#i’m kissin u promise
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the way i instantly knew what fic that anon was talking about omg
https://archiveofourown.org/works/36684730/chapters/108331423
anyway stuck in a wall is such a delicious trope so i propose reader being turned and trained into incel!taru's very well behaved onahole and cumdumpster. that's it that's my contribution have a nice day
THANK U!! OUR SAVIOUR!! linking the fic anon was talking abt right here!! very delicious me likey!! stuck tropes are so cliche but i do love them just as much as the next degen internet princess… here’s your gift for your service!!
if you weren’t grossed out and embarrassed before, you sure are now. spending time with Ajax for a school project was humiliating enough, though you needed a good grade and he was smart, but to be stuck like this? god may as well strike you dead before your own internal dilemma did. his apartment is fancy and you would be impressed if it weren’t for the disaster on all surfaces. with all that money you’d think he’d hire a personal cleaner but no, he lives like this!! and due to the mess, it was only a matter of time until you found yourself stuck in a spot and unable to get out.
you had been rifling under the desk he uses for various projects, he has a separate one for his gaming set up, when you found yourself sandwiched between the wall and edge after trying to reach for the eraser you had dropped behind it. Ajax had left the room presumably for his fourth energy drink of the day so you took the opportunity to be nosy and it came back to bite you in the ass hard. how you even managed to get this stuck is beyond you but it seemed all your attempts to wiggle free only worsened the situation. you gritted your teeth and prepared to be mockingly laughed at upon hearing the footsteps approaching the room once more, followed by the slight movement of the door. then, silence. if you focused hard enough you’re sure you could hear the atoms shift around you.
“…quite the predicament you’re in.” his tone is annoyingly leisurely as you hear him approach. you swallow the urge to make some snide remark and instead pathetically ask for his help. Ajax scoffs. “help? why would i help when i’ve got all this,” he gropes at your ass, “available to me. it’s your fault for snooping around.” perhaps he was right and this is indeed a problem of your creation but that didn’t negate how gross this all felt. he hummed and flipped up your skirt with greedy hands touching all of your exposed and burning skin. grabbing at the elastic of your panties, he snaps the fabric against your hips to hear you yelp and laughs in response; he’s enjoying this obviously. “guess this is my chance, huh?” before you can even respond, he’s fully on you.
Ajax grinds his hips into yours, the hard-on he’s been sporting since you entered his house pressing firmly against the fat of your cunt. his groans are obnoxiously loud and you feel him bend his body over, rutting against you pathetically. he removes his pants while still pressed against you and you can feel the glasses fall off his face and onto your hips; he doesn’t make the effort to put them back on. with greedy hands he slides your panties to the side and rubs himself between the folds of your pussy, tip pressing hard into your clit with every roll of your hips. tears bead at the edge of your eyes from the humiliating and harsh experience but you dully note just how good this feels.
“you’ve always been such a mouthy girl… makin’ jokes ‘bout me when you think i can’t hear. i always jack off thinkin’ ‘bout how i could set you straight with my dick… c’mon, you like this don’t you, whore?” his dirty talk could use a bit of work yet the feeling of him pressing into you sent your brain spiralling. you don’t notice your own whimpers until he laughs. “like this? good, gonna make you my personal fleshlight. gonna fuck you real good whenever i need.” Ajax is breathing harshly as he finishes all over the outside of your cunt and onto the inside of your thighs and the floor. he sucks in sharply before straightening up, a finger trailing through his own mess.
“might keep you here for a bit longer…”
#cw: dubcon#cw: incel#YUMMY DELICOUS YUMMY THANK U ANON#i’m kissin u promise#inceltaru#incel childe#fem reader#afab reader#childe x reader#tartaglia x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#genshin smut#chit chats
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52 :3
And can I also kiss you?? 😭
52: “Can I kiss you?”
prompt game :^)
⟡ cw: mentions of withdrawals, struggles with alcoholism, depression, specifically soggy wet cat vendetta leon but can be read with damnation leon in mind :3
⟡ a/n: YES we are smooching, i am kissin u on the mouf rn 🤍
“Can I kiss you?”
What the hell was he saying.
One minute, he’s trembling over a plate of eggs and pancakes back at the hotel, and now he’s barely holding himself back from slumping against your shoulder like an old dog. You had insisted on dragging his miserable ass out of there, told him to get his shit together. That you were going for a ride, and he should hang on.
(Of course he was too stubborn to let you drive, no matter the fact that he had already put down half a bottle this morning.)
So despite his better judgement, he allowed you pull him away from those four walls that were his hotel room, all under the promise that it’d still be there when he got back.
Sure, he didn’t want to leave. If his hangover had anything to say about it, he’d be tucked back under the covers of that shitty, scratchy duvet in the fetal position. His head was pounding. But sat here on this stoop tucked away into the mountains, overlooking the small town he had sought out to lick his wounds within, the cool breeze sweeps away some of the tension in his facial features. The fresh air has coaxed that stress out of his shoulders, loosened him up in a way alcohol hadn’t managed to in years.
But maybe it was you.
You, tucked against his side, thumbing slow circles into the back of his palm. The scent of your shampoo drifting through the breeze that passes his nose that has his heart rate slowing. Honestly, he didn’t want to pull this apart. Whether it was the fresh air or you by his side that had him relaxing for the first time in months (years?), it didn’t matter. Because he asked a stupid question, and he doesn’t really feel like taking it back.
“Leon, you’re drunk,” you scoff, shaking your head. As if kissing your superior was such a far fetched idea. Or maybe you just didn’t want to kiss him. He couldn’t blame you, he’s not sure he even bothered to pack a toothbrush when he sought out a direct flight to Colorado.
“I’m the most sober I’ve been in weeks, right now.”
In his defense, he was telling the truth. After arriving at that run down mug, he had made it his mission to slug back as much as he could before he had to leave. Because he knew this was coming — whether in the form of a text message detailing his next deployment, or with the arrival of military personnel — and he had stuck it to himself to ignore it for as long as possible. Started digging that hole of sweet silence into his subconscious the second he got his room key.
And yet…. Here he was. Sobered up and wanting. Forced to face the sad reality that he was lonely, damn it.
Alright, universe, you win. He’ll admit it. Why else would you be playing with his head like this? Those eyes, deep as the ocean, bright as the stars. Pretty lips that fill out so delicately, cheeks that look softer than anything he’s felt in months. You were the embodiment of something a man like him didn’t deserve, and no withdrawal could create the guttural rawness of the wound this reality inflicted on him.
You weren’t a daydream, and you weren’t an illusion. You were tangible, distantly so. And after having been dragged back down to earth, he needed something stronger than what was in his flask.
Chancing a glance over at him, it’s clear you’re debating with yourself. Your teeth tucking that sweet bottom lip under them, plush in how it swells ever so slightly under the pressure. Lashes fluttering when you search his features. He was definitely in better shape than you had found him this morning, silverware clinking and wobbling in his unsteady grip.
The sight almost made you want to slip them from his hands, cut his food up for him like a doting mother. Maybe guide a few bites past his lips like some guilt ridden caregiver, anything to bring some color back to his cheeks.
But you’d never say that out loud.
“… I believe you,” you hum, gaze shifting back up from the dip of his cupids bow. A shitty cover to ignore how you had just wondered how that scruff over it would feel against your mouth. “Just don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Yeah?” He dryly laughs, short and null of any real humor. “Just like how joining this god forsaken organization wasn’t either, right?”
Silence. Thick, drawn out.
Few people knew just how Leon ended up in the DSO, landed himself in such a comfortable place with the higher ups. And fewer knew why he stayed. It’s hard to really respond to that when you’re not part of that statistic.
“I’m sorry,” you find yourself muttering softly, turning away again. Shifting your focus back out to gaze over the town below, the traffic flow of patrons returning home, shops turning off lights.
“Don’t be. I’m being a dick right now.”
Leon forgot how snippy he could be during withdrawals nowadays. Made him feel like an overgrown baby, still stuck in his oral phase. That flask in his pocket might as well have become a pacifier, anything to keep him from spinning off the handle.
“You’re acting like one, yeah. Doesn’t make you one.”
Pausing, Leon glances at you, follows the line of your side profile for a moment. Studies the line of your nose, the slope of your top lip. Down and over the jut of your chin, the retreat of your jaw. He wanted to follow that track with the bridge of his nose, maybe press his lips to the hollow of your throat.
Fuck. Maybe he wasn’t nearly as sober as he thought.
Clearing his throat, he shakes his head, glances out in the general direction you’re looking in. Can’t help how he finds similarities between the slopes of the mountains and your face.
“I’m glad you think so.”
#HIIIII um sowwy I used this prompt as a punching bag :3#me when pathetic depressed men: YIIPPEEEEE !!!!!!#blaming my moms poor choices of boyfriends in my formative years fr 💪#yaps. ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚#fairies. 𐦍#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x you#vendetta leon x reader#resident evil x reader#resident evil imagines
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OH MY GOD NEPPY IM SO HYPED FOR THIS GNADRSKGFKRFA
so for the event, i think i want them to be the yandere NDAZKJFNAKJ !! my pronouns are she/her and yk im just a kny gal SOBS but aot & bnha can work too!! as of the aus im giving u total freedom to go wild >:)) i am okay with almost everything except for lactation, but then nrfgkja pls GO WILDDDDD<3333 ofc if nothing comes to mind feel free to ignore this bby but JFSDKNG THANK U SO MUCH FOR HOSTING THIS IM KISSIN U HARRRRDDDDD<333
𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐗, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐄, 𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐀, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐃 !!
“are you feeling safer now, my dear?!” he asks worriedly, his eyes wide snd concerned as he cradles you against his massive chest. you chickle softly, leaning your head against his shoulder as he carries you home.
“i always feel safe, toshinori — i know you would never let anything bad happen to me,” you respond warmly, and you feel his chest puff out a bit.
“of course i wouldn’t! besides, how could anything bad happen to you when i’m the number one villain in all japan?” he purrs softly, humming when you lay a soft hand against his cheek and lean up to kiss his jaw.
he’d stolen you away from society several years ago, and while you’d been afraid then, that was no longer the case. he fed you, clothed you, pampered you and gave you a warm, loving body to curl up against at night — however could you continue or even pretend to hate someone who loved you so much?
toshinori kicks the door to one of his many hidden bases open, startling the three henchmen that remained there full time as he strolled in. they bowed out of respect, but he ignores them in favor of taking you to a medical desk; you’d cut your knee during the altercation he’d saved you from, and he didn’t want it to get infected.
kneeling before you, he dumos alcohol on a steril pad and grimaces. “this will… sting quite a bit, dear one,” he admits, sounding quite bothered by the thought. you just put a hand on his shoulder, your touch gentle and familiar.
“it won’t be any fault of yours, toshi’,” you say softly. “now come on — i need you to take care of me like you promised.”
you watch his eyes darken and hide your smile as he responds. “yes, of course my dear — i most definitely will.”
#all might imagine#toshinori yagi imagine#my hero academia imagine#— my hero academia.♡#neppy has mail !!#neptune’s fishies.🐡#cherry <3#jctaro#yandere event#tw yandere
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Also I’m really sorry I wasn’t here sooner. I’m not sure what time zone are you in, but when you’re free it’s like from 2am to 5am in my time zone and that’s the time I’m either sleeping or getting ready for work or already in work so it’s just :((
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pls don’t apologize oh my gosh :( i promise i understand!!! i look forward to hearin from u so it’s always nice to wake up to or find before i go to bed even if ur not around at that exact time <3 i don’t work for the next 2 days so m sure we’ll have a time line up at some point hehe :3 but seriously pls pls don’t feel bad, pinky promise i understand. kissin u so much
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Hey Riptid you're so cute I give u a lil kiss kiss
“Ah, shit, thanks! Uh, soft decline on th’ kiss though, if that’s alright.”
“Can I give you a hug instead? I’m real good for hugs, Promise. Much better at hugging than kissin’.”
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*squeezes ur hand back* i love you so much james… my sweet jamie… am happy… you take really good care of me too, you know that? you’re so sweet and caring, even when you’re the one who’s hurt… i think you’re the best baby… you got me and i got you… we got each other, yeah? *chuckles* good… i wanna be stuck to you… *squeezes ur hand back, turning my head to kiss ur nose and peck ur lips* i promise i will stay as long as i can… we’ll cuddle as long as we can, yeah? i’ll make u feel warm n safe too… make a good pair in that sense, yeah? keep each other safe… i love you james… i’ll love you for forever… *smiles softly at u, closing my eyes and falls asleep*
*stirs awake later, gently rubbing ur arm* baby? hi baby… *smiles softly at u, kissing ur nose* i gotta go, i love you, i’ll see you later, yeah? i’ll miss you… *pecks ur lips, then gets up, changing, then comes back to bed, kissing ur forehead, hugging u tightly* i love you…
message to james: hi baby :) <3 i miss u n i love u soooo much!!! :) hope ur okay!! *sends of selfie of myself on the bus* come visit if u can!! :) i loveeee uuuu :) <3
voice message to james: hi jamie… i miss you baby… i hope you’re doing okay…. *sighs softly* did you see my text? hope you can visit baby… *hums* you were so adorable this morning… smiling at me all sleepily… *chuckles softly* you’re so sweet… i hope you liked the kissies i gave you this morning too… i love kissing you so much james… *pauses and giggles softly* i just thought… what if our jobs were just to give each other kissies n make each other feel all warm n fuzzy… *laughs* that’s a little silly… but imagine! i think it would be nice… *giggles* mmm… anyways… *chuckles* i hope you have a good day baby, i really miss you but i know we’ll have a nice night together… and you can cook me dinner if you still want to! or i can… either way… i just want to be with you james… you’re the love of my life… and i want you to be happy, always… be careful with that ankle, okay? i gotta take care of you even when i’m not with you… *chuckles* i hope you have a good day baby… can you send me a selfie of yourself if you can? i wanna see your adorable face… preferably… smiling but… just wanna see your face baby… *giggles* okay, i love you james… i can’t wait to see you later… i love you so much… can’t wait for more kissies n hugs, yeah? i love you… i’ll love you for forever…
*wakes up as you wake me, smiling sleepily at you, blushing at your kiss then pecks your lips back* I love you too baby…I’ll miss you…*watches you get ready then hugs you back tightly, kissing your cheek as you pull away* I love you…
message to kitten: I miss you. I’m pretty busy baby, don’t think I can visit but I’ll see you at home okay? Here’s what you asked for *sends you a picture of me in the car, smiling* I love you so much :)
voice message to kitten: hey baby…I miss you too…’m alright just…tired baby…I hope you’re okay *sighs softly* I did see your text baby…you looked really pretty…i love gettin’ your pictures…I don’t think I can visit baby…had to run on a mission and ‘m…I’ve got so much to do in the trainin’ room but I’ll be home as soon as I can okay? I hope the uh…picture of me makes you happy *chuckles* since you asked for it…’m happy to send you anythin’ baby…*chuckles again* was I? I couldn’t help but smile at you…you were bein’ so gentle and cute to me…was makin’ me…remember how in love with you I am *smiles to myself* I love kissin’ you too…*snorts* so us just layin’ in bed all day…cuddlin’ and kissin’ anywhere? Sounds pretty good to me *chuckles* I hope you’re havin’ a good day too baby…I miss you…I will make you dinner tonight I promise…we’ll have a nice dinner then get into bed together hm? Maybe we can uh…practice this job *snorts* kissin’ and makin’ each other warm and fuzzy? *sighs softly* my ankle’s okay baby…I can walk on it…I had to but ‘s okay…I took it as easy as I could…you’re the love of my life too baby…I told Sam to drop you off lunch you got it yeah? I wanted to do that since I couldn’t visit…and Sam was able to go…I hope ‘s okay…I love you baby…I miss you so much…I’ll be goin’ home soon and then you’ll come home…and ‘m gonna give you a big fuckin’ kiss *chuckles* ill see you soon baby…I’ll love you always baby…I love you…
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chapter one; touché, jaeger
content warning; public sex, cheating, wall sex, unprotected, cream pie, slight degradation
the sun was setting as you walked out the front doors of your dormitory, closing them behind you. hearing your phone quietly ring, you pulled it out from the waistband of your skirt.
‘hello’
babe, are you guys almost here? games about to start and the other girls need historia
‘leaving now, hist just got here’
alright, if i can’t catch you before it starts we’re still on for dinner... right?
‘yeah of course. good luck reiner, win one for me.’
your life right now made you feel like you were in some cliche romcom. dating the college football superstar, best friends with the head cheerleader, all the cliches made you feel like you were still in high school. historia has been your best friend since birth, so of course the two of you hadn’t split up entering college. she had the cheer scholarship, you had the brains to get in with an application. you met reiner through mutual friends, but you couldn’t figure out why he fell for someone like you. usually, in the movies, the hot popular guy falls in love with the hot popular girl... but that wasn’t you, it was more like your best friend. you were more laid back, just wanting to get your degree.
your relationship with reiner was... slow, to say the least. it’s almost the end of your freshman year of college and he seems to be more focused on football than you. but you don’t blame him, he just wants to be successful with his passion. you do hate the fact that you have to take care of yourself all the time. he’s never able to stay the night, as he has training early in the morning. sometimes you wish that he could just be more available to you.
running out down the small path, you stopped in front of a car full of people. this was the way all friday nights were. you were picked up by a jammed pack car holding historia and a bunch of other people, before driving off to the football field. opening the car, it was really full tonight.
“you’re gonna have to sit on someone’s lap, just for the ride” jean said with a grim smirk on his face
“hist you’re tiny, sit on ymir’s lap”
ymir of course not having a problem, pulled the small blonde into her lap with a grin on her face. you then hopped into the car, taking historia’s previous spot.
arriving at the field, historia had to run off to her team and get a lecture by the coach on why she has to stop being so late. after giving her a hug for good luck, you wandered off to the concession stands.
“just a pretzel, please”
receiving your snack, you were about to walk over to the bleachers until you heard your name being called over the short fence.
“Y/N!”
letting out a sigh, you ran over to the voice calling you over.
“quiet down, unnecessary attention.”
lifting his helmet off, he used his large hands to pull your head into his, capturing his lips with yours.
“and? ya look pretty tonight, what if i want people to see my gorgeous little girlfriend.”
“don’t you have a game to play, tough guy?”
talking to your boyfriend, you felt like someone was piercing into the back of your head. people were probably watching the two of you, but no... that wasn’t the feeling. it felt like one person had their eyes glued to you. saying goodbye to your boyfriend, you started to walk over to the bleachers. they were packed with people and you had no one to sit with. your eyes started to scan looking for either bertholdt or colt, two quiet boys you seemed to get along well with.
bertholdt was reiner’s best friend. you noticed him the first time you met everyone. he was always following reiner around like a lost puppy, but reiner seemed to love his presence. when you and reiner started dating, he left you guys alone most the time, but he’s still was always around. colt you also met through reiner, on campus. you really strengthened your friendship after visiting reiners hometown over mid-winter break. while you and reiner were babysitting his cousin, her best friend tagged along, who was the little brother of colt.
you were getting a little nervous until you heard someone call your name and wave you over. jean kirstein, from the car. jean pissed you off on so many levels, but he also made you feel safe in a way. running over to where he was, you took a seat in between him and his best friend.
“hey marco! kirstein.”
“ouch... you’re so cold sometimes, y/n”
jean always had to make a dramatic comment no matter what the situation was. settling into your seat, you stayed quiet for the most part after that. the game was close to being over when you got up from your spot.
“gonna use the bathroom, ill be right back.”
you didn’t actually have to pee, just needed a moment away from the screaming and loud noises. running towards the extra, empty parking lot. you felt someone grab your arm, dragging you into the darkness. about to scream, you felt a hand cover your mouth.
“shhh, its just me.”
wiggling out of his grip, you pushed him into the brick wall. he let out a chuckle, surprised you could shove him like that.
“you dipshit, i thought i was getting kidnapped.”
you felt rough hands pull you by the waist into his chest.
“yeah well anyone would want to get their hands on a pretty girl like you, i’ve warned you about wandering at night by yourself... haven’t i?”
“touché, jaeger”
his slender fingers found their way up your thighs and under your skirt, teasing the hem of your panties.
“not here jaeger, i have to get back to-”
“back to the boyfriend, yeah.” - he didn't stop though, he snuck his hand down to make contact with your clit, rubbing small, soft circles around it. “remember our agreement though? if you want, i can break it... show everyone your-”
“fine. make it quick.”
“you don't make the rules here, ill take as much time as i need.”
eren jaeger was popular around campus, not in the same way as reiner though. he wasn't some big shot blonde football player, just well known for being a jackass. his reputation started in the beginning of the year. he was a pretty low-key guy, just down to fuck almost anyone who asked. but then he'd just break their hearts, but girls always still tried getting him to fall for them.
he released your skirt and pushed you back up against the wall. as you both switched positions, you could see the faint red in his eyes, pulled out by the street light.
his lips found yours, roughly shoving his tongue into your mouth. once he felt that was enough, he flipped you over on the wall. to avoid scraping your face or getting your shirt dirty, you pushed your hands up onto the wall. you heard the familiar unbuckle of eren’s belt, and the shuffling of him trying to free his erect cock.
brining his hand in front of your mouth, he cupped it a bit. knowing what he wanted you to do, you spit right into it twice. he then brought his hand back and lathered his cock with your saliva. pulling the bottom of your skirt up to your waist, he pushed your panties to the side before slowly sliding himself into you.
not bothering to care about the stinging you might've been feeling, he brought himself back out before slamming right back in. repeating and repeating, going at a roughly fast pace.
“‘ren sl-... slow down.”
“shut up, whore. you should... fuck- should know your place by now.”
letting out a whimper, you felt your fingertips push so hard into the wall, bound to leave a scratch. you then had them peeled off the concrete wall, as eren pulled both of you backwards. pulling out, he spun you around and pushed you back up onto the wall.
he brought your thigh up to meet his hip, before thrusting himself back into you.
“your little pussy takes me so fuckin’ well”
clenching around him from his words, you let your head fall down onto his shoulder.
“want me to fill you u-”
he was cut off by the sound of your phone ringing. brining your head up, you went to go pull your phone out and hit decline... but eren beat you to it. he took your phone and hit accept, holding it up to your ear.
babe?
‘r-reiner!’
nice win, right?
‘y-yeah you were... you were amazing as always’
cuz i was thinkin’ of you. anyways i'm heading to the locker room, you with bert?
you felt yourself start to panic at the heat of the moment. you were on the phone with your boyfriend as you were getting pounded by the biggest dick on campus. he was ruthless. not bothering to slow down or stop, he just thrusted in harder and faster than before.
‘no actually-’ you were about to let out a moan but you covered it up with a cough ‘just i-in... the bath- the bathroom’
you okay?
‘yeah i’m... fine, 'm fine. ill see you in a few’
alright, love you
‘i love, love you too.’
right when you hung up you choked out a load moan that's been building up. without warning, eren came and shot right up inside you. of course he wouldn't make you cum at a scene like this.
pulling out, he pushed the seeping cum back up with his fingers, before pulling your panties back in place and fixing your skirt.
“now go hangout with your boyfriend while your full of my cum.”
“eren-”
he turned you around back out of the darkness and playfully smacked your ass before giving your back a little push.
“i promise i’ll make it up to you, now run along like a good girl.”
giving him a frown, you made your way to the exit of the locker room. you stood there waiting for reiner, clenching your thighs together.
dinner with reiner was sweeter than usual. most times after a game you were dragged to a loud diner with all his friends, forced to hangout with them. but tonight, reiner just wanted it to be you and him. nothing special though, just a quick food joint. walking back to your dorm, you felt the guilt build up in your chest like it always did.
arriving at the front door of your single-person dorm, reiner pulled you into a soft, sweet kiss.
“practice is canceled tomorrow, i can stay for once.”
of course, the one night you're stuffed to the brim with another man’s cum.
opening the door, you let him in. the two of you laid kissing on the bed, before he tried sneaking his hand up your skirt.
you felt yourself start to internally freak out. if he were to finger you right now, he'd just be met with a load of cum.
“i-im on my period.”
reiner was always understanding, so of course he was in this position.
“ok, that's fine. we can just cuddle and watch a movie.”
“sounds good” after placing a kiss on his cheek, you got up to go put a pair of sweats on, before returning back to your bed.
he must've been worn out from the game, as he almost immediately fell asleep in your arms. you couldn’t help but feel guilty, thinking about eren. do you wish it was him laying in your arms right now? no. reiner is everything you could ever ask for. you knew he deserved the world, you don't want to hurt him like you are now.
but you knew what would happen if you didn't give eren what he wanted.
and that'd be even worse.
#aot smut#aot#aot x reader#attack on titan#attack on titan smut#aot fic#attack on titan fic#attack on titan x reader#eren jaeger#eren smut#eren yaegar#eren jaeger smut#eren jaeger x reader#eren x reader#smut#anime#anime smut#eren yaeger smut
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moonlight. (claude x reader)
anon asked: “Hey maybe uh, Claude and his s/o sneaking around the monastery at night and having to avoid the guards, and they almost/get caught? 👀”
a/n: KJEFHSKJDF YES ??? i love this prompt anon u have NO IDEA... jsut like i love claude ;w; what a cheeky lil shit !!! --mod touko
“claude i knew we shouldn’t have--” claude peeks around the corner, his arm extended in front of you as to signal you to keep still. the heavy footsteps of the castle guards grow ever louder, and slowly, claude backs you both back into the classroom.
“you’ll have enough time to chew me out later.” he whispers, slowly closing the door just enough for the both of you to fit behind it. you should’ve known better than to get wrapped up in one of claude’s schemes, especially one that involved “borrowing” dimitri’s spear from the armory at night, when being out of the dorms was strictly off-limits. when you brought up these worries to claude, he just threw you his signature smirk and said that “nothing is off-limits if they don’t catch us”.
you should’ve listened, you’d seen how terrifying lady rhea was towards people who disobeyed rules with your own eyes. unfortunately, you were too in love with claude to let him get chewed out alone, so you acquiesced (after many, many promises of him making you tea to pay you back).
with each clank of the guard’s armor, you can feel your heart speed up. claude can sense your anxiety, and grabs your hand -- both to calm you down and to make sure he didn’t leave you if he needed to bolt. but, instead of stopping outside your door, you hear chattering, and then they move on. letting out a sigh of relief, you grip his hand tighter, bringing it to your chest.
“see? told you we’d be just fine.” his voice is right by your ear, and you jump at the closeness of him to you.
“i still have to get back to my room,” your voice is still low, despite there being little apparent danger, “which is across the camp.” you hear him laugh quietly, pulling you into his chest.
“you can always stay in my room, you know.” he leans down so that his cheek is touching yours. you can feel his heartbeat against your back.
“that’d be indecent, claude, and you know it.” your cheeks are flushed at all of claude’s teasing. “can you imagine if hilda found out? she’d tell the whole camp and we’d--”
“you worry too much...” you can see his eyes from the moonlight that creeps in through the half-open door: half-lidded and wanting.
claude lets go of you and pushes the door, the room becoming suddenly dark except for the small amount of moonlight that sneaks through the cracks. he backs you against the wall, his hand running through your hair. he’s so glad for being an archer, it made his vision so much better, to where he could almost make you out in the dark.
“can i?” he asks gently, his hand moving to your jawline as he moves his thumb gently over your bottom lip. he knows the answer but asks anyways. your eyes dilate when you look back up at him, your body shifting to lean into his touch, you wanted him to kiss you. he could read you like a book, at this point.
or at least he thought he could. he certainly didn’t expect you to pull him down by the lapels, bringing him into a passionate kiss.
he makes a surprised noise against your lips, and you pull back, laughing as he wraps his arms around your waist.
“claude didn’t we have a mission?” you ask, breathless, in-between him peppering you with kisses. “dimitri’s spear is right there, you know.”
“mmm don’t mention him when i’m kissin’ you, babe.” he lightly pushes you back against the wall, one arm now resting on the wall above your head and the other at your waist. “ruins the mood.” he pulls you flush against him, kissing you deeper and you can feel him start to get antsy. his hand at your waist moves up your side, lips moving against yours feverishly. you bury your hands in his hair, mussing up his messy curls.
“and you know what ruins my mood,” a familiar, sing-song voice interrupts, and you push claude off of you on instinct. however, his arm around your waist remains. “having to deal with brats when i’m supposed to be on a date.”
“p-professor manuela i’m--” you start, but claude cuts you off.
“professor manuela we are so sorry. we haven’t had much time to go on dates since we’ve been studying so much, so we thought we’d sneak out at night and have some alone time.” your cheeks fluster at the implication, and it takes everything in you not to protest.
“...i see.” she doesn’t appear to have bought his excuse, “well, giving you proper punishment would cut more into my time, so i’ll let you two off with a warning. if i catch you again, it won’t be pretty. understand?”
“yes ma’am, thank you so much professor.” claude bows, and tugs you along. manuela appears to be inspecting you both, and turns to face the two of you as you stride towards the exit.
“and [name], make sure you wipe off claude’s lipstick.” she says with a bemused smile, “wouldn’t want people talking.” mortified, you nod, and continue walking towards your dorms.
once out of earshot of manuela, you turn to claude:
“i am never helping you ever again. ever! i mean it this time.”
“hey, you were the one who kissed m-- hey cut it out-- OW!”
#claude#claude von riegan#claude (fire emblem)#fe16#fe3h#fire emblem three houses#claude x reader#ficlet#imagine#fluff#x reader#mod touko#rip claude
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In The Penthouse
Requested by: Anon
Request: You still write for Jack Kelly? Can I get a fic where Jack is desperately short on money so he volunteers a rich young lady (Reader) to help her with her housework. Eventually they grow fond for eachother but Jack goes against it because he knows Reader is high above him and that he’s nothing compared to her. A little “Pretty Woman”. You can end it however you want and start wherever you want! Honestly you’re free to use as little of the prompt as u want I just need me some Jack Kelly love!
Pairing: Jack Kelly x Fem!Rich!Reader
Fandom: Newsies
Warnings: Angst, cursing
Author’s Note: I watched Pretty Woman for the first time because of this request. I LOVED IT.
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Despite the loudness of the city, that afternoon was peaceful in your penthouse. Jack was fixing one of your windows, hoping to be finished before an oncoming rainstorm started. You had brought some sandwiches you had made, and the two of you shared the food while you stayed and watched Jack work.
After some time, Jack chuckled, “What’chu doin’ hangin’ around me. Don’t you have a job?”
You smiled, “I do, but I didn’t feel like coming in today. Not when you were coming over...What?”
Jack was laughing, “I just can’t imagine having enough money to take off whenever I want.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to--”
He reasoned, “It’s alright. I didn’t take any offense to it.” He was being genuine.
Jack finished up on the window, but he didn’t pack his things to leave. You didn’t think much of it. Very often did either yourself or Jack find any chance to be around each other.
Ten minutes later, you and Jack moved to your balcony.
Once he got a breath of fresh air, he commented, “Bein’ up this high reminds me of my ol’ penthouse.”
“You used to live in a penthouse?” you questioned out of pure curiosity.
Jack chuckled, “Uh, no, sorry...I called it my penthouse. It was nothing like this. Plus, I live in a real crummy apartment now so...”
“I’m sure it’s not that bad,” you politely disagreed.
He snickered again, “I saw five rats and three roaches just last night.”
“Jesus,” you cursed in alarm.
The boy found your reaction funny. “No, it’s alright. Really.”
“Jack...you can come live here if you want--” You were really concerned.
He immediately brushed it off. “I’m fine. You don’t need to worry...” Jack lost his train of thought--he lost his breath when he looked down and saw his hand brushing against yours. He brought his hand up to the railing, away from yours.
“Why do you always do that?” you asked. You looked straight at him, but he avoided your glance.
As he eyed the skyline, Jack mumbled, “Do what?”
“You know what,” you pressed. “Why don’t you want anything to happen between us? I know you feel the same as I do.”
Jack didn’t respond. He leaned on the banister and looked out at the city.
“You can tell me, Jack.” You promised, “It’s okay.”
He sighed. Jack looked down at the ground, then to you. “Why do you even want to be with me? You’re the richest person in the world. You could have whoever you want.”
“Okay,” you voiced after a pause, “Two things: I am definitely not the richest person in the world. In the city...maybe.”
That earned you a small chuckle from him.
“And the other thing is, the only person I want is you, Jack,” you admitted. “Honey, you don’t need to be scared of this. I want to be with you. I want to be with you more than any--”
Jack kissed you. He cupped your face in his hands, and Jack kissed you. One of his arms moved down, and took hold of your hip.
When he parted from you, Jack rested his forehead on yours. “You should be careful talkin’ like that. A guy can only take so much.”
“You should be careful kissin’ like that,” you returned, teasing Jack with his own accent. “A girl can only take so much.”
Neither of you had realized it had started to rain.
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Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it. I also would love a comment if you have the time. If you would like to read more, I have more fics about Newsies over on my page. You should check it out. Also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I take requests for one-shots, drabbles, multi-chapters, headcannons and preferences. No smut, please. I write for a variety of fandoms. If you’re wondering if I write for a specific fandom, please ask me. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you.<3
#jack kelly#jack kelly x reader#newsies#newsies x reader#newsies the broadway musical#newsies broadway#broadway#jeremy jordan#companion jones#had to rewrite this one completely but i think it turned out well
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more hate: i'll fight you. i'll take ANOTHER train to portland, have ANOTHER full-fledged breakdown at midnight and have to stay at ANOTHER motel 6, and then i'll FIGHT YOU. that's a promise.
can't fight me when i'm too busy kissin u
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>:3c hey i got two this week. happy LKT babes!!
Scattered On My Shore (Chapter 3)
[Ch 1] [Ch 2] [ao3] [Ch 4] [Ch 5] [Ch 6] [Ch 7] [Ch 8] [Ch 9] [Ch 10] [Ch 11] [Ch 12] [Ch 13] [Ch 14] [Ch 15] [Ch 16] [Ch 17] [Ch 18] [Ch 19]
Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast
Relationship: Lord Arum/Sir Damien/Rilla, Sir Damien/Rilla
Characters: Rilla, Lord Arum, Sir Damien
Additional Tags: Second Citadel, Lizard Kissin’ Tuesday, Pre-Relationship, (for the three of them. it’s established r/d), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Injury, Injury Recovery, Hurt/Comfort, (this will also be), Enemies to Lovers, (for damien and arum eventually lol)
Fic Summary: Strange things wash up out of the lake near Rilla’s hut, on occasion. But this monster… this monster is certainly the strangest.
Chapter Summary: Sir Damien and Rilla discuss the issue at hand.
Chapter Notes: did u want: canon typical Damien spiraling? <3
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Arum is stable, the offending injury has been cleaned again and sealed and dressed and hopefully, hopefully, this time it will actually start to heal. Rilla’s mind buzzes, exhaustion and adrenaline and the satisfaction of a problem solved. That little shard of black talon (definitely talon, now that she’s seen it up close; add the satisfaction of a called shot, too) is safely and carefully stashed away in a clean sealed vial for later analysis, where it can’t do any more harm. And Arum-
The sedative probably won’t wear off for hours. Probably for the best, considering how exhausted he was before he went under. It’s probably just her imagination, just wishful thinking, but he looks… calmer. Like his sleep is more restful, now, than it had been. Imagination or no, she takes some satisfaction in that, too.
Rilla washes her hands, splashes her face, and when she meets her own eye in the little mirror above her washbasin she sees the bags under her eyes and the hair clouding around her face and the manic tilt to her expression and she- laughs.
Damien. Oh, Damien-
What the hell is she going to do about him?
She could be irritated with him just for coming into her exam room, whether or not the door was locked, but- well, it’s not like he wouldn’t have some rule breaking to throw back in her face. She sighs, dragging her palm over her mouth and noting the visible exhaustion that’s making her shoulders sag.
Well. No point putting it off, right?
She checks on Arum one more time, resettling the blankets more securely around his shoulders, ensuring that he’s warm enough, leaving a cup of water beside the bed in case he wakes before she does (whatever happens with Damien, however she gets him out of her hair, she’s going to get some sleep after this, she needs to).
Dead asleep, still, but- he mutters something, some whispery wordlessness as the back of her hand presses to his forehead to make sure his temperature is still consistent, and the breathy murmur and the way his resting expression goes even softer makes Rilla gently smile before she can help herself, and her brain is still buzzing as she thinks, rest well, you ridiculous monster, and heal.
She steps away from the cot, and she sighs, then. This next part is going to be unpleasant.
Damien is pacing in a straight line when she exits the exam room, turning on his heel to keep going in the same stuck path before he registers that she’s joining him, and then his eyes widen.
“Oh my heart, you are safe! Oh, my dearest Rilla, I was terrified that you had been- I felt only moments from bolting in to ensure that you had not been-”
“Damien. I wasn’t in danger,” she says, keeping her voice low and gesturing for Damien to follow her as she steps away from the door to the exam room, away from the possibility of waking Arum accidentally. Her hut isn’t that big, and it’s not like they could have this conversation outside, but they can at least stand in the kitchen, a little ways away where they won’t literally be shouting (she assumes they’ll end up shouting, frankly) so damn close to Arum.
“I know you are terribly brave, my love,” Damien says as he stumbles behind. “But surely even you must understand- I do not know what sort of- of experiment you are intending to run, but I must advise-”
“He’s not an experiment,” Rilla growls, bristling because she already, already regrets the brief window during which she… did kind of think of him that way. He deserves better than that.
“Regardless, regardless of the why, it cannot continue, surely you must understand that. The danger- the danger the creature presents, to yourself, to any other patients you may have, to the Citadel itself! Rilla surely you can see that it must be destroyed-”
“You’re not touching him, Damien. He’s my patient-”
“It is a monster-”
“Yeah, I gathered that Damien, thanks, but you still aren’t touching him. He’s my patient, and he’s one of a kind, and he’s not gonna hurt me. If he wanted to, he definitely already would have tried something. He’s still weak as hell but he’s stubborn and he would have tried, if he really wanted.”
“Of course the monster wants to hurt you, my precious flower. That is simply what monsters do.”
Rilla scowls hard, turning away from him to pull the curtains aside, realizing with no small degree of wonder that it’s dark outside again. Already. Already? Before she woke Arum to discuss pulling the talon out, she’s sure it couldn’t have been much past sunrise. Saints she needs to sleep. But before she can-
“Damien, I’m gonna put this as simply as I can. He is my patient. That means that it’s my job to take care of him, and to make sure he’s safe and that his injuries are treated. I’m finally at a point where I’m making progress, and-”
“Finally,” Damien echoes, his brow furrowing as his thoughts churn. “Finally? How long have you- how long has this been going on, precisely?”
“Few days,” Rilla says, noncommittal. She- she isn’t quite sure, anymore. She’s been keeping hourly notes, coded longhand, but she’d put it on pause for the surgery, and-
“So,” he says, sounding pained, “when I came to you last, and asked-”
“I lied,” she says flatly. “I lied, because I knew you would respond like this.”
“I am attempting to do my duty, my love. I must protect you and every citizen of the Citadel, must cleanse the monsters' blight upon this land-”
“Not this monster,” Rilla says. “Not him. He doesn’t need cleansing.” She grins, a little wildly. “I already disinfected him pretty thoroughly.”
“You cannot jest about this, Rilla. Surely, surely you know I cannot allow this, it is-”
“Treason?”
Damien blanches, his face going vaguely ashen, and his voice is near-mournful when he answers. “Rilla, my heart, my forever-flower you know that I would never accuse you of something so vile-”
“Even if it’s technically true?”
Damien’s entire expression freezes, as if she has stabbed him. “You can’t mean that. You wouldn’t-”
“He was hurt, Damien,” Rilla says. “And I’m a doctor. I’m just doing my job, as far as I’m concerned. But I very much doubt that the Citadel will see it that way.”
“He is a monster, my love- he could- he could do anything to you, he could kill you or steal you away or-”
Rilla rolls her eyes. “Or lie in bed complaining about the fact that he’s too weak to even stand. Oh no. Whatever will I do to defend myself against the constant annoyance of monsterkind.”
“Rilla you have seen as well as I have the cruelties done by its ilk, the violence and pain! Any benevolence must be a trick, it must be, meant to lull you into a false sense of safety around such a dangerous beast! A devious machination, meant to make you lower your guard for the moment he will strike and then what, my dearest love? What will happen, when you, with your gentle miraculous healing hands, deliver the beast back to strength enough that he may enact his plan? Oh Saint Damien protect us, what will happen when he has been healed enough to harm again? What then, my Rilla?”
“He’s not gonna hurt me,” Rilla says, entirely dismissive. “He won’t. He-” she interrupts herself with a deep yawn, jaw going wide as tears pop into her eyes. “Oh, Saints. I thought I could have this argument right now but I absolutely can’t, Damien. Can you please just trust me, at least enough not to do anything tonight? Go back to the Citadel and we can talk about this in the morning. Right now, I’ve barely slept since I found him, and now that I think I’ve finally dealt with the worst of it and got him stable- I could really use a frickin’ nap.”
“No,” Damien says, slashing his hand through the air. “No, I refuse to leave you helpless and unprotected while that- that creature-”
“My patient.”
“Awaits a moment of weakness! Awaits a moment of vulnerability, wherein he may creep close and destroy you, or curse you, or- or any number of terrible intentions that could come to pass the very instant your mind is settled into well-deserved rest, my love. I cannot stand idly by while-”
“Oh for Saints’ sake, Damien, he’s sedated. He’s not going to slit my throat in my sleep. I promise.”
“It could all be a trick, Rilla. Even with your brilliant mind- the machinations of monsterkind are often more clever than one would expect, and what if this is all some scheme? You are a genius, my Rilla, the greatest doctor in all of the Citadel, and certainly the monsters at large are aware of your prowess, are aware of how many precious lives you have personally gentled back to the realm of the living after countless heinous beasts have expended their most vicious effort to send them to their grave! A doctor of your skill and status- surely monsterkind must be desperate to remove your ferocious protective presence from thwarting their attempts-”
“Damien. First, please try to keep your volume down. I know this is- stressful for you, but the hut is small and the yelling is- not helpful. Second- it’s really flattering that you think they’d pay that much attention to me but I really think you’re overreacting.” She takes a moment to breathe, then sighs quite deeply. “Look, if you’re so worried about it, you can stay here for the night.” She smiles gently, reaching a hand to cup his cheek. “I’m sure you already had a long day before coming over here. Come to bed with me? If it’ll make you feel better, if it’ll make you feel like I’m safer, you know that I love sleeping with your arms around me-”
“I cannot lie idle and sleeping while such a beast rests but one room over, Rilla! I cannot sleep at all while it remains a threat-”
Rilla sighs and drops her hand. “Fine, Damien, fine. If you don’t want to rest with me, then you don’t have to, but I am going to bed and you are not touching my patient. Understand me?” She glares, and the force of her ire could knock Damien to the floor. His mouth goes dry, his words freezing. “If you undo any of my hard work I will not forgive you for that. Do you understand me? I will not forgive you,” she says in a low voice, and Damien swallows. “I don’t care if you wanna sit and guard the door, that’s annoying but it won’t hurt anything, but don’t you dare interrupt his rest.” She pauses. “Or mine, for that matter. Now if you’ll excuse me, Sir Damien?”
She gives him a tight, angry sort of smile, then excuses herself towards her bedroom, her shoulders already sagging again with the weight of her exhaustion, and Damien’s heart aches for her, aches for her to be safe and rested and in his arms-
But he must do his duty, first. He must protect her.
Damien paces outside the door to the room the monster currently occupies, his mind roiling and racing and terrified, and he whispers low for guidance. Rilla’s hut is not particularly large, and he has learned his lesson many times that if he prays as he naturally wishes to, he will keep his beloved from sleep rather effectively, and he does not wish to anger her any further just now. So: whispers. Saint Damien will hear him just as well, anyway. It is only for the throbbing in his own heart that his volume yearns to rise.
A monster. A monster, and his beloved Rilla so determined to see it healthy again. One of a kind- and certainly that is even more of a danger than if this were some ordinary ogre, is it not? What tricks might this beast possess? He could have any magic, and skill, any trick up his sleeve-
“What if it is is not sleeping?” He whispers, eyes sharp on the door as he paces, compulsively drawing his bow, the curve of it feeling like safety in his hand. “What if it is already scheming, already creeping towards my Rilla’s room?” His volume is rising, he can barely control it, he tries, but the words are a deluge he caught up in, helpless, helpless. “What if it is already crawling close to her bedside while she breathes light and lovely into her pillow and then it smiles a demon’s smile in the dark and it laughs at her precious kindness and then at last it raises a savage claw-”
Damien chokes a breath, pressing a hand hard over his heart and another over his mouth. No. No, he is between the beast and his beloved. He would have seen- he would know. That- that is merely his fear taking him by the throat. He must stand tranquil against it.
“Saint Damien- oh Saint Damien please,” he murmurs low, wringing his hands and trying, oh trying to slow his breathing. “Please your tranquility my Saint, I must be tranquil if I am to keep her safe, as she deserves to be-”
Rilla forbade him from harming her “patient.” Forbade him from disturbing its rest, as absurd as that is (what foul dreams fill a monster’s mind in repose? What passes for peace in such a violent, chaotic creature?). But-
She did not forbid him from entering the room. Did she?
He considers that. He looks to Rilla’s bedroom door, closed tight against him.
No- not closed tight. If he abandons his charge to protect her and goes to lay by her side, he is certain that she will gather him up in her arms and her bed and soon he will be blessed to hold her soft and lightly snoring in his arms. She is angry with him, in some misguided way, but she did not lock the door. She would not lock him out.
She did not lock him out of the room where the monster coils, either, though.
He ponders, for a few moments longer, before the thought springs unbidden again- the monster, slipping off of Rilla’s examination cot, slithering across the floor, up the walls, over the ceiling-
What powers it may have, Damien does not know. Camouflage? The ability to creep, silent? He does know of the viciously sharp claws this creature possesses, the jagged teeth that showed in his slackly open mouth-
What if it is attempting to escape?
Out the window, yes, and then- anywhere. It could slither off to find cohorts, other beasts with which to return, to raze Rilla’s cozy, humble home to the ground. It could slink around the side of the hut, could find another window- Rilla’s window, could insinuate itself back inside and-
Another deep, shaking breath.
No. Even if the creature is silent, Damien will hear the pane of glass shatter, if the creature escapes.
He cannot simply-
Damien cannot-
Every moment it is unoccupied, his mind will spin. It will tumble down into the darkness of catastrophe, will show him newer and darker possibilities, and so long as he does not know, not for certain, what the monster is doing in there, Damien will be trapped by these feelings, these foul potentialities.
He must enter. He must have his eyes on this beast. It cannot possibly harm Rilla nor anyone else, if he has it safely under his scrutiny.
And Rilla did not forbid him from entering.
He has one hand on the knob of the door, one on his bow, and he creaks the wood open. His entire frame tenses for the strike, whether that strike be his own or the leaping of the monster, but no such strike occurs. It is dim, in the room. Dim, and still, and quiet.
It is mostly quiet, anyway. After a pause, the door ajar but not yet passed through, Damien recognizes the slow, soft noise of breath, coming from inside. He frowns, but he supposes that it is better, is it not, to know that the beast is still where he can keep an eye upon it. If he had opened this door and it was still as death, and there were no noises of life whatsoever- certainly that would have been a more frightening outcome.
Damien takes a step, and then another, and he leaves his hand on the knob as he suspiciously enters this shadowed place.
Still, no attack comes. The light pouring in through the doorframe illuminates enough that Damien can see the shape on the cot, a long figure curled slightly on its side, covers shifting slowly above its chest.
The monster breathes.
It is repellent. This creature, this vile thing soft-sleeping here in a room meant for human healing, for care, for the comfort of his lovely Rilla’s talents and compassion, it is abhorrent. And Damien knows that Rilla is compassionate, oh certainly she is, but this- this? Certainly, certainly, love, there must be some limits, mustn’t there?
The monster breathes and sleeps and does not move, and Damien is even more nervous, even more furious than he was before.
He paces, but the sound of his shoes clicking on the floor sets his teeth on edge. What- what if his noise wakes the creature? If it attacks him, certainly it would be justifiable, to retaliate. Of course it would. But-
Rilla warned him not to disturb the creature’s rest.
So, until she wakes again, at least, he will not.
There is a stool, close beside the bed. When he had entered earlier, Rilla had been perched just in front of it with her hands on the beast, as if she had been seated at some point, and slowly edged forward in tension and focus until she had hovered entirely away.
If Damien wishes to sit, he is going to need to come close enough to the beast to take the seat for himself.
He takes each step across the floor as if it could be rigged with traps, as if more monsters might leap from any given shadow. This… proves unjustified. Yet again Damien is unmolested by monstrous intent, and when he comes close by the bed he stares down at the creature.
Evil. Evil made manifest. Long limbs hidden beneath layers of cloth, sharp claws obscured, the angularity of that body made slack and strange by sleep, that reptilian face-
The monster’s mouth hangs just slightly open, the tips of sharp fangs barely, barely visible behind his thin lips, the ridged line of his brow softened, the low light gleaming on his colorful, mottled scales-
Damien’s jaw tightens. He picks up the stool and moves it away from the bed, moves it to the corner nearest the door, and he perches up upon it facing the bed with a hand on his bow and a scowl set on his face.
The monster does not wake for this, either.
He scowls for quite some time, until his cheeks are a little bit sore. Then he settles into a glare, his determination too strong to be unsettled by boredom. This is only a trick, regardless of the way this creature looks- fragile, curled there on Rilla’s examination cot. More of his scales are bandaged than not, from what Damien saw earlier, when Rilla was working upon him, and the frill at his neck is nearly in tatters, one of his elegantly curved horns cracked (Damien wonders if that is the sort of thing that heals- not that this creature will have time to find that out, of course), and even despite the undeserved serenity of sleep this monster looks exhausted.
A trick. All of it a trick, of course.
… but a very, very convincing one.
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#elle's fanfic#the penumbra podcast#second citadel#rad bouquet#lizard kissin' tuesday#amaryllis of exile#lord arum#sir damien#~~spiral time babeyyyyy~~#please im dying#god i can't wait for the next chapter of this too fjadslkjfa;sldjf#please. tell me. if you like this. i (like damien) am spiraling#scattered on my shore
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Conspicuous [Greaser!Ashton One Shot]
requested?: no
a/n: hello all, i’ve been very sad and stressed lately so i’ve decided to write a greaser!ashton one shot to fill that empty void in my life. the picture attached straight up gave me the inspiration. enjoy! i also recently hit 400 followers and i would like to thank everybody so much! i love u guys
warnings: language, violence, mention of violence, smut (i’ve never written smut before so i’m S ORRY if it seems a little awkward)
word count: 7.6k (this is the longest thing i have ever written in my enTIRE EXISTENCE)
another a/n: shoutout to my love, sierra (@cosmocalum), for helping me with this one shot when i was really stuck! love u buggy <3
Conspicuous, 1: standing out so as to be clearly visible. 2: attracting notice or attention.
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“SO, HEARD YOU’RE getting out today,” his cellmate, Vinny, piped from across their small shared cell. Ashton turned his attention away from the book he was reading, looking at the blonde man across from him.
“Seems that t’be that way,” he added quietly, not in the mood to have a conversation. Ashton Irwin was arrested for tagging and petty theft in 1953, leaving his entire life behind. He had everything he could’ve ever wanted, he was planning on finally giving the love of his life the promise ring his mother passed on to him, his family was finally opening their hearts to him, and he was surrounded with quite possibly the best people he could imagine.
He could still remember the day he was arrested; he could remember the look on his girl’s face as the cops busted into his small apartment and took him away from her, for three years.
“What are you gonna do once you’re a free man?” Vinny questioned, attempting to keep the conversation going.
“What kind of dumbass question is that, Vin?” Ashton grimaced, disgusted by such a question. He looked at Vin, who was holding a look of general wonder. He sighed, “if you must know, I’m going to get my girl. I know she’s been waiting for me all these years.”
“Irwin, she ain’t wait for you, bud.” Vinny wasn’t trying to sound like an asshole, but he felt that Ashton deserved the truth. “No girl ever waits for their fella in prison, no matter how much she loved you.”
Ashton turned his head back to the book, “she waited for me, Vin, I know she did.”
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“Irwin, up! You’re out,” the guard sounded as he pulled open the cell door. Ashton closed the book he was reading and stood up to finally get out and find his girl. As he was walking through the corridor, some of the inmates were cheering, the others jeering. All of the words of anything but affirmation rolled off his back, he was getting out and they weren’t. Nearing the front desk, Ashton could see his best friend, Calum, sitting in the waiting room. A smile painted across his face, happy that someone came to get him. Rounding the corner to the desk, Ashton was presented with papers that he had to sign stating that he understood his parole and he was passed a bag with his belongings.
“Hey, mate,” Calum’s thick, gruff Australian voice sounded through his ears. Calum stood up from where he was standing to envelop his best friend in a hug, which Ashton very happily returned. “I’ve missed you, man. Streets ain’t been the same without you,” Calum said. He wasn’t lying, their small group of four hadn’t been the same once their key member was jailed, considering Ashton was like their leader in a sense.
Ashton flashed a small smile, “let’s go, Hood, I got things to do.”
As they neared Calum’s car, Ashton smiled again. “Still got your old Hudson Hornet? Nice to know that things haven’t changed much,” Ashton mused. Calum cracked a smile as he unlocked the doors and the two men slid into the car.
“What’re you gonna do now that you’re out?” Calum sounded, starting the engine. Ashton was ripping open the plastic bag and grabbed out the only two things he had on his person at the time of his arrest: his leather jacket, and his wallet. After sliding on the black jacket, he opened his wallet and took out the small picture he had.
“I’m gonna go see Sweet Pea, she’s gonna be over the moon that I’m out,” Ashton said quietly. He could’ve sworn he heard Calum’s breath hitch at the mention of Sweet Pea. The smile Ashton had on his face faltered a bit, “Calum, what’s wrong?”
“Mate, no one’s heard from Sweet Pea since you got locked up. She stopped coming around,” Calum said quietly, scared that if he said it any louder that Ashton would blow up.
Ashton’s head snapped away from the picture and towards Calum. She what!? He really had no words. She always told him that they were together forever, that they would always wait for each other, no matter what. “That’s… impossible. Maybe she just didn’t wanna hang out with you three dodo birds without me, take me to her house.”
Driving down the street couldn’t have been more awkward for Calum. He’d only scraped the surface of everything that’s changed. He didn’t even tell him the worst part of Sweet Pea dropping him, and honestly, he didn’t want to.
As they pulled up to her folk’s house, Ashton swung the door open and almost flew up the stairs to the porch. Upon knocking, the sound of laughter could be heard from inside and Ashton’s heart skipped a beat, that was his girl’s laugh. Knocking on the door, his heart was pounding in his chest. The door swung open, revealing some schmuck who didn’t look like he belonged in the house. “And who are you?” this mystery guy questioned.
A grimace took over Ashton’s face, “none of your business, where’s Sweet Pea?” As soon as he said her name, she appeared from behind the man, a worried look on her face.
“It’s okay, Johnny, it’s just Ashton,” she said, grabbing onto Johnny’s bicep. “Go wait for me in the kitchen, love, I’ll only be a minute,” as soon as she muttered those words, Johnny pressed a light kiss to her lips, causing Ashton’s eyes to almost bug out of his eyes. What in the actual fuck? Why is he kissin’ my girl? My girl! “Ashton--”
“Sweet Pea? What’s goin’ on?” Ashton asked. He couldn’t believe what was going on. His girl, with another man, kissing him and calling him love. “I just got out, babe, I’m here to take you home,” Ashton said, stepping closer, attempting to pull her into him. Sweet Pea backed away from him, rejecting his gesture with a swat of her hand.
“No, Ashton.” She ran a hand through her hair, trying to formulate the words she needed to get her point across to him. “You weren’t there for me, what was I supposed to do? Johnny’s good to me, Ash. He loves me, takes care of me, and most of all, he doesn’t get into trouble,” she explained. She wanted to wait for Ashton, she really did, but she couldn’t take the pain of not knowing if he was okay or not, if he was staying alive in prison or getting killed in the courtyard.
“You don’t belong with him, darling, he’s a fuckin’ preppy. He can’t protect you like I can, you know that, Sweet Pea,” Ashton tried to reason, stepping closer to her once again. When he reached for her again, he was met with Johnny stepping in front of her.
“I can do her one better, Greaseball,” Johnny taunted. “I can provide a life for her. The only thing you can provide for her is pain and danger, whereas I can give her the life of luxury a beautiful woman like her deserves--”
“You know nothing of our fuckin’ relationship, so I’d back up if I were you, you trust fund baby,” Ashton interjected, about halfway to sending Johnny to the emergency room with a broken nose.
“I know plenty, asshole. Get back in your buddy’s little car and tag a wall or something, trash,” Johnny finished, holding his arm out so Ashton couldn’t shuffle any closer to her. “She doesn’t love you, man--”
“Johnny, plea--” Sweet Pea tried to silence them, knowing now that Johnny was trying to get a rise out of Ashton.
“Men are talking, Sweet Pea. Go to the kitchen and find your mother,” Johnny turned his head ever so slightly to give her a hardened look. “I think you should leave, Trailer Trash.”
As Ashton was starting to step down the stairs, he turned around to glance at Sweet Pea once more, a look of sadness washing over his face. “You always said you’d wait, Sweet Pea, no matter what. You lied to me,” Ashton whispered the last part, scared that if he said it any louder, he would cry, which he did not want to do. Sliding back into Calum’s car, he let out an exasperated sigh and ran his fingers through his hair.
“For what it’s worth, mate, you still have us,” Calum said, trying to lighten up the mood.
Ashton whipped his head to Calum, “shut the fuck up and drive, Hood.”
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“So he just showed up three years later—fresh out of jail—to… what? Try to get you back?” Rosie asked. Rosie was Sweet Pea’s long term best friend who knew every nook and cranny of Sweet Pea’s history with Ashton. It wasn’t hard to see the confusion in her eyes, this wasn’t a normal situation.
Sweet Pea swirled the tea around in her mug as they sat in the small diner on the Northside of town. Ever since Ashton was jailed, Sweet Pea steered clear of the Southside, scared that she might run into Ashton’s gang. “Yes! Then Johnny tried to pick a fight with him, calling him Trailer Trash and Greaseball, it just- it wasn’t good, Rose.”
“I can’t fucking stand Johnny.”
“Rose!”
“Well, it’s true. He needs to get off his high horse. You’ve been with him for, what, 11 months? You were with Ashton for 4 and a half years! Johnny doesn’t have shit on him,” Rosie expressed. Truth be told, Sweet Pea did feel something when she saw Ashton for the first time in three years. He was the first man she ever loved; he taught her how to be daring, showed her what true passion was. She could never forget that, no matter how much she wanted to.
She was angry at Ashton for getting himself locked up, yes, but he didn’t deserve to be dragged the way Johnny did. “I-I have to go, Rose. There’s something I need to take care of,” Sweet Pea blurted as she abruptly stood up from the booth and placed a few dollars on the table for her tea. She needed to talk to Ashton, to hear him out, without Johnny around. She didn’t know how she was going to do it, but dammit, it needed to happen soon.
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“I’m sorry about that, man,” said Calum to his best friend, “what happened at Sweet Pea’s house this morning was uncalled for, you didn’t deserve that.” Calum was right. What happened at Sweet Pea’s house was uncalled for, but there was nothing he could do about it. Ashton appreciated having a friend like Calum though, he was always there and although sometimes he’s a little moody, he always made sure his friends and family were taken care of.
“It’s okay, Cal,” Ashton reassured. He sighed, he didn’t know what he could do to get her back, not when she’s with that fuckboy preppy. “I just-- I need to take my mind off of her. Would you mind taking me to my parents house? I need to apologize for not talking to them for three years.”
“Ashton--”
“I don’t have time to argue about this. Just take me, please, Calum,” Ashton pleaded. Calum obliged, as the two men walked out of Calum’s small apartment.
Pulling up to Ashton’s family home, he felt the same excitement and worry he felt as when they pulled up to Sweet Pea’s house earlier that day. Ashton didn’t keep in contact with his family while he was in jail, too afraid of the disappointment and the stress he’d be putting his mother and siblings through. As Calum’s car sat on the curb, Ashton stayed staring at the house. There was a different car in the driveway, which Ashton just waved off as the possibility of his mother purchasing a new car. But then he saw it. The curtains were drawn back and he had the perfect view of the inside of the house, where he saw a little old man cross into the living room and sit in a big arm chair that he also did not recognize. Ashton was… confused, to say the least. “What in the,” he whispered to himself as he unbuckled his seat belt.
“What are you doing, Ash?” Calum questioned, ready to stop his friend from going and scaring this poor old man.
Ashton looked at Calum for a split second before directing his stare back at the house. “I need to see who that is and why the fuck he’s in my mother’s house.” As Ashton was getting ready to open the car door, Calum placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him.
“Listen, man, this is going to be hard to hear,” said Calum, “your family moved out of town about a year and a half ago, nobody knows why or where they moved to.” At this, shock took over Ashton’s body. He slowly pulled the car door closed and sat there, shell shocked. His family left him.
“Th-They left me?” Ashton said in the smallest voice. Ashton wasn’t one to cry but dammit, this was the straw that broke the camel's back.
“Ash—“
“No, Calum, they fuckin’ left me! First, the love of my life decides to replace me with some preppy asshole and now my family up and left me! I have no one, man, no one!” Wiping a few stray tears off his cheeks, Ashton sniffled and the look on his face hardened.
“Ashton, you’re not alone, mate. You have me, you know my apartment is open to you,” Calum said quietly, “why don’t we get drinks tonight, huh? Might do ya some good.”
The ride to the bar was filled with silence, neither of them knowing the correct words to say. Ashton was a little more on edge, with good reason. The ride seemed to be going on a little longer than Ashton had remembered, noticing that they entered the part of town where Luke and Michael lived. Luke and Michael lived more on the Eastside of town, whereas Calum—and now Ashton—lived on the Southside of Grand Haven. “What are we doing, man?” Ashton asked, “I thought we were going to the bar.”
“We are, Ash, we’re just doing something first,” Calum assured him.
At this point, Ashton could add skeptical to the list of emotions he was currently feeling. “I can see that, but my question was what are we doing?” Ashton emphasized the question, hoping that Calum would catch onto the hint of annoyance in his voice. Calum did not.
“Just-- you’ll see, mate,” Calum said to his best friend, “you’ll see.”
Ashton sighed. “I fucking hate surprises, Hood.”
It turns out that exactly what Ashton thought was happening, was happening. They had picked up Michael and Luke to join them at the bar for the night. He wasn’t explicitly angry, he loved Michael and Luke to pieces, he just hadn’t told them that he was released from prison, much less anything else that was currently going on.
The rest of the car ride was awkward, to say the least. It was filled with small talk, mostly from Calum and the other two, with occasional head nods from Ashton to show he was still down on Earth with them. Every once and awhile, one of the boys would attempt to converse with Ashton about how he was doing, with no prevail.
About three hours later, Ashton was feeling light on his feet. He typically wasn’t one to get drunk quickly but not having a single drink for three years really changes a person's tolerance. Although he was feeling better, his thoughts were still consumed by Sweet Pea. He wasn’t sure what possessed him to get up begin walking towards the exit of the bar, leather jacket in hand, but that’s exactly what he was doing. He didn’t get far, as one of the boys tried to grab his bicep to stop him. “Whoa, whoa, whoa where are you going, mate?” Michael asked, trying to pull his friend back to where everyone else was.
“I’m goin-- I just need a breath of fresh air, mate,” Ashton said, “I’ll be back.” Knowing that he couldn’t keep him from going outside, Michael let him. As Ashton was standing outside, it seemed as if his brain and his feet were moving on autopilot. He wasn’t sure if what he was doing was the right thing, but the alcohol in his system was telling him otherwise. The bar they were currently at was located in the central part of Grand Haven, towards the back, but Ashton has made this walk many a time. The February air was quite chilly tonight, but his leather jacket kept him warm enough, as well as the alcohol in him. Walking down the street, Ashton was all in his head. He wasn’t quite sure of what he was going to say yet, he just knew he had to go to her.
About halfway to the Northside of town, the once busy streets of Grand Haven began to quiet down, as everyone was off of work and inside their homes. It was beginning to get colder as well, as it was nearing the later part of night. The walk from the bar to Sweet Pea’s house wasn’t very far, it was just taking Ashton longer since he was intoxicated and worrying about how he was walking so he wouldn’t trip and fall. He was so caught up in his own mind, he almost didn’t register the hand slamming on his shoulder. “Cal, mate--”
“Did you not hear me, Greaseball?” Ashton turned around to be face to face with some random townie. “Go back to your dumpster.”
Ashton blinked, suddenly it seemed as if the alcohol in his veins was leaving his body. “Excuse me?” He was confused for two reasons: why this person decided to bother him, and why in the hell did this townie think it was fine putting his hands on him?
“You don’t belong here,” the townie once again repeated. Ashton felt his face heat up, who was this person to say whether or not he belonged somewhere? Why does it matter? What was Ashton doing that bothered this person so much?
“Sorry you feel that way, mate,” Ashton said, “bye.” The townie obviously wasn’t pleased with Ashton’s tone of voice, seeing as he once again grabbed his shoulder and shoved him. If Ashton wasn’t already fuming, he sure in hell was now. As he turned around, he scowled at the person behind him. “What the fu--”
Ashton’s words were met with a fist straight to his mouth. Is this piece of shit townie really trying to pick a fight? It didn’t take long for him to react, swinging at the townie himself. Ashton let the anger that had been boiling in his body all day take over, swinging relentlessly at the guy, receiving a few punches to the gut and cheek himself. Ashton wasn’t going to stop until the man was on the floor and would leave him alone. With a few more swings to the stomach and chin, the townie was sent to the ground groaning. “Fucking hell,” Ashton muttered as he turned around to leave the man on the ground.
“You’re on the wrong side of town,” the townie groaned as he stood to his feet. Shouldn’t I be saying that? Ashton thought in his head as he turned around to once again come face to face with the townie. How in the fuck did he get up? The townie snickered, “you’re gonna regret coming back.” He reached into the pocket of his blue jeans and pulled out a switchblade, smirking at Ashton.
“What the fuck?” Ashton said, stepping back. The townie stepped forwards once again, swinging the switchblade, slashing him on his stomach. Ashton doubled over in pain, hand gripping his stomach. The townie swung again, this time slitting Ashton’s cheek. Shit, if Ashton thought he was in pain now, this was excruciating.
The townie crouched down to Ashton’s level, smirking, “you’re trash,” he spat, “go back to prison where you belong.”
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The sound of the doorbell startled Sweet Pea from the half sleep state she was in. She glanced at the clock on the wall above the television set, 2:54 AM. She blinked a couple times, wondering who was at the door at such a late hour into the night. She flicked on the porch light, looking through the peephole. Ashton. It’s Ashton.
Sweet Pea quickly unlocked the front door and swung it open, to reveal a hurt Ashton. He half smiled upon seeing her, as that was all he could do without doubling over in pain. “Ashton,” she began, pulling her robe tighter around her as the chilly February breeze hit her unexpectedly, “are you okay? Let me take a look at you.”
Listening to her, Ashton sauntered over to Sweet Pea. She lifted her hands, running her fingers along his cheek, where the new slash made home. As her finger ran across it, Ashton hissed “Gentle, love,” he whispered, afraid that if he spoke too loud he’d scare the small, doe-eyed woman in front of him.
“Come on, let's get you cleaned up, okay?” She asked, carefully gripping his bicep so she could pull him inside her house. Sweet Pea lead him into the small kitchen and had him sit the table so she could get the first aid kit to tend to his wounds. Walking over to him ripping open an alcohol pad with his teeth, she looked into Ashton’s eyes for the first time that night. There was something in them she couldn’t exactly pinpoint; she didn’t know what she was doing. Here she was in her kitchen, cleaning up her ex-boyfriend-slash-ex-con after what seemed to be a bad fight at nearly 3 AM. “This is going to sting a little,” she warned him before bringing the alcohol wipe to his split lip to clean off the dried blood. Once again Ashton hissed, pleading Sweet Pea to be gentle, to which she replied with a small smile.
“I’m sorry,” Ashton started, “I shouldn’t have come to bother you, love.”
Sweet Pea sighed, “what happened to you?”
“I was at the bar with Calum and the boys and I needed to come see yo--”
“No, Ashton,” she said to him with her eyes shut as if she was trying to figure out what the right words were to say, “I’m not talking about tonight. I’m talking about in general. What happened to the man I once knew? My Ashton would not have gotten himself locked up.”
“Sweet Pea, please,” Ashton said. He’d been waiting to tell her why he got put into prison in the first place for the longest time, he just… he didn’t know how. How was he supposed to tell the love of his life that he was caught shoplifting when he already had a warrant on a tagging charge? “This is gonna be really hard for me to say, doll,” Ashton told the woman in front of him, looking at him with a sense of worry that Ashton could detect a mile away, “I was arrested on a petty theft charge when I already had a warrant out for tagging.”
“You… what? You had a warrant out for your arrest?” Sweet Pea was in shock, to say the least. She hung her head, pinching the bridge of her nose. Ashton had never felt more guilt for anything in his entire life and seeing Sweet Pea this incredibly disappointed in him made everything worse. “What’d you try n’ steal, Ash?”
“What?” Ashton asked, taken aback by her words.
“You heard me,” she said, “what did you try to steal?”
Ashton took a deep breath, “medication for Harry.” Little Harry Dawkins was Ashton’s youngest sibling, only twelve at the time of Ashton’s arrest. “He was-he was sick. Mum couldn’t afford the medication for him, I couldn’t afford the medication for him. I wasn’t going to let my little brother be in pain, doll, you know how much my siblings mean to me,” Ashton said quietly, lowering his head in shame. He looked at the floor and then slowly raised his head to make eye contact with Sweet Pea. “I’m angry at myself for getting arrested and leaving my family and leaving you for three years, but I’d do it again. If it meant Harry or Lauren or you were getting what you needed, then fuck, I’d steal anything.”
Sweet Pea felt her stomach tie itself into knots at his words. Ashton always has been a family man. “I understand,” she told him, “you shouldn’t have stolen, though. You could have come to me, love, my parents would’ve been more than happy to get Harry the medication, they have the money for it.”
“I was supposed to provide for you, Sweet Pea, not the other way around,” Ashton said, head hanging low once again.
As much as she would like to suppress it, Sweet Pea couldn’t ignore the feelings she still felt for Ashton in her heart. This was the man she was with for almost five years, how could she not still feel something for him? Sure, he was in jail for three years and she’s with Johnny now but she couldn’t help but think of that would happen if she gave Johnny, and possibly her family up, all for Ashton.
By that morning, Ashton was long gone. Sweet Pea offered for him to sleep on the couch, seeing as he was in no shape to be on his own, which he was thankful for, he just didn’t want her family to find him in the morning. After she cleaned him up, they spent hours catching up and laughing about old stories from when they were still together. Although he wasn’t afraid to admit it, he was scared of his feelings for Sweet Pea. He knew he still loved her, of course he did, but she was with someone new and he had to respect that. As much as he wanted to swoop her into his arms and kiss both of their pain away, he knew that’d only cause more tension.
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Ashton walked into the small diner that morning, he quickly caught sight of his three friends sitting in a booth towards the back. As he was walking to them, Luke looked up and smiled when he saw his friend. “Hey, fellas,” Ashton said as he slid into the booth next to Luke. Looking at the boys, Ashton could tell that Michael was nursing a hangover, as well as Luke.
“What happened to you last night?” Calum asked Ashton, “you can’t just disappear like that, man.You look horrible.” Ashton let out a huff. He knew that Calum was just looking out for his best interest, but holy shit, Ashton was a grown man who could take care of himself. Worry about yourself, Calum.
“I went to see Sweet Pea,” Ashton started. Upon hearing that, all of the boys suddenly perked up. “On my way there, some random townie stopped me, talking about how I was in the ‘wrong part of town’ and then pulled a fucking blade on me.” As soon as he said the word blade, Michael’s eyes went wide.
“Dude, are you okay?” Michael asked.
Ashton laughed, “I’m fine, mate,” he said to Michael, “Sweet Pea cleaned my wounds for me.”
“Sweet Pea? She took care of you?” Calum asked, almost as if he didn’t believe what Ashton was saying. What’s that supposed to mean? Ashton tried to hide his annoyance, but he wasn’t always the best at hiding his facial expressions.
“Yes, Calum, she took care of me. After that we talked for hours. I explained what happened to her and then we spent some time catching up,” Ashton said, “it was really nice.”
“You sound like a lovesick puppy,” Luke chuckled.
“So what if I’m in love? It’s not like my feelings for her have faded away at all,” Ashton raised his voice. Who were they to criticize him spending time with Sweet Pea? Why did it matter if he was still in love with Sweet Pea or not?
“Mate, we’re not trying to piss you off or anything,” Luke started, “but you need to take a look at the situation. She’s in a relationship with someone else, who she probably loves. I know this is hard to hear, but you need to accept the fact that maybe she’s moved on from you.”
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“Mom, I need your advice,” said Sweet Pea, walking into the living room where her mother was sat in her chair with a cup of tea.
“Of course,” her mother said, setting down the romance novel she’d been reading. Sweet Pea’s mother was always the one person she knew she could always count on. Her mother gave the best advice which always had her best interest in mind.
“Don’t get mad at me, mom,” Sweet Pea said to her mother who now had furrowed eyebrows, “Ashton was over last night,” As soon as she mentioned Ashton, her mother's face went to normal, her lips forming into a small smile.
“I know that, honey,” her mother said, “I could hear your guy’s quiet laughter.”
“Mom!” Sweet Pea yelled, covering her face with her hands. “I need to ask you a question.”
“Shoot,” her mother already could guess what Sweet Pea was going to ask, but didn’t want to prod at her daughter, she wanted Sweet Pea to come to those revelations herself.
“When Ashton and I were talking, I-I felt something. Something that I haven’t ever felt being with Johnny,” Sweet Pea started. She wasn’t sure how exactly how to word her feelings to her mother, or even to herself. “I think-I think--”
“You’re still in love with Ashton,” Sweet Pea’s mother finished for her. As soon as the words escaped her mom’s mouth, her eyes went wide. “Don’t worry, sweetie, I already knew. How could you not still be in love with him? You were with him for almost five years, you wanted to plan a future with the man,” her mother said, and she was right. Before Ashton was jailed, Sweet Pea had sat down with both of her parents, explaining that she was in love with the ill-tempered Greaser who she saw a complete future with.
“I don’t know what to do, Mom,” Sweet Pea whispered, hanging her head down in frustration.
“You tell him, dear,” her mother said, “love is too beautiful of a thing to let go like that. If you don’t tell Ashton how you feel and you stay with Johnny, you’re going to regret that for the rest of your life.”
Sweet Pea took a deep breath, her mother was right. I need to tell Ashton, I need to tell Ashton, I need to tell Ashton. The sentence kept repeating itself in her head over and over again until they didn’t sound like words anymore. But what about Johnny? “Mom,” Sweet Pea said, “what about Johnny? Isn’t it not fair to him for me to leave him for someone he considers ‘trailer trash’?”
“It’s more fair for you to leave the relationship now then it’d be if you stayed with him while in love with another man,” her mother said. Sweet Pea always knew her mother had great advice, but it only seems that she is purely talking from the heart right now.
“Mom, you are really passionate about this,” she laughed at her mother. Her mother smiled fondly, looking over to photo of her and her husband.
“Honey, I was in another relationship when I realized I was in love with your father. If I wouldn’t have left that other man, I wouldn’t have your father and more importantly, I wouldn’t have you,” her mother explained. Sweet Pea wasn’t in shock, as opposed to just in awe of her mother. “You need to fight for love, Sweet Pea. And let me tell you, Ashton Irwin is worth fighting for.”
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A little over a week later, Johnny was sat at the dinner table with Sweet Pea and her parents. She’d been acting a little out of character tonight, with good reason. She had given a lot of thought to what her mother said and yes, she was going to end things with Johnny and confess her feelings to Ashton. How could she not? It wasn’t that Johnny wasn’t good to her, she just didn’t share the same chemistry with him that she has with Ashton.
The family ate in silence, the awkward tension rising in the room. Johnny very awkwardly cleared his throat and looked at Sweet Pea’s parents. “If I could have everyone’s attention, please,” he asked as he stood up from his seat, directing his attention to a very awkward looking Sweet Pea. “Sweet Pea, I love you. I know we haven’t been together very long, but I know we’re here to stay,” Johnny began, causing Sweet Pea and her mother’s eyes to almost bulge out of their heads. This cannot be happening. Sweet Pea whipped her head over to her mother, who was staring down at her plate, pushing the pot roast around. Helpful.
“Johnny, what are you doing?” She asked him. She had a feeling of what he was going to do, but she didn’t want to believe that’s what actually was happening.
Johnny sighed. “Let me finish, Sweet Pea,” he demanded. For someone who’s confessing their love, he’s awfully rude. “As I was saying, I wanna spend the rest of my life with you,” he said, moving from his seat the kneel in front of her. Sweet Pea couldn’t contain the gasp escaping from her mouth, as well as her mother. This was not happening right now. “Please, please, please marry me, Sweet Pea.”
She looked into his eyes for the first time that evening. This wasn’t the future she saw for herself. She didn’t see her elf as being a little housewife for a man who didn’t even appreciate her; she saw herself with someone who wants better for her and someone who was okay with the fact that Sweet Pea didn’t want the stereotypical family. Sweet Pea saw herself with someone much like Ashton. “I-I… Johnny, I need to talk to you,” she looked over at her parents, “alone.”
Sweet Pea’s parents excused themselves to the backyard, while Sweet Pea stayed seated in her chair. Johnny stood up and began pacing, which made Sweet Pea even more nervous. “What are we talking about?” Johnny asked, stopping so he was standing in front of her once again.
“Johnny,” Sweet Pea started nervously, “I don’t know how to tell you this.”
Johnny furrowed his eyebrows together, “tell me what?” His tone sounded a little harsher than Sweet Pea would like, not that she was surprised.
Sweet Pea closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath. It’s now or never. Opening her eyes, she muttered, “I can’t marry you, Johnny.” As soon as the words fell past her lips, Johnny’s eyes went wide and his once blank stare was hardened.
“Oh yeah?” Johnny started, venom lacing his words. “And why is that?”
“I don’t- I don’t love you…” Sweet Pea whispered.
At that sentence, Johnny scoffed. “You don’t love me?” he shouted. “Who do you love? Hmm? I wanna know the truth.”
“Johnny, I-I--”
“No I know who, you love that fuckin’ Greaseball, don’t you?” he sneered. “That piece of shit can’t provide for you. I don’t know why you think that being with him is going to be easy, Sweet Pea,” Johnny laughed, “if you’d marry me, you wouldn’t have to work a day in your life. That Greaser can’t offer you that. You’ll be working more than he does.”
Sweet Pea stood up from her seat, blood boiling that he could ever talk about someone so amazing in such a demeaning tone. “You know what, Johnny? Yeah, I do love that ‘fuckin’ Greaseball’, who’s name is Ashton, by the way. That man has shown me more love in the four and a half years I was with them than an entire lifetime with you,” she spat. Johnny looked a little taken aback at the newfound attitude Sweet Pea has acquired. “Before you judge someone, why don’t you actually get to know them? Ashton has more kindness in his pinkie than you have in your entire body, his smile can light up a room, and fuck, you can lose yourself in that man’s eyes for hours.” She didn’t know why she was telling Johnny all of this, perhaps she was more so talking to herself at this point than to him. “I love that ill-tempered man with the sweetest heart,” she ended, looking back at Johnny’s hardened face, feeling absolutely disgusted with herself for putting up with him for as long as she did. Shaking her head, she began to walk down the hallway where her bedroom door was. Looking back one last time, she smirked, “you can leave now, Johnny.” And like that, she single handedly realized two things: Johnny was a piece of shit and that she was sure that Ashton Irwin was the love of her life.
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“You sure you don’t wanna go out with us, mate?” Calum asked Ashton. The boys had all been trying to convince Ashton to go to the bar with them again, but Ashton couldn’t bring himself to go.
Ashton flashed a small smile at his friends, “why don’t you guys just go? I’ll be fine here.” Not wanting to waste any more time, Calum just nodded and bid his best friend goodbye. Ashton sighed to himself, happy that he was finally alone.
Ever since the night that Sweet Pea took care of him, he couldn’t get her out of his mind. She was already always consuming his thoughts, now it was taken to the next level. He found that night at Sweet Pea’s house to be very therapeutic, knowing that it was probably time for her to know the truth.
For the next hour and a half or so, Ashton stared at the small black and white television set Calum had set up in the living room. The movie Casablanca was playing and Ashton couldn’t help but feel a sense of sadness. Sweet Pea absolutely loves this movie with her entire being, always watching it when it came on the television and of course forcing Ashton to watch it with her. Towards the end of the movie, there was a knock on the door, startling Ashton out of the relaxation he was previously feeling.
Standing up from the couch, Ashton went to the door and looked out the peephole. It can’t be. As if acting on autopilot, he swung the door open to reveal Sweet Pea. He looked her up and down, taking note of the upset look on her face. “Sweet Pea, love, why are you here?” Ashton asked her.
She looked up into his hazel eyes, and knew that it was time. “I need to talk to you, Ash,” she said to him, “it’s important.”
Upon hearing those words, Ashton’s heart rate picked up and he stood to the side, ushering Sweet Pea into Calum’s apartment. She looked around for a second, her eyes landing on the television set. “You’re watching Casablanca,” she smiled softly.
“Your favorite movie,” Ashton said to her. Sweet Pea turned her head away from the television and to Ashton once again in complete awe. He remembered.
As Ashton took a seat on the couch, Sweet Pea went over and sat down next to him. She didn’t exactly know how to tell him, but it shouldn’t be that hard, right? She had gotten over the obstacle of telling Johnny, but now she was faced with her biggest obstacle of all: telling Ashton her feelings. “So,” she awkwardly began, “Johnny proposed to me.”
Ashton’s eyes widened for a moment. She was goin’ to marry that piece of shit? “Oh-oh yeah? How’d that g--”
“I told him no, Ashton,” she interrupted him. Just then, she felt her breathing go slow. Ashton, on the other hand, swallowed one of the many lumps in his throat. “I told him no,” she repeated again, softer this time.
“You did?” Ashton asked. “Why?”
“Because he’s not the one I love,” she said, looking down at her lap. Sweet Pea looked up, looking gazes with Ashton, the confused expression very clearly painted on his face.
“He’s not the one you love…” Ashton pondered out loud, more to himself than to her.
Without thinking, Sweet Pea whispered, “I love you.” Had it not incredibly quiet in the apartment, the only noise coming from the television that was basically muted, Ashton could’ve missed the three words he’s been waiting to hear for the past three years.
“You-you what? Really?” he asked.
Sweet Pea smiled, finally happy that she got what’s been eating her alive for the past week out into the open. “Of course I do, Ash,” she said, reaching her hand out to grasp his, “it’s you. It’s always been you.”
Ashton looked at her in complete and utter shock. He couldn’t believe that she actually said it to him. Sure, he knew she probably still had a little bit of love for her, but she was really good at hiding it. He closed his eyes, basking in the moment for a second. It was what Sweet Pea said next that made everything feel real.
“Ashton,” she said, catching him out of his own thoughts. “Kiss me. Kiss me as if it were the last time.” She was quoting the movie, and the line couldn’t be more fitting for the moment.
Ashton collided his lips with Sweet Pea’s in what seemed like the most desperate, romantic, lustful, and overdue kiss either one of them had ever experienced. It was rushed, but slow. Sloppy, yet beautiful. Neither of them had even realized that in all this time, this was what they needed.
They kissed each other as if their lives depended on it, and before too long, they were shedding one another of their clothing. Ashton’s head was spinning, as this was the happiest he’s felt in the last three years. Heaven. This must be what Heaven feels like.
When Sweet Pea rid herself of her top, Ashton’s pink lips attached to her chest, sucking and marking her as his, leaving a fiery trail in his wake. Sweet Pea let a moan escape her lips, which was music to Ashton’s ears. He could feel himself getting more and more excited as the minutes were passing by, the excitement building in his stomach.
When Ashton flipped the two of them, so she was now beneath him, he finally pulled down both his trousers and his boxers in one swift movement. Ashton sighed at the simple relief he found from just freeing himself from the confines of his pants. He then pulled Sweet Pea’s pants and underwear down and sat up, smiling at her. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he said to her, making the heat rise to her cheeks as she pulled Ashton by his face down to hers to catch him in a messy kiss. As their lips moved in sync, Ashton trailed his hand down her body, stopping at her heat. When he slipped his fingers through her folds, Sweet Pea let out a squeaky moan, fueling Ashton to go further. “You’re so wet for me, doll,” he rasped lowly, “just for me.”
“Just for you,” she quietly moaned. Her moans grew louder and louder and Ashton began to pump his finger in and out of her, preparing her enough to handle his length. When Ashton decided to finally stop building the anticipation, he reached over to the coffee table and pulled the condom from his wallet. Sweet Pea chuckled, “I hope that condom isn’t three years old.” Ashton chuckled back at her awkward comment, sliding the condom on and lining himself up at her entrance.
He looked down at Sweet Pea, clutching her hips and finally pushing himself into her, earning a loud moan from her, to which Ashton replied with a low growl. As Ashton began to thrust, he felt all of his problems fade away. Here he was, with the woman he loves, who loves him back, sharing one of their most romantic moments. He wouldn’t have it any other way.
They were a mess of tongue, sweat, and the sound of skin slapping skin mixed with her soft moans became the soundtrack to the moment. Sweet Pea was nearing her orgasm, Ashton chasing his own, with his thrusts becoming less rhythmic and sloppier.
As Sweet Pea reached her high, squealing a moan, Ashton wasn’t far behind her. Letting a few curse words fall past his lips, he reached his own high with a sigh of relief. When he pulled out of her, Sweet Pea let out a quiet gasp from the sudden empty feeling. Ashton pulled off his condom, throwing it into the trash bin across the living room, taking time to pull on his boxers. He once again took his place on the couch and handed Sweet Pea her panties and his t-shirt, in case the boys came back earlier than he hoped.
And as Ashton and Sweet Pea were laying on the couch, post-sex, neither one of them had ever been more in love than in this moment. He placed a sweet kiss to her forehead, which was lightly covered in sweat, to which Sweet Pea cuddled deeper into his side. “I love you,” he whispered to her, “so fuckin’ much.”
Sweet Pea smiled up at him, “I love you more.”
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First Into The Night (RDR2 Fanfic, 18+ ONLY)
Summary: You are a woman on the eve of your engagement, cursing the world as your parents had decided that the man for you was someone you had never met, and from what you had heard from the servants, he wasn’t a good man. Running away to the city, you run into a stranger, an outlaw with the most beguiling eyes and tempting smile, who promises to be gentle. Will you go with him when he holds his hand out to you?
Author’s Notes: Average marriage age in 1890 for women is about 22 years, according to the US census. So I wrote Reader as older than that, because I came up with a line and I really wanted to use it. That’s my one conceit of this request. Everything else is from my dear requester, @uwulicious, who wanted a low honor Arthur tempting a virgin reader.
Tags: virgin reader, Low Honor Arthur, dubcon, dirty talk, seduction, blow jobs, rough sex
Find it on AO3 here!
The gas lamps, the clip-clop of horses drawing carriages, and the crowds around the gambling houses and hotels made you shake with excitement. You had finally, finally gotten out of the house, free from your stuffy relatives, escaping from under their noses while the servants were busy preparing for tomorrow night.
Ugh. Tomorrow night could just stay away. Your fiance, chosen for you by your parents, of course, was supposed to come and officially meet you, and your family and his were to have a nice meal together.
But you wanted none of that. You wanted freedom. You wanted love, like in the romance novels you loved so dearly. Where a man would whisk you away and kiss you and hug you all night long. And ravish you, whatever that meant. It sounded appealing.
After wandering around the city, your head up in the sky with thoughts of the last book you read, you looked around and realized you had lost your way. The lamps here were less polished, the road less clean. Even the lights coming from the buildings here were less warm, more dim, and seemed a bit more reddish in hue. You turned around, trying to retrace your steps. Walking past a saloon, a large man stumbled out of the double doors, looked around, and spotted you. He instantly went still for a heartbeat, before straightening up and sauntering towards you.
“Hey there, sweetheart.” His voice was like velvet against your ears, though his words were slightly slurred.
“Hello, sir,” you greeted in response. You wrinkled your nose; the man smelled of whiskey.
He looked you up and down, raising an eyebrow. “This your first time on the street?”
“Yes, I’ve never done this before,” you answered, not quite understanding what he meant.
His eyes glowed. “Well then, c’mon. I’ll be gentle.” He took your hand, and started pulling you in a different direction. You tried to pull your hand back, but then he turned and stepped into the lamp light, giving you a clear view of his face. His eyes were warm and amused, while the smile on his full lips gave you shiver of a different kind of excitement. His jaw was dusted with the return of a beard, and his body was the kind you wanted to have wrapped around you, keeping you safe.
Perhaps he would hug you, kiss you, and even show you what books meant by ravish?
“Don’t be frightened, little angel. I won’t hurt you, I promise.”
You nodded and followed him into the night.
***
He took you down a few winding alleys until you saw a small hotel. It was more like an inn, with only a few rooms centered around a small courtyard in the back. The room he took you into was small, but tidy and clean. As you walked inside and looked around, you heard the door shut, and the shuffle of clothes falling to the ground. You turned to see the man unbuttoning his shirt, his jacket and gun belt already off.
You gasped and stumbled backwards until your legs hit the bed, and you fell back onto the mattress.
He pulled off his shirt and threw it on the floor, his grin turning wolfish as he stalked towards you. His arms caged you in, his hands close to your face as he leaned over you.
“What’s your name, angel?”
You told him just your first name.
“Lovely.” He leaned in slowly and oh so gently pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was soft and delicate.
“May I have your name?” you whispered.
“Arthur Morgan.”
“Mr. Morgan, I’m not sure I understand what is going on,” you said, a bit embarrassed.
Arthur stood up and looked at you for a few moments. “How old are you?”
You told him as you sat up. He let out a chuckle.
“You’re a bit past marryin’ age; you shoulda known what I was askin’ of you.”
You pouted. Wasn’t your fault you didn’t know much outside of your home.
Arthur put his hands up in surrender. “Sorry, didn’t mean anythin’ by it.” He quickly switched topics. “So why were you out on the street?”
“I… I got lost. I ran away from home.”
Arthur raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
“My parents are forcing me to marry someone I’ve never met. And I’ve heard things about him from the servants. I don’t want to marry him!”
He nodded, listening to you vent about your life situation. As you groused about your overbearing parents and the terrible things you had heard about your groom-to-be, Arthur had slowly come closer to you, sitting by your side, holding your hand, rubbing your shoulders and back, his hand feeling so good on you. You glanced over at his chest, scarred and dusted with hair. Overcome with the urge to touch him, you quickly looked away, trying to control yourself.
“Sounds like you need something to get your mind off your situation,” he murmured, his hand massaging your neck. You moaned, leaning into his touch. He caressed your cheek, turning you to face him. He nibbled your lower lip. You leaned closer to him, letting him lead, learning how to kiss him. His tongue played with yours, slowly coaxing you to do the same. You didn’t know a kiss could be so sensual, so exciting.
He slowly leaned you back down again, letting some of his weight push against you as he stroked your side, a meandering touch, trailing heat down your body as he continued to kiss you. Then he started leaving sweet kisses on your cheek, your chin, your neck. When his lips grazed the top of your blouse, he reached up to start unbuttoning, and you breathed hard.
“Sir, I....”
“Hmm?”
“I’m supposed to remain chaste for my fiance.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s the proper thing to do!”
“You ain’t bein’ proper now, are ya?”
You stopped to think about this. He was right; you had run away, you had followed a strange man into his hotel room, and now, he was above you, touching you and kissing you.
“You never rolled around with a man before?”
“No…” you answered, trailing off. After fidgeting for a few moments, you pushed him away and stood up. “This is too much,” you mumbled as you tried to step away.
He chuckled as he stood up with you. “Let’s start slow. You alright with a hug?”
You took a breath and nodded. Hugging was relatively safe.
Arthur took a step closer to you, placing his hands on your shoulders. He gently brought you into his wide chest, and you wrapped your arms around his torso. His hands stroked down your back until he had wrapped you up into a warm embrace, feeling his muscles against your cheek. You could hear the steady drum of his heart, and felt him kiss the top of your head. You felt protected.
The hug went on, and you never wanted him to let you go. The circle of his arms made you feel so safe that you didn’t notice him subtly drawing you back to the bed until he had sat down upon it, pulling you into his lap.
“Wait!” you exclaimed, thinking he was going to go too far again, but Arthur just kept holding you, rubbing your back until you calmed back down.
“I said I’d just hug you until you were ready for more,” he said, his hands stroking your belly and your shoulders, your sides, your hips. You clung to him, your breaths becoming shallow as he touched you. Though he wasn’t touching you in your private areas, just his warm hands on you was exhilarating enough.
“I… I think I’m ready for a little more,” you said in a hushed tone.
“How ‘bout a bit of kissin’?”
“Alright,” you replied, closing your eyes.
Arthur softly kissed your forehead. Then the tip of your nose. He pecked your cheek. And finally, he kissed your lips, and you sighed happily. He gently coaxed your mouth open once more, and soon you were making out with him, tongues warring for dominance, his hands all over your back, crushing you to his hard body. You learned quickly from before, and were soon pushing him on the bed, eager for more.
“Pushy lil’ thing, ain’tcha?”
You giggled; you were drunk on this feeling. You felt bold enough to ask him something that had been on your mind all night. “Arthur?”
“What is it, sweetheart?”
“What....” You fumbled, but took a deep breath and asked, even though it would make you look like a fool. “What does it mean to ravish someone?”
You noticed Arthur’s eyes began to glimmer with a dark heat, and his lips curved in a mischievous smile. “Oh, you innocent angel. I’ll teach you.”
“Just tell me!” you insisted.
“Naw, much more… educational… if I just ravish you instead.”
That was all the warning you got before he held you in his arms and rolled you over on the bed, pinning you down. His hands went up to your blouse buttons once more and he unbuttoned each one, not letting you stop him, even as you tugged at his arms.
“Wait…”
“You wanted to know, didn’t ya?”
“Yes, but…”
“Do you really want me to stop? Or is it just your precious etiquette that’s stoppin’ ya from enjoyin’ yerself?”
He stared hard at you, a passion in his eyes that made your body hot with desire. What did you truly want? As you took a deep breath, you felt with your body, your heart, the heat pooling at your core. And you came to a conclusion.
“Don’t stop.”
Arthur’s smile was sensual, his look promising an erotic experience that you’d never forget. He continued to unbutton your blouse, pulling it out of your skirt and helping you shrug it off. Your chemise was thin and showed your body through the nearly translucent fabric. Then he quickly unbuttoned your skirt, pulling it off you with hurried tugs.
As you lay on the bed in just your under things, you suddenly felt shy, and tried to cover yourself. But Arthur wouldn’t let you; he grabbed your wrists and held them with one hand over your head. He grabbed the drawstring of your drawers and pulled, and then dragged your drawers off you completely, exposing your most private center. You started to scream, but he immediately clamped down on your mouth.
“Don’t scream, darlin’. You said you wanted this.”
You nodded. He let go of your mouth, his hand gently stroking your cheek as he moved to help you take off your chemise, the fabric dragging along your nipples, making you sigh as even the slightest movement on your sensitive skin aroused you. Now you were nude, all of you exposed to a man you just met, but whose body you wanted to envelop you. You wanted him to subdue you, to teach you what a man could do to you.
But you started shaking, regardless of what you were wanting.
Arthur saw you, trembling like a scared rabbit, and lay down next to you, stroking your side in a soothing pattern. “Too fast?”
You nodded.
“I said I’d be gentle. I didn’t lie,” he murmured, as he got up to take off his pants. You watched as he revealed the rest of his body to you, his scars and muscles telling a story of a man who had seen a lot, a man who had a whole life of adventure and hard work, and yet here he was, laying down next to you, taking your hand and placing it on his chest so you could feel the constant rhythm of his heartbeat.
“Breathe, angel.” He took your hand and brought it to his hard shaft. It felt strange in your hand, hard yet soft, warm, pulsing.
“Feel what you’ve done to me,” he whispered in your ear. “Gonna make sure you feel it too.”
You looked at him in surprise as he shifted down the bed until he was in between your legs, spreading you open. You instinctively tried to close them, but he was too strong, and you made yourself relax your muscles, feeling him caress your inner thighs. His tongue traced circles along your skin, moving closer to your virgin hole.
“Oh lord, what are you doing-” You couldn’t speak after he put his mouth on your clit. He lapped at that little spot, making you gasp and writhe with pleasure; how could one small move of his tongue bring so much bliss through your body? You felt yourself growing wetter as he tongued and sucked on you. Feeling him tease a finger inside you, you bucked your hips. He chuckled at your movements before kissing your nether lips once more.
Arthur finally came up for air, and licked his lips. “You’re like a fine whiskey, sweetheart.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“The longer the whiskey ages in the barrel, the better it tastes when it’s finally released.” He slid up your body and licked your neck, making you shiver with desire. “I can’t wait to taste your release.”
He kissed down your body once more until he was between your legs, pleasuring your clit with his tongue. You felt him finger you again, pushing a second finger inside you, stretching you open as he brought waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Those waves reached a peak, and you toppled over the edge, screaming his name as you spasmed on the bed, your legs clamping his head tightly as he drew out the last crest of your climax.
When you finally relaxed, your legs fell limp onto the bed. You looked a right mess: your skin was heated and your hair messed up from how much you were wracking your head back and forth from his ministrations. Every breath you took was deep, a slight tremor accompanying each exhalation. That had been the first time you had felt such physical pleasure, and you were afraid you were going to pass out.
“We ain’t done yet, angel,” he said as he climbed back onto the bed, lifting you up easily and moving you to the middle of the mattress. He sat back on his knees, stroking his cock as he pushed your legs open. “My turn.”
“Wait…”
“I can’t wait any longer, angel.”
“Please, Arthur,” you begged. You didn’t know how his huge shaft would fit inside.
He ignored you as he nudged your opening, and began pushing inside of you. He held your legs open as he slowly sank into you while you writhed, reaching up to push against him.
“Arthur,” you whined, “it’s too much, it’s too big!”
He reached down and teased your clit, stopping his forward momentum for a minute to arouse you into a more consenting mood. Your breaths were ragged; the pain from taking a man for the first time began to subside as his fingers on your clit and his other hand playing with your breasts were bringing your pleasure back to the forefront of your senses. When you looked like you were ready, Arthur leaned forward once more.
“Such a good fit,” he muttered, trying hard to even his breathing. You could tell he was controlling himself, holding back from whatever it was he wanted to do. Staying as still as you could, you watched him enter you, the last inch of him disappearing inside of you in a swift thrust.
You both moaned at the full contact. Knowing that you were ruined and not caring, you cried out when Arthur pulled almost all the way out before slamming back inside of you.
“You wanna know what people like me say instead of ‘ravish’?” he asked you as he started to move his hips, shallowly at first.
“What, do you, say?” you asked, unable to keep your voice in an even tone.
He fell upon you then, crushing your body into bed, his hairy chest rubbing against yours. His tongue flicked out to lick your earlobe before he whispered huskily into your ear.
“I say ‘fuck’. As in, I’m gonna fuck your tight pussy until you come all over my cock.”
You nearly passed out from all of his coarse language. You hadn’t heard such naughty things directed at you before, and your heart beat fast just thinking about what he had said, and what he was doing to you now. He was taking you completely; all you could focus on was his cock, hammering away at you as you spread your legs for him, eager to give everything to him.
“Sir,” you gasped, “I… I want more!”
“More what, darlin’?”
“I don’t know, just… more….” you replied, not knowing what it was you longed for.
He laughed softly and pulled out of you, flipping you roughly onto your stomach. He pulled you up onto your knees, took your hands and placed them on the headboard.
“Hold tight,” he murmured into your ear, then impaled you from behind. He was entering you from a different angle, deeper, harder, and it made you sob softly from the feeling of being filled so fully. Not waiting for you to be ready for this new position, Arthur took you hard, his arms on either side of yours as he too, gripped the headboard. His hips slammed into your ass, the slapping sounds of wet flesh filling the air as he single-mindedly rutted into you, using your body like it was his to own.
As your mind fell into a lustful trance, all you could think was that this carnal possession was what you needed. It was all you ever needed. And when he reached around with one hand to tease your clit, then pinching it hard, you felt yourself at the edge once more, the wanton rapture almost too much for your body to handle.
“Come for me, angel. I want your pleasure, I want to feel it around me,” Arthur whispered into your ear.
Like he was the master of your body, his words pushed you into a wild release, giving you a feeling of unadulterated euphoria that soared through you. It shook you, wrung you out until you could barely breathe, and even towards the end of it, you could still feel him pumping his cock in an erotic rhythm the two of you shared.
But all too soon, he pulled himself out of you and grabbed you by the back of the neck. Dragging you in front of him, he pointed his cock at your face. He pinched your nose, forcing you to gasp for air.
“Taste yerself on my dick,” he growled, shoving himself into your open mouth. Your sound of surprise was muffled as he grabbed the back of your head and forced you back and forth along his length.
“Use your tongue,” he instructed, and you learned quickly how to make him moan and hiss with pleasure. He didn’t stop, he used your mouth selfishly until he suddenly held you still. With a deep growl, he thrust once before shooting his hot, salty, bitter spend into your mouth. You choked, not used to such a taste in your mouth. As you were not really expecting it, you let some of it dribble from your mouth.
“Swallow it,” Arthur commanded as he pulled his softening member from you, using his fingers to push some of his spend back into your mouth. You licked his fingers, not really liking the flavor, but seeing the heat in his eyes, you only wanted to please him more.
He smiled down at you, petting your head like a favorite pet. “Good girl,” he drawled, and you smiled happily. Getting off the bed, he led you to the wash basin and cleaned you up before cleaning himself, and gently took you to bed, holding you in his arms. He kissed you tenderly, telling you how good you were, how brave you were for taking such a big man like himself.
“I’ll take you home in the morning,” he mumbled as he started to fall asleep. As much as you wanted to run away, you knew that it wouldn’t be right. At least you had this one night to remember being free.
***
The next morning, as the two of you got dressed, Arthur kept sighing. You finally had to ask why.
“It ain’t right, ya know? If you don’t wanna marry him, why should you?”
You smiled. When you woke up this morning, you were already thinking of standing up to your parents and telling them what you thought. It had occurred to you that you had not said outright that you didn’t want to marry that man. Maybe they’d listen. Maybe they wouldn’t. But at least you could say that you took a stand and finally said your truest words. You told Arthur as much.
“That’s good,” he said after listening to your decision. “Stand up for what you want. It’s your life.”
You and he left the hotel, got onto his horse, and took the road back to your estate, after you told him roughly where it was. When you saw the familiar gates get close, Arthur slowed his horse.
“I can’t take you much further. Folk like me don’t belong in a place like this.”
He helped you off the horse and walked you up to the gate. You stared down the road, then back at Arthur.
“Thank you,” you said, getting up on your tip-toes to kiss him on the cheek. “I’ll never forget you.”
Arthur just smiled shyly. It was a good look on him. “Take care of yerself,” he said as he gave you a hug.
You smiled and nodded as you squeezed his arm one last time before walking down the path to your house. You looked back, and he gave you a two-fingered wave before getting back on his horse and riding away.
As you walked down the path, steeling yourself for your confrontation with your folks, you reached into your pockets and was surprised to find a piece of paper shoved in one of them. You pulled it out and read it, surprised by the flowing script.
My little angel,
If you ever want more, write a letter to Tacitus Kilgore and ask for some refreshment. I’ll come find you.
-A.M.
You grinned and felt hope blossom in your chest.
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End Notes: So “fallen angel” was a term used for ladies of the night in the Old West. (Source: https://www.legendsofamerica.com/we-paintedlady/) Therefore, calling Reader “little angel” is sort of a reference to that, but also that she’s smaller than Arthur.
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Sgdhbdjfkl ignore if u want but I love the idea of newt leaving inappropriate sticky note messages on Hermanns desk, and Hermann scrambling to hide them before someone sees
I LOVE IT TOO.....im writing this if you dont mind....i have a 15 pg paper to write that i really do not want to write. sfw up until like....the end....nothing happens besides kissin, only alluded to in note form, but....
It starts innocuously enough. Inconsequential, even. Newton is called away last-minute from the Shatterdome to see to outside business (confusion over sample shipments, a mix-up in addresses, somehow) and, in lieu of an email or text, Newton leaves Hermann a small sticky-note on his chalkboard explaining that he’ll be out for the day and Hermann should not expect him.
See you at dinner, he ends it. ❤ Newt
The small heart makes Hermann’s heart thud oddly in his chest; he finds an ancient lidless tea-tin jumbled in with Newton’s snacks and ramen packets in their small kitchenette, disposes of the single remaining teabag, and hides the note in the tin (and then the tin in his desk) for reasons he can’t quite bring himself to admit to.
(❤ Newt. Hermann likes the look of that heart.)
Newton continues leaving notes, and Herman’s hoard grows over the next few months: getting takeout at that place you like bringing you back dumplings ❤ newt, borrowed your coat will return it! ❤ newt, mess hall at 4? in deployment bay rn ❤ newt. All equally innocuous. All equally unimportant. But only the ones that end with that little scribbled heart, not the -newts, not the -ns, not the tiny doodled lizard in glasses and a tie. Only ❤.
“Can I borrow a pen?” Newt asks one day, shaking and frowning at his own. “Mine’s dead.”
It’s paperwork day, specifically supply request day--Hermann’s filling out forms for the usual (chalk, instant coffee, graph paper), Newton’s trying his (poor) luck at an espresso machine and a toaster oven once more--so Hermann is mildly distracted when he grunts out his consent. “Desk.”
Newton crouches down next to him and selects a drawer at random; Hermann realizes his mistake a moment too late when Newton suddenly whistles and says “Dude.”
He’s holding out the tea tin. Hermann’s folded all of Newton’s notes, but even without Newton’s handwriting being visible, there’s no mistaking what they are: Newton’s personal use sticky notes are lime green and shaped like small dinosaurs. Hermann drops his pen and makes a grab for the tin, blanching horribly, but Newton dodges him and brandishes one of the notes in his face. ❤ Newt. “Dude!” Newton repeats. “You saved all these?”
“Er,” Hermann says. His face burns
“Why?” Newton says. He’s started picking through them. He’s sure to notice soon, that Hermann’s only saved the ones bearing Newton’s--well--love sounds pathetic. Affection, maybe. “They’re just...” He shrugs and grins at Hermann, a little bewildered.
“Give them back,” Hermann says, desperation obvious, and swiping for them again unsuccessfully. “Newton, please, give them back to me now.”
Newton’s finished going through them all. He stares up at Hermann, expression unreadable. His grin’s faded. “Hermann,” he says, the last one he’d posted up--will clean dirty dishes tomorrow dw!!!!! ❤ newt--clenched tight in his fist. “These--do you--?”
(You’re the one who signed the bloody hearts in the first place, Hermann wants to say.) He opens his mouth to speak. To think of some excuse.
Newton pulls him down by the lapels of his blazer and kisses him.
The notes migrate to other places in the lab, after that, become far more personal. your hair is getting long, Newton sticks in a container of chalk, it’s really cute. i like that sweater on his mug. let me take you out on friday? 9? on more paperwork. One afternoon, just a doodle of them kissing stuck to the tray of lunch Newton leaves on his desk. Newton drops the ❤ newt, but Hermann stashes them all in the little tin anyway. (Newton watches from afar with a sweet, dopey smile on his face each time, one Hermann’s certain he doesn’t know Hermann can see.)
Then they get less innocuous.
stop by my room later ;)))) posted to the uppermost part of the chalkboard. Graphic descriptions of just how much Newton enjoyed himself during their (wildly successfully) liaison the morning after. An appreciative comment on how Hermann’s trousers cling to his front today, exactly what Newton is fantasizing about at any given moment (dropping to his knees in front of the chalkboard, criminally misusing the emergency shower, spreading himself out over Hermann’s desk, spreading Hermann out over Hermann’s desk, exactly how he’d like to take Hermann apart with his tongue and two single fingers), a list of suggestions for what Hermann can do with Newton’s tie, speculations as to whether or not anyone’s seen Newton’s latest hickeys/limp/bruises and has discerned exactly what he and Hermann get up to after hours (everyone would be so jealous if they knew what a beast you are in the sack). Today’s is particularly graphic, and pasted dead-center on his desk, too: when we’re finished today i’m going to ride you and then flip you over and--
“Dr. Gottlieb?” a j-tech says, and Hermann snaps straight up.
“Yes?” he says, hoping his blush isn’t too obvious.
The j-tech had been lingering in the doorway for God-knows how long, but now he hurries forward, a clipboard in hand. “I was hoping you could look over some of these stats for us,” he says, and Hermann pushes his glasses up and nods, red-faced and flustered. An hour until he can go home to Newton--who’s left the lab suspiciously early--and Newton can make good on his promises. An hour, an hour--he’s scanning through the sheets, half-distracted by thoughts of Newton (what is Newton doing now? readying himself for Hermann? showering? undressing? touching himself impatiently, thinking of Hermann, waiting for Hermann, breathing out Hermann’s name softly, sweetly into his pillow), when he realizes he’s forgotten to cover up Newton’s note. One single glance to the left, and the j-tech is suddenly privy to Hermann’s entire, newly discovered, sex life.
Put simply: Hermann panics.
“I’m--er--very sorry about the mess,” Hermann says, once he finishes mopping up what he can from the poor charts with his handkerchief. He supposes he could’ve just slid his elbow over and covered up the note, but in the heat of the moment, upending an ancient and stagnant mug of coffee across his desk seemed like the most reasonable course of action. (The note is entirely unreadable now, as are most of the data the j-tech wanted his opinion on.) “Truly. Er. Muscle spasms. Very hard to control. Had them since--childhood.”
“Uh. No sweat, Doctor,” the j-tech says, taking back the soaked papers with a look of mild disgust. “I’ll just...reprint them and come back later?”
“Lovely,” Hermann says, and gives the man a curt nod. He fumbles around for his cane. “I’ll be going now. Please excuse me. I have--business to attend to.”
He hightails it out of there, but not fast enough to miss the j-tech call “Tell Dr. Geiszler I say hi!” after him, to Hermann’s sheer and utter mortification.
Newton’s on him the moment Hermann falls into his bed, though he’s tragically in pajamas and not nude as Hermann’d been hoping. (Nevertheless, in spite of the fabric barriers, Hermann wraps fingers around Newton’s pleasing rear-end and love handles anyway.) “Did you like my note?” Newton says in his ear, between teasing, biting kisses to his neck.
“You have a way with words,” Hermann says.
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*smiles widely when i see u, hugging u back* james! hi my darling… ‘m just happy you have food! *eats with u and smiles at u, squeezing ur hand, then hugs u once we’re finished, blushing deeply* i love you so much jamie… gonna miss you… am thinking of you… *blushes at ur kisses, then kisses u back passionately, giggling against ur lips, biting my lip* i love you… *pecks ur lips back, blushing as i walk away*
message to jamie: my hot fiancé !!!!! :))) hehe :) u look very handsome !!!
voice message to jamie: hi baby… i miss you… *giggles* sleeping naked? that’s okay baby… and thank you, i’ll change into those… and whatever makes you comfortable! *giggles* i really miss you too… *snorts* mmm yeah… sorry about the massage… *giggles* mmm… i can’t wait to give you the real deal… and play with you again… and that kiss was amazing jamie… was little embarrassed when i was walking back to my desk… everyone was staring at me *giggles* but it’s okay, i think i like showing off our love… how much we love each other, you know? *giggles* i couldn’t even tell you weren’t showered baby… i just wanted to see you! you could’ve been covered in dirt and i would’ve still kissed you! *giggles* oh and i loveeee the picture jamie! am saving it *chuckles* the burritos were good baby! you provided the love by bringing them to me so i could see you and hug you and kiss you baby! ‘m so excited to cuddle with you baby… don’t need to apologize about being clingy at all… i will not be nudging you at all… i’m gonna cling right onto you baby… *giggles and trails off* sharon huh? interesting… she’s great jamie… but… ‘m the one who gets to have you… *giggles* you’re mine! and ‘m not sharing you… *pauses* ‘m blushing… *giggles* just thinking about kissing you… cuddling…. you making me all… squirmy n shy n giggly *chuckles* god i love you… i just wanna make you feel good too james… i’ll give you kissies whenever you want… whatever feels good…. our hands on each other… bodies pressed up close… *giggles* god… *chuckles* anyways the point is… i love you and i miss you too… *giggles* we’ll have pillow talk again… and fun times… and i’ll kiss your pouty face…. and i’ll hold your hand… can’t wait to wake up to you… it’s gonna be good jamie… i love you james… i really love you… i love you….
*comes back, changing into the clothes u left for me, snuggling as close as i can to u, holding ur hand, kissing ur bare chest, rubbing ur sides and back as i fall asleep*
*wakes up later, listening to your voice message, then starts gently kissing all over your face, getting a text, sighing and gently shakes you awake, smiling when your eyes open, speaking softly* hi baby…I have to go…I’ll drop you food off at work okay? I love you…*kisses your nose then pecks your lips, getting up, changing, coming back to bed to kiss your head before leaving*
*goes to the lab, holding an ice pack to my eye and a takeout box in the other hand* got you some pasta baby…from that fancy Italian place…I can’t stay but let me know how this is okay? *pulls you in for a hug, hugging you tightly, not letting go for a bit, kissing your cheek then kisses you gently* I love you…*pecks your lips again before leaving*
message to kitten: *sends a mirror selfie, my hair a bit messy, a towel around my waist* Just showered. Needed my shower buddy. Send me a picture back baby? I miss you. I love you.
voice message to kitten: hey honey, hope you’re all good…I miss you…really fuckin’ miss you. ‘M sorry I couldn’t eat with you baby…had to go to the debrief about the mission. ‘M okay by the way…’m bruised but ‘m all intact babydoll *chuckles* hope you liked the picture I sent you…and it was nice to see you when I brought you food…I can tell you were tired though baby…’m off tomorrow…you are too so we can have a relaxin’ time together yeah? Give you all those kisses I’ve been tellin’ you about? *chuckles* I will, I promise. Was nice to kiss you earlier baby…I wanted to keep huggin’ and kissin’ you but…would’ve been yelled at if I didn’t get to the meetin’ in time…*sighs softly, staying quiet for a bit* I stayed at the compound…’m too tired to drive back home…I trained for a bit after the meetin’…’m still fuckin’ thinkin’ about your massage sample *chuckles* your hands are…one of my weaknesses…I need your full on massage baby…I’ll give you one in return too…anywhere you’d like *snorts* I miss…touchin’ you too…I fell asleep in the trainin’ room just before and had a…very quick steamy dream about you *snorts* it was uh…it kinda reminded me about that time you got turned on at the gala? We went and fucked in some closet? Was like that…been so busy baby…don’t even have time or energy to take care of myself…have you? *stays quiet for a moment, rustling* ‘m in bed now baby…cuddle however you want? Long as you’re close…close as possible please *chuckles* there’s clothes for you on my desk…think ‘m gonna sleep naked again…also left you a little somethin’…you’ll see when you come back, baby. I love you…I need to give you so many fuckin’ kisses I don’t even know where I’ll start *chuckles* probably with your lips…can’t resist that…I wanna kiss you until our jaws are sore…hold you in bed for hours…take a shower with you…or a bath…feel your hands all over me…I just want to be with my baby…I miss you baby….I love you so much…*sighs softly* come back to bed okay? It’ll be quick since ‘m in the compound…just get here and come into bed…get in my arms or pull me in your arms…I won’t be leavin’…*yawns* I love you so much…I can’t wait to feel you again lovey…you’re my favorite person you know that? I love you so much…I love you…*falls asleep*
*on top of the clothes I set out for you is a single rose*
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I haven’t done a year-end music list in a few years and I miss it. I’m not sure why I stopped publishing a list of my favorite albums and songs of the year, but since I still listen to a ton of music and keep pretty close track of what I’m liking the most, I figured I’d put something together this year.
2018 was a difficult year for me. Don’t get me wrong - there were a lot of great things that happened this year - both professionally and in my personal life. I dove into a bunch of side hustles to supplement my income, and in the process found out that I have a knack for flipping vintage clothes and churning out soul-crushing SEO copy.
I loved hard, took trips, grew closer with friends & coworkers, worked on my mental health harder than ever before, and ended the year with a hole in my life that won’t ever be filled the same way again. I learned a bunch about myself in the process, stuff I hope I can carry over into 2019 and beyond. Stuff that will help me navigate the world, a world that I began the year thinking was a pointless hellscape devoid of anything remotely positive. I hope to start finding the beauty in the details again. I want to focus on the positives and the immense amount of privilege I possess when everything feels bad, and I want to continue to grow. I think 2018 was the start of that.
All along the way, just like every year, I had a constant rotation of new music that I was obsessed with. I tend to gravitate towards songs rather than projects for the most part, and my 2018 soundtrack reflects that. While my Best Of 2018 playlist is nearly 200 songs, I put together a list of the 25 best, with my favorite lyric from each.
P.S. - Here’s a Spotify playlist link for those of you that are into that sort of thing: https://open.spotify.com/user/1220131548/playlist/0gWlj9biKmAHpbFfgWBXz0?si=_AJWbfHoRgi7XtjMeE5VyA
I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed putting it together.
1. Trippie Redd - “I Tried Loving”
You can try, I guarantee the shit won't work
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2. 6 Dogs - “Lonely Kobe”
Tried to save them but who's gonna save me
Running for a minute I've been late lately
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3. Kacey Musgraves - “Butterflies”
Kiss full of color makes me wonder where you've always been
I was hiding in doubt 'til you brought me out of my chrysalis
And I came out new
All because of you
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4. Chance the Rapper - “65th & Ingleside”
I could spare a rib to get my baby back
I just wanna fall asleep where my baby at
So I don't wake up wondering where my baby at
I wonder if we'll make it back
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5. Lil Baby & Gunna - “Close Friends”
Everything was so cool
Lately baby been actin' so rude
I don't know what somebody told you
But I ain't gon' lie, I miss the old you
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6. Lil Tracy - “Heart”
Kissin' on my tattoos, in a Jaguar
Love hurts and I know you have a few scars
Let my love heal you, I just wanna feel you
I wanna know the real you
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7. Ariana Grande - “thank u, next”
I've got so much love
Got so much patience
I've learned from the pain
I turned out amazing
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8. Wicca Phase Springs Eternal - “Spider Web” feat. Clams Casino & Fish Narc
I try to find the path that's back to her
And take myself to where I can be with her
How can I say I'm not attached to her
But I love her and I feel so bad for her
All the time
How can I make life easier?
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9. Soccer Mommy - “Your Dog”
Forehead kisses break my knees and
Leave me crawling back to you
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10. Playboi Carti - “Shoota” feat. Lil Uzi Vert
You know that I'm smoking dope, I'll be high til' next week
Know I had to let her go, 'cause she can't arrest me
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11. Lil Zubin - “Days Are Numbered”
Our days are numbered
So we stay fucked up
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12. Aries - “SAYONARA”
Promise that I will stay out of reach
Far gone, ‘cause the shit still bothers me
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13. Future - “HATE THE REAL ME”
Infatuation turned to love on me
A sober mind wasn't good for me
'Cause I love you way more than this music
That's when shit was brought up and you know I had to lose it
Damn, I almost lost it
Said it was cheaper not to keep her and it's killing me
'Cause damn, I hate the real me
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14. convolk - “i fucked up”
And all the memories I have
The things I've buried in the past
Moments I cannot get back, still can't forget you (I can't forget you)
And when the tears fell down your face
And all the words I can’t erase
All the highs
I try to chase, still can't forget you
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15. Conor Oberst - “No One Changes”
I don’t wanna to feel so jaded
Getting on a plane to work things out
When I’m alone you’re all I think about
But I’m never alone very long
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16. Juice WRLD - “Wasted” feat. Lil Uzi Vert
My eyes closed, hopin' this ain't make-believe
And she don't know that all her demons live in me, yeah
I don't know, I don't know
Don't know what she been on, I don't know
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17. Fantasy Camp - “Heart Is On The Floor”
But I want you to know
That my love was true
And I'm doing my best in hopes that I could be happy too
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18. Swearin’ - “Anyway”
You are angry at me
And I get it you have every right to be
I broke a promise
But see unconditional love only exists in movies
Your love for me was a remedy
A bright white light you followed idly
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19. Lil Peep - “Runaway”
I run away from my problems
I do the drugs when I want 'em
I ran away from my momma
Don't bother me with no drama
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20. Travis Scott - “SICKO MODE” feat. Drake
Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin' fruits
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21. boygenius - “Me & My Dog”
I wanna be emaciated
I wanna hear one song without thinking of you
I wish I was on a spaceship
Just me and my dog and an impossible view
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22. Hanzo - “Frozen”
I’m not alright
I’m frozen, I’m gettin’ colder
Ice on me, like it’s snowin’
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23. The 1975 - “Inside Your Mind”
I've been watching you walk
I've been learning the way that you talk
The back of your head is at the front of my mind
Soon I'll crack it open just to see what's inside your mind
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24. Mitski - “Why Didn’t You Stop Me?”
I know that I ended it, but
Why won't you chase after me?
You know me better than I do
So why didn’t you stop me?
Why didn’t you stop me?
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25. Snail Mail - “Pristine”
And if you do find someone better
I'll still see you in everything
Tomorrow and all the time
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#trippie redd#conor oberst#lil baby#gunna#snail mail#mitski#convolk#juice wrld#lil uzi vert#lil tracy#lil peep
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