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Cherry Red, Crimson Blood
Chapter 10: Treat Me Gently
Summary: You and Price take your relationship to the next level. It might be the best decision you've ever made.
Pairing: Poly 141 x reader
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, p in v sex, fingering, oral, first time sex, unprotected(ish) sex, reader has an implant, creampie, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, military inaccuracies, language, the author is a bit rusty writing smut.
A/N: It's finally here. It's finally arrived, the moment we've all been waiting for! Uh, yeah, it's mostly badly written smut with just a little plot thrown in there. So...I hope you enjoy!
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Your attention is pulled from your book as the couch sinks on either side of you, two bodies joining you. You glance up from your book as an arm drapes itself across the back of the couch behind you. Your eyes flicker between Gaz and Johnny, mischievous grins on their faces.Â
âWe heard you have a date this weekend.â Gaz says, leaning in closer.Â
Your face warms at his words. âWell, I donât know if Iâd call it a date...âÂ
âWhat are you wearing?â Gaz asks.Â
âDo ye have anythinâ to wear?â Johnny asks.Â
Their questions give you pause. The most formal thing you have are jeans and, though you doubt Price would care if you showed up in sweatpants, you would like to have something nice to wear.Â
âCome on.â Gaz says, slapping your thigh before standing. âWeâre going shopping.âÂ
âWhat?â You glance between him and Johnny as they stand over you.Â
âAlready got permission from Price.â Johnny says. âSo come on.â He grabs your hands, lifting you to your feet easily. âLetâs get goinâ, kitten.âÂ
Your cheeks warm at the pet name, Johnnyâs hand settling on your lower back to steer you from the rec room. You donât have much of a choice but to follow, grabbing a couple things from your room before you leave the barracks with them to a car parked outside. Itâs different from the car you and Price had taken to town last weekend. Of course, they probably all have their own vehicles, or at least a few at their disposal.Â
âIâm driving.â Gaz says, plucking the keys from Johnnyâs hand.Â
âAww, ye never let me drive!â Johnny pouts.Â
âYeah, because with our luck youâll traumatize her so badly, sheâll never want to leave again.â Gaz says, opening the driverâs side door.Â
You canât help but giggle at the dejected look on Johnnyâs face as you get into the back, Johnny muttering the entire way to the passenger side.Â
âIâm noâ that bad of a driver.â Johnny says, buckling his seatbelt.Â
âYeah, but both you and Simon seem to be in agreement that the speed limit is a suggestion, not a law.â Gaz says as he turns on the car. âIâd like to make it there and back in one piece, thank you. Besides, Price would have both our heads if anything happened to our girl on our watch.â
Your cheeks warm as you meet Gaz's gaze through the rear view mirror. Your heart flutters at the look in his eyes, the dedication and protectiveness shining in them.Â
âI wouldnae let anything happen to ye.â Johnny says, reaching back to squeeze your knee for a moment.Â
You stare out the window of the car as Gaz drives towards town, half listening to the conversation in the front seat. You're beginning to recognize landmarks, buildings, areas between the base and town despite it only being your second trip. They'd be proud of you, you think. At least if something happened, you'd be able to give a landmark.Â
The farmlands fade into the city and soon Gaz is parking on the street in front of a shop. You take Gaz's hand as he helps you out of the car, lacing your fingers together. Soap holds the door to the shop open, letting you and Gaz walk through first.Â
It's a nice boutique filled with all sorts of formal wear. You wonder how they even knew about this place, or if they had done some research beforehand. Both make you feel honored that they would even go to those lengths just for you.Â
They are going to be your pack soon.Â
Packs do this sort of thing for each other. They take care of each other, spoil each other, make each other happy. Itâs hard to be a good pack if one member is unhappy.Â
âGood afternoon.â One of the workers approaches you. âMy name is Emily. Is there something I can help you find today?âÂ
âOur omega has a date with our alpha this weekend.â Gaz says, smiling down at you. âShe needs something to wear.âÂ
The worker, Emily, smiles at you. âHow exciting! Did you have anything in mind? Style, color, anything like that?â
âProbably nothing too fancy,â You say, eyeing the racks. âAnd, probably a dress.â
âAlright, we've got lots of options for that. Let's take a look and you can try some on.â Emily says.Â
Gaz keeps hold of your hand as you follow Emily through the racks, looking at some of the options. Johnny goes off on his own, perusing the racks himself.Â
âIs there a certain color you have in mind?â Emily asks you.
You hum in contemplation, looking at the many racks. You're not sure what color Price would like, or if he even has a favorite.Â
âHis favorite color is blue, like a dark navy blue.â Johnny answers for you. âThough, I think he'd like you in any color.âÂ
You can't help the way your cheeks warm a bit at Johnny's words. You realize you don't even know their favorite colors. There's still so much about them that's a mystery to you.Â
âWhat's your favorite color?â You ask, looking up at Gaz.Â
âI don't think I have just one.â He says, running his hand over a sequin covered dress on the rack in front of you âI like warm colors. Reds, oranges, purples.â
âLike a sunset.â You say, looking at a tag on one of the dresses, nearly choking at the price.Â
Gaz gently removes the tag from your hand, giving you a look as you meet his gaze. âDon't even worry about it, love.â He says quietly, leaning down to kiss your cheek.Â
âMy favorite color is green.â Johnny says, appearing next to you suddenly.Â
âLet me guess, Ghostâs is black.â You say.Â
Johnny's mouth twitches. âNow how'd you come to guess that?âÂ
You shrug, unable to hide your grin. âCall it intuition.âÂ
Emily takes you to the changing rooms, the boys taking seats outside to wait for you to try on the dresses you've chosen so far. You pick a sleeveless, blue, knee-length dress first with a ruched skirt. You already don't like it, but you know the guys will want to see it regardless.Â
You feel nervous, strangely exposed as you step out of the dressing room and make your way to where the guys are sitting. They both straighten up as you approach, Johnnyâs eyes immediately on your legs. Gaz let's out a low whistle as his eyes scan your figure, ending on your legs as well.Â
âWhat?â You ask concerned as you stare down at your own legs thinking the worst, like how you might have missed a spot shaving or something.Â
âNothinâ love,â Gaz says, unable to lift his gaze from your legs. âJust never seen you in anything but long pants before.â
Your cheeks warm at his words. It's true, the climate had yet to allow for anything but long pants. Even to sleep, you found yourself too cold without long sleep pants.Â
âChrist, you've got gorgeous legs, kitten.â Soap says, letting his eyes trail your form. âKeepinâ those hidden from us?âÂ
Your face feels like it's on fire as they stare at you, and quickly turn to face the large mirror across from them in an attempt to steady the butterflies in your stomach.Â
âWhat do you think?â Emily asks, stepping up next to you.Â
âIt's a little too...churchy for a date.â You say smoothing your hands over the skirt. ���Definitely need something fancier than this.â
You try on a few of the others, but none of them are right. Too short, too long, too formal, not formal enough. Johnny brings you more to try, a couple sticking out, but you're not sold on any of them.Â
The last dress you have yet to try on catches your eye as you pull it off the hook. It's a deep blue color, almost black. It's long sleeved and covers your front entirely, but the back is open. It's short, the skirt hem long enough to cover your ass, but you wouldn't dare bend over. It hugs your figure, accentuating the curves and lines of your body.Â
Your cheeks are warm as you step out of the changing room, both Gaz and Johnny going slack-jawed as they stare at you. Even Emily looks in awe as you stand in front of them.Â
âI think you've found the one, love.â Gaz says, his eyes trailing your form. âGive us a spin.â
You do a slow turn, not missing the way their eyes widen in the mirror when they see the back, Johnny still frozen as you turn back to face them.Â
âHow do you feel?â Emily asks, stepping up to you.Â
âGood.â You say, your face still warm. âReally good.â
âYeah,â She says, looking you over. âI think you've hit the mark with this one. Let me grab shoes and we'll put the whole look together.â
You turn to face the mirror as she steps away, your eyes meeting Gaz's as he steps up to you.Â
âYou look fantastic, love.â He says, leaning in close over your shoulder, his breath fanning your ear. Goosebumps form on your skin as his fingers slowly trail up the line of your spine. âPrice is going to want to devour you instantly as soon as he sees you in this one.â
You shiver at his words, biting your lip as his fingers splay out across your upper back. âYou think so?â
There's a mischievous glint in his eyes as he holds your gaze through the mirror. âHe won't be able to keep his hands off you. Gonna drive him insane, making him sit through dinner looking like a delicious dessert.âÂ
You fear you might start smoking from how warm you feel, glad for Emily's reappearance. You try on the shoes she brings, opting for the shorter heels for the sake of your own dignity.Â
Johnny distracts you as Gaz pays for the items, spending far too much on you but neither will let you complain. It's what they're supposed to do.Â
They are your pack after all.Â
âWhat about lingerie?â Johnny asks, turning to look at you as you sit in the car.Â
Your face burns at his question. You hadn't thought about that bit.Â
âGotta dress up the whole fit.â He wiggles his eyebrows at you.Â
âLay off her, perv.â Gaz says, smacking Johnny's chest. âHe's right though, gotta make sure the whole outfit matches.â
You feel like you might implode in the backseat. You might not make it to Saturday at this rate.Â
You wake early on Saturday. You don't have to be up early. There's nothing going on until tonight, no need for you to rise earlier than the sun. Yet, you can't help the anticipation burning in your stomach, the nervous fluttering in your chest. Tonight you're going to sleep with Price for the first time. Tonight you'll allow him closer than you've ever allowed anyone.Â
You have an outfit, you have fancy underwear, even new shoes. You're not sure how you want to wear your hair. You're not sure on makeup either, though Price has seen you plenty without it and has yet to offer any complaints.Â
You grab your phone, laying in bed and scrolling hair tutorials until the sun comes up and you start hearing movement in the hallway. You donât bother changing, pulling on shoes before stepping out. You are hungry, even after spending half the day in town and eating dinner out with Gaz and Johnny yesterday. You slip out the door, coming face to face with Ghost. You tilt your head back, staring up at him.Â
âDidnât expect to see you.â He grumbles. âFigured youâd be busy getting ready.âÂ
âIâve got like ten hours until I have to be ready.â You say, blinking up at him. âIt doesnât take that long.âÂ
He lets out a huff, rolling his eyes. âCome on.âÂ
You follow him out of the barracks, but you find yourself not having to speed walk quite as fast to keep up with him today.Â
âAre you upset?â You ask, kicking up your pace a bit so you can walk side by side with him.Â
âAbout what?â He asks.Â
âPrice and I.â You say.Â
âWhy would I be?â He sounds genuinely baffled that youâre asking him.Â
You shrug. âYouâre an alpha in the pack too, and I didnât really ask anyone but Price.âÂ
âPrice is your alpha.â He says, as if itâs the most straightforward thing in the world. Heâs not wrong, Price is the only one that really matters when it comes to you, since heâs the pack alpha, and heâll be the one claiming you.Â
âWould you ever want to be?â You ask, looking up at him.Â
He meets your gaze as he opens the door to the mess, not answering as you slip into the hall. He stands closer to you than he normally does as you get in line for food, tailing you like a shadow as you find Johnny among the drowsy and hungover soldiers in the mess.Â
You take a seat across from him, Ghost taking his spot next to Johnny. You can feel the nerves beginning to take hold as you eat, thinking about your date tonight. Itâs not like you really have to impress Price much, though you suppose you could make him dislike you rather easily. Youâd rather avoid that situation, as thereâs no getting out of mating and being claimed by him. Youâre going to be part of his pack whether he likes you or not.Â
What if he finds you boring? Youâre not even sure what you could talk about. Itâs not like you do much, and he already knows most everything he can about you. The only thing you have to talk about are things youâd rather not discuss during your first date. Youâd prefer not to discuss them at all.Â
âYouâll be fine.â Johnny says as you walk back to the barracks. âJust get âim talking, and ye wonât need tae worry about gettinâ a word in yourself.âÂ
Johnnyâs words do make you giggle. Youâre sure Price has so much more to talk about than you do. You barely know anything about him in general.Â
Itâs ironic that youâre more nervous about dinner than you are about the fact Price is going to take your virginity tonight.Â
You did ask for this. Itâll be good, getting to know him before your heat starts. The idea of going through your heat with a virtual stranger is terrifying to you, and Price had so willingly offered to do this so that doesnât happen, so you feel more comfortable with being mated and claimed by someone you at least somewhat know. This is your chance to get to know your pack alpha, your alpha before youâre forced to. This is your chance to make your own decision, to have some control over a life thatâs been dictated for you this far.Â
You spend the morning in a nervous panic, looking up tips online, tutorials, possible questions he might ask and thinking up answers that will make you sound interesting at least. Answers that wonât just be parroting things that he already knows. Gaz brings you lunch, letting you continue to prepare for your date, knowing the chances of you having a breakdown if youâre forced around people are high right now.Â
You give yourself ample time to get ready, showering and moisturizing, making sure you smell clean and look nice. You do your hair, taking your time to make yourself look decent. You opt for minimal make up, wanting to make yourself seem like you at least put a little effort into your looks.Â
You're strapping on your shoes when the knock comes at the door. Six o'clock sharp, just as you expected. You take a deep breath, adjusting your dress before you open the door.
John is standing on the other side, dressed in a button up shirt and slacks. You look him over, the fresh scent of cologne reaching your nose. His eyes rake your form, his scent slipping through the cologne as his gaze darkens a bit. Gaz was right. He does look like he wants to devour you.Â
âYou clean up nicely.â You say, looking him over again. His shirt hugs his muscles nicely, his pants obviously tailored to fit him. You haven't seen him in anything but fatigues and civilian clothes so far.Â
âWas going to say the same to you.â He says, lips pulling up into a smile. âYou look beautiful, sweetheart.âÂ
Your cheeks warm at the compliment. âThank you.â
âHungry?â He asks, offering you an arm.Â
âAlways.â You say, taking his arm, letting him lead you towards the rec room.Â
The lights inside are dimmed, the table usually reserved for games set up with a tablecloth and candles, along with two plates covered with cloches, and a bottle of wine. You're not sure when he managed to procure the wine, or maybe he had it saved and decided this was as good a time as any.Â
âWow.â You say, impressed by the effort he obviously put into everything.Â
âI bribed the boys out of here for a few hours.â He says, leading you to the table. âWasn't easy.â
âI bet.â You say, sitting down in one of the chairs, letting him push it in for you.Â
He pours you both glasses of wine before taking the cloches off the plates. You blink in surprise at the meal on the plate. Spaghetti, a salad, and bread. It's so simple, yet it takes you right back to weeknight dinners at home.Â
âYou made this?â You ask as he takes the seat across from you.Â
He nods. âI've amassed many skills over the years. I'm no five star chef, but I can throw things together in a pinch.â
âWell it looks good.â You say, picking up your fork.Â
It tastes good too. It's so simple, yet it's one of the best things you've eaten in the last month. You miss a lot of things about America, and the food is starting to be one of those.Â
You and John make small talk as you eat, the wine warming your body and easing your nerves.Â
âHow long has it been,â You ask him as you clear your plate. âSince you were with an omega last?â
âTwo years.â He says, taking a sip of wine.Â
Your eyes widen in surprise. You know they've been with omegas in the past, taking advantage of barrack bunnies and the swaths of willing omegas you know populate near military bases. You just hadn't thought it would be that far back in the past.
âRight around the time the task force was created.â He continues. âWe were too busy bonding and working on the task force, by the time we had a moment long enough for anything like that, we didn't need them anymore.â
âThat must have been torture.â You say, staring at him wide eyed.Â
âWe're trained for that sort of thing.â He says with a smile. âHow to fight off those urges, those needs. When you're in the field, something like that could get you killed. You don't pass selection into the SAS until you can show mastery over those skills.â
âDamn.â You say, taking a sip of your wine. âStill, it couldn't have been easy.â
âIt can be hard, once you've been with an omega, to go without. But that's just part of the job.âÂ
âWell, I suppose that's partly why I'm here.â You say, huffing out a laugh.Â
âPerhaps.â He says. âI'm certain we're not getting the full story.â
The double meaning isn't lost on you. There's a lot they don't know about you, things that are safer buried deep where they can't hurt anyone. Things you'd like to keep buried for the rest of time.Â
âItâs nothing...bad is it?â You ask, searching his gaze.Â
âIâd like to think not,â He says.Â
But...Â
You donât need to hear him say it. You know itâs there, lingering at the end of that statement. You wonder how many times heâs been in these situations, forced to place blind trust in someone and hope they have the best intentions in mind. Youâre all too familiar with those sorts of situations. Putting blind trust in strangers was your life purpose as soon as you presented as an omega.Â
âWeâre not going to let anything happen to you.â He says, staring at you with such conviction you canât help but believe him. âYouâre part of our pack, which makes you part of this team, even if bureaucracy says otherwise. We take care of each other, and that includes you. Youâre our omega, regardless of whatever the endgame is for this initiative.âÂ
You feel almost breathless at his words, at his declaration of loyalty to you. You know how much loyalty means to someone like him, the kind of promise words like that uphold. Theyâd give their lives to defend you. Youâd fight to defend them too, if it came down to it. Not that you could do much, but youâd try.Â
âYouâre my omega.â John says, reaching across the table to take your hand in his. âI take care of what's mine.â
You nod, trying to fight the tears welling in your eyes. âI know. You've...you've been a better alpha than I could have ever hoped for. Despite everything you've been kind and caring and understanding. I know some things we learned at the institute werenât right, but...I was expecting a lot worse.â
His thumb draws circles on the back of your hand, his fingers gently squeezing yours. âI'm glad I could prove that wrong. I know this situation is weird and less than ideal, but I fear I'll have to tell Kate she was right. She did pick a good omega.â
You smile, preening a bit under his praise. âThatâs all I can try to be.âÂ
âYou can be so much more than that.â He says, lifting your hand to his lips. His beard tickles your skin as he presses a line of kisses across the back of your hand before turning it, kissing across your palm to your wrist. He presses his nose against the skin there, inhaling deeply. âYouâre sure, about tonight?âÂ
Your fingers brush his cheek as he holds your hand against his face. Your heart is thudding your throat at the proximity, those nervous flutters starting in your stomach again. Heâs giving you an out, a chance to take back what you had asked for. You know he wouldnât blame you. He was more than willing to wait for your heat to start, for when you had no choice, when it would mean less because you would be desperate and needy for him.Â
You donât want that, though. You want him to want you before his instincts tell him he does. You want to know heâs not just fulfilling a duty, scratching an itch thatâs been tickling him for two years now. You want him to want you as you are now. You want him to choose you.Â
âYes.â You say, pressing your palm flat against his cheek. âJust...be gentle with me?âÂ
âOf course.â He says, kissing your palm again. âYou change your mind at any time, you tell me, yeah?âÂ
You nod. âYeah.âÂ
âGood.â He takes your hand in his again, standing from his seat.Â
Nerves mix with excitement as he pulls you to your feet with him, stepping up close to you. His hand lifts, tilting your chin up. Your stomach flutters as you meet his gaze, his eyes warm and soft as he stares at you. Affection shines in them as his thumb brushes your lip before heâs leaning down, pressing his lips to yours.
The kiss is short and sweet, like the ones youâve shared with him before. Yet, at the same time it feels different. Thereâs warmth beginning to blossom under your skin, the kiss not just a simple sign of affection this time. Itâs the overture, the appetizer, just a teasing taste of whatâs to come.Â
You hold his hand as he leads you down the hallway, heels clacking on the tile floor. It makes your face warm, the thought that they all know what it means, they can hear it and they know whatâs about to happen. They know where youâre going, what youâre about to do.Â
John opens his door, motioning for you to enter. You havenât been in any of their rooms yet, you havenât invaded their own sacred spaces. Your steps are slow and cautious as you breach that barrier, Johnâs scent washing over you as you step into his room.Â
Itâs neat and tidy, just as you expected it would be. Itâs not laid out all that differently from your own, though perhaps a bit more organized and clinical than yours. Thereâs a shelf next to his nightstand, stuffed with books and what you can assume are souvenirs from places heâs been. Thereâs stacks of papers on the desk, his clothes and shoes tucked away neatly in their places. His bed is slightly bigger than yours, and you wonder if thatâs a perk of his status, or if he pulled some strings once he learned he was getting an omega.Â
The door clicking shut draws your attention back to John, the click of the handle a finality. Youâre doing this. Thereâs no going back now.Â
Not that you want to.Â
John steps up to you, staring down at you. You stare up into his eyes as his hand comes to rest on your waist, his touch hot through the thin fabric of your dress. âYouâre sure you want to do this?â He asks, voice rumbling in his chest.Â
You nod, your hands slowly sliding up his arms, feeling the muscle hidden beneath his dress shirt. âYes.âÂ
His lips meet yours, beard tickling your skin as he kisses you. You let him lead, leaning into him as he pulls you closer against his chest. Heâs so warm, so firm under your hands as you grip his shoulders. His hand slides from your hip to your back, a gasp parting your lips as his calloused fingers touch the bare skin of your back. Goosebumps raise on your skin, a shiver running down your spine at his touch. He tilts his head, taking advantage of your parted lips to slip his tongue into your mouth.
He tastes like wine, a quiet sound leaving your throat as he pulls you tighter against him, pressing your body into his. You can feel all of him, the hard ridges, the strength in his body as he cages you in his arms. Your head is spinning, intoxicated purely by the smell and taste of him.Â
Something rumbles deep in his chest, your entire body shivering in response. Your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, your hips pressed flush against his. You can feel him, the bulge in his pants pressing against your stomach. Youâve been able to smell the musky tinge of arousal in his scent all evening, and you wonder how long heâs been hard. Has it been since he saw you? Or has he been thinking about this all day?Â
The thought thrills you, makes your omega preen in the back of your mind. You did this. Your alpha is all worked up because of you.Â
A whimper leaves your lips as his hand slips lower, smoothing over the curve of your ass. He mumbles a curse against your lips before they blaze a path down the line of your jaw to your neck. You tilt your head, bearing your throat for him. A low rumble of approval vibrates through his chest, his hand squeezing your ass. The sound has your omega practically belly up, the dampness between your thighs intensifying as your scent gets heavier in the air.Â
John groans against your throat, teeth nipping at your neck just over your scent gland. âSuch a good girl for me.â He groans, his hand on your ass guiding your hips to grind against his. âSuch a good omega.âÂ
You whine at the praise, hands blindly sliding down his chest to pull at the buttons of his shirt. Your fingers are trembling slightly from excitement, fumbling as you attempt to get his shirt off. You need to feel him, his skin against yours, the warmth of him pressed against you.Â
âEasy pup.â His voice rumbles against your throat, teeth nipping at the delicate skin before he pulls back, hands taking over to strip him of his button up and undershirt.Â
You lick your lips as his skin is revealed to you, your hand automatically lifting to touch him. You hesitate for a half a second but he makes no move to stop you. Your eyes trail over his form, over the many, many scars that decorate his skin like some kind of macabre painting. Lines and jagged slices, the telltale star shaped marks of bullet wounds. Cuts and nicks from knives or bullets, you canât tell the difference.Â
Your fingers settle on a rather large scar on his side, starting at the base of his ribs and curling around his side. Itâs an old scar, but the skin is still rough and uneven. Whatever had caused it, it took a chunk out of him. You donât want to think about it, about how every scar could have been a close call. How many times heâs been on the brink of death.Â
âIâll tell you about them later.â He says, taking your hand in his and lifting it to his lips. He kisses your fingertips, his beard tickling your skin. âTonight is about you.âÂ
He pulls you close again, leaning down to press his lips to yours. His hands are warm against your back as he wraps himself around you again, trapping your hands against his bare chest. Your nails dig into his skin as his hands sink lower, grabbing handfuls of your ass. He groans, sinking his teeth into your bottom lip. He presses you backwards, and you trust him to guide you until your legs hit the side of his bed.Â
âGonna be a good girl for me, yeah?â He growls, his voice rough around the edges as his alpha slips through.Â
âYes, alpha!â You gasp against his lips, your head tilting back in submission.Â
âAlways such a good omega for me.â He praises you, teeth nipping at your throat. âGood omegas kneel for their alphas.â He says, pushing you backwards so you plop down on his bed. âBut a good alpha,â He slowly lowers himself before you, dropping to one knee, then the other as his hands wrap around your ankles. âKneels for his omega.â
Your face warms as you stare down at him, unable to do anything but watch as his hands make quick work of your shoes, setting them neatly beside the bed. His skin is rough against yours as his hands drag up your legs, slowly parting them. He moves himself closer, kneeling between your parted thighs. His beard scratches the sensitive skin of your inner thigh as he reaches up, pushing on your stomach until you're laying flat on his bed. He can see up your skirt now, and you're silently glad for the lacy panties Johnny had insisted on.Â
âDo you trust me?â His lips brush your inner thigh as his hands pause just at the hem of your skirt where it's ridden up almost to your hips.Â
âYes, alpha.â You say, lifting your head to stare down at him.Â
He meets your gaze as he presses a kiss to your inner thigh, his hands continuing to press upwards until your dress is hiked around your waist. Your heart is fluttering rapidly in your chest as you stare down at him, his gaze leaving your eyes to stare at the soaked lace barely covering your most private parts.Â
His hands leave your hips to curl around the lace, giving it a sharp tug. The fabric snaps easily, the shreds falling to the floor. Your lip part as you stare at him in shock. Â
âI'll buy you a new pair.â He says, his hands gripping your thighs to pull them further apart.Â
The cool air in the room hits your slicked folds, making you shudder. He's barely touched you and already you can feel how slick you are. His lips press against your inner thigh again, blazing a path upwards. His gaze meets yours again as his hands shift to grip your hips, adjusting your position on the bed before he leans in, dragging his tongue through your folds.Â
You gasp at the foreign sensation, your thighs pressing against his broad shoulders. His mouth is warm as it closes over your pussy, his tongue licking another slow stripe up your folds until he reaches the spot that has your inhale turning into a gasp.Â
He focuses his attention there, dragging slow lines across your clit with his tongue. You let your arms give out, laying flat on the bed again. Little whimpers leave your lips as he teases your clit, your thighs already trembling. Itâs been so long since youâve touched yourself. Not since before you left the institute four months ago.Â
You donât last very long.Â
Your thighs squeeze around his shoulders as your orgasm is ripped from you suddenly. You let out a cry thatâs probably too loud, but you donât care who could have heard you as your back arches off the bed, pressing your hips closer to Johnâs face. His hands hold your thighs, keeping you still as his tongue continues to tease your clit, working you through your orgasm.Â
Itâs not until youâre writhing in his grasp, letting out little whimpers that he relents, lifting his face from between your thighs. His beard is shiny with your juices, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. Itâs obscene and yet, it has heat pulsing straight between your legs again. He lets out a chuckle, the scent of your arousal washing over him.Â
âFuckin sweet as sugar, love.â He says as he pushes himself up from between your legs, his body folding over yours on the bed.Â
His face presses into your neck, inhaling deeply. Your pussy flutters at the thought of him claiming you now, sinking his teeth into your skin to mark you as his forever. He could. It would be so easy for him to do it. His tongue laves over the skin covering your scent gland, a shiver running through you. Your arms wrap around him, holding him against you as your scents mingle, musky with arousal.Â
âAlpha...â You whine, your hips pressing up against the bulge in his pants. Heâs fully hard now, the fabric of his pants providing delicious friction against your folds.Â
He shushes you, pressing a kiss to your throat before he pushes himself up over you. âSoon, love.â He says, moving until heâs standing in front of you. âThink youâre a bit overdressed still.âÂ
Your eyes dart down to his pants. âSo are you.âÂ
He smirks, his hands dropping to your waist, slowly pushing your dress up higher. You let him slip it over your head, lifting your arms to help him. Youâre bare before him, warmth spreading through your veins as he stares down at you. Your hands lift, coming to rest on his thighs. You can feel the muscle through the fabric, the strength of him beneath your hands. How easily he could take control, pin you down and take what he wants with little regard for you or your pleasure. How easily he could hurt you, snap your bones like theyâre toothpicks, bruise and batter your body without even straining a muscle.Â
Yet he stands here, patiently watching as your hands move closer and closer to the prominent bulge in his fitted pants. He doesnât even twitch as your hand cups his hard length, your breath stuttering at the sheer size of him. Heâs big like most alphas are, or so youâve heard.Â
His eyes stare into you as you undo his belt, popping the button on his pants open. He finally moves as you pull down the zipper, helping you tug his pants and briefs down. His cock stands at attention, almost as stiff as he is. You stare at his veiny cock with wide eyes, the tip flushed almost red with how hard he is.Â
âChrist.â You breathe, staring at him in awe.Â
You did that.Â
âEasy, love.â He says, leaning down to wrap an arm around your waist. âI said tonight was about you.âÂ
He moves you so youâre laid out on the bed, your head hitting his pillow. The scent of him floods your nose as he joins you on the bed, the frame creaking as he kneels between your legs. Nerves twist in your stomach as you continue to stare at his cock bobbing between his thighs as he runs his hands along your legs. Itâs going to hurt, you know that. It suddenly seems daunting, this request. At least during your heat youâd be so out of it with need you wouldnât really feel anything. And youâd have plenty of slick to help.Â
âNone of that.â He says, squeezing your thighs gently. âI told you Iâd take care of you.âÂ
You nod, swallowing thickly.Â
âWeâve got more work to do before we reach that point. Iâm not just going to stuff my cock into you like some needy pup.â He stares at you. âYou tell me and Iâll stop, alright?âÂ
You nod again. âYes, alpha.âÂ
Your breath hitches as his hands reach the junction of your thighs, one moving to your stomach, the other dragging through your folds, gathering your wetness on his fingers. Theyâre so much thicker than your own, your pussy clenching as he presses against the entrance.Â
âRelax for me, love.â He says, rubbing gentle circles on your stomach with his thumb.Â
His finger presses into you and your lips part at the intrusion. You clamp tight around his finger, making him groan.Â
âEasy.â He says, his thumb moving to circle your clit.Â
A breathy whine leaves your lips as his finger presses deeper into you, reaching further than you ever could. Your hand reaches up to thread through his hair, letting the short cropped strands slide through your fingers. Itâs softer than you imagined, though you expect he too had spent the afternoon preparing for tonight as well. The mental image of him lathering himself in moisturizer would have made you laugh if his finger hadnât brushed against a spot inside you that has your hips lifting off the bed.Â
He leans down, lips blazing a path up your stomach, between your breasts to your throat. He swallows your moans as he works you open with his fingers, the lewd sound of his fingers thrusting into your wet pussy only adding to the pleasure coursing through you. You can feel it building within you, heat burning through your veins. Price groans against your lips as your nails scratch his scalp, his cock leaking against your thigh. You want him, need him inside of you. You need to feel him, you need to be close to him.Â
âAlpha, please.â You whimper, tugging at his hair.Â
He stares down at you, eyes blown with lust. âPlease, what?âÂ
âNeed you.â You whimper, grinding against his hand. âPlease, sir.âÂ
Price closes his eyes, letting out a groan. His cock twitches against your thigh, his fingers slipping from you. He breathes out a curse, shifting to open his nightstand. He pulls out a bottle of lube, sitting back on his knees to squirt some into his hand. Youâre plenty slick, but you watch as he rubs the lube on his cock, tossing the bottle back into the open drawer.Â
He kneels between your thighs again, staring down at you as one of his hands comes to rest on your hip. You feel intoxicated, your head spinning from the intensity of his scent around you and the knowledge of whatâs about to happen.Â
Price folds his body over yours again, the head of his cock brushing your folds. You moan into his mouth as he kisses you, parting your thighs further for him as his tip catches on your opening. Your hands grip his shoulders as he presses into you, the stretch stinging a bit as he works you open. This is it. Thereâs no going back now.Â
You donât want to.Â
You whimper quietly as he pushes into you, nails biting into his skin. Itâs too much, yet you canât get enough of it as he sinks further in. You let out a shaky breath as he pulls away from your lips staring down at your face.Â
âAlright?â He asks, stilling where he is.Â
You nod. âJust need a moment. Youâre really big.âÂ
His lips twitch up into a smile, a pleased growl rumbling through his chest. âDonât start talking like that, love.â He says, leaning down to press kisses to your face.Â
âOr what?â You ask, your nails digging harder into his skin.Â
âI might not be able to control myself.â He growls, his alpha slipping out around the edges of his voice.Â
Your pussy clenches at his words, walls clamping down around him. He lets out another growl, hiking your leg up over his hip. It forces him deeper into you, your breath catching at the feeling of him spreading you open.Â
âFuck,â You breathe, rocking your hips to take him even deeper into you.Â
Johnâs arms frame your head as he presses his body against yours. Your arms slip around his back, legs locking around his waist as he begins to move slowly, working himself deeper and deeper into you until heâs pressed flush against you. He stills for a moment, pressing his forehead to yours as you both breathe. Youâre trembling just slightly, overwhelmed with being so close to him, to your alpha. The pain and discomfort is gone, replaced by burning heat as desire pulses through your veins.Â
âPlease, alpha.â You whimper.Â
He shushes you, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. âIâve got you, omega.âÂ
Your skin is slick with sweat already as he begins to rock his hips into you. Your hands press into his back, feeling the muscles shift and flex as he moves. It feels good, the friction of your bodies, the way he stretches you open with every thrust. Your head is spinning with pleasure at the thought of being so close to another person, being so connected with someone else.Â
Not just someone else, with your alpha.Â
The wet squelch of your pussy as he thrusts into you is loud, the mattress creaking as he picks up speed. Youâre trembling, your thighs squeezing around his hips as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge. Youâre not sure how heâs lasted this long, especially without any sort of release for himself yet tonight.Â
Perhaps it was the training he spoke about earlier.
Youâre not sure how he manages it. You couldnât have that kind of control. Not after this. Not after knowing how good it can feel, how good he can make you feel.Â
âFucking feel so good.â He grunts, his breath fanning her ear. His own skin is slicked with sweat, muscles twitching under her hands. âSo fucking tight and warm.âÂ
âJohn!â You gasp, digging your fingers into his shoulder blades as he picks up the pace even more, his hips snapping against yours.Â
âGonna cum for me? Gonna cum like a good omega? Need you to cum for me.â He grunts, staring down at you.Â
You let out a whine, arching against him as you seek your second high of the night. His cock brushes that spot inside of you, stars nearly erupting behind your eyes.Â
âRight there.â You gasp, thighs shaking around his hips. âFuck, right there!âÂ
Youâre being loud but you donât care, nails dragging down his back as he focuses his thrusts right at that spot inside you. You cum with a cry, pussy squeezing around him. He lets out a loud groan, his hips stilling as he twitches inside you. His muscles go lax, his body falling on top of yours. He manages to keep himself from squishing you beneath him, his face pressing against your neck.Â
The smell of sex, arousal, sweat, and your own combined scents are heavy in the air. Youâre shaking, still wrapped tightly around John as he lays on top of you. Heâs breathing heavily, warm breaths fanning against your neck. You donât want to move, your mind buzzing with the aftershocks of your orgasm still.Â
âAlright?â He murmurs, lips pressing a gentle kiss against your throat.Â
You nod, slowly unwinding yourself from around him. âYeah. âM good.âÂ
âFucking Christ, a man could get addicted to that.â He says, lifting his face from your neck. âSweet little omega.âÂ
Your face warms more than it already feels, and you lean into his touch as his fingers brush your cheek.Â
âLet me go get something to clean this mess up with.â He says, pushing himself up so heâs kneeling.Â
You canât help but giggle as his joints pop and he lets out a groan at the effort. âNeed a break, old man.âÂ
His eyes flash playfully, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. âGoing with the old man insults again, huh?âÂ
You give him a look. âYouâre the one grunting while getting up.âÂ
You let out a surprised yelp as he brings his hand down on your thigh, the skin tingling as he gets up. âIâll show you old man.â He murmurs as he heads for his en suite.Â
You bite your lip as you begin to feel his release slipping out of you, the feeling causing desire to stir in your stomach once more.Â
John tsks as he comes back, wiping the mess between your thighs. âNeedy little thing.â He practically purrs, stepping away to toss the rag into the bathroom sink before he returns, climbing back onto the bed.
You press as close to him as you can, nuzzling into his neck. Your limbs are still twitching a bit, your mind buzzing from the aftermath of what had just transpired. John wraps his arms around you, holding you close to his chest. You press a gentle kiss to his neck, earning a rumble in response. Your own rumble starts up as you purr contently, tossing a leg over his hip to allow you to get as close to him as possible.Â
He huffs out a laugh, pressing a kiss to your forehead. âComfortable?âÂ
You purr louder in response, sleep beginning to fog the corners of your mind.Â
âGood girl.â He says, pressing another kiss to your head. âSleep. Alphaâs got you.â
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svt calling you "my girl" | ot13
đđ theme: fluff đđ pairing: svt x fem!reader
đđ§¸ŕžŕ˝˛ choi seungcheol
does cheol call you âmy girlâ just because itâs cute, or does he have a hidden motive behind it? of course, itâs technically very romantic to add the âmyâ, but letâs remember choi seungcheol is a slightly possessive and overprotective partner. not in like a toxic way, no no, but cheol has his moments, and if he could, heâd announce it to the whole world that you were his and his only. itâs also very reassuring for him to be able to call you that, itâs like his heart fills with even more love as he introduces you as âhis girlâ (if youâd ever call him âmy manâ cheol would pass out).
đđ§¸ŕžŕ˝˛ yoon jeonghan
a part of him does it to tease you and see you blush, because heâs very much aware of how his words affect you. but as much as he does it to get a reaction out of you, hannie just loves how the âmy girlâ sounds. yeah, sheâs mine - and that makes him so so fluffy and just đĽ°. bonus points if he uses the âmy girlâ if heâs slightly jealous. the way he says the words so nonchalantly while having his arm wrapped around you is just chefs kiss.
đđ§¸ŕžŕ˝˛ joshua hong
iâll go a step further and say that shua calls you âmy darlingâ or âmy loveâ. he strikes me as someone whoâs really into those type of pet names (especially darling), and come on, thatâs so him. very endearing, very gentlemen-y, very old fashioned yet romantic. he doesnât pay much attention to it anymore - calling you pet names with âmyâ before is like breathing for him, but it never fails to turn your legs into jelly when he does so. itâs just so⌠ugh. the âmyâ beforehand makes everything so much more intimate and romantic.
đđ§¸ŕžŕ˝˛ wen junhui
jun doesn't call you "my girl" that often, and definitely not in front of people he doesn't know, mainly because of his shyness. but the beautiful thing is - jun doesn't have to say anything for you to know that you are his and he is yours. he calls you âmy girlâ silently, in a way that only you can hear and understand, and thatâs more important for jun - for you to know, he doesnât need anyone else to hear it.
đđ§¸ŕžŕ˝˛ kwon soonyoung
oh, soonyoung is PROUD and LOUD with his âmy girlâ. thereâs nothing that could stop this man from announcing to literally everyone in the room that youâre his girlfriend (like - okay, we get it). though that mostly happens when heâs around people he knows or is at least acquaintances with, because hoshi is still our shy introvert at times. still, he makes sure to mention at least once that âoh, thatâs my girlâ. soonyoung canât help himself.
đđ§¸ŕžŕ˝˛ jeon wonwoo
wonwoo saying âmy girlâ is so endearing and entertaining at the same time. endearing because hello? being called âmy girlâ by the jeon wonwoo is everything you couldâve ever asked for. entertaining because wonwoo gets so red after he realises what he had just said. essentially, wonwoo says before he thinks, itâs like his brain quietly whispers âsay it, say it, say itâ, and well - he has no other choice but to do it. and that results in a very shy and very red jeon wonwoo.
đđ§¸ŕžŕ˝˛ lee jihoon
jihoon as we know is not the most affectionate person out there and prefers to express his love through actions not words, BUT that doesn't mean you will never hear the words "my girl" from him. he definitely doesn't throw his words to the wind, so if jihoon says "my girl" he means "my girl". he especially likes to call you that when he sees that someone is too close to you for his liking, it's the perfect way to say "stay away" without coming off as overprotective or possessive.
đđ§¸ŕžŕ˝˛ lee seokmin
seokmin is filled with so much love, so it's no wonder that the words "my girl" are common in your relationship. sometimes you feel like your boyfriend has forgotten your name, because unless he's mad at you, he calls you by some pet name. and even though he doesn't use "my girl" as often as "baby" or "honey", you know that these words are even more affectionate than anything else.
đđ§¸ŕžŕ˝˛ kim mingyu
itâs so obvious for gyu to address you as âhis girlâ because⌠you are his, so? how otherwise should he call you? âmy girlâ is so normal for mingyu, like - if he spots you in a crowd of people he immediately goes: âthereâs my girlâ, or if heâs talking about your plans for the weekend he naturally says: âoh, my girl and i are going out of townâ. you always die for a second when you hear those words come out of his mouth, because the way he says them so effortlessly is so *smashing the keyboard*. but hearing that also makes you feel so confident, like yeah, i pulled him and heâs mine :)
đđ§¸ŕžŕ˝˛ xu minghao
another one that iâm sure would adore calling you âmy love.â donât get me wrong - âmy girlâ is fine as well, but for hao, whoâs not the most out there with his physical touch and affection, âmy loveâ is the perfect way to show you the love and adoration he has for you. itâs also so romantic, and cute (sometimes he finds the âbabeâ and âbabyâ a bit cringe). bonus points for calling you âmy + chinese pet nameâ because that happens often as well.
đđ§¸ŕžŕ˝˛ boo seungkwan
boo would love the idea of calling you âmy girlâ to tease you BUT in reality he gets so so shy and blushy (bonus points if he stutters), because come on⌠MY girl (infinite heart eyes), especially if heâs with people he doesnât know that well. imagine his lil smile and blushy cheeks when he introduces you âoh yeah, and thatâs my girlâ. hello??? can we get married already??? itâs honestly very endearing, and the boys love to tease seungkwan for that. Â
đđ§¸ŕžŕ˝˛ vernon chwe
he does it so casually that many people donât catch the endearment in his voice, which to you and anyone that knows him is so so noticeable. vernon doesnât call you âmy girlâ that often, but itâs only because itâs the highest form of affection for him, so he prefers to use it rarely but put all of his emotions into it when he does.
đđ§¸ŕžŕ˝˛ lee chan
he does it unconsciously, thereâs no single thought in his mind when he calls you âmy girlâ. if someone was to ask him âwhy do you call her that?â chan would be like âlike what?â (very confused puppy expression). the words âmy girlâ come so easily for him, itâs so natural which makes it even more endearing. besides, chan is a big big simp, and he loves you so much that he does not see another option but to call you âmy girlâ.
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What if reader's friends convince her to go on a date with another guy, and this guy is an absolute jerk? I think reader would call Eddie and ask her to come pick her up - why is every guy an asshole? Except Eddie of course đ¤
ty for requesting :D â grumpy!eddie rescues you from a bad date then offers to take you on a better one (friends to lovers, hurt/comfort ish | 1k)
bug's summer fic fest (â ęâ á´â ęâ )
The sunset matches the color of your Slurpee. A fiery red and orange hue, like the mango and strawberry concoction in your cup. You sip from the plastic straw and pretend to taste the sky in your mouth â pretending not to notice the pounding bass of Eddieâs van as he peals into the parking lot.Â
You sit on the curb and keep your eyes trained on the cracked pavement under your feet. All cool. Like you hadnât called him for help at all.
âYou couldâve been more specific about where you were, you know?â Eddie shouts, punctuating his question with the slam of the car door. His worn sneakers scuff the concrete with each of his rushed strides. Youâd almost think he was actually worried about you.
âI told you I was at the payphone by the Seven-Eleven,â you shrug, tilting your chin to look up at the boy when he stands ahead of you.
âThereâs four of those,â he argues, with his lanky figure looming over you. He pushes his leather jacket off his sides (which he wears in spite of the summer heat) to put his hands on his hips. âSeriously. I counted âem all in the half hour it took me to find you.â
You squint up at him, hardly apologetic after the shit day youâve had. âWell, sorry for not being more clear,â you spit in a cynical monotone.
âApology accepted,â Eddie shrugs. He huffs and sits on the curb next to you while you slurp audibly at the slushie in your fist. He leans over to knock your shoulders with his. âWhat happened?â
âI donât wanna talk about it.â
âFigured⌠Can I have some, at least?â
Heâs only partly surprised when you hand over the drink without protest. He takes it in his ringed fist, looks inside to observe its content, then sips at the red straw (trying to ignore the nagging thought that your lips have been where his are now). The strawberry-mango mixture melts quickly on his tongue, foreign and sweet. ââS nice.â
You scoff like youâre owed the compliment. âRight? I let Josh try some earlier, and he said it tasted like shit. I was like, you know what, this is my final fucking straw.â
Eddieâs face screws. He wipes dramatically at his mouth with the back of his hand, hopelessly trying to erase the other assholeâs DNA. âAre you serious?â he mumbles, all annoyed âcause you hadnât thought to warn him beforehand. You donât seem to understand his meaning, though, as you shrug lazily in response.
âWell, him trying to feel me up in his car was my actual final straw. But then he hated my all-time favorite Slurpee, and I didnât even want to look at him anymore. I just told him to leave me here.â
The only thing Eddie hates more than putting his mouth where Joshâs has been â other than the thought of Josh taking you on a date at all â is the idea of Josh not treating you right. His chest burns with a withheld rage.
âAre you talking about fucking Josh O.?â he scoffs and passes the styrofoam cup back to you. âLike, the moron from Mr. Mundyâs, Josh O.? Thatâs who Steve set you up with?â
âUnfortunately,â you grumble and take another sip, more casual about the subtle spit-swapping than the boy beside you had been.
âHe was basically setting you up for failure, then. You know that, right?â
âI just wanted a free meal,â you confess quietly.
Eddie squints. His eyes flit from your profile, to your fidgeting hand punching holes in the ice with your straw, and back to your profile again. âWell, did you get one?â
âYep. We split one burger at the diner.â
A laugh sputters from his pink mouth.
Your head whips to glare at him. âItâs not funny.â
Eddie props his elbow on his knee to hide his smile behind his ringed hand. âI mean⌠It kinda is, though. âCause even I could buy two meals for us, and Iâm basically the brokest fucker in this town.â
âAre you offering?â
His brows pinch. âOffering what?â
âTo buy me a burger,â you say in a mousy voice, pretending to be innocent as you peer at him beneath your lashes, all doe-eyed.
âWhat?â Eddie scoffs through the sparkling in his chest. As a self-proclaimed metalhead, there was absolutely nothing metal about confessing to stupid crushes. âNo.â
âWell, it sounds a lot like youâre offering,â you tease before wrapping your lips around the straw of your drink.
âWell, this sounds a lot like talking for someone who doesnât wanna talk about it,â he mocks.
Your eyes narrow in annoyance. You part from your Slurpee and mumble through the ice on your tongue. âI wasted my quarters on you,â you deadpan.
Eddie rolls his eyes. He rises from the curb with a huff, wincing at the distant ache in his long legs. âCâmon, weirdo. Letâs go,â he urges, towering over you again.
You shake your head, gaze averted, suddenly shy. âIâm okay here.â
âLetâs go.â
âIâm serious, Eds. I donât feel like going home right nowââ
âIâm not taking you home,â he scoffs like itâs obvious. Your eyes flit back to his, suddenly hopeful again, and he tries not to cower. âIâm taking you to the diner. So I can get you a real meal.â
You seem particularly moved by the uncharacteristic act of kindness. âReally?â
âYes, reallyâ I donât want you to starve to death,â he grouses, feigning annoyance âcause itâs easier than facing his real feelings in the face. âNow, letâs go before I change my mind.â
He walks off ahead of you on long legs, leaving you behind to catch up. But, because he isnât a total asshole, he opens the squeaking passenger side door for you.
âCan I get a milkshake, too?â you wonder with a scrunched nose, helping yourself onto the cracked pleather seat.
âDonât push it,â Eddie squints. He goes to shut the door, then catches the pretty pout pinching your features. âFine,â he groans before slamming it shut.
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Kinktober Day 2 - Voyeurism
Ghost x Soap x F!Reader - 2.3k (on ao3)
summary: Ghost enlists you to help him give his pup a good show. (Soap's POV)
cw: dom!ghost, puppy play, man in a dog cage, consensual but surprise voyeurism (for you), cock cage, ring gag
âStay,â Ghost ordered, voice pitched low and quiet, the same way he talks over the comms. Johnnyâs reaction is immediate, shoulders relaxing as he sinks back on his haunches in the dog crate Simon had locked him in. âQuiet now, hear? Donât want you scarinâ off the bird.â
Johnny nods, carefully keeping his expression flat instead of annoyed, the wide o-ring gag making it so that even the slightest sound he makes will be impossible to muffle. This is his least favorite part of the punishment â Johnny's vocal, loves being vocal, but Simon loves to make him really struggle when he's in trouble. There hasn't been a punishment yet where Simon hasn't either gagged him or gotten mean about any noise he makes ungagged.Â
(It would be easier to hate if Simon's mean didn't make Johnny melt, make his cock rock hard and leaky, but Johnny's not really in denial about what he is - being a slut usually gets him fucked until he's seeing stars, and it's even better if Ghost whips his ass raw beforehand.)
Ghost gives him another long, assessing look, and Johnny just barely holds himself back from shifting and earning himself even more discomfort before the fun can start. A moment later Ghost steps away, one last donât fuck with me look sent to Johnny before he steps to open the door.Â
Youâd arrived several minutes ago but hadnât been let in. Johnnyâs sure Simon made up some flimsy excuse to keep you out while he trussed him up in his gear, but heâd been a bit preoccupied with getting his cock crammed into a tight cage to really care.
He can just catch a glimpse of you when Ghost opens the door, a long expanse of bare legs and a skirt that canât possibly cover your ass, and already heâs struggling not to groan and get himself in trouble before anything even starts.
âSorry,â Ghost grunts as he gestures you in, and Soap feels a flash of surprise at an actual apology from his Lt. âHad to crate the dog.â
âOh, thatâs no problem,â you say, voice soft and lovely and God Johnny just knows heâs going to be miserable for the foreseeable future. âBut, will he- be in the room?â
Ghost snorts, and Johnny shifts on his knees, lacing his fingers through the wires of his crate.Â
âSure will,â Ghost says, closing and locking the door behind him as you shed your jacket. âHe likes the show.â
Johnny can see the way your nose crinkles from where he is, a flash of disgust clear as day on your face as you turn back towards Ghost. âExcuse meâ?â
Simon doesnât bother answering, just jerks his head towards where Johnnyâs cage is just barely visible through the open bedroom door.
Your face is still creased in disgust when you turn to follow Ghostâs line of sight, and Johnny just barely manages to bite back a moan as he gets a front-row seat to realization setting in for you. Your expression flips quickly from disgust, to shock, to confusion, to interest, flipping back and forth again and again before you settle on what seems to be tentative interest.
âHeâs a noisy thing,â Ghost says, stepping up behind you and resting his hands low on your hips. âI told him to keep his trap shut, but well...â
You swallow, and Johnny can see the way your throat moves with the action, mimicking you unconsciously as best he can. You hesitate for a moment, standing on a precipice as Ghost feels you up and Johnny waits for your verdict.
âNot exactly fair, is it?â You finally say, leaning into the behemoth at your back. âWith that thing in his mouth?â
The smirk on Simonâs face makes Johnnyâs cock twitch in the cage, and the slightest sliver of a whine eeks out of his throat. He squeezes hard around the plug in his ass, breath hitching when that just makes him even needier.
âHe deserves it.â Simon noses at your throat, mouth pressed against your skin. âChewed up my boots when I was at work.â
It's an obvious lie, but you laugh and Johnny canât stop the whine this time, leaning forward into the bars and wishing desperately that you werenât so far away. The metal is cool against his flushed skin and he pants through the gag.
âPoor thing,â you coo, sighing as Simon does something to your neck that Johnny canât quite see. âHe was probably just lonely.â
Ghost makes a low sound of doubt, and if Johnnyâs cock were free heâd be harder than diamond, heâs sure of it.
âStill, he knows he broke the rules,â Simon rumbles, and the two of you start moving forward, his big paws on your hips guiding you just where he wants you. âThis is his punishment.â
You giggle when Ghost starts truly manhandling you, pulling your sweater off with little care for how you get tangled up in it and yanking at your bra with the same level of care. âWhat, watching us?â
Ghost hums an affirmative, and when you glance over at him and wink, Johnny moans. He can feel the drool dripping down his chin when you bend at the waist, pulling your skirt down and leaving yourself fully bared to the room.
Fuck, youâre not wearing any panties. The image of you walking to their apartment in a skirt thatâs borderline indecent with nothing covering youâŚÂ
Johnnyâs hardly aware of the whines coming from him, doesnât manage to get control of himself until Ghost slams a hand on top of his crate and jolts him back into reality.
âThe hell did I say, huh?â He asks, scowling. Youâre already sitting on the bed, legs crossed all prim and proper and oh Johnny canât wait to see you ravaged. âYou even listeninâ to me, mutt?â
Johnny jerks his attention back up to Ghost, eyes wide and pleading as he nods, letting his hands fall from the cage to his lap and hunching his shoulders to make himself look as rueful as possible. Simon is blatantly unimpressed, eyebrow cocked.Â
âDonât give me that look. I told you quiet, and youâre over here yippinâ and barkinâ.â
Johnny wants to glare and say thatâs not true ye fuckinâ arsehole, I cannae even move my damn lips but he also wants his cock free from the cage keeping him soft, wants the plug in his ass to be a cock, so he gathers all his self control and ducks his head, silent and begging for mercy.
Simon gives it to him for once, giving in far more quickly than he usually would. Johnny attributes it to your presence and your cunt waiting for him on the bed, and looks at you from beneath his lashes with what he hopes is clear appreciation.
Ghost gives him one last look. âDonât make me tell you again,â he says, before turning towards you on the bed. Johnny gets a fantastic view of him pulling his shirt off by the neckline, and hears the distinct sound of his belt being undone just a moment later.
His first test at keeping himself quiet comes when Simon drops his pants and leans over you, and Johnny realizes that he can hardly see a bit of your skin. Ghostâs got his back to the crate, and the bastardâs massive enough that he nearly swallows your form whole, leaving just your calves and feet visible when they wrap around his thighs.
Johnny lets his tongue rest on his bottom lip, panting loudly to try and ease the urge to whine and beg until you could be shifted to the side so he can see.Â
His patience, as thin as it is, is rewarded just a moment later when Ghost picks you up by the thighs and all but throws you to the side. You squeal at the rough manhandling, laughing as he settles himself over you again. Ghost quickly kisses you, swallowing any more sounds you might make, and buries one of his hands between your thighs.Â
There are words shared between the two of you that Johnny canât quite hear, and the jealousy simmers deep in his gut. He can practically feel your lips on his, or Simonâs, wants nothing more than to be freed from both his cages and allowed to worm his way between your bodies. He's already stretched and prepped, he knows he'd be able to fuck you just seconds after the cage would come off.
But Ghost doesnât come to free him, he just kicks his jeans fully off and strokes his cock above your stomach.
âFuck,â you groan, loud enough for Johnny to hear now. You're squirmy beneath Simon, pushing yourself up against him and trying to hold him close with your legs. âIâm not sure itâll fit.â
âIt will,â Ghost says simply, unshakable confidence in his voice as he holds himself above you, lining his cockhead up with your hole. He goes at his own pace, all your pushing and pulling doing nothing.
Johnny canât hold back his whine when he realizes he wonât be able to see, is stuck with just the sight of your face twisted in ecstasy as Simon steadily fills you. He wants to see Simon's cock disappear steadily, wants to see the rim of your hole squeeze him tightly and watch as slick drips down to your ass. He wants it so badly he could cry.
Youâre quickly reduced to nothing more than the same pathetic sounds Johnny is stuck making, raking your nails down Simonâs back as he gives you no time to adjust to what Johnny knows is a nearly impossible stretch.
Your chest heaves, your breaths loud, and Simon quickly sets a pace that fucks any hope of speech away from you, keeping you soft and desperate beneath him. The sight of Simonâs powerful body moving over you has Johnny squirming, thankful that youâre loud enough to cover the noises he canât keep in. Â
âSee?â Ghost grunts, hips snapping against yours. âFits like a glove, bird.â
âF-full,â you gasp, smacking him on the back as he bullies his cock into you again and again, your legs kicking out on instinct as you're overwhelmed by him.
âDamn right,â Ghost says, and Johnny wants to be you so badly right now that he can hardly breathe, eyes welling up with tears as he watches the two of you. Drool drips from his tongue in a steady stream, mouth watering at the show before him and the music youâre making. He wants to beg and plead, to insist that he can be good, that heâll listen if Ghost just lets him out for a turn.
His cock aches in its metal prison, hole pulsing around the plug keeping him spread, and the first few tears drip down his cheeks. He wraps his fingers in the crate bars so that he wonât pry the cock cage off himself.Â
âSimon, Simon!â You cry, voice shrill as youâre chased towards a peak Johnny knows you're desperate for. âRight there, right there, right there, please!â
âYouâre louderân he is,â Ghost grunts, but he listens, fucking you even more roughly and wrapping an arm around your shoulders to keep you in place. âGonna come on my cock, pretty? Gonna soak the bed for me?â
âYes, yes!â
âDo it then.â He uses his free hand to twist one of your nipples, drawing a near-screech from you. Johnny canât see much, not with the way Simon drops onto you to put his full weight behind each thrust, your body hidden beneath his. The two of you just become naked bodies pressed against one another, the rocking of Ghostâs hips the only true movement he can see.
Youâre loud when you orgasm, and Johnny moans along with you, the sight of your blissed-out expression only driving his need higher and higher.
Youâre limp beneath Ghost as he chases his own release in your cunt, your head rolling to the side so you can watch Johnny as Simon finishes himself off.
Ghost groans as he comes, burying his face in your neck as his thrusts slow. Johnny can practically feel the come in his own hole, wants something fucking him almost more than he even wants to come. The plug is nothing compared to Ghost's cock, he knows it, and he wants something to really make him burn nearly as much as he wants to get off.
Youâre boneless and relaxed on the bed in the aftermath, your only noise a small sound of discomfort when Simon pulls himself out of you a few long moments later. Your eyes donât fully close, though Johnny can tell they want to. Instead you keep your gaze trained on Johnnyâs tense form as he fights to keep himself sane in his cage.
He canât tear his eyes away from you as Ghost stands, finally able to see your fully naked form without anything else in the way. You spread your legs a bit for him, a silly smile playing at your lips, but the angle youâre at on the bed keeps Johnny from seeing your cunt.Â
Ghost doesnât make any attempt at being quiet when he unlocks the cage, key clanking loudly against the lock and the lock clanking loudly against the bars. Heâs just as brief with Johnnyâs gag, almost dismissive as he undoes the straps and tugs it off.
Only once his mouth is free does Johnny finally turn to look at him, forcing his eyes away from your enticing form but still staying obediently quiet.
Ghost has that sated look in his eye he only gets after truly satisfying fucks, and that spark of jealousy in Johnnyâs gut grows just a bit knowing he wasn't the one to put it there. Simon tilts his head when they make eye contact, and moves back from the cage enough to make it clear he wants Johnny out.
âGo get your treat, boy,â he says as Johnny shifts forward, staying on his hands and knees and whimpering when the plug shifts inside of him. âYou took your punishment well.â
Johnny licks his lips as he turns and gets his first true look at your cunt, well-fucked and dripping slick. He licks his lips as he shifts forward, cock-cage easily forgotten when he gets his first taste of you.
#john soap mactavish x reader#ghoap x reader#bo writes#soap mactavish x reader#soap mactavish#soap mactavish x you#john soap mactavish x you#johnny soap mactavish#Johnny soap mactavish x reader#Johnny soap mactavish x you#cod x reader#kinktober day 2#cod fanfic#call of duty fanfic#john soap mactavish#kinktober 2024#kinktober
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I just know you - c.hs
synopsis: you take the day to be quiet and distant, but your boyfriend doesn't really seem to notice.
pairing: vernon x gn reader
wc: 1k; super short, really just for the vibes
genre/aus: fluff; estabilished relationship
warnings: none at all lol; vernon is really a simp and reader is a little childish.
"So... you haven't even noticed, right?" you cross your arms, leaning against the wall while giving the most cynical look at your boyfriend sitting at the sofa.
Vernon takes off his headphones clumsily with a confused look on his face, turning to look at you with his eyebrows knit-together.
"Sorry, what?" that's all he says. You almost roll your eyes, offended. You haven't gotten off your bedroom almost all day, so he should at least be worried...right?
But Vernon apparentely was way too off to notice anything. Ever since you woke up, passing through him in the living room only once to get to the kitchen and drink some water, he's been the same: lying there with headphones on while watching something on his ipad.
"I haven't talked to you all day. And you didn't even notice it." You blurt out, coughing after you made your effort to speak.
"Well...I figured you'd have a sore throat after the karaoke you went to yesterday with your friends." He shrug his shoulders, tensing them right afterwards. "Wait...is there another reason? Did I do something?"
You freeze. That's precisely the reason you've been quiet in your room all day. But how did he figure that all by himself?
Actually, you have been enjoying some lazy time to yourself. You woke up with a dry throat and you just knew your day was over, so all you could do ever since then was laying, watching TV, drinking water and staying as quiet as possible not to worsen your condition. At some point, you were even mentally thanking your boyfriend for being so low-maintenance and not getting out of the couch to make you questions or picking up conversation, because you knew you couldn't resist his big brown eyes and would end up talking to him all afternoon. However, after some reflection, you were also wondering why the hell would he think it was normal for you two to spend the whole day going non-verbal. You missed him, and you wanted him to annoyingly make you speak even though you couldn't for being almost voiceless and incredibly tired.
He didn't even notice you were silent all day. He didn't miss you like you missed him - at least that's what you thought, and these thoughts made you march to him pissed off and slightly upset, with a frown and a big pout on your face - all which slowly melted at his confession.
"B-but you didn't even check on me..." You purred, still a little sulky. Vernon just raised his eyebrows, seeming a bit lost.
"I just thought you'd like to rest."
You take a deep breath. Okay. Your boyfriend is, indeed, considerate - which makes your heart flutter a little - but you had somewhat a pride on you, and even though you were speechless - both by your physical conditions and his cute demeanor - you couldn't let him win that easily.
"You...you could've offered me some medicine. Or mint drops. Why didn't you offer me mint drops?" You really had to invent something to complain about at this point, like a child, because he just left you so mesmerized.
"But they're in your bed stand. I bought some in the morning when I was at the grocery shop." Vernon clarifies, smiling a little and your hearts stops for a moment. He's the cutest, and I'm stupid.
You stop for a while, not knowing what to say next.
"...So, you're not upset that I didn't talk or approach you?"
Vernon shakes his head.
"And you didn't mind that I was in my room all day resting?"
He repeats the gesture, pouting a little.
"I don't get it..." You cough. "You knew all of this beforehand, and you didn't even get mad that I didn't talk to you all day!? You just let me be because that was exactly what I wanted? It makes no sense! Wow, you must really-" You raise your voice out of surprise, but it fails in the middle of your monologue, causing you to cough really hard and your throat to hurt quite a lot.
"Hey, you shouldn't force it, babe." Vernon warns carefully, moving a little on the sofa to look at you better. "What was it?"
You grab the closest notebook at the coffee table and a pen, starting to write what you were going to tell him before you got cut out by your own malfunctioning throat.
"Wow, you must really like me then" Your caligraphy spells. Vernon tightens his eyes as he approaches to read the paper in your hands better, and when he's finished, he throws you a shy smile.
"I'd say a fair amount." He shrugs his shoulders, playfully, watching you roll your eyes at him. "Fine, let's get you to bed then. I'll be by your side since you miss me so much and can't stand a whole day without my company. Just remember not to talk, darling."
Vernon motions to stand up, but you stop him before he does it, writing once again on the notebook before showing it to him.
"And how did you know I was voiceless?"
"Well, last night when you arrived and was telling me about the karaoke and how much you had fun, your voice sounded a little odd, so I just figured it would be even worse by today."
"You're really that attentive!?" You can't help but exclamate at loud, surprised at how loved you can feel by him. Vernon rapidly moves to shut you, starting to guide you towards the bedroom.
"Shhh, let's go rest, babe." It's all he says. What Vernon ommits, though, is that of course he'd pay attention to the minimal details of your voice. After all, that's one of his favorite features of you. It's your sweet voice that tells him the most loveable things he's ever heard and of course he missed hearing it during that day, but he just really wanted you to get better.
After all, it seemed like dating super quiet and chill Vernon ended up being more tender than you could ever imagine. He just knew you too damn well.
#svt x reader#svt scenarios#svt imagines#svt fluff#vernon#vernon chwe#svt vernon#vernon x reader#svt fanfic#seventeen fanfic#seventeen reactions#seventeen x reader
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I could be mom (unless you want to be dad)
note : divider is from @/grlselle. handful of paragraphs before smut sowwy. I also just wrote this spur of the moment because I finally had a bit of motivation and this is the winner of that poll I did last week and I was bored so the smut isn't that long and I'm remembering that I never really knew how to write smut soooo. mdni
wc : 1.4k
tags : @lottiies @luvrgreyy
desc : whiny husband. smut!! - unprotected p in v, riding. established relationship, little bit of fingers in mouth whoopsie, you've got a daughter, fem!reader, vendetta!Leon, not proofread
You unbuckle your daughterâs seatbelt and pick her up out of her booster seat, housing her up onto your hip while you straighten your purse on your shoulder and walk to the front door. Leonâs motorcycle is propped up on its kickstand in the driveway, you didnât know he was supposed to be back yet. He told you heâd be getting home late, but you got home later than him, apparently. At least your daughter wouldnât jump up on him now that youâre home, sheâs out cold, heâs probably drunk or asleep.
New York had been hard on him. You were upset enough when he told you he was going to Colorado for a week three days beforehand, but having him come home and tell you he didnât even get to relax as much as he wished because he got pulled into work just made you annoyed. You loved your husband, truly, but he could piss you off like no one else. You know his work is messy, you know he canât be around all the time, you know heâd rather ease his problems by drinking rather than opening up to you. And you know he's trying to protect you and your daughter, you just can't really help but want something normal.
Maybe you had to work on actually planning things with him, though. Dinner was often between five and nine p.m., you and Leon havenât been on a date night in like, what, a year now? You know itâs not about him not being attracted to you, your schedules are just so busy that there hasnât really been enough time for the two of you to go out on a dinner date or something like that.
The house is dark when you step inside, you donât smell any alcohol, either. You kick off your shoes and take your daughters off as well before you put your keys into the tiny bowl on the kitchen counter, youâre not going to bother to change your daughter into her pajamas, sheâs already in shorts and a shirt, thatâs good enough and youâre tired, anyway.
Her room is always messy, youâre lucky you donât trip over any toys even when you turn on the light. You spend maybe ten seconds tucking her in and kissing her cheek before you shut off her light and head to your bedroom, Leonâs asleep on the bed, he doesnât even smell like beer, which is a good thing.
Leon always looks more peaceful when heâs sleeping, you wish you had offered for him to come over to your friendâs house with you and your daughter tonight, maybe letting him rest was good, though. So you change into pajamas and lay next to Leon, who instantly stirs.
âHmâŚ?â Leon murmurs when you wrap your arm around him.
âItâs me,â You whisper against his bare shoulder, you immediately feel him relax.
âWhenâd you get back?â
âA few minutes ago.â
âHave fun?â
âMhm,â You press a kiss to his shoulder blade, he hums and readjusts the pillow under his head before he finally decides it's to his liking and rests against it again. "Love you."
"Love you, too." You hardly hear him say it, but you squeeze him a bit tighter, hearing the soft chuckle he lets out before he falls back asleep a few seconds later.
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You and Leon shift around in bed a lot at night, you're never in the same position you went to sleep in when you get up in the morning.
Tonight, though, you wake up to Leon grinding against your hip at one in the morning. You're not mad, he was doing it in his sleep, anyway. Doesn't stop you from waking him up and climbing on top of him after you pull his boxers down.
"Christ, Leon, shut the fu-fuck up!" You hiss at him, continuing to slowly ease yourself up and down on his cock. You've never heard him so whiny before, could've been because the two of you haven't had sex in a little bit.
"C-Can't help i-it-" He gasps out, digging his fingers into the plump flesh of your hips while he bucks up into you. You've been doing this for maybe five minutes now, trying to tell him to be quiet and that you aren't forgetting his needs, but his face is so flushed and his chest is heaving and you can't really tell if he's even trying to do as you say.
His mouth remains open as he continues to let more and more lewd noises escape his throat whenever you sink back down onto him, you don't know how he isn't getting cramps in his hands from gripping onto you so tightly.
But you continue on, squeezing around him tightly because it made him feel even better inside of you. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, your eyes screwing shut while Leon's stay glued to where you're joined, watching as your cunt sucks him in over and over again.
His expression is nothing but pleading and needy and you're so in love with it, your hands rest on the soft fat of his pecs, his trembling hands can't stay in one spot anymore.
"Sweetheart, God, p-please." Leon's voice only gets louder and you have to shush him again, your eyes staying open long enough to shoot him an angry glare.
"If you wake her up-"
"I won't!" He cuts you off, his hips bucking against yours again while his head falls back against his pillow. You're probably not much quieter than him, hearing him whine and moan only triggers something in your brain that makes you mimic him, and there's the soft plap plap of your bodies to go along with it.
You've tried kissing him to swallow up his moans, but your mouths never stay connected for long due to lack of oxygen or he just can't hold your head in place. But his lips are still glossy with his drool and yours, and there's a few hickeys on his neck that he'll stare at for the next handful of days to come.
You know he's close, you're not far behind. Though, you know that when he cums he won't shut up.
But you continue to push your hips up and down, trying to keep your eyes from rolling back when you sink down onto him fully. It only adds more fuel for him to get increasingly louder, muttering about how good you feel and how he needs to cum inside you.
A few more thrusts and he'll be done, you know it. So before he can wake up the whole neighborhood, you grab his chin, forcing him to look at you so you can kiss him. You know that's not enough, of course. So when you pull away from him, a string of saliva still connecting your swollen lips to his, you push two fingers into his open mouth, trying to not his the back of his throat. Leon waits for only a second before he realizes, biting down on the base of your fingers lightly only to then suck on them.
And you're right, as always. After a few more thrusts he cums inside you, moaning around your fingers. The sight of his drool coating your knuckles and eyes lidded with pleasure almost does it for you, but you meet your own release after you raise yourself up to get him balls-deep a few more times.
You sit there on top of him for a few more minutes, looking up at your ceiling while you catch your breath. Leon has yet to tip his head back and slide your fingers from his mouth, trying to catch his breath, same as you.
You're the one to pull away from him, he looks a little annoyed when you pull your fingers out of his mouth and wipe some of the spit onto his chest, but you know he loved everything the two of your just did. Leon smiles at you after a few seconds, wrapping his arms around your back to pull you down onto him for a kiss.
"When did you get so whiny?" You whisper against his lips, then press a few soft kisses there.
"Don't tell anyone," You snort and pull back from him, your hand cups his cheek and he smiles against your palm.
"I wouldn't, that's only for me, right?"
"Only for you,"
#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy#resident evil#resident evil x reader#leon kennedy smut#leon s kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x you
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conflicted spaces
Arthur Morgan x fem!reader
a/n: He doesnât get TB in this. Why? Because this is fanfiction and Iâm god and fuck canon (I just finished the game, Iâm emotionally distraught and needed this)
Warnings: brief attempted SA
Summary: Your father is a gambling man and youâre always the collateral. He refuses to pay the wrong man and now youâre being dragged across country roads to a man youâve never met. Arthur Morgan, an outlaw down to the bone, is in charge of making sure you get there in one piece. Except, he doesnât feel right selling a woman off like sheâs property.
Youâre done being a doormat and letting the men in your life tell you what youâre worth. Youâve got three days to escape him, but youâre not prepared for the reality of the real world.
âPut your hands where I can see âem, cowboy.â Arthurâs shoulders tense and he curses under his breath. His hand darts to the revolver on his hip, but the second his fingers twitch towards it he hears a hammer being pulled back. The cool barrel of a gun digs into his neck and he raises his hand in surrender.Â
The man behind him lets out a familiar laugh and tugs him around. Arthur rolls his eyes and glares at Dutch. âThe hell are you doing?â
Dutch clears his throat, still laughing slightly. âRelax, Arthur, but if I had been an OâDriscoll youâd be dead right now.â Arthur doesnât point out that the only thing they have to worry about out here are the Lemonye raiders. Heâs more focused on why Dutch is even out here. Rarely does he leave Shady Belle to traverse the streets of St. Denis.Â
None of them are particularly fond of the place. If he wanted to step in horse shit every other step heâd go to a stable. At least those smell better. Dutch slings an arm around Arthurâs shoulder, tugging him away from the saloon he was heading towards.Â
âYouâre gonna have to save the cheating for later, Arthur, I need you for something.â
âYou know I donât cheat,â Arthur jokes and Dutch grins at him and itâs nice. This is familiar to him. This feels right. Dutch has been odd lately, the jobs heâs been taking, the risks heâs been imposing, none of them feels like the man he knows.Â
Now, Arthur would follow Dutch straight into hell without being asked. But he canât abide by how heâs putting their people in harm's way. Heâs felt like a stranger more often than not and heâs been doubting the people he shouldnât. Right now, though, he can see the man he knows in the teasing curl of his lips.Â
âWhatâdya need?â
Dutch pauses in front of a tailor and pats Arthurâs chest. âI need you to look prim and proper for a party weâve got tonight.â
Arthurâs brows furrow cynically and he scoffs. âSomeone invited us to a party?â
Dutch hesitates, a stiff smile on his face. âWell, letâs just say someone is interested in our work.â Arthur wants to question him further, heâs hiding something from him. But Dutch is pushing him towards the door of the shop before he can argue. âAnd get a haircut, we need to look presentable not like a bunch of mountain men.â
Arthur watches as Dutch leaves, something heavy weighing down on him. Dutch doesnât usually tell people about his plans beforehand. At least not every step of them. But this is odd, heâs definitely hiding something and Arthur isnât sure he wants to know what.Â
With a resigned huff, he heads into the tailor. He has to mentally prepare himself for being stuffed into a starched collar and a stiff suit for the rest of the night. He hates these damn parties, hates having to pretend like he knows what the hell is being said.Â
Most of the people that attend are educated or pretend to be. And when he lets it slip that heâs more likely to shoot a gun than read a book they turn on him like jackals. You canât let them see that youâre different than them or youâll never get a word in edgewise.Â
The only part he enjoys is the booze and robbing them of their money. Itâs not like they earned any of it. Most of it was made by breaking the backs of the people they mock for being too poor to afford a fancy suit.Â
Arthur takes a deep breath and looks for the cheapest suit he can find in the overpriced shop.Â
âNow,â Mr. Craneâs hand tightens around your bicep and he jerks you closer to him. You keep your face impassive, not letting him see just how much heâs hurting you. But you can feel your skin being stretched to its limits by his clammy fingers. âYouâre going to behave tonight. Iâve got a few gentlemen Iâd like you to meet.â
He looks at you expectantly but you keep your mouth firmly shut. His eyes narrow and he jerks you around roughly. âUnderstood,â you force the word out through gritted teeth. Youâre trying to breathe as little as possible, not wanting to smell his cigar-laced breath any longer.Â
Finally, after a tortuously long moment, he releases you. You take ten steps back, smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles from the silk skirt heâd forced you in. You glance out the window of his office, watching as the workers scramble to set up the tables for tonight. You can hear cooks in the kitchen, shouting out orders for the food for tonight.Â
Everything must be perfect. Mr. Crane never fails to deliver on his extravagantly indulgent parties. The man himself is the very embodiment of greed. You glance over with a disgusted sneer as he sinks himself into his leather chair and pulls out a wad of cash.Â
He catches your eye and sends you a sickly sweet smile. âThis,â he waves the money at you and you track the movement boredly. âIs how much youâre worth, sweetheart.â Your brows raise in amusement and you scoff. More than you thought he would put up for you.Â
You wonder who heâs going to have transport you. Heâll need you out of the city soon, your father is starting to catch onto whatâs happening. It took him long enough. Youâve been missing a month, youâd think he would have put two and two together faster. Then again, heâd never been very interested in you beyond what you were worth to others.Â
âWhen will I be able to meet these gentlemen?â You ask, taking a step towards him. Your eyes dart towards the letter opener on his desk and for a brief moment you picture yourself strabbing it into his fattened jugular.Â
But he flicks his wrist and like magic the door opens, his men coming inside and standing resolutely by your side. âNot anytime soon, my dear.â He looks to the men surrounding you and you take in a sharp breath, wishing youâd just taken the chance when you had it. âMy associate is feeling quite tired, take her back to her room, please.â
They grab you by the elbows, even though it's entirely unnecessary. You wouldnât run, and even if you did you wouldnât get far with the chains he has hidden under your dress. A punishment for the first time you snuck from his home. Youâve been well behaved since then but he doesnât trust you.Â
Youâre whisked away without another word. The trek of the stairs is a slow one. Theyâre forced to help you navigate by lifting your skirts and not tripping on the chains. It no longer brings you any satisfaction to cause a hindrance in any of their days.Â
Before, you would think of being an annoyance as a small victory. But itâs not, it never was. It was just a way for them to keep you complacent by allowing you to think youâd done something for yourself. You believe your father used to do the same thing.Â
Itâs just another way of keeping you quiet.Â
When you make it to your rooms, they shove you inside. Like clockwork, you hear the jingle of the keys and then the lock clicks. You sigh and take a step towards your vanity, working on touching up your hair.Â
You think the worst part of this must be how well youâre treated. You have meals made by a private chef. Your quarters are decorated more lavishly than they ever were at your fatherâs house. Yet, you hear the suffocating tick of the clock as it counts down your doom.Â
Youâre not entirely sure what their plan is with you. You know your father had made a promise to Mr. Crane involving some land. Or perhaps it had been a wager. But as always, you were collateral when your father refused to pay up.Â
You know Mr. Crane wants you out of town so that he has more time to negotiate with your father, to call in the interest he owes him. You also know the only reason your father is interested in finding you is because youâre meant to marry the son of a business partner in two months. The money heâll get from that will be enough to finally pay off his debts.Â
Except, now, Mr. Crane tells you that should your father refuse to pay youâll be married to one of his associates. And the deal heâll make from that will be enough to cover what your father has refused to pay.Â
No matter what, youâre going to be married off to some man youâve never met and yet again be a quiet trophy on a shelf. Itâs a very convoluted situation, one which makes you think leaping from a window might be a better fate.Â
None of the men your father or Mr. Crane is in business with are particularly kind. Theyâve got more skeletons in the closet than there are in the graveyard. You doubt youâll live a very happy life with whoever they pick for you.Â
You slump forward onto the vanity, trying to fight off the burning feeling in the back of your eyes. Youâve known this would happen for years. Even before Mr. Crane had you kidnapped, you knew that this would be your destiny. You would never get to be one of the free-spirited women who fought for the right to choose. You would always be forced into this role.Â
Yet, being so close to it coming to fruition makes you feel choked and suffocated. You can feel the noose around your neck tightening, the hangmanâs fingers twitching as he waits to see you drop.Â
You dig your nails into your palm, taking in a deep breath and fighting back the wave of despair. Where there is doom, you also see a sliver of hope. Your next journey will be a long one. Heâs hiring someone to have you transported to an area further up the map.Â
If you play your cards right you might be able to escape while youâre traveling. If youâre incredibly smart about this, thinking with your head and not your heart, you might have a shot at freedom.Â
You take in a deep breath, reapplying your makeup and resolving yourself to another night of mindless entertainment. But you hold onto that fleeting feeling of hope. You have a shot, you just have to take it.Â
Arthurâs heard of these parties before. Some Mr. Crane fella that likes to blow all his money on food and booze. He indulges his guests and when theyâre weakest, gets their secrets from them. Heâs a snake and everyone knows it. Yet, missing his party is social suicide. They have no choice but to go and indulge in him.Â
Arthur had never had any interest in meeting him or doing any business with him. But Dutch had informed him thatâs exactly whatâs happening tonight. Theyâll mingle for a little while, maybe scout some other jobs, and then Mr. Crane will invite them up to his office for a private discussion.Â
Dutch still hasnât told him what exactly their business with him is. He brought Hosea along tonight so he has to assume itâs not going to be anything violent. But he canât think of anything else they could be good for.Â
âAlright, gentlemen,â Dutch places his hands on Hoseaâs and Arthurâs shoulders, a scheming smile on his face. âTry not to embarrass me.â He slips behind them, heading up the stairs of the home. Hosea and Arthur share a brief look before they split up, blending into the background of the garden.Â
Arthur lurks near the bar, he knows he should be talking to these assholes, possibly learning something useful. But he canât be bothered. He orders a whiskey, gaze surveying the partygoers. Theyâre all loud with painted faces and fake smiles. Not a goddamn person here seems to be genuinely interested in anything theyâre doing.Â
âFirst time?â The soft voice beside him catches him off guard. He glances to the side and is surprised to see that youâve slipped past him. He hadnât even noticed you slide up next to him. You laugh at the look on his face and itâs the first thing here that seems real. âSorry, itâs just that look on your face, I recognize the disappointment. Youâve never been to one of Craneâs parties before?â
âNo,â he clears his throat, still recovering from the surprise. âUh, I canât say I have.â
You suck on your teeth, narrowing your eyes at the people passing by. âTheyâre not worth the effort. Everyone who leaves here leaves carrying his debt on their back.â
Arthur chuckles a little, lips twitching up into a small smile. Heâs surprised by your frankness, most people like to hide behind passive-aggressive digs. He appreciates the straightforward attitude. âThen why are you here?â
You shrug and Arthur finds himself enchanted. He shouldnât be, heâs never been one for romance. He finds women pretty and heâs been in love before, but heâs never bought into the idea of love at first sight. Or any of that mushy stuff that Mary Beth devours in those books of hers.Â
But you are absolutely gorgeous, dressed in a silk dress thatâs so expensive heâs sure he could buy two new horses with it. Your fingers and neck are decorated in dainty jewels that you fidget with as you stare down at your drink. When you set your eyes on him again he thinks he might have been struck by Cupidâs arrow.Â
âI donât have a choice,â you finally answer, sending him a stiff smile. âWhat about you? Why are you here?â
Arthur suddenly remembers himself, remembers why heâs here and what heâs supposed to be doing. The fog in his head dissipates and heâs disappointed in himself. Pretty women have never done anything except get him in trouble.Â
âBusiness,â he answers vaguely. Your eyes narrow and your brows twitch in discontent. Something like realization dawns on your face and you back away from him. The easy attitude youâd carried yourself with is gone, replaced by a vague look of distrust.Â
âRight, shouldâve known.â You let out a rough sigh and Arthur canât help but feel like heâs said the wrong thing. âI suppose Iâll be seeing you again soon.â You slip past him before he can ask you what you mean. He hears the faint sound of metal clinking as you walk back up the stairs.Â
Something silver flashes under your skirts but he canât get a good glimpse of it. He feels unsettled as he turns back to the bar. The whole interaction was odd. From how stricken he was with you to how cold you turned.Â
He doesnât know what you saw in him but it was probably for the best that you left when you did. Neither of you needed the trouble the other would bring. He shakes his head, downing his whiskey and muttering nonsense to himself about not thinking with the wrong head.Â
Itâs not that much later that Dutch is appearing on the balcony and silently motions him forward. Arthur leaves the bar behind and slips up the same stairs youâd disappeared on. Dutch says nothing as he leads Hosea and Arthur through the house.Â
The mansion is a maze more than anything. Arthur loses track of all the turns they take and the winding staircases they descend. Finally, Dutch stops them all in front of two large oak doors. He raps once on the door and then lets himself in.Â
A large, balding man with a shiny head is perched on top of a leather chair. He looms behind his desk, fingers steepled as he greets them all with a false smile. âAh, gentlemen, so nice to finally meet you.â
Dutch grins and motions to Arthur, âThis is the man who will be doing the transporting, Arthur.â Arthurâs eyes narrow in confusion but he says nothing as Dutch moves to Hosea, âAnd this is my associate, Hosea. Heâs a lot better with money than I am, Mr. Crane. You understand.â
Mr. Crane lets out a boisterous laugh that makes Arthurâs ears hurt and nods his head, his cheeks jiggling with the movement. âThat I do! Well,â he waves them forward when they linger in the doorway too long, âcome in, come in.â
Arthur closes the doors behind them as Mr. Crane lifts himself from his desk. There are two couches positioned in front of an unlit fire. He takes one of them and Dutch and Hosea take the other. Arthur perches himself on the armrest of their couch, eyes surveying the office like it might reveal the truth of their visit.Â
âI trust Mr. Van der Linde has kept this all quiet?âÂ
âHe has,â Arthur grouses.Â
At the same time, Dutch says, âOf course, Mr. Crane. I promised confidentiality and Dutch Van der Linde is nothing if not a man who keeps to his promises.â Crane nods, looking satisfied and Arthur holds back a laugh at how easily he seems to trust Dutch.
âGood, good.â He dips his hand inside his jacket and Arthurâs palm instinctively drops to where his gun should be. Of course, theyâd had to give up their weapons before they came into the party, if he does has a gun Arthur canât do a damn thing.Â
But he doesnât, instead, he pulls out the thickest stack of cash that Arthur has ever laid his eyes on. A loud thud resounds through the room as he slams the bills on top of the table between them. Arthurâs eyes widen and Hoseaâs jaw nearly drops at the sight of it all.Â
This would be enough to get them out of St. Denis tonight. Shock sours quickly into suspicion. What the hell has Dutch signed up for? âNow, this is the first half. This is simply for accepting the job and,â he gives them all severe looks, âfor your silence.â
Arthur shifts uncomfortably on his perch and waits for Mr. Crane to finish. âThe other half will be given once the package has been safely delivered.â Thereâs a certain lilt to his words when he says package that has Arthurâs hackles raising. Whatever is getting delivered is not going to be good.Â
Crane turns towards the bookshelves on the wall and calls out, âDarling, wonât you join us?â Arthur figures the man must have lost his mind, they should just take the money and leave. But thereâs a loud creak and something like metal gears grinding together. One of the shelves pops open and the panel swings forward.Â
You pop your head out, glancing towards Crane and then taking a step forward. Arthur, without even thinking about it, finds himself sitting up, and brushing some of the dirt off his pants from the ride over.Â
At first, heâs so confused by seeing you again that he doesnât realize why exactly heâs seeing you again. Then you glance towards him, a knowing look on your face and it clicks. Youâre the package. Youâre what heâs meant to be transporting.Â
He glares over at Dutch, when exactly did they get into the business of trading women?
Hosea voices his doubts in a much calmer manner. âIf I may, sir, why does she need to be delivered so discreetly?â
Mr. Crane laughs and your face twitches unpleasantly. You grimace, glaring at the back of the manâs head with something like murder in your eyes. He doesnât know what heâs done to cause such a visceral look of hate and he doesnât want to think about it. This whole situation is bothering him. Youâre not here willingly, which means youâre not going to be transported willingly either.Â
None of this makes sense. Dutch would never have taken a job like this before, even when they needed the money. And thereâs no way in hell a rich man like this one would want to pay a couple of grungy outlaws so much money. Thereâs got to be some sort of trick in all of this.Â
Cran clears his throat, âSheâs a daughter of a, well,â he frowns and struggles for the words. âLetâs just say weâre in a hostile competition for a lot of land. This land, boys, could be very beneficial in expanding my business. Heâs not interested in selling and, well, desperate times, desperate measures.â
You scoff, laughing slightly at him and rounding the couch. Dutch ignores you, Hosea looks uncomfortable, and Crane continues prattling on without missing a beat. âShould her father not pay me, she will be married to the associate youâre bringing her to. Heâs promised me enough land and money to cover what I lost to her father. And if he does pay, sheâll be returned in time for her wedding here.â
Arthurâs eyes dart towards you and you send him a bitter smile. It makes him shift where he sits, hating the way your eyes bore into him. âI just need someone who's not afraid of getting their hands a little dirty to make sure she behaves while sheâs delivered to my friend,â Crane glances over at Arthur. He asses him, the bulge of his arms in the suit and the scars on his face, whatever he finds must be satisfactory because he smiles over at Dutch.Â
Arthur stands, ready for Dutch to tell Mr. Crane that theyâre not in the business of selling women off. But Dutch doesnât, he smiles at Mr. Crane and reaches for the money, passing it off to Hosea to count. âWell, I do believe my friend Arthur is just the man for the job.âÂ
âI think youâre right, Dutch.â He stands up now, pot belly nearly bursting the buttons of his shirt, and reaches for Dutchâs hand. âPleasure doing business with you.â
Dutch smiles and takes his sweaty palm, âYou as well, sir.â Dutch walks towards you and holds his arm out. âThis way, my dear.â You glance between him and his elbow before rolling your eyes and reluctantly placing your hand on his arm. You follow him silently and obediently, no fight is left in you. Hosea follows after you both, a concerned look on his face.Â
Arthur remains in the office, standing dumbfounded and staring at the doorway youâd disappeared through. Heâs struggling to process what just happened. Arthur has helped people get home safely before and provided protection. But heâs never been one to traffic a hostage.Â
Crane glances up, finally noticing him still standing there. He walks past him, patting his shoulder as he does and giving him an approving smile. âDonât be afraid to take care of her should she get out of hand.â Heâs nearly out the door but he looks back and adds, âJust donât bruise her too much.â
Arthurâs fingers twitch for his revolver once more and heâs never wanted to shoot a man more. But he knows Dutch is waiting for him and heâd never make it out of here alive if he started a fight right now. Reluctantly, he makes his way out of the manor and towards where youâre all waiting for him.Â
Heâs fuming by the time he stops in front of Dutch. Heâs trying to help you onto his horse and Arthur finally realizes what the metal sound he heard earlier is. There are chains around your ankles and you canât maneuver yourself on the saddle.Â
His eyes narrow and he glares at Dutch, âWhat the hell are you doing? Weâre selling women now?â
Dutch glowers at the tone of Arthurâs voice. You watch them both passively, fiddling with the rings on your fingers and looking unbothered by the entire situation. âWatch yourself, Arthur,â thereâs a clear warning in his tone but Arthurâs too upset to care.Â
Theyâve done a lot of bad things. They werenât good men. But this was just going too far. âWe need this, Arthur. You want to get out of here, you want to keep our people safe?â Arthur let out a deep exhale, gritting his teeth together and nodding reluctantly. Dutch huffs, âThatâs what I thought. Weâre not selling anyone, Arthur. Itâs a simple delivery.â
His jaw clenches as he watches Dutch struggle to help you again. âItâs not going to work,â you inform Dutch. You lift your skirts, flashing him the chains he hadnât seemed to notice yet. Neither of you gets a chance to say anything as Arthur pulls out his gun and shoots the lock off.Â
He feels a little guilty at how startled you look. Your eyes widen until they look like they might bulge out. Your hands fly up to cover your ears as the sound rocks through you. It breaks violently through the silence of the night.Â
Dutch turns and gives him a stern look, âHave you forgotten the meaning of subtlety?â Arthur can tell heâs trying not to shout and drag any more attention towards you all.Â
Arthur glares at Dutch, something wicked brewing in his stomach. âThe lady wouldnât be able to ride a horse like that.â He mounts his horse and rides off without a look back. He canât stand to be near you or Dutch any longer.Â
The reality of what theyâve turned into hits him like a bag of rocks and it makes him irate. Theyâve never been these people. Never traded a person off like they were an object. Heâs sure plenty of people in camp would have a problem with this. But he doubts Dutch will let them know the truth until the job is done.Â
And by then, everyone will be too happy with the money to complain. Dutch is nothing if not good at saving his ass. Heâs hitching his horse as the rest of you ride into camp. He lingers by Diablo, resting a hand on the thick neck of the shire while Dutch helps you off the saddle.Â
His eyes narrow in on the way Dutchâs fingers glide along your waist as you jump down. You take a step back the second your legs are steady sending Dutch a dirty look that almost makes Arthur laugh.Â
He starts towards Dutch, ready to try and reason with him again. But he holds his hand up and walks away, not even giving him a chance to speak. Arthur lets out a rough sigh as Hosea comes up behind him.Â
He pats his shoulder comfortingly, âYou should get some sleep, Arthur. Youâll ride with her to Strawberry tomorrow morning.â He almost walks off but he whispers a quiet, âIâm sorry,â before he goes.Â
Arthur glances towards you but youâre looking around the camp, eyes lingering on Javier as he sings by the fire. He swears he almost sees you smile but it's gone as quickly as it came. He takes his hat off, running his hand through his hair and letting out a tired sigh.Â
âAlright, come with me,â he starts towards the house. It takes a minute to realize youâre not directly behind him. When he looks over your shoulder he sees you with your skirts lifted, tiptoeing through the mud and trying not to get your pretty skirts dirty.Â
He rolls his eyes, storming back towards you. Your eyes widen at the look on his face and you stumble back a few steps. Undeterred, he bends over, throwing you over his shoulder and walking towards the house.Â
Your hands claw at his back, desperately grasping onto his shirt so you keep your balance. He storms up the stairs, ignoring the alarmed looks he gets from others in camp. He can already hear them whispering, wondering who you are and why heâs dragging you into his room.Â
They can make up whatever the hell they want. Arthurâs too pissed off to give a shit about rumors tonight. He drops you unceremoniously onto his bed and storms back out. He heads downstairs, rooting around in one of the chests for some extra clothes.Â
You wonât be able to ride to Strawberry in those ridiculous clothes. Youâll need some pants if youâre going to sit on the horse properly. He tucks the outfit under his arm and makes his way back to you.Â
When he opens the door your hand immediately darts away from his shaving kit and shoves itself under your butt. His brows furrow as he catches a flash of silver in your hand. He places the clothes down on the end of the bed, eyes drifting towards his shaving kit. Sure enough, his razor seems to be missing.Â
He lets out a sigh and you tense up, hand clenching around your prize. He briefly debates taking it from you. But he figures you should be allowed a modicum of comfort. Even if you did try and use it against him itâs dull, he hasnât sharpened it in a while and you wouldnât be able to do much damage anyway.Â
He lets you keep it, leaving you on your own without another word. He can hear the exhale of relief you let out when he walks away and it makes him feel just a little better about this. At least youâre not completely terrified.Â
You change into the clothes Arthur gave you. Theyâre a little big, but you appreciate the pants. Itâs much better than the ridiculous dresses Crane had you in. You collect your dress and toss it out the window of Arthurâs room, watching it sink into the mud pit below. It brings you some satisfaction to see Craneâs pretty silk getting ruined.Â
You take off the jewelry youâd been given and stuff it into your boots. If you did manage to escape while you were traveling with Arthur then you were going to need some cash. You could sell off the jewels and hopefully, it would be enough to keep you comfortable.Â
It feels nice, to wear real clothes. Not being dressed up like a doll for once. You envy some of the women here, who can wear what they want. There is an appeal to the outlaw life. As long as youâre on the right side of it, which, currently, youâre not.Â
You slip out of the house before anyone has a chance to retrieve you. The whole night you were curled up around a dull razor with your eyes wide open. Spending a night surrounded by outlaws isnât exactly restful.Â
You figure you might as well try and walk around before youâre on the back of a horse for the rest of the day. There are more people up than youâd expected. Luckily, you donât see Dutch around anywhere. You donât feel like having to deal with any more of his false charm or empty apologies.Â
The same man youâd seen strumming his guitar the night before is asleep next to the dying fire. A blonde woman catches your eye, sheâs walking past some other women in dresses. Theyâre still asleep but she looks like sheâs been up for hours.Â
Thereâs a bit of blood on her pants and you briefly wonder what sheâd been doing. âWho are you?â She asks, surveying you from head to toe with suspicion in her eyes.Â
âA package,â you tell her bluntly, walking past her towards the only lit fire of camp. She follows you, a wry grin on her face as she watches you pour yourself some coffee.Â
âYouâve got a real attitude, I like it.âÂ
You huff out a laugh, taking a sip of the burnt coffee and giving her a brief smile. âIâm sure my future husband wonât.âÂ
She rolls her eyes and scoffs, waving you off. âHusbands, good for nothing. I loved mine but he was useless as a sack oâ flour. Youâre better off without them.â
Your smile turns strained and you look down at your feet, at the boots that arenât your own. Youâll never get to dress like this again. Or speak like this to a woman who isnât afraid to voice what's on her mind.Â
âYes, well,â you shrug and meet her eyes again, âI donât seem to have much of a choice.â
Her eyes narrow and she frowns, âWhatâs that supposed to-â
âMrs. Adler!â Dutchâs voice booms from across the camp and forces the others awake. Most of them grumble, but theyâre quick to get started on morning chores. âI see youâve met our guest,â he says your name with a flourish that almost makes you laugh.Â
Heâs a good actor. Heâs especially good at covering up his mistakes. âYeah, whatâs going on, Dutch? Who is she? Why donât you guys ever let me in on this stuff?â She fires off questions rapidly, you almost donât catch them all. There are clearly underlying issues here other than your unexpected presence.Â
âIn due time,â he assures her, laying the charm on thick. But even you can tell heâs full of it. Heâs not planning on letting her in on anything unless it benefits him. âAnd this is our guest, her fiancee has paid us handsomely to provide her safe passage back to him.âÂ
He walks towards you, laying a hand over your arm and squeezing slightly. You give Sadie a stiff smile and let him lead you away. âI do believe itâs best that you just wait for Arthur, dear.â He gives you a look that lets you know itâs an order, not a suggestion.Â
Still, you play along, âI think you might be right, Mr. Van der Linde, thank you for the hospitality.â You run a tired hand over your face, sitting down on the stoop of the house and finishing off the rest of your coffee. Dutch watches you for a while, never straying too far from where you are and intercepting anyone who asks about you.Â
He spins quite the romantic tale of your lost love and how he desperately wants you back. You wish it were true, that you were living out some wonderful fairytale and were about to be reunited with the love of your life. Instead, it feels like one long walk to the gallows.Â
The wood creaks behind you and you donât need to turn to see who it is. âReady?â Arthur asks and you figure he means, ready to leave freedom and happiness and the will to live behind?Â
No, âSure,â you toss the rest of the coffee into the grass and leave the mug on the stairs. You get to your feet and let him lead you towards the horses. He shares a brief look with Dutch as you pass by him but it doesnât look entirely pleasant.Â
He makes his way toward a towering black shire and your eyes widen in horror. âWhatâs this?â
He works on saddling the horse up, not paying much attention to you. âThis is Diablo.â You take a step closer and the horse starts huffing, swinging his neck towards you with his lips pulled back. You jump back a step back, eyeing him warily.Â
Arthur glances over and lets out a low chuckle, âHe wonât bite. Heâs just curious.â
âMhm,â you give him a disbelieving look. âYouâll have to excuse me for being wary, Iâve not met a lot of horses.â
Arthur looks a bit shocked by your admission. âReally?â He questions, sounding doubtful.Â
You give him a brief smile and nod. âHard to believe, I know, but Iâve lived a very sheltered life, Mr. Morgan. Havenât had many opportunities for exploring on my own.âÂ
He opens his mouth, looking like he wants to say something. At the last second, he stops himself, instead taking a step closer to you. You flinch away from him when he reaches for you and he lets out a sigh. âYou canât spend the next three days terrified of him, come on.â
He coaxes you forward and you reluctantly step closer to the beast. He chuckles at the scared look on your face. You donât appreciate how much amusement heâs gaining from this. âCome on,â he mutters, taking your wrist and leading you closer to Diablo.Â
The damn thing is named Devil, how could you not be terrified of it?Â
âHe wonât bite, I promise.â You donât trust him but he doesnât give you much of a choice. He presses your open palm to Diabloâs nose and you wince, bracing for him to lash out at you.Â
But he doesnât, he lets out a soft knicker and it seems like he doesnât even care that youâre there. You let out a relieved laugh, running your hand tentatively over his muzzle. Itâs shockingly soft and oddly squishy.Â
He doesnât seem to mind as you awe over him. You smile and glance over at Arthur but it drops when you see the odd look on his face. He seems perplexed by your reaction and you canât fathom why. âYou really never have ridden a horse before, have you?â
You shake your head, âNo. I told you.â
He purses his lips and nods. You donât know what it is about this thatâs bothering him and you donât care to ask. If he doesnât believe just how strict your upbringing has been then fine. âAlright, come on, we need to get a move on.âÂ
He leads you around to the saddle and helps you up on the back of the horse. Itâs beyond odd, sitting on something in pants. Getting to spread your legs freely is something you are going to greatly enjoy during this journey.Â
Arthur takes off without much warning and you yelp, throwing your arms around his waist to steady yourself. He glances over his shoulder at you but says nothing. You turn your head, watching as the camp gets smaller and smaller.Â
The people mill about, greet each other, and break bread together. It hits you suddenly, this will be the last time you get to see people being free. If you donât get out, if you canât escape, your life will be filled with starched collars and powdered faces. Youâll never have a genuine conversation with someone again. Youâll be turned into pretty jewelry hanging off the arm of a man you never met.Â
The ride to Strawberry is three days at least. You have three days to get your plan together and to escape. You almost feel sorry for Arthur and the repercussions heâll have to face losing you. But not sorry enough that youâre not gonna try.Â
Arthurâs speed evens out and you let your arms relax, easing away from him slightly. Your wrist jolts against the gun on his hip and you eye it curiously. If you had a gun there would be no doubt you could escape. You see Arthurâs fingers twitch on the reigns of the horse and you move your arms higher up his torso.Â
You doubt youâll be a quicker draw than he is. He is an outlaw after all. You donât think heâd have many qualms about delivering you to your fiancee with a few extra holes in your gut. Your mind drifts to the razor in your pocket and you consider it for a moment.Â
Youâre sure youâd be quick enough to just whip it out and slit his throat. You sigh and dismiss the thought. You were a lot of things but you were not a murderer. There are lines you canât bring yourself to cross. Besides, as wicked as what heâs doing to you is, you know heâs a good man.Â
It was an instinctual feeling. Mr. Crane and your father were both horrible, evil men. They knew nothing but greed and would never be satisfied by all the riches they reaped. They were the type of men you looked at and knew deep down that there was nothing left to save.Â
Arthur has undoubtedly bad things. You donât become an outlaw without spilling some blood. He was weathered and rough from a hard life, but that didnât mean there was nothing good left in him. You wonât have his blood on your hands, no matter how much you might want to get away from him.Â
As grateful as Arthur is for the silence, it is odd. Heâs helped a few ladies find their way back home before and for some reason, they seem to think heâs the best listener in the world. It seems everyone who rides with him wants to tell him their life stories.Â
Youâre completely silent, though. He has to keep looking back just to make sure you havenât fallen off the back of the horse. Youâre pretty complacent, following along with whatever Dutch said and coming along quietly. You seem beaten down, the fight dragged out of you.Â
He wonders what Mr. Crane had done to you. A few times, heâs seen just a glimpse of the spark that used to be there. But it was snuffed out before he got a chance to know it. He almost wishes you would talk. It would distract him from what he was doing right now.
It didnât feel right, bringing you along to marry a man youâve never even met. He has to keep reminding himself that it would have happened no matter what. Ladies like you are always sold off into a profitable marriage. The only thing heâs doing is switching up who the fiancee might be.Â
None of that makes him feel better, though. He should be helping you, not dragging you away to your worst nightmare. But, his people come first. The amount of money Dutchâll get from this will be enough to get them all out of here. This could finally be the last score.Â
You gasp behind him and he whips his head around, immediately expecting someone to be following along beside you both. Maybe your fatherâs men or just some raiders. But he doesnât see anything except a herd of deer running through the trees.Â
His brows furrow in confusion and he glances back at you. Youâre watching them like theyâre something spectacular. Arthurâs always been a fan of the quiet beauty of nature. He appreciates them in ways most folks donât understand. But youâre looking at âem like you just found God.Â
âNever seen deer before?â He teases, chuckling a little at your reaction.Â
You startle, not realizing he had been watching. You clear your throat and look away from them sheepishly. He almost feels bad for ruining the moment for you. âNo. No, I havenât.âÂ
He knows it's possible, but itâs astounding to him that someone truly lived their whole life in the city. It just doesnât seem right. Cities are full of shit, smog, and bad people. Not even having a moment out of that your whole life seems like torture.Â
âIâll just enjoy it while it lasts,â you mutter, eyes darting back to the tree line. But the deer are gone and you donât look very interested anymore.Â
âRight,â he shifts forward, the air between you awkward. Heâd only meant it in jest. He didnât mean to remind you of what was about to happen to you. He doesnât like the silence, not this time, it feels wrong. It makes him stew in his shame and thatâs a nasty feeling.Â
Selfishly, he prods you for more. âA few days on the road, youâll be eager for the city again.â
You laugh but thereâs no humor to it. âI very much doubt that Mr. Morgan.â
âArthur,â he corrects, âjust call me Arthur.â
âRight,â your tone remains cold, âwell if you donât mind Arthur, Iâd like to ride there in silence.â
He's got no other choice but to comply. If you donât want to talk he wonât make you. He just wishes he could make this a little easier for you both.Â
Camping is something. You donât have a word for it. Itâs nice to be out in nature and embrace it for the first time in your life. But you really would not mind the comfort of your bed right now.Â
Rocks digging into your spine and head do not make for a good nightâs sleep. Youâve been lying in front of the fire for hours, flipping around uselessly. It doesnât matter how much you shift, the rock stays digging painfully into you.Â
You let out a loud huff, flopping onto your back and glaring up at the starry sky in defeat. At least the view is nice. In the city, you canât see the stars. The smokeâs too thick and you never get a good look at them.
Out here, they almost feel fake. Theyâre so bright and beautiful, you thought the paintings in the museum had always been exaggerating just how breathtaking a night sky can be. But you were wrong. And you hate that thereâs a potential future where youâll never get to see this again.Â
âWould you quit squirming so damn much?â
You shoot up, resting on your elbows and glaring over at Arthur. Heâs got his hat over his eyes, arms crossed, and looking like heâs been asleep for the past few hours. You hadnât realized youâd been keeping him up.Â
âSome of us arenât used to sleeping outside,â you hiss, throwing yourself back down to the ground. He doesnât say anything for a while and you figure thatâs the end of it. You clench your eyes shut, counting sheep in your mind and trying to force yourself asleep.Â
You hear boots crunching across leaves and your eyes fly open. Arthurâs standing over you, hands propped on his hips as he glares down at you. âCan I help you?â You snap when you get tired of the staring.Â
He scoffs and shakes his head, kneeling to be eye level with you. Youâre startled by the proximity, an odd heat creeping up your neck. âCome on, Iâm gonna tire you out. Maybe then youâll get some sleep.â
You gasp, astonished at the audacity of his suggestion. âExcuse me?â You demand, tone incredulous.Â
His brows furrow before he shakes his head and rolls his eyes. âNot like that,â he grouses. âGet up,â he doesnât give you much of a choice. He places his hand under your back, shoving you onto your feet. You stand with a slight stumble, glaring at him as you brush dirt off your shirt and pants.Â
You canât help the snotty tone of your voice as you ask, âWhat are we doing?âÂ
âHuntin,ââ He answers gruffly, going over to the horse and taking the bow out of his saddle.Â
Your brows furrow as you recall the few stories your father told you of hunting bison. âArenât you supposed to use a rifle?â
He shakes his head and nods towards the treeline. You glance back at the fire before reluctantly following him into the dark forest. The moon is full enough that it provides just enough light for you not to be terrified of whatâs lurking in the underbrush.Â
âGot a friend,â he tells you, kneeling and glancing at some tracks on the ground. âTaught me how to hunt properly. Bows are quieter, less disruptive, and they provide quicker, cleaner kills.â He looks back at you and motions towards the arrows, âLess pain for the animal.â
Your face slacks with something like astonishment. All youâd heard from your father was the thrill of the hunt, the satisfaction of the kill. He never mentioned keeping anything from the animal, using it for meat, or about how long it took for them to die. Youâd never thought there was anybody who actually cared for the creatureâs comfort as it died.Â
You suppose thereâs going to be a lot about Arthur thatâs different from the men you know.Â
âArthur,â a twig snaps behind you, and your eyes widen. You drop your voice to a whisper, not wanting to draw too much attention towards you both. âI donât want to kill anything,â you hiss.
âHa!â He barks out a laugh and you purse your lips in irritation. He stands and looks at you, chuckling again before shaking his head. âI wouldnât be so confident in your huntinâ skill, kid.â
You click your tongue and glare at him, âDonât call me that,â you snap. Itâs the same patronizing nickname your father loved to use on you and you detest it. He raises his hands in surrender and you roll your eyes at the smirk on his face. âThen whatâs the point of this?â
He shrugs and heads further into the trees, you have no choice but to follow along behind him. âFigure you should be taught a few skills before I get rid of ya.â
You want to argue with him that thereâs no point. If you are given to Craneâs associate, youâll never set foot in the woods again. However, if you do manage to escape him, learning a few survival skills wouldnât be a bad idea.Â
So, you keep your mouth shut and let him lead you through the forest. âHow do you know where to go?â You ask, trying to figure out what it is he keeps looking at in the mud. He waves you forward, moving you so youâre standing directly in front of him.Â
âYou see that?â You have to squint, relying solely on the light from the moon, to make out what heâs pointing at. There are some tracks in the mud that look vaguely like hooves. âItâs buck tracks, you can tell by the size.â He kneels and when you donât follow he tugs you down by the sleeve. âYou canât rely on just the tracks, though. You have to look for other signs of âem.â
You glance around, noticing some crushed twigs and grass a few feet ahead. âLike that?â You point towards it and he huffs in amusement.Â
âCaught on quicker than I thought.â
You feel vaguely offended by that but donât bother voicing it, just glare at his back as he gets up. You walk silently through the forest, letting Arthur show you which tracks to follow and which to avoid. Youâre not comforted by how many cougar prints you find. You stare up into the branches always expecting something to already be looking down at you.Â
Miraculously, no wild cat chooses you for dinner as you track the buck down. You find him near a small stream, antlers dipping into the water as he takes a drink. Heâs got to be one of the most gorgeous creatures youâve ever seen.Â
Youâve lived your whole life in St. Denis. The most youâve seen are overworked carriage horses and mangy dogs. No life slips through the cracks of that place. Thereâs just smoke and misery. This is nature, real beauty. Itâs breathtaking, the way the leaves ripple in the wind and the starlight reflects in the water.Â
You canât imagine seeing this and wanting to tear it down to put up an oily machine that contributes nothing to the earth but death. It just makes you hate your father more. It also makes you more resolved to not be forced back into that life. You canât do it. You canât have this one taste of freedom and then let it go without a fight.Â
Arthur pulls the bow out and nocks an arrow. You glance between him and the buck and rapidly shake your head. âNo,â you hiss, âI donât wanna kill it.â
He rolls his eyes and moves you in front of him. You donât have much choice as he places your hands on the string and guides you into the right position. âRelax,â he murmurs in your ear as you fight against his grip. âYou ainât gonna kill it.âÂ
It doesnât bring you much comfort, but if youâre going to make it on your own, sometimes youâll have to do something you donât like. âNow,â his hand drifts down your bicep and you suck in a sharp breath. âDonât hold it too long, youâll get tired.âÂ
Itâs dawning on you just how close you both are. Youâre kneeling on the ground with him behind you, essentially cradling your body to him. Youâve never been this familiar with a man before, itâs making your brain short-circuit. You can hardly pay attention to what heâs telling you.Â
He lifts your elbow slightly and points you towards the left. âYou need to keep your arm steady even after you let go or your aim will be off. Take in a deep breath and release on the exhale.â You give him an apprehensive look, still not wanting to hurt the buck. He just nods and thereâs something in his gaze that lets you relax slightly.Â
You release the string and the arrow flies over the buckâs head, burying itself into the tree behind it. Its head shoots up and it turns towards you both before dashing off. You let out an astonished laugh, glancing down the bow and then back at Arthur.Â
âMy god, Iâve never shot anything before.â
âCongratulations, youâve killed your first tree,â he remarks dryly, but you see the glint of humor in his eye.Â
He gets to his feet and offers you a hand up. You smile up at him, undeterred by his attitude. âThank you for this,â you tell him earnestly. He gives you an odd look but nods anyway. He doesnât understand just how important this is to you. Knowing how to do something like this is the difference between life and death when youâre on your own. Of course, he doesnât realize youâll be making an escape attempt soon.Â
He retrieves the arrow from the tree and you run your hand over the curve of the bow. You wonder just how much heâd miss this if you took it from him.Â
Arthurâs tearing down the camp and youâre standing by Diablo, feeding him some apples. You stroke absentmindedly over the horse's muzzle, watching Arthur intently. Heâs too busy pulling the tent apart to be paying attention to you.Â
You got better sleep last night than you did at Craneâs. He was right, hunting had tired you out. You were eager enough to sleep that you didnât even feel the rough ground underneath you. He seems to be a little more lax about his watch over you.Â
Something about last night must have eased him into a sense of comfort that youâre not going to run. Thatâs his own fault, though. You glance over the curve of the hill, noticing a carriage that will be passing by soon enough.Â
You look back at Arthur and ease slightly away from Diablo. Arthur is still collecting the blankets and rolling them up. He turns towards the dying fire and tosses the rest of the coffee out. You take another step back and he keeps his back to you.Â
Slowly, you release Diabloâs reigns, giving him one last apple before you turn on your heel and run down the hill. Your foot slips out from under you and you let out a loud yelp as you go flying headfirst down the grass.Â
You land on your back with enough impact to make the breath rush out of you. But your descent is still going and youâre flipping over headfirst into the road. You slide forward, the dirt scraping up your chin as you cough and try and catch your breath.Â
âLook out!â You roll out of the way just before the carriage rolls over you. Someone shouts your name from the top of the hill and you see Arthur glaring down at you. He starts towards you and you scramble to your feet.Â
âStop!â You scream, waving your arms wildly and chasing after the carriage. The man gives you a bewildered look as you throw yourself at him. âPlease, sir, Iâve been kidnapped, you must help me get back to my husband.â
The man looks behind you, sees a very angry Arthur bellowing out your name, and moves to the side. âHurry up,â he urges, giving you a hand on the bench beside him. You let out a relieved breath, taking his hand and throwing yourself the rest of the way up.Â
He whips the horses, hurrying them along all the while Arthur is yelling after you. Itâs not hard to believe that he would kidnap you. He looks half-crazed as he follows along behind you. You turn over your shoulder, giving him a brief wave and a smile. âThanks for the help,â you tell the man beside you. You offer your hand and name.Â
He glances down at it but doesnât take it, instead looking forward and ignoring you entirely. Something uneasy settles in your stomach but you push it aside. You blame the feeling on the adrenaline still pumping through you.Â
âWhere are you headed?â You ask, glancing into the back of the carriage. You notice some moonshine and a crate full of guns but decide not to question it.Â
âSaid yer husbandâs waitinâ for ya?â He demands, completely ignoring your question. You stare at the side of his face but his expression isnât giving anything away. He comes to an intersection. You see a sign pointing towards a town and figure heâs going to take it, but instead, he pulls onto a smaller trail leading to the woods.Â
âUm,â you clear your throat uncertainly, glancing back at the sign. âYes,â your voice cracks and you know you sound like youâre full of shit.Â
He laughs and the sound sends chills down your spine. You rip your eyes off of him, looking down at the horses and suddenly realizing just what youâd gotten yourself into. âYou sure about that, little lady?â
Something cold digs into your side and you gasp quietly, looking down to see a gun pressed against your ribs. âYou scream, run, or do anythinâ to piss me off and Iâll put a fourth hole in ya.â When you donât say anything he digs it harder into you. âUnderstand?â He growls and you can do nothing but nod your head.Â
You want to move, want to shove him off the side of the carriage and make a run for it. But you canât, youâre frozen solid. Youâre so petrified with fear you canât even blink. You think youâre holding your breath, as if taking in air is going to set the gun off.Â
He grins, a blackened curl of lips over rotted teeth, at your obedience and comes to a stop in the trees. âWhat are you doing?â You whisper, staring at the secluded area with a newfound sense of horror.Â
âShut up,â he snaps, his voice echoing through the quiet of the woods. You hear no birds or animals and you feel so alone it makes you want to cry. He gets off the carriage and turns towards you. âDown,â he demands. Your eyes dart towards the reigns of the horses and he pulls the hammer of the gun back. âDonât even think about it.â
You lift your hands in the air, slowly slipping down the seat. He doesnât appreciate you taking your time He grabs the front of your shirt, jerking you further into the trees and tossing you to the ground.Â
You let out a rough groan at the impact, blood staining your shirt as your elbow slips across a jagged rock. Itâs like something is snapped loose in your mind. He comes stomping towards you, kneeling between your spread legs and it finally clicks.Â
You lunge forward with a shout and he rears back in surprise. You wonder how often someoneâs actually fought against him or just let it happen. You donât want to die, you donât want to get shot by this scum, but there are a lot of things worse than dying.Â
You grab the arm holding the gun, jerking it around, and knocking it out of his hand. âYou bitch!â He hisses, bringing his open palm down across your cheek. The smack rings through the trees and ricochets through the air. Your head whips to the side so hard you think you might have snapped your neck.Â
Blood dribbles out from your lips, your teeth having bitten into the fat of your cheeks. You spot the gun nearby, the silver of the barrel glinting from under the leaves. Just as you reach for it, heâs wrapping his hands around your ankles and dragging you back towards him.Â
You feel like screaming as your hands desperately grasp at the dirt underneath you. But thereâs not enough air to scream. You dig your nails into the mud, feel them split against the rocks, and kick at his chest hard enough to make him lose his breath.Â
His grip on you loosens and you throw yourself at the pile of leaves. Hands groping for something solid. Just as he flips you over you wrap your hand around the handle of the gun. You pull the trigger and the bang is deafening.Â
Your ears ring and your hands are trembling from the recoil. His jaw goes slack and he tumbles on top of you. You let out a grunt, breath pushed out of you by his weight. You scramble against his chest, something warm making your hands slip as you struggle to roll him off of you.Â
You glance over, waiting for him to spring back up. But thereâs something dark pooling around him and sinking into the dirt below. Thereâs a hole in his chest and his eyes are already flattening. You fall back against the earth, staring up at the trees above you.Â
The sounds rush back to you all at once. The birds singing, deers prancing somewhere in the distance. You hear a stream rushing nearby and let out a stunned laugh. Thereâs a smile on your face but thereâs nothing to be happy about.Â
You think you might be in shock. Mind still trying to catch up to what just happened. You glance down at the gun in your hand and toss it to the side, not wanting it near you anymore. Only a second later do you reach for it again.Â
You struggle onto your hands and knees, checking over yourself for any injuries that you might be numb to right now. The only blood on you is from the dead man on the ground. You keel over, hands on your knees, and suck in a deep gasping breath.Â
You stumble back, limping towards the carriage. You dig around in the back of the wagon, tugging out a giant hunting knife and walking towards the horses. You cut them loose, keeping the rope on one of them and tugging yourself onto her back. You tuck the knife in your belt and nudge her side, leading her forward gently.Â
You don't even have time to process the fact that youâre riding a horse on your own. Your body is moving on autopilot. You can only think about getting ahead, getting away. What just happened will hit you later. You slump against the neck of the horse, adrenaline leaking out of you and exhaustion catching up.Â
Heâs going to find you and heâs going to kill you. Leaving while he had his back turned. Getting on some carriage with a man youâve never met before. How dumb do you have to be? You canât trust people out here. Not when there are gangs, raiders, hell, heâs encountered a few cannibals.Â
For all he knows, youâre already dead and heâll be delivering a body to the train station. The thought makes him curse and urge Diablo forward. Itâs not hard to follow the tracks of the carriage, what concerns him is when they lead into the forest instead of the town.Â
âGoddammit,â he mutters, âthe hell have you done woman?â He leaps off Diablo, figuring it will be easier to track you on foot. He follows the paths of the wheels, finding the wagon abandoned and the horses cut loose.Â
His brows furrow in confusion as he wanders around the side and spots a lump in the leaves. All he can see is the bottom of a boot and blood splattered across the orange of the fallen leaves.Â
His stomach plummets and he races towards it. But itâs not you buried under the foliage, itâs the man who offered you a ride. âWhat the hell?â He kneels, brushing the leaves off his chest and frowning when he sees the blood splattered all along his chest.Â
He doesnât need to look long to figure out what killed him. Heâs sure the bullet buried in his heart did the job. Arthur curses and stalks away from the man. There are prints where the horses were but there are too many to tell which one you might have taken.Â
Heâll have to rely on instinct to find you. Youâre becoming a real pain in the ass for what was supposed to be a simple job. Still, he canât help but be a little relieved that it was a stranger and not you lying dead on the ground.Â
He turns back onto the road, taking the turn into town. Someone on horseback rides past him, they look disgusted by something up ahead and it makes alarms go off in his head. He urges Diablo forward, running the rest of the way into town.Â
An unsaddled mare lazily eats some grass as the sound of a rushing river meets his ears. Diabloâs hooves sound off against the wood of the bridge. He finally sees what disturbed the other rider so much.Â
Youâre sitting on the railing of the bridge, legs dangling dangerously over the edge as you stare down into the crashing waters below you. Arthur gets off his horse, approaching you slowly. He doesnât want to startle you and have you go tumbling over the edge.Â
He calls out your name and you glance briefly over at him. Blood is splattered across your neck and the front of your shirt is soaked with it. He knows it isnât yours but it still puts him on edge. âWhatâre you doinâ kid?âÂ
You donât answer him, âDid you follow me?â He eases up beside you, straddling the railing so he can catch you if you slip. He nods and you let out a rough sigh. âIs he dead?â
He scoffs, âSure as shit hope so, donât know how someone would survive that.â
A manic laugh bursts through your lips and you double over your head falling into your hands. Arthur surges forward, steadying you before you dive headfirst into the river. âAlright, letâs go,â he quietly urges you around. You donât put up a fight, letting him maneuver you how he likes.
He gets you on your feet and leads you back to Diablo. You latch onto the horse's reigns immediately, stroking your hand over his mane. Your silence is concerning. Arthur doesnât know what your regular behavior is, the most heâs seen of you, you have been quiet. This is different, though. Heâs seen this sort of quiet in women before and it never ends pretty.Â
âYouâre alright, come on,â he tries to keep his voice low so he doesnât set you off. He keeps his hands light as they land around your waist, giving you help onto Diabloâs saddle. Your gaze is distant and you move like someone else is controlling your body.Â
He collects the mare youâd brought along with you and leads both horses into town. Heâll have to get a saddle for her, she already seems attached to you. And maybe taking a horse with you into the city will let you escape a little.Â
The town, at least, is on the way to Strawberry so he doesnât have to worry about being too far off schedule. Though, thatâs the least of his concerns right now. His eyes keep darting up to you. Waiting for you to try and bolt again or finally break down. It doesnât look like anything is going on in your head, you seem completely distanced from the situation.Â
Itâs a good thing for him. He canât handle a distraught woman. Heâs not a kind enough man for it.Â
He hitches the horses in front of the hotel. You turn in the saddle, staring down at him and waiting for a hand down. You slide easily through his hands, landing in the mud with a dull thud and heading up the stairs of the hotel without prompt.Â
He huffs and follows after you. He doesnât know how to explain the blood on your clothes away and hopes he wonât have to. The man running the place, thankfully, doesnât have many questions. He looks disturbed but keeps his qualms to himself when Arthur slips him a little extra cash.Â
Arthur guides you up the stairs with a light hand on your back, opening the door of the bath for you. âAlright, hereâs your room key. Iâll be out for a while so, just,â he sighs, taking in the blank look on your face and shaking his head. âTry not to cause any more trouble.â You nod and close the door behind him.Â
Thereâs no worries that youâre going to make a run for it again. Heâs sure whatever happened in those woods was scarring enough to make you want to go back to the city and never see country folk again. He wouldnât blame you, there are some nasty people out here. Himself included, but he could never imagine hurting a woman like that. It just ainât right.Â
He heads to the shop across the street, buying some new clothes for you that actually fight properly. The horses are brought to the stables and he goes ahead and gets a paper for your mare under your name. Diablo will be faster tomorrow if he doesnât have to carry the weight of two people. You might make it to your handler in time.Â
Arthur still doesnât feel right about this whole thing. Leaving you with a man youâve never met feels even worse knowing what happened to you today. He doesnât think you being so calm about it all is a good thing. Shouldnât women react?
Dutch likes to tell him women are a more sensitive breed. Heâs seen some tough ones in his life, but this seems like the time to be in hysterics if there ever was one. He heads back to the hotel, planning on just leaving the change of clothes in your room.Â
He passes by the bath and hears an odd sound seeping through the cracks. Frowning, he presses his ear up against the door. A man passes by him, giving him a disgusted look as he goes into his room. Arthur sighs but he stays where he is.Â
Itâs clearer now, youâre crying and itâs hard to listen to. It's the type that makes it hard to breathe. That sort of crying makes your ribs ache and bruise. Itâs wrong to keep listening to such a vulnerable moment. So, he does what he planned, drops the clothes in your room, and then heads to bed himself.Â
Sleep comes easier than he thought it would. Itâs not as restful as heâd been hoping but it draws over him faster than it normally does. Heâs always been a light sleeper, though. It comes from years of having to be on guard in case some OâDriscoll is gonna try and slit his throat while heâs asleep.Â
When he hears the door creak his hand is already on the trigger of his revolver as he shoots up in bed. The glow of the lamps outside illuminates whatâs clearly a womanâs form. But he canât see your face until you take a step further into the room and the moonlight provides some light.Â
âArthur?â You whisper his name, peering into his room. âAre you awake?â
âI am now,â he grumbles. With a sigh, he shoves the gun back under his pillow and runs a rough hand over his face. âWhat'd ya want?â
You let out a low breath and rock back on your heels. âIâm sorry,â you mutter. âI just, I canât sleep. I keep thinking heâs gonna creep out of my closet or bust through the door, I-â
You cut yourself off but he can hear the emotion thickening your voice. He clenches his eyes shut in irritation, arguing with himself over what heâs about to say. âYou wanna sleep in here?â He mumbles reluctantly.Â
You close the door immediately, practically running towards his bed. âYou donât mind?â
Youâre not really giving him a choice, but heâs not going to say that to you. âNo.â He grabs a pillow and blanket off the bed and rounds the end of the mattress. You frown as you watch him toss everything to the ground.Â
âWell, whatâre you doing?â
âWhatâs it look like?â He snaps, angrily gesturing towards the floor. âIâm givinâ you the bed.âÂ
You bite your lip and he feels horrible instantly because you look like youâre about to cry. Heâs not trying to be rude but you woke him up in the dead of night. Whatâd you expect him to say?
âI was sort of hoping we could share the bed.â
His eyes widen and he glares at you in disbelief. âYou mean-â
âNo!â You cut him off with an aggrieved sigh. âYou fool, thatâs not what I mean at all. I just donât want to be alone, alright?âÂ
âLook,â he scoffs and shakes his head. âI donât think Iâm the man you want to bunk with for company, alright. Iâm not that kind of guy.â You glare at him and snatch his pillow and blanket off the floor.Â
âDonât be so damn stubborn.â You aggressively fluff the pillows, throwing the covers back and gesturing towards them, your brow set in anger.Â
âRight,â he huffs, âIâm stubborn.â He reluctantly crawls into bed and you follow behind him. Itâs not that he minds sharing a bed with a pretty lady. Heâs just not the sort of guy you should be coming to for comfort.Â
He doesnât think he can provide whatever it is you need at this moment. But you seem to think otherwise as you inch towards him slowly. He lays on his back, arms under his head as he watches you out of the side of his eye. You think youâre being subtle, slowly moving into his side until youâre flush against him.Â
He doesnât say anything to object and you donât bring up the proximity. He doesnât want to admit it but it is nice having someone else beside him. Heâs so used to camping out on his own. He hasnât had anyone beside him in a long while. He lost interest in women of leisure a long while ago. And ever since Mary, heâs given up on any sort of intimacy.Â
He hates to admit it, but he finds himself easing towards the warmth you provide. The second you feel him reciprocating youâre inching a tentative hand around his waist, cuddling closer to him. He recognizes it for what it is.Â
Heâs always been looked at as someone who can protect, at least by the gang. Heâs their muscle. To most others, he incites nothing but fear. It should be the same for you. But after what happened today, you just see someone who can keep the monsters in the dark away.Â
He doesnât mind being used like this. He wraps an arm around your shoulders and waits until he feels you settle to ease into sleep again.Â
Arthur figures you should both get breakfast in town while youâre here. He reasons you should enjoy a hot meal before youâre on the road again. You donât point out that you know heâs just trying to ease you into the day.Â
You appreciate it, honestly, but yesterday wasnât your first run-in with men like that. Itâs become incomprehensibly normal in day-to-day life, even for a city girl like yourself. Youâd cried everything out in the bath once youâd scrubbed your skin raw.Â
You donât think Arthur will ever understand just how much his presence helped you last night. If youâd been on your own, jumping every time you heard the wood creaking outside, youâd have driven yourself over the edge. He protected you, even if there was nothing to be protected from.Â
You donât think he gives himself enough credit. Ignoring the situation youâre both in and what heâs taking you to do, heâs a good man. While the caliber of the men youâve met is questionable at best, heâs one of the best ones youâve ever known. At the end of the day, he disagrees with the whole situation, but heâs doing this for his family. Thatâs admirable in its own way.Â
But, god, does he have poor conversational skills. âSo, yesterday.â You glance up from your toast, brows raised in question. He clears his throat, eyes darting between you and his food like he canât choose what to focus on. âThat man, did heâŚâ
He trails off and you feel your hackles rise. âDonât worry,â you hiss, a bite to your words, âIâm still pure for my husband. Your pay wonât be docked, if thatâs what youâre worried about.â
His hand clenches around his fork and his eyes bore into yours, âThatâs not what I meant,â he growls. âI wasnât worried about that,â he snaps, âI was worried âbout you, woman.â
You take in a deep breath, actively biting your tongue from saying something spiteful. He wasnât being rude, thatâs just what youâre used to. âIâm sorry,â you concede lowly. âNothing happened,â you repeat without the attitude.Â
âWell,â he huffs and goes back to his breakfast, âgood,â he settles on dully.Â
âGood,â you agree quietly, pushing the rest of your food around. You find your appetite dulled and you push the plate away. You lean back in the booth and stare out the window. The horses seem to be getting on well enough. âDid you name her?â
Arthur gives you an odd look and you nod towards the mare hitched next to Diablo. He swallows the food heâd been chewing and takes a swig of his coffee. âNo, figured youâd want to do it.â
Your brows furrow and your lips quirk in confusion. âWhy?â
âSheâs yours, ainât she?â He grouses.Â
You shake your head, âNope,â you tell him, popping the p. âI just took her so Iâd have something to get me to town.â
âYeah, well,â he sounds less sure of himself and heâs looking like he made a mistake. âI thought sheâd be nice for you to have with you in the city. A way for you to get around without relyinâ on someone else.â
You canât help but smile, something in your chest easing away at the kind gesture. âI appreciate it,â he lights up a little at your approval, but you crush it in an instant. âBut I canât keep her, I wonât be allowed to. Iâve tried to have my own horse before, hard to control something that can get away from you,â you tell him blankly. Thereâs no emotion in your voice because itâs something youâre used to.Â
He looks slightly horrified at how blunt you are. He canât comprehend not having that freedom but he fails to recognize that heâs got a leash of his own. You doubt a man like Dutch would ever let his main asset just run off to wherever he wants to.Â
A few people walk into the saloon, the women giving you odd looks when they see the pants on your legs. You smile cheekily at them, reveling in what you know will be a short-lived experience. Youâve never been on the receiving end of a judgmental look like that.Â
Youâve always blended in. Been the perfect wallflower for the men in your life. You were never something to gawk at or cause trouble. Itâs a relief to stick out for once, to break the mould for the first time in your life.Â
Arthur clocks the interaction and chuckles. âMissinâ the skirts yet?â
âNot one damn bit,â you tell him, smiling as you take a sip of your coffee. âIâm going to miss being able to run around without having to lug an extra four pounds of fabric behind me.âÂ
âYa know, you could just wear some pants, youâve got a choice.â
You grin patronizingly at him, propping your head on your chin and watching him finish the rest of his breakfast. âYou donât know city men very well, do you?â
âGlad for it,â he grumbles, distaste clear in his tone.
A laugh breaks through your chest, the first real one in a while. âIâm going to be marrying one, Arthur. I wonât have a choice in much of anything anymore.â You can tell he wants to object, tell you thereâs always a choice.Â
Heâll never truly understand whatâs going to happen to you, though. Youâre no longer human once youâre married. Youâre cattle and property, meant to be bred and shown off. You accepted your fate a long while ago. And after youâre failed escape attempt, youâve realized this is what you were always meant to be. Thereâs no point in fighting fate.Â
âDonât apologize or argue,â you tell him, no spite or bitterness in your tone, just the honest truth. âI donât mind anymore, really. What place is there for me in this world, anyway? I canât exactly take care of myself.â
âYou did a damn good job yesterday,â he snaps back quickly. He doesnât seem too keen on the way youâre talking about yourself. But youâre not lying. Yesterday was a wake-up call. If you let yourself get screwed over by a hillbilly that quickly then how were you ever going to make it on your own? In your defense, you were raised to be dependent, you never had a chance.Â
âSure, but that was a one-off incident. Iâm not going to run again, Arthur. Thereâs no point. And thereâs no point in fighting against the way things are, theyâre never going to change for me.â You take in a deep breath, the easy mood ruined by your sincerity.Â
âIâm just gonna wait by the horses.â
You slide out of the booth, leaving Arthur to stare pensively at his plate. Youâve nearly slipped through the door when Arthur calls out, âYou should name her.â You pause at the doorway, glancing back at him. Heâs settling the bill at the front and you walk back out to the horses.Â
The mare picks her head up as you walk towards her, ears perked and tail flicking. âHey, girl,â you run a hand over her muzzle, admiring the sleek silver of her coat. âI guess I should name you.â
You run a hand over her mane and swing yourself onto the saddle. âHow âbout Bullet, itâs how I got you, anyway.â A dark joke, but it eases the macabre feeling hanging around you.Â
Arthur walks out of the saloon, tucking his money away into his bag. He lifts himself onto Diablo, glancing over at you with a knowing glint.Â
âName her?â
You resent how smug he sounds. âBullet,â you answer reluctantly.Â
âBullet?â He questions, tone incredulous.Â
You grin at him, âItâs how I got her.â Thereâs a slightly stunned expression on his face before it slacks away into something more amused.Â
He shakes his head and nudges Diablo forward, Bullet follows alongside him eagerly. âClever,â he mutters.
âNot really,â you snort, running a hand over her neck lovingly. âBut I think it works for her.â
âYour husbandâs gonna have his hands full with you,â you know he means it in jest. The lightness of the conversation turns into something heavier. Realization sinks over both of you and the smiles slowly drop away. âI-â
âHow much further to Strawberry, anyway?â You effectively cut off whatever train of thought he was going to follow, distracting you both from the truth.Â
âHalf a day,â he tells you, frowning when you refuse to meet his eye again. Half a day. Thatâs all youâve got to enjoy the last bits of freedom you have. Youâre gonna take your damn time getting there, thatâs for sure.Â
You slow down from the steady trot Arthur had led the horses into, easing Bullet into a slow walk. Youâre slowly getting the hang of riding a horse. Itâs easy when sheâs so intuitive. By god, though, your ass is sore.Â
Arthur shoots you a questioning glance at the slow pace and you shrug. âMight as well take the time Iâve got left.â
âYouâre actinâ like youâre on death row,â he chuckles.Â
âArenât I?â He falls silent and you donât know whatâs bothering him but you donât have the energy to inquire.Â
Heâs slowing you down on purpose, he knows it and you know it. Neither of you says a damn thing about it but itâs bugging him. He shouldnât be this bothered by a job. He knows how to separate himself from what he does. He just canât this time.Â
Thereâs something about you that glows. Youâre sitting beside him on the peak of a hill, overlooking the roads below you, and laughing as you make up stories for the people that pass by. Itâs a far cry from the beaten-down woman heâd seen at Craneâs house.Â
Even after what happened yesterday, you somehow manage to seem happier. Thereâs nothing about it that makes him happy. This feels like the last goodbye of someone who knows theyâre going soon. The last bout of happiness before they just give in.Â
Youâre not gaining your spark back, youâre just giving in to what you think is inevitable. But it doesnât have to be inevitable. You could fight back you just refuse to. Heâs sure growing up the way you have, you donât think it's possible to stand up for yourself.Â
But you donât have to give in like this. You donât have to roll over and let someone else dictate your life. Which is rich, coming from him. Heâs practically Dutchâs lap dog now. Even when he disagrees he still follows along behind him.Â
He shouldnât even be thinking like this. He canât criticize you for not standing up for yourself when heâs the one thing standing between you and freedom. âNot hungry?â You nod towards the uneaten meat on his knife.Â
He shakes his head, plucking it off the blade and passing it to you. You give him an odd look before popping it in your mouth. âYa know,â you mutter around a full mouth. You take a moment to swallow it down before smiling over at him. âIâve grown up with private chefs my whole life, but thereâs is something infinitely more satisfying about this.â
He takes his hat off, running a hand through his hair. He snorts at your comment, âI find that hard to believe.â
âNo,â you shake your head, insistent, âI mean it. Being out here, hunting the game myself, I donât know, itâs nice.â You shrug and lean back on your hands, gazing across the way at the trees and river.Â
âYou can always get a bow and go hunting.â He speaks to you like it's a cut-and-dry truth that youâre just not accepting. Your face screws up and you give him an annoyed glare.Â
âNo. I canât,â you tell him again. Where your words were patient before, he can tell youâre growing irritated at how much heâs pushing this.
âYes, you can,â he snaps. âYou donât have to keep yourself boxed up in some manor in the city. Get out, woman, do something with your life!â His voice echoes through the air and you flinch back from it, lips pulling down into a sneer.Â
âYou know, thatâs really easy for you to say, Arthur. You have a goddamn choice. Sure, I grew up with a silver spoon in my mouth, little miss rich girl crying about being pampered.â
He lets out a rough sigh, âThatâs not what I meant-â
You cut him off, getting to your feet and glaring down at him. âYou got to grow up with a choice. What to do with your body, your life, your career. You get to have an education if you want it. Every goddamn door is open to you. You donât get hated for not wanting to have a family. You get to choose. And as much as you insist I can too, you will never understand the position I am in.â
You kick dirt over the fire and head back towards Bullet. âItâs a double-edged sword, Arthur. Sure, my life might be comfortable, but itâs never really gonna be my life.â He stays there on the ground, too stunned to get up.Â
You glare down at him, impatiently waiting for him to get a move on. This isnât how he wants things to end. He doesnât want you to go off thinking heâs just some ignorant fool. But he is, much as he denies it, heâs always been a fool.Â
He should never have thought he could make a difference in your life. Not when heâs the one backing you into this corner. He could have helped you escape the very first night he saw you. But he was too selfish to let you go, now youâre both paying for it.Â
He mounts Diablo and you both head back to the roads silently. Youâre moving faster now, leaving him behind if he lingers in one area for too long. Youâre too pissed off to enjoy the rest of your day and he hates that he ruined it for you. You, at the very least, deserved a slower journey towards your future.Â
Youâre in Strawberry before heâs ready, heâs sure you arenât. âHey, we could-â
âI think thatâs him.â You cut him off before he says something stupid like spend another night in town before you go. Heâll miss you, he thinks. Odd, heâs known you such a short time but itâs been so different having someone beside him as he rides. It was nice, what he wished he and Mary could have had.Â
Arthur follows your gaze and lets out a tired sigh. Sure enough, some prim and proper ass is standing in front of the ticket station, foot tapping impatiently. Heâs got a large bag beside him, gaze wandering around expectantly. He doesnât doubt the man who looks like heâs got a five-foot stick up his ass is Mr. Craneâs associate. Heâs got the same slimy glint.
You slide off Bullet and Arthur follows suit, taking the reigns of both horses and leading them towards the platform. The manâs eyes narrow in on you before lighting up. He calls out your name and itâs like a mask being dropped over your face.Â
The spark is gone once more, a subdued and demure smile resting on your face as you wave at him. âI apologize for my dress,â you tell him as you walk up the steps. âPants were more conducive to such a long ride.â
He takes your hand, pressing a lingering kiss to your knuckles that makes Arthur roll his eyes. âNo apologies necessary, I brought you a change of clothes. I figured you would be less than put together after such a journey. Iâm only sorry I couldnât accompany you.â
You scoff and nod along, âOkay,â you mutter, not believing a word of his bullshit. You take the bag from him and move towards the saloon to find a room to change in. They both watch you leave, though the other man with a much more devious glint in his eye.Â
Arthurâs hands tighten on the reigns of the horses, anything to keep him from reaching for his revolver. Heâs already getting a bad feeling about this. Thereâs nothing trustworthy about the man in front of him.Â
âMr. Finch,â he holds out his hand and Arthur gives it a distrusting look before reluctantly shaking. Finch attempts to squeeze the life out of his hand but Arthur can barely feel it. He tightens his own grip and revels in the way Finchâs face blanches.Â
âArthur Morgan.â
Mr. Finch looks him up and down in the same way Crane had. He sees a commodity, not a person. âI trust,â he drawls, ânothing unsavory happened.â
Arthur feels rage bubbling in his gut. The only damn thing he cares about is whether or not youâre âpure.â Not if you were okay or injured during the journey. If he told him that heâd punched you out for talking back Finch would just ask if you were bruised.Â
âSheâs fine,â Arthur grits out.Â
âOh, good, good. Glad everything went smoothly.â Finch has a way of talking heâs found most self-important men do. He draws everything he says out, and forces you to listen to him speak. Makes you pay attention so he can pretend he has power for a moment.Â
His gaze darts behind Arthur and he turns just in time to see you slipping out of the saloon. The dress Finch has provided you is ridiculously large. It poofs out at the waist in a way that makes Arthur wonder how youâre going to fit into your seat.Â
You look beyond uncomfortable. Grimacing as you join them again. You try and plaster a smile on but itâs a struggle. You look to Arthur, a finality on your face that makes him want to throw you over his shoulder and run. Heâs doing this for the others, he reminds himself. Theyâll be on a boat to Tahiti in a week.Â
âThank you, Mr. Morgan, for everything.â The smile you leave him with is real, if just barely. Something lurks under your words that Mr. Finch will never understand and Arthur knows it will drive him crazy.Â
âLetâs go,â Finch grabs your hand, looping it through his arm and tugging you towards the doors of the station.Â
âWait!â Arthur calls out, feeling foolish when you both look back at him with perplexed expressions. âYouâll be wanting Bullet, wonât you?â
Mr. Finch answers for you with a condescending tone, âShe wonât be needing a horse, thank you.â You give him a knowing smile, turning away and slipping through the doors of the station and onto the train.Â
Arthur stays rooted where he is, something crawling up in his chest and rooting around restlessly. The whistle blows and the wheels start cranking slowly forward. Arthur just barely catches a glimpse of you through a window as the train chugs past.Â
âShit!â He hisses. He tugs himself up onto Diabloâs saddle and urges him after the train. He was born a fool, heâs always going to be a damn fool. But heâd have to be a complete moron to just let you go.Â
Mr. Finch keeps a painfully tight grip on your elbow, jerking you through the passenger cars and practically throwing you into your seat. You land with a thud, your arm bouncing against the window painfully. You keep a stoic expression, trying not to let him break you so soon.Â
He takes a seat beside you, straightening out his jacket and tugging on his tie. Something white flashes in his jacket pocket and you lean forward, perplexed when you realize what it is. âWhat is that?â You question, not quite believing your eyes. Finch glances down at the thick wad of cash in his jacket and grins.Â
âOh, this? Mr. Morgan must have forgotten to collect the rest of his payment.â He sends you a condescending smile and you flinch away in disgust. âHe was too enamored with my fiancee to pay much attention, Iâm afraid.â
âThatâs his money,â you snap, the volume of your voice catching the attention of a few other passengers. Finch sends them apologetic smiles, making you seem like a mad woman. âHe earned that!â You object, eyeing the money warily.Â
His hand snakes out, gripping you tightly around the arm and dragging you towards him until your noses are nearly touching. You nearly gag at the smell of his cigar-infused breath. Itâs not like when Arthur would smoke one, you didnât mind that. But this was making you sick to your stomach.Â
âLet's get a few things clear, I will not be dealing with an obstinate wife. You can either get yourself in order or Iâll do it for you.â
Your lips pull back in disgust and you jerk yourself out of his grip. Heâs not as strong as he pretends to be and youâre not going to be scared into submission again. âIâm not your wife yet. My father still has time to pay.â
He laughs at you, spittle flying from your lips and sprinkling across your cheeks. âHe has time to pay, but that doesnât mean heâll be getting you back, sweetheart.â Your eyes widen with the realization and you want to throw yourself off the side of the train.Â
You never had any chance to get out of this situation. Mr. Crane was always in control of it all. To even think of having a hope of getting back home was foolish. To believe for a second that you were going to escape this had been utter idiocy.Â
He sees the crestfallen expression and sinks into his seat with a satisfactory look on his face. He thinks you to be subdued. But now youâre nothing more than a cornered animal with no other choice of escape. Youâve got nothing left for you, nothing to hold onto.Â
As much as youâd thought youâd bonded with Arthur, you were still nothing more than a job to him. You were nothing more than a commodity to be traded between men. You would never have a say over your life.Â
You have nothing, you doubt you ever actually had anything left for you. You glance over at the man beside you and feel a cool dread blanket itself over you. Nothing left to lose.Â
Thereâs a solid weight tucked into the bodice of your dress. Its cool metal has been warmed by your skin. Its handle curves around your ribs and it only has one bullet left. You reach down the front of your dress, fingers curling around the revolver youâd stolen from a dead man.Â
Finch glowers at your inappropriate behavior âWhat are-â You pull the gun out, turning it on him. He jumps back in shock and throws his hands in the air on instinct. âPlease-â you revel in his pathetic pleading only for a moment. Pulling the trigger a second time is surprisingly easy. The screams that ring out through the train car are less enjoyable. âShit!â He cusses, hands coming up to try and staunch the flow of blood pouring from his stomach.Â
You slip your hand into his blazer, stealing the money before he can object. You run out of the passenger car, leaping to the flat car with all the cargo. It will take a few minutes for them to catch onto what happened and figure out where you went.Â
You donât know what youâre going to do now. Youâre stuck on a moving train, thereâs nowhere for you to hide. You hadnât thought when youâd shot him, you just wanted that smug look on his face to disappear.Â
âWhere is she?â You hear the guards shouting out your name, flipping over crates to find you. Theyâre still at the front of the train, but you donât have long until they start moving back here.Â
God, what have you done?
You just know, if you made it to that train station, you were never going to make it out. His men would be waiting there to transport you. Youâd be watched every second of your life, you canât do it again. You canât be locked in a gilded cage, thatâs not a life worth living.Â
Thereâs no escape for you. Nowhere left to run, nowhere to hide. You glance over the left side of the train. Thereâs a slight dip into a deep ravine. The crashing water looks almost peaceful from up here.Â
You donât know if it would be a quick death but you know it would be merciful compared to whatâs waiting for you at your last stop. You keep your eyes on the water, see yourself taking control of your life for the first time, and take a step up on the rail.Â
Someone shouts your name from the right side of the train and you gasp, arms circling wildly as you almost go toppling over the edge. They shout your name again, panic laced in the tone. This doesnât sound like Finch or any of the other guards. You whip around and find Arthur riding his horse beside the train.Â
âWhat the hell are you doing, woman?âÂ
Your brows furrow in confusion and your eyes dart between him and the ravine. âJumping! What the hell are you doing?â
His gaze narrows and he shouts to be heard over the rumble of the train tracks. âStopping you from being a goddamn fool. Get over here!â You hear the guards getting closer as they storm down the rest of the train.Â
You donât have long to make a decision, you can already see his horse struggling to keep up with the speed of the train. Thereâs a bridge coming up in a moment, he wonât be able to go any further and they wonât be able to come after you.Â
Itâs a split-second decision, one that has you pushing off the railing of the car and rushing towards him. You donât have time to doubt yourself or plan this out further, you take a running leap off the train, towards his outstretched arms.Â
He barely catches you in time, jerking on the reigns of the horse and bringing him to a sudden stop before all three of you go tumbling into the water. Shots fire off on the train, but theyâre gone before they can do any real damage.Â
Your chest heaves as you dangle from his arms, fingers digging into his shirt desperately. Your heart is pounding so hard against your chest that you almost canât hear what heâs saying, but you get the gist of it.Â
âThe hell were you thinking? Trying to jump off the damn train! Youâre a fool, woman.â He tugs you onto the saddle the rest of the way. As much as he tries to sound angry you can feel his relief in the way he squeezes you close to him.Â
âThank you,â you whisper, head sinking into his neck and breathing in the familiar scent.Â
He sighs, struggling between yelling at you more and just enjoying the fact that he got to you before you did something neither of you could recover from. âYouâre welcome, just,â he pauses, holding you a little closer, âdonât be so damn stupid again.â
You laugh and itâs a little wet as tears start to pool in your eyes. âIâm not planning on it.â You sit up, easing away from him and glancing over your shoulder. You watch as the train grows smaller until you can only see a plume of smoke and nothing more. âWhat the hell are we going to do?â
He sighs and turns the horse around. You maneuver yourself around, facing forward and pushing back against him. âI donât know. Dutch ainât gonna be happy about you cominâ back with me.âÂ
You bite your lip, a hundred different possibilities swirling through your head. Youâve never been able to make a choice before, faced with it, youâre overwhelmed with options. You canât pick one so you blurt out the first coherent thought you have.Â
âWhat if we donât go back?â
Arthur stills behind you, âWhat?â His tone is low and filled with something you know means heâs ready to say no.Â
âJust for a little while,â you rush the words out quickly, trying to fight for a chance to get him to listen. âWe can send this to the camp,â you tug out the wad of cash youâd stolen from Finch and Arthur barks out a laugh. You feel his chest tremble behind you and it makes you grin.Â
âDid you steal his money?â
âYour money, technically,â you correct, grinning over your shoulder at him. âBesides, he doesnât need it anymore.â He gives you a concerned look but you just wave him off. âWe can send the camp some money and go off on our own for a while.â
âI donât know, kid.â
âDonât call me that,â you interrupt, glaring at him. âItâll only be for a little while, Arthur. Come on, Iâm free for the first time in my life, enjoy it with me.â
He looks uncertain and you know itâs an odd notion to him, putting himself first instead of the camp or Dutch. Youâre sure heâs never done it before. Breaking away from them instead of going about like the loyal soldier he is.Â
âJust a little while?â
You nod, turning just enough to tuck the money in his pocket. âJust a little while,â you swear.
âJohn Marston!â You frown, turning away from the oven and glancing out the window. Arthurâs grinning by the gates of the horse pen, leaping over the wood, and walking out to greet someone. You abandon the stew, heading towards the door of your home.Â
Outside are two horses, one with a woman and her son, and an abandoned one. The owner is currently bringing Arthur into a brief embrace, John, you presume. Arthurâs told you about him a bit. They werenât always close but it was getting better before Arthur went away.Â
Sometimes you feel bad, having dragged him away from everything he was familiar with. You meant it when you said you only wanted to be gone for a little while. You knew if you went back immediately there would be hell to pay with Dutch and youâd both be put to work.Â
Youâd be going from one owner to another. All youâd wanted was a few weeks on the road on your own. But a few weeks turned into six months and then a year, and it was Arthur telling you he couldnât go back. He couldnât stand what the gang was turning into. What Dutch was turning into. All youâd given him was an excuse to finally get out before it all blew up.
You walk down the steps of the home Arthur built, wiping your hands off on your apron. You give a brief wave to the woman you assume is Abigail. She waves back, slipping off the horse and helping Jack down.Â
Arthur pulls away from John, turning towards you and motioning you forward. John gives you an apprehensive look. âDo I know you?â
Arthur gives him your name, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pulling you in closer. âThat job Dutch got from Crane.â Johnâs face lights up with recognition and he smirks.Â
âI see,â he shakes his head and gives Arthur a knowing look. âItâs always a woman with you, isnât it?â You snort at how aggrieved Arthur looks. âWell,â John turns towards you and smiles, ânice to finally meet the woman that got him under control.â
âNice to meet you too,â you smile lightly at him, pulling away from Arthur. âAre you going to be joining us for dinner?â
âNo, heâs not,â Arthur answers at the same time John says, âI would love to.â
Arthur and John share a look you canât understand. You glance past John and wave Abigail forward, âCome in, please. Iâd enjoy the company.â
âForgive my obstinate husband, he tends to linger where he ainât wanted.â She brushes past him and you lead her inside your home. Leaving Arthur and John to bicker outside. Jack stays outside, smiling up at Arthur. You know heâs missed the boy, youâre sure heâs okay entertaining them for one night.Â
Abigail helps you set the table while Arthur and John catch up over a bottle of whiskey. Arthur tried to pull out a cigar but youâd shut that down quick. Heâd had a cough a little while ago and the doctor advised cutting down on tobacco if he wanted it to go away. You know itâs hard but youâre cracking down on how much he smokes.Â
âWe got the money you sent,â Johnâs telling Arthur as they come over to join you all at the table. Jack eagerly hops into the seat beside Arthur before you can snag it and you grin. âDutch blew it all and wouldnât tell us on what. He kept saying we still needed another score.â
John shakes his head and the distant look in his eyes makes your stomach churn. âYouâre a lucky bastard you got out when you did, Arthur, truly.â
âHosea?â Arthur questions and you grimace at the look on Johnâs face. You can see Arthur deflate as John shakes his head.Â
âThere was a bank robbery, Molly told the Pinkertons we were going to be there, he didnât make it.â
Arthurâs hand clenches around the fork and you wish you could say something that would make him realize itâs not his fault. âI should have been there,â he mutters.Â
âWouldnât have done anything, man. Hosea had given up in the end. We all had. It was so damn divided, the family was gone.â
âStill.â Arthur insists, glaring down at his plate like it had offended him.Â
âNo,â to your surprise itâs Abigail that snaps. âDutch was gone and that bastard Micah just kept pushing him over the edge. The only thing you would have done is get yourself killed. Youâre damn lucky Arthur Morgan.â
Youâre sure heâll still blame himself later. Reason a hundred times over that had he been there something would have been different. Even if it was him on the other end of the gun heâd be happier knowing someone else hadnât died when it could have been him. You couldnât stand that these self-sacrificing ideals Dutch had drilled into him were still present.Â
But you know Abigail and John help ease the guilt slightly. Itâs on Arthur to let it go entirely, though you doubt that will happen anytime soon. John picks up on the change in mood, heâs reluctant to let the night sour so soon.Â
He turns towards you with a look that makes you feel like you need to prepare for trouble. âSo you did all that to escape getting married. And then you marry this moron?â He motions towards Arthur and you canât help but laugh.Â
âJohn!â Abigail snaps but he only smiles at her. You can see the way she fights the twitch of her lips and it makes you smile in turn.Â
You correct him, âWeâre not technically married-â
âMight as well be,â Arthur argues, glaring at John. You reach across the table, taking his hand in yours and gently squeezing. You canât help but laugh at him.Â
âYeah, we might as well be,â you agree. âBut it was never about not wanting to be a wife. I just wanted to have a damn choice. Thatâs what I got out here. I can hunt or cook. Sew or go out and make some money. And itâs a lot nicer being a wife out in the country than it is in the city, Iâll tell you that much.â
âHereâs hoping,â Abigail mutters. She glances towards Arthur, âThatâs why weâre out here. We got word from a few people that you might be lurking around here. Johnâs thinking of getting a house, really settling down.â
Arthur sighs, leaning back in his chair and glaring at John. âThatâs why youâre here? You want a handout,â he accuses.Â
âNo!â John snaps. âDammit, Arthur, why you always gotta assume the worst of me?â
âBecause itâs usually true,â Arthur mutters. âIf thatâs not what you want then what is it?â
John purses his lips and lets out a spluttering breath. âA loan,â he lands on, struggling to find the right word.Â
Arthur barks out a laugh, slapping his hand on the table and poking a knowing finger into Johnâs chest. âI knew it!â
John swats his hand away and glares. âLook, Morgan, I only need a little. Just to buy some animals, get started on the house.â
âWhatâd ya want Marston, my whole damn house?â
Abigail lands a gentle hand on your arm and nods to the porch. âTheyâll be at it for a while.â You nod and leave the table, following her to the swing out back. She settles down on it with a sigh, gazing out at the trees that line your home.Â
âYouâve got a nice life out here.â
You smile fondly, âI like to think so. Weâre thinking about getting a few cows, maybe starting a proper ranch.â
Her face lights up at the idea and she laughs. âThatâs what John wants. Itâs unbelievable how similar they are, theyâre too thick-headed to see it.â
You can still vaguely hear them bickering inside the house. You peer inside and see Jack sitting at the table, watching them both with an entranced expression. You canât help but grin at the look on Arthurâs face. Heâs laying into John but he looks happier than youâve seen him in a while.Â
You know heâs missing everybody, has been for a long time. Maybe if Abigail and John are close by heâll have that sense of familiarity again. âThe others,â you start, turning back to Abigail. âCharles and Sadie, what happened to everyone else?â
âA few of them are living good lives, some of them arenât. Most of them are drifting, not ready to give up the outlaw life just yet.â
âItâs hard to watch the world change while youâre still stuck in the same spot.â You brush some hair out of your eyes and smile at Abigail. âMe and Arthur are gonna help you and John. But Iâd like it if you were both close by. It would be nice to have someone familiar near us, weâre pretty lonely up here.â
She gives you a brief smile back, âI think that would be nice.â
Johnâs voice picks up from inside and you jump, âOh thatâs a load of bull-â
Abigailâs smile drops and she leans over your shoulder to shout, âWatch it!â at John. You laugh when you see the perturbed look on his face. She motions towards his son and Arthur gives John a smug look.Â
âYou gonna help him?â You ask Arthur as you settle into bed later. He opens his arms, pulling you into his embrace once youâre settled under the covers.Â
âJohn?â You nod, brushing a strand of hair out of his eyes. âYeah, âcourse Iâm gonna help him. But thereâs nothing wrong with jerking him around a little bit first.â
You roll your eyes and shake your head, tucking yourself under his chin. You almost think heâs asleep but then heâs speaking up again. âWe should really do it.â
You pull back, brows furrowed in confusion. âDo what?â
Thereâs a certain look in his eyes that causes something to swirl in your stomach. Itâs not an unpleasant feeling, just an excited one, âGet married.â
You give him a bewildered look, shaking your head in disbelief. Nearly five years youâve both been living out here and heâs never once mentioned getting married. You never thought you two actually needed it. You always knew what you were to each other, how much you meant to one another.Â
You were each otherâs salvation. Thereâs no telling what graves you would be laying in were it not for Dutch bringing you both together. You hadnât thought he wanted to be married, he always told you heâd given those dreams up. âYou really mean that?â
He shrugs like itâs the easiest decision in the world. âMight as well, right?âÂ
You shake your head, but thereâs no fighting the way your lips curl up. âYouâre a fool, Arthur Morgan.â
He nods, dipping his head down to press a gentle kiss on your temple. He treats you so gently, it makes you want to cry. But then he goes and says something ridiculous like, âYeah, a fool for you,â and he makes you laugh.Â
You tug him down, lips nearly touching his. âYes,â you whisper, âIâll marry you.â You were always scared of living a life like this. Being tied to one man for the rest of your time on earth. But heâs not some city man looking to make you into a pet. He lets you live, breathe, and be free. Heâs a partner not a warden and thatâs all youâve ever wanted.Â
end. â I do not own the characters or the game Red Dead Redemption 1/2, but this writing is my own all rights reserved Š not-neverland06 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.
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Cat-enaries - Min Yoongi / Suga
Part two of Cat-astropheÂ
Summary: all these series of meaningful acts, but you still donât know where your relationship stands.Â
Genre/tags: Fluff, smut (protected sex, vanilla)
Pairing: Yoongi x she/her/afab reader
a/n: this is my first time writing smut! T_T
Ever since that eventful night you spent at Yoongiâs place, where both of you got drunk and eventually ended up sleeping on the same bed together (just sleeping!), and him wanting to get to know you more, you continued to see each other more and more. Mostly after you came back home from work, but it could be on weekends too if both of you did not have any other plans.Â
After a while you began to know some of Yoongiâs friends, and same thing for him as well. He had a small circle but you were surprised on how they bring out the best out of him. He had been doing all these small gestures just like randomly giving you snacks, offering to babysit your cat when you were busy, or just simply wanting your company while he was producing music. Occasionally he would invite you to a party from his management, where you met his co-workers.Â
He would only introduce you by your name though, never any label following behind the introduction. A friend? A neighbor? No, just your name. All these things he had done, and never once did he ever mention about relationship, or at least to put a name on your situation.Â
It had only been three, going on four months, you kept telling yourself. Maybe he wanted to get to know you slowly and throughly and did not want to rush things. But then again, you knew how straightforward Yoongi was and he would had at least said something about it if that was the case. Maybe it was for the best, reminding yourself of the traumas you got from your past relationships, maybe it was better to take things slowly. But what made you anxious was the thought of falling by yourself.
Tonight you both agreed to watch a horror movie together at your apartment, with the occasion being you just got a promotion. The promotion happened two weeks prior, but both of you were busy. Yoongi had already sent you a dozen of donuts as a celebratory gift, but you insisted on wanting to spend some quality time with him.
âHave you eaten?â You asked as you opened your apartment door for Yoongi.Â
âI have.â He simply said and immediately bent down to greet your pet who was meowing by his feet.Â
âHe misses you.âÂ
âWe see each other a lot, donât be a clingy cat.â He smiled and booped the catâs tiny nose. He picked Cookie up and lightly kissed his forehead before letting him back to roam around the house.Â
The scene made your heart race and you cleared your throat. âWell, I also miss you.â You said, hoping Yoongi would catch your intention.Â
âI miss you too.â He giggled and ruffled your hair instead, before walking to sit down on your sofa, completely unaware by how disappointed you were. âWeâre watching Exhuma, right?â He asked.Â
You hummed in agreement, hoping he wouldnât catch the slight disappointment in the tone of your voice. âYou wanna drink something?â
âAnythingâs fine.âÂ
You muttered an âokayâ before going to your fridge and grabbed two cans of Sprite and small bowl of popcorn you had made beforehand. You sit down next to him and played the movie and thought to yourself. There wasnât really anything affectionate happening after you spent the night at his. You had never really kissed officially with you being sober, maybe only once when he kissed your forehead when you went to roller skate together, that was if that could even be counted.Â
That day you were struggling to keep your balance and he caught you in his embrace just when you were about to fall frontward. He was laughing and despite being annoyed, you couldnât help but to get swayed by the sound of his laughter. You didnât get to process it that much when you felt his lips lightly pressed against your forehead. It happened just for a few second before he let go and simply asked if you were okay.Â
Reminiscing the moment had your whole body warm. You put your feet up and hugged your knees together. Yoongi looked to your side, noticing your behavior.Â
âAre you cold?âÂ
âUh, I donât know.â It was the opposite, you dummy! You secretly complained.Â
âHere,â He grabbed you by your shoulder and scooted you closer to him. âBetter?â
âSlightly.â You said, you didnât realize you were pouting while saying it.Â
Yoongi sighed, but a small smile was on his lips. âOnly slightly?âÂ
âOnly slightly.â You were annoyed by this point, but you felt awful for wanting to ask, and basically begging, for any skinship from him.Â
âHey, whatâs wrong?â He softly asked while stroking your shoulder gently.Â
âDo you not like me like that?â You said while avoiding his gaze. âAm I reading the whole situation wrong? Do you just wanna be friends?â
Yoongi chuckled and it annoyed you further more. He had the audacity to find this hilarious while you felt confused and hurt.Â
âYoongi, this isnât funny.âÂ
âOn what situation is what weâre doing considered as just friends?â His words immediately made you look back at him.Â
âI donât know! You never really said anything about us being a thing, anything, andâŚâ You found it hard to admit that you basically were asking for his affection. âNevermind, this is stupid! Letâs just get back to the movieâŚâ
âLook at me.â
âNo.â You refused, even when your heart was beating faster at his request.Â
âY/N, look at me.â He said again, this time softly grabbing your chin to make you face him.Â
Not a single word came out from him after that, only him dipping down quickly to meet your lips. You were surprised but shortly melted into his kiss and found yourself returning it. He was taking his time tasting your lips. His kisses were very gentle that it almost made you beg for more. Slowly his tongue made an entrance and you welcomed it swiftly. A small low moan escaped your lips as you parted them wider for him to access you.Â
And when it was done, mainly because both of you were completely breathless, Yoongi hugged you. He chuckled and this time you couldnât help but to smile as well.Â
âI like you. Maybe in love at this point.â He confessed with you still wrapped in his embrace. âI couldnât recall when exactly the shift to love began and Iâve been thinking to myself these past few weeks⌠but every time I see you, I keep wondering if there was even any moment when I wasnât.â
You blushed at this and snuggled closer, hugging him tighter.
âI feel like Iâve been buying extra portions of my food a little too often, been on Instagram more just to send you some random internet memes that you like so much, been making sure I hear that door opening sound when you come home from work, been thinking about you twenty four seven that my music starts to have your vibe, the melodies just sound like they were made for you and I couldnât even explain howâŚâ He chuckled at the last mention. âThe composer even told me that my work has a romantic touch to it lately.â
He broke the hug so he could look at you and smiled, showing his gum a bit. âIâve given up cause honestly, I canât even remember what was life before all these feelings.â He shrugged playfully. âHonestly, I donât think I even wanna remember how life feels without these emotions.â
Your eyes got teary all of the sudden. Your view was getting a bit blurry. A small laugh, mixture of both relief and happiness, escaped your very own lips before you crashed them back on his. Yoongi immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back close to him. The kiss was more desperate this time, demanding, needy, but most importantly, filled with overwhelming feelings you both had for each other.Â
Yoongi swiftly pulled your body and brought you on his lap without breaking the contact on your lips. A muffled squeal came out from you, but you instantly put your arms over his shoulder, deepening the kiss.Â
After moments of tongue dancing between the two of you, you pulled back first because once again he had you breathless, but it seemed like he didnât want you to rest yet, as the moment you pulled away, his lips found their way on your neck, leaving trails of the softest kisses. You bit the insides of your lower lip, trying to subdue the moans that were eager to get out. His thigh being exactly between your legs was certainly not helping you either. Hearing you trying to conceal your voice made him looked up. The sight of you flinching concerned him.Â
His right hand palmed your cheek. âIâm sorry, are you uncomfortable? Is this too much?âÂ
You blush at the tenderness and shook your head in disagreement. âNo⌠uh, Iâm not uncomfortableâŚâ
Yoongi smiled at you and quickly kissed your forehead. âOkay.â He simply said, before he went back to put his attention on your neck, showering it with pecks. You were still making low sounds, not trying to conceal your voice as much, just humming with your mouth closed. Your body was still tense but was progressively easing the more his lips kisses you.Â
His hands started to move up underneath your top, just shyly under your bra, as if he wasnât sure if you would grant him more than that. When an open-mouthed moan finally came out from you, Yoongi took it as his green light and began to bring the movement of his hands upwards, gently fondling your clothed breasts, which promptly made your body turned into jelly against him. You could only bury your head on his neck, letting him continue toying your chest.Â
Your eyes shot open at the feel of him unclasping your bra. The touch of his palms meeting your bare breasts sent heat through you that instantly went south. You whimpered and hugged him close, burying your face further on his neck.Â
âYou okay?â He chuckled, not stopping but decreased the pacing of his hands. The angle now making it awkward due to your body pressing closer to him.Â
âIâm just shy.â You said while still not moving from your position.Â
âYou donât wanna continue? Cause I donât mind.â He said as he moved one hand to soothe your back.Â
âN-no, Yoongi I just⌠kinda just getting all insecure cause itâs the first time youâll be seeing me and Iâm just scared if Iâd look weird to you.âÂ
âYouâre perfect.â He told you and he meant it.Â
âI havenât done this in a while.â You said with a slight moping tone.Â
âSo do I.â He took your hands to pry them apart from him. He guided them to his chest where you could feel his heart beating rapidly. âDo you think Iâm not nervous?â
You looked at him and couldnât help but to smile. But when you looked down, you realized a growing bulge was present and that seemingly he was not only nervous, but excited as well.Â
âYou also seem excitedâŚâ You giggled.Â
âNot exactly my fault now is it.âÂ
âItâs okay,â You looked up to the ceiling. âI may or may not be soaking through my panties now as well.â That earned a groan from him.Â
âDo you want me to help?â He breathed out. His hands now holding your waist steadily, thumb grazing your underboob. âOr we could totally just makeout and itâs alright.â
âYoongi.â
âYeah?â
âContinue⌠please.â
He groaned once again before lifting both your top and bra at the same time. As the garments sat just above your chest, the view of your nipples perking out just for him had the man salivating. Slowly, he lifted you to his side and laid you down so you could rest on your back on the sofa. He bent down and proceeded to pepper your chest and breasts with soft feather-like kisses, almost as if you would break if he pressed harder. He looked up and felt his ego somewhat boosted with the scene of you biting your lips, whimpering.Â
He kissed your right nipple and began to sensually nip and twirl his tongue around it, that was it for you. You fully moaned when his right hand pinched your left nipple and twisted it. You brought your hand to your mouth, trying to repress the arousing sound coming from your mouth from being too loud.Â
âItâs just me.â He mumbled into your skin, one hand went to trace the line on your back.Â
But thatâs the problem. Yoongi himself was your main weakness.Â
He continued to play with your twins, lapping the buds with his tongue, making sure he gave both of them the same treatment. Slowly his right hand traveled downwards, caressing your middle through your sweatpants. Your breath hitched.Â
âEverything okay?â He asked again.Â
âY-yeah.â You managed to vocalize.Â
âCan I take these off?â He said, tugging slightly at the band of your pants.Â
You only nodded and he kissed your forehead. He proceeded to deliberately slide down your bottoms, leaving you with your exposed panties.Â
Yoongi gulped at the sight of your damp underwear. A small patch of wet spot could be seen and he could not lie to himself and felt proud of his doings. He bent down and kissed your lips for a second before flashing a soft smile.Â
âCan we continue in your room?â Before you answered, he followed. âI want you to feel comfy while I eat you out.âÂ
That sentence almost had you hollering. Â
âOkayâŚâ You breathed out heavily and took his hand, dragging him inside your bedroom.Â
Just after he closed the door, for a split second you saw a smirk visible on his face, before he scooped you up in his arms. You gasped, and he quickly pecked your lips before gently laid you on the bed. He brought his right hand to caress your thigh softly, slowly moving upwards to your crotch area. You moaned instantly at the contact.Â
His middle and ring finger moved up and down, petting your core through the cotton cloth. The pace slowly increasing, and so did the volume of your pleas. You could feel your body turning into jelly already when neither his fingers or lips had touched your naughty bits yet.Â
Finally you felt one of his finger tugging and pulling your underwear. You gladly, almost too eagerly, helped him by wiggling out from it, as you watched him pulling it loose and dropped them to your floor. He pulled you slightly so you were close to the edge of your bed, and he bent down on his knees. He gaped at your glistening core, and he really was ogling for a hot minute, lost at his thoughts.Â
âStop staring at me like that.â You quickly clamped your legs together.Â
âIâm sorry, I just couldnât believe this.â He chuckled, hands on your thigh, meddling your legs back to spread out for him. âI havenât done this in a whileâŚâ
âYouâve told me.â Your eyes searched for his.Â
âNo, I mean, I might be rusty⌠if it feels weird or if you wanna stop, we can stop anytime.â
You could see the nervousness and self-consciousness in him and it made you wanna love him even more.Â
âI just wanna taste you so bad right now.âÂ
He hunched closer in between your legs and dived in. He licked a bit, tasting you in his tongue. At that moment he decided it was his favorite flavor. He licked a full strip your labia, before then letting his tongue danced around it, making out with your cunt. He tried to make a mental note on which part made your back arched, which side made you moan louder. Hoping the next time, if you would let him, he promised himself he would make you feel ten times better.Â
A loud yelp came out from you when he slid in his middle finger. You bit your lips, feeling shaky. He carried on trusting you, slowly in and out, pacing increasing at the same time as his tongue on your clit. He then added his ring finger and you felt it effortlessly sliding into your sopping wet hole. The attack from both his tongue and fingers quickly trembled you down. You felt your stomach came into a knot and your insides clenched.Â
âY-Yoongi⌠IâŚâ
You could not form a sentence and Yoongi seemed to be too immersed to respond your pleas as he kept his tempo. You were grasping onto the bedsheets, back arching towards him, and then the orgasm hit you.Â
The image of Yoongi smirking with your slick trailing down his chin would now be forever embed on your brain. It would certainly be in your dreams for quite some time.Â
âThat was⌠okay, right?âÂ
âThat was incredible.â You said through panting.Â
The guy smiled and kissed the crown of your head. He pulled his t-shirt off in one go and kissed you once again. You broke off the kiss first, pulling him by the neck so he could crawl on the bed with you. Now with you under him, he then kissed your neck before sliding your cropped top over your head, making you fully bare before his eyes.Â
âBeautiful.â Yoongi said in a low voice.Â
The compliment flipped your stomach upside down. âHow come Iâm the only one completely nakedâŚâÂ
Your comment earned a smile from him. âWould you help me then?âÂ
You blushed, but did not oblige. You didnât waste any time and helped him out from his pants.Â
âWait.âÂ
He suddenly stopped mid through. His pants were already down to his knee area, and it couldnât be helped that all your attention were now heading towards his massive bulge that wasnât in any way shy behind his boxer brief. He stepped down the bed, finally taking off his pants fully. You could see him taking out something from his back pocket before he let the cloth fell down joining the rest of your clothings on the floor.Â
âYou came prepared.â You commented with a teasing smile after seeing the item he took out from his pants.Â
Yoongi just looked at you with a hint of red decorated his cheeks. You found it extremely adorable that he was bashful about it.Â
You took his hand and pulled him back with you on the bed. He put the condom on your bedside table, before dipping in to kiss you. It seemed like you both had found out that kissing each other was the best thing and you felt dumb for not doing it sooner. As he kissed you passionately, you were hesitant for a second, but you slowly brought your hand to feel up the swelling bump on his below. You swallowed his groans in the kiss as you continue to stroke up and down. Breaking the kiss, you mumbled something about wanting to return his favor, but Yoongi grabbed your wrist immediately, stopping you from taking off his boxer.Â
âAt this rate Iâm going to cum in my pants so maybe next time, sweetheart.â He kissed your forehead.
When he free himself from his underwear, your jaw dropped along with it. Of course you were no saint, you had caught a glimpse of his groin area before when he wore that one gray sweatpants that you fancied. You were in fact suspecting that he was at least a little above average, but not this. He had completely proven you wrong. Quite frankly, you had never thought about how beautiful a male part could be until you saw his.Â
You gulped your saliva and salivate the mesmerizing scene in front of you, watching as he ripped the condom pack with his teeth and rolled the rubber from his tip downwards. He positioned himself in between your legs, sliding his tip up and down on your entrance, which made you whimper instantly.
âYoongi⌠pleaseâŚâ You pleaded.
âIf it hurts even just the slightest bit, let me know, okay?â He said, caressing your hair.Â
You only nodded and soon after you felt his tip entering you ever so gently. You moaned loudly and it seemed like the movement not only affect you, but Yoongi also, as you saw him closing his eyes shut, grunting along with you. He slid in very carefully, making sure you were adjusting well with his girth. When he reached a certain length, you yelped.Â
âDid I hurt you?â He suddenly asked out of worry.Â
âNo⌠it just⌠it just feels very full.â You managed a smile to reassure him.Â
âOkay.â He breathed out, combing his locks through his fingers. âLet me know when I can move.â
You touched his hand to catch his attention. He looked at you with a wary expression. âYou can move, Iâm not that fragile.âÂ
He muttered a stuttered âokayâ before sliding himself deeper. He lunged deep and out slowly, making love to you passionately. He intertwined his fingers with yours, going on a soft tempo, as if he was trying to confess his feelings through, making sure you feel how sincere he was. You brought your hands to cup his face, then stroked his hair, before putting them over his shoulders to pull him close. Your lips met again in the middle, muffling your moans through the tongue lacing activity. His hands were cupping your breasts, fondling with them as your kisses went harsher and sloppier.Â
And when he moved from your lips to kiss your chest, you bucked your hips against him, with your hands ruffling his hair as he tongue your nipple carelessly. His tempo began to distort and the knot in your stomach started to feel too much and you knew you were close.Â
Not long after you came to release, he followed soon after the feeling of you clenching hard over his cock. The sound of both your heavy breaths filled the room. Yoongi once again dipped down to kiss you. Starting from your forehead, your nose, your cheek, and lastly your lips. You giggled in between every single one. He then got up to tie the ends of the condom, timidly walking towards your bathroom to where your bin was. When he was done, you were now lying to your sides, curving your legs in a fetal position.
Yoongi approached you and slowly cuddled you from behind. You automatically scooted closer to his body warmth.Â
âThis is oddly familiar.â He chuckled.Â
You recalled the first time you spent the night at his place by accident, when you woke up with him cuddling you exactly like this. Minus the nakedness of course.Â
You turned your body to face him. A huge smile was plastered on your face. âI hate you.â
âIâm sorry?!â He eyed you with an annoyed expression.Â
âIâm so madly in love with you itâs insane!â You smacked his chest lightly.
âIâm sorry, I guess I was just afraid of moving too fast. I havenât been in a relationship in a long time and I was worrying if Iâd make you uncomfortableâŚâÂ
âI thought you had decided that you donât like me or something⌠I was even jealous of Cookie when you kissed him!â
âI noticed.â
âYou noticed?! And you chose to do nothing???â You huffed.
âYou looked cute so I decided to leave you be.â He snickered.Â
âYouâre evil.âÂ
âYouâre evil for wearing that extremely tight crop top today.â His eyes travelled down and up to your nude body.
âIt was⌠on purpose.â You bit your lips. âI guess it worked? Haha?âÂ
He raised one of his eyebrows at you and smirked. âGive me five minutes and we can go again.â
âOh my god??? Who are you?! Give me back my cute and shy Yoongi!âÂ
You squealed as he laughed and hugged you close.Â
âI love you.â
âI love you too.â You said, followed by a loud smack of smooch to your cheek from him, then he flashed you his gummy smile.Â
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pairing: criminal!rafe x spoiled!gf!reader
summary: âi told you that no matter what you did, iâd be by your side. âcause iâm a ride or die, whether you fail or fly.â â rafe gives you a choice to stay or leave when him and barry decide to break into a jewelry store.
warnings: slight humor, barry and reader are both drama queens, rafe being a mediator lol, all three of you commit a robbery, light fluff, making out, heavy petting
word count: 1.0k
a/n: moodboard + headcanon could be found here
you knew your boyfriend wasnât a good person. he was good for you, and thatâs all that mattered. âiâm telling you, bruh! if we hit that place weâre guaranteed at least a million dollars minimum.â you sat on the couch in barryâs trailer, pretending to be interested in whatever was playing on his god awful television. âa million?â rafe repeated. barry nodded. âi already scoped the place out. if we go in thirty minutes after the place closes, weâre golden.â he clapped his hands together.
âand why is that?â rafe leaned back in his chair, turning to steal a glance at you as you sat just a few feet away. âi was chatting up one of the girls behind the counter and she told me the ownerâs security system sucks. the shit doesnât even work,â barry laughed, âthe reason i say thirty minutes is because thatâs all the time we need to clear that shit out.â it all sounded too good to be true. âwhen do you wanna do this?â rafe got up, plopping down next to you where he pulled you onto his lap.
âtonight.â you and rafe exchanged a look. âwhatâs the urgency?â you spoke up, eyes following barry as he squatted down to your level. âyou know how the mayor throws that celebration thing for all the law enforcement here? they just so happen to be throwing that event all the way on the other side of the island, which gives us all the opportunity to switch cars and get away with it. theyâre basically telling us to go rob that store!â you scoffed at barryâs words.
rafe couldnât deny it was a great idea. ââtelling us to go rob that storeâ is a reach, but itâs not the worst thing youâve come up with.â you twirled the ends of your hair, resting your head on rafeâs chest. âso what do you think? we got a few more hours until itâs that time.â rafe sighed, looking down at you before stroking your cheek. âyou know you donât have to come with us-â barry rolled his eyes, you two did this every single time.
âyâall are annoying.â he walked away, making the two of you laugh. âseriously though, baby, you know you donât have to do any of this.â rafe always made sure he spoke softly to you, his tone just dripping with sweetness. âi go because i want to,â you pecked his chin, âthereâs no where else iâd rather be.â rafe nodded, eyes full of adoration. you trusted him fully, and rafe didnât take that lightly. âokay then. what do you say we get that condo you like so much. the one right there on the beach?â you smiled, nodding excitedly.
anytime rafe knew you two were going to hit another jackpot, he would tell you his plans for the money beforehand. âreally?!â you sat up. rafe hummed, pressing a kiss to your lips as he walked you two over to where barry sat at the kitchen table. âalright, letâs plan this out.â
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two and a half hours later, and all three of you were stepping into the stolen car barry got from his guy earlier that day. âyou got the ski masks?â barry looked back, his shoulders deflating when he saw you and rafe already had yours on. âpink? seriously, y/n?â you slapped his shoulder, nudging him as rafe cursed under his breath. âwhatâs wrong with it?â you pouted. âthatâs enough,â your boyfriend pointed a finger at his other partner in crime, âyou, leave her alone.â
barry snatched the other ski mask from your hands, slipping it on before all of you looked around for any sign of witnesses. âitâs dead as fuck out here, weâre clear.â barry got out of the car first, popping the trunk to get out the duffle bags and crow bars he had in there. you walked up to the clear glass door, pushing it to see if it would budge. before you could back away, barry swung the metal bar, shattering the glass instantly. you screamed, rafe coming up to shove him.
âwhat the fuck, asshole?! you couldnât tell her to move out of the way first?â rafe pulled you to his side, barryâs shirt balled up in his fist. âwe donât have time for this shit, bruh, just get a fuckinâ bag and fill it up.â rafe dragged you inside, both of you breaking the display cases. your eyes glimmered with the reflections of diamonds inside of them, your mouth parting slightly at the beauty of it all. âcome on, baby, âpromise youâll be able to look at everything when we get home.â
you snapped out of your trance, grabbing everything you could. âwhat time we got?â rafe shouted, barry already clearing the first half of the store. âfive minutes, letâs go!â you almost slipped on the broken glass, rafe catching you just in time with a wink. within five more minutes, all of you stood in the middle of the room, all display cases empty. âfuck, yeah. letâs get out of here.â you cheered, throwing your arms around rafe as he and barry got you in the car.
barry sped out of there, not one siren or flashing light in sight. âno fucking way we just slipped out like that!â rafe shouted, hitting the back of barryâs seat as he took his mask off. he always looked so hot when he took it off. his skin flushed, that adrenaline rush so evident on his face as he smiled from ear to ear. you did the same, immediately unzipping the large bag that sat on your lap. âoh, rafe! look at this!â you put a diamond ring on your finger, admiring it under the passing street lights.
you made everything look good, your boyfriend pressing a kiss to your knuckles. âpocket that one.â he whispered, a giggle leaving your lips as you straddled him in the backseat. barry glanced at the two of you through the rear view mirror. like always, rafeâs hands were roaming your body as if he was alone with you. âcan you at least wait until iâm not in the same vicinity before you rip her clothes off?â you giggled, rafe waving him off. âchill out bro, you wanna join?â you slapped rafeâs chest playfully, hiding your face in his neck.
barry shook his head, his cheeks turning red as the sound of you and rafeâs lips echoed behind him.
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i know you said hotch and reader baby requests⌠but what about hotchâs daughter that he met as an adult meeting Jack for the first time? two babies in one! love you đ
âYou meet your little brother, with your dadâs support. fem, 1.6k
To grow up wondering if your father might love you is odd. You spend years wondering if youâd ever know him. Would he be proud of you? Would he like you? If you could find him, would he want you to?Â
And then you do find him, and youâre floored by how desperately he wants to take care of you.Â
Honey, his message starts, sent at 5AM that morning. Just to remind you, dinner is at 5PM, but you donât have to worry about being late. You can come whatever time you like, please let me know beforehand. Jack was so excited last night he couldnât sleep.
Another sent at 5:16AM. I canât wait for you to meet him. How are you feeling about it? If this is too much, you donât have to.Â
At 5:25AM. Please call me to talk when youâre awake, if you can.Â
You think perhaps your father might be as nervous as you are to introduce you to his family. Because Aaron, your dad, has a wife and child. Haley, his high school sweetheart (though there had been that brief separation in college that allowed your existence), and Jack, his four year old son.Â
This might be hard for everyone, but at least you arenât destroying a family by existing. Aaron didnât do anything wrong in getting your mother pregnant. He had no idea about it until you showed up at his office.Â
You rub your tired eyes and decide against calling him right away. You have work soon, and heâs probably at his own place of work already. Instead, you make yourself a cup of tea and breakfast you canât eat. Turns out youâre more nervous than you thought.Â
You call him on your lunch break.Â
He said you can call him whenever you want, just heâs busy, and canât always answer. He also said you can call him whatever you want. It had been a strangely touching moment at one of your âcatching up on a whole lifeâ dinners. Mr. Hotchner was extremely formal, and made him laugh every time you said it. Aaron was better, but you could call him dad, if you liked. The paternity test agreed.Â
âWill that be weird for you?â youâd asked.Â
âHoney, Iâve had someone calling me dad for the last four years. You can call me what you want.âÂ
Some part of you wished he insisted, but maybe itâs best the choice be down to you.Â
âHello?â he asks as he picks up. âY/N?âÂ
The will to call him dad dies. Itâs too awkward, what if he hates it? âHello,â you say instead, stammering trying to sound natural.Â
âHi, honey. Are you still coming to dinner tonight?âÂ
âYeah, I wouldnât miss it.âÂ
After an investigation and a motherâs confession, you found Aaron Hotchner online. Watched him behind podiums and sat at conference tables, even found his guest lecture at your university. It was a few years before youâd attended, but you canât help thinking: what if youâd watched him talk? Would you have known he was your father? Of course, you couldnât know. But maybe he would have.Â
Aaron took one good look at you in his office and believed you. Well, you had a photo of him and your mom, and you offered to take a paternity test then and there, but he told you he knew pretty quickly.
âYou okay?âÂ
âJust terrified,â you say.Â
âHaley⌠Haley isnât mad at anyone. She has,â âhe clears his throatâ âa very tight picture of her life in her head, and her husband having a child without her wasnât in that picture, but she also has a really big heart. I promise you have nothing to worry about.âÂ
âItâs not Haley Iâm scared of.âÂ
âHoney, Jack canât stop telling people he has a new sister. People keep giving Haley congratulations.âÂ
You rub your eyes. Youâll be surprised if your makeup survives the day. âAre you sure you even want me to come?âÂ
âI want you more than anything.âÂ
Which doesnât answer the question youâd voiced, but reassures the one youâd been thinking. âI just wouldnât blame you if you didnât want me to. I canât imagine how terrible this has been for you. Iâve disrupted your whole life.âÂ
âIs that what you think?â he asks gently.Â
You can imagine him sitting at his desk. His office was roomy, with heavy furniture, big windows, and a gaggle of photo frames on the desk. He is intimidating, but he doesnât talk to you with any meanness, or sternness. Heâs been careful with you this whole time, so no, youâve no reason to think he doesnât want you around, but maybe heâs too good a man to admit it.Â
âIf itâs too much for now, we can wait,â he says. âWe have all the time in the world. But I promise it wonât be what youâre thinking. You certainly arenât disrupting my life.âÂ
You decide to be brave about it and go to dinner. Only when youâre standing on the Hotchner porch do you remember heâd wanted to talk to you about something. He opens the door quietly, ushering you in with a smile, and before you know it heâs offering a hug in the small foyer.Â
âHi,â he says, patting your back. Your hands rest tentatively on his sides.Â
âHi.âÂ
He holds you at armâs length before dropping his touch. âYou look pretty,â he says.Â
Which is a whole other category of thing. âThank you. Is this the sort of thing you wear to dinner?âÂ
âYou can wear pyjamas, if you like. Jack usually does.â
âThat would make a good first impression.âÂ
Haley appears from a doorway. âOh, youâre here,â she says, smiling. âHello, hello!âÂ
You get another hug. Haley smells like expensive perfume and softness. Her hair is perfect. Sheâs one of the most beautiful women youâve ever seen, and itâs emphasised by her glowing smile. âJack is bouncing off the walls, but he might get a little shy when he really gets to meet you.â Her smile softens. âWow. You donât look much like him, but you have his frown. Howâs that possible?â She nudges Aaron. âYouâre so moody itâs in your DNA.âÂ
âIâm sorry, Iâm just nervous,â you explain.Â
âMe too,â Haley says.Â
âItâll be okay.â Aaron gives Haley a squeeze around the shoulders. âHeâs in the living room. Are you ready?âÂ
âMaybe she should go in by herself.âÂ
You and Aaron both stare at Haley.Â
âI should?â you ask.Â
She shrugs. âItâs not like weâre going anywhere. But maybe Aaron can introduce you and then bow out. Itâs less pressure on both of you.âÂ
You honestly couldnât agree less with her, and Aaronâs giving her a dubious frown, but sheâs Jackâs mom and your dadâs wife and youâre too scared of upsetting her to disagree.Â
Aaron, however, isnât worried. âYou donât have to,â he says, giving Haley a rub on her shoulder, âitâs just a suggestion.âÂ
âItâs okay. Um, whatever you guys think is best.âÂ
So Aaron opens the living room door and walks you in.Â
Jack is drawing a bright picture on the floor, surrounded by a spread of crayons and washable markers. He has a huge sketch pad, where light from the TV stains the white with cartoon colours.
âJack.â Aaron touches the back of your arm. âBud, Y/Nâs here for dinner.âÂ
Jack whirls. As predicted, he sees you and his smile turns to shyness. Youâre feeling shy, too, tempted to hide behind Aaronâs arm, but stepping forward when he prompts you to.Â
âHi, Jack,â you say.Â
âHi,â he says, lookin at Aaron.Â
âThis is your big sister,â Aaron says.Â
Because Jack is your little brother. Half brother, but brother. You werenât expecting to feel so awed.Â
You step out of your heels, you shouldâve at the door, and use the armrest of the couch to lower yourself onto your knees. You just wanna see him.Â
Heâs quite big, for his age. Heâs tall. He has brown hair with slightly blond ends, and his eyes are big, flush with dark lashes. You have some of the same DNA, but youâre not sure you could tell with the two of you side by side.Â
âYou look like your mommy,â you say.Â
âYou donât,â Jack says.Â
âI look more like my mommy.â You smile at him. âItâs nice to meet you, Jack.âÂ
âYou donât look like a sister,â Jack says. âYouâre old.âÂ
âIâm not that old.âÂ
Aaron laughs and touches your shoulder again. Itâs nice to think heâs standing by.Â
âI⌠I can still do big sister stuff, even if Iâm old,â you hedge gently. âI can still do fun stuff, I swear. Iâm super fun.âÂ
Jack pulls himself on knees to sit very close to you. He takes the skirt of your dress into his hand and pets it. âWhat if we ruin your dress?â he says worriedly.Â
âI have so many like this, itâs okay.âÂ
His smile warms. âOkay. You want to colour with me?âÂ
âYes, yeah, I do. I really want to, what can we colour?âÂ
âIâll draw you a picture.âÂ
You look up at Aaron with a smile that threatens to set with the wind. Youâd be stuck like that, grinning with a mixture of relief, pride, and affection.Â
âIâm gonna go help Haley set the table,â he tells you. Youâre probably wanting more than heâs giving, but you swear, he talks with love. âOkay?âÂ
âOkay.âÂ
âOkay, dad,â Jack says, taking your hand to pull you to the crayons. âWeâre gonna colour now.âÂ
âOkay, buddy. Draw me something nice.âÂ
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Okay, Tim Bradford x reader, but the reader is a police captain and becomes the captain of the mid-wilshire division after ZoĂŤ and that one dude. They are married, and the reader is expecting?
It's Captain, baby
Tim Bradford x wife!reader
Warnings/Tags: fluff, Tim being a little grumpy Word count: 879 Authors note: Hello love, thanks for the request! I hope you like it. It was very fun to write and I really like the idea!
Enjoy!
It was meant as a surprise - really.
He knew you wanted to become a captain one day, so when the LAPD asked if you wanted to become the captain of mid wilshire, you instantly said yes.
That you'd be the captain of your own husband, slipped your mind in said moment, though.
You decided not to tell him 'for now', pushing the matter further and further away, until there was no further anymore - until the day you were supposed to start as captain.
Maybe it wasn't the best idea, risking that he'd have a heart attack or get mad, when he saw you - especially considering that you were six months pregnant, and your new position meant stress and pressure - something you weren't supposed to have until in at least about three months, when you were in labor.
Biting your lip and rocking on your heels, you nervously waited for Sergeant Grey to announce you.
The moment he'd say your name, Tim would find out - and he wouldn't like that you refrained from telling him beforehand.
But he was a professional - he wouldn't let you see any emotion on his face during roll call - no, he would tell you how he felt in detail afterwards, giving you an even more guilty conscience.
"And now, I'm happy to introduce our new captain: Y/N Bradford! Please give her a warm welcome." Grey announced, causing your heart to miss a beat, as your hands doubled their sweating.
Taking a deep breath, you entered the room, trying to avoid Tim's face - which, despite your supposition, showed the slightest bit of shock and anger - as you made your way to the pult.
Forcing yourself to smile at the numerous people applauding you, you braced yourself for the speech you had prepared.
"Hello, for those who don't know me yet, my name's Y/N Bradford - yes, I'm sergeant Bradford's wife, and yes, I am pregnant." you started nervously.
A fit of quiet laughter echoed through the crowd, lifting some of the weight off your shoulders.
"I'm proud to call myself captain of the mid Wilshire department." you continued, nodding slightly. "I started here as a rookie, thinking that I knew everything and could do everything. But I didn't - which is an important thing to realize. We're all here for one goal: the safety of our city."
Your eyes briefly found Tim's, his jaw clenched. He looked straight back at you, not even blinking.
"But that means, that we have to learn a lot, especially about ourselves. I know how hard you work for this goal, and I know what it takes to do so. I once was where you are now, and I will have your backs, no matter what. If there's something you wanna talk about - let me know. I'm here to support you, and it's an honor to be your captain. That's it."
They applauded again, causing your cheeks to turn pinkish. Your heart beat fastened in your chest, hands trembling a little, as you smiled at them.
They were your people now, they counted on you, and you'd do everything in your power, to never let them down.
When the room cleared, Tim was the only one still sitting with his arms crossed over his chest.
He was clearly angry.
Taking a shaky breath, you walked over to him, preparing yourself for his speech.
He stayed silent for a couple more moments, just staring at you, before he stood, hands on the table as he leaned towards you.
"Did you even plan to tell me at all?" he wanted to know, brows furrowed. It took all his might not to get too loud, trying to look calmer than he was as well.
His colleagues didn't need to know that he was angry - fuming even.
"Did you think about our baby? What if it's too dangerous - not to mention the stress! Why didn't you tell me beforehand?"
"I did want to tell you." you stated, biting your lip. "But I didn't know how to. I wanted to surprise you, but I pushed it further and further away. I thought it all through, and I'm gonna take it slow - no harm for the baby. Imagine my surprise when they asked me to become their captain - me of all people!"
He bit his lip as well, the corners of his mouth twitching treacherously. At least he wouldn't stay angry at you for long.
"Are you happy?" he wanted to know, glancing at your belly. It was getting harder each day to find something that covered it up at least a little.
Nodding, you pressed out a dry laugh. "I am, but I'm scared as shit." you admitted, causing the crinkles around his eyes to deepen.
"I mean, I wanted to become a captain for so long, but - how to captain? How does this work? It's like my mind suddenly just went blank."
He chuckled, keeping himself from kissing you in front of the curious eyes watching you - didn't they have any work to do?
"I'm glad you like it, baby." he said honestly, his lips wide in a proud smile, as you huffed, cocking a brow.
"It's Captain, baby."
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how would felix be with reader who's a virgin? maybe slow and gentle, lots of kisses everywhere?
He'd spend at least an hour eating you out beforehand â large and calloused hands holding your thighs apart for him while you whine and sob beneath his tongue.
And fucking christ, he nearly cums when your gummy walls contract and pulse around his tongue and thick digits.
He pulls himself up to lay on top of you. His chest flush to your breasts as he kisses you.
You moan at the taste of yourself on his soft lips and he continues to work you open with two fingers, gently curling and massaging the walls of your cunt.
"Want y'to fuck me." You sob against his tongue, panting softly when he pulls away to look you over.
Your face is hot, lips parted, eyes blown out, and your hair sticks to your forehead.
His thumb pulls your bottom lip down and you realize that the glistening wetness on his chin is your cum. Your eyes nearly roll back into your head.
"Lemme take my time with you." He kisses along the underside of your jaw, cupping your chin in his hand.
You can feel the swell of his cock pressed against your folds.
"Gonna go slow." He whispers against your lips.
You nod through a wet whimper, and Felix is quick to entwine a large hand with your smaller one.
"Relax fr'me, baby," His free hand massages the inside of your thigh.
When he begins to push past your soaked folds, you're quick to place a hand on his lower stomach.
"Too much?" He asks softly.
You shake your head, eyes lidded. You're beyond words. Felix is there with you.
"Too fast?" He offers, and you nod.
"M'kay." He gently lays over you, "Lemme help you relax." He kisses you softly, letting your thighs fall wider and your chest swelling with warmth.
He treats you softly for another moment or two before he's squeezing your hand in his.
"Wanna try again." You nod.
He eyes you, "You tell me if it hurts too much or if I need t'slow down again."
You nod shakily, looking down to where your bodies meet and the tip of his cock rests between your folds.
The stretch of him fills you slowly, and you sob into his shoulder, biting at his tanned skin.
"I know," Felix coos, kissing your cheek, "I've got you, you're okay."
"Move, please." Your legs wire around his waist, and you can feel him pant against your skin.
He thrusts into you with a softness that makes tears well over your soft cheeks and your nails dig into the soft of his back.
"Feel okay?" He rolls his hips, reaching a new angle inside of you.
You nod. Too overwhelmed and too overstimulated.
"M'gonna cum." You meet his eyes momentarily and he nods softly, kissing you.
"Good girl." He soothes through the kiss, "you cum when you need to."
He pulls your bottom lips between your teeth and your legs press against him, pushing him deeper into you.
"Feel so fucking good." He groans against your swollen lips.
"Haaâlex, m'gonnaâ" you pull at him. It's too much and yet it's all the same not enough and you can feel yourself falling apart beneath the heat of him and the stretch of his cock.
Felix tucks your head to his chest and presses a kiss to your classy forehead when you cum. Gently fucking you through the heat of it.
You're shaking under him, tears swallowing your moans, and your lips parted in a silent cry.
"Atta' girl," a large hand holds your chin softly. Grounding you while the other runs soft circles around your clit. "That's my good girl."
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Hi gorgeous! I love ur writing!! Here's a lil blurb request for either Sirius or Remus! It's not smut but more like the lead up/conversation beforehand. Like May be a super inexperienced reader and she's nervous af bc she knows he has way more experience than her and she's worried about being good enough for him or worried about disappointing him and he's just so sweet and reassuring and is just happy she trusts him
Thank you for requesting my love!
cw: mature themes (and immature jokes), no smut
Sirius Black x fem!reader ⥠667 words
âYouâre not gonna suck, baby.â Sirius is laughing at you, which isnât really the response you were hoping for. Youâre so embarrassed itâs making your palms sweat.Â
âOr,â he reconsiders, âyou could, of course, but thereâs no pressure to.âÂ
You blow out a frustrated breath. âCan you please just take meâŚâ you trail off, realizing youâre about to hand your boyfriend another joke. By the gleam in Siriusâ eyes, he realizes it too. âCan we please not joke around for a minute?âÂ
âOkay, okay, Iâm sorry.â He smooths his face into something approaching sobriety. âWe can.âÂ
Youâre not sure how he can be so much more comfortable than you right now. Sirius is sitting across from you on the bed, criss-cross applesauce in only his boxers. You at least have on pajamas, and yet this conversation is making you feel more naked than he is.Â
He asks in a gentler tone, âWhat is it that youâre worried about, sweetheart? We donât have to do anything before youâre ready.âÂ
âItâs not that I donât feel ready,â you sigh. âI want to, I justâŚI want you to like it.âÂ
Sirius barks out a laugh. âWell, I donât think weâre in any danger there.âÂ
âYou know what I mean.â You shrink away from him a bit, drawing into yourself. âI donât know what to do. I donât want it to be disappointing.âÂ
âBaby. Hey.â Sirius scoots closer to you. He ducks his head, catching your gaze and holding on tight. âIt doesnât matter how much experience you have. It could never be disappointing.âÂ
âHow do you know?âÂ
âBecause itâs you,â he says, emphatic, like itâs obvious. âI always love being with you, it doesnât matter what weâre doing. And I know sex is going to be the same.â He leans in close like heâs going to tell you a secret. âSweetheart, you could slap my ass and spit on me and Iâd just be thrilled you were there.âÂ
You fight to keep a straight face, furrowing your brows. âSoâŚI shouldnât do those things?âÂ
âIâm actually not sure.â Sirius sits up, shrugging. âI could be into it, Iâve never tried. Point is, you can do whatever you want.âÂ
âI donât know what I want,â you tell him, though you are, admittedly, a bit less worried now. âI donât want to just lie there, I donât think, but I donât know what else Iâm supposed to do.âÂ
âThereâs nothing youâre supposed to do, babydoll.â He gives you a little smile and reaches for your hand. When you give it to him, he holds it in his lap, thumbs tracing the lines of your palm soothingly. âItâs okay not to have a plan going into things. Thatâs how it usually happens, no matter how many times youâve done it. You just feel it out and go with the flow.âÂ
You chew your lip. Sirius is looking at you so kindly, his expression warm and open and his touch caring as he starts to draw a slow path up the inside of your wrist. You donât want to keep arguing with him. Maybe thatâs why your voice comes out so small.Â
âBut what if I canât?âÂ
âYou can.â Thereâs no hesitation in Sirius, no uncertainty. âYou really donât need to worry about it. Your body will react if you let it, and whatever happens, Iâll be there to talk you through it, yeah?âÂ
You exhale. âThat actually makes me feel a lot better,â you admit.Â
Sirius smiles. âIâm glad,â he says, lifting your hand to give your finger a teasing nibble. âHey, weâre not doing this until you decide you feel like it, so donât stress, okay? Iâll make sure you have a good time when we do.âÂ
Blood rushes to your cheeks. âHowâre you gonna do that?âÂ
Your boyfriendâs eyes gleam. âYou wanna find out? I can give you a preview, if you like.âÂ
You donât have to answer before heâs crawling up on top of you, your giggles lost into his mouth.
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Just thinking of being enemies with benefits with Theo-
Oh my god, yes. Enemies with benefits with Theo makes me droooooool. The way he would taunt you. Mess with you. Just to fuck your brains out later. I had this idea of reader working at the three broomsticksâŚ.đ
TW: 18+, MDNI, SMUT, CHARS 18+, Uni AU, enemy!theo, dom!theo, rough sex, choking, slight brat taming, dom&sub, semi-public fuck, degrading, dirty talk, edging, PIV
âFunnyâŚyou think your actions donât have consequences, hm?â Theodore growled through his rough thrusts. One hand wrapped around your throat while the other held you up against the wooden wall. Gasps, whimpers, hissing. Thatâs all that could free from your now swollen lips.
It wasnât unlike Theo to come visit while you worked at the pub, but given the track record between you two, you never expected him to be balls deep inside of you in one of the rooms above the three broomsticksâŚbut here you were.
âSuch a fucking little brat-fuckâŚtelling your friend to serve me instead of you, huh?â
He husked right along the apple of your cheek, his strong hand tightening around your neck while he pounded into you. You seeâŚTheodore wasnât too thrilled when he showed up to the pub only for you to have your coworker switch tables with you.
You werenât friends. Dating. Lovers. No. You were enemies whoâŚ.occasionally liked to have some âfunâ together. As confusing as it was you couldnât deny the attraction you had for Theo. God, you hated him. Loathed him. But when he fucked your brains out itâs as if that all slipped away.
âI-IâŚ.I just thought-â
Theo cut you off, his darkened eyes shooting up to yours as he thrusted into you even harder. His jaw clenched while his gaze flickered between your own.
âThought what? Huh? Didnât want to serve me but wanted to be fucked by me? Is that what Iâm hearing?â
Fuck. His domineering and assertive tone was driving you mad. It would only fuel your arousal more so. Your dainty hand went over his own as you nodded your head to him.
âYes! Fuck- I'm sorry! P-pleaseâŚâ
Whimpering out as you tried oh so hard to bite back your moans, Theo couldnât help but smugly smirk. Knowing what you wanted, but of course, he'd tease you about it beforehand. âHm? The brats begging?âŚ. Please what, ragazza?â
He asked in a taunting tone, his pumps seemingly only going faster. You were on the brink of climax. But you knew Theo and he surely wouldnât let you finish until you begged him to.
âCumâŚplease-fuck please let me cum, babyâ
You whined, squirming under his touch. Practically feeling your legs start to shake already. You couldnât hold back much longer at this point. And Theo? Fuck he loved bringing you to this electric state. Knowing he had that controlâŚ.that power over you.
âBeg for it, brat. Fucking. Beg. For. It.â Theodore grunted through each hard thrust, his teeth gritted together while his hand moved up from your throat, squeezing your cheeks together.
âP-please, gods- please let me cum, babyâŚfucking, please! I-Iâm begging- please!â You cried out, feeling tears prick your eyes as you fought back the intense orgasm that wanted to hit. Your juices already starting to leak from your aching cunt.
Theoâs cock was throbbing between your clenched walls, giving you a slight head nod of approval before cursing in Italian under his breath.
âI suppose youâre deserving to cum nowâŚ.finish for me, Cara.â
His voice came out in a hushed groan, the sound of his balls slapping against your skin heard all around. You didnât even hesitate, finally being able to breathe, you let your pleasurable climax hit. The wetness from your pussy flowed freely down his cock. But he wasnât done with you, not in the least.
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More ramblings of an insomniac, still not proofread but i wanna throw this out here. We're back on our smut roll as well!
No one really cared what Astarion wanted or didn't want to do. He'd stopped resisting at some point, just letting whomever had higher status overrule him even when it came to his own body. But you, you didn't do that. You never asked him to do something he didn't want. So he asked himself; what did he want? You. He wanted you. Could he have you?
Genre: Smut Pairing: Astarion x (fem)reader Kinks: PiV, little bit of orgasm control, biting, marking, dirty talk Words: 7400+ Need something to listen to? This is what I listened to while writing this: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4XkxtmnNB3RI55o414xpdx?si=ef01f7ab913f4a26
Astarion wouldnât say that you liked him per se, itâs doubtful you even enjoyed his company unlike how you enjoyed the company of say Wyll or Shadowheart. Yet you couldnât possibly dislike him either, after all; who letâs a vampire drink from them if you didnât at least tolerate him.Â
âIs he yours? Heâs quite handsome, that canât be a coincidence, you know how to pick them.â Her eyes scanned him, a smile tugging at her lips as he seemed to evaluate his very existence.
â...You mean Astarion? I didnât pick him, heâs here âcus he wants to be. Besides, if I knew him beforehand itâs doubtful Iâd pick him anyways.â You replied, arms crossed over your chest.
âHah! Youâre funny, well heâs clearly under your command anyways. Wonât you let me borrow him? Iâve always wanted to be bitten by a vampire you seeâŚâ She drew closer, her eyes still looking him up and down. Nausea grew in his belly, his throat closing up.
Astarion wouldnât say he liked you either per se, you didnât make yourself the most personable exactly. You were blunt, which he enjoyed, as long as it wasnât directed at him. Yet you werenât afraid to speak your mind when he tried to play with you. Every and all attempts to get under your skin was answered with distinct indifference, not full rejection but without skipping a beat you continued whatever line of thought you had started. The most he could pull from you was the occasional laugh at his antics, mocking his clearly practiced recitals of lines heâd used dozens of times on hundreds of other people. You often replied with your own dry sense of humor. Sometimes though, he could swear that your cheeks flushed ever so slightly, but it was hard to tell since these few times were also those when you promptly turned your face away from him, suddenly a lot more interested in a bird or bush. And if he pushed, you were suddenly convinced you heard Karlach break something or Gale needing help with supper. He considered giving up, treating you with the same distance he kept to the other companions, yet you always seemed to gravitate back to his tent, to the spot next to him or simply to wherever he was. He wouldnât say he liked you, but he couldnât deny that he enjoyed your company.
âWell, Iâm a spawn technically so you know, not a true vampire.â He managed to keep his voice light and comical, a half-hearted attempt at dissuading her, to keep her hands to herself. âBesides, I think Iâd like to keep my teeth to myself this time.â
âMh⌠Well no matter, youâre pretty enough to make it an overseeable difference. But I didnât ask you, spawn.â The word was an insult. âI was talking to your commander here, or is it master? I can make it worth your while.â
The bite in your words and the general lack of give to his pushing and pulling gave him a weird sense of comfort. He could spew whatever lines heâd used before, chewed up and spit back out over and over again and you just⌠moved past them. You were bored by them, but not by him. He felt comfortable telling you about Cazador, about his scars, both physical and mental. Youâd never gone too deep, but you had listened and you hadnât let it color the way you treated him. There was a certain respect to the way you kept him at a distance, he couldnât trap you under his thumb even if he tried. Yet you stayed besides him.
âWhy in the nine hells are you asking me? I told you, I donât own him, he can do whatever he wants. Mostly anyways. But he seems to be disinterested in whatever youâre offering so.â You didnât spare him a glance, instead keeping your eyes on the drow woman. You were cautious too.
âTsk, well if youâre unwilling to barter, I guess Iâll just have to go directly to the source.â She looked annoyed for a second before putting a face of seduction, temptation. She sensually moved her hair away from her neck, draping it over her opposing shoulder and tilting it towards him. She began to walk closer. Astarion could feel panic rise in him, instinctually taking a step back, unsure of what to do. âCome on, spawn, isnât this what you were born to do? Feed?â
And when he was desperate, hungry and weak that night in the forest, his first instinct was to feed from you. Not because he hated you, far from it. But because he respected you and because he knew that if you found out; you might not judge. He hadnât been careful enough when he hovered over you, accidentally waking you from your slumber. He had scrambled, fearing that this was it for him. He had slipped up and now any and all trust he had accumulated, though perhaps unfounded, would be wasted and heâd be banished if not worse. Yet you understood. He doesnât know why, but it seemed like you did. And that night you let him feed from you, despite the pain it undoubtedly caused. And in the morning, you pretended like nothing had happened, like last night was as peaceful as all the others.
Maybe he did like you, just a little bit. Youâd at least earned that much. But he had done nothing to earn that same sentiment.Â
YetâŚ
âOne step closer to him and I will be the one to spill your blood instead. He said he didnât want you or whatever it is youâre offering.âÂ
You had taken a single step to place yourself between the woman and Astarion, keeping her from getting any closer to him. It was doubtful that youâd actually do anything against her in the very center of Absolutist territory. But he wasnât certain, the way you firmly placed your feet on the ground and the way he could see your muscles tense beneath your armor from this far away told him that you just might. Thereâs the distinct tension of magic in the air, crackling just beneath the surface of the weave but enough to make the hairs on the back of his neck stand. It lasts only a brief moment before the drow relents.
âFine, do as you wish. What use do you have for a vampire that wonât even do something as simple and natural as bite a willing victim? Even if he is a spawn.â
âWhat reasons I have for keeping him around is none of your damn business. Now did you have anything more interesting to say or are we done here?â
There was nothing else you needed from her and as quickly as things had escalated, it had passed. It was still a couple hours before you decided to call it a day and lead them back to the camp to plan your next move and eat dinner. Astarion hadnât brought up what had happened with Araj the whole time, yet it kept replaying in his head. If he could dream, he wouldâve assumed this was the pleasant relief of sleep. But it wasnât, you had stood up for him. Not only that, you had kept him from doing something he would regret, because he knows that if you hadnât stepped in or even asked him to do it⌠He wouldâve. Weak willed as he was after all the times he had broken his own boundaries for others.Â
Night in the Shadowlands was somehow darker than the days, despite the lack of sun no matter the time. And as if the darkness could swallow any sound, silence lingered in the camp. Everyone either occupied with their own issues or idly putting their hands to work managing their gear. Astarion had wandered away from his tent and from the campfire, safe thanks to the pixieâs blessing and comforted in the shadows. It was a sense of familiarity that was bittersweet after todays events.Â
The air was cold, the breeze rustling the blood red leaves of the few trees that could survive this darkness. The temperature didnât bother him, he had long ago forgotten how cool the nights got. He could smell the dampness of the earth and of the rotting trees, the smoke of the campfire a vague note beneath it all. He surely smelled of smoke as well, it stuck to his clothes and hair despite how much he tried to cover it. âRuggedâ had never been a good look on him, he much preferred the sweet notes of incense and wine. But the worries of everyday issues were forgotten as he let himself fill his lungs with the fresh air.
Crack
The sounds of footsteps brought him back to the moment and he quickly turned around, the thought of a shadow cursed boar or harper still a relevant danger. Instead he was met with a friendly face. A friendly frowning face.
âWhat are you doing out here? You didnât even bring a torch or anything, no one knew where you had gone.â You stopped a few meters away from him, half expecting to be able to return to the warmth and glow of the campsite since you had found the lost vampire. A light cantrip had been cast on the crossbow you kept strapped to your back, you always kept it within reach.
âOh itâs just you, hah I thought I was about to be ambushed for a second. Were you looking for me? Awh you even asked the others where I was, how cute.â He teased, giving you a playful smile before turning his back to you once again. He heard you sigh before your footsteps grew closer.
âYou shouldnât wander off while weâre here.â Your words held no weight, you knew you couldnât stop him if he was to actually wander away from camp. They were more like an attempt to keep any guilty conscious from getting to you if he did get hurt. But he still liked the thought that you might actually have been worried. â...Are you looking for something to feed on?â
âAround these parts? Gods no, I wouldnât even touch a dead squirrel with a ten foot pole around here, not after that damned raven. Iâve accepted that Iâll just have to make do until weâre in sunnier parts.â He could feel his stomach writhe at the thought of something to dig his fangs into. He knew you had let him feed from you before but he had never been the one to ask, itâd feel like breaking an unspoken rule.
âMakes sense, those things came out of nowhere. Even the corpses have been cursedâŚâ There's a pause and hesitation to you, an abnormality in your conversations. âWhy didnât you drink from the drow?â
He knew youâd ask, yet his face grimaced at the mere thought of her and her blood.
âBah, sheâs a blood alchemist, who knows what kind of stuff is running through her blood? Iâm sure I wouldnât be allowed to keep anything down if I drank from her.â He quickly recovered from the unintentional show of genuine disgust. âBesides, whatâs the fun in a willing victim?â He turned his head to look at your face finally, putting on another playful smile and hoping youâll take his joke as a response.
You donât. Instead you cross your arms and raise your eyebrows ever so slightly at him, waiting for the real response. Heâs unwilling to give it and instead looks away, gazing down into the valley beneath the cliff you both stood on.Â
âCâmon, give me a real answer Astarion.â You lightly bounced your shoulder against his, the casual touch a surprise but not an unwelcomed one.
âAh, you always have to dig your nose into things, donât you⌠Fine, I simply didnât want to. But thatâs no reason to turn down whatever aid she mightâve hadâŚâ
âItâs as good a reason as any.â
Silence.
You hadnât judged him. You just⌠took his choice at face value. Did you really nearly spill blood on the floor of Moonrise towers simply because he didnât want to bite her?
âThatâs it?â
â...What? Is there another reason you didnât want to? You shouldâve just told me from the beginning then, but go on.â
Itâs almost funny how seemingly clueless you are. A dry laugh escapes him.
âNo, itâs true. I simply didnât want to. But youâre just so casual about it! Who knows what kind of powers she couldâve given us? But you decided to threaten her instead, itâs highly unlikely sheâll sell us as much as a health potion or even an antidote from now on.â He waves his hands around, frustrated by your seeming lack of care.
âYou said no.â You shrugged.
âI-â He pauses, dumbfounded. âI said no⌠I didnât want to bite her and you respected that⌠You even stood up to her for me, even though you donât like me. I just canât seem to understand you.â
You suddenly look just as confused as he did a moment ago, turning to fully face him for the first time since you joined him in the dark.
â...Who in the hells said I didnât like you?â
âWell⌠Well no one said it, but I mean itâs not like you enjoy my company. Itâs obvious everytime we talk. You donât even give me as much as a smile when I tell you youâre beautiful, and when I try to playfully ask you to bed you just mock me. Yet you always come wandering over to me and so I try again, I mean why else would you want to talk to me? I may not be a mindreader, darling, but youâre sort of sending mixed signals here. I thought we just acted on the basis of respect here.â
Did you want him to try harder? Or stop fully with his advances? He really didnât know what you wanted.
âI⌠WellâŚâ In the darkness, with you backlit by your crossbow, he might be mistaken but there seems to be a blush creeping onto your features. âDidnât you ever think that maybe I just donât know how to respond?â
Oh.
Oh.
Arenât you just adorable? Smugness builds in his chest and he opens his mouth, about to speak but youâre quicker.
âBesides, itâs obvious youâre just a flirt and I⌠I didnât like being so affected by someone who isnât serious. Itâs embarrassing falling for something that's so fake, so practiced. So I ignored the flirting, I knew it was just lighthearted fun after all. And I still like you outside of the compliments and teasing.â You hold your crossed arms even tighter together, unable to look at him. Instead you watch the slow fog rolling across the barren land. Your face lit by the soft glow of the moon just above Last Light Inn.
Astarion hadnât even had the thought that you simply hovered around him because you⌠liked him. It was such a simple answer and yet it wouldâve been the last thing he couldâve guessed.Â
He liked you too.
A lot.
A lot more than he had previously allowed himself to feel. Could he even allow it now? What if he had ruined his chances of something more than⌠than what already was. The status quo had grown comfortable, predictable.
âI seeâŚâ
Itâs all he can say. He can see that it wasnât what you had hoped heâd say even if you werenât looking at him.
A moment passes in silence.
Thereâs a look on your face suddenly, it looks almost pained or embarrassed, maybe it was both but just as quickly as it had flashed over your features it was gone. You let out a sigh and let your arms fall to the side, turning away from the outlook, clearly about to leave.
âWell that was⌠the worst. Anyways, Iâm heading back to camp. Take your time, Iâll make sure there's supper left for you when you come back.â
Astarion realizes in a heartbeat that he was allowed to want something more.
You donât even get one step away from where you stood before a hand grabs your arm with unnatural speed, holding you back from moving any further away. You nearly jump out of your skin by the motion, staring at the rogue. His face and eyes now lit by your crossbow, his eyes are wide as he watches you like prey. A shiver runs up your spine, heâd never looked at you like this before.
âEarlier today, when Araj asked you to let me bite her, you said I could do whatever I wanted.â His eyes donât leave yours and there's something about their intensity that makes your cheeks heat up.
âMostly, anywaysâŚâ You repeat what you had told Araj.
That seems to have been all the confirmation Astarion needed, suddenly closing the gap between you as he takes a step closer and pulls you into him. You catch yourself on him, the sudden movement taking you by pure surprise. Before you can register what has happened properly, his other hand has grabbed your chin in between his thumb and forefinger with a firm grip and tilted your head up to face his. His unnaturally cool breath hits your lips as heâs leaned in, inches from yours but he stopped there. Youâre trapped in his presence, itâs overwhelming in a way you always tried to avoid. But you wouldnât dare move now, afraid to ruin whatever was happening.
âThen I want to kiss youâŚâ His words are low, soft even.
â...Iâd like thatâŚâ
In an instant his lips hit yours, soft and velvety. They feel just like you had thought so many times when youâd watched him talk. Theyâre cool compared to yours, something you hadnât thought about but it somehow made everything feel so much more alive. Every soft stroke of his lips against yours was vivid as they parted and pushed up against each other, over and over again. The hand that had grabbed your face had smoothly slid to the back of your head, making sure he had you where he wanted you. The other hand had left your arm and was pulling your body against his, keeping you as close as he could physically keep you.
Astarion pushed into your body with a want, a need and a hunger you hadnât ever seen him exhibit before.
He pulled away from your lips too soon. You didnât realize how much you needed air before it filled your lungs abruptly in a labored breath.
In the glow of the moon and your makeshift light you could see his face. He was smiling at you, his fangs just barely peeking out from behind his lips. His eyes werenât as wide anymore, instead crinkled at the edges from his smile but the look of predator remained in them still. He needed you.
âYou taste divine, my dear.â You try to scoff, the comment was stupid in relation to simple kisses after all. But you donât get much of a chance to react to his flirtatious attitude before heâs leaned back in, this time hovering over your neck with his mouth. His nose nudges the underside of your ear as he keeps your head still with the hand still firmly holding the back of your neck.
âBut I want to taste your blood, if youâll let me.â
Goosebumps spread down your arms and your breath catches in your throat. The hidden meaning of what heâs asking of you isnât lost, not after todayâs events. He wants your vulnerability, your submission, your blood. You had always been the one to tell him when he could feed from you, now heâs asking directly to do so. He wants to see your trust in him. That even when heâs a starving animal, he wonât hurt you, wonât take more than he needs.Â
And he wants to show you how much he wants you.
His teeth graze over the soft skin of your neck, waiting for you to give him the sign. You nod.
His teeth pierce your skin, familiar pain shoots from the bite. You clench your teeth for a second before you relax, letting out a shaky breath. The pain dulls with his hands slowly starting to roam your body, one carefully tangling in your hair as he brings it up. He takes a soft grasp on it, using it to meaningfully guide your head to the side and giving him more space to drink from you. You donât provide any resistance, all hesitations towards his advances were being washed away with each wave of pleasure and pain.
Thereâs no rush to him, no tension as he takes his time to enjoy you. Instead of the usual controlled and precise way he usually fed from you, when you both believed it to simply be an act of survival. Now he lets his tongue lap over the wound, the odd feeling of your hot blood and his cool tongue intermingling against your skin. He momentarily leaves the spot to kiss up your neck, intentionally letting your blood drip down and leave a trail as you shudder from the pleasure. His body is still firmly pushed against yours, his free hand carefully sneaking under your shirt to push against your bare skin. Heâs pulling you against him and you've realized there's a rhythm to it, a slow and teasing tact to his grinding. It feels good, being so enveloped in him. When he feels ready again, he dips down to lick up the strip of scarlet that had formed, finishing with an open mouth kiss back where he started. The sharp inhale you make is punctuated by a soft moan, giving away your feelings and you realize youâve been caught enjoying this maybe a little too much.
Embarrassment burns through you as Astarion pulls back to watch your face, a chuckle rumbling in his chest and spilling out between his lips, putting fuel to your fire.
âNow wasnât that just adorable, I never expected you to make such cute sounds. Why havenât you let me hear those when Iâve fed from you before?â Heâs messing with you, a playfully mean glint to his eyes.
âYou know why.â You say defiantly.
âMaybeâŚâ He pretends to think about it, leaning back into you to place soft kisses along your jawline. The hand in your hair keeps you in place as he does. âBut I want to hear you say it.â
âIt feels good⌠this timeâŚâ You whisper but you know heâs heard you by the way you feel him smile against your skin.
âIs that so? I didnât know you were such a masochist but I guess I shouldnât be surprised, who else would be so turned on by being bitten by a vampire.â He mocks you, the way he laughs leading to even more embarrassment and frustration coursing through your body. Partially by the way his laugh makes desire shoot right to your core.
Heâs mean but it somehow turns you on even more, though youâd never tell him that. This is what you were trying to avoid after all, being so easily wrapped around his finger and put under his control. A part of you is still fighting his control and you try to step on his foot as payback.
Your foot only hits soft dirt as he quickly moves his own. Suddenly the grip in your hair is tightened and he pulls your head back further, forcing you to stare into his eyes directly. Youâre scared that you were going to be met with anger or even hurt over your sudden and involuntary rejection. Yet all youâre met with is delight when you look into his eyes, his heavy breathing filling the night air with the smell of blood.Â
âThere it is, I always did enjoy the way you pushed back. I was worried youâd have gone soft on me.â He seemed ecstatic by your actions and you flushed again, he really did like it. âBut just to make sure, darling⌠What do you want?â
For a moment youâre frozen, your head spinning from everything happening and partially from the blood loss. Not to mention the blood that had pooled somewhere further below. Yet worry brewed in the back of your mind and without thinking you blurted something out.
âWhat do you want, Astarion?â
You needed to know that this was what he wanted, despite him having taken the main lead, you wanted to make sure he had an out and that your own desires wouldnât shackle him too.
âOh sweetheart, youâre too considerate. But I strongly believe we want the same thing right now.â
âI want you.â The words spilled out of your mouth before you could think again and Astarion drank them up like wine spilled from the bottle.
âThatâs what I thought,â he kisses you again, the taste of iron still fresh on his lips. âI want you too, afterall.â
His kisses distract you as his skillful fingers leave your hair and skin, instead grabbing the buckle of the crossbow holster that was strapped across your chest. He can't seem to keep his mouth quiet while he does it though, not that you should expect Astarion to be able to keep his mouth from running.
âI want you below me, I want to hear you gasp and cry out in pleasureâŚâ Heâs breathless, wrangling the strap of leather over your head, mindlessly chucking the crossbow somewhere nearby. The light still reaches you two, if just barely. Darkness claws itâs way closer, you pray itâs enough to keep you hidden away from wandering companions who wonder where youâve gone. âI want you exposed and naked, darling, I want to dig my teeth into places only you and I will see.â
His fingers dig the rest of your tucked shirt out of your pants, his nails pleasantly scratching against your skin as he grabs bunches of the fabric and pull it up over your head as well. The cold air is suddenly intruding on your warm skin and you gasp. Astarion is quick to place his lips onto the newly exposed skin, placing kisses across your collarbone and to your shoulder.
âI want to feel your warmth against me, I want you to take me as you dig your nails into my back. I want to push you down just to feel you push back.â Your hands find purchase on his shoulders as his own hands grab your behind, using the leverage to once again pull you in close. You can feel the hardness that had grown between his legs. He keeps going, talking in a daze in between the kisses. You donât know if heâs drunk on your blood or just aroused, maybe itâs a combination of the two. Heâs grown warmer to the touch thanks as your blood reinvigorates him. âI want you to feel me, feel every thrust as I ruin you. I want to tease you until you cry, I want to punish you for holding back on me this whole time. I want you to feel what youâve done to me.â
You donât get a moment to respond to him, you donât even know what you could say. He takes your hand in his as he helps you both lower yourselves to the ground, the grass tickling the palm of your hand as you find purchase. He pushes himself over you, his knees firmly placed between your thighs, still holding your hand to push you down until you're laying below him.
âI want you to want me, just as I am.â
Thereâs a vulnerability to his voice and his eyebrows knit together ever so slightly as he takes a moment to take you in. You look up at him, his white curls a little more messy than when you arrived and his lips a little more flushed. The moon is still high in the sky and though not as bright as usual, itâs enough to shine down on him and he looks⌠Ethereal.Â
You take the pause in the flow to heave yourself forwards, pushing back and he lets himself fall back to sit on his knees as you kiss him again, slightly surprised.Â
âI do, Astarion, gods be damned I do.â
You canât take it anymore, heâs still fully dressed and you're desperate to see more of him and tired of being the only one exposed. Your hands grab at his shirt, messily working it out of his pants with a furrowed brow. A smile grows on his face and he laughs at your clumsiness before deciding to help you out. It only takes a moment for his own shirt to be discarded in the grass somewhere nearby.Â
âYouâre so forwards, did I really rile you up so much? I thought you didnât like it when I ran my mou-â You interrupt him with a forceful kiss and he doesnât hesitate to lean into it. Your hands finally touch his bare chest, letting your nails lightly scratch his skin as you run them further down. You feel him shudder.
âI like hearing you talk and you can run your mouth for hours butâŚâ Your breaths are heavy as your hands reach his thighs, softly grabbing his legs. âI need you to touch me while you do itâŚâ Youâre trying to be bold but the desperation seeps through your voice and you look up at him through your eyelashes, unable to fully face him.
âShit⌠Arenât you just perfect? Who am I to deny you what you needâŚâ He gives in to you, pushing you back enough to let him untie the lacing on your pants. It only takes a moment of shuffling until heâs rather expertly slid your pants off of you, leaving you in your undergarments. His hands grab your knees and part them enough for him to settle back inbtween them before they slide up your thighs. You're already working on the lacing at the front of your bra, pulling and tugging on the ribbons hurriedly. It gets even harder when Astarion decides he wants to taste you again, his lips finding your neck and hungrily licking for the taste your blood as left. Heâs sucking hard enough that youâre rather certain there will be a bruise in the morning but you donât care enough to reprimand him now.Â
âHaving some issues there, darling?â He teases as he feels you continue to loosen your bra, his thumb brushing against the sensitive skin on the inside of your thigh.
âNo, itâs fine, ah! There, I got it!â You finally get it loose enough to pull over your head but Astarion doesnât waste any time. As soon as youâve managed to get it above your chest, his mouth has found your breast and taken a nipple inbetween his lips. Your reaction is instantaneous as you arch your back into him with a loud gasp, your arms freezing above your head with the bra still tangled between them.Â
His cold tongue swirls around the bud skillfully and you're sure you can almost feel his fangs grazing against the sensitive skin. You're unable to keep quiet and even when you purse your lips together, the sounds betray you. But Astarion prides himself on his multitasking, one hand finally reaching below the edge of your panties. Youâre already drenched thanks to his previous actions.
âMy-my, youâre soaked. How often have you imagined this? Everytime youâve let me feed from you? Everytime weâve been alone together? Or just when Iâve put the thought in your head, hm?â His fingers slide between your wet lips, slowly spreading them as a finger found and began to circle your clit, not quite touching it.
âItâs not like tha- ah!â He doesnât let you finish, instead taking the moment you opened your mouth to slide two fingers into you, curling them ever so slightly.
âWhat did you say?â He mocked confusion, continuing to slowly thrust his fingers into you.
âI⌠I havenâtâŚâ You manage to get out between moans and heavy breaths, your brain going into overdrive trying to focus on what youâre saying. Astarion clicks his tongue and suddenly his free hand has pinched your nipple inbetween two fingers and his thrusting has gotten quicker.
âLying is a sin, didnât you know that my dear? Are you afraid of hurting me? Here I was, hoping youâd think of me daily. The thought of you touching yourself just because of my bite would simply delight me.â He rolls your nipple inbetween his fingers and you canât think anymore, all you can do is roll your hips against his hand and writhe underneath him. âCome on, confess to me, beautiful.â
âIâŚâ You struggle to formulate any sentence but his attention doesnât falter, instead he looks like a cat whose playing with a mouse. He shifts his body so your leg hooks over his thigh, pushing further up as he keeps pumping his finger into you. The new angle lets him hit that spot you can never quite reach yourself. The closer you get to formulating words, the quicker he goes until the lewd sound of his hand hitting your soaked pussy is all that can be heard. Youâre getting so close. âFuck- I have, I-Iâm sorry-â
Suddenly he laughs, loudly and with a sharp edge of ridicule. His hand slows to a near stop, simply pushing and curling his finger as he grinds the palm of his hand into your clit, keeping you close to that edge of cumming. Youâre dazed and confused when you look at him, why is he laughing?
âOh you are simply a riot, you sweet thing.â He smiles too kindly as he pulls his fingers from you, leaving you clenching around nothing. He leans back as he sucks your juices from his fingers and push yourself up on your hands.
âDid I say something wrong?â Youâre nearly panicked, worried you messed up and told him too much.
âNo, no, not at all. The opposite actually.â He gives you a grin that clearly shows off his fangs.
âT-then why..?â
âYou were close to cumming on my fingers, right?â
You nod, dumbfounded.
âI donât want you to.â
âHuh? W-what, why?â Your brain is still hazy and you canât think straight, his confusing answer didnât make it easier for you either.
âSimply didnât want you to.â You consider that maybe you did this to yourself, teaching him the power of simply refusing. You wanted him to have agency, but in this very moment you also wanted to cum. You wanted him to want you to cum. You can only guess that you looked especially conflicted because you were pulled from your thoughts by Astarions laugh again. When you look over to him, heâs untying the lace of his own pants. âOkay, no, I didnât want you to cum on my hand because I want you to cum on my dick, simple as that actually.â
âOh youâre such an assholeâŚâ You mutter under your breath but his grin tells you he heard you as he pushes his pants and underwear down his legs. You take the moment to pull your own panties off.
âAh, did you want to cum at all tonight, pet?â He threatens playfully as he finds his place between your legs but whatever reply you had died in your throat as your eyes land on his cock. You had imagined it before yet embarrassment had kept you from thinking of any details, yet there it was. Hovering over you, Astarion used one hand to hold himself up, the other softly tracing up your thigh as he took in your reaction and in turn observed your beauty. You laid beneath him, bare and vulnerable. Trusting and turned on. Just like he had wanted you. âHm? Catâs got your tongue? Come on nowâŚâ
He leaned in, kissing your lips once before once again lavishing the skin of your neck in open mouth kisses and playful nips that had you jolting under him. His cock just barely rested on your pussy lips as he slowly and softly moved back and forth.
âFuck⌠AhâŚâ You sigh in pleasure but itâs not enough to satisfy Astarions ever growing need to embarrass you.
âWords, darling, use them. What do you want?â he whispered against your skin, pressing his cock further into the softness of your cunt with the base of his thumb, slowly fucking the space between you and his hand. Your slick coats him and he canât help but sigh in relief. âTell me, or Iâll just use you like this until I cum and leave you as you are.â Itâs a threat without any truth, but itâs enough to push you to speak up.
âMaybe you should just⌠Shut up and fuck me, Astarion.â Your hand grips his hair, pulling it enough to guide his head back up to meet your eyes. The spark of your rebellion to his teasing thrills him to no end. âI want you to fuck me, is what Iâm saying.â
Lips and teeth and tongue suddenly clash as he presses his mouth to yours. Itâs messy and rough, you bite his lip and he moans. Your arms wrap around his neck. He finally guides himself to your opening and pushes the tip in. You both shiver, momentarily pulling away to whimper. And then all at once, Astarion pushes the rest of himself into your heat and you feel divine. You're forced to pull away and the feeling makes you drop your head back as you take a sudden, sharp inhale. Pleasure crashes over you and just as you feel like you can recover, Astarion is already ahead of you and starts to thrust. Whatever recovery you thought you could get is quickly washed away as moans and whimpers are all the things you can utter in that moment. His desire and desperation can be felt in the pace he quickly falls into, his mouth finding your breast once again but this time his earlier control seems to be gone. He bites into the soft flesh, his fangs sinking into your skin and you gasp. The pain and pleasure is overwhelming, the signals getting mixed up and all you know is that he feels good.
You lost count after the first three bite marks Astarion leaves on your body, you werenât even sure if all of them broke skin or would leave any marks but surely some were. The thought crossed you, of meeting your companions when morning light comes and the view of the marks up and down your neck. And you, who had worked so hard to keep your attraction to Astarion pushed so far down, suddenly itâd be obvious youâd become his plaything. And yet the thought made you clench around Astarions cock, ecstasy taking over whatever shame you had just felt.Â
Your peak was quickly building back up, and you repositioned your arms to grab around his shoulders and up his back. Letting your nails dig into his marble skin just like he had wanted.
âHah, to believe youâd take me so well⌠Especially after all that grandstanding about- hah, fuck⌠not falling for the sweet things I say.â The smugness in his voice was annoying yet you felt your core tighten even harder at them. You dug your nails even harder into his back in response and you felt him stutter in his pace, a pleasured whimper slipping out from under his breath. âShit, yeah just like that, sweet girl.â
Of course heâd like it. You hide your face in his neck, unable to do anything else. Youâre getting so close again.
A hand pushes inbetween you two as Astarion slips his thumb where you two are connected. He quickly finds your clit and presses down.
âCome on, I want you to cum on my cock⌠I want to push you over the edge, watch you cry out in pleasureâŚâ Youâre both dazed as he starts to rub your clit. Your back curves and you gasp, letting go of Astarion as you push your hands into the grass over your head, gripping it. âThatâs it, cum for me, beautiful.âÂ
The last thing you register is his smile and his fangs glinting in the moonlight as you finally tip over the edge. You're flooded with white, hot pleasure as you screw your eyes close and arch your back off of the ground. Astarion doesnât stop, his thumb relentless as he rubs you through your orgasm. Heâs pounding into you, fast and rough but as you keep clenching around him he can feel how heâs losing himself. Youâre still riding your high when his hands hit the ground on either side of your head and you can barely register his face as it hovers above you. Heâs breathtaking, mouth slightly agape and eyebrows scrunched together. You see his white eyelashes as he closes his eyes, fully focusing on how good you feel around him. His pace becomes an uneven mess fueled by a frenzy and his feral need for you. Each hit of his cock against your inside sends another intense wave of pleasure bordering on pain and you take it, whimpering.
And as he pushes into you as far as he can the scales finally tip and he cums, flooding your insides with his cum. You can feel the pulsing inside you as he collapses over you, you both breathing heavy and slowly coming back down from your highs.Â
It takes a minute before you're both in any condition to move, using the little energy you had gathered to roll over to your sides, facing one another. There's a comfortable silence as you let whatever happened to tonight soak in. Astarion is carefully watching your face, looking at the myriad of marks heâd left on your neck without even thinking. He never left marks usually, the proof of the nights spent with others made him nauseous. But his brain had been telling him that he should⌠that he needed to. He wanted you, after all. Reaching out with his hand, he carefully traced one of the bite marks. Your eyes suddenly widened.
âBy the gods- What in the hells am I going to tell ShadowheartâŚâ You groaned and hid your face in your hands. Astarion raised an eyebrow.
â...Was there something between you two I had just missed? Cus in that case I might not be able to come back to camp for a while.â He joked.
âNo, no not that. I had just⌠mentioned to her that I wasnât falling for your stupid flirting and how it was obvious you liked to fuck around and I just⌠Didnât want that to be me. Iâm pretty sure I called you annoying as well.â
Astarion once again laughed at you, the fact that you would both be facing a very judgemental Shadowheart was very amusing to him. Heâd rub it in her face if he could, but the hickeys and bitemarks on your neck was probably enough.
âBut now that is me⌠Ugh.â
â... You know I didnât bed you just because I could, right?â Astarion spoke up, awkward in his approach.
âWell yeah the whole âI want youâ thing was pretty consistent. But what do you want with me?â And there was that straightforwardness he always found a little intimidating.
âI⌠I donât know, but I want you. Thatâs all I know.â He studied your face before turning to lay on his back and look into the starless night. âDo I have to choose what that means now?â
â...No. Just⌠Tell me when you know I guess.â You shrug and turn to look at the sky as well.Â
âCan I want you to come closer?â Astarion spoke into the night, his voice barely heard over the breeze in the trees.
You donât answer, just shuffle closer to him, putting your head on his shoulder. He smiles, it felt nice having someone close even after you were⌠done.
âThough we shouldnât stay here too long, Iâm pretty sure I have grass up my ass crack and itâs colder than the hells out here. Sorry but you donât exactly help either.â
âOh arenât you just charming, didnât you ever learn some manners?â You both laugh and the shadowlands feel a little less⌠bleak, at least for tonight.
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