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#i was exhausted when i got back im not used to so much sun and heat
girlwithfish · 8 months
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2day was a lot i feel like im doing my best and i hope its ok but its also just work so wjo cares. and i feel bad when i mess up or dont lnow something but im new and they put me w an even newer girl w 15 2 yr olds it was not a good dau
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swissalbanianmiss · 2 months
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golden hour | luke hughes
warnings: none!
a/n: my first time writing straight fluff and this is much shorter than my other two works which were both smuts. im still getting used to writing and fluff isnt my strong suit yet as i constantly find myself getting embarrassed lol. im honestly more embarrassed publishing this than the smuts i have put out. also, another summer themed moment. once again, i’m so over winter and this is the best escape haha. i cannot wait for euro summer!! also, this may be embarrassing to admit but ive never been to the states so i always have to research the places these guys are from before i write haha. te dua!!!!
p.s: this is gender neutral
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The sun is shining through the open window beside mine and Luke's bed. The soft, white curtains sway gently from the cool summer breeze. We spent most of the day out on the boat but had a nice earlyish dinner when we finally got back to the house. 
Luke is currently downstairs playing pool with his brothers while I unwind in bed. It's not too late and the sun is only starting to slowly go down. I’m planning on going to bed early tonight. It’s exhausting but never a boring time spending a nice summer day alongside the three Hughes brothers. It may be surprising to some but there is never a dull moment when all three of the brothers are reunited at the lake house in summer after a long season of hockey. 
I change into comfy pajamas and decide to shop online for a while. 30 minutes later the door opens and in comes Luke with a big smile on his face holding a big tub of chocolate and vanilla swirl ice cream along with two spoons. He comes and sits down on the bed beside me and the golden hour glow of the sun reflects off of his face making his greenish hazel eyes glisten. I admire every part of his face, every curl on his head. He’s truly perfect. 
I lean over and press a kiss to his cheek. “Love ya, Lukey” I murmur, running my hands through his messy curls. “Mmm love you too, babe,” he says, kissing my cheek before opening the tub of ice cream for us to share.
“Can we please watch Mamma Mia?” I ask. “Babeeee” he whines, “we’ve watched that movie like 50 times already” he responds, playfully rolling his eyes. He pretends he hates the movie but I know he actually loves it. I always catch him singing along under his breath. 
I stare at him waiting for a proper response. “Fine” he groans, scooping up more ice cream. I reach across him to grab the remote and as I’m doing so he places a smack to my ass. “Luke” I giggle, swatting his hand. “What? I can’t help myself” he shrugs. I turn the movie on and snuggle into his side, resting my head on his chest as he wraps his big arm around me. The whole room is filled with a soft golden haze and I couldn’t imagine any other place I’d rather be. I look up at Luke and see him lip synching the lyrics to Honey, Honey. My eyes focus back on the movie and Luke and I sing and dance as the golden haze fades and the sun sets. 
Between you and I he is not a good singer or dancer.
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111gloomtime · 4 months
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⭐️ : fluff , matt x reader (est relationship w matt), short read
cw : none
a/n : i’m going feral over this pic ohmygosh
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slipping into the gentle embrace of my favorite bathing suit, i step out into the warmth of the day, joining chris, nick, and my boyfriend matt by the river. as i emerge, the sunlight catches matt, and the simple act of him removing his shirt sends a cascade of butterflies through me. a sudden burst of laughter echoes from nick.
“3, 2, 1!!” he exclaims before i see chris swing into the water by the rope, making laughter fill the air around us.
we lose track of time, enveloped in shared laughter and the soothing rhythm of the flowing water. throughout the day, i sense matt’s lingering gaze, a silent connection that speaks volumes. as the sun begins its descent, casting a golden hue over the scene. we are all resting by the river bank, exhausted from the day we’d had. we talk about the day, occasional bursts of laughter emerging from us. matt has his arm around me and chris & nick are across from us, i glance up at matt and can’t help but stare. he looks so beautiful. his damp hair pushed back, the way the golden sun perfectly lays over the bridge of his nose. he looks like an angel. i feel my face get hot and a goofy smile forms on my face. i can’t believe i’ve been dating him for almost a year and i still feel like a little kid with a crush when im around him.
“i’m kinda tired. me and nick are gonna head inside and start a movie, you guys can come in whenever.” chris says. i nod and matt just gives him a smile.
chris and nick retreat indoors, leaving matt and i alone. matt looks at my face, eyes meeting mine, then drifting down to my lips before returning to my eyes, making me blush even more.
“y/n, wanna jump back in the water for a bit? first one there wins!” he suggests, but before i can respond, he's already racing back into the river.
"hey, you got a head start, not fair!" i call out, laughter bubbling between us. we both crash into the water, holding our stomachs with laughter.
now knee-deep in the river, we catch each other's gaze, and matt, with a soft look in his eyes, wraps his arms around my waist. i look up at him with desperate eyes, taking in just him. the way he looks at me, you’d think he’s looking at a diamond. i wraps my arms around his neck and kiss him. he kisses me back needily, tightening his grip around my waist. every time we separated he would whisper things to me.
“i love you so much.”
“you’re so beautiful.”
this made my stomach turn into knots. he made his way down to my neck, leaving soft kisses all over me. his breath on my skin made me shudder. every small, but so intentional, movement he made, made me want more.
“i think we might miss the movie tonight.” he says with a small chuckle, before wrapping my legs around his waist and carrying me inside.
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sorry this is short y’all i don’t feel comfortable with writing smut yet 😭
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stevenose · 2 months
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okay but, waking up in cowboy!steve’s bed before the sun even rises because he’s gotta get to the field early. he doesn’t wanna wake you, but you stir when he does. you’re needy in the mornings. he tries to play it off that he doesn’t love it and goes to kiss you quick before getting up but you have other plans to try and keep him in bed with you. half asleep and with your whole body pressed up against him you give him the softest most loving handjob so he can start his day off a whimpering mess and thinking of way he can return the favor when he gets back home that night 🫶🏻
thought about this ALL DAY. you sent this like right when i woke up …. been on my mind ever since!! also i know this isn’t how they talked in the 1880s we have 2 have some suspension of disbelief here… and also also im high and incapable of proofreading :(
reader wears a nightgown but no gendered language is used; reader with a vagina; handjobs; thigh riding
You wake up to the world just beginning to turn pale blue. You hear the soft sounds of birds chirping out of the window to your right. You sigh and cuddle into the sheets, still exhausted. With hooded eyes you scan the room and finally find Steve. The faint glow of candlelight illuminates him. You wish so much he didn’t have to be up early. Especially when it’s still cold outside.
You don’t let him know that you’re awake. You watch him in silence as he dresses, combs his hair and styles it. Like it won’t get ruined by the wind. You figure it’s something from his past life he can’t quite put down. You even close your eyes when he softly walks towards you to press a kiss to the top of your head. Only when he hovers do you reach for him, pulling him into the bed by the shirt.
“What’re you doin’?” he says, smiling wide. He wasn’t expecting to talk to you before he left.
“Come here,” you frown, pulling the covers back so he can crawl under. “Five more minutes.”
“It’s cold,” he coos, pulling his quilt back over you. “I put some firewood in the fireplace. You come get me if it needs more, alright?”
You whine, petulant. “Five more minutes,” you repeat.
“Five’ll become ten, then twenty, then -“
You reach for him, cupping his cheeks and pulling his lips down to yours. He sort of gasps, then melts into you, finally crawling back into bed. His lips never leave yours. You’re both needy, insatiable since your first sleepover. Something seems more intimate than usual. Domestic. You shouldn’t like it this much.
Steve’s leg finds its way between yours and he pushes it up against you. You moan and sigh shakily, hips beginning to grind.
“You got five minutes,” he pants, cold hands moving underneath the sheer nightgown you’re wearing.
Spurred on, your hands find the button of his trousers. You pop them open and reach in, finding his cock. You would typically chastise him for not wearing underwear, but it makes your hips grind a little harder.
Steve groans against your lips. “Darlin’,” he drawls. A warning. You don’t listen. You flick your wrist up and down softly, the velvety skin of his cock gliding against your palm. “Need my dick so bad, huh?”
You nod, licking his bottom lip. Open mouthed, messy. “Don’t go.”
You swear he whines. Steve kisses down your jaw to your neck. Your head cranes backwards to let him have what he wants.
“Gonna kill me,” he insists.
Happy with that, you keep stroking him. Your hips and hand don’t match pace - your hips grind slow and hard, while your hand strokes him fast. He lifts his head to look at you, brows scrunched together, mouth open in bliss. You never see him look like this. Only in the mornings when he’s let his guard down.
“Pretty boy,” you whisper, pressing yourself close, lips against his flushed cheek. “Give it to me.”
Steve’s hips buck and he trembles. His fingers dig into your skin and he grits his teeth. “Shit,” he rasps, moaning high-pitched. “Please cum for me, honey, m-mark up my pants - make me wear you -“
You moan, stomach tightening. “Come on me, Steve, be good.”
He cums first, back arching and forcing his hips into your fist. His thigh presses roughly against your clit, only separated by a thin pair of underwear, and you cry into his mouth as you catch his lips. Your hand is soaked, his cum cooling on your silk dress. You twitch in his embrace, overstimulated and tired.
“Clean up,” he pants. “Get some more sleep.”
You nod, but make no attempts to move. Steve stands, tucks himself back into his trousers and looking towards his mirror to fix his hair. You watch him again, relaxed, still needy. He turns to you and gives you a wink, looking confident again. He’s certainly awake now.
“Be good,” he tells you. “Come get me if you need me.”
“You be good, too,” you call, and he feels his cock filling out again before he even gets his foot out the door.
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roseghoul26 · 27 days
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Part 3
Arthur Morgan x f!Reader
"'Do you love me?' You asked, voice barely louder than a whisper.
Arthur nodded, gazing at you like you hung the moon and the stars.
'Then say it. I promise you, nothing bad is gonna come from it.'"
Synopsis: A retelling of the mission "Blessed are the Peacemakers", where instead of Arthur getting kiddnapped, it's you.
Tags: fluff, friends to lovers, eventual smut, smut, torture, mentions of sexual assault, no actual SA, dutch is father figure, so is hosea, arthur morgan deserves everything, fem reader, afab!reader, she/her pronouns used for reader, not beta read
Author’s Note: soooo this was meant to be the final part but i got carried away so now there are four parts :D
also like 99% sure the location i describe later in the part doesn’t exist but im too lazy to figure out an actual one so just go with it please. and i have no idea if the robbery plan “arthur” came up with actual works. there’s a reason i write fanfiction and don’t rob houses.
part 1 ❉ part 2 ❉ part 3 ❉ part 4
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Arthur had stayed by your side ever since then. He was gone some days, returning to you exhausted and sleepless, but still returning nonetheless. He helped take care of you as you recovered, attending to your every need with no complaint (you had joked that you were going to turn into an actual princess with his treatment)
By the end of the first week of your return, you had regained enough strength to get up on your own, being able to take small walks around camp and chatting with the others. You found yourself being able to stay awake longer, only having to stop a rest once or twice throughout the day. Also, most of your superficial wounds were pretty much healed at this point, small scabs and scars the only proof of their existence. 
By week two, you had started contributing with the chores, doing lighter work around the camps like sewing. You stayed outside of your tent more and more now, the weather at Clemens Point usually pleasant. The wound on your shoulder was doing much better now, and where deep purple bruises once resided were patchy yellow marks. 
When the third week rolled around, you were starting to go insane, having been confined to the one place for so long. You were pretty much back to normal, your energy returned and your wounds healed. You had begged every person who left camp to take you with them, but to no avail. 
You had even begged Charles to take you out hunting, but the steadfast man didn’t budge. Upon seeing your disappointment in his rejection, he relented… partially. Finding a spot far enough away from camp to not be an issue, but close enough for safety’s sake, Charles set up a small practice range for you to shoot your bow and guns at. You had hugged and thanked him profusely, your fingers itching to pull a trigger. He just requested you to not make him regret his decision.
The rest of the time that week was spent at the range, building back up the strength and endurance in your arms and shoulders. Your aim at the beginning was questionable, to say the least. Targets you’d normally have no issue hitting were becoming difficult, and you struggled to hold your pistol up for longer than ten seconds, your hands shaking and straining at the effort. Still, you persisted, and you found your marksmanship began to, slowly, come back to you. 
It was now the first day of the fourth week, the evening sun soaking the range in gold. It wasn’t particularly hot out, yet you still found yourself wiping beads of sweat from your brow as you started down the barrel of your rifle. There was one target left, a small green bottle roughly 200 meters downrange, slightly obscured by some hay barrels until only a portion of it was visible to you. Every other bottle lay shattered except for this one, which you’d been trying to get for what felt like forever. 
Grumbling angrily to yourself, you refocused on the object, sheer spite keeping your feet planted at the range instead of returning back to camp to retire for the night. There was a slight breeze, not enough to deter the path of the bullet, but enough to cause a few pieces of hair to flick you in the face. Your eyes focused on your target, and the world around you seemed to grow still. It was right in your sights, and you just had to squeeze…
You took a deep breath in, holding it for a split second, before releasing it. Your finger moved with your lungs, squeezing the trigger gently. A loud blast shook through you, and if there were any birds still sticking around, they would have flown away at your angry outburst afterwards.
The bottle stood intact, and you swore it was grinning smugly at you. With a huff, you released the empty shell, joining the growing pile at your feet. The sound of hoofbeats from behind caused you to lower your weapon, slinging it over your shoulder. The motion caused a slight tinge of pain to shoot through you, going away as quick as it came. Still, you couldn’t help the slight grimace of pain from appearing on your face as you turned to see who was behind you. The place that Charles had selected for you was just off the entrance of camp, so you had a slightly obscured view of people coming and going.
The sight of a familiar brown horse, and the sound of an even more familiar gruff voice had you smiling widely. Quickly scooping the empty shells into a bucket, the fresh one burning your hand slightly, you headed back to camp. 
As you approached, you heard many voices all at once, all greeting Arthur as he got off his horse. As he patted his steed, you saw him glazing around, eyes darting around as he searched for something. He must’ve not found what he was looking for, as he had a slightly confused expression as he made his way toward Dutch. The leader of the Van Der Linde gang stood outside his tent smoking a cigar as he warmly greeted Arthur, clapping the younger man on his shoulder. Arthur had his back to you as he talked with Dutch, and you were just out of earshot of their conversation, barely in the camp at this point. 
Passing Pearson’s wagon as you approached Arthur, you saw Dutch look around as well. When his gaze landed on you, he greeted you with a friendly smile, before pointing at you with his cigar over Arthur’s shoulder. 
Your lover spun around, an enormous grin on his face when he finally locked eyes with you. Finally close enough to hear the two of them, you heard Dutch say “We’ll talk later,” practically shoving the younger man away from him and towards you. He gave Dutch an incredulous look before returning his attention to you, smiling impossibly brighter when you were finally within arms reach of him. 
Setting the bucket and gun down at your feet, you wrapped your arms around his waist, burrowing your face in his chest as you held him close. A pleased hum left you as you felt one of his hands hold the back of your head, the other wrapping around your hip. “Hello, princess,” you heard him say. Tilting your head back so you could see Arthur fully, you stood up on your toes so you could kiss him. He held your kiss longer than what was probably appropriate for being in the middle of camp, but you couldn’t care less. After pulling away, he rested his head against yours, one hand still around your backside. His hat sat precariously on his head, dangerously close to falling off. 
“Hi, Arthur,” you breathed. “I’ve missed you.”
“Already? It’s only been a week. I’d’ve thought you’d been sick of me already.”
“Never.”
“And just what were you up to while I was gone?” You saw him eye the bucket and rifle forgotten behind you, and the two of you took a step back from the other, still close enough to touch though.
“I’ve been doing some shooting. Charles set it up for me.”
“Did he now?” He asked, not out of jealousy, but more out of concern of you overexerting yourself. 
“It was either that, or take me hunting. I’ve practically begged everyone in camp to take me out. I’ve gone a little crazy being stuck here.”
Arthur chuckled. “Noted. So,” he gestured to the weapon, “any luck?”
With a tight-lipped smile, you turned and  picked up the items, the rifle going back over your shoulder. You stepped out of the shade created by Dutch’s tent, the light causing your eyes to scrunch close. It was close to sundown by this point, but a nice amber glow still washed over the camp, with the lake turning into a body of lava. “Mostly,” you scoffed, and began walking back toward the range, determination now taking over you again. 
You expected to hear footfalls behind or beside you, but when you didn’t, you turned back around with a puzzled expression. Arthur just stood there, still in the shade, mouth parted slightly as he stared at you. 
Cocking your head, you thought that might get his attention, but you started to feel a little self conscious (and worried) when he continued to just look at you. “Is there something on my face?” you joked half-heartedly, tapping a rhythm on your waist as you awaited a response. 
The cowboy had a slight rosy tint on his cheeks as he shook his head, but he still held his eyes on you. “Nah, it’s just… you look beautiful.”
That was certainly not what you were expecting to hear, nearly dropping the bucket of empty bullet casings. “Well, thank you, Arthur,” you responded bashfully. 
“I mean it,” he continued, slowly walking towards you now. “I mean, you always look beautiful, but somethin’ ‘bout the light… you look like an angel, like you were taken out one of them paintings.”
You certainly didn’t think so yourself, but with the way Arthur looked at you, you just had to believe him. His hands now cupped your face, thumbs rubbing gently against your cheeks. “My angel…” he said, the words leaving his mouth gently like a secret. 
He held you, transfixed, until someone else in camp awkwardly cleared their throat. His hands dropped back to his sides, but he still had a lovesick look in his eye as he gestured for you to continue walking. “After you, my angel.”
The two of you walked in silence for a few moments. “So what am I, princess or angel?” You teased, willing your heart to slow down. You could feel Arthur’s heavy gaze on you as you walked. 
“You can’t be both?”
“‘Fraid not. One or the other.”
“Says who? ‘Cause they clearly haven’t met you.”
“You’re a silly man, Arthur Morgan.”
“I’m only tellin’ the truth! I swear!” 
Finally reaching the practice range, you stood where you had prior, and you set the bucket back down. Turning your head to look at Arthur, you were slightly startled at his closeness. Wrapping  around your midsection, he rested his head on your shoulder that didn’t hold your rifle. “‘Sides, you love it,” he continued. Kissing your temple lightly, he rocked with you back and forth, just enjoying the feeling of having you in his arms. You didn’t bother to reply; you both knew what your answer would be. 
Resting your hands atop his, you leaned back into him, your purpose for being where you were forgotten temporarily. The last rays from the setting sun lit up the field, but the growing darkness was beginning to take over. Sighing, you lightly stroked his arm, rousing his attention. “If you’re trying to distract me, you’re doing a good job at it.”
“Sorry,” he drawled, the slight laugh in his voice making it clear that he wasn’t at all. 
“I’ve got one more target. After that, I’m all yours.”
After a beat of silence, Arthur responded by opening his arms to let you out. The lack of heat from his body caused a slight shiver to wrack your body, the cooling night temperature not helping either. Bringing up your rifle and staring at your target through the scope, you found it hard to concentrate with his eyes on you. Still, you took a deep breath in, then pulled the trigger upon its release.
The shot from the gun shattered the peaceful atmosphere in the field, a few birds that had returned flying away instantly, their angry squawks and your angry curses following the blast. The shot went wide by a few inches, to your not surprise. Incoherently grumbling, you discarded the empty round, the new one loading in with a click. 
You fired off a few more rounds, each one missing your target by a small bit. It was getting late now, and it was starting to get hard to see the bottle now. 
Bringing the gun up again, you were about to fire, until a soft wait from behind you caused you to lower the weapon, looking over at Arthur confused. “No, no, bring the rifle back up.” As perplexed as you were, you complied, bringing the gun up like you were going to fire it, but keeping your finger off the trigger. You watched out of the corner of your eye as Arthur stalked around you, eyes scanning over you, assessing. 
You tried to keep still, but you couldn’t help but shift your feet nervously as his ocean blue eyes observed you. “You’re holdin’ it differently,” Arthur finally spoke, and you lowered the rifle back down.
“Huh?” Bringing it back up again, you did a mental scan of your body. Nothing felt different, but then again you did have a significant time off from using your guns. Maybe your marksmanship wasn’t coming back as well as you thought. 
“Nothin’ major,” Arthur continued. “It’s… it’s your shoulder. The left one. You’re rollin’ it forward more, and I think that’s what’s affecting the shots.”
So you tried rolling back your left shoulder, the injured joint stiff as you readjusted. Apparently that wasn’t enough, and you felt Arthur come back behind you. His chest brushed your back as he brought his arm up to your left shoulder as you held your gun up, holding it but not pushing yet. “Let me know if I’m hurtin’ you,” he murmured, and you could feel his other hand settle on your waist. 
After you nodded, you felt him press the shoulder back. It was slightly tender, but it didn’t hurt too bad. When he was satisfied with your new posture, which was starting to feel familiar, he mirrored the other hand on your waist. His lips were dangerously close to your ear as he leaned in, the fingers on your waist tightening ever-so-slightly. The proximity, while not unwelcome, caused you to take a sharp intake of breath. 
“Take a deep breath,” he instructed, a satisfied hum leaving him when you did so. God, his voice was doing nothing to help your flustered state. “Good… now, shoot.” 
Praying that your exhale wouldn’t come out shakily, you breathed out, pulling the trigger as you did, like who had so many times before. However, this time, instead of the sound of the bullet hitting the hay bale, the sound of glass shattering hit your ears.
Lowering the gun slowly, a joyous laugh left you as you finally registered you hit the target. Spinning around so you were facing Arthur, you smiled brightly, the same expression on his face. “Atta girl,” he practically purred, taking the rifle from your hands and setting it on the ground beside the two of you with a thud. His praise caused a jolt of warmth to shoot through your body, causing your blood to feel like it was simmering. 
Linking your hands around his neck, you played with some of the hair that stuck out from under his hat. “How’d you know I was holding it wrong?” you asked. “It wasn’t even that obvious, you said so yourself.”
You felt him shrug. “I dunno.”
“Spend a lot of time lookin’ at me, then?” Looking up at him, you could tell that some of his confidence was beginning to falter, scared of what your reaction would be to his answer. 
“I…” he trailed off, and you could feel his fingers, which had returned to your waist, begin to pick nervously at your clothing. 
“I don’t mind.” It must have alleviated some of his worries of making you uncomfortable, because his grip on your waist tightened, pulling you nearly flush with his own. His eyes darkened at the contact, and when you tugged slightly at his hair, and a similar whine to the one he let out last time left him. The two of you had shared a good amount of kisses over the past few weeks while Arthur was still here, but they ended before anything happened. This was only the second time you’d heard that noise from him, and you had forgotten how addicting it was. 
He said your name in warning, and you gave him the most innocent look you could muster. 
“You must look at me a lot if you’re able to notice something like that.” You couldn’t help the teasing tilt in your voice. 
“It ain’t my fault you’re breathtaking. And I sure as hell ain’t the only one who looks at you.”
“You’re the only person whose eyes I want on me.” Grabbing one of his wrists, you dragged his hand up your body, bringing it up until it reached your chest. His breath hitched at the action, staring at you with pleading eyes as his hand hovered uncertainty over your breasts. “And the only person whose hands I want on me, too.”
He pulled you impossibly closer, space nonexistent between the two of you. His lips were mere centimeters from yours, and you could feel his shaky exhale as you rocked your hips against his. There was a new heated tension in the air, something you hadn’t experienced with each other yet, but you were more than willing to cross that line tonight. 
“I love you,” he whispered, an utter devotion in his eyes that you’d only seen in the most zealous devotees. But there was nothing holy about the way his lips crashed against yours, desperate and needy and hungry.
The hand that once rested on your waist cradled the side of your neck, holding you securely as he kissed you. His other hand finally made contact with your chest, and you let out pleased groans as he felt you, causing your mouth to part slightly. Eagerly taking this opportunity, Arthur’s tongue swept into your mouth, and your hands fully tangled into his hair as he deepened the kiss. His hat fell somewhere on the ground, the soft thump unheard by both of you. 
He continued exploring your chest, and you craved nothing more than to rip your shirt off so you could feel him touch on your bare skin. Imagining the calluses of his hand running across the delicate skin caused you to shiver, which didn’t go unnoticed by the cowboy. You felt him smile against your lips, before moving his kisses to your jaw, to underneath, then trailing down your neck. 
“You like that?” his spoke, voice debauched. 
“Your hands…” was all you were able to get out before your focus dissolved. 
“What ‘bout them?” He spoke between kisses, littering them across your neck. 
“I want… I want you to touch me.”
He squeezed your chest gently. “I am.”
“Take my shirt off… please.”
“As much as I’d love that, we don’t want the whole camp to see you now. You only want my eyes on you, right?” You felt his teeth nip gently at the base of your throat. 
Groaning, you rolled your head back, partially out of frustration, and partially to give Arthur better access. His touch left your chest, trailing back down your body, inching closer and closer to your center. Rutting your hips up, you tried to meet him halfway, but he remained just out of reach. Instead of touching you where you wanted, you felt light touches circle your waist, lightly brushing the small of your back before settling lower. Grabbing a handful of your ass in his large palm, you felt him smile against your neck as you let out a surprised noise. 
His other hand left your neck, and in a show of strength lifted you into his arms, both hands now holding your backside. Interlocking your legs around his waist, you couldn’t help the shocked laugh that left you. It was no secret that Arthur was a strong man, his muscular build evident of that, but the effortlessness in the way he picked you up had your stomach doing somersaults. 
Still attacking your neck with kisses, you felt him begin to move forward until you felt bark against your back. “Arthur…” you panted, and you heard a pleased groan leave him. An unmistakable hardness pressed into you now, and you felt yourself unconsciously rolling your hips against him. Your own name left his lips, the last syllable trailing off into a moan, which he muffled in the crook of your neck. 
“Please. I need you, Arthur,” you whined out, and Arthur lifted his head up, resting it now against your own. 
“Here?” Arthur asked, breathlessly. When you nodded, you could see him fighting with himself internally. “You sure? It’s… you deserve better. Should take you out… get us a room. Hell, get us an actual bed.”
“I just need you.” You ran your fingers through his hair, the brown locs haven been thoroughly tussled by your hands. Pressing a light kiss on the crooked bridge of his nose, you poured as much sincerity as you could in the action. 
“Fuck… alright princess. But we’ll have to be quick. Someone from camp-”
An unmistakable raspy voice cut through the clearing, startling poor Arthur to the point he nearly dropped you. “Arthur!” John called out, and you felt the man below you grow deathly still. 
“Where the hell are you, Arthur?” John called out again, and you could tell that Arthur was debating whether or not to respond. When the younger outlaw yelled out again, he let out a regretful sigh, before slowly lowering you to your feet. Your knees wobbled, and you held on to his broad shoulders momentarily for balance. A small proud smile adorned his face, which promptly fell when he heard John’s voice again. 
“What?” He yelled back, not even trying to hide the annoyance in his voice. His hands were on your waist, tapping randomly as he awaited a response. You saw the light from John’s lantern begin to illuminate the clearing, so you tried your best to fix up Arthur’s appearance, smoothing out his clothing and adjusting his hair. Based on how the two of you looked, it wouldn’t be hard to determine what was happening, but you wanted to save some of the man’s dignity when facing John. 
Looking down, you saw him adjust himself, trying and failing to hide the obvious tent in his pants. Luckily, it was getting quite dark out, so he wouldn’t have to try too hard to hide it. You gave him a sympathetic smile, and he just sighed defeatedly. “Don’t kill him,” you half-joked, noticing the death glare he gave the figure approaching the two of you. 
Pulling away from you, he turned and walked over to John, you trailing behind him by a few steps. Gathering up the items you’d brought, you returned the rifle to its home over your shoulder. Out of the corner of your eye, barely visible due to the lack of illumination, you saw Arthur’s hat lying in the grass, which had been knocked off his head by your hands. 
You put it atop your own, and you found it sliding around as you walked up to the two men, wrapping your arm around Arthur as you joined in the conversation, which was turning into more of an argument. 
“You’re needed back at camp,” you heard John say angrily, not even looking at you as he stared the other man down.
“And I’m sayin’ it can wait. I’m busy.”
“Oh, really?” John challenged. “Doin’ what?” 
Arthur just gave him a pointed look in response, expecting John to figure it out.
“No, really. What is so important right now?”
You could hear Arthur roll his eyes. “Maybe the wolves really did eat your brain, Marston.” You let out a chuckle at that, and John finally seemed to notice your existence. Confusion, then realization, then finally embarrassment washed over his face as he took in your disheveled state and Arthur’s hat on your head. 
John shook his head, refusing to make eye contact with you any longer. “Just… just get back quickly,” he muttered, leaving the two of you as quickly as possible. You heard him grumble something under his breath, before wrapping you into a tight hug, locking your arms to your body. His hat barely stayed on as you tried to look up at him, and you saw his eyes widen as he registered what you were wearing. 
“You’re makin’ it real hard to leave, ya know?”
“So are you.”
“Yeah…” he agreed, yet made no move to loosen his grip. 
Arthur held you for a few moments, the fire that had been growing during the last minutes subsiding to a small candle flame. As much as you both wanted to just continue, the duty to the camp and gang took priority, especially for Arthur. 
Wiggling out of his arms, you returned the hat to its owner, but the angle you placed it at caused it to cover his eyes. “C’mon, cowboy. Giddyap,” you teased, lightly smacking his backside while doing so. You started walking back to camp, following the direction John went
You had gotten a few feet away before Arthur began bounding towards you, causing you to break out in a sprint. Laughing wildly, you ran through the trees, the branches whizzing past your face as you ran towards camp, Arthur hot on your heels. 
Because you weren’t far from camp, it only took a minute or so before you ran in, panting in exhilaration. Running to your tent, you looked behind you, expecting Arthur to be right there. When you were met with empty air, you halted, dirt skidding up at the sudden stop. Looking around, you peered through the darkness, barely able to see anything in the evening light. 
You saw Javier, Bill, and Micah all sitting around a nearby campfire, mindlessly conversing while Javier strummed on his guitar. You saw Molly in her and Dutch’s tent, which was between yours and Arthur’s, getting ready to retire for the night. Abigail was with Jack, sitting with him on her lap while Mary-Beth, Tilly, and Karen sat around another fire, drinking and laughing with each other. But for the life of you, you couldn’t find Arthur.
Without warning, you found yourself pulled into a strong embrace, the smell of leather and gunpowder filling your senses as Arthur grabbed you. A startled noise left you, turning into laughter as you felt his place a sloppy kiss on your cheek. “Gotcha, princess.”
“You scared me! How’d you do that?”
He gave you another kiss on your cheek in apology. “I’ve got my ways.”
“Is that all the explanation I’m gonna get?”
Arthur paused for a moment, debating your words. “Yes.” When you just shook your head in amusement, he gave you one last kiss before letting go, albeit reluctantly, and he walked around so he was facing you.. “I’ve gotta go see what they want,” he huffed. And… I just wanna say I’m sorry for tonight. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
“Don’t worry ‘bout it, Arthur.” You tried to reassure him, but he continued to frown slightly. Cupping his face with one palm, your thumb brushed the top of his cheekbone lightly, and you felt him relax under your touch. “I know you’ll make it up to me, eventually. Tonight, just come see me when you’re done. I’ve… It’s been hard sleeping without you.”
“Alright,” he conceded, kissing your hand before returning it to your side. “Go get ready. I’ll be back shortly.”
“You better not keep me waiting, Arthur Morgan,” you warned, backing into your tent slowly. 
“Wouldn’t dream of it, princess,” he said with a wink, then turning and walking toward Dutch, who stood with his arms crossed, watching the whole interaction between you two. You chuckled to yourself, knowing Arthur would never hear the end of it from the other men and camp. As your tent flaps closed shut, you heard Dutch say something to Arthur, who grumbled something out in response. A hearty laugh from Dutch filled the camp, and you just knew that Arthur’s face was beet red right now.
Undressing quickly, and now only in a chemise, you sat atop the bed, you glanced around your tent. Your tent, which was slowly becoming Arthur and your’s tent, was still lit up by candlelight. Your shared bed (which was yours and Arthur’s cots pushed together) sat in the middle, with the same pelt operating as your flooring. Arthur had yet to fully “move in” with you, but most of his belongings, which wasn’t a lot, sat beside yours. You guessed that in a few weeks he’d be offering his tent to the other members of camp.
Picking up your copy of A Cristmas Carol, you began reading, trying to pass the time as quickly as possible. 
─•~❉᯽❉~•─
As much as you tried to stay up, the minutes turning to hours as you waited for Arthur to return, you ended up falling asleep, not even tucked into the bedsheets. Your book lay open if you lap, as it had fallen out of your grip.
You don’t remember falling asleep, but you remember how the words on the page began to blur, and how it became so hard to focus on the narrative. Eventually, you succumbed, no longer fighting the growing heaviness on your eyelids. 
The bed shifting caused you to stir, groaning slightly as the kink in your neck made itself known, the awkward sleeping position causing your body to protest. You felt the blanket get pulled out from under your legs and wrapped around your body, then a warm body cuddling up next to you, arm resting on your midsection. Shuffling back until your back was flush with their front, you heard Arthur murmur out an apology for waking you. 
You adjusted so your head was now resting on your pillow, and you wove your fingers through Arthurs. “It’s alright,” your voice was heavy with sleep. “Took you long enough.”
“Sorry,” his breath tickled your ear as he spoke. “Dutch wanted me and Lenny to go scout somethin’ out. Went longer than we thought.”
You let out a light hum, and a yawn threatened to overtake you as you spoke. “Tell me more in the mornin’. Get some sleep.”
“Don’t gotta tell me twice,” Arthur replied, nuzzling into your hair and sighing deeply. 
Sleep came back easily, and you found yourself being roused a few hours later by the smell of coffee and light chatter. You and Arthur had swapped positions in the night, and you woke with an arm across him and your legs intertwined. 
As carefully as possible you disentangled from him, halting all movement when you heard his breathing change. Eventually you were free, and you sat on the edge of the bed. Glancing behind, you saw Arthur still fast asleep, a light snore coming from the man. 
It was nice, seeing him so at ease. The normal furrow in his brow was smoothed over, the creases around his eyes seemed less prominent. Everything about him seemed softer somehow, like all the troubles in his life had been sucked out of his body while he slept. You just hoped that one day you might bring him that same peace in the conscious world. 
Stretching as you stood, you quickly got dressed, being careful not to make any loud noises. You wore something simple today, opting for a pair of pants and a shirt. Eying Arthur’s growing pile of belongings, you chose to wear one of his button ups. You smiled as you put it on; despite being freshly cleaned, it still smelled like him.
Tucking the blue shirt in, you left your tent after putting your boots on. The bright morning sun caused you to squint heavily, making your way to the communal coffee pot. If you had to guess, you’d say it was about nine or so in the morning, most of the camp up at this point. Saying good morning to those you passed, you poured two cups of coffee, the liquid precariously sloshing over the edge of the cups as you walked back to your tent, drinking yours while you walked. 
You were about halfway back when you spotted Lenny sitting at one of the tables, who kept anxiously looking up at your tent while cleaning his gun. He gave you a polite smile as you approached, which heavily contradicted the impatient way he tapped his foot. As you got closer, you saw how tired he looked, and his eyes were bloodshot.
“Good morning, Lenny!” You greeted, trying your best to sound chipper. 
“G’morning, miss,” He tried his best to not sound annoyed, you could tell.
“Care to tell me why you’re glaring at my tent?” You teased.
Sheepishly, he dropped his gaze, the tapping of his foot slowly subsiding. “Sorry, miss. It’s just… I need Arthur up, and he’s in your tent, and I don’t wanna be improper and walk in there…”
Laughing loudly, you set one of the cups down on the table before patting him lightly on his shoulder. “You’re too good for us, kid. I’ll go get him up for you… if I get to come with you two, that is.”
“How’d you… you don’t even know what we’re doing.”
Shrugging, you took a sip of your drink. “I like surprises. So, do we have a deal? I’ll save you from having to walk into a lady’s tent, and then I get to tag along on whatever y’all are doing.”
“I guess,” Lenny sighed, but you could tell he wasn’t upset. He sounded more tired than anything.
With a final light tap on his shoulder, you picked up both drinks, taking another hearty sip from your own. “Thanks, Lenny.”
“Nah, thank you. From me and my dignity.”
His response had you rolling your eyes, shaking your head as you entered your tent. Excitement was growing in you, your desire to finally leave camp finally being fulfilled. Arthur was still passed out, and you felt bad for reaching down and shaking him gently. You watched his eyes flutter open, and you smiled warmly. 
“Good morning, pretty boy,” you brushed his hair back, and his eyes threatened to close again. He was barely awake, and you could tell because he had barely any reaction to what you called him. “Lenny’s waiting for you.”
That seemed to stir him, and he practically shot up out of bed, nearly causing you to spill both of your drinks. He cursed to himself, rubbing away the sleep from his eyes as he paced around the tent. He was still fully dressed from last night, the only things missing being his hat, shoes, and gunbelt, which you watched him grab and put on, turned partially away from you as he dressed. The furrow in his brow was back, and you also noticed the heavy dark circles under his eyes. 
Pressing the hot beverage into his hand, which he took with a soft thank you, you set you own on the nightstand before fixing the collar of his shirt which got all messed up during the night. “What time did you get back?” 
“Late,” he responded between gulps, either not noticing or caring that the liquid was scorching hot.
“Arthur…” you sighed. “You look exhausted.”
He just shrugged, neither agreeing with or denying your statement. “How long has it been since you’ve slept for more than four hours?” You’d always noticed how tired Arthur always was, pushed to his limits day in and day out, and this conversation wasn't new for either of you. Even before the two of you became lovers, you’d always hound him on his sleep, or lack of it. It was, however, the first time you’d asked him that question, and you could tell he was trying to come up with an answer or excuse. You found yourself coming up with a plan that would get you and Arthur away from camp, at least long enough to let him sleep for a while. 
“After we get done with whatever you and Lenny are doing, me and you are gonna take a little vacation. And you can’t say no.” You added that last bit when he opened his mouth to protest. 
As he woke up more, a confused look crossed his features as he comprehended what you said, and he turned towards you. “We?” 
“Yup. I’m going with y’all.”
“I don’t…” he trailed off with a sigh, realizing that arguing would be pointless. “Are you sure?” You nodded.  “Alright. We’ll fill you in on the details on the way there. Shouldn’t be too complicated.” He took a final gulp of his drink, and set the empty cup next to yours. “Also, you don’t gotta worry ‘bout me, princess. You focus on getting yourself back to normal.”
“But I am pretty much back to normal! And you’ve taken such good care of me these past few weeks, it’s time I return the favor.”
“You don’t owe me anything.” 
“Maybe I don’t. But I’m gonna do it anyway. I want to help you, to care for you. And like I already said, you can’t say no.” 
“You’re difficult, woman,” he shook his head, as if amused by your antics. “We’ll discuss this later. Don’t wanna make Lenny wait any longer.”
“Alright,” you accepted. “I’ll see you outside, love.”
Arthur actually short-circuited at the use of the new pet name, and you giggled as he stood there dumbfounded, and you left the tent before he could say anything. “Arthur’ll be right out, Lenny!” you shouted out, the man’s head snapping up as you spoke. 
Getting to his feet and slinging the very ocean repeater over his shoulder, Lenny gratefully smiled at you. “Thanks again, miss. Did he tell you anything or…?”
“Nothin’. Said you tell me on the way there, and that it ain’t supposed to be too difficult, apparently. Not that anything ever ends up that way,” the final part you muttered more to yourself, and it went unheard by the other. 
“You got a bandana? Gonna end up needin’ it. What we’re doing ain’t exactly lawful.”
“My favorite. Lemme go grab one-”
“I got it. Here,” you felt the cloth placed around your neck, Arthur securing it with a knot. “Go ahead and meet us by the horses, Lenny. We’ll be right there.”
With a nod, the younger gunslinger headed toward the hitching post. Adjusting your hair so that it sat over the bandana, Arthur then combed the stands back so that they were tucked behind your ears. “Is that my shirt?” He asked once Lenny was far enough away.
“You just noticed?” You chuckled, turning your head to look at him over your shoulder. 
“Shut it, princess.”
“Never.” You stuck your tongue out at him, then started heading toward Lenny. “You don’t mind, right?”
“God, not at all. I’d give you all of ‘em if it meant I’d get to see you wear ‘em every day.”
“Then what’d you wear?”
“Nothing, but I suppose you’d like that.”
Rolling your eyes, you faced forward to hide your expression as you imagined a shirtless Arthur. “Hush now,” you feebly reprimanded.
“Never.”
By this time you had reached your destination, mounting your horse (after thanking Lenny for saddling him up) who knickered excitedly. Both of you hadn’t been out of camp in some time, and you both missed the feel of the wind in your hair and the exhilaration of the ride. You wanted nothing more than to just bolt out of camp, but you held steady, tapping your fingers to try and let out some of the building energy within you.
Arthur, after mounting, took the lead as your group exited camp. After saying goodbye to Javier, who was standing at the front of camp on watch, Arthur began explaining the plan, going at an easy trot as the three of you rode, looking over at you as he spoke. 
It was a home robbery, and a rather large one at that. Located east of Valentine, about a mile or so from Emerald ranch, stood a large multi-story house that was rumored to be filled with precious items and jewels. Lenny and Arthur’s scouting provided intel about the guards that patrolled the ground, getting their general numbers and learning the relative schedule they operated on. By learning that information, they were able to figure out when it was best to move in order to not be spotted. 
Originally, when it was just going to be two of them, only Arthur was going into the house itself, Lenny staying back on watch, ready to create a distraction that would allow Arthur to leave unnoticed. But now that you were tagging along, it was up to you to decide what you wanted to do: join Arthur, or send Lenny with him and be on watch yourself. 
“Well, saying the last time I was on guard duty didn’t go so great, I’ll go in with Arthur.” Your “joke” seemed to only amuse you, but then you saw the way Lenny tried to hide a light chuckle. 
When Arthur had finished explaining, you were still only about a quarter of the way there, the casual pace Arthur had set making your journey slow. You tried not to seem too fidgety, knowing that Arthur and Lenny were quite tired and probably wouldn’t like to go as fast as you’d like, but there were a few times when you had to slow down TT and ease him back; it seemed you were both getting antsy. 
Arthur, bless him, took notice of this, and he moved himself off the road to let you take the lead. Taking your spot, you cocked your head, trying your best to keep your eyes on him. “Go to Emerald Ranch. Wait for us there.”
“Huh?”
“You look like you’re about to pull out all your hair. Go ‘head and ride out ahead of us, fast as you like… but be safe. We’ll meet you there.”
You’re sure you looked crazy with the excited grin on your face. “You’re serious?”
“Very. Now,” Arthur shooed you, “go.”
“I love you, Arthur Morgan,” you said, before taking off in a cloud of dust. It took little encouragement from you to get TT moving, snorting wildly as he pushed as hard as he could, happy to finally stretch his muscles out. With a loud whoop that bounced off the rocks and trees, you quickly rode away, Arthur and Lenny becoming small specks on the horizon. Arms outstretched and your eyes closed, you took in the feeling of the wind finally being back in your hair, trusting TT to take you to where you needed to go. 
You hadn’t even realized you were crying, the sheer happiness you were feeling overwhelming you. Yes, you loved being at camp, and you loved the people there, but you were starting to feel trapped. You knew that being put on a “bedrest” was for your health and to allow you to fully recover, but it was exhausting. You were still an outlaw at heart, and you needed to roam. You couldn’t be tied down to a place for so long, and a part of you knew that’s why you and Arthur became friends in the first place: two wild hearts that needed space to ride free, the only bonds holding you being the ones you held for each other in your hearts, not where you called “home” or where you lay your head at night. 
Opening your eyes again, the world around you passed in a blur as TT ran, hooves barely hitting the ground. As you passed other riders, you heard them cry out, startled, but you paid them no mind. Right now, you were allowed to be as selfish as you wanted on the road. You were barely able to make out a signpost that showed that you were going in the right direction. 
Patting his neck, you urged your horse onward, leaning forward and wrapping your arms around him, just like the last time. However, instead of it being the ride between life and death, it was a ride of pure joy. Joy that you had survived and overcame so much. Joy that you finally confessed to Arthur the love you had for him, and that he felt the same, and you were now closer to him more than you ever thought possible. Joy that despite the honestly shitty cards you and the gang had been dealt, you were all still thriving, able to create bonds and relationships in spite of the hardships. 
Life, in all of its bullshit, was treating you well. You were going to enjoy it for as long as you could, and you were going to do everything in your power to bring Arthur the same joy you felt. 
─•~❉᯽❉~•─
You arrived at Emerald Ranch nearly fifteen minutes before the other two.
Letting your horse drink heavily from one of the many troughs available, you walked around the area, chatting with a few of the farmhands as you waited for Lenny and Arthur to arrive. You had even traded some items with the fence, Seamus, for a little extra cash, in the middle of stuffing it into your saddlebag when you heard them approach. 
“You already robbed the place?” Lenny joked as you remounted, falling back to your original position in the formation. You were surprised, however, when Arthur didn’t take the lead, instead motioning for Lenny to lead the way as he took his spot next to you.
“Y’all were taking too long,” you chuckled. “Nah, just selling a few trinkets I had.”
“Get a good amount for ‘em?”
“Nothin’ crazy. But money’s money.”
“Take what you can get, I guess,” Lenny shrugged, falling into silence as he continued forward.
“How was your ride?” Arthur asked, finally speaking since meeting you at the ranch, which you had now left. 
“Amazing. It was… needed. Thank you, Arthur.” You beamed brightly.
“Of course. Can’t blame you for wantin’ to do that.” You watched him glance towards Lenny to see if he was paying attention before leaning over, as well as he could, to whisper to you. “And, for the record, I love you too.”
“I guess if we’re saying things for the record,” Lenny didn’t even bother to turn around as he interjected, “then you should know that this one turned bright red once you left. Didn’t think I’d ever see a man like him that flustered, but here we are.”
“Aw,” you cooed, flicking the rim of Arthur’s hat down as he was still leaning close to you. “Did I embarrass you, Arthur?”
“Am I really gettin’ ganged up on by both of y’all?” Arthur sat back upright now, scoffing in disbelief when you and Lenny both nodded. “I see how it is, then. Well, I’ll just leave you two to it…” Arthur sighed, a slight grin peeking up at the corners of his mouth. 
“No,” you dragged the word out, nearly falling out of your saddle as you reached to grab his reins. “I’m sorry,” you laughed. 
“I ain’t,” Lenny countered. 
“Remind me why I keep you around, kid?”
“Well, it ain’t up to you if I stay or go. And I distinctly remember you asking me to go with you on this.”
“And I am startin’ to regret my decision.”
“You can always change your mind. Want me to go get John? Or Sean?”
“I pick you, cause unlike them, you don’t annoy me. Which is slowly startin’ to change.”
You had held on to Arthur’s reins during this entire exchange, you head moving back and forth as they spoke. “What has gotten into both of you?” You couldn’t help laughing in surprise. 
Finally, Lenny looked at you. “Sorry, miss. Just… tired.”
“Promise me you’ll get some sleep when we get back. Both of you,” you made sure to look at Arthur when you said this. “I’ll talk to Dutch, see if I can’t get a break for the two of you. There are sure as hell others who can do this type of work, if only for a day.”
“That ain’t necessary-” you cut Lenny off with a raised brow. “Alright. Thanks, miss.”
“Of course. And don’t think I forgot about what I told you, Arthur.”
“No I didn’t.” He responded unenthusiastically. 
Wonderful. Now,” you finally let go of Arthur’s horse, “let’s go rob these sons of bitches.”
It took about twenty minutes for your group to reach your target, pulling off the trail and into a thicket as the house came into view. Dismounting and then sending the horses away, you stayed crouched behind Arthur as the two men made their way to the house, keeping to the dense underbrush, remaining undetected by the guards you saw. 
Arthur held a hand up, and you came to a halt, and he pulled out binoculars and a pocket watch. Quickly surveying the area, he then handed the binoculars to the other man before checking the time. “Right. Here’s the plan. You see them guards over there?” Arthur pointed to two of the guards that patrolled one of the side entrances to the house. “They rotate out every hour, meanin’ theres about a two minute window where there’s no one. That’s when we move. Inside, from what we can tell, isn’t heavily guarded, but be cautious. There shouldn’t be any homeowners or servants or anything like that either.”
 Arthur now pointed at the house. “Once we’re inside, you can take the top floor. When you’re done, meet where we entered. Lenny will give us twenty minutes, then he’ll create a ruckus, giving us an opportunity to leave. We’ll meet up at Emerald Ranch, then head back.” He took a deep breath. “Make sense?”
“Yeah. How long until the next rotation?”
“It’s 10:53, so about seven minutes. I’ll give you a heads up.”
Nodding, you settled back on to your haunches, adjusting the equipment on your body as you waited. “Are you fine with what you’re doing, Lenny?”
“Yes, miss. Ain’t my first time doing it. Arthur can vouch for me.”
“He'll be fine.”
Content, you sat in silence for the next couple minutes, staring off into space until someone pulling your hand had you refocusing back on reality. Arthur’s face was now covered by his bandana, but his eyes crinkled as he pulled you along, and he motioned for you to affix your own bandana. Securing the fabric, you relinked your hand with his, keeping crouched as the two of you approached the house, being mindful of any branches or twigs that you might step on that would alert the guard.
Just like Arthur had said, when the top of the hour rolled around, the two guards stationed at the side left, turning their backs to you as they moved to their new spots. Glancing both ways, he bolted for the side once he deemed it clear, holding on tight to you. The door, thank goodness, was unlocked, and the two of you slipped inside, seemingly unnoticed.
The first part, and arguably the hardest, was done. Glancing around, you took the large bag that Arthur handed you as you both took in as much as you could. You were standing, wll, crouching in a large walled in  dining area; a large oak table stood in the center adorned with expensive china and silverware; a tall china cabinet stood in the corner, various baubles hiding within the shelves; a large staircase was directly at your right, which you started to make your way towards, stopping when Arthur grabbed your hand. 
“Promise me, that if you get caught, you’ll get the hell out. Run. Don’t look back.” He spoke low to not alert anyone, but it made it no less emphatic. His words were surprisingly familiar; the last time he spoke like that was right before you got kidnapped.
“And my answer is still the same: I can’t promise anything, but for you I will try.” It was all you could say before you went back to trying to climb the staircase, time being a limited resource. You had seen the fear in Arthur’s eyes, and you could feel your own worry for him as well. Things were different now, and there was more on the line this time. But you couldn’t afford any anxieties; you had a job to do.
─•~❉᯽❉~•─
You had to commend yourself on a job well done, clearing the top floor quickly and efficiently. You bag was almost filled to the top, and you slung it over your shoulder, looking like some evil version of St. Nicholas. The house had no shortage of jewelry, gems, and other valuable items, and you doubted whoever owned them was going to be missing them for long. 
Shuffling slowly down the stairs so as to not make too much noise, and you sat on the bottom step as you waited for Arthur to finish, as you literally had no room to carry anything else. Making sure your bag was securely closed, you peeked through one of the windows that were parallel to the door you had entered. Two new guards stood watch, chatting with each other without a care in the world, not aware that two people were currently robbing the place of all its valuables. 
Arthur only took a few more minutes than you, bag equally as heavy as he plopped down next to you on the stairs. Pulling out the pocket watch, he read the time, before turning towards you to read. 
11:16. 
Sighing, you leaned back, the back of your head thumping against the hardwood flooring. You dared not speak, just in case, but you let your guard down slightly. There was no one in the house, just as Arthur had said. It seemed like this whole adventure was going to go off without a hitch, for once. 
Maybe you were too relaxed, because when you felt Arthur rest his hand on your thigh, you jumped out of your skin. It was hard to tell because of the mask, but you think he whispered an apology. As Arthur rubbed the muscles there, you felt yourself relaxing again, resting your head back and closing your eyes.
You weren’t expecting Arthur to slowly bring his touch further up your thigh, massaging as he went. Peeking at him, you found him already looking at you. He halted his exploration, raising his brow in silent questioning as he tested the waters. When you nodded, he didn’t continue, still giving you plenty of time to change your mind if you wanted. 
“Please,” you doubted he could even hear you, but he seemed to understand, continuing up your thigh at a slow pace. He shifted closer to you, the creak of the wood barely audible over your heartbeat hammering in your ears. Still holding eye contact with you, he continued his ascent, mere inches away from the junction of your thigh and hip. 
Instead of moving inward, however, you felt his touch disappear before reemerging on your other thigh, repeating the same process as he caressed you. You said nothing, only letting out small pleased sighs that were only audible to you. 
Finally reaching the apex of your thigh, his squeezing and massaging turned to featherlight touches, barely felt through the material of your pants. Running his fingers across your hips, he repeated the motion a few times, laughing when he heard you finally let out an audible noise, which was a frustrated huff. Like last time, he was so close to where you wanted him to touch you, but he remained so far. You knew that he wasn’t going to do anything here, in the middle of robbing a home of all things, but a part of you hoped that he would just throw all caution in the wind and take you right there.
As soon as the touches started, they left. Arthur leaned back, looking almost startled in a way, like he’d just been snapped out of a trance of sorts. “Shit… I’m sorry, I don’t mean to tease-”
Shouting from outside had his head snapping towards it, and you were immediately on your feet, peering outside the window with Arthur behind you. His proximity behind you wasn’t helping you calm down, but you forced it down. There would be time later to get him back for his teasing, but right now it was time to go. 
Lenny, back on his horse, had approached the house, standing far enough away to lead the guards away from the house. The two guards were only a few feet from Lenny now, and roughly twenty feet away from the house, giving you enough clearing to leave. They were engaged in a heated discussion, one of the guards training his gun on Lenny while the other did more of the talking. 
Both of you slung the bags over your shoulders, the metal items clunking as they were jostled around. Grabbing your hand, he led you out the front door, moving slowly to not create any too much noise. The argument with Lenny seemed to have the guards full attention, and loud enough to allow you guys to move faster. 
Before long, you were far enough away to safely whistle for your horse, who came running from a nearby bush. Both of you secured your bags to the horses, riding as far away from the house as you could and toward Emerald Ranch. Pulling the bandana off, the breeze did little to cool you down, the fire consuming you only able to be put out by one thing. The look in Arthur’s eyes as he rode away had you shifting in your saddle, but not because you were uncomfortable. You took off after him, and you took a steadying breath. 
It was going to be a long ride back.
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ROAD TRIP PT.2
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(Touching , teasing ,dirty talk , dom-Matt, smutt , chocking,slapping,use of names like ma,mama,slut,daddy)
(Playing in the background of this scene)
“If I touch you will you will you be a good girl and stay quite for me”
“Ye-yes Matt I promise”
Good girl now spread your legs for me
I spread my legs as side as they would go giving him access to my soaked core that was just begging for him to touch it.
Good girl Fuck your wet
Ma-Matt what if someone sees you
We’re on backroads going 60 I don’t think anyone is gonna be paying that much attention if they pass us
Yeah I guess your right
Take your thing off for me
Oh-okay
I was even more scared now that someone would see me fully bare for him spread out like this but honestly I wanted him to touch me more.
Good girl Fuck do you always get that wet ma
I umm idk
Fuck your so gorgeous
As much as I’m loving this you have to keep your eyes on the road
He looks at me once more before turning his attention to the road as he moves his slender fingers to my clit rubbing small circles
F-Fuck Matt mmmh
That feel good ma
Yes Matt Fuck
He inserts two fingers in me causing me to gasp
Oh f-Fuck Matt feels so good
Such a good girl for me letting me touch you like this
Mmm Fuck Matt I’m gonna cum
Yeah you wanna cum mama
Yes Fuck oh I wanna cum so bad
Beg for it
He says as he curls his fingers and starts moving his hand faster making me get even closer to my orgasm.
F FUCK MATT PLEASE PLEASE LET ME CUM
Fuck you sound so hot when you beg so pathetically cum in my fingers mama
FU-FUCK MATT IM GONNA CUM
Come on ma give it to me I wanna hear your pretty cries as you cum on my fingers
FUCK M-MATT IM CUMMING MMMM FUCK FUCK
That’s it good fucking girl
Jesus Fuck Matt I said gripping his arm so he would stop thrusting them into me .
God he was so fingers I can’t even imagine how good he is with his mouth and dick but I hope I find out.
He pulls his fingers out of me and put them r his mouth and sucks my juices off of them causing me to moan it was just so fucking hot
Mmm your so sweet god if we weren’t in the car I’d be devouring that Pussy right now
Oh really what else would you be doing to me if we weren’t in this car. I said seductively
Mmm your just gonna have to wait to find out
Fuck . How long do we have left
About uhhhh 15 hours.
What the fuck you know I actually really hate road trips. We should have flown there
Aww but then we wouldn’t have all this alone time
Yeah true but maybe these 15 hours will go by REALlyyy quicklyyy
Yeahhhh it definitely won’t feel like an eternity . He says smiling at me making me smile.
Are we planning on stopping to sleep for the night or are we just gonna drive all the way there
No we’re stopping in about an hour since it’s getting late I found a stop where you can park over night and we’ll sleep there
Okay
Started playing as we sat in comfortable silence after I got my underwear back on and sat back with Matt’s hand rubbing small circles on my thigh.
The hour went by fast and we reached the stop no one else was there which surprisingly I was happy about made me feel a little safer about sleeping there.
Me and Matt ran into the bathroom area to brush our teeth and go to the bathroom before we headed back to the car to start getting ready to go to bed . Matt put the back seats down and he
Laid out the blankets and pillows he brought so we would sleep more comfortably.
Alright ready to go to sleep I’m exhausted?
Yeah I’m fucking tired
It was about 1 am at this point and I could feel my eyes getting heavy I know he must be tired from driving so long..
Can we cuddle I’m a little creeped out right now
Of course gorgeous and yeah I’m a little creeped out too
Matt cuddles into me . Me being small spoon his being big .
Goodnight y/n
Goodnight Matt
We bought dozed off pretty quickly since we were so tired.
-skip 8 hours of sleep
I woke up and was blinded by the sun I looked over at Matt I guess we moved around in our sleep since Matt was sprawled out with his arms over his head and his face was facing me but he looked so fucking hot he was shirtless and I could see his cut v-line making my mouth water. I also couldn’t help but smile at how cute he looked as he slept peacefully. Today I’ll be driving the rest of the 15 hours we have left to be honest i’m dreading it but it’s only fair since he drove all day yesterday. I looked for my phone so I could check what time it was when my phone load up I saw it. It was about 12 in the afternoon. I didn’t think we’d sleep for that long, but I’m not mad about it. We needed good rest for getting through the rest of this road trip. I decided to wake up mad because I really had to pee and I didn’t wanna go alone.
Hey Matt wake up I gotta pee
Hmm what he said in a husky morning voice making my stomach tumble and my pussy to flutter .
I said wake up I gotta pee
God what time is it
Twelve
Dayummm we got some good sleep let me put my shirt on then we can go to the bathrooms
Okay . I usually sleep with no pants but it got so cold in here last night I had to wear some
He put his shirt on and we got out of the car locking it and heading to the bathrooms .
I went pee ran some cold water over my face and then walked out meeting Matt . As we were heading back to the car Matt went to the drivers seat .
Matt wait I’m driving today
No no it’s fine I want to drive
Are you sure I can drive you don’t have to ! You drive the whole day yesterday
No I promise I’m good to drive just sit and relax
Alright I mean I’m not complaining but just let me know if you get tired and wanna switch
I will now get in we got a long road ahead of us
Ugh let’s get these 15 hours over with
We started driving as we listened to frank ocean, kid cudi, Mac miller and the killers.
So uh what you feeling today
What do you mean
Like uh feeling frisky like yesterday or
Not right now no why
No reason just asking
Hmm okayyy
So do you wanna just chill when we get to the cabin . We could just unpack settle in and make a fire and watch some movies
Yeah that sounds good to me I mean we have three weeks to do shit there so you know we don’t have to go crazy our first night or even our second night
Alright yeah let’s lay low tonight and tomorrow we are gonna have to get dinner though and stop by the store for some groceries at some point
True I’ll look for a place to eat when we get close and we can just stop in our way in
Sounds good but uh anything sound good for lunch
Yeah I kinda really what chick fil a
Okay I’ll put in a stop on directions for the next one
Okay also how does Italian sounds for dinner
That’s sounds great to me
Okay cool I’ll call real quick to make sure we won’t need a reservation
*Call to restaurant*
Okay we don’t need to make a reservation we’re good
Alright sounds good
I cant stop looking at Matt he’s just so mesmerizing his hair is so fluffy his eyes are so blue his lips are so pink and perfect I just want to his him and his neck is just mmm god I wanna put hickeys all over it every-time he swallows my stomach flutters a little the way his Addams apple bobs makes me hot idk why but I’m weirdly attracted to prominent Adams apples just something about em you know.
Hey you good
What oh oh yeah sorry
Your good you were just staring really hard at my neck so I wanted to make sure you were good
Oh yeah sorry I was just looking at your adams apple
What why hahah
I don’t know I just think they are hot
Oh really he says with a smirk
Yeah idk why but I do
Interesting
I just laughed a little at his confused but intrigued face.
Matt tells me we’re getting off on the next exit for chick fill a so I went ahead and places a mobile order for us so we could get in and out quickly.
We got our food and kept on driving .
Damn I didn’t realize how hungry I really was
Yeah you demolished that shit
Yeah I know I’m shocked I’ve never finished a meal that fast
Real
I smiled at him and started playing one of our favorite songs and we started singing along to Justin’s verse since it’s the best part.
So uhh I was thinkin
Okay what about
Just how wet for me you were yesterday
Oh uh ye-yeah
Have you ever you know thought about me doing stuff like that to you before
Oh uhhh yeah I guess yeah
How much
Umm a lot I guess
Oh really any of those times been when I’m with you
I mean yeah I guess you know sometimes when I sit on your lap at party’s or when you look at me a specific way or even at sleepovers when we share a bad
Mmmm he says in a thinking tone
Why have you thought about me like this before
Oh trust me over done more than just think about it
Ohhh so you touch yourself and think of me is what your saying
No what I’m saying is the thoughts I have if you are the reason I touch myself
Mmm that’s hot
Really
Yeah
Oh well then
You remember that guy James who I had a little thing with a couple months ago
Yeah why?
You wanna know the reason we broke it off
Yeah i guess
I accidentally moaned your name instead of his when he was Fucking me and might I say he was doing a really bad job
Holy shit that’s funny you did nottt
Yep I sure did and he got so mad he slapped me and told me to never talk to him again
Damn
Yeah I thought it was pretty funny if I don’t say so my self
No yeah that’s fucking funny but also really hot to know you were thinking of me when another guy was fucking you
Oh yeah
Yeah
Hmm
Hmmm
I also have a dildo I pretend is you sometimes
Oh fuck
That caused Matt to shift in his seat and I couldn’t help but notice the huge bulge in his sweatpants.
Ooh someone is getting a lil excited
Oh shut up it’s you fault
So if it’s my fault I should probably fix it huh
Oh yeah I mean idk road head seems pretty dangerous
Yeah but I would make you feel so good I say as I run my hand over his bulge causing his breathe to hitch.
Oh Fuck okay fine
I smile as I unbuckle and bend over the middle console and untie his sweats and pull them down till his dick pops out and FUCK ME ITS BIIIIIIG.
LIKE BIIIIIIG BIIIG.
I kinda had a feeling he was big but god damn this is more than I imagined .
Fuck Matt your huge
Well are you gonna sit and stare or are you gonna be a good girl and fucking suck it
Mmm idk I might sit here and stare for a bit
I said laughing a little afterwards at his reaction he gave me a death stare and tightened his hands in the wheel.
I slowly bring my mouth down to his tip and kiss it causing Matt’s breathe to hitch I slowly bring his dick into my mouth and fuck my life I’m already gagging on not even half of him he’s so thick that my mouth feels like it’s slowly tearing at the sides but I power through. I start bobbing my head on what’s in my mouth and bringing my hand s down in what I can’t fit. I gagging and drooling all over his dick as I suck faster and harder causing Matt to let out small whimpers and moans that are driving me crazy.
Come on ma I know you can take more in your mouth
I shook my head no at him there is no way I can fit more .
Yes you fucking can if you won’t do it I’ll make you
I pull my head off him for a second so I can talk
Don’t you fucking dare push my head down Mathew or I swear to god
I go back down to sucking him in running my tongue across the vain on the bottom when all the sudden he starts thrusting into my mouth causing me to gag and choke .
Tears are streaming down my face and grab his thigh trying to stop him from thrusting into me but he didn’t budge instead he grabs my hair and forces me to hold my head onto him while he thrusts deeper causing me to deep throat at-least half of him .
Mmmm you look so hot struggling on my dick ma
His words cause me to moan and suck harder bringing him closer to finishing.
Fuckk ma your so fucking good taking me like a good girl
I moan again and feel his hips stutter and his dick twitch in my mouth he lets go of my head letting me come up I start sucking on his tip causing him to moan loudly he sounds so hot that it makes me moan around him . The vibrations from my moan send him over the edge as he came in my mouth.
I swallow but continue sucking him having a newfound confidence I take him down my throat.
FUCK Y/n st-stop I already c-came ma
I come up from him with a smile on my face proud of the work I just did .
God your so fucking beautiful ,all fucked out from ducking my dick
Mmm yeah yeah but seriously Matt your huge my jaw hurts so bad right now
Ehh you’ll be fine drama queen
Fuck you
Oh trust me you will
No way that’s fitting in me
Oh really
Mhm I haven’t had sex in like a year and a half it’s gonna take a lot of 4 play to even get that shit in
Well lucky for you I love 4play I’ll make you cum so many times it’ll slide right in
Oh yeahhh okay Matt whatever you say
What don’t believe me
No guy has made me cum even once so have fun trying to do it multiple times
Seriously no one made you cum even once what the fuck
Nope
Have they even tried
Yeah until they get bored and stop or they just cum to quickly and Don’t even try to make me cum after most guys just care about them cumming and not me
Well don’t worry I’m not like that at all
Oh really and what makes you so different
I thrive off making a girl cum and I last pretty long so
Oh yeah and what’s “long “ to you
2 hours sometimes three
Damn
What haha
Nothing that’s just a long time
Yeah but at-least it means I’m not cumming in 10 and leaving you laying there wanting more
Yeah I guess that’s true I don’t think I’ve had sex longer than 30 minutes
Really?
Yeah like I said most guys don’t last very long
Hmm maybe your Pussy is just so good they can’t help themselves
Oh yeah for sure that’s it
We both laughed and I turned up the song that’s started playing.
God I love this song
Yeah it’s good I’ve heard you okay it a couple times
Yeah it’s my hyper fixation song right now
What makes you like it so much
Well I love background beat it just makes you wanna sway around you know how I love making a whole movie scene in my head to songs
Yeah and I love hearing about em
Really you do
Yeah what’s yours for this song
Well It feels kinda like a Halloween song with the background music so I envision a girl in the woods like a party in the woods with rave lights and stars and the moon shining and she’s just standing around in a crowed of people dancing by a fire pit and she just swaying her hips running her hands over her body and then a guy walks up to her and asks if he can dance with her and she says yes cause he’s like the most beautiful guy she’s ever seen so she turns around and they sway together and he runs his hands over her sides and up to her neck making her arch her head into his chest kinda like in the crook of his neck as he whispers things into her ear.
Wow you make all this up in your head to a 2 minute song
Yeah I’m very imaginative
You don’t say but you really set the scene I could see it playing in my head as you explained
Good I’m glad I explained it well
Oh yeah perfectly explained
We both smiled at each other I started to feel like I had to pee so I told him and he said he looks for the next stop we only had about 5 hours left of our drive which was exciting.
We stopped to pee then got back on the road
Okay let’s make a list of things we need from the store
Okay ummm we’ll need stuff to cook for breakfast
Okay maybe some pancake mix and chocolate chips , bacon , fruit, some chips , hot chocolate mix and coffee, some type of sodas and then we can figure out some stuff that we can cook for dinner a couple nights .
Sounds good to me
Alright got a list well go after dinner yeah
Yep sounds good
I decided to take a nap the rest of the drive
I got woken up by a light tapping on my cheek
Hey y/n wake up we’re at the restaurant
Hmmm what
We’re at the restaurant sweetheart
Oh okay let me out my shoes on
Yeah your gonna want to out on a jacket to it’s snowing
Ugh already
Yeah but it looks so pretty
I got my shoes on and we went in and got sat at our table.
We ate our food pretty fast since we haven’t eaten anything but snacks in the car
We got back in the car and went to the store to get all the shut we needed which was a lot just incase we got snowed in for a couple days.
We reached the Airbnb after about a 30 minute ride.
We got out and started unloading or stuff we started unpacking the groceries into the fridge and I couldn’t help but get distracted by the kitchen it was literally like my dream kitchen.
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I decided to go check out the rest of the house since Matt said he got the bags and didn’t want me to get covered in snow.
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The staircase was even fucking cool. I kept going up until I reached the second floor there was a small room to the left and then two big doors at the end I guessed it was the master room and walked in .
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What the fuck first it’s huge and the bed is right by the window making it feel cozy but dark.
I take a look around and look for the place to put unpack my clothes. I didn’t see a dresser so I took that as there has to be a closet . I look to the left and see a big door guessing it’s either the bathroom or closet . I go to open it and wow .
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Just wow I mean it’s amazing how they designed this place .
I cant wait to shower in there honestly it’s cool asf.
I go back out so I can actually find the closet when I hear Matt call my name .
Y/N YOU GOTTA COME SEE THIS.
COMING. WAIT WHERE ARE YOU.
THE BASEMENT LEVEL
OKAY IM COMING
I ran back down the stairs as fast as I could
When I reached the basement level I called for Matt
IM IN HERE ALL THE WAY DOWN THE HALL
OKAY IM COMING
I followed where he said he was and…
OMG coolest shit I’ve ever seen i audibly gasped
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This is so fucking COOL
I know right he says smirking at me
matt came around me hugging me from the back holding tightly
Matt.. what are you doing
nooooothingggg
all the sudden he picked me up I knew damn well what he was going to do
MATHEW BERNARD I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU THR-
all the sudden im submerged into the warm water mind you FULLY FUCKING CLOTHED
I come up to the surface couching then glaring at matt
MATT WHAT THE FUCK
YOU USED MY MIDDLE NAME THATS WHAT YOU GET
I got an idea I smiled up at him swimming to the edge
can you at least help me out of here
yeah fine he says putting his hand out to me I reach and then yank on it pulling him in
I laugh to myself as I watch him flip into the water
he comes up for air coughing
OH YOUR DEAD
OH YEAH COME GET ME THEN
I said starting to swim way from him to the other end only to get pulled back by my foot
your not getting away that easily princess
the name giving me butterflies as he pulls me into him .
matt let go
mmm no
ugh I huff out trying to get out of his grip
starting to regret your decisions hmm
nope
well your about to he says before yanking my shirt over my head exposing my tits to him.
fuck mama your tits are so nice
oh shut up suddenly he starts sucking on my left nipple sending my head back and a moan slips out of my mouth.
he keeps sucking then moving to my right sucking and biting at it making me a moaning mess. he moves to by neck sucking harshly definitely leaving marks.
mmm fuck matt
yeah you like when I leave marks on you
mhm I whine out as I shake my head yes
he kisses up to my ear then slightly nipping at my earlobe he doesn't know but I love that shit .
I wrap my arms around his neck as I move my legs to wrap around his waist.
matt I whine out as he continues leaving marks all over my neck
he kisses up to my face and then harshly kisses me . God his lips feel so perfect on mine
I move my hands down his chest and start pulling his shirt up he disconnects our lips so I can fully pull his shirt over his head.
He comes back into the kiss and I run my nails down his torso causing him to groan into my mouth.
He moves his hands down my back to grab my ass causing me to moan into the kiss. he moves his hand to the waistband of my pants and starts pulling them down so drop my legs from around him to make it easier.
Once they are off I move my hands down to his waistband and start pulling his pants off as he helps by stepping out of them both of us left in our underwear.
lets take this up to the room mama
okay
We both swim to the stairs and start stepping out immediately being hit with cold air my nipples and boobs hardening more than I thought was possible .
I start shivering and matt notices so he grabs me and throws me over his shoulder as he starts making his way to the stairs leading back upstairs.
matt I say giggling as my body sways over his back
put me down
oh I will in a minute don't worry he says as he slaps my ass
I moan as we reach the top of the stairs and he starts walking to the room.
we enter and he throws me down onto the bed
he immediately rips my underwear off causing me to gasp.
he moves his fingers through my slit
Fuck ma your soaked
mmmm I moan out from his fingers grazing me and his words
he pushes two fingers into me causing my hand to grasp at his bicep and a load moan to escape my mouth
you sound so pretty when you moan for me ma
f-fuck matt feels so good
mmm yeah you like when my fingers are in you don't you
y-yes matt fuck
he starts thrusting them in and out faster as he moved his face in-between my legs and start sucking on my clit
FUCK MATT OH M-MY GOD
he starts sucking my clit harder as he curls his fingers hitting the perfect spot
F-FUCK MATT JUST LIKE THAT FUCK IM GONNA CUM
your gonna have to ask for permission to cum
mmm matt fuck please please
please what slut
FUCK PLEASE CAN I CUM PLEASE PLEASE
fuck you sounds so hot when you beg but yeah ma cum all over my face
F-FUCK MATT IM CUMMING MMMM MY G-GOD
good fucking girl that's it
fuck fuck I say as I come down from my high
he pulls his fingers out and brings them to his mouth sucking my juices off.
fuck that's hot
oh yeah? he says with a smirk
mhm I say smirking back
you know what would be even hotter
what
you calling me daddy
oh uuuuuh idk ive never really done that before
do you wanna make me happy
more than anything
then call me daddy
okay Fine ill do it
good girl he says as he grabs me by the throat bringing me into a heated wet kiss
I moan into the kiss as his other hand goes down to remove his boxers
he pulls away as he spits down onto his dick and fuck me something about it made me moan it was just so hot
you like watching me spit on my cock ma
mhm I whimper looking into his eyes
he starts to line his tip to my soaked entrance
he slowly pushes into me causing me to wince at the way he's stretching me
you okay mama he asks slightly concerned im guessing my face was showing my discomfort
mhm yeah your just stretching me the fuck out
I know ma im sorry but don't worry you'll be okay in a second
mhm I know you can keep moving
he starts pushing in more of his length causing me to whimper
fuckkk your so fucking tight
mmm fuck matt
you doing okay ma that's only half
fuck that's only half I whimper out
he chuckles out a yeah
fuck just go all the way in
are you sure
yeah -yeah ill be okay
he pushes all the way in causing a whimpery cry to escape my mouth
ive never had a guy stretch me out this much im not so used to the feeling
fuck ma your squeezing me so tight
mm fuck your so big matt
let me know when I can move
o-okay you can move
he starts slowly thrusting in and out the stretching sensation slowly going away as it morphs into pure pleasure
F-fuck your taking me so well
f-fuck matt go faster
mmm no im not going faster until I hear the word daddy leave your mouth
f-fuck daddy please go faster
good fucking girl he says as he grabs my neck and spreads up his thrusts.
MMM FUCK DADDY YOUR S-SO DEEP
yeah fuck your so fucking wet for me
F-FUCK MATT IM ALREADY SO CLOSE
yeah you wanna fucking cum
fu-fuck yes pl-please
beg for it he says gripping my throat harder
p-PLEASE DADDY FUCK CAN I CUM
yes slut you can cum cover my fucking cock
my legs start shaking as I inch closer to my orgasm
F-FUCK FUCK IM GONNA CUM
come on ma give it to me he says as he bring one hand down and starts rubbing my clit
FUCK OH MY GOD DA-DADDYYY
I scream out as I cum all over his dick
that's a good girl summing all over my cock fuck squeezing me so hard
f-fuck matt i moan as I come down from my high as he keeps fucking into me .
I start to become overstimulated from my two orgasms ive already had
f-fuck s-slow down I c-cant take it
no slut I know you fucking can now spread your legs wider
f-fuck I c-cant its to much
I wasn't fucking asking now either you do it or I do it for you he says as he slaps me across the face
I whimper as I spread my legs wider for him and move my hands to his back as he fucks into me faster
good girl your listening so well
FUCK your s-so fucking deep I c-cant take it I say as I move my hands to his hips to try and push him out
oh no no keep your fucking hands down
matt I cant take it I say as tears stream down my face from how deep he's hitting sending me even more overstimulated
he pulls out as he garbs my hair tightly causing me to whine
turn over ass up . now.
mmm no I cant
no? okay fine ill do it then he says as he grabs my hips flipping me then forcing me down by by my back to arch for him
he thrusts back in now going hard and rough hitting so deeply my legs shake and I cant stop the moans from escaping me
FUCK DADDY OH-M-MY GOD I CANT I say reaching back trying to push him out . he harshly grabs my arms holding them behind my back before he leans down to my ear.
keep your hands to . your. self im not gonna fucking tell you again he says dominantly as he slaps my ass hard causing me to buck and whine he does it 5 more times before running his hand over the hand mark soothing it.
F-FUCK DADDY OH MY GOD IM GONNA CUM
yeah you gonna cum all over my cock
yes GOD YES FUCK
give it to me mama come on
oh fuck FUCK FUCK JESUS I scream as I cum undone
good girl that's it awww look at you shaking and squirming
JESUS MATT PLEASE I CANT TAKE ANYMORE
he pulls out of me as I flop down onto my stomach ad flip over to look at his as tears stream down my face as my legs shake uncontrollably
your doing so good for me such a good girl he says stroking my face softly as I catch my breath.
he shoves two fingers into me causing me to gasp he curls them and moves them at a fast pace at this point im squirming and writhing underneath him I move my hands to his wrists begging him to stop
he grabs my arms and holds them above me as I scream moan as I feel a new high coming on
fuck you hear how wet you are for me
mhm MHMMMM FUCK DADDY
you gonna squirt for me mama I know you are I can feel you pushing into my fingers
FUCK MATT OH MY GOD I scream out as I feel my juices leaking out of me and spraying out onto the bed and matt
fuckkk good girl that's it
I start trying to move away from his hand kicking my legs becoming so overstimulated I wanna cry its painful but in a good way.
he lays down and pulls me onto his lap as he kisses me deep and possessively.
I grind down on his hard dick causing me to squirm from it rubbing my swollen and sensitive clit.
your gonna ride me baby think you can handle that
I-ill t-try
good girl lift your hips for me
I do as he says. He lines himself up to my whole and helps me sink down .
I start to try and bounce the best I can since my legs are still shaking pretty bad he helps as he keeps a firm grip on my hips lifting me up and down onto him.
fuckkkk you look so fucking hot onto of me
fuck matt m-my legs are so t-tired I c-cant
he wraps his arms around me and brings my chest to his and starts pounding into me from underneath hitting a spot that has me screaming for him
MATT MATT OH MY GOD
god- your doing so good taking me so well
I tighten around him as I squirt all over his cock and the bed
fucking shit such a good girl he says as I shake onto of him
f-fuck matt im so o-overstimulated I ca-cant take anymore
come here its okay mama ill give you a minute to calm down
I lay on his chest with his dick still in me as he rubs my back softly
I slowly start to calm down as I feel my pussy pulse around him as I start to crave him again.
you wanna flip back over baby ill go easy on you I promise
ye-yeah but I want it rough matt
are you sure I don't actually want to hurt you
I promise ill be okay so what if I won't be able to walk tomorrow its not like were going anywhere
okay mama flip over legs up on my shoulders
I slide off of him as I lay on my back and he hovers over me helping me lips my shaking legs over his shoulders.
he pushes back into me causing me to let out a load moan
fuck I love this little pussy
f-fuck matt so fucking deep
yeah you like that want it rougher baby
y-yes fuck please daddy please
he starts pounding into me hard causing me to scream out as my legs start shaking really hard .
he moves down to kiss me causing my legs to meet my chest and give him and even deeper angle
I moan into the kiss he moves his hand to my neck causing me to clench around him .
you like when I choke you don't you slut he says with a smirk on his face
mmmmmm fuck yes I love it
such a little slut for my cock aren't you
I cant even get words to come out of my mouth as he's pounding me so hard all I see is stars
answer me he spits out slapping me across the face
fuck yes im - a-slut for you fuckkkk
who's slut are you
yours fuck d-daddy all yours
such a good little slut for me god look at you shaking
f-fuck can I cum please please please
cum on my cock baby
with his words I come undone so hard my hips lift off the mattress and buck into his my eyes rolling to the back of my head as my hearing goes out for a couple seconds from how hard im cumming.
fuckkk your squeezing my cock so hard god damn
f-fcuk matt oh my god I say as my breath hitches as I come down from my high.
such a good girl for me im getting close I promise
fuck matt c-can you slap me again I say kinda hesitant.
yeah you like that
y-yes fuck please slap me
he slaps me causing me to moan loudly
fuck do it again harder
god such a little slut for me he says as he slaps me harder this causes me to cum again
fuckk such a little slut cumming from me slapping you huh
f-fuck matt
he pounded into me harder and deeper I bring by hands to his back for support scratching my nails dow deeply into his skin causing his to groan out
fuck keep doing that ma leave marks all over my back
I do as he says scratching down his back harder as his thrust start to sputter and his breathing gets heavier
fuck baby im gonna cum where do you want it
in me fuck matt fill me up
mmm fuck such a slut for me he says as his hips snap into me one last time and I feel his warm hot cum spill into me
fuck matt mmm i moan as he pulls out and I feel our mixed cum leaking out of me'
you did do good for me baby god you look gorgeous all fucked out
I smile at him as my entire body is shaking from the best fucking sex ive had in my entire life
he flops down next to me pulling me into him as he pulls the covers over us
you wanna take a nap
yes please im exhausted I just had the best sex of my life
same I don't think ill ever be able to let you go after feeling how amazing you feel
then don't let go I say smiling up at him he kisses my forehead as we both drift off to sleep.
the end.
xoxo
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caramelstarlight · 10 months
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not necessarily a request more like a comment/idea/continuation? but I prefer to stay anonymous because if my friends caught wind of me simping for anyone, let alone foxboy theyll never let me live it down
i see your reader with electro/pyro/hydro vision having synergy/coordinated attacks w/ nari, and i raise you: reader with cryo vision helping nari cool off and/or making him a little snowcloud on particularly hot days or when theyre in the desert
yea! I made this but it didn’t save which made me so mad. Here’s a little story which is shorter than what I had earlier im so sorry! 🥲
G/N Reader x Tighnari <3
The suns gaze within the haze
“Tighnari you’re running low on water.” You stated seeing as the male started to slow down. Seemingly opening his water bottle again.
“I may have miscalculated how much water I was going to need for this. At least I got some more harra berries for potions…” He stated staring into his nearly empty water bottle.
“I don’t want you to faint again! You fainted last month during that championship.” You stated remembering seeing him sitting out of exhaustion with no water.
“Snowflakes and Frost!”
You stated as you used your vision, effectively covering Tighnari with a cloud that rained. (It’s like Ganyu burst but smaller for the skill and heals. It also follows them.)
We’re going back home! If you faint we may be in trouble and you’re risking your safety.” You stated giving him your water bottle before letting him rest under the cloud.
You grabbed and held him close. Getting ready to teleport you back into the ghandharva Ville. He showed gratitude to you by embracing the hug and giving a few pecks on your check and doing an Eskimo kiss.
Once you returned home, you grabbed a popsicle handing it to him helping him cool down and turned on the fan. Spending the rest of that hour relaxing.
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justagalwhowrites · 7 months
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Hey babes!!! I’ve been on vacay so im trying to get caught up on your post 😂 but i saw your prompt lists and i think 3 5 18 or 19 with LOTS of angst and a happy ending would be AMAZINGGGGG🫠🤍
OMG Hi Bestie!
Remember when I put this prompt list out there? I barely do! It was like 6 weeks ago, that's why! I've been AWFUL and finishing the 500 follower celebration. I got so hung up on finishing Lavender and Beskar Doll and starting Yearling and going on vacation that I still have requests from this sitting in my inbox... and I'm now at 946 followers 🫠🫠🫠
BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS REQUEST! @encephalitiskat also requested prompt number 3 and I came up with this little non-canon angsty trip outside the QZ for Doc and Joel. I hope you like it!
Lost and Found
You and Joel run into trouble on a run outside the QZ. Based on prompt 3: “I almost lost you.”
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Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader (Lavender pairing)
CW: Canon-typical violence. Threat of SA. Minors DNI, 18+ Only.
Length: 2.4k
You tried to avoid winter runs as much as you could. For starters, it was cold. Even after years in Boston, part of you still longed for the warm weather of your college years in Texas. At least your apartment had heat, you could curl up under your quilt with a cup of tea. Sometimes, Tommy would come over and you’d keep each other warm and the cold was suddenly inviting. 
But you weren’t at home. No, you were on a run, one that Tess and Tommy had both stayed back from. Tommy had some Firefly thing to take care of, Tess had broken her arm on the last job. That left you and Joel. 
Out in the cold. 
Outside Boston. 
And you were miserable. 
“Keep up,” Joel looked over his shoulder at you, scowling, as usual. He was always fucking scowling. 
“You have longer legs than me,” you were panting for breath, hot below your heavy coat in spite of the frigid air. “I don’t like being stuck out here with you any more than you like being stuck out here with me but I’d rather not get so exhausted racing through snow that we don’t make it back to Boston.” 
“If we’re makin’ it back to fuckin’ Boston alive we need to move faster than you’re movin’ so keep. Up.” 
You ground your teeth but tried to listen. Even though you knew you’d get your way before too long. It was going to be dark soon, the sun already low in the sky, and you were at least four hours from the QZ. 
Even though that was going to mean another night on the road with Joel. 
Joel, who hated you. Fucking hated you. Hated you so much that the last two nights you’d been outside the QZ he glared at you or ignored you entirely. You could feel it pouring off him, the loathing. 
You’d thought you’d have gotten used to it by now. But it hurt. It hurt every single time. You’d loved him what felt like your whole life, with your whole being. Even after you found out about what he’d done before he’d come to the QZ, you loved him so damn much that you’d set it aside within yourself. It didn’t matter, none of it mattered, all that mattered was that he had made it this far alive and you could forgive almost anything if it led to that. 
The hate you could take. Most of the time, anyway. The indifference, though. The total lack of anything in his eyes and on his face, like he was looking right through you, like you didn’t exist. That was worse. That alone, you thought, could kill you. 
You tried not to think about it, not to linger on it. It turned your stomach to knots and sent your mind down paths you knew you should avoid, especially when you were outside the QZ and facing the threat of infected and raiders. 
It made your guard low. Even when you knew you should pay close attention to Joel’s deaf side - the ear you couldn’t whisper in during the year he could tolerate your presence in the QZ - you didn’t. 
Not until it was too late. 
You sensed the raider a split second before you felt him, heard him, smelled him. His hand closed around your wrist and pulled you sharply to the ground, his body all but materializing out of the trees beside you, their shadows so long and dark you hadn’t seen him. You hadn’t been paying attention. 
“Joel!” You shrieked as you fell. “Run!” 
You had a moment where you relieved about his indifference. He’d leave you there if he didn’t care, he’d get out if he didn’t care. You weren’t stupid, you knew you were a vulnerability in situations like this. It’s why he didn’t want to take you to begin with. You dragged him, Tess and Tommy down. Tommy was stupid enough to put himself on the line to keep you safe but Joel, you were certain, would get the fuck out before he was overrun or hurt. 
You were wrong. 
He spun toward you, his gun raised as three other men came out from the trees. One went right for Joel from the side - when he was too busy focusing on you - and slammed into him, sending him to the ground. 
The man who had you pawed at you, pulling at your pack and fumbling for your weapon in your waistband before you had a chance to go for it. He yanked your pack off and you tried to crawl away but he grabbed your ankle and yanked you back, making you shriek again. 
“Such a pretty thing,” the man all but fell on top of you, knocking the air out of you. He grabbed your braid and pulled your head back, his teeth against the soft skin of your cheek. “Can think of all kinds of uses for you…” 
You slammed your elbow back into him as best you could and he grunted in what sounded like a combination of shock and pain. You were able to shove him off of you and clamber to your feet to see the other three men trying to contain Joel. 
You didn’t even think about it, didn’t think about the fact that it was stupid as hell, that you didn’t know how to fight worth a damn, that you’d never killed anything but infected. You just saw Joel, on the ground, overwhelmed, being hit again and again and you acted in the only way you could think to act. You launched yourself at the nearest man, your arms going around his neck until you heard him cough and gag, digging his fingers into your forearms as you clung to him for dear life. You sank your teeth into his neck and he let out a strangled yelp as he tried to dislodge you. 
He stumbled back from Joel, you still wrapped around his back, when he gave up on pulling your arms free from his neck. Instead, he reached back and grabbed your shirt at the nape of your neck by the fistful with one hand, your braid with the other, ripping you up and over his shoulder and throwing you like a rag doll into a tree. 
“Fucking bitch!” He was panting and you couldn’t seem to get your body to cooperate quite yet. Your head was spinning and you were trying to sit up but everything hurt, everything. You were seeing double and both versions of the man were stalking toward you, freeing the knife at his belt. “Not even worth fuckin’ but I bet your man would hate to hear you scream…” 
“Don’t fucking touch her!” Joel shrieked, something unhinged in his voice. You couldn’t get your eyes to focus, everything beyond the man prowling for you jagged and unclear. “I’ll fuckin’ kill you, touch her and I’ll fuckin’ kill you!” 
The man ignored him, going down on one knee next to your place on the ground like some kind of perverse proposal. He smiled and you could see the rot on his teeth. 
“Maybe you are worth fuckin’,” he held the knife up. “Just to piss off your boyfriend…” 
“He won’t care,” you shook your head, doing your best to scramble back from him, your body still not ready to listen after being thrown and hitting your head. “He’s not my… he won’t care, I’m not worth it, remember?” 
He grabbed your hair fiercely, forcing a small yelp from you as he yanked your head back. There was blood on the snow, you realized. Your blood, from where you’d hit your head. 
“Startin’ to think you are worth it,” he slid the knife over your coat, cutting it open at the zipper. “Might just need to keep you…” 
You kicked and caught him on the side, making him groan and you rushed to pull yourself away as he grabbed your ankle. You could hear the struggle of Joel with the other men and your heart was pounding, the terror thrumming through you. 
This was it. You’d been so busy longing for Joel you’d gotten him killed. He was going to die and you were going to end up enslaved by raiders, the exact thing he’d said would happen if you left the QZ. Joel was going to die and it was your fault. 
He pulled you back toward him and he forced you onto your back before straddling your hips, his heavy weight pressing you down into the earth and you wanted it to swallow you, wanted to do anything that would make this ending different. 
You barely noticed that the struggle with Joel and the other men had gone quiet when the man on you was ripped away from you. He cried out, shocked, and Joel threw him on the ground. 
“Told you I’d fuckin’ kill you,” Joel panted, blood dripping from his mouth. He shot the man before he had a chance to respond. 
He put the gun in his waistband before he went for you, eyes running up and down your body again and again in the seconds it took to reach you. 
You were desperately trying not to panic, trying to not devolve into something that couldn’t handle itself and would just get left in the woods outside the city. You wouldn’t make it back on your own, you didn’t have the skills and you weren’t sure how badly you were hurt. 
He dropped to his knees beside you, one hand going to your ribs, the other going to your face, his gloved thumb brushing your bleeding temple. 
“Joel,” you couldn’t seem to keep your voice steady. You closed your eyes and forced yourself to swallow. “Joel, if you’re leaving me out here, please give me a gun at least I can’t…” 
“Not leavin’ you,” he said. “Need you to tell me how to check for a concussion.” 
You opened your eyes again at that, brows knitting together as you looked at him. 
“What…” 
“Concussion,” he repeated. “C’mon, Baby, walk me through how to check for one…”
“Um,” you had to close your eyes to focus. He was so close, he looked so afraid. “Blurred or double vision, eye strain, light sensitivity, pupils that aren’t dilating properly, eye movement, confusion and inability to focus, loss of consciousness.” 
“Right, OK,” he said. He sounded afraid, too, why was he so afraid? It was Joel, it didn’t make sense for him to be this afraid. “Gotta open your eyes for me, Baby, alright? Tell me how many fingers you see, OK?” 
You opened your eyes and he was holding up three fingers. You answered and he nodded, looking relieved. He used his flashlight as dusk started to fade to check your pupils. He seemed satisfied with those, too. 
“Know who you are?” He asked. “Where you are? Who you’re with?” You nodded. He looked insistent. You sighed and said your name before going down the rest of the list in order.  
“I’m outside the Boston QZ,” you said. “With Joel Miller… please don’t just leave me out here, Joel, I know you hate me but…” 
“Don’t hate you,” he cut you off. You frowned. He ignored it. “Think you can walk? Not far from a suburb, we can find a place for the night there…” 
“Yeah,” you nodded. “Yeah, I can walk.” 
He pulled you to your feet and you had to lean on him for a moment to catch your balance. But when you tried to pull away, his grip on you remained. He held onto you with one hand, his gun clutched in the other, waiting for someone else to come out of the woods. 
“Are you OK?” You asked, looking up at him. “There were so many of them on you and…”
“M’Fine.” 
He was still holding onto you. 
The suburbs Joel mentioned were close and it didn’t take long to find a house that met whatever standard Joel was looking for. You weren’t arguing. Your head was starting to swim and you were pretty sure it was because you were losing blood. 
“On the counter,” Joel ordered once you were both safely inside and he’d locked everything down and closed all the curtains. He put his hands on your waist and helped you up before stepping between your legs to look at your injured head. You tried not to think about it. 
“You’re gonna be OK Baby,” he said. He still sounded so worried. You frowned. Why? “Gonna get you cleaned up, patch this up…” 
“Joel,” you began, but he cut you off. 
“I almost lost you,” he took your head in his hand, his fingers curling around the base of your skull and around your neck as he brought his forehead to your own. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Can’t lose you, Baby, I can’t. You gotta stay with me, OK? Please, I’ll beg if I have to but you can’t leave me, not like this, OK? Don’t make me lose you, please. Can’t lose you…” 
“Not going anywhere,” you said gently, chest tight. “I promise.” 
He pulled back from you with a nod and went about the business of patching you up to get the bleeding at your head under control. 
“Joel,” you said as he finished and he dropped his forehead to your own again, his body so close to your own. “I don’t understand…” 
“I’ve been a fuckin’ idiot,” he said softly. “I’ve been so goddamn stupid. But I’m so scared, I’m so scared all the fucking time with you. Thought if I pushed you away hard enough and far enough that I could live with it but I can’t… I can’t lose you and I almost lost you and I’m done being a fuckin’ idiot with you. I know I don’t deserve it, I know you’ve got no reason to trust me at all, but… if you can find a way to let me back into your life. I don’t care how, I’ll be whatever you want me to be to you but please, don’t let me lose you. Please, Baby.” 
You reached up, running your fingers through his curls, and gently pulled his lips to yours. He kissed you soft and slow and gentle and he still felt like home against your body. 
“Can’t lose me, Joel,” you whispered. He nodded against you before kissing you again for a moment before you could continue. “I’m yours. Always have been, always will be.”  
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bruhhhh-huhhhhh · 6 months
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Bean you're the best dude
So Im on a SB Daycare attendant spree rn because I'm not doing great and mans is comfort characters
Mayyyyyyyyyyyyy I perhaps get just random comfort with the daycare attendant?
FUCK THIS TOOK SO LONG IM SORRY
Daycare Attendant x reader
Comfort
stoppp this gif is literally so cute
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Work today had been…rough to say the least. Not even just today, all week you’ve been working your ass off around the daycare and in parts and service, but no matter what happened you always ended up missing something or doing it wrong. 
But, much to your relief, your shift was finally over, so you did what you always did at the end of a shift. You went to go see your boyfriends.
The walk to the daycare was uneventful, other than the fact that a map bot scared the ever loving shit out of you. When you finally got there, you decided to take the fun way down (AKA the slide) and sit in the ball pit for a bit. 
Sun’s sensors went off, indicating that someone had just gone down the slide. So, he did what he always did when someone came down the slide. He came out of his room and looked out before swan diving into the ball pit. Sun maneuvered under the plastic balls, being careful as not to be seen, before picking up the person by scooping his hands under their arms. “Hello! It’s quite late- Oh! Y/N! It’s so lovely to see you!” Sun exclaimed, excited.
“Hey, Sunny. It’s nice to see you too,” you respond, starting to try and wiggle out of his hold. Before you dropped back into the ball pit, however, Sun moved you so that you were being held bridal style.  “Sunny, put me down,” you whined.
“Nope! You worked today, so now you don’t have to do anything too exhausting. Like walking!”
You rolled your eyes but let him continue to carry you all the way to the child’s play area, where he sat you down at one of the mini-tables. He left you there, with a can of Fizzy-Fazz, as he went to grab some paper, coloring books, and crayons. Sun practically ran out, not wanting to make you wait too long. When he got back, he dropped them onto the table. “We’re gonna color now!” he exclaimed, grabbing a coloring book and placing it in front of you. 
For a little while, you two colored and talked about your day. Sun talked about how some of the kids and how they were so well behaved today, and you tried your best to talk about some of the good things about your day.
There weren’t a lot.
“Sunshine, what else happened today? Surely that can’t be everything!” Sun exclaimed. He knew that you always had a busy day, especially if he and Moon did. 
You grimaced a little bit and took a sip of your Fizzy-faz. “Work wasn’t great today, Sunny. I don’t wanna be a bother by dumping it on you two.”
“You aren’t gonna bother us! We’re here to help you, you know. You’re always so nice and gentle when you help with maintenance, and you always come and visit us when you finish a shift. The least we can do is help you out.” Sun sounded very gleeful as he went on and on about how amazing you were.
That rant lasted about 15 minutes before he realized that you hadn’t responded. He looked over at you and saw tears streaming down your face.
“Oh! Y/n, I’m sorry! Are you hurt? Did I upset you?”
“You didn’t upset him, dumbass. The sensors aren’t showing any sense of sadness,” Moon said from inside their shared headspace. 
“Moon! Language!” Sun responded, not realizing that he was talking out loud. 
You let out a small chuckle, already knowing the gist of what Moon said to the animatronic standing in front of you. Sun snapped back to attention and stood up, walking over to your side of the table. He picked you up, again, and gave you a long hug.
“You didn’t upset me, Sunny. It’s just… I really needed to hear that,” you say, your voice slightly muffled.
“I know, Sunshine. But you looked like you needed a hug.” You could hear the tremor in his voice and the way his fans were working harder to cool him down. Sun still wasn’t quite used to initiating affection, so the fact that he did makes him a little more flustered than usual. 
He pulls away for just a second to scoop you up, bridal position, and carry you up to his and Moon’s room. It’s not messy, exactly, but it also isn’t as spotless as the rest of the daycare. There’s a bed in the corner that the boys got after you started coming over after your shifts. 
Sun sets you down on said bed, making sure the stuffed animals themed around the other animatronics didn’t fall off the bed, before getting on himself. He looked awkward, his large body taking up a good bit of space on the bed. Not that you minded, of course.
The two of you cuddled, Sun as the big spoon, and you the little spoon. You rant about your week while Sun just holds you and nods along. You guys stay like that for a long time. You’re so deep in your rant that you don’t notice that the lights have turned off and Moon had come out. 
“And then Natasha had the gaul to tell me that I was an idiot for not doing it right! Like, she would have made the same fucking mistake!” 
“I’ll chat with her, if you’d like,” Moon said, rubbing a cool hand across your cheek.
You jumped slightly, but leaned into his touch. “You shouldn’t do that. She’ll get all defensive and probably get on my ass about it.”
Moon simply shrugged and pulled you closer to him. 
“How were the kids today?”
“They weren’t that bad. A few kids didn’t want to nap, so I let them color as the others slept.”
“That was nice of you.”
“What was I supposed to do, force them to sleep? That would have just made them upset and I’d have to deal with it.”
You smiled. Even though he didn’t want to admit it to anyone else, Moon was a big softie. “Of course, of course. Anything else?”
Moon hummed. “There was this one kid who was having a nightmare, so I woke her up and had her lay on me while I played my music box. She slept well after that.”
You stayed silent for a bit, debating whether or not you wanted to ask the question that was on your mind. 
“Could you… could you maybe turn it on now?” You asked, slightly nervous.
Moon made a noise of agreement and flipped a switch on his back. The sound of his music box filled your ears, and you felt a wave of exhaustion fall over you. Moon hummed along with the music, his voice box a good match for the pitch. Your eyes started to become too heavy to keep open, and you fell asleep.
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loserdiaz · 8 months
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wip wednesday! 📜🎥
thanks for the tags, loves! @panbuckley @the-likesofus @thewolvesof1998 @messyhairdiaz @shortsighted-owl @transbuck @transboybuckley @spotsandsocks @thosetwofirefighters @hippolotamus @honestlydarkprincess @prince-buck-diaz 💗
ofc this is for my author buck! actor eddie! au, bc it's the only thing on my mind. i think im close to finishing it and i might post very soon!!!
until then, have another moodboard and a snippet!
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"And? What do you think of it so far? Is it mediocre at best or what?" Buck tries to come off as teasing and joking but Eddie can see the insecurity and the fear of rejection simmering underneath. 
Eddie stops and with him, Buck does as well. They're facing each other and Eddie feels a little overwhelmed by how much he feels for this man. "Buck— It's one of the best things I've ever read. You've outdone yourself with this one." 
A big, huge toothy smile spreads over Buck's face, lightning him from inside. "You're serious? You're not just saying that?" 
"I'm not just saying that." Eddie shakes his head and reaches out, one of his hands coming to rest on Buck's shoulder, his thumb caressing his pulse point and feeling Buck's heartbeat underneath his fingertip. "I feel honored that you're letting me read it so early on and I just— I really love the book. Like, I'm exhausted because I've barely slept but I don't regret staying up reading it and I wouldn't go back and make a different decision. It is that good. It's better than I can ever express." Eddie swallows hard. "It's a privilege that I will never take for granted that I get to bring Gabriel's character to life. I mean it." 
"Eddie," Buck is smiling so big and so bright and he's looking at Eddie like he's the creator of the universe, like he hung the sun, the moon and the stars in the sky. "Thank you. Thank you." He says and pulls Eddie into a tight hug, his arms wrapping around his waist and his head briefly burying itself against Eddie's neck. 
It lasts too little, it's not even nearly enough. Eddie has barely hugged Buck back when the man is already pulling away. 
The small silver lining is that his hands are still holding him close, his fingers resting against his waist in a way that makes Eddie lit from within, makes him feel a slow fire start to burn through his veins. 
"Thank you," Buck whispers and Eddie realizes how close they really are. His treacherous eyes flickering down and falling to Buck's eyes for the briefest of seconds and then gazing back up. 
"You don't have to thank me." He tries to smile but he feels off kilter, shaky, teetering on the edge of a preciple. He feels like he's about to break and Buck's hands are the only thing keeping him glued together. "I'm just telling the truth." 
They stay there, so close and almost locked in this little bubble, until Chimney yells at them. 
"Hey, lovebirds! This is a work environment, I'm calling HR!" Chimney is speaking so loud that they get the attention of most of the crew. 
Buck looks like he wants to kill his brother-in-law, as he steps away from Eddie, his hands falling to his sides and leaving him feeling cold when they used to rest. 
"Eddie, you need to go to make-up and get ready for shooting! C'mon!" 
"Chimney we got it, stop screaming!" Buck screams even louder. 
idk who to tag bc im posting this later than usual, so anyone else who wants to share something, consider this your tag!!!
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goldenempyrean · 1 year
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Hi! Could I please request sick reader x Scarlett where R passes out from heat/exhaustion/whatever and Scarlett panics a little/ takes care of us until we come to? Maybe on set for a movie or sth? Just soft soft wife Scarlett please. Thank you so so much!
Way Too Warm
〚 Notes - Hey, hey, hopefully you’re having a great day. I’ve never really written for heat exhasution so this is new leaf for me, no promises of how medically accurate things are :P Anyways! Enjoy :D 〛
〚 Summary - Filming in the summer had its drawbacks. Especially when they came in the form of a rather unpleasant bout of heat exhaustion. But theres no way Scarlett is going to let you go through it alone. 〛
〚 Wordcount - 1312 〛
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The harsh heat from the sun beat down against you. It beat against everything really. Whilst filming in the summer was great, it really did have its drawbacks, especially when you had to film outside. One being the intense temperatures which you’d have to work in and today was no different.
Temperatures had reached an all-time high and if you were being honest, it had started to affect you. It had begun when you’d failed yet again to a decent night sleep. You’d hardly slept, mainly because of the sheer stuffiness of your trailer, another negative effect of the intense heat. The feeling of fatigue had gradually washed over you and before long you’d felt a headache begin to settle behind your eyes.
By some miracle, you’d managed to somewhat cover up how you felt, shrugging off your costars concerns, and everything had gone pretty smoothly too so far but as fate had it, that didn’t last long.
By the time lunchtime rolled around you felt awful, you could hardly keep yourself awake not to mention the thick cloud of fog which had taken refuge in your head. It felt like everything around you was being filtered through a sheet of cotton.
Looking down at your schedule, you saw that it was time to film your scenes with Scarlett. This was always your favourite part of the day. Scarlett was on the team of producers along with being one of your co-stars which meant during her work-hours were hectic meaning you only really saw her if you were filming together. Of course, you’d still see her after the day had finished, you did share a trailer afterall but it was always great to see her during the day too. So, you took a deep breath, readied yourself and stumbled down to set.
“Hi, my love,” Scarlett smiled wide when you finally made it onto set. It turns out walking is alot harder when your view of the world feels like it’s spinning around at 90mp/h, “You okay?” She asked, noticing your spaced gaze.
“Im fine.” You fibbed, waving off her concerns. You could tell she didn’t quite believe you but at that moment your director called for everyone to get into positions, so she had no choice but to drop it.
What happened next, in your mind, was nothing short of embarrassing. Scarlett gave her line perfectly but when it came to you… nothing? Your mind went blank, completely and utterly blank so instead of speaking, you just stood there awkwardly, looking off at some distant point.
“Cut! Y/N, what was that? Is everything alright?” The loud voice of your director snapped you out of your haze.
“Im sorry! My mind just went blank.” You apologised before getting back into your position, airily mindful of Scarlett’s eyes as she looked over you with an expression you couldn’t quite recognise. Was it worry?
"Just give me a minute."
You took a deep breath weary of Scarlet's eyes follow you, and not just her eyes. Her whole body seems to pivot toward you but still, she only watched as the both of you got back into your original positions.
"Action!" Your director shouted again.
You tried. You really did try. But that pain gnawing at your temples began too much, the world spun. it became hard to process what was going on around you and you found yourself tongue tied yet again.
Scarlett tried to cover for your mistake, inventing another line for her character. However, your director appears to be tired of your antics and calls out the command once again, "Cut. Y/N, I don't know what's going on with you today but if you're going to waste my time you can head back to your trailer."
Scarlett shot him a look that you’d hate to be on the receiving end of. You took a step forward as you began to stammer another apology, but a wave of nausea came over you, causing you to stop and cup your arm around your stomach as you winced.
The next thing you knew, your peripheral vision went black as your knees buckled, giving out beneath you sending you dropping to the floor with a thud.
“Y/N!” Scarlett shouted as she rushed over towards you, kneeling beside you in an instant, “Fuck. Are you okay?”
Your head felt unimaginably heavy as you struggled to fight against the urge to close your eyes. Barely registering Scarlett’s touch as her worried hands cupped your faces. But your efforts were in vain as only moments later, your vision swayed and dimmed as you inevitably blacked out.
You weren’t sure how long you were out. The next time you opened your eyes, your head was resting in Scarlett lap as she cradled you, quietly whispering words you couldn’t quite hear.
You made a noise of discomfort and confusion as you slowly came round, “Mm.”
“Jesus Christ Y/N, you almost gave me a heart attack.” Scarlett breathed a heavy sigh of relief as she helped you move up into a sitting position. She kept her arm around your shoulder to support you, but it was as her arm touched your exposed skin that she noticed the intense heat coming radiating from you. Prompting her to place her palm over your forehead.
“You’re way way too warm sweetheart,” Scarlett voiced as she kept her cool hand pressed against your forehead, calling over for the on-set medic so he could take a look at you now that you’d come too.
Ignoring your protests, the medic came over and knelt down with the two of you, he handed Scarlett cool, damp cloth which she used to gently dap along your forehead whilst making sure to keep her hand clasped around your own as the medic started his observation, looking over you with an unreadable expression.
“Headache?” He inquired.
You nodded.
“Fatigued?”
You nodded again.
“Have you been feeling nauseous at all?” He asked as he reached into his bag, rooting over before pulling out a thermometer.
“A little.” You admitted, not missing the small worried glance Scarlett gave you hearing your answer.
The medic hummed as he held his thermometer to your head. It was the fancy kind which required no actual contact for it work. Seconds later it beeped, the small digital screen gave off an orange light as it displayed the numbers ‘38.7’.
“You’re running a fever. A pretty high one at that, combined with your other symptoms I think it's safe to say that you’re experiencing heat exhaustion.” He announced before standing up, “you shouldn’t work for the next day or so, not until this heat dies down a little. Try your best to keep cool and your symptoms should slowly go away too.”
“Thanks.” You gave a weak smile as the medic left to go and sort out some paperwork and you slowly began to pull yourself up.
“Easy there,” Scarlett soothed as she helped you stand, “I guess we better get you back to the trailer, you should’ve said you weren’t feeling well. Heat exhaustion isn’t a joke y’know.”
“I know, Im sorry.” You sighed, taking Scarlett’s hand in your own, “I didn’t think it was that bad.”
“It's alright, let’s just get you cooled off, a cold shower should make you feel better too.” Scarlett smiled as she began to lead you away from the set, “you’ll be okay, is there anything else I can do to make you feel better sweetie?”
You shrugged, ignoring your discomfort as the hot sun shined down onto you, magnifying your nausea, “I just need to cool off,” You tried to sound assuring, giving a soft smile as the pair of you continued towards your trailer, “Thanks for taking care of me.”
“Of course, now, let's get you inside.” She smiled as you approached your trailer, “I promise you’ll start feeling better soon.”
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xaytried · 10 months
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Dan Heng x Depressed Reader
self-Indulgent idk what im doing bro. first fanfic ever??
not proofread!! 1.4k words
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The day you had begun as it usually does. Being woken up by your cat at 6 in the morning, even though you had gone to bed at 3 am. You should have learned your lesson by now. Why do you still choose to go to bed so late, knowing damn well your cat would wake you up with the sun. 
It was hopeless trying to go back to sleep after getting up to feed the cat, so it might as well be productive right?
Your idea of productivity was different from others. For most people that meant maybe checking their email or cleaning up a little. For you though, it meant feeding yourself and taking your medication. Things most people don't think twice about, but the hardest part of your day. Your boyfriend knew this. He usually got up around 6, not because of the cat. He’s always been a productive and curious man. He gets up early and takes care of himself without any issues. That's not to say that he doesn't have his problems, but even he can admit that he doesn't have it nearly as difficult as you do. 
You get up and don’t even bother getting dressed, it was impressive enough that you even got up in the first place. It’s just another extra chore. You’re not going anywhere today anyway. The only thing you have today is online, and surely your psychiatrist won’t be able to tell you don't have pants on while on the video call. 
You make your way downstairs and on arrival, your lovely boyfriend, Dan Heng, greets you with a gentle smile, as he does every morning. 
“Good morning, darling.” He looks at your exhausted expression, a little worried that you look so worn out despite having just woken up. But he knows how awful your sleep schedule is. You honestly don't know why he still even wastes his worries on you.
“Good morning.” You reply.
You make your way across the living you into the kitchen. The medication you take requires food before you can take it. Supposedly you'd get sick if you missed this vital step, but you have never risked it. The last thing you wanted was to puke all your expensive medication down the toilet. Unfortunately though, you never really found anything appetizing, not ever. 
“I made you a breakfast taco, it should be in the fridge.” Dan Heng's voice startled you.
“Oh, okay… Thanks.” You make your way over to the refrigerator.
Dan Heng watches you. He watches through concerned eyes. It makes him sad that you always seem to wake up feeling absolutely nothing. No motivation or anything. And it's not like your sad or anything like that. It just hurts his hurt seeing you suffer. 
Ever since you first met him you've been very open to him about your depression, but once he moved in with you it's been more apparent. It's just not fair. It's not fair that a beautiful and kind-hearted individual such as yourself struggled so fiercely to function. You never had energy, you were always tired and your body constantly ached. 
He watches you take your pills every morning. This has got to be the fifth anti-depressant you've tried and it makes his heart ache to see you get absolutely no relief. It's like you're immune to everything you try. All he can do is be here for you, but he wishes so deeply that he could do more.
You slowly eat your breakfast and take your pills, standing in the kitchen for about 5 extra minutes just to stare at the remaining water in your glass. When you were little you used to always drink chocolate milk with your breakfast. That was too much effort now. You zone out, staring at your water, thinking about how much things have changed.
Your mother used to call you a “ray of sunshine”, her “sweet baby”. You never lost that kindness from your mother but it seems you certainly lost yourself. These are things that only Dan Heng can see in you now though. And no matter how hard you tried you could never see it in yourself. If it was the middle of the night and the sun wasn’t awake to mock you, this certainly is something that would make you tear up. But you physically couldn't cry right now. 
Your thoughts are interrupted by your boyfriend's arms wrapping around your waist.
“You okay?” He asks, chin pressing against your shoulder as he speaks. 
“Yeah.” You reply. Which is the truth. Nothing is ever exactly wrong, it's just never right. This is just how things always are. The cause of your depression was a chemical imbalance, there was nothing that could be fixed. So overall you’d say you’re pretty okay.
“Are you sure?” He lets out a breathy laugh. “You’ve been staring at that water for quite a while.”
You give him a soft smile. It’s not often your serious boyfriend lets out a laugh, but it seems even he knows the power his joy has over you. Coming over here and letting out a laugh into your ear, it’s enough to help you push forward for today.
You turn around, now facing Dan Heng, his hands now resting on your hips while you lean against the counter. Before you started dating him you would never have guessed how important physical touch was for him, he had always been so distant, wanting nothing more than to lock himself in another room and isolate himself for hours. 
Dan Heng certainly preferred to be alone, but ever since he met you he realized her much more enjoys being alone with you. Moments like this, when the world is still and it’s just the two of you, with some peace and quiet. That’s what he lives for. 
You were tempted to speak but then Dan Heng let out a sigh and rested his head on your shoulder. You let your concern show by moving your hand to his back, but you knew that if he wanted to talk he would. Perhaps right now all he needed was some quiet.
After a minute or two of silently rubbing Dan Heng’s back, he spoke. “You know you can talk to me right?”
You have nothing to talk about.
“I love you, I would love to listen, I would love to support you.”
“You’re already my biggest supporter.” You let out a giggle, hoping it would soften the mood a little more. 
“I want to help.” He’s more serious than ever.
“You do help, baby. More than you’ll ever know.” Your comforting words also help to comfort you. It was true. Even before you started dating Dan Heng had been your best friend and biggest supporter. Honestly, without him, you don’t even know if you’d still be here. But you don’t tell him that. He doesn’t need to know that you ever think of not being here. 
He stands straight up again to brush his hand across your cheek and that's when you can see it. His tears. There aren't many but he is without a doubt crying.
“Hey, what's wrong?” You ask him, no longer leaning against to counter, hands cupping his face, deep concern wavering in your voice.
“Y/N, you’re the most loving, kind, most perfect soul I’ve ever met, so why is the world doing you so wrong? You deserve to wake up every day full of excitement, full of energy, ready to take on the day. You deserve to smile, to laugh, genuine ones. Genuine smiles and genuine laughs.” Your eyes start to water, you continue to hold onto his face as tears roll down his cheeks and onto your fingers. “You deserve to be happy, Y/N. It’s not fair. You do so much good for so many people, for me. You make me smile, you make me happy, you make me feel alive. I don’t feel like I need to run anymore because I have you. So why must the world put you through so much pain?”
You had never seen him like this. 
“Shhhh…” you hush him and he looks at you, no longer breaking eye contact to speak. “I’m happier than I’ve ever been because of you Dan Heng,” you promise him. “I finally feel loved.”
After a moment of looking at you, he kisses you. Its soft and warm, a kiss to tell you that he’s not going anywhere and that he’ll be with you forever. 
With him… you’ll get through this.
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kirby-the-gorb · 1 month
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reply roundup!
I've done basically nothing but lay down and be exhausted since kirb2k over 2 months ago, but I did at least get the kirbox orders fulfilled. I have an immunology appointment in another 2 1/2 months and maybe they might do something to help me feel better. (it's a bad time. I know it seems to be most of what I talk about, but it is kind of all-consuming. even this roundup wore me out.)
also there are sometimes comments that make me smile but I don't have anything to add to them so I just read them and smile and don't put them in the roundups, but I promise I do see them all, like the many yeehaws (and yes haws and heehaws) for [cowboy kirb] <3
on [the last roundup] @hive-heart said: Hope things get better, kirby guy 💕 thanks for the reply :) also yeah! Sitting by the window during a storm is quite nice
they haven't lol, but thank you!
on [kirb2k] @ceylonsilvergirl said: HAPPY Y2K EVERYBODY!! I am joke, but it did give me serious “turn of the century’’ vibes. oof… that sentence hit me like I drank out of the wrong grail
that was intentional, that's also why we started with the macarena in the 1990s :>
on [errands] @crypptiid said: ME! MY ROLLATOR IS BLUE AND EVERUTHING @sunflowerinthemidst said: oh look it's me only my walker is hot pink 1😅😂
nice! I should really repaint mine if I'm ever feeling well enough lol
on [the last roundup] @gudetamalover said: :O!!! I’ve been noticed! My surgery went very well btw, thank you! [details removed for privacy.] I love your art so much btw, it brings me and my mom so much joy! I love this little pink dude, he’s got a permanent place in my heart ❤️ 
man that sounds rough, good thing it got ironed out quickly! and I'm glad it brings you both joy <3
on [errands] @pilcherthegreat said: oooo might add this one to my Kirby brigade tattoo 👀
oh hell yeah that sounds so cool! (for anyone else wondering, tattoos on your own body count as personal use and are totally fine by me!)
on [screaming] @persimmonlions said: i always forget how much i do not like the chaotic cacophony of a crowd until i am in a mall, like ‘oh yeah i DO get overstimulated no wonder i constantly skipped classes when i was 10’. anyway i got back home at 3 and proceeded to sleep for 6 hours
ugh omg yeah especially when you actually reblogged this 2 months ago and there were still holiday crowds and all the extra decor and stuff, the mall can be So Much.
on [macarena] @unconventionalvoidaxolotls said: holy heck, go kirby go! oh yeah this is a great first post. beautiful
ehehehe it's an honor :3
on [plushies] @the-void-is-a-disappointment said: finally getting around to reblogging this but thank you bunches for the commission!he looks so comfy and cozy i love it, he deserves this
he does! he does deserve to be so cozy and cute! (and thank you again for the support!)
on [bloodstream] @lord-chiopet said: Kirby in my blood could fix me
well he certainly wouldn't make me worse lol (fun fact: you kind of already have a bunch of kirb-likes in your blood! macrophages are a type of white blood cell that engulf and isolate or destroy foreign matter like splinters, viruses, and even tattoo ink! they're basically eating anything that tries to get into your blood that's not supposed to be there -u- )
on [fire] @jupiterlandings said: kirby I am hurrying to you with blankets and a tent and a warm meal, we may be in the wilderness kirby but we can still look at the stars even when the night is cold. and even if we can’t see them they’re still there and they’ll send the sun to look after us tomorrow. it’ll be ok kirby we’ll be ok
waah this is just such a sweet thought ;n; thank you for sharing it.
on [frown] @shapeshifterwithafez said: get well soon OP :c <3 this kirby nevertheless brings joy to my dashboard thank you!
I will not but thank you! I'm glad he brings joy regardless :)
on [worm] @thecosmickitty said: Hey fam just wanna say i love your art. Thank you for sharing (:
aww thanks!
on [mcas] @untoldsoup said: Im sorry about the health issues 😞 hope you get the treatment your looking for
I appreciate it <3 it's still gonna take a while one way or the other, but hopefully eventually someone will do something.
on [float (up)] @ceylonsilvergirl [added] a ufo to abduct him, then on [rainbow] they [added] an alien kirb to greet him, and on [freckles] they [added] the view out the ufo window :) this little saga was very cute and did cheer me up a bit, thank you <3
on [float (down)] @angst-and-fajitas said: Ah he's floatin away
the kirb's not made for helium balloons! (a reference to [this vine], and good news this upload is actually from the person that made it!)
on [sacrifice] @joekingv1 said: *sits next to baby and waits to see what happens*
I really wanna draw a short comic for this but it seems like I'm not gonna feel up to it anytime soon -n-
on [stars] @gidkog said: *GASP* at world’s ass…
oh no you're right :x that was not on purpose lol
on [earring] @roboticutie said: yay!!!! he's here again today :D thank you!!!
your enthusiasm is sweet! he will be here every day! :)
on [sora] @ducksandlemonsandbigoldfish said: Kiev Kernel Kirby I hate autocorrect
this made me laugh lol
on [sora] @canvascoloredin said: congratulations! I've played all the kingdom hearts games (except Melody of Memories, Sorry Kairi), and started when I was around six but haven't had the time to buy a console I can play 3 on. Have fun for me!
I haven't played melody of memories yet either, the rhythm for all the rhythm minigames was always so janky that I'm kind of worried about how it might play tbh. but I am having lots of fun, I'm sure it's enough for both of us!
on [tattoos] @theraphos said: high five kirby i just recently resolved to finally get myself a tattoo this year also
nice! I hope it goes well :)
@turpial-thoughts asked: hi
hello!
on [worry] @graycoin said: I hope the wait is worth it.
yeah me too :s (thanks. and for all your other sympathetic comments whenever I complain about it as well <3 )
on [float (side)] @joekingv1 said: *asks baby what they think about when they go floating*
probably very little I imagine. even less than usual lol
on [bread] @joekingv1 said: *asks baby what they got while secretly hiding some extra treats for baby, Bear and Cake*
this one is just very cute, I had to read it aloud to my partner when I saw it.
on [sea] @graycoin said: This gets across the vibe very well. I get why you'd feel that way, I think. It's understandable. I'm glad people are trying. You deserve it.
thanks. I've always had a hard time conveying like, internal stuff for some reason, so it's nice when it seems to make sense to someone else.
on [sea] @ceylonsilvergirl said: Kirbo is in the storm, tossed by the waves, threatened by lightning at any moment in the dark. not even the stars to shine through the clouds. but he’s still floating, and that has to count for something
surely it must count for something TnT <3
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munv · 6 months
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𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗜 𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗡 𝗔 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘? I know ya'll missed me frfr im on life support and I've been sick for a week straight..hospitals are nice man (somewhat)
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𝗬𝗼𝘂 allowed him to lay on you before your back started to ache from the uncomfortable position you were in. You opened your eyes to find him staring at you with something in his eyes you couldn't quite distinguish. Something close to slight possessiveness you dare say swirled in his eyes before they disappeared in a second.
"We should get going now," you said making move to get up, "the others might be waiting for us by now."  He slowly got off of you before you noticed the male next to you was a bit too silent for comfort.
You'd understand though, if you had kissed someone who you only got to know for less than a week you'd be contemplating your feelings too.
Making haste you grabbed his hand and started to get a move on, "enough pondering! We can do that later"  
You all were at your last stop for the day at the beach once again. Riko and Gojo decided it'd be only fair to get crepes to end off the day and you could've sworn they were basically shining like the idiots they were.
Along with kuromi the two settled on buying the crepes instead to "surprise" you and geto. With much hesitance you let them off the hook coming to the conclusion that it was much deserved after everything that has happened.
Now here you were, walking along the beach side trying to make sense of what was happening. "You look like you have a lot on your mind" he said from beside you. Turning to look at him with a shocked expression you noticed he wasn't sparing you a glance. 
Stopping in your tracks you kicked a rock and looked to the side where the sun was setting, suguru stopped walking and glanced at you with a raised brow waiting for you to say something. 
"Y'know..I'll be honest. Suguru..I want to save Riko." There was silence for a hot minute. "What do you mean by that?" He took a step closer. "I don't want her to die, think about it suguru. She has so much to live for and yet she's so young   Giving up her future for a bunch of people."  You side eyed him for a second before fully tuning to him. "Why are giving up our futures? I'm starting to wonder what we're fighting for"
He took a minute to let everything you said soak in "I.." "I think.."
As much as you all enjoyed your trip it was finally time to go, It was around 8AM when you all bid farewell to the small little paradise. The small adventure you had with your group had almost come to a close, however it was time to take the final steps into the school. With you and Satoru's  techniques on just to make sure things were safe the entire trip. 
Yet, something felt off, there was this feeling you got that didn't quite sit well with you. Was it that you were finally going to lose your little sister? no, besides that. You felt as if someone's eyes were preying on you, the entire trip you felt this way actually but you didn't make haste to chase after the feeling. Too afraid that if you strayed too far from the time you could be spending with your friends you wouldn't have such a luxury in the future. 
"Y/n-san, is there something wrong?" suguru asked looking at you. You had been silent half the time back without going for any sly remarks against him and Gojo which he can tell isn't normal despite knowing you for that short amount of time. "do you need to rest?" he stopped walking and took your hand gently, 'he was worried' you noted. Ever since what happened back at the beach you two grew unmistakably closer.  "yeah.. I'm fine, just a bit exhausted y'know" you smiled softly at him. 
Before you could notice, you all were at the final step at long last. "Good work everyone" you checked your phone and it was around the same time yaga sent you all to get back. Perfect
You slowly started to deactivate your technique along with satoru, riko was on your back since at the last staircase she proclaimed she was dying and needed her wonderful elder sister's love and attention. Kuroi had taken out a handkerchief from her pocket and moved to the other side of your shoulder where riko was, delicately wiping the sweat off her forehead; she then moved along to yours which earned her thanks from you. "what a relief.." your younger sister mumbled out with the last piece of energy she had
"it truly is," kuroi said with a small grateful smile. You properly fixed riko on your back before turning to gojo. "I suppose we should get a move on then..I don't think we should of kept everyone waiting as long as we have so far" with a sigh
"satoru" gojo picked up and looked at his best friend who held a hand on his hip. He conjured up a smile and took that as a sign to keep talking, "you worked really hard this time" he let it sink in before sighing along with, "I never want to get stuck babysitting a brat ever again" his eyes stopped glowing signaling that he finally deactivated his technique as well. "hah?" riko looked over to him from your shoulder with irritation getting ready to bicker again. 
You and gojo haven't been avoiding one another per se, 'it's just a bit awkward after the kiss and all'. Is what you opted to tell yourself instead. crunch
Something was wrong again..you could really feel it this time, it's as if..something had finally revealed itself and the feeling made you sick to your stomach. Shakoly turning to wear the sound emitted from your face morphed into something of shock. Blood but whos? It couldn't have been Kuroi, no way that was possible since she was right beside you..and it couldn't have been suguru either, so who-
oh
You could've thrown up right there if it wasn't for the fact that riko was on your back. Drip, drip, drip
It was the sound of his blood falling. 
"this..isn't.." 'possible' is what you should be saying, but how can you deny the reality in front of you? Gojo slowly turned to the man behind him, the man who had impaled a whole-ass sword in him. the man you had sensed but could never really put a finger on. "have we met before" a nervous smile decorated his face and sweat ran down his temple. 
"Don't worry about it" his eyes then opened with the most smug look on his face "I'm terrible at remembering guys' names, too." You were still shocked but your main priority was Riko 
With the way that man was acting, you could tell gojo wasn't his only target. In an instant his feet were swept off the ground by satoru's technique, along with suguru who sent oneof his curses at him with a wave of the hand. The worm(?) flew up into the sky and devoured him in one gulp, leading to it falling right onto a small little bumpy patch of grass at the side. Suguru ran over to his best friend in worry "Satoru!" yet he held up a hand against him with a smile "i'm fine..my technique didn't make it in time but at least it didn't get any vitals" he made haste to stand up.
He stopped to look at you and suguru, "you three focus on getting riko to tegen-sama" He started to stretch 
"Ill deal with this guy.." 
"Satoru.." he muttered under his breath, but before he could say anything else you already started to get the move on with kuroi. "Suguru!" your voice caught his attention "Let's go! we can come back for him later!" you yelled out already running with riko on your back. 
So many thoughts started to swirl in your head all at once. Even when the man revealed himself you felt as if something was still watching you. It wasn't right to dispel your worries after what just happened, but you still had to prioritize riko first. 'hopefully..nothing else bad happens' 
TAG-LIST: @tabbycake @vduxx @thebigcheez @sattosugu @96jnie @sammyiguess @bao-yu-sarah-morningstar-wang-9 @boo-kugo @vile-woman @itsmekalou @tojisworm69 @bbynday @whats-humanity-lol
A/N: working on my mini event as we speak gang, on that grind. im hurrying this up cause Shibuya arc is out and im catching up with the series
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penny-anna · 8 months
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗
oof only 5 okay!!
i was gonna do 1 per fandom but then i realised that came to 6 so screw it u get 6:
The Engraving (BBC Merlin)
Arthur had somehow got into a situation wherein he had to bugger the man who was – let’s face it – the closest thing he had to a best friend, and unless luck was very much on his side things were going to be awkward forever. Camelot has been stricken by a terrible drought! Fortunately, Merlin has found a magical ritual that can bring back the rain. Unfortunately, it requires group sex - and Merlin is a virgin.
this was one of the last merlin fics i wrote n its a very stupid and silly and fluffy gangbang. really enjoyed writing the 'everyone lives happily ever after' AU on this one. very fun :)
Golden (Doctor Who)
Good gracious, it had been so long since he’d been seduced. He’d forgotten what a delectable experience it was. After an exhausting run-in with the local monsters, the Doctor takes Jamie to a hot spring to relax.
THIS IS ANOTHER SMUT. SORRY. very honest answer here. this is my dw piece i go back to most often. love the atmosphere of it.
And I'll shiver like I used to (LOTR)
He could taste it on his tongue, the salty tang of the sea, fresher and somehow saltier than the sea he knew. He could feel the sand, soft and light underfoot, warm from the sun. 'Sam,' the voice had said, saying his name so tenderly, so carefully, as if it were something precious, something to be treasured. 'Oh, Sam. I’ll wait for you.' Samwise Mason is a junior member of the Stonemason's Guild of Haven City; he works hard, but doesn't stand out. He dreams, again and again, of a beach with white sand and a kiss goodbye. Samwise Mason is making a statue.
tough call here but im still so pleased with this one i worked so so hard and i think it's the most romantic thing i've ever written
Constellations (The Witcher)
"I know how soulmarks work. If a person has two names writ upon them by destiny, then one is to guide them to their true love and the other to their worst enemy. Everyone knows that." / "That’s an old wives’ tale." When Jaskier was fourteen, two names appeared on his skin: 'Geralt' and 'Yennefer'.
VERY tough call here as i wrote a lot of witcher fics i still love but hand on heart this is the one i most enjoyed writing. blasted it out in like a week iirc. great stuff.
the world won't wait till you're older (DCU/Shazam)
Shazam didn’t understand how taxes worked. He always seemed kind of lost when they talked politics. Wally often had the sense that he was nodding along with things he didn’t really understand. He knew what vaping was. Inexplicably he knew what TikTok was. Weird guy. The Justice League try to adjust to their newest member. They know he's hiding something from them, but in their line of work everyone has secrets. Shazam's no different. Is he? Or, the Justice League accidentally inducts a child and then deals with the fall-out.
obvious choice haha!! my most popular DCU fic!! its a banger i hope to match it one day
time to time (Back to the Future)
“Will you shut your damn mouth and listen to me?” his other self hisses. He gulps in a breath, and breathes out; then, resolved, he does his best to shake his head. “No,” he says. “Whatever you have to say, I won’t hear it – having any knowledge of my relative future could –” His other self claps a hand, hard, over his mouth. His palm is damp. Clammy. Emmett makes a protesting sound against it but before he can wriggle free, the other him speaks. “Marty dies.” A cloud passes over the sun. The Brown family are on vacation, taking a break from the stresses of 1986. It's a beautiful summer day. What could possibly go wrong?
hnghh got a lot of bttf fics i love but this one remains the stand out for me. obsessed honestly.
thank u!! i'm not going to send asks bcos im lazy but for once i will tag some people uhh ok @uighean @limerental @bg-sparrow @megamindsupremacy @wromwood
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ARE DISSABLED PEOPLE LAZY? COULD REALLY DO BETTER IF THEY TRIED HARDER? This is an example of an average bad week, like 6/10 bad on mental health and 5/10 on the physical level. Oh yea it gets so much worst! Read this and tell me how I could have improved.  
MAY 2023 
Sat 29.04.23 
-Asthma bad all night. I coughed myself awake so often I didn't get any deep sleep. 
-Fibromyalgia not happy about this, and is flaring up on its way to STOPPING FLARING up instead! 🤬 Joy! So now going to pee has extra general pain added to it. 
- Allergies & Sinus bad. My nose runs non stop. Used 1/2 roll of toilet paper blowing my nose just today. And no, I don't like waisting things. Throwing meds at it. 
-Managed to work with my carer, sorting paperwork. I can't help with much else anymore. I don't have the hand strength to cut a carrot. That's annoying as taking away from my autonomy. 
Sun 30.04.23
- Allergies & Sinus still bad with non stop daily headaches, with migraine sometimes.
-Fibromyralgia flare. Pain feels like I feel down badement cement stairs or  when I had major surgery on day 3 with 5 days hospital stay. I'm in too much pain to eat. Exhaustion worst than Covid & Pneumonia! 
-Asthma bad. I have to rest for 1 minute every 10-15 meters I walk. Going to the loo takes 5 breaks.
- Urinary incontinence dissability related not happy about so many breaks to get TO the loo. I need buy more trousers! (I used 3 in one day twice this week)
- I'm in so much exhaustion & pain I can't even face watching TV. Strong painkillers increased. I'm not happy. I was hoping to decrease them this week! 
Mon 01.05.23 
-Migraine. 
-Sinus inflamed for past 4 weeks. Related to but not only cause of migraine. I'm a migraine sufferer.
-Fibromyalgia medium flare. Hands hurt as well as eveywere else. A plate is heavy to lift. I can't stab potatoes to zap them in microwave by myself. 
-Hayfever slightly improving.
-If I didn't have a carer coming to help me with a wash, I don't know how I would cope.She helped more today. She's so nice. People don't appreciate them enough.
-Concerned how I'll make hospital appointment of Thursday. And got builders in tomorrow. 
Tuesday 02.05.23
-Migraine at night. 
-All body pain bad. Been worst before though. 
-Builders poped in to say they'll be back tomorrow. And no neither owner nor estate agents told them about all the work needing doing. 
- This is in fact my comparativly, the "best day" to date. I can't sit in a chair re pain. And I have a high pain threshold. Had major surgery and got up by myself the next day when everyone else did on the 3rd day with help. Nurses said it was shocking to see me trot - carefully -  about.
- Hospital appointment of tomorrow changed for latter on. It's not a vital one. 
-District Nurse popped in to assess if I need to worry re swealing in legs. I'll have to go to the specialist clinic after all. 
-Blood Pressure still high & Pulse going nuts. Say hi to all types of allergies as a possible cause! I take the strongest anti histamin, plus 6 over the counter allergy tablets daily. Yep, the specialist doctors advised that. It stop skin for literally falling off and other horror stories! 
Wed 03.05.23 
-Vomited blood all night (5hrs of hurling on off) from ulcer, blood clots included! Yuck! 3rd time in 1 month.
-Day Migraine following as haven't been able to drink much 
-Im past normal exhausted as part of Fibromyalgia. It feels like I did a 14hr shift and haven't slep the next 2 nights. (Yes, I've done that in the past. Joy of nursing & midwifery whilst having dissabilities)
- Spoke to GP, meds increased. I don't want another endoscopy. Don't see what else it will tell us. It's costly to the NHS, I'm going to be in so much pain for at least 2 weeks after due to dissability, not the test. Urinary incontinence will be a pain. I'm not even for resuscitation (DNR) anyways. 
-Not hungry. Disordered eating means it will kick in if I can't eat at all today. Gods even cake don't sound appealing!
- Builders back. Same thing, back tomorrow instead. But now they got the list of job. 
-District Nurse decided I need compression stockings! My severe eczema might not like the extra heat in summer! & Scratchy material.
-Migraine afternoon - nightime.
-Did eat eventually. Yea me! 
Thursday 04.05.23
-Food helped with migraine & dissorted eating. 
- Pain and extreme exhaustion same. I can't hold a plate of food.
- Severe anxiety started in afternoon after flat owner demanding I get the garden clean that night. Message was passed to me by builder at around 4.40pm. to be done by tomorrow morning. Oh yea, I'm dissabled with poor balance, walks some 15-20 meter with 2 stick, uses wheelchair otherwise. And it would get dark even if I miraculously find someone for, ... work that's not urgent! And oh yes, there's no place to eat at the kitchen table due to building work. Like that's not a priority after builders leave rather than garden. Also. Thunder and rain so bad, I though thunder had struck nearby. 
-Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (C-PTSD) few times last night (originates from past child abuse) but attacks due to the way the flat owner and estates agent treats me.
Friday 05.05.23
-Irritable Bowel Syndrome (IBS) exacerbated since around 2am started with the stress.
- Headaches back
- Severe anxiety rising progressively
- C-PTSD flash back early morning. Good thing I know how to manage it.
- I ate with carer, yea! Well she made me eat. 
Saturday 06.05.23
-Anxiety still high
-C-PTSD same high during day, not typical of abuse. Definitely flat owner & Estates Agent related.
Sunday 07.05.23
- Actively managing the mental health side of things. 
- Bad Heaches day time 
- Friend brought me yummy KFC. Could only eat a tiny bit. Oh great, that's Dissordered Eating not happy with all the stress!
- Migrainy headach lasted 2-3 hrs. Resolved with management.
-Asthma attack in evening for over 2hrs. Was so rough couldn't do lung capacity measurement until finally calmed down. 
- I won't be able to finish my KFC now. I'm pissed off. I'm so tired of juggling several deseases. It wouldn't be so bad of people acted like human being. 
So. Do you still think I'm leisurely lying around having a relaxing time as a dissabled person?
Did you realise that it takes managing one thing after another everyday? 
So everyone can do better of they "really wanted"? I really wanted to not loose my mortgage and dog. It's my dog I missed the most, not even one of my things. From a Midwife I became homeless. From working 16hrs or work followed by Union Rep work (IE talking to staff, not official meetings before you quote the law) I'm now not able to eat independently at times, or wash alone now. I'm still acting?  Have a good, lazy life? You want to swap? 
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