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MRS. AND MRS. SMITH — abby anderson x fem!reader
ways you can help gaza 🇵🇸
do not buy tlou2 remastered!
a/n: this is way more inspired by the mr and mrs smith series (2024) not the 2005 one!!! this explains why they’re wives :3
you’re an assassin along with your assigned partner/wife, abby anderson. fed up with her toxic behaviour, you’re pleased when the mission is centred around you seducing a man for murderous motives. why? well, because you know it’ll get under abby’s skin. little did you know, things would blow over way more than you thought it would.
cw: mdni, owen feature🤮🤮, long fic, kinda slow-burn ig?, femme fatale, arranged marriage couple, kinda toxic relationship, violence, mention of blades, car sex, mean!abby, bratty!reader, dom!abby, degrading, bdsm, ass-smacking, finger-fucking, cursing, jealous!abby, hair pulling, dry-humping, finger-sucking, choking, rough sex, teasing, squirting.
“short brown hair, rugged beard. got that?” abby’s murmuring voice comes in from the earpiece you’ve got attached. you groan and roll your eyes, wishing you could mute the goddamn thing.
see, any other day, you would’ve loved to hear your wife’s pretty little voice guiding you — her praises when you’d do something right or her degrades if you’d do something wrong both sending shivers down your spine, compelling you to do whatever she wanted.
but not today. today you’re over it. so what do you respond with?
“yeah, i know, anderson. we both got the fucking brief.” you hiss. you know how pissed abby gets whenever you curse at her; so that’s exactly what you do. you relish at the thought of her gritting her teeth, not being able to snap at you in front of all of these people.
that’s right, you two are at a charity gala event. it’s fancy. too fancy to the point where it’s intimidating: glistening chandeliers, artistic decorations and bustling people wearing glamorous attire. you and abby needed to blend in with the crowd so not only are you two dressed smartly for the occasion but are also split up. not that you’re complaining. you’re sick of her. sick of her petulance whenever you’d get glorified by the agency instead of her, sick of how sometimes she can be so simple-minded, sick of how, at points, she lacks at making you feel loved.
your job is to take out an owen moore, for unforeseen reasons. you never question what the agency tells you to do, neither does abby.
you’re planning to lure him in an concealed area with your enticing charisma, make him believe you’re going to sleep with him before slicing him dead with your blade. you prowl through the many people, scanning the area with a keen eye to find him. claude debussy plays as background music, taming your harrowing nerves. killing is never easy.
“found him yet?” abby sighs.
“please don’t distract me.” there’s way too many people and it’s beginning to stress you out. what if you never find him? failing the mission is the last thing you wanna do.
“i’m getting bored. plus, small talk with strangers pisses me off.” she complains.
“not my goddamn problem.” you retort, the ends of your tight-fitting dress flailing against your legs as you pick up the pace, worrying if there’s not enough time, worrying if he’s even here in the first place.
“literally what is your problem? acting extra fuckin’ snobby tonight...”
your eyebrows knit together. abby always finds a way to get under your skin.
“let’s not fucking start—“ you’re about to snap and make yourself look like a fool in front of all of these people until somebody accidentally bumps into you: spilling his drink all over your dress. great!
“oh shit. sorry, i didn’t mean that.” you hear a man’s voice as you stare down at your ruined dress in disbelief. you slowly glance up at the culprit; only to find the noted brown hair and rugged beard staring right back at you. owen moore.
despite your worked up embarrassment and your extreme annoyance, you manage to flash a smile.
“it’s okay, but... you do realise you owe me now right?” you bat your eyelashes, hoping you don’t look silly.
“and what’s that?” owen chuckles, rubbing the back of his head and making immense eye contact. he’s already flirting back, you think. this is about to be so fucking easy.
with a few drinks, owen’s already tipsy and you’re leading him to the vast room. you make him believe you’re just as woozy; stumbling and giggling away. you take advantage of his obliviousness: your hand brushing against the slit of your dress, fingers cupping the wooden handle of the blade in the garter wrapped around your thigh. whilst he laughs and babbles nonsense, you carefully trace the edge of the blade — feelings of excitement rushing to the surface. regardless of the fact that killing is never easy, it’s also never not exhilarating.
you’re about to fully whip out the blade until owen decides to be bold: setting his slobbery hands against the small of your back and trying to lean in for a kiss.
“woah.” you feign a grin, pulling his hands away. “we go at my pace.”
“aww… please?” he mumbles, trying to seem like an adorable puppy but instead making it look disgusting. this is sad, you think. you try to grab your knife again but he’s now grabbing your arms; desperate for a fruitless smooch.
“come on… don’t play hard to get.” he growls, his sudden aggression catching you a little off guard. no need for stress, you know what to do. your knee prepares itself to kick hard in between his legs until somebody’s arm suddenly emerges from behind, wrapping around his neck and squeezing hard.
“what—“ you breathe in bewilderment, eyes widening. despite owen choking and uselessly clawing at abby’s arm for escape, her gaze stays intently trained on yours; a death stare. it’s unnerving.
it doesn’t take long for owen to turn cold and slack, eyes rolling to the back of his head. abby lets him go, but not without cracking his neck first, and you watch as he flops onto the floor.
“what the fuck, abby…” you mutter, palming a frustrated hand across your face. “where the hell did you even come from?”
“there’s doors.” she tilts her head towards the backdoor behind her. you hadn’t even noticed it. your eyes travel back to her; irresistibly ogling at the black suit clinging to her body, complimenting her form. you almost forget you’re supposed to be mad at her.
the blonde chuckles wryly, a petty exhale. “you starin’? assumed pussy boys were more your type.”
“real fucking mature.” you snarl. “i had him. i was this close to killing him, abby.”
“you were taking too long.” abby shrugs, condescendingly pouting. you grit your teeth.
“jealousy? really? grow up.”
“at least i watch where i’m going. nice dress, the wet splotch is a nice touch, really.” she slanders, narrowing her eyes. you scoff, trying to pretend as if that dig didn’t offend you.
“you’re a fucking child. help me with the body.”
you two leave the building with ease, pretending as if owen is a friend that’s had too much to drink, wrapping his arms around the both of your shoulders and leading him to your car. abby opens the boot and you two push him inside. you two will decide on how deal with the body later.
for now, you’re sat on the passenger’s seat whilst abby drives, the two of you salty and quiet. abby’s driving way too fast; her hand gripping the steering wheel like her life depends on it. she’s obviously fuming.
“can you slow down?” you glare at her.
“you owe me… i mean, who even says that?” abby grumbles, ignoring your request.
“a lot of people do. now slow down, we don’t wanna attract attention from police knowing there’s a dead body back there.”
“not to mention that you’ve had an attitude since last night! the way you were flirting with that oliver guy? or whatever the fuck his name was, had to be on purpose. to spite me.”
abby starts driving even faster, increasing your stress. “owen.” you correct, “you’re so self absorbed!” you continue to beg for her to slow down.
“he’s, like, the embodiment of revolting too. don’t even get me started at the way he was trying to force himself on you. i should’ve put a bullet in his brain.” abby rattles on, pure jealousy oozing from her tone.
“you were definitely enjoying it too. i know you were.” she turns her head to look at you, not paying attention to the road.
“abby. abby!” you scream as abby almost runs through a poor family trying to cross the road.
“fuck.” abby murmurs as she swerves messily, just in the nick of time, steering into a deserted field. the two of you are out of breath from the fright, hearts racing from the adrenaline. abby rests her head on the wheel, letting out a long sigh.
“just what the hell is the matter with you?” you scold, “all this shit over a mission? are you serious?” abby’s lack of response leads you to continue yelling at her.
“of course we’re going to have to flirt with our targets now and then! the fuck happened to your professionalism? if i had known you’d be acting like this then i would’ve never—“
“why didn’t you kiss him?” abby raises her head to look up at you, her face blank. you blink, a little taken aback by the unexpected question.
“i…” you look away. you’re not exactly up for abby knowing that you couldn’t kiss him because of her. “where even are we anyway?”
“nice try. since you’re so professional, why didn’t you kiss him? he clearly wanted to. you could’ve easily killed him then.” the corner of abby’s lips arch up into a smirk — the familiar smug look of hers that never fails to get you weak.
“for someone who’s had so much to say just a second ago…” she leans in a little, arm resting against your headrest, “…you’re awfully quiet.” her voice is hushed down to a soft whisper, and you swear you’re beginning to feel a little lightheaded.
“look, abby, you’re my wife… so…” you mumble in response to her pressing question, avoiding eye contact. abby chuckles, loosening her tie. here comes the floodgates.
“don’t play dumb and pretend as if the agency didn’t arrange that.” her finger presses against the dome light of the car; illuminating your embarrassed face. just what she wanted to see.
“you’ve been enjoying yourself, seeing me all jealous like this. you liked playing femme fatale, hmm?” her finger slowly twists itself around a strand of your hair, before she yanks a handful, forcing your head closer. you wince, eyes clenched shut. your cunt decides to flex too — reminding you that she’s got a mind of her own, and that she finds being in an empty field like this, in abby’s car, pretty fucking hot.
“let’s face it…” abby whispers, so close that you can feel her breath tickling your ear, shooting heavy tingles down your body.
“you want me so bad it hurts.” her eyes drift down to your thighs that are starting to shift uncomfortably in your seat. it’s beginning to ache down there and it seems like abby’s aware of that. you can’t help it. after all, abby sitting so close: loose strands of hair framing her face, unfastened tie and darkened eyes fixed on you, feels so good that it’s suffocating.
you squirm a little and abby grins, her fingers still laced in your hair. her grip slightly tightens as she licks her lips. she looks hungry.
“maybe what hurts is your fingers in my hair.” you quip, though your voice is a little shaky.
“maybe you need to fix your attitude.” abby retorts, “like, seriously, pipe down… you’re probably soaking down there.” she snickers, right on the money.
“fuck you.” you glare at her, gauging her reaction. you want to believe you’re saying this out of sheer anger for what went down tonight, but deep down, you know that’s not the case. in reality, you just want to get under abby’s skin. it’s what you’ve been craving since the beginning; to get her pissed.
you wipe the pleased look off of abby’s face, which is now replaced with a frown. your heart pounds with anticipation: so much so that your chest faintly heaves, lips parted.
abby’s eyes wander to your lips and in one swift movement, she pulls you in; pressing her lips against yours. you’re quick to kiss her back, the sweetness of her mouth sealing yours. fervent can’t even begin to explain the way you two are kissing. akin to wild animals, small muffled groans escape the both of you.
desperation is thick in the confined air of the car, as abby pulls away and shrugs her blazer off. you stare up at her.
“hurry… with your slow-ass.” you whine.
“watch your fucking mouth. c’mere.” abby commands. you naturally do as she says and she begins to unzip your dress — not without making sure to go deliberately slow.
“why do you have to be so mean?” you sigh, burying your face in the crook of her neck.
“oh, trust me… i’m only gonna be meaner.” she warns whilst planting gentle kisses on your neck. you’ve always admired abby for her ability to vary from being sour to tender in seconds. little did you know, the peppered kisses on your neck served as a prior apology to how cruel she’s going to treat you in a second.
once everything is off, abby marvels at your body. like a painting in an art gallery, she makes sure to pay attention to even the minuscule details of your body. it’s her favourite thing in the entire world.
“turn around.” abby mutters, her eyes hazy; voice bleeding with lust.
“what?”
“just do it.”
you hesitantly do as she says. abby beams: finding your weak resistance amusing yet is also excited to break you.
“now… bend over.” she coos, clearly poking fun.
you shoot her a glare, cheeks flushed. “what am i, your dog?”
“don’t piss me off.”
you glare at her for a few seconds longer before sighing, reluctantly bending over.
“arching that back and everything… wooow.” abby teases, “and to think i haven’t even touched you yet.”
“oh, just fuck off, abby…” you complain, the embarrassment beginning to overwhelm you.
“what was that?”
“i said fuck—“ but you’re cut off by a yelp when abby brings her palm down flat against your ass. you flinch violently; very, very taken off guard.
“mm? didn’t quite hear you. repeat yourself.” abby taunts, smacking you again. you grunt and flinch yet again, feeling the sting of her slap coarse through your body. abby’s humiliating you, milking every last drop of your embarrassment. the worst thing yet? you’re enjoying this way more than you should be.
“i’m not kidding. speak.” abby commands, showing no signs of mercy. your skin is already starting to gleam red, and your pussy? well, it’s a fucking party down there.
“abby…” you cry, completely under her control. the more she smacks, flesh recoiling under her palm, the more your head goes blank.
“go on babe… finish what you were saying before.” abby prods. this time, when she smacks you, her fingers grasp the flesh on your ass tightly; watching in delight as her fingertips leave little red marks. you’re trembling like a leaf, both from the pain and the arousal.
see, the thing with abby is that she never likes to let things go. she adores jabbing at you until she gets what she wants.
another smack, this one so hard that you need to press your palms against the window. abby then grips your waist and pulls you way closer; making your ass press against her hips.
“you wanna get fucked?” abby mutters, teasingly bringing your waist back and forth against her hips: hard, playful thrusts. your bare cunt pressing against her crotch is, without a doubt, driving you insane. you frantically nod in response to her question, in which abby replies with latching her hand around your neck; forcing you upright so that your back is now against her chest.
“use your words.”
“y-yes…” tears begin to stream down your face. you’re desperate, yearning for her touch as if it’s a life or death situation.
“so finish what you were saying.” her fingers slightly squeeze around the sides of your neck.
“i-i told you to f-fuck off but i d-didn’t… haa… mean it.” you splutter. the you a while ago would’ve had her mouth agape in horror at your behaviour right now.
“see? that wasn’t so hard, was it?” abby coos, her fingers tracing down your stomach, in between your thighs. long, drawn-out circles are traced on your swollen clit, her fingers pressing just the right amount of pressure. you groan, and abby taps her chin against your shoulder; smirking at how your legs are writhing, desperate for more.
“where’d all your attitude go?” the blonde ridicules. her other hand moves over to your breast, squeezing it, her thumb caressing your nipple. as to the hand working on you, her middle and ring finger brush against your folds; up and down. she’s touching you but it doesn’t feel like it’s enough: abby knows that.
“don’t do this to me, abby…” you exasperate. she lets out a breathy chuckle before flipping you over and setting you down onto the car seat. she reclines it back, eyes yet again fixed on you. you stare up at her with big glossy eyes, your head blank as if you’ve been dumbed down.
abby gloats at how helpless you look, grabbing your face with one hand and squishing your cheeks. “you look stupid.”
“shut up and fuck me.” you mutter in a muffled tone. abby laughs as if what you’ve said was the funniest joke in the entire world. you wonder if abby can feel your cheeks burning up against her palm.
before you know it, abby plows her thick fingers so far inside your cunt that you’d squeal, if it wasn’t for abby’s hand still clenched on your cheeks.
“this what you wanted?” abby purrs, fingers curling up against your g-spot already. you moan, back arching and squirming.
“oh! riiiiight, you can’t speak.” she gloats, playfully shaking your head with her hand. you whine in embarrassment, yet you secretly enjoy how she’s handling you like a doll.
abby’s finger-fucking you rough, wet squelch noises filling up the car. the sound of it is so erotic that it leaves you dizzy, eyes rolling to the back of your head. the blonde releases her grip on your face but not her thumb, that slips inside of your mouth.
“suck.” you mindlessly do as she says, as if you’re brainwashed. you can see abby’s cheeks tint red when you slowly suck her thumb, making sure to keep eye contact.
abby chuckles, looking away. seems like she didn’t think you’d actually do it.
“you’re shy.” you point out. you triumph over the fact that now it’s her turn to be embarrassed, but not for long.
“shut the fuck up.” abby says brusquely, her fingers operating way harder than before; relentlessly pounding against your g-spot. you cry, feeling overwhelmingly good.
that rigid attitude you had a moment ago? now dead and buried. you feel surreal, a series of mewls and sobs leaving your lips.
“nothing smart to say anymore? you look fucking pathetic.” and she’s right. you look like a hot mess. abby smothers your tears all over your face. you mindlessly move your hips, fucking yourself on her fingers. she smirks, loving what she’s seeing. you feel a knot beginning to untie in your stomach, sublime throbs coursing all over your body.
“i’m cumming…” you manage to choke out.
“i know.” abby buries her face in the crook of your neck, and you shiver at the feel of her breath against your skin.
“i’ll decide to be nice and let you finish.”
and that’s your cue. with an ending moan to seal it off, you feel your body tense up, eyes widening. abby leans in and presses her forehead against yours. you squeeze your eyes shut, before your body relaxes. you’re panting like a dog, staring up at abby with foggy and depleted eyes.
“so cute…” she murmurs before cupping your chin and kissing you — this time, soft and tender as opposed to the way she was kissing you before. you feel warm.
so absorbed in each other, you two forget about how you’re in the middle of nowhere and how the body in the car boot needs to be dealt with. for now, you two have something more important to worry about: how you’re gonna clean up the mess you’ve left all over the chair and dashboard.
a/n: you made it !!! thought it’d be funny if the target was owen😭😭 hope u enjoyed reading <3
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𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋. ♡
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cw — fem!reader. size kink (erwin) body worship (jean, levi) praise kink. lots of breedings. edging, fingering, some nipple play (levi) sub!armin (implied)
◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ author’s note! : hi hi! it’s been a while since i made an actual post here. apologies! life got busy, but i finally have time to make fics again :D there might be some changes on this account but we’ll see! anyways, please enjoy and feedback is welcomed! 🤍
➸ jean kirstien.
he’s already so much of a sweetheart, so it’s not shock he’s carry that to the bedroom. he’s needy but slow, as it’d be way too easy to accidentally hurt you. the size difference aroused yet made him a bit nervous. (the first time was quite a hassle!) nonetheless, jean gave you the fuckin’ princess treatment every time the both of you would get intimate. kissing every inch of your body while caressing your hips with his large hands. he’d gently lay your down, not pulling away from the sloppy kiss the two of you are engaging in. did i mention that this man is huge? he adores watching you struggle to take him completely, squirming and whining as he stretches your smaller cunny inch by inch.
“j-jean..’s too big!” you whined, watching through glassy eyes as your boyfriend hovered over you, sinking himself deeper and deeper into your weeping cunt. your legs twitch in a failing attempt to keep them open, something jean would immediately notice. “does it hurt babe?” he asked in a groan, hazel eyes carving holes into yours through hooded lids. you could only shake your head as he took it as a confirmation to bottom himself out. your eyes rolled to your brain and your jaw went slack as jean watched in awe. “look at you..taking it so well f’me.” he sighed, slowly beginning to pump you full as ecstasy filled your senses. the only thing you could hear were jean’s sweet praises, telling you how much of a good little girl you were for taking him so well and patiently. your head grew hot as the feeling of his dick stuffing you full began to overwhelm you. “good little girl, always taking my dick so well..fuck you’re so cute!”
➸ erwin smith.
oh my god. erwin. what more can i say, he’s a gentleman in bed! anything you ask for, he will do without hesitation. want him to knock you up? done. want some head? he’s already on his knees. sad after a rough day? he’ll stuff your cunny full until your filled n happy. anything your heart desires, he’ll give it to you with all the adoration he has for you. ♡ even better when you realize how big he is. how he can easily pick you up and fuck you silly in mid air if he really wanted to. even better, how massive his fucking dick is, enough to make your mouth water just by the thought of it.
“e-erwin!” you whined, watching your husband’s face as he stared down at you. a gaze full of softness and love, a stark contrast to how he was treating you. a smile to his wife while fucking her slutty pussy like an attention deprived whore. “how did i get so lucky? what did i do to deserve such a beautiful girl as my wife..” he breathily chuckled, fucking into you at a slightly faster pace. erwin started down at you, from your flustered smile to your breasts and stuffed cunt, every last detail on you brought him closer to the edge. “good girl..my good girl. you deserve every inch i give you..”
➸ levi ackerman.
contrary to popular belief, levi isn’t the mean and rough dom many make him out to be (still adore that levi tho!) but rather, a gentle and passionate type of dom. he’s not the most romantic, but oh boy, when he is..buckle up. this man will treat you like your his final meal on death row, savoring every inch of flesh you have on your body. kissing you from your lips to your clit, muttering sweet nothings while pumping his slender fingers inside your cunny. he sings his praises when he’s balls deep in you, calling you names like ‘princess’ and ‘darling’, anything that fills your stomach with butterflies if its not his cock. your legs are already trembling from his voice alone, not helping the fact his groans are fuckin’ perfection.
“settle down princess, i barely did a thing.” levi carassed your breast with one hand while finger fucking you with the other. all he needed was two fingers and his wrist as he flicked it with a quickened pace that almost forced your thighs shut from shock and pleasure. while your mouth was closed, tiny whines still manage to spill through as your husband’s thumb moved it’s way to your clit, adding to the overstimulation. with his other hand, he tugged and played with your nipple while letting go just to take a gentle squeeze to your whole breast. you’re thighs shook as your orgasms reaches closer and you grabbed the coller of levi’s loose shirt for support. “‘s becoming too much princess? you wanna cum all over my fingers?” he spoke in a gentle and low tone, making you nod eagerly to his question. “How cute, shit—if only I could do this everyday.”
➸ armin arlot.
armin armin armeeen! <3 you already know what kind of man he is. his partner’s pleasure is a priority he takes very seriously, from letting you choose the position to making sure you orgasm first before he spills his seed inside you. he gives you princess treatment even after sex, not letting up until you knock out from exhaustion. he fucks you like your a goddess, hitting every sensitive spot in your while singing his praises. he wants, no, needs to see you cum around his cock as it’ll make the night worth it. he won’t lie, seeing you whimpering and shamelessly getting off to him servicing you never fails to push him over the edge and nearly fuck a baby in you. this man is a keeper!
“t-this good enough for you..?” armin sighed, watching you take in his dick inch by inch until you’ve completely sat down on it. “y-yeah..fuck you’re huge..!” you whined out, grabbed his thighs and trying your best to move while the overwhelming pleasure had you shaking. the blonde placed his hands on the plush of your hips, firmly holding it as he lifted you up from his cock before slamming you back down on it. a yelp tore from your throat, nails digging into the flesh of his thigh and your eyes screwed shut from the sharp pleasure. “right there! armin fuck..!” you mewl as he guided your hips, slamming his cock in and out of you at the pace you desired the most. his blue eyes peered through his bangs as he grew redder and redder from the expression you wore so beautifully. mouth parted open in an ‘o’ shape with slightly arched eyebrows, pink washed over your face with red sitting right on your cheeks. fuck, he was insatiable. “yes..just like that love, just like you wanted. always taking it like the good girl you are. ♡”
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ee congrats.
What about a blurb or headcanons, whichever u want i suppose, of fake dating with Frank Castle having to infiltrate something or another? ^_^
Faking It.
frank castle x female reader
warnings - cursing. allusions to sex.
written for my 5k celebration - post here, masterlist here, inbox here.
He’s got his hand on your ass.
Sure, the two of you are playing a couple, undercover in a Mr & Mrs Smith style mission. But surely there’s a thousand other places he could put his hand.
You look at him with a scowl on your face and he winks, all cheeky and boyish. Heat crawls its way up your skin, and you beg yourself to calm down. It’s fake. It’s all pretend.
When you enter the ballroom of the gala, it’s packed with people. Frank winds a hand around the back of your neck, steering you in the right direction. It shouldn’t be as hot as it is.
You’re laughing and playing fake niceties to an old couple at the bar. They’re telling you how beautifully in love you look, and all you can do is rest your head on Frank’s shoulder and sigh wistfully as they coo. He pulls you into him with a hand on your ass, and you resist the urge to elbow him in the ribs. He knows he’s riling you up. That’s why he’s doing it.
It’s becoming a game, now. Who can wind the other person up more.
Frank is sat on a fancy leather couch, sweet talking a middle aged woman in a long purple dress. You approach, and take the spot right on his lap, wiggling your hips to get comfortable. He hisses in your ear, fake smile still on his face, and the satisfaction you feel is unparalleled.
You’re out in the hallway coming up with a plan when two men walk past, eyeing you suspiciously. You do what any logical woman would do - smash your lips to Franks and hope he doesn’t question it. He kisses you back with much more passion than necessary, one hand around your neck and the other one on your stomach, pushing you backwards into the wall. You bite his lip as hard as you can and he groans, all deep and pretty, and you’re starting to think this plan has backfired massively.
“Damn, girl.��
“Had to think on my feet.”
“Don’t think your feet were the body part you were thinkin’ with.”
You punch his arm as hard as you can, laughing when he grabs it in pain.
“Let’s get that fucking info and get out of here. I’m sick of everyone telling me how handsome my husband is.”
“He is though, isn’t he?” he teases as he grabs your hand, walking back into the crowds of people unaware of your scheme.
Your fingers stay intertwined for the rest of the evening. He squeezes every now and again, once or twice, and you figure out the code pretty quickly. It’s a silent communication, and it works. In no time, you’ve got what you needed, slipping out of the front door and down the huge winding driveway.
You snatch your hand away, and smack his ass as hard as you physically can.
“What the fuck was that for?”
“Revenge. You grabbed my ass way more than necessary tonight.”
He laughs, and you hate the way it makes you smile.
“Good kiss, by the way.”
“Hmm?”
“You’re a good kisser. Even if you did draw blood.”
“I’m about to draw a lot fuckin’ more if you don’t shut up, Frank.”
He chuckles, throwing an arm around your shoulders.
“Might suggest we play a couple every time we go undercover. This is kinda fun.”
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SOMEONE GIMME MULTI-LINGUAL JED AND OCTAVIUS PLEASE
I NEED IT.
JED AT THE VERY LEAST KNOWS SPANISH AND ENGLISH IF NOT ALSO MANDARIN BECAUSE OF THE RAILROAD. LIKE, Y’ALL, HE CANONICALLY ON SOME LEVEL ACTUALLY KNOWS SPANISH
“No comprendo, amigo!” HE SHOUTS THAT AT THE AUGUSTUS BUST. IS THE ACCENT SHIT? YES. BUT IM CHALKING THAT UP TO ACTORS CHOICE CAUSE GUESS WHAT. HE CONJUGATED IT FUCKIN CORRECTLY.
GIMME JED SPEAKING IN ENGLISH COMPLETELY NORMAL BUT THEN HIS BRAIN DECIDES TO FORGET THE WORD IN ENGLISH SO HE JUST STOPS FOR A MOMENT AND STARES AT NOTHING, SO HE JUST SAYS IT IN SPANISH AND OCTAVIUS JUST STARES AT HIM LIKE ‘…tf?’ BUT THEN THEY GO TO CARRY ON THE CONVERSATION AND LIKE HALF A BEAT LATER JED JUST SHOUTS THE WORD IN ENGLISH CAUSE HE REMEMBERS IT NOW. LIKE:
“I mean, I ain’t ever seen such a mess! Hell we even had to get a new… uh…”
“…”
“…”
“Jedediah?”
“…mesa…”
“…mesa?”
“I… can’t remember it in English right now… but I’m sure it’ll come back to me… uhm, anyways, yeah we had to get a new one of those, which sucks cause it was the only good one in that tavern! I ain’t ever seen such a brawl, I mean- TABLE!”
“Jupiter- Jedediah what the fu-”
“That’s the word! Table! Alright, we’re good now, as I was sayin-”
AND OCTAVIUS? DUDE IS A FUCKIN ROMAN GENERAL, SO NOT ONLY DOES HE KNOW LATIN, BUT HE IS ALSO LIKELY FLUENT IN GREEK. SO ENGLISH IS HIS FUCKIN THIRD LANGUAGE
SO YOUR TELLING ME, THERE HAS NEVER BEEN ONE SINGLE MOMENT IN BOTH CANON CONTENT AND NON-CANON CONTENT WHERE OCTAVIUS FORGETS THE WORD IN ENGLISH SO HE COMES UP WITH SOME BATSHIT CRAZY SOUNDING DESCRIPTION OR MAKES A SOUND EFFECT AND JED JUST HAS TO TRY TO FUCKIN GUESS WHAT HE MEANS.
“Hey Octy, did ya see where lil’ Ted went?”
“Yeah he went on the- the um- the horse tornado.”
“…what?”
“You know, the horse tornado.”
“…do you mean the ‘Carousel’?”
“That’s the word! Yes, the Carousel, yes.”
OR
“He went on the… Jed how you say *makes helicopter noises*”
“…oh! Helicopter.”
“Yes! That.”
AND I WANT IT TO GET TO THE POINT WHERE JED STARTS GETTING IT FIRST TRY NO HESITATION WHILE EVERYONE ELSE IS LIKE “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DID I JUST WITNESS, HOW DID YOU GET ‘PEN’ FROM HIM SAYING ‘BLEEDING INK STICK’”
And even better. I want Jed learning Latin for Octavius once he finds out English is his third language. Because if Octavius learned his first language, then he’ll be damned if he doesn’t do the same for Octavius.
I BEG OF THEE, PLEASE
(Edit: yes I know that Jedediah Strong Smith irl knew some/the basics of Latin lmao, what I meant by 'learn Latin' was work to become fluent in it like how Octavius is fluent in English, my bad for not explaining more clearly lol)
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Can I request NSFW with Four?
YES.
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, some fluff
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Assisting in the Forge wasn't easy work, which you were expecting. Despite traveling with the Chain, you helped out in the shop whenever you were back in Four's Hyrule, as you could both repair any broken weapons faster and get some extra rupees for the Chain.
It was nearing the end of the day, the sun setting over Castle Town steadily. You were exhausted, you burnt your hands at least twice today and spent over three hours separating metals into boxes.
Washing your hands in the sink, you sigh for what felt like the umpteenth time today. You hear the creak of the door, signaling that Four came back from talking to a customer or the head Blacksmith.
Turning around, you smile at him as you dry you hands on the apron, hands still covered in soot, dirt, or whatever other dust that never seemed to leave your skin, no matter how much soap and water you used.
"All good?"
"Yeah. Somebody was just picking up an order they had placed a few weeks ago. All done with work?"
You sigh, "Yeah, uh, just let me put away a few tools and we can head back to the others. We leave tomorrow, so should we bring our supplies back to everyone tomorrow, or...?"
Four shrugs, "Eh, we can just stop by tomorrow morning before we leave, that way we won't have to drag like... fifteen swords and cleavers..."
You laugh, turning back to the table in front of you, taking the cloth hanging from your apron to wipe down the range of tools. It was therapeutic, in a way.
You hear Four's breathing behind you, piquing your interest at his sudden quiet demeanor. Not taking your eyes of your task, you ask, "What's up, baby?"
You feel his hands on your waist, slightly squeezing your plush hips. He's not quite tall enough to place his chin on your shoulder, so he leans his forehead against the top of your back.
"Mm, just miss you."
You chuckle, "I'm right here, I've been with you all day."
"You know that's not what I meant."
You frown in confusion, turning around to face him, "What do you-oh. Oh."
His hands were on either side of your hips, eyes unqavering from yours. They seemed hungry, yet soft, for you.
You bite your lip, averting his gaze, "Why don't we-uh, let me finish up real quick and we can head back to the inn... back to my room."
He just gives you a slow, sensual kiss on your lips.
Alright then.
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"G-gah! Four wait-"
"I've been waiting all fuckin' day, Princess."
He pushes you onto the bed, your hair splaying out around you like a halo. Like a goddess, he thinks. He sits on you, kissing under the shell of your ear, nipping the lobe lightly. His hands never leave your form, tugging at your top.
"Even with soot and dirt on you, you look perfect. Like you were made for me, baby."
You keen at his praises. Something about the way he praised your very existence made you more in love with him.
"Four, I need-"
"What, baby? Use your words."
"Mm- more. Please!"
He chuckles darkly, hands coming under your top and slipping it off of you, tossing it behind the two of you. He takes both of your breasts in his hands, squeezing the soft mounds. He brushes his thumb pads over your nipples, the roughness from smithing leaving a delicious texture.
"F-fuck. That feels so good, Four."
"I can tell, Princess. Take of your pants for me, you know I love it when you're bare f'me."
Under his piercing gaze, you slip off your leggings, his hands immediately latching onto your flesh once the pesky fabric was gone. He kisses his way down your body, sucking lightly at your skin every so often.
He noses your clothed heat, eyes locked onto yours. He then licks your heat, eyes watching your face. You try to keep yourself composed, but a whimper escapes your throat.
A dark chuckle leaves his throat, "Aww, that was so cute. Let's see how many more of those you can do for me, Princess."
#twilite answers#linked universe x reader#yandere linked universe#yandere linked universe x reader#linked universe au#linked universe headcanons
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Imagine Jason giving Eddie shit for having his hair pulled back into a bun and the shit eating grin he would give Jason as he says “ladies love looking at a pretty face when you go down your poor girl if you don’t know that”
Side note you single handed feed my perv Eddie addiction so thank you for doing the lords work
(ur welcome for perv!eddie <3 he exists bc of perv!muerta lmao. also i took some liberties and aged everyone up bc i'm grown and love to self indulge. and i also made it hopper!reader bc it's my party and i'll cry if i want to)
18+ minors don't look
You don't mind still living with your family. Your little siblings are cool, your dad doesn't charge you rent (which is important when you're saving money to move across the country), and your stepmom makes a kickass casserole.
The only thing that sucks is living across the street from Jason Carver, the dickhead jock from your high school years who moved in a few months ago with his newlywed bride. They aren't bad neighbors, and his wife is actually very nice (which makes you feel sorry for her, having to be married to that monster), you just fucking hate him. He used to call you fat and write rude graffiti about you in bathroom stalls, and he once felt you up in the crush to leave the gym after a pep rally.
Not to mention the time he rallied an angry mob to try and lynch your boyfriend.
The same boyfriend who's still very much alive, leaned over the front of your car with his hair knotted at the nape of his neck, trying to figure out why you can't start your engine. You lean against the driver's side door and just gaze at him, admiring the sheen of sweat that sticks his fringe to his brow and the poke of his tongue between his lips, the furrow of concentration on his face.
God, he's sexy. And god, you can't wait to get out of Hawkins and have him all to yourself.
"You're eyefucking me again," Eddie drawls, leaning into the car to poke at something.
"And you hate it so much you wore a crop top to stop me," you tease.
He smirks, glancing up at you through his lashes.
"We're gonna have to tow it to the shop," he announces, pulling his bandana from his back pocket to wipe his hands clean of grease. "Don't have the right tools here."
You groan, rolling back onto the door.
"That's gonna seriously cut into our moving budget," you whine. "Can't you just use duct tape or something?"
Eddie chuckles as he strolls to your side, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to pull you in for a kiss.
"The owner of Smith's Towing owes me a favor," he tells you. "I'll see if I can call it in. And you know you can always pay me in head..."
You giggle, taking his face in your hands as he leans in for another kiss, tongue swiping at your lower lip. You're just about to start sucking serious face, maybe even grope him through his jeans, when your friendly neighborhood psychopath takes it upon himself to ruin the mood.
"I'm surprised she lets you kiss her looking like that, Munson," Jason jeers from across the street, having just come back from a run. "You look like a fuckin' pussy in that getup."
Eddie sneers, grumbling under his breath before putting on his best "fuck you, too" smile and raising his middle finger at him, tucking you in close to his hip.
"I'm surprised your wife lets you kiss her with that nasty ass mouth," you quip back. "Bet you taste real bitter."
If there's one thing you'll never not enjoy, it's Jason Carver seething over the fact that you, a little helpless woman, always have the wits to shut him up.
"My wife wouldn't be caught dead with a man like that," he spits. "If you can even call him that, with his hair like that."
"What, your wife didn't tell you?" Eddie chimes in. "Women like to see your face when you eat them out. That poor girl probably hasn't had an orgasm in her life. Least not from you."
Jason's on him in a flash, crossing the pavement in a matter of three strides and grabbing Eddie by the collar of his shirt. You're between them before either can throw a punch, grabbing a wrench from Eddie's open tool kit and holding it to Jason's face.
"Knock it off, jackasses," you snap. "You're grown fucking men. Get a grip."
Eddie relaxes, holding up his hands and taking a step back. Jason spits onto the sidewalk, also moving away.
"Listen to your whore, Munson," he mutters. "Too weak to keep the little bitch in line."
Eddie snaps. He pushes past you before you have time to react, taking Jason by the throat and landing a blow to the man's cheek. The rings on his fingers hit like brass knuckles. You manage to get a hold of him before he can do much damage, Eddie spitting in Jason's face as you haul him backward.
"You talk about her like that again and it's your life, Carver," Eddie growls. "You hear me? I'll rip you to fucking shreds."
The threat is so serious it startles even you.
Jason wipes the blood from his face onto his sleeve, eyes wide with terror as he scuttles up his driveway and through his front door. Eddie stretches his fingers, knuckles raw from the force of his punches.
"Way to not look like a murderer, Eddie," you deadpan.
"That fucker already thinks I am," he hisses. "Might as well scare him off. He speaks to you like that again, I'll kill him. And your dad'll help me hide the body."
You want to argue but you can't. Jim Hopper would hide a body if it were the body of a man who insulted you.
#eddie munson#eddie asks#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson drabble#eddie munson x hopper!reader#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you
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Boys’ Night: The Van der Linde Boys X Male Reader
Dutch Van der Linde, Arthur Morgan, Charles Smith, Bill Williamson, Micah Bell, Sean MacGuire, Kieran Duffy, Javier Esquella
Fictober Prompt: Day 31, Orgy
Pronouns: None Mentioned
Physical Sex: AMAB
Rating: E/Smut
Warnings: Orgy, threesomes, kissing, anal fingering, anal sex, oral sex, blow jobs, rough sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, Sean’s drunken mind, marking, viagra-esc tonics, almost everyone is passed around to everyone else, Reader takes both top and bottom roles
Summary: Sean has an idea that leads most of the boys in the gang to a damn fun time.
Sean, in his mildly drunken wisdom, decided that a boys’ night needs more than just poker, five finger filet, and songs. With most of the older folks and women out of camp for a special con, Sean knows his only hindrance might be Dutch. So he enlists the best sycophant he’s ever met.
“Can’t tell me it won’t be fun.” Sean grins. “All a’ us-“
“I ain’t gonna be a part a’ some invert orgy.” Micah mutters.
Sean leans closer. “Oh, really? Even if a certain cowpoke’s involved?”
Micah glares up at Sean from his seat by the scout fire, then follows the Irishman’s eyes to the filet table. There you stand, arms crossed as you watch Morgan and Marston play. And Micah might be able to turn it down, let his senses say no again, but then Dutch leans a little closer and whispers something in your ear. Micah’s head swims with lewd images of the two men he finds himself pining for in his alone time despite his best efforts.
“Fine.” He snaps, holstering his gun and glaring at Sean. “But ain’t no one ta know ‘bout this, understand that?”
Sean grins with a little chuckle. “Ya mean ‘side from the boys fuckin’ ya?”
Micah’s fists clench at his sides, but he stops himself from punching Sean. He’s in too deep at this point, half hard in his pants and more frustrated than he’s ever been. “Shut yer damn mouth, cowboy, ‘for I decide ta leave ya with blue balls.”
Sean puts his hands up, giggling to himself. “Got it, big man.”
Micah stomps off and Sean watches him carefully. The blond makes his way over to Dutch, coaxing him away from the table and back to the fire. This might be easier than he thought.
Dutch is skeptical at first, concerned about how the gang might take such a proposition. But with Micah’s easy words, Sean watches the gang leader become so much more comfortable with the idea of the gang doing this for bonding and morale.
And the word spreads fast.
Folks are a little nervous at first, shuffling and unsure. Plenty of pining goes around camp on the average day, but being given the green light is a little daunting. So, Dutch being Dutch, he makes the first move. Shedding the hat from the blond’s head, Dutch pulls Micah into a kiss by the collar of his shirt. Most of the gang watches as he walks Micah back into the filet table and lets his hands wander. Sean gets the next burst of confidence, practically lunging to kiss Lenny. John bursts out laughing when they fall onto the ground together, but he’s silenced quickly by Javier. Then Bill sheepishly cups Kieran’s face before the former O’Driscoll puts his arms over Bill’s shoulders and kisses him as if he’s been waiting to for years. It’s only yourself, Charles, and Arthur left standing in the midst of the mess, looking around at the others of the gang in various states of intimacy and undress.
Arthur clears his throat, the red of his face only getting worse as he glances around. “Well… suppose…”
You look over at him, those pretty eyes staring back at you. “You…uh, you wanna…?”
There’s a weight on your shoulder and you turn to see Charles, his other hand held out towards Arthur. The workhorse dips his head, his hat hiding his face as he steps forward and takes Charles’s hand.
“We could go somewhere a little private.” Charles suggests, nodding towards Arthur’s tent.
The thought is comforting, making your pounding heart calm a bit. Most others have simply started at their partners where they happened to fall. Only Bill and Kieran have moved behind the chuck wagon. Sean nearly has Lenny out of his pants on the ground, Javier is shamelessly grinding into John against the tree, Dutch has Micah surprisingly whimpering at the attention he gets, Charles simply leads you and a bashful Arthur away from the others.
Arthur sits on his cot, rubbing a hand down his face as he takes a breath. You don’t blame him given the circumstances.
“We don’t have to.” Charles says, sitting next to him with a kind hand on his shoulder. “Just because Dutch said it would be a good idea, doesn’t make it true.”
Arthur shakes his head. “No… I been…” He sighs. “Been wantin’ somethin; fer a while.” His hand reaches up to hold Charles’s on his shoulder, his eyes finding yours as they scrunch from a smile. “Guess I got a dirty mind.”
You chuckle lightly at the joke, happily taking Charles’s hand again as he pulls you into his lap. Charles kisses you softly, one of his hands on your waist. You gasp, pulling back slightly, when he starts to rut against you with a half-hard dick. Arthur has moved behind Charles, kissing at his neck while his hands lift up his shirt. Charles’s chest is broad and built, firm to the touch when you rest your hands on him. You watch Arthur’s hand move, twisting into your shirt to pull you forward. You’re pressed flush against Charles as Arthur kisses you over the other man’s shoulder. It’s Charles’s turn to give neck kisses now, his hands firmly holding your hips so you grind down into him.
“I want ya.” Arthur mutters against your lips. “Ya wanna fuck me, partner?”
You nod, kissing him again.
“What do you want from me?” Charles asks, his hand tilting Arthurs head so they can look at each other over his shoulder.
Arthur’s breath hitches as he looks at the man. “I… I wanna suck ya off, Charles.”
Charles smiles and that in itself is a slight. “Of course you do.”
The three of you move, hands guiding and wandering as clothes are shed. In the distance, Sean can be heard begging and groaning, there’s some curse shouted in Spanish, and the camp echos with skin slapping skin and the slurping, popping, and smacking of spit. It’s all overwhelming and you try to focus on what’s in front of you.
Arthur’s on his back, Charles nearly sitting on his chest as his dick is sucked. You’ve already spread Arthur’s legs, the tube of gun oil feeling heavy in your hand. You open it quickly, spilling half of it before getting your fingers covered and entering Arthur. In front of you, Charles throws his head back with a deep groan as his hips begin to stutter and fuck into Arthur’s mouth. You can’t help your free hand pumping yourself as you watch, your other scissoring Arthur open. It’s premature, you know it is, but you can’t take it anymore. You should stretch him more, but your dick aches in your hand and you retract your hands to grip Arthur’s hips instead.
You press into him and hear a muffled moan as Charles shivers from the vibrations it brings. Both of you still, giving Arthur time. You watch his hand grip at Charles’s hip, pulling him forward. Charles sits up, propping himself on the box behind Arthur’s cot so he can get the proper angle to fuck down into Arthur’s mouth. You start your pace, rough and fast like Charles. Arthur’s legs shake as he wraps them around your waist, his hand squeezing at Charles’s ass. You wish you could see their faces, but you can imagine. Charles’s is likely twisted in pleasure and concentration, Arthur’s might be slobbery and tear stained.
It’s Arthur that comes first, his dick untouched as it releases a flood of cum onto his stomach, a few spurts hitting Charles’s ass. Arthur’s body goes still as he whines, being used as a set of holes by now. Charles is next and you watch the bounce of his ass lose its nice rhythm as he shoots his release down Arthur’s throat. Charles seems to bury himself deep and Arthur grips his hips as he swallows what he’s given. You double your efforts, wanting to fill Arthur from both ends. You gaze falls downwards to watch yourself fuck into Arthur’s tight hole. Charles catches you off guard, tilting your head up for a kiss as he straddles Arthur’s stomach. His hand reaches down, passing your furious thrusting to fondle at your balls as they bounce off of Arthur. The heat builds fast and you release just as Charles bites at your lip.
When you let go of Arthur’s hips, he falls back down to his cot completely. Charles continues to kiss you as you pull out, smiling into it. You can hear Arthur’s labored breaths beneath you and you’re so in your own head that you don’t register the footsteps.
“Mind if I try somethin’, fellas?”
You turn from Charles to see Micah leaning against Arthur’s shaving stand. He only has his red shirt on, half buttoned, and a smirk rests on his face. Charles’s hand has yet to leave your balls and you feel him squeezing slightly as his other turns your head back to him for another kiss, silently telling you to ignore Micah.
“Aw, come on, Smith.” Micah drawls. “Lemme have a turn.”
Charles pulls back, his lips wetted and dark from all the kissing. “A turn?”
You hear Micah take a step forward and Charles moves fast. He leaves you and you nearly fall onto Arthur, only just catching yourself before collision. You look over your shoulder to watch Charles push Micah down to bend over Arthur’s weapon’s chest. A new pool of heat starts when Charles sucks on his fingers before shoving them into Micah, eliciting a moan from the older man.
“Shit…” Arthur mutters under you.
You turn to look down at him, chuckling. “Don’t think it’s what he had in mind.”
Arthur smirks. “Yeah, I doubt it.”
His hand finds the back of your neck and pulls you down for a kiss. Micah’s whimpers and curses fill the tent and you feel yourself getting hard again. Arthur grunts against you, pressing up until he brushes his dick to yours.
“‘m gettin’ too old fer this.” He mutters, blushing at his still soft dick.
Behind you, Micah gasps and you look back to watch him bury his face in his arm as Charles enters him roughly. Charles thrusts like a beast, fucking every last pathetic noise he can out of Micah. Kind of serves him right.
“C-Charlie…” Micah gasps, his voice light and breathless. “Ah! Fuck…”
Arthur hisses, his hand wrapping around his dick and trying to get himself going again. You trail your hand down, helping him stroke himself, but to no avail. After a few seconds a bottle lands beside Arthur on the cot, a tonic bottle. You look up as Arthur cranes his neck in the same direction. Standing to the side is Bill, a timid looking Kieran right behind him. Both of them are bare besides a blanket draped over Kieran’s shoulders.
“It helps.” Bill mutters, his eyes trailing over to watch Charles and Micah for a moment. “Works fer whiskey dick at least.”
Arthur looks the other outlaw up and down strangely. “Thanks.”
Bill clears his throat. “Ya wanna trade, Morgan?”
You look down at Arthur who glances between you and Kieran. He catches your nod before looking at Bill. “Sure.”
Kieran steps forward, a sheepish grin on his face. You give Arthur a final kiss before standing. As you pass him, you chance giving Kieran a kiss and he accepts it, melting into you for the few seconds it lasts. When you pull away and turn to Bill, the large man has taken himself in his hand at the sight. Your eyes catch on that motion, swallowing thickly at the size, nearly as big as Charles. You find the sense to step closer to Bill and kiss him. Behind you, Kieran squeaks from something and Arthur mumbles an apology. Bill’s hands find your hips, pulling you against him well enough to smush your dicks together between your stomachs.
Charles practically growls behind you and you hear Micah gasp again. “How’s that for a darkie, Micah?”
There’s a thud and you imagine Charles let Micah go or maybe even threw him on the ground. A few beats later, Sean calls out to Charles with a drunken shake to his voice. Bill pulls you with him, keeping his lips busy on your neck until he turns you around to bend you over Staruss’s little table. Bill fumbles, finding a tonic on the ground and pouring it over his hand before he pushes his fingers inside. You spread your legs for him, raising your ass a bit now that you’ve lost whatever care for shame you had at the start of all of this.
“Gentlemen.” Dutch greets, settling himself against the tree behind the two of you. “Don’t mind me.”
Bill’s finger’s stall for a moment, likely nervous about fucking someone in front of his boss, but he continues after a few seconds. You try not to think about Dutch watching you, feeling that same set of performance nerves. Bill fumbles more as he moves, spreading your ass cheeks apart with one hand as he guides himself inside. Both of you groan as he enters and pushes himself in fully. Bill leans forward, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before he starts thrusting. You fix your feet steady on the ground when the table under you shakes from the combined weight. Bill’s thrusts are moderate and steady, hitting deep and brushing heavenly every time.
There’s a small groan, sounding like Kieran, that makes you shiver when you think about what Arthur is doing to him. A few more thrusts from Bill makes you grip the table tighter as your legs feel shaky. Then there’s a shout of Spanish with Charles’s name mixed in. Bill’s hands wander up your body a bit, caressing your sides as he keeps up his steady fucking. A low groan reminds you that Dutch is watching and you have half a mind to look back at him, but Bill picks up his speed and you bury your face into your arm instead. Bill’s climax pumps you full, the trickling feeling distinct as his dick already starts to push the excess out with a few final thrusts.
Only a moment after Bill has stepped back there are hands on your hips. Sean pulls you to him, falling to his knees in front of you and taking you in his mouth too fast for you to think. Your hands go to his soft hair and he relents immediately, letting you fuck his mouth without question.
“Arthur!” Kieran cries somewhere in the background.
Behind you, hands grip your hips as kisses are pressed to your neck. The tickle of a mustache tells you it’s likely Javier, but you’re too occupied with fucking Sean’s willing mouth to think further. You release for the second time, letting Sean take everything you have. In the midst of your high, Javier presses inside of you and starts fucking without inhabition. His hands on your waist hold you still, his lips beginning to suck in a mark to your neck. Sean stands, grinning at you before he runs over to Arthur and all but jumps on the older man’s dick. Javier wraps his arms around you, filling your ears with mumbled Spanish that is slurred by ecstasy.
Your eyes move around camp, finding several things to admire. Bill has Micah in his lap, stroking him with one hand and fingering him with another. John and Lenny each have each other in hand as they kiss, Charles watching them from the campfire. Dutch has Kieran on the ground, fucking him roughly as he mutters about O’Driscolls but Kieran moans all the same. Arthur stares from afar, Sean bouncing on his dick as he watches the sight of Javier finally burying himself deep and mixing his cum deep inside of you with Bill’s.
“You’re so warm, cariño.” Javier mutters in your ear before he chuckles. “Who’re you seeing next?”
“Not sure.” You take a few breaths. “Haven’t seen half of them yet.”
Javier pulls himself out, causing the mixed cum to leak out. “John’s a good hole, dirty mouth too.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
You turn in time for Javier to kiss you before he heads over to Arthur, teasing words spilling out as he climbs onto the older man’s lap to replace a spent Sean. When you turn back, Dutch is a few feet away. He beckons, gesturing to the ground and some part of wanting to please your boss makes you sink to your knees without question. Dutch guides his dick to your lips and, once again, you don’t hesitate. You only get a few bobs in before Dutch clutches at your head, beginning to use you without care.
“Shit!” Bill yells, not sounding pleased. “Wagons!”
Dutch pulls you off and you turn your head to peer through the trees. Glimpses of horses, a few colorful dresses… shit indeed. Everyone scrambles, hiding in tents, pulling clothes back on, trying to clean up cum from various surfaces. You all but fall into your tent, rummaging for at least a union suit or some kind of underwear. Pants, you find pants and pull them on.
“Dutch…” Hosea calls. “What’s gone on here?”
From your tent you can see Bill hiding behind a tree, not a thing covering him. Dutch comes out of his tent, somehow fully dressed, and greets Hosea as if he hasn’t fucked half of his men in the last hour. Miss Grimshaw looks around, sniffing with a crease in her brow for a moment. She’s distracted by Tilly asking a question and you take the opportunity to grab the union suit you know to be Bill’s on the ground in front of you before running over to him in the trees.
“Owe ya.” He mutters, pulling on the covering.
You nod, turning to leave, but Bill catches your arm and pulls you closer to kiss your cheek. You give him a smile before circling around the trees, acting like you’d gone out to piss. Passing Lenny and Sean hiding out by the lake with a single fishing pole as an excuse, you sneak as best you can to Arthur’s tent. As if expecting you, a half dressed Arthur with a bulge in his pants, hands you the clothes you’d shed earlier. You dress the rest of the way next to the munitions, eyes checking for onlookers on occasion.
The camp settles, the secret kept. Everything is well and most of the boys have elected not to bring it up, others whisper and snicker about it. It’s dark when Micah sits next to you and you look at him, finding flushed cheeks for only a moment before he kisses you. It’s surprisingly soft despite the chapped and bruised lips. He pulls back, glancing to see if anyone saw before looking back at you with a sparkle in his blue eyes.
“Didn’t get the chance, cowpoke.”
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𝑼𝒏𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚
Ft : Ran Haitani, Wakasa Imaushi,Taiju Shiba, Rindou Haitani.
𝑴𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚'𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒕, 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒑, 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚...
Warning : Cheating on their wives ( you are the mistress) , age gap, 18+ minors DNI. This is inspired by Sam Smith's unholy, listen for better experience.
Ran Haitani :
It would be a cold day in hell to get Ran Haitani to lose control. Ran, the dangerous Yakuza, almost the Christian Gray type of scary gentleman. Impressive as getting all the mouths watering behind him, imposing, magnificent, many envied the pretty, classy, older lady waiting for him at home with a succulent dinner plate.
Many but not you.
-" shit, take it slower, angel".
Though being one of the fastest at jogging, he could not catch up with the rhythm of your hips riding his length to your outstanding pace. And it was indeed a cold day in hell.
His lavender eyes were hooded, whilst watching, mesmerized by your body, as a perfect ship riding his heat waves, rolling above him. His hands roamed around each inch of your skin, wishing he could just imprint the texture on his digits.
-" Already tired, daddy ? " The chuckle leaving your mouth made him want to pin you to the bed and simply ruin you, but then there's just your pretty face, your teasing smile, and your perfect tits facing him that had him groaning at the feeling of your walls clenching around him.
-" Tell me, can she ride you the way I do ?" You whisper against his ear, knowingly pressing your chest to his.
Ran thew his head back, shame being only water under the bridge, the memory of his greedy wife left on the front porch of your house. In a bold move, you cupped his cheeks and faced that intimidating gaze many young girls as you should fear.
-" Tell your good girl, daddy. " The desperation in your voice, along with the small moans you were trying to hide under a confident voice made his cock twitch inside you. " tell her no one can fuck you like she does, doesn't your baby girl deserve it ?"
-" Fuck " his calloused hands gripped your hips tighter, an animalistic light taking place in his hues. " No pussy's good as yours, angel. Dontcha see how hard y'get me ? "
-" missed being inside ya, so fuckin' much... That's it, princess. Show me you can take daddy's cock... Shit, better than anyone else-"
Indeed, many were envy-green seeing Ran Haitani's wife riding his Limbo on her way to the hairs saloon. But not you.
Because at the new born dawn, at the threshold of that unholy paradise that witnessed his most passionate nights, the infamous Ran Haitani would find trouble letting go of your lips.
-" Wanna stay... " He'd whisper, forehead against yours. And from the top of his early thirties, Ran would watch you steal his heartbeats again, pulling away and smiling at him.
-" can't hide anymore. I need more... More of you than just random nights-"
But you cut him off, because it's complicated, because you know better...
-" Go home, Ran. "
And you'd close the door on the deepening expression of his face, although Ran Haitani was not one to fall, although you've got that womanizer wrapped around your finger.
You close the door because that love shall remain a secret outside those walls.
Wakasa Imaushi :
He never thought he'd ever be the type to settle down, to build a home. But he was getting older, and he'd had it all, strength, glorious years, a decent job currently, and a sense of longing emptiness. Marriage came in after the first kid, so it goes.
He would not blame his wife for the lack of life in his days, Wakasa never really found excitement in other than gang fights anyway. No she really was trying, she even went as to hire a babysitter so they could go out more often, spice it up.
And the adrenaline eventually came.
Wearing short skirts and lipgloss... And God, he felt unworthy, after all his wife's efforts, a college girl almost half her age...
But you see, the babysitter's eyes were so fetching, the babysitter's touches were lingering, she was life itself, reckless, fearless, she exuded bliss and though Wakasa was an expert at hiding the undead bodies of his lust behind his bored eyes, he could not deny the goosebumps awakening his skin whenever she accidentally brush her hips against his everytime she passes by him.
Currently sitting at a fancy restaurant's table with his wife, plates nearly untouched since boredom was eating him alive, his eyes lit up along with the notification on his phone.
-" Gotta take this one " he warned his caring wife, who simply sighed and nodded.
And only behind the restroom's closed doors, Wakasa opened the message from you, feeling the heat rushing to his body and widening his eyes.
Just you, your naked body laying on his bed, only covered by his Brahman's jacket, and a beloved lollipop of him in your pretty glossy lips.
-" Holy shit-"
And as the longing flame erased an inferno of desire beneath his guts, he received an attached text.
Hope you don't mind me eating your candy, daddy.
So how was he supposed not to succumb ? Hand tightening around his shaft, pathetically cursing your name in a fancy restaurant's restroom, yearning for your heat under his cold hands.
-" this... bitch's gonna be the end of me"
Rindou Haitani
Rindou was no Sano Manjiro, no Bonten's second either. His words didn't weighed as heavy as Ran's, nor did he bring as much money as Kokonoi.
Therefore, when one of the members needed to marry a Yakuza partner's daughter to conclude some kind of truce between the two mafias and his name was thrown in suggestion, he could only nod.
Yes, even though the wife was insufferable, a primadonna, a spoiled daddy's girl, a thirty two woman with the mental age of a teen, his word again, weighed nothing.
So he took it, his job was taking most of his time anyway, and sex was not bad, things weren't as bad as they seemed, were they ?
Well until that luxurious Christmas family dinner your aunt invited you at, everything shone blinding, aristocracy and your crowd's anxiety sending you right to the closest room. It was rather empty, apart from a DJ setup that seemed interesting, and as you were checking the playlists-
-" What ya doin' here ?"
You knew him for being your aunt's new husband, in his Yves saint Laurent suit and his black shirt, purple hues and hair, an intimidating, yet another Yakuza in that twisted family.
-" I'm sorry, was just... "
-" d'you like it ?" He gestured toward the playlist on the screen, and since that small inaugurating conversation, family dinners were interesting.
You were so less than his wife... Younger, much less experienced. And so much more than her, more true, with so much more to say than the latest Balenciaga show, much more bewitching laughter and as many dangerous thoughts as him, so much more love to give...
And that's the thing about you and Rindou Haitani, a thing born from longing stares, growing in accidental touches and stolen conversations during your family gatherings.
Living in between hotel rooms and archived messages, dying a million little times once the morning comes.
-" Missed you so fucking much " he'd whisper against your lips, undressing every inch of that body he's been dreaming about.
And for the very first time, Rindou wanted the afterglow more than the sex itself, for these moments just holding you, side to side on the bed getting lost in your eyes.
-" If they knew... " You whisper, thumb over his lip.
Your two heads would be laying on a platter.
-" Don't fucking care. " He bites your thumb slightly, making you chuckle until his serious expression came back. " Would die for ya".
That's the thing about the love emerging from the other end of the table, about the legs rubbing against each other under the table, about the forbidden feelings.
They die, a million little times, and kill you along.
And he'd be on the front porch of his house, holding his unloved greedy wife against him, waving goodbye to her family.
Eyes on you, promises of never, anticipation for the next stolen moment.
And maybe that secret was meant to die behind closed doors, behind your teary eyes, behind his clenched jaw as he held you closer against his chest.
-" I can't... Can't no more..."
-" Shh, love. It's okay, I'll find a way, 'kay ? " Rindou cupped your cheeks, watching the eyes haunting his head, every night where the other women would be in his bed.
-" that's gonna ruin us and you perfectly know it... "
But his lips would find yours, a deep, excruciating heart pouring kiss.
-" And you perfectly know, for you I'd ruin myself a million fucking times."
That's the thing between those heaven cursed kisses, they are doomed, prone to hell. But at least, they cure you from stereotypical fairytales.
And inspire, in nights like that, a heroine love of adventure novels and sequels.
-" I love you " you'd whimper under him, feeling every inch of his length deliciously hitting your sweet spots.
-" Do you, m'pretty girl ?" He answered, placing kisses on your face. " Look how good you take my cock, you talk about leaving but who would I ever let fuck this pussy but me ?"
Yes, it was doomed from the beginning, and bloody in the end.
But what kept you holding into each other was the in between, purple hair tickling your neck as you lay above his sleeping body. And when the inferno would finally catch your safe haven, Rindou would hold you tight, burn with you alive.
Just as the greatest lovers died.
Damned by the God, blessed by Romeo and Juliet, praised by Bonnie and Clyde.
Taiju Shiba
God has given Taiju whatever he has been dreaming of.
A redemption, a chance to earn back his sibling's lost love, a job as a servant and preacher of god's word, and a loving christian good wife.
Taiju would have described his life as a calm, relaxing river, he liked to think the lord's ultimate gift to him was his peace of mind, yes, like sitting on the edge of that river just enjoying the bird's lullabies.
And then one day, the storm came.
And that's the thing about storms, unpredictable, destructive, devouring everything on its path.
Like the new neighbor's daughter.
That twenty something girl, and her dresses way too short for the sunday's Mass, and her damn angelic eyes where the devil found refuge behind.
At first, he thought he was just overthinking it. Those lips you seemed to only bite whenever he was around, lingering stares on him at the pulpit, he was just stupidly letting you seep under his skin.
Until the day of confessions... When he was sitting behind that perforated screen separating him from, oh please, how could he not recognize that voice ?
-" Father, I shall ask for forgiveness... "
No, no regret could be heard in your breathy voice.
-" But there's that man I've been thinking of."
-" That alone is not a sin, my chi-"
-" But he's married, father. " Taiju's throat felt tight, as you carried on. " His wife is so nice to me... "
Was it a coincidence that his wife knew you from every week's bible's study ? No, he shall not rush in...
-" And I feel so guilty, oh father... Can god forgive me ? "
He cleared his throat - " god is indeed-"
-" But I can't help touching myself every night thinking about him. "
A dead's silent followed, whilst he fisted his pant's fabric tighter, gulping down, damned you, damned the emerging fire in his abdomen...
-" his wife really is nice, but I think he would feel better inside me. "
He could practically hear the demons laughing as he fights the flames, he knew that had nothing to do with a confession anymore, that the tint in his pants had nothing to do with church anymore, and still he could not bring himself to stop listening...
-" Father... Oh daddy, I think I'm fucked up ".
And you'd only hear a faint whisper, but Taiju would hold his head between his hands, cursing.
-"... As I am "
God indeed gave him anything he'd ever dreamed of, why would he even think about the devil's present in front of his house that day ?
Just you, again, standing in his front porch with a cake for his wife in your hands, whilst you knew perfectly she was at the Church choir.
-" My wife's not here. " His voice already was tense, stargazing into how your clothes molded each of your curves sinfully, how every feature of you seemed sculpted by God himself.
Born from ashes of angles that Lucifer burned himself, what a wicked beauty indeed.
-" I know. " You made a step closer, and found yourself closer, lifting your chin up defiantly. And everyone in heaven in hell knew that eye battle was already lost.
Or not.
-"Goddamn... " With every inch of him sinking inside you, he discovered you were right, he indeed felt better inside you.
-" Daddy's, that's too big " you whined, wrapping your legs around his waist making him go only deeper inside you. Then you received that shut up glance from him, that scary one that had your walls clench around him.
-" Fuck " he panted. " Clenchin' on me, so hungry for my cock. Gonna ruin you so good... Stretch this pussy like I've been dying to, and you gonna take it like my pretty whore, yeah ?"
Only one time, he promised himself, then he would come back to his sacred path.
Only one more time, until he found himself fucking the neighbor's daughter more than he ever did to his wife in her own bed. Wishing death could take him away from you since nothing in life could ever have.
The cringe thing about this, is that I thought about it after I remembered my eleven years old self was the only one to know my dad was cheating on my mom lol
But well, at least it made another Tokyo revengers one shot emerge, I guess that's maybe... A good thing ?
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Your Time (TWD One-Shot)
Negan Smith x GN!Reader / requests are open / 18+
Summary: You reminisce over your relationship with Negan and look towards the day to come. Based on the prompt "memory."
Fic type: reflective smut lite, violent in nature, extremely deranged relationship, these hoes do not be healthy in the head
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"Aw, come on, babydoll, don't play coy with me," Negan's lips spread into a smirk, his eyes boring holes that felt as though they were digging right down into your soul. "I know you love it when I play the big bad wolf."
He was right, of course. Negan was always right. Before the sky fell and the world turned entirely to shit, you'd considered yourself a decent person. Maybe even a good person. But that was before and this was now.
Negan had found you a year or two into the shit. He'd found you curled up, covered in grime and ready to take out the Achilles of the next person who looked at you wrong. Negan had seen past that, as he usually did. He saw past the right now and into the what-can-be of a person. It was one of his many talents.
He'd seen you for what you were. A bloodthirsty killer with a thing for reassurance and praise. Negan knew he could use that. Sure, you'd tried to fit in for a while. Be the goody-two-shoes who baked for the soldiers and wore cute cardigans (not that cardigans had anything to do with being sweet. You could certainly still kill a person in a pastel cardi if you pleased).
Eventually, though, you grew bored with your own charade. You'd spent a good long while out in the muck, killing and maiming and stealing from other survivors. Your fingers began to itch for an outlet and once Negan was made aware of this little urge resurfacing, he was sure to provide you that sweet escape.
Traitors, thieves, enemies. He let you at them all. You were his best investigator, and yes, while you were severely fucked in the head, you were his. He was yours, too. Negan loved your ferocity, your drive. He loved that you were unapologetically violent and cruel, and you made a pretty match for his Saviours leader personality.
Now that wasn't to say you were always itching to rip someone a new one (and sometimes literally). Like Negan, you needed a break here and there. You could be sweet, caring, and more than affectionate when you were in the mood. Just like Negan. It was one of the reasons you both got along so well, from what you could tell.
The couple who decompress with cuddles together after ripping a prisoner's fingernails off stays together, after all.
"Maybe," you ventured, walking your fingers over his bare chest as you both looked up into the stars. God, he was so... firm. So strong. He was perfect for you. You didn't need him to protect you, and you both knew it, but it felt nice that he could if you wanted him to. "I had fun tonight."
"Me fuckin' too, darlin'," Negan replied, a rumble of affection emanating from his chest. Fun could mean a lot of things, but tonight, fun meant having fucked each others' brains out while the latest batch of fuckwits cried over the loss of their friend about eight feet away from you both. Morbid, yes, but also, very hot.
You pinched at Negan's nipple teasingly, giggling at the way he swatted your hand with a hiss.
"Don't be mean, doll." He pulled you closer by the hips and planted a hot, wet, open-mouthed kiss on your lips. He forced himself to pull away for a moment. "We got work to do tomorrow. You ready for that?"
You nodded, rolling your hips over his groin. Negan sucked his lower lip into his mouth, eyes glinting with heat. "Play the damsel," you relayed, grinding down on him again in harsh circles. "Get inside, scope the place out and sneak out after dark."
Negan's fingers flexed on your hips, his hips rolling up against yours now as well.
"Uh-uh," he tutted. "I think there's something missing from that plan of yours."
You pouted, bringing your hips to a halt. "Don't kill anyone."
"That's right, baby. Don't kill anyone. Your time will fucking come, sweetness, don't you worry about that."
If nothing else, you knew Negan to be a man of his word. If he said there'd be time for your hobbies, you sure as fuck believed him.
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JUST READ SAVAGE AND IT REALLY DID SOMETHING TO ME OH MY GOD. 🫣🫣
I love all your writing but this!! THIS!! This touched some weird part in my brain I didn't know existed.
I'm sorry if I'm just mindlessly mumbling here but I really don't know how to praise something normally. I just have so many emotions about this piece?? Regular words won't cut it, they can't describe how I feel.
Gotta go to sleep fantasizing about possible plot's and continuations........ Because here's so much potential!! I love medieval settings because of angst and drama opportunities and this one is just absolutely perfect!! All trauma and uncertainty reader would have to experience because of Soap's and Ghost's behaviors is just sooo tasty!! 5 Michelin stars dish right here. 🫶🏻🫶🏻
Just thanks for writing it!! It really made my night.
AHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH! I know I keep saying it, but heavy smut is truly not my wheelhouse, so posting this was a nerve-wracking experience.
I don't think I'll ever write a full continuation, but happy to bounce off of ideas if y'all have any :)
Luckily me and Noel were discussing what we think would happen after, so I've summarised those ideas below the cut!
CW: non-con
Think what would happen is Simon gets you back, is violent in punishing you then turns gentle and loving to brainwash you into adoring him (much like Johnny just did). Curiously though he also keeps you near the border not very well guarded instead of moving you further in country. Cue these two men who hate each other stealing you for the other, punishing you for being with them and then moving onto making you fall in love with them. It's confusing, it's awful, they are trying to one up one another by leaving permanent marks (Johnny bites you so hard it scars) or putting permanent jewellery on you (Simon is watching the necklace and bracelets get permanently connected by the smith and is getting hard just thinking about how the fucking animal up North will react seeing that).
They both say mean, degrading shit to you as if you are the one always going to the other man and speading your legs and not being kidnapped and forced. Simon out of the two is scarier in his threats, tells you (this bit is fully Noel and it made me see stars):
"Maybe I ought to just throw you back to that MacTavish, like the filth that you are." Fucking spits out the name like it's a curse alone, never losing his brutal rhythm pounding into you. "Fuckin' tart, I can feel you getting tighter just mentioning that bastard rogue. Don't you forget, you belong to me."
Things change when you are crossing the border one day. This game has been going on so long that sometimes they just let you go yourself. You run into a small unit of soldiers from France and they take you. Johnny and Simon both think you are with the other, so it isn't until Johnny shows up pounding on Simon's door because he wants you back and he's hidden you too well that they realise neither has seen you for a month.
They rescue you of course but you are so broken (when they find you, you are so happy to see them and they realise you think that you are dying and this is a vision) that both of them abandon their posts and whisk you off to a peaceful country somewhere to heal. They don't have one mean word to say to you, they're never violent with how they touch you.
Your little home they build is filled with kids soon enough and it's this lovely, soft life. Then the kids are all sent off to boarding school and they revert back to the good old days of fucking you into the dirt and then sending you back to the other to see what creative ways they can be rougher <3
#mhairidrabbles#anytime Noel has ever entertained one of my ideas it actually takes a year off of my life how fucking good her ideas are#mhairianswers
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Bioshock Splicer Starters
Assortment of dialogue taken from the a from two types of Splicers in the first Bioshock game; Baby Jane and the Breadwinner
Other Bioshock Splicer starters: TBA [Dr. Grossman & Lady Smith] [Pigskin & Rosebud] [Toasty & Waders]
Baby Jane
Get away from my face! Not on my face!"
"Oh! Oh, God damn it!"
"Look at yourself! And you would do it too!"
"Talentless?! BORING?!"
"You don't deserve this!"
"I'm a star, not you!"
"You're jealous, jealous!"
"Why did you cut me?! Why?!"
"You did this to me! You!"
"I deserve it, you fuck!"
"Give me the part, you bastard!"
"Off. My. Stage! GET OFF!"
"Stop ogling me!"
"You're making me lose my place! STOP IT!"
"No, it's not perfect, AGAIN!"
"He's standing in the wrong place!"
"Get your FAT. HANDS. AWAY FROM ME!"
"Just say something, goddammit!"
"What's that? Is it him?!"
"I smell something nasty."
"Is that someone naughty?"
"Honey? Is that you…?"
"I heard that!"
"It hurts, it hurts…"
"Why did you…?"
"I'm sorry… We can do it together!"
"DARLING! I'M HOME EARLY!"
"I don't- I don't wanna- I don't wanna hear this… I- [Whimpering] I don't want to hear this…"
"Pretend you're not interested. They like that."
"Have it your way, you sleaze!"
"Well, that was good drama."
"Get a girl all bothered… for NOTHIN'!"
"That gets a girl's blood flowing."
"I'll be better next time! Please?! Don't go!"
"When we do meet, it's gonna be so nasty!"
"He's gone! They always leave…"
"When I murder you I'm gonna put your body in a dress!"
"My god, there's so much blood!"
"Aw, Jesus, what did you do to me?!"
"I'm NOT. DEALING WITH THIS!"
"No… No No No. Wha- What's- What's that? Oh, no no, no…"
"In the theater, a woman gets used to attention."
"She was up for the part as well, but then they found her in a salt pond."
"I was gonna be famous… now look at this dump!"
"Who needs to make it on Broadway? When you can make it here."
"What's the matter with me…? I'm pretty enough!"
"Hey fella'! Don't 'cha wanna take a walk with me?"
"Come on, baby! You told me you was gonna take care of me! Were you lying…?"
"I used to be beautiful. What happened to me?!"
"Why are you making this so hard for me?!"
"C'mere and say that to my face, you slimey bastard!"
"You wanna play with me?"
"Hello? Did you come to talk to me?"
"I can be nice if I want to…"
"Next time, work on your timing."
"Oh, and we were just getting to the best bit!"
"Tell me you love me! Go on, say it!"
"Just pretend, you imbecile!"
"You ruined me!"
"No one touches me! No one!"
"You won't touch me again!"
"Someone shou- should do this for me, someone should be doing this for me!"
Breadwinner
"Get out of my territory!"
"Amateur! Fuckin' amateur!"
"I'm top dog, you shit!"
"GET OUTA MY FUCKIN' OFFICE!"
"You come to my town?! To MY TOWN?!"
"You're a nobody! Nobody!"
"Who the hell is that?"
"Yeah? Well, you're fired! Ya got that?"
"I was right, I tell ya. I was right, god damn it."
"Come on. Gimme a break!"
"Come on. Just let me explain, will ya?"
"I'm too busy for this shit."
"Waste of my goddamn time."
"This isn't makin' me time OR money!"
"Goddammit, I'm bleeding!"
"Ahh. Ahh yeah, finally some service! Woo!"
"What happened to this thing?"
"Ha, it's my lucky day!"
"She should not have come here."
"Ah, a man can start a business down here, yeah. Now now, it's- it's not too late. I'll get to it."
"It's just a bad quarter. Naw, that's all. Yeah, market'll come back, huh? Yeah! Everything'll be fine. Yeah, it'll all be fine… Augh."
"I just gotta wait out the down cycle. I'm a success… I'm a fuckin' success!"
"I ain't afraid of failure… cause I ain'ts gonna fail!"
"These assholes don't get it. I'm a winner!"
"Came here to get rich… ain't gonna leave 'till I do!"
"Came down here with a dream… That dream's gonna happen."
"Aw, come on… they're gonna kill me if I lose you!"
"That's it? We're done?"
"You think that I'm dumb? Sure, sure, why not? You keep on thinkin' that."
"You think I wouldn't notice if you just waltzed in here? Huh?"
"I'll tell you what: I'll pay you to stay alive next time. How's that for a deal, you shit head."
"I earned this! Me!"
"You give it to me, you hear?"
"Just open your mouth."
"Ah, whose fault is this?"
"Look at this dump! Nothing left but nothing!"
#txt#ask prompts#sentence starters#rp memes#rp prompts#inbox memes#roleplay memes#rp meme#inbox prompts#roleplay prompts#source: bioshock
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He didn’t mean to hightail it straight to the nearest bar. He didn’t even know what a dive bar a was doing out in the fucking backwoods of Indiana, anyway.
Billy’d just gotten in a big fuckin’ fight with his old man, shimmied out the window of their new house, and started walking.
And he happened across a bar.
He didn’t have his wallet on him, rookie move, but he figured his black eye and three-day-old moving stubble might help him out a bit here.
The bouncer gave him an odd look, glaring him down as he approached, but let him pass without asking for identification.
There were motorcycles parked in the gravel lot, along with some sensible looking Mom Cars.
It was dim inside, and the floor was kinda sticky, but they were playing Patti Smith on a shitty jukebox, so he decided to stay.
He took a seat at the bar.
The bartender gave him the same funny look the bouncer did. She was one hell of a woman, her leather jacket had a pair of handcuffs sewn onto the front, she had her nose, lips, and eyebrows pierced. Her hair was greying and cropped into a very similar crew cut to Neil’s.
“What’ll it be?”
“Whiskey, please. And maybe a beer, Darling.” He winked.
She laughed.
“Honey, you know where you are, right? This is a fuckin’ dyke bar, and you’re no older than sixteen. You’ll have a pop and you’ll be grateful for it.” She had a slight southern drawl to her voice. Texas. Like his mom.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Okay, quit it with that shit.” She scooped ice into a glass, and poured him a cola from the well. “Why you here? It got somethin’ to do with that shiner?”
He took a long drink of the soda.
He didn’t know if it was her voice, or the fact that for the first time in a long time, he was with his own people.
“Yeah.”
“Someone at home?”
“Yeah.”
“‘Cause you’re a homo?”
“Yeah.”
She smiled at him, although this one wasn’t the sad one he’d been expecting. It was understanding.
“We’ll, Baby. You come here if you ever need a safe place to roost, okay? We all know when one of our own needs saving. You come here, and you ask for Susan, and we’ll get your mind off that bruise.”
He took another long drink of his soda, but this time, to try and swallow down the stupid sob that was trying to force its way out.
“Thank you. I’m, I didn’t realize what kind of bar this is. I didn’t really know that people like us were out here. My dad, he, uh, moved us here. From California. He caught me with a boy.” He averted his gaze from Susan’s face, making patterns in the condensation on the side of his glass. Patti Smith turned over to The Runaways. Some women were dancing by the jukebox now. “He told me we were coming here so I couldn’t do any of that fairy shit.” He furrowed his brow on the last line, puffing up his chest in an imitation of his father.
“Just because people hate us more here, doesn’t mean we don’t exist. Queers live everywhere, whether people like your daddy like it or not. He can’t stop us from living any better than he can stop the sun from rising.”
Susan scooped some ice into a clean bar towel, securing it closed with the yellow crunchy around her wrist. She slid it across the bar to Billy, and he put it on his eye gratefully.
“Don’t lose that scrunchy. That’s my wife’s favorite one, and she won’t speak to me for a month if I give it to some kid.”
“Yeah? Your old lady a hardass?” Billy grinned.
There was something, so fucking good, about talking to Susan. Talking to an actual fucking grown up. Someone with a life, and a partner. A queer, like him, who actually found love. And, by the dreamy grin on her face, had found happiness.
“Hollie would yell herself hoarse is she heard you call her old. She don’t look a day over thirty-five, she’ll tell you. We’ve been together for over twenty years. That’s why she’s my wife. We can’t get married yet, but she’s not my fucking girlfriend. We’re not silly high schoolers goin’ to the prom, and shit. No offense.”
“Nah, I may be a silly high schooler, but I’d rather be dead than go to any prom. Especially with a girl. No offense.”
“Hey, you’re in my bar, and we don’t allow bad talk about women. Unless you ex-girl fucked you over. Then we talk a whole lotta shit.” She refilled Billy’s soda. “But you could always go with a friend.”
“I’ve lived in this town for four days, I don’t have any friends, let alone a beard. Maybe if I did, my dad wouldn’t’ve popped me tonight.”
Susan’s smile faltered a little bit.
“Sweetie, I don’t like to interfere. And I know that most of the time, getting CPS involved makes it worse. But Baby, are you safe? I know he hits you, but do you think he’d-” she trailed off. “I’ve just seen some shit, you know? Boys like you with fathers like yours. Boys that didn’t survive.”
“Everything my dad does, is because he’s scared of how people see him. He’s terrified that people won’t think he’s a great father or a respectable citizen. I don’t think he’d get that low.”
But, in truth, Billy didn’t know.
He’s been getting hits from his dad since he was a kid. And there are times when Billy had thought well, this is it.
But Susan was right. CPS never did anything but piss off his dad.
Susan looked thoughtful.
She grabbed a napkin, and pulled a pen out of her leather jacket.
“I’m giving you the number here. You call if you need anything. We take care of our own, okay?” He nodded in response. “Finish your pop, and get back on home. I’m sure you have a curfew to mind.”
Billy winced, looking up at Susan, feeling like such shit after her kindness.
“I don’t have my wallet.”
“Yeah, you don’t have shoes on either, Dumbass.” She winked at him again. “Holl!” She shouted towards the group of women dancing by the jukebox. “This little birdie needs a ride!”
A short woman came drifting over. Her hair was dark black, and swept clear below her ass. She could’ve sat on it and not noticed.
The scrunchy made sense.
She was short, much shorter than Susan, but she beamed up at her, turning to smile just as warmly at Billy.
“What’s your name, kiddo?”
“Billy.”
It was kind of nice, being called terms of endearment by these two women. He liked that they weren’t trying to pull one over on him. He felt safe.
Susan slid a set of keys to Hollie.
“Take Billy home, please. We don’t need him walking around outside.”
Hollie ushered Billy out of his seat, climbing in the stool herself to lean over the bar. She and Susan kissed over the bar, and that funny hopeful feeling washed over Billy again.
“You’re welcome here whenever you want, Baby. You’re not the first little gay boy we’ve had in here, and you won’t be the last. Don’t be a stranger.”
“Thank you, seriously, I-thank you.”
Susan beamed at him, sliding Hollie’s yellow scrunchy back in her wrist.
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dating carmy berzatto pt. 2
warnings: language, here's a few nsfw things in here so watch out for that 👀 mdni
author's note: after forever i'm back lol 😭 i started school again and lowkey lost motivation to write so this has been in the works for weeks lol! enjoy <3
gif not mine!
you can count on one hand how many times carmy has called you by your real name. his go-to pet names are honey (he would say hon most often), baby (when he's trying to persuade you, when he’s whining about something, or when he feels guilty), and sweetheart (when he's feeling extra romantic and lovey-dovey). even when you two are fighting or on the very rare occasion that his anger's directed at you, he rarely uses your name
one time when you had stayed over, you left your shampoo at carm's place and he made mistake of using it just to try it out because the next day richie noticed
"did you rob a fuckin' hair salon, cousin?"
"what the fuck do you mean, richie?"
"the fuck do you mean? what is this shit, herbal essences?" richie says, sniffing carmy's hair.
poor boy would turn red from head to toe and never touch your anything of yours ever again
this one's sad but like- it's kinda important i think
obviously mike's death really fucked carmy up. you see him pushing away, detaching himself from the people who love him (just like mikey did). but you coming into his life really forces him to wake the fuck up. family is forever but you're something in carmy's life that isn't guaranteed and that he genuinely has to work for if he wants you around long-term
and he's so terrified to fuck it up but after you assure him over and over again that you don't intend to go anywhere he starts to loosen up a tiny bit and let you in
his family and everyone else at the restaurant can see the effect you're having on him, and even though they were a little apprehensive at first, they're so glad that carmy has you in his life
okay enough emotional stuff :,)
i know we don't see him read in the show but something in me tells me that he'd love a good library date. he raids the cookbook section, you clear out half of the romance section, and then you'd have a picnic in a park after and read each other's books and swap ideas
carmy dog-ears the pages of the borrowed cookbooks to make note of later. even though you've scolded him a thousand times not to fold the pages, he just can't help but forget, okay? old habits die hard
"look, baby, it's not my intention to hurt the book, okay? i swear. this is just easier than using a bookmark"
his favorite fruits are plums (with the skin on) or granny smith apples (also with the skin on)
would 1000% name a dish after you
keeps his hand in yours or on your thigh while he drives with the other hand
he has to set his alarm at least half an hour before he actually needs to get up so he can hit snooze 3 times
speaking of sleep we all know this poor man barely gets any so on the rare occasion that he does he can be out for hours at a time no joke
when you first started sleeping over at his place more, sometimes it would scare when he woke up and saw you sound asleep next to him because you seemed too good to be real :,)
one time he was teaching you proper knife technique before you were officially together; he put his hand over yours on the knife and even though he looked calm on the outside, he was freaking the FUCK out on the inside but for the life of him he couldn't tell why (it's called a crush carmy look it up)
i know it's hard to imagine carmy having a least favorite food because he is a chef, but idk; i feel like it would be cornbread 😭 something abt it just makes no sense to him. he thought maybe it was because he's had bad cornbread, so he made it for himself once and still didn't like it. who would put corn in bread? what was the reason?!
he always keeps you on the innermost part of the sidewalk whenever you're walking together
this isn't even a headcanon bc we all saw it on the show but 😭 this man's EYE CONTACT. good lord. the best (and worst) part is he isn't even aware of the power it holds on you; he would literally stare at you whenever you would talk and you'd get all flustered and he would just be completely clueless as to why
he LOVES it when you grip onto his arms while you’re fucking and he constantly teases you for being so obsessed with them 👀 any time he feels like skipping a workout he just thinks about that and boom he’s motivated
“you sure you wanna go out to eat? i can just make us somethin’ real quick”
would definitely get a tattoo for you once you guys got serious! something cute and simple (idk much abt tattoos lol); would love it if you had a matching one on you in a place that only he could see 👀
neck kisses are his absolute favorite. especially from behind when he gets to completely bury his face in your neck and kiss it into oblivion
literally ever since i saw carm take those jeans out of the oven my brain has been stuck on the idea that has an odd but endearing obsession with vintage levis lol 😭 one time, after the bear had opened up and completely taken off, he stayed up all night on ebay and scored a vintage type ii trucker jacket after furiously bidding on it for over an hour like a mad man
this man's always using his hands so i can totally picture his fingers doing all sorts of weird things to fidget. absentmindedly drumming his fingers on your thighs, rubbing strands of hair between his thumb and pointer finger-- literally anything to keep his hands occupied
“is this too spicy or no?”
always insists that you don't have to come to the restaurant to help but is secretly over-the-moon when you do. seeing you help with the dishes, or scold richie, or laugh with tina just makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside (and makes him wanna start a family with you oops)
if he sees you he has to give you a full hug. he’s not a side hug kind of guy when it comes you. even if he has to drop what he’s doing in the kitchen and wipe his hands! he always gives you an all-encompassing bear hug and kisses you on the forehead and the lips- it’s his signature greeting :,)
#carmy berzatto#carmy berzatto x reader#carmy berzatto fluff#carmy berzatto imagines#carmy berzatto headcanon#carmen berzatto fluff#carmen berzatto blurb#carmen berzatto headcanon#onestopfanficshop
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qsmp eggs as D&D characters because I can't help but fuse both of my current fixations together
Chayanne — Ive decided that every single egg is a dragonborn for the sake of simplicity, so that just brings me to figuring out class and subclass for each of them. I originally was thinking a simple fighter for Chayanne, but then, upon remembering what was quite literally an oath to protect everyone, decided he'd make a rather good paladin, particularly oath of devotion. he's devoted to keeping everybody safe, no matter the cost. if I were to give him a breath weapon, it'd be fire. he's a dragonborn paladin (devotion)!
Tallulah — Tallulah was always going to be a bard, are you kidding me? from there, looking through all the bard subclasses, I figured lore suited her best. she collects info! she gave qwil that book full of info about marigolds, she asks questions so she can know more about the world. yeah. she's a smart girl. dragonborn bard (lore).
Dapper — this is THE artificer. this autistic fuck (/affectionate bc me too buddy, me too) loves everything machinery, and he's fuckin good at it, too. considering his additional love for collecting animals, I've decided to make him a battle smith so he can have a steel defender. he would take very good care of it. I considered armorer due to the unique sets of armor I've seen him wear, but battle smith suited him just a tad better. he's a dragonborn artificer (battle smith).
Ramón — Ramón is also THE artificer! they are artificer pals. while Dapper focuses more on combat-ready mechanics, Ramon's been doing a lot of work on his elevator. also, bombs! fuck, he and qfit have so many bombs, they're practically their first line of defense. therefore, artillerist. he's good at throwing shit across the battlefield, staying stationary and hunkered down. dragonborn artificer (artillerist).
Leonarda — Leo was a little difficult. from the beginning, I knew I wanted her to be a primarily martial class, but I didn't want to leave her without any magic, either. so I figured a monk could be fitting due to their innate ki. considering. you know. dragon. I just had to give her ascendant dragon. dragonborn monk (ascendant dragon).
Bobby — oh yeah, this boy's a fighter alright. I considered barbarian for his tendency to sometimes throw tantrums, but it just wasn't right for him. I definitely considered gunslinger, but he's not particularly known for his guns, and I was eventually led to banneret, aka the purple dragon knights. he's definitely one of the braver kids, and I think his bold deeds could definitely inspire those around him. Bobby is a dragonborn fighter (banneret).
Richarlyson — he was kind of difficult! Richarlyson has picked up a number of skills from all six of his dads, making him fairly versatile and all-around skilled. I was, however, leaning a more martial class, and looked to monk first. none of the subclasses felt right, so I went bard due to their jack of all trades thing. wasn't right, so I thought about ranger, and that seemed like it could work due to their wide range of specialization. looking through subclasses, I picked monster slayer out of the bunch. just about all of his dads are terrorized by cucurucho in one way or another. he's practically got a sixth sense for the fucker now. Richarlyson's a dragonborn ranger (monster slayer).
Tilín — that's a rogue. yeah. that's a rogue. qQ himself taught them all about lying to other people to get what you want, and you're gonna tell me that's not a fucking rogue? right. rogue has a ton of interesting subclasses, but I felt like soulknife was a really interesting pick for her. soulknife rogues focus on the manipulation of the mind, fucking with a person's head to change their perception or easily slip by them. felt like they could use a little bit of magic, too, so he's got the psionic abilities that come with it. this is a dragonborn rogue (soulknife).
Juanaflippa — considered fighter gunslinger, but this is also a rogue! not a particularly magical one, though. Juanaflippa never really had much, always too busy shooting guns and coping with her parents' numerous divorces. HOWEVER, when you consider the whole necromancy element of her character (died, came back, fucking died again) on top of all the headcanons of her haunting the island, she's a pretty fun phantom. she's got an innate connection to death and the undead, and she knows what's dead when she sees it. I debated scout, but phantom was too cool to pass up. dragonborn rogue (phantom) for her.
Trump — I don't know shit about trump, but I like to think that if he survived longer, he would've taken after the crazy science aspect of both his dads, giving it a magical twist and going wizard. figured either evocation or abjuration would be good subclasses for him. decided on abjuration because damn, that's what this kid needed. dragonborn wizard (abjuration).
bonus:
gegg — plasmoid/changeling bard (valor). if you can find my other post on the English speakers as D&D classes, he's literally just slimecicle. nothing too special here. gegg.
#qsmp#qsmp chayanne#qsmp tallulah#qsmp dapper#qsmp ramon#qsmp leonarda#qsmp richarlyson#qsmp bobby#qsmp tilin#qsmp juanaflippa#qsmp trump#qsmp eggs#qsmp gegg#qsmp slimecicle#qsmp wilbur#qsmp quackity#qsmp fitmc
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It is kind of shocking to me the amount of non-ndn folks out here are writing Charles. No, I am not offended. That isn't my point. I just figured there would be more native writers wanting to hop on the train.
Here we have Charles Smith. Dude that isn't connected to his culture but still hangs on to the frayed edges.
I don't know about y'all but I am hopping on this fuckin' train before it leaves. He is a character that I feel like I can finally relate to religion/culture wise. Even with the lack of story and interactions surrounding him.
How frequent do you see that? And in a native character? How frequent do you even see popular native characters?
It brings a toe curling excitement to me.
Also I would like to appreciate all of the Ao3 n Tumblr writers who took the time to research tribes in the area and get a general grasp on what they are talking about before just pulling up and saying "I eat the rocks and they tell me the weather for next month" kinda things.
Thank you
It makes me happy. I know it isn't for me but thank you
#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#arthur morgan#rdr2 arthur#red dead redemption community#charthur#charles smith
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