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. Okay I am so incredibly normal about the idea that the "pit rage" isn't a thing. just straight up. it's Jason being the victim of multiple heavy traumas and wanting to prevent others from going through that (literally Batman's origin but shhhhh somehow ppl never talk about that). I wanna see where batman asks constantine about it and he's like "yea give some therapy to the kid" GIVE THE MAN SOME AUTONOMY. like yes he beat up tim. yes he's also a murderer. and?? batman don't care that wonder woman kills. he has a philosophy but he's like a chill religion with it. he stopped dick from murder because he was 11. you can kill when u r legal that's his rule to me. that's why tim has so much angst he's perma 17. never allowed villainy. I'd secretly kill 500 people too.
#tim drake#batfam#batman#feral tim drake#incorrect batbros#tim drake wayne#incorrect batfamily quotes#batfamily headcanons#dick grayson#bruce wayne#chaotic tim drake#feral bros tim and jason#jason todd#red robin#red hood#dc titans#teen titans#titans tower#THE MOMENT BRUCE IS GONE TOO
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A Hard Day's Night | Joel Miller X F!Reader
authors note: after a hell of a lot of internet problems, here's a little something that's been chilling in my drafts!
summary: You’ve been waiting all day for Joel to come home from work.
warnings/tags: 18+, no use of y/n, no outbreak au, nicknames (darling, baby girl, good girl), oral (m receiving), praise kink, some face fucking, Joel finishing in readers mouth
word count: 1.8k
You knew that sound all too well, the sound of the front door creaking open, followed by a groan and a rustle of a jacket being taken off. Joel had gotten off late yet again from his shift, something you were used to by now.
You were still up, lying in bed while staring at the ceiling with your hands folded on your chest. You always had trouble sleeping without Joel by your side, which kept you awake while waiting for him to come home. Even after years of dating, you couldn’t sleep without knowing he wasn’t there next to you.
Joel groggily slipped off his shoes and went straight to the living room couch, just dying to sit down. He let out a satisfied groan, the feeling of sitting down on something comfortable being just what he needed.
He tiredly rubbed his face and eyes, trying to regain some energy. His body was sore, and his head was pounding. These late nights at work were starting to take a toll on him.
Leaning back against the couch, he tried to relax, seeking any comfort he could from the soft cushions. He took his head out of his hands and ran them through his hair with a sigh. It was a relief to finally be back home.
You threw your legs off the bed and put your robe on, making your way out of the bedroom to go and check on him to see how his day was. Furrowing his eyebrows, he looked over when he heard the bedroom door open.
“I thought you were asleep,” Joel mumbled. His voice made it easy to tell how tired he was. He sounded like he had just woken up and was still half asleep.
You shook your head, tying up your robe while walking over to him, “Can’t sleep without you. I wanted to wait ‘till you got home.” You offered him a smile before sitting beside him on the couch.
Joel sighed and shook his head, feeling guilty, “You don’t need to wait for me, darlin’. You need your sleep too, y’know.” He looked at you, dark circles forming underneath his eyes.
You put your hand on his head and shook your head once more, “Can’t fall asleep without you even if I tried,” you told him simply, “Besides, I like being up when you get home. I wanna hear about your day even if it’s nearly midnight.”
He chuckled at this before leaning back against the couch to try and relieve the soreness he felt all over his body, “Wasn’t all that excitin’. I was outside for most of the day, doin’ a lot of hands on work. God, I’m gettin’ too old for this.” He laughed.
You laughed softly with him and rubbed his knee, “Ready to climb into bed?”
Joel thought to himself for a moment before shaking his head, “Thought I’d stay up for a little bit longer, grab something to eat or watch some tv,” he shrugged, “Wanna enjoy myself for at least a little while before I gotta get back to work.”
You nodded understandingly and kept your eyes on him while he reached forward to grab the remote that was sitting on the coffee table. Leaning back in his seat, he pointed the remote to the television to turn it on.
Joel flipped through the channel, his eyes glued on the screen while the light illuminated his face. You, on the other hand, had your eyes glued to him.
You had missed him all day, and you hated to see him so exhausted and beat up from a long, hard day of work.
You squeezed his knee gently and sighed softly while you looked at him, wanting to do whatever you could to make him feel better. And you knew a few ways to instantly boost his mood, especially a few that you would enjoy.
With a slight smirk forming on the corner of your lips, you kissed his cheek before getting off the couch.
Joel looked back over at you with an unmistakable look of confusion on his face. But that look of confusion slowly turned into realization when he saw you get on your knees right in front of him. His eyes widened slightly, there was a faint blush on his cheeks, and his dick twitched in his pants, anticipating what was about to come.
You kept your eyes on him as you unzipped his pants with ease, licking your lips. You enjoyed this just as much as he did. You always loved to make him feel good, and this was one of your favorite ways.
And you knew that this would help him relax almost instantly after a long, long day.
“Darlin’, fuck..” Joel groaned as he watched you pull down his underwear, his cock standing straight up with the tip leaking out a little bit of pre cum.
“I want to help you relax.” You whispered, rubbing his thighs slowly, glancing between his dick and his lust-filled eyes.
Joel bit his lower lip as he stared at you and let out another quiet groan before leaning back in his seat, his arms spread around the couch with his head resting on the cushion. He slowly closed his eyes, allowing himself to fully relax and focus on how you were making him feel.
With a gentle grip, you grabbed the base of his cock and gave it a couple of strokes, your mouth already watering at the sight. He twitched in your hand, and you loved making him wait just a little bit longer and seeing how badly he needed you.
While keeping your eyes on him, you slowly put his tip into your mouth, causing him to suck in a deep breath. He gripped onto the couch cushions while he stared at you, watching your every move. The feeling of his dick in your mouth was one of his most favorite feelings to experience. Each time, it only got better and better, and he could never get sick of it. It was like a drug for him.
You closed your eyes while keeping a tight grip on the base of his cock, easing up and down on the tip with your mouth. You licked over his tip, his pre cum all over your tongue. He moaned at the sensation and stared down at you, slowly moving one of his hands to tangle into your hair.
“Fuck, too damn good at this.” He already sounded out of breath as he spoke. And you’ve barely even started. You’ve just always had this effect on him.
You smirked slightly at his praise and started to take him a little deeper, keeping it gradual while you moved up and down his cock with your mouth.
His eyes were glued onto you, unable to look away. He was mesmerized.
You moved your hand up and down along with your mouth, keeping a tight grip while you went in deeper, knowing precisely what he liked and what he wanted. A moan that left his lips confirmed that for you.
Spit drooled out from your mouth and onto your hand as you quickened up your pace, getting deeper with each time you went back down onto his dick. His breathing was getting hitched, and he tangled his fingers up in your hair, starting to guide you with his hand.
“Mmm yeah, just like that baby girl…” Joel groaned out as he guided your mouth up and down his dick with his hands in your hair.
You hummed against his cock in response and kept going, just like how he wanted.
He rubbed your head and kept his hand in your hair, leaning his head further back so that you could see the veins in his neck when you would glance up at him occasionally.
Your hand moved at the same pace with your mouth, wanting to give him the most pleasure possible. You could feel yourself getting wet in your panties from all of the moans and quiet whimpers you heard from him. With each praise he gave you, you felt yourself getting even wetter. There was nothing better than making him feel like this.
“That’s it, fuck…” Joel moaned a little louder and gripped your hair, a slight growl leaving his throat, “Such a good girl on your knees for me like this…”
When you heard him, a little whimper came from your mouth as well. You could listen to him praise you for hours on end. It made this just as enjoyable and fun for you as it was for him.
You had to resist the urge to reach down to touch yourself, wanting to focus on just him and only him. You wanted to make him feel good, and for now, that was your main focus.
Joel’s lips were parted ever slightly as he stared at you through his eyelashes, his chest heaving up and down slowly. How you looked back up at him with such beautiful big eyes was just what he needed after a hard day of work. All he needed was you.
Spit drooled out from your mouth as you tried to go as deep as you possibly could while still keeping up with the quick pace. Each time, you went deeper than the last, and Joel would let out a moan each time you did.
You could feel that he was getting close by the way his dick twitched in your mouth, and his whimpers became more frequent. You knew this man like the back of your hand, and you knew just what you needed to do to help him finish.
You kept a tight grip and just focused on bringing him to his climax. His hands moved down from your hair onto your shoulders, digging his nails into your shirt. You could feel him shaking just slightly as he held you, signaling he was getting closer.
“Mmm, fuck… Fuck m’gonna cum baby girl…” Joel drew out as he kept his eyes on you, panted breaths leaving his parted lips.
You squeezed and scratched his naked thighs gently, almost as if giving him permission to finish.
One hand gripped onto your shoulder while the other grabbed your hair as he leaned back with a loud moan, spurts of his come flooding into your mouth. You hummed quietly and closed your eyes as you took in every last drop, slowly pulling away and licking his tip cheekily while staring up at him.
Joel had his eyes on you the entire time. He chuckled quietly, letting out a sigh, “You sure do know how to make me feel better, don’t ya?” He laughed, his heart rate still beating rapidly.
You chuckled along with him and licked your lips before slowly sitting back on the couch with him, pecking his lips gently before responding with a grin, “I always do.”
#joel miller#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#joel tlou#tlou#the last of us#the last of us hbo#pedro pascal#pedro pascal characters#18+#female reader#writing#fiction#smut#joel miller smut#tlou smut#the last of us smut
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Chills Right to the Marrow (i finally thought of a title for this)
part 1, prev part
cw: blood
The hospital gets louder and louder by the second. More and more people getting brought into the waiting room, nurses running around to make the tough decision of who needs care and who can come back later. Screaming ensuing when they are told that the pain in their shoulder can wait until the emergency shelters are set up and that those who are bleeding or have broken bones are more important. But even those aren’t as important as the person placed on the gurney, being rushed into surgery.
Dustin knows that it’s out of his hands now. That Eddie is alive enough for it to make a difference. For the chances of a successful surgery to swing right over fifty. A fifty percent chance he’ll see his friend again. Where the blood can be washed off his clothes and be forgotten as long as Dustin keeps his eyes open. Eddie’s dying smile imprinted on the back of his eyelids.
The fifty is a number that Dustin made up. Overheard the doctor say about someone who could very possibly not be Eddie, but he ran with it. Eddie’s a fighter, he proved that in his last moments. Stupid as he was, to run fighting without backup. But he was always a fighter, never a runner. Even if he didn’t quite believe that recently. Dustin knew it in his heart. He just had to figure out a way for Eddie to believe it too.
Maybe then, he’ll stay alive.
“Dustin, you’re next,” Steve says, breaking Dustin away from staring at the swinging hospital doors.
“What, no,” Robin protests. “You need to go back Steve, you’re bleeding again.”
Dustin looks down to Steve’s waist, where the makeshift bandage loosely holds together his broken flesh. Still awaiting an answer how it got there in the first place. Among the spatters of green camouflage, there are patches of dark red. Something’s wrong.
“It’s not mine, we know that. Dustin.” Steve grabs Dustin’s shoulder while he tries to catch a nurse’s attention.
“I’m fine, Steve,” he tries to fight. The pain in his ankle screaming as he tries to stand straight. Tries to prove he’s ok. “See, I’m standing fine.”
Steve scoffs. “And totally not wincing in pain. You need an X-ray, to make sure it’s not broken.”
Nancy comes back from talking to the nurse who helped take Max back, having gotten here before Eddie did. “I felt it before we split up again. It didn’t feel broken.”
“You may be smart, but you’re no doctor.” Steve continues to try to find anyone to take a look at Dustin.
He can notice the wince every time Steve tries to breathe. The patches of red are growing.
“No, I’m not,” Nancy snaps. “But I’m smart enough to know that my torn shirt makes for a shitty band aid. And while it might have been enough then, it is clearly not enough now. You strained yourself while carrying him out of there and it tore open your wounds. Just look at your clothes.”
“Not my blood,” Steve repeats through his teeth. “Excuse me,” he says to a passing nurse. “My friend here had a bad fall, can you check that his ankle doesn’t need anything serious.”
The nurse nods, having Dustin sit on a chair.
“Seriously, Steve. I’m fine. We’re fine. You’re the one that’s not fine here.”
The nurse feels around Dustin’s ankle. “Doesn’t feel like anything’s broken. Someone will find you some tape to wrap it in until we can give it an x-ray to make sure. Try to keep weight off of it for now.”
“Thank you,” Dustin emphasizes, looking up at Steve with a cocky expression. Being right and all.
But it fades as soon as Dustin sees the white of Steve’s face. He’s struggling to breath, gripping the back of a chair with a white knuckles grip.
“Steve,” Robin says alarmed. Grabbing his shoulder and trying to get him to respond. “Steve, what’s wrong?”
Steve pants, trying to get a word out but can only fight to inhale another breath. Nancy rushes to the front desk to get them to phone a doctor.
No one needs to protest to them because Steve just drops. The blood from his clothing starting to seep onto the floor.
“Steve,” Robin yells as she crouches down, reaching to check his pulse. “Someone get a doctor.”
Dustin sits there in shock. Feeling more helpless than he has in years. Frozen, stuck to his chair. As his heart fills his ears and the rest of the room becomes muddy. Movement flashes before his eyes.
A gurney gets brought over; Steve’s limp body laid on it while nurses say a mess of medical jargon to each other. Wheeling him behind the double doors, right up to the surgery suites. Paperwork getting thrown into Nancy’s hands, her and Robin filling in the blanks so it can get started.
Dustin’s only seen Steve pass out once before. At the Byers when Billy hit his head so hard it knocked him out. Where the only way to get Billy to stop was for Max to stab him with a sedative. But that could be fixed with bags of frozen peas, wet rags, and colorful bandages. Then, he knew Steve was going to wake up again.
This. This was far beyond anything Dustin’s ever seen. He’s seen the black eyes, the split lips. Being drugged and the red marks of rope around his wrists. But never this much blood. Never this white. Never this scary.
Somehow, Dustin gets back home. He remembers his mom coming to the hospital, wrapping up his foot in a makeshift brace. Robin helping her get him to the car. He remembers protesting. Wanting to stay until Steve and Eddie made it out of surgery. Until Max’s bones were reset. Robin told him it was too crowded for people just waiting around. It was better for him to be at home than taking a chair from someone who needed it.
But what about her? What about Nancy? Weren’t they going to stay? They didn’t seem like they were going to leave. The day had been long. They were running on fumes and whatever adrenaline hadn’t crashed yet. They all needed sleep, they needed to go home too. But Robin turned right around and went through the hospital entrance again. Leaving Dustin out of the loop.
He’s not just some kid who doesn’t know anything. He deserves to stay. Steve was like a brother to him, like family. Bound by a pact. “You die, I die.” Why should Steve have to die when Dustin’s safe at home in his own bed?
Dustin sends out a message on the radio when he gets home. To let whoever is listening know he’s safe. Lucas radios back that him and Erica made it home safe. They’re still shaken up, and Erica is hiding behind her locked bedroom door. But they’re safe.
Twice in one day, two people Dustin loves put themselves at risk in the name of keeping him safe. Of helping him. Like he’s some child on the sidelines who can’t do anything for himself. Which isn’t true. Dustin’s not twelve years old wandering around the woods looking for his lost friend anymore. Spinning in circles to try and find out why his compass wasn’t working.
That was still dangerous. Throwing rocks at the Demogorgon was dangerous. And he was fine. Traumatized, but fine. He wasn’t some dumb kid who needed constant protecting. He didn’t need to be put above his friends just because of his age.
Especially when it is the reason both of them are in the hospital right now.
When Dustin lays down to sleep that night, he ends up staring at the ceiling. The lights of the hospital blinding him every time he closes his eyes. The face of fear Steve made right before he dropped. The blank look of Eddie’s eyes as he took his last breath.
Both of them might still be alive. Both of them might be dead. But he won’t know that until the morning because he’s here instead of the hospital. Here in a bed where he can’t sleep because all he can think of is the possibilities of what could be happening in that operation room. What could be happening in that hospital across town. What happened right before his eyes and terrified him to the very bone.
For two people who did everything just to make sure he was safe, they didn’t think about what would happen as he saw the consequences of those actions right before his very eyes. At this point, Dustin would much rather prefer a hospital bed and a few bites of his own than to wonder if his friends are still alive.
Note: Chapter one of this fic is now posted on ao3, if you wish to follow it there. The first chapter is the first four parts, the Wayne POV, the next will be the section of Dustin POV's, and so on.
I am also changing the main tag for this from morgan's wayne pov to #chills right to the marrow fic, since that is now the title.
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#chills right to the marrow fic#stranger things#stranger things fanfic#everyone lives/nobody dies#dustin henderson#steve harrington#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#lucas sinclair#erica sinclair#eddie munson#ronance#pre steddie#tw blood#cw blood#dustin pov#hospitals
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shifting storytime <3
So sorry for the wait but IM FINALLY POSTING IT LETS GOOOO. So excited to share this experience with you all and I actually am tweaking from how much I want to go back. Also this is NOT proofread I apologize for any mistakes 🫶
DR: Hunger Games
How long was the shift: A week, give or take.
Method: Gaslighting Method (my own)
So in this DR, my name is Loralei Walker, and I’m from District 3. I think I said at least the district already but I’m reiterating. I’m going to be dating Peeta eventually but I didn’t meet him this shift. Finnick, Johanna, and Evangeline (friend I scripted in) are the people i’m closest to.
OH MY GOD okay so when I shifted, I woke up in my room with Chewy curled up in my lap. It like actually scared the living shit out of me so I shot straight up which caused him to nip my leg (granted I did like throw him upwards).
He’s so adorable ☹️☹️. He follows me around EVERYWHERE. He even followed me to the reaping ☹️. I scripted that I can take him to the Capitol cause he’s an emotional support animal, but it’s kind of sad to think that when I actually go to the Arena he can’t follow me :(
Now onto District 3: I didn’t expect this, but D3 is COLDDDD. It is FREEZING. It is FROSTBITE inducing. And blankets are a luxury, ironically. Like ice cubes in D12. Thankfully since I live in the Victor’s Village I have a couple of them but you literally can’t escape the cold.
Another thing; In D3, kids start learning about their district career at like 4 years old. School is from 5 am to 5 pm, kids 4-18. At 16, you have the option to take a test about 16-18 curriculum, and if you pass you get to graduate. If not, you stay until you’re 18. No do-overs. Not going to school is punishable by death. There are only a few careers you can choose from, which are: Technical Engineering, Technology Advancement, Robotics, and Computer Science. Being a Victor automatically exempts you from school + choosing a career.
D3 is very desolate and dark, considering we’re a tech district. There isn’t much wildlife or wilderness as big buildings completely take over the land.
District 3, except it’s a bit smaller.
Okay so onto the Reaping: That shit can only be described as ominous. Like watching it on TV really cannot compare to how it felt IRL. Hearing my name being called was like chilling almost, and I expected it! Literally can’t even think about how it must feel for the people who didn’t. My District partner was Beetee, which was so sad cause he was my mentor during my Games. After we left, he told me he’d do everything to make sure I was safe. I started crying he’s so sweet.
The train ride to the Capitol was SOOO AMAZING. I couldn’t even think about the fact that I was going to the Captiol. Seeing the Districts was so crazy, the Captiol really can’t compare to the beauty of them. I can’t remember which District it was, but we passed by a huge sunflower field. It was so pretty. And the sky was like a purple/pink. I wanted that sky tattooed on my body it was so pretty.
When we pulled up to the Capitol I was like IMMEDIATELY greeted by my prep team. I couldn’t remember their names and my stylist couldn’t either so we just called them Hughie, Dughie, and Lewie.
OH MY GOD I LOVE MY STYLIST SOOOOO BAD. Her name is Xotia and she’s a literal goddess oh my god she slayed so bad. Hold on I’ll show you the getup she had me in.
My outfit as a mood board. Didn’t wanna put that many photos.
SEE????? She ate so bad holy shit. Had me down bad for myself anyways
Slight deviation; My first impression upon meeting Finnick was “this mf crazy.” The aura on that man is INSANE. He’s such a natural flirt despite being enamored with Evangeline. I didn’t really meet anyone else besides Johanna, and she is actually insane. Her and Finnick are really good friends and they complement each-other well. Also, Johanna is a major lesbian. Like major. Yes I scripted she was but I’m considering it canon ☹️
I shifted back around the time we got to the training centre so I didn’t get to meet my man BUT I will definitely next time I shift 🫶 so I’m not upset about that. Besides I could’ve stayed longer but I didn’t want to.
All in all I am SOSOSOSOSOSOSO in love with this DR and actually can’t wait to be back I’m literally tweaking oh my god i canMt do this
Edit: IM SO DAMN SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG IVE BEEN FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE FOR LIKE TWO WEEKS PLS ☹️☹️☹️. Not an excuse really but it’s finally here so yay!!!
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#reia shares shifting stories!!#reality shifting#shiftblr#shifting realities#shifting#desired reality#shifting community#reality shift#shifters#hunger games dr#hunger games#thg
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I would like to talk about Ianthony as of post April 1st 2024. (With obvious parallels to both The Event and Dan and Phil)
1. I see a lot of people like obsessively combing over every glance and reading into every word which isn’t anything new but I feel has really kicked up a notch lately. My general response to this is the ianthony “relationship” label shouldn’t matter. They obviously love each other platonically or anything else and I think it’s important sometimes to take a step back from your theorizing and hyperventilating to just enjoy them as people and their friendship and how much they care
2. Keep in mind this isn’t like Dan and Phil. They aren’t young people who haven’t been given the opportunity to discover/express themselves. They both still confidently state they’re straight up to a couple of months ago. When they’ve actively been asked for over 10 years what their sexuality is constantly I feel as though maybe they would have done some internal exploration of their sexualities by now. Obviously sexualities aren’t static and labels don’t matter. Gender and sex is nothing compared to the connection of people and often sexuality labels can be completely overridden or thrown into question by one person. On top of the fact that Anthony has essentially stated this himself of “you never know 🤷♂️” but like. They still both are confident in the label of straight. So chill out a little.
3. The crew shipping them isn’t some like inside joke within the smoffice. It’s an inside joke within the community THAT WE ARE ALL INSIDE OF. It’s a joke built by years of Ian and Anthony playing into fans questions for views and the fact that many of their employees were previously Smosh fans. So although it’s funny that all the editors and cast and crew are playing into it more than Ian and Anthony themselves in the videos remember it’s not proof of anything. They’re just being silly goofy.
4. I get it. Because before The Event I was very dismissive of every shourtney shipper. I enjoyed their genuine connection as best friends and people who clearly loved each other. But every time I saw something pointing out “oh Courtney said this” “oh look how Shayne looked at them here” I had the “this isn’t 2010 guys when will you give it up they’re just besties” reaction. I never thought people were insane for noticing that possible connection but I also just thought people were driving themselves mad reading into stuff. Obviously a lot of the things people pointed out are still probably nothing because again people were analyzing literally every microsecond.
5. Like no seriously I get it. On inspection Ian and Anthony make fuck me eyes at each other. Like constantly. They look at each other like there’s no one else in the world sometimes. The behind the scenes for my dead friend where they just spend 2 minutes with Ian trying to stick something in Anthony’s pocket while both of them are giggling is literally middle school flirting. Anthony tearing up at the story of best friends turned lovers. Little bit dramatic king. Like we all know why Shayne and Courtney love that story. But Anthony dude. After going through April 1st 2024 I totally understand not wanting to discard any of the shit these two idiots say. And it’s also really funny since they’ve proven they don’t care. Just want everyone to remember to be careful to just enjoy them soley as a duo without the conspiracy of a relationship on occasion.
#ianthony#smoshblr#smosh#ian hecox#anthony padilla#ian smosh#anthony smosh#shourtney#shartney#courtney miller#courtney smosh#shayne topp#shayne smosh#smosh ian#smosh anthony#smosh courtney#smosh shayne#smosh shourtney
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A Quiet Time
(1479 words) by yourlocallygrowngay
Fandom: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games)
Rating: Explicit (+18)
Relationships: Arthur Morgan/Reader, Arthur Morgan/Female Reader
Summary: Arthur has been waiting all day to get his hands on you. You retreat to his tent with only one instruction: be as quiet as possible.
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You gasped softly as Arthur felt around for the slit in your bloomers and hovered his fingers on your warm center, taking his sweet time. He was about to drive you crazy. And you were supposed to be quiet, too?!
The owls hooted and the crickets chirped as the last embers of the campfire extinguished in the cold chill of the night. It was dead silent at camp, the only muffled sounds coming from Arthur’s closed tent, where he had brought you to get some well-deserved privacy. He had been craving you all day, frequently sneaking glances at you, hungrily scanning the way your blue jeans folded at the center of your crotch, like arrows pointing straight at it. It was like a dinner bell to him: he wanted to feel it, to taste it, to be buried deep within it, to get rid of that annoying thick fabric that kept your folds locked away from him. You stopped your gaze on your partner and smirked at his blissful expression.
“You daydreamin’ there, Arthur?” you kneeled in front of him. He hummed softly, taking a swig of his beer. You gave him a chaste kiss on his reddened cheek, appropriate for the public setting you were in. Next thing you knew, you were in his tent, laying next to him on his cot, one arm cradling your head while the other got busy under your bloomers.
“Oh God,” you exhaled once Arthur’s middle finger found your folds and dipped inside slowly. It was far from being a new sensation: you were more than capable of taking care of that yourself, but it was never quite as satisfying as when his fingers, twice as big as yours, stretched you so well and lead you to the finish line.
Arthur shushed you softly, inserting and retracting his finger a few times, and it was already soaked from your arousal.
“Look at’chu, already dripping for me…” he purred inside your ear, voice heavy and low sending a million icy shivers all across your skin.
He pushed further inside this time, just half a motion away from your clit, and you couldn’t hide the moan that escaped your lips before you were even aware of it. Arthur flew to your lips and muffled it by kissing you slowly and deeply, regretfully muting that delectable sound you were making. It was a crime, telling you to be quiet like this, especially since he loved all your little shrieks and mewls and gasps when he did all the things he knew you loved. But you were at camp, and he couldn’t wait another second to touch you, and he didn’t want anyone to find out about your pure moment of bliss. That belonged to you two only, and it was precious. And NOT to be interrupted.
You moaned against Arthur’s mouth, trying to control your breathing as he fingered you faster now, and you were already soaking your underwear and his knuckles. You felt his boner against your hip as he kissed your swollen lips, desperately trying to keep you quiet.
“You’re so beautiful, honey…” he mumbled, keeping his hand steadily thrusting between your thighs and unable to resist the urge to grind his aching stiffness against your hip to give it some relief, all while leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses from your earlobe all the way down to the soft curve of your breasts, stopping at you neck for a more thorough visit. It was almost torture, having to restrain yourself from expressing how he made you feel, because he made you feel heavenly. And you wanted him to hear it.
“Such a good girl… already coming undone from one finger… that’s not all you gon’ get from me, sweetheart.” Arthur was fighting the urge to be quiet with the one, much stronger, to praise the shit out of you, because he couldn’t give it up. He wanted you to know just how good you were for him.
Arthur thought he could come just by looking at you: such a pretty thing, lying there with your lips red and puffed from all the kissing, chest heaving and pearlescent with little droplets of sweat running down its mounds, one leg propped up on the cot to allow him easier access to your cunt, hips thrusting upwards in a desperate attempt to meet his finger, wanting more. And, luckily for you, more was coming.
“Arth-“ that’s all you could manage to say before he suddenly inserted another finger, and you had to summon all of your strength not to scream. You tilted your torso towards him, gripping at his chest so hard you pulled a few of his chest hairs out, but Arthur didn’t flinch. He was completely captivated by you, how you moved according to what he did, how he had you in the literal palm of his hand. How glorious you looked at the verge of an orgasm. He knew you were close, and he was too, but this wasn’t about him. You were his top priority right now, without your pleasure there wouldn’t be his.
“I’m stretching you so good, aren’t I? You want me to go faster, do you?” he said disjointedly, his breathing heavier and heavier as he moved frantically to pleasure both you and him, his mind slightly fogged by that amazing feeling pulsating just underneath, within reach, but fighting hard to keep it under control. You nodded enthusiastically at his request to fuck you harder, and he happily obliged, adding one last finger. The sounds of his fingers slapping against your wet cunt were spreading inside the tent and were obscenely satisfying to you both.
Arthur pre-emptively wrapped you into a kiss so you couldn’t wake everybody up with your delightful screams. His tongue eagerly explored your mouth as his hand took care of your other set of lips, both swollen and soaking wet as he kept hitting your sweet spot repeatedly and deliberately, making you roll your eyes back into your skull and your mouth fly open, your back arching against his wall of a body. God, you felt so warm and so welcoming… Arthur knew he wasn’t going to resist much longer, his release was near. But yours had to come first.
“That’s it, you’re almost there. Come for me, darlin’…” he coaxed you, precum already dripping down his thigh as he kept moving inside you.
You hit your climax, forgetting all about keeping quiet as you flew to another dimension, unable to control anything your body did. You slowly came down from your high as Arthur did from his, union suit stained with his own orgasm, his fingers still thrusting and not stopping until you had fully recovered to ease the sensation.
“Yep. That’s my girl” he chuckled proudly, taking the fingers still covered in your sweet juice to his lips and licking them like they were dipped in honey. You always tasted amazing to him, and he couldn’t resist doing that every time: you were just so good, plus, he loved the hungry look in your eyes when he did that in front of you.
Arthur brushed aside the sweaty hair that had stuck to your forehead and left a tender kiss just above your eyebrows. You looked up at him with a drunken smile on your face, still a bit high. He returned the same smile to you, leaning in again to leave a peck on your lips and nose.
“Was that… good for you?” he asked, like he didn’t just rock your entire world a moment ago. You nodded, thanking him and caressing his cheek. He closed his eyes and emitted a low hum of contentedness, enjoying your gentle touch.
You sat up, re-adjusting your underwear around your sweaty body. Arthur asked if you needed anything. Water to drink? A cloth to clean yourself up with? Just a word from you and he was already buttoning up his pants and ducking out of the tent to fetch you what you asked. He was always so caring and dutiful after doing the deed with you, asking if you’re okay, if you’re hurt or sore and what he could do for you. It was a bit of a ritual for him, like going though a mental checklist to make sure you were 100% comfortable and happy. He knew he could be quite rough, even if he tried to restrain himself, so he wanted to be certain you were being taken care of after such an intimate act. Arthur was back in a blink, with a cup of water in one hand and a fresh cloth he dutifully dabbed all over your exposed skin to wipe away your sweat.
Once your thirst was quenched and both of you were clean, you cuddled on his cot and you fell fast asleep in each other’s arms.
#rdr2#arthur morgan#rdr2 fanfic#arthur morgan x reader#arthur morgan x female reader#arthur morgan fanfiction#arthur morgan smut#ao3 link#ao3 fanfic#ao3 writer#this is probably the dirties thing ive ever written lmao#and its like my second time writing smut (first with a man!)#hope you like it#red dead redemption 2
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On the one hand I’m thrilled to be getting my art into galleries, especially smaller galleries. On the other hand, getting into LGBTQIA shows is still not a convo I want to have with the parents quite yet.
#will they be happy I’m in a show regardless? yup#Will they be chill with me not being straight?#89% chance#but also my mom is going to be like. I called it when you were in middle school#and I’ll have to be like. yeah#and then the inevitable is this why you aren’t going to have kids and then it’s a whole other thing#at least the hella conservative people in my family aren’t wanting to have anything to do with me for other reasons#so positive?
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Thought my mom might get me a Mikey plushie. Instead, she got me The Last Ronin 😭. Sobbing, crying, throwing up this Christmas 😭.
She was like, "I don't know if you've already read it, but it's a comic all about Michelangelo 😊."
It's all about Michelangelo because all the other brothers are dead, Ma 😭. Hence the name of the comic. He's quite literally the last one standing 😭.
#speaking of the last ronin--i read a last ronin fic the other week that altered my brain chemistry#it made me clutch my head and yell OH MY GOD for like 5 minutes straight lmao#but it's Really good! so if any tmnt fans wanna read it then hmu#no but the way leo reacts in it makes me insaneeee INSAAAANE I TELL YOU#they're in heaven and raph and donnie are like: maybe mikey is okay#and leo's like: or maybe he's being tortured 😤#ALKDJA LEO CHILL
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#I was chilling with some friends#and they were trying to set me up with someone they knew#and I have so many feelings#listen#my ex was my first and only in practically everything#pretty sure I’ve said that before#but the thought of being intimate with someone new?!#gives me massive butterflies but then it quickly turns to nauseous#like#I don’t trust people#I swear I’m gonna get in a new relationship and start to fall and then find out they’re cheating or something#I just know my next relationship isn’t going to be good#but I also need more experience with new romantic partners#im 25 and have only kissed one person#been on like 2 dates#I grew up being such a hopeless romantic#and always told myself I’m going to have a crazy and wild love story#but then I got stuck with a boy for years#and now I just feel so behind and out of it#dates??? if someone were to ask me out on a date I think I’d just straight pass away? like?#is that real???? or is it just in the movies 😂#anyway I’m still unsure about the person they were telling me about#but it just started giving me so many feelings about someone new in general#starting with loving myself obviously but it’s still fun to think about and daydream#shut up rosie
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every so often I remember the fact that I read somewhere that people working for tmbg are known to check social media tags on occasion and my life flashes before my eyes
#I mean I know this is how many pr/social teams operate but it's still chilling LMAO like.#that's actually how some sparks art of mine got reposted once about a decade ago now which is still Very cool to me#I know I've mentioned this before but see: it is still very cool to me#I hadn't tagged them in it or anything and it ended up reposted on their. twitter? I think#wild to me#anyway this + common decency of treat people how you want to be treated is why I could never say anything weird or mean online#also I mean flansburgh himself is straight up just here#he's the online equivalent being in the same large city supermarket#and there was a podcast interview where linnell says he lurks social media from time to time (tumblr was not one of the named sites. but.)#and even tho it's perfectly acceptable to like. compliment people's work or call them pretty or whatever#I'd be mortified if I had confirmation they saw that#like this is not a briar patch situation you'd never see me online again
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#It's getting difficult more and more for me to enjoy Jolysui without being dragged to their stupid shippers#Like okay some of the reasons ppl gives to hate it are silly#But their fans are not helping lmao#'Um actually Jolysui is not a straight ship bc he is gender fluid to me🤓👆'#Good for you but when u try to force your hc so much that you genuinely get mad when other ppl see that character in the Canon way#Is pathetic#Anasui is a cis straight man just wears weird fashion like almost Jojo character is not that deep#Now OK probably Jolyne and Anasui are more probably to be queer code but still they aren't in the way ppl want them to.#Araki just said he DIDN'T have a problem if Anasui was a girl#Wich means he is okay with the idea of Jolyne being queer not that Anasui actually is bc he could just confirmed like he did with Dio or#Scarlet Valentine#But again#Anasui is just a result of new artistic concept he wanted to draw and try#This is not against ppl who hc Anasui as queer etc is against those who gets triggered and mocks other for not seeing the same vision#This isn't either against Jolysui enjoyers is against those morons who can't be on peace without the need to bark at others#Seriously Jolysui shippers would be actually more chill if they you just be like#'Yeah Jolysui could be seen as problematic who cares?'#Instead of making bunch of threats about how it doesn't count as proship#Bc ur probably a coward and ultimately not wanting to be bother with ya know bunch of bad wishes from randoms#helenatalks#I'm sorry I just wanted to express my thoughts lmao I'm Lil annoyed.
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i have been sick all weekend so i just now watched episode 2 and i
loki s2 ep2 spoilers in the tags
#loki#loki spoilers#loki season 2 episode 2#loki breaking brad#LOKIUS IS SO DOMESTIC AND SOFT THIS SZN#LOKI GETTING THE TENDERNESS HE DESERVES FROM MOBIUS I CRY#brad bringing up frigga ………. WHAT IF I RUN OIT INTO ONCOMING TRAFFIC WHAT ABOUT THAGT#also sylvie’s wolfcut this season is so bisexual of her#that being said i will die on the hill that syl//ki is self//cest and no one can convince me otherwise#mobius literally even acknowledges it#but that’s a rant for another day. pls don’t come for me. it’s just how i feel#mobius getting dimension this season is so GOOD but i know they’re jsut working up to a flashback where he sees his wife and two children a#which is like whatever bc i do want him to be happy but it’s just SO EASY#i don’t think lokius is ever going to be real in this show bc it’s mar/vel but they are really forcing the straightness of this show#ok i need to chill#bye
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#and its the only listed entry for his relationships ?#does he not talk or interact with anyone else in the series ?#Trigun loveblog#he loves vash#damien do nooootttt read this this is spoilersd#it makes me smile so much that the entry is written like this because they could easily have said something like ...#'theyre siblings with an intense rivalry stemming from their difference in ideology' but no its straight to the point#like yeah knives really did make that face when he saw the scars. and yeah he did scream in rage and grief when vash was slowly dying#and yeah vash was the one who gave him the will to live again and yeah knives is the reason vash is alive#like seriously whatever#i mean of course vash is the reason knives lost everything and knives is the reason vash is constantly putting his life in danger#this and the way knives gently hands vash a gun and tells him to shoot someone in stampede is so funny#hes like whats wrong ? (gentle) go on and do it (reassuring) and when vash is shaking too much and lowers the gun hes like (fond sigh of#exasperation) i have to do everything for you. hes so funny he loves his brother#and what right does knives have to be calling vash his little brother in the manga. you two were conceived in the same instant chill ...#im just very glad that loving vash is one of knives core personality traits and the other is being evil. its not trigun if your brother#isnt about to burn the whole world down just to create paradise for the two of you. and i cannot get enough of how one sided it is at the#start like the first thing knives does after they crash land is to attempt to help vash stand. the second thing he does is beat the hell out#of vash because hes annoying and whiny. and vash has tried to kill knives so many times but in the end he just cant do it#knives has been on the other side of his barrel so many times and so many times vash would get mad at him and then fail to pull the trigger#its so cutee theyre beautiful twin boys ... exactly the same height ... sorry im just happy again that tessla is in stampede
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one of my professors is really based… we were like ‘so is the final project still due friday’ and she was like ‘…in theory. the only reason i’ve put it down as being due so early is because we’re technically not allowed to make things due in the last week of class because we’re supposed to be encouraging you all to study for finals. but you see, i am well within my right to give extensions ;-)’ let’s go sisterrrrrr
#1. i have never heard of that rule 2. i have lots of stuff due finals week 3. i might straight up have something due next week anyway#4. i doubt the administration is really going to check professors’ syllabi#so i personally don’t see the need for her to worry about that but like#how funny that she’s so open about being willing to bend that rule#she’s like i really only need it by finals although you’d be better off getting it done earlier so you can get feedback#but also like depending on the type of project we do not all of us even have to take the written final#like i’m just gonna do a paper so i don’t think she’ll make me do another writing project#also she’s like ‘ok some of you turned in this one assignment (that she already was incredibly lax with the due date for)#but you didn’t really meet the actual criteria of the assignment or you failed to turn it in entirely#but you can still turn it in now if you want or you can just make up for it by doing a really good job in that area of your final project#and i’ll give you a grade on that assignment anyway bc it’s really supposed to be a part of the larger final project anyway’#like that is how chill and based she is with this#peach rambles#she’s a strict grader but like. it’s all totally fair criticism#she wants a demonstration of knowledge and good writing from us more than anything. more than being on time#so like i gotta lock in on this paper but it’s nice to know it’s going to someone fair who cares
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the Neil Josten urge to desert all my friends and run away
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#can someone explain this??#like- is there are reason why it happens??#sometimes I just chill and out of no where for NO REASON#“I should block everyone and disappear”#then I can't shake off the feeling of guilt for two days straight#not guilt for wanting to run away#guilt for ever being their friends in the first place#idk it's hard to explain#it's a weird mix between “they all secretly hate me” and “If they don't they should”#do I even tag this as aftg?#let's tag this as Neil Trauma Josten#neil josten#vent
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absolutely unreasonable over this coworker that i rlly like rn. thank god i don't like men or i would have fucking Lost it by now! as it is i don't even know what has me so dkfjghsdf about him i'm just sitting there with my head in my hands going "he's so normal about trans people..."
#he's a like. fr nerd guy which i don't know if i have a value judgment for but! it gets me points cause i can pull out nerd shit too#thought he was Significantly older than me but he is only four years older than me and not the estimated six. so it's not that bad#once i'm twenty in like three months it really will not be that weird for me to be friends with people in their twenties.#YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS. HE'S NOT NERDY HE'S GEEKY. DIFFERENT VIBE BUT DEFINITELY MORE LIKE ME#like. ordered a working spiderman mask online but also likes my alt radio station. y'know#and he wants to be my friend too!!! we talk nd have similar senses of humor#and he says hi + bye to me every time he sees me AND says my name every time which i think is a like. positive sign#when people take the time to say 'hi [name]!' i think that's a like. 'i'm invested in being friendly with you' thing#AND AGAIN!!! HEAD IN MY HANDS!!!! HE'S SO NORMAL ABOUT TRANS PEOPLE!!!!!!#went 'wow. it's the ignorance' when one of the kids asked about my dead name (kid obviously did not know what being trans entailed)#and when i went 'i mean adults ask me that too' he went 'what??? fr??? people are so uneducated :/' like a little disgusted ab it#which. dude. what a fucking world. so normal about trans people that like. not being normal about trans people is a foreign concept#not EVEN transphobia just not being educated on what's decent to ask a trans person!!! NOBODY knows that stuff!!!!#except for skye my best friend skye apparently. this dude is so fucking normal about trans people#laughs at my jokes about being trans!!! consistently!!!!! is rlly cool about it!!!!!!!#made a joke about using my dual citizenship to go check on the girls who were taking a really long time in the bathroom#and he found it as funny as i did and like. that's a kind of joke u'd usually have to share with other trans/queer people... idk...#would also make that joke with my coworker who is gay. but he's also really chill about me being trans haha#anywayyyyyy i don't know if he's queer or anything (strikes me as straight) but it's. god. world-changing#AND HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND. WHO HE TALKS ABOUT A NORMAL AMOUNT. VERY POSITIVE THING#so i don't have to worry about things being weird at all :D#and he knows for sure i'm 19 and is chill about it. which. i was the only one making that a big deal but it's a relief all the same haha#asked how old i was (talking about graduating from college in a year nd a half) and gave me a FIST BUMP when i told him.#A FIST BUMP. WHO DOES THAT.#straight people. that's who. guys who are just guys.#guys who make me go 'oh so i DO want guy friends who are my friends in a 'we're both guys' way. those other guys just suck'#which i don't really want but ALSO. he's normal about trans people! so he recognizes me as a guy no matter what i look/sound like!!#my like. supervisor's supervisor made a joke about him being childish and like. girl.#idc frankly that's skye my best friend skye you can't tell me shit about him we listened to the radio while driving the kids to the beach#valentine notes
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