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crimson-kisses · 3 months

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Ok umm. Yandere god Canada, America, Russia, Austria, Germany, and France with a nature Goddess reader.

🤡💧anon ~

Technically, I have already done this ask in a way so this will only contain some drabbles!! Hope you liked it. Austria is a new one, tho!

Warning: Contains usual yandere themes, toxic relationships and the like.

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Canada || Matthew Williams 🇨🇦

Sitting atop a grassy hill, surrounded by vibrant blooming flowers, Matthew watches you with an admiring gaze. The calmness you give off brings a sense of peace to his soul, and he could spend hours simply observing your serene demeanor.

However, beneath your calm exterior, a storm rages within. Containing your seething fury, you make a decision not to show Matthew the extent of your anger. He had held you captive, subjecting you to his relentless beasts—creatures both mortal and immortal, magical and fierce.

His mighty wolves encircle you, seeking solace and warmth, as if yearning for a mother's touch. But you are far from their mother, yet you dare not push them away, lest you lose half of your body.

While your injuries may heal, the pain would prove burdensome, and that is the last thing you desire.

Matthew has succeeded in breaking your spirit through fear, ensuring your submission to his will. Meanwhile, delicate creatures flutter around you, drawn to the beauty of the blossoming flowers, as if inviting them into an embrace.

Sitting on the hill, you keenly sense Matthew's loving gaze upon you, his watchful eyes drinking in every detail of your presence.

"Your presence brings me a tranquility I haven't felt in eons,"

He murmurs, walking closer to where you sit, his hands clasped behind his back. He stalks towards you, paying no mind to the flowers crushed under his boots as he positions himself besides you. In his outstretched palm, a delicate butterfly finds solace.

His eyes, a shade of soothing lavender, gaze at you with a glint of delight. He reaches out, intertwining his fingers with yours, binding them tightly together. The fluttering creatures find respite around both of you, creating a delicate barrier.

You manage to suppress a shudder at his words, a bitter irony lingering in your mind. For he has brought you nothing but misfortune after misfortune. Trapped in this place, guarded by unfathomable creatures, you find yourself drained and wearied. His clinginess, has only soured over time, leaving you with a distaste that grows stronger with each passing moment.

At the very least, he hasn’t taken you far away from your domain.

America || Alfred F Jones 🇺🇸

The palace of the divine king stood in all its splendor, a spectacular sight of celestial marble adorned with magnificent statues. Pearls of various kinds adorned every corner, while golden rings encircled the ceilings, creating an ambiance fit for the heavens.

Yet, for you, it was a personal hell.

Alfred had positioned you on his lap, gripping you tightly as he attended to his duties and other matters, leaving you unable to attend to your own responsibilities. Your connection to your own domain felt distant, slipping through your fingers like sand.

There was no solace to be found within these walls.

But of course, Alfred was busy with showcasing you, parading you around, while purposely disregarding your legitimate concerns. It often felt as if he intentionally sought to provoke you, to ignite his wrath within you.

Perhaps that was exactly what he desired.

There is no piece or a leaf of your domain to be found near his castle, his territory, his domain, because his insufferable pride wouldn’t let that happen anytime soon. Instead, he to claim you as his, not as an another immortal being, but his wife, his woman, his lover. That’s the only identity you ought to have in his eyes.

Except for the garden, a sprawling expanse adorned with lush nature, you were forbidden to enter without his presence by your side. He would lead you beneath the thick foliage of the trees, that’s where he pleased you as he so wished, over and over again, until he was satisfied. The flowers bloomed with an ardent passion, glistening with dewdrops that adorned the garden like delicate jewels. It was a place solely dedicated to your pleasure, a sanctuary of sensory delights.

As if he was saying without telling, that even in this sanctuary you cannot have solace or peace without him by your side.

His hands were now inching towards your thighs, the dress slipping away smooth as milk as goosebumps raised on your skin, he stared at you with a lustful gaze, sitting between your naked thighs.

"It’s always a pleasure to be on my knees for you".

Russia || Ivan Brangisky 🇷🇺

He was more than aware that the frigidness of his domain did not suit you well and often clashed with the climate of your domain. Frost clung to your delicate skin, causing you to tremble ever so slightly in the face of the biting cold breeze.

He inhaled softly through his nose, a smile slowly spreading across his lips as he imagined you snugly wrapped in his coat, finding warmth and comfort within its embrace.

Sadly, you had politely refused.

Ivan set a steaming bowl of hot soup before you, urging you to partake as he settled into a seat across from you. His gaze, filled with intensity, roamed freely over your form, appreciating your beauty. You were indeed a stunning woman, a captivating sight that was truly a feast for the eyes.

He held a special fondness for the moments when you brought life and beauty to his desolate domain, watching nature bloom in all its loveliness and delight. It was a sight that touched his heart and filled him with a rare warmth, a feeling he rarely experienced within his own realm and in his life as a whole.

And it was precisely because of this profound connection that he felt compelled to carry out what he was about to do.

With deep violet eyes sparkling with delight and a hint of amusement, he watched as a vibrant cluster of sunflowers flourished around his house. Your cheerful laughter and radiant smile tugged at his heartstrings, bringing warmth to the depths of his being.

You were undeniably enchanting, blissfully unaware of the healing power you possessed. In your presence, the scars that tore at his heart and the wars that ravaged his immortal soul seemed to fade away.

It was you, and only you, who had the ability to mend the shattered pieces and bring solace to his troubled existence.

Austria || Roderick Edelstein 🇦🇹

Glowing bluebells sway delicately from fragile stems, emitting a soft, ethereal glow. As you run your fingers tenderly across their petals, a melodic serenade reminiscent of piano keys fills the air. With a sigh, you become aware that you are under the watchful scrutiny of keen plum-colored eyes.

You have long stopped caring about such things, focusing on the peaceful arrangements of nature around you, swaying with their own set of tunes which was such a joy to hear.

Emerging from his hiding place, Roderick would reprimand you about the seemingly chaotic music that resonates in the surroundings. Swiftly taking control of the situation, and in response to his commands, the flowers obediently bloom and unfurl themselves once more. The melodies that fill the air follow his guidance, harmonizing in a more orderly manner.

At the very least, you would be near your domain and Roderick, as much as judgmental he is about some things, whether it be how your too much of a carefree woman or being agitated by your chaotic domain, he had no qualms about separating you from your home.

You supposed you will take what you get, as he exclaims that it is now time for dinner and grabs you inside his mansion by gently placing a hand on your waist and demanding you to clean yourself up.

It wasn’t all that bad, you supposed with an exasperated look directed towards him and go ahead, to wash yourself up for dinner.

Germany || Ludwig Beilschmidt 🇩🇪

You swim around the extravagantly colorful reefs with a burst of speed as dozen fishes follow your trail. Playfully, you swirl around and watch as they circle around you, filling your heart with warmth unlike the cold water which was your home.

Your tail, looked like a part of the nature itself, scales glistening with shades of green, mimicking hues of lush moss that clung to ancient stones, delicate tendrils of seaweed and aquatic flora intertwined with the moss-like scales.

It shimmered vibrantly in the ocean, as you glided through the vibrant reefs, leaving a trail of luminous pearls in their wake, so you could be easily tracked by the Deity of the twelve Oceans.

You feel the sudden change of current in the ocean, as he swims near you skillfully, his powerful tail a deep shade of forest green, with a golden hue.

The water lilies swim above you, blooming in your presence as they gently make way for the sunlight to fall upon you both. Following your and Ludwig's command with perfect harmony.

"You have been wandering quite a lot, I can’t help but be worried about you. I suppose the pearls were a good idea after all".

Solemnly you nod, as the former giddiness you shared with the fishes fades away into an empty space in your chest. Ludwig takes your hand and together you both take a dive, deeper into the ocean.

The pearls would make a fine jewelry for a more fortunate woman someday, you think, as Ludwig can’t help but collect few in with his hands.

France || Francis Bonnefoy 🇫🇷

A necklace adorned with a delicate array of ethereal feathers, gracefully embraced your neck. In the mirror's reflection, you could see the reflection of Francis, dreamy expression adorning his face, captivated by your appearance.

You swiftly avert your gaze from his, he gently takes a hold of your hand, pressing a series of tender kisses upon the top of your knuckles, his affectionate gestures ascending to graze your neck.

You don’t bother saying anything, not that he would listen to what do you have to say. Staying still, as he presses kisses across your collarbone, his hands inching towards the sides of your bosom.

In your divine beauty, you stood as a celestial masterpiece, crafted from stardust that cascaded across the vast expanse of the universe. With a single glance, you effortlessly ensnared his heart, drawing him into a realm of enchantment from which he could never escape. Your allure was irresistible and mesmerizing, leaving him forever spellbound by your radiant presence.

His adoration for you knew no bounds. He was madly in love with every curves of your body, his hands tenderly skimmed through the strands of your hair, cherishing each delicate strand. A shudder comes through you as he pushes your dress down, and then presses a passionate kiss on your lips, hands grabbing whatever they could find.

You were the nature's most precious treasure, indeed.

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girl-named-matty · 25 days

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Natty did nothing wrong and she's an absolute queen that took down an entire poacher business with her best friend while Officer Singer stood by and did nothing.

#Natsai onai for the win #my queen #hogwarts legacy #hl #Natsai onai #Natty Onai #qeued post #I got a lot to say abt officer singer tbh #but I'll praise natty instead

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bones-of-a-rabbit · 2 years

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I know some of y’all were interested in seeing what the ‘life threatening reckless thing’ Pilot Reader did that got them back on the path of being close to the spaceship boys, so I present:

Putting oneself in danger to protect ur friends is a love language I swear

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Day Two: Thigh Riding - Arthur Morgan

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Part Two For This Story

WC: 3.5k Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Jealously. Mutual Pining. POV switches. Arthur assumes the reader is a virgin (she isn't). Age gap. Thigh Riding + Praise Kink (Again with the praise kink, this ones on me - I can't help myself lmao). AN: This one right here was fun as hell to right. Missed our boy Arthur, enjoy my loves!

Why do I even bother? You question with your inner voice after overhearing Jenny and the guys’ conversation, feeling the sharp sting of that metaphorical knife stabbing you in the back. They were talking about a job, one that you found and shared in confidence with Jenny, but she now has stolen the idea from you and took all the credit for herself.

Walking away, more like stomping away, you fight the urge to scream like a little spoiled child upon hearing Jenny receive praise after praise from Dutch, Hosea and most importantly, Arthur.

If there is anyone in this camp that you’d like to hear a ‘good job’ from, then that person would be Mr. Morgan - the most feared, loyal, trusted and sexiest male member of the Van Der Linde Gang, and who happens to be your first, real, crush.

Three years ago, a fine talking fellow named Hosea Matthews came across you living in the streets with dirty clothes on your back and only a piece of lint in your pockets. Initially, you weren’t so willing to follow him back to his camp and trust his word that he’ll keep you safe, until he brought Susan Grimshaw and John Marston along.

When you look back on it now, it was the presence of another female that swayed you and boy are you glad that she was there to make you more trusting, otherwise you may have never joined the gang - joined the family. A couple of days under Susan's care is all it took for you to finally believe Hosea's word. You quickly settled in and found your place.

The following fortnight, Dutch and Arthur returned from their job and you fell for him instantly. Formal introductions were made of course, you had your first ten minute long speech from Dutch while Arthur made some jokes under his breath, which made you fall for him even more. His rugged good looks caught your attention first, then his humour, and lastly, his personality overall.

You liked Arthur right off the bat, there was no doubt about it, but you’ve kept that to yourself for the longest time and valued your growing bond with the man a whole lot more. He, just like the rest of the gang, welcomed you in with open arms and so many others too. In the very beginning it was just Hosea, Dutch and Arthur, but over time, more and more people joined.

Jenny however, is fairly new around here, therefore you think she stole your job to build a good rapport with the higher-ups and if it were any other occasion, you would just brush it off and give her this one, but it’s because of what the job requires that bothers you so much. You know that Arthur likes to dress up, to put on a ruse and get into character, and that’s exactly what you had planned to do with him tomorrow in some fancy saloon while someone else cracks the safe hidden away in the cellar.

You were so excited about this job because you know Arthur would have been so excited about it too. Just hearing Arthur, Hosea and Jenny laugh about how much they're going to fool people tomorrow night made you even more angry. That should be you going with them, not her, and you couldn’t stand to hear them talk about it any longer, hence why you’re now going to move even further away from camp.

Sitting on the edge isn’t far enough, you need a quiet and secluded spot to calm down in peace because all you feel like doing right now is either crying or yelling. Walking deeper into the woods, you could already feel a positive effect of the distance you were putting between you and Jenny. You felt better, relaxed, and it's exactly what you needed.

After approaching a clearing and finding a nice spot on the edge of a cliff, you sat down and dangled your legs over the side, basking in the warm night breeze. The sun disappeared just an hour ago, leaving a colourful gradient in the sky before darkness settles in.

You always enjoyed nature, enjoyed the peacefulness of it, the sound of birds chirping, trees blowing with the wind or a distant animal mating call, but not the sound of a twig snapping from someone's boot doing a terrible job at sneaking up on you. “Nice try, Arthur.” You snicker, knowing damn well that it is him behind you.

“Dammit woman.” Sighing, he slaps his thigh and totally abandons his attempt to sneak up on you. “How do ya do that?” He asks, then takes up the empty spot beside you, dangling his legs over the edge just like you were.

“I used to live on the streets, Arthur.” You roll your eyes at him playfully, then poke fun at him. “And besides, you’re not very good at sneaking up on people. It’s those darn feet of yours, they’re too big and heavy.”

“Ah, well, you know what they say about big feet, huh?” He retorts, nudging your side with a chuckle.

“What do you mean?” You shrug, playing innocent like a pro that works a charm on Arthur. It always does. Blushing red, he quickly stumbles through an explanation until you burst into a fit of giggles, striking the man with awareness. The sound of your amusement quickly brings him up to speed that you were just messing around, thus causing him to sigh relief before laughing about it too.

Arthur is older than you and he thinks you're innocent, but you’re not. The age gap between you and him is the reason why you won’t admit your crush besides lack of confidence. You’re in your early twenties, he is mid-way through his thirties and age gaps aren’t uncommon, but you notice the way Arthur looks at you compared to the other women in camp and it’s very different.

He probably thinks you’re naïve, gullible and…a virgin, but you’re none of those things. You’re no harlot, nor do you have any ill opinions of women who like to sleep around, but you do have experience and know enough about sex, however he, of course, doesn’t know that. And this is why you play innocent around Arthur, to get a laugh by making him uncomfortable.

It’s amusing, just light-hearted, humorous fun between friends, though you really wish he could see that you’re not so innocent after all because you shouldn’t pleasure yourself within the privacy of your tent thinking about your ‘friend’. You are actually sinful and scandalous, cumming on your own fingers multiple times a week just wishing that it was Arthur between your legs instead.

“What’s on your mind?” The man asks, and with impeccable timing too. Breaking the silence after spending too long thinking about your shameful activities in your tent, your cheeks now blossom a rosy red in colour, feeling like he could see directly into your mind. He couldn’t obviously, he’s just making conversation because you’re quiet, which is unusual for you.

“A few things, but I don’t wish to talk about them.” Answering his question, though sharing very little about what's on your mind, you turn to look at Arthur and smile. “I already know what your next question is going to be, and yes, I am okay - just needed a moment to myself.” You explain.

“Well…” He begins, but pauses immediately because you are right, he was about to ask if you were okay. You know him too well and answered that already, so instead, he takes a brief pause to think of something else, something that he’s sure will cheer you up. “Wanna play blackjack? I’ll throw in some money and make it more interesting for ya?” He suggests, hoping it will help with whatever is bothering you.

Arthur then relaxes his shoulders and softens with your bright beaming smile. You nod to him excitedly, then move away from the cliff edge to find a safer spot to lay the cards out. Following you to a nice spot by the treeline, he sits down on the grass with you and digs into his satchel for his cards. He’s always kept them close after learning how much you enjoy playing blackjack.

There’s a lot of little details about you that Arthur held onto; at first, he didn’t understand why he held onto those small details, until one day he passed a lily in the grass and instantly picked it up, thinking about how much you would like it - and that’s when it struck him that he was attracted to you. And still is.

Arthur remembered the very first time he met you, about how you wore a lily in your hair just above your ear and how beautiful you looked. Over time, his attraction has bloomed uncontrollably but there are too many factors preventing him from admitting his crush on you.

First and foremost, you’re ten years younger than he is, therefore you won’t even be interested in an older man like him, and secondly, you are too innocent and are most likely a virgin. He doesn’t care that you are, but he doesn’t see himself worthy of being your first.

There’s a long list of reasons why Arthur will never admit that he’s attracted to you, so instead, he will just be your friend, even though there is guilt residing in the pit of his stomach that grows each and every time he thinks about you late at night in his tent, hand wrapped around his cock, wishing it was your burning heat.

The man hates himself for fucking his fist while picturing you, but it’s the only thing that gives him relief. Nothing else works, not even other women. He’s tried and every single time, he hasn’t managed to take off his pants. In some weird, subconscious way, it’s like he’s saving himself for you - for you to just suddenly develop a crush on him, which will likely never happen.

“What’s on your mind?” You ask, breaking his silence after staring at his pack of cards for too long. “Do we both have a few things bothering us tonight?” You laugh, assuming his moment of deep thinking as a simple trance. Arthur chuckles with you, laughing it off as nothing, but wishes he could tell you everything.

“Alright, we ready?” Asking rhetorically, he knows you're ready because you sat before him with your hands held out waiting for him to dish the cards, but you nod nonetheless and he begins serving.

After seeing you cross your fingers, his heart beats a little faster with a warmth spreading across his chest, and he, too, is crossing his fingers on the inside, hoping that you win. The money Arthur put down was a fifty dollar bill fold and even if you don’t win, he would just give you it anyways. Starting off strong with a total of fifteen, Arthur waits for your call and when you ask for a hit, the next card he lays out for you is a Jack, which now tally's your cards up to twenty-five, therefore it's a bust.

“God dammit.” You tut while shaking your head, the image making him smile. You get so invested with Blackjack, not with money, but with your own belief in luck and he thinks it’s cute when you get frustrated. You're a smart girl not to play with money, but he has enough to share and doesn’t mind waiting around until you win.

However, after going bust another two times, you dig into the pockets on your skirt and lay down a couple dollars beside his fold of bills. “This is the one. I know it.” You say to him with a sure tone of voice. Arthur then tilts his head, narrowing his eyes playfully as he asks. “Are you sure now, girl? What did I tell ya about Blackjack?”

“That if you don't win the first time, fuck the game and steal the money?” You retort, making the man laugh as he shakes his head. “No, not that, the other thing I told you.” Laughing with him, you nod and answer properly this time. “Don’t mix up belief with desperation, otherwise you will lose every single time.”

“That’s right, good girl.” Arthur nods, pausing before he dishes out your next set of cards. “I’ll ask one more time, are you sure sweetheart?”

“Um - yes, I'm sure.” You whisper with a look of uncertainty on your face. Arthur knows a couple of dollar bills won’t be a big loss for you, but he doesn’t want you getting a taste for gambling and becoming addicted like he has done in the past many times now. You don’t look too convinced that you’re going to win. You just keep fidgeting with your hands, moving around as if you were uncomfortable and staring up into his eyes while anxiously biting your lip.

“Cross your fingers, darlin’.” Arthur requests and when you do, he begins dishing out the cards with a hopeful wish in mind. Your first card is a seven, the second is a queen and the third is still in the deck, waiting for your call. Looking at him with big doe eyes, the man’s heart melts as he nods, believing that it’s going to be a win and that you should take a chance.

“Hit.” You say softly while biting your lip again, but this time with a smile. Your call for another card brings out a four, making the total land on a perfect twenty-one. “Holy shit!” Gasping loudly, you hold a hand over your mouth and muffle your screams of joy. Arthur barks out a few belly laughs, hearty and deep, a victorious laugh for you when suddenly, you lunge across and wrap your arms around his neck. “Arthur! I fucking won! Omg! I actually won! Can you believe it?" You babbled excitedly.

“I sure can.” He replies, dropping the cards to wrap his arms around your lower back with a congratulating squeeze. “You’re a damn lucky girl, sweetheart. Good job.”

Upon feeling your body slump with a heavy sigh, Arthur worries over your silence and duration of your hug. You’ve hugged him plenty of times before, but nothing like this. It feels like you needed it, like your muscles relaxed and your tensions slowly disappeared. “Are ya okay, there?” He questions, rubbing a hand up and down your back reassuringly.

“Mhm.” You nod into his neck, then hold him a little tighter, as if telling him to not let go just yet. Arthur didn’t know what is bothering you so much tonight that makes you need this hug, but he’s more than willing to provide it for you - only you. “C’mere sweetheart.” Tutting after hearing you sniffle, he pulls you closer to sit on his lap and cups the back of your head. “I didn’t wanna ask earlier, but I am now - what's bothering ya?”

Silence. Silence is what you gave him while shaking your head into his neck. You still don’t want to talk about it, and he won’t pry it out of you, but Arthur can’t help thinking of the worst. Who? Is what he asks himself. Who has hurt you?

The man can’t even stand to think that’s what’s wrong and that thought alone was enough for him to hold you tighter, burying his chin in your neck with a soothing shush against your skin, however when he readjusts his legs beneath you, the sound he hears next isn't what he was expecting. You moaned.

Softly and quietly, you moaned into his neck and he felt you clenching around nothing directly above his thigh. You still were clenching around nothing, he could feel your heat pulsing and it was making a part of him twitch. “Um… Y/N.” Arthur manages to clear his throat then thinks about what he can say to get you off his lap before he embarrasses himself, but you shake your head again, this time with a plea in your whisper. “Just a little longer. Please?”

“I-” He gulps, still feeling your warmth pulse above his thigh as you very, very carefully move your hips. Arthur would have been none the wiser if he did not clearly understand that you were feeling something pleasurable right now. He would have been oblivious if he couldn’t feel you clenching. You’re not sad - you’re aroused. Your sniffles are muffled, struggling breaths of air as you fight back your moans and you’re getting yourself off on his leg.

“Darlin’, I don’t think you understand what you’re doing.” He tries to reason, to make sense of what you’re doing right now, but you cup the side of his face, fingers threading through his hair to grip the base of his neck with desperation. Your breathing became ragged now, your hips doing a lousy job at being subtle, but then… then you pulled your head back to look him in the eyes, and oh those pretty big doe eyes were glossy with lusty tears, not tears of sadness.

“I do understand.” You whimper, fully whimper right in front of his face and press your forehead to his. “It’s you that doesn’t understand, Arthur.”

“Jesus, don’t… don’t say shit ya don’t mean, sweetheart.” Arthur fights the strangled moan stuck in his throat, knowing damn well that he is one mistake away from losing your friendship all together, however you persist with a desperate plea. “I need you.”

Taking his hands and lowering them to your ass, he gasps from the action and shakes his head, still not believing himself worthy of taking your purity and innocence, until you wipe out his doubts completely. “Arthur, I’m not a virgin.” You blurt.

“What?” He chokes, mouth falling open with surprise. He couldn't believe it at first, couldn't believe what you were telling him, though the moment was short lived as he suddenly became aware of every little detail he overlooked.

He was struck with a thousand memories of you and him in the past, where he now realizes it wasn’t innocent behaviour on your behalf, it was him assuming you were innocent and naïve when you were actually teasing him. All this time, Arthur had held himself back, believing you were a virgin, believing that you were just his friend, joking and messing around when it was actually flirting. Arthur realizes now, and he acts on it.

“Fuck!” He grunts, puffing a heavy wanton breath of air across your face. He then grabs your hips with a bruising grip and drags you across his thigh, drawing out a pornographic moan from deep within your stomach. “Oh, Arthur. Yes, just like that.” Your reassurance pleases the man, pushes him to provide more pleasure.

Bending his knee a little and causing you to lean into him, he digs the heel of his boot into the earth and watches you roll your hips back and forth, using the friction of his jean clad thigh to stimulate your most sensitive area.

Arthur tore his eyes away from your face momentarily and looks down to see a dampness beginning to form on his thigh. She must be soaked through, he thinks then looks back into your eyes, the irises expanding with ecstasy at your sexy torn expression.

“Arthur, I'm close.” You sob. Grabbing onto his muscular biceps to steady yourself, he fought the urge to move, fearing it would mess with your focus and ruin your orgasm. Instead, he opted to watch; watch and weep with bliss as you tipple over the edge and fall into the pools of euphoria, making the man groan with his own release just watching you unfold.

Your pretty face contorts, brows pulling together with your gorgeous eyes struggling to stay open. Little whimpers and mewls slipping from your lips, your fingers dig into the flesh around his arm and your cunt squeezes tightly around nothing when suddenly, you stop moving all together. Arching your back with a ragged inhale, you breath out a long, satisfied moan of his name then slowly rotate your hips, stimulating yourself through your high.

“Hm, that’s it darlin’.” He speaks with praise, cupping the side of your face while dragging his thumb across your beautiful lips. Lips that he's wanted to kiss for so many moons now. “Good girl.” He whispers, causing you to open your eyes to look at him, then open your mouth and take his thumb inside, humming contentedly like it felt good. It made Arthur’s whole-body shudder with desire, seeing you act so corrupt and provocative with his thumb in your mouth when it was only moments ago, he believed you had never been with a man before.

No longer did he feel that ball of guilt in his stomach for taking himself in hand many times while thinking about you, instead it was replaced with a raging fireball of primal instincts to bury his cock inside of your warmth, just like he’s dreamed to do. You look down to his pants, noticing the damp spot you created and the damp spot he had created in the crotch area. He came too, came with you, but if you thought Arthur Morgan was done, then you are sorely mistaken.

Pulling back the waistband of his pants, he frees his cock from the confines of his clothes and wraps his fingers around the base, pumping twice. Your reaction to seeing his size for the very first time makes his chest swell with anticipation. You practically drooled at the sight of him, bushy, long and girthy with a sizable set of balls. You wanted to touch him, pleasure him, take him inside and squeeze so tight as you climax again, and again, and again - just like you've dreamed to.

Arthur didn’t need to see into your mind to know what you were thinking about, he could see it clearly written all over your face, however he’s far from done with you quiet yet. “Again.” He commands, lifting his leg as a signal for you to move while he begins jerking himself off.

“Be a good girl and ride my thigh again, Y/N.”

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junicafebaby · 1 month

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#junicafebaby #aesthetic #life #love #lifestyle #luxury #reblog #foodie #food #cafe #follow me #reblog this post #post #qeued post #comfort food #foodporn #breakfast #recipe #foodpics

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girl-that-writes · 6 months

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Missing that one person that you feel like you shouldn't miss is okay too. Even if it has been way too long since the end. Doesn't mean you haven't moved on. Its just human nature to miss what was. Don't be too hard on yourself for merely being human.

More importantly, there were so many times that you could have reached out to them in a moment of weakness. But each time you didn't, each time you stopped, you resisted the strong pull of nostalgia and prioritized yourself above all else, and I am so proud of you for doing that.

#missing someone #moving on #prioritize yourself #healing #qeued post #recovery #self growth #self esteem #self healing #self improvement #self worth #mental wellbeing #mental wellness #self care #mental health

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skyethebisexualwolfwizard · 4 months

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judge my voice pwease!

@amethyst-aster @good-wizard @aroace-wizard @f4y3w00d5 @exispencer-crisis @ripleyalamode @gobodegoblin @im-a-wizard-who-dont-crime @bisexualchemistry @mayhem-moth @be-gentle-with-littluns and others

Please tell me how feminine my voice is, I would love any and all feedback.

This is a queued post because I am too embarrassed about my voice...

Here's a transcript of the audio:

"Oh bloody hell, what do I even say? Uh, I don't know is this good enough? Is this good enough to judge my voice? Oh for fuck's sake I'm sure it's enough right? Wh- what do I sound like to you? I don't know, do I soun- Just give me feedback, I would love it please.. Oh this is so embarrassing."

Oh god this is so embarrassing, do I have that Asian accent? Why me

#transgender #not a wizard post #lgbtq #qeued post

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ozymandien · 2 years

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happy out of touch thursday to those who celebrate!!

#i spent like half an hour editing this HAJSHSHSH #anyway #HAPPY OUT OF TOUCH THURSDAY #out of touch thursday #mdzs #cql #the untamed #wangxian #mo dao su zhi #qeued post

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yogodyolive · 10 months

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I WANT EVERYBODY TO KNOW I WAS HERE BEFORE THE GREAT REDDIT MIGRATION OF 196

as someone who’s been here for a few years (I think), i have a petition to make tumblr give everybody who was here on tumblr before the great reddit migration their own special badge, (like a little frog, a crab, maybe even a brick, or a blorbo, ), (or some other og reference) at the end of their name that you can hover over

I WANT MY SUPERIORITY TO BE KNOWN BITCHES, GIVE ME THY BADGE, BECAUSE TUMBLR IS GETTING A LIL TOO MAINSTREAM FOR MY LIKING, AND I NEED THE SATISFACTION OF KNOWING THAT I WAS HERE BEFORE THESE PLEEBS

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bones-of-a-rabbit · 2 years

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A Robot Can’t Make Irrational Decisions

or at least, they shouldn’t

A short something based on my readerbot AU, where, you guessed it, the reader is a spruced up version of a staff bot that gained sentience and whom Moon, while infected with the virus, finds interesting enough to torment every night.

CW for: mentions of dismemberment, implied character death. Angst with no fluff, no resolution.

FNaF:SB Moondrop/Reader short drabble

You ran through the back halls of the complex, circuits crackling as you tried to push yourself to move faster. All in vain, of course, you weren't built to be anything spectacular- only ever to fix. And, apparently, be fixed.

The security animatronic was only four strides behind you now. Much closer and he would leap the last sliver of distance to pounce upon you like a cat with a mouse.

You turned a corner and ahead, glowing eerily cold in the dark, was the maintenance center- and the protective cylinder. An idea crackled through your processors like lightning. You raced into the cylinder without hesitating, skidding to a halt at one of the keyboard mainframes inside. On the farthest left side of the keyboard was a large switch, trapped under a heavy protective glass.

(EMERGENCY MANUAL LOCK AND RELEASE.)

The small red light beside the switch indicated that it was inaccessible. You slammed a hand on the keys, jarring the machine to life, and immediately slammed through as many gates and passwords as your higher clearance protocols knew. You glanced back.

He was at the end of the hallway, head cocked entirely to one side. Watching you. The instant your eyes met, he started to move.

(EMPLOYEE NUMBER NOT RECOGNIZED. ACCESS DENIED.)

Your servos were running faster than they ever should have, making every movement quiver just slightly. You punched the keys again and again, racing through password after password, through every access code and employee serial number you knew. You glanced up.

He had picked up to a run, that horrible grin only now visible in the dim light swallowing the hallway behind him.

You were rattling now and if you'd had a mouth with which to scream, you would have just then, in frustration and fear and desperation. You were so, so, so close, and you only had seconds to lose, and still you were stuck behind this one, single roadblock, as though you'd gotten this far for nothing,

(ACCESS APPROVED.)

You nearly froze, inner systems buffering for fractions of a second before you threw the glass case open. You gripped the lever with both hands, heaving against it, but it was stuck solid, as immobile as concrete. You were shaking all over now, stupidly glancing back once again.

He was going to tear you apart.

You threw all of your weight against the lever. It creaked.

Moon could practically feel his fingers digging into your back, ripping the flimsy metal open and pulling your wires out by the handfuls. He was so close, so close- he leapt, hands outstretched-

The switch flipped with a deafening THUNK, and the cylinder doors rushed shut.

CRACK

thumf

You stayed completely still, half convinced you'd been too late. Finally, you lifted your head, daring one more glance at the doorway.

The doors had closed the majority of the way, only a few inches apart- Moon caught between them, splayed across the floor. He was twitching, fingers leaving occasional gouges in the floor- trapped, but unharmed.

You stared down at him, circuits still crackling and scorching from the fear and the chase. He let out a warbled gargle and his legs started trying to find purchase on the floor, shuffling awkwardly.

Your hands were still on the switch. You gripped it tighter.

You heaved.

thunk

The doors slid open. Moon fell onto his stomach, disoriented. You pushed.

THUNK

CRACK

Moon let out a loud groan and started to thrash.

You heaved the switch back.

thunk

You pushed it with all your weight.

THUNK

CRICK

His voice box made a staticky fizzle.

thunk

THUNK

CRCKK

thunk

THUNK

CRRACK

thunk

THUNK

CRUNCH

Moon’s high pitched shriek was cut off short. Finally, the two doors connected snugly. Moon was silent, sprawled across the floor, half in and half out of the protective cylinder. You backed away. Your back hit the wall and you slid down to sit against the glass.

He wouldn't be hurting you tonight. You were full of terror anyway.

Neither of you moved all night.

#fnaf x reader #fnaf au #fanfic drabble #fanfic short #fnaf moon x reader #angst #content warning #character death #readerbot #readerbot au #repairbot au #repairbot reader au #moondrop x reader #does this count as dark? idk #dark fic #i wrote this instead of sleeping #and now it’s six am #hahaaaa I’m intelligent #qeued post

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