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Red Stained Sunflower Pt. 3

Fandom: The Texas Chainsaw Massacre Game

Pairing: Johnny Slaughter x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Use of Pet Names, Suggestive Nsfw content, Cigarette mention/usage, SMUT!!, Fingering, P in V, Unprotected (Stay safe), slight choking, and more but I don’t wanna spoil the fun ;3

Requested?: Yeeee!!!

Overview: If the events that happened the night before weren't enough, then tonight sure as hell would be. After an awkward encounter, you find yourself alone with the man who has such a hold on you. Talking and playing around won’t compare to what you got yourself into tonight.

A/n: This is the last part of this little series!! If you would like to see more Johnny feel free to send me an ask/request! I got a couple in my inbox so I’ll be working on those! Johnny’s a little more soft but can be a bit aggressive in this one so if ya aint feeling it DNI!!

This chapter contains written NSFW content. Minors are advised to not interact!! Enjoy!

Red Stained Sunflower Pt.1 - Red Stained Sunflower Pt.2

You weren't prepared for really visiting the Slaughter home the next day. Your heart pumped strangely after Johnny left last night with his confident demeanor and witty remarks. You couldn't sleep all night from it. The man’s scent had still lingered in your room, especially on your bed where he decided to make himself comfortable. You hated him for that. You loved the thought of him but hated that he was constantly on your mind.

Now you were on your way to meet the man, telling your father that you would be at Maria’s for a bit. Lying, so that you could see the trouble that dipped so far into your heart. Walking along the dirt road in your favorite sundress and a small bag, you decided to go through the front instead of the back way close to the gardens like last time. It probably would be easier since it was getting late, the sun coming close to the horizon. 

You hurried your steps as your feet silently patted on the porch, before raising your hand to knock on the door. Your hand was mere centimeters away but suddenly stopped when you heard commotion coming from the other side. And it didn’t sound good either…

“Ya’ keep leavin’ without a trace and don’t tell nobody! The hell ya’ goin’ off to?!”

You carefully pushed your ear to the door to hear if anyone was nearby. If you can recall his name, it sounded like Drayton. The older gentleman who occasionally went by the name Cook among some members of the family. Given that he didn't seem to like your presence, you didn't actually talk to him all that much. When you laugh with Bubba and Nubbins, you may receive sidelong looks or little scoffs from the kitchen. He appeared agitated, and was questioning the person who had turned his mood so sour.

“That’s none of yer damn business, old man.” 

Oh… that’s who was getting interrogated. Johnny. What they were saying appeared to grab your attention, even though it shouldn't have startled you as much as it did. 

“It’s that girl again ain’t it? Ya’ keep goin’ out and followin’ ‘er like a gosh darn puppy!” Drayton had persisted in reprimanding Johnny, his aging voice hoarse with annoyance. “What’s so special ‘bout ‘er hm? She can’t do nothin’ for ya’-“

“Watch yer tone! Before ya’ start ta’ have a real problem on yer hands.”

Drayton and Johnny both appeared to be furious, but Johnny's stance was clearly more aggressive. Given that the older man made a comment regarding other girls, you weren't sure if they were talking about you or not. Your heart briefly ached as a result. You felt a tiny bit envious when you imagined Johnny with someone else. As you refocused on the exchanged words, you briefly dared to blink. 

“Calm ya’self Johnny!” Your ears twitch to the sound of Sissy’s voice. 

“Get off a me!” He growls, sudden footsteps approaching closer the door. “Yer quick ta’ start pointin’ fingers. Do I need ta’ remind ya’ how long ya’ left us fa’?”

“Don’t chu start yappin’ at me! Ya’ know what I needed ta’ do-“

“And I know what I’m doin’, so quit yer barkin!” 

You became aware that you were still listening in as footsteps began to move dangerously towards the door. You immediately moved away from the porch, to the side of the house where the bushes encumbered beneath the window. Bubba and Nubbins emerge from the door moments later once it had opened. You see from the bushes as the two enter the white pickup truck's back bay, with Sissy trailing behind them and moving toward the passenger-side door. Johnny is furiously flailing his arms behind Drayton as the older man stumbles out of the house.

When Johnny came closer, Drayton spun around and pointed a finger in his face as the younger man's brows furrowed. “She’s makin’ ya’ weak boy. Weak! And if I have ta’ tell ya’ ta’ leave ‘er alone again-!”

“What are ya’ so afraid of ol’ man?” The man’s eyelids lower in suspicion. “I don’t have ta’ explain anythin’ ta’ anybody, and I ain’t gonna let ya’ boss me ‘round like a kid.”

“So naive, wait until ya’ mother hears about this,” Cook chuckles, hopping into the truck. “Ya’ care ‘bout ‘er more than ya’ care ‘bout yer own family. I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, once she realizes what you are, you’ll treat ‘em like the rest once she tries ta’ leave.” 

As you saw Drayton shut the door to the truck, his remarks caused your stomach to churn, giving you anxiety-filled butterflies. The vehicle had been started, and the engine was roaring as it backed into the driveway. Once it was turned around it drove off, leaving Johnny there speechless and heated as ever. You’ve never seen him so upset, so… filled with anger. He tightened his jaw and balled his fists into the palms of his hands, a vein protruding from the side of his temple. He looked like he could kill someone, right then and there. After a period of silence, he took a long breath in and let it out harshly.

“Yer terrible at hidin’.” 

As Johnny's statement rang across the air, your heart leaped and your eyes widened. Before turning around, he had let out an abrasive huff while his tongue prodded at the insides of his cheeks. “Ya’ can stop hidin’ darlin.” He only moves a few steps before his eyes and boots come to a complete stop on the ground. He was perceptive, and that was well noted. He closed his eyes and ran a hand through his dark hair as his demeanor abruptly changed. “Come oooon, I know yer out here.”

Although you were uneasy, there was no use continuing to hide now that he had exposed you. A few seconds later, you emerged from the bushes, and Johnny's eyes shot open to meet yours. His chocolate brown eyes locked with yours at that very instant, and you could feel the rage and shame simmering behind them. With the broad grin that covered his face, he did a great job of hiding it. 

“How did you know I was here?” You asked, making him shrug his shoulders. “Could see yer footprints. They moved that way unlike the others,” His fingers pointed down to the ground, making you smirk and shake your head slightly. “Didn’t think ya’d be ‘ere so soon. Hell, thought ya’d go on and ditch me again~.” 

“Well… I uh, was thinking about it. After hearing all that.”

The smile on Johnny’s face faded as quick as it came, tilting his head slightly with the squint of his eyes. “How much did ya’ ‘ear?” He asked, stuffing his hands in his back pockets.

You fiddled with the fabric of your sundress, debating on whether or not to tell him the truth. You didn’t mean to eavesdrop, it just happened to be a bad time and you didn’t want to get caught knowing they were talking about you. It was reasonable, but then again… maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to lie right in Johnny’s face.

“Enough…” You said, making the man turn his head away. “I know Drayton didn’t like me that much but not as… much as I thought.”

Johnny shook his head, a chuckle coming from his mouth. “Heh, yeah. I got some explainin’ ta’ do don’t I?” The man had lifted his arm, hand gesturing to you as he began to approach. “Walk wit’ me?”

He smiles once again at your head nod when he approaches. He took hold of your shoulders and pulled you along with him as the two of you moved to the side of the house. “So… about that explaining?”

“Yeah yeah, I’m gettin’ to it.” Johnny rolled his eyes playfully, removing his arm from you to run his fingers through his hair again. “So impatient. Next thing I know yer gonna be bossin’ me ‘round!”

“Thought you didn’t like being told what to do.” You say, his eyes narrowing to stare at you in a playful side eye. 

“I don’t.” His voice cracks with excitement, making you giggle in response. 

Both of you had stopped, and Johnny had positioned himself on a car's damaged hood. He had rested against it, his arms crossed, and his head tilted to the side. The male had observed as your eyes silently absorbed the magnificence of the meadows. You were patiently waiting for him to resume speaking, but the breathtaking scenery fully captured your attention. The scene of the sunflowers gently colored by the sun's rays as they sway side to side in the wind. The man behind you, who had hummed at the sight, was the only one who managed to divert your attention away from the view.

Your head turns, staring Johnny with his half lidded eyes. “I should’ve brought my camera.” 

“Why didn’t you?”

“Forgot. I was so busy getting ready that I left it on my dresser.” You had fumbled through your bag in your hip, looking into it for something. 

“Got all dolled up just fa’ me? Ya’ shouldn’t have~.” Johnny was… staring a lot, and it was awfully distracting. You don’t even remember what it was that you were looking for. 

“Oh shut up.” You say, putting your bag away to your hip. “Come up with that explanation yet?”

Johnny sighed and rubbed the side of his stubbled cheek as another smile appeared on his face. “What do ya’ wanna know?”

There were many things you wished to know. Why Drayton didn't like you, whether his family disapproved of you, whether he is seeing someone else, and whatever part of him the older man was referring to. There was just a lot on the table, and you didn't have much time to gather everything from him given how soon the sun would set. “Has Drayton always had something against me?”

“Doesn’t like any girl I bring home,” Johnny explained. “Says it’s a distraction. Don’t know what the problem is when I can handle myself.” 

“Maybe he’s just worried about you?”

“Should worry ‘bout his damn self.” Johnny rolled his eyes at that.

“Okay,” You walk over to him and hop onto the hood of the car to take a seat. “Does the rest of your family… not like me?”

Johnny didn’t say anything for a moment, averting his eyes away from you as he thought about it. The man looked up at the sky, nodding his head slightly. “I… don’t really know.” He finally responded. “Sissy has her suspicions. Nubbins doesn’t really care, I know big boy likes ya’ a lot.” 

“Who Bubba?” 

“Yeaaah,” His grin starts to appear again. “He’s like a kid, likes it when ya’ spend time with ‘im. Yer much nicer than the rest of us.” 

Well that was good to know at least. You smile at that, nodding your head to the thought. “I’m glad that he likes it when I’m around. He’s like a puppy, so energetic when he’s happy. Speaking of-“

“Oh god,” Johnny sighs out loudly. “Don’t— Don’t listen to anythin’ he said beginnin’ with that!” 

“So you follow me?”

“Jesus Christ,” Johnny groans out loud, shaking his head. “I don’t follow ya’!”

“What about the skatin’ rink?” 

“That was one time!” Johnny lifted his arms up as he exaggerated his lies. “That’s cause I wanted ta’ know what ya’s been doin’.”

“I mean you did break into my house,” You teased, making him huff in irritation. “Do you usually just go into places whenever you feel like it?”

The man cracked a bit, chuckling before shaking his head at you. “Breakin’ inta’ houses ain’t my usual thing. I like bein’ more… direct. If that’s whatcha call it.” Johnny shook his shoulders at the thoughts, giving the question more attention than he probably intended. “Maybe… I’ve seen ya’ a couple times in town.” 

“Sneaky thing aren’t you~.”

“Indeed I am~,” He realized right away that you were making fun of him. After pushing himself off the hood, the man reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of crumpled smokes. 

“You’re not gonna smoke are you?” You ask with your eyebrows raised. “Those are bad y’know.”

“So nosey,” Johnny pulls out a cigarette and stuffs it into the side of his mouth. “Yer stressin’ me out with all these questions.”

“I can ask more.”

“Shut up.”

His grin seemed to morph into a naughty one when you were about to speak back to him. The chuckle that rumbled in his throat caused him to avert his eyes. He was aware of what you were about to say, and unlike yesterday, you were all by yourself with him. He smirked triumphantly and drew the lighter from his other pocket as you forced your mouth shut. However, you got an idea and got up off the car hood. You approach Johnny and snatch the cigarette out of his mouth. His expression was priceless and made you laugh out loud. 

“Uhm…hey?” He says reaching for the cigarette before you pull it back. He licks his lips with a sly grin, nodding his head. “Ohhh, okay. So that’s what we’re doin’ hm?”

“Maybe,” You reply. “Yer funny, now give it back before I take it.”

You stood there idly, not listening to a single word Johnny said. Johnny had taken that moment of silence to look over you, before his hand rushed to grab yours. It caught you off guard, your wrist with the cigarette being taken as he pulled you towards him. The front of your body collides with his, a small grunt coming from you. Looking up at the man your eyes widen. Cheeks flushed, you feel his other hand snake around your lower back to keep you there. Oh dear… what did you just get yourself into? “Tsk tsk. Yer playin’ a dangerous game here sweetheart.” Every word in Johnny's voice is dripping with seduction, like a warning sign. “If that’s whatcha wanna do, I’m all up fa’ the challenge~.” Johnny takes the cigarette from your hand and sticks it back in his mouth. What an absolute tease. The way your body effortlessly melted into him gave the man the confidence that he could get away with it. “What~? Wish I did somethin’ else wit’ ma’ mouth?” 

“If you wanted to, I’m sure you would have.” You say narrowing your eyes. 

“Oh really?” Johnny says, his hand behind your back moving to place itself on your abdomen. He moved you backwards, your hands coming in contact with the hood of the vehicle you sat on earlier. “What makes ya’ think I won’t?”

“I don’t know, maybe you do it to all your other little girlfriends.”

Your statement made Johnny laugh, having to take the smoke out of his mouth before it fell out. “Awww ya’ heard that too? Jealous~?” He made your lips purse, your eyes moving away to the side of you. “I’ll amuse ya’, so how ‘bout this. Yer the only one I’ve been talkin’ to fa’ a while.”

You look back up at Johnny, who had stuffed the cigarette back in its little box. “So amused,” You roll your eyes, trying to remove yourself away from Johnny but all he did was stand in your way. He was so close to you, that he practically had you pinned against the car and him. 

“Lookin’ a lil’ sour there honey.” He teased, the cigarette box being placed back in his pocket. “Still jealous~?”

“N-No…” You stammered, swallowing thickly when you tried to look away.

Johnny chuckles as he detects your lies. He was making you so anxious and driving you mad by imagining the other women he's seen. He was undeniably so close to your body that you would bump into him if you even attempted to move. His hands, which were still protected by his grime-stained gloves, advanced to your waist. When his face got close to yours, it made you hold your breath and your heart race.

“Can’t fool me darlin’, yer a terrible liar too.” His nose brushes against yours before he pulls his head back again. “I promise~, yer the only one I got eyes on.” Before you feel them move to your hips, the hold on your waist becomes tighter. You were raised back onto the car's hood a short while later. Johnny reached out and traced his fingertips along your exposed thighs without pausing. “Yer the only one I want.”

Once more, his face approaches yours, but this time he maintains his distance. The once-orange sky was beginning to turn dark, misty blue as the sun dropped below the horizon in the distance. The view in front of you now... drew you in more than ever, and you were unable to take your eyes off of him. Your head subconsciously turned in his direction as quiet breaths filled the chilly air in the silence. 

“I want you too…” You say quietly, making the man in front of you grin.

“Hm?” He hums, moving himself in between your legs. “Ya’ want me?”

The man takes one moment to remove his gloves while you nod your head. He places them beside you, grabs your legs, hooks them around his waist, then grabs your hips. 

“All of me?” 

Your hands that had been resting on the hood, came and cupped the sides of his cheeks. “Yes,” You reply. “I want all of you, Johnny.” 

“Ya’ sure?” The male wasn’t hesitant, he just knew what both of you were going to get into. You knew this yourself, and you nodded once more. “Good, cause I’mma keep ya’ aaaaall to myself~.” 

The man's lips had touched yours at that point. Your entire body experienced waves of arousal as well as butterflies throughout your stomach. His touch was felt, and the satisfaction from his lips lingered on your own. It appeared as though he was directing you through every step due to the way they moved so perfectly alongside yours. He tasted metallic and minty, with a hint of tobacco. 

He pulled back from the kiss as his bare hands took hold of the hem of your sundress and raised it just a bit. As he moved from your earlobe to the side of your neck, his lips made contact with your jaw. You start to gasp softly as Johnny grazes your neck with his teeth and nibbles on your tender flesh. He leaned down to your collarbone and softly sucked on the skin there, creating a small hickey in the process. A reminder of what was his.

“Drivin’ me crazy sweet pea,” He mumbled in the crook of your neck, his calloused hands massaging the top of your thighs. The more he dragged on his throbbing need for you, the more vigorously he kneaded them. “Might not be able ta’ hol’ back much longer.”

Your legs are still around Johnny's waist as he pulls away from you, but you move your eyes. They proceeded on to the growth that pressed up against his jeans and the obvious indent of his own erection in a sizable tent. You shiver at the sight.

“Gettin’ cold?” He asks, the man lifting you from the car hood.

“A little,” You half admit, your hands hanging onto his shoulders. “Didn’t think you’d care much.”

Johnny chuckles as he lowers you and unlocks the car door. The man poked his head inside and looked around as it rustled. The back window and the opposite side of the car were covered in sunflowers, and the only damage it appeared to have was a couple rips in the back seats. He moves and motions for you to enter with his hand. A hefty slap on the ass greets you as you crawl inside after taking the bag off your shoulder and throwing it within. You yelp as you turn to face Johnny, who dove with a grin on his face. 

Before climbing on top of you, he crept into the car and shut the door behind him. The man lowered his head back to your face as your back pressed up against the seat cushions and your head leaned forward. “I’ll warm ya’ up real good baby girl,” He adds as he presses his hands firmly on your lovely outfit. He raises it, revealing your (color) underwear, and wraps his fingers around them. 

Once he begins pushing the thin cloth up to your thighs, his lips come into touch with yours. As it slides down your ankles, he grabs them, taking them off your legs. He hums and pulls away from the kiss as you move your dress subtly with your hands to cover any views he might have.

“Hidin’ from me?” Your head slams against the seat as his enormous hand grabs both of your wrists and moves you lower with his other hand. He raises the clothing up to reveal you while pinning your arms above your head. As a result of Johnny's position, your legs were unable to even close completely, so he only huffed amusedly as you attempted. “Be a good girl and I might be gentle.” 

“You better be gentle,” You blurt out loud, earning a hefty laugh from Johnny.

“Riiiight, forget yer still a virgin~.” He sees you pucker your lips, Johnny taking the opportunity to peck them, making you groan. “Take this off will ya’? I wanna see everythin’.”

As you sit up to remove your sundress, Johnny draws back as you blink at him before nodding. You slipped your flats to the ground, nervously staring at Johnny as your sundress joined the pair of shoes. He had taken off his torn-up, black muscle shirt as you were doing this. The muscles you previously noticed were considerably more impressive up close. The scars, the little chest hair, and the flexed appearance of his arms. God, just looking at him made your pussy throb.

With such precision, he swiftly tossed his belt on the ground. Johnny’s boots were kicked off soon after, his jeans going down his legs and off his ankles. “God… jus’ look at ya’…” The man was in awe, his cock so strained that the boxers it held were pleading for release. He spread your legs open, looking down at you as he took in every inch of your body with his eyes. 

Johnny gives you another kiss, this time with his lips flowing against yours and his hands encircling you. He releases the clip from your bra, allowing it to fall as you adjust it to the side. The man was gentle, even attentive. His fingers stroked over you as if you were a work of art. A canvas that he was so tempted to ruin yet was too delicate to damage.

“Mmhn… I want you… Johnny…” Your words were said between kisses, the ones that got more rough with every passing moment.

Johnny pulls back, his pants evident while his lust for you grew immensely. “Yeah?” His voice is low, deep with pure emotion. 

You can feel his fingers rubbing against the slit in your pussy at that very instant. They have an unfamiliar, somewhat unusual feel about it that makes you flinch with curiosity. Before shutting, your eyes lock onto his, and as he rubs his thumb on your clit, you let out a gasp. Oh he knew what he was doing. This wasn’t his first rodeo. 

His eyes dart between you and your aching cunt as the pad of his thumb experimentally strokes your clit. You covered your face in embarrassment at the quiet grunts and tiny moans you let out. But Johnny appeared to enjoy it. How your confidence and shyness seem to win his favor equally. The unintentional bucking of your hips to increase your pleasure. 

“So wet fa’ me darlin’~,” Johnny purrs, his hand adjusting itself. “I could jus’…”

“Ahh~!”

With his words, Johnny’s finger enters your pussy. Your back begins to sag, and you whimper. The man does this while touching your breasts with his free hand and kissing them. You felt dizzy with excitement as he pinched your nipples and took them between his teeth. Your body burned at his touch and you wanted more. 

Your body tensed and jerked in response to the excitement that shot through your abdomen, his finger began curling in the most sensitive parts. Johnny was relentless, making sure that none of his actions left you even the tiniest bit untouched. That was until he slipped in another into your tight hole. This time it felt uncomfortable, and you expressed that feeling too.

“E-Eh… it hurts…” You whine softly, your hands gripping on Johnny’s biceps.

“I know baby,” He says, sending a kiss to your jaw. “Need ta’ stretch ya’ out fa’ me.”

You were speechless when you considered that Johnny was bigger than his fingers. Your hand, let alone your fingers, were much smaller than his. The discomfort you are experiencing right now undoubtedly pales in comparison to what you saw—er, see—in his boxers. He appeared to be on the larger side. Jesus…

Your face twitches as you notice him starting to up his pace. As his motions intensify, the buildup in your abdomen begins to expand and keeps growing. He was skilled with his hands, and within minutes you were on the verge of bursting. As your pussy throbs on his digits, the space between your walls gets smaller as he stares at you with half-lidded eyes. He hums as a result of your hold on his biceps, which also serves as a visual cue that you are close.

“J-John-ny… ah~ s-slow down…” You whine out, your words not phasing him in the slightest. The discomfort had faded to pleasure, your head hitting the window as your legs started to shake.

Curling his fingers he presses against your g-spot, making you squeal. He was merciless, fucking you with his fingers alone made you dizzy. “Thought about this all fucking day,” He growls, his voice cracking with lust. “Always on ma’ damn mind… fuck~, wanna make ya’ cum darlin’.”

“I… wanna cum.” 

Johnny looks at you with a grin, his head tilting. “Ya’ wanna cum fa’ me baby?”

He nods slightly in response to your head nod. The man had corrected himself, lowering his body and bringing his face to your pussy. You tighten up as a new feeling begins abruptly, your eyes widening. Johnny places his tongue on the swollen bud of your genitalia, the muscle twitching as he started lapping at it. While his fingers occupy the space within, he suctions and pleases you with his lips. The sensation of lowering your hands and grabbing Johnny's hair in your fingers was irresistible. 

“Mmhn~! Johnny… fuck! J-Johnny ple-ase!” 

Johnny had been humming along to your moans as they reverberated around the vehicle. Your stomach's coil finally burst, your eyes clamped shut, and your back arched in ecstasy. As he holds you down, Johnny pulls his fingers out of your cunt and grabs your hips with both of his hands. Your climax is coursing through your body as he continues to devour your pussy. His hair was being held in place by your hands so tightly that you worried you may rip it out. Your thighs were gripping the sides of his head as if you were going to break his skull.

“N-No! Waitwaitwait– Johnny!!”

As his mouth violently began sucking on your clit, you begged him to stop. The man, however, remained still, and you then experienced a new feeling. Your cunt gushes, Johnny groaning before quickly removing his face away from your sensitive core. Your grip on his dark hair, which had been locked in your fingers, loosened as you panted. His hands holding onto your hips relaxed while he chuckled. The man licked his lips and then ran his tongue against his teeth as he raised himself to his knees, which kept him on the seat's cushions. You stare at him in the hot atmosphere of a cool night. His chin down to his chest was slickly covered in your juices, he wore it like a medal as it glistened on his skin. A giggle escaped his thin lips as he raised his hand to wipe his face. “Did I just–”

“Squirt all over me? Yes, yes you did~.”

You blushed madly, setting a hand over your mouth and looking away from him. “I… didn’t know I could do that.”

Johnny grinned, “These hands work wonders darlin’.” He ran his hand over your pussy again before patting it, making you jolt at his soft motions.

“Eh– Ah! H-Hey! I’m still sensitive...” You whined.

“Oh I know,” Johnny said, pulling the hem of his boxers down. His cock emerged from that piece of clothing after it had fallen. Although the image had your mouth watering, you were uneasy about having that inside of you. “Bein’ sensitive is the bes’ part. Yer gonna be screamin’ ma’ name as I fuck ya’ senseless~.” You gasp when Johnny moves in between your legs, pulling them apart as he grips his twitching cock. He pumps it slowly, taking a moment to coat your juices on his hard length. Moments later, he lines himself up with your hole, running the loose strands of his now messy hair back.

“You don’t need me to do anything? I mean– I can… you know…” You tried to find the right words, but feeling the head of his cock press against you distracted your thoughts. “Nah, we’ll get ta’ that some otha’ time.” He says, leaning down to you. “I jus’ wanna be inside ya’~.”

His lips make contact with yours, and the sudden penetration makes you tense up immediately. You try to release, but the more he pushes the more pain surged through your lower body. When he pulls back from you, he stares into your eyes, a sudden wickedness appearing in his own. All of a sudden he bucks his hips forward, his mouth opening agape when his full length is inside of you. You whimper out in pain and pleasure. You felt so full that your walls could only squeeze around him, and so sensitive that a simple adjustment made you groan with pleasure. “A… warning would’ve been nice.” You glare at him, the man taking your body and pulling you back down to lay on the cushions. “Oops~.” He purrs, a small moan coming from his throat. Johnny takes your legs and wraps them around his waist again. “Want me ta’ go slow?”

“So considerate,” You say, watching as the man comes down to you. 

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” 

The man pulls his hips back before slamming back into you, your eyes widening at the feeling. A shocked gasp wakens the night, and Johnny continues to fuck you like the man he is. Hard, deep, thrusts that send your toes curling, and your hands to dig into his back that you held onto for dear life. The jolts of pure pleasure send you into a state of ecstasy, your mouth sending out nothing but pure, uncontrollable moans. 

“God baby— fuck~! Yer clampin’ on me— shit— uh~.” Johnny moans at you, his eyes watching every single detail of how your body craves him. “All mine… all fuckin’ mine— god!”

His head dips to your neck, placing firm kisses as his hand grip the sides of your ass. He lifts you up slightly, his cock beginning to drill into your tight pussy. 

“AHH~!! Ohmygodohmygod~!!” Your voice sounded so beautiful, getting louder every moment he bucked his hips into you. 

Johnny mutters under his breath, stopping and pulling his cock out from you. “Turn around baby,” He motions, watching as you quickly get on your hands and knees. You wiggle your ass, making him tap one of the cheeks teasingly. “Fuckin’ tease.” 

“Your the one who stopped when it was getting good.” You roll your eyes.

He scoffed, slapping your ass in which made you jump. “Ass up ya’ little shit.”

You smile, arching your back as he positions himself against you once more. While Johnny stuffs his cock back inside of you, you chuckle as you feel both of his hands on your ass. Oh, if he wasn't ramming into you before, he sure was doing it now. This position made things a lot easier for him to access. In the deepest places, most sensitive areas, as soon as he hit that sweet spot that’s all he ever did. 

“Tryna get away~?” He grips your hips as you try to pull yourself away, pulling you back on his cock. You squeal, your head shoving itself down in the cushion of the seat while your legs shake tremendously. “Ahhh~ fuck yer tightenin’.”

“Feels s’ good— ah— fuckfuck mmhn~!” 

“Say it again,” Johnny bends down slightly to take your neck into his hand. “Fuckin’ say it again!”

Tears brim in your eyes as his thrusts make your stomach clench, your eyes practically rolling back into your skull. “It feels good!! AHH~!! You feel so good Johnny!!”

“That’s right love, take it~ Take it~!”

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train as your body trembles. As Johnny continues to abuse your g-spot, you scream, your delightful climax intensifying to the point where tears are streaming down your face. As the man squeezed your neck, the shortage of oxygen caused you to start seeing stars as you gushed once more on him. Your voice breaks when he lets go of you, and your head is fuzzy as he fucks you for the remainder of your climax. 

His low murmurs and grunts escalate to become louder growls and moans. He gave you a hard slap on the ass and grasped it tightly. Both cheeks took turns getting reddened handprints. The man's thrusts were more eager, and he was grinning broadly. 

“I fuckin’ needed this— uh~ fuck I needed you~ Doin— mhm~ this ta’ me~…” Johnny threw his head back, taking in his own pleasure. The man was close to cumming, his thrusts starting to become sloppier than they were before. “I’m so close… Y/n, say my name.”

“Johnny…“ Your brain was mush, barely being able to comprehend what you had heard.

He slaps your ass, hard, making you yelp in surprise. “Louder~.”

“Johnny!” You moan louder.

Another firm slap, making you whimper out. “Scream my fuckin’ name~!” He positions himself, his cock pulling out to the tip before thrusting back in. 

“AH~! Johnny— FUCK~!” You scream out, the continuous jerk of his hips driving you wild. “Johnnyjohnnyjohnny— ohh my— MMHN~! JOHNNYYY~!!!”

“That’s… fuckin’… ohh~ fuck~  ha— ah ahhhh~.” 

Johnny stops moving and embraces your cunt with his pulsing cock. His hot cum shoots ribbons into your pussy, coating the walls of your womb with his thick sperm. His pants were just as heavy as yours, and the air in the car smelled strongly of sex. Your head turns to look back at him only to realize he had leaned down, his hand rubbing the small of your back as he huffed. Both of you stayed silent for a while, admiring each other, which was a little different for Johnny.

“You okay?” He asks breaking the airs silence, making you smile again.

“Yeah… just really hot.”

Johnny grinned and drew his cock away from you. Both of you sigh as the feeling suddenly slips away. He settles down and observes while you prepare to follow suit. When he notices you struggling, he smiles before grabbing your arm and bringing you near to him. “C’mere.” 

You move over to him, the side of your body pressing against his. Your entire body relaxes in his arm as your head lays against him, his body radiating a warm but comforting heat. Being around him made you feel safe… oddly enough. Though god, did your lower body throb like a mother fucker.

“Still gonna go with pretty boy on Friday?” His question lingered in the air for a few seconds before you turned your head to look at him. 

“I already canceled that,” You say, shrugging your shoulders. “I have plans.”

“So you do hm?” He says with a smirk. “And what are your plans?”

Johnny understood what you meant after only seeing you grin. He gave you one back, truly pleased with your choice. His expression caused your heart to melt. He knew he had you, he claimed you as his before you even knew it. Can he… really say that this is love? Is this how it actually felt? Like the others, you were drawn in, but there was something special about it. You were the one person he really desired and cared about. The mark of his prey had been on you, his print now painted red on your body. His little red stained sunflower. 

His, and his only.

@optimsluv @chernayawidow @yixxes @marriedtoeddie @iorbit @yoong1c0re @thedollmakerkai

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[vvmylove]

may I request a smut with gun? I love your works!!

Aint no way the Gun smut fans have made their way into my inbox. Show yourself anon🔫(jk) Thank you for reading though!

Hello Kitty Pants🩷 (MDNI!)

“Gun~” Y/N says with a chuckle as she holds up a bright pink fabric in her hands. “Try these on,” she giggles, throwing them at her boyfriend. They were mens Hello Kitty pants, made with the softest fabric ever. Y/N knew that as soon as she saw them, she had to get them. 

Gun shakes his head. “There is no way I'm wearing those,” he says casually. 

After an hour of annoying Gun, he finally complies. Gun, wearing those Hello Kitty pants he was forced into, standing there bewildered and in annoyance. The bright pink contrasted with his usual dark aura. What a sight. He crosses his arms. “Are you done now?” he rolls his eyes. Secretly though, he liked it. He liked feeling the soft material in his hands, grazing his skin.

“Are you sure you dont wanna wear this for me, baby?” Y/N whispers into his ears. Gun’s face slightly turned pink, a familiar feeling growing in his stomach. She knew her plan had worked. She looks down, obviously staring at the tent forming in his pants. She grabs onto the waistband, before grazing her fingers down his side. The Hello Kitty pants were silky against her skin, the texture of the fabric adding onto the sensual feeling.

“If that is how these pants make you feel, I should wear it more often,” Gun smirks. 

Y/N did not waste any more time as she strips herself from her clothes, forcing Gun to sit on the bed. She straddles his thighs with her own as she sits on him, grinding against his clothed core, parting her lips to let out a slight moan. Gun places his hands on her waist, stopping her. “Is that all youre gonna do?” Gun leans in to whisper into her ears, sending a shiver down her spine. He starts to place sloppy kisses down her jaw onto her neck, before flipping their positions. Gun lays her onto the bed, pressing his body onto hers while he slides off the rest of his clothes. 

The next thing you know you were grinding onto his cock, begging him for more. Gun was a tease as he knew that. He placed his head in the crook of your neck, trying to muffle his own moans so that he could hear your own moans. Y/N grabs onto his shoulders for support as Gun starts to pound into her. Her own walls started to convulse from how deep he was going. A familiar knot formed in her stomach, and it only took a few more thrusts for her to cum all over him. Gun lifts himself up to nibble on her lower lip as he grabs onto her ass, massaging it. He still wasn't done, keeping up with the same rhythm he had going on beforehand. Y/N started to cry from the overstimulation she was receiving, clawing at his arms. That didn't stop him though. "I thought you could take more," he groans into her ear. He quickens his pace and it only takes a few more thrusts for him to come into her. Y/N's mind was blank and fuzzy at this point, incoherent babbles coming out of her mouth from the overstimulation. He immediately pulls out, rolling over to the side to lay on his back. Gun wraps his arms around her, pulling her into his embrace. Y/N burys her head into his chest, closing her eyes.

#i need me a gun with pink pants #i hate him but hes so hot #hes so😩 #lookism #lookism thoughts #lookism fanfic #lookism x reader #gun #lookism gun #gun park #gun smut #lookism smut

[poeticandvaguelysweet]

PSA

most of you are new here, some are returned, some have been here since the dawn of time and haven’t let up. But, I’m just going to make a post because I’m funny about some things and I feel the need to express it just so we’re all on the same page. 

please do not send me the same prompts you have/are sending to someone else. 

I have an ungodly amount of prompts and I feel so honoured that you’re all excited to hear my interpretations on things/make your daydreams come true for this OTP. I can’t possibly keep up with all of these prompts (I will get there eventually and by no means am I saying don’t send me any because I love hearing your ideas and I do want to write them all) there’s just A LOT and I am very busy at the moment. 

With every prompt you send me I am adding them to a physical list but also a mental. I am thinking about ALL OF YOUR PROMPTS all of the time. So, it’s a little disheartening when I see someone else post a response to the EXACT prompt I had in my head. 

I’m all for getting different interpretations on things but I think it’s too early in the game to be doing that. There’s so much ground that hasn’t been covered yet. 

But, it also feels like impatience. Like, you’ve gone ‘hm, maybe A won’t get it done quickly so I will send it to B as well, maybe even C and see what my chances are like’ and that’s kind of shitty because you feel less special that someone picked you to fulfil their imagination but also someone else because you might not get to it in time.

No particular incident has caused this post but it’s happened quite a bit already. If I see the exact same prompt answered by someone else, I will take it off my list. It’s not fair to the other author (whether they mind or not, because I mind) if I’m out there posting a similar story. I have plenty of other prompts out there waiting specifically for me to write and I rather put my time and effort into those. 

#clawen #jurassic world #you'll learn that I am really picky about WEIRD THINGS #there's just so many things happening in my head #for this fandom and otherwise and I am struggling to keep on top of it #i aint closing my inbox though #never have in three years not gonna start now #it's just happened a few times and the other person has written pretty much the exact same thing i planned and was excited to do #which isn't their fault #we can't know that you're copy and pasting into inboxes #obvi i like feeling special you'll learn to live by it #i've worked hard enough for it #hahaha

[sailorhyunjinz]

SAW THAT DRUNK FLUFFY HEADCANNON. NOW DO A ANGST SMUT VERSION OF IT OR WHATEVER SIS. LEZ GET ETTTT SKRRTSKRTTTTT

Please. 🥺

LEZ GET IIIIIIIIIIT SKRTSKRT (I CANT)

some of these are both smut/angst and others only smut or only angst OK? ok

SMUT AND ANGST VERSION WOOP now we’re talking bby

warning; SMUT/ANGST. gn!reader x skz. subxdom, use of alcohol, sex under influence, minor injuries, penetrative sex, degradation, punishment, nicknames, choking, mentions of blood, slight dacryphilia, mentions of tobacco

Bangchan

he’s more pouty but seeing you with scraped knees makes him mad

mad because he cares so much about you 

“y/n you’re being stupid”

you fall into his arms, just as mad back at it

“if im so stupid then leave” 

he looks at you, dumbfounded but then mad

“fine, then i’ll leave” he says, clearly hurt by your words but holding tightly to his pride, storming off.

as the door closes you panic, feeling lonely and paranoid at the same time

you never really being good with alcohol anyways

so him leaving you in this vulnerable state made you feel,,, bad :((

you run after him and eventually catch up 

right as you get to him you stumble, scraping your knee and your hand

he turned around quickly, filled with worry but also pure rage

“you’re so stupid y/n” he says leaning down and looking you into your glossy eyes

“h-help me channie” you say, your voice frail

he sighes, picking you up and the two of you going back home

Minho

be scared be real fucking scared

you aint walking for a week nuh uh

fucks you DEEP 

deeper than ever

boy is mad as fuck, he just lashes out on you for being so stupid as to walk home alone in the middle of the night. 

he complains and scolds you whilst he’s railing you oop

“fucking stupid, walking like that all alone”

you are practically crying underneath him, not sure if it’s from him scolding you or from how DEEP this man goes 

pounding some sense into you LMAO

lots of choking OOF

denying your orgasm until you’re crying

“yeah thats right, cry for me” (lmao cue twice)

NAH BUT A SWEETHEART AFTERWARDS I PROMISE 

Changbin

“what if you get injured y/n?” he says, holding your hand on your way home

“i didn’t!” you say confidently 

“then whats that?” he says, pointing at your bleeding knees

“n-nothing” you say, limping forward

“should listen to me more” he says quickly, puffing his cheeks in frustration

“i do listen, just,,, just let me have f-fun!” your head spinning. 

“but thats not having fun y/n, thats called being stupid and destroying your health” he spits on the ground

“alright then let me, not like it’s affecting you in any way” you slur out, changbin looking at you through hooded eyes as he exhales loudly

“maybe if you’d stop being drunk all the time you’d actually see how it is effecting me” he says, letting go of your hand causing you to stumble over your own legs

you hit the cold concrete in the dark as he walks home

“come back when you’ve thought about your actions”

Hyunjin

he paces back and forward in the hallway, waiting for you

the door creaks open and you, looking like a mess, appear infront of him

“where were you? i was worried sick y/n! you cant just do-”

“shush,,, i want a,, a hug” you stammer out, getting closer to him and smelling of cigarettes and alcohol

he pushes you away, glaring at you through dark eyes

“do you even care about me?” 

you tilt your head, feeling more unstable for every second that goes by. 

“of course hyunnie!” you smile lazily at him 

but he’s not buying any of it

i feel like he holds grudges for a long time??? idk just me??

“i’ll sleep on the couch, dont come close to me”

bruh his voice and tone is so cold, it send shivers down your spine

you nod, tears bubbling up in the corners of your eyes. 

Jisung

“im not helping you!” jisung says, you rubbing your thighs together, always feeling needy when drunk

“pl-please sungie, i-i wont drink ever again i-if you help,,, me”

he cocks his eyebrow at you, licking the inside of his cheek

“mhm.. you think im stupid enough to fall for that? what do you really think of me babygirl/babyboy”

you scratch the back of your head, not knowing what to answer

“y-you fell for it last time~”

he scoffs, pissed at the fact that you came stumbling through the door in the middle of the night

him waiting for you and being filled sick with worry

he leans closer to your ear, feeling the smell of liquor 

“why should i help you? sluts like you dont deserve me”

you whine at his words, not helping with your neediness

“please,, jisung i,, just help me!” you were started to get pouty to which he chuckles

“beg nicely”

Felix

“where were you”

his voice is like LOW low

he sits with his legs spread apart

bruh his gaze?!??”! its like black, just blank

you try to ignore him, shuffling around awkwardly but only stumbling from being drunk

“sit” he pats his lap you gulp, having no other choice but to listen

you sit down on his lap

your eyes are running all over the room, looking everywhere but at felix

“was my slut out drinking?” 

BRUH YOU JUST STARE AT HIM

he only says that when he’s mad, ONLY

so now you’re scared but you nod, barely having your eyes open

he hums, his voice vibrating through your ears

“you agree, you’re a slut?”

you nod again and before you know it theres a hand wrapped around your throat, pushing on the sides and making you feel even more lightheaded. 

his mouth gets close to your ear

his warm breath desending down your cheek

“dont make me do this kitten”

Seungmin

frustrated 

he gets a call from one of your friends that tell you that you’re passed out on the street

he picks you up, you barely standing on your own two legs and the entire way home he didnt say a word

as soon as the door to your home closes he starts yelling at you

“dont you have any thoughts in that dumb head of yours?”

you start tearing up from his loud and stern voice, leaning against a wall. 

“i-im sorry minnie” 

that being the only sentence he understood, the rest sounding more like blabbering

“are you really sorry y/n, are you??!”

“y-yes,,, just tired~”

without saying anything more he grabs his jacket and leaves

slamming the door behind him

at first you dont understand but then the silence takes over, leaving you wrapped with a lonely blanket as tranquility

“m-minnie?” you call out as if he was still there but being met by nothing but pure silence

you slide down against the wall, crying as seungmin peeks through the door, feeling bad for making you cry 

Jeongin

“enough”

he grabs the bottle from your hand, placing it beside him as the two of you were drinking at home. 

“but whyyy?~ we were just getting started innie~”

he looks at you with a puzzled expression

your cheeks flaming hot and your eyes drooping down

“cant you just stop y/n?”

you meet his brown eyes, not understanding what he meant

“hm? whatchu mean~?

he sighs loudly, seeing you roll around on the floor

“why can’t you just control yourself? why do i always have to take care of you?”

you laugh, your thoughts gone with the wind

“thats funny innie!”

poor boy gets frustrated and lays down, hovering above you

“is it funny if i do this?”

he kisses you, slowly trailing his fingertips downwards

OK I HAVE ONE REQUEST LEFT IN MY INBOX SO GOTTA DO THAT!! and after that im gonna start posting/working more on fics even though... i feel shit about writing fics because they never turn out that good huh.... AH WELL at least im trying T-T 

hard/soft thoughts are always welcome ><

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[wiihtigo]

Ask meme for ichimatsu… sorry I luv your thoughts on all those brothers

shoutout to the other person who asked for ichi and only sent it as "mx ichimatsu" into my inbox

send me a character and i’ll list:

favorite thing about them

hes the same kind of autistic i am. so in this case its mostly a relatability thing..(guy who always gets ichimatsu when he takes which matsu are you quizzes online). umm literally everything i like about ichi is linked directly to his ASD. sory. not my fault. i guess i like how he came across at this scary serial killer darkmatsu murder kill guy but as the show goes on he becomes more and more just some guy with really bad anxiety. forever love the ichimatsu incident for emphasizing this (first look into ichimatsus inner monologue and its just constant screaming)

least favorite thing about them

his self deprecation makes me cringe now sometimes. it reminds me of a dark time when i was a very hard to deal with 13 year old. cmon ichimatsu lets practice saying nice things about yourself

favorite line

his exchange with jyushimatsu in the starbucks episode when theyre like pretending to be cowboys in the big city for the first time or sth and theyre like "i aint never had a western confectionary like this" "theyre not called confectionaries niisan theyre called sweets nowadays!" and with the most blank expression he goes "S-s-s-sweets!" it always makes me laugh

brOTP

this made me realize how i used suuji parka and iro for my kara oso and jyushi answers. UMMMM. NOT MY FAULT I THINK ICHI DYNAMICS ARE FUN. ok well aside from them i really like nenchuu bcuz i know perfectly what its like to be left alone with a sibling you dont really talk much with (anymore?) and to be like damn. this is even worse bcuz we're brothers. why dont we have shit in common. SOMEONE HEEELP. i think choro always have funny dynamics with anyone but him and ichi is just a specific brand of awkwardness. its so funny theyre the two brothers with social anxiety. also ichi making him a horrible demonic plush cat for his going away gift was so funny i cried

OTP

no one really he literally barely interacts with anyone outside of his brothers LOL i think he watches a whisker away and feels wistful though

nOTP

idc but i think ppl who pair each matsu up with an assigned woman and give ichi kinko bcuz her bra landed on his face that one time are so funny. really scraping the bottom of the barrel

random headcanon

mickey posted this earlier on his blogge but i think hes closeted gay jus cuz he doesnt want karamatsu to be supportive about it because he knows he would. also feels slightly jealous karamatsu is so open about his lgbt swag (regardless of if or if not karamatsu is actually out yet) when he feels kind of embarrassed about it (wearing his cringe fashion that he secretly thinks is cool, being so confident in himself even though hes in the same boat as the rest of them, yells at him when hes openly affectionate LAMEEE CRINGE STUPID ) you see the ichimatsu incident could all be about ichimatsu being closeted if you close your eyes and let me hit you over the head with a bat and give you a concussion

unpopular opinion

i dont know. a lot of people think ichimatsu is a sexy sadism masochism dom whips you come here.gif sex god and

well thats all i have to say about that.

song i associate with them

all apologies - nirvana

favorite picture of them

wrestling jyushimatsu

#asks

[skelemira]

i loved your gaster headcanons so much, istg there aint enough gaster x reader on tumblr

could you do some fluffy headcanons with him?

Gosh anon ain't that a mOOD but awww thank you so much that's so sweet!!!!!

And ofc I can!

Gaster x Reader hcs:

*You both prefer homemade meals, and you both kind of dabble in cooking (though Gaster is phenomenal at baking, it's a science afterall!) but sometimes you are both just too pooped and order takeout. When you have homemade meals you tend to either eat at the dining table or even the kitchen bar, rambling to each other about the fascinating thing you learned that day or even just how your days went. If you got takeout, though, usually that means both of you are just too drained and so you put on some TV and eat in the living room. You have made it a rule to NEVER work while you eat, as both a way to force both of you to take a break, and a way to avoid messes lol.

*Gaster is SUCH a gossip man like Such a Gossip. If anyone is screwing up their job at the lab he is telling you ALL about it. He absorbs everything like a sponge, even the menial things like "did you hear Deborah chose charcoal as the paint color for her living room? Completely drab, it's going to make her living room look so unnecessarily gloomy." He doesn't put much thought into it, and he doesn't do it with malicious intent, but rather he just absorbs information and feels the need to pass it on.

*Mans can do some mean ballroom dancing but anything like freestyle or where you kinda make it up as you go? Nope. He learns the techniques and choreography and uses it like a formula. Sometimes he can make up dances on the fly but it's stringing them together and knowing what looks good where he has issues. Grace wise, I mean he be goopy and goop is pretty fluid so he's got some grace, but if he decides to like fully form his legs mans is gonna stomp around like a drunk Frankenstein. He can glide, but footwork???? Footwork is so hard when you're used to being goop.

*Continuing that thought^^^ he loves to do a simple swaying slow dance with you during date nights or whenever he's feeling romantic, because it's simple but sweet and he gets to hold you close the whole time.

*Speaking of romantic he's very 50/50 on being romantic bc half the time he's the most romantic person you will ever see, super affectionate and super thoughtful and considerate and always giving you little gifts or doing things for you, and the other half of the time he's too caught up in his work to even focus on his own needs, let alone yours. But it's okay, you get that way too sometimes, and neither of you take it personally. Not when you've both experienced that extreme, almost obsessive, state of focusing on your work. And since you never seem to be in that state at the same time as Gaster, and vice versa, you both help each other out in making sure everyone's needs are taken care of.

*Continuing THAT thought (I'm really on a roll huh XDDD) you both are very balanced in your relationship. When one is overly romantic, the other isn't even taking care of their own needs, like I said above, and when one is kind of drained, the other has energy to spare in helping the one recover, etc etc.

*He doesn't deal super well with injuries. Though he can distance himself with most things and look at it through an unbiased lens, he... Is rather protective. He had absolutely nothing for so long in the void that once he has something to love and care for, he takes care of it with a zeal like no other. It can get a bit overwhelming at some times but other times it's rather comforting.

Aight I think that's it for now but feel free to keep requesting!!! With this my inbox is now empty so ask away friends!! I will warn you I'm getting a bit burnt out on writing, so if you ask for that (which you are still welcome to) it might take a bit longer to answer than headcanons or other types of questions, but like I said still feel free to request!

#undertale #undertale headcanons #gaster #gaster undertale #gaster headcanons

[sadman-morgan]

rainy night muse: the morning after

Part one can be read here!

pairing: arthur morgan x neutral!reader

summary: A tired Arthur wakes you up for an early morning errand  

word count: 1.6k

warnings: none, other than extreme fluff with one cowboy.

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You had slept alongside each other for a few hours before a familiar rasp filled your ears, causing your eyes to flutter open.

“Darlin….Darlin...wake up.” Arthur whispered as he carefully nudged you awake. 

“Huh? I-I’m up, Is something wrong, love?” you mumbled as you tried to wipe the exhaustion from your eyes. 

“No, nothin’ at all...we gotta do somethin’ while it’s still early...follow me,” Arthur said. 

“We gotta do something? It’s still dark out.” you questioned, “What time is it?” 

Arthur picked up a small pocket watch from your bedside. “Three thirty. We gotta move, c’mon,” He said quietly. 

You shook your head in disagreement, “This better be good, Morgan,” you snapped.

Arthur chuckled. “Don’t get so short with me, it’ll be good, promise.” 

You both walked to your horse and saddled up quietly to not disturb the sleeping camp members.

As your horse trotted away, you rested your hands on Arthur’s waist to avoid falling off. He flinched in surprise of your warm touch. 

Riding this early in the morning was always serene. The air was chilly, surrounding grass still drenched from last evening’s pouring rain. Noises of critters and the occasional passing rider were music to you and Arthur’s ears. 

After an hour of riding, your horse came to a halt.

Arthur hopped off the horse first, then reached out his hand in assistance. 

“Close yer eyes.” he said. 

As your eyes began to close, Arthur held your hand with strength that you had never felt from him before. 

With your eyes still closed and your hand held tightly, Arthur led you to a nearby tree. 

“You can open ‘em now.” he said. 

Your eyes opened to warm orange and yellow tones of the rising sun, bouncing off against the calm waters of the Calumet ravine. Beautiful trees stood high in the sky. 

“Oh my god.” you silently mouthed as your eyes began to widen in astonishment. You looked over at Arthur, who was quietly watching the sunrise. 

He repeatedly glided his thumb over the corner of his mouth before glancing at you, only to quickly stare at something else in embarrassment when you looked back at him.

“It’s...It’s pretty, ain’t it? He said. 

You looked at him, then back out at the rising sun.

“It’s so gorgeous, Arthur,” you said. 

Standing no more than six inches apart, you slowly brushed your fingers across his calloused hand, to which he flinched. 

“Are you okay? Did I do somethin wrong?” 

“I’m...real sorry, ain’t been touched like that in a long while. Y’didn’t do nothin wrong. I’m sorry-” he stuttered. 

You pulled your hand away, letting it rest at your side. 

A cold, awkward silence filled the early morning air.

“Can I...can I hold your hand?” he asked. 

“You don’t really gotta ask me.”

“Didn’t wanna do nothin outta line,” he said. 

You smiled softly and nodded,  “yes. You may hold my hand” 

When he was given the green light, your fingers lovingly interlocked. You both stood in silence for a moment to admire the sunrise. Once your fingers unlocked, he cautiously swung his arm around you, pulling you in close to his side.

“I wish this moment could last forever. It’s so gorgeous here,” You murmured.

“Me too, y/n,” he said. 

Once you separated from his side, there was another calming silence. 

“Hold on a moment,” Arthur said as he dug through his satchel, in search of his journal. 

“Do...Do you like ‘em?” He asked.

“Hmm? What are you talk-” 

“My...my drawings, do you like them? Always knew you peeked at ‘em, never bothered me too much.” he said.

“Aw, shit. Not as sly as I thought I was, huh?” you laughed.

“Unfortunately not, darlin.” he laughed in reply.

“I’m flattered you like them, never been comfortable with anyone else seeing them.”

“That’s real kind of you to say, Morgan,” you said.

“y/n...can...can I draw you?” he questioned.

“Right now?” you replied. 

He nodded. “Sorry if It’s too early, just think you look stunnin...” his voice trailed off.

“...Just want something to remind me of how happy you make me feel,”

“Sure. I don’t see any harm,” you said with a shy smile.

“Alright...stand over there and look pretty. Though for you, that won’t be any trouble,” he said while pointing off close to the ledge.

When you stood as directed and struck a pose, Arthur began to draw. He lovingly glanced at you, and back in his journal. He almost looked childlike with the excitement in his eyes. This was the first time he ever formally asked if he could draw you. He wanted to make sure it was special. 

You stood for a couple of minutes as he continued to scribble to his heart’s content. 

“You’re free to move around, I’ve just finished..” he said. 

You walked towards him as he placed his journal in your hands, waiting for your approval. 

Your fingers grazed across the page. 

“This is...so gorgeous, thank you,” you said with a smile. 

“I have something else, cmere” he said.

Arthur walked to a nearby tree and sat down. You followed and sat down next to him. 

Arthur pulled out his satchel and dug inside, pulling out a few cans, and other items. 

“Sorry I don’t have too much,” he sighed. 

“Don’t worry, it’s alright. No problem for me,” you said. 

You both shared and quietly ate the few items from his satchel, your hunger failing to subside. 

You laid back against the tree, raising your hand to cover a yawn. 

“I’ve been thinking. About last night, I’m real sorry about possibly being aggravating. I just could not get to sleep.” you said. 

“I remember you talking to me, but I don’t remember too much after that, must’ve finally nodded off.” 

Arthur shook his head and smiled. “Didn’t do me no harm.”

Arthur had remembered everything.

Arthur remembered your restlessness, your soft whimpers as you tossed and turned, desperately trying to get comfortable with him. He fought against gravity pulling down on his eyelids for hours. He refused to fall asleep until you did. Listening to you crying in pain broke his heart. As his eyelids started to close, you kicked deep into his side, causing him to groan. 

He wanted you to get some sleep, and felt guilty that you were up so late. Before his eyes finally closed, he gently rolled you onto your stomach. 

“I’m gonna take real good care of ya~” he mumbled.

When you nodded in acceptance, Arthur pressed his hands to your back, gently rubbing in small, soothing circles. Tingles rushed down your spine as his hand rose to idly play with your hair. 

His attention returned to your back and shoulders, slowly pressing against your sore muscles to signal the incoming additional pressure. 

You quietly groaned as he began to work out your knotted muscles. After a few minutes, he slowed down to admire you. His hard, loving efforts were beginning to show results. Your breathing slowed from underneath him as you began to relax. He continued for a moment before you finally fell back asleep.

He snapped out of his train of thought regarding the night before and glanced over at you beginning to shiver, arms crossed to retain any body heat that may remain. 

‘It’s getting a lil chilly..aint it?” You spoke through your chattering teeth.

Arthur nodded his head and brushed his shoulder, “A little.”

You continued to shiver. Arthur raised his hand, covering his mouth as he let out a yawn. Arthur sat still for a second before removing his arms from his leather jacket, tossing it over to the side. 

“Arthur? What are you-”

“C’mere, don’t want chu freezing out here,” he mumbled. 

You scooched in between his legs, nuzzling your head deep against his chest. 

Arthur wrapped an arm around you. While holding you tightly, he used his free hand to drape his jacket over you both. 

“Jacket won’t keep ya the warmest in the world, but my love fer you sure will,” he mumbled into your ear. 

You felt both your face and heart begin to overheat with love. Your heart could pop out of your chest if Arthur continued to spoil you like this. 

You pushed an ear against his chest and listened to the rhythmic pounding of his golden heart.

Arthur raised a hand from underneath the jacket, repeatedly gliding it through your hair with great care.

“You’re so gorgeous...don’t think I tell you that enough,” he said.

You wanted to cry into his chest. What could you have possibly done to deserve this pure soul, Arthur Morgan, in your life? You had never felt this loved, this appreciated, this safe from anyone before. 

You slowly rose from his chest and turned to face him, moving closer into his lap.

Now straddling him, you gazed straight into his vulnerable, tired eyes. 

He inhaled as you looked each other deep in the eyes. 

You raised a hand and gently traced his jawline with your finger tips, his stubble scratching against your skin. 

Pausing at his chin, you gently dragged your thumb across his bottom lip as his eyes followed your every movement. 

You continued to trace his jawline. As you reached the other end of his face, your hand slowly trailed across his face, admiring his stubble. 

You placed your free hand down at his side and leaned in, pestering him again with eye contact. 

“Can I kiss you?” you asked.

Arthur nodded and pulled you closer towards him, lips beginning to lovingly lock together.

You kissed deeply for a moment before your lips wandered to give his jawline and neck the same affection. 

You finally pulled away and gazed back up at him. 

He chuckled and shook his head, “y’dont really gotta ask me,”

You leaned in to give him a final quick smooch on the lips.

“A handsome man always asks me before he shows me affection, just returning the favor.” 

“Didn’t wanna do nothin outta line,” you said.

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Final Fantasy AU (any game works!)

In my inbox, send an AU you think would work for my muse. || accepting 

/ / FF you say…*cracks fingers* let’s see. i’ll keep them to the games i played or know the gust and i can think of something for krumb. boy, oh boy. this gonna be long aint it?

Yall ofc i would start with FF type 0, frick off. look at machina. be amazed of machina kunagiri. can you tell the difference who is who? i do.

ANYWAY! chrom in reishiki. i was thinking to have him in a different nation than suzaku but i doubt it will work so suzaku it is. Chrom is an army captain which directly helps l’Cie B Zhuyu. During the war, he lost his big sister Emmeryn who is in close-knit with Akademeia’s Consortium of Eight. Because of their high status, Emmeryn was able to take on a counselour job after she graduated from the academy to be in help to Khalia, the headmaster but she was assassinated for her pacific ways of thinking. The records were despot of (similar to suzaku Four heavenly kings.) In the process, Chrom and Lissa forget about Emmeryn thanks to our beloved and revered Crystal sama. Though Chrom tries to figure out what and how she died, he always comes to dead end and the ‘she died to protect Khalia’ which at first sounded great and plausible reason but then he noticed subtle changes in some of the higher up treatment. chrom is always on missions, never a free moment to conduct proper research on the matter and lissa is given a lot of missions as well, as a cadet she is forced to join these. Lissa could be in class four(healing) or class five? (offense and defense).

uuhhh. i want. chrom. to be….izana’s best friend…just for the lolz nyahaha!!! watch these two brag about their lil sibs.

izana: my little brother is stronger than me. he is amazing; i am proud of him.

chrom: well, lissa’s magic is one of a kind. she does an amazing job keeping everyone alive. i am proud of her.

i love. izana onagiri and chrom. sobs. big bros….my brain now wants machina and lissa ship because their brothers are A+ jerks. 

what else. i love also if chrom and kurasame are on some…good terms. kurasame was emmeryn’s year mate. he was in 1st class and she was in 3rd class. they joined missions together and was always skeptical of her fighting style which was making sure her enemy dies in one hit or she will put them to sleep so they can be taken as war prisoner than being dead. so yeah, kurasame comment on chrom perhaps being the polar opposite of her, not that he too remembers but vaguely recalls a girl preaching about pacific solutions. PLEASE LET THESE TWO GET INA FIGHT OHHH COOL.!!!! reaper vs dork. who wins? stay tuned? actually, tonberry wins.

ok this got out of hand whoho. but yeah he survives (wow?) and returns back to suzaku with lissa and work together with Orience king, Machina to return the peace. chrom wants to be in aid to machina since they are so similar.

i want chrom on a chocobo when ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?  ? ? ? ? ? 

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aight. crisis core because you cant stop me i am going!!!!

you fricks he is going to SOLDIER! rich boy wanna be SOLDIER because power = he can protect his family. parents died and left them all alone. emmeryn did her best to raise chrom and lissa. hmm maybe their father was investing in shinra but died for a reason or another and mommy again died after giving birth to lissa. so they are living in midgar. uh what else. oh right he got the blue eyes already but now they are like galaxy like cool! thanks mako infused energy eyes chef kiss. he starts as a trainee then grow up in ranks because he is strong and…listens to uh..orders. ahem. you know what listen to orders is. oh oh oh! PLEASSe????? TURK GAIUS????????????? PLEASE????????????? i am gonna say he and turk gaius wreck shit. bye. lol chrom wreck shit and gaius has to fix after him because this is their job after all. idk going by 19 years old krumb means he got to 1st class before zack???? or he is on a long mission and still 2nd class and by the time he comes back, zack goes missing and he is promoted to 1st? ..oh well. does not matter. i like him as 1st because he get to be with trainees yeyeyey he gonna tell them to challenge their fate!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (sorry angeal, protect your honor is kicked out for this new slogan lmao)

but yeah. SOLDIER. turk gaius mwah. emm dies because she wants everyone to have access to the mako energy. chrom does not know it was shinra turks who took her off. lissa still in highschool ish? yeah. ugh…SOLDIER chrom when. hey cloud in SSB give him your outfit now.

not sure if in FF7 he will join avalanche or remain SOLDIER..hm.

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lmao in FF8? he is there to headbutt with squall 24/7. that’s it. let’s.be.friends.frick. you think im gonna add more? nah. that’s it. he is there to make sure squall knows he got friends. jerk face.

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FFXII …it’s been a long time i dont remember much but surely he will focus on these Hunt missions and eliminate the Marks lol. anything to be useful (HELPFUL!!!!) he could be a knight but … nah. free man is nice. part of a pirate ship??? the shepherds edition? yes/yes?

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uuh. yeah…like. anything can happen right? 

#⚔anonymous.⚔ (unknown sender) #⚔ooc.⚔ (faty speaks) #//you can see some bias huh . . .welp. #//not sorry. #//thaks for the ask!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #//sobs...z a c k ;a; #//dont talk to me about dead big bros #//i weep for izana every day. #(thanks tumblr for taking the i mage later )

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I know your requests are closed and this isn't one I promise, however I do have a question: Are you working on the Jungkook FF series "Periapt"? Cuz honey that story deserves so much love and I really hope you can continue writing it. I've never been into Demon!au's but this one I fell for like you have no idea. I love your writing so keep up with the amazing work!! 💘💘💘

Anonymous said: im sorry but i gotta hit u with love today because periapt is SO GOOD and ure an amazing writer wow i love u 

friceaurelia07 said: hi so i just re read your incubus jk au and?? im in love w it??? its incredibly well written and the fact that you added jimin into it just blew my mind. and if i was wondering if you don’t mind that is, could you tag me when the next parts come out? 

Anonymous said: Hiii~ Just wanted to tell you I love your writing in general and ik that’s so annoying but do you know when periapt is gonna continue? Have a nice dayyyyy and a happy new year

Anonymous said: Please write more periapt!! Also warmth was literally so sweet like omg

hello! first of all thank u so much for reading periapt, I’m so glad you enjoy it enough to want more! to be honest, I don’t really know when I’m going to work on it again but it likely won’t be a for a fair while! I still need to expand the plot much more and figure out how long it will be and where I am going with it. Also, I’m flattered that you are so keen for the next parts but I’m sorry to say I don’t really do user tags on my fics! I know that if I opened that it would get out of hand for me and it would be an element of stress, so I’m so sorry but I can’t tag you. Feel free to turn on my notifs though, and if you subscribe to the fic on ao3 then you will get an email when it updates! Thank u so much for reading and sending these!!! ily!! (also glad u like warmth too!)

Anonymous said: Periapt is one heck of a good and slightly annoying read because jungkook’s character is so cocky and I want oc to slap him or something even though she needs the grade and accidentally summoned him..(also I mean annoying in a good way don’t take that the wronf way!) your writing never fails to make me feel all sorts of emotions and I’m looking forward to the next update as well as a well oiled machine! That one is quite fascinating on its own as well 

hey babe! i took this in good humour and read this at a time I was in a good mood lmao, but maybe be a bit mindful as the wording could have led me to take it another way were that not the case. In this instance I’m not offended or upset (since i know u mean its frustrating haha), but I know others can be especially sensitive to the things they receive in their inbox so please be a little mindful how your messages will be read & received on the other end babe!

Aside from that tho, it is frustrating lmao! Jungkook is a big mf brat in periapt and eventually he will mature a little bit but currently his personality.... she aint his best aspect LMAO. He’s possessive and immature in a lot of aspects and we’ve only really glimpsed it. MC is going to have to work hard to draw lines and whip him into shape. I’m looking forward to that!

Thank u all for reading & enjoying periapt!! i hope u all have a lovely day!! thank u !!! ily !!!

#anon #ask #friceaurelia07 #periapt #queue: the inbox cleanout of 2019!

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Hey just wanna let you know that I'm so sorry you and others are going through this bullshit just for shipping the Usagi/Mamoru ship and I know how it feels its the same thing that happens in another fandom of mine. In this fandom there are 3 widely known canon "age gap" ships however out of the 3 the one that gets the most criticism and focus is the one that just so happens to be the smallest gap of the 3 (6-8 years compared to the other two's 8-10 years) and also the one where (part 1)

(part 2) where the older guy fell in love with the younger girl when he was still a minor himself, not just a minor a child in fact he was under 10, they were BOTH children. In the other two age gap ships that the fandom conveniently ignores the older men fell for their girls when they were already adults, as in over 20, one was the girl’s hs teacher! Yet somehow the ship that’s most “problematic” in the fandom is the one that has the smallest gap of the 3 and also the one

(part 3) and also the one where the ship started when the older boy was a child and minor himself? Like where the fuck is the logic in that? Like Usagi/Mamoru though I suspect most of the distaste and narrow focus on this ship in my other fandom comes from the fact that this ship also has a “destiny” motif to it where the guy instantly fell in love with the girl before even getting to know her compared to the other two.

(part 4) So they’re just taking any excuse they can get to bash the ship just because it happens to follow a more traditional Disney/Fairytale/Miracle Romance like narrative compared to the other two. Its fucking insane though to make this ship out be worse and more “problematic” than the other two age gap ships when its clearly the best of the 3 in that regard (3 guesses as to which fandom this is) like you dislike a canon ship based on other merits? Fine but don’t try to make it worse tn it is

First of all thank you for that. It’s been a rough couple days dealing with that,work, my family moving into our new house and the lack of sleep. I still got some messages in my inbox that I need to answer.  ( not none of those tho) I have always defended Mamo and UsaMamo so I don’t understand why it was a fucking surge of anons who want to make very baseless agruments lately. I’m getting through it but not without feeling so drained. 

For me I just don’t understand why a 3 year age difference cause so much vitriol. I mean once they hit their 20′s aint going to mean shit. ( Especially when they get married) So I don’t understand whats the problem. They are around the same ages and almost experiences the same things but Mamo is experienced them quicker before she do. What trips me out the most is when people are like “ well she can be taken of advantage of.” In what fucking version of sailor moon did Mamo ever make her do something that she didn’t want to do? That he pressured her to do something by using his age as superiority?  I’m still waiting on that answer. They make it seem like that just because he’s only three years older than her that he can influenced her decisions in a negative way. Which also I haven’t seen in the narrative. ( ok give or take the break up arc but that’s a whole special case in itself) 

Maybe I’m a weirdo who doesn’t find nothing wrong with a 3 year age gap but is grossed the fuck out of if A 30 year old is trying to get with a 18 year old. That I feel like that being taking advantage of  for the simple fact that a 30 year old can really used their age against that 18 year old by saying they experience more and they know what they are doing instead of a 16-17 year old boy going with a 14 year old. Maybe I feel like they should have more in common cause they are close in age then a 30 and 18 year old. 

I mean why the fuck would a 30 year old man be with a girl who just got out of high school? I mean they should be either in their profession or trying to get into their profession while the 18 trying to figure out what they want to do.  Pick someone who is 29 or in their 30′s. It’s no real reason why you should be pick someone who is still a child even if the law says they are legal. I cringed when I read erotica books and the lead is 18 and the dude is a over protective 30 plus year old dude. 

I don’t understand at all. How can a ship between two teenagers who are close to same social circles and just only 3 years apart be problematic than a adult who been got out of high school and even college dating someone who just got of high school and is barely living their lives?

I just don’t understand that. 

I guess it’s the same way in the past when these old dudes take girls who were barely 12, ( probably 11) barely just start having their circle marry and rape them so they can produce many heirs for them and take care of the house hold. This was before we had consent laws  

I have went with someone in high school that was like 2 years older than me and not once he influenced me to do things I didn’t want to do. He never took advantage of me being younger than  him cause he knew I have my own mind and will make my own decisions regardless of if he like them or not. (  believe me I did a lot times Also I was the “good smart girl” but didn’t have the mind  or the touch of a saint if you get what I’m saying  Let’s just also say that I didn’t mind staying after school and finding a secluded spot to make out in lol ) Anything I did with him from a kiss on a cheek to a freaking full make out session with touches here and there near a empty stairway was on my own terms and my decision.He just went along for the ride and enjoyed it.lol   At that time, I didn’t know he was two years older than me but one cause we was in the same grade and my grades were way better than his. Lets just say I graduated with honors while he barely graduated but 

But yeah. 

Thank you again for your concern and your insight on that. 

#Anonymous #tanya rants about sm

[chickenkooks]

HI IM THE SAME AS YOU I JST REALLY NEED AN ASS KICKING TO MOTIVATE ME SO HI BABY MY BLOOD IS PUMPING I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE MORE OF YOUR FLAWLESS CHARACTER DYNAMICS U KNOW THE BEAT OF SMOOTH CRIMINAL. THATS MY ADRENALINE THATS HOW HARD MY BRAIN GOES WHENEVER I SEE A NOTIF FROM U YOU CAN DO THIS I BELIEVE IN YOU ANGEL CANT WAIT FOR YOU TO KICK MY ASS WITH THIS UPDATE YOU LEGEND OF WRITING I LOVE U BITCHC! I AINT EVER GNA STOP LOVING U AND UR WRITING!! BITCH!!! ONE DAY ILL SAY THIS OFF ANON - 🐘

Wow that’s wild that was very different from my friendly giant message BUT… yeah im chaotic and Ready And In Love With You And Everything that U do miss cat!!! My gf my queen Who is gonna collectively kill the whole fandom with Her OFF THE CHARTS CHARACTERISATION AND ACCURATE DEPICTIONS. E2L is my fave trope ever and u executed it perfectly and encompassed all the elements that i love abt it- the tension, the uncertainity, the linger…i.. just… wow! I cant wait to see more!!! 💗💞💗💗 - 🐘

Me as annie… annie are you ok.. Tf No I Am Not when this queen right here is toying with my emotions in the best way! 1 second making me laugh fr 5 minutes straight n then tugging at my heartstrings!! That one part. “Its just you, me and my dick now” “and they say romance is dead” THAT WAS THE FUNNIEST THING EVER THAT RESURRECTED ME JST LIKE U MANAGE TO DO EVERY SINGLE TIME!! UR ALWAYS GOING OFF MISS YOU DONT HAVE TO DO EVERYONE ELSE LIKE THAT AND EFFORTLESSLY BE THE BEST OUT THERE.- 🐘

IM literally always on my dumb shit and so I am now this bitch right here… she’s a tired bi but not tired of loving U… im a terrible anon bc i literally say the same thing to all ppl that impress And endear me at the same time and i…uh you’re the second victim I jUst wanted to get this out there miss cat id eat sand fr u And ur works.. Id swallow an entire island.. everything.. a lamp… ill glug glug if you wanted me to and if that meant you can find the motivation to do what u love! - 🐘

Im sorry if this shshs came on too strongly im jst really. Glad that i found your blog and you’re such a sweet person! And i jst. Wanted to show you my appreciation. In the Gay Way… Today I felt full of love so I was like… lets check how cat is doing.. and now… nOw.. you are stuck with this mass attack in your inbox… N e Ways i meant it all Im ready to glug that lamp and appreciating cat juice!! 💝💘💗💞💝💗💘💞💝💗💘💞💗 Hope u have a nice day n that this was. Also friendly!!! - 🐘

me reading these messages like:

GOD THANK U SO MUCH THOUGH this was really inspiring!!!! not like other messages havent inspired me but THIS REALLY MAKES ME PUMPED I SHALL RE-READ THESE OVER N OVER AGAIN UNTIL PT 5 IS OUT!!!!!! im so fucking happy w how many of u have complimented me on how i wrote the enemies to lovers trope!!!!! nothing against other styles AT ALL but its just not how i like it. enemies to lovers (to me) should NOT be finished in one long oneshot. it just doesnt work that way. enemies to lvoers is the sort of thing u have to build up over a fucking novel. the longer u hold it off, the betterrr it is later on. thats why the jungkook and oc hurdle is gonna be very satisfying. they may be fucking but its not EMOTIONALLY satisfying. itll be satisfying for me to see jungkook start caring about her and even in pt 5, if you pay really close attention, you’ll start to see a few seeds being planted that fly right over his fucking head :-))))) hes that idiot who has to be told by other people how he feels about something IM NOT SAYING HE DOES NOW HELL NO IM JUST SAYING SUBCONSCIOUSLY IN A FAR AWAY LAND HE MAY HAVE ONE OR TWO POSITIVE EMOTIONS ABOUT HER RIGHT NOW is that a spoiler??? idk but u guys deserve it for waiting like fucking five months for this part. im so sorry. ANYWAYSSSSSSSS

THE POINT IS IF U DONT READ A TROPE HOW U WANT THEN JUST WRITE IT URSELF LIKE I DID and omg i know i love the humor in tra!!!! not to stroke my own fucking dick but i add humor into everything i write. MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE THAT Y’ALL HAVE NOT SEEN YET IS THIS EXCHANGE basically jungkook saying something stupid as usual and the oc being like “this is why the aliens havent contacted us” shes so dramatic i love her lets not even mention the scene of jin having to fish out jungkooks underpants from the swimming pool they fucked in last chapter LMFAO i got a lot of plans

REAL TALK THOUGH PT 5 DOESNT START OUT FUNNY ITS ACTUALLY VERY SAD put urself in the ocs shoes. i know she fucking did this to herself but she really tried so hard for this not to happen and she lost her best friend :-( so shes not coping well at all and jungkook (what an angel) tries to help her in the best way he can. which isnt a lot because we all know him by now but still. BUT WOW IM TALKING SO MUCH I LOVE TO TALK ABOUT THIS STORY

THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN TELL EVERYONE U LOVE THIS IM SURE THEYLL APPRECIATE IT JUST AS MUCH AS MEEEE i love the intensity RIGHT NOW IM IN AN INTENSE MOOD BECAUSE I JUST MADE MYSELF PEANUT BUTTER COOKIE DOUGH AND HOLY SHIT THAT WAS AMAZING

#THEY WERE SO INTENSE BUT I LOVED IT ALL #okay real talk #ive been too much of an adult lately #but anyway my point is i havent been working on tra like i promised #god i am just SO BUSY #i work at least 20 hours a week now #on top of school and seeing my bf and studying #so u can imagine i dont have a lot of free time #t:ans #tra #q

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24. It’s Quitting Time

With an acceptance letter in my inbox, I knew the next hard step was to come: quitting a job and closing a chapter.

It came a month before the program.  I had waited almost a month to tell my manager just because I was so nervous!  I put a lot of weight on my reputation and he had, whether he knew it or not, got me so much closer to my goal of becoming a software engineer.  

After I told him, I had to tell the engineers I had worked with in Operations.  They were not pleased with the idea of me quitting and funding my education myself.  They believed I should have had an employer do that for me.  I had experienced that though, and that did not work out for me.  

Honored by the opportunity to work on their team, I did not see it fit for my goals.  Software engineering was attractive to me, but working through their plan: Data Analyst then interviewing for a Data Engineering role, did not appeal to me.  I had already been a Data Analyst and I CERTAINLY did not want to be a Data Engineer again...

My manager was not too happy, but soon, he came around.  He knew this is what I was passionate about.  His advice: get a real degree from a real university, not a bootcamp.  

I disagree wholeheartedly.  That university would not have classes on coding interviews. That university would be thousands more dollars.  That University would have required an entrance exam, FAFSA filing, all that BS.  I AINT GOT TIME!!

I had a clear picture of what I wanted to do and where I wanted to do that at.  A University did not fit that vision.  

Next was telling my old team, sending out parting emails, etc.  I did that all and was empowered by all the love people sent my way.  I had moved less than 6 months before that, so I'm pretty sure many judged.  So many made it obvious to me they were judging with, "Damn!  You're moving again."  Again, I did not care..and I thank God I did not care.  I was so locked in that it did not phase me their thoughts.  I have to live with myself and live my 24, their perceptions cannot make me feel so insecure that I lose sight of what I want to accomplish. 

Shortly before deciding to leave, my company announced that it was FINALLY going public.  When I started at the company, I told myself that I would wait to do a bootcamp after my shares had fully vested.  After doing the math, I realized that money would not have been life-changing, and although celebrating with a company and being able to brag that I was with it before and after it was public sounded good, my goal of becoming a software engineer was more important.  They don't pay me enough to sacrifice my goals TOTALLY for theirs.

I saw staying as a sacrifice of the goal because I'm 25 and single with no kids!  I'm only getting older and getting married and having a child is something I plan to do one day.  I know pursuing a career change with a child and husband are sooo hard to do and I did not want to die without wondering what I could have done if I stepped out on faith.  Plus, when age 26 rolls around and I'm off of my parent's insurance, the bootcamp will become sooo much more expensive because I will not have any health care.  With the emergencies I had with my health in 2017, I knew I did not want to risk doing the program without the security of health care.  I thank God I am privileged enough to have health care. Many do not.  I sympathize with those who do not and vow to never consider myself having it super hard if I at least have health care.

So...on the first Friday of 2019, I turned in my laptop, became unemployed for the first time since graduating from college in 2014 and started my next chapter in my quest to being a software engineer: BOOTCAMP!

#women in tech #Women in Engineering #tech #silicon valley #bootcamp #software engineering #engineering #code #python #javascript #java #C++ #C

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Red String of Fate

Leave “Red String of Fate” in my inbox… To see what is in our muse’s destinies then I’ll write a drabble for it. Note: I’m putting all under readmore bc length (or any other reason), numbers are on the bottom for a surprise, and i’ll make use of any AU I can to make these work.

Blue eyes stared off into the distance with a bright smile on his face. He loved the color blue. The vast sky blue overhead and the deep green-blue of the water beneath them. Crisp salty air blowing against his face, rustling his blond hair that seemed to have a natural tendency to spike at the very ends.

“Aye! Any signs o’ enemy ships?” Mizumachi hollered out to the one sitting in the eagle’s nest of the ship. The proud Jolly Roger dancing in the wind with the words ‘The Poseidon' written across the flag.

That’s right, they were the Poseidon pirates! Out here on these waters, it was a battle of the greatest! It was fight and consume. The losers disband and either get engulfed or are left to die at sea with their honor. That’s how pirate crews operate, fighting with other pirate crews and engulfing them if you win the battle.

Many a tough battles were fought, but they were making a name for themselves. A bit odd for the captain to be doing so, but he preferred being on the look out, staking out for 'the next saps’ to take down. (So he says, but really he’s looking to either avoid an impossible opponent, or go full on into a weaker adversaries ship.)

“Negative, nothin’ in sight!”

How boring. Mizumachi was kicking around a pebble on the deck of the ship boredly. “A-ah spoke too soon! T-they was cove'ed by the fog! All men on deck!”

Mizumachi’s face lit up with joy at the idea that he may actually be able to get some exercise in! If there was one thing that their crew was well known for, it was the fact that their main power players were practically 'giants’ with their height of over 6" in height.

Watch as they towered over the majority of the men living in this day and age. Most of the time, their height did a lot of the talking. Don’t think incorrectly though, they knew how to fight. As strong a swimmer Mizumachi was, he knew how to throw down! He was a bit clumsy with a sword, but if you got close enough for him to grab onto you, he was going to hoist you up into the air and bowl you into your crewmates!

The captain sure was something himself, wouldn’t you know? He was lightning fast! He was so good at dodging all the blades pointed in his direction and he had a great overview of what was happening on the ship. As he’s goading the enemy with his slick moves, he’s giving out instructions to his crewmates.

Sure, you may consider him a coward, but his team doesn’t think that at all. They think of him as a hardworking captain who is only trying to ensure they can live to see another day.

Soon the deck was a hustle and bustle of energy as people were running around getting the canons situated, the swords ready for battle, and the drunkards were… well… ushered back into the cabin.

'What ya doing gettin’ drunk in daylight, ey? Amateur landlubbin’ seals.’ A shake of the head as Mizumachi was getting himself psyched for a good fight.

“Don’t get too carried away, this is a life or death situation at sea, Mizumachi.”

A callous wave of the hand. That guy was so uppity and like snooty. Just because he was all 'learned’ or whatever, he thinks he’s so smart. What’s so great about an 'education,’ anyways?

Would it feed you? Does it taste good? No? Then it’s useless.

The anxious feelings were flaring as the ship was getting closer, but this was going to change once their captain spoke up once more. “Hold it men, that aint no pirate ship. It’s a trafficking ship.”

Trafficking ships. The kind of ships were these 'pirates’ go to town to town on different islands, kidnap women to sell them off to another town. They may be pirates, but even they had some morals, ya know?

“Ya know what to do, men.”

None of the crew leave that ship alive. Just desserts for horrendous monsters.

The moment the ship came within distance, the canons started flying in the air. Being the daredevil that he is, along with his love of heights and diving off from great heights, Mizumachi clambered up the mast, holding onto a long rope.

That’s right, he intended to swing down onto the enemy ship! He was going to mow you guys down! He wasn’t the only hot blooded one though, as it seemed others had the same idea as him.

“Someone has to watch your back.” “Mah backs safe wit’ ya, Kakei! Let’s go!”

The smell of gun powder, the sound of clashing metal, and the singing of the flying cannon balls roared through the air for quite some time.

A grueling battle took place on this trafficking ship.

In the midst of it all, Kakei had pulled Mizumachi to the side and instructed him to go and find the captured ladies. Who knew how many there would be, but they were going to have to pick them up for some time and drop them off at the nearest island.

Though he didn’t like to be taken out of battle, he did think ensuring the ladies were safe would be a good idea. He snuck into the ship, doing what needed to be done. Any straggling enemies were quickly dealt with.

No matter what room he looked in, he couldn’t see anyone. Did they even take anyone? This was so– ah there they are. Of course, knowing his luck they’d be in the last room he looked at!

There were only about… 1, 2, 3… ah… he didn’t know 9? 10? Ah… no more than the fingers he has on his hands, ya get that?

“Sorry ladies! We’re makin’ a real fuss, aint we up there? Don’t ye worry 'bout a thing! We’ll save ya and take ye to the nearest island.” A pocket knife pulled out from his boot was used to cut the ropes that were tying their wrists and ankles together.

They were going to have to wait for someone else to report that the situation was clear before Mizumachi was going to feel safe enough to move with this group of ladies to their ship.

He cut the ropes off the very last lady to get a good look at her. “Ye have pretty eyes, lady. The names Mizumachi. Ya should stick with me and we can escort ya home– after you experience the seas.”

She didn’t seem like the others who were already crying tears of joy, laughing amongst themselves. No, she seemed… a bit more subdued?

Can’t have that! Life is short, much too short! Got to enjoy it to the fullest! He was going to talk the captain into letting her join them for a longer time. She had to learn how great the ocean was!

“I don’ know what yer name is, but we can talk more 'bout this later. For now, I gotta make sure yer all gonna be safe.”

A knock on the door came at no better time. “You in there, Mizumachi?”

Mizumachi unceremoniously opened the door to reveal his slightly taller crewmate. “Tha’s the cue! Let’s go ladies! Aye, Kakei, see tha’ one? I wanna take her with us. Pretty, aint she? She’s diff'rent somehows. Help me convince the cap'n will ya?”

A sigh. It wasn’t a good idea to be bringing women along for the ride for too long. They weren’t exactly well-suited for the journey.

Still, he knew very well that Mizumachi was much too willful to be reasoned with. Besides, giving her a quick look over, he could see what Mizumachi was talking about. Surely she could benefit from experiencing the free life of a pirate.

“I make no promises, but i’ll help you.”

31.)  Our muses are destined to sail the seven seas together

[I tried. I’m so sorry if it’s not good. I figured the only real way to get em to sail the seven seas and like– be 'fated’ or something, might as well make this a Pirate!au amirite?]

#Soulbovnd #RTRP meme #meme answered #thanks for the ask! #Mizumachi speaks #((Muse; Hiyori))

[pornowatch]

Valentine

Reyes finally gives in to McCree. 

In Blackwatch they’re called deathgrams.

All operatives are kitted out with the standard GPS beacons, but some take it a step farther. Internal monitoring equipment is not required - it can show up on invasive scans, which can be difficult to explain during undercover work.

But for some soldiers, when their heart stops, they want it to be known. Death triggers a virtual intelligence to initiate any number of protocols, everything from warning brothers-in-arms against rushing into danger to recover a mere corpse to remotely deleting sensitive information from datapads. Sometimes agents with families use it to send goodbye letters to loved ones.

Four days after McCree fails to meet his check-in Gabriel gets an automated message in his personal inbox.

Hey Boss.

Feel weird writing this. Always figured that anyone lucky enough to get me would get you to, but in case your still kicking around then I wanted to say sorry. I aint a fortune teller so I got no way of guessing what does me in, but I know your probably pissed as hell about it. do me a favor and make sure the asshole who got me gets his, alright?

I aint gonna let this get to heavy. It wouldnt be fair to unload all that on you since you cant exactly answer back. Point is, you know how I felt. I never said it outright, but I’m not any more subtle than you are stupid. And since regs don’t much matter now, I just wanted to let you know that I love you. Always did, always will. I could tell you cared about me too, so dont fret about me going to my grave without knowing it.

I never had much religion in me, but if there is an after Ill keep a seat open up at the bar for you. Just dont rush to get here.

-M

Gabriel reads it twice over. He commits the message to memory, complete with McCree’s lack of understanding of basic punctuation principles. The words, he keeps with him. The meaning, he’ll deal with later. Someday.

He purges the message from Overwatch’s server, then gets back to coordinating the recovery mission.

“You’re a son of a bitch,” Reyes grumbles at McCree’s bedside just a couple days later.

The cowboy is unconscious, pallid, and missing an arm. He might lose a leg too, but Zeigler is hoping to save it. But McCree is stable, and though his future with Overwatch is up in the air, he will live.

Oh, he’ll live. He’ll live to pay for putting me through that, a wayward voice in Gabriel’s head huffs. He’s so emotionally exhausted that even the relief of Jesse’s survival hasn’t fully hit him yet. Happiness will come later, after sleep.

The drill sergeant in Gabriel who usually stomps out thoughts like that instead lays off this time.

Less than two months. That’s all the time it takes before McCree is up and walking on his own legs, barely acquainted with the artificial arm prototype but already begging to get back to work. He’s got some healing to do yet and then has to be evaluated, but it’s looking to Reyes like he’ll be fine to return to Blackwatch. Angela really is a miracle worker.

“Say,” McCree starts slowly, and Gabriel has been waiting all day for this. McCree’s been helping out with clerical duties in his office (not without complaint of boredom, but still). Recently the cowboy’s been hung up, trying to talk about something uncomfortable but afraid to spit it out. “While I was MIA, you didn’t happen to, uh, get any weird messages?”

Reyes plays it cool. “Weird messages?”

“Hell, I only ask ‘cause I had one of them chips that kicks on when it don’t detect no life signs. Thing is, chip was in my arm. So, well, I found out that when the arm got taken off, the VI went ahead and sent off some… premature e-mails.”

Reyes sets his datapad down. This conversation has been a long time coming, yet he still doesn’t know how he wants to answer. If McCree wants to stay in Blackwatch then Gabriel has to not have seen the man’s dying declaration. He could lie, say the message never got through, and they can continue maintaining the indefinite holding pattern of “don’t ask, don’t tell”. He’d be saving both their careers from going down thanks to gossip and scandal at best, fraternization charges at worst.

On the other hand, he’d nearly lost Jesse.

“What’s the date?” Gabriel feigns completing some paperwork. McCree will understand. After a short pause the subject is allowed to drop.

“It’s the fourteenth, Boss.”

He feels himself frowning. February fourteenth. Valentine’s Day.

Gabriel Reyes was not a man who put much stock in signs from the universe, but even he had to admit it was one hell of a coincidence. Especially since they’d found McCree, busted up but still breathing, on Christmas Eve.

“Can you believe we’re finally doin’ this?” Jesse asks in a hoarse whisper, eyes drifting blissfully closed while Gabriel kisses down the curve of his shoulder.

The commander chuckles against Jesse’s skin. He’d said finally. Not “actually” or “really”, but finally - like it was inevitable that they end up half-undressed and rubbing cocks like horny teenagers. And shit, maybe it was inevitable. In nine years while everyone else in his life had broken his trust, Jesse was the only one determined to be at Gabriel’s side. He was the only one Gabriel couldn’t afford to lose.

He rolls his hips, pinning Jesse down to the couch. Every repressed fantasy about bending McCree over his desk, all the nights spent with his hand down his sweatpants, thinking of his second’s pouting lips have nothing on the real thing. Gabriel meets Jesse’s upward bucking in time, and they’re both too damn hard to do anything but hang on for dear life.

“Say you’re mine,” Gabriel moans, throat dry and completely, utterly heedless of it.

“Yours, darlin’. You got me. Always did.”

He says it like a promise, and in their clumsy rutting Jesse pulls Gabriel to him. He seals it with a kiss that tastes like bitter cigar smoke.

For the first time in decades, Gabriel gives himself over to it.

#shotguns and six shooters #i love it when boys go frotting #it's just so nice #pornowrites #very little actual smut because today is a fluffy day #to all agents of overwatch