#peeks head into one piece fandom

[paper-lilypie]

freedom

[illusioninfnty]

day 6 ; dry humping

↠ monkey d. luffy x reader

fandom: one piece word count: 1.1k warnings: nsfw 18+, dual virgins, luffy and reader are inexperienced, jealous!luffy if you squint, takes place a bit after opla season 1 so luffy is aged up

kinktober m.list || read on ao3

“Luffy?” You call for your captain, peeking your head into his quarters. “Is everything okay?”

You noticed that your cheery and optimistic captain had been unusually quiet the past few hours. He never had gone that long without some sort of exclamation or crazy action, and his odd behavior was worrying to you. So when he finally retreated to his room, you decided to follow to see what was up.

“Oh!” Luffy’s eyes widen, as he says your name, clearly surprised to see you. He sends you a smile, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Yeah! Why wouldn’t I be?” You shrug, going inside and closing the door behind you. You take a seat next to him on his bed. “I don’t know,” you start. “You just seem…distant. You can tell me what's bothering you.”

Luffy sighs, taking off his hat to run a hand through his curls. “I don’t know how to describe it. I feel just so frustrated. But no matter what I do, I can’t get rid of it!”

You were confused too, unsure why Luffy wasn’t able to brush this off like he always did. Until a lightbulb went off. You remember Sanji mentioning urges that men get sometimes, and how they need a woman to fix it.

“It sounds like you might have some tension, you know, down…there.”

Luffy pauses, taking in what you said, before his eyes brighten. “I think you’re right!” he exclaims. “Oh wow, that makes a lot of sense now.” He goes quiet again, a sheepish look spreading across his face. “I don’t know how to get rid of it, though.”

You bite your lip, heat rising to your cheeks. “I think I’m able to help you with it.”

Luffy jumps up and grasps your shoulders. “Alright!” he cheers. He sits back down next to you and looks up at the ceiling, seemingly in thought. “That actually makes a lot of sense. The feeling always gets worse whenever I’m around you. I guess you have to be the one to fix it then, huh?”

“O-oh.” You stutter. Not only did you just discover that your captain (who you may have had a tiny bit of a crush on) was sexually frustrated, but he was like that because of you. A wave of heat rushed down your body.

“Yeah.” You confirm to Luffy, hoping to not seem too excited about this whole situation. “I just have to get on top of you.”

Luffy nods, spreading his legs and leaning back on his forearms, inviting you in. You immediately notice the boner he’s sporting, which makes you heat up even more. You seat yourself right on top of it, causing the two of you to moan harmoniously.

You start to move yourself on top of Luffy, his clothed cock hitting your pussy in the perfect spot. The fabric of your underwear rubs against your clit, causing your wetness to begin to stain it.

You reach your hand down to palm him through his shorts, hoping that you're bringing him pleasure from at least one of two ways. Luffy looks up at you with curious eyes.

“How’d you know to do this?” he asks you.

“I heard Sanji talking about it. He says guys feel like that a lot. Pent up, ‘s what he called it.” He goes quiet for a moment. “Have you done this with him?”

“W-what? No!” Your hands scrunch up in his vest and you swallow hard. “This is actually my first time doing anything like this,” you admit sheepishly, eyes downcast.

Luffy grins. “Yeah, me too!” he says brazenly. “Guess we’ll figure out how to do this together!” He laughs. 

You send a matching grin back as you continue to grind on top of him. You’re practically sopping now, an audible sound happening when you rock back and forth on Luffy. His cock throbs furiously, and you gasp when he grabs your hips.

He starts to rock back onto you, pumping his hips upwards into you. You lean forward as the sensation weakens you, and Luffy buries his face into your neck.

“Feels good…” he mumbles into you. You hum in agreement as you squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure.

You increase your pace, wrapping your arms around Luffy as you both press close against the other, grinding each other uncontrollably. 

Luffy suddenly stills your hips and moves you onto the bed, face down and ass hanging off the edge. You gasp in surprise.

“Want to try this,” he breathes out as he hovers over you. You’re met with him thrusting against you from behind, hips moving wildly as he lets out low groans behind you. Luffy wraps his arms around your midsection, holding you in place.

You’re strung out and helpless as Luffy humps into you, his pulsing cock hitting against your clit. Your wetness has fully soaked your bottoms, and Luffy is able to thrust his cock between your clothed lips with ease.

Your captain moves with reckless abandon, hips jutting against your own. Neither of you can talk past groans and whines. This act feels primal, both of you desperately chasing your release.

His hands on your waist tightens as he humps into you and his groans are loud in your ear. You arch yourself into him, attempting your best to rub yourself against his cock.

He moans out your name into the crook of your neck as his body covers your own. “You feel really great,” he continues, his voice cracking. He moves faster and faster against you, seeking his peak. 

Your hands fist the bedsheet as you bounce back and forth against his thrusts and grinds against your clothed pussy. “Luffy!” you cry out. You can feel his hips start to move out of rhythm and he lets out a final low moan before you feel the stickiness of his cum seep through his shorts and onto your own.

Both of you are panting furiously, tired from your romp. Luffy rolls off of you, collapsing next you on the bed. You turn yourself onto your back and lean towards him, basking in the pleasure you just received.

Luffy turns his head towards you. “I don’t want you to do that with anyone else on the crew.” He says, with more seriousness than you’ve heard from him all night.

“I wouldn’t think of it.” You hesitate to continue as you prepare for disappointment with your next statement. “But—if you want, we can do this again soon. If you’d like to.” You mentally hit yourself in the head for stumbling over your words so embarrassingly.

He sits up, seemingly recovered from his orgasm. “Are you kidding? You don’t even need to ask! ‘Course we are!”

You laugh, wrapping your arms around your captain and giggling into his chest.

[luvfy0dor]

“Made Your Mark on Me, a Golden Tattoo ♡ ” Chuuya Nakahara x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; perchance ooc, profanity once

Description; Coloring in Chuuyas tattoos!

A/n; My friend and I were talking about cute romance scenarios today and she brought this up, so I wanted to write about it with Chuuyas because I think he would have tattoos. If someone has done this please tell me, I know I've seen a handful of fics with scenarios like this, but I can't remember any were in the BSD fandom or not.

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Chuuya has a handful of tattoos, they're all really intricate and professionally done, but none of them are colored. That gives you the perfect opportunity to add your own creative twist on the art pieces. After rummaging through yours and Chuuya's shared home, not a single non-permanent marker could be found. You sighed, but ventured out to retrieve some.

After a long and treacherous journey to the store and back, you tossed the box of markers onto the counter. You couldn't help but feel giddy waiting for your husband to come back home so you could pitch the idea to him. A part of you thought he might say no, but you suppressed that with all your might and looked forward to his return with hope. You waited on the couch, scrolling through your phone. He shouldn't take too long, but every minute felt like ten to you in this moment.

Before you knew it, you heard the rustle of keys and the clicks of the locks. You jumped up from your spot on the couch, staring at Chuuya as he shuffles into the house and out of the relatively chilly and rainy weather. He lets out a sigh of relief before turning to you with a small smile. "Hey honey, how was your day?" He takes off his shoes, hat, and jacket, putting them in their designated spot as he waits for your reply. "It was pretty good, how was yours?" You ask. Upon being situated, he makes his way towards you, grabbing your hands and placing a soft pec on your lips. "The usual, kind of annoying, it feels like no one ever knows what they're doin', you know?" He says, seemingly happy to be home. You nod and understanding and rub his shoulder.

"Yeah, that sucks." You say. He nods, peeks into the kitchen for a second, and sits down on the couch, slouching back and patting the seat next to him. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, slightly revealing one of his tattoos. You take the hint and sit next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder. Your fingers push his sleeve up a little more, tracing the outlines of the imagery. "These are pretty colorless, huh?" You say, glancing at him. He grins a little and nods. "Is this what those markers on the counter are for?" He asks, making you smile. "Yeah, do you care if I color them? I'm relatively good at keeping things inside the lines." You say, sitting up completely.

"I don't see why not. I should probably take this off, huh?" He says, starting to undo the buttons on his vest and then shirt in order to give you better access to his tattoos. You skittered into the kitchen, grabbing the markers and coming back to your husbands side. You gently opened the cardboard packaging before assessing your canvas. The first tattoo you wanted to color in was one of a very intricate flower, so you decided red would be a pretty option. Chuuya watches as you uncap the marker out of the corner of his eye. Your tongue pokes from the corner of your lip in concentration as you drag the marker along his skin, filling in the outlines.

You eventually fill a majority of the flower petals, moving onto the stem. You choose the green marker, holding the underside of Chuuyas arm while you color it. "You're doing a great job there, doll." He says, observing your near perfect coloring skills. "You should get them filled in like this." You joke, picking out another color for a different section. The hums quietly before nodding. "Maybe I will." You look up at him, a bit of surprise on your face. "What's with the look of shock, darlin'? Do you think I won't?" He asks, his head tilted to the side. You shake your head.

"I believe you will, I just think that's sweet." You say, making your new goal to make the colors pretty but unique. He watches the television while you work, making sure that your work contained as much love and effort as possible. After a while, Chuuya started to realize he's feeling the markers on tattoo-less areas. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked towards what you were doodling on his arm. He saw a variety of stars and flowers of your own. They were rather small, and Chuuya thought it was cute that you were making even more additions to his body art.

"You'll have to take pictures of these for me." He says. You hum in acknowledgement and finish up the flower you were doodling before capping the marker and returning it to its rightful spot in the box. You grab Chuuyas phone, opening it and taking a picture of the colors before handing the device back to him. He kisses your cheek in thanks before pulling you back into his side, leaning his head on your shoulder. "Thank you." He turns his head towards you. "What for?"

You look back down at all the colorful doodles. "For letting me borderline vandalize your arm." You playfully say, running your fingertips over his skin. "Don't be silly, it's not vandalizing, it's more of a lawful mural." He reaffirms while looking into your pretty eyes. "And it's cute stuff. It's not like you drew a dick or nothin'." He states, keeping you cuddled closely to him. You smile and give his hand a small squeeze before bringing his knuckles to your lips. "Yeah, you're right." You say with a small laugh. "Still though, thank you." He hums. "Ofcourse, doll, anytime you want."

A/n; I need the evermore ornaments SO badly. I NEEEEEDDDDD them. I'm gonna cry THE CONEY ISLAND ONE IM FJSJAKKAKS oh also thought I'd post a little more Chuuya before I post a ton of Fyodor because I got two asks revolving around him (I'm actually bouncing off the walls im so happy) and I've been talking up some ideas with a mutual : )

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

05/02/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Cast & Crew Sightings; Taika Waititi; Claudia O'Doherty; Dominic Burgess; Eliza Cossio; Erroll Shand; Watch Party Reminders; Fan Spotlight: Cast Cards; OFMD Colouring Pages; Stede & Ed (Calvin & Hobbes); MerMay Prompts/submissions; Love Notes; Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika;

= Cast & Crew Sightings =

= Taika Waititi =

Taika is in NYC with Rita for more TypeBea launches! Additionally, the Met Gala happens to be on May 6th, will they be showing up again this year?

Img Src: Rita Ora's IG Storys

Img Srcs: DailyMail

= Claudia O'Doherty =

Our dear Mary, Claudia O'Doherty has peeked her head out again! This time with cooking suggestions and a podcast! Check her out on the latest episode of @douboyspodcast. Listen here

= Erroll Shand =

Just Erroll in a priests outfit with the song "Reflections" by Diana Ross & The Supremes.

Img Src: Erroll's IG Story

= Dominic Burgess =

Dominic got to slay on Palm Royale this week! Check out that suit! Bonus --Once again, I am a sucker for cat content, any cast member that shows their pets I'm posting it. Check out these adorable babies of our dear Jeffrey Fetterling.

Img Src: Dominic Burgess' Twitter

== Eliza Cossio ==

One of our dear writers, Eliza Cossio just so happens to have co-written a spin off of Felicity called "Felicity In Space". It's available on her Instagram here: tinyurl.com/FELICITYINSPACE

Img Src: Eliza's IG

== Watch Party Reminders ==

Palm Royale picks back up May 9 via @LCWebsXOXO with the lovely @/dominicburgess approx. 4pm EDT/9pm BST/1pm PST!

= Wrecked =

Last 2 episodes of Season 1 is on the docket for tomorrow! Don't have access? Reach out to me on @gentlebeardsbarngrill on tumblr, or @aspirantabby42 on twitter.

Days: Apr 29 - May 3

Times: 3:30 pm PT / 6:30 pm ET / 11:30 pm BST

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Cast Cards =

Tonight is non other than Josie Whittlesey, aka Hellkat Maggie, and the reason we have OFMD in the first place! Thank you so much @melvisik for spotlighting her!

Img Src: @melvisik's Twitter

= OFMD Colouring Pages =

More colouring pages by @patchworkpiratebear! And it fits with the MerMay Theme! I would love to print out a whole books worth of these once they're done!

Img Src: @patchworkpiratebear's Tumblr

= Stede & Ed (Calvin & Hobbes) =

A new fan spotlight tonight features our very own darling @blakbonnet! She's been making these awesome Calvin/Hobbes redraws with Stede and Ed for a while now, and she was kind enough to let me share them with you in the recaps! If you haven't seen them already, please check them out on her blog! Theres's so many to catch up on so we'll be seeing more each day for a bit!

Src: @blakbonnet's Tumblr

== Mer May Prompts ==

There's prompts going on every day from the @saveofmdcrewmates and @bizarrelittlemew's MerMay Bingo and it's taking me a bit to get permission to share, but I'll share when if/when I can! A few of our crewmates are going strong with the themes!

= Spanish Jackiez =

Our talented @erostheartist had this submission for Mermay Day 1. I love the idea of The Swede as a merman <3 Visit them on their blog for more artwork!

= Plunder =

Today's SaveOFMD MerMay Day 2 prompt was "Plunder" -- and as always, @blueberreads never ceases to amaze with the awesome pixel art they make! The very important plant booty even makes an appearance-- and that tailcoat swoosh! I love it! For more pixel art awesomeness, please follow them on their blog!

In addition, @erostheartist had some gorgeous ideas on Plunder with Izzy Hands and jewelry, check out their post here to learn more about this piece.

== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies! It's finally Friday tomorrow! I hope you all are finally going to get some rest and relaxation this weekend. We could all use some! I'm gonna go into a bit of a heavier topic tonight, so if you don't have the spoons please don't worry about reading it right now (or ever). I've noticed a big rift going on in the fandom. Whether its on twitter, or tumblr, there's definitely a lot of contention between various groups of fans. I'm sorry if that's stressing you out-- I know it can be really hard to see that kind of thing, especially when we put the time and effort into putting ourselves out there and trying to find a safe space ship we can belong to. Obviously I can't speak to the entire fandom, but the way I've been trying to process what's going on is I think we're running into some Post Cancellation-Fatigue/Aggression. When we were getting regular content from the show, or we were fighting to get the show back more, even if there were some differences between parts of the fandom, it still felt at least somewhat cohesive with some random outliers. That mutual fight for the show isn't as strong now, and the only content we get is BTS from Samba or some of the other lovely crewmembers, and I think it's starting to weigh pretty heavily on people. Sure, there's always been some contention, but a lot of folks have expressed that it's felt a lot stronger the last few days and I have to agree. Have you ever seen those cat videos where there are three cats -- two are focused on one another, and then another cat sneaks up from behind and scares one of them, and then the startled cat starts fighting the other one that wasn't involved? That's what your behavioural specialists would call "misplaced aggression". Same with if your two cats are fighting, and then you try to interrupt, and they scratch you--it's not caused by you but that aggression gets directed at you. That's kinda how it's feeling right now. There's something bugging all of us on some level (and its not all the same thing) and that's translating into frustration, and being modern times we can express those frustrations online-- and maybe not worded in the best way, and suddenly we've got this huge blow up of contention between groups. Now, I may be misreading it, but I've seen this happen in a few other fandoms post cancellations, and it feels similar.

How do we navigate that kind of change? Well, it's not easy. Fandoms are supposed to be fun. They're supposed to be a relief from stress and help us escape the crazy shit going on in this world.

You're allowed to want to just relax and have fun. You're allowed to love your blorbos, and your pairings, whether they follow canon or not ( just like anything in life, don't force them on others if they don't want them). You're allowed to have fun and learn new things and enjoy all of the wonderful things that happen in the show, as well as how many positive things have happened from it's existence.

That being said, you don't owe anyone your energy and mental health-- so if you're not feeling great about a particular group, or chat, or server, or whatever you're in, remember to be kind to yourself and prioritise your happiness. There's a reason there are block buttons on most social media-- not everyone gets along, and you shouldn't have to sacrifice your peace for the sake of other people's frustrations.

There are going to be groups that feel extremely strong one way or the other, and they're going to want you to pick a side. If you find that you identify more with one side, and you feel comfortable and accepted with them, then by all means, find your new safe space ship! If you don't want to pick a side, if you just want to love your blorbos and listen to all the different fun meta going on-- that's okay too! Look for people who share that same ideal-- and aren't as worried about one way or the other.

Hell, if you're enjoying the hell out of all the crazyness going on-- then that's fine too you bringer of chaos, you do you <3. I will repeat this lovelies-- this is supposed to be fun. It's supposed to be an escape, not an added stressor.

Do you need a few days away from the internet? Go nuts! Go outside, lay in the grass, drink your favorite drink and eat your favorite snack. The internet will be here when you get back. This show that brought us all together is about love, kindness, acceptance, learning, growing, making mistakes, forgiveness, support from our friends and family, redemption, and breaking the paradigms that society wants so badly to hold us down with. Those are the things we need to remember and cherish. This show taught us that there are very few situations that are irredeemable with effort, if people are willing to try. It taught us that where we are now doesn't have to be where are in a day, or a month, or a year, or 10 years and nothing is set in stone. We can change our own circumstances if we need to. It's perfectly reasonable to be upset that our safe space ship is having some troubles right now, and I feel it just like everyone else, so I get it. But-- just like the show tells us, nothing stays the same forever, and things can get better. Things can mend. Fandoms can mend, friendships can mend, relationships can mend. Or they can be severed and allow for those involved to move on. Whatever YOU need to do for your peace is okay and valid (we just ask that its not purposefully causing harm to others). You're allowed to prioritise yourself and your happiness.

If you need to talk, or vent, reach out to like-minded crewmates (you're welcome to message me but I may be slow due to work stuff, but I'm happy to listen and talk when I can!)

No matter where you are, no matter how you're feeling, you are loved.

You are doing your best, and you will get through these harder times. Remember to be kind if you can, and give yourself grace too.

Sleep well lovelies, I hope tomorrow is easier for you <3

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

Tonight's theme is "silly", because we all need a little sillyness in our lives.

Gifs courtesy of the stupendous @ofmd-ann and marvelous @darkinerry <3

[klutzyroses]

Like Strawberries

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing: Yves x Fem!Reader(Not MC)

Word Count: 3068

Summary: After a fun, sensual night, Yves seems to want a repeat, but is too...Yves to ask. So of course, Y/N, more than happy to indulge him, just needs to give him a little nudge.

Tags: Female reader, NSFW, nipple play, Yves being horny, reader is a tease

Minors DNI

"...He's doing it again..."

Y/N thought to herself as she wondered when the Fifth Prince became so...besotted.

Ever since she became his lover, or rather, ever since she met him, she knew that Yves Kloss was what everyone called "a mercurial cat" and he displayed that in almost everything he did. She knew that and loved that about him. It’s what made him so endearing after all. He was a little unpredictable, he was moody, he was somewhat fussy at times but oh so loving. Though recently, the feline prince seemed to have garnered a new…fascination.

It would rarely happen at first. She would feel burning eyes on her and then she would look towards the source, only to find Yves quickly looking away and pretending to do something else. Or would be a bit more touchy and affectionate with her, especially generous with hugs and kisses. It happened more than once, and while she was far from irritated, she had to wonder what had him so fixated on her as of late? Did he want something? Attention perhaps? Y/N had a feeling that even if she asked him directly, the easy-to-fluster Yves would not give her a straight answer. While she had no clue what exactly brought this behavior on, it wasn’t as though she could ask anyone else for an opinion, likely because she was the only one who really noticed the surreptitious gazes her prince threw her way whenever they were more or less alone.

…Yes, just like the one he was giving her at the moment. Those deep blue eyes were locked on her, much like a fascinated cat on a piece of string. If she turned to meet that gaze, he would immediately look away, so this time, she knew to feign ignorance. But maybe this was her chance to investigate a little, to see what had peeked his interests so. Ever so carefully, ever so discreetly, she glanced out of the corner of her eye towards her beloved, trying to follow his line of vision. The prince in question, while baking alongside her, had his head tilted ever so slightly to the side, his eyes trailing up her body in an almost appreciative way before seeming to pause around her chest area. He lingered there for a moment longer before those luminous eyes moved back to the task in front of him. His cheeks flamed up a little as he seemed to mutter to himself inaudibly. Y/N found herself blinking. Was he looking at her chest? Why? She wasn’t wearing anything too out of the ordinary. A moderately modest dress that was open on the collarbone, but that was it. Her perfume was the same as always. She racked her brain for anything that could indicate a reason for his sudden interest in her bust. Then she remembered, a few nights ago, under the covers of his bed, he had been very…very enamored with her breasts then. To a point she could bear no more as he continually teased, pulled and played with her sensitive nipples until she was nearly in tears from the intense pleasure. He really had put her through it that night, but in all honesty…the lady found nothing within herself to genuinely complain about it. There was no point denying she had enjoyed every second of it and had been thinking about it every now and again. Is that what had his rapt attention lately?

‘And I thought Jin was the boob man…my goodness, Yves…’ She couldn’t help but think, suppressing a giggle. Though it seemed like a new fascination the prince himself was discovering, which she thought was cute in a…lewd kind of way.

Sudden as it may be, she hardly minded her lover admiring her body. In fact, she enjoyed the attention, and could very much indulge him if he asked. She would not be averse to having him do to her what he did that night again, though…given how skittish the Fifth prince could be, she couldn’t help but worry that asking him upfront will result in him pulling away out of embarrassment. Or reluctance. But given his now apparent interest, she guessed that he may be as eager to repeat that evening as well. But how to bring it up? She glanced at the mercurial prince as he worked. Asking him directly may be the quickest option…but she could at least try and have some fun with it, no?

~🍓

Y/N fluffed her hair as she watched her reflection in the mirror that early morning. Was this going a little overboard? Yes. Was she doing it anyway? Yes. This was not quite like her, but she couldn’t help the excited giggle that fought its way past her glossy, peony tinted lips. She had woken and taken a bath in sweet scented water and had done her hair into a lovely updo. She was a woman on a mission today and her secret weapon hung tight to her body. The lady didn’t usually dress so…boldly but she couldn’t deny that she looked and felt amazing. Desirable. Irresistible. The dress she had picked for this endeavor was certainly a daring one. A mostly simple pink dress that flowed down to the floor, just barely grazing it because of the heeled shoes she wore to appear just a little more statuesque. The dress was long sleeved, a semblance of modesty to ‘compensate’ for the lack thereof in the area that was most obvious. The dress had a visible plunging neckline reaching down to tease the defined line of her sternum, offering a generous view of her inner side breasts. The corseted bodice pressed down on her chest, perking up and giving a tempting swell to her breasts. Not overly revealing to the point of discomfort or indecency, but just enough to be aware of it. She twirled in the mirror. The fact the dress was in Yves’ color was a nice touch in her opinion. She didn’t really dress up often, especially not like this, but doing it now, she couldn’t help but enjoy herself a little. This would be a very interesting day indeed.

~🍓

Ah, part of her had begun to second guess herself from the moment she saw Rio’s reaction when he came into her room a little later. Though she talked herself into leaving her room, encouraged by her stunned attendant’s ensuing praises-who needed a hype man when she had a Rio?- after he had picked up his jaw from the floor. She received similar reactions from others as she went about the palace. A raised eyebrow from Sariel, a smirk from Nokto, a playful whistle from Jin and many, many compliments from those who laid eyes on her. Now for Yves…

When she got to the office of the domestic faction, she hesitated at the door. This was Yves after all, his reactions to things could be a bit…unpredictable. This could backfire quite badly, spooking him so bad that he avoids her like the plague, worst case scenario. But then again, because this was Yves, he would just critique her appearance, whether it be because of her use of makeup or how her hair was styled and not even really take notice of her all that much. It could happen. But then again, given how everyone else seemed to have very much appreciated her thus far, she at least knew she looked good. She just hoped Yves thought so as well, as this was all for him.

“Come on, Y/N, show time.” She muttered to herself, fixing the collar of the dress, pushing her breasts a little higher, picking up the tea tray she brought with her as an excuse to be there, before knocking on the door and opening it with a pleasant greeting.

“Good morning! Pardon the interruption!” A bright, polite greeting to the room as she stepped in, her heels clicking against the floor lightly.

Silence. Absolute silence. All faction members' eyes were on her, Leon blinking repeatedly, his lips parted in awe, Licht faring no better, his head tilted in confusion. Jin, who had already seen her earlier, had his hand over his mouth to stifle down a laugh at the reaction of the others. And Yves…well…his reaction could be most easily summarized as: 

“???”

Then…

 “!!!”

Followed by…

 “…”

“D…Did I break him?” She wondered if she had ever seen Yves look so flabbergasted. She pushed aside her concern when she felt just a prickle of pride at having rendered 3 of Rhodolite’s princes speechless. It was a boost to the ego, that much was certain. People typically associated femininity with weakness and fragility, but how could that be, when this was the effect one woman could have on multiple men?

“I should do this more often, this is fun! But I shouldn’t let the power go to my head, hihi…” She couldn’t help but think as she simply simpered, delicately walking further into the office.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I thought you might enjoy some tea this morning.” She turned to face them, smiling blithely as she pretended to be oblivious to the shocked atmosphere. 

“My, what’s the matter? You all look like you’ve gotten a shock.” Leon was the first to recover.

“You look beautiful, Y/N. I think you’ve given us all a bit of a shock.” The fourth prince chuckled good naturedly as she smiled in return, placing a hand on her heart delicately.

“So sweet, thank you, Leon.” Her eyes moved to Yves who, for all intents and purposes, was now a statue and had been since she walked in.

“I think…I broke him. Oopsie…” She walked closer to him, touching his arm, causing him to jolt out of his stupor.

“Waaah!? Y..Y/N, I…” The blonde prince cleared his throat before composing himself.

“Sorry. You just look so…breathtaking, I didn’t know what to do with myself.” Her heart fluttered at his words. Being told she was beautiful was always a great feeling, but there was something about hearing it from the man she loved that put her on a different level of happy. If Yves said she was beautiful, it meant that it was the truth and nothing but. This is what spurred her on her quest still as she flushed slightly, as she peered up at him.

“Maybe a hot cup of tea would help clear your head?” Yves looked back at her, his eyes adamantly fixed on her face and not on the cleavage she was practically pressing against him.

“Mm. Sure, I’d like that.” He answered cooly and frankly not he, Licht, Leon, Jin, or even Y/N herself expected her following question. She leaned a little closer to him, a sultry smile crossing her pink lips as she subtly gave him a better glimpse of her cleavage as it pressed against the inside of her dress. She had foregone any jewelry apart from earrings because she wanted nothing to distract from her smooth skin, which proved to be the right choice now, given the effect it had on her beloved. Her beautiful eyes watched him from under her lashes as she posed a seemingly innocent, yet shamelessly suggestive question.

“Would you like some milk with that?” 

Licht had to pick up Yves’ jaw for him.

~🍓

It wasn’t until the evening that while she was on her way to her room, she was whisked away to Yves’ room instead.

“Come with me.” Was all he had said as he pulled her hand. Her heart danced. Was this it? Was she getting what she wanted? She had not left his side that day, because he insisted on her being within sight. To keep her company he said, but she knew it was also to fend off any other who saw her in her seductive, dolled up glory. She had also been ‘unintentionally’ working his nerves the whole day, just waiting for the moment that he would crack. It seemed now that he had indeed cracked. Once in his room, he closed the door and immediately the kissing started. She reciprocated instantly, winding her arms around his neck as she pressed against him, sighing ever so softly in his mouth. They parted for just a moment before meeting in another kiss. And another. And another. When they separated for air, both were panting, their cheeks flushed a lustful, flustered red as they locked eyes.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all day.” She giggled at his honest statement.

“Oh? Is that all you’ve been wanting to do?” His lower lip seemed to stick out a bit as he pouted slightly, averting his eyes.

“No. There’s something else I’ve been wanting to do to you lately.” He gently caresses her sides as her heartbeat quickened in anticipation.

“Yes…?” She encouraged, trying not to seem overly excited. He looked towards her bare skin and then to her eyes.

“Is it alright if I play with you here again? I enjoyed it last time…” He trailed a finger down the line of her sternum, his eyes a little misty with desire, a red hue making its way across his face. Y/N didn't think it would be very mood appropriate if she were to pull away and break into a happy dance right then and there. Instead, she moved to his ear, her lips brushing his ear.

“Do what you want with me.”

~🍓

Yves’s lips trailed down from her lips to her neck, pausing to suckle her skin. She kept her eyes closed, wanting only to savor the sensation as she lay on her back while Yves lavished her with attention. His hands trailed her body, her provocative dress discarded on the floor somewhere, she couldn’t quite remember, nor did she particularly care at that moment. All she cared about was Yves and his dexterous hands on her skin. She mewled when she felt his hand cup her breast, running a thumb across her areola until the bud hardened. Once it was fully hard, he pinched it.

“Oh!” A shiver racks down her spine at the sudden pleasure. She felt his lips curve against her neck as he repeated the action, gently tugging on the bud and rolling it between his fingers. She mewled as he teased the other with the same kind of attention, wanting even more of it. The quick stabs of pleasure going through her body began to quicken with every tug those long fingers give her hardened nipples, right after a pinch would immediately come a pull, then a twist until it felt as though he were playing her like an instrument. She felt like the violin that he excelled at so much as he plucked and flicked her ‘strings’.

“Ahhh, nn! M..more…” She whimpered softly as her hands went up his arms and gripped his shoulders. The response she got in return was a quick and simultaneous pinch of both nipples before the prince in question raised himself slightly to look at her. Those deep blue eyes were slightly darkened from desire as he looked her over before settling on her perky nipples. A slight smirk crossed his lips at the sight of them. They looked like strawberries, red and sweet, ready for eating.

“You’re so beautiful.” She felt that same warmth in her heart as she smiled sweetly at him past her pleasure.

“Oh Yves…” Her soft, love filled sigh soon gave way to a sharp cry as he suddenly twisted a nipple harshly, almost painfully. Though, the stinging sensation is quickly soothed by his wet tongue sliding over the abused bud, giving long, slow licks to ease the ache he just caused. The switch from pain to pleasure made the woman squirm as she rested her head against the pillows, her eyes fluttering closed. 

“Yves…ahh..” She sighed as his lips closed around the mound and startled suckling on it. She leaned her head back as the pressure increased steadily, the bud being pulled by his lips and occasionally flicked by his tongue. That same muscle swirled around her areola, taut with stimulation and only getting tighter as Yves continued to tease her flesh, his fingers skimming her hips and her thighs/ Her thighs squeezed together as the damp heat increased. She bit her lip, her skin heating everywhere he touched her, her own hand slipping into silken blond hair, the soft strands falling between her fingers. Those fingers tightened their grip when Yves found her neglected breast and gave it a firm squeeze. Yves pulled away from her breast, making her pout slightly, only for him to suddenly take the other nipple into his mouth, sucking furiously at it as his hand fondled and massaged the opposite breast.

“Ohhh…” She moaned long and sweet, her back arching towards her lover as his tongue played with the hardened peak. Her eyes met his for a moment, both misty and unfocused from desire and adoration for the other. He removed his mouth slowly, giving one long brush of his tongue and his blue eyes narrowed slightly as his knee slipped between her legs, her thighs clamping down in it for much needed friction. His elegant fingers brushed her cheek.

“I can’t get enough of you…you drive me wild, Y/N…” His adoring whisper was punctuated by the tender caress of his fingers against her skin. He lowered himself and nuzzled her collarbone like the affectionate cat he really was, her hands coming up to pet his hair lovingly, despite being clouded by passion.

“Goodness, you really are such a greedy sweetheart…My sweet hungry kitty.” She cooed softly, teasingly, before she gasped when Yves glared at her and shifted enough to take a vulnerable nipple, the nearest one to him, and gently bit down on it, his tongue then flicked it before removing his mouth for a moment to whisper in her ear, the warmth of his bare skin spreading on hers.

“Well it’s you who did this to me. I, Yves Kloss, demand you take responsibility for being the best thing that ever happened to me.” He purred as he nudged her legs apart. Y/N’s bit her lip as it curled into a seductive smile, formed equally of love, excitement and need as she allowed herself to be engulfed into the bliss of the mercurial cat.

🌸

[whore4munson]

Try Try Again - (Eddie Munson x F!Reader) 18+

Summary: Eddie helps you learn to play guitar. His methods are just a bit unorthodox.

Warnings: smut, cock warming, edging, hint of d/s, breath play if you squint, unprotected sex, spanking. (please tell me if i missed any!)

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: i did write this for a different fandom, but felt like this fit eddie very well! so if this looks familiar, i have posted it on another account in a diff fandom <3

Minors DNI

It never failed to amaze you how naturally talented Eddie was. For him, learning was like breathing. Nothing to spare any extra thought towards, nothing that had to be dwelled on. It just was. Guitar? Simple. Cooking? Easy peasy. Singing? Effortless. Drawing? He could do it with his eyes closed.

It was never like that for you. You dwelled. You could never dive into something and perfect it right away. You tried your hand at sports and broke too many bones to count. You attempted embroidery and it left you with bloody fingers. You even tried adult coloring books and couldn't get the colors to stay in the lines. Nothing came naturally for you. You weren’t a prodigy. You weren’t perfect. You weren’t Eddie.

But of course that never stopped you from trying again. And again… and again.

Eddie, being the best boyfriend, always supported you in all of your endeavors. This time, however, he was extra supportive.

“Eddie?” you called out, walking in the front door of your shared home. You hung your keys up on the hook in the entryway, listening for a response but you were only met with silence. You raised your eyebrow in confusion. Eddie was always home by now. You made your way into your bedroom, noticing his discarded shirt on the floor. He was definitely home, you knew that for certain now. Knowing he could only be in one other place, you padded down the hall to Eddie’s music room. The door was cracked open so you peeked in for a moment. You saw a shirtless Eddie with one of his guitars in his lap and a pick in his mouth. He was writing something down on a piece of paper. He wasn’t using his Strat. That was odd.

“Hi baby,” You said as you entered the room. His head snapped in your direction and a smirk played on the corner of his mouth. He took the pick out of his mouth and shoved it in the front pocket of his jeans. After leaning the guitar against the wall, he reached his arms out and made grabby hands at you. You giggled, crossing the room to straddle his thighs. He leaned forward and kissed your cheek, making his way down the side of your face and onto your neck.

“Welcome home, sweetheart. I have a surprise for you.” he said into your neck. You leaned back, pulling his head away from you.

“And what kind of surprise would that be, Eds?” You asked as you stood up. Eddie grabbed the paper he was writing on when you walked in and he handed it to you.

“I wrote down the scales you’re going to learn how to play by the end of the night. I’m hoping you’ll recognize the song as you play.” He said, pushing a strand of hair behind his ear.

You laughed, holding the paper out towards him.

“And what happens if I don’t learn them all tonight?” you question, wondering why he was giving you a deadline.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he shrugged before grabbing the paper and looking you dead in the eyes. “You don’t get to cum.”

You and Eddie were very adventurous in the bedroom, to say the least. There wasn't much you wouldn’t try if the other asked. Eddie’s tone alone told you that tonight was going to be eventful. Not only that, you would be trying something new. You trusted Eddie with everything in you, so the butterflies in your tummy weren’t from nerves, but from excitement. You felt the all too familiar burn in the pit of your stomach as your thighs clenched together. He didn’t have to say much to get you wet. You could already feel it pooling in your panties.

“Who says I won’t just get myself off after you go to sleep?” you challenge. The smirk fell off of Eddie’s face as he walked towards you. You gulped, taking a couple steps back and hitting the wall. Eddie slowly lifted his hand to run his fingers lightly across your lips.

“My sweet little girl,” he murmured, trailing his fingers down the side of your face. He reached your neck and wrapped his hand around it, leaning in to whisper in your ear.

“I’ll take my belt to your ass so hard you wont be able to sit for days. All you’ll be able to do is grovel at my feet. Is one pathetic orgasm worth all of that pain? Is it worth the embarassment?” He pressed a kiss to the side of your head and gently squeezed your neck before dropping his hand and making his way to the futon in the corner of the room.

“No sir,” you whispered, knowing he would hear you. He leaned back in the futon, pointing at the guitar next to his desk.

“Bring the guitar over here and then strip.” he ordered, reaching down to pull the pick out of his pocket.

His eyes were locked on you the entire time you walked across the room to grab the guitar. You made your way back and stood in front of him, holding the guitar out and patiently waiting for him to grab it from you. Once it was out of your possession, you toyed with the hem of your shirt nervously. Eddie’s hand shot out and swatted the side of your thigh. It made you jump in surprise.

“I said strip.” he demanded.

You whimpered, nodding in acknowledgement. Taking your shirt off wasn’t the hard part. You had soaked through your panties and you didn’t want him to see. You paused with your thumbs hooked in the waistband of your pants. Slowly, you looked up at Eddie, noticing he had a knowing look in his eyes.

“I know you’re dripping, why are you trying to hide it from me?” he questioned. You huffed, feeling embarrassed for making a big deal out of it.

“I know I won’t be able to play and I’m embarrassed because I’m going to be stuck like this all night.” you whined, rubbing your thighs together. You felt like a petulant child who wasn’t going to get her way.

Eddie slowly breathed in and out and leaned forward.

“You will do as I say. You’re speaking so low of yourself already and you haven’t even started. We’re doing it my way this time anyways. You’ll have more motivation to play, believe me. What’s your color?” he lightly rubbed your leg, looking into your eyes to assure you further.

“Green.” you mumbled, pushing your pants down your legs. Eddie's hand moved from your thigh to the front of your lace panties. Your hips shot forward trying to chase any possible friction but his hand pulled away. Eddie shot you a warning look and gently put his hand back where it was. You were absolutely throbbing now. All you wanted him to do was touch you where you needed it most. His pointer finger pressed against your clothed clit and you felt a moan fall from your lips.

“So wet for me, baby. Come sit on my lap and let me love you for a minute.”

You immediately obeyed and straddled his thighs. He pulled your face down to his and your lips met. As soon as you felt his tongue trace your lips, it was like the rest of your body realized what was happening. Your hips started grinding down onto his crotch and your hands flew to grab fistfuls of his hair. You could hear yourself whining as he squeezed your hip with one hand and cupped your pussy with the other. You could feel his cock hardening beneath you.

Eddie slowly pulled away, moving both hands to your hips and stopping your movements.

“Your lesson is about to start, pretty girl. Get my cock out and push your panties to the side. I want you to keep me warm while you play.”

Your eyes widened at his demand. You’d never done that before. You waited a moment to see if he was joking, but he definitely was not. You nodded and quickly reached down to his button to open it and then unzipped his zipper. You noticed he wasn’t wearing anything under his jeans and you groaned out loud as you pulled his hard cock out. Without thinking, you licked the palm of your hand and pumped him a couple times. As you sat up on your knees, you looked down to see a dark wet spot on Eddie’s jeans. Eddie followed your line of sight and whispered “fuck” when he saw the mess you made on him.

“What’s got you so worked up, sweetheart?” he asked, thrusting his hips up slightly.

“You do, sir. I wanna feel you in me so bad.” you say as you pull your panties to the side. Strings of your slick connect your pussy to your panties. You lined yourself up over Eddie's hard cock and slowly slid down, groaning at the feeling of fullness he gave you. You started to lift yourself so you could come back down, but Eddie’s hands gripped your arms.

“Don’t move. I didn’t tell you to fuck yourself on my cock, I told you to keep it warm. Now pick the guitar up and practice.” You wiggled your hips a little bit to get used to the stretch. Eddie handed you the pick and you picked up the guitar and started playing. Eddie rubbed your thighs while you played, but you noticed that he would completely remove his hands from you when you stopped playing or when you messed up.

After 10 minutes of sitting with Eddie’s cock inside of you, your frustration was at an all time high. You were so horny and your fingers weren’t cooperating on the strings. Eddie noticed your rapidly growing anger.

“How about we make this more interesting? I’m going to play with your pretty little clit while you practice. I might even fuck you a little bit. But the second you mess up or you stop playing, I stop playing too. If you finish what I’ve written on the paper, I’ll let my pretty girl cum on my cock.”

Your head fell backwards as a tiny moan fell out of your mouth. You quickly agreed and began strumming the guitar again. Eddie licked his thumb and brought it to your clit and started lightly rubbing in circular motions. You felt him start moving under you, tiny little thrusts made your thighs tremble. You were getting into it, putting just enough focus into playing, when you played the wrong note. Immediately Eddie stilled beneath you and he pulled his hand away.

“No. No no no, I’m sorry. I’m trying so hard sir, I promise. Please touch me again.”

Eddie nodded towards the guitar and brought his fingers back to your swollen clit. You began playing again, letting out little gasps and moans as Eddie fucked up into you. Again, after only a few notes, you misplaced your fingers and an ugly twang sound came from the instrument in your hands.

Eddie stopped all movement again and you cried out, “No! Please sir just touch me. I need you so bad, I was so close. Please I’ll do anything, pretty please let me cum, I can't breathe, I need it, I need you!” You felt delirious at this point, dripping all over his cock.

You were breathing heavily and gasping when you felt a sharp stinging sensation on your clit. You sucked in a deep breath and caught Eddie’s glare. He had spanked your pussy.

“That’s enough. You do as you’re told and you get to cum. You’re almost done, baby girl. You can do it.” he soothed. You took another deep breath and began playing again. Eddie brought both hands to your hips and began thrusting up into you again. He was so deep and your brain became all fuzzy. All you could think about was his hot thick cock moving in and out of you. You were barely paying attention to what you were playing as tears streamed down your face. Apparently it was correct, considering Eddie hadn’t stopped moving.

After what felt like forever, you finally finished everything Eddie had written out for you. You noted that the song was Paranoid by Black Sabbath. Your cheeks warmed, realizing he remembered your favorite song. He grabbed the guitar and leaned it against the wall next to the futon.

“What a beautiful performance, sweetheart. Now get your reward, baby. Ride my cock.” He had barely finished speaking before you began bouncing in his lap. Skin smacking together and heavy exhales were the only things you could hear in the room. You felt pleasure twisting in your tummy, a rubber band about to snap. Eddie could feel you clenching around him. He began to thrust up into you again.

“That’s my good little girl. You did such a good job keeping my cock warm while you played. You looked so pretty with my cock in your cunt and the tears running down your cheeks while you played the guitar.” Eddie reached up and wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing with every thrust of his cock.

“Come on baby, I can feel your pretty pussy milking my cock. I know you’re going to cum. I’m going to give you my cum too, baby. Let go for me, pretty girl.” His words set you off. The rubber band in your tummy snapped, making your entire body tense up. Just as you were pushed over the edge, you felt Eddie twitch inside you as his warm cum coated your walls. You leaned forward into Eddie’s chest as he pulled you off his softening cock. He lightly rubbed your back as you both came down from your high.

“Feel so empty.” you slurred, blinking tiredly.

Eddie chuckled and pushed your hair out of your face.

“I’m sure you do, lovely. You had my cock in you for the better part of an hour. You’re stretched so well.” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Eddie, I think I’m going to keep practicing the guitar. I think it’ll be really rewarding if I stick with it.” you mumbled, closing your eyes and drifting to sleep.

“I agree, baby girl. Let’s practice more often.”

[lokischocolatefountain]

Hiiii!

I have a request for you. Can you write something about their wedding? You have mentioned it alot of time and I am curious how their day was.

Chucho’s Boy

Series Masterlist

Fandom: Narcos

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader

Word count: 2.1k words

Summary: Chucho Peña’s boy finds love and nobody could be happier about it but him.

A/N: Hiii! I’m so late with this so I’m sorry about that first of all. I’ve tried something new with the wedding thing and I hope you enjoy it 🥰

Chucho Peña waited on the road in front of his farm, all the work for that morning done and his family gathered in the living room in front of the TV. He hadn’t scheduled much for that day anyways. He worked hard, instilled the same values in his son— perhaps a bit too much. But he knew to separate work from the rest of life. He knew to make time for leisure, make time for family. Perhaps he should’ve drilled that into Javier’s head a little more when he was growing up and still eager to listen to his old man.

“It’s here!” The postman yelled from a distance, still pedaling towards his destination on his old bicycle Chucho knew he’d owned since he took up the job nearly a decade ago.

His lips stretched into a smile as the package he’d been waiting on got closer and closer, yet not fast enough for his impatient heart. He made a quick trip to his front door and peeked in at the gathered family.

“It’s here!” He said, the news causing them to erupt into cheers. He ran back to the road and took the package from the postman.

“Congrats, Chucho! You finally got the tape,” he said, pulling out the notepad with a form for him to sign to confirm he’d received the package that came all the way from Colombia. Ever since Javier said he’d handed the package off to the mailroom at his job, Chucho had been waiting like Javier used to wait for his Christmas presents— impatient, bursting with excitement and counting the days until he could get his hands on it. Now all of Laredo knew that he was waiting for a package from his son.

He thanked the postman for bringing the precious cargo before rushing into his living room. One of his nieces who was much better with technology ripped the package open and set up the VCR to play the cassette. A piece of paper fell out of the package, one he bent down and picked up. He loved letters from his son— phone calls were always cut short by his work and Chucho felt that Javier was more honest with his pen than he was with his lips. But the letter would have to wait.

The TV screen filled with the colors of the office room in the embassy in Colombia, showing him a glimpse of where his son spent all his days and nights when he wasn’t facing danger on the streets. Javier shuffled into the frame, hair combed neatly and wearing the only tuxedo he owned. He adjusted his tie and tugged at the cuffs of his shirt to have them peeking outside his jacket sleeves.

Weddings in Laredo didn’t need such a nice suit. They also had family, he thought bitterly about the job that kept his only child so far away from him. But if it weren’t for the job, he wouldn’t have found the woman he was happy to settle down with. Behind the TV was a picture taken decades ago, back when Javi was only three quarters his current height and when he smiled easily. Back when the farm had Mama, Papa and Javi instead of just Papa and the animals. Carmela had her arm around their boy and Chucho had her hand in his. Oh how much Javier had grown from the little boy in the picture to the man on the television, all dressed up to marry the woman he loves. His heart ached for Carmela as he watched Javier’s features brighten— that was when he knew his daughter-in-law had walked into the room.

That was a smile he saw on his son too long ago, sometime before they lost his mother. Grief had consumed both father and son and while he was able to smile again now, his son had jumped headfirst into a job that took that particular smile away. The one that reached his eyes, one that wasn’t weighed down by the burden on his shoulders at all times. The first time he’d seen it in years was when he brought the girl home to introduce her as the woman he was marrying.

She wasn’t in a big wedding dress. It was white, but nothing grand. Javi leaned forward and whispered something to her, the smile on his lips stretching wider. She whispered something back to him before the officiant walked up and took his position.

“Javier Peña,” the officiant drawled as he looked at the bride and groom. “They weren’t joking, huh? You really are getting married.”

The family laughed at that and he joined. While he married Carmela early, Javier was something of a perpetual bachelor. Long ago, he locked away the part of his heart that wished for grandchildren. Now, he was beginning to hope again as he watched Javier’s smile turn a little shy before it turned cocky. “She couldn’t help but say yes,” he said, smirking at his bride.

“Well I could still say I don’t instead of I do, Peña,” she teased, making them laugh just like the people in the video recording. He took his left hand in his right and thumbed the ring on her finger.

“Is this why people throw big weddings? So the bride feels bad for the expenses and doesn’t leave at the last minute?”

“Maybe,” she answered, laughing with the room. The room fell into silence when the officiant cleared his throat. He pulled a piece of paper from his suit jacket and unfolded it.

“I see many men and women leave our homes behind to serve our country, to fight for a cause. Far away from home, I see so many grow lonely, tie themselves to their desks. In the groom’s case, his jeep. Going back and forth between Bogota and Medellin, facing the worst of humanity in this beautiful country. We get nice apartments here, but most never turn into homes as we cannot bring our families here. I’m happy to see that amidst all this, the two of you have found love and have made a home together,” he spoke, his expressions sincere and radiating warmth towards the couple. “Now for the vows.”

“Do you want to go first or…?” Javier asked his bride, ever the polite boy.

“I want to,” she said softly, taking his hands in hers.

The act reassured Chucho. They had a big extended family but Javier was still an only child. They tried. For years and years. But God had decided that they would have one little boy to raise. As an only child, he grew accustomed to doing everything alone- playing, chores, Mother’s Day cards. Javier would never have ended up in his lonesome- his cousins wouldn’t have let that happen. But he’d spread his wings out, flown far far away from family. He put himself in a place where it was difficult to get hold of him.

When she took his hands, it was as though they were telling him that neither of them would be alone from now. They would have each other. His boy would have someone to live for, instead of great big causes to die for.

“At first, I smiled at you at the restaurant only because I wanted to keep the free snacks coming,” she began, making Javi chuckle. “And then I agreed to a date and then another date and then you went and got on one knee at the same restaurant. That was when I knew my ploy for free snacks had gone too far.”

Javier’s laugh was distinct in the room. Chucho would always place it in a sea of people, and find his sweet face in a crowd.

“We’d just had dinner there and as tradition dictates, you paid for it. So I decided to stretch the free food out further and said yes. And now here we are, at the embassy, getting married,” she said, the mirth in her eyes softening to something more earnest.

“It wasn’t my first choice of venue when I thought of a wedding, but you are my first choice of groom. The only choice. I have never wanted to spend my entire life with anyone— that shit scared me. And I know it scared you too. What scares me more now is a life without you. I cannot imagine a life without being cared for the way you care for me, the way you care about everyone you come across in life. I can no longer go without your smile and your warm hugs and the way you can make me feel safe no matter what is going on around us. I promise to give you at least a shred of that safety in my arms when you come home.”

His son’s eyes glinted in the light and his nose turned pink. Telltale signs of approaching tears. His prediction came true as Javi lifted a hand to wipe his tears away. Chucho felt himself tear up as well. All a parent wanted was to see their children be happy. Not many had that blessing.

Oh how Carmela would’ve loved to see their boy get married… She would not have allowed a wedding at an embassy, of course. She would’ve flown herself to Colombia if she had to and gotten their boy to a church.

“I will stand by you in the hard times and the good times. I promise I will care for you the way you care for me. I promise to be your sanctuary, to cherish you when you’re home and miss you when you’re not. I promise you, Javier, the rest of my life, whatever it may look like.”

Javi leapt forward and pulled his bride into a kiss, his hands on either side of her face. He pulled back to look at her, his eyes softening and his smile honest.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice inaudible in the recording but his lips moving the right way to convey exactly what he’d said. He placed a kiss on her forehead when the officiant interrupted saying, “I didn’t say you could kiss.”

Bride and groom laughed and all the way here in Laredo, they too laughed at how eager he was to kiss his now wife. Defying the officiant, he pecked her lips once again before taking a step back.

“This embassy had become my life by the time I met you. My life revolved around work, criminals, cigarettes and bottles of whiskey, all of them mired in a darkness that I didn’t even know existed before I came here. In sunny Colombia, there was hardly any light for me. Until you. I still work too much, smoke too much, drink a little less than I used to— but still, too much. Because of you, I want to do a lot less of that. Because I have you, I want to come home.”

Chucho’s sister cooed at the confession, hand on her chest over her heart as she watched the pair marry. It wasn’t what he wanted, witnessing his only son’s wedding in his living room weeks after it happened. But it was what he had and it was sweet nevertheless.

“But the darkness can no longer consume me the way it used to because you shine brighter than the darkness I bring to our lives. To the woman who does that for me, I promise everything. All that I am and all that I have, though it’s very little, is yours until I die. I promise you all of me, the good and the bad and the darkness only you have embraced. I promise I will protect you with my life. I promise a better life when this is all over, to be a better husband than I have been a boyfriend. I promise to love you and respect you and cherish you the way you deserve to be.”

Chucho sniffled and wiped his tears off, his soul finally at peace to see his son promise himself to a woman, to a life that was more than just chasing criminals. He looked up at the picture of Carmela and spoke to her the way he’d been speaking to her since he buried her. Our boy is happy. Our boy is loved. He has found a home.

Along with the family, he watched the couple say I do. He wiped off more tears as he thought of his own wedding day and the life he shared with his wife, the baby boy they raised to be a good man.

They exchanged rings, smiling at each other and Chucho saw their entire future ahead of them— the parts he would see and the parts he wouldn’t. The children they would have and the love they would share, just like he did with his Carmela.

[sapphic-pikachu]

Playing Dress Up

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Reader

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption 2

Words: 1.6K

Summary: Arthur waits as you get ready for a plan that require you both to dress up for a party.

Warnings: I haven’t written fanfiction for like 5 years, Arthur is an insecure man who needs a hug, mainly Arthur’s pov, sfw

A/N: I might do a part two of this involving them actually being at the gala? fake dating trope is my weakness sorry x lemme know if anyone wants it

Arthur’s heart feels warm in his chest as he glimpses the shadows of your silhouette through the canvas of his tent.

Inside, he can hear your bashful laughter amongst the rest of the girls. When they heard about the preparation needed for this latest plan of Dutch’s, they immediately staked claim to both you, and Arthur’s tent, pulling the tent flaps closed behind you all.

“The lady and her helping hands need privacy, of course!” Karen had yelled in some horrible imitation of the upper class, before cackling with laughter.

Arthur leaned against a wooden bench surrounded by the rest of the gang, who similarly to the women, were giddy about the prospect of money if their latest plan went accordingly. Arthur roughly tugged against the stiff white collar of his button down. He jolted his hand firmly downwards when Mrs Grimshaw, who had been guiding him sternly all evening on how to keep his suit clean, shot a warning glare his way.

“You won’t be saying that when he drags us both into it and has us waking snakes,” he had grumbled back. It was you who had rolled your eyes then, responding to him with a playful shove with your hand. Arthur thought his heart had stopped beating then, and the feeling of your fingertips on his upper bicep burnt into his skin for the rest of the day.

Arthur had been right to roll his eyes - here he was, dressed to the high nines with Hosea, Dutch, Bill and Trelawney in similar looking high class suits. His hair was slicked back, his beard freshly trimmed and the black blazer clung to his arms tightly - a mistake often made when Trelawney was given free reign over the gang’s fashionable attire, and had to outsource it from any means necessary.

On the outskirts of the town that they were currently holed up just outside of, a large, very rich, group of people were to meet up in the form of a party. Trelawney had heard of it, and thought it would be a brilliant idea for the gang to rob all the assumably drunk partygoers blind. Arthur didn’t deny that it was a good plan; he just desperately wished it didn’t involve wearing such a form fitting, expensive piece of clothing. And even more so, he desperately wished it didn’t involve having to be sociable with the entire high society on a medium sized town.

He had thought it would just be them at first. Of course, they would have Javier, Lenny and Sadie right outside in a carriage, fully armed and rearing to go, just in case things were to go south. But then Trelawney came back bursting into camp that morning with a small leather chest, filled with a dress, jewellery and hair clips just for you.

Arthur had laughed joyfully, ignoring the glare you gave him across camp. You had assumed you would help out with Sadie and the rest, assisting with your guns blazing only if necessary. But Dutch had developed bigger plans for you: you were to pose with the rest of the men, as a high society lady looking to develop new roots and relationships in a new area. Much like Arthur, the thought of wearing such clothing and having to make conversation with such people appalled you - while you appreciated the beauty of femininity, it was much more easier for you to stick on men’s trousers and boots when you were gunning down people or riding your trusted horse away from the law.

And so everyone waited for you to be done. Every once in a while, Mary-Beth or Karen would skirt out of the tent, grabbing something from their own or stealing something from one of the men, before scurrying back in. When Dutch had tried to peek his head into the tent to ask the girls how long they were going to be, Karen practically hissed at him.

He could barely make out the girls chatter from within the tent. He had noticed your distinct lack of talking for the past few hours while you were trapped in the tent - sometimes, he would hear the murmur of your voice before a sharp response from Karen.

“Don’t you dare speak! You’ll smudge all my work!”

At some points, he would hear you yelp or telling the girls off for bringing a cosmetic too close to your eye or pulling corset strings too tight. Himself and the rest of the gang would chuckle quietly at the roughness of the women, namely Karen.

A rustle came from the opening of the tent. He stood straight as Tilly peeked her head out.

“Are you all ready to see our work?” Tilly asked, a toothy smile showing as she talked.

“Finally!” Dutch exclaimed getting to his feet from his place around the campfire. The other men involved followed suit. Uncle drunkly cheered in the background, sparking a laugh from some of the other members.

“Allow us to introduce you all to the lovely Miss Lady Callahan!” Tilly presented, coming out from the tent and holding the tent flap to the side to allow you to come out.

Arthur really, really thought his heart stopped beating then.

There you were: A long, golden dress hugged your figure to your waist, where it bunched up to flare out the material. The bodice of the dress cut down into a rounded neckline above your chest, where a pearl necklace with gold adornments draped your neck. The girls had your hair pinned up, with sections curling down to surround your face, which they had peppered subtly with cosmetics. Your eyes seemed darkened around eyelids, your lips and cheeks stained to a permanent blush.

As always, you looked beautiful. But in the light of the sun lowering on the camp and the adjustments the girl had made, Arthur was forced to think of a different life you could have had. A life he could never give you. A life you could never have when he was in yours.

Whistles surrounded throughout camp. You laughed, rolling your eyes at the gang’s overwhelming response to your appearance. Guided by the jeers of one of the camp members, you twirled on the spot, your dress flaring out around you.

“Ain’t ye gonna complement yer wife, Mr Callahan?” Sean jested from beside him, “Because if ye don’t I will!”

The strangeness of Tilly’s previous words suddenly hit him. His identity for the night, was rich business man Arthur Callahan, who had just moved to the area and was looking to make some like-minded business relations. Why was your name also Callahan?

He turned suspiciously towards the space occupied by Dutch and Hosea.

“Wife?” He asked. Dutch and Hosea raised them eyebrows, as if they had never done anything wrong in their life ever.

“We can’t be having an unwed lady attend the gala by herself! No, how preposterous, my boy. You and this lovely lady will be posing as a newly wed couple,” Trelawney butted in passing him a wedding band that Arthur noticed was already around your finger, “And with looks like that, you’ll have every man at the party jealous!”

Trelawney sent a wink in your direction as he finished, and despite your laugh at his compliments, you looked down at your feet and swallowed heavily.

Arthur felt terrible. How could he not? Here you were, the picture of perfection and you were being forced to pretend to be a man like his’s bride. You probably felt disgusted with the knowledge that you’d have to hold on to a man like him all night. His chest ached at the thought.

“Ain’t she looking real pretty, Arthur?” Tilly giggled, Mary-Beth beside her elbowing her side and covering her mouth to hide her fellow snickering.

You hadn’t been in the gang all that long. But for the time that you had, it because painfully obvious to everyone else that Arthur was very badly in love with you and was too much of a fool to ever do anything about.

You looked up at Tilly’s comment, staring into Arthur’s eyes. Arthur froze, then after a moment it was like his heart started beating again.

“You look beautiful sweetheart.”

You smiled back at him, but anything else was interrupted by the loud clap emitting from Dutch’s hands.

“Folks! It’s time to get moving. Everyone who’s coming, come on. Micah, Mrs Grimshaw, you’re in charge till our return. It’s time we make some money” With that, Dutch grinned manically, and left in the direction of their transport. Everyone else moved to get where they needed to be. Everyone except you and Arthur.

You closed the distance between you and Arthur, looking up at him from where you stood.

You held your arm out for his.

“Well, my darling husband, shall we get going?” You said, your voice slighting higher pitched and a daring smirk across your face.

Arthur interlocked his arm with yours, looking down into your eyes and smiling.

“Yes, my beautiful wife, I believe we shall.” Arthur ignored the fluttering in his chest as he felt the side of your body brush against his, and you began to walk towards the others together.

[tomatoswup]

"Can I get a-"

summary: Hi! Welcome to McDonald's! How may I take your order?

warnings/tags: crack!fic, legit just a crack fic, or aCTUALLY A CRACK!DRABBLE☝️☝️ mcdonalds propaganda, big breakfast and hash brown advocation, poor vash trying to work on a normal day, knives fist fighting a customer waffle house style, reader just wants their breakfast ;(

A/N: ....do i have to explain why i wrote this.....i found the whole mcdonalds au one of the funniest things the fandom could've come up with...it wasn't just a need it was a NECESSITY :D

"Order number 32!"

Ah yes, McDonalds at 7 in the morning, the beeps of the orders coming in, the beeping of the machines, and the bustling talking of the customers either sitting and eating or waiting for their orders.

McDonalds was a true staple of cryptic shopping for hunger.

But you could never get enough of their big breakfast and hashbrowns. And like a zombie, sometimes you found yourself in line some mornings before work.

But this morning seemed a bit...off.

"YOU'RE BURNING THE THE FUCKING HASHBROWNS WOLFWOOD!"

"NO I'M NOT!"

You couldn't help but watch a pancake fly in the air as you made your way to the counter. There, you were met with a kind faced worker, a cute one too! Peeking at his name plate that read "Vash", you gave him a soft smile, still feeling a bit tired.

"Hi! How can I help you?" He asked, returning the smile, the McDonalds hat on his head pushing down the tufts of blonde spikes of his, peeking under the hat.

But why was he wearing glasses? It was practically still dark outside...

"Hi, can I get a-"

"EXCUSE ME! WHY DID I NOT GET ANY LARGE FRIES!" Turning your attention to one of the customers right by you, both Vash and you jumped at the sudden slam of a receipt onto the counter to one of the other workers behind it.

A more pale, blonde man stood there, giving the rude customer one of the most stankiest faces you never thought some one could ever give.

If looks could kill, this man definitely could. He looked like he was about to jump over the counter and pounce on the man with the energy he was giving out.

Waffle House style.

"Err, sorry 'bout that.."Vash sweatdropped before looking back at you "What did you want to order?"

"Can I get uh-"

"JESUS FUCK MERYL DO YOU KNOW HOW TO FLIP A SAUSAGE?"

"WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME!? I'VE BEEN WORKING HERE FOR 2 YEARS! YOU'RE THE NEW ONE!"

You took a step back when suddenly, you saw a flash of yellow flying towards the both of you.

WAS THAT AN EGG??

Oh fuc- "FUCK!" You shouted as you ducked, wait did you say duck? Or did you say fuck?

Looking back up, you saw pieces of egg hanging off the back of Vash's head as you put a hand over your mouth.

Oh noo...

"I'm so sorry-"

You got back up on your feet and leaned over to brush off the egg pieces from the back of Vash's head.

"And I thought today was gonna be a normal morning..." Vash exhaustingly sighed.

Suddenly, you heard a scuffle behind you, chairs moving and things toppling over.

What was going on!

Turning around, you watched as Nai fist fought the customer, chairs flying everywhere as Nai tackled the man into a table.

"HEY HEY KNIVES IS FIGHTING!!" You heard someone scream from the back before the influx of McDonalds workers came running from behind the counter, jumping over or going through the door entrance to aid him.

"GET HIS ASS KNIVES!"

"GET HIM OFF!"

"Oh we're getting sued..."

You couldn't help but just watch on, mouth agape at what just happened in the matter of 1 hour, before looking back at Vash, who kept his place behind the register, covering his face with his hands in embarrassment.

"I'm so so sorry...Honestly, I can give you a free apple pie because of all this..." He apologized, shoulders drooping down.

"Oh um, it's okay, really." You couldn't help but chuckle "Rough morning huh?"

Maybe you should come back another day.

...At least the cashier was cute..

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Vesuvia Weekly: The Marketplace Incident

~ my little written sketch for @vesuviaweekly's prompt "How Things Went Wrong (feat the Arcana familiars)". Enjoy an afternoon from the perspective of my fandom self-insert :3 ~

Word count: 1.5k

The marketplace really is the best spot to write in. The bustle of afternoon shoppers in the sunny square is a soothing view from my shaded nook, tucked between Selasi's booth and an alleyway of stairs. The steady sea breeze makes the parchment in front of me flutter, carrying the smell of spiced bread as it tousles my hair from my forehead.

"Need a refill?" The baker leans on the stone wall above the low table I'm pretending to draft my next story on. "Maybe it will help the ink flow better."

"Thanks, Selasi, but I'm afraid I've barely had a sip." I gesture to my mostly-full clay cup. "It's a good blend, though - what did you use for it this time?"

"A craftsman never shares his secrets." He hunches closer, not-so-subtly trying to sneak a peek at my handwriting. "What is today's writing about? More of our six friends' adventures, by a friendly young man whose signature is a rotting brain?"

I roll my eyes at his teasing smile. "Okay, using the moniker 'brainrot' doesn't automatically mean gruesome physical decay -"

We both jump at the sudden cat's yowl from the direction of the baker's counter. A fuzzy orange blur streaks to my corner, tiny claws digging into my shirt as it uses me as a ladder to get to Selasi's shoulder.

"Pounce? What is it, little one?"

"Bad dogs!" Faust's face pops into view, her body slowly unwinding from the cloth umbrella over me.

I barely have time to stabilize her plop onto my arm before I catch sight of two more barking fuzzy blurs tearing around the corner, a screeching raven flapping frantically after them. All three start heading in my direction as soon as they see me stand up to intervene. "Mercedes, Melchior! Come here!"

As ill-trained as I know Lucio's dogs are, the half-finished roll I hold out in their direction is more than enough to convince them. They slide to a halt in front of me, paws and tail still skittering from side to side, eyes trained on the treat. The flustered raven descends on my shoulder and Faust scoots onto Selasi's arm to give him more space.

"It's rare to see these fellows here without their owners ..." The baker runs his hand over Pounce's bushed-out tail in a soothing arc. "Did something happen?"

"What didn't happen?" I mumble in response. I don't think I recognize the strange goop Faust has left on my shirt, or the hooped earring in Malak's beak, or the concerningly pleasant smell wafting off of the dog's silky coats. I hold out my palm in front of the bird on my shoulder. "Give me the shiny, please. Which friend did you take this from?"

"Took it when I squeezed!"

"Who did you squeeze, Faust? Was it Julian?"

"Stinky count. Stole my fishies!"

The hissed voice clearly belongs to a cat, but it's not coming from the trembling ginger tabby in Selasi's arms. Pepi lopes into view on the wall above me with a smug look on her little face. Oh, right. I keep forgetting that she learned how to talk ...

"Lucio ... stole your fish?"

"Pepi earned the fishies - Pepi was a good cat and caught all the rats! Went to the docks to get the fishies, but he took them first!"

I try to piece the narrative together, noticing what looks like a pearly white owl listening in from the roof of the booth. "So ... Portia went to buy Pepi some fish, but Lucio bought them first? Where did the earring come from?"

"Master tried to help!"

"Oh, did Asra try to trade their earring for the fish? I thought his piercings closed up years ago."

Malak caws loudly in protest. Faust wiggles and bobs from her perch on Selasi's shoulder as the distant owl takes off for a different corner of the marketplace.

"Not Master's earring."

I study the golden hoop, finally catching the protective gleam in Malak's eye. "Ohh, this is Julian's, isn't it? Okay, from the top." I watch five pairs of animal eyes point back in my direction. "Portia went to get fish for Pepi, but Lucio bought them first. Asra tried to intervene, and then Julian offered an earring that he apparently owns to bargain for the fish with. Is that right?"

I almost miss the variety of nods when a thick coat of fur unexpectedly brushes across the backs of my knees. When I look down, it's right into Inanna's bright green eyes - and the torn bag of rice in her mouth. She drops it at my feet, spilling the grains across the ground and sending Malak into a flurry of indignant squawks. The wolf curls up for a nap at my heels, completely unfazed. Selasi gently sets Faust on my abandoned parchment and returns to his oven with an amused "good luck!"

"O-Okay." I drag my hand down my face and do my best to analyze the mess. "So why do the dogs smell nice, why is Faust slimy enough to smudge my ink, and why am I the one currently holding Julian's mystery hoop?"

"Squeeze the thief! Rescue the shiny! Run away fast!"

Faust bleps her tongue proudly, while Pepi takes a smug seat on the stones and the dogs begin to growl. One warning huff from the large wolf pretending to sleep behind me quietens the impending ruckus.

"And ... do I want to know about the slime and the fruity smells?"

Pepi yawns above me, slowly succumbing to the sun-warmed wall. "Beauty stall."

Faust curls herself elegantly over my story draft in an attempt to flaunt her shiny scales. "Moisturize."

"You're practically glowing, Faust. Such a beautiful girl!" Asra's trotting in my direction, a very sweaty pair of Devorak siblings close behind and a red-faced ex-count bringing up the rear. The magician scoops her up off of the table, my freshly hydrated parchment going with it, as Pepi uses the top of my head as a springboard into Portia's arms. Julian gives his judgemental raven a sheepish look before brightening at the earring in my palm.

"Did you leave us the rice trail, Faust?" Asra scritches the serpent's chin.

"Wait - rice trail? What rice trail? Is that how you knew where you were going? Where did they get - my rice!"

Inanna gives the shocked doctor a guiltily amused look, nudging the torn bag with her nose and watching the last of the grains spill onto my feet. Lucio straightens from where's been fussing over his perfumed dogs, finally catching his breath.

"Hah! Serves you right for trying to take my fish!"

Portia bristles and turns on him as Inanna slinks off to the large figure skulking in the shadows several booths away. "Your fish? That vendor and I have been friends for three years, you heard him say that I'd get first pick!"

I can't tell if Lucio is grinning or gritting his teeth. "Does it matter? I already paid for those things, they were the least smelly ones!"

"Enough!" The Countess's firm voice rings across the corner of the square, effectively halting the brewing squabble that's hijacking my writing corner. Chandra reassumes her perch on the baker's booth roof as Nadia rubs her temples in resigned frustration. "I have already paid for a year's worth of cosmetics. I have no interest in paying for your argument with a headache as well."

She heaves a tired sigh as the familiars settle in with their owners, sparing me a comforting glace. "Considering the paperless state of your table, I trust there were no writing casualties involved?"

Portia scurries over with a worried look. "Oh, I'm so glad you hadn't started yet!"

"Well ..."

"I think we did interrupt him, unfortunately." Asra's already taking a seat at my table, holding a fresh bowl of rolls in one hand and my smudged paper in the other while Faust hides guiltily in their shirt. "What's a 'ringtone'?"

Julian helps himself to the paper. "Allow me - perhaps I can shed some light on - ah!"

I've already given up hope on restoring my draft, so I don't wince nearly as badly as my friends do as a sharp, golden hand snatches my handwriting and rips it in the process. Lucio's pout deepens the further he reads. "I'm not in this."

"He's probably not finished it." Nadia holds her hand out, impervious to Lucio's begrudging surrender, and carefully offers the paper back to me. "We should leave you in peace, or you'll never meet your deadline."

Portia takes the cue and begins herding Lucio back to the docks for a fresh round of fish. Nadia gives Asra a pointed look, resulting in them stuffing the last of their roll into their mouth and rising from the cushions. They leave the last two pieces of bread for me.

"Julian," I call as he turns away, "one more question."

"Ah - yes?"

"What's the story with the earring?"

"Oh!" He flushes unexpectedly, fumbling the hoop away into his pocket. "... it, ah, it doesn't go in my ear. Adieu!"

[vikingstoner69]

Fandom; one piece

Paring: Zoro/reader

Warnings; unsafe sex, biting, choking, possoves zoro

A/N: I know this took absolutely forever! I'm really sorry it's been a rough month for me and haven't been able to do much writing. As always feedback is always welcome and my ask box is open as well.

You can see your breath as you walk beside Brook where you were freezing in this part of wano. Things had taken a turn for the worst like normal and you all were now being hunted down. You had heard Zoro was badly injured so you came with Brook to see how he was doing, you were not expecting what you found though.

"We were just sleeping!" You hear Zoro yell and peek your head inside to find Zoro laying on a mat with a beautiful woman laying beside him and you feel your heart crack. Zoro and you had been fooling around and as time went on you had thought he had felt the same you did, guess not. Biting your lip you feel eyes on you and see Zoro stare at you but you don't look him in the eye.

"I'm going back to the hut Brook" you say loudly enough for everyone to hear as tears feel your eyes. You had no right to be angry. He was not yours to clam and he could do whatever he wanted but It still hurt more than you had liked.

"Well okay, are you sure? We just got here" he says looking at you, you look at him then finally at Zoro once you pull yourself together, you would not let him see how much this hurt you.

"Yeah, I have seen all I need too and he is clearly more than fine" you say harshly, venom laced at the end making Brook look at you oddly and you heard a groan come from the hut you were standing at.

"Oi! (Y/N)! Wait!" You hear Zoro call but you ignore him and keep walking. You bite your lip harshly and hold back yours when you feel him grab your arm.

"Let go!" You snap, turning and yanking your arm free, you were pissed and hurt and wanted to be left alone. Zoro glares at you and your tone.

"What is the matter with you!?" He growls clearly not happy with your attitude but you didn't really care at that point. You ball your hands into fits wanting to punch him but you think better of it.

"Why don't you go back to her, I'm done being your plaything Zoro!" You snarl and turn away from heading back into your hut slamming the slide door behind you leaving you in a low lit room with the only light coming from the fire. You roughly rub your eyes from the tears and you felt like you wanted to scream.

"You wanna explain what you mean by that" you jump and swing around at his voice, the glim in his eye is dangerous and you almost feel like prey under his stare.

"You heard exactly what I said Zoro! I'm done with whatever the hell this is! I'm done being in love with a man who doesn't feel the same! Im-" your rant is cut off as your back hits the wall and you look up at Zoro who now towers over you and you feel your stomach drop, you knew he would never hurt you but that look excited you more than it should.

"You're not leaving me (y/n) and you're more than a play thing! Your mine" he said huskily and your mouth goes dry at his words. Zoro leans down and kisses you deeply pulling your face and body close to him and your arms are placed on his chest. You try to push him away but he is hard as stone making him growl and nip your lip and you moan.

"But your injury?" You moan as he sucks a mark into your neck. Zoro chuckles darkly before he bites leaving a mark behind that he soothes with his tongue making you cry out.

"Nothing is going to stop me from showing you that you're mine in every way" he says huskily, never breaking eye contact, your hands run up his chest to rest behind his neck where you run your nails through his hair there making him shiver.

"And you're mine?" You whisper his lips so close to yours. Zoro reaches for your hand and he places it on his chest.

"Every last part of me til I take my last breath" he says, you lean up and kiss him deeply and he growls lifting you up and you wrap your legs around him and moan at the friction. Zoro carries you over to the mat on the floor and lays you down hovering over you. Zoro undresses you leaving you bere under him.

"Zoro!" You moan your back arching as he kisses and bites down your neck. You reach up pushing his kimono open and your nails run down his chest making him growl. You lean up kissing and biting his neck leaving marks behind and he groans grinding into you.

"Who do you belong to?" He asks huskily his hot length running through your folds making you moan and you look up at him.

"You zoro I belong to you, and you belong to me" you moan and he smirks before he slowly enters you and you cling to him. You let out a moan at the stretch and burn as he bottoms out, no matter how many times you two have done this he always feels too big.

“Always so wet and tight for me” he groans as he lets you adjust. You lean up and kiss him deeply, nipping his bottom lip making him growl.

“Always for you, now fuck me zoro I need you” you moan clinging to him tightly. Zoro groans and starts to move his thrusts rocking your body making your nails claw down his back.

“Fuck your mine! All mine” he growls his hand wrapped around your throat as he pounded into you making you cry out his name.

“Oh fuck zoro! There!” You cry out as your toes curl. Zoro snarls at the sounds he was making you make and every time your nails clawed down his back he would see stars.

“Fuck! I wanna feel you cum on my cock” he growled as he pounded into you. You cling to him as the knot grows tighter, you are so close.

“Zoro please, I'm so close!” You moan your hips thrusts up taking him deeper and he groans.

“Come for me” he groans and you tighten around him as you cum hard.

“Zoro!” You cry out as you cum, Zoro hips slams into you once more before he stalls and you feel his hot cum shoot inside of you.

“God Dammit (y/n)” he pants as he leans his head down trying to catch his breath as you do the same. Zoro pulls back and grins down at you as he slowly pulls out loving the face you make every time he does. You look up at him and stroke his face softly and he leans down and kisses you deeply, stealing your breath once again.

“Never forget your mind, but I'm always here to remind you” he chuckled dark and you lean up your naked breasts rub his chest and you feel his cock twitch. You grin and flip him on his back so you were now straddling him, his hands resting on your hips as you lean down close to his ear.

“your mine Zoro don't you forget that, don't make me chain you up” you say hottiy in his ear before biting his neck.

“Promise?” He chuckles darkly and you sit up a bit.

“Don't start something we don't have time for” you smirk, climbing off him and looking for your clothes.

“Just you wait” he grins.

[illusioninfnty]

day 29 ; somnophilia

↠ roronoa zoro x reader

fandom: one piece word count: 825 warnings: nsfw 18+, implied consent, blowjob, unprotected sex, slight overstimulation

kinktober m.list || read on ao3

“Zoro?” You peek your head into the men’s cabin looking for your crewmate. He, of course, is napping, laying on his back with his hands behind his head, his swords propped up onto the wall near him.

He looked good even when he slept. His shirt had been hitched up, exposing his chiseled abs. The arms of the shirt were tight against his bulging muscles, even more prominent with the way his arms were pulled back.

You weren’t really sure what to call your relationship with Zoro. You two certainly weren’t exclusive, not with the way you sometimes take up the company of strangers whenever the crew goes out to bars, feeling Zoro’s stare on you the entire time you whisk away with a new person.

Yet in the end, you also go back to him, back into his bed, and back under his body and touch.

As you enter, you slowly close the door behind you so as to not awaken Zoro just yet. You make your way over to where he sleeps on the bed and start undoing his pants. His cock is soft, and you need to give it only a couple of kitten licks before it begins to harden and come to life.

You place the head of it in your mouth, sucking on it as it throbs. You lower your head, taking him up to the base. You can barely breathe as his cock takes over every crevice of your mouth.

He feels heavy on your tongue, and you relish in the sensation. Zoro rarely lets you suck him off, instead opting to give you oral instead. You weren’t necessarily opposed to it, but sometimes you just wanted to worship his long, thick cock.

You bob your head up and down his length for a good while, slobbering all of it. Spit dribbles out the sides of your mouth. You keep an eye on Zoro, as he remains sleeping the whole time you blow him.

After a couple of minutes you release his cock with a soft pop, and you take his now wet length in your hands, stroking it in its entirety. You shimmy out of your bottoms, your bottom half now fully nude. Your juices stick to your panties as you pull them off, kicking them to the side.

Your slit is wet, aching with need to have Zoro stuffed full inside you. You swipe your fingers around your entrance, gathering globs of what is proof of your horniness. Stroking Zoro, you mix your juices with the precum that beads the tip of his cock.

Climbing over him, exposing his abs more as you cautiously open up his top, you align yourself with the head of his cock.

You sink down slowly, knowing well the pain of having his large cock stuffed inside you too quickly. Despite the numerous times you’ve slept with Zoro, there’s still a subtle stinging pain as you lower yourself past his cock head and take him all the way to the base.

Whimpers escape your lips uncontrollable, and you don’t pay attention to if you’re waking Zoro up with your sounds or not. You begin to bounce on top of him, the sounds of skin slapping becoming the loudest in the room.

Your eyes roll back into your head as his cock fills you completely, you love the stinging pain that fills you up whenever you fuck him. Your back arches, chasing the pleasure that takes over your body as you ride him with all the vigor you can muster.

It doesn’t take long for your orgasm to approach. Zoro’s still body lays below you, and you take all the pleasure you can from him. Your hips move faster and faster on him, his cock throbbing harshly inside of you.

Your walls clench down on Zoro tightly, like a vice. You can’t help the short gasps and low moans that escape your lips as your hands travel across his chest, gripping him for some sort of stability as your orgasm washes over you, your juices squirting all over his cock that stays nestled deep inside you.

As you ride out your orgasm, clenching down furiously onto Zoro’s aching cock, you feel him shift beneath you. He peeks through one of his eyes, and suddenly his cock bucks into you, hitting spots you couldn’t on your own. You gasp, falling into his chest as he fucks up into you.

“Did I say to stop?” His voice is rough and gravelly as he awakens, and you can’t help the way your walls flutter around his cock hearing how sexy he sounds. 

One of his thick hands comes to grip your waist, grounding himself as his hips slap into you, the overstimulation making your eyes roll into the back of your head. 

He gives you his trademark smirk that never fails to make your heart flutter in your chest. “You still didn’t make me cum yet.”

[wannaeatramyeon]

mooooom! i got a request for youuu~ 💌

-young reader learned taekwondo from hansu, but never got to meet his son. so, she only knew taehoon from hansu's stories and cute photos of him aaand that's how she developed a crush on taehoon. years later, she finally meets him... but her "cute" image of him immediately shattered the moment he opened his mouth; chaos ensues 💀

this scenario has been on my mind for a while now and it makes me giggle to an unhealthy degree that i want an entire fic of it 😭 also if it wasn't obvious, i thirst for hansu content 🥺🫶 tysm in advance 🤧

p.s. i really REALLY love your fics and your writing aaaaaa 🫠 ik i already told you before and but im saying it again hehe hope you have a great day! ilyy~~ 💖💖

My dear lovely baby Rie! I saw this and thought yes, let's drop everything INCLUDING Tears of The Kingdom and write this.

But... I'm sorry, there really isn't much Hansu in this, it's very very Taehoon centric.

One of the best things about fandom is bringing people together and I'm so happy to have met you!

Seong Taehoon x Reader: Strangers to... a Not-Crush

Follow up with Hansu and Taehoon here

You're pretty sure you're in love with this Taehoon.

The first time you heard his name was during your very first Taekwondo lessons, many many years ago

Schedules, circumstances, situtations; all the usual life happenings has stopped you both from actually meeting.

But Hansu waxes lyrical about his son. You must have heard for the hundredth time how he is a spinning prodigy, how he has surpassed Hansu at a similar age, how he will be one of the best. His name destined to be written in the history books.

As Hansu talks about his son with stars in his eyes, you can't help the shine rubbing off on you too.

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"Y/N, this is Taehoon."

Your jaw drops. Sure, Hansu has shown you countless pictures. Compared to the real living thing though, the gap is so vast you might as well say he's the least photogenic person alive. That's really saying something, because Taehoon photographs well.

He's one of the prettiest boys you've ever seen.

With his lips and eyes and even his goddamn hair. Are those lashes even for real? And then you notice his stature and his muscles, his rock-solid chest and abs peeking through.

Maybe he's not pretty at all. He's fucking hot.

You jaw drops even further.

Why on earth hasn't Hansu ever shown you a full body picture, he could have at least prepared you. Like a cliche, you feel weak at the knees. You feel light-headed-

Then Taehoon opens his mouth and the illusion shatters. Splinters into a hundred million little pieces. With his next words, you've never felt more pissed off in your life.

"Keep looking pervert, and I'll pluck your eyes out,"

What the fuck is this guy's problem.

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For once, the stars align, and you see each other constantly.

You curse the damn stars. You curse Hansu for passing your tutelage to Taehoon. Most of all, you curse Hansu for creating this.

The idea of Taehoon is much better than this... this fucking menace you have to see day in day out.

Taehoon makes you address him as Master. He hits you on the head for stepping out of line (you bite your tongue every goddamn time), he takes no prisoners during your spars together, makes you repeat exercises over and over until you're on all fours and trying not to throw up.

And infuriatingly, he touches you.

Little corrections with his hands, his elbows, his knees, his legs, his foot. "Your stance is shit," he tells you, "your technique is still off," as he taps the offending body parts, mere millimetres out of place. Your cheeks burn every time and your skin is on fire even hours later.

What's worse is your head swims every night with Taekwondo and Taehoon.

Lying in bed, all you can see is him. That antagonising smug smile on his lips. You want to wipe it off his stupidly handsome face.

See if he has any cutting words left when, not if, you beat him in a spar, and you gloat over him, straddling his hips, trapping him between your thighs and you can feel how aroused he is-

Oh.

Shit.

You hug your pillow tighter to your body.

This relevation is a fucking nightmare.

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Taehoon reckons your skills are average at best. What he's most impressed with is your dedication and tenacity.

No matter how many times he kicks your ass, you still get back up for more. Regardless of all his nitpicking and corrections with your form, you take onboard his words and listen.

He hasn't missed that it's all through gritted teeth. Still.

He also hasn't missed you blushing and your breath catching in your throat when he touches you.

Nothing not out of necessity, all completely above board. But it's still funny. Messing with you.

Taehoon tells himself he is completely unaffected. People fawn over him all the time, you looking at him with hearts in your eyes is nothing new.

It's just amusing, that's all.

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You don't know whether this is heaven or hell.

Taehoon piggybacks you all the way from the studio to the emergency room. You're so close you can almost taste him, see all his faint freckles, the vein in his temple from the exertion and concern.

All this proximity is doing nothing for your crush. Which you are determined to get over, by the way. Because this guy is a goddamn asshole and nothing else.

It was a silly accident, really. You went for an opening when there was none, causing Taehoon to mistime his kick. You collapsed like a sack of shit.

Worried hands check up on you even as his mouth runs.

"It's fine," you say, waving off his concern. When you tried to stand up, your ankle is in no mood to bear any weight.

You go down for a second time.

Taehoon's patience is unexpected. He waits with you until you are seen to.

Conversation is strained, and he doesn't talk much, just giving you wary glances every now and then.

But you fill the silence, telling him little anecdotes from your life and your day. Bridging the gap between Taekwondo and the little pieces that make up the rest of your life.

His lips quirk as you speak. The smiles aren't condescending.

Eventually, when the nurse tells you it's just a simple strain and will heal if you keep off it, Taehoon is the one that nods and asks follow up questions.

At the end of the day, after another piggyback this time to your home, you thank him for his time and he is surprised at your sincerity.

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Taehoon doesn't miss you. Definitely not.

The only reason he is at your door with stew and kimchi is because his old man told him to check up on you.

You're not able to attend any lessons while you recover, and Hansu wanted to make sure you're ok. Not Taehoon. Taehoon could not care less. He also did not jump at the chance of seeing you again, so much so that even Hansu gives him a questioning look. Ridiculous.

Why is his palm sweaty? Must just be the heat. Taehoon wipes it on his jeans before knocking twice on your door.

"Come in," you call out, and Taehoon hasn't missed your voice. And he hasn't missed the sight of your face neither.

He doesn't greedily take in the colours of your bedroom, the pictures on your wall, the books on your shelf.

He doesn't memorise your handwriting when he walks past your desk, something that is so uniquely you, like a fingerprint.

And when you give him a shy smile and apologise for the mess, it doesn't affect him.

Nor when you take the proffered food and have a mouthful, Taehoon doesn't soften at this.

The ensuing silence is not comfortable. He doesn't want to stay longer. His fingers don't twitch in your presence, having grown used to casual touches with you.

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.

This song and dance is continued for the next few weeks only because Taehoon is a good son, and an even better teacher.

He needs to check up on the welfare of his student.

And then finally, after too long, when you show up at the studio again, Taehoon's heart absolutely does not soar.

[andreawritesit]

The Red Storm - Part III

Fandom - One Piece

Pair - Shanks x Reader

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You walk carefully back to Dadan’s house with a few wine bottles in your hands. Makino’s shipment was late so she couldn’t spare any more liquor. Benn walks slightly ahead of you, making sure the path is safe. You’re dreading the goodbye you’ll have to say to the kids. Luffy’s tearful face comes to your mind immediately and a shiver runs down your spine. “Hurry up, I must be back at Captain’s side.” You nod and speed up your walk. You can see light coming from the windows of the old house and anxiety takes over you. Sailing the seas with Shanks is all you’ve wanted but these past years you have grown fond of Ace, Sabo, and mostly Luffy. You can still remember his cries after Shanks left. Poor guy had tried to stay strong in front of Shanks but broke into tears as soon as Shanks sailed away. Now you were going to do the same. 

“We’re here. I’ll see you tomorrow at the bar,” Beckman says with his hand on your shoulder. He senses your nervousness and squeezes your shoulder lightly. “Don’t worry. He’ll be fine. He’s a strong boy. Just don’t tell him that we’re back in the village.” 

“I won’t. But I don’t want to break his little heart again…”

“We all have to make difficult choices in our life. But think of it like this, if you don’t leave now, he’ll grow over-attached to you and it will make it tough for him to sail away from you too.”

“I guess so,” you say with uncertainty. “Anyways, I’ll see you tomorrow! Thank you for accompanying me.”

“Anytime! See ya.” Beckman leaves and you knock on the door. Dadan opens it with a scowl on her face. “Look who showed up! Did you go to the Grand Line to get me some liquor?” You place the bottles in her hand and rush inside to go see the boys. You hear the door being closed with a loud smack and roll your eyes. Dadan and her anger issues…

 You enter their room to see them sitting in a blanket fortress they had built. On hearing the door open, Sabo peeks through the blanket and as soon as he sees you, he jumps out and into your arms. You catch him quickly and squeeze him tighter. “What are my favorite gremlins doing?” Ace comes out of the fortress which collapses on top of Luffy whose laughter reverberates throughout the room. He walks over to you and puffs his cheeks up. “Why do you always come at the wrong time? We were doing something important.” You ruffle his hair which earns you a death glare from the boy. Luffy finally manages to untangle himself from the sheets and runs to you. “Oi! Dadan said you went to Makino’s bar! Did you bring something to eat?” Ace punches him on the head and sends him flying to the other corner of the room. “I was talking!” Luffy gets up and rubs his head. You set Sabo down and beckon Luffy over to you to which he complies immediately. 

“Listen, boys, I have to tell you something.”

The three of them look at each other and then at you. “I…I’m leaving tomorrow.” You pause to see if they would say anything but they just look at you with blank faces. 

Sabo speaks up first. “Leave? Where? And for how long?”

“For a very long time.”

“Where?” Ace asks grumpily.

“Don’t know that yet.”

“Why? Is it because I annoy you about food?” Luffy’s question breaks your heart and you quickly shake your head.

“No sweetie, never because of you, any of you! I’m leaving because I want to sail the seas, see different places…”

“So you want to be a pirate?” Ace asks, his eyes suddenly shining. “Really? That’s so cool!” Sabo adds on. You let out a chuckle and reply, “I guess you can say so.”

Luffy climbs onto your lap and grins at you. “I’ll be a pirate too and I’ll have the best crew ever! And then I’ll become-“

“King of the Pirates,” the three brothers say in unison. You glance at Sabo and Ace both of whom have a stupid grin on their faces.

“Yes Luffy, you will. And when you do, will you share your treasure with me and your brothers?”

“Of course! We’ll always be together and I’ll protect you all!”

Ace gets up to deliver yet another punch to the boy but Sabo beats him to it and pinches Luffy’s cheeks. “Oi! We’re your older brothers! We’ll protect you!”

Luffy just laughs and both the brothers scowl at him. You can’t help the tears that escape your eyes. Oh, how you’ll miss them!

Ace sits back down and asks you, “At what time are you leaving? Can we see you off?”

“Oh no no. I’ll leave early. You’ll all be asleep at that time. That’s why I came to say goodbye right now. I won’t be able to say it tomorrow.”

Ace nods and looks down, perhaps to hide the tears that fall from his eyes but you see them and pat his head lovingly. “It’ll be ok. You’ll have to look after Luffy, both of you.”

He wipes his tears quickly and with an arrogant tone replies, “Obviously. He’s our baby brother after all!” You nod and open your arms wider to hug all three of them. Luffy, who’s already sitting in your lap, hugs you quickly. Sabo also jumps on your lap and hugs you. You look at Ace whose cheeks are pink and raise your eyebrow at him. He sighs and hugs you too. You snuggle them closer, probably for the last time. You want to see them again, of course, you do, but with Shanks, you don’t know if that’s possible at all. And so you pour all your love in that hug. They’re all crying and soaking your shirt in their tears but you don’t say anything, you just keep them close. You only leave their room after they’ve fallen asleep. 

“Goodbye, boys. Be good.”

------- at dawn -------

After having said goodbye to the mountain bandits, you walk back to the bar where Shanks will be waiting for you. You can’t help but feel excited to finally sail away with him. You finally reach the bar and quietly enter. The bar is quiet, the early morning light filtering through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room. Shanks is sitting in his usual seat, sipping wine. Alcohol this early in the morning. You shake your head and make your way to him. Shanks looks up, a smile spreading across his face as he sees you. “You’re on time, for once,” he says with a smug grin on his face. You roll your eyes and sit down next to him. “Can you not drink this early in the morning?” You try to take his glass away but he dodges your hand and laughs. “Sweetheart, don’t worry, this isn’t too strong. I need something to function on. I don’t usually wake up this early.”

“Where’s the crew?”

“They went to the ship early. They’re waiting for us.” He stands up and offers you his hand. “Shall we begin our adventure then?” You stand up and take his hand. “Aye Captain!” You both make your way out of the bar and start walking to where his ship is docked. “Did you say goodbye to them?” You nod weakly. “Wasn’t easy at all. Even though they took it quite well, especially Luffy. I thought he would be a lot more devastated than he was.” Shanks glances at you and tugs you closer to him by your waist. “Don’t worry. He’ll be fine.” 

You finally reach the docks and look at his ship. It was massive with his jolly roger flying proudly in the wind. He boards first and then helps you get on the ship. As you board the ship, the crew greet you both warmly, happy to see their captain in good spirits. Lucky Roux comes over and drapes his arm over your shoulder. “Welcome aboard the Red Force!” You laugh as Shanks removes his arm and replaces it with his own instead. 

As they set sail, you stand at the bow of the ship, the wind in your hair and the salty air filling your lungs. You feel free, truly free, for the first time in your life. Shanks walks over and stands beside you, his presence comforting and reassuring. You lean your head over his shoulder, smiling up at him, a smile that is returned in kind. He kisses the top of your head and you wrap your arms around his waist.

And so, as the sun rises higher in the sky, you and Shanks sail off, ready to face whatever adventures lay ahead, together.

[writer-rubes]

Two Magical Friends

A FNAF:SB AU fanfic

Notes: Before I go in- hi. First writing piece on the page? Cool. Sorry to those who prefer AO3, but honestly I have friends there who don’t know about this fandom, so- Guess I’m putting my self indulgent stuff here!

Also, big thanks to @ayyy-imma-ninja for giving me the power to do this. Seriously, you have unleashed a monster /j I decided to start simple, with an AU that I’ve seen a lot on your page, and one that I love!

Anyways, enough stalling. Let’s hop in with a little bit of wholesome fluff!

The Fairy AU Sun and Moon belong to @ayyy-imma-ninja

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Julia has always believed in fairies. She watched every animated movie featuring them known to man, she has countless fairy dolls, all she draws are fairies, and a lot of her clothes are what she imagines that fairies wear. She loved fairies, and always wanted to see one and become it’s friend.

The rest of her family kept thinking she was getting a bit too intense with her belief in fairies. She was six years old and her obsession has not died down. They would have thought it would have gone down a little, but no. Her obsession had only grown with her. Every day, she left a small bowl of candy outside in the backyard, thinking it would lure fairies in. Her mother kept telling her to stop since it attracted wasps, but she kept doing it. She was determined to lure in a fairy.

One afternoon, Julia was following her mother around, trying to convince her to take her with the family to the aquarium, which was where her mother and father were going.

“I’m sorry, Julia. But we’re going there to write a newspaper article on it, so we get free access. We tried to get them to let you come too, but they wouldn’t allow it. The only way to get you in is to buy you a ticket, and we can’t afford it right now.”

“But, Mommy!”

“I swear, I’ll take you once we get paid for the article. We’ll be back tonight. There’s leftover noodles in the fridge if you get hungry, sweetheart. I love you. Oh, and one more thing.” She bent down and kissed her daughter’s forehead. “Clean up that candy bowl you left in the backyard. It attracts wasps.”

Her parents left the house, and Julia watched with a sad expression as their car left the driveway, and disappeared down the street. She huffed, and sat on the floor. Why did her parents always get to go out into town and do a bunch of cool stuff, while she just had to sit at home? It wasn’t fair! Oh well, at least she could put on whatever movie she wanted.

But she remembered she had to clean that candy bowl outside. Maybe her mother was right. Maybe the only thing her candy bowl attracted was wasps, not fairies. But she couldn’t give up. Maybe fairies just didn’t like candy? There had to be something else they liked, or maybe they were just scared!

Julia walked to the door to her backyard. She wondered what she could to get a fairy to trust her, since all the stories she heard said fairies liked sweet things. She walked to the edge of the backyard, near her mother’s flower bed. She put the candy bowl there since fairies were also said to love flowers. Strange. It was summer, but she didn’t see any wasps. Normally she saw a few swarming nearby the candy bowl. Instead…

There was a faint glow inside the bowl.

She felt a rush of hope inside of her. Could it be? She bent down to the ground, trying to peek inside without potentially scaring whatever was in there. Her eyes practically began to glimmer with excitement when she realized what she saw.

Not one, but two fairies inside the bowl.

One of them was yellow, like a sunflower. They had petal like rays on their head, and two different colored eyes. They were wearing an interesting looking outfit, with ruffles along their neck, and fingerless gloves. Their wings were shimmering with gold, and had a sun mark on each of them.

The other one looked almost like the complete opposite. They were blue, and part of their face was covered in black. They also had two different colored eyes, and a hat with a star pattern, and a little bell at the end of it. They also wore similar clothes to the other, with ruffles on their neck. However, theirs looked more like a robe than the other’s. Their wings were a beautiful blue, resembling the wings of a moth.

“Brother, we should hurry.” The blue one whispered. “It’s nice that someone left this candy out here, but we can’t stay for long. I saw a cat in that house, and they might let it out, and it could chase us.

The yellow one just laughed. “Don’t worry, brother. That cat hasn’t been outside! Just the other day I saw it sleeping by the window! It can’t hurt us from there!”

Julia was practically frozen in awe. She had always imagined what fairies looked like. They never looked like the ones she was staring at, but she felt her dreams coming true, right then and there. It was then that the blue one finally noticed her.

“Uh… Brother?”

“What?”

The yellow one turned around, and both made eye contact with me. Both of them yelped and backed away toward the edge of the bowl. They clung to each other.

“Oh my goodness… Real fairies!” Julia cried in excitement. Her family wasn’t home, so she couldn’t tell them. But now, she had the chance to befriend them! Two of them! She smiled brightly at them.

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” She said, noticing their scared expressions. “I just wanna be friends! I love fairies! And I knew leaving candy out would lure one in, but two? This is amazing!”

Both of them seemed to calm down a little after Julia finished talking. They could tell she wasn’t going to harm them. She was just excited. The yellow one gently let go of the blue one, and approached the edge of the bowl, facing Julia.

“You left this for us?” The yellow fairy asked. His voice seemed to also be accompanied with the sound of bells.

“Yes, I did!” Julia squealed. “My mommy doesn’t always like it, since it lures in wasps, too.”

The blue one decided to follow his brother, and stood by the bowl’s edge as well.

“Who… are you?” He asked, still sounding defensive. His voice was accompanied with what sounded like the notes of a music box.

“Oh, right, you don’t know my name! I’m Julia!” She giggled a bit. “It’s nice to meet you two!”

The yellow one couldn’t help but smile at her excitement. Julia’s smile had a mix of adult and baby teeth, with a single gap from the most recent tooth she lost. She seemed incredibly friendly. It reminded them both of an old friend of theirs. Being immortal, they met many humans, but only two meant the most to them. A little girl like Julia, and a kind old lady… The yellow one cleared his throat.

“I’m Sun, and this is my brother, Moon!” The yellow fairy exclaimed, gently grabbing his brother’s shoulder. Julia giggled. She liked the names, and thought they were fitting.

Moon just waved to her. Though she was nice, he didn’t quite trust her yet. Or rather, he didn’t want to let himself trust her. She reminded him of that little girl they were close with, but… He didn’t want to feel like he was replacing her. No one could. Especially not this one.

Julia wiped a bit of sweat from her forehead. It was incredibly hot and humid, and there were a few wasps starting to congregate. She smiled at the two fairies.

“My mommy says I need to bring in the candy bowl. It lures in wasps… If you two need to go, it’s okay.”

Sun and Moon glanced to each other. Moon shook his head briefly, but Sun gently whispered something to him. After a minute, they both nodded. Sun turned to Julia.

“We can stay a little longer. If you want to go in, we could hide in your pockets or something!”

Julia’s face lit up. These fairies wanted to spend time with her? She could have sworn this was a dream. She quickly held up her arm and pinched herself to make sure she wasn’t. The prick she felt confirmed that she wasn’t dreaming at all. This was real.

“Oh, thank you! My family’s not home, and they won’t be until tonight!”

She gently lifted up the candy bowl, and rushed away from the flower bed, and the gathering wasps. She went inside the cool house, feeling her body temperature return to normal. She looked inside the bowl, and she smiled seeing Sun and Moon still eating the candy left in the bowl. Instead of walking to the kitchen, she took the bowl upstairs to her room. She paused for one moment, turning her head to look at the room adjacent to her’s. Her smile faded for a moment, but it perked back up when she walked to her room.

The walls were painted a light lavender, the floor had a heart shaped carpet in rainbow colors, there were glowing star stickers on the ceiling, and there were numerous pictures on the walls. There was a white desk in front of the window, with pink and blue curtains dawning them. Her bed also had those same color bedsheets. There was a toy chest by her desk, and a closet by her bed. It was a lovely room, perfect for a six year old.

“You have a really nice room!” Sun told her.

“Thank you, Sun! Daddy painted the walls, and my brother made the desk!” Julia frowned slightly when she mentioned her brother, but she smiled again as she set the bowl down on the desk.

Both brothers got out of the bowl. Sure, they could have gotten out at any time, but they appreciated the free ride. They unfurled their wings, and flew around the room, observing everything. Moon was fascinated with the doll Julia had on her bed, and Sun was interested in some of the books on her shelf by the desk.

“Julia?” Moon asked. “Where did you get this doll?”

“Oh…” Julia went over, and sat down on the bed. “My mommy made it. Well, the clothes at least. My brother got the doll itself. I had it since I was a baby.”

“Does your mother make clothes for dolls all the time?” Moon asked.

“No, not really.” Julia answered. “She used to make clothes for dolls, but stopped after something bad happened to her. The clothes for my doll were the last ones she made.”

“Hey, Julia!” Sun called, getting Julia’s attention. She and Moon went over to where Sun was.

“I noticed when you mentioned your brother, you got a little sad. Did… something happen?” Julia wasn’t expecting such a personal question, but she could answer.

“My brother was years older than me. He was my hero. But he disappeared a couple years ago to stop some really bad guys. A year ago, Mommy got a letter saying he won’t ever come back.” Her smile faded entirely. She missed her brother. Sun flew up to her face.

“Hey, it’s okay! He’s still here in your heart! Isn’t that what’s important?” He asked, trying to make her feel better.

“Yeah, but… he can’t hug me in my heart…” Julia whispered.

Moon frowned slightly, feeling bad that they opened a wound for her. They knew how it felt to lose people they cared about. Being immortal, they outlived many human friends, especially the ones they loved most.

“But we can hug you!” Sun assured her. “Here, I got the perfect cure for that frowny face of yours!”

Julia looked at him, and saw he was holding a little pile of golden dust. He took a breath, and blew it in her face. She squeaked, and coughed slightly, before she sneezed. What was that stuff? She then realized… she wasn’t sad anymore. In fact, the smile that Sun liked was back on her face. She started to giggle.

“What did you do?” She asked through her giggles.

“That’s my magic, silly!” Sun explained. “My fairy dust can make people happy! Sure, we fairies help nature in our own ways, but I love spreading my fairy dust and curing people’s bad days!” Julia let out a soft squeal as she felt Sun nuzzle into her neck. It felt incredibly ticklish.

“I agree with Sun.” Moon piped up, and he also nuzzled into her neck, liking the sound of her laughter. “Your brother is still here in your heart. As long as you love him, he’s always here!” Julia kept giggling as both brothers worked to make her happy again.

After a minute, they let her be, and the dust’s effect wore off. Julia’s giggles died down, and she smiled brightly at the brothers.

“That was fun! I always dreamed of having fairy friends, and now there are two of them right in front of me!”

Sun smiled at her. “You bet!”

Moon smiled as well. “I have a feeling we’ll be coming back here a lot more.”

Julia laughed a little. “My mommy and daddy still don’t come home for a while… Do you guys wanna play?”

A bright smile stayed on her face as the fairy boys nodded.

Julia had a blast playing with the two fairies. Though they were much smaller than her, she found many ways to play with them. Hide and seek, tea parties, drawing, and playing tag. Julia didn’t have any real friends, so having two fairy ones gave her happiness she couldn’t describe. Sun and Moon were also having fun. They hadn’t bonded with a human like this in a long time. They could sense that Julia was kind of lonely, so they wanted to fill that gap. Besides… She reminded them of that little girl they were close with. In a way… it was like reliving that.

It started getting dark after a while, and she could see Sun was getting tired. Moon also had to begin his duties soon, so they had to go home.

Julia seemed to understand, and she opened the window for them.

“Thank you for being my friends!” Julia told them. “If you ever wanna play again, I’ll leave my window open… with a bowl of candy right beside it!” Both fairies laughed.

“We’re looking forward to it.” Moon whispered.

“Bye, Julia.” Both fairies said at the same time. They both flew out the window, disappearing into the night. Julia kept her window open, smiling as she felt the cool summer air on her face. She heard the noise of a car pull up. She gasped, and ran downstairs to greet her parents. When they came in the door, she hugged them tightly.

“Hey there, kiddo.” Her father said. “How was your day?”

“It was amazing!” Julia cried. “I saw fairies! Real fairies! They were so pretty and nice!” Both her parents laughed.

“Sounds lovely, Julia.” Her mother told her. They didn’t believe her at all, but since she was a little girl, they played along. Her mother went to the kitchen to start making dinner, and her father went to finish their report.

Julia just couldn’t stop smiling. She looked down at her dress, and saw a little bit of gold glitter still on it.

“I knew they were real.”

[cowboydisaster]

Aesthete

Aesthete (adj.) someone with deep sensitivity to the beauty of art or nature

repost, originally posted on 12 march 2023

pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!reader

word count: 4.7k

summary: when Arthur finds himself with a lack of inspiration, you offer yourself as a blank canvas

a/n: this was inspired by a post I saw about canon Arthur v fandom Arthur. Essentially that he isn't just some dumb himbo, he's intelligent and creative/artistic and has a clearer world view than most. I cant find the original post/er, but if you know it please drop me a message!

taglist: @margofiore @mrsarthurmorgan7 @woman-with-no-name @luvliewriting @tillith @pine4pple-b0i @photo1030 @dudsparrow

warning: nsfw, 18+, minors dni (teeth rottingly fluffy, emotional smut)

"a work of art that did not begin in emotion is not art"- paul cèzanne

The rain is a steady, soothing thud on the roof, as you rest, sitting on Arthur’s bed at Shady Belle. It's a stormy day, with rain and lightning falling from the sky, painting everything in a gloomy gray hue. There are a few little puddles on the creaky, wooden floor from the broken window and the old roof, where water has leaked inside. You cherish days like this, days where you can huddle inside, wrapped in a thin blanket while reading a book. Now you are reading a relatively newer piece, Huckleberry Finn, while cozied up in Arthur’s bed. He sits opposite of you, against the footboard, while you are against the headboard. It’s a very comfortable silence, with only the rain and the thunder to break up the quiet afternoon. 

Arthur is very focused in his journal, sketching and scribbling away at something on the ivory pages. His eyebrows are drawn together, and every few minutes he holds the journal at an arm’s length away, ensuring he has the correct perspective. The more he draws, the less interested you find yourself in your novel. Your eyes flicker from him, to your page, and you find that you’ve been so interested in what Arthur is doing that you’ve been stuck re-reading the same paragraph for nearly five minutes. 

But can you blame yourself for being so easily distracted? Arthur is so detail oriented, so intelligent and creative. Very rarely does he allow people to see this vulnerable side of him, and you’ve been lucky enough to peek through the curtains into Arthur Morgan’s fragile, beautiful heart. He has a reputation among the gang of being thick headed and more of a brute than a thinker, and you chuckle at just how ignorant those opinions are. Arthur is one of the smartest men you know. He is an enjoyer of literature, although he prefers writing a novel rather than reading one, he is well versed in history and enjoys mythology. Arthur may not have gone to a school, or have fancy degrees on his wall, but he is a reteller of stories. Arthur soaks in the information he hears, and thinks over it heavily, oftentimes writing about it in his journal, like he is now.

His big hands have an expert grip on the charcoal as he sketches something, his face is contorted into a beautiful little confused pout as he tries to ascertain whether or not the perspective on this particular sketch is perfect. Your eyes trail from his hands up to his lips, the forbidden, soft lips that you dream about kissing at night. Oh, how you wish he was yours. You sigh, refocusing yourself and watching his hands. The curiosity becomes too great, and needing a distraction, you finally speak up.

“What are you drawin’?” You ask, leaning forward to try and catch a glimpse. He perks up at your voice, startled out of his deep focus. Before he responds, he runs his hand through his stubble in thought. 

“Finishin’ up a sketch from a few days ago. Just this old church I found, ain’t nothin special.” Arthur responds, flipping the little book around to show you. 

You recognize the church, he’s drawn a very good likeness. It’s the old, crumbling church just off the road from Shady Belle. The Lemoyne Raiders have been camping out there, and you recall Arthur stopping to inspect it when you’d rode past earlier. He’s perfectly captured the broken walls, and the way vines squeeze the old building like a cobra. You could step into the drawing, and never realize it wasn’t reality. 

“Oh, Arthur, it's beautiful.” You whisper, noticing the attention to detail. Arthur has managed to capture the swaying of the grass, alongside birds taking flight off the roof of the building. 

After some more inspecting of the intricate piece, you hand it back to him, smiling at the blush that colors his cheeks. He never was good at taking compliments. He continues the sketch, and you realize it's the first time you've seen him drawing in a while. Your eyebrows pull together as you try to think back to the last time you'd seen the outlaw with the book in his hands. 

"I noticed you haven't been drawin' as much…?" You inquire, picking Huckleberry back up and glancing over the printed words before looking back up to him.

"Ain't easy findin' pretty things' in the swamp. Back when we was in Valentine, there was so much to draw, so many things caught my eye." Arthur whispers, never bringing his eyes away from the paper as he shades the windows with his charcoal. You toy with your lip, feeling that it's your time to finally bite the bullet and be brave. You take a deep breath, setting your book down again. 

"So you draw beautiful things?" You ask, barely over a whisper. Your voice travels across the expanse of the bed like a breath on the wind. 

Arthur finally looks up to you, green eyes locking onto yours as he thinks over the meaning behind your question. He leans back against the footboard, and brings his knee up to lean on. 

"I- well yeah, mostly. I like to draw things how I find em, natural, beautiful and the like." Arthur responds, brushing through his beard with his hand while thinking of sketches of deer, flowers and birds, crumbled buildings and landscapes. 

Arthur's heart stops when you stand up, slowly tip-toeing to the center of the room and turning to him. Your eyes are locked onto each other, nothing can be heard but quiet breaths and the patter of rain on the ceiling. Warm light caresses your face as you bring your hands up to your shirt, heart pounding. 

"And… Do you think I'm beautiful…?" You ask, pulling your shirt out of your jeans so it's no longer tucked.

Arthur is frozen, shocked as his eyes glance between your own, laced with bravery and lust, and your hands which are slowly pulling your shirt out of your jeans. He swallows thickly, at a loss for words. 

"Well a course- I think you're, you're very beautiful…" 

Arthur's eyes are wide, his jaw open with shock, and cheeks pink as you unbutton your shirt. His face lasts only a moment before he schools himself, evening out his features to appear nonchalant.

"What are you uh…" Arthur clears his throat quietly, "What are you doin'?" Arthur asks, slipping his eyes closed and growling as your shirt hits the floor.

"Let me inspire you… in my natural state." You quote Arthur back to himself, unclasping your belt buckle and pulling the leather through the loops until the belt clunks to the floor. Your motions are slow, graceful, in the candlelight as you slowly hook your thumbs under your jeans and undergarments sliding them to the floor. Your jeans hit the floor with a thud, and as you step out of them, Arthur pulls out his journal. 

Your body is beautiful. Perfect in his eyes. Round and curved, full and feminine. Your legs, your hips, your collarbones and breasts, all he can do is sink in this canvas that is your body for a few moments. His lack of inspiration is completely gone, and Arthur thinks that with an infinite amount of blank paper he could reference your body as art forever. He's never seen anything so beautiful, so enchanting. You seem to beam with a golden light, shadowing the v in between your thighs and the valley between your breasts. All he can do is stare, and all he can think about doing is taking the time to study every inch of your beauty.

"I…" Arthur stops, speechless as you pull an old ottoman from the corner of the room.

"How do you want me?" You whisper, glossy lips shining in the candlelight, and all Arthur can think about is kissing the perfect rosy petals. 

"How do I- I want you?" Arthur asks, not understanding your question because he wants you in so many ways right now. You're nothing short of a goddess standing before him, an angel. 

"Yeah," You chuckle, "pose me. However you think, you're the artist after all. Go on, it's okay." You encourage when Arthur is hesitant to touch you. He doesn't want to overstep a boundary, and he's terrified to touch you, to taint you with his hands that have been the cause for so many terrible things. He truly thinks that you deserve so much better than him, but he is a fool for it. Because he is all that you want. 

With a nod, he comes over and helps you position yourself. He’s incredibly polite, of course he is, not wanting to touch you anywhere indecent even though you’ve just stripped in front of him. Your left leg is bent under you, and you sit under it, while your right is propped up at an angle, brought up almost to your chest. He positions your arm over the bottoms of your breasts, and your hand is placed on your shoulder. Once he steps back, checking that the position is to his liking, his fire hot touch leaves your skin. 

“Good?” You ask, stretching your neck back so that your hair falls down your back, exposing your throat. 

“Absolutely perfect…” Arthur whispers, sitting on the edge of the plush bed, just a few feet in front of you. He picks up his leather journal and the charcoal, turning to an empty page in the back of the book. 

The sound of thunder, rain and charcoal against paper fill your head as your eyelids flutter, watching Arthur. Seeing him like this, so focused and in his element, is both heartwarming and incredibly attractive. He bites at his bottom lip, hyper focused, as he follows the slopes and planes of your body, perfectly transferring them onto the paper. He gets to your breasts, watching the goosebumps that trickle down your stomach and arms. His eyes are hot on you, studying you. You blush when he steps forward, gently brushing a stray hair away that had fallen in front of your shoulder, tucking it behind your ear so as to not obstruct the view of his model. 

When he sits back down on the creaking bed, he crosses his ankle over his knee, leaning back to get another perspective before resting his journal on his calf. He resumes his sketching, and his eyes linger on you before every stroke of the charcoal. Arthur watches the charcoal trace the lines of your hips, your thighs and your breasts onto the paper, and more than anything, he wishes that it was his lips tracing your skin, instead of the charcoal. The sound of the rain is soothing, and the thunder is one and the same as the pounding of your heart when Arthur’s eyes linger on your lips, your body. Heat lightning flashes the sky through the broken window with warm tones of orange as a shiver runs down your spine, though you are far from cold. 

Arthur really focuses now, leaning into his journal, glancing up and down frequently to capture the tiny details of you, some of his favorites. Like the little flyaways of hair, slightly frizzy from the heat that falls around your face, the freckles on your skin, the scars and stretch marks, the imperfections that color you. Once he’s finished, he leans back, eyeing both you and the journal before writing your name at the bottom, all capital as if a title. 

“Alright, should be done.” Arthur whispers, leaning forward to hand you off his journal.

You take the heavily used book, and look at the mirror-like reflection on the pages. Arthur has captured you perfectly. You look up to his green eyes, with tears. He’s drawn you in his journal as if you are the most gorgeous of any of the sights his eyes have seen, because you are. Every detail is perfect.

“Arthur, this is incredible.” You praise, completely truthful. He is a wonderful artist, and doesn’t give himself enough credit. You stand up, and fold his journal carefully closed before sitting down on the bed beside him. Your hand meets his knee, and boldly you look up at him just hoping. You’ve been head over heels for the man for some time now, and if there was ever a time to bring it up, it's now.

“Arthur I'm gonna ask you somethin’ and I want you to be honest with me, yeah?” 

Arthur is sincere, maybe worried as his eyebrows draw together and he places his hand overtop of yours. 

“Of course, anythin.” Arthur says, quietly. 

You look down at your bare lap, gathering courage that causes your heart to pound in your ears before glancing back up.

“I… Do you want me?” You ask, words hanging heavy in the air as you wait for a response. But much to your embarrassment, Arthur doesn’t give you one. He looks into your eyes, glancing around with his jaw open slightly. He opens and closes it a few times, as if he can’t find the words he's searching for. After a few moments, you hang your head, blushing and feeling like a goddamn fool, because you’ve overstepped and he doesn’t want you. 

“Oh, I see. I’m so sorry, Arthur, I’ve misstepped terribly.” You mumble, shame and embarrassment starting to drag you down. You can’t bear to look at him as you stand up to grab your clothes and leave.

 As you do, his hand grabs onto your own. 

“Darlin’ wait-” Arthur pleads, and his eyes are overflowing with emotion as he sits back down onto the bed, holding your hands in his. For a moment, you feel hopeful, maybe you were wrong, and your best friend who you are desperately in love with, wants you back. 

“I aint so good with my words sometimes. Always been better at writin’ my feelins rather than sayin’ em out loud.” Arthur says, eyes locked onto your conjoined hands before trailing up your torso to those beautiful eyes. 

“I want you. God- more than anything, I want you, sweetheart,” he pauses, brushing another stray hair behind your ear, “But I want you to understand that this isn’t about just layin’ together.” He continues, and tears well up in your eyes at his words because your feelings are being reciprocated and he's all you’ve ever wanted.

“You see I want what's tucked away in here,” Arthur whispers, pointing to the left side of your chest, right over your heart, “and I love what’s in here.” Arthur smiles, tapping your temple.

“Do I want you? Yeah, I do, sweetheart. But I want all a’ you. Your heart, your mind, your body… God- I've been sweet on you longer than I care to admit.” Arthur squeezes your hand before running his thumb under your jaw, and pulling your chin up so he can look into your teary eyes, “and well, when you asked me to draw you just now, sayin’ yes was easier than breathin’ because darlin’ you are the art. I just had to transfer that beauty onto paper.”

You lean in, pressing your forehead against his own. His big, warm hand cups your jaw, and you feel as if you could melt into his touch. You want nothing more than to be enveloped by him, to have him in every way possible, because you want him too. His beautiful, creative mind, his soft heart with so many walls around it, and you've crumbled them all to nothing more than shattered ramparts. You’ve broken him, and rebuilt him back into the man he is now, changed him forever with your heart. 

He pulls you closer until your lips meet his own. It's shy at first, two strangers meeting in a coy peck. But the familiarity comes soon, because this is Arthur, and you find yourself clinging to him, like if you let go he may disappear, or bottle back up and you can’t lose him now. You open your mouth for him, letting him in to intertwine his tongue with your own as the kiss grows more passionate. He tastes like whiskey and tobacco and Arthur, and it's too much as tears silently fall down your cheeks. Arthur pulls away for a moment, smiling softly as his thumb brushes away your tears.

“It’s rainin, we have all day…” You smile as his eyes run over your face. 

“That we do,” Arthur whispers, kissing your temple before pulling away again, “Y’know… I've had gold and silver, horses, and books worth more than this estate, but darlin’ I ain’t never had anything in my hands that was as beautiful, or as priceless, as you.” He says before leaning into your neck, kissing your pulsepoint and your collarbone. His hands toy with your breasts, running over the soft skin until your nipples harden and you lean into him. 

“Oh, Arthur,” You whimper, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into you further. 

“You’re perfect.” Arthur nibbles at the flesh of your earlobe before whispering against your skin, “My blank canvas.”

Your hands come to either side of his face, pulling his gaze up to your eyes. 

“Then make me art, Arthur… mark me, have me, please I need you.” you whimper, pulling him down to your lips again, and savoring the feeling that you’ve been aching for for so long. As soon as the kiss breaks, he caresses your cheek. Again, the only sound is the rain and the thunder. His lips are swollen from where yours have left kisses, and you decide it's your favorite sight. 

“Sweetheart, I already told you. You are art, but markin’ you? Havin’ you? Now that I can do just fine.” Arthur whispers against your flush skin, illuminated as lightning flashes in the distance.

Everything makes sense, everything falls into place, when his lips crash against yours again. They are no longer shy, but needy and loving, lustful and wanting. Your hands reach to the buttons of his shirt as he lays you down on the bed, making sure the pillow under your head is comfortable before moving his lips to your neck. Once you’ve undone the buttons, he leans away to pull it off of his arms, throwing it to the side. It lands on the bedside table, knocking over a container of ink that spills onto the floor. You gasp, leaning up to inspect the damage, as Arthur anchors you, pushing you back down to the bed with his kisses. 

“It’s okay, it's alright, we’ll clean it up later sweetheart.” Arthur shushes, and you melt back into your state of euphoria with him between your legs. His lips caress your own as his hand swirls your nipple, toying with the hardened peak before it trails down to your hip. 

“I'm gonna touch you, okay?” Arthur whispers against your lips as another quiet rumble of thunder sounds out. You nod, spreading your legs for Arthur as he adjusts himself on top of you, leaning his weight on his forearm. 

“Please Arthur-” You beg as he trails his fingers down your knee to your inner thigh before running his fingers along your folds. He stops, and groans lightly, squeezing his eyes shut. 

“Shit- you’re so wet. I'm sorry, darlin’ it's been awhile since I-” Arthur starts, but you lean up, pressing a kiss against his lips before whispering to him. 

“It’s okay… been awhile for me too.”

He nods against your forehead, kissing it before continuing. You spread your legs even more for him, and he sinks two fingers into your pulsing heat. Immediately, your grip on him tightens, and you whimper, eyes squinted shut as he slowly works you open. 

“Shh…shh… that’s my girl.” Arthur coos, stretching you with his fingers as you cling to him, gasping for breath at the way he touches you like you’re his canvas, his masterpiece, and the more he caresses, kisses and touches, the more beautiful you become underneath him. He didn’t think it was possible for your appearance to become any more entrancing, but as you moan, arching your back so that your breasts find release against his chest, he finds that he was wrong. 

He curls his fingers inside you rhythmically, pressing down right in the perfect spot before gently stroking your clit with his thumb. It's a delirious combination, and the only thing anchoring you from ascending to the heavens, is him. 

“That’s it, darlin’. Let it go, let me watch you unfold.” Arthur whispers, keeping a steady pace with his hands while kissing your stomach, up to your breasts. He begins to lick at your breast, swirling his tongue over your stiff nipple and kissing your skin every chance he gets. It proves to be your undoing, and just as the rain pounds on the roof even harder, and thunder sounds out, you find your release. Your nails dig into Arthur’s back as you reach your climax, the building coming in waves that have you gasping for breath and moaning. 

“Arthur-” leaves your lips in a mantra as you clamp down on his fingers, the waves of your orgasm washing over you and drowning you in the most indescribable, emotional show of affection. You see stars, flashes of bright white as you gasp and shake, hanging onto the man who you love. 

“Good girl,” Arthur whispers, kissing your forehead a few times as you come down from your high. 

“Real good, darlin.” Arthur coos, sinking his fingers into you until he has completely drawn out your release. Once your back stops arching, and hits the bed again, you pull his face down to yours once more. His hand cups your neck, and you feel your juices on his fingers as he runs his hand from your neck to your jaw, holding it while he kisses you again. His forehead meets yours as you whine. 

“I need- Arthur, I need to feel you, please.” You cry, hands running down the muscles of his chest, down the trail of sandy blonde hair that runs down below his jeans. You pop the button open, biting your lip as you press the palm of your hand against the pressure there. Arthur releases a deep groan, thrusting involuntarily against your hand. 

He leans down, kissing your nose with a smile before standing up and shedding his jeans to the ground. He steps out of them, and you prop yourself up on your elbow to admire him. 

Arthur is big. A bit longer than average, but he is girthy and thick. You scan over his rosy head, and the vein that bulges from the underside of his shaft. And as you follow up the trail of hair, to Arthur’s chest and face, he sees the worry. It’s been a long time, and truthfully you’re not very experienced with this. You don’t know if you can take him, but god, you want to. 

“Arthur I… you’re beautiful.” You whisper, watching the flex of his muscles in the candlelight, the soft, light hair that falls into his face as he chuckles, looking down to hide his smile. 

“Beautiful? Really?” Arthur asks, sarcastically. 

“Yes, Arthur, beautiful.” 

He shakes his head, not agreeing with you really, as he comes back down to the bed. He rests himself between your legs again, kissing your thigh, then your hip… and so on until he reaches those plump, bruised lips. 

“You ready? You still want this sweetheart?” Arthur asks, massaging the tender skin of your thigh as you breath out shakily. You nod, but he senses the trepidation and doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable. 

“What is it?” He asks, pulling away from your lips to look into your eyes. He sees you smile, blushing before wrapping your legs around his waist. 

“Be gentle, please. You’re- well you’re big Arthur and I really want this…” You whisper, chuckling at yourself for a second. 

“I’ll be gentle, okay? N if it hurts, you tell me. Right away.” Arthur says, almost darkly. He does not want you putting up with any pain for his sake. You nod, before leaning into his chest and wrapping your hands around his neck. Your legs, around his waist, spread a bit more and you feel his head against your entrance. Slowly, Arthur thrusts into you, and everything you were worried about shatters to the ground. God- he feels so good. And before he's fully in, you feel so full, and so stretched. You’ll never get enough of this, you realize. It’s perfect, like two puzzle pieces fitting together as he enters to the hilt and you moan as he bumps your sensitive spot. 

“You okay?” Arthur asks, stopping his hips completely, and you dig your heel into his ass, begging him to do anything but stop.

“Move, Arthur, please. Oh, you feel so good.” You whimper, your hips rising to meet Arthur’s as he thrusts into you. Your moans mix with Arthur’s groans and the thunder, and it’s all washed away by the rain. Not a peep can be heard from outside, but inside the room there is so much raw emotion, lust and love, that even the air feels like it's intruding on you two.

“Shit, sweetheart.” Arthur growls, thrusting into you with more rhythm now that he knows you’re okay. The stretch is the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain that has you inching towards a climax. He kisses your lips, and you lean up to meet him halfway. The kiss is hot and passionate, with gasps for air in between and moans as you two commit the rawest act of love known to man. He rocks against you, swaying you with his hips. The pleasure combined with the emotion of him finally against you is overwhelming. You’ll never be closer, more whole than you are like this. He’s with you. The tightness in your stomach pulls, stretching and coiling all the like until it snaps. Once again, Arthur is your anchor, rocking you, and steadying you as you completely come undone beneath him. You constrict around him, muscles tightening and contracting as an intense wave of pleasure washes over you. Your moans are loud, breathy as you release the tension he’s created within you. It’s too much for Arthur, and as you squeeze around him, he thrusts into you a few times, hard and deep before he cums inside you, filling you completely with his seed. 

“You did so well, darlin. You’re so beautiful…” Arthur whispers, kissing your forehead before placing a long, slow kiss on your lips. He stays there for a moment, letting you catch your breath before sliding out of you. He lands on the bed beside you, and you curl up against his chest. 

“Arthur?” You ask, placing your hand on his chest and cuddling further into him. He takes a sheet from the bottom of the bed, pulling it over you until you’re decent.

“What is it sweetheart?” Arthur asks, brows furrowed as he runs his hand along your arm and watches the rise and fall of your body against his. 

“Did you mean it? Everything you said before…” You ask, propping your chin up to look into his eyes. He runs his hand up and down your back, soothing you while smiling. 

“Course I did.” Arthur whispers, leaning down to press another kiss to your forehead. 

“I… I love you, y’know.” You whisper back, leaning your head against his chest, too nervous to look into his eyes. Arthur only chuckles, pulling your head closer to his chest with his hand.

“I know, and I love ya too.”

The rest of the rainy day is spent in various forms of affection. You and Arthur lay together all day, whether sleeping or not, reading and drawing or just holding each other. Everything seems right now. Like for the first time in your life you’ve found your purpose, your person. He is your other half, your strength, your ecstasy, and he loves you too, your little aesthete.