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audreytakadart · 2 months
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Guess who's into Heaven Official's Blessing now lool (I'm only on book 7 so no spoilers please!!) Shi Qingxuan is so baby girl I love him so much and I hope he's doing well
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shadowgale96 · 1 month
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A Game Between Ghost Kings // Amonimy's Official Heaven Official's Blessing Book 2 Trailer
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hihomeghere · 2 months
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Burning Love | John Marston/Reader
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Word Count : 3k Summary : Set in the epilogue of RDR2. You stumble upon John in Blackwater after being alone for years. When he invites you to visit Beecher's Hope, will you be able to fight feelings that have been building ever since you were kids? (No Abigail and Jack, love them but you aren't in this episode) Warnings : Smut, cursing, unprotected piv, hickeys, oral reader receiving, just dirty idiots in love, reader has bio female parts
“John?” The word fell out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. Here you were in Blackwater, a good six or seven years since that no good river boat business, and there in front of you was John Marston.
At least, he looked like him. His head snapped towards you, his dark eyes meeting yours. You swore your heart stopped, you raised your hand to cover it before sliding off of your horse.
“Y/n?” He sounded breathless, a small smile growing on his face as you started running towards him. You threw yourself into his arms, he laughed, spinning you around. “Holy shit it is you.” He said as your feet touched the ground. You looked up at his scarred face, cupping his cheek with your hand.
“John Marston.” You chuckled, unable to stop the grin spreading on your face. Tears welled up in your eyes which you quickly wiped away. God it had been years, ever since… well it had been years.
“It’s good to see you.” You chuckled lightly, punching his shoulder.
“It sure is good to see you, too. What the hell are you doing in Blackwater?”
“Well I don’t rightly know.” You shrugged, shaking your head. “I go wherever the wind takes me and it took me to Blackwater.” You said looking around the dusty street. He grinned, shaking his head slightly. His hair was shorter than before, light stubble covering his face. 
“Well if you don’t have anywhere else to go, would you like to come see Beecher's Hope?” He said with a nervous smile on his face.
“What’s Beecher's Hope?” You asked, crossing your arms.
“It's my place, somehow.” He laughed looking down at his boots.
“John Marston, homeowner?” You laughed, “Course I do!” He looked up at you, your stomach filling with butterflies as that boyish grin crossed his features.
“Well come on then!” He said, walking over to his horse. You followed him out of town, riding close behind him. It didn’t take you very long to make it to Beecher’s Hope. Well he was certainly hopeful to call it his home. It was barely a shack on a good piece of land, that was the best way you could describe it.
“Now I know it don’t look like much now.” He said, hitching up his horse.
“You’d be right.” You teased doing the same. 
“Now who’s there?” A voice called from inside the shack. Was that?
“It’s just me, Uncle.” John called, rolling his eyes. Uncle?
“Uncle! You get your lazy ass out of that shack right now!” You called jogging over to the ‘front door’
“Y/n? Well I’ll be!” Uncle said getting up from inside. You pulled him into a hug, glad to see the old man still kicking.
“Now this is how I should be treated, John, with respect.” Uncle said as he patted your back.
“She just called you a lazy ass!” John groaned.
“What are you doing hanging around this ruffian?” You teased, pulling away from Uncle’s embrace.
“Begged for my help, how could I say no?” Uncle explained, placing a hand over his heart.
“Bullshit! I never asked you for nothing old man.” John scoffed, shaking his head.
“Alright alright, I’m starving from my ride. You got anything I could cook up for us, John?” You asked, setting your hands on your hips. 
“Barely, we could probably hunt down a rabbit or two for dinner.” He sighed.
“Lead the way, cowboy.” You said walking back over to your horse. 
A rabbit or two turned into four between the two of you. Everything turned into a competition, it had been like that since you were kids. Let’s say Uncle wasn’t upset by your catch. You cooked up a nice stew for the boys before settling down for the night by the campfire. It all seemed too good to be true, being back with Uncle and John. You couldn’t lie that your heart skipped a beat every time you caught his eye. The alcohol definitely wasn’t helping with that. 
“It seems like yesterday we were sitting around a campfire just like this, listening to Javier play the guitar. Or having Hosea give us reading lessons.” You sighed bringing your bottle to your lips.
“Yeah, you were such a tattle tale.” John teased, the glow of the fire illuminating his face, casting dark shadows along his scars.
“Was not!” You scoffed, knocking back your drink. He laughed, loud and hearty. Your heart beat wildly in your chest, a blush settling on your cheeks. 
“Yes you were! Would always get me in trouble when I’d sneak off to the horses.” He shook his head a smile tugging on his lips
“That’s because Boadicea was gonna kick your head in one day, I was only looking out for you.” You snorted, nodding to yourself.
“She loved me.”
“You kidding?” You barked out a laugh, “She used to nip at you so hard you’d have teeth marks for weeks!”
“Well not everyone can be princess Van Der Linde.” He said, rolling his eyes.
“You were Dutch’s favorite long before I came around Martson.” You quipped, the alcohol easing the pain of past gang members. You both sat in silence, the crackle from the fire and far off yips from the coyotes the only sound, along with Uncle’s snoring.  
“Shit,” John sighed, “we got into a heap of trouble back then.” He grinned, bringing his bottle to his lips.
“Still do.” You added, leaning over to bump his elbow with your own.
“Still do.” He repeated, a small smile on his face. He looked at you from under the brim of his hat. You felt your face heat up under his gaze, instead of the growing fire.
“Why’d you even buy this land in the first place?” You asked, breaking eye contact as you looked around your makeshift campsite. The shack behind John, if you could even call it that, almost falling apart as Uncle slept. He sighed, staring into the cracking embers.
“Felt like I had something to prove, I guess.” He shrugged, “I never was very smart. Never had anything to my name. I had you at one point and screwed that up too.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck. 
“John,” You started, your eyes flickering up from the fire. A blush settling on your cheeks. You two had been sweet on each other before, honestly you had never stopped being sweet on him. But he wasn’t ready for a real relationship, and you deserved better than being drug along for nothing. 
“No,” He stopped you, his hand held up between you two. “You were the only thing that was good in my life and I pissed it away.”
“We were young, and for some reason I’m still following your sorry ass around.” You said, shaking your head. Refusing to meet his eye, you leaned forward with your hands resting on your knees. “You ain’t got nothing to prove, you’re a good man John Marston.” You said sparing him a glance. A soft smile graced his lips before he shook his head.
“Guess you ain’t too bad either, y/n.”
“Well that was never in question.” You said bringing the bottle back up to your lips, John let out a low chuckle. You both stared at the fire, it was easier than looking at each other.
“Will you-“ John started, his lip in between his teeth, “Will you stay with us here?” You smiled, warmth blooming in your chest. You looked up, pretending to mull it over.
“Until a better offer comes along.” You shrugged, laughing as John shoved your shoulder.
“Don’t have to be such a smartass.”
“Oh I think I do.” You grinned, raising your bottle. He rolled his eyes, a playful grin on his face. “You’re smiling.”
“Am not.” He said turning away. You shook your head, staring down at the crackling fire. 
“What did you do for all those years, were you alone?” You asked, afraid of his answer. Although you couldn’t blame him if he hadn’t been, many nights you wished you had someone warming your bed, although it was always John you were dreaming of.
“Bounced around, ranch to ranch, just-“ he let out a long sigh, “Just trying to stay out of trouble.” You nodded looking up at him.“What about you?” He said, crossing his arms.
“Nothing really, hung low for a while, a year or two.” You shook your head, you honestly couldn’t remember what it was like in the early days. You had never been on your own before then, not that you could remember at least. “It was hard for a long time, but I had good teachers.” You smiled softly, feeling more melancholy the more you spoke. “Spent some of my time trying to make an honest living but you know how that goes.” You chuckled while taking a long drink from your bottle. 
“You can say that again.” John chuckled, “Did you have any fellas in that time?” He asked, shifting his eyes from the fire to yours. You tried hiding your smirk.
“Nah, none that piqued my interest.” You smirked, unable to keep it at bay.
“Well that’s good to hear.” He chuckled to himself, taking a drink.
“And why is that?” You questioned, cocking your head to the side. Could he feel the same about you? He went silent, lowering his head so his face was covered by the brim of his hat. He let out a dry cough, clearing his throat.
“Oh, well- I just mean-“ He sighed, you giggled softly looking up at him.
“John-“
“I’m a damn fool,” He chuckled, shaking his head, “I finally got you back and I’m too chicken shit to do anything about it.” He said, running a hand down his face. Your heart started to beat faster at his small confession. You set your bottle down, walking over to him. His wide eyes met yours as you sat yourself down on his lap.
“Good thing I ain’t.” You said taking his hat off and setting it to the side. You leaned forward, rubbing your nose against his. Your breaths intermingled as you looked into his eyes. He took the initiative, leaning forward and capturing your lips with his own. His arms snaked around your waist as he pulled you closer, your clothed core rubbing against his crotch. You felt a moan rumble in his chest before it slipped out his lips. You smirked, your tongue swiping across his lower lip. He eagerly opened his mouth, his own tongue entering your mouth. He tasted like smoke and whisky, an intoxicating combination.
“Darlin, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.” He mumbled against your lips, before moving to kiss along your jaw. 
“I know John, god I’ve wanted you for so long.” You breathed, running your fingers through his dark hair. He latched onto your throat, sucking a spot that would definitely bruise. You let out a soft moan, gripping his hair tightly. He thrust his hips upwards against your clothed cunt, causing a higher pitched moan to leave your mouth.
“Shh, don’t want Uncle to hear us.” John said softly, his hands slipping under the hem of your shirt, he rubbed his thumb against your stomach. His movements shot straight to your core. You bit your lip to stop a whine, as you rubbed yourself against his growing bulge.
“Fucking take me and stop teasing.” You growled pulling him up to kiss him. He smirked against your lips, slipping his hands under your ass as he lifted you up in his arms. He walked you over to his tent, setting you down on his bedroll. You made quick work with the buttons on your shirt, working them through the eyelets. You pulled your arms out of your shirt, removing your cotton undershirt. You sneaked a peek at John, who was pushing his pants down. Your eyes raked over his body, his union suit leaving little to the imagination. You pulled off your pants, left only in your bloomers. 
“Fuck darlin.” John whispered his hands gripping your thighs as he pulled you closer to him. He dipped his head to your breast, taking your nipple in his mouth. His other hand kneaded your breast. 
You laid your head back on the bedroll, a soft gasp exiting your mouth. He sat up, sinking his fingers into your bloomers before pulling them down. His finger dipped into your wet folds.
“Mmm,” You moaned, biting down on your lip. He smirked again, pushing his index finger into your warm heat. He pumped it in and out, his eyes never leaving your face as you fought the urge to moan. His thumb rubbed against your clit, making small circles on your nub. He added his middle finger, curling it inside of you. Your eyes rolled back into your head and the coil inside you tightened. Your nails dug into his arm, as your pussy clenched around his fingers. That familiar wave of bliss washing over you.
“Yeah that's right sweetheart.” John cooed, still pumping his fingers in and out of you. 
“John-“ You breathed pulling him closer, he removed his fingers sucking them clean.
“Yeah sweetheart?” He said as he unbuttoned his union suit. Pulling his arms out, as he pushed it down his thighs. Your eyes raked over his body, scars from bullet wounds and cuts littered his body. Your mouth watered at the sight as your gaze followed the patch of hair from his chest down to his pelvis. 
“Fuck me.” You huffed, propping yourself up on your elbow as your legs fell open.
“Yes ma’am.” He smirked, taking his thick cock in his hand. Pumping it twice before nosing his dick to your opening. He pushed himself into you slowly, a groan working its way out of his chest as he hung his head. “God damn you’re tight.” He hissed, his hands gripping your hips with a vice like grip as he slowly pushed his hips forward. 
“John.” You whined, gripping his forearms as he seated himself in you fully. You had never been so full in your life, he was so deep you swore his tip was kissing your cervix.
“I know darlin-“ He rasped, slowly pulling his hips back before slamming back into you. Your breath knocked out of your chest as he picked up the pace.
“Ah- oh John!” You yelped before his hand covered your mouth. He moved your leg to sit on top of his hips and he leaned forward, resting his forearms next to your head.
“Feel good?” He grunted, squeezing his eyes close as he let out a hissed breath. 
“Fuck- feels so good.” You whispered, tears starting to well up in your eyes. His hips met yours with every thrust, the sound of slapping skin filling the small tent. He grabbed one of your thighs, lifting it up onto his shoulder. You swore you saw stars at the new position. It had been so long since anyone had had you like this, and John was playing your body like a fucking fiddle. Every thrust punched the air out of your lungs as somehow he went deeper. 
“Shit darlin-“ He huffed, his hot breath on your ear as he bent over you, “Squeezing me so good.” He groaned, nipping at your ear.
“Oh- John I-“ You cried, tears slipping down your cheeks. Your toes were curling as the pressure built inside your stomach. 
“You close honey? You gonna come?” He cooed, kissing your neck, one of his hands moved down your body to your already sensitive bud. He flicked it once, maybe twice before your orgasm came crashing down. You mewled, trying to stay quiet as John wiped away your tears.
“That’s it, that’s it.” He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he strained his neck up. “Where do you want it?” He said as he sat up, still rutting his cock in and out of you.
“Inside.” You breathed, wrapping your legs around his hips as you pulled him closer.
“Oh- darlin I-“ He let out a low moan as he spilled inside of you, his hips twitching as he pumped his cum inside your heat . You let out a small sigh, letting your body go limp under him. He cradled your head in his hand, kissing you softly as he pulled his cock out of you. He sighed against your lips before laying down beside you. Pulling a blanket over both of your bodies. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you against him.
“I’m not letting you go this time.” He whispered against the shell of your ear. 
“Good.” You said holding his arm against you, as you drifted off feeling his cum trickle down your thighs.
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“Jesus what is that mark on your neck?” Uncle said his hand resting on his hip as you blushed from the top of your head to the tips of your toes.
“Nothing.” you said quickly, covering your neck with your hand.
“Good lord is that a hickey!” Uncle said recoiling at the sight, “Now who the hell would give you…” He trailed off his gaze shifting to John who was drinking his coffee. 
“What?” John said, lowering the mug, a smug smile plastered on his face.
“Disgusting.” Uncle cringed walking away from the both of you back to the shack. 
“Just had to mark me up, now didn’t you?” You asked, crossing your arms as you looked at John. He smirked shaking his head as he walked over to you 
“You’re mine, everyone should know it.” He shrugged, pulling you into a searing kiss. 
Maybe you could deal with a mark or two. 
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tgcfsketches · 7 months
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POV: You’re a little green bastard who just got knocked the f*%@ out.
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transbookoftheday · 2 months
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Do you take requests? If so, do you have any scifi or paranormal books with a transmasculine main character and a mlm romance? Thank you!
I haven't read many books in those genres yet, but here are some suggestions:
Science Fiction:
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Book Titles:
Future Feeling by Joss Lake
World Running Down by Al Hess
Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas
Deadendia: The Watcher’s Test by Hamish Steele
Blackwater by Jeannette Arroyo and Ren Graham
Dear Mothman by Robin Gow
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tianshaguxing · 2 months
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beefleaf based on IU's recent MV "love wins all"
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19silvermirrors · 2 months
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Wintertime strolls around the Blackwater🤍
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fanfictionroxs · 5 months
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Basically what happened in Eclipse
Seth: Ah, yes. Here we have a beautiful couple… Embry: I really care about your feelings! Quil: I really care about YOUR feelings! Seth, turning their head: …and then there's the disaster couple… Leah: YOU NEED TO PAY MORE ATTENTION TO ME INSTEAD OF BEING AT THE HOSPITAL! Jacob: I WOULDN'T HAVE TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME AT THE HOSPITAL IF YOU STOPPED INSISTING ON FIGHTING EVERYONE WHO COMES WITHIN A FIVE FOOT RADIUS OF YOU!
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fiorrie · 11 months
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No meaning, I just wanted to draw something :3
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dutchieliciousplans · 1 month
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The only general store John will go to is in Rhodes just to see Pearson.
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"Felt cute, might as well rob pearson while im at it" - John Marston 1907
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Oh he misses the stew so much he steals stew in Blackwater
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westerosiladies · 10 months
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Sansa Stark Month Day Nineteen: Leadership
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audreytakadart · 2 months
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Blackwater Sinking Ships
inspired by @catterole ‘s he xuan and wanted draw him with a high ponytail 🥵
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chippedcupwrites · 10 months
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GAME OF THRONES | 2.09
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dr3adlady · 5 months
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I'm here yayyy
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funkyboxofinterests · 11 days
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I’ve had the most specific reading experience with books lately
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lyaress · 9 months
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If beefleaf swapped fates so Shi Qingxuan could become a God then doesn't that imply he would have originally been a calamity after he died?
I need Calamity Shi Qingxuan. Would He Xuan have been a Wind Master? Would Shi Qingxuan sink ships and/or be an expert clone-making shapeshifting actor, cause honestly spymaster SQX seems to just fit? What would his motivation for being a Ghost King be? I need answers.
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