#women readin

[sublecturas]

"Las cosas que perdimos en el fuego, de Mariana Enríquez en la #LíneaB

[heatherfield]

Halp I'm bored out of my mind for like 90% of "Written in My Own Heart's Blood" but then I FINALLY get to the parts with Brianna and Roger and I'm just like 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[televisionenjoyer]

guys i just got diagnosed for LED poisoning omg stay safe you never know what they put in destiel candy bars!!

[xoshepard]

god as everyone knows i love jasnah and i do support women's wrongs but its so funny that she went "damn you look terrible. lets go outside and study philosophy. i murdered these men in front of you. philosophize on that."

like ???? YEAH OF COURSE SHALLAN IS FREAKED OUT DHSKDHDJD JASNAH COME ON

[officialplaid]

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[alicewrotethis]

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ㅤ۫ㅤ ˚ ۪˖𓏲﹒synopsis!! atsumu needed a new roommate, only he didn't know what he was getting himself into. ㅤ ˖ㅤㅤ۫ㅤ ˚౨ cw!! timeskip! a. miya x artist! oblivious! reader, sfw ﹒ ◠ note!!  and they were roommates... atsumu is so hard to write for omg, pt2 soon !! not proofread ౨ wc!! 3k  ˚ ۪˖𓏲 mood!! series playlist

[part two]

"Tsumu, you need to find a new roommate. My girlfriend and I are getting serious," Atsumu's now ex-roommate explained to him. Atsumu could understand, though not really. He had never gotten too far in the relationship stages. His focus was usually on volleyball, and he couldn’t imagine himself in a serious relationship, so he never really tried.

So here he sat in his living room, on the couch, interviewing the fifth person that day for the new roommate position he’d put out on Craigslist. He was starting to regret the decision, especially since half of the people he met were... well, to put it nicely, extremely shady in his eyes.

Maybe Craigslist wasn’t the best place to post a roommate ad.

His rules were simple: don’t make a mess, be respectful of each other’s belongings, label your food items, and do not be a girl. Most of the rules seemed fair given that it was a two-bedroom, two-bath apartment.

But then there you were, sitting across from him, looking nervous as he stared you down.

"Ya' read the rules, right?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

It’s not that Atsumu hated women or anything—he loved them, for the most part. He just wasn’t sure he could share the same space with someone of the opposite gender. It was something he’d never done before, and given the way his exes acted, he assumed every girl would be uptight and all up in his business all the time.

"I, uh, yes?" You tried to put on a fake smile, but the truth was, you hadn’t read the rules. You’d just applied to whatever roommate ad you first saw. You’d been kicked out by your last roommate, who refused to tell you the reasons, but you had a pretty good guess why.

You had a bad habit of leaving things out randomly, calling it your organized clutter. But everyone else called it a pigsty.

"Then what was the first rule?" He questioned.

You said the first thing that came to your mind, "Don’t talk about fight club?" Your cheeks were a deep red color.

Atsumu felt a smirk fall onto his face "Ya sure yer applyin' for a roommate and not an underground fightin' ring?" He said, amused.

"It was the first thing that came to my mind!" You shouted, embarrassed about your accidental answer. "No, I didn't read your freak rules," You muttered, crossing your arms and staring at the wooden floor.

Atsumu chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Well, if yer gonna live here, you might wanna start readin' them," he teased, leaning back into the couch.

You directed your attention to him once again, "Wait, I can live here?" You asked, a hopeful expression on your face.

Atsumu’s grin softened as he noticed the hope in your eyes. He leaned forward, propping his elbows on his knees. "Yeah, ya can," he said, his voice a little more serious now. "But, ya gotta understand, this place ain't some hotel. It's full of my rules,"

Atsumu knew he needed someone to fill the position of his roommate, and truthfully he was tired of interviewing people and having to awkwardly reject them, and you seemed nice enough, plus, he could just kick you out if you weren't nice to live with.

"I'm sure I can make whatever your rules are work!" You beamed, your excitement palpable.

You were overjoyed, and grateful to have found an apartment so quickly, especially with the truck you rented due to be back in six hours.

"First off," he started, but you cut him off by raising your hand. "What?"

"Can we, uh, bring my stuff up? The truck, uh... it needs to be back in six hours..." you said, your voice wavering, as if you were almost afraid he might tell you to unload it yourself.

Atsumu’s expression softened just a little as he processed your request. The nerves were so evident in your voice, and he couldn’t help but wonder if you were just a bit too anxious for such a simple question. But the truth was, he’d been nervous more times than he could count in his life. It was the only thing that kept him from being irritated by your timid tone.

"Sure," he said, his voice dropping to something a bit gentler. "I can help ya bring it up, no problem."

You blinked, taken aback for a moment. You expected some resistance— after all, most people would be irritated by the thought of helping move someone’s stuff after a first meeting. Maybe your original thoughts on Atsumu were wrong, when you first saw him you had assumed he would be rude but so far he seemed to be fairly nice.

"Lead the way," He spoke, standing up, once again reminding you just how tall he really is.

You both stood in front of the truck, it was a fairly small size, really only used for moving a bedroom.

"The boxes might be heavy, I dont pack well," You warned, sliding the door up and revealing your stacks of boxes as well as your bed set, but something caught Atsumu's eye, you had something flat and long covered on bubble wrap.

"What's that?" He asked, pointing his finger.

"Oh! My canvases, I, uh, do art, or well, make it, I guess," You explained, stumbling over your words nervously. "Well, not I guess, I know it, it's my job,"

You hoped he didn't ask any further questions since you weren't one to really talk about your art, most of your pieces never met your standards so therefore never met the light of day despite what everyone else says about them. You always tended to be your own biggest critique.

"Maybe you could paint me like one of your French girls," He teased, a wide grin on his face.

Your face went a deep shade, did he actually want you to paint him like a French girl? It wasn't uncommon for someone to ask you to paint them something but to paint someone was a whole different deal, though, you did find him candidly pretty enough for it.

"Maybe," You said while picking up a box from the truck, the weight almost enough to make you drop it as you struggled to walk.

Atsumu just watched you with amusement, his brow raising, you didn't actually think he was serious. Right? You had determination he'd give you that.

"Ya need help?" He asked wryly.

"Nope," You mustered out before taking another step and almost falling backward, "Okay, yeah," You admitted.

Atsumu quickly replaced your hands on the box, lifting it like it weighed absolutely nothing.

"Just say yes next time, yeah?" He said, making his way towards the entrance, making you mumbling excuses for not lifting it.

After Atsumu sat the last box down in your room he wiped the sweat off his forehead. You told him you'd be back in forty minutes. It took you ten minutes to get to the truck place, twenty minutes to wait for your friend to pick you up, and ten minutes back. It gave Atsumu a chance to spiffy the place up one last time. He didn't want you to think he lived messily, though it would be a different story when he was busy.

Before leaving your room, he caught a glimpse of the familiar bubble-wrapped canvases, curiosity piquing his interest. One look wouldn't hurt, right? And it's like you'd never know. Giving in to his curiosity he carefully unwrapped one from the back, it felt like Christmas all over again.

Lifting the painting up to get a good view his jaw dropped, it was a beautiful scenic view of a lake, the water and grass had been finished but the sky and what he presumed should've been mountains weren't. He wanted to see a finished one, so he declared that one didn't count and therefore he should be entitled to unwrapping another one.

Lifting the second one up he noticed the same thing, it was a moonlight beach piece- or so he thought; only the top part of the canvas hadn't been filled in. Once he rewrapped them he inspected all the canvases from outside the wrap, and despite how blurry it was, he could tell none of them were finished and a confused look strew onto his face, whats with you and not finishing things?

Hearing the doorbell ring he quickly placed everything back where he found it and rushed to the door, opening it slightly after peeking through the peephole and seeing your form.

"Password?" He asked with a grin.

You didn't quite pick up on his joking tone, "Wait what? You didn't tell me the password," You explained anxiously.

He laughed awkwardly when he realized the joke didn't land, you were gonna have to get used to his silly jokes if you were gonna become possible friends with him.

"Just come inside," He opened the door fully, watching as you slipped under the arm that was holding the door open.

"That reminds me," He paused, digging in his shorts pocket, pulling out a silver key, and handing it out to you, "Your key,"

You smiled and took it from his hand, "Why is your fingertip black?" You asked, taking his wrist and examining his hand.

Atsumu's eyes widened as he quickly tried to come up with an excuse, he couldn't just tell you he went snooping through your stuff. Atsumu was a liar, everybody who was even remotely close to him knew this, but to his luck, you had only just met him.

"It's not," He said with the most convincing smile he could put on.

He never said he was a good liar.

You looked up at him, his wrist still in your grasp as your eyes flickered between him and his finger, and your skeptical expression made it clear you didn't believe him.

"It's food dye," He spoke again, praying you'd release your weak grasp.

Narrowing your eyes you seemed content with his more believable answer, "Why didn't you just say that from the start?" You asked, letting go of his arm.

"Oh, ya know, the usual, anyway..." He trailed off, walking towards his bedroom to escape the awkward situation, "I'll be in my room, don't disturb me unless there's a fire,"

You watched his back as he fled and shut the door swiftly, you knew this new living arrangement would be anything other than a dull one.

But one thing didn't add up to you, what food would he willingly want to dye black? Oh well, you had more important matters to attend to, like unpacking your room, your least favorite part of moving.

With a sigh you looked around your room, it was neat, and you wondered how long it'd be till it wasn't. Mentally swatting those thoughts away you shook your head, you had to be clean this time in fear of getting kicked out, again, it's weird that it happened once it'd be even more weird if it happened twice.

The only thing left was to find a spot to put your unfinished paintings, was hanging up unfinished paintings weird to do? You weren't quite sure, but since you had nowhere else to store them you decided it was the only logical thing to do. Unwrapping the first one you noticed little smudges in the black. Once you hung it up you inspected your fingers, only that's when it hit you, Atsumu's fingers, he lied to your face!

Knocking on his bedroom door, you were furious— not because he snooped through your things, but because he lied to your face about doing so.

"Atsumu's not here, try again later," You heard him say from behind the door, feigning innocence.

You rolled your eyes, exasperated. "Why'd you lie to me?"

"As a loyal friend of Atsumu, I can confirm he's a man of integrity and would do no such thing," He shot back, in a mockingly serious tone.

Did he genuinely think you'd fall for this act? You were a lot of things, but stupid wasn’t one of them.

"I'm not stupid, Atsumu," you said, crossing your arms as the door creaked open.

His face peeked out with a sheepish grin, clearly amused. "Never said ya were, just testin' yer observation skills,"

You glared up at him, refusing to be derailed. "So? Why lie?"

Atsumu leaned casually against the doorframe, shrugging with an air of nonchalance, "Force of habit? Thought it'd be funny?" His grin widened.

Atsumu didn't really have an explanation of why he lied to you, it just came naturally to him, he'd lie even when caught in the act. He'd be more surprised if he told the truth.

You could only muster out a scoff as you turned for your room, you were more annoyed than angry at this point, annoyed that he kept joking about everything– was there a serious bone in this guys body?

Atsumu felt the need to apologize, he knew he shouldn't lie, or well, he should've told a better lie, but he still hurt your feelings and it hadn't even been a whole day since you moved in.

With an exaggerated sigh he knocked on your door. After a few moments you opened it, a scowl evident on your face at the sight of him.

" 'msorry i stretched the truth about a few things," He said, watching as you crossed your arms.

"Stretched the truth?" You repeated annoyed at how he couldn't admit the cold hard truth even in his apologies.

"C'mon don't be like that, i'm sorry, i got carried away 'nd wanted to see yer painting's" He leaned on the door way.

you let a soft smile onto your face at his words, you were glad he apologized finally, and you were happy someone wanted to see your work, though, had he just asked you probably would've shown him. Eventually. Most likely.

"Yeah, well... next time, just don’t lie. It’s not that hard." You say, not wanting to let him off the hook that easily.

Atsumu grins, "No promises," He said amusingly.

You rolled your eyes and smiled at him, "So, what do you think of them?"

Atsumu knew he was going to like invoking reactions out of you, the way you expressed yourself so clearly was adorable to him, and how you didn't quite catch on to his sarcastic tone, taking everything so seriously. It was far too cute.

"Why aren't any of 'em finished?" He asked inquisitively, watching as you leaned on the doorframe opposite to him.

You pondered for a moment, coming up with an answer that actually made sense to anyone but you. You knew why they weren't finished, it was a problem you've always had, you just never had the right motivation to finish the pieces, they were beautiful yes, and they could've been so much more but you never had the right... muse?

Motivation?

Reason?

Of course, you had reason to finish the pieces people paid for, but your personal pieces were and will always remain unfinished.

"I've never had any reason to finish them, I guess," You said, your tone completely changing from the one you've been using toward him, you sounded more collected than you did before.

Atsumu felt your words somewhat, though he couldn't fully understand where you were coming from as he never indulged in hobbies other than volleyball, and with volleyball you can't just not finish the game.

"Well, if ya ever finish one, we're hangin' it up in the living room," He grinned at your flustered face.

"You were saying something about rules earlier?" You changed the subject.

"Ah," He paused, "Respect people's things 'nd label yer food,"

You looked at him with a bemused expression, "Haven't you already broken one of your rules?"

He stood with a wide smirk, "Never said I'd follow the rules, gotta get yer ears checked," He said teasingly.

"My ears are just fine, I swab them every night for your information," You shot back, defensively crossing your arms.

Atsumu chuckled softly at your form, the way you always took him so seriously, it stitched something into him, nothing bad, but he just wasn't sure what the feeling was to what it could lead to, sure your personalities clashed wildly, but that's what made it so exciting to him. You were something new.

"Thanks f'the image,"

"Let me see your ears," You said, arms still crossed.

Atsumu raised his brow in amusement, "Why would I-"

Atsumu got cut off by you grabbing his shirt and tugging him down,.

Atsumu blinked, his lips parting slightly in stunned silence. He wasn’t used to being manhandled like this— especially by someone as small, compared to him, and stubborn as you.

“Y’know,” He finally murmured, his voice low and teasing as a grin tugged at his lips, “If ya wanted t’hold my face, ya just had t’ask.” He said playfully, trying to mask the flush your hold on his face brought.

You ignored his words, squinting at his ear as if it held the answers to the universe.

“It looks clean,” you muttered, releasing his chin with a sharp pat.

Atsumu straightened, rubbing his jaw with exaggerated offense. “Glad I passed yer inspection, doc. Feel free t’give me a heads-up next time, yeah?”

Despite the confident facade he put on, your touch and close proximity sent a flutter through him.

"Well, I did ask beforehand," You placed your hand on his chest to move him backward and out of the doorframe, god, why were you so touchy? It did absolutely nothing to calm the flutter of feelings spinning in his chest.

As you turned on your heel and shut the door, Atsumu stood there, watching you, his hand absently brushing over his chin where your fingers had been moments before.

What exactly had he gotten himself into?

navigation !

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[part two]

[darlingsfandom]

Could i please ask for a Tommy request where your his new assistant you’ve both been flirting and teasing each other with occasionally bumping into each other slight touch of hands until one day tommy decides to step over the line and fucks you in his office claiming you his.

Understand that you’r super busy and if this is something you can’t write I understand you can change anything.

You got it friend ✨

TW: swearing, cream pie, p in v unprotected, slight breeding kink if you squint !

Not proof read- also finished writing this at 2am!

It’s been over six months in the Shelby household. Six months of doing laundry, making breakfast, lunch, dinner and every Friday a nice dessert followed by doing the dishes, cleaning the rooms and making the beds. They do pay a pretty penny and since you’ve come so far for the position they turned a spare room into your bedroom , of course it was on the first floor by the kitchen but that was better than walking all the way home to turn around and return only a few hours later.

Every day you followed the same schedule of getting up, getting ready, made their breakfast , cleaned up then had your own breakfast before re cleaning the kitchen, did the laundry, dusted, took out the garbage , tidied up the rooms and made the beds (Polly made her own! She’s picky about it) after that you’d make a simple lunch and take it to whatever room the family members were in. You enjoyed it.

“Good afternoon Mr.Shelby.” You spoke softly walking into his office. Tommy was looking over some paperwork as you dropped off his lunch.

“Smells delicious as always.” He gave you a quick smile which made your heart flutter.

“Thank you Mr.Shelby, I’ll be back for your dishes in a little bit.” You nodded and made your way out of the room making sure to hide your blush as best as possible. It was no secret that you found him attractive , but you’re not the only one who has eyes for him. You’ve seen your fair share of the women who strolled in and out , but lately there’s been less and less. Usually he’d bring home two girls a night , every night! But it’s actually been about two weeks since you’ve seen him being anyone home.

You stood in the kitchen looking out the window watching the rain pour while the dishes sat on the rack air drying. It wasn’t usual for you to have some down time and the family didn’t mind since you did a good job.

“Anything interesting out there?” His voice made you jump a little before you turned to see him holding his dirty dishes.

“Oh Mr.Shelby, you didn’t have to bring those out here , I was coming to get those shortly.” You took the tray from his hands. His finger tips brushed over yours gently and that wasn’t new. Lately Tommy has been finding ways to touch you in soft ways for example he’d touch your waist when squeezing past you in the hall, how his fingers would touch your hand when handing you something, his eyes would linger on you when you’d bend to set his stuff down or when you’d bend over to grab something from under the sink, no wonder he’d stop bringing random women home.

“It’s the least I could do, gettin’ a bit borin readin’ paper work all day.” He smiled at you as you walked over to the sink .

“I suppose that could be borin’” you washed up the dishes as he stood there watching you carefully before stepping towards you and boxing you in against the sink. His hands rested on your hips making your skin crawl in a good way before his chin rested on your shoulder. “Mr.Shelby, are you feeling okay? Do I need to get you some medicine ?” You turned a little but he stopped you .

“I’m not sick darlin. Just need someone to hold. It’s been a minute…” His hands ran up your sides before pulling you away from the sink as you set the last dish on the rack. “Come with me.” Tommy held onto your hand as the two of you walked back into his office. “Please sit.” He set you down on the couch by the window before making sure the door was locked. “You enjoy your job yeah?” He asked sitting down next to you.

“I do Mr.Shelby. Your family is very kind to me and pay well.” You nodded rubbing your hands over your thighs. His hand rested over yours before lacing his fingers with yours which made your eyes grow wide.

“Please darling, don’t be shy.” Tommy leaned in and kissed your cheek before moving along your jawline up to your lips where he brushed them slowly. Your lips pushed back into kiss your eyes fluttering closed as his hand moved up your thigh. Tommy kissed you harder as he adjusted you so that you were on his lap. Your hands rested against his chest.

“Mr. Shelby … this is wrong. I’m just your help.” Tommy placed his finger over your lips to which you wrapped them around his finger while looking in his eyes.

“You’re not my help sweetheart, you’re simply mine.” His eyes darkened with each word while his tone shifted making you clench around nothing.

“I’m sorry , I don’t understand …” you tilted your head in confusion before you felt his teeth sinking into the side of your neck. Tommy sucked softly after biting making a small whimper leave your lips.

“It’s simple. What’s mine is MINE! And you darling are mine and I’ll make sure everyone knows it.” Tommy had pushed you back onto your feet before quickly lifting up your long skirt and bending you over his desk. He smirked at the wet patch on your panties as his fingers ran across the spot, his lips pressed into the side of your neck, your hands held tightly onto the desk with your head feeling fuzzy because there was no way it was happening. “You’re all mine.” He whispered against your skin as his fingers pulled your panties to the side so he could slide his fingers into slowly making you gasp.

“Mr.Shelby!” You looked over your shoulder to see the way he was biting his lip like a man being detained from his favorite meal.

“Please darling, call me Tommy.” His fingers twisted in and out of you at a pleasurable pace that you’ve tried to reach yourself. Tommy pulled his fingers out before licking them clean while fussing with his belt. The loud clank of the metal hitting the ground brought you back to reality.

“Tommy! We shouldn’t be doing this , you’re my boss.” His finger covered your lips to shush you again before he turned you to face you as his free hand ran over your stomach.

“I’m not your boss anymore… you’re simply mine and I can’t make it any clearer “ Tommy grabbed your hand and placed it on his chest while he lined the head of his cock up with your pussy and slowly pushed in making you scream , nose scrunching from the stretch of pain. “Unless I put a baby in ya.” Your eyes went huge in disbelief.

“Tommy!”

“Don’t worry darling , I won’t put a baby in you… yet.” He pushed himself all the way inside making your hands grip onto his shoulders. Tommy let you adjust. The way your heart was about to burst out of your chest scared you because there was no way this was happening! Thomas Shelby was fucking you on his desk, to be fair you’ve thought about it a million times in your own bed but you didn’t think it would actually happen.

The two of you stayed silent for what felt like ages. Tommy slowly started pumping in and out of you while looking into your eyes. Your hands ran over his chest before gripping the fabric of his shirt to pull him in deeper and smash your lips against his. You’re not sure what came over you but you wrapped your leg around his waist as he started to pick up the pace. Hearing his groans deep in your ear made you moan right into his ear as he held you tightly. His scent of tobacco and whisky intoxicated you along with how he switched it up by pulling your other leg up and angled himself deeper into you making you cry out.

“Oh Tommy! I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“I know darling , I know! I’ve wanted you too.” His words made you melt. Tommy looked into your eyes before kissing you hard , biting your lip as he pushed harder into you.

“What took you so long ?”

“Had to make sure you wanted me too. Do you know many girls see me just for the money?”

“You mean the whores?”

“Yes! They meant nothing, mindless sex.. this though… this feels real .” He stroked your cheek.

“Tommy, I love this soft side but could we have this talk after?” You pleaded before he looked down to see his cock glisten with your juices.

“Sorry darling, see you get me feeling so many things.” He chuckled before adjusting you on the desk and holding your legs up and wide open so he could drill harder into you.

“Fuck!” Your eyes closed shut as he took no mercy in holding back, letting all the tension ease out into you. The way you moaned below him with the cuteness on your face how pink you were, how your nose scrunched, the way your lips stayed parted, you were the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen.

“Darlin, I can’t last much longer.” Tommy was a panting mess above you. His face tightened as a loud groan escaped his throat. His thighs shook as the grip on your ankles tightened , his organs hit him hard , filling you up with his cum Tommy looked down at you to see that look in your eye. He knew your own orgasm was on the edge so he used his thumb to reach down and rub your clit with slight pressure at an alarming pace. The coil in your stomach snapped making your back arch as you cried out for him digging your nails into his desk.

“Shhh, I got you.” Tommy pulled you up and wrapped his arms around you to keep you close. He kissed the top of your head while you panted in his arms. The two of you stayed in each others arms comforting each other until his office door came flying in.

“Thomas … have you..! Oh!” John covered his eyes with a smirk on his lips.

“Oh be a man John, it’s not like you haven’t fucked a girl before.” Tommy rolled his eyes before brushing the hair from your face.

“Of course I’ve fucked a girl, just never our staff.”

“Well from now on, Y/N is not our staff ! She’s my love.” Tommy kissed your cheek.

“Yeah yeah that’s great and all but for the love of god can ya get dressed , we have a meeting.” John waved his hand before stepping out of the room. Tommy shook his head before slowly pulling out of you. You could feel some of his cum drip out of you before he fixed your panties. Tommy tucked himself away before pulling you back by your hips.

“Move into my room tonight.” He rubbed your hips gently.

“Yes, Mr.Shelby.” You gave him a wink before he gave a little pat on the ass as you made your way out of his office and down the hall to your new way of life.

[tragicallyuncreative]

At The End Of The Road: Chapter ? Excerpt

Based off this tweet by S. E. Hinton. I have no idea what chapter this will actually be in (I have about 6-7 little drabbles/ passages that probably won’t appear for another 10+ chapters but I have so much fun writing them). This wouldn’t leave my brain until I wrote it down and I couldn’t stop laughing so had to share it with y’all. Enjoy 🤣

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“No way, kid.” Dally looked at the thick paperback book with a disgusted expression. “I’m no pussy, I ain’t readin’ you that shit.” 

“Listen here, Dallas Winston,” Ponyboy hissed in a low, dangerous voice. You’d think he wouldn’t be intimidating, scrawny and bald, propped up against pillows that weren’t quite as pale as he was and feeding tube still in his nose, but Dally balked. “I have not left this room in thirty-two days. I have read every single other book in this hospital library and seen every episode of every single daytime soap opera at least four times. I have played enough poker for a lifetime and if I don’t kick it anytime soon, I will owe Johnny approximately $20,000 and a lifetime supply of cigarettes in winnings. I am four weeks ahead in every single class and memorized the periodic table of elements. I have drawn enough pictures to fill an amateur art gallery. If I don’t do something new, I’m gonna end up on the psych unit.”

Dallas laughed weakly, but unease flashed in his eyes. “Pony, man, you startin’ to sound crazy.” 

“Oh, am I?!” His voice was rising. “I fuckin’ wonder why?!?”

“Jesus, fine!” Dally threw his hands up in defeat. “We’ll read the goddamn book!”

Johnny smirked. “Toldja he would,” he said smugly. He passed Little Women over. “You read the first chapter, Dal.”

[lokisqueen69]

Yondu x reader

Warning: smut, knotting, and slight BDSM

“Captain?” I ask quietly as I peek my head around the corner as I didn’t know if he had fallen asleep in the Captain chair again. I see him sitting there just looking out into space. He looked almost peaceful til he turns around the stoic and stern face returning to his face and mumbles

“What?”

“I have the newest leads for jobs available…if you would like to review them. Just wanted to see if you were awake or not sir. I can obviously give them to you tomorrow if you don't want to.”

“Nah, bring ‘em over. Just explain ‘em to me, don't feel like readin’ tonight.” He says patting the chair across from him (Co captain’s chair) before leaning back on his own.

“You sure Kraglin won’t be pissed at me sitting in his chair.” I say with a smile as I chuckle lightly. Yondu smiles and laughs.

“Boy will be fine now, tell me about these possible new jobs.” He says, closing his eyes with a smile. I smile too seeing him relaxing around me. I had always liked the captain and had been here for about a year. Was just a common crew member at first but soon came to my current position of ‘Job lead analyzer’ really all I had to do was get some job leads and do some research on the object and the client.

“The first one is from a wealth broker from Nowhere: he is offering 1 Mil to get an object back but he wouldn't specify anything about the object so don’t have much on that BUT i did search him up and he has very extensive criminal background ,not shocking tho, but he was also marked as a traitor by Stakar for a deal gone bad. Some of the other boys said they did ‘small’ jobs that went wrong. So overall this one doesn’t seem worth it but obviously your call." I say shrugging as he looks at my note on my hologram and hums to himself.

“Good money but best to not risk it. Any Other good ones for a good amount of money.”

“Not really but I have four smaller ones that would be around the same amount of money and we have done jobs for all of them before so we can trust their words a bit more.” I say with a chuckle “But you’ll have to go talk with the woman that practically threw herself at you that one time.” I laugh as Yondu rolls his eyes and groans. He playfully punches my arm as I dramatically exclaim

“Oh no! My arms it’s broken! *fake panting* I-i think I n-need you to do mouth to mouth resuscitation.” I smile and laugh at Yondu. Yondu smiles and laughs too as we remember the way this woman tried to get Yondu to literally do anything to her.

Yondu’s pov:

This one was a good addition to the crew as she was one of my top now. She was a fantastic crew but she would do any job no matter the risk. Which pissed me off as she was a little careless wanting to prove her worth constantly. I gave her the Job analyser job to keep her safer and not get her into danger with them boys. I smile and laugh at her joke about the women being so desperate for me. I look at her as she is laughing and leaning back in the chair. I watch her as she seems to shine with the stars.

‘She don’t want no old man. Or alien dick. But hot damn I do like this women.’ i think as i watch her laugh and lightin’ my mode.

Your Pov:

I always loved brightening the mood on the ship just trying to keep everyone’s sprites high. I stopped laughing when I saw Yondu staring at me. With his normal unreadable expression. I start to worry I have overstepped my position and choke down my laughing and go back to the jobs.

‘Damn! I think I just made his mood worse.’

I think as I panic on the inside as Yondu eventually was behind me leaning over the chair claiming he needed to move around a little bit. I was growing more and more nervous as he was so close to my neck. I could feel his breath on my neck and his hands and arms on either side of me. Getting a closer look at the info about the newest job opportunities. My face starts to heat up as I know I’m blushing now. I try to keep the conversation going to keep myself distracted but he keeps asking questions with his voice right in my ear as I try to keep myself from shivering when he does. I feel my core heat up and a damp spot of my panties form as we keep talking. Soon enough we get done with the overview and I get up to leave.

“All them jobs were on Contraxia right?’ Yondu askes

“Yea. They are all there but are kinda far apart from the meeting spots they gave us. We could send those that you think would be best suited for each job tho.” I say trying to get back to the barracks just to try and get away from Yondu as I feel myself starting to shake from arousal. Yondu hums and starts to walk with me.

‘Noooooo. Fuckin’ hell the one time I DON’T want him to be near me and he is FUCKING walking with me.’ I think as I try to control my nervousness and arousal till I get to the barracks to calm down as I start to take the corner to the barracks Yondu calls to me.

“Lass didn’t Krags tell ya?” I look at him confused and shake my head. Yondu rolls his eyes.

“ ‘Corse he didn’t. Well he was rather busy today. Anyways lass we got you a room to yourself since ya the only women on board. Krags overheard some of them boys talking while you were asleep and said it would be best for ya’ safety.” He says motioning you to follow. I gulp

‘FUCK NO!! Please don’t be next to his room! Please don’t be next to his room!’ I think as I see the captain’s room.

‘You’ll be next to me lass. Gotta make sure my top women is safe.” Yondu says quietly, trying not to seem weak to you.

‘SHIT!’ I think. Yondu seems to see my discomfort as he puts a hand on your shoulder as you seem to jump greatly at his touch.

“Lass?” Yondu's voice is stern but still soft to you.

“Y-yes captain?” I say unable to look at him as I’m trying to not freak out at his touch.

“Has something happened? You seem very uncomfortable. I may be a Ravager but I won’t allow them boys to hurt you.” Yondu says, taking my chin making me look at him. Our eyes locking together. You don’t say anything practically hypnotized by his red eyes. I wanted to tell him so badly how much I liked him but captain and crew code forbade it and I couldn't risk him getting in trouble with Stakar. I was able to talk with Stakar and he gave Yondu another chance with the ravagers. I look away, my heart hurting knowing I can't be with him. Yondu sees this a become concerned

“Lass, let's talk in my room.”

“NO! S-sorry sir…I’m fine. Just gonna miss the boys ya’ know?” I say trying to get to my room and take care of this now urgent issue. Yondu’s eyes narrow and he leans on the ship's wall. My legs nearly gave out as Yondu just leans on the wall looking like a picture perfect hot as hell captain.

“Got ya’ eye on one of them boys?” Yondu says curiously so he can make his life hell.

“S-sort of.” I say as I start to visibly shake with arousal now. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Yondu whose eyes are now wide open.

“Ummm lass… HA! Are you that turned on? Just the mention of your hot ravager makes you a mess.” He leans in with a chuckle and whispers lowly into your ear “Let me guess, is it Kraglin?” You snort

“No sir.”

“Hmmmm Tullk?”

“HA! No captain. Ya’ aint gonna get it.”

“Hmmm…Taserface?” Yondu says half disgusted. You almost vomit at the thought.

“Horuz?”

“Good gods no. Have you seen that man?? Plus I think he is married. I may be a ravager but I aint about that shit. Plus you ain't even close to be completely honest.” You say less aroused but the leather is still damp in between your legs.

“Ya he's probably too old for ya huh?”

“Nah. I like an older man to be completely honest with you.”

Yondu smiles slightly at this but knows you don’t prefer alien dick to a terran like dick.

“FFFuuck… this is gonna kill me now. Hey, how about we make a drinking game of this. Tomorrow is our ‘lax day anyways. You game girly?”

“Hmmm fine. I guess.” You say giving up on keeping this a secret. Yondu was gonna find out one way or another. You mentally prepare yourself for his arrow when he finds out. You walk into his room and it’s rather spacious but it’s trashed.

“How in the HELL do you walk through this pigsty?”

“What’s a pig-tsy?” Yondu says confused

“Never mind. What alcohol you got and for fucks sake no whiskey. You remember how that went last time.”

“Nah but I like whiskey for me. I got some Terran wine tho. You want that girly?”

“Ooooo yes! I haven’t had terran wine in so long.” You say and Yondu pour his and your glass.

“Okay lass…I will ask a question to help narrow it down and then guess the name. Such as I do it based on rack you would simply say if its a high rank or not. Get it?” Yondu asks, taking a small sip and sits down close to you and pats next to him. You nod and sit next to him.

“Ok first question.”

“Let doooo…is he on the ship right now or off ship?”

“On ship.”

“Mmm’k. Rank?”

“I thought it was just one question? But at this point you gonna find out so he is a higher rank.”

“Perfect! Not Krags! Really my- the boys a catch!” he says taking a big sip of his whiskey.

“Ha no. He is very nice but I don’t see him like that tho.” You set your nerves on fire. You take some sips just for the taste and to try and throw Yondu off. After hours Yondu has gone through a whole bottle of his whiskey and has seemingly gone through the whole ship.

“Shit! Lass have you been fucking with me. I have named everyone on this ship.”

You sigh. “Not everyone. You're forgetting one person and said person is the man. I have liked since becoming a ravager.”

Yondu groans and just can’t seem to get it. He even just starts saying all the names again. Not drinking this time but when he gets closer to the top (Rank) you start to get nervous.

“Tullk, Krags, and then me” He says as you sigh and drink the wine.

“What! I said them names before.” He says and you bury your face in your hands.

“Oh my gods. Ya old man…Yondu… for fuck’s sake are seriously not getting this! Repeat the name you just said.” You say lean toward him with a pissy expression.

“Tullk.” He says. No drink.

“Krags” No drink.

“And..” within that moment Yondu finally gets it. As you lean back with the glass in one hand ready to drink.

“Me?” You down the wine and let the glass down.

“Surprise.” You say sarcastically and look at your feet. You don't hear much until you are thrown over Yondu’s shoulder. You half expected him to throw you out of the room onto the cold hard floors of the ship. You keep your eyes closed and tense as he walks over to the door or so you thought. You feel Yondu throw you…onto the soft bed. You open your eyes with surprise and see Yondu taking his dusters off and his boots.

“Captain?”

“Lass…you have no idea how looong I have wanted to have this perfect terran body of yours.”

“What…ya’ aint mad?” You ask propped up on one elbow Yondu looks at you confused.

“The hell? Why would I be mad a beautiful terran and…my closest friend actually wants me an old man.” You hear Yondu say as he takes his shirt off causality as he wasn't absolutely ripped like the others were. You see the concern on his face as you roll your eyes as you sit on the edge of the bed and pull Yondu’s body to yours. You sigh and kiss his stomach and you make sure to pay extra attention to his scars. He hates them but you love them so much.

“S-sorry ‘bout the scars lass.” Yondu says ashamed.

“Oh Yondu…you have no idea how turned on your scars make me.” You say and make your way up to his face and kiss the scars all along his face. You look at him to see his cheeks a deep purple as you smile and touch his face. Yondu smiles and leans into it.

“Is someone blush…captain?” You tease as Yondu chuckles.

“You shouldn’t be saying much lass. Your cheeks are sooo very red.” You put your hands to your face. Yondu chuckles as puts his hands on your cheeks and brings your face to his stop just a few inches from his and askes

“Are sure ‘bout this lass? Centarains pair for life and the courting is long…but I have liked you for a while. I’m ready to start courting you if you- “ you cut him off with a kiss.

“You talk too long, captain. I'm very much ready for courting you.” You say as you stand up and move Yondu to the bed. Sitting him on the edge of the bed and kneeling between his legs.

“Now… let me please you captain” You say with a wink as you pull Yondu’s pants down as his cock hits your face and you couldn’t help but become nervous seeing his massive alien cock.

“Sorry lass I know you probably don’t like alien dick but experiment as you please.” Yondu says as he looks at you.

‘Damn…I never thought I would see this one with my dick on her face.’ Yondu smiles as you start to feel his cock. Gently stroking at first just see what his fully hardened cock would look like. He was very girthy and had a softer purple tapered tip as you stroke you feel an unusual lump starting to form close to the bottom of his cock. As you stroke up you see it better and start to stroke faster to see it. When Yondu suddenly pulls your hand as he leans over and pants loudly

“Fuck lass…I am…not ready to cum yet. I need that pretty terran mouth and cunt around me first.” He says between pants.

“I thought Centenarians had more stamina then terran. You are already about the cum?” You say teasing him.

“Watch it lass…still captain.” He says with a wink and lifts you off the ground and puts you on the bed gently as he is now kneeling in front of you. He gently removes your leather pants and boots being unusually gentle with you.

“Cap…I aint gonna break.” You say with sas. Yondu smirks as he removes your underwear with his teeth. You pant as your eyes widen as you know what is coming next. Yondu smiles and dives into your cunt, licking and sucking your cunt and clit, you couldn’t help but moan out loud.

“Now lass, I may like them boys but I aint good at sharen’ with them. Especially those beautiful moans of yours.” He says kisses your clit gently before looking under the bed for something. You sit up and pant as you try to compose yourself. Yondu slips his hand under your head and pulls your hair into his fist.

“Oh Fuck!” you gasp as he yanks you to him. You see the mischievous smile on him and his other hand behind his back.

“Got something for me cap'n'?” You say curiously

“Only if you're not quiet.” Yondu says holding up a gag bar. You whimper at the thought and couldn't deny how hot you thought it was.

“Fuck cap’n didn’t take you for the kinky type.” You say as he starts to kiss your neck and collar bone.

“Mmmmm, I've been ‘round for a while lass. I have my likings and you…are most certainly one of them.” Yondu says as he squeezes and sucks your tits. You couldn’t help but moan trying to keep your voice down. Yondu’s hands wander your body and start to trail down from your tits to your stomach then to your hips where he gives a good squeeze that would leave a bruise.

“Cap- Yondu?”

“Yes lass?” He stops and looks at your face.

“I want ummm…” You start to say nervous at his eye contact. Yondu smiles and leans up to you, taking your neck in his hand and using his index finger to make you look at him.

“What is it lass? You want what?” He says making you look into his eyes and making you say it.

“A kiss.” You say softly the eye contact making your stomach swirl. Yondu smiles and leans in to give you a passionate kiss as he guides one of your hands to his cock as the kiss becomes heated. You moan into the kiss as you stroke his cock gently as you feel the lump form again on his cock as he breaks the kiss gasping

“Fuck stop” You look at his concerned and ask.

“Yondu are you hurt? I keep feeling this lump on your cock and..then you say to stop.” You say genuinely concerned for him. He looks at you with wide eyes as he chuckles lightly sitting on his thighs and strokes his cock to make you see the lump.

“Lass as you can tell my cock ain’t like others…what you see and feel is a knot. Ya’ know what that is?” He asks as you shiver just at the thought. Yondu chuckles as he sees you shiver and leans back down to kiss you hard. He breaks the kiss and leans to your ear says

“You want your cap'n' to put his big blue cock in you? Hmmm lass? You want me to knot ya’?” You nod as you rock your hips and whimper. He kisses you again, pushing you down onto the mattress again as he gently lines his cock to you. He starts to sink into your cunt as you wrap your arms around him and moan into his neck.

“F-fuck~ Cap-tain Ah!” You couldn’t help the full feeling of his cock in as Yondu leans up with a smirk and chuckles.

“Full already lass?” He asked smirking

“So full cap’n.” you says moaning out as Yondu chuckles again

“W-what’s so funny?” You ask as Yondu intertwines his hand into your hair and yanks you up as he makes you look at his cock that wasn’t even half way in.

“Oh shit ,sir, I'm so full already…it wont fit.” You say sounding like a total slut. Yondu chuckles and pushes your head back down making you moan loudly as he smiles and puts the bar gag on you. Leaning to your ear as says,

“Cap’n’ will make it fit.” He says hotly as he inches further in making your toes curl and that feeling.

“Shit! Lass you’re so tight.” He grabs your chin making you look at him.

“If it becomes too much tap ,hard, three times on my neck and I will stop…twice if you just need me to slow down.” He says and tries to fit more of his cock inside you. He closes his eyes trying very hard to restrain himself not wanting to hurt or break you. After what feels like forever he is finally fully inside you. You whimper and moan into the gag bar.

“Fuck lass…i want to pound into you so badly…i dont wanna break you…have you ever sleep with anyone since you been in space lass?” You whimper into the gag and shake your head.

“Damn it, fuck!” Yondu exclaims as you feel his cock throb and twitch within you. He bites gently on your shoulder making you moan loudly into the bar gag. As you throb around him and move your hips.

“Shit lass! NO! If you do that I ain’t gonna be able to hold back and I’m not breaking you so soon.” You cry into the gag just wanting him to move inside you. His cock so big inside you it almost burns but you loved it wanting this for so long. Yondu doesn’t let you move as he pushes you hips down and to make you stop touching him tied your hands up with his duster belt.

“I'll take the gag out so you can tell me if it’s too much.” Youndu is panting greatly at this point, sweat dripping down his cheek.

“Yondu, please this is torture! Fuck me please captain! Please, I need you to move inside me!” You plea with him as he kisses you gently

“Promise to call it if it’s too much?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl.” Yondu says with a smile. He puts your legs over his shoulder and gently pulls out before slamming back in causing you to moan loudly as you bite your lip trying to not cry out with each brutal trust. Yondu grabs your chin and puts his thumb into your mouth forcing you to open and cry out.

“I dont give a fuck anymore…let them boys know who’s cock is making you feel so good.” Yondu starts slamming into you at a fast and rough pace making you scream and cry out his name. Your legs still over his shoulders as you squirm with the belt still holding your arms back. Yondu grunts and groans, still trying to hold his control.

“Y-yondu stop holding back!” You try to say it with sas but it comes out more like a moan. Yondu growls and flips you over to your stomach pulling your hips up. You cry out as he slams back into you, the knot starting to form at the base. It doesn’t quite fit but you’re sure Yondu will change that. Yondu slows as he puts you into a comfortable position. He brushes your hair away from the base of your neck before he places his hands beside your head and starts to pick up the pace as you moan his name. He growls when you do and leans down to the base of your neck kissing it and leaving hickeys all over your neck and shoulders. You cry out and moan as his pace becomes brutal.

“Yondu! Oh fuck~ please! I-iM getting close please…” You beg as you start to feel your orgasm building. Yondu doesn’t respond, just grunts and groans. Yondu somehow gets even faster but he starts to get sloppy. You know he is close so you start begging like a whore. Begging him to let you come.

“Fuck, Yondu I-i am cumming! Please cum in me!” With that beg Yondu snaps and bites down hard on your neck as he pushes the knots into you. You cry out as you gush all over his cock not caring if anyone can hear you. Yondu whimpers as his cum floods into you, his knot not letting a drop escape from you as you feel it starting to expand your womb. You pant as Yondu keeps cumming. He stays like this for a few minutes before he stops cumming your womb full and expanded.

“Shit, fuck lass. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to knot ya.” Yondu says and unties your arms. You couldn’t even respond so spaced out and fuck brainless. Yondu gently lays you on your side with himself still inside you. After a few minutes the knot pops out and his cum pours out as you whimper feeling empty.

“You back with me lass?” He asks concerned

“Yes sir.” You say weakly exhausted.

“Good, anything hurt? Lass you did so good. My precious little terran.” Yondu says lovingly and kisses your head many times making you giggle.

“No captain. I'm okay, just tired and sore.” You say as you turn to face him and snuggle into his chest.

“Is cuddling’ okay cap?”

“Lass stop calling me captain in private okay? And for you always, come here.” He says and pulls you close to him.

[thegratefulsouth]

If we were only friends, would it'a

hit me in this moment, quite so much, your flesh easin' in mine, your shadow o'cloth barely distractin' us. Takin' turns to roll the same damn near breath in an instant. Got swept up by some mist that doesn't exist, except between us. We were close, so close, our hearts alignin' an' I'd a'never known it was too much for me then, if we were only friends, if my hands hadn'ta stopped working like my breath in that moment. And we both know, back then, I ain't had the sense in women enough to think for a second 'bout what I could be startin'.

So when you smiled that way, your little tease and said those things, I was already flakin' an' backtrailin', thinkin' mistakes were ahead a'me. 'Cause I didn't want you to see that in me. 'Cause I'd never felt quite that way an' I couldn't understand it for the life o'me. S'why I was so quick to protest, believed you were jokin' when you said what you said. And why I put up that wall and we laughed and my knees quaked with intensity.

If we were only friends, you wouldn'a

leaned that way against my cell for me, when I came back. I feel that now, seen it time and again, others couplin' up around us, that way they move in the beginnin', like you did. Still, I could be imaginin', was just a sliver of a momen'. Was oblivious then, why you did it. Just saw it. You pushin' yourself, your ... yourself forward, like that, for me. It's the only indication, unspoken, of a spark you wanted somethin' more, that I've ever seen.

Noticed it though, locked it away with the good memories. Why else would I 'ave

driven myself into you? That same way you arched to me, like I'd wanted to, for so damn long, to find some chance to meet you like that, in that way. If we were only soulmates without any other needs?

And we were so damn close to startin' somethin', 'fore you were sent away. All this time and events but still, we never got back what never was, and shoulda been. Was never the same with us for such a long time, tryin' a find you again

and you me

with things happenin' the way they did, you runnin', an' me railin' against the wind, tryin' to square up wrongdoin's.

And when that stopped for awhile, I'd lost almost everythin'. Would I 'ave even gone away if what you did hadn't hurt? Not your fault, you was just livin'.

But if what we had was enough, nothin' more'an solidarity? Would I a'stayed away so long? 'Cause that hurt, too, to see you bein' another you, see you finally bein' all the things you needed to, havin' things I couldn't give you, 'cause I didn't know how to.

Would you 'ave tried so hard to push me away, set me up, settle me down with someone who didn't carry the baggage we had, who didn't doubt themselves and every scratch o'hope we'd gathered in the before times, that still haunt the sleepless hours.

And if we were only friends, would I 'ave tried so damn hard everyday to change an' grow for you, show you the man of honour you said you wanted

'til you threw it back at me. 'Cause y'know that's all I want to be, what I want you to see in me. I need you with me. Wish I could make you feel what I feel.

If we were only friends would I 'ave taken every chance I could, to look at you, drink you in, let each stroke and pulse, and touch, each heartbeat win. Just give in

no matter who else was noticin'. So I could live.

All this best friend shit, will I ever admit to you, what I, in waves tell others in every other second word, with my eyes, with my silence an' my breath, while I scream inside, and threaten and hide from you?

What I wouldn't do, and believe me I would, I will, if somethin' ever happens. Same as you'd do.

This ain't platonic Carol, ain't no cheap romance neither from the dollar bin, not like them ones you been readin'.

It's fuckin' special what we have, and I want more.

And I'll love you with my dyin' breath, and after, the way Rick said, as walkin' dead, even though we ain't them, not yet, not close. There's more. Will always be more.

We'll always be more than that.

TGS

Companion piece from Carol's perspective

Still images AMC and #1 unknown, #3 businessinsider.com, #4 riveralwaysknew

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Accounting and Other Arts

Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader Smut (18+), MDNI

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You're not one for gunshots or drunken brawling, as Arthur learns one night in Saint Denis.

Saint Denis reeks. The whole damned city. It either smells of horse shit and rotting garbage or of obnoxiously over-perfumed rich men and women traipsing about thinking that they are above the common folk.

The mare beneath him grunts as the dirt road turns to cobblestone, a high whinny as her hooves clack on the road. Arthur clicks his tongue to calm her down. Upon reaching an alleyway to the west of the market, he slides down from the saddle, grabbing his horse’s reins and tying them to a wrought-iron hitching post. He pats her mane gently as he eyes the alleyway. Stepping toward it, he strides past men and women heading to market, finding a quiet, shadowed spot and leaning against the brick wall of the alley.

“You’re late.”

Arthur snorts, pulling a cigarette from his satchel, and strikes a match against the arched brickwork in the alley. Lighting it, he eyes you from under the rim of his black hat.

Your arms are crossed over your chest, and you glare from the golden rims of your spectacles at him. Clad in a dark velvet vest over a maroon blouse, your matching skirt swishes as you stalk angrily in his direction.

“My apologies, ma’am.”

You scowl as you approach, looking up the alley past where Arthur leans against the wall.

“Y’get what you need?” He rumbles as he takes the cigarette from his lips, letting a plume of smoke float into the air.

You nod, pulling off your spectacles and tucking them into the breast pocket of your vest. “Tomorrow morning - the money’s going to be moved from the poker room back to one of Bronte’s safehouses. Be there a half hour before a half hour before six. Only supposed to be two men there.”

Arthur takes the cigarette from his lips and blows smoke to the side. “How much is the take?”

“If my calculations are correct, twenty-three hundred dollars.” You reply, straightening your skirts as you lean back against the brick wall in the alleyway. 

Arthur drops the cigarette and grinds it under his boot.

A strand of hair escapes from your tightly pulled bun, and you huff as you tuck it behind your ear. You’ve been told the hairstyle makes you look severe, you’d take it. In this world of guns and robbery and stealing you live in, you feel the need to do anything to make yourself look serious. 

Guns weren’t your weapons. Numbers were. You ran scams and cheated men out of money. You assisted Strauss in his loansharking. 

“Where y’been stayin' here in town?” Arthur asks, his hands gravitating to his gun belt.

“Shitty little place off the docks. Not much, but at least we can rest there until you have to go out in the morning.”

He nods, holding out his arm down the alley, “Lead the way.”

-

A hot, heavy, night has fallen in South Lemoyne - stifling in its haziness and the heaviness in the air. You’ve stripped down to a chemise and your bloomers as you climb into the old bed, the darkness outside staved off by a solitary oil lamp on the bed. 

Arthur’s boots scuff the dingy floor of the room you’ve been renting, the sound of him dragging the rickety old chair next to the small fireplace grates in your ears as you try to get comfortable in the lumpy bed.

Instead, you reach for the book that you’ve been reading from the bedside table, cracking it open as Arthur mercifully quiets down, pulling his hat from his head and placing it on the mantle as he sits down.

“Whatchu' readin’?” Arthur asks from across the room, pulling his boots off and tossing them near the door.

You look up at him over the rims of your spectacles, “I’m sure nothing you’d be interested in.”

He snorts, pulling his hat off his head and placing it on the table next to the fireplace.

“The Wealth of Nations.”

Arthur’s eyebrows raise, “That certainly ain’t one of Mary Beth’s pillow books.”

You shut the book and frown. “No. It ain’t.”

Arthur stares into the unused fireplace, rolling his shoulders.

“Get into the bed, Arthur. You’re the one who's gotta get up in the morning.” You eye him over those gold rims again, scolding in your tone.

“Ain’t terribly proper,” Arthur mutters under his breath.

“We’re both adults. And it ain’t like I take up much room. Just shut up and lay down.” You pull the spectacles off of the bridge of your nose and fold them up, leaning over to place them on the bedside table.

You unwind the tight bun you have your hair pulled into - your tresses falling in curls down your back, and completely miss the dumbfounded look he gives. As you shake out your hair, you shake out the severe look about you, your spectacles gone for the night.

It’s then, under the dim oil lamps of the saloon’s room, that he discovers that you’re beautiful. 

The moment passes quickly as you begin to look up at him, and his eyes dart away as not to be caught staring.

“Get in bed.” You command, looking at him for a second longer before turning over in bed and reaching for the lamp. You don't wait for him to make up his mind, plunging the room into darkness when you turn off the light.

After what seems like an eternity, the mattress sinks down on the other side of the bed.

-

You awaken far before dawn, a shout from outside jolting you from your sleep. Thinking it’s a fluke, you close your eyes again only for them to snap open as shouting continues again.

A crash fully awakens you, and you begin to lean up on your elbow, looking toward the window a few steps away. A large hand finds purchase on your belly as your entire frame is pulled backward in the bed. 

“Shh,” Arthur whispers, curling himself over you as he listens to the shouting outside. Glass breaks. Threats made. The sounds of a fight echo through the street, but now all you can think about is the fact that you’re tucked into Arthur’s body as he listens to the fight, ready to jump up and grab his revolver at a moment's notice.

Glass crashes again against the brick wall of the building you’re in, not terribly far from your window, and you turn inward from the noise. You may be a criminal, a fraudster, but you certainly aren’t one for violence. You don’t shoot and you don’t kill.

“ ‘S okay. I’ve got you.” Arthur mumbles, leaning over you to listen more intently to the scuffle outside. You bury yourself into his embrace, your face tucked into his neck as his hand pats your hair gently, ready to whip around and grab his revolver from the table if needed.

The fight in the alleyway dies down, fortunately, and as the agitated voices fade into the night, Arthur gently unwinds his arm from across your shoulders, his hand finding its way to settle atop your hip. Your fingers clutch at the worn fabric of his union suit atop his broad chest.

“Jus’ a drunken fight.” He whispers, patting your hip in a calming manner.

The men outside are the farthest thing from your mind at the moment. No, Arthur’s hand upon your hip and yours against his chest - that's all you think about. The rapid beating of your heart is all you can hear. This isn’t rational. It isn’t logical. But deep in your core, you burn. You’re driven by something completely different, animalistic, emotional, needy.

“Y’oka-” Arthur murmurs before you shove your mouth against his. It's only half a heartbeat before he’s kissing you back.

You throw your leg over his hip, and he takes a large hand full of your rear, pulling your hips against his. You are unable to hold back the moan from your throat as you feel his cock thickening against your lower belly.

For several moments, your bodies tessellate against each other until he yanks the hem of your chemise up to your belly.

“Christ,” he groans, and it’s just another moment before he rolls you underneath him.

“Y’ever done this?” He pants as he peels your bloomers down your legs, tossing them somewhere on the floor before his hand trails up between your thighs.

“No… but I have an idea-ah-!” Your sentence is cut off when you uncontrollably moan, a thick finger having immediately parted your folds and pressed against you.

Well, this feeling wasn’t something you had read about. You mewl into Arthur’s shoulder as his pointer finger moves back and forth between the seam of your body, pausing to circle the hooded nub that makes your toes curl.

Arthur sucks gently at your earlobe, his panting growing louder as his finger travels along your body, pausing for a moment once he’s reached the rim of your cunt, weeping slick as you want to die from the stimulation.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders, and he growls in your ear as he quickly draws back and sits up on his knees, unbuttoning his union suit with the ferocity of a caged beast. You’re barely able to catch your breath before watching him tear his arms out of the sleeves, bunching the fabric at his waist, and pushing it down, baring himself completely.

Certainly, sketches in anatomy books had nothing on the real thing. Sketches weren’t hewn from decades of labor and violence. Sketches weren't tapered waists and the outline of solid muscles under pale, scarred skin that told stories of robberies past. And sketches assuredly were not so well endowed.

He’s back on you in an instant before you can even react - slotting himself between your legs as his mouth attacks your neck, sure to leave a mark that will show in the morning.

Arthur’s large hand moves to once more cup your core, and your breath hitches.

He presses himself against your thigh and you shudder as you feel how hard he is, how big is - Christ, how the hell was that supposed to fit inside you?

His finger pushes inside and your mind goes blank. You cry out wantonly as Arthur’s finger curls within your core, and he quickly begins to pump within you. Your back arches uncontrollably as he adds a second finger, and thrusts his hips against your body.

“Fuck, fuck. Y’sure you want this?” Arthur pants against your ear, unable to stop his hips from rutting against you. His cock settles in the crease of your thigh and god, he’s so close to where you need him.

Christ, maybe you should have taken Mary Beth up on one of her dirty romance novels.

“Y-yes, Arthur please-”

He presses inside you and there aren’t words for the feeling. No vocabulary to adequately describe the stretch, the filling, the connection one has when that last bridge is crossed. Though sex is simply an action, a physical coming together of body parts - the emotions that want to burst forth from your chest - you want to envelop him the same way he envelops you.

“Y’okay there? C’n I move?” He whispers into your ear, pressing his lips against your temple.

Are you okay, are you okay? All you can respond back with is a needy gasp as you turn your head to the side to find his mouth, desperately shoving your tongue inside as if to mimic the fact that he’s buried inside of you.

As your tongue delves into his mouth, you wish the thoughts flying through your head could possibly come out, but with him between your legs, his weight pressing you down into the mattress, his flesh parting you deep, all you can do is moan.

So much more than okay. How do people stand being apart? How can they not bury themselves in each other all day, every day? I want… oh god, Arthur, please, please move.

Somehow, he understands. His elbows brace himself on either side of your head as his hips retract, in a glorious swell of movement, he presses back in.

You whine needily into the column of his throat as he grunts, finding a rhythm as your legs wrap around his waist. Arthur grinds your hips into the bed, your small frame engulfed by his large one, and each thrust seems to take you further and further away. Gasping, tensing, shuddering. 

A desperate noise leaves your throat, and if you weren't so preoccupied with how the tip of his cock keeps hitting a spot inside you that makes you want to scream, you’d be mortified.

“Come for me.” He orders, voice sex-hoarse and demanding, and your body immediately complies. 

Every muscle, every tendon, and fiber of your body clenches at once, and your cry is loud and needy into his shoulder. Tears burst forth from your eyes. He groans into your hair in response, his rhythm faltering, and it’s only a moment more before he wrenches himself from you, his cock smacking against your belly as he jets his hot spend across your pale skin and hiked up chemise.

Arthur pants, nearly out of breath, for a moment, before leaning his forehead against yours and taking your lips in a slow, languorous kiss.

Your fingers card through his hair and one of his hands finds its way to your face, palm warm against your cheek before he finally pulls back.

Arthur immediately frowns when he sees the tracks of drying tears. “Did I hurt you?”

You shake your head, smiling, “When can we do that again?”

He snorts in amusement, rolling off of you and onto his side, “Let me go get our money,” he kisses your forehead, “Then I’ll get us another day here.”

“Sounds amenable.”

“You and them fancy words.”

Your smartass retort is drowned out by his kiss.

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The name's Gina, pronouns are they/she/he (they preferred) I'm a 16 year old trans genderfluid nb romanian/hungarian artist and u probably already know me for being that crazy bitch on twitter who's obsessed with olandy, but I'm mostly focusing on pokemon right now :]

Dunno abt my sexuality tbf I just know I like women a lot

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Pokemon: Brock, Misty, Ash, Cilan, Dawn, Serena, Kiawe

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[kaunis-sielu]

Dangerous Places: 8

You don’t see Steve for almost a week. You meet several of the women, they seem nice enough and happy, but you’d seemed happy too.

Wanda had taken your grocery list and bought everything you’d needed, no hesitation. She was a soft woman, and the one you felt most comfortable around. You knew that Nat was reporting back to Steve on you. Those piercing green eyes of hers seemed to notice everything and it’s unnerving.

Your feet have healed well, the Doctor, a soft spoken man they call Hulk, had come by and checked in on you. He’d also offered to get you a system that would test your blood so you didn’t have to do your finger all the time, something that sounded more than a little appealing.

You’re a little surprised to see Steve enter after he knocks on the main door. You’ve got some music playing from an old radio you’d found and are reading a book. One that Carol had lent you.

“Hi Bunny.” He says putting a box on the counter. “Got you some sugar free cookies from a bakery I like.”

“Thank you.” You’re surprisingly touched by this.

“I hope they’re good.” He says dropping down into the arm chair with a heavy sigh. “How’s your week been?” When you level him with a look that pretty much screams really? “Right, sorry. Things have been interesting, hectic but I’m getting closer to destroying Hydra.”

“Good.”

“Good?” He seems surprised, “there’s no one there you were friends with?”

“No. Friends don’t help a monster keep you prisoner.”

“Will you tell me what happened?”

“No.” You tell him with a racing heart. Last time you’d said no to Brock he’d beaten you so badly you couldn’t sit comfortably for days.

“Okay, will you at least think about it?” He asks and you nod, you’ll think about it. “Thanks Bunny.”

“You can use my real name if you want.” You offer, not looking up from your book.

“I know.” You glance over at him and see a little smile on his face, “what are you reading?”

“Something from Carol.”

“Ah, sexy book then.” He says and your eyes nearly pop out of your head.

“Wh-what?”

“Sexy book. Carol makes us all read them, is that the one about the baker and the doctor?”

“Um, yes.” You know he can see the embarrassment on your face.

“Nice. Some things in that one I’ve wanted to try for a while. Let me know if you’re interested.” He flirts but you can’t even look at him. He turns on the tv and you continue to read for a while, you’re reading a more, spicy, part when he hums and you look up at him.

“You’re at the part in the kitchen aren’t you?”

“How could you possibly know that?”

“The look on your face, and how far along you are in the book. I just read that one.” You snap the book shut, keeping one finger in between the pages so you don’t lose your spot. “Aw, come on Bunny. Keep readin’ for me.”

“No more comments.” You tell him attempting to make it sound like a question while it’s really a request.

“Alright, but I’m watchin’ still.” You sigh heavily but don’t argue, you open the book again and start reading.

The scene is hot. There’s no arguing that, and annoyingly now you can’t get the vision of Steve as the male character out of your head.

He lets you read in peace for a half an hour before he says, “what should we do for dinner?”

“I was going to do leftovers.”

“Ah, what if I cook for you?” You bite your lower lip and look down into your lap,

“I have so many leftovers, I don’t want anything to go bad.” You close your eyes waiting for the anger.

“Good girl Bunny.” He practically purrs and butterflies dance in your stomach. “I love when you set boundaries with me. Do you mind if I just find something?”

“That’s fine.”

“Thanks. Hulk said he was going to get you set up with some other stuff for your diabetes. Has he done that yet?” He asks as he makes his way to the fridge.

“No, I think he ordered it.”

“Good, anything else you want to do?”

“Leave.”

“Bunny.” He warns lowly and you glare at your book.

“The brand.” You say after a few more minutes of silence.

“Hmm?” He hums from where he’s looking into the fridge,

“I’d like my brand removed.”

“Did you talk to Bruce about it?”

“Who?”

“Oh, right Hulk.”

“Um, no. I don’t even know if it’s possible.”

“We can ask him, I can’t imagine it’s going to be pleasant.”

“I think that’s why he does it. Brock’s a monster. He likes inflicting pain on other people then,” you take a deep shaky breath, “he blames you for your pain.” You whisper and you hear Steve moving quickly.

“I’ll be right back Bunny.” He says through clenched teeth. The door slams shut and after a few seconds you hear the sound of something shattering. When he comes back into the house, his body is tight like he’s angry. He stalks over to you but freezes when he sees how you curl in on yourself.

“I’m coming over there Bunny. I’m not mad at you, you need to know that okay?” You nod and he comes over and crouches in front of you on the floor. “I need to know the things he did to you. I need to know so I can punish him when I destroy Hydra and I need to know so I can help you heal.” He says softly, “I am furious with how you were treated. It’s unacceptable.”

“It’s hard to talk about.” You whisper as tears fill your eyes.

“Maybe I could bring in a therapist for you?”

“You’d do that?”

“Yea Bunny. You’re mine to protect and that means from everything, past trauma included.”

“But why?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why me?”

“I don’t know. When I figure it out I’ll let you know.”

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[princessimotep]

Tienes Mi Corazón - Chapter 7

~*~ 18+ content. Minors do not interact. Longest chapter so far. Buckle up ~*~

God rays descended upon the land of Lemoyne. The evening sun beginning to set. Sky was golden across the lake, ripples of the light’s touch floating away to the horizon. It was as though the area had been blessed by the heavens. A truly angelic scene before the souls in camp. Mary-Beth stood on the shoreline with Miriam; the two women just enjoying the view.

“Ain’t it beautiful?” Mary-Beth said, sighing dreamily. “It’s just like that book you’ve been readin’. You know. Before they go save the girl?” Miriam sighed too in contentment.

“Yeah. I love that part.” Mary-Beth gave Miriam a coy smile.

“Well at least one of us already has a knight willing to rescue you at any given moment.” Miriam blinked at Mary-Beth.

“How do you mean?” The freckled woman elbowed Miriam.

“You know… Javier…” Mary-Beth teased.

“Shhh!” Miriam loudly proclaimed, looking around to make sure no one had heard her.

“Oh, c’mon now! I can see through y’all so clearly.” Mary-Beth widely grinned, loving the idea of gossiping with her close friend. “You can tell me, Miriam. I won’t tell a soul.” Miriam looked away, staying silent. Mary-Beth begged. “C’mon!” She grabbed onto Miriam’s hands, hunching over to whisper. “From one hopeless romantic to another. Do ya like him?”

“I…” Avoiding Mary-Beth’s eyes, Miriam looked to the water debating whether it was a good idea to let down her walls. However, when she looked back at her friend, seeing how gleeful she looked, Miriam couldn’t help but place her trust in her. “Yes.” Mary-Beth squealed in a high-pitched tone that would surely alert anyone nearby. “Shhh!” But the bubbly woman couldn’t help but feel giddy happiness for her friend. Mary-Beth’s hands squeezed Miriam’s tighter.

“Does he know?” Miriam’s eyes widened in shock. She shook her head almost violently.

“Of course not!” Mary-Beth then had a revelation come to her.

“You have to tell him!”

“No.” Miriam immediately shut it down, pulling away from her friend’s hands. Keeping her head down, she walked further along the shore.

“Oh c’mon, Miriam! You have to.” Suddenly another voice joined the women’s conversation.

“She don’t have to tell anyone, shit.” It was Sadie. The blonde woman had a hand on her hip, her cowboy hat blocking the sun from hitting her eyes. She had a new look to her. A new attitude. Her heart had time to heal. She wasn’t going to let anybody walk all over her, or Miriam for that matter. “Not if she don’t want to.” Sadie looked to Miriam who clearly looked uncomfortable. “What’s this about?”

“Miriam likes Javier!” Mary-Beth whispered loudly, squeaking this time.

“Mary-Beth!” Miriam scolded, looking at her young friend in disbelief. So much for not telling a soul.

“It’s only Sadie! If anyone is gonna knock some sense into you, it would be her! I won’t tell anyone else I promise.” Miriam sighed, feeling so incredibly bashful all of a sudden. She had her arms crossed over her chest, one hand rubbing over her eyebrows.

“I know, Mary-Beth… I just…” Sadie looked at the newcomer with sombre eyes.

“-you don’t know how to tell him.” Sadie finished for her. Miriam’s eyes saddened, nodding. The chestnut-haired woman knew that Sadie had a double meaning to her sentence; and she was right. It wouldn’t be just a confession of feelings, but a confession of her past. Mary-Beth looked concerned at the both of them, not expecting the mood to go so blue. “Mary-Beth, could you please give us a moment alone?” The girl nodded, understanding that Sadie knew things that she didn’t.

“Well alright then.”

“And don’t go telling anybody, ya hear?” Sadie threw over her shoulder as Mary-Beth walked away.

“I won’t. Just… knock some sense into her, okay? Love is a beautiful thing, ya know?”

“Yeah… I know.” A mournful expression spread across Sadie’s features. Oh, how she missed her Jakey. He was a good man. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Sadie exhaled and toughened herself up. “So, you like the guy, huh?” Miriam nodded gently. “Then tell him ya like him. That part is easy.”

“How is that easy?!” Miriam uttered which caused Sadie to put her hand up.

“I ain’t finished.” The widow took a couple steps towards her friend to properly look her in the eye. Sadie had a serious look in her eye, her eyebrows furrowed together to brace Miriam for what she was about to say next. “But telling him that ya love him is different.” Miriam’s ears and cheeks grew warm. She smiled, scoffing delicately at Sadie’s words.

“Who said I love him?” Sadie rolled her eyes.

“I can see it in your eyes, ya fool.” Her words stung. “It’s…” Sadie lowered her head. “It’s how I used to look at my Jakey…” Miriam’s heart squeezed for the woman, total admiration for how strong she was. Gritting her teeth, she looked back to Miriam. “Look. Tell him ya like him. Sure. Tell him ya wanna bed him for all I care. But-” Sadie placed her hand on Miriam’s upper arm. “If you ever want to tell him ya love him… you need to tell him the truth. About who you are, where you came from…” Sadie frowned but with a soft look in her eye. “And what you’re running from.” Tears prickled Miriam’s eyes, threatening to spill.

“But I can’t, Sadie.”

“Yes. Yes. You. Can.” Both her hands were now on Miriam’s arms. “You’re a strong woman. If he’s even half the man you think he is, he’ll understand. He’ll accept you. He’ll forgive you.” A couple tears fell down Miriam’s cheek.

“What if he doesn’t?”

“Then he ain’t the right one, honey.” Sadie let go of Miriam’s arms, allowing the young lady to wrap her arms back round herself and sob quietly. Sadie gave a weak smile. “But hey- that’s if you ever want to tell him. You might fancy yourself a nun and be done with men!” Miriam choked out a laugh amidst her sobbing. Sadie allowed there to be a moment of silence. “Just… just know, Miriam, that love comes with the bad stuff as well as the good. You can only love someone for who they really are. If you ever expect Javier to return your feelings… ya need to be honest with him. Otherwise, the whole thing is just a lie. A sweet dream.” Sadie turned around but looked over her shoulder one last time at her friend. “And all dreams come to an end eventually.” Then Sadie was gone.

Miriam looked up to the sky, seeing the cobalt colours begin to pierce through the golden veil of the sunset. Light turning into night. She placed a hand on her cheek, rubbing away her tears. She was so afraid. Of course, Sadie didn’t fully understand what Miriam had done in her past, but what if Javier couldn’t accept her for what she did? For who she really was? ‘Then he ain’t the right one, honey.’ Sadie’s voice echoed in her mind. Miriam wanted to believe with all her heart that Javier was a good man deep down. That perhaps he was the one. Needing to avert her mind, the young woman walked back into camp and towards her tent. Kneeling inside she opened her chest of belongings and reached for a piece of paper that was inside an envelope at the bottom. Pulling it out, her fingertips traced over the ink. It was for Mr & Mrs Voltare, addressed to a location near Annesburg. Her parents. Gripping it tightly in her hands, she looked around for her satchel and slipped it inside. She had to post it that evening before any more trouble could ensue.

Miriam left her tent after putting on her dress coat to wrap up warm for the night ahead. Her eyes scanned the camp looking for Javier’s location. She spotted him sat at the table, carving little marks into the wood with his knife. Bill had just bothered him previously which caused the Mexican to have a scornful look on his face. It looked as though he wanted to be left alone. But Miriam was desperate for his help. She didn’t feel confident taking a horse out on her own yet and with the darkness soon beginning to taint the skies, she would feel safer with Javier being with her. Slowly she approached the man head on, not wanting to startle him especially when he had a sharp blade in his hands.

“Javier…” She carefully called out. His eyes lifted from the oak table and they came to life upon seeing her.

“Ah, mi amor. Come for some more Spanish lessons?” She shook her head with a smile.

“No… I came to ask for a favour.”

“¿Qué es?” (“What is it?”) Figuring he was most likely asking her what she needed, she pulled the envelope just slightly out of her satchel. She didn’t want him to see the writing.

“I have a letter I really need to post.” Javier frowned a little, raising his scarred eyebrow.

“Now?” It was starting to get dark and the tone of his voice suggested his disapproval for her wanting to do this so late at night.

“I need to post it whilst it’s quiet.” She tilted her head, giving him a gentle, apologetic smile. “I was hoping you could take me?” He leant back in his seat. He looked around in contemplation before finally looking at her to respond. He was reluctant, not sure why she was being so secretive.

“Alright.”

“Thank you.” The walk over to Boaz was quiet. Before Javier mounted, he had put his poncho back on along with his bowler hat knowing the night was going to be cold. Sitting in the saddle, he reached down for Miram’s arm and pulled her up behind him. Like before, she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her cheek against his back. The familiar feeling of his poncho relaxed her. It smelt of cigarettes and whiskey – just like him. Kicking Boaz on, they left the safety of the camp and got onto the road. Javier turned his head back to speak to Miriam.

“Which post office?”

“Wallace station.” His eyes widened at her command.

“Wallace- Miriam, that’s quite a ride. Why do we need to go that far?”

“I know someone there. He’s… he’s very discreet.”

“Ay dios Mío…” (“Oh my God…”) He muttered, kicking Boaz into a gallop. “We’ll need to ride fast then.” Her arms tightened around him, feeling the wind whip past her face almost knocking the air from her lungs. Most of the journey had been silent which concerned Miriam. Usually, Javier was one to make some kind of flirtatious remark to her. But not this time. He seemed annoyed. Was it because of Bill? Or had she pissed him off because of her request? Her eyebrows knitted together.

“Javier… I’m really grateful.” He didn’t respond which really hurt her. “You didn’t have to take me, you know?” At last, he responded.

“Why so secretive? You’re needing to post letters late at night now? What’s next?” Her slender fingers scrunched up, firmly holding the fabric of his poncho. It pained her hearing him be so suspicious of her. “Is there someone I should know about?” His words stabbed through her heart.

“Javier, it’s not like that.” She tried to reason but Javier was the jealous type thus meaning he could not be reasoned with.

“Then what is it like, hm?” Javier gritted his teeth. “You needing me to sneak you out late at night to post some letter you won’t even tell me about?”

“It’s my business, Javier.” Her head was now well away from the contact of his body. Knowing this, Javier looked over his shoulder with a disdainful look.

“You married?” Her lips pursed together, trying to not form a lump in her throat.

“No. Like I said, it’s nothing like that.” She firmly stated, not wanting to hear any more of it. Miriam decided that silence was the best thing for them. The journey was awkward. Painfully awkward. Nothing could be heard in the night other than the sound of Boaz’s hooves thundering against the dry earth. All Miriam wished for in that moment was for the journey to be over. She had even contemplated staying at the station for the night, not sure if she could face the journey back if Javier was going to be like this. It was only when Miriam felt Boaz slow down in his gait, did she realise they were finally at their destination. Before Javier’s horse could even halt, Miriam slid down onto the ground with a thud and proceeded to walk through the door that led inside to the station clerk. The quick action surprised Javier, noting that he might have upset her judging by the way she was behaving. He groaned to himself, muttering something about women being difficult but he dismounted, giving Boaz a pat before following in behind her.

When Javier entered the station, he saw Miriam leaning over the station clerk’s counter, whispering. Due to no one else being in there, he could hear their exchange.

“Thank you, Alden.”

“No problem, ma’am. I’ll make sure this gets delivered… quietly. No questions asked.” The man had a funny voice to him which made Javier sneer. Noting Javier was now present in the building, Miriam cleared her throat giving the signal for Alden to drop the subject. Holding her hands in front of her, the young woman turned to Javier.

“Thank you for bringing me. You head back. I’ll stay here for the night.” She smiled weakly, hoping he would be happy now that he was rid of her. Instead, he gave a small glare which was hard to see due to the shadow cast by his hat.

“Here? Don’t be stupid.” Her face scrunched into a frown.

“You’re clearly annoyed by my presence, so just leave me here.” He scoffed. There was a moment’s pause before he stepped forward and grabbed onto Miriam’s wrist.

“I’m not leaving you here.” Much to Miriam’s protests, Javier pulled the young woman out from the station and onto the road. She retracted her hand from his grip and turned her back to him. A slight fear possessed her. She didn’t want to ride back in awkward silence with him. She thought so much of Javier and knowing that he was annoyed at her killed her on the inside. One foot in front of the other, she began to walk away, getting off the road and walking amongst the trees down the hill. “What is your problem?” He yelled out after her.

“What is my-” She looked over her shoulder with a stern expression. “What is your problem, Javier?” Her footsteps were heavy due to the vast decline of the landscape. “I only asked you to take me. You could have said no and I would have been fine.” He snickered, following her down the hill.

“And what, let you ride out on your own? Risk you getting captured by O’Driscolls?” His stride got longer, trying to catch up to the girl. “What’s so important about this letter anyway? That you’re risking your safety for?”

“Javier…” She breathed out, a lump forming in her throat. Panic was beginning to set in. Her urge to tell him the truth had heightened but the fear of him hating her… endangering him, was far greater. She didn’t want to hurt this man more than anything. “I can’t tell you.”

“Why not?!” He spat. “When will you be ready to tell me? It’s been a long time, Miriam…” Javier stopped walking after her. He looked at her figure with eyes that held hurt. “Do you not trust me?” Her heart cracked through the middle, hearing his voice fall dark. She turned around, looking at the man before her. She called out his name, gritting her teeth to try and hold back the tears. Walking forward, her hands held onto one of his large ones, bringing it to her chest.

“I do. I promise you I do.” Javier’s free hand went to Miriam’s cold cheek. The night’s air nipped at her skin and she leant into his hand, welcoming his warmth.

“Then tell me the truth.” One of her hands went to his hand which was on her cheek. Her thumb brushed over his skin. She went to open her mouth to speak but no words left. It felt impossible to say a word. “Miriam…” Her eyes bore into his dark amber ones. “Who are you?” The want in his voice rattled through to her core. Never had she seen him vulnerable. Miriam parted her lips. She was going to tell him-

“Looks like they came through here.”

“Can’t have gone far.” The voices startled the couple and out of reflex, Javier pushed Miriam up against a tree to hide them both. He had his hand over Miriam’s mouth and nose, leaning into her so she wouldn’t budge to alert the strangers of their location. Javier looked up the hill, seeing lanterns flickering about and the famous black and green attire of Colm’s men became evident. He hushed Miriam’s mumbles from under his hand.

“Shh… O’Driscoll’s.” Miriam’s eyes widened, fear pumping through her veins and across her whole body. Javier listened out, peering now and then from the tree they were hiding behind. Suddenly a lantern was held down further from above, causing its light to shine through the trees past Javier’s face. He quickly hid his head back behind the broad trunk.

Javier’s nose was now close to Miriam’s ear. She could feel his breath on her neck making her chest ride and fall. Their bodies were pressed together which meant Javier could feel Miriam’s chest pushing against his own with each breath she took. His thigh was pressed against her core and he had only realised this when she tried to adjust herself from the sensation. He turned his head to look into her scared eyes. Gods he thought she looked beautiful. Miriam tried shaking her head but Javier’s hand over her mouth was pressed too firm for her to do anything about it. Her lips brushed over his calloused hand whilst one hand went to his chest and the other clung over the hand across her face. She didn’t struggle but instead just held onto him.

Hearing the voices start to disappear into the distance, Javier released his hand from her mouth but kept her pressed against the tree. He put his index finger over his lips, signally for her to remain quiet as the enemy gang was still in the area. She nodded shortly. His eyes fell to her lips and they trailed down to her throat, watching her swallow her saliva in anticipation. She was beginning to feel hot and bothered from being so close to the Mexican. Especially when he accidentally pressed his thigh a little closer to her core. She grunted in a high-pitched tone which made Javier begin to feel feral. Those cute little noises she was making every time he did something. Her small sounds of pleasure; it was making his vision hazy. He resisted every devilish thought of just lifting her up onto his hips and fucking her against this tree.

His lips brushed over her jawline just barely and they hovered over the top corner of her neck, just under her ear. She was finally so close to him. He was a man under the spell of love and lust. He couldn’t just do nothing. He kissed her neck and Miriam’s body arched into his, her hands moving from his chest to his shoulders. She closed her eyes, rolling her head to the side, away from his kiss. Not out of disgust but wanting him to cover her whole neck with his kisses. She could hardly believe what was happening. She welcomed it whole-heartedly.

Butterfly kisses followed in suit one after another in that one spot under her ear, his tongue slipping out to taste her neck. The frosty air bit at the saliva on her neck, causing the young woman to shiver in delight. Her hips shuffled about thus rubbing her clothed pussy against his leg more to relieve that familiar pressure forming in her gut. Javier pressed his hips into hers where his erect cock could be felt through the fabric of her dress. Feeling his member against her body made her let out a very shaky breath. Miriam had almost convinced herself this was just another one of her fantasies. That it was all in her head. However, when Javier feathered his kisses down to the crook of her neck, begging to suck on the skin, her mind was brought back to reality and she gasped just above a whisper.

The dark-haired male put his hand to her throat. He didn’t squeeze but he pressed his thumb ever so gently on her oesophagus; his way of silencing her. He pulled his lips away from the area he had been sucking on to swipe his tongue over the pink patch, only to press his lips back over to continue with his lustful assault. Miriam’s fingers dug into his shoulders, her head banging back against the tree. His lips felt so good on her neck and she didn’t want it to stop. She wanted him. And he wanted her. A twinge of pain could be felt on the part he was abusing with his lips which made the girl wince.

“J-Javier…” She managed to call out in a confined whisper. Hearing her song-bird voice, his lips pulled away; a purple blotch having been left behind. The animalistic side of him had to leave a mark. He wanted her to wake up each day and see it, to remind herself who did it do her and remind her of how good it felt when it happened.

He couldn’t stop there. The hand which was around her throat moved up to her jaw and this time he did squeeze. He looked hungrily into her eyes; his own breathing now heavy. Javier said nothing to her. He simply enjoyed watching how her pupils dilated, wanting to absorb every essence of him. He lowered his head to where her cleavage was. He ducked his head down where he placed noisy and breathy kisses between her breasts. This caused Miriam to lift one of her legs and Javier’s free hand hooked under it to hold her steady. That same hand trailed under her skirt, his fingers brushing over her inner thigh. He squeezed the flesh hard causing Miriam to push her clothed pussy against his concealed cock even more. If it weren’t for the fabric restraints, he would already be inside her by now.

“Mierda. Mira lo que me haces.” (“Shit. Look what you do to me.”) Her head spun; turned on by the Spanish he uttered against her cleavage. The thrill of not knowing what he was saying made her even more sopping for him. His tongue licked all the way up from her breasts to the centre of her throat. Javier looked into Miriam’s eyes once more. She had the most adorable band of red going across her cheeks and nose. Her lips were parted, her lungs trying their very best to grab oxygen. His thumb brushed over her bottom lip. Miram held onto his hand, looking back into his eyes with such desire… and love.

“Javier.” She panted out once more and that was all he needed to lean down to press his lips over hers. His lips were so warm against her own; she opened her mouth further wanting more of him. His tongue pushed into her mouth to rub his muscle against hers. She mewled, completely succumbing to him. Miriam felt her breath being sucked from her from the kiss being so long. Showing her mercy, Javier pulled away, a string of saliva connected to his tongue and her lips. He used his thumb to brush it away over her lips, his hand resting calmly on her scorched cheek.

“Come on. Let’s get back.” He whispered, still aware they needed to escape the O’Driscolls. He released her thigh and removed his hips from hers. She felt so weak at the knees that she ended up almost falling over if it weren’t for Javier snaking his arm around her waist. “Cuidadosa, cariño.” (“Careful, darling.”) She bit her lip, a look of bitterness across her face at how unrelieved she now felt. Her pussy was still throbbing for him and now they had to return to camp. It wasn’t fair. Javier too felt the same. He knew that if the O’Driscolls weren’t there, he would have already had his wicked way with her.

Sneaking back up the hill, the couple made it back to Boaz. Javier sighed in relief, mounting his steed. “Quick…” He whispered to the woman, offering her his hand. Before she could place her hand in his, a bullet suddenly grazed across Javier’s thumb. He yelped out in pain, looking desperately to find where it came from.

“There they are! He’s got her!” Miriam’s heart leapt from her chest, eyes of concern looking at Javier’s bleeding hand.

“Javier!” Being no time to worry over his wound, Javier’s bloodied hand held onto hers and he pulled her onto the front of the horse where her legs dangled on either side. He kicked and yelled for Boaz to go on to which he obeyed his master. The sound of whistles could be heard behind them as a group of O’Driscolls mounted their own horses to pursue the couple.

“Grab the reins!” Javier commanded. Miriam grabbed hold of them, concerned.

“W-Why me?” Javier reached down to his holster and pulled out his silver-plated double action revolver.

“I’ll take care of them.” His voice sounded so menacing; his chest inflated out with the need to protect. His courage radiated through Miriam and she focused on the road. “Just don’t lead them back to camp.” She nodded, steering Boaz off the path and into the wilderness. Despite the differing levels of the ground as they rode, both Boaz and Javier worked together like the duo they always had been. Javier twisted his body rounded to fire his gun, its distinct sound echoing through Miriam’s ears. She winced, not used to being so close to a firing arm before. A high pitch ring snaked through her ears, almost altering her vision.

“We’re gonna kill ya, boy!” The man who spoke those words met with a bullet through his eye.

“Shit! You fuckin’ greaser!” Javier ducked from the bullets that fired his way. “As soon as we get the girl, we’re gonna pay your leader a visit! We’ll be sure to kill everyone!”

“And you can watch, girlie!” Another taunted.

“Get down!” Javier shouted, pushing the back of Miriam’s head down so she didn’t get hit. A sharp yell escaped from Javier’s lips as he hunched over in excruciating pain. Miriam’s eyes widened at the realisation.

“Javier!” Blood seeped out from his back where his ribcage was. He clutched to it with his free hand, his teeth grinding together hard.

“Keep… riding…” He managed to groan out, still shooting over his shoulder when he could. Knowing it was nowhere near safe for them to stop, all Miriam could do was continue steering Boaz away from the conflict, hoping he could outrun them. Javier had managed to kill most of the group and the last couple of them who remained were beginning to disappear behind them. Javier groaned, leaning onto Miriam’s back. She looked over her shoulder to see if she could see their pursuers anymore and she smiled.

“We’ve lost them, Javier. We-” Javier was mute, only the sounds of his heavy breathing could be heard. Her breath hitched in her throat. “Javier?” A very quiet laugh escaped his lips.

“Well done, cariño. You did it.” Another harrowing groan left his mouth. She steered Boaz back to the road, trying her best to stay strong for the man who was now holding onto her for support.

“I’ll get you back. Just stay alive, okay?” Miriam comforted. The ride had been a long one. For the most part, Javier managed to keep himself awake, but it was becoming harder and harder with each passing minute. His vision was misty, his skin becoming cold and beads of sweat dripping from his temples.

Arriving back in camp, Miriam called out for help as she abruptly halted Boaz. Miss Grimshaw being the punctual member of the gang was the first to leave her tent, along with Arthur and Dutch.

“What happened?” Dutch called out, seeing the blood all down Javier’s side, his body slumped over having passed out a few moments prior.

“Christ, he’s been shot.” Arthur mumbled, going over to where Javier was and lifting him down as carefully as he could.

“What’s goin’ on here?” Bill called out from his tent, shutting up quickly when he saw what state Javier was in. “Shit!”

“It was O’Driscolls. They chased us from Wallace Station-” Dutch walked over to Miriam in reaction to her words, both Arthur and Bill now dragging Javier to his tent.

“Were you followed?” Miriam shook her head at Dutch.

“No. Of course not.” The Van Der Linde leader sighed in relief, keeping a level head.

“Right… Mister Strauss! Miss Grimshaw!” The Austrian and former portrait lady looked at Dutch, ready for his order. “Please see to Mister Escuella. Get him better.” Miriam’s cheeks became wet with her tears. She tried to run over to Javier but Dutch stopped her. “He’ll be fine. I suggest you go back to bed, Miss Miriam.” He firmly stated. She looked over Dutch’s shoulder and still tried to step past the gang’s leader. He stopped her once more. “They will do everything they can for him. We’re not going to let him die.” Miriam bit the inside of her lip and nodded, staring at the ground. Dutch walked away from her to join the group that was around Javier.

He needed his family more than anything at this crucial time.

Miriam rubbed the back of her neck and let out a shaky breath. She tried to stop her tears and as soon as she convinced herself she had her emotions under control, she heard a bubbly voice call out.

“Miriam?” It was Mary-Beth. “Are you okay?” Miriam broke. Falling into Mary-Beth’s arms, the young woman wailed out, sobbing about Javier’s injury. How scared she was for him. How she could never forgive herself for letting this happen. Mary-Beth’s face would soften at her friend’s cries and she would place her hand on her back, rubbing it to soothe her. “You’re alright now. Let’s get you inside.”

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[vanchovvy]

uoouwwwgghhhthis kinda suucks but its ok. Hey guuys do u still rememebr acohnm@..????(these doodles are a bit old)

this was originally supposed to be shown to like 2 people bur i NEED people to see my baby theyby April Squar…… rrhg

sorry 4 bad quality…..gyulp!😓😓😓

also for context….

"writers love nota bene" is a reference to the "winners love winning" thing (wlnb and wlw) and its just women love nonbinary ya ya does that make sense?📝📝📝📝

lithios is april squares husband that ill elaborate on a future post (i probably wont) (#procrastinationsquad)

francis is the hexagon character

jasper is the 4th dimensional "tesseract"(actually a rotated tesseract iirc(i forgot what i was thinking when i was designing xem(they use he/xey)))gyeah hes part of the yuri squad

the 3 humanlike fellers at the top are eiren, april, and dorian if u couldnt tell

çiğdem is the 5th dimensional. thing?? question mark..?????? i havent written about çiğdem yet but i need to dothat. Umm

on the bottom left. i split dorian into 2 characters for fun. theres d cuboid and dorian cuboid. d cuboid is dorian if i took him seriously.

ohgyeah also a little note about dorian,,,yes the flaltland fixation was so strong i went thru and looked at all of the details. yes i know z sphere exists and they were the uhh. the actual guy that sent the raid hyeah.

ok so dorian actually INDIRECTLY effd up the y axis by ticking off z sphere or something i dont relly know how i forgotr…..or maybe z sphere was on his spheriod🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫(period)(sorry that was unfunny)

also some more doodles ^_^(these are more recent)

and this extra 2 bajillion year old squaresphere… sphuare……. quadsphWHATEVER YOU CALL IT THE A SPHERE X A SQUARE

ignore that its. tinted yellow/green??? not sure why it did that

and ybeah my a sphere headcanon design is different now cuz he just didnt give enough wacky iykwim

(he reminds me of teagan from dandys world here?)

somewhere in this post i have made a non deliberate mistake in an attempt to sound professional that i cannot fix and it will permanently stay in my head until the day i evaporate…… (cough coughthe first flatland post i made😓😓😓😓 sorry directed user….. *alternate* was NOT the right word)(also references under the ummmhh what do you call ittt the uhhh the keep readin g thing)

this post is too big and fat imo

sighssssss again with themistake. sorry i,mmmm still kinda nervous about posting on tumblr hahahahaaa…..(i say…loudly chewing on a cereal box)

Ok bye!

[vulturejuice]

[Image ID: A 13-panel comic which depicts two furry characters, a cougar and a stoat, in an argument about political lesbianism. It is coloured in the palette of the lesbian flag, with the cougar in pink colours and the stoat in orange colours. End ID]

This is a comic I made last December as a final project for a Communication and Sexuality class! It was super fun to get to use my OCs for a school project and the research for it was super interesting and meaningful to me as a lesbian myself.

A full transcript of the comic, as well as a list of citations, is available below the cut!

Transcript and image descriptions:

Panel 1: The cougar sits in a chair reading a book.

Panel 2: The cougar turns a page and the stoat enters the frame without the cougar noticing.

Panel 3: The stoat speaks very close to the cougar’s face, startling her. Stoat: “Whatcha readin’?” Cougar: GAH!

Panel 4: The cougar holds the book up to the camera, revealing the phrase “POLITICAL LESBIANISM” on its cover. The stoat looks at it with her hand on her chin. Cougar: Oh... I was just reading this book about POLITICAL LESBIANISM Stoat: Oh hm

Panel 5: The cougar reads from a stack of papers. The stoat puts her hand to her cheek and closes her eyes. A thought bubble comes from the stoat which depicts women standing in a circle holding hands while two men look on angrily. Stoat: That’s that thing from like the 80s, right? Where feminists thought all women should be lesbians? Cougar: Yeah, the Leeds Revolutionary Feminists put out a paper detailing as much in 1979. 

Panel 6: The cougar shrugs, holding the papers out towards the stoat. The stoat grabs for them excitedly. Cougar: Basically, anyone who associated with men was the enemy! Stoat: Hey, sounds good to me! Who needs ‘em, right?

Panel 7: The cougar puts her hands on her hips and glares at the stoat. The stoat holds the papers and frowns. Cougar: Oh, come on! Gender essentialist much? Not to mention their focus on the penis as a tool of oppression... Where does that leave pre- and non-op trans women?

Panel 8: The stoat’s eyes widen and she points at the paper. The cougar throws up one hand in exasperation. Stoat: Wait! It says here that a political lesbian is a “woman-identified woman.” Shouldn’t that include trans women? Cougar: Not what that means!

Panel 9: The cougar turns to the camera and raises her finger in the air. She pulls a new stack of papers up from outside the panel. The stoat looks between the papers she is holding and the new papers in confusion. Cougar: In their 1970 manifesto, the Radicalesbians ask that women craft our own identities by relating to each other, not men’s ideas of what we should be. They’re not really talking about gender identity the way we do today.

Panel 10: The stoat puts her hands on her hips and throws her head back, holding her papers to her side. The cougar puts out her hands in protest, and the papers she’s holding fall. Stoat: Right. I guess you think everyone was transphobic back then. Cougar: Hey, I never said that!

Panel 11: The cougar lifts up a small record and smiles down at it. The stoat glares at it as she tucks her papers under her arm. Cougar: Take the radical feminist lesbian separatist music collective, Olivia Records! They supported and even bodily defended their trans sound engineer, Sandy Stone, when her role at the collective was questioned and she was threatened with transphobic violence.

Panel 12: The stoat crosses her arms and tries to interject. The cougar keeps talking as she throws the record away behind herself. Stoat: Sure, but- Cougar: No, it’s so-called gender critical feminists who spit in the face of trans women’s contributions to our rich lesbian history. Our love of women and rejection of prescribed sex roles is what brings us together - not out hatred of men!

Panel 13: The stoat turns away from the cougar in anger. The cougar smiles and puts a hand on the stoat’s corner. Stoat: Oh, whatever! I don’t want to talk about it anymore if you’re just going to tell me I’m wrong all the time. Cougar: Look at it this way... we’re just taking part in the storied lesbian tradition of pointless arguing!

Citations

Ahmed, S. (2016). An affinity of hammers. TSQ: Transgender Studies Quarterly, 3(1-2), 22-34. https://doi.org/10.1215/23289252-3334151   

Enszer, J. R. (2016). “How to stop choking to death”: Rethinking lesbian separatism as a vibrant political theory and feminist practice. Journal of Lesbian Studies, 20(2), 180-196. https://doi.org/10.1080/10894160.2015.1083815   

Love your enemy? The debate between heterosexual feminism and political lesbianism. (1981). Onlywomen Press.

O’Donnell, K. (2019). The theological basis for trans-exclusionary radical feminist positions. In N. Banerjea, K. Browne, E. Ferreira, M. Olasik, & J. Podmore (Eds.), Lesbian feminism: Essays opposing global heteropatriarchies. Bloomsbury Academic & Professional.

Thurlow, C. (2022). From TERF to gender critical: A telling genealogy? Sexualities. Advance online publication. https://doi.org/10.1177/13634607221107827   

Weiss, P. A. (Ed.). (2018). Feminist manifestos: A global documentary reader. New York University Press.

Williams, C. (2016). Radical inclusion: Recounting the trans inclusive history of radical feminism. TSQ: Transgender Studies Quarterly, 3(1-2), 254-258. https://doi.org/10.1215/23289252-3334463