#ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ mouse!

[xxnaiad-s]

hi my love congrats on 100!!! i’m so extremely proud of you!! for your event i’m going with kageyama because i’ve been missing him a lot :( i feel very lucky to say that in the past few years i’ve really grown to love my own body – my skin, my facial features, my body shape, all things i was highly insecure about when i was younger! now i’m so hot like i love myself ….. a little bit about me! i’m the most stereotypical virgo ever like i’m such a perfectionist, hate when things are not organised, hugeee daydreamer, outgoing but i’m also slightly introverted in that i loveee to be independent. my favourite season is summer! i love the sun but i love when it rains too. my love language is quality time/acts of service although i’m quite touchy too!! with tobio i can’t not think of missionary, he’s just so pretty and i love to scratch at him <3 my dream date with him would be a dinner and an evening walk by the beach in italy 🥹 we eat pasta and drink wine and he buys me gelato after and it’s just soooo romantic <3 love u!!

aw mouse!! thank you for sending in your request!! i’m so excited to get started, i immediately went hunting for pictures for your moodboard right away! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ i hope i can do justice by you — i’ll certainly give it my all!

╰┈➤ ❝ summerkissed tide — mouse x tobio!

╰┈➤ song — telepatía by kali uchis

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 you and tobio have this type of understanding between one another that genuinely surpasses what words can put to manifest. really — it’s almost telepathic!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 it’s as if you’re with your other half because he’s so perceptive of you. with those analytical eyes of his, he’s spent time after time learning you and your tells.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he’s seen the way you admire yourself in the mirror, how you smile and your face lights up when you wear the clothes you’ve picked out for yourself. you’d gotten your nails done so beautifully, and your hair you’d chosen to tie up with a big and gorgeous bow — every aspect of your look catered and carefully picked to make your image the very likeness of summer afternoons.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪with the both of you having been so busy with each of your own schedules, tobio had been carefully and secretly planning a little getaway for the two of you!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪gosh, it was so hard for him to keep it a surprise! really! ever since you’d absentmindedly mentioned to him that you’d been thinking of seeing the beaches in italy one night while you lay cuddled next to him, he’d practically been forcing himself to plan in secret despite nearly bursting at the seams with excitement!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪it’s on a quiet night of spring when he finally shows you two plane tickets, both stamped for your flights on the first day of summer, and he watches you glow as you look up at him with happy tears in your eyes, beaming and still in a bit of disbelief because no way… did he really???

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪and when you hug him, lunging your body into his arms and kissing him all over his face, he feels so elated and indescribably happy that he’d been able to surprise you.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 during this trip, tobio goes above and beyond to do the things you’d like!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he really really wants you to be focused on absolutely nothing but having a good time, so he plans little dates for you to enjoy together!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he makes sure his phone is filled up with as many beautiful pictures of you as he can get! during those moments when your smile shines so warmly underneath the setting sun as you let the waves rush over your bare feet, tobio discreetly takes a snapshot moment of you that he adds to his evergrowing collection. one thing with him, he takes so many photos of you, in any instance he can! it makes his days so much brighter when he looks through them and sees your beautiful smile, beaming so brightly. it really warms his heart.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 every now and then, he’ll lean in for a kiss, poking his face into your line of sight and quickly touching his lips to anywhere he can on your face. he loves the way you giggle each time he pecks the corner of your lips, and absolutely can’t help the way he melts when you squeeze his hands and and lean up to touch your nose to his.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 during dinner, he absolutely adores the way you look beneath the candlelights. the warmth glows off your skin as you enjoy a delicious mouthful of creamy spaghetti. the sounds of pleasure you make are filled with delight as you offer him to taste your plate, holding out your fork for him to try.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 when you’ve both enjoyed your fill, he takes you to this cute little gelato shop where he buys you both your own waffle-bowls of strawberry gelato!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he thinks it’s so sweet the way you brush his hair away from his eyes every so often, and he can see so clearly the way your gaze gets lost in his ocean blues and he realizes — once more, amidst so many other epiphanic moments, that you love him. so profoundly and in your entirety, you love him just as much as he loves you. and it makes the taste of the cold treat so much sweeter on his tongue when he kisses your lips.

NSFW HEADCANNONS

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 in bed, tobio has a tendency to worship you and rever you as if you were his goddess

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 and if you asked anyone, he’d for sure say that it’s true. he always starts off slowly, kissing you in each place that you once felt insecure about. it’s his way of telling you just how beautiful, how divinely they make up the you that he loves and adores so much.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he absolutely adores giving you massages! he goes all out in setting the perfect mood, dimming the lights and oiling you up just right before he works on all your tense muscles and turning them into putty. he also enjoys every sweet praise that you sigh out for him — don’t tell anyone, but his face will warm up and he’ll whisper quiet ‘thank you’s against your skin as he presses little kisses down your back and thighs

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he’s always incredibly skilled with his fingers and knows just how to touch you. while his lips are sucking on your nipples, his ring and middle finger gently work their way into your cunt, spreading your lips and delving deep inside you in the places he knows will make your back arch and for you to moan his name while you tug his hair. he absolutely loves the way your thighs quiver and how breathless he renders you each and every time.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he’s always so careful and precise and loves to take his time just watching you fall apart on his hands alone. it’s a struggle with himself for wanting to lean back and admire the way your body contorts beneath him when he finally slides his cock into you — getting to watch the way your eyes clench and your mouth gapes open on swears of his name, or being close to you as humanly possible, feeling your skin burning against his as your teeth sink into his neck, bruising with each melodious moan you gift him while your pussy clenches tightly around him.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 and tobio’s always so incredibly gentle in the way he makes love to you. he always so attentive to you, being careful when he brushes your sweat-slicked hair from your brows and massaging your hips while your legs trap him closer. he’s addicted to the way your black manicured nails dig into the flesh of his back, leaving the very marks of your soul to manifest in red lines that he always admires for the following days.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 when tobio fucks you, he makes love to you in every sense of the word. always whispers in your ear with pretty groans of your name, “you look so beautiful, char… so fucking beautiful, so fucking pretty taking my cock.”

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 i think he’s most definitely the type to make you cum time and time again. he makes you promise to tell him each time you’re close, and uses his fingers and tongue to make you cream all over his face, until your thighs are squeezing around his head and your entire body is trembling with the force of your orgasms.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 always, your pleasure comes before his. and always, he wants to make you forget even the taste of your own name, until all that’s left of you is the cries and moans that you give to him, as sweet as summer’s sun.

mamba celebrates 100 followers — jjk and haikyuu selfship event!

[greenelight]

mason greene body.

[lxnarphase]

im watching the discovery channel and theres this,...guy who is just letting bats bite and drink his blood and i think he's stupid

[canon-fcdder]

✧   「   @toonsday   」   ✧  - Continued from ★  

「 ☆ 」 She used to be so adept at controlling her emotions… A deep well of composure and patience, even when Brain was prodding at her beyond belief or revealing some of the most horrid sides of himself. More-so than before she was granted intelligence. Julia still remembers how it felt to be at the mercy of her baser emotions. Calculating as she may have been even as a mere rodent, her actions were still spurred by an ever-present sensation of self-preserving fear. This... is a strange amalgamation of the two. A nauseating one, at times.

Understanding what is happening within her. Aware rather than simply bowing to the instinctive whims of it without comprehension. But still just as helpless as that field mouse. Lashing out at her loved one with nothing but the guilt gnawing at her stomach AFTERWARD to show for it. Mistakes already made. No relief. No sense of satisfaction at venting frustrations, like she doesn't doubt BRAIN experiences at the tail-end of a tantrum. But misaimed maliciousness is a emptying feeling.

And it's all Brain's fault for introducing her to such a cruel concept.

No... No. She has to take accountability for her actions. Out of her control as they be in the moment, they are still hers to claim. Breathing heavily, Julia comes to this sobering conclusion as she gazes down and the tattered remains of her latest plans. Numbers hadn't been adding up the way they should. Some key component of an otherwise ingenious scheme refusing to fall into place. She faintly recalls Billie suggesting she take a break. Come back to it later once her ❛ mind had cleared ❜ ... It gets a bit hazy after that. Nothing but the unmistakable bubbling of indignant shame anger in her gut feeling perfectly tangible.

Julia must have ripped up her plans after Billie excused herself.

Did she scream while doing it? Her throat hurts, so she must have... Sounds like something she'd do. Pun not intended, although Julia can't help but subconsciously appreciate the wordplay. She has a fondness for language, after all. Especially when used to humorously highlight a situation. Unfunny as THIS one may be.

Sucking in a deep breath, she slowly exhales. Moving her hands with the motion, as if pushing down the festering frustrations. Silently praying for stress to not elicit another shock— as she's observed it sometimes does —while she's trying to converse with Billie. While they don't always bring about fits of losing control, they DO greatly assist with it. Besides, it hurts to have one's brain shocked. Worriedly glancing over her shoulder at the retreated rodent, fingers lightly tap in a drumming motion before she hesitantly makes her way over. Steps are soft and slow... Careful.

Before she sits down beside Billie, not fully facing the other female and fair distance away. Downcast gaze is fixated upon hands clasped on her lap, wanting to give Billie some semblance of privacy. It can be difficult to get any when in such close quarters. ❝ I shouldn't have yelled at you. That was wrong of me... And I know you're going to say it wasn't completely in my control. ❞ A hand raises, cutting of any expected retaliation. Gentle but firm, Julia insists, ❝ But I still did it. I still know I am... capable of that. So, I'm sorry. ❞

❝ One of the things I detested most was how Brain mistreated those around him. ❞ She still bristles at the mere thought of how he interacted with Pinky. How he abuses such a loyal and loving soul… Billie isn’t quite the same when it comes to innocent ignorance ( it’s hard to believe Pinky fully understands how harmful his affection for Brain is ) but Julia honestly doesn’t know if that works for or against the other mouse. Either way, she doesn’t seem liable to leave any time soon. However Julia may suspect it’d be in Billie’s best interest. 「 ☆ 」

[voxsremotec0ck]

𝐒𝐢𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐞.ᐟ

ᯤ Vox x Fem!Reader

ᯤ NSFW, cockwarming, dom!Vox, mean!Vox, spanking, claws, riding, overstim

wc - 1k

˗ˏˋ Vox has a long day of work ahead of him and he knows just the thing to make it bearable ˎˊ˗

Today was going to be a long fucking day in his monitor room. He has to prepare next week’s broadcasts, look over blueprints for new products; basically anything you could think of Vox needed to do.

It also didn’t help that last night, Valentino went on another rampage, complaining about something Angeldust said to him at a club.

So to say the Tech Overlord was stressed and very much not looking forward to today was an understatement.

At least, he wasn’t until he got a brilliant idea.

And that brilliant idea of Vox’s is what led you here, straddling his lap completely naked with his cock buried inside of you.

You weren’t allowed to move, not until he finished all of his work. No, you were just meant to keep him company, keep him warm, and keep him entertained.

It was so hard to sit still with him, stuffing you full, tip just kissing your cervix. Especially when Vox would bring his hand to your back, gently running the tips of his claws along your spine and making your skin prickle with goosebumps.

You clung to his suit jacket to ground yourself. Your eyes were glued to the floor, watching his sharks swim around under the thick glass as a distraction. But the throbbing between your legs just got worse as time passed.

Just sitting here felt like torture.

All you wanted was for him to at least let you roll your hips, even slowly. Feel his hard dick move inside of you and drag across your sweet spot.

You didn’t even realize you had started moving until a loud smack filled the room, and your ass-cheek began to sting.

“W̵̦͌h̶̫̘̰͝ä̷̯̻́̐́t̶̰̼̋͌ did I tell you?” Vox’s smooth voice sounded like static, and you whimpered.

“Don’t move.”

“Correct, and what are going to do?”

You took a shaky breath and clung to him tighter, “Sit still.”

Game show noises rang condescendingly from the speakers in Vox’s monitor. “Good girl. I’m almost done, so if you can continue to be good for me, I’ll let you cum, okay?”

“Okay.” You nodded against his chest, the nickname making you clench around him.

The sounds of Vox glitching make you realize what you’re doing and relax. A hand comes down to smack your ass again, making you flinch, “D̷͉͇͊̀̎o̶̬̔̌l̷͉̇̒͛l̸͈͛͝-“

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry it’s-“

“I know, you love it when I call you that, don’t you?” Vox asks, his hands squeezing your ass and his claws just barely piercing your skin.

You nod, and He smacks your other cheek, the feeling of his cock twitching inside of you making you moan, “But I can only call you that if you’re actually good for me. So will you be good for me, Dollface?”

“Yes! Yes, I’ll be good, I promise!”

Vox chuckles, “Good.”

Another hour passes like that, you trying your absolute hardest to stay still while Vox continues working. Your legs and hips are sore from being in this position for so long, but nothing is worse than the ach in your core.

You silently wish your flat-faced boyfriend would hurry up.

A sigh leaving Vox’s lips made you perk up like a dog, and the sound of the keyboard being replaced with the clicking of a mouse got your hopes up.

“Okay,” Vox hummed, making one final click with his mouse before leaning back to look at you, “All done.”

“R-really?” You ask, tears of relief filling your eyes.

The Overlord chuckles meanly and brings a clawed finger up to wipe a tear that escaped, “Yes, honey, really. Are you ready to ride me now?”

“Yes!” You sniffle, nodding your head so fast you almost bump it against his monitor.

“Then what do you say?” That cocky smile you both love and hate spreads across his screen as he asks.

“Please! Please let me ride you, please let me cum!” You all but scream, tears really falling now.

Vox’s smile grows impossibly wider, and he leans back in his chair, getting comfortable as he slips his hands in the crease between your hips and thighs, “Good girl. Now go on, make us cum.”

You didn’t hesitate for even a second. The moment those words fell from his lips, you were bouncing and rolling your hips, hands fisting his suit in a death grip.

Finally, you were chasing that release you craved.

“Fuck Doll, this really got you worked up, huh?” Vox groaned, squeezing his hands in your hips and piercing your skin with his claws. The pain made you cry out and clench around him.

You wanted to yell at him; of course, you were worked up after being teased like that for hours. Instead, all you could do was moan and hold onto him, already feeling your climax approaching.

“I’m- I’m gonna cum-“ You babbled out, trying desperately to fight it off until he gave you permission.

“Okay, but you better not stop moving.” Vox chuckled breathily, “I’m not finished with you yet.”

All you really registered was his permission to cum. Your body tensed as pleasure tore through your body, making your hips stutter and your back arch.

“God, you look so good like that.” Vox glitched out, his hands moving your hips for you, fucking you on and off his cock like a toy.

You were definitely screaming now, barely able to enjoy your orgasm as the Overlord roughly thrust up into you. Overstimulation made the feeling painful but didn’t stop a second release from building in your core.

“F-fuck Vox!”

“Yeah, that’s right, I’m the one making you feel this good!” Vox’s voice was buffering along with his screen, and you barely registered the lights flickering.

“I’m- fu-ck gonna-“ You couldn’t even finish your sentence, cumming without his permission and clenching around him like a vice.

“F̴̻̺̂̀ǘ̷̝͂̓c̶̣̈͒k̸̟̄!” Vox cried out, cumming inside of you and filling you up even more.

You could feel the static in the air as the power went out, but neither of you cared. Instead, you both sat there panting, limply holding each other as you came down from your highs.

“We,” Vox said through quick breaths, “are definitely doing that again.”

You chuckled tiredly and opened your mouth to reply before a loud, muffled scream tore through the quiet, and you recognized Velvette’s voice as she shouted,

“VOX I SWEAR TO FUCK!”

I can’t believe I have a little over 100 followers already omg

[dobbie-doo]

˗ˏˋ ꒰ VOICE LINES..ABOUT Y/N꒱ ˎˊ˗ wanderer, ayato, tartaglia, albedo,dain

Do you want to know what the characters think about you ?

✧ status — has a liking for you.. enjoy reading !!

✧ Wanderer

— "Why did you suddenly decide to stick your nose in, and with such questions? Hm, I owed her a favor, so… She’s extremely annoying, and sometimes I think I’ll really go live as a hermit in the Avidya forest or somewhere where her presence won’t be a burden.. Hm? Why are you looking at me like that?"

✧ Ayato Kamisato

— "How is that traveler who was with you last time? I hope I didn’t scare her too much back then, since she decided not to honor me with her presence this time. Funny, don’t you think?"

✧ Tartaglia

— "Have you seen her? Where? Lately, it’s like she’s been avoiding me… Especially after our skirmish, when Y/N dared to attack my subordinates… Do you think that’s the case? Come on, I figured it out a long time ago, but you know, this game of cat and mouse adds more excitement! Teucer misses his dear sister Y/N.."

✧ Albedo

— "At first, I tried to make her my test subject, within reasonable limits, of course. However, she never let me do it. Do I really look that scary? Maybe I should be more friendly with Y/N? I like studying her, but human relationships are so tiring and complicated. Although, we always meet her, even when the chance is extremely small. Who is this mysterious person?"

✧ Dainsleif

— "Me and that girl became close? Ahem, I don’t understand what you mean, Traveler. Love affairs have long ceased to mean anything to me - it’s a waste of time, even when it is eternal. Did you see us together in the Luhua Lake?.. I’m sure you got it wrong."

[asharasasylum]

♡ drabble Naoya Zenin booklet - entry 1

˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗ warnings: non con. dub con. manipulation. blackmail. step-cest. smut. allusions to abuse/assualt. not proof read. 18+

Step brother! Naoya who is mean to everyone but especially cruel to you at times. He taunts you relentlessly but there is only so much he’s been able to get away with his father around. When that happens, his attention falls onto one of the poor maids and with a hand wrapped around their wrist, he yanks them to his room. 

You can’t lie, you're glad when he leaves for college, ecstatic not to have to share a house with him for the next few years. But the years roll by fast and one day he’s at the front door again, his father and your mother ready to greet him. 

He’s changed, you think. He’s always been obsessed with his appearance but maybe you’ve never noticed it before because he’s definitely in great shape. He practically towers over you when he comes to greet you, and you bite on your tongue stopping yourself from making a comment about how he’s clearly been working out, eyes falling over his thick muscles. You don't need to add to his ego.

But Naoya hasn’t really changed. He tugs on one of your plaits and laughs as you slap his hand away, already back to his usual antics. 

“Didn’t you miss me.” 

He’s back to his usual ways but for some reason he’s able to get away with more. He’s a bit rougher with you, play fighting with you, tugging on your hair to get your attention. Either your parents don’t seem to notice, or now that you’re older they think you should be able to handle yourself. But with each push you give Naoya, you get a shove back. 

It’s not till things take a turn that you really start trying to avoid him. His hands wandering in places they shouldn’t or him pressing up against you in the kitchen. Even with people around you can feel his predatory gaze latched onto you at all times. And you’re sure your fear is what turns him on even more, the game of it all, cat and mouse. 

Naoya always gets what he wants and while you’re great at avoiding him, he eventually corners you and gets you alone again. But when he pulls you into his bedroom, pressing your back flush against his chest, you tell him that you’ll scream. 

He doesn’t like that. With his hand wrapped around your throat he snarls, and squeezes. 

He gives you a proposition, you or the maids. He can see your face drop at that, your stomach dropping as guilt floods through your body. He hasn’t touched them since his arrival and while you aren’t sure what exactly happened behind his closed doors all those years ago, your mind could think of a thousand awful possibilities. 

It’s you. 

Even if you do change your mind, any form of protest is lost on Naoya’s lips. 

The kiss is hot and heavy, his lips firmly pressing against yours, not allowing you a second to breathe. He seems desperate for more though, using his free hand to venture underneath your t-shirt as you slowly turn to face him. 

You gasp into the kiss when Naoya cups your bare breast and he laughs at the reaction, using it to slip his tongue into your mouth. On one side you think of biting down on his bottom lip, drawing blood and making a run for it. But you can’t deny how easily you’re melting into his touch as the tips of his fingers graze over your nipple, switching to play with the other breast. 

You’re surprised about how easily you fall into his bed, no protest even forming in that head of yours as his fingers slip into your soaked panties. You find yourself bare before him, biting down on your bottom lip as he toys with your cunt, keeping your legs open as his kneels between them.  

“Pretty girl,” Naoya whispers before slapping your folds for the first time followed by, “Count.” 

And you tried, you desperately tried as he went between slapping your folds and soothing the harsh sting with rubbing your arousal across your pussy. One, two… the number normally got caught in your throat around five in a sob. 

Eventually you resort to pathetically whimpering “please” in hopes he’ll show mercy on you and when he tuts, you brace yourself for another slap only to be met with a finger poking at your entrance.

“You’re getting so wet,” he hums in approval, playing with the slick that has formed down there. “Who thought a girl like you would get so wet at such cruelty?” 

He forces a thick finger in, groaning at the way your walls try desperately to resist and force him out. You’re so tight, it’s not an easy feat you know, leaving you with a stinging pain as he stretches you open. Your back arches when he uses his other hand to touch your clit and you can’t help but let out a sharp moan as he slips a second finger inside your walls. . 

When you look up at him, Naoya almost seems entranced, eyes focused on what’s between your thighs only for you to break it when his fingers curl inside you. They touch a sweet spot, one that makes your hips dig into the mattress beneath you and let out a strangled moan, one that his gaze peering back up to you. 

He keeps toying with it till you feel that knowing sensation grow in your stomach while keeping his focus completely on you and you feel yourself clench around him, greedily asking for more. You think he feels it, picking up his pace and as he does making your toes curl. 

You’re so close to the edge, hands desperately clawing at the sheets before your orgasm finally washes over you. You’re breathless after, legs trembling, trying to close around Noaya’s hips but unable to. When it finally stops and you look up at him, he’s smirking down at you, the hunger still burning in his eyes at you. It’s clear that this is far from over and you’re only proven right when Naoya presses his body next to yours, not even giving you a second before he’s lining himself up with your entrance. And you, unrecognisable compared to the woman you were minutes ago, welcome him.

[not-neverland06]

𝙴𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 - 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚊𝚍 𝙻𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚍

Pairing ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Arthur Morgan x fem!reader

A/N: Ah, we've finally arrived. The last stop on this journey. I honestly thought I would feel more relieved saying goodbye to these two but it's a little bittersweet. Arthur is such an important character to me and one I've always held close to my heart. Being able to write this series for him is definitely one of my prouder moments as a fanfiction author. Thank you all for staying along for the ride and all of the love and support you've given me 🫶

Hell Hath No Fury Series (complete)

Summary: The past is behind you, all you have to do now is choose which path you'll follow.

The door before you is covered in a fresh coat of paint. An attempt at erasing the past that almost makes you laugh. There’s no amount of polish that can scrub away the memories and lives embedded in its frame. This estate, once pristine, holds no warmth for you, only the echoes of a childhood so distant you struggle to remember it. 

Still, you know there were moments, brief fleeting moments of happiness before you knew better. Before you understood that love only had a place when it was currency, when it was useful, before you learned that you were just another debt to be collected. 

The door creaks open, and a pair of green eyes scrutinizes you from within. “Mrs. Rowe?” The maid’s timid voice asks hesitantly. 

You don’t know her name, after a while, they all blurred together. Each of them became the same spineless, faceless shadows that bent to your mother’s every whim. You consider correcting her, telling her to call you by your maiden name, but the thought goes sour in your mouth. That name was your father’s, and he had owned you just as much as your husband. 

“Please,” you lift your chin, eyes narrowing at her, “I’m not Mrs. Rowe any longer,” you tell her curtly. 

The maid frowns and the door opens a tad wider. Her nose wrinkles in distaste, but she says nothing, not bold enough to speak out against you. Instead, she bows her head and steps aside, holding the door open to you. 

The scent of overpriced cigars and aged whiskey is thick in the air. Breathing in is like being thrown right back to days of racing through these halls, avoiding your mother’s scoldings and your father’s plotting. You almost feel the twitch of a smile as you peer up the banister of the stairs, where you know your old room is. 

The house remains unchanged, the same ornate rugs swallow your footsteps as you follow the maid down the hall. Chandeliers drip with excess in a way that you always thought was gaudy but your mother claimed show class. 

The maid stops in front of a familiar oak door, bowing her head once more before rushing off like a frightened mouse. Behind it, he’s waiting for you. 

You push the knob down and step inside, your father sits at his desk, posture relaxed as if he were expecting you. A half-empty glass of bourbon rests in his hand, swirling it lazily as he watches you approach. You notice grays in his hair that you’d never seen before, signs of age, and the truth that even money can’t stop the relentless passage of time. 

The lines around his face are deeper than you remember, but his eyes, still sharp and calculating, assessing you for your worth, haven’t changed at all. 

“When I received word from my daughter after nearly a year of believing her to be dead, I certainly hadn’t thought you would have become an outlaw.” You don’t take a seat and don’t say a word. Standing a few feet back from his desk, you keep your face carefully blank. “Van der Linde gang, wasn’t it?”

You don’t bite and ask how he knows, demand for him to tell you how he’s keeping track of you. It’s better to know less about your father’s reach and influence. Besides, little tricks like this haven’t scared you since you were a child. 

He waits for you to speak, huffing out a forced laugh when you don’t. “Finally returned back to me. I can only assume you want something.” He sets his glass down on his desk and leans back in his ornate leather chair. “I presume it has something to do with that outlaw lover of yours?”

Hands clenching reflexively around your purse and the revolver inside, your jaw clenches, the first tell you’ve given him. His lips curl, something cruel dancing behind his eyes. “If you hadn’t already been tainted by that useless husband of yours, I might just keep you here. Sell you to the next highest bidder.”

You don’t flinch and give him the satisfaction of a reaction. But you know he means every word. If you actually still held value or standing in society, he wouldn’t hesitate to put you back under lock and key, using any means necessary to cage you. 

“You can try,” you say smoothly, tilting your head ever so slightly. “But that worthless husband you picked out for me has left me as quite the undesirable.”

Something flickers across his face, amusement, maybe even appreciation for the bite in your tone. That’s the game he plays. He has no tolerance for disobedience and no respect for someone who doesn’t fight back. Perpetually dissatisfied. 

He leans back in his chair, eyes flicking over you. “What do you want, little bird?”

You take your time answering, stepping closer to the desk, glancing over the neatly stacked ledgers and letters. An old pen rests beside his arm, but he doesn’t seem to notice the black ink staining his shirt sleeve. 

“I want Arthur Morgan and the others who escaped with him left alone,” you say, voice even. “The Pinkertons, Cornwall. Every last hunter that’s sniffing after them. I want them called off.”

He raises a brow, lips curling slightly at the corners. “What makes you think I have that sort of influence?”

Your lashes flutter innocently and a demure smile flits across your face. “I know about the deal you made last spring,” you tell him, watching as his face tightens with recognition. “The one that ended with all of those men floating face down in the bayou. You’re the one who taught me to be seen and not heard, father. I just learned to listen.” You let the weight of your words sink in, watching as something like a warning crosses his face. You lean against the edge of the desk, voice dropping to a whisper, “You’ll find the power, and you’ll get me what I want.”

A slow smirk tugs at his lips and you draw back. “I always knew you were observant, listening in when I should have stopped you. Call it fatherly indulgence, but I didn’t think it would turn you into someone so conniving. I could almost say I’m proud if you weren’t such a disgrace to the family.”

Fists clenching by your side, you bite your lip and keep yourself quiet. It’s a waiting game, drawing the prey in to get what you want. 

He drums his fingers against the wood, considering. Then, finally, he sighs, reaching for his bourbon. “Fine. The Pinkertons and Cornwall will lose interest in what's left of your little gang.” He takes a sip, watching you over the rim of his glass. “But Dutch Van der Linde? The ones who followed him? I’m not lifting a finger for them.”

“Good, I wasn’t asking you to.”

That earns you a short, sharp laugh. “Cutthroat, I suppose becoming an outlaw finally gave you a spine. If only you discovered it sooner, it would have been much more entertaining to break you as a child.” 

You swallow hard, taking another step back from him before you feel the urge to put a bullet between his eyes. “What else?” He presses, setting his drink down. “I assume you didn’t come all this way just for that.”

“I need a few high-profile bounty hunting jobs- on paper.”

He arches a brow, “For Morgan?”

You shrug, not willing to give away more than you have to. “For a friend.”

Understanding dawns over his face, followed quickly by an all too familiar smirk. “The sheriffs won’t let a woman collect their bounties, is that it?” You don’t dignify him with a response and he hums, tapping his fingers against the desk as he thinks. “Done.”

Relief unfurls in your chest but you don’t give it away. Nodding, you turn away, but his voice stops you at the door. “You’re a fool for choosing this life,” he tells you, tone light but laced with something darker. “You could have had everything.”

You look over your shoulder, barely meeting his eye. “We have different definitions of what that means,” you tell him simply, “I’d rather be free than a miserable miser like you.” His jaw snaps shut, eyes going cold, and you walk out the door, leaving him behind. 

Arthur leaves Diablo to roam in the valley beside the cabin. When he’d gotten up this morning you were already gone, Lady nowhere to be found. He tried not to worry, he knows by now you’re smart enough to handle yourself. But there’s a lot of people who want to hurt you both right now. Not just the bounty hunters and the Pinkertons, but this land is infested with the Murfree brood. 

Coming back from his hunt now, he can already see Lady trotting up to Diablo, and there on the porch, you sit. Your back is to him as he approaches, fingers tight around a letter in your hand. He vaguely recognizes the handwriting, but not enough to identify the author. 

“Hey,” he mutters, taking a seat on the stoop beside you. You glance up at him, folding the letter away and smiling. “What’s that?” He asks, nodding toward the papers now tucked away. 

Your smile shifts into something a little sadder and you glance out toward the water. “Charles finally wrote me back,” there’s a tone to your voice he can’t recognize, it’s bittersweet. “I think it might be the last letter I receive from him. He has plans to move to Canada. To start,” you hesitate before smiling fondly, “he’s going to start a family.”

Sucking in a deep breath you shrug and look toward him. “How was your ride?”

“Fine,” he dismisses quickly. “Where’d you go this mornin’?”

Your face morphs into something careful, guarded. “I had some business in the city,” he knows you don’t want him to press you further. It’s clear that whatever you were dealing with was something personal. As much as he worries about you, he won’t press, even if the curiosity is gnawing at him.

“You know it’s risky to go out on your own right now.”

You smile, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek, “Trust me, I won’t be taking any more risks.” 

The room is quiet, save for the rhythmic sound of your breathing beside him. Arthur lays on his back, eyes glued to the ceiling as his fingers drum a restless beat against his stomach. Moonlight spills through the window, illuminating the cabin with a soft silver glow. 

Sleep has been harder and harder to find. It’s never come easy before, but he’d hoped it might be different now. He’s spent too many years with one eye open, waiting for a knife in the dark or gunfire to crack through the night. Even now, with no enemies nearby, no barking orders, and no campfire flickering just out of reach, his body refuses to believe he’s safe. 

He supposes he isn’t. The Pinkertons will still be after him, he figures he’s probably got a hefty bounty on his head. Large enough for the more reckless hunters to go after him. Sometimes he thinks Dutch might even be out there, seething over Arthur’s betrayal, waiting to find him again. 

Arthur sits up in bed, scrubbing a hand down his tired face. He reaches for the sketchbook resting on the nightstand beside him and flips it open. A piece of charcoal is already wedged between the worn pages and falls into his open palm as he settles against the headboard. Idly, he lets his hand start drawing a far too familiar form. 

The curve of your jaw, the way your hair spills across your pillow, he barely has to look at you to draw it now. Still, he finds his eyes drawn toward your sleeping form, taking in the peaceful rise and fall of your chest. You shift, mumbling something incoherent, and sling your arm over his waist. 

Arthur huffs out a quiet laugh, the warmth of your touch grounding in a way. He runs his hand along your arm, lacing your fingers together as you shift even closer to him. There’s not long to savor the moment before a loud whooping laugh shatters the silence outside. 

His hand stills its idle sketching, body going rigid like a hunting dog who’s found his mark. He sits up straighter, ears straining to hear the night outside the cabin walls. The grating laughter moves closer, faster, and louder than he’s comfortable with. 

He hears the distant sound of a bottle shattering and a sharp crack echoing through the night. Arthur swings his legs over the side of the bed, muscles tense, and catches the flickering glow of fire through the window. It almost sounds as if the horses are screaming in their pen. 

He’s on his feet in an instant, rushing to the door and grabbing the rifle resting along the wall. You shoot up in bed, blinking the sleep out of your eyes, and watch him throw the door open. “Arthur?” You call out, voice thick with sleep but growing more alert. 

“Stay low,” he warns you briefly, already moving through the door. 

Heat licks at his skin as he steps outside. Wildflowers near the fence are ablaze, the flames stretching dangerously close to the horses’ pen. Lady and Diablo run around wildly, bucking at nothing as the fire stretches closer. 

A group of men holler in the distance, growing closer as they circle around the property like wolves. Arthur sucks in a sharp breath, aiming the rifle at the closest one. Murfree boys, he should have known. 

“Should’ve never come on our land!” One of them shouts, lifting another fire bottle, his match dangerously close to the fabric inside. Arthur doesn’t hesitate as he pulls the trigger, the boy and the bottle falling harmlessly to the ground as he slides off his saddle. 

You rush past him, paying no heed to the men with their guns pointed at you. He tries to snatch your arm, but you’ve got a bucket of water in your hands and you’re trying to put the fire out. He sees the way you glance worriedly toward Lady as the flames consume more of the dry grass around you. 

There’s a moment of stillness, the men stop moving and simply stare at Arthur. “He killed Mitch!” One of them shouts, the rest shouting something incomprehensible in rage. Gunfire erupts and Arthur curses, grabbing you and ducking behind the wall of the cabin. Arthur peers around the side and takes another shot before he ducks back into cover, reloading the rifle. 

There aren’t many of them, and they aren’t good shots. But he’s worried about the fire, not the fools shooting at him. The fight doesn’t last long, a few more well-placed bullets and the last of the Murfree boys fall. The only sounds left are the frantic whinnies of the horses and the sound of water sizzling against flames. 

He grabs another bucket and dips it into the lake, stomping out dying embers and putting to rest the remaining fire. When it’s finally out, you slump against him, chest heaving. His heart is still pounding in his ears, adrenaline thrumming in his veins. 

“They’ll come back,” you mutter against his chest, voice quiet but sure. 

Arthur swallows, watching the darkened tree line. They’re not known for letting go of grudges or forgiving the killing of one of their own. “I know,” he tells you, arm wrapping around you and pulling you close. His mind is already made up, he’s taking you somewhere else. And soon. 

The wagon rocks slightly to the side as Arthur directs the horses over a small rock and you reach eagerly for the reigns. “Let me drive,” you demand, the same way he’s been listening to you do the whole ride. 

Arthur snorts, shaking his head and tightening his grip. “Not a chance.”

You lean back on the bench, crossing your arms with a slightly amused tilt to your lips. “Oh, come on,” you admonish, “you act like I’m a bad driver.”

He gives you a flat look, thinking back to the cougar that nearly had you running the wagon off the side of a mountain. “You are a bad driver.”

“Yeah?” You taunt, something challenging in the way you narrow your eyes at him. “Who was it that broke the wheel clean off the last wagon?”

Arthur refuses to make eye contact with you, steering the horses around a rut in the dirt path. He shrugs, “That was different.”

You scoff incredulously, shoving at his shoulder. “How?”  

Arthur shrugs, “That was Dutch’s wagon.”

You bark out a laugh, shaking your head and leaning against his shoulder. “So? That makes it a bad wagon?”

“I ain’t sayin’ it makes it bad, I’m just sayin’ it don’t count.” You roll your eyes but he sees the fondness in your expression as you sit back. He knows you’re letting him win, you could argue with him for hours, running circles around him. Even though you are a bad driver. 

The thick line of trees lining the road slowly thins and opens up. A field of purple wildflowers stretching toward the horizon lay before you. A small stream glimmers under the light of the late afternoon sun and winds its way through. In the distance, at the end of the small trail, he can see John, Abigail, and Jack waiting for the both of you. 

Arthur makes his way up the rest of the off-road trail, nose already wrinkling in distaste at the spot John has chosen for him. He pulls the wagon to a stop and rounds the side, offering you his hand. You roll your eyes at the gesture, smiling playfully and letting him help you down even though you both know it’s unnecessary. 

Arthur adjusts his hat, leveling John with a skeptical look. “You sure this is gonna work?”

John exhales sharply, leveling Arthur with a flat look. He steps forward, holding out Arthur’s cut from what he stole from Dutch. “Why’re you always doubtin’ me?”

Arthur takes the money and crosses his arms, shrugging, “‘Cause most of the time, you’re doin’ somethin’ worth doubtin’.” Abigail makes a noise of agreement, cutting John a sharp glare. You shift uncomfortably beside him and he lets out a sigh. 

He’s never more grateful for you than when he watches John and Abigail interact. That woman wouldn’t be happy with him if he did do everything she asked him to, although he most definitely does not. She’s never going to trust that he can fully integrate into a normal life or make something of himself. Having someone behind you, always doubting you, always judging you, it would drive Arthur insane. 

As much as you’ve gotten angry with him over the stupid choices he makes, you’ve always trusted him. He’s given you plenty of reason to doubt him, and still, you stand beside him. Even when he told you he had some half-baked plan to start a ranch on some cheap land Marston found for him, you followed him. And you trusted him when he told you he could take care of you. There’s no constant scrutinization of the man he used to be. 

He lets Abigail and John bicker, looping his arm over your shoulder and leading you around them so you can get a good look at the land you’re about to be living on. You squeeze his hand, smiling up at him, and Arthur feels some of the weight on his shoulders ease. 

The fire crackles softly outside the tent, casting a flickering light against the canvas walls. This tent is bigger than the one he’d had in camp, more spacious, and with wooden poles to hold it up. It has to be better until the actual house can be built, it’s what you’ll be living in for a long while. 

You sit beside him on the cot, sewing up a hole in one of your pants while he looks through the plans for the house. The scent of lavender and honeysuckle drifts through the open flap along with the sound of the creatures in the forest beyond. 

“I went to St. Denis,” you tell him, and somehow, he knows you mean the morning you disappeared. 

Arthur’s expression pinches, he looks up from the paper, taking in the way your face is illuminated by the dim light. “Why?” He demands, frustration creeping around the edges of his tone. It’s one thing to have gone out on your own, it’s even worse that you went to a place swarming with Pinkertons and cops. 

 “I went to see my father,” you tell him, voice calm despite his tension. You place your sewing to the side and shift closer to him. “The Pinkertons, the bounty hunters,” you pause, eyes roaming over his face to gauge his reaction. “They’ll be leaving us alone now, all of them.”

Arthur rubs a hand down his face, biting back the urge to say something smart. It’s not as simple as that. Whatever you’ve done, whatever favor you’ve called on, men like your father don’t just let things go. He feels like he should be angry. Hell, a part of him is mad that you put yourself at risk. 

But he sees the quiet determination on your face. You reached into your past, took the pieces that could be used against you, and turned it into something that could finally give you both a true clean slate. Arthur exhales, shaking his head. 

A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips and he reaches forward, tugging you closer to him. “A whole new life, huh?”

You smile at him, leaning in until your lips are nearly brushing against his. “Yeah,” you whisper, “A whole new life.” Arthur leans forward, lips catching yours as he tugs you onto his lap. Maybe you acted a bit like a fool, but he can’t blame you. He would have done the same thing if it meant another chance with you. 

A few years later

The morning air is crisp, as always it carries with it the distant scent of the animals around the ranch, and poppies and lilies. Boots creak softly against the wooden planks of the porch as you step outside, pausing for a moment to take in the sight before you. 

Arthur sits in his rocking chair, the slow, steady rhythm of its movements in time with his easy breaths. His gaze remains fixed on the pasture, watching as the horses move lazily through the field, the cattle grazing beyond them. The sun is already high in the sky, warming the porch under your feet. Its golden light spills across the land, lighting up the stream beyond. Every morning, he watches it rise. 

You move toward your chair beside him, settling into the familiar seat. He doesn’t look away from the horizon, but his hand finds yours, calloused fingers warm against your skin. His thumb drags slow circles over the back of your hand, a quiet steady reassurance. 

Neither of you speak as there’s nothing to be said. No threats hang over your heads. No weight presses against your shoulders. 

There is only this. The soft rustle of the grass in the breeze, the warmth of the sun on your skin, the gentle creaking of the rocking chair. And the two of you, the outlaw and the lady. 

end. — I do not own the characters or the game Red Dead Redemption 1/2, but this writing is my own all rights reserved © not-neverland06 2025. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

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[yournightmary]

i need bsf!ellie whos secretly inlove with reader.. maybe even childhood bestfriend!ellie RAAAA i will preach the friends to lovers agenda till i die!

Bsf!Ellie HCs

content warning:: fem!reader, jealous!Ellie maybe?, modern!AU, mentions of drinking and smoking

AN:: Friends to lovers is so underrated.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ She’s the type of friend to jokingly call you her wife/girlfriend. Probably has your contact saved as ‘my wife💍’ or something similar.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ She’s always very cuddly and clingy. Cuddles you to sleep during sleepovers… that’s just what good friends do, right?

⇢ ˗ˏˋ She was such a loser when she was younger oh my gooddd. Her first kiss was you when you both decided to ‘practice’ kissing as friends. Totally did not feel butterflies in her stomach and her heart didn’t ache, what are you taking about?

⇢ ˗ˏˋ I can see her not really knowing that she was in love with you, you know what I mean? Like, she’d think that you’re just her platonic soulmate- that’s why she feels the best when she’s around you… and why she gets jealous whenever you start getting along with other people.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Made the mistake of being jokingly flirty at first and then you mistook each and every one of her attempts as just her being her usual silly self.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Buys you valentines gifts and says that that’s just what best friends do.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Definitely the type of person to force herself to date someone just so she could take her mind off of you. She couldn’t.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Maybe like a cat and mouse sort of situation. Like you’d get into a relationship with someone so she’d start looking too, but then once she gets into a relationship you’d break up yours. Am I making sense?

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Probably did some stupid shit just to impress you when you were younger. Always ended up with bruises and tons of scratches, maybe even detention or getting grounded.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Jokes about you guys getting married if you don’t find anyone before turning 30. Then gets happy like an idiot when you agree.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Slept over at your place so much when you were younger that your parents started giving her chores and inviting her to family vacations. When you got older it turned into her having her own drawer of clothes and helping you out with every single task you do. Going grocery shopping? She’ll tag along. You have to fill out some important paperwork somewhere? Yeah, she can come with you.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ I have a teeny tiny feeling that’s she’d try to sabotage your dates. You’d be at a restaurant with this new person you met and she’d call all panicked and upset about something, saying how you need to come see her right now. And you’re her best friend, so of course you’re muttering apologies to your date and leaving immediately.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Most of the people that aren’t your friends think you’re dating. Then when you tell them you’re just friends they’re like ‘righhhhttt…’ (no one believes it)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ In high school she told people you already have a prom date (you didn’t) just so they wouldn’t ask you. Then she’d swoop in and say that you should go as friends, since you both didn’t have a date.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ She’d compare herself to all the people you’ve dated all the time. And if you’ve never been in a relationship she’d do the same with your crushes, celebrity or not.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Loves to have multiple days sleepovers because it kind of feels like you’re a happy couple living together.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ FOR SURE would read articles like ‘How to tell if your best friend is in love with you’ when she was younger. Sprinkle in some ‘How to tell if someone’s gay’ if you’re feeling like it.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Asked you to fake date in early high school because ‘some guy kept bothering her’ (he did not wtf)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ You were with her every time she did something for the first time. When she got her first period, when she first drove a car, when she first smoked and drunk alcohol, when she had her first kiss… maybe even more. That’s what best friends are for, am I right?

⇢ ˗ˏˋ She’d say she likes someone and when you asked about it she’d do the whole ‘You know this person really well’ thing OH MY GODDD.

I love women

[stolenorchids]

˗ˏˋ KINKMAS 2024 ˎˊ˗ “T’was the night before Christmas, when not a creature was stirring all through the house, not even a mouse.”

a/n - this is my very first time doing something annual like this! I'm hoping to continue this through to next year - maybe even add kinktober to the list:D there will be multiple fandoms in this lineup, however, most of them will be BSD - keep in mind that characters are subject to change please read the content warnings, and as always, MDNI!!

fallen-angel daiquiri - $12.01 ft. chuuya nakahara ˗ˏˋpossessiveness, refusion of attention, choking and dirty talkˎˊ˗

blood-mark cosmopolitan - $12.07 ft. shxtou ˗ˏˋphone sex, teasing, marking, oral (fem! receiving), and mutual masturbationˎˊ˗

heart-eating piña colada - $12.14 ft. atsushi nakajima ˗ˏˋjealousy sex, scratching, biting and breedingˎˊ˗

clandestine long island iced tea - $12.25 ft. ryúnosuke akutagawa ˗ˏˋunder-cover mission, marking and getting caughtˎˊ˗

[xxnaiad-s]

naala my dearest, how are u today? <3

precious mouse!! hihii!! (つ´∀｀)つ im doing well today! done with work and just enjoying downtime… how about you! how’re you doing!!

[howdymrfinch]

🍎-ˏˋ⋆ give a mouse a cookie! ⋆ˊˎ-🍒

✎ . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ artfight attack i did for @de4d-sug4r technically a revenge! ⋆ˊˎ-

🍈 . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ links/comms info in pinned! ⋆ˊˎ-

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[ficsforgaza]

for June 30 to July 6

Hi all—please check out this week’s Creator Spotlight! For anyone who doesn't know what this is: every week we highlight one creator with WIPs to sponsor, one creator with open requests, and one fundraiser that is in desperate need of funding. If this is your first time seeing our blog, welcome! Please check out our pinned post for more information about what we are doing to help the people of Gaza!

˗ˏˋ SPONSOR A WIP SPOTLIGHT ˎˊ˗

↳ @seeingivy / Link to their WIPs

Ronnie writes for Attack on Titan and Jujutsu Kaisen. Here are a couple of their WIPs up for sponsorship:

“So High School” - Satoru Gojo x Reader

in a twisted turn of fate, rookie point guard satoru gojo seems to make his big break by winning the nba championships - boosting his social credit score. so much so, that he starts getting invited to award shows and galas, where he runs into his first love - his high school girlfriend - who just happens to be the biggest name in pop yet.

“Cat and Mouse” - Sukuna x Reader

a midnight run to the convenience store leads to a run in with the town's most wanted vigilante - spiderman. and in the weeks that follow, he always seems to be lingering around, wanting more from you.

˗ˏˋ ACCEPTING REQUESTS SPOTLIGHT ˎˊ˗

↳ @frosts-intuition / Link to their Requests Page

Frost is currently taking requests for the following fandoms: Honkai Star Rail, Genshin Impact, Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint, Hades I & II, Love and Deepspace, Touchstarved, and Wuthering Waves. Please check out their requests page for more info!

˗ˏˋ FUNDRAISER SPOTLIGHT ˎˊ˗

↳ Help Khalil’s family survive and escape Gaza (€1,200 raised of €30,000 goal)

Khalil (@/khalil95 here on Tumblr) just reached out to us, so we figure we will feature him on the spotlight for this week!

Khalil lost his job—as did his father—which has left his family with no resources amidst war. They have no savings left and need the support of this fundraiser to help them survive and get out of Gaza and into Egypt. Please donate to help them if you can!

[babydollitzel]

two-bit mathews dating hc’s 🧸🤍

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Two-bit x Fem!reader

warnings/extra; mention of Keith smacking reader’s butt and being drunk. Sorry if I missed something. Also I calli him Keith in this one because I’m not calling him no goofy ah ‘Two-bit’ 😭

˗ˏˋ ꒰ a/n ꒱ ˎˊ˗ this is the first ff that I actually 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 so be patient and bare with me omg😢 but anyways feel free to send reqs once I actually make some rules and open the req box! ♡

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

𐙚 ok so I’m just gonna get straight into it, you can’t tell me this man doesn’t call you the most 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩 nicknames ever

𐙚 all jokes of course but it doesn’t make it any less embarrassing. especially when he says them around your friends, family, etc

𐙚 I mean occasionally he’d be a normal human being and call you baby or something but when he wants to be extra he’ll call you babycheeks, muffin, or honey bear LIKE WHAT

𐙚 Sometimes you wonder if he’s joking or if he’s actually being serious cause there’s no way

𐙚 makes the most dirtiest jokes anywhere anytime. Like yall saw that once scene where he lifted that girl’s skirt or where he made that dirty joke to the girl sitting in the car? Guaranteed he didn’t even know them, so let’s just say around you, his girlfriend, he gets pretty.. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 (sorry omg)

𐙚 he has an 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗼𝘂𝘀 laugh. Just picture it, yall are having a cute little date and what not at the diner and he just pulls out one of his jokes, starts laughing like crazy. By himself too, you let out a fake giggle or two to ease the second hand embarrassment.

𐙚 you almost ditched him then and there when people’s heads started turning, looking for the source of sound

𐙚 when yall are over at the curtis house he forces you to watch mickey mouse with him whether you like it or not

𐙚 atleast he’ll share some chocolate cake with you that one of the curtis brothers made.

𐙚 *jealousy zone* he gets pretty jealous easily. let’s say there’s some guy trying to talk you up. Keith’ll just pop out of nowhere and wrap an arm around your shoulder, staring down that guy like this 🤨

𐙚 he’ll play that whole ‘tough guy act’ and intimidate the guy, maybe even swing out his switchblade

𐙚 like who does bro think he is 😭🔥

𐙚 he’ll either make some remark or just stare the guy down. Which leads to an awkward atmosphere, eventually the guy got the message and just walked away, grumbling under his breath.

𐙚 don’t get me wrong though, you can still have guy friends. Just as long as they don’t get too close to home

𐙚 but he is pretty protective just in general. Someone talking crap about you? He’s already on them with some snarky remark. He’s so quick with it too omg. Like he’s genuinely good at putting someone in their place

𐙚 as for affection, I feel like he’d be into it but not CRAZY into it. He’d have an arm slung around your shoulder, smack your butt, have an arm around your waist, yk the basics

𐙚 but when he happens to be drunk he’s way more lovey dovey and flirty than usual.

𐙚 drunk or not, he does like to leave purposeful sloppy kisses on your cheek just to gross you out. You can just smell the alcohol on him which makes you all the more grossed out so you proceed to “wipe off” his kiss. He gets pretty butt hurt

𐙚 he got you a minnie mouse shirt to match his mickey one. You haven’t worn that thing outside the house once. may or may not have stolen it for you

𐙚 if you get along with his little sister then he’s more head over heels than before, she looks up to you a lot and it’s just one of the couple things that warms Keith’s heart

𐙚 overall he’s a pretty decent boyfriend, would definitely recommend. 10/10

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-ˏˋ♥̩͙♥̩̩̥͙♥̩̥̩ ⑅ Calm with you: Keigo Takami x Male reader⑅ ♥̩̥̩♥̩̩̥͙♥̩͙ˊˎ

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The day was going great, the sun was out, the citizens were out among the city enjoying the brisk weather. And even hawks were having a calm patrol day for once, it seemed like everything was at its finest. That was until the squeal of a herd of fans reached his ears. He didn't hate his fans- no he loved them, loved talking to them, giving them what they want and even toying with the ones who found him fairly attractive. It was always a fun game of cat and mouse for him. 

Hawks stood in the middle of the crowd, his signature playful smile on his face as he signed autographs for the fangirls who were gathered around him. A few fans in particular were fangirling over his appearance, a few even taking covert pictures as they asked him to sign their stuff. As he finished signing the last autograph Hawks looked over towards the crowd, taking note of the girl's faces as they continued to fangirl. The attention from fans wasn't anything new for him, if anything he found it funny. He flashed them another charming smile.

Just then, a few of the more vocal fangirls began asking for his phone number, which wasn’t unusual for Hawks. Normally, he would just politely turn them down and continue signing autographs, but this time something was different.

One of the girls leaned in a bit too close, putting a hand on his arm as she spoke. Others began asking if he was already taken, the questions growing more and more personal with each passing second.

Hawks found himself growing a bit uncomfortable with the situation. He was used to fan girls being a bit forward, but this was just starting to get excessive. Though he tried to keep a cool composure, his wings twitched at his sides, betraying his calm demeanor.

As he began taking candid photos again he suddenly felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He let out a small sigh of relief, now being able to retreat from the situation he had found himself in, before discreetly slipping his phone out of his pocket.

'Angel'. That's the nickname he had set for you in his phone. "One sec, chickies." He flashed the fans one more charming smile before walking a short distance away from the crowd and answering the call.

"Hey, you." he said in a soft, playful voice, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he leaned against a building, holding the phone to his ear.

"Hey babe, i'm heading out to the store, need anything?" His mind suddenly soothed at the sound of your voice, his heart skipping a beat. Hearing your tone was like music to his ears, making his mood instantly lighten.

"Nah, I’m good." He said, unable to keep the smile off his face "When will you be back at your place?"

“Hm, maybe about an hour or two. Whatcha up to?”

He glanced over at the crowd of fangirls who were still watching rather not discreetly. "Just signing a few autographs. Got a little swarmed by a bunch of giggling fan girls." He chuckled lightly, his wings fluffing up a little in irritation.

“Jesus, sounds horrible” You chuckle, humming in thought. “You wanna meet me at home in a couple hours?”

He glanced back at the crowd of fangirls, his irritation getting the better of him. "Yeah, I could definitely use a break. There’s only so much fangirling I can take." He let out a small sigh, running a hand through his messy hair.

“Well then how about this, you pick up some fried chicken while you're out and we can have an indoor date. You seem stressed Kei and i can practically feel your wings puffing from here haha”

He smiled softly, loving that you could always tell when he was irritated. "Alright, alright, I'll get some fried chicken." He agreed,

"And maybe a bottle of wine?"

“Mhm, and a bottle of wine”

He chuckled, his wings puffing up a bit at your response. "You’ve got a deal. I'll pick up some fried chicken and a bottle of wine, then I'll head to yours. See you soon, babe."

You hummed into the phone, reaching the grocery store, “Alright then, bye birdy!”

He smiled at the cute nickname, his wings fluffing up a bit in response. Despite being known as the fastest, most handsome, cocky ‘Number Two hero!’... he couldn't help but have a soft spot for the pet name you had given him.

"Bye, angel." He cooed before hanging up the phone and stuffing it back into his pocket. He took a deep breath, straightening himself up before turning and strutting back over towards the crowd of fangirls, that signature charming smile back on his face.

~

After the crowd died down, he had been able to finish his shift, file his reports and head back to your humble abode. A small bag of fried chicken in his hands as he unlocked the front door. He pushed the door open, a wave of relief washing over him as he stepped inside.

"Babe? I’m home!"

He set the bag of fried chicken on the kitchen table and quickly kicked off his shoes, his wings puffing up with relief as he let out a soft sigh. The peace and quiet of the apartment was a welcome change to the small hassle he had faced that day.

You walk in from the bedroom, blankets in hand for the small dinner date on your living room floor. Noticing hawks, you smile. “Hey, baby”

He looks up at the sound of your voice, a smile instantly spreading across his face. Seeing you like this, with your disheveled hair, comfortable outfit, and calm demeanor, always made his heart skip a beat. He loved these moments they had together in the apartment, away from the noise and drama of the world.

"Hey." He said, his voice softer than usual. He shrugged off his jacket and tossed it aside, taking a few steps towards you. His eyes quickly roam over your form before he speaks again, a playful smile on his face.

"You look comfy." He comments, his eyes flicking down to the blankets in your hands "And I see you’re making a blanket nest."

You roll your eyes, leaning in to peck his lips. “Of course you would call it a nest” Moving past him, you settle the blankets on the ground neatly.

He smirks as you peck his lips. Watching you move by him, his eyes wandering over your form again. "Well, what else would it be? It's not a bed, it's not a couch, it's a comfy little bundle of blankets on the floor. Sounds like a nest to me."

As you finished setting down the blankets, he went in, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in for a hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "I missed you." He murmured, his voice low as he nuzzled his face deeper into your neck.

You turn around to face him, hugging him back and resting your face in the dip of his broad shoulder. “Mm i missed you too Kei”

He tightened his grip around you, his wings fluffing up in contentment. He loved the sound of his real name on your lips, it always sent a shiver down his spine. "You have no idea how exhausting it was today." He mumbled, relishing in the feeling of your touch, your scent, and your presence. It was like he was addicted to it.

You pull back, running a hand through his crazy hair and finally getting a good look at his face. The small bags under his eyes served as evidence to his exhausting endeavors. “Wanna talk about it over food?”

He let out a small sigh, enjoying the feeling of your fingers in his hair. After a moment, he reluctantly pulled back and nodded, a weary expression on his face.

"Yeah, I could eat."

You pull away from the embrace, bringing the wine and fried chicken over to your makeshift bedding. Keigo went into your kitchen, finding two wine glasses and heading over to where you had sat. 

His stomach growled at the thought of food, reminding him just how hungry he was after a long day of hero work. He sat down next to you, a small smile playing across his face and his wings fluffed up a bit in anticipation. 

He opened the bottle of wine and poured the glasses, setting the bottle down beside him and handing you one of the glasses. He took a sip of his own wine, the liquid going down smooth.

"You know, I have to say, coming home to you is always the best part of my day." He commented, his wings fluffing up a bit in contentment. Despite the exhaustion from being swarmed by fangirls, and the irritation he felt earlier, being with you made it all better.

You lean on his shoulder, sipping your wine with a hum. “Yeah?”

He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer against his side. He rested his head against yours, his smile growing a bit wider at your question.

"Yeah." He confirmed, taking another sip of wine. "There's just something about being with you that makes everything better. It's like you've got this magic power that makes all my stress and irritation disappear."

You snort a laugh and nod, “Same with you birdie, glad to see you back in one piece”

He chuckled at your comment, a smug smile spreading across his lips. He puffed out his wings a bit, his ego slightly inflated at the praise.

"Of course I'm back in one piece. Nothing can bring down this bird." He said arrogantly, chuckling again. He took another sip of his wine, the warmth of the alcohol spreading through his body.

“Really? You sounded pretty stressed on the phone earlier”

His smile faltered at your comment, a weary expression crossing his face. He let out a small sigh, his wings drooping a bit as he remembered how irritated he had been with the fans earlier.

"Yeah, that mob of fangirls earlier was pretty relentless. They just wouldn't leave me alone, asking all these personal questions and trying to get my number and stuff. It was exhausting, to say the least."

You moved the chicken closer to the two of you, taking a piece. “Well, now you're with your doting boyfriend!” 

He chuckled at your words, the irritation fading as he leaned against you. He grabbed a piece of chicken, taking a bite, the greasy food instantly lifting his spirits. "Yeah, I guess that's true." He said, a small cheeky smile on his face as he spoke. "My adorable boyfriend is much better company than a crowd of fangirls.”

He took another bite of fried chicken, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he looked over at you. "And I don't have to deal with any personal questions of uncomfortable pictures being taken of me when I'm in your company." He added, his voice teasing.

“I can change that” You empty your hands and pull out your phone, shifting closer to face him. You clear your throat, trying to put on your best interviewer voice. “Hawks, hawks!”

He raised an eyebrow, letting out an exaggerated gasp as you did so. "Oh no, not the media!" He said in a dramatic voice, trying(and failing) to hide the grin that was pulling at his lips.

“Haha, Hawks Hawks! Which grocery store do you shop at!?” You snap a few photos of him, flash on and all.

He feigned surprise at your question, playing along with your little game. He struck a pose and placed a hand on his chest, acting as overdramatic as possible.

"What, you want to know my shopping habits? Alright, I'll spill the beans. I shop at the fancy, celebrity grocery store, where all the other heroes go." He said with a wink, posing for another picture.

“Wowwwww, do you have any cool vacation spots!?”

He thought for a moment, pretending to take your question seriously as he stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"Oh, you know, just the usual. Exotic beaches, luxury hotels, and exclusive hero resorts." He said, acting like an experienced traveler as he winked at the camera again. He seemed to be enjoying this little game way too much.

“Oh wowww~” You coo mockingly. “Any partner, a girlfriend perhaps?” You cover your mouth, chuckling behind the back of your hand.

He feigned surprise at the question, acting as if it was the first time he had ever been asked about his personal life. He placed a hand over his heart and looked at you with a dramatic expression.

"Me? A partner? Oh no, I'm much too busy for that kind of thing. Being a hero is a full-time job, you know.” He said, dramatically throwing a hand in the air as if to say, “what can you do”. He was enjoying this little act, and it showed.

You raise your brows, lowering the phone a bit. “Wow Mr. Pro, you're such a mysterious hunk” The sarcasm was practically dripping from your tone as you feigned awe.

He chuckled, loving the way you were playing along. He leaned back a bit on his hands, a cocky smirk on his face and his wings puffing out a bit.

"Oh, you bet I'm a mystery. A total enigma. A complete and total hunk. Girls all over the city are dying to get a piece of this." He said, gesturing to himself with a cocky wave of his hand. 

He laughed at his own words, leaning forward and resting his chin on his hand as he looked at you with a smug expression.

"But you don't have to worry, babe. My heart's already tied up with a pretty little bird." He said, flashing you a smirk and a wink. 

You finally ended your charade, setting the phone next to the both of you and ruffling his dirty blonde locs. “Ya big goof” 

He lets out a dramatic whine at you ruffling his hair, pouting like a puppy as he bats your hand away. "Hey! Don't mess up the meticulously coiffed hair of Japan's number two hero!" He teased, his wings puffing out in mock offense.

You hum, glancing at him as you sit along his legs. “Apologies, oh great hero!”

He chuckled, his wings fluttering as you moved into his lap. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer against him.

"Ah, I suppose I can let it slide. After all, my absolutely gorgeous boyfriend is the one who did it. I guess he gets a pass." He said, a small smirk on his face as he looked down at you, his arms holding you tight against him.

You feel your face heat up a bit at the closeness, smiling as you lean in to kiss his soft lips. He grins back at you, leaning in to meet you halfway, bringing one hand up to cup your cheek as he kissed you deeply. He hums against your lips, savoring the feel of you in his arms and the taste of your mouth on his. You sensed his wings wrapping around you like a protective cocoon, blocking out the dim light of your home.

He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead on yours and gazing into your eyes. He gently runs his thumb over your cheek, a soft, affectionate expression on his face

"You know, doing this little interview might have been the best idea you've ever had." He said, his voice soft and affectionate.

You shrug and lean into him as well, head resting upon his chest. “Couldn't have done it without my model”

He huffs a soft laugh, his warm breath tickling your neck slightly. He moves one arm underneath you, holding you closer against him as he plants soft, feather-like kisses on your neck

"Ah, now you're buttering me up. I swear, you just love to stroke my already-inflated ego, don't you?" He teased, though the smirk on his face was loving and affectionate.

You roll your eyes and lean back to meet his eyes. “Never mind, you're a horrible model” 

He gasped dramatically, feigning offence at your words. "Hey! I'll have you know, I'm an excellent model. How else do you think I got so many fangirls and so many magazine covers?" He said, his wings fluffing up in mock-annoyance. Though his voice was still light-hearted and teasing.

“Yeah yeah” You pull off of his lap, leaning next to him once more and passing him the box of chicken. “Don't let it get cold now” You kiss his cheek before picking up your glass once more.

He grumbled a bit as you got off his lap, but the moment you passed him the chicken, his attention shifted back to the food. He grabbed a piece and immediately started eating, all thoughts of his 'mock-offense' melting away as he focused on his food

"Yeah you know what, who needs photo shoots and magazine covers when I've got fried chicken?" He joked, stuffing a piece into his mouth and looking at you with a full mouth.

“ ‘nd ma bootiful boyfriend” He mumbled, mouth full and words jumbled as he leaned into you humbly.

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You’re back!!!!!! I need Trapper reacting to a survivor with extreme anxiety. He goes to kill them and they just start hyperventilating and don’t stop.

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If you’re new to the realms, specifically his, this is going to prove easy.

You stutter, shake, and cry whenever you even come near one of his traps, but it got quite annoying when you wouldn’t stop pleasing as he carried you to the hook for the nth time.

Your big, wet eyes don’t get to him easily but it started getting under his skin. You just couldn’t accept it could you? Don’t you know the pain doesn’t stop?

After a long while, he finally tries to be a bit more…gentle? He would not put any traps near your hiding spot and since you never ran away from him, he would just pull you up by the arm and carry you off. It kept you quieter and made you shake less.

Eventually he tried to take most of the suffering off of you. Sometimes killing you first so that your heart wouldn’t beat of your chest for the whole match.

As this odd game of cat and….play-dead mouse continued, you realized Evan had begun to take you to the hatch, or not put traps around it.

The crying must’ve been getting to him because you swear after you black out in fear some matches, you would wake up at the hatch.

You even had begun secretly hoping to end up at his realm more and more. Just to make sure you would have his mercy, which he only bestowed upon you.

Maybe he’d even sit with you for a bit before taking you off to a hatch, trying to figure out why such a little thing was breathing so fast after all the things he had done for you.

You’re a mystery to the big masked man, but he’s starting to enjoy it.