There are no Scene readers like at all. But I think Toby would adore a scene girl so here we are
Also I'm scene and want him so this is mostly for me
Warnings/tags: 18+ NSFW in some parts, fem reader, Toby is weird, Midwest Emo Toby, he's down bad, mentioned forced(?) feminization
It's a total opposites attract thing, Toby tends to wear more muted colors, black and browns maybe some dulled blue and purple.
So when he sees you, bright and colorful, pretty and cheerful, oh he was smitten.
He was so nervous around you at first, his stutter gets worse and he gets nauseous by how nervous he is
If you compliment him in any way he practically short circuits and runs away
If you have dyed hair he absolutely loves it, he'll compliment it the most,
he'd probably try to steal some of your hair to keep, he'd keep it in a Ziploc and just look at it, maybe take it out a smell it (he's weird)
It takes him forever to be able to hold a conversation with you, everytime you look him in the eyes he feels like his knees are gonna give out
He'd snag any accessories for you, anything remotely your style or even not he's taking them for you
He'd probably leave them in your house with a note, if he got the courage too he'd gift them to you in person
He definitely follows you, he convinces himself that he's just keeping you safe, but really he's just a bit of a perv
Jealous even when you're not together, never really takes it out on you, usually whoever you spoke to deals with him
But he'll give you snide remarks every now and then
If he is being a ass and you call him out on it, his face drops and he stammers out a small "I'm sorry" scared you're gonna hate him for it
You're probably going to have to initiate any kind of relationship with him
He'll try to flirt but it's Toby so it's probably just weird
Either says some really raunchy pick up line with total douche bag energy or he tells you some corny pick up line he read in a magazine
Him being around you more and being used to you helps him a lot with his nerves
If he did work up the courage to ask you out he'd do some gorey gesture like he'd kill your ex and give you their head as a present
He'd probably have a box of chocolates too bc he's a gentleman (somewhat)
HE IS SO ANNOYING WHEN YOU GET TOGETHER
Calls you emo on the regular just to piss you off
"hah e-emo ass." While you're wearing four different colors and bows in your hair
If you're shorter than him he's gonna make fun of you for it
He'll go to reach something from a high shelf that's directly above you so he hits you with his arm
Constantly hanging off you
He'll toy with your bracelets or necklaces, his hand instinctively reaching for your wrist when he's by you
Toby loves to sit and watch you do your hair,
he's laying on his stomach on the bed kicking his feet in the air as he watches you tease and saturate it with hair spray
Honestly he just likes watching you get ready in general
If you ask him to he'll help you with your makeup or hair, usually it's just him handing you hair spray and combs but he still feels helpful
Will ask you to put his eyeliner on him, his hands shake and jerk too much for him to do it without stabbing himself in the eye at least three times
Honestly he just likes when you do his makeup for him he feels all pampered
Call him pretty afterwards and he starts giggling
You having any negative reaction to him no matter how small gets him so dramatic
"YOU HATE ME!" he whines as he's kneeled at your feet because you swatted his hand away from your boobs
So. Handsy.
His hands are on you at all times, don't wear a mini skirt around him
If you wear any colorful tights or fishnets he will be salivating at the sight of you
NSFW
It's concerning how horny you wearing fishnets or tights get him
He would have you wear your fishnets as he goes down on you, a hole ripped in the crotch so his tongue can delve in and out of your folds while your fishnet covered thighs clamp around his head
Once he pulls away from your cunt his cheeks have red marks on them from the fishnets,
He loves pulling your hair, I really hope you don't have extensions.
If you wear miniskirts trust he is going to be bending you over everywhere,
He'll flip your skirt up so he can can get a good look at your panties, he'll do it anywhere he doesn't care
Will bend you over tables and flip your skirt/dress up to fuck you
The skirt stays on during sex - Toby probably
Call him pretty while he's fucking you and he's nutting on the spot
He thinks you're stunning, total perfection in his eyes, and you're calling him pretty? Oh he's cumming just thinking about it
Would ask to use your studded belts as hand cuffs
Won't admit it but like when you put makeup on him
Put lipstick on him and do his eyeshadow and his lipstick will be smeared over your thighs and his face while his eyeshadow runs down his cheeks by the end of the night
He thinks you're wasting it on him but he melts when you delicately brush over his eyelids with the brush it's his guilty pleasure really
Loves when your makeup is all smeared from your tears while he's fucking you, he loves how you look with makeup already but seeing it smeared down your face does something to him
There are no Scene readers like at all. But I think Toby would adore a scene girl so here we are
Also I'm scene and want him so this is mostly for me
Warnings/tags: 18+ NSFW in some parts, fem reader, Toby is weird, Midwest Emo Toby, he's down bad, mentioned forced(?) feminization
It's a total opposites attract thing, Toby tends to wear more muted colors, black and browns maybe some dulled blue and purple.
So when he sees you, bright and colorful, pretty and cheerful, oh he was smitten.
He was so nervous around you at first, his stutter gets worse and he gets nauseous by how nervous he is
If you compliment him in any way he practically short circuits and runs away
If you have dyed hair he absolutely loves it, he'll compliment it the most,
he'd probably try to steal some of your hair to keep, he'd keep it in a Ziploc and just look at it, maybe take it out a smell it (he's weird)
It takes him forever to be able to hold a conversation with you, everytime you look him in the eyes he feels like his knees are gonna give out
He'd snag any accessories for you, anything remotely your style or even not he's taking them for you
He'd probably leave them in your house with a note, if he got the courage too he'd gift them to you in person
He definitely follows you, he convinces himself that he's just keeping you safe, but really he's just a bit of a perv
Jealous even when you're not together, never really takes it out on you, usually whoever you spoke to deals with him
But he'll give you snide remarks every now and then
If he is being a ass and you call him out on it, his face drops and he stammers out a small "I'm sorry" scared you're gonna hate him for it
You're probably going to have to initiate any kind of relationship with him
He'll try to flirt but it's Toby so it's probably just weird
Either says some really raunchy pick up line with total douche bag energy or he tells you some corny pick up line he read in a magazine
Him being around you more and being used to you helps him a lot with his nerves
If he did work up the courage to ask you out he'd do some gorey gesture like he'd kill your ex and give you their head as a present
He'd probably have a box of chocolates too bc he's a gentleman (somewhat)
HE IS SO ANNOYING WHEN YOU GET TOGETHER
Calls you emo on the regular just to piss you off
"hah e-emo ass." While you're wearing four different colors and bows in your hair
If you're shorter than him he's gonna make fun of you for it
He'll go to reach something from a high shelf that's directly above you so he hits you with his arm
Constantly hanging off you
He'll toy with your bracelets or necklaces, his hand instinctively reaching for your wrist when he's by you
Toby loves to sit and watch you do your hair,
he's laying on his stomach on the bed kicking his feet in the air as he watches you tease and saturate it with hair spray
Honestly he just likes watching you get ready in general
If you ask him to he'll help you with your makeup or hair, usually it's just him handing you hair spray and combs but he still feels helpful
Will ask you to put his eyeliner on him, his hands shake and jerk too much for him to do it without stabbing himself in the eye at least three times
Honestly he just likes when you do his makeup for him he feels all pampered
Call him pretty afterwards and he starts giggling
You having any negative reaction to him no matter how small gets him so dramatic
"YOU HATE ME!" he whines as he's kneeled at your feet because you swatted his hand away from your boobs
So. Handsy.
His hands are on you at all times, don't wear a mini skirt around him
If you wear any colorful tights or fishnets he will be salivating at the sight of you
NSFW
It's concerning how horny you wearing fishnets or tights get him
He would have you wear your fishnets as he goes down on you, a hole ripped in the crotch so his tongue can delve in and out of your folds while your fishnet covered thighs clamp around his head
Once he pulls away from your cunt his cheeks have red marks on them from the fishnets,
He loves pulling your hair, I really hope you don't have extensions.
If you wear miniskirts trust he is going to be bending you over everywhere,
He'll flip your skirt up so he can can get a good look at your panties, he'll do it anywhere he doesn't care
Will bend you over tables and flip your skirt/dress up to fuck you
The skirt stays on during sex - Toby probably
Call him pretty while he's fucking you and he's nutting on the spot
He thinks you're stunning, total perfection in his eyes, and you're calling him pretty? Oh he's cumming just thinking about it
Would ask to use your studded belts as hand cuffs
Won't admit it but like when you put makeup on him
Put lipstick on him and do his eyeshadow and his lipstick will be smeared over your thighs and his face while his eyeshadow runs down his cheeks by the end of the night
He thinks you're wasting it on him but he melts when you delicately brush over his eyelids with the brush it's his guilty pleasure really
Loves when your makeup is all smeared from your tears while he's fucking you, he loves how you look with makeup already but seeing it smeared down your face does something to him
I know Javier is awkward as hell bro has like, no game. BUT, I think once he got more comfortable in the moment with someone and got past his awkwardness he'd bust out with some real romantic shit. Like he turns into a poet
and i wanna add, little miss unconventional anarchist jinx has a FULL BUSH maybe sometimes she does little patterns for fun but she don't give me bald vibes at all
replying to this follow-up sooo late but you get it. Jinx with a full bush who sits on your face and says “no hands, baby. show me you like it messy.” can you imagine her trimming it into a soft little heart? pulling her panties down, asking if you like it? “made it just for you” like it’s the greatest act of love <3 you better compliment her work, too.
Summary: after a fight with Karen and Javier you don't let them feed off you, leaving them frustrated.
Vampire! Karen and Javier x reader
Warnings: mentions of an argument, period sex, cunnilingus, blood drinking, biting, marking sorta, threesome, jealous Karen and Javier, chubby reader, Javier has to be physically pulled away from your pussy, bossy Karen, short
Divider credits: @/kodasworld
You could feel their eyes on you all day, any time you walked by them their eyes stayed on you.
The scent that filled their nostrils every time you strolled by made their mouthes water just at the smell alone.
They needed you, But, you'd been ignoring them. The nasty argument you had with them yesterday lead you to not letting them feed on you, as well as just outright ignoring them. The argument was stupid in itself, they got jealous of Kieran of all people, Kieran was sweet but he was far from your type. The two of you went fishing for a couple hours, when y'all got back the sun had already set, and Karen and Javier were fuming.
They tried to play it off. They were worried about something happening to you, but you knew what was up; they did this constantly. Any amount of time spent with anyone they would get jealous, even if it was poor old Kieran. The argument ending badly, but you were tired of the jealous nature the two held.
In protest, they weren't allowed to feed off you. Sure they could go find some poor sod, and bleed em dry. But you knew they wouldn't. They stopped drinking from anyone else, no one else's blood could compare. After the first taste they shared when you first got together, they couldn't drink from another living being.
"Anyone else's tastes stale almost. It's incomparable." Javier mumbled once, when you asked him why he was only feeding off you.
Your lovers were going mad at this point, the effect your smell had on them was already bad enough, but your menstrual cycle started just the night before. The full moon marking the first night. They were agitated all day, and it got worse when you'd stroll by, completing your chores around camp while the two of them sat at one of the tables, their teeth chattering in excitement when the smell hit their nostrils.
When night hit you retreated to your tent, you sat on your cot brushing your hair, the cool night air seeping through the thin canvas walls of your tent, your cheeks were flushed from the chilly air. You'd changed into a nightgown, it hugged your plump curves nicely and your chest was almost on full display. You looked up hearing the flaps to your tent open, Karen stepped inside with Javier just behind her, her eyes landed on you immediately. With the same hungry stare she gave you all day.
"We know yer hurtin' honey." Karen said, walking over to you her hips swaying with every step, her fingers wrapped around your brush setting it on the crate beside your cot. "Why don't you let me make you feel better, hm?" Her hands were on your knees in an instant, she was trying to spread your legs. Normally you'd let her, but this time you held them together tightly. She frowned standing up straight, "I told you she was still angry." Javier snapped at her, clearly hungry and agitated, Karen glared at him. "Don't start with me." She bit, Javier looked pissed but he didn't say anything in return.
"I want an apology. Not only that, I want you to apologize to Kieran for being rude tomorrow." You said, crossing your legs, Javier was still silent but his eyes trailed up your bare legs, up the softness of your stomach, to your chest wear they settled. You could feel the space between your thighs throb with him eyeing you like that, if he kept looking at you like that would end up tearing off all his clothes.
Karen sighed, "really? It was stupid I know but are you really gonna let us starve!" Karen whined, her brows furrowed. "She only wants an apology, Hermosa." Javier said as he stepped past Karen, their eyes locked momentarily before he turned his gaze on you. He somewhat towered over you, not a lot on account of his height but towered over nonetheless, he then dropped to his knees after a few seconds. "I apologize, Mi Amor." He spoke softly, his voice sincere in it's apology. He peppered kisses on your knees trailing them up towards your plush thighs. "I'm upsettin' you I know, I just don't want to share you." He muttered, his cheeks were red already, his lashes fluttering over his cheeks, as his kisses got closer and closer to your core. His kisses turned to small bites as he continued, he was trying to butter you up so you opened your legs for him, that much was obvious. Yet it was starting to work.
Caught up in your own head, you hadn't noticed Karen moving behind you, she pressed her chest into your back and started peppering kisses on your neck and collarbone. " 'm sorry honey... Y'know how I get..." She murmured, pressing firmer kisses to your neck. You let out a whine, you gave up as you felt yourself get wetter. Javier's lips moved to kiss the outside of your bloomers, he moaned as your scent invaded his nostrils, his head feeling fuzzy as he kept on.
You instinctively spread your legs to let him get situated between them, you could feel Karen smirk against your skin, "Told ya' she wadn't that mad." Karen sent a grin to Javier, he rolled his eyes at her as he peeled your bloomers off. "If it weren't for me, she would still be angry." He said ducking his head back down to your thighs, "oh hush and eat her out 'lready." She snapped tired of the waiting, you groaned in annoyance this time, their bickering never stopped even when they were about to start passing you around for the night.
Without warning Javier licked a stripe up your pussy, your taste coated his tongue causing a groan to leave his lips. You let out a sharp gasp at the sensation, Karen's teeth grazed along your neck causing your pussy to flutter as you excitedly waited for her to bite you. Your chest and neck were already littered with bite marks from the two of them, they marked you any chance they got.
You could feel Javier speed up, his tongue lapping at your juices combined with your blood like he hadn't ate in years. He was eating your pussy like it was his first meal in years. Karen moaned as she watched him work on you, "speed up a little," she said, biting her lip as she poked him in the head, he glared at her but did as he was told. His licking increased, he latched onto your clit moaning at the taste of you, his hands wandering all over your thighs and stomach, tracing every dip your body made.
You were moaning so loud you knew everyone in camp could hear you, oh Sean was gonna have a field day bringing this up tomorrow. You tried covering your mouth to muffle the lewd sounds that kept spilling from your lips every time Javier sucked on your clit, but Karen grabbed your wrist pulling your hand away. She frowned at you, "Let them hear ya' babe. Bet that Kieran won't try anythin' with you again." You frowned at her comment, "K-Kieran, wasn't trying nothin'.." you muttered, your sentence broken up by the sounds of pleasure that were rumbling through your chest. Karen giggled lowly behind you, her hands rubbing circles on your sides. "Not like you'd even think about doin' anythin' with that boy. No one can get you as worked up as us, ain't that right honey?" She said turning her head to Javier, who nodded in agreement, still devouring your pussy. He was getting worked up himself, you could feel the cot shaking slightly as he rutted into it. You gripped the cheap sheets underneath you as he continued, you could feel a hand raking up your stomach to your boobs, Karen squeezed your nipple, eliciting a gasp from you.
She moved her head down to your breast, leaving lipstick marks all down your neck and collarbone, she stopped; you glanced at her, your eyelids felt heavy and your chest heaved as you eyed her, her eyes flashed red and she bit down leaving two puncture marks, just a top your breast. A moan ripped through your chest as the pain left goosebumps on your skin, your thighs squeezed on either side of Javier's head; that was the last straw, you came, your release coated your lovers tongue as he continued to lap up your juices.
His fingers dug into the skin on your thighs, while his other hand moved to finish himself off. You could hear him moaning, whining with every jerk of your hips that pushed your cunt further into his mouth. He wanted more, he wanted to drown in you, he'd have the taste of you to coat his tongue at all times if he could. Karen kissed all along your breasts, up your neck to your jaw, when she pulled away she admired you, your face was red, sweat shining on your skin. Her eyes roamed to your thighs, Javier was still going to town on you, your thighs covered in sweat and your own wetness.
It was overstimulating, he wasn't relenting at all, tears started forming and your throat felt ragged from all the hoarse moans that ripped through it. Noticing how overstimulated you were, Karen grabbed Javier's ponytail pulling him off your clit, he scowled at her, "look at 'er, you were practically licking the soul out of her." She said, nodding in your direction. He looked at your face, red and sweaty despite the cool night air, your chest heaving with every breath. "I'm sorry love.." Javier said, planting light kisses along your thighs.
Your eyes grew heavy, your breath growing softer as your head fell to rest on your girlfriend's shoulder, "Oh, someone's tired." She cooed, moving you so you were situated under the blankets, her arms still wrapped around you. Javier climbed in bed, his arms finding their way around your waist, you smiled as you fell asleep entangled in your partner's arms.
Woah I KNOW it's been so long bro, my job has taken so much time out of my hobbies. I wanted to get this out though I thought y'all would like it, this was gonna be a Halloween special but I started it the day AFTER Halloween so happy late Halloween.
I've been gone long ik ik, I'm actually employed now so that cuts into my smut writing time, trust that I am working on a Karen x reader x Javier fic rn! I'm not spoiling it but it was supposed to be a Halloween special fic but I started it late so
I love Kieran so so much, he's such a cutie. I was thinking he needed to be added to the masc gf headcanons roster.
Divider creds: @/cursed-carmine
He's doesn't really interact with the gang much besides Marybeth, Arthur and Karen, unless you count the horses.
So it takes a bit for him to notice you, he's seen you around but y'all've never really interacted, until you talk to him for the first time.
That first real interaction the two of you have has him examining your face and clothes a lot, he hasn't gotten the chance too really so he's taking it now.
He thinks you're pretty, your clothes look good on you, he thinks you're one of the prettiest women he's seen even being more "masculine", all around he finds himself flustered by your presence a whole lot.
He's never really cared much about masculinity and feminity much, he thinks people should present themselves however they want.
It ain't like he's very masculine either, so he feels he doesn't have room to judge.
The more you talk to him the more he realizes how much he likes you, he'll get flustered, his cheeks turning pink and he'll accidentally blurt out how he finds you pretty from time to time.
It's not just your beauty and clothes that make him attracted to you, it's damn near everything.
The way you carry yourself, how you're not afraid to do the more heavy chores, your confidence, the way you swing the axe down to chop the wood, it's all so attractive to him.
He'll stare rather openly, others have commented on his gawking, he doesn't mean to do it or to come off as creepy he just likes looking at you.
He falls even harder when you defend him from Bill or the others, your tone when telling them off making him feel lightheaded.
The way your voice booms when you're defending him makes him feel like fainting, it's like music to him, sometimes he wishes you'd talk to him in that tone.
He loves watching you do chores, wether it's slinging haybales, moving food bags or chopping wood he'll stare.
He'll do it more discreetly when he's just crushing, when y'all get together he'll sit by the chopping log and stare at you, his eyes practically forming hearts.
The way he'd confess would be him getting drunk and not being able to keep his mouth shut, he'd go looking for you, when he finds you he'd blurt out how he thinks your beautiful and how he loves every aspect of you.
He'd wake up the next morning not remembering much but he'll remember how he told you all those things,
He would be embarrassed and try to avoid you most of the day till you corner him, asking to talk about what he said.
When you tell him you feel the same he'd be delighted, he'd hug you and he wouldn't stop smiling for the rest of the day.
You're the apple of his eye, he'll talk about you constantly, he'll look at you like you hung the moon, you're nothing short of perfection in his eyes.
Karen and Arthur tease him endlessly about you, it's all in good fun, they don't mean harm by it they're happy for him to find someone who doesn't treat him horribly (Arthur'll never admit it though)
Bill and Micah have a field day when they find out about the two of you, making fun of him for being the "woman" in the relationship, calling you his boyfriend, just all around them being assholes.
He can deal with Bill and Micah bullying him; he's gotten used to it at this point, but once Bill said something snarky about you in front of Kieran not thinking he'd do much, Kieran just punched him in the jaw as hard as he could.
It was an instant reaction that even he was shocked by, he's never been the violent type it was just pure reflex. Bill tried to kill him, you and Arthur had to pry Bill off him.
Regardless, Bill never said anything bad about you in front of Kieran again, his jaw was sore for the next two days. Kieran has one hell of an arm.
Even if it's slightly embarrassing when in camp he likes if you pick him up, he'll wrap his arms around your neck and hook a leg around your hips.
He'll prop himself on a crate and watch you do chores, he likes the way your sweat slicked arms look when you're doing more heavy lifting.
He'll try to be as much of a gentleman as possible, though not in a condescending way, he doesn't see you any less of a woman; just a strong one.
It'll be small things, when you return to camp after a mission he'll hold out a hand to help you from your horse, he'll pull out a crate for you to sit on at a table, he'll clean your guns and knives for you, sometimes even cleaning your boots.
If he can get far enough without someone thinking he's going to run off to Colm O'Driscoll, he'll go on the edge of camp and pick some wild flowers that grow there and leave them on your bedroll as a surprise.
He tries to find ones that match your eyes or are your favorite color but sometimes he can't really get picky and just picks whatever is there.
Dutch trusts you enough to take him to town as long as you keep an eye on him,
Dutch doubts he'd run off now anyway considering it's blatantly obvious how smitten he is by you.
You have to defend him often of course, he finds it sweet, hardly anyone defends him in the gang besides Karen and Marybeth, and having his girlfriend defend him makes him feel so loved for the first time in forever.
He'll defend you of course, just a tad more meekly, and after what happened to Bill the others tend to refrain talking bad about you in front of him.
This was longer than the others I think, but I had these brewing in my head for a while. Now I know the whole punching Bill thing sounds a bit out of character BUT HEAR ME OUT, he wouldn't do it really purposely it was just his immediate reaction to his words, like reflex in a way. Anyhow Sean is next on the masc gf headcanons list, these are my favorite headcanons tbh I love them they're so fun.
hiiii, I just wanted to ask if you’re ever going to continue with the jinx zombie fic? I was just curious and wanted to know since I haven’t seen anything in awhile :))
I was waiting for this, I don't think I'm gonna finish it sadly, I loved writing it but after the second chapter I really did not know what to write for it. I'm not good with doing like multiple part fics like that, I might finish it someday or maybe rewrite it into a long one shot, but I really have no clue how to finish it. I contemplated deleting them, but people really liked them so I decided to leave them up. I'm sorry for not finishing them I could not for the life of me think of what the write for the next part, I struggled on the second part honestly. Like I said though I might rewrite it into a long one shot but I'm unsure, also I'm fixated on something else rn and writing for other fandoms is a struggle 💔
I saw someone wrote like a drabble or blurb about Sadie seeing her husband in crowds and out of the corner of her eye (idk who I saw this months ago it just came to mind), imagine that with Charles and Arthur. Charles months or even years after Arthurs death he sees him like everywhere, he looks how he did before the gang started falling apart, when Arthur was still happy. He'll be in a town and glance over to a group of people to see him standing amongst them, he does a double take and realizes no one was there. He'll see him in saloons sitting at the bar, see him sitting at table in the back of a cafe or restaurant. Even when he's not in public it happens, he'll be making food in his house and he just sees Arthur out of the corner of his eye, he whips his head around and no one's there. No matter how much he tries to remind himself Arthur is gone, he still sees him. He even dreams about him from time to time, sometimes he's just there in the dreams, off to the side not really a big part of it; he's just there. Other's where he's the center of the dream, it could be something him and Charles did when he was still alive, hunting usually, maybe just them going for a ride on their horses like they used too. No matter how long it was since Arthur's death, he'll still see him, he'll still dream about him, he can't forget him no matter how hard he tries.
Summary: Arthur tells Charles about his diagnosis, Charles realizes he waited too long to tell him how he feels.
Warnings/tags: hurt no comfort, angst, mutual pining, yearning, might be ooc, I tried to get the dialogue to sound like them the best I could
Divider credits: @/sweetmelodygraphics
The sun was setting soon, the sky was a mix of orange and pink with clouds decorating the sky lightly, food was getting low in Beaver Hollow. Even with the chaos of everyone at each other's throats, they needed to eat.
Arthur had been needing to tell Charles about what the doctor said, he really did, he just couldn't. He knew how hard it would be for him, he was closest too Arthur out of anyone, he couldn't bare to tell him. But knowing he didn't have much time left he knew he had too; it wasn't right to keep it from him. So he figured a fishing trip, just a small one where they'd ride down to the river, was the best way to tell him.
"Charles." Arthur greeted, Charles looked up at him from his seat at the campfire, giving him that small smile he always did. "Arthur." He replied, his monotone voice softened, his tone was laced with affection even if Arthur never realized that's what it was.
"Would 'ya like to go fishin' w'me? We need more food in camp." Arthur asked him, coughing lightly. "Of course." Charles said, getting up and grabbing his fishing pole and bow from the table he was sitting at.
The ride down to the river was short and filled with a comfortable silence, though a small feeling of dread lingered in the air. Arthur could feel his palms sweaty from nerves, he dreaded seeing Charles' reaction, even so he knew it had to be said.
The men dismounted from their horses, grabbing their fishing poles and moving down to the shore, the mud was slippery under their feet, and the rocks were jagged causing them to get lodged in the soles of their boots.
Their lines had been cast, and a silence filled the two, Charles knew something was up, Arthur was hardly this quite; especially with him. He always talked his ear off, with anyone else Charles would be annoyed, but when it was Arthur it was different, he didn't mind at all. He'd much rather hear Arthur's voice then none at all.
"Arthur. Is there something you wanted to talk about? You seem unusually quiet." Charles voice broke the silence, as he began reeling his line in. Arthur sighed, he was hoping this conversation would wait a little bit longer but he knew it was inevitable.
Arthur could feel his nose tingling and his eyes getting watery, he wasn't crying over his fate; he was crying because of Charles. "Yes there was, I— I'm sick." He said, his breath shaky, Charles stopped, his body now fully turned towards Arthur, "There ain't no cure, I'm just gonna get worse.. I been meanin' to tell you I just— couldn't get the words out."
He couldn't bring himself to look at the other mans face, "Oh, Arthur." Charles muttered, "you should've told me sooner." He added, he dropped his pole, the rod getting lodged between the rocks near the river bank.
"there's something I should tell you then,' Charles started, Arthur turned to him, now seeing the sad pitiful expression etched onto the man's features, the features he'd began to admire not too long ago. 'I should've said it sooner, but Arthur I—" Arthur interrupted him, he knew what was coming, he couldn't bare to hear those three words when he knew he wouldn't have much longer, "Charles don't. Don't do this t'me, please." Arthur's voice cracked, he was getting choked up, his eyes burned with tears as he coughed, spitting blood out onto the mud and rocks they stood upon.
"Arthur, I should've told you so much sooner. But, I really do—", "I know, Charles. I lo—, me too. Me too. But I ain't gonna have you tied down to a dead man." Charles felt regret, he felt guilt for not telling him until now. "If there would've been better circumstances, I would've taken you away from all 's long ago. It's, it's just too late f'me." Arthur felt tears running down his cheeks.
He'd wondered what he'd truly wanted for so long, and what he'd wanted for the past six months was standing right in front of him. Something he'd never be able to have now, maybe if he wasn't so foolish he could've had him, maybe if he was a better man.
Charles cried silently, tears running down his cheeks as he faced the man he'd loved since the day he met him, the man that was now dying. He wish he could kiss him now, to finally feel his lips on his the way he'd wanted, but Arthur wouldn't let him. He wouldn't let him get himself sick like that.
"I'll stand by your side, until the day you go. I promise you that." Charles promised, it was the only thing he could give him in that moment; comfort. Arthur wanted to object, but he knew that was the closest thing he'd get to finally being with him. Arthur sighed, wiping the hot tears from his pale skin. "Alright, thank you, Charles. I wish I wadn't so foolish, maybe. Maybe. We could've gotten what we wanted."
The sun had set now and the moon was rising in the sky, the white light shining on them. "Maybe if we weren't both so foolish, we could've had each other." Charles said, pulling Arthur in for a hug, the two stayed like that for some time. Enjoying the warmth of each other that they wouldn't have for much longer.
I spent like an hour crying over them, and I went "I should make an angst fic about them" so y'all can suffer with me.
Summary: you accidentally stumble upon Ms Grimshaw pleasing herself, when she catches you instead of sending you away or chastising you, she invites you into her room.
Warnings/tags: accidental voyeurism, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, reader has a praise kink, age gap, masturbation, reader is needy as hell, Grimshaw has a room in Shady Belle, reader pines for Susan, mentions of reader having fantasies, reader is very obedient and eager
Divider credits: @/leilakittya @/cursed-carmine
It was night, mostly everyone was asleep, Ms Grimshaw had you washing the dishes from dinner, she told you to let her know when you were done. So that's how you found yourself here, walking towards the door of her small room in the run down house.
The door was cracked a bit, nonetheless you went to knock, your fist was about to hit the wood when you stopped from hearing a sound coming from the other side. A moan.
Your eyes went wide and your cheeks flushed, the soft moans continued from the room, you should've left but you couldn't. The sounds drew you in, it was shameful but you continued to listen. You look over your shoulder, making sure no one is coming then you press your ear up to the door— trying your best to not push the door any— the whimpers continued, not letting up.
You felt shame for it, but you found yourself getting wetter by the second, your mind wandered as her moans continued, getting more frequent and louder. You could picture her, her slender fingers dipping in and out of her soaked cunt, her other hand circling her clit firmly, it made you drool thinking about it. Heat creeped up your neck, 'i shouldn't be doin' this.' you thought, the previous feeling of shame and guilt not letting up.
To hear her groans in pleasure was like music to your ears, you'd fantasized about hearing them constantly, the older woman had you completely enraptured. The way she was firm with you and the other girls made your heart skip a beat, and your pussy throb. You always did her bidding, if she asked you to travel 300 miles in the desert on horse back you'd do it, just to hear her words of praise afterwards.
She could get rather mean but for you it was different, you noticed it, or maybe it was just in your head; maybe the fantasies of her whisking you away to her room for hours of pleasure and praise, were getting to your head. But her words never breached cruelty with you, the same couldn't be said for the other girls, most of her words were commands that you dutifully followed, they were usually followed by praise for whatever task you'd done afterwards, it made your heart swell and the pool of desire you felt for her grow even more.
Her moans got softer— perhaps muffled by her hand?— you wanted to hear them, you needed too. Without thinking you pushed your ear up to the door harder in an attempt to hear better, only for you to push the door open in the process. Your heart dropped, your face was burning as you stood in her doorway, she was spread on her cot facing the door, her fingers on her clit. You tried to stammer out an apology, trying to act like you weren't obviously listening to her pleasuring herself.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't— I didn't mean too.. I was just—" she cut you off, "close the door, dear." She said, rather calm considering the situation. You did as you were told, shutting the door you just stood there. Your eyes drifting from her face to her pussy, "come here. Why don't you help me." She cooed, beckoning you over. You didn't hesitate and immediately walked over to her, her room was small, only really big enough for a cot and a small crate, though there was just enough room for you to get on your knees in front of her.
So you did, you knelt in front of her, and she smiled, petting your hair. "I've always liked you, dear. So obedient, hard workin', I can hear you ya'know.' your eyes got wide as she continued, 'gettin' yourself off, moanin' my name. You're not very quiet, honey." She said, continuing to play with your hair. That shame you felt immediately came back, "I'm sorry, for thinkin' of you like that." You said, your face red, she just brushes your cheek with her hand. "It's okay darlin', no need to apologize. Tell ya what, finish me off and I'll take care of you." She said, spreading her legs more, ever so slightly. Your breath hitched, your hands shook as your gripped onto her thighs, you looked up at her waiting for the go-ahead. She nodded down at you, you immediately dove down, you licked a stripe from her hole to her clit, a gasp fell from her lips and her eyes snapped shut. Her brows knit together as you began lapping at her cunt.
You were ecstatic, this is all you've ever wanted, to go down on her like this, to pull every filthy sound from her lips that you could, you wanted to please her in anyway you could. Her hand shot to your hair and tugged, you let out a moan against her pussy at the sensation, her other hand covered her mouth, trying to muffle the sounds that we're spilling from her lips so rapidly. You sucked on her clit desperately, trying to pull any sound from her that you could. Her thighs shook and without warning she came right there on your tongue, she came rather quickly— most likely because she was masturbating before— her head flew back and her hand tugged your hair even harder, you didn't stop, you continued to lick and suck on her pussy.
She ground her cunt onto your face as she rode out her high, small sobs spilling from her lips. She panted tugging you off her pussy by your hair, she looked down at you, her eyes half lidded and face flushed pink. "You.. you did so good for me, dearie. I knew you'd do well." She praised, you whimpered at her words, you could feel your wetness leaking through and wetting your jeans, you craved her touch.
"Here, stand up f'me." She ordered, you obliged standing up immediately. She unbuttoned your jeans, pulling them down your thighs and calves so they pooled at your ankles. Your wetness made the fabric of your underwear translucent, she smirked up at you as she grabbed your waist making you sit on the cot beside her. "Lay down."
Without a second thought you laid down on the cot, she guided your head to sit in your lap, she caressed your hair as she trailed her hand down your body. Her fingers trailed down the valley between your breasts, down the center of your stomach, to right above the lining of your panties. She dipped her hand into them feeling how soaked you were, it brought a smile to her lips.
"My my, you've done got yourself all worked up, lemme help ya'." She cooed, without a second more her fingers slid between your folds illiciting a gasp from you, her fingers circled your clit as she admired how you looked with your head on her lap. You moaned lowly as she teased at your entrance, she teased you for an agonizing amount of time, her fingers barely circled your hole, never fully pushing in. "Please... Just put it in already." You mumbled looking up at her, your cheeks were flushed and tears threatened to fall from your eyes, she sighed, "so needy for me." She said, as she finally dipped her middle finger into your cunt, a choked gasp fell from your lips as you gripped her arm. Her finger slowly moved in and out before she added another, you were panting, a mix of whimpers and moans fell from your lips as she fucked you with her fingers.
She covered your mouth with her hand, "you gotta be quiet honey, these walls are thin and the house is silent." She whispered, leaning down to whisper in your ear. You nodded gripping onto her hand with yours, she continued her assault on your hole, she curled her fingers making you jolt. All you could do was look up at her, her eyes left yours not too long ago and she was staring at your pussy as she fucked you.
You wanted to feel her eyes on you again, but when you were almost at your limit, the heat in your stomach appearing, her fingers halted. She let out a sigh, turning her eyes on you once again, you wanted her to look at you but she could've at least continued to fuck you. "My fingers are tired, sugar. Why don't you do some of the work while they rest, hm?" She spoke, her voice tender but that familiar drawl was still there, it made you shiver, "of, of course ms.." you tried to speak but her hand still covered your mouth, muffling your words.
You began grinding down on her fingers, trying to reach that feeling you were at before, your hand gripped the side of the cot as you moved your hips down onto her fingers. Thankfully, she was covering your mouth or everyone in the house would've heard you. you sank down on her fingers eagerly fucking yourself on her harder and harder, you guaranteed you looked so fucking pathetic right now but you just needed to finish.
"You look so pretty like this baby, I've been wantin' to see you like this for the longest." She said, you sobbed as she added a third finger, your hips stuttered as you felt heat pool in the bottom of your stomach. She curled her fingers hitting your sweet spot so perfectly, you tried to keep it in so you could enjoy this just a little longer, but you came, pleasure shot through you as your hips came to a halt. When she felt your release on fingers she started moving them again, you whined as she dipped them in and out of your cunt.
She fucked you through your high, small sobs and whimpers fell from your lips, when she finally stopped and pulled her fingers out she smiled at you, bringing her fingers to her lips to taste you.
She sucked on them gingerly, making sure to lick all of your juices from her fingers, "you taste heavenly dear." She said as you laid there, your face was flushed and hot, sweat collected on your forehead.
"Can, can I stay here?" You asked, hoping she'd let you spend the night here. She clicked her tongue, thinking for a moment. "Yes, you can. You'll be comin' back here tomorrow night, we'll continue with this, understood?" She said, you nodded smiling at her. "Of course I will." You replied meekly, she smiled at that, "Good."
Geez I did not realize how pathetic I made the reader until I read this back, tbf I'd be just as pathetic if Grimshaw was fucking me. This is incredibly self indulgent I'm gonna be real, but usually the self indulgent fics I write do really well on here because a lot of y'all match my freak. Hope you enjoyed, I'm thinking of making something for Kieran 🤫 so stay tuned for that
