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Being Bold || S. Jarvis

Author: Sydney / @sydnikov

Pairing: Seth Jarvis / fem!Reader

Word Count: 7.4k

Summary: Seth has a crush on you. A bad one, and he makes it very obvious throughout the years he’s known you, though you’ve still never taken him seriously because of his immaturity and energetic personality. Much to his chagrin, you keep denying him—until one night, scorned by thoughts of your most recent ex who never knew how to touch you right, you give in to Seth’s advances.

Warnings: 18+ smut, unprotected p in v (birth control usage), oral (f receiving), very slight age gap (reader is 2 years older), alcohol mention, alcoholic consumption, minor mention of violence including blood, cursing

A/N: Wow. This one is something (it’s just smut with a small bit of plot don’t mind my dramatics). Here’s the jarvy debauchery as promised ✨ until the next, thanks for the support as always!

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You’ve only seen Seth Jarvis as a kid.

Well, maybe ‘kid’ is too strong of a word to describe the immaturity gap. You’re only two years older than him, but it’s just that how he acts gives you the impression of a boy.

Not a man, but a boy. And it drives Seth absolutely insane.

He first meets you the year he joins the Hurricanes because you’re friends with the social media director (he later finds out you’re close to Lottie, Jesperi’s girlfriend, as well). He remembers the night vividly, what you were wearing, how soft your hand felt against the calluses on his own. How you looked at him, amusement and softness in the smile you flashed him.

Seth was smitten. Still is, actually, because you’re around more than ever. He sees you everywhere. After games, and even just around Raleigh because you live in the area.

He tries asking you out. Numerous times, but much to his chagrin you always turn him down.

“We just met, Seth.” A week after you first shake his hand.

“Don’t you have a girlfriend?” Well, he did. But, in his defense, he’d just broken up with her after he moved.

“I’m too old for you.” That one hurt, because that’s when he finds out you’re only two years older.

Seth is nothing if not persistent, though. He doesn’t give up even after all the rejections. He’s also pretty sure your reluctance is because you think he’s never touched a woman in his life.

Presumptuous, right? Andrei thinks so when Seth tells him after playing Call of Duty for several hours, but he recounts a conversation you had with Lottie (he still owes her and Jesperi a drink for that, actually) after Seth begged her to slide a good word in.

“You’re not into the mustache?” Lottie had giggled, taking a sip of her martini.

You were drinking a whiskey sour, which he knows because he bought it for you but had Lottie say it was from her. Your face burned red, either because of the alcohol or the question, he doesn’t know.

“No, no,” You laughed. “I like mustaches. And a nice stubble. They feel good on the thighs.”

“So what’s the problem? He’s in love with you, basically.”

“Isn’t he, like, I don’t know… Nineteen?” You had drawled, faking indifference while mixing around the olive in your drink with the little straw it came with.

“He’s twenty-two, babe.” She smirked. “Only two years younger.”

Lottie says she thinks you’re just wary of his immaturity. When he tries defending himself, Jesperi reminds him that he scored a goal the other night, pointed at you behind the glass where you sat with Lottie, and then proceeded to griddy.

Word on the street is that you weren’t impressed.

Nonetheless, Seth can’t change his personality for you, as much as he considers it. He thinks the sun rises and sets on you, but if you truly think you’re too good for him then he does have enough self respect to walk away and get over it.

But… He just doesn’t think that’s the case, here. You only seem reluctant—that’s it.

“You can’t force her to sleep with you, Jarvy.” Andrei tells him, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“I know.” He groans, his chin falling into his hand. “What do I do, then?” And truly, he’s run out of ideas. He’s played silly, nice, gentleman… What else is there left for him to do, other than give up?

Seth thinks of your radiant smile, then groans to himself because fuck. He really doesn’t want to give up.

“Give her space?” Andrei suggests. “Have you tried, just… Going away?” He frowns for a moment, trying to think of the right words in English. “Not ‘going away’—”

“Space? You think she just needs space?”

“Well, not too much space—”

“Svechy you're a genius.” Seth interrupts, jumping out of his seat with renown vigor. “I’ll buy you a drink for this, remind me!” And then he’s springing up from the couch, grabbing his keys and sprinting out the front door.

Andrei blinks. Once, twice, then shakes his head with a laugh. He feels like he should warn you, then promptly decides this is not something he wants to get in the middle of.

Seth takes his teammate’s advice to heart, and gives you the space he thinks you need to process his zealous pursuit of you. He can tell it catches you off guard because he’s stopped following you around like a lost puppy, along with all of the antics normally associated with his creative flirting.

In fact, it’s such a sudden change from what you’re used to that it freaks you out. Hurts a little bit, too, because did he just wake up one day disgusted by the thought of you?

You tell yourself you’re disturbed because you miss the attention. It’s been a while since you’ve had a guy foam at the mouth for you, after all, so now that it’s gone you’re just going through withdrawals.

It’s more than that, though, and you won’t admit it to yourself but when you spy him chatting it up with other girls your stomach twists in a way that you know screams trouble.

Maybe it’s because you just ended things with your latest boyfriend - a bore of a man who couldn’t make time for you outside of his work - and the vulnerability of being alone yet again is getting to you.

Is Seth really so bad? You think about him sometimes, when you’re alone in your apartment or even right in front of him. You’ve always had a soft spot for him, sure, but nothing more than friendly affection.

You’re questioning this now, when his attention is no longer being directed at you, because you distinctly remember him getting into a fight with some other player on the ice, and that’s the first time you remember thinking man and not boy.

The team it was against escapes you, but you remember someone getting in Sebastian’s space with a raised arm, and then Seth came flying in with a fist to the opposing player’s face and a lot of colorful words. Your jaw had dropped as the referees tore them apart, his hair dripping with sweat and a cut welling with blood dripping down his forehead.

The moment forces you to think that maybe altogether, his energetic personality, a smile that never leaves his face, and the unwavering loyalty for his friends combined isn’t such a bad thing after all. The revelation leaves you shaking and feeling quite awkward when he’s around, or even just being brought up.

“Do you miss Scott?” Lottie asks you one day when you’re out for lunch at Perry’s - a steakhouse near her apartment in North Hills - referring to your aforementioned ex-boyfriend. Even his name is boring.

You laugh a little, unable to not roll your eyes though your ire isn’t directed at her. “No. I knew it wasn’t going to last when I got into it, anyways.”

“It’s been about two weeks since you broke up with him.” She says, a statement rather than a question. The look on her face tells you she’s trying to go somewhere with this. “Has anyone caught your eye lately? You’re too pretty to be single, you know.”

It’s obvious that Lottie is trying to ask if you’ve reconsidered Seth at all. It’s been the talk of your whole friend group, including the guys, that he’s suddenly stopped in his bold pursuit of you, though none of them think it’s because he’s lost interest.

“I don’t know.” You whine, begrudgingly stabbing a piece of potato with your fork. “I mean, he’s… Seth.”

“Seth, who has spent his entire time on the Hurricanes trying to win you over?” She says with a raised brow. “Just because he’s had his fun doesn’t mean he’s a bad guy.”

You don’t have a response to that, so instead you just nod. She is right, as much as you hate to admit it. Seth is a successful professional hockey player in his prime, of course he’s been with his fair share of women and will continue to do so as long as he’s single.

If that was your case you’d certainly be having fun, too.

“If his casualness towards dating really bothers you, you should just talk to him.” Lottie says after a moment. “He’s dying for you to speak to him, I swear it.”

You concede. “I’ll talk to him the next time I see him.”

Fortunately for you, that ‘next time’ doesn’t happen for quite a few more weeks, and when you do finally run into him again it’s when you’re slightly tipsy, drinking at a bar near to PNC Arena after the boys have won a game.

You don’t even take note of his presence at first, in the middle of gossiping with some of your friends who just so happen to know the players.

The gossip? Your ex-boyfriend, Scott, and his inability to make you come.

“I mean, he wasn’t bad or anything.” You say. “He had all the knowledge and stuff, just, like, couldn’t do anything. Y’know?” You’re slurring your words a little bit, but everyone around you nods like you’re making some big, important speech.

“So did you have to fake it?” Someone asks. You can’t even remember how Scott was brought up in the first place.

You giggle; you can’t help it. “Oh my god, yes, sometimes it was so bad I had to say I was cramping just to get him to stop trying.” That sends everyone into boisterous laughter, and in your slight drunkenness you can’t help but join in.

The song changes then, and it must be one everyone knows because it scatters you and the rest of the girls into smaller groups, some running to the dance floor while others wander back to the bar. You stay seated, however, content to watch as you sip your drink.

“Whiskey sour?” That’s when Seth makes his presence known. His voice murmured in your ear catches you off guard, and you jump a little as you turn to face him. “Seth.” You greet, not unkindly. “Yeah, but it’s only my second.”

Just as soon as he appeared, he’s jumping back up from his seat next to you. “I’ll get you a third.” You don’t have time to protest as he disappears, and your affection for this rambunctious man only continues to grow as he bounds back moments later, sliding you your drink with a smug grin.

“Thank you.” You smile, a little shy, a little bashful, as you take your first sip. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Anything for my girl.” Ah, there it is. You’re unable to hide the obvious roll of your eyes, but Seth’s smile doesn’t waver. “Not your girl, Seth. Just got out of a relationship, remember?”

“Oh, yeah.” He says. “Scott, right? Sounds like that was doomed from the start.”

You narrow your eyes, unsure of the knowing tone he’s taken on. “And how would you know?”

“He couldn’t make you come, yeah? What a tool.”

Suddenly, your throat is very dry, and you’re taking a very large sip of whiskey that has you wincing. So… He heard you say that, then. Is it hot in here? You have the sudden urge to fan yourself. Fuck fuck fuck. Seth, of all people, should not be making your thighs clench.

You don’t realize how silent you’ve gotten until he speaks up again. “I could make you, you know.”

That has you choking, and you quickly throw back the rest of your drink to soothe your throat. “What?” When you finally meet Seth’s eyes, he’s still grinning at you, though it’s more carnal. His eyes darken as he responds.

“Come. I could get you to come so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk the next day.”

Your reply is meek, knowing deep down inside you’re fighting a losing battle. “Have you even touched a girl before?” He scoffs, and you know as well as he does that he’s been with his fair share of women. It’s one of the reasons you’re so hesitant to take him seriously.

Seth is undeterred, though, as he slides even closer to you. You stare straight ahead, determined not to meet his eyes even though you’re positive there’s a red flush creeping up your neck as his breath tickles your ear.

He says your name, a low purr that’s almost mocking like he can see right through your bullshit because finally, he’s breaking through to you. “You know I have. None of them are you, though.”

You squirm in your seat as his hand creeps up your shoulders, grasping the back of your neck as he gently turns your head to face him. He squeezes reassuringly, and now you’re melting into his embrace as a gasp falls from your lips.

“I want you. You know that, baby.”

“Seth…”

“Let me show you, please?” Then those warm eyes are bearing into your own, and now you’re getting a glimpse of the boy you first met all over again. This time, though, instead of feeling innocent affection all you feel now is heat.

You were stupid to think the adoration he never hesitates to show for you wouldn’t win you over eventually.

Blinking owlishly, you move one of your hands to grip his arm, looking so dainty against the rugged muscle under his skin, and, well. You cave.

“Okay.”

Seth doesn’t expect you to give in so easily. He freezes, doesn’t move until you gain your wits back and pinch his thigh with a gentle roll of your eyes. “Are you just going to sit there or should I find someone else to entertain me?”

That gets him moving. It’s his turn to look anxious as he runs a hand through his hair, still processing the fact that he didn’t have to convince you more. He wasn’t actually expecting to get this far with you—quite literally, the woman of his dreams.

“Shit, okay.” He laughs, jumping out of his seat and lacing his fingers with yours. “You’re serious, then.”

“Somehow.” You deadpan. Somehow your legs are still clenching and your heart is beating a little too fast to be normal. “Don’t fuck it up.”

He looks to you, a little terrified, and you can’t help but break the irritated front and send him a small smile, squeezing his hand reassuringly even as your words are all snark. Truthfully, you’re also scared, but not of the sex, but rather the developing feelings that might grow deeper afterwards.

You just got out of yet another disappointing relationship. You don’t want whatever this is with Seth to end with the same result.

He does a good job of distracting you from your destructive thoughts, though, as he pulls you out of the bar like two teenagers trying to sneak away from their parents. You suppose it’s not unlike that same feeling because Jesperi catches your eye as you exit the doors, and he sends you such a shit-eating grin it has you ducking your head to avoid his obnoxious stare.

You suppose you do owe him a favor now after all.

For the first time ever, standing outside in the biting cold, Seth kisses you as you’re waiting for an Uber. You being busy trying to look like you’re not about to go hook up, he suddenly grabs you by the waist and smooths his lips against yours so good your toes curl.

“Fuck.” He murmurs into your mouth. “I can’t get enough of you.” His teeth catch your bottom lip, and you unabashedly moan. You run your hands up his chest, around his shoulders, and to the back of his neck where you card your fingers through thick strands of hair, tugging from the roots.

“Seth…” You gasp when he detaches his lips from your own only for him to smooth down your jawline, then down to your neck where he sucks wet kisses into your sensitive skin. “Fuck, we’re in public.” With a hiss, you pull him away from your neck and pointedly ignore the wetness in your panties when he groans at the loss of contact.

He looks at you like a baby getting its favorite toy taken away, and you can’t ignore how his desperation turns you on wildly. It takes everything in you to not let him go back to feasting on your neck.

“When’s the Uber getting here?” You ask after a moment. You’re both panting, tipsy from the taste of each other’s lips as you try to catch your breath.

Seth pulls out his phone, and as you admire the way the light illuminates his face you completely miss the words coming from his mouth.

You flush. “Say that again?” Seth grins wickedly, brings you in by the back of your neck and kisses you, then pulls away too soon for your liking. “The Uber. It’s right here.” He then wraps an arm around your waist, digging his fingers deliciously into your skin, and leads you into the Uber as it arrives right on time.

He rattles off his address to the driver, then settles back into the seats. His arm snakes around your shoulders, and you hum your appreciation as you sink into his chest. You feel him kiss the top of your head in response.

You could fall asleep, if you really wanted to. The sudden switch in mood from carnal desperation to gentle affection would give you whiplash if you weren’t so at ease resting against him like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

The drive passes fairly quickly, and Seth doesn’t stop touching you as you make your way up the elevator to his apartment. His hand sneaks to your ass, giving it a squeeze before you slap his arm away.

“Cameras!” You hiss, though it’s with little mirth as a small smile curves up your lips. Seth merely laughs, slides his hand back down to rest on your lower back. “They don’t care. Now c’mere.”

You make out until you can’t breathe, and as you pull away it’s just in time as the elevator doors open. Your heart rate picks up, and you hide your nerves as he grabs your hand and practically sprints out of the elevator with you.

“We have all night, you know.” You giggle, absentmindedly rubbing your thumb over the top of his hand. Seth groans playfully, but his words strike you as serious even as he masks it with a grin.

“Not long enough, babe.”

You don’t respond, partly because you don’t know how to and partly because he’s just unlocked his door, and you’re too busy taking in his apartment. You’ve been to Andrei’s house numerous times, Jesperi and Lottie's apartment, Jordan’s for his famous house parties… It’s just now that you’re realizing you don’t actually know Seth all that well.

What you do know, though, is that he’s eyeing you like he can’t wait to devour you, and the reminder that you don’t even know his favorite color exits your mind as you sidle up to his chest, grabbing him by the lapels of his suit to drag his lips down to yours.

“Time to impress me, lover boy.” You hum into his mouth, fighting a shiver when he nips at your bottom lip. Seth chuckles, one of his hands sliding down your back to squeeze your ass, the other tugging your hair back to expose your neck.

He kisses your cheek once, twice, mouths at your collarbone with teasing bites that have your eyes fluttering shut, and then it’s like he loses patience as suddenly his hands are picking you up by your thighs and curling your legs around his waist.

You squeak in surprise. “Seth!” You admonish, because of course it turns you on that he’s able to throw you around effortlessly. He seems to have that effect on you.

Seth maneuvers the two of you through his darkened apartment with ease, knowing the route to his bedroom like the back of his hand. Your attempts at distracting him include sucking a bright red hickey on his neck, fully intending it for it to be bright enough that his teammates give him hell for it the next day.

Once he pushes open the door with his foot, he brings you to the foot of his bed and unceremoniously drops you. You scoff with indignation at his manhandling, though you know he knows you like it if the smirk on his face is anything to go by.

A tiger stalking its prey, Seth crawls on top of you and meets your eager lips in another kiss. His hands smooth down the curves of your hips to your thighs, slowly spreading them open. He mumbles something, and you miss it completely.

“Hm?” You run your hands through his hair, enjoying the way the black strands are moussed from your touch. Your shirt is also already halfway up your torso as he helps you tear it off. “I said I’ll wear your marks proudly. My girl.” He coos, flicking open the clasp of your bra and immediately moving down to your chest.

“Fuck.” He groans. “They’re beautiful. You’re beautiful.” Your laugh quickly turns to a gasp as he sucks your right nipple into his mouth.

Your other nipple is taken by his fore-finger and thumb, rolling the sensitive nub between the calloused pads. Between him sucking on one tit and playing with the other, you’re practically a whimpering mess, trying to simultaneously wiggle out of his grip yet get closer at the same time.

“Seth,” You whine. “I need you.” You’re admitting it openly, foregoing coyness in favor of your own pleasure. Yeah, so what? You like this overgrown puppy of a man, and you really want to fuck him. Pulling his head back by his hair, you eagerly slam your lips back together.

“Need me?” He grins against your lips. “Where do you need me? Gotta be specific, babe, because I can be here,” He emphasizes a quick squeeze to your tit. “Here,” The other hand smooths over your ass. “Or here...” He trails off into a low rumble, parting your eager thighs.

Based on the tortured groan he lets out, you assume he can probably feel the wetness that’s soaked through your jeans. You’re too turned on to be embarrassed, though.

“Damn it, Seth, just touch me.” You hiss, keeping his hand pressed between your thighs while the other is already working open the button of your jeans. “Fucking tease.” You mutter, though it’s light-hearted and he knows it based on his snicker.

He helps you peel off the rest of your jeans, throwing them somewhere behind you. It’ll be fun trying to hunt for those in the morning. When he sees the dainty white lace covering your pussy, he lets out his most needy sound yet.

“Shit.” He breathes. “Wore these for me? So pretty. My pretty baby.” He murmurs as he thumbs the lace, running two fingers over the soaked fabric. If you could see, you’d guarantee his pupils are blown wide.

Your hips rise at the friction, wanting more. And because you’re still hellbent on resisting him, apparently, you roll your eyes, spitting out your next words. “You knew I was coming home with you, didn’t you? Asshole.” Though your words are all snark, your tone screams laughter.

Strangely enough, the banter gets you off more than any dirty talk in the world. It’s familiar, relaxing, and Seth clearly doesn’t mind either as he merely chuckles. “I just know you that well, don't I?” The look on his face offers no room for argument.

And, well, you suppose he isn’t wrong. You are here in his bed at the end of the day, right?

You grumble something that to his ears sounds like ‘shut up’ and then you’re sliding your panties down your thighs, letting him take care of the rest as, like your other clothes, he tosses them somewhere behind him.

If you thought the sight of your covered pussy would get the best reaction from him, it’s nothing compared to the way his entire body freezes at seeing it bare.

You’d had a feeling something big was going to happen after Lottie's sly words, so you took the liberty of shaving everywhere just two nights before. You’re glad for that, as Seth is looking at the heat between your legs like he doesn’t know where to start.

Teasing him in a normal setting about not knowing how to touch a woman is one thing, but making a remark now as anxious anticipation is all over his face just feels wrong.

You do like him, after all—quite a bit, you’re coming to find.

Reaching out your hand, you wait for him to grasp it before you pull him down to hover over your awaiting form. “C’mere, baby.” The pet-name slips without thought, but you can’t make yourself regret it because the way his face lights up is a look you won’t forget any time soon.

He laughs a little as your eyes finally meet, like he can’t believe he’s actually about to fuck you and you’re going to let him. “Tell me how to touch you?” He asks, not a demand but more of a request.

Taking his right hand, you lead him down the length of your body, over your breasts and down your stomach until your hands are resting just below your navel. “You know how to find the clit?” You tease, partly joking and partly serious.

Seth scoffs like the very thought offends him, and the mild dig does its job of making him forget his earlier nervousness.

“Of course I know where the fucking clit is,” He replies, pointer and middle finger already sliding down and gathering the slickness lathered in your lower lips. “Scott is such a dumbass.”

Well, it seems the familiar, cocky Seth is back now.

“...didn’t even realize what a bombshell he had right in front of him.” You miss the first part of his sentence because he did, in fact, find your clit, and unlike your ex, knows exactly how to touch it.

Your mouth opens into an ‘o’, and Seth hums a pleased noise as his fingers work your sensitive clit into a swollen, throbbing mess. Your hips move in time with the flicks of his fingers and you don’t even realize you’re panting until Seth leans forward and licks a stripe all the way from your navel down to your soaked opening.

When you start bucking into his mouth, he grabs your hips and holds them down to the bed, forcing you to take it. You whine, hands finding purchase in his hair as his tongue laps at you like you’re his favorite meal. He dips into your entrance in time with the quick circles he’s drawing over your clit, and oh, suddenly you’re much closer than you thought.

“Tastes so good.” You hear him grunt. “Can’t get enough of you.”

“Seth,” Gasping, you can’t decide if you want to keep him close or shove him away. “Shit. Seth, fuck, I’m close.”

“Yeah? Already?” Your confession only seems to reinvigorate his efforts, and the next thing you know two long fingers are sliding their way into your cunt. “Gonna come for me?”

Quicker than you expect he finds the sensitive wall of flesh inside you, and his fingers curl up against it which sends you keening. Loudly. You slap a hand over your mouth, but Seth quickly tears it away.

“Nobody here but me and you.” He grins, and just to rub it in, presses a hot kiss to your clit. “I wanna hear you scream.”

“What a gentleman.” You manage to squeeze out, and in revenge for your snark he immediately sucks your clit between his lips and rapidly curls his fingers inside you.

Seth watches with hooded eyes as your own squeeze shut, teeth biting into your kiss-swollen lips while your hands tug at his hair. Your thighs are shaking on each side of his head, and suddenly he wants you to come for him like his life depends on it.

“You gonna come?” He asks. Your walls clamp around his fingers and he knows you’re close. “Yeah? Can you come for me? I know you want to.”

Your entire body shakes all while he keeps you tethered to the bed. Your mind, though, is floating, and you can practically see white as his lips don’t stop sucking, his fingers don’t stop curling, and it’s too much but also not enough and you want to shove him away yet demand he never stops touching you.

And your high is right there, you can practically taste it, but your body is wound so tight and you can’t remember the last time you’ve let go that you remain stuck right on the edge.

There are tears leaking from the corners of your eyes as you tug at his hair. Seth meets your eyes, looks a little concerned after reading the desperation on your face, and then understands when a broken moan tumbles past your lips.

Seth, a little shit as always, brings you back to the edge with his words alone. “It’s been so long, hasn’t it?” He slips in a third finger. “Bet you haven’t had anyone make you feel like this. Just me. Hopefully always me.”

“Seth,” You croak. “Please.”

“I’ve got you.” He urges. “Let go for me. You’re right there, I know it. You’re so tight, fuck, there you go.”

His mocking words echo in your mind with the low drawl of his voice, dark eyes staring at you like you’re a feast, and his damn fingers curling just right against your spongy wall.

His free hand suddenly moves, presses down over your lower abdomen, and oh. “Such a good girl.” Seth croons as you fall apart.

It’s the last thing you hear as your vision goes white, and the heat in your body explodes with wave after wave of ecstasy pumping from the tips of your toes all the way to the hair on your head. Your eyes squeeze shut, and you’re pretty sure you’re making some sort of strangled noise as you ride your high that seems to go on forever.

By the time you come back, your legs are still shaking and Seth is still gently stroking your inner walls with careful circles around your clit. He's my gazing up at you with pure, unbridled adoration and the emotion in his eyes makes your heart thump.

You don’t even realize your fingers are still tangled in his hair until you have to let go because they’re cramping, and then Seth finally removes his fingers and slowly crawls back up your body.

You’re still catching your breath when he presses a long, soft kiss to your lips. “How was that?” He questions almost shyly. His need for reassurance might have had a past you rolling your eyes, but right now all you want to do is hold him and thank him for making you feel so good.

Especially after Scott. Asshole.

You shudder, clit still throbbing as you wrap your arms around his heavy shoulders and bring his weight down on top of you. His very hard cock brushes against your hip with the movement, and you’re reminded that he hasn’t had any semblance of relief yet.

“Thank you.” You whisper. It’s definitely weird to thank someone after they eat you out, right? Probably, but you don’t really care.

His lips brush against your cheek in response, heart swelling at the gentle vulnerability you’re showing him. He’s planning on running to the bathroom to get you a towel, but freezes when he feels your hands peeling off the suit he totally forgot he was wearing.

“Babe?” He mumbles, a little confusingly, but all you do is kiss him and that shuts him up. He doesn’t break contact even as he shrugs off the rest of his suit, peeling off his undershirt until he’s more than halfway bare. Your hands carve lines over the hard planes of muscle on his chest, scratching lightly with your nails over his nipples which has him flinching into your mouth. Snickering, you make your way down the rest of his chest, past his waist, under his boxers, and then you’re wrapping your hand around his hot, pulsating dick.

Seth groans, almost collapsing on top of you as you squeeze lightly. It’s a dream come true, him touching you and now you touching him. He wants to close his eyes at the feeling of your gentle strokes, but he insists on keeping them open to watch the enraptured look on your face.

Then your other hand moves, unbuttoning his slacks and sliding them over his hips and that’s when he jerks back to the present. “Sweetheart,” He gasps. “You… You don’t have to.”

You smile at his breathlessness. “You don’t want to fuck me?” You pout, though it quickly turns back into a grin when his eyes widen in panic. Another day you’d blow him, when you aren’t so desperate to get him inside you.

Seth briefly removed himself from on top of you to lean over his bed, rifling through his nightstand drawer. You assume he’s looking for a condom and that his efforts fail when he eventually closes the drawer with a curse.

He looks back to you, all messy hair, swollen lips, and glistening eyes. “I don’t have a condom.” He informs regretfully.

“I’m on the pill, if you’re…” You trail off, unsure. “If you’re okay with that. And I’m clean.”

“Hell yes I’m okay with that.” He breathes. His cock hardens even more at the thought of feeling you raw, if even possible. “I’m clean too.” And then he’s kissing you again, long and slow and deep, and you’re happy to let him take the lead as your brain is still trying to play catch-up from your orgasm.

Seth eventually breaks away only to reattach to your neck, nipping at the skin likely already covered in his marks, hands now making their way back down your body. He playfully flicks your nipple as he does so, grins when you flinch upwards.

“Have I told you how much I love your body?” He says in-between kisses, almost like an afterthought. He’s in the middle of spreading your thighs open, fingers slipping through your leftover wetness and brushing your clit when you respond.

You help in his endeavors, raising your legs to curl over his hips as he situates himself on top of you. “You’ve mentioned it a few times, I think.” You reply, breath hitching when his cock presses against you.

“It’s perfect.” He continues, like he didn’t even hear you. “You’re perfect.” He wraps his hand around his dick, guides the head to your entrance and pushes in. All words escape you, and your head falls back with a moan.

He sinks into you with a pleasurable sound of his own, eyes squeezing shut as your warmth envelops him. Sucking in a breath through his teeth, he thrusts slowly into you, bottoming out. “So tight.” He hisses.

“Oh, fuck,” You whimper, digging your nails into his back. Seth stills, thinking he's hurting you. “Shit, am I—”

“Don’t you dare stop.” You quickly interrupt, crying out when his tip rubs against your sensitive inner walls just right. Seth relaxes at your words, a cocky grin spreading over his face. “Sorry, sorry.” He chuckles, picking up the speed of his thrusts.

Like before when his tongue was in you, it doesn’t take you long before noises are escaping your throat uncontrollably or for your legs to tremble from where they’re wrapped around his waist. The sensations are more because you’re already so sensitive, so strung-up, and so eager for another release that you give up any pretenses of trying to play cool.

Your head lolls back onto the bed, all strength leaving your body as Seth happily does all the work on top. Quick, short pants are coming from his mouth, and his chest is heavy where it presses down against yours. With every thrust his pelvis is rocking into your clit, sending sparks up your body as you clench rhythmically around his cock. It’s burning you from the inside-out in the best way possible, and very quickly you’re already approaching the edge.

You try to express your impending release, but all that’s able to come from your mouth is one long moan. Seth, somehow, knows exactly what that noise means, and is suddenly pulling out. “What the fuck?” You practically shout with indignation, glaring at the man on top of you with squinted eyes.

Ever the comedian, he only laughs at your irritation. “Hold on, bear with me.” His hands grab your waist, then rolls you over onto your stomach. He raises your hips, pushing down on your lower back into an arch, and all previous complaints leave you as he’s unable to help himself and runs his hands over your ass.

You’ll think later on why him being unfazed with your attitude makes your heart warm.

“Spread your legs for me.” He murmurs, tapping at the junction between your thighs. You do as he says, and shiver when his fingers go to part your cunt once you’re open. You can’t see his face, but imagine the look on it to be one of enrapturement. You turn your head finally, pressing your hips down onto his hand where it remains touching you.

Your earlier guess was right; his pupils are blown wide, jaw hung open just a little bit at having this view of you from behind. Meeting his eyes, you stare imploringly.

While the sudden need for him scares you, you don’t shy away. Rather, you meet his desires head-on in the form of pushing your hips back against him when he finally pushes in, smothering a whimper as his body looms over yours.

Neither of you talk in favor of letting your pleasure speak for you. The new position feels more intimate, oddly enough; his chest presses onto you from every angle, and you can feel his breath every time he pants into your ear. At the same time his arms are wrapped around your waist, hands kneading at the flesh of your hips while he thrusts into you from behind.

All too soon you’re reaching your peak just like before, and the buildup feels so sweet because he’s hitting you deeper, unrelenting in his thrusts despite how your arms collapse from underneath you. Seth doesn’t flinch, merely picks you back up and presses a hand to your abdomen to keep you there.

With your arms free, you realize that your clit is feeling neglected, and as you sneak your right hand in-between your legs he’s suddenly beating you to it, slapping your own hand away and replacing it with his own.

When it’s all said and done, you don’t think you’ll ever forget the feeling of his fingers circling your sensitive nub so deliciously. Between his dick rutting into your sweet spot mercilessly and the rough pads of fingers stimulating your clit, your eyes are slamming shut with your mouth opening in a silent scream as for the second time that night, Seth is sending you into release.

He carries you through it with noncommittal praise while you’re lost in white noise and starry vision. The sight of you crumbling beneath him sends sparks throughout his body, and it doesn’t take long between the rhythmic clenching of your cunt and the pleasured sounds falling from your lips for him to flood your insides with his cum.

“Oh, fuck—fuck, fuck, fuck.” Seth loses any semblance of restraint of trying to be gentle, as his last thrusts rattle your frame and have you whimpering by the time he’s done releasing, your overstimulated clit throbbing in time with the slow rocks of your calming bodies. “So good. You did so good, yeah?” Seth is rumbling into your ear, voice hoarse and tired as he carefully slides out of you. Eyes still closed, you flinch at your sensitivity. “Sorry, babe.” He whispers, having to regroup for a moment as his softening cock meets cool air after being buried inside you.

You attempt to speak, but the only sound that leaves your mouth is a groan as your aching limbs stretch. You don’t bother opening your eyes yet, either, perfectly content to lay in your post-orgasmic pleasure and not think about the future.

Seth doesn’t let you wallow for long, however, as he’s suddenly leaning over you again. “Can you turn over? I have a towel, it’s warm.” He asks, back to shy and unsure. Now that you’re not caught up in the throes of sex, he’s not quite sure how you’re going to act. “You also need to go pee.”

Your default moods of snarky and mildly irritated is what he gets. “No.” You grumble, though it’s not mean as you bury your head in his pillow, still flat on your stomach. Having no energy to move, you don’t expect Seth to do anything about it, either.

He raises a brow at your sass, not quite sure if he should be relieved or concerned. Huffing, he makes a grab for your hips. “Guess I’m carrying you to the bathroom, then.”

“Seth!” You shriek as he attempts to manhandle you, a burst of energy fueling your efforts in trying to get away. “You little shit, no, fine, fine!” And Seth wins just like that, as you concede the battle and roll from your stomach onto your back. You glare as he leans over your torso, bringing the towel down to clean up the mess in-between your thighs.

His confidence comes back, little by little, as the banter returns naturally and your dynamic doesn’t change despite indulging in your bodies’ most primal desires. “You’ll thank me in the morning.” He grins when he finishes, sliding off the bed to bring it back to the bathroom. You follow, doing your business so quickly you leave before he’s done with his own.

When he comes back you’re in the same position he left you in, like you never left. “So I’m staying the night, then?” You prompt as he goes to sit next to you, a little teasing, a little serious. Where do you stand with him now?

He shrugs, masking his nervousness. “If you want to.” He sinks his teeth into his lip, eyeing you from where he sits. He can’t tell what you’re thinking, and it slightly unnerves him.

Your mysteriousness is also what captivated him about you in the first place too, though. With that, he realizes he wouldn’t have gotten this far if you hadn’t liked him at least a little bit. Taking a deep breath, he takes the bold route, grabs your hand, and does what he does best:

Be bold.

“I want you to stay though, like, really badly.” He admits, meeting your curious eyes. You suck in a breath at his words, and Seth continues. “You know I like you. A lot. And I think you like me too.”

As if knowing he’s waiting for your reassurance, you reply quietly. “A little presumptuous of you, yeah?”

Seth grins, and you can’t help but wonder how you were able to resist it for so long.

“So… You’ll stay?” He tilts his head, reminding you of a puppy. You go to respond, maybe with another sarcastic reply, and he seems to know this even before you do. “Please?”

And, well, you can’t deny him when he’s looking at you like that; soft, brown eyes full of adoration gazing at you like you’ve hung the stars and the moon. “Okay.” You relent, grinning happily as he mouths something like ‘fuck yeah’ and rolls over next to you.

“Do you want to shower?” He suddenly asks, after you’ve already curled underneath his sheets with your body pressed against his. He makes a nice furnace, and you’re mad at yourself for not indulging in him sooner. “Because I have a big one. It has these jets that spray from different angles, and you can go alone or I can join or—”

“Seth.” You interrupt, poking his chest to get his attention. He gulps at the amused expression on your face. “Stop talking.”

“Okay.”

It’s silent for several minutes, and you’re almost asleep until he speaks up again.

“Can I be your boyfriend now?”

“Oh my god.” You hiss. “If I say yes will you let me go to sleep?”

You can’t see his face but you know for a fact there’s a stupid grin on it. “You know, I think you’re gonna fall in love with me one day.”

“Keep dreaming, babe.” You say.

But you both know he won’t be dreaming for long.

A/N: I like this one a lot tbh. But my lord I didn't realize how repetitive writing smut is so I need to have at least a little plot established before I can just jump into it 😭 regardless, I hope this is everything y’all wanted in terms of me writing for him and more! Please be sure to reblog and comment, thank youuuuu

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— JOTARO KUJO X FEM READER SMUT IMAGINE

— MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI 18+ ONLY

— SUMMARY: It's the middle of summer in a heat wave, and while you and Jotaro are trying to cool off, Jotaro seems to have other plans to raise the heat instead.

— WC: 3.0k

— WARNINGS: Temperature play, ice play, brat taming, ass slapping, fingering, edging, p in v penetration.

— A/N: Hi! This is my first fanfic in quite a while. I've written fics before but it's been abt a year or so since I've written, so I hope it's not too bad! Thank you, hope you enjoy!

It's the middle of the summer in Japan─where it's hot and humid, the sun is blaring through the windows, and the sounds of tree frogs and crickets are relentless.

You and Jotaro lie in the bed, unmade, with your clothes strewn off to the side, laying skin to skin, with a few electric fans plugged into the walls of your bedroom–the only thing that seems to be keeping the both of you cool.

Normally, the air conditioning would be on, and you wouldn't have to be in this sweltering heat, but, the summers of Japan in the countryside are hot and brutal, which eventually decides to even break the air conditioning unit after staying on twenty-four-seven, wearing it's efforts thin.

Jotaro's fingers gently trace small circles on your sticky, sweaty back before he groans and turns from his side to lay on his back, breaking the miserable silence of just lying still under the unbearable heat.

"Fuck," He groans once more. "I wish we had a swimming pool out here, or we lived near the beach."

You can't help but let out a weak chuckle as you grab another ice pack from the cooler that's sitting beside your bed, and you toss it on top of the large, sweaty man who lies next to you.

"That's the fifth time you've said that Jotaro," You mumble, also taking an ice pack from the small cooler and placing it on top of your forehead in hopes of cooling you down.

Jotaro grumbles and sits up, taking the ice pack you handed him and he glides the cooling pack along his face and neck to help cool him down quicker.

"Didn't know you were keeping count."

You sigh, and you sit up. You look behind you, looking at the towels you laid down on the bed, and upon seeing your sweaty body imprint you groan at the sight, wondering just how much water you must've expelled from your body by now.

"Well, there's not much to talk about other than complain about how hot it is, so, I just wanted to see how many times you'd complain about not having a pool, so I've kept track."

Jotaro just chuckles and he rolls his eyes at your retort, too hot to even think of an answer to retort that. Instead, he continues to drag the ice pack across his skin, letting it move from his neck and down to his chest and over his abdomen.

Your eyes follow his movements unashamedly, and, out of the corner of his eye, Jotaro catches you staring.

He chuckles at your lack of shame, but he isn't even one to judge simply because he's been staring at your sticky, sweaty body for the majority of the time that you've both been nude.

"Care to tell me why you're staring?" He asks, his eyes now following yours.

Your eyes flick back to his facial features and you see a smug grin plastered onto his face, and instantly you feel heat rise to your face from being caught, but you're quick to retort.

"Like you're one to talk─You've been gawking at me the entire day."

Jotaro shakes his head and he rolls his eyes, finding your attitude almost chuckle-worthy.

It's his turn to look over at you now. His eyes wander over your sweaty figure, how your hair sticks to your skin, and how the sweat droplets glisten off of you in the afternoon sun, mainly paying attention to how pretty your breasts are covered in sweat, too.

He sees that you're looking at him in the same way he's admiring you, and he suddenly understands a certain thickness forming in the air alongside the persistent humidity. Slowly, he reaches over and runs a hand up and down your waist as you sit hunched over with your poor posture-his fingers teasing the curvature of your stomach-and presses his fingers against your skin.

You get the hint, and slowly he guides you with his hand, guiding you to sit on top of him. He gives you another smug grin meanwhile you give him a pout.

"Jotaro, aren't we only going to get hotter with this-"

Your question is interrupted by Jotaro's command. "Don't care. Come here." He taps your hip-a signal you know to hover over him-and in one hand, he takes his hardening cock, and pumps it a few times until he's fully erect, and slowly, he swipes his tip over your entrance to feel how wet you are, and when he decides it's good enough, he slips it inside of your hot, wet cunt, and immediately both of you let out a moan at the penetration.

Jotaro grabs your hips, and slowly, he pushes you down on his cock until your hips are flushed together.

You let out a whine at the dull sensation filling you up and making you go dizzy, loving how thick your boyfriend is, how you can feel him stretching your walls out, and how his fat tip sits perfectly on your g-spot.

God, he feels so good, you think to yourself, while your hands find a mind of their own and grab his thick quads to find purchase to start riding him, but Jotaro quickly grips your hips in protest.

"No, stay put. We'll get too hot, remember?" He smirks, using your own words against you, and you let out a frustrated groan.

"Please, Jotaro," You beg, which catches you by surprise, finding it funny how easily he already has you falling apart.

He seems to find this surprising too, as one of his dark eyebrows raises, and that smug grin of his reappears upon his lips.

"No, don't want you to move quite yet, sweetheart. Just stay still and... let me cool you down..." He says, his voice low as he grabs the ice pack that you left on the bed, and slowly, he brings the cold pack over your skin, gliding it, and watching water droplets form as he drags it across your body.

You watch with bated breath as Jotaro drags the ice along your skin. You swallow thickly, as your chest rises up and down, your eyes following his every move, and how your breath skips when the ice suddenly gets too cold when he moves the pack over your breasts and the peaks of your nipples.

Jotaro's eyes watch your chest rise up and down with interest, finding the way you react to the cold against such a sensitive part of your skin to be almost gratifying. He watches closely, and intently, seeing the water move across your skin almost as if it's mesmerizing, and how goosebumps rise across your skin from the sensitivity. He smirks at that and looks up at you.

"I see you're cooled down."

You huff, shaking your head, because it's quite the contrary, feeling as if your skin is on fire from how close Jotaro is─how his piercing green eyes look so intently at your breasts, and how good he feels buried deep inside of you. You swallow thickly and reach down, your hands gripping his thighs once more and digging your nails into his skin, hoping you'd return a stinging, hot sensation to him.

The hiss he lets out confirms it, and you flash him a smug grin back at him. Your hips then grind down onto him, moving in a circle, and Jotaro immediately lets out a groan and grips your hips tightly, digging his fingers into you.

"F-Fuck, stop that," He groans, halting his movements with the ice pack.

You watch as his eyes flutter from the pleasure of you moving your hips, how his Adam's Apple bobs, and how his mouth hangs open─you think he looks so good like this, so you let your eyes wander over his pretty facial features, and down his neck, looking at the droplets of sweat adorning his strong, scarred body-it's all such a good view, and it doesn't stop you from moving your hips, that is until Jotaro grips your hips harshly with his strong, calloused hands, causing you to come to a halt and your breath to hitch.

He's silent when he stops you except for the sound of his heavy breathing, which leaves your heart pounding a million miles a minute, wondering what he's gonna do next makes the atmosphere incredibly palpable.

He's silent for a minute more, leaving you anxious, and so, you start moving your hips again to gauge his reaction, but his grip on your hips only tightens and he lets out a huff. You raise an eyebrow at his refusal to acknowledge the silent situation, but, before you can blink, he quickly takes hold of you in both of his hands and flips you over so your face is pressed into the pillows.

You're breathless from how fast the movement is, unable to comprehend the situation fully, you can't even give Jotaro a remark before his rough hands grab hold of you once more to position you with rough grunts; where he grips your hips tightly pushing your ass into the air, and pushing on your back till it curves, and then he grips your thighs and pulls them apart as if he were tearing open a tightly sealed package.

Your eyes are wide with how rough he's handling you, so you grip the bedsheets tightly as if your life depended on it. You swallow thickly, knowing that it was your refusal to stay still that caused all of this.

"J-Jotaro..." Your voice is weak from the newfound tightness in your throat, as well as the fact that your face is pushed into the pillows in front of you. With this, you're practically begging to be recognized with the fact that you're sorry, but, you can hear Jotaro huff with frustration from behind you, making it seem as if he isn't too keen on forgiving you.

"I told you to be still..." He mutters, and you can feel one of his rough hands grip the globes of your ass-cheeks-pulling you slowly apart─and his calloused thumb swipes gently over your poor, weeping hole which reluctantly pulls a soft whine out of you.

His thumb trails down and, as if he were pondering about something, he slowly swipes his thumb over the soft folds of your cunt, making you let out another reluctant whine. You turn your head back to look back at Jotaro to ask for forgiveness, but a quick slap on your ass that has you lurching forward and letting out a quick yelp tells you that he was already reading your mind.

"Won't take an apology, sorry," He says bluntly, and he grins from knowing that he's probably making you annoyed.

You huff, begging to differ, but once you feel a large finger push forward inside of you, it's as if you've felt all of your complaints wash away in a matter of seconds. Your body leans back into his touch, and Jotaro is amused at how easily you lean back into him.

He groans and smiles at how good you look like this, and slowly he begins to curl that finger inside of you, making that motion over and over again, which makes you grip the covers of the bed needily.

"You gonna be good now, now that your wet little hole is weeping from my fingers?" He asks in a gruff voice, clearly finding your easy submission quite amusing.

You nod slowly, and you push back on his fingers as if you'd like them to go deeper, but Jotaro grips your hips tightly once more and with his free hand, he slaps your ass again, shaking his head.

"Seems like you're not gonna be still, so I'll just take my time here," He mutters, and he reaches down with his other hand and pinches your clit, sending a warning to you, which has you let out a frustrated whine.

"Jesus, Jotaro... I'll be still for fuck's sake," You murmur into the pillows, your head feeling a little shaken from Jotaro pinching your clit.

A smug smirk appears on his face, and then slowly, when his fingers start to move again, his face returns to its stoic expression as he watches his finger curl into you before adding another one which makes you moan, and you grip the bedsheets once more.

Once he's satisfied with your moans, he slowly then brings his other hand down and begins to gently rub your clit with his thumb, making you let out another moan.

You feel as if you're in heaven from the way his fingers feel, just enjoying how they make you feel so full and how they curl to hit that spongey spot inside of you every single time. Your head feels so full of bliss as you revel in the feeling of his fingers, knowing that if he kept going, you'd feel close to climbing your climax soon.

In the meantime, Jotaro is watching you intently. He watches the way your body reacts, his eyes watch your pretty cunt clench around him, and how your legs tremble whenever his fingers curl into that spot so deliciously-needless to say, he's focused on you, hoping to see when you're close.

Of course, however, you're giving him everything he wants, with your legs trembling from how good his rough thumb feels on your clit, drawing small, slow circles, you feel the familiar feeling of a rope tightening in your stomach, making you moan louder than were you before, and your breath becomes heavy as a result.

At that moment, Jotaro decides in a split second and quickly removes his fingers from you, and instantly your eyes pop open and look back at him in anger as you lose focus on your incoming orgasm.

"W-What the hell?! I-I was being still!" You retort with eyebrows furrowed, and piercing eyes like daggers as you stare at Jotaro, feeling as if you've lost all of that pleasure at once.

He gives you a smug smirk in response and he leans down, his dark curly bangs falling in front of his face and he nips at your neck.

"I know... just felt so good to get you back," He says, and the smug smirk on his face is practically audible as he leans down to press his soft lips along your skin, and as much as you want to roll your eyes at him, you let out a soft sigh as you feel his warm breath dance along there anyway, just wanting to feel him again.

"Now..." He grunts and sits back up and lifts your ass by gripping your thighs and pulling you towards him again. You let out a surprised yelp at that and he spreads your ass cheeks again, before reaching down to grip his cock. He groans as he slowly begins to tease the tip on your entrance, and as much as you're tempted to push yourself on it, you refrain from doing so because you know he'd only tease you about it.

Jotaro sees this remarkable effort you're making and he grins and lets out a low chuckle, finding your sudden obedience very entertaining.

"There we go... did the heat finally get to that little brain of yours?" He asks, and you huff and roll your eyes at his remark.

"Shut up and just fuck me, Jotaro," You murmur, not finding his teasing amusing at all, and you grip the pillows in front of you for support.

Another grin tugs at Jotaro's lips when you fire back that retort, and he sighs and slaps your ass one more time for good measure which makes you squeak before he slowly pushes himself in. He groans as he slowly moves inside of you, and your mouth drops open when you feel that familiar stretch.

Slowly, he begins to rock his hips, making you instantly let out soft moans from how good he feels─his thick girth slowly opening you up more than you already were from his fingers. Eyes roll to the back of your head and your fingers slowly grip the sheets as you feel the over-encompassing heat swell up within your body, feeling as if the heat wave is starting to finally get to you. Clearly, it seems to be getting to Jotaro too as you hear him groaning, and breathing deeply as he picks up his pace, his hands moving to grip your ass tighter so they wouldn't slip from the amount of sweat the two of you have accumulated over the past twenty minutes or so, inhaling and exhaling each other's heat.

The heat passing between the two of you is almost more than you can bare as your breath picks up with Jotaro's quick pace─his thick cock hits that delicious spot inside of you earning him moans and shaky legs, and the sticky, wet sound only increases in volume as Jotaro keeps chasing that heat, wanting to finish as his cock twitches inside of you.

You can only moan at this point, feeling so dizzy and hot as you can only take Jotaro's cock as his quick pace suddenly turns more punishing. You whine, feeling your body tighten and your legs shake and jolt from getting so close to your orgasm.

"C-Close..." You murmur, letting your head fall forward, letting the heat build up inside of you until it's close to coming to that breaking point. Jotaro can only groan in response to your murmur, knowing he's close too.

Finally, with a few more thrusts, Jotaro lets out a groan and he grabs your hips tightly, you let out a long moan as your legs shake and that hot blaze inside of you finally bursts free as you finish.

Jotaro finishes and pulls out of you, groaning as he cums on your ass, watching the white, sticky warmth flow down your ass cheeks. He huffs as he watches, trying to catch his breath, and his eyes drift down to you to see you falling limp against the mattress. He chuckles.

"Looks like the heat waves finally got to us, hmm?" Jotaro remarks, and he sighs as he watches your whole body finally go limp against the bed, he slowly lowers himself next to you with a smug expression written all over his face when you turn to look at him.

You just groan and roll your eyes, letting your breath calm down as your mind is swimming with bliss, trying even to comprehend his words.

"Yeah, yeah... still would've been better if we had a pool."

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stars-and-the-min · 1 month

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☆ the wrong way to hard launch (2) | OP81

summary : oscar's girlfriend is a walking pr problem for literally everyone (including herself) social media au

pairing : oscar piastri x zhou!fem!singer!oc

a/n more unserious behaviour

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viaoverthemoon · 11 months

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Neighbors

Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

I said I would do requests and requests you all shall get!

This one was suggested by my bsf <3 He messaged me when I complained about having no requests and offered this idea! Shout out to bestie!

Summary: You're new in the neighborhood and Leon takes quite a liking to you <3

Tw: SMUT, p in v sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, swearing, taunting/mocking, hair pulling (Let me know if I missed anything!)

Omg, if there are any mistakes, pls don't make fun of me. I just got new nails and it's a little hard to type on my laptop ;-;

18+!! NSFW!! MDNI!! Read at your own risk!!

Enjoy! <3

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You throw the final box into the pile, wiping the sweat off your brow.

The process of moving into your new home has been a long one, but also a necessary one.

The hot sun beams down on your skin, sweat dripping from every crevice. Your muscles are weak and ache for rest. You turn around and look at your new home, a sense of pride coursing through your veins at the fact that you'd managed to complete everything on your own.

You're so deep in your feeling of accomplishment, that your hardly notice the sound of footsteps approaching you.

"Hey!" The sound of a yell catches you off guard, your shoulders jump and you turn around.

You're met with arguably the best eye-candy you've ever laid eyes on. Blonde hair and blue eyes. Perfectly framed face and a soft jaw. Kind eyes with a hint of mystery behind them, and those arms were something out of a mafia film. You wanted to take a bite out of them...

You realize your gaze had been wandering longer than society would deem friendly.

You feel your cheeks heat up and shake your head to rid of your less than neighborly thoughts.

"Hi! Sorry about that. I was really in my head I guess."

He looks at you, sheepishly smiling. "No, it was my bad, sweetheart. I didn't mean to startle you," He steps closer and offers his hand for you to shake while trying not to stare at your tits through the transparent shirt. "You must've just moved in. I live next to you. Names Leon Kennedy."

You shake his hand and tell him your name, trying to ignore the increase of your heart rate at the pet name. His smile remains through your interaction. He asks about your interests, your family, your life. And you do the same. You don't get many answers, but regardless, after a few minutes, you both feel rather close to one another.

Leon offers you dinner over at his place another day, which is an offer you can't and won't refuse.

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The day finally came.

You dress in a simple sundress, bringing a bowl of cookies with you as a gift.

Leon answers the door with a bright smile, welcoming you inside of his home.

His home is hardly decorated, but somehow still feels home-y. He explains that his job causes for him to leave on constant business trips, so he never really had time to decorate.

There's a type of tension in the room. It doesn't have a name, or a describable feeling, but it makes the room feel small. Causes the both of you to feel hot. Your conversations are relaxed, but seem to have some kind of unspoken meaning behind each joke.

At one point, you needed a break from the inexplicable heat.

You ask Leon if you can get something to drink from his kitchen. He, of course, says yes and leads you there, pointing to the cabinet that holds the glass cups.

Only, when you stand on your tip-toes to grab a glass, Leon's large physique is suddenly pressed against your back.

Goosebumps rise on your skin, and a small gasp leaves your lips as his lips skim along your ear.

He has you trapped against him, his arms gripping the counter on each side of your waist. You slowly sink back down onto your heels, grabbing the counter as well for support when your legs begin to feel like jelly. "Leon... What are you doing?"

His hands move away from the counter, fingers slowly tracing from your hip to your waist, where it rests as he whispers into your ear.

"I think we can both feel this... feeling between us... So why don't we stop beating around the bush and cut to the chase, sweetheart?"

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Everything seems to be a blur after that.

You only remember Leon's lips on yours, hands wandering and fondling anything he could get his hands on. He'd littered you with hickeys and bruises, slipping off your panties and throwing them off to who knows where.

And now, you lay bent over the arm of his couch, sundress shifted upward over your ass and Leon brutally pounding into you.

Your moans are muffled by the soft cushions of his couch, your hands gripping the fabric for dear life. Your legs have completely given up on you, lying limp and only moving to jerk every time Leon's hips hit yours.

Your hands grip the couch tighter and your pussy clenches around him as you whine out muffled praise.

The sound of skin slapping skin is borderline pornographic, the wet squelching sound only making the atmosphere so much hotter.

Leon grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking you up and pressing you back flush against his chest. "What was that, sweetheart? I didn't hear you.."

A loud whimper escapes your lips, your nails scratching the arm of the couch. "Said- Said it feels good! It feels so good, Leon!"

He laughs and you moan when he manages to hit somewhere deep inside of you. "Yeah? Feels really good, huh?" He growls and thrusts into you at a faster pace. You cry out, your legs going numb. And you would've fallen flat on your face if not for Leon's hands that grab your hips.

"Mhm! Yes!" Leon groans as your moans get higher and higher, your toes curling as he try's a new angle, this one causing him to hit that sweet spot that makes you go crazy.

A desperate sob mixed with a cry tears its way out of you. "Right there! Ah! Yes-!"

You writhe in his grip, your orgasm quickly approaching. He runs his hands over the sides of your body, gripping so hard you know you'll have bruises in the morning.

His thrusts get sloppy and erratic as he begins to grunt and growl in effort. "So pretty... You gonna cum baby? You gettin' close?"

He mocks you- actually mocks you. His words come out as though he's cooing at you, taunting you. Even though you feel like you should be offended by his tone, instead you feel even more aroused by it.

Your back arches and short, pitiful gasps leave you. "Fuck- Yes! 'm gonna c-cum, Leon! Gonna cum jus' for you-!"

You hardly finish the sentence before your release forces itself out of you. You cry out, electricity flashing though your veins, as your orgasm seeps all over Leon's dick. He somehow cums at the same time as you, heaving a deep and shameless moan.

The both of you take a moment coming down from the high, mouths hung agape, breathing shallow, and covered in sweat.

Leon finally pulls out of you, watching your body twitch while his seed leaks out of you. He glances at your face, seeing your blissed out expression. An amused smirk sits on his lips when you turn to look at him. You want to say something snappy, but your lungs haven't fully recovered. So, you settle for just flicking him off, muttering a small, 'fuck off'.

I think its safe to say, you would be seeing your new neighbor a lot more often... <3

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Omgg This took forever!! Finishing writing and proofreading at 3:20am aND I'VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS SINCE 2PM!!!!

Anywaysss, Hope y'all enjoyed!! <3

Requests are open!! <3

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harmoonix · 10 months

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🪽Angelic Astrology 🪽

• A N G E L I C •

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🪽Having the next following aspects can mean that you have an enchanting/angelic aura around you and you can warm up people with your energy;

Neptune - Moon aspects 🪽

Neptune - Sun aspects 🪽

Neptune - Ascendant aspects 🪽

Cancer in big 3 (Sun, Moon, Rising)🪽

Pisces in big 3 (Sun, Moon Rising) 🪽

Saturn - Moon aspects🪽

Saturn - Ascendant aspects 🪽

Uranus - Ascendant aspects 🪽

🪽 Having Moon aspecting the ascendant can make you to look very ✨ Ethereal ✨ you can have really soft skin and big eyes because of this aspect also very gracious gestures

🪽Having Moon aspecting the South Node means that you can be very attached to your past and often you can be quite sensible, is very hard for you get rid of toxic habits/patterns also this aspect gives you high intuition about things going on in your life you are and you were very connected to your soul

🪽Moon represents your soul and you inner world, the sign you have under the moon can tell you about your past lives and how you lived them based on the house you have your moon sign in

🤍The 9th house in your chart is the house of God, having the Moon/Sun in the 9th house can make you connected to God and to religion/spirituality, you can have this *child of God* allure around you as well you can possess talents related to those things 🤍

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I don't wanna go

But baby, we both know

This is not our time

It's time to say goodbye

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🤍Mercury can also represent youthfulness, having Mercury aspecting the ascendant/sun can often make you young - looking and people can be confused knowing your age

🤍 Mercury - Moon aspects can have talents related to music and art, they can be very good at singing and their voices can also be quite unique

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🪽Having the next following aspects can mean you can be very lovely and intense + nurturing

Asteroid Ceres [1] in a water Sign

Water placements/Stelliums

Earth in big 3 [Sun, Moon, Rising]

Earth Venus/Venus in 2nd/6th/10th houses

Venus aspecting Pluto

Moon aspecting Pluto

Asteroid Ceres in an Earth Sign

🪽Having Taurus/Libra placements makes you to be someone very romantic and passionate yet also someone who can make a good first impression, people see you as someone very elegant and respected 🌼

🪽Having Capricorn placements is never easy due to the high lessons these natives need to learn, no one knows what's in their heart, no one knows how much they cried or teared for some things no one knows how much pain was in their lives, but one thing is sure they are the most powerful people out there !! You got this Cap Placements!!🤍😇🤍 Never forget how powerful you are

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~ H E A V E N ~

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🪽Having Aquarius Placements is not that easy either because to their differences and uniqueness these people had this stereotype of being "weird" just for doing things they find good for themselves they have their own struggles and their own problems but one thing is clear...Never stop being yourself, be yourself everyday, everyday when you look in the mirror tell yourself how beautiful you are ♥️✨

🪽Having Cancer/Moon prominent in your chart can make you a very sensible person with a very nurturing and warm vibe, you can be like a mother to others with your energy 🪽🤍

Some angelic placements with angel asteroid 🌼

Asteroid Angel [11911] - ascendant aspects

Asteroid Angel [11911] - moon aspects

Asteroid Angel [11911] in the 1st/4th/8th/12th houses

Asteroid Angel [11911] - sun aspects

Asteroid Angel [11911] in the 7th/9th houses

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🪽 Asteroid Angel [11911] in contact with Uranus or Neptune can make the native to have prophetic dreams, they can recieve messages through their dreams

🪽 If you have Asteroid Angel [11911] in the 8th house and someone from your family/someone close to you died, they can give you signs with their presence and you can feel it, you can feel them close when they are near

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It will come a day

When we will find our way

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🪽 Recently i discovered that natives with Sun in the 12th house suffered a lot in their past lives and it was mostly an emotional pain, that's why you can feel very emotional in this life, it is from your past life. You were hurt, very hurt in some cases and the lesson is to heal the wounds and toxicity that is around you

🪽 Asteroid Angel [11911] in aspect with Venus: Your angel/spirit guides can send you messages and signs through songs/music, you can listen to a song when you are sad/when you feel bad and to find something you needed in the lyrics of that song [When you listen music while being sad the brain focus on lyrics more]. It can also show that the native is very loved by their angels/spirit guides

🪽Having Asteroid Angel and Asteroid Juno aspecting or under the same sign makes your relationship protected by the guides/angels, the divinity takes care of you 2

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{ D I V I N E }

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🪽Asteroid Angel [11911] - Pluto aspects in very tight orbs = Your guides/angels can be very powerful and destructive if someone will want to do harm upon you, also they are here to make sure you learn your lessons and you find you power when you are low/at your lowest

🪽Asteroid Angel [11911] - Aspecting the Asteroid Hekate [100] in the 1st, 4th, 8th or 12th houses can make the native extremely intuitive, you are that intuitive that you can feel warning signs if something bad is gonna happen, also Hekate can team up with your angels to protect you

🪽Asteroid Angel [11911] - Aspecting the Aphrodite Asteroid [1388], your spirit guides/angels can give you confidence over you looks and the way you look, you are very beautiful and so is your soul with your angels/guides, you can have a very lovely/beautiful spiritual family

🪽Asteroid Angel [11911] - Aspecting the Lilith asteroid [1181], your angel/spirit guides can be half angel half demon and can hold a great power in these 2, these can be fallen angels who are your guides or extremely powerful sources from heaven, they are the type of guides who can get very mad when someone does harm upon you [These 2 aspecting eachother is so powerful]

🪽Asteroid Angel [11911] - Aspecting the Asteroid Archangel Raphaela [708] have an extremely powerful healing soul, you can heal other people and you can heal yourself from all the pain, also your soul is protected from pain, even if you can experience pain sometimes the feeling can disappear fast

🪽Having these angelic asteroids in your 1st/12th houses can make you an angel on earth vibe/energy

🪽 Having Angel in Retrogade [Rx] your spirit guides/guardian angels need to work with you in this life in order to finish your earth lesson

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🪽 Howwww y'all have been doinggg, July started to show up and the North Node return is coming closer than ever 🔥🥹 need to prepare. Anyway enjoy this Heavenly Post Part II since so many of you liked the 1st part 🪽🪽🪽🪽🪽 Some placements can have this kind of energy in them 🤍🤍🤍🤍 and because the angels are very beautiful and harmonious why to not make an post about them 🤍

🤍🌼 Hope everyone reading my notes has a good day full of love and peace 🤍🌼

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Here is part I for those who didn't see it

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queenlucythevaliant · 6 months

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harder than you think

i. When the Narnians stole Edmund away from beneath the Witch's blade, they told him he was safe. This wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either.

ii. They brought him to the Stone Table. It was night. Edmund doubted very much that he would find safety there, for he still recoiled at the name of Aslan. He slept fitfully and woke the next morning before the sun was up.

iii. A sliver of gold just beyond the tent flap captured his attention, there in the dark. Unaccountably, Edmund felt the urge to rise and go towards it.

iv. And there was Aslan, who was supposed to be fearsome, supposed to be dangerous, supposed to be powerful, and he was he was he was. Dimly, Edmund felt himself hitting the ground.

v. But then Aslan said, “Come, Son of Adam. Let us walk a while, and reason together.”

vi. And as they walked together, in the cool dewy grass of early morning, the Lion told Edmund everything that he had ever done.

vii. They were standing in front of the Table when the conversation turned. Aslan spoke a riddle of a house blasted into rubble which he would piece back together overnight. He spoke of flesh being pierced, blood being shed, and of rejected stones being used for new foundations. He spoke about water welling up forever, washing you clean of everything you ever did wrong, all the blood that you ever thought of shedding, everything you ever tried to steal, and a river that carries you home when you can't walk anymore and spits you out brand new when it reaches the sea.

viii. Edmund's head swam. Silently, he yearned for the wisdom to understand what he was being told; or, failing that, at least to remember it for as long as it took him to puzzle it out.

ix. And then, the Witch. Then, the battle. The thrones. A year passed, and winter came. In its time, it melted back to glorious spring.

x. “Edmund,” said Lucy one day. “There's something we need to tell you.” She and Susan were cloaked in springtime gossamer, like fairy queens in poems he only half remembered. They sat on the window seat in his study, holding hands white-knuckled: his two beloved sisters.

xi. “It's about Aslan,” Susan said. “And the White Witch, and how he made her renounce her claim on your blood. The night before Beruna, he went back to the Stone Table.”

xii. “He let her kill him,” Lucy cut in. “Instead of you. And then, because he hadn't done anything wrong, the Emperor's Deeper Magic brought him back to life.”

xiii. “We've been arguing all year about how much to tell you,” said Susan wryly. Then, a little gentler, “We don't want to hurt you, but we feel you ought to be told what he did for you.”

xiv. And Edmund, who had never forgotten what Aslan told him on that cool, dewy morning before the sun came up, shut his eyes and whispered, “I know.”

xv. I know, he said. I know that he died. I know that he did it for me. I know he lived again because I saw him the next day, and the next, and the next. I think I know what it means - or at least, I know the shape of it.

xvi. “Oh,” said Lucy. “We should have realized that he would have told you himself.”

xvii. “Yes. But please, tell me the story all the same.”

#finally returning to this little character study series thing #I really like this one #bc Edmund pretty clearly knows about Aslan's sacrifice in later books but as of the end of lww the girls are still debating #what if anything he should be told #and like. imo that was what the early morning talk was #the gospel presented in that Jesus-y way where he's like 'this is all gonna make sense to you in a little bit once it gets fulfilled'#in addition to some of the more specific stuff about Edmund's specific sin probably #in my head the closest parallel for that conversation would end up being the magician's book with lucy #anyway #this whole series is being posted together on ao3 just so you know #narnia #the traitor who mended #reading fairy tales again #pontifications and creations #leah stories

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oh-koenig-my-koenig · 5 months

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Metalhead!König at a festival

Tis the season – Festival season – SFW and NSFW

More Stuff in the Masterlist

(cw: alcohol/drugs, semi-public sex, smut, MDNI 18+)

On the way to the festival, I’m living the best passenger princess life, sitting beside him, navigating the GPS, feeding him snackies (he loves little brezels and gummyworms) and most importantly DJing the whole time while driving to the festival. Songs of all the bands we want to go see live are blasting from the speakers and when I start to sing along, König chimes in.

He has an old VW van T4 that he rebuilt himself, so that the back of it actually transforms into a quite comfy bed, one that even accommodates his size.

The trunk of the van is filled with gear and gadgets, there's nothing that he didn't think about.

A plastic pavilion to get a little bit of shade in the blistering summer sun. A camping table and two chairs (even though I don't know why he bothered to get me my own because he always coaxes me to sit in his lap) ((maybe that's why we have a second one because I don't think the small thing can withstand our combined weight for long)). A portable sound system. A bunch of hardware tools, a camping cooker and some equipment for it. Like for example the little espresso can because even at a festival the big guy needs his proper coffee (and not some kind of "instant crap" – his words).

At least I could hold him off from bringing our own beer tap because that would've been ridiculous.

And of course, he brought a grill, he would've even brought one if it weren't allowed.

I mean, he's Austrian and even though the neighbors from Germany are much more known for their fondness for grilling as soon as the temperatures rise over 10 degrees celsius, he still loves it.

I'm just rolling my eyes and laughing when he starts to light the coals pretty early in the morning. But I'm not complaining because he chooses to do so shirtless, showing off his broad muscled chest and the plethora of tattoos on his torso.

The black cargo shorts are hanging low on his hips, the belt holding them in place, the waistband of his boxershorts showing a little bit which accentuates the V of his hips. And don't even get me started on the happy trail leading down.

I'm ogling him shamelessly, sitting in my chair and making some coffee on the burner for us.

(He's also wearing some of his old combat boots, and he reassured me that the weird looking stains on them aren't actually blood. (I still don't believe him))

He looks like such a metalhead dad as he's standing at the grill, a beer in hand and just happily humming along to the melodies blasting from the speaker.

It makes me happy to see him like this because I don't know much about his work, he rarely talks to me about it and it has to be a burden, but right now he seems like he doesn't have a care in the world.

I catch him grinning at me, shaking the almost empty beer can and downing the last bit. I giggle, jump up and go get him a new one from the little freezer box.

With two fresh cans of beer, I stroll over to him, handing him one. His arm wraps around me and I can already see the mischief sparkling in his eyes as he's looking down on me. "Ex oder Franzos.", he tells me, taunting me. (He told me once what this means ‘either down your beer or you're french’ which apparently is an insult?? I don't know what the Austrians are on either)

"Nooo, I’m not gonna shotgun with you right now.", I wail.

"Oh, come on, it's just one beer.", he grins at me.

I put my hands on my hips, looking up at him all scolding. "Well, maybe one beer isn't a big deal for you, big guy." He just laughs and nonetheless drinks half his beer with one big gulp, the little show-off. Ever since he knows what a lightweight I am, he likes to tease me about it. Stupid big tall man.

The sun shines down like crazy which gives me the opportunity to apply sunscreen too him as often as I can.

"I get the feeling you're not doing this for the well-being of my skin.", he tells me, sideeyeing me while my hands move over his shoulders and pecs, making sure every inch is covered.

"I don't know what you mean.", I answer innocently, making him pull his hair out of the way with a nod, and moving on to his tattooed back, skimming over the smooth skin with my fingertips, massaging over the tense muscles.

When I'm finished, finally having applied enough sunscreen on the huge man, he snatches up the bottle, puts a little dollop on his hands and goes straight for my boobs.

"We can't have you getting a sunburn either!", he explains with a serious expression on his face while he shamelessly kneads my bikini-clothed breasts, in the name of sun protection.

Food in the stage area is expensive but that doesn't stop him from buying me everything I think looks good. I need to actually hold him off from getting another portion of the little pancakes because I'm so full, I feel like bursting and I still wanna be able to mosh.

"But what about some ice cream?", he suggests, pointing at a little cart in the vicinity. "It might help us cool a bit down."

I tilt my head to the side, thinking about it, but only for a moment. "Okay, I think there still is room for some ice cream.", I agree and we make our way in the direction of the ice cream vendor.

“Oh, wait, we need to get more water!”, I yell out as I see the water station. I pull him with me by his hand, filling our water bottles and then taking off my shirt to wet it.

“Now, what is this? Wet t-shirt contest?”, he asks with a dirty smile on his face, his eyes travelling down my body.

“Yeah, you wanna join?”, I ask him wiggling my brows, which makes him laugh and shed his shirt in a second. He lets water run over it as well and then wrings the shirt out over his body, the water dripping down his pecs and abs, and I can’t help but stare with a slack jaw. He laughs again when he sees the expression on my face, but he puts the shirt back on.

He pulls me into him, pressing a little kiss to my temple, our wet clothes sticking together. “Come on, let’s get you that ice cream, sweet cheeks.”, he says, giving my ass a few loving pats.

We try and go to as many bands as possible which is becoming quite the workout for me. By midnight my feet are already hurting like crazy and I make the mistake of mentioning it to König because he demands to carry me now. After some discussion, we come to the agreement that a piggyback ride would suffice.

So now I'm clinging to König's back, my muddy shoes dirtying his pants with the way my legs are hugging his hips. His arms are reaching back, the hands crossed under my ass supporting my weight.

Festivals can get pretty filthy but that doesn't stop him from trying to get into my pants. The solution to the filthyness? Going showering.

Most of the festivals I've ever been to don't actually separate between men's and women's shower, so that's not an issue when we slip into one of the cabins together. Still, some people around gave us funny looks.

It gets crowded in there even for two people, especially if one of the two is König. I press my body against his and squeal as he turns on the shower and we get doused with an icecold spray.

He just laughs, not fazed by it at all – duh, but I am someone who german-speaking would call a 'Warmduscher' (someone who likes to shower warm, which is meant as an insult).

His mouth finding mine shuts me up and wandering hands get rid of the dirt and grime on our bodies. I'm still washing away soapy suds while König's caresses drop lower and lower until his fingertips stroke over my pussy, finding my clit. I shoot him a look like "Seriously?! Right here and now?", but the corners of my mouth curl up. The knowing expression on his face doesn't waiver while he draws circles on the sensitive spot, getting me wet and needy for his fingers to slip inside me.

I hold onto him, my hands digging into his shoulders, as he pulls up one of my legs and finger-fucks me. The cold water is forgotten by now.

The palm of his hand pressing against the soft mound, stroking over the clit with every push inside me. His fingertips reaching that certain spot, brushing over it repeatedly, which has me gasping for air in no time. “Ja, fuck, come for me.”, he whispers against my lips. My thighs start to tremble, and moans escape my throat.

“You need to shut up, Liebes, or the people around us will know.”, he grunts, letting go of my leg and clasping the hand over my mouth to muffle my sounds. The realization that there’s other people in the cabins beside us, that the stalls aren’t anywhere near a soundproof barrier, that someone will probably hear the lewd sounds, the realization sends a zap of tingly arousal down my spine. His fingers move faster, hitting me deep inside, and I come around them screaming into his palm.

When my orgasm fades, I snuggle into him, and he holds me up pressing soft kisses to the top of my head and my face. He takes the camping bath towel he brought (you know, the ones that are microfiber and dry really fast? Of course, he has stuff like that) and starts to wrap me in it.

“Wait, what about you?”, I ask, still panting a bit, aware of his hard dick pressing against my belly.

“You’re already shivering wia a Lampe Schwoaf (like a lamb’s tail), we need to get you into the warmth again.”, he says, rubbing me down with the towel, the strokes of his big hands and the fabric tickling me a bit, which is making me giggle.

He leans down a bit, getting to my legs as well, still drying me off, and his eyes find mine, arousal and need glinting in them, a smirky grin forming on his face. “And don’t worry, I’m gonna get my fill of you later.”

In between bands, we’re sitting on the lawn, a little bit away from the stages. The sky is tinted in a rosy-orange blush, blending into the dark of the night that’s about to come. Even when I’m sitting on his thigh, I almost have to tilt my head back to look at him. He sees my little stare and smiles. “What?”, he asks.

I don’t break eye contact as I shake my head. “Nothing.”

“Nothing?”, he asks, seeming a little loopy.

I shrug, the smile on my face only getting wider. “I’m just happy to be here.” My hand reaches up to boop his nose, and the look on his face when he goes cross-eyed makes me laugh. “With you.”, I add, still giggling, feeling silly and honestly – a little lovey-dovey.

His smile matches mine as he grabs my face with his hand and plants a big kiss on my lips. “Me too, du Scherzkeks.”, he mumbles against my lips. (literally 'joking cookie', meaning jokester)

Straightening back up again, he eyes the joint in my other hand. “You still smoking that?”, he asks.

I shake my head and hand him the roach. He takes it and puffs the last bit of weed, inhaling deeply, holding in the breath. Before he can exhale, I grab his face with both my hands, pressing my lips to his. He chuckles, deepening the kiss, letting out the smoke as his tongue brushes against mine, and I taste him and the grassy fume.

We’re still sitting in the same spot an hour later, giggling with each other, sharing the biggest portion of fries we could find, while we listen to the music blasting from the stage speakers.

When we're back at the van, I fall into the mattress, bury my head into the pillow and groan as my body relaxes into the softness. My god, I will never be able to sleep on anything less comfortable when at a festival.

König's chuckle behind me makes me aware before his hands grasp my hips and pull them upwards. He pushes my pants down and his mouth into my pussy. I gasp into the sheets gripping them, squirming against his tongue, when he sloppily licks me, lapping at my wetness, dipping into my ass as well, until I’m making a total mess on his face.

He gets greedier, pulling out his dick and fucking me from behind, his fingers digging into my hips. The pace he’s going at makes the whole car shake, and somebody passing by could notice, but I'm counting on the darkness to conceal us, to hide what we're doing in the back of the van, especially when he flips us, and I’m on top now.

He's splayed out on the mattress looking up at me, satisfied smirk and hooded lids, as he grabs my wrists, securing them behind my back, and tells me to ride him. I whine and moan a little while I start moving up and down his length because the muscles in my legs are already aching from all the dancing, jumping and moshing, but his dirty ramblings spur me on: "Fuck, you feel so good, just like that." and "Harder, ride me harder." and “Ah, scheiße, i- that’s it, good fucking girl.”

He lifts up my shirt with the other hand and brings the fabric up to my mouth, gesturing me to bite into it. He pulls down the bikini top I’m still wearing underneath, freeing my boobs.

"Hm, such a little slut, getting fucked in the back of a van.", he murmurs, his eyes glued to my bouncing titties, while he fucks up into me, hitting spots deep inside me that pull obscene sounds from my throat. The little bit of fabric between my teeth can't damp them down. I try to hold onto the last bit of sanity, but then he pinches my nipple, hard, the sensations flowing over me, and I come on his dick, straining against his hold on me, shuddering while the orgasm wrecks through me.

My thighs are pressing together and König’s hands are the only thing that’s holding me up. While I’m still coming down, he pulls me against him. I sigh snuggling against his chest when he rolls us over.

“Oh no, Liebes, we’re not done yet.”, he chuckles, pushing into me again, his lips finding the sensitive spots on my neck.

A little ray of sunshine falls on my face through the window of the van, the early morning light making me open my eyes. I try to move to escape the brightness, but I can’t move my body. I turn my head and open my eyes, seeing König’s arm and legs draped over me, the big hand splayed out over my belly. Well, that explains it. The big guy is still sleeping, the soft sounds of his breathing filling the space around us. He’s facing me, a relaxed expression on his face, his brows that always seem to be furrowed turned up a little bit. I don’t think I have seen him this peaceful yet.

My lips curl up into a smile and I reach out, cupping his cheek, softly stroking over his jaw, because I can’t help myself. Normally he shaves pretty often, a habit he picked up at the military, but somehow, he’s still always wearing a 5 o’clock shadow. Right now, the beard has developed into more of a longer stubble, a few grey hairs in between. And it looks good on him.

Suddenly he’s stirring in his sleep, his lids fluttering as he groans, the big hand moving up to his face to rub the eyes. A little huff escapes my nose and I greet him with a “Good morning, sleepy head”. He groans again because he can be a little ‘Morgenmuffel’ (a little grumpy in the mornings), but opens his eyes to look at me.

“Why are you so cheery this morning, hm?”, he asks me, still blinking the sleep away while a sly smirk is forming on his face. “Oh yeah, that’s right because I fucked you seven ways to Sunday on this mattress.”

I roll my eyes, but I can’t help the little grin on my face. “Yeah, yeah… If I can’t walk to the stages today, it’s your fault, old man.”, I taunt him.

His eyes light up with playful threat and he grabs me, rolling onto me. I yelp and giggle as his full body weight presses me into the mattress. “Keep running that mouth, Fräulein, and I’m gonna make sure of that.”, he says, his words a dirty promise.

a/n: this should have been a quick little fun drabble, but I got carried away - ah well, it happens <3

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sungbeam · 2 months

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SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW — act I, scene v

nonidol!hwang intak x f!reader

when summit poster boy hwang intak's car breaks down in the school parking lot, it sets off a chain of events that leads to you, someone he was perhaps always meant to find. the only problem is that the two of you are far from the ideal couple, and your peers are apt to keep that status quo.

▷ genre, chapter warnings. s2f2l, classism and discrimination, forbidden romance au, minimal swearing, angst, humor, mentions of grief and terminal illness, written in third person pov

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a/n: whenever i come back to this series, i remember how hard it is to write it

SUMMER (RISING SENIORS).

Yn had not sent a picture back to Intak. In fact, she hadn't even opened his messages. Intak couldn't decide which was worse—being left on "read" or on "delivered." Both were equally quite horrible, but as the day went on with radio silence from her end, he continuously had to remind himself that she had responsibilities and a life. She couldn't be at his beck and call, and she certainly wouldn't ever entertain the idea of being so.

But one little text would have eased his mind. Just one, little text.

Intak flopped onto the couch in the living room of his house, the entirety of which remained just as cold and empty as it always was. In a way, the quiet was good because it meant that his father wasn't home, taking with him that thick, haunting presence of his. Intak sometimes imagined that he walked around with a massive cloud of fog clinging to his legs and feet, and that image had engraved itself into his head since he was an adolescent, more so now that his father's murky fog would soon consume Intak in all of those heavy expectations.

He lifted his phone up to catch a glimpse of the time. He would have to leave for that one dance class soon, the one that he and his friends had signed up for together to occupy themselves during the summer. If Intak wasn't forced to take over the company after his schooling, he would be dancing, or maybe even reading shit, like proper literature, and writing poetry about dead older brothers and forbidden friendships with strangers who felt closer to him than his own family.

He was tempted to text Yn just to check in. Something like 'hey bff i'm bored as hell and sad as fuck hbu' or 'miss u and worried about u text me back?' or god forbid, 'i've been trying to imagine what u look like but i have a feeling a picture won't do u justice.' God, he really needed to stop watching those cursed romcoms when he was bor—

Bzzzzz. Bzzz. Bzzzz.

Intak leapt out of his skin in surprise.

He reached into his pants pocket to withdraw Jaehyuk's phone. The notifications from Yn came in rapid succession at the top of the screen:

yer a wizard yn!: sorry i went mia for like a day

yer a wizard yn!: smth came up

yer a wizard yn!: cute pic btw :') ig i owe u a pfp too

yer a wizard yn!: *sent a photo*

Intak held his breath, then forced himself to turn away from the phone screen. Was he ready for this? Was he ready for her reveal? This felt like an invasion of privacy, especially with how carefully she kept her identity hidden the first few weeks they'd been texting each other. It hadn't been until recently that Yn had begun to let him learn things about her.

It wasn't like he forced her though… right? It was out of her own want and will. It was her choice and he—

He was going to fully indulge in that.

Intak finally opened up the full chat to view the messages she'd sent.

And lo and behold, there she was. It was a casual selfie, seeming to be taken in front of a window by the way the sun shone over her face in a gold-colored glow. She wore a dark T-shirt with a logo Intak couldn’t quite make out from the way her arms and hair were positioned. In fact, he could only see about half of her face from the way she hid the lower half behind her pulled-up knees. But her eyes crinkled enough that he could see that she was smiling.

The soft smile on his face was a stark contrast to the sharp palpitations of his heart in his chest. Before, he could never imagine the face he was speaking to across the phone—rather, it had always just been a person with blurred features. Now that he could put a face to the name, and the voice, and the character…

Intak saved the picture and set it as Yn’s contact photo. He wondered if he should have even been doing this since Jae didn’t even have a contact photo saved for her. (But now that she had sent it, it wasn’t like Intak was going to resist setting that photo as her contact, especially since it was an excuse to stare at it while he was texting her.)

jae’s phone: that photo is not fair that’s like… half ur face dude >://// /j

jae’s phone: but thank uuuuuuu i KNEW u were cute

He chewed on his bottom lip, quickly adding onto his previous texts since it seemed like Yn wasn’t going to reply back any time soon.

jae’s phone: ik ur the one who suggested swapping photos, but i hope u didn’t feel obligated to. ik u were never super comfortable w sharing personal info abt urself w me, but i’m genuinely really happy to get to know u better

jae’s phone: lol idk y that got kinda sappy ? but i hope everything’s good on ur end!!

jae’s phone: i’ve gotta go to a dance lesson rn tho so ttyl ynieee!!!!

Intak sighed as he forced himself to click out of his and Yn’s direct messages, and to haul his ass off the couch. He had, at multiple instances, contemplated why he felt so attached to Yn. Perhaps it was because she was so close to his brother and this truly was just his own kind of closure. Or it was something else, too.

Yn's eyes burned holes through the notifications that sat at the top of her phone screen. It had been several hours since Intak had sent them, and she knew exactly what they said. She'd even mentally written out and sent several replies, but never physically carried them out. She just couldn't bring herself to do it.

The heavy weight that had settled on her chest from a day ago still rested there. Usually, privileged shit Summit kids did to her and in front of her were annoying, but she'd learned to grow thick skin. She didn't know why this time affected her so poorly. Then again, the fact that neither Jongseob nor Shota had gotten over it could have contributed to her own mood, too.

Her brothers in arms had been quiet since then, barely speaking unless necessity prevailed. The shop had never been so quiet before, and even when customers and neighbors came by with a friendly word or joke, they would force a smile onto their faces or a laugh from their throats. She could hear the strain, the grudge and emotions tugging at the corners of their mouths.

"If I had the money…" Yn remembered hearing Jongseob muttering under his breath the night of the incident. She knew exactly what he was thinking then and there. All the bitterness in the negative space.

They'd all grown to have thick skin, but it was bound to crack at some point. They weren't made of steel, after all.

After a long, grueling day at the shop, Yn, Shota, and Jongseob returned to Yn's house to wash up for the evening. The walk home had been quiet, and she'd been itching to reach for her phone and finally open up Intak's messages…

She cleared her throat. "Go get cleaned up and meet me in the living room," she voiced aloud to the two of them as she unlocked the front door.

Jongseob grunted, "Why?"

"We're watching Clueless."

Shota let out a snort as Jongseob threw his head back in a loud groan. "You're shitting me. Any other movie than that one, Yn. We've watched that, like, fifteen times."

With her back still to them, she could let herself smile just a little. All she had been looking for was that reaction from him. "Okay, well, if you can be on the couch in fifteen minutes, then you can choose a different—"

She hadn't even finished what she was saying when the two of them bolted past her, exclaiming at each other as they raced for access to the closest bathroom. Yn laughed under her breath, nudging the door closed behind her with the toe of her shoe. She hadn't even been sure whether or not the two would stay here with her or not since they basically stayed shut up in the old extra bedroom instead of hanging out. Though they would have been in the house, it had sounded like no one else was home.

But now? Yn made her way into the kitchen to get dinner started. Hopefully she could get something on the stove by the time one of them hopped out of the shower. Knowing Jongseob though…

She estimated that it was about five minutes later that Jongseob's elephant stomps sounded down the hall, nearing the living room and kitchen at high speed. Seconds later, a blur of orange and white launched himself over the back of the couch. As she expected, it was Jongseob with that freshly showered glow, damp hair, and a white towel hanging around his shoulders.

Her amused gaze clashed with his, and though his face was pressed into a deadpan, she saw the glimmer in his irises. He told her, "We're watching Star Wars."

Yn grinned. "Deal's a deal, kid."

Right on cue, Shota came sliding into the living room with his dampened locks tied up and out of his face with a Hello Kitty hair tie he no doubt found in the drawers of the bathroom. She wondered how he found stuff like that, stuff that she had ditched so long ago when she was much younger. She raised her eyebrows at him. “I’m starting to think that neither of you actually use soap when you shower.”

“I’m productive when I’m given motive,” Shota replied, collapsing onto the couch next to Jongseob. She could already hear the tell-tale explosion of sound that was the Star Wars main theme.

It was several hours later when dinner was eaten, dishes were washed, and the lot of them were one and a half Star Wars movies in that Yn stared at her notifications again. Intak hadn't sent anything else since those last messages, and there was a distinct feeling of guilt stewing in the back of her brain. At this point, it overpowered any feelings of annoyance or bitterness from the other day's incident. It was always at evening hours when the overthinking started.

Intak had been good to her thus far, though, and it wasn't fair that she took out her annoyance on him. He had done nothing bad—a part of her countered with “yet.”

She could see the start of his messages: That photo's like half your face dude… I've got to go to a dance lesson though so…

It was all completely harmless, and yet, her heart pounded in her chest from not being able to fully read his reaction to her face reveal. Of course she cared what he thought. She chalked it up to the fact that Intak himself was a pretty face, and it was perfectly normal to be self conscious.

Yn raised her head for a moment when she caught a flash of quick movement from the TV, then felt a pair of eyes on her.

While Shota was curled up at the far end of the couch, Jongseob was seated next to her and saw who's messages sat at the top of her screen. The two of them connected gazes; he said nothing, showed nothing.

A different type of guilt rushed into her head.

Jongseob turned back to the screen, and she was back to square one.

The house was quiet by the time Yn tucked her friends beneath quilts on the couch. Her mom had come home sometime between Return of the Jedi and The Phantom Menace, then crashed immediately after disappearing into her room, leaving Yn to haunt the hallways of her house in the dark and silence by herself.

She perched on the edge of her bed with the light of her phone screen illuminating her face. There were those unread messages at the top of her screen again, yelling at her to just take a peak. There was no harm in seeing what he said—but there was. He would see the Read sign beneath his messages and think the worst.

With nothing else stopping her but her own thoughts, she tapped the notification.

The text chain opened up before her in full. There was nothing out of the ordinary, as she expected. He was just being his bright, sweet self here. Her lips pursed into a slight smile as she read over his sappy talk at the end; it was appreciated though.

But now it was a matter of replying.

He probably thought she was busy all day again, but the guilt of “punishing” him for something that people from his community did and not him personally was eating her up inside.

“Ahem.”

She stopped, eyes widening as her head shot up like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. A drowsy Jongseob stood in her doorway with his eyes at half-mast and his mouth widened in a yawn. Sometimes she forgot that her friend was still a kid—that they were all just kids. “Hey,” she whispered to him. “Did I wake you up or something?”

He shook his head and suddenly looked a lot more awake. “The text messages you got earlier,” he drawled, inclining his chin at her phone.

“Oh.” She glanced down at the screen, then back up at him. “Seob, I—”

“He's gonna hurt you, Yn.”

Her chest felt so hollow all of a sudden. What?

He folded his arms in front of himself, cupping his palms under his elbows. Jongseob's eyebrows furrowed together as if in thought or in an attempt to look firm. “He's gonna hurt you like Jae did.”

No, the hollow feeling was because her heart fell into the pit of her stomach. Everything felt like it was falling out from under her with that statement. Yn said slowly, gently, “Jongseob, Jae didn't mean to hurt us. He didn't mean to get sick. He couldn't control it, Seob. You know that that's not fair.”

Sometimes it was hard to not let the anger seep through into blame and misunderstanding. That was just the grief talking. When those thoughts resurfaced, it was just as difficult to deal with the resulting guilt of ever blaming them later on.

Losing someone was just devastating.

Jongseob sniffled though, and she backtracked on her previous thought. But this wasn't that, was it? “Yeah, well—it seems whether they do it on purpose or not, that's all they do up there: hurt people.”

Her mouth felt so dry then, so helplessly wordless. Her throat was just as voiceless. These kids—her friends—had gone through all that pain just as she had. She couldn't blame them most of the time because she knew where they were coming from.

Jongseob poked his tongue in his cheek. “I know you miss him.”

Yn's fingers curled around the edges of her phone, like she could hold onto whoever was on the other side.

“I miss him, too,” he said.

A stinging sensation erupted in the corners of her eyes and she reached up to staunch the tears like they were cuts, and they were bleeding.

“But no matter their intention, a ghost can only haunt,” he muttered. He let that thought simmer for a second before citing his source, “Got that one off of Pinterest.”

The last comment made a laugh sputter out of her mouth, wet but touched. She sniffled at the same time he did. “I was gonna say,” she said, her voice watery, “when'd you get so smart?”

“I've always been smart,” he scoffed. He exhaled, still lingering on the threshold before waddling over to where she was perched on the bed. Awkwardly, he brought his arms around her upper body and gently patted her back. “Is this helping?”

Yn wrapped her arms around him to reciprocate. “Yeah.”

“Thank god.”

A ghost can only haunt. Maybe it was how fast it had all happened that none of them really got proper closure or got to say goodbye. They would never get a chance to see him ever again, to tell him they felt something for him close to love, and enjoyed his company despite his being from the Summit. There was no chance they'd be invited to the funeral, and there was little possibility of ever visiting his grave. There were only memories and a phone number.

One day he was here, and the next… well the next, Yn was texting Intak. Was this history repeating itself, or would this ending turn into a new beginning entirely?

When they both pulled back from their embrace, Jongseob poked her cheek. “You know I never know what to do when you cry, right?”

She reached up to swipe her palm across her dampened cheeks. “Yeah. You did good, kid.”

That made the corners of his mouth curl up a bit. “I just don't want this guy to be another reason you cry.”

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bleedingichorhearts · 1 month

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𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕾𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙:

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: So uh… how we doing today?

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Viață - Life (Romanian)

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TW // SMUT/NSFW, Language, Filth, Google Translation.

Returning home, I threw my keys onto the counter and started to take off my coat and placed it over the leather couch. Swiping up some mail from the same counter.

I sighed and started to flip through it. Stopping for just a second to take off my shoes, using the counter as support. I wondered where Amadeus was as he usually greeted me at the door like usual. His mock helmet nuzzling against the top of my head, brightening up my day just a little bit brighter when he would greet me so sweetly.

Placing the mail off to the side. I started to take off my shirt next. Figuring if I was alone I could partly streak my own home for a moment and gather my clothing back when I was done taking my planned shower.

Throwing my shirt off to the side, near the leather couch. I made quick work of my pants, unbuttoning them and throwing my pants off to the side on the couch too when I wiggled them off.

Taking the mail from the counter again. I slowly made my way down the hallway and passed a spare living room that I had to do a double take at. My heart jumping in my chest at the split second dark flash I saw until I realized it was just Amadeus.

A very, very needy looking Amadeus.

My god, wasn’t he a sight to see.

The curtains were closed blocking most of the sunlight, but there was this streak of light coming through, creating a god-like glow on his pale naked skin. His most prominent scar going across his chest lining up with the angled sun streak. His lean body leaning back on the love sofa. He huffed, his chest rising up in down quickly. His c*ck twitching against his body, producing some prec*m off the tip. Was he…?

Maybe that shower can wait.

Amadeus tried taking multiple cold showers, but it simply wasn’t enough for his heated skin. He doesn't know really why he was so hot, so needy. It wasn’t like him to be so sexually high. He tried taking care of his sudden erection, c*ming once, twice, then thrice by his hand, but it pained him more than anything, like he was endlessly edging himself. It just wasn’t enough for him. He needed something more.

His eyes snapped open when the scent of his viață mică reached his nose. His mouth falling open to capture more of her scent while he leaned forward on the sofa. His c*ck pulsing at the sight of his viață mică half naked at his waist.

He watched with half lidded eyes as she placed her hands on his thighs, slowly running her fingers up and down them as she cooed at him. Flushing her chest up against his c*ck. The skin against skin contact making his body ignite even more. A strangled groan rumbling through his chest while he clutched the sides of the sofa, creating an indent in them with his nails.

Throne, this is what he needed. He needed his viață mică to take care of him and his aching c*ck.

He felt like he was in paradise. The need was still strong, but it was pleasurable and it didn’t cause him much discomfort as it did with his hands.

He felt himself twitch, her hands taking the bottom of his length and slowly tracing his prec*m all the way up to his tip before her warm mouth opened up, cooing up at him before wrapping around him.

He nearly thrusted up into her mouth. Another groan falling from his lips, crushing the arm of the soft he gripped onto, by the Emperor.

Her tongue swirled around his tip. Then bobbed her head up and down. A sinful squelch sounding out. Her hands sliding up and down his V line and thighs. Throne, it was all too much, but it wasn’t enough at the same time. He needed more. He needed to be inside his viață mică.

Bringing his hand forward, he gently took her by the throat after she popped off his c*ck for a breath. Surprising his little bonded as she jumped in his hold while he came forward and pressed his lips against her swollen lips. Tasting his needy self on her tongue.

Slowly, he urged his little bonded down to the animal skinned rug beneath them. His lips slowly working his way down her body. Listening to how her breath hitched and her heart beat pick up its pace. His fangs itching to mark her up, to draw blood from that soft flesh of hers. To taste the sweetness of her blood and c*nt.

“Ești prea dulce pentru mine, viață mică(You are too sweet for me, little life.)” He groaned, kissing the inside of her thigh. Suckling a little there while he watched her squirm beneath his touches; his affections. “Dându-te mie.(Giving yourself to me.)”

“I-I hope that means you're enjoying yourself.” She stammered beneath him as he hummed, moving her panties to the side and wrapped his arms around her thighs. His hands softly pressing against her soft stomach, keeping her in place while his tongue slithered out of his mouth, pulling his little viaţă close, a squeak leaving her shuddering body.

Twisting and thrusting his tongue. He listened to the many pretty little noises his little viață made. Her thighs coming in and closing around his head as he ignored how his c*ck was aching for release. He needed to feast, to taste the sweetness before he would stuff his c*ck right inside of her tight c*nt.

He kept the top of her body still on the ground as she cried out. The rest of legs locking around his head as he let her ride out her climax on face. Lapping up anything her delicious, throbbing core would give him.

“Throne, Aș putea să te mănânc toată ziua.(I could eat you all day.)” He mumbled, dragging his lips back up his viață mică body. His hands dragging up the sides of her body and arms. Tugging off her bra while he was at it.

“I hope… you are paying for that.” She huffed, his lips meeting hers once more. His c*ck twitching underneath him while he dragged his hands up her arms, pinning them up above her head.

“Îți dau tot ce vrei, mica mea viață.(I give you everything you want, my little life.)” He spoke, nuzzling his little bonded head before dragging his lips down her face. “Ți-aș da orice de-al meu(I would give you anything of mine.)”

“Ți-aș da viața mea( I would give you my life.)” He admitted, vowed. Kissing her cheek bone. “Ți-aș da sângele meu.(I would give you my blood.)” He kissed her shoulder. “Fiii și fiicele noastre.(Our sons and daughters.)” He purred, running his fangs over her throat, making her shiver beneath him. “Viitorul nostru.(Our future.)”

She gasped beneath him. The simple noise pleasing his ears. His fangs drawing blood from her while he inched himself closer and closer to her tight core. A moan rumbling out of his chest.

He rolled his hips slowly; deeply. The unholy squelch of their hips coming together and their gasps and huffs staining each other’s heated skin. Bodies desperately trying to get closer to one another with each thrust, with each beat of their heart’s.

Truly, his little viaţă was too sweet to him.

Amadeus groaned, nearing his own climax after making his mica viata c*m multiple times on his c*ck before he did. The moon resting between the curtains now.

His lips rose off her skin to stop drinking from his little weakened viaţă, but her hand slid from his own, dragging up his arm and wrapping up and around his head. Threading her fingers through his hair before gripping at it, urging him to drink more.

A deep moan came out of his lips. His c*ck pulsing inside of her as he couldn’t help, but drink some more of her blood. Her whimpering command clear to him.

He didn’t stop when he climaxed himself, his hips slowly grinding back into his little bonded. His head lifting up from her shoulder to lap at the deep mark he created, making sure there wasn’t an ounce of wasted blood on her precious skin.

Throne, he wasn’t finished with his viață mică yet. He still has a lot more to give to his mica viata. He could feel it.

Though, he doesn’t really know what got into him, wanting to breed his mica viata, but he wasn’t really complaining if it had her yearning for him while he drank her sweet blood from her and f*cked her.

Touching his own head against her own. He kept moving his hips into her coated walls. Licking her blood off of his lips as he enjoyed the little sounds she gave him.

#warhammer 40k #space marine husbandry sentience #fanfiction #oneshot #x reader #reader insert #blood angel #oc: amadeus #mating press march #tw: yandere #tw: smut #non-canon? but like not #it’s resting between #I hope the translation was readable…#rip animal rug

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triplesilverstar · 4 months

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Drinks and a spit roast, sounds fun

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Vash X Wolfwood, Vash X F!Reader, Wolfwood X F!Reader, Vash X F!Reader X Wolfwood

CW: Drinking, anxiety, PDA, dirty dancing, grinding, P in V sex, blow jobs, spit roasts, Bathroom sex, slight voyeurism, deep throating, cum swallowing

Word count: Roughly 8K

A/N: Chapter 9, where the three of you are celebrating the fact you have a new job and Nicholas is switching to days instead of nights. I wonder if the three of you will have a good time or not.

As much as you might have felt uncomfortable waiting outside of a club for the other two to get out of the car, a throwback to what your Friday and Saturday nights had always entailed, being there with Vash and Nicholas had least helped settle your nerves.

Your last few days at your previous job had been similar to your first day after you gave your notice, with everyone except upper management giving you the cold shoulder. The cat calls outside the building however were gone, though that might have had more to do with the fact either Nicholas or Vash dropped you off or picked you up.

So now it was Friday, and the moment you had stepped inside the apartment while Nicholas parked his bike you saw Vash sitting on the couch with his tablet out and felt your nerves flood your system.

You must have made a noise as his face lifted from the screen in front of him, looking up in time to see your apprehensive face as you strode into the living room. “You know if you don’t want to go out tonight we don’t have to.” Closing the cover and quickly padding towards you and reaching out to cup your face in his palms. “I don’t want anyone uncomfortable just because I want us to go out.”

Your hands reach up to wrap around his wrists and smile at him in what you hope is reassuring. “It's not that I don't want to go Vash, it's just some hang-ups because of before. I really do want to go out tonight, you and Nico are so different from what I had before when didn’t have a real choice when I went out.” You don’t have to say anything more for Vash to understand what you mean, while you haven’t gone into a lot of detail the boys are pretty smart and don’t need you to spell it out for them.

Vash ducks his head down so his forehead is pressed against yours but he doesn’t do anything to either shake off your hands or remove them from his face. “You do now, and I don’t want you feeling like you have to come out with us. We can always celebrate your new job and Nico going to days here in the apartment.”

His eyes are searching as if he’ll make the decision to stay in and the slightest drop or sense of you not wanting to go out. “No Vash. It’s fine really!” You’re pleading into his face hoping your breath doesn’t smell like your lunch as you talk to him with so little distance between your faces. “If anything maybe I’m a little nervous about what to wear because it used to be picked out for me.” Giving a little chuckle as you turn your face away, aware of the heat rising on your cheeks.

“Well if you like I can help you pick something?” His voice is soft and you nod quickly, laughing a little as your head doesn’t move much with it still in Vash’s hands. “Let’s go see what’s in that wardrobe of yours sweetheart I know we can find something.”

A few hours later with supper in your stomach and the sun setting the three of you are climbing out of a cab, planned so that at the end of the night you don’t have to worry about Vash’s car. You don’t plan on getting drunk and neither do Vash or Nicholas but Nicholas was quick to point out this was the safest bet. Vash had tacked on he was just worried if they walked someone might hit on you with how sexy you looked which made you blush furiously.

Even if you thought the duo you were with were far better looking, Nicholas had pulled on a pair of black slacks with a white button-down shirt. One more button than was required was left undone as if to show off his chest which drew the eyes upwards to land on the leather choker he was wearing. You almost swooned in the apartment and you were hoping he’d leave it on for later because you were having dirty fucking thoughts about the tan man and using that choker like a collar.

Vash on the other hand had on a pair of jeans that you might have thought were made around his legs for how tight they were leaving nothing to the imagination with a red t-shirt and a black leather jacket. His hair pushed back from his face for once and styled in spikes that seemed to defy gravity. Honestly, if you thought Nicholas was going to be the death of you Vash in his outfit might be an image from the afterlife with a promise of all your desires filled.

So with a skirt from your closet that Vash had pulled out right away as a suggestion and a lacy top, you felt underdressed compared to your company. It might be you chasing others away from the duo instead of them chasing others since you doubt you’ll be the one being flirted with tonight.

Outside the cab and looking at the club that you’ve never been to with two ridiculously hot men has you feeling the nerves settle into your stomach again. It’s almost like Vash can sense your apprehension though, sliding his hand down your arm until his fingers are weaving between the smaller digits of your hand. “Come on Sweetheart, or our handsome Nico will leave us behind.”

Nicholas lets out an annoyed grunt, waiting for the two of you to join him before approaching the doors. “Funny Vash, real funny.” Waving his hand as if to say for Vash to lead your little party and you find one of your eyebrows quirking upwards. This club has a bouncer and a wait line to get in but Vash is heading right for the burly man, and your nerves come back in the form of your hand gripping Vash’s just a little tighter.

Stopping to look towards you and Nicholas who is close enough that you can feel the heat from his body against your back. “Something wrong? If you changed your mind we don’t have to go.” That reassurance of his is back and you let out a small airy laugh.

“No. Just nervous about the bouncer, pretty sure we should be heading for the back of the line.” At that Nicholas snorts, squeezing your bare shoulder.

“Trust me Little Bear, we’re getting in with no waiting. When you travel with us you get in no problem.” A wink and you want to roll your eyes, not feeling any better about what is going to happen but you trust the two of them. You’re going to enjoy telling them you told them so as Vash heads towards the door again.

And you feel even more awkward when the bouncer reaches down to undo the snap of the rope that serves as a barricade with nothing more than a nod to Vash. Well and a poorly veiled sneer at Nicholas behind you.

In all your life even with the so-called prestige that came with Henry you’ve never just walked into a club before. “What was that about?”

“Rai-Dei and I used to work security jobs like this one together, so he might not like me but he’s not gonna make us wait in line.” Nicholas shrugged moving closer to you so you’d be able to hear him over the music that seeps from the walls just past the entrance that makes up the coat check.

“Oh, did you know he’d be working tonight?” Vash pats your arm as he slips away to turn in his jacket and you understand why, it’s already getting warm and you aren’t even in the main throng of bodies yet.

“Happy coincidence.” Nicholas winks at you and you know you’re shaking your head because that wink says it all. It’s a nice feeling though knowing they planned this at least a little more than just a random outing.

With Vash rejoining your little party of three made its way deeper into the club. Missing the way Nicholas dipped his head towards Vash as you walked just slightly ahead of them. “I have no idea how you get her in that skirt but fuck Vash.” Licking his lips as the fabric clung to your ass in a way that wasn’t helping his boner and he wished he had worn looser pants already. “It’s making it real hard to be a gentleman.”

With a smirk on his face, Vash tilted his head and licked the edge of Nicholas’s ear playfully well aware anyone could see them. “I thought by now you’d know I have a way of making things happen.” Ever since Nicholas had made the comment about the skirt in the apartment Vash was bound and determined to get you in it for them. “And I know the feeling. I want to find a dark corner and just have her.”

“So what are we doing?” The sound of your voice pulls their attention back to you and away from the thoughts swirling in both of their heads about your lovely curves.

“Drinks first?” Vash is quick to answer with a dazzling smile that charms you, never once thinking the blond might be up to something. With the throng of people at the bar Vash leans down to kiss the side of your mouth as Nicholas agrees. “You and Nico go grab a table, doesn’t make sense for the three of us to wait at the bar.” Plus Vash doesn’t need you seeing him or Nico getting preferential treatment at the bar because there's no way they won’t recognize their boss's twin.

“Come on Little Bear.” Nicholas has his hand resting on your hip tapping a pattern to the beat and aiming for calming you. You might not have talked about it but he knows why you’re skittish, the fear of seeing someone from your old friend group coming and making trouble for you. When Vash had made the suggestion he had done a little bit of online stalking to see where the asshole of a boy that was your ex liked to go. “I see a table that should put a skip in Vash’s step.”

You chuckle as your hand lands on his and the coarse feeling of his fingers under yours. “Is there anything that doesn’t put a skip in his step?” It’s a valid question as the blond always seems to be a in good mood. Like he’s just high on life.

“Not that I’ve seen!” Letting Nicholas guide you to the table and you do your best to keep smiling and not letting your eyes dart around the room like a wild animal. You don’t have any reason to be this nervous, placing your hand on the table and hoping it hides the twitch of your fingers. The table isn’t far from the dance floor and you wonder if the duo likes to dance, Vash seems to be the type with his outgoing personality but Nicholas strikes you as the type that if he can it’s not something he does often. If at all.

“This place is nice.” You’re trying to make small talk and Nicholas must sense you’re not feeling like yourself as he moves closer to you and keeps an arm around the small of your back. Nicholas does this for the dual purpose of physical comfort and he could already see a few wandering eyes running up and down your body, you might not have agreed to date them yet but he sure as hell isn’t letting anyone else touch you in that damn skirt that makes your butt look like a present.

“Yea, it’s not too big and it’s got a good layout for having a drink or two and maybe a little dancing.”

“Oh?” You smile feeling part of his words rumble from his chest. “Does that mean you and Vash are gonna go be the center of attention?”

“Not me, but I get the feeling Vash will want to dance and it’s probably gonna be with you.” Dipping his head down for a chaste kiss to the edge of your cheek. “No way we’re leaving you all by your lonesome for someone to sweep you off your feet.” Winking at the end as he teases you.

“Drinks!” You almost jump at how quickly Vash was at the bar, with a small tray in hand and three drinks on it. You could laugh at the neon drink that has to be for Vash as Nicholas reaches for his whiskey and you reach for your own preferred drink. Taking a sip and enjoying the slight burn on your tongue.

It isn’t long before the three of you fall into much easier conversations about the week as your first round goes down, Nicholas slipping away and returning just in time with the second round for the three of you as you finish the last few drops from your first.

You don’t want to say it’s cozy but it is nice to be out with the two of them away from the apartment now that you don’t feel as tense. It’s the same conversations you’d be having if you were home in your lounge clothes on the couch, well minus the raised voices over the music. Or how warm your body feels and you aren’t sure if it’s from the heat in the club with Vash and Nicholas each on one side of you or from the booze in your system.

Lifting your glass Vash leans down as you take another mouthful of your drink and with the noise his lips are right against your ear. “Come dance with me?” Well, he didn’t need to get that close but you understand why with the way he whispered it against the skin, his upper lip brushing the shell of your ear and it sends a shudder through you.

Taking a bigger swallow for that hit of liquid courage that you might not need after the first drink you look to Nicholas to see him leaning on the small bar table with a nod. Sometimes you think those two can talk without ever opening their mouths. Damn, that tanned man for being right about Vash wanting to dance with you though. “I’m not very good.” Your voice is a little louder to be heard over the music and it might be lost but you’re certain of the waiver in your words compared to moments before.

“I don’t care, I just wanna dance with you and make a scene.” That doesn’t give you the warm and fuzzies but you slip your hand into his and let him lead you both to the floor while Nicholas watches with his whiskey in hand.

Vash doesn’t tug you far before his steps slow and he's turning towards you and starts to move, far smoother than anyone else you’ve ever seen. It’s obvious immediately that the blond likes to dance as he moves, and you’re certain if anyone is watching they can pick up how awkward you feel. At least until Vash places his hand on your hip and moves in closer. “Just follow my lead if you feel comfortable.”

Well, it’s not really following as he moves your body so subtly that it looks as if you are moving in time to the music with Vash. Either way, you find the anxiety that was bubbling inside of you slipping away as the music beats around your body. The bass drum in the music makes your chest thrum with the sound as it seems to vibrate through your muscles right down to your bones. It’s a feeling you don’t mind once in a while compared to having it every weekend. You do have to give it to the blond, he really is good at this switching his movements as the songs change. His hands wander along your body it isn’t long until your doing the same in smaller movements.

Eventually, you let yourself go and just move in time to the music, which isn’t hard to do with Vash in front of you. Those bright blue eyes watch your every movement and like this, you don’t miss every micro expression on his face. The widening of eyes when your hands get a little daring on his body, the flare of his nostrils when the scent of your perfume wafts towards him from someone walking close by. The quick bite of his lower lip when your thigh brushes his crotch and you feel the boner he’s sporting, that really makes you smile and boosts your confidence.

Back at the table, Wolfwood is enjoying the show. Of course, Vash would move the two of you so that one of the overhead lights would illuminate you both as you moved, painted in the changing neon colors. Taking smaller and smaller sips of his drinks as Vash’s long fingers trailed along your body Wolfwood found it easy for the world to wash away, like your twisting bodies was a show that was being put on just for him in the comfort of the apartment. The reminder of the night that you and Vash first gave him a double blow job wasn’t helping the tightness he was feeling around his waist. Vash knew how to play him well and with you added in it just got him riled up faster. He was already looking forward to when the three of you would head back to the apartment as he wanted to leave both of you panting messes in his bed too exhausted to move in the morning. It made his head swim thinking of the little noises both of you would make and his cock throbbed wanting more than the fabric of his underwear and the cool feeling from his zipper pressed against it.

Wolfwood was glad that the music was pounding when he lets out a groan at the sight of Vash squeezing one of your ass cheeks in his hand. Fuck. At this rate when you came back from the dance floor he was going to need to slip off to get some relief at this point or he wasn’t even going to make it home.

Tossing the rest of his drink back his dark eyes settled back on the two of you just as Vash turned his head just enough for their eyes to lock.

Shit.

If Vash knew he had a captive audience he was going to run with it. Licking his lips as he started being a little more free with his hands on your body and moving his limbs in a way that left Wolfwood finding it hard to swallow. You’re obvious to the little show with your back to him and facing Vash, practically riding his thigh under his direction and from the way Vash is grinning Wolfwood has a feeling you’re as turned on as he is right now. So when you suddenly turn with your fingers in your hair and Vash pulls you against his chest Wolfwood lets out another groan as the light makes him think of all the sinful things he wants to do to you. Your skirt having ridden and he could see the briefest flash of the top of your stockings.

As you and Vash keep moving you feel like Vash is up to something as his touches seem more deliberate now, and your body is humming with your growing arousal. Like this, you can smell his skin and your bodies are close enough that there is always some part of you touching each other.

“Do you trust me, sweetheart?” Nipping your ear as he whispers the question in time to giving your ass a squeeze so your crotch rubs harder on his leg. At this point, your panties are beyond damp and you regret letting Vash pick out a skirt for you. He hasn’t made any kind of move to slip below the fabric but you’re starting to feel like you’re at a dangerous point where you want him to. The idea of him fingering you while on the dance floor has another wave of wetness pooling between your legs.

“Of course.” You’re honest in your answer as you do trust Vash, he’s been a beyond caring friend and you’re ready to commit to a relationship with the two. Planning to tell them so be it tonight if you aren’t too drunk or in the morning, after this week of all the consideration they’ve given you and your workplace drop-offs and pick-ups.

He grins, turning your body so your back is flush to his chest and his crotch so he can grind against you. “Our handsome Nico can see us. I think~” Letting his voice drag out the word as if he’s singing it. “He’s as hot and bothered as we are.” Using his head against the side of yours he guides you until you see the table you left him behind, and you make a noise at the sight of him. It could be the heat from the club or the way the lights are, but you’re certain there’s a sheen of sweat at his hairline and his chest is heaving.

You let out a hum hoping Vash can hear it as you feel a little mischievous, rubbing your hands down your chest in what you hope is a sultry fashion. Seeing the visible swallow from Nicholas at this distance makes you feel braver than normal. “How long have we been out on the dancefloor?”

“Almost an hour.” You can’t hide the sudden jerk of your body as you hadn’t expected that answer. No wonder you feel as aroused as you do if you and Vash have been touching each other like you have been for that long. The alcohol in your system has nothing to do with the warmth you’re feeling then.

“Well, I think I’d like to head home or find somewhere to fuck my boyfriends.” Giving your hips a shake as you speak and you don’t miss the moan he barely bites back, waiting for your words to sink in.

“I mean I can think of somewhere.” Turning you so you’re chest to chest again you don’t miss the gleam in his eyes that tells you he heard exactly what you said. “As much as I like the idea of fucking my girlfriend with my boyfriend in a bed, I don’t think we’ll make it. Feel like you wanna try something a little riskier?”

Hearing him call you his girlfriend should not make you feel as giddy as it does with a fluttering in your stomach as your hands move up to land on his shoulders. “As long as we don’t end up in jail, yes.” Lowering his head to nip at your lips before giving you a quick kiss no doubt pleased with your answer.

“Then let's go grab our handsome man.” You laugh at how quickly Vash slips his fingers into yours and starts pulling you behind him and it's a lot faster than when you headed for the dance floor.

“For the record, you're just as handsome.” That gets you a wink once you're out of the mass of bodies and moving a little faster to keep up with Vash. Not that you can blame him because now you're feeling a high from the declaration and part of you is curious about what Vash has in mind by something riskier .

“My my, I see the two of you look like you had fun.” This close there is no doubt that Nicholas is flustered from having watched both of you. His drink is gone and even with the lighting in the club, you can see how jagged his pupils are. The flick of his tongue across his lips and you find yourself hyper-focused on the wet muscle, and decide to do something a little rash.

For you anyway.

With Nicholas leaning on the table you don't have as much of a height difference to worry about, slotting your mouth over his for a kiss taking the time to nibble on his lower lip before pulling back. “Not as much as we would have had if you were with us, Nico.”

Of course, Nicholas doesn't miss a beat and like Vash doesn't give a shit if anyone is watching you. His hand reaches for the back of your head to pull you back to him for a lingering kiss with a hard pressure against your lips that leaves you weak in the knees and you might have crumbled if it wasn't for Vash at your back. A small mewl leaves you when Nicholas pulls back with a shit-eating grin.

“Wanna tell me what that was about?” You feel giddy as you watch him, not missing the way his eyes dart down to your lips as if he wants to kiss you again.

“I think she just wanted to kiss one of her boyfriends.” Vash seems to have no qualms with stealing your thunder, and it's worth it to be this close to watch as understanding dawns on his stubble-encrusted chin.

“What he said.” You giggle feeling your cheeks grow even warmer, if this is how it feels to just agree to date them you can get used to the feeling. You've never felt your stomach and heart flutter like this before.

“I'd say you could have picked a better place to tell us Little Bear, but I guess that means we're heading home?” Vash leans past you to whisper something in his ear and you watch Nicholas gulp unsure if you actually heard it or it was in your head. “Are you sure?”

Something about the way he said it makes you raise an eyebrow until you feel Vash press more into you and the hard on he's been sporting since the two of you were on the dancefloor is firmly pressed against your butt.

“It's fine Nico~” Trailing a hand down your arm and you're quickly becoming distracted by the blond. “You worry too much, now come on. I can't wait much longer.” Grabbing the remains of his probably warm drink and finishing it in one go. Given your frugal nature you do the same since you know these drinks weren't cheap from the bar, wincing at the warm booze that hits your tongue making the flavor just a bit harsher.

“I shouldn't have done that.” You groan as you make a face, only for Vash to cup your cheeks between both of his palms.

“You're so adorable when you make that face!” Squealing a little before he has your hand in his again. “Now let's go my lovely partners because I want to fuck you. Right. Now.” All teasing in his voice is gone and while you're used to hearing that rasp from Nicholas, hearing it from Vash is making something inside of you quiver. Happy to let him lead you once more, and probably not for the last time that night.

Except as he leads you towards the bathrooms you feel yourself growing warmer for a whole different reason. “I’ll go check it out.” The music isn't as loud here so you aren't raising your voices, watching as Nicholas shuffles past you and heading into the men's room.

“Vash” you call, staring at the very obvious well-known sign for gendered washrooms making sure you don't look at him. “Did you mean what I think you meant on the dancefloor?”

“If you mean getting lucky in the bathroom? Yes.” Giggling and pressing the tip of his nose into the side of your face. “If you don't want to we can just go home, I feel risky but I don't want you to be uncomfortable.” His voice is soothing and you haven't felt like you would be forced to follow through anyway but him voicing it still makes your heart warm regardless.

“I.” You bite your lip before continuing because the truth is this is something you would have never thought of doing. Well. Before Nico and Vash you wouldn't have thought about being in a poly relationship or a threesome on a regular basis either yet here you are. “I really want to do this, it just seems so risky and that is making me giddy.” You admit laughing a little as you look at him at last seeing the warmth in his eyes.

“I know it seems silly, but that is what makes it fun.” Kissing the tip of your nose just as Nicholas reappears.

“If we're doing this, now is the time.” At least Nicholas is showing the same level of nerves as you which helps ease the little voice in your head. You don't question anything since it being proverbial clear might not last if you do. Sticking close to Nicholas as he heads in and heads for the last stall that's against the wall.

You expected it to be a little bigger being on the end but it's not and for the three of you it's some tight spacing. A single thought finally fires in your brain. “Ugh. Guys. Do we have condoms?” You might be down for this but if you don't have any condoms this was all a waste even if you don't know what kind of positions Vash had in mind but with the space you assume at least one of them was going inside of you.

Reaching into his pants pocket Vash pulls out two of them with a flick of his wrist. “I thought of that Sweetheart.” Giving you a wink.

“You were hoping for this weren't you?” Nicholas deadpans and you have to agree watching Vash turn a little sheepish.

“Can't say I didn't.” Laughing before growing serious. “I just like the idea of the added edge to the possibility of being caught. It makes it hotter.” You can't argue, and with Nicholas running his hand under the edge of your shirt and his crotch pressed into your backside it does add to it. Knowing someone could come along at any moment while the three of you are being intimate.

“What are you thinking Vash?” His voice has that growl to it that makes your spine tingle and you clench with a small noise that has Vash looking at you like he's a wolf and you're little red riding hood.

“Well, since she's dating both of us I was thinking both of us inside of our little girlfriend if we're all up for that? If not, the usual?”

You don't wait, piping up right away. “Usual. No offense but I'm not ready for anal.” Blushing furiously because thus far the three of you haven't had anything involving you and your other opening. “I've never done anything with it.”

“That's fine Little Bear.” Nicholas bends his knees so he can brush his lips over the side of your face. “This isn't the place for new stuff, but if you want we can start with baby steps regarding that.”

“So, you in me and me in our lovely lady?” Vash is wiggling his eyebrows handing one of the condoms to Nicholas.

“Yea sounds good.” You can hear the grin in his voice and he takes the wrapper. Vash wastes no time undoing his pants and pushing the fabric down with his boxers so his cock can spring free. Sliding the condom on and reaching to pull you towards him. You’re happy to meet his lips as you wrap your fingers around him, pumping him as he starts to lick at your mouth wanting more.

Only for a growl of annoyance to ring out from behind you. “Fuck. I ripped it.”

Both you and Vash stop, with you turning your head to see Nicholas holding the ripped package. “You used your teeth again didn’t you?” This time it’s Vash who makes the deadpan statement and you roll your eyes. Sometimes Nicholas just tries too hard to be sexy with things. “Guess we are heading ho-”

“I could always suck you off while Vash pounds me in this skirt?” Cutting Vash off while you keep pumping him letting your eyes trail down Nicholas’s chest to where his pants are open and his hand is at the base of his dick. It doesn’t matter how many times you see it, his length still makes you shake knowing that something that size could be attached to a person. Reaching out to replace his hand and slowly pumping him, rubbing your thighs together to try and find some relief.

“Fuck that.” Licking his lips while his hips stutter to thrust up into your hand you get the feeling he’s way more turned on than you thought. “That sounds hot.” One of his palms on the side of your face and tilting you more towards him and kissing you, the smaller space ensuring it’s a short distance to either man. “I don’t think you’re going to enjoy it too much though. That’s a lot of bending.”

“Don’t care, I wanna fuck my boyfriends and we’re already this far into it.” Nipping at his top lip before letting out a moan. Not wanting to be outdone Vash has lifted your skirt higher along your thighs and two of his fingers are sliding along the folds of your pussy. Your underwear pushed to the side with his thumb.

“Nico, she’s soaked. You should feel her.” Vash has his body pressing more into your side, his other hand over yours and slowing the movement of your fingers along the length of his cock. Squeezing your hand in his so you feel every vein and bump under the condom. Gasping as one of Nicholas’s fingers joins Vash’s tracing along your folds.

“Damn, you’re so wet.” Kissing you again like he’s a dying man and you shudder, the pumping of your hands halting as the three fingers slip into your core. Twisting and turning as they stretch you out and Vash is whispering in your ear his voice low.

“Such a naughty little thing, your pussy is trying to suck our fingers in.” Lowering his head to kiss and suck at the side of your neck while Nicholas is sliding his tongue along your bottom lip. Wanting a far deeper kiss you’re quick to grant, plunging his tongue along yours in time to his finger. “Like it wants something so much bigger in you. Pounding away until you can’t stand anymore.” Groaning as he drags his teeth upwards towards your ear and curls his fingers while Nicholas keeps pumping away. “Come for me Sweetheart and I’ll give you something bigger to clamp on, you needy little thing.”

Both of your wrists jerk when Nicholas adds a second finger and you feel your cunt clamp down on their fingers inside of you. Spasming as another flood of liquid pours from your core onto their joined fingers, Nicholas pulls away to grin while Vash laps at the red marks along your neck from his teeth. “Such a good girl. Do you want your reward my pretty little girlfriend?”

“Uh-huh.” You’re whispering as you try to catch your breath, your hands no longer wrapped around their cocks, not wanting to squeeze either of them too hard. Whimpering as their fingers are pulled from your body, and Nicholas holds both of his out in front of your mouth. You get the idea opening your mouth to clean them of your release but Vash is a bit faster shoving both fingers to the first knuckle into his mouth and sucking like it’s the most divine thing he’s ever tasted.

“That wasn’t for you.” The smallest hint of annoyance in his voice as Vash slides off his fingers with a pop before making a show of licking his fingers off.

“I just have a better way to let her have a taste.” Slotting his mouth over yours for a sloppy open-mouth kiss, tongues teasing one another as you taste yourself before sucking on the tip of his tongue. All the while Nicholas is groaning with the few in front of him, darting in at one point to add to the mess the three of you are making.

Breathless you pull away licking your lips and smacking them together. “Please.” Softly whining as your fingers trail along their chests. “I need both of you. Now.”

“Well Nico, you heard the lady and I do believe it’s rude to leave such a lovely one waiting.” Placing his hands on your hips and turning you to face Nicholas while he hikes your skirt a little higher. “Damn, you look lovely like this Sweetheart.” Slapping one of your ass cheeks before spreading your legs so he can better position both of you.

Licking your lips you reach for Nicholas, placing your hands on his thighs and leaning down feeling the pressure in your back already as you start to lean forward onto your toes inside your shoes. It’s a little awkward as you use one hard to start to stroke him while the other is trying to support your weight, but seeing that first bead of pre cum on his tip has you groaning. Licking it up and letting out a small hum.

“Try to keep it down Little Bear.” Nicholas groans as his cock throbs wanting to push into your mouth already. To be able to see both you and Vash while Vash fucks you and your lips are wrapped around him knowing every thrust Vash makes into your body will have you taking more of his cock down your throat.

“You can give me something to keep me quiet.” Teasing Nicholas as you start to lick up and down his shaft while Vash makes a few more adjustments to the way your legs are spread, lining himself up before giving your butt another slap.

“Ready Sweetheart?” A quick question and you respond by rolling your hips back trying to get the tip of his cock inside your folds. “Well, Nico you better get ready to keep her quiet.” Slowly pressing himself inside your pussy until his tip was firmly past the lips of your cunt, Vash snapped his hips forward plunging into your core. Letting out a whine at the sudden fullness only to have one of Nicholas's hands quickly cover your mouth.

“Damnit Vash.” A groan from Nicholas at the blond antics and you can't help but run your tongue along his palm against your lips and give his cock a squeeze hoping he'd get the hint. Vash for the first few moments just enjoys the way your walls press against his length, the position and the cramped space doesn't allow for him to go as deeply as he would have liked. Yet the view more than made up for it, licking his lips as Nicholas moved his hand and you started placing kitten licks along the other man's dick. Seeing the way Nicholas would freeze for a moment before relaxing as you worked, sliding the hand that had been over your mouth back and up into your hair. The strands loosely held in his grip as the sound of wet skin on skin reached his ears had Vash grinning. This was what he wanted, both Nicholas and you being with him something he hadn’t realized he had wanted until you waltzed into the apartment. Now you were dating both of them and he felt content, humming as his hands swept along your hip and lower back waiting for you to adjust to him.

As the grip on his cock lessened Vash set a leisurely pace plunging in and out of your core, waiting for you to start to suck Nicholas off before really getting into it.

Feeling as Vash slowly fucked your core a warmth started to spread more through you a line of sweat forming along your back as you started to slide your hand along Nicholas’s length in time to the pace that was Vash was pumping inside of you. Licking and sucking at the skin of his dick as your hand passed sections of him, using the tip of your tongue to trace a prominent vein up to the head of his cock and letting out a small hum. At the briefest tug to your hair you look up to see Nicholas biting his lip and his eyes hooded as he watches you. Still looking at him you start to lick his tip as if you’re licking an ice cream cone and trying to keep the liquid from dripping down to your fingers. Swirling your tongue around him and letting out small breathy moans as Vash adds in the occasional sharper pump to keep you from getting too comfortable.

As Nicholas lets out a louder groan that if anyone else is in the bathroom there is little doubt about what’s happening in the last stall you wrap your lips around him and start to suck. “Fuck!” The result is almost immediate as about a third of his length is shoved into your mouth and his other hand settles in your hair. You’re glad you’ve had a lot more practice sucking him off since the first time because you might not have been able to handle the way he stretches your lips. Hollowing your cheeks as you start to bob up and down, and breathing through your nose while sliding your hand around the rest of him and twisting your wrist near his base before sliding back up. It’s hard to focus on keeping your hand and mouth working in tandem as Vash starts to pick up speed, that hand that had been on your hip sliding along your thigh and two of his fingers starting to fondle at your clit.

The buzzing at the base of your skull grows stronger as you work to take more of Nicholas’s cock into your mouth, almost at the halfway point. Feeling the snap of Vash’s hips against your own is helping as you relax your throat and breathe through your nose moaning from the onslaught of Vash in your slick channel and smelling the sweat in the dark hairs around Nicholoas’s base.

Squeezing your walls tighter as Vash starts to jackhammer into you chasing his release before you hear him let out a whine. “Nico, kiss me~” Damn that whine gets you, clenching like a vice around him as his fingers dance across your clit. A chuckle from above you and you don’t care to stop trying to take more of dick hitting the back of your throat as one of those rough hands leaves the side of your head. Feeling both of them throbbing and twitching as they fuck you, and in this moment you couldn’t be happier, the sound of moans as Nicholas probably tongue fucks Vash’s mouth above you.

The noise you make as Vash pinches your clit and your orgasm slams through you like a freight train, locking your jaw to try and not bite down on the cock in your mouth. Humming as your body relaxes and a feeling of euphoria floods through your system.

Vash is still jackhammering away, pulling away from Nicholas with a thin string of saliva connecting them above you. “Fuck, I’m gonna blow Nico~” A crimson blush to put a rose to shame breaks out across his face as his hips slam into you and have you choking on Nicholas and moaning like you’re having the time of your life. “She’s so tight like she wants to drain my balls in that pretty little pussy of hers.” Hissing as he slams hard into you once more and throws his head back biting his lip with enough force to draw blood as he cums violently inside the condom wrapped in your tight heat.

That final slam of Vash’s hips has your nose brushing against the hairs around Nicholas’s base and the smell of him has you squeezing Vash hard enough that you might actually be trying to milk his cock. Knowing from the grunts in front of you that Nicholas is just as close you start to hum, vibrating along his cock and feeling drool slip past the corner of your lips.

To hear the door to the bathroom open. The three of you are surprised and you find yourself lifted upwards so your feet wouldn’t be visible under the door and your lips wrapped around Nicholas’s base as the rest of his cock has nowhere to go but down your throat.

Nicholas can’t help himself, feeling your lips and mouth convulsing around his entire length and he groans long and loud as his balls unload. Like this, the only thing you can do is try to swallow as best as you can in between breathing as the sound of footsteps seems to echo like a death march towards the three of you in the smaller space.

“Damn, whoever you have in there must be a hell of a fuck.” Called from the other side and you feel your face start to burn trying to ignore the sound of running away.

“I sure am~” Vash calls trying to keep his tone light and you swear you feel him throb again in your core. “Not every day you make your man moan like a whore.” You’re mortified while Vash is having a casual conversation with someone in a bathroom. While you’ve got Nicholas balls deep in your throat and just swallowed the largest load you’ve felt from the big guy while your feet are dangling off the ground held up by your thighs.

A whistle and you don’t miss what the guy says over the pounding in your head over your embarrassment but when the steps recede and the door opens and closes again you find your feet placed back on the ground and Vash slipping out of your core.

Slowly standing you reach up to wipe at your lips while Nicholas is working to clean around his balls from the amount of slobber you left on him before tucking himself back inside his pants. Turning to Vash you feel a little dizzy seeing him grin.

“Sweetheart.” He’s gentle as he grabs some toilet paper to dab under your nose. “That was the best bathroom sex I’ve ever had.” Giving a soft giggle before leaning in to kiss your forehead. “You had Nico’s cum dripping from your nose.”

Feeling yourself flush at that you look to the floor before chuckling. “Can we go home and fuck everywhere in the apartment. I don’t think I could handle someone else walking in on that.”

“Of course Little Bear. Just tell us you had as much fun as we did.” You just grin and Nicholas takes one of your hands to kiss the back of while Vash goes about trying to fix your skirt and underwear before the three of you take off.

“I’ve had the most fun tonight, and I can’t wait to keep having fun.” Slipping out of the bathroom is almost as easy as it was slipping in, and you can’t help but feel giddy as the adrenaline of what you just did courses through you. You can’t wait to get home and have the night continue, for now, you just need to survive the cab ride back.

At least you don’t have to worry about hiding a chub like your boyfriends. Damn, you feel bad for whatever cab driver stops for the three of you tonight.

Chapter 8

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The Fire In Your Eyes

part V: horseshoe overlook i

pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!reader

word count: 15.3k

summary: your leg feels better, and everyone's spirits are higher in the new camp. You set out to explore Valentine, and find yourself in dangerous situations more often than not. So much for lying low. You realize that you have a bad habit of lying to yourself.

a/n: we're back bitches! But seriously, can't thank you guys enough for all the love and support this last week. I've been trying to be open to keep you guys in the loop and we seem to be back on the right track now. So sorry that there was no upload last week, but hopefully reader's badassery and the fluff makes up for it <3 They're fools, but they figure it out soon enough, the slow burn is worth the wait, I swear it. And lastly only half of this was beta read and I'm too sleepy to do the rest myself so lets just both pretend that there's no errors, thank you, love y'all

warnings: gore, violence, fighting, harassment, held up at the bar by a creepy guy, tw, nightmares, trauma

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Sweat drips down your forehead despite the chilly temperature as you strain, pulling the final piece of canvas over your A-frame tent. Once it’s secured to the ground properly, you sigh, and wipe the sweat from your brow.

About five minutes after the wagons rolled into Horseshoe Overlook, Miss. Grimshaw had started whipping you and the other girls into work. While Grimshaw harassed you and the others, Dutch had given a big, charismatic speech, urging everyone to lay low and bring in money. Lenny and Micah still aren’t back from scouting, and the whereabouts of Sean and Mac are still unknown, but the spirits are higher than they’ve been in a long while. The new camp is perfect. The sun is warm, the breeze carried down by the mountains is refreshing and god- the nature. You’d missed this spot. Deer and rabbits run through the woods, passing through wildflowers and bushes of berries, surrounded by swaying trees and soothed by the sound of the Dakota River. It's a perfect spot, thanks to you. It’s only a few minutes' ride to Valentine as well, a small, rough town filled with livestock, working girls and drunkards. You haven’t had a chance to leave camp yet, as you’ve been working round the clock to get everyone’s tents set up. You saved yours for last, making sure that all the other gang members are comfortable before you worry about your own living arrangements. You’re just finishing your tent now, but for the past few days you’ve been sleeping on the ground next to Tilly and Marybeth. You’re grateful to have your tent back, although it’s a bit sad. Your belongings, what little you had, were all abandoned in Blackwater.

You step into your tent, massaging the tender skin of your thigh a little before sitting on your cot. The wound is healing just fine, but it still gives you some pain every now and again. As much as you’d like to lay back on your cot and rest your eyes, you know there's too much to be done right now. Everyone needs to be working their hardest if the gang is gonna get back on its feet. With a small sigh, you push yourself off the cot, adjusting your black hat before stepping out of the tent. Scanning the new camp, you see everyone busy. Arthur has gone off with Charles to hunt for some Bison, and the remaining gang members are all working. So when the sound of loud snoring reaches your ears, you scowl deeply. With determination in your stride, you walk past your tent, then Arthur’s, to the wagon sitting empty towards the back of camp.

As you step around it, you’re completely unsurprised to find Uncle, sitting on the ground, leaning against the wagon. He’s snoring loudly, his big belly rising up and down as alcohol scented slobber drips from his lip, down his white beard and lands on his red shirt. You roll your eyes, pissed off before ramming your boot into his leg.

“Get up, you old bastard, everyone is workin’. Except you of course.” You scowl, as the man jolts awake and springs up in front of you. His face is colored with shock and disbelief at your aggression.

“I- I have lumbago! Kickin’ an old man like that… didn’t anyone ever teach you to respect your elders? Damnit, I was thinkin’...” Uncle argues, defending himself.

You only chuckle, leaning back on your heels before resting your hand on Uncle’s shoulder.

“Well I’ll be damned, Uncle. I didn’t think you were capable.” You chastise, nose wrinkling at the smell of his union suit. Uncle looks even more offended, as his eyebrows pull together and he looks at you with a slack jaw.

“Oh, hush up, would ya? You’ve been hangin’ out with old Morgan too much. It’s made ya sour. Which is unbecoming of a woman such as yourself.” Uncle bites, gesturing to your body as he says the last part.

You squint your eyes, head cocking as you take a step towards Uncle, and he steps back.

“Sorry, what was that, Uncle? You need a reminder of what happened when Micah or Bill upset me?” You threaten, thinking back to their purple bruised cheeks after you’d knocked them out cold. You are not too ladylike to punch an old feller, not if he has it coming, anyway. Uncle puts his hands up in surrender, placating you as he chuckles.

“Now you wouldn’t go hittin’ an old man, would you? An old man with terminal lumbago…” He adds and your face draws up into a comical look of confusion and disbelief. Uncle is both the biggest fool, and the biggest dumbass you’ve ever met.

“I- lumbago ain’t terminal, you fool.” You say, tossing your arms up with a squint. It isn’t even worth talking to the lazy man. Your hands grip onto your gun belt, and you shake your head.

“Hey Star! He botherin’ you?” Arthur calls from across camp. You turn to him, seeing he has just come back from hunting with a decent portion of meat for the stewpot tonight.

“Yes, Arthur. Yes he is.” You joke, partially. Arthur starts walking over, chortling to himself, and Uncle looks between the two of you.

“Oh come on now! We was just foolin!” Uncle yells out.

Arthur stands at your side, a cigarette between his lips. He’s cleaned up since Colter, taken a bath and trimmed his beard to a neater state. Coming down from the mountains has done him good, and he seems to be in better spirits since Blackwater. Arthur talks through the side of his mouth, blowing smoke out from his lips as he does.

“Why don't you make yourself useful for once, come into town with us?” Arthur asks Uncle, who sighs and stretches his back.

“Suppose I could, well, if you lot need me.” Uncle says, sounding less than enthusiastic about the whole ordeal.

“Good! Go get the wagon ready then.” Arthur says charismatically. He slaps Uncle on the back as the older man walks away, mumbling under his breath.

Karen, Tilly and Marybeth have all been standing around their bedrolls, watching your conversation with bright eyes. Contrary to Uncle, they would do anything to get out of camp. They’ve been cooped up with Grimshaw for too long, and her bitter attitude has started to wear them down. When Uncle leaves, you notice the girls approaching and turn to them with a smile.

“You’re going to town, can we go?” Karen asks Arthur, smiling brightly before glancing to you with the same warm expression. Arthur hesitates, looking around camp a few times before sighing. He rests back on his heels, as if contemplating her request, and his tongue darts past his lips before he speaks.

“Can Grimshaw spare you?” Arthur asks, and all three girls’ smiles fall into sarcastic scowls before Karen breaks out into a chuckle. The blonde woman rolls her eyes dramatically, laughing as she pokes Arthur in the chest.

“What happened to you?! Three young ladies ask to ride with you, and you’re askin’ if we’re allowed ?! And here I thought you were some ladies man back in the day!” Karen argues, amused. Arthur scans the camp again before giving up, shrugging his shoulders and chuckling.

“Alright, fine, but don’t start no trouble.” He yells after them as they run to the wagon Uncle is getting ready. Then Arthur looks back to you. He takes the cigarette from his mouth, holding it between his fingers as his ocean colored eyes search your face. Coming down from the mountains and into the sun has earned him a few freckles, and you trace the constellation-like patterns with your eyes for a moment before schooling yourself.

“Ladies man, huh, Arthur?” You chuckle, crossing your arms over your chest to help with the chill of the air. Arthur only chuckles, shaking his head before diverting your question.

“You uh- You comin’ along?” Arthur asks, scratching the back of his neck before taking a long drag from his smoke. You can’t help but smirk at him, looking up to his face.

“That a formal invitation?” You kid with him.

“Well yeah, if you ain’t too busy for us low lives that is.” Arthur jokes, and you shove him in the direction of the wagon. Your little push doesn’t even move the rock solid mass of a man, but he walks with you nonetheless.

“Yeah I'll come along.” You say with a sweet smile. When the girls see you approaching they start to hoot and holler, and you smile at their excitement.

“We finally get to go out and about with you!” Marybeth yells, clapping excitedly. The girls are all sitting in the back of the wagon on the bench seats, and Uncle is just starting to climb up into the passenger seat on the wagon bench.

“Uncle!” Arthur yells, approaching the wagon with you at his side, “Get in the back!”

Uncle turns towards you both with another dramatic look of shock. He stutters and groans, placing his foot back on the ground before scoffing.

“Why?!”

“If I gotta drive this thing I sure as shit ain’t sittin’ by you.” Arthur responds, running his hand along the side of the wagon as he passes it, climbing into the driver's seat. Uncle scoffs again, and mutters something about ‘disrespectful youngsters’ before climbing into the back with the girls. You’re not exactly sure where to sit, and you hesitate for a moment before Arthur pats the bench beside him. With a crooked smile, you climb up and sit on the wooden bench next to him.

Arthur picks up the reins, clicking to the horses for them to pick up speed. Uncle had picked out two suffolk punch horses to drive the wagon, and they make a nice strong pair, pulling it out of Horseshoe. Even though he’s not riding, Arthur keeps a soft hand on the reins, giving the horses leeway to do their job. You’re grateful to be getting out of camp, it's the first time you've been out since you’ve come down from Colter however many days ago. You look up to the sun, inhaling the scent of the woods deeply, and cherishing the songs of the birds. You've always loved nature, and you're glad to be out of that damn cabin.

“Why don’t you girls sing us a song?” Uncle suggests, and immediately Arthur whispers ‘oh, brother.’ You’re not sure why, until the girls giggle loudly and begin singing. You turn in your seat, looking back to them with bright pink cheeks.

“Oooohh, I got a girl in Berryville, she can't be screwed cause she’s too damn ill! So I don’t go down there no more, there's a blue horse laid outside her dooooor!” They all sing out, cackling and giggling in between breaths. You laugh a breathy chuckle, glancing to Arthur with wide eyes as they continue.

“Ohhh, I got a girl in Valentine! Likes to drink that fancy wine, the plume in her hat was two feet tall, the crack in her pants paid for it all!” They sing out again, and Tilly has to stop because she starts laughing too hard to continue the lyrics. Uncle is entirely pleased with their crass, though hilarious song, and Arthur has a little smile on his face.

“Don’t care for this song?” Arthur asks, leaning over towards you with a throaty chuckle. Your cheeks are still red as you respond.

“If I sang this song, I think my daddy’d roll over in his grave, Arthur. Hell, my pa would have killed me if I sang somethin’ so crass.” You laugh, telling the truth.

Arthur lightly taps the reins down over the horses, urging them to cross the railroad tracks. Marybeth messes up the chorus, and all three girls erupt into chuckles. But you’re no longer focused on them, instead your eyes are fixated on the stagecoach ahead that seems to be swerving all over the road. Your eyebrows pull together, making a familiar little crease in between your eyebrows as your hand darts over to nudge Arthur.

“Look at that coach…” You whisper, and Arthur looks up.

The coach swerves off the side of the road, into a patch of grass just as both shire horses break free from the coach. You gasp, watching on as a man jumps down from the driver's seat. He manages to grab the bay shire horse, but the gray one bolts, rearing up before galloping off towards the rocky hills. Arthur taps the reins again, pushing the horses to catch up to the coach. The singing has stopped completely, and Tilly speaks up from behind you.

“Someones gotta help him get his horse back!” Tilly gasps, looking between you, Arthur and Uncle. Arthur pulls the wagon off the road, and you start to stand up.

“I’ll help him.” You say, looking after the poor, scared horse. He could be hurt, and you want more than anything to go help.

Arthur rests two fingers on your knee, pushing you lightly back into your seat. You draw your brows together before he speaks up.

“You just rest that leg for now, I got this.” Arthur nods to you, and you sigh, but agree. He hops down off the wagon, and jogs up to speak with the stage driver.

“You just rest that leg for now, I wanna impress you with my horse taming skills.” Karen mocks, chuckling and poking at you. With wide eyes you turn around.

“Karen!” You chastise, cheeks bright, “It ain’t- it ain’t like that.” You stutter, eyes moving back to Arthur. He’s approaching the horse now, holding his hands out steady and cooing to the scared animal.

“Oh sure it ain’t.” Karen pokes again, but this time you ignore her jokes, focused on the situation at hand. Arthur takes a few slow steps toward the gray horse, and once he gets close enough, he grabs onto the horse’s headstall. The girls behind you clap and hoot, calling after Arthur for being such a gentleman. He brings the horse back, walking and patting the shire the whole way back until he is safe within the hands of his owner. The man thanks Arthur, and tries to give him some money, but Arthur denies it and walks back towards the wagon.

“No worries mister, I was just tryin’ to impress the ladies!” Arthur hollers over his shoulder to the stage driver before climbing back up next to you.

“You mean the lady!” Karen pokes again. They all giggle, and Arthur looks back to them, and then to you, as you hold the bridge of your nose, jaw set in annoyance.

“What? Whatchu goin’ on about?” Arthur asks, confused on the situation. You hold your hand up to Karen, signaling her to cut it out, but of course she doesn’t.

“We ain’t blind, Star. Seeing a whole lot clearer than you two anyhow.” Karen adds before surrendering, her hands up.

You turn back towards the road, shaking your head and sighing before crossing your legs.

“Why don’t you just keep singin’?” You ask, a little annoyed with the constant bugging about you and Arthur’s friendship.

Arthur drives the wagon past a little auction area, and sheep run around inside of various pens in the auction yard. The town reeks like manure, and you whistle, nose filled with the foul smell.

“Smell those sheep…” Tilly mumbles, scrunching her nose.

“Or is that Uncle?” Karen jokes. Uncle looks at her with an open jaw, and a dramatic sense of hurt.

“Very funny.” Uncle says before pointing to a building up ahead.

“Sheriff on the right, you could pick up some bounties there Arthur. Or you, Star. You seem the type.” Uncle informs you, and you look to the small sheriff's office, thinking over the idea.

“Heaven forbid you put your head on the line.” Arthur chastises Uncle, exaggerating his annoyance.

You’ve spent so much time running from the law, you never thought about working for it. Maybe bounty hunting is something you’ll look into… Arthur slows the horses down to a walk as he drives them down the main road. A few people walk about, shoes all covered in mud as they mill around. Valentine is a nice little town, just as you’d remembered it. Everything looks exactly the same, save for a new building going up at the bottom of the road, next to the general store. You pass Smithfield's saloon, and remember going in there with your parents to get some dinner back, oh so many years ago. A bittersweet smile passes over your lips at the memory, but it fades quickly.

Arthur pulls the wagon down past the general store, parking the horses near the livery. Everyone starts to climb down out of the wagon, and Karen speaks up.

“We’ll start at the saloon. Star, you're coming with us!” Karen says, grabbing your wrist and pulling you with her.

“We’re stealing your woman, Arthur!” Tilly jokes, giggling as Arthur chuckles.

You’re getting a bit irritated with the constant jokes about you and Arthur. It’s getting a little old, and you’re tired of the persistent blush on your cheeks, but it doesn’t matter how much you try to convince the girls, they won't let up. You still try nonetheless.

Tilly leads you past the few little shops until you come up to the saloon doors, which she kindly holds open for you. You step inside, taking in the few drunkards that meander around the place.

“Y’know… me and Arthur, really we ain’t like that…” You continue to argue, moving towards and then leaning on the bar.

“Four whiskeys.” You order, tossing a two dollar bill on the bar. The bartender, a lanky man with a handlebar mustache the size of Texas, brings out the bottle and pours four shots on the counter, sliding them your way before taking the bill. Immediately, you take the shot, tossing your head back and swallowing it. The whiskey burns your throat, drowning your anxieties with it as the burn scorches through your veins. Marybeth, standing at the bar to your side, places her hand on your arm.

“I’m sorry, I mean- we ain’t meaning to pick on ya, but…” Marybeth starts, before Tilly finishes her shot and Marybeth’s sentence.

“But Arthur ain’t never took to someone like he has with you.” Tilly interjects, and you look down, biting your cheek, ordering another drink.

“He ain’t taken to a woman in so long, Star. Well, not since he was eng-” Marybeth starts, but Karen elbows her to shut up. You don't even want to ask where she was going with that. Really, you don’t care. Arthur’s habits with women have no impact on you. Karen steps forward, growing serious.

“He hasn’t been sweet on someone in a long while, Star. I seen him reject many of women in my day, and never seen him pay for a working girl neither.” Karen says, no judgment in her eyes as she looks over your features.

“Wasn’t it you just sayin’ all of ten minutes ago that he used to be some big ladies man?” You ask, confused and annoyed. Karen chuckles under her breath before she responds.

“Well I was joking, mostly. Arthur don’t talk about his younger years. Tilly was around for most of it, but he hasn't even told her much, just rumor. He don’t talk to anyone about that time.” Karen explains, a sad look on her face. The other two girls nod, and you wonder why Arthur is so closed off about his past. Marybeth gets a glint in her eye, and she moves forward to whisper a juicy piece of gossip. Her dirty blonde curls bounce as she leans in.

“Y’know I heard that a few years back he got a waitress p-”

“Marybeth, enough!” Tilly chastises, an angry look on her face as she scowls down at Marybeth.

Marybeth bites her tongue, keeping quiet with a sheepish look on her face. Her cheeks are pink with embarrassment, and you’re left catching up with the whole situation. Once again, you don’t even want to know.

“So there you have it then,” You down your second shot, slamming the empty glass back down onto the counter, wishing that you could talk about something other than Arthur for once, “You just told me that he’s never sweet on anyone. I sure as shit ain’t changing that.” You counter. Karen rolls her eyes, tugging on your arm.

“But you are!” Karen pleads, begging you to see the situation as she does.

“Look, we’re not trying to bug you. We’ll stop. But Star, the way he looks after you.” Tilly says, and you’re just grateful to hear her admit that they’ll stop picking. The girls love a good piece of gossip, and you have fallen victim to their newest obsession. As much as you love the girls, it's frustrating. Seeing that you’ve had enough, and practically abandoned the conversation, Karen walks behind you, scanning the men in the bar.

“I'm gonna pick one of these fellers up.” Karen whispers with a devious smile on her lips. Marybeth and Tilly both roll their eyes, sighing.

“You’re gonna what?!” You ask, wondering if Karen has totally lost her mind. Arthur has given strict instructions to not get into any trouble here. Not to mention that none of these fellas seem like particularly good ones to spend a night with.

“I'm gonna pick one up, take him up to the hotel, then I'm gonna rob him blind.” Karen explains, the same devilish smirk on her lips.

“Karen, be careful.” You warn, knowing that stealing from men like these ones isn’t particularly easy. Karen only dismisses you with her hand before stalking off towards her prey. She pushes her shoulders back and bats her eyelashes, approaching a drunk man sitting down at the poker table. He’s just won the hand, and is collecting money from the dealer. You don’t like the idea, not one bit, but you’re not about to stop her. Karen’s almost as bullheaded as you. Tilly is looking after Karen with the same worry as you, and as the blonde woman leads the man out of the saloon, into the direction of the hotel, Tilly speaks up.

“I’ll follow her, make sure she’s okay.”

You nod to Tilly before she heads out of the saloon too, leaving only you and Marybeth at the bar. Marybeth is looking down at her untouched drink, her eyebrows pulled together in thought. She looks upset, and you lean in to ask about it before she explains.

“I just… well I’m really sorry if I upset you. It wasn’t my intention to.” Marybeth looks up to you, hoping you won’t be mad with her. You know she never meant to get under your skin. Marybeth is so very young, and she’s tangled up in fantasies of feet sweeping love, ideas that you had to give up a long time ago. Your life has been unkind, you’ve not had time to daydream of silly romances. Pitifully, you realize that the stories are all that Marybeth has. She stays in camp, and only has her books and daydreams to distract herself from everyday life.

“Marybeth, you didn’t upset me. Really. My skin ain’t so thin.” You smile to reassure her. Marybeth bites her lip, fingers trailing over her still-full shot glass. You rest your elbows on the bar, looking to her drawn up face. There’s something else she wants to say.

“It just-” Marybeth laughs breathily, and looks up to you with sparkling eyes. “It's like one of my novels, It seems so perfect.” Marybeth beams, gripping onto your arm, as if it would help to convince you.

You bite your tongue, knowing that Marybeth is naive. She can’t help it, really. What you and Arthur share is not perfect. Hell, it’s far from perfect. You bonded over the pain of losing so much that the only thing left for you to cling to was him. It’s not conventional, you’re outlaws, killers, and after the things you’ve done? You don’t think you deserve a happy ending, or that you’re even capable of finding one.

“It ain’t that simple.” You grit, eyes boring into the bar. Marybeth’s hand rests on your forearm gently, grabbing your attention as she offers you a sweet smile.

“I’m sure it ain’t, and I’m sorry for assuming, but… a word of advice?”

“Go ahead.” You oblige, sighing and turning to her. Her giggles and chastising tone are gone, replaced with a sheepish smile and a whole lot of intensity.

“When there’s something good in front of you, an opportunity to be loved and looked after, cared for, don't let it go to waste. I can see you have trouble letting people in, and why that is, I’m sorry for, but… I’ve known Arthur most of my life, he’s been a big brother to us, and Star, he’s a good one.” Marybeth whispers, giving your arm a gentle squeeze before she averts her eyes back to her drink. You’re grateful for it because a blush runs over your cheeks. Is your and Arthur’s… situation that obvious to everyone else?

“I- well it ain’t-” You sigh, trying to find your words, “It ain’t like that Marybeth. He’s my best friend.” And it’s true. Arthur is your best friend, and you won’t allow yourself more than that. You’re not looking for a courtship, you don’t have time for such… trivial things, you’re fighting for your life every goddamn day it seems. With a sigh, you turn around, leaning your back against the bar and glancing out the window to the men and women walking down the muddy road.

“Exactly.” Marybeth laughs, as if this is all so obvious, and you’re the one who doesn’t understand.

“Marybeth-” You start to quiet her, but as you continue to glance out the window, your eyebrows draw together. Marybeth follows your gaze, and her hand comes up to her mouth in shock. Tilly is across the street, in a small alley being held up by some feller, some feller with Arthur’s cattleman pressed against his temple.

“Shit, I'll go see what's goin’ on… so much for lyin’ low.” You mumble, jogging towards the saloon doors before pushing them open. Your eyes have to adjust to the bright sun as you rest your hand on your holster, walking across the muddy street and joining them.

“You best get gone, partner. Lay a hand on Miss Tilly again, n I’ll put a bullet in ya.” Arthur growls. You’ve never heard his voice sound so… predatory, and it scares you, even. The man, with a deep scowl on his face backs away from Tilly, who is resting her hands on her knees and taking deep breaths.

The stranger looks like he wants to argue, but he backs away a few steps before turning around and heading towards his horse. Arthur escorts him there, making sure he gets well and gone, while you rush to Tilly’s side.

“You okay? Who was that?” You ask, helping her to get her bearings by placing a hand on her arm. She stands up, a disgusted look on her face. The stranger gallops away with a mean scowl, and Arthur holsters his gun, walking back down the alley towards you both.

“Anthony Foreman. Bastard I used to run with, he thinks he owns me.” Tilly hisses, a long, old wound rearing its ugly head again. There’s history here, and it ain’t good. You glance to Arthur for a moment, worried, before wrapping your arms around Tilly.

“Well he’s gone now. It’s alright, I don't imagine he'll be back around, not after that.” You whisper, squeezing her lightly before letting go. Arthur lightly squeezes your elbow to get your attention, and you turn to him. His tongue darts out over his lips before he speaks.

“Where’s Karen?” He asks, glancing across the road to see Marybeth standing outside the general store with Uncle. Karen is the only one not accounted for. You share a glance with Tilly, before backing away from them both slowly, thinking.

“Shit, I’ll go check on her, she’s in the hotel.” You mutter before jogging around the corner towards the hotel entrance.

Arthur calls after you, but it’s the last of your worries right now. The man she took into the hotel didn’t look right when you’d seen him in the saloon. He’s not someone you would have chosen to steal from for sure. You push the hotel door open with more force than necessary, and a very scared looking clerk cowers a little in fear behind the counter.

“Blonde girl, young, came in here with a feller not too long ago, which room?” You growl, already making your way to the staircase. The man doesn’t wish to get in your way, he knows you’ll be trouble as he mumbles.

“Uhh, two- two B!” He yells back, and you take the information and go, rushing up the stairs while skipping two at a time. If Karen was successful in robbing this guy she should have been back by now. You hesitate for a moment once reaching the top of the stairs… she would be back by now unless she wanted to actually lay with this man before robbing him. It would be awkward as all hell if you busted the door down and interrupted something…

But you can’t leave Karen if something has gone awry, so you go with your gut and bite your tongue. You step down the hallway, searching for room 2b. It's the very last door, and you walk towards it hesitantly.

“Uh… Sir? Miss? Everything okay in there?” You ask, posing as a working maid in case Karen is just having fun. You’re just about to knock on the door when you hear glass shatter from inside.

“Damn!” You curse, turning the knob to no avail. It’s been locked from the inside, and though it's futile, you push against the door with all your might.

Getting an idea, you grab your journal from your satchel, quickly tearing a paper out before shoving the journal back into your satchel. You’d learned this from your Pa, and used it to get into his shop when he accidentally locked the keys inside. You fold the paper over a few times until it's thicker, push it into the crack in the door and then slide it down as hard and fast as you can. The deadlock slides back into the door and you swing it open.

Karen is against the wall, holding her cheek where a purple bruise is forming, and the man she’d bribed is dressed down into his long johns, yelling in her face with a tight grip on her arm.

“Get off of her!” You yell at the man, rushing forward and grabbing Karen. You shove her behind you, shielding her from this degenerate. Your blood boils as you shove Karen out of the room.

“I’m just gettin’ what I paid for.” He growls, stepping towards you as if he’s going to grab Karen back.

“You ain’t paid to hit her.” You hiss, seething, and when his arm extends to grab onto Karen’s, you knee him, as hard as you can, right in the manhood. He doubles over, gripping in between his legs and yelling. His eyes glaze over with drunken rage, something you're familiar with thanks to your pa.

“You- you fucking bitch!” He screams, groaning loudly before standing back up. You’re not sure what exactly you’d expected to happen, but as he towers over you, fists at the ready, you realize that he’s probably going to win this fight. Nonetheless you stance yourself, ready for it. Some hair falls down in your face, and you curse as the stray blocks some of your vision.

“I'm going to get help!” Karen yells before running from the room. You might not need it, you probably will. The bastard is big, his fists are scarred, signaling he’s been in many fights before, and he’s at least a head taller than you.

You take a deep breath, centering yourself, and swing first, using the height difference to your advantage by cutting straight up into the bastard's nose. He yelps, and blood starts trickling from his now deformed nose as he wipes the blood away and swings back. He goes for a left hook, which you dodge. The man’s drunkenness helps you a bit, but as you dodge one punch, you catch another, right in the cheek. It knocks you down to the ground, and you groan as your body absorbs the shock of hitting the floor. Your ribs hurt along with your knee, and you stretch your jaw to make sure it’s not broken. It’s alright, and you can fully move it but damn, it hurts.

You’re filled with rage, and the metallic taste of blood in your mouth only spurs you further. This fella fights dirty. Well, two can play at that game. Quickly recuperating from the punch, and still on the floor you swing your good leg out. Much like you did to Arthur back in Tumbleweed, you undercut the man’s ankles, knocking him to the ground.

You’re already tired from the fight, and you cling to your cheek, panting.

“Star?!” a familiar voice hollers from the hallway. It’s Arthur, and you trust him to take care of this guy, so you rest back against the floor to take a breather.

“In here.” You mumble, raising your hand up from the ground sarcastically even though he can’t see you.

Arthur rushes in the door just as the man tries to stand up, and with a swift kick Arthur boots him right in the head, knocking him fully unconscious. As soon as the guy hits the floor, Arthur skids down on his knees at your side. His hands are warm on your skin, gently pulling you up into a sitting position.

“How bad did he get you?” Arthur asks, and his eyes are so concentrated on the forming bruise along your cheek, you almost get lost in them. There's a dark undertone to his gaze, a rage, not directed at you. Despite the anger bubbling up at the pathetic excuse of a man currently out cold on the floor, Arthur’s hands are featherlight on your skin.

“Not bad, I’m fine Arthur.”

“For the record, I got him warmed up, you just finished him off.” You chuckle, stretching your jaw before spitting some blood onto the wood floor.

Arthur is relieved to see you smiling as he runs his warm hand along your cheekbone, checking it over. There's some purple bruising coming in along your jaw and cheek, but he reckons you’ll be alright. He’ll never understand how a man could hit a woman, and wishes to do a lot worse to this bastard than knock him out.

“Got you pretty good.” Arthur mumbles, gripping your hand to pull you up to your feet. You take it, standing up with a small groan.

“Yeah well you shoulda seen it, knocked him flat on his ass, kinda like I did to you in Tumbleweed… Y'know I'm still pissed I didn’t get to see you hit the floor.” You chastise as he holds the door open for you to step into the hallway.

“Ain’t you just a proper lady.” Arthur jokes, leading you down the exterior stairs to avoid running into the hotel clerk.

“Yeah, and you’re a saint.” You huff.

You rest your hand along the rail as you walk down the staircase with Arthur. Karen is just around the bend, standing near the butcher stand with the others. You’re relieved to see that they’ve regrouped, and no one seems terribly harmed.

“Karen, you alright?” You ask, jogging down the stairs to meet her. She has a red stinging mark on her face, but it’s fading. She nods, dipping her head to Arthur and you in thanks.

“I’m okay, don't like being saved, but when I have to be…” Karen leads you towards the others, but her steps are slow and she seems to be in thought.

“Stupid bastard- Stupid bastard was boasting about the bank.” Karen smiles, proud of the information she’d garnered before it all went downhill. Your eyebrows pull together, and you glance around the town quickly. The bank? Seems like a fool's move to you. Valentine doesn't have much but sheep and shit, you’d probably be better off just robbing a store for your troubles.

“Karen, unless I’m missing somethin’ this bank ain’t worth riskin’ our necks for. I don’t imagine that a whole lotta money passes through this town, nothin’ amounting to a hill of beans anyway.” You explain, taking note of the fact that most people occupying the town are pretty average, working in small local shops around town or farming. Arthur shakes his head, disagreeing with you.

“No, Karen’s right. This here’s a livestock town. After the auction?” Arthur whistles lowly, “That bank will be overflowing with cash.” Arthur counters as the three of you make it towards the front of the general store to regroup. You hadn’t even thought of the auctions, but Arthur’s right. In the short time you’ve been here you’ve seen many animals being moved over in the yard. It’ll be full, alright.

“So we’re gonna work the bank?” You ask, nervously. You’ve never worked a job so big before, and it has your gut sinking. Arthur notices this, and brushes his hand over yours for reassurance.

“Not for a while yet, and you don’t have to come out if you ain’t comfortable with it.” Arthur whispers to you, stepping up onto the platform where Uncle, Tilly and Marybeth are waiting. Uncle looks as exasperated as ever, arms going up in the air.

“Well so much for lyin’ low. We’ve been here an hour and half the townsfolk been threatened or knocked out!” Uncle chastises, gesturing towards the hotel. You roll your eyes at his dramatic demeanor.

“Not like it was our fault, Uncle. And god only knows what you’ve been-” You’re cut short as Marybeth grabs Arthur’s arm and it gets your attention.

“Hey, who’s that guy over there lookin’ at us?” She asks, and you follow her gaze to a well dressed man sitting on a chestnut morgan. His jaw is slack, he looks… shocked? Or scared? You’re not sure, but he’s piecing something together and it isn’t good. The man's finger comes up, and he points in the direction of you and Arthur.

“Weren’t you in Blackwater a few weeks back?” The man asks, voice trembling as a cold sweat runs down his forehead. Arthur steps forward, looking around as if oblivious.

“Me? No I wasn’t in-” Arthur begins, and much to his growing annoyance is cut off by the frightened man. You can only stare blankly in a panic as the man points directly to you.

“No no, you, the lady. I saw you, you were in Blackwater.” The man says, and his worry grows by the second along with Arthur’s irritation. Marybeth and Tilly share a worried glance as you watch on, shocked.

“No. She ain’t from there.” Arthur grits with no room for argument, his friendly demeanor has disappeared completely at this point.

“Oh she was! I definitely saw you, with a bunch of fellers!” The man’s voice grows louder, drawing attention to you all. He gets more anxious, and his horse begins to prance and rear up with anxiety as the man breathes heavily. Arthur’s eyes grow downright menacing, and his voice drops an octave.

“Now that's impossible. She. Weren’t. There.” Arthur bites out every word, emphasizing them.

The man is lost for words, stuttering and pointing. People begin to stop and stare, and Arthur doesn’t like all the wandering eyes. Drawing this much attention to yourselves is bad. In a final attempt to shut this guy up, Arthur attempts to reason with him.

“Listen buddy, come here for a minute. We can sort this.” Arthur says, voice back to a friendly holler, but it’s too late. The stranger points once more, and his horse rears.

“She was there! I saw it!” He yells before spurring his horse down the road.

The eyes on you make you uncomfortable, and you're nervous under the judgmental gazes that question your situation. Arthur turns around with a deep sigh, distaste in his mouth.

“I don’t like this…” Uncle whispers, shaking his head. You watch Arthur in thought, before moving your gaze to the stranger cantering down the road.

“Me neither.” Arthur says, biting his cheek before directing his attention to you.

“Get them home and bring me my horse. Meet me in the saloon,” Arthur nods to you and starts walking towards a hitched horse in front of the store, “I'm gonna go have a word with our friend.” He says, climbing onto the saddle of a buckskin standardbred.

“Be careful, Arthur!” Tilly yells as Arthur squeezes the horse’s side with his calves.

“Just a word!”

You’re still left reeling as Arthur gallops after the stranger. Marybeth takes your arm and starts leading you to where the wagon is parked. You follow along with her, walking at a rushed pace to get out of town before something else goes awry. In just a few moments you reach the wagon, and some of the eyes boring into your back dissipate.

“I can’t believe someone recognized me…” You whisper, feeling nervous and spaced out. You tap the reins against the horses’ backs, urging them into a lope as you get away from the middle of town.

“I didn’t even think you were supposed to be on the job.” Tilly adds, and the other three nod, agreeing. You drive the horses past the auction yard, almost to the train tracks as you recount that awful day.

“I was in town with Arthur when I saw the explosion… I had to help and then it- I was right in the middle of it all.” You think back to Charles and Jenny carrying Davey out of the ferry, Dutch’s yelling, Jenny falling from her horse and everyone leaving you and her behind except for Charles.

Karen notices your glazed over expression, and the way your hands tremble slightly on the reins.

“It’s okay, you don’t gotta talk about it.”

You nod, pushing it all down as you bring the wagon closer to the camp. The rest of the ride is quiet, save for the birds. You’re all too consumed with worry to talk about it. You’ve just set your tent up this morning and the last thing you want is to be forced into moving because someone recognized you. Dutch would certainly be less than pleased with you then. Arthur’s handling the situation now, hopefully without giving a beating. You’ve not exactly been lying low since arriving and another public battery would do far more harm than good.

You don’t even realize that you’ve pulled into the woods until you hear John yelling.

“Who’s there?” He hollers, picking his rifle up against his shoulder, ready to aim.

“Ease off Marston, it’s us.” You reply as he lowers his weapon. You take note of his face, the scar that's beginning to heal now. He still has a hell of a lot of stitches and it’ll leave a nasty scar, but you’re just glad he’s alive. It wasn’t looking so good for John Marson when you and Javier found him up in Colter, but here he stands.

You pull the horses off to the side near the hitching posts before jumping down from the driver’s seat. Giving the horse nearest to you a pat, you look to the girls and Uncle.

“Well, thanks for the fun.” You joke, a chuckle escaping your lips. Karen smiles, her cheek has returned back to a cool ivory you notice, faring better than yours, which you’re glad for.

“And thanks for the drinks!” Karen says, helping Marybeth to climb down from the wagon. Uncle starts heading off towards his bedroll, and you tip your hat to them all before turning and going towards the hitching posts.

Arthur’s saddle is hung over the post, and you grab it along with his saddle pad. His walker is hitched to the post, and you coo to the stallion as you swing the saddle over his back, making sure to tent the pad to prevent any pinching. Just as you lean down to the ground to grab the cinch and girth, a throat clears behind you.

“Miss?”

You startle, turning around to meet the deep voice that you’ve talked to only on a few occasions. Standing before you, tall, dark with a presence is Dutch van der Linde. You’ve only talked to him in Colter, and even then you were barely capable of speaking.

“Oh- mornin’ Dutch.” You stutter, nervous, Dutch has given you no reason to fear him, and yet his posture, which demands respect, intimidates you. You’ve read the clips from the newspapers, you know what he’s done, good and bad. But after Blackwater you noticed an edge to him, one that easily loses control, and you make an effort not to get on his bad side.

“You’ve been running us for some time now. What’s it been, a month?” Dutch asks, bringing a thick expensive cigar up to his lips and inhaling the smoke.

“Y-yeah, almost… I think, haven't been keeping track of time too well.” You admit, nervously. You’re disappointed that your fearless, tough demeanor has faltered, but something about Dutch does that to you. You don’t know him well enough to trust him, and the last thing you want to do is irritate or disrespect him. You’re feisty, but you’re not dumb, you pick your battles.

Dutch hums, squinting his eyes while running them over your face, taking note of your black and blue cheek. He doesn’t ask about it, which you’re thankful for.

“You, my dear, have potential.” Dutch says, nodding his head lightly as if agreeing with himself. Your eyebrows draw together as you wait for him to explain. But he doesn’t.

“We’ll talk more later. I like to know who I’m running with, on a more… personal level.” Dutch chuckles deeply, the smoke on his breath reaching your face as you nod, feeling so uncomfortable and nervous. Dutch is going to… interview you? Or something of the sort…

“You have a good day, miss.” Dutch says, tipping his hat to you before backing away a few steps and finally turning around. You release a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding before grabbing the cinch and tightening it in a Texas T.

You waste no time, going over to your buckskin and repeating the process with a sigh. You really need to get to the stables soon. These two unnamed horses are good but… not what you need for this new life. You don't have enough money for a horse right now, but maybe after a job. You climb into the saddle, whistling for Arthur's walker to follow you. Luckily, he does and you start into a gallop back towards Valentine. You waste no time, as Dutch has already wasted enough, spurring your stallion. If everything has gone according to plan, then Arthur should already be back in town at the saloon. You slip your foot out of your stirrup on the side that’s still healing from Blackwater, letting it hang down to create some relief. It’s a quiet ride, and you take some time to observe around you as you gallop on, occasionally whistling to make sure Arthur’s walker is still with you.

The sun has dipped behind the shelter of clouds, providing some relief for your eyes. You hum your favorite little song, the same one you sang back in the woods by Tall Trees all that time ago. The birds are chirping, the breeze is nice, and you focus the pleasant senses to quell your nerves.

Before long you’re trotting over the railroad, tipping your hat to a man in a blue union uniform. Your brows draw together for a moment, realizing that he’s far too young to have served in the war. He’s missing an arm, and the long sleeve of his uniform has been sewed up to his shoulder. You eye him with curiosity as he begs for money on the street. What a peculiar fella. Hell, he may be a better thief than you, posing as a veteran. Seems morally questionable, but you also doubt he’s completely right in the head. You turn back to him with a small smile, wondering of his circumstances.

You continue trotting forward, almost running over a few hens that scurry across the mud caked road. And with one more whistle you turn the bend up the main drag. It’s only about noon, so not many people are milling about. You scan for Arthur, and pinpoint the standardbred he had borrowed to chase after that man. It’s hitched in front of the new building that's being put up, and eventually you spot him. He’s leaning against a beam in front of the general store, ankles crossed as he focuses intently on the little book in his hands. You can’t help but smile at the sight of his face drawn up in concentration. He’s sketching in his journal, eyes glancing up and down from the leather bound pages to the Valentine Bank. Surely he’s drawing it, and you would do anything for a peek into those pages.

There's a cigarette poking out from his lips and he pulls from it before blowing the smoke out of his nose, hands too busy to properly pull it away from his mouth. You can't help but stare at the precision of his right hand, expertly drawing the bank. Again, your mouth cracks with a smile, and you pull your gaze down to your reins.

“C’mon lady, I got places to be!” A man yells from behind you, trying to drive a wagon up the road. Amidst your staring, you had failed to realize that you’re blocking the road. Instead of apologizing, you turn and shoot him a nasty glare.

“Why don’t you shut your mouth, mister, before I shut it for you.” You hiss, glaring daggers at the middle aged man for interrupting your observations.

He scowls at you, but doesn’t push any further. When you turn back, riding towards the hitching post in front of Arthur, he looks up at you with an amused smirk. Apparently the bickering had caught his attention, and he’s finally noticed you.

“Who pissed in your coffee this mornin’?” Arthur jokes, tucking his journal back into his satchel, much to your displeasure. You crack a smile, dismounting from your buckskin before hitching it and then Arthur’s walker.

“How did it go… with that guy?” You keep your voice hushed, not wanting to draw anymore attention to yourselves. Arthur walks you towards the saloon slowly, giving himself time to explain. You glance down to his knuckles and notice they are clean, not bloodied or bruised.

“Oh I don’t think Jimmy Brooks is gonna be a problem anymore.” Arthur says, resting his hands on his belt, spurs clicking as he walks. Your eyebrows pull together, and your gut flips.

“Did you…? I mean you didn’t-” You start, trailing off while trying to ask if Arthur killed the guy. You don’t want that. The poor guy, Jimmy Brooks, was in the wrong place at the wrong time, it ain’t his fault, really. You and the people you now run with make poor decisions sometimes, you realize that. Blackwater was one of them.

“No, nah he’s okay, we came to an agreement. You see, Brooks weren’t even in Blackwater! Just a complete misunderstandin’ on his part, but it's settled now.” Arthur sarcastically explains, that switch flipping once again that makes him charismatic and threatening. You chuckle at Jimmy Brook's sudden compliance as Arthur reaches into his jeans’ pocket.

“And would ya look at this. He even gave me a pen for all the trouble.” Arthur smirks, pulling out a nice fountain pen from his pocket. He hands it over to you, and with piqued interest, you take it.

“Fancy.” You mumble, looking the nice pen over while stepping over a ledge in the sidewalk.

“Why don’t you keep it. I’m more of a charcoal and lead type anyways.” Arthur says, pulling a can of dip from his satchel and stuffing a wad in his cheek. With a hum, you stick the pen into your satchel.

“Thanks.” You smile, pushing the saloon doors open, a hand on each.

You whistle upon entry, seeing Javier and Charles doting over some working women. With a raised eyebrow, you subtly gesture towards them.

“Charles? He doesn’t seem the type.” You chuckle as Arthur walks up beside you.

“You’d be surprised what a drink can do to some of these fellers.” Arthur sighs, heading towards the bar. Javier has his arm wrapped around a blonde woman, her bust barely concealed by her dress, and Charles is eyeing up a brunette at his side.

You lean on your good leg, shaking yor head with a chuckle.

“Estrella! Arthur! Come meet our new friends.” Javier’s words are slurred just enough for you to notice. You roll your eyes, unable to shake the shocked smile from your lips. The boys you run with are unbelievable. When you look over to Arthur he is not smiling. Instead he is looking the working girls over, not fondly, but rather as if inspecting them, curiously and angrily? It makes you chuckle even more. The dark haired girl is staring at you, and you meet her gaze head on.

“He yours? Ain’t so often we come across a tough as teak mountain man.” She says, nodding her head towards Arthur, and your eyes widen, a laugh bubbling up in your throat. Oh, they’re trying to pick up Arthur- this should be good. The blonde girl lightly smacks the other, stepping towards Arthur.

“Oh you be quiet Anatasia, anyone can tell this one is a pussy cat!”

Arthur squints his eyes, looking at the girls like they have three heads. Javier steps in between his chosen lady and Arthur.

“Exactly, yes. He's a pussy… cat.” Javier jabs, but Arthur doesn’t seem to care or even notice. He leans his hands on his knees, looking at the girls from a different angle as if inspecting a goddamn horse. You bite your tongue, suppressing a laugh. You guess Karen was right, famous ladies man…

“How much you cost anyway?” Arthur asks, stepping back and leaning back on his heels. Javier rolls his eyes, pissed off at this point, while the girls scowl at him like the devil himself.

“Well ain’t that a nice way to talk to a lady…” Anastasia says, mouth thick with distaste as she looks over Arthur, demeanor completely shifted from thirty seconds ago.

Arthur leans forward, a downright comical expression on his face as he hisses,

“Shit, I’m sorry. Didn’t realize I was talkin’ to a lady.”

Your jaw drops and your cheeks turn pink even though you have nothing to do with what he’s just said. Both of the girls stomp off, having had enough. Javier only rolls his eyes, and Charles extends his arm after the women, watching as they file away.

“Arthur!” You chastise, never seeing him act so… crass. He shrugs, stepping forward to where the girls were just standing before leaning on the bar. He raises a hand towards the bartender, who starts walking over.

“What?” Arthur says, exasperated. “I’ll be the one at the damn general store gettin’ these dumbasses an ointment after they pay for those ‘women’.” Arthur sighs, and you deduce that he definitely has been in that situation before. Javiers’ a bit less mad, and he sighs, leaning onto the bar on the other side of Arthur.

“You got a fine way with the women, amigo…” Javier mumbles, rubbing his temples.

“A regular dandy and charmer.” Arthur says, just as the bartender approaches, “Two beers.” Arthur orders for you, tossing a bill on the table. You turn to him, an eyebrow raised disapprovingly.

“What-?” Arthur asks at your expression before sighing and calling the bartender back over.

“Sorry partner, make that one beer and a whiskey for the lady.” Arthur corrects himself, and earns a smile for it.

You glance around the bar as the same tender from earlier grabs your drinks. It's more packed now, closer to the evening and some men have gotten off from work, while some women have just started. A pianist plays Maple Leaf Rag on the piano, probably the only song he knows to be honest, but you don’t mind. It creates a nice ambience anyway. Arthur starts chatting with the boys, and you glance around curiously. You thought Bill would be here too…?

“Hey-” You nudge Arthur’s shoulder, but he’s too caught up in his own conversation to notice yours. Your brows are pulled together tightly as you feel something’s… off.

Ah, your gut is always right. Bill kicks the saloon doors open, stepping in and going straight up to a guy. He’s face to face with him, and you can’t tell if he’s mad or not.

“He about to kiss that guy or punch him?” Arthur asks, and you glance over your shoulder, noticing that behind you, Arthur has also caught wind of the situation. The bartender sets down a beer bottle and a neat glass of whiskey on the table, and Arthur grabs his bottle by the neck, taking a long swig before setting it down in front of you.

“Keep the tab goin’ Star.” Arthur says with a wink, rolling up his sleeves just as Bill rams his fist into the other man's gut with a drunken yell.

“Oh! And we have our answer!” Javier calls out. Arthur squeezes your arm lightly before stepping past you, in three strides he walks out into the center of the bar and all hell breaks loose. Maple Leaf Rag continues playing as if all is well while every man in the center of the saloon starts throwing punches. Arthur walks straight up to a guy, punching him square in the nose with a sickening crack. You lean against the bar, shaking your head as he knocks out two men within a few minutes.

You watch on for a while, mesmerized at Arthur’s skill in fighting. He's a damn good fighter, and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t attractive to watch. His muscles flex as he expertly dodges, landing punches that shatter bones. It’s awful and incredible at the same time. A bunch of degenerates thriving in chaos, adrenaline rushing from the men who are tearing each other apart, civilly, with some good old fashioned fist fighting. It’s so them, you chuckle. Of course this is how they unwind.

Running your tongue over your bottom lip, you turn back to the bar. As asked, you keep the tab open, watching Arthur’s beer while sipping from your drink. The piano is loud compared to the sound of men beating the hell out of each other, but not as loud as Bill.

“Let's just shoot em!” He yells, right before getting his head slammed against the wall. Javier dodges a punch by jumping backwards, right before knocking a guy out.

“Oh, come on! We can handle these fools!” Javier replies over the commotion.

Their voices are farther away, out in the center of the saloon. Everyone is distracted, including you, as you take a swig from your drink. So it surprises you, in fact it scares the hell out of you, when two hands place themselves down onto the bar on either side of you. You gasp, whipping around. A man, a fucking beast of a man is standing over you. He’s way over six feet, and so broad that just by the proximity you can’t see around him. You don’t have much time to think, already buzzed from your drink and it’s throwing your senses off. Typically you would already have a knife in this guy, but your vision is a little fuzzy and things are just a bit slower.

“What’s a pretty little girl like you doin’ with these people, hmm?” He says, breath reeking of cheap alcohol. The scent is all too familiar, and you nearly choke on it. He presses against your torso, completely trapping you against the bar, so tightly that the wood digs into your back painfully.

“Get off me.” You growl, glaring daggers up at the man. He doesn’t acknowledge your words, instead he brushes a hair away from your face and you rip your head away from his large, grubby hands.

“Could show you a real fun time. Got some cash on me.” He says, smiling at you like he’s just won some prize. You fume, rage taking over as he pins your wrists down at your sides so you can’t grab any weapons.

“I ain’t for sale.”

The man's eyebrows raise, and he chuckles. Your back aches from the way he's shoving you into the bar, and you glance over to the boys at the center of the room. You can handle this guy.

“So youse free then? Even better, sugar.” He chuckles, deep in his throat and his breath reeks. If he would just release one of your arms you could have him dead on the floor in seconds.

Just as you form a plan, he lets go of your arm and grabs your chin, harshly.

“Looks like you got a bruise comin’ in here on this pretty little face. Real shame, it from your cowboy? You got a mister at home? Does he like sharin?”

You slip your hand down to your knife sheath, gripping onto the handle. Just as you reach it, Arthur spots you from across the room. Your small frame is being crushed between this giant bastard and the bar, his hand squeezes your jaw. A boiling rage takes over Arthur as he drops the man he was holding up, straight to the floor. The room spins and he sees nothing but red. Wasting no time, he runs towards you in a few long strides. You pull your knife out, and just as you move to plunge it into the man’s gut, Arthur tears him off of you.

“You leave her the hell alone!” Arthur roars. Your eyes widen as you take in what’s just happened, your knife is still in your hand as the man grabs Arthur by the collar and throws him over one of the dining tables.

“Tommy! Tommy, stop it!” The bartender screams, and you gasp as Tommy picks up Arthur again and shoves him through the front window.

Glass shatters, spilling all over the floor and the street as Arthur rolls onto the muddy road outside. Your jaw is practically on the ground, eyebrows raised in concern as you run out the front doors alongside everyone else in the bar..

“Come on, pretty boy!” Tommy grunts, meeting Arthur outside in the street. Anger flashes across Arthur’s face.

“Pretty boy? Really, Pretty boy?” Arthur growls, standing up and steadying himself to get back into the fight. Your heart pumps loudly in your ears as you stand on the saloon’s deck. Tommy steps forward, punching Arthur in the face and knocking him right back down into the mud. You want, more than anything, to just shoot the bastard and be done but you can’t, not here in the center of town.

“You need help with this fool?” Javier asks, but Arthur springs back up into action, decking Tommy in the gut, while protecting his face with his other arm.

“Nah I got this one.”

Arthur is covered in mud, barely recognizable as he slips around in the slop, trying to get good footing. Tommy’s fists are downright brutal. He relentlessly swings, shoves and drags Arthur, shoving his head into the mud as Arthur struggles. He’s so much bigger than Arthur, you don’t like the odds. You start down the stairs, needing to help, though you’re not sure what you can even do besides shoot him. As soon as you lift your foot to step down the stairs, Charles grabs your arm, shaking his head.

“Let it go, he’s got this.” Charles mumbles, voice calm as ever. Your eyebrows draw together as you look between the two men. It doesn’t appear that Arthur can beat this guy. Arthur is pinned to the ground on his side, throwing his elbows up to get Tommy off of him.

“Charles- please,” You beg, trying to pull away from his large hand. Charles steps in front of you, a voice of reason. His eyes show understanding.

“I know. But I’ve seen Arthur fight many times. He’ll get the bastard, and if he can’t he’ll ask for help.” Charles explains, and you nod, biting your lip.

Arthur kicks Tommy in the groin, right where it hurts, getting enough time to slip out from underneath him. Arthur shoves Tommy onto the ground, and he splashes in the mud. Immediately Arthur straddles Tommy, beating him senseless. Your jaw drops as he delivers hit after hit. He’s lost in a sort of… frenzy, blood boiling as he thinks about Tommy pushing you against the bar and talking to you like that. He beats, and beats and beats, until the crowd of people watching slowly file away, stomachs turning as Tommy becomes unrecognizable.

“Arthur, stop!” You holler from the stairs, shaking free from Charles’ grip and jogging down the steps. Arthur doesn’t even hear you, and you recoil at the wet sound of bones cracking against Arthurs fists. Tommy has stopped fighting, his hands were once shielding his face but now they lie at his sides. You’re almost certain he’s dead.

“Arthur, stop!!” You scream, stepping behind him and pulling on his leather suspenders. Eventually, Arthur is drawn back to the present by your voice. He looks down to his aching fists, torn up and soaked in blood. When he turns to you, the look of fear and unrecognition on your face causes his heart to sink.

You back away, fear turning to fury as you see what he’s done. Arthur stands up, looking like a monster, caked in mud and blood with purple splotches where bruises are beginning to form along his knuckles.

“What in the hell, Arthur?!” You yell, louder than intended, and you’re grateful that the townsfolk have gone back indoors. Arthur feels bad that you had to see that, but he doesn’t regret it. Tommy’s breath rasps behind Arthur as he approaches you, and you let out a breath of relief that he’s alive.

“He was hurtin’ you.” Arthur growls, pointing a finger to you, “Sides, he threw the first punch. Tossed me out the goddamn window.” Arthur hisses, rage still unquelled as he turns back to Tommy. A small, sick looking man with a kind voice helps the beat man to his feet.

“I had it Arthur!” You yell, shocked that of all the people he was treating you like you needed saving. He knows better, knows you can handle your own. Arthur steps forward with a threatening stance, and an anger not directed at you.

“Did you have it, Star? Cause how I see it, he was about to bend your wrist to his will.” Arthur huffs, as if you’re being completely unreasonable. Javier whistles lowly, stepping back into the saloon with Charles and Bill..

“I didn’t ask for your help, I ain’t a damsel in distress.” You bite, grabbing Arthur by his mud caked shirt and pulling him away from the road to the sidewalk. You lead him down the wooden walkway, leading him away from everyone's eyes. You’re forced to stop, turning around when he stops in his tracks.

“What is your problem? I helped you.”

You sigh, a humorless laugh coming from your lips.

“No Arthur, you damn near killed a guy in the center of town and for what? Cause he was bothering me?”

Arthur purses his lips, looking into your eyes with an intense amount of emotion.

“Star, I heard what he said to you. Talkin’ to you like- like you were a goddamn object, somethin’ to pick up from the store.” Arthur says, low.

Something pangs in your heart, realizing that for him it's instinctual, the need to protect the ones he cares about. The little anger you were holding onto melts away, and you nod lightly, reaching out to offer Arthur’s hand a gentle squeeze. When you do, he takes your hand in his, not letting it go.

“I'm sorry. I know you can handle your own, I do. It’s just, seeing him on you like that it just- I wanted to kill him Star. I wouldn’t have stopped if you didnt pull me away.” Arthur says, voice harboring a threatening edge. You swallow thickly at the implications of his words, trying not to overthink his protectiveness over you.

“We’ll work on it. I think we both have a pretty strong disposition to anger.” You chuckle, thankful for the shift in mood. You don’t like arguing with Arthur, it feels… wrong.

“Now go on, get. You smell like sheep and mud, go take a bath. I'll bring you some clothes over.” You shoo the smelly man away, chuckling as he smiles back at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Always impressed with your manners, woman.” He chastises.

“Oh hush up, you love it.” You joke, and he doesn’t deny it.

You feel a weight lifted off your shoulders as you walk across the road to the general store. Even when you’re upset with each other, Arthur is easy to talk to. You understand his battle, part of him wants to do good, and the other part is overcome with anger and aggression. It’s an inner turmoil that is hard to quiet. You know the feeling.

You’re about to push the general store door open when an unfamiliar accent calls out a familiar name.

“Where's Arthur?” A man says, with a heavy transatlantic accent, and you turn around to spot the source. A pale man with dark hair and a dark suit is chatting with Javier and Charles on the walkway. With your eyebrows drawn together, you approach them.

“Charles…?” You question, wondering who this too well dressed man is. He seems like a businessman, and him asking for Arthur could certainly be bad news.

The man turns his attention to you then.

“Oh and we have a new stray I see! Pleased to meet you. Josiah Trelawny.” He introduces himself, “Might I have your name, dear girl?”

You squint your eyes, not trusting Josiah. He looks like a snake oil salesman, a fraud. It’s probably why he’s invested in the Van der Linde’s. You don’t trust him enough to tell him your real name, so you go with your newest alias.

“Star…” You whisper as Josiah takes your hand away from your side, bringing it up to his prickly lips to plant a kiss over your knuckles. You were never one for fancy manners, and pull your hand back quickly once he’s finished.

“What a peculiar title for a lady such as yourself.”

You’re not exactly sure what he means by that, but you need to get to the general store lest Arthur come out of the hotel naked as the day he was born or back in those ruined clothes. You’re just about to tip your hat when Trewlny grabs your attention.

“I'm afraid this isn’t just a social call. It would appear that I found young Sean.” He says, exaggerating his words and talking with his hands. Your movements still.

“Sean?” You breathe out, you thought he was dead.

“Where is he? Anything on Mac?” Charles crosses his arms over his chest, just as shocked as you are.

“No, just the Irishman I’m afraid. He’s with Ike Skelding’s boys. They’re bringing him up the Upper Montana River in a few days time. Get Mr. Morgan, and I’ll meet you all there in a few days. In the meantime I have some business to attend to in Strawberry.”

You look to Charles, shocked. Ike Skelding runs a nasty, big group of bounty hunters. You’re surprised they haven't handed Sean in yet, unless they’re using him as leverage, but whatever the reason, some weight lifts off your shoulders.

“I’ll tell Arthur.” You nod to the men, heading into the general store.

“Do give him my best!” Trelawny yells after you.

You don't spend much time in the general store, picking a few basic items from the catalog. You buy him a jade green shirt and a black pair of jeans along with some new socks. It's a decent outfit that’ll keep him warm and dry, which to your growing embarrassment is something you care about now. With the neat little pile of clothes and your handwritten receipt, you thank the shop owner kindly and go to the hotel.

This time you creak the door open instead of slamming it, but the hotel clerk still looks a little afraid of you. You can’t help but smirk, reassuring him.

“Just here to bring these to my friend. He should have come in a bit ago for a bath…?” You ask, not sure where the bathroom is. The clerk loses some of the tension in his shoulders as he points down the hall to his right.

“Just down the hall, miss, second door. But don’t go causing any trouble now!” He hollers after you as you follow his directions, and you wave him off.

You come up to the wooden door labeled with a little bathtub icon, and from inside you can hear some water sloshing around, alongside some humming. You can’t help the smile that blossoms across your face, and you lean on the door for just a few moments to listen to his low singing.

“My love for you- hmm hmm hmm,” Arthur seemingly forgets some words, “Im a rabble rouser n’ Dixie’s my home…” Arthur sings and hums along, and for a moment everything seems at peace. You chuckle, not wanting to stand outside the door like a creep for too long, before knocking on the door lightly.

“You decent?” You ask, interjecting Arthur’s song. He coughs awkwardly, attempting to cover up his little tune.

“Uh, yeah. Come on in.” Arthur responds from the other side of the oak door and you push it open.

The bath house is nice. There's a fireplace in the corner with a little fire going inside it, casting the room in a low orange light. There’s also some candles sitting around, flickering with the draft you’ve let in from the door. It’s warm in the room, and you notice Arthur in the bath. You almost stop, breath hitching in your throat when you see him. His skin is wet, and the reflection of the candlelight causes it to glisten. The bath bubbles and water cover any indecent bits, but his chest and torso stick out from the water, an arm draped over either side of the bath. You’ve never realized how strong he is. His muscles are toned to perfection, signaling a life of hard work. Wet, glistening, sandy blonde chest hair trickles down his torso, trailing under the bubbles to where you cannot see. He looks… beautiful. He would die of embarrassment if he ever knew you correlated him and the word beautiful together but its true.

“...Cat got your tongue?” Arthur chuckles as you stand in the doorway. There's some bubbles in his hair that have proven to be quite distracting as you pull yourself from your thoughts.

��Yeah, sorry. Was lost in my head.” You whisper, walking towards a little wooden bath stand beside Arthur and placing his clothes down.

“Nothin’ fancy but they’ll be comfortable.” You offer Arthur a sweet smile before heading back towards the door. As silly as it sounds, you don’t want to leave. You want to stay in this warm room in the company of Arthur. A bittersweet feeling pulling on your heart as you grab the door handle.

“Wait.” Arthur breaks the silence, and you crane your neck around to look at him. The look in his eyes, it scares you. Not because you’re frightened, but because his green irises look after you with an emotion so deep that you fear if you gaze into them for too long you may never come back up.

“Hmm?” You hum, chewing on your bottom lip nervously.

“Will you c’mere? Just for a minute.” Arthur whispers, and with your eyebrows pulled together, you oblige. You sit on your knees on the wooden floor beside the bathtub, leaning onto the metal tub with your elbow. From the proximity you can smell the soap that Arthur uses, and you find the scent to be intoxicating.

“What is it Arthur?” You say on a breath, your heart beating quickly. The room is so quiet, all you can hear is his breathing, and the quiet slosh of water as his hand grips onto the side of the tub, merely inches from your own.

Your eyes flutter down to the juxtaposition of his hand and yours.

“I’m sorry.” Arthur says, and you can tell by the fall of his shoulders, by the look in his eyes that he’s sincere.

“I shouldn’t have doubted you. I just-” Arthur’s hand curls into a fist, as a distaste rolls over his tongue, “I saw you there, pressed up against that bar, and after what just happened with Tilly and Karen, with that guy hittin’ you,”' Arthur's wet hand comes up to your face, and he runs his thumb across the purple bruise, leaving a wet trail.

“He deserved what he got, Star.” Arthur growls, his hand resting back down on the lip of the bath.

He’s right. Those men all deserved punching, but Arthur shouldn’t be making that decision, especially not now. The gang is hardly back on its feet.

“I know, but you can make excuses for why each action is worth it, just… Please don’t hurt people, not for me. I ain’t worth it.” You whisper. Arthur’s eyebrows furrow, and his heart aches in his chest.

“Don’t say that, Star…” Arthur’s hand snakes to rest on top of yours, the other is still pressed against your cheek so gently.

“I know how you feel. I feel it too, that rage, where all you can do is fight.” Your gaze draws downwards, and you focus on your and Arthur’s connected hands, “I felt that with my Pa. And I felt it just about every day till you saved me.” You play with Arthur’s hand to distract yourself from the rough topic. Arthur doesn’t mind, letting you trace stars over his palm as you talk. The words ‘you saved me’ reverberate in his head and he wants nothing more than to laugh, to tell you that you saved him. He curses the tub, wanting nothing more than to envelop you in his arms right now. To hell with his rules, his codes. You’ve broken every wall around his heart.

“That anger… you gotta control it. Cause you’ll be a different man if you don’t, a bad man, and I don’t think you want that.” You finish, finally looking up into Arthur’s ocean colored eyes.

“Don’t you think it’s too late for that? I ain’t a good man, Star.” Arthur self deprecates, a habit that he’s all too familiar with.

“You ain’t a bad man neither, Arthur. Now's the time to start changing the way you do things. I need to, too.”

Arthur sighs, as if thinking over your question. You won’t force him, you can’t, it’s his decision who he wants to be. But you’ve been offered kindness, by him, the girls, by John and Abigail and your heart is beginning to melt, its icy layer of defense begins to slip, and as much as your brain begs you to come to your senses and bottle up, your heart seeks more.

Arthur’s large, warm hand cups your good cheek, and he leans towards you, resting his forehead on yours, your eyes slip closed as butterflies flutter in your stomach.

“I don’t know if I-” Arthur starts, but you cover his hand with your own on your cheek, leaning into his touch.

“For me? Please.”

Arthur nods lightly against your forehead.

“For you.”

A tear slips down your cheek, as Arthur’s breath swirls around your face, causing your heart to thud loudly. He’s so close, and you watch as his flicker to each of your irises before trailing down to your lips. You gasp quietly, a little breathy noise as you realize what’s about to happen. His hand is still warm against your cheek, anchoring you. Leaning into him, your noses brush against each other, and you tilt your head, lips parted, just a breath away from his.

Two loud knocks come against the door, breaking the moment, and you gasp, pulling away from Arthur as clarity bleeds into you. You almost kissed him. You chastise yourself for breaking all your rules, a panic setting over you as you swallow thickly.

“You want some help in there? A Deluxe bath is only fifty cents.” A bath maid calls from the other side of the door. Arthur clears his throat, eyeing you with worry before responding.

“No thanks.” He says, curtly. His eyes are wide in shock as he reaches out to you. You wipe at your eyes, standing up from the floor. You hear her footsteps dissipate, and you turn back to Arthur, riddled with anxiety at your loss of self control.

“I uh- here I’ll just leave your clothes.” You say, patting the pile with blushed cheeks before moving towards the door. Arthur’s head is hung, and he feels like a damn fool.

“Star– just wait.” He asks, but you only smile, as if nothing has happened.

“It’s fine Arthur just uh, meet me back at camp, yeah?” You utter, pushing the door open and slipping out. After the door has been pulled back shut, Arthur rests his head in his hands, cursing himself.

— — — —

The ride back was a quick one. You wasted no time, spurring your horse, using the ride as a distraction from your plaguing thoughts.

Now, you pace back and forth in front of the campfire, contemplating every decision you’ve ever made. It’s later in the night, and Arthur hasn’t come back yet. The only one awake besides you is Hosea. He’s sitting at the log near the campfire, nose deep in a book, although for the past ten minutes he’s been watching you pace.

All this time, all this damn time you’ve spent building up these walls and he’s gone and crumbled them. You don’t want to hurt him, and you don’t want to get hurt either. You can’t allow yourself relationships like this. Relationships are used against you, love is a weakness. You try to convince yourself, failing miserably.

“Dear girl, what is it? You’re halfway to a marathon with all that pacing.” Hosea watches you walk back and forth, dropping his book to the ground. Exasperated, you toss your hands up into the air.

“Boys! Men! Ugh, Hosea, they’re just- UGh!” You groan, rolling the pen from Jimmy Brooks between your fingers to keep them busy.

“Oh don’t I know it. We’re nothing but fools,” Hosea pats the open seat beside him on the log, “What happened? Come sit, let an old man lend an ear.”

You sit down on the log next to Hosea, resting your head in your hands.

“Arthur got into a fight at the saloon because there was a guy badgerin’ me. He almost killed the guy, but me n Arthur talked about it and- and I almost kissed him, Hosea.”

Hosea’s eyebrow pops up in surprise, with a question.

“Almost?” He asks, and you nod. The embers from the fire pop and glow, and you fixate on them with glazed over eyes.

“I left, I ran away.” You almost cry, but hold in the emotion.

“Why? You afraid?” Hosea asks, but there is no judgment to his question, he is only curious. You nod, biting your lip so hard that it almost draws blood.

“Terrified.” You admit, feeling a release of tension from admitting your fear.

“I understand, kid, I do… Say, Arthur ever told you about my Bessie?” Hosea asks, a little smile cracking onto his lips as he holds his hands over the fire to warm them. You shake your head, never having heard Bessie mentioned before. Hosea smiles, and chuckles at a memory.

“Bessie was my wife. A lot like you, y’know.” Hosea cracks his knuckles over the fire, warming his bones, “Smart as a whip, a damn good thief, and lovely company. I loved that woman so much.” Hosea smiles, a glint of a tear in his eye that disappears when he blinks.

You wonder what happened to her, what tragedy befell her.

“What happened…?” You ask, quietly, not wanting to upset the man.

“She got sick, I’m afraid, real sick.” Hosea thinks over memories of Bessie, cracking a smile again.

“She was like you, hesitant to love.” Hosea adds, and you roll your eyes.

“Who said anything about love?” You sigh, standing up from the log.

“Dear girl, lying to yourself just makes it harder, trust me.” Hosea says as you dip your hat.

“I’ll keep that in mind…Night Hosea, thanks for the chat.” You say a bit curt, ready to end the conversation and go to bed.

— — —

Thunder roars, shaking the ground as you toss and turn in your sleep. Lightning strikes in the valley, illuminating the sky in bright light for a portion of a second before a loud boom sounds out. Cold sweat clings to your skin as you tangle and untangle your legs from the sheets, mind far away, caught up in awful nightmares. You’re back in Blackwater, standing in the street. The town is empty, cold and quiet. On one side of the road is a doe, she's beautiful, a fawn colored coat, with some white dapples still, she's young. You call to the doe with a smile, whistling to her. Suddenly, a growl sounds out, and you turn to meet a coyote. The coyote is stalking the doe, creeping up on her in a predatory position. She's oblivious. The coyote is dark and shifty, and the more you call for the doe, the less she seems to hear you. The coyote pounces, and you gasp, turning around to shield your eyes from what has befallen the poor deer. After a moment of quiet, you turn back around to see.

The setting is the same, the atmosphere is different. You’re in Blackwater, but now you’re right back in the middle of the ferry robbery. In your dream you’re not robbing it, you're a passenger. You sit in a seat with the other oblivious passengers, trembling as men board the ferry: Dutch, Javier, Micah. They enter loudly, scaring and confusing people, creating chaos. Dutch comes straight up to you, bandana over his face as he aims his gun right at your temple. You hear it click once, the damning sound of the hammer being pulled back.

“Do it Dutch.” Micah growls, right in Dutch’s ear, and you hyperventilate.

BANG!

You scream, sitting straight up in your cot, waking up. Immediately, you want light, want to be able to see, so you strike a match, lighting a candle on your bedside table before swinging your legs off the bed and heading towards the tent flap, you could use a walk.

Just as you pull the canvas back, you run smack into Arthur’s chest and you gasp.

“You scared the shit out of me.” You gasp. Arthur’s hands lightly grip your arms as he runs his eyes over you, checking.

“You scared the shit out of me, I heard you scream. What’s wrong? You hurt?” Arthur whispers, looking over you before flickering his eyes to your own. You shake your head, avoiding his eyes that seem to be begging for your gaze.

“Why don't you come sit, I kept the fire goin.” He adds, gesturing to the main campfire. You look to the fire, then back to your bed and realize you don't feel like being on your own right now. So with a sheepish nod you follow him.

Arthur sits down on the ground, his back against one of the large logs around the fire. He’s sitting on a large cattle pelt, and there's plenty of room, so you sit beside him, leaning back against the log. Neither of you mention the almost kiss, you want to apologize, to explain yourself, but now's not the time. Now, you want to distract yourself from your nightmares. Your eyelids are heavy from the poor sleep you’ve gotten, and you sniffle, watching the fire.

“You okay?” Arthur asks, worried about you.

You only nod, looking up to the cloudy night sky. Arthur’s never seen you so quiet. He wants to mention the bath, wants to apologize for overstepping, but first he wants to make sure you’re alright.

“You can talk to me, y’know.” Arthur whispers, eyes meeting yours. You nod, knowing he’s right. Your fingers prod at a little hole in your jeans as you think over your words.

“I guess I just- well I’ve been havin’ nightmares.” You respond, a little embarrassed to admit, and immediately you try to toughen your resolve, “But I ain’t- I don’t need coddled or nothin.”

Arthur shakes his head, sliding closer to you.

“I ain’t judgin’ Star. You don’t gotta defend yourself, it’s just me.” Arthur calms you, and you nod.

“Mostly Blackwater… Everyone else seemed to move on from it so quickly but I just- I can’t shake it.” You admit, squinting your eyes shut for a moment. A pang of guilt strikes Arthur in the chest.

“I'm sorry I wasn’t there for you, I shouldn’t have left you there.” Arthur curses himself, and you rush to reassure him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“It was my fault. I was supposed to go get Hosea but I saw… I saw the boat go up and I had to help, I couldn’t just leave them.” You mutter, tears welling in your eyes. Arthur places his arm around your shoulders so you’re more comfortable, and your eyes slip shut.

“I'm sorry you had to see all that..” Arthur whispers, running his thumb up and down your arm.

“I can handle it.”

“I know you can, I know- but you shouldn’t have to.” He sighs.

You’re all too content, nuzzled into the side of Arthur Morgan, his arm draped over you. And even with all this you can’t define what you want, or what the two of you have. It’s all too confusing, but for now this is nice, just allowing yourself to be comforted.

It isn’t long before Arthur hears your light snores, and he glances down to see you sleeping comfortably, tucked into his side. The fire still burns in front of you both, but even if it weren’t, you would be toasty warm, heated by Arthur. Labels are difficult, relationships are difficult. But whatever you two have right now… this companionship, it’s good.

“Oh, what am I gonna do with you, Star?” Arthur sighs, running his hand up and down your arm, pulling you tighter into him.

#arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan #arthur morgan fanfiction #red dead redemption two #red dead redemption 2

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The rulers of Tarth are called "the Evenstar" and "Evenstar" is the famous nickname of Arwen in LOTR. Does this mean that Martin is pointing out Brienne and Jaime as the Arwen and Aragorn of ASOIAF ? Since Brienne will eventually become lady of Tarth after the death of her father Selwyn. But Brienne is also a blonde warrior lady like Eowyn. Should either parallel be seen as meaningful ?

Hi there!

I am not a LOTR expert by any stretch of the imagination, so I wouldn't be able to give you a credible answer on the finer details of that nickname within those books.

(I do, however, doubt that it's meant to imply a parallel between this couple and Jaime and Brienne, mainly because they don't share literally any other parallels with these characters either jointly or separately, that I can think of. Eowyn comes closer, but that doesn't make Jaime any kind of Aragorn.)

An interesting I thing I found after a cursory search is that Arwen got this nickname in reference to the world as they knew it nearing its end. If that's true, then that's rather melancholy, but it would fit with the general theme in ASOIAF of upheaval, endings and renewal, best summed up by Leaf, one of the children of the forest:

The gods gave us long lives but not great numbers, lest we overrun the world as deer will overrun a wood where there are no wolves to hunt them. That was in the dawn of days, when our sun was rising. Now it sinks, and this is our long dwindling. The giants are almost gone as well, they who were our bane and our brothers. The great lions of the western hills have been slain, the unicorns are all but gone, the mammoths down to a few hundred. The direwolves will outlast us all, but their time will come as well. In the world that men have made, there is no room for them, or us." (ADWD, Bran III)

This imagery of the setting sun is matched by the concept of the Evenstar and both of these indicate endings.

Something often overlooked is that Cersei shares this imagery, too.

All hail his lady mother, Cersei of House Lannister, Queen Regent, Light of the West, and Protector of the Realm." (AGOT, Sansa V)

Also in reference to Tywin, her father:

By the time they left Maegor's Holdfast, the sky had turned a deep cobalt blue, though the stars still shone. All but one, Cersei thought. The bright star of the west has fallen, and the nights will be darker now. (AFFC, Cersei I)

Warden of the West, in the westerlands, the Lannisters in all the glittering golden light are still associated with the finality of the sunset and evening.

The evenstar and the morning star both actually refer to the same thing, though: the planet venus, all depending on its visibility in the night sky. It was also historically referred to as "lucifer", which can be translated as "lightbringer", the name of the sword forged by Azor Ahai, which is a hugely ambivalent tale in the books and resonates with both Dany's dragons and several special swords named in the series. The powerful weapon as a mark of a hero or a knight is a central theme in the series, and GRRM is begging us to look closer at what is truly heroic and what is merely a show of power or conceit.

An interesting twist here is that Brienne's House and island of Tarth is equally ambivalent. Their arms are sun and moon both. And their seat has an interesting predecessor associated with a significant knight.

The Sapphire Isle, as some call it, is ruled by House Tarth of Evenfall Hall—an old family of Andal descent that boasts of ties to the Durrandons, the Baratheons, and more recently to House Targaryen. Once kings in their own right, the Lords of Tarth still style themselves "the Evenstar," a title that they claim goes back unto the dawn of days. Many of the folk of Tarth, highborn and low alike, claim descent from a legendary hero, Ser Galladon of Morne, who was said to wield a sword called the Just Maid given to him by the Seven themselves. Given the role that the Just Maid plays in Ser Galladon's tale, Maester Hubert, in his Kin of the Stag, has suggested that Galladon of Morne was no rude warrior of the Age of Heroes turned into a knight by singers a thousand years later, but an actual historic figure of more recent times. Hubert also notes that Morne was a royal seat of petty kings on the eastern coast of Tarth until the Storm Kings made them submit, but that its ruins indicate that the site was made by Andals, not First Men. (The World of Ice and Fire - The Stormlands: The Men of the Stormlands)

Evenstar and Evenfall vs. the Morning. Obviously, there's a hidden history there that may be as interesting as the more recent connection of House Tarth to Duncan the Tall, another noted knight. But clearly, we are seeing a tension here between evening and morning. Brienne is the daughter of the Evenstar, but must she be an evenstar herself?

Given Brienne's connections to knighthood, to Galladon whose story she tells in AFFC, it may well be that she herself represents that renewal, a shift from evening to morning. Where the story of Duncan is one of disintegrating ideals, Brienne represents the choice to uphold them. She chooses to take up Duncan's abandoned arms, commissioning to have them painted on her shield:

It was more a picture than a proper coat of arms, and the sight of it took her back through the long years, to the cool dark of her father's armory. She remembered how she'd run her fingertips across the cracked and fading paint, over the green leaves of the tree, and along the path of the falling star. (AFFC, Brienne II)

Which GRRM goes out of his way to associated with finality and endings:

She had made a better job of it than he could ever have hoped for. Even by lantern light, the sunset colors were rich and bright, the tree tall and strong and noble. The falling star was a bright slash of paint across the oaken sky. Yet now that Dunk held it in his hands, it seemed all wrong. The star was falling, what sort of sigil was that? Would he fall just as fast? And sunset heralds night. "I should have stayed with the chalice," he said miserably. "It had wings, at least, to fly away, and Ser Arlan said the cup was full of faith and fellowship and good things to drink. This shield is all painted up like death." "The elm's alive," Pate pointed out. "See how green the leaves are? Summer leaves, for certain. (The Hedge Knight)

The falling shooting being likened to death is another interesting nod to the comet that lights the sky through much of ACOK. The one that heralded the birth of the dragons. Death.

It is the tree that represents life here. Given this context, Duncan's arms may not be her final arms.

A parallel in terms of imagery, knighthood and even history, may be House Dayne. Much like House Dayne (of Starfall) has an ancient origin and a fancy special sword named Dawn, you could argue that it has fallen from grace, the last "Sword of the Morning" (named so for the star constellation only visible before dawn) having been killed after guarding an imprisoned teenaged girl dying from childbirth. That's not knightly honor. Gerold Dayne is called "Darkstar" and describes himself as "of the night". He does not carry Dawn. Ham-fisted metaphors, no?

This is all my convoluted way of saying that no, I don't think this nickname is meant to tie Brienne and Jaime to Aragorn and Arwen, but rather part of a broader metaphor for disintegration and renewal, especially in association with knighthood, all expressed through Brienne herself.

Brienne, caught between Duncan (evening) and Galladon (morning), represents renewal, life, the way forward.

Jaime lacks this imagery entirely. He's no Aragorn. He's walking into the sunset with the Light of the West.

#brienne of tarth #star imagery #sunset imagery #metaphors #knighthood #true knights #false knights #anti braime #<- for filtering

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Theory: Viren Will Heal the Sunforge

Viren healing the Sunforge? That's a bit mad, isn't it?

It is. I know it is. But, hear me out. Look at Viren's arc and his "Greatest Hits" (lol) and I think there is an argument that could say: his story has been building toward this.

Viren's path toward darkness began when Soren got sick and Viren chose to do the unthinkable, the unforgivable, to heal his son. And that destroyed Viren's body--and, ironically, his family.

He remembered how he’d been filled with hope, certainty even, that this would change everything. He remembered hurrying home, ready to be forgiven. And even more clearly, he remembered the bitter hole left in his soul when Lissa told him his restored appearance changed nothing. Even though dark magic had helped their family, saving their son’s life—she seemed to fear him and hate him now, and he knew he could never repair that. (Book One: Moon)

So, keep that in mind. His corruption, his path, began when he healed his son ("sun"), his "golden" boy. This moment didn't only ruin his physical appearance, it collapsed the foundations of his family and began to slow descent downward.

Now, skip forward a bit, while still remaining in a time before the events of the main series. What was Viren's next Big Act on his journey?

... I think it was the Heart of the Titan.

“If we can hunt this monster and slay it, I can use the heart of the titan in a powerful spell that will warm the land, and allow us to magically grow an incredible bounty.” (Viren, 2x05)

To save Duren from a famine, Viren proposed they slay a Magma Titan and use its heart in a Dark Magic spell. This was a massive undertaken with devastating consequences, profound loss of life, and it was something Viren could singularly do:

“Viren... Without him to perform the spell, the heart is worthless, and this was all for nothing.” (Sarai, 2x06)

Once again, Viren's path of darkness yielded positive results, but at a great cost. With blood on his hands, Viren was able to do something only the sun can do: generate life and heat to a dying land.

Aaaaand this starts to bring us into the present. Because, of course, this moment--the crossing into Xadia to kill the Magma Titan--is what led to the series of dominoes that culminates in the main plot of the series.

In the main series arc, Viren's Big Act on his path of corruption and darkness is that he facilitates the destruction of Lux Aurea, the corruption of the Sun Nexus/Sunforge. (Note: I know he did a lot of other horrible stuff, but this was the kind of pinnacle of his badness and the climax of his arc. His point of no return.)

"But first, there is something we need here in Lux Aurea." "You want us to attack the stronghold of the Sunfire elves? But we need to preserve our forces for the final confrontation." "Viren, I’m nothing if not elegant and efficient. We’ll risk as few lives as possible… one." "Ah, mine." (Aaravos, Viren, 3x07)

Using Viren as a vessel, Aaravos was able infiltrate Lux Aurea, bite Pharos (the Sunfire Priest), taint the Sun Staff, and then spread corruption to the Sunforge, coating it in darkness. This also cemented Viren's feet to the path, there was no turning back now, and only death awaited him.

The destruction of Lux Aurea has had massive repercussions for the plot at large, fueling the events in Act 2 of this story. It has led Karim towards his own path of darkness in a bid to restore his home to its former glory (and turning him against his sister Janai).

So, to recap, Viren's story has included such highlights as:

Healing his son ("sun")

Warming the land (... like a sun)

Corrupting the Sunforge (which is symbolically the sun itself)

And what does his future look like? What ominous warning do we have lingering about good old Viren?

"The Sun Will Rise... And You Will Not"

(like Viren is just surrounded by sun imagery, isn't he?)

Of course this line is Aaravos trying to scare Viren into compliance. On the surface, this seems to be implying Viren will die at sunrise if he doesn't perform the Infantis Sanguine spell. And, sure, that could be what it means. But, like a lot of things, I think there could possibly be a double-meaning.

If Viren does heal the Sunforge in the future, this line could also apply, especially if the act kills him (or nearly kills him). It would be a sacrificial act of Viren drawing the poison out of the Sun and into his own body. Much like when healing Soren caused Viren's body to start to rot, pulling all that darkness out of the Sun Nexus could have horrifying consequences for Viren's health. Perhaps fatal consequences.

Yes, the sun will rise again, but Viren? He won't. (Maybe. I personally think he'll pull through.)

The "Why" of it All: Why Viren? Why a human?

Because I believe a human has to be the one to restore Lux Aurea, to teach Karim (and the prejudiced ones of the Sunfire elves) a vital lesson.

Take a look at Karim's hatred against humans and his belief of their inferiority in "After Darkness":

Karim’s blood flared with anger at the sight of her grin. He could not expect a human to understand what they’d come here to do, or what they’d lost.

and

“He was my friend,” Karim spat. “I will mourn him. And this is my home, and I will save it. You— you don’t belong here. You never belonged here, human.”

If a lowly human were the one to help restore Lux Aurea back to glory, it would show Karim that humans can help--and, more, that their union with Xadia is the path forward out of Darkness.

Viren healing the Sunforge would also invert what Khessa had said about humanity (to Viren's face):

“Ugh! Humans disgust me. Your kind could not be satisfied with what you were given. So you take what is not yours. You take it within you, and you turn it to filth.”

If Viren "took it [the corruption] within" him, he would be purifying it instead. Which would be a nice little bookend, I think.

Furthermore! Viren healing the Sunforge after he was the one to break it in the first place would bring new meaning to a particular season 4 subplot:

Lucia and Yonnis.

I mean come on! A human extinguished a sacred flame and then had to work to redeem herself to the Sunfire elves. Janai decreed that forgiveness and restitution was the more noble and just course of action.

“Gone are the days where we shed blood for justice. If we are to rebuild, we must do so together. In mercy. In compassion. Your hands shall make your amends. Under the guidance of our priests, you will build a shrine here...one where soul candles may burn without threat to the camp.”

So, like, Viren extinguished one big old candle, yeah? It would be poetic to let him try to fix it.

Anyway, on that note, let's look at this message Janai said to Karim after her judgment of Lucia:

“The Sun gives her light, but nurturing the seed is the work of our lifetimes. This is how we are going to rebuild, Karim. With patience. With faith. You and I... We won't live to see this new day. No, we won't. But the future will be bright again.”

... and, hey, that last line! What does that remind me of?

"To fulfill your wishes, of course. Is your wish to rule Xadia?" "I wish for humanity to flourish. And it cannot flourish with a knife forever at its throat." "So, you wish to conquer Xadia?" "No! No, my goal is a bright future for humanity."

I just think it's neat. 🥔

#viren #tdp theory #the dragon prince #text post from meeee #i had to get this out of my head #as for how viren would do this? i subscribe to star viren myself #and i can update my thoughts on that later #but it could always be dark magic again for all i know #i just think this would be a fitting ending to viren's story #and yes this is why i drew that art

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Playlist-Chapter 9: Please don't go (90s Noel Gallagher X Reader)

Pairing: 90s Noel Gallagher X Reader

Warnings: language, angst, fluff, and... SMUT (yes it's back, P in V, Unprotected sex don't forget to protect yourself kids), a few spelling mistakes maybe.

Words: 3626 !

Summary: After the Whisky A Gogo events, Noel and you are barely talking to each other. But love seems to be stronger than this.

A/N: Heya Y'all ! Here's chapter 9 ! The return of SMUT ! I teased it a bit last week. I'm happy to finally feed you haha. Hope you'll like it as ever, and rendez-vous next week for the next chapter.

Love y'all

Enjoy !

(That's how he's supposed to look like in December 1994 apparently, at least that's what I saw...)

“Babe, I love you so I want you to know That I'm gonna miss your love The minute you walk out that door

So please don't go Don't go Don't go away Please don't go Don't go I'm begging you to stay

If you leave, at least in my lifetime I've had one dream come true I was blessed to be loved By someone as wonderful as you

So please don't go Don't go Don't go away Please don't go Don't go I'm begging you to stay».

December 1994:

It felt weird and unpleasant. Being on tour with Oasis and barely speaking to Noel seemed unseemly and unacceptable. I felt like a freeloader. I was travelling with them for free in exchange for my help, and yet, the only thing I wanted was to go home. No matter how much the other guys reassured me, I still felt out of place.

It had been two long months since things weren’t the same. Noel was letting me sleep in the hotel rooms and was going to sleep with one of the guys. The beds felt empty without him by my side. But my heart was full. Full of sadness. I was crying every damn night. It was tearing me apart. Breaking me. And I knew that once Oasis would have their Manchester gig, everything would be over. I would go to live at my parents house for a few, find myself a job again, never see Noel ever again, and try to forget him. Oh, but I would have to see him again, because my belongings were at his apartment, and soon, he would move to London. That was the detail that caused my heart to even break more.

The thing I didn’t know was that he already moved to London when we were on tour. He’d hired removal men who’d taken all his stuff to his new apartment. His things, as well as mine. I was now a Londoner and Liam was the one who told me, because Noel wasn’t saying anything to me anymore.

You wouldn’t believe it, but the situation hurt me more than what I lived with Kenneth.

And knowing I had nowhere else to go to when in London, I was forced to stay at Noel’s apartment.

December 13th-14th 1994- London

This night, Oasis were playing Hammersmith.

After the gig, Liam wanted us to have an afterparty in a pub but Noel proposed the guys to have the afterparty at his place for a sort of house-warming party.

So we went to buy drinks and some stuff to eat too and arrived at the apartment. It wasn’t little but wasn’t huge either, and again there was only one bedroom and one bed. But there were two keys, mine and Noel’s. Maybe the move had happened before we argued, and that now, he didn’t want me there anymore.

And anyway, I had to leave.

After quite a party at Noel’s place, the guys stood the night, sleeping on the ground with covers.

At about 5am, when the sun was starting to rise, I woke up, trying to be as discrete as possible. I started collecting my belongings and my box, and silently took them at the main door. Then I heard a familiar voice, and felt a familiar silhouette stand behind me.

What are ye doing? He asked

I turned around and looked at him.

Oh, so you’re talking to me now?

I could say the say thing. Now please, answer me question. He answered, dryly

Well I think you’re not blind, I’m collecting my stuff. I’m leaving. I’m going back in Town.

Silence settled in for a few seconds, and I heard him sigh and his breath was shaking.

I don’t want ye to go. He said, his voice trembling

I looked at him and saw he was on the verge of tears.

I have to. It will be better for us. I can’t live like this Noel. I said my voice trembling as well

Tears invaded my eyes.

Live like what? He asked

I can’t stay with a man who doesn’t love me anymore, when I do. I should have known earlier. I can’t live with a broken heart. It would kill me. If I can’t have you, it’s better if I leave, because it would kill me to see you with someone else too.

Wait Y/N, I…

My dad bought me a train ticket, I’m leaving in an hour so I should better get going.

Will ye listen to me ?

No. I know you’re going to apologize for something you’re not responsible for. And it would break my heart even more. I can’t force you to love me Noel.

I took my box, my bag and my suitcase, ready to go.

Come on, please Y/N…

Farewell Noel.

And I left, under the rain. I sobbed hard. Love could hurt badly. Love only punches the heart.

By the afternoon, I was at my parents place, asking for affection and reassurance like a damn child, which they did give me, without asking any questions. And at the moment I was about to cry again, I heard meowing.

Ringo ?!

December 18th 1994- Manchester

The only thing I was doing during my days was looking for a job. But each evening and night, I was in my old bedroom, listening to the radio and reading to empty my mind.

Empty my mind because Noel was in my head. And because Oasis were playing Manchester this evening and I didn’t go.

At about midnight, the radio started playing an old K.C and the sunshine band song: Please don’t go. And each time the singer was repeating the chorus, it reminded me of Noel’s words. “I don’t want ye to go”.

So I started crying again. Shit. Everything reminded me of him. And I cried myself to sleep.

At 1:30 am, I heard someone throw rocks at my window. I immediately knew it was him. Because he was the only one doing this. I walked to it and opened it, receiving a rock in the eye, again.

Ouch! Seriously, you still can’t aim!

Fuck, I’m so soz Y/N.

What the fuck do you want?

Can I climb?

Why?

Please it’s fucking freezing out there! And I need to talk to ye.

I hesitated.

Okay, come on, but don’t break your neck!

Noel climbed at my window, entering my bedroom. Just like he did when we were younger.

Hi! He said with a smile

What do you want? I asked softly

Well ye left like this and ye didn’t even listen to what I had to say.

Noel…

Those aren’t fucking apologies Y/N. Please, let me talk.

I sighed, already sad about what I was about to hear.

Okay…

I sat on my bed

I want us to talk about what ye said in September.

I knew it… Listen, I said anything I had to say Noel.

I know but… I didn’t see anything. And I feel like shite for not doing so.

Feels like you’re going to apologize…

Would ye like to?

No. I was really explicit about it though.

I know. I didn’t know how to fucking react. I kinda… panicked.

I chuckled.

And why so?

Because I never stopped loving ye either. But I was fucking scared ye would break me heart again. And I can’t let ye do that. Ye don’t know how it fucking broke me. I wouldn’t survive if it happened another time.

Now I was the one feeling like shit.

Oh Noely, I’m so…

Don’t. It wasn’t yer fault, it was mine. I’m not trying to excuse meself fer what I did, but I think music was and is such a part of me life, that I had to run away from me responsibilities like the coward I fucking am and focus on what would never leave me. And I figured and didn’t know at the same time that it meant losing ye. I kinda made an unconscious choice in a way. Ye were right. I stopped calling when I should have. Yer… Yer the best thing that ever happened to me Y/N.

And suddenly, he broke down. He was sobbing hard. I never saw Noel cry like this before. Often on the edge of tears, but not like this.

I was used to “hard” and “strong” Noel, who was never showing his emotions apart in studio when singing and playing his songs. Where he was letting his emotions loose. Because deep down, the real Noel was kinda and almost like the little boy I met, something innocent and pure. But when he would be done playing, he would call you a twat.

I loved both sides. But I loved the real Noel even more.

He sat on my bed next to me, hiding his face, so I wouldn’t see him cry.

I sat beside him, taking him in my arms.

The best thing that has ever happened to you, huh?

Yea… He answered sniffing

After Oasis?

He chuckled

Mmmh, let me guess… yes?

You bastard! I laughed

He chuckled again

Of course not. Ye’ve always been before Oasis. Before owt else.

So stop crying your heart out handsome.

He lift his head up and looked at me.

Is there any chance?

I don’t know, actions have always spoken louder than words.

I knew he understood the assignement. Because his face slowly approached mine, our eyes closed, and his lips finally touched mine, kissing them tenderly.

He let out a low moan at the feeling, as if it was the best thing in the world. His tongue asked for entrance, and I let him, the kiss becoming heated, before stopping to say:

And I’m definitely stealing the “stop crying your heart out” from ye. What a fucking title fer a song.

Y/N, your muse, at your service. I answered

Fuck yes ye are!

And he started kissing me again, this time passionately, taking our breaths away. A pool started to from in my undies. I wanted him, I needed him. I started unbuttoning his shirt at the same time.

Are ye sure? he asked me

I’ve never been so sure of my life. I answered

So he let me finish what I started, while by his side, he started peppering my neck with kisses, causing me to shiver. I missed this feeling.

I took off his shirt, letting my hands wander on his torso and his back and caressed them.

Fuck, I missed yer touch… He said

I didn’t answer and kissed him instead. I felt his hands untie my dressing gown, uncovering my breasts. He then took it off me, leaving me naked from the top.

Ye’re even more beautiful than I remember…

Oh stop it.

He chuckled

I quickly unbuckled his belt and unbutonned his jeans. He stood up and took them off. He laid me down before hovering me and kissing me again. We were eager and we couldn’t stop. I felt his hand tug at my undies. I looked at him, smiling.

What are you waiting for ? I asked

He smirked and slid them off before sliding his boxers too.

I wrapped my legs around him to feel him against my skin again. He whimpered when I did so and caressed my cheeks. He started dry humping me, his look plunged into mine. And I could see it: the flame, the same one I saw on the last day of 1983, when he said he was in love with me for the first time. Some things don’t change. Here it was a mix of love and lust.

I caressed his body, his back, his buttocks, already being almost out of breath because the feeling of our reunion was a bit overwhelming. And I could feel it did the same thing to Noel.

Eventually, I was so wet I felt him enter me without warning from dry humping me, causing me to gasp. It hurt and felt good at the same time. It had been a long time I didn’t do anything.

Fuck, ye’re so tight… Are ye okay?

Yeah, you can move already. God, I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long…

Me too.

He started thrusting in me, slowly at first, so we could both get used to the feeling, and increased the rhythm of his hips rolling against mine little by little.

I had to be as quiet as possible, and it was hard to do so. The amount of emotion I felt at this right moment made it impossible.

I was whimpering hard, looking at my lover and kissing him. His hand was trying to find mine and when he finally did, he held it tight and squeezed it.

My eyes shut in pure extasy as I felt him filling me up to the brim. Our bodies were started to be covered in sweat, and our whimpers were getting louder.

With his other hand, Noel grabbed my thigh, caressing and holding it, giving him a new angle that helped him thrust even deeper in me, hitting the right spot, making me moan.

He put his lips on mine to silence me.

And with each thrust, he was hitting this magical spot repeatedly, bringing me closer to my climax.

Fuck… I love ye so much Y/N…

With these words, my body let go. My back arched on the bed, my eyes rolled at the back of my head, and my body started trembling. Noel helped me ride out my orgasm and stopped moving, looking at me.

I’ve got ye love, I’ve got ye.

When I finally was back to earth, I felt Noel’s hand caressing my breasts, sliding to my hips.

Why did you stop? I asked

I wanted to see ye cum. I missed hearing yer sweet sounds and seeing ye cum. And I want to last a little bit longer too.

Well, I hope you’re not disappointed.

He chuckled.

How could I be? we both had what we wanted.

Oh and Noely…

What?

I love you so fucking much.

Yea, I know.

I took advantage of the situation to hover him at my turn.

My turn now. Just sit tight.

Yer orders madam.

I put a hand on his shoulder to stabilize myself, taking his member in my other hand, sliding up and down before sinking down on him completely, causing him to moan lowly, as he bit his lower lip.

I grabbed his hands and put them on my hips before putting my hands back on his shoulders as I started bouncing up and down on his hard member.

I was sore from my previous orgasm and knew my next wasn’t far. I adapted a regular pace, kissing him at the same time to silence our moans that were getting louder.

Noel’s arms wrapped around my waist, and he started thrusting in me to help me reach our extasy.

Oh Noel… I moaned lowly

His lips came in my neck, kissing it and leaving a hickey.

He found my sweet spot again and my eyes closed in pleasure.

My insides started convulsing around him, which affected his movements that quickly became sloppy.

Fuck, love, I’m going to cum… He grunted

Just say it one more time. I whimpered

Say wh-what?

Tell me you love me….

Fuck… I love ye to fucking death Y/N…

And just like this, I wrapped a hand around his bicep, while the other pulled at his hair as I let myself go again.

I was only shivers.

My head fell in the crook of Noel’s neck, crying out in pleasure against his lips. Then Noel let out long and desperate moans against mine as he filled me with his hot release.

We held each other tightly, our sweaty bodies connected, kissing and catching our breaths. I rode out my high crying. It had felt so good.

When he softened, he pulled out and we collapsed on the bed, next to each other. He kissed my forehead before caressing my arm and my face. I put my head on his torso, listening to his heartbeat.

Are ye okay? He asked

I’m more than okay, I just cried because it was a lot. I…

Ye needed this, I know. I did too.

I was going to say I missed you, but yeah, I needed you too. With everything that happened…

Hey, I’ve got me scars too love. Ye’ve healed mine and I hope I healed yers.

Oh you did. You saved my life Noely. You did even more.

And this time, I won’t let ye go. That’s a promise. I can have both. I can have ye, and I can have music too. And though, if I had to fucking choose, I’d choose ye without hesitating.

I kissed him before getting up and grabbing an old clean tee to clean our mess.

After this, we quickly fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The next morning, I was woken by a pounding on my door. FUCK, THE DOOR! We didn’t lock it!

Wakey wakey in there! my dad said

Fuck! Noel, wake up! I whispered

My young over grumbled

Five more minutes mam… he said

Noel, for fuck’s sake, it’s me not your mam and we’re at my parents!

Holy shit! He said opening his eyes as he jumped out the bed, dressing hastily

Y/N, I’m going in! my mother said

Wait no mam, I’m not presentable!

Oh, it’s all right darling, I gave birth to you, I saw you being born, I’ve already seen you naked, I know how you look like!

Quick, under the bed! I said to Noel, who immediately hid

I barely had the time to cover myself as my mum entered.

Mam! For fuck’s sake I’m 27 years old, my intimacy!

Morning to you too sweetie, I see your language is as flowery as ever!

Soz, you just took me by surprise mam.

Nevermind, what do you want for breakfast?

Huh, toasts. Toasts with some of your strawberry jam please.

Okay. Will you take the same thing Noel? She asked

Oh for fuck’s sake… I mumbled, hiding my face in embarrassment

Huh yea, thank ye Y/M/N, and a cuppa please

Alright. Be downstairs in 10 minutes! She said before closing my bedroom door

Noel showed his head for under the bed, looking at me.

Hello there. He said

I looked at him and we burst out laughing.

Please, swear you’re staying for breakfast.

I’m not going to leave ye in the lurch on yer own, ye know I’m not like that!

Thank God.

I’m only Noel but thank ye love. He chuckled

So modest.

Oh, by the way, ye forgot this when ye left the last time. He said, handing me a key

What’s this?

The key to our place. Will ye come back to me after Christmas?

I kissed him and took the key.

I’m already back, me. I answered

I dressed up and we got downstairs. My mum was in the living room, sat on the couch, waiting for us.

Ah here you are you lovebirds. Sit and have breakfast.

How did you know Noel was here mam?

Not hard to guess when there are boxers half-hidden in your bedside table. Listen, it’s normal at your age to go at it…

Oh here we go… I said

But just not under my roof anymore. When you were 16-17 years old, I couldn’t say anything. Preferred you to do it in a safe place rather than risking getting arrested. But now you’re both 27, you’re grown-up adults, you have plenty of places to go to do it. I gave birth to my daughter, but I never signed to hear her…

MAM! I exclaimed, interrupting her

Well, long story short, don’t have sex here anymore, are we clear? She said

Yes, understood mam.

Okay, we’re good then. Oh and now you’re reconciled, Y/N, after Christmas, you could…

Piss off? I asked

I wouldn’t say it like this, but that’s the idea. Your father and I we love you, you’ll always be welcomed here, but I know that if you stay, Noel will too, and what I just said would have fallen on deaf ears. At least you’ll be able to… do your thing by your side.

Well it’s nice seeing you again mam, it’s not like I’ve been away for a few months. I said, rolling my eyes

And I’m happy to see you my little angel, but it’s still the same point. Don’t have sex under my roof anymore. I didn’t raise you to assist to your lovemaking.

Jesus fucking Christ mother…

I never felt so embarrassed in my whole life. My mother had the talent to do this. At the time, I was even thinking about spending Christmas with the Gallaghers to run away from this. But happily, my mother never broached the topic again, as if nothing happened. A slightly avant-garde mother for her time but embarrassing as hell.

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