#eagle flies x reader

[tempting-andromeda]

More nsfw headcanons because I can

Warning: NSFW, choking?, bondage, pinning, power play, crying, marks?, knife play, temperature play, drunk sex, humiliation, hair pulling, idk what else

Characters

Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch Van Der Linde, Charles Smith, Javier Escuella, Sean MacGuire, Lenny Summers, Kieran Duffy, Micah Bell, Eagle flies

Send in requests if you want to see specific characters or if you want me to add characters to the list !

Arthur Morgan

He has a thing for shoving his fingers on your mouth. It’s like a good way to rile him up. If you kiss his fingers and slowly put one in your mouth he watches you in awe.

Insists he doesn’t want you to go down on him but when you do he lets out the most animalistic moans and says the dirtiest shit ever

Whenever you moan sometimes he’ll respond with “yeah?” In the most seductive voice

He likes when you wear his clothing while you ride. Like wearing his signature blue shirt or his cowboy hat??? Drives him absolutely wild

Sometimes he tries to humor you by being submissive but after a while he takes control and uses your own words against you. He’s a huge tease about it

John Marston

Cannot stay still for the life of him. If you tie his hands down he’s using his hips. He refuses to stay still and it becomes a yoi problem once he’s free

He grabs everything. Thighs, ass, chest, sheets. He always has a handful of something whenever y’all are fucking.

Whenever he’s in control he likes to copy your moans and cries. He’ll be like “yeah? Yeah? What ya screaming my name for?” While he pounds into you

He’s the worst at serious sex. He always says something weird or awkward during it like “you want the marston special?” And if you bring it up he’ll be so bratty about it

Likes to pin you down. Even if he’s not being rough. He’ll hold your hips down or hands down while he kisses your neck.

Dutch Van Der Linde

He draws out everything. Like he’ll sit between your legs running a finger up and down your thighs while you beg and he’ll just whisper dirty things in your ear

kinda likes when you disobey him and he gets to spank you to make you “good” it riles him up so much

Sometimes he doesn’t do any work and he’ll just make you sit on his lap and ride him. Like he touches you but he won’t move his hips because he likes how desperate you get for him to take over.

Eye contact is a must. He’ll place soft bites on your wrist and ankles while making eye contact the whole time.

He likes to make you cry. Not the type of crying from when he’s mean but he likes when you get so overstimulated you cry.

Charles Smith

Loves to be the one to undress you. If you’re taking of your shirt he’s hands are quick to replace it and he insist he does it instead.

He cannot do quickies. He has to have you for over an hour and he makes sure it’s worth it.

Absolutely worships you. He can spend an hour just kissing you. It’s the worst and the best at the same time.

He likes when you leave marks on him. Like scratch marks, indents from your nails, bite marks, hickeys. It makes him feel so proud and he can’t take his mind off you when he sees them.

Likes to indulge in your kinks. he’s probably not the kinkiest but if you ask him to try out something he’s willing to and he usually does his best.

Javier Escuella

He likes to tell you what to do. He’ll tell you to flip over or to spread your legs and every time you obey him he gets even more turned on.

Loves to tease. He’ll tease you for hours, gently rubbing your thighs while you sit by the campfire, letting you sit in his lap while he lets you feel him harden under you, roughly grabs your hips while he slides behind you

Even though he likes to tell you what to do he loves when you tell him where to cum. He gets so eager.

He loves to stay in you after he finishes. Even if you asked him to finish somewhere else he’ll push himself back into you just to feel you.

Idk why I feel like he’s into temperature play. Like letting his knife get warm over a candle and then dragging the flat side over your skin.

Sean MacGuire

If you initiate intimacy he’s crumbling. He has the most active sex drive ever. Seeing you exist is a turn on for him so if you initiate it hes drooling over you.

Once he spilt his drink on you while y’all snuck off to have a quickie at a bar and now he’s addicted to drinking whiskey off of your skin.

He’s either real slow with foreplay, spreading your legs and putting you on full display for him or he’s super eager, bitting and pulling your clothes off.

He whines when y’all fuck but he refuses to admit that. He always says he groans like a man but in the moment he whimpers and whines in your ear.

Sometimes when he’s too excited he cums too fast and continues like it never happened. Like he’ll take a moment to catch his breath and then he’s back at it.

Lenny Summers

It’s rare he’s rough but sometimes he’s asks if he can “let loose” with you and it’s rough. His hands are gripping onto you and he’s just growling and grunting

Constantly pushes your hair out of your face to see you because he likes seeing your reactions. It gives him a huge confidence boost.

He likes for sex to be slow and sensual to make it more intimate but sometimes he gets too into it and he’ll press gentle kisses to the shell of your ear while he says stuff like “I promise next time I’ll be gentle”

His favorite position is missionary. It’s nearly impossible for him to stay in any other for long. Y’all can start with like cowgirl or doggy but as soon as he gets into it he flips you into missionary.

Sometimes he’ll beg but he always begs for something you’re already doing or he’ll just beg for you not to stop.

Kieran Duffy

His chest is so sensitive. If you even place your hands on his chest to brace yourself or just to pat his chest casually he’s holding back a whimper.

Gets so embarrassed when he’s turned on he doesn’t try to initiate it like others do he just slowly grinds himself against you.

He loves to bite the back of your neck when he’s behind you. He’ll slide his arms over your chest or waist and kinda nuzzle himself against your neck and just slowly bite your neck

Sometimes he doesn’t even take his pants off completely he’s so eager to have you. Like he’s able to pull himself out of his pants but they’re barely half way down his thighs (you usually have to take them all the way off)

He can barely make out anything when y’all are intimate. He’s just a whining mess. If he even gets anything out it’s probably him begging for something

Micah Bell

He LOVES embarrassing you. Like he’ll cover you in hickeys or not properly clean you up and make you walk around camp.

He makes you give him head while he’s busy. He likes the idea of you being a personal toy for him.

Doesn’t like when you’re automatically submissive. He thinks it takes all the fun out of it. He likes when you try to act all bratty.

He’s probably the most rough out of everyone but he doesn’t have an occasional gentle streak that he uses as a “treat” for you.

He gets too jealous sometimes so he asks you questions and makes you yell out his name like “so who’s fucking you like this tonight, whore? Me or him?”

Eagle Flies

Loves when his hair is pulled. It drives him crazy. the smallest tug makes him moan so loud.

No matter what position he needs to be close to you. His hands need to be on you and he needs to be able to kiss you, anywhere

He will say the most forward shit out of nowhere. Like he’ll have you in the most obscene position and he’ll say something like “wanna marry you one day.” Out of the blue

He whimpers when he’s about to finish. He’s not ashamed about it either.

Sex is one of his favorite ways to relieve stress but he makes sure you also feel good so he gives the best aftercare afterwards so you know he’s truly grateful

[cowboyfromh3ll]

Hi!

After reading your Eagle Flies fic i was wondering if you could do some more😅

Maybe a fic where the reader is in the gang and they see each other for the first time when Eagle Flies comes seeking Dutch’s help with the horses and it’s basically love at first sight so after they finish helping them they meet somewhere and do the deed because the attraction is too much😏

Thank you so much! 🫶🏻

Every Man Gets His Wish

(Eagle Flies x Fem!Reader Smut)

I got midterms this week and I'm somehow finding the time to write

Warnings: just smut

You had not been content in a long time. Being holed up in a cave was not on your bucket list. It felt as though it were an admission of your status as a criminal, as well as the others. Your misery was akin to what you felt like in Colter, though you often wondered if your life had somehow been better back when you were still stuck in the unforgiving cold of the mountains. 

Yet something about the damp, cool air of Beaver Hollow was strangely reminiscent of your time then. An ominous vapor seemed to pool on the campgrounds, seeping round corners and fogging your vision. The thick atmosphere of your new ‘home’ felt like malevolent hands circling around your neck and sliding down your collarbone, where the crisp air cut deeper than any knife. You could not remember the last time you enjoyed yourself. You could no longer ask someone to play poker or dominoes with you without feeling strangely guilty for wanting to enjoy yourself. Conversations with the camp girls were hushed in tone, and there was an anxious layer beneath your words, as you all wanted to avoid pointing out the obvious. There was a visible rift in camp that you were too scared to acknowledge out loud, and whenever someone like Pearson would openly speak about the hopelessness of the situation, you felt a strange and unwelcome feeling in your gut. 

You could not focus as you stared off into the dense forests surrounding the camp, shotgun in hand. The sound of wind blowing through the trees highlighted the somber tone you felt. A part of you wished you could be anywhere else but here; but you had nowhere to go. You closed your bleary eyes and felt the world continue to move past you, and you felt strangely comforted by this. 

“Excuse me, (Name).” 

It was Charles, and the firm gentleness of his voice tore down your moment of hazy tranquility. You opened your eyes and blinked away the brightness of sunshine that cast on your face through tree leaves, adjusting your gaze, and beholding the love of your life. 

Besides Charles stood a man of dark complexion, his firm and sharp features framed by soft-looking, wispy black hair; a singular braid down his face. You could tell he held himself with pride, and the seriousness in his features suggested he wasn’t here for pleasure, rather business (Much to your dismay). 

“Oh, hello there. Who’s this?” You asked Charles, unable to look the other man directly in the eyes. 

“This is Eagle Flies, from the Wapiti Tribe. He’s come to ask us for help, regarding some… horses.” There was reluctance in the way Charles mentioned the horses. As if he were in disbelief that that was the reason behind all this. 

“Pleasure to meet you, uh, what was it again?”

“(Name). And the pleasure’s all mine.”

Eagle Flies held his hand out towards you to shake, to which you looked at him hesitantly, before taking it. The tension between the two of you was palpable. His grip was warm and languid. You briefly slid your fingers over his rough palm as you let go, letting your fingertips dance as you gauged his reaction to your strangely intimate and decisive gesture. Yet you found yourself shocked to see him do the same to you, if for a moment, by allowing your fingertips to linger together for a second longer as you departed your hand. 

“We’re just going to go talk to Dutch, he’s this way.” Charles led Eagle Flies past you, and you tailed them soon after, it was customary to keep an eye on new arrivals in the camp after all. In the few precious seconds there were before you all arrived at Dutch’s tent, both you and Eagle Flies exchanged wanting smiles with one another, and you felt excitement bubble within you like a school girl struck with puppy love. This was perhaps the most roused you had been in a long time. 

Dutch had dismissed you as soon as he was introduced to Eagle Flies, and as such, you moved away from the group and kept your distance. But still close enough to where you could listen in on what they were discussing. The sudden change in Eagle Flies’ demeanor was jarring. Your bathetic moment of tension was replaced by his self-gratifying maundering. He spoke of horses and his tribe, of starvation and the military. His passion seeped through his every word.

And at this moment, you found his liveliness to be refreshing. Not just refreshing in the way that he was something new and unwonted. 

But he was raw.

How many nights had you laid in your tent, parched beyond belief of any excitement and feverishness, incapable of being quenched by the mundane monotony of your everyday life, dreaming of something or someone as decisive and emotionally rousing as Eagle Flies. And though you had only experienced fleeting relief by him, you were hooked. 

Your eyes traced his figure, up and down. He was lean, but he was muscular, and you could tell even through his baggy clothes. His arms were decorated with prominent veins and small scars that you’d love to trace and rub. His stature was tall and proud, and you’d love to see how easily you could make him fold. 

As if he felt you staring at him, he looked over at you once again, flashing a coquettish smile. Before you could return an equally suggestive look, he was off with Arthur, Dutch, and Charles. You followed behind them once again, frantically asking where they were off to. Dutch and Eagle Flies were on their horses before the other two, bespeaking of their fervor for whatever they were off to do. 

“Dutch insists we help Eagle Flies retrieve his tribe's horses.” Charles explained. 

“I don’t understand, we can always just get them more horses.” Arthur whispered harshly. You nodded in understanding, looking far more concerned than you truly should’ve been. 

“I told Eagle Flies’ father I would not involve myself in this conflict. Really, we’re just going to make sure they don’t get killed.” Charles added begrudgingly. His exasperation was clear as he shook his head and looked off in Dutch’s direction, disdained. 

“You boys, be safe, please.” Part of your statement sounded pleading, desperate. For their safety of course, but also for Eagle Flies’ safety. It’d be a shame to have a fine young man such as him be harmed, killed even. 

With that, they departed from camp, and would not be seen for a few hours. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Eventually, Arthur and Charles made their presence known in camp, and you greeted them with relief and excitement. They explained Dutch and Eagle Flies had gone off to deliver the horses at the reservation, and that he’d return shortly after. As for Eagle Flies whereabouts after the matter, you weren’t sure. And you knew it wasn’t wise to go looking for him. One, because you just met the guy. And second, because you weren’t sure what you’d do if you did find him. There wasn’t much in terms of emotional connection between the two of you, but there was a carnal allurement that was undeniable. 

After bidding Arthur and Charles goodbye and goodnight, you returned to your post as watchman. You began staring off into the impenetrable woods once again, unable to focus and keep your bawdy thoughts at bay. You felt a clenching feeling between your legs, and you began shifting and rubbing your thighs together in your standing position to try and alleviate the pressure building. 

In your sexually charged stupor, you barely took notice of the dark silhouette approaching through the pitch black greenness. Your thoughts were crudely interrupted by a twig snapping, and as if it were second nature, you raised your shotgun and pointed it at whatever or whoever was standing there. Your finger ghosted the trigger as you awaited for the culprit to make themselves known, and much to your surprise, it was Eagle Flies. 

“(Name).”

“What are you doing here?” You asked bluntly, lowering the gun to your side. You looked behind you at camp, wondering if anyone was watching you two. You also looked behind him, squinting your eyes in the darkness. 

“I didn’t come with anyone. I’m alone.” He reassured. He smiled at you once again, but this time it was more sincere, and not incited by desire. He approached you swiftly, and you allowed him. His proximity to you now was so close you could feel heat emanating from him, and you stared at his chest before craning your neck to look up at him. The tension was unmistakable once again, and you somehow found yourself drawing impossibly closer to him. Despite the bubbling apprehensiveness in his throat, he still found a way to speak to you. 

“I wanted to come see you…” Suddenly, he found himself struggling to put together a sentence. “You’re so beautiful and…” His hands shakily came up to your sides and hovered on the curves of your hips, as if waiting for permission. You looked behind you once again, before turning around and leaning up towards him, connecting your lips and nudging his mouth open. His mouth tasted delicately salty, like tears. You reached over to touch Eagle Flies’ face, and he allowed himself to be touched. The contact felt good. And after a moment of hesitation he began kissing back clumsily, suggesting inexperience and nerves. He’d been quite bold in coming all this way to see you, but now that he was getting what he came for, he was mortified. When you felt his rigidness, you felt terribly compassionate for him. You were both quite young and he was strung up in circumstances that disallowed him to enjoy lives’ more carnal pleasures. You wanted to show him a gesture of benevolence, something that might make him feel as good as he was young. 

You pushed away shortly after and studied his face. He looked dumbfounded, completely wrapped around your finger at that point.

"Why did you stop?" He asked with a pout, now a mixture of nerves and insatiable excitement. You found it incredibly cute. 

"I just can't believe you came all this way to get your rocks off." You teased, a hand resting on his left pectoral. He looks around in embarrassment, unable to hide his burning face. More confidently this time, he wrapped his arms behind your back and leaned down.

"Couldn't help myself." He closed the distance between your lips, and your tender kiss from before contrasted the primal desperation in this kiss. It was now that the two of you couldn't keep your hands away from each other, body's fitting together perfectly. The two of you resorted to groping each other ineptly, kissing each other with sloppy wet mouths. The swapping of saliva was loud and wanton as tongues slid against one another. His tongue grazed your palate as he took fistfuls of your ass into his hands. He shuddered in unrestrained pleasure when he felt your soft breasts through your chemise in his palms, taking a moment to knead the flesh gently before squeezing. With shaky hands, he took a hold of your chemise, tugging experimentally at the fabric before yanking it fully over your head. He nearly drooled at the sight of your breasts, your nipples becoming hard when the cool air of the camp surrounded them. He slowly moved his hands towards your breasts, pulling and squeezing your pebbled nipples before cupping your breasts and pushing them together. 

His excitement was almost juvenile, as if he were a teenager getting his first lay with a girl. You moaned into his mouth, half pain and half pleasured surprise by how rough he was. Without breaking your heated kiss, the two of you backed deeper into the woods against a tree. The sound of clothes rustling and needy mouths panting pierced the silence in the woods. His twitching cock chafed against his dress pants and became uncomfortable. He sucked on your swollen bottom lip before capturing you in another messy wet kiss. He excitedly took your wrist and moved it down his torso (partially so you could feel his abs) and let your hand rest on his erection, waiting expectantly for you to do something. 

You giggled in between clumsy kisses, squeezing the bulge and ripping a moan from him. It was amazing to you how little it took to have him this loud. You rubbed him leisurely through his pants, giving the occasional squeeze. Two of his fingers were inside the cotton of your bloomers, resting there with questioning. You gave his cock a particularly hard squeeze that encouraged his hand to traverse further, brushing through thick curls before sliding his finger down your vulva and to your sticky, warm folds. You sobbed in excitement, his tongue already tracing a wet path down your neck and chest. You swore you could hear his rapid heart beat; his shaky breaths that could be described as uneasy. 

Your hands were unfastening Eagle Flies’ pants and tugging them open, freeing his weeping cock. He was painfully hard, and it was his turn to sob again at feeling your lithe hands caress him. His hand remained in your bloomers in vain, as he was too engrossed in the feeling of you stroking him (And given his inexperience, he wasn’t too sure what to do). 

Your steady rhythm showed skill that was born out of practice. And good practice it was, because he had thrown his head back and was whining. To his surprise, you had gotten down on your knees before him, continuing to stroke him next to your face. He knew what you intended to do, and he was sure as hell going to enjoy it. 

“Ever had your cock sucked?” You asked venereally. He shook his head no, and you noticed how his breath hitched everytime you ghosted your lips on his tip. 

“Good.” You smiled, before spitting on his cock. You spread the saliva over his tip, mixing it with his pre cum and slathering his cock with wetness. He did not even attempt to stifle his moans, and he went slack jawed when your plump lips enveloped his tip, sucking gently and delicately. Instinctively, his hand raked through your hair and gripped your roots, forcing your head down further. Normally you would’ve scoffed at his inconsiderateness, but you couldn’t blame him. It was his first blowjob after all. 

You hollowed your cheeks and bobbed your head, attempting to set your own rhythm against Eagle Flies’ forceful one. Eventually, you simply allowed him to take lead, swallowing around him when you felt the beginning of a gag. The slurps and wet choking sounds were music to his ears, and it only spurred him on. He began cursing under his breath and bunched your hair into a ponytail, tugging and pushing harshly when he felt like it. Feeling your warm wet tongue caress his cock had him weak in the knees. As for your knees, they were sore and uncomfortable. The hard dirt floor of the woods was not kind to your bare skin as twigs and pebbles dug into tender knees. You were also at the point of choking and gagging constantly around Eagle Flies, overproducing an absurd amount of saliva to help your sore mouth. But despite the discomfort of having his cock shoved down your throat, you actually quite enjoyed being handled so roughly. 

Without warning, hot thick ropes of cum shot down your throat and flooded your mouth, but the downright adorable whimpers he let out made up for it all tenfold. His body shuddered in pleasure as he deposited himself into your throat, and he sore he could pass out from overstimulation when you slowly pulled your head off of him with a pop. 

“Holy shit…” He panted, watching through bleary eyes as you stood up. You wiped your mouth with the back of your palm, cleaning up any remaining cum and saliva, inelegantly wiping it off on your bloomers. He leaned his weight on the tree behind him, unable to support himself fully. He was still in the midst of recovery when you stepped forward and began unbuttoning his shirt, becoming restless half way through the tedious task and yanking open the rest of his shirt. His eyes widened in surprise, too taken aback to react immediately. 

“Oh I’m loving what I’m seeing.” You purred, feeling up his abs before tracing your hand down his happy trail. You roughly took a hold of his cock, causing him to yelp. You leaned up to him, speaking in a whisper as you squeezed the base of his cock impossibly tight. 

“I’m gonna teach you how to pleasure a lady. Now get down on your knees, boy.”

He kneeled in blind obedience, shuffling to the side to allow you space to lean against the tree. You stroked his hair and cooed at him when he gripped the back of your thighs. Deciding to finally do something for you, he began tracing open mouthed kisses on your inner thighs, stopping right before your clothed cunt. Your pussy throbbed painfully at this point, and you wanted nothing more than to shove his face in there already. 

“Yeah, just like that.” You praised, stroking a hand through his hair. You scratched his scalp and watched the way his eyes slid closed, signifying just how good it felt. 

“Now, remove my bloomers.” You commanded, and he quickly followed your orders. The crisp air hit your core, and you whimpered when you felt the cool wetness of your pussy. Eagle Flies saw your thick curls for himself, and you allowed him the luxury of getting a better view by throwing your leg over his shoulder. You jut your hips towards his face, smirking excitedly. He looked from your core to you and back, looking so cute you wanted to make him cry tears of pleasure. 

“Take your thumbs and spread my cunt apart.” You commanded. Unlike his shakiness from earlier, he all too enthusiastically parted your folds, revealing a rose of wetness. You used your own hand to find your clit and tapped, guiding one of his hands onto it after. The pad of his calloused finger met your clit and you jerked your hips, nodding your head hurriedly. He began circling his finger slowly, testing to see what pace and rhythm you did and didn’t like. And eventually, much like he had done to you, you took ahold of his hair and shoved his face into your cunt. He knew at once to suck on your clit, almost sucking a little too harshly. He would occasionally flick his tongue out before laying it flat, circling the bud playfully, even giving open mouthed kisses that would transition back into him sucking. 

You could not contain your squeals and moans, continuing to shove his face in deeper. His nose brushed against curls, mouth molding fully into you. Yet he absolutely loved the feeling of suffocating on your pussy, unable to suck in a full breath because he was too preoccupied with eating you out. Your slick ran down your inner thighs, which he would collect with his fingers before rubbing your clit with it furiously. You were teetering on the edge of orgasm, but you weren’t quite there yet. 

At once, you ordered him to stand, and he already knew what came next. You let your bloomers pool at your feet before kicking them off to the side. In a moment of wordless communication, you lifted your leg to his hip and he knew to lift it, before taking a hold of your other knee and picking you up fully. His hands cupped your ass as you wrapped your legs around him, and he couldn’t help but get in a few squeezes. His strength was impressive, and you swore you got wetter at the sight of his biceps flexing. 

You wrapped one arm around his neck and moved the other down, grasping his cock and lining it up with your pussy. His chest rumbled when it slid against your entrance, unable to fathom how wet and sloppy everything was. Slowly, he pushed in, choking on a moan in the process. You sighed before burying your head in his shoulder, finding comfort in his cool, damp skin. 

His eyes were blown wide with lust, and he dug his fingers into your ass as he prepared to thrust into you. His feet planted firmly into the ground when he began moving your hips, his cock throbbing uncontrollably inside your velvety and slick walls. He grit his teeth as he began an unsteady pace, his hips stuttering from the pleasure. He moved your hips in time to meet his thrusts, and his pace could only be described as desperate. He panted and moaned into the open air, while your own screams were muffled by his shoulder. 

The burning stretch of having your pussy carved out was breathtaking, especially given how wet you were. Not to mention it was being done by this fine man. The unmistakable plap of your pussy being pounded would be hard to miss by any gang members who were awake, and you were sure to get shit for it the next morning from anyone who did hear. But you couldn’t care less. You were being fucked hard and good by Eagle Flies. 

Eagle Flies sucked in ragged breaths next to your ear, adding to your senses being flooded. The salty taste of sweat on his shoulder as you began licking. The scent of earth mixing with the thick scent of sex. The feeling of sweaty skin on sweaty skin. Feeling his damp muscles and flexing abs. And especially the loud wet sounds of the sinful acts you were committing. 

You came with a burning white flash, your vision clouding as you cried out in pure bliss. Eagle Flies began to growl and shudder, which you understood as him being close. After a few more sloppy thrusts, he pulled out, and you felt his wet cock on your ass. He hurriedly fisted his cock with one hand before shooting his cum onto the earth beneath you. 

The two of you came down from your highs, and he set you down gently on the floor (Somewhere where you wouldn’t step on his cum). Despite being exhausted, he still held the same excitement and giddiness from earlier. He was, in a way, proud of himself, for having come all this way and getting what he wanted. Seems it paid off.

He helped you get dressed, even going as far as to gather your chemise from near the camp entrance. The whole time, he had that blissfully dazed smile that you found endearing. 

“So uh…” He began, but you already knew the rest of that sentence. 

“You did good.” You responded, dusting off your top, to which he nodded happily. 

“Guess it really was worth coming all this way huh?" He joked, attempting to button his shirt back up but finding a few of them missing. You humored him with a laugh, but you truly did find it amusing, touching almost. 

"I assume you'll be leaving now?" You asked, motioning towards the dark trail that led away from Beaver Hollow. He nodded, pursing his lips in dismay when he saw the darkness that lay ahead. 

"Yeah…" 

You giggled and crossed your arms, before leaning up to give him a kiss. 

"Well, don't be afraid to come back, Mister Eagle Flies." You winked and picked up your weapon, beginning to walk away, but not without slapping his ass first. 

And with that, he was off, bruised ego but giddy nonetheless. Paytah was gonna get an earful. 

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

Went a little crazy with this one

[frozen-waters]

eagle flies physical touch / cuddling hcs. just how he would be after a long day and in need of the warmth of physical contact w his lover. 🤍🤍🤍

okkkk bookie

Eagle Flies cuddling hcs

• you probably have to initiate it tbh. like it's easy to tell when hes irritated or just going through it but he won't really reach out.

• when he has a long day he lays face-down so if you're trying to cuddle you need to put your hand on his back first before you lay down next to him. then after that you gotta pry his arm up and bury yourself into his side

• after that you're not getting up. his grip is like a beartrap you're stuck there for the rest of the night

• he doesn't like talking on nights like that, if you try to ask him what's wrong he'll just mumble something and his grip on you will tighten

• he prefers to when you're both facing each other and he's able to bury his face in your neck while you rub his back, but he won't complain if you're sitting and he's able to just like. lean on you

• he prefers silence too (I already said that) but his heart does flutter a little bit if you start humming

• on other nights when you two cuddle he likes spooning and talks more and stays awake longer, but if he's had a long day he falls asleep faster

• always likes if you play with his hair a little bit

• he will also sometimes trace your spine if he has access to it

• stealing (not really stealing bc i asked for permission which you should always do) this one from @mayweneverdie but this is the time he lets you trace his scars. don't tell him you love him during this because he will cry.

• and if you do trace his scars once in a while he'll take your hand and kiss your palm and then rest his head on top of yours and then probably fall asleep

• and if for some reason you can't cuddle he likes if you massage his arms or shoulders

• or if he's already drifting off to sleep he likes if you just put your arm around him

[cowboaaaa]

Enemies to lovers with eagle flies but it’s that one video of those boxers and the guy on top is trying to rub blood into his opponent eyes but it looks like they r about to kiss. Eagle flies is on top trying to rub it into your eyes

[lowfunctioningoptimist]

Modern RDR2! Reacting to you calling them “Husband”

After that tiktok trend where ladies have been filming videos or taking orders and refer to their boyfriend as “husband.” Some of the fellas go into multiple categories.

Responds immediately with, “I ain’t your husband”: MICAH, Josiah, JOHN, Bill

Looks around and says, “Husband? Where?!”: Sean (as a joke), John (not as a joke).

Stares at you, waits for you to correct yourself, is happy when you don’t: Charles, ARTHUR, Javier.

Responds by calling you his wife/husband: CHARLES, HOSEA, Javier(nearly passed out tho).

Follows after you to make sure he heard it right: Javier, Dutch, Kieran, Arthur.

Gets cocky about it, starts calling himself your husband publicly: Lenny, Hosea, SEAN, EAGLE FLIES, Micah.

[kaicubus]

Golden Hours | Urogi

──────────────────────────────────₊˚⊹♡

warnings ✩° :  18+ smut, fucking from behind, size difference, sex with a demon obvi, cursing, calling reader toy names, creampie, a bit of a breeding kink, cervix kissing, possessiveness, praise praise praise, consensual sex, treating reader like a toy/ragdoll, biting and marking.

pairing ✩° : urogi x fem hashira!reader

premise ✩° : in your chance to flee from hantengu, his most happiest clone ends up finding you. with the ground nor air being safe from his territory, you’re met with the chance to fight him mid air, but quickly realize that your life is nothing but a toy meant to be played with. to him, some toys are meant to break.

word count ✩° : 5.9k (holy shit)

authors note ✩° : 3/4 LETS MAKE IT BACK HOME SOON!!! i realized ive never explicitly said that these clones are taller than the reader, but they are. i figured it out btw and from now on you guys are my succubabes or succubabies depending on which one i feel, so no anon its just...succubabe...yk?

©kaicubus do not steal

part one here!

────────────────────────────────────────────

Was this the same demon from before? There was no way. The demon standing in front of you looked no where near as miserable as he did before. Rather than a look of dejection and fear, the demon smiles, his golden eyes glistening with delight. You’re unable to look away from his horns and golden eyes as his smile just grows wider and wider. Was it really the same demon who was crawling on the ground before?

Except, only now, this demon had the ability to fly. The ground was no longer safe, and that meant on all levels, you were certainly not. Upon looking closer, the demon’s feathered, burgundy wings weren't the only avian trait he had as his arms were replaced by a talon-like appendage complete with a soft, yellowish, scaly texture. There was only one clone Hantengu was capable of creating that looked like this, and it was Urogi, the demonic representative of joy.

The mere sight of his demonic appearance makes your chest tighten. How could there be such a beast hidden inside a frail, old man? Urogi was tall, boisterous, and smiled so wide, you’d think that was his natural face. He was nothing like Hantengu, which all the more frightened you. With open, golden eyes, his stare is similar to that of an eagle, hyper-focused and tactile.

Urogi also seemed to jingle when he walked, or at least stood still since he appeared to be studying you from afar. With only black pants and a chain of yellowed pearls around his waist, Urogi’s wings flutter, giving you only a second to leave the ground before he wraps his arms around you and flies upwards. You scream out as the wind cuts your face, using a natural force so strong it blows your sword right out of your hand. One glance at the demon wrote your fate, and you could tell he wasn't planning on letting you down at all. His yellow eyes instantly meet your scared, frightful ones.

Seeing the horror on your face, Urogi laughs, showing off his razor sharp fangs, “Oh~! I caught myself a cute one! Aren’t I lucky today~!” He says and tosses you up for a second, “She’s so small! Wow~! No horns, no wings, you’re a human, aren’tcha? What a lucky find!” He can barley contain himself.

You scream in response, clinging onto his exceptionally muscular arm in hopes to pierce his tanned skin with your nails to do any sort of damage, “LET ME GO! LET ME GO! UROGI!” You curl your fists and try delivering several blows to his back, but he doesn't seem the slightest bit bothered. Urogi just continues to laugh.

“What’s that? You want to be let down? But we’re having so much fun! Why stop?” The demon catches you in his arms and squeezes you tightly, “I bet you just want to go higher, right? Then let’s go!” He flies higher and higher, removing the noises of all your screaming and replacing it with thick sounds of ‘fwoomp!’ ‘fwoomp!’ ‘fwoomp!’ of his browned wings, each time getting louder than the next. You try to kick and scream, and fight back most of all, but to Urogi, it only seems like you’re having the time of your life. So he flies higher, higher than the trees, higher than the mountains, and higher than the clouds.

You can feel yourself getting dizzier by the second thanks to his speed and fondness of swirling in circles. Maybe you could somehow cut off his wings? Boil him in a hot pot of water and cook him? No, it was impossible to even get a look on this guy. He’s too fast.

“Wahaha~! How delightful! I haven’t felt the air like that in so long. I almost forgot how fun that was!” His grip tightens around your hand, taking the opportunity to lock his talons between the spaces of your soft, now sweating hand. The slightest bit of strength could send streams of blood running down the creases of your palms, that’s the part that makes your blood run cold. Urogi keeps you in his hold, similar to that of a death grip, gripping onto its prey.

“L-Look!” You shriek, managing to catch your breath, “Urogi, right?”

The demon slows down and looks at you now hovering in the air, his eyes glowing in the night sky, “That’s me!” He chirps, “How do you know my name, human? Oh, could it be? You’re one of those hashiras? Demon slayers?” Urogi asks and suddenly tosses you in the air, adjusting his hold on you when he catches you again. Now, you're directly against his chest, up close and personal with the demon who you’re sure is about to kill you.

“That’s right! B-But, you want to live right? Fly around some more? I can make that happen. My name is Y/n and—”

“You’re a human! But you’re so...small. I’ve never seen someone like you around, did you come all this way to find me?” Urogi swoons and twirls around again, making you scream, “For some reason, I really like that. I like how you scream like I’m going to kill you! It makes me so happy.”

You hold onto the demon, clinging onto his shoulders and staring at him in shock. Only now do you realize how, pretty? he looks.

“I’m not going to drop you! I’m nice with my toys, don’t you trust me?” For your sake, you had to trust him, so you nod, “That’s good, I’m glad you do. But you see, Y/n, the thing about me is that...you shouldn’t really go doing that. But it’s so fun to make humans think they can trust me! But, you are different. You’re my favorite. You stayed this long, right?” You nod again and look up at the demon, who’s still holding onto you with his talons biting at your flesh.

Happy with your answer, and blind trust, a grin spreads across his face and his golden eyes widen owlishly, letting his tongue fall loose and hang off his bottom lip, offering you the sight of his branded kanji before he says, “Kidding.”

Then, he lets go. Just like that, the demon watches you slip from his grasp, black pupils constricting into a much smaller size just to focus on the image of your body quickly falling through the misted clouds, out of his vision. Up until this moment, you’ve never been this close to dying. Your heart pounds inside your chest, which feels to be concaving due to the newfound pressure slamming down on you.

There was no right way to fall from this height. Back, front, side, would all result in some sort of injury to your human body, but you had to choose one. If you manage to get lucky, you’d ideally fall on a bush or patch of leaves to cushion your fall. Better yet, the trees could catch you. However, you’ve lost sight of the laughing, winged demon, which only meant one thing. Ground was soon approaching.

With only a second to spare, your eyes widen and you manage to spin yourself around to see what you could possibly land on, but at that time, it was too late. Before you knew it, your body had completely landed on cold, hard dirt, rocks and smooth pebbles hitting directly into your skin, thankfully being protected by the thick fabric of your hashira uniform. Your arms and legs were now sprawled out away from your body, face well planted into the ground for only a little before you gasped out for air.

Even if it were any other hashira higher or lower than you, no one could’ve survived that fall. But for some reason, you did. Still, the pain was unbearable and it feels as though several of your bones had broken upon impact, but none actually were. Only a few cuts, scrapes, and bruises blooming around your otherwise perfectly normal skin. Now wasn’t the time to appreciate life, or writhe in pain, but to pay attention and turn around before Urogi returned to bat you around like his next meal.

But your speed is no match for his. Suddenly, a force lands directly on top of your back, causing you to choke out once more. Only this time, you knew exactly what the force was.

“Wow~! You survived from that high up? I knew you wouldn’t break. That’s why I want to play with you even more!” Urogi laughs and places his knees on either side of you, caging you down. With your back facing his chest, you can’t see anything. Which is just another disadvantage, the main one being your position right now. Instead of leaning down to talk to you on the ground, Urogi picks you up so that you’re on your knees, bending your back to be extra close to his newfound toy. “You smell so sweet, Y/n, I could just eat you up~! I haven’t eaten a human in so long...I really miss the taste...do you think I could try? I’ll be gentle~”

Before you could say anything, the sharpness of Urogi’s ivory fangs sink into your shoulder, sending a full body jolt of electricity down every single nerve you have. But it doesn’t feel bad at all. It’s too much to process, that you don’t even realize that a small noise escapes from your throat. Neither does Urogi, until,

“Mmfgh!” the muffled noise returns, louder when he suckles on the sensitive area. Only then does Urogi stop entirely, leaving you both in silence.

Your face flushes a bright shade of red full of embarrassment. If you could crawl into a deep, dark hole and die, you would without zero hesitation. As if it couldn’t get any worse, Urogi spirals into a fit of laughter and lets his head fall back, black hair falling onto his bare shoulder, “Hah? Did I catch that right? Was that...no, it can’t be.” The demon returns right back to your ear, pressing his grinning face against your heated one, “Did you like that? You liked it when I bit right here?” His tongue greets your shoulder once more, flicking the tip of it over the bite wound, causing you to yelp out again. Now, Urogi was certain, you liked this, and better yet, you liked him.

“I-I—” You struggle to form words. The thought of coming up with a lie on the spot only made the growing heat surging in your stomach swell, there was no way you could muster out anything but a low breath of indecisiveness.

”I thought it was just the thrill of being up in the air! But your heart speaks other wise. It went, bump, bump, bump!” Urogi laughs and presses his lips against the side of your face, planting a quick peck to catalyze your reaction harder. With each ‘bump’, he laughs more.

Now more than ever you wanted to kill him. It was bad enough having him laugh at your capabilities to fight, but now laughing at your body’s betrayal and inability to hold back when you’re turned on? He had to be the most annoying clone you could’ve gotten when you sliced off that sad excuse of a demon’s head. Urogi was so close to you though, it was impossible to think of anything other than his pounding chest, thick scent of sweat and musk, and firm arms hugging either side of you. Let alone the fact his hakama pants lack any structure or lining, making it very easy to tell that he’s very happy with you right now.

You bite your lip, too shy to admit the truth that you could possibly feeling something other than immense hatred towards a demon, but Urogi knew. Deep down, it made him beam, which reflected in his obvious, signature toothy grin. He always knew what you wanted.

Much to your shock, you don’t resist when Urogi’s chin fits ontop of your shoulder, rolling back your skin and hair to watch your expression when his hands travel inside your uniform. Sharp, claw-like finger nails trace send shivers up your body, feeling the spongy texture of your flesh accepting his cold touch. You suck in a short breath, not getting used to how bright his eyes are, but when you least expect it, he lets his excitement get the best of him and ends up tearing your white shirt to shreds and buttons flying.

“Urogi.” His name leaves your mouth as a hushed warning, prompting the eager demon to look up at you, “Please be more gentle with my things!”

From now on, you keep watchful eyes on the overly excited demon, not daring to look away in hopes of catching him if he does something violent. But, to your surprise, he doesn't. Urogi watches how your body involuntarily inches back into him as he massages circles into the smoothness of your chest, swirling the tip of his nail in light, thin strokes.

He looks strong, but he knows as a human, he’s supposed to be gentle with you. With all his experience with fighting, he’s well aware of the limits he’s allowed to push before he breaks someone. That’s why he’s so eager to play with you. No one has ever wanted to be played with by him before or even survived from a height that great before.

“I can’t wait...” He giggles to himself and tears your shirt further, exposing your breasts to the open sky, and more importantly, to him. “You're so beautiful I’m so excited to get started with you!”

Urogi eagerly leans forward and hugs you tightly, the softness of your chest easily falling into the palm of his claw-like hand. It’s cold for a bit, but quickly heats up when your body does.

His claws begin to knead your supple skin, feeling your tender breasts move in the same circular motion of the palms of his claws. It’s so cold, yet the feeling itself makes your body surge with heat. Not to mention that it doesn’t take long before Urogi discovers your nipples, appearing just as small buttons to him to press, squeeze and tug at, which would in turn give him the same sweet, high-pitched whimper he was already growing so fond of.

Urogi chirps happily and kisses the side of your neck again, licking his branded tongue just below your ear lobe, “More…I like it when you do that.” He rolls your nub between his claws again, causing you to jerk forward and cry out just a little louder, “It’s so cute~ I could listen to it all day~ Such a cute noise from such a cute human~” His voice is soft, yet still energetic and bouncy like normal, “Hehe...poke poke! Does it feel good here? Or here?” Urogi’s wings thrust him forward into the curve of your ass, making you fall forward a little bit before he cups your breast again, holding you closer to his chest.

He was toying with you, pushing your buttons just to make you squirm. Sure, it embarrassed the hell out of you, but it also made you incredibly horny. There was no way out of it. With his hands invading all sorts of personal space, your mind starts to wander into depths you’ve never thought you’d discover, like what it would be like to be fucked by a demon? Surely his strength would kill you, but Urogi’s smarter than that. He knows not to break his things, especially things he calls ‘precious.’

You flush hotly at the attention on your chest, and Urogi using you as a ragdoll didn’t help. But before you could get too used to his soft mumbling, pinching and squeezing at your nipples, and his palm rolling over your chest, Urogi stops and stands up, leaving you missing his strangely, warm touch. As if he knew what you were thinking, Urogi smiles and kisses your lips for just a second before pulling away. Now, you can’t see him. What kind of cruel game of hide and go seek is this?

“Might as well try something else while I’m here.” Urogi’s voice is low, sultry, and drastically different than before, just for a second. You turn around, currently in a warm embrace with Urogi’s arms locking you in place, and flash him a teary expression which only made him more excited to throw you forward onto the ground. Moving forward, Urogi places his hand on the small of your back and presses his open palm on your shirt, grasping the thin fabric in a tight bundle before ripping it right off you, along with your skirt. You gasp at the sudden intrusion, arching your brows in an expression that screams ‘stop ripping my fucking clothes apart!’ but you couldn’t exactly see Urogi. Instead, you arch your back as little, delicate touches scrape along your curves and thighs, making you instantly calm down.

“D-Damn.” The demon says, holding his wrist to his mouth, “I wish I got a hold of you sooner~ You didn’t tell me you’re wet down here~!” Urogi could hardly contain his excitement. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle for you, my precious hashira~”

Your face reddens at his tone. With his knees locked on either side of you, you squirm a little, letting the worst get the better of you, only dreaming of him being inside you. You couldn’t remember the last time you were this turned on. In fact, there wasn’t a time. It was only now. Under such a sadistic looking demon who practically feeds off of your embarrassment and worse, laughs at you. Urogi was so close to you now, you could feel his presence, giggling while he worked the waist band of his pants down, pulling it down to expose his what you could only guess was his cock. True to your suspicion, a simple glance from between your spread open thighs told you that what you were seeing was exactly what made your stomach knot.

Except, what you hadn’t expected was that Urogi was much bigger than you thought. His member was thick, had to be at least 8 inches, maybe more, but the mere sight of it made your mouth salivate, and your knees weak. His member was already hard, twitching in anticipation at the sight of your drooling, puffy pussy like it knew exactly where to go.

But Urogi waits for a bit with his cock in a tightly curled fist, grinning down with an open smile and arched brows, watching your hips bump back into him involuntarily and just so soft your ass looks.

“U-Urogi...” You mumble silently, looking over your shoulder back to him, “What are you waiting for?” Already, his newfound silence was making you nervous. Especially because you knew he was staring. Never in your life have you felt so exposed, with your ass high up in the air, slightly arched upwards with the help of Urogi’s hand, where there was no room to hide anything and everything was put on display to his hungry eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” The demon grins, placing the head of his sticky cock between your folds, earning a small gasp from your end. That was enough for Urogi to chirp with delight and pull your body forward.

“A-AHN!” You throw your head forward and grab onto anything, dirt, rocks, leaves, your own skin just to accommodate for his length. Drawing in a rattling breath, you open your eyes only for them to fall shut again whenever you try. Urogi’s member was practically splitting you open, thick veins pumping inside of your sticky walls without him even moving.

His cock sinks into you, filling your tight walls until you begin to whimper in protest. Even when you think he’s finally in, you look over your shoulder to see that there were still a few inches left of his blushed member still waiting to be buried inside your sweet pussy. Urogi can’t help but relish in how good you feel, his dick twitching inside you with a fascinated looking on his face, shocked and eager to see how much more you can take.

“I had no idea that a precious human like you could take this much!” Urogi pants, “You’re so small, i-it feels like you’re sucking me all in! What other surprises do you have for me?”

“Hol-ly shit. I-It’s just...so much bigger than I expected, Urogi...” You tell him simply, batting your dark lashes up at him, your fists curling into the cold ground below you.

“What~? Were you expecting me to be smaller? No way~! No way~! It’s not my fault you’re so small to begin with.” Urogi snickers, “Maybe you just can’t handle my cock, hm? Big, scary demon cock too much for a precious human like you?” He leans forward and pushes more of his length inside of you, grunting at the tight fit. You cry out, sweat forming instantly on your brow, and your heart threatening to leap out of your chest any minute now.

Within seconds, your body turned into flame. Your thighs almost instantly start to burn with desperation simply because of the way he moves with such passion and excitement. His burly arms twitch closer to your sides, using one of them to cup your breast again and squeeze it firmly, admiring how soft your skin is while burying his face deeper into your hair. Maybe it was a good thing you didn’t see him in this moment, because his reddened face, eyes squeezed shut, happily inhaling your scent would only turn you on more.

When did you start feeling this way? Especially towards your opponent? Especially towards a blood thirsty demon? Bloodlust was what you were taught back home, to be weary of a demon with extreme bloodlust. But no one told you how much more difficult it would be to deal with a demon with intense lust, period. Urogi caught you off guard many times, and even now, with his legs straddling yours, your face stuffed into your arms and your hips in the air, and his cock gradually making way into your insides, deeper and deeper by the second.

“S’too much! I-I can’t handle it-” You try to pull away but he keeps you still, not letting up on his robust grip and instead forcing every last inch of his hard on into your already throbbing cunt. Inch by inch, he buries himself deeper into you, using his thumb to hoist your waist up higher, just enough to slide your body onto his length better.

“It’s so warm inside you.” Urogi chirps, already panting with pure love and happiness in his mind. His talons dig into your waist, leaving pointed indents into your skin, the pain quickly becoming too much to bear. “I’m so happy~! I could stay here forever~ Holding you just like this, it really feels good to fuck you like this.”

His words make you realize that you have no sense of rational thinking left, your body isn’t even your own at this point. Overcome with the overwhelming feeling of his happiness crashing into you, your needy cunt squeezes down hard around the base of his pulsing cock, feeling how eager he is to fill you up the second his head kisses your sopping entrance. He was showing no mercy towards you, bucking his hips in different directions, experimentally testing to see which one you liked best, but didn’t pay attention to anything he liked because he liked them all. Hearing your voice and feeling you overstimulate him was enough for his satisfaction, he just wanted to enjoy the ride.

There was an unspoken agreement that Urogi had finally managed to squeeze his cock inside your pussy, stuffing every last inch of himself into your fluttering entrance. But what neither of you knew was that Urogi’s excitement would push his cock even further inside you, ramming past your velvety walls and right into the most tender spot he could manage to find. 

“Urogi-nGH! FUCK! T-That’s too deep! S-Slow down, ah! Ah!” You can feel Urogi fuck his cock deeper into your abused cunt, despite your breathless concerns, but he fucked harder and more persistently, reminding you that that’s all they are. Concerns.

Urogi grabs hold of your chin and turns your face towards his, smiling at your fucked our expression. You had taken it for granted when you didn’t have to see the face that made you so vulnerably turned on, but now that you’re so close to him, you can’t avoid it. His name falls from your lips in a whisper before Urogi matches your glistening lips with his upturned ones, giddily initiating a sweet and tender kiss. There was no correlation between what his mouth was capable of and what his body was capable of, as his mouth was probably the sweetest thing about him, and his body the complete opposite.

The words, “Beautiful,” and, “Pretty,” come from under his breath, what would only be mindless praise and yet it ignites sparks within the depths of your core, that are enough for you to curiously grind your hips back between the lips of your soaked cunt, willingly taking more of him now more comfortably. You roll your bottom lip in between your teeth and exhale sharply, beads of sticky sweat gathering on your brow and forehead. How could anyone blame you for getting excited?

Urogi already treated you like a fuck doll, a toy only to be played with over and over again, with no concern of breaking it. But he also kissed you like he meant it, soon curling his branded tongue on top of your own, lovingly gulping down the saliva in your mouth, making polite slurping noises. All while pounding into you, his claws running up and down your stomach and chest.

“You taste so sweet,” Urogi coos and pecks your cheek, “So sweet my precious hashira. I’m going to fill you up so good you won’t even have to think about fighting anyone else anymore~ No one’s better than me, say it~?” 

At that moment, you couldn’t hold back anymore.

A moan tears from your throat when you feel his length push past what you thought could never be reached, yet was so easily discovered by a demon by complete accident. Simply because he’s just too happy to realize it. You gasp out in shock and only continue to do so when Urogi’s hips quicken, now repeatedly prodding at the sensitive area, the head of his cock nearly splitting you open.

“Urogi! Ngh! Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck! U-Urogi~!” Hearing his name only makes him more happy, almost like adding wood to a burning flame, his smile grows wider and wider until he finally can’t handle it anymore and a pair of fangs bite right back into you, a place higher than before on the same shoulder. “MM!” You cover your mouth, and feel the brutal, raw strength of a demon abuse your pussy.

There’s a perfect mixture of pain from his cock wrecking your insides and hitting all of your sweet spots that leaves you speechless. You begin to sound almost strained as you choke back on your own breath from how you bite down on your wrist to hold back.

“You’re taking me so well. It’s like your body was made for me. That makes me so unbelievably happy~!”

Now it was clear. You adored being used. Being worshiped and loved, by Urogi and Urogi alone. Because he did so with such enthusiasm, in his strange yet exciting way, his cock now nudging the small, tender spot of your cervix in harsh movements, your sensitive walls spasm around his girth, causing you to cry out his name in multiple chants. Through teary eyes, you realize that your arms are now well decorated with deep, red layers of crescent marks, making your face hotter at the sight.

You love the feeling of shame and guilt swirling inside your head, and maybe it’s the confusion of if you should even be allowing something like this to even happen in the first place, but you absolutely love it. The feeling of having such a shameless demon fuck you senseless, or the feeling of finally getting the chance to be wild and free and partially in control. But the shame was overshadowed by the sheer feeling of love buzzing off of the demon, only thinking of what’s happening in the moment and how wet you are, dripping arousal from your oozing pussy and drooling saliva from your hung open lips. Urogi just can’t stop smiling.

“You're perfect,” You can barley hear what he’s mumbling, “So fuckin’ perfect! I’m so lucky!” His large hand places itself over your spasming abdomen, applying just the right amount of pressure onto the moving, aching bulge of his cock inside you. Now more than ever, his cock was heavy inside of you. Hot to the touch and so are you, which could only mean one thing.

You try to notice as many details as you could. His long hair, the way his wings flapped every now and then, and the way his pupils dilated in the pool of his golden eyes. You wanted to remember everything, especially the sound of his voice which had grown louder and more boisterous than before. If that was even possible.

Urogi can very well see the tears prick your delicate eyes, gathering globs of his overwhelming pleasure on the corners of your lashes threatening to spill onto your cheeks. Fully focused on the painful look of you struggling to not break, Urogi’s breath fans across your ear, nibbling on the shell of it, returning the same feeling you had gotten that started all this in the first place. “Look at you, taking me so well! It really is fun playing with a human~ but it looks like you’re so close to breaking, can’t hold on any longer, hhmmhm~?” He bites again.

“Nngh! S-So good-Urogi! M-MHMM! I-I’m not gon—fuck! U-Urog-hi!” You can’t even bring yourself to respond, hypnotized by the way his hips are drilling into you and how forcibly he’s moving. You can only scream out, anything goes, and hold out as best as you can. “Ngh! Hmm!” Suddenly, your body tenses up, freezing momentarily and squeezing his cock harder than ever. That’s what makes Urogi stop laughing and gasp out.

You can’t even bring yourself to say the words that would surely make his ego skyrocket, so you bite down on your arm and let his name fall out from clenched teeth. Urogi tightens his grip on your waist and chokes out, hips still thrusting into you sloppily, and hugs you tighter.

“So soon~? Ah, my precious hashira can’t take me anymore? Do you want me to fill your pretty pussy up? Poor poor human, I won’t even mind if you wanna go a second round? Or third?” Urogi laughs and stuffs his cock deeper into your fluttering hole, “Fourth? If we go five times I’ll surely be happy! Happier than anyone else in the world!”

His hair flops to the side, catching against his horns and throws his head back, turning into a rabid animal to which your body gladly accepts. He sucks in a breath at the feeling of your walls tightening around him, the warmth of your insides wrapping around him and refusing to let go just like he is. With an open mouth, Urogi groans your name, letting a thin string of drool fall down his chin, laughing when he looks back at you.

“You’re getting all tense, Y/n,” His golden eyes trail onto your back, slapping his hand over your ass, “You gonna break? I wouldn’t mind, promise!”

And break, you do. Under his hold, you feel a sharp force tighten low in your core, one final thrust of the head of his aching cock tears that knot in two and you finally scream out. With your perfect song piercing his ears, his hips buck up with ease, and he lets himself go. Warmth surges through your body as the demon’s hot liquid shoots inside of you, filling your sore, velvety walls up to the brim with cum. As you cry out louder, Urogi continues thrusting deeper, not even thinking to stop until he sees the mixture of the white, creamy fluid burst from out of your pussy and form a ring around his cock does he slow down.

With a chuckle, his eyes focus in and he settles, admiring the feeling of your sweet whimpers and even sweeter pussy clench onto him, twitching and oozing along with his cock spilling warm cum into you.

“Yes~! That’s it, fuck...mhm~” Urogi exhales, sticking his tongue out sloppily, “You’re amazing, just like that! My precious hashira’s so cute when she cums all for me~” You can’t bear it anymore. You stuff your face into your folded arms and whine out, tired of his constant praise and happiness, he finally reached a limit and now you were to embarrassed to even hear him. Urogi laughs at your response and pulls out entirely, watching the way his cock springs out inside of you, unintentionally slapping its weight against the curve of your ass just enough for you to twitch in surprise.

You bathe in his after glow, his golden hour, feeling the warm fluid gushing past your sore pussy lips and running down the inside of your thigh, some dribbling down the middle of your legs entirely. The sweet smell of sex and hot air panting from both of your mouths mixes into the cold, bitter night, making the scene weirdly comfortable, like you can stay there for longer if asked too. Just then, Urogi pulls your body to the side, flipping you over on your back, since he’s well aware you can’t do it yourself, and smiles down at you.

You hadn’t realized how much you missed seeing his face in it’s entirety. What was once smiling out of pure joy from seeing looks of terror and horror on your face, had turned soft and delighted, glowing with a dim light emitting from his squinted eyes and bright smile. You swallow nervously and look up at him through your lashes. His horns seem to be at their highest given your position, and he seems to be growing taller by the second. Urogi’s face isn’t at all calm though, he’s beaming with stray hairs scattering all over his head and sweating like he just got back from running miles, and his wings are fluttering as if they’re on edge from any small noise around him.

He’s panting breathlessly, and there’s a slight glisten to the tops of his thighs which you quickly look away from. He made such a mess out of you, yet he’s smiling about it?

“Wow~ That was fun.” Urogi exhales and pushes his raven colored hair up from his damp forehead, “Felt good, huh?” You nod your head and exhale in relief, “Well, my precious hashira, I guess that’s it then, right?” The demon pouts, smiling afterwards with a shit eating grin. You look up at him and part your lips to say something, but he cuts you off before you can. “You're free to go if you want. But I have a feeling you'd rather stay and have fun with me. Isn’t that right?”

He wasn’t wrong at all. How could you refuse?

[coeurdalene]

cento between the ending and the end

masterlist | ao3

summary: you leave home, desperate to escape the disillusionment. then you meet the avatar. (the rest is history.)

pairing: zuko x fire nation!reader

warning(s): mentions of canon-typical violence i guess?

word count: 2.65k

a/n: this is based off of cameron-awkward rich’s poem “cento between the ending and the end.” it made me think of atla so that’s what this is.

sometimes you don’t die

when you’re supposed to

Chey runs into the camp with his face flushed, his chest heaving, and his eyes burning bright. He’s beaming as he rushes over to where you and Jeong Jeong sit at opposite sides of a Pai Sho board, your mentor’s eagle eyes fixed on the game as he mulls over his options for his next move. He’s grinning as he slams his hands on the table, rattling the Pai Sho tiles and startling you out of your stupor, but failing to disturb Jeong Jeong’s unperturbed state. He’s glowing as he glances back and forth between the two of you with excitement and insuppressible hope—something you haven’t seen (or felt) in a long time. Then four words tumble out of his mouth and you understand why. The Avatar has returned. The gaping hole in your chest shivers and golden eyes light up in the back of your mind—angry, determined, ablaze.

and now i have a choice

(“Do you think he knows?” you ask as Jeong Jeong reaches out to move one of his Pai Sho tiles. “About the Avatar, I mean.” “I think that you don’t need me to answer that question for you and that you won’t figure it out by staying here,” he replies, sage and resolute. “But, let us finish this game first. I have a feeling that I am about to win.” You don’t miss the twinkle in his eye as he places the white lotus tile onto the board—in the center spot—with a soft click.)

repair a world or build

a new one inside my body

He’s standing in the middle of a tiny Earth Kingdom village, clutching an outdated and worn-out map while squinting at and attempting to decipher jumbled scribbles of names of towns and landmarks, when you accidentally bump into him. Tall, tan, topknot, toothy grin. He asks you if there are any towns nearby where he can stock up on food and supplies. You grin back. His name is Sokka from the South Pole, good with directions—when he has a proper map—and great with plans. And a nonbender, but decent with a sword and a master with the boomerang. (“Hold on, a boomerang?” you ask, one eyebrow raised as he pulls out the polished weapon from the sheath on his back, the shiny metal glinting in the sun. “Yeah, is there something wrong with that?” he counters. “No, not really,” you reply, watching as he flips it lightly into the air and as it lands neatly back in his palm. “I’ve just never met anyone who uses a boomerang as a weapon.” He laughs, “Well, I guess that makes me one of a kind, baby.”) Sokka is all sharp angles—outgoing and sarcastic, letting out a loud whoop and clapping you on the shoulder when you flash the blade of a dagger and admit that you don’t bend either. He’s boisterous at times and you quickly learn that his infectious laugh is a common occurrence, paying no attention to the slight hitch in his breath that precedes each fit of hysterics. Later, as you lead him to a bustling harbor town nearby, he introduces you to his little band of travelers. Katara. Smooth lines to complement her brother’s cacophonous nature—kind eyes and a soft smile, long hair braided down her back, calm but resolute—and a waterbender. She’s approachable and easy to talk to, immediately welcoming and easy to befriend. Yet, Katara can be sharp when she wants to be. You take note as she hurls witty insults at Sokka’s navigation skills. Appa and Momo. A flying bison and a winged lemur, two creatures you’ve only ever read about in the dusty books in your father’s library. Momo chitters and flies around you a few times out of curiosity before returning to circle Appa’s head. The bison grunts in your direction and continues to amble forward. And Aang. The Avatar. Wide-eyed, grinning, full of hope. So much so that you feel like you’re dreaming.

a white door opens

As soon as the town comes into sight, Aang and Katara rush ahead—Momo, too—eager to visit the shops and market stalls. Sokka stays behind with you and Appa. He’s quiet for a moment, then the question tumbles out of his mouth. You’re from the Fire Nation, aren’t you? You should have seen it coming from miles away.

into a place queerly brimming

(“It’s been nearly two years since I left. Most of the time, I find myself not wanting to go back.” “But it’s still home,” Sokka adds. “Yeah,” you sigh and swallow the lump in your throat. “It’s still home.”)

gold light so velvet-gold

It’s unexpected, but so sincere. Why don’t you come along with us? You can’t suppress the smile and the feeling of warmth that spreads through your body when you climb up onto Appa’s back. As the flying bison takes off into the sky, you feel the wind around you and something surging—the hole in your chest shrinking and beginning to heal.

it is like the world

hasn’t happened

You can’t push the image out of your head—Yue falling backward, her white-blonde hair pooling in the water and curling around her head like a halo. You remember the tranquility that washed over the princess’s face, the stillness in the air as she fell, and the solemnity as she sank to the bottom. Even though it’s been days, the scene is still as clear and still as haunting. To your left, Sokka laughs at one of Aang’s jokes. This time, you catch onto the slight hitch in his breath. It’s an indication—he’s lost something important and hasn’t yet forgiven himself. (You feel the same way, sometimes.) You wonder what else the war has taken from him. At night, you recall burnt skin warped around an angry eye. A startling clash of red and gold—so vivid, so noble, so hurt. Your shaking hands clutching onto his tear-stained shirt, trembling voice demanding him to come back soon. How quickly soon became a year, then two. Then three. You remember the pervading silence that followed his exile. It’s the same silence that followed Yue’s descent. The war, cruel and unforgiving, hangs overhead.

when i call out

all my friends are there

Toph Beifong is an avalanche of a girl—chaotic, strong, unable to stop once set into motion. It’s no wonder that she and Katara butt heads so quickly. But, she fits in nicely, works well with the group after she and Katara reconcile their differences, and dedicates herself to the cause. At a first glance, Toph is reckless and wild when it comes to earthbending—much like a hotheaded firebender you know. Yet, you have never seen someone push and pull at dirt and stone with as much grace and precision as the tiny blind girl. One night, after you finish describing the constellations in the sky to her, admiring them for their complexity and ineffable beauty, she shares her wisdom with you. You find something, you grab onto it, and you make it uniquely yours. Toph is the friend you always wanted and never had. One brimming with insights and always moving toward some honorable goal, but unafraid to break a few things along the way—rules, walls, bones. One who will listen intently without judging or mocking you when you have something to say—and does exactly that when you let out your pent-up resentment that had been building up for the past few years toward the values you had been raised on. One who you know you can trust. Your little band of travelers doesn’t feel so little anymore and the hole in your chest grows smaller and smaller with each passing day.

everyone we love

is still alive

His hair is grown out. It hangs messily across his forehead, let loose from the neat ponytail he used to tie it into. He looks more relaxed, less uptight, free from everything that forced him to hold his tongue, unafraid of what’s behind his back. His smile feels whole. You like him better this way. It’s a bit comical—meeting him again in a city so far from where you thought he would find comfort in, looking so different from the last time you saw him. (And working in a tea shop, something you never thought he’d ever been willing to do.) Yet, you find him standing in the middle of that small crooked building in Ba Sing Se’s Lower Ring, gracefully pouring tea into a customer’s cup before bidding them a good day and moving on to the next table. It’s no wonder that you almost don’t recognize him. But the familiarity comes flooding back the moment he pulls you into his arms after leading you out into the secluded alleyway behind the teashop. You cry into his chest. Because it’s been so long and I missed you so much. He holds you tighter. Because I’m sorry.

gathered

at the lakeside

Stepping back onto Ember Island’s shores feels surreal. Walking through the front doors of your family home, even more so. Your parents greet you warmly, ask you about your travels, fill you in on what you’ve missed. Your older brother cracks some jokes, punches your shoulder lightly, and tells you he only missed you a bit. He finds you standing on the beach that evening. Your toes buried in the sand, hands in your pockets, a contemplative look on your face. Together, you recall memories of your childhoods. Days spent sitting stiffly in stuffy classrooms with perfect posture and seemingly engaged expressions, attentively listening to lectures about “our nation’s glory.” Hours of military and political history—Sozin, Azulon, and various generals and commanders whose names and accomplishments you could rattle off. (Names and accomplishments that you forced out of your mind the second you stepped foot off Fire Nation soil.) Evenings spent running barefoot on the beach, dancing in the salty breeze with pink clouds and a sunset in the background. Or sparring, him critiquing your skills or you showing off a new technique you learned while your feet sank into the soft sand and some noisy gulls flew overhead. Nights spent angrily whispering at him to shut up and leave you alone because, somehow, he always knew when you were awake when you weren’t supposed to be, always knew where you were hiding in your father’s library, and always knew what—or rather who—was on your mind. When you go quiet, he asks what you’re thinking about. You can’t seem to find the right words.

like constellations

(“Remember when Ruon-Jian asked you out and you responded by punching him in the face?” “Yeah,” you laugh, remembering how the boy had approached you with an atrocious pick-up line and how you had so desperately wanted to wipe the smug grin off his face. “He was an asshole.” Your brother snickers, “Good times.” You echo emptily, “Good times.”)

my honeyed kin

Ba Sing Se falls overnight. The news comes in the form of your brother bursting through the doors of your father’s library, where you’re sitting peacefully in an armchair and paging through a book about stars and other celestial objects. When you look up, you’re met with a frown, eyes wavering—strained, a little bit scared. It doesn’t take you long to figure out that there’s something wrong. A letter from Azula follows and, two days later, you’re within the concentric stone walls again. You know you should let Zuko be. Let him wallow. Give him space to mourn. But Azula smirks and lets slip the shred of knowledge that gives her the upper hand. She’s seen glimpses—sunlight glinting off the blades of your daggers, blurs of the hair ribbons you always wear. Traitor.

honeyed light

The air surrounding the top deck is cold and stiff and bitter on the ship ride home, but it’s where he is, so you stay—your head resting against his shoulder, his arm around your waist. You ask him if he finds it strange to be going home after so many years away. When he doesn’t respond, you turn your gaze up to his face and find him staring out into the distance, expression blank, mouth set in a firm line. But, his eyes look so lost and he feels so far away. The hole in your chest begins to widen again.

beneath the sky

a garden blue stalks

white buds

(Ozai raises his fist. Iroh covers your eyes. “No one should have to witness something so terrible,” he tells you afterward. Something inside you shifts out of place.)

the moon’s

marble glow

You left to chase after a boy. Azula stands with her hands on her hips, looking proud of her comment. She wants you to stand up and yell back at her, prove her wrong—and she is wrong. Azula is wrong. You left because you wanted to, because you were tired, because everything you had been told was a lie. And it wasn’t Zuko’s banishment that had shown you that. Those seeds were planted years before, nurtured over the summers you spent away from home honing your skills with shiny silver knives, watered with your sweat and incessant curiosity. (“More like nosiness,” your brother would have called it.) Soon, they sprouted, stretched their roots and tied themselves down, resisting any deweeding from indoctrination attempts during the school years. Seeing Zuko, with a bandage over his eye and his shoulders slumped and his entire being so broken only gave them more room to grow. And they grew. Tendrils curling and suffocating the sickly-sweet praises of the nation’s magnificence and grandeur (and lies). Roots digging deeper until the only thing burning through you when you thought of the nation you grew up in was resentment and hatred and every other ugly feeling that made you sick to your stomach. And so, you left. Azula is wrong. But, you’re tired of fighting her. So you smile politely, in the way you’ve been taught to. Maybe I did.

the fire

distant and flickering

The air feels drier and hotter with each passing day. It’s unsettling and sets off something within you—makes you wonder what it’s leading up to and if there’s a storm on its way. At night, when Zuko stands with you on your balcony—the two of you leaning against the railing, shoulders touching, gazing at the navy blue expanse of sky—you fall into him, searching for the comfort of his arms. Because something’s coming and I don’t think it’s good. He holds you closer. Hands gripping your waist, fingers laced tightly with yours like he’s afraid you’ll slip through the cracks and fall away from him. Because I feel it, too. You receive a small package and a letter from Piandao the next day. (“Your friend Sokka is a fine swordsman,” it reads. “He is a very good student, asks a lot of questions, and is somewhat unconventional. He reminded me a bit of you.”) Something at the bottom of the letter, scribbled in the corner, catches your eye. He’s alive. You open up the package and a Pai Sho tile falls into your palm, the white lotus engraved on its face.

the body whole bright-

winged brimming

Toph and Sokka and Suki and you. (And Katara and Zuko and Aang. Where are they?) Red. Glaring brightness. Body sore. On the verge of breaking. A ringing in your ears. The smell of something burning. You can’t remember anything else.

with the hours

of the day

(Funnily enough, you’ve never felt more whole.)

beautiful

nameless planet

Afterward, he kisses you hard. Urgent, but sweet, arms wrapping tightly around your waist. Because I don’t know what I would’ve done if I didn’t make it out with you by my side. You kiss him back. Soft and delicate, hands resting against his chest. Because I love you, too.

oh

friends, my friends—

bloom how you must, wild

until we are free.

[yanderelmk]

Hello hello! ☆ May I request yandere Peng (from LMK season 4) x Female reader? Headcanons or an scenario you can choose between those two! ♡ (since I have lack of creativity I'm sorry :'D) I am ok with it! ☆☆☆

Thank you so much and have a nice day! 💖

Peng I imagine is the type of person that will fight for your honor, but not in the modern incel way. He genuinely wants you to feel honored and respected, and any who contradict that will get air-dropped into a polar bear's zoo enclosure

I imagine he likes bringing you gifts that can go from shiny jewels to outright gold coins

Considering he last graced the Earth with his presence uncountable centuries (even millennia) ago, it wouldn't surprise me if he follows old courting traditions. Any dates he would have you home by sundown (must keep your reputation in mind to show he's considerate)

He loves to show off. Just give him a reason. He wants to show to you that he's the most capable provider for you and that means slamming the sledgehammer on one of those Test Your Strength carnival games so hard the bell flies off into the stratosphere

Expect him to make comments about you being his queen and wanting to treat you how a queen ought to be treated

I want so. So badly to say that as an eagle he has a mating dance except it's the smoothest thing you've ever seen because he began actively studying new forms of dance in an effort to truly impress you

Love language will consist of making blanket nests b/c who wants to sleep on a rectangle? That's weirdo behavior

Will totally constantly talk about how the both of you are clearly the superior couple

He likes to keep watch over you at night especially since that's when you're at your most vulnerable

That bitch Helen stole your parking space? He's got you covered dw sweetheart you just give him five minutes

Will gladly carry you and fly you anywhere you want to go

"If nothing else in this wretched world is worth saving, at least I can protect my most precious treasure."

When he is tired he will rest his beak in your hand and will accept head pets

Might attempt to preen you, beware

You know with how sharp his beak looks if he deems they've disrespected you enough/pissed him off enough he could totally just do a lil peck-peck at their eyes

[unmaskthewriter]

Home {Charles Smith x Native!Reader}

A/N: This story went through so many ideas. I couldn’t decide, especially because I just feel like my writing isn’t good enough right now, especially bc I try to keep my writing short bc I am not creative enough for long stories and I’m stretching for ideas because I love to write. Thinking about taking requests. Also reader is gender neutral. Might edit this to be an OC fic later on. Also I apologize if this is a little OOC. It’s my first time writing for Charles.

Warnings: canon typical violence, fluff, angst, mourning/grieving, canon character death

Word Count: 1.8k

1899

You met him one afternoon when he entered the reservation to speak with your father and brother. He was a dark skinned man with a long, black braid down the center of his scalp, ending towards the middle of his back. You were sitting alongside your father.

“Father, when will we draw the line? They’ve stolen our horses, they attack our women—“ Eagles Flies ranted.

“Enough, son. We can have our horses returned without fighting.” Rains Fall tried to dissuade his son. You made eye contact with the strange man.

“Rains Fall is right. I will not start a fight over some horses.” He spoke firmly. Eagle Flies lets out a frustrated sigh, storming from the tent. You quickly follow, witnessing through the flaps of the tent as Eagle Flies mounts the strange man’s horse and rides off into the night.

“He stole your horse.” You state plainly, a small smirk playing at your lips.

“My child, please take Charles Smith and find your brother. He is running toward a dangerous situation.” Rains Fall explains from across the tent. So, Charles is his name.

“I know, Father.” You nod and lead Charles to the hitching posts. In front of you stood a tall, warped brindle Arabian.

“Kiona.” You spoke softly, drawing a carrot from your satchel and feeding her. Quickly mountain, Charles mounts behind you.

“A beautiful horse.” He compliments as you follow the trail out of the reservation.

“Found her just outside the reservation. Tamed her myself.” You smile, lightly gripping the reins. Silence passes.

“What do you think about living here… on the reservation, I mean?” He questions.

“It’s not terrible… but my people have suffered. If I could help them escape, I would but with the U.S Army breathing down our necks, it’s impossible,” You respond, “My brother has good intentions, he just… doesn’t always think things through… why don’t you tell me about yourself, Mr. Smith?”

“I know a few men like that,” Charles chuckled, “and please, call me Charles. Mr. Smith is my father. My mother was Indian, and my father a black man. We lived with her people for some time, until one day, some men took her and never came back… my father was never the same after that.”

“I’m… I’m sorry to hear that.” You respond quietly, a frown tearing at the edges of your lips. Up ahead, Charles spotted his horse on the edge of a camp. After reuniting with Eagle Flies in the camp that Charles and his friends inhabited, your brother gathered a small party to reclaim the stolen horses.

“Arthur, we must go with them… to try to stop things from getting… out of hand.”

“I guess… come along. We can get them more horses.” The older man, Arthur, agreed. Charles turned to you, placing a hand to your shoulder.

“Please, return to your father. We will get the horses back.” Charles reassures you.

“Do not worry about the horses, just bring my brother home safe.”

“I promise.” Charles nods to you before mounting his horse and following the others into the night. You did as Charles had asked, and waited at the reservation for the return of your brother.

Hours passed before you witnessed Eagles Flies, Paytah and Charles leading the horses back into the reservation. Rains Fall watches from the entrance of his tent as you approach the group.

“Don’t run off like that again.” You tell Eagles Flies as you wrap your arms around his slender frame. He chuckles, returning the hug.

“Do not worry about me, little one. I am the one who has to protect you.” He spoke softly before pulling away and walking towards your father. You looked at Charles who stood back a few feet. He mounts his horse as you approach.

“Thank you, Charles… for bringing my brother back safely. I’m… my people are indebted to you.” You declare, gently taking his hand. He squeezes it gently before pulling away and leaving.

You should have expected the U.S Army would retaliate.

They came in the night under the cover of darkness, capturing young men and women of the tribe, you amongst them. With a sack pulled over your head and hands and feet bound with tight rope, you couldn’t see or move. All you could feel was the butt of the gun smashing against your head and knocking you unconscious.

For hours, you drift to and from unconsciousness. The sack had been removed from your head, but you were still bound, suspended from the ceiling. Occasionally, soldiers would come and land a few punches and kicks, trying to elicit a response before giving up.

It wasn’t long before you could hear shouting and… gunfire? You hang there, looking around drearily. One of your eyes was swollen shut, bottom lip busted and bruises littering your frame.

“They’re in here!” A familiar voice shouted and weakly you lifted your head to see Charles breaking the lock on the door. He rushes to your side, carefully cutting the ropes to release you. Swiftly, you fell to the ground with a small groan.

“I’m sorry, come on. Are you alright to walk?”

“… ‘m fine.. where’s my brother?” You asked as Charles wrapped an arm around you and helped you to walk.

“Don’t worry, Arthur has him… come on, let’s get out of here.” He encourages you, mounting his horse and carefully lifting you up. You sit behind him, slumped against him. A gunfight ensues during the escape, but you’re too tired and weak to care.

“Alright, we’re at the river. Let’s get you in a canoe.” His sweet voice explains to you, carefully lifting you from the horse and placing you down in the canoe. You laid back against the seat, too tired to sit up.

“Are they okay?” A voice called out as you closed your eyes.

“We just need to-“

And you were out cold.

It was midday when you awoke, the sunlight bleeding in from the tent flaps. You look around slowly, noticing your bloody clothes had been removed, and replaced with a clean tanned leather dress. Underneath, you were bandaged. You could barely see from your left eye, and upon licking your lips you tasted old blood.

“You’re awake.” Charles entered the tent, kneeling down beside you.

“How long was I out?” You ask, gently rubbing your temple as you sit up. He extends a cup of water, to which you graciously accept.

“Half a day. You were beaten up pretty bad. Eagle Flies is okay, he’s recovering.” Charles answered any questions you’d have. You relax slightly as you drink the water he provided. A moment passes between you both.

“Eagle Flies will not let this go, Charles.” You tell him, setting the cup down on the small nightstand.

“I know, I know… just rest now. It’ll be alright.” He comforts you as you lay back down on the bed to rest and recover.

Days had passed before you and Eagle Flies had recovered from your wounds. You returned to your duties, helping the sick and elderly. It wasn’t long before Eagle Flies demanded justice for those who were hurt by the U.S Army.

“Today, we ride! No longer will we be abused and killed by the Army, for sport, for oil!” He shouted, leading a small war party from camp. You watched as father looked on with a frown before mounting his own horse, and following.

It was a quiet day within the reservation. Eagle Flies had fled with some of the brave warriors of the tribe to strike the heart of the tribe’s issues — Cornwall Kerosene and Tar.

He’s your brother, although sometimes it doesn’t feel as though that’s the case. While he was brave and headstrong, you were more calm and peaceful like your father.

With the galloping of hooves outside, you and your father emerge from the tent. Arthur, pale and sickly, dismounts his horse while Charles follows, carefully helping Eagle Flies down from the horse. You take a small step forward, frowning.

“Bring him to me.” Your father commanded, watching as your brother was transported to the small enclosure. You follow, sitting down beside your father as the men carefully place Eagle Flies down. Rains Fall takes hold of his son’s hand as you place a gentle hand to your brother’s cheek. Tears begin to roll.

“My son.” Rains Fall whispered as his son took his final breath. You sobbed, leaning over your brother’s body. Arthur and Charles left the tent, speaking amongst themselves for a moment.

“I’m sorry, but we must pack and move…”

1907

With the changing of the seasons and the passing of the years, you grew into a young adult. It was shortly after the tribe’s arrival in Canada that Charles Smith left to return to his friends.

“Charles, please, wait!” You call out, following him to his horse. You pull something from your satchel, holding it out to him. It was a trinket adorned with a small moose antler with a coyote fang on one end, and a cougar fang on the other, “Take this.”

Charles carefully takes the trinket, examining the craftsmanship before looking at you, “Thank you. This is… amazing.”

“You are one of us.” You reassure him as he puts on the trinket, mounting his horse. He leans down, taking your hand and squeezing gently.

“Until we meet again.” He tells you before releasing your hand and riding off.

It didn’t take you much longer to leave as well, the pain of your brother’s loss being too much to bear. You wandered across the states, never staying in one place for too long. Your mind often wandered to all those years ago, the people you met, and the people you lost. No matter where you traveled, you always felt like something was missing, never feeling at home. Saint Denis was never your cup of tea, but it was a good place to gather supplies and clean up. The sound of a trumpet filled the streets between the random conversations throughout town and noises from the railroad you had overheard. You were standing outside the post office, sliding a letter over the desk.

“To Rains Fall in Canada,” You mention as you glance to your right for a moment. In the distance, two familiar men were crossing the cobblestones street to the docks. Quickly, you pay the man in the window before leading Kiona to the men.

“Charles?” You called out softly, slowly releasing Kiona’s reins. He stopped, and turned on his heel to face you. He looked different — his hair was no longer shaved and braided but instead splayed freely around his shoulders. He wore a collared shirt and vest that had seen better days. There were some bruises and scarring to his face and knuckles but he was still the man you met all those years ago. Before you knew it, you both were running toward each other to embrace. He lifts you into his arms, taking a slow, deep breath.

“I never thought I’d see you again.” You cry quietly, remembering all too well the day he left.

“I’m here now.” He spoke softly into your neck, his hot breath hitting your soft skin.

Home wasn’t with the tribe. Home didn’t have four walls and a roof. Home was in his arms, you knew that now.

[tempting-andromeda]

NSFW HEADCANONS 3

Characters: Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch Van Der Linde, Charles Smith, Javier Escuella, Sean MacGuire, Lenny Summers, Kieran Duffy, Micah Bell, Eagle flies

Arthur Morgan

Bites your lip while you kiss. He’ll suck on it but he thinks biting it is even more attractive.

Has a biiig thing for eye contact. He keeps his eyes on you the whole time but if you look at him it sends him

He tries not to be too rough but he’s caught himself a few times applying too much force into shifting positions or grabbing the back of your thighs

Occasionally teases you but it’s mostly full of praise. Like “look at you” with a slight chuckle.

John Marston

Has once broken his cot and didn’t stop. It boosted the fuck out of his ego

Does not shut up. It’s physically impossible for him to stay silent and not make a sound.

Sometimes when he’s a little drunk and needy he’ll stand behind you and slowly grind himself into you

If you rub his thighs or his arms he gets turned on. He acts like you’re practically throwing yourself onto him and he’s holding himself back if you just squeeze his bicep.

Dutch Van Der Linde

He likes to lead you into intimacy. Like helping you change or helping you unwind knowing he’s a lil heated

Likes to be the mastermind of the situation. He asked you to put on that outfit because he knew he’d be taking it off

Likes to take his time to admire you no matter how flustered you get. He runs his cold rings along your stomach and smirks

Coaxes you into things by kissing your ankles or neck while he leads you into positions.

Charles Smith

If you have your period I think he’d be great at it. Like he’d know exactly what to do.

Cannot set a constant pace to save his life. He can start slow and steady but if he finishing like that? Absolutely not

He isn’t used to someone taking care of him but when you do? He’s barely able to stay still. He’s forcing his hips from bucking and he’s biting his bottom lip.

He likes of you hold his hair back while he goes down on you. He fuels something within him.

Javier Escuella

Always presses his face into your neck

Ik we say John is whiny and shit but Javier?! I bet he’d throw his head back and let out a breathy whine

Sometimes he “edges” himself by pulling out or stops moving his hips so he doesn’t finish and can last longer

Stays quiet sometimes but just grunts and mumbles into your ear

Sean MacGuire

Doesn’t even bother to get either of you completely undressed. He complains when it gets in his way but he finds it a bit attractive.

He’d get off humping your leg if you wanted. He’s so bad it’s nearly pathetic (in a hot way)

Horrendous at pillow talk or aftercare. But he tries. He usually comes down by like chuckling softly and being like “yer legs were over my shoulders”

Loses his mind is you tease him. Grab his thigh, accident caress his bulge? He’s about to break into tears if you keep it up.

Lenny Summers

He likes to hold your hand in missionary. He’ll grip onto it and sometimes he’ll accidentally pin your hands above your head because he wants to hold both of your hands

He’s into feedback when he goes down on you. He’s not the most experienced but he knows how to follow directions.

He gets dizzy and flustered from kisses so he likes when you cover him in kisses. He won’t complain if you’re wearing lipstick either

Holds the back of your head for nearly anything. While you’re going down on him, while he’s fucking you, while your kissing?

Kieran Duffy

Likes being behind you to hold you close and grab onto your chest and stomach. He gets so needy with it.

He gets embarrassed if you see his face so he tries to keep it hidden like he hides it in your hair, his arm, etc

Will knead your thighs if he’s between them. He’s grippin onto those bad boys like his life depends on it.

If you’re between his legs he’s bucking up into you and holding your head. He feels bad about it but he can’t help himself.

Micah Bell

He thinks messy sex that kinda makes you feel embarrassed afterwards is the best kind

Likes when your surprised by his actions. Like he’ll slap you and then kiss you and watch your confused and flustered reaction

Ruins clothes and he’s proud about it. He asks you to wear your favorite blouse just to rip all the buttons off

Loves to choke you. He thinks you look pretty with your face all red knowing that you’re letting him do this to you

Eagle Flies

He likes marks. Hickeys on either one of you, scratches, etc. he gets a rise seeing a mark he left the day before or he feels a little cocky when someone mentions the scratches on his back.

He pants and groans at anything when he’s in the mood. He physically can’t hold back. Run your fingers through his hair or gently touch his waist.

His hair down in missionary. That’s it.

He confident enough to beg. Like if you want him to be more desperate he is desperate. He’ll get on his knees and follow you to the bed.

[cowboyfromh3ll]

Last time u did a sex hcs for the vanderlinde gang but u forgot our sassy pookie bear eagle flies(which is understandable considering her isn't part of the gang), so i think we should get him some smutty hcs just for him. Stuff like his fav positions, his fav place to do it, is he vanilla or not, if he's kinky what kind of kinks he has. Just stuff like that :3

Eagle Flies NSFW HC

My babygirl eagle flies, my beloved. Of course I'll write this for you.

Loves positions where he can see your ass so doggy, reverse cowgirl, your ass hanging off the bed, anything like that

I feel like he puts on a condom at first but half way through he takes it off and goes raw instead

I've said it before, but he loves car sex

His car windows r always foggy anytime you two are in there

Sometimes y'all will be parked up and he'll feign a sigh and stretch before reeling his chair back and looking at you suggestively

His back seats probably have several generations worth of children on em

Even though it's cramped he puts you in the same crazy positions

And yes he gets em deep cleaned don't worry

Also likes risk factor so he'll want to fuck no matter who's home or in the next room or outside the tent, it's honestly just more incentive for him to do it

I said before he'd want to try edging. When he has the patience, one of his favorite things to do will be to masturbate in front of eachother and keep edging until he can cum all over your face

I do think he'd be kinky but after a while of experimenting and figuring out what he likes, it's just based more on what you two feel like doing for the day

Into hair pulling, yank as hard as you can to see how loud he moans

Gets really into it and grips you real hard, like sometimes it gets uncomfortable

Would like it if you bit him or gave him hickeys. Would proudly wear them out in the open around camp or the general public. Just to show off that yes, he has a girlfriend. And yes, he gets some

Likes taking pictures of your face after he's cum on it or your pussy after he's finished inside. Saves em for when you're not around

That or you guys are making movies ifykwim

Likes it when you ride so he can grip your ass and guide you

[frozen-waters]

rewritten ask!! 🪻 eagle flies with a super kind, gentle, and patient gf. [maybe she's a doctor too, but that's up to you. 🤍] she's super easygoing and softspoken, not often saying much but her words radiate wisdom. she and eagle flies likely met through arthur ((who i'd like to imagine went to her and asked for help with tuberculosis due to her wisdom, but then again, she can't even do anything about it 'cause that's just not her thing)). the two hung out more often as she was quite eager to help the wapiti people get their land back. but peacefully. eagle flies liked this about her, and he confessed, now they're dating. woohoo! the thing is, even though she's usually good at convincing people out of dumb ideas, she couldn't convince eagle flies out of war with the united states army. when he gets injured ((killed? nope. that never happened)) after the battle, she's quick to aid him and she's apologizing a whole bunch, "i'm sorry i wasn't here to help you before," "i'm sorry you had to go through this pain," "i'm so sorry it took me so long to get here," etc. she takes care of him until full recovery ((whether doctor or not)). the end. everyone's happy. yippee!

thank u snookums 🤍

ofc ofc love you for this. also i haven't written an x reader in a bit so idk. I’m also not too sure that I wrote this the way you wanted but I tried and I’m also sorry that this took forever 💀

tw : some light gore, needles (mentioned), light angst (not really a tw but I figured I'd put it in), and definitely medical inaccuracies

Always Here (Eagle Flies x F!Reader)

Night set in on the Wapiti Reservation long ago. Some of the warriors who went off to fight at the oil fields had come back, others weren't so lucky. There still hasn't been any sign of Eagle Flies or Paytah yet, making the worry worse in everyone's stomachs. You and the other women have been helping the wounded men as best as any of you could, but with the sobbing of other people around the Reservation and the smell of metallic blood filling the air, it brought time to a crawl. There wasn't much on your mind as you dug bullets out of men, or stitched up their wounds, but when you'd leave them to rest with their wives, you feared for the state Eagle Flies would be found in.

You loved him dearly, you were afraid of him getting himself killed by going to fight the army. Of course you knew how important this was to him and you'd urge him to be as safe as he could but sometimes all you could do was hope he didn't get shot. You tended to his wounds when Charles had returned him from Fort Wallace, he hadn't spoken much, you understood why.

There was commotion outside the tent you were in as you sewed the gash on a man’s bicep back together, people had muttered things about Eagle Flies and your heart sank to your stomach, worry washing over you. You tied off the stitches and patted the man on the shoulder, offering him a smile before you wiped off your hands on your skirts and stood up, exiting the tent. There's a small gathering of people outside of Rains Fall's tent, you stand towards the back and wait for whoever was in their to come out and shed some light on what was happening.

It's another moment or two before Arthur and Charles come out of the tent, they turn and speak to each other for another minute before they hug, Arthur turns to leave. You glance at Charles before you follow Arthur.

"Arthur," You call to him. He stops in front of his horse and turns to face you. "What happened? Is Eagle Flies- is he-?"

"He's alive, don't worry." He takes a step closer to you and your shoulders relax. "Looks like you've been busy." He gestures loosely to your bloodied clothes, you hum in response and clasp your hands together in front of you, looking back at Rains Fall's tent, everyone had dispersed and began to pack the little belongings they had. "Charles says it's best if the Wapiti get outta here."

"What about you?" You turn to him again.

"Guess I'll just go back to doin' what I've always done."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize to me, go help Eagle Flies." He waves towards the tent and turns to mount his horse. You had known since Arthur first came to you that there'd be no way for his tuberculosis to die down, but it hurt seeing him get sicker, even if you hadn't known him before he had gotten so bad.

"Goodbye, Arthur." You take a few steps back as he maneuvers his horse back onto the path.

"So long, miss." Arthur tips his hat to you and rides out of the Reservation. You turn and head to Rains Fall's tent, Eagle Flies is laying on a bedroll inside, his father kneeling next to him. You sit next to Rains Fall, Eagle Flies eyes are closed, but his chest moves up and down as he breathes, his breathing slightly labored. You place your hand on the nape of his neck and run it down his shoulder. Rains Fall doesn't speak to you, he only looks at his son as he waits for him to say something. You look at the bullet wound on his abdomen and sigh.

"I will stay." Rains Fall says to you, his voice hoarse.

"I wasn't going to ask you to leave." He looks at you for a moment before he slides over a little, you move into the spot he was in previously. Eagle Flies eyes open slightly when you place a hand on his stomach, he sits up a tiny bit only for his father to place his hand on his shoulder and push him back down.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there earlier to help you." You say to Eagle Flies, your voice breaking slightly. He looks at you, slightly confused, but still with that tiredness and hurt in his eyes.

"Do not apologize," He mutters as he watches you grab for the tweezers you had tied around your hip.

"I... this will hurt." You tell both him and Rains Fall. Another woman had let herself into the tent with whiskey and bandages, you watch her as she sets them on the ground next to you and mutter a small, "Thank you" to her, she looks to you for a second and nods before she leaves. Eagle Flies clenches his jaw as you start digging around in his wound for the bullet, his grunts are muffled by his mouth, tears prick at your eyes as you watch more blood spill from the wound. There’s a horrible squelching sound that you’ve heard before, Eagle Flies lifts his hand and grabs your wrist as you finally find the bullet and begin to pull it out.

“I know, I know.” You tried to soothe him, he hisses through his teeth, his grip only tightening. “I’m almost done, okay? You’ll be alright, just- I just…” You trailed off, blinking away the tears threatening to spill out of your eyes. You looked to Rains Fall, you’d never seen him so pined without being the one who’s hurt. You ripped your hand away from Eagle Flies, he winced as you tore the bullet out of his body, you covered his open wound with your hands and pressed down on it. He groaned and gripped at the fabric of your shirt, trying to push you off of him.

You take the bottle of whiskey and move your hands away from him as you pour the liquid into his wound, he squirms as it bubbles up and stings at the bullet hole.

"I'm almost done, it wont hurt too much more in a few seconds." You un-tuck your shirt and wipe away the blood and spilt whiskey. You poke at his wound slightly, trying to feel how deep it went, if the bullet had been any deeper, he would've needed stitches. "Can you sit up?"

Eagle Flies nods slightly in response, Rains Fall helps his son sit up and you move to sit behind Eagle Flies. Rains Fall watches you as you wrap the bandages tightly around his son's abdomen.

"The worst parts over." You tell them both. Eagle Flies leans back against your chest and sighs. "You were very lucky."

"I know. Thank you." Eagle Flies knocks his head against yours gently and you smile.

"I'm sorry about the pain."

"I can handle it."

"I know." It's silent between the three of you for a few moments as you and Rains Fall listen to Eagle Flies breathe.

-- -- --

The sun will rise in a few hours. Everyone left the Reservation not too long ago, now traveling in wagons and on horseback as you head south to avoid Fort Wallace and the oil fields.

Eagle Flies has been in-and-out of sleep since he got loaded into one of the wagons with you, whereas you've gotten no sleep at all, too keen on watching him and waiting for anymore signs of discomfort. But as Eagle Flies lies awake now, on his back and looking up at the stars, he shifts his body to face you slightly.

"I'm happy you were here tonight." He whispers, voice a little gruff. You lay on your side and tuck your hands under your head.

"Me too," Eagle Flies scans over your face before he takes one of your still bloody hands into his own, you squeeze his hand slightly and scoot closer to him. "You should be better in a few months."

"That's not what I'm worried about."

"Well, you should be."

"I have no reason not to believe you when you tell me I'm going to be alright." You smile at him.

"Just don't get yourself hurt again somehow while you're still healing."

"I won't."

"Good." You and Eagle Flies stare at each other for a few more seconds before you move so that you're fully next to him, you wrap your arm under his ribs and around his back, careful not to hit his bullet wound, he chuckles softly and rests his head against your shoulder, wrapping a hand around your waist. The wood of the wagon is uncomfortable to sleep on even with a bedroll, but neither of you complain as you wrap yourselves around each other.

[thewriterg]

♡︎In the moment♡︎S.H

pairing(s): Steve Harrington x Fem!reader, Steve Harrington x Powerful!reader, Eddie Munson x Fem!reader, Nancy Wheeler x Fem!reader, Robin Buckley x Fem!reader

Summary: You get your powers back and in the process get hurt instead of Steve and he bandages you up instead of Nancy

Word count: 700+

Warning(s): Faint mention of blood, injuries, Slight stranger things spoiler ig?, reader has powers like the scarlet witch, Horny thoughts at a horrible time, sexual tension, and Language but that’s nothing new 😍

A/n: -GIF is not mine- But can we talk abt how Steve was so hottt in this season?? I Switched Roles for this and added my own spin but this Inspo is from @kiss-inthekitchen

“And you just couldn’t save of us from our death like this before!” Eddie screamed fighting off the oversized what you would say bats mixed with an eagle as you flicked your wrist a ball of crimson energy disabling the bats around Steve’s neck the group stopping to look at you in shock

“I told you I didn’t have my powers up until five minutes ago” You responded and as one of the creatures flew over Nancy before the girl could get bitten you threw another power source the creature squawking as it fell out of the air with a thud

“Just try to watch your backs!” You called out gravitating in the air a Flock of the spawn coming at all directions your friends fighting the few ones that got past you with a Canoe ore’s

Being distracted looking down at your friends one of the squealing bat-eagles launched itself on your back as you groaned loudly enough for the group to hear as more of the creatures swarmed you attacking any skin they could get as you struggled against them before screaming out in pain a crimson energy knocking the teens over the bat-eagles dropped out of the air like dead flies as you slow leveled yourself as well

“Get up we have to get moving there a lot more where that came from”

☏☏☏☏

While the group hid under skull rock watching the air clear from the creatures as you all slowly made you ways out sigh’s of relief heard throughout the group as you stumbled slightly dizziness rushing through you randomly as you leaned against the stone for support Steve quick to rush to your side forcing you to sit down with a grunt

“Im sorry what happened to The Whole vampire healing voo-doo” Robin rushed to your side next to Steve while Nancy ripped a piece of skirt

“Robin I just got my powers back I’m a little rusty I’m healing slower than usual” You groaned removing your hand from the front of your lower hip revealing the bite that was dug deep in your skin as Robin began to ramble on about symptoms of rabies as Steve Roughly pushed the girls arm

“Robin?”

“Yea?”

“I kinda wanna punch you” you panted as the girl nervously laughed just as Nancy finished ripping her skirt handing the fabric to Steve before dragging Robin by the arm out from under the rock

“You ready?” Steve questioned with the make like bandage hovering over your lower abdomen while you breathed heavily nodding out for him to get it over with as you lifted yourself from leaning on the rock your arms lifted in the air while you hands went to rake themselves through your tangled hair

Steve pressed bandage against your punctured skin the boy immediately noticing how your chest rose and fell and fell in uneven breaths before the boy shook his head bringing the ends of the bandage together as you let out a groan

Now Steve would’ve been fine if it was normal, regular groan but it was your groan that was high pitched and sounded like a moan more than anything while your head fell back the veins in your neck more prominent as Steve continued to stare at you

God you were so fucking pretty

At the long pause you eventually opened your eyes looking down at Steve while he shot you an apologetic look as he continued to tie the knot on the back of your skin and you were confused for a while before it was Like a light bulb went off in your head

“Are you serious Harrington I could be dying of rabies and you can’t keep it in your pants for three minutes. I wonder what my funeral would be like” You whispered shouted picking yourself up from the ground the bandage secure around your torso your shirt long gone in the Canoe you all came in your Jeans, boots, and bra the only thing shielding your body

“Oh come on Y/l/n it was in the moment” Steve muttered taking your hand guiding you from out the rock your bodies pressed tight together and it was pretty much in the moment but now not so much

[eunoiaastralwings]

Dating Eönwë would include:

featuring eönwë x gn reader

fandom tolkien-the silmarillion

a/n this headcanon was requested by my lovely and beautiful friend @a-contemplation-upon-flowers - but tumblr decided to delete the request from my inbox ! Like seriously you fucking hellsite, leave my requests alone! this is the 3rd time it is happening and it is pissing me off ! thankfully mt pea-sized brain remembered your request because it just a headcanon and you are the only who requested the bird boi

𓆩♡𓆪 If Eönwë is interested in you - it is very obvious, because bird boi here keeps stuttering over his words, whenever he’s around you or there is a blush creeping up this face.

𓆩♡𓆪 The herald can’t make eye contact with you for more than 3 seconds - he’s melting and in awe of your eyes, he dies inside because of its beauty and how your emotions are there for him to read, your sincerity in everything you do.

𓆩♡𓆪 Compliment him and he’s literally falling part in front of you, he makes the dumbest excuse possible, thinking it’s believable and flies off because there’s too many emotions running through him he can’t understand and too overwhelming for him.

𓆩♡𓆪 He would leave you for a few days after that trying to understand these new feelings. Eönwë is yearning and missing you deeply these days - but he can’t understand why. It’s only understandable when he either reads something relatively close in a book he is reading or one of the Valar to become a parent (highly possible to be either Varda or Manwë) and explains to him, in a form of a riddle because it’s up to Eönwë to figure out himself.

𓆩♡𓆪 Eönwë probably needs another few days before he can approach you. He’s planning a beautiful and spectacular way of asking for your hand in courtship, because knows you only deserve the best. Will definitely push it forward when other birds/elves/maiar/human are looking to take your hand - little insecure jealous bird baby. Whatever your culture of courting is, he will add with how eagles call for their mates - yes, trying to impress your air dances and puffing out his wings.

𓆩♡𓆪 The longer you take to answer, the longer he it kills him inside. He concludes too quickly and wants to fly out again - thinking the silence was your rejection, but when you yell out an excited ‘yes’ just as he was about to fly away, he looks at you shocked, surprised and happy all at once.

𓆩♡𓆪 Eönwë fly over to you so fast like in a blinking second and wraps you in his arms and spins you in the air - that is happy he is. Eönwë feels like the luckiest being underneath Arien’s rays.

𓆩♡𓆪 Eönwë would the best lover – always putting your best interests and care at first, becoming your voice of encouragement. He would constantly bring you gifts from his travels – yes, you know what that means. He treats you like royalty, constantly wanting to see your eyes light up and smile at him – it is his favorite, your smile and your laugh.

𓆩♡𓆪 He can be a needy bird - constantly wanting your attention and jealous if anyone else dares to approach his mate. He loves calling you his - not as a possession, no he hates the idea of that. He calls you his because you own his heart and soul, just like he knows he own yours - you are his as much as he is yours.

𓆩♡𓆪 Eönwë loves serenading or reading novels to you - in fact one of his favorite things to do is being outside sitting on the ground leaning against a tree and your resting against his chest - or lying on the ground as you lie your head on chest while he reads to your. He constantly has an arm around at all times - he cannot help it, he wants to feel you close, It is also his way of ensuring himself you are real, especially at the odd times he is feeling insecure.

𓆩♡𓆪 He loves taking you for flying - you are someone like me and scared of heights, he adores how you cling onto him for your dear life. He also makes sure to fly lower, depending on how afraid you are. Only a few inches off Eru’s sweet grounds my dear Eönwë.

𓆩♡𓆪 Sometimes he loves is carrying you his arms and flying over Middle Earth or if it late after both you met up he would carry you over back to your house bridal style - he is just a hopeless romantic.

𓆩♡𓆪 Eönwë tackles your with hugs whenever he returns from far - arms and wings around your for the whole day with kisses and whispers of how much he had missed ‘his dove’ ‘his mate’ ‘his angel’ - he has the fluffiest and cutest nicknames for your. He doesn’t call you that for the sake of being cute but because he truly believes you are and is utterly in love with you.

𓆩♡𓆪 Call him by a pet or nickname or his title and he folds - he is by your side cuddling

𓆩♡𓆪 He adores showing you how much he loves you - one of this displays of affection is wrapping his wings around you. Especially, if it is cold, a wing instantly wraps softly around pulling you close to him. His wings are always their when your are hugging or cuddling - he only does this for you, no one else.

𓆩♡𓆪 His wings are very strong and he loves your to fall asleep on them - they are the softest, warmest and safest bed. Eönwë loves he can give that you - he adores seeing you have fallen asleep on his chest or his wings.

𓆩♡𓆪 Eönwë has a habit of tracing your features when you’re asleep and committing them to memory. He softly kisses all your features too - your forehead, the arch of your eyebrows, your eyelids, the tip of your nose, your cheeks and finally the softest of peck on your lips so he does not wake you up.

𓆩♡𓆪 Eönwë loves the feel of you brushing your fingers through his features - it calms him especially after an exhausting day. Just avoid his sensitive parts, otherwise it won’t be a relaxing afternoon, rather an afternoon that contains a lot of bed activities ;)

𓆩♡𓆪 He can be very protective of you - there can be some arguments because of this, especially if you want to fight in wars, but he does come around to respect your choices and decisions - even if it scares him.

𓆩♡𓆪 He vows to protect you at all costs - if you every end up injured or worse, Eönwë will forever blame himself.

𓆩♡𓆪 He will be looking over you for injuries or bruises - takes it upon himself to nurse you back to full health and he takes it very seriously, he is even afraid to cuddle you - afraid he might accidentally hurt you.

𓆩♡𓆪 All in all he is a perfect mate to have and court. Eönwë also only court you with marriage in mind too.

Taglist form

taras taglist: @fizzyxcustard @a-contemplation-upon-flowers @wandererindreams @aeonianarchives @mismaeve @spidergirla5 @ranhanabi777 @asianbutnotjapanese

[dreamerofasgard]

Artifacts of Merlin

Chapter One - Old Journals

Draco Malfoy x Ravenclaw Fem! Reader

Concept: I'm a huge fan of The Mummy movies from 1999 & 2001. I wanted a fun, adventure, action-packed, and slightly comedic mashup filled with magic and love. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Summary: In an alternate universe Voldemort was officially defeated by Harry Potter during his first year at Hogwarts. The world of Witches and wizards has finally known peace. While the golden trio has not so many big grand adventures a Ravenclaw student, Y/n Constantine, with help from her childhood friend Draco Malfoy, stumble on a discovery of a lifetime. She enlists the help of her classmates and friends. Hermione Granger, one of the best witches she knows, and Luna Lovegood one of her roommates and a very insightful person. Where this artifact will take them they don't know. Will friendships evolve into something more? Or will tensions between the group come in the way of the answers? Will Hermione punch Draco in the face again? maybe Will Luna make out-of-pocket comments? probably Will the quest change them or will the quest change the world?

Word Count: 2.5k

Playlist - If you wanna listen to it. 😊

Ch1 Ch2 Ch3

Warning: swearing, blood status, cute nicknames <3

Y/n POV

Summer had come and gone all too soon but just as summer came to an end, a new school year filled with excitement was about to begin you thought as you slowly sat up in your bed. This would be the start of your fifth year at Hogwarts and you were beyond excited to see your friends again. Though you lived not too far from some of them, that didn't mean you didn't miss seeing them every day.

As you got out of bed a familiar owl tapped on your bedroom window. Making your way over to the window you let the eagle owl in as he drops a letter for you. Smiling you pick up the letter and give the eagle owl a snack before it flies off.

The envelope is black with a green wax seal with the Malfoy family crest pressed into the wax, Draco. He was your friend and neighbor since you were small but despite 'the prince' of Slytherin's' tough and arrogant persona he was still that kind-hearted kid you used to play with all those years ago. You opened the letter and began to read it.

The letter reads:

Y/n,

Meet me in my mother's garden as soon as you can, I found something in the library that might be worth looking into regarding your favorite subject. I know that clever mind of yours can't say no to a puzzle like the one I've found. See you soon Pegasus.

~Your favorite troublemaker

Draco

PS. I know you'll meet Granger at Platform 9¾ tomorrow but please don't tell that know it all about this. Don't want her telling Potter and Weasbee.

You sighed as Draco was indeed your favorite troublemaker despite his attitude towards some of your friends, especially Hermione Granger. You thought back to your first adventures with Draco as you got ready for the day. You met each other around the age of five when you moved from London to Wiltshire after your grandmother passed. Your parents’ inherited the family mansion, the house seemed gigantic as a child when you first moved in but once you met Draco the house turned into a stage for great adventures.

You smiled at the memory of meeting Draco the first time, it was one day late spring after you finally finished moving into the mansion. Mr. And Mrs. Malfoy came over and introduced themselves while Draco held onto his mother’s hand tightly till he saw you. Both your parents smiled as you invited Draco to come play while your parents talked about things going on within the Ministry of Magic.

Things were simpler back then as little kids. You'd both spend most of your summers exploring each other's mansions, reading in the libraries what you could, and having your 'Adventures' in the gardens. You smiled at the memories as you started to get ready. You put on a pair of dark grey shorts, a black tank top, and a denim jacket with your black ankle boots. You looked at yourself in the mirror and smiled to yourself as you put on some light makeup and French braided your h/c hair. Taking a deep breath as you stand up from your vanity and grab your messenger bag putting it on your shoulder. Making your way downstairs you grabbed two green apples from the kitchen island and made your way towards Malfoy Manor.

Draco's POV

It was a little over a half hour since Draco sent Y/n that letter. She would come over to see what he had found, she always did when it could be a new adventure for them. But this time something felt different about this one. He was pacing in the kitchen as one of the house elves prepared breakfast for Draco and Narcissa.

"Draco darling, please sit and eat. You're gonna make the floor warp from all your pacing" Narcissa said as she watched her son pace anxiously.

"Sorry, Mum. It's just that Y/n is coming over soon and I have to tell her about a puzzle I found." Draco said quietly as he sat down across from his mother at the kitchen table. His mother smiled at him as one of the house elves put breakfast on the table.

"Y/n is an extraordinary girl," Narcissa said as she started eating breakfast, "And a pretty one too," she said while smiling at her son.

"Yeah she is," Draco said as a blush formed on his cheeks before he realized what he said, "I mean she is pretty but she's just a friend mum," he said trying to change the subject.

"Right, a friend who is a girl who is closer to you than that one girl you briefly dated last year. What was her name again? Patrica? Piper? Prudence?" Narcissa said teasing her son about his developing feelings for Y/n.

"Pansy mum. She started dating Blaise this summer," He said as he groaned thinking about his short relationship with Pansy that turned out to be nothing other than friends. He was happy for his friends' relationship but he wondered if his friendship with Y/n was just a friendship.

"Ah yes, Pansy. She and Blaise will make a cute couple," she says looking at how her son reacted to her teasing, "Now what is this puzzle you want to show Y/n?", she said after taking a sip of her tea and looking at her son who had barely touched his food.

"Well you know how Y/n is practically obsessed with Merlin and Morgan le Fay's history," Draco said as he looked out the kitchen window smiling as he continued, "I may have found something referencing Merlin but it's in a code," he said as he saw Y/n slowly making her way to the manor.

"Another one of your little quests," Narcissa said referring to how the two would make up 'quests' when they were younger as she looked out the window she saw Y/n opening the back gate. "Well, I'll let you two start your new adventure," she said as she got up and took their plates to the sink.

Y/n POV

Walking up to the gate of Malfoy Manor you felt a bit of excitement as you slowly opened the large gate. You saw Draco in the kitchen window talking with his mother as you slowly made your way through the huge backyard. You always liked Draco's mother Narcissa, she always made you feel welcome whenever you and Draco hung out despite Lucius not wanting you around much since you called him out on his pureblood bullshit.

"Ah Ms. Constantine to what do I owe the pleasure of you visiting this morning," Lucius said coldly as he looked at you from his table under a willow tree.

"Good Morning Mr. Malfoy. Draco had something he wanted to show me so I came over as soon as could," you said trying to sound your normal pleasant self which was hard since Lucius Malfoy made your blood boil most times.

"Draco is in the kitchen with his mother, Good day Ms. Constantine," He said as he simply waved you off as he picked up his cup of tea, and the Daily Prophet completely uninterested in you.

"Good day," you said as you continued making your way to the garden which was past the kitchen you started to calm down.

Despite being friends with Draco for so long and knowing the Malfoy's for most of your life you could never get used to Lucius Malfoy's attitude and cold demeanor. Thankfully unlike her husband, Narcissa enjoyed you and was pleasant and kind, unlike her husband. As you walked past one of the kitchen windows you saw Narcissa talking with the house elves. She was much kinder to the house elves and treated them as if they were people rather than servants. As you continued on you saw Draco pacing as he had a few books on the small garden table.

"You know if you keep pacing like that the grass will stop growing Draco," you chuckled as you walked up to the pacing boy scaring him out of his thoughts.

"Bloody Hell Y/n you scared me," Draco said as he looked at you and clenched his chest as some of his hair fell over his eyes.

"Well it's your fault you were too deep in your thoughts that you didn't notice me," you said as you threw him an apple before taking a bite of your own, "Now what do you have for me to solve," smirking as you watched Draco catch the apple and smile at you.

"Good morning to you too," smiling as he took a bite of the apple, "So I was looking through the library since my father bought another old book collection. I looked through them and found that a few books were written entirely in some code."

"Some code or just Old English," you took out a magnifying glass from your bag before setting the bag down beside one of the chairs.

"Very Funny Y/n. But Old English I can translate. This is something beyond my skill level, surprisingly," Draco said a bit annoyed as he watched you examine the text carefully line by line.

"Surprisingly," you chuckle as you continue to examine the text.

As you examined the text it was indeed in some form of code but none that you have seen before. In the past few years while at Hogwarts, you developed a reputation of being one of the best 'code breakers' and helped translate books and texts for some extra credit for Professor Binns. After looking over the first couple of pages you take a notebook out and start writing down a few sentences and phrases. This was definitely one of the harder codes to crack but several words seemed to repeat creating a pattern in the code.

~After a few hours and several breaks later. ~

You close your notebook in excitement as you look up at Draco beaming with joy.

"You found something?" he said as he knew that smile meant you had figured out part of the puzzle.

"Maybe, these other two books are the same code?" looking at the other books around the same size but instead of being tome, they were older looking as if from the early 10th century which was most likely magically preserved.

"Well that's the thing," he said as he reached past you to pick up one of the leather-bound books, "I think these are journals," opening the book you see a neat handwriting that was oddly similar to a few books in the restricted section.

"Draco where did your father get these again?" looking up at the boy who was so close you could feel his breath on you as you looked up to those gray eyes.

"He didn't, unfortunately," Draco said as he looked at those e/c eyes of yours and smiled, "But if you look here," he opened to the last page of the one journal where there was a name on the bottom left corner.

"Merlin.." you said as if you couldn't believe what your own eyes were seeing as this was one of the journals of Merlin himself. "Draco you need to bring these wit-"

"Me to Hogwarts so that you can research it more and figure out what actually happened to Merlin this could be one of the biggest discoveries of all wizard kind," he said smiling as he closed both books, "I'm way ahead of you Pegasus, as always."

"I wouldn't say always, Dragon," dropping the nickname you gave him when you were younger and found out about his namesake. Just as he did when he found out your birthday coincided with the constellation Pegasus. Both of you smiled at each other as you packed up your bag again.

"So will you be on the train with Granger, Pottah, and Weasbee tomorrow?" he asked cautiously and dryly as he watched you pack up your stuff not wanting you to go just yet.

"Do I sense a hint of jealousy from the 'prince' of Slytherin? Because green is your color after all." teasing your best friend as you finish packing up turning to look at him as his arms are now crossed and he's looking at you with a mix of jealousy, anger, and hurt in his eyes. You always hated to see when he got like this but you suppose that's what happens when your father is a prick.

"Draco," you said softly as you walked up to him taking one of his hands, "We can sit together on the train after I say hello to Minoe and Luna. Plus we can look at these journals more. If you can sneak them out of the Manor," you say trying to calm him down.

"Taking them to Hogwarts will be easy, unlike avoiding Weasbee and Granger's arguments all year. I still don't know why you are friends with that bloo-," Draco stopped himself before saying something he knew you'd hate him for, "Bloody idiot." he said as he looked away.

"Well, I mean it comes with being friends with Mione. I can normally tolerate Ron but lately, it's just weird," looking down at the ground you think about how the train ride at the end of the year felt strange.

"I know how much you can't stand the tension between Granger and Weasbee as of late. You told me that much," chuckling as holds your hand gently thinking back to your hour-long rant.

It was true that Hermione and Ron had some weird tension between each other since the Yule Ball. Some kind of jealousy sparked in Ron whenever Hermione was around Viktor Krum. Now every time Hermione gets close to another boy Ron calls her out. It was driving you insane how dense Ron actually was.

"I just wish Minoe could tell that thick-headed boy how she felt about him. It's so obvious that the whole school can see it," you say as you look at how you are holding hands with Draco and blush a bit.

"Weasbee is as dense as they come especially when he tried to hex me with that broken wand," he says as he starts laughing which in turn makes you laugh.

"Stop it that was terrible for Ron," giggling as you playfully hit him on the shoulder.

"The number of slugs that he," Draco couldn't get the words out as he continued laughing.

You both stood there laughing for a bit as you remembered the slug incident. You remembered also how confused Draco was as you yelled at him for calling Hermione a 'mud blood'. From that day on anything he said about blood status was almost always followed by you yelling at him about how outdated those views were. And after almost 4 months of yelling and lecturing him, Draco started to think differently. As both of you eventually regained the ability to speak again you remembered that you still needed to pack.

"Shit, I gotta go pack," letting go of Draco's hand and giving him a small hug. "I'll see you tomorrow Draco."

"See you tomorrow Y/n." He smiled as he hugged you before he watched you walk home.