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heyiwrotesomethings · 2 years

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BEST DAY EVEEERRRR. ANYWAY

Aoi kanzaki x she/her pillar reader with the prompt: you dumb fucking bitch I'm gonna fucking kill you. The reader witnesses the scene of uzui slapping Aoi and breaks many of his bones. –i guess being best friends and living with the mistress of the butterfly estate has some perks in situations like this one –. Aoi needs some comfort after that. Later on she makes a kakushi take him to his house and pays him a visit the next day to talk to his wives. Before she leaves she tells them.

{2nd prompt} Ladies the next time your husband touches my girlfriend he won't have hands,just a warning.Ah and thank you for the tea it was lovely.Now,bye bye~ thank u

Retribution

Aoi Kanzaki x She/ Her Reader

A/N: It’s beating up on Uzui Tengen hours again. ✨💪🏻 Always a fun time. Thanks for the request! Word Count: 2,738

(Y/n) was tired to say the least. She had to stay up all night in order to find the weasel-y demons that had been terrorizing a small village to the east. It was a tiring game of whack-a-mole that she hoped she would not have to play again anytime soon.

Currently she was making her way back to the Butterfly Estate as was tradition when she finished any mission because Aoi liked to be able to see for herself that she had made it back in one piece. Though her body was demanding her to shovel a hearty amount of food into her stomach before promptly passing out, she always looked forward to seeing Aoi the most, so she could hold off on giving in to her needs as an organic life form for just a little while longer.

What she did not expect to hear as she approached the gate of the usually serene estate was a loud cry and a stressful sounding struggle. She could recognize the distressed voices of the young girls somewhere just beyond.

“What the hell?”

She easily leapt up onto the fence and took in the scene before her, half convinced that she had fallen asleep somehow and was in the middle of a idiotic stress-fueled dream.

Kanao was hovering over the youngest girls, sweating lightly from the stress of the situation, watching Aoi struggle over one of Uzui Tengen’s stupidly bulked up arms. Around him, Tanjirou, Zenitsu and Inosuke, attempted to free Aoi from his grip, but he dodged them all easily, insulting them all the while.

(Y/n) was already poised to yell, to demand an explanation and return Aoi safely to the ground, but Uzui’s next action drastically changed her plan of action.

“Wow, you kids are weak. I can’t spend one more second entertaining you bland nobodies, got it? Now,” he slapped Aoi in the rear, making her yelp, “we’ll be on our way.”

No need for explanations, (Y/n) didn’t think it mattered anymore. She demanded blood.

“You dumb fucking bitch! I'm gonna fucking kill you!” She bellowed, flying to Uzui at full force.

“Eh?” He didn’t even have enough time to look up before a powerful kick struck him so hard in the stomach, the whole foot looked like it absorbed into his body.

There was definitely some internal damage after a blow like that.

Uzui fell to his knees, both hands cradling his stomach. Both hands.

He forced himself to look up and saw the girl he had been holding now resided in the arms of one of his fellow Hashira, surprisingly not Kochou given that this was her home.

He watched in stunned disbelief as Aoi was gingerly put down and surrounded by the other girls, eyes filled with tears. The trio of boys also came to surround them, making sure all would be well.

All most certainly would not be well. Not for Tengen.

“Don’t worry, Aoi,” she brushed Aoi’s askew bangs back into place, “I’ll teach him a lesson he won’t soon forget.”

“Hey, (L/n), what the hell was that f—!”

“You fucking idiot! Disgusting shithead! You tarnish the rank of Hashira! You dare lay your hands on a girl like that, huh?!”

(Y/n) was on him again in a heartbeat, absolutely wailing the shit out of the unsuspecting man. He hadn’t known (Y/n) to be particularly violent. She always seemed like a good-mannered and personable kid during meetings, which was why he was too shocked to fight back. It didn’t help that (Y/n) was putting all of her strength into every blow until it was literally impossible for him to do so.

“I’m gonna force you into an early retirement, asshole! Fuck the Kizuki! Like hell I’m gonna let you walk around thinking it’s okay to hit women! What would your wives think about that? I’m sure they’d be right here beating the shit out of you with me! We’d play double Dutch with your intestines you sick fuck!”

Three pairs of hands were placed on the younger girls’ ears by Kanao, Aoi and Tanjirou. The girls looked like they were covering their eyes with their own hands, but they were peaking through their fingers to watch the gruesome beat down.

Everyone was unable to look away. It was like seeing an awful automobile accident in the city, only no one dared rush in to help. Even Inosuke shuddered at the very audible sound of bones breaking.

“(L/n),” Uzui sputtered, “I’m— I’m sorry, okay? I just needed girl slayers for a mission— to get my wives back— they’re not responding!”

(Y/n) was too busy dislocating his shoulder to listen.

“I think we need to stop her.” Tanjirou said uneasily.

“Are you kidding?! I’m not getting inbetween that!” Zenitsu shrieked.

“Aoi…” Kanao tapered off, causing Aoi’s lips to purse.

Did she approve of the lengths (Y/n) was going to teach Uzui a lesson? Not particularly. Was there a part of her that was kind of enjoying it anyway? …yes.

But before she could attempt to intervene, Shinobu came back from the forest. She had wanted to clear her head and do some mindless herb picking as a way to relax. As soon as she saw the bloody brawl taking place on her lawn, the attempt to relax herself felt moot.

“Can someone please explain to me why (L/n)-san is beating Uzui-san into a bloody pulp on my doorstep?” She asked as evenly as she could.

Kiyo was quick to explain, sniffling and hiccuping as she told Shinobu of Uzui’s attempt to kidnap Naho and Aoi.

“I see…” Shinobu had half a mind to tap (Y/n) on the shoulder to ask if she could cut in and take a turn in beating the man, but it was clear to her that any more, and Uzui would be but a grease-y red stain in the dirt.

Despite being the fastest Hashira, Shinobu took her time walking up to (Y/n) before grasping her wrist, stopping yet another punch aimed for Uzui’s face. (Y/n) turned back to look at her, shocked, as if awoken from a trance.

“(Y/n)-san, I think you’ve made your point. That’s enough for now.” She said.

(Y/n) turned back to look at Uzui and felt her stomach drop a bit.

“Holy shit.”

“That’s my line,” Uzui wheezed, somehow still able to speak, “what the fuck, (L/n)?”

“If you can talk, I expect to be hearing different words coming out of your mouth, Uzui-san.” Shinobu smiled darkly. “Words like sorry and please forgive me and I will never even think of doing such disgusting things again.”

“I, I am sorry. So so so sorry. I just— I‘ll never touch another person without their permission again. I just wanted to save my wives. I needed female slayers to help find my wives…”

“Hmm, looks like you won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.” Shinobu informed. “Several broken bones, a heavy amount of blood loss, dislocations, a concussion too I wager… and that’s all just what I see at a cursory glance.”

(Y/n) felt just the tiniest bit bad. If she hadn’t been so tired, her judgment wouldn’t have been so severe. Still, that really really pissed her off. She could sympathize that his wives were missing, but to kidnap girls who were not fit to fight whatever demon was strong enough to disable three highly skilled Kunoichi, was inexcusable in her eyes.

“I’ll find them then.” (Y/n) volunteered. “I’ll set off tomorrow after you tell me all the details you know.”

“We’ll go with you, (Y/n)-san!” Tanjirou boldly offered.

(Y/n) nodded, “See to it that you are ready to go by then.”

A group of Kakushi followed Shinobu’s orders and whisked Tengen away to be treated. For many of them, it was the worst patient they’d seen all year.

(Y/n) watched them carry him off into the mansion then went to stand in front of Aoi with a sheepish look.

“Do you mind if we go somewhere private?”

“After the morning I’ve had? Let’s go.” Aoi took (Y/n)’s hand and pulled her away from the rest of the group.

They kept walking around the perimeter of the mansion until they reached an entrance close to the permanent residents quarters and they closed themselves in Aoi’s room.

“Are you okay?” (Y/n) asked taking both of Aoi’s hands in hers. “I’m so sorry that happened to you.”

“You don’t need to be sorry for me.” Aoi huffed, still feeling fear at how close she came to being taken away and anger for not being able to protect herself and Naho.

“I didn’t mean it like that—“

“I know you didn’t I just— I felt powerless. I still feel powerless. If you and the boys hadn’t intervened, Naho and I would be gone. Now you have to go out on another mission because he can’t anymore, and if it has him acting like this then it will surely be something awful.”

“You can’t blame yourself for that. I chose to beat up Uzui has badly as I did. No one told me to do that. No one told me to take his mission either. You have no reason to feel guilty. Uzui made his choices and I made mine.”

(Y/n) noticed Aoi trembling and hugged her tight.

“It’ll be okay. I’ll be back before you know I’m gone. You just focus on keeping Uzui alive so I’m not a murderer, okay?”

Aoi managed a dry laugh, burying her face in (Y/n)’s haori, “If you think I’m going anywhere near that man you are sorely mistaken.”

“I won’t hold it against you.”

Aoi sighed and pulled back, one hand still grasping (Y/n)’s sleeve, “You’ve been out all night, and now you have another big mission tomorrow. You need to eat and go to bed right away.”

“I can stay up a couple more hours. I’ll help you with your chores.”

“No way.” Aoi scoffed. “Why would you want to do that? It makes no sense.”

“So we can hang out more! I missed you.”

Aoi blushed and turned her head away.

“I will eat with you, but then you are going straight to bed so you can get up bright and early to hear the details of your mission, got it?”

“Yes ma’am.” (Y/n) deflated a bit, but perked back up when Aoi pulled her out of the room, but not without a very quick kiss.

***

(Y/n) felt the desire to slap Uzui but refrained. A good night’s sleep helped in clearing her mind and kept her from impulsively choking the man with his IV drip.

His mission was in the Red Light District. He was going to “sell” Naho and Aoi to different houses in order to retrieve information about the whereabouts of his wives and the demon they had been hunting.

Now she and the rowdy trio, along with Nezuko of course, would be going in their stead. The residents of the mansion saw them off, wishing them good luck. (Y/n) caught Aoi in the crowd, they had a private moment earlier in the morning for a proper goodbye, but she made sure to blow her a quick kiss. Aoi rolled her eyes, cheeks tinged pink and (Y/n) grinned before turning towards the path ahead.

***

An Upper Moon. An Upper Moon that was two demons in one. It had not been an easy fight to say the least, but somehow they came out on top. Aoi was going to kill her for how beat up she was, but she was alive at the moment. The whole team was miraculously. Tengen’s wives were grateful for the assistance, but one question persisted.

Where was their husband?

(Y/n) knew it would be better to tell them the truth now rather than dance around it. They were understandably pissed at (Y/n), but she had restrained herself from killing their husband and saved their lives so they counted the score as even. It may have also helped to hear the reason for the vicious attack as it seemed because on they way back home, (Y/n) could hear them whispering harshly about teaching their husband some manners.

Everyone back at the Butterfly Estate was ecstatic over their return. They were immediately whisked away to the infirmary.

Suma, Makio and Hinatsuru piled onto Uzui who had healed remarkably well while they were gone. Make no mistake he was still kind of fucked up, but considering where he started he looked good.

Aoi chewed (Y/n) out relentlessly as she tended to her wounds. She had been so worried! She stayed by her side for hours, monitoring her recovery with a close eye.

Uzui and his wives went home a few days later, but not before Uzui gave a proper, fully conscious apology to Aoi and Naho. He really felt bad about what he had done and what bringing them to the Red Light District would have lead to.

After a couple months of rest and recovery training, (Y/n) and boys were back in tip top shape and ready to get back to duty. But before (Y/n) felt things could truly go back to some form of normalcy, she needed to talk to Uzui just once more.

Although Aoi acted like she was fine, (Y/n) could still tell that the encounter weighed heavily on her. Especially when her eyes would linger on (Y/n)’s new scars. If she hadn’t been grabbed by Uzui, (Y/n) wouldn’t have beaten him up. If (Y/n) hadn’t beaten Uzui up, she wouldn’t have gone on that mission. (Y/n) spent a lot of time trying to dissuade that line of thinking, but Aoi could be stubborn. It would take time for her to believe (Y/n)’s assurances.

So in an attempt to make sure nothing like that ever happened again, (Y/n) caught a ride with a Kakushi who knew the path to Uzui’s Estate to offer one last warning.

Her welcome was more well received than she thought it would be. Suma was actually happy to see her and gave her a hug. Hinatsuru was polite, greeting her kindly before going off to make tea. Makio forgave but she was not going to forget. She offered a stiff nod of recognition and watched (Y/n) with an air of caution.

When Hinatsuru had told Uzui that (Y/n) was visiting, he broke out into a sweat. His bones had only just healed. His skin no longer littered with purple and yellow bruises. The only lingering issue was the slight limp in his step, and even that was supposed to go away with a little more time and physical therapy. He was afraid of seeing all of that progress crumble at the hands of his fellow Hashira.

“Why is she here?” He hissed, peaking into the room where Suma was animatedly talking to (Y/n), “Did someone pin the blame me for something?”

“She isn’t staying long. She just wants to… make something clear? I think those were the words she used. Just don’t say anything stupid and you should be fine.” Hinatsuru said, readying the tea tray.

They entered the room together, Tengen behind Hina, and joined the group at the table. Hinatsuru poured (Y/n) a cup and she thanked her, taking a sip soon after.

“This is very good, thank you for letting me stop by. I won’t take too much of your time.”

“Of course. May we ask what prompted your visit?”

(Y/n)’s eyes rose to meet Uzui’s over the rim of her cup and smirked when he visibly flinched. Something told her she really wouldn’t have to worry about Uzui making the same mistake twice. Word spread fast, and the rest of the Hashira gave him an earful once Shinobu spilled the tea about how he had come to be so badly beaten.

“Ladies, if your husband ever tries to touch my girlfriend again, he won’t have hands. Just a warning to really make sure my point hits home.”

(Y/n) downed the rest of her tea, followed by a pleasant sigh. Oblivious to the four faces that had paled considerably at her words.

“Ah,” she added as she stood and walked towards the door, “and thank you again for the tea. It really was lovely. Bye-bye now!”

(Y/n) left them in petrified silence and began her walk back to the Butterfly Estate. She intended to drag Aoi away from her work for a nice afternoon out.

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watching-pictures-move · 1 year

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Put On Your Raincoats | Raw Talent (Revene, 1984)

This review contains mild spoilers.

Pauline Kael compared Sylvester Stallone in Rocky to Marlon Brando, and while the rest of Stallone's career may not have lived up to that comparison, you can see how in that moment, that comparison made an awful lot of sense. I wonder what she would have thought of Jerry Butler's performance in this movie. Butler may not be a Brando or even a Stallone, but in this movie, he brings some of that same wounded, working class masculinity, that "bullnecked energy" that she so eloquently attributed to Stallone, that it's hard not to be moved by his work here. The movie is directed with a certain amount of style by Larry Revene, whose visual talents are most evident in a hallucinatory popper-fueled sex scene with frantic editing and flashes of subliminal messages, but the movie is ultimately powered by the force of his performance.

The movie is not free from schlock. There is a scene that will likely ruin turkey forever for a number of viewers (although the sandwich that Butler prepares cannot be accused of being too dry). And for what's supposed to be a sobering drama about the downside of working in porn, there are more fight scenes than one could reasonably expect, including a confrontation between Butler and some street thugs trying to mug him and another between Butler and his army buddy Ron Jeremy, representing one of the emotional high points of the movie. That being said, while these fight scenes wouldn't pass muster in an actual martial arts movie, they're executed more respectably than one might think. The actors look convincing enough throwing punches and kicks, the hits don't look like they've blatantly missed at any point, and you can see what's happening. I've seen better fight scenes in movies, but I've also seen much worse, including in actual action movies.

I also think the movie errs in embodying the bulk of its negative sentiments about the industry in one character, a director played by Lisa De Leeuw, even if De Leeuw turns in an appealingly icy performance. And the happy ending (replete with another fight scene) seems like a miscalculation. But I'm willing to overlook such flaws when the movie seems powered by such emotional rawness. In Butler's interview with the Rialto Report (one of their best episodes, thanks to the motormouthed, no-filter interview subject, even if there's a bit too much "no homo" sentiment for my comfort), he goes into how he felt exploited by his work in pornography, the way it wore down his self image, and that pain comes through in the movie. And the fact Butler allows himself to come across badly at times, showing himself to be capable of cruelty (the sheer ugliness of his shortlived revenge on De Leeuw) and the ways he enables his own exploitation (the readiness with which he gives into De Leeuw's sexual demands, or the way he serves his girlfriend Taija Rae up to Jeremy), gives the whole thing a ring of honesty.

Thanks to @thechurchofsplatterdaysaints for the recommendation!

#film #put on your raincoats #movie review #raw talent #larry revene

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fbfh · 2 years

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chillax, I got you - JJ maybank x reader smut

word count: 2.3k

genre: SMUT, comfort, fluff at the end

pairing: JJ x afab reader (referred to as "my girl"/girlfriend as petnames)

warnings: reader has a bad fear of bugs (bug type is not specified), JJ is a good boyfriend, descriptions of something akin to anxiety over said bugs, JJ rails the shit out of you to distract you, fingering, praise, nicknames (pretty girl, my girl), "ask nicely to cum", JJ spits into your mouth so that's fun, creampie, begging, aftercare

summary: JJ is a really good boyfriend; he's so sweet, he kills bugs that you hate without you even having to ask, and he fucks you absolutley stupid to distract you when you see one in the middle of the night.

song rec: idk how well it fits but I listened to guy.exe by superfruit the entire time I was writing this and I'm a little sick of it now lol

a/n: this was bc I saw a certian type of bug I l o a t h e a foot away from me like three nights in a row!!! love that for me!!! /s

anyway trying to knock out my wips so I have enough room to write a shit ton of stranger things fics after s4 comes out so wish me luck with that lol

tags: @afidiofobia @justbookworm @yesv01

as with all nsfw works all characters are aged up to 18+!!!

One thing that sucks about living in the Outer Banks is the way your least favorite bug always seems to be practically everywhere year round. Some people hate bugs, and honestly, you’re pretty jealous of those people. You always convince yourself you don’t mind bugs that much, that they won’t freak you out next time you see one, only to end up doing exactly that. From the way you shake and cry and try to fight an anxiety attack every time you so much as see one, you think it’s safe to say you’re well into phobia territory.

The good news in all this is that JJ is not afraid of bugs, and actually loves kicking their asses when one shows up. He hates how upset they make you, and if there’s any way for him to stop that from happening, of course he’s going to. He’s gotten very good at finding them before you do, and getting rid of them before you even knew it was there. The other pogues have even begun pointing out the bugs you hate to JJ so he can get rid of them before you even notice. Ever since he found out how much you hate these bugs, he’s made sure you basically never have to see them.

“Thanks,” you croak, and he pulls you to his chest. He rubs your back reassuringly as you cling onto him tight, trying your hardest to fight back the terror that surrounds you. He kisses your forehead. A moment later, you inch back into your room, JJ at your side. You inspect the walls and windows and bedding under your bright phone flashlight for several minutes until you feel satisfied that there’s nothing of any concern hiding anywhere.

However, on the rare occasion you see one before he does, you really do try to take it in stride. Especially when you find a massive motherfucker six inches above your head at 2am, like today. Even though you’re standing in the other room, shaking and crying, biting your hand, you’re still trying your hardest to stay as calm as you possibly can. A moment later JJ’s in front of you.

“Gone.” he states, voice croaky and thick with sleep. God, he’s so hot. You nod silently. You both know if you say anything you’re going to cry, and you’d really like to avoid that right now. You have shit to do in the morning and you don’t want to lose an hour and a half of sleep just because of a stupid bug, just because your stupid brain won’t stop telling you there’s more of them when you know there’s not. JJ knows this. He knows how bad this is for you. How hard it is to get rid of the paranoid thoughts, how draining it gets.

JJ stands behind you, wrapping his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“I know there’s nothing there, I’m just…” you breathe, throat still tight, “so worried…” You’re worried there might be more bugs, worried about having nightmares after this, worried this whole ordeal will consume the bulk of your thoughts for the rest of the day, worried you won’t even be able to get back to sleep. He sways with you in his arms a little, skin warm against yours, breath fanning across your neck and jawline, and he feels you start to relax in his arms. There’s only one thing that can distract you from these distressing fruitless worries, and that’s JJ.

“I know,” he says, voice comforting as he spins you around to face him. There’s only one thing to do on nights like this, and relief and warmth spread across your skin as he begins to press kisses to your neck. He looks at you, with that signature loving, playful gaze of his that seems to melt distress away. He takes in a breath, then sighs.

“I guess I’ll just have to fuck the worries right out of you.”

You feel your cheeks flush, temperature rising on the already warm night as he pulls you closer to his bare chest, hand keeping you securely close on the small of your back. He rubs his thumb across your lips, taking you in for a moment with that signature look of his. God, no one looks at you the way JJ does. Your hands caress his cheeks, gently pulling him in for a kiss, and in the moments before your lips connect, he can see the gratitude and adoration in your eyes. You’re already smiling against his lips, the tides of your mind beginning to turn from impossible ideas that would keep you awake for an hour at least, to your very hot, blonde surfer boy who is currently feeling you up and will keep you up all night, writhing in pleasure.

JJ's lips are warm against yours, and he leans into you, curling your bodies together. His hand moves down, touching you slowly, sending heat through your body, then squeezing your thigh and wrapping it around his waist. Simultaneously, he dips you, causing you both to fall into bed. He kisses you and kisses you, mouth open as you giggle against him. His chest warms with each one of your bubbling laughs, knowing it means you're feeling better, knowing he's doing his job and making sure you're as happy and carefree as possible.

One hand holds the back of your neck, guiding your head and deepening the kiss. The other glides up your torso, caressing the curve of your hips, your waist, easily making its way under your shirt. It soon finds its place on your chest, enthusiastically groping the soft flesh of your tits. He kneads and squeezes, thumb rubbing over your hardened nipple, sending jolts of electricity to your core. Your temperature is already steadily rising at his touch, and you're ready for more.

JJ's ready for more too, rock hard on top of you and pressing into the soft flesh of your thigh. All those cute little moans you’re breathing into his mouth spur him further along, and soon he begins to grind into you slowly. He continues to kiss you, playfully nipping your lips and fucking his tongue into your mouth, murmuring dirty thoughts under his breath. You sigh and moan against him, sounding so pretty and growing increasingly flustered. You can feel yourself getting more turned on by the minute, body growing hot at every rock and bump of his throbbing bulge against your soft dripping heat.

You try your hardest to suppress the breathy sighs and little moans he’s already drawing from you, but he doesn't miss a single one. Every noise you make gets him harder for you, throbbing and humping against you faster. You were never that vocal before you met JJ, but now… god, he has you moaning so fast it’s embarrassing.

"JJ…" you finally moan against his lips, and he can't help himself, finally moving his hand down to toy with your clothed cunt. His mouth moves to your neck, and he grabs your hips, lifting them up to pull down your little sleep shorts and panties. He takes a moment to grope you as he does, savoring the feeling of you humping against his hand. You know how much he loves it when you wear little shorts like that, what it does to him. He plunges his long fingers into your dripping heat, spongy walls seeming to suck him in. He groans into your mouth, anticipating when you’ll soon be wrapped around him, squeezing him tight. You flutter around him as he stretches you out.

“JJ…” you moan again, an unmistakable whine in your voice. Your hands move from his back to tug at his boxers, soft skin brushing against his hips. The feeling of you tugging at his underwear, desperate for his cock while you clench and drip around his fingers is almost too much to bear. You both need him inside you, right now. He retracts his fingers, causing you to whine, fluttering against nothing.

“Easy, pretty girl,” he comforts, shimmying out of his only remaining article of clothing, and you watch, eyes wide, as his cock springs free, red and dripping just for you. He works two fingers back into your burning cunt, scissoring his fingers and stretching you out one last time before lining himself up tantalizingly with your entrance. You're about to start whining, needing his touch more than anything, when he pops the head of his cock inside you. The whine that had been building up falls from your lips as a mewl instead. He joins you, moaning out a breathy chuckle, sighing against your skin. He grabs your thigh, groping you as he works his way deeper inside you.

“Atta girl, just like that,” he coaxes, until he’s finally buried all the way inside you. You sigh, full and satisfied. Heat radiates off his chest, as he starts to roll his hips, fucking you with deep, deliberate strokes.

“There’s my good girl,” he breathes, “takin’ my cock so well, such a good girl for me…”

He continues to pound you into the mattress, hips speeding up when you tug at his hair and drag your nails down his back. One thing you can say for sure about JJ is that he sure knows how to move his hips. He hits every single spot inside you with each thrust, reducing you to a whimpering mess faster than anyone else you’ve ever been with, and he can tell from the fucked out look on your face that you’re enjoying every minute of it.

Before long, he can feel your walls gradually tighten around him, and your eyes are already glazing over. He continues to press hot, open mouthed kisses against you, his tongue fucking into your mouth, muffling your moans and whines. When he pulls away, it’s to ask if you’re close, ask if his pretty girl is gonna cream around his cock. Before he can, you watch, eyes wide, as a strand of spit connects your mouths. You squeeze around him, fixated on the sight. He chuckles, knowing where this is going.

“You gonna cum, pretty girl?” he asks, hot breath panting over your skin, “Huh? You want to be a good girl, cream around my cock?” You nod, eyes squeezed shut, whining with every thrust. Your eyes snap open when he turns your face towards his, a smoldering expression painted over his face.

“Ask nicely.”

The instructions send heat rocking through you.

“Say please…” he tantalizes in a breathy chuckle. Before you can even think, you’re babbling out messy pleads and prayers for him to let you cum.

“P-please, JJ-” you choke out, “cum ‘nside me, fill me up…” you slur in his ear, drunk on his touch. He does not need to be told twice. Your noises, your words, the way you cling to his muscular shoulders and clench around him have him even closer than before. After listening to you continue to beg a satisfactory amount, he chuckles, catching your lips in another hot, open mouthed kiss. But this time as he pulls away, he grabs your jaw, coaxing you to keep your mouth open.

He puckers his lips, letting a glistening bead of spit fall from his mouth into yours. It hits your tongue, tasting like him, and you clench hard, eyes rolling back as you let out a beautiful moan. He grabs your thigh, hiking it over his hip, reaching even deeper inside you. His thrusts become messy as his hand reaches down for your clit. The added sensation has you climaxing in seconds, burying your face in his neck to muffle the torrent of moans and screams of pleasure falling from your beautiful lips. Within moments of your orgasm, JJ reaches his. You’re always pleasantly surprised by how full you feel when he cums inside you, stretching you out like this, and you revel in the feeling.

“F-fuck,” he moans, face contorted with pleasure, “shit…” his hisses. He continues to pound into you until you’ve both thoroughly come down from your highs, and you sigh at the empty feeling when he eventually pulls out, peppering kisses all over your face.

After you catch your breath, you try to get up so you can clean yourself up in the bathroom, but wobble as soon as you stand.

“Woah,” JJ’s right beside you, holding you steady. He glances down the hall, then scoops you up, setting you back down on the bed.

“Stay here, gorgeous,” he punctuates by pressing a warm kiss to your lips. You’re so wrapped up in everything he just made you feel, his taste still on your tongue, that you don’t even hear the thwack from the hallway, where JJ has just gotten rid of yet another one of those buggy motherfuckers you hate.

“Stay the hell away from my girlfriend.” he states to the smudge, before grabbing a couple warm washcloths.

Soon you’re cleaned up, cuddled together with a fan on high. The windows are opened for a little cross breeze, and you can smell the ocean air from here. You should go surfing tomorrow, you want to tell JJ, you know he’d think it’s a great idea. But you can feel yourself slipping into the warm embrace of sleep, safe in his arms.

‘Oh well,’ you think, ‘I’ll just tell him in the morning…’ It’s your last thought before you’re out like a light, and you look forward to it. Waking up next to JJ is your favorite part of the day, and you can’t wait to wake him up by pressing kisses to his sun kissed cheeks.

#jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #outer banks #outer banks x reader #obx #obx x reader #jj maybank smut #outer banks smut #obx smut #also my routine got super fucky wucky for like two weeks so I've been both exhausted AND unable to sleep #so it's been trickier to write lately which i hate for the single reason of i'm addicted to writing fics at this point /lh #so it's annoying that i don't have the brain cells for smth i like #anyway there's way more where this came from #also i'm taking care of myself and stuff so dw babes #make sure you're taking care of youself too <3333 #ily <33333 #admittedly i did get hella dehydrated but I do have my emotional support waterbottle w me rn so that's getting better too #hell yeah working on it!!!!#anyway hope you enjoy this #I wrote half the outline between 2 and like 3am one night when I was so freaked out abt those goddamn bugs #rip me #but yeah I think it turned out well #jj deserves way more love

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keepthetension · 6 months

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what fascinates me about the idea of boston being in love with top is if they'd done this in the show, it would have started with boston being hurt by top not reciprocating his feelings the way he wants, and ended with nick being hurt by boston not reciprocating his feelings the way he wants (technically atom as well but fuck that guy)

which sent my brain pinballing around trying to figure out how all of them could cause hurt in the same way they were hurt. and some of that did happen in the show, but i was enjoying thinking about what i'd write in to spread it around and make it worse!

top hurts boeing by dumping him -- mew hurts top by dumping him

but then, let's say mew copes with the heartbreak by launching himself right into a rebound with ray, convincing himself it's true love this time, and trying to get the relationship of his dreams! except he's extra paranoid, clingy, and controlling. ray realizes the reality of this is not the thing he built it up to be in his head. and also a wild sand appeared earlier in the game so… what do?

an infidelity, of course!

and if mew had really leaned into triggering top's trauma by setting the entire sketchbook ablaze in front of his face?

mew sends top's mental health spiraling by worsening old wounds -- ray sends mew's mental health spiraling by being less and less attentive and present in the relationship, worsening old wounds around feeling insecure

top hurts sand by stealing boeing -- sand hurts mew by stealing ray

and what if sand finds a decent job, and the bulk of his money worries are over! what better way to celebrate than to have a nice romantic fuck on the balcony <3

except doubly heartbroken mew is in his revenge era now, and so

sand hurts top and boston by distributing a recording of them -- mew hurts sand by distributing a recording of him online

the company he's supposed to start working for is pretty conservative. and it's a customer facing job! they can't hire the guy the entire internet is talking about because of the [insert awful nasty freaky no-good kink here]

and maybe sand dumps ray about it. because he's hurting and angry and it was such a great opportunity but now he's back to square one all because ray couldn't clean up his mess properly!

ray hurts sand by calling him a whore -- everybody hurts ray by calling him a whore (everyone knows ray's with mew! their ig is plastered with photos of them doing cute couple shit!) once his sex tape starts doing the rounds online (specifically, i'm imagining ray's father's business being hurt the scandal, and ray's dad calling him this out of anger)

ray hurts mew and severely worsens his mental health by dumping him -- sand hurts ray and severely worsens his mental health by dumping him

can't figure out how to shoehorn this into that particular cause and effect line but:

nick hurts boston by secretly recording him -- someone hurts nick by secretly recording him and daddy dan doing an hr violation (for blackmail? to get him fired? possibilities are endless!)

atom hurts boston with false accusations because he's heartbroken that boston doesn't lurve him -- atom has a one night stand with a guy from his university who hits atom with false accusations because he's heartbroken that atom doesn't lurve him (bonus: atom is a social pariah now, because fuck that guy <3)

boston hurts mew by fucking his man -- atom's having a go at a serious relationship with some dude, and i-do-drugs-and-party-now mew picks him up and fucks him (and cheum kicks mew to the curb for breaking "friend code")

do i think this would have been a fun show to watch? fuck no. it sounds exhausting lol. and i wasn't trying to write it this way, but in the end, the friendships and relationships all explode. oops. the aroace hermit part of my brain won, i guess~

anyway, i'm just fascinated by the idea of hurting people the way you were hurt, doing the shitty things you were mad were done to you but not caring or noticing, or even thinking you're justified in doing the shitty thing because someone hurt you first, so why shouldn't you hurt them back, and how incredibly normal and human it is to do all of this

#only friends the series #anyway i'm just a little guy with a little imagination #and i'm sure there are many delicious-er ways for this kind of thing to play out #so let me know what you think of!

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Keko heaved a heavy sigh as she sat on the perimeter fence. The sun was setting, shyly peeking behind a mountain in the distance as it's last rays painted the sky in pinks and oranges.

"you've been doing that an awful lot." A voice said behind her. She turned her head slightly to see the bulking frame of Jugo, setting his hoe against the fence near her. "What's wrong kiddo?"

Another, smaller sigh, left her as she stared off into the sky, eyes soaking up the melting colors. "I dunno..." She said after a few heartbeats. "I can't quite place how I feel, really. I feel like....all my feelings were put in a jar like fireflies and shook around. My feelings are bouncing off the glass and I can't sort them out."

"Want to vent?" Jugo asked as he leaned on the fence, using his handkerchief to wipe his tanned brow of sweat. "Maybe taking the lid off the jar will help."

"I dunno..." She sighed heavily again and the pointed eared man glanced at her.

"I know those kinds of sighs. You're gonna let your chance at happiness slip away if you keep sighing about love like that. It's like a bad omen." The way Keeko didn't immediately jump on the defensive and instead tried to stop herself from sighing again told him all be needed to know.

The wind was blowing now, rustling the leaves in the trees and the nearby river rippled in reply.

"I found out the guy I fell in love with...is happily engaged." She explained. "I tried." She shrugged and slouched, picking at a scab on her leg idly. "You know, to not get attached. He's high class. Well to do. I'm a commoner. An unclaimed orphan with no familial name." She chuckled, "Shit, we aren't even the same species really."

"whatyousay?" Jugo asked, his dark bushy brows raising.

"He's Sceal." She explained.

"A fish person?" Jugo scoffed, shaking his head.

"zip it old timer." Keeko snapped with an irritated look. "He's valiant and brave, smart and really kind. He cares about everyone around him and he'd bleed himself dry if it meant it'd save even a single person....and he's really handsome on top of it all."

"ok, ok." Jugo held up his hands and watched as Keeko ran a hand through her hair to pull it back from her face. "He sounds like an alright fella. Good morals and values...Sounds like you admire him a lot."

"I'm trying to...." She kicked her feet slowly, the wind rustling her hair as she tried to braid it away from her face slowly. "Convince myself that it's all I feel. Admiration. Respect. That I'm just...confused about what I felt. Maybe then it wouldn't hurt so much."

Keeko and Jugo fell silent for a while, watching the sun slowly slink away behind the behemoth mountain, the sky slowly darkening with it's descent.

"I keep remembering though..." She sighed again, "there was this time where we were by the lake, where his home was. Some nets had managed to make their way down river and snag some Sceal children near the bank. They were tangled and couldn't right themselves, so we'd been cutting the nets. One net got hung on a rock and we couldn't get it loose. So I went in the water to cut it free. Pon, the guy, he came up to me under water and was about here from me." She gestured to a hands length away from her face.

"he helped me unsnag the net and then watched as we cut the kids free. He'd been asked to help look for them, as they admired him and looked up to him. Anyway..." She shook her head and stopped swinging her feet. "He told me that my eyes were quite beautiful. Like the waters surface when the sun hits it at the right angle...." She chuckled, a sad hollow sound. "And the smile he had when he said it...." her smile was warm, her eyes distant as she recalled the memory. "I felt my heart do a flip and my hands felt clammy...."

Keeko sighed again and closed her eyes, as if it would close the memory and rid her of the reminser. "Little did I know....the reason he found them to be so....was because they reminded him of his fiance's scales....she's the same color as my eyes."

Jugo gave a sad groan and pat Keeko on the back. "I'm sorry kid." He said softly. "You know it's neither of your guys fault, right?" He watched as her red head bobbed slightly. "The heart wants what it wants."

"it wants, what it can't have." She muttered, just above a whisper. "I guess what stings the most about it was how over the moon I was for him. My stomach clenched and my heart did flips when he was near, but he had no reaction to my presence at all." She scoffed and rubbed her eyes. "Other than a reminder of his lady fiance in the waters."

"Keeko." Jugo rubbed her back as she took in a sharp inhale of breath and held it.

"I want him to be happy." She said, her voice strained as her eyes glistened. "I want him to be treated right, and to find happiness. To go with as little hardship as he can." She cleared her throat and pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes. "And I want to be able to stand in his presence and feel nothing but the respect I have for him....but I'm....not ready yet."

Jugo let out a sigh as Keeko sniffled and rubbed her eyes free of tears. He waited for her to stop, and go back to staring off into the distance before he tried to speak again.

"Maybe some space from him will do ya some good." The old man suggested. "Time is cruel in the moment. You and him are on totally different paths, and you'd fooled yourself into thinking it was the same one...The wounds are still fresh and the pain is new." He watched the young girl closely as she lowered her gaze to the dirt.

"But it passes quickly, when you're not paying full attention to it...When something else demands your full attention, the Sceal boy will seem like a molehill instead of a mountain...Seasons will change and before you know it, you'll be able to be in the same room as him and feel nothing but the right feelings for him. The admiration and respect you have for him. Maybe then you can build an actual friendship with him. On equal terms and a similar path." He chuckled and nudged her with his elbow. "Gods know he won't be your only crush in life."

"I know." Keeko sighed again heavily, looking up as the last few days of light dimmed, and stars began to blink into view. "It'll just take time, and I feel like it's stopped for me."

"it will...for a while." Jugo agreed and pushed off from the fence. "But only for as long as you let it." He picked up his hoe and slung it over his shoulder. "If you stop livin your life, go no where and keep thinking about him and how you found out, it'll keep reopening that wound. It'll never heal and you'll grow to resent him n her. It'll turn you bitter, and you'll miss your opportunities to find your own happiness. it's sure to drive you mad, should you dwell on it too long. But it's okay to acknowledge and feel how you feel for a time." He looked over his shoulder and was surprised to see her watching him, the tense look she had when he walked up wasn't completely gone-- but she didn't look nearly as miserable.

"thanks Jugo." She said with a small smile. "I feel better with the lid off."

"Happy to help." He smiled back, "does uh, your --" he waved his free hand, trying to remember the title.

"Ba?"

"yeah...does he know how you feel?"

"yeah." She shook her head. "After Pon swam away to take the children to their homes, I told Ba I wanted to marry him. He's teased me about it since, asking me if I wanted to marry other guys from different spieces we've encountered."

"I mean, it's a valid question." Jugo laughed, then laughed louder when Keeko shot him an amused glare.

"Ba was there when Pon introduced his fiance to me...he knew instantly and told me he needed me to deliver a package to a noble." She slid off the fence and dusted her pants off. "There was no package, but I dunno if I could have kept my composure for long once the numb feeling left....so I ran off... pretended to know where I was going. Ran all the way to the city limits and waited for Ba there."

She walked toward Jugo, her eyes on her feet. "We hadnt seen Pon since, but he showed up today...he and his fiance are helping some Sceal merchants set up their storefront. They wanted materials they were used to, so they had some stone delivered to the settlement. It's a special kinda stone. From underwater."

"A fresh bandage rip." Jugo nodded his head. "No wonder you've been sighing all day."

"yup." She sighed once more and then stretched. "I know im going to be sad a little longer...but I do hope my stupid heart gets over this soon..."

#writing #keko and ba #keeko and ba #Ba and Keeko #Ba and Keko #unrequited pining #heartbroken sigh

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ursathered · 1 year

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Creative Journey (Re)Begins - Part 1

(Pencil drawing of John Dittrich from Restless Heart I drew in highschool from a cd case image.)

Tl/dr: I'm finally restarting my artistic journey after close to 15 stalled years. The rest of the images are in part 2.

When I was younger I used to spend most of my free time drawing. It was an escape, but it was also something I loved. Over the years I was taught some negative things about my artistic interests and future, and burned out from lack of support and being surrounded by self-centered peers in my university's art program.

As an adult, I've done very little art projects, and very little on a creative spectrum for that matter. My sole outlet was my Trek-based world my creative writing group wrote. We've been at that for fifteen years!

I moved states about five years ago, and became the "book gifting aunt" to my niche and nephew from where we moved from. My nephew is a huge fan of superheroes, so I decided to live the childhood I never had through him, and then his sister, and gift comics as some the bulk of the reading material, and get some myself (to test the age range, and to start my own collection and read along with them). Ironically, it was easier to find for my niche than for my nephew. But that hasn't stopped me!

Last year a lot of negative (and positive) things happened, and I had to quit my job that I was finally being allowed to at least do things related to what I went to school for (web/graphic design), because I knew I wasn't going to be able to keep at the pace I was going, nor even guarantee meeting deadlines with my grandmother having been moved in (it was always the plan, just...sooner than anticipated, and among other stressors tied to the work). I was introduced to Batman: Wayne Family Adventures (Webtoon Originals comic by Starbite) upon it's release around the same time. I love everything about it!

This past May/June I was searching for their summer birthday gifts, and Amazon suggested a comic called Space Boy by Stephen McCrainie. The omnibus I had found mentioned it was a collection of some number of episodes from Webtoon. I thought that was very fortuitous, and I could go check it out and see what I think. I wound up purchasing the two omnibus books already out, and pre-ordering the third the same day, and read all 300+ episodes on the platform that night thanks to some insomnia. I also sent him an email expressing my affection for the comic, (I never message artists of any kind...and never has anyone replied, but he did! He was very sweet.)

Love. Space. Boy.

Because of subscribing to Space Boy, Webtoon finally managed to figure out that I wasn't interested in manga-style art, (I am, just...wasn't interested in what it was suggesting, and wished there were more varied art options available, but didn't take the time to look). Through it, I found many other wonderful comics by fabulous creators. My first two others being TENACITY by Paige Critchlow, and Sugar & Spies by Paige Keeper.

Through TENACITY I found a group of fabulously supportive, inspiring and awesome creatives, especially Paige! They have been the final kick in the pants to get back into my arts and just do. Two nights ago Lexi and one of her Twitch followers convinced me to finally put up my old works, and what I've done recently, no matter what it is. So...here it starts!

To part two....

#drawing #pencildrawing #art journey

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years

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(This is the "Ob*kin but make the power dynamics painfully real" AU I was talking about earlier today. I waffled back and forth against tagging the ship, and decided not to since it's not pro-ship, just attraction exploration. As such, I'm censoring the ship name so it doesn't pop up in anyone's searches.)

So I end up reading a lot of Ob*kin when filtering by Tropes because it's just The Big Ship so it's bulks out most of the tags I frequent. A lot of those Ob*kin AUs have it so Obi-Wan does the whole "I started noticing your attractiveness when you were still a padawan, of course I couldn't act on it" thing.

I'm thinking an AU that kicks off with Obi-Wan developing said feelings when Anakin grows into himself a bit... except instead of just ignoring it, he did as Obi-Wan does and took An Action!

Namely, he goes to the Council and states that his feelings towards his padawan had gone into an inappropriate direction, and as he was unable to distance himself from the attraction, he feels that he and Anakin need to be separated until such a time as the feelings have passed or Anakin is knighted, as Obi-Wan feels that it is improper at best for him to remain Anakin's master in this situation.

I tossed this at @willowcrowned, as one does, and we had some fun.

Willow:

Oh Anakin would be devastated and feel completely betrayed Like obviously the reaction changes based on whether or not Anakin reciprocates those feelings, but it’s bad either way If he doesn’t reciprocate, then he feels used and worthless like Obi-Wan was just keeping him around to leer at (even though that’s what Obi-Wan is trying to avoid with this!) and palpatine is taking full advantage and going ‘see! the Jedi don’t care about you!’ If he does reciprocate then he’s furious at Obi-Wan for acting like his feelings have to be denied, like Anakin isn’t good enough for him and he probably tries to convince Obi-Wan that there’s no conflict of interest Oooooh you know what would be really fun? If Palpatine implanted those feelings in Obi-Wan on purpose to cause a rift

SO MUCH POTENTIAL DRAMA

I think Obi-Wan initially Does Not Tell Anakin what's going on, just "takes a solo mission" and temporarily transfers training to a trusted friend, someone who's tagged in to help when Anakin was younger (probably Bant or Quinlan, but there are other options) in hopes that this is something he can work through/around

And whoever takes him knows what’s going on and Anakin knows they know and they won’t tell him so he starts worrying that Obi-Wan is dying or something I mean it does make SENSE obi wan would want to tell him himself and his friends would know that

Obi-Wan you stupid slut

"Why can't Obi-Wan just Continue To Not Act On This" something something fanon training bonds mean he could accidentally reveal something and he's worried Anakin would feel pressured to reciprocate.

I mean there’s also just the basic conflict of interest and the fact that Obi-Wan has never trusted himself on anything ever in his life How can he KNOW that these new feelings would have no affect on the way he’s training Anakin? How can he be certain it wouldn’t inadvertently hurt him?

And Obi-Wan insists in visiting a shrink for This (despite refusing to visit one for grief counseling and the like)

Honestly I think the council would agree no matter what Training bond or no

I do think it's necessary in dialogue for the audience as justification, because "why can't he just keep his hands and mouth to himself like a person with basic respect" is a reasonable enough question in many ways for people who don't QUITE have a full understanding of what power dynamics can mean.

And "Anakin finding out and feeling pressured might be out of Obi-Wan's control because Magic Brains" is easier to explain than the other stuff.

I like the idea that Obi-Wan drops him off with Bant for a few weeks/months and that's long enough for her to put Anakin through a few basic medical modules and long story short Anakin's qualified to be a field medic by the time Obi-Wan gets back (and was so busy studying that he barely had time to see Palpatine).

(This is the good ending, but Obi-Wan is still having extreme angst.)

#Obi Wan Kenobi #Anakin Skywalker #Anakin and Obi Wan #one sided attraction #one sided ob*kin #master padawan relationship tw #teacher student relationship tw #sort of #phoenix posts

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one-boring-person · 3 years

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Only Traitors Consort With The Damned. (Part 13)

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: injury, blood

Context: The boys, (Y/n) and Nico formulate a plan to get out of the cave safely.

A/N: I have a new editor! It is my good friend @jawline-of-steel and she will hopefully be helping me with editing on all of my work!😊💛💛💛

Edited By: @jawline-of-steel

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“What do we do? There’s no way out of here except through there! We’re trapped!” I say quickly, keeping my voice down as much as i can so as not to alert anyone outside of the fact that we are very close by, “Is there anywhere we can hide?”

“In here? Yeah, there is, but I’m not sure how good the hiding places are, especially not for someone as big as him.” Dwayne muses, gesturing to Nico as he turns to David with a questioning look on his face.

“All of the hallways are blocked off by debris, and any of the crawlspaces barely fit us, so it’s doubtful that he will be able to get through.” The platinum blonde responds dismissively, though his tone betrays his nerves, the idea of a team of highly trained Hunters waiting just outside the cave worrying and unnerving to him.

“How is she supposed to walk anywhere? She’s got a busted leg, remember?” Paul interjects, pointing at me.

“One of us could carry her?” Marko suggests, which draws a low growl from Nico, his protective side showing through as he tightens his grip around me, holding me tighter to his chest.

I think for a minute, during which time the other five tense up, clearly having heard something I can't, Marko and Paul starting to look even more worried. Frowning, i look around at them all, as if asking them to clarify, though none of them care to explain; instead, David jerks his head to the side, signalling for the rest of us to follow him as he leads us through a nearby tunnel, which takes us to what i assume is their sleeping quarters, Nico having to duck down the entire time as he struggles to fit his bulk in the space. As we emerge into the area, David quickly starts talking.

“The sun is gonna come up soon, so we don’t really have too much time, but I think we can help you. If one of us carries (Y/n), then she can leave through the way we get in and out of here, which isn’t accessible by foot, so it's the safest way out. As for Nico, there’s a chance we can lure the Hunters around the caves enough for him to have a clear chance at getting out of here, but it will only work if you're fast, because they'll most likely be expecting something like this to happen. There’s a safehouse a little way away, where you can stay until you can find transport, and where one of us can stay whilst the sun is out.” The vampire swiftly explains, the rest of us nodding as we take in the plan, glad that one of us is thinking rationally.

“Hold on, why do you have a safehouse?” Nico asks, frowning in the dim light.

“Our sire made it in case anyone ever came after us.” Dwayne fills him in, before moving on again just as quickly, “Which one of us is going to carry her?”

“Paul will, he's the fastest out of the four of us, which will mean he can get to the safehouse much quicker.” David says decisively, looking to his friend for confirmation.

“I’ll do it.” The tall vampire nods, reaching out to take me from Nico, who reluctantly hands me over, giving me one last squeeze for reassurance as he passes me to the blonde.

“Hang on a sec, what about Nico? How is he supposed to know where the safehouse is?” I chip in, looking at the towering werewolf as he straightens again.

The vampires are silent for a moment, thinking the question through, clearly as stuck as I am. Eventually, Dwayne pipes up again, having thought of something.

“I guess one of us will have to go with him.” The brunette says, looking around at the others.

“Yeah, I guess that would help.” I agree, adjusting myself in Paul’s arms.

“I can do it, I'm fast enough to get out of here and into cover before the sun comes up.” Dwayne offers, looking over at Nico as the werewolf, nods appreciatively, still uneasy around the vampires, but not as much as before.

“Ok, Dwayne will go with the werewolf. We’ll stay here and out of sight as much as we can.” David says with finality, watching us all agree before speaking again, “Alright then, let's get going, I can already hear them on the steps.”

“Alright. Thank you for doing this, you really didn't have to.” I say to them all, smiling thankfully.

“No problem, Dwayne is right. We owe you this, you’ve saved our lives too many times to count.” The platinum blonde waves me off, moving to start off into a nearby hallway.

I go to say something, only for Nico to cut me off, gesturing for Paul and Dwayne to move off immediately, not allowing me to argue with him, as is often the case. Paul starts moving off, carrying me as he turns down a different way to the others, where there is already a cooler breeze blowing in from the sea just outside. I lean back against the vampire’s chest, tensing in his arms in trepidation as i think through the plan in my head, still nervous about what will happen to my friends whilst im gone, particularly David and Marko, who will be stuck in the cave with a bunch of Hunters ready to kill them at a moment’s notice, should they get themselves caught. Part of me is confident that they won’t, but the more rational part of my mind knows that there is a very high probability of things going badly, which will end even worse for the rest of us.

I am snapped from my thoughts by the sound of the roaring ocean, the cave now widening out into a cavern that is filled with crashing waves, the far end ïleading to the sea itself, the horizon still cloaked in darkness despite the proximity of dawn that is fast approaching.

“You're gonna want to hold on tight.” Paul warns me, waiting for me to grip him with more force before he kicks off the ground, the disorientation that comes with his floating slightly off-putting as I become stiff in his arms.

“Hey, relax. I'm not going to drop you.” The vampire promises, before he starts to move off towards the front of the cave and out into the open.

My back aches as I slouch in the chair I'm sat in, my fingers knotted together as I watch the doorway, my lip already in shreds from how much I've been biting it, every muscle in my body tense with nerves. Across from me, Paul eyes me in concern, knowing that every movement I'm making is upsetting the injury on my knee, which is throbbing painfully now, though I am ignoring it in favour of staring at the space where Nico and Dwayne should appear.

"They'll make it, (Y/n), don't worry." The vampire tries to reassure me, though he isn't too convinced, looking just as worried and uneasy as i feel.

"I hope so." I manage back, my jaw clenched and tight, though I am doing my best to relax it.

We wait in silence again for a few moments, neither of us daring to say a word in case we miss the tell tale sounds of someone entering the safe house through the hatch in the abandoned gas station above, the actual door itself squeaky and stiff from disuse. It takes a little while, but eventually we hear it, at which point Paul moves to stand by the doorway, ready to intercept if it should be someone unsavoury, rather than the supernatural beings we are expecting. I sit up straighter, my eyes trained on the doorway, anxiously awaiting whoever it is, the heavy footsteps becoming more and more audible as they approach.

Suddenly, the familiar, lithe silhouette of Dwayne enters the candlelight, the brunette limping a little, his bare chest stained red with blood, Nico just behind him, the werewolf completely bare, his skin covered in sweat, blood and dirt. A few cuts litter his chest, though there is a wound on his shoulder where the shaft of a crossbow bolt is just visible. The German instantly comes over to me as he sees me, ignoring any pain as he chooses instead to pull me into an awkward embrace, glad to see I'm alright.

"Thank God you're ok!" He hums into my hair, pulling back to look me in the eye.

"I'm fine, Nico, though I can't say the same about you. What happened?" I respond, looking between him and Dwayne, who has sat down beside me on a different chair.

"There were some waiting for us outside the cave. We fought them off, but we both got hurt in the process. Nico took a crossbow bolt for me." The vampire informs me, nodding thankfully at the werewolf.

"And you took a bullet for me. We are even." He responds, smiling at the vampire in his usual crooked way, moving away from me when he finally notices that he is still naked, "Are there any clothes in here that I could wear?"

"Err, yeah man, they're over there. What happened to your first ones?" Paul asks, looking a little confused.

Nico sends him an odd look, obviously wondering if the vampire is joking.

"My clothes were destroyed when I transformed."

"You transformed?!" Paul exclaims, going wide-eyed as he looks over the huge werewolf.

"It was the only way either of us would be fast enough." Dwayne cuts in, groaning as he pulls a bullet out of his shoulder with his fingers.

"Oh, right." His friend nods, going to the brunette's side to offer his aid.

Across from us, Nico roughly yanks out the crossbow bolt, growling as he does so, pulling on a shirt that is much too small for him after, knowing that the wounds will heal themselves in a little while. Once done, he moves to sit on a sofa nearby, only to come and help me up when I gesture to him that I'd like to join him. Carrying me over to the sofa, the werewolf sits down with me, placing me beside him as he leans back, clearly tired.

Tired now, I watch as Paul helps Dwayne with his injuries, the two vampires talking quietly amongst each other, clearly worried about David and Marko, who are most likely still running from the Hunters back at the cave, the two of them in great danger. Unconsciously, I let my head drop onto Nico's shoulder, my eyelids starting to droop as I start to give in to the sleep I've been fighting off all night, the perpetual warmth from his body soothing and calming to me, his arm coming up to support me as he carefully manoeuvres us so that he's lying back against the arm of the sofa, my body resting on his. In this new position I quickly feel myself start to lose consciousness, my muscles finally relaxing as I let myself fall asleep.

Part Fourteen

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I think you're the most beautiful man in the world

Morgan/Female Reader (smut)

I love my cowboy 💛

You could watch him for hours and sometimes you tried to, but most times he could feel your eyes on him and he'd catch you staring at him like some love sick puppy. Every time he caught you he'd give you one of those bashful smiles and messed with his hat as he bowed his head at you in greeting, you did what your instinct told you to do which was to retreat as quick as you could. Arthur Morgan was one of the most handsome men you had ever set your eyes on. The sad thing about this was that Arthur never seemed to know how handsome he was, many times you had heard him put himself down or compare himself to other men, you wished with all your heart to just tell him all the things you thought about him. Thinking about telling him is easy enough but actually telling him to his face was almost impossible, last time you had gone to tell him he had been sat on his cot, the button up shirt he wore was partly open and he had smiled softly at you with his journal in hand. You had started panicking instantly and as he had reached out for you to help, you ran out of his tent with a shout of 'goodnight!' despite it being only midday. The girls had been relentless about your last encounter, the fact you had screamed goodnight at a man for smiling at just 12 o'clock in the afternoon was the most hilarious thing in the world. Karen always offered to tell him for you and you are pretty sure that Mary-Beth is basing the new novel she's writing on your misfortune and pining, the only supportive one had been Abigail - she often sat with you and just talked about love and about knowing if someone was the one. And to you he was. Arthur Morgan was the love of your life and he didn't know and at this rate he was most likely never going to know.

You screamed into your pillow loudly. You had opted to spend the night at the Valentine hotel, you needed a pity party for yourself and this what you chose to do, you had a bar of chocolate and a bottle of whiskey on the bed you lay on, the pillow was pressed to your face as you face planted into it on arrival. At that all the other things on your mind crashed down on you, how sad did you look staying in a hotel on your own? You honestly felt like the saddest and most pathetic woman in the world, which you were - pining after a man who had only offered you small talk and smiles. But boy were those smiles something.

Knock Knock

You ignore it at first but then the banging becomes relentless and the door shakes as the door is pounded on. When the door handles starts being twisted you decide that it was probably smart to answer before that seedy hotel clerk busted the door down. Groaning you lift your head off the pillow and look towards the door, using the most polite voice that you can seemingly muster during your mental crisis you respond to the person who keeps knocking in hard taps,

"Sir I only want the room - no baths or anyone or anything needed thank you,"

The person on the other side stops their banging but their shadow doesn't leave from behind the door, "Y/N? You in there?"

You're pretty sure your eyes almost pop out of your head, quickly you lift yourself off the bed and look at the mirror, your hair is unruly from the pillow screaming and the shirt you're wearing is crumpled to pieces, you're also only in your underwear. The door handle is tugged again with a concerned call of your name. With a silent scream to yourself you pull at the shirt as if that'll help make it cover more of you and you open the door.

Arthur stood on the other side, he was shifting as he waited. He was in a soft,blue union shirt with the buttons undone, you had to control yourself and avoid looking at the exposed skin of his chest, that would be a key weakness and you had only your room to run into this time. There was no way past him if you wanted to bolt forward anyway. Arthur took up pretty much the whole door way with his bulk. He looked worried and slightly annoyed, his hair was damp near his ears and his neck was flushed which gave off the impression that he had been running around or striding quickly in his usual sort of movement.

"What are you doing here? Is something wrong back at camp?" Your fingers gripped the door hard as you looked up at him, his chest was heaving slightly and you watched as his hand lifted to point right at you.

"What are you doing here? You didn't tell anyone where the hell you were?"

You had. You had told all the girls, you had told Mrs. Grimshaw and hell you even told Hosea who had suggested the idea in the first place.

"I did Arthur - I'm surprised no-one else told you I was here,"

He took a breath as he stopped his pointing only to cross his arms, he seemed annoyed which you couldn't understand so your grip on the door only tightened.

"You didn't tell me,"

Your eyes widen as you stare at him, "I have to tell you that I'm going to book a hotel?"

That caught him off guard, his whole body seemed to tense at your question, in typical Arthur fashion he bowed his head and shifted as if unsure of what to do with himself. When he looked back at you his mouth was in a straight line and his eyes flickered to you and then to your room as he tried to peer in.

"Arthur I'm fine, I'm just going to spend the night here and then I'll be back at camp in the morning,"

"Look I - I just wanted to make sure you was safe is all - could hear ya screamin from the other side - almost kicked the damn thing down - ya got someone in there with ya? He ain't hurting ya is he?"

He heard your pillow tantrum? Your face erupts into a deep blush as you look at the concern on his face, he averted your eyes when he saw your reaction but that didn't stop him from trying to look back in the room as if expecting the mystery man to reveal himself anytime soon.

"I - I - I'm alone! It's just me!"

Arthur didn't look convinced. He was a clear example of someone's reaction to listening to absolute bullshit. With a nod at you, he puts his hand near his holster and taps his fingers against his gun, "Then I guess ya won't mind me havin a little look then,"

You stammer as Arthur carefully manoeuvres you out of the way and pushes himself into the hotel room, you watch as his eyes scan the premise for any danger before settling on the crumpled cushion and the goodies on the bed. When he turns back to you his eyes widen when he takes you all in and you then realise that before you had been able to smartly conceal yourself behind the door, but now you were completely exposed - Arthur had been given a clear view of your underwear and the hairs on your body stood on end as he gave you a quick once over. He lets out an embarrassed cough as he adverts his eyes and with that you return to your previous seat on the bed and thrust the pillow into your lap as you cross your legs to hide yourself.

"See I'm fine,"

"I can see that,"

The room feels really warm now and you glance at the window thinking of a new escape plan.

"Doesn't explain the screamin though does it?"

You laugh slightly, which comes out as an awkward set of cough as you stammer again, "I - I - I just had to have a little moment. To ge - get it out of my system! Just a good old scream and cry to get the juices flowing,"

"Somethin the matter?"

You thought about his question, and all you wanted to do was scream yes at him as he stared down at you, you think about telling him but with him looking at you with those eyes you throat tightens. But this was your chance and like Abigail had said - you had to take it eventually. Besides if you didn't what were the chances that Mary Linton was finally going to get Arthur crawling back to her, her letters were more consistent and of course Arthur went back to her to help. If you didn't speak now you were going to lose him.

"Can you turn around?"

"Excuse me?"

"Just I got something I want to say but I need you turn around please,"

Arthur gives a bemused smile but does as you ask, his back faces you now and you stare at how broad it is, "Ya coulda just said my ugly mug was botherin ya,"

You knew it was supposed to come out as a joke, but you knew he wasn't, and that was the trigger point for you.

"I hate it when you say stuff like that, I hate it because it's far from true,"

"Y/N I w-"

Arthur begins to turn around but you quickly interject to stop him, "Turn around please! I'm not done," he twists his body back round thankfully, but his back is tense as he stands stiff.

"Arthur. God I thought it would be easier with you turned around! I - ah - I -"

"What?"

"I think you're beautiful Arthur,"

He snorts at that.

"I really do! I think you're one of the most beautiful men I've ever seen! And - and not just based on what you look like! You - you're kind and strong - I - I've seen how much you help others and how compassionate you are whether it's with the others or your horse and - and -"

You stumble on your words, something wet hits your hand and you realise you're crying, Arthur stills stand stiff still as he listens to you and seeing the reality of what you're doing you let out a choked sob, as quickly as you can you throw yourself off the bed and go for the door. Before you can reach for the handle the door is slammed shut in front of your face, bracing for impact you brace your hands against the door to prevent yourself from running face first into it, you lean your forehead in defeat against the cold of the wood as you continue to sob. Arthur is directly behind you, his hand braced above you to keep the door closed, his chest is against your back and you shift at how warm he is, you almost tremble as he leans into you so his face is closer to the top of your head.

"Ya had more to say?"

"I - I - I can't!"

"You can,"

"Arthur - I - I really can't,"

"I ain't letting you leave till you do,"

With shaky breaths you push your head further into the door, your nails dig into the wood as you try and focus on what to say, "I don't want you to hate me or be angry - I know you wouldn't be - but I don't want you to - to not talk to me again,"

"That'll never happen you know that,"

"I do,"

"Then just tell me, ya got something on your mind, ya have for a while now so just get it all out and then maybe ya can stop running away from me every damn time I go to talk to ya,"

With deep breaths you try and calm the beating of your heart, the thumping of it echoes in your ear drums and the pressure of Arthur breathing against your back isn't helping things.

"I - I -"

"It's okay darlin,"

Was it okay? It was too late to consider that because the long waited words had finally slipped out of your mouth and they came out loud and clear, "I love you Arthur,"

Time stands still. All you can hear is the frantic beating of your own heart and the small choked sobs that escape you every once in a while, Arthur is silent and you press further into the door as the tears start to fall more freely. You watch as Arthur's hands fall from the door, you watch as they seem to twitch before disappearing from view and then the unexpected happens when those fallen hands settle on your hips, his hands are unsure as he holds you but they're warm and steady when he pulls you towards him so his chin can rest on the top of your hair. You can feel the warmth on his breath against your head and you frown in confusion as he sighs against you.

"You know how long I've been waitin to hear that?"

Blinking your tears away you try and turn to look at him but he keeps you planted in front of him, "What?"

"Been waitin for you to say it first, I wanted to - god I've wanted to tell you since the damn party for Shaun but I - god I'm a coward,"

"You a coward? You're anything but Arthur, besides I was the one running away from you all the time,"

"You were, cutest damn run I've ever seen,"

You let out a hiccupy laugh and smile as you feel his chest rumble with laughter against your back, "You laughing at my well thought out escape plans?"

"Hmmm perhaps, saw how ya were lookin at that window earlier,"

You let a choked grumble as you fidget in his grasp, he laughs a bit louder and hugs you tighter, your hands remove themselves from the door and you grab at his hands that now intersect at your stomach. You stroke at the scar on his knuckle and he sighs softly against the top of your head, you writhe in his grasp as you try and spin yourself around in order to look at his face. He relinquishes his grasp ever so slightly so you can pivot and place your hands on his chest, now you can freely stare at his exposed skin and you almost snort at your small victory to be able to finally look at him like this and not feel like a creep. When you look at him he's staring right back at you with such an adoring expression, your face feels warm as he moves his hands to hold the small of your back, your own hands have moved from his chest to cup at his face. He's let his beard grow out a bit, a bit thicker than his usual stubble but it suits him all the same, your fingers trace his cheeks softly and gently touch at the tufts of hair that have fallen from under his hat, the curls just ended under his ears and you touch one as you breathe him in. The lingering smell of tobacco and sweat clings to his form, when you glance back at him his eyes are closed as he sighs, when he opens them again he smiles when he realises your eyes are on him again.

"What does this mean Arthur?"

He sighs as he spreads his fingers over your back and leans in so he can look you in the eyes, "Guess it means - my tent is gonna be a bit more crowded,"

You shake your head with a smile as you cup his cheeks in your hands, "What if I want to stay in my own tent?"

"Sorry ma'am I can't allow that,"

With a boisterous grin that lit up his face he picks you up which causes you to squeal loudly as he tosses you onto the bed, you bounce several times and you laugh when he fails to dodge the pillow you toss at him. You go for another one but he's on you in seconds, straddling your waist as he holds your wrists in his hands.

"Ma'am I'm gonna have ta ask ya to drop the pillow,"

Pouting you do and he snickers as you flinch when he starts tickling the palms of your hands with his fingers. Then you realise the position you're in with him leaning over you like that, he must realise it too, his grips loosens but he doesn't let go and he doesn't remove himself from your waist. His jaw tenses as he watches you, only one of his hands hold your wrists in place - the other cups your cheek and you can't help but lean into the warmth of it. Your stomach is filled with butterflies and your heart pounds, there's still that small fear of rejection but the feeling of love and want for him is overwhelming in comparison.

"Arthur I - I want-"

"I know,"

With that he grabs his hat and tosses it onto the nearby bed stand, and then he leans down and kisses you softly, his lips press ever so gently and sigh against his mouth as he presses a bit harder. Your hands flex in his grip wanting nothing more than to run your hands through his hair and down his back, he doesn't let go and the hand that once cupped your cheek moves to stroke the column of your neck. He pulls away after a few more quick kisses and looks at you, his hands trace your neck and then linger at your collarbones, his eyes flick from your own to your shirt and you get the message soon enough.

"It's okay,"

Nodding at you several times he releases your grip and leans back so you can sit up, your hands hold the hem of your shirt and you look at Arthur to make sure he's watching you: he is. Slowly you lift the edge of you shirt upwards, revealing the skin of your stomach and the outline of your ribs. You had nothing underneath, as you had plans to be alone the whole day so had no need to wear anything else in the room, Arthur isn't expecting to see you completely bare as his eyes widen comically when your shirt is fully removed and you're front is exposed to him. His eyes take in you all in and you fight the instinct to cover yourself as his eyes go from your stomach to your breasts and then back to your face. He coughs several times as if he is unable to formulate any sort of speech, which causes him to swear under his breath as he darts his eyes from your form to your eyes. With slow movements he shuffles closer onto the bed so he can reach a hand to touch you, he retracts at first as if unsure but when you smile softly at him he continues and cups a breast in his hand, his hand covers the whole of breast in a soft squeeze and you can't stop the small moan that leaves your lips.

"You're beautiful - god - I don't even deserve to be touching you like this. God! even seeing you like this - I don't -"

You move your hands to hold the back of his neck and you thread them together, "You do Arthur," with that you kiss him again.

The kiss is more heated this time around, his lips crash into your own desperately as if he couldn't get enough, one of his hand holds your breast giving the occasional squeeze and pinch, the other hand moves to the small of your back, slowly teasing downwards as if unsure if he can touch you further. You gasp when he pinches at your nipple and uses his fingers to cause them to harden almost painfully, as soon as your mouth parts open the warmth of his tongue invades, he licks at the roof of your mouth then to your own tongue as he kisses you like a dying man. Your hands are in his hair, tugging at the curls to bring him closer to you, he groans at every pull you do and his kisses become more confident. With shaky hands you push gently at his chest, Arthur chases your lips as you pull away, but when you refuse to kiss him again he stops and lets his nose brush against your own as he pants with you.

"This needs to go," your command is shaky as you try and regain your breath, your hands pulls at the blue fabric of his shirt.

"I'm not sure you want to see this sweetheart - I ain't as young as I used to be - not got much to offer,"

"Please,"

He does take it off, slowly and unsure but he does remove it. His chest is as broad and as perfect as you imagined, hair tufts on his chest and more hair leads downwards to the edge of his trousers. He has some scars on his shoulders and ear his ribs but he is still stunning to you. Your hand traces his ribs and you repeat and up and down stroking motion on his chest, which causes him to sigh heavily. He's not skinny by all means, but he's thick and bulky, with strong arms and a presence of just pure strength.

"Like I said before, you're the most beautiful man I've ever seen,"

You press soft kisses to his chest as you rub the slightly red skin near his collarbones, he groans when your breasts connect with his bare chest and he can feel your nipples harden up against him. He leans in to kiss you again but you stop him with a hand over his mouth.

"If you want to continue you have to say I'm right,"

You almost laugh at the frown that takes over his features as he looks down at you, he's reluctant you can tell but you know he'll say it, whether he likes the idea or not. Pressing his forehead to your own he looks you in the eyes and you remove your hand and wait.

"You're right,"

Smiling brightly at him you loops your hands around his neck and with a laugh drag him back down on top of you, he immediately connects your mouth together in frenzied wet kisses as his hands brace themselves over you so he wouldn't crush you. The hair on his chest tickles you and you laugh in-between kisses, your fingers continue to pull at the strands of his hair as you melt under Arthur's touch. You notice how he keeps moving against you, the hardness of him presses against you, you look at him with heated eyes and he gives you another kiss before moving from your lips to your neck. He presses wet kisses from your throat down to your breast where he kisses at the bud of your nipple, your hands grasp at his hair as he latches him mouth onto it and suckles, breathy moans escape your lips as his other hand cradles your unoccupied one. Fingers tease at your left nipple, whilst his mouth continues to suckle at your right one, you groan when he pulls away and he offers small licks as an apology to the sore bud. His kisses and nips travel downwards, from your stomach to the plush of your thighs and then he stops as he hovered over your clothed sex. With a look at you for permission in which you nod quickly, he delivers a long lick to the cloth of your panties, one of his hands grabs the flesh of your left thigh as he spreads your leg so he can move closer to the silk of your underwear. Eventually he stops his teasing to pull at the clothing and yank it away off you, it lands somewhere on the floor but before you can worry about your lost underwear he is back in-between your thighs as he licks at you again. Your hands grab at the sheets of the mattress as you cry loudly as he drinks you in, his hands soothe at your thighs and keep them open, preventing you from closing them around his head to bring him in closer. His tongue plunges in and out of you and the tickle of his facial hair only stimulate the feeling further as he presses his face so hard into you. Occasionally, he'll pull back and let his tongue trace over the lips of your vagina before sticking it back into your folds causing you to moan out gibberish as you writhe under him. You scream when one of his hands moves from your thigh to play with your clit, he rubs slowly and finally he allows himself to tease a finger into your opening. You sigh in relief when the first finger enters you but before long when he slips in the second you're writhing against his hand trying to push his digits deeper inside you, he sucks hard at your clit and soon enough the heat in your stomach becomes too much, you don't want to finish so soon so you try and move yourself away from his mouth. Arthur only groans and tries to pull you back to him, but you don't relent much to his disappointment as he continues to drag you back to him.

"Arthur! Stop! I - I - just not yet! Please!

With a sigh against your clit which causes you to shiver he moves back, with a slow and steady movement he withdraws his fingers from you. With a few kisses to your thigh he sits up between your legs and looks you in the eyes as he brings one to his mouth and licks. You bring your hands to your face in embarrassment as he does this and all he does is laugh at you, when you peek from behind your fingers you see that his hands are twitching patiently at his sides and you flush brightly at the wet around his mouth and how it shines across his lips. Your eyes drag from his mouth to his crotch which his hands are twitching by, he presses uncomfortably from what you can see judging by the hard outline of himself.

"Off,"

With fumbling hands Arthur removes his trousers, he pauses at his last garment of clothing, he presses hard and thick against the cloth and you sigh in anticipation as he pulls it off himself. He hisses as the fabric brushes against him, but when he's completely free from the confining material he groans softly. When you reach out for him to repay the favour, he waves a hand at you.

"I'm good ta go darlin, just need to know if you are,"

You nod at him and he nods back at you in silent understanding. His hand holds the base of himself as he strokes slowly, he shuffles himself forward in the process so your legs spread wider to accommodate him. He groans as he touches himself as he stares directly at you, with his hand he lines himself up with you, your legs wrap around his waist and he drapes over you so his mouth is a breath away from your own. He twitches against your opening and you moan as you wrap your arms around his neck, his free hand holds himself over you as he stares deep into your eyes.

"Are you sure you really want this darlin?"

Smiling up at him with watery eyes you kiss him quickly, "I do. Have done for a while,"

He kisses you softly as he smiles back at you, "Me too,"

Arthur shifts closer and your arms wrap around his neck hard as he shifts against your entrance, you choke on your breath when he slowly pushes in. He's a lot bigger than you could have imagined, it hurts for a moment but you feel complete when he fully settles inside of you. His hand releases himself after guiding himself inside you and instead grabs at your thigh and brings you in closer so he's connected deeply inside you. Your breath is shaky against his mouth which his parted open in short breaths as he stills for a moment, he waits for you to shift your hips before he starts moving. You drag him back down to your lips as he moves against you, he moves slowly but deeply inside you as he grinds you into the mattress, the kisses are less coordinated but filled with passion as you cling to him hard. His slow motions have resorted to deep thrusts that have you clinging hard onto his back as he moves harder and deeper inside you, with a hard kiss to your mouth he pulls away and presses his face into your neck as he pulls out completely and thrusts himself back into you hard. You scream and dig your nails into his back as he repeats the motions, the speed and strength as his thrusts increases as he moans into your neck and at the drag of your nails against the wet of his back. He mouths breathlessly at your neck and kisses hotly at any bit of skin he can get to, you grip him like a life line as his thrusts become relentless, they shake your body as your breasts press hard against his chest, the drag of his chest against your nipples heightens the feeling in your stomach drastically.

"Arthur - Arthur!"

You cry his name as he pounds into you, he groans your own name into your ear before clamping his teeth into the junction of your neck as he rocked into you, you gasp as the feeling in your stomach returns and your toes curls as you cling to him, Arthur groans as you tighten around him and releases your neck to kiss you again as the hand on your thigh drops to touch your clit. He rubs quick, hard circles as he kisses you hard and you wail loudly as he hits just the right spot.

"It's okay darlin - come on - you can do it,"

He pinches hard at your clit in-between frenzied thrusts, and with a cry of his name you orgasm, shaking hard against him as you tighten your grip around him. Arthur groans loudly into your neck and curses as he shifts so he can angle deeper, his hand leaves your clit to pull your leg over his shoulder as he frantic thrusts push into you, when you moan his name he dives forward crash his lips into your own and groans loudly into your mouth as he releases inside you. You coo at him as he shakes above you, your hands stroke over the muscles of his back and your legs cling to his hips. You kiss him softly as you hold him close, he returns your kisses with the same softness and you almost start crying again as he whispers multiple 'I love yous' against your lips, you just kiss him harder and smile at him whispering the same thing. When he pulls out of you, you both gasp at the feeling causing the hand holding Arthur up to drop , in which he collapses on top of you. Your hands stroke at his hair, which is damp with perspiration, you leave tender kisses to the top of his head as he shuffles downwards to lie against your breasts.

"You sure this is okay?"

"More than okay sweetheart," Arthur kisses your chest softly as he tiredly raises his eyes to meet yours.

As your hands play with hair you think back to earlier on, "I'm still surprised no-one told you I was here,"

"Oh they did,"

Your hands freeze at your ministrations and Arthur groans at that, "Then why did you lie? Why were you so angry?"

"Karen told me you was with a man,"

Of course, you think, Karen was the one of all people to start trouble.

"You must have been surprised that I wasn't,"

"I was thankful - meant I still had a chance,"

"You always will with me Arthur,"

You both smile at each other, and with an over exaggerated yawn from him he drops his face suddenly back into your chest which causes you to laugh loudly with surprise.

"That means no more runnin away darlin,"

"And that means no more insults about yourself, you're beautiful,"

"Hmmm - you're right. I must be something special to end up with someone like you,"

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Duke Reviews TV: Mighty Morphin Power Rangers 1x20 And 1x21 Green With Evil Parts 4&5

Moving Onto Episode 4, Entitled Eclipsing Megazord, The Rangers Attempt To Morph To Go Fight A Large Goldar Only To Discover That They Can't Because In Attempting To Get Zordon Back, They Caused An Interdimensional Power Surge Which Is Not Only Preventing Them From Morphing But Shutting Down All Sources Of Energy In The Command Center...

However, When Billy Fixes The Computer, They're Finally Able To Morph To Fight Goldar But Before They're Able To Do So, They Have To Go Through Scorpina And A Squad Of Putties

But Back At The Command Center, Alpha Finally Holds Zordon Enough For Him To Tell Alpha A Location So Alpha Can Start A Search Pattern For Him...

While At The Youth Center, Bulk And Skull Hijack A Bus To Get Away From The Youth Center As An Earthquake Happens...

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But What The 2 Didn't Know Was That The Bus Belonged To Sandra Bullock...

Alpha Attempts To Start A Search Pattern For Zordon But Is Interrupted By The Interpherance Of The Green Ranger Who Temporarily Puts Alpha Out Of Business So He Can Get Rid Of Zordon Once And For All...

Meanwhile, Goldar Picks Up Bulk And Skull's Bus And Takes Them To The Beach As Alpha's Back Up Systems Kick In Allowing Him To Trap The Green Ranger In A Force Field Only To Be Too Late As The Green Ranger Got Rid Of Zordon Before Alpha Could Tell Him Anymore...

Bringing In The Zords To Form The Megazord, The Rangers Manage To Save Bulk And Skull Only To Face Goldar And Scorpina As Rita Casts Her Spell To Create An Eclipse Which Will Cut Off Megazord's Solar Power...

Teleporting The Green Ranger Out Of The Command Center, Rita Makes Him Grow As Well...

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With The Zords Destroyed, All The Rangers Except Jason Are About To Give Up...

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That Is Until Alpha Gets Something From The Command Center's Main Computer...

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Moving Onto Part 5 Entitled Breaking The Spell, Everyone Believes The Computer's Deduction Of The Green Ranger To Be A Mistake As The Computer's Been Under Repair But Eventually They Face The Facts And Set Out To Break Rita's Spell Over Tommy...

Confronting Tommy At The Youth Center, Kimberly Tries Talking To Him But Tommy Is Beyond Words At This Point Saying That Her And The Other Power Rangers Will Soon Be Destroyed As His Eyes Glow Green...

Meanwhile On The Moon, Rita Gives Tommy The Best Zord Of The Entire Series!

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Telling The Others About What Happened At The Youth Center, Pieces Of A Long Puzzle Start Coming Together As Trini Arrives To Tell The Others About The Dragonzord....

Morphing, The Rangers Find That Without Their Zords They're No Match For The Dragonzord Or Tommy. But Luckily Alpha Gets Zordon Back...

And He Resurrects The Rangers' Zords So They Can Fight The Dragonzord...

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With Rita's Spell Broken, They Try To Convince Tommy Join The Team But After Everything He's Done, He Decides Not To Join Them And Instead Returns To Rita To Lead A Reign Of Terror That Eventually Transforms Tommy Into Lord....

Nah, I'm Just Kidding! Tommy Joins The Team And The Prophecy Of The 6th Ranger Joining The Others Comes To Pass...

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Upset That Another One Plans Has Failed, Rita Goes To Work Off Another Headache As The Rangers Take Tommy Back To The Command Center...

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And That's Green With Evil, And It's No Wonder That It Is One Of The Best Multiparters Of The Entire Series...

It's A Great Introduction To The Character Of Tommy As It Has A Great Story That Has The Characters Pretty Well Written And The Fight Scenes Are Well Done Either Way I Say See It...

Till Then, This Is Duke, Signing Off...

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#1 with Bumbletron, if you're willing? I'm so curious about how you're writing this pair...

KICKS THE DOOR IN

DID SOMEBODY SAY BUMBLETRON?

I may have used this as an opportunity to play around with a scene that will eventually happen in the fic I’m working on, haha. It will be literally forever before I ever get to that part though, so it was nice to have an excuse to write a simplified version of it.

I have no idea if it will really make much sense outside of context?? All you really need to know is that Megatron returns a couple years after the events of Predacon Rising, the council (made up of neutrals, cons, and bots, including bumblebee) decides to put him under house arrest that’s disguised as becoming bonded to someone (aka bee because he volunteers – it’s complicated??), and this is after they’ve lived together for a while and have really come to get along. They still aren’t romantic just yet oOPS but they care.

god, i’m so sorry, i’m 99% sure this will make sense to no one but me haha. but i had a lot of fun writing it and i’m now very motivated to work on the main fic again, so thank you so much for this ask.

“It’s late.”

If Bumblebee heard him, the small warrior turned politicianmade no sign of it. He stayed bent over his desk, optics focused on the brightscreen in front of him while dozens of datapads were strewn across the rest ofthe desk surface. In truth, he looked like a mech possessed.

Megatron knew that feeling all too well.

“Come to bed.”

“Can’t,” Bumblebee said without so much as looking at him. “Ineed to finish this.”

“What you need to do is recharge.”

“I can recharge once this initiative is finished.”

“You can’t write an entire initiative in one night.”

Somehow the rigid frame grew all the more so, plating pulledin tight enough that it would start to ache if Bumblebee didn’t relax soon. Hepulled his servos away from the keyboard long enough to scrub at his face.Still, he did not turn to meet Megatron’s gaze.

“I have to. If I don’t, the rest of the council will dropit.”

Megatron ex-vented softly as he leaned his bulk against thedoorframe. “You also cannot go in there without your wits about you. TheNeutrals may want to accept an initiative working towards integration, but theywill still need convincing that yours is a viable option.”

“I know.”

“The Decepticons will likely support you, but unless youhand all control over to them, they will be assets, not allies.”

“I know,” Bumblebeesnapped, plating now flared in frustration.

Megatron frowned as he continued, softer than before, “Icannot warn you enough how difficult it will be to face your companions aspolitical adversaries on this matter.”

Slowly and surely, Bumblebee’s shoulders drooped.

“I know,” he replied, his tone finally belying his fatigue. “Butthat’s why I have to go in with a complete initiative. As much as I don’t wantto fight with Arcee and Ultra Magnus, they don’t want to fight with me either.So if my initiative isn’t complete, it would be too easy an excuse for them todismiss the topic completely.”

“Being exhausted won’t help you either. It will leave youwide open.”

“I’m not recharging till I’m done.”

“Bumblebee–”

“You’ll have to come over here and make me,” Bumblebeeinsisted, finally turning to look over his shoulder. Fatigue could not wipe thespark of challenge in his optics.

It was amazing how this small, young Autobot remindedMegatron so much of himself at that age.

With a quiet huff of his ventilations, Megatron pushed offthe doorframe, though his steps into the study were slow. He hesitated though when he was next toBumblebee’s chair. A year of sharing the same apartment, some months in thesame bed, and still it felt as if he did not have the right to reach outtowards his ‘bonded’.

But Bumblebee did not reject the servo that Megatron restedon his shoulder. Yellow plating settled, warm and smooth under Megatron’s touch.

“Complete a minimal recharge cycle. I’ll read what you have,and we’ll finish it when you come back online. That should leave us enough timefor you to complete a full defrag before the meeting.”

Bumblebee stared up at him, optics cycling and optic ridgesfurrowing as he considered Megatron.

“That timeline would only leave us with two hours to write.There’s no way that’s enough time.”

Megatron chuckled, lifting his free servo to flex and curl. “Youknow my manifesto?”

“Sure. It was hundreds of pages of Decepticon propaganda.”

Megatron sneered and, for the first time in days it seemed,Bumblebee grinned. Well, smirked would have been a better description, butthere was humor in his field and that was enough.

“What it was was a284 page political dissertation that described the political, economic, andsociological state of Cybertron and my thirteen point plan for dismantling-”

“Can we please skip the gloating and get to the point?”

With a long, put-upon ex-vent, Megatron drawled, “My point,Little Warrior, is that I wrote it over the span of three days.”

That finally left Bumblebee speechless.

Within minutes, Bumblebeewas off to recharge, entrusting Megatron with his work. And, if the formerrevolutionary was honest with himself, that work needed help. Bumblebee’swartime education showed in the quality of his writing. However, Megatron couldfind little wrong with the formatting, and Bumblebee had not skimped on hisresearch or evidence. It was clear that the warrior had used every ounce ofdrive in his frame to push through the challenge and then poured his entire sparkinto the initiative.

Driven and frustrated, yet still so hopeful.

Megatron smiled to himself as he settled into the chair,pride and something he dared not name swelling in his spark.

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