Welcome to this little blog of writing!

mod is 20+ / I write what comes to mind / I will create both f!reader and m!reader X canon.

[shad-writes]

Welcome to this little writing blog!

I have other blogs where I enjoy writing and posting my drawings ( @shad-art and @shad-rp ), but this one I will dedicate entirely to writing.

But enough chit-chat.

• What am I going to write about, you might be wondering?

Anything that comes to mind! Short stories about characters from games/films/series that I'm passionate about, as if they were a sort of little fan fiction.

I will write xreader, oc x canon and some headcanons that come to mind about the characters I love most.

• How will I organize the blog?

I'll let my mind flow. I won't write obsessively, only when I'm inspired and want to share something with you all.

But that's not all...you can also ask me to write something!

If you want a specific xreader, or a specific AU, feel free to ask. (Just know that I won't be very quick in responding xD)

I'm not a great writer. English isn't my first language, but I'll take the time to write the stories as best I can and make sense of what I put on "paper".

(I also thought about writing something in my native language, but that's something I'll look into in the future.)

I'll be writing about a variety of fandoms, but for now, I'll be writing primarily about the world of RDR2. (I'm obsessed with it.)

• That's enough for now. I'll update this post as I get things organized in my head. I want this place to be fun and enjoyable. I don't want messages of hate, racism, homophobia, or political talk.

• Just creative writing about fantastic worlds that occupy our minds and make us disconnect from everyday life.

(The font I put there were taken from a post I reblogged. They're so cute!)

[thewatcher727]

Writing Description Notes:

Updated 19th October 2025 More writing tips, review tips & writing description notes

Dialogue Tags

Facial Expressions

Masking Emotions

Smiles/Smirks/Grins

Eye Contact/Eye Movements

Blushing

Voice/Tone

Body Language/Idle Movement

Thoughts/Thinking/Focusing/Distracted

Silence

Memories

Happy/Content/Comforted

Love/Romance

Sadness/Crying/Hurt

Confidence/Determination/Hopeful

Surprised/Shocked

Guilt/Regret

Disgusted/Jealous

Uncertain/Doubtful/Worried

Anger/Rage

Laughter

Confused

Speechless/Tongue Tied

Fear/Terrified

Mental Pain

Physical Pain

Tired/Drowsy/Exhausted

Eating

Drinking

Warm/Hot

Cold/Freezing

[shad-art]

Robby is the sun. He shines and helps others see the light even when it's too hard to do it alone, Leaving aside his pain. but even the sun can sometimes fall.

Abbot is the moon. Calm, rational, and trying to comfort the stars, guiding them, even if sometimes he's the first to get lost in the darkness of his pain.

Both find comfort in the day and in the night, but it is when one rises and the other falls that they both lose themselves.

The moment of encounter is dawn and dusk. There they will always find each other and understand that they are never truly alone in their pain.

[shad-rp]

Guys, I need some help. When I was little, I watched a cartoon I barely remember, and I've been looking for it for years.

What I remember is that they were two characters who didn't speak. They were both white, and one seemed to have fur (it looked like a white peanut xD), while the other was some sort of dog.

They traveled around different planets in a spaceship, and the drawing style was 3D. The colors were all white.

Unfortunately I don't remember much else, BUT I NEED HELP.

[henryhussettrp]

The orphanage run by The Hand of Mary convent was a simple barn house with two floors. The first floor held only two spaces, a well stocked kitchen and a large hall with two long tables where the girls ate. The second floor was a series of 9 bedrooms all furnished with three to four beds and one desk and chair.

The house was not exactly warm. The cold found ways through the old wooden boards that made up its walls and swirled around the bodies of the young girls as they dressed for morning. Some grumbled, but most shivered in silence. Like Henry, most of the orphans were glad they were not sleeping in the streets.

The girls were under strict routine: Wake up, dress, breakfast, dishes, morning mass, spiritual instruction, lessons, afternoon prayer, chores, evening mass, then bed. Each day was the same with the only differences being what they learned in class and bath days.

Weeks before his mother left, she had started preparing him for her plan. She pressed upon him a list of rules he should follow while he stayed with the nuns and as always her lessons were taught with a strict hand.

"What should you do if you become sick?" she asked while combing his hair with a wooden comb in their makeshift tent.

"Hide it, Mama".

"And if you can't hide it?"

"Refuse a doctor, Mama".

"What happens if they make you see one anyways?"

Henry paused. He hadn't heard this question before and he wasn't sure what the correct answer was.

"I don't-"

Henry felt a sharp pain at his scalp as his mother curled her fingers into his hair and yanked.

"Don't say you don't know! You fight. You kick, you scream, you make sure he does not touch you! What happens if you're found out?"

Henry knew this one well.

"They send me to fight and I die, Mama" he answered and her grip on his hair loosened.

"Good", she said softly. Gently, she soothed his scalp with her hand and pressed a kiss on the crown of his head, "my sweet baby. They won't get you. No one can have you".

"I'll do it perfect, Mama. I promise". Henry spoke softly. More and more he found himself pacifying his mother. She had always been fearful- of his father, of men- and fiercely protective, but now she was suspicious of everyone. For months Henry had lived speaking to no one besides his mother and world had shrunk down to a small sphere that housed her words and her words alone. If she said he was in danger than Henry believed her. She'd kept them alive so far.

When Euphemia Marie Hussett left Henry at the iron gate that enclosed The Hand of Mary convent grounds Henry believed he would see her again because that was the plan. When it was safe again Mama would come back.

When Henry walked along the dirt path towards the stone church building he told himself he wasn't scared because he knew the plan backwards and forwards. He knew all the 'what ifs' and he knew all their answers. And when a woman in her strange black gown and bat-like headdress took him by the arm and left him before the desk of the Mother Superior, Henry stuttered only a little delivering his practiced line.

"M-my name is He- Henrietta Hussett and my father is dead or missin' and my Mama- my mother and I have been left des-destitute with no food n-nor housin'"

Henry took in the small office room around him. The majority of it was taken up by the Mother Superiors large desk and a small, unlit wood stove. The Mother Superior herself was a pale face in a sea of black and white. Henry marveled at her sagging cheeks and wrinkled skin. He wasn't used to seeing people who got to be so old.

"And your mother? Where is she?" the Mother Superior asked. Despite her soft face, her small and serious eyes gave her the look of a prey animal.

"Gone Ma'am. She left me here. I don't know where she went", said Henry.

He expected the nun to look shocked or at least upset on Henry's behalf. Wasn't it a sad and awful predicament that he has had found himself in? But the woman clucked her tongue, pushed her glasses up her nose and pulled a large notepad from a desk drawer without any sign of emotion. In fact, she looked as if she had heard such terrible news over and over again until it no surprised her at all.

"How old are you Miss Hussett?" she asked as she dipped a pen nib into a glass container of black ink.

"Twelve Ma'am", Henry answered.

"And your letters, can you read and write?"

"N-no Ma'am".

"No, of course not", the Mother Superior said. She was writing something in her notepad with tight, careful flicks of her pen.

Henry waited. Everything in him wanted to fill the silence with pleasantries, polite questions or thoughtful complements to show the woman that he was a good child, but he heard his mother's voice in his head and fer fingers digging into his arm.

Don't speak unless you're spoken to. Only answer questions. Don't say too much.

So instead Henry thought to himself over and over: Talk too much, get found out, die. Talk too much, get found out, die.

"Well, lucky for you a cattle farmer and his wife indentured two of our girls last week, so we have a bed for you", the Mother Superior said. She eyed Henry up and down.

"Come here", she said, turning in her chair so that Henry might stand directly in front of her. Henry hesitated. He thought through his mother's warnings and rules. He had to obey and be respectful so that he didn't get into trouble.

The woman's face was stern and Henry doubted she liked to ask twice, so he made to stand in front of her.

"Hold out your hands", she ordered.

Henry did as he was told. The Mother Superior checked his fingernails, his hair, and made him open his mouth so that she could check his teeth.

"You look healthy, Henrietta, that's good", she said "malnourished and short for your age, but that's mostly to be expected for children like you".

The woman turned back to her desk and her notepad and papers. She waved her hand shewing Henry back towards the office door.

"Go back out and Sister Mary Aster will get you your thing and show you the home".

Sister Mary Aster was waiting outside the office. When she tried to grab Henry's hand he pulled away; she had not been gentle when she'd brought him here and he wasn't ready to be yanked again, but upon looking at Sister Mary Astrid's sour face realized he'd made a mistake.

"I can follow you, miss", Henry said looking down at his feet.

"Well, just be sure to keep up with me. I did not plan on having another girl today and the others will not be appreciative if their supper is late. And it is 'Sister' not 'miss'. Come along". the sister said.

She and Henry walked briskly from the stone church building and through the courtyard towards the boarding house. The sister instructed Henry the entire way.

"You will address the Mother Superior as such. She and the Sisters of Charity run the orphanage and the clinic on the grounds. There are Monks, and Priests living here as well, but they are not responsible for you and you should not bother them. You will be living on the grounds but you should not walk around freely at any time. You will stay in groups with the other girls and the Sisters will take you between the house, the church, and the other buildings. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sister", Henry answered quickly. He was listening carefully. On top of his Mother's rules he had to follow these as well. Being perfectly behaved was the answer to most of his mother's possible scenarios and the tug of Sister Mary Astrid's hand on his arm was not unlike hers.

They entered the large house from the back. There footsteps echoed through the quiet building.

"The girls are in lessons right now. They'll go to prayer afterwards then come back for supper", the Sister said.

She pulled Henry through a large dining area and up creaking steps to a hallway of closed doors. It was only when they reached the other end that Sister Mary Astrid finally let go. There she pulled a ring of keys from somewhere within her clothes.

Henry had seen nuns before but he didn't know a thing about them. Their all black outfits made them look like gliding shadows and hid most of cuts and curves regular dresses accentuated. Henry really hoped he wouldn't have to wear one.

The Sister unlocked the door to reveal a stuffed closet bursting with folded fabric things. She took Henry's bag and looked inside, mentally cataloging his spare pair of underthings, his comb, along with and extra set of stockings and three spare ribbons to tie back his hair. All of which his mother had scrounged and searched for in the weeks leading up to that day. The Sister

Henry shared his room with a skinny girl named Penny about his age and her sister, a pudgie 5 year old named Marnette. Henry suspected the nuns had placed him with the sisters so that he might start taking care of Marnette because Penny would not.

Completely deaf and mute, Penny was prone to bouts of anger- probably, Henry figured- because the unfair reality of her life doubled with the fact that most people assumed she was daft would drive anyone to frustration. Henry saw quickly that Penny could do most of the things the other girls could, especially read and write, which Henry had yet to master.

Marnette was rambunctious and mischievous with a pension for going limp when she didn't get her way. Penny liked to leave her there.

[caffeinewitchcraft]

One of my favorite exercises of all time I call "bucket of words." I am 100% positive there are other iterations of it with better names, but here's how you do it:

Write a character taking an action.

Add 1 object description

Add 1 setting description

Add internal feeling (does not need to be related to action)

Add physical manifestation of feeling (ie sweating, shaking, smiling, etc)

Add setting atmosphere (this MUST be impacted by internal feeling so if your character is scared, atmosphere must be threatening vibes)

Add internal monologue, at least one sentence

Add 1 setting or object description (your choice)

Complete with sentence fragment, ideally either the completion of initial action or a repetition of action sentence.

((Important to note that these do not need to all be separate sentences))

[henryhussettrp]

Heat Me Up, Melt Me Down (nsfw)

Henry nurses a sick Arthur back to health in a small snowy cabin then helps Arthur finally relax.

Dear Lord, it was cold out. Already thick layers of snow coated the outside of the tiny cabin and more was coming down. The world outside disappeared as the snow muffled all noise and blocked out the sun.

Henry had quickly worked to start a fire in the- thankfully standing- hearth, using pieces of damp wood from outside with bits of broken furniture to coax the flame. The heat quickly filled the one room home, if it could be called a home at all.

Besides the stone hearth, the cabin boasted two wooden chairs- one of which was broken, now kindling, a worn deer skin pelt that covered a dirty wood floor, and a single bed fit with a thin bedroll. The cabin itself spanned maybe a measly eight square feet and had two windows; one by the door and another on the adjoining wall.

The wind blew softly outside as Henry shuttered the windows and rolled the deer pelt up to shove into the crack beneath the door.

It was not a terrible storm to be stuck in. The snow was coming down steadily, but the winds were slow. It could be worse. Henry might have been able to continue longer, ride farther, only Arthur had almost fallen from his horse twice before they finally found the cabin left abandoned in the trees.

It wasn't like Arthur to let an illness get the best of him. Usually he was steadfast even with a sniffle or a cough, but this time his stomach had turned sour and a tempestuous fever turned his body molten. It had been a rough few weeks besides and losing his lunch and dinner left Arthur ragged.

Henry tried his best not to fuss. Voicing his concerns only served to worsen Arthur's already shaky moral. Losing Dutch to Micah's machinations, seeing their friends and family run off, splitting ways with John in hopes that either of them had the chance of leaving their past behind, all of it had broken Arthur's heart. Arthur had almost suggested Henry leave with the Marstons- it might be safer- but Henry's dedication and love were strong and he wouldn't be swayed in his path with Arthur.

He'd never say it in so many words, but Henry had already decided he would not suffer to live without Arthur. He just hoped he could avoid becoming a burden.

When the two men found the empty cabin Henry put his foot down and demanded Arthur rest. He helped Arthur into the cabin, made up the bed as best as he could with their extra bedrolls and blankets, and shucked Arthur out of his wet clothes. Arthur grumbled all the way, but his fever was still high. He was covered in a sheen of sweat and Henry knew if he didn't get him dry Arthur could freeze from the cold.

With the horses tied up beneath the trees Henry got to work nursing Arthur back to health. As the sun set Arthur slipped into a heavy sleep, but Henry stayed up almost all night to watch him and stoke the flames.

It took a day before Arthur could keep down more than water and another night before he began to gain his energy back. Finally his fever began to wain and Henry gazed satisfied into those pretty blue eyes. He smiled a small smile and rubbed his hand against Arthur's cheek.

"You need a shave," Henry joked keeping his voice soft.

"A~ah, I'm growin' it out", Arthur said with a chuckle. Henry was glad to hear it. He bent down and pressed a kiss to Arthur's lips. They were cracked from the cold but Henry didn't care. He just loved that he got to kiss them.

Arthur brought his hand up to cup the back of Henry's head and pulled him down with a gentle pressure. At the same time, he wrapped his other arm around Henry's waist and brought their bodies close. Henry hummed, pleased. Arthur was warm. Not burning hot like he'd been two days before, but cozy.

Henry pressed his face into Arthur's neck and sighed. His body relaxed a fraction as he felt the steady thump of Arthur's heart through his chest. But he couldn't relax completely. He had one more thing he wanted to do and he wasn't sure if Arthur would be very happy about it.

Henry pulled himself away and looked at the man he loved. He was a rambunctious, difficult, and wild man. He was often ornery, sometimes distant, but there was no doubt in Henry's mind that Arthur loved him back. Their love was a quiet and peaceful river flowing through their lives. No matter where the river went it's water faithfully flowed.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes", Arthur said, a good natured smile on his face. Henry sat up farther and watched Arthur's mouth fall open in child-like confusion. The look in his eyes said where do you think you're going?

"i'm sorry sweetheart," Henry said, "but you smell". He rose from the bed and stepped to the hearth where he grabbed a metal bucket of water. Arthur groaned and rolled his eyes.

"and not the usual kind'a smell, but like a bed-ridden old man".

"I am a bed-ridden old man", Arthur winged.

"Yer fine~" Henry drawled back.

As Henry closed in with the bucket Arthur began to stir beneath his blankets.

"It's freezin' out", Arthur said. There was a twinge of panic in his voice that made Henry smirk.

"I warmed the water by the fire you big baby. Alright, sit up and strip".

"Goose" Arthur said, using Henry's nickname in a last-ditch effort to save himself, but he knew it wouldn't work and slowly sat up and began to weakly pull at his union suit. Henry placed the water down by the bed and pushed Arthur's hand out of the way to make quick work of the buttons down his chest.

"We'll be movin' again soon enough and you'll feel better if yer not caked in dirt and sweat".

He pushed Arthur's suit off his shoulders and down to his waist. The big man shivered and reached for the rag in Henry's hand.

"Lemme...", Arthur tried, but Henry pushed his hand aside. He brought the cloth up to Arthur's neck and wiped slowly from beneath his ear down to his collarbone. Rivulets of warm water dripped down his shoulder and chest, making its way into Arthur's thick body hair. Henry leaned in and gently kissed the other side of Arthur's neck.

"I'll do it," he murmured against his skin and Arthur shivered again. This time not because of the cold.

Henry washed soft circles around Arthur's shoulders. He wiped carefully Arthur's face and mouth, the back of his neck and down his spine to the small of his back. All the while his face drawn in concentration.

Arthur couldn't help but stare. He placed his hands on either side of Henry's hips as if to steady himself. It was quiet besides the occasional soft sigh which suited him just fine because Arthur was focused on looking at Henry. He studied his face, the blush dusting his cheeks, the way his lashes fanned out from his deep brown eyes. Arthur looked hungrily at Henry's pursed lips and was contemplating leaning in to capture them in a kiss when Henry ran the warm cloth across Arthur's broad chest and followed it with his hand.

His soft fingers skimmed through the hair there and Arthur felt the pad of his thumb brush over his nipple. Henry's eyes looked up to meet Arthur's. There was glint of mischief there that Henry usually hid behind owlish innocence. God, he plays me like drum Arthur thought.

Warm breath ghosted over his skin as Henry leaned in close. Arthur thought his heart might stop. The hand without the rag gripped the side of Arthur's neck and as Henry pressed their mouths together he pushed the cloth down, down, down his stomach, stopping just above the folds of his union suit just above his groin.

Henry pushed his hand into Arthur's hair and gave a soft tug. At the same time his tongue traced Arthur's bottom lip then slipped into his mouth.

Arthur groaned and his half hard cock twitched in his lap. His skin was buzzing. He wasn't sure if he was hot or cold, only that he was electric. He pushed his hands up Henry's back and yanked at the small, round buttons that lined his spine.

The dress gave some resistance, but eventually came open. In the back of Arthur's mind he hoped he hadn't popped any of the buttons off because Henry would surely be upset, but in the moment he didn't have the time to care.

He broke their kiss as Henry shifted onto the bed, climbing into Arthur's lap.

"How much extra's the deluxe bath, sweetheart?" Arthur teased softly. Out of breath.

"It's free for you, honey", said Henry with a sweet smile.

He reached down and peeled the dress up and off of himself revealing even more layers left to go. To keep warm in the cold weather Henry had become a matryoshka doll of clothes, but together they made quick work of all of it until Henry sat completely nude.

Arthur ran his hands down Henry's chest and marveled not for the first time at how small he seemed in Arthur's hands. He messaged the soft flesh at Henry's sides and pressed his thumbs in firm circles over the bone of his hips. Then without warning Arthur shifted to take his ass in his hands and gave it a firm squeeze.

Henry moaned and arched is back. He pushed his butt back into Arthur's hands and the tip of his cock bobbed in the air. It was already completely hard. Arthur wasted no time spitting on to his fingers and reaching between Henry's cheeks to rub at his hole.

"This isn't-" Henry breathed, "what I- w- was s'posed to be- ugh- doin'!"

Arthur pushed the tip of his pointer finger into Henry. He moaned and grabbed Arthur's shoulders.

"what were you s'posed to be doin' hm?" Arthur teased. He heard Henry take in a lungful of air and watched his flushed chest rise. He was thinking about pressing his tongue over those pretty pink nipples when when Henry reached back pressed his hand against Arthur's

At the same time he ground his hips down and pressed Arthur's finger all the way into his wet heat. Arthur felt the way the walls of Henry's hole clenched down on him. Quickly Henry pulled Arthur's hand down and then back up, fucking himself with his finger.

Henry met Arthur's eyes with a heavy stare.

"I'm takin' care of you", he said.

Arthur had thought he'd taken control of this heated exchange, but he was begining to realize that Henry wasn't going to give up so easily. When Henry pulled his hand loose from inside him and began pushing Arthur back down onto the bed, he started thinking it would be a good idea to let it happen. In fact it would be better than good- it would be incredible.

Arthur sighed as he looked up at the man on top of him. It was dark inside the cabin with most of the light coming from the fire in the hearth. Red and yellow light danced across Henry's pale skin and turned his brown eyes golden. Henry looked down at him with unbridled hunger and it was all Arthur could do not to grab ahold of himself and jerk off at the sight of him. Instead he reached up and found the pin holding up Henry's hair and pulled it loose.

His light hair turned golden fell like silk over his shoulders. Now Henry looked truly wild- or powerful like a god- or both.

"I want you to take care'a me, Henry", Arthur said. He let the pin fall to the floor and felt himself melt into a rare state of helplessness. "Please"

Henry hummed and ran his hands up and down Arthur's chest. It wasn't often they took this position when they had sex. Most times Arthur moved over Henry and touched him, loved him, used him while Henry opened himself up to accept it all.

Even in their day to day life, Arthur shouldered the brunt of the responsibility and did the hardest of tasks when it came to keeping them alive. Henry worked hard too, but when it came to survival, Arthur tended to know best.

All that considered, Henry knew how to love Arthur. He knew how to care for him and was planning on doing just that.

He took a hold of Arthur's hand again and brought it to his mouth. Henry pursed his lips and let a rivulet of spit fall down to coat Arthurs fingers again. Then he maneuvered the hand between his legs and guided two fingers up against his entrance.

"keep your hand stiff", Henry said and once Arthur nodded in understanding he sank down onto his fingers in one motion taking them all the way to the last knuckle.

Henry's brow creased in concentration. They had no lubrication on hand, but he didn't want to go slow.

Still holding Arthur's hand in place, Henry began to move himself up and down with small movements of his hips. Arthur watched him fuck himself on his fingers and his cock ached for attention making a tent in the pants of his union suit. He wanted to touch himself badly but instead reached for Henry. He wrapped his hand around Henry's bouncing cock and felt the soft skin rub against his palm.

Henry let out a high pitched moan and Arthur knew he made the right choice. He had to do his part in helping Henry prep himself. The sooner his pretty love opened up for him, the sooner he would get his reward. Arthur was used to doling out pleasure and praise for Henry in bed. Now it was his turn to be a good boy.

Henry's eyes were sharp, watching his petite dick push in and out of Arthur's hand.

"Yer so sweet, Arthur", Henry cooed, his voice strained. "So smart. Thats j- just what I n- needed, hmmm. Im gonna take- oh- one more finger now. Be good and give me one more, sweetheart".

"Anythin' fer you", Arthur said and lined his third finger up as Henry slowed to take it.

Henry pushed down onto them and Arthur felt the muscles in his ass tense and then relax. He saw Henry hiss at the stretch and marveled at his ability to take pain in order to receive pleasure.

Slowly as Henry began to move again Arthur let his fingers curl. He felt inside the wet heat for a place he knew well enough by now and when he found it, pressed his fingers up against that sweet spot. Henry let out a cry.

"Arthur! Oh!"

He pressed his ass down on to Arthur's hand and rolled his hips in a hypnotic circular motion.

"Almost ready fer you", he said. He reached down and grabbed the scrunched up fabric of Arthur's suit and pulled it down his thighs.

Arthurs cock sprang free and Henry wasted no time getting his hands around it.

"I've missed you~", Henry said wolfishly like one might say to their favorite food. Arthur moaned in response and Henry began to pump his hard cock from bottom to top, pressing his thumb up against the vein on its underside. His tip was red and shiny with precum. The sudden stimulation made Arthurs entire body spasm and he faultered in his attention to Henry's hole, his fingers slipping loose with a slick squelch.

"s-sorry-" Arthur gasped between moans.

"yer alright, honey, you did good openin' me up for you", Henry said. "Now all's left for me to do is get you wet and ready for me".

Henry began to scoot back down the bed and lowered himself over Arthur.

He watched in rapture as Henry's shiny pink lips got closer and closer to his cock. Finally Henry pressed his face into Arthur's groin and rubbed his shaft up against his cheek. Henry's skin was so soft, but it couldn't compare to the searing wetness of his tongue as he dragged from Arthur's base all the way to his tip.

Then he pushed the tip past his lips and into his mouth. In small motions Henry bobbed his head pushing the flat of his tongue against Arthurs heavy head. Henry couldn't take much of him into his mouth, but he did his best, sucking and pushing his head down so Arthur could feel the roof of his mouth.

Only when Henry's eyes began to water did he bring his head back up. As his lips came back over the head all the built up saliva slipped from his mouth and ran down the sides of Arthur's cock. Henry spit again for good measure before spreading it evenly with his hands.

While Henry had had him in his mouth Arthur had been unsure of what to do with his hands. Usually he was pressing them into Henry, squeezing his soft flesh, holding his arms against the mattress. He wasn't used to having them free.

The idea of holding Henry's head while he sucked his cock felt so sacrilege that he finally stuck them beneath his back. It was Henry who was in control of Arthur's body and his pleasure, not the other way around.

When Henry raised his head to see Arthur with his hands tucked beneath him his face broke for a second, revealing an innocent look of surprise. Henry's cheeks flushed pink and his eyes grew big. Suddenly, he was struck with overwhelming love for the man beneath him.

Quickly he untucked Arthur's hands and brought them up to his face to kiss them. He pressed Arthur's palms against his warm cheeks and sighed.

"Yer so good, Arthur. So good to me", he said. "You take care of me so well. So perfect. And now you've been such a good boy".

Henry placed Arthur's hands on his slim waist and moved to straddle Arthur's hips.

"Even when I'm takin' care of you, yer bein' so sweet helpin' me get ready for you".

On his knees, Henry began to line himself up with Arthurs cock.

"hold me up, baby, I need your strong arms".

Slowly he pressed Arthur's tip against his hole and messaged it back and forth. Arthur moaned and had to fight to keep his eyes open as anticipation grew inside him.

"Henry. Want you-"

Henry lowered himself down onto Arthur. Arthur felt that tight ring of muscle press over his cock head and his hips twitch up. Without meaning to, Arthur pressed a fourth of himself into Henry's hole.

Henry gasped and pressed his hands firmly into Arthur's chest for leverage.

"S-silly of me", Henry stuttered, "to think I had tamed a man so wild- ugh. I've had my way with you this whole time. It's only a matter'a time you start testin' me".

"Sorry, Henry, sorry", Arthur pleaded. He'd worked so hard to be good. He was so close to his prize.

"I know you can be good for me, Arthur", Henry said, running his hands through the hair on Arthur's chest. Soothing him.

"Now you can show me. I want you to pull me down onto you re~al slow. Go when I tell you and stop when I say so or else you might hurt me, understand?" Henry said. He did his best to sound strern, but he was panting and there was a tremor in his voice.

Arthur's hands tightened on his hips.

"I would never hurt you. never on purpose" Arthur said with a look in his eye that said please believe me.

"I know, baby, I know. I'm always safe with you. Yer so careful with me. Go ahead, pull me down a bit. Real slow- mmn! God, Arthur!" Henry moaned as Arthur pulled him slowly down. He wanted badly to push up into Henry all the way, to feel that all encompassing pressure squeeze around his cock until his balls were pressed up against Henry's plump ass.

"mmh so good, baby... Okay, hold on" Henry said. Arthur stilled. He trembled. He was about a third of the way in, but he stayed still.

Henry bit his bottom lip and his eyes fluttered closed as he breathed slowly through his nose. He reached down and wrapped one slender hand around his own dick and gave it a slow pump. Then he opened his eyes.

"See how sweet you are for me?" Henry said. "You spend so much time thinkin' about what to do, where to go, all of it. Now you don't have to think. Just listen real well and I'll help you feel good".

Henry told him to go again and he did, slowly. Inch by inch Henry took Arthur inside him. About half way down Arthur's arms began to shake with holding Henry up, as light as he was. Henry needed him to stop one more time to adjust and when there was only a bit left to go he adjusted his hands on Arthurs chest to hold his own weight.

"you've been perfect, honey. I'm almost there", Henry said. "You know you fill me up so tight. Even just this much and you hit all the right spots. My big man".

Arthur only moaned. His body buzzed with want and energy. It took all he had just to stay still. Just one hard thrust up and he would have all of him. Henry could tell he was reaching his limit.

Slowly he moved Arthurs hands from his waist down to rest on his thighs.

"I got you now, Arthur. No more workin'. No more fightin'. Jus' you and me now".

Then Henry began to rise. Much faster than when Arthur had been pushed inside him he felt Henry pull off of him. He made a tragically helpless noise. It felt good, that tight pressure pulling up on his cock, but it was the wrong direction. He wanted to be surrounded by Henry, completely seated in him. He wanted- he needed-

Henry rose up on his knees until the tip of Arthur's leaking cock sat snug inside his entrance and he breathed. His chest rose once, twice, and on the third exhale Henry sank. All at once he took Arthur down to his base.

Henry moaned and Arthur gave out a shout. Before Arthur could speak or even think, Henry began to move.

Steadily, he dragged himself up Arthur's cock and pushed himself down again. Arthur felt his head push and drag against the walls of Henry's hole. The muscles in Henry's thighs tensed and relaxed under Arthur's fingertips and as Henry bounced so did his hair. As Arthur looked up at him it seemed almost like Henry had wings.

Arthur pressed his head back into the bed. He gripped Henry's thighs tight and felt his release coming already. Distantly he worried he'd come too soon and leave Henry wanting more, but the thought came and went as Henry started to chant his name over and over again.

The heat, the pressure, the pace, all of it was exactly what Arthur needed. He felt a molten heat grow in his core. Over and over again, Henry fucked himself down onto him, rubbing every sensitive nerve of his dick and squeezing him tight.

Henry took his own cock in his hand again and started to tug himself off to the beat of his own bouncing on Arthur's.

"Arthur, Arthur- uhh- hm- ah!" Henry moaned and grunted in quick sticato as if Arthur's hardness was pushing the sound out of him.

"Henry", Arthur called out for him and Henry came, leaning down over him.

Henry's long hair fell like curtains around them Arthur could only look into his bottomless brown eyes. Each push into Henry brought a wave of pleasure down his cock and into his groin. He felt it zap up his spine and he arched his back, finally unable to resist the urge to move.

He wrapped his arms around Henry's back and thrust up into him wildly. He felt the thwack of Henry's dick hit his stomach and his own pelvis smack into the soft curve of Henry's ass over and over again.

Suddenly a mighty shudder took over his body and he grabbed Henry's ass with one hand pushing him down onto his cock as he bucked up in quick jagged thrusts.

When he came it felt like a tight ball of tension in his gut unspooled and the pressure of the past weeks left him weightless. Henry's hole tugged on Arthur's cock on every lift up. It was as if he was being pulled in and sucked dry. Arthur shouted as he spasmed and wave after wave of pleasure roller over him.

Henry let out a gutteral groan as he felt Arthur's cum turn his insides slick. He was still chasing his own release, but suddenly his legs felt like gelatin and he wasn't sure if he could move anymore. With a desperate whimper Henry began to rock himself down on Arthur's softening cock, thrusting into his own hand.

In his haze, Arthur heard Henry cry weakly and looked up to watch his face. Henry had his eyes shut. His cheeks were red and his forehead creased. Quick as a shooting star, a small tear slipped down his cheek and onto Arthur's chest.

With what energy he had left, Arthur sat up and reached between their bodies to wrap his hand around Henrys length. Arthur took over at a steady pace, pressed Henry's face into the crook of his neck, and rocked their bodies together.

"yer turn, Henry. Jus' let go now. Cum for me, Henry. I want you to cum for me, please"

Henry keened weekly and came apart. His small frame shook in Arthur's arms and his hands scrambled to hold on. His cock spasmed in Arthur's slowing hand. Then he finally stilled.

For a few brief moments the two were completely silent. When Henry resurfaced, his eyes were wet with tears. All that tension Arthur had been carrying, Henry had shouldered too.

"You did so good, Henry", Arthur said. He reached a hand up to wipe at Henry's cheek. "I'm sorry I left you alone. Were you scared?"

"A little, at first... I wasn't sure- I was worried that- what if-"

"Shhh", Arthur squeezed Henry tight against his chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of his head, his cheek. On his lips he lingered just a bit longer. "You did perfect. I'm fit as a fiddle now, baby. And my 'get well' present was mighty fine too".

That got Arthur a smile. Good.

Slowly, he laid Henry down onto the bed, placing soft kisses as they went.

"you rest now," Arthur said.

"okay..." Henry sighed and closed his eyes without a fight.

When he finally drifted off, Arthur pulled his union suit the rest of the way off and used it to wipe Henry clean. Then he stoked the fire to keep it going and crawled back into bed. Arthur pulled Henry to him and swaddled them in blankets. Soon they'd go out into the cold again, but for now they would rest in the safety of each other's arms.

[henryhussettrp]

Anywhere with You: Henry x Arthur Morgan Masterlist

Henry meets Arthur (Part 1)

Henry Meets Arthur (Part 2)

Tip Me Over, Pour Me Out (Arthur Meets Henry)

Ask the One Who Made Me (Part 1)

Call Me, Call Me, Call Me

Henry and Arthur's First Time (Part 1)

Bloom: Henry and Arthur's First Time (Part 2)

[shad-writes]

"A rainy evening."

Modern AU ( @henryhussettrp It made me want to write in this universe xD)

Characters: Shad (my oc), Hornet (my oc), Charlotte (my oc)

I needed something soft and with warm vibes. This seems like the best time to me. It's almost Christmas!

The small drops of water falling from the sky landed on the ground after a mad rush against each other. Rain wasn't usually a problem in Texas, it was sunny most of the time, but that December evening it had decided to overdo it, with thunder and lightning flashing every now and then.

Shad was sitting on the couch, a blanket over her lap and a book in her hand, a half-full cup of tea beside her. She loved those moments. They reminded her of her childhood days, when she would sit in an armchair and enjoy watching the drops compete with each other and decide who was the winner. As the years passed, she had begun to appreciate the sound of the rain, combined with the warmth of the fire in the ranch fireplace.

A quiet evening after a stressful day.

Shad had gone to school that morning, had taught class, and stayed in the bare building until late. When she returned to the ranch, she had to sort out some papers and check her email. But now she could rest and she couldn't ask for anything better.

The house was silent. The crackling of the fire and the patter of the rain were the only sounds that could be heard. Shad was alone. She often was, especially when Hornet went out.

Hornet... The man who worked for her on the ranch and whom she had known for seven years, had gone out that evening with her six-year-old daughter to show her some fun. They had gone out in the afternoon, but Shad hadn't seen them all day, and now that there was a storm outside, she hoped they were sheltering somewhere.

'We won't be late, but you can go to sleep. I'll lock the door.' This was the message Hornet sent her while Shad was preparing her dinner and to which she responded with a simple thumbs-up emoji.

Of course, she'd wait up for them. She was tired. Yes, but not so tired that she couldn't bear to say hello to her favorite little girl. Shad had known Charlotte since she was just two years old. She remembered the exact day Hornet brought her to the Ranch and introduced her to him. At that time he wasn't going through a good situation, he had just split up with his wife and Shad hadn't hesitated for a moment to help him with the little girl.

So now it was Hornet and Shad who shared the same roof and where the gruff man worked all day on the ranch, waiting for the weekends, when he could see his Charlotte. Shad couldn't help but thank him for everything.

The yellowish page of the book was turned with a light touch, Shad was ready to know who had killed the owner of the house in a small important village in Yorkshire, When the door of the house burst open.

"Daddy, I'm all wet!" A tone bordering on crying reached her ears and Shad frowned apprehensively. "I know, honey. Let's dry off now, okay?" Hornet threw the soaked umbrella into the umbrella stand outside the door and quickly closed it. It looked like they'd taken in more water than had come down.

"Was the umbrella broken or did you not like the idea of using it?" Shad walked over to Charlotte and pulled her bathing cap off her head, revealing her straight, amber hair that she loved to brush. "Give me your jacket, darling, we'll put it out to dry." The fireplace would have done its job.

"It's pouring with rain. The umbrella was practically useless." Hornet was annoyed, you could see it all over his face. The thought of his daughter getting wet made him that way, and Shad found it adorable.

"I see...what do you think about a nice hot shower to make up for it a bit?" Charlotte's gloves, scarf, and boots were removed and put out to dry by Shad, while Hornet grunted in annoyance at the water. That man dealt with mud every day, but when it came to water he was like a child.

"I like the rain, but when it thunders it's scary..." The truths of a six-year-old girl and her fears. Shad caressed her cold cheek and smiled. "I know, darling, but you're home now, warm and safe."

Charlotte hugged her, smiling, and the half-vampire held Press in her arms. They hadn't seen each other for a week, and each time the little girl had something new to tell her. Besides being happy to see her.

"Today dad took me to the playground and then I ate a delicious dessert!" Her voice was as excited as ever. "Only then it started to rain and Dad tried to shelter us with the umbrella." The sound that was going to disappoint at the memory.

Shad listened to her the whole way to the bathroom, followed by Hornet, alert as ever, but calm. Even though he didn't say it, Shad's presence was perfect for Charlotte.

So the little girl was bathed, Hornet cleaned up, and put her daughter to bed. She was exhausted and the next day she wanted to have fun riding or playing in the little playground on the ranch. Shad and Hornet had built it for her when she was four.

A goodnight kiss, the door closed, and a tired sigh from the tall man. It had been a peaceful, yet stressful, day. Keeping up with a little girl wasn't easy.

Meanwhile, Shad had finished her tea and returned to the sofa and her blanket, to finish reading that chapter and finally understand who the real killer was.

"I hope your day was less stressful than mine." A hand in his freshly washed, short hair with the blow-dry of someone who hadn't rested in days. Shad looked at him with a raised eyebrow, Shaking her head.

"Stressful and busy." She informed him. "But I solved it with a book, some hot tea and a blanket." Shad closed the book and made room for Hornet on the couch, and he didn't hesitate to sit down, his neck resting on the backrest.

"Excellent. I hope it won't be like that tomorrow." But he also knew it would be a feat with Charlotte. He closed his eyes. At 37, Hornet already felt old.

"With Charlotte? I'm sorry, Hornet, but I don't think it's going to be a peaceful day." The man snorted, as if to say he didn't need her confirmation, and Shad smiled. "Don't be so dramatic, it'll be fine."

Another sigh from him. This time, however, he seemed resigned, almost relaxed. Shad knew it wasn't just looking after a little girl alone, But Hornet had been a good father these past seven years. Shad was about to say something else, but when she heard the man's heavy breathing, She stood silently watching him for a moment.

Hornet was a rough-hewn man. Not a city dweller, he was imposingly built and could intimidate with just a glance. That was the impression she got the first time she saw him. But he was a faithful man and a man of his word, and that's why she hired him.

Seeing him sleeping was rare and even more so on the sofa next to someone, but that evening, between the tiredness of the day and the warmth of the fireplace, He had abandoned himself to sleep and to the presence of the half-vampire, who, while she resumed reading her book, hoped that Hornet felt truly at ease there, with her, Enough to be able to sleep and lower his defenses, just for one night.

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[sleekberserkeranomaly]

Reconnection

The following is written after Henry comes home to Ellis’ farm.  This story is of their first night back together again.  I hope you enjoy!

Ellis kept kissing him in between reaffirming that he loved him.  This was exactly what he wanted.  What he needed.  Henry had been so gentle with him and all his feelings.  He knew Henry could sense all his inner turmoil.  He didn’t feel very adept at hiding it anyways.  He wanted to feel secure but he couldn’t always shut off the part of his mind that carried so much doubt.  That part was thankfully very silent now.

Their mouths were pressed together hard.  Ellis was hungrily biting at Henry’s lip between kisses.  Henry breathed deeper and louder until he was sighing into his mouth.  Henry had crawled up Ellis on the edge of the bed to straddle him.  Slowly he started grinding his hips against Ellis.  In seconds, Ellis could feel Henry start to harden up against him.  Ellis himself was already completely stiff but it was trapped downward against his thigh.  He reached down to adjust himself and his cock sprang upward toward the waist of his pants.  Henry found it immediately and then sat down against it.  The weight of him put just the right amount of pressure against the base of Ellis’ cock and he moaned.  He could feel Henry’s lips curl into a smile as they kissed.

Ellis' hands were already cupping Henry’s ass.  He was desperate for Henry.  This was the last hurdle to quiet his mind.  He needed to feel him again.  To see him again.  He needed to touch him, taste him, be inside of him.  He needed to feel Henry’s pleasure wash over him and he needed Henry to worship him in turn.  Once he had that they would fully be reconnected.  They would be together.  Henry would be his and he would be Henry’s.

Henry slowed the winding of his hips on top of Ellis to a stop.  He then pulled back from the kiss to look him in the eyes.  Ellis, for a brief moment wondered if this is where his fantasy ended.  Henry spoke quickly as he caught his breath.  “Darlin, no offense, but we’ve been travelin for a bit now to get back here.  I think you might do with a bath.  Go get cleaned up real quick and I’ll be here when you get back.”

Henry was right.  His nose was most likely numb to it by now but it had been a hard trip.  He probably stank like horse right now and Ellis wouldn’t have wanted anything to sully this memory for them anyway.  He bashfully nodded and pulled Henry off his waist.  Then he placed him on the bed and said - “You better be here when I get back.  I want you so bad right now, you have no idea.”  Henry’s eyes wandered down to the girthy bulge in his pants and said “I think I do have an idea actually.  Don’t you worry honey.  I’ll just be here getting ready for you.  Don’t take too long.” Henry winked at him and Ellis practically ran into the bathroom.

The water was still warm from Henry’s wash and Ellis shucked his clothes off before hopping in.  He scrubbed himself hastily, taking breaks to smell himself to see what progress he was making.  He washed the road out of his long hair.  He cleaned his face to get it in the best shape possible.  Henry would be kissing it again very soon and he deserved only the best  Ellis could manage.  He looked down and his cock was still stiff, excited for what was waiting for him in the other room.  It poked up out of the water and didn’t seem able to be reasoned with right now.  After a few minutes the door creaked open.  Ellis stood with his jaw practically on the floor as Henry leaned against the doorframe.  The silky white chemise hugged his frame along one side and fell loose on the other as his body was posted on an angle up against the wall.  The front was tented by Henry’s own erection.  Henry was not well endowed but it didn’t need to be big to impress Ellis.  The sight of it always made Ellis wild with lust.

Henry strutted over to the corner of the room and leaned his shoulderblades against the wall.  He kept his waist further out leaning forward to keep just enough space for what he had planned.  He eyed Ellis ravenously and reached his hands down.  One crept under his chemise in the front and started gently tugging at his own dick.  The other made its way to the back and judging by the motion, Henry was starting to leisurely finger himself.  

Ellis forgot what he was doing and stood there watching him work himself over.  “Oh my god darlin.” was all he could manage and his voice cracked even during that.  Henry smiled over at him.  “If you aint gonna keep washing then get your big ass out here.”  Ellis stood immediately.  The water trailed from his round shoulders, down through the silver/black curls decorating his chest, down over the little round of his belly, it trailed over his cock that was twitching up and down in Henry’s direction, down past his muscled thighs and finally back down into the basin.  Ellis stepped out onto the floor, feeling the coolness of it beneath the soles of his feet.  He used the towel he placed there to start drying himself off but took special care not to take his eyes off Henry.  

Ellis knew enough about Henry to know that he loved attention and Ellis was happy to give it to him.  Frequently, when they were together he’d think to himself “That’s it.. That’s the most gorgeous anybody could ever look” when staring at Henry.  He had all these contenders for the best still image of him seared into his brain. One was when Henry rounded the corner after meeting him at the saloon the next night.  Another was Henry’s dress kicking up as they danced together in the saloon.  Another was him staring into Ellis’ eyes with his mouth curled into an “O” shape as Ellis made him cum with his hands.  There were dozens more.  All of which had Ellis spellbound in one way or another.  This sight of Henry in the dimly lit bathroom playing with himself might have just taken over the top spot.

Henry’s eyes trailed over Ellis’ body as he dried himself off.  Henry’s eyes lingered on his throbbing member which was looking directly back at him.  Henry bit his lip and Ellis could see both of his hands  work a little faster. Ellis stroked himself a few times for Henry’s entertainment.  His cock was so grateful for the attention.  It was aching to feel Henry.  He wanted to feel his hands again, his tongue, the snug walls of his asshole tensing around every inch.  He wanted it all and Henry looked ready to oblige.  He closed the distance between them but Henry didn’t move.  He just let his eyes wander back up to meet Ellis’.  Ellis looked down at him voraciously.  Then, without a word, he bent over and reached one arm  under his shoulders and the other behind the back of Henry’s knees.  Ellis stood back up and brought Henry with him in a cradle.  Henry yelped at the sudden helplessness of being picked up but relaxed in his arms immediately.  His hands kept working though.  Ellis was so jealous of them.

Ellis carried him back over to the bed.  Then when he had him directly over it he gently laid him down.  Then he crawled into the bed himself.  The thought of having Henry with him here every night made him dizzy.  He tried to focus his mind on the here and now but it was difficult to concentrate.  The shift of his anxiety being so intense as he brought Henry home to it melting away so suddenly was disorienting.  The way his heart was racing and the fact that seemingly all the blood flow in his body was concentrated in his cock wasn’t helping.  He wanted nothing more than to ravage Henry all night long but his damned nerves were betraying him once again.  

As he tried to quiet his mind he felt Henry hug him and pull himself in close.  He rested the point of his chin on Ellis’ thick chest and looked up into his eyes.  Henry understood.  He always understood.  The way he felt cared for around Henry sometimes made him want to tear up.  “It’s okay… I’m here.  I’m not going anywhere” Henry whispered.  He continued - “We are going to take care of each other now.  We’re going to do that tonight and every night afterward, okay?  I got you darlin… and I know you always got me.  Just relax.  I’m gonna make you feel real good.  Then you take over when you’re good n ready.”

Henry started grinding himself up against the muscles in Ellis’ thigh.  Ellis wasn’t sure if he’d ever felt Henry this hard before.  Then at the same time, he slowly let his hand trail downward.  Ellis' breath was quick and shallow as he felt it creeping down toward his cock.  He wanted it so bad but couldn’t understand why his mind wouldn’t relax and let him enjoy it.  He was trying to understand it.  To talk himself out of his own head and be more present.  To savor this moment as he had been dreaming of it for months.  Henry must have sensed his anxiousness and suddenly he was kissing him.  

His mind blanked near instantly and soon he was licking at Henry’s lips and sucking at his tongue.  Henry was dancing his tongue around his in response.  He felt Henry’s hand entangled in the dark curls of his pubic hair.  He was so close now and his cock tensed hard.  It stood upright and taut and he felt the muscle in his taint tighten.  The tips of Henry’s fingers had just started to graze the base of him.  Then they inched forward until Henry had grasped ahold of his base.  Ellis had gripped Henry’s face on both sides and held him firm so he could work him over with his tongue.  He groaned into Henry’s sweet mouth as a shiver coursed through him.

Henry was finally touching him after all this time.  A spike of electricity coursed through his body and his mind finally, mercifully, fell silent.  He broke the kiss just for a moment to moan “Yyyessss” as Henry stroked him.  Then dove back in for more.  He never wanted to stop tasting Henry’s lips.  Henry had snaked his free arm around Ellis’ broad shoulder to hug him close. It also gave him the leverage he needed to grind into him.  He did it hard.  Ellis could feel him twitch against his thigh and he flexed the muscles in his legs to give him something pleasant to rub up against.  Henry moaned.  Ellis moaned in reply.  

Henry’s hand started to speed up.  Ellis was so sensitive and his breath caught in his throat.  The warmth of Henry’s body, the feeling of his hips winding against him, his little hand working so hard to stroke him off was too much sensation for him to handle.  He was so starved for Henry’s touch.  He was so overwhelmed with sensation, emotion, and relief as his nerves subsided.  “Ugh… that’s it honey.  I got you tonight.” Henry purred into his ear.  “You are sensitive aren’t you?” he teased him.  “That’s good.  I’m going to make you feel amazing.  We’re going to take care of each other.. Always.  Ugh… tonight you are first” 

Ellis didn’t want to cum so soon.  He didn’t want to ever cum first either.  Henry would always be his to take care of.  His to ravage and please and worship in equal measures.  He wanted to tell him so but Henry’s hand felt so good against him and he could barely think.  He settled for kissing him and palming the roundness of his ass before letting a fingertip start to tease around his hole in small circles.  The added sensation of Henry’s tightness wasn’t helping him maintain control.

Henry could sense it too.  Ellis was sure it was obvious with the throbbing his cock kept doing in Henry’s palm and the unsteady panting he was doing in Henry’s ear.  Henry slowed his stroking down just a touch to a nice methodical long gesture.  His grip relaxed just a bit as well.  Almost a tease against his skin.  Like the gentlest little kiss.  Every time his hand came up over his head a fire blazed through him.  Every time it trailed down to his base his lower half stiffened and went rigid.  His hips were bucking into Henry’s hand and the pressure was building inside him.  His finger was now two knuckles deep into Henry and Henry was leaving a pool of precum in the short hairs covering his thigh.  Ellis would have done unspeakable things just to taste it.  The thought of it all, every sensation was making him weak.  His control was slipping more and more.  Henry felt it too and was now glaring at him.  Watching the every twist of his face as he was barreling toward his orgasm.  

“Go ahead… it’s okay…. Cum for me Ellis”

Ellis' vision was going white.  He penetrated Henry as deep as his finger could go and he could feel Henry grinding up against him higher and higher on his body.  He was desperate to hold on but he was right at the edge.  Just a few more strokes and he was going to cum all over them both.  

“Listen to me darlin…. I love you…. Plea…. Please cum for me.”  Henry pleaded with him.

Ellis started to feel it on the brink.  He had to make a decision right now.  

“UGH stop!” Ellis said as he reached down and pulled Henry’s hand away from him.  His body spasmed, feeling the instant removal of the blissful sensation of Henry’s hand.  Ellis held him firm as Henry looked at him expectantly with maybe a bit of a worried expression in his eyes.

“I love you too darlin… I love you so much… Thank you, but you first tonight.  I don’t want to cum like that right now.  I want to be inside you when you make me cum.”  Ellis said.

The worry faded from Henry’s face and he replied  “You can have whatever you want tonight honey.  I don’t mind working a little harder for it.”.  A playful smile crept across his face and he moved to straddle Ellis once more.  He sat up high on him so that his dick was on his belly.  He left Ellis cock convulse helplessly behind him and didn’t dare touch it as it was still on the brink.  Then Henry started to hump him and groped his defined chest with a hand on each pec.  Ellis collected the pillows behind his head to put himself a bit more upright.  Partially so he could get a good look at Henry, partially so Henry didn’t have to bend down so far to kiss him, and partially so that Henry’s perfect pink little cock had more pressure from Ellis' body to rub up against.

Henry took full advantage of it all.  He was groping Ellis’ chest and clawing his fingers into him.  He whipped his head back and his long blonde hair flowed down beautifully.  The duality of Henry was fascinating to Ellis.  He was so graceful and elegant but when Ellis turned him on he became so fierce.  All those delicate, feminine features attached to this man who was groaning and grinding against him lewdly made Ellis crazed.  Henry stopped his hands running across his chest just for a moment to guide Ellis’ hand back to his rear.  “Get me ready for you” he said looking down at Ellis.  

Ellis fingered him and pinched at his nipples.  Henry was tight but he wanted it and his mind seemed to be focused on the feeling of Ellis’ body pressed up against the underside of his cock.  He accepted Ellis’ finger eagerly after just the slightest bit of hesitance. Ellis started driving it into him in tandem with the movements of Henry’s hips.  As Henry pulled back, Ellis’ fingers drove in deep.  As Henry lurched forward, Ellis’ fingers drew back out of him.  Ellis kept inching forward more and more so that Henry was taking it harder and harder.  Soon he pressed a second fingertip in him as well and let him work his hole over it.

Ellis looked down to see Henry’s swollen cock and saw the wetness leaking out of his slit.  God did he want a taste of him.  Henry’s movements had slowly begun crawling up from the bottom of Ellis’ belly, to his abs, and now his cockhead was poking toward his sternum with every forward stroke.  If Ellis craned his neck forward he would be just inches from taking him in his mouth.  He eyed it hungrily.  

Henry was going fast now.  His hole had fully relaxed to take Ellis’ fingers and Ellis was thoroughly enjoying penetrating him.  His own cock was begging for attention but he knew Henry would take care of him later.  He needed to let the sensitivity drain away anyway so he could savor being inside him once again when it was his turn.  Henry was now sweating at his brow and taking quick raspy breaths.  Delicious looking precum was trailing out his head onto Ellis’ chest.  Ellis knew he was close now.

“Is this how you want it darlin?”  Ellis’ confidence was gaining now and he wanted to talk Henry through his orgasm.  “MMmm…. Ugh…. Is…. Is this okay with you?  It’s probably going to get all over you.” Henry asked him with a sly smirk.  They both knew how much Ellis loved his sweet taste.  Ellis had no problem with where this was heading. In fact he couldn’t wait.  

“This is more than okay darlin.  Go ahead.  Listen to me.  I want to taste you Henry.  Just tell me right when you are about to cum, okay?”  

“Mmmmhmmm.. Al… almost…  I’m so close!” Henry was inching forward more between every grind of his hips.

“I know, let it out.  Give it to me.”

“Uggghhhh” Henry’s body came forward another inch or two and now was right in the center of his chest.

“I know darlin, I know it feels good.  I want it.  Cum for me.”

“Ellis…  Ellis…”

“Go ahead.  Tell me Henry.  I want to hear you say it.”

“I’m gonna….  Oh god… I’m gonna cum for you Ellis…..”

Ellis felt his hole tighten around his fingers first.  Some carnal desire in  him made him drive his fingers in and out as he came.  He wanted Henry to get used to cumming while he was being penetrated.  He planned on it happening a lot more in the future.  Then, Ellis drank in the sight of him and opened his mouth as a target for Henry.  The first shot sprayed into his chest hair.  Then as Henry pressed himself forward his pretty cock angled more upright toward Ellis’ face.  A thick rope of cum erupted from him as Henry’s body shuddered.  It landed square on Ellis’ tongue.  He closed his mouth around it and swallowed greedily.  Henry was shaking on top of him as more and more ivory white poured out of him.  Ellis felt it pooling hot on his body.  He fingered Henry hard and relentlessly.  Henry was wailing on top of him in between uneven breaths.  Ellis reached up and grabbed him firm by the hair.  Henry had closed his eyes as he came but he opened them now feeling the force of Ellis’ grasp.  Ellis pulled him down to kiss him deeply and Henry shut his eyes once more.

Slowly his hips stopped bucking as his orgasm faded.  Ellis gradually slowed the pace of his fingers driving in and out of him to match it as he slowed.  Ellis sat up keeping his lips locked with Henry’s.  It forced Henry to sit down in his lap as he fell backwards.  Ellis held him tight in his grasp, one hand still holding a fistful of Henry’s sunny blonde hair and the other anchoring him with his fingers pressed deep inside.  Henry broke the kiss and looked into his eyes.  “Did you want some more?  Henry asked sweetly.  Ellis just nodded to him.  Henry then ran his fingers through the mess he made all over Ellis’ chest and brought them up to Ellis’ mouth.  Ellis greedily sucked them clean every time he was offered.  Henry periodically went back in to kiss Ellis and probably got a small taste of it himself.  It was mainly for Ellis’ enjoyment though and he savored the pleasant nectar of his lover.

When Ellis was satisfied he spun Henry around to place him on his back.  Henry only smiled at the change in position as he knew Ellis was about to take him.  Ellis drew his hand through the seed that remained on his chest and brought it low to slick his member.  He spit in his hand for good measure and used that as well.  He was about to start guiding himself in when Henry spat in his own hand before moving it down to Ellis’ cock.  Then he gave him a couple tugs himself to coat him in it.  

“I think I need the extra tonight with how big you look right now. Go a little bit slow at first okay?  It’s been a while since I’ve taken you.” he said with a wry smile. 

Ellis met his eyes as he spoke - “Do you still want to?  We can do something else instead.”  

“Don’t you dare go anywhere.  I want it VERY much honey.  Just work it in slow, okay?”  Henry said with eyes bright with enthusiasm.

“Ok don’t worry darlin, I’ll never hurt you.”  Ellis said as he pressed the tip of his cock against Henry’s hole.

It tensed against the pressure and then started to open to let him in.  Ellis didn’t even press forward yet until he looked into Henry’s eyes once more.  Henry nodded his consent and Ellis looked down to guide himself in.  Ellis grabbed Henry’s hand and placed it on his thigh.  “Push back right here if I’m going too fast okay?”  Henry nodded up at him.  God was he tight.  His hole wrapped so snugly around his girth and squeezed it in a warm embrace.  Ellis’ breath stopped and he nearly audibly gasped.  This was going to be very difficult to control himself.  Henry might have sensed it on his face as he reached up to cup his cheek with his free hand.  

“That feels good don’t it?  That’s all for you honey.  You don’t have to worry about a thing right now.”  Henry said, looking up to him. 

 “I’m not worried anymore.  I just want to savor it.  You feel so damn good darlin, I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to last inside you.”

“That’s okay!  You just enjoy it.  We have all the …. time in the world now honey.” Henry’s voice stuttered just a second as he felt Ellis push his entire cockhead inside of him.    

“You okay so far Henry?”  Ellis asked, clocking the small hitch in his voice as he went deeper.

“MMhmm… I missed how you feel.  You fill me up so good.”

Ellis pushed in another inch.  Henry went taut around him and then it started to relax in quick pulses.  

“That’s it Henry.  You always take me so well.  Tell me when you are ready for more.”

“I’m ready for all of you.  I want you Ellis… I want you to take me”

“All of it?”

“MMMM…. All of it!”

Ellis started to press forward steadily.  He watched Henry’s face to ensure he wasn’t hurting him but Henry kept his gaze the entire time.  No discomfort showed there.  Only desire.  He wanted him. He wanted Ellis inside of him.  He wanted Ellis to take him.  He wanted Ellis to fuck him.  Ellis was all too happy to indulge him.  He felt his balls press firmly up against the roundness of Henry’s ass and then continued until he had no more length to give him.  Ellis held himself right there. He wanted Henry to get used to how full he was of him before he started to thrust.  He bent forward right next to Henry’s face.  He let the hairs of his beard prick at his soft cheek as Ellis started to whisper in his ear.

“I’m going to fill you up tonight Henry.  I’m going to fuck you until I can’t take it anymore. I’m going to fuck you until you are shaking in my arms.  Until my cock is twitching and flooding you with my cum.  Do you understand me?  My pretty little Henry.  You are all mine. I’m going to take you every night if I want.  Do you hear me Henry?”

“Yyyeeessss…. I’m yours… You can have me whenever you want.” “Do you want me to fuck you now?”

“Please”

“Say it Henry.  I want to hear it from your pretty lips.”  Ellis’ tongue was practically in his ear now he was so close.  He bit the bottom of his earlobe to make him feel his presence there a bit more..

“I want you to fuck me Ellis…. Please fuck me!

“I love you Henry”

“I love you too Ellis”

Ellis couldn’t drive his cock in any deeper so he was forced to pull out. He did so just enough to miss Henry’s asshole hugging his length before he pressed back down again. Henry shuddered underneath him. He pulled out again while nipping and biting at Henry’s slender neck. Just maybe a half inch further than the last time. He held it there for an agonizing second or too before thrusting back all the way inside. Once more he pulled out. This time he let maybe half of his total length draw out of Henry before pausing. He felt his lover clench around his girth. He held there again but whispered into his ear - “Tell me if I’m going too fast, y’hear?” Then he pushed in again, stroking his cock off with Henry’s inner walls.

He continued bit by bit. Inch by inch. After a couple minutes he was ever so gently rocking his hips into Henry, filling him to the brim before pulling back out again. He paid special attention to Henry’s breath, the tightness of him, the way his hands gripped at him. He wanted to know the first sign of any pain. Henry gripped his biceps hard with his dainty fingers. He breathed in deep sighs that started to morph into the whimpers that drove Ellis mad. His legs wrapped around him tight. He even felt the heels of Henry’s feet push up against his ass as he started going deeper as if Henry was beckoning him inside. Henry was ready to be fucked properly now.  It was obvious but Ellis wanted to hear him say it.

“I’m going to fuck you harder now my pretty boy.  I’m going to fuck you until I can’t take it anymore. You’re going to take this cock until I cum in you.  Do you understand what I’m going to do to you Henry?”  Ellis growled.

“Yyyyessss… use me until you cum.  Please fuck me…. Fuck me as hard as you want… I want to take you”  Henry replied, his voice a needy whisper.  

He started again faster now, letting the length of him glide in and out.  He pulled out so that Henry’s greedy hole was wrapped tight around his engorged cockhead before driving back down and letting it caress every other inch of him.  He fucked the breath out of Henry’s lungs with each forward stroke.  The poor boy seemingly could only fill his chest when Ellis wasn’t buried inside of him.  Ellis knew he was enjoying it though.  He felt Henry’s dick stir against his stomach and found it was stiff once again.  He sped up gradually more and more, quickening the pace with every plunge.  Soon he was pistoning his entire cock inside of him.  Henry writhed underneath him in ecstasy.  Ellis loved how much of a pounding Henry could take.  It would be such a tease to be as gorgeous as he was without Ellis being able to enjoy him fully.  Thankfully Henry loved it.  He loved being devoured, being savaged, being cherished.  Ellis loved that he loved it and would give him all of it and more.

Ellis was in heaven.  It was shocking he’d even been able to control himself this long.  How long had he waited to be inside him again?  Somehow the wait had all been worth it.  Their rejoining was complete..  Well almost.  Ellis still hadn’t cum.  He was getting close but he was holding himself back.  He was trying to savor every blissful second of being in him before he came.  He didn’t want to ever leave him.  This was too good.  This was paradise…. But he could only go so long.  He knew he had no hope of holding it in much more.  He had one final thing he wanted.

He pulled away from Henry and sat back on his heels.  Then he grabbed Henry’s ankle on one foot and brought it over in front of him before crossing it over the other side of his body.  Henry looked up and let himself be led.  He turned to one shoulder with the momentum and laid there in the fetal position.  “Stroke this for me while I fuck you darlin” Ellis barked at him and brought one of Henry’s hands between his own legs.  Henry obeyed without a word of protest.  He had fully submitted to Ellis now and was there to please him.  Ellis wasted no time returning to his pace and started to pound him again.  Only this time, he posted up on his hands so he could look down at Henry’s body.  

His thin frame looked so good from here.  He could see his pale pink nipples rock hard peeking out. He could see the lean muscle in his chest move with his breath. He saw his milky white thighs.  He could still see his face and the round profile of his pretty ass. He could even see a wave ripple through the cheek as he crashed his hips into him with every powerful thrust.  Last but not least he could see Henry’s hand quickly stroking around himself wrapped tightly around his little cock.  He started leaking again and the tip was a bright blushing pink glossy with his precum coating it in a delicious looking sheen.

“I can’t take much more o’ you Henry.  You… You are gonna make me cu… cum”

“Ugh huh…. Ugh huh…. Pl…please”

Ellis was fucking him as hard and as fast as he could.  Henry took him so well now.  His hole opened wide to accommodate him.  Just tight enough to stroke him off without giving him any resistance.  He surrendered himself to Ellis and begged him for more by reaching one hand back to palm Ellis’ muscled asscheek.  Henry gripped it and pulled him forward.  He wanted it.  He wanted as much as Ellis could give him.

“Are you ready for it? Do you want my cum?”

Henry couldn’t speak anymore but he nodded to him through half closed eyes.  His hand was jerking himself off quickly now.  Henry was biting his lip and panting helplessly.  Elis wasn’t satisfied.  He wanted an answer no matter what.  He pounded him again and again but this time asked him sweetly.

“Henry…. Henry… I love you… I’m going to cum for you….. Okay?  Do you want my cum?” “I…. I….. I lo….. I love…… ughhhhh…. I love you!” 

Ellis looked down as Henry started to cum all over himself.  White jets of his seed shot up onto his chest and then flowed over his hands.  Ellis quickly wrapped his hand around Henry’s and milked him dry.

“Ellis… Cum in me!” Henry cried out but Ellis was already there.  He felt Henry’s asshole go taut around the base of him.  It got so tight when Henry came that Ellis could barely push his cock forward anymore.  He had just enough strength left in him to keep his pace.  He felt Henry shiver around his length.  Then Henry relaxed from a vice grip to a snug embrace around his every inch.  Ellis unloaded his own cum inside of him.  The more he came the easier his cock flowed in and out.  The feeling was magic.  It was overwhelming and Ellis’ mind went blank.  He found he was kissing Henry but didn’t remember leaning over.  He found he was still stroking Henry too even though Henry’s body was twitching with overstimulation underneath him.  He knew he should stop but he didn’t want to. Henry was his and he wanted to push themselves both to the brink.  

His cum was trailing out of Henry now as he pulled back on every thrust.  His cock was spasming as he drove deeper.  Their tongues twirled around the other as Henry finally got Ellis to stop milking him.  He had brought both hands on Ellis and was able to resist him enough to where Ellis let his dick rest.  Ellis went once, twice, thrice, five more times before he finally started to slow his fucking.  If he did anymore he would likely start to scream as the sensitivity had flared so intensely.  

He collapsed onto Henry and then rolled off his shoulder so that he was pressed tight against his back.  Then he brought his meaty arms around him into a tight embrace.  Henry wrapped his hands around Ellis and held him close.  Their chests drew big long lungfuls of air together as they slowly calmed themselves.  Ellis could hear Henry’s heart beat fast underneath his palm.  Ellis nuzzled himself in the crook of Henry’s neck and started to kiss him all over.  He still hadn’t caught his breath but if he suffocated right then and there he would die happy.  

A minute or so later they had sucked in enough air to speak. 

Henry spoke first.   “I’m yours forever darlin.”  

“I love you Henry.  I’m the luckiest man in the world to have you.  I’m never leaving your side.”  

“I love you.” 

“I love you too.”

They drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.  Their life together was just beginning…..

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☆Those fallen before☆

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☆Half of what one is☆

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[girllock-writes]

The Treasure Chest

RDR OC lore :) – Alice Astaire

Blackwater 1914

Alice had learned not to keep a diary—which was positively awful because she loved to write.

When she was sixteen, her parents had found her diary. They yelled for what felt like hours. All her secrets, all her fears and worries and anger and hope... Well, her very soul had been on display and they ripped it to shreds.

But they always did that.

So the girl never kept a diary again. But she had one secret thing that was hers. Throughout all ages, all cultures, it can be guaranteed that young girls will do what they can to keep their secrets. Espically keep a small box hidden with trinkets, like it is the most valuable treasure chest filled with unspeakable riches.

Alice had such a box.

Hidden beneath a loose floorboard under the ornamental rug on her bedroom floor. It was her treasure. The one thing that was hers and hers alone.

Now, of course, to any other person, the contents of the box are somewhat worthless, only made valueable by sentiment. So, naturally, to Alice, the box was the most precious thing in the world. What little bits of her soul she could protect, she hid them here. The box wasn't very large, so it was probably a good thing she had few objects she cared that much about. The first item she had collected was an old ring thay had belonged to her grandfather. It wasn't his wedding ring, just a simple gold band, but it was her only reminder of him. He had been a good man, a hard worker who taught her to love life. When she had been young and would get the chance to visit, he would take her out to his strawberry garden and let her help pick them. He would point out different birds and tell her about his hunting trips. That was where her love for the country had started. The wise love of a grandfather.

But he had died some time ago, taking her only access to clean air with her. So the ring would have to do.

Next was a pen. Alice didn't have ink, and she'd sworn she wouldn't write anymore, but the beautiful tool was a reminder that she would write again some day. She was saving it. For when she had a space to write. It's sleek black handle and silver tip. It was even engraved with her name. It had been a Christmas gift from the very people who had stolen her love of writing. So it lay hidden away, waiting for the moment of freedom.

After the pen, was a long purple ribbon. The ribbon had originally belonged to her sister, Elizabeth. On the night of her Debutante ball, she had worn it in her hair. Now, it really was just a ribbon, but it had made her mother desperately furious. The dress Alice had been wearing was white and her mother had said the color had clashed horribly. Alice didn't think so. She liked the color purple. And this was just one of the few ways she could maintain some control over her life.

The smallest item in the box was a silver coin. It was just a coin, not any special edition of coin, but a regular old one piece. She'd gotten it when she was ten. It had been a sunny day in Blackwater and she was waiting outside the dress shop for her mother. A group of ranch hands had made their way down the street, tying their horses outside the saloon. One of the horses was a massive dappled mare with a dark mane. Alice had never seen such a beautiful creature. When she had made her way closer to get a better look at it, the owner of the horse had spotted her. He was maybe in his mid-forties, built like an oak tree with soft brown eyes. He asked her if she rode. When she told him her papa didn't think it was necessary, the old cowboy frowned slightly.

"Ain't necessary? That's a funny way o' thinkin'." Alice had nodded in agrement. The man raised an eyebrow. "Do ya' like horses?" Of course, Alice said yes. Evey little girl likes horses. "I'll have my own some day," she said confidently. The cowboy laughed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the coin. He flipped it into the air and the girl caught it with a shocked look in her wide eyes. The man smiled. "There. Now you can start savin' up for your own horse, miss." Beaming, she thanked him. The old cowboy gave a smile and a wink, tilting his hat before he returned to the saloon. The coin was more precious than gold. Alice would only use it to buy herself a horse one day.

Then there was the painting. That might have been the most precious out of them all.

It was a painting of a sunset she never saw. Painted by a man she never met. And still, she had asked him for it and he gave it to her. Nineteen year old Alice was sure she'd never felt so seen in her whole life. It had started out as a rather silly crush, but it had evolved. And he didn't even know who she was. Yet, she cared about him. Because she had seen it in his eyes... he was lonely too. Some gunslinging cowpoke understood her more than anyone else. She was sure of it.

Then again, she was also sure she was going crazy and this must all be in her head. The young man didn't even know it was her who had sent the request... or the handful of other letters. And it had to stay that way, because she knew he would hate her if he knew the truth.

Still, that didn't stop her from looking at every passing man with a tan coat and grey hat—searching, hoping that it's him. It rarely is.

Her boots crept up the stairs as she slid quietly into her bedroom. The small flower in hand, Alice crossed the room and knelt on the floor, pulling back the rug. Her perfect nails would get ruined every time she pulled up the floorboard, but she didn't much care. Opening the box, she placed the dandelion in and pulled out the painting once more. It wasn't a masterpiece in a classical sort of sense, but she thought it was better than any renessiance artwork. Because it was for her. It was from him and it was for her.

Tears stung at her eyes. Maybe from loneliness or gratitude or longing... she wasn't sure. Alice flipped the painting over, her eyes reading the words on the back for what was probably the hundredth time. Her heart did a funny sort of flip. One that was sad and happy and somehow neither. Her eyes drifted down the page over the word's she had practically memorized. 'I painted one for you... Something to hang onto I guess.' Alice traced her finger over the name at the bottom of the page.

It wasn't natural, to care so deeply for someone she didn't really know. And it was most definitely foolish. Alice let a small sigh escape her nose as she set the painting back in it's box. She placed it back in it's hiding place and covered the scene. Standing, she moved to the window, watching the street with the futile hope that she might see him.

She didn't.

Because cowboys and socialites weren't really friends. Their lives were too different. Too opposing. Alice didn't want this... the golden cage. She'd much rather have a friend.

"Alice!" The sharp voive called from somewhere downstairs. The girl sighed again, before steeling her nerves to deal with whatever fresh hell awaited her.

"Maybe one day, Jack Marston..."

[shad-rp]

"The Hunter"

Today I found myself writing more than usual xD, I apologize in advance for the tags.

Period: 1900+, Shad Ranch.

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Years had passed since the gang disbanded. Many were no longer there, others had disappeared, and still others had settled somewhere else. For better or worse, Shad knew where Theodore, Dylan, John, and Henry were, but she hadn't had a chance to visit them.

Maybe she feared they'd kick her out? Or blame her for leaving without a real reason? Maybe she thought she'd simply abandoned them...but that wasn't the case. Those were silly thoughts that gave the vampire no peace during her evenings, as she stroked the bristly fur of her little deer friend.

She had found him near the foundation of her Ranch months before, probably looking for food, eating Morgan's small pieces of carrots. The tenderness of his face and his eyes had won her over immediately and she had thought that there would be nothing wrong with taking him with her.

She'd named him Arthur. After the man who'd changed her life for the first time. And now he'd do it a second time.

The day seemed perfect. It had started with a scorching, annoying sun; Shad had to cover up more than usual. The sun's rays were starting to hurt her because of the little blood she was drinking. But the rest of the day went well. Even when she went into town to get food for her animals.

She didn't go there often; she wanted to avoid being seen around. Hiding her vampiric appearance was difficult, and that was one of the reasons she built the ranch far away. Shad always felt like she was being watched, and she hated it. She hated having to hide. She hated being a vampire.

The only good thing was that she hadn't met the Saint Denise vampire yet. For some strange reason, he'd disappeared since Shad left the camp. But maybe it was better this way.

And between thoughts and memories, the sun set before her. The orange of the sky gave way to a midnight blue she loved so much. And perhaps, she would have loved it even more under warm blankets...if it had been possible. Shad rose from the light wooden chair and, ushering Arthur into the house, placed the chair inside, near the entrance to the door.

The stars in the sky predicted tomorrow would be a beautiful day, and Shad was ready to get started. But maybe things don't always go smoothly, right?

The sun was high, the leaves were blowing in the wind, and the calves in the pen mooed a few times, and the day began as usual. And the afternoon flew by, too, between tidying up the ranch and figuring out what her next step would be.

But before she could figure out whether she wanted to build a chicken coop first or get some goats to milk her rabbit and deer, Shad also had to think about her own needs. She had run out of blood in the vials. She needed more, so that night she decided to go hunting. She didn't need much, but she needed blood.

The vampire only caught a deer that night. And she was deeply saddened. Thinking of little Arthur as he drank her blood made her feel guilty. But the vials were full and she could go home, pretending that all of this had never happened.

A gunshot stopped her in her tracks. The leaves near her moved and jumped at the blow they'd been dealt. Was it meant for her? Shad whirled toward the source of the noise and was alarmed when he saw the figure of a man among the trees.

"Why did you shoot me, you idiot?" Panic had made her speak first. She'd never been shot, it probably wouldn't have hurt her, she'd have recovered immediately, but it was still a gunshot.

"I'm hunting." The sound that reached her ears was scratchy, probably worn out by too much smoke. The man approached, his figure barely visible in the moonlight. A hunter.

"A hunter without a target. You were about to catch me! Be more careful." Shad began to calm down. It had happened, and getting angry was no use. It would end there, and everyone would go their separate ways. But the man continued talking.

"And you are my prey, this evening." The calm with which he spoke was disarming, even more so because of the way he handled the rifle in his hand. "I've been watching you a lot lately, stranger." He wasn't looking at her, his tone confident. "You don't come to town much, but when you do, you always bring loads that can last for weeks. Livestock feed, right?" It wasn't a question. "Your clothes are unusual, you cover up a lot, but I don't think it's because of the cold."

The man knew. It was clear he understood what she was. And that wasn't good. Shad clutched the pouch with the vials, and he didn't let it go the gesture. A sly smile in the dim light.

"As I imagined...Well, let me introduce myself, I'm the vampire hunter, Jackson Valtimore." He introduced himself as if nothing had happened. "And you, my dear, are a monster who must be eradicated from the face of this earth." Those words had a hint of disgust, a hatred that he had not previously let out, but which he now brought out, along with the gun that he now held firmly in his hands. Pointed at her.

What was she supposed to do now? Did that man know who she was, was it over? Should she run away and abandon what she'd created? She could have attacked him, killed him, but he didn't give her time to think, as a pang of pain shot through her shoulder.

"AHG-" The pang of pain made her scream, but she had no time to waste. That man would kill her if she stayed there. So she started running, and thanks to her vampire skills, she managed to get back to the scene in no time.

She opened the door with a loud thud and collapsed to her knees after closing it. Her wound burned, and black blood was seeping from the hole the man had made. It had been such a quick encounter that Shad hadn't yet fully grasped what had happened. She only realized it when she pulled the bullet from the wound.

Silver. Obviously. And it would take a long time to heal. Shad, sitting with her back against the wall and her legs stretched out, looked toward the door. She was scared.

She was afraid he'd found her, afraid he'd take everything she had, and maybe, deep down, afraid he'd kill her. Just as she'd begun a new chapter.

Tears that were not very warm began to roll down her cheeks and shortly after, Breakfast and Arthur joined her, trying to console her.

She hated everything. Everyone, and she hated herself. For not doing what a vampire was supposed to do, and for being a total fucking vampire.

[shad-rp]

"An impossible love"

I originally created Shad with the intention of creating a Canon x oc, but as I developed her and got to know her, I realized that she is not like the other characters I have created.

I thought about making her a character in evolution. A girl who has feelings, but doesn't know how to express them. And the feeling she's most afraid of feeling is: "love."

A little story with no specific purpose, but I felt I had to write it.

Period in which it takes place: Just before Shad created her new Ranch.

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The days had become shorter. The nights longer. The weather was changing inexorably, and Shad's melancholy grew with them.

Things at the camp weren't going badly. Everyone was busy as always, and each person had their own story to live, to tell. Every day was the same, but something new was happening for the others. For others, but not for Shad.

That period had become monotonous. She felt trapped in a cage from which escape would only be dangerous, and she remained inside. A safe bubble, where friendships, family, and help at the camp had become her only life. She was fine with that. A quiet life, as far as that could be, was what she had dreamed of since she fled Italy. But maybe it wasn't quite how she had imagined it.

Shad began to feel the weight of being locked in that cage little by little, more and more every day. The people were great there, but what she was looking for, perhaps, wasn't there. As soon as she arrived, in fact, she had changed his mind. Months earlier, when she could still breathe without having to pretend to do so and her skin was still a bright color, She had met someone who made her believe that maybe there could be more to her.

She had left Italy because of a marriage forced by her father. She didn't want it; she had always said that if she married, it would be for love. But the more the years passed, the more she didn't know what this "love" was.

Shad had never smelled it, never seen it, never tasted it. Was it simple attraction? Or maybe it was something that could change your brain chemistry so much, you lost track of what was happening? But the biggest question was... was it worth it?

She'd had a relationship. It was over. Maybe they were too young to fully understand what love was, each other's needs...and even if one of them said that word as if it were thin air, The other one still couldn't understand its meaning. And perhaps this was the straw that broke the camel's back.

Shad was too naive. She'd felt wronged, and it made her feel different. Even though now she felt different than ever. A vampire, no longer capable of those simple human instincts that characterized them, without a functioning heart...who wanted to feel "love." Ironic, right?

But every time she looked at Arthur, she felt a shiver down her spine and it felt as if she was capable of feeling something again. Shad had never really tried to talk to him; she herself thought it was stupid. She had met him; he was kind, helpful, and somehow made her feel appreciated. And even though Arthur didn't mean to be rude, it was clear that he noticed the longer glances Shad was giving him, as if she was seeking approval in his words, Or how she tried to be seen as a "good girl".

But was what she was doing out of love or pure attraction? They talked about it once. Arthur couldn't stop what she felt, but perhaps she didn't even know what she felt. Even though that day, when Arthur told her it wouldn't work, she felt something inside her break.

So was it really necessary to love? If it hadn't been that day, it would have been another, with someone else, and it would have suffered just as much. Maybe she understood what love was that day. Something that takes over your head, your heart, your thoughts, and fills you with illusions. Until the day of the test of courage. Where those illusions can become reality, or break like a glass of water too fragile to be held.

And that day was like that for her.

Maybe that was also one of the reasons Shad decided to change her life again. To pursue her little dream, the one that would never disappoint her. But when that day came, her stupid, broken, lifeless heart decided she couldn't leave him without a goodbye. And she wrote him a letter.

Now, years later, with the ranch finished and her new life begun, she thought back to what had been. Twelve years of sleepless nights reflecting, remembering, appreciating what she had had. And with a hint of a smile, her gaze turned to the horizon...She thought about that day. When Arthur nipped it in the bud. Now he'd been gone for years, and perhaps what he'd done was protect her, or spare her from what was to come. Shad liked to think so... And maybe she had understood what love was.

Something worth fighting for, even if it might hurt. Something that keeps you going, even when everything seems to be falling apart. She saw it in John and Abigail. She loved that couple and their child.

And maybe, one day, she would experience it too, even though she didn't fully believe it yet.

[girllock-writes]

"When Did You Get Hot?"

RDR: modern!Jack Marston x (f)reader

Summary: You almost dont recognize your old classmate, Jack Marston. He's much more attractive than you remember...

A/N: pov i have a hard time writing fanfics so i just base them off songs :D anyway, ive never really written smut before so i hope it doesnt suck, kinda just jack indulgence, might do a version of this thats not modern that could be fun.

‼️Warnings‼️ smut, car sex, p in v, horniness

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So long, untouched

It had felt like forever since you'd been out. Between going off to college, working when you could, friends, and a nasty breakup from months ago, you didn't have much time. Your friends had started referring to you as "the hermit". You weren't that way for lack of trying. Life had just been busy.

Since the breakup, you hadn't even thought about dating. You had hardly been to a party. Hardly done anything but work and homework. Even hangouts were rare.

Bone-dry, not a plant can grow

Even making yourself feel good... well... there was only so much you could do.

'Bout time I get

Back on the horse to the rodeo

But you were back in your home town. You had a free night. For the first time in what felt like years. You had every intention of spending a few quiet moments alone.

When your friends heard, they begged and pleaded and bribed. You finally agreed to go out; your friends couldn't have been more ecstatic. If you were being honest, you missed going out, having fun, forgetting about all the things that ate away at your days (and nights).

Now I'm at the prospect convention

The neon lights felt hazy and sharp. You weren't that used to it anymore. But the dark shadows and bright colors gave you that excited buzz you had been missing. The bar was a usual spot for the younger population of the small town. You'd come to the place all the time in high school. It didn't look any different. The familiar faces, the loud music, the smell of alcohol, hormones, and bad decisions - it was like a breath of fresh air.

"Gone on any dates since you dumped that loser?" Your friend asked. You shook your head as she handed you a beer. "Girl - it's been what, 'bout a year now? Hasn't it?" She linked her arm with yours. "We're gonna find you a fella tonight."

"I highly doubt that," you laughed.

Secretly, you desperately scanned the faces of everyone in the bar, hoping that just one of them would spark intrest. It really had been too long...

My friend's walk in your friends' direction

The group had gotten excited. You turned, trying to see what the fuss was about.

"What happened?"

"Some of the old guys from high school," your friend called over the loud music. The group of girls started to make their way across the bar. You stood on your toes, trying to see around heads and bodies. The huddle of guys across the room became slightly more clear as you got closer. You recognized them for the most part...

You squinted in the low lights.

Long hair, dark eyes, standing just outside the circle. Who is that?

Your friend must have noticed. She looked from your face to the group. A smirk tugged at her lips.

Said, "Sabrina, don't you know Devin?"

"Don't tell me you don't know Marston?"

Your lips parted as you got closer. "Jack Marston? You mean–there's no way..." You laughed in disbelief.

Little Jack Marston. The scrawny kid who never talked to anyone, who was always reading, always looking angry. That Jack Marston? And now he was... well...

And I was like, "Huh."

It was hard not to stare at him. You talked with old friends. Laughed, had fun. It was like normal. Almost like normal... That warm and excited feeling bubbled in your stomach. Heart fluttering every time you glanced over and met his eyes.

...

Congratulations on your new improvements

He certainly looked different. His shoulders were wider. His once shaggy hair now fell just above his shoulders, still thick and dark. His face had filled out nicely, slightly sharper jawline, his cooked nose looking more natural on his face. His sideburns had grown out as well, and a scar had formed just above his left lip over where his mustache sat. He was grown up. And he was hot.

His eyes looked mostly the same: dark and brooding. Only difference with them was they were more attentive.

And they were also looking at you.

It didn't take much to summon up all your courage. Your mind was slightly foggy from the alcohol, but that didn't stop you from having a string of meticulously specific thoughts about your former classmate.

"If it ain't Jack Marston," you smiled, leaning on the wall next to him. "Didn't think you were the party type." A smirk tugged at your lips as your eyes shamelessly surveying him up and down.

I bet your light rod's, like, bigger than Zeus's

"I aint," he responded with a shrug, his eyes returning the favor.

You smiled, your teeth biting at your lower lip. You tilted your head slightly, forcing your eyes to stay on his face. Some lingering rational part of you thought that this might be a bad idea. Jack Marston hadn't been known for his stellar record as a good kid. But he just looked so perfectly terrible. With the dark eyes and mean stare, the slope of his shoulders, his slightly lean torso, and sturdy hips. Oh, you were spiraling just thinking about it.

It wasn't difficult for your mind to quickly imagine him in a less than holy situation. Maybe you were just lonely... or maybe this was the first right thing that was happening to you in a while.

"Then how'd you end up here? Peer pressure?" You asked. It was his turn to give a small smirk. He shifted against his spot against the wall, his arms flexing with the movement.

Hey wait–

Can you lift my car with your hand?

"Nah, just needed to get out."

You were positively sure he was being coy on purpose. But then again, it was hard to pay attention when your eyes kept shifting in awe across his body. Toned arms caught your gaze, and you had to force your eyes up so as not to stare at his hands.

You were an ugly kid, but you're a sexy man!

He'd changed so much. Jack used to be awkward, a little lanky, with wary eyes and freckles. Or maybe he hadn't changed that much, and you were finally noticing him. Either way, you couldn't help but stare at him through slightly hooded eyes.

"Y'know, I almost didn't recognize you–" you said bluntly. You were sure you weren't that confident. Maybe it was the drink, but still. Tonight wasn't a night you were going to shy away from flirting. A warm and numbish feeling that could only be described as complete and utter horniness had settled over your mind and body.

Sorry, I did not see the vision

"Is that a good thing?" He inquired.

You could have sworn his eyes were glinting in the flashing LEDs as much as yours were.

A smirk tugged at your lips. "Yeah... It's a good thing."

Thank you Lord–

The fine you has risen

You stared at eachother for a moment. Loud bass music filled your ears, but all you could hear wad your heart pounding.

"I almost didn't recognize you either," Jack admitted. "You're all educated and high class now, ain't 'cha." A laughed escaped your lips.

"Hardly. But thanks... I think."

Big riff coming

I need a minute

And then you were staring again. At his arms and his hands. His legs and up his hips and to his chest and shoulders. Your eyes pratically bounced around like ping-pong balls. A few rather lewd words came to mind.

What made it worse was that he was staring back. Jack had noticed you staring, but he was too busy staring back to care. You'd grown. Sure, in all the awfully lustful ways he was thinking, but you seemed more mature—carrying yourself with confidence. With purpose. That was hotter than the rest of you. Not that he didn't think you weren't hot...

Your eyes landed on his. The timing was perfect, since his did the same thing. You felt your heart skip a beat as your breath seemed to catch itself in your throat.

(Wait I need a minute)

Time seemed to slow down. Not in that cheesy Hallmark way... This was a feeling you hadn't felt in a long long while. Hot and heavy and excited. Someone like Jack had never looked your way in high school. But you'd also never looked at people like him twice. You hadn't been a poster kid, but you got good grades and didn't hang out with the rougher crowds.

And after months of wondering if anything exciting would ever happen to you, he had just fallen into your lap.

Ehmm–okay

He felt closer now. Neither of you remembered moving. Blood pumping and eyes sparkling, you watched as his lips twitched. "Yer starin' a mighty long time," he observed smugly. You blinked, your pulse feeling like river rapids.

Here it comes...

Ah... what the hell.

"Maybe I just found somethin' nice to look at."

It was hard to see properly with the low lights, but you could have sworn his cheeks turned slightly pink. If he was being honest, Jack didn't get many girls staring at him like he was some sort of Greek statue—espically not girls as pretty as you.

Biting your lip again, you reached a hand out gently, touching his arm. "How bout we leave the crowd. Find somewhere with better lighting where I can stare at you properly." Jack almost grinned, his eyes shifting across your face and down you body.

"Can't say no to an offer like that, now can I?"

When did you get hot?

It wasn't a full sixty seconds before the two of you had slipped outside. His car was parked relatively close to the entrance and you couldn't exactly remember the exact sequence of events between leaving and being pressed against the door as his lips brusied yours. You groaned, forcing your tounge past his lips. His breathing was heavy and his hands felt needy as they gripped at your hips. You wondered for a moment if he'd been alone for as long as you had.

Pushing against him, you opened the door behind you and turned, shoving him gently in. As you crawled over him, your mind didn't even wonder if this was a bad idea.

All the sudden, I could look you up and down all day (hey)

He smirked as your eyes blinked with unbridled lust. "You ain't quite the girl I remember from school," he chided, his knee lifting slightly as he pressed it between your thighs. You scoffed, pressing your hips into his knee. The friction sent waves of anxious electricity through your body.

"You're one to talk."

When did you get hot?

"Oh?" He cocked an eyebrow. His hands slid up under your shirt and bra. Warm fingers met warm skin. You smirked, your eyes wanting to flutter as he pressed his knee a bit harder.

I think I would remember if you had that face (that face)

"I think I'd remember if you looked like that–"

Jack chuckled again, his thumbs rubbing over your nipples. The sensation sent all your heat to the pool of need between your legs where his knee rubbed against the increasingly damp area. "You make a habit of hooking up with former clasmates in cars?"

"No. But I'll make an exception." You shifted, your legs now on either side of him as you peeled off your clothes. There wasn't much space, but you managed. The windows of the car were already steamed up. When you looked back down at him, he'd also taken his off, his bare chest covered in dark hair.

I did a double take, triple take

You blinked almost in suprise.

Damn.

He was fit. Slightly thick, but not in any bad sort of way. In the healthy and hardworking way that you might expect a hot dad to look... that faint outline of muscle. Your head spun as you lifted your hips slightly, tugging at the waist of his pants and boxers after he had unfastened his belt. The small space almost felt smaller, but you didn't care. Your hand wrapped around his half hard cock, your thumb rubbing slowly over the tip.

Jack whined, his head pressing back against the seat. His adam's apple bobbed as the noises filled the car. "Shit–" His hands gripped your hips, his length growing firmer under your warm palm. "Need somethin' better than your hand, sweetheart," he gritted out in an attempt to taunt you.

Take me to naked Twister back at your place

With a small scoff, you lifted your hips, unzipping your jeans so you could ride him out properly. Settling onto him, he groaned loudly. You'd almost forgotten what it was like. Your entire body felt hot as you rocked back and forth, getting used to the feeling of having a man inside you. Scratch that—having Jack inside you.

Your head almost felt light as a moan hummed in your throat. Jack's mind finally found composure as yours lost its. His hips bucked up into you, as your hands gripped at his arms. His grunts of effort were patterned with laughs of victory as he bottomed you out. Your own whines of pleasure echoed off the foggy windows. "Jack–"

"I know," he chuckled breathlessly. "Yer—shit—hardly been two minutes and yer bout ready to come. Musta been dry for a long while." You tried to think of a comeback, but his thrusts were making any sort of thought exceedingly difficult.

Baby, baby, mm, it's thickening the plot

It wasn't long before you were pooling onto him. He smirked, pressing his thumb against your clit, rubbing slowly, preparing for another round. You knew this was all a horrible idea, but it didn't seem to matter at that moment.

All you could really think about was him. You would only think about him for the next few days... you were sure of it. Your hooded eyes stared down at him, just taking in his features. He was hot. He was even pretty... In that medium ugly sort of way maybe... that rugged and punk kinda way... you couldn't really think of the right words. Whatever kind of attractive he was, it was hard to look at a face like his and regret getting fucked by him in the back of a car.

"Damnit—Marston... When did you get hot?"

[tinming-lam]

About Kai!

Her name

林溪, or Kai Lam, was the name she she had given herself. 溪 Kai, meaning creek, is pronounced like ki- kite or in coyote, not ky- in Kyle. 林 Lam, meaning woods, is pronounced like lum- in lumber, not lam- in lamb.

Her backstory

Please be mindful of potential triggers because this is really messed up, mostly for historical accuracy.

(tw: mention of historical sexism, child marriage, human trafficking etc.)

1878

Born in a small village in Guangdong, China. She was named Yi Mui, literally "second sister", as commoners in rural China then never paid much attention to naming their children, especially girls.

1881

Her eldest sister, 9 years old at the time, was sold to another family to be the wife of their son, who was only an infant. She was going to raise the boy to adulthood and later marry him. (You can learn more about this cultural practice here)

1887

The boy had fallen ill and died, and Yi Mui's sister had later died of unknown causes. Terrified that Yi Mui would repeat her fate, their brother took her to the city away from their family, hoping to support her on his own. She ended up abducted at the pier, and her abductors sold her to a ship of laborers set to sail to the states. The price that she was sold for, was barely enough for half a bag of flour.

1888

She had arrived in America, and she would've been sold to a brothel in Chinatown in Saint Francisco, but a wealthy trader, Mr Sung, took pity on her and bought her to be a maid for him and his wife. He renamed her Siu Siu, literally "smiley", and she learnt to read and write under them, so she could perform the proper duties of a maid.

1891

She had learnt quickly, following Mr Sung around while he ran his medicinal herb business. By this time, Siu Siu had already taken up some English, much to Mr Sung's delight as she could now also act as his translator.

However, Siu Siu had also picked up the clue that Mr Sung was planning to make her his mistress as soon as she "matured", as Mrs Sung had been unable to bear any of his children. Terrified, she realized that Mrs Sung was the only one that could offer her protection. Yet Mrs Sung had been cold towards her, seeing her as a threat and competition.

1892

Siu Siu had realized how loveless the couple's marriage was, and how Mrs Sung had been starved of affection. And so she seduced her, despite how young she was, and with little effort she had succeeded, and Mrs Sung began defending her against her husband's advances. This is how she came to realize that, she could take advantage of older women's loneliness, make them grow fond of her, and use that for her own benefit. (It's an unhealthy mindset she has developed since then.)

1894

Although she started her affair with Mrs Sung purely out of selfish reasons, Siu Siu now found herself attached to Mrs Sung as well. And yet Mr Sung had become more and more pushy to the point where his wife's objection could no longer stop him.

Until one night, Siu Siu walked into their bedroom to find that Mrs Sung had killed her husband. She decided to take all the blame, instructed the woman to blame the murder on her, before running all the way to Saint Denis.

1895

She had taken the name of Kai Lam, Lam being the maiden name of Mrs Sung. And with this new identity she had settled down in Saint Denis, working in a medicine shop while running an opium business.

1899

She had offended some local thugs in the city, and was being beaten up in the alleyway when Javier passed by and intervened. He offered to take her home, but she said she could no longer stay in Saint Denis, and so he took her back to camp, the only place where he figured out could be safe for her.

Kai in the gang

Kai is not used to suddenly having a community, especially a group of people so culturally different. However she befriended the women fairly quickly. She had developed a crush on Javier since he did rescue her, is fairly good-looking and being musical is a really charming quality. But they don't really talk enough for anything to happen, and she grew up in a reserved culture and hence no idea how to make advance to a man. (Yeah, she could take a woman to bed but could not ask a guy out. There is something severely wrong with her.)

She learns how to use a gun, but it isn't really her thing. She notices that Arthur collects herbs sometimes, and starts brewing up teas and soups to make the humidity a little easier to bear for everyone, burn some of them to repel mosquitos, and make poultices for treating wounds. But most of the time she just lies around doing nothing, which Miss Grimshaw keeps scolding her for.

And so she picked up her old habit of showering an older woman with love and affection, just to get away with camp chores. And not just for herself; she notices that when she keeps Susan happy, the woman would be less strict with the other girls too.

Because when you are born into a culture where men could not be relied on, you can only seek protection from other women, and the only way to secure that is by being their pet. Or so you have been led to think.