#like look at flutter mane

[onlyhereforghosttrick]

Honestly the more I learn about Pokerogue the more fucked it seems. Like look at Sprigatito.

What do you think one of their egg moves is?

I'll wait, list out as many as you can think of.

Alright got them all?

Wrong, Triple Axel.

You know. An Ice type move.

[caiabresebun]

one of my fave paldea pokies 🎀💕

[front-facing-pokemon]

[ribbononline]

And some halloweeny fusions, heres mimikyu/gardevoir, mismagius/altaria and flutter mane/salazzle !!

[crow-quet]

rarishy kid? ✨🦋

rarishy!!!!! <3 i love this one so so so much and i adore their vibe so much!!!!! this one was such a fun one and i did a lot of playing with colors !!!!

[casually-salad]

i need to draw more satyr stuff its so silly. anyway as much as fluttershy dosent use her annoying large wings shes actually a really competent flyer, of course with the downside of again, her wings are annoyingly large and cause her a lot of back pain. she normally uses a cane to get around but when RD finaaaly convinces her to race her she cant really, but somehow pinkie always shows up to hand it back to her when she lands, and usually beats RD.

[jelly-fish-wishes]

MY NEW BABY FROM POKÉMON HOME!

His name is Sparkles and I love him 🤍💜🖤

SPARKLES????

You know, I don't think I've seen the shiny for Iron Jugulis. It looks hella cool :0

[fierykitten2]

Who’s that Pokémon? It’s partially-hidden, badly drawn sketches of Scream Tail and Flutter Mane with hot chocolate I drew for no apparent reason because I’ll be honest, there are interesting Past Paradox Pokémon that aren’t Walking Wake or Gouging Fire (or Raging Bolt, but I mainly like it for the association with the rest of the Proto Beasts plus the Neo Swords). Well, it might have been inspired by the tier list meme I made earlier given I was originally going to also include Slither Wing

I’m not sure whether I want to keep the random splash of colour for the feathers/fur/spikes/Brute Bonnet has moss/etc of the Past Paradox Pokémon if I post more sketches like this. On one hand, unlike the Future Paradox Pokémon’s energy panels, it doesn’t make any sense. On the other hand, I treat their feather/fur/spikes/Brute Bonnet has moss/etc as their theme colours like how the Future Paradox Pokémon have their energy panels and I would like to be consistent between the two Paradox sets. That said, the Past Paradox Pokémon can’t even be consistent with each other. I mean, you guys (Team Scarlet) have three very clear dinosaurs (though admittedly one has a competitive-quadrupedal-slouch (yes I know Entei is quadrupedal) version of its modern-day counterpart’s stance and another is so yellow and fluffy it looks more like a giraffe than a dinosaur), a few probably dinos but it’s hard to tell because they didn’t play the theme well enough, a shroom covered in moss, a mammoth, a being that exclusively flies turned into a being that can’t fly, a heavy metal robot possibly-dinosaur who’s Future Paradox counterpart is a heavy metal robot definitely-dinosaur, a cat balloon with eyeliner and hair extensions and… I’m guessing what counts Flutter Mane as a dinosaur is the feathers (aka a birb). I guess that means the only ones that are definitely dinos are the Legendary-affiliated ones (Koraidon and the Proto Beasts). Actually, scratch that, I provided counter arguments against Fire and Bolt being obviously dinosaurs

With all that said, I do hope that the Iron Bundle the Unrivaled raids mean that Scream Tail and Flutter Mane come to 7-star raids at some point in the future. And Sandy Shocks, you can never have too many heavy metal robo dinos in one game (I may have to draw Shocks and Thorns together next. Oh, I did not realise that shortening Paradox names to just the second word would mean I’d end up referring to Sandy Shocks as Shocks but it does work well when paired with Thorns)

[specsthesecond]

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This time, you're roused from sleep by the sound of deep snoring coming from the orc under you. You blink away sleep and adjust slightly on the orcs massive chest, resisting the soothing lull of his slow breaths tempting you back to sleep.

He has an arm around your back, unconsciously keeping you against his chest. You lean up a little on your elbows to gaze at the sleeping giant. You never thought the word pretty could possibly be used to describe an orc but when you see the way his eyelashes flutter in sleep you second guess that notion.

His stubble is scruffy and unkempt just like his hair but it doesn't look dirty. His pitch black mane looks so soft you want to run your fingers through it and that fleeting thought shocks you so much you almost fall off the orcs chest.

Luckily he seems to be a rather deep sleeper, he only mumbles something in Orcish and pulls your body closer to his in his sleep. You try desperately to ignore the fire his touch lights under your skin. You're not sure you've ever been this close to someone else before, that thought makes you unreasonably angry. You're not some puritan who shies away from bodily desires. You've just never been good at getting close enough to people to experience it. Nobody chooses to live alone in the woods if they're good with people.

You adjust your hands under you, moving your open palm to where his heart should be. You feel the steady movement of his chest going up and down and it dawns on you, you'd completely forgotten what it's like to have a warm, breathing body next to you.

And just like that the ugly inkling that's been haunting you all these years is confirmed, you do crave intimacy. No matter how much you ignore it, you're weak and lonely. Hell, you're so desperate, you'd seek out the touch of an Orc of all beings!

You feel one pathetic tear trickle down your cheek and you quickly wipe it away. Your fingers lightly brush his soft tunic, seeking heat from the warm skin just underneath. You place your palm flat, letting his heartbeat soothe you again. Your fingers trace the hem of his tunic, where the white cotton meets his hair-covered green chest.

The feeling in your fingers has returned just enough to really feel how soft his skin is. You slowly trail your fingertips up to where his stubble begins on his throat. This type of intimacy is so distant from what you know and it causes another pang in your heart.

You lightly brush the bristly hair, you'd always thought orcs would have abysmal hygiene but his stubble feels clean, if unkempt. There isn't much reason to shave or look presentable when you live alone in the woods, you know that much. Your eyes follow the trail up past his chin to his lips, way too soft-looking for an orc. You get a closer look at the carvings on his tusks but it doesn't help you discern what exactly the carvings depict or what they mean. Your eyes flick up back to his pretty lashes and meet his dark brown irises, they glow so nicely in the fireligh-

Shock electrocutes your body and you jolt away from him with a speed like lightning. You stare wide eyed at his very awake self and embarrassment runs through you like you've never felt before. He sits up, clearly startled at the speed you jumped away from him. You can't look at him, the concern in his eyes only mortifies you further. You desperately look around the room for anything else to focus on and you spot the rest of your clothes still on the rack next to the hearth.

You stumble to your feet, a numb pain still gnaws at your muscles but it feels just like the pain of a long hike, almost familiar. You reach for your two pairs of thick socks and starts pulling them on one by one. The orc, still sitting on the floor, only seems to realize what you're doing when you start slipping your snow boots on. He springs up and heads to the kitchen where you hear clattering and water boiling. You slip on the rest of your clothes, tucking everything in super tight for extra protection. You must have been here awhile because even your fur coat is completely dry, you drape over your shoulders followed lastly by your thick scarf. You walk a few laps in front of the hearth, stretching out your unused muscles for the trek back home and when you think you're ready you awkwardly stand in the middle of the living room, gaze flicking from the front door to the kitchen.

Why are you waiting? You shouldn't even be here. You take only one step towards the door when the orc comes back with a flask in his hands. He rather bluntly holds it out for you to take and you do. Looking from him to the flask, you open it to catch a scent of whats inside. As you guessed it was the spicy honey tea he had served you before, you close the lid tight before your mouth starts to water.

You look up at him, unsure of what to do or say. Neither of you have said a word to each other, You don't expect him to know human common and you guessed he doesn't expect you to know Orcish. You decide on nodding your head low, in what you hope comes across as an expression of appreciation. Apparently it does because he nods back to you with an expression you don't really understand, like he wants to smile but he's sad.

He steps outside with you, you can tell even through the clouds that it's daytime now and you once again wonder how long you spent cuddled up with this orc. He walks out into the snow and leads you to the edge of the little clearing around his home. He points in the direction you need to go, apparently trusting that you can find your way back. You definitely can and you appreciate his acknowledgment of this, nodding to him once more before walking off into the woods, eager to get back home.

You only look back once, when his stone cottage is almost out of sight, he stands on the veranda, watching you leave and for some reason you find it endearing. He's truly just letting you go, after saving your life, feeding you and giving you shelter he's really not going to ask for anything in return? You sigh to yourself, knowing it will way heavy on your conscience if you don't do something for this kind stranger in return.

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[briseroyawritingsblog]

𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓

𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅!𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒔!𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

• +18 minors do not interact. pregnancy sex, soft sex, fluffy, kissing, squirting, future together, established marriage relations. etc, minors do not interact.

𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 / 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

divider by @anitalenia

“Oh Lo” you whispered touching your chest in awe. You just moved into a new home.. few days ago. Busy like two bees getting everything in order to start living your lives together you gazed at your husband who currently put together a cot for your little one. “It’s ready” he smiled softly looking at you his heart fluttering at the mere sight of you carrying your love baby in your belly rocking the flowery dress. “You look beautiful sweetie..come here..” he extended his hand to you standing up from the floor. You caressed your round belly feeling the baby kick and move within you. Lacing your fingers together you touched the cot gently before feeling his arms around you. He kissed your shoulder humming big hands caressing your bump. “our baby seems to be very happy” you tilted your head towards him meeting his lips in a soft kiss. “I feel it” he kissed you sweetly rubbing over your bump.

“Lo..” you moaned feeling his lips on your chin as he touched your full breasts gently squeezing. “So beautiful” he hummed eyes clouded in desire your cheeks receiving a tinge of pink. “You always have a way with your words Lo” he continued to pepper soft kisses against your neck your hand scratching the back of his dark mane letting out a moan. “Keep going..” closing your eyes you felt his hand delve inside of your cleavage touching your perky breasts your nipples hardening to his warm touch and your core pulsated with warmth and wetness. He tsked “So wet sweetie.. all for me?” You nodded gulping with glossy eyes and swollen lips from all that sweet kissing. “Please.. there” you kitty licked his lower lip as he parted your folds with his thick digits circling your clit. “Oh please!” You tipped your head back leaning it against his shoulder as he stood behind you growling with hunger, growing bulge pressing to your butt. “I got you, c’here..” he gently pressed you to the drawers and you grasped them with both of your hands moaning loudly as he slid his fingers inside of your pussy. Your cheeks grew hotter as you felt his mouth on your ear whispering how beautiful and how much of a good mother you were about to become. You tugged on his belt impatiently “wanna cum on your cock daddy” you whined pressing your butt against his bulge “fuck.. fuck..” Lo growled hungrily, your hearts matching rhythm going wild in your chests. When you heard his belt buckle you moaned at the emptiness in your core.

“Gentle baby..” he wrapped his arms around you hands on your bump as he pushed in your dripping wet honeypot. “Daddy needs a little lovin little one.. mommy is impatient..” you giggled breathlessly feeling him fill you out perfectly. “Daddy” you breathed melting yourself in his arms and when his hips drew back and forth into you— you felt your world explode in ecstasy. Lo opened the front of your dress so your breasts bounced out to his pace and it was loving, soft “fuck.. lookatcha..” he hugged you feeling his big swollen cock coated in your creamy slick as he thrusted in out of you squeezing your breasts your mouths melting into another passionate kiss “can’t help it.. you make me so happy mommy”. His pace grew faster, your hands grasping his strong forearms crying out in pleasure feeling the heat in your abdomen just intensify and when you reached the sun you squirted on his cock making Lo curse with lustful groans and moans against your ear “my perfect little wife.. mine forever, mine.. ugh, mine” he praised making you whimper out sob in pleasure before he gave you even faster pounding grabbing your messy pussy from the front when he stilled his hips with a moan cumming undone filling you with his load. You accepted all of it— “love you so much I’m yours” you littered his face in soft kisses touching his hair. He held you close to him humming with a soft smile “my moon..my love”

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[karlachismylife]

Spotted || The Queen of the Clan pt.1

I absolutely do think about werewolf/dog shapeshifter Johnny every day, because I am a weak little gorilla and want to cuddle a big doggo, but

What if Soap as a hyena shapeshifter. Cuz their manes look like mohawks and he can keep his precious fluffy hairstyle. He's trotting around with his spots and long black socks on those strong legs, round ears twitching when he hears someone - prey, perhaps? But prey doesn't sound so pretty and cute, doesn't laugh and chirp so sweetly. So he keeps his tail high and hurries to the sound source, to find reader there chatting with other people - all with photocameras and other familiar equipment. You're neither prey, nor threat: just a documentary crew here, probably mainly for the lions.

You spot him immediately, his wary stance catching everyone's attention.

"The tail up so high can mean different things, but it might be a sign of agression. Careful, everybody," one of the specialists warns you, and you nod - you're not stupid, that's clear, but the smile you have on your face is so blissfully ecstatic, almost as if every thought left your brain at the sight of a chonky, bulky hyena investigating your filming sight (to be fair, it's probably his everything else sight). But you're just happy to see your first big animal on this trip, and so close!

"Hi, beautiful," you coo softly, brely a whisper, as you pull your camera up and start taking pictures of him - it takes the hyena only a few moments before it suddenly changes his stance to a more imposing one, puffing out its chest, legs wide apart, mane fuffed up. "Aw, are you posing for me, pretty boy? That's right, you're gonna be a star. I can already picture everyone going crazy for these cute pics..."

You tear your eyes away from him to take a look at what you're getting, not sure if the exposition and other settings are right, but when you adjust them and look back up to try and take another picture, the hyena isn't there. You almost let out a disappointed sigh, when you realize that no one of the crew is moving and their eyes are all glued to you - and then something big, fluffy and warm bumps your hip.

"Oh god," you try not to get startled by the hyena so close. It's even bigger that it seemed from afar, probably will be as tall as you if it stands up on its hind legs. Actually, it might be a girl - those tend to be bigger among spotted hyenas, after all. A formiddable force of nature, a deadly predator - not to be fooled by the public perception.

And it's sniffing at you very loudly, fluttering its round ears and bumping your hip again, like a needy cat with its huge wet eyes, before you finally lower your camera - and it shoves its muzzle into the little screen immediately!

"What, you like these? Give me permission to make you famous?" you chuckle when the hyena lets out somewhat of an approving whine. It bumps its head against your palm, but, glancing at your crew, you decide to withhold from petting the wild animal, after all.

The hyena doesn't look pleased with it. It whines again, paws at you, and then huffs, clearly irritated. Leaving you alone and shaking its head to fluff up its mane again, it sniffs around, trotting around your temporary camp, and heads straight to your backpack - your food inside, sleeping bag rolled neatly and resting against its side. While you try to remember if you have anything there that could cause danger to the curious animal, the hyena sniffs around it, making sure it's definitely yours, and then...

"No, no-no-no, please, don't-" it's too late. Turning around with the smuggest smirk you ever saw on an animal's face, the hyena lines up and sprayes your stuff generously. The smell of boiling cheap soap and something else hits you almost immediately on that short distance. No amount of washing will save you. You stand there, absolutely speechless and bemused, as the hyena bursts out into loud cackling, almost rolling on the ground and the sight of you.

And then a response cuts through the air - one, two, three other voices, interrupting that little spotted shit's fit. It immediately stops giggling, casts you one last look with a grin and then bolts away, to its family pack.

What a start to your filming trip. You'll just have to hope that hyena doesn't bring all its friends to your camp to cause chaos...

Another important thing about spotted hyenas? Their packs are matriarchal :)

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[pearlzier]

────⠀ ⠀cowboy!matt x farmer's daughter!reader

based off this bot here. cowboy!matt my beloved. warnings / smut, oral (m!receiving), naive!reader, virgin!afab!reader, p in v, pet names (sugar, darlin', sweet girl, baby, pretty baby etc.) i know nothing about horses so like. THIS IS LONG 😭😭 no clue how many words idk long. cum on. ass !!!!!

"you've got a good heart, darlin'," matt's voice is gentle, warm. characterised by that accent, words oozing out of his mouth like fresh honey. his blue eyes linger on you for a moment, he's trying hard to not rake them over you, to look over your curves beneath the denim of your overalls. you're adorable. the bows on the buttons and all. he's taken a little off guard by the sight of you looking at him with those soft features, his attention grabbed again by your words.

you let out a soft squeak when he grasps at your chin gently, calloused fingers from hard work against your skin. a small smile adorns your lips at the touch, eyes searching his for a moment. matt wishes the absolute best for you, he really does. he wants to ruin you—but maybe also take you away from this shitty farm. "just.. wanted to be nice, 'n' helpful, y'know?" you tell him, rolling your shoulders in a shrug.

"but thank you," you add afterwards, a giggle bubbling from your lips. matt feels that familiar pang of warmth in his heart at the sight and sound of it.

fuck, he's done for.

he notices how quiet you are, seemingly nervous and thinking of something to say. a small smirk adorns his lips for a moment. he goes to speak. however you get to it first—"what's their name?" matt glances over and sees you're staring at his horse. a soft gleam sparkles in his eyes and he's more than happy to tell you whatever you please about his best girl.

the smile on his face grows wider at your interest, and he adjusts his cowboy hat, looking back at his mustang too. "mmh? 'er name's angel, my pretty little mustang, hm?" he lifts a hand to brush over her mane, quiet for a minute before he looks back over to you. "wanna brush her f'me, darlin'?" he asks, already rummaging in his saddle bag for the brush.

your eyes light up instantly, and you're practically finding the brush for him with how excited you are. "yeah, please?" your head nods fervently, fingers fiddling with the straps of your overalls as you eye the brush he comes up with.

there's a soft, breathy laugh that escapes him at your excitement at the prospect of brushing his angel. a soft hum comes from him and he nods his head. he swears he can feel his heart aching in his chest with every glance at you. you're too cute. he's gonna pick you up and never let you go, he swears.

"all yours, sugar," he tells you, smiling as he hands the brush to you. he holds the eye-contact, searching your gaze for a minute. "be real gentle, now," his words are soft, voice warm as he guides you over to angel. "she's a sweet girl, the sweetest, but she'll get antsy if you're too rough. she's a diva like that. got it, baby?"

honestly, you know exactly how to brush a horse since you do it nearly every damn day on your dad's farm, however because he sounds so sweet and is beinf so sweet, plus he called you baby? yeah, you'll pretend like you've bever seen a horse in your entire life. taking the brush, you nod your head, "got it," the feel of his hands on your arms makes a warmth flutter in your stomach.

this is his horse, so you're extra careful with angel, murmuring quietly, "you're really pretty," as if the horse could hear you. this makes matt's heart melt where he is, and his tongue darts out to lick over his bottom lip for a moment. matt leans back against the wooden fence, both hands grasping at the top as he watches you brush angel's sleek coat, his blue eyes fluttering over the two of you. his best girls.

"gettin' all loved up on her, ain't you, sweet girl?" he muses quietly, his words are light hearted, eyes tracking your every movement.

"i love her," you affirm, a smile playing on your lips once more as you look to angel again. she's whinnying and leaning towards your touch, content beneath the brush. when you look back at matt, you murmur, "she's adorable." matt nods in agreement, a soft sigh escaping him.

when you're done, you look the mustang over for a minute, glance back at matt, then back again. you're quiet again, thinking about what it'd be like to ride her, but you shake yourself out of your thoughts soon after. matt's brows cock for a moment. "she's the prettiest, ain't she?" he takes back the brush, putting it onto the fence by where he was before he steps up behind you. he can't help but place his hands on your hips.

he draws you back against him, squeezing at your hips for a moment with draws the line between appropriate and well, inappropriate, a lot closer. "you wanna ride her, don't you, sugar?" he feels you relax against him, almost immediately, and he meets your gaze for a minute. seeing you nod, a soft, amused smile settles on his lips again. "daddy doesn't let me ride our horses," a frown settles on his lips at your words.

another quiet hum rumbles in his chest when he feels you lean against him. matt's grip on your hips tightens, and he's resisting the urge to tug you back against him.

"course can, pretty girl," he says gently, tilting your head up for a minute. "daddy ain't here. i am. so, c'mere, now. let me help you up."

you're practically beaming when he says that. he's so damn sweet, you're realising. maybe you really are into cowboys. and really, you hadn't met many guys before, but regardless, he's so damn sweet. "daddy ain't here, you are," you agree, nodding your head. you can get with that logic.

god damn it, you're sweet.

"atta girl," he murmurs, coaxing you closer to angel. he had to admit he's having some very impure thoughts the moment he gets his hands on you, helping you up onto angel's saddle. he's quiet for a minute. you look so damn good up there, on his mustang. thank god for these cowboy pants because damn, he's straining a little here.

he wanted to settle you somewhere other than the saddle, definitely.

matt hops up too, sitting behind you. his chest comes flush against your back, the urge to run his hands over your body is palpable but he holds off. he sees the way you shiver a little, and he asks, "you doin' good, darlin'?" his words are soft. "not gettin' scared, are you?"

admittedly, yeah, you are. you feel so tall and high up, having never been at this height before. however the feel of angel beneath you, unmoving, not budging, makes you feel better. and matt's hands on you too. "ain't gonna let you fall, baby. i'll take good care of you."

"okay," you nod your head, leaning back against matt. feeling angel start to move beneath you, you grasp onto the reins. the mustang trots beneath the two of you, making some ground as she wanders about a bit. this makes you relax, it isn't as scary as you thought. besides, matt behind you, holding you tight, there's no way you'd get hurt.

matt could barely focus with your body against his, ass flush against his crotch and practically grinding back against him every minute or so. but he knew he had to be responsible and keep you safe, so he tries to calm the thoughts running through his head at that moment. thinking about how he wanted you bent over a hay bale beneath him wasn't exactly a good idea considering he had your safety to focus on. "you like it?"

you can feel matt's hands on your stomach, warm and gentle. his voice is low in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine and your hands tightening on angel's reins. "feels good, pretty thing?" he murmurs, and you nod, though unsure whether he was talking about riding around on angel or his touch on your body. albeit, it's definitely both. "yeah," you say quietly to his words, glancing around the field idly for a moment. "daddy shoulda' let me ride horses earlier, this is amazin'."

the farm looked so pretty. the sunset glowing down onto the grass and the two of you, the fruit trees swaying idly and the faint sounds of the animals in the barn only adding to everything. plus, you had a cute cowboy helping you ride his horse. it's the most free you'd been in.. well, ever.

a shiver goes down his spine too at how relaxed you are, how gentle your words are. his mind's spinning, you're so damn soft. it's like you're meant to be against him, your body moulding perfectly into his. he keeps his hand firm against your stomach, before he speaks up again.

"you know.." that gets your attention and you look back at him, "i wanna show you somethin', pretty baby, you trust me?"

despite the fact that that you'd only talked to matt a little bit, this being your first ever proper meeting, you did trust him. perhaps you were naïve (you are) but you were enjoying his company and he radiated warmth. "uh, yeah, alrighty," might also be the warmth of his hands against you clouding your judgement but he does seem genuinely caring and compassionate. "i trust you."

a grin settles on his face the moment he sees your agreement, and he gently encases your hands on angel's reins, bringing his body closer against yours. that's it, you're doing so well.

"s'not far," he assures you, spurring angel forward so she leads the two of you away from the farm. you glance back almost immediately, lashes fluttering against your cheeks. it's getting late out, but you were sure matt'd bring you back before your daddy started to worry, so you settle against angel and continue riding.

you couldn't remember the last time you'd been outside the farm, to be completely honest. and you're sure matt can feel the excitement rolling off of you as angel leads you both further and further from the farm. the sun is setting, slowly but surely, purpley pinks and golden oranges glowing down on you. matt's eyes drift over you, how damn pretty you look under the sun's rays. he's so taken by you. finally, the two of you make it to a little clearing. though, in the centre is an old, worn down barn. how charming.

matt helps you off the horse, hands grasping at your waist as he sets you down onto the grass. "s'got character," you say, finding the nice things in the otherwise.. a tad bit run down exterior. maybe he's thinking too far ahead, he could be, but he could imagine you and him fixing up the place, making it your own one day. the two of you admire it for a moment, the charm and whimsy of it.

he keeps his hands on your waist despite the fact he doesn't need to, his hands smoothing over the denim of your overalls. his grip keeps you against his chest, and he's quiet, just taking you in. "right, c'mere," he says finally, urging you foreard with a nudge of your hips and coaxes you forward with a nod of his head towards the barn. "wanna show you somethin' inside, baby."

you glance up at him, brows cocking with curiosity, "what've you got in an ol' barn like this?" your eyes dart around for a moment, just looking at the surroundings. matt lets out a quiet chuckle at your words, because you're right, an old barn like this? not much going on. but he silently leads you inside, knowing you're completely unaware of his thoughts at that moment. or any of the moments prior.

it's basically pitch black inside despite the flickering rays of fading sunset peeking in from the top windows. you can't see much, if anything at all, eyes having not adjusted to the darkness yet. matt, however, can see perfectly fine at that moment. as a cowboy, he'd seen his fair share of the dark already.

the inside is basically bare, some old couches, hay bales, dirt on the floors and scattered wood, straw too. he can see your mind working in the darkness, and his hands on you are gentle, reassuring that you're fine. he guides you forward slowly, till you bump into a bench, and end up sat down. you try to meet his gaze in the darkness, however it's a little fruitless considering you can't see shit. "matt?" your words are soft, curious.

matt moves directly in front of you, pushing between your legs so that they spread out to accomodate him. now you can see him better, a sliver of light behind him making his figure clearer to your eyes.

"you trust me, sweetheart?" he asks once more, and of course, you nod once more too. his hands come and clasp yours, fingers interlacing with yours. bringing your hands up to his chest, he splays your fingers against him. matt's hot breath fans against your face. "of course you do," he murmurs quietly, smiling gently at the sight of you.

you watch as he slowly leads your hands over his body, hot, warm and firm beneath your hands. matt guides your hands down to his stomach, and you pause there, his blue eyes darting to yours. "keep going," his voice is low and quiet, "lower, honey."

now, your hands ease over him, over his hips to feel the plaid fabric of his shirt end and shift to the cold metal and hot leather of his belt. your fingers brush his belt buckle, and he looks at you once more. "undo it," he coos, "undo my belt."

"i've never.." you go to warn him, but he knows, he knows and he's okay with the fact that you've never done this with a guy before. as he watches you undo his belt, tugging it from the loops, a soft smile settles on his lips. your breathing picks up, chest rising up and down in quickened breaths. it's a good look on you, all breathless and needy.

"that too," he brushes his fingers over your face, touching your skin gently when he sees you undoing his jeans. as soon as he tells you to, you do it, and that makes heat warm his abdomen. matt strokes his thumb over your neck, head tilting to the side. "pull 'em down. there's a girl, that's it," he shivers a little, as do you, as you pull down his jeans, a breeze hitting his thighs.

"you like what you're seein', baby?" he stands above you, wearing his plaid shirt and boxers. matt grasps at your hands once more and he guides them over his bare thighs, a low grunt escaping him.

you had to admit he's good looking. so good looking. you may have been sheltered your entire life but you'd, of course, watched a hell of movies before. and he's like prince charming, the way he treats you, so gently and patiently. "uh-huh," you mutter, shifting your weight where you're sat. "you look.. good."

"just good?"

"uh, really good. like.. woah," that makes him laugh, and he tilts his head for a moment, as he guides your hands now to the waistband of his boxers. curling your fingers into the fabric, he mumbles, "god, you've got such soft hands."

"i do?" feels like you haven't done a single bit of hard labour in your life.

"every part of you's soft, sweet girl," that's true. he knows it, you know it. he squeezes your hands over his boxers, grunting quietly as your palm brushes over the front. he's straining against the fabric already, not wanting to stain them with a wet patch he knows is impending. "pull these down for me," he lets you tug at the elastic, groaning when you finally tug them down.

the way you obey literally instantly, without any hesitation, makes his blood throb. especially as his cock comes free from his boxers, aching and leaking from the tip. precum oozes from the head, and he watches the way your eyes linger on him. "you ever touch a man like that before, sweetheart?"

"no," you shake your head, not sure what to do with your hands now. you're trying so hard not to look down between his legs, but it's practically impossible. a soft smirk settles on his lips and he hums, "never?"

"never," you agree quietly, your chest rising and falling in more picked up breaths. matt's intimidating in a gentle, caring way, if that makes sense. he's so much of those things that it's intimidating.

"m'gonna teach you. y'alright with that, honey? we ain't gotta do nothin' y'don't wanna do."

that makes you relax a lot more and you consider it, "nothin' i don't wanna do?" you confirm, and when he nods, you offer your hand. you notice how his eyes gleam almost instantly, and the speed in which he takes your hand into his. "there y'go," he says quietly, wrapping your hand around his shaft slowly. it twitches in your hand a little, and he lets out a throaty swallow. "wrap that pretty hand around me, that's it."

"like this?" you wanna do this perfectly for him, perfect. your fingers wrap around him, all gentle. he watches you for a minute, before he speaks up again.

"y'know how to give a man pressure, darlin'?" you're quiet for a moment, before you have a spark of confidence and tighten your grip on him ever so slightly, and he lets out a quiet, strangled moan from his throat. "like that?" your head cocks to the side a little, and he nods his head once more.

"just like that," his voice comes out deeper than he means for it to. the moment you start to stroke him, his head tips back a little and his lips part to let out a low sound. "keep at it, baby, just like that.." matt mutters, fingers brushing over your cheek gently.

as you start getting a hang of things, your hand pumps his cock a little faster and more proper. eyes lifting to his, you smile gently, a little proud one. he was proud of you too, really damn proud. "does it.. feel good?" does it feel good? 'course it fucking does.

"you're a natural, sweet," matt agrees quietly, hips stuttering a little towards your warm hand to try chase the pleasure you're giving him. a quiet grunt escapes him and he shifts his weight, chest rising and falling in quickened breaths too. the fact you're so eager makes his heart race, makes even more precum ooze from the tip and onto your hand.

he's quiet for a minute, before he mutters, tone lilted with gentle curiosity. "you wanna try somethin' else, baby? think you'd be a real natural at that too, hm?" he murmurs, an amused sound escaping him.

"mhm?" you look up at him, biting your bottom lip for a moment before you release it as your lips part. you search his gaze, and matt smiles, coaxing you to look at him properly. he looks down at you through his lashes, "open y'mouth for me.. look at you, doin' so well." your lips part, mouth open as soon as he asked.

his thumb drops to your bottom lip, brushing over it. you're so damn pretty, the way he looks you up and down making your stomach flutter almost instantly. he steps infront of you, letting the head of his cock brush against your lips gently. matt wraps his hand around his base, giving himself a few languid strokes. "keep that pretty mouth nice and open," he tells you, words soft.

your eyes fall down to his cock infront of your mouth, feeling his warmth so close to you, and a soft moan escapes you. when your hot breath hits his tip, his hips stutter forward a little bit instinctively. "tongue out," he watches you stick your tongue out and he gives himself a few more strokes, a quiet grunt slipping past his lips. "such a good girl. so damn good."

you look so good down there, eyes soft and curious as they search his. matt bites his lip for a minute, slowly tapping his cock against your inviting tongue. damn it, you look so good. so, so fucking good. letting his free hand come up to the back of your head, he brings you closer to him. "gonna put myself in, alright? don't worry. remember, okay? breathe through your nose, relax your mouth."

he watches as you do what he'd said, relaxing your mouth as best as you can. you're absolutely wracked with nerves, but he's making it easier for you, not as bad as you thought it'd be. matt's dying to feel the inside of your warm mouth. he's quiet for a minute, "don't have to take all of me, alright? take as much as you can," before he starts easing himself into your mouth, a shuddering breath slipping past his lips.

employing what he'd told you immediately, you relax your throat and mouth, starting to breathe through your nose as opposed to your mouth. "that's it, shit, there we go, darlin', pretty, pretty mouth.." you gag the tiniest bit, and he pauses, "you alright? want me to stop?"

"no, no, no, no—" you mumble around his throbbing length, and he lets out a quiet laugh.

"alright, alright, i got you," he eases himself further, till you tell him to stop. "there we go, takin' practically all of me, hm? that's it, relax.. don't wanna hurt you," matt coos, rubbing your cheek for a minute. perfect. you look absolutely perfect with his cock down your throat, and he has half a mind not to start thrusting into your mouth, but he's promised to teach you gently.

when you go to speak, he shakes his head, "ah, ah, no, honey, just.. just feel it for me, make me feel good," he slowly eases himself back, "gonna start moving, okay? tell me if you wanna stop." with that, and your nod which inadvertently bobs your head on him, he starts moving his hips back and forth. the length of his cock disappears between your lips with every thrust, a ring of saliva slowly forming around fhe base of his shaft. "doing so good, got a perfect mouth. never done this before, baby? i'd beg to fuckin' differ, shit.."

any nerves you had prior practically dissipate with how good he's reacting to what you're doing to him. his grip onnthe back of your head tightens, and he's grunting with his every thrust and bob of your head, his own falling back a little. "face of 'n' angel but mouth of a sinner... my god.." he whimpers quietly, his lips parted with his breaths.

if he could keep at this, he would, he really would. he'd use your mouth to get over the edge a million times and he'd cum all over you—your face, your.. he's getting a bit ahead of himself now, he knows. so he gently taps your cheek and pulls himself out for a moment, a grunt escaping him.

you look worried, confused, as if he didn't like it or had some critique. "was i—was i doing it wrong?" you look so genuinely upset that he has to quickly console you that no, he's fine, great, amazing even, and he just wants your warm cunt instead of your mouth.

"no, no, you're doing perfectly," you really are, he feels so fucking good. he fists his cock a few times, a shiver running down his spine before he gestures to you. "take those overalls off for me, alright?" you're so eager to, you practically rip off the buttons. you slip your overalls off your body and you know for a fact that matt likes the look of you, the sight of your lacy little bra and dainty panties clinging to your hips.

"c'mere, come.. c'mere," matt growls, practically lifting you from where you're sat as he looks around for somewhere to bend you over. he finds a hay bale, in which he unbuttons his shirt and lays it out so you don't get scratched up all that much by the hay. in seconds, he's got you bent over.

"wait, wait—" your words cause matt to stop instantly, fingers releasing the elastic of your panties. his eyes dart to yours, and he looks worried that he'd hurt you or something. "be gentle, please?" he relaxes almost instantly, and he smiles, "i got you, baby. i'll be gentle."

his hand smoothes over your ass, squeezing at it for a minute before he mumbles, "can i take this pretty pair off you, baby?" he sees how you're quiet for a minute before you nod, and he grins as he eases them off your soft thighs. the sight of your pretty, puffy pussy makes his dick throb between his thighs once more, twitching. a string of your arousal clings to your panties from your hole, and that only serves to make him want you more.

"please," you say quietly, weakly. matt hums quietly, letting his fingers ghost over your folds. he swipes a finger through your wetness, seeing whether he'd need to loosen you up for him. he knew you'd be tight but you were wet enough he could probably push right in without much resistance, if any at all. "yeah? need me?" he coos quietly, his hand slowly wrapping back around his cock as he slowly rubs himself against your cunt. the quiet, wet sounds your core makes makes him groan.

"hold on tight, okay? real tight for me," you grasp at the hay as best as you can, feeling it scratch at your hands a little. but the pleasure he's about to give you outweighs any thoughts of getting your hands a little scuffed. the feel of his tip pushing into your wet hole has your knees buckling beneath you, and he slides his free hand underneath you to hold you up. "matt," you whine out, quietly, and he coos, "i know, i know. feels big, huh? you feel tight, honey, so tight 'n' warm."

he pushes in slowly, not wanting to overwhelm you anymore than you already are. matt's eyes flutter shut for a second along with your own, when he bottoms out, and he grasps at your hips tightly with an almost bruising grip. "can i—"

"yeah, please, oh.. please.." well, if you're that eager. he rocks his hips back before he pushes himself back into you. you gasp out, grip on the hay tightening. he's so big, having to practically bully his cock into your pussy, because you're so damn tight too. matt's quiet but still vocal, grunting, groaning and faintly whimpering with every thrust of his hips.

you hiccup softly, "so good, oh, oh god," your chest rises and falls in heavy breaths, tits shaking beneath your sweet little bra, spilling from the lace. this catches matt's eyes immediately, and he smirks, sliding his hand under your chest and squeezing to hold you up. he swallows thickly, "you like that? yeah? feels good, i know, baby, mmh, yeah.." he squeezes your chest again, before he slides his hand down your side to hold onto your hips and squeeze again.

matt's thrusts pick up, hips smacking against yours with the sound of skin against skin echoing throughout the barn. the way you cry out, legs trembling, god, you're gorgeous. so, so damn pretty. "matt! matt, oh my god, mmh—ah.." he can tell you're getting closer from how the trembling in your legs picks up, and how your inner walls clench around him. he swallows hard, "you gonna come? yeah? all over me? that's it, give it to me, wanna feel it, fuck."

you're squealing, grasping tighter at the hay bale beneath you. his words only throw you over the edge, your orgasm hitting you like a truck. he gasps shakily, feeling the way you squeeze around him so tight. he feels your release ooze down your thighs, and his too, and he growls shakily with each buck of his hips now. "gonna come, fuck, hold on, baby, hold on," he slowly pulls out of you, his fist flying to his cock as he pumps his hand quickly, whimpering under his breath with every stroke. "m'comin', shit, my god—that's it, yeah.." his abdomen tightens and eventually hot, white ropes of cum spurt out from his tip and coat your ass, dripping down your soft skin.

you look so pretty like that.

"you okay, baby? he asks gently, eyes meeting yours as he grasps at the hay bale, chest rising and falling in picked up breaths. when you glance up at him, all wide eyed and hazy, nodding, he knows you're okay, and wanting more. "feel so good," you admit, and you glance away for a second before meeting his gaze again. "want.. more."

"more?" matt's eyes rake over you for a second, and he nods, a hum escaping him. "turn around, i got you, honey. always got you."

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Omg i absolutely loved rosemary!!! Also the fact it’s based on a Sierra Ferrell song is amazing. That brings me to my request to maybe an Arthur fic based on her song “I Could Drive You Crazy” 🤭🤭🤭 I feel like that song is so Arthur and his darling girl coded

I COULD DRIVE YOU CRAZY

cw: fluff, hunting, pre-canon, two idiots in love, arthur is crushing so hard it’s actually embarrassing

wc: 3,3k

a/n: the way I SCREAMED when I saw your request anon !! i loove Sierra Ferrell she’s one of the few artists i have constantly on repeat. Sorry I took my sweet time replying but I had to make this piece good. This is a little insight on Arthur and his darling girl pre-relationship dynamic ! Thank you for requesting and I hope you like it <3

The late noon sun bathed the camp in a cold, bright light, casting the long shadows of the nearby douglas fir trees stretching all around you as it began its slow but steady descent behind the rolling hills of the Tall Trees region as afternoon approached. The smell of woodsmoke and simmering stew filled the air, mixing with the earthy scent of pine and the faint aroma of freshly turned earth. You stood beside Pearson, by the cooking wagon. Your hands busy chopping vegetables while the man stirred the stew pot, his gruff voice occasionally muttering to himself as he adjusted the few seasonings Miss Grimshaw desperately requested to add into his infamous venison stew. Abigail stood nearby, cleaning the dishes used in the morning. Her laughter light as she shared stories about young Jack with you.

“Jack’s been askin’ after you,” Abigail said with a fond smile. “Ever since he learned how to say your name he’s been saying it non stop. Makes me miss the time when the only things he could say was ‘mama’ and random bubbling noises”

“He’s a sweet kid,”

“Yes, and a spoiled one too. No matter how much I try, he refuses to go to sleep until he hears your voice telling him a goodnight story”

You chuckled, feeling a warmth in your chest at the thought of the boy’s eager face. “I’ll have to think up a good one for him tonight, then.”

The sound of approaching hoofbeats drew your attention away from the conversation. You glanced up just in time to see the men returning from their latest job. Dust and sweat clung to them, their faces weary but carrying the unmistakable look of men who had just succeeded at their mission. Among them, a particular figure caught your eyes. Arthur Morgan dismounted with practiced ease, his broad shoulders slumped slightly by the fatigue of the day’s event. Even from a distance, his presence was commanding, a strong aura following him as he led a tired Boadicea toward the hitching post.

Even from a distance, there was something about Arthur that drew your eye—his quiet strength, the way he moved with precise purpose, his steady presence that always seemed to bring a sense of security to the camp. You watched as he handled the reins, hitching Boadicea and patting her dark brown mane, undoubtedly praising her for a job well done.

Was it possible to be jealous of a horse ?

His gaze briefly scanned the camp before it landed on you. For a fleeting moment, your eyes met, and you felt a flutter in your chest. You quickly returned your attention to a particular interesting piece of tomato you had cut, wishing for your burning cheeks to calm.

“Mister Morgan!” Pearson’s booming voice cut through the air, making you wish the earth would swallow you whole. “We’re runnin’ low on meat. Reckon we’ll last two more days with what little I have.” Pearson’s voice lowering to a more quiet tone as Arthur inched closer to the wagon. “Can you head out and bring somethin’ back before it gets dark?”

Arthur looked over at the stew pot, his face churning with an unreadable expression, then back to Pearson with a nod. “Sure, Pearson. I’ll head out now.”

As he turned to leave, something inside you stirred. You weren’t sure if it was the desire to escape the mundane tasks of camp, to immerse yourself in the unknown beauty of the wilderness or, more than that, the desire for a chance to spend time with Arthur, to learn from him, to be close to him. Nonetheless, before you could second guess your action you placed down your knife, stepping forward, the words hurriedly leaving your lips as in fear you might stop them if they took a second longer to pronounce.

“Mister Morgan,” you called out, your voice a little hesitant. “May I come with you?”

He paused, turning to face you fully. A faint hint of surprise washed over his face. His aqua eyes, always so full of depth and intensity, softened slightly as he considered your request. “You sure ‘bout that? Huntin’ ain’t exactly a walk in the woods.”

“I’d like to learn,” you insisted, your heart beating faster as you met his gaze under his worn gambler’s hat. “If you don’t mind, that is.”

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, a gesture that seemed almost shy. He nodded. “Alright, then. Let’s get goin’.”

It took an immeasurable amount of strength to refrain yourself from smiling brightly at the man in front of you. You promptly returned to your cutting station, untying your apron in quick movements. Abigail came closer to you, taking the apron from your hands and putting it on ready to replace you in your work. As you two locked eyes, a knowing smile adorned the brunette’s face, making you flush.

Your steps were quick as you followed Arthur to the hitching post, your Hungarian half-bred just a few feet away from Boadicea. You gently pat her, giving her a stalk of celery you stole from Pearson. Circling around to tighten the strap of your saddle you felt the heavy gaze of the outlaw follow your every move. His muscular form already mounted on his horse. You mounted your horse, not wanting to trouble Arthur and make him reconsider his decision. He cleared his throat before speaking,

“We’ll go through the woods on the left near the lake,” he stated, tutting at his horse to move forward “Mac told me he found a few deer tracks down there.”

You simply nodded, not trusting your voice to give away your feelings.

The air was cooler than the already crisp air in camp. Beneath the canopy of trees, the sun’s rays filtering through the needles of the pine trees in dappled patterns on the forest floor. The smell of pine and earth was much stronger here, mingling with the fresh scent of moss and the faint musk of animals that had passed through earlier. Arthur led the way, silent and sure, while you followed close behind, too occupied by taking in the view to initiate a conversation.

Passing through a particularly steep path Arthur signaled you to stop. He hopped down from his horse, walking a few feet forward before stopping. You copied his action. The ground beneath your boots was soft, a carpet of moss and pine needles that muted your footsteps.

“First rule of huntin’,” Arthur began, his voice low and steady as he crouched down to examine a set of tracks in the soft dirt, “is patience. Animals can sense when somethin’ ain’t right, so you gotta move slow and stay quiet.”

You nodded, kneeling beside him as you peered at the tracks. They were faint, just a few indentations in the earth, but Arthur pointed them out to you with practiced ease. The proximity of him, the way his voice dropped down on to a near whisper, sent a thrill through you that had little to do with the hunt and everything to do with the outlaw beside you.

“There,” he said, his hand brushing against yours as he pointed. “That’s a deer track. See how the hooves dig in? Means it was here not too long ago. We follow these, and we might just catch up to it.”

His touch was fleeting, but it left a warmth on your skin that lingered long after he pulled his hand away. You nodded again, trying to focus on the task at hand, reprimanding your mind for wandering to such thoughts. But it was difficult with Arthur so close, his presence almost overwhelming in its quiet intensity.

Together, you moved through the woods, following the tracks with Arthur’s guidance. You moved in silence. The woods offered you the calm noises of the rustling of leaves, the distant call of a bird, and the soft crunch of your boots on the forest floor. Every now and then, Arthur would pause, his head tilting slightly as he listened for any signs of movement, his sharp eyes scanning the space surrounding you.

Finally, after what felt like hours to you but was probably only a few minutes, you spotted the deer—a lone buck grazing in a small clearing, its head down, completely unaware of your presence. Arthur’s hand came up in front of you, motioning you to stop and you both knelt down behind a fallen mossy log, using it for cover.

He handed you his rifle, his hands steady as they helped you position it against your shoulder. His touch on you gentle, guiding you with the same care and precision he used in everything he did. You could feel his breath on your neck, making the small hairs on your nape stand up. The brim of his hat grazing your hair as the heat of his body so close to yours made your heart beat so violently that you were sure Arthur could hear it.

“Alright,” Arthur whispered, his breath warm against your ear as he leaned in even close. “Here’s where it gets tricky. You gotta stay calm, keep your breathin’ steady, and line up your shot. Don’t rush it. As long as we don’t make a sound the deer will be there. Let the moment come to you.”

“Steady now,” Arthur murmured, his voice low and soothing. You took a deep breath, the crisp air filling your lungs. “Just like that. Breathe in… and out. Always pull the trigger on empty lungs”

You tried to focus, tried to steady your breath as he instructed, but the closeness of him, the deep rumble of his voice in your ear, made it difficult to concentrate. You aimed at the deer, your finger brushing the trigger, but your hands were trembling ever so slightly.

“Breathe,” Arthur reminded you, his hand coming to rest lightly on your shoulder grounding you, steadying you from the imminent recoil of the rifle. “You’ve got this.”

You took a deep breath, trying to calm the fluttering in your chest, and then you squeezed the trigger. The shot rang out, echoing through the trees.

A second passed where it was deadly silent, you opened your eyes to check on your target but your aim had been off. The bullet whizzed past the deer, embedding itself in the trunk of a nearby tree. The deer’s head shot up, and in an instant, it bolted, disappearing into the underbrush before you even had time to lower the rifle.

Your shoulders slumped in disappointment, and you let out a frustrated sigh. “I’m sorry, Mister Morgan,” you muttered, gloomily handing the rifle back to him.

But Arthur wasn’t upset. Instead, he gave you a reassuring smile, his eyes warm as he shook his head with a strange myrth. “Don’t be sorry. You did good for your first try. Takes time to get the hang of it. Deer’s easy to track but a damn tricky target, especially when you’re just startin’ out.”

His words were kind, but you couldn’t help the sense of failure that settled in your chest. You had wanted to impress him, to show him that you could be just as capable as any of the men in the gang, but instead, you had let the moment slip away making a fool of yourself in front of him. You lowered your gaze to your lap, playing with a stray cotton strand of your blouse.

“Come on,” Arthur said, standing and offering you his hand. “Let’s see if we can track somethin’ else. We’ve still got some daylight left.”

You took his hand, feeling the roughness of his warm calloused palm against yours as he pulled you to your feet. The warmth of his touch, the easy way he smiled at you, made it hard to stay upset for long. There was something about Arthur—something steady and reassuring—that made you feel like everything was going to be alright, even when things didn’t go as planned.

You dusted off your skirt, it definitely wasn’t the best clothing choice for hunting but you had little to no time changing into a more comfortable outfit. You thanked whoever was above that this week wasn’t your turn to wash the camp’s clothes. Karen sure had a great load of work ahead of her.

The two of you mounted back up on your horses and continued deeper into the forest, the trees growing denser as the light began to fade. Arthur was patient, showing you how to look for signs of wildlife, teaching you how to move quietly through the underbrush without making yourself known to the animals you were tracking. His calm demeanor, his quiet confidence, made you feel more at ease, and slowly, you found yourself relaxing into the rhythm of the hunt.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting the forest in a soft, amber glow, you spotted something moving in the distance—a wild boar, its dark shape partially hidden by the underbrush as it ate the roots of a bush near a fallen log. You felt a surge of excitement, your heart beating faster as you pointed it out to Arthur.

“There,” you whispered, your voice barely audible as you hopped down from your horse. “There’s a boar!”

Arthur followed you down his horse. His eyes followed your gaze as he nodded, his gaze narrowing as he assessed the situation. “That’s a good target. Boar’s got tough skin, but he’s not too fast. You ready to give it another try?”

You nodded, your grip tightening on the rifle as Arthur handed it to you once more. This time, you felt more confident, more focused. Arthur had shown you what to do, had taught you how to read the signs, how to stay calm and patient. You could do this. You needed to do this.

You crouched down behind a bush making sure you had a clear view of the target. Arthur stayed close, his presence a steadying force as you lined up your shot. “Remember,” he said softly, his voice just above a whisper, “breathe slowly, keep your hands steady, and don’t rush it. You’ve got this.”

You took a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill your lungs as you focused on the boar. It was still rooting around, completely unaware of you and Arthur watching from the shadows. You steadied the rifle, your finger brushing the trigger, and then, with a calmness you hadn’t felt before, you squeezed.

The shot rang out, sharp and clear in the evening air. This time, your aim was true. The boar let out a sharp squeal, its body jerking as the bullet hit its mark. It staggered for a moment, and then it collapsed, its movements ceasing as it fell to the ground.

For a moment, you just stood there, staring in disbelief. You had done it. You had actually done it.

“I did it,” you whispered, a smile slowly spreading across your face as the realization sank in. “Arthur, I did it!” you said turning to face Arthur. You couldn’t believe yourself. You actually hunted down some game. A laughter came up to you, heartily and genuine.

Arthur’s face lit up with a grin, his eyes shining with pride as he clapped you on the back. “Good girl. Nice work. That’s some fine shootin’.”

His praise warmed you more than the fading sunlight ever could, and you felt a surge of joy and accomplishment. But it wasn’t just about the hunt—it was about the way Arthur was looking at you now, with a gleam in his eyes that hadn’t been there before, as if he was seeing you in a new light.

The two of you approached the poor boar, and Arthur knelt beside it, inspecting your handiwork with a nod of approval. “Perfect shot,” he said, glancing up at you from under his hat with a smile. “Damn, you’re a natural.”

Your heart swelled with pride at his words, and you couldn’t help but brightly beam at him, feeling a warmth in your chest that had little to do with the successful hunt and everything to do with the man beside you.

As Arthur worked skinning the animal and preparing the boar to transport it back to camp, you found yourself stealing glances at him. Although he was now covered in blood you couldn’t help but find him even more attractive. You watched the way the fading light played across his features, highlighting the strong lines of his jaw, the curve of his plump lips, the intensity in his eyes that seemed to soften whenever he looked your way. There was something different about the way he was acting around you now, a quiet affection in his gaze, a tenderness in his touch that hadn’t been there before.

Once the boar was ready, the two of you began to head back to camp, the weight of the animal stowed on the back of Boadicea as you carried its pelt. The forest was quiet now, the sun nearly gone, leaving the trees bathed in the soft, dusky indigo light of twilight. As you rode, side by side, you could feel the connection between you and Arthur growing stronger with each step, an unspoken bond that neither of you had to put into words growing evermore.

“Thank you for teaching me, Mister Morgan” you said softly, stopping your horse just a few feet away as the camp came into view, the warm glow of the firelight welcoming you back. The distance giving you both one last moment of privacy. “I’ve always wanted to learn, but I didn’t think I’d be any good at it.”

Arthur glanced over at you, his expression thoughtful. “You don’t need to be so formal with me now, you can call me Arthur,” he started. “Besides, you’ve got a good eye,” he said, his voice sincere. “And you listen, which is more than I can say for most people in this godforsaken gang. You did real good out there.”

The praise made your cheeks warm, and you ducked your head slightly, feeling a little shy under his gaze. “I had a good teacher.”

Arthur shook his head at that, hiding his face under the brim of his hat as he mumbled to himself something you didn’t quite catch.

“Maybe we’ll do this again sometime,” he said, his tone casual but with an underlying amusement that betrayed his carefree tone

“I’d like that,” you replied, your voice soft as the two of you approached camp, the sounds of the gang's usual chatter welcoming you back. “I’d like that a lot.”

As you helped Arthur carry the boar to Pearson, who greeted you with his usual gruffness but a nod of approval, you couldn’t help but feel that something had changed between you and Arthur. There was a new understanding, a deeper connection, something that went beyond the simple companionship you had shared before when you occasionally chatted while you worked on the camp’s chores.

As the evening wore on and the camp settled into its usual rhythm, you found yourself glancing over at Arthur, who was seated by the campfire, his gaze occasionally drifting your way. And each time your eyes met, there was a spark—a shared smile, a lingering look—that hinted at something more.

And in that moment, you knew that this was just the beginning. The beginning of something special, something that neither of you could quite put into words, but that you both felt growing with every passing moment you spent together.

[perlelune]

Dollhouse | Rafe Cameron | ii.

The moment your mother marries Ward Cameron should have been the moment your life changes for the better. A fresh start out of the Cut for the both of you. And for the first seven years of living with the Camerons, everything truly is perfect.

Warnings: DUB-CON, NON-CON, Pogue!Reader, Stepcest, Secret Relationship, Manipulation, Jealousy, Drugs, Drinking,

This is a dark story. Heed warnings before reading under the cut.

𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

You let your fingers wander over the edge of the car window, a big smile spread across your face. The gentle breeze flutters across your skin and birdsong fills your ears. You bask in the warmth of the sun and the comfortable feeling sitting inside your chest. The morning was spent visiting the university you’ll be joining in the coming fall. You were given a tour of campus and all the historical buildings you’ll get to wander through soon. It filled you with anticipation, getting that brief glimpse into college life. You’ve been in Outer Banks your whole life and while it’s pretty much a paradise, you’re looking forward to experiencing something new and exciting.

Dad insisted on driving you since you don’t have your license yet. The two of you constantly got wrapped in animated chatter on the way to and from campus. While it’s hard for Ward to watch one of his baby birds leave the nest, you appreciate how supportive he’s been overall. After long hours coaxing him with Mom of course. Dad was skeptical at first. He even suggested you take a gap year to mull it over, like Sarah did. But you and Sarah are like the sun and moon. She’d be the sun of course. While your big sister is content running off with the Pogues on wild adventures and setting aside college for now, you can’t picture yourself doing that. You’re a Cameron, but you’re not Sarah Cameron. With her sweet disposition and golden mane, your sister could probably get away with murder by batting her lashes and flashing her signature sunny grin. Things are different for you. Very different. You haven’t forgotten where you come from, much as everyone in the family pretends you’re just as quintessentially Kook as the rest of them. 

Tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, you pivot to Ward.

“Thanks for driving me, dad.”

He beams, his blue gaze drifting away from the road as it lands on you.

“No problem, sweetheart. It’s an amazing school. Great program. Campus looks good too. I know you’ll fit right in.”

A wave of warmth blows through you. “Thanks.”

Sighing, you turn to the epitome of gloom and petulance in the backseat. His arms are folded over his broad chest, his irate blue eyes glued to the window. Your brother’s been cranky all morning. Any trivial inquiry or mundane remark set him off. He barely uttered a word to Dad and graced you with nothing but stubborn silence. It’s blatant he isn’t handling the prospect of your imminent absence well. The silence concerns you a little though. Rafe isn’t one to chew his words or swallow them. So whatever resentment he harbors about your decision to go away for college must run deep. It casts a veil of despondency upon an otherwise wonderful day. 

Of all people, you’d expect your big brother to support you the most. 

His sour-faced demeanor never relents, even when Ward stops the car in front of Tannyhill. Dad sighs as he parks the truck. He’s already lectured Rafe twice on the way back. You note the disappointment etched on his face, the way he squares his shoulders and readies him to march towards his son and lash out at him again. You put your hand on his shoulder and shake your head. The last thing you need is your brother and father at each other’s throat again. It’d be nice to linger in the exhilaration the campus left you with a little longer. 

“It’s fine, dad. Let me talk to him,” your say. 

Dad’s shoulders sag. He yields, heading inside the house and leaving you with Rafe. You lean next to him on the truck, head tilted in concern. 

“Hey…You haven’t said a word since we came back. What did you think?” 

When he fails to reply, his face taut, your frustration swells. “You’re the one who insisted on coming.”

It’s when he snaps, the vein in his forehead pulsing. He swivels to you. 

“I just don’t understand why you have to go to a school so far from us, y’know? A five hour drive, really?”

Your brows crumple to a frown.

“Rafe…”

He cuts you off with a mirthless laugh, annoyance flashing in his blue eyes. “And the way you kept gushing about college parties and college boys…” His jaw ticks. “I just don’t like it.” 

Rafe pauses, licking his lips and humming as if lost in the depths of reflection. “I think…”

When he trails off, you urge him to go on, impatience clear in your tone, “What do you think?”

He shrugs before casually stating, “I think you’re gonna land yourself into trouble like the airhead that you are and come crawling back home.”

Your face comes ablaze at his words. You punch his shoulders as tears rush to your eyes.

“You can be such a jerk sometimes.”

You stomp away from him, ire radiating from you in waves. He catches up to you with ease. An apology creeps on his face, his fingers clasping around your arm.

“Wait, princess.” 

He impedes your path, forcing you to halt in your tracks. He puts a hand on his chest, his expression earnest. 

“Look I’m just trying to look out for my little sister here, okay?” A hint of sadness seeps through his tone. “I thought you at least appreciated that.”

Your shoulders slump. 

“I do, Rafe, but…I’ll be gone soon. I need you to accept it.”

“I just think it’s too soon.”

“Rafe, I’ll visit. So often that you guys will get sick of me,” you say, your tone reassuring.

The suggestion does little to assuage him, his eyes rolling in annoyance. 

“You could take a gap year like Dad said. It wouldn’t be a big deal. You’re a Cameron.”

You nibble your bottom lip. You’re keenly aware Rafe will abhor the words bubbling in your throat before they even leave your mouth.

“Well, not exactly...”

He snickers. “It’s those Pogues…they got in your head, didn’t they?”

Your brows furrow. In your brother’s eyes, everything’s always a Pogues’ fault. He’s never been too fond of the fact that you still hang out on that side of the island sometimes. The phrase ‘You’re a Kook now princess, act like it.’ has left his mouth a numberless amount of times in the past seven years whenever he found you drifting a little too far from the family.

“What? It’s got nothing to do with my friends, Rafe,” you retaliate. 

Your gazes clash, a silent war of unwavering wills as your brother looms over you. He works his jaw and unleashes a long exhale. 

“So you’re just gonna leave us? It’s final?”

Reluctance drips from your clipped tone. “Yeah, it’s final.”

“I see.”

He gives a sluggish nod of acknowledgement before rushing inside the house.

You trail behind him, panic fluttering through your chest.

“Rafe…”

His back remains turned. Your stomach sinks, his staunch ignorance driving a blade through your heart. The last thing you want is to be away from Rafe, away from your family. But college matters to you. Why can’t he see that? 

Mom stands by the counter, dumbfounded by Rafe’s furious stride up the stairs. 

“What’s gotten into him?”

A deep sigh ripples through your lips as you meet Mom’s concerned stare. “You know Rafe…”

You turn to her.

“You wanted to talk to me, mom?”

She beams at you. You straighten your spine. 

Mom texted you on the way back. She mentioned Sarah would be here too, causing your suspicions to hit a peak.

Nearly every talk with Mom devolved into a firm reminder to behave in a manner befitting a Cameron, befitting Ward Cameron’s daughter. Your mother’s foot never eased off your neck in the last few years. 

Nothing besides perfection is allowed.

Perfect grades. Perfect smile. Perfect behavior. Not a single blight or misstep shall ruin the blended nuclear family image Mom and Ward strive to project. Dad might be more subtle about it, but you know his expectations of you align with Mom’s. 

Whenever Sarah slackens, the burden passes on to you. You’re supposed to set an example for Willa and Wheezie to follow.

Mom glances between you and Sarah, the latter already sitting on a stool by the counter. It’s clear your sister would rather be anywhere but here. Likely hanging out with John B or some other fun thing. “To both of you, actually.”

You and Sarah exchange a look, one you have countless times before. The quiet acceptance that you’re both about to be lectured by Alice Cameron.

Resigned, you plop down in the stool next to Sarah’s. 

Excitement oozes off Mom’s voice as she starts speaking. 

“You remember when I told you about the Calliopean Society Debutante Ball?”

Sarah’s lips twitch as she tamps down a grin. “You mean the one you’ve been massively subtle about?”

It’s true. For months, Mom has dropped heavy hints regarding her desire to see both you and Sarah become debs. Even amongst Kooks, being picked to represent the institution is seen as the highest honor. Only a handful of young women from prestigious families in North Carolina are picked, ones whose families have made significant contributions to the county. 

A series of events antecedes the ball, including but not limited to Midsummers, a variety of tea parties and galas. The whole thing is archaic at best and cringeworthy at worst. 

You’ve tried to get Mom to relinquish the idea of you joining it. But she’s been relentless. The symbol of status it epitomizes isn’t something she’ll let go off so easily. 

Not when she’s tried to make everyone on Figure Eight forget where she comes from. Mom would do anything to bury any hint of her past as a Pogue.

You bump Sarah’s elbow, berating her with a frown, “Sarah.”

She chuckles and stands a bit straighter. 

Mom sighs at her antics, her forehead creasing.

“Girls. I need you to focus.”

“Sorry, Mom.”

“Sorry, Alice,” Sarah echoes.

Mom marks a dramatic pause, causing dread to tickle your insides. If she’s this excited, it’s almost a given that you won’t be.

Indeed, her next words confirm your inkling.

“Well, I managed to slip in both of your names in the short list while attending the Midsummer’s committee,” she says.

You wince. “Mom…why would you do that?”

Her elation doesn’t waver. “They’ve never had a young woman like you in their ranks and they’re trying to be more open-minded this year.”

“Mom, this is old-fashioned and gross. The girls are presented like broodmares to be sold.”

Her brows knit. “That is not what this is. Being chosen is an honor.”

Sarah rolls her eyes and you purse your lips. Mom squints at you, folding her arms.

“I want you two to participate in all the events leading up to it.”

Sarah blinks in disbelief. “Come again?”

“Isn’t Midsummer enough?” you refute. 

It’s bad enough you’re not given much of a choice in attending the stuffy event. The fact that Mom wants you and Sarah to take it one step further is wild.

“Do you know how many girls would kill to be in your place, sweetie?” she laments, looking straight at you. “It’ll be an opportunity to bond with young ladies your age.”

This doesn’t stir you. You doubt you have much in common with the kind of girls picked out as debutantes. This was probably the same crowd you’ve exerted great effort in avoiding at the Kook school. 

“Kie will be there too, but only if you go,” you specify.

This catches your interest, mostly because of how absurd that statement is. You’re pretty sure Kie would likely chop off an arm before agreeing to be a debutante, even if you did it too.

Sarah’s eyes nearly pop out of their sockets.

“Kie? No way, you’re making this up.”

A mischievous smile unfurls on Mom’s lips.

“Well, it wasn’t easy to get her to agree but her father threatened to stop paying for her unlimited data plan.”

Oh so it’s like that? Kie’s parents resorted to blackmail. Makes sense. You just can’t picture your rebellious friend agreeing to this without an incentive. You surmise threatening to cut off her only means of constant communication with the Pogues might sway her mind a bit. 

“Yeah that…tracks.”

“Can you do it, please?”

Your shoulders sag. “Mom, I really wished you stopped trying to impress those women. You do realize they’ll always look at us the same way, no matter what we do.”

Mom’s face dims at your words. An instant wave of guilt fills you. You should have kept your mouth shut. She tosses her hands in the air.

“Fine. I never ask you girls for anything, but okay.” She starts frantically cleaning the kitchen, loud clangs echoing as she grabs random pots and pans from the oven and cabinets. “When I was your age…” You suppress an eye roll. Here we go. You and Sarah trade a knowing glance. Anytime she starts a sentence that way, you know you’re doomed. “I’d have killed to get an opportunity like this...” 

Mom continues rambling about how privileged and spoiled you and Sarah are, how she was never given those kinds of chances. She mentions her rough upbringing and hammers in the sacrifices she made to raise you. She reminds Sarah all the times she showed up for her and that she loves her the same way a mother would. You spot the exact moment your sister breaks. By the end, the guilt both Sarah and you feel is palpable, its weight clogging the air. 

“Ugh…Fine, we’ll do it,” Sarah relents.

Mom’s sour face immediately shifts to a triumphant expression.

As the evening rolls around, the sky shifting to duskier hues, an unexpected presence slips through your bedroom door. 

You sit up, your pink headphones tumbling down to your neck. 

“Rafe!” you exclaim, eyes widening in astonishment.

A lopsided smirk unfolds on his face at your reaction. He slowly closes the door and strolls to your bed. The mattress bounces when Rafe tosses himself on it. He drags his fingers along your sheets for a while, the golden family ring on his finger glimmering dully. You wait anxiously with your legs crossed.

After what seems an eternity, blue eyes swing upward as he sighs.

“I’m sorry I was a jerk earlier,” he blurts out. He licks his lips and holds your gaze, his fingers wandering to your knee. Rafe’s deep voice lowers, oozing sadness. “I just know everyone in this house will drive me crazy if you’re not there.”

“There’s always Sarah.”

That draws a burst of laughter from him. He shakes his head.

“I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just say that.”

Your face breaks out in a grin. Throughout the years, it’s always staggered you how different the dynamic between you and Rafe is different from his relationship with Sarah. Everything’s a competition for Rafe when it comes to Sarah, starting with the ceaseless quest for Dad’s approval. Meanwhile, since that day at the wedding, Rafe has never failed to be there for you. He’s been the best big brother, attentive and kind. While on the exterior he could be a jackass to everyone, including your Pogue friends, he’s never been that way with you. You could talk to him about your problems, however trivial they may be. He’s the one who made you feel most welcome at Tannyhill, impugning every presumption you harbored about what having Rafe Cameron as your brother would be like. And now you can’t picture your life without Rafe in it. 

“It’ll be fine. We’ll text. I’ll call you every week.”

“Won’t be the same.”

You take a deep breath.

“For the record, I’ll miss you too. A lot.”

“You better.”

You chuckle.

“Hey, I never gave you your birthday gift…” Rafe says, fishing for something in his back pocket. A sly smirk tugs his lips. “I wanted to do something a little different this year.” You’re filled with shock when he produces a little bag full of white powder. 

You blink rapidly as he holds it up. You’ve seen him take some at parties, sell it to his guests. Once or twice, you got curious and asked to try. He vehemently turned you down, insisting he’s not about to let his little sister get fucked up…despite spending the whole night getting fucked up himself.

“Really?”

Rafe’s smirk broadens. “Really.”

Excitement flushes through you. You can’t deny you’ve always wanted to know what it feels like.

“You like…never let me try before.”

He laughs, shifting closer to you. 

“Because I was trying to keep my sweet little sister pure. Can you blame me, princess?” he says, fingertips tracing your knee. 

You swallow thickly, your face heating when he places the little pouch in your hand.

“I actually have no idea how to…”

“I’ll show you, of course. It’s my job as your big brother to teach you everything.” His voice dips to a velvety bass as your eyes lock. “So let me pop your cherry, princess.”

When you stare at him, slack-jawed, Rafe snorts. 

“It’s just a phrase, relax.”

Amusement dances in his blue eyes at your clueless expression. He grabs a paper from his pocket and begins rolling it. 

“Here, I’ll show you how it’s done.” He gently swipes the pouch and takes your hand, opening your palm to pour just a tiny amount of the white powder in the middle. “Let’s just keep this a secret between us, okay?” His eyes twinkle. “I don’t want Alice to think I’m… corrupting you or something.”

[icarusredwings]

Thinking about Logan getting illogically jealous at the most random things. Im not talking about a guy opening the door for him and giving him a flirty nod, someone offering to buy wade a drink while he's in drag, or even getting cat called because

A. He knows deep down that they only would like him in this costume and that he loves him inside and out, but

B because Wade probably is the type to be so drimatic about it that he immediately acts up to the point they don't want him anymore. Whether this is barking back at them or pretending to faint so Logan has to catch him.

Look Wade loves a good flirt and he loves attention- but something Logan cat get over is the fact that every time they go to zoo some of the animals offer him mating displays.

That's not even the biggest reason he's mad. He's mainly mad because what the fuck? He knows for a FACT that Wade smells like him (he scents him every night) so the HELL is that Lion fluffing its mane and rubbing against the enclosure specifically where wade is standing pretending to pet him through the glass!? Those are HIS pets damn it!

It makes Logan realize holy shit- hes down bad. And these thoughts are hella embaress-

"Oh wow, he dosn't ussually do that." The handler says and Wade giggles even more, at an all time high with love from the innocent animals.

"OH come on!!" He growls as the dominant peacock flutters open his feathers and honks at him while Wade claps his hands and squealing excitedly. Mind you, he's not wearing anything today but a hoodie and some jeans. No make up. No wigs. No pretty dresses to whistle at. Just.. Wade. His. Wade.

"Look Logan! He thinks Im pretty!!"

"I see... 😑"

It not only A. Makes Logan a professional hater of peacocks but B.Makes him believe that- Shit. Maybe Wade IS a disney princess... what other logical explanation could there be?

[philistiniphagottini]

Double the Fun

Based on this poll for Valentine's Day. Thanks for indulging me, this was lots of fun. I hope to do more stuff like this in the future. Enjoy~

cw. smut, threesome, double penetration, rough and soft, swearing, fem! reader, MDNI

nsfw below the cut

"Look at you, little sparrow" Jing Yuan cooed with a rasp of your name dancing on his parted lips. "Taking my cock all the way to the hilt."

You wedged your bottom lip between your teeth, chewing on the bruised skin as a pleasant tingle raced down your spine. Your blood simmered in your veins as you steadied yourself in Jing Yuan’s lap, hands splayed across his chest as his thunderous heartbeat danced beneath your fingertips. You felt the weight of centuries etched into his skin under the curious touch of your fingers, the hard, rigid contours of his body completely contrasted against your smooth and soft curves. You could feel Jing Yuan’s thick cock seated inside your creamy walls, pulsing with every subtle grind of your hips as your greedy pussy tried to swallow more of him.

You let go of your kiss swollen lips, a harsh gasp abruptly wrenched from your mouth as scarred hands curled around your hips, your pulse racing frantically in your ears when another warm body pressed against your back. Black nails threatened to bite your skin as Blade rubbed his swollen length along the cleft of your ass cheeks, tip oozing pre-cum and staining your boiling skin. A smile played on Jing Yuan’s lips as he watched you with lidded eyes, his golden gaze smouldering like embers.

"Now, are you going to be a good girl and take another?" he mused, a lilt to his voice as a warm chuckle breezed past his lips.

You nodded along to his words, your breathing stuttering when you felt Blade’s hot breath puff against your skin, your body wracked with a violent shiver as every hair on the nape of your neck stood up in anticipation. You dare not move as Jing Yuan’s body sunk further into the plethora of fluffy pillows supporting his back, content to sit back and enjoy the show that was about to begin. A sweet moan stirred in your chest as Blade’s fingers spread your puffy lips apart, the sight of your arousal dribbling down the sides of Jing Yuan’s cock making him growl.

"Are you ready for me?" he murmured against the shell of your ear, voice only loud enough for you to hear him.

You nodded, long eyelashes fluttering over your burning cheeks as the heat turned the tips of your ears hot.

"I’m ready" you reassured, taking a deep breath and trying to prepare yourself for what was to come.

But no matter how many times you had done this before, or how many times you would steel your resolve, the next part never failed to take your breath away. You stifled the whimper that tried to crawl out of your throat as Blade’s tongue swiped across the shell of your ear, sharp canines tugging on the lobe as he lined himself up with your sopping entrance. His grip on your body tightened, keeping you still as he pushed forward. You felt Jing Yuan’s reassuring hands on your waist as your body jolted forward from the sudden pressure, a loud and haggard gasp spilling from your mouth as Blade pierced your centre. Your body pitched forward, arms snaking around Jing Yuan’s neck and face buried in his pillowy chest as you clung to him for comfort. Your body naturally tried to pull away from the burning discomfort between your thighs but both pairs of hands rocked you back when you shied away. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you struggled to breathe, lungs pinching in your chest as a wet sob threatened to tear from your throat. It didn’t matter how slow Blade was pushing in, or how much lube coated his slicked cock; it still stung like a bitch.

"Shh, little sparrow, it’s alright" Jing Yuan soothed, rubbing his thumbs in soothing circles across your soft stomach. "Be brave."

You sniffled loudly, hands weaving through Jing Yuan’s thick mane of hair and tugging harshly at the roots. He continued to smile and whisper reassurances as Blade grunted behind you, struggling to fit more than half of his dick in you as your pussy kept clenching around him. His black nails raked down your soft thighs as he panted, rough tongue tasting the perspiration that clung to your skin. The obscene noises coming from between your legs made your knees shake, body threatening to completely collapse against Jing Yuan as your head grew dizzy, heat tickling the base of your spine and coiling rapidly in the pit of your stomach. You gasped harshly as Jing Yuan’s thumb pressed against your swollen clit, rubbing the tightly packed bundle in soothing circles to ease the tension from your muscles.

"Such a good girl" Jing Yuan praised. "You’re taking him so well."

You mewled softly, his words and the thumb swirling around the hot little button at the top of your pussy a pleasant distraction from the discomfort. Blade grunted as another inch slipped into you, your hot walls pulsing and clenching as Jing Yuan continued to toy with your clit. The praises he whispered to you made Blade’s ears itch, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as his teeth were set on edge. His crimson gaze flickered over your shoulder.

"Quit babying her" Blade hissed through his teeth. "She’s a big girl. She can take it."

Blade smoothed his hand along the curve of your spine, your back bowing under his touch as a pleased moan rumbled in your chest. Jing Yuan ignored the harsh glare that Blade was currently levelling him, choosing to focus on you as his hand lovingly traced the bump in your stomach. You managed to catch your breath when Blade was finally fully sheathed inside of you, the tips of your fingers feeling numb as they slowly slipped from Jing Yuan’s fluffy hair.

"Ahh, so full" you whined.

Your toes curled into the soles of your feet as every white-hot nerve in your body tingled like a live wire. Having both of their thick cocks crowding you and dragging against your sensitive walls almost made the threads of your sanity snap right then and there. It felt like your insides were turning to mush around the shapes of their cocks, the butterflies in your stomach refusing to settle as the pleasure of the experience was slowly starting to make your discomfort dissipate. Blade had been courteous to allow you a moment to gain your bearings. But it would only last for that brief moment.

You swallowed the budding saliva on your tongue, almost choking on your next gasp of air as Blade pulled his cock halfway out of your tight pussy only to slam back in. Your body swayed forward; arms tight around Jing Yuan’s neck as you raked your nails along his sturdy back, nails leaving behind welts in his pale flesh. A pleased purr rumbled in his chest as he pinched your clit, enjoying the squeal of delight you gave him for his actions. Beads of your combined slick dribbled down the insides of your quaking thighs, the smell of sex heavy in the stuffy air permeating your bedroom. The mattress gently bounced from your combined weight, the springs creaking in protest as you were rocked back and forth on both Jing Yuan’s and Blade’s cock. Jing Yuan found he didn’t have to move, the friction between both you and Blade moving in tandem enough to keep the arousal burning hot in his veins like an untamed wildfire. His soft noises of approval were drowned out by the utter filth that slipped from your tongue unabashed, a mix of his name and Blade’s somewhere among the incoherent gibberish you were spewing.

"Shit" Blade grunted under his breath. "How are you still so fucking tight?"

You moaned loudly as Blade’s fingers weaved into your hair, tugging harshly as he pulled your body off Jing Yuan and forced it back into his own embrace. An arm snaked around your torso; his grip iron tight to prevent you from escaping his clutches so easily. Your arms flailed uselessly, scratching at the arm locked around your waist as you desperately scrambled to find something to hold onto to keep yourself grounded. Blade pulled on your hair again, a loud groan tumbling from your parted lips as he turned your head and captured your lips in a searing kiss. You moaned hotly; eyes fluttering shut when his tongue licked at the seam of your lips before exploring the wet cavern of your mouth. Your tongues tied as the harsh snap of his hips increased, digging into the soft flesh of your succulent ass cheeks as he rutted up into you like an animal in heat. The hypnotic sway of your breasts caught Jing Yuan’s attention and he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. You inhaled sharply as his hands pawed at your chest, squeezing your breasts together as his fingers pinched the rosy tips of your pert nipples. Your desperate mewls and whines were swallowed by Blade as he devoured every sensual noise, the coil in your gut suddenly reaching breaking point as your orgasm quickly took a hold of you.

You weren’t sure how many that marked tonight as the coil unfurled and you drenched the sweat-soaked sheets beneath your tangled bodies. You lost count after the fifth one. The bliss that burned through your veins and dribbled from your core like liquid ecstasy made your head feel giddy and left your body feeling weightless for a few blissful moments. Blade and Jing Yuan both groaned in unison at the feeling of your spasming walls squeezing them tight, the sensitive heads of their cocks rubbing over each other as your pussy nearly suffocated them. Your eyes peeled open once more as you parted from the kiss with a heavy gasp, a string of saliva breaking when Blade rubbed his thumb across your trembling bottom lip. His gaze flicked over to Jing Yuan once more, a smirk lighting up his features at how entranced the general looked with the way your orgasmic bliss made your skin glow with an otherworldly beauty, his cheeks tinting a rosy shade as he breathed your name through parched lips. Blade’s hand slipped down your throat as he grasped it, not hard enough to choke but heavy enough for you to feel the constant reminder. He tipped your head back towards Jing Yuan, your eyes just as dazed as your mind as you stared down at him.

"You like this, don’t you General?" Blade goaded; his appointed title almost spat from his mouth like poison. "You like watching your little sparrow getting fucked dumb by me?"

Blade’s crimson eyes danced with mirth as you whined from his touch, his teeth piercing your skin to leave behind his mark. The entire time he bit into your neck, he maintained the eye contact with Jing Yuan, daring him to say something and get a rise out of the almighty general. But he was to be left disappointed as Jing Yuan gave him a lazy stare, smile still curling his lips as he hummed softly in response.

"I cannot deny it. The sight is enchanting."

Blade tutted under his breath when Jing Yuan didn’t take his bait. Blade yanked on your hair once more, wisps of your hair curling around his fingertips as pain prickled the back of your scalp and your hips shuddered. You couldn’t keep up with the Stellaron Hunter’s pace anymore as your thighs burned from the strain, hips losing their rhythm as your intense orgasm still lingered in your system. The smouldering flames in your stomach were worked back into a spark as Jing Yuan cradled the back of your neck in the warm palm of his hand, his rich voice dripping into your ears like warm honey. The mixture of pleasure and pain from both men had a beautiful concoction brewing in the pit of your stomach. You hummed low in your throat as Blade pushed his chest against your back, allowing you to feel the deep scars on his well-defined torso sliding across your sensitive skin. Your nerves prickled with burning heat once more as Blade’s tongue lapped at your neck, tracing over the old and fresh marks he had blessed upon your flesh. His nose brushed under the soft skin of your ear as he took a deep breath, your intoxicating scent curling in his lungs and sending his senses into a frenzy. You weren’t sure who’s hands belonged to who at this point, losing track of what body part was rubbing against you as you drowned in the feeling of their addictive touches and caress. You were just trying your hardest to keep your eyes uncrossed and stop them from rolling into the back of your head.

"So General, I pose another question" Blade said as his fingers danced along your torso.

You shuddered in his grasp, his unrelenting pace never once easing as his cock bullied your insides, pressing against your soft spots until you squealed with delight and your eyes grew glossy from unshed tears. You squeaked as his hand traced over the prominent bump in your stomach where they were both moving intimately beneath your skin. He traced circles into your soft stomach, squeezing your irresistible pudge in his large hands as he smiled wickedly at the other man.

"Who’s going to have the honour of filling her womb first?"

Jing Yuan hummed in thought. The rough pad of his thumb brushed against the pretty pearl of your clit, the bundle of nerves glistening like morning dew as it twitched from his touch. He found it hard to tear his gaze away from where your bodies were joined in fervid rapture, pearls of slick dripping down the soft insides of your thighs and tempting him to steal a taste. His gaze travelled over to your face, watching your expression contort and twist with unadulterated bliss as you writhed on top of him. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, a soft whimper tickling the back of your throat as he wiped away the constellation of tears clinging to your lashes.

"Who indeed?" Jing Yuan mused in response. "Tell me, little sparrow, who do you want filling your cute little pussy first?"

A hot flush made your spine tingle. Their intense gazes were focused on you and you struggled to think with the way Blade’s cock splitting you open emptied your pretty little head of every single thought. You couldn’t shrink up into a ball and hide from them. A disgruntled noise stirred in your throat as you huffed loudly, cheeks puffed up as a small pout tugged at your plump lips.

"That’s not fair" you griped, swallowing a moan as Blade nudged his cock deeper into you. "You know I-I want both of you."

Jing Yuan smiled in response, cooing sweetly as he lovingly pat your thigh. Blade buried his face in the crook of your neck as he hid his soft smile, parted lips dragging across your throat.

"What a greedy Princess you are" Blade whispered, hot breath making your pussy throb.

The knot winding deep in the pit of your stomach grew tighter and tighter with each passing moment, your next encroaching pleasure high promising to tear into your body with needle like teeth without remorse nor surrender. Your body tipped forward as stars wavered in your vision, hands pressed against Jing Yuan’s abdomen as you struggled to keep your body aloft. The muscles in Jing Yuan’s stomach jumped under your gentle touch as you rubbed your hands along his searing flesh, nails scratching along the thin white lines in his body from countless battles. A dopey smile stretched across Jing Yuan’s lips, eyes shimmering under the dim lighting. What a precious little thing you were.

He was starting to get closer. He could tell Blade was as well by the incessant cant of his hips and the way his cock was starting to throb periodically against his own. A warm hum rumbled deep in his chest, the sound almost akin to the purr of a cat as he ran his hands up and down your body. Blade’s question played on his mind as a devious idea tickled the back of his head. Like hell Blade was getting the honour of messing up your womb first. He held no ill will towards the other man, but Jing Yuan found himself quite greedy in any situation that involved you. The general was a patient man, choosing the best opportunity to make his move and strike when the hunter least expected it. It came when Blade’s eyes were unfocused, mind to preoccupied with the way your tight hole was fluttering around him and drooling on his cock that he could barely perceive anything other than the torturous rapture of your sumptuous body.

Jing Yuan’s strong hands curled around your hips as he suddenly yanked you forward. You yelped as you collapsed against his warm chest, breasts pushed against his sturdy muscles as the stifling heat of his body almost suffocated you. The unexpected movement caused Blade to tip forward, his cock slipping most of the way out of your drenched pussy as he slammed his hands beside Jing Yuan’s hips to prevent himself from crushing you. He cursed low under his breath as he was knocked out of his stupor, his orgasm almost ruined as Jing Yuan thrust his cock deep in your pussy, the fat head smothered against your cervix as he came with a hoarse cry of your name. Your voice was muffled into his skin as he buried himself deep, balls tight and cock kicking with every spurt of his hot seed as your insides were painted with thick ropes of white.

When Blade finally gathered his bearings and realised what had just happened, he was livid. He threw Jing Yuan a filthy look, his fangs bared as a low growl reverberated deep in his throat.

"Jing Yuan…you fucking bastard."

Jing Yuan cocked his head and had the audacity to smile at him. But the expression didn’t quite reach his eyes. Jing Yuan knew exactly what he had done. His golden gaze was burning brightly with a satisfied victory. Before Blade could bare his teeth again your soft mewls caught his attention, his seething rage slowly quelled by the sound of your melodious voice. You hummed in pleasure as Jing Yuan filled you to the brim, his hips bumping against yours as he filled you with another heavy load of his seed. The warmth made your abdomen tingle, your own orgasm lingering in the background as your body throbbed for release, desperate for another heady rush that left you boneless and satisfied. Jing Yuan’s lips brushed against your forehead, beads of sweat dotting your brow as you squirmed.

"You did so well" Jing Yuan praised, lips a soothing balm against your skin. "Such a good girl. My cute little sparrow."

You squirmed in his grasp, turning your head as your gaze sought the man behind.

"Bladie, wanna feel you too" you slurred with a breathy whine. "Wanna feel your cum in me."

Blade could put aside his gripe for the moment when you called to him, your eyes pleading with him in such a way that buried under his skin and made his cold heart ache. His scarred hands reached for your hips once more, fingers sinking into the plush skin as he buried his cock all the way into you once more. There was a rush of juices as he thrust forward, the wet slide making him groan. His eyes narrowed sharply as Jing Yuan twisted his fingers in your hair, gathering it in a bundle and sweeping it off the back of your neck to expose more of your skin. Blade attempted to bite Jing Yuan’s fingers when they lingered close to his mouth, prompting an airy chuckle from the general. He did not say anything, choosing instead to keep your mouth occupied with the insistent press of his lips and allow Blade to seek what he wanted without further interruption.

Blade quickly fell back into the brutal pace he had worked himself up to earlier, falling back into the frenzy of wet skin slapping against skin as your pleased voice made his ears ring. You sucked on Jing Yuan’s tongue as you felt Blade lick a long stripe over the back of your neck, teeth following the hot press of his mouth as your pulse wavered. Your eyes fluttered and you whined loudly as Jing Yuan tasted the shape of your mouth, your body jolting forward when Blade sank his teeth into the back of your neck. He dug his fangs in until pinpricks of blood bubbled to the surface, the ferrous bite of your blood making his stomach twist tight as a feral snarl was muffled into your skin. The head of his cock was pushing against your cervix, occupying the space where Jing Yuan had been only a moment prior. You raked your nails along Jing Yuan’s skin as you felt Blade’s cock throbbing inside your soused walls, your pussy clenching tight as you went over the edge a few scant seconds after Blade.

You drooled around Jing Yuan’s tongue as Blade pumped his thick seed into you, the explosion of heat intensifying the ache in your stomach as the hot coil inside you shattered into a million pieces. Both men groaned as your pussy spasmed, your sweet nectar gushing from your core and staining their skin with thin threads of translucent liquid. Jing Yuan parted from your lips with a loud pop, cooing softly and talking you through your intense rush as your body trembled like a leaf in the wind, your orgasm snapping the last threads of strength in your weary body. The push of Blade’s hips ceased with one last final grunt, his harsh grip easing as your pussy swallowed every last drop of his spend. You went limp; exhaustion settled deep into your bones as every part of your body burned with a pleasant ache. You doubt you would be able to walk properly in the morning, bruises already forming over your bruises as you struggled to properly catch your breath. It took another few moments for all of you to collectively calm down, nerves still highly strung and bodies still burning from the lingering fumes of your pleasure high.

You whined when Jing Yuan pulled his softening cock out of you, quickly followed by Blade as you mourned the loss of warmth. Jing Yuan hushed you softly, running his hand along the ridges of your spine to soothe the tremors wracking your body.

"Such a good girl for us" Jing Yuan praised. "Wouldn’t you agree, Blade?"

Blade hummed in agreement, fingers scooping up the mixture of essence that dribbled from your gushing pussy and stuffing it back into the hole he had been so passionately fucking. You squirmed from the feeling as he bumped his nose into your soft cheek, chest pressed against your back as he rested his chin on your shoulder. You turned your head in his direction as his lips brushed over your burning skin, his voice dropping to a low murmur.

"Are you alright? How are you feeling?"

His concern made your heart flutter, warmth stirring in your chest as you offered him a bashful smile. You weakly tangled your hair in his long, ebony locks, feeling the rhythm of his heart pressed against your back as his clammy skin stuck to yours. He peered at you through his dark bangs, crimson eyes searching your face for any signs of discomfort.

"I’m okay" you reassured. "Just the usual kind of sore."

Jing Yuan chuckled, fingers massaging the back of your scalp as a warm purr stirred in his chest.

"Perhaps our little sparrow would like to bathe? What do you say? Up to being pampered now?"

You hummed in agreement, stretching your body like a lazy cat. "Are you going to join us this time, Bladie?"

Your voice sounded hopeful. The Stellaron hunter usually declined your offer, preferring to partake in a post sex cigarette and wash when both you and Jing Yuan were finished. That, unfortunately, meant he sometimes missed out. 

"…Just to make sure he doesn’t start something without me."

"Are you referring to me? I would never" Jing Yuan replied, voice feigning hurt.

Blade bared his teeth as he growled.

"Boys" you warned.

"I’m going to kill you and I’ll make it look like an accident" Blade hissed through his teeth.

Jing Yuan had been threatened so many times by Blade that the words simply rolled off of him like water from a duck’s back. You had no doubt the general probably considered it pillow talk at this point.

"Considering the general swings around a weapon that weighs thirteen tonnes, he could probably punt you across Scalegorge with a flick of his wrist" you piped up, trying your best to contain your giggles.

It didn’t work as Jing Yuan ghosted his fingers across your ribs and coaxed the laughter out of you.

"When did you get so chatty?" Blade asked, teeth sinking into the soft pudge of your cheek and pulling on the skin until you squealed.

"You clearly didn’t fuck out her brains hard enough" Jing Yuan mused with a soft chortle.

Before Blade could retort you dug your fingers between Jing Yuan’s ribs and forced a dry wheeze from his parched throat.

"Boys, behave!"

Stuck between one the IPC’s most wanted criminals and a renowned General of the Xianzhou Alliance. You had your work cut out for you.