it sucks falling so behind on things that used to bring you so much joy bc of both the political climate (yea theyโre still beating protestors out there and cutting off internet) and also bc you spend so much time working and the rest of the time dealing with chronic pain
i thought reddit were more down to earth, no!, this is not being down to earth, they are just rude...just rude!/jerks!, it-was-only-supposed-to-be a text saying that the pak mei form should have on Nintendo switch.........i have a fucking fuss/fighting magnet for some fuckin reason on this shit๐ข๐ฅ anything I say on this shit site appears a bunch of motherfuckers to disagree or complain about something, trying to be the known at alls, don't mess with me, that i don't mess with you, if you gonna bite/come to me with bad heart shitty comments, i will bite you too(and i will bite HARD), don't try me, i not in my best state of spirit๐ฅ๐ข, you so coward and dumbass that you need a bunch dumbass homies like you to defend your shitty behaviour/comments so you feel right/in power, whata hell, i just do/write things on my own little way if don't like/don't have patient to read it, FUCK YOU!, so you not the person to read this, it makes me feel sad how such a cool game like sifu attract such motherfuckers(come on ana i already know/notice that since the moment that the game released (february 2022), don't get so surprised, gamers/fight game community is shitty), stop, stop, stop with this, i used to thought the same thing with lis2 on 2020/weird diazcest and extremist anti phase, i shouldn't take this things from heart, shitty people will always exist on things that you like(it's not the things fault, don't blame them, Ana)
Body-cam video shows Illinois officer fatally shooting Black woman in face
White deputy Sean Grayson shot Sonya Massey, who called police in fear of a home intruder, after boiling water dispute
Massey, whom her daughter confirmed was paranoid-schizophrenic, had called police because she thought someone was trying to break into her home. When police arrived, they began looking into Masseyโs home with flashlights, a neighbor, Cheryl Evans, told the Guardian. Evans wondered why police had not knocked on her door, as they typically have done in the past when searching for suspects. Eventually, Grayson, who is white, and his partner entered the home where they began speaking to Massey.
After an initial discussion and request for Masseyโs driverโs license,Grayson spotted a pot of boiling water on the stove and ordered Massey to remove it to avoid starting a fire. In doing so, Massey asks the officers โ who visibly distance themselves from her as she goes to handle the pot โ why they moved away from her.
โWhere you going?โ she asks them.
โAway from your hot steaming water,โ Grayson answers, with a laugh, before Massey responds: โAway from the hot steaming water? Oh, Iโll rebuke you in the name of Jesus.โ
With his gun drawn, Grayson closed the distance between himself and Massey, who was beginning to kneel behind a counter with her hands up.
โYou better fucking not, I swear to God Iโll fucking shoot you right in your fucking face,โ Grayson warned.
Massey can be heard saying, โIโm sorry,โ as Grayson continues to advance. โIโm sorry,โ she says again as Grayson fires three shots, striking her with a bullet below the eye that exited from the back of her neck.
As Massey lay dying on her kitchen floor, Grayson says heโll go get his medical kit to render aid.
โThatโs a headshot. Sheโs done,โ Grayson says before going to get the med kit.
As the pair stand there with their guns still drawn, Grayson says: โIโm not taking a bullet out of her fucking head,โ then points out that the water from the pot had reached his feet.
โWhat else can we do?โ Grayson asks his partner. โIโm not taking hot boiling water to the fucking face.โ
[...]
Masseyโs death carries on a troubling legacy of racial violence in Springfield: Masseyโs family said she is a descendant of William Donnegan, a Black man who was lynched by a white mob but survived during the cityโs infamous 1908 race riots that took 17 Black lives over a two-day period in mid-August of that year. As a result of the violence and carnage, a group of white and Black Americans banded together to create the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP). Masseyโs family said that the irony of having to reach out to the NAACP for help after her killing is not lost on them.
LOVES when you squirt all over his face and he always lets you know.
โFuck! Iโm sorry baby I didnโt mean-โ. He cuts you off by slapping ur thigh
โNo please never apologize, that was hot as fuckโ.
big fan of face riding, he loves being able to grip ur ass and rock you on his tongue moving at inhumane pace.
โI-fuck Chris I-I canโt much longer-โ. Youโd moan out as his hands grip ur ass while holding you down tightly lapping up all of your juices.
โMmhm god you taste so good-โ. He groans into ur wetness before resuming eating your pussy
When you try and lift ur hips Chris slaps ur ass before going quicker.
Youโll have tears in ur eyes from the pleasure and it fuels his ego to keep making you feel good.
Is down for eating you out ANYWHERE
under the table acting as if he โdropped somethingโ youโll be dripping in no time.
Heโll even pull you into a bathroom stall because he saw you bend over revealing ur lace panties and couldnโt help himself.
โMm look at that pretty pussy, all for me hm?โ. Chris whispers while going on his knees behind you running his thumb over ur cunt as you whimper with sensitivity.
โO-oh Chris please-โ. You push ur ass back towards him and after that he was a goner
ALWAYS complimenting you.
โGod you taste so good babyโ.
โYou have the prettiest pussyโ.
โMmmhm love this pussy so muchโ.
โGive it to me pretty girl, all over my faceโ.
โCould listen to those beautiful sounds all day maโ.
ADDICTED to shaking his head in it like a fucking dog ๐ grazing his nose over ur bud each time
Will eat you out till ur juices are literally dripping down his face chin neck ALL of it.
Always leaves you with shaky legs and changing the sheets.
When Chris gets in a bad mood you always know that him eating you out is enough to make him feel better.
Would eat you out for breakfast lunch and dinner if you let him.
โChris! F-fuck- okay!โ. Youโd try and mutter out but the pleasure felt so good.
โIโm not finished with you sweetheart, this pussys too goodโ. Heโd whisper into your wetness before diving back in.
Sometimes heโd tease by kissing and sucking on ur inner thighs but normally he camt even help himself, I mean you pussy is right in his face.
sometimes he gets worried he did to much when he sees you shaking and tears down ur face.
โShit shit are you okay baby?โ.
โPlease talk to meโ.
And youโd roll ur eyes quick to reassure him your okay l
โmโ okay..just tired-โ. Youโd yawn tiredly unable to really make much of whatโs just happened but you sure as hell enjoyed it
โAw cโmere sweet girl, Iโm gonna take of you, did so good for meโ heโd plant kisses on ur face gently picking you up making his way to the bathroom
Aftercare!
Run you a bubble bath with ur bath bombs and would clean you up slowly as ur still sensitive
Would have your pjs ( his t shirt and ur panties ) ready for you as heโd help dry you off leading you to the bed
The rest of night would contain of you cuddling into his chest as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear lulling you to sleep
a/n- heyyy everyone! Sorry Iโve been gone for so long, I promise Iโve been writing I just took a very long break due to me graduation and Iโve been exhausted with school work but since Iโm OFFICIALLY A HARVARD STUDENTTTT, I plan to be more active and I will have a panty soaking fic out soon ๐๐
Summary: You've had feelings for Arthur for quite some time now, but little did you know. That he has them for you, too.
After a rowdy night in Valentine, the group flees lawmen and end up in Strawberrys hotel. Whatever will occur?
Word count: 8.9 k
Warnings: Micha being Micah, bar fight/violence, plot with smut, mutual pining, soft Arthur, pinv sex, passionate sex, oral sex (f recieving), praise, pet names (girl, sweetheart), choking, fingering, handjob, creampie, mentioned masturbation.
AN: The words ran away from me, holy shit. It's so much longer than I intended.
Muffled voices argued in the night, soon growing into angry shouts. Rousing me from my sleep, confused, I put my gown on in a hurry. Sleep ridden eyes in a dark tent were not doing me any favors. I pulled the flap to the side and stumbled out of the tent, the voices creating one hell of a commotion.
Just as I did, most of the camp had awoken and joined in on the argument, gladly contributing their own heated opinions on the matter. All except Duch and Arthur, much to my dismay.
My eyes adjusted to the scene before me, the assailants quickly becoming clear. Standing around the campfire, was Micah of course, the center of attention as usual. Stood half shouting at John, who's pot seemed to be boiling over.
Soon after, John unleashed a rant on Micahs stupitidy, throwing in every word he could manage in his steaming anger.
I rolled my eyes, what could that damned fool possibly have done now?
'You piss ridden, moldy rat bastard.' John shouts, seamingly leaving Micah lost for words.
Bill bursts out laughing, slapping his knee at the insult, 'You big fuckin nuthead Micah. . .' He sighs, catching his breath.
Even Hosea snickers, 'Hes right, and that's coming from Bill of all folk.'
I cover my mouth as a giggle leaves my lips, seeing Micah so dumbfounded really sobered my mood. The rest of the girls have a simular reaction.
Micahs eyes narrow on me, 'What are ya' laughing at sweetheart. I ought to teach ya' a lesson.' He snarls, greasy hair hanging over his face.
The camp falls silent, none too appreciative of his choice of words. My mood turn sour again and a chill runs up my spine. The first to call him out was Sadie, 'Someone hold me back.' She spits, Sean stepping in to fo judt that.
Second was Miss Grimshaw, 'The money and now you threathen the girl, have you gone and lost your mind Micah Bell?' disgust evident on her face.
The money? What money?
John took a threatening step toward him, very displeased with Micahs comment, hands forming into fists at his sides. Hosea too, gave him a a bemused look.
'Try anything Bell, and I'll cut your fucking balls off.' I spit, glaring at him, feeling incredible joy in the way his face falls.
Muffled chuckles surround me, 'Thats my Girl.' Sadie laughs, along with a low, approving whistle from Javier.
'Whats goin' on here?' A gruff voice cuts in, looking between me and Micah.
Arthur, flanked by Dutch.
Arthur, shirtless. Flanked by Dutch.
In all my anger, my eyes cant help but sneak a hasty glance at his broad chest. Then quickly averting it, afraid he'd notice. I clear my throat, trying to keep my thoughts in check, 'He threatened me.'
That was enough for Arthur, not doubting me for a second. Fixed himself straight up with murder in his eyes, then walked at the man, readying his fists for a beating.
Butterflies fluttered within me.
Unsurprisingly, Micah cowered. Taking quick cautionary steps backward before Dutch could jump in, throwing his arm in front of Arthur and stopping him in his tracks. John looks at the two men, directing an accusing finger on Micah, 'Not only that, this blasted idiot took our money.'
The moment of joy from Micahs humiliation disappear, turning into anger once again. The camp giving him a mutual glower.
Arthur runs a hand through his hair, 'I ought to kill you.' He speaks, gritting his teeth, and takes another firm step forward. Pushing the limits of Dutch's patience, who strengthens the hold on Arthur.
'Surely, there must be a reasonable explanation for this?' Dutchs says, forcing a smile and shooting Micah an expectant look. Giving him an undeserved chance at explaining himself. Although he didn't show it, he too, was bemused.
'Well- I wanted to invest it, make it grow. I just wanted to help the camp.' Micah preached, his voice sleazy and confident. Telling the sure as shit, bull of an excuse as if he was the one to feel sorry for. Despite the circumstances.
Sighing, 'He god damned gamled it all away.' John reveals, looking ready to kill the man himself. The camp erupts into a loud argument once again, everyone getting a piece in.
I sneak a glance at Arthur, his chest rising and falling in big breaths, trying his hardest to stay calm. 'Bastard.' He mutters under his breath, Dutch giving him a quick warning glance.
'Shut!โ' a hoarse voice calls out, 'โUp!' Dutch yells, and obediently, we all fall silent. 'Theres no use, standin' around screamin'. You fools are attracting unwanted attention.' Dutch says, hands on his hips, 'Who won the funds.'
'Some rich bastard up in Strawberry.' Micahs sly voice cut through the night.
Dutch rubs his forehead in thought, 'Then he can do without it, go back there and grab it.' An exasperated sigh leaving him, 'Arthur, John, Bill, Charles.' He rounds the men up, 'You go there with him.' He turns to go back to his tent, but pauses and shouts, 'And no!โ' dragging the words out, 'โDeaths!' He looks at Micah, knowing damn well he'd otherwise murder the mans entire family in cold blood, then points to Arthur, 'That means you too, Arthur.' He says, a tired tone to his words. Clearly insinuating that he wanted Micah alive.
Everyone scatters, going back to bed on edge. But I linger, tucked away behind the tentflap. I watch Arthur come back out of his tent, in full get up. Silently praying that'd they'd be alright, that he would be. I did not care what happened to Micah, I hoped the man would get shot right between the eyes. I would personally love to see to it, I hoped Arthurs hatred for the man would get the better of him. Dutch always went way to easy on Micah, I didn't understand it, but something wasn't quite right with it.
Abigail kisses John goodbye, it made me happy to see them back together and all made up. I watch Arthur leave his tent in full get up, then stride past my tent. He gets on his horse with the rest of them, and ride past the treeline of Horseshoe overlook. No doubt berating Micah all the way to Strawberry.
I laid down in my bed, trying my damndest to sleep. But worry was keeping me up, eating away at me. Something didn't feel right.
He'd heard his words to her, him threatening her. Horrifying images cloud his mind, filling him with rage all over again. No doubt things he'd done before. He glanced a glare at the man, ugly mut.
Had Dutch not been there to stop him, Micah would've found his face beaten bloody and Arthur grinning on top of him. Had he not been loyal to the camp, to his people, to Dutch. Micah wouldn't be returning from this trip. He would conveniently get a bullet to his head, or found on the bottom of a valley, beaten unrecognizable before the fall had caused the killing blow.
He didnt want any harm coming to her. He'd never felt this for a woman, not ever. He'd steal glances, admire her when she wasn't looking. Damn well kill for her. She was the light he had needed for so long, her charming smile could shine brighter than any star he'd ever seen.
'You taken a likin' to her, Morgan?'
John raised his head at that, paying closer attention to the conversation, to Arthur. Knowing the possibility of him flying off the handle.
'Shut up if you know what's good for you Micah.' Charles scolded.
He scoffed, 'The day I listen toโ' Micha looks Charles up and down, lingering on the color of his skin, 'The likes of you,' he continues, 'Will be my last.' Muttering the last words.
Ignoring him, Charles didn't do as much as raise an eyebrow. Micah did not deserve a reaction.
Micah was black rot, down to his core. Destorying everything he touched. We all knew it, but all aren't so keen to admit it. Dutch was the first person to come to mind, I couldn't understand for the life of me why he was so defensive of the man.
'I can see why.' Micah spoke again, 'Pretty little thing, isn't she?' He looked at Arthur, 'Got a big mouth on her too.'
John looked between the two men, noting the way Arthur fisted his reins, no doubt knuckles turning white under his gloves. Along with the way he kept his head straight ahead, focused on not killing the man, 'Micah, keep her off your tongue.' John warned, 'I don't care for you, but I don't want the heat from Dutch when you're found dead.' His raspy voice referring to him and Arthur.
Charles looked at the men in silent agreement, he preferred staying out of camp conflicts. But she was a woman dear to the camp, touching her would bode ill for any man.
And ad usual, the big idiot doesn't listen, 'Wouldn't mind takin' her for a ride one of these nights.' He said, the self-righteous smile he bore evident even in his tone. There was no need to look at him to know it.
Bill had been staying out of it, but he could feel the anger radiating off of Arthur. Enough to switch sides, hanging back, then stearing his horse up next to Arthur instead of Micah. Just in case a bullet would come flying.
And wouldn't you know it, Arthur reached into his holster and pulled his finest revolver, aiming it at the sorry excuse of a man. All in one quick motion, he'd been labeled as a dangerous for a reason. John sighed, now he'd done it.
Micah, dropped his reins. Raising his hands in the air, keeping a smug expression on his face. But beneath, he was scared witless.
'Strawberry up ahead.' Charles called, not caring much for the action behind him. Killing Micah would only do the camp good, but a gunshot would give their location away.
'Not another word of her.' Arthur began, 'Touch 'erโ' He warns, 'And I'll let her kill ya'.' His voice gravelly and threatening, but Micah scoffed at the notion.
The familiar click off a safety lever sounds out, and the color drains from Micahs face.
'House is just up ahead.' Charles cut in, 'I'd suggest you wait wait with this til we got the funds.'
With a final glare, he holsters his gun and rides up to Charles. Clearing a hill, the house comes into view. Arthur sighs, 'Damn it Micah, you didnt tell us this feller had security.'
'You scared of a little fightin' pretty boy?' Micah mocked.
With a scoff from Arthur, they hitch their horses and pull up their bandanas, setting about proving the rumors of the infamouse Van Der Linde gang.
I anxiously checked my father's old pocket watch. It had been a few hours now. I put it down, tried to think of other things, and then picked it up again. Another 5 minutes had passed. Christ. I couldn't bear losing Arthur, John or Charles, god forbid all three of them. Bill could be sweet, but only when he needed something. I couldn't even dare imagine John leaving Abigail and Jack behind. What would they do? Stay with the gang, of course, but. . . Goodness, what about Arthur? My thoughts were racing ahead of me.
A few more minutes pass, then I hear hoofbeats, relief flods through me. It's hard to count, but theres at least three horses. God, let it be the right three. I emerge from my tent, along with Miss Grimshaw, Abigail, the rest of the girls, and Dutch. I race up to Abigail, holding eachothers hands as we watch the treeline in silence. Relying on each other for support.
Eventually, they break through. All five horses returning with their men on top of them, secretly I curse. One of the could've gotten lost and the world would've been a better place for it. I stroke Abigails back while John sees to his horse, then walks up to us, taking her in his arms and spinning her in a circle. They laugh, and a tinge of jealousy spark inside me. Yet I'm more than happy for them.
I observe the rest of them, they seem to be unharmed. All except. . . Arthur, his white shirt covered in blood. The terror must've been evident on my face, becauseโ
'Hes fine.' John spoke, 'Most of it aint even his.' He said in an effort to calm me.
I nodded, smiling faintly 'Thank you John.' And sqeezed his arm.
'Wellโ' Dutch called out, 'How'd it go?' He looked at them, expecting nothing but grandeur.
'We got more than we bargained for. . ' John said, grinning. But there was something else his tone.
Bill unloaded his horse and came carrying several saddlebags, throwing them at our feet, money spilling out 'We got what we came forโ' He paused, then pulled out two more bags from vehind his back, 'And more!' He burst out in a self-satisfied laugh.
I had to say, they made the best out of a bad situation. And on top of it all, Micah had barely made a sound, he was strangely quiet.
Dutch patted Bill and John on the back, 'Good work, wake the rest. Let us celebrate!' He clapped his hands together, no doubt imagining Tahiti.
I searched for him in the crowd of people as the camp was waking up, and found him talking to Charles and Sadie at the edge of the camp, clutching his side. Worry gnawed at me. They joined us by the campfire while Arthur headed into his tent, not saying much of nothing to anyone else.
The festivities carried out throughout the night, Arthurs lamp remained turned on. Eventually, I just had to check up on him.
I snuck away from the folk, Abigail and John had already turned in, as had Dutch and Molly. Seemed like the singles were the only ones left drinking, and Micah had disappeared to sulk somewhere. Lucky us.
I left them to it and approached his tent, 'Arthur?' I called, but didn't get an answer. I just heard some huffing from the inside.
I risked his reaction and pulled the flap to the side, 'Arth-' I began, but got cut off by the sight. In front of me was Arthur Morgan, shirt pushed up over his stumache, cowboy hat on, stitching up his own wound. Sitting on a stool, his pants were unbuttoned and folded down by the hip, revealing that beautiful "V" shape along with a happy trail of hair leading down toward, well. . . A new cut stretched from his hip to his abdomen, blood covered his hands and side, groaning as he pulled a needle through his skin. Something set off inside me, a yearning that made my body ache. He scarcely even noticed me, not until I gasped.
He looked up, eyes widening, 'You need somethin' Girl?' He blurted out, taken off guard. His state of undress did not help.
'Arthur Morgan. . .' I sighed, slightly offended, 'You shouldve fetched me, you know im good at stitchin' wounds.'
'I know, I know. 'm sorry sweetheart.' smiling faintly, 'Didnt wanna bother you.' He drawled.
I also noticed a mostly empty bottle of whiskey next to him, hoping he used most of it to disinfect the wound. I put my hands on my hips, 'Will you let me help?'
He nodded and handed me the needle, fingers brushing against eachother as I grabbed it.
Our eyes met, briefly. Sharing a glance that was ment to be stolen.
He leaned back against his dresser, the muscle of his upper body changing and rippling with his movements.
I cleared my throat and stepped closer, 'May I?' I asked, pointing at his shirt.
'You may.' He smirked.
I leaned closer to him, unbuttoning from top to bottom. Then pushing the shirt over his shoulder so it'd stay clear from his wound. I kneeled in front of him, his legs spread so I could get closer to the cut, then resting my elbows on his strong thigh to steady my arms.
I tried to focus on the wound, but it proved hard as I was so close to his crotch and how closely he was observing me.
'Might I ask what happened?' I bit my lip in focus, threading the needle through his skin.
'More men than expected.' He answered with a grunt, looking at my lips. Blood rushing somewhere it ought not to, 'One jumped out on me.' He continued, his voice husky and strained.
'He live to tell the tale?' I asked, searching his gaze. Hoping he'd be sincere.
'He did. . .' He groaned, as I finished another stitch. Making the aching settle in my core, a pulse running through me. Every now and then, when I believed him not to be looking. My eyes roamed his chest, studying his strong pecks and biceps.
'You know anything about Micahs sudden tongue-tie?' I ask, locking eyes with him. He lowers his head with a chuckle, a smirk poking out from under his hat.
'I might've. . . Given him something to think about.' He shrugs, the corner of his lip tugging.
Sighing, a smile spreads over my lips 'Youre a good man, Arthur Morgan.' I told him earnestly, 'Better than most.' I finished the last stitch and looked at him, 'All d-' I began, but he cut me off.
His lips greeting mine in a passionate kiss, lasting a whole second. But it was the best second I'd had in years. He pulled back, a horrified look on his face. Immidietly regretting it.
Surprised, I did not quite know what to say. 'Arthur, Im- You- You're drunk. .' I blurted, thinking it was the alcohol taking action. Nothing else.
'I'mโ' He looked at me, searching for words 'You're right, I- I probably am. Apologies miss.' He managed.
I cursed myself, why'd he have to be drunk? He'd never remember that this even happened tomorrow.
'No- no. That's fine, don't worry. I didnt-' I tried, I didn't mind it. In fact I loved it, is that so hard to say? 'I should, uhm- let you sleep, you need to rest.' Idiot.
'I s'pouse so.' Was all he said, shock and regret still lingering between us.
'Well, good night. . . Mr Morgan.' I said, and he winced. Quickly, I took my leave.
'Night ma'am.' He called after me.
It felt like fleeing the scene of a crime. Bashing myself for the the formal good night, we were way past such pleasantires. It felt like a blow to even utter the words, even though I usually call him Mr Morgan. But it's always in a teasing way. Never formal and distant like this was.
Goodness gracious, what had I done?
I tucked myself under the covers in my own tent, thoughts circling my mind. I could not tear myself away from the smell of him, his musk, his broad build. Or the way sweetheart sounded as it rolled of his tongue, the way his tongue felt against my own. A hand snaked between my thighs, relieving myself of the ache he'd caused. Then slowly, I drifted off to sleep. With nothing but him on my mind.
You god damned fool Arthur, why'd you have scare her away? Old bastard, he thought to himself. Seeing her by his tent had startled him, but her gentle touch and sweet voice was all the comfort he'd needed. It took the sting right out of the needle. He'd used the bottle to clean the wound, but letting her think he was drunk was easier than the truth.
He'd took a liking to her from the moment he laid eyes on her, but she would never feel the same way. She'd called him Mr Morgan, as if the last year of building a relation with her had disintigrated within a second. It stung, real bad. Worse than a knife ever would. Yet that kiss made it all worth it her soft lips against his, her sweet taste. Feeling her breath on his skin as she undid his buttons, and seein' you like that? Kneeling between his legs, so close to him. It was a memory he would cherish through thick and thin, a memory that would keep him up at night. A memory that made him hard in an instant, he let out a frustrated groan. Silenty taking care of it, pretty images of her occupying his mind as he did. Finally, he began drifting off to sleep. And he only had one thing on his mind. She'd called him a good man, that's all that mattered to him.
A week passed, and we'd had a few shallow interactions. Nothing serious, but resembling the akwardness we experienced in his tent, it made my heart sore. I always found a reason to talk to him, to be near him. So when to opportunity arrived once again, I jumped on it. We'd had a full day of chores, but needed to head into Valentine for a supply run, to stock up on things like ammo and vegetables. And just generally take a look around town, see what else we could find. But I don't have a horse of my own, and since Lenny and Sean were taking the wagon.
I found myself in need of a ride.
The sun had begun its final stretch before setting, meaning the light was golden and beautiful. The warm spring air was gradually turning chilly, but in the most soothing way. I joined the crew by the horses, 'Who's willin' to give a lady a ride.' I asked coyly.
Arthurs mouth fell open, as if he was about to speak, but quickly closed it again. 'I always got space for you, girl.' Sadie winked.
'Stop that. . You ol' charmer.' I smile shyly. Arthur couldn't help but smile, nothing but admiration I'm his eyes for you.
'Well-' Micah began, and I immediately rolled my eyes. Arthur glaring daggers at him.
'Shut it, and shave that overgrown squirell off your face.' Sadie interrupted him, Sean erupting into laughter at the comment.
'Why are we even bringin' him? We don't need that kind of trouble today.' I pointed out.
'Cause I say so, sweetheart.' He leers, smugness radiating off of him.
My stumache churns, my dinner almost catching its second wind, 'Dont call me that.' I turn serious.
Micah laughs, about to respond-
'You heard her.' Arthur stops him, making him reconsider opening his mouth again. Instead he opts to mutter under his breath, no doubt the most vile and cruel things too.
John joins us to help get the wagon in order, then sen dus off. Changing the subject back, 'Arthur got the most space.' John points out, 'I'm sure he wouldn't mind.' He winks at me subtly, and I blush. John Marston, you godsend.
'That okay with you Arthur?' I ask, looking up at him with big eyes.
'Course, c'mon sweetheart.' He jumps out of the saddle, grabs me by the waist, and helps me onto his tall, dark shire.
I yelp, unprepared for his strength. He gets back on, placing himself behind me, then grabs the reins on either side of me, capturing me in his big frame. I can honestly say, that I've never felt safer. A content smile covers my lips.
Sadie chuckles at the two of us, the chuckle turning into pure laughter when she sees Micahs expression. Gritted teeth and narrowed eyes, glaring at us, probably furious by my blatant approval of Arthurs use of sweetheart.
And with that, we begin our journey into town. Lenny and Sean were singing behind us, Sadie leading the way ahead of us. And Micah? I didn't bother finding out where he was.
Feeling Arthurs warmth behind me was all I cared about, his chest and thighs rubbing up against me with every step of his horse. It was doing something to me.
As the sun dove deeper, the cool in the air grew. Involuntary shivers took ahold of my body, 'You cold, girl?' He asked.
I shook my head, 'No, I'll be fine. Thank you though, Arthur.' My voice hackig as a particularly violent shiver shook my body, making my teeth clattered against eachother.
'Dont you lie to me, you're freezin'.' He says, worry lacing his tone, 'Take the reins.' That was an order.
I did and his hands slid between us, unbuttoning his jacket. Knuckles brushing against my back, all the way along my spine, ending at the arch of my back. Sending shivers in waves all over my body. 'Scooch down.' He orders again. Slightly hesitant, I slide backward. My ass tucked neatly again his crotch and my back flush again his chest. With his jacket still on, he wraps it around my sides, nearly covering my entire upper body. Sharing eachothers heat, trapping it between us.
'Arthur. .' I breathe, lust coursing through me. But it must've sounded as a protest because-
'-Dont start.' He said, 'My jacket is big enough for the both of us. Now hand me the reins, darlin.'
Oh you wonderful, oblivious man.
I gave them back to him and tugged his jacket closer around me, leaning impossibly closer to him. Gradually, my shivers disappeared, all thanks to the large, warm bear of a man behind me.
'See? Told ya'.' His body shook gently with a silent chuckle.
'You're somethin' else Mr Morgan.' I sighed and this time, the words felt right.
He smiled, she didnt see it, thankfully. Everything she did, made him smile. She was so close to him, and he had indirectly caressed her back. He could've leaned back and given her space, but he craved her. It was intimate and special. He'd not felt so peaceful since she stitched him up last week. Everything he did was at her service. Now she sat between his legs, grinding up against him. Not to her knowledge though, she just moved her hips to the step of the horse, riding like a woman should. But unbeknownst to her, she was feeding a hunger he fought hard to contain. Head in the lions mouth and all.
'Whats on that mind of yours Arthur?' She asked, 'I can feel you thinkin' from 'ere.' Shuddering against him, is she still cold?
If she only knew, what was goin' through his mind. How he thought of you every waking moment, a sentiment she would never return.
'Nothin' special, you still feelin' cold? I can feel you shiverin' Girl.'
She froze for a second before she spoke, chuckling under her breath, 'No I ain't cold, but thank you again.' He could hear the smile on her lips.
What was it then?
'Is the cut heelin' good?' She asked, concern and something else lingering in her voice. The memory resurfaced in his mind, his blood setting about rushing places. He shut his eyes, trying to clean his mind before he answered. Clearing his throat first, 'Good, 'is gonna be a nice 'n clean scar.' His voice lightly strained.
'Well, I'm glad. You got enough of em' for my liking.' She huffed, annoyed at the notion of him always hurting himself.
He risked it, and leaned his head forward, almost touching her shoulder but not quite. Breathing in that sweet scent of hers. Telling himself that it wasn't such a strange thing to do. 'I'll survive, I always do. With your fine stitchin' It's impossibly not to.'
She blushed, turning her face away from his, a bit shy at his compliment. He loved the way her cheeks turned rosy, 'Thank you.' She said proudly, another shudder against him.
Damn it, wad she still cold or not?
He opted out of asking again. She'd just tell him no. So he took matters into his own hands, quite literally. He moved the reins into one hand and circled the other around her waist, pulling her closer. Figuring he could blame it on rough terrain, that he didn't want her to hurt her pretty self.
But she didn't protest, on the contrary. She made a sound, almost like she exhaled a moan under her breath. Then grabbed his thigh, rough terrain too, perhaps? 'Arthur. . .' She breathed.
'I apologise miss, I shouldn't haโ' He began.
'No, no. You should've.' Firm in her words. 'You, remember much from last week?' She asked.
'I do.' He breathed, a nervous shake to his voice.
'You werent drunk?'
'No ma'am.' He answered truthfully, 'I lied.'
'Why?' There was hurt in her voice, and something broke inside of him.
He hesitated, choosing his words carefully, afraid he'd hurt her more, 'Thought maybe it'd be best, since I stepped over a line.'
She scoffed, 'You didn't step over anything, Mr Morgan.'
'Well I. . .' He paused, 'You didnt seem to like it, thats all. Didnt want you to think I was takin' advantages.' He rambled an explanation.
'I didn't want to take advantage of you Mr Morgan.' She sounded annoyed, annoyed by this whole missunderstanding, 'Didnt want you kissin' me drunk, if it was, just cause you were drunk.' She explained, 'I thought you were drunk. . .' sighing.
Puzzle pieces were finally falling into place for the both of them.
'We're here!' Sadie called from the front.
Dissapointed, I sighed. Yet, relieved, I smiled.
Arthur jumped off, grabbed my waist and helped me down. His touch lingering as our eyes met, searching eachothers gazes for answers. Wondering, where to go from here. We were finally on the same page, and knowing he kissed me from his own free will put a sping in my step.
The group broke up, I headed with Sadie as the men got about their business. We looked at the guns first and foremost, then headed for the general store. I looked for Arthur as we walked from building to building, and saw him heading into the stables. I wondered if he was gonna treat himself to a new saddle. He deserved it.
We went about our list of things to buy, then gathered by the wagon. Collectively, we decided on a bar run before we rode back to camp. Lenny and Sean were particularly excited about the idea.
We ordered whiskey, drank and laughed. Sadie and Lenny stood between me and Arthur, resulting in a whole lot of meaningful glances. Just wishing we could talk some more.
At some point a woman had approached Arthur, laying her hand on his bicep, clearly flirting. And my blood ran cold.
I stood talking with Sean, who noticed my change in demeanour and looked over at them. 'Dont worry yourself girl.' He laughed, and I furrowed my brows. Not sure what he ment.
'You gonna buy a lady a drink?' The woman asked, her voice sultry. Now, my blood boiled.
Arthur chuckeled, 'I didnt know I was talking to a lady.' And glanced at her hand, which she immediately retracted upon noticing.
She scoffed, 'Aint that a nice way to treat a woman. You taken cowboy?' She asked, her eyes narrowing on him.
'Well. . .' He huffed, 'You could say that.'
My heart swelled at his comment.
'Told ye so.' Sean smirked, and I playfully hit him on the shoulder.
The night went on, and as most nights go in a saloon, a fight was bound to happen. Arthur must've been watching me, because within the next half minute. A man had walked up next to me, and was about to touch what wasnt his to touch. But Arthur appeared out of nowhere, his outlaw instics mustve been on high alert. The man did in fact look sleezy enough to attempt such a thing, Arthur grabbed the mans wrist in a bone breaking grib. 'You keep your hands to yourself mister.' He said, his voice low and threatening.
'Or what?' The man spit, and Arthur let go of him. Lowering his head, chuckling. That shouldve been the mans warning, but he didn't know Arthur like we did.
Backing me up, Sean whispered 'Get ready.' to Sadie, Lenny and me. Nodding to a table of thugs in the corner, they were staring at our group intently, watching the scene unfold.
Arthur jerked his head to the side and smirked under his hat, then in flash he gave the man a lethal right hook. Sending him flying backward. The thugs sprung up, heading for us with firm steps.
Holy shit. A full on brawl broke out, everyone lunged themselves on everyone. I delivered a right hook of my own as two guys were ganging up on Lenny. Another man tried getting handsy with me, he snuck up behind me and grabbed me around the waist. So I elbowed him hard in the side and threw my head back. Headbutting him, I turned around and pushed him off me. Taking great joy in the way his nose was gushing blood, I grabbed him by the shoulders and kneed him in the crotch. With a whine, the man fell to the ground.
Even Micah joined in on the action, he'd been sitting still enjoying his whiskey beside us. Until he decided he wanted some fun too, apparently only he could be inappropriate with me. He smashed the glass over the head on the closest man, although im pretty sure he wasn't even apart of the brawl.
As the dust was settling and the lawmen had been called, we flew the coup. Arthur grabbed my hand and rushed us to our horses, not willing to risk leading the law back to camp, we rode hard and fast for Strawberry. Arthur was making a fuss about me on the ride there, asking if I was ok, and I assured him I was. 'Well. . . You got one hell of a hook girl.' He said, and I beamed with pride.
The gang had to act casual as we arrived to Strawberry, which proved futile with cuts and bruises as we asked for hotel rooms. But we ended up conning our way into possession of the last three hotel rooms. Bribing the clerk that is.
Arthur grabbed a key of his own, which nobody disputed. He gave me a meaningful look at and headed upstairs. Sadie grabbed a key and dragged me along with her. Leaving the last three men to argue about sharing a room, 'Shut up Micah, you're sleeping in the hall.' Sean shouted behind us. Turning around, I saw Micah slamming the doors open and storming out.
'I'll find a woman to warm me, dont ya' worry.' He shouted back, muttering under his breath.
We burst out laughing and ran to our room, but before we headed in, I grabbed her arm 'I'm just gonna go check on Arthur real quick.' I said, not thinking much of it.
'I'll not see you til the morning then.' She laughed, our stolen glances had apparently not been so stolen after all.
I rolled my eyes, 'We'll see.' And knocked on his door.
Lenny and Sean walked by, a low whistle accompanied by chuckles as they saw me standing there. But they quickly turned quiet when Arthur opened the door, standing in only his shirt and pants 'May I come in?' I asked, giving him my best puppy eyes.
'Course.' He smirked, and opened the door wider, stepping out of my way. My side brushing against him as I entered. His vest and jacket lay discarded on the bed, along with his hat.
'About before-' I began, my back turned to him. Suddenly feeling his hands slide onto my waist, pulling me into him. I gasped, not expecting it. He leaned into my shoulder, lips gracing my neck, all the way up to my ear. The warmth of his breath fanning over my skin, making me boil on the inside. It made it difficult to think.
'I want you darlin', all of ya'.' He whisperes, 'If you'll have meโ' pausing to place a gentle kiss between my ear and jaw, 'โ'M tired off missunderstandin's.'
In a haze, I turn around and lay my hands on his chest, having to crane my neck upward to meet his eyes. I reach one hand to caress his cheek, brushing at his stubble 'So am I.'
He leans into my delicate touch, nuzzling my hand and placing a soft peck on my palm.
One of his hands sinks its fingertips into the flesh at my hip as the other grabs my arm softly, sliding his hand up to my wrist, gently holding it as he places another kiss there, right on my pulse point. His lips linger, feeling my rapid heartbeat. Gently, he experiments. Sucking and pecking the spot.
A deep ache settles in my bones, fortifying with every kiss he places, deepening with every beat of my heart. And for a second, he feels it too. Meeting my eyes with a smirk, he pulls my sleeve up to cover more ground. Immidietly I feel that my clothes are weighing me down, 'Arthur.' I whisper.
'Hmm?' He hums, focused on kissing what skin he has access to.
Clearing my throat, 'Will youโ' I breathe, 'Help me unbutton?'
His eyes meet mine again, searching my gaze for certainty. 'I'll spend the rest of my days doin' your biddin' if it makes you happy girl.'
'It wouldโ' I say, and his hands move to my ribcage, pulling me into his frame. His face an inch from mine as his hands snake around my back, making quick work of each button without batting an eye. 'Ohโ' I gasp, surprised by his practiced fingers. 'Should I be jealous?' I ask under my breath.
'No ma'am, none could compete with you.' He assures me.
I feel a blush creep up my cheeks, and in the same moment, he finishes with the last button. Stroking his knuckles over the bare skin along my spine, and sighs. Content. As a shuddering breath leaves me.
Arthur wonders for but a second if shes cold again, until he realises.
'You werent cold, were ya'?'
Immedietly getting what hes reffering to, 'In the begginin' I was.' I tell him truthfully, 'Youre wonderfully clueless sometimes, especially for such a experienced man.'
He chuckles, 'You tellin' me you were all hot 'n bothered for me?'
'You were rubbin' against me, pullin' me close. How could I not be?'
'I wasntโ' He protests, 'โYou were on me if anythin'.'
'Oh so youre tellin' me you were all hot 'n bothered then?' I throw his words back at him, smirking happily while doing it.
Arthurs mouth opens and closes, unable to think of a comeback.
'Thats what I thought.'
He scoffs a smile, pushing my blouse off of me, leaving me in my undergarments.
His hands move to my arms, sliding upwards, leaving prickled skin in their abscence. He trails them over my collarbones and neck, his eyes following every inch of movement.
I lay my hands on his hips, holding onto him as my knees grow weeker by the second.
Forming his hands into loose fists, he caresses my cheeks with the backs if his fingers. Gently brushing the knuckles over my cheekbones, pushing strands of hair from my face in the same motion. He flattens his hands and cup my face, big hands draping around the sides of my head. Pulling me closer, he leans into my space. Meeting in the middle, his lips ghost over mine.
My breath hitches when he kisses me softly, his thumbs stroking my temples in soothing motions.
I grab onto his shirt, fisting and lightly pulling on the fabric. Arousal taking the reins completley, making it hard to think. I look at him with hazy eyes, admiration clouding every sense I have. '. . 'S your turn mister.' I breathe.
Smiling, he continues kissing me, 'At your pleasure ma'am.'
With a pleased hum, I trace my hands up his abdomen and over his chest, and Arthur groans in response. The aching pulse in my body stiffens at the sound, becoming more compressed. More focused in my core. Kissing him, I easily unbutton his shirt, making quick work of it, and slide it over his shoulders. Now hooked on his arm folds, it hangs around the small of his back. I sigh happily, what a sight it was.
'You expercied taking men's shirt's off?' He jokes, laughing. Then moves his hands to my waist, clawing softly at my skin.
I slide my arms around his neck, up into his hair. Scrathing his scalp tenderly, 'Wellโ' I begin, but he bites my lip suddenly, warning me. I yelp, accidently pulling on his hair, and a whine escapes him. My core dripping at the sound as I release a shuddering breath, '. .'M a woman Arthur, I have needs.'
'Yeah?' He questions, 'You needin' right now, woman?' The gruffness in his voice making my fingers curl.
'I am. .' Whining, my kisses turn needy, 'I need you Arthur, always.' I moan.
At that he wraps his arms around me, pulling me tightly into his embrace, his fingers digging into my flesh. He kissed me, hard. Hard like he might just die if let's me go.
'Skirt. . .' mumbling against me, 'Needs to go.' He manages. Without another word, I snake my hands behind my back, untying my skirt a let it fall to the floor. Arthur walks forward, forcing me back until my chins hit the bed and we fall onto it. He puts his weight on me, although supported by his forearms. 'Pants.' He orders, but I was already one step ahead. My hands already moving quickly to undo the buttons on his pants as hes kissing his way down my jaw and neck. Focusing on my sweet spot, hes sucks bruises, turning me into a moaning mess under every breath. Meanwhile, I shove my hand into his boxers. He grunts and shoves his forehead into the crook of my neck as I palm him, overwhelmed by my long lusted for touches. His member was already harder than a rock, and leaking juices. I bring my thump to his tip, stroking his seed in circles. He groans breathely into my neck, his warm breath causing further heat to pool in core. He leans onto one arm, sliding the other along the curves of my body. Cupping my breast through my brasier, 'I want to look at you sweetheart.' He groans and unfolds his arm so that hes above me to meet my eyes, 'Can I look at ya'?' He asks, voice pleading.
I nod, '. . 'Course.'.
Waisting no time, he snakes one hand under my back and lifts me up. I gasp, always surprised by his strength. 'Please, ma'am.' He begs, and I take the hint. My hand leaves his his member and move around my back, undoing the brasier. Throwing it on the floor, he sighs in relief, 'Wanted to see ya' for so long.' He breathes, lowering me back onto the bed and himself onto of me. Immidietly taking one breast into his mouth, and palms the other. Squeezing them, playing with my nipples, using teeth, tounge and fingers. Automatically, my back arches. Pushing my abdomen against his, and accidentally making my mound rub against his crotch. He hums under his breath, his hand leaving my breast and slowly slides down my body, then pulls his mouth off of my breast with a pop. 'Now.' He whispers, kissing his way up to my jaw, then leveling his head with mine, 'Wanna se all of ya'.' his free hand cups my cunt. I gasp from the sudden touch, there's no friction, no movement, yet the aching grows stronger from the warmth of his palm alone. I shut my eyes, trying to come up with an answer. But the presence of him takes up my entire mind, all I can manage is a nod.
Not satisfied, he pushes his palm firmly against my core. 'Look at me girl.' He orders, sliding his middle finger over my slit, undergarments creating a barrier. Making my wetness soak into them, and he chuckles when he feels it. Whimpering, I open my eyes to look at him, and he smirks, 'Good girl.' And plants a kiss on my jaw, 'Use your words this time.' He pecks my lips, then slides his finger over my clit. Lately circling it through the fabric, I swallow hard. Jolts of pleasure surge through my body as something finally gives. 'Want. . . You.' I manage.
'Yeah?' He breathes, and I nod. To which he raises his brows, and pushes two fingers against my core in warning.
Another jolt, '!Mmm, meanin'. . .' Humming a stutter, 'Yesโ' I pause, 'โPlease Arthur. I- I want you.'
'Atta girl.' He praises, then begins trailing kisses down my chest, over my nipple and abdomen, ending at my mound, right above my clit.
My back arches, 'Please. .' I whisper, pleading with him. He pushes back, shakes his already half off shirt completley off, and his pants follow. My eyes go wide at the size of him, hello cowboy.
His hands slide up my thighs, giving reassuring squeezes until he gets ahold of my undergarments. Hooking his fingers under them, he gently slides them off, and the both of us gasp. 'Beautiful.' He murmurs, admiring me. Then bends down, kissing his way up my inner thigh. Winding his arms under my legs and grabbing my waist, then hovers over my cunt, giving me one last look before diving in.
He licks one long stripe up my folds, gathering my wetness on his tongue. Then attaches himself to my clit, generously sucking and circling his tongue around it. I'd been on edge since the night in the tent, hyper sensitive from always wanting him, and finally feeling him on me? It's purely magical, I have to bite my cheek to keep from screaming when he shoves two fingers inside me. Thrusting in and out, curling with every withdrawal. I was already close, 'Arthur, 'm so close.' I moan.
He nods, furthering the movement of his tongue, 'Tell me what ya' needin' girl.' He mumbles against my folds, the vibrations of his voice deepness have me gripping my sheets, clawing it them like a wild animal.
'Need you, need you in me.' I blurt out.
He laughs, 'Im already in you sweetheart.' Causing my back to arch again, oh sweet, sweet vibrations. I throw my head back into the pillow, and his hand slides from my hip to my lower abdomen, 'Be good and lay still now.' Then pushing down with his palm. That combined with his fingers, wereโ were enough. . .
Blinding pleasure surges through me as I come on his fingers, walls clenching, fluids flowing. I breathe heavily as he laps it up, 'In me Arthur, please.' I whine.
'Youre gonna have to be clearer girl.'
I loose my patience, 'Christ, Arthur! I need you cock in me.'
He smirks, 'Well why didnt you just say so?' His hands push my legs over his shoulders and he climbs on top of me, face to face, he kisses me passionately. Tasting of salt.
His tip graces my entrance, 'You sure, aint you?' He asks, kissing my jaw.
I bury my hand in his hair, 'Mmh, 'm sure.' And with that, pushes inside me. A breathy moan leaves our mouths simultaneously.
'Feelin' just as sweet as you taste sweetheart.' He whispers against my jaw, nuzzling his nose into my cheek and forehead against temple. The pulls out, to the tip, and shoves himself back in. Hard and passionate, he sets perfect pace. Rocking our bodies with every thrust, going deeper than I ever thought to be possible.
'Christ.' I groan, he's hitting that spot inside me with every motion. One hand moves though his back, scratching at it loosely, pulling on hip to get him even deeper. He grunts, in my ear. Might aswell be music, wouldnt be able to tell a difference. He snakes one hand up my torso, grabbing my throat gently and squeezing just enough. Brushing his thumb over my my jugular. Outlaw indeed.
I pull on his hair, to level his face with mine, I wanted his lips, his tongue. 'Kiss me cowboy.' I order, and he follows.
Kissing me deeply, in rhythm with his thrusts, In rhythm with the aching that was finally dulling in my body. Finally, I had I'm. Truly had him. Bliss flows through me as the knot in my stumache tightens, on the verge of my second orgasm. And telling by Arthurs thrusts, he wasn't far away either. In a few more thrusts we both topple over with a breathy moans, Arthur whispering, 'Good girl.' Over and over as his seed was filling me to the brim, seeping out around his member as he collapses on me. My legs falling to the bed. We gather our breaths in a comfortable silence, just enjoying the closeness of the other.
He lays and arm around me, pulling me close as we fall asleep. Both thinking of the other, just not having to imagine what holding the other would feel like anymore.
At some point during the night, Arthur had rolled me off of his arm and snuck out. I was to tired to think much of it, especially since he returned shortly after. By morning I had all but forgotten it, brushing it off as a dream.
As we got dressed and ready the next day, I handed Arthur his hat. He took it, but looked at me, 'Put it on, wanna see you in something of mine.' He says, smiling.
'Gladly.' I chirp, and put it on.
His smile slants, turning into a smirk, 'Now, girl. You know what that means don't you?'
'Why'd you think I was glad to put it on. If not just to tell Micah to shove it.' I chuckle.
'It suits ya' He ruffles my hair with the hat.
We walked out and fetch our horses, the grup giving us mixed looks as the spot us. Arthurs hat declaring to the public of his intentions, that I was his and that we would have a busy night. Sadie smirked knowingly, winking at me. While Sean and Lenny looked happy for us, Micah was the only one who glowered.
'I got a surprise.' He says as he saddles his shire.
'Yeah, whats that?' I tilt my head.
He nods to Sean who runs off, I quirk my eyebrow at Arthur, 'Whats all this?' I ask.
'You'll see, keep your eyes peeled sweetheart.'
Eventually, Sean comes back into view, leading a horse I don't recognize. A beautiful mustang, tan coat, and white forhead. I don't connect the dots at first, 'Sean got a new horse?' I ask, confused.
'Now why would I surprise you with a new horse for Sean?' He asks, chuckling. And the pieces snap into place.
'For me?' I ask, dumbfounded. A million questions circling my head.
'Got her yesterday, had Sean ride and get her earlier this morning. Since I was. . . Occupied.' He smirks.
'That's why you snuck out in the night, then?'
He hums, 'Mhm.'
'Well I'll be. . Arthur Morgan, thank you.' I smile, hugging him. He wraps his arm around me, holding me tightly, afraid I'd otherwise slip away.
'. .'S nothing.' He pecks my cheek, 'Go meet her.'
As we arrived back to camp, we got busy. Late into the night we spent in Arthurs tent, defining the meaning of cowgirl.
The next few hours we rode next to eachother on our way back to camp, flirting and laughing as Saint and I got used to eachother.
i would love to see more jealous patrick โค๏ธ๐ซ
Hello, dear anon!๐
Ohhh, jealous Patrick is a thing!
In the middle of dinner with Bateman's family in Dorsia, the reservation Patrick had been trying to get all week, you needed a moment to powder your nose. On your way back to your table, you were playing with the ring Patrick had gifted you a week agoโa huge gem shone on it whenever you rolled it between your fingersโbut when you were distracted by the waiter, you accidentally dropped the ring, and if the stranger hadn't caught it, it would have rolled across the floor to God only knew where.
"Oh, thank you so much!" You beamed and smiled as the unfamiliar but handsome man returned the ring.
"It's nothing, really." He replied, examining you curiously from head to toe.
Such attention made you embarrassed, but then you felt a burning sensation between your shoulders. When you turned around, you locked your confused gaze with Bateman's, his hazel eyes piercing through yours like sharp daggers.
"Uh, thanks again! But I have to go!" With these words you walked away from the stranger before he could tell you something else.
Sheepishly you approached the table where Patrick, his parents and his brother Sean with his date were waiting for you. And even though Bateman's face was devoid of emotion, the moment you took your seat, his large palm found its way to your inner thigh in the blink of an eye.
"So, who was that guy?" He whispered in your ear, leaning closer so only you could hear. "And why was he touching you?"
You let out a shaky breath and smiled politely over Mrs. Bateman's comment that she was glad you were finally back. "What?" You asked bewilderedly without looking at the man next to you. "I just dropped my ring."
"You dropped the ring?" Patrick almost chuckled, his hand diving deeper between your legs under the table, forcing you to grab it to keep him from going any further. "Forgot how to wear a ring, sunshine?" The man took the opportunity to nip at your neck while everyone at the table was busy with each other. "When we get home, I'll remind youโฆ I'll remind you of everything."
His skillful fingers reached beneath your skirt no matter how hard you tried to stop them. Now, they were brazenly playing with the lace of your panties and perfectly hiding beneath the soft material of your dress.
"Patrick," you gasped, gripping the table to stifle a moan as Bateman pressed his thumb against your blushing clit. "Please," your pathetic pleas only brought a broad grin to his smug face. "Stop."
And then Patrick's mother asked you a question you couldn't even hear as your whole body was focused on the rising tension in your lower abdomen as the man was relentless in his intentions to work you up.
"Excuse meโฆcould you please repeat your question? You asked, completely awkward.
Patrick smirked arrogantly and leaned back in his chair. "She asked if you liked the food," he muttered mockingly, before shoving his two digits into your oozing pussy. "Believe me, Mother, she is enjoying the evening. Am I right, honey?"
Paralyzed, you were about to explode at how shamelessly Bateman was behaving, literally fingering you in front of his family. Biting your lower lip for a second, you tried to take a sip of mineral water, but the man wouldn't let you as he intensified his ministrations, curling his fingers to stimulate that spongy spot inside you that made you grip the surface of the table once again.
"Yesโฆeverything is perfect," you managed to blurt out, sensing the cool metal of his Rolex gliding along your hot skin, the contrast only heightening the pleasure. "Thank you, Patrick."
"You're welcome, darling," the man chirped, leaning closer to peck your cheek in an affectionate, pretending way, only to purr into your ear. "Tonight I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't even remember your own name." And with that, Bateman sat back, looking cheeky as ever, as he felt your inner walls contracting around his fingers once he began to rub your little bud with his thumb.
Mrs. Bateman couldn't help but smile. "Oh, you two are so adorable! Such a loving couple."
With a soft chuckle, Patrick grinned in pure delight. "Thank you. We really are."
Mark? MARK? Hes wired in. Sorry? Heโs wired in. Is he? Yes. How bout now you still wired in? Call security. You issued 24 million new shares of stock! You were told that if new investors came along- how much were your shares diluted? How much were his? You signed the papers. You set me up! Youโre gonna blame me because you were the business head of the company and you made a bad business deal with your own company? This is gonna be like im not a part of facebook. It wonโt be like youre not a part of facebook. Youre not a part of facebook. My nameโs on the masthead! You might wanna check again. Is this because i froze the account??? You think we were gonna let you parade around in your ridiculous suits pretending you were running this company? SORRY MY PRADAS AT THE CLEANERS! Along with my hoodie and my fuck you flip flops, you pretentious douchebag! Securityโs here, youll be leaving now. Im not signing those papers. Weโll get that signature. Tell me this isnt about me getting into the Phoenix. Youโฆ you did it i knew you did it! You planted the story about the chicken! I didnt plant that story about the chicken- Whats he talking about? You had me accused of animal cruelty! Seriously. What the hells the chicken? And iโll bet what you hated the most, is that they identified me as a co founder of facebook WHICH I AM. You better lawyer up asshole, cause im not coming back for 30%โฆ im coming back for EVERYTHING. Get him out of here. Its okay, Iโm going. Hang on! Almost forgot. Hereโs your $19,000. I wouldnโt cash it though i drew it on the account you froze. I like standing next to you, Sean. It makes me look so tough.
a/n: y'all have been so kind, showing so much love to the rafe blurb and my oc fic, so here's a thought i had after thinking abt some personal experiences (18+ nsfw, mdni)
cw: uhhh kind of manipulative jj but it's hot so it's okay. consent is given enthusiastically, that's all that really matters
โAnd apparently, Rebecca gave one to Sean,โ you complained. โI swear Iโm the only girl whoโs never done it before.โ You turned your head from where you laid on your bed, JJ sitting on the floor beside you, scrolling mindlessly on his phone.
โNo way every girlโs given a blowjob but you,โ JJ replied flatly, his attention on โhis insta modelsโ.
โFeels like it,โ you huffed, turning back to look up at your ceiling. โI just donโt want to miss out on vital teenage experiences. What if I wait too long to learn, and then Iโm bad at it?โย
This made JJ chuckle, and then in the silence after, you hear the click of his phone. โYโknow, y/n, if you really just want the experienceโฆ I could teach you.โ
Your eyebrows furrowed as you turned your head to look at him. โAre you making fun of me?โย
โDead serious. I mean, itโs just practice, and who better to practice on then your best friend?โ
โPracticeโฆโ You mumbled to yourself as your thought it over. JJ scooted closer to the bed.ย
โLike when we practiced kissing, that wasnโt a big deal, right? And then you wonโt be the only girl who hasnโt done it.โ
โAnd you wonโt be mad at me if Iโm bad at it?โ
โDonโt worry โbout that, Iโll teach you.โ
You bit your lip, it sounded enticing. โAnd itโs not a big deal?โ
โNah, Iโm sure friends do this all the time, they just donโt talk about it.โ
That made perfect sense to you, whom for a while had lustful thoughts about the blonde, surely everyone wants to fuck their best friends, it only made sense.
โOkay, yeah,โ you decided, sitting up. JJ quickly pulled himself up to sit on the bed beside you. โHow do we start?โ
โWell, you canโt suck my dick if it ainโt hard,โ JJ answered.
โIs it hard?โ
โI donโt know,โ JJ replied, taking your hand in his, leading it to his crotch. โAm I hard, y/n?โ
You bit your lip, โA littleโฆโ
โYou can get me harder than that, cโmon,โ JJ encouraged.
Your eyebrows furrowed together, and you wet your bottom as you tried to recount all you had seen in porn.ย
โStart by kissing me, y/n,โ JJ said softly, already leaning in. You quickly closed the gap between you, you were well practiced on kissing JJ, already knowing how he liked it. You brought your hands to cup his cheeks, pulling him closer. JJ liked when you were needy for him.ย
โYou can touch me,โ JJ mumbled between kisses.
โWhere?โย
โWhere do you want to touch me?โ
You slid your hand down his chest until it once again was met with his hardening cock. JJ let out a soft moan against your lips before kissing down your neck. You tried to bite back a moan, but it still escaped your throat as you slid you hand down the front of his jeans, rubbing his dick through his boxers.
โMmm, just like that, y/n, youโre doing so good,โ JJ said breathlessly. โCan I see your tits?โ
You looked at him with doe eyes, before pulling away to pull your shirt over your head, JJโs palms immediately cupping you over your bra. โGorgeous fucking tits.โ
โMmm donโt tease, JJ.โ
โWouldnโt dream of it, cupcake. Can I take your bra off?โ
You nodded before continuing your strokes, you could feel his dick getting harder and harder, and the thought was making you salivate. JJโs hands reached behind you and expertly unclasped your bra, helping it slide down your arms before moving to take off his pants.
You took your bottom lip between your teeth as you were met with the sight of JJโs cock, pale and veiny but with a pretty pink tip, already leaking precum. JJ put his hand in front of your mouth. โSpit,โ He commanded, and you obeyed, spitting in the palm of his hand. It was almost pathetic, how JJ could get you to do anything he wanted.
You watched as his hand wrapped around his cock before he stroked it a couple times, spreading your spit over him.
โOkay, now get on your knees, y/n.โ
Your body moved automatically, kneeling on the floor in front of where he sat on the bed. โGood girl, now just use your tongue at first, work your way up.โ
You looked up at him through your lashes before licking a stripe from his base to his tip, JJ hissing at the feel. โGood, just like that, baby. More.โ You did it a few more times before giving his tip a few kitten licks, moans falling from JJโs lips, and before you could think, you slid his dick in your mouth.
โFuck, y/n,โ JJ breathed out. You kept your eyes on him as you moved your head back in forth, like you had seen girls in porn do.
โThatโs it, baby, suck in your cheeks.โ You did as you were told.
โYou feel so fucking goodโฆ hey, wanna know what guys really like?โ You nodded the best you could with his cock still in your mouth. โTake me as deep as you can, but go slow, okay?โ
You pushed back further until your throat stung, making your eyes water. โFuck you look so fucking hot, y/n. You can take it, baby, I know you can.โ JJโs praises encourage you, and with each swivel of your head, you tried to take him deeper and deeper. JJโs hand wrapped in your hair, keeping it out of your face as he watched you. โIโm gonna make you a pro at this, I promise, baby.โ
You began to gag around him a bit, so JJ moved your head slower for you. โBreathe through your nose, you got this, just relax that throat, princess, you can take it.โ
With your cheeks still hollowed, you brought your tongue to the underside of his length, and you let your nails rake up and down his thighs.ย
โFuck, Iโm close, keep doing that, y/n, just like that baby. Can I go faster? You can handle it, right?โ
You nodded, prepared for it this time, but JJ took that as a yes for him to thrust, making his dick hit the back of your throat, pulling a whine from you, but JJ could only focus on the vibrations on his dick, letting out another moan. You could feel yourself growing wet from pleasuring him, you had forgotten all about your urge for experience, this was about making JJ feel good.ย
โFuck!โ JJ exclaimed, pulling himself from your mouth. In an instant you were shocked, disappointed even for him to stop. โStick your tongue out for me, baby.โ
You obeyed mindlessly, sticking your tongue out for him, mouth wide as you kept your eyes on him. He began fisting his cock right in front of your face, and you realized what was happening, and you felt electricity buzzing through you, you were making JJ cum.
He let out a few moans, then turned to whimpers before his cum landed on your tongue, some getting on your face.
โYou gonna swallow, baby?โ
You closed your mouth and swallowed, before using your finger to wipe the stray cum off your face, licking your fingers clean. โYou did so fucking good, y/n.โ
โThank you for teaching me, J.โ
โImagine how good youโll get with a few more practices.โ
โNow?โ You asked, and JJ chuckled.
โNo, not now, baby. Gotta give Junior a rest. But if you want to repay me, you could let me practice eating pussy.โ
"Since you asked so nicely..... this is how well my transition is going, big bro!" Hayley said on a Zoom call, setting up her phone on a tripod to flaunt her extremely pregnant body for her brother, Sean.
"Holy shit, you look incredible. How many kids are crammed in that belly?"
"Hmmmm, good question. I think I feel at least eight? Maybe more?"
"You don't even know how pregnant you are?"
"Nope! It's not that important. My medical team just tell me they're injecting me with a lot of fertilized eggs and do their thing."
"So you have no say over whether you get pregnant?"
"Nope! My doctors are gonna keep me pumping out babies forever, a girl's gotta keep her womb nice and full, don't you agree?" She smacked her belly playfully a few times.
"God damn.... I didn't even know you got a uterus."
"Well, you've been away, Mr. College Boy, leaving your poor adorable trans sister so alone...."
"...... Mom and dad say you fuck new guys like every night, Hayley."
"Well, aside from that I'm totally lonely! I miss having you around. You're why I transitioned, you know?"
"Hayley.... please, that was forever ago. We can move on past that."
"Why would we? You encouraged me to dress like a girl, act like a girl, you told me how much you fantasized about having a younger sister for company...."
"Ew, don't be gross."
Hayley bit her lip. "Why? Gross is fun. Besides I'm twenty-one and you're like twenty-six. We're both adults who know what we want."
"Are you planning to be like this the whole time I visit?"
"About that..... so, mom and dad use your room for their exercise equipment and storage now, so you'll be sleeping in my room, with me."
"..... And how will I fit in bed with you? You're gigantic."
"Don't worry, just snuggle up real close, my belly's so warm I'm sure you won't mind. Isn't this always what you wanted? You used to watch so many pornos and hentais about older brothers breeding their younger sisters. Mom and dad even think it's cute that I have a crush on you."
"Seriously? They're cool with it?"
"Of course! They already told me they can't wait to hear us upstairs catching up for lost time, shaking the walls, my pretty moans filling the hallway as you fuck my fat, girly ass. Doesn't that sound divine?"
"Fuck.... you're for real? You actually want me to fuck you, when you're that pregnant?"
"Don't worry, my womb isn't connected to anything. I stay pregnant til my team decides to give me a C-section. Usually I'm forced to stay pregnant for a whole year. The contractions get unbearable, but feel amazing! And as a surrogate mom living as a baby incubator, I'm paid very handsomely. Mom and dad already retired. They live mostly on the money this giant womb rakes in....."
"Jesus, you really committed to being a breeder, huh?"
Hayley reached in her shorts, pulling out her swollen, ten-inch cock off to the side for him to see as she stroked it. "That's what you wanted me to be. Watching those perverted videos every day, talking me into wearing girls' clothes, learning to do makeup, telling me at length how hot you think it'd be to have a submissive breeder sister. You even dared me to come out to mom and dad and ask to be put on hrt and blockers asap! You're the reason I'm a beautiful girl with a perpetually stuffed womb, flooded with more kids than my dumb, girly brain can probably count. This is all for you, big bro. I'm a knocked-up breeder slut dreaming every day to feel your cock inside me...."
"Fuck, you turned out better than I ever could've hoped, Hayley!"
"I take it that's a yes?" She enthusiastically jerked off, watching her brother stroke his cock under his jeans.
"Damn straight. I can't wait to fuck that fat ass of yours so hard you cry. Every day, every night. I'm going to fuck you in front of mom and dad. I'm going to fuck you in public. I'm going to humiliate you, grab your tits, jerk you off on the train. Everything I ever fantasized about doing to you."
"Mmmmm, ohhhh fuck...." she softly moaned, shooting rope after rope of cum out of her cock. "Look what you made me do, big bro." She showed him the cum all over her hand, then licked it up, off each finger.
"You're perfect. Maybe if you're a really good girl, someday I'll even marry you, and make you my submissive little pregnant bride, so I can humiliate, fuck, and torture you every day for the rest of your life."
"That sounds like every little sister's dream come true. โค๏ธ"
Summary: This is a flashback (before he and Romy split) based on this request. Harry calls Y/n to his office in the middle of a workday.
Word Count: 3k+
Warning: 18+ only, smut, cheating (technically), public sex (sort of), a touch of degradation kink
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Y/n was in the elevator with coffee from Starbucks for Harry and Sean and their guests. She had two trays balanced in her palms and the strap from her gorgeous new purse from Harry, hanging from her shoulder.
She bit her lip thinking about the man she shouldnโt be thinking of like she was. She knew he was married and it was just an arrangement but she was so far gone for him. And heโd said so many things that got to her. That had her head playing his words over and over and over again. How much he missed her between meet-ups, how he wished she could stay in his house with him so he could have her when he wanted. The way theyโd just sit and talk for hours. The way heโd wind his eyes over her face with his gentle gaze, his fingers softly brushing over her jaw or her cheekbone before heโd kiss her. It had her insides glowing hot.
When the elevator had made it to the office floor the doors slid open as Y/n stepped out but she didnโt get far. Hands clutched her forearms under the coffee trays and walked her backward into the elevator, โLet me help.โ
Harry pulled a tray from her hand and then scooped her in by the back of her head and smashed his mouth against hers wetly as the doors closed behind them.
He wasted no time in getting his tongue against hers and making her feel blurry and faint.
โNeeded to do that all day,โ Harry leaned his forehead to hers, โYouโre wearing the dress I bought you.โ
She smiled, โWell everything I wear these days is something you bought me.โ
โHarry pushed himself off of her and looked down at the fit of it on her, โI suppose thatโs true. That doesnโt mean I donโt love seeing you in things I paid for. God, youโre gorgeous.โ
The elevator dinged and the doors opened up to Jessica standing there, โOh! The elevator doors must have closed on you two. Need help?โ She eyed the trays and then Harry.
โOh, weโve got it. I noticed she was struggling so I came to help her but the doors closed behind me,โ he laughed, โBut thank you, Jessica.โ
Y/n and Harry slipped past Jessica as she got into the elevator.
โThat was close, Mr. Styles.โ Y/n teased.
โCome to my office after this meeting. Okay?โ He pushed the entry door open to let her pass him with the coffee tray.
โSure. Whatever you want, sir.โ
She walked into the conference room and gave everyone their order before quietly leaving. Harry watched her on her way out. He was quickly letting himself get too attached to the girl. But he wasnโt sure he could help it.
An hour later Y/n watched as Harry walked past her desk to his office. He glanced at her as he did so and she quickly got up from her spot to follow him.
โClose the door.โ Harry took his suit jacket off and sat down on the couch as he watched Y/n shut the door.
โNow come here.โ
She complied, walking toward where he sat and stood opposite the coffee table in front of him.
โTurn around for me. Let me see how pretty this looks.โ
She cracked an embarrassed smile and turned around for him before giggling and looking down at her shoes.
โWhatโs underneath?โ
โMmโฆโ she thought back to what sheโd put on that morning, โThe yellow lacy panties and bra from Saint Laurent.โ
Harry leaned forward, his elbows on his thighs, โTake the dress off. I want to see.โ
She swallowed, โUh? Here? Should I lock the door?โ She looked toward his office door and then back at him.
Harry laughed and got up, walking past Y/n to lock his door.
โNow itโs locked. Show me whatโs mine, Y/n.โ He walked to stand before her.
She felt hot all over as she stepped out of her heels and then began to unzip the back of her dress, letting the fabric fall down her torso before she caught it, and slowly stepped out to drape it over his coffee table.
โFuck,โ he spoke under his breath as he walked around her, taking in all of her skin and the pretty fabric of the set heโd bought her.
He stepped behind her, his hands starting at her shoulders and slowly moving down her chest and over her breasts before he lowered his mouth to her neck and began to softly run his lips over her skin making her sigh.
โEvery time I see you in such pretty panties looking so feminine and put together, it just makes me want to ruin you. Can I ruin you, baby? Can Daddy take what he wants from you?โ
She whimpered softly as she leaned her head back into his shoulder, โYou can have whatever you want, Daddy.โ
Harry smiled into Y/nโs neck as he pulled away from her and began to undo his pants. She turned to watch what he was doing and his eyes were already on her.
When his zipper was down he reached for her hip and pulled her in before he smoothed his hand down to her crotch, rubbing circles over her lace-covered clit. He could feel the moisture seeping through already.
โFilthy thing. Getting these expensive panties all wet, dirtying them,โ he dredged his fingers up and down, her arousal, making his fingers slick as she moaned softly, โDo you know these cost more than Jessica makes in a whole week? And here you are just making a mess inside of this delicate, hand-stitched, Italian fabric.โ
He tskโd at her as he as he watched her eyes. He loved it when she started to melt for him, โDaddy buys all these pretty things for you and this is how you treat them?โ
She inhaled and balled her fists to her sides to keep herself from reaching for his arms or his shoulders to hold on to, โSorry, Daddy.โ
Harry nodded, โThatโs okay baby. I know you canโt help it when youโre around me. Like an excited puppy who needs potty training. Isnโt that right?โ
His demeaning words were spoken low and quietly as he continued slipping his fingers over the panties, spreading her arousal all over the front.
โI just really want you.โ
โWell, you have me already. What is it you want right now?โ
She let out a shaky breathy and her rounded eyes fluttered when he switched from using his fingertips to glide over her panties to his knuckles, creating more friction, โYou. I just want you. Whatever you want. Anything.โ
Harry licked his lips. He loved the sound of that. And he knew she would let him do anything. That was the thing about Y/n. She loved it all. She liked it rough and soft and painful and slow. She never said no even when he gave her so many chances. She liked everything. She was perfect for him.
โSince we have to be quiet and quick I canโt do what I really want to do to you right now. Do you know what I want to do to you right now?โ
She shook her head as Harry dropped his hand away from her pussy and walked toward his couch before sitting.
โCome here into Daddyโs lap and Iโll tell you what you deserve. What Iโd do if no one could hear us.โ
She felt her limbs buzzing as she followed after him and climbed into his lap, straddling his thighs with hers. Harry lifted his hips and pulled his hot, angry cock from its confines.
โIโd make you bend over the desk and tie your hands down and your legs apart, tied at the ankles so you were just spread out for me and at my disposal.โ He nudged the wet fabric at her crotch to the side and pushed a finger into her entrance slowly as he watched her swallow harshly.
โIโd use whichever hole I wanted at different times. First your cunt,โ he punctuated as he jammed his long middle finger inside of her deep making her coo softly. โIโd use your wet hole to fuck into and please myself. Get myself off while you are immobile and grunting and whining.โ
Harryโs palm smeared over her clit as he pulsed his finger in and out of pussy, โIโd dump my come deep inside your tummy and make sure it was all fucked inside of you as deep as possible.โ
She began to pant and wiggle against his hand while his other hand moved up to pull her tits from the lace. He pinched softly over her nipples as he continued, โYouโd be drooling and crying, begging for me to let you come but instead, Iโd go back to work to get things done because Iโm a very busy man, you see. Youโd have to lie there for me all spread out and needy while I work and make money so I can keep spending on you.โ
The sound of her pussy being fingered was dirty as she tried to maintain her breaths and keep quiet.
โBut then Iโd see this pretty ass,โ he pulled his finger out of her pussy and reached to the back of her panties, and hooked his finger into the flimsy fabric to grant himself access to her tight hole before he circled it with her arousal, smearing her wetness all over, โAnd Iโd need to fuck it too. Use this pretty hole to get myself off again. But youโre a nasty girl who likes getting her ass fucked, isnโt that right?โ
Y/n nodded in desperation. Her lips were parted as she breathed heavily. But when Harry pushed his middle finger into her tight hole she gasped and widened her eyes.
โYouโd be so pathetic and helpless. Just desperate for more come and Iโll give it to you because after Iโm done Iโll watch how it drips from both of your holes while youโre shaking and acting like a desperate slut. Youโll be lying there begging a married man to use you and breed you.โ
She continued to nod with her mouth dropped open as she kept her eyes on Harry.
โNow sit on Daddyโs cock. I can tell you need it, baby. Weโll get these panties all stretched out and wrecked since you donโt care for them anyway.โ
Y/n raised herself upward and placed her hands at the back of the couch to steady herself as Harry kept his finger in her asshole.
She was so wet and so swollen he fit inside of her easily as she slid down his shaft.
Her head began to spin as he lifted his hips and began to fuck into her slowly, โThere we go. Soaking wet for me, darling.โ
Harryโs dirty talk ceased for a few moments as he reveled in the way she felt stretched around him all creamy and tight and warm. The couch squeaked the smallest bit when Y/n began to ride him up and down slowly.
The feel of his thick cock spreading her open and dipping deep into her guts with his finger in her ass had her shaking and holding in a moan.
โGetting yourself all worked up arenโt you, baby?โ
She pouted as she began to roll her hips and ground her clit into his pelvis, โDaddyโฆ can I come? Gonna come really fast, you feel so goodโฆโ
Harry smiled and leaned his head back into the couch as he looked from her soft tits to her scrunched face, โWait for me, baby. Iโll tell you when you can. Just a little more,โ he panted.
Slushy, slick noises, and heavy breaths filled the room as they moved together, getting each other off. No one did it for Harry the way Y/n did and he wasnโt sure if that was a shame or if that was a good thing. He certainly felt no guilt when he thought of the way Romy couldnโt even compare to Y/n.
โFuck baby, you always know just how to squeeze around me like that,โ Harry gritted his teeth, โSo much better than my wife. You deserve to be filled up and dripping with my come because youโre mine. Isnโt that right?โ
Y/nโs insides were sparkling and pulsing. She was doing her best to hold back but Harryโs words always got to her and his cock felt so good taking up every inch of her cunt, โYesโฆโ she breathed, โIโm all yours, Daddyโฆ please!โ
Her please came out too loud so Harry pulled her in by the back of her neck to crash his mouth to hers as they both felt their orgasms begin to unfold and take over.
โCome on Daddyโs cock baby,โ Harry spoke against her lips before shoving his tongue into her mouth to keep her quiet.
She trembled and let out muffled moans as her pussy fluttered around Harryโs shaft and swallowed him deep. He felt his cock being wrung out by her as his come poured out from his tip inside of her. Where it belonged.
They moved their mouths together to mute their gasps and moans as they released together there in his office on the couch he used for clients and co-workers.
Part of Y/n didnโt care if anyone heard. She wanted him to herself and she wanted everyone to know that she was getting his cock on the regular. That his wife could never make his ears ring and his thighs shake like she did. He never felt so desperate for his wife that he needed to fuck her in his office in the middle of a workday. Never dreamed of her the way he dreamed of Y/n. Didnโt masturbate to the image of Romy while he was showering but rather he imagined Y/nโs eyes and her lips, and her fingers when he was fucking his fist. She was his dream girl. His favorite girl. Y/n was. Not his wife. And Y/n knew this to be a fact.
When they both finally slowed their movements and Y/n parted from Harryโs mouth she felt the way sheโd drenched his lap and looked down, โOh god. Sorry!โ
Harry laughed and eased his finger from her ass, โI have a change of pants here for just this kind of emergency.โ Harry tapped her bottom, โUp you get. Iโve got a call to make and youโve work to do.โ
Y/n slowly dragged her pussy off his cock and he hissed at how sensitive it was. She stood up and began to slip her panties down her hips but Harry stopped her, โKeep them on. Want you to sit in your wet panties with a pussy full of my come so you remember exactly what bad thing youโve done today,โ he smirked at her as he stood and took his pants off to switch them out for a clean pair.
โBut Iโll get my dress all wet too,โ she looked down at the yellow lace and back up at Harry.
โIt wonโt show through your dress. No one will know youโre all messy and freshly fucked.โ
She pouted as she moved the crotch of her panties back into place and readjusted the bra before picking up her dress.
Harry pulled up his clean pants and sighed as he looked at Y/n trying to avoid getting her dress a mess as she stepped into it, her face scrunched.
He walked up behind her and helped her zip the back of the dress, โDarling, you know you can take them off if you want, right? Iโm not that mean.โ
She turned to look at him, โBut you saidโโ
Harry shook his head, โItโs just a fantasy. You donโt have to suffer through wet panties just because Iโm a pervert,โ he grinned.
She smiled at him, โYouโre not a pervert. And if you want me to keep them on I will. I love making you happy.โ
โI know you love to make me happy. Itโs why this works so well,โ he pulled her toward him and kissed her, โBut youโre a big girl and you can make your own decisions canโt you?โ
She nodded.
โDo you want them off?โ
โWellโฆ I mean. It is uncomfortable. Itโs so wet.โ
Harry laughed, โI know theyโre wet. You completely destroyed them. How about this, weโll compromise. You take them off but that means you get to feel my come dripping down your thighs for the rest of the day. Every time you get up or move a little bit will seep out. Thatโll be your reminder.โ He had his long fingers wrapped around the front of her neck as he spoke.
She grinned, โOkay.โ
When her panties were finally off Harry took them and stuffed them inside of the pocket in his dirty trousers, โIโll have the housekeeper clean these up and make them like new again. Then Iโll bring them back to you. Howโs that sound?โ
โOkay. But what if your wife sees them?โ She asked as she slid her heels back onto her feet.
Harry shrugged and tossed his pants behind his desk, โSo what if she does? She knows Iโm fucking someone else. Knows someone else is giving me what she canโt.โ He stepped toward her and pushed her back to his office door, โI donโt care if she sees them. I hope she does. Hope she finds them all sticky and dirty and knows what kind of good girl Iโve been enjoying.โ
With her back pressed into the wall next to his door and his hand on the front of her neck he gave her a soft and sloppy kiss before pulling himself away, โNow itโs time to get back to work.โ
Y/n nodded and bit her lip as she slowly walked out of his office and back to her little cubicle, his come dripping out of her cunt and down her thighs as she went. The feel of him warm down the inside of her legs made her smile knowing that she was his favorite.
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in which the boys are curious where arthur runs off to every thursday night (ITS FOR SEX)
song is Moonshadow by Cat Stevens !
spoiler they be fucking :/ i be making them fuck for real (oh no aaaa no arthur dont have sex with me no aaa that would be terrible i would hate that)
Javierโs eyes track Arthur as he slinks away from the campfire, tuning out Seanโs boisterous storytelling. He knows the gunslinger is readying his horse to leave. He also knows heโll be gone for a couple of hours, returning around one or two in the morning to slump into his bed after everyone has gone to sleep.
How does Javier know?
Surprisingly, Arthur is a creature of strict routine, and he does this song and dance every Thursday nightโwithout fail.ย
Javier furrows his brow, unable to quash his curiosity this time. What on Earth could he be going off to do so regularly? He never came back with meat, so he wasnโt hunting. He couldnโt be off robbing, because when he got back, he didnโt drop anything off at the contribution box. Oh, Javier, maybe he was planning to do so later on? Ah, ah, ah! What do we know about Arthur? Ever the routine-man, he donates to the camp box theย secondย he enters camp, no matter what he just got back from. Itโs always the first thing he does. Canโt be shoppinโ, โcause itโs too late for that. Canโt be killinโ, โcause he comes back clean.ย
A cuff round his shoulder roused him from his thoughts. โJavier! Didja hear me?โ Sean said, drink emboldening his speech (not that the Irishman needed much encouragement).ย
Javier ignored him, glancing over his shoulder. Sure enough, Arthur was on his horse, trotting away from camp, everyone else none-the-wiser.
โHullloooo??โ Sean needled, pushing his side into Javierโs.ย
Javier looked over to Lenny and Charles sitting across the campfire from them, and felt a spark of inspiration ignite within him. He leaned forward, beckoning them closer with his hand. They looked confused, but crossed the clearing anyway, kneeling in front of his and Seanโs log.ย
โWhat is it?โ Lenny prompted, his voice hushed. He could always trust Lenny to be discreet.
โYeah!โ Sean added, much louder. ...He couldโve guessed.ย
He lowered his voice, smirking conspiratorially. โWhereโd Arthur go?โ
Sean and Lenny frowned, caught off-guard by the question, but Charles inclined his head in understanding. โI didnโt think anyone else noticed.โ
โNoticed what??โ Sean whined, leaning in closer to Charles. โDonโt be keepinโ secrets, now!โ
Charles rolled his eyes, waving his hand to shush Sean. He nodded his head to Javier. โArthurโs been leaving every Thursday night.โ
Sean scrunched his nose. โSo what? Artโur leaves all the time!โ Lenny nodded along.
Javier shook his head. โBut Thursdays are different. He leaves around 10PM, comes back around 1AM. Why the same amount of time?โ
Sean was quiet for a moment (if one could believe it), before jumping up from the log, his beer bottle sloshing in his hand. โLetโs go find out!!โ he whispered loudly, grinning from ear to ear.
Javier couldnโt help but mirror his expression. He wasย hopingย he wasnโt the only one this curious about it. He felt a thrum of excitement run through him. He pushed up from the log, Lenny readying to follow him.
โGuys,โ Charles interrupted, stopping their walk to the horses. โArthurโs entitled to his privacy. We should let him have thisโwhatever it is.โย
He shouldโve expected this from ever-noble Charles. Sean began to argue, but Javier cut him off, knowing he wouldnโt win against Charles. โItโs probably nothing.โ he retorted, trying not to feel guilty under the other manโs pointed stare. He turned away, making for the horses anyway. โIโm going. You donโt have to.โ
โWouldnโt miss this fer the world!โ Sean laughed, immediately tagging along. Javier fought the triumphant grin pulling at his lips. He heard Lenny awkwardly shuffle behind them, some whispered apology to Charles.
He mounted his horse, waiting impatiently for Sean to struggle onto his own. His eyes searched the growth around the camp, hoping to find an indication of where Arthur ran off to. Heย couldย track, but Charles was the expert. It would make things much easier to have him with themโฆ
The man in questionโs voice came behind him. โIโm only tagging along to make sure you donโt ruin whatever Arthur has going on.โ He turned to see Charles mounting Taima, disapproval marring his proud features.ย
Javier grinned in spite of it. โExcellent! Vรกmonos!โ he cheered, leading the search brigade with Charles by his side, the other manโs trained eye focused on the ground. Lenny followed behind them with Sean drunkenly pulling up the rear. Charles looked as though he wanted to stop him from coming, but seemed to decide against it, knowing the stubborn man wouldnโt listen to a word he said.
Charles followed Arthurโs trail down the left path from camp, past the trees, past the tracks, until they arrived in Valentine. Javier felt giddy.ย
Charles stopped them in front of the saloon, hopping off his horse to hitch her, the rest of them quickly following suit.
โThe saloon?โ Sean whispered, creeping up the steps to peer through the buildingโs windows. Lenny followed behind him, and the two poked their noses over the ledge of the window, trying to sneak a glance within. Charles walked over to join them, and would have looked less suspicious if not for the two idiots in front of him crouched like children.ย
Javier approached the window opposite them, casually leaning to the side of it to look in. Not that his subtlety helped him, as again, he was across from three grown men cartoonishly trying to peek inside as well.ย
He spied a couple of men that looked like Arthur before finally seeing actual Arthur at the bar. He wasnโt hunched over it, like some of the other patrons were, and instead was looking around at the other people in the saloon, as if searching for someone.ย What could that be about?ย He wondered.
Before he could think on it further, Sean strolled into the saloon, Lenny in tow. Charles shared a knowing glance with him before following them in.ย
Sean beelined for Arthur, and soon they all surrounded him, clapping him on the back.
โYouโd go to the saloon without inviting yer favorite drinking buddy?โ Sean accused, roughly pushing at the manโs shoulder.ย
โMyย favoriteย drinking buddy, huh?โ Arthur echoed, his voice not reflecting what Javier knew to be embarrassment on his face. Arthur slumped over the bar, tugging the front of his hat further over his face.ย
Sean gasped. โDrinkinโ with meโs a treat! Ye shouldย beย so lucky!โ
Javier nudged him from his other side. โWe were wondering where you headed off to all the time. Had we known it was just the saloon we would not have bothered!โ he laughed, waving the bartender over. He would buy him a drink to apologize.
โYou too, Charles?โ Arthur asked, sounding betrayed.ย
Charles sighed, apologizing. โI was trying to get them to leave you alone, Arthur.โ Javier couldnโt help but think the man didnโt put upย tooย much of a fight.ย
โWell,โ Arthur cleared his throat. โโF thatโs all, you can all head on back to camp, Iโll be back soon.โ
Sean scoffed. โWhy dโyou want to be rid of us so-โ
A guitar strum floated over from the back of the saloon, and he trailed off. Arthur buried his head in his arms, the tips of his ears red. Javier cocked a brow, looking over.
โMiss me, yโall?โ a pretty woman at the back of the room called out, guitar in hand. A couple of cheers and whoops came from the crowd, the saloon filled with noise.
The boys grinned knowingly.ย
โNot. A goddamn. Word.โ Arthur groaned, his voice muffled by his arms.ย
Sean barked a laugh, clapping the man on the back. โOhoho, ye rascal, we shouldaย knownย yeโd try ta keep this beauty ta yerself!โ He wolf-whistled towards the performer.
Javier grinned toothily, leaning in to tease Arthur. โYou could have told us you were only leaving to see about aย girl, Arthur.โ
Arthur pushed up from his slump, nursing his whiskey miserably. โLike you wouldโve let me hear the end of it.โ He grumbled. Javier pushed his extra drink over to the man, giggling like a teenager. Arthur the Stoic, red-faced and shy about a singer. He never thought heโd see the day!
The woman, having finished her introductions while they teased Arthur, began to sing. Javier watched Arthur turn himself slightly to watch her.
Yes, I'm bein' followed by a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow
Leapin' and hoppin' on a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow
Arthur couldnโt help the dreamy smile that twisted his mouth, watching her. She looked so content, fully in her element up there on Valentineโs tiny lifted stage. The piano man to her right had abandoned his duties to drink at the nearest table.
And if I ever lose my hands
Lose my plow, lose my land
Oh, if I ever lose my hands
Oh iiiii-iiiif, I won't have to work no more
Her southern accent colored the lyrics, guiding the notes up and down as she pleased. The patrons knew this song, and sang along with her every now and then, but none followed the exact wayย sheย sang it, allowing him to easily follow her voice amidst the noise.
And if I ever lose my eyes
If my colors all run dry
Yes, if I ever lose my eyes
Oh iiiii-iiiif, I won't have to cry no more
Sean stumbled into the fray, caught in some dance with a couple of other patrons, breaking his trance. Arthur dragged a hand over his face, hoping he didnโt look as foolish as he felt.ย
Yes, Iโm bein' followed by a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow
Leapin' and hoppin' on a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow
Most nights, he would allow himself to indulge in the fantasy. Convince himself she was singinโ for him, that when they locked eyes across the saloon, she had the same look in hers as he did.ย
And if I ever lose my legs
I won't moan, and I won't beg
Oh, if I ever lose my legs
Oh iiiii-iiiif, I won't have to walk no more
He downed his drink and reached for Javierโsโanything to give him an excuse for the way he was lookinโ at her. Having them with him just dragged him back to reality: he was just another face in the crowd to her, and even if he did catch her eye, she would just think him old and sour-faced, and leave it at that.ย
And if I ever lose my mouth
All my teeth, north and south
Yes, if I ever lose my mouth
Oh iiiii-iiiif, I won't have to talk no more
He took another deep drink, feeling that familiar haze begin to set in on the edge of his vision.ย
Did it take long to find me?
I asked the faithful light
Oh, did it take long to find me?
And are you gonna stay the night?
This would be the last time he let himself come here on a Thursday night. He was just torturinโ himself, thinkinโ of things that would never be. Head in the clouds, like Micah would say. Christ, he was glad they didnโt think to bringย himย along.
I'm bein' followed by a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow
Leapin' and hoppin' on a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow
The drink crept into his heart.ย If this was his last night here, with her, he might as well fool himself one last time,ย the drink said.ย Whatโs the harm? One last time canโt hurt.ย It wheedled, and he knew heโd be miserable come morning.
Moonshadow, moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow
He leaned to his right, seeking Javierโs weight to nudge him for another drink (least he could do for ruininโ his fun), but felt only air. He frowned, glancing around for the others. Sean had dragged Lenny into his drunken dance, Javier was speaking with some well-endowed woman in the corner (who seemedย veryย pleased to have his attention), and Charlesโฆ his frown deepened, squinting at the blurry crowd. He couldnโt see Charles. Knowing the women of Valentine, he was likely cornered somewhere, politely refusing their services (although for a man like Charles, perhaps it was free).
Arthur grunted, turning back to his empty glass. Figures that his friends would quickly find company at a placeย heย frequented, and he was left miserable and alone. He plucked his hat off his head, raking his other hand through his hair. He was sure he looked a messโnoย wonderย he was by himself.ย
โHey, cowboy.โ a voice came from his right, startling him from his wallowing. He turned, and felt his heart jump to see his singer leaning against the bar next to him.ย
Her eyes were bright, her face flushed. She seemed out of breath from her performance, but pleased, satisfied with how she had done.ย
He gaped like a fish.ย Say somethinโ, goddammit!ย ย
She smiled, shifting her eyes to his glass. She pointed at it lazily. โBe a doll and get me what youโre havinโ?โ
He nodded dumbly, gesturing wordlessly at the bartender. Seconds later, a replica of his drink sat in front of her. She thanked him and brought the glass to her lips. He knew he looked ridiculous, eyes trained on the way her lips parted, the amber liquid gliding into her mouth, but he couldnโt bring himself to look away.
She set the glass back down, giving him a teasing smile. โYou mute?โ
He shook his headโthen inwardly smacked himself for yet another wordless response. โNo.โย Christ, you can do better than that.
She giggled, and he thought he might die. โWhat aย scintillatingย conversationalist you are, Misterโฆโ she trailed off, tilting her head.ย
โMorgan.โ he provided. His mind caught up to the conversation fast enough to ask for her name in turn (he deserved a pat on the back for being so quick-witted). She gave it, and he almost sighed aloud. She had a name she introduced herself with to the crowds, but he suspected it was a stage name, and he had been correct. Her real name was a privilege to finally learn.ย
He repeated it back to her, experimentally rolling it on his tongue. She grinned. โSounds nice when you say it, Mr. Morgan.โย
โArthur,โ he corrected. โโS just Arthur. For you.โ He coughed, turning to order another drink, just to have something,ย anythingย , to distract him from the weight of her gaze on him. โI mean, if you want. Morganโs fine too.โ
โArthur,โ she purred. He felt faint. โI like that more.โ His next drink arrived and he immediately buried his face in it, unable to meet her eyes. Christ, he was like a teenager. He inwardly scolded himself.
She carried on, oblivious to his inner turmoil. โI see you here a lot, Arthur.โ she gestured over her shoulder to the crowd. โFirst time I seen you bring friends, though.โ
So sheย hadย seen him in the crowd all those times? He squashed the thought before it ruined him. He laughed, shaking his head. โBastards invited themselves.โ He chanced a glance at her, her attention on the crowd instead of him. He eyed her drink, already half-empty in her hand, before looking up, up, to the curve of her chest, the proud slope of her neck, the strands of hair falling loose from her updo, her lips, her nose, her eyesโฆ he forced himself to look at the crowd instead. โDonโt you have some adorinโ fans to go talk to?โ
She turned her head to look at him, but he kept his eyes focused ahead. โI thought I was already doinโ that.โ she sidled closer to him, nudging her shoulder against his arm. Warmth radiated off of her. โUnless youโre not one of my adoring fans.โ
Arthur felt heat creep up his neck and he shrugged. โMaybe.โ
โMaybe?โ she echoed, amusement coloring her voice. โI donโt think youโve missed a single one of my performances,ย Arthur Morgan.โ he felt a shiver run up his spine. โIf anyoneโs a fan, itโs you.โ
He pulled the lip of his hat down over his eyes. โMaybe.โย Guilty as charged.
She laughed, and rounded to his front. She flicked up the front of his hat, and his eyes met hers. He stilled, entranced. There seemed to be a glow about her, some hazy halo enveloping her body.ย How much had he had?ย ย
โYou wonโt admit it?โย What had they been talking about again?ย He tried not to focus on their difference in height, how easy it would be to scoop her up, his hands so large on her hipsโฆย
โWell?โ He flexed his hands, trying to reign himself in. Her face was expectant: eyebrows raised, pretty lips pursed.ย
He shook his head. Couldnโt this woman see he couldnโt think straight?ย
Apparently that counted as an answer and she scoffed, playfully rolling her eyes. โYou embarrassed?โ
Yes. Why did she think he was, again?ย He sighed. โIโm sorry, miss,โ he tried her name again, wanting to say it over and over. โI believe I am too drunk for this conversation.โ
She grinned in understanding. โWhy donโt we talk someplace quieter, make things easier on your poor head, hm?โย
Someplace quieter?ย His mind echoed, while his body nodded dumbly, stumbling behind her. She took his hand in her own, leading him up the stairs. His eyes were trained intently on their hands, her hand small, warm, in his, her fingertips roughened from guitar strings.ย
What was she doinโ, touchinโ a man like him? He couldnโt bring himself to pull away, as much as he knew he should. It felt nice, to indulge. The hazy shroud around his vision encroached further inwards, tunneling his view.ย ย
โHere,โ she said, so softly he almost didnโt hear. She pushed open a door, leading him inside and shutting it behind them. It was suddenly much quieter. He breathed a sigh of relief, some tension leaving his set shoulders.
โNicer up here, isnโt it?โ she prompted, releasing his hand. He ached at the loss. He dragged his gaze up to watch her dance over to theโฆ bed. He gulped, valiantly fighting off the thoughts that sprang up at the sight of her.ย
โMhm.โ He didnโt know what to do with himself. He stood awkwardly where she had left him, staring dumbly at her. What the hell was she thinkinโ, bringinโ a man like him up here,ย aloneย with her? She could get herself hurt, or worse. He frowned. She opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off. โI shouldnโ be up here with you.โ He shook his head, forcing himself to look at the ground. โAinโt right. You shouldnโ trust me.โ his words slurred, but he hoped she was taking him seriously despite it.ย
โWhy not?โ
He groaned. God, her voice. He buried his head in his hands. โI ainโt. Aย niceย man, miss,โ he spoke her name again, and god, hoped she couldnโt hear how he loved to say it.
He felt her hand on his arm. When had she gotten up? She was so warm. He lowered his hands, chancing a look into her eyes, hoping he was strong enough to resist their pull.ย
Christ, of course he couldnโt. She looked up at him through her lashes, stepping closer, their bodies almost touching. He breathed in, unable to bring himself to look away this time. She smelled like the alcohol everything smelled like in the saloon, but a sweet undertone ran beneath it. He was reminded of the saccharine scent of canned peaches.ย
Her hand smoothed down his arm to his hand, lacing their fingers together. Her other reached up, up, and palmed his cheek, her touch gentle like she was approaching some wild horse. He leaned into it before he could stop himself, his stubble scratching against her skin.ย
โHow โbout,โ she started, her voice soft and quiet, โI decide that for myself?โ
His eyelids felt heavy, and he felt himself forgetting what she was even responding to. His free hand began to move of its own accord, bumping into her thigh, smoothing up to her hip. He looked down. Just like he had imaginedโฆย
She moved, and his gaze shifted to her face, slowly nearing his. His breath hitched. This was some sweet dream. He would awaken in his tent, frustrated and wanting, would take himself in his hand and relieve himself to the sight of her like this in his mindโs eye. He would wait until next Thursday and slink back to the bar, eager for more. Her lips touched his and he sighed into her mouth, whiskey on his breath. He would stay asleep forever, if he could, lips pushing against hers, nipping at her soft skin, tonguing past it.ย
She parted from him, gently, as if to not scare him off. He breathed heavily, eyes lidded, vision tunneled onto her mouth. She started to speak, but he cut her off, pushing hungrily into her, cupping his hand around the back of her neck. He had waited so long,ย so long. He would take it, even if it wasnโt real.ย
She gasped into his mouth and he almost moaned at the sensation. God, what a privilege to finally have her all to himself. To have her in front of him, touchingย him, kissingย him, instead of with her crowd, Arthur by himself at the other end.
Her knees buckled, falling back onto the bed. He huffed, breaking from her. He thrust his hands beneath her thighs, hearing her squeak in surprise. โEasy, girl.โ he muttered under his breath, picking her up and tossing her into the pillows at the head of the bed, following soon after.ย
He climbed onto the bed above her, and stilled, looking down at her. Her hair had spilled out of its updo, hair piece having been discardedโฆ at some point, perhaps before they had even entered the room? His memory felt hazy. She looked up at him through her lashes, her lips parted, chest heaving. His eyes softened. โYer beautiful, miss,โ he whispered her name.ย
Her cheeks flushed prettily. โThank you, Arthur.โ she breathed. She tilted her head up slightly, her eyes slipping down to his lips.ย
He reached out, taking a piece of her hair between his fingers, twisting it around. It was soft. Of course it was. It was devastating how perfect she was. โI liked your song, earlier.โ he mumbled, focused on her hair.ย
โIโฆ Iโm glad.โ she whispered, her hand winding up his arm, to his neck, to his head, to take off his hat. She placed it down somewhere, and her hand soon wound its way into his hair, her short nails scraping at the back of his head. His eyes slipped closed, humming at the sensation. โI was hoping you would be here, tonight.โ
He blinked open his eyes just enough to see her face. โWhat?โ he asked, his voice gruff.ย
She averted her gaze, blush deepening. โBeen lookinโ forward to seeinโ you at my performances.โ
He scoffed. Now heย knewย this was a dream. โUh huh.โ He leaned in, burying his nose in her neck. โYou donโt gotta lie tโme.โ He turned, placing open-mouthed kisses along any skin he could find. Her breath hitched in his ear.ย
โI-Iโm not.โ she insisted. He hummed, laving across a section of skin before taking it between his teeth, sucking slightly. She held her breath for a second, forcing out her next words. โI beenโฆ beenย dreadinโ the day you stop showinโ up,โ she breathed out, โand Iโd have missed my chance.โย
He parted from her, pulling back just enough to meet her eyes. They were lidded, but earnest. He felt his heart flutter in his chest. โI counted at least ten other men better-lookinโ and closer in age tโyou. Yer tellinโ me not one oโ them caught yer eye?โย
โโS that really so hard to believe?โ she palmed his cheek again, stroking it with her thumb.ย
โYes.โ he laughed dryly, but leaned into her hand all the same.ย
She brought up her other hand, cupping his face. โLook how sweet you are, baby.โ she cooed, bringing his face closer to nuzzle her nose against his. โWhat a cutie-pie!โ she teased.
His eyes softened, tracing the features of her face. He wished he could pause time, sketch her in his journal. Heโd just have to memorize how she looked, and try his best to replicate it later. Once he woke up, of course. From this dream.
She connected their lips and he groaned, not expecting the sudden contact again. Her hands moved from his face to wrap around his neck and scratch at his shoulders. It felt like she was sucking him in, how truly he could not pull away.ย
He rubbed his hand up her thigh, pushing up her long skirt. Her skin was smooth under his rough hand, moving up to grab at the soft flesh of her ass, squeezing and pulling her up towards him. She arched slightly, and he grabbed his other hand behind her waist to pull her closer, closer still.ย
Her breasts brushed against his chest, her nipples stiffening through the thin fabric. He nudged her head to the side with his nose, moving to kiss down her neck. She sighed in his ear, her hands busying themselves with his arms and shoulders. Drink made him sloppy in his movements, his tongue wetting her neck and chest as he made his way down to her breasts. He didnโt bother to tug the fabric down, instead mouthing over her nipple through the fabric, flattening and swirling his tongue into the mound.ย
She whimpered, her hand moving up to tug at the hair on the back of his head, her other moving down to tug her shirt down under her tits. He parted from her while she did so, unable to help the smirk twisting his mouth at her desperation.ย
โYou like that, doll?โ he muttered, taking in the sight of her bare breasts, her shirt bunched up underneath them.ย
She stuttered out a response, arching up towards his mouth. Seeing her like this sent a surge of confidence through him. She was his. No one else downstairs got to see her like this. Just him.ย Onlyย him. He brushed his lips against her nipple, watching her try to push into his mouth.ย
He smiled against her, and she whined, tugging his hair.ย โDonโt tease me, Arthur.โย she breathed.ย Fuck.ย He took it into his mouth, his hand encircling the other, twisting and toying with it. He would give her anything she wanted if it meant she would say his name like that again.ย
He dragged his mouth down, not missing the soft moan she gave at the loss, cool air ghosting over her wet nipple. He kissed down her stomach, moving his hands down underneath her thighs, pushing them up, up.ย
He bunched her skirt around her, and pulled back. His eyebrows jumped up his forehead in surprise.ย She wasnโt wearing anything underneath.ย He looked up at her.ย
Her face was reddened with embarrassment, her hands covering her cheeks.ย
โCare to explain this?โ he teased, running his hands down her thighs, closer, closer.ย
She bit her lip. โIโฆโ she looked away.ย
He tilted his head, indicating he was waiting.ย
โIโฆย didย say I was hopinโ to see you tonight, didnโt I?โ she laughed breathily.ย
His chest rumbled in approval, looking down at her exposed cunt, already wet without him touching it. โAll thisโฆโ he drawled, glancing up at her, โfor me?โย
She nodded, hiding slightly behind her hands.ย
โToo kind to me, sweetheart,โ he lowered himself, breathing her in. He kissed her thigh, feeling her twitch. โYou shouldnโt haveโฆโ his breath ghosted between her legs, and she shuddered, anticipation building. He placed a few more open-mouthed kisses inside her thighs, feeling her arch into him, growing desperate. He took pity.ย
Gripping her soft thighs in his hands, he licked one long stripe up her slit, gathering her wetness onto his tongue. She gasped, tightening her legs. He forced them open, holding them up. โBe good, princess, or I wonโt be good to you.โ he admonished, kissing her thigh.ย
She shuddered. โShit, yes, sorry yes, please, Iโll be good, please,โ she breathed, trying to wiggle closer to his mouth.ย
โGood girl,โ he praised, flattening his tongue against her clit, lapping at it softly. She cursed, her hands fisting the bedding. He laved up her slit, once, twice, three times, before closing his lips around her bud, lightly sucking it in and swirling his tongue around it.ย
โFuck, Arthur,โ she gasped, and he groaned against her, working his tongue inside of her, circling the entrance before pushing in, lapping up at her walls. He smoothed his hand up her thigh, reaching her clit with the rough pad of his thumb. He pressed gentle circles into it, his tongue spreading into her. She hissed, bucking into his ministrations.ย
He pulled away, sliding his thumb down from her clit to her entrance, gently working his way inside.ย
โArthurโฆโ she whined.ย
โYeah?โ He teased, mimicking her tone, pushing his thick thumb further inside of her.ย
She moaned, pushing herself onto him. โArthur, please, I need more,โ she breathed, meeting his gaze. โI needย youย .โย
He felt himself throb against his already-strained pants. He cursed under his breath, moving to unbuckle his pants. In his tunnel vision, he didnโt see her move from her position on the bed.ย
Her hand came to rest over where his struggled with the buckle. โLet me, baby.โ she cooed, moving his hands away. He blinked, letting her move him, watching her smaller hands undo his belt, working his pants down, taking himโฆย oh. She took him out, palming his length. Shit, it looked bigger in her hand. Or maybe he hadnโt been this worked up in awhile. She ghosted her hand up and down, barely fluttering her thumb over the tip. His breath hitched, trying not to buck up into her hand, and failing, miserably.ย
She grinned, looking up at him through her lashes. He reached out, stroking her cheek with his hand. โHey, girl.โ he breathed shakily, her hand jerking up suddenly.ย
She giggled. โHey, yourself, handsome.โย
He flushed, suddenly embarrassed to be on the other end. He looked away, only for a moment, before feeling a warm wetness engulf him. He gasped, whipping back to look down at her, half of his length having disappeared into her mouth. โShit, darlinโ,โ he cursed, his accent dragging at the words. He bucked up into her lips, smoothing his thumb across her cheek.ย
She hummed, the sound sending vibrations into him. โGod, sweetheart, youโre beinโ so fuckinโ good to me right now,โ he hissed, his hand reaching underneath to cup her jaw, squeezing it and guiding himself further in.ย
She opened her mouth wider to take him. โChrist, youโre perfect,โ he groaned, feeling her tongue slide up, her hand taking what her mouth couldnโt.ย
She pulled off of him, kissing his tip, pumping her hand over the slick she had left. His breath shuddered. She smiled up at him. โYou want more?โย
โGod, yes.โ he pushed her back onto the bed, muscling her onto her stomach, ass in the air. She squeaked in surprise, and he palmed her ass, squeezing it open to get a better look. God, she was practically dripping for him. He bit his lip, groaning. He rubbed himself up her slit, gathering the wetness there, rubbing it onto himself. โAll this for me, darlinโ?โ he whispered, squeezing her hip.ย
She wiggled herself back, trying to take him in. โFuck, Arthur, it is, please, just fuck me already,โ she whined, his tip sliding just past where she wanted him.ย
โIf the lady insists,โ he teased, aligning himself with her, before softly, gently, pushing into her.ย
She turned her face into the mattress, moaning, grabbing at the covers. โย Jesus,ย Arthur.โ she groaned, her words muffled.ย
He pressed in further. Halfway. โCanโt hear you, doll.โ It was taking everything in him to go so slowly.ย
She turned her head to the side, pushing back to take more of him in. He hissed, his hands twitching on her ass, squeezing her.ย
He let out a breath, finally fully seated. He didnโt want to hurt her, he couldnโt. He gyrated against her, desperate for some kind of friction. A whine built in his throat. โCan-โย
Before he could ask, she forcefully pushed back into him, and he cursed, abandoning all hesitation and fucking into her. She cried out his name, arching against him. She was so tight and hot around him, her ass bouncing back against him with every thrust. It was all he could do to keep himself standing, his vision focused solely on where their bodies met.ย
โAr-thur,โ she gasped, her breath shuddering, โGod,ย God,ย youโre so big Arthur, Jesus Christ,โ she moaned, her words starting to devolve into sounds with no meaning.ย
He kept himself rooted deep within her, barely pulling out before slamming back in again, and again, and again. Her hands grasped for purchase anywhere, everywhere, on the bed, moaning noises that almost sounded like his name, pushing back into him with every thrust.ย
Shit.ย Shit.ย He screwed his eyes shut. He wasnโt sure he could last much longer.ย
โMiss,โ he breathed her name. โI, shit, I-โ he grabbed her thighs, his fingers bruising in their pressure, forcing her back into him.ย
She whined at the pressure, growing limper.ย
โFuck! Fuck,โ he yanked himself from her, grabbing at himself and finishing on her back.ย
She had collapsed into the bed, giving a small satisfied moan. He breathed heavily, immediately grabbing a towel from the closet and cleaning her off. โS-Sorry, Miss.โ he caught his breath, โShouldโve grabbed the towel before doinโ that on you.โ He discarded the towel, placing a small kiss on her back, then immediately wondering if that was too much.
โWhat?โ she said, muffled a bit by the covers. She turned, pushing herself up to sit and look at him. She frowned, reaching out and cupping his cheek. โYouโve got nothinโ to apologize for, cowboy.โ Her frown twisted to a smile, โI oughta be thankinโ you for such a nice time.โ she teased, pinching his cheek.
He suddenly grew bashful, rubbing the back of his neck. โI donโ know about all that, but I definitely am thankinโ you.โ Her face was flushed, her eyes bright, her lips slightly swollenโฆ he had so many things to remember for his journal. โBest dream Iโve had in awhile,โ he mumbled, moving to get under the covers.ย
She joined him. โDream?โ she laughed, โYou still drunk enough to think youโre dreaminโ?โ
He shrugged, opening his arms. She shifted into them, laying her head on his chest. โCould be stone cold sober and still think this was a dream.โ He pecked her head. โIโll miss you in the morninโ, girl.โย
She snorted, but snuggled into him anyway.
โ โโ โโ โ โ
Arthur groaned, the light only hitting his closed eyes, but giving him a headache all the same. His back didnโt hold the ache it usually did, though, laying on this terrible cot. It was the small victories, he guessed.
He thought back to his dream last night, and sighed wistfully. What he would give to have that right now, his cock painfully hard this morning. He forced himself to sit up, rubbing at his eyes.ย
A hand reached across his stomach, ghosting against his length. He jumped, looking over to his side. โWell, good morning to you, too.โ she yawned, lightly playing with him, a teasing look in her eye.ย
He blinked. He squinted.
He rubbed his eyes again.
โHoly shit.โ
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Bonus
The woman placed the guitar against the wall, happily engaged in conversation with some of the patrons closest to her stage. โExcuse me,โ Charles butted in, stealing her attention from them.ย
She turned to him, confused, but polite. โYes, sir?โ
He smiled kindly. โIโm sorry, Miss, but could you do me a favor?โ
โDepends on the favor, donโt it?โ she laughed.
He nodded in understanding, and pointed to Arthur, hunched over the bar. โDo you see that miserable man over there?โ She looked, and stiffened in recognition. โHe has been coming to this saloon every Thursday night, just for you.โ he turned to her.ย
A blush painted her cheeks. โYouโre kiddinโ.โ she laced her fingers together nervously. โHeโs never said anything to me.โ
Charles shook his head. โMy friendโhe is shy with women.โ he leaned in conspiratorially, โEspecially women he likes.โ The womanโs blush deepened, her gaze darting over to Arthur. He straightened up. โAll I ask is that you talk to him. Iโm afraid my friends and I have ruined his Thursday, and Iโm sure that would cheer him up.โ
She looked up at him, her eyes dancing. He could tell why Arthur was so taken with her. โHe sounds sweet,โ she spoke softly. โI would love to.โย
He thanked her, watching her make true on her word and walk over to Arthur. Charles noted his reddened ears and fumbling fingers and smiled. Hopefully, this would make up for it.
Characters: Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch Van Der Linde, Charles Smith, Javier Escuella, Sean MacGuire, Lenny Summers, Kieran Duffy, Micah Bell, Eagle flies
Arthur Morgan
Bites your lip while you kiss. Heโll suck on it but he thinks biting it is even more attractive.
Has a biiig thing for eye contact. He keeps his eyes on you the whole time but if you look at him it sends him
He tries not to be too rough but heโs caught himself a few times applying too much force into shifting positions or grabbing the back of your thighs
Occasionally teases you but itโs mostly full of praise. Like โlook at youโ with a slight chuckle.
John Marston
Has once broken his cot and didnโt stop. It boosted the fuck out of his ego
Does not shut up. Itโs physically impossible for him to stay silent and not make a sound.
Sometimes when heโs a little drunk and needy heโll stand behind you and slowly grind himself into you
If you rub his thighs or his arms he gets turned on. He acts like youโre practically throwing yourself onto him and heโs holding himself back if you just squeeze his bicep.
Dutch Van Der Linde
He likes to lead you into intimacy. Like helping you change or helping you unwind knowing heโs a lil heated
Likes to be the mastermind of the situation. He asked you to put on that outfit because he knew heโd be taking it off
Likes to take his time to admire you no matter how flustered you get. He runs his cold rings along your stomach and smirks
Coaxes you into things by kissing your ankles or neck while he leads you into positions.
Charles Smith
If you have your period I think heโd be great at it. Like heโd know exactly what to do.
Cannot set a constant pace to save his life. He can start slow and steady but if he finishing like that? Absolutely not
He isnโt used to someone taking care of him but when you do? Heโs barely able to stay still. Heโs forcing his hips from bucking and heโs biting his bottom lip.
He likes of you hold his hair back while he goes down on you. He fuels something within him.
Javier Escuella
Always presses his face into your neck
Ik we say John is whiny and shit but Javier?! I bet heโd throw his head back and let out a breathy whine
Sometimes he โedgesโ himself by pulling out or stops moving his hips so he doesnโt finish and can last longer
Stays quiet sometimes but just grunts and mumbles into your ear
Sean MacGuire
Doesnโt even bother to get either of you completely undressed. He complains when it gets in his way but he finds it a bit attractive.
Heโd get off humping your leg if you wanted. Heโs so bad itโs nearly pathetic (in a hot way)
Horrendous at pillow talk or aftercare. But he tries. He usually comes down by like chuckling softly and being like โyer legs were over my shouldersโ
Loses his mind is you tease him. Grab his thigh, accident caress his bulge? Heโs about to break into tears if you keep it up.
Lenny Summers
He likes to hold your hand in missionary. Heโll grip onto it and sometimes heโll accidentally pin your hands above your head because he wants to hold both of your hands
Heโs into feedback when he goes down on you. Heโs not the most experienced but he knows how to follow directions.
He gets dizzy and flustered from kisses so he likes when you cover him in kisses. He wonโt complain if youโre wearing lipstick either
Holds the back of your head for nearly anything. While youโre going down on him, while heโs fucking you, while your kissing?
Kieran Duffy
Likes being behind you to hold you close and grab onto your chest and stomach. He gets so needy with it.
He gets embarrassed if you see his face so he tries to keep it hidden like he hides it in your hair, his arm, etc
Will knead your thighs if heโs between them. Heโs grippin onto those bad boys like his life depends on it.
If youโre between his legs heโs bucking up into you and holding your head. He feels bad about it but he canโt help himself.
Micah Bell
He thinks messy sex that kinda makes you feel embarrassed afterwards is the best kind
Likes when your surprised by his actions. Like heโll slap you and then kiss you and watch your confused and flustered reaction
Ruins clothes and heโs proud about it. He asks you to wear your favorite blouse just to rip all the buttons off
Loves to choke you. He thinks you look pretty with your face all red knowing that youโre letting him do this to you
Eagle Flies
He likes marks. Hickeys on either one of you, scratches, etc. he gets a rise seeing a mark he left the day before or he feels a little cocky when someone mentions the scratches on his back.
He pants and groans at anything when heโs in the mood. He physically canโt hold back. Run your fingers through his hair or gently touch his waist.
His hair down in missionary. Thatโs it.
He confident enough to beg. Like if you want him to be more desperate he is desperate. Heโll get on his knees and follow you to the bed.
Crossroad Blues | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader
Warnings: canon gore, canon violence, imposter syndrome, discussing grief and parental death
Word Count: 4935
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You sighed heavily as you pulled up a photo of Deanโs mugshot from the St. Louis Police Department. โWell, youโve got a warrant out in St. Louis, and now, you're officially in the fedsโ database.โ
Dean grinned at you across the diner table. โDude, I'm like Dillinger or something.โ
โDean, itโs not funny,โ you scolded. โWeโre fucked if weโre not careful.โ
โWell, what do they got on you two?โ Dean looked between you and Sam.
Sam muttered, โI'm sure they just haven't posted it yet.โ
โNo accessory? Nothing?โ Dean chuckled.
โShut up,โ Sam grumbled.
The older brother laughed. โYou're jealous.โ
โWhy the fuck would he be jealous, Dean?โ you hissed.
Dean seemed caught off-guard. โWhoa, sweetheart, relaxโโ
โNo, this is serious, man,โ you replied, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves. โDee, I was completely off the grid before I met you. Now, we all got arrestedโ thankfully, Dianaโs getting our mugshots and prints wiped from Baltimoreโ but Iโm undocumented! My mom told me she gave birth to me in a motel room. This was after my parents had already been โmissingโ for years. My brother and I have no birth certificates, I donโt have social security, I donโt have insurance, I donโt have a real driverโs licenseโ they can book me for that reason alone. Iโm fucked. You didnโt kill anyone. They actually have legitimate reason to book me.โ
Deanโs plucky attitude dropped, and he turned around, slightly angry. โLook, Iโm sorry, I didnโt ask for any of this. I didnโt exactly plan on getting arrested. And Iโm sorry it screwed you over, okay? Chill out.โ
You glared at him. โ โChill outโ?โ You chuckled coldly. โ โChill out,โ he says. I wouldnโt be as angry if you werenโt making stupid jokes.โ
โOkay, okay, Iโll stop, okay? Jeez.โ
Sam huffed. โOkay!โ He slid papers between you and Dean who were scowling at each other. โArchitect Sean Boyden plummeted to his death from the roof of his home, a condominium he designed.โ
Dean looked away from you and down at the paper, but you kept your eyes trained on him. โHmm. Build a high-rise and jump off the top of it. That's classy. When did he call animal control?โ Dean questioned.
โTwo days earlier,โ answered Sam.
โDid he actually say Black Dog?โ
โYeah. A vicious, wild, black dog. The authorities couldn't find it, no one else saw it; in fact, the authorities are a little confused as to how a wild dog could get past the doorman, take the elevator up and start roaming the halls of the cushiest joint in town. After that, no more calls, he doesn't show up for work, two days later he takes a swan dive.โ
โDo you think we're dealing with an actual Black Dog?โ the older brother asked.
โWell, maybe,โ Sam shrugged.
โWhat's the lore on it?โ
The brunet slid another page over to Dean. โIt's all pretty vague. I mean, there are spectral black dogs all over the world, but some say they're animal spirits, others say death omens. But anyways, whatever they are, they're big; nasty.โ
โYeah, I bet they could hump the crap outta your leg,; ook at that one, huh?โ He held up a picture and smirked at his brother.ย
Sam glared at him.
Deanโs smirk slipped. โWhat? They could.โ
Sam got up from the table and began heading out of the door. You followed Sam quickly. Dean grabbed your arm and spun you back around.
โWhat, Dean?โ you snapped.
He shrank under your glare. โLook, Iโ Iโm sorry, okay?โ
You dropped the tension in your shoulders. โYeah, me, too. I justโ I worry about you. And you guys completely turned my life upside-down when you walked into it. And everythingโs changing so fast; itโs kinda scary.โ
Dean nodded as he started walking. โI get it. If it makes you feel any better, youโre changing my life, too.โ
You looked over at him and smiled softly. He couldnโt quite meet your eyes after that admission.
***
You and the brothers interviewed the deceasedโs former business partner, and the man seemed a little bitter. Apparently, Sean Boyden was a terrible architect around ten years ago. Then, suddenly, he was in Architectural Digest. A piece of information he gave you, though, aside from his bitterness, was that Boyden used to bartend at Lloydโs before his overnight success.
Then, you went to the animal protection agency to gather information on complaints or phone calls about a Black Dog. You were the one who went in to gather intel because you werenโt willing to take the chance of Dean being recognized from the St. Louis APB. You got back in the car and explained to the brothers what youโd found out. You held up the complaints list youโd gotten from the secretary. โEvery complaint called in this week about anything big, black, and dog-like. There's nineteen calls; all from Dr. Sylvia Pearlman.โ
You headed to the womanโs home to interrogate her, only to find that the woman had disappeared two days ago.
โHi, weโre Animal Control,โ you told the woman who opened the door. โWeโre looking for Dr. Sylvia Pearlman?โ
โThe Doctorโ well, sheโ I don't know exactly when she'll be back, she left two days ago,โ she said.
โOkay, and you areโฆ?โ Sam asked.
โI'm Ms. Pearlman's maid,โ she introduced. โIโm not sure where she went. She just packed and left; she didn't say where. That stray dog: did you find it finally?โย
โOh, not yet. You know, you didn't ever happen to see the dog yourself, did you?โ Sam questioned.
She shook her head. โWell, no. I never even heard it.โ
There were pictures on the wall of a brunette woman appearing in all of the photographs who you deduced was Dr. Pearlman. A picture that caught your attention was the woman at a bar with two friends. You turned back to the maid. โHey, you know I read she was chief surgeon at the hospital. She's gotta be what, forty-two, forty-three? That's pretty young for that job.โ
โYoungest in the history of the place. She got the position... ten years ago?โ the maid thought aloud.
โHuh, an overnight success. Ten years ago,โ Sam nodded.
โYeah, we know a guy like that.โ Dean clicked his tongue.
โOh, look at this,โ you said. You flipped the photo from the wall over to show the writing on the back. โLloydโs bar.โ
***
The bar was your next stop. It was pretty much in the middle of nowhere, and you and the boys parked close to the gravel intersection.
Dean noticed something on the side of the road, and called to you and Sam, โHey,โ to get your attention.
โYeah?โ Sam questioned.
He nodded in the direction of yellow flowers growing around the edges of the crossroads. โThat's weird. Think someone planted these?โ
โMiddle of all these weeds?โ Sam questioned.
โThese are, uh, what do you call 'emโโ Dean snapped his fingers, trying to think.
โYarrow flowers,โ you noted.
โYeah,โ the older brother nodded. โUsed for certain rituals, aren't they?โ
โYeah, actually,โ Sam commented. โSummoning rituals.โ
You tsked. โSo, two people become sudden successes about ten years ago. Right around the time they were hanging out here at Lloyd's. Where there just so happens to be a crossroads.โ
โYou think?โ Sam turned to you.
โLet's find out,โ Dean said and started toward the center of the road. He bent over and looked up at you. โThis seem about the dead center to you?โ
You looked around a few moments before looking back at him and nodding.ย
Dean dug a few inches into the hard soil with his hands and hit something solid.ย
โYahtzee.โ He found an old Altoid tin and opened it to reveal several occult objects and a picture of an older man you hadnโt seen thus far on this hunt.ย
โHoly shit, thatโs graveyard dirt and a black cat bone. Thatโsโฆ crazy Hoodoo spellwork,โ you breathed out. โUsed to summon a demon.โ
โNot just summon one. Crossroads are where pacts are made. These people are actually making deals with the damn thing. You know, 'cause that always ends good,โ Dean deadpanned.
โThey're seeing dogs, alright,โ Sam added. โBut not Black Dogs, they're seeing Hellhounds. Demonic pit bulls.โ
โYou guys ever come across this stuff before? Iโve only read about it,โ you said, looking between the boys.
โNo, never,โ Dean replied. โWhoever this demon is, it's back, and it's collecting. And that doctor lady? Wherever she's running? She ain't running fast enough.โ
โSo, it's just like the Robert Johnson legend, right? I mean, selling your soul at the crossroads, kind of deal?โ questioned Sam.
โYeah, except that wasn't a legend. I mean, you know his music,โ you nodded.
Sam shrugged.
Dean looked at his brother, stunned. โYou don't know Robert Johnson's songs? Sam, there's- there's occult references all over his lyrics, I mean, 'Crossroad Blues'? 'Me and the Devil Blues'?โ
โ 'Hellhound on My Trail'?โ you added.
Sam frowned, and Dean rolled his eyes. โThe story goes, he died choking on his own blood. He was hallucinating and muttering about big, evil dogs.โ
โAnd now it's happening all over again,โ Sam said. โWe've gotta figure out if anyone else struck any bargains around here.โ
Dean groaned. โGreat. So we've gotta clean up these peoples' mess for 'em? I mean, they're not exactly squeaky clean. Nobody put a gun to their head and forced 'em to play โLet's Make A Dealโ.โ
โSo, what, we should just leave them to die?โ scoffed the younger brother.
โSomebody goes over Niagara in a barrel, you gonna jump in and try to save 'em?โ the older one deadpanned.
โDean,โ you scolded gently.
โFine,โ he murmured. โRituals like this, you've got to put your own photo into the mix, right? So this guy probably summoned this thing; let's go and see if anyone inside knows him. If he's still alive.โ
***
The manโs name turned out to be George Darrow. He was the first person to summon the demon to Lloydโs. Unfortunately for him, all he asked for was artistic talent; he had forgotten to ask for the recognition for it. His small studio apartment was littered with paintings; some half-finished and some completed. They were incredible.ย
โWas it worth it?โ you asked him.
โHell no. I'm still broke and lonely. Just now I got this pile of paintings don't nobody want. But that wasn't the worst.โ
Your heart broke a little for him.ย
โGo on,โ encouraged Sam.
โDemon didn't leave. I never counted on that,โ he muttered. โAfter our deal was done, the damn thing stayed at Lloyd's for a week. Just chattin'. Makin' more deals. I tried to warn folks, but I mean, who's goin' to listen to an old drunk?โ
โHow many others are there?โ questioned Sam.
โUh, the architect, that doctor ladyโ I kept up with them, they've been in the papers. Least they got famous,โ George scoffed. โOne more. Uh, nice guy, too. Hudson. Evan, I think. I don't know what he asked for. Don't matter now. We done for.โ
Sam shook his head. โNo. No, there's gotta be a way.โ
โYou don't get it! I don't want a way!โ George suddenly yelled. โI called that thing! I brought it on myself. I brought it on them. I'm going to hell, one way or another. All I want is to finish my last painting. Day or two, I'm done. I'm just trying to hold them off 'till then. Buy a little time." He sighed. "Okay, kids. Time you went, go help somebody that wants help.โ
You and the brothers hesitated.
โGet out! I got work to do.โ
โMr. Darrow, could Iโ?โ you started.
โWhat?! What do you want,โ he spat.
โI just wanted to know if I could buy one of your paintings,โ you said. โThat little one over there.โ You pointed to a small canvas, no bigger than a piece of printer paper. It was of a skull on a nunโs body with what looked like ectoplasm dripping from her eyes. The linework and blending of the oil paint was incredible. You were truly in love with it and had been eyeing it since you walked into the room.
โI donโt want your pity money, kid. But thanks,โ he told you.
โIโm serious, I really do want it. I donโt wanna buy it off you out of pity,โ you protested.
He considered, before nodding. โJust take it, kid.โ
โMr. Darrowโโ
He couldnโt look at you as he spoke. โTake it. Itโs payment enough that someone wants one of my paintings.โ
Your heart broke for him even more, and you hugged the painting to your chest when he handed it to you.ย
Sam paused before speaking again. โYou don't really want to die.โ
George turned back to you one last time. โI don't? I'm... I'm tired.โ
You bit the inside of your lip to keep yourself from crying as you left the man painting in his room.
You stored the painting in your bag when you returned to the Impala, and you couldnโt bring yourself to talk as you drove to the Hudsonsโ house to find the last crossroads victim.
***
You and the Winchesters rolled to a stop in front of a very nice house. You knocked on the door to reveal Evan Hudson moments later. โYes?โ he said, seeming shaken.
โYou ever been to a bar called Lloyd's? Would have been about ten years ago.โ Dean cut straight to the chase.
Evan startled and slammed the door in your faces. You heard the latch click in place.
โCome on, we're not demons!โ Dean called.
โAny other bright ideas?โ Sam deadpanned.ย
Dean stepped back, set himself, then kicked the door in in one go. Your breath hitched in your throat at the sight, and you mentally scolded yourself. โYou sick fuck, weโre on a case.โ
You followed the brothers into the home and began searching through the rooms for Evan. You found a door closed at the end of the hallway, and Dean went to kick it in again. You stopped him by catching his leg. You turned the handle and pushed the door open gently. The room was completely silent as you entered. โEvan?โ you called.
Evan jumped out from behind a bookcase, holding his hands up. โPlease! Don't hurt me.โ
Sam attempted to pacify him. โWe're not going to hurt you, alright? We're here to help you.โ
โWe know all about the genius deal you made,โ Dean gruffly said.ย
Evan looked frantically between the three of you. โWhat? How?โ
โDoesn't matter. All that matters is, we're trying to stop it,โ Sam replied.
The man flicked his eyes between you and the brothers nervously. โHow do I know you're not lying?โ
Dean clicked his tongue. โWell, you don't, but you're kinda running low on options there, buddy-boy.โ
Evan swallowed harshly and started pacing. โCan you stop it?โ
โDon't know,โ you said earnestly. โWe'll try.โ
โI donโt wanna die,โ he muttered, beginning to well up with tears.
Deanโs tone was almost mocking. โOf course, you don't, not now.โ
You gently grabbed Deanโs wrist. โDean, stop.โ
He continued, ignoring you. โWhat'd you ask for anyway, Evan? Huh? Never need Viagra? Bowl a perfect game? What?โ
โMy wife.โ
The older brother laughed coldly. โRight. Gettin' the girl. Well, that's worth a trip to hell for.โ
โDean!โ you and Sam chided, more firmly this time.
โNo. He's right, I made the deal,โ Evan sniffed. โNobody twisted my arm, thatโฆ woman, or whatever she was, at the bar? She said I could have anything I wanted. I thought she was nuts at first, butโ I don't know how toโ I was desperate.โ
โDesperate?โ Sam questioned.
โJulie was dying,โ he lamented.
Dean suddenly softened. โYou did it to save her?โ
Evan nodded. โShe had cancer, they'd stopped treatment, they were moving her into hospice, they kept sayingโฆ a matter of days. So yeah, I made the deal. And I'd do it again. I'd have died for her on the spot.โ
โDid you ever think about her in all this?โ Dean questioned.
โI did this for her,โ Evan protested.
Dean advanced on him, ripping his arm out of your hand. โYou sure about that? I think you did it for yourself. So you wouldn't have to live without her. But guess what? She's going to have to live without you now. But what if she knew how much it cost? What if she knew it cost your soul? How do you think she'd feel?โ
You put a hand on Deanโs chest and pushed him backward. โKnock it off,โ you told him, giving him a sharp look.
Sam turned to Evan. โYou just sit tight, alright? We're going to figure this out.โ
You followed Dean out into the hallway. โWhat is your deal, man? Are you okay?โ
โYeah, why wouldn't I be? Hey, I got an idea.โ He pulled out the goofer dust youโd gotten from George Darrow. โYou and Sam throw George's hoodoo at that Hellhound, keep it away from Evan as long as you can. I'm gonna go to the crossroads and summon the demon.โ
โWait, summon?! Are you nuts?!โ you protested. โIโm coming with you.โ
โNo,โ he said firmly. โYou canโt. I wonโt let you, okay? I canโt handle this properly if Iโm worried about you.โ
You looked up at him with sad eyes.
He put his hands on either side of your shoulders. โ(Y/N), I can trap it. I can exorcise it, and I can buy us time to figure out something more permanent.โ
Sam walked up behind you. โYeah, but how much time?โ
โI don't know, a while. I mean, it's not easy for those suckers to claw their way back from hell and into the sunshine,โ Dean chuckled.
โDean, you can forget it, alright?โ Sam argued. โI'm not letting you summon that demon.โ
โWhy not?โ Dean grumbled.
โBecause I don't like where your head is at right now, that's why not.โ
โWhat are you talking about?โ Dean scoffed.
โYou know, you've been on edge ever since we found that crossroads, Dean, and I think I know why,โ Sam noted.
Dean turned around. โWe don't have time for this.โย
Sam was able to stop him with a single word. โDad. You think maybe Dad made one of these deals, huh? Hell. I've been thinking it. I'm sure you've been thinking it, too.โ
Dean didnโt turn back to face you and his brother, but quietly said, โIt fits, doesn't it? I'm alive, Dad's dead. The yellow-eyed demon was involved. What if he did? What if he struck a deal? My life for his soul?โ
Evan called back from inside the room behind you. โItโs outside!โ
โJust keep him alive, okay?โ Dean instructed.ย
โDean!โ you called.
โGo!โ
You steeled yourself and turned back to the office Evan was in. You took a bag of Goofer dust from Sam and began covering the window sills and doors. Sam made a circle around Evan while you worked.
โWhat is that stuff?โ Evan asked.
โGoofer dust,โ Sam replied.
โYou serious?โ he scoffed.
โYeah. 'Fraid so. Look. Believe me, don't believe me, whatever you want. Just whatever you do, stay inside the circle, alright?โ
You looked back to see Evan nodding. He began to hug himself, standing in the middle of the circle just as you and Sam finished coating the room.
Sam shook his bag out. โThatโs the last of it.โ
You paced around the room, Bowie knife in hand, as Sam tried to comfort Evan. All you could think about was Dean with the crossroads demon, and you prayed to a god you didnโt believe in that he wouldnโt make any stupid deals.
You knew how much his dadโs death was tearing him apart. You knew that even in that moment with him after heโd just woken up next to you in the apartment back in Philadelphia, his heart wasnโt fully there. You wished you could take away that pain for him.ย
โ(Y/N), are you trying to increase your step-count or something?โ Sam asked you.
You barely registered his snarky question. โWhat?โ
โYouโre pacing. Like, a lot.โ
โThank you, Captain Obvious,โ you said.
โGod, you and Dean were made for each other.โ Sam shook his head, chuckling slightly.
You deadpanned at him. โShut up.โ
Evan whirled around at something you couldnโt hear or see.
โWhat?โ Sam asked him.
โYou hear that?โ Evan asked.ย
โHear what?โ you questioned. โWhere is it?โ
โRight outside the door,โ Evan said quietly.
Suddenly, the doors began to rattle violently. Sam stepped inside the circle of goofer dust, but you stayed outside of it, gripping your bowie knife tightly.
โJust don't move, alright?โ Sam told Evan. โStay where you are.โ
The rattling droned on for several minutes before it stopped suddenly.
โDo you still hear it?โ Sam asked.
โNo. Is it over?โ Evan breathed out.
You whipped around to the sound of rumbling from a grate nailed to the wall. You stared it down until it burst off the wall, kicking dust from the vent into the room.
โIt's here!โ Evan exclaimed.
Deep claw marks gouged into the floor up to the circle, and they stopped just before the edge. The hellhounds had apparently completely ignored you, but you tempted fate by pissing them off. You dug your bowie knife into where you thought the back of one of the creatures was.
โ(Y/N), what the fuck are you doing?!โ Sam yelled.ย
You cried out in pain as an invisible force slashed at your leg. Deep claw marks appeared on your thigh, ripping through your jeans.ย
โ(Y/N), no!โ Sam screamed.
You slashed at your leg with your knife and hit something solid.ย
โ(Y/N), get inside the circle, you maniac!โ Sam chided.
โTrying!โ you replied, pulling the knife out of the solid thing youโd hit. Nothing seemed to work on the hellhounds, though, and your knife only stalled them momentarily. You crawled, scrambling over to the circle, careful not to disrupt it as the hounds got one last lash in at your leg. You sat back against Samโs legs, holding your leg and breathing through your teeth.
โJesus, (Y/N/N), are you okay?โ Sam asked.
โSammy, do I look okay?โ you groaned, trying to keep still on the floor despite the pain in your right thigh and left calf.
He paused for a moment. โFair point.โ
The windows flew open, disrupting the Goofer dust that had been laid on the window sill and slowly beginning to blow the dust away from around you, Sam, and Evan.
โCircle's broken. Come on!โ Sam pulled you and Evan.
โSam, take him! Go!โ You threw your knife at him and stayed in the slowly breaking circle, and Sam obliged. You stayed on the ground, praying that the hellhounds would leave you alone. Thankfully, they did, and you tried to recollect the dust and build the particles up around yourself. Sam had long since sprinted out of the room with Evan in tow, and the scratches on the floor led out of the room and down the hall.ย
You sat like that for a while, crying and in pain. You knew you needed to stop the bleeding on your thigh as it was bleeding way more profusely than your calf. You took your button-down off and wrapped it around your leg tightly. You threw your head back, chest heaving, at the pressure around the wound. You pulled your sock up around your calf to try and collect the bleeding there.
You could hear rattling from down the hall, and wished you could do something more to help. Suddenly, the pounding stopped.
โSam?!โ you called.
โ(Y/N)! You okay?โ
โYeah, are you?โ
โYeah!โ
โIs it over?โย
You considered for a moment before calling back, โI donโt know! I fucking hope so!โ
You could hear Sam laughing getting louder and the sound of a door creaking. You assumed he was hesitantly checking the hallway out to see if he could make it back to you. โI think weโre good,โ he called.
โThank god,โ you breathed out. You tried to stand, only to fall back on the ground almost immediately. โFuck.โ
Sam entered the office. โShit, youโre bleeding a lotโฆ uhโโ He pulled out his phone. โDean, Dean, is it over?... Yeah, yeah, heโs fine. Itโs (Y/N) Iโm worried aboutโฆ No, no, sheโs okayโ for now, at least.โ
โHey!โ you called. โIโm fine, Sam, really.โ
โOh, yeah? Try standing up, then,โ he deadpanned at you.
You went to move but reconsidered at the throbbing in your leg.ย
โThatโs what I thought.โ He turned back to his phone. โShe tried to take on a hellhoundโฆ Yeah, yeah, okay. Justโฆ get here. As fast as you can. And bring her bag. I know sheโs got the first aid stuff in there.โ
Evan reentered the room as Sam hung up the phone. โHoly shit!โ Evan cried worriedly. โIs sheโ? Does she need a doctor? Hold on, Iโll call 911โโ
โDonโt you dare, Evan,โ you protested firmly, glare pinning him to the spot. โIโll be fine. I just need to stitch myself up, โs all.โ
***
When Dean arrived about fifteen minutes later, he was furious. โ(Y/N), what the hell were you thinking?โ He stormed into the room with your duffel bag in his hand.ย
โDean, Iโm fine. Gimme the damn bagโโ
He slammed it roughly on the ground, sitting next to you. โLet me see.โ
You hesitated but unwrapped your leg upon Dean giving you a harsh look.ย
He cursed under his breath when he saw your leg. โFuck, (Y/N)...โ
โJust let me stitch it up, Iโll be fineโโ
โNo,โ he gruffly stated. โIโve got it.โ
Sam looked between you and Dean before taking Evan out of the room to calm him down.ย
Dean began threading the needle. You sucked in air through your teeth. โTell me what happened. Howโd you stop it?โ You were asking him to distract you.
He looked up at you, still angry, but complied anyway. โI cornered the bitch and made her let him out of his deal.โย
You paused, waiting for more. โAnd?โ
He said, โAnd nothing.โ And began to work on your leg.
โDean,โ you pleaded, grabbing his wrist. โTalk to me, please. Talk me through this.โ
He seemed to soften when he saw how much pain you were in. He took a deep breath as he tried his best to stitch you up gently. โShe, um, she said my dadโs in hell. Andโฆ And he did make a deal. And she told meโโ he paused, eyes welling with tears, โShe told me she knows how torn up I am about it all. She told me she could bring him back, (Y/N/N).โ
Your breath caught in your throat, no longer focused on the needle piercing your skin. โWhat?โ
โYeah.โ
โDean, donโt tell meโโ Tears welled in your eyes.ย
โNo. Butโฆโ he paused, tying off one stitch before moving to start the other one.ย
โBut?โ you pressed.
โI sure as hell thought about it.โ
Your stomach dropped. โDonโt you fucking do that to me, Dean. Dee, look at me.โ You grabbed his face and forced him to look at you. โYou cannot fucking give up. I wonโt let you.โย
He turned his attention back to your wounds, moving to the last claw mark on your thigh.ย
โI know youโre hurting,โ you sniffed. โI know his death is killing you. It kills me to see you like this. But Iโm notโ ah!โ You cried out when one of his stitches accidentally went too deep into your thigh. He looked at you apologetically as you continued to talk. โIโm not gonna let you trade places with your dad. Youโre here for a reason. Your dad loved you enough to keep you here. And what you told Evan earlier? Have you even considered how much it would kill me if you were gone?! And Sam? Both of us would be crushed. You matter, Dean. Sam needs you.โ
โ(Y/N)โโ he tried to stop your admissions as he finished wrapping your leg.
โNo, dude. You need to hear this. I need to tell you this. I need you here, Dean. Youโre my best friend. How do you think Iโd feel if you were gone?โ
He faced you. โI canโtโ I canโt keep living like this.โ
โAnd you wonโt,โ you said. โI know itโs cheesy, but it gets better. You wonโt always dread waking up every day. You wonโt always blame yourself. Thatโs just today.โ
He shook his head. โHow do you know that?โ
You sighed. โListen, both of us blame ourselves as the reason our dads are dead. And no matter how much I tell you thatโs wrong, youโll never believe me. Same way Iโll never believe you. And it hurts. I wonโt lie to you. It fucking hurts for a while. But thenโฆ it gets better. Time andโฆ the people in your lifeโฆ make it better.โ
He stared at you with sad eyes, unsure of what to say.
โAnd I know you donโt believe me right now, butโฆ please, please, just trust me,โ you begged.
Dean continued to stare at you, not saying anything, before standing up from the floor next to you. โCโmon, we gotta get back on the road.โ
You sighed, trying to stand from the floor.
โOh, fuck, I forgot,โ he chuckled awkwardly, making you giggle. He swept you up in his arms and looked down at you with a gaze you couldnโt quite read. Dean then stared out ahead as he effortlessly carried you the rest of the way to the car.ย
Saw an tiktok, and I need YOU to write me a fanfiction about please ๐ "You've wasted my fucking time. Why are you here?" & "I don't know! Hit me if that makes you feel better!" and then Reader punches them, and the team is kinda proud. Station 19 / Carina x Maya please ๐
Sirens blared through the streets of Seattle as the Station 19 fire engine screeched around the corner. In the middle of the loud and chaotic hustle and bustle, you, the young firefighter on this team, sat with your heart pounding and a knot in your stomach. You had already been on numerous missions in the last few months, but this mission was different and more difficult than anything you had experienced before.
You were the youngest on the team, the newcomer, fresh out of the fire academy. You felt the pressure on you every time you slipped into your protective gear and made your way to the scene. But today that pressure seemed unbearable.
Sean Beckett, an actual experienced firefighter and team leader, gave the commands. His tone was harsh, but something about him was off. You saw it in his appearance, his looks and felt it in your gut that something was wrong. But what you didn't realized was that you would end up in a situation that would spiral out of control.
As you entered the burning multi-story building, you were hit with instant heat and the smoke made it hard to see. Sean gave instructions, but they sounded wrong, confusing. He repeated them several times, slurring every other word and often took routes around instead of getting to the point. You hesitated, but you couldn't stop following the instructions. You had to follow them so as not to rob the team of security and you trusted the decades of experience and authority of your team leader. But Sean Beckett hadn't told you that the floor you were in was already in danger of collapsing before the fire. Even though he had well-known beforehand.
Suddenly, part of the ceiling on the third floor collapsed and the fire spread rapidly. You ducked tot he side and were torn apart from your team. In the midst of the chaos, you also briefly lost your bearings. When your vision was clear again and the mixture of smoke and dust had cleared, you noticed a wildly waving hand fighting for your attention in the corner, calling for help.
"Captain, the ceiling collapsed and I was separated from the others. I suffered no injuries but I did spot a civilian that I am heading towards now." you said, running to save the person. But as you got closer, you realized it was too late. The man was severely trapped under a larger piece of concrete and the fire had already spread onto the walls where he was buried next to. You tried desperately to remove the mass from him but it was hopeless - you would never get the concrete block off him on your own.
You heard muffled screams behind you. Maya, Jack and Andy looked for you, but you couldn't leave, you were now trapped by the fire that had spread around you. The flames drew closer and you knew you were in danger. "Beckett, I'm stuck. The flames have trapped me, I need help."
But there was no answer. Nothing. Only silences that came to you inexplicably. "Beckett! Are you there? I need help!" you shouted desperately, looking around in panic. You tried to face your team, screaming for their names, and at that moment the dust above you trickled before the other part of the ceiling collapsed on you.
Everything went black and for a moment you thought this was the end. But then you heard your team's voices once again, this time closer and felt the slow shaking of the ground. Steps. Before hands grabbed you. You were pulled from the rubble.
As you looked around, briefly sitting down on one of the blocks to take a deep breath, you saw the worried faces of your colleagues. Andy stood there, her face marred by smoke and ash. She was limping as she pulled you up to get you back on your feet. "Are you okay?" She asked and you nodded silently, unable to speak.
A sudden wave of anger and self-doubt bubbled up inside you. Sean hadn't answered, had put you in danger, almost killed you because he didn't give instructions. And now a person lay dead in the rubble. The thoughts tormented you and grew stronger as the mission ended. You didn't know how to deal with it. But you promised yourself that you would hold Sean accountable for yourself and for everyone else on the team who was put in danger by him.
The smell of smoke and burnt materials still lingered in your hair as the team returned to the station. The operation had been disastrous and the mood was depressed. You felt especially worn out after almost losing your own life and those of others due to false commands given by Sean Beckett or his failure to respond at all.
The team gathered in the locker room to remove equipment and discuss the day's events. You sat quietly, your gaze fixed on the floor, while the others engaged in tired conversation and licked their wounds.
Finally Sean Beckett came in, his expression serious and tense. He was aware that something between him and you needed to be resolved and as he approached you, he could already feel the cold breath of anger radiating from you. "Y/n, I think we need to have a talk. In my office."
You abruptly stood up from Andy's side where you had been helping tend to her knee, your gaze locked on Sean as you confronted him in front of everyone. "Do it in front of everyone and tell them that you ignored my calls and I almost died because of it!" you spat in frustration, putting your arms under your chest before continuing. "You wasted my damn time and almost killed me. Why are you here if you can't give clear instructions?"
The words echoed in the locker room and an oppressive silence fell over the team. All eyes turned to Sean, who seemed speechless for a moment, sipping from his plastic cup before going back to proving his strength, completely off track. "I don't know! Hit me if it makes you feel better!" his voice shook and your fists clenched with emotion and pure anger.
The team froze as the situation threatened to escalate. Suddenly and unpredictably, with a look of immense frustration and determination on your face, you lunged and punched him in the face. A thud filled the cabin, followed by a moment of silence and the crack of the cup, its contents spilling all over the resilient flooring. Then there were loud shouts of surprise from the team, some hands of Maya and Warren holding parts of your body to pull you back.
Sean staggered back, surprised by the unexpected attack but also by the force of emotions that erupted from you. You hadn't held back, but had given free rein to your desperation. "And if you want to denounce me to the union about it, I will personally go there and tell them about you drinking on shift. Others may shy away from it because of the fear, but certainly not me."
As the excitement slowly died down and Sean pulled away without further words, Sullivan squeezed past you while Victoria still held you close, afraid that you would walk after him and smack him again, and inspected the liquid on the floor more accurate.
His fingers dipped into the brown liquid before he put them to his nose, his facial expression contorting sharply. "Whiskey. How did you know?" He asked you immediately, his gaze serious while pride nestled in his eyes. "His statements were unclear. Shy of light. Pale skin. Shaking while driving. Not to mention the stench that emanated from him just as he spoke to me."
The team realized you didn't need a protective cover and could fight your own battles. Andy had hugged you tightly from behind and spoke with a quiet smile. "You have shown that you are not only the youngest, but also one of the bravest and strongest here. We are proud of you."
You were celebrated for your authenticity and strength while feeling exhausted and relieved by the support of the team. The incident had changed something - not only in the relationship between you and your captain, but also in your self-confidence and your position within the team. You were no longer a newcomer, but a full member.