. . . SAVE A HORSE, GO ON A RIDE WITH THE COWBOY! featuring boothill!
notes! . . . y'know the phrase, “save a horse, ride the cowboy”? well, I decided to-do something about it with boothill... except it's sfw and more like “save a horse, ride with the cowboy” cuz i dont do nsfw here >:/. god give me acceptance for how boothill is so ooc here- 😭😭 idnk how to write his character properly, and does he even have a horse?? I don't remember seeing a horse when his character and banner got leaked, so let's just pretend he does have one for the sake of K'hailreigh for this plot. 💀
imagine returning the horse boothill had been searching for all day after it got the chance to escape through the tall fences the moment they were opened, his eyes widen at the sight of his companion with you guiding alongside it. normally, his horse wouldn't follow after someone else's orders other than him... and it behaves pretty feisty and rough with people who isn't him.
boothill is relieved to see that his trusty horse hadn't been injured, briefly thanking you as he goes over to fuss over his stallion. you can't help your gaze wandering and examining his figure, in awe of the metallic and cyborg parts of the cowboy in front of you. sure you might've seen people having artificial and metal parts attached to them, but this man right here just plainly looks like a robot if it weren't for his humanly head.
boothill notices you eyeing every inch of him, glancing from the lasso that hangs at his hips to the pistols to his arms and to his legs. he glares a wolfishly smile at you, baring the shark-like teeth that you gaze in short surprise at, and asks in a teasingly tone, “like what you see, darlin'?”, observing how you blink owlishly at him. but then, he's becomes sort of surprised when you nod your head and confirm that—yes, you like his appearance and how the color scheme matches altogether, while indirectly commenting how he's a good-looking cowboy.
boothill, after his turn of blinking at you, grins and narrows his eyes with an intrigued look in them; amused by you and how you don't seem in the slightest.. nervous or terrified in his presence. you perked the cyborg's interest.
finishing the small talk with the man, you mention that you'll be needing to go somewhere for an errand and boothill takes the opportunity to offer a ride there on his horse—as a thanks for retrieving his horse, taking in your surprised expression with a grin as he ends the sentence with a “darlin'”. he insists, even if you refuse, so you decide that it'll be quicker to go in a horse ride with the cowboy than rather walking by foot as you were given no other choice.
with boothill's assistance, you were boosted onto the horse and instructed by him to hold on as he looks back at you, flashing a toothy grin and a finger tilting his hat just slightly for a short moment before you and him rode off towards where you were needed to be at with his horse. startled by the increasing speed his horse was going, you instinctively grasp onto the cyborg cowboy's built body in order to not fall off during the ride accidentally—boothill grins at your expression, his laughter going with the wind, “better hol' on tight for now, sweetheart. this'll be a rough ride! i'll get ya to where yer headin' in no time!”
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Okay, okay. So, I think the fandom agrees that eventually, Reiner's gonna be trading his Herculean physique for a dad bod. Which makes sense given... y'all have seen his shitty father's body, right? According to Isayama, Reiner's fantastic build isn't because of his workout routine or training, but it's more because he's genetically meant to look that way.
So like... imagine how, he's trying to keep himself in good shape because he always finds it adorable and endearing how your stare chases after him.
Post Rumbling he gets into the more domestic life. While he does work, you make sure that he's well pampered. That includes him just indulging in your cooking. At first, he's very reserved about the eating. But he likes it when you cook, even if the food doesn't always come out the way that you want it too. He'd always be there to have the last piece, or the last slice, even when you tell him that he doesn't need to force himself to eat a "failed experiment". Instead of doing what you say, he instead gives you feedback on what he thinks of it, and encourages you to cook more because he enjoyed coming home to your home-cooked meals.
"I think I'm getting out of shape..." He mutters to himself after coming out of the shower and checking himself in the mirror. Pinching a good layer of fat.
There was an obvious layer of flab that wasn't there a month or two ago. With how taxing work had been, he hardly has the time to go over his workout routine due to being tired and would rather just cozy up with you and a good bowl of whatever it is that you made for the day than spend any more time away from you than he already does.
"What do you mean? You look fine." Was your only response as you looked at him.
"But don't you like the muscles... this thing right here?"
Reiner takes your hand and places it on his torso, letting you feel the abs that were at the early stages of its disappearance.
You of course blushed when he did this. Not because he called you out, but more because, he now feels more comfortable with your touch when... back then, he would flinch, not wanting you to touch the body of a murderer.
"Reiner, it's not about the muscles." You tell him, letting your hands wonder to his side so you can pinch his current dilemma. While the nice hard abs were tantalizing... the squishiness of his sides and getting a reaction from him... the small grunt, the whispered whine, the withheld moan that he just did when you gave him a squeeze or two... really did something to you. Not, forgetting of course, how his face looked when you did.
"I-it's not?" He tried confirming, a soft blush dusting his cheeks.
"It's always just been about you. Regardless of whether you've got Helos' physique or the newly installed Reiner love handles—" You were cut short for a moment, a small 'Ow' leaving your lips when he smacked your behind, mouthing off not to call it that. But you just giggled. "As I was saying before you rudely interrupted me..." You continued.
"This? All of this is you. And that's all that matters to me. Besides, gives me more to love on."
"You want... more of me to love?"
"Of course I do. Why does that even sound like a surprise to you?"
He could cry right then and there. Reiner just ends up pulling you in a tight embrace, happily smiling to himself as he smothers you with affection. To be honest, he's still having a hard time feeling that he deserved love and acceptance, but thanks to being with you everyday... he was learning to do so more and more.
And he wouldn't have it any other way.
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