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Title: You’re Mine | Word Count: 4466 | Pairing: Arthur Morgan x male reader

Tags: alcohol cw, work in progress | Rating: Explicit (18+)!!!

Summary: You’re hanging around the saloon, waiting for someone to finally pop your cherry, when you suddenly run into a lot more cowboy than you can handle.

Part: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11 - coming asap]

You crouch in the high grass, looking for signs of the dear you’ve been stalking. It’s nowhere to be seen, but the grass behind you rustles, letting you know that something bigger and heavier is coming your way.

“Hey,” a soft voice says behind you.

There must be a good reason why Charles is coming over to you, risking startling the animals you’re trying to hunt.

“What is it?” you ask as you turn around.

“There’s a wagon coming along the road. If they keep going, they’ll end up right in camp.”

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Title: You’re Mine | Word Count: 3838 | Pairing: Arthur Morgan x male reader

Tags: angst, work in progress | Rating: Explicit (18+)!!!

Summary: You’re hanging around the saloon, waiting for someone to finally pop your cherry, when you suddenly run into a lot more cowboy than you can handle.

Part: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10 - coming soon]

You wander through the camp, not sure where you’re even going. You might have ended up in the woods if you didn’t almost crash into Hosea. He holds on to your shoulder to keep you from falling over, a lot more strength hidden in him than you might have guessed. 

“Careful,” he says with a small laugh, but when he sees your face, he becomes serious. “Are you alright?”

“Thank you again for having me here,” you say, trying to keep your voice light. “I will go in the morning, make sure I don’t lead anybody here.”

“I thought you’re here to talk to Arthur?”

You swallow hard, Arthur’s harsh words ringing in your ears. “I already did, I’ve got my answer.”

“Arthur’s hurt, I don’t think he-”

“He knows what he’s saying,” you interrupt Hosea. The way Arthur reacted, you see no way he could change his mind, and the last thing you need is false hope.

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Good Cop/Bad Cop /// Hawks/Bakugou x Male reader (18+)

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Rating: Explicit

Summary: Being a vigilante came with the inherent risk of being caught one day so you are not surprised when you find yourself being shoved into an interrogation room. Your lips were sealed, nothing would be able to get you to betray your friends, or so you thought.

Word count: 10.3k

Warnings/tags: Power Imbalance, Explicit sexual content, Implied public sex, Double penetration, Oral sex, Inexperienced Bakugou, He/Him pronouns, anal sex, All characters are adults, SMUT 18+ Only

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Life sucked. 

Well, you should rephrase that, your life sucked. Of all the stupid things you had done in your life, letting yourself get captured while your friends escaped has to be in the top ten. Being bound to a chair in an interrogation room was just the icing on the cake.

You wiggle your arms tied behind your back to keep them from falling asleep, but they were already halfway numb. The small interrogation room the police left you in had one door and a two-way mirror built into the wall in front of you. The solid metal table in front of you along with another two chairs was the only furniture in the room. 

The steel door beside you swung open allowing a tall dog man to slide into the room. His face blank as he pulled out the chair nearest to the door to sit. He dropped a thick yellow folder and licked his finger before lifting it open. 

“Well, I have to say when the heroes said they brought in a vigilante for questioning I was expecting someone much more impressive than you.” He said, not bothering to look up from the papers in front of him. “A quirkless nobody who allowed themselves to be captured to save their friends, nothing special about you." 

What an ass, you thought to yourself. He was the third person to try and interrogate you on the whereabouts of your friends, but your lips were sealed. They were all depending on you to keep them safe, you would be damned if you would let these cocky adrenaline junkies find them. 

"I see you have already read your rights, so by now you know we can hold you here as long as we need,” The man said sternly. “Though if I’m being honest, I would rather not go that route." 

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Imposter /// Shigaraki x Male Reader (18+)

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Paring: Imposter Doctor! Shigaraki / Male Nurse Reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: When you finish your shift at the villain’s hospital all you want to do is leave, but when you discover the new doctor is trapped in the max security ward, you swallow down your fear and go to rescue them. You soon learn no good deed goes unpunished.

Word count: 7k+

Warnings/tags: Forced consent/dubcon! choking, mild asphyxiation, overstimulation, begging, degradation, threat of death, forced orgasms, mind break, mild voyeurism, He/Him pronouns, All characters are adults,18+ Only

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“Room ten keeps messing with his heart monitor so that someone has to come in and fix it, so be on the lookout for that. Also, the guard in his room is completely useless so try to keep your distance, just because the patient doesn’t have any arms doesn’t mean he is not going to try something,” you relay to Linda the oncoming morning nurse.

“God it’s too early for this shit,” Linda groaned before taking another large gulp of cafeteria coffee.

You let out a small laugh, “Don’t worry you only have another twelve hours to go.”

Linda still chugging her coffee raises her middle finger high and proud.

“Aw, don’t be like that Linda. Just think, today you get to meet the new resident. I hear he is fresh out of med school and ready to, wait for it, take charge,” you make air quotes with your fingers.

Linda choked on her coffee. Leaning forward you gently hit her on the back as she coughs out the offending beverage from her windpipe.

“You have got the be fucking with me,” she croaks out after a few coughs. “I thought new grads were not going to be here for at least another week.”

You shake your head still rubbing her back, “I heard that this one interned here so the higher-ups let him skip orientation week. It is weird though; I have never seen him around before. They must not have let him work in critical care. I asked the nurses in the med bay and they said he was cute but a little ditzy so try to take it easy on him.”

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Even Though it Hurts

Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Remus Lupin & Son!Reader Summary: You have a will power than no other. Word Count: 2,032 Request: “ Hi, I love your writing so much. Can you do dad!Remus Lupin x son!reader, where the reader is in secret relationship with Seamus and Remus find out? Just some super angsty story, cuz I live for angst (I knew Remus will be supporting parent). Thank you✨” A/n: Okay, I tried my best to make it angsty. WARNING: homophobia, homophobic slur, anxiety 

It’s not like you wanted your dad to know. 

You didn’t really know what was going through your mind, really, because you know your old man. Your dad was a loving father, he supported you in anything you had interested in. If you were into potions, he would try and get to a little chemistry set - muggle kind that wouldn’t end up exploding the house. If you were into muggle history, he would take you to the museums wherever you lived at that moment. 

If you were interested in quidditch, he would give you books about the history of quidditch and the rule book. He even tried to get to a broom with his own money, but he had to dip into your mother’s money (which was reserved for you and anything you wanted, it was open to Remus as well because before she died she really loved Remus.) 

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I'm glad you opened requests again! Your writing is 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻I've been thirsty af for a fic where M!Reader and Arthur are fucking and Arthur manages to make the reader cum without even touching his dick, just pure prostate stimulation (preferably with his dick but fingers are good too). Obviously no pressure to actually write it tho!

Thank you for turning this into a tip request. It was a pleasure to write 😄

In The Deep

Pairing: Arthur x m!reader | Words: 2630 | Rating: Explicit (18+)

You sink deeper into the water, feeling like you're floating on clouds. Since you're used to washing in cold streams or lakes, a hot bath is easily the highlight of your month. That, and your company.

Arthur comes over and puts a towel down on the chair next to the tub. "Let me guess, you'll never come out of there."

"If you keep bringing me hot water when it runs cold."

"Oh no," Arthur says, laughing, "that was a one time deal because you looked miserable. I ain't your maid."

Arthur says so, but you're still wondering why he drew you a bath in the first place. You came here to rob a stagecoach or a train, but Arthur found this homestead instead. It belongs to a wealthy family that likes to stay in the city over the winter.

You could have just robbed it and moved on, but it's well off the grid, and you've been on the road for days. Arthur said you should take the opportunity to relax a little, and now that you're soaking in the water, you have to thank him.

"Sure you don't want in on this?" you say, feeling a little guilty that Arthur went to all this trouble for you.

"Maybe tomorrow; I'm good for now."

Arthur's leaning back on the chair, lighting a cigarette, and you can't help but watch him. You've been doing that ever since you joined the gang. There's just something about Arthur that draws you in.

You've seen him beat and kill people, knowing full well that he's by definition not a good man, and although you're usually suspicious about pretty much everybody, you trusted him from the start. Not that he ever tried to get you there. In fact, you've rarely seen someone who tried so hard not to be loved. You fell for him anyway. 

It all started with little things like a lingering touch while passing a gun or Arthur always picking you to bring along on hunts and jobs. That led to whispered conversations while stalking your prey and sharing a tent during cold nights.

You remember the day at the lake like it was yesterday. Arthur helped you bring in this ridiculously big fish, both of you overjoyed. You've rarely seen Arthur this light-hearted before and couldn't help but kiss him. You sat with him by the fire deep into the night before you cuddled up for warmth. And then…

"What are you thinking about?" Arthur asks, leaning over to look into the tub.

The mere memory of being with Arthur gave you a sizable boner, and you take a deep breath. "You told me to relax, remember?"

"That I did," Arthur says, putting out his cigarette.

He comes over and puts his hands on your shoulders, running them up and in your hair. Then he gets some soap and takes his time to wash you from head to toe. You wish you could tell him to stop, but you've never been pampered like this before. You only get out of the tub when the water finally runs cold, and Arthur helps to get you dry.

"Sure you're not my maid?" you tease.

Arthur only rolls his eyes before putting a quick kiss on your lips. "Come on, you haven't seen the best part."

He leads you into the next room, and you can't quite believe your eyes. The bed is enormous compared to what you're used to, with more pillows and blankets than anybody could ever need.

"Some people live like this all the time," you say with wonder.

"And today, we do as well," Arthur says with a shrug. "Help me out of these clothes."

You're all too happy about that command and open the buttons on Arthur's shirt. He peels himself out of it while you move on to his pants and then the union suit. There aren't many things that you like as much as undressing Arthur. 

Somehow you feel closer then, being the one trusted enough to see Arthur vulnerable. As much as you love him with hat, spurs, and guns, just Arthur is everything to you. 

He's still very much in control, but out of choice rather than appearing so in front of others. You learned early on that Arthur is anything but a dumb brute who only knows force.

The second Arthur's naked, he draws you in for a kiss, but before you can cling to him like a second skin, he leads you to the bed.

"Let's get you in there," he says, and you crawl on top of the sheets.

"Jesus, that's soft," you say, making Arthur chuckle.

He comes after you and moves you around, so you lie flat on the bed. You stretch out your arms and legs, enjoying the space and how you sink a little into the fresh bedding under you.

Arthur crawls over you, kissing you. All of this seems too good to be true, making you think about the alternative. You could be fleeing from the law right now or sit in jail after a robbery gone wrong. 

"Arthur?" you ask, a sudden thought creeping up on you.

"Hm?" Arthur hums while he nibbles on your neck.

"There was no train or stagecoach, was there?"

Arthur answers by kissing along your collarbone and down to your chest. It gets harder to concentrate, but you want to get to the bottom of this.

Did you know about this place before we got here?"

"Maybe," Arthur says, peppering your stomach with kisses.

"Why did you bring me here?" you ask, and finally Arthur looks at you, a grin on his face.

"Pretty sure you know."

Heat rushes to your ears before a shiver runs down your spine. You always enjoy being with Arthur, but it means so much more that he planned this.

"What's Dutch going to do to us when he finds out that we didn't rob anything?" you ask.

"Don't worry about that," Arthur says. He moves back up along your body, placing soft kisses here and there until his face is hovering over yours. "Worry about what I'm going to do to you."

Arthur looks serious, and although you know that he'll never push you farther than you can handle, your heart pumps faster. You lift your head, coaxing Arthur into kissing you. It's soft and slow at first, but you can feel Arthur between your legs, so you roll your hips, rutting against him.

"Something you want?" Arthur asks, and you answer by pressing yourself against him.

"Pretty sure you know," you say, making Arthur grin.

He gives you a quick kiss before diving to the end of the bed, and when he comes back, he's holding a small bottle. "Let's get you nice and ready for me."

A tingling feeling takes hold of your whole body, and you wonder if you'll ever be with Arthur without it happening. For now, you let it wash over you and spread your legs, showing Arthur that you're more than willing to get ready.

Arthur takes his time, using a lot of oil that he rubs around your hole before carefully pushing his finger in. You'd be okay with him being more forward, but Arthur seems to be in a certain mood today. 

After taking care of you in the bath, he goes deliberately slow now, pushing his finger in in slow motion, always giving you time to adjust. By the time he actually moves his finger in and out, you're ready to beg for more.

"How does this feel?" Arthur asks, and you sigh.

"Great."

"Good," Arthur says, moving his finger again, and for a moment, it feels weird, like he's looking for something.

A jolt runs through your body when Arthur hits a particular spot, and you suck in the air through your teeth. Arthur puts his other hand on your stomach, rubbing in a circle. "Just relax."

"I'm trying," you say, but the sensation is strange. "It feels like I have to pee."

"That's normal, don't worry about it."

"Normal?" you ask, realizing that Arthur planned this as well. "What are you up to?"

"You trust me, right?" Arthur asks, his voice serious.

"Of course."

"Then let me take care of you. Just breathe and relax. I promise you'll enjoy it," Arthur says, before adding with a chuckle, "you're not going to pee. Don't worry about that."

You take a few shaky breaths before there's a regular rhythm to it again, and like Arthur said, you try your best to unclench your muscles.

The way Arthur strokes this one spot inside of you still feels weird, but when you breathe deeper and begin to trust that you won't pee yourself, the touch becomes more and more pleasurable. 

It's similar to having your dick pumped but also so different. The arousal seems to pool deeper inside of you but still has you standing rock hard. 

"See? You're doing just fine," Arthur says, and his voice makes it even easier for you to just let it happen. 

Arthur moves his other hand now, running it up to your chest and neck, caressing your thighs and teasing your nipples with soft touches that rile you up just enough, so you roll your hips. 

Meanwhile, Arthur doesn't stop stroking you, and you can't help looking down. Your cock is leaking way more than your usual precome, and a jolt of anxiety rushes through you.

Arthur must notice since he catches your eye and stops his movements for a moment. "Hey, look at me. It's alright, that's normal, too."

"Sorry," you say, reminding yourself that Arthur would never hurt you.

"Don't worry," Arthur says, going back to teasing you, "you're alright."

He leans in to pepper you with soft kisses wherever he can reach but leaving out your dick. Instead, he keeps up the pressure inside of you.

Once you stop thinking so much about it and focus on Arthur's touches instead, your whole body seems to grow warm from the inside, with your cock twitching in excitement. You roll your hips, your body sinking in the bedding as if you want to melt, and your breathing grows even slower. 

"Now, that's a good boy," Arthur says, his voice like a gentle caress. "You're doing so good."

Just listening to him always adds to your pleasure, and as you welcome the way he teases you more and more, your arousal grows. You're warm and relaxed, but your dick begs to be touched, and you can't hold in quiet moans when Arthur's finger hits you just right. 

"I need more," you say while Arthur touches every inch of your body except your dick.

"More?" Arthur asks, and you know that he wants you to actually spell it out.

"I want you inside of me."

Arthur gets the oil again, using more on you and his cock before crawling over you. You can't hide your excitement, but again, Arthur doesn't quite give you what you want.

He teases you with the tip of his cock, rubbing with enough pressure to drive you crazy but never pushing in. 

"Please, Arthur," you whine, "I need it so bad."

"Tell me," Arthur says, his voice deep and unyielding. 

"I want you to fill me up and make me lose my mind. I'll do anything. Please."

Finally, Arthur pushes into you, but just like he did with his finger, he stretches you open with his cock as slowly as he possibly can, even holding still once in a while.

The treatment makes you grab the sheets under you, and you buck your hips. "God, I beg you, Arthur. Please, please more."

"Someone's needy," Arthur chuckles, and you run your fingers over his chest, your nails digging into the skin.

"Please," you say again, the word coming from deep within, and Arthur must hear it in your voice.

He pushes as deep as he can go, filling you up. You sigh, a little bit of the build-up pressure leaving your body. Then Arthur kisses you again, his body lined up so perfectly with yours that you feel completely at ease. Arthur's weight on you, his scent, his lips on yours, it's home for you now.

Arthur rolls his hips, hot and heavy inside of you, and with his body trapping your dick between the two of you, you're right back to being on edge. You'd be happy to keep going like this, now that you're on familiar ground, but Arthur has other plans.

After a long kiss, he gets in a kneeling position, lifting your legs up over his shoulders. You're about to ask why but Arthur pushes into you, hitting that spot again.

"Jesus Christ," you moan, your body tensing up for a moment from the surprise.

"Relax," Arthur says, running his warm hand over your stomach. "That's all you have to do. I'll do the rest."

You take a deep breath, and like you did before, you lean into the feeling. Arthur's movements are slow and deliberate, quickly building up that hot sensation you noticed before.

When you close your eyes, Arthur pets your thigh. "That's good. Open up for me."

You're torn between looking at him and just focusing on yourself, but soon it becomes quite hard to miss what's going on. It's like Arthur is setting fire to your lower body. 

Looking at him as he holds on to your hips to thrust into you makes matters even worse. Your dick twitches like crazy, still untouched, and you're not sure how much longer you can take this.

"Arthur, please," you groan, having a hard time even catching your breath, "I need more."

"You're doing so good; just give it time."

You don't have a chance to argue, not with the way Arthur changes his rhythm. You can feel him deep inside of you, adding to the heat, and his voice becomes constant torture.

"God, I love watching you like this," Arthur says. "You're doing so good for me."

Listening to him makes you melt, and when Arthur thrusts into you with shorter bursts, something inside of you suddenly gives. It feels like a volcano erupts behind your cock, hot lava making its way up and down your body, sending heatwaves to the tips of your hair. 

"Arthur," you gasp, and he smiles.

"You're such a good boy. Let it happen. Come for me."

Every push of him drives you almost insane, your thighs shaking, and every muscle cramping in your body. Your cock pulses between your legs, and you stare in surprise at your own dick as you shoot your come onto your belly.

The relief that follows lingers just like your orgasm did, in a way that you've never experienced before. You close your eyes and just breathe, trying to burn that feeling into your memory.

Arthur slips out and lies down next to you, kissing your cheek. "You alright?"

You sigh before you turn to him to steal another kiss. "What the hell have you done to me?"

Arthur chuckles. "Why?"

"It never felt like this before," you say, caressing his chest with your fingertips. "You have to do that again."

"I think you're better off with a break," Arthur says with a smile.

You run your hand further down before you follow the same line with your lips. "You're right; let's take care of you first."

Unlike Arthur, you don't play it slowly but suck his cock into your mouth, eager to pay him back.

"Jesus Christ," Arthur curses, holding on to the sheets like you did. "Fine, you're a good boy. I'll do it again, I promise."

You hum around his cock, happy to apply what you already know, and you can't wait for Arthur to teach you more.

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Greedy Eyes

(Number Three of my kinky November ficlets)

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x gn reader | Word Count: 1022 | Rating: Explicit

Tags: voyeurism, public sex

It’s been a few months since you’ve joined the Van der Linde gang, and so far, you’ve been busy with one job in particular. Escaping one Arthur Morgan.

He’s not harassing you, but at the same time, he’s not shy to make certain advances when the opportunity presents itself. You get winks and smiles, meaningful glances and warm spoken words, feathery touches, and well-meant promises of what Arthur could do to you if you let him. 

The second you give in, you know you’re in big trouble. Arthur keeps you busy the whole night, and you’re sure you can never go back. You give yourself entirely over to Arthur, and he surely enjoys to have you at his mercy, taking you whenever he pleases. 

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Mccree/Hanzos house gets broken into and they are both nervous about their victim escaping but he's actually scared, hiding somewhere.

(Mchanzo? Mchanzo.)

The shattering of glass at the dead of night was what woke the couple from their sleep in a frenzy.

"What the hell was that," Mccree says jumping from the bed.

Hanzo quickly shushes him so that he can listen for any indication of footsteps. Sure enough there are footsteps audible downstairs.

"Hanzo, ya don't think that Y/N would be tryina escape, do ya?" Hanzo gives him an exasperated shush.

"Grab your weapon," Hanzo commands Mccree in the darkness. "We will check Y/N's room before we head downstairs." They grab their weapons and open their door into the upstairs hallway. Sure enough, the scurrying downstairs is more audible. It almost sounds like multiple people downstairs. Hanzo whispers to Mccree to stay cautious and they proceed into the room they have you in. The door is quietly unlocked and opened.

You weren't on your bed, and it threw them into a panic. They began frantically but quietly searching for you in the darkness. They didn't have to search long. Hanzo threw back your closet door and heard a squeak from the corner. His head shoots to the floor and you lie there in fetal position, too afraid to open your eyes. Hanzo's intensity softens a bit and he gestures Mccree over to you. The archer calls your name and you look up at them with fear in your eyes.

"I-I wasn't trying to e-escape," you begin. "I'm not responsible for this!"

"We know, sugarplum," Mccree says, picking you up from the floor into a sitting position. You were still shaking and scared. You were completely innocent in this predicament but you couldn't help but feel that they wouldn't see it like that.

"Y/N, I want you to stay in your room until we say it is okay," Hanzo says while running a hand through your hair. He gives you a forehead kiss and both he and Mccree are off downstairs.

There was silence for a while, then you heard loud banging and grunting downstairs followed by loud gunshots. The suspense of the following silence is what killed you.

You heard footsteps coming back upstairs and you start to panic. When the door opens you try and dash to the closet again in case the footsteps aren't that of your boyfriends. Mccree pokes his head through the door and tells you its safe. You visibly relax and he takes your hand, leading you downstairs. At the foor of the stairs is two men with gunshots in their chests and one with an arrow through the head. Hanzo currently has his foot pinning a half-conscious man with an arrow through his chest desperately trying to escape.

"I pity you," Hanzo says to the pinned man under his foot as he draws his bow at the man's eye. "Had you and your accomplices known what you were dealing with, you might've made it out alive."

"....A-alive?" was all the pinned man could say at the sight of Hanzo's bow in his face

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So here’s an idea: what about Mcree with a s/o who’s a scrawny short boy and a past scientist for blackwatch; but was scarred by the fall and now only spending their time hidden away to only communicate through drones or online?

You weren't necessarily strong enough to complete basic training, but you were skilled enough with technology for Gabe to want you around.

You became a lead scientist for Blackwatch, and you began spending more and more time with Mccree

He'd often tease you about your build or height, but never in a hurtful way.

Mostly because he had his eyes on you

Had it not been for the fall, he probably would have asked you to be his boyfriend, and you might've accepted, but there was a drastic change of plans

You weren't exactly disfigured by the explosion at the base, but you saw it that way. Two thirds of your face had burn marks and shrapnel scars on it

You became a shut in, never leaving your home in fear of the eyes stopping to gawk and stare at you

You built drones to shop for your groceries and communicate for you.

One day, one of your drones was shot down. You were worried, but you had backups. No biggie

When you sent other drones out, they'd all be shot down as well. You became paranoid

When you hear the knock on your door your heart sank. You look through the peephole and see none other than Mccree

You slowly open the door, careful to obscure your face. Mccree is ecstatic to see you again. He explains that he was now an outlaw and thought your drones were searching for him

Mccree also notices how dark your home is and how you're strangely avoiding eye contact with him. He turns your lights on and slowly turns your head to look at him.

Not a gasp, not a yelp, his face didn't seem to wince in the slightest.

"Is this why ya kept all the light off?" You nod sheepishly

He pulls you in for a tight hug and kisses your forehead. "You ain't ever gonna stop bein' the cutest thing ta ever grace this earth"

If you're still upset after that exclamation, he'll tell you how he got his metal arm, and how most of overwatch had been scarred physically and mentally. He tells you that the best of the best will bounce back. It helps

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Mccree stays in the area with you and helps you regain your confidence. You slowly start seeing yourself as a good looking man again. Those who say otherwise will have a good, long talk with Mccree's metal fist

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Okay, it’s my annoying ass again, the Filipino business associate ✌🏼 I had a not as long or as violent idea. Captive is allowed to bathe so long as the door stays open and while getting dressed, Hanzo sees that they have a tattoo of a Bakunawa (Filipino dragon, the moon eater and dragon of the underworld) on his opposite side of where Hanzo’s own is and he never saw it until now. Captive catches him and is just like ‘what the hell are you staring at? Knock it off’. How does this play out? 🖤

"The bathroom doesn't have a door," you nervously exclaim to Hanzo, who is leading you towards said room. "How do you expect me to bathe in private within a doorless bathroom?"

"I don't," Hanzo's terse answer seemed almost cruel to hear at that moment. "Whenever you are not bathing with me, I will observe your every move."

To say you were anything other than scared at this point would be a great injustice. Hanzo had just abducted you from your apartment and is now showing you where you'll be bathing in his home. You never knew how much Hanzo had actually fallen for you before, and now he seems to be so obsessed to not allow you privacy in your most private moments.

"Go on," Hanzo says, giving you a small shove on your shoulder. You grimace and turn around in protest. "You must shower before you sleep."

"H-Hanzo I'm not very-" you sputter out, trying to sidestep past Hanzo when he Blocks your path with his frame. He turns you around and shoves you harder into the bathroom.

"Take your shower, " he says lowly, almost threatening. You cautiously step into the bathroom and prepare the water. You hesitate before you strip, aware of the eyes focused on you. You sigh and just begin stripping away your clothing. You couldn't even get past taking off your shirt when Hanzo haults you dead in your tracks.

"Y/N, face me, " Hanzo says in a demanding manor. Confused, you turn to see what it is he wanted, hoping you didn't anger him in any way. Hanzo just ogles your pecs with his mouth slightly open.

"...what, " you ask comfused. "What is it,"

Hanzo takes small, steady steps toward you, a gesture that makes you take a few steps backwards. Once Hanzo is in front of you, you notice what exactly caught his eye.

Hanzo's hand rises to delicately touch your tattoo. He starts to smile as his fingers trace its path, it's tail wrapped around your upper arm, it's head in the center of your right pec.

"Oh," you say lowly. "This. Its my tattoo of the moon eater, Bakunawa. I forget most people have never seen it. Sometimes I even forget i have it." Hanzo just stares at it, allowing his fingers to linger longer than what you were comfortable with. "Its not a big deal, really...so, you can stop now..."

"Nonsense, " Hanzo says as he moves his body closer to yours. "This is beautiful, Y/N. Why haven't you shown me this sooner?"

"Well, i had no intention to ever show you myself without clothing," you say irritated at the strange rough hands lingering on your body.

Hanzo stoops to your pec and gently kisses it. You instantly jolt away from him, pushing him away. Hanzo just looks at you as he straightens himself. He then begins to remove his kimono.

"I have changed my mind, Y/N," Hanzo begins as he removes his clothing.

"I will be accompanying you with your showers from now on"

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Ow my feelings

Title: You’re Mine | Word Count: 3894 | Pairing: Arthur Morgan x male reader

Tags: angst, work in progress | Rating: Explicit (18+)!!!

Summary: You’re hanging around the saloon, waiting for someone to finally pop your cherry, when you suddenly run into a lot more cowboy than you can handle.

Part: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9 - coming soon]

The day is taunting you. A warm sun caresses your skin while a slight breeze refreshes you once in a while. Birds are singing and deer jump across the road, studying you for a moment before moving on. Everything is so beautiful, but that only sours your mood. It’s been eight months since you’ve seen Arthur last. It feels a lot longer.

You reach a small town by midday and hitch your horse outside the saloon. It’s dark inside, with dust dancing in the air wherever a ray of sunshine penetrates one of the dirty windows. A group of poker players sits in a corner, not one of them taking a look when you enter. The rest of the saloon is empty except for two lonely souls on separate tables. The way they look, they drink for a reason.

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Something Worthwhile

Fandom: BBC Sherlock Pairing: Mycroft Holmes & Brother!Reader & Sherlock Holmes Summary: It’s hard being a Holmes sometimes, especially when you’re alone Word Count: 1,470 Request: Holmes brother who is having difficulties fitting in with his two smart, intelligent and brilliant brothers. He feels left out and alone and ends up isolating himself further. Somehow John is the only one who notices this but Sherlock and Mycroft dont believe him because they dont think a Holmes brother is capable of such feelings so John has to properly lecture them on feelings and stuff and then they search for reader and help him out of the slums. Sorry if this is too long A/n: Y’all be linking brotherly holmes stuff.

“I could be greater.”

John looks at you, at the doorway, watching you stretch your back, moving boxes surrounding you. You get out a groan at the sweet release of stress leaving your tense muscle, clicking parts of your body as John just stares at you.

He came to visit, check up on you, you had been awfully quiet for a while and he got worried. What he had not expected to see you packing your belonging to move houses. 

“What?” He looks at you confused as you looked at him, a smile but it wasn’t comforting.

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Title: You’re Mine | Word Count: 4190 | Pairing: Arthur Morgan x male reader

Tags: angst and smut | Rating: Explicit (18+)!!!

Summary: You’re hanging around the saloon, waiting for someone to finally pop your cherry, when you suddenly run into a lot more cowboy than you can handle.

Part: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8 - coming soon]

Over the next few days, you learn two things about John Marston. He’s both extremely resilient and annoying. Despite almost bleeding out, John is quickly back on his feet, and it takes you a while to convince him that he can’t just head out the door and go back to camp.

The sheriff came by your house once more, telling you to be careful out in the woods since the outlaws are still at large. You managed to get more information out of him, and unfortunately, the police are still looking for the bank robbers. You’re worried that they might even find the gang’s camp, but John convinces you that his people would be smart enough to clear out before that happens. 

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Match Already Made -🐍

Draco Malfoy x Male Reader 

Summary: Hermione tries to play match maker. She is so determined to see you and Harry get together she’s obvious to the fact you’re already taken. Even if you’ve kept it a secret.

Warnings: Swears, arguing, sass

Notes: I absolutely adore this holy fu ck

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“Drop it!” You slammed your book shut with aggravation, your hands running through your hair as you stared down at the cover. Your friends didn’t even flinch- well, Ron did a little but would never admit it. “There isn’t anything between me and Harry.”

“Harry and I-”

“Do not. Seriously, Hermione. He’s like my brother and this isn’t Alabama.”

“What?”

“Never mind, Ron.” You sighed. Your hands ran through your hair before gripping the logs and tugging. It was far less painful than hearing your best friend talk about how you could be exchanging saliva with your other best friend. 

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Bloody Knuckles and Sunshine -⚡

Harry Potter x Male Reader

Summary: Harry loved his ball of sunshine and will do anything, including throwing hands at a dude a head taller than him, to protect it from harm.

Warnings: Mention of the f slur, Fighting, fluffy tho, also small homophobiaaaa

Notes: I loved this, dang-it. Hufflepuff reader!

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Harry put a finger to his lips, signalling to be quiet. He smirked when he saw your friend’s eyes light up with mischief and silently agreed. He slowly inched forward, waiting until he was all but pressed against your back. He lunged forward, covering your eyes before whispering ‘guess who?’ in your ear.

He let out a laugh when you screamed successfully catching the attention of everyone in the dining hall. He pulled his hands away only to wrap them around your waist, watching how your face melted into a color to rival a strawberry. He laughed harder when you pulled your hood up to hide your blush. 

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