Asking at you because you have the following that could probably do this. Does anyone, you included, have a copy of the full image of Icemanās admiral picture they used in the movie? I keep trying to find it but fail.
I've got this, but I know this isn't the whole photo. So I'll stick this on for anyone who may not have seen it already, if anyone does have the whole photo, I'm sure they'll share if they see this post!!
Ladies and Gentlemen, I finally get to use a laptop to type out my stuff ^_^ I couldnāt be more excited! Iām re-watching some good old fashioned Bonanza and figure I could try my hand at writing for it a little.Ā
Lurv, PTF.
Warnings- Gun fighting, shooting, blood, cattle rustling, violence, sexual references and some sexually charged scenes.
A/n- I only own Marie and her story line, I do not own any of the other people, places, things, images, or gifs used in this fic.
Summary- Marie moved to the valley just at the end of the Ponderosa property line and strays a little too far, found by the Cartwright boys will she be able to explain herself and keep from making a fool of herself? Or will she look like a complete idiot?.... Well... weāll see.
Ā Ā Ā Ā The sound of hoof beats caught the attention of one wheat blonde, very distracted, woman. Lifting her head, Marie Elizabeth Aims blocked the sun from her ocean blue eyes, in an attempt to keep the light from obscuring the figures of those who approached, though she made no move to stand from where sheād been knelt collecting wild mushrooms.
āMaāam, could we speak with you for a moment?ā The oldest of the three younger men asked, his voice inviting to her ears, his beautiful paint mount seemed impatient, standing in one place, stepping from side to side.
āHello, there.ā Marie smiled warmly, rising from her knees in one swift motion and wiping her dirt and spore covered hands on the apron of her dress, already stained with the natural color of what she collected, if theyād greeted her any differently, she suspected sheād have let them have it.
āMaāam my name is Adam Cartwright and, well Maāam youāre on the Ponderosa.ā He gave this sweet, easy smile, that made her want to fan her hand before her face. Then what he said finally registered.
āOh! Iām terribly sorry. I bought the valley just to the North of your land, I must have wandered a little too far looking for just the right ingredients for dinner.ā She felt like a complete fool for not having realized sooner.
āItās really no trouble at all Maāam.ā The largest man she had ever seen shot her a sweet warm smile and tipped his hat, causing her cheeks to flush pink as she looked shyly away.
āYouāre Miss Marie Aims? Itās a pleasure to meet you Miss Aims, you might be the only person within the last twenty years to have purchased any land around here without meaning to mine it barren.ā The oldest of the four, she assumed he was their father, spoke, leaning his right arm on the horn of his saddle he tipped his hat to her. while it was true, sheād beaten out every other bidder for the land, she wasnāt the only one who didnāt want to mine it, there were a few bidders that wanted to log it as well.
āOh, please, call me Marie? Why donāt yāall come over for dinner? Iāll feed you proper then give you the grand tour of The Forbidden Valley.ā She offered with a wide smile as she made her way through the line of beautiful horses and shook each of the four mens hands. Blushing hard when the youngest of them kissed her bare knuckles.
āI donāt know how we could ever say no to an offer like that, Maāam.ā Adam smiled with a tip of his hat then offered.Ā ā Itās getting quite hot Maāam, would you like a ride back to your Ranch?ā Something about the way he said it, set her heart aflutter.Ā
āI believe that that would be very kind of you, Sir.ā She giggled as he lifted his brow at her, if he refused to listen to her request to be called Marie, she would certainly not be using his name.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Adam slid down from his mount and watched with some amusement as the tiny woman before him picked up her basket filled to the brim with wild mushrooms and carrots, a few small roots and enough wild herbs to stock a pantry for a year. As she made her way to the side of his horse Adam paused.
āMaāam, Sportās a little tall for you... May I help you into the saddle?ā He asked, watching her as she gave him a small smile and shook her head.
āThere will be no need, Sir. For I am a capable woman.ā She laughed as she took several steps back and then darted forward, throwing herself hard into the air, she sailed clear of the saddle and caught herself just in time to slide into place, with some semblance of grace.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā The ride home with Adam had been lovely, the scenery between their border and her Ranch was filled with Ponderosa pine trees and a beautiful fresh water lake sat directly in her front yard. He kept his distance from her back as he rode, though she could tell about half way through the ride back that he was starting to get sore, so she gently pressed her shoulders against his chest, the moment they touched it was almost as if someone had untied a post from his spine, he slumped against her, the warmth of his chest doing nothing to cool the summer heat causing sweat to bead upon her back, soaking her bodice further in sweat.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Now as she lay in her feather stuffed mattress she thought back on her first encounter with the Cartwright men, they didnāt seem at all like the man who wrote out her bill of sale made them out to be. Each and every one of them seemed like the amicable type, she was especially fond of Adam already, the man was like a walking dream, and his younger brothers werenāt bad looking either. She scoffed at herself and pulled the quilt up over her shoulders, to ward of the chill of the night.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Morning came with a smooth layer of fog covering The Forbidden Valley, like a sheet of buttermilk covering every blade of grass, every ripe vegetable in her garden, and hiding her cattle from view. Marie started out her morning as she did every day, first she fed the chickens, collected the eggs, fed the pigs and she cows, then sheād release the herd into the pasture. Then she rode the length of the fence, spent a large amount of her day putting in new posts to line her property, then just as dinner was right around the corner, she slipped inside and began to prepare a meal for five.
Ā Ā Ā The sun had just begun to get low in the horizon as the knock sounded on her door, alerting her to the presence of her guests, sheād just finished the fresh baked bread and had already set the table. Pulling the door to her home open, Marie was greeted by four smiling faces, and four removed hats as she ushered them in out of the cooling night air. Her hearth was warm and the smell of steak broiled over an open fire, on a flat cast iron, seasoned with salt and pepper, seared on both sides with butter, baked potatoes, mixed vegetables and warm fresh bread filled the house.
āItās a real pleasure to be here Miss Ai.... Marie. It sure does smell good, in here.ā Hoss was the first to make his way to stand behind a chair at the table, followed by his brothers and father.
āYou need any help carrying things to the table?ā Joe Cartwright, perked up, hurrying across the dining room as she picked up a few serving platters from the counter to carry over.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā With all of the food on the table and pitchers of Wine set across the table they settled down to a meal, hands washed and a hunger worked up they dug in, murmuring their compliments between bites. Happy chatter was exchanged and Marie was given an open invitation to visit The Ponderosa any time she wished, and Hoss was kind enough to offer her any mushroom she wanted on their land, she was flattered truly.
Ā Ā Ā Ā After several glasses of wine, steaks the size of their head and the freshest vegetables in Virginia City or the surrounding area they were ready for the grand tour of The Forbidden Valley Ranch.Ā
Ā The Cartwright family collected their horses and waited patiently for Marie to saddle hers, as they waited however the Adam and Joe started talking amongst themselves.
āI want to be the first to ask her, just because youāre older doesnāt mean anything.ā Joe whispered, rather loudly.
āNo one gets to ask her first, the first one to do it, is the first one to do it.ā Adam growled, slightly annoyed at his little brother.
Ā Ā Ā Marie came riding out of the barn on her gentile black stallion, his tail proudly lifted behind him as he strutted past, she laughed softly under her breath and whispered something they couldnāt hear into the horses ear. Adam and Joeās breath caught as they mounted their horses and all four men followed along behind her listening carefully as she explained her land to them, sheād only had it a few weeks but she had already made the area her own.Ā
āAnd over here, Iāll be building my chicken coop, I just finished the last few things I needed in the barn, new stalls, sturdier walls, that sort of thing.ā She seemed more than happy to chatter along about what she planned to do with the land, and as they rode up towards the lake the Cartwrightās were speechless. From atop a small hill, they could see past the lake, between the strong trunks of thousands of Ponderosa Pine trees and straight out to their land, which loomed past the water with vibrant greens and browns.
āI intend to build any building I need without having to use any wood from my Ranch, thereās plenty of good clay rich mud down by the lake, and the little streams running through here, I should be able to use it instead.ā Marie turned to look at them when she noticed they hadnāt made a sound in a moment.
āClay mud? Truly?ā Little Joe was the first one to speak, raising his brow and running the back of his hand over his forehead, hat in hand.
āMy entire house is made out of Clay, the floor boards are just stuck in the mud for show, every wall, ceiling and floor is made entirely out of clay and dried razor grass.ā She shrugged as if it were the most natural thing in the world. To her it may have been, but it sounded insane outloud.
āWell, Iāll be. Thatās real amazing Miss Marie.ā Hoss whistled low and shook his head.
āItās nothing really, if yāall would like, you could come by some time and watch me build up the chicken coop, Iāve got the start working on the barn here soon too.ā She offered with a beaming smile, which had everyone else smiling too.
āThat sounds lovely, it truly does.ā Mr. Cartwright agreed, night had fallen and they still had to ride home. They said their goodnights, made promises to visit again and rode off towards the shoreline of the lake, fading from view as the night began to take over.
Ā Ā The next day, while running her fence line, Marie heard the sounds of chopping, slowing her stallion to a walk, she made her way closer to the sound, edging ever closer she finally got a good look at what was going on. Well past her property line, in the middle of her densest clumping of Ponderosa Pine, five men were wielding axes against the trunks of her trees.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Marie knew she didnāt stand a chance against that many, turning her steed around she kicked him into a fast run, heading over her own property line and into the Carwrightās land, riding hard to reach the house before any of her trees were fully poached. By the time she reached the door, her stallion was frothing, she was sore and breathing hard as she slid from the saddle while still in motion, landing on her feet she threw her fists against the door. Thundering footsteps could be heard behind the door, before it swung open.
āMarie?ā Was all Mr. Cartwright could get out before she was practically speaking in tongues trying to tell him what was going on.
āThereās five of them, I canāt take them on my own... I donāt have enough cover on those parts to get into any kind of fire fight.ā She urged, the men were throwing on their gun belts even before they knew what was going on, better to be prepared than dead.
āYouāll stay here Miss Marie, I know youāre wanting to help too, but itāll be safer here.ā Hoss pulled Marie into the house and before she could even open her mouth to argue, he shushed her.Ā āPlease donāt argue, Maāam. It wonāt do you no good.ā He stated as he and his brothers tore out into the tree line, their horses seeming to enjoy the swift pace as they stretched out fully each stride.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Marie waited, and waited, for hours. Her finger nails were bitten to the quick, the ends of her hair were twirled together from being constantly wrapped around a worried finger. She had nearly paced a hole in the rug when she heard the sound of hooves approaching the cabin, she ran to the window, peeking out the wooden shutters and then throwing the door open to greet the four men riding in. They looked no more worse for wear than when they had left, except for Adam, who had a clearly visible bloody hole in his shirt.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Marie ran to them as they slid down from their horses, Hoss taking the reigns and leading the group back to the stable while everyone else talked to Marie about how things had gone. No one really got to say anything as Marie was too busy tutting over Adamās bullet wound to truly hear any of it. Adam was led into the house like a puppy on a rope, her hand wrapped tightly around his as she led him to sit on the couch. He obeyed her every command, watching her as she pulled a small bag from her belt, it smelled like green plants when she released the draw string.
āWould you be so kind as to.... as to.... remove your shirt? I need to be able to see.... the... wound.ā She had not expected him to immediately begin to shed the garment, the more of his chest that was revealed, the harder she found it to breathe, or think, forming words had become almost impossible.
āIf Iād have known, getting shot was going to get me shirtless and alone with you Maāam Iād have gotten shot sooner.ā He joked as she cleaned his wound, then pressed the green mixture against the open hole.
āDonāt you dare joke like that, Adam Cartwright.ā She chastised softly,Ā wrapping the wound gently as she smacked the back of his head with the palm of her hand.Ā āIāll hear no more of it, if you wanted to be alone with me, you could have asked.ā She murmured, Adam was momentarily distracted and almost didnāt catch what she had said.
āYou mean it?ā He asked, eyes widening as his eyes shot to her face, she was looking down at the clean linen she was tying around his wound and she nodded, a simple bobbing of her head.
Ā Ā His family made their way into the room, chuckling amongst themselves as they laid eyes on Adam and Marie, Adam, with his legs sprawled out infront of him, slumping down on the couch, Marie knelt between his thighs, her tiny hands tying a knot, her cheeks as pink as the prairie rose.Ā
āLooks like Adam has been talking romantic, poor girl looks like sheās had too much sun.ā Hoss laughed as he made his way into the kitchen, his father and brothers joining in the laughter, and Marie of course couldnāt help but giggle as well.
āYou were right, it turned into a gun fight. We spoke to the Sheriff while we were there, and heāll be around your place tomorrow to get your recollection of the incident.ā Mr. Cartwright stated through his chuckle as she perched herself on the arm of the couch, beside Adam, while the guys lowered themselves into a seat, letting out relaxing sighs as they let themselves calm down after such dramatic events.Ā
āThe Sheriff has advised that you donāt stay there tonight, in case there were any more lingering around looking to get revenge. Iām offering you the guest room on the second floor.āĀ He continued as she blinked her ocean blue eyes up at him in both shock and gratitude for his kindness.
āI donāt know what to say.... this is all too kind, I couldnāt possibly ask you to keep me over night.ā She raised her hands in front of her, palms forward.Ā
āYou arenāt asking, Maāam. You donāt have to.ā Hoss smiled as he made his way out of the kitchen with the cook in tow, carrying dinner to the table where everyone gathered, laughter and stories were exchanged.
Summary: Smoking weed to relax after a rough day becomes a whole lot more when Daryl joins you.
Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader
3455 words
Warnings: 18+ only, smut, drug use (weed), almost public sex, fluff, mentions of the bible
A/N: Special thanks to @daryl-dixon-daydreamsā for suggestions/edits. This turned out way softer than I originally intended, but I love it. I hope you enjoy!
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After the long day youād had, all you wanted to do was decompress. Youād tried reading, youād tried sleeping, but you realized you needed something just a little bit stronger. So, with a plan in place, you grabbed your trusty bible and snuck down the stairs. You had to admit, you felt a bit like a teenager sneaking out in the middle of the night to get up to trouble, despite the fact that you were a grown woman and the world as youād known it had ended.Ā
You silently crept out the front door into the night, slowly pulling it closed behind you. It was about two in the morning as you tip-toed across the porch and sat down on the steps of the Alexandrian house you shared with other members of your group of survivors. Setting your leather-bound bible in your lap, you opened it and flipped through the well-loved pages to get to the good stuff inside, but froze when you heard a plank of the porch floor creak from around the corner. You turned around to see Daryl approaching, his crossbow in one hand.Ā
āCanāt sleep?ā he grunted in your direction, and you subtly closed the worn cover to your Bible as he sat on the step next to you.Ā
āNah, not after today. You?ā you replied, and he merely gave a little shrug.Ā
Hey guys and gals, I figured I should get a master list up and running, its not going to be pretty or what not but it will get up there and be pretty master list-y, Lurv PTF.
SOA
Ā Ā Ā Payment in public- (Tig x Sister!Oc x OC)-Ā Ā https://pinktacofury.tumblr.com/post/168136258430/payment-in-public
Ā Ā Ā A second chance- (Jax x OC x Tig)-Ā Ā https://pinktacofury.tumblr.com/post/168013091190/a-second-chance
Ā Ā Ā She was serious?-(Happy X daughter!OC X Jax)-Ā Ā https://pinktacofury.tumblr.com/post/168009059125/she-was-serious
Ā Ā Ā Whoās the kid?- (Happy X OC)-Ā Ā https://pinktacofury.tumblr.com/post/167973795330/whos-the-kid
Ā Ā Ā Whose been there?- (Jax X OC)-Ā Ā https://pinktacofury.tumblr.com/post/167969405580/whos-been-there-for-you-no-matter-how-much-of
Ā Ā The wolf and the Doctor- (Carlisle X OC)-Ā Ā https://pinktacofury.tumblr.com/post/167538409770/the-wolf-and-the-doctor
Ā Ā Grouchy Wolf Pup Part one- (Paul X OC)-Ā Ā Ā https://pinktacofury.tumblr.com/post/167322886830/grouchy-wolf-pup
Ā Ā Grouchy Wolf Pup Part Two- (Paul X OC)-Ā Ā https://pinktacofury.tumblr.com/post/174156402090/grouchy-wolf-pup-part-two-paul-x-oc
XMEN-
Ā Ā Natural Mutation- (Logan X OC)-Ā Ā https://pinktacofury.tumblr.com/post/167791013140/natural-mutation-wolverine-x-oc
SUPERNATURAL-
Ā Ā My knights in shining plaid- (Dean X OC)-Ā Ā https://pinktacofury.tumblr.com/post/167713238740/my-knights-in-shining-plaid-dean-x-oc
FAST AND FURIOUS-
Ā Ā These are my Streets- (Dom X OC)-Ā Ā https://pinktacofury.tumblr.com/post/167726660740/these-are-my-streets-torretto-dom-x-oc
MY OWN BRAIN SPEW-
Ā Ā Scared, alone and bloody-Ā Ā https://pinktacofury.tumblr.com/post/167534702615/scared-alone-and-bloodyĀ
ORIGINALS-Ā Ā
Ā Ā Dragged along- (Klaus X OC)-Ā Ā Ā https://pinktacofury.tumblr.com/post/167391379325/dragged-along-in-a-revenge-plot-from-hellklaus-x
FIREFLY-
Ā Ā Captain I think we have a problem- (Mal X OC)-Ā https://pinktacofury.tumblr.com/post/167335678830/captain-i-think-we-have-a-problem
Ā VIKINGS-
Ā Ā Captive Princess- (Ivar X OC)-Ā Ā https://pinktacofury.tumblr.com/post/167246889510/captive-princess-she-knew-she-didnt-belong
Ā Ā I think she growled at meā¦- (Ivar x OC)-Ā Ā Ā https://pinktacofury.tumblr.com/post/168405471610/i-think-she-growled-at-me
ERAGON-
Ā Ā Ā What am I supposed to do with a dragon?- (Murtagh X OC)-Ā Ā https://pinktacofury.tumblr.com/post/167210468130/what-am-i-supposed-to-do-with-a-dragon
I'm bored out of my mind at work, so we are going to potions! Lurv PTF.
Warnings- maybe language?
Summary- Yvette thinks she might be going crazy, since her chat with the headmistress she can't seem to shake a queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach, and a nagging feeling in the back of her mind.
A/n- I only own my Oc's
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Yvette pressed the back of her hand to her forehead, her mother had done it once when she was sick, no fever. There were only a couple other things she could think of that would make her stomach turn like this. She hadn't seen any mucus so she wasn't going to throw up, and she hasn't eaten anything funny.... She missed breakfast. That had to be the answer, she must be hungry.
Potions class was right in the middle of brewing a simple invisibility brew, an old gnarled grey cat sat at the edge of the desk, its eyes closed. Making her way to her seat Yvette looked around for the teacher, Her first day was not going well at all. The cat jumped from the table, transforming in mid air and landing as a very tiny old man with long white hair and a beard that trailed behind him.
"Miss Singramore. You are late." The old man
"I am sorry professor, I had an episode in Divination." Yvette explained looking sheepish? She hoped it was sheepish.
"I told her to use less insence this year, she never listens." The old man tutted as he waved her to her seat.
Yvette liked potions, she was good at them, for the most part. There was that one time at home she blew up the kitchen, trying to make a growth potion for her pet plant. Between taking notes she doodled in her book, the doodles turned to borders for her notes, little illustrations that with the tip touch of her wand came to life on the flat surface, dancing, running, flying all in place. Doodle Sophie at the corner of the page silently sang to a potted vine cluster. Her mind wandered to her friend, "friend" bounced about her head like an unforgettable curse, she'd never had one before.
"Miss Singramore.... Miss Singramore!" Startled from her daydreaming Yvette's noticed the top of her professors head standing infront of her desk.
"Yes, professor?" She hummed softly as she leaned over the table, her long dark hair fanning over her shoulder as she met the kind elderly eyes of the man before her.
"You seem distracted Miss Singramore, would you like to talk to me about it after class?" The professor asked in a gentle paper thin voice, it had been deep once before old age, you could tell when he talked about anything passionately.
"Yes, Professor." Yvette kicked herself for not paying more attention in class, especially as she looked down at her hand over the cauldron. Wolfsbane, if it had touched her potion they would all have suffered terrible boils in the infirmary for weeks.
Hey guys and gals, I figured I should get a master list up and running, its not going to be pretty or what not but it will get up there and be pretty master list-y, Lurv PTF.
SOA
Ā Ā Ā Payment in public- (Tig x Sister!Oc x OC)-Ā Ā https://pinktacofury.tumblr.com/post/168136258430/payment-in-public
Ā Ā Ā A second chance- (Jax x OC x Tig)-Ā Ā https://pinktacofury.tumblr.com/post/168013091190/a-second-chance
Ā Ā Ā She was serious?-(Happy X daughter!OC X Jax)-Ā Ā https://pinktacofury.tumblr.com/post/168009059125/she-was-serious
Ā Ā Ā Whoās the kid?- (Happy X OC)-Ā Ā https://pinktacofury.tumblr.com/post/167973795330/whos-the-kid
Ā Ā Ā Whose been there?- (Jax X OC)-Ā Ā https://pinktacofury.tumblr.com/post/167969405580/whos-been-there-for-you-no-matter-how-much-of
Ā Ā The wolf and the Doctor- (Carlisle X OC)-Ā Ā https://pinktacofury.tumblr.com/post/167538409770/the-wolf-and-the-doctor
Ā Ā Grouchy Wolf Pup Part one- (Paul X OC)-Ā Ā Ā https://pinktacofury.tumblr.com/post/167322886830/grouchy-wolf-pup
Ā Ā Grouchy Wolf Pup Part Two- (Paul X OC)-Ā Ā https://pinktacofury.tumblr.com/post/174156402090/grouchy-wolf-pup-part-two-paul-x-oc
XMEN-
Ā Ā Natural Mutation- (Logan X OC)-Ā Ā https://pinktacofury.tumblr.com/post/167791013140/natural-mutation-wolverine-x-oc
SUPERNATURAL-
Ā Ā My knights in shining plaid- (Dean X OC)-Ā Ā https://pinktacofury.tumblr.com/post/167713238740/my-knights-in-shining-plaid-dean-x-oc
FAST AND FURIOUS-
Ā Ā These are my Streets- (Dom X OC)-Ā Ā https://pinktacofury.tumblr.com/post/167726660740/these-are-my-streets-torretto-dom-x-oc
MY OWN BRAIN SPEW-
Ā Ā Scared, alone and bloody-Ā Ā https://pinktacofury.tumblr.com/post/167534702615/scared-alone-and-bloodyĀ
ORIGINALS-Ā Ā
Ā Ā Dragged along- (Klaus X OC)-Ā Ā Ā https://pinktacofury.tumblr.com/post/167391379325/dragged-along-in-a-revenge-plot-from-hellklaus-x
FIREFLY-
Ā Ā Captain I think we have a problem- (Mal X OC)-Ā https://pinktacofury.tumblr.com/post/167335678830/captain-i-think-we-have-a-problem
Ā VIKINGS-
Ā Ā Captive Princess- (Ivar X OC)-Ā Ā https://pinktacofury.tumblr.com/post/167246889510/captive-princess-she-knew-she-didnt-belong
Ā Ā I think she growled at meā¦- (Ivar x OC)-Ā Ā Ā https://pinktacofury.tumblr.com/post/168405471610/i-think-she-growled-at-me
ERAGON-
Ā Ā Ā What am I supposed to do with a dragon?- (Murtagh X OC)-Ā Ā https://pinktacofury.tumblr.com/post/167210468130/what-am-i-supposed-to-do-with-a-dragon
Helloo, wondering if you got any smutty requests, if not could you do a Raphael x read/oc/ whoever. Its been a few dates and they haven't run away, they invite him upstairs and things just continue on from there Maybe?
I'm so sorry this took so long, ive just been tired and im usually better at this and im sorry its so rushed :(
Warning: 18+ smutĀ
Recently Raphael had just got in a relationship, that despite his doubt had been going quite well. She was a friend of April's and when they were found out she seemed unafraid. Y/n was brave, and when put to the challenge of dealing with him and his three brothers, she dance around the problems with grace.
When michelangelo broke that pretty teapot she didn't shout at him or fuss. She smiled and told the boy she'd get a new one. Y/n would listen to Donatello ramble on and on no matter the subject, she'd make him feel understood. Leonardo would get controlling and she'd be patient and calm with him, wanting to listen.
But with Raphael... you treated him like a whole other subject. The way you would hold his shoulder in comfort and it would linger. How you looked at him from across a room or spoke to him on a deeper level of connection. Anytime he was near or with you it was like a whole part of him had returned and fit perfectly in his side.
The being together was easy. The talking and holding and just being was easy. The hard part was when you weren't together. Raphael never doubted your love, not in a million years, but the people out there that could whisk you away. The people who could give you a normal life and normal sex. Oh that was a fantasy.
He'd lay at night just dreaming of you and your soft skin. Trying to mimick that sweet voice of yours in his mind and just wishing to feel you. Raphael could recount every single time you told him he couldn't come in your room. Every single time you told him you weren't ready. It hurt the first few times but with a better knowledge he understood. Now he sat here on your couch back in the present. Raphael had been in deep thought till your soft voice drew him out.
"You ok?" He turned to look at you, the living room lamp making it cozy. You laid strewn out in pajamas with your hair still damp from the shower and feet propped on his thigh. A worried look adorned your features.
"Yeah, just thinking," he was quite for a second wondering if what he wanted to say would be worth it. Raph felt a smooth hand on his shoulder and saw that you sat up to be closer. "Do you ever think about being with someone else?" Now you really looked confused. Going to hold his arm with both of your own and leave a warm kiss on his cheek.
"No, because I'm with you. You make me happy." You sweetly smiled and your face held no lie for him to find but it didn't feel enough. Raphael stood and looked down at you.
"How can you be happy with me? I can't take you anywhere, I can't give you nice things like dinner and dates," he turned to the window staring down at the streets. "I can't love you like any normal human..." he heard you shift on the couch behind him.
"What do you mean love me normal?" You whispered. Like someone else was walking around in the house and you didn't want them eavesdropping. When he looked back he saw you were halfway off the couch, your eyebrows furrowed.
"I mean... that I'm not exactly what every girl looks for in their magazines." Raphael had to lower his voice to control the distressed churr in his throat. You came to stand beside him and grabbed his hand. He took a deep breath as you both stared at the cars stuck in traffic, the lights shining against the many windows of Manhattan. You pulled at his hand to look at you. He saw something flickering in your eye, a determination he hadn't seen since you'd stare after eachother. It was a look of promise.
"Let's go to my room." He had barely heard it but you pulling him had confirmed. Raphael was silent as you opened your door and sat him on your bed. All around him smelled like you, like the you he inhales everytime he holds you. Quietly the door was shut and you stood in between his legs, arms wrapped around his neck. Everything was at a standstill, the only sound being your light breathing.
"Raphael, I love you," you went to kiss his left eyelid, "and I don't care about dinners..." the right eyelid, "or dates..." his lip scar. "I just care about being with you and holding you." You finally kissed him, warm and gentle. Ten times sweeter then any kiss you had given him before. Instead of pulling back though, you went to deepen this kiss, biting on his lip. Your hands wandered over his shoulders and arms. His were on your waist and one in your wet hair, holding you against him. Raphael quickly opened his mouth to say something but you twisted your tounge with his and all he could do was groan. He realized that things were heading in a more erotic direction. How your breasts pressed against his plastron and how you tugged on his mask.
You were drinking eachother in. Addicted to this wonderful taste. He couldn't take it anymore, gripping your hips and rolling you under him. His big hands went under your shirt and tugged down the cups of your bra. You had worked your hands down to his belt buckle, clumsy with your efforts.
Raphael stood to take his shoes, armor and belt off. As soon as your pajama bottoms came off he nearly lost it. The jet black panties that clung to your ass in such a delicious way. You crawled till your back hit the headboard and gave him a look of need. Raph quickly followed, giving you another heated kiss as his hands palmed your ass.
He couldn't believe he was finally able to lay with you, to feel the skin he's dreamed about for so long underneath him. To hear those high pitched whimpers in his ear and to feel you grind up on his hard on. Raph went to kiss down her neck while his hands groped your scalp and breast.
"Fuck baby, I can't wait anymore." He stood on his knees and churred at the sight. Your hair was a curled mess and your shirt was crumpled. Raph could smell your arousal and that only turned him on more. He yanked your panties down and rubbed the inside of your thighs to coax you open. All the while you were panting and begging for him. This was all he ever wanted. A beautiful woman who wanted him and now he has it.
He rubbed his thumb through your folds and started to circle your swollen clit. Biting his lip, he took his forefinger and circled your entrance, slowly stretching you out with his massive hand. You were bucking into his hand now, begging for him to let you cum. Raphael pulled his briefs down and grabbed his cock, pumping himself as he pleased you. He felt your silk walls tighten around his finger and your thighs shaked. Before you could reach your climax though he pulled away from you. The bed creaked under his weight as he bent down to give you another open mouthed kiss, the bulbous head of his dick fitting snuggly into your cunt. You moaned into his mouth and finally he hilted inside your soaking core. Raphael kissed your shoulders and collar bone, trying to calm himself down. It took you tugging at the tails of his mask to get him moving. The first thrust had both of you grasping for eachother.
"Shit! R-raph god!" You clinched your eyes shut and you wrapped your legs around his feet. His thrusts were sharp and short, Raph's hips smacking against your ass. The heat pooled in his stomach fast and his thrust became staggered. Raphael knew he was about to finish, your were close too. Your eyes were unfocused and your head lolled back. He quickened his pace and felt your juices gush down his lap. You gripped the sheets and your mouth opened in a silent scream. You practically milked him as he came. He gripped your hips and kept you against him, grunting as he spilled into you.
Raphael pulled out and went to lay beside you as you caught your breath. Turning to your side you tiredly smiled.
"I love you." He smiled back, grabbing your hand in his.
I got pretty fed up with looking for words to replace said because they werenāt sorted in a way I could easily use/find them for the right time. So I did some myself.
I DONāT REALLY CARE BUT WHATEVER
Guessed
Ventured
IāM DRUNK OR JUST BEING WEIRDLY EXPRESSIVE FOR A POINT/SARCASM
Hooted
Howled
Yowled
I WONDER
Pondered
Voiced
Wondered
OH, YEAH, WHOOPS
Recalled
Recited
Remembered
SURPRISE BITCH
Revealed
IT SEEMS FAKE BUT OKAY/HA ACTUALLY FUNNY BUT I DONāT WANT TO LAUGH OUT LOUD
Scoffed
Snickered
Snorted
BITCHY
Tattled
Taunted
Teased
Edit: People, Iām an English and creative writing double major in college;Ā I understand that thereās nothing wrong with simply usingĀ āsaid.ā This was just for fun, and it comes in handy when I need to add pizzazz.Ā
Gift fic for the lovely @artisthicc-nikyriā of her ocās Ari and Jameson, and her Troy!
Make sure to check out her art blog for more of her amazing shit
Jameson had been right.
This was so much easier than working in the kitchensā¦
Ari snorted to herself smugly as she popped another piece of hard candy into her mouth, lazily eying the slow crawl of the progress bar on her monitor as the file continued to render.
This was a piece of cake, this was so chilled out in comparison.
Sheād thought at first it would have been terrifying, that working in such close proximity with the God King would have been even worse than dealing with the head cooks, but man, sheād had nothing to worry about in retrospect. A whole month now since sheād joined the editing team, and sheād not seen Troy once.
The other editors in his media team had filled her in, and it seemed for all J insisted God King Calypso was a āPretty normal person under all the bullshitā, he was an enigma to work for. Fair, but weird. Quiet, but frightening. If you handed in your projects on time and didnāt get in his way? The job was piss as long as you had the skills he wanted. Safe lodgings within the main COV compound, food and medical care, and a position in the God Kingās own media team was something followers would tear each otherās faces off for, and did according to the footage she was currently working on.
If you didnāt pull your weight though?
Well.
Theyād not gone into details, but made clear through hushed warnings that she really should make sure she didnāt fuck this up.
Writer: *shows the serial killer the murder scene theyāre writing* babe, iām not sure if this would actually work?
Serial killer: *kisses writer on the forehead and leaves, comes back later, a suspicious scent of blood coming off them* it works baby, youāre doing great
I love this, I love all of this, but quick question, does the author know? Like are they aware that their significant other is a serial killer or do they just think that they have a morbid sense of humor? Itād be even funnier if the author had no fucking clue, like how Aurthur Conan Doyle was apparently stupidly gullible, and on top of it theyāre a horror or crime novelist. Like the serial killer works at a butcher shop or something so itās completely normal for them to come home smelling like blood, no murders going on here, no sirey. Just my darling coming back home from a long day at work.
Now fast forward a bit and the author has managed to get their first book published, with loving support from the serial killer who helped them fine tune all the murder scenes, and itās a big hit. Enough so that a detective with the local police department has noticed some disturbing similarities to several active cases, including details that were never released to the press. Obviously he brings this up to his superior and convinces him that thereās something to the theory, but itās all circumstantial right now. He stakes out the authorās home and is super convinced that the author is the murderer, but they donāt seem to do anything??? Like they literally are at the house all day, thatās it. Most they do is leave for groceries.
So you get this dynamic of the serial killer mining the author for creative murder schemes, the author being lovingly encouraged by the serial killer, and finally the detective who is just so sure that the author is the killer and that if he sticks it out long enough heāll FINALLY have proof.
Therapist: Considering what you told me and how much you wanna beat him to death, heās not. You pretty much hate him despite knowing him for years.
Me:
Me: Why did I need to come here to realize that.
Therapist: Because thatās my job to help you to understand some stuff. Also because youāre way too kind and you would let someone punch you in the guts and still consider them as your friend while they stab you.
As an update, Jerome gave my appointment to someoneās else today so we were both in the waiting room, confused and he walked in, patted my head and said sorry but honestly it was hilarious.
The secretary came to tell me that Jerome actually forgot to write me down on the appointment list.
This is a 100% normal situation with Jerome as my Therapist.
Therapist: Why donāt you send a mail to your psychiatrist when you have a bad mood swing?
Me: Like what? āHey JoĆ«l wassup, Iāve been very suicidal lately last night I wanted to die. Hope you have rad vacations and the weed is good save some good kush for me, kissy kissy.ā ?
Therapist: Exactly.
Me: Youāre as bad as me with human interactions Jerome, yāknow.
For a bit of context here: Around two months ago I went to a friendās who happened the live on the same street as Jerome, which I didnāt know. He was really surprised to see me and came to check on me, asking me why I was here with a bit of concern on his voice. And this take place earlier this month:
Therapist: So your friend lives in the same street than I?
Me: Yes. Townās short I guess.
Therapist: Were you really going to your friend...?
Me: Yes?? Why else would I be here?
Therapist: A lot of drug deals happen in this street and I see often teenagers and young adults coming and buy stuffs. I was a bit worried for you.
I snorted..... in public guys.... a lovely grandmother offered her hankey, I didn't have the jellies to tell her I was watching this on tumblr. AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!
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