#shes scared you can tell because her ears are back like a scared horse

[skoople]

[eymie]

YES PT 2 PLSSSS

ofccc i’ve been literally thinking about this TOO much. i need to write it, even tho i have like 10 drafts half written (oops😋)

part one

REAL LOVE BABY !

warnings: fluff, smut, kissing, oral (f. receiving), fingering, handjob, riding (barely), missionary, loss of virginity, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), body worship, praise, dirty talk

Billy did ride down to your family’s farm not too long after that. A few days after he hadn’t seen you in town. He knew he was in the right place when he saw Aspen in the pasture.

You were just up the dusty road, brushing one of your ponies. She was a light beige with a braided white mane. But here he was looking at you, your clothes were a bit dusty and more leisurely than how he saw you in town. Trousers without a skirt on top, different than how you’d go out in public.

His horse trotted up the road to your barn. You turned to see Billy, startling you a bit.

“Billy, you startled me.” You said with a laugh, holding your chest. He laughed a bit back, dismounting his horse. “I was gonna come to town.”

“The old butcher kind of hinted me this way.” He admitted, rubbing the side of his horse. You dropped your brush into a bucket, opening a gate to let your pony into the pasture. “Hope I’m not intruding.”

“Not at all.” You walk over to Billy, running your hand along his horse, admiring its spotted pattern. “A pinto?”

Billy nodded, patting his horse. He was proud of her, she’d been good to him for the past while.

“She a beauty.” You admitted, pulling one of your sugar cubes out of your pocket. “Can I?”

“Of course, she don’t get much of those.” You then grab a second one as a treat, putting your hand out to his horse. “I think she likes you.”

“What about you?” You pet his horse as she ate the sugar cubes from your hand, rubbing behind her ear.

“Well, are you gonna let me get to know you?” He asked, a sincere look in his eyes. He tilted his head waiting for your answer.

“I’m not telling you to leave, am I?” You step a bit closer to Billy, a little bit of tension in the air. He smiled down at you, prettiest smile you’ve ever seen. His gun still holstered to his pants.

“Reckon I’ll stay then.”

Billy came by a lot more after that. He’d stop you when you were in town, almost making you forget what you needed in the first place. Coming to your egg and milk stand even if he didn’t need any because you gave him plenty free of charge. He helped you with the horses, taught you how to handle a gun. You really did like him.

He hadn’t come seen you in a while and by now you knew he was an outlaw with a bounty to his head. You assumed he was dead or ran from town.

He didn’t tell you what he’d done to get this bounty to his name, the only way you knew was from the posters in town.

You were grabbing hay from the loft when you heard a creek behind you, you turn around stumbling to the ground. Looking up to see a familiar face.

“Hey, didn’t mean to scare you there.” You took a breath of relief as you saw Billy come up the stairs. Your heart rate slowed back down as he pulled you back to your feel. “Thought you saw a ghost or something?”

“Pretty much.” You wrapped your arms around him, confusing him. He slowly wraps his arms around your lower waist embracing you. “Thought you were dead, Billy”

“I’m right here, aren’t I?” He laughs letting go of you. You lean up catching off guard, pressing your lips to him. His hands grab your hips, stumbling backwards a bit.

You pulled back, looking him in the eyes embarrassed but he looked back down at yours laced with passion.

“I’m sorry, jus’ missed you.” His hand traces your jaw, caressing your cheek. Leaning back down to kiss you, a little more gentle this time. Your hands pressed against his firm chest, standing on your tippy toes to reach him.

He pulled away, his lips still brushing yours as you leant against him. “Missed you too.”

“Don’t go leaving me again.” Your fingers still curled in the fabric of his shirt. He looked down at you, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“M’sorry, didn’t mean to.” His voice was soft, soothing your surge of emotions. You stepped back from him, giving him a few inches of space. “Don’t go running from me now?”

“Billy, you’re all I think about.” You admitted to him, his blue eyes filling with want. His hand found yours, pulling it to his chest. “You don’t get it.”

“No, no I get it.” He rambles, pulling you back closer to him. His nose brushing against yours. You feel his heart pounding against where he holds your hand. “You think I didn’t want to be here every dying second, I couldn’t stand not seeing you for a few weeks.”

“What happened Billy?” You pleaded, begging for a reason. You watch as his he swallows harshly. He shakes his head, looking away from your pleading eyes.

“Doesn’t matter, I’m here now.” He didn’t like being dishonest with you or keeping secrets, but he didn’t want his innocent girl knowing about his crimes. Tainting your kind view of the word and who he was.

“Did you miss me? Or am I reading us wrong?” You ask, fingers entwining with his as he presses his forehead against yours.

“Reading us wrong? Baby, I’m in love.” He pressed his lips back to yours, kissing you with all he had in him. His passion and hunger. His tongue sliding past yours lips, pressing and sliding against yours. Your breaths were heavy when he pulled away, kissing the corner of your morn and then cheek. “Every part of you.”

“Billy,” You whisper his name like an oath, threading your hands in his brown locks. “Every night, day, morning, you’re all that’s on mind. The second I wake up, it’s just you.”

“Good,” He mumbles against your lips, unable to pull away from your touch. He looks at you, wishing he could see all of you. “What about me do you think about?”

“Your face, how pretty you are.” You whisper embarrassed, pulling away from his slightly. His lips part leaning in for another kiss but you pull back. “Your voice, your eyes, your touch, how I want to feel all of you against me. The way you make me feel hot when I feel your skin against mine. When you look at me and I feel all funny.”

He pressed kisses to your neck, making you feel hot between your legs. He noticed when your thighs clench together, nipping at the skin of your neck. His hands pulled your body flush against yours.

“Me too, baby.” He mumbles into your skin, pulling away to see your flushed face. Your eyes begging for him to touch you. You look down as his thumb sinks past the waist band of your trousers. “Do you want me like I want you?”

You nodded, allowing his fingers to unbutton your trousers. Your hands pulled his suspenders off his shoulders. Then travelling to unbutton his shirt one by one.

“Billy, do you want this?” Your eyes pleading with approval, he was quick to nod.

“Yes, so bad. All I’ve ever wanted since I saw you.” Your heartbeat quickens at his confession. You pull his shirt off his torso, kissing his bare chest. Kissing and sucking his pale skin, leaving a small trail of bruises. “H-have you done this?”

You shook your head as you let him pull down your trousers, kicking them off to the ground beside you. His hands kneading the fat of your hips.

“Does that matter to you?” He reassuringly caresses your cheek, brushing your hair away from your face again.

“Jus’ don’t wanna hurt you.” He softly kisses your bottom lip, mumbling incoherent against it. “Don’t wanna break something so perfect, so delicate.”

“You won’t, not made of glass.” He laughs against your lips, fingers sliding down to unbutton your blouse. You help pull the rest of it off, leaving you in your undergarments. The air suddenly felt cold as his breath caught. “What is it?”

“Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He tilts your head up to look him in the eyes. He slowly pushing you against a wooden beam in the hayloft. “Bet you taste so sweet.”

“Billy what’re you doin’?” You watch as he falls to his knees, hands caressing your thighs, pulling down your undergarments. “I thoug—“

“Shhh, let me taste you.” You lift your legs to help him take off the last of your clothing. You close your eyes as he places hot kisses up your thigh, his hand pulled your leg over his shoulder.

You opened your eyes, looking down at him between your legs, his blue eyes piercing yours. He presses his hot tongue to your wet folds, your jaw dropping to let out a breathless gasp. Your fingers entwining into his hair, nails digging into his scalp emitting a groan from him. His lips wrapping around your clit making you lean your head back against the post.

“F-fuck, Billy.” You whined, looking down at his hungry eyes. His large hand kneading your skin as you licked at your folds. His tongue pushing past your entrance, thrusting in and out. “Oh my god.”

Your hands tugged at his messy hair causing him to groan into your pussy. His muffled noises vibrating into you. His thumb presses circles to your clit, whimpers emitting from your lips.

Your nails scratch into his scalp as he presses two fingers past your entrance, slowly stretching out your untouched pussy. The burn of the stretch causing to cry out his name.

“Shh, you’re doing so good.” He praised, mumbling words into your thigh. His fingers curled, reaching a spot inside you that made your back arch off the beam. “Yeah, just like that baby.”

“Billy, feels weird.” You whine, hips jerking against his hand. Your stomach felt tight like a wire about to snap. He made sure to grind his palm into your swollen clit while his fingers curled inside you. Your pussy squelched every time he thrusted his fingers back inside, your wetness coating his thick fingers.

“Come for me, be a good girl and come for me.” He pleaded, staring at you as the pitch of your moans picked up. You squeezed your eyes shut, hips bucking against his hand as the wire inside you snapped. “That’s it, feels good?”

You gasp as you recover from your orgasm, Billy pulling his fingers from you, placing them in his mouth. You watch Billy suck your juices off his finger on his knees under you. He lifts your leg off his shoulder, standing up to tower back over you.

“You taste so good, wanna try?” You didn’t get to answer before his mouth was on you. Your taste on his tongue invading your wanting mouth. You wished you could taste him too.

“Billy,” You push him back towards a stack of hay, pushing him to sit down. You straddle his lap, pulling off the garment covering your breasts. His tongue immediately circling your hard nipples, his hands fondling where his tongue wasn’t exploring. Your wet pussy pressed against the rough fabric of his pants. His painful erection pressing into your clit. “I wanna feel you.”

“Feel me then,” He responded into your chest. Pulling your hips onto him. Your shaking hands go to unbutton his pants, slowing pulling down the zipper. He lifts his hips for you pull down his pants and zipper. You nearly whined when you saw his length.

“Billy— How’s it going to…” His hands rub soothing circles on your back. His lips still kissing along your chest.

“Gotta be slow, it’ll fit just fine.” You nodded, wrapping your fingers around his cock. He was long, really long. You didn’t really know how big they were supposed to be but Billy’s was pretty. The way it slightly curved up, precum dribbling from his pink tip. You ran your thumb along the vein protruding from the side. “Oh— god.”

You looked down at his reaction, slowly stroking him up and down. He groaned into your breasts, teeth grazing your nipple.

“You like that Billy?” He nodded, mumbling ‘yes’ into you. You quickened your action, stroking him a bit fast. You ran your thumb across the tip smearing his precum around his tip. “Tell me.”

“God— if you keep that up I won’t last long.” He groaned leaning his head back, his breathing picking up. “I thought this was your first time.”

“It is,” You experimentally twist your wrist, a cracked moan escaping his swollen lips. Bucking his hips into your hand. “Billy, do it for me.”

“No, wanna be inside you.” He grabs your wrist pulling your hand from his cock. You whine, frustrated and wanting to see him fall apart. “Easy girl.”

Billy was kind of controlling the way he took your hips in his hands, guiding you onto his cock. He guided it to your entrance for you, slowly pulling you down on his cock. You jaw went slack at the stretch, your nails digging into his biceps.

“You wanna stop, just tell me.” He holds your hips letting you adjust to him. You leaned over to hide your face in his neck while your cunt adjusted to his girth.

“No, keep going, I can take it.” Was all you mumbled into his neck that was coherent. His hands pulled your hips down until there wasn’t a slither of space between you two.

His hands grabbed at the flesh of your ass, pulling you a few inches before pulling you back down. You were tight and so fucking warm. The way you wrapped around him made his brain go fuzzy. You allowed him to control your movements until you got acquainted to the feel, it wasn’t much different than cantering.

“Fuck—just like that.” You placed your hands on his shoulders, bouncing your hips up and down. The noises leaving his lips were like honey. He kissed along your jaw trying to distract himself from how you felt so good, better than anyone before. “So tight.”

“Billy,” You moan his name, grind your hips down on his cock. His thumb rolled lazy circles around your clit making your legs shake. Your legs got sore fast and it didn’t go unnoticed by Billy.

He pushed you over onto your back, pushing his cock back into your gushing cunt. You begged him over and over, ‘faster’. “Taking me so well, sweet girl.”

Your back arched off the hay that dug into your skin. His thumb rubbed faster against your clit, leggings shaking as they wrapped around his torso.

“You’re close, almost there.” His lips trailed her neck, free hand pressing against her breasts as they bounced with each of his thrusts. He mumbled praises into her skin. “So beautiful.”

“Billy, so big.” You mewl, his tip brushing your cervix with each thrust. Your hips bucking against him as you took each of his harsh thrusts. “M’gonna—“

“That’s it, come on my cock.” He kept his pacing, sucking dark bruises into your neck. Claiming you as his girl. “You gonna come for me?”

You nodded as you felt your body go hot, your cum coating his cock as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your nails left deep red scratches down his back.

“That’s it, there’s my girl.” He pulled out, stroking his cock until his cum spilled onto the hay and your thighs.

You laid breathless letting the hay scratch at your skin. Billy panted against your neck, hands caressing your sides.

“Not leaving again anytime soon.”

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[thesecretcornerintheroom]

Pairing: Oj Hayward x Black female reader

Warnings: Rated R for sure 18+, Thigh ridding, praise kink (some fluff if you squint)

Word count: 3,234

The plot: Y/n is Friends with the Haywards and has a crush on Oj who decides to give her a riding lessons.

“What do you mean horses scare you?” Em as we walk into the house with groceries. She said, laughing and slamming the groceries down on the table. “Me and horses don’t get along. I was at a fair once and-“ Your words were Cut short. Hearing heavy footsteps coming down the steps, you saw Oj in one of his old hoodies, his sun-bleached blue jeans filled out very well by his thighs, and his cowboy boots…. The only thing missing is the hat. Oj came back into the Room, skin glistening from being in the sun. He grabbed a water bottle out of the grocery bag. ”I need you to help me wash some of the horses, and Lucky needs-“ I knew it was coming any time OJ needed help with the Ranch; Emerald always has something to do. I wonder what the excuse would be. “Wow, you know what? I would love to help, but I have a thing to do for a nice little date tonight. Can you help me? Yeah, it might make her get rid of her fear of horses,” Emerald said, running out the door.

Before you knew it, you were in the barn with your arms crossed, standing awkwardly to the side, looking at the horses from afar. “Come here,” was all you heard from Oj, who was now brushing the horse.” “Ain’t no need to be scared of them. Horses are like big dogs,” he said. Still brushing the horse, he noticed you were inching closer to him, and lucky, slowly but surely, he grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him slowly, making sure not to scare you.“When I was a kid,” he said, touching your waist. You forgot how to think as he shifted himself behind you. You could feel his rough hands on your hips.his chest against your back as he slowly edged you forward to the horse. Your body was hyper-aware, aware of what was going on. Your body was stiff, but your legs were still working. “I had to help my dad give birth to one, and I was so nervous I was only like ten he said. His voice was rough due to his whispering. You could hear the twang in his voice, making goosebumps rise on your neck, as he slid his warm hand down your arm to wrap his hands around yours to inch towards the horse. “It was a mess. Emerald was crying cause she thought the horse was dying. My dad tried to stay calm because the horse would come in one of our worst storms in years. That same year, I lost my mom, and all I kept thinking was, what if the horse loses his mom?” He said, his voice burning, his body tense like he wanted to cry. “I ran upstairs, threw on my shoes and jacket, and ran downstairs. “Come on, Dad,” I said as we bolted to the barn to help the horse. “My hand was now touching the horse's nose, my eyes not breaking eye contact with the brown horse in front of me, who was very calm and still. “We helped the horse give birth, and we named it Lucky. You're petting Lucky right now,” said Oj. His voice was making the hair on my neck stand up. I could feel his lips brush my ear as they formed into a smile. He was causing me to gasp in surprise and turn to him. “Oj, that’s so sweet,” I said, hand trembling. I was too caught up in the moment to notice how close our face was. He nodded at the horse and backed away, leaving me some time alone with luck to pet and connect with him. It’s safe to say I’m not scared of horses anymore.

“Y/N, y/n, you okay? You looked spaced out,” said Emerald, who handed me a drink. Emerald had made her a special drink she called “the lucky” because whenever she makes it, someone “gets lucky and does it.” (It is just strawberry lemonade and rum). “So when you gonna tell my brother you like him so he can get a life she said, Now sitting down beside me on the floor,” causing me to choke on the drink causing me to stop on my words. “What made you say that,” I said now with a sting in my throat and watery eyes. “I saw it in your eyes the first time we met, and also, you didn’t fall for my flirting,” causing me to giggle. “You are so full of yourself, and I don’t think I will say anything. He's quiet and reserved. I’m loud and bubbly. I wouldn’t wanna make him uncomfortable,” I said, sipping the sweet drink that had a bite. “My brother has been like that my whole life, but I'll say he has to tolerate me. I'm his sister. But my brother, don't just deal with anybody,” she said, sipping her drink. Causing me to listen intensely.” What do you mean by that-”

What you all pick said OJ, interrupting our conversation. Oj had on one of his t-shirts and some shorts and sat on the floor beside me. “ Jeepers Creepers, y/n never seen it,” said Emerald, stuffing popcorn in her mouth. “Really, but you don’t like scary movies, “said OJ, looking at y/n. He looked you in your eyes, confused. “I’ll be fine you said, handing your cup to him so he could have a sip. Oj is not a drinker. You’ve only seen him drink beer every blue moon. But you noticed if you hand him any drink you were drinking, he’ll take a sip, or if your eating food and you offer him a piece, he’ll eat it and then rate it, which you find hilarious. “Hmmm, 7/10,” he said, sipping the drink. “Excuse me!! My drink is a 10/10, and You wouldn't know cause you haven’t felt the magic of the lucky special,” causing me to giggle and him to sigh.

We watched the TV. At first, you were watching Jeeper Creepers, the two weeks of siblings running away from the human bug, the truck being scarier, and following the siblings; before you knew it, your eyes were heavy. You could hear Emerald snoring beside you. “You sleepy,” said Oj. “Yeah, I should be heading home. You said, starting to get up.” It’s late, you can stay here, take my bed. I’ll put Emerald in Dad’s old room, and I’ll give you something to sleep in. “Okay, I said, not fighting with him. My eyes were heavy, and I would rather feel a warm bed than be on the road for 20 minutes to get home.

Oj turned the Tv off. We left the popcorn and snacks downstairs. Oj carried Emerald to his dad's room. Once he placed Emerald in bed, we went to his room. You noticed his room was reasonably clean; nothing was out of place. You saw paperwork on the desk, the bed, The plaid comforter. “Here u go,” He said, handing me one of his old faded shirts and a pair of boxers. Thank you. I said, yawning. I went into the bathroom to change. I looked at myself for a minute in the mirror. This will probably be my first and last time in one of his shirts. It was white and had a faded logo of the ranch name on it. It was a little baggy on you. It fell loosely to your thighs. His boxer shorts were too big and kept falling off your hips, so you decided not to wear them. You noticed Oj putting some clothes back in his drawer, his shoulders and back muscles tensing. “Thank you,” you said just standing there, causing Oj to turn around. “Mhm,” he said after staring at you longer than usual and returning to his drawer. “You know you can tell me what you’re thinking,” y/n said, her drink and the sleepy feeling getting to her. “I get you don’t get much to say. I wish I were more like you sometimes, but if you ever have anything you want to say, I’ll listen”. Oj looked at you with a look of confusion. “I know. Listening has always been my strong suit. Growing up on this ranch, I had to listen to orders and take instructions, and with a sister like mine, I had no choice but to listen, he said. Before I knew It, I sat on his bed, legs crossed, and we talked without interruptions. We talked about his childhood, his dealing with the loss of his dad, and how sudden. that was. The room was filled with conversation, head nods, laughter, and engagement. ���Okay,” you said so what’s your type you ask curiously. His eyes looked at the floor like he was thinking, then he looked at me. His eyes focused on me, and he stared at me awhile. “I don't have one,” his voice said. His voice was deep, which caused me to shiver internally. His words said one thing, but his eyes said something else. So you dont like what Emerald type I said, joking. I'm convinced that Emerald didn’t even know her type. If they were easy on the eyes and had a pulse, that was enough. ”I like what catches my eye,” he said, his eyes drifting away. “Why don’t you ever go on double dates with Emerald.” He asked, confused. “Dating has never been my thing. I love hanging out with friends and family, and I don’t particularly appreciate having to pretend I’m something I’m not till I’m comfortable with the person.” I was talking, thinking about all the bad dates I've been on or having to have a can-do spirit personality when the date was boring. “I don’t wanna have to pretend.” Between the conversation, I went from sitting on his bed to facing him sitting on the corner of his bed. His eyes were looking at me intensely. He was leaning in closer to me, hanging on every word I had said. Without a second thought, he stretched his hand out slowly to me, afraid he was going to spook me, and lay his hand on my thigh. “You don’t gotta put on a show for me.”

You became very aware that one hand was on your thigh, and the shirt he had given you fell perfectly in your lap to cover up enough of your body and leave rest to the imagination. You looked at him, feeling something turn in your stomach as your skin became hot. Without a second thought, you leaned forward and kissed him. The kiss was firm. His lips felt soft, and his hand slowly went from my thigh to my neck as he squeezed lightly, causing me to moan. OJ was leading the kiss, and I was following. You slowly wrapped your hands around his neck, bringing him closer to you. This caused him to let out a low grunt while kissing you, causing him to pull you into him while he was sitting on the chair. “Should I sit down?” I said, now in his lap once I sat on my leg On either side of his leg in the middle.

“You need to teach me how to ride,” I said, now feeling my hot center on his leg, which was adding the perfect pressure. I started to move my hips slowly and surely on his leg while kissing him. The kiss became more feverish and quick while I was driving my hips against his leg. I let a moan slip out of my mouth. His hands are now gripping my hips. “You gotta hold on tight, and you lead, and they’ll follow you.” He said, now locking eyes with me. The room that was once filled with conversation and laughter was now filled with something more serious; the remark was thicker in the air. As y/n looked back into his eyes, her eyes felt heavy as she started to move her hips back and forth slowly. Feeling tension building up in her hips and her core, she let out a gasp, causing Oj to grip her hips tighter and help her with movements of her hips on his thigh. “Uh-huh, just like that,” he said as he told me as he tightened his thigh, causing you to moan. He kissed her as another moan almost escaped her lips. My clit was now throbbing as I moved my hips back in forth. I could feel the wetness forming on his leg more. As I thought the sensation started to build in my legs, his hand went from my hips, now moving up to my waist, and my shirt was now rising as he went to touch my

Breast caressing and pinching my nipples caused me to inhale sharply, feeling that nerve goes down my spin he looked at me and removed the oversized t-shirt from me while I was still moving my hips, feeling the friction on my clit he was now kissing my neck nibbling licking leaving a tingly sensation. HIS hands grabbed my boob and licked my nipples. He seems to be taking his time with my nipples licking them, biting them, sucking them, causing me to bite my moan. As I grind into his hips, I feel his leg dampen more. My movements became more erratic, moving my hips and feeling my legs shake more. Knowing I was going to cum soon. “Uh uh,” he said grabbing my hips, “I want to be in you. I want to feel you, and I want to see you come on my dick. okay?” He said, his voice stern now, looking at me. “Okay,” I whisper. He was breathing quicker, trying to calm down.

Lay on the bed for me, and don’t touch yourself, he said. Now, lifting me off his leg, I could feel the cold air hit my body while my wetness ran down my leg. He placed me on the bed. Once he stood, he started to get undressed, and I took every part of his body in. He was thicker but also toned. You could tell from his physique he worked in nature, lifting, pulling, and tending to the ranch. Once he removed his underwear, his dick came from his boxers hard and ready. Ready for me, he started to climb on the bed, skin glowing in the dim light in his room.

As I lay down, I closed my eyes, trying to catch my body and thoughts. Is this happening? This isn’t a dream. Am I doing this with him? Oj?. I felt him climb on top of me. Are you okay he said his voice softer. If you want to stop, we can. I opened my eyes, knowing, looking into his eyes, that I was where I needed to be. His eyes were so big you always adored that about him. Whatever he didn’t say, his eyes always did. The hard part was knowing what he was thinking.

I’m okay I said, now looking at him with his shirt off, his skin still glowing. The light lighting over our bodies caused me to look at how his chest and shoulders had light stretch marks, causing me to smile. I lifted my hand, and my fingerprints glided across the skin's texture. Feeling the heat from his body under my fingertips caused him to shiver. He leaned his head down and kissed me. My senses were indeed heightened. His lips were soft, and his kiss was warm and slow. I could feel the air feeling my body as his hand rubbed my body. His hands felt amazing on my body. He had the type of hands that were slightly rough from working outside. He started to kiss my neck and the feeling he was giving felt amazing.

All the atoms in my body felt like they were moving. You could also feel him hardening on your thigh as he slowly moved against your thigh; you let out a moan as he bit your neck and rolled his tongue over your skin. “Please, I need you,” you said as you put your hands on the back of his neck, my hand moving down his back with my fingernails slowly dragging across his skin, causing him to moan and shake his head. He stops moving his hips with one quick motion, and he puts himself inside of you. Forcing you to gasp and him to grunt. You just basked in him being in you, the fullness he gave you, the throbbing and the heat. You were now focusing on him as he was now taking deep breaths.

“It’s been a while,” he let out a chuckle. “Then give me what you can you said, making him lock eyes with you. Before you knew it, he was slowly rolling his hips toward you, meeting your hips with a rhythm, causing you to moan. “You are so beautiful he said. “You know what he said?” “Yeah, you said meekly, more focused on the feeling more than anything. You could feel your stomach tightening, and your mouth opened slowly as you released your breath. “I need better than that he said as he snapped his hips into me, causing me to moan loudly.” YES, YES, you said. Now, he was picking up his speed. All you could feel was him going in and out faster. You could feel your legs start to shake, and you could feel yourself clenching around him. “Uh-huh,” he said, now more comfortable as he went in and out of me faster. My finger slowly dragged my nails down his back, causing him to grunt. I felt his hand wrap around my thigh to bring my leg up as he sank into me more, causing me to moan and close my eyes, my hand going from his back now trying to grab anything his arm, the blanket, the pillow. Y/n felt her wetness running down her legs on the sheets and her thighs. She truly wasn’t going to make it, and she knew it. The only sounds in the room were moans and grunts and our skin smacking together. “You getting there? I know you are he said in a deeper voice, causing me to moan in response. “You look so pretty coming undone for me…cumming on me” My eyes now closed as moans fell from my mouth as my hands grabbed the sheets around me. “Please, please, please,” the words falling into my mouth were slurred. Before I knew it, Oj's hand had both of my hands above my head pinned down, his other hand now rubbing my clit. “Cum for me, cum for me. I know you got it, good girl,” he said. His tone was so patient as he was ushering me through my orgasm. before I knew it, I was cumming on him and his fingers, and it felt like a haze had fallen on me.”Fuck” he said, panting as he pulled quickly. I soon felt something warm hit my stomach. The bed rose as the weight left the bed. “You okay,” he said, now rubbing your stomach and in between your thighs with a warm rag. You opened your heavy eyes. “Thank you for the lesson,” you said with a smile.

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The Dead Horse

summary: santi brings you back to reality.

pairing: fem!black!reader x santi garcia

contents: angst & fluff— happy ending, canon typical violence, blood, gore, ptsd, depression, feelings of hopelessness, friends to lovers, kissing

wc: 2,419

an: this has been sitting in my drafts for a while now bc of nerves, but always wanted to write Santi with a black love interest. planning to dip my toe into that pool more in the future 🥰

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You don’t know how long you’ve been sitting here like this. It could be minutes, hours, even days. In these four walls beneath the shower’s spray, there is nothing that matters. Not even you, not anymore. And while you’re usually the first to be cheery, to tell each of the guys that the work they do— the work you all do together— doesn’t compromise the goodness you see in their hearts, you’re having a hard time believing that right now.

Not with what you’d done. It was to survive, and while you’ve come to terms with how scary you could be in the past you thought it stayed there.

In the past.

Tonight had proven to you that you could always access that piece of you. That terrifying piece that was a killing machine. The emphasis doesn’t lie in efficiency, but in ruthlessness. You had shown no mercy, the switch for empathy and compassion turned off as soon as your hindbrain decided that it was fight or flight. Dormantly thirsty, lurking in the shadows waiting for its time, it chose to fight. But you had gone a step too far—like always— because of your lack of control.

You were messy, enjoying the cutting of thick flesh, the warmth of the blood as it sprayed you. The copper smell, so familiar and embarrassingly comforting, though you didn’t have the mind to think that now, not when you were exposing the pink underbelly of a corpse.

Santi’s been pacing the hallway since you all made it back to the safe house. He’d tried to chat you up on the way home with no success. You wouldn’t meet his eye, and when he drew nearer to catch your gaze it was empty. It chilled his blood. He wasn’t sure of what exactly happened in that room you’d gotten ambushed in but he’d seen the aftermath. Recalling the image of standing over one too many dead bodies, a gleam in your eye had made his stomach curl. He’d smoothed his hand over your knee and left it at that, trying his best to banish all the red and pink and white.

It’s been an hour since you’d stumbled into the bathroom. He can hear the shower still going when he puts his ear to the door and sighs, a mix of frustrated and concerned. He’s not sure what to do– he’s never had to take care of you before. He’s always been grateful for that given all the fondness he has for you bubbling just beneath. Any acknowledgement could jeopardize too much– missions, the dynamic of the team, and most importantly your friendship.

“You alright in there?” He calls softly through the door.

He’s met with silence. He rolls his neck, cursing beneath his breath as his mind goes back and forth, trying to decide what to do.

“Just go in there and check on her,” Frankie says from behind him, causing the other man to flinch. “Didn’t mean to scare you. You alright?”

“I’m fine,” Santi assures Frankie, leaning against the wall to face the man. He nods at the door. “She could be naked.”

Frankie snorts, shrugging. “She’s seen all of us at least half naked and well, Benny—“

Santi quickly cuts him off, trying to keep the sour jealousy out of his voice. He knows that there’s nothing going on between you and Benny, that Benny is as much of a flirt as he is but sillier and less concerned with his image. “But we haven’t seen her. I don’t— I’m a dog but I’m a respectful one.”

“If she’s gonna get help from anybody on this it’d be you. She trusts you man.”

Santi looks at him like he’s grown two heads but feels a little warm, “She trusts all of us, kind of a prerequisite of living and working with a group of men.”

“It's different with you. You should hear the way she talks about you when you’re not around.”

Santi almost lets himself think about it. Almost lets himself dream a little. Almost.

“Or see the way she looks at you when you’re not looking. Like a lost fucking puppy,” Benny pipes in, breezing down through the hallway between the two of them.

“Don’t sound so concerned, Benjamin,” Santi calls after the man, mouth quirking into a grin.

“Don’t look so smug, Santiago,” Frankie teases.

“I’m not smug,” He denies. He decides to go in, okay with being kicked out by you if it means that Frankie will be gone, done poking and prodding at what the man must know is his heart.

“Good luck.”

Santi murmurs a quiet thanks before slowly entering the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He stands, frozen in place for several moments as he digests the sight of you. It's heartbreaking. His chest goes tight, and he curses softly again. What could he do for you? He’d do anything, but he’s just not sure what. He feels helpless seeing you like this. He could burn this entire city, burn anyone who would look at you wrong. Hell, he’d burn the entire world if it meant some warmth would come back into your eyes.

You’re curled up, your arms resting atop your knees, head resting to stare forward. Your curly hair that usually frames your face is completely soaked like the rest of you, flat and sticking to your face in various places. He knows that your eyes are unseeing, that you’re so incredibly removed from yourself because you make no indication that he’s stepped into the room.

“I’m gonna come sit beside you, okay? That’s it. No words,” Despite his words he stays where he is for a handful of seconds, hoping to get some sort of answer from you. You don’t speak a word, don’t utter or sound or so much as look in his direction. But you do shift slowly, making more room for him underneath the water.

“Fuck, it’s freezing,” He grits out, drawing close enough to you that your shoulders rest flush against each other.

He gazes over at you, noticing the way the water glimmers on your brown skin. The way its collected on your dark eyelashes. If these were different circumstances maybe for just a handful of seconds he’d let himself get lost in your beauty. But then you acknowledge him– sort of. You hum softly and the leaning of your head on his shoulder. It's a good sign and he relaxes beside you.

“Do you want me to shut it off?” He asks gently, reaching out to take your hands into his. Your fingers are cold as ice, and he rubs at them in a futile attempt to generate some heat.

“No, please. No,” You beg hoarsely, suddenly springing to life. You grip at his hands desperately, eyes wide with panic as you finally meet his gaze.

“Alright, hush, cariño, I’ve got you. C’mere, baby,” He shushes you, pulling you into his arms and flush against him.

At little more present in the moment, you feel the chill registering. You curl up, tucking your face into the crook of his neck. There’s still some warmth in his skin and you press into it, letting the sound of his steady breath lull you back into a dissociative state.

Santi holds you for an undetermined amount of time. He runs his hands up your back, over the crown of your hair, feeling the difference of how your curls feel when wet. His hand drifts to your chin, and he leans away, tipping your head up.

“Honey, you’ve gotta talk to me,” He whispers.

Your dark eyes have a little more life to them, but that’s only amplified the sadness they hold. “Santi, I can’t. I can’t. Don’t make me, please.”

“I have to, you can’t stay like this. We’ve got to get it out in the open.”

“Like you do?” You challenge– your voice distinctly unkind, harder than he’s ever heard it before. His brow furrows and guilt blossoms inside of you. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have. This just fucking sucks, Santiago. Its all wrong again.”

“Tell me what’s wrong and we’ll fix it.”

“There’s no way we can fix it. I’m just broken. I’ll always be haunted by her. She’ll always be here, waiting for an opportunity for that.”

“You preach that shit to me and the guys. Day in and day out. Every mission, and you don’t believe it?”

“I do— I did. I believe it for you. For them. You’re good people, Santi. Good men, all of you. You take care of me.”

“You take care of us, honey. Fish hangs on your every word. Will too. Benny is well— Benjamin.”

“And you?”

He shrugs, “You know I gave into this a long time ago. Before we even met. No other way for me to be.”

“Do you believe me?”

“I try to. I want to. There are parts of me too that I don’t like. I want them gone. I rip them up and bury them but they always come back to haunt me. I don’t think that means I’m not trying to be better, but it means I’ll never be the man I want to be.”

You frown at him, concerned, “Santi—“

“It’s okay. I accepted that after the first tour. Sometimes you gotta let the horse be dead.”

“Do you think my horse is dead?”

There’s no room for his ego, no room for hiding when he hears the blatant fear in your question.

He rests his head back against the wall, murmuring, “I think you’re the sweetest thing this earth has to offer.”

“You think so?”

“Bouncing around with your curls, and your sweet little smile. Kicking Benny’s ass with grace while you’ve got a cake in the oven. You should see yourself with Frankie’s little girl.”

“Seems like you watch me a lot,” You suggest softly.

“I watch you all the time,” He admits, but there’s no shame in his voice. In fact you can see resolve in his eyes, and possessiveness. A chill runs down your spine and it’s not from the water. Santi mistakes it for that anyway. “Let me turn this off for us?”

He’s still asking. Still checking in with you though there’s much more light in your eyes.

“Yeah, okay.”

Santi leans up and turns off the shower, letting out a sigh of relief. He runs his hands over your wet curls, pushing them away from your forehead. His thumbs swipe your cold cheeks, brushing away some of the water droplets.

Without that steady sound of the shower, sheets cascading down on you, you both are feeling a little more exposed.

“I came in here to make sure you were alright, not spill my fucking guts. I just had to take care of you,” He says, his voice uncharacteristically hesitant.

“You can always take it back,” You say teasingly, though most of you expect him to bite at your offer.

He’s said much more in these last few minutes than he ever has to you— Santi’s a sweet guy under all his charm, but he never lets you see below the surface. Not until now, when letting you in seemed like the only way to get you out.

It takes more effort than he expects to pull himself away from you. He leans back against the shower wall, nimble fingers lacing together in his lap. “And lose you?”

“You could never lose me, Santi,” You murmur, reaching out to grab one of his hands.

Your eyes roam him, a little in disbelief at what’s happening right now. But yes, it is Santiago Garcia sitting next to you. With his dark brown eyes, his sharp jaw dappled with stubble, his salt and pepper hair looking much darker and curlier than usual due to the water.

“Yeah?” Santi asks, eyes glued to where yours sits atop his. He traces slowly over the sight of you two linked together, admiring how soft and rich your skin looks even after sitting in a shower for so long.

He’s a goner isn’t he?

“Yeah.”

There are butterflies in his stomach. Butterflies, sweat slicking his palms despite the fact that he’s soaked through his clothes and down to the bone. He realizes in this moment that he’s not just a goner. No— he loves you. He knew that he was harboring some kind of feelings for you, but when your eyes meet his— earnest and tender— he can only think one thing: I love you.

His eyes hungrily drop to your full mouth, and another shiver runs down your spine. “Let me kiss you.”

You nod, squeezing his hand that’s still in yours.

“I need to hear you say it. You have to say it for me, so I can believe it.”

“I want you to kiss me, Santiago. Please.”

He’s on you then. All over you. His hands move quickly, guiding you back into his lap before one loops around your torso and holds you close. The other cups your jaw, angling it back so that he can press his mouth to yours. You’re breathless before the space between you is closed, chest heaving at how sure and firm his hands are. He kisses you. Kisses and kisses you, like his life depends on it. Like you’re lost and the only thing that will guide you home is his insistent tongue.

Your hands slip and slide against the fabric of his wet shirt before you give up, raising them to tentatively cup his face so that you can have leverage.

“That’s it honey, kiss me back. Take what you want to. Whatever you need,” He encourages between kisses.

Take you do. You squirm in his lap until he lets you shift and straddle him. It had started with him leading you, consuming you but now it’s your turn to surround him. Santi gives in, sighing into your mouth as your tongue goes on the hunt for his. You kiss him. Kiss him and kiss him until your mouth aches. When you pull away his is flushed pink, newly wet. You run your thumb over his lips before wiping your own mouth.

He looks up at you like hang the moon. His eyes are soft and hazy, pink mouth pulling up into a smirk. There’s the Santi you know. The Santi you love. But even now, he’s softer and sweeter, gathering you close again.

“What do you need now, sweetheart? What can I do to make it better?”

“You.”

“I’m yours.”

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[ghouljams]

GOD ghpst MOVE your ass i want her too :((( goose just one chance goose pLEASE im so gay i have tears in my eyes she's so hot she's so gorgeous she's a goddess im in love with her please please please goose please if she kissed me gentlyand called me good girl (OR good boy i can do both im versatile like that) i think i would have zero problems i think that would fix me goose pleaseppelase pelase im so in loive with her goose pLEAASE ouyghhhhhhhhh

The absolute havoc Goose wrecks through her natural inclination to call everyone darling and baby. Here she is at the rodeo, her natural habitat. Scaring men away from her favorite competitors and giving herself an edge.

"Oh bless his heart he is tryin'." Goose makes a face at the bull rider you've been avoiding for the last six hours. She grimaces and settles a hand on her hip. "You need me to run 'im off, baby?" She asks you, her tone light but sincere. You try to tamp down the way the lilt in her voice sends shivers down your spine.

"I'm alright," you tell her, fixing the straps on your saddle, "he'll just come buzzin' back, can't take no for an answer."

"He'll take my no," she murmurs, the dip in her voice, the shake of anger... you tense to keep from letting on what this woman does to you. Damn, why'd it have to be Goose of all people queued up with you. She's going to mess up your whole ride.

"Just leave 'im," you shrug, trying to keep your brain on your horse and not your companion, "I don't wanna cause a fuss."

"Oh no darlin'," Goose coos, turning your head with two fingers under your chin, "you're not startin' anythin', it's on him to take your no and leave it." She tips your head, her brows drawing together, "Just bad breedin' that's all he is."

You try to turn away from her and she holds you firmly in place. "Ah, ah," she corrects, "you keep your eyes on me hun, just look'it me for a few minutes while I talk to you. Just long enough to scare off your flies then I'll let you go. You can do that for me?"

You nod. You don't know what else you're supposed to do but nod.

"Good," the purr in Goose's voice could kill a man, it might have already you don't know, "good girl."

You don't know what the fuck Goose talks about for the next few minutes, you're too focused on the way she leans close, the curve of her smile, the vibration of her voice through you, to be listening. The only thing your brain picks up is the occasional pet name, a baby here, a darling there, one sweetheart, and a sugar to round it out. You do manage to pick up a "You are pretty though aren't you? If I weren't married I might do something about the brain leakin' out your ears."

Your run is absolutely fucked. You may as well drop out of the rodeo altogether. Goose's eyes dart to the side and you're released from her spell as quickly as she wove it.

"See, man just needed to think you were off the table." Goose beams at you, claps you on the shoulder and turns to deal with her own horse, as if she hasn't turned your legs to jelly and your brain to mush.

You highly doubt she's actually scared off your bull rider. You've had months trying to chase Graves off your tail, he's not going to abandon ship because of Goose. You can almost hear him asking to join the two of you. Shameless. Both of them are shameless. (But what does that make you?)

[formulaforza]

carousel-- c.sainz

paring: carlos sainz x reader word count: 670 a/n: dad!carlos

They installed a permanent carousel downtown a few months ago, just a couple blocks away from your house, right in the middle of the park you took your daughter to play in. She’s been bugging you since it got installed to go for a ride, but they don’t take card and you always forget about it when you’re getting ready to leave the house with her. 

You remembered last week, though, and after paying and waiting in line for fifteen minutes with an impatient toddler, she got too scared to ride it. Another fifteen minutes later you were able to convince her to sit with you in one of the carriage benches, but she was completely horrified at the idea of riding on one of the horses. 

She woke you up early Saturday morning, jumped into the bed and tackled you awake. You got up and made breakfast–actually made it, didn’t just give her a bowl of cereal and popped a bagel in the toaster for yourself–while you waited for Carlos to get back from the gym. 

“¿dónde papi?” She asked, for the millionth time since you put a plate of pancakes in front of her. He’ll be home soon, you told her again and again until he was actually home, walking into the kitchen with his gym bag still slung over his shoulder, empty water bottle in his hand. He kissed the top of your daughter’s head, stole a piece of fruit from her plate and got a pint-sixed scolding, patted Piñon’s head, kissed you on his way to the bedroom. “Morning,” he spoke against your lips. 

“Morning.” You say. “Want to come to the park with us?”

“Oh, my goodness!” He gasps, dramatically, makes your little girl giggle around her fork. “The park!? Is this true, nena?”

“Si!” She giggles. “We bring Piñon.”

“Well then,” He turns back to you with a smile. “How could I miss it?”

– –

“Mami, we go on the ride?” She asks, tugging on your hand as soon as her eyes land on the colorful carousel.  You consider telling her you don’t have the money, but you know Carlos does, know he won’t pick up on it until it’s too late. 

“I don’t know, nena.” You told her, “You had no fun last time.”

“No, Mami!” She whines, “I be good.” 

You play with Piñon in the park, the three of you, for over an hour before she’s back on it again, asking to ride it and promising that she isn’t going to have a meltdown. You give in, because you’ve been working on picking your battles and in the grand scheme of things, another trip around the carousel seated on the benches isn’t going to be the end of the world. 

Carlos stays with the dog, watches from behind the barricade, and you wait in line with your daughter. Predictably, she refuses to get on. Nena, por favor, you plead with her, but she isn’t budging. “You want to go with Papi?” You can literally see the lightbulb go off in her head before she nods. 

You should’ve known–she’s been a daddy’s girl since before she was born. You swap places with him and watch on with Piñon, watch Carlos hoist your little girl up onto one of the horses, strap the belt around her little body and stand next to her. He takes a picture of her, one you know you’ll be grateful for when you see it, her cheesy smile making him laugh at his phone screen. 

They really are the best of friends, you never could have convinced her to get on the actual ride, but you doubt Carlos even had to ask. They giggle like they’re both little kids the entire time, Carlos winks at you once and the next time around the both blow you kisses. 

“Did you have fun?” You asked when they got off, while your daughter scratched the dogs ears. 

“Super fun.” She said, smiled, absolutely beamed up at Carlos. Only him, only her father, only her hero.

[junosartsthetic]

Baby, I’m Jealous

Headcanons for when a collection of my favorite JJBA characters get jealous (whether they’d like to admit it or not). She/her pronouns used for reader.

Hol Horse

Jealousy?

Please

He’s a love ‘em and leave ‘em type 

He doesn’t get jealous

At least, that’s what he tells himself when he sees you with some smooth-talking son-of-a-bitch from across the bar

He grips his drink angrily, chugging it down in one fell swoop

Just because you two weren’t official, more like a friends with benefits situation, doesn’t mean this asshole had any right to speak to you, much less caress your hips like he wanted to get you out of your dress

Besides, he didn’t like this guy

A feeling in his gut told him he was gonna break your heart

Not on his watch

You didn’t have time to think before Hol was wrapping his arm around your waist from behind, pulling you against his seething chest

“I don’t know what the hell you think yer doin’ with my girl, but if you don’t get outta my sight by the count of three—”

He summons his stand

“I’m gonna pump ya full of lead”

The bastard is gone before you could process what happened

“Was he botherin’ ya, sweetheart?” he breathes against your ear

“Was he bothering you?” you replied, turning to smirk at him

“I didn’t know you could get so jealous, cowboy”

“Just wanna make sure my cowgirl is okay”

You roll your eyes

“Whatever you say. Just next time, wait until I score a free drink before scaring off the asshole, okay?”

Jonathan Joestar

He’s a proper gentleman (trademark)

But deep down

There’s definitely a part of him that comes out when he sees someone particularly close to you

He convinces himself its to keep you safe and sound

But he knows you’re fine

He just wants you in his arms instead of across the ballroom chatting with another man

Quickly, the man backs off, leaving you alone

It doesn’t take you long to figure out what scared him off

You turn around to see your Jonathan with a deadly stare

He immediately smiles once he has your attention

You walk over, shooting him a look

“JoJo, sweetheart. You didn’t scare off that man, did you? The one I was talking to?”

He places his hands in yours, pulling you close as he presses a kiss to your forehead

“What are you talking about, love?”

“Jonathan.”

“I thought he might be making you uncomfortable.”

“Jonathan Joestar. Be honest with me.”

“I didn’t like how close he was to you. . .”

He pulls away to give you his usual puppy dog eyes

For such a giant, looming hunk of a man, he made you melt into a puddle with his cuteness

“I apologize for my actions. I don’t know what came over me”

You press a long kiss to his lips

“Just save that energy for our wedding night, alright, JoJo?”

His face erupts in red

“Aren’t you bold tonight, my love?”

You shoot him a wink

“I liked the fire in your eyes, what can I say?”

Jean Pierre Polnareff

For such a bold and flirty individual, he sure is a hypocrite

Of course, he’s now only flirty with you, his one and only

But still

When he spots a barista write his number on your coffee cup, he can’t help himself

Like the dramatic knight in shining armor he is

He stands from the table, swooping over to where you stand at the pick-up counter. You blink in surprise

“I said I could grab the coffee—”

He cuts you off with a hand on your back, the other sliding to grip your thighs. In the blink of an eye, he’s got you dipped back in the middle of a Starbucks

He never ceases to surprise you

Of course, you both lean in for a kiss

You have a feeling you know what this sudden romantic action is about

You pull away before he can deepen the kiss

“Jean, we are in public, you dork. What was that all about?”

“I just wanted to show my love, cherie,” he says

“Right,” you reply, steadying yourself upright before grabbing your coffee. You point to the number

“It had nothing to do with this?”

He feigns a gasp

You roll your eyes

“You’re a terrible faker, you dumbass.”

You plant a kiss on his lips

“But still. You’re cute when you get jealous.”

“That wasn’t jealousy!”

“Whatever you say.”

“I swear it wasn’t—hey! Don’t walk away from me! Come back!”

Joseph Joestar (p 3 version of course)

He likes to say he’s too old for childish shit like jealousy

But there’s still occasions where it gets to him

Especially when you look so nice in your work attire

A simple pencil skirt and white blouse drives him crazy

You only get one step out the door before lilac vines ensnare your waist, pulling you back inside and against a familiar broad chest

“What do you think you’re doing, mister?” you ask, eyes still focused on the still open door

“Who are you trying to impress dressed like that, sweetheart?”

“These are my usual work clothes, Joseph.”

“And still, you drive me crazy wearing them.”

You roll your eyes, turning to flick his forehead

“Can I go do my job now?”

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you in for a kiss

You have to stop his hands from exploring down your lower back

You pull away

“Are you seriously getting jealous of nobody right now?”

“Nobody? I’m jealous of every lucky bastard you walk past today. It’s not fair”

“I can’t just wear a robe to work. Besides, you’re the only one who gets to see me with these clothes off”

You pat his cheek, stepping out of his grasp

“I’ll see you when I get home, okay? I’ll bring dessert”

He stares as you saunter out the door, giving him a wink that makes him swoon

“You’re such a tease, (Y/N)!”

Guido Mista

He tries to control himself as much as possible

His rambunctious stand, however?

You can’t go out wearing anything remotely revealing without them fussing over you and everyone else

“Mista!!!!! Do you see what she’s wearing? What if she finds someone else looking like that and falls in love with them instead?”

“Yeah! What if someone tries to hit on her? Can we shoot them? Is that okay? Mista!”

You hear their whines as you finish applying your lipstick

“Hey,” you speak up, “I’m happily dating Guido Mista, my lovely boyfriend. I’m not going anywhere, guys. Promise.”

“Mista!! How’d you get so lucky!!!!”

Mista is leaning against the doorway, staring as you stand from your vanity

You give him a twirl in your new dress

“How do I look?”

The pistols have to snap him out of his daze

“Holy shit.”

You laugh, planting a kiss on his cheek, leaving a stain of your lipstick on his sweaty face

He is down bad

He vaguely thinks about begging you to stay home and let him rip that gorgeous outfit off of you

But he knows how much you’re looking forward to girl’s night

“I’m leaving with the girls. I’ll be back by midnight, okay? Keep the bed warm and I might just meet you in it.”

He nods eagerly

[snootlestheangel]

NikGraves? They’re slowly becoming one of my favorite ships

This is gonna be a lot like the last one just without Price so it'll be interesting to see how that changes the dynamics

Feel free to submit ships or other questions about the ship like "Who takes the hottest shower?"

Who was the one to propose? Graves. He knows when he likes something and isn't going to shy away from keeping it

Who stressed more over wedding planning? Still Nik. I can see Graves being stressed at first but then he mentions it to a few of the Shadows closest to him and boom! He's got like a professional wedding planning team.

Who decorated the house? Graves. Nik wanted to but Graves has so much gifted to him from his Shadows they had no choice. Of course, the only stuff that goes up is stuff Graves likes. He's got class, after all.

Who is more organized? Once again going off the idea that Graves is really good at keeping up appearances of being organized, but it's Nik that's keeping track of stuff. They make an incredibly well-functioning duo which scares people. Truly a power couple

Who suggested kids first? Still Nik as a genuine topic. Graves gives in pretty easily, especially when they find the cutest little girl and take her in. Now, all I'm picturing is Graves waltzing into Shadow Base with their little girl just proudly showing her off. Idk why this is a thought I had with this, but Graves calls Nik his "big bear" cause like, duh? And it kinda sticks until they adopt their daughter and then suddenly he's "Papa Bear" and she's little "Pooh Bear". So of course Graves got her a little bear onesie complete with ears on the hood. And she's running around on the base, and the Shadows are all 'screaming' "There's a bear loose!" and it takes a bold Moose to rein the terrible monster in *I am not sorry, Mike :D* Another super cute idea relating to NikGraves and their toddler: Graves, holding her up like Simba in that one scene: BEHOLD, A CHILD! *cheers and screaming from the Shadows. There are some of them crying* *Graves could not be happier*

Who's the cuddler? Nik is still the cuddlier one. Graves gets dogpiled a lot during the day, but poor Nik has no one to cuddle "except for you, lyubov ;)"

Big spoon/little spoon? They interchange a lot, but Graves does his best to be a big spoon, even if he secretly melts when Nik just wraps around him from behind.

Favorite non-sexual activity? Horse back riding. I dunno I just see them doing that for some reason. They continue going to the same place after adopting 'Pooh Bear' because there's a special program for young families (ie families with small children) and she's just giggling madly while riding the cutest pony. (This idea has possessed me. This is your fault, @mike-like-t-scream all yours! We're just trading brainworms at this point, aren't we? First it was you with Moose, then me with the fucking YouTuber AU, and then you with Graves, and now me with NikGraves and their toddler daughter)

Who cooks? Graves. He knows how to feed his man. Mostly cause his Southern ass would drop dead if the love of his life hadn't eaten properly all day

Who comes home drunk at 3am? Nik on the rare occasion, but if there was a party with the Shadows, it's Graves or one time it was both.

Who kills the spiders? Nik, but he's under watch. I genuinely feel like Graves is the type of mf-er to have been like "Oh, yeah, guys I got this" during his recruit days, only for him to have been bitten and break out into a horrendous allergic reaction. Nik and Graves both don't to risk him having another allergic reaction like that

Who falls asleep first? Even though Nik is a pretty chilled out, sleepy looking kind of guy, he's genuinely so bad about sleeping. Look at that man and tells me he gets the recommended amount of sleep at night, I fucking dare you. SO therefore, Graves always passes out the second he hits the mattress. He's either 100 or 0, no in between.

A head-canon? Graves actually has a few siblings, and he's still relatively close to his family. Close as in he enjoys visiting on the holidays and for special occasions but other than that, they don't really talk much. Not for bad reasons, just more like he and his siblings all grew up and have lives of their own now. His family members were not fans of Nik, at first. Especially Graves's parents. Hell, this guy's probably a good ten years older than Graves if I had to guess, and which means Graves's parents are about the same age distance apart, assuming they were in their twenty's when they had Phil. It took a while for them to all warm up to Nik, which he probably expected, but they were never outright mean to either Nik or Phil. His mom definitely voiced her concerns, and his dad definitely threatened Nik (to which Nik treated it with such seriousness and he like shook Graves Sr.'s hand with a grim "With my life, I will protect him" to which Graves Sr. is like "oh yeah, this dude's chill!"). ALSO Graves is definitely a middle child. He gives off such strong feral middle child vibes to me, I just... He's the middle child, I promise.

Do they have any rituals? Graves's rituals for safety, fun, and winning during the Shadow Olympics and Nik's stretches for safe flying.

Who has the most patience? Nik, obviously. This actually concerns his parents-in-law cause let's be honest, the Graves family is probably a bit messy and they all have pretty short tempers with each other. Meanwhile Nik's just chilling, he's vibing with the old family dog while his husband and brother-in-law are wrestling over the last burger, as if they both aren't in their forties.

Gif that sums up the relationship:

*is still sick* Hehe cats

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the bond - chapter eleven.

*bond: a relationship between people or groups based on shared feelings, interests, or experiences.

word count: 6177

based off of: 2x09, 2x10, 2x11 & 2x12

a/n: finaleeeeeee of seasonnnnn twoooooooo

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“Mikasa!”

The sound of your horses racing through the forest is loud, pounding through your ears as you strain to focus, fingers gripping the reins of your horse tightly–enough that your knuckles have turned white and the muscles in your fingers ache. But you don’t let up, your body tilts forward to keep the pace of your horse fast and so that you don’t stray behind the others. The exhaustion of the past few days is creeping up on you, but you refuse to let it win.

Not now.

You needed to talk to Reiner and Bertholdt yourself, you needed to know why and most importantly, you needed to get Ymir and Eren back.

“Hey, Mikasa!”

It’s Hannes calling for Mikasa, and you know for a fact that she can hear him. She’s quite a far bit ahead of everyone else, a little more desperate than anyone and far more determined. You understand why–but it’s hard to ignore the fact that she’s blatantly disregarding orders given to you all in her drive to save Eren. 

“Mikasa!”

Hannes is able to reach Mikasa, falling next to her as you glance ahead, eyeing the back of their heads, noticing the way Mikasa finally seems to register Hannes, a gasp of surprise leaving her lips as she glances back at him.

“Stop pushing so hard,” he advises, “you’re drifting near the vanguard. It’ll ruin the whole formation. I know how you feel, but… didn’t I tell you? Eren won’t get taken away without putting up a fight. Don’t you agree?”

Feeling your nails dig into the palm of your hand, you let a small smile slip onto your lips.

Hannes was right, even if he wasn’t talking to you. You like to think you know Eren, even if not as much as Armin or Mikasa did–you felt the two of you understood each other in ways maybe others didn’t. You understood his drive to kill the Titans, you understood his desperation to join the Scouts when you all were training. Most importantly, you knew that if there’s one thing Eren would never do it was give up.

And he certainly wouldn’t let Reiner and Bertholdt crush his spirit like that.

He wouldn’t let them win.

“So,” Hannes continues, “it’s up to us to stay calm and be there when he needs us. Just like we did back then.”

Your eyes flicker to the back of Mikasa’s head, trying to think about what she must be feeling now. It was obvious to anyone with a brain that she was in love with Eren (and you’d argue, the same went for him, but Eren would never admit to it). You couldn’t imagine what it’d feel like to know the person you cared so deeply about has been taken by people you thought were your friends… not knowing if he was okay, where he was, when you’d see him again…

As if on instinct, your eyes flicker to your right, gaze drifting across Jean next to you. It’s unconscious, you barely realize you’re looking at him before you blink, snapping your head back ahead of yourself, feeling your cheeks warm, just faintly, despite yourself.

You’d looked at him without thought, your head had moved on your own, the thought of how you’d feel if it was Jean and not Eren… and how that had scared you so bad you didn’t even want to think about it.

It comes a slow, startling realization that you think you understand Mikasa a little bit better in that moment – because if it was Jean who was the Attack Titan, and it was Jean that had been taken by Reiner and Bertholdt, you think you’d be out of your mind with worry. You’re not sure when your feelings for him grew to be so strong, strong enough you don’t even really know how to describe them–or rather, are too scared–but they’re there and it’s striking enough that you realized you’d do anything to make sure Jean stayed out of harm's way.

Anything.

-

“Straight ahead! There’s a light ahead!”

Lips parting, you raise your head, following the direction Armin’s pointing at. The light is gone, but you have no doubt about Armin’s words – if there was a light, that means…

“It’s the light that appears when a Titan transforms!”

“Then we’re just in time,” Commander Erwin mumbles, before his back straightens and you watch as his face hardens with determination. “Soldiers, disperse! We believe the enemy has already transformed! Locate Eren and recover him!”

You turn left with Jean and Connie, trying to ignore the racing of your heart as you race forward.

A scream catches your attention, head turning to the right as you watch one of the Military Police get grabbed by the surrounding Titans, crying out for help, but nobody can do a damn thing as the Titan opens its mouth and rips him in half. Frowning, you watch as the blood comes spurting out, body tensing and muscles freezing at the sight, before slowing your head turns forward, swallowing thickly.

“Another one of the Police!” Jean cries.

“Battle is not our objective!” Erwin cuts in, voice carrying over the crowd. “Prioritize recovery and retreat!

With a single nod, more to yourself than anyone else, you stand from your horse and click your ODM gear into action, zooming through the forest, feeling the rush of the wind blow through your hair, keeping a clear eye out as you maneuver your way through. You’re looking for any sign of Reiner and Bertholdt, and more importantly, Eren and Ymir. You didn’t have very much time left, everyone knew that, so every moment was of the essence. Saving your friends was the most important thing.

A sudden bellowing scream cuts through your thoughts, loud enough to feel the trees rumble as you zip through, and enough to make you feel like it’s shaking you yourself.

That was…

“A titan’s scream!”

“It came from ahead!”

Never faltering, you race forward, eyes peeled for a single sight of the Titan – you couldn’t let it get past you, especially if it was Reiner or Bertholdt. You don’t you’d miss it, it was more of a case of if you’d be able to stop them or not. This might be your only opportunity to find Eren and Ymir.

You zip through a foliage of trees, and when you come out the other end, your eyes widen at the sight of a Titan right across from you. Only, it’s not just any Titan; it’s not the Armored or the Colossal, and it’s not Eren’s Attack Titan either–it’s Ymir’s! You’d recognize it anywhere. You still remember clearly when she’d leapt off that castle, in a fit of bravery, could still hear Krista’s cry for her as she shifted into a Titan and fought off every Titan that had had you surrounded.

A cry catches your attention, gaze snapping to your left where you see one of the Scouts preparing for an attack. Instantly, you rush forward, Connie who’d been beside you getting the same idea as he cries out for him to wait, the both of you landing on either side of her Titan.

“Don’t attack!” You bellow, voice screeching as you hold your hands out before yourself.

“This is Ymir,” Connie explains for you, “she’s the one they took! In Titan form!”

“Please just wait!” You add when you see the look of uncertainty on the Scout’s face, him shuffling in the spot, as if unsure whether he should trust you both or not.

“Hey, Ymir!” Connie calls to her, “why are you the only one here?!”

She doesn’t answer, just simply turns her head.

Your eyes widen at her silence, turning to her; “where’s Eren?! What about Reiner? Bertholdt?!”

In the next second, Jean catches up, landing on the tree to your left. Your eyes fall on him, and he gazed back at you confused.

“So that’s Ymir?” Armin asks.

Mikasa shakes her head; “did she turn into a Titan and fight with Reiner?!”

“Ymir?” Jean calls in disbelief, “did you get away from Reiner?! Where are they?!”

You turn back to Ymir, lips left parted. There’s something… something wrong. Why isn’t she saying anything? Why isn’t she doing anything?

Why is she alone?

“Tell us anything, Ymir!”

Her head turns, left, then right, she’s looking for something.

Someone.

“Hey, say something already!” Connie cries, frustration bleeding into his tone as he moves to land on her head, harshly kicking at her. “Hey, ugly! We’re in a hurry!”

But she just continues to glance around–looking at everybody one by one.

When her eyes turn to you, you shake your head.

Something’s not right.

“Ymir!”

It’s Krista. A quick glance behind you tells you she’s making her way here fast, and instantly, Ymir turns in  the direction of her voice.

“Thank goodness!” Krista smiles softly, “you’re all right!”

In the next second, Ymir’s leaping off the tree next to you, nearly crashing into you as you lean back, narrowly missing her shoulder into your head, and as you turn your head, disbelief floods through you when she… eats Krista.

“No way…”

“She ate Krista!”

She’s racing forward, not with a single care towards any of you, getting further and further away.

“Don’t just stand there!” Jean calls out, racing forward, “chase her!”

Blinking, you follow his lead not a second later, zipping forward with a single click of your omni gear. This is your chance, whatever was happening with Ymir, you… know she’d never hurt Krista. Something was wrong, something happened. If you reached her maybe you’d finally get some answers.

You’d have to.

“She’s fast!” You bellow, glancing back at Mikasa and Armin, “we’re losing her!”

“Why would Ymir do that?” Mikasa calls out, confused.

“I can’t be the only one who could’ve guessed it would turn out this way!” Jean argues.

“Yeah!” Armin agrees, “she’s clearly hostile to us now! Looks like she’s cooperating with Reiner! She lured us right in!”

“But Krista!” You cry, pulling their eyes on you briefly. “She would never hurt Krista!”

And nobody says anything, because nobody knows anything anymore.

A bright light stuns you, causing everyone to pause, landing on the trees, unable to see anything before a loud thud hits the ground, rumbling all the way up to the trees, and a blink later and suddenly–it’s the Armored Titan!

It’s Reiner.

A small figure follows after him. You squint your eyes to confirm it’s Bertholdt, but on the back of him… strapped to him, it’s… it’s Eren!

Bertholdt lands on Reiner’s back, Ymir still in her Titan form following not a second later, whilst Reiner never stops. Never falters.

Getting further and further away.

“Oh, no! Eren’s being taken away!”

You all stay there, watching in disbelief.

“Don’t stop!” A new voice cries, pulling your attention behind you, only for your eyes to fall on Hannes. He comes to a stop behind all of you, voice bellowing; “get on your horse and chase!”

It’s all it takes.

Everyone moves without hesitation, not wasting a second or uttering any words as you all get onto your horses, racing in the direction Reiner had gone.

You were getting Eren back, no matter what.

-

Reiner is a lot slower than Ymir. he doesn’t have the speed or the litheness to race ahead like she had.

Slowly, you can see yourselves gaining up on him.

“He’s not fast enough to escape! We’ll catch up!”

“This time,” Mikasa speaks up, voice low and you’re not sure if she’s speaking so much to herself or everyone else. “I won’t hesitate. I’ll kill them both, I swear! And if Ymir gets in my way, she’s asking for it, too. No matter what it takes… I will!”

Glancing ahead of yourself, you frown.

-

Landing next to Jean, you swallow thickly, glancing down at Bertholdt who has yet to notice any of you.

“Quit it, Eren!” He cries, face pressed against the back of Reiner’s Titan form. “Don’t struggle!”

“Good luck with that, Bertholdt,” Jean calls out, pulling Bertholdt’s attention on him and thus, everyone else, his eyes widening in disbelief at the sight of everyone surrounding him. “It’s impossible to get him to calm down. He’s the most irritating guy there is! I know better than anyone! I hate him as much as you do. So let’s beat him up together.” And slowly, as his face falls, before he adds; “why don’t you come out of there?”

“Bertholdt!” Mikasa bellows, voice pitching as she glares down at him, sword held threateningly before her. “Give him back!”

“Hey…” Connie speaks up, voice wavering as he glances down at his hands. You turn to him, frowning, as he still wants to believe that this is all one big misunderstanding. “You’re kidding, right? Bertholdt? Reiner? This whole time… you kept quiet and deceived us? That’s so cruel!”

“You guys!” Sasha finishes, “Tell us it’s all a lie!”

Biting your lip, you shuffle forward, meeting Bertholdt’s gaze with something you hadn’t thought was left – hope. You’d seen it yourself, watched them turn even if you hadn’t heard what they said. The proof had been there, plain for you to see, but maybe… maybe it was just one big misunderstanding.

“It has to be,” you cry, feeling your vision blur as you let yourself fall, “this can’t be real, right?”

Bertholdt doesn’t say anything.

Reiner keeps running.

“Hey, hey, hey…” Jean calls, shaking his head. “You think you can just keep running away? That’s not gonna happen! For three years, didn’t we sleep under the same roof as comrades through thick and thin? Bertholdt… your odd sleeping positions were truly an art form. After a while, we all looked forward each morning to seeing your pose… and tried using it to predict the weather. But you… to think you, the invader… could sleep like a log… right next to your victims…”

Jean’s head falls, a curse leaving his lips as you lean forward, shaking your head; “we worked together for three years! We laughed and joked… and complained about how hard it was… together! So, please…”

Hands clenching shut, you feel yourself give in, a small sob breaking past your lips.

“Was everything just a lie?” Connie utters, eyes wide, disbelief still flooding through him. “Remember we talked about surviving this together? And that we’d grow old, and someday we’d all go out for drinks together? Was everything… all a lie? Was it?!” Connie screams, frustrated by Bertholdt’s lack of response. “You guys… what were you guys thinking this whole time?”

“What’s it even matter anymore?” Mikasa cuts in, and you turn to her, lips left parted in disbelief. “Just focus on cutting open his neck. If you hesitate for a moment, we won’t be able to get Eren back. They are enemies of humanity. That’s all there is to know.”

You meet her gaze, and you want to argue… but you can’t.

“T-Tell me who!” Bertholdt suddenly screams, eyes flickering to him in disbelief. “Who the hell would want to kill people by their own choice?!”

Shoulders falling, you feel frozen in place.

“Who the hell would like doing this sort of thing?! Do you think I wanted to do this?! People hate and despise us… we’ve done such terrible things, we deserve to die. Things we’ll never be able to take back… But… we just… couldn’t come to terms with our sins.” He’s crying, you realize, somewhere along the way – there are tears streaming down his cheeks. “The only time we had some respite… was when we pretended to be soldiers. That’s not a lie! Connie! Jean! Y/N! It’s true we may have deceived everyone, but it’s not all a lie! We really considered you comrades!”

Then…–

“Neither of us have any right to even apologize. But… someone… Please… someone, please… Someone find us!”

Silence follows for a moment. You don’t know what to say.

“Bertholdt,” Mikasa mumbles, “give Eren back.”

“It’s no use,” he whispers, “I can’t. Someone has to be the one to do it. Someone has to be the one to stain their hands with blood.”

What–

“You guys! Get away from there!”

It’s Hannes. Screaming at you all. But why…

“Guys!”

Following where Connie is pointing, your eyes widen.

It’s a hoard of Titans heading right for you and Commander Erwin is leading them.

“You guys! Jump and get out of there!”

You follow without another second of hesitation, turning in the same direction as Jean, Connie and Sasha, landing on your horse as your head turns, eyes widening as Reiner turns, bracing his shoulder as he barrels his way through the Titans. He only makes it two steps before he’s surrounded, Titans climbing their way over him, knocking him to his knees.

“What the hell,” Jean utters, “is this Hell?”

“No,” Erwin bellows, racing forward and past all of you. “But it will be. All soldiers, charge! The fate of humanity will be determined at this very moment! There is no future where humanity can inhabit these lands without Eren! We recover Eren and immediately retreat!”

He turns his body towards you all, bracing his right arm across his chest, saluting in Scouts honour.

“Give your hearts!”

He takes off, sword held before him.

Mikasa then takes the initiative, racing forward instantly after Erwin and your eyes fall on her in momentary disbelief before you realize–this is it.

This is your last chance.

Kicking at your horse, you race forward in the next second.

Because of the Titans surrounding him, Reiner is forced to remove his hand which had acted as a barrier around Bertholdt and Eren, providing the opportunity you’ve all been waiting for.

It’s just all the Titans…

“Advance!”

Your eyes follow Erwin as he races past you, watching with disbelief as he races forward almost with no fear, only for your eyes to widen in disbelief as a Titan comes barelling towards him, it’s mouth wrapping directly around his right arm and lunging forward. It takes Erwin with it, stumbling forward as Erwin is carried off by the arm, every single soldiers attention following his body with a mixture of disbelief and fear

“Commander Erwin!”

He…–

“Advance!” Erwin screams, despite the Titan holding him by the arm leading him off, despite the blood that flows around him, despite the fact that his arm is now being bitten by a Titan, his determination never wavers. His goal never changes. “Eren is just ahead! Advance!” 

That’s all it takes. Despite the disbelief, everyone’s resolve is hardened then, the realization of what he and everyone else is sacrificing reminding you of why you’re all there. You grip your reins tightly in your hands, kicking off as you race towards the herd of Titans. There’s screams that follow, cries of pain, people being grabbed, stomped, but you don’t let it stop you, don’t let yourself get lost, you refuse for this to be your final moment.

Mikasa breaks through first, not wasting a second as she leaves her horse, heading straight for Bertholdt and Reiner. She’s able to reach the former, him just narrowly missing her hit as he dodges, flipping the two of them around, and your eyes widen when you see the Titan looming behind her, hand stretched out towards her.

“Mik–!”

She’s grabbed in the next second, the hand of the Titan wrapping around her as it squeezes, pulling a cry of pain from her lips. You move to help her, but a body zips by you before you can, and a single blink in its direction tells you the body is Jean, crying out for Mikasa; “let go of her, you piece of shit!”

He reaches the Titan in time, effectively slicing the back of it’s neck so that it lets go of Mikasa. She’s able to catch herself, but your eyes flicker to Jean who’s stumbling about, having lost his balance in his rush to aid Mikass. Clicking your ODM gear, you race forward, weaving your way around a Titan that lunges towards you, just managing to grab Jean before he crashes to the ground, arms wounding around his waist as the both of you hit the ground with a loud thud, a cry leaving your lips in response. 

It takes the both of you a moment to land, skidding across the ground, before you finally stop, breathless as you try to ignore the way your heart is pounding against your chest.

“Are you okay?” You turn to Jean without a second of hesitation, wild, concerned eyes falling to him as he stares back at you in disbelief. “Are you hurt anywhere?”

Slowly, he shakes his head; “no, no… thanks to you.”

Relieved, your shoulders fall, the momentary fear that had flooded your body fading as you glance around, just realizing what a vulnerable spot the two of you are in.

“Is your gear broken? Does it still work?”

Eyes widening, Jean shifts, glancing at his gear and you watch him carefully, before he shakes his head; “no… it’s still good. I just lost my balance.”

You nod, standing up. “We have to get off the ground before–”

“Look!”

Turning, you follow the direction Jean’s pointing, eyes widening when you see Eren flying down towards the ground, Bertholdt nowhere near him, only for Mikasa to catch up before he crashes into the ground head first.

A smile curls onto your lips – that was it! You had Eren!

“All soldiers, retreat!”

Turning to Jean, you meet his gaze, nodding.

-

You couldn’t retreat yet – Reiner, still in his armored Titan form, had started throwing the Titans that had swarmed him off of him and towards everyone. Mikasa and Eren had been left stranded without ODM gear, and you and Jean had regrouped with Armin to try and reach them and provide backup. It was hard to focus on what was happening, and part of you is not even sure if you’re heading in the right direction towards Eren and Mikasa, not to mention you and Jean had gotten separated from Armin moments prior and you weren’t even sure where the rest of your comrades were.

It had all, quite simply, turned to chaos.

One second you’re racing towards Eren, Mikasa and Hannes and then you notice a shadow falls over you.

You notice it too late. It’s flying over your head, soaring above you, and then just as your eyes lower, falling ahead of you, you realize–

“Jean!”

But it’s too late. He doesn’t hear you, and even if he had, he’s not able to react in time. The Titan’s body comes soaring into him, knocking him straight off his horse with enough momentum it sends him spinning, before he harshly crashes into the ground, body twisting unnaturally. Something painful twists inside you, your breath getting caught in the back of your throat as you watch blood come flying from his nose and the cry of pain that leaves his lips.

When his body falls, limp and unconscious, you move without thinking. His name leaves your lips in a desperate cry, abandoning your horse as it goes racing the other direction at the sight of all the Titan’s surrounding you. You skid to a stop in front of Jean, burning your knees but you hardly care as you gather him in your arms, heart pounding madly against your chest, turning him over so you can look at his face.

“Jean,” you cry, voice pitching, “wake up! Jean!”

But he doesn’t. Of course he doesn’t – he’d smacked his head hard enough on the ground, you’d watched it happen, he probably has a concussion. Maybe something worse. Feeling your eyes water, you brush your fingers across the blood pooling from his nose, fear striking you, before a distant groan catches your attention and you glance up.

There’s a Titan heading straight your way.

Glancing around, you try to look for someone–anyone that can help you. When you’d both gotten separated from Armin earlier due to a previous near collision, you’re not sure what direction he’d ended up going in. It was just as possible he was stuck somewhere stranded himself. And you haven’t seen Connie or Eren or any of them since you first saw Mikasa grab Eren. You had no idea where any of them were.

And there wasn’t a single scout in sight.

Let alone your horses — they’d ran off the second you left because of everything happening.

The Titan’s growing closer by the second–if you don’t figure something out it will attack you. It will…

No. You refuse to let that happen.

Pulling Jean up by his arms, you get to your feet, dragging him with you to the nearest tree. You let yourself fall against the trunk of it with a huff, falling to your knees as you pull Jean closer to you, trying to keep him as least vulnerable as you can, an arm wrapped securely around his chest as you pull your blades out with your free hand, held protectively in front of you as the Titan gets closer and closer.

It’s pathetic, really. For someone who had ranked so high in training, you felt utterly and completely useless in this moment. But you refused to leave Jean. He needed your help or else he’d die, and you refused to let that happen–you’d give yourself up first before you ever let a Titan grab hold of him.

So, desperately, pitiful cries leave your lips as you wave the sword in front of yourself, trying to keep the Titan at bay in any way you can.

“Please!”

But it’s getting more and more hopeless by the second. Other Titans grow closer, swarming around you as you press your back desperately against the tree, your grip on Jean tightening as the terror makes everything freeze.

You feel like you're ten years old again, watching the Titan’s destroy everything you’ve ever known.

Blade dropping, you wrap your other arm around Jean, pulling him closer as you press your head against the crook of his neck and shoulder. The Titan that had first swarmed you leans in close, smiling wide and eyes crazed as it looms closer and closer, and you stare back at it in fear, realizing this is it.

This is the end.

You’ll never see your home again.

You’ll never get revenge for your mother.

For Ms. Schneider.

You’ll never find your father.

You’re going to die here, utterly and completely helpless, without even being able to save Jean’s life.

The Titan’s mouth opens and your body tenses, bracing yourself as you press your head into Jean’s neck, angling your body so it’s the first thing the Titan grabs, unable to stop the whimper that slips past your lips, waiting.

Waiting for your death.

But…

But nothing ever happens.

A moment passes, it feels like eternity, before you slowly peel your eyes open, unsure, only to see the Titan facing the other way. Like its attention has completely lost its focus on you. 

A second later and it’s running off, the opposite direction, getting further and further away from you.

“Ugh…”

Body startling, you sit up as Jean moves in your arms, shifting slightly. You watch as he slowly flickers his eyes open, blinking, dazed, and his vision is distant, hazy as he tries to register what’s happening. Your hands move to grip his cheeks, pulling his gaze on you as you hover over him.

“It’s okay,” you whisper gently, “I've got you. You’re okay.”

His face twists in pain, and your lips part to say something more, positive he’s not even aware of what’s happening around him, before;

“Y/N!”

Raising your head, you’re more than relieved to see Armin racing towards you, an extra horse in tow. Slowly shifting Jean, you move so you’re standing, grabbing hold of the horse just as Armin reaches you.

“What happened?” Armin breathes, glancing from you to Jean in concern. 

“Jean got knocked off his horse and he’s hurt,” you explain with a shake of your head as Armin jumps off his horse, moving towards Jean. “We were surrounded and I didn’t know what to do. I thought we were about to be eaten but then…” and you trail off; mainly cause you’re not even sure what happened.

Armin nods; “I think it was Eren,” he explains as you climb onto your horse, moving to help settle Jean behind you.

“Huh?”

Armin meets your gaze; “I think he was controlling the Titans.”

You want to say more, but there isn’t time. This was your chance to retreat, and thanks to Armin, you and Jean weren’t stranded. Wrapping Jean’s arms around your waist, you let him lean his waist against you, making sure he’s stable behind you before grabbing your reins, sending one last Armin’s way, before kicking off.

But not without sending one last glance behind you in the direction that Titan had run.

-

You still couldn’t believe what Section Commander Hange was suggesting.

After the expedition for the retrieval of Eren Jaeger and Ymir, with the success of only retrieving Eren, everyone had been left in dire sorts. Namely, and specifically for you and your friends, you all were reeling from the betrayal you’d all suffered from three people you’d thought had been close comrades and people you could trust. Having to hear about Annie from a nameless Survey Corps and then to witness with your own eyes as both Bertholdt and Reiner betrayed you all, it had almost been too much to bear. The goal of saving Eren and Ymir had provided the necessary distraction and the sight of seeing Jean alive and well had been encouraging enough to put your entire focus on the mission – it had allowed you to push away your hurt and feelings and focus on the task at hand.

But now? There was nothing distracting you. You’d been assigned cleaning duties that morning, and honestly, you were finding it hard to keep yourself on task without letting your mind wander. The betrayal, Ymir leaving with Reiner and Bertholdt… and now this? The possibility of the Titan’s, the same Titan’s you’d sworn to eradicate and have been actively killing since you’d joined the Survey Corps (and even before that), were actually people?

That’s what Hange believed.

That’s what she told Connie – that it was very likely that the people from his village, including his mother, father and siblings, had all been turned into Titan’s.

The same Titan’s you’d all just killed trying to rescue Eren.

Everything felt different. It was one thing to know that people could transform into Titans, like Eren or Annie, and a different thing to think people were being turned into mindless Titans… that you’d murdered.

You just couldn’t fathom it and every part of you hoped it wasn’t true – but realistically, in the back of your head, it felt like it was. At this point it was no longer logical to argue for sound logic – if anything, everything you’ve experienced has taught you that nothing is the way it should be.

A knock on the door pulls you away from your thoughts, head slowly glancing over your shoulder towards the door of the room you’d been cleaning lips parting in surprise when you realize it’s Jean.

Despite his fall, he’d been pretty unscathed–just a mild concussion. A few days of rest and he was okay, and ready to join you and the rest of your friends on the mission that was being set up for Eren to plug up Wall Maria and of course, trace down Bertholdt and Reiner. You were relieved he wasn’t too hurt, nothing more than a few scrapes and bruises to show for it, and so the sight of him manages to bring a smile to your lips – despite everything – turning to face him before making your way over to him.

“Jean?”

His eyes meet yours, and his lips part, as if to say something before hesitating. Your eyes widen momentarily when a soft blush floods his cheeks, before he’s tucking his chin into his neck and glancing away from you; “I understand you were the one who helped me after I got knocked off my horse.”

Eyes widening, that hadn’t been what you were expecting him to say. If anything, you had expected your topic of conversation to be around Hange’s theory as it seemed that’s what anyone (those who knew) were talking about nowadays. Also, you hadn’t told Jean that you’d been the one to help him given how dazed he’d been when he’d regained consciousness. It just hadn’t seemed important, so… mildly confused, your head tilts; “who…?”

“Armin told me,” he explains, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Stressed that I should thank you and that he was really worried when he found you and me.”

“Oh,” you flush slightly, glancing at your feet. Of course Armin had been the one to say something – you could only imagine what you’d looked like to Armin when he found you. Seconds prior to that, you’d thought you were going to die, so you figure you’d looked rather worse for wear and that was putting it mildly. “It’s not a big deal. I wouldn’t leave you behind no matter what, and thanks to Eren, we made it out alive.”

“Still,” Jean stresses, pulling your gaze on him with a blink. “Thank you. You could’ve died. And that’s twice you’ve saved my life now.”

Biting your lip, you’re unable to stop yourself from the small smile that curls on your lips. You shuffle on your feet, fiddling with your fingers as you tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, shaking your head. “It’s no problem, Jean. I… I don’t want to see you get hurt or… anything bad to happen to you for that matter either.”

Tentatively, you meet his gaze, the air thickening as a bout of awkwardness floods the room. It was quite vulnerable what you’d confessed, but honestly, you couldn’t be bothered to care at this moment – you two had nearly died. He might as well know the truth. Who knows when your life might be threatened like that again. Or his… which is a thought you don’t even want to give attention to.

“O-Oh,” he breathes, shoulders faltering as silence falls over the two of you. Then, a moment later, he gathers the courage to speak. “Me neither. I–I–! I don’t want anything bad to happen to you either,” he confesses and you can't deny the way it makes your heart start and your stomach to erupt into butterflies. “I was really worried when I heard what was happening to you… And-!! And the rest of our friends of course!” It’s added as an afterthought, his words stumbling slightly as he turns to you.

You falter slightly at that, swallowing thickly. “Me too,” you nod, “with you and um, Eren and Mikasa and everyone.”

There’s a pause, both of you unable to deny the disappointment that floods you both at the mention of your friends – something in any other circumstance wouldn’t, of course, disappoint you. You just… liked the thought of Jean being concerned for you. 

Thinking of you.

It was weird and oddly selfish, but you’d hoped Jean would express the same kind of focused attention on you that you’d been trying to give him.

But it’s clear he wasn’t. At least not in the way you wanted him too. It was enough he’d come to thank you, when in reality he didn’t have to. Regardless of anything, it was sweet.

“Well, I should…” you trail when a moment of neither of you saying anything passes, gesturing over your shoulder, “...finish.”

Jean starts at that, taking a step back; “of course, I’ll let you finish. But… I'll see you at dinner?”

“Yeah,” you nod without hesitation, mustering up a smile, “see you then.”

He steps back, offering a small wave that you reciprocate with a small one of your own and a smile, before letting the door shut softly behind you. Pressing your back against the door, you press a hand to your chest, feeling the way your heart patters madly against your chest, pumping loudly as your skin feels hot and your body feels tingly.

God, just what was wrong with you?

Why did Jean make you feel that way?

And why couldn’t you get rid of this disappointment that he hadn’t expressed his emotions in a way you’d hoped?

You were friends. But not the only two. Of course he’d been concerned for everyone else – it was silly of you to think he’d only ever be concerned for you.

But, still, your mind screams – it wasn’t that he hadn’t been only concerned for you, and rather that you hoped that in some way, maybe he’d thought of you a little more than the rest. Gods knows he’d been on your mind the entire time the two of you had been separated… and you’d hoped he’d felt the same.

It seems you’d been wrong.

[sugarprincessbitch]

Yandere Ramsay Bolton x Half-Sister! Reader pt. 2

When the Bolton's took over the north and Ramsay reclaimed it's throne as his, the tensions between your house and the stark survivors grew each passing day.

Everything inside winterfell was a mess, terror reign between it's walls, her brother ruled there like a tyrant and nowadays it was a common occurrence to found at least one dead man, woman or children.

In a way, the imminent attack of the starks got Ramsay occupied and he didn't have the time to visit as frequent as before, a relief for you.

Since Claude was born, rumors started to arise about the father of the child.

Claude's similarities in appearance with Ramsay increase each passing day as he grew up, but the habitants of the castle were to afraid with the possible fury of the childs father if a word of it reaches his ears.

Since the announce of your pregnancy, you were relegated to your chambers in which the majority it you passed it trap in there, sewing and reading being your only activities to pass the time.

When you had Claude, some of your liberties where given back, but with the exception of not going outside by your own, Ramsay was breathing behind your neck these days.

You thought that now that you gave what Ramsay wanted, a male heir, he would stop tormenting you.

But it appears to be that the sight of you pregnant increased his libido, and one night he told you that he wouldn't stop until you gave him more children.

Since Claude was born, Ramsay began to visit you in your chambers at night again, because of the maester warning your brother about letting you repose some moons before trying again, he didn't pressure you to give him a second child.

Ramsay took many prisoners, being one of them Theon greyjoy or what Ramsay likes to call him, reek.

You didn't heard a lot of the young man, but clearly you can tell how Ramsay's wicked games change him.

Theon and the little girl Jane pool, that Ramsay took as his sexual plaything apart from Myranda- That woman scared you, if looks could kill, you surely will be dead by now- were the only ones to show you kindness.

When Jon snow attacked the castle, everything became pure caos.

You couldn't get to see what was happening beside from what was in display for you to see through the tiny window of your room.

Ramsay entered at your rooms agitated and with blood on his upper body. Without losing time he grabbed you by the hand and forcefully drag you out to the courtyard.

"Ramsay please wait! Claude, i have to get Claude!" He didn't listen to you, looking around like a mad man he didn't heard you so you repeat it again.

"Stop fucking blabbering! You are going to get on the fucking horse and get away from here" the desperate screams of your baby where rumbling on the castle walls, this time you push him harder and got away from his strong grip.

"YOU BI-" someone stumble Ramsay to the floor making he unable to finish the insult. The men's of Jon snow were pressing him to the ground while he start to force with the men and throwing empty threats to the air.

The stark bastard and his sister- if I remember correctly she was the first daughter, sansa- were waiting for us in the courtyard, for mi horror Claude was with them, in the arms of one of the maids.

I felt my knees going weaker and my heart thumping harder, scared of what they might do to my son. They first question Ramsay, he didn't change his agressive demeanour against them, even when the life of his son was at game.

Jon proceed to look at me and ask me to decide my fate, because Ramsay had his decided, the atrocities he did were unforgivable.

If I pledge loyalty to them, they would give back to me the lands of the Bolton and it's right, if I don't.... My body will lay with my brother in the morrow.

That day Ramsay was sentence to death, kill by his own dogs, the ones that he brag about their loyalty to him.

In the morning you started your way to your family castle, along with your son and the men left behind from that horrendous battle.

[mayajadewrites]

Sweet Secret (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x F! Reader CEO Levi Ackerman coming in hot. I've been wanting to write a CEO Levi/Sugar daddy Levi story for a hot minute. Enjoy! Story Summary: You needed a job. Ackerman Inc was hiring for an in house assistant for none other than the CEO: Levi Ackerman. He's known to be essentially the worst to work with, you decide to take the job and take on the challenge that is Levi Ackerman. Will your relationship remain professional, or will their be monetary value added to the stakes? Or possibly even... love? ao3 Chapter Fifteen: Trust

let me know what you guys think!! i love responding to comments and it inspires me to write more :)

You needed to tell Levi how you felt.

That is 'arrangement' wasn't working, because you wanted all of him. You didn't want to feel like this was a transaction. You wanted to know all the little things about him that he may see as insignificant, but in reality they're what makes him, him.

It's been a couple of days since the bar outing and things with you and Levi seem... normal. Well, normal for you two.

You open your phone to check if your sister answered any of your texts, but they all are left unread. Your heart starts to beat faster as you open the map to see where she is - about an hour away upstate. Your work laptop is in front of you as you're organizing the company's expenses on a spreadsheet, but your mind is elsewhere.

"You okay?" Jean pressed his hand to your shoulder which causes you to jump. Jean interrupted your thoughts, maybe for the better. "You looked like you were zoned out."

"Leave her alone, horse face." Eren said as he picked some papers up from the printer. "I'm sure your face scared her enough."

"Eren you are such a hater, I don't know how Mikasa can stand you." 

"You WISH she could stand you." Eren mumbled as he walked to his desk. Jean turned his attention back to you. 

"Seriously, you good?"

"I'm fine, thank you." You look back at your phone, hoping that your sisters name will pop up. 

She means everything to you. You spent so much time raising her the best you could, so she wouldn't turn out like your parents. Gave her everything you could, even though that meant you would suffer. It was all worth it for her. 

It was finally the end of the workday and you honestly can't remember anything that you did. Your anxiety is at an all time high, your heart rate definitely 5x faster than it should be. You kept checking your sisters location and your text thread, but there were never any new notifications. You leaned on the kitchen counter as you scrolled. 

"Oi, what's wrong?" Levi grabbed your arm gently. "You've been somewhere else all day." He poked your temple with his index finger.

"I haven't talked to my sister in 2 weeks." 

"Is that abnormal? I don't have siblings." 

"For us? Yes. I'm more of a mother figure to her, so I worry more than a sister might."

"Show me her location." Levi pressed his chest to your back as he peered over your shoulder at your phone. You slide the map back on your screen, pointing to the dot with a picture of your sister on it. "Why is she up there?" 

"Your guess is as good as mine." You sigh and check your messages again. "Am I being over dramatic? Should I just let her live?" You turn to face Levi, letting your hands settle on his forearms. "Tell me the truth, Levi."

"I've never lied to you."  Levi pushed a piece of stray hair behind your ear. "I don't think you're being over dramatic. But I do think you need to take a breath. She's an adult, right?"

"She's only 18." You look down. "I knew nothing at 18."

"But you were basically a mother at 18." His index finger pushed your chin up to gaze into his eyes. "Do you trust her?" 

"I-I do. But sometimes she acts like my moth- the woman who birthed me. And that worries me."

"She's growing up, she's not the little girl you have to protect anymore." 

You nod, pressing your forehead to his chest. His fingertips traced shapes on your back as he held you, letting you just... be. He didn't say a word. You didn't cry, but you needed comfort in that moment. 

Once night fell, you buried yourself in your bed. You don't sleep in Levi's bed often, only when you hear him have his nightmares. Your body craves his presence, but you don't want to seem like you're spending time with him for money. You genuinely want to sleep next to him. You want to wake up next to him - morning breath and all.

You soft skin touched the sheets as you tried to find a comfortable position, but it was to no avail. Anxiety fills your stomach and brain, so no sleep for you. 

You pad to the kitchen, surprised to find Levi already there.

"Can't sleep?" He takes a sip of his tea, pushing a mug towards you with his fingers. 

You nod, taking the tea and sipping the warm liquid. "How do you make this so perfect every time?"

"That's a secret for me to know and you to never find out." 

You stare at him for a moment, in his white t-shirt and navy blue sweatpants, his hair a bit messy. Your mesmerized by him - he makes your heart flutter.

"Levi," You set the mug down, taking a step toward him. He takes a step toward you, gently setting his cup next to yours. 

"Mm?" He tilted his head, his hands restraining themselves from touching your beautiful face. 

"I-I want to tell you..." You take another step toward him, your bodies almost touching. 

"Spit it out." He whispered, his hand ghosting your waist. 

You look up into his eyes, then to his lips, back to his eyes. He leaned his head in as he closed his eyes. Your lips hovered over his before you hear your phone ring in your room, breaking the moment.

"I'm so sorry." You ran to your room to see your sisters name on your screen. You sighed of relief as you ran into the kitchen with your phone to show Levi. "It's her!"

Levi watched you as you answered the call.

"Alexis! Where the fuck have you been?! I've called and text you-"

"Hey." Someone elses voice said your name. It was a woman who you don't recognize. "You're the only person who's text her recently so I thought you would be the best to call."

"Who is this?" You raise an eyebrow, then looking to Levi.

"My name is Sage, I've been hanging out with your sister for a bit and well... she's not okay." 

"What the fuck do you mean she's not okay? Where is she? What's wrong?"

"She's... in the hospital. Critical condition."

"Why?!" You almost scream. "What happened to her?"

"She overdosed."

[hollowfyshunsuikubo]

Personal AOT HCs

AN: My best friend started me on this anime purely because they thought I’d like Erwin. They were right of course but the lore elements are cool too. (Please take this peace offering before my very long Bleach x reader ily)

Featuring: As many as I can fit.

Contains: NSFW, Crack, fluff, a lil angst

MINORS DNI I WILL CONTACT YOUR PARENTS.

Hange can sleep anywhere. Like. Anywhere. Moblit has found her sleeping in/on: tables, roofs, a horse, a wild horse, a tree, in a hole, on the stairs, upside down from her ODM gear, and once in Levi’s office.

Onyankapon tries so hard to be a Cool Uncle but ends up coming off like a Weed Fuckboy Chill Cousin. He's also really good at chess.

Erwin liked to adopt little stray cats. HQ was always full of them- little kittens, Mama cats, grumpy old street veterans with ear nicks and scars. He loves them hard enough for them to miss him when he's gone.

Levi hated the cats but sometimes pet them. In his grief after Erwin died he sent them all away to good homes. A tiny little kitten remained hidden in Erwins old room and ate scraps for two months before Levi found it. He kept that single one. It has blue eyes.

Sasha has an incredibly high metabolism, which is why she eats so much. She needs protein and carbs constantly. If she got enough, she'd be twice as strong and Reiner and would benchpress Mike for fun.

Connie shaved his head until some girl mentioned he'd look hot with soft curls. THEN he started growing it out a little.

Jean is so devoted to Mikasa he doesn't sleep with anyone else. Well, there was that really weird night with that guy, but that doesn't count... right.

Eren is both so homophobic and so ally it's hard to tell that he's bisexual.

Armin has the biggest library. Erwin, for some random reason, left him all his books. Levi didn't contest that. In some books, Erwin even left little annotations- speaking even though he is gone. Armin flips through the pages often, wondering if the Commander he didn't know so well would have ever seen him as a son, if he had lived.

Yelena doesn't know who's right or wrong, a lot of the time. She agrees with Eren, people should pay. But the lives that will be lost... is war really worth it? She sits up at night with a drink and a cigarette glaring at the moon, wondering if her ideals are placed in the wrong people. But never once does she defect or speak out.

I'd like to think in their vulnerable moments, Mikasa and Annie sneak out together after the Rumbling. They sit under the stars and train for a little. They end up covered in bruises. Annie admits she's sorry. Mikasa admits she is too. They keep fighting, because what else is there now?

Historia cares for her child, but can't look at her daughter. She sees to much of what she wished she had, too much of a life she was denied. She loves her little daughter, but can't help but resent her too. Historia is scared she'll end up like her mother, and pushes all of it down.

Before he died, Beretoldt thought about how his life was going to save another person's life, but in the back of his mind he wished he could see his parents one last time. He was, after all, only a child.

Reiner went to therapy, once. He cried and cried and cried. He hasn't gone back, but his mind feels better. He can finally sit down and put his life into reasonable order. He misses Porco, oddly enough. He misses being told the truth and seen as just a man.

Annie misses the feeling of her Titan. If you asked her, she'd say it's like a puzzle piece is missing, a warm embrace ripped from her. Her crystal was the last thing from her Titan that felt like a home. She'd say it's like missing the skin of your back because you peeled it off. She'd say it's a longing. But she doesn't talk, not often now.

When Eren and Mikasa fucked off to Switzerland, they had a ball of a time. Mikasa got really good at cooking, Eren finally learned to chill the fuck out, and of course: geese. Lots of geese.

Floch, weirdly enough, unlike Jean, has a lot of sexual experience. The girls he sleeps with says he's a damnable bastard in person, but actually kind of sweet in bed. Sure he's rough but he makes sure they like it. He has four bastard children and he's very, very proud.

Sasha and Connie would sometimes just fight with long sticks. Hey Siri, play "Duel of The Fates" I should write for Star Wars they got really good at it.

Eren and Floch had a one night stand. Yelena walked in on them halfway through and laughed so hard they stopped. It's never happened again, but Yelana likes to hint at it.

Zeke often just fucking. Sits there. He'll just be brooding and he'll zone back in and what the fuck it's been three hours why didn't anyone tell me. He likes his beard as well, he doesn't like to shave it because he's got a bit of a baby face, and he even has a comb specifically for grooming it. He gets bitches too. He's a big fan of pussy eating btw. Really, really big.

Historia knows what a strap is. No she will not tell anyone but they KNOW it was Ymir. A bad influence even after her goddamn death.

Gabi wakes up screaming some nights, begging for it to stop, begging to be able to go back, to not do what she did. Falco tries to comfort her, but some nights, all she can say is "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry Sasha." Connie, sometimes, hears this. He gets... Angry. And sad too, knowing that Gabi was just a kid, indoctrinated and brainwashed, and that her regrets equal his own.

[whatacaitastrophe]

Everything Has Changed - Chapter 1

Previous Chapter: Prologue

Chapter Song Inspiration: "As It Was" - Harry Styles

Chapter Warnings: none

Spotify Playlist: Here

Chapter 1: Gravity's Holding You Back

“You know, when I first decided I was going to Asha, it never occurred to me that I would be camping again.” Astarion mused with a disgruntled sigh. “I really didn't think this through.” 

“At least we have horses, this time.” Fallon pointed out, patting her own horse’s neck gently after dismounting. Her feet hit the ground with a soft thud and she surveyed the clearing they’d chosen to stop in for the evening. “I think here will be fine. I feel like we haven’t seen another soul for miles.” 

“That could as equally be a bad thing as it is good, though, we all know that.” Gale added cautiously.

Astarion and Fallon look at each other in surprise when Gale speaks. “I’ll– I’ll be sure to be extra thorough when I do my rounds before dinner.” Astarion assured him, failing to mask the surprise in his tone, and Gale just nodded in response. 

Since Mystra dropped Gale on their doorstep a fortnight ago, the ordinarily overly-talkative former wizard had become the exact opposite. The first couple of days were the strangest, when Gale didn't speak to anyone at all. After that initial shock-induced mental breakdown, Gale was near catatonic to the point that there were moments Fallon was not entirely sure he was breathing. Questions were met with a nod or a shake of his head if the question could be answered by “yes” or “no,” but anything beyond that was met with a blank stare (oftentimes at the space on the wall behind Fallon or Astarion’s ears, never looking them in the eye). It was not until Tara appeared the evening before they left that either of them heard Gale’s voice again. 

“Where is he?!” Tara had shrieked at Fallon like a distraught mother. Startled by the presence of the tressym, Fallon did nothing other than point to the guest room with her mouth open. 

“Did you know Gale’s cat could talk?” Astarion asked with a chuckle. 

“She’s a tressym,” Fallon corrected automatically, following after Tara. “And yes, I did, but she never deigned to speak to me the last time I saw her.”

“Gale Dekarios! How dare you leave your mother’s house like that! You don’t say goodbye, you don’t leave a note; you just up and disappear without a word!” Tara was sitting on Gale’s chest, batting him aggressively with her paw over the exact spot where the scar from The Netherese Orb lingers.

“Well, at least he didn’t just do it to you,” Astarion whispered with amusement and Fallon swats his bicep. Astarion frowned at her. “Oh, are we not joking about this yet?”

“Not right this second, no!” Fallon hissed quietly, her eyes never leaving the scene in front of her. 

“Your mother and I were worried sick, and then, when I show up in Elysium to ask that witch where you are, she tells me you’re gone! The way she said it, too, you would have thought you died. I’m not proud of the threats, the begging, I had to resort to just to find out where she’d taken you to. Don’t you ever scare me like that again, Mr. Dekarios!”

“I didn’t want you to worry.” Gale apologized quietly. 

“Yes, because not saying goodbye or leaving a note is absolutely the correct thing to do when you don’t want someone to worry. Honestly, boy, you’re smarter than this.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Not as sorry as you will be when your mother hears from you,” Tara scolded, turning her attention to Fallon and Astarion in the doorway. “You have a sending stone, yes? Bring it here so this idiot can call his mother.”

Tara was all tough love with Gale, but it worked. After the tressym departed, Gale began to at least verbally respond when spoken to, but it was rare he contributed to conversations Fallon and Astarion were having. Most of the time he kept to himself and just read. Fallon honestly was not sure if his silence was because he thought they didn't want him around, or something else entirely. Admittedly, she hadn't taken the time to ask. It wasn't that Gale’s presence was unwelcome, but it was certainly awkward, and that awkwardness was only punctuated by Gale’s relative unresponsiveness. 

At least Gale made up for his awkward silence by doing all the cooking. It was a task that Gale truly enjoyed, something he’d made known the last time they traveled together, so Fallon didn’t feel like they were taking advantage of him by letting him do it. Plus, she had a feeling he was fairly desperate to be of some use to them since he no longer could do magic. 

The surprises continued that evening while they all sat around the campfire, consuming the meal Gale had made for them, when Gale spoke again. “I– I wanted to thank you. Both of you,” he starts, setting his fork down on his plate. “I know I’ve been rather quiet as of late. Finding words in the wake of what happened has been shockingly difficult. On top of my grief, I suppose you could say I was embarrassed by the way Mystra just…dropped me at your doorstep– which by the way, I can assure you that I did not ask her to do– because out of all the people I hurt in doing what I did, I hurt the two of you the most.” 

Gale averted his gaze from the two of them to stare into the fire, and Fallon immediately took the opportunity to steal a look at Astarion, who looked as shocked as she felt. Before either of them can say anything, Gale spoke again. “Bringing me to the two of you, specifically, Mystra knew it would hurt me. I suspect she knew it would hurt you, too, and for that I apologize. Still, that wasn’t the part I was embarrassed by; the part that made me feel ashamed of myself: it was the way the both of you were so quick to protect me. From her. From myself. You didn’t even hesitate when considering whether or not to bring me along on this journey. After all I’ve done, it would have been all too easy for the both of you, especially you, Fallon, to throw me into the streets of Baldur’s Gate and wish me the best. Or the worst. That’s what I deserved.”

Fallon responded with a noise of disapproval and opened her mouth to interject, but Gale raised his hand to stop her from speaking. “My point is that, despite all I put you through, you’ve shown me an incredible amount of kindness and given me far more grace than I’ve even allowed myself; and for that, I’m very, very grateful. I have no illusions that all I’ve done is suddenly forgiven just because you helped me, but please know I plan to earn that forgiveness in whatever way I can.” 

Silence fell between the three of them again, but it’s already a far more comfortable silence than what they’ve experienced for the last fortnight. “Can I speak now?” Fallon asked, but she also didn’t wait for anyone to tell her yes or no before continuing. “You’re right, Gale, you fucked up. You really fucked up, and I can only speak for myself here when I say this, but you’re also right that I haven’t forgiven you yet,” The wounded look on Gale’s face tugged at Fallon’s heart, because he’d clearly been expecting this. It didn’t make Fallon feel guilty for being honest with him, but it did make her sad that even Gale had come to think so little of himself that he believed he didn’t deserve basic human decency. 

“That said, what Mystra did to you…I don’t care that you went to her and asked her to take away your immortal status, or that you chose to sever your connection to her and The Weave. The way she went about it, and the way she made you choose between immortality and magic altogether, was unnecessarily cruel. I’ve always thought Mystra’s use of the extreme to get what she wants is unnecessarily cruel; ever since she sent Elminster to tell you to detonate yourself to earn her forgiveness. Wizard or not, you never stopped being a human being, and therefore you never deserved her cruelty. You did not deserve what she did to you simply because you hurt me or because of any other mistakes you’ve made where Mystra is concerned in the past. For that alone, there was never a world where I would have left you behind.”

Astarion reached over and took Fallon’s hand, squeezing it tightly. “As someone whose fate was once tied to a different kind of cruel master, I agree. I can’t say I will ever understand what Ao was thinking when they made that one a goddess.” A weak smile appeared on Gale’s face. “Thank you, both of you. Even if I haven’t yet earned your forgiveness, hearing you say I did not deserve Mystra’s cruelty still means a great deal to me. As does your gesture of sanctuary and your company.” 

The rest of their meal was punctuated by small talk, but at least they were all talking. In Fallon’s opinion, small talk was infinitely better than the awkward silence they’d all been suffering through for the past few weeks. Once they finished, Fallon dismissed herself to go wash up before bed, leaving Astarion and Gale behind, and alone together for the first time since Gale arrived. 

Astarion watched Gale closely as the former wizard moved about the campfire, cleaning up after the meal. If he’s being honest with himself, Astarion hadn't completely decided whether or not he believed Gale is as sorry as he says he is. The god version, well, demi-god version of Gale reminded Astarion a lot of Cazador. Perhaps not as evil or sadistic as Cazador had been, but that same conniving air to get what they wanted, with little care to who got hurt in the process, was certainly present. It was the same sort of manipulation Astarion once employed on victims of his own, back when he was forced to do Cazador’s bidding. “Speaking for myself, I haven’t forgiven you yet, either.” Astarion drawled once he was certain Fallon was out of earshot. 

Gale stopped moving and smirked. “I was wondering when you’d say something,” he replied with a shake of his head. “We may not be terribly close, but I’d like to think I do know you well enough to know when you’re biting your tongue.” 

“Well spotted, wizard– oh, sorry. Old habits.” Astarion wasn’t sorry, and he suspected they both knew it. 

“Whatever it is you were waiting to say until Fallon was gone, you’d better say it quickly. She hates being cold, so I can’t imagine she’ll be gone long.” 

Gale’s verbal hit lands, and Astarion’s blood boils at the subtle reminder that Gale knew Fallon as well as Astarion did, and that the man also had her once. Not only that, but that he’d had her first. “Do you remember when we found Scratch near the goblin camp? Fallon immediately invited the dog back to our camp and told him how to find us. Was having a dog around practical, given the situation we were in? Of course not. A dog was another mouth to feed, another living being to protect. Still, Scratch came back to our camp and joined our little party and we dealt with it, because Fallon said so, and helping a creature that couldn’t help itself made her happy. Though it goes without saying that if Scratch had ever harmed Fallon back then despite her kindness, none of us would have hesitated to kill the beast.”

Gale’s body went still as Astarion spoke. “When I look at you, all I see is another stray dog that Fallon insisted on bringing home. I don’t particularly want a dog, but I was never going to deny her so now I have to deal with you being here whether I like it or not,” Astarion stood up and walked over to Gale. While he does not tower over Gale like Halsin does, the height difference is certainly enough for it to be intimidating when Astarion wants it to be. He subtly bares his fangs at Gale. “And if Fallon’s new dog bites her or causes her any harm whatsoever, I will not hesitate to put it down. Do I make myself clear?” 

To his credit, if Astarion’s threats made Gale nervous, it did not show on the other man’s face. “Message received.” Gale nodded as he stepped away from Astarion and continued to clean up the remaining dishes he used to cook. Gale started to leave to take the dishes to the nearby stream for cleaning, but he stopped walking just a few feet away from the campfire. Then, of all things, the ex-wizard laughed softly. “You left out one very key part of that story in your very thinly-veiled threat, Astarion.” 

“Oh? And what part was that?” Astarion asked curiously. 

Gale turned back to look at Astarion with a smug smile on his face. “You may not have wanted Scratch in camp at first, Astarion. However if my memory serves me correctly, on the nights Scratch was not curled up at Fallon’s side, he could be found curled up beside you. Fallon may have brought him home, but you secretly adored him as much as she did.” 

With that, Gale walked out into the darkness with a torch to do the dishes. As Astarion watched him walk away, an unexpected feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. If he didn’t know better, Astarion would say Gale Dekarios had just flirted with him; but Astarion does know better. Doesn’t he?

“What the hells was that?” 

Chapter List

[harryswhorehome-blog]

Neighbors pt.3

Hello again! Writing this took so long for no reason. I didn’t mean to go silent on you, but I'm back and better. Anyways I’ll be writing some more, so don’t be scared to ask for suggestions or requests. Also there is a part one and two so feel free to read those first, but if not there’s some good spicy things here so…enjoy!

Summary: Harry is invited to another party and he is determined to apologize.

Warnings: smut 18+, cum swapping, daddy kink, degradation kink, praise kink (idk how, but they both are here), Jealousy, some angst, cheating, age gap (she’s 18), fluff, and olivia wilde? (if there’s any more tell me plz)

Wordcount:3k+

Y/N

Harry and I have been ignoring each other, the more I try to avoid the prick, the more he tries to be around me. After the little garden fiasco, I couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He literally did all of that to hurt his wife. I’m more disappointed that I let myself become ‘the other woman’. Harry’s at the house right now and he won’t stop following me like a lost puppy. Thankfully I made sure I was never alone so he couldn't trap me and do the whole apologize and not tell my wife, thing. It’s pathetic and embarrassing.  The only reason he’d apologize is to save his ass and I can’t help, but feel rage towards him.

I sit next to my friend Chase while tanning near the pool, he’s a close friend and always has been there for me. My mom is throwing her annual mid summer bash and of course included in our invites is our sweet neighbors' the Styles. Chase knows what happens, he’s the only one who knows because after I walked up to Harry when he was on his way home with his wife, I cried to Chase till I fell asleep and he took me out to breakfast the next morning. Although we are friends, he and I are cannot deny sexual tension between us. We acted on it a few times,but we never felt anything other than a deep friendship. 

Harry and his wife go to the backyard towards the pool and I can’t help, but feel mad at my mom for inviting them. This party is normally for people in our circle. Although I’m upset, I get it. Harry’s super close with my brother Cameron and my dad loves him. 

There’s no more empty tanning beds making me smile knowing there’s no room for them and me to interact. Harry’s wearing short yellow shorts. He might not be trying but his bulge is really popping out in his pants and his shirtless torso isn’t disappointing as well. He’s covered in tattoos and muscles making me want to melt. Also that tiger tattoo will be the death of me one day. Actually it’ll be a privilege to put it on my grave stone.

Chase pinches my thigh “ stop staring, it’s obvious” he whispers. He and I have our own tanning beds that are big enough for two, but we like to have our own. I slap his arm away “stop being a prick, I’m not” I whisper yell back. Chase takes this chance to straddle my waist and tickle wrestle me. I try to fight him off laughing and tickling him back. When I finally think Chase is done he lowers his lips near my ear “ don’t stop, he’s staring” and he continues to tickle me. Before he started tickling me I shifted my gaze to Harry glaring at me and the boy on top of me. 

We hear a cough in the midst of our horse play to see Olivia looking down at us “can we help you?” Chase says irritatedly. She clears her throat before speaking in a passive aggressive tone “ I was thinking since you two are occupying the one bed, we can take the bed next to yours”. I give Chase the look, screaming no internally, but he smiles and says yes. He grabs his stuff and lays next to me closer than he really has to. I scoot closer to him to whisper “ Why did you say yes? You're gonna make it more awkward than it has to”, Chase smirks and puts his arm around me “ I don’t like how he hurt you, plus he’s looking at you all longingly it’ll hurt more knowing you don’t care. I feel like he was lying about the whole ‘trying to get back at his wife thing’. Trust me I know what I’m doing” I look at him disapprovingly, but he ignores it. 

After awhile I settled into his arms reading my newest book, it took awhile because Harry's stare was burning a hole on the side of my head. It was hard for me not to rub it into his face because his wife was basically sucking his neck like he was bitten by a snake. I feel Chase start to move a lot and I roll my eyes knowing he’s getting bored. I sit up and look at him “ You're getting bored”, he smiles at me sheepishly and I stand up and pull him up “ c’mon let’s swim”.

At the pool we messed around more. We were swimming laps trying to race and wrestling underwater. At one point a girl our age wanted to play chicken and who are we to say no. Finally getting tired from the swim Chase heads back first to lay down and I stay in for a few talking to some girls. When the conversation ended I went back to my sleepy friend straddling his waist and leaned down to whisper “I’m gonna head in to change” he nods and I kiss him on the cheek while making eye contact with Harry.

In my room I start changing into a white sundress when I hear my door open. Normally guests don’t go upstairs, so I turn to my door to help them or something. As I was about to turn I saw Harry standing sheepishly. I roll my eyes and walk to my mirror to flatten any bumps on my dress. 

Harry didn’t take it well that I was ignoring him and said “ I’m sorry, you're right it was wrong of me to use you to get back at my wife,” he says with a bit of spite in his tone, “but I don’t think I was…I don’t know it’s all a mess and I’m sorry. I really like you and it’s wrong I know, but when everything happened in the garden I wasn’t thinking, I freaked out because I felt guilty and I didn't want to pull you in the mess.” he rants

“It sounds like your projecting,” I say, staring at my reflection. My tone is colder than usual, but it’s hard to be nice to him when he made me feel like shit all last week. Silence hit’s us like a truck and I finally cave “ Thank you for apologizing, I…you really hurt my feelings. I’m glad to know I’m not some sort of revenge plan” I say more nicely.

“I would never do that to you, or any one for that matter” he says as soon as the words left my mouth.

I turned around to him and smiled “ okay well you're not forgiven, but it’s good to know you're sorry”. As soon as I turned around Harry’s eyes looked me up and down. I smile and walk towards him going close enough that I can’t feel his skin radiating heat. He gulps down and my hand meets his bicep before I whisper in his ear “there’s a few things you can do for me to forgive you” his body leans toward mine grabbing my waist. His eyes show me a pained expression “ I want to. So bad.”

“Well don’t hold back, I’m all yours”

“ fucking hell” he mutters 

Harry's hands hold my face as he kisses me deeply and desperately. My hands go over his. I can't help melting into his touch. We walk over to my bed and before we start I break the kiss “ we only have a few before dinner starts” I say worried, Harry’s lips meet mine and then he says “ enough time for me love”. He pushes me on the bed and starts to untime his shorts and pull his shirt off. I try to follow suit but he grabs my wrist and says “ nope let me do it. I want to take care of you pearl” I don’t argue with his logic and let him pull the dress off of me leaving me in my lace set. 

He lowers himself on the bed and pulls the strap of my bra down until my tits fall out. His lips kiss my jaw all the way down to my nipples where he starts to suck and play with the other with his hand. My back arches and he uses his free hand to unhook my bra leaving my chest bear. He throws the bra to the side and starts to show love to the other nipple while pinching and pulling the other.

I pull Harry away from my breast “Harry please, we don’t have enough time. Fuck me please” I whimper out. Harry stands back up to take his boxers off showing off his hard cock with a dripping red tip. My mouth waters at the sight. I know he was big from grinding on him, but from what I see now. He’s huge. Harry smirks at my shocked reaction and smiles on his way towards the bed to kiss me again. He kissed my lips all the way down to my core.  He dips his nose near my wet cunt and breathes in “ fucking hell you smell so good Y/n” he groans.

 His pointer finger goes to the middle of my panties and he hooks it. I looks at him confuse before I hear a rip “ Harry what the fuck. That’s expensive.” Harry looks up at me with his eyes nearly black from his lust. He pulls the lace off of me with hooded eyes. His silence confuses me for a moment, until he says “ that’s not my name darling” slapping my pussy. I yelp at the pain but it subsides when Harry rubs my mound. 

“I’m sorry daddy,” I say sweetly. Although the name makes Harry smile it doesn’t last for long because he says “ you’re a slut you know that. Who was the guy you were playing around with? Can he make you feel as good as I do? Does he touch you in the right places? '' he says. I answer quickly “ no he’s no one. Just a friend. Please I’m all achy and you’re the only one who can fix it right daddy” I beg, We barely have enough time and he makes me so desperate. “ I don't think you deserve it. Only a slut will throw herself at any guy and only a whore will fuck a married man who’s almost twice her age” Harry says running his fingers on my folds barely putting any pressure. 

I whine and squirm from the teasing until he decides to dip his finger in my soaking pussy. He spreads it to my clit, making my breath heavier. Soon enough he backs up to take his boxers off revealing his wet cock, soaking from the precum. He teases his cock on my folds spreading my arousal to my clit. He circles around it and before finally dips his long hard dick into me, he murmurs “ you excited pup? Gonna tear this pussy into two. Moans and heavy breaths fill the room as his tip passes my folds. He takes his time letting me adjust to him since he bottomed out so quickly. His head falls to my shoulder and tears meet my eyes as he moans “ fucking hell, such a tight little thing”. I couldn’t stop my cunt pulsing and clenching around him, giving him a hard time to not cum too soon. 

I squirm from feeling so full “fuck daddy, feel so full. Never had it like this. Can feel you in my tummy.” I whimper. Harry smiles as he starts to slowly pump into me. He keeps his eyes on where we connect, entranced by my tight wet cunt squeezing him “ feel so full? Yeah? Only daddy can do this for you. Look at you, so tight. Clenching so much and I barely fucked you yet” he moans. His slow thrust felt good, but a part of me couldn’t lie. I wanted it harder and faster and rougher. I moans desperately “ Please. I want more. Go harder” and with that Harry listens to my begging. His hips snap harder and faster, his tip hitting my cervix making me whine in pain. I start to cry loudly making Harry bring the hand that’s not groping my tits to cover my mouth “ Said you want it hard. My poor baby. Did she get more than she bargained for? I know daddys so good to you. Listening so well for my pretty pearl. Tap me three times if it’s too much. Can’t have those pretty noises be the reason we get caught” he says, thrusting into my wet cunt with full force. 

Narrator

Harry couldn’t help fucking her so deep and raw, she just felt too good not to. She was pleasuring his cock, her wet muscle squeezing and massaging him so well. Y/n was doing so well too. The pain felt good for her because she knew complaining isn’t an option. Harry looks down at the girl with teary eyes. His hand still covering her mouth and one of hers holding his wrist “ such a good cock slut. Taking daddy’s cock so well. Look at you, such a messy girl. Soaking my ball and thighs. Should I have my wife suck me off later? Taste this sweet pussy all over me? She enjoyed it the other time.” he moans in pleasure. 

Y/n takes Harry’s hand off her mouth and puckers her lips for a kiss “ dumb little baby, want daddy’s kiss?” Harry muttered. She nods a yes and his hand wraps around her throat and he lowers himself to kiss the needy girl. They both moan into the kiss and deepen it. Harry sucks on her tongue and bites her lips while he fucks her. Harry breaks the kiss looking into her eyes “open your mouth, tongue out” he commands. She listens following his instructions, Harry spits in her mouth making her moan out loud. Y/n never experience this type of erotic action yet, but with wide eyes she asked for more Harry obliges happily. 

Y/n moans get louder and her Cunt squeezes Harry’s cock begging to milk his warm cum into her ��� Baby, you have to stay quiet for me. I know it feels good, but you have to lower it” he says sweetly, pushing her hair away from her face. She moans and cries “ I can’t daddy! I’m sorry. I need your fingers please, I can't quiet down. It feels too good”. Harry uses his free hand to stick his pointer and middle in the girl's mouth. Y/n sucks quieting down her moans. Harry’s balls tighten at the sight of the girl “ Y/n cum for me baby. Please. Need to feel you cream on my cock. Make a mess all over me. I’m so close too.” Harry cries in pleasure as his hips lose rhythm fucking into her harder. His hands reach her clit, rubbing vigorously. Y/n needy pussy squeezes him as she cums on his cock, his fingers gets replaced with his soft pink lips. The feeling triggers Harry’s climax, they both moan at the feeling as he rides out their highs, lips attached to each other swallowing the others moans. Harry’s cock pulsing as he pours cum into the girl's cunt, who’s milking him dry. 

Harry pulls out, making the sweet girl flinch from too much stimulation. He lowered himself to her cunt and spread her legs. Y/n doesn’t move too tired from the recent activities. Quietness fills her mind, but soon is disrupted from overstimulation of feeling the older man's tongue licking her cunt that’s messy from her cum and his cum. She cries pushing his head off with little to no strength. Her fight ends soon though because Harry was suddenly eye level to her. His thumb pulls her lips down and she takes it as her cue to open up and he spit their mix cum into her mouth. He leans back down to press his lips against hers. The kiss was messy swapping saliva and cum, they both broke apart to have a breath, licking the remainder of cum off their lips. 

They lay quietly for a second basking in the intimacy, until Harry regained energy to stand up fully and get the girl tissues from the open bathroom door behind them. He also thanks his lucky star’s she has her own bathroom in her room. Although Harry left to clean her up, the minute he leaves she can’t help, but think he got what he wanted and left. The sick feeling in her stomach starts as she tries to hold back tears too exhausted to cry. The bad thoughts subside as she sees the tall figure walk close to her and bend down to clean up her messy folds after he cleaned himself up. She whines from the sudden feeling. 

After she is clean Harry takes his time with after care. He cleans the makeup under her eyes and cleans her up as best as he could. Making sure she can stand up and doesn’t feel like she’s in subspace or anything. Although he didn’t think he could get her there yet, he knew what they did was rough and he was scared to make her go back downstairs feeling off. He dresses the both of them up making sure they don’t look freshly fuck. He sweetly kisses her lips cupping her face “ this isn’t over yet pearl” he says with a giddy smile as he leaves. She laughs at his excitement and sweetness, feeling happy herself. 

15 minutes later the dinner started and Harry sat across the table from Y/n. He couldn't help, but smile when she made the same entrance with the hint of cigarettes on her scent. Throughout the dinner stolen glances and hidden eye language were made. The pair wasn’t even noticed by anybody since everyone was engrossed in conversation, except for chase when he would subtly smile at the pair or give an all knowing look.Olivia did get a hint, but she thought she was going crazy. She knew what a cheater looked like because well she was one, or is one at the moment. She clenched her thighs as she looked at Cavanaugh from across the party. The party died down when it hit night because it was going on all day. Warm goodbyes were given out, especially with the pair that had hands lingered longer then they should.

[madame-wilsonn]

Hi! I was inspired by the game I saw @zablife create a few weeks ago (I can’t find the link for it, sorry!) where you send people a GIF for them to use as creative inspiration for either a blurb, headcannon, moodboard or one shot or fic whenever they choose!

This can sit in your inbox for months and months if you wish, the idea of this is just to be there for when you feel as though you need some inspiration for something creative and just want to have a bit of fun or get the brain into a creative place! Please don’t feel any pressure to use this I just thought it might be quite a nice thing to use when you’re in the mood to write but aren’t sure what!

I hope you enjoy this and have fun with it! X

 This actually sound so fun so thank you so much for sending me this, darling!! This is a short blurb and I wrote it quickly but I hope you like it! 💗

Tommy observed you from afar, giggling at something some dickhead whispered in your ear. Of course, you were allowed to laugh with anybody. You were allowed to spend your entire evening ignoring him. You were allowed to look so scandalously gorgeous among all these other girls. You were allowed all that.

Theoretically.

Because even though Tommy knew he had absolutely no ownership over you— you weren’t an object, after all— he couldn’t help but hate not being the center of your attention. 

He could only blame himself for that. He was the one who invited May to visit the stables and have a drink at the Garrison, knowing you could be there. He was the one who kept acting so nonchalantly careless of you.

But he was also the one who, despite his little distractions, craved you only.

“Just go talk to her, Tom,” Polly whispered to him after spending the last few minutes next to him, completely unnoticed. Her nephew had the incredible ability to turn blind as soon as you entered a room. He wouldn’t see a flying monkey and dancing horses if you were there.

“Why would I do that? She’s having fun, isn’t she?” he mumbled bitterly, taking an angry sip of his whiskey.

Polly only smiled and snatched the glass from his hands.

“Stop acting like a child and go talk to her.” Facing his aunt’s firm and unwavering voice, he rolled his eyes but still got up. “She’s just doing this to get back at you.” 

Tommy was about to leave the booth when Polly exclaimed. “But the next time I hear you fucking around with some other posh girl, I’ll cut your balls off,” she pointed a finger at him in a threatening way, giving him the same look she did when John left his gun lying around the house. 

“And another one for the pretty lady,” screamed the scumbag as he pointed to your figure. Tommy’s blood boiled in his veins and it took every bit of self-control to not punch the man across the fucking face

“Leave her alone,” he appeared in front of the both of you. His tone was stern, he didn’t even have to scream. The threat was clear, the man only had to move if he wanted to keep his sight. 

The scumbag was about to retaliate, tell Tommy to fuck off while he flirted with the pretty lady at the bar. That was until he noticed it wasn’t some common drunk man from the pub. No, it was Mr. Shelby.

The man was out of your sight within the next minute and you sat there, a smirk on your painted lips. “Good job, Tommy. You scared the only guy who actually had some interest in me.”

The venom in your voice was directed at him. Tommy was well aware of that. But instead of replying with an equally cutting line, he grabbed your arms and walked you outside.

Cold bit your naked arms, your entire body shivering in the freezing night. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” you spit at him but Tommy put his jacket over your shoulder, ignoring your question.

“Why were you flirting with that man?”

You scoffed. “Why do you care?”

“Don’t play this game with me, Y/N,” he warned. It wasn’t supposed to scare you. Tommy knew you enough to be sure you wouldn’t be scared. But it was nonetheless a warning. A warning to not push him too far before he admitted things he wasn’t supposed to.

“No, tell me! Why do you care? You spend your days with other women, can’t I have a little fun as well?” your tone was cutting, unforgiving. And rightfully so. 

Tommy realized how angry you were at the moment. There was nothing for him to do, not when you were in this state. And either way, Tommy had never been much of a man for long speeches and declarations.

He crashed his lips onto yours, passionately. The low weather was soon forgotten as his hands seemed to ignite a fire of their own, settled on your waist. You froze for a moment before your lips moved in rhythm with his. The sickly sweet taste of whiskey mixed with tobacco and champagne made you dizzy, your fingers finding refuge in his hair.

When he pulled back, cheeks flushed and dark eyes staring down at you, you chuckled. “Took you long enough.”

[star-girl69]

I Loved You Like the Sun

a/n: the way that this is actually the cringiest thing i’ve ever written. enjoy everyone!!

reminders my requests are open!!! please send for rhaenyra specifically i wanna write for her so bad omg

warnings: mentions of death, violence, knife, injury, swearing, incest, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Nine- Fire Made Flesh

—-

“Rhaenyra, I’m not so sure about this.” The carriage shakes as you wind down the paths of King’s Landing. “What if Syrax does not like me?”

She turns from the window with a smile, sun hitting the side of her face. She is beautiful, and she is yours.

“Come here,” she grabs your hand, draws you towards her with a kiss on your cheek.

When she decides you are close enough, practically on top of her, she rests her head in the crook of your neck. You’re sitting sideways to face her, and you frown at the movement. You love the feel of her skin upon yours, but thoughts of burning alive in dragon fire are filling your mind.

“Dragons…” She whispers, and the rest of the world fades away. “Dragons and their riders have a special bond. Not like how a horse bonds with its rider, or a hunting dog to its owner. Sometimes, in fact, I swear Syrax can feel what I feel.”

“That’s beautiful, Rhaenyra.”

“And do you know what I feel?”

You shake your head, and she pulls back to look at you.

“I feel love for you,” She places a hand on your face, as involuntary as breathing. She tilts her head, smiling softly. “You’re so beautiful. And I love you. Syrax will know that I love you, and she won’t hurt you.”

And you do not have to scramble for a poetic answer, because Rhaenyra draws you in for a sweetest kiss. You do not burn. You are sun-touched.

—-

You are not sure how to feel when the man runs past you, barring the door before you even realize what’s happening.

Faintly, you realize you are still screaming.

“Shut up! Shut up!” He yells, and all you can do is stare at the knife pointed to your chest. You run out of breath, and he slaps you across the face.

When you fall, it is not graceful. You feel like a chicken thrown from a tower, stupid and dumb for thinking that your husband would not do this. You know it is him.

You land on your knees, palms spread wide onto the floor.

“Fuck,” the man whispers, and you whimper. “You’re a pretty one, aren’t you? Shame I gotta do this quick, or else we would have lots of fun.”

“Daemon! Daemon, please! Rhaenyra! Rhaenyra!” It is no surprise when he kicks you, hissing more curses, but you lose your breath anyways. You are rolling around on the floor, unladylike and you are a stupid, stupid, naïve girl.

Your eyes flick to the open window, and you wonder if it would be more of a mercy to throw yourself out of it now.

“Shut up, you stupid slut.” And he is hauling you to your feet, and suddenly the tears are falling fast and quick.

“Please- please do not, I do not want to die-”

He cuts you off with another press of his knife into your chest, and you scream when he punctures the skin. Blood stains starts to stain your nightgown, turning it from gold to red, like a flower blooming in the light of the sun.

He slaps you again, but you do not fall this time. His grip is tight.

You swear you can hear the wing beats of a dragon.

“Syrax?” You mutter, and you are losing blood and growing woozy with each second. The man glares at you, and you finally see his face.

His face is clean shaven, olive skin, and dark brown eyes. And there is a knife in his hands.

He looks at your questionably, but straightens as you both hear the yell of your name.

“Y/N! What’s wrong?” It’s Daemon, you think, or maybe Rhaenyra. You cannot tell. There is cotton in your ears, and blood is falling and your stomach hurts and your cheek stings and you are scared.

“Fuck. Gotta- gotta do it quick.” He murmurs, pressing the knife to your throat. You do not know what to think. But you do not have to, because the door is thrown open with such brutality you are surprised it does not fly off its hinges.

Daemon flies through the opening, and you suddenly realize it was not wingbeats you heard. It was the sound of him pounding on the door, desperate to save you.

“Daemon!” You try to run forward, but are pulled back against the assassins chest. Daemon’s eyes flair and you let out a sob.

“Let her go.” His voice does not betray any anger, only the promise of something dark.

The man behind you does not answer, only sizes Daemon up.

His hands are tight around Dark Sister, and his hair is unruly and has slipped out of its tie. He’s wearing only a shirt and slacks- not proper attire to fight at all.

But he seems not to care, as he takes a step closer.

“Stay back!” The assassin yells, and Daemon stays where he is. “I’ll kill her, I will!” But his voice shakes, and you can tell he was not expecting resistance.

Daemon’s eyes darken, and as if by some invisible command, guards file in from around Daemon.

They circle you with their swords pointed, almost like tendrils surrounding the sun. You are the sun.

You cannot see the man behind you, but you can feel his heart thundering and his grip on you go slack.

You can only stare at Daemon. He is your savior, your God, and you know instinctively that with him here, you will not die tonight.

Daemon’s eyes meet yours, and flick down quickly to your feet. His lip curls inward, in some cruel sort of smile, and you know what he is saying.

When the assassin lowers the knife, you slam your foot into his own as hard as you can.

“Fuck, fuck!” He screams, and let’s go of you. You do not know what happens to him, because Daemon brings you into his arms fast.

—-

“It’s alright, it’s alright,” he whispers, and you sob into his neck. He presses his hand to the back of your head, and does not tell you to stop crying. He urges you out of the room quickly, and you faintly hear the sounds of someone screaming.

“Y/N?” You cannot help but turn at Rhaenyra’s voice.

Her hair is unbound and her skin shines in a sheen of sweat, and tears fall down her face. Daemon hisses at the guard holding her back, and she runs forward.

Being in her arms again- the rest of the world fades away.

She pulls back, places a shaky hand on your face.

“You-you’re bleeding.”

“I think it’s superficial.” She nods, not quite believing you or herself.

Daemon is yelling at the guards in the distance, but you are too focused on Rhaenyra.

“Where’s- where’s the maester?” She murmurs, and the both of you are undone. “My- my Y/N…” She looks around, and you try your best to hold her together while you are falling apart as well. “Guard! You- you go get the maester. Please.” He gives a curt nod, and Rhaenyra’s eyes fall back on you again.

“Rhaenyra, I… I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

She smiles, and it’s fake, but neither of you can find it in yourselves to care.

“Don’t be, my sweet girl. There’s nothing to…” She trails off and takes a step back, smoothing out her nightgown. “I-I’m sorry. I just- I cannot lose you. And I am almost did, and I-” She stops, staring into your eyes. “Your eyes have a piece of the sun in them. Did you know?”

“I love you, Rhaenyra.”

A tear falls down her face.

“I love you too.”

—-

It’s much later when you sink into their bed again, no longer caring about any semblance of wrong or right, of honor and duty.

Your chest aches and your cheek sings, and you just want to be held and comforted.

You lay with your head pressed to Rhaenyra’s shoulder, her heartbeat slow and steady under you. The wingbeats of a dragon.

Dragons are fire made flesh, and Targaryens are fire and blood. They are a rolling mess of it, fire and blood and the sound of dragon’s roaring, the memory of fire and blood encased in their sigil.

It is not secret that dragon’s have a quick temper. They have fire in their throats, why not use it? But Targaryens are the same. They are closer to gods than men- closer to their dragons than men. Daemon and Rhaenyra have quick tempers, and when they do break, fire and blood reigns.

But you can tell Rhaenyra is pushing aside her anger, if only for your sake. She recognizes that you are in a precarious state- your mind wrestling like a storm and while she cannot calm the storm in your head, she can distract you from it.

So Rhaenyra wraps her arms tight around you, hums into your head. It must be a Valyrian lullaby, as you have never heard it before.

When the door opens- you admit you are too tired to look. Rhaenyra has succeeded with her sweet voice and soft touches, and sleep calls to you. Your mind quiets, and you feel the sudden urge to kiss her senseless as a thank you.

“Daemon,” Rhaenyra whispers in greeting. You feel his presence behind you, brooding and angry, and hear his soft pants rent the air.

“I was making sure the guards were settled.” You feel Rhaenyra nod. “I doubt they will send two assassins in one night, but…”

And Daemon’s words remind you of that horrible encounter.

“I- I’m so stupid.” At first, the two seem to be confused. You cannot see them, your eyes screwed shut in embarrassment, but Rhaenyra grows tense and the air changes. “I thought he would leave me alone. Why- why would I ever- I’m so naïve, so stupid.”

Daemon’s hand winds in your hair, and he tugs to get your attention. You cannot face them.

“You’re anything but,” Rhaenyra whispers, pressing kisses to your head. “You’re so brave, you know. The bravest girl.”

You would be lying if you said your heart didn’t warm at their words, didn’t flutter, didn’t squeeze. You bite back something threatening to tear through your throat- a sob, perhaps.

The bed dips, and Daemon presses up against you.

“You’re none of those things. I promise. Rhaenyra is right.” You nod, and although you don’t quite believe it, all of you recognize that it is a start.

“Sleep, my love,” Rhaenyra whispers.

“We won’t let anything happen to you,” Daemon finishes.

And you let these two people, these two dragons, fire made flesh, hold you while you drift off. You have never felt more safe.

Your days yearning for Rhaenyra are long gone- your memories only filled with them. You find you cannot remember your time in the Riverlands quite clearly, everything seems covered in a haze.

Only Daemon and Rhaenyra occupy your mind, and whatever storm was in the fades.

Your dragons curl around you, and you are the sun.

—-

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