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artdcnaldson · 1 year ago

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smutty patrick +art +reader request!!!! ->

smut where both patrick &y/n r dominant and are constantly competing against eachother with who makes art cum faster/moan louder LOL☺️☺️☺️ patrick is like a rougher dom and reader is softer and she keeps praising art while patrick IS SUCH A MEANIEEEEE but he also loves art too obv(and reader). UGH i love them

HEHEHEHE <3

Rating: E (18+)

Warnings: SMUT!! Threesome ft. Dom!Patrick, Soft!Dom Reader, Sub!Art, handjob, blowjob, ruined orgasm

A/N: god tier request, truly. something possessed me when I wrote this

Art Donaldson had never looked prettier than he did in that moment. The thin sheen of sweat that made his skin glisten, the pretty flush that burned pink down to his chest.

His back was pressed to your chest, your arms wrapped around him soothingly. It was the perfect angle to watch all the ways Patrick was torturing your sweet boy.

His chest was heaving as he tried to catch his breath— each exhale shuddery and rough. You pet his hair, brushing soft curls out of his eyes.

“How are you, baby?” You asked softly, teasingly. “Is Patrick being too mean?”

He shook his head, the muscles of his abdomen flexing as Patrick’s hand moved faster and faster. A strangled moan slipped past his lips, eyes squeezing shut as Patrick brought him closer and closer to the edge.

“I’m just doing what he asked,” Patrick said with a grin. The sounds of his hand was slick as it moved up and down on the blond’s cock.. “He wanted me to touch him, and I’m touching him.”

You pressed a soothing kiss to his jaw and grinned down at Patrick. The brunet was a co-conspirator in the agonizing, delicious torture you put Art’s poor body through. You were just nicer about it.

“Close,” Art whimpered, his lips spit slick and bitten pink. “I— fuck— I’m close”

Patrick smirked like the cat who got the cream, but you just ran a soothing hand over the plane of his chest, teasing his nipples, making him whine pitifully.

“Yeah, baby? You’re close, huh?” Your teeth tugged slightly at his earlobe and he moaned, loud and pretty. “Be polite and ask Patrick if you can cum.”

Patrick’s hand didn’t let up— slick and relentless. He raised an eyebrow expectantly and Art nearly sobbed.

“Please—“ was all Art could manage.

“Please, what, Donaldson? You’re a big boy, you know how to ask the right way.”

He groaned, shifting so he could squirm away from Patrick’s relentless touch. It was futile, though. Art was strong, but with your legs pinning his thighs and Patrick’s hand slung across the blond’s torso, all he could do was take it.

“Lemme cum— please let me cum,” he was practically begging, eyes shining with crocodile tears. It was so fucking cute. You wished your camera was nearby so you could’ve snapped a picture of how desperate he’d gotten.

Patrick met your gaze and smiled, like he’d just gotten the best fucking idea in the world. “Okay, baby,” he said in an unusually gentle voice. “You can cum.”

You could feel Art’s heart hammering against your palm, the surprise evident in his eyes.

“Hurry before Pat changes his mind, yeah?” You cooed in his ear. He nodded, face scrunched slightly as Patrick brought him closer and closer to finishing.

And god, Art could get loud. He had his tells here, just like in tennis. As soon as he went silent, you knew he was right on the precipice, ready to tumble over.

The second Art’s orgasm hit, Patrick moved his hand off of him completely. It was different than it usually was— Art was always messy. He’d shoot ropes of thick cum up to his chest, or his face if he was particularly backed up.

But then, he just whimpered pathetically as cum oozed out of his tip, leaving a puddle at the base of his cock. And— holy fuck— he stayed hard.

Art practically sobbed, his head lolling back against your shoulder. Tears of frustration welled in his pretty blue eyes. “What the fuck, Patrick?” He groaned pathetically.

“What the fuck did you do?” You asked with wide eyes.

Patrick sat back and shrugged, wearing a shit-eating grin. “I saw someone do it in a porn. He got to cum, he just didn’t get the good part.”

“Switch spots,” you said quickly. Patrick let you settle between Art’s thighs, eye level with his aching cock. It was red at the tip, aching for a real release.

When you wrapped a hand around him, he whimpered and squirmed in an attempt to escape the stimulation.

“You good, baby?” You asked, pressing your lips to his thigh.

Before Art could respond, Patrick sighed. “Stop babying him— he’s fine.”

You met Art’s gaze, and he gave a tiny nod. His chest was heaving as he drew breath after shaky breath.

The mess of cum surrounding his base made each slick pass of your hand sound pornographic. Almost as debauched as the whimpers and moans that were escaping Art’s lips.

“Mmm… fuck, fuck— ah!” Like a goddamn pornstar.

“Shhh… let me clean up the mess Patrick made, yeah?”

You pressed a soft kiss to his tip, and his thighs twitched with the need to buck into the warmth of your lips. Your mouth trailed down, peppering the hard length of him with wet, slow kisses. You could taste his release, salty on your tongue.

“Jesus, baby— please—“ Art, desperate and wanting, was your favorite thing in the world. Besides maybe Patrick, desperate and wanting in a completely opposite way.

“Quit whining, Art, or she’s gonna stop.” Patrick murmured in the blond’s ear. You could already see a collection of red spots on Art’s throat that would turn into bruises.

You definitely weren’t going to stop. You loved every single depraved noise you could wring out of him. You took mercy on him, easing his sensitive cock into the wet warmth of your mouth.

You’re too soft on him. He likes when you make him work for it. You could hear Patrick’s complaints already.

It didn’t matter. You liked taking care of your boy.

He pulsed against your tongue as you took him deeper, his thighs tensing where your hands rested against him. He bucked slightly, brushing the back of your throat. When you gagged around him, he made the same whimpery noise that he made on the tennis courts.

“Tell her thank you,” Patrick said in Art’s ear.

You moaned softly around Art’s length as you felt Patrick’s fingers grip onto your hair, guiding your mouth up and down, faster and faster.

“Art, I’ll make her stop. Say thank you.” Patrick’s voice was firm, no trace of any sympathy. The same way he’d bark corrections that Art needed to make when they practiced together.

“Thank you,“ Art gasped out, like it took all the effort in the world. Patrick used his free hand to rake his nails over Art’s abs, and the blond cried out and bucked into your throat. “Fuck—“

You knew he was close to finishing— still so pent up from the orgasm that Patrick had ruined for him. So sensitive that it wouldn’t take much more effort to have him spilling onto your tongue.

You pulled off slowly, jerking him off with slow, firm strokes. “You wanna cum, baby?” You asked, lips just brushing the sensitive head of his cock.

“Yes! God, need t’ cum so bad,” he cried, desperate and aching for release.

“Jesus, you’re fuckin’ greedy, Art,” Patrick goaded. The hand that was in your hair had moved to your cheek, where he stroked along your skin sweetly. “You think you deserve it?”

“Yes, you asshole,” Art groaned. Patrick laughed, a smile spreading across his lips. You raised a brow, looking at the brunet expectantly for permission. He nodded and you smiled.

“Go on, baby, I’ve got you,” you said, hand moving faster. “I won’t be mean, I’ll let you get what you need.”

He cried out as he finished, painting your tongue with thick spurts of cum. You worked him through it, taking every drop he could offer you, until the feeling of your touch became too much.

“Don’t swallow, c’mere,” Patrick said. You joined him at the top of the bed, kissing him deeply, passing Art’s cum between your mouths with slow laves of your tongues against each other.

Art whined, reaching for your faces, wanting you to include him. Patrick leaned down, kissing him deeply, so he could taste the efforts of both of your attentions. You leaned in, tongue brushing Patrick’s, and Art’s, and you felt warmth flutter in your chest.

“You’re too nice to him,” Patrick said after he pulled away. “I would’ve made him beg for it.”

thank you for readinggggg <3 this was so fun to write 😁🩵

#art donaldson x reader #patrick zweig x reader #patrick zweig x art donaldson #patrick zweig #art donaldson #challengers 2024 #challengers fanfic #challengers x reader #my writing

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tomikashii · 9 days ago

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PLS MAKE THE GHOULS REACT TO MC WORKING IN A MAID CAFE OR WEARING A MAID OUTFIT

tokyo debunker : the ghouls reacting to you wearing a maid outfit !

to anon : THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK!!! SUCH A CUTE CONCEPT !!!! hope you enjoy it hehehehe 💗💗💗 (SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG !!)

⚠️ : some are a little suggestive (?) so minors dni ! 🙏🏻

context : you as the new darkwick inspector was roped into helping professor hyde's newest suggestion for a school annual festival : a maid cafe.

how did the ghouls react ?

frostheim

jin kamurai

didn't enter the cafe but saw the post on the wickhive, posted by kaito.

eyes widen when he saw you in the maid dress, barely covering your mid thigh, with fluffy cat ears.

started daydreaming you in the maid outfit serving him in his room. (he is really taking this into consideration)

btw, he shut down the entire maid cafe and reported kaito's post multiple times (after he screenshotted it of course) so that wickhive will take it down. 🫢

tohma ishibashi

“oh my, what is this ?” he stares abit longer than usual when he saw you running around the cafe, helping out.

his mind could not stop going back to your form, wearing a maid attire with the skirt reaching your mid thighs and shoulders exposed.

berates himself internally for being indecent and starts keeping himself busy. (peep that small blush on his face) 🫣

oh and he teases you indirectly from time to time, to show that its burn and itched into his memory

lucas errant

thinks you look very cute actually, with the maid outfit on.

would want to wear matching butler outfits with you so that you wouldn't feel awkward working in the cafe.

took a photo with you too ! put it in a photo album in his room, so that he would occasionally look over at the memory. 🥹

occasionally gaze over at you when you serve people in the outfit, with a hint of blush on his face. (as long as you are in his line of vision to protect you)

kaito fuji

GOOD LORD! he fainted at the sight. nosebleed and everything. 😩

when he regained his consciousness back, he almost fainted again on how CUTE YOU LOOK!

took alot of photos of you and together. PUT IT AS HIS WALLPAPER EVEN. (#1 SUPPORTER)

tries to chase the guys away who tried to hit on you when you are running around the cafe.

vagastrom

alan mido

confused on the maid cafe concept but immediately started short circuiting when he saw you in the outfit.

how did he see ? he saw leo flaunting the photo of you infront of him and sho.

actually visited the cafe after that and says its cause he needed to meet you for something & vagastrom garage is ‘NOT SAFE FOR YOU’. (WHAT A LIAR) ☺️

was really awkward trying to talk to you in a straight face and avoided you for a few days after that because he couldn't keep that image of you in the maid outfit out of his mind.

leo kurosagi

“wow, you look stupid!~” he says as he snaps alot of photos of you in the outfit.

makes tiktok content about it (made like 5 different videos about it)

trust me, he stares back at the pictures and looked away scoffing ‘on how stupid you look’. (okay leo OKAY) 🙄

TEASES YOU SO MUCH AFTER THAT !!! he even had the audacity to treat you like a maid after that lol (you beat him up)

sho haizono

“wow senpai-” he teases. such a tease.

would sit in the cafe to tease you and order drinks from you specifically. smiles even harder when you address him as master.

after leaving, he stares at the pictures of you or with him that he took and smiles. 🤭

“so wheres the maid outfit ?” he asks, after the festival was over, making you want to punch him.

jabberwock

haru sagara

was very impressed on how it good it looks on you (he was internally thanking professor hyde)

sat down in the cafe and watched you work with peekaboo. sneakily glances at your shoulders and skirt before looking away, chuckling.

blushes a little when you greet him and called him ‘master’. MAKING YOU BLUSH TOO 😭

another one who stares at the pictures for 1000 years and actually suggested if you could wear it around the park, to attract customers. (no, its so that he can look at you.)

towa otonashi

compliments you alot actually when he saw you wearing the outfit.

gets jealous when he saw other people seeing you wear it so he decided to kidnap you to jabberwock.

cuddles you there and makes sure that he was the only one who can see you in that oufit.

takes a mental picture and keeps it in his mind forever as he cuddles you in the grass.

ren shiranami

actually caught you by chance when you were heading around the campus promoting the maid cafe. bursts out laughing and then realises how revealing it was. 🤦🏻‍♀️

encourages you to report professor hyde for harrasment and child labour.

when he realises that you did it willingly, he stops and never looks at you ever. (because he keeps staring at your shoulde— WHO SAID THAT)

couldn't keep it out of his head for awhile and mentally curses himself for being a pervert.

sinostra

taiga hoshibami

“kitty-cat becomes a maid?” he raises an eyebrow when he saw a group of sinostra students exchanging photos of the maid cafe and saw you.

actually barged in there to see you standing there, mid service, stunned with wide eyes. then he stares at your figure.

another who kidnaps you. he brought you to sinostra's casino and place you on his lap.

makes you wear another outfit next time when he plays poker again. (it was an erotic cat suit-)

romeo lucci scorpio

wasn't phased. (no he was, he just wouldn't show it infront of you)

berates you for wearing cheap maid clothing when he can provide for high quality ones.

actually angrily blushing behind you and sat down in the cafe. (because professor hyde told him to, he says)

observes you in silence, drinking the tea while watching you work. (he is taking a mental picture so that he can make you wear that in sinostra, maybe you can finally attract customers)

ritsu shinjo

actually was so shock. came to look for you and heard that you were here. didn't expect you to wear a full maid outfit.

as you sat opposite him and started discussing, his eyes trailed to your shoulders before looking away and awkwardly coughing.

says to take a picture so that he could record it as evidence. (no it was not)

occasionally glanced over at the picture, and cracking a small smile at the myster diner, making ren confused from the counter.

hotarubi

subaru kagami

compliments you alot, saying how it suits you. even sits in the cafe and giggles a little when you call him master.

don't mention the tint of red cheeks when you do so though. he is already nervous from your outfit.

took a photo together with you and treasures it alot. (he keeps staring at it AW)

there was a dark glint in his eye when he saw how some guys were hitting on you in the outfit.

haku kusanagi

“wow princess, i thought this was for me only ?” you roll your eyes.

APPRECIATES THE VIEW. he is not ashamed watching you work and staring at your entire form running around the cafe with a smirk.

smirks even harder when you called him master (bros enjoying this abit too much) literally calls you every second he can so that he can hear you call him that.

teases you after that. “what happened to haku-sama?” he will not let that go. ever.

zenji kotodama

another one who compliments you !

floats around the cafe to watch you work and keep an eye on you. (making sure that you are safe)

he is a little worried though, because your outfit is a little revealing and weird men will hit on you.

so he sends the doll after them. (imagine the doll chasing whoever down the corridor and the other staff members and customers just look in confusion).

obscuary

edward hart

found out through wickchat. smiles to himself when he saw your outfit and posing infront of the outfit with the other staff.

well, its not like he has never seen you in one before, you went on a mission with him, wearing it too.

actually starts imagining you serving him in a maid outfit. that specific maid outfit. (he bought it online.) yes, he was tempted to buy the sexy ones.

so don't be surprised when you come over, he expects you to wear the uniform and calls him master as you serve him.

rui mizuki

compliments you so many times and called you the entire dictionary of beautiful and cute.

takes pictures of your every step and would order alot from your cafe so that he can see you come to him and call him master.

dies everytime you call him that too.

“but i wore a maid outfit before with you- THIS IS DIFFERENT!” he protested when you asked him on his behaviour.

lyca colt

doesn't know what a maid cafe is so when he entered with subaru, he got the shock of his life when he saw the staff, specifically you, running around the cafe in that attire.

“WHY IS THE UNIFORM SO SHORT ? I THOUGHT IT WAS LONGER ?” he exclaims, looking at subaru for reassurance. (subaru had to explain that there were different types)

brain shortcircuted when you addressed lyca as master, almost making him pass out from stress (and embarrassment)

avoided you for a few days because his brain is filled with you in the maid outfit.

mortkranken

yuri isami

he is a victorian man who is reacting like he saw a women bare ankles for the first time. blushes furiously and claims that you were trying to seduce him ! 🗣️

question: how did he see you in that outfit ? you were helping a staff get to mortkranken because she got hot oil on her arm. (and it was pretty bad)

his cheeks were red as he tried to be nonchalant and professional, dressing the staff's wound and try not to look at you. (even sent you outside)

literally for the first time, look through wickhive to see your photos in the outfit. he forced back a smile (i guess we can say, he thinks you look pretty cute in the outfit)

jiro kirisaki

not phased. not suprised. doesn't care. he be like “oh okay 😐”. he has seen you wearing it before anyways so what's new ?

he would unconsciously stare at you for a little longer than usual. watching as your form, smaller than his run around the room.

if you are pretty close with him, he might remember the outfit for awhile and occasionally let out a soft smile.

but would think the outfit is abit impractical because its off-shoulders and theres alot of frills that can easily be stuck anywhere. (if you squint hard enough, theres slight jealousy)

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le-velo-pour-dru · 1 year ago

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red-doll-face · 5 months ago

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Heeyyy! Soooo I have a fun request idea that I totally came up with on my own with no help from anybody else, from my own mind and not some super creative person that answered my question about Arthur proposing to reader 🤣 it goes something like this:

-takes three months to work up the nerve and like another one to pick out one ring.

-chickens out at least two times bc the moment isn't right

-asks Hosea for advice 19 times (Hosea is tired)

-he's the trope where reader starts crying and he's like ohh goddd i fucked up of course you don't wanna marry my ass

-the way he would ride around for a week looking for the perfect spot to do it

-marks it on his map with a heart

-the essays he would write in his journal about this situation

-he's so cute i love him pls marry me Arthur Morgan

-awww once you say yes??

Hehehehe no pressure though!!!!! I just looooovvvveeeee this idea so much!

Yes !!! Yes of course I’ll write this!!! ❤️❤️💕💕🥰🥰😵‍💫😵‍💫😩😩As always it ended up running really long even though I didn’t even really flesh out a back story. 🥲 I’m glad you enjoyed my response ☺️☺️ I definitely had high honor Arthur Morgan in mind for this when I read it, I hope it’s ok and that you like it!!! I was so happy to see you in my inbox !!! @zae-heeyyy 💓💓💓💓💓 writing this was so cathartic and I loved the rdr1 setting so much so that I made this pre black water heist or whatever 😭🫶 from Arthur’s pov hope you like the characterization 🥹

Tags: established relationship, marriage proposals?? Arthur being a major weenie. Like huge weenie. He is soooo sooo sweet it’s almost like too much and I love love love sweet Arthur so very fluffy!!!! Pre black water !! Dutch being a jerk 😒 but cute dad Hosea moments ☺️

Arthur wants things to be perfect for you.

(High honor) Arthur Morgan x fem. Reader

Arthur knows he’s made up his mind when he’s in the tailor’s shop in Blackwater, looking like a lowdown cattle rustler among all of the fancy fabrics on the wall. He and his spurs, his boots scuffed to hell and a leather satchel slung over his chest. He’s out of place and he knows it. But he’s here to buy a new shirt.

Yesterday, he had nearly driven himself insane looking for a shirt of his that wasn’t ruined, ripped and mended, dirty, stained irreparably. None of them were good enough for what he wanted, something nice to get down on one knee and ask his girl to marry him. And so he kissed you goodbye and rode into town in search of something better. He makes an effort at pretending to be interested in any of the fancy stuff, silk and linen suits that he sure will never be fitted for him. He clears his throat as the attendant drags his eyes away from the sunday paper.

A tight lipped smile consumes the man's face. Arthur already can sense the assumptions he’s getting but he pays little mind to it. He’s getting this shirt and that's that.

“How can I help you, sir?” Obnoxious and nasally, the thin and short man's voice already gives away his air of superiority. Arthur's eyes narrow but he isn’t too irritated yet.

“Here to get a shirt.” His words are simple. The attendant raises a brow.

“Just a shirt, not… pants or shoes?” the attendant lowers the paper to scan over the rest of Arthur’s clothes. Arthur can hardly ignore the burn of insecurity.

He gives a look that conveys how quickly he is losing his patience. “Excuse me?” He can only tell his posture changed when he observes the man's attitude change, clinging to the counter between them like it would make any difference.

“No, well sir, perhaps I’ve overstepped, I apologize. What kind of-of shirts were you thinking?”

“Listen, I ain’t here to cause no trouble, just show me what you’ve got,” The attendant hurries to show him some options, tries to sell him a vest but that isn’t happening with his budget.

In the end, he picks a blue french dress shirt. Costs a real pretty penny but he wants it to be special. Because you’re special. He stuffs it away in a saddlebag after thanking the attendant, who no doubt heaves a sigh of relief after he leaves.

He’s been collecting rings. In a special bag is a collection. A few plain gold bands, some with stones set in them. They’re pretty blue and red gems, some have filigree detailing. But he still can’t find the right one.

Worse then, is that they’re rings of all different sizes which he gets from his more sordid activities. Debt collecting or train robberies. It’s all stolen goods. It feels wrong to give you something like that but when he told Dutch his intentions, he clapped him on the back and told him to look in the collection box for more rings. He nodded then but it was half hearted. Somehow that was more souring. Did he really want to give you something he took from someone else? That someone else bought for their loved one with the express purpose of giving them something to symbolize how they loved each other? His own thoughts swirl circles in his head, why he had these scruples about it, he didn’t know.

It’s riding with Hosea that he asks for advice. They’ve been working on a job in Tumbleweed, trying to con some poor fool into giving money he shouldn’t by pretending to sell land deeds. They ride all the way from the yellow grasses of Hennigan’s Stead and it’s been mostly quiet over the stretch of passing though Armadillo. Arthur decides to speak up after they pass through town. The sun is beginning to dip a bit lower in the sky but they’ll be in Tumbleweed before then.

“I been-”

“This about you n’ the girl?” Hosea already has a knowing smile and Arthur rubs the back of his neck. “I think you should do it! You two would make quite the couple, she’s a sweetheart, that girl,”

“Yeah, she-she’s… I’ve been lookin’ at rings to give ‘er,” He grips the reins before going lax, riding easily along the path. Hosea murmurs, letting Arthur continue. He guides Boadicea down the dusty road. “I don’t think I wanna give her something I got robbin’, don’t seem right,”

“Then get her something new, I don’t think she’ll mind at all. But you do what you think you should. You could probably fence all the other rings you thought about and get her something quite nice with the cash,”

“Yeah, I could do that,” why hadn't he thought of that?

“That’s a wonderful thing, getting married. Don’t be afraid to, y’know, go through with it. If you’re thinkin’ about it. Maybe, once Dutch and I find the perfect spot for the gang to settle down, we’ll build you two your own little thing on the land,”

“You that confident she’ll say yes?” Arthur has an awkward and disbelieving laugh but Hosea keeps his earnest smile.

“Why wouldn’t she? Arthur, somehow, she has gone for a man like you, you should be over the moon, you should be whistling tunes everywhere you go,”

“Like me? What's that supposed to mean?” He knows what he means. A man like him had very little to offer you, a young woman who could easily charm some other well established man into giving you a home. Leagues away from his cot and the weathered canvas he put up to give you some small amount of privacy.

“You remember what happened with that Mary woman. This time, things oughta turn out better. This one’s got no old man to chase you around with a shotgun,” Hosea figures himself very funny and laughs, ending it with a shallow cough. Arthur furrows his brows.

Of course he reminded him of his disaster with Mary. He could never escape that woman, even when he severed ties with her. But how he had wanted to, especially with you. Yes, it was true, he had loved Mary. But now he loves you. He needs you. His idea of the rest of his life always includes you, laying in bed with him, gently stroking his chest, leaving him love notes in his satchel, telling him what happened in the camp while he was gone. He always listens, always wakes up smiling with you tucked under his arm.

“I remember just fine,” he grunts,

“Good, because you’ll forget about her soon enough. Month from now, I suppose. Where are you going to tell her?”

“Where? I didn’t think we was gonna go nowhere, just tell her when I was ready to…” he hadn’t even imagined a place when he first set out to do this.

“So you wanna propose; with Uncle standing behind her, drunk off his ass in just his soiled union suit?”

“I-”

“Take her somewhere special, somewhere to make her feel special! Women like to feel special, Arthur, you know that,”

“I do?” He says, with a sarcastic edge to his voice, though he tries on his attempt at sounding uninvested.

“You should. I didn’t do that enough. I should have before, well…” Arthur nods, bowing his head a little as if in remembrance. He hopes to always have you by his side. Otherwise he would be much like Hosea: carrying a torch for a woman who passed through his life too quickly.

He starts his journey looking for something special. Special like you are. Keeps his eye out, marking potential things in his map, and makes a list in his journal. Aurora Basin maybe, a pretty lake deep in the forest but getting attacked by bears doesn’t sound romantic in any way. There are some sweeping vistas overlooking the San Luis River in Rio Bravo. He isn’t quite sure about anything though, thinking it over deeply. He just wants things to be perfect.

He’s still thinking about it when he comes back to camp, close to Lake Don Julio, sighing. Thinking much too hard obviously, he doesn’t notice that you’re sitting on his bed, biting your nail nervously until you see him first. You look worried, happy to see him but worried. You stand, hugging your arms around yourself and then placing them on your hips to make you seem more upset but you just drop them when he’s close enough.

“Hey, darlin’,” He utters, opening his arms to give you a hug but you just look up at him. He drops them, mentally kicking himself before taking his hat off and sitting down on his bed.

“Arthur, you’ve been gone three days,”

“I know,” you’re disappointed in his answer. You take a breath and a pause, looking off to the right. He stares down at his scuffed and weather worn boots. He hates to disappoint you, hates when you’re upset. It takes a lot to get you there, too. You’re a forgiving soul when he knows he doesn’t deserve forgiveness. He looks away, like a dog who knew he shouldn’t have chewed those leather boots up to bits.

“You know. I asked everyone where you were and they didn’t know,”

“Honey, I ain’t gonna leave you, I’m not-”

“You leave other men out of this, Arthur,” you already predicted he’d bring another man’s failings to make up for his own. Maybe bringing up John’s shortcomings while you’re upset is a little below the belt but it worked better in his head. He puffs some air out in a laugh. God, he just can’t seem to find the right words to say.

“Is something funny? Is how much-how much I worry funny to you?” You look like you’re gonna cry, squeezing your arms tight around yourself. Your eyes flick around, thinking of all the people watching, never any goddamn privacy in this place. You start to back up, looking for a place to hide your tears.

“No, no, I- I’m sorry, don’t go walkin’ away,” You let him pull you back. Let him tug you into his lap. You sniff and tuck into his neck. “I’m sorry,” he says at least 5 more times. His hands pet down your hair, holding you. He hadn’t wanted to come back to such a harrowing fear in the pit of his stomach, the thought of you walking off without him. He thinks himself lucky that you haven’t had enough of him and decided to leave already.

Arthur pulls you in real tight, doesn’t let up til’ you start to calm down a little. “Shouldn’t cry for me, sweet girl, bastard like me ain’t worth them tears,” he wipes a few away. Seeing you like this could make him cry if he thought about it too much, how he had let you down. His nerves almost make him tremble, the slightest shake in his fingers when he brushes them under your eyes, shiny with tears. If anyone else made you cry, he’d knock their teeth out. But what is he supposed to do when it’s him? Sickness roils around his abdomen.

“Where were you, anyway?” You shake your head at his words. “Mac and Davey said…” he perks up at that. Those boys are a terror. His face screws up in an anticipated anger. He’d be angrier with them, they’re the ones who need to see it, not you.

“What’d they say?”

“No, they were just messing with me. I don’t think it’s true,” You look away. But he knows exactly how nasty those boys can be. He gives you a look and you give him a defeated one in return. An embarrassment leaks into your words. You can’t meet his eyes, twiddling your fingers.

“They said you were at the saloon in town. They said things that aren’t true and I know it but it isn’t nice to leave me here with nothing to say about it,”

“I know, darlin’, next time, you’ll be the first to know where I’m goin’,” You nod and wrap an arm around his shoulder while he pats your back, grabs your thigh so he can pull you to sit across his lap fully.

“Are you gonna answer my question or should I take their word?” you tease and he reassures you about those boys. They’ll be hearing from him soon enough.

“I’m gonna have a word with them, don’t worry about it,” he scratches his beard. How is he supposed to say that he went riding around looking for a place to take you so he can ask you to take his sorry hand in marriage? He had already disappointed you and saying it’s a secret is a laughable idea.

“Well, I was out, uhh- huntin’?” You frown and lean away.

“Arthur, you’re an awful hunter and an awful liar,” you look really hurt. You almost stand but he pulls you back. He needs something to tell you and fast.

“I was out lookin’ for somethin’ real special to give you. It’s supposed to be a surprise…but well, I can’t keep no secrets from you, sweetheart,” You fuss a little, a wariness in your posture. You study his expression. It isn’t a complete lie, makes it a bit easier to pull off. He really does have a surprise for you. He tries to keep his face neutral, but his lips twitch up when yours do to, a small smile shining through the clouds of your emotional turmoil.

“What surprise?”

“I didn’t find it, guess a surprise, it’s gonna have to stay,” You pout and wiggle, a soft chuckle rumbling in his chest.

“Ok, but once you find it, you better take me to see it right away,” You kiss him, soft and sweet, holding his prickly jaw in one hand. He can feel how your pout gives way to a smile. The feeling of your soft lips on his is one of those things he’ll never get sick of, never get over.

“I will, promise,”

He’s found the perfect ring, really, by chance. It’s a little thing but it’s the right color, goes well with you. The rock on it isn’t very big but he saw it in a window while in town. Some big fancy jewelry store, showing off all the finer things that he never paid any mind to. Unless it was to steal it of course. But he had bought it. With money that may have been also robbed but it was from hitting a Del Lobo stash. A good deed, probably in a backwards sense.

The girls had ‘oohed’ at it, Mary-Beth had an excited tiny clap and Tilly rejoiced. Jenny nodded with a small smile.

“We’re happy for you Arthur! Oh my god, Arthur Morgan, gettin’ married…” Tilly giggles, putting her hands to her cheeks and clasping her hands in front of the skirt of her yellow dress.

Karen laughed. “Never thought I’d see the day,”

“Don’t listen to her, I mean we was hoping when we saw you two huddled up all the time,” Mary-Beth takes the ring from him, holding it closer, so that Jenny and Tilly can get a closer look.

“Hey, be careful with that,” he murmured, trying not to sound too desperate. He scratches his neck instead of snatching it back like his instinct wants him to. Evening is coming soon, purple dusk and soft coyote yipping and howling far in the distance marks the sun's descent. Meaning you’re probably finishing up whatever it is you’re doing. He hopes you don’t come around the corner at an inopportune time. Arthur turns his head this way and that.

“Where’d you get it? Looks new, ain’t scuffed to high heaven like everything else around here,” Jenny points out and the girls nod.

“Bought it in town,” playing it off doesn’t work so well.

They ‘ooh’ some more. “Fancy. Only the best for Arthur’s sweetheart,” Karen coos teasingly.

“Gimme that,” grumbling, he takes the ring back, bowing his head so they can’t see the embarrassment plain on his face. He meanders off after asking how things have been. Of course, they only give him updates about you, Karen jokes that that’s all he wants to hear about anyway. He scoffs and wishes them a good evening.

But the perfect spot is yet to be discovered. Evades him like just about nothing else. He almost gives up on the idea. He’s been taking you out, trying to get you in the almost perfect moments. Taking you out on the town in Blackwater was a good time, he bought you dinner and took you on a stroll down the cobbled streets, watching your face light up when you saw something pretty in a window, clutching his hand and pulling him in more. He almost proposed on the veranda at the Blackwater saloon. Only for a fight to break out at the poker table to interrupt.

Then he took you out to see the poppy fields in Great Plains. But he had let his anxiousness and his nerves overtake him. He had tucked the ring away. You had looked so beautiful standing among the flowers, it was perfect but he just…couldn’t. Instead, he wrote in his journal about his own cowardice. Wrote about if he should lock you to him for the rest of your life. If he’d end up leaving you a widow. Or if you were to be taken from him like Annabelle and Bessie. Leaving behind lonely men who longed for a woman gone from this world. Then he scribbled pictures of you, trying to draw the motion in your hair and in your dress and the beaming most enchanting smile he had ever seen.

Boadicea munched on the long wheat grass, waving in the wind while he kept a watchful eye on you, picking flowers in your pretty dress fluttering against the bright blue of the sky. You have a bunch of candy orange poppy flowers held together by your palms, a bright smile on your face. You walk to where he sits, leaning against the tree, next to a small broken down stone fence. Your smile falters when you see his pensive expression. You come close enough to touch. You dangle one flower above him before you tuck it into the frayed ropes banded around the crown of his hat. He lowers his head while you fuss. Smiling like a fool. You smile again too, sitting beside him. You both listen to the sound of the quiet plains, breeze in the branches above him. The shade is cool, light filters beautifully over your features, speckled like the back of a doe.

“Something has been going on with you, Arthur,” you state as pure fact, knowing him all too well. You had only really known each other a year and have only been together as a couple for six months but you knew him better than anyone else. You had let him be himself, let him just…be. He didn't need to say anything for you to understand him.

“I’ve just been… thinkin’ bout some things,”

“Really? I thought you said you weren’t very good at that,” you smile a little, nudging his shoulder. Hoping to lift his spirits with his similar brand of humor but when he hardly huffs a laugh, you frown. “Is it about you and me?”

“Yeah, in a way,” he says, unable to hide anything from you. Why should he bother? Saying no would make you more suspicious. Arthur closes his eyes and can feel the panic rising in you. He could have been better about saying it but he’s quick to deflect it away from his secret. “You happy with me?” low and grumbled, the severity makes his tone go way down.

“I don’t understand. Do I not seem happy? Arthur, I’ve never…I’ve never been happier than I am with you. You’re the kind of man any girl would be lucky to have,” You smile, leaning to face him. Softening up, your eyes track over his face.

He wanted to ask you right then and there. Tell you just how much you complete him. How lucky he was to have you, how there never was a happier time in his life. He doesn’t believe in that sentiment you have, he had failed the women in his life. But he had wanted to make a vow, to never leave you alone. It’s his own nerves that wrap tight around his hands, don’t let him reach in his satchel for the little treasure that will be your wedding ring.

“No, I just know I been gone, I don’t wanna ignore you. I just been busy,”

“You have things to do,” You sigh heavily. “I wish the other men would be as helpful as you. Sometimes, I watch Sean, Uncle, and Bill lay around all day while you’re out working. It doesn’t seem fair,” Your brows pinch in a small dissatisfaction with the idea. He smirks.

“I don’t know how much I trust Sean to get things done right. We’d probably eat nothin’ but leaded rabbit meat and whiskey if we left it up to that boy,” You giggle and nod. Happy to see him back in his joking mood.

“Arthur… You know I love you, don’t you?” God, those words make him shiver. Make his heart rattle in his chest. Could swear his insides turn about 3 times. So sweet, you look at him, hands on his thighs, leaning into his side. He opens his arm for you to tuck into, grabbing your waist to pull you close.

“Yeah, I do. Love you more,” he can feel heat flush up his neck and cheeks but he doesn’t care if he looks like a lovesick idiot. Your joy is worth it. The wind blows your hair over your shoulder, you let him sweep it back some more. Your pretty laugh when he bows over to lay you down on the grass makes him chuckle.

He’s finally found it. Montana Ford. A shallow spot in the river he discovered, looking for a short cut trying to cross from New Austin into West Elizabeth. He hated riding through the Del Lobo populated Thieves Landing, especially after they were catching on that it was Dutch and his boys robbed their stash two weeks ago. He sighed and then he veered off the road, looking for somewhere to cross. And the shaded river was perfect.

He stays there a moment, looking at the pretty grass growing alongside the water, the light glittering over the surface. The sound of the river rushing by fills his head pleasantly. You’d love it, you’d toss your boots aside and wade into the river, lifting your skirts high enough to hopefully not get wet. But you’d be wet anyway. He’d do it too, you made him feel like he was twenty despite his thirty some years on this earth.

He decides to sit and sketch it and write about you. Just how excited he was at how everything was coming together. He feels like a kid, sappy but too devoted to care very much at the small heart he puts on his map. He’s almost embarrassed of himself. Even with no one to see. He folds his map up and stuffs his journal away, whistling his horse over. With a soft word or two, he mounts up and continues on to his destination.

It's been three days since he found the spot he would take you to and he’s had a ring in his satchel that glares up at him every time he opens it to pull out a cigarette. Of course, just as everything comes together, Dutch insists he go scouting for some new venture, looking to follow a treasure hunter so they could rob him. It ends up being a whole lot of nothing from a bad tip but Dutch has a ‘nothing ventured, nothing gained’ speech to try and lick his own wounds at Arthur’s expense. Arthur rolls his eyes. Feels his hands knot into fists.

“Maybe next time, it’ll be you runnin’ all over New Austin on some wild goose chase! And I’ll give you this bullshit. Wouldn’t that be just fine, wasting your goddamn time-”

“Arthur, calm down! I don’t have time for your complaining. Where is that girl of yours? Why don’t you blow some of that steam off with her? It’s obvious to me-”

“Dutch…stop pushing the boy,” Hosea remarks from where he’s reading a book nearby. Arthur postures to continue arguing and Dutch shoots a glare before waving him off. He looks to Hosea and backs away, huffing. But before he can go for a smoke to hopefully calm himself down so he could be with you, Hosea calls him over.

“So… have you popped the question?”

“No, I ain’t got time most days,” He sighs in defeat, dropping his weight on the seat next to him, resting on his knees, leaned over. He takes his hat off to adjust his hair before putting it back on. He hadn’t seen you in another two days on account of this stupid ploy to rob a treasure hunter who didn’t know left from right and east from west. What an idiot. But not nearly as foolish as he.

“Tomorrow, I’ll tell Dutch to leave you out of these plots of his. I’ll even tell Miss Grimshaw that she’ll be gone. Take her and ride away for a couple of days. I hope to see a ring on her finger when you get back. In fact, I’ll be expecting it!” Hosea has a smile on his face, the excitement is genuine. Arthur nods.

“And what if she says no?”

“Well you keep at it. Perhaps a little persistence is all you need but why do you insist on imagining the worst?” It’s as if after asking, he considers why Arthur might not want to change things irreparably, might have already put his heart on the line and had it thrown away before.

“Arthur, the sting of rejection must be pretty…pretty lamentable. But you wouldn’t be trying this hard if you really thought you didn’t have a good chance,” Hosea sets his book down. “Go get some rest… leave first thing in the morning,” Hosea pats Arthur lightly on his shoulder. Arthur looks up as Hosea wanders in the direction of his tent.

His heart does yearn to see you at his side, wearing his ring on your finger. To hear you referred to as Mrs. Morgan. But all he can see is an incredulous look on your face. ‘Marry? Me? Arthur, you must be joking,’ you laugh and laugh. You’d never be so cruel but whatever part of him hates his own guts imagines the scenarios with great fervor. The anger from the rest of his day and the anger at himself grit against each other. He growls low before marching off to his tent.

You’re already inside, looking very lovely, one of his mended shirts serving as something of a robe to wear over your underthings. You look up and smile. He could forget the whole world just by looking at you. You hum, scooting over in bed.

“Arthur…” the way you call his name, you hardly need to give him any pet names, just Arthur will do.

“Come out with me tomorrow. First thing in the morning,” He states. More like a command, the residual anger drips off his words. You look at him strangely.

“Alright but I’d like to know what all of this is about first,” You set whatever you were working on, perhaps brushing your hair as you set a horsehair brush aside. You give him a concerned look.

“Found that surprise,” he grumbles, sitting down and tugging his boots off. “Hope you’ll like it but…” he stops to tug his gun belt off, his suspenders too. Arthur rests his hat gently on the side table. “Can’t be too sure til I show it to ya,” You smile softly.

“I think if you think I like it, I’ll love it,” God, he hopes so. Anticipation bounces around in his head and in his lungs. He’s practically short of breath. How he’s going to sleep, he has no idea.

“Yeah?” you hum in agreement. Looking sleepy, he’s endeared by how your eyes blink slowly, how you wiggle onto his chest the second he lays down. Your hands rub down his chest and belly. You’re asleep in a matter of minutes. He almost wishes he had you for company still but he’d never wake you for something so selfish. Instead, he pets down your hair and listens to your breathing, the natural hush that covers the camp once it’s too late for much of anything but small chatter.

Like clockwork, he wakes early. He can’t remember falling asleep but you're softly murmuring, you won’t wake unless he expressly wakes you. He gives himself time to put on that shirt he bought and rub his hand over his face at how nervous and silly he feels buttoning it up. He pulls a jacket over it to hopefully hide how ridiculous he looks. The morning is a pale blue when he steps out, thinking to bring you coffee to wake you.

You dress, half asleep, when he comes back to you, humming into the cup he brought you. You wear something nice but not overstated. You put kisses on him to wish him a good morning after you’ve decided you’re cleaned up enough.

He helps you up on his horse, Boadicea already very used to you. The ride isn’t too bad and you certainly make it better, he’s quiet with nerves, responding as much as he can without getting lost in his thoughts. The sun has climbed up and blazed down on you for a while by the time you get there. But your face when you see his surprise is too precious, eager to slip off the back of his horse.

“Arthur, it’s so beautiful!” The summer sun is high in the sky, perfect for your plans as you tug your boots off. He ambles after you, hitching his horse to a tree. You’re already sighing and knee deep in the center of the river. Your stockings lay haphazardly tossed over your boots. You’re some fabled creature, come from somewhere else. He could see it. No woman shined like you did, at least not how he saw things.

Just like he imagined, he rolls his pants up and tosses his boots aside, the spurs jingle when they hit the ground. The light catches the river’s surface, shades of yellow and green, the earth's gentle brown. You’re excited to see him join you, taking his hand that he holds out to you, pressed to his belly and chest, just where you belong.

“You like it, sweetheart?” He mumbles, really fishing for compliments. He knows you do but he’d love to hear you say it.

“I love it, Arthur, how could you say I wouldn’t? Sometimes, you’re a silly man,” you laugh, sway with him in the river. Birds sing, the water is cool, it’s perfect. He pulls you up to a shallower part of the ford, the sun forms a halo around you, reminds him you’re pure heaven and he couldn’t let you go.

“I have something else for you,” his voice is shaky instead of the easy confidence he likes to portray himself as. You look up excitedly but the dazzling smile slips off your face, you're shocked as he pulls a ring from his satchel and kneels down in the river.

“I-uhhh…I-“ he had really planned all of this and didn’t think of a single word to say. He can't bear to look up, he’s sure he’ll lose his nerve. “I haven’t loved…anyone like I love you,” the ring looks tiny and pathetic in his fingers. They’re also calloused to hell but he continues anyway. “There ain’t anyone else for me in this world but you. I just wish I was a better man, you deserve more than I can give but… if you would have me,” he looks up and your hands cover your mouth and tears leak over your fingers.

He really had ruined everything, hadn’t he? How was he supposed to go on living with you? What would he tell Hosea? His face falls and his heart cracks but he’d be glad to take you back home and disappear for a few days.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, don’t know what I thought,”

“Arthur, just please…” you hold out your left hand. You wipe your tears, trying to compose yourself and when he sees your smile, your hand over your right cheek, he lets himself ease. “Nothing would make me happier than to be- to be your wife, Arthur, you are…you’re the best man I know,” you wiggle your fingers excitedly and he slips the ring over your ring finger. He stays stunned, kneeled in the water, his pants soaking it all up but he couldn’t care less.

The ring looks so perfect on you. He holds your hand, kissing it like a knight of old, looking at him down on his knee, still crying but that brightness in your eyes is all he needs. Your giggle makes him smile at you too. And you drop to embrace him, tucking into his chest, arms around his neck. You murmur his name, rub his back. Tangle your fingers in his hair. He settles with you, surrounded by your unmistakable presence, basking in it. Holds you tighter, trying to not squeeze the air out of you. He breathes you in, holding you through your overwhelmed clinging, wiping your tears on his shoulder.

You pull back a little, enough to kiss him, his relief is groaned into your mouth. He loses track of himself and slips, sitting in a river with you in his arms, giggling more into his kiss.

You sit with him on the banks, trying to dry out after he tipped over. So much for his fancy shirt. He thinks the both of you will look half drowned by the time he brings you back to camp but he isn’t sure he wants to go back. Just you and him for a few days sounds rather enticing. You keep looking at your ring, leaned into his shoulder. A pleased little smile blooms over your face. How can he not smile at how beautiful you look, hair wet at the ends, warm light casting its glow over you.

You look up at him, with a look that says you’re gonna cry again but you just give him a teary smile.

“I’m a lucky bastard, get to call you mine,” You wrap one tiny hand over his neck when you kiss him slow and deep, letting him consume the very air in your lungs, grip over your body to feel it. You moan just softly enough to pull on his need for you. But you part ways for you to continue.

“Did you really think I’d say no?” you give him a sad frown. As if upset that he would think such a thing of you. You brush your fingers against his skin. He looks away.

“You wouldn’t have been the first,” you sigh.

“Who could say no to Arthur Morgan?” You ask no one in particular but he huffs a small laugh.

“Many people,” a joking tone tinges his words. But then he dips towards the sentimental. “Don’t even remember, really, all I think about is you, darlin’…” You laugh before coming closer, unable and unwilling to part from him. He knows he’s a hundred and one percent sap but he lets himself melt in your presence.

“Well, it certainly wasn’t me,” you wiggle your left hand in his face. He chuckles a little at your cute little fingers. “I’m glad…it means I get you all to myself,” The joy is boundless in his chest, he could light the night like a lightning bug with the flame in his heart.

“Arthur, I… I… sometimes I don’t have the words to tell you how much I love you,” you lean onto him. He shakes his head with what he’s sure looks like a stupid grin on his face. He wasn’t sure this would be in the cards for him but here he is, with you.

“Every part of me loves you, honey,” is all he has to say, paling in comparison to the pure power of your own words over him. They tumble clumsily from his mouth but you pull him down for kisses anyway. Your teasing ‘do you?’ has him nodding between your giggles and wet kisses.

Thank you so much for leaving me this request, I loved writing it!! It was so much fun and I really had fun including some parts of rdr1 map that were really special to me and brought me back to when I was a kid playing that game 🥹🥹🥹🥲🥲🥲❤️❤️❤️ any feedback is appreciated and thanks for reading 🥰🫶

#red writes #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan #rdr2 x reader #arthur morgan x you #red dead redemption 2 x reader #high honor arthur morgan #high honor arthur morgan x reader #x reader #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x fem reader

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etanow · 11 months ago

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Do you have any showtime monster labs headcanons? 👉🏻👈🏻☺️

OH BOY DO I HEHEHEHE

Caine was the last to realize Pomni was in his residency (He was,, otherwise preoccupied), and was absolutely flabbergasted that Jax did such a thing as raising the dead. Caine has a strict policy on not letting humans(dead or alive) that far down in the C&A facility unaccompanied considering how many monsters reside there.It was one of the few times anyone had seen him properly upset at something Jax had done. Pomni was rightfully freaked the fuck out at a giant pair of floating teeth and eyes saying he's a long-forgotten God, needless to say, their first introductions were confusing on both ends LOL

Understandably, Pomni has a LOT of issues with herself appearance-wise. She avoided mirrors for weeks, and tried her best to keep distant from the others. Caine didn't walk on eggshells around her like the others did as she adjusted and that was something she appreciated, at least provided a little sense of normalcy. He was easy to talk to and remembered EVERY little detail.

Caine can change his form at will, but Pomni prefers his big ol' toothy head because he said he was most comfortable appearing that way.

Everyone has their own unique smells; Zooble smells like brimstone, musk, and campfire, Jax always smells like hand sanitizer and chemicals that make your nose burn, Kinger like old earth and soil, Ragatha smells comforting like your favorite old plushie, and Gangle didn't have much but she liked occasionally putting perfume on her ribbons. But Pomni always has a hint of the smell of death following her. She tried Gangle's perfumes and all sorts of scented soaps but nothing could truly mask or make it go away. It was only when Caine gifted her a bouquet of flowers that the smell was almost forgotten. Hell, maybe the plague doctors with their floral and herb-filled masks were on to something. Since then, Caine often surprised Pomni with fresh flowers, herbs, and plants to the point of her shelves overflowing with vases and pots of flowers in all states. Eventually, she gets to pressing flowers between books as a memento for every flower he's given her.

Pomni sometimes needs blood transfusions as her body doesn't make blood anymore but still needs it- she hates needles. Caine and Ragatha alternate sitting with her during it since it can take a few hours at a time and distract her with books or idle chatter until it's done. Caine is an amazing storyteller, he's existed a long time as both a noncorporeal and corporeal being and has countless stories of battles and moments long lost to time. He hasn't really had anyone to share these stories with, and the only other being who was around during all of it, well he doesn't get the chance to talk with him much these days...

Ragatha and Pomni got together first, they spent a lot more time together in the beginning since Caine only popped in once or twice a week usually. He started hanging around longer after a while and I'm getting sidetracked now I'm just imagining Pomni bursting into Ragatha's room sobbing with a "I'M SO SORRY I JUST KISSED CAINE PLEASE FORGIVE ME-" And Ragatha doesn't miss a beat, totally unphased and unbothered, "Ooh nice! Was he any good?" And Pomni's just standing there like "Wait What"

They are all very bad at communication lmao but they're TRYING THEIR BEST OKAY

Caine is not used to the concept of resting, meanwhile, pretty much all Pomni does in her free time most days is nap or laze around- it took Caine a while to not see it as a waste of time and now loves it when Pomni rests her head in his lap. He likes playing with her hair and watching her sleep peacefully.

Pomni keeps her gloves on often because she doesn't like the sight of her skeletal fingers but absolutely MELTS with palm and backhand kisses.

Caine is very touchy-feely, he rubs backs when talking idly or loops arms together, floats a little closer, and matches their pace when walking together (even imitates walking itself with little bobs in time with whoever he's walking with). On some bad joint days, Pomni has a bit of a limp from her exposed bone leg and Pomni finds it absolutely hilarious when Caine unintentionally matches that movement.

Pomni misses facebook memes a lot :(

#lab asks #ask box stuff #showtime #tadc #the amazing digital circus #monster labs au #tadc monster labs au #tadc pomni #tadc Caine #caine x pomni #pomni #Caine

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fresastar · 4 months ago

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our AC!Sun Wukong being tortured and manipulated from heaven🥺🙁

I will say is that this is not over with our angel being traumatized or beaten up by heaven, our angel will be marked from heaven and leave a collar for heaven to own him, he is never safe from anywhere he has lived for, but one day his savior, his warrior will save him…..for about 500 years or more……he is a fallen angel that is from heaven that has no freedom and will….

Hehehehe, I am an evil person for making Wukong have more angst then anybody else☺️😈

if anybody wants, you can all give him a hug and tea of peaches for him to calm down while I get some idea to draw his backstory.

And yes that was his backstory😃

#shadowpeach #angel #lmk au art #lmk sun wukong #ac!sun wukong #my artwork

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sc0mn · 3 months ago

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HEHEHEHE okay so this is kinda my own take on the swapwash AU and ft my ocs and my best friend ☺️☺️ I can't lie I had such a struggle with Curlys face I just focused on his phat ass 🙏

#captain curly #anya mouthwashing #mouthwashing #jimmy mouthwashing #swansea mouthwashing #anya musume #daisuke mouthwashing #ocs #boop #silly little guys #Swapwashing #my art

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passionwillow · 5 months ago

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#20 for the number asks and Tony 🥵

Hehehehe ☺️

“Tony, fuck-“ you groaned out as the man smirked above you. His shit eating grin made you want to smack him, but the way his fingers were curling and pumping was mind blowing.

“What was that, baby? Need me to stop?” He cocked his head as you arched off the bed, his face inches from yours as you whined.

“No, no, please,” you gasped out, and his chuckle made you shiver as his thumb brushed your clit.

“Good. Didn’t plan on it.”

#ncis x reader #ncis #tony dinozzo x plus sized reader #tony dinozzo x reader #tony dinozzo #anthony dinozzo

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le-velo-pour-dru · 2 years ago

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Did you know I would do anything for you no questions asked 🥰❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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fligniuz · 3 months ago

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Thinking about Luigi folding you over his legs and spanking you. You squirm in his grasp and he grabs the back of your hair to steady you. “Take your punishment baby,” he whispers in your ear as he lands a sharp blow against your ass 😩

hehehehe….hehehehehehe….

making you apologize after each one? ORRRR him telling U which misbehavior every spank is for?? you have to learn, after all…

“this is for talking back” “this is for not listening” “this is for whining” etc etc etc

maybe with his sleeves rolled up☺️

#flig’s thoughts #luigi mangione x reader

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shouchan11 · 4 days ago

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🌳 MW crew plays with you on the playground! 🛝

"It's a beautiful day outside, why don't we go to the park, little one?"

Features: Curly x Reader, Anya x Reader, Daisuke x Reader, Jimmy x Reader

Tags: Fluff, Age Regressor/Child Reader, Female Reader, No CG names used

Curly would push you on the swings! If you're scared of heights he would never push you too high, but if you're an adventurous kid he would have a blast seeing how high you can go!

Curly

He would catch you as you get off the slide and spin you around in his strong arms ♡

If it's your first time on the monkey bars, he holds you as you cross so u dont fall ! >.< and he encourages you the whole time! Even if you can't do it, he'll ruffle your hair and tell you what a good try that was!

Curly kisses your booboos before shaking you off so you can get back to playing! But he always stops you to tie your shoes for you so you don't trip!

It's so much fun to sneak up on him and go “TAG you're it!” He just can't seem to catch you, you're just too fast! (Maybe he lets you win at some of your games... hehehe)

Jimmy

Jimmy loves playing with you! Albeit in his own way... For example, yeah, he'll play seesaw with you! But then he pretends he can't hear you when you wanna get back down!!! He’s so silly... (You know that one episode of Bluey? It's like that!)

He feeds duckies with you and makes up silly names for them just to make you giggle..!

Sometimes he has too much fun, like when he makes you go too fast on the merry go round til you cry..! Wahh!!

It's okay though, he'll give you a piggy back ride to make up for it hehehehe

If you lost your ball/kite in a tree he would climb it to get it for you! He tells you if you lose it again, it's gone (If you look at him sad enough he will climb that tree again so fast-)

Anya

Anya would set up a pretty picnic for you both! You could even wear matching dresses ☺️

She's really good at playing playground games, like jump rope and hopskotch! You don't have to ask her twice to play with you!

Speaking of hopskotch, imagine drawing chalk with Anya! You could draw such a pretty picture together! She'd tell you what a good little artist you are! (And she makes you giggle, all she knows how to draw is stick people XD)

Scavenger hunt..! She would even bring educational activities! How about doing a little nature scavenger hunt? Try finding different kind of flowers and drawing the different animals you see! She would hang your drawings on the fridge when you get home ^w^

She always brings cute bandaids in case you have a booboo! They have your favorite characters or cute designs on them, so they work better (Even more with a kiss or two from her!!)

Daisuke

TAG YOU’RE IT! Daisuke is almost as energetic as you are!

He lets you play as rowdy or as gentle as you want so long as he can chase you... Just watch out for the tickle monster!!!

He will slide down the slide with you, hold on tight! Then he'll race you back to the top!

He will encourage you to do anything you’re too scared to do, probably by doing it himself first (and probably getting hurt in the process lol.. Just shake it off!)

Oh and def wants to play sports/catch with you!!! He'll take it easy on you and teach you everything you need to learn to play if you aren't an athletic kid yourself. He'll cheer every time you make a goal or do well!

I hope you enjoyed reading! What would you want to do at the park? :) Leave a reply or put it in the tags! ♡

#mouthwashing agere #mouthwashing x reader #mouthwashing #mouthwashing imagines #mw #mine #my fics 🧸

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one-boring-person · 14 days ago

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Hiiiii me again 🙈 because your last Ollie fic was so incredible I hope you don’t mind if I ask for another! I would love a jealous Ollie smut fic please hehehehe 🤭🤭 thank you for always being amazing!!

I hope you enjoy this! 😁 I'm worried it's a bit out of character 😭😭 thank you for requesting!!☺️💛💛💛

It's Stupid.

Ollie Plimsolls (TLOG) x f!reader

Warnings: smut, nsfw, rough sex, wall sex, public sex, unprotected, fingering, grinding, biting, swearing, smoking

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Tag list: @pleione-sketch , @justanothercomedynerd ☺️💛

Like this? Feel free to send a request! 😁💛

Dave's hand has barely touched my shoulder before another grip has appeared on my wrist, jerking me away. Confused, I turn around, cut-off mid sentence, only to see a flash of blonde hair as I'm pulled harshly away from the man I'm speaking to.

‘What the fuck?!’ I exclaim, trying to pull back so I can continue my conversation.

Dave calls after us, stepping briefly forwards before Phil intercepts, watching as their friend yanks me from the room. I shoot them an apologetic look, shrugging at Dave's questioning frown. Phil just looks somewhat resigned.

‘Ollie, what are you doing?’ I try again, questioning the young man holding onto me.

He doesn't say anything, dragging me behind him until we reach our shared hotel room. Ollie barely stops as he roughly opens the door, shoving me in and closing it behind us. Before I can round on him in irritation, he's pressed me up against the wall.

I open my mouth to speak, only to find his crashing into mine, capturing my lips in a harsh, wet kiss. My eyes fly open in shock, this new brashness completely unexpected. He makes a sound deep in the back of his throat, pinning my wrists to the wall by my head, his body slotted against mine so I can feel every inch of him against me. His tongue slides over my lip, waiting impatiently for me to open up to him. Unable to help myself, I let him in, moaning as he instantly starts exploring, kissing me so possessively I'm surprised my knees haven't buckled yet.

Through the dizzying need starting to form in my mind, I can't help but wonder what the hell is going on. Ollie never kisses like this, nor has he ever been so quiet for so long - not unless he's stropping, which he may very well be, though even then he usually has something biting to say. I don't get a lot of time to think about it as he suddenly pushes his thigh between my legs, applying pressure in just the right way so that my mind goes momentarily blank.

The blonde pulls back from my lips, moving to bite and kiss at my neck. He's leaving marks all over me, in places anyone can see. Usually it'd annoy me, but at this moment I can't help the flush of heat washing through me at the way he's laying claim to me.

I only realise he's started grinding against me when I feel a particular hardness rubbing against my hip. Instinctively, I tighten my thighs around his and drag my clothed crotch over his leg, sighing at the pleasure starting to sing through me. His grip tightens on my wrists, mouth moving more insistently over my neck as he presses me harder into the wall. Briefly, he looks up at me, blue eyes nearly black in arousal.

‘Keep your hand where it is,’ He practically growls, voice uncharacteristically laced with dominance, though there's an edge to it I'm more familiar with.

Wide-eyed and somewhat confused, I keep my arm where it is as he slides his palm down between us. Without any ceremony, Ollie shoves his hand under my waistband and down over my underwear-clad cunt. The sudden warmth and pressure from his hand has my eyes rolling into my head, my pelvis rocking down instinctively into his touch. His fingers drag over my panties, rubbing at my clit through the fabric as he works me into a pleading state, moans falling from my mouth. I can feel my wetness starting to soak through onto his skin, something he seems to notice.

The blonde is frowning in concentration, watching where his wrist disappears under my trousers. Once again, I go to question him, cutting myself off with a long, desperate moan as he suddenly slips beneath my underwear. Pleasure like a bolt of lightning spikes through me at the raw feeling of his fingers locating my clit and circling it deftly. By now, he knows just how to have me gasping and whimpering under his touch, though by now he'd usually have checked if I'm alright. This time, he plays with my soaked cunt skillfully, barely sparing me a glance as he works me up to a steadily approaching orgasm.

Ollie plunges a finger into me, crooking it instantly to tap directly against my sweet spot. I gasp and arch into him, feeling as his hips jerk into me. He's rock-hard in his trousers, straining to be released. I keep my hands where he wants them, one still pinned in place by his, but I'm desperate to touch him, wishing I could wrap my fingers around his aching cock and jerk him off to completion. Instead, I try to move against him, triumph flooding through me as he bites back a groan and grinds harder against me.

He adds a second finger, pumping the digits relentlessly into me. My cunt clenches around him, throbbing at the way he's fucking me with his hand. At this point, though, I want more.

‘Ollie…please fuck me…please, I need you…’ I pant, biting my lip.

His eyes meet mine and I almost quiver under the fierce possessiveness burning in them. It's like a fire has been lit in his gaze, consuming me with each second he spends staring at me.

‘Oh, you need me now?’ He bites back, thrusting his hand faster, ‘Am I the only one who makes you feel like this?’

His words are odd, entirely uncharacteristic. I look at him strangely, cocking my head until he twists his fingers inside me and massages my g-spot, sending sparks flying through me.

‘Yes, Ollie! Please, I need you to fuck me!’

I barely register what's going on as he releases me to pull my trousers and underwear down, unbuckling his own to get his twitching cock out. Using the hidden strength he hides under his baggy clothes, he grips me under my thighs and lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist, his hands on my arse. In a flash, he's breaching my hole, sliding relentlessly into my dripping cunt. I bite my lip to hold back a whine, throwing my head back as I feel him inch deeper and deeper into my body, my cunt swallowing him as if he belongs inside me. Once he's fully sheathed within me, he gives me a few seconds to adjust, breathing heavily, his face pressed into my neck.

Slowly, he starts thrusting. It's awkward at first, the blonde straining a little under my weight as he fucks up into me, but eventually he finds a way to support me on the wall a little. Using his new leverage, he starts thrusting into me wildly, taking up a fast, hard pace. He's never fucked me like this, especially not in such a public space, but I push the uncertainties to the back of my mind, enjoying the brutal onslaught of pleasure warring in my mind.

Roughly, he fucks me into the wall, pounding my cunt like it's the last time he'll ever feel me around him. Every breath he takes is ragged, his glasses falling down his nose with the vigour of his thrusts. At some point, carrying me becomes too much and he places me back on my feet, hiking one of my legs up around his hips to give him some more access. It gives him a whole new angle to shove his cock into me at, both of us moaning as he slides in deeper. His mouth fastens to my neck, sucking yet more marks into me, biting and kissing at any bare skin he can reach. He grunts into my skin and it takes me a moment to recognise what he's saying:

‘You're mine, all mine,’ He pants, as if he's reassuring himself.

It makes me clench around him, and I lift my hands to cup his face. He meets my gaze, his eyes softening a little as he sees my breathless smile.

‘I'm all yours, Ollie,’ I lean in and kiss him, ‘Forever.’

Something switches inside him, and he starts fucking me deeper, his thrusts faltering. I recognise the pattern easily: he's close.

His hand appears at my cunt, messily massaging my clit in time with his stuttering hips. A pathetic moan pulls from deep inside me and I feel my own climax starting to near, a pressure building and building relentlessly inside my abdomen.

‘Cum with me,’ Ollie gasps out, ‘Please…’

The pressure bursts, blinding pleasure washing through me as my cunt turns vice-like around his cock. He spasms, spilling a hot load into me with a broken cry. Through the ecstasy, he continues rolling his hips, pulling out once his moans have turned somewhat pained. I whimper a little at the feeling of his cum dripping from my fluttering hole.

When he pulls away, a deep blush is dusted all over his face. His hair is a mess, glasses askew, lips red and bitten. He can't look me in the eye.

‘I-I'm sorry,’ He murmurs, helping me redress myself as he does the same to himself.

I give him a look.

‘What was that all about?’ I ask him carefully, reaching into my pocket for a cigarette, ‘I mean, it was fucking brilliant but very unlike you.’

Ollie takes the cigarette I'm offering, lighting it before looking away, head hanging a little.

‘It's stupid.’

I take a drag, still watching him.

‘What is?’

He shakes his head, smoking quietly.

‘Come on, Ollie. I can't help you if you don't tell me what's up,’ I press him, moving so I'm stood in his eyeline, ‘What was all that about?’

He sighs, but looks up at me, ‘I just…I've seen you and Dave hanging out. You're so close, and he's always got his hands on you…I just-’

He cuts himself off, grimacing.

‘It's stupid, really.’

I frown, fighting the urge to roll my eyes.

‘Are you worried I'm going to go off with Dave?!’ I enquire, trying to keep the exasperation from my voice.

‘See, I told you it's stupid,’ He mutters, face going red again.

This time it's my turn to sigh. I flick the cigarette to the floor, stamping it out before moving forwards and putting my hands on his shoulders.

‘It is stupid Ollie, because I'd never go off with Dave. I love you, not him. He's like a brother to me, I'd never do anything like that! And I'd never look at another man so long as you're in my life!’ I reassure him, watching as his jaw clenches, ‘It's true, Ollie. You're my entire life.’

His azure eyes meet mine.

‘Really?’

‘Really. So stop being pissy with Dave, and Phil for that matter, and let's go back in.’

He nods, crushing his own cigarette under his shoe before enveloping me in a hug, pressing a kiss to my lips.

When he pulls away, he's got a sheepish look on his face.

‘What?’ I question, brow furrowed.

‘Er, you might want to put a scarf on or something…’ He rubs the back of his neck, grinning bashfully.

I frown for a second, only to realise what he means seconds later.

‘Oh, for fuck's sake!’

#break writes #writing #reece shearsmith #smut #tlog #the league of gentlemen #the league of gentlemen fanfic #tlog fanfic #ollie plimsolls #ollie plimsolls x reader #ollie plimsolls x reader smut #ollie plimsolls smut

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