind of pragmatism he does most things. It’s been a hard life, and a miserable one in so many ways. Still, it’s not something Charles is too keen to dwell on. 

There’s just something thematic about loss in Charles' life in a way he finds completely unpleasant. It’s more constant than anything. Loss of his home, loss of his mother, loss of his father in an attempt to find what’s best for him. It’s some overarching message that hangs over his head like a shadow. Everywhere he goes, trying to rectify his own solitude seems to come back to him. It doesn’t help that it’s an unfair world to start with, and would’ve been if he had just been black or just been native. But Charles is both, and has lived a life that reflects that specific injustice thoroughly. 

There’s not really anything Charles can do about it, at its baseline. When he left his father, the name of the game had simply been survival. He was well-equipped enough for that at least. But after survival comes trying to live and trying to live isn’t something so simple. Jumping in and out of gangs who thought they could get away with slighting him or generally being surrounded by unpleasant people. Trying to find something in pages of book and scripture, or in the way water ripples when it rains. 

He’s never felt any one way towards the gang. Even when he joined them all the way back in the Grizzlies. Lost in the cold, they’d crossed paths as Charles was out hunting. A lot of it feels like a blur. Of all the folks he’s met in his travels though, Dutch treats him fair and the rest of them (or most of them) are decent, honest folk. Charles stays in the Van Der Linde gang for such simple reasons as trying to stay alive and be somewhere that isn’t actively hostile towards him. He’s a good gunman, and a better fighter. The inner workings of gang politics and forging connection isn’t at the forefront of his mind, with the exception of the kindest few. 

The Van Der Linde gang is just a place where he can figure out what his purpose is meant to be, even if he doesn’t find it there. He’s never expecting anything to come out from his loyalties to it. 

Of all the things Charles expects of his life in the Van Der Linde gang, love is at the very bottom of the list. 

Maybe it’s about time he stops being surprised by these things happening to him one or way another.

 You were a member of the gang far before him, and someone Charles took to quickly. You’d joined the gang not too long after John from what Arthur tells him. Though the brunette speaks about you more fondly than he does his brother. A problem child at the start, according to Arthur - always getting into all sorts of trouble. Something you seemingly feel embarrassed about now and refuse to bring up. Charles has a hard time picturing it having only known you as you are. 

The woman you’ve grown into is someone else completely, and Charles sees that in you all the time. Compassionate like Hosea but charismatic like Dutch, and clever. And you’re beautiful, too, though Charles feels a little shallow admitting that’s part of what drew you into him. 

It wasn’t Charles that approached you first. You were the one who spoke to him, as often as you thought necessary but never in a way he found invasive. He doesn’t know what it is exactly about you that charms him near instantly. You’re enigmatic to a fault. It’s like you always know exactly what to say and exactly when to say it. Even more than that, you’re a terribly pleasant person to be around. Subtly warm and free of assumptions. When Charles talks to you about anything, you listen without making him feel like it’s any sort of burden to you. You don’t pry, don’t make missteps. Treat him fair, and then some. 

It’s unbearably simple, just how quickly and how easily he comes to adore you.  And, in some ways, Charles knows better than to believe that his purpose is loving someone. There’s more to it than that, surely - after everything. 

But then, he’ll watch you do something. Watch you do some kind of menial work that he could do for you instead. Thinks of skinning animals for new clothes and chopping wood and rubbing the soap off of you and all of a sudden it makes him feel anchored. Everything he could do for you. You anchor Charles easily, with a wispy smile. Make him want to find purpose in life with you. He never wants to be somewhere you’re not. 

He confesses it to you just like that, and like you do with most things - you accept and reciprocate without making too much of a fuss. 

For Charles, making love is an extension of wanting to ground himself in you. A distant siren song - the intersection of lust and bone deep adoration. Like most things, you’re the one to approach first every time. A soft hand on his forearm, a whisper that you want him. It’s with ease that he draws you away. Drags from you camp during nightfall with his horse and blankets and picks a spot with the perfect view of the stars. 

Charles watches you under the glow of moonlight, his vision adjusting to you easily. Naked underneath him, laid on your back with your legs folded at your knees - heaving deep breaths. He can see the sweat beading down your skin, your chest rising and falling - and the perfect view of your pussy. His hands and mouth are wet as you breathe out. He finds himself smiling at you, his own erection pressed against your thigh, pre-cum leaking out in a mesmerized haze. 

You lift your hands up and he leans down, surprised as you wrap them around his neck and pull him closer to you. Your mouths meet like that, and Charles laughs against your lips as you kiss him so eagerly. You blink at him, pretty. You’re always prettier than he remembers you being the last time he looks. 

“Charles,” You frown at him. “It’s impolite to keep a lady waiting,” 

He kisses the corner of your mouth. “Sorry, my love. I don’t want to hurt you,” 

“Well, I’m fine with it,” You repeat, almost petulant. Charles frowns. “‘Sides, it ain’t my first time taking you, you know?” 

“Well, I’m not fine with it.” 

You pout, looking at him all endeared. Charles couldn’t help but love you even if he tried. “You ain’t gonna hurt me. C’mon. Please?” 

“Please, what?” 

You look at him aghast before breaking out into a faux-scandalized giggle. “Now you—please fuck me. Pretty, please.” 

Charles feels something tickling against his spine hearing you say it. He couldn’t imagine getting sick of you in his whole life.  “Yeah, that’s good to hear.” 

You make an indignant noise but it’s silenced quickly as Charles positions himself against your entrance. He has plenty of discipline when it comes to matters like these, but right now - he feels like he’s going to lose his mind. Not nearly enough patience to wait. He lets his hands go up underneath your knees just to have something to hold onto. 

You make a little gasp as the tip of his cock pushes into you. Your walls are so soft, likely after all the orgasms he’d given you prior. You stop him in a shocked gasp, and Charles immediately readies himself to pull out. As if sensing his hesitance, you shake your head. 

“Charles,” You gasp, the words caught in your throat and hoarse “Deep. Want it deep,” 

His abdomen tightens, cocking twitching hard at your words. He agrees silently to your desires. 

When it comes to sex, there’s very little Charles dislikes.

But this is his favorite. He’s simple but no other position lets him see you so close. He likes the way your eyes widen as he pushes up underneath your knees and folds you underneath his weight. How you look pinned down under him, the perfect view of your eyes rolling back into your head and the proximity from your face to his. He lets his cock stretch you out slowly, throbbing each time your nails dig desperately into arms trying to keep your composure. Fuck you feel so tight like that. Soft pussy, dripping and sticky. You suck him in relentlessly, and Charles groans as he bottoms out. You take every inch of him so well. So perfect like the rest of you. 

Your eyes flutter open as he stays there, buried in you in complete bliss. You’re dazed. 

“Kiss?” 

Surprise followed by adoration, he abides by your request easily. Overwhelmed with it as he presses a chaste peck to your mouth, he laughs. “As many as you want.”

Anything you want, Charles thinks, he would give to you. 

.𖥔 ݁ ˖˚☽˚｡⋆

#arthur morgan x reader #john marston x reader #javier escuella x reader #charles smith x reader #rdr2 x reader #rogues love letters #red dead redemption 2 x reader #THIS IS THE LAST TIME. THE LAST FUCKING TIME !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Baking Yesteryear. By B. Dylan Hollis. DK, 2023.

Rating: 4/5 stars

Genre: cookbook

Series: N/A

Summary: A decade-by-decade cookbook that highlights the best (and a few of the worst) baking recipes from the 20th century

Friends of baking, are you sick and tired of making the same recipes again and again? Then look no further than this baking blast from the past, as B. Dylan Hollis highlights the most unique tasty treats of yesteryear.

Travel back in time on a delicious decade-by-decade jaunt as Dylan shows you how to bake vintage forgotten greats. With a big pinch of fun and a full cup of humor, you’ll be baking everything from Chocolate Potato Cake from the 1910s to Avocado Pie from the 1960s.

Dylan has baked hundreds of recipes from countless antique cookbooks and selected only the best for this bakebook, sharing the shining stars from each decade. And because some of the recipes Dylan shares on his wildly popular social media channels are spectacular failures, he’s thrown in a few of the most disastrously strange recipes for you to try if you dare.

***Full review below.***

Since this book is non-fiction, my review will be structured a little different from normal.

I've had this book for a while, but I didn't want to post a review before making a few of the recipes myself. I was already a fan of Hollis from his TikToks, so that might introduce some bias into my review - just so you're all aware.

Overall, I found this book to be quirky, easy to follow, and fun. I loved the bright colors and retro-feel to the photo shoots, and I appreciated that almost all of the recipes were accompanied by a picture of the thing you're supposed to be making. I also liked the blurbs written by Hollis himself; they very much felt like his voice, with his characteristic sense of humor balanced by his genuine love for baking and "old things."

Perhaps the most valuable part of this book, however, was the emphasis on lowering barriers to entry. I've read my fair share of baking guides that call for special ingredients or equipment, and there are a lot of recipes out there that are finicky and sure ton dissuade new bakers. Hollis's book, however, emphasizes that most (if not all) of these recipes can be done with basic tools - one does not even need an electric mixer (though it does make some recipes easier). There also aren't many fancy ingredients that aren't readily available at most grocery stores, so that also helps.

I do, however, have some minor criticisms which relate to the usability of this book. For one, the organization makes it rather difficult to find a specific recipe (or even category), particularly if you're like me and don't recall what decade it came from. While organizing the recipes by decade makes sense given the book's premise, it does make it more functionally difficult - you can't flip to the cake section, for example, and browse or put yourself within the general vicinity of the recipe you're looking for. Thus, readers will have to rely on either the TOC or the index a lot more, but this is a minor inconvenience rather than a huge drawback.

I also don't think the majority of the recipes are blow-your-mind good, but honestly, given this book's premise, I don't think that's the worst thing. The recipes are largely taken from sources aimed at home bakers, so you're not going to get professional-level pastries out of them. You will, however, get things that are fun and relatively simple to make, and they taste good enough to me that I'd consider making them multiple times.

TL;DR: Baking Yesteryear is a fine book for fans of Hollis's TikTok, but it goes beyond being mere merch. It not only provides historical recipes that are easy to replicate, but it also does a good job of lowering barriers to entry for new bakers. Experienced bakers might not be overly impressed by the recipes, but engaging with food history is a treat in and of itself, and it's delightful to see someone like Hollis engaging with the past with such enthusiasm and adoration.

[strayflowersstarsandlove]

🌟 Masterlist 🌟

🌚 Boyfriend!skz fake texts

Daily texts #1🌞

Daily texts #2🌞

Daily texts #3🌞

Daily texts #4🌞

Daily texts #5🌞

Daily texts #6🌞

Texting bf!skz song lyrics🎸

Sending bf!skz a spicy pic❤‍🔥

Asking bf!skz for a selfie🤳🏻

Bf!skz sending YOU a spicy pic 🌝

Bf!skz reacting to you wanting to go on/off the pill 💊

Bf!skz finding out they're not your bias🤡

Valentine's Day texts🌹

Texting bf!skz "where do you see us in 5 years?"🌱

Bf!skz comforting you when you're feeling sad/upset/insecure 💘

Accidentally flustering bf!skz💋

Bf!skz asking you about your fave straykids song💃🏻

Relationships goals with bf!skz: home screen edition🎯

Bf!skz vs getting you pads🩸

Vibe check with bf!skz⚡

Showing bf!skz your straykids themed manicure💅🏻

Fiance!skz x your engagement ring 💍

Texting bf!skz "I'm going to eat you"😋

Texting bf!skz in your native language 🌏

Bf!skz finds your baby pics/you find his😇

Fiance!skz vs your wedding dress🤍

Texting bf!skz "would you still love me if I was a worm?"🐛

🌚DAD!SKZ

Babydaddy!skz vs your baby bump pics💓

Dad!skz random texts🍼

More! Dad!skz👶🏻

EVEN!MORE! Dad!skz💟

Dad!skz overload🥰

🌚Fics

🥀EYES WIDE SHUT, Au! Han Jisung fic

PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

PART 4

PART 5

PART 6

PART 7

PART 8

PART 9

PART 10 - EPILOGUE

🕯️To Die For - Hyunjin x reader x Felix au fic

0 - I love the way you're screaming my name

🌚 Boyfriend!skz blurbs

Han ♥️

👻Horror nights ⚠️*content warning

🩷Flannel

🍎 I'm not leaving you

🍬Baby are you drooling?

🍯Unconditionally

🎋 13

🐝Honey bee (dad!hanjisung)

Leeknow 💜

📷Camera roll

❤️‍🩹I don't mind

☘️Okonomyaki

🐰Childhood videos

🍲Soup

💓Bunny (dad!leeknow)

Felix 💙

🍑Peaches and cream

💭Grey areas

🍥You put me back together, actually

Chan 💗

🚗Anytime

Hyunjin 💖

🌺Preoccupied

🌊Busan

🍃Just sleep

🔥Fire fire

💦More?

#bang chan #hyunjin #lee felix #lee know #jeongin #hanjisung #changbin #seungmin #lee minho #stray kids texts #skz fluff #skz x reader #skz smut #skz #skz imagines #han jisung #stray kids #Skztext #straykids #stray kids x reader #stray kids blurbs #skz fake texts #skz minho #stray kids ot8 #ot8 x reader #skz ot8 #ot8 #stray kids imagines #Stray kids blurbs #Skz fake texts

[pantherxrogers]

hi I love your work can you please do a sugar daddy/boyfriend Mingi and what he will do for reader

blurb: sugar daddy!mingi x reader  ✧

🎀 pairing: mingi x fem!reader

🎀 warnings: suggestive, explicit language, mention of daddy kink

🎀 summary: spoiled!reader wants to bring all of her friends to coachella. mingi can't say no 🤭

🎀 a/n: tysm for your request! this was super fun (and challenging) for me to write as a san bias, lmao. i hope you love it! divider by @fairytopea

my masterlist (you can find the yunho and san versions here!)

“I reaaaaally miss you, Mingki,” you coo into the phone, knowing you’ve got him wrapped around your finger. That nickname always gets to him.

Fighting back giggles, you motion a quiet down to your friends, so your boyfriend can’t hear them on the other end. 

“I miss you too, baby,” he groans, knowing you’re about to get exactly what you want. But, if you ask him, he really can’t help it. Who is he to deny you?

“It’ll be so nice to see you, baby. Plus the girls really want to go to Coachella, too,” you whine, putting extra pout behind your words, playing it up for him. 

“Baby, I only asked for one press pass. I don’t know if I can get extras for your friends,” he added, hoping you’d drop it, but knowing he won’t be that lucky. 

Hidden away on the side of the practice stage, Mingi battles with himself on what he’s going to do next. The desert heat beats down on his neck, sweat accumulating in the oversized tee shirt and sweats he decided to wear for soundcheck. 

He very well could get more passes for your friends, but he already flew all of you out to Bora Bora because you wanted a girls weekend. If you’d come to California with him, he knew you’d be sitting around in the hotel room for most of the day. So, he paid for the trip without any complaints (like he always does). 

“You won’t do it for me?” You whine, putting on the dramatics.

Your friends are in near hysterics, laughing at your antics. They all know how much Mingi spoils you, and they actually find it kind of sweet. You see, Mingi is the type of boyfriend who spoils you beyond reason, but he likes to pretend he isn’t a total and complete pushover (he definitely is).

“Fuck, I’ve created a monster,” Mingi chuckles, already having made up his mind. You giggle softly, twirling your hair around the end of your finger, happy that you’ve won another battle. 

On the other end, Mingi glances up to see his captain motioning him back over, signaling the end of their short break. He holds up a hand, mouthing out I'm almost done. 

Your playful giggles steal his attention back, momentarily forgetting about the lengthy practice.

A warm blush heats Mingi’s cheeks, while he listens to your kisses through the phone.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, baby!” You squeal, dancing around with a bright smile. You motion a thumbs up to your friends, all of you cheering in victory. 

“I’ll send the jet to Bora Bora tomorrow morning, so you guys can get in early,” he announces, fighting to keep the smile off his face. He can still hear your excited giggles through the phone.

“Baby, are you listening?” He playfully chides, knowing how you get tunnel vision whenever he gives you what you want.

“Private jet, Coachella, blah blah blah,” you joke, Mingi answering you with a laugh. 

You step away from your friends for a moment, heading into the villa’s primary bedroom. 

“I really am grateful, baby. I can wait to see you,” you confess, heart racing at the thought of seeing your boyfriend tomorrow. You fiddle with the Cartier love ring on your index finger, smiling at the memory of when he gifted it to you.

“Maybe I should just fly you out tonight,” he sighs, equally impatient to see you. 

“Mmmm, I would say yes buuuuuut,” Mingi huffs, "We have one more shopping day planned,” you mutter, remembering the Goyard bag you had your eye on yesterday. 

“Babe, you’ve been shopping the whole trip,” he argues, remembering the multiple notifications he got from his credit card company.

“I know, but I saw this bag yesterday and couldn’t make up my mind about it. I really want it now,” you whine, going into more detail as Mingi listens to your rambling with a smile. 

“Do you trust me, baby?” He questions, the wheels already turning in his head. 

“Of course,” you answer honestly, confused at the sudden change of subject. 

“Then, be ready for the driver to pick you up in two hours. I want you to myself for a night before your friends get here,” he asserts, the low rumble in his voice causing a warmth to spread over your body. 

You bite your lip before answering him, torn between the bag and the need to see your boyfriend as soon as possible. The both of you know which one you’ll pick in the end.

“Okay,” you sigh, “I’ll see you tonight,” a wide smile spreading across your face at the thought. 

“Good girl,” he coos, making you squirm against the plush mattress beneath you. 

“I love you, daddy,” you whisper, warmth flooding your cheeks at the title. Mingi chuckles to himself, fascinated by your sudden shyness.

“I love you too, baby girl. See you soon,” his voice is like gravel now, while he tries his best to not get carried away in public like this. 

He ends the phone call with a click, before sending a quick text to his manager. 

📱: Need a favor. Gonna need the private jet tonight and tomorrow. Also contact the Bora Bora sales associate for me. I need him to overnight a Goyard bag.

#𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 ⊹ ˚˖⋆｡ ra ra fics #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #ateez imagines #song mingi #song mingi x reader #song mingi smut #song mingi fluff #mingi smut #mingi ateez #mingi x reader #ateez mingi #mingi x black!reader #ateez x black!reader #ateez x black reader #mingi fluff #ateez fluff #ateez fanfic #ateez fic

[asgardwinter]

i'm trying to plan fictober and i have no idea how i was able to do all that last year

#those were A LOT of blurbs #i hope i can do at least half of it this time #bia talks talks talks

[tomurakii]

The worst part about the "mansplainer Gale truthers" is that it comes with a fundamental misunderstanding of what mansplaining is. To mansplain is to have a subconscious bias against women or queer people that makes a (cishet, white) man assume he knows better than someone else without evidence (or despite evidence to the contrary), and as such condescendingly over-explain common or industry-standard information to them. One of the formative essays on the topic, published in 'Men Explain Things To Me' by Rebecca Solnit, is about an anecdote wherein the author introduced herself as a writer to a man who then explained her own essay to her, while bulldozing any attempt by her and a female friend to reveal that she'd in fact written the book that he was pretending to be an expert on. The man listened to her introduce herself as a writer on a particular topic, and had so little respect for her intelligence that he thought he would explain the subject to someone that had just told him she was an expert, while he himself admitted to only ever reading the blurb of her book.

While Gale being condescending is to some degree a matter of interpretation, it is objectively true that he knows more than the player, regardless of class choice. He was an archmage and Mystra's chosen, if the player was anywhere near his level of expertise he would've known about them already, especially if they're a wizard (which is the only magic class that goes through formal educational institutions and could be expected to know the things he lore-dumps about). Beyond that, in most of his lore-dump scenes he is addressing the entire party, the only magic user of which (Shadowheart) is also an amnesiac. It's safe to say his assumption that he knows more about magic/magic history than the rest of you is both valid and accurate.

It isn't mainsplaining when literally one of the top 10 experts in a given field explains something to you, and misusing the term just invalidates people who actually experience and try to call out mansplaining. Mansplaining originated in an uneducated guy believing he had the right to explain a subject to a woman he knew to be an expert. Literally all Gale's done his entire life is study magic, let the man infodump.

#he is real and lovely to me #also. how entitled. to have God's (former) Favourite Magician in your party and act like he's a bad guy for knowing more than you #if ANYONE is allowed to infodump it's the until-recently-reigning champion of Knowing Shit About Magic #also men explain things to me is both an informative and also just a well-written essay collection. great intro to feminist theory #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate