#sorry i been slow i haven't had time for myself nor felt well-

[yourejinx]

//Let me in// (Azriel x F!Reader x OC ?)

A/N: this is something very new to me, something that i'm still trying out so bear with me. I've got this idea to bring other characters to a side Azriel story, sometimes following the events from the books sometimes not.

SUMMARY: Destiny is a cruel thing, bringing together two people who still seem to be hung up in the past.

WARNINGS: angst, slow burn.

SIDE NOTE: English isn't my first language so I apologize for any grammar mistakes.

Welcome home (Vol. 1)

I haven't set proper foot in the Town House for forty years, not after that night on the rooftop with Azriel. I've mostly kept my distance, always away on duty either watching over the borders or spying and reporting back suspicious movements from other courts and Hybern. I've been present, of course, for some of the most important meetings at the House of Wind but I just couldn't bring myself to spend another night under the same roof as him. It was too much to bear sometimes, suffocating even.

After a while I got myself my own place in the city, a nice small house just a few feet away from the art district. I couldn't be bother to let anyone know about it, and they didn't ask anyway, too busy dealing with everything that was going on. It wasn't strange, after all, that I was always on the move. I missed them a lot, and I knew they were kinda pissed at me for pushing them away, but I couldn't deal with this fucked up twist of fate. Not when he looked at her like that.

Today something felt different, as if the air around the city had change directions, leading the way back to the House. For a moment everything seemed to stop as a low playful voice purred into my mind.

"Did you miss me?"

Rhysand. Rhys was back. I immediatly dropped everything I was purchasing at the market and run towards that voice. My feet were burning by the time I reached the house as a result of the speed I went to get there, but I didn't care as I flung the door open and saw everyone gathered inside. Rhysand was standing next to Amren in the middle of the living room, lazy smile plastered on his face. Before either of us could say anything I threw my arms around him, tight enough I wasn't sure he could breathe.

"I'm gonna pass out if you keep squeezing me like this" he let out a breathy laugh.

"Good" was all I said, swallowing the tears.

He knew about my family, how I lost them to the brutal and unrelenting hands of the enemy; Rhys also knew about Asta and how much losing my best friend affected me. So he let me hug him some more and patted me on the back lovingly.

"I'm sorry" he muttered.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there" I replied letting him go and stepping back.

"I wouldn't had allowed that and you know it, to any of you" he said taking a look at the rest of the group. Only then I acknowledged them as well.

Mor was standing a few feet away by his right side, Azriel and Cassian stood behind, by the kitchen doorway. I hadn't seen them in weeks even when I got back from the border with the Winter Court just a few days ago.

"Let's not get all sad about it, shall we?" Rhys spoke again "How about we go out to dinner, all of us, for the old times?"

Cassian took a step foward pressing a hand down to Rhysand's shoulder but he didn't take his eyes off me as he said "Fine by me, is been a while since we all got together." His gaze was scrutinizing, it felt like he could see right through me. I didn't coward under it.

"Yeah, that sounds nice" I said not daring to cut a glance at the other Illyrian standing behind him.

"We could all go to Rita's after" Mor added rather enthusiastic.

"Sure, why not? I'm in" Azriel spoke and suddenly the room felt too small.

Of course, — I thought — why would you ever turn her down? I shook that thought right out of my head, I had no right in thinking like this. It was not her fault– nor his– and I cared deeply for both of them. It wasn't jealousy, Mor was my friend, it was this stupid primal bond thing making my mind go foggy and making me feel uneasy.

I locked eyes with Azriel for a fraction of a moment and he had this puzzled expression written all over his face. I went rigid. Did he catch that? Did he feel something? I was starting to get anxious and very eager to get out.

"All right, then it's settled" Cassian's smile was wolf-like as he turned to Amren for approval.

"Fine" she clicked her tongue.

"I'll meet you guys there" I said throwing one final look at Rhysand.

He looked pale probably from being underground for so long; other than that, physically at least, he looked put together dressed in his casual attire. But i knew better than that, looks like I joined the reunion rather late. Rhys gave me a look that promised later, we'll talk later.

With a final nod I took off back to my place to get ready for the most awkward yet much awaited dinner ever.

---------------------------------------------------

"Seems like I was the last one to hear from your return" I inclined my head towards Rhysand and lowered my voice enough just so only we could hear our conversation.

We were already sitting at the small diner by the river, Mor and Cassian falling into playful bickering with each other, even Amren seemed more relaxed tonight. Except for Az. I knew that every now and then his eyes drifted to me, a hardening look that promised scolding sat heavily on his face. And I knew why; I was supposed to report back to him when I got back from the Winter Court but instead I went radio silence for two whole weeks. Nothing of relevance had happened in my short stay there and I hadn't particularly felt like being in constant communication with him, so I just decided to wait until I was back in Velaris. He didn't seem to think of it as a good idea.

I fought the need to make myself smaller in my sit and just focused my attention on the male beside me.

"Well, aparently you haven't been around that much." Rhys said side glancing at me "Or so I've heard. And no one knew how to contact you" he lifted a brow.

A slight blush crept up my cheeks at that, noticing the shadowsinger's eyes falling into me yet again.

"I've been busy" I replied almost biting my tongue.

"Yeah, I bet you were. Anything you'd like to share?" He asked throwing a not-so-subtle look at Azriel that was now chatting with the group.

I looked at Rhys for a long minute, debating wether I should tell him about the bond or not. It would definitely impact the dynamic of the group, and despite the years I've kept it a secret for myself, I still haven't got any idea what to do of it. I'd never really considered the idea of persuing a romantic situationship whatsoever with Azriel. Not because I didn't find him atractive but because of the nature of his feelings for my blonde gorgeous friend.

It wasn't fair, the entire situation was messy to say the least. I honestly thought I didn't have a mate, and if I did I had lost him quite a few centuries ago at the war, even before the bond could snap into place between us. Oh was I wrong, and it hurt for so many reasons.

I took a deep breath and smiled a little at him. Rhys was hidding something as well —many things probably—, he knew I could tell. He felt... different, changed. The things he had to endure Under the Mountain had most definitely affected him in more ways than one but there was something else there.

"Is there something you'd like to share?" I mused leaning gently against the backrest.

He only gave me a feline smile.

"Oh, I'd like to share plenty of things with you" he flirted. Teasing, he was teasing to snap a reaction either out of me or from Azriel.

Bastard. Of course he of all people would notice.

He laughed it off when I threw him an unamused look. It was nice seeing him like this, though I could still make the heaviness that settled behind his eyes. Whatever he'd been through it had marked him deeply. My heart stung for him, my friend, who did not hesitate even for a second to sacrifice himself for us.

His eyes softened a bit and he let out a small sigh. "Her name is Feyre" he murmured "she's my mate"

There it was. Mate. I fought against looking in Azriel's direction.

Feyre...it sounded pretty, the way he said her name. Rhysand was already in love with this girl. It warmed my heart a bit.

"So...where's she? What's the story?" I asked gently, I knew it could be a touchy subject. After all, if she wasn't here, something was going on.

"She's at the Spring Court" he breathed " but that's a story for another day" he smiled though it didn't truly reach his eyes. I didn't push him further.

"Hey, you two! What are you whispering about so much?" Cassian's voice dragged across the table turning the attention to us.

"Fear we've been talking about you?" I offered playfully. He narrowed his eyes at me and the corners of his mouth tug up.

"Never. We all know how awsome I am" he replied and beside him Amren snorted.

"Does your bat always have to make a show of himself?" Amren asked unamused and lifted her gobblet to her red lips. Cassian had the audacity to look hurt.

I couldn't help the laugh that scaped my lips. The air didn't felt as tense anymore. It was a real laugh, from the heart. I had truly missed them all.

A featherly like touch caresed the exposed skin of my collarbone, I looked down to find shadows softly dancing around me. Azriel's shadows. I threw him a look through my lashes, not quite fully turning to him, he seemed confused. I swore the whole table went silent.

He blinked twice, perplexed, and then it was gone. The shadows went back to him, he didn't say anything to acknowledge it. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding when I met his eyes again, he was scowling now as if remembering he was supposed to be pissed at me.

"I haven't heard from you in weeks." His tone was stern when he spoke. His expresion blank.

He probably said what everyone else was thinking ever since I came back.

"You knew I was just fine, your spies reported daily to you"

"That wasn't their task. It was yours."

"But you did know, didn't you?" I mused bored.

"That's not even the point." He spoke with lethal calm.

"Then what's the point, Azriel?" I snapped, not liking being scolded in front of everyone.

"The point is" Cassian cut in "you don't pull a shit like that. Not after..." Rhys, he wanted to say. Not after what happened to Rhys. I understood what he meant and I felt awful. I hadn't mean to scare them.

I softened a bit at that and turned to Cassian, hoping he would read the apology in my eyes.

"Why didn't you reach back?" Azriel asked, but he seemed to be talking about something else entirely.

"I didn't think there was anything of importance to report 'till I got back. It won't happen again."

Something shone in Azriel's eyes for a second and then dissappeared, –Bullshit– it seemed to say. But he let it go.

"You bet it won't." Mor said, hurt danced in her dark eyes. "Now let's fucking enjoy this night before we have to actually go back to business. Who's ready to dance?" She dramatically stood up.

I looked at her and smiled coyly. Thank you, I muttered silently to her. She winked at me, I felt relief wash over me at that.

"Let's go" Rhys offered, Mor already heading toward Rita's. Cassian and Az following up. My eyes couldn't help but trail after him.

"I'll pass. You go have fun." Amren said before leaving.

"You coming?" Rhys asked, a knowing look on his face.

I nodded slowly, bracing myself for yet another night of Azriel silently suffering at Mor's desinterest.

"Yeah, let's go." I said falling into step beside him.

"If it makes you feel better" he started "I'll be joining you in sentiment" he smiled sympathetic.

"Oh man, I was hopping you'd be the fun one tonight" I teased. He chuckled.

"I'm always fun, what do you mean?" A feline smile adorning his dark features "You still owe me a story, by the way."

"You do too" I snorted. "Kind of a major one."

"I know, but for tonight let's just get hammered."

"Deal." I smiled and lifted my eyes at the trio already waiting for us ahead.

I unconsciously grazed the bond hidden deep within me, hopping it dissappear. It didn't.

One night, I could bear one night.

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@mulansaucey @starrstrucked @ev-ems @owllover123 @waffleleina @violet-shadows @bankerfrog @baarishkiboond

I'll tag you guys on the next one as well, thank u so much

#azriel x reader #azriel fanfic #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #pro azriel #acotar series #acotar fanfiction #acotar fandom #acotar #cassian acotar #acomaf #rhysand #rhys acotar #feyre archeron #cassian #night court

[xbalayage]

┆➵ This is my Secret Santa Exchange gift for @ax0lotly in @lemeowade's event. :) I knew nothing of this game beforehand so I did my best to create this for you! I hope you like it! Forewarning: This is a bit of a heavy read and contains themes of suicidal thoughts, death and attempted suicide. Because this game is a psychological horror game. But it ends on a positive note, I promise! But read at your own discretion. Sunny POV w/ slight Sunny/Kel at the end; Angst/Comfort; WC: 815

I haven't coped well... at all.

I stare at these walls like they could swallow me whole, like the never ending nightmare of limbo would never cease; beneath my eyelids, curled up under the covers, curtains drawn and darkness envelopes - I still see and hear you. Sometimes I swear I hear your piano play on its own and think you're still alive but it's the guilt clawing away at me until there's nothing left.

I can't stand the sound, the bittersweet lullaby of your death in my ears.

My HANDS— these hands are no better. Tainted and soiled; once trained to play a melody on a violin, to create a beautiful symphony along with the chords to your piano now stay out of my sight. Every day reminders of what I've done to you. It was an accident, I swear. Emotions had blinded my rational thought and I reacted.

I'm sorry.

But sorries don't bring you back nor does the ghost of you leave this house.

It's... tormenting.

Reality sets in, yet I lay awake in my dreams; filled with your smile, understandable love and touch. You forgive me but I don't forgive myself. Our friends, our group? We said we'd be friends forever, always having each other's backs when things got tough. But it's been mangled to the point of unrecognizable, irreparable. We're like strangers who've never crossed each other's paths in this lifetime. Everyone loved you, and I was the selfish one who took you from them. From me, your only brother; you, my only sister.

I could never forgive myself.

It's been years now — I'm stuck in a loop of the events that plague and infect the core of me, festering deep, rooting scars into the crevices of my brain like a parasite. Out of touch, out of body, out of mind; day feels like night, night resembles hell and these hands are still connected to my wrists.

I live in a comatose state, alive but not exactly living. Dead, but my heart is still beating. An agonizing cycle of mental torture. In my dreams, you're still alive, your skin feels warm to the touch and all our friends are with us like that traumatic event never happened.

Tonight, however, I've made my choice.

A fantasy dream where you're alive is better than a grieving world where you've passed. In the darkness, under the covers, shielded from any and everyone; I use these hands to take part in a sinful act again.

Holding a knife just above my heart while I laid curled on my side, I scrunch my eyes and slow my shaky breath. A second is all it takes. No longer will the ghost of you haunt my ever present existence, for it shall embrace your forgotten touch in the afterlife.

Wait for me, Mari.

And just when I've felt I finally mustered the courage to end it all — I hear a voice, a different voice that isn't yours. An old but comforting one, a long forgotten hymn of light embraced me.

—It was Kel.

And suddenly, no knife was in my crutches, the room was no longer enveloped in an eternal black winter and the lullaby of your presence fades.

Slow, cautiously slow, I opened my eyes to be welcomed by the sounds of birds chirping, the rays of a new beginning closing in and the smile of a face I thought I would never see again. His smile radiates my body with an unknown warmth I've long forgotten and I stare at him confused, seeing the image of my sister in his place. But before I could think to mutter a word, he speaks in a comforting tone for only my ears to hear.

"Hey, I know it wasn't your fault. It's okay, you can forgive yourself, even if it takes some time. I'll be here for you."

An angel was sent to me; it wasn't my time to go. And I was overwhelmed with emotion that nothing left me but tears down my face at those words. Those much needed words. Did you send Kel to me, Mari? Do you really forgive me? Is it okay?

Kel holds my hand as I cried for as long as I needed, never forcing me to do anything else but cry. The only comfort I ever indulged was in my dreams but now, with this heaven sent message I've been brought, maybe confronting the trauma might be a good thing. Baby steps at a time.

Maybe one day, I'll learn to finally forgive myself and see my hands as things to create something beautiful once more.

Ever since the day he rescued me, things have seemed brighter joining Kel on my walk to recovery. And it's all thanks to you, Mari. Thank you.

Now, instead of grief, all I hear is the timeless symphony I've created in the honor of your death.

#omori #omori sunny #omori mari #omori kel #omori fanfic #ssevent #lemeowade #fics. #my fics. #ax0lotly

[casart]

May I request some Virgil to soothe the soul?

I love drawing Virgil so here's some expressions-

#practicing expressions again☆ #casart #sanders sides #virgil sanders #sorry i been slow i haven't had time for myself nor felt well- #thankfully i have plenty in drafts to post meanwhile~ #tw blood

[chickenparm]

a while ago I asked myself if the vastaya can purr and if so, how would silco react if the reader purrs to him

here's a lil drabble for ya, sorry this one took so long!

Silco/gn!Reader 647 Words - SFW

The first time it had happened was completely on accident - you'd always been able to control it, unwilling to let those hear who hadn't earned nor deserved it.

So imagine your horror - and disgust with yourself, if you were being honest - when one particularly cold evening you'd stepped into the bar you assumed was empty due to being closed for the night. Your back hit the door as the warmth sunk into your cold bones, and the quiet rumbling in your chest filled the space around you.

Then, the creak of a floorboard.

Your eyes snapped open, your pleased sound dying in your throat as you saw Silco standing at the top of the stairs, an empty glass in his hand that hung from limp fingers. The look he gave you was one of curiosity and wonder, and you immediately felt sick to your stomach that you'd shown something so weak to arguably the most-powerful man in the city.

"Was that-"

"Please don't say anything. Forget you heard that."

And you thought the matter was dropped as you ducked back out the door, unwilling to give your report to Sevika that night. You'd find her the next day, when your shame dissipated enough for you to function properly.

Unfortunately, Silco did not do as you asked. He did not forget, and you realized this very quickly at the next meeting he called with you. Typically you served under Sevika, bringing her bits of information you picked up of all kinds. Silco's interactions with you were few and far between, and that was how you preferred it.

The man unsettled you in many ways.

As you stepped into his office and closed the door behind you, you noticed right away that the room was significantly warmer than the chilled air that settled around the rest of the building. Almost like it had been done on purpose, and you couldn't help the frown as you forced your instinctual reaction away.

"You called for me?"

"You're early," Silco was at his desk, turned away from you so you couldn't quite see his face, but that worked well enough for you. One of his hands gestured airily to the couch on your left, "Sit."

As you sunk down onto the couch, you couldn't help but glance at the clock and see that you were perfectly on-time, down to the minute. Perhaps he'd forgotten.

You leaned your elbow on the armrest, tapping idly with your fingers as Silco turned around to look at you with a shrewd gaze, like he was searching you for something that he hadn't quite found yet.

"I've a favor to ask of you. A small one, nothing of consequence. It won't take you but a moment."

You nodded briefly, relief flooding through you that he wasn't about to bring up the embarrassing purr you'd let out only days beforehand. That is, until he took you entirely off guard with his simple favor.

"Make it again. I'd like to hear it."

You knew your hair was standing on end as you stiffened, ears back against your head defensively while you spoke harshly, "Your favor is to embarrass me?"

"I see no need for you to be embarrassed," Silco said simply, slowly getting to his feet as his chair rolled aimlessly away. Your eyes were sharp as he rounded the desk with slow, deliberate steps, "Consider me interested. It's something I haven't heard before, and I find myself intrigued."

"I-I can't just make it, it doesn't work that way-"

"You need outside stimulus, then?"

Silco was close now, too close as he loomed above you. One of his hands settled beside your elbow on the armrest, the other reaching to the back of the couch and caging you in as he settled his weight above you comfortably like a prison.

"Perhaps you'll indulge me, and I'll do so in return."

#silco #silco arcane #arcane silco #arcane #silco x reader #drabble #fluff #vestayan reader #request fill

[ethanharli]

Pairing(s): Legosi x Top Male Reader

Warning(s): Cursing, fluff, wounds, nothing much, slight nsfw.

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 Legosi grunted softly as I dragged my tongue against the open wound on his back before examining them closely, "Did you really have to lick it..?" He mumbled, obviously feeling a bit uneasy. I on the other hand couldn't help but sigh, even though my blood was boiling at the sight, "Just because I'm a hybrid doesn't mean my saliva still can't help" I exclaimed, now taking the antiseptic and pressing it carefully against his wounds. His body winced from the contact and I tried to suppress a whine of worry, "I'm sorry.." My eyes narrowed in slight annoyance at his apology, he's been apologizing ever since he and Bill got into that fight on stage, then again I'd like to punch in Bill face too.

"Legosi it's fine, how many times do I got to tell you to stop apologizing? I get why you did it, I'm not made nor disappointed, If I new what Bill had I would have punched him too" I growled out, feeling my nose twitch from the rising anger. Bill was stupid for having rabbits blood on him, and what he did to Legosi added fuel to the fire, hell I was so close to running up on stage to rip his throat out. "But I hope you know I will cut his dick off and shove it so far down his throat that it comes out his ass" I smiled, not really noticing Legosi's body stiffen from my words, I was to lost in my own world of torture and anger to really pay attention.

"Alright sit up puppy I gotta wrap you up" I spoke, using the nickname I had given to him back when we were kids. I held in a small chuckle when his tail started to wag slightly, but either way I took the bandages and slipped my arms under his, trying my hardest to make sure my chest made no contact with his back whatsoever. Once I was done I shifted around to where my fluffy [H/c] tail rested in his lap, he seemed grateful for the act and gently started playing with my tail, "Do you ever plan on trimming your fur?" He asked, combing his claws through my fur happily, but his question got me to think for a moment, since its been about a month or two since I last trimmed my fur. Reaching up I scratched at my poor excuse of antlers, they were basically little nubs honestly, like a deer finally growing them in.

"I don't know, I think I look handsome this way" I laughed, merely joking. Nevertheless Legosi's silence kind of cut me off guard, as if he were actually pondering about the thought of my fur, "I think you'd look handsome either way" It took him a moment to register what he had said, and by the way my small smile went to a teasing smirk. "Awe Legosi! Are you trying to flirt with me?" I joked, bringing my hand to his face, slowly letting my claws glide under his muzzle, the way his body shivered from the touch excited me, but the feeling was quickly blown off knowing that his heart belongs to someone else. 

"N-no! I- I uh" He stuttered, desperately trying to figure out what to say. My smirk faded away as my eyes traveled to his face, taking in all the details, his fur was softer then it looks, and his eyes were so captivating that I got lost in them almost every time I look at them, and on the outside he might seem big and scary, but he's as delicate as a flower. It's definitely a shame that I can't have him for myself, Haru is one lucky girl huh. "Don't worry puppy I was only teasing, but I'll leave you alone now, you probably got something else you want to do then be cooped up in here with me yeah?" I forced a smile, not wanting him to know I was upset since I'd never hear the end of it if he found out. With a quick stretch and a weird glance from Legosi I got up, putting the medicine and such away before heading towards the door, "Wait" Ah, fuck.

Guess I'm easy to read huh? Dammit, "Are you okay?" His words dripped with concern, along with his eyes, which I avoided looking into, knowing I'd give in from just one glance. Don't do it [Y/n], you know better, "I'm fine, but you're the one with a clawed up back so you should try to rest" It was almost suffocating getting the words out, my body couldn't help but stiffen at the touch of his hand against my own. "Could you stay a little longer?" Well, there goes my restraint. A deep sigh slipped past my muzzle as I sat back down next to him, knowing this'll be bad for my heart but not caring if it mean't making him feel better, "Just a little longer."

However, I nearly choked when he climbed between my legs, looking up at me before wrapping his arms around my torso, and placing his head on my shoulder. "Thank you" He mumbled quietly, relaxing his body against mine, the feeling was almost foreign since we haven't cuddled up like this in so long, it hurts knowing how much I missed this, and knowing this couldn't be a regular thing. Wrapping my arms around his waist I quickly took advantage of this moment, knowing it would most likely be the last time it happens, taking in a deep inhale his scent merely intoxicated me, this feeling was something I didn't want to let go of, a warm but comforting feeling that sent me into a moment of bliss.

And I was feeling reckless, cause I've never been one to give up so easily. 

"Legosi."

But was it a chance I was willing to take? The chance to express my feelings but possibly lose the only friend I have?

"Hm- Ah! Hey!" My body moved on it own, shifting to push Legosi forward, not exactly pinning him to the floor since I didn't want to put any pressure on his wound. My hand moved from his waist to his neck, looking from his eyes to his lips every now and then, the urge to kiss him was so overwhelming, so intriguing, but so scary all at the same time. "I'm sorry" Was all I could utter out before pulling him into a desperate kiss, that felt even better then anything I had imagined, my other hand immediately trailed to the small of his back, flushing his body against mine.

All common sense went out the window after that, and I just couldn't help but trail my lips to his neck, leaving short but soft kisses while proceeding to his collarbone, where I nipped carefully, loving the way his body practically squirmed under me. "[Y-Y/n]?" His voice cut me out of my trance, but my hands stayed in place, not wanting to pull away in the slightest, "I'm sorry Legosi, it's just so fucking hard to hide the fact I love you" My smile turned bitter for a short second, wondering how I could try and get out of this situation. "You love me..?" Was the only response I got, I could only reply with a slightly nod, letting the embarrassment consume me, this was not the way I wan't him to find out, but, if not this way then would I have ever done it? That was definitely a thought to ponder over.

I was pleasantly surprised when he turned my gaze back towards him, tracing his thumb over my muzzle softly before hesitantly pulling me back into the kiss. Legosi practically submitted under me, slowly moving his arms around my neck so he wouldn't strain his back to much while my heart soared in my chest, causing my tail to wag viciously. My hands traveled back down to his hips, letting my lips wander around his neck, giving a few occasional nips and licks every now and then, happily listening to his soft moans. Until I licked behind his ear, causing him to moan a little louder then the other times, a small chuckle escaped my lips as I abused that spot, trailing my hand over his abdomen. 

Yet, my movement stopped when I finally realized how nervous he is, hell he's practically shaking. A small smile adored my features as I kissed him one last time before pulling him into a soothing hug, "I won't force you into anything Legosi I promise, I don't mind taking it slow" His body relaxed after that, and it wasn't until now that I noticed his tail was wagging almost as much as mine was.

"Hey Legosi?" I asked, eyes still watching his tail intently. "Yeah?"

"I love you" My smile grew when his tail started to practically thump against the floor.

"I..I love you too."

#legosi #beastars #beastarslegosi #x male reader #x seme male reader #x dom male reader #legosi x male reader #legosi x seme male reader

[rough-n-randy-rando]

Edd and Flow, Day One

For a town that neither shrank nor grew noticeably, any business that had opened within the last five years was considered new. Java Hut was one of those businesses. About the size of two shipping containers stacked on top of each other and crammed between The Candy Store and Toomey's Tattoos, it was usually a busy place. The very first weekend of summer, with everyone having taken off like they were on the lam, it was almost completely empty.

There were only three people keeping the place warm: Eddward Vincent, known locally as Double-Dee; Barb; just Barb; and a trucker just passing through. Barb, Just Barb, 65-year-old owner of Toomey's, was taking her break and enjoying another romance novel she'd saved from the Goodwill. The Trucker was deeply contemplating the selection of doughnuts to pair with his pitch-black coffee. Eddward Vincent was behind the counter, offering helpful dietary and nutritional advice on each item in an attempt to help him make up his mind.

"I'm not a fancy guy, just something sweet, but not too sweet, gotta watch my weight." The trucker slapped his belly, which thumped like a drum, and laughed. "Ah, hell, gimme the Maple Bar, I'm treatin' myself."

"Excellent choice, sir, one moment." Double-Dee pressed a button and enjoyed the impressed look on the man's face as the doughnut was cycled on a conveyor belt and slid into a waiting paper bag, then lifted to the counter by a spatula/elevator device riveted to the display case.

"Now that's nifty, this from Japan or somethin'?"

"No Sir, it's a design of my own!"

"Well waddya know, we still make 'em smart here in the States after all." The man handed over a five and waved off the change. "Put it to college and remember me when ya win the Nobel or somethin'."

"Thank you, have a wonderful day."

After the trucker left, Barb whistled at Double-Dee and pointed to her lipstick-stained coffee mug. "Mind topping me off, Sugar, story's getting good and I'm remembering how old I am, need a jolt." As Double-Dee obliged her, she set her book down and looked him over. "You know, this town's dead as Tombstone and yet here you are slaving over an empty store." She took out a small compact and checked that her hair, grey with dyed black streaks, was still tied back and nothing was out of place. "Handsome, hardworking boy like you should be out making trouble, breaking girl's hearts; don't you have some doe-eyed cheerleader fawning after you somewhere?"

Double-Dee blushed and replaced the pot of coffee. "Yes, well, I'm set to graduate soon, and degrees sadly don't pay for themselves, Mrs. Sebastopol."

"Baby Doll, it's Barb, Just Barb."

"Mother told me to always refer to adults with respectful titles."

"Well I'm not your mother and I'm not royalty so just call me Barb."

Double-Dee sat at a stool near the end of the counter closest to Barb and smiled. "Alright, 'Barb'."

"See, wasn't so hard, not like your momma's gonna come through the door over there and start beating you with a wooden spoon or nothing."

"A very colorful scenario, 'Barb'."

Barbara pushed her winged-frame glasses up her nose, "You still didn't answer my question."

Again Double-Dee blushed and he gave a nervous laugh in response. "W-well, ah, I suppose I haven't… found the… right person."

"Gotta take time for romance, Darling. That's how I met my James." She leaned back in her chair and crossed her heavily tattooed arms. "Met him while he was on Liberty in San Francisco, Fleet Week, I was working at a diner called Pinecrest. He was with some of his buddies and at the border of drunk, saying he was the 'responsible one.' He was five-six, barely came to my chin, but he was all muscle, with hands like baseball mitts and a face like Gene Kelly. And that uniform, woof. Asked me out as he was carrying one of his buddies to the Cab."

The shop's door rung as it opened, ripping Double-Dee away from San Francisco, Pinecrest Diner, and the diminutive but immensely attractive Mr. Sebastopol. Kevin, dressed in a mechanic's coverall and his signature cap, halted a few steps in and seemed as though he suddenly wanted to leave. He'd come with the specific coal of 'casually' running into the dork, making as much small talk as possible with the dork, and being as close as possible to the dork. And now, he felt the urge to sprint home, and get as far away as possible from the dork.

"Oh hello, Kevin, forgive me I was hearing the most wonderful story."

Barb stood and drained her coffee in one big swig, inhaling sharply through her teeth afterwards, "Stuff's cold. My own damn fault." She pinched Double-Dee's cheek and gathered her things. "Should be getting back to work, stop bothering you with my memories." When she saw the disappointment on his face she checked her watch. "It's a slow day anyways, maybe I'll close up the shop and come bore you with the rest in an hour or so, how's that?"

"Please, 'Barb', I do not wish you to inconvenience yourself just for the sake of my curiosity."

"I own the damn place, nothing inconvenient about it." With that she took her leave, stopping at Kevin to give him a friendly punch in the arm. "And you, when are you coming back to finish up your work, eh?"

Kevin was glad it was the summer, that he was in a thick coverall, and that he'd just walked a half mile on a whim, because his new nervous sweat was easily masked by all the exertion. "Yeah, hah, great to see you too, Barb."

Barb gave him a quizzical look, then licked her thumb and wiped away a smudge of grease on his cheek. "Take a shower at some point today, Red."

And with that, Barb, Just Barb, made her exit, leaving the two with only open air and a cabinet full of doughnuts between them.

"Coffee!" Kevin blurted out, aware he sounded like he was trying to talk over someone. It was possibly his own thoughts both encouraging and dissuading him to do something, damnit.

Double-Dee jumped at the near-order and crossed to the machines, fretting and fumbling over the cups. "What size, wh-what kind?"

"Coffee?" His brain was screaming at him.

"Yes, Kevin, what kind, what size?"

"Hot… Hot Coffee. Sm... Medium."

Double-Dee calmed slightly, recovering from the surprise. "Is house blend fine?"

"House. Fine, finefinefine." His brain had stopped screaming because it was dead.

Double-Dee went about pouring a medium house coffee utilizing a set of hydraulic arms and claws that quickly, safely, and efficiently delivered the steaming-hot drink straight to Kevin, an accordion-style arm presenting it. "That'll be two dollars and fifty cents, please."

Kevin fumbled one-handed with his wallet and deftly dropped it to the floor as he pulled out a five. He stood there, coffee in one hand, bill in the other. Double-Dee cautiously walked around the counter and stooped to get Kevin's wallet. Kevin's body finally made some kind of connection to his mind and he stooped after as well, his chin meeting the back of the ravenette's head.

"Ouch!"

"Sorry, dude!"

Kevin instinctively brought his hands down to pull Double-Dee up, and accomplished slapping the other teen in the face with a five-dollar bill and spilling half of his piping-hot coffee on him as well. Double-Dee stood up abruptly and this time it was his head in the role of attacker, slamming Kevin's mouth shut with a loud CLACK as his teeth became reacquainted. Kevin was knocked off balance and fell backwards, causing him to grab at the air with his now empty hand, snagging Double-Dee's beanie. Double-Dee, with lightning reflexes, grabbed onto his hat and held for dear life, being pulled along, then down, with Kevin.

The two came to rest a coffee, grease and sweat-stained pile. Double-Dee's head was resting on Kevin's chest, and Kevin was holding onto the other boy like they'd just finished making love.

"You, uhm… you okay, Double Dweeb?" 'Yes, good, save face insult him AND ask after his well-being' his inner voice hissed.

"This has been a rather…" Double-Dee rose slightly and shifted into a sitting position, straddling Kevin, his hair disheveled and emerging from under his now wet hat, "… Interesting encounter."

Kevin felt blood rushing back to the brain in his head, as well as his other brain just below the waist. He heard the bell on the door ring and craned his head to see who had entered to witness his shame.

"You know it's against company policy to bang in the store on the clock, right?" Lee Kanker stepped over Kevin and made her way to the rear of the store, calling over her shoulder, "Double-Dee, clean that up will ya, I'm going to change."

Double-Dee looked at his watch, then at his coffee-stained clothes, and the coffee-stained floor, and the coffee-stained redhead he was mounted on. "Messy, messy, messy, these stains will be aggravating to remove." He stood and cautiously leaned over the counter to press a button, summoning a robot that looked like a filing cabinet crossed with a mop bucket that set about cleaning the ground, letting out an annoyed beep each time it found the way obstructed by a still prostrate Kevin. "Please get off the floor, Kevin, it's very dirty, then again I suppose you're rather messy yourself." He extended his hand.

Whatever mix of bravado, sheepishness, and utter stupidity had previously been rattling around inside him was gone, and now Kevin, neutral and defeated, took the offered hand and rose.

"Thanks for the Coffee." Kevin turned on his heel like the failed JROTC cadet he was and strode out, breaking into a dead sprint the minute his foot hit the sidewalk.

Lee came back and took a seat behind the counter, flipping through a Playgirl magazine and putting in headphones. "He had a hard-on."

Double-Dee spun around, his face turning crimson. "Excuse me!?"

Lee ripped out one of the pages and stuffed it in her bra, "Kevin, rock hard."

Double-Dee was speechless. He attempted some kind of response, smoothed out his soaked apron, tucked his loose, wet hair back under his hat, composed himself, and strode towards the rear of the store.

"Be proud, it's a compliment" she called after him, tearing another photo of a near-nude man out and putting him with his compatriot.

Meanwhile, Kevin, winded and his heart thudding in his ears, was about to turn back into the cul de sac when he tripped and gorilla-rolled across the sidewalk, coming to rest on his back. He laid there, staring up into the sun, wishing for it to burn him to a crisp, when a familiar face came into view.

"Kevin, why are you splayed like a fresh pelt on a tanning board, and why do you smell of a Peruvian/Chilean blend?"

"Rolf, bro, I couldn't tell you to save my life." He was pained at the truth in that. He was barely able to contemplate or come to terms with his own feelings, let alone begin to try and play out other people's reactions to them. "I just… I got it bad for someone."

"It? Bad? What, Worms? Rolf has cure for this pestilential malady! Come, we'll ferment some of Victor's milk and pickle a dozen of Gertrude's eggs, you'll be purged and fit enough to harvest an entire field in no time!" Rolf lifted Kevin up bodily and placed him on his feet. "You do not seem as though you are bothered by things which creep and crawl on your insides, tell Rolf your worry so that he may tailor a solution."

"I like someone, dude." It might have been the need to tell someone something, even if it wasn't everything; it might have been the dizziness from getting hit in and falling onto his head consecutively in the span of a few minutes; or it might have been the loneliness that went hand in hand with his recent thoughts, but he let fly. "I don't know why, or, I think I know why, but I don't know what to do, how to do it, you know what I mean?"

"No, Rolf does not understand this."

Kevin let out a sigh. "Forget it, man."

"Rolf does not understand this 'not knowing', this 'why.' If you feel the rustlings of the undergrowth of your heart you do not turn and run like some child without hair on their chest; you declare yourself to your desired, you build a home for them, and plant many a fertile seed so as to leave no doubt of your prowess and virility."

Kevin felt a second wind in him, his friend's words echoing in his head. "I don't know about the planting seeds and whatever but yeah, YEAH, that's what I'm gonna do."

"Ensuring a bountiful harvest is important to courtship, flat-end-of-bread Kevin, now you are saying things that Rolf cannot approve of."

Kevin embraced his friend and took off running back towards Java Hut.

"If you do have worms tell Rolf, he already has the milk and eggs!"

Back at the shop, Barb was engaged in commentary of the men in the magazine with Lee, Double-Dee emerging from the back clean and dry.

"There you are, I thought you'd changed your mind and taken off to avoid my story."

Double-Dee chuckled, feeling refreshed after he'd utilized his patented solo-shower kit. "I wouldn't miss the conclusion of your story for anything, 'Barb'"

"Oooh, juicy gossip?" Lee leaned towards Barb expectantly, Double-Dee sitting beside her at a respectful distance.

"Just talking about my James."

"I remember him, short guy, like my Eddy."

Barb sighed and nodded, reached into her purse and pulled out a much-loved photograph in a cloudy, plastic sleeve. She pulled the photo out and held it so they could see. Barb was young, thin, and naked, a yellow sundress thrown over her shoulder. Double-Dee blushed, Lee whistled. Besides her was a stocky, muscular man with his arms crossed and wearing only a smile, his impressive equipment on proud display. Double-Dee giggled nervously, and Lee nodded in approval. While Barb's skin was an empty canvas, James was a mosaic of Marine iconography, Catholic imagery and more than a couple Japanese geishas in demure and lewd poses.

"He gave me my first ink, our second date." She lifted her arm so they could see her armpit, a wide-hipped hula girl winking back at them. It had clearly gotten a few touch ups over the years, the most well-cared for tattoo out of her many. "The photo's from our first date, Baker Beach. He left for Vietnam a few days later and swore he'd kill anyone and anything to get back to me, even 'the poor bastard who makes the mistake of marrying you before me.' He was a romantic."

"Marriage, after a couple of dates?" Double-Dee was amazed.

"Did you not see what he was packing? I'd have married him on the spot." Lee let out a lecherous laugh and high-fived Barb.

Barb wiped away a tear, smiling at her photograph and other fond memories. "You just know. It's corny, it's old fashioned, but, we did, and so I think anyone can. Plus, he came back in one piece, so I knew he'd be tougher than anything that came our way."

"What happened to Mr. Sebasto… James?" Double-Dee winced as Lee smacked his shoulder.

"Cancer. Had to be something that mean to take my James down. The only thing he couldn't beat with his bare hands." Barb laughed and wiped her eyes again. "No I don't dwell on that. I had him, he was mine, not everyone gets that chance, that blessing."

The door to the shop didn't open so much as it exploded inward, the bell snapping loose as it rung. Kevin stumbled in, soaked to the waist in sweat, coffee stains still on him. Everyone in the shop stared at Kevin, but he only had eyes for, and on, Double-Dee.

"Kevin, you're in even shoddier a state than when you left, what happened!?" Double-Dee sprung from his seat and moved to Kevin, putting his hands on his shoulders and meeting his gaze, assessing him for heat injuries.

"Plant… fffffertile… seeeehhuuuuh." He didn't fall into Double-Dee's arms so much as collapsed into them, then onto him.

"Oh dear, not again." There was no helping it, the pair fell to the ground. "Some assistance, please?"

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[annaphoenix1994]

Horseshoe Overlook - Americans at Rest

Minnie looked up from cleaning her rifle to the sound of hoofbeats, relieved that it was her father finally returning home after being to town all day. "Ya get lost?" She questioned with a grin, teasing him.

"I might have," Her father replied, stopping Trace at the hitching post outside the cabin. "I met a feller and we got to talkin' and I lost track of time." He explained.

"Did you talk the poor man's head off?" She chuckled.

"No, he actually liked talkin' to me. He didn't talk much of himself though. Just another ear to listen I suppose. Real nice feller. You'd like him!"

"Is that so?" She scoffed.

"Sure is! He looked a little older than you, but was real polite and charming. You would've fallen in love with his eyes," He explained, knowing his daughter was soft for blue eyes. Jameson was always a man who remembered another's face. In his time, it was crucial to remember a familiar face.

Minnie's heart fluttered as she immediately thought of the "man in blue" back on the Cornwall train. 'That's a one in a million chance it was him' she thought to herself, frowning in disappointment. "So, that's what you do: playing matchmaker for your daughter!" She laughed, shaking the memory of the man's blue eyes from her mind.

"Nah, I just met him while I was having a drink and we got to talking. He reminded me of you, so I immediately brought you up." He explained.

"You didn't tell him my name, did you?" She rose her brows.

"Of course not!"

"Good," She smiled. "I'll go make some dinner," She said as she stood to her feet before stretching by raising her arms above her head. "You still play your banjo? You said earlier that you missed playing."

"I haven't lately. Say, you wanna sing with me later?" He suggested.

"Of course, pa," Minnie smiled. "Give me an hour to make dinner." She assured as she walked into the cabin after getting the provisions from Trace's saddlebag. She caught a glimpse of her father staring off into the distance again like he had done earlier, worried about something happening. She sighed as she knew sooner or later, he would have to be under supervision twenty-four seven. She made her way to the chest at the foot of her bed, pulling out a dark blue skirt to compliment her cream-colored blouse. She tied her apron around her waist as she made haste in getting dinner prepared. Dusk was soon approaching as she lit a lantern to flatter the inside of the cabin while her father lit the lantern that hung from the porch.

"I'll be right back!" He announced from outside. "Goin' to go put Trace up!"

She nodded as she looked at him through the window, rapidly stirring the heated corn kernels, mixing cream and flour in them as it was heating up, making creamed corn as she waited for the camp bread to rise as they cooked on a cast-iron skillet.

"You comin' in for dinner?" She asked as the food was finally ready. It wasn't much, but it was definitely a bigger meal than what was typical: creamed corn, camp bread, celery sticks, salted beef, and potato slices.

"This looks great, dear!" He applauded as he sat across from her at the small table. She smiled as she set his prepared plate in front of him as well as the skillet of camp bread in the middle of the table just in case they wanted more.

"Thank you," She replied as she poured him a tin cup of water before pouring her own as she sat down to join him.

"How long you plan on stayin'?" He asked.

"What kind of question is that?" She furrowed her brows.

"You know exactly what I'm askin'. You know I hate talkin' about this, but I need to know." He replied, his mouth full of creamed corn.

She sighed, "I don't know. We have quite a bit of money for now, so I don't think I'd be goin' anywhere any time soon." She assured him, sighing a breath of relief as she saw him smile at her response. She could tell it made him happy to hear that as well as she, but she knew she would have to leave sometime soon.

Their conversations were brief as they ate, grateful that they were able to eat a meal this big compared to the simple diet of beans, camp bread, and dried fruit. During their meal, she couldn't help but notice how fidgety her father was, which wasn't normal for him unless he was eager to do something.

"What's eatin' at you, pa?" She asked.

"When I was talking to the feller I met, we got to talkin' about how we used to be in church. I miss playin' my banjo while you sing. It brings back so many memories. Wanna go play?" He asked, his grey eyes pleading for remembrance as he was desperate to ignore the awful gut feeling he had of things about to take a turn for the worst.

She smiled, "I haven't sang in years..."

"That don't matter. You know you'll feel better if you sing. Takes stress off ya!" He suggested.

"Alright, fair enough! You got me!" She chuckled. "Let me clean these plates up first. I'll meet you out on the porch." She said. He nodded as he slowly stood to his feet, grabbing his banjo as he walked to the front porch. She grew excited as she heard him tune up the instrument, knowing that he was eager to play as it was one of his many talents. Brief thoughts came back to her from when she would sing in the choir at church growing up, looking at her father for comfort to ease her nerves as he played the banjo while the church group sang. In a way, she needed this as much as he did.

She wiped her hands on her apron before removing it, grabbing a bottle of whiskey to take with her to soothe her nerves, even if she was just singing in front of herself and her father. "Alright, what song should we do?" She asked, sitting down in the rocking chair next to her father.

"Wayfaring Stranger" to start out. It's slow and I know I'm a bit rusty." He chuckled.

"I don't know if I remember the words!" She giggled.

"You will, dear," He assured. "You ready?"

She nodded as she gulped, closing her eyes, waiting to hear the soft strums of the banjo to get the rhythm of the old song.

I am a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world alone There is no sickness, toil nor danger In that fair land to which I go

I'm goin' home to meet my mother I'm  goin' home, no more to roam I am just goin' over Jordan I am just goin' over home

I know dark clouds will hover o'er me I know my pathway's rough and steep But golden fields lie out before me Where weary eyes no more will weep

I'm goin' home to meet my father I'm  goin' home, no more to roam I am just goin' over Jordan I am just goin' over home

"I told ya!" He cheered her, chills erecting on his forearms. His daughter really had the voice of an angel. "What about "Cruel World?"

"I'll see if I can remember that one! That one's new!" She chuckled, feeling more confident as her natural talent came back to her.

Cruel, cruel world, must I go on? Cruel, cruel world, I'm moving on I've been living too fast And I've been living too long Cruel, cruel world, I'm gone

This big ol' world sure got me running 'round I heard a voice that said, "Just settle down" And with the moonlight as my guide And with this feeling deep inside I know now that I am homeward bound

"Should we do another?" She asked, taking another shot of whiskey to calm her rattling nerves. It felt as if every other problem in the world has faded away, even the gang lurking in the distance, waiting to make their move.

He smiled as he strummed his banjo once more, his mind searching for the next song to suggest, but his mind was boggled by the irritable gut pain he kept getting, feeling like he was being watched.

"What have we got here? A party?" A man said from horseback, holding his lantern up. Minnie's eyes widened as she stood to her feet, standing in a protective stance in front of her father.

"Mind your business," She snarled.

"Oh, I am, darlin'. You see, I have a reason to be here tonight,"

"Yeah? And I have a reason to shoot you if you don't leave right now!" She warned, raising her brows.

The stranger chuckled, "Ha! I don't see that happenin'," He said as a few more men appeared from the perimeter.

'Me and my big mouth,' She scolded herself.

"Dear, I believe your sins have come to get their due." She heard her father say.

That sentence stung her heart, but she knew he was right. "Get inside," She said.

"What're you gonna do?" He whispered.

"Don't worry about it. They look like bounty hunters. They just want me-"

"Oh, we don't just want you, but this house. Ya see, your buddy needs a place to stay-"

"Your buddy will have a hole in the ground to stay in. Not here, so get lost!" She hissed.

"Get lost, huh?" She heard a familiar voice say.

Colm O'Driscoll.

"Shit," She mumbled. "You heard me," She said, making her voice stern. She never wanted her father to be involved in her ways of being an outlaw, but she came to peace with the fact that he would eventually.

"You're right, I did. Loud and clear. Now you hear me: we're takin' your home. We need a hideout. Now if you want to live with your pa here, I suggest you move aside and let us in," Colm explained.

"Over my dead body!" She snarled.

Colm shrugged his shoulders, taking his pistol from his holster, pulling the hammer back, "If you say so," He said, pulling the trigger, except his aim wasn't on her, but her father.

With a grunt and thud, he landed on the porch. She immediately knelt down to him, holding his head in her hands, crying uncontrollably, apologizing to him, "I'm so sorry! I'll never be able to forgive myself for this!" She cried, her tears blurring her vision. He tightly gripped her hand, using his thumb to rub the top of her hand. "Never be sorry. It's how the ways things is," He panted. "I love you,"

"I love you too," She cried, bowing her head to where her forehead was resting on his. "Give momma a kiss for me,"

He chuckled quietly, "I know she's a-waitin' on me!"

"Get her outta my sight!" She heard Colm demand. She tried her best to fight the two men grabbing her, pulling her away from her father. "Dump him in the wagon right there!" He demanded, pointing to the unusable wagon sitting a few yards away from the cabin.

Both of the men gripped her harshly by her arms, dragging her away from her now-deceased father. Her body was numb and her brain felt stunned while her vision was blurred by her tears. Her heart was broken.

Both of Colm's men drug her into the cabin, using a stiff rope to tie her wrists around the thick cot post before tying her ankles together. "Where should we start?" Colm asked as he walked into the cabin, scavenging the food that had previously been prepared.

"Don't think there ain't shit here, boss." One of the men said.

Colm smirked, "Oh, there's somethin' here. Search every cabinet and chest," He directed. The men nodded as they followed orders. Minnie shut her eyes and turned her head as she felt Colm's presence tower over her, his rough hand gripping her jaw and turning her face towards him. "You got prettier," He whispered, evident of the bourbon he had been drinking. "You think you could get away with threatenin' me like that?" He mocked.

"I still can," She spat. "There ain't much you can do to me now. I got nothin' better to live for."

"Very cooperative, Miss Barlow. Congratulations, you'll be livin' your new life in prison after we have ya turned in. That's a mighty fine bounty you got on your head." He said.

"'Bout as big as the one on yours," She replied, pursing her lips. "I'd rather rot in prison than sit and hear your bullshit words," She opened her eyes to stare into his, taunting him. He clenched his fingers harder against her skin, wanting to make her wince, which she didn't. He didn't want to admit that she was as tough as nails as he was going to do everything in his power to make her crumble.

"What're you gonna do? Hit me? So big and bad." She mocked. Without a response, he did just that, smacking her clean across the face twice, slightly splitting her lip.

"You're gonna wish you didn't piss me off." He said, roughly pulling her closer to him, his lips centimeters from her cheek.

"Likewise."

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A few days later...

Arthur took a long draw from his cigarette as he walked through the saloon in Valentine, scanning the area for Javier and Charles. He remembered that Hosea had said they had been going back and forth to Valentine since arriving at Horseshoe Overlook, haste to get a drink almost every night. He put out the cigarette with his boot, walking over to his fellow gang members, chuckling as they were trying to get in between the sheets with the local working girls.

"Hey! Alright, here we go!" Javier cheered as he had talked one of the working girls he had his eyes on to take back a shot of hard liquor he had paid for. Javier had always been one to try too hard to get women. "Oh, Arthur! Come here, come here!" He said, grabbing him by the shoulder. "Come over here, I want you to meet our friends,"

"Please to meet you," Arthur said, not interested in getting to know these women, although he couldn't keep his eyes off of the younger woman's oversized breasts. 'No wonder Javier wants a go at that,' He thought to himself.

"Well ain't you just the tough as teak mountain man," The large-breasted woman flirted, her eyes scanning him up and down, biting her lip at his strong build and broad shoulders.

"Oh, you be quiet, Anastasia, anyone can tell this one is a pussy cat!" The other woman teased.

"Exactly, yes he's a pussy...cat," Javier said, bringing back the attention of the women to himself. "Ain't that so, Arthur?"

"Whatever you say," Arthur replied, standing back to look at the women up and down like they did to him. "How much you cost, anyway?"

"Well ain't that a nice way to talk to a lady," Anastasia flirted, resting her elbows on the bar as she leaned back.

"Oh, I didn't know I was talkin' to a lady," Arthur sneered, thankful that they got offended.

"Excuse me," Anastasia said, embarrassed, gesturing for the other girl to follow her, Charles attempting to graze her arm as he was almost heartbroken that she was leaving.

"Well, I must say, you got a fine way with the women, amigo," Javier sighed.

"Yeah, a regular dandy and a charmer," Arthur chuckled, now leaning against the bar. "Where's Bill?" He asked before taking back a shot.

"Oh, man, I dread to think about it," Javier replied, taking a drink for his own. "Hey hey hey, there he is!" Javier pointed to his now-drunken friend, staggering through the saloon doors, accidentally bumping into a fellow customer.

"Hey! Watch where you're goin'!" Bill spat, pushing the man away from him.

"Take it easy!" The local replied.

"Is he about to kiss that guy or punch him?" Arthur questioned, taking another shot as he knew he was about to get his knuckles bloody.

"Oh, and we have our answer!" Javier said, taking the lead and attacking the man that punched Bill.

Arthur sighed as he prepared his fists by cracking his knuckles and rolling his shoulders as he made his way to an opponent, delivering a few good blows before being punched himself, making his anger peak.

"Let's just shoot these bastards!" He heard Bill yell as he was growing more agitated that he was receiving more punches than delivering.

"Don't think that's a good idea!" Arthur grunted as he used the pillar to slam his opponent's head, knocking him out cold.

"Ain't there no men in this saloon?" Bill teased as three men had him cornered, two holding each of his arms as the third was delivering blows to his abdomen and face. Arthur groaned as he grabbed the man by the shoulders, turning him around to hook him square in the jaw, sending him staggering until he fell backward, holding his face.

"What the hell is goin' on down here?" A gruff voice said from atop the staircase. Arthur's eyes widened at how big this man was, secretly hoping that he wasn't going to have to fight him. 'With my luck...' He thought.

"No, Tommy, stay outta this!" The bartender pleaded as he took shelter behind the bar.

"Come here, you little greaser!" Tommy mocked, his attention on Javier.

Javier shook his knuckles as he attempted to throw a punch at him, Arthur following closely behind before being struck from behind by a man with an old wooden chair, wrapping his arms around Arthur's neck, using his elbow to squeeze.

"Get the hell off me!" Arthur grunted as he used his elbow to deliver a few strikes to his abdomen. Once he was weakened, Arthur escaped from his grip, using everything he had to throw a solid punch to the man's temple, knocking him out cold.

"He ain't gettin' up from that!" Bill chuckled. "Javier needs some help, Morgan!" He said.

Arthur rushed to Javier, whose face was being implanted into the wooden table closest to the window.

"Hey, tough guy!" Arthur yelled, grabbing Tommy by the shoulders, pulling him off of Javier before punching him in the stomach. Tommy pursed his lips before grabbing Arthur's jacket collar, striking him in the cheek before effortlessly throwing him across the table. "You want some too, huh?" Tommy mocked as Arthur struggled to get up, trying to catch his breath. Tommy gripped his jacket, using his body to almost throw Arthur through the window, tumbling into the muddy street below.

"Come on, pretty boy," Tommy mocked, marching down the three steps that led out of the saloon.

"You're kiddin' me, pretty boy?" Arthur questioned as he staggered to his feet, mentally preparing himself for another brawl.

The men boxed for a good few minutes before Arthur finally had the final say, straddling Tommy as he repeatedly delivered multiple blows to the man's face, wondering why he wasn't out cold yet. If it were up to him, he would've shot him by now.

"Stop! Stop! Please!" A bystander intervened, putting himself between Arthur as he was sure he was close to splitting Tommy's skull. "Please, I beg you. Stop. Come, sir. You won the fight already, surely that's enough?" The man suggested.

"What business is it of yours?" Arthur growled.

"No business," The man replied, coughing as he spit bile from his mouth. "No business, sir, but please, I beg you-"

Arthur had enough, pushing past the man as he quickly tended to Tommy. Arthur grabbed his shoulder as it was aching more than any other limb, making his way to the general store to have a seat on the bench outside, not even noticing Dutch's presence.

"Making new friends again I see, Arthur," He heard a familiar foreign voice say.

"Look who we found sniffing about," Dutch said, introducing the gang's longtime friend, Josiah Trelawny, a former member of the Van der Linde gang and Englishman. By how Arthur noted how he was dressed, he wasn't the only one giving him the odd look of 'this man is a long way from civilization.'

"Josiah Trelawny," Arthur said.

"The very same!" Dutch chuckled as Josiah did a bow, introducing himself.

"Well, well," Arthur said as he took a seat on the bench. "I thought you'd gone to New York?"

"And miss all this glamour?" Josiah replied in his sing-song voice. "You must be joking!"

"How are you?" Arthur asked as he now stood up to walk off his aches as sitting only seemed to make it worse.

"Quite well indeed," Josiah replied. "I went to Blackwater looking for you gentlemen. You're not very popular down there it seems," He explained. "Ah Javier and Charles! I've missed you! And Bill looking as well as can be. Gentlemen, always a pleasure!"

"You're right, we ain't too popular in Blackwater," Dutch nodded as the men seemed to be gathered in a small circle to talk about future plans.

"We left a lot of money there," Arthur said to Josiah as he was now sitting on the steps to the general store, finding the steps more comfortable than the bench.

"And young Sean it seems," Josiah added, referring to the young, cocky Irishman who had been with the gang and captured by the lawmen in Blackwater.

"Sean? You found him?" Dutch asked.

"Yes, I have!" Josiah nodded. "He's being held by some bounty hunters trying to see how much money the government will pay them. I know he's in Blackwater, but there's talk of him moving," He explained.

"Well, if we step foot in Blackwater well, then we're dead men for sure," Arthur warned, groaning as a sharp pain entered his jaw as he almost struggled to stand up.

"They'll be Pinkertons all over the place, but if he's alive we gotta try," Dutch said.

"Yeah, of course,"

"It's you they want, Dutch," Josiah warned.

"Always is. Charles, go find out what you can, carefully. Josiah, take Javier. Arthur, go get yourself cleaned up. Join them when you're ready," Dutch commanded.

"Well, what about me?" Bill asked, walking with Dutch as he dismissed himself.

"Well exactly, what about you?"

"W-What does that mean?"Bill questioned.

"Ah, Bill. Come on,"

Arthur shook his head as he made his way to the barrel of water in the alleyway, quickly cleaning his face before heading to the hotel to pay happily for a piping hot bath and a warm bed to stay in.

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[hejgyrus]

Cameron's First Time (p 2)

Hejgyrus: Ok, let's not do narrator anymore. This is gonna be first* person. Oh and sorry for saying that there was gonna be fucking in the first one, this one will really have insertion type shit...

Cameron: *now in front of his house with Ari* I had the best time of my life.

Ari: Ya, I have a feeling this is gonna last awhile.

*They kiss goodbye as Ari leaves for work and Cameron enters his house, from Cameron*

Cameron*: I slid down the door, I was in ecstasy. Feeling all that confidence from this morning. Almost immediately I stripped. It felt so good throwing all my cloths into the lounge. I felt myself turn red as I realized the blinds weren't drawn. I took a deep breath and walked out of the doorway to the lounge. Everything was fine, no-one was watching me, looking at me, laughing at me. I was hungry... I walked into the kitchenette and found myself some cake I had in the fridge. It was alright. I took it over to the lounge where I lay down in-front of the TV and turn it on.

TV: *starts up Game of Thrones*

Cameron: Ooh this is always fun.

Cameron*: I watched for a bit as he finished up his breakfast cake. Everything was find, so I thought I might as well do some chores around my place. It was great! I cleaned the apartment, did the dishes, texted a few friends, all completely naked! I was so revealing. It got pretty late in the day.

TV: *still on Game of Thrones; starts up sex scene*

Cameron: Ha! I new my ship would happen.

Cameron*: Suddenly I felt a wave of humiliation. I was watching these two chicks getting pounded, then I got a boner! I felt the shock from my days at the orphanage, it was so bad I ran to a corner with my phone crying. I don't know what came over me, it was still there.

Cameron: There's one thing left to do. I need to masturbate. I've seen plenty of people do it on Game of Thrones.

Cameron*: I turned off the TV and sat down. I was staring at it for awhile, it almost looked impatient. I didn't know how to do this. I haven't had a boner since the orphanage. I held it in my hand for awhile, I tried rubbing it... I felt out of place. This was weird. I decided to call Ari.

*Ari picks up*

Cameron: Hey Ari, I have a problem.

Ari: Wat?

Cameron: Well, after you went to work I decided to just strip!

Ari: That's great, you've been naked all day.

Cameron: Ya but... I was watching Game of Thrones, and a sex scene came up, and I got hard. I.. I don't know what to do!

Ari: .. I just got off work, I'll be right there. Give me ~10 minutes.

Cameron: Ok.

Cameron*: How is it still not going away!? I tried jerking off for the next 10 minutes until I suddenly got shook by Ari knocking on the door. I ran over to my bathroom to get my robe, it was for women but it was the only one the shop had that would fit me. Running with an erection is not easy, nor is trying to conceal a boner with a robe. I ran over to the door holding my hardon where I open the door to Ari. He looked huge.

Ari: You ok? You look like a tomato.

Cameron: I'm white.

Ari: Alright let's see what seems to be the problem.

Cameron*: We walked over to the lounge where Ari took a seat and stood me in-front of him. I was covering my cock, which was not easy with my small hands.

Ari: Well?

Cameron*: I giggled as I moved my hands to flick off my robe and just stood there, with my 4 inch pink cock pointed right over his head. Actually seeing him like that made it stand up so much it was pressing against my belly.

Ari: I see, your cock seems to have grown a tumor.

Cameron: *giggles*, it dose kinda hurt, it's been like that for almost half an hour.

Ari: Aw, Cameron have a boo-boo on his cock?

Cameron: *giggles* stop....

Ari: Would it feel better if I kiss it?

Cameron*: Before I even realized what he said he grabbed my hands and kissed my cock gently, right on the underside of the tip. Before realizing what he did I felt my knees just collapse, as I cried out. Ari caught me mid fall.

Ari: Deep breath, I'll show you what weak knees really mean.

Cameron*: He picked me up on my back and carried me over to my room, it was sun down, and the sun was casting blood orange light through the windows. Ari threw me on to the bed. I couldn't move.

Ari: Are you scared?

Cameron: Ya..

Ari: Don't be. I'm gonna take care of you.

Cameron*: Ari threw himself over me catching himself on his massive arms and legs, just barely grazing the tip of my cock, I didn't flinch. He looked so big, like a lion about to eat me. He came down and we started kissing, he was rough, I liked it. I half halfheartedly started pushing his hips away, but he didn't budge, I didn't want him to. He grabbed my face and turned it to the left as he licked the side of my face from my lips to my ear.

I was shook.

He started down to my nipple where he made out with the left one hard, it tickled. He bit it, I cried. He came over to my ear and whispered,

Ari: You taste like strawberries.

Camreon*: I guess that came from the cake I ate in the morning. He started kissing me down the middle, I had one of those creases from my neck to my navel, which he followed. He was gonna put my cock in his mouth! I knew it... I didn't know what to expect. He kissed my navel and moved down until he was an inch above my cock. I was squirming, I didn't know why.

Ari stopped and stared at it,

Ari: Oh boy it looks so good.

Cameron: Wh... what are you doi... AHHH.

Cameron*: He plunged down at it. His lips rubbing along the entire thing, his soft juicy tongue resting underneath it. It felt so wet and warm. His lips were at the base of my cock, but I wasn't even at the back of his throat! I was so tense, I hadn't realized it but he was holding my hands. He moved them to my sides as his tongue explores the base of the tip of my cock. I relaxed in a shaking moan. Ari ignores me, and just sucks on my cock like a milkshake. He went up and down with his tight lips, his tongue just tasting it, experiencing it. I'm moaning softly, it was so good! He french kissed my whole cock for 5 minutes.

It got so good I was crying out in pleasure, it started to tingle, I felt myself thrusting slightly. It got more, and more intense. I never had an orgasm before, I didn't know what to expect.

Cameron: I.. I think I'm cumming!

Cameron*: Ari sped up, I didn't want it to stop.

Cameron: Stop I'm cumming! I.. uhAHHH Ha haa.

Cameron: My whole body contracted, it was blinding hot. I felt hot juices come out of my cock, he didn't let a drop escape his mouth. When it was finally over I felt exausted, he rose off it with his tight lips making me moan as my now soft wet cock fell onto my belly and I relaxed. I tried to open my eyes and look up at him, he stood up over me looking down at my body.

Ari: My turn.

Cameron*: He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and began undressing, he pulled off his shirt to reveal what was essentially a rock for a body, he jumped down to the foot of my bed and pulled off his pants to reveal his massive cock. I swear that thing was as big as my arm. He got onto the bed, standing over me on his knees.

Ari: How do you want it first.

Cameron*: I mustered all my strengthen to flip myself over, I knew that's what he wanted to do to me, but wanted it more.

Ari: Good choice.

Cameron*: He came down on top of me and moved my hands next to my head. He quickly reached over to his pants and pulled out a pocket sized bottle of anal lube, I hadn't thought of that. He dragged his cock between my butt cheeks, it was really hot, he poured some lube down my crack and all over his cock, rubbed it a little and whispered to me.

Ari: Take a deep breath, and relax.

Cameron*: I could feel my heart beat in my ass, I couldn't possibly be more relaxed than this after the blowjob he gave me. I felt his push past my cute butt to my ass hole. It rested there. He licked the other side of my face this time from my ear to my lips and then proceeded to kiss me gently. I was totally distracted by his lips when I felt a massive pressure in my butt. He pushed it in.

It hurt, it hurt so bad I jumped up and screamed while he pushed more and more in! I was tearing up, I was crying! I tried to push back, squeeze his out, anything! But it was too late, it was in, he moaned slightly and I loved it. I was crying, but I loved it.

Ari: I can't believe you took it all! It's so tight, oh my god!

Cameron*: I couldn't move, there was a giant broom stick up my ass. He rose up and grabbed my by the waist as he started humping gently. I stuttered and moaned as I felt it move around inside me. My tummy burned, my innards were shifting around. Ari was moaning softly, he was so gentle and slow. I moaned,

Cameron: Harder!

Cameron*: He sped up for a minute while I moaned louder in pleasure. He stopped and pulled it out, and sat back. He was sweating, his skin was shining in the last rays of sun. I sat on my knees facing away from him leaning forwards, supporting myself on my fists. I arched my back exposing my throbbing ass and while looking back at him I said,

Cameron: Please don't stop.

Cameron*: Ari came over and thrusts his tree trunk like cock deep into my ass. I moaned. He wrapped his arms across my chest as he grinds on me. I loved it! I loved feeling his stiff cock press up against my prostate. I loved feeling him hold me. He ran his hands down to my soft cock and up my neck. He pulled my hair back so he could kiss me. He moaned so deeply it felt like a basshead's concert.

He put me down and thrusted at me so hard I lost my balance. Again I was lying flat on my bed, this time I was stronger. I wanted to feel the thrill of controlling someone else.

Cameron: I want to ride you.

Ari: Already, you're taking this like a champ.

Cameron*: I lunged at him with whatever weight I had a got him lying on his back. I was sitting on top of him looking down at his confident eyes. They were beautiful, he was beautiful. I got so distracted I didn't notice he stuck it in before I had a chance to kiss him.

Ari: Well? What are you going to do to me?

Cameron*: It went in so much deeper when I sat up straight. I leaned back and put my hands behind me on the bed, and I started riding him. I threw my head back as I sat their bouncing on his big fat dick. He held my by my sides with his massive hands, they wrapped clear around me.

Ari: Oh god baby, I'm gonna cum!

Cameron*: He pulled me down on top of him as he sped up. It hurt, but I was use to it, or at least I thought. He got faster, and faster, I screamed. Suddenly he stopped, he grunted out in pleasure as his abs clenched up and he squeezed me closer. My butt felt so hot, I felt this warmness fill up my insides. It hurt, my cock was burning too. Turns out while he held me my cock got hard again and I came again on him. The sensations where so powerful I felt myself pass out. Right on top of him. I thought I heard him whisper "I love you", but I couldn't hear him over the sound of his beating heart. I fell asleep.

The next day I woke up still on him. That was the best sleep I ever got. I rose up on my arms and looked at him, still asleep. He felt me stur and woke up too.

Ari: Mornin' jockey.

Cameron: Jockey?

Ari: Ya know, the midgets who ride race horses professionally.

Cameron: Shut up.

Cameron*: I tried getting up but my butt was so sore. I almost fell to the ground.

Ari: Slow down cuttie!

Cameron: Ari?

Ari: Ya?

Cameron: I can't walk.

Ari: *laughs* always great to hear that.

Cameron: Fuck you, and could you carry me to the shower, I thing my cum dried up on my belly.

Ari: Sure, we'll go together.

Cameron*: Ari came over and picked me up, I wrapped myself around him like how I was when I was riding him. We walked into the shower together and he put me down. The water was already warm, what luck. My shower is pretty small, I can stand in it , but I never had another person in there with me. We barely fit. When Ari put me down I was squeezed between the wall and him. The water was flowing on us, I looked up on him, he was trying to was his hair, all of it. I looked up at him, I felt suffocated. Considering our height difference his crotch was almost as height as my breasts. I got some soap and started rubbing his abs. He was so smooth and hard, I pressed on him and he didn't move. I might have been drooling over him. I worked my way down slowly. He felt me and grabbed my head, his hands were basically covering the sides of my head. He looked at me. I felt so warm. He grabbed some shampoo and started massaging my hair. I loved it! I couldn't believe I wasn't getting hard, I just felt warm. Ari couldn't bend down to wash the rest of myself so he just lifted me, sliding me against the wall. I my entire body slid along his smooth stone abs. I put my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his hips as he carried along. I was at peace, this was perfection.

When we finished he carried me out. He put me down. I had my back to him, he put his hand on my belly and ran it up me, slowly, to my neck where he lifted my head up and kissed me. He walked straight out to the bed room to get dressed. I dried myself off and had the idea to to make him breakfast. I walked into the kitchen, naked and wet, I didn't care. I got to the kitchen, put on a cute pink apron, found some eggs bacon and various other shit and got cooking. Quite a dangerous thing to do naked. By the time I finished I had crafted a full plate of eggs, salad, french toast, and sugar covered strawberries.

*Ari walked in*

Ari: Aw you shouldn't have.

Cameron: Don't worry about me, I'm pretty full from last night.

Ari: .. Thanks.

Cameron: Oh, I wish you didn't have to go.

Ari: C'mon, you know people need me.

Cameron: What if I get another boner?

Ari: Bitch please, you won't get a boner any time soon.

Cameron: Shut up!

Ari: No seriously go-on! Try it.

Cameron*: I tried touching myself, it felt so sore! I had my hands on my crotch as if I got kicked in the nuts.

Ari: What did I tell you..

Cameron: *straining* ok, ok... You win.

Ari: I'll see you tomorrow.

Cameron: Miss you!

Cameron*: Ari left out the front door, I got to cleaning up. Then something unexpected happened. He barged back in with lust in his eyes.

Ari: I just can't stand being away from you!!!

Cameron*: Ari pinned me face up on the kitchen island. He was kissing me so hard I felt like I couldn't breath. He was holding me down by the neck, I was scared I grabbed his arm and tried to move him off. It's like, why do I bother, I know I can't control him, I'm his bitch. He got between my legs, I thought he was gonna fuck me. Was I ready, since last night. Wait, were is the lube, oh shit he's gonna fuck me raw!

Cameron: No.. stop.. wait!

Cameron*: I couldn't stop him before he pushed into me so hard. It burned, I felt my whole ass sink in. It really hurt, like real pain, not that fake hurt from last night, that was great. This felt like sitting on a thin tree. I actually screamed, like, for help. Was this rape?

Ari: Oh my god you're so tight!

Cameron: Why. Are. You. Doing. This.

Ari: *stopping* oh my god, I'm sorry, dose it hurt?

Cameron*: He pulled out. I felt my ass get dragged out with his cock. I was lying on the island breathing hard. I actually liked this pain. What the fuck is wrong with me! He wasn't raping me... but he wasn't gonna keep controlling me either. I got this evil grin on my face as I reached over for the sink and sprayed him with cold water in the face to disable him. He fell against the back wall, I could tell his cock was hurting because it's also still sore and cold water probably didn't help. I jumped down from the island and grabbed a rope I had in a drawer and managed to tie his hands behind him.

Ari: What are you doing?

Cameron: Last night you fucked my tight virgin ass to sleep. Now it's my turn.

Ari: What?

Cameron*: I went down on him. I wasn't gonna be gentle, I took the entire thing down my throat, it tasted great! He clenched hard around me. I kept going, he didn't stop on me so why should I. I deepthroated him until my face was in his crotch. He moaned. I started swallowing, trying to swallow his cock, like I was eating it. He loved it, loudly. I couldn't breath so I pulled back. I kept licking and sucking hard. I don't know how long I was down there I was do dizzy from all the skull fucking.

Ari: Ahh! Oh fuck, oh FUck. I can.... I'm gonna cum! Slow down, I'm gonna CUM!! *screams like a dying lion*

Cameron*: I took it out and let him give me a facial. There was so much! I got some in my hair, in my eye, in my mouth, my ear, every where! He was spraying like a garden hose. He was sweating and panting, from a distance it looks like he's been tortured for days. I looked up at him slapping his cock on the side of my face.

Cameron: And that's why you don't fuck me raw. Bitch.

Ari: You know what, fair enough.

Cameron*: Ari realized he was late for work, he quickly ripped the rope I tied around him off, put his sore, flaccid cock away and ran off to work. I sat on the floor covered in cum feeling good about myself. I went to show again an got ready for my afternoon shift.