#i've never had. just a fitted shirt that had arm mobility to it. and this is so nice. im going to make so many fucking shirts from this

[alteredbeast]

the way im adjusting this bodice would probably make professional sewists (?) seamstresses (?) cringe but i think im being resourceful honestly.

#could u imagine if i took the time to draft my own block for this. lol #i copied a princess seamed bodice from a dress i got from hot topic that's slightly too big and most of this has been taking it in #no measurements just vibes. smile #adjustments have gone very well actually. much less stressful #i've never had. just a fitted shirt that had arm mobility to it. and this is so nice. im going to make so many fucking shirts from this

[magicalrocketships]

Maybe you’ve moved on but I gotta ask.

How is de aged Max doing today? What is him and Daniel up to?

I will never have moved on from tiny Max. Never! He has my full and entire heart. I have at least three versions of this entire universe running concurrently in my head at any one time. But today Daniel has to find some clothes and shoes and toys for a newly small Max, and Max still refuses to tell him what he would like to eat for breakfast.

There is a POSSIBILITY that this link shows the stuff I've already posted in chronological order. Will it work on both mobile and browser? Who knows. Anyway, this bit follows directly on from this part.

1100 words of de-aged Max:

The woman who comes to deliver Max's Go Small stuff is called Charlotte, she's dressed impeccably, and she obviously thinks she's extremely good with children. 

She has, however, met her match in Max, because Max maintains the same stubborn silence he's been giving Daniel all morning. He folds his arms and sits on the sofa in Daniel's hastily washed and dried old Go Small kit, and barely allows Charlotte to measure his feet for some shoes. He does not answer any of her questions, and buries his face in Daniel's side when she has to put his foot in the foot measuring thingy.

Max is not very good in the morning when he's normal sized, but when he's just a baby and he's scared and trying to hide it and he's been up in the middle of the night having adventures with washing machines and unexpected baths and too-big Daniel t-shirts, well. He'd barely consented to eat any breakfast, even after Daniel had gone all out (little bowls of the two different types of cereal he has, another piece of toast with a jam smiley face on it, and then a fuck-it bowl of sweets from his bag of M&S Percy Pigs from when he was in Milton Keynes last month, because Max won't be small for long and he has to eat something). Max had sat at Daniel's table, sleepy and quiet and stubborn and shy, had eaten two bites of toast (avoiding the jam), a handful of cheerios, and three of the sweets. He'd eaten the sweets without taking his eyes off of Daniel's face, which remained creepy. He is absolutely not up for meeting strangers in Daniel's living room who do strange things like deposit bags and boxes in the doorway and then ask to measure his feet. 

"What kind of shoes would you like, Max?" Charlotte asks, which seems like a stupid question to ask given that Max has given her exactly zero interactions since she arrived, and he very clearly does not want any shoes at all. "We have red ones, and green ones, and blue ones, and some with pictures on, if you don't want a colour. We have Spider-man, and Pikachu, and—" 

For the very first time all day, Max makes a voluntary noise. His gaze darts to Daniel, his eyes bright. 

Daniel purposefully softens his smile. "Something there you like the sound of, Maxy-Max? Was it the green ones?"

Max shakes his head no.

"Well, it must be the Spider-man ones, then." He turns to Charlotte, giving her the ghost of a wink. "I think—"

"No," Max says quickly. When he says "Pikachu please," he says it so quickly the words run together, all mixed up like they've just run into a wall and scattered letters everywhere. 

"Pikachu, hey?" Daniel says. "That's a very good choice, Maxy-Max."

"They're in the van," Charlotte says, getting to her feet. "I'll go and get them, and some socks to match, maybe? Then we can try them on, make sure they fit nicely."

As she leaves, Max stares wide-eyed up at Daniel. "Pikachu shoes?"

"Pikachu shoes," Daniel agrees. "Pikachu, that's the chicken, right? Cluck-cluck."

"No," Max frowns. "Pikachu is a mouse, Daniel." 

"Right," Daniel says, nodding. "The purple mouse, I forgot. Silly Daniel."

"He is yellow," Max says, still frowning. "Pikachu is yellow and he's a mouse and he's the best one. He has a tail that goes like this--" he shapes out a lightning bolt in the air, kind of, and Daniel puts on his best learning face. "He likes ketchup."

"Ohhh," Daniel says. "Like you like tomato soup." 

Max's eyes get really wide. He beams.

Daniel rests his chin on his palm. "Do you know anything else about Pokemon? I don't think I know anything. I thought Pikachu was a purple chicken."

Max tells Daniel at least fifteen things about Pokemon before Charlotte comes back brandishing a pair of Pikachu trainers in one hand, and a bag of things to up-sell Daniel in the other. Daniel doesn't bother reviewing them, since they're clearly Pokemon clothes and books and socks and toys, and he's not exactly poor. If Max gets big again today, they can all go to some other Pokemon-obsessed seven year old. He agrees to take them all, even as Max tells him all about Charmander — his tail is on fire, Daniel, but he doesn't set on fire, it is all right, it is just his tail — and Squirtle, who Daniel believes is a horse and Max has to explain is a turtle.

"Of course," Daniel says, as he finishes velcroing Max's Pikachu trainers closed. They're teamed with matching socks. Daniel does not choose to think about what he's just paid for either of them. "Silly me. The horse is the other one, right?"

Max blinks at him like Daniel is extremely stupid. It's the cutest fucking thing Daniel has ever seen in his entire fucking life. He's seen that expression on Max's face before, only more grown up-shaped and usually directed towards the journalist with the stupidest question in any given press session. Right now the full baby force of it is directed towards him. 

"Jigglypuff, right?" Daniel says. "The horse?"

"He is not a horse, Daniel," Max says finally. Daniel's stupidity is clearly weighing heavy on him, because when Daniel gets up to say thank you and good bye to Charlotte, he gets up too, complete with new shoes, and hides behind Daniel's hip, hands to Daniel's waistband. He does not say goodbye. Daniel doesn't ask him to, particularly as when he shakes Charlotte's hand, she whispers, got yourself a handful there, and nods towards baby Max. 

Daniel is glad that he's standing as a physical shield between her and Max, because right now he feels like he could evolve into some kind of huge fucking terrifying Pokemon if anyone on the planet said anything mean about the scared little boy clutching his t-shirt. "I've got pretty big hands," he says finally, and shuts the door on her. 

Then, he turns back around to Max, who's looking down in wonder at his yellow Pikachu trainers and matching socks, his hand still tangled in Daniel's shirt. 

"You like your new shoes, Maxy?"

"Yes," Max says, wiggling his toes. "Is she coming back?"

"No," Daniel says, as Max slips his hand into his. Daniel's heart expands about fifteen sizes. "Do you want to look at your new book about flags?"

"A book about flags?" Max asks, blinking. 

"Yeah," Daniel says, grabbing the package off the table. "You want to look?"

"Yes, please," Max says, and doesn't let go of Daniel's hand. 

[continues here]

#my fic #de-aged maxiel #baby max #fic that i wrote

[pangtasias-atelier]

Idk how much you know about SoV but I would love to see something with Saber and Atlas, with saber as very fit and muscular and Atlas losing his mobility from getting too fat, Atlas struggling as Saber does his best to help him stay active but also continues enabling him as a feeder until even with Sabers help Atlas can't stand up anymore

Bonus points if Atlas gets stuck in a doorway, or sits on the floor in the middle of the night eating everything in the fridge I want that jock obliterated and I want the handsome merc to push him to eat

Don't you worry bestie, Ive played each game at least twice ajnsbjsnj. And I've had the (mis)fortune to play gaiden and I honestly prefer it in a few ways to echoes lol. But anyways here you go! Enjoyed this one and kinda went crazy a bit in the middle cause took break and also cause this was the only echoes request

Warning: This is a fetish story!

“I think it’s about time we call it quits, don’t you think?” Saber asks, stretching one arm across his barrel sized chest. The retired mercenary’s outfit practically painted on him, his training clothes struggle to enrobe all of his chiseled, muscular physique. Saber’s bicep presses against his pecs as well as his face, the massive arm almost the size of his head.

A few paces away from Saber is Atlas; the also retired mercenary —formerly just a retired woodcutter a while back— leans back with all his might. “Ughh, whatever,” He wheezes out in between tired, interspaced pants. Constantly blinking, he does his best to keep the beads of sweat that drip down his portly face from getting into his eyes. 

The duo hitting it off to the surprise of the entire army, the army’s surprise had only grown with the two planning to head off. With an already sizable recommendation from the new queen of Valentia and a generous payment to each of them, the mercenary work they did take on together was more of a bonus to their heaping pile of savings than any real necessity. That had been a couple years ago. Now, the two are nothing more than seclusive, retired mercenaries. 

The land repairing with the Earthmother returned to the land, the two took to the abundance of leisure time and newfound abundance of food differently; where Saber kept up his daily regimen and even practiced a higher sense of discipline to achieve his rather built frame that makes his figure from a few years ago seem scrawny, Atlas instead took to more indulgent habits with his near daily binges that were accompanied with a helping of snack breaks that only grew more frequent as his waistline did. Now, Atlas no longer resembles his formerly shredded self. All his muscles are gone, the beefy, brawny man now replaced by a fat, overweight man. His stomach protrudes from his training clothes. His shirt rides up his flabby gut, a generous portion of his tanned belly sticking out. His shorts also face the same issue with his thighs. The fabric rides up his thighs, fabric crumpled as they show the flabby rivulets of flab that line Atlas’ inner thighs. Saber also faces the same issues from his musculature. The already thin straps of his shirt are stretched even thinner; his top resembles a bra more than a shirt with how the hemline only just barely reaches past the meaty, lower curve of his breasts to show off Saber’s glorious six pac, the defined abdomen reminiscent of Atlas’ own before he put on so much weight. Unlike Atlas’ sleeves that bulge from distended, flabby arms that have enough lard on them to have sagging arm fat now, Saber’s shirt is sleeveless; his powerful biceps are free to be shown off. Much like the rest of their large sizes, the two’s rears are the same —Atlas’ padded with ample fat while Saber’s bulges from muscles. 

“See? A little working out once in a while never hurts,” Saber grins as he reaches for a towel. The towel is not for himself; instead, he reaches over and holds the bottom hemline of Atlas’ shirt with one hand.

“I can do it my damn self,” Atlas instinctively reaches for his shirt and tugs down. He reaches for the towel with his other hand.

Saber pushes Atlas’ hand away. “We agreed that this was my reward for helping you work out. You can’t go betraying a mercenary’s payment like that,” Saber’s smile grows as Atlas relents. He pulls up Atlas’ shirt and gets a nice, fat view of Atlas’ tits, the two flabby moobs large enough to rest on his gut even as he stands perfectly straight. Saber gets to work. He starts wiping at the sweat on Atlas’ blubbery torso. His gut squishes and wobbles under Saber’s assistance, not that Saber tries to do it properly; he simply pats and slaps every flabby inch of Atlas’ gut before moving onto his tits and doing the same.

“You enjoy yourself?” Atlas pouts as he pulls down his shirt before crossing his arms. 

 Saber pats Atlas’ belly. “As much as you did,” 

Workout done and remarkably less sweaty, Atlas’ body reacts with its usual response — a deep, rumbling groan from his belly. “I should pass for now. I need to limit myself if I want to get back on track,” Atlas flexes his bicep. His shirt shows zero discernible difference, nothing for him to flex with his arm swallowed in flab. 

“Oh come on!” Saber wraps a beefy arm over Atlas’ broad, puffy shoulders, muscles sinking into flab. “You already worked your ass off. There’s no need for you to limit yourself so much,”

“I don’t know…”

Saber slowly guides Atlas, pushing him along with a generous push on his rear after removing his arm from his shoulder. He flexes his bicep, the large spherical arms looking ovular from the flexing bundle of mass. “I eat plenty damn enough and look at me! You just keep doing what  you're doing and you’ll be back to your good old self before you know it,”

“You’re right. And we both know just the place to eat and get drinks,” Atlas leads the way now with his own eager motivation revitalized. He fails to see the way Saber’s grin grows, attributing his partner’s handsy groping to just his usual raunchy self and not any other ulterior motives. 

_________

“He sure is taking his damn time,” Enjoying the fine sun and the salty wind from the ocean not too far off in the distance, Saber sips at his beer from the protected cover of the awning. Lounging in his chair, he enjoys his day off. Saber’s physique is the same as ever. He has maintained his large, squarish chest and his sculpted biceps along with his powerful thighs and defined abdomed. His entire frame is only a bit larger, each bit of his body radiating with a slight bit of extra muscle mass and width behind each body part now from clearly sticking to his exercise. 

The same is definitely not the same for Atlas. The large male currently gone, he had left earlier to go grab some beer for the two along with some snacks, the snacks mostly for himself. Atlas had been unable to stick to his regimen with Saber’s indulgence and advice. So much so that he had swollen up by another few hundred pounds, so much lard stacked onto his frame in such a quick span of time. Not that Saber could complain, happy to see his partner blimp out. Though Saber did try his best to help Atlas be somewhat active. He had even cajoled the much larger, obese man into getting up from his spot. Said insistence is the cause for his current predicament, out of beer and no Atlas to bother, Saber gets up from his comfortable spot with a sigh. 

It doesn't take long at all for Saber to find Atlas's fat ass wedged in the doorway of their massive pantry.

Doorways had been an issue for Atlas around a hundred pounds back, getting the doors in their house widened had certainly helped combat Atlas' waistline that struggled with most anything that was meant for thinner, more slender men. Well, the issue was more so postponed; larger doors only mean so much when Atlas can never stick to a diet or workout routine with Saber indulging him and his waistline. The pantry door also received the least renovations, Saber the one to usually get up and fetch more fattening snacks to Atlas.  

Atlas gut lurches forward. The formerly buff woodcutter is now an absolute butterball. The butterball for a man's gut is halfway through the door; unfortunately, Atlas can barely take another step in either direction, not after already forcing himself to keep shoving himself further in and getting punished for his idiocy. His stomach seeps around both sides of the doorway. His ass is in the exact same precarious situation. Each cheek splays to both sides. Atlas' is unable to move his bloated figure as if caught between two bonewalkers.

"Just help me," Atlas glares at Saber. His neck folds and chin flab smush. 

Saber saunters up to Atlas, bubble butt swishing behind him. "Need someone to grab you some food?" 

"Later! Get me the hell out of here," Atlas' hair is slick from his sweat, the light perspiration forming on his body. Atlas still attempts to get out of his predicament.

"Hey now, I'm trying to be helpful," Saber rests his back against Atlas and sinks into his flab. "I'm sure you're hungry after the effort you spent," 

"This isn’t,,," Atlas’ eyes follow his husband’s sudden movements, not without a small grimace as Saber pushes himself off of Atlas like nothing more than furniture to support his weight. Groaning, his eyes narrow even further. The man glares at Saber who reaches into the other, smaller cupboard for a pantry. 

Saber grabs whatever he can. Nearly the entire pantry is dedicated to satisfy Atlas immense and growing cravings So, Saber is far from surprised to pull out a packet of dried, cured strips of meat, the protein one of Atlas' favorite to satisfy his hunger back when he would feel tired back when he used to be a simple woodcutter —or back when he used to do anything besides practically only stuffing his face everyday. Atlas kept his preference for the protein packed treats, always insistent that they were meant to help him bulk up after his workouts —even now where the few workouts Atlas does are always followed by a massive intake of calories that more than surpass several workouts. 

With the snack in hand, Saber crawls in between Atlas’ thick thighs and under his sagging stomach. The cramped space has his entire sculpted body practically smothered by Atlas’ expanse while he makes his way to the other side of Atlas. Which he easily does: Saber stares at Atlas with a grin plastered all over his face.

“This is serious,,,” Atlas’ face completely burning red, his eyes refuse to look at Saber’s face. They instead stare at the still sealed package of beef. “Just get me out, and then-” He shuts himself up when he hears the crinkling of the paper, Saber tearing the item open with zero hesitation. 

Grabbing one piece of meat, he slowly brings the snack to Atlas. “This’ll be nice and easy. Just eat one and then I’ll help you,” The room silent for a moment, Saber’s smile grows when he sees Atlas’ greedy lips tear into the jerky.

“There. Now help me, damnit,” He tries his best to stop his burning blush and to scowl instead. His irritation helps him, Atlas able to keep it for just a moment before Saber pushes him. With his hips, Saber’s push more akin to flat out humping him more than anything else. But the effort does help him; Atlas feels his ass to no longer be so stuck and tight.

Saber brings another piece of jerky to Atlas’ mouth.

“I already ate the damn meat,”

“And I helped you. Unfortunately, it looks like you need even more help. Can’t help being a mercenary, I need to get payment before I can start working,”

Atlas immediately devours the next piece of meat. “Freak,” He says while still chewing the last bit of tough, salty dried meat. Though he cracks a smile after eating.

“You’re the one enjoying yourself,” Saber helps Atlas again by humping him. Again, the two both feel Atlas get pushed back a little bit, his gut no longer sticking into the pantry quite as before. But, he’s still wedged, flabby arms still stuck along with a jutting stomach and shelf for an ass. Saber continues to help Atlas; the two get into a steady rhythm, Saber practically dry humping Atlas’ gut while he feeds him more.

Chewing the last piece of meat, Atlas looks at his husband with half lidded eyes. “Well? You gonna get me out of here or what?”

“I guess you paid your share,'' With that, Saber finally decides to properly help him. Crouching ever so slightly with bent knees, Saber has one hand wrapped underneath his gut and snaking all the way under his fat pad to grope Atlas’ ass with his other looped over his shoulder; his biceps bulge under the strenuous effort. His pecs pressed up against tanned blubber, he unwedges his husband with a big smile. “Now, let’s get you back to the porch. I’ll grab the booze and snacks,”

“After what I went through, you better,” Atlas demands as he and Saber walk back. 

_________

The house usually silent in the dead of night, the entire pace is also usually completely dark, no lights needed to illuminate the area with both its occupants normally asleep far before the current time of two in the morning. All three commonalities are broken with the extremely large man seated in the kitchen. He sits on the floor, his fat ass too big for standard, normal chairs meant for people who don’t weigh an obscene amount. Atlas is immensely fat now; his entire corpulence splays out in every direction around him. So fat now, Atlas nearly always has Saber by his side to assist him with walking. Help that Atlas always demands, the large male becoming more demanding as Saber’s insistence of him eating grew. 

But right now, Atlas is completely alone. Feeling peckish after only eating three heaping servings of food —all of which had been followed by multiple snacks before going to bed— his appetite had been enough to wake him up in the middle of the night. So much so that he couldn’t be bothered to wake up Saber. So he mustered up every ounce of energy he could to get himself out of bed and waddle his fat ass over to the kitchen. Which had been an ordeal with him at his current size. On the cusp of immobility, his future isn’t hard to see when Atlas has a stomach large enough to envelop another man if they were to lay underneath the sagging expanse of belly flab that hangs past his waistband to droop enough to reach to his knees. And his thighs are so drenched in lard that each ponderously wide leg is in a constant state of turbulent, wobbling motion with each labored step he takes, his legs so caked in fat that even his knees are absorbed in a heaping layer of flab from his upper thigh —the same also being true for his ankles being smothered by his flabby calves. Atlas also sports a hefty chest, the large size of them reminiscent of the days back when he used to have broad, powerful pecs. Now, the two massive moobs splay out in separate directions, each hefty tit using the massive gut as a table to rest on with his chest larger than his own head. The motor boatable chest sags enough to rest against Atlas’ girthy love handles and his blubbery arms. The two enormous arms are filled with nothing but fat; each limb larger than someone’s thighs, Atlas arms struggle with mobility like the rest of him. Elbows swathed in bicep flab make it so that any of his former flexibility is entirely gone. Attached to such a heavy, large body is Atlas' flabby face. His cheeks puff out, the two jowls stuffed with food like usual. His gray mop of hair the same as always, the parts of his hair frames his blubbery, filled out face to outline the soft, doughy curvature of his cheeks that seem to blend into his chins that smush against his pile of flab for a body. 

Somehow able to move himself to the kitchen by himself through the sheer motivation of eating, he is currently seated in front of the two’s clay chest. The object powered by magic that they encountered when exploring the depths of the Thabes labyrinth so long ago, the chilling magic had been implemented to be used to help with storing food. The addition helpful to everyone, it had been especially beneficial to Atlas and his waistline. The two’s clay chest is even larger after additions and renovations to it. And Atlas currently does his best to devour what he can reach into it. 

Which he does an excellent job at. Atlas’ speed is only held back by his own sluggish figure, moving such a massive, flabby arm difficult with him having to sit far back from his gut pressing against the chest of food. He eats without pause, cramming as much of the cold food into his mouth without much thought besides satisfying his hunger. 

He keeps going even when he hears a sharp, prolonged whistle from behind him. 

Saber now up, the mercenary is large in his own right. Unlike Atlas, he is shredded from head to toe. So much so that the muscular man would put Atlas’ former buff body to shame and even the Warfather the two fought against long ago. He does his best to look past his own obscene jutting chest and see Atlas. He gets an absolute eyeful of the man’s expansive rear that has lost most of its shape now with his weight.

“Just come feed me already,” Atlas doesn’t bother to turn around —not that he can at his size, his several chins that meld into his folds of neck flab making sure of that. Atlas doesn’t even get a response. He instead sees Saber pull food out of the clay chest and a massive pair of pecs that practically press against his face as Saber lies on top of him. 

“I better not hear a comment about how much I weigh coming from you,” Saber feeds Atlas while resting on top of him, straddling his huge gut. Dragging the clay chest to be beside him, he simply reaches into it with his left hand, then hands it to his right hand to feed Atlas so that he can grab even more food while stuffing him. Efficient in his work, Atlas follows Saber’s commendable work ethic by following his rapid pace. 

“Damn, you’ve really let yourself go,” Saber comments as he crams leftover meat that he had been saving for himself, the dish far healthier than the usual buttery, decadent, calorie laden dishes Atlas eats —all of those devoured by him before Saber showed up. “You could’ve looked like this you know,” Saber flexes his bicep, the bulging muscle already larger than his head becoming even more ridiculously large with each powerful vein straining. 

Atlas' eyes are squinted; he has to squint them from how forceful Saber always is, the fit, buff mercenary making sure that he doesn’t waste an ounce of food. “Whatever, this is more fun,” Atlas burps, a content sigh immediately followed afterwards. “I get to laze around and do nothing,” Atlas gets a small sight of the food left and lets out a small groan. Nothing but Saber’s healthy treats remain. 

“I guess even someone as big as a necrodragon has standards,”

“Oh please, I’m not that fat,” Atlas scoffs at Saber’s remark, the former woodcutter glad to not have dealt with going to the Seabound Shrine like so many of the others complained about.

“Yet. But, if you’d rather not, then how about I get you to bed then,” Getting up off of Atlas and closing the chest, Saber reaches down to help lift him up. Grabbing from behind, Saber has to do all of the work, his thighs and arms straining as they use all their might to get Atlas into a standing position. 

Try as he might, Atlas’s hedonistic fueled figure stays firmly planted on the ground.

“Damn, I guess this is a special occasion,” Suddenly leaving, Saber quickly comes back with another chest of food. He opens it up to reveal that it’s packed full of creamy, sugary desserts.

Atlas’ mouth already begins to water just for the sight of more food before temporarily snapping out of it. “You suck for hiding all that, but you better get me off of this eventually,” Atlas opens his mouth as soon as Saber shoves a cupcake into his mouth.

“I’ll call in some favors in the morning to get you comfortable. But for now,” Saber taking his former position on Atlas again, he resumed feeding the now fully immobile Atlas, neither of the two drowsy at all as they enjoy the night away.

#fat emblem #my writing #male weight gain #ssbhm #feeder emblem #fat fiction #maleweightgain

[pilot-posting]

🔞 "Asynchrosis" Pt.4

i'm so happy folks are reading and enjoying asynchrosis, this is easily one of my favorite pieces in a while,,,,,, anyway here's your part 4, i can't believe this is 3 nights in a row i've posted at least one part of this stuff,,,

"Lucid Dreams in the Trauma Center."

"Is she gonna' be alright? She's one of the few support pilots in this section of the fleet, we can't have her inoperable should we come under separatist fire." The doctor listened to the lieutenant, shaking his head slowly as she spoke. He was keeled over his desk looking through synapse reports on a collection of holo displays. Like all therapists he was overworked, mech pilots were a needy breed of soldier.

"Lieutenant, I can't assure anything. We've never seen a pilot go into Synchrosis that quick. This condition could be anything from a mild genetic mutation causing synapse reactivity to skyrocket, to a serious health risk related to pilot-mecha neurolink." He stuttered over his words as they tumbled from his lips, "If we put her back in a mechanized infantry suit, she could experience a total synaptic collapse, she could become neurologically dependent on halo connectivity, she could be even worse than other Class-X pilots -- chasing unreasonable, inhumane highs--" The lieutenant stared at him as he spoke, her lip furled on the right and her eye twitched a little on the left, it was clear that she wanted results, not... explanations.

"Find an answer doc, or I'll replace you with someone who will." She walked out, flapping her tailcoat in one swift motion as her hands moved down the zipper at the front of the jacket.

I climbed up the rickety mobile stairs which were placed at the foot of my machine, all the while staring at it's visage, a pink chevron struck into the purple finish of the rest of the machine, it's "faceplate" was a clean, smooth surface. This panel was made up of millions of LED bulb like sensor arrays, it was used to give me, when plugged into the halo port, an incredibly wide field of view to better survey and assess the needs of my squadmates on the battlefield. The stairs terminated at an entry port in between the two large shoulder plates of the mech. These plates contained a variety of medium explosive deployable armaments on a rotary wheel -- enough to bust really any conventional vehicles. I walked into the small space, it was a semi-spherical chamber of pure titanium planted in the upper breast-plate of the mech. This space, called the heart, was the shared containment chambers of the pilot, and also the synapse link drive, which was essentially the most advanced type of computer to have ever been developed.

I stared at the mold I would soon step into, suspended around the fairly innocent seeming system of clasps and locks, was a series of snug fitting silicon carbonate pads, held in open air by robotic arms. The functions mechanic walked into the pod behind me and gave me a wink. I just looked at her excitedly, waiting for her to help me get in. My functions mechanic was a little older than me, 31 to be exact, she had a head full of curly red hair which she was quite fond of wearing up on a ponytail. Today she was wearing a loosely fitting black sleeveless shirt, under it, she wore a sports bra. which covered her adorable B cups. The shirt was tucked into a pair of similarly loosely fitting cargo pants that were suspended by a mechanics belt. She looked rough in the nicest way possible.

"You ready starstrider?" she said with a smirk at me, I couldn't help but giggle a little, I was drunk off lust as the sensory enhancers caused any minor movement around my tip to make me almost quiver from want... this became a problem the moment I saw her, and got so horny I almost came on the spot. Most Class-X pilots have a pavlovian response to their functions mechanics, or handlers. They associate them with being allowed to use their mech, and they will do almost anything for them because of this. Handlers and pilots often form pseudo-romantic relationships, or extremely casual sexual relationships. It's not uncommon on a Galligos ship which carries Class-X pilots to catch handlers and pilots making out in the halls, fingering or stroking eachother, sometimes in private, sometimes in public. Other times you'll see a pilot wrapped around their handlers leg when in public lounges, or wearing little trinkets their handlers ordered for them. I was personally partial to the collar my handler bought me. It was black with silver etching on the side that spelled out her name. It blended in well enough with my bodysuit.

I blinked back to consciousness after imagining her plowing me into the ground with her 8 inch dick later, and nodded at her, "Y-yes ma'am!"

She walked up to me and helped me mount into the mold, applying a simple metal rig device to my bulge which would allow the siphoning liquid to vacuum seal my girldick erect, instead of plastered to my stomach. aside from that she latched all of the major ports to the holes in my body suit, and made sure the bodysuit itself was firmly connected to the airlocks between the port, the bodysuits preplaced entrances, and finally the connecting mechanisms as to prevent wasting siphoning gel. When she got to latching the collection mechanism to the airlock around my tip, she leaned down in front of me and slipped my tip into her soft lips, I couldn't even see her, my face was covered by the auxiliary vision link, a VR system which would allow me to see if my halo link failed. I gasped, and let out a high pitched "Mffffhaaaa~", when I felt her lips run over the small metal ring that formed the airlock when the collection mechanism was connected, I winced and attempted to move, but all I could do was go limp as she slipped my pathetic 5 inches all the way into her mouth. I felt her hands run up along my slutty waist, I couldn't hold it anymore. I immediately shot a load into her mouth, staying incredibly erect. When she finished swallowing it, I felt her head pull back and as she lifted off my girldick she made a cute pop with her lips.

"Naughty girl~ You should save that for the mech." She then roughly attached the collection mechanism to the airlock, causing me to shoot another load into the tube. She smiled at me and pulled the lever beside her, causing the plating to wrap around me, she listened to me moan through her vox channel on our halos as she couldn't hear through the compression plating. I knew she had reached into her pants to stroke herself, and imagining her nonchalantly standing with the lever pulled in her left hand, and her right hand moving up and down her massive dick made me cum again into the collection mechanism. Finally, I felt it start, the siphoning gel was all suctioned up through the tips in the neck in a matter of seconds. The tubes were evacuated from the neck port and instantly, I felt the airlock clasps ram into my neck. I yipped and whimpered into nothingness, once again cum pumping out of me. I felt the sustenance ports extend and directly inject me with liquid water and vitamin paste.

In my head, as if a phantom I heard "Bye bye pretty starstrider~" as the mech finally plugged it's thick fucking neurolink into my halo port. I felt my mind meld and warp, until eventually my eyes began to lie. I could see the hangar around me, oh what a familiar feeling. It was at this point that the stimulus methods were deployed to my body, splayed out and suspended in open air inside the heart. The fleshlights lips wrapping around my tip, then being pushed down to my base. It was designed perfectly for me, I instantly released a fifth load as it started to vibrate and suction onto me, the synthskin being activated in my bodysuit made it feel as if there wasn't even a centimeter of clothing separating my girldick from it's lubricated interior. Shortly after, my ass was stuffed with a lube drenched rectal vibrator, immediately feeling it poke against my g-spot, I winced with anticipation for only a second as it started violently vibrating, I know whatever noise I made as it assaulted me with pleasure, my handler probably enjoyed it thoroughly.

Finally, I was prepared to be given control. The mech was suspended off the hangar floor by a series of deployment racks which held it up by the shoulders. I could feel the claws gripping the mech as if it was my own body. My excited brain caused the vibration in my ass and around my girldick to grow aggressive, I heard the countdown start through my halo-link.

5.

I had already begun to lose my sense of self as I wanted nothing more than to be released,

4.

I yearned for the rush of battle, I wanted to watch separatist reactor cores explode, and tanks be throttled into oblivion by archer missiles.

3.

I thought of infantry, insignificant squirming people, running under my heels.

2.

I lusted for the spill of coolant fluids over my chest, the simulated cold applied to me through my synthskin suit.

1.

My body desired nothing but the cold grip of my rocket pistol, and the orgasmic joy of firing it's payload.

0.

My eyes shot open.

The blue overhead lights shot on and my boxers were soaking wet.

Fuck. Not again.

#brainwashing #mech nsft #nsft #trans nsft #mech pilot #mech posting #mechs #mecha #robot girl #hornyposting #trans t4t #transgirl #Asynchrosis #emersons scrawlings

[nashibirne]

Long, Slow Kisses - Inspector Cavill 5

Guess who's back again? It's Inspector Cavill and his girlfriend! I thought you might enjoy another smutty chapter of their lovestory. (You can find the Inspector Cavill series, parts 1 - 4 on my masterlist.)

I got inspired by the song "Long, Slow Kisses" by Jeff Bates (see end of post for spotify link). I used quotes from the lyrics in the fic, they are written in italics.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x female reader, y/n

Warnings: RPF but AU (Henry Cavill is an inspector at Scotland Yard), song fic (kinda), fluff, smut, sex, oral sex (m and f receiving), deep throat, unprotected sex, 18+, NSFW

Unbeta'ed! English is not my mother tongue!

Credits: I know nothing about Henry Cavill, this is pure fiction. Pics for the moodboard are from Pinterest.

Taglist: (let me know if you want to be added or removed) @hell1129-blog @lunedelorient @inlovewithhisblueeyes @mis-lil-red @willkatfanfromasia @omgkatinka @summersong69 @agniavateira @legendarywizarddetective @taebfada @xxxkatxo @kebabgirl67 @artandotherdelights

Summary:

Imagine...You and Inspector Cavill are a couple. It's been two years now and somehow everyday life has pushed romance and passion back a little. The same old treadmill day after day has damped down the fire of being newly in love. The spark is still there but in the last months it had been buried under a lot of work and all kinds of duties.

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It was Saturday morning and Henry had to go to the office again for paperwork though he had promised he would spend the day with his girlfriend y/n.

"Really, Henry? Again? You promised it. You're not working on a case, why do you have to go?"

"Darling, I'm really sorry but I have to do my paperwork. You saw the pile on my desk yesterday. It's growing taller than me, I will never be able to work through it without some extra hours." He gave her an apologetic smile.

"You promised it, Hen." She repeated with sad eyes. The disappointment in her voice was killing him.

"We'll just take a rain check on this. We can go to the park and have the picnic tomorrow, okay?"

Henry kissed her on the cheek before asking her again. "Okay, princess?"

She rolled her eyes and shrugged. "Do I have a choice?"

Henry smiled and grabbed his jacket before opening the door. "Thanks, y/n. Love you." He was already on the steps in front of the house when he heard her.

"You know, Henry. Sometimes I feel like I'm not the most important thing in your life anymore." Her soft words were followed by a deep sigh and she closed the door before Henry was able to give her an answer.

All the way to work Henry just couldn't stop thinking about her words. It broke his heart to hear her say them because she definitely was the most important thing in his life. She was now and she was always going to be. He loved her more than words could express but obviously she doubted that. He was almost at the headquarter when he made a u-turn and headed back home.

She was in the kitchen, doing the dishes, when she heard the key turn in the lock of the front door.

"Henry? Is that you?" Y/n dried her hands with a towel and went to the hall where Henry stood with a lopsided smile on his pretty lips. "What's wrong, Darling? Are you sick?" She asked him.

"Naw, I ain't sick, it's just this morning, when you told me, you didn't feel like you were the most important thing in my life anymore, well that broke my heart. So, I had to turn around and come back and tell you what I'm gonna do about it."

She looked at him with a frown, confusion written all over her face. When Henry gave her a wink she stepped closer and placed her hands on his chest. She looked him in the eyes with a smile.

"That's so sweet, honey. And so surprising, but I'm curious now...what are you gonna do about it?" She returned the wink.

He cupped her face with his big hands and gave her a quick, tender kiss.

"I'm gonna light the bedroom candles, take the phone out of the wall. We can lay around and talk for hours or maybe we won't talk at all. I'm gonna resurrect the love that slipped away from us and the man you've been missin', startin' with some long, slow kisses."

She took a deep breath and smirked, biting her lip.

"Well, that sounds promising. So what are you waiting for."

Henry chuckled and pulled her close. Long, slow kisses followed, just like he'd promised. Y/n almost melted in his arms, it just felt so good, so hot, so sensual. Henry deepened the kiss and she got all wet just by the way he let his tongue roam around in her mouth. Henry's hands were all over her body, stroking her ass and her breasts which made her moan.

Hearing her desire turned him on so much he shortly considered taking her right there in the hall but he remembered his promise. He pulled away, out of breath, his eyes dark with lust.

"You like that, baby?" He looked at her with a lewd smile.

"You know I do." 

"Then let's continue upstairs."

And before y/n knew what was happening he had swept her off her feet and thrown her over his shoulder.

"Henry?" she shrieked. "Put me down, I'm too heavy!"

"Don't be silly, hon." He laughed and took the stairs to the first floor so easily as if she was light as a feather. His strength never ceased to amaze her.

He put her down in front of their bedroom and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Just gimme a second, okay? Oh, and throw this away." He gave her his mobile. "Not literally of course."

"Sure." She grinned and Henry went to the bedroom, closing the door behind him. Y/N looked around and decided to hide the phone inside the laundry closet between the towels.

Just when she was done the door flew open and Henry made an inviting gesture. "Come in."

The room was bathed in dimness, only lit by her bedside lamp. Henry had thrown one of her light summer shawls over it, a crimson red one, and so the illumination created an illusion of sundown. Some candles were flickering on the window ledge making the romantic atmosphere perfect. Henry was standing beside the bed smiling at her with a hint of shyness. He usually wasn't a man of great gestures and he seemed to be unsure if y/n liked the scenario he'd created.

"Darling." She whispered amazed. "This is wonderful."

"So you like it?"

"Of course." She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. "It's so romantic."

"I was hoping you'd say that. I think we've neglected this part of our relationship a little in the last months."

"That's true." She sighed, sounding a little sad.

"I'm gonna make it up to you today, my love."

She gave him an encouraging nod and Henry continued with telling her what he had on his mind.

"I just want to let you know how ashamed I am for making you feel that way Darlin', I'm so sorry. I guess I've just been spendin' too much on making a living and way too little on making love. But if you can just find it in your heart to forgive me, girl, I swear from this moment on you'll always know where you stand with me. 'Cause what really matters most is you and me this close, feeling no distance, sharing some long, slow kisses"

Y/n looked at him with wide eyes and it was obvious that she was touched by his words.

"Oh my god, Henry. This is the sweetest I've ever heard. But it's not all your fault, we've both been so busy lately…"

"I know, but today it's my turn to show you how much I still care about you. How much you mean to me. And I don't just want to fuck you, I'm going to make love to you, alright? Will you let me love you, princess?"

"I'm all yours, Buzz." He smirked when he heard the nickname and pulled her close. They kissed again and it was the most sensual foreplay - slow, erotic, sexy.

"Let me undress you." Henry's voice was smooth and soft. He took a step away and started to unbutton her shirt. She wanted to help him but he grabbed her wrists gently.

"No, babe. Let me take care of you. All you have to do is to relax and to enjoy this."

She looked him in the eyes and nodded.

Henry slowly stripped off every single piece of clothing from her body until she was completely naked. He admired her body, smiling at her. "Sometimes I forget how very beautiful you are, darling." She returned his smile and batted her eye lashes suddenly a little self-conscious.

"Lay down." He patted on the mattress and y/n stretched out her body on the bed. She enjoyed watching Henry stripping off his clothes too and when he was naked he laid down beside her. A shiver ran through her body and Henry looked at her with a worried frown. "Are you cold, love?"

"No, darling, just shaking with anticipation." 

"Good." He grinned and placed a sweet little kiss on her shoulder. "Why don't you close your eyes." 

"Okay." 

From this moment on all she could do was feel. She felt Henry's mouth on her lips and after a while he started to kiss every part of her body. Her neck, where he concentrated on the sensitive spot behind her ear which made her moan, her collarbone and her shoulders. He stroked her tits tenderly, kissing the tender flesh, licking and sucking her hard nipples.

"Oohhh…." She let out a deep sigh, her breath was going fast already. Henry continued to take care of her breasts, kneading them with his strong hands, just like he knew y/n liked it best.

She whimpered when his mouth left her nipple but when she felt his soft lips showering her belly with hot kisses she uttered a sexy groan, showing him how much she enjoyed his actions. 

Henry climbed between her legs, spreading them wide enough to fit in with his body. He was kissing her lower abdomen now, his hands reaching out for her tits, giving them a quick little squeeze before he placed his hands on her thighs. He stroked her legs slowly, kissing her right above her pubic area. 

"God...Henry…this is torture…" She was a panting mess already and Henry was so hard it almost hurt. "Do you want me to stop?" He whispered against her pussy, blowing softly against her clit.

"No. Please...don't stop."

Henry kissed her sweet spot before he licked through her folds a few times. "I love your juices. You taste so sweet, so pure, like dew, like nectar...and you are so damn wet, my love."

He straightened up to take a look at her and to give his dick a few strokes. A moan escaped his lips and y/n opened her eyes. She stared at his massive manhood with hungry eyes, licking her lips. "Stuff my mouth with this big cock, baby. I need to taste you."

Henry let out a growl full of arousal. "You want it down your throat?"

"Yes." Y/n moved her body and let her head hang down from the edge of the bed. It was her favorite position for deep throat, perfect for taking his length all the way down. Henry climbed off the bed and stood in front of her. His heavy cock was hovering over her head. He took it in his hands, giving it another few strokes and then he penetrated her mouth slowly, carefully.

They had done this before many times and he knew exactly what he was doing. Y/n loved having him balls deep in her mouth but she liked it slow, not rough. He never mouth fucked her, there was no need to. The way her throat closed tightly around the his dick, the feeling of her tongue pressing against his shaft, licking him, was enough to make him so incredibly horny, sometimes it even was enough to push him over the edge. But he didn't want to come in her throat today. He looked at her, how she sucked on him, playing with her own nipples and he started to move slowly, thrusting his hips carefully with tiny motions a few times. Y/n groaned, grabbing him by his thighs, obviously enjoying this.

He wanted to take her so badly, wanted to drag her down from the bed, take her in his arms, shove her against the wall and rail her into oblivion, her legs wrapped around his waist, her back pressed against the rough surface but he wanted to stand by his promise. Today he wouldn't simply fuck her, he would love her, show his affection. He pulled his cock out of her mouth slowly and climbed back on the bed.

"I need you inside of me, Henry. I need to feel you close." Y/n begged in a dark, needy voice.

He was back between her legs in an instant and kissed her before he let his dick glide into her wet, hot pussy. He took his time, letting her feel every inch. When he was completely inside of her they moaned and moved in unison for a pretty long time, their motions slow and intense, giving them the feeling of intimacy and total closeness. This was love making, this was passion, this was devotion. They looked each other in the eyes for the entire time, whispering sweet words, exchanging soft moans and little smiles. After a while Henry grabbed her ass and pulled her on his thighs to penetrate her even deeper. She lifted her hips eagerly and while he started to thrust, shoving his cock deep inside of her, she started to stimulate her clit simultaneously. It was such a turn on for Henry to watch her pleasure herself, he picked up speed, desperately wanting to fill her tight cunt with his cum.

Her moans turned into shrieks, his groans into animalistic grunts. They were rocking their hips, panting breathlessly, their bodies glistening with sweat.

"I'm close baby." Her voice was hoarse. 

"Then come for me princess...come...."

"Fuck." Her pussy clenched around him and she cried out loud, enjoying her orgasm, rocking her hips, her legs shivering.

"Y/n…." Henry grabbed her hips and now he allowed himself to fuck her. He went fast, took her deep and hard before he came too. As usual he let out a long husky sigh, throwing back his head, thrusting his hips till his climax was over. 

He pulled out slowly, plopped down beside her and took her in his strong arms. 

"I love you." She whispered.

"I love you too, princess. More than anything in the world."

"I know, Henry." She turned to him and kissed him tenderly. "And if I ever doubt it again, just show me...like you did today."

#Spotify #henry cavill #cavillry #henry cavill fandom #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill smut #henry cavill x reader #inspector cavill

[formerlyfandy]

red: describe your favorite shirt

orange: if you could, would you change your eye color? why? to what color, if so?

yellow: name of an artist you think is underappreciated

green: do you have a favourite flower?

blue: preferred type of weather?

red: describe your favorite shirt

Its a white short sleeved dress (?) shirt/button up. Vertical (up and down) tinn orange lines cover it, blue thinner lines on both sides. It has a collar, and is a little short (where when my arms are down it seems like a perfect fit but when i lift my arms up it shows a little tummy) [[i use it with my favorite outfit :}]

orange: if you could, would you change your eye color? why? to what color, if so?

I've never really had a problem with my eyes, i've always thought they looked nice :) wven so, maybw..!? It woyld just look cool! Probably purple or gray tbh

yellow: name of an artist you think is underappreciated (theres no yellow on mobile-)

For starters, theres definetly you! Then theres... uhh... idk who else i follow a lot of popular artists ^^""

green: do you have a favourite flower?

Nope! Never really had to had one! They're all prettyyyyyy

blue: preferred type of weather?

Sunny and warm! Not too hot but also not too cold! Although i don't mind a mild cold or a bit of rain <3

[soulsdontbreaktheybeeend]

Red Lights, Red Leather Part 1 | Joker x You

Inspired by my first business trip since March. The universe meant it more than well-intentioned by letting me stay at this hotel.

Summary: Due to a business trip, you’re staying at a hotel in Gotham and meet the infamous Joker on your first of three exciting nights there. It’s basically hotel sex okay. SMUT.

Sorry for the long introduction, but this really happened and I did not want to keep it from you. It fitted so well with my imagination that I would have loved to turn around and Joker would have been there. Also here, have an actual picture to imagine things better, hehe.

Words: 3,414

The door fell into the lock behind you. Your travel bag hit the shelf next to the wardrobe.

You were grateful for the fact that your colleagues didn't want to explore the city on a big scale that evening.

Usually you inspected every hotel room before you made yourself comfortable, but on this day the journey was too exhausting. Strenuous small talk accompanied you for more than six hours by car ride with two of your colleagues. With a big sigh, you dropped onto the double bed of your hotel room.

To your amazement the mattress bounced remarkably strong. By now you had moved into countless different hotel rooms and spent the night in their beds. Many of them were either just too hard, or already so worn out that it was difficult to get out of the ditch. But this one was different. The feathering awakened your curiosity to explore the room more in detail.

You noticed that the furniture was a mix of brighter wood and red leather. A typical hotel room carpet with a strange pattern underlined the atmosphere in red as well. The headboard of the bed was a huge circle, also covered with red leather. An armchair with a high backrest was located between the bed and the two big windows with curtains that were white, but red on the outside.

You couldn’t help but scoff at the type of establishment. It definitely matched the name of the hotel. The letters "Ruby" shone in a bright red above the entrance in front of which a red carpet was laid out. At that moment you were glad that you had seen a family with children in the entrance area when checking in. Otherwise, you would have thought that this hotel only belongs to another more particular scene.

After you took a look at the time and you were up on your feet again, you decided to take a quick shower.

Your jeans and shirt landed on the shelf next to your travel bag before entering the bathroom. Inside, on the left side, your fingers found a light switch. Your eyes squinted and blinked in surprise when no normal or usual white or warm white light illuminated the bathroom.

The room was not half as bright as usual.

Your eyes shot up to find a small round lamp on the ceiling. Your eyes slowly got used to the red light, while your gaze fell on yourself through the large mirror above the sink. You stood in the middle of the room and looked at yourself in the mirror in your underwear. The combination of the remaining light of the hotel room shining through the half-open door into the bathroom and the reddening of the light of the ceiling lamp in the bathroom flattered your skin noticeably.

Red and turquoise tones drew your curves in a sensual appearance. As your gaze lingered on your body and you removed your underwear, you felt a pleasant warmth on your skin. Your insightful look wandered back to the ceiling lamp...

An infrared lamp?!

You pulled an impressed pout towards the lamp and climbed into the shower tray. The hot water soothed the muscles that had become tense during the long trip. The sweetly fragrant hotel shampoo and shower gel additionally calmed your senses.

After your refreshing shower you decide to step outside the hotel to have a smoke. Too lazy to put on underwear, you slipped into your ripped jeans and top without any.

The elevator took you from the fifth floor down to the lobby. The red leather furniture was also to be found there. The floor seemed to be made of black granite. The way to the exit led through a long corridor with the same floor and high red plant pots on the left side.

As soon as the sliding doors opened automatically for you, you took a deep breath of fresh air. Goose bumps graced your arms for a few seconds as the cool air hit your still warm skin from the shower.

 While you were rolling your tobacco in your paper, two guys stopped at the hotel entrance. One of them walked in, the other one yelled after him, "dude, don't go in there!"

You didn't think much at first, so you lit your ready-rolled cigarette and pulled out your mobile phone, checked it for messages and let friends know that you had arrived safely.

After a few minutes the guy came back out of the hotel. Overly upset, he told his buddy in indignation that they wouldn't let him use the toilet. While you could prevent a look at them by continuing to look at your mobile phone, you couldn't completely block out their conversation.

“I asked if I could use the restroom. Then he asked for my room number, so I said 214. He checked that and told me that room 214 was unoccupied; that I was lying to him. I told him I just need to use the restroom real quick, but he told me to leave the hotel now.”

The other was amused by his story. They had walked a few steps and were now a few feet away from you, then suddenly came to a halt.

"You know what, man? If you don't let me use the fucking toilet, I'm gonna piss on your wall, you fuck."

Your gaze bored into the screen of your cell phone at his words, while you were texting a friend about what was happening and you heard a certain sound that made you realize that he really moved from words to deeds.

Afterwards they went on as if nothing had ever happened. You put your cell phone in your pocket, took a last drag of your cigarette and thought to yourself once again…

I hate people.

 “What a society, huh.”

 You startled at the words of a raspy low voice, while you were putting out your cigarette in the ashtray beside you. As you cast your eyes upwards, you searched for the owner of the calm voice. Your breath hitched in your throat when you saw Joker standing a few feet away from you. He leaned against a tree at the side of the road in a relaxed position. When your glances met, his eyes bored into yours with a confidence that left you speechless at first. Due to the fact, the only thing you came out with was a baffled sigh.

He led his cigarette to his mouth and took a puff. His eyes did not let go of yours. Not even when he took slow steps towards you. You couldn't resist his gaze for a short time when you felt the desire to look up and down at him.

He stopped right in front of you and leaned forward. You felt your body automatically try to catch up the distance by leaning back, but your mind decided not to move and embraced the welcomed closeness. His arm stretched out beside your hip to stub out the cigarette in the ashtray.

He was a bit taller than you, but when he bent down to the ashtray, his head was dangerously close to yours. You squinted in his direction and observed his green curls, breathing in his scent.

You suspect every move he made was planned in some way for something, and whatever it was, it worked. You were immediately drawn to him.

As he slowly moved back, you finally answered him. "It's like I always say... I hate people."

“Me, too.” He simply chuckled.

The mixture of his calm voice and his playful gaze put you in a comfortable but also exciting mood.

“Oh yeah?” Lifting your chin up, you asked him cheeky, “and how have you handled it so far?”

He elegantly swung his hips from side to side and looked up at the night sky, as if weighing whether you could bear his relentless response. His mouth formed a pout - your question was bold too. You could take it.

“I’ve murdered a few of them.”

Your eyes widened. You couldn't hold back and snorted and at the same time put one hand in front of your mouth. What else did you expect but an answer of this kind?

“Yeah, I've um… heard of that.” For a second your thoughts shot to a scenario where this encounter might not end well for you.

“And yet, here you are, still standing right in front of me. Talking to me like I'm not the person I am. Like I never committed the things you heard about.” He stepped even closer to you. “You think you can tell me why that is?”

Your heart started racing and you felt warm. He sure knew how to build up tension.

You looked down at the floor to catch a glimpse of his penetrating gaze. Yet you could not truly escape. He was so close that nothing could relax you for a moment. On the contrary. Your gaze went down over his red suit trousers and down to his chic shoes. That only made you more aroused than you admitted you already were.

Your gaze wandered slowly from his ankles, over his crotch to his painted face back up. Your eyes grew heavier with desire from every inch you absorbed from him.

“I think I'd like to elaborate on that in a more private place.”

His eyes were already undressing you when he casually answered, "after you." With his arm he gestured the way to the hotel entrance. A devilishly cheeky grin lay on his lips.

You looked him straight in the eyes and lightly returned his grin. You licked your lips and turned towards the entrance.

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You held the door open for him and he confidently walked into hotel room 522. You put the door in the lock and turned to him.

You saw him from behind, inspecting the room. You noticed how his gaze paused briefly when he saw the armchair with a high back. Even if you couldn't see it, you could have sworn he was smirking.

His gaze finally turned to the headboard of the bed. You could now see his profile and you realized that your hunch was right. He was grinning.

"Oh, would you look at that!” He stated, as he stretched one finger towards the bed. “My, what a gigantic headboard. I wonder if it's just design or if someone thought of something more functional." His smirk widened.

“What do you think?” He asked you your opinion.

You were still standing at the entrance of the room. You loved how playful he seemed and at the same time it drove you wild. Wild about him.

"First of all, I think it works even better this way." Your fingers hit the light switches on the wall next to you, turning off the main light.

In the next second your fingers pressed another light switch. A dark red light filled the room. The only light source in the room was now only the atmospheric lighting behind the headboard of the bed. It set the headboard even more in scene.

Joker drew an impressed face, which again turned into this devilish grin, as he said, “and what comes after ‘first of all’?”

“Second...” You walked slowly towards him and stopped a few inches before him, your fingers playing with the collar of his jacket whilst you looked seductively up at him. “I think this suit goes really beautifully with the decor of the room.”

“Mmm. You really do, huh?” He had you confirm his question before he grabbed your wrists and fixed them with one hand behind your lower back. It made you arch your back, your breasts pressed against his chest.

"You are very greedy. Has anyone ever told you that?” The look in his eyes made you weak, especially your legs.

You shook your head no.

“No one had ever managed to make me behave like this before.” You admitted in a soft voice, biting your lip as your flat palms slowly moved down from his collar on his upper body.

Your confession further fuelled your actions.  Your hands left his body and moved on to your own. You took a few steps back, only for him to have the opportunity to take a better look at you. Your hands played with the hem of your shirt, pulling it up to reveal your belly but not yet to allow him to catch a glimpse of your breasts.

You did not know where your self-confidence came from, especially with the knowledge of who was facing you. But for some reason, it only spurred you on even more. Joker enjoyed your little show, but his patience was limited. He reached for your shirt.

“Here, let me help you with that.” He purred.

Impatiently he pulled the shirt over your head. Your vision was restricted by the hair that fell into your face when you tried to find his gaze. He took care of it. When he brushed your hair out of your face and put his hand with grip on your neck; your view of him cleared up. Your eyes grew heavy with lust at the sight of him noticing you weren’t wearing a bra. You had never seen such lust in anyone's eyes before.

You had tried to play his game of seduction, but now at the latest you started to lose. How could someone do that to you, just by looking at you?

His grip on your neck tightened, using it to pull you towards him. His fingertips clawed into your neck, while his thumb slipped over your lower lip to your chin to open your mouth. You could not restrain a faint moan from his action. Your eyes still stared into his. Joker's eyes fixated the movements of your mouth. He moved even further towards you before he bent a little and searched for your tongue with his own.

 His lips did not leave yours, when he started to walk you to the bed. The back of your knees giving way when they hit the edge of the bed. You began to fall, but he stopped you from doing so.

“Mm-mm. Get up on the bed, sweetheart.” He almost whispered to you. His voice sounded so deep and raspy.

You followed his instructions, before both of you got up on the mattress. The bouncy mattress and his leering eyes made it difficult to keep your balance. Joker pressed you against the headboard with your back. The only support you needed now was himself. The leather on your back felt pleasantly cool on your hot skin. But the short refreshment did not last long for he started to kiss along your neck, his green curls tickling the area between your breasts.

Joker slid further down to allow his tongue access to your nipple. He licked around it and inhaled sharply just above your nipple, producing a cooling breeze which made you shiver. He flipped his tongue up and down before he sucked your nipple into his mouth and nibbled on it. Your arms automatically wrapped around him, one of them holding the back of his head in place. Which showed him that you more than relished his touch.

You felt his tongue and lips alternately dancing their way down your body.

Your breathing got heavy when you saw him kneel down and felt his hands on your jeans. He loosened the button and pulled down the zipper. He groaned deeply when he discovered that you were not wearing anything underneath it either. He looked up at you with this smug grin he wore so well, before pushing the fabric aside; his lips placing a kiss on your mound of Venus. Your head fell back against the headboard of the bed in anticipation.

“Mm. It's like you and me were meant to happen, don't you think?” He purred against your core and grabbed at your ass before pulling down your jeans.

“Or maybe you were just-” Your attempt to tease him failed when you felt his wet tongue licking right at your clit. Speechless, your further words turned into moaning. Your left hand clapped against the leather behind you, your right hand dug deep into his curls. It drove you crazy even further to feel that smug grin against your folds.

You dared to look down. The sight made you lose your mind. His face between your legs, lapping and licking at you; one of his hands reached to his crotch, freeing himself and beginning to stroke his erection firmly.

Both of your arousals grew when your gazes met in the dimmed red light. Joker licked a long stretch along your torso up to your neck, whispering in your ear, "you taste so good, darling."

Loving the feeling of his hot breath against your sensitive area, you held his head in place. He started teasing you by rubbing the tip of his hard length along your clit.

“I'm dying to find out how you feel.” Did he murmur in your ear before he entered you. Curses left both of your mouths.

Your fingers dug deep into his curls yet again, while you lifted your left leg, putting it around his waist. He reached for your thigh in unison to support you. At the same time, it allowed him to push deeper into you. His hard cock explored other angles in you that made you moan his name in pure pleasure.

It wasn't long before he grabbed your right leg, lifted it and you wrapped it around him. He was so deep inside you, each thrust gave you this slightly painful and sweet feeling that made you fly higher in delight.

His one arm wrapped around your lower back to maintain the rhythm, while the other supported himself on the top of the headboard.

With this new position he began to push harder and faster into you. His breathing became faster as well, his grip on the headboard so tight that his ankles began to turn white from the pressure.

“Oh my god, Joker!” You could only whisper his name.

“Mm. You feel so warm, so tight around me.” He groaned. “I want you to be a good girl and cum all over my cock.”

His deep voice in combination with his in that moment slow, lustful deep thrusts robbed you of your senses.

Your head fell against the top of the bed once more. Your back no longer benefited from the coolness of the leather. It had turned into a slippery matter long ago. Sweat was dripping from your back against the material. Joker's blows became faster again. Both of your arms reached up behind you to the headboard. One hand was placed right above Joker's, you grabbed it firmly. He grunted in response.

Now that he had one hand free, he led it to your mouth. Joker let you suck his thumb, and you did him nothing more than this favor at that moment. He watched your lips close around his thumb, his eyes heavy with lust; he was close.

The thumb you just felt on your tongue, now spoiled you on your clit. Both your moans grew louder and faster. You soaked up every sound he made. He sounded heavenly.

The extra stimulation brought you to your peak. Your fingers clawed into his, you arched your back and clenched around him. He cursed as he came inside you, grabbing your waist again to hold you steady. His forehead pressed against the crook of your neck as he came down from his high.

You slowly loosened your legs that were wrapped tightly around him, and he slipped out of you. You were wobbly on your legs, but that didn't bother you in any way. You put your arms down and ran a hand through your hair. Joker now leaned with both of his hands against the leather behind you, holding you captive in between.

He leaned in and kissed you passionately. Your senses overwhelmed by the feeling of his tongue against yours and what had happened this night.

You looked straight into each other's eyes, both of you still panting, enjoying the feeling to the full.

  “How many nights are you staying here?” He asked you in anticipation.

You answered curtly, "two more."

He grinned slightly impishly and leaned against your ear.

"Good. Room number 522. I'll remember that one."

@daydreamhustler​ @jokerownsmysoul @lynnesm @illusionsinmyhead @life-or-something-like-lt @jokerflecker 

#idk how i finished this tonight of all nights with those pics going around #holy shit #um yeah so anyways let me know what you think and if you wanna know how they'd get it on at two other places in that beautiful hotel room #souls writes #joker x you #joker x reader #also let me know if you wanna be tagged in the other 2 parts

[moody-cowdaddy]

Blue Button-Down

Arthur Morgan x Reader | Imagine #4

Summary: You get soaked during a rainstorm while on an overnight trip with Arthur, and now you're freezing.

Category: Fluff, Sexual Tension.

A/N: I'm honestly having too much fun writing these lil' fluffy/sexual tension Arthur pieces. 😭 also, I apologize in advance about not being able to put add a 'keep reading' cut. It's been almost a year or so since I've been on Tumblr to actually write as much as I have the past week. I'm not sure how Tumblr mobile works anymore. So, if anyone would know how to put this under a cut, please let me know. 🤷‍♀️

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"I said, I wanna touch the earth

I wanna break it in my hands

I wanna grow something wild and unruly

I wanna sleep on the hard ground

In the comfort of your arms

On a pillow of blue bonnets

In a blanket made of stars

Oh, it sounds good to me."

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If there was ever a time for New Hanover to suffer a torrential downpour, it was always whenever you and Arthur went on trips where it was necessary to stay overnight. There had been some O'Driscolls spotted in the Valetine saloon. So, immediately, Dutch sent the two of you out to tail the gang back to their hideout to take them all out.

You were halfway to Strawberry when the bottom of the sky seemed to just give out, pummeling the two of you and the surrounding area with rain. It was already close to dusk, so Arthur decided that you needed to stop and set up a campsite as fast as you could to get you and the horses of the rain.

You agreed with him as you slid yourself off of Jasper, leading him over to a slightly more wooded area to provide the stallion with some form of cover from the weather onslaught. Your clothes were already halfway soaked with water, and you could feel your body temperature dropping the more the cold rain fell on you.

"Think ya can help me get this tent up?" Arthur asked as he untied a canvas from the back of Athena's saddle.

"Yeah, we gotta be quick. Looks like it's set in for the night." You walked over to him, helping him unload the rest of the supplies from his saddle.

He nodded. "Seems that way. Them O'Driscolls will have'ta wait 'til mornin'."

The two of you were utterly drenched by the time you finally got the tent set up. Arthur seemed to be unbothered by it, but then again, he had been subject to far more harsh weather than this. You, on the other hand, were completely chilled to the bone. When you were finally able to get inside of the tent, it was a relief to finally have yourself sheltered from the freezing rain, but you were still cold, regardless. It was going to take more than just shelter to warm you back up. You dropped yourself to the ground, shivering as you pulled off your trail coat, tossing it to the side. It was a bit of a relief, but not by much, the majority of the rest of your clothes were still soaked through to the skin.

"Goddamn," Arthur hissed as climbed into the tent after you. "I tried'ta get the horses s'much cover as I could. It's a damn mess out there."

He lowered himself onto his bedroll near you as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lighting one up. It was quiet, all except for the sound of the rain as it poured on top of the tent, beating the material to hell, gallon by gallon. You did what you could to wring the water out of your hair before bringing your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them as your shivering began to intensify when the cool air from the outside hit your drenched clothing.

Arthur had took notice of it immediately, turning his attention towards you. "Ya alright, girl?"

You shook your head. "Other than freezing to death, I'm fine."

"Ya bring any extra clothes?" He stuck the cigarette between his lips, taking a drag.

You gave him a pleading look as you shook your head, figuring he'd berate you for not bringing any extra. But he didn't. He never did, and you knew better than that. Arthur was always different with you than the others. He'd berate anyone else in a second with his quick wit and a smart mouth, but with you, that wasn't so. If he ever had a difference of opinion with you, or needed you to know better about a situation, he'd always give you that familiar stern look of his, followed by the dangerous way his tone sounded when he said, "Girl".

Quite frankly, sometimes you'd antagonize him just to illicit that response out of him. He was even more desirable than usual when he had a streak of anger in him.

He shook his head amusingly at you as he reached over to dig through his saddlebag. "I gotta lot to teach ya about bein' prepared, huh?"

A bashful expression appeared on your face as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "I guess ya do Mr. Morgan."

He finally leaned back over to you holding a worn, blue button down shirt. It was the one that you had seen him wearing so many times before, and your heart skipped a beat as you saw him offering it up to you now.

"Oh, Arthur. You'll have nothin' to change into if I-"

He cut you off with his free hand as he held the shirt out to you with his other, the cigarette still hanging from between his lips. "It ain't up for debate, (Y/N). You'll catch ya damn death out here if ya keep that on."

You took the shirt gently from his hands, clutching it tightly. "Thank you, Arthur."

He smiled, "Ya know damn well I ain't gonna let you freeze. Ya need me to step out?"

"No." You shook your head, "There ain't no need to for all that."

Truth be told, you'd have been more content if he was taking these soaked clothes off of your body for you.

"A'ight then." He took one last drag off the cigarette before throwing the butt of it outside of the opening flap of the tent.

But, him being the gentleman that he was, he still turned his head away from you. You sighed lightly, smiling to yourself as you began to unbutton your own shirt. Sometimes he was too much of a gentleman, but that'd have to wait, The focus right now was getting these clothes. Pulling the saturated clothes off of your body was a torture all on it's on. The wet material of both your pants and shirt still tried to cling to your body, making you hiss everytime a freezing piece of the cloth touched your skin.

When you finally got the shirt and pants off, you threw them across the tent, wanting them as far away from you as possible. You pulled Arthur's large shirt over your shoulders. It was an indescribable feeling, not only for the warmth that it held, but the fact that it was his shirt. It smelled like him; a mix of cigarettes, campfires and pine needles. He was considerably bigger than you, so the shirt was very loose fitting and comfortable. It was long enough to where it hung just a little past your thighs. You were still cold, but you felt much better than you had before.

When you finished, you lowered yourself back down onto your bedroll. Arthur peeked around to check if you were decent before he shifted himself back to the front of the tent. The rain had calmed down from what it was a few moments ago, but that wasn't saying a whole lot since it was still pouring down rather heavily.

"Ya know I'm gonna feel bad about takin' ya shirt. I owe ya one," you admitted.

"Nah," he said. "Long as your warm, that s'all that matters."

The way he cared for you almost made your heart hurt sometimes, especially when you so desperately longed to care for him, and to be with him in more than just this way.

You gave him a nod and a thankful smile as your lowered yourself to lay down on your bedroll. You and him listened quietly to the rain for a while, thinking over your own things, and thinking about how this whole thing with the O'Driscolls would play out tomorrow. But you couldn't keep your mind on much else, not even on Arthur, and that man consumed a good portion of all your thoughts. You were still bitterly cold, and the sharpness of the air outside didn't help. At all. You had began shivering again as you curled yourself up into a fetal-like position, trying to get some more warmth going, but it wasn't much use.

"Ya still cold?" Arthur cocked an eyebrow at you.

"Very. This is why I don't meddle with the cold." You could see small clouds of fog each time you spoke.

"I can't start a fire with it rainin'," Arthur breathed, looking from you to his saddlebag.

He finally stood up and quickly began to unbutton his own shirt, dropping it to the ground before he kicked his boots off. Next, he worked on his gunbelt, letting it drop the the ground with a THUD as he went for the button on his pants after that. Even as cold as you were, seeing him literally strip down in front of you like this was obviously enough to take your mind off of it for the moment. You lifted your head slightly as you watched him standing there in nothing put a pair of underwear. The man seemed to be all muscle, there was almost no part of his body that didn't look like some kinda statue you'd see in a big city, or one of them old places like Greece.

He ended up pulling out a pair of dry pants from his saddlebag and put them on. When he got the fresh pants on, he walked back over to his bedroll, yanking his blanket off of it before stepping over to you, quickly gesturing to you with his head.

"Scoot," he said bluntly.

A certain look of surprise came over your face as you leaned up, forcing your tensed muscles to move as you made room for the hulking man to lay himself down beside you. He threw his blanket over you, lowering himself down beside you. He lifted the blanket up just enough to his work his way up under it. You could feel your whole body go even more tense when you felt his body heat and the way he protectively wrapped his arm around you.

You scooted yourself just a little closer to him. You laid your head down near his chest while you brought your hand up, resting it against his broad, firm chest, feeling the tussles of chesthair beneath your fingertips. You could hear the slight hitch of his breath when you touched him, and you weren't completely sure if it was because of how cold your hand was, or if he was just that touch starved. You had a feeling that it might've been both. He didn't seem the slightest bit uncomfortable about it, though.

Overall, it seemed as if it was somewhat of an open secret between the two of you, that, you both knew that each of you had some sort of attraction to the other. But how much and how far either of you were willing to go with that was still up in the air and never discussed. You knew what you wanted from Arthur, and you just hoped that somehow he knew that.

But those were thoughts for a different time. The man literally had you in his arms at this very moment, doing whatever he could to keep your from freezing to death, and that's all you were worried about. You were absolutely grateful. You laid there for the moment in a state of complete bliss. The feeling of his strong arms around you was almost too much to bear, you hadn't experienced anything else in your life that made you feel what you were feeling now.

No one else in your life had ever made you feel the way that Arthur was making you feel in this very moment, and it made your heart ache all the more because of it. You were so close to him that you could hear the slow, steady beating of his heart in his chest. It sounded more lovely than any song you had ever heard before.

"How ya feelin'?" He asked.

The grumbling of his his deep voice vibrating in his chest sending another shockwave down your spine, but, atleast this time it was for a reason that you actually enjoyed.

You rolled your eyes up to him, looking directly into those crystal blue iris' of his. This was the first time you had ever been this close to him, and you couldn't help but be in awe of him. You admired his chiselled features, and how thick his beard was beginning to get. Any other time you'd stop yourself from doing this, but he seemed to be studying your face just as much as you were his.

You finally sighed, reluctantly peeling your eyes away from the handsome cowboy. "I'm a lot better now. Thank ya, Arthur."

"Don't mention it. I ain't gonna let nothin' happen to ya. Ya already know that." You could feel him shrug as he shifted his arm, moving to rest it flat against the small of your back.

You scoffed playfully, "Yeah." You looked up at him once more, "I think I know that better than 'bout anyone."

"That ya do," he chuckled. "Don't think I'd be lettin' anyone else take my best shirt."

You scoffed at him, "This ratty ol' thing, Arthur?" You were only poking fun at him, and he knew that.

"Hey, don't be talkin' shit 'bout mine. It's keepin' ya warm, ain't it?" He chuckled again, shifting his eyes down to you.

"I won't doubt ya, but I think that's more you, ol' man." You smiled innocently back up at him.

"Who you callin' ol' man, girl?" He squinted his eyes at you in mock offense.

"You," you repeated with a coy smile.

"A'ight then, I'll remember to let ya freeze next time. Maybe one'a them grizzly bears will keep ya warm." He cut his eyes to you again, trying to hold back his smile.

You shook your head at him. "Y'know you'd never let anythin' happen to me, Arthur Morgan."

That familiar smile danced across his lips as he gave you a slow nod. "Well, I can't argue with ya on that one. Yer the pain in my ass that I jus' can't live without."

You both laughed as you laid there, arms still around eachother. It was one of the few moments where the two of you could just let your guards down and be yourselves. And getting to spend this time wrapped in his embrace only made it better. You honestly couldn't think of a moment where you had ever been happier. The two of you locked eyes with eachother once more, both of you seemed to be doing the best to stare into the other's soul, wondering who would ever be the one to make the first move.

"So," you spoke, trying to break up the silence that had set in again, "Mind tellin' me what Dutch's obsession with these O'Driscoll men is?"

Arthur sighed, bringing his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose as he turned his head to look up at the roof of the tent. "Ehh, it's a long story. We've been at war with 'em boys for years. Colm, the leader, killed Dutch's woman years ago. The only woman I think he ever really loved, an' he's been tryin' to kill that slippery bastard ever since."

"Oh. Well, you can't damn 'em for that. I think I'd wanna kill the person that took someone I love. But, then again, I ain't never found a man I could stand for more than a night." You shrugged.

"That right?" Arthur asked curiously.

You looked up at him, biting down on the inside of you lip. "Perhaps I fancied at least one of 'em."

Of course you were referring to Arthur himself.

"What about you. Why ain't you gotta woman?"

Arthur hummed, his chest heaving slightly at the question. "I did, long time ago. Almost got married, but she didn't want no part'a this life, an' this life is all I ever known, so, that was that. I'm a bad man, an' I know that."

You rolled your eyes at what you were hearing him saying. "You're pullin' my leg, right?"

"What?" He cut his eyes to you.

You grunted, propping yourself up on your elbow to look at him head on. "Arthur, you are one the of the best, most kindest men I ever met."

"She didn't see it that way," he gestured his head, still unconvinced.

"Jesus Christ. Just 'cause some woman disapproves of ya ifestyle don't make you a bad man. Do you think I'm a bad person 'cause I live this life with y'all?" You narrowed your eyes at him.

His lips parted in surprise as he shook his head quickly. "No. 'Course I don't think that. Why'd ya say some shit like'at?"

"To prove my point." You smiled mischievously, knowing you had just got one over on him.

His lips stretched into a thin line, stifling a smile. "I swear, gal."

"Ya know I'm right," you said confidently.

He hummed again, "Hah. Careful, darlin'. Wouldn't want ya gettin' too cocky."

"Yeah, yeah," you giggled.

You were finally able to relax once you were fully warm, thanks to Arthur. He still had his arms slung around you, and he seemed to be just as comfortable as you were. The feeling of his bare skin against you was the epitome of heaven.

"Ah shit," Arthur breathed, finally laying his head back down to the bedroll. "If we're gonna get the jump on them O'Driscolls, we better get some rest."

You had already began to get sleepy once you finally got comfortable. So you had no reason to argue with him about that.

"You're right about that."

"Ya want me to get back on my bedroll, or stay here?" He asked, peering up at you with those blue orbs.

"You can stay right here.. I mean, if youd like?" You asked.

He sighed, giving you a non-chalant shrug as he nestled himself down onto the bedroll. "Ah hell, I'm already comfortable where I am."

You tried to hold back the feverish nip of red at your cheeks, but there was no stopping it now. You gave him a nod, and lowered yourself back down beside him.

"Thank you again."

He turned his head in your direction, giving you a look of sincerity. "Ya don't have to thank me, (Y/N). I'd do it again."

You could feel a warmth in your chest as he spoke. His voice was gruff, but was as smooth as silk whenever he spoke. You couldn't help but smile, and you were convinced there wasn't anything you didn't like about this man. You took in a calming breathe and met his eyes again.

"I know you would. You wanna know why?" you asked as you leaned up once more, surprising him as you laid a kiss on the side of his prickly cheek, the hairs tickling your lips. "That's because you're a good man, Arthur Morgan. And you're gonna know that someday."

He looked at you in shock as a small, shy smirk tugged at the side of his lip as he watched you lower yourself back down beside him. You nuzzled your face against his chest, listening to his heartbeat again, which was beating considerably faster this time.

"Goodnight, Arthur," you whispered in a sleepy tone.

"Goodnight, (Y/N)," he answered back softly.

You could have swore you felt him pull you closer into his chest, wrapping his arm around you just a little tighter as you drifted off to sleep.

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[wotinspntarnation]

A Night By The Fireplace

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1738 cue the Fetty Wap music

Warnings: language, oral sex

Summary: You tried to deny your love for Sam Winchester, but found out he felt the same for you

A/N: Another entry for @ravenangel33 writing challenge!! This is my first Sam x Reader fic and all I imagine from Sam is his want to make you cum without penetration (hes a sweet boy ya know). Once again thank you to my lovely beta @mrs-meghan-winchester because this was a shit show at first y’all but she turned it into a masterpiece.

MAYBE TUMBLR MOBILE WILL ACTUALLY LET ME FUCKING POST THIS.

S/N: let me know if you want to be added to my forever list or the list for my Dean x Reader series (which I'll be continuing soon)

You had always been drawn to Sam but never ever would you react on it. You saw the way hunting had torn apart the Winchester’s, Ellen's, and Bobby's families. No way in hell would you put yourself through that because of a crush. A crush that you might have had for about 5 years, but nonetheless. And there was no way he was interested in you since you were 10 years younger than him. Women his age were more mature, had more money, and were all around sexier. While their daily outfits included pencil skirts with stiletto heels, you wore fitted jeans and cowboy boots.

Your evenings had generally consisted of hanging out at the roadhouse, bartending when Ellen was socializing. As you began stacking cups you heard the shifting of two stools followed by your name. You recognized that voice, it was Sam's. You sucked in a quick breath to calm yourself. You turned around, leaning over to place your elbows on the bar and to expose your chest. “Hey Sam, Dean. What can I get ya boys?”

Dean smiled, “Hey sweetheart, I'll take some whiskey.” As you turned around, you felt his eyes burning into your bottom. With a loud groan and an “Ow", you were sure that Sam had kicked Dean for eyeing you like a piece of meat. Turning back around and pouring Dean some whiskey on the rocks, you turned to Sam. Pushing strands of your Y/C/H hair behind your ear to let your eyes wander over Sam's shoulders and face.

“How about you Sammy, what can I get ya?” you purred, letting your lip set between your teeth.

What the hell were you doing?! Not even this morning did you have to pull yourself from your thoughts because you didn't want to have a nomad lifestyle. But you couldn't fucking help yourself. The way the looked, the way he smelled, and the way he spoke. You couldn't help but think about how amazing he would taste...

Sam looked over at Dean, your eyes following. He had already downed his whiskey and was now chatting it up with some girl who looked to be barely 21.

You began to giggle watching the interaction, and Sam couldn't help but admire you. Admire the way you looked when you smiled and your adorable laugh. Fuck, and the way you smelled made him so hard. A perfect mix between flowers and whiskey.

Feeling Sam's hand against your arm snapped you back to reality. He chuckled to himself, “I'd love some of you. Something I should've got the first time I met you.”

Your heart began to flutter. No way this was actually happening. Sam Winchester has wanted you for as long as you've wanted him?!

You had no idea what had gotten into you, but you leaned in. Letting your lips ghost over his, you whispered just loud enough for him to hear, “Then take me Sammy.. I'm all yours.”

You heard his breath catch and his gentle touch on your arm became a firm grip. “You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear you say that.” he groaned just before pressing his lips against yours.

He stood up and began towards the door, turning around and making eye contact just before leaving the doorway. Throwing the towel onto the counter you popped your head into the back room, “Hey Elle, I'm gonna take a break for the night!” she turned around and met you with a smile, “Sounds good sweetheart.”

Immediately after emerging from the door, you were pulled to the side and instantly had a warm set of lips against yours, Sam’s tongue begging to have entrance to your mouth. Sam pulled away, your face between his hands “Fuck Y/N you're perfect.” and his lips crashed into yours again, tongue sliding against yours as soon as you granted his request.

“Gonna make you feel so good tonight baby. Make you all mine.”

Your breathing was labored at the thought of Samuel Winchester touching you in all the right places.

“Let's go, I cant wait any longer.”

On the way there you couldn't help but wonder what had gotten into him. He and Dean had to have just gotten into town so he wouldn't have had any alcohol. Unless, was he just using you as a stress reliever? It was like he could read your mind because his hand found yours, squeezing it. “You know, I've had a crush on you for so long but I never thought you'd go for me." your eyes widened as they met his, “What do you mean?! You are easily the most attractive man I've ever seen.” he chuckled “I'm old baby.” your eyes met your feet “Yeah...I like it" you whispered under your breath, assuming he didn't hear you as he had no response.

Locking your front door behind you, you led Sam through the house to the living room. Lighting up the fireplace you brought out blankets and pillows to make a pallet. Within seconds Sam had his hands all over you, making figure eight shapes. He sat on the arm of the couch, pulling you between his legs and latching his lips to your throat. In between each breath he praised you, telling you how beautiful you were and how long he's waited for this. You pulled off his shirt, and he pulled off yours. Both of you doing an equal exchange of removing clothes until there was nothing on your bodies.

He moved to your makeshift bed and laid back, stroking his hard on and beckoning you with a finger, “Come take a seat on my face pretty girl. Let me show you what you've been missing.”

That stupid knot in your stomach grew along with the company of butterflies. The things that this man did to you were so confusing but without a second thought, you were crawling up his body. You had barely gotten your thighs at either side of his head before his hands were pulling your wet core down to his mouth. “Been wanting to taste you for so long baby. Wanna show you how bad I've needed you the past 5 years.”

“S-Sam...fuck yes" you choked out.

Sure you've had other guys go down on you and make you orgasm, but that was with your help. No one had ever given you such a euphoric feeling as Sam was right now. He sucked on your clit, gentle enough to not hurt you but hard enough to make it more sensitive every time. He darted his tongue in and out of your entrance with the occasional lick up and down your throbbing lips. You leaned back, just enough to get a firm hold on his cock and began pumping. For fucks sake, this man was huge. You wished you could turn to look at it but as soon as your hand made contact with his shaft, the grip on your thighs tightened and he let out and delicious groan. “Fuck baby, your hand feels so good, can’t wait to feel your pussy.”

By then you were a moaning mess. Sam keeping his rhythm of sucking, darting his tongue in and out, and licking were bringing you to the absolute edge but he kept stopping for a few moments every single time. “Want my baby to come when I do.” he breathed as he swatted your hand away from his cock, guiding it to his hair. You pulled your hands away, turning so you could lean down his body and take him into your mouth. “Mmmm. What a good girl. Sucking my dick while I eat her pussy.” he smirked as he smacked your ass. “Sam.. your mouth feels so fucking good on my pussy.” you moaned. Taking his shaft into your hands once more you circled his head with your tongue, then pushed it past your lips and began bobbing your head.

“Fuuuuuck baby girl," Sam groaned as he grabbed a fistful of your Y/C/H hair into his hand and pushed your head farther down, forcing his swollen tip to hit the back of your throat with every bob.

With his free hand he wet two fingers with his mouth and began flicking back and forth against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Thrusting his tongue in and out of your cunt.

He let out a guttural moan and you began to feel him twitch, unsure of whether or not you could take any more of him in your mouth, and again it was like Sam read your mind. He thrusted farther down your throat and just as you began to gag, he spilled into you. He tasted just as amazing as you had imagined; a perfect mix between sweet and salty. Feeling him moan your name against your pussy while hearing it sent you jumping off a cliff to chase your orgasm. As the waves began to take over, Sam firmly grabbed your hips and transitioned to focusing on your clit. Kissing and flicking his tongue over it as he helped you ride out your climax.

You tumbled off of him, finally taking note of how dim the fire had gotten and sighing while simultaneously trying to catch your breath. Sam propped himself on his left elbow, dragging his calloused fingers against your back and with a gravelly tone to his voice he said to you, “Don't worry babygirl, we’ll have plenty of nights we can spend right here.”

You sat up, grabbing a blanket to cover yourself. You turned your head and focused your attention on the small embers still glowing, “Hey Sam...?”

“Yeah Y/N?”

“I love you...”

There was silence. Both of you stopped breathing and all you could hear was the crackle of the dying fire. With tears swelling in your eyes from what you feared most, Sam pulled you from the thoughts.

As a large hand touched your cheek, he pulled your head to look at him.

Confusion struck when you saw tears streaming down his face as he began to speak, “I have waited so long for this moment. Waited so long to hear you tell me you loved me and to be able to say it back. Baby, I love you too..”

Your big, burly lumberjack was such a softy and you wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of your life with him.

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