#2023 took an interesting turn for ya girl

[doodleddaisies]

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[quinloki]

Kinktober 2023 - Day 17

Whether you like it or not, this will leave you in... In knots.

Character: Eustass Kid Reader: cis!fem Warnings: Begging, degradation, calling Kid Master, being called good girl, spanking, suspension bondage, rough sex, knotting, use of toys, nipple clamps, over-stimulation - it's a finale - 18+

Summary: The conclusion of Naughty Mouse and Knotted Mouse - Kid's made a toy that's going to satisfy you in a monstrous way. -:- 2166 words

part 1 -:- part 2 -:-part 3

Knotted Mouse

After checking that nothing was going numb, Kid set a bench underneath you, giving you a break from being suspended. He’d stepped away, just for a moment, he promised, and you were heating up with anticipation.

He’d called you a good girl, and after everything else you knew it meant whatever he was getting it was going to be something fun.

“Still doing good, Mouse?” He questions as he comes back into the room.

“Yeah,” you say it breathier than you mean to, and there’s an interesting silence that follows for a moment before you twitch and moan as Kid slips a finger inside your soaking pussy without warning.

“That anticipation’s killin’ ya’, isn’t it Mouse?” He teases, working a second finger inside of you, putting his metal hand on the bench and leaning over you as he finger fucks you. “Listen to how noisy you are.”

“I’m ha-hardly,” squish, sclurp, squelch. The wet messy sounds of his fingers inside you gets louder as Kid proves his point. You feel heat rush through your body and turn your head enough to look at him, even if it’s a little shyly. “Don’t tease me please, I can’t take anymore.”

Kid’s brows raise and he grins. “That’s right,” he says, dragging out the word as though something is just now dawning on him. “You haven’t cum since you started teasing me.”

Oh shit.

“You must be desperate.” He pulls his fingers out of your cunt and grabs your ass, kneading his fingers into your skin.

You press your lips together, trying desperately not to whimper at his words. There were times when you fed the beast, and there were times when you needed a little self-preservation for your own sanity.

“Don’t get quiet on me now,” he practically grumbles. “I’m edging the fuck out of you either way.”

“Ah, no, no, wait – Kid, PLEASE!” You twist in the ropes trying to turn toward him better. It took an hour for him to get you tied up and suspended, and you two had been teasing and pleasing one another for a while before that even started.

You spent most of the game night wet too, but you weren’t going to bring that up, that was – admittedly – your own fault.

“Please, please don’t edge me, I’ll lose my min-aahhh-umph!” Kid moved the bench out of the way quickly and you had a split second of weightlessness before the ropes snapped tight again.

“Who won the bet, Mouse?” He questions, running his hand along your leg.

“You did, you won the bet, Kid. Master!” You correct as his fingers get a little too close to the soles of your feet.

“Cavin’ pretty easily there, Mouse.” He muses. You can hear the triumph in his voice, the way he’s using your nickname almost like a whip, snapping it against your brain and making your whole being shiver.

“It’s… It’s true though,” you pant, shivering as his hand wanders over your body. “I’m buh-begging, Kid, please… please just fucking ruin me. I can’t take it anymore, I need you.”

“That’s quite the declaration,” Kid muses, smacking your ass before you can say anything. “Well, it’s a good thing you’re begging for me to fuck you up. I was going to use this anyway.”

He stands in front of you so you can see the “toy” he’s wearing. It’s like a cock-ring, except it looks more like a bulb than the usual style of ring. It’s held in place like a strap-on, with a stretchy harness taut against Kid’s hips and thighs.

“What’s… what’s that supposed to be?” You question, looking up to see a devious smile on his face.

“I’ve been thinking about how to make some of your monster fucker fantasies come true.” He explains evenly.

It takes a moment for you to put two and two together.

“It’s… it’s a knot?” Kid hums affirmatively as the question leaves your lips, and you feel your stomach knot and your pussy drool.

“It’s also going to be a good test.” He admits, walking away from your view and spreading your legs wide as he takes up position between your thighs.

“A good, good test for what?” You stammer, the head of his cock sliding along the slick of your pussy lips.

“Two cocks in yer sweet lil’ cunt, Mouse.” He answers thrusting his cock into you. He buries himself deep inside you, stopping short of what you’re used to.

Even with how wet you are, he’s so thick you’re crying out in surprise, pleasure and a dull ache from the stretch. The toy he’s wearing presses against you, but doesn’t enter you. Kid grinds against you a little and you can feel the toy give, it’s not completely solid, there’s some squish to it.

“Fuck, you always feel so good,” he nearly growls, hands flexing against your thighs. “But I need to make sure you’re blissed out and sopping fucking wet for this.”

Kid pulls out and you can’t help the whimper that escapes you.

“Aww, poor thing.” He grunts, and you feel him push something against your clit. “Shit I’m going to have to use a lot of tape to keep this in place, you’re so soaked.” He grumbles a little, taping the rotor to your clit with medical tape.

“Don’t worry, once I clip these into place, I’ll get back to railing the sense out of you.” He promises, hand rubbing your tummy a little before he shifts.

“Clip?” You question looking down to see him with nipple clamps that had small vibrators attached. Your squirm and twist in the ropes. “That’s – that’s going to be too much, Kid! Kid, kuh-come on, have some mercy!”

He gives you a look, clamp open and near one of your nipples. “Aren’t you curious, Mouse?”

Your body flexes and rolls in the room and you make a conflicted sound, looking away for a minute. There’s no sound from Kid, no movement while you take your moment. He doesn’t clear his throat or say anything, but you know he’s watching you.

“I am.” You finally admit, in a very small, nervous voice.

“That’s my girl.” He praises you. “I’ll take good care of you Mouse, don’t worry.” He twists and moves so he’s under you, licking and teasing your nipples with his mouth, sucking and nipping until he’s satisfied.

Then he adds the clips, putting them on a little more gently than usual, flicking at the small vibrators and listening to you hiss and moan at the strange mix of stimulation and pain. He kisses a line up the middle of your chest, nipping at your neck and finally kissing you deeply. Kid was big, in every sense of the word, but he was powerful and flexible too – probably thanks to Killer’s workouts more than anything he’d done on his own, but it made it easier for him to twist and brace the both of you in all manner of otherwise awkward positions with ease.

But maybe it was wrong to give Killer too much credit, when it came to kink, Kid was king.

Moving out from under you he moves back behind you, settling between your thighs again. He teases you this time, having thrust in so fast the first time, now he’s moving the head of his cock against your slit slowly. You know what he’s prompting you to do, and you’re not going to deny him right now.

“Kiiiid, please.” You whine, shifting just a little. “Please don’t tease me, just… just fuck me please!”

“Fuck it’s always better when you beg for it.” He growls and you hear a click before all three vibrators roar into life and Kid fills you up, slapping the knotty cock ring against you. You vaguely feel him set the remote on the small of your back before he grips the ropes and your hips and starts to thrust into you roughly.

The rotor taped to your clit made every twitch and thrust of his cock deep in your pussy feel like it was sending lightning through your body. The clips on your nipples jerked and swayed from the thrusts, tugging at your pinched and throbbing nipples and sending jolts straight into your chest.

Kid seemed to be intent on pumping that knot-styled cock ring into you like a piston. It’s no more painful than the usual rough sex shared between you from time to time, but part of you wanted it inside you already. You wanted to know what it felt like.

You’d imagined the idea before plenty of times. Read plenty of stories with it as part of the action, and even read a few comics. You never expected to be on the receiving end, and you had certainly never had any intention of asking Kid to make something for you. That he’d made it for you, completely unprompted, was hot.

“Fuck – haaa – fuck!” You gasp as the pleasure starts to build. The tingle in your body as the orgasm built was making the sting and ache of the nipple clamps stronger. The pleasure would build, then abate a little at the fresh sting, only to build again, and abate again. It was making your climb toward orgasm longer than usual.

“You’re… dripping onto the floor… Mouse.” Kid says between grit teeth. “Squeezing me too, damn.” He leans forward, gripping his hands around your breasts, taking care not to accidentally pull the clips off, and pulls you up. The ropes are holding your limbs in place, but you’re no longer suspended, Kid has you completely.

The vibrator against your clit, the rough thrusts from Kid as he slams you onto the knot that isn’t going in yet, and the tingle of the vibrations against your stinging nipples. It’s all so much all you can really do is focus on trying to breathe through it. The sloppy wet sound of every slap, your thighs are coated in your pleasure as they slap against his.

“It’s! It’s gonna!” You gasp, feeling the knot starting to push in. “I’m gonna cum!” You’re caught between curiosity and concern, but the pleasure from everything else is too much for concern to keep you taut.

You lost what little control you had of your limbs as pleasure flooded through you. The cold metal of Kid’s hand, the hot grip of his flesh hand, the vibrations, and the rough thrusts. Your toes curled and your body shuddered in his grasp, your arms flexed against the ropes and silent ecstasy dripped from your tongue as you came.

Kid didn’t stop, and panting gasps were pushed from your lungs as he continued to rail you. Your orgasm turned from a sharp, mind-hazing pleasure, into something that relaxed you, even with the continued stimulation, and that was all the new toy needed.

One well-angled thrust shoved the knot into your sopping cunt with a strange wet sound. The stretch was intense. The only reason you didn’t scream was because you were sucking in a breath in surprise. Your body arched back and you clamped down on the knot and Kid as your body went taut again. You nearly came a second time, swears falling from your mouth in delicious turmoil as Kid fucked you and the toy at the same time.

“Fuckin’ hells, look at it, stayin’ in place.” You can hear amusement in his voice, and effort. “Cum again, Mouse. Cum with me this time.” He commands, pulling the nipple clamps off your chest.

The blood rushes back into your nipples, sending pins and needles all through your chest as Kid fucks you with a faster, but shorter pace. His tip is hitting you deep, and the knot’s barely shifting around inside you.

Kid’s right arm braces across your chest and you hear his metal arm shearing through the ropes. They go slack around you and he pulls your back against his chest, his metal hand on your lower abs, one idle metal pinky pushing the rotor into your clit firmly.

The warmth, the contact, the pleasure, the feeling of his hot skin against yours, sweat soaking into the ropes as rough, almost growling breaths crash against your neck. Kid clutches you to his body desperately, thrusts becoming shaky and erratic.

Soft, whining gasps are pushed from your lungs, dribbles of your impending orgasm falling from your lips that you can only hope he hears. Sharp pain in the side of your neck as Kid bites you, pleasure flooding your body as his cock floods your cunt.

There’s nothing else but his growl, and your cry of euphoria.

As the tension gives way to warm, soothing pleasure, Kid sinks to his knees, holding you against his chest still. You can feel his heart thundering in his chest, both of you breathing heavy. Both of you spent. A hot tongue slips over the bite marks, soft kisses following along it as you both wordlessly catch your breath.

You’d never been happier to lose a bet.

[smilingformoney]

Sharing Part II | Eli/Reader/Lionel

A follow-up to Sharing from Rickmas 2023. There will be more, because I am depraved. Thanks as always to @snowblossomtumbles for enabling me 🙂

Read on Ao3 or below the cut:

Ever since you’d attended Lionel Shabandar’s Christmas party in London together, your relationship with Eli had changed. He came to your office more often whereas previously he’d text you to come to his. The texting had changed too; what was previously a message history of commands to come to his office or his lecture hall was now a series of flirtatious messages and even dick pics.

Not that you were complaining. Eli was an asshole, no doubt about that, and you understood completely why his wife left him. And when he was neither with you nor teaching, you were certain he was fucking another one of his students. But you didn’t care about that. His cock was almost as big as his ego, and damn if he didn’t know how to use it.

And if Eli’s extra attention wasn’t enough, you were getting constant messages from Lionel. You must have really left an impression on him, because every day he described a new way he was fantasising about you, often along with a dick pic showing you just how hard it made him to imagine himself fucking you in whatever creative way his deranged mind had come up with that day.

So much attention from two men might have made you uncomfortable if you weren’t uncontrollably attracted to both of them.

You decided not to tell Eli you were in touch with Lionel. First of all, Eli had made it very clear - and you firmly agreed with him - that you were not a couple in any sense of the word. So it was none of his business if you wanted to text another guy.

Second, you were well aware that Eli was frequently fucking some of his female students - there were three on the go that you knew of for sure - and quite frankly you didn’t care about that, so long as he used protection, which you knew he did when you caught sight on multiple occasions of used condoms in his office bin. So why should it be any business of his if you let Lionel see a picture of your tits now and then?

On the last day of the spring semester, Eli showed up at your office door, leaning against the doorframe as casually as if he lived there.

“Whatcha up to tonight?” he asked.

You looked up from your desk, where you’d been typing away on your computer, working on a book you were writing.

“Dinner. Wine. Movie. Usual Friday stuff. Why? You got a better suggestion?”

“Yeah, same idea, but at mine. And with less clothes. Fancy it?”

You leaned back in your chair and scoffed. “Eli Michaelson, are you asking me on a date?”

“No!” he insisted, turning his nose up at the very thought of it. “Just thought we could fuck in a bed for once. Maybe you stay over, we fuck in the morning too. I always wake up with such a hard-on and no one to relieve it. How ‘bout it?”

“Yeah, alright,” you shrugged. “I gotta go home first, so I’ll come over for eight?”

“Sure. Wear something sexy underneath, will ya? I know you got some slutty panties at home just waiting for me to tear off of you.”

He flashed that damned cheeky grin at you and left you alone with your work and a throbbing between your thighs.

***

You had absolutely no idea what was happening in the film Eli had put on. You weren’t sure that he had any idea either. At least, you hoped he didn’t - you’d be kind of offended if he was more interested in the film than the sloppy blowjob you’d been giving him for the last twenty minutes.

Bastard had stamina. Your jaw was aching, and every time you tried to raise your head to give yourself a break, he just pushed you back down again and slid further down your throat. When he eventually came, he held your head in place, making sure he painted your throat completely before finally letting you come up for air.

He didn’t even return the damn favour. He just wiped your mouth, kissed you, called you a “good girl” and left to start the dinner.

You took out your phone and opened up your chat with Lionel. You didn’t usually text him when you were with Eli - that felt like bad manners - but your cunt was on fire and Eli clearly had no intention of extinguishing it soon.

You: What you up to?

The three dots showing him typing appeared almost immediately.

Lionel: Boring meeting. You?

You: Boring film. Bad form to text in a meeting, you know.

Lionel: They can’t tell. Skype meetings are all the rage now. They can’t even see how hard I got the moment your name popped up on my screen.

You: Dare you to jerk off and see if they notice.

Lionel: Don’t tempt me. What film are you watching?

You: No idea. Some buddy cop shit Eli put on 🥱

Lionel: You two having date nights now?

You: If by “date night” you mean me giving him the best blowjob of his life and getting nothing in return, yeah.

Lionel: Ouch. Is he with you now?

You: No, he’s making dinner. Why, you miss him?

Lionel: No, I just don’t want him to see this.

He sent you a picture of his lap, the tip of his erection just peeking out from his waistband.

You: Careful. I can see the headlines now. Lionel Shabandar stands up in a Skype meeting and accidentally flashes his erection to the whole company.

Lionel: Just some bozos from Germany. Hang on.

He went quiet for a few minutes, probably actually working, so you locked your phone screen and turned your attention to the film.

“Red wine or white?” Eli called from the kitchen.

“Red,” you called back.

“White it is.”

“Prick.”

“What, again? You just had it!”

“Ha ha.”

You glanced back at your phone to see Lionel had sent you a video. You fished your earphones from your bag and plugged them in, and you had to stifle a giggle as you watched the video.

His hand was in his pants, playing with his hard cock, and you could hear him talking quite normally in the meeting, something about sales and percentages and audience retention. The video was only ten seconds long - you suspected he didn’t want to risk anyone suspecting what he was up to - but it was plenty enough for you. Lionel was a dirty bastard, and you loved it.

You: Damn, you must really trust me. I could ruin your career with that video.

Lionel: I have plenty of evidence to ruin yours.

You: Stalemate, then.

Lionel: When are you next in London? I need to know if your pussy is as good as your throat. It’s unfair a cad like Michaelson gets to fuck you every day while I have to make do with photos and fantasies.

You glanced over your shoulder; there was no sign of Eli coming out of the kitchen. You hitched up your skirt and snapped a picture between your legs, one hand holding the phone while the other pushed aside your panties to reveal your dripping pussy.

You: Bet you wouldn’t make me this wet then fuck off into the kitchen.

Lionel: Fucking hell, [Y/n]. What I wouldn’t give to lick that all up. Bet you taste fucking divine.

Lionel: I’m sorely tempted to fly you out here just so I can have you.

You: Why don’t you come here?

Lionel: And share you with the good doctor? No thanks.

You: But I like taking both of you :(

Lionel: Greedy minx. I’ll share you again only if I get to have your cunt this time. For a man with multiple girlfriends Eli sure is selfish.

You: I’m not his girlfriend.

Lionel: Isn’t he cooking you dinner?

You: For the first time ever. I’m as surprised as you are that I’m here.

Lionel: Guess he couldn’t stand spending spring break without you. Can’t blame him.

You: You’re rich, powerful and sexy as fuck. You can’t tell me you don’t have your pick of the ladies in London.

Lionel: Sure, but they can’t deepthroat like you can.

You: Hang on, Eli’s calling me.

Lionel: Tell him to piss off.

Eli needed you to watch the vegetables while he went to the bathroom, so you did, and soon enough he was serving up the dinner of steak and chips with veg on the side, and a bottle of some fancy red wine you supposed was meant to impress you.

Despite the effort he’d clearly put into the dinner, Eli was quiet the whole time, barely giving you one-word answers as you tried to make conversation. Christ, was he always this dull? Maybe you’d never noticed before - you were pretty sure this was the first time you’d tried to hold a conversation with him that wasn’t about sex.

You’d given up trying to get any decent conversation out of him when suddenly he broke the silence by saying, “Are you going back to London any time soon? Visiting your family again?”

You were surprised at his sudden desire to converse, and about London of all things, but you replied, “Not until Christmas. What about you? Any more fancy parties?”

“Mhm, bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“…What?”

“You sure loved that party. Don’t deny it.”

“I’m not denying it, I’m just confused. I had a lot of fun.”

Eli scoffed. “Yeah. Fun.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone - your phone! How long had he had it? You hadn’t looked for it in ages - you didn’t want to talk to Lionel while Eli was in the room —

“So… Lionel’s rich, powerful and sexy as fuck, is he?” Eli growled, scrolling through your phone.

“What the fuck? How did you unlock it?”

“Your passcode’s your fucking birthday, [Y/n]. I got it on the second try.”

“And why were you trying to get into my phone?!”

“Because you left it lying around and I saw it flash up. Lionel Shabandar: Meeting’s over. I’m going back to my place to rub one out. I’ll be imagining my pillow is your face while I paint it. Very classy.”

You stood up and went to grab the phone from him, but Eli pulled it away.

“How long have you two been texting like this?” he demanded. “This chat history is long.”

“What’s it to you? Give me my phone!”

You made another attempt to grab it, but Eli just slammed it down on the table and stood up, his taller frame looming over you slightly.

“Do you usually text him when you’re with me?”

“No, never! This is the first time - and not while you were in the room, I’m not like that —“

“Oh, just while I’m cooking you dinner then? Jeez, [Y/n], I try and treat you better than just a quick fuck at work and this is the thanks I get?”

“Better?” you scoffed, hyper-aware that he was advancing on you slowly, forcing you to back up towards the sofa. “You put on some shitty film, shoved your cock in my face then fucked off without even trying to make me cum.”

“I went to make you dinner!”

“I wanted you to make me cum!”

Eli groaned with frustration and threw his hands up. “Fucking women! There’s no pleasing you! Either I’m treating you too much like a whore or not enough! You know what? Fine.”

He shoved you back, causing you to fall back over the arm of the sofa, your back hitting the cushions.

“Fuck it,” he growled as he fumbled with his zipper. “I’m not gonna fucking bother. You wanna act like a slut? I’ll treat you like a slut.” He produced a condom from his pocket, then pulled down his pants and stepped out of them, leaving him only in his shirt, his angry red cock standing to attention.

He rolled the condom down his shaft then crawled on top of you and grabbed your ankles, resting them on his shoulders and causing your skirt to flip up and reveal your soaking wet cunt. He leant over you and sunk his teeth into your neck, causing you to cry out. He began rubbing his cock up and down your folds, gathering up as much of your slick as he could.

“You know, my girls - the girls I’m fucking - they have boyfriends. Inexperienced kids with tiny cocks who don’t know how to use them, so my girls come to me for a real man’s cock. Even they don’t text their fucking boyfriends when they’re with me!”

“Lionel’s not my boyfriend —“

“Yeah, and neither am I, you made that pretty fucking clear. Now stay still while I fuck you.”

His cockhead breached your entrance, and you were still so wet that he slid in easily, your cunt instinctively stretching to accommodate him. You gasped at the intrusion, even though you were used to it, even though you were expecting it. He usually started off slower and built up the pace; this time, he began pistoning into you straight away, his frustration evident as his hips bashed against your thighs, his grip on your legs tight, and his face screwed up in a mixture of anger and pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so wet - seeing Lionel’s cock really did a number on you, huh?”

“I’m not wet from that, dickhead,” you replied. “I’m wet from sucking your cock for twenty minutes. My cunt was - ah! - on fire and you left me all alone. What did you expect me to do?”

“Wait for me. Clearly you ain’t got any patience. Is there - ugh - anyone else I should know about?”

“No, you’re - you’re the only one I’m fucking - ahh, Eli!” You gasped with a mixture of surprise, pleasure and pain when he bit down on your neck again, and you were sure he’d leave a mark. Good thing it was spring break and you didn’t have classes any time soon.

“You bastard,” you hissed, and Eli just chuckled against your neck.

“That’s right. My cock’s all you need.”

He moaned in your ear, his panting becoming rapid and high-pitched, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to hold him close.

“Wh - why d - do you - fuck —“

Eli laughed.

“Forgot your words, Dr [L/n]?” he teased. He slowed down his thrusting, though it was no less forceful, the dragging of his cock along your walls no less agonisingly blissful.

“Why do you get to fuck any pretty student that bats her eyelids at you, yet you reckon I can’t even flirt with another guy?”

Eli didn’t respond at first. He kept his head buried in your neck, continuing his slow thrusts, before eventually raising himself on his forearms to look down at you.

“I don’t care that it’s another guy. I care that it’s Lionel. I don’t wanna share you with him.”

“You didn’t seem to care at the party. You seemed quite happy to share me with him then.”

Eli scoffed. “Yeah, ‘cus I wanted to show off. Let him see how fucking amazing you are. I wanted you to take both our cocks and choose mine. I thought you had… and all this time you were texting him. Showing him your tits. Telling him all the things you want him to do to you. Very creative, by the way. Putting that literature doctorate to good use. I even saw you using the same lines on him as you use on me.” He growled in frustration, and his hips began to thrust violently against you again, his jaw hanging slack in the gorgeous display of ecstasy you loved to see on him.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” you said truthfully, trying to get your words out between groans of pleasure. “I didn’t - didn’t want you to get - ah - jealous —“

Eli’s hand wrapped around your throat, and his face came close to yours, snarling angrily.

“I’m not fucking jealous, little slut. I’m the one fucking you, aren’t I? There’s nothing to be jealous of. You know what? Fine. Fine. Fucking text him. Tell him everything. Show him your tits, your cunt, whatever you want. So long as he knows that no matter what he does, I’m the one who gets to fuck you.”

He sat up suddenly, his cock slipping out of you, and you whined at his sudden absence. He retrieved your phone from the table and, a few taps later, the phone was on loudspeaker, and you recognised the sound of dialling out to an international number.

“Eli —“

He just grinned at you as he placed the phone next to your head and resumed his position on top of you.

“You are not gonna do what I think you’re gonna do!”

But of course he fucking did. Eli slipped his cock back inside you - just as the phone picked up.

“Well, this is a nice surprise, I was just thinking of you,” said Lionel’s voice from the phone. You tried to speak, but Eli slapped his hand over your mouth.

“Just thinking of you too, buddy,” Eli said smugly. “A little birdie told me you wanted to hear [Y/n] moan, is that right?”

“Michaelson? What the hell are you doing with [Y/n]’s phone?”

“I’m more interested in what she was doing with her phone. Shit dick pics, by the way, the lighting’s all wrong. So, [Y/n], are you gonna moan for Lionel or what?”

Eli pulled his hand away from your mouth.

“Fuck you, dickhead,” you hissed.

“Funny, that’s exactly what you are doing. Mmm, Lionel, buddy, her cunt is so very warm. Squeezes just the right way in all the right places.” Eli pulled back until his cock was about to fall out, then thrust back in again, causing you to let out a moan.

“Painted that pillow with your stiff English cum yet, Lionel? Or d’you still got a hard-on?”

“You called just in time, actually, I was just about to get started. [Y/n], can you hear me?”

“Yeah, he’s got you on loudspea - ah! Fucking hell, Eli!” you gasped as he began thrusting into you rapidly, your legs back on his shoulders.

“Tell me what he’s doing to you, and spare no detail. I want to know just how that cunt’s getting wrecked.”

If it weren’t for the sound of Eli’s flesh slapping against yours, you might have heard through the speakerphone the sound of Lionel tugging on his cock, his own phone lying on the bed next to him as he sat on his knees with a pillow between his thighs, wishing it was you he was on top of instead.

“I’m - I’m lying on my back on the sofa,” you said, trying to think through the pleasure-filled fog in your brain. “He’s got my ankles on his shoulders.”

“Mmm, yes, I bet you’re fucking flexible,” Lionel growled. “Fuck, I can hear how wet you are from here. Must be a fucking waterfall down there.”

“You have no idea,” Eli replied with a groan. “Tell him how my cock feels, [Y/n].”

“It’s - it’s big,” you gasped.

“Big,” Eli snorted. “A doctorate in literature and all she can think of is big.”

“What the fuck do you want me to say, Eli? Colossal? Enormous? Overblown? Nah, that’s your ego. You want me to tell him how much you stretch me out? The way your cock hits my G-shot at just - ah! Just the right spot! Just like that! Fu-uuck —“

At the mention of your G-spot, Eli had adjusted his hips slightly, just enough to let his cockhead press against that sweet spot which he damn well knew drove you insane.

“Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck - Eli, you bastard - I’m gonna cum, need to cum —“

“Then cum, and you’d better be loud, sweetheart. Lionel wants to hear you all the way over in London.”

You were writhing around on the sofa without an ounce of dignity, lost in the pleasure that was being thrusted into you faster than your goddamn heartbeat, and your movement caused the phone to slide down the cushion towards you, the speaker just close enough to your ear that you could hear Lionel’s panting.

“Yes! Yes, Daddy, yes - FUCK!”

Every muscle in your body convulsed as you came around Eli’s cock, moaning loudly just as he’d asked. Down the phone you heard Lionel moaning your name as he came, and Eli was cumming too, his hips faltering against yours as he moaned.

For a few moments, there was quiet, as all three of you caught your breath. Eli grabbed the phone and held it up so Lionel could hear him.

“I get that every fuckin’ day, Shabandar,” he boasted. “Add that to your wank bank.”

“She’s bound to come to London sooner or later, Michaelson, and when she does you’d better be with her if you want to stand any chance of stopping me burying my cock inside her. I always get what I want.”

“Good fuckin’ luck,” Eli said warningly, then he hung up the phone.

[canary0]

May 24 - Dracula 2023

Via Discord

Lucy: MINA. MINA WHAT IS HAPPENING.

Mina: Are you okay?!

Lucy: I mean. Yes. But. Also no? I can’t.

Mina: Lucy, you need to slow down and tell me what happened.

Lucy: THREE PROPOSALS HAPPENED, MINA.

Mina: Wait, like… marriage proposals?

Lucy: YES.

Mina: … Okay, I need to hear the whole story. Oh! I bet I know two of them.

Lucy: Oh, you think so, hmm? Okay, what are your guesses?

Mina: That man you were talking about being in love with, and the doctor who was saying weird stuff about you being an interesting psych study. That sounds like awkward guy-ese for “I want to get to know you better.”

Lucy: Clever. Yes! I can’t believe it! It’s wonderful! But also terrible, because I had to disappoint two of them… Oh, but don’t tell anyone! You know how some of the girls can be. They’d be expecting six proposals as soon as they got home.

Mina: Of course I won’t say anything. So, give me all the gory details.

Lucy: Okay, well… You can’t tell anyone. Absolutely not a single soul except for Jonathan, because you tell him everything. I know I would do the same, so that’s completely fine. But you and him can’t tell anyone. Okay?

Mina: Lucy. I promise on my honor and very soul that I won’t speak a word of this to anyone except Jonathan. I swear.

Lucy: All right… I trust you. So, the first one was just as you said – Dr. Seward, from the Asylum. He played at being calm, but it was obvious how nervous he was. He was playing with a lancet of all things, Mina. I mean, they’re so tiny that I don’t think they can do horrendous harm, but anything sharp like that still makes me nervous.

Mina: Wow. I expect a little more responsibility from a doctor.

Lucy: That’s probably just how nervous he was. He told me that, while we hadn’t known each other long, he truly cared about me and wanted me to be part of his life. He stopped quickly, because I had started crying – I couldn’t help myself! He seemed so earnest, and you know how I feel about Arthur.

Mina: Yes, of course.

Lucy: He asked if we could potentially see each other at least, see where things go, but all I could do was shake my head. I think he got the idea; he asked if I was taken, and I nodded.

Mina: Did he get weird about it?

Lucy: He was so nice about it. He did his best to smile and took my hands, and told me very seriously that he hoped I would have all the happiness in the world, and he’d be proud to call himself my friend if I needed one.

Lucy: Mina, even if it turns out we never see each other again, it means so much that he responded like that. I know that’s probably what the actual outcome will be, but still. I hope we can be friends. Even though I’m happy, I feel terrible, too. It’s so obvious he was heartbroken.

Mina: Oh, sweetheart…

Lucy: Yeah… Oh, I’ll be back soon, Arthur’s here.

Mina: Go on, let him cheer you up. :)

[Later]

Lucy: I’m back!

Mina: You seem like you’re in better spirits. :)

Lucy: I am. Arthur has that effect. :D

Lucy: SO!

Mina: SO! Tell me about suitor #2.

Lucy: Suitor number 2 would be Mr. Quincey P. Morris. He’s an American from Texas, and I swear he can’t be any older the I am, but he’s apparently been quite the traveler in that time. Apparently he’s had quite a few adventures, too – if a girl were looking for the strong protector type, he’d be it. He has manners worthy of meeting the Queen… or King now, I suppose, strange thought as it is… but he realized pretty early on that it made me laugh when he’d go full Texas., so he presented his case with… and I need to quote here, because it is amazing:

Lucy: “Miss Lucy, I know I ain’t good enough for ya… though I suppose if you were to wait for someone to match up to you, you’d be waitin’ ‘til judgment day. Won’t you just hitch up alongside of me and let us go down the long road together, driving in double harness?”

Mina: omg

Lucy: Right? I didn’t take him seriously at first, so he was a little easier to refuse. I joked back that ‘Oh dear, I just don’t know anything about hitching, nor am I broken to harness…’ Needless to say in the poshest way I could come up with to respond.

Mina: That’s the only way to do it.

Lucy: Exactly. But he said that he was worried I’d take it as a jest if he went too lighthearted, and started pouring his heart and soul out at my feet. I used to think he was all light-hearted, but this definitely was all seriousness. He seemed to come to the same point Dr. Seward did, and asked if I was actually in love with someone else, and I admitted I was again. He was really sweet about it, too, promising his friendship.

Mina: Oh, that’s lovely. I hope they stick to that promise.

Lucy: Well, I know he’s a friend of Arthur’s for sure, so I suppose I’m more likely to see him again to make it true. Either way, he took my hands and assured me that we were friends, and that he’d rather be late for me than on time for any other girl in the world. And that if the person who I love doesn’t end up seeing what he has, he’d have to deal with him.

Mina: So he got a little weird about it.

Lucy: A little weird, but it was in a sweet way, not an ‘I am worried I’m going to find him creeping around outside my window’ way.

Mina: Well, that’s good.

Lucy: As for the third – do I really need to tell you? As soon as he came in, his arms were around me and we were kissing before I knew it. FINALLY.

Mina: Oh, thank goodness. I thought he was never going to actually say the words.

Lucy: I was worried I was imagining things! He’s pretty reserved at times, so I suppose I understand. I’m just glad everything’s settled.

Mina: You keep good company. <3

Lucy: I’m fortunate to have such good company, including you. Speaking of lovers, though, any word from Jonathan?

Mina: … Kind of. Mr. Hawkins apparently received all the real estate documents a couple of weeks ago, and I got something from Jonathan a few days ago.

Lucy: Oh good! Did he finally get some reception and say when he’ll be back

Mina: No. It was snail mail of all things. It was snail mail of all things. He wrote Mr. Hawkins, too, the same way. You know how descriptive Jonathan can be and he just… he wrote like a robot, Lucy.

Lucy: That is weird. Jonathan can be… a lot. Mechanical doesn’t seem like his style.

Mina: Exactly. He’s staying in an old castle in the countryside, and he’s not describing everything about it and the surrounding area and interesting trees around. It’s weird.

Lucy: Maybe he was busy and didn’t have much time?

Mina: Maybe, but his work should be done, right? The paperwork is back. Did his client decide to take advantage of him and get him to do a bunch of other work while he’s handy? And he said he has to stay for a whole additional month!

Lucy: A month!

Mina: Yeah… I can’t say I’m happy about it. If it’s something he needs to do, it is what it is, but… I don’t know. It doesn’t feel right.

Lucy: Oh, Mina… It’ll be okay. I’m sure his client was just impressed with how awesome he was at his job and started getting him to arrange the move.

Mina: Yeah… You’re probably right. It’s late, I need to get to bed.

Lucy: Okay. Sleep well. Try not to worry too much.

Mina: I will. And… CONGRATULATIONS! :D

Lucy: Thank you! <3

(Author's note forthcoming in another post. This one was a beast.)

[ravenwolfie97]

2023 Art Summary

that's right folks, it's the end of the year, and you know what that means here :3

it's been a weird year for me, with lots of difficult and new things going on, but i think that overall it's been an okay time. however, art stuff did not come to me as readily, most of the stuff here this year are either sketches during dead air at work or done in a big batch in one big spurt of inspiration. as per usual, i'll let ya know what all went down. it turned out alright :>

well, without further ado, let's get into it!

Continuing from the tail end of 2022, I got more requests for newer Pokemon to draw, and it was really fun! Having grown up alongside the franchise for so long, I find it really interesting that I can pick up how to draw them pretty quickly and pretty well. These were all first attempts with whatever idea I had in mind, and it was a good time :3

The next month continued the Pokemon drawing trend after I had discovered and played around with the Pokemon Infinite Fusion generator. I loved the dedication so many people had to make their own unique combo designs, so later on I had downloaded the Infinite Fusion fan game and had some fun with that!

Additionally, my partner Stacey was planning a homebrew DND campaign called the Afterworlds where angels and demons live in their own little lands. I ended up deciding on making a Changeling Bard demon of Pride, who I named Masque. I have their initial sketches here because it was sort of a pivotal moment in my character creation process. I had a vague sense of a design in mind, which I sketched on the left, but I wasn't happy with it - it was just too boring and plain. So, I took to the internet, and I looked up various references and inspirations and ideas and came up with the sketch on the right, which was much more interesting! Definitely more fitting of a dangerous entertainer type.

Once again, the months bleed together, and Masque's design was completed! I really fell in love with them and their design, and even though we only managed to do one session with them so far (mostly due to life stuff btwn all of us) I really can't to do more things with them. More things like debuting their stage persona, Escher a.k.a Ghost! As the leader of a ragtag group of traveling performers known as the Cabaret Depayser, Escher is a much more charismatic and charming facet of Masque that keeps them hidden from those who want to hunt them down. Since I haven't got to play with that side of them just yet, we'll see how that turns out :3

In other news, Pizza Tower was all the rage this month, and I couldn't help but be swept up in it too! It's an incredibly mesmerizing and fun-looking game, with excellent animation and music and everything. I eventually picked it up myself, but haven't gotten to play it yet. I did end up really liking drawing them, kind of forcing me to embrace a more cartoonish side of my art style, and it was really fun to do.

Also uh. I got sick. like... really sick. i never get sick. so i made an art to cope. this would not be the last time i got sick like that. was still funny to draw it out though

A rather uneventful month, but hey look! We've returned to Pokemon. This time I asked to draw some from memory, and overall I did okay, even for the newer ones like Toxel here. I got the general angery baby lizard vibes down.

I also drew my friend Cake's egg magical girl OC Sunny Side and her little buddy Tama in my downtime at work. I think she's neat and I thought she would be fun to doodle :>

i truly had nothing else this month other than this one wip, gomen

I actually have a very valid excuse for this, because I was preoccupied most of the month with helping out my partner on her student film, which much like this wip was about our story Cosmic Legacy. I helped out with voice acting, voice mixing, and the music; although we weren't able to complete all of it and we still haven't picked it back up to finish it, I was still proud of what I was able to accomplish in about a month on top of a full-time job.

fun fact about this wip while i'm here though: it's based on this one shot from BTS's music video for Run, one of my favorite songs of theirs as well as one of my favorite music videos

i've always wanted to draw some group with this shot as reference, and it worked perfectly with these kids, but i still have to. y'know. finish it

Most of the month was, again, sketches from work free time. I felt like doodling some of the Destiny Guardians from my own story The Dark Side: War on Destiny from memory, since I don't draw them very often but I still like them a lot.

Circling back to Pizza Tower brainrot, my friend Atlas and I started tossing around an idea of what if, instead of pizza and Italian inspiration, it was ramen and Japanese inspiration? I was really struck with inspiration by that thought, and came up with five new ramen-inspired Toppins: char siu pork, narutomaki, scallion, boiled egg, and wakame seaweed. I thought they all turned out really cute :>

And, as my one piece of actual polished art in literal Months... Genshin dropped a teaser for the new Fontaine region and showed little glimpses of this Melusine, and I was so enamoured I had to draw her. They are so cute and I like em.

sometime in between months, i got sick. again. just like back in march. but that proved to be a little bit useful because...

SURPRISE, IT'S FULL COLOR ART

it was Artfight time once again, and I did not want to miss out. However! I kind of monkey wrenched myself by doing the color wheel challenge that had taken the internet by storm during the time I was under the weather. I ended up finishing it by the middle of July, so I only had time for a couple of art pieces for Artfight after that, which is kind of what I did to myself last year too. At least I had a valid excuse with doing another big fun art thing lol

I still have so many color wheel theme ideas that I would like to make, but after this, life would really get in the way of things, especially art-making in general, so I definitely plan to revisit those ideas later

it was around this time of year when not only was it forest fire season, and i had an ear infection right after being sick, but it was also time when i started really considering and making plans to move out across the country. it was a really busy and stressful time, even outside of myself since my parents and their aging parents were becoming a situation i had to watch unfold and help support as best i could. i doodled a little bit during work but most of my time and attention was spent elsewhere. drawing Lyney from genshin from memory was pretty fun, though. i liked him far too much even then lol

September was when things ramped up even more, and on the 22nd I, with my mom's help, had left with my belongings and began the 3-day trek from Seattle, Washington to Albuquerque, New Mexico. It was actually a decent time with lots of beautiful scenery, which I'll provide here since I... got absolutely nothing done in this month.

also... coolest hotel ever. absolutely oozing with charm. loved it

and actually, i lied a little bit. once i had actually moved in and settled, as i was getting stuff to furnish the place i wanted to pick up something for a little art project to like. keep me sane. so i had found this little Dia de Muertos ceramic cat statue painting kit and fell in love with it and after many days and layers of paint i basically finished it at the end of the month and I think it turned out really cool!

and so, since September was a bit of a dud, here's an October double feature :D

Over time, I started getting into a groove and much more comfortable in my new home, so my art started to pick back up. A lot of things were on my mind: I wanted to start planning on a potential rebranding/vtuber career and made some iterations on a design for my sona's model before settling on the one here, I was extremely bored one day and decided to pick back up on a papercraft doll for my friend Cake's sona (coincidentally just in time for her birthday), I started getting back into TOME and did a redraw of Demon Alpha over a screenshot from The Owl House to revitalize my love of drawing from that franchise, I wanted to draw Masque again cuz the homebrew game had been dead on our group's end because of scheduling conflicts and stuff, and lastly I wanted to do another halloween vampire-sona piece and got the idea for a fun, spooky, sexy two-parter with some bloods. It was a good time and I was feeling on the up and up :3

This month was less up, not just because I did a lot less, but because... I got covid. Finally. After nearly four years of evading it, I think the new environment and stress got to me and got me infected just in time for my birthday :^)

I could barely get anything done during the time I was sick, but I did do a few cool things. Again, I had gotten back into TOME after watching through the A2Z movies, and the epilogue really got me, especially with the softlocke content. So I did some doodles in my spare time and only managed to get this one digitized (which i didn't post yet cuz i wanted to do the others too first, whoops)

The girl on the left is a product of a nifty design challenge I found while mindlessly scrolling thru youtube shorts, where you create an OC based on some traits of yours (here's the video i found for it). It was just a fun little prompt that got me to do a little bit more this month.

Then I wanted to practice drawing my new vtuber sona some more, and there had been this trend on Twitter where people drew characters in one of the poses from this K-pop music video GUILTY. It seemed like a cool pose idea, but I feel like a lot of the people who did it mostly liked drawing muscly dudes and rendering them or just drawing the pose to be sexy, but I was most interested in the context of the song which made it much darker and spookier while still being very sexy and fun to draw, so I focused on the spookier angle of it

and finally, December was a very busy month with the holidays as I was prepping gift-giving for work and my family, but I still ended up dedicating my time to a couple of projects in the time I could find in between

my main focus this month had been on an idea inspired by this series of videos by ABD Illustrates and based on some kinds of image combination techniques to make a bunch of genshin OCs based on a collage of every character of each body type. I had made five different ideas, each with a different element, weapon, and national origin, as well as movesets and even voicelines! But I hadn't gotten terribly far in rendering them, but I wanted to have at least a preview of one of them for this, so I started with my favorite of them all, Jack! He's the one I've become most interested in developing, and I like how he's shaping up so far :3

And, of course, as always, Pokemon runs through my veins and keeps me going. I did some doodles at work, inspired by Hoenn nostalgia after finding Alpharad's Too Many Types romhack to download for myself, as well as my latest playthrough of PMD Rescue Teams Red and Blue, including DX, which I'll be liveblogging here in the future.

Well, what a year it's been. I've done a lot more than I thought, despite everything, but I'm excited for the year to come, because I am dedicating it to all the WIPs I have gathered over the ages, and I will hope to see many of them done for the next summary! Until next time!

[jolienjoyswriting]

Attune Your Ears (The Rewrite), Epilogue

The epilogue for "Attune Your Ears (The Rewrite)," an Essence of Ragnarok story. Previous version available here.

Carlos and Dylan come home from bowling… and make a very interesting discovery.

Word count: 1,356 – Character count: 8,118 Drafted: March 18th, 2023 Revised: March 19th, 2023 –

Confession time.  As I was going through the history of events in my head, I remembered this story and how it ended.  When I remembered, I also remembered that Carlos is a wolf and Dylan is a cat.  Canines and felines have pretty good senses of smell.  So, yeah.  When I wrote this part, though, I didn't expect it to turn out the way it did…  This absolutely changed the dynamics of two characters forever.

Dylan Dumouchel, Carlos Magnus, Hope, Elizabeth Armstrong, "Essence of Ragnarok" series, and related characters and concepts created by and © Jo Li KMC

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    "Maaan, you suck at bowlin', Los!"     "It was my first time…"

    On a sunny afternoon during the early summer, two young men were returning home from a fun day out.  One was a wolf, the other was a cat.  The former was all smiles and laughter!  The latter, though…

    "Yeah, but even for a first-timer, that was bad!"     "Shut up, Dylan," the wolf growled, the two entering an elevator.     "Gutterball after gutterball…"  Dylan grinned.  "Man, I'd be embarrassed!"     "I will kick your ass, cat."     "Sure, sure," he chuckled.  "Sooo… same time next week?"     Carlos nodded.  "We should invite the girls…"     "Maybe!  They sure can't be worse than you are!"     A hard punch to the arm made Dylan laugh out loud.     "Love you, too, Wolfie!"     Another punch drew a yelp and a chuckle from the cat.     "O-okay, okay, I'm done.  Honest.  Aaaahh… owie."     That seemed to satisfy Carlos.  The two walked in silence from there, arriving at their 7th-floor apartment door not long after.

    "So, any plans for next semester, Los?"     The dark wolf crossed his arms and hummed.  "Metalworking…  Alchemy, too."     "More alchemy?"  Dylan chuckled as he unlocked their door.  "Didn'tcha get enough after what happened last year?"     Carlos growled low, looking away.  He was trying to hide his discolored eyes.     "Ya know, I hear Joe dropped out 'cause'a you…"     "He's lucky I didn't slit his throat."     The cat turned the doorknob.  "Why do you hate him so much, anyway?"     The dirty look he got made Dylan reconsider his question.     "I just meant–"     "Wait."     Carlos put a hand on his friend's shoulder, keeping him from entering.     "What's that smell…?" the wolf quietly asked.     "Smell what?" the cat answered seriously.  He knew something was up…     Carlos took a long, quiet smell of the air coming out of their apartment…     "Blood.  And… other stuff?"  He paused.  "Smell."     Dylan stepped up to the door, sniffing through the crack.     "Hm…  I don't think it's anyone we know," he said after a few seconds.     "Whose is it?" the wolf growled.  "And… what's that other smell?"     "There's a lot of smells coming from–"     "Mr. Dumouchel!  Carlos!  Hiii!"     The investigative discussion was suddenly interrupted by a chipper voice… and a short, blue-haired girl in a gold cap popping out to throw herself at Carlos.  Carlos didn't hug the girl back.  He was still distracted by the medley of scents coming from their apartment…

    "Heya, Blue!" Dylan greeted.  "It's just 'Dylan', by the way!  So hey, where's our dinner?"     "Oh, shoot…"  Hope leaned back, looking over.  "Was I supposed to make dinner tonight…?  I completely forgot!"     "Naw, naw…"  The cat grinned, holding up a bag.  "We got sweet noodles and rice buns!"     "Isn't that Miss Armstrong's– ah… isn't that Eliza's favorite kind of take-out food?"     The cat grinned from ear to ear.  "Maaaybe…"     "Oh, gosh…"  Hope smiled.  "You're always so nice to her, Mr– er, Dylan!"     "Well, someone's gotta be!"     Dylan nudged Carlos.  Carlos didn't react.  He was still focused on those smells…

    "Hey, Blue…"     Hope attentively perked.  "Yes, Dylan?"     "What's with the smörgåsbord of smells?"  He smirked as he asked, "You light some candles or somethin'?"     "Oh!  No, no…"  The girl laughed.  "Miss Armstr– Eliza is taking a bath, though!  She really likes that lavender bubble bath!"     "A bath?  Ah, geez…"  Dylan scratched his head.  "I gotta whiz, too…"     "Blood."     Both Hope and Dylan looked at Carlos.  He hadn't moved… but he did speak.     "I smelled blood," he told the pair.  "I also smell something else…"     "Blood sounds unlikely.  I had the day off!  But, I can't help you, anyway…"  Hope weakly smiled up at her boyfriend.  "I have no olfactory senses or sensors, sadly."     "I swear I've smelled it before…"     Carlos paused to take another whiff… only to grunt and lose interest.     "Fuck it.  I can't smell anything over that bubble bath…"     "Guess that closes that case, eh?"     The wolf grunted at his cat friend.  He then entered the apartment.  Just as Hope turned to follow, Dylan got her attention.

    "Hey, Hope…"     "Yes?" she asked, looking at him.     "Joseph was here again, wasn't he?"     The look on Hope's face was absolutely priceless.  She looked so shocked!     "You can smell him…?!" she worriedly asked.  "He left about an hour ago!  How–"     "That's not all this cat nose can smell!"     The cat tilted his head and sniffed the air a few times.  His nose twitched and his whiskers flicked.  His ears turned this way and that…  He was taking his time, assessing all the various smells wafting into his nasal cavities…  After a good half-minute, he finally looked back at Hope with a calm smile.     "It smells like he and Liz got bi-zaaay…"     Hope tilted her head, offering a confused look.  "What… does 'bi-zay' mean…?"     "Oh, you innocent little muffin…"     Dylan laughed, making her frown.  Shortly after, he leaned in and whispered an explanation, which caused the girl to rear back and look even more shocked than before!

    "Th-that's supposed to be a secret…!" Hope squeaked.  "E-er, I-I mean…"     "Oh, I'm not gonna tell anyone…"  The cat grinned, his tail slinking around behind him.  "I might ask a certain dirty birdy a few questions, though!  Heh heh heh…"     "Mr. Dumouchel, please…"  The girl looked extremely worried.  "I don't think Ms. Armstrong wants people to know!  So… so, don't tell anyone!  Don't even talk about it!  Okay?"     Dylan's smile faded and his gaze turned icy…     "Didn't plan on it…" he coldly said.  "And don't you ever tell me what to do."     Hope flinched at his tone shift.  Then, suddenly… she scowled and grew angry!     "Why are you like this?" she asked, throwing her hands down and stomping her foot.  "One minute, we're friends!  The next, you act like you hate me!"     Her expression softened into a worried frown.     "Did I do something to upset you…?  What can I do to fix it…?"     Dylan snorted.  "You can get out of my way…"     The girl grunted as she was shoved aside.  She spun on the spot, then, as the cat came in.     "You stopped me!" she half-shouted, losing patience.  "I was trying to–"     "Confused little machine…"  Dylan limply waved his hand.  "Even when you're not in the way… you're always in the way.  That's why we put you in the closet with the vacuum."     "I volunteered to sleep in the closet," she corrected in a high-pitch, frustrated voice, "so everyone else would have more space!!  Why are you being so mean to me?!"     Hope was completely flustered.  Dylan, though, just laughed.     "Because…"     He stopped, turned, then looked right into her teary eyes.     "You're just a machine."     He smiled… but it was a somewhat nasty one.     "Now, go hide in your closet.  The real people in this apartment have real lives to live."

    All Hope could do was stand there in the entryway and try not to cry as Dylan headed into the back.  She was angrier than she could ever remember being.  And… she was worried.     "I… I shouldn't have said anything," she whimpered.  "I should've just kept my mouth shut… denied what he said…  If he didn't know it was supposed to be a secret…"     The girl shook her head and wiped her eyes.     "If he didn't know… he probably would've blurted it out at some point…  And now that he does know… he could blackmail Ms. Armstrong…"     She looked at the floor.  No matter what she did… something bad was bound to happen.  After a short while, Hope closed the door to the apartment and, not long after, she walked over to and entered the living room closet, shutting her eyes and hugging herself.     "Maybe Mr. Dumouchel is right…" The android girl sniffled…  "  I'm… just a stupid machine…"

    She went into Sleep Mode that evening, deciding it would be best to just "stay out of the way".  When the question of where she was came up, Dylan just said she was sleeping in the closet.  The trio always laughed about it and no one ever questioned it.  And why would they?  Hope had volunteered to sleep in there.  Plus, it's not like it mattered where she "slept".

    She was "just a machine", after all…

[arigatouiris]

revenge is a fool’s game // arthur morgan — [02]

pairing: arthur morgan x female!reader

word count: 2023

warnings: strong violence, emotional distress, mentions of torture, explicit sexual references, a whole lotta angst, cowboy stuff;

notes: I might actually not do a taglist, since not many got back to me; but let’s see? I’ve tagged https://julliiaaq.tumblr.com for asking~

masterlist in bio~

Also, this is actually a story on my AO3, with an OC. I’ve remodelled it to fit as a reader insert here, and the story might change towards the end so... just wanted to put it out there!

Chapter Two: Vengeance

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Arthur had no idea why Riley was brought to camp. Their camp was small, and he would have actually preferred it that way. 

He saw to it that each person had a role to play—Dutch and Hosea were the backbones, and their backbones were Annabelle and Bessie (who in all honesty, Arthur knew, would want Riley to be a part of the gang because they were nice women and Riley looked malnourished, to say the least). 

There was Susan Grimshaw, who was one of the safekeepers of the entire camp, she made sure everything stayed in place—however, Arthur felt a tad bit bad for her when he thought of her, considering how she was sweet on Dutch but Dutch had Annabelle now.

There was a butcher too, from the Navy, whose name Arthur kept forgetting. And even if his food was terrible, Arthur knew he had a role to play as well. And then at last, there was the kid, John Marston. Arthur wouldn’t admit it, but he had a soft spot for the kid. He was feisty, something Morgan appreciated in the boy, but even John looked more aggressive and intimidating than Riley did, and that was saying something. John was just fifteen years old, barely a man.

But, Riley? What role can this gawky little kid play? Arthur grunted. People like him are part of our group now, Arthur thought internally. And Mary… It stung him each time he thought of her, but there was little he could do. 

He knew he had to move on, he knew that things had changed now—after last year’s robbery, they were officially thieves, leading lives that had a difficult path ahead of them. Each and everyone in the camp had to be careful and ready for any change. Riley didn’t seem to fit that image, in Arthur’s mind.

“Somethin’ on your mind, Arthur?” John’s voice alerted him.

John Marston’s voice had recently undergone a change. Puberty hit him late, something Arthur made fun of him for, but once it had hit him, the growth spurt surely surprised everyone at camp. Especially Dutch. Dutch wanted John to take up arms, something Arthur wasn’t so sure about, but knowing Dutch, he definitely had a plan. And Dutch’s plans always work.

“What do ya think o’ that kid, Riley, eh John?” Arthur asked, looking at Mrs. Grimshaw speaking to Riley near Dutch’s camp.

“He looks funny,” John said, smirking. “Maybe he’s as old as me. Thas’ why he’s small o’ somethin’.”

“Hm,” Arthur wasn’t too sure. Something about the kid seemed off. “Maybe, maybe.”

Riley didn’t want to be a part of the group. He had other plans, and even if he was simply passing by, he knew where he had to go. Considering how he held a secret as big as his entire life, being a part of a gang where he could be easily exposed was not one of those plans. Meeting Dutch took the life out of him, almost, Dutch seemed intimidating and every glance that the gang leader gave Riley almost made him believe Dutch had figured him out.

“I’ve figured you out, Riley.” Dutch said, interrupting Susan Grimshaw, a kind lady.

Riley’s eyes almost widened, but he had to maintain his composure. He could feel everybody’s eyes on him.

“You’ve got sad eyes, boy,” Dutch said, smirking. “With a lil’ groomin’, you’re gonna be a great gunslinger. No one would expect you to hold a gun, let alone shoot from one!”

Riley wanted to scream, but there was no way he would let Dutch or anyone know he could talk. If he spoke, they would know his secret, and that was something he would avoid with everything he had. Riley shook his head, uninterested to learn, uninterested to be a part of a gang of thieves, desperate for God knows what reason, to not have him be a part of them.

“I believe he ain’t interested in bein’ a part o’ this, Dutch.” Arthur spoke up, suddenly, walking toward them. Riley’s eyes followed the twenty-five year old gruff male, before looking back at Dutch.

“Why not?” Dutch asked, folding his hands.

Riley put his hands in the air. There was very little he could do to communicate, but he would try. He reached for the notebook inside his bag, and started to scribble, surprising both Dutch and Hosea, that he could write.

I don’t want to be a part of you all. I’ll be a burden. I can use guns for my safety, but I am a lousy thief. Please, excuse me.

Hosea read the words aloud and Dutch sighed. He raised his hands in the air, before groaning.

“Well, I ain’t got time for this. Gotta meet Colm o'Driscoll for some...bank information later tonight.”

Riley’s eyes widened a second later, and time seemingly stopped for him. Quickly, Riley reached for Dutch’s sleeve, with wide eyes, shocking the rest of the gang who were ready to murder Riley if he ever so lay a finger on Dutch. A moment later, they realized, that he simply held the man’s hand.

Riley waited, Dutch stared back.

“o’Driscoll?” He repeated, wondering if this was what stopped Riley.

Riley couldn’t believe it. He knew he had heard the name somewhere, and he knew that if this were a turn of events, Riley was simply lucky. If Dutch knew Colm, then he was one step closer to where he had to be.

He once again began to scribble, before turning things around.

Please let me be a part of your group. I will sling guns and watch horses and do anything you ask. All I ask for is a favor in return.

“And what’s that, kid?” Hosea asked, now curious.

Riley’s eyes were now cold. He wrote again, albeit, slowly this time.

I want Colm o’Driscoll’s head.

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It was a quiet afternoon at the camp. Arthur and John were listening to Dutch read Emerson again, something John found a tad bit boring, but Arthur listening. However, even as Arthur listened to Dutch, he knew the man had something else running in his mind. Something that had happened earlier that morning, which changed everything about the camp or was slowly beginning to.

“Why? What do you want with Colm o’Driscoll?” Hosea asked, shocked.

Riley shook his head and refused to write more. Arthur could see the boy’s hands shake, and a frown sit on his face, however, it seemed strangely odd. Judging from the behavior the boy was displaying, Arthur knew it had something to do with—

“Vengeance?” Dutch said out loud, a slow smirk sitting on his lips.

He didn’t really like Colm all that much, but stayed away from ruining things because things would ultimately get bad for the both of them. With Dutch being wanted now, they couldn’t afford to get more on their plate. And the o’Driscoll boys were trouble.

Riley didn’t nod, but looked down to the ground. His hands clutched the book he was holding and it seemed as if Riley was lot in thought. Arthur felt for the boy a tad bit, but it was sympathy that he needn’t feel in the first place. He could tell the difference—Riley’s death would mean nothing to him; and if his death meant nothing, than even his vengeance meant nothing.

“Alright, boy. Listen. If you want us to help ya, you’ll have to give us more than wanting Colm o’Driscoll’s head.”

Riley looked at Hosea as he said that and began to write again.

He’s got a debt he never paid back.

“With you?” Dutch laughed, patting the boy’s shoulder.

Riley nodded, unblinking. There was something different now about him, Arthur could tell. It was almost as if Riley seemed uncaring to everyone around him. His eyes and body language turned cold, despite him looking like he needed to grow up.

“He done somethin’ bad to ya, boy?” Arthur asked this time and Riley wrote again.

Terrible.

Arthur could tell that this was enough for Dutch. There was an idea looming in the man’s head, his eyes sparkled the same way it sparkled before Dutch wanted to rob that bank a year ago. Something wasn’t right, something is going to awry, Arthur couldn’t put his finger on it, but he trusted Dutch. Dutch would never do something crazy and jeopardise the lives of those in the camp.

“Don’t get any o’us killed, ya got that?” Arthur said, almost as if he snapped, and walked away.

What he didn’t see at that second was Riley frowning a tad bit more than he already was.

“Dutch…” Arthur spoke up, suddenly, breaking his reading.

Dutch looked at Arthur and blinked. “Somethin’ wrong, Arthur?”

Arthur sighed, “I don’ get no good feelin’ from that Riley boy.”

Dutch sighed in retaliation, “Listen, Arthur, there’s somethin’ about that kid that I think we can use. It’s making use of potential, son. Don’t you agree, John?”

Dutch was starting to involve John in almost everything now and it didn’t sit easy with Arthur.

“I think he looks funny,” John said, “He looks almost like a girl.”

Arthur chuckled and ruffled the boy’s head, “You’re goin’ blind, Marston.”

John grumbled.

“Listen, Arthur,” Dutch said this time, voice more sullen that the last time, “There’s something about his eyes that spoke to me more than that notebook o’ his,” Arthur didn’t understand. “There’s so much pain in his eyes, son. Almost as if it’s stoppin’ him from living.”

Arthur remembered the last time Dutch had said something similar.

“You’ve got to understand, Arthur. You, of all people, you.” Dutch said.

Dutch had said the same about Arthur himself.

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Riley got a small run down tent to stay in. He had no horse yet, which meant that he had to buy one, but considering how little money he had, he knew he had to wait. He felt handicapped, but that wouldn’t stop him from knowing he was heading toward where he had to go.

Colm o’Driscoll, he thought before opening a particular page in his book. There, he had names written in an order. The third name was Colm’s and the first two were Horace and Dalton Newcomb. There were a total of seven names, which meant seven times he would have to extract vengeance. Riley then shared at his palm, thinking of the last time it had slipped his fingers. He could have killed Colm that night, but he chose not to. He cursed his mind, he cursed that he felt terrible—Colm had after all, saved his life, but was instead a menace.

“I promise ya’ kid. I’ll save yer brother.” Colm had once said.

“False promises,” (y/n) (l/n) uttered, closing the book and keeping it back in her bag.

All of this, she thought as fresh tears filled her eyes. All of this torture for him, she thought, closing her bag and touching her chest. She felt the bruises. And, the tightness of the bandages suddenly made her breathless. To hide who I am, she thought before running her fingers across the rim of the bandage. She had tied it around her torso to push back her breasts, from people not figuring out that she was a woman.

Being a woman in a time like this was difficult. She would end up as Mrs. Grimshaw, nice and kind and lovely, but Mrs. Grimshaw wouldn’t be allowed to extract vengeance. She would ask someone else, and (y/n) had no mind for that. She wanted to control death, which she understood abandoned her when she needed it—instead, she made a pact with vengeance for something no one else but her can do. If she had to hide her identity, then so be it.

She would kill Colm o’Driscoll and then she would kill Horace and Dalton.

She would kill them all for slaughtering her parents and murdering her brother.

I’m sorry I took your name, baby brother, she thought, wiping the tears away. But, I will not let your death be in vain. You died for me that night, and I will end those responsible.

(y/n) (l/n) was barely alive. Vengeance kept her breathing.