#I have decided this based on going to a bull riding show

[netherzon]

Just went to my first bull riding show and from now on America, Brazil, and Australia are the bull riding trio to me

[malarkgirlypop]

He's the Boss Part 2 (Bull Randleman x F!Reader)

HI! I am mean and there is going to be a part three. It's gonna be spicy! But for now here is part two, hope you all enjoy! He is one fine looking man ugh! Someone find me a bull to ride! ok I need to calm down ahaha. Based on the HBO show and the actor who portray the characters, no hate to anyone involved.

I huffed in frustration, my hair wasn’t sitting how I wanted it too. I spent ages getting ready, wanting to look nice for once when we went out. I had showered, even shaved, with one of George’s razors I had stolen. My legs felt and looked silky smooth, which was good, as I was wearing the women's formal army attire. Which included a skirt, button up top, and a fitted jacket. When it was put altogether it looked nice, it hugged my curves, giving me an hourglass figure. I was trying to pin my hair back so it looked tidy but it was being stubborn, not wanting to sit in the way I had placed it down. I rummaged through the draws, trying to find anything that could help my cause.

“Ah ha!” I said in success, pulling out a can of hairspray that was discarded in one of the cupboards. I sprayed the piece that kept popping up. I waited for a moment for it to dry fully before removing my hand. I pulled my hand away slowly holding my breath, the hair stayed in its place. I moved on to my makeup, not having much with me, but the nurses I had met in the aid station were nice enough to give me one of their red lipsticks and a mascara. I drag the red tint over my lips, rubbing them together, and then coating the black liquid onto my eyelashes. I stepped back to admire my hard work. Surprisingly enough I looked like a girl. I hadn’t seen her in a while. I grinned happily with the results. I pulled on my heels, I didn’t want to wear them but the outfit would look odd with big clompy combat boots covered in mud. I took one last look in the mirror when someone knocked on the door to my room. “Come in.” I called as I straightened my tie. 

I heard a whistle from behind me, “My, my, my, doesn’t she dress up nice.” I posed for George as he grinned. “Give me a twirl.” I spun around in a circle as he asked. “You look beautiful.” His voice full of honesty. “You don’t look too shabby yourself, soldier.” He clicks his heels together giving me a silly salute. He offers me his arm as we make our way out into the foyer to meet with the other men who are coming with us to the pub. We had decided we would all walk there together since it wasn’t that far away. 

“Oh Y/N who are you all dressed up for, surely it isn’t us.” Lieb said as he admired my outfit. I smiled at him. 

“Maybe I’ll meet a nice guy down at the bar, who knows.” I tease. Someone clears their throat from behind me. I know who it is before I even see them. I turn to see Bull. I gulp. My eyes dragged down his body and back up to his face. I have alway appreciated his looks, I can’t deny he is a good looking guy. But something about him clean shaven in formal attire brings heat to my cheeks. My heart pounds in my chest, no one speaks, as we stare at each other. His soft smile graces his face. 

“You look amazing darling.” He says in his country accent. I have to stop my knees from giving way underneath me. I didn’t know getting a compliment could feel this exhilarating. 

“You look very handsome Bull.” The men awww from behind us in a teasing matter. I laugh feeling exposed. 

“Shall we go?” Bull says to the group, who agree, making their way out the door, “Don’t pay attention to them, they’re just jealous you didn’t tell them they looked handsome.” He placed his hand on the small of my back as we walked together. My breath hitched in my throat. He’s your boss Y/N. I tried to not think about his large hand on my back as we walked. But it was a hard thing to try and ignore, the way my body reacted to his soft touch. The prickle of my skin under his hand was driving me insane. I was trying to listen to the conversation he was having with Luz but all I could focus on was how good his hand felt on my body. Stop it! 

We arrived at the bar, I almost whined in frustration when his hand slipped off my back. I widened my eyes at myself, shocked from the reaction I almost let slip. I smiled at him as he opened the door for me. Why is he so thoughtful, curse his good manners. His mother raised him too well, and it wasn’t in my favour. I joined the men in the booth, we had to squeeze in so that we all fit. I was squished between Babe and Bull. Luz stood in front of the table asking who wanted what, after a while of everyone yelling random drinks he told us to get fucked and that we would all get beers. We laughed as he stormed away to the bar. I shook my head at the man. 

“How you deal with him Y/N, I will never know.” Bull jokes, he leans down closer to my face so that I can hear him over all the noise. The smell of his cigar that he smokes wafts over my face. I had grown accustomed to the smell since being friends with the man. I quite enjoyed the smell now, as I associated it with him. If I smelt the smokey, sweet aroma of the tobacco I knew he wasn’t far behind. 

“Can I try that?” I asked without thinking, he looked shocked, he knew I didn’t smoke. 

“Are you sure darlin’?” He asked, I nodded my head. He passed me the cigar, I put it between my lips. It felt oddly intimate, having my lips on something he had previously had his own lips on. I inhaled the smoke, god it was strong, it burnt my throat on its way down. I coughed and spluttered, the smoke didn’t taste as good as it smelled. I was handed my beer, I chugged it down trying to relieve the burn in my throat. I downed my whole beer in one go. The men around the table watched me in shock. I heard the familiar sound of Bull’s laughter, everyone else joined in, once they knew I was ok. 

“Y/N are you ok?” Bull asked through chuckles. I laughed nodding my head. Someone else passed me their beer, getting up to go and order another one. 

“I don’t think I have seen someone as small as you down a pint that fast.” He said surprised. I don’t think I have ever chugged a drink that fast before, but I needed something to quell the fire in my throat. 

“Thank you!” I grin at him taking the compliment, he smiles at me, his hand coming out to brush a strand of hair behind my ear. In doing so his fingertips drag along my cheek, the tingling returning where he touches. I gazed into his bright blue eyes, fighting the urge to lean forward and press my lips to his. A loud cheer pulled us from our brief moment, Bull removed his hand from my cheek as I leaned back. 

“Yeah I don’t think I’m a smoker.” I coughed trying to clear my throat. “How is your throat not raw?” I asked 

“You get used to it.” He smirks down at me. I laugh nodding my head. I spent the night stuck in the booth pressed to Bull’s side. I didn’t mind, in fact I rather enjoyed it. Being in the corner of the booth we seemed to be in our own little world. I only spoke to him for the majority of the night. 

“Y/N!” George slurred, grabbing my arm and tugging me. “Let’s dance!” I laughed letting my very inebriated friend drag me from my seat and onto the dance floor. I couldn’t stop laughing, George was so drunk he was doing the most outlandish dance moves. I stood in front of him just roaring with laughter. He would grab my hands and spin me around, then he would pause almost throwing up from the spinning. I wiped the tears from my eyes as he drunkenly grinned at me. 

“I think I need to sit down.” He mumbled stumbling away. I laughed watching him go, he crashed down into the booth the Easy men still occupied. I stepped forward to also make my way back to the booth, surely it was nearly time to leave. I was stopped in place, I turned to see who had grabbed my elbow. A man I didn’t know but wore his uniform smiled at me. 

“You look stunning!” He flirted. 

“Thank you.” I expressed my appreciation for the nice compliment. 

“Your friend isn’t a very good dancer.” I laughed at the statement shaking my head, in this state he indeed was a terrible dancer. 

“He is normally better at it when he isn’t so drunk.” I assured the man who still had hold of my elbow, and was standing very close. I took a step back to create some distance but the man followed after me, not giving me the space I wanted. I tried to subtly pull my arm back but even that he had a firm grip on. 

“How about you have a dance with me?” He asks, grinning at me. 

“Oh I would but I think our group is leaving.” I excuse myself politely, but the man doesn’t get the hint. 

“That’s ok I can walk you back after we are finished.” He insists. I glance around, I can’t see any of the Easy men around to ask for help. I give a tight lipped smile to the man.

“That’s very nice of you, but I have to take care of my friend, see he is-” I whimper as the man’s grip on my arm tightens further, his finger’s digging into my skin. He yanks me forward. The smile dropped from his face. “Dance with me.” It isn’t a question or a request, it's a command. I have faced men with guns who want to kill me, but in this moment I don’t think I have been more afraid. People surround us but I can’t seem to ask for help. No one seems to notice how close the man stands to me, how uncomfortable my demeanour is. 

“Can you let go, you're hurting me.” I whispered, too afraid to raise my voice any louder. He didn’t do as I asked, keeping his hold on my arm. 

“The lady asked to be let go!” I heard from behind me, I instantly sighed, Bull’s voice was loud and assertive. I could feel him behind me. I didn’t even have to turn around to know what face he wore. I knew it was his scary one, because the man holding my arm instantly dropped it like it had burnt him and scampered away without another word. 

I rubbed the inside of my elbow, trying to ease the pain from where his fingers dug into my skin. I turned to face Bull. I sent him an appreciative smile, but he didn’t return it. My face dropped, was he mad at me too. But I looked again, no it wasn’t anger on his face, it was concern. His brows furrowed together and his lip drew down at the sides. 

“Thank you Bull.” I stepped forward and hugged the man gently, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head on his chest. His arms came around me returning the hug gently. 

“Are you ok?” He asked as we embraced. I nodded, not looking up at him. “If that ever happens again Y/N, you call for me immediately.” He pushed me back so I was looking at his face as he spoke, he looked very serious. 

“You’ll be the first one I call!” I smile at him, he nods finally letting a small smile fall on his lips. “Are we heading back yet? My feet are killing me.” I was ready to go home and crash, I looked over Bull’s shoulder. Easy men looked like they were getting ready to leave. Poor George was slung over Perco's shoulder, barely able to stand. I watched as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, as Frank almost fell over from the man not helping at all. Perco hit him in the side, muttering things to him, I’m sure he was cursing him for being so drunk. Bull turned his attention onto what I was watching too. I stood close as we people watched, laughing together when Perco tried to start walking and George stayed in place. 

“Do you think we should help them?” I asked, still laughing but feeling bad for Frank. 

“Yeah. I think Frank is going to murder George, look at him he looks so mad.” Bull and I chuckled. It was so funny to watch. We made our way over, I draped Luz’s free arm around my shoulder as Perco thanked me. 

We walked in the cool night air. Perco and I just basically dragged the very inebriated George home. His head hung low, and his eyes were closed but he made some effort to try and walk. It was hard work. 

“God George you’re so fucking heavy!” I puffed, readjusting his arm around my shoulder. If my feet were killing me before, now they are dead. Stupid heels. Bull followed beside me. The Easy men who weren’t so drunk had walked ahead of us because we were so slow, but Bull stayed behind to keep us company while we walked Luz home.

Bull and I took Luz up to his room. We placed him down on the bed, Bull took off his jacket while I pulled off his boots. I almost yanked him off the bed, his boots were on so tight. I pull his left boot as Bull undoes his tie, leaning his head back on the pillow. 

“You got it?” He asked after he was finished, watching me struggling. 

“Almost.” I said through gritted teeth. I gave it a good tug, it came loose sending me flying back onto the floor. I burst out laughing, Bull joining in. I smile wryly at him. We tucked Luz into bed, leaving a glass of water on his nightstand for if he needed. 

Bull walked me back to my room. I walked inside, but he stayed outside. I kicked off my shoes, happy to have them off my feet. I turned grinning at the man, he leaned in the doorway just watching me with a smile. 

“Thank you again for helping me tonight. But I also wanted to thank you for the rest of the night as well. I had so much fun, I’m glad you came.” I walked so we were closer, he was still propped up in the doorway looking down at me. 

“I had fun too, I’m glad you asked me to come.” We just smiled at each other, not saying anything. The tension was palpable. I realised that I didn’t want to impress him because he was my boss. I had secretly known that months ago, it was an excuse to hide my true feelings. My true feelings were that I liked this man, more than I have ever liked anyone in my life. No one else has made me feel the things that Bull does. All he needs to do is smile at me and I melt. George was right, I am smitten. I looked at him, did he like me the way I did? Maybe I should see? I stepped forward, we were almost touching. I could feel the warmth from his body radiating off of him. I waited testing the waters, I didn’t want to pounce on him. He held my eye contact, the smile falling from his lips. It was as if gravity was pulling us together, like two magnets. I was so close to his face, we jumped back when we heard a door slam down the hall. He cleared his throat standing straight. The moment had passed, I stepped back. 

“Darling, if you need anything, come get me.” He said as he tapped my chin.

“Goodnight darling.” He smiled at me as he closed my door, leaving me standing in the middle of the room. I stared at the door, willing it to open, for him to come back in, but it didn’t happen. I heard his footsteps retreat down the hall. He was too polite to come barging back in like I had wanted. I sighed getting ready for bed.

[rmhashauthor]

Men are like pit bulls - how you raise them determines whether they lick your face or eat it. That being said, the culture most men are raised in is a recipe for disaster to begin with and thus we have the problems we have today. The loneliness epidemic is a creature of its own making, the logical result of teaching male children "don't cry, don't show any emotion, hugging makes you gay".

When I write male characters, I generally treat them like I would a female character - people with feelings and fears and desires. When I write a man's POV, I don't really deviate much from how I would write a woman except that I might be more outward-focused or concerned with status and social perception. My male characters have inner lives that go a lot deeper than the stereotypical "broody dark sadboy" or "golden retriever energy" that I see a billion times a day - I have anxious men, depressed men, silly men, brave-but-scared men, men who like to cook and read and ride their world's version of horses, brilliant scholars with no social sense and sweet, soft loverboys who like being tied up. I LIKE men, I MARRIED one!

Men have the same emotional, spiritual and psychological depth as women and we need to stop pretending they don't. Men as a species (lol) aren't bad, and as much as I agree with calling out men who behave badly we also have to walk a thin line so we don't create even more psycho incel mass murderers. It starts with not saying a father is "babysitting", letting boys cuddle with their family and friends without calling them gay (gay is not an insult, so stop doing that), and for fuck's sake stop saying stupid shit like "trans men aren't men"! You don't get to decide that, I don't get to decide that, only he does.

Some men are wonderful. Many are okay. Mine is annoying sometimes but 99% of the time he's a grumpy old sweetheart. Some were born girls. All of them are a still human beings, and they're just as weird, stinky, gross, odd and traumatized as women. Patriarchy has conditioned us to disregard different aspects of humanity based on whether we have penises or vaginas, and that hurts everyone and just makes things worse. This is not an apology on behalf of men, this is a reminder that when you beat a dog, he gets aggressive because he's defending himself.

actually?? men are not inherently bad, men are great. men, if you're reading this, have a nice day. you are loved. you are wonderful. mwah

[zbeez-outlet]

Left Behind Pt. 1

Part Two >>>

Levi x FemReader

Established relationship

Concept: You're gravely injured during an expedition that goes wrong, and in the confusion you're abandoned in Titan territory.

Pt. 1 Summary: Everything had been going far too well, so it only makes sense that when you're reaching record breaking distances beyond Wall Rose that it all goes to shit. Could you blame them really? Leaving you behind? Assessing the sharp point of your femur poking through your thigh you decide, yeah, you could blame them a little. The question now is how you're going to get back to blame them in person. Or rather, how you're going to survive long enough to try.

Warnings (PLEASE BE AWARE this is a rough one): Angst, a lot of cursing, gore, graphic descriptions of injuries, dead animals, dead bodies, Titans, using Titans to survive, burns, starvation, dehydration, (if I missed anything, please let me know)

A/N: This is Part One in a five-part story. The reader centric parts (one and three) are actually inspired by a nightmare I had when I first got into the show years ago. Still love it with all my heart! Levi is only mentioned in this one, but Part Two and Four are Levi centric so stick around if you're interested! This is definitely different from my first drabble post, but I want to show I have some range in my writing - plus if this idea sticks around any longer in my head I'll start having nightmares again, so consider this a personal purge I guess.

You know the moment your eyes lock onto hers, a desperation unlike anything you've felt before clawing up your throat as you reach out to the too young, too scared, too fresh-faced cadet too far from your fingertips. You can see it in the shake of her hands, the quiver of her lip, the wet stain between her legs, she isn't going to help you. She takes one step back, hovering somewhere between the weight of her boots like she hasn't already decided which direction she's going to go in, before a terrifying resolve settles on her face and she sprints away from your prone form partially trapped beneath the corpse of your horse.

Not so long ago, you remember advocating for this particular cadet to join your squad despite her lack of experience. Number One in her graduating class but still choosing to join the Scouts and skills with the ODM gear that rivaled many of their veteran soldiers. You wanted her close during the expedition, wanted to make sure she lived because you had no doubt she could be valuable to the cause with the right mentorship.

You have doubts now.

You can't even remember her name.

And what does that even matter when you're being crushed under the dead weight of your horse, rain flooding what remains of your vision, pain the likes of which you could have never imagined sparking from your right leg up into the delicate curve of your spine.

No one had expected rain so far into the expedition, let alone monsoon calibers of the icy cold hazard. Perhaps you should have given the approach of winter, but nearly two days on horseback with no clouds in sight had led you all into a false sense of security. The goal of the expedition had been simple: ride out as far as feasibly possible, establish a new base within wall Maria, stock it with the supplies you brought along for future expeditions, and return with minimal casualties. Erwin's evasion strategy was practically fool proof given the right circumstances.

Thickets of rain and hail, not to mention a wave of unnoticed abnormals, were not the right circumstances funnily enough.

You're lucky no titans have spotted you struggling to wiggle out from where your right leg is stuck between the unforgiving ground and your even more unforgiving horse. They're too busy chasing after your remaining comrades, now so far you could only distinguish them by the cloud of blue smoke in the distance. Blue, Retreat. But you can't, trapped as you are with your stubborn bull of a horse. She'd always been an ornery beast, nipping at your fingers and hair, playing tricks when you'd try to saddle her properly. You'd lovingly named her Bully within minutes of your assignment to her. You miss her already.

"I'm sorry girl, I - fuck that hurts," you wince, salty tears mixing with the rainwater on your cheeks. "Fuck, shit sorry girl - my leg, you have to let me go Bully...you - shit SHIT! Okay okay okay, deep breaths, deep fucking breaths." Your chest rattles in a way you think it shouldn't every time you breath. You brace your hands against her flank and push. "Just a little more, just - fuck - just a little more girl. You gotta let me go, please please, they're leaving - I have to, shit ow! Walls, you snuck way too many sugar cubes Bully. Ah, shit shit dammit, just let me - !"

Your body flails in the mud, agony pulsing like a heartbeat from your now free leg, arms limp and spent at your sides. You contemplate, for just a moment, stopping there because the next step is looking at your leg, assessing the damage, and you're far too scared to see how screwed you are.

But you don't want to die, not here, not like this. Not when you have someone waiting for you. Levi doesn't deserve to lose anyone else. Walls, Levi. You wish he was here, barking orders at you to get up, get up, get the fuck up, FUCKING GET -

With a gasp of wet air and a cry lodged in your throat, you sit up. The right side of your ribcage shifts unnaturally, but you ignore that in favor of the main problem. Seeing the white of your bone through a tear in your pants has you choking back a sob.

"This is fine, this is - fuck, okay not fine, not fine." You breathe through your teeth, your mouth worryingly sticky and metallic. "Don't - don't think about it, just take stock. Figure out what to do next."

Next, right, what's next? Obviously, the most pressing injury is your splintered femur, the sharp point piercing through the meat and muscle of your thigh. You're fairly certain your knee is dislocated and the awkward bend of your ankle isn't very promising, nor is the warmth pooling in your boot that definitely isn't rain. Okay, so the next step has to be removing your boot and cutting away the fabric of your pants.

It takes longer than you like because ODM gear belts are the absolute worst, but you can't cut them away because you actually fucking need them if you want any chance of surviving. It hurts so much you wonder if you've reached new decibels of pain that no one's ever felt. But you get them off eventually, after a few more muttered curses. Bile threatens to rise in your throat at the discoloration of your leg once you slice away the fabric. You're pretty sure, had you made it to the medics, they would just decide to cut off the leg altogether; but, you can't afford the blood loss even if you could summon the strength for the task.

You prep one of your remaining two short halves of a broken blade, wrapping them in the scraps of fabric from your pants. With no sticks readily available in your reach, this would have to work as a splint for now. You hope they don't cut up what's left of your thigh with the fabric as a cushion. Removing the belt from your waist, you place the leather between your teeth.

Popping the bone back into place is far harder than you thought it would be. Quickly lining up your tailored splint, you pull the belt from your mouth and stabilize your femur as tightly as you can without losing feeling in your leg - although you wouldn't mind some kind of numbness to soften this whole experience. You wonder briefly at what point you'll cross the threshold into shock.

A deep breath that's really more of a resigned sigh pulls you back to the task at hand and you remove your cloak from your shoulders to tear the fabric into strips. Your knee is definitely dislocated, and your ankle is at the very least severely sprained if not broken. Realigning and wrapping them is far easier than taking care of your thigh, but you still curse your way through tying the final knots.

The last bit to take care of has you gritting you teeth in frustration. You don't have any supplies for stitches, but you can't just let your blood flow freely from the gash in your calf. You're not sure if a rock somehow made its way into your boot and sliced you open or if Bully's weight had caused your muscles to pop and split the skin of your calf, but either way your priority is now closing the gash that stretches just below the back of your knee down to your Achilles tendon.

Your fingers scratch at your scalp, tangling into your hair while you try to suppress your panic. And then you have a thought.

Levi swore up and down when he showed you the matching rings he had made that it wasn't a proposal. "A promise," he'd said. "A promise to each other, that we'll do everything we can to survive this war." He'd taken the slightly larger of the two, the one meant for his hand, and threaded it onto a long silver chain to hang around your neck. "And when it's all over, well you know..." and he'd trailed off with a rare blush and a shrug like it wasn't the most romantic gesture he could have made.

You feel that chain now, cold under the collar of your shirt. Sniffling, you unclasp the chain from around your neck and hold it close to your heart. "Thank you, my love," you whisper, pulling the ring from the chain. "And I'm so very sorry."

For the time being, you put the ring on your thumb because it's just snug enough you don't have to worry about it falling off. You hold the end of the chain in one hand and your knife in the other.

It's bloody and messy and the chain isn't even silver anymore by the time you're done, but the gash is closed and you think you have the chill of the rain to thank for the numbness settling into your body. You wrap the remaining scraps of your cloak around your calf.

You know at this point it's too late to follow. Even if you could run, there's no chance you would catch up either before they're all already safe behind Wall Rose again, or a Titan snatches you up for a midnight snack.

"I have a promise to keep," you say with a gentle kiss to the silver on your thumb.

There's a small forest about a kilometer north from your position. With great effort and no small amount of curses, you reattach all of the ODM gear belts to your legs, both grateful and entirely in pain from the pressure they put on your wounds and bruised bare skin. There's no way your boot will fit over the swell of your ankle let alone all of the extra bindings so you decide to leave it behind. You're fairly certain your ribs are bruised, not broken, so you try not to worry about them as you struggle up into a standing position. A wave of vertigo washes over you, but you steady yourself and push through the nauseating dizziness.

Leaning heavily on your blade as a sort of cane, you spare one last look at Bully's body, swallowing the sadness in your throat, and slowly start to stumble your way towards the forest.

You think that cadet's name may have started with an O.

You find what's left of your squad midway between your dead horse and the forest.

Daryl Lepton was still relatively new to your squad, this being your third expedition together. He'd been kind and so very shy. He talked about his younger sister all the time, a little girl with a passion for baking. He always shared the treats she sent to him. Daryl's head is completely turned around, one of his legs and a chunk of his torso missing.

Benjamin Cross was your second, the member of your squad that had been around the longest and you trusted with your life. He trusted you with his own. He was a quiet man, but always made you laugh at the most inappropriate times. Half of Benny's skull is missing, his arms bent all wrong. His chest is caved in and pooling with rainwater.

You'd known Hailey Mitchell since your training days in the Cadet Corps, but she'd joined your squad only a year ago. She thrived on teasing you about your relationship with Levi and trying to dig up all the juicy details you refused to share, respecting your privacy while also pushing any buttons she could reach. Everything below Hailey's sternum is gone, and her eyes are wide with lingering terror.

You take their cloaks for the warmth. You take their patches for their memory. And you take as many intact blades and tanks of gas as you can carry for your survival.

You keep moving towards the forest, tears leaving tracks in the blood on your cheeks.

The rain turns to snow just as you reach the line of massive trees you'd been looking for. Using the ODM gear with your mangled leg is a special kind of agony you don't wish on anyone, but you manage to scramble your way to a high enough branch that you shouldn't have to worry about any titans grabbing you in your sleep - if you sleep at all - while still having the cover of the upper canopy of leaves from the weather.

You wrap yourself in the cloaks of your fallen comrades. Two snug across your torso and head, the third wound around your damaged right leg stretched out in front of you. The bark is icy against your back, and your breath puffs out in front of you in clouds of white.

With the appearance of snow, you know you're beyond screwed. Expeditions are dangerous in the snow. Winter is the Scouting Regiment's slowest season, which is one reason it used to be one of your favorites. The others were distinctly Levi related, of course - like warm cups of tea and the occasional hot chocolate if you can convince Levi to indulge his sweet tooth, holding hands while you each read your respective books in front of the roaring fireplace, nights pressed skin to skin under a mountain of blankets...

Okay, stop, it physically hurts you to think about that right now. Because it's winter, and winter means snow, and snow means at least two months before the next expedition.

Fuck.

You lose your battle with consciousness sometime between the first feelings of thirst settling in your throat and the sound of thunderous footsteps in the distance.

Thirst and hunger become major issues three days later. So are the two titans at the base of your tree that have been staring up at you for the last twelve hours or so.

There's a thick blanket of snow on the ground. Cold has set deep in your aching bones, and the only thing that keeps you from completely panicking is the fact that you're still shivering.

"Look at you two down there," you spit, stomach clenching painfully. "You as hungry as I am?" You shake your head, blinking passed the dizzy spell the action causes. "No, cause you don't actually need to eat anything, you fucking parasites!" The two titans just shuffle around, excited by your movement.

You've been trying to move your leg as often as possible to keep the blood flowing and hopefully limit any lasting damage from the injuries. It hurts like a bitch, but you can more or less bend your knee without dissolving into tears which is a big literal and figurative step in the right direction. You'd pat yourself on the back if your whole body didn't feel like one giant bruise.

"Okay, priority number one is getting rid of Dumb Fuck and Dumber Fuck down there. Priority two, water." Because you refuse to die of dehydration when the ground is literally covered in frozen water. You're spine screams at you as you rise, the tree you've called home the last few days not nearly as plush as your bed at home. You ready your blades, making sure the extra tanks of gas you took are safe on their perch.

Dumb Fuck is the taller of the two, about seven meters if you had to guess, with bulbous eyes, strangely short arms, and a tuft of wiry gray hair. Dumber Fuck is only around four meters, skinny for a titan, and with a smile as wide as it's face is long. It makes more sense to go for the bigger problem first, right?

Wrong, apparently. As you're about to slice through the nape of Dumb Fuck, the littler bastard actually fucking jumps to swat at you like a pesky fly. It misses, of course, because even injured you're still one of the fastest soldiers in the military. You were trained by Humanity's Strongest after all. Plus, titans are slower in the cold, which is definitely a bonus. But having to swerve like that jostles your leg and spine in a particularly unpleasant way that has you toppling towards one of the snow piles.

And you remember why snow is so dangerous. Not just the cold or the wet. Titans practically hibernate under there, and you've just poked the bear.

Dumbest Fuck joins the ranks, all fat and round in the middle, limbs long and gangly - too thin for a torso so large. At least eleven meters, if it bothers to stand, which you aren't sure if it will. Its eyes are sunken, peeking out from behind a curtain of greasy black hair. Its gaze is locked onto you, but no other part of it moves. You quickly decide the other two are more important because they're actually trying to eat you.

It's a fucking process to take down the two titans because you're tired and cold and thirsty and in pain and nothing has gone your way and any second that big one could decide to join the party and -

Oh, you're screaming. That's probably not good, that could attract more titans, so you bite your tongue hard enough to draw blood. You're still screaming, you think, but the sound is mostly muffled by your teeth and lips. You stand between the smoldering remains of Dumb Fuck and Dumber Fuck, screaming into your gums because you need the release about as much as you need to stay quiet.

The big one still hasn't moved. Prone on its back, oversized head tuned towards you.

You take a moment to bask in the warmth of the steam from the titan corpses before turning to your quiet companion. It's still watching you, but it doesn't even twitch as you take a step closer. And another. And another, until you're close enough to poke it's hand with your blade. Which you do.

Not a flinch or a tick or a blink. You poke it harder. Nothing. You stab its palm. It starts steaming, but doesn't move. You're starting to get an idea, and it just might be the most repulsive thing you can think of.

But you're so cold. And it's only going to get colder.

"This may be the best worst idea in history. Hange would be losing their shit right about now." You cut off its hands first, and then sever the muscles in its shoulders. It still doesn't move, even when you carefully creep up to its face and cut away its jaw. Just watching you with its sunken eyes. You shrug at it, unable to discern what, if anything, it’s trying to tell you in its gaze.

"Nothing personal," you say as you stab into its protruding gut and slice a sizeable hole. Titan blood steams in a puddle around you, but there doesn't seem to be any kind of stomach acid that could eat away through your clothes or skin. "Gotta stay warm, right?" You grimace, already regretting the brilliance of this idea, but your eyes lock on the silver band around your thumb, and resolve hardens in your chest.

You might be the first person ever to willingly subject yourself to a titan's stomach.

Steam billows around you as you widen the gash you made. It's stiflingly hot, which you decide is better than the deathly cold you've suffered through the last few days. The feeling is so relieving in fact, you don't even notice at first the red splotches forming on your hands, your skin burning away as it comes in direct contact with the muscle beneath the titan skin. Not until the pleasant sting of heat turns into a white-hot flash of pain that has you stumbling back into the snow. Pressing the burns into the frost only creates a new pain that has you hissing through your teeth.

"Fuck fuck fuck! Okay, alright, new approach." You sacrifice two long strips of one of the cloaks, Benny's you think, and wrap each of your hands like oven mitts. "Note to self: Try to avoid skin contact with your new furnace."

You situate yourself in a small nook you carved in the titan's gut, wondering what's become of your life in only a few days, and you allow yourself to hope for just a moment that you might make it through the next two months alive.

You scoop up a pile of snow nearby not drenched in titan blood and finally, finally, quench that gnawing ache in your throat.

A few hours later, as the sun is beginning to rise, you remember you're hungry. Or rather, your stomach cramps so violently, you realize you're starving.

And you have no idea what the fuck to do about it.

Any plants you could eat have either withered away from the cold or are buried under so much snow you wouldn't even know how to start looking. Any animals you could kill are already dead, hibernating in places you can't find, or migrated somewhere warmer.

You're pretty sure titan isn't edible, and even if it was - which isn't something you particularly want to test - the thought alone somehow triggers your gag reflex despite not having had anything in your stomach for days.

But then you remember something awful.

"I'm going for a walk," you tell your furnace, your back itching from the prickly sensation of its stare. "If you heal up, I don't know, please don't wait around to eat me or something." You wave halfheartedly and start hobbling south.

You stare down at Bully, now five days dead. Surrounded by snow, but luckily not completely buried. Luckily for you anyway. No visible rot, no bad smell or spoiled looking skin, no maggots or flies or disease that you could discern. Her body is preserved in the ice from the storm.

"You've always taken such good care of me, Bully," you whisper, resting your bandaged palm against her mane. "I'm so sorry, my precious girl."

With blurry vision, you start cutting.

When you get back to your little makeshift campsite, you first recut all of the mobility points on your titan that still hasn't moved. Better safe than sorry, though it is regenerating rather slowly; you make a mental note to ask Hange if the cold could affect something like that next time you see them.

You go about making a fire from bark trimmings, a pile of twigs you pulled from branches, two rocks to light the spark, and some loose thread for kindling. You need to cook the meat before it spoils. You'll go back for the rest of it tomorrow.

"Looks like we're stuck with each other," you mumble, fumbling through starting the fire with cloth-wrapped hands and the two slippery rocks. "Giving you a name won't be the worst thing I've done today. How 'bout it? Any thoughts?"

Glancing over your shoulder, you meet the titan's unwavering gaze and wait for a response you know will never come, even if it had use of its jaw. You remember a kid from your childhood. Similarly gangly, all elbows and knees. He had a stutter. He used to make fun of you for being scared of bugs.

"I'm gonna call you Preston," you decide. "Any objections, speak now or forever hold your peace."

Preston doesn't say a word.

The rocks spark, the fire catches.

You think about what Levi is doing right about now, his ring cold against your thumb. He must think you're dead, they all probably do.

You wonder what that cadet told them after abandoning you to die.

[twinkleimagines]

* your secret’s safe with me*

You’re a pogue with a secret relationship with a Kook. Not just any kook either, the Kook KING. When people start to notice and the truth comes out Rafe tries to deny it since he’s the one who really keeps the Pogue vs. Kook war going . Do you go along or do you decide you’re worth more than secrets ?

“ fuck!” You moaned out loudly as you thrust your hips one more time, riding your climax out over Rafes huge cock. You felt him buck his hips up while squeezing your bottom while groaning, finishing out his own orgasm.

“ that was amazing” you breathed out as you rolled over , flopping yourself back down next to Rafe.

“ fuck yeah it was” he said catching his breath before sitting up, pulling something out of his top drawer on his night stand. You rolled your eyes as you heard him sniff something up his nose .

“ you ever gonna leave that shit alone?” You replied with aggravation, rolling over to face his toned back. He stayed quiet as he continued wiping his nose to catch anything that may have fallen out.

“ I just hate seeing how it’s changing you” you said with a softer tone, placing your head on your hand that was propped up on his pillow.

“ yeah well I’m handling my own shit okay” he said glancing over at you from his shoulder before looking back down and the substance in his hand.

“ heard that before “ you mumbled before sitting up, searching the floor for your clothes that Rafe practically ripped off of you an hour ago.

“ where ya goin?” He spoke as he watched you get dressed.

“ it’s 6 in the morning , don’t you have that thing at the country club with topper and Kelce?” You replied as you pulled your t-shirt over your head, pulling your tangled hair back out of it. Rafe shrugged not getting the memo.

“ soooo if we’re going to keep this a secret-“ you relied, pointing your finger back and forth between the space between the two of you , “ - then they can’t see me leaving and they’re going to be here soon”. Rafe nodded his head before standing up, his sweaty body shimmering with the morning sunlight.

“ yeah true” he stated walking towards you holding your sandals. “ you’re still coming to the party tonight at the bone yard though right ?” He replied standing very close to you.

“ duh” you replied pecking a kiss on his lips. “ wouldn’t miss it “ . Rafe stood for a second as he watched you bend over in front of him, placing your sandals on your feet.

“ just meet me at the spot” he replied before placing a quick smack across your left cheek. You jumped up before scolding him. ‘ the spot’ was the place you both hid secretly for quickies. It was the only spot you could be together at the bone yard that the pogues and kooks wouldn’t see.

“ okay I’ll text you” you replied before kissing his lips again.

“ ok I’m getting a shower “ he replied while running his hands through his hair . “ I smell like good pussy” he laughed out while running his finger tips up your crotch outside of your shorts.

“ you’re fucking nasty “ you laughed pushing at his chest .

****

[text message]

Rafe- you here?

Y/n- yuhh wya?

Rafe- topper wbu?

Y/n- bonfire

Rafe looked up from his phone to see you already looking in his direction smirking. Rafe grinned before looking back down at his phone.

[text message ]

Rafe- you look hot af

You grinned as you looked down at your outfit. You had short blue Jean shorts and a blue bathing suit top on, your hair flowing over your shoulders. You knew you looked hot But it was solely for Rafe.

Y/n - you too ;) I really like your hair pulled down the front like that

Rafe- quicky?

You bit your bottom lip, feeling the same tingling feeling at the pit of your stomach as you looked over at a couple of your friends letting them know you’d be right back .

You quickly made your way over to the spot , Rafe following with his red cup of alcohol right behind you.

“ hey princess” Rafe said from behind you. You turned around, lips immediately landing on yours . You giggled into the kiss, the excitement of being in a public area fucking and getting caught ran through you.

“ you can’t go 30 minutes of seeing me without wanting to fuck me huh?” You said , grabbing ahold of his rock hard boner beneath his shorts. Rafe threw his head back in pleasure as you got down on your knees , placing him in your mouth.

“ fuck” he groaned out while placing his hand through your hair, applying pressure against the back of your head. You could feel yourself gagging slightly as the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat , moving at a fast pace .

A couple more minutes went by before Rafe pulled himself away from your face. “ turn around” he replied as he pulled you up by your arm, only to turn you around shortly after . You quickly pulled your bottoms down, showing your bare ass before leaning down, placing your hands against a large fallen tree.

Your mouth flew open as you felt Rafe insert himself into you at a fast pace, his hips immediately moving back out only to slam himself back in . You arched your back, your hair draped to one side over your shoulder, swinging back and forth at the motion Rafe had you moving in. You couldn’t hold the moans in as Rafe continued to hit your g-spot over and over as he usually did.

“ hush baby don’t wanna get caught do you?” He replied as he continued to pound into you, his fingers digging into your hips surely to leave bruises . You bit tightly onto your bottom lip, trying to hold in the moans from all the pleasure you were receiving.

Rafe groaned loudly as he watched you place one of your hands on your clot, rubbing circles , bringing yourself to your climax . Rafe felt your legs begin to shake, causing him to hold you hip against him.

“ you cumming baby?” He breathed out as he watched your body start to tremble in front of him.

“ yes Rafe” you moaned out loudly, causing him to reach his climax as well. Rafe quickly pulled out, pumping himself a few times as his load shot out . You giggled as you watched him finish himself off before tucking himself back in his shorts, you following shortly after to pull your bottoms back up.

“ let me know when you go to leave I’ll take you home okay ?” He replied kissing the top of your forehead. You sighed heavily, sadness filling you. You absolutely adored Rafe. And having to keep him a secret from your friends and family honestly sucked so much. You wished you could be open about your relationship together but with you being a pogue from the poor side and him being a rich kook, it just wasn’t the right time to come out yet.

“ of course , wanna stay the night? My mom won’t be home this weekend “ you asked. He nodded placing his large hands on your cheeks .

“ what we doin? Movie night?” He asked, rubbing circles on your cheek with his thumb.

“ and other things” you teased with a big flirtatious grin.

“ you’re so cute” he laughed out before giving you a quick peck on your nose , before turning away - making his way back to his friends.

You made sure to wait a few seconds before following behind so no one would notice .

You walked over to one of the kegs, getting you a cup of whatever alcohol beverage they had mixed in it when you heard toppers loud drunken voice from behind.

“ where’d ya go buddy?” Topper said patting Rafe on the back. You didn’t hear Rafe respond but topper didn’t hesitate to run his mouth again.

“ you were fuckin someone weren’t you?” He joked, causing the group of people he was with to start laughing and cheering Rafe on. You began to smirk until you heard the words Kelce spoke.

“ I bet it was that pogue Y/n” he said. You froze for a second , the keg you were at was kind of hidden behind a tree so you backed yourself further behind, looking over towards rafes group , ease dropping in.

“ the fuck? No” Rafe replied almost to quick . You frowned slightly, wishing he would’ve had some other type of response other than the one he just gave them.

“ I call bull man “ Kelce replied . “ topper bro I saw her car parked in his driveway like 3 different times “ they all laughed at kelces words , while Rafe shook his head in denial.

“ who wants to fuck a dirty pogue “ he replied. It felt like a blade shot through your heart at his words. Is that really how Rafe felt about you? Was he really that ashamed of a ‘ dirty pogue’ like you?

“ hey man she’s pretty hot for a pogue” topper replied patting Rafe on the shoulder . You couldn’t handle listening to anymore once anger started to rise in you .

“ dirty pogue? I’ll show you a dirty pogue” you mumbled to yourself as you chugged down two full cups of the alcohol, pouring you a third before making your way to a group of tourons.

***

You had been standing there for a good 20 minutes, flirting away with a. Group of guys that were out of town , all young horny college boys looking for some fun one night stands.

You usually weren’t like this but your only intentions right now were to hurt the boy who unknowingly hurt you.

[ text message]

Rafe- tf you doin with them boys?

Rafe- hello?

Rafe- I’m ready to go c’mon

Rafe- are you ignoring me..?

You looked down at your phone after the 5th ding, only to leave him on read purposely.

“ hey I’m gonna grab another drink” you said running your hand down the side of his biceps, solely because you just knew Rafe was watching you from a distance based off of his messages.

You finished off the cup you had as you walked over towards the keg, almost tripping over yourself .

“ yo” you heard behind you as you struggled to fill your cup up. You sat up taking another sip of your drink to see Rafe towering over you, his eyes squinted at you with anger .

“ what” you spat out.

“ why are you ignoring me “ he asked , this time his voice a bit softer as if his feelings were hurt . You shrugged, taking another sip of your drink, not feeling sympathetic to him . “ I think you’ve had enough of this “ he said attempting to take the drink away from your hand but you quickly pulled away from him. “ y/n I’m serious those boys your with could try something with-“

“ what? Try to fuck me ?” You responded with a smirk. Before Rafe could even respond you turned your back to him, filling back up the bit of alcohol you just drank. “ hey at least they would WANT to fuck a dirty pogue like me “ you responded before walking off, chugging your now 5th drink once again.

Rafe wanted to chase after you to apologize , but he knew if he did everyone would see you two together and he wasn’t sure if he was ready for that yet.

You stood over with the boys, one in particular getting very handsy. At first your plan was to make Rafe jealous, but at this point you knew in the end ask you wanted was Rafe and you had taken this’ flirting’ thing too far.

“ you should really let us see your tits” one of the guys said, tugging at the string of your bathing suit. You quickly swatted his hand away, getting nervous as you watched the group of guys circling around you.

“ no way” you laughed out, “ I can’t just show my breasts out here” .

“ oh c’mon” another said grabbing at your ass, which you immediately pushed his hand away. “ everyone’s too drunk to even notice” . You attention to back away from the grabby guy but the circle just kept enclosing around you.

“ okay guys” you laughed off nervously , but by now the guy had his hands around your waste , pulling you against your boner .

“ why don’t you come back to our hotel we can show you a really good time” the guy said , while his friend reached out, grabbing one of your breast.

“ no- please stop” you responded trying push yourself off of the guy behind you. All of a sudden you felt the guy behind you sling backwards, almost dragging you with him. You quickly caught yourself from falling before you turned around, only to see Rafe himself picking the guy back up by his throat .

“didn’t you hear her say no?!” Rafe yelled, the guy stumbling backwards as Rafe pushed him towards the water .

“ Rafe stop!” You yelled grabbing at his flexed biceps but to no avail.

“ the who’re was practically throwing herself on us man !” The guy tried arguing which really set Rafe off. Before you could even defend yourself, Rafe was throwing punch after punch, not even giving the guy a fighting chance. By then a whole circle of people were surrounding the fight , topper and kelce trying to pull Rafe off.

“ he’s down man he’s down!” Topper yelled at Rafe as he watched the nearly unconscious guy spitting blood out his mouth. Rafe squatted down, picking the guys face back up by his jaw.

“ touch my girl again, and I’ll fucking kill you “ he spat out before pushing his head back down against the shore. Rafe quickly stood up, his jaw clenched walking straight towards you. He had pure rage written all over his face when he grabbed you by the forearm , making you follow him. You didn’t bother to hesitate, quickly following along with him. You were practically jogging trying to keep up with his lengthy legs as he walked quickly across the sand to his truck.

“ get the fuck in the truck” he gritted through his teeth, holding the passenger door open for you. You quickly climbed your way in his truck, him slamming the door before walking around to the driver side , getting in the truck with same aggressiveness. The ride back to your place was silent, the only sounds was the trucks engine revving up every-time Rafe pushed on the gas. You watched as his knuckles were pale white from squeezing so tight on the steering wheel and his jaw clenching over and over again. It was turning you on to the max but you decided to stay quiet, since he was way too upset at the moment .

You had finally made it to your house, your front porch light lighting the inside of the car up some.

“ thanks for the ride” you said softly before reaching for the door handle .

“ wait “ Rafe said , not taking his eyes off the street in front of you. He sighed heavily calming himself down before looking over at you. “ I didn’t mean what I said earlier” he spoke. You looked down. You knew he didn’t look at you like that, but to convince the kooks, that’s exactly what he had to say .

“ I know” you said softly looking over at him. The car stayed quiet , neither one of you knowing what to say but neither wanting to be away from each other. “ I wasn’t going to do anything with those guys” you said finally breaking the silence. Rafe stayed quiet, anger filling him just by picturing you getting fucked by one of those guys.

“ I was just trying to make you jealous” you said turning slightly in your seat facing towards Rafe. Rafe looked up at you, his eyes staring deeply into yours.

“ it very much worked” he replied. You chuckled slightly nodding your head.

“ I know and it was so hot “ Rafe laughed at your comment, shaking his head.

“ well everyone knows now too so” he said shrugging his shoulders.

“ I’m sorry” you replied softly while lowering your head.

“ princess it’s okay” he replied grabbing ahold of your face. “ everyone was bound to find out eventually “ he replied with a sincere smile.

“ I know but I forced it early and you weren’t ready” you replied , laying your head down in his head .

“ no “ he replied shaking his head. “ I don’t care who was around there’s no way I was about to let those guys keep touching you the way they were. “ you sighed heavily, leaning back in the seat .

“ well you wanna come inside?” You asked, feeling yourself getting drowsy.

“ of course princess “ he said taking the key out of the ignition .

He followed you to your front door, his eyes not leaving your bottom.

“ your ass really does look good “ he said before grabbing a handful.

“ behave yourself “ you joked before leading him inside your house.

It was about to be a loonnnng night .

***

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[doityourselfbombs]

Riverdale S1E1: The River's Edge

Riverdale is an unintentional piece of absurdist art masquerading as a teen drama and anyone who hasn't had the chance to experience it is missing out. here's all of the weird out of pocket shit that goes down in the first episode alone.

general rundown:

the show takes place in Riverdale, a small town that can't seem to move past 1960s nuclear family aesthetics. on July 4, twins Jason and Cheryl Blossom took a boat ride down the river and only one of them came back alive – Jason's body still hasn't been found, and nobody really knows what happened to him.

the five main characters:

Betty Cooper, heavily based on the "girl next door" archetype, who lives with her weird toxic journalist parents, has a crush on Archie, and has a sister who is staying in a group home after she got pregnant with Jason Blossom's kid and was disowned by her parents.

Archie Andrews, redheaded football star who decides he wants to be a mediocre singer-songwriter and is also having an affair with his music teacher.

Veronica Lodge, trust fund baby whose dad just got arrested for embezzlement and just moved with her mother to her parents' hometown. gives weird out of pocket speeches.

Jughead Jones, emo boy with a weird hat who writes extremely pretentious articles about the town and insists that he has no friends.

Cheryl Blossom, grieving twin, extremely overdramatic for no reason, head of the cheer squad. also notability Madeline Petsch is the only natural redhead on the cast so far.

a non-comprehensive list of all the weird shit that goes down in this episode

Jughead finds out his classmate has died and decides to go to a diner and write a pretentious article abt it instead of, idk, being normal

"six more reasons for you to take that ginger bull by the horns tonight" WHAT THE FUCK

Betty starts telling Archie that she has feelings for him and Veronica shows up in a full cloak for some reason

the Pussycats are always practicing in empty music rooms and seemingly never in class

"you're staring at our pussycat ears, which is rude... the pussycats are building a brand, creating a signature look, okay? we're telling a story." (they're literally just wearing cat ears at school)

"I've tried every flavor of boy but orange." -Veronica

the scene introducing Archie's affair with his music teacher has a lot of lolita inspired imagery and I find that very interesting

Fred Andrews gives his employees paternity leave what an absolute dilf

Cheryl exits a conversation by saying "follow me on twitter!"

it really adds to the absurdist aspect of this show that Archie (15) looks to be the same age as the adult teacher he's having sex with (and somehow the actors have an even larger age gap in real life than they do in the show)

at cheerleading tryouts, Cheryl says Betty and Veronica are missing "heat", so Veronica ends the routine by kissing Betty. I like to believe this was just Veronica finding an excuse to do this.

"check your sell-by date ladies, faux lesbian kissing hasn't been taboo since 1994" -Cheryl, a closeted lesbian (canon)

Veronica's first out of pocket monologue of the season comes after Cheryl rejects Betty from the cheer squad: "I know what you need, Cheryl. because I know who you are. you would rather people fear than like you, so you traffic in terror and intimidation. you're rich, so you've never been held accountable. but I'm living proof... that certainty, that entitlement you wear on your head like a crown, it won't last. eventually, there will be a reckoning. or maybe that reckoning is now... and maybe that reckoning is me. Betty and I come as a matching set. you want one, you take us both. you wanted fire? sorry Cheryl Bombshell, my specialty is ice."

Veronica talks like she's in a commercial at all times

Hiram (Veronica's dad) sends Hermione (her mother) a bag full of loose cash and honestly that's what I want in a husband

they keep Lili Reinhart in that tight Jojo Siwa ponytail for so much of this show that it's a relief to see her with her hair down

"can't we, in this post-James Franco world, be all things at once?" ????

Cheryl asked the pussycats to cover the song her parents claimed to be listening to the night she and Jason were conceived

Betty can't even tell Archie she likes him without reminding him that she's a cheerleader and he's a football player and therefore they MUST be meant for each other

"let's see who's riding the ginger stallion tonight" I think now is a good time to remind everyone that the Riverdale showrunner used to write erotic fanfiction abt the archie comics characters and is CLEARLY living out his fantasies with this show

Jughead finally decided to show up 40 minutes in

the Riverdale water polo team is called the Aquaholics ????

Kevin tries to go skinny dipping and finds Jason's dead body. end of episode

you can find more episodes here :)

[sparetimeimagines]

Light Yagami x reader smut request <3

Description :light is tired of misas bull shit and decides to leave to go to a strip club to find a woman to fuck his stress out of, he finds a stripper and takes her to a hotel and rails her after he rails her, he thinks she would make a good sex slave and decides to confess his Kira and if she doesn't want to be his sex slave he'll kill her

Stage Name | Light Yagami

Tags; Smut, Dancer!Yn, Choking

Masterlist

Beautiful women. Everywhere.

Friday night, 1:30AM and all the prime dancers were on the floor. The club is packed, not a free seat around the stage.

Red velvet couches on the back corner with a micro table in front of them, drinks scattered.

So much attention, it made more sense to be selective with the dances you choose to give. The abnormal amount of customers in the club, the pills hit just right when your next client approaches you with a twenty.

“Friction dance, Sweetie?” You guide your client to the table, having him settle in a chair, feeling eyes watching you intently. “My name’s Y/n.” Your stage name was chosen at random, however it stuck to you perfectly. With your legs spread over his lap, you effortlessly grind against him. It was a simple dance for you, one of many you’ll give by the end of the night.

The uncomfortably warm hands scrape against your thighs, which you flick off immediately.

“No touching.” You warn the grabbing the twenty from his hands, tucking the bill in your top. Your hips roll into his and you shove your chest into his face allowing him the small amount of victory he gets with the single bill.

Quickly turning around to face anyone but him, you grind your ass into him, your attention is drawn to the newest in comer.

Brown hair, fair skin and broad shoulders. His eyes search the club like he’s on a mission, no one catches his eye.

You bounce on the lap of your customer, waving your hips over his focusing on the in comer. You have to have him.

He settles in a chair in the back still scoping out the dancers.

Your interest in the guy behind you is slim to nothing when you finally end the dance with him, he tucking a measly dollar in your thong.

“Thanks Baby.” You wink, hurrying off to the new client.

Where did he go? Where is he?

You check the back corner, seeing him return with a drink in hand.

He has to be mine.

Sexy hips swaying, your tall heels making your legs tower across the floor. Velvet carpet, you meet him, his eyes uninterested, starring straight.

“Mmm what’s got you hiding in the back for?” You lean forward, you breasts squeezing together for perfect view.

“Well I was waiting for you.” He smirks suave across his lips. “Don’t tell me that was your best dance...” those dark eyes look up at yours and you touch your chin, emphasizing your thought process.

“Hmmm. Maybe someone else caught my attention?” You sway in his direction.

“Someone else, you say?” He continues to smirk, pulling a wad of cash from his pocket. “Does this catch you attention?”

You eye the money and return to his face with a nod.

“Good. Show me what this gets me.”

You lace your fingers with his, leading him past the other clients staring at your exposed body. The dim red lights compliment the soft velvet couch.

“Make yourself comfortable, I’m y/n.” Your hands spread across his shoulders settling into his lap.

His eyes focus on you, your neck thrown back as your hips grind against his thighs.

“That’s right.” He moans. “Give me That cunt.”

The heat from your core radiates on him, those nails clipping your thong.

“Take it off. Let me see how pretty you are.”

He tugs at your thong and allowing it to slide down your ass.

“You shouldn’t touch the dancers.” You tease in his ear, hand running against his chest along to his shoulders.

“Yeah? Are you going to stop me?” He looks up at you, watching your face as your thumbs separate the hook and eye of your bra.

Your breasts fall in his face, dropping before him which each with each bounce on his lap.

“You keep that up I make have to take control.”

“It’s a dance, that shouldn’t be a problem.” You grab his head, pulling it back, letting you hover over his body once more. “You know I’m right.”

Leaning back to watch him -neck strained and chest following suit- you feel his fingers tucker under your leg, inching closer to your wet cunt.

“We’re just having a simple conversation. You dancing on me. Me finding somewhere to keep my hands. It’s. Simple.”

His finger grazes your folds softly, letting you generate your slick, adapting to his touch as he teases you.

Slow insertion, two fingers stretch your sobbing cunt, gaining a moan and a grin.

“Yeah, Y/n likes that.” His husky voice moans into your exposed skin, teeth piercing your delicate feature as you ride his fingers. “I’m not touching you, remember? You chose to rest on my fingers.”

Those long fingers scissor in your folds, you focusing in on the pressure allowed and less on the base of the song blasting in the other room.

Bouncing on his fingers, you rise from his lap gripping his belt.

“Aww, are you needy?” He smirks, fingers toying with his belt. “I’ll tell you something, a compromise.”

You stand before him, your cunt dripping waiting on his proposal.

“You tell me something. Tell me your name. Tell me your name and I’ll show you my cock.”

He smirks grasping his bulge threatening to spill.

“Sound fair?” He raises his brow. It has been a long time since you had been fucked. Do you pass up the chance to catch up? It’s only one guy, it can’t be too bad to expose your identity, right?

“Mmhmm.” You moan swaying your hips, your dominant hand caressing your clit for your arousal but his entertainment. “It’s Y/n.”

He grabs your hips pulling you closer to him.

“Good girl. Help me baby. I want your help.”

He takes his cock out with ease, pulling you onto him. The pressure of his cock splitting your walls, stretching them to your max has you crying out with oozing pleasure.

He pulls out of you, starting the continuation of a cycle.

“Tell me Baby, what’s your name?” You pant, feeling his cock fill you once more. Those lips bite your neck, he moving closer to your ear.

His sultry hot breath caresses the skin of your lobe.

“I want to scream your name. I want you to know who’s making me feel so good.”

He thrusts a few more times, making you believe he is avoiding your question.

“Kira.”

The simple name from his lips is enough to catch your breath.

The look in his eyes change, the sadistic glint was everything.

“K-Kira?”

“Mmhmm. So pretty.” He thrusts until you until there’s no space between the two of you. ”I think I’ll keep you.”

“Keep me?”

His thrusts are full force, his fingers slide in your mouth.

“Mmhmm. You’ll be my slave. I’m gonna keep you forever. Fuck you, breed you. I’m Kira, and there’s not one thing you can do to stop me.”

His fucks are full force. Dominating. He cups your mouth to stifle your moans. “I have this other girl. Misa.” He watches your eyes roll back. “She gets on my nerves.” His hand releases your mouth to play with your clit. “She. Never. Fucking. Shuts. Up.” With each pause he’s smacking your cunt leaving no space between you. “You feel so good.”

Prolonged moments of Light possessing you with moans and long thrusts of desperation, he grasps you neck without warning.

“So here’s the thing, Topaz or whatever your name is, I’m gonna keep you. I’ve made up my mind.” He thrusts watching the fear develop in your eyes. “You’re coming with me and I’m just gonna fuck you whenever I feel necessary. Maybe even use you with Misa. Regardless, if you don’t comply, I’ll just take of you myself.” His grip focuses on your pressure points as he begins to shake. Is it power or pleasure? “So defenseless. Ha! And I haven’t even showed you the notebook!” His grip tightens and his thrusts are sloppy, when he abruptly stops, his jaw drops as his cock twitches inside you.

He gains his composure moments later, tucking himself back into his pants and stands up.

“Get dressed. We’re leaving.”

“Leaving? I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“I’m not asking. Get up.”

He tugs on your arm throwing a robe over you. “I’m giving you some dignity so they don’t see my cum dripping down your leg. Now hurry up. We have things to discuss.”

[unbridgeabledistances]

hello! <3 once again will not have a new full-chapter update of ✨ian and mickey take over the alibi✨ fic for a day or two, but wanted to post this little fluffy preview featuring the first appearance of our girl bazooka gallagher-milkovich!!! hope u enjoy:’)

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“Hey, Mick. C’mere. Look at this one.”

Mickey glanced up from where he was elbow-deep in a series of sudsy dishes in their too-small kitchen sink. Once again Ian had made some sort of pasta dish for dinner, with tomatoes and basil and some fancy fresh mozzarella (that he was surprised the little dingy grocery store on the corner even carried)— and even though Mickey grumbled about “fucking gourmet bullshit” and “I’m fine with ramen, man,” he’d still helped himself to multiple scoops of second servings while they’d eaten their first meal at the little circular table from Ikea they’d assembled earlier that afternoon.

Now Mickey was on dish duty— Ian was trying to get the two of them to divvy up household shit equitably, since the usual rule at the Gallagher house was “leave dishes in the sink until they start to smell, then blame someone else for them”; and Ian was leaning back in his chair at the table, scrolling through pictures of various dogs on the websites of the local shelters— when one listing caught his attention.

Pit Bull Puppies, Chicago area NEED HOMES FAST, 8 months old

He clicked on the link—there were a series of images of dogs from the same litter, most of them already claimed. Ian scrolled to the last available listing, holding up his phone for Mickey to see as Mickey strode towards the table, wiping his hands on a dish towel.

“Look, she’s got blue eyes. You guys match.”

Mickey rolled his eyes. “Stop being soft. Gimme your fucking phone.”

This friendly pittie comes from a troubled past and needs a loving home. She was found in a barn outside the city that is well-known for illegal dog fighting along with her brothers and sisters. She isn’t trained yet, and needs someone patient to give her a loving and active environment. She’s a sweetheart, and because she isn’t trained we would love for her new family to give her a name!

Ian saw a crease form between Mickey’s brows as he read the listing. “Sounds like a lot of fuckin’ work.”

Ian could sense Mickey’s hesitation, his gut impulse to immediately put a barrier between himself and this new, fragile thing to take care of, especially after their conversation the other night— but beyond that, he could also see that Mickey didn’t even believe himself as he said it. It was an impulse response, for Mickey, to immediately put up walls— and it was getting easier and easier for Mickey himself to be the one to tear them down.

“Yeah, but it’ll be fun. We can go see her if you want, decide if we think she’s a good fit.”

Mickey swallowed, his eyes still fixated on the picture on the phone screen. “Yeah, but it’s got, like… y’know. Trauma and shit. What if we fuck it up even more?”

Ian smiled. “We won’t fuck her up, Mick. We’ll give her a loving home with two dads and a shit ton of dog toys.”

Ian saw the gentle worry creeping into Mickey’s eyes at the word “dads”—and, okay, maybe that was too soon. Mickey had said he’d be fine getting a dog, and was excited about it the whole time they’d been furniture shopping—but in a weird way this did feel like a trial run for a kid, in a way they were both hyperaware of. There was so much there—this was Mickey’s first real try of taking care of someone that was totally dependent on him, after years of shutting out and pressing down those dark chapters of unwanted fatherhood.

Except it wasn’t just Mickey taking this on; it was both of them, together. Ian tried to show him that, as he reached a hand out to press against Mickey’s lower spine in a grounding touch, pulling him closer.

“Hey. Wanna just visit, to see if we click with her? It’s just a fucking dog, and an excuse to see some adorable puppies.”

Mickey rolled his eyes, then pursed his lips. He stared at the picture again. “Yeah, whatever.”

**

“Thank you so much for coming by—this sweetheart is the last of the litter, I’m so glad you both saw the listing so quickly!”

The dog shelter employee, a caricature of a kind-faced middle-aged midwestern woman wearing a cardigan and khakis, led them through the well-lit hallways, turning them into room filled with scattered dog toys and two folding chairs.

“This is our little meet and greet area, we’ll bring her in just a moment.” She shut the door behind her, leaving Ian and Mickey in the mostly-empty room.

Mickey’s eyes darted around curiously. “This doesn’t look like a fucking dog shelter, man. It looks like a preschool.”

Ian smirked, settling into one of the chairs while Mickey remained standing. “It’s a dog rescue center, I guess. Probably run by lots of people who are way too into the dog thing.”

Mickey shrugged, capturing his lip between his teeth contemplatively. “Whatever. And they’ll just let us take it home? If we want it?”

“Yeah.”

Just then the door creaked open—and in came the shelter worker once more, carrying a bundle of grey wrapped in a worn towel. She placed the puppy down on the floor.

“Like the listing said, she doesn’t have a name yet—but here’s our girl!”

The puppy rose to stand on her four legs— a little grey pit bull, with ice-blue eyes and a too-skinny frame, the lines of her ribcage jutting out through her thin fur. She was tiny—definitely smaller than Ian had realized from the pictures, and definitely smaller than an 8-month-old pit bull should be based on the bits of googling he’d done on the L ride over.

The puppy stretched her limbs out long, then stumbled over her too-big feet slightly to race towards one of the dog toys in the corner of the room. Once she captured it in her mouth she circled back contentedly and flopped down on the floor in the middle of the room, starting to chew on the corner of the bone sleepily.  

“She’s so little.” Ian crouched on the ground— and he could tell he was doing that little baby-voice thing he always did, where his voice went up ten pitches and went all fuzzy around the edges that Mickey always gave him shit for, but in this moment he didn’t particularly care.

“Hey there, girl. You’re such a sweetheart, aren’t you?”

Ian could tell Mickey was rolling his eyes behind him. He reached out a hand to pet the puppy’s fur—it was soft, velvety and warm. Slowly, the dog inched closer and wriggled herself to sit pressed against Ian’s lap, letting the bone fall out from the corner of her mouth and nestling her chin to rest on Ian’s upper thigh.

“She’s a little sleepy,” the shelter worker added. “She’s been pretty mellow since we received her, but we think with some good nutrition and some exercise she’ll have loads of energy. It’s just a matter of getting her back into good health.”

The scrawny puppy was sleeping now, her chin still tilted on Ian’s leg and her eyelids drooping shut.

“Mick, d’you wanna pet her? Her fur is so soft, it’s ridiculous.”

Mickey bit his lip again, staring at the scene from where he was still standing a safe distance away, a few paces behind where Ian was perched on the floor.

“Yeah, guess so.”

He kneeled beside Ian, tentatively reaching a hand out to stroke the dog’s head— almost like he was scared he’d hurt her, like he was scared he’d do something wrong. The corner of Mickey’s mouth ticked upwards a bit at the contact with the puppy’s soft fur— and then he rubbed her head again, giving her a gentle pat. The puppy’s eyelids lazily opened, her tail starting to sweep side to side against the linoleum floor.

“Uh. Hey there.” Mickey chuckled uncomfortably, but his uneasiness was starting to melt away. “Do I gotta, like, talk to it?”

Ian grinned. “You can do whatever you want.”

Mickey ran scratches against the dog’s scalp, then down her sides.

“She’s kinda skinny. I can feel her fucking ribcage.”

Responding to the touch, the puppy lazily rolled over onto her back, exposing her tummy to welcome belly-rubs. Mickey grinned, and reached out to scratch at the puppy’s tummy.

“You’re a pretty girl, aren’t you? That’s right. Yes, you are. Such a good girl.”

Ian smirked—and filed Mickey’s puppy-talk away in his mind as something to make fun of him for later; but not right now, when Mickey was still learning to do this, when the defensiveness and self-judgement had only just drained from his system and he was still second-guessing his every move.

The puppy nudged her wet nose into Mickey’s hand and licked at his palm; and Mickey laughed, almost jolting in surprise. His eyes crinkled as he looked over at Ian.

“This is the friendliest fucking dog I’ve ever met, man.”

Ian felt his lips curve into a smile. Of course Mickey hadn’t met dogs that were this bubbly and friendly; half the dogs he’d had exposure to were chained in Southside front yards, trained to rip each other’s throats out and bark viciously at people walking by. Ian hadn’t really been near many dogs either; but seeing his husband immediately melt in the presence of a puppy, the innocence and awe seemingly radiating off of him, made something warm pool in his stomach.

“Yeah, she’s pretty special.” Ian reached a hand out to try and pet at the puppy’s head, and she turned her neck to nip at Ian’s wrist with her pointy puppy teeth.

“There’s some of that feisty energy we’ve been hoping for.” The shelter worker smiled knowingly. “Are you two interested in taking her home?”

Ian lifted his gaze from the squirmy puppy rolling on the ground between them to meet Mickey’s eyes.

“Mick?”

**

They called Debbie to pick them up from the shelter, since the logistics of taking a brand-new puppy on the L with them without a leash or collar seemed like too much to handle, even if she would probably just sleep the entire time. Debbie had spread an old towel in the back next to Franny’s car seat and Ian plopped the puppy into the middle seat, opting to sit shotgun next to Debbie while Mickey kept Franny and the puppy company in the back.

They were almost back at the Alibi now, and Ian was half-listening to Debbie prattle on about what slobs her new roommates were, and how she had half a mind to U-Haul with Heidi— when he tuned in to Franny and Mickey’s conversation in the backseat, the puppy sleeping soundly between them.

“What d’you think, Little Red— what’s the best dog name you can think of?”

Ian noticed Franny furrowing her brows from where he could see her in the rearview mirror. “Hmmm. How about… Queen Justice? That’s the name of my favorite wrestler. And the name I gave the fish Mommy got me.”

Mickey chuckled, and Ian raised an eyebrow at Debbie, cutting her monologue off mid-sentence. “Wait, you got Franny a fish?”

Debbie sighed. “Yeah. I felt bad about the move, and Monica and Frank never gave us shit like that when we were little. Figured I’d try to be a good mom or whatever.”

Ian smiled, reaching out to softly punch her in the upper arm. “That’s actually kinda cool, Debs.”

In the backseat, Franny was still thinking out loud.

“We have to name her after something you like, Uncle Mickey. That’s what Mommy told me about naming Queen Justice. What are your favorite things?”

Ian twisted in his seat to turn towards Franny and join the conversation. “Probably beer and guns, but neither of those things make good dog names, Fran.”

Mickey raised his eyebrows. “Oh yeah? Here’s a fucking relationship quiz then, lover— what’s my favorite type of gun?”

Ian rolled his eyes, contorting even more in his seat to twist and face Mickey. “I don’t fucking know, Mick.”

“A bazooka, bitch.” Mickey ran his hand over the sleeping puppy’s silky fur, scratching behind her ears. “Bazooka Gallagher. Or Milkovich. Or whatever. That’s a pretty good fucking dog name if you ask me.”

Ian felt a smile creep onto his face. Bazooka. “That’s honestly kinda perfect.” He reached his arm into the backseat to reach at the puppy. “Hey there, Baz. You like your new name? You ready for us to take you home?”

Bazooka’s eyelids drifted open, her tail starting to drum against the back of the car seat in a reaction to all of the attention. Franny reached down from her car seat and gave Baz a little peck on the head, and immediately Baz started licking all over Franny’s face, making her squeal and laugh and wriggle in her car seat as Baz shifted to stand on the seat and leaned closer to Franny’s face.

“It tickles! Uncle Mickey, she’s licking me!”

“Allllright.” Mickey reached to scoop the puppy off of Franny, wrapping Bazooka back in the discarded towel on the carseat and holding her like a baby in his arms. He scratched at Baz’s head again, then smoothed down her fur.

“We’re gonna take you home real soon, Bazooka Gallagher-Milkovich.”

[littlefreya]

The Kitten & The Bear - Part 2

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Summary: Walter’s bratty wife has gotten herself in trouble with the law. meaning her own husband. 

Pairing: Detective Walter Marshall x OFC (first person pov)

Word count: 4k

Warnings: Bratty behaviour, dominant BDE husband, abuse of power, arrest, bondage, teasing, grinding, loads of sexual innuendo, mentions of oral, promiscuous behavior, fingering, lewd and dirty talk, manum sasquatch Walter.  

A/N: So both Marti and I were so anxious you guys won’t like it and we were literally overwhelmed by the amazing reception, so thank you so much guys! As promised, here is part 2! The thickens plot! Reminding you this is a collab between @wolvesandhoundshowltogether​ and I based on your role play game. 

Title: The Kitten & the Bear

With the alcohol flushing through my veins, mingled with the sheer exhilaration of anger, I became more daring than ever.

“I think you are just scared because we both know you are never going to tame me.”

With the harsh grip of Walter's arm, I was yanked from the hood, turned and forced to look at his face.

"Do I look like I'm enjoying it?" It resonated in his mind that he was going to have to take his own wife, whom he'd just arrested, to the precinct where everyone knows him. 

'For fuck's sake!' This may jeopardise his career at MPD. A detective having a wife with a police record... 

'Fucking great'.

It's one thing that I acted like a brat at home, but that was his workplace, where he'd have to take me - looking like that. 

His cock twitched as he looked at my dress again.

~~~

Colder than the air itself, the deprived energy in Walter's cerulean gaze cut like diamonds. There was a battle in his glassy cold stare, and I recognised that furious desire, being the only person who really knew Walter Marshall. His hand was still on my wrists, pressing the cuffs hard against the small of my back and my thighs slightly parted as he stood too close.

I trembled and not just from the chilling cold. "If you are asking for my sincere opinion, then yes, I think you are, by the look of it," I answered and gandered down his groin and back at his face, giving him a bitchy grin. "I strictly remember ending with your head between my thighs last time I wore this dress" I provoked. "Hold on to that memory, it's going to be a while." 

Walter cocked his head to the side, pretending to think about my ultimatum, before suddenly stepping closer to haul me flush against him. I felt not only the warmth of the bulge at his groin but the cold hard outline of his gun against my stomach. I gasped as he leant close to my face and his lips hovered over mine while he ground his hips against me. 

A moan escaped me when he suddenly pulled back.

"Don't make threats you can't keep. Your little cunt is always hungry for attention."

Keylah and Stephanie exchanged astonished glares between them as they watched the heated battle. I continued to frown, trying to remain stoic, but the creeping chill made me tremble as the freezing metal of the car pressed against the back of my knees.

His obliviousness to how cold I was, the way he was treating me and his words only further fuelled my anger. I was like an unleashed hellcat, unable to stop my own stupid mouth.

"Don't test me. Both you and I know how clingy you are Mr. "promise-me-you'll-never-leave-me." I spat back his own words to him. Words he blurted out in a vulnerable moment the night before while he was making sweet, intimate, passionate love to me. 

It really was a low blow from my side.

Walter felt like his stomach got headbutted by an angry bull when my cruel words registered. The previous night he found me at home with the entrance door unlocked while I'd been blasting music. He had an exceptionally shitty day as a criminal who abducted a woman from her own home had to be set free for lack of enough evidence against him.

The fight that followed between us culminated in passionate makeup sex. He asked to be handcuffed to the headboard so that he wouldn't unleash all his desperate anger and accidentally hurt me. In an especially vulnerable moment, he begged me never to leave him, not for what he does nor for who he is. 

And here I was, throwing it back to his face.

"Fucking bitch," he hissed so only I could hear it. I gasped as I could see the exact moment Walter transformed back from my husband to the cop who responded to the crime scene. As if he suddenly needed to hide behind the mask of a stoic, invulnerable officer.

Without another statement, he grabbed one of my forearms, dragged me to the open back door of the car and tossed me inside. My upper body landed on Keylah's lap while he circled the car, got in the driver's seat and started the engine.

"Pig!" I shouted at him as Keylah helped me adjust and deliberately pushed me to sit in the middle seat so I could stare at him during the ride to the station. I leaned back, looking at him through the rearview mirror. He was not staring back, keeping his forbearing eyes on the road.

"Sooooo…" Stephanie uttered, "Magnum, is it really 10 inches?"

Walter just glared at Stephanie but provided no answer. After a moment's pondering, he threw a glance at me through the mirror, and drew one of his brows up, challenging me to answer Steph.

I crooked my eyebrow back at him, spreading my legs to show him the red silk panties I wore beneath my dress. 

"Well you know, it's basically a cock that has a man attached to it." 

Keylah snorted and shook her head with disbelief, "No fucking way she is that lucky, I call bullshit, sorry Walter." 

Again Walter didn't reply to her, just straightened in his seat a little and cocked his chin forward, keeping one hand on the steering wheel. If his whole demeanour wouldn't have answered Steph's question, it was my blush, visible even in the dark backseat, that made it clear that Walter's big dick energy did not end with the energy. Both girls gasped. 

"Fuck, bitch!" Keylah squealed, and they both started giggling while I remained silent as the blush permeated to my chest. 

"But what I want to know is if the police baton's thick too," Stephanie added and stared at me. I remained quiet for a moment, spreading my legs further for him to see the sticky patch at the apex of my body. Between every street lamp, the light danced over the backseat, illuminating the girls and me.

"Look at him," I finally uttered, "everything is thick and girthy, especially his skull".

The girls howled with excitement.

My lewd reference to Walter's size and girth made the corner of his mouth twitch almost unnoticeably as he was watching the road with an unbearably cocky expression. His eyes then ventured to the rearview mirror. Immediately they widened, and his face hardened simultaneously when he noticed the little dark spot on my panties between my spread legs. He instantly turned his head back to the road and switched the radio on. 

I could see the little twitching muscle in his cheek, his jaw straining as he noticed me spreading my legs. The fact that the gals wouldn't shut up about his cock and began making jokes didn't help either. I squirmed slightly on the leather seat and bit my lip, letting him see what he can't have. 

"Magnum, I bet you are one of them who likes it when she gags on your big fat cock."

"Steph, I'm sitting right here!" I called out. "You can just ask me, and I'll tell you how deep he likes to go!"

"I bet, Jen has a broken cervix, that's why she takes a lot of days off from work," Keylah laughed. "Detective Walter Marshall, cervix destroyer." 

Losing all patience Walter slammed the break, and we scrambled forward against the partition.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, ALL THREE OF YOU!" His eyes were blazing as he turned his head back and looked at us between the two front seats. "Do you even understand you're going to a holding cell?" 

But before Keylah or Steph could blurt out some snarky comment, I breathed out "Yes, sir", which immediately short-circuited Walter's mind. He was the one yelling for silence, yet I quieted him with two syllables. He bit both his lips, turned back and started driving again.

The girls glared at one another, shivering, unable to hide the twinge of exhilaration from Walter's alpha behaviour and how it broke me into submission. On any other day, I'd have told them to back off from my man, but we all knew it was prohibited to speak right now.

The rest of the drive to the station passed in lingering silence. Keylah brushed and fixed my hair carefully while I glared at Walter - half angry, half lustful and utterly missing my husband. Still, my ego prevented me from showing any emotion other than rage. 

As he finally parked the car, I looked at the giant stuffed bear next to him. Still rather intoxicated I whispered to the girls "there are two of them."

~~~

After Walter parked the car, he remained seated for a couple of seconds. The reference that he was my big bear sent little tendrils of softness straight into his heart at a most inconvenient moment and looking at me through the mirror he only started to realise that I will be exposed at the police station. 

Care, duty and the desire to discipline me were warring inside of him.

"Keylah, Stephanie, get out and give us a minute" he orders the girls. 

~~~

The girls opened the doors from each side. They quietly exited the police car, giving me a sympathetic look and standing outside, hugging themselves from the cold of the night. I kept quiet, looking at Walter and waiting for him to speak while chewing the inside of my cheeks.

 It was then that I realised how painful my wrists were with the cuffs around them. I wanted to go home, I hated him right now. 

Walter sensed my hatred and distress and opened his mouth to speak, "The better you'll behave, the quicker this will be over." 

He waited for a response, but I said nothing, so he drew his brows. "If you decide to behave yourself, I'll take off your handcuffs right now, and you can retain a shred of dignity at my workplace." Still nothing. "So the way this will go down depends entirely on you." 

My legs began to jump anxiously while I kept gnawing at the soft tissue of my mouth until it began hurting, "you proved your point, Walter, I want to go home now," I answered with irritation, feeling completely helpless. He gave a heavy sigh and lowered his gaze to the red slutty pumps around my feet, 

"This wouldn't have happened if…" I began speaking.

Forcing his eyes from my red shoes and mouth-watering legs, Walter interrupted me by shooting me a hard look, "...if you hadn't vandalised the store. Don't even try shifting the blame."

He got out, stepped to the back seat door, leaned in and pulled me out. I stood on wobbly legs when he gave me one last chance. "I ask again. Can you behave yourself enough to go in without handcuffs?"

His sheer hulking height and his broad shoulders dwarfed me. Even with these heels, I was puny compared to him. But then again, Walter was known as the largest guy in town. Visibly shaking, my legs almost bucked down as he looked at my face anticipating an answer. What agitated and excited me most was how professional he remained.

"I'm not going to run or hurt anyone," I said matter-of-factly. "I'm still your wife, not some criminal in case you forgot." I looked away from him, indicating that I was hurt by his mistreatment, wrongly thinking I deserved special treatment.

"I haven't forgotten that you're my wife," Walter retorted. 

How could he ever? 

Taking out a small key from his pocket, he turned me to uncuff my wrists and continued behind me, "But as far as this whole ordeal is concerned, tonight you are first and foremost a person in custody, and I'm the arresting cop, so behave accordingly."

His words and the sensation of his fingers around my wrists made my entire skin tingle and become riddled with goosebumps. For whatever reason other than him being my husband, I was longing for him despite my anger and how degrading this situation was, perhaps even because of it.

"Yes, Sir", I answered coldly, my eyes floating to the dark sky before he guided me toward him and our eyes met fiercely. 

The way our gaze clashed made time stop. He could see the scared longing in my glare, and I could see for the first time tonight his inner conflict.

I didn't have time to further contemplate this because Walter's hand shot out, grabbed my nape and pulled me close to a devastating kiss. He drew my head so that my ear almost touched his mouth so he could whisper, "It's going to be alright, my little wild cat."

Both Stephanie and Keylah gasped behind us and then whispered between them, giggling like cheerleaders. 

My chest was nearly empty as I looked up to his gaze, my lips swollen with need. It became very apparent that we hadn't touched one another for the last 24 hours and fuck, I just wanted more. No matter how aggravated and humiliated I felt, I wanted my big grizzly bear to touch me. 

He spun me around to lead me in. My legs almost failed me. It was cold, I was shaken from the kiss, and the last thing I needed was all his colleagues seeing me like this. 

Walter headed into the building followed by us. It provided a very comical scene as I insisted that Walter bring the teddy bear in for me. When we entered the bullpen, everyone got quiet seeing the big scary cop with a huge stuffed bear under an arm, surrounded by the three dolled up, tipsy babes. 

The sergeant blurted out "What the hell?"

I beamed at him "Hey, Sarge. How's Sue? We came to party!"

"No, they didn't." Walter cut in angrily as everyone was ogling me.

I couldn't help but smile and wink at all the guys, behaving as if this was nothing but a show, while both Stephanie and Keylah snickered seeing all the baffled looks. It was as if the moment we had an audience, we regressed into thinking we owned the place, marching past Walter as if he was our guard dog rather than our captor.

I flung my hair from side to side, snapping my heels and swaying my hips to emphasise the curve of my ass. I could feel the shift in Walter's demeanour, and I suddenly paused and bent over in front of him, pretending to fix the strap of my heel so he could get a good look of my ass.

"What's going on?" the sarge asked amused and Walter had to blink fast to drag his eyes off my slutty pose.

"They are the perps of the store vandalism." 

Everyone's jaw dropped, but I shrugged innocently.

"I just wanted a teddy bear," I pouted.

Having had enough, Walter grabbed my upper arm and signalled to the girls to follow us to a desk.

"You want some coffee, ladies?" Toby asked with literal heart eyes.

"They are NOT guests." Walter hissed, but I answered sweetly, "Milk, no sugar, please."

He pushed me down on the chair, and by the firmness of his grip, I knew he was forcing himself to be as gentle as possible. My ass hit the hard plastic with a small huff, and I giggled at the smack.

"Don't move!" Walter grunted as he went to get the paperwork. Obviously, the girls and I began whispering between us, giving Walter sneaky glances and then chuckling loudly.

Not understanding Walter's message, Toby came along with a hearty cup of coffee, handing it to me.

"You're a saint," I thanked him and took a gulp, groaning as the liquid hit the back of my throat. "That's a really great tie, Toby," I then added and got up to lean forward on the desk, grabbing his tie and examining it up close.

I knew every single guy at the station was currently staring at my ass, whether they wanted to or not. It took me back to prom year when every guy in school had wanted to get a piece of me, and none of them had a flying chance. I couldn't deny I loved the attention, especially after having none of it all day long as my husband was acting more like a cop than a lover. 

Walter marched back to the desk, ordering the lovestruck Toby to fill out the reports of Keylah and Steph, and dragged me away. 

The officer at fingerprinting jumped as a huge sasquatch of a detective kicked the door open and marched in, dragging a smirking babe with him. 

"C-can I he-"

"I'll handle it. Get out" Walter barked at him. The guy scurried away, and Walter sat me down, circling the fingerprinting station. I watched mesmerised as he silently, methodically prepared the ink pad.

Intimidation struck the chords of my heart as I watched my husband being completely efficient and professional. I was impressed, having met him when he'd already been in the police force I never had a chance to see this part of his life. It's something he always kept away from me, afraid it would terrify me.

Well, I was terrified indeed, and the fact that he was actually going through with the entire process made me tremble.

"Can we drop the act?" I asked when there was no audience left. I crossed my legs together and folded my arms around my chest defensively, "or are you keen on putting your wife behind bars as well, so no one but you gets to have her?"  

Walter's nostrils flared, but he simply said "It's not an act. Charges will be brought against you. My guess is parole or community service," he explained as he pressed my fingers on the ink pad and then on the respective brackets on the paper one by one.

My lips trembled as the information sank in and I jumped up from the chair just as Walter finished with my left pinky. 

"I don't want it! Neither parole nor community service!" I burst out, "You're my husband!" my voice hitched, "Do something!"

I looked at the stern, unimpressed glare he was giving me and then frowned as he simply rolled his eyes at me. But of course, what made me think I was the first person to beg him not to charge them? 

"Sit. Down." He answered calmly while I stood infuriated and shook my head with protest.

"You have the very power to make these charges go away! You are doing this on purpose!" I pointed my ink-stained finger at him and started stomping my feet in the ground. 

"What if I'll march right out of this room? You going to throw me into a cell, Walter? Oh oh, excuse me, Office Marshall, SIR!" I slurred with disrespect.

"I don't know what you mean by "this", but the only thing I'm doing on purpose is my fucking job", Walter said in a menacingly low voice. "And yes, if you march out of this room without my permission as arresting officer, I am obligated to throw you in a cell." He leaned back in his chair and stared in my eyes with unflinching confidence.

"You gonna throw me in a cell!? Your wife!?" I cocked my eyebrow at him daringly. "You sure about that?" I stretched up and straightened my dress, pulling the hem down over my thigh as it kept riding up.

Walter tilted his head unimpressed, his brows rising as if he was waiting to see if I was really willing to risk challenging both his authority and power. 

"I'd think of the consequences if I were you!" I spat out and turned on my heels and snapped at the door, opening it wide open and stepping outside courageously. 

I walked out of the room and started running in the empty hallway, my heels clicking loud. It didn't even take me ten steps when Walter's body pressed to my back, pushing me against the wall. He turned me toward him, and by the time I understood what was going on, he put back the handcuffs on my hands in the front. He then dragged me to the interrogation room's anteroom where people were working. 

Walter didn't stop at the sight of them, he took me to the interrogation room where one wall was a one-way mirror. 

"WALTER!!!" I shrieked, panting with both shock and effort while he hauled me by my nape and forced me down on the chair, making the metal chair hit me hard on the ass. 

Adrenaline surged through me, my breasts rose up and down in the cleave of my tight dress.

"Are you fucking out of your fucking mind?!" I screamed at him and then peered at the mirror, realising everyone could see us. "If you don't take me home now I will never speak to you again!" 

Walter refused to be baited. Stepping out to the anteroom, he shut the door behind him so that I won't hear what he was saying to them. The officers gawked at him. "Get out", he said in a low voice, and they jumped and rushed out. 

Unbeknownst to me, Walter locked the anteroom's door with a flick of his wrist, making sure no one would disturb us, then he turned back and marched in. He circled the desk and sat on the edge, one of his thighs almost touching me. My glossy eyes rounded up as I stared at him. 

"That's enough," he said in a low voice as if there were still someone watching through the mirror. 

I looked at the mirror frightened, thinking of the audience who sat there before redirecting my gaze to Walter. My heart was racing so badly I could feel it in my ears. 

"Walter, I swear I'm not going to speak to you ever again" I fumed. He was giving me a condescending look and fuck, he was too attractive when he was angry and pumped of authority. I couldn't help but clench my thighs beneath the desk.

Walter ignored the pang I caused him by blackmailing him with our relationship as he watched the top of my thighs rubbing together. He hardened his face, stood up and walked back to the chair on the opposite side of the desk.

He said nothing but I got inspired by his arousingly hard look. Glancing at the mirror behind where the cops were watching, I decided that the only way to get to that thick cop brain of his is causing a scandal that will force him to take me home.

Taking a deep breath, I regained my forces and tried to appear as strong as I could. An opposing force to his absolute control of the situation.

"Do your colleagues know you stalk your wife?" I asked him, my voice dropping lower, my eyes cutting into his like daggers. Walter gave an unimpressed glare, slightly shaking his head at me.

"Tell them, Walter," I spread my legs wider only for him to see my striking red panties again as I angled my pelvis to give him a better glimpse. "Tell your friends at work what a sick, controlling perv you are, following me like the guys you arrest." 

Walter put his elbows and forearms down on the desk interlocking his fingers, and leaning forward, his burly shoulders appearing even more intimidating. 

"I could tell them", he said in a calm voice, "but they'd see that the way you're behaving totally justifies it."

He knew exactly what I needed. I needed to be put in my place, but not by the cop. 

By the husband.

He made a show of glancing down my soaked panties, and he licked his lips, not entirely an act. I WAS delectable for him.

"The way I'm behaving?…" 

Fury simmered in my veins, my breath short and slightly heavy as Walter not only kept his cool but also visibly exhibited his raw sexual desire. It did nothing but made me want to grind myself on the chair.  

I shifted involuntarily, spreading my thighs even wider in a primal invitation for him to conquer my defenceless offering. I was like a soft little rabbit caged in a room with a big hungry wolf, and his hunger was for more than just food.

"How exactly am I behaving, detective?" I drawled, challenging him, unwilling to back down.

Walter shifted his eyes from my face to my spread legs, then looked back in my eyes. At the same time, he leaned back against the back-rest of the chair, arms crossed on his chest, his lax pose, implying that he was completely comfortable with what he was about to say.

"Like an attention-seeking, cock hungry whore," he stated in an even tone.

His words hit me like a slap on the face, whatever decency I had left was completely lost to me right now. I pushed myself up from the chair, causing it to fall behind me with a sharp echo. 

"Excuse me?!" I called out angrily, holding my cuffed fists against my chest, knuckles white with tension. 

"YOU ARE THE ONE ACTING LIKE A PERV STALKING ME AND MY FRIENDS!!!" I shouted and looked at the mirror, trying to peer through the people sitting in the room. 

"Yeah, you hear me? This is the man who should be under arrest!" 

Not thinking twice I climbed onto the desk and marched toward him, peeling my dress up my thighs, exposing myself above his face. 

"Tell them, tell them how much of a big fucking pervert you are, sitting in the dark and stalking women. Did you jack off in the patrol car thinking about this all night long?"

When I finished shouting and just stood on the desk panting, he slowly stood up, turned around and walked to the door. My heart dropped thinking he was leaving me here, but Walter only went to look the door. The clicking sound reverberated in my core, causing a spike of fear and adrenaline in me. 

He walked back to the desk, and quick as lightning, grabbed my hip and thigh and yanked me down. His powerful arms braced the impact so it won't hurt me, but the air was knocked out of my lungs. 

I was lying on the desk, knees drawn up, while Walter leaned above me, one of his palms on the desk next to my waist, the other grabbing one of my knees, and slowly trailing up on my thigh with an ominous caress.

"Now that you've informed them about what kind of man I am, I don't need to hold back, now do I?" he drawled, the hand reaching the apex of my thigh and his thumb sweeping against the wet fabric of my panties. 

The world turned black for a moment as the initial shock took over. My body was spasming with fear and as I regained my control over my muscles again my eyes floated to the huge windowed mirror.

A terrible chill coursed through me as I saw him hovering above me in our reflection. All big and burly, my protective husband looked like nothing but a large predator while I was his helpless victim, and the thought that people were watching us and not doing anything to stop him was horrifying.

His thumb caressed over my covered mount, making my whimper and shaking my head with protest.

"Stop…" I called out, my voice puny and weak as my lungs gave in. I held my cuffed wrists to my chest and stared at him begging. "Stop, they're watching, Walter!"

"You kept on throwing at me that you are my wife, demanding special treatment here," he said coldly as he grabbed the chain of my handcuffs, yanked it over my head and slammed it down to the table, forcing me to stretch my arms and arch my back meanwhile his other hand pulled the line of my wet panties aside, and to my utter horror and forbidden excitement he slowly, very slowly pushed a long thick finger inside me. 

"How's that for special treatment?" he drawled in a dark, lustful voice.

"Walter!!" I whispered urgently, shuddering across the desk while my body unwillingly pressed further into his finger by natural, primal instincts. My face rested to the side, and I glared at the mirror again. "Walter, please, don't! They're watching us!"

I was at a complete loss of power, bound, defeated, knowing very well he could do whatever he wanted, and I wouldn't even have a fighting chance. My body was taken captive by the forbidden desire, and I did all I could to mentally fight him. I tried to close my thighs around his arm and desperately kicked my legs while shooting my glossy gaze back at him. 

Walter pulled his finger out, causing my pelvis to lift as my pussy mourned the loss. He reached over my torso and pushed his wet finger in my mouth, pressing down my tongue with it, forcing me to taste myself. 

"Let them watch," he growled. He pulled his digit out and licked my wetness and saliva off it. He let go of the chain, and I pulled my arms back to my chest as I watched him sit down on his chair, pull my panties down and stuff it in his pocket. 

"Ready?"

[achliegh]

Golden

Yeehaw Leo… it's all because this song came on one day (I don’t even really listen to country anymore so it really is fate). Leo is based off that song, each chapter is going to be based off a yeehaw song too.

@clearsuitcasecookienerd helped me out with this one!

For some background:

Leo is a bull rider as a side hustle.

His parents breed Tennessee Walking Horses ($$$$$)

His father died when he was 16 so he dropped out of school to help his mother and cousins run the ranch.

During the winter The Ranch hands take over the Ranch so Leo and his Mother can go visit family all over the country. During the Summer Leo and his cousins handle the ranch.

TW/CW: Smut, terrible yeehaw sayings and jokes, injuries, mentions of past death, minor character death, underage drinking, mentions of past arrests, cringe

Prologue:

Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy

And James was thrown off the mechanical bull for the third time! It seems as though no one on the team could stay on that thing long enough to win the prize of a free beer tab. Finn and Logan were standing hip to hip, forearms resting on the short fence surrounding the mechanical bull in this crowded bar. They were passing a cigarette back and forth as they made fun of Thomas and James as they rode this ferocious animal on the beginner setting.

They just got done for the day at a training camp designed to make them more agile on the ice, only the wingers and centers were there. It was being put on at the old professional hockey rink in New Orleans so it can get some use. The only reason why they choose this hick bar is because it was close to the rink and apparently LGBTQ+ friendly because some kid comes here and gets in fights with people who are homophobic.

A true hero.

Finn and Logan have been friend with benefits since college, did they plan to fuck again tonight? Yee-haw! They both had feelings for each other but refused to admit them because that's the one thing you aren’t supposed to do in a friends with benefits situation. Not fall in love. Everyone knew they were completely head over heels for each other but everyone also knew something was missing for them to be able to work. Usually they only talked about their feelings when they were angry.

Everyone in the bar was friendly, all locals too, so they would tell fun stories about what has gone down in this bar. Two names that would come up frequently and always together were, Leo and Clayton. Apparently, they are best friends and the most beloved frequenters of the bar. Yes, they were undersage. Yes, they did like to fight. No, no one snitches on them. Yes, Leo is a gay boy and Clayton is a Bi boy and they ran this town.

Both are apparently from very rich old parents who only ever had one child, so they treated each other like brothers. No one messed with them. Don't forget they know how to have a good time. Finn had squished his hand into Logan's back pocket while they listened to the local next to them at the fence talk about the two boys.

Then the double wood door to the bar was slammed open, two very tall specimens sauntered in, there was whooping and hollering as they walked past people. Tipping hats and throwing winks. The local leaned over and whispered to Finn and Logan who took a glance at the door and then back at the bull tossing their friends like a fucking salad.

“Speak of the devils.” Logan's attention was brought to the two men when they hopped over the fence to help James stand back up and dust him off. Cracking jokes with him, while the other went to the machine panel to change the setting. Logan took in their appearances.

The one with James had caramel toned skin with black coily hair under a dirty baseball cap. He was very well built and looked like his muscles were made of rock, Logan guessed he was around the same height as Finn. He was wearing a black shirt with the sleeve cut off low enough to show off his abdomen. He had on some dark dusty jeans and brown square toes boots, looks like he just got off work somewhere dusty. The man looked up to check out the crowd of newbies to the bar and Logan took note of his dark dark brown eyes, which landed on him and he saw the man smirk a little before leaning over to James to ask for the names of Finn and Logan. Rolling his eyes a little he decided to look at the other man.

Oh my.

Logan felt like he had been punched in the gut, this man had soft blonde curls wrapping around the rim of his old baseball cap that's backwards on his head. He was also tan but looked more golden like he was tanned under the sun. He couldn’t see his face from under the man's hat but he could see his hard muscles from under his incredibly tight tank top. He too was wearing jeans and square toed boots. Logan could tell this guy was taller than the other and he just wanted him. The veins in his arms and the strength of his hands made his grip tighten on his drink. He knew Finn was looking to by the way he could feel his hand flexing on his ass.

There was a song playing in the background that portrayed exactly how they felt.

“SAVE A HORSE RIDE A COWBOY!” The bar cheered as the blonde boy swung his leg on the bull and grabbed the handle, nodding at his friend. The bull started thrashing around and all Finn and Logan could focus on was the way this guy isolated his body so the top half of him barely moved while his hips rotated with the machine, smoothly. As the bull got faster the tighter the guy gripped the handle the more veins showed in his arms. Logan took a drink while Finn took a drag.

When the man was finally flung off, he had won what Thomas and James were trying so desperately trying to win. When the man stood up he was right in front of Logan and Finn. Logan just about spit out his drink when he saw this man's face. Like it was chiseled from fucking god, dimples, electric blue eyes that shot electricity to their groins, sculpted eyebrows and a scar on bridge of his nose. He smiled and his teeth were perfect beside a chip on his left front tooth.

They had to have him. After hours of teasing looks and sexy line dances, which was a sentence Finn swore he would never say, they finally got this angel of a cowboy into their hotel room. His name was Leo, and god damn was he packing.

He was fucking into Logan as the smaller man fingered Finn open and sucked him off at the same time, Leo shifted a little to hit Logan's prostate, a loud moan was heard from around Finn’s cock. Logan pulled off of Finn and Pushed back on Leo like he couldn’t help it, catching Leo by surprise and asking him to pull out. Leo did because he was a literal angel.

Leo sat back on his heels and smoothed his hands over Logan's hips with a worried look in his eyes. “Did I hurt you? Are you okay?” His voice was heavy with lust and worry, that thick southern accent caused the other two to groan.

“Don’t you remember what song was playing when we first saw you?” Logan and Finn were now on their knees facing each other but looking at Leo with hungry eyes. Leo looked down as he thought for a moment, then it dawned on him. He looked up at them and smiled a little shy, he was about to say something but he was pushed back to lay down. He shuffles a little to get more comfortable, Finn and Logan both mentioned that they were switches so he had no clue what to expect when two extremely sex hockey players asked him into their bed. Clayton was jealous.

He groans as he feels Finn grind back onto his cock, he looks up at the red head and smiles Finn is definitely enjoying himself. Leo placed his hands on Finn’s hips to help him sink down on his cock, furrowing his brows he tries his best not to fuck up into Finn as he gets used to Leo. Which they did mention Finn hasn’t bottomed in a while but he really wanted to with Leo and that made him feel special. Leo opens his eyes from when he scrunched them shut to control himself, he sees Logan watching Finn and stroking himself. An idea comes onto Leo’s head, tapping on Logan's arm he wraps his hand around his bicep and pulls him over to him.

“How about you ride my face, sugarbug? Hmm?” Leo is pulled into an intense kiss as Finn finally sets a comfortable pace of fucking himself down on Leo. Logan maneuvers himself so he is straddling Leo’s face and facing Finn.

Leo grabs Logan's hips to pull him down on his face, nipping lightly at his rim he smirks at the shiver he feels from Logan, hearing the smacking of kisses he knows they are desperately close already. Leo starts working Logan open with his tongue as he plants his heels on the bed and fucks up into Finn. The boys are moaning his name loud enough he bets the people in the room next to them are hearing everything. Leo is getting close and he knows Logan is barely holding on, plunging his middle finger and tongue into his smaller lover, hitting his prostate head on, he feels Logan clench around him as a wet heat is felt on his chest.

Logan Moans out Leo’s name and then Finn’s as he pulls the red head into a sloppy kiss as Leo keeps his rhythm with Finn, fucking him steady and deep. Finn changes the rhythm and starts moving faster, desperate for that release. Logan reaches between them and starts to jerk Finn off in time with his thrusts, after a few strokes he feels Finn spilling into his hand. Leo groans and bites down on Logan's left booty cheek as he muffles his moan when he releases into the condom he's wearing. Resting his head back on the pillow he feels logan crawl off him.

Finn pulled off him and collapsed onto Leo’s chest with an oof. Leo chuckles and runs his hands through Finn’s hair, mesmerized by the red flowing through hands. He just wanted to hold these boys close and relax, which he hasn’t done in a while. Kissing the top of Finn’s head he hears a cute whimper from the man on top of him. Hiding his laugh in his hair Leo looks up at Logan who wanders back into the room with a warm washcloth. He slaps Finn’s ass causing the man to jolt and glare at Logan.

“Excuse you, I was being snuggled by a hot cowboy who just fucked the life out of me.” Leo laughs as Finn rolls off him, Logan tries to hide his smile but fails as he wipes the other two down. Hopping on top of them and wiggling his way between them and smiles.

“Well I want to cuddle the hot cowboy who just ate my soul out of my ass.” Leo laughs again and shakes his head wrapping his arms around bothering them.

“Shh! I want to silently cuddle with two hockey players who I just had the most intense orgasm with!” They all laugh and fall into comfortable silence with comforting touches and caresses until they fall asleep.

When Finn and Logan woke up in the morning Leo was already dressed and writing his number on the notepad next to Logan’s phone. He turns to look back at the bed and smiles when he sees the boys both sleepily reach for him. He crawls on the bed still having not put on his boots yet and gives them both a sweet kiss goodbye.

“Text me or call me anytime you want to talk.” He whispers to them as he pushes some hair out of Logan's face and rests his forehead on Finn’s cheek. He crawls away shoving his boots on and walking out the door. Morning chores need to be done.

They all felt it when Leo left, cold.

[kanmom51]

I respect most of your opinions and I will always love Kookmin's bond but we can meet back here at the end of 2021 and I still realize there's absolutely nothing romantic going on between Jungkook and Jimin. Maybe there was maybe there never was but no amount of "Let's see" is going to show us what we've seen so far this year to prove there's just a friendship now. I know you'll continue to think otherwise and that's fine. I'm not trying to change anybody's mind. I just saw your response to the anon who brought up how Jimin and Jungkook were "presented" to us last year as opposed to this year and it struck me that even you didn't have a response to how different they are this year compared to last year other than wait until the end of the year. Even memories 2020 won't count because that was last year. I just wonder why some people refuse to admit that things change, people change. Relationships evolve and people who are together can decide to separate for any amount of reasons. Koomin are no different if they ever dated at all. Can I be way off base? Absolutely. You could be right for sure but I would love to meet back here on Jan 1st 2022 and talk about the possibility that I might be correct.

It's funny anon how you say you respect my opinion but then go on to say how "some people refuse to admit things change". Refusing to admit makes me what? Blind? Maybe delusional?

Thing is, most JKK's aren't refusing to admit things change, they are screaming it out. Things have changed. JKK have matured, their relationship has matured. They have become calmer, more secure, in their relationship. Domestic, if you want, and as many JKK's call it. Perhaps this lack of urgency in their relationship is what you see as them not being together anymore, and that is just you seeing it wrong, not us.

If that's not the change you are referring to, I wonder how the hell you are so confident about them either not being together, ever, or them breaking up? Show me where their behaviour with each other, even during this relatively dry content period, signals them splitting up. And don't even think of bringing up the ride situation, because I am telling you now it's total bull. In a period of 7 full months we had them on camera going in or out of cars 3 times. Unless they walked to and from work the rest of the time, that doesn't prove or negate them riding or not together.

Send me links, send me clips, interviews, content, show me how you know they are no longer together. Prove me wrong. Don't just throw words into the air. That just won't do.

[anim3tingz]

Match-Up for zeepzo0p

Hey love! So, I decided to try something a little different for this match-up. It’s my first time doing this for a poly relationship so I hope it works out well. Enjoy! ❤️

Tag: @zeepzo0p

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My Hero Academia:

Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fat Gum) & Keigo Takami (Hawks)

Relationship Song: My Best Friend - Weezer/Summer Vibe - Forrest Nolan

First off, I just feel like y’all would make one hell of a cute throuple. Like, for real I can’t stop shipping y’all together.

Talk about the most laid-back and fun relationship ever. Both guys don’t take things too seriously and I feel they would be down to try anything.

So, if you’re feeling particularly spontaneous or get wrapped up in a new interest I could see them just going along for the ride and joining in on the fun. Say you get into an art phase. Like, you go all out buying supplies and whatnot. They’d be right beside you trying to paint, cross-stitch, whatever. I just see them taking part in whatever your current interest might be.

Keigo might say some sarcastic comments like, ‘Oh, yay! A new thing to waste our time & money on.’ But, don’t listen to him. Lol. He won’t admit it, but he actually finds your phases really cute. Plus, he actually likes how you open him up to other things he wouldn’t think he’d like. Taishiro, however, gets just as wrapped up as you. Lol.

Your food now...Damn. The 1st time you ever cooked for Taishiro he was hooked. Doesn’t matter what you make, this man is down. You want to try a new recipe? He’ll be your guinea pig.

It’s not a well-known fact, but Keigo is actually a pretty good cook. So, I could see the two of you cooking meals together and trying each other's new creations, bouncing ideas back and forth between each other. Lol. Expect him to play around a little bit, though. This is Keigo we’re talking about.

Both guys are very supportive of you wanting to go to culinary school, love. You follow your dreams. Your men are behind you every step of the way.

When you’re feeling a little stressed out or get the urge to partake in some “herbal medicine” I feel like Keigo would be the one to join you. He gets pretty chill when he’s on his high. Taishiro, however, tries not to partake. Lol. There was the whole ‘Munchie Incident of 2020’. His hit was a bit too strong that night and the munchies that ensued were quite insatiable. You and Keigo had fallen asleep only to awake later to see your entire house cleared of food. Poor baby was so embarrassed, he swore he’d never do that again. Lol. So, he leaves that to you and Keigo.

Movie/Streaming Nights!

Game Nights (Videogames/Board Games/Card Games)!

Keigo would be the one just sitting in the background laughing as he watches his two idiots dance.

You guys just love hanging out together so pretty much any activity that involves y’all hanging out together you guys tend to gravitate toward. Y’all are legit best friends so you spend a majority of your time together.

Lord have mercy, when Keigo and Taishiro get together. Those two put the Weasley twins to shame. So, I hope you’re up for getting pranked on. Lol. But, don’t worry Taishiro won’t let things get too out of hand.

Taishiro tends to stand as the responsible party in your relationship. Lol. Keigo’s mouth tends to get him into trouble and mix that with your slight authority problem and well...You see why Taishiro has his hands full with y’all. :)

Taishiro is that stable, kind, supportive man, while Keigo is the funny, wise-ass, who secretly has a sensitive side. Speaking of which, because of his past, letting his emotions out has always been difficult but since getting together with you he’s been able to open up a bit.

PDA:

Each man brings a little something different to the table.

For instance sweet, romantic kisses and bear hugs are practically guaranteed with Taishiro.

Meanwhile, with Keigo...PASSIONATE kisses. Plus, this man likes to cuddle. Although, don’t expect him to admit to that. As mentioned before, he’s not the best at showing his emotion but baby boy does love you.

Jealousy? A little bit. Mainly on Keigo's end, though. You might not notice it, but Keigo is envious of the relationship you and Taishiro have. You guys just seem to be so much alike that he gets a little envious, at times. Taishiro, on the other hand, is the most secure in the relationship. He loves the fact that you and him have so much in common, but he also likes the sarcastic whims that Keigo brings to the relationship. He just knows you can count on him to bring humor to any situation.

Overall, this is just a great relationship. You guys just bring out the best in each other and aren’t afraid to try new things. Plus, what’s not to like being in a relationship with your best friends. Well, that and both guys are super hot, let’s be honest. Lol. But, really. I ship y’all so hard.

For more Fatgum/Hawks love check out this…(Click Here)

Black Clover:

Magna & Asta

Relationship Song: Break The Rules - Charlie XCX/Fallin’ - Why Don’t We

Where to start. Lol. Y’all are the most boisterous bunch EVER.

But, omg! It would be such a fun relationship.

I could just imagine you guys just talking for hours on end and never getting bored. Like, just imagine late-night convos under the stars on the roof of the base.

Whether you’re all together or one on one, the conversation just flows so easily between y’all. I think that’s one of the biggest selling points in this relationship. I mean, would you really want to be in a relationship where you can’t talk with someone? It’d be so boring.

Just like with Fatgum/Hawks, I see Magna/Asta being just as into your interest phases. These guys are such a spontaneous bunch. Lol. And, can you just imagine the humor and shenanigans that would ensue. Omg. I’d think you’d probably die from laughing so much. Especially, when the two start going at each other.

Just don’t leave these two alone together for too long. That’s when bad things tend to happen. Lol. These two LOVE to prank you. If you thought Fatgum & Hawks were bad...Honey, there’s no responsible party member here. Lol. You’ve been warned.

One funny thing about your relationship is how your cat reacts to them. Surprisingly your cat loves Magna, Asta though...Lol. Much like the anti-birds, your cat attacks Asta in nearly the same way. He doesn’t seem to understand why the cat hates him even after he’s brought him treats and toys. It’s sad, but oh boy...is it a funny sight to see.

Both babies LOVE your cooking. Like, when they hear you’re cooking they’re the first ones sitting down and practically drooling all over the table when you finally bring the food out. And, while you yourself aren’t a fan of spicy food you know Magna is and you always try to make sure to satisfy his spice cravings. Just know Magna never expects you to do that for him but he appreciates all the effort you make for him. It’s one of the many little things he loves about you. Now Asta...the boy has already guzzled down half of the buffet you laid out for the rest of the Golden Bulls. Lol. Have I mentioned he loves your cooking?

PDA:

Both babies are pretty affectionate and playful.

However, Asta is a little inexperienced, but he does his damnedest to impress you. He’ll get you flowers and let’s not forget he’d show off. A LOT. Lol.

Asta’s kisses are passionate, but a little sloppy. Like I said, he’s a little inexperienced, but after some time he’d get better. He just gets so passionate and excited that kisses often are a little rushed and sloppy. But, just know he just gets so excited whenever he’s around you he just can’t contain his emotions.

Magna...I see him actually being a romantic at heart. He’d be the smoother one of the two for sure. He loves to whisper compliments into your ear and give you forehead kisses. Plus, his kisses are...ugh. He’s a good kisser. And, that smoldering look he gives you when he goes to lean in...RIP.

Jealousy is normal between y’all. Mainly in terms of ‘you’re hanging out with so and so too much’ or ‘it’s my time with them’. They’re just like kids fighting over a toy at times. Especially Asta. Lol. That boy is just so in love with you. He just wants all your attention. Magna gets jealous too, but he mainly just fights over you to annoy Asta. These two I swear. Lol.

These boys love you so much, though. So, despite all their idiosyncrasies they always support you in whatever you choose to do. And, if you’re ever feeling low you can guarantee they’d be right there to lift you right back up. They love seeing you smile and laugh. You’re their baby and they’d do anything for you.

[hotchscotchh]

Reimagined; Chapter 2 - Owen Savage

This is so sappy and I’m not sorry. Also, I couldn’t find any gifs from this episode so I made some. I might post the set tomorrow :)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Spencer Reid

Warnings: Mentions of past drug use, mentions of bullying

Word count: 1.8k

Summary: Spencer works through his issues with the Owen Savage case.

Read on AO3

Chapter 1 —— Chapter 3

Based on 3x16 Elephant’s Memory

Hotch wasn’t sure what was going on with Reid during this case, but he was angry, and he was going to get to the bottom of it. He felt bad for the way he had to reprimand Reid, no matter how necessary it was, because the younger man was obviously hurting. He wouldn’t have acted in such a way otherwise. But, Hotch wasn’t about to let him continue to make decisions that were going to put his life at risk.

He knew what Reid had been going through the past year. How could he not? He wasn’t exactly being subtle about it. Hotch had a lot of guilt over not stepping up to help him. Gideon told Hotch that he was handling it, and Hotch fell into the trap of believing it. He didn’t know that Gideon hadn’t said a word to the young genius. Hadn’t helped him in the slightest. He wouldn’t forgive Gideon or himself for that.

“Reid,” Hotch called after they had both stepped off the jet. “Are you going to catch that movie?” Reid put his hands in his pocket, looked down at his feet and nodded. “I think I’ll come with you.”

Reid looked up at that, surprised. “Hotch, I really don’t think that’s a good idea. This is personal, it’s not something you should technically know about. If it comes out that you were aware of the situation, you’ll get in trouble. I’m not going to let you carry that burden.”

Hotch sighed. “Let me at least give you a ride. I don’t need to come with you, I just want to know that you’ve made it there safely. The metro isn’t running anymore anyway. I’m allowed to give my subordinate a ride home, right?”

“I suppose,” Reid answered, a hint of a smile playing across his features.

The ride to Reid’s “movie” was spent in silence. Neither man was ready to broach the day’s incident on a personal level. Reprimanding Reid as his superior was much easier than talking through feelings and past trauma.

Reid silently got out of the car when they arrived, but when the door was about to close, he opened it again and, with a shaky voice, asked, “should I expect you to be here when I come out?”

“Of course, Reid. I am giving my subordinate a ride home, after all,” Hotch replied with a sad smile. He didn’t like that the man thought so little of him that he would leave him here to find his own way home.

When he was gone, though, Aaron couldn’t help but let his mind wander. First to the past few weeks. This wasn’t the first time he’d given Spencer a late-night ride home after the Metro had closed. It almost always landed them going out to dinner, though. It was something that he was coming to anticipate. It was becoming his favorite part of the week. He’d known there was a lot to Reid, but he’d only known him on a professional level. Getting to know him personally was something he could only describe as… titillating. He was also kind of choosing to ignore the extremely inappropriate attraction he was realizing had grown in him.

His thoughts were also wandering to what Spencer could have possibly gone through to make him so closely identify with Owen Savage. He knew about the bullying in high school, that comments about being a “12-year-old child prodigy in a Las Vegas public high school” had not gone unnoticed. So, he knew, in theory, that Reid was traumatized by the experience, and he honestly wasn’t sure if he really wanted the details.

Aaron knew, from experience, how cruel children could be. He was sure his experience wasn’t nearly as extreme as Spencer’s, but he had been bullied. He’d been bullied because his parents never showed up to school events. Because he played baseball instead of football. Because he was never going to live up to the standards of his father. Not in the community’s eyes, at least. Little did they know what was going on behind those closed doors. But that’s a story for another time.

----

An hour after he left, spencer returned to Aaron’s car feeling fifty pounds lighter. Aaron hadn’t started the car after Spencer had gotten in and put his seat belt on, so he looked over to find the older man staring at him with an expression he couldn’t quite read.

“Feel better?” Aaron asked. Spencer nodded in reply. Aaron waited a moment, giving Spencer the chance to say something (even though he knew he wouldn’t) before speaking up again. “Dinner? There’s an all-night diner a few blocks from here.”

“Okay. I don’t-” Spencer abruptly stopped his train of thought, looking down to where his hands were tracing nervous patterns on his knees. He took a moment to decide if this was really something he wanted to disclose to his boss before remembering that this wasn’t his boss. Not right now. This isn’t Hotch. This is Aaron. The man who takes him out for dinner once a week just to listen to him talk. The man who knows about his addiction. Who wouldn’t judge him, no matter what he said. “I don’t think I should be alone just yet,” he finally finished, voice low as if he thought he might be chastised for his words.

Aaron understood that the admission wasn’t something that Spencer wanted to discuss and started the car without another word.

----

They were seated in the diner, full mugs of coffee sitting in front of them, looking over their menus when Aaron decided to start the conversation they both knew was coming. “Spencer, you know you can call me anytime you don’t feel like you should be alone, right? If you need a ride to a meeting, or even just someone to sit with you, I am more than happy to be that person for you.”

Spencer let out a sigh, the self-incriminating thoughts that had been plaguing his mind before coming back into play. “No, Hotch, I can’t come to you. You’re my boss. And if Strauss finds out that you knew about my addiction and didn’t report it, she’ll finally have grounds to fire you. I can’t let you carry that burden; don’t you understand that?”

Hotch hated that word. Burden. This was the second time Reid had used it in the same argument. “Stop. You’re not a burden, Reid. To anyone. You never have been, and you never will be. And screw what Strauss has to say. I’m not your boss in a time like this. I’m not Hotch. I’m your friend. I’m Aaron.”

Spencer let out a laugh. That was almost the exact thought that had been running through his mind in the car earlier.

“I want to be your friend, Spencer. I want to be there for you, I want to help you through this.”

Spencer looked down at his hands that were, again, tracing nervous patterns on the tops of his knees. He made an attempt to inconspicuously wipe the tears from his eyes, but it didn’t go unnoticed. He hadn’t expected that to come out of Aaron’s mouth. Spencer never had friends, except Ethan, but he was still in New Orleans. He’s never had someone he could lean on; someone he could be vulnerable with.

Aaron placed his hand palm up on the table in an invitation for Spencer to receive some kind of grounding, some kind of comfort. He took the opportunity, lacing their fingers together and looking up to meet Aaron’s eyes. “Spencer, I know you’ve never had a consistent support system, but you do now. You have a family. You can come to any one of us, we won’t judge you. Will you tell me what bothered you so much about this case? I’d like to know, as your boss and your friend, so we can prevent another big blowout like that in the future.”

So, he told him. About the goal post. About how his mother would leave visible bruises sometimes and no one would say anything. About how alone he was. About the guilt he held for institutionalizing his mother. The biggest issue, though, was how he thought most people just used him for his brain. Once the flood gates opened, there was no going back.

“Oh, Spence,” Aaron consoled when the words finally stopped flowing from Spencer’s mouth. They were both openly crying at this point, the waitress had decided to stay out of their way. The conversation was visibly intense. Aaron stood from his seat in the booth and slid in next to Spencer, pulling the hurting man into his chest and just letting him cry.

“Spencer, there are so many amazing things about you. I don’t think I could even name half of them, but your brain isn’t at the top of the list. You’re amazing because you’re you,” he said with a breathy laugh. “You do magic tricks in the bull pen just to make the girls smile. You have all this amazing knowledge that you could’ve put to use in so many ways, but you chose the FBI. You chose to help people. To stop killers. To save lives. That’s why you’re amazing. Sure, your brain is too, but you’re so much more than that.”

Spencer wanted to be embarrassed. He was causing a scene. But the comfort he was receiving from this was ridiculous. After a few minutes he managed to sit up and place a hand on Aaron’s chest. “Thank you,” he said, softly and sincerely. “Sorry about your shirt. And for causing a scene.”

“Don’t worry about it, Spence,” Aaron answered, a small smile returning to his face. “You obviously needed that.” Aaron returned to his side of the booth and held a hand up to flag down a waitress. They ordered milkshakes and enjoyed them between idle chatter that flowed freely between them.

Aaron stood up saying, “it’s my turn to pay,” and holding a hand out to help Spencer out of the booth. Spencer let a brilliant smile take over his face and it made Aaron stop for a moment. This was what started his attraction. That damn smile. It was all consuming.

----

Spencer fell asleep in the car on the way to his apartment. It hadn’t taken long; they were both exhausted. When they arrived at Spencer’s apartment, Aaron softly shook him awake. The words that came out of Spencer’s mouth next surprised Aaron.

“Will you stay the night? I- I just don’t think I should be alone yet.”

“Of course, Spencer.”

Spencer’s couch was comfortable. That night, Aaron dreamed up Spencer. Mostly about that big giddy smile that lit up his face that made him so beautiful. He woke up smiling, but confused. When did “Reid” become “Spencer?” And when did the adjectives he associated with him change from “smart” and “amazing” to include “beautiful” and “perfect?”

[doyouknowthemossinman]

Humans are Space Orcs: Horses

Because as a horse girl I was jealous of the aliens being only freaked out by pet cats and dogs and felt that horses should be added to the mix

Xis’ala had only recently come to terms with the oddity that was the fact that humans frequently kept small carnivores as pets. They called their sharp claws “cute squishbeans” and their large fangs “adorable teefers.” Their unit was part of a research team doing work on cultural norms in an area called “the Midwest” in America. The team’s first experience with “horses” had to do with a “rodeo.”

“Human-Kent, what is a horse?” Xis’ala had the misfortune of asking.

“They’re animals that we use for work, performance, or just to keep as pets,” the human replied. His family had experience with the beasts, apparently.

Oh, great, more pets, was all that Xis’ala could think.

Their tour guide spoke to Human-Kent, saying things like, “Are you sure a rodeo is a good first impression?” and “This might be a little too showy for a newbie.” Human-Kent simply shrugged and said, “Well, they were going to find out about horses eventually.”

This filled Xis’ala with dread.

“What is the purpose of a rodeo?” a unit member asked.

“Well, the main thing is entertainment, I guess. The people in the ring do this stuff for fun, and for the people in the stands, it’s fun to watch. You get that shot of adrenaline without being the one in the saddle,” Human-Kent answered. “There’s events that don’t include horses, too. Bull riding, for example.”

“And what are the ones that do include horses?”

“Uh, let’s see.. Obviously bareback riding, steer roping, goat tying, barrel racing, pole bending... There’s other things you can do with horses, too. Like some people go to shows where they have to ride the horse a specific way with specific equipment and stuff.”

“Wait, you ride them?” This also filled Xis’ala with dread.

Most of the unit members had to look away the moment the horse was released from the gate. They clutched their notepads in fear as the beasts barreled down the arena, weaving between poles, chasing cattle, and circling barrels.

The next week, they went to sort of a different kind of rodeo. One that was much calmer. One where the horses weren’t trying to throw the humans off of their backs. It was simply called a “horse show,” or just a “show.”

“The horse and human are judged by some judges, based on a lot of different things. Depends on what class you’re doing,” a human guide named Carla explained.

This show was much quieter than a rodeo. The people in the audience did not scream, or shout, or wave their arms, or stand up. They simply clapped after each performance.

After the show, Human-Kent suggested they travel to his family’s farm and meet some horses themselves. Despite their fears, the unit had an assignment, and agreed.

Horses are so much larger in person than Xis’ala thought. They looked big even from the stands of the arenas, but they could not grasp their size especially now. Human-Kent stood with the creature, petting its neck and scratching behind its ears.

“This is Maggie, she’s one of our older gals. She used to be a cutting horse. Won some local shows, but we never took her to anything too big,” Human-Kent explained. “She’s real friendly! Come pet her. Let her smell you first, though.”

The unit vehemently declined the offer and wondered, terrified, what a cutting horse might be.

“What kind of work are they used for? We have only seen recreational purposes so far,” one unit member asked.

“Some people still use them for sorting cattle and stuff, they can plow fields, they used to be ridden into battles, and they were our only fast mode of transportation before we made cars,” Human-Kent answered. He then also explained that horses were prey animals and had to be trained to do all of these things.

Xis’ala and their team decided that they were lucky that humans and all of their dangerous earthly pets were on their side.

[extremelyblackandwhite]

the unseen one - 23

Pairing: Hades!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: none

A/N: i do realise i took rather long to post this but i’ve been having the biggest writers block to exist. hope you enjoy xx

Next Chapter

Y/N was awoken from her sleep by whisper like sounds. She lifted her hair from his chest, fist coming to rub the sleep off her eyes as her feet touched the cold ground. Slowly, she turned her face, a second instinct telling her to call James but as he saw him peacefully sleeping between the black sheets, she decided to woman up and go down the stairs to try and find the source of quiet yet very annoying noise. 

As she went down the stairs, the mumbling became louder and harder to ignore. It eventually led her to a small black door just shy from the dinning room, hidden as if entrance was forbidden. She took steps towards the door, the mumbling growing intense and loud. Y/N scrunched her face at the mumbling, not able to make out was it was telling her and as she went to grab the silver handle of the door, it mysteriously opened up. Had she not been in the underworld, it would’ve scared her. 

She pushed the door open, peeking inside to see a dimly light room with various glassed types of beautiful jewellery. Her eyes widened as she saw jewels of myths her dad used to rave about and precious stones all caged in glass. However, what caught her attention was a gold spiked halo like headband with various white roses at the base. Unlike all the other pieces, it was not shielded by glass, instead the pieces were shattered on the ground. She should’ve probably wondered why it was broken but she was entranced by the object and without even noticing it she had grabbed it. 

Y/N turned to the mirror, hands holding the halo in head and by second nature, she placed it on top of her bed hair, admiring the look in the mirror. She was in a trance as she observed her reflection in the mirror. Her trance was interrupted by Bucky calling her name. Quickly, she placed the halo back on its place, rushing out of the room and closing the door behind her as she saw James turn the corner. His worried look softened as he reached to pull her into an embrace, kissing the top of her head. 

     - Good morning, sunflower. - he relished onto the soft smell of her hair and how her fingers lightly traced his chest, caging him in some sort of Eden he wished he never had to wake up from. - What are you doing up from bed?

    -  Couldn’t sleep anymore. - she peaked her eyes up from his chest where she had her head laid to his serene face. Y/N always enjoyed seeing James after he woke up with his normality tamed hair all over the place and curling at his scalp. It were moments like these that almost made her believe they were a normal couple. - I’m sorry I woke you up.

    -  You didn’t. I probably overslept anyway. - he probably meant the fact that it was late in the afternoon but she was still lost in her love haze, slightly moving from side to side in his side. - I should probably return to my duties before we head to Eros’ and Psyche’s. 

    - You sure you can’t stay? - she fluttered her lashes at him, hoping that would suffice in making him staying with her for the rest of the day. 

    - I would love to, sunflower. However, I do have some work to go back to, specially with the Spring Festival coming around. 

   - Is there nothing I could do to persuade you? - she drew helpless imaginary circles onto his chest, the innocent smile stretching onto her lips. - I’m sure there is something I could do.

   - Stop being a minx. - he kissed the top of her head, breaking up their embrace to go clothe himself and return to his duties. That wasn’t something he did with ease as Y/N took it upon herself by quickly listing the reasons why he should not leave her, a mortal, alone in the underworld, a place for dead things. Bucky however managed to argue back all her reasons leaving her by her lonesome with nothing to do.

It was no surprise that Y/N felt slightly uncomfortable in Bucky’s home. Not that it was dark or stuck in the middle of the underworld, it was just that it was his home and she somehow felt detached from those who belonged inside it. No matter how many times she forgot he was a god, he was still a god, one of the three primary gods ruling over three earthly domains at that. She took herself to walking around, waiting for him to return as there was nothing much she could do. It wasn’t like she could return to Hecate’s grounds or go around in the Underworld like a subverted little red riding hood. 

After a few minutes, she bothered herself into convincing that it was a good idea to leave and go for a walk by the river. The meadows were a weird place, sometimes all she could hear was moaning and wailing while other times all she could hear was silent and somehow silent was worse. She didn’t know how James managed to do it, how he managed to live surrounded by such unhappiness when the Elysium was just around the river bend. Mostly stuck in her own inner thoughts, she didn’t notice the lady in front of her drop a basket, its contents spilling at hitting her feet which woke her up from her thoughts. 

She immediately dropped to collect what looked like thin gold like strands as the woman came rushing in.

   - Careful, your Highness. - she said removing the strands from her hands. Y/N scrunched her face in confusion at the title, she surely had her confused with someone else. - We don’t want any dead mortals today, do we?

   - Surely not. 

   - You know, I’ve been wondering when you were gonna show up, my Lady. You’re late. 

   - I’m sorry, you must have me confused for someone else. I ...

   - My Lady, I am never wrong. - she stuffed the gold strands in her basket, a smirk on her lips as she left Y/N there to wonder why wouldn’t someone in the Underworld talk like a regular person. 

Y/N shrugged, deciding it would be better to return to Bucky’s place before someone confused her for someone else. Happily to her, James was locked in his study which meant it shouldn’t be too long for him to either bore or anger himself with work and came back to her. In the mean time, she decided to prepare a basket of fruit to bring to the dinner and prepare herself in one of the gowns James had found stashed away in the attic.

   - Everyone I work with is a fucking idiot. - she head him bang the door against his hinges, showing up in the kitchen like a mad bull. As he took in the sight of his lover in her pale green dress, hair pushed away by various golden pins and hands carefully chopping various foods, his anger decreased, not wanting her to see that side of him. - Why are you chopping fruit?

   - It’s rude to show up empty handed to a dinner. 

   - So you’re certain we shouldn’t bail and do some of that persuasion you were speaking off a few hours ago?

   - James, I am not gonna let Psyche alone in a dinner full of born gods. 

   - Technically she is a goddess too, sunflower. You don’t need to take it upon yourself to protect all the mortals you meet.

   - If I can, I will. 

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[cloveroctobers]

BLAKE JOLLEY —

IG info/bio: @/jollyblke | 8.4k followers | Activist | I’m here to save the world, it’s my right. & You should care about your environment too, get active. If not? Leave. Visit: theindigenousmovement.com

22 (23) years old

From Kensington, England

Choctaw nation & proud

Visits Oklahoma every other summer...sometimes it’s every few years

Majority of her family lives there on a reservation

She’s made a name for herself in the town for speaking up for the missing and m*rdered women of her community & how they continue to sweep that shit under the rug

Call it what it is, genocide

Has been arrested & charged a few times

Has a sense of dread when she goes back but also a form of happiness since her mom, some of her sibs, and other family members are there

Has 7 siblings

4 boys, 3 girls

Chelsea found that so facisinating!

I feel like there’s two sides to Blake? Either she’s rooting for you or she’s shitting you, there’s no in between

Willing to communicate & have intellectual conversations

Has to be in the mood to socialize, sometimes she just prefers NOT to talk since that requires energy

Always tired, doesn’t sleep much, probably has insomnia a little bit

Was on the debate team in secondary

Either you like her or you hate her, either way that’s a you problem

Kinda a loner, keeps to herself—always feeling like people should be doing more with their time on this earth

But she also understands that there are moments where you need to chill/relax/ have fun or take some time out for yourself

Donates to woman’s shelters often

Attends & organizes protests

Minimal makeup: mascara, nude blush, moisturizer mixed with sunscreen, a lip tint & she’s on her way

Knows how to ride a bull but will only do so if she’s back in Oklahoma

Knows how to work a g*n & is licensed to carry but prefers not to

Enjoys cliff diving & swimming as a form of exercise (not counting the hr long protests she travels to & attends)

Will do leg exercises more than anything at home, does not have a gym membership & will never get one

Favorite color is in the tropical blue shades: turquoise & aqua

Her home is her personal sanctuary, where she feels the most safe & allowed to be herself. Doesn’t invite anyone over to mess with the energy she has there, afraid that they’ll ruin that. She’ll meet you somewhere but one thing you’re not going to do is come into her space

Always has kale & quinoa in her flat

Has a chronic stomach condition

She’s a very blunt person & many don’t take that lightly, she doesn’t sugarcoat anything

Doesn’t have much experience in the love department

A few have tried but she either ignores them or tells them straight up that she’s not interested, always was focused on her school work & other things

That’s why she’s single

Now that she’s in her early twenties she feels like that she needs to experience love

She feels like she wants it? However a part of her isn’t sure if it’s something that she truly needs?

Possibly aromantic?

so when she met henrik, she immediately felt platonic energy with him & didn’t mind exploring it but also found noah quite aesthetically attractive?

Henrik fit into her lifestyle nicely outside of the villa, it was nice having someone else to talk to & spend time with. She wasn’t sure how she was meant to feel when he asked her to be his gf inside & outside the villa but she agreed so why not?

Her mother felt like she shouldn’t analyze the boy as if he was some sort of experiment, Blake did like watching experimental movies/documentaries based on true events or reading about them but she truly did not feel like that’s what she was doing with henrik

They had their differences ofc, henrik was more easy going/chill when it came to things whereas Blake observed before she attacked. If It don’t sit right with her, she’s gonna say some shit

She was the one to call it quits with henrik after almost two years passed

She was not heartbroken over it but she did realize how things changed now that he was no longer in her life

Loves clothing that have slits in them or v-necks

Loves going to flower shops since they remind her of her mom

I feel like she smells like cherries & cashmere musk

Adores sunsets, that’s the time of day where she feels most at ease

Interested in photography & is currently exploring what is her best subject to shoot...her activism helps

she hopes to have her own biography made about her one day

learning to gradually let her walls down but it’s extremely hard to do with the negative energy the world brings

Is cordial with mc...after some years have passed and they and their significant other always feel the need to have meet ups once a year where they invite EVERYONE somewhere else

Blake feels like they still have ties with the production company of love island but that’s not her business

Unless her services are truly required and the $ is right or if Elisa decides to drag her then she’s not going

Being on reality tv was not her main purpose

She hated the superficial and trying hard, things should just be natural

She’s above love island now & she doesn’t need to see henrik or Lucas OR single Noah every year

Her profile is filled with activism and how people can get involved

Along with a good dump of her face, she knew she was pretty but she didn’t need to use that to her advantage there was, “more to life than shallowness”

She barely remembers the other girls she entered the villa with. she thinks one or two tried to reach out to her in her dms but she ignored them

Is indifferent towards Shannon & jo

she gets jo confused with lily from season 3 when they both pop up on her explore feed. Again she doesn’t know why insta feels the need to show her other people’s lives if she’s not following them in the first place?

Doesn’t follow people back unless she’s got a strong platonic connection with you

Has lunch & dinner dates with her dad since he resides in England as well

She believes her parents marriage is a reflection on her non-existent/small percentage of relationships

They live in two different countries and they’ve been married for 15 years & still seem to be in love...hey whatever works! It works for Dolly Parton & her husband although they live in the same house? I think

On the outside it seems like she has a cold heart and many around her have told her mainly her sibs but she doesn’t believe that’s completely true

She has feelings!

If she was truly cold hearted, she wouldn’t have any remorse for the bad she’s done or wouldn’t be fighting for those who deserve it right?

Cap sun + Scorpio moon + sag rising

Thinks Mena Massoud, Rami Malek, Ben Hardy, Rahul Kohli, Kurt Cobain, Manish Dayal, Janel Parrish, Charles Melton, Manny Jacinto, Miguel Gomez, & Clayton Cardenas are all nice to look at

Listens to: Yuna, Aly & AJ, Pip Millett, Jaz Kris, Sinhead Harnett, Iyamah, James Vickery, Maluma, Kanye West, emotional oranges, & Jimmie allen

Anthem? Hope Tala — All My girls like to fight