#i know nothing about horses so have some smut hahaha

[archangeldyke-all]

Did someone say cowboy Sevika?

Absolutely delicious, I have thoughts.

Theres the classic off limits farmer’s daughter dynamic, which is to die for every time, but I thought what about a farmer’s widow? All lonesome on her big empty property, she hires Sevika for some extra help and then the tension is off the charts!! I think it would be ideal for a long, slow burn style fic. Draw it out, make them drool over each other for a bit til they can’t take it anymore

For a blurb idea what about Cowboy Sevika teaching the reader to ride a horse? It could be cute and flirty or it could get nasty lol whatever you’re in the mood to write!

Also let’s take a moment to imagine her tying those fancy cowboy knots. Rope steady in her big rough hands. She’s stripped down to her used to be white tank top, you can see her muscles flexing while she pulls it taught. She’d be all sweaty and you innocently walk over to her, pluck her bandanna out of her pocket, and dab away the droplets on her forehead. You tuck it gently back into the front pocket of her tight, dirt stained jeans and saunter away so sweetly. She’d want to chase you down like a wild animal in heat after that

the last paragraph here made me dizzy. thank u.

ur the second person to request a 'teaching reader how to ride horseback', mars, @sexysapphicshopowner , being the first! so lets do that ;)

part 1 of cowboy sev here, part 2 here!

men and minors dni

you're now the only one in your little mis-matched family who doesn't know how to ride horseback.

sevika's been riding since before she could even properly walk. powder took to it like a fish to water. violet was a little more hesitant, but figured it out in time. and now all three of them are trying to convince you to learn.

you've never needed it. you were born and raised in this town, everything you need is within a mile's walking distance. but, they're insistent.

you've ridden horseback before, clinging onto sevika as she controls shimmer's pace, but you've never been in control of the reigns. it seems scary, being that high up, going that fast, the only person keeping you from going flying off shimmer's back being yourself.

and now, sevika's got you in the stable, grinning at you as you hesitantly look at shimmer. powder and violet have been asleep for hours, exhausted after working in the garden all day with you.

"can we just go for a quick trot with you in front?" you ask, pouting at your wife. she laughs. "just so i can see you do it!" you insist. she rolls her eyes, then lifts you up by the waist, helping you straddle shimmer's back, before hopping up in front of you.

you press your grin against her shoulder, quickly wrapping your arms around her waist. she laughs in front of you, giving shimmer a little tap with her spur, the mare slowly trotting out onto the main street.

"you're such a baby." sevika teases. you pinch her side, watching her wiggle.

"i'm just lucky. got a wife who knows how to ride so i never had to learn." you say. you can't see her smile, but you can tell she's grinning in front of you.

sevika slowly walks shimmer down the main street, picking her pace up to a cantor when you get out of town.

the three of you ride out into the desert, and you tilt your head up to soak in the sight of the stars above, sighing as the wind whips past you.

"you're not even lookin' at what i'm doing." sevika laughs ahead of you. you giggle.

"stars 're so pretty sev. look." you say.

sevika brings shimmer to a stop, tilting her head up to look at the stars with you.

"hm." she says. you squeeze her waist.

"what?" you ask, enjoying the heat of her back pressed against your front.

"they're pretty, i guess. nowhere near 's pretty as you." she says. you grin.

"sap." you say.

it's summer, but this late at night, the desert is chilly. you sneak your cold fingers up under sevika's shirt, watching her jump, then giggling when she elbows you. you don't move your hands. she doesn't ask you to.

for a few minutes, the two of you just stare at the sky, the vast expanse of stars and planets before your eyes.

it's a new moon, and without her shine, all the stars in the galaxy are visible.

shimmer shifts beneath you, and sevika laughs.

"she hates waitin' around." she says. you smile.

"just like you." you say. sevika laughs, nudging shimmer's side, letting her trot around the empty expanse of the desert.

you hook your chin over her shoulder, watching how her hands hold the reins, how she uses them to gently guide shimmer to and fro.

beneath your fingers, you can feel her belly rise and fall with each breath she takes. a smile ticks up at the corner of your mouth, and you turn your head to press a kiss to sevika's neck.

she goes stiff in your arms.

"what're you doin'?" she asks. you smile against her throat.

"'m watchin' you." you say. "learnin' how to ride."

"you don't need any help learning how to ride." sevika says. you laugh at her horrible joke, pinching her waist. she chuckles.

"speaking of..." you start. sevika snorts in front of you.

"yeah, darlin'?" she asks. you nip her neck.

as much as you both love powder and violet, their abrupt entrance into your lives has left your sex life in shambles.

it's not like you're not having sex. it's just that you can't have it like you used to.

when you used to spend any spare moment the two of you had sprawled out in bed, naked and sweaty and kissing, now you gotta keep your romps quick, lest the girls get in trouble while they're unsupervised.

plus, with the nightmares that violet's been having, paired with powder's separation anxiety toward her sister, a majority of your nights as of late have ended with the four of you piled up in your-- used to be-- marital bed.

you've just had to get a little more creative. you and sevika have been doing a whole lot of 'chores' in the stable, trying to avoid shimmer's judgmental eyes as you fuck against the haybales.

and now... out in the desert, with sevika pressed against you and nobody out here beside you, your wife, and the stars... now seems like the perfect opportunity to get creative.

slowly, you inch your hands down sevika's abdomen, taking a moment to admire the firmness of her rippling abs shifting with each step shimmer takes. she chuckles huskily in front of you, and you begin sucking a hickey against her neck.

"insatiable." she says. "'y had me this morning while we were 'pinning the laundry to dry'." you hum.

"want me to stop?" you ask. she laughs out loud, a bright, echoing thing.

"hell no." she says. you grin, and continue trailing your fingers lower, fiddling with the button of her chaps.

shimmer continues her aimless trot, slowing occasionally to munch at spare patches of grass, knowing that you and sevika are in no rush to get anywhere.

when you slide your hand down her pants, she sighs, leaning some of her weight back against your chest. you pepper kisses against the side of her face, trying to give every branch of the scar on her left cheek a solid smooch. she giggles against you, then moans when your fingers start working against her clit.

"you're wet already." you mumble against her. she hums.

"knew this is what you were workin' up to the second you asked me to ride in front first." she says. you chuckle. "i'm never gonna get you to learn to ride, am i?" she asks.

"mmm, maybe someday. don't need it now, though, do i?" you ask. "not when i've got you." you say.

sevika sighs and turns her head to capture your lips in a kiss against hers. you hum against her mouth, nipping her lip as you start rubbing her clit in slow circles.

"fuck." she sighs, turning her neck back around to watch where shimmer's going. "i love you." she whispers. you smile and nip her neck.

"love you too." you say, trailing your free hand up her chest to fondle her breasts.

sevika's tits are sensitive, you've made her cum from your hands and mouth on her chest countless times before. she shudders against you, her back arching as she shoves her chest further against your hand. you snicker, and start to gently fiddle with her nipple.

"fuck-- your hands." she says.

"'s kinda what you're doin' now, baby." you tease. sevika snorts, but it quickly dissolves into a moan as you increase your pace on her clit, sinking your teeth into her neck as you pinch her nipple.

"y-you're horrible." she chastises you for the joke. you giggle against her.

"you close?" you ask. she laughs.

"yeah." she says.

shimmer lets out a sneeze-- clearly disapproving of the activities happening on her back, and you giggle.

"she's sick of us." you say. sevika sighs.

"she, fuck, she's so judgmental." sevika whimpers.

"should be gettin' back soon. 's almost midnight-- violet's gonna have her nightmare soon, we should be there when the girls come lookin' for us.' you say.

"fuck, can we please not talk about the kids while you got your hand on my cunt?" she asks. despite her complaints, sevika tugs on shimmer's reins, turning her back toward town as you work your hand against her.

"y' better hurry up. we're only a few minutes away from town." you say. sevika groans. "need some encouragement?" you whisper against her ear. she shivers, and you smirk.

"shut up." she whispers. you grin, knowing that sevika's 'shut up's tend to mean 'keep talking.' especially in the bedroom.

"you sure? y' don't want me to tell me how much i love you? how perfect you are for me?" you tease. sevika's thigh shakes against shimmer.

"fuck."

"my cowboy. my wife. so strong and handsome, givin' up her life of crime just for me. gotta compensate that kinda sacrifice properly, don't i?" you ask. sevika whines. "fuck, 'n you look so good when you're on shimmer's back. why would i wanna learn to ride when i could just watch you instead, hm?" you ask.

sevika lets go of the reins with one hand to grip onto your arm. you kiss her cheek.

"cum for me, pretty thing. if you're lucky, maybe i'll wake you up before sunrise to help me 'feed the chickens.'" you say. sevika whines, remembering the last time the two of you used that excuse-- you ended up with sevika's tongue inside of you, your back against the coop as she knelt on the shitty ground, clawing at your thighs. "c'mon sev-- give it to me, baby."

sevika cums with a resounding "shit!" shimmer spooks a bit, jumping and bucking beneath you, and you both squeal as you hold on to the mare while she calms down.

sevika's cunt is still fluttering beneath your palm as she pulls on shimmer's reins to bring her back to a walk as the shimmering lights of town become visible ahead. you hum against her, ducking your fingers down to gather her cum from her dripping hole, before pulling your hand out of her pants and popping your fingers in your mouth.

you moan. sevika moans. shimmer grunts, a disgusted little noise.

"fuck." sevika sighs out, her back slumping against your chest. you giggle, removing your hand from her tits to button up her pants, before giving her cunt a little pat over her chaps. she jolts. "hey!" she says, giggling. you grin against her neck, pressing another kiss to the skin beneath your lips.

just before shimmer starts down main street, sevika pulls her to a stop with a "woah, girl."

you're about to ask her what she's doing-- the tavern about two hundred feet away, but sevika answers your question before you can get it out when she turns her head, grabbing your chin with her fingers and smashing your lips together.

you sigh against her mouth, nipping on her tongue when she swipes it against your lips, giggling at the little involuntary twitch of her thigh.

she pulls away with a sigh, looking into your eyes dreamily.

"i love you more than there are stars in the sky, darlin'." she says. you smile against her lips.

"i love you too, my sweet wife." you say, reaching forward to snap shimmer's reins, letting the horse lead the two of you back home. sevika raises an eyebrow at you and you smile. "see, i did learn a little somethin'." you say.

sevika laughs.

"guess i gotta take you out for ridin' lessons every night, huh?" she asks. you grin.

"i wouldn't mind that at all."

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[deliciousangelfestival]

Wicked Romance

Chapter 3

Character : Mob!Steve Rogers x Retired Assassin Female Reader

Summary : Steve was hoping to meet the right one until he met her. But is he ready to be with her? He thought his life already dark because of his job. He wouldn’t able to find a woman that strong enough to face the hardship to stand beside him. Turn out his life is nothing compared to her. 

Warning : No smuts, since I don’t know how to write it. Peace y’all. 

Today (Y/N) drive Peter to his workplace; the business still close, but Wanda wants him to come to discuss which recipe they should use for the grand re-opening.

Usually, Peter use his bike to go to work. But (Y/N) offers to use her car since she’s also going out.

Peter notices a big back on her backseat. “Where are you going?”

“My friend needs my help.”

“Hmm.” He was silent if (Y/N) mention ‘help’ means including guns, explosions, and deadly battle.

“Who’s your friend?”

(Y/N) felt nervous, she bit her lips. “John Wick…??” She answered him with questions because she knew he doesn’t like it when dealing with underworld stuff.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

She felt nervous because he became quiet. “Are you mad? Don’t worry Bambi, I’ll be back before you know it.”

She glanced a bit to see his reaction wondering if he’s mad. Well, she’s right cause Peter’s head is looking out his window and he already put on his earphones. (Y/N) sighed inwardly, she couldn't help it when her former comrade asked for her help.

Their ride was silent until her car stopped at Peter's destination. From her view, she could see the restaurant almost done with the renovation. The worker put in new furniture and chandeliers.

“Have a good day Peter.” (Y/N) rests her on the steering wheels; she smiles sweetly at Peter, but he still give her a cold shoulder.

She doesn’t like it when he ignores her, so when he gets out of the car and closes the door, (Y/N) open the car window and screams, "Bye, I love you!!!"

Honestly, he didn’t play any song to his ears; he only put it on just for show because it’s too early to argue with (Y/N). How shocked he was when he heard her sudden shout. 

Peter was embarrassed because there are many people in front of the store and pedestrians right now. All eyes and giggle are directed to him; he pulled down the hoodie to hide his face.

(Y/N) giggled like a maniac, she shouted again, “Peter, I won’t go until you say it back!!”

Peter huffed before turning around and ran to the car again. “Love you too, don’t get killed and don’t ruin your new carpet with blood this time.” After he said that, he ran into the building. He wishes he could dig a hole and hide right now.

(Y/N) feels satisfied after knowing he’s talking to her again. She drove the car, heading to her battleground.

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When Peter stepped inside, he saw his colleague chuckled when they looked at him. He tries to act cool and walks towards Wanda table.

Peter felt a big shadow covering him; it made him stop walking. He glanced through his shoulder and saw his boss, Sam, Steve, and Bucky, looking at him with a weird smile.

“Ehm, can I help you sir?” Peter's shoulder became tense; he has never been this close with them.

Bucky put his arms around Peter’s shoulder. “Have you had breakfast Peter?”

“Yea… Waiitt….” Before Peter could finish his answer, Bucky carried his body like a potato sack.

Peter doesn’t understand why he got treated like this. They enter the private room that is only reserved for the elite patron.

Bucky drops Peter to the seat while Sam offers the kid an apple juice. Steve is standing in front of him.

“That was a nice car Peter.”

A light bulb appears in front of Peter; he could figure out what they will ask him about (Y/N).

Peter is right; three of them are curious even before they heard a woman shout towards Peter.

Why?

Because of the car.

Today (Y/N) drove using her car of the day, which is a Lamborghini Aventador.

Even the sound of the car engine made everyone turn their head to see it—no exception for Steve, Bucky, and Sam.

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Before Peter arrived.

Steve, Bucky and Sam, are already at the restaurant to supervise the working progress. They were heading out after making sure everything was fine until they heard a loud engine sound.

How surprised they were when they saw Peter step out from the car. Steve could see it was a woman who drove the car.

“Hmm, Peter usually drove a bike here.” Said Pietro, who joined them.

“He acts like a poor kid turned out he’s rich.”

They are still looking outside, trying to see who the driver is. Lucky for them the car window rolled down.

Steve almost popped out his eyes when he saw the woman he was longing to meet is the car owner.

“Hmm is that Miss Lilly?” Pietro recognised his favourite customer. His hunch was correct all this time; Peter and she knew each other.

“Bye, I love you!!!”

The adult male gasped when they heard her shout towards Peter.

“Oh my god, Peter is a sugar baby and Miss Lily is his sugar mama.” Pietro gasped.

Steve knocked the bartender's head lightly. “Go help your sister.” Pietro rolled his eyes and left to help Wanda.

Bucky looked at Steve, who had a jealous expression on his face. “Ask the kid.” He knew his friend had been looking for the mysterious girl for weeks, but they found nothing. It turns out the one who gives them the information is here.

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“Thank you, it belongs to my sister.”

How relieved Steve was when the word ‘sister’ came out of Peter's mouth.

"You never mention you have older siblings. "

"Step sibling actually."

"Hmm."

"So her name is Lily Parker?" Bucky opened his notebook and put her name in the database. He thought they could find something, but they didn't.

Peter raised his eyebrow.

"Come on Peter, you know what we do. Our boss here is interested in your older sister."

“We didn’t share a last name. Her name is Lily Belcher.”

Bucky immediately types the last name. He smiled after they finally found what they’re looking “Steve, come and take a look at this.”

Steve looks at the screen; he could see her occupation as Special Project Analyst, skills in archery, karate, and Muay Thai.

“In which industries she’s working?” Steve asked Peter.

“Automotive.”

Steve can’t be fooled; this is must be fake info of her. There’s no way an analyst hide a dagger under her dress. There’s a lot of question in his head right now, but he needs to wait until everything is ready.

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Peter and others are having lunch together until Vision turn up the TV volume. Usually, they let it on without any voice. But today, breaking news is different because they could see a camera moving and show Brock and his lackey are asleep on the plane runway.

“Today in the middle of the city, there’s a guy riding a horse and shooting a certain group and some witnesses said a female helping him. Then a private jet that belongs to Mr Rumlow got stolen by them. The culprit put the passenger to sleep as you can see.”

The big bosses are laughing out loud in the office; they could hear it from outside.

“Hahaha, who is this guy? Who ever did this to Brock, I owe him a drink.” Bucky has the loudest laugh. 

While they were laughing, Peter almost choked to death. He was drinking water when he heard the news—only one brave enough to steal in daylight.

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Inside the stolen private jet, a woman treats a wounded male with blood everywhere on his body.

“Does it really necessary to steal from him? There’s a lot of empy jet that we could use.” John Wick is lying on the small couch while closing his eyes because (Y/N) stitching his open injury.

(Y/N) answer while trying to finish her job. “That guys annoyed me, because of him my tea time got ruined.”

John chuckled, hearing her childish reason. “Remind me not to get on your bad side (Y/N).”

Another day, 

Another challenge.

Finally, Steve business re-opened again. He and his friends are welcoming their guest together. But secretly, he’s nervous, thinking if she will come or not. He kept dreaming about her.

“Punk, your girl is here.” Bucky alerts his friend.

Steve turns his head to the entrance. He became dumbfounded at one moment when he saw her step into the building. She was beautiful, and when not smiling, she looked more dazzling, her presence hypnotising her spectators.

“Great party Rogers.” (Y/N) compliment the host party while handed him liquor as a gift.

Steve was surprised when she gave him a gift. “You don’t have too.” He prepared to decline in the polite matter, but Pietro grabs the bottle.

“The Dalmore 62??!!” He almost screamed when he saw the label. Because of his job, he knew a lot of expensive liquor. The one he’s holding is costly. Even with his salary, there’s no way he could buy this drink.

“Thank you Miss Lily.” Pietro looks at Steve with a big smile. “I’ll put this into your collection boss.”

Steve rolled his eyes to his childish bartender, he felt annoyed, but he became less tense when he heard her giggle. He ordered a drink from Pietro assistant for both of them.

The beautiful couple talks like it’s only them who inside the room.

"Lily Belcher is not your real name right?" Steve twirl the whiskey glass in his hand.

"Maybe, why do you think that?"

"Can I know your real name?"

"What are you gonna do about it?"

Steve smirked; he lowered his head to get closer to her ear and whispered something that made her giggle.

"That sounds fun."

"How about a bet? If you win I will tell you my real name."

"But if you win?"

"I'll get free food everytime I come here."

Steve chuckled, then he let out a big laugh. He never thought a girl like her would ask this from him. Somewhat refreshing actually; well, he won't mind if he lost because he could see her every time she came here.

"Deal."

Steve hug her waist intimately. "What exactly is the challenge?"

"How many spies we could find in your party."

Steve looked at her face with a big question mark.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and act playfully in front of him. "Ah, come on Steve I know this grand party also a silent announcement that this place is neutral. Like where the law enforcement and mobsters could enjoy their drink and food together."

Steve was impressed with her judgment.

"My guts tell me you already figure who it is."

She tapped her lips"Yeah, not the police cause they don't want to deal with mobster. My guess is…" She whispers to him, "C.I.A."

Steve gripped his wine glass; he felt annoyed he got an uninvited guest tonight.

"They won't target you tonight. I assure that."

"I fell safe already cause an angel like you guarding me." Steve responded.

(Y/N) laugh bitterly that's what man calls her like love, baby, and another sweet nickname, but after they break up, she gets called bitch, or satan.

"Who could figure who the spies the most won."

"Deal."

(Y/n) is walking away from Steve, but he holds her waist. "Let's do it together." Since he doesn't want to let her wander around, other males will try to flirt with her. Nope, not on his watch.

“I forgot to tell you, there’s a time limit.” (Y/N) move away from his embrace; she taps her watch. “We have 30 minutes. Time is ticking Rogers.”

Steve’s hand felt empty when she stepped away, but he more determined to finish their bet. "Okay."

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Bucky, Sam, are looking at Steve, who acts like a lovesick puppy. They could tolerate Steve for leaving them to attend to their guest. Since the main reason for today party is to impress her. It seems like the plan is a success. Steve and she are inseparable.

Sarah and Joseph Rogers enter the party together. Usually, Steve would welcome them immediately, but they didn’t see a glimpse of their son.

Sarah approach her son best friend to ask, “Where’s Steve?”

Bucky smiled at her. “He’s with a special guest tonight.”

Joseph smirked since he understands what Bucky just said: “I would like to meet her.”

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(Y/N) use her skill to seduce the spies; most of them were unprepared for a beautiful lady like her to approach them. They are here to get information. Her method was quiet; she put sleeping pills into their drinks. One by one, the spies excuse themselves to the bathroom to wash their face. That’s where (Y/N) knocked them down.

While Steve uses his status as the host party. He is a proper host; he gave a warm welcome to the spies. The spies knew they are done. They want to refute, but they are already in the wrong since they fake the invitation. Steve is considerate and doesn’t want to make a scene asking them to go back to their car.

When Steve walks behind the spies, he sees her already standing leaning to the car.

“20 minutes, not bad. How many that you found?”

“Three.” Her finger pointed to the three male who fell asleep.

Steve smirked. “Four.”

“No way.”

“Look like I won.”

(Y/N) clicked her tongue. “How?”

“I have the upper hand from the beginning since I’m the owner. I knew who the guests were and the people who work under me.”

“Ah, I haven’t checked the kitchen. My dress-code won’t allow me to enter.”

Steve nodded. “There’s one waiter who I've never seen before, he works alongside Pietro, your favourite bartender.”

The spies felt like a light bulb for the couple; they excuse themselves quietly by dragging their team, who fell asleep, back into their car and drive away. They bet the couple doesn’t notice nor seem to care about their presence. It’s uncomfortable watching the mob boss flirting.

They were right; the couple doesn’t care at all. They went back to the building where Steve takes her to the terrace; he already arranged it to be beautiful; he requests to make the light illuminate the flower perfectly.

“So my mysterious guest would you tell me your name?”

Under the light, Steve saw her beautiful smile “(Y/N) Parker. I’m pretty sure you already know about me and Peter.”

Steve nodded. “He’s lucky to have a beautiful sister like you and your name sounds perfect to my ear.”

He put his arm around her waist and leaned his head near her ear. She could feel his breath kinda tickle her neck. “(Y/N), what kind of reward will you give me since I successfully redecorated this place and won the bet today?”

She always likes a straightforward person like Steve. She doesn’t mind his aggressive touch. This time it (Y/N) turns to whisper in his ear. What she said almost made Steve’s leg become jelly. If he didn’t maintain his self-esteem, he would lose at this moment.

“Oh, I’m sorry I thought this place is empty.” A guest interrupted. 

Steve sighed; another one tries to disturb their private moment. He asked her if she wants to come to his house, to which she immediately agreed.

“Not saying goodbye to your brother?”

(Y/N) doesn’t worried about Peter since she taught him lethal self-defence. There’s a lot of sharp weapons if someone tries to hurt him. “He’s fine.”

Both of them get into the car; Steve drives back to his place.

When they headed to their destination, they got attacked again. (Y/N) and Steve’s make-out session got disturbed.

‘BANG’

Both of them knew it’s a bullet that hit Steve’s car. He already prepared for this kind of attack, all of his car already modified with bulletproof.

Guess who? Brock, he’s made a fuss since he didn’t get the invitation.

Steve felt guilty looking at his date, but his worries are all gone when he saw her look excited.

“Keep driving.”

“What?”

(Y/N) hand move to touch Steve blazer that made him shocked because of her hand touching his abs.

“(Y/N) now is not the time.” Steve hold his breath.

(Y/N) she laughed because Steve seemed misunderstood; she didn’t say anything that made him more frustrated. If the situation is different, he wouldn’t mind.

Her finger found Steve’s gun that attached to his belt. “I’m going to borrow this for a moment.”

“That’s dangerous, let’s stop here.”

Before he stops the car, (Y/N) opens the window; her body still stays on the seat; she puts out her right that holds the gun. She saw her target through the car window.

“Drive to the left a little bit Steve.”

“What?”

“Now.”

Steve does as she told. It gave her a clear shot at Brock's car.

‘BOOM.’

Steve gasped, his head kept turning back, looking at the scene; with just one shot Brock’s car tire got shot that made them lose control and hit the concrete barrier.

He finally able to stop his car. “That was a big crash.”

(Y/N) felt proud with just one bullet, she able to ruin the car chase. “If they die, that’s on them.”

“You’re amazing.” Steve grabbed her cheeks and brought her head closer to him so he could kiss her. It’s been a long time since he gets excited like this.

‘I never met a woman like you.’ 

They only been together for hours but Steve already felt the connection. And tonight even though there’s a lot of distraction, he could be himself when she stay beside him. 

He hope she would be the last one. 

So they drive back to his place and do the deeds. 

(BANG! BANG! BANG!)

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While the couple is enjoying their intimate moment, the atmosphere quite different in C.I.A HQ.

‘THUD’ The sound of a pile of document being smashed to the table made the people who stand fidget a bit. They put their head down since they too scared looking at their boss.

“DAMN IT!!!”

“It was perfect, but all of you failed the mission. How?”

The person who just punched the table and screamed at her subordinate is Peggy Carter, also Steve ex-girlfriend. They were together in the military, but they broke up after Steve decided to work with his father.

She is pissed that her plan to get her people to be the informant for the mob, using the party tonight, has failed.

C.I.A has trying to get dirt from Steve group; they even use Peggy to fool Steve since they had a history together. Peggy uses this mission to make Steve quit being a mobster boss, but it’s such a difficult task to change his mind. Her mission was failed when Natasha found out.

Peggy knew she’s finished when Natasha confronted her.

Her betrayal hurt Steve, and he banned her from stepping into his territory.

“Who found you?”

“The big boss.”

“Argh, that even worse.”

“And there’s one more that is helping him. She’s the one who put the other three to sleep.”

“She?” Peggy raised her eyebrows.

“Yeah and a pretty one. This is the first time we've seen her with Rogers.”

“Have you found out who it is?”

“We use facial recognition, her name is Lilly Belcher.” One of the agents gives her a document.

She read the file “She looks innocent to be with Steve.”

‘and beautiful’

Peggy clenched her fist when she looked at the photo. The break-up left bitterness in her heart. From the story, she heard from her agents, seems like this woman is strong and doesn't mind playing along with Steve. The totally opposite of their relationship.

'Perhaps he found his right partner.'

Peggy doesn't like that idea “I won’t let you have a happy ending Steve.”

>>>CHAPTER 4 IS HERE.

A/N: uUHH... Steve has a bitter ex. 

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Witcher Of The Night (Chapter 10.1)

THIS IS MODERN ERA READER WHO WOKE UP IN THE DIMENSION OF THE WITCHER. 

WITCHER OF THE NIGHT MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 10

Characters: Geralt of Rivia x small!Naive!Reader

Summary: You’ve woken up after the possession without remembering how it went, nor did you remember yourself confessing for the witcher. Three wishes were said with an comfortable feeling that seemed irresistible for you and for the white wolf himself too; leading into having renowned stress and frustration for Geralt with tensions that seemed to be carnal deep inside. 

Warnings: Sexual tension. Frustration from both. Reader being one naughty woman for some bum staring and keeps on bothering a sleeping Geralt. Soft, soft, soft, Geralt of Rivia. Anxiety filled reader. Captain America is mentioned.

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A/N: Smut will be up soon. (Maybe around chapter 14-16) There will be! Patience is a virtue, bb’s! Also, this is one of my favorite chapters that I’ve written! Heehee! I hope you’ll love it! 💖

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After the aberrant incident with your Djinn, you'd happen to wake up in the arms of the witcher. Geralt didn't know what happened; nor does he have any as to what explanations can be said. Nobody knew your wishes, not even yourself as you woke up sitting on a saddle; with Geralt's arms surrounding you in a warmth that tells you he was protecting the person in front of him; which was you.

He'd deeply pondered about it as the gang hiked back towards their path going home. What was the reason that you've been possessed by some sort of pneuma? Better yet, what have you really wished for?

All he remembered was your ebony eyes that consumed you from that time being. Though, drinking black blood was ticked off the list because he never even gave you the opportunity to try it nor is it possible for your tiny frame to take the elixir with no immunity like his.

You were definitely possessed; but then it left once you'd given him a barf of black smoke as explained by the bard who saw everything before his eyes.

He wasn't sure of it, but he couldn't be steadfast that the spirit wasn't in your body anymore; keeping you as a host. Though, the bard's explanations interprets that you've given the spirit to him.

Geralt would rather much prefer that than for you to painstakingly have it.

Hence, there was still a lot of questions especially that you woke up like finding a djinn never happened. Those words that was whispered out of your lips sounding like Elder speech.

He'd only understood the first word you've said which was 'Cáerme,'.

It meant Destiny. The word he hated the most.

The latter shouldn't have searched for the Djinn in the first place and just chose the latter option, but he just had to be so stubborn for wanting to flip the bird back at destiny who was trying to play him like a puppet and also at Durriken who began to spat shit back in the Tavern.

"Geralt," Jaskier extolled as the witcher walked Roach out of the forest. The way his pitch turned higher; sounding so mesmerized by the image he was seeing. The vast meadow sitting before him as a petite stone house castle appeared before them. Their wooden cavern long gone as another house has been magically changed; a stone house that probably had a second floor and rooms to provide for the whole family.

The bard gasped and stood in the middle of the field, his eyes shimmering in delight as he loomed before the new house; arms all wide as he exclaimed, "THIS IS SPLENDID! A MIRACLE, INDEED! What did she even wished for?!"

You were oddly silent. For Geralt, it was strange as he'd noticed that the first thing you've asked when you woke up in his arms was 'what happened?' as your eyes were weary and somehow filled with fatigue.

Your quietness was disturbing him to the fullest because he was fond of how you were always asking stuff whenever you see something uncanny in the midst of trailing down the path; which your naivety and curiosity lead to having a Hirikka living in his home. But, now; you were just staring out of nowhere as you sat on the saddle.

All your energy has just been taken from you when you've woken up in wonder; leaving you drained.

"What did you wish for, midget?" Geralt asked out of nowhere as he yanked on Roach's reigns as the horse galloped forward, towards an unspecified small, stone castle that you weren't accustomed with.

You've cocked your head to the side, squinting your eyes back at the larger house sitting in front of you and at the question that the witcher has asked, "What? I haven't yet. We were about to go to the swamps, remember?"

It was a sapped response that made the witcher hum in wonderment; shrugging to himself as the horse maneuvered to the side of the house to see that he'd still acquired his stable but not made of wood; but made in stones.

The house totally looked sumptuous to Geralt's surprise. He was used to the penurious looking stuff, but not the lavish life. He'd been sleeping in brothels before, had no home and friends other than his horses. Yet, life seemed like surprise him to the fullest.

"You've already made your wishes and we have already went to the lake," the witcher surly grumbled, his voice vibrating against his chest as you could hear the cavernous timbre that surely always does give you a touch to the spine.

Howbeit, once you've heard the velveteen gradient passing through; the effect was rather much profound. Kindling with the sparks that seemed to give your spine a shiver.

Totally bewildering, overwhelming and suddenly pleasurable.

"I...didn't? What are you saying?" you softly chided as your body went stiff by the patent purl of his effect on you. The witcher detected your body turning rigid like you've been shot to the head; yet he paid no thorough heed to it as he thought you've just shivered from the benumbing breeze of the night.

You've felt shifting from behind and noticed Geralt who'd gotten to jump off his horse first. No movements were made other than you who was stupefied at whatever stupendous feeling you were having. Beseeching peepers peering down at the witcher who had his beautiful amber eyes on you; silently watching like a hawk with his expression stoic but somewhat pliable that only you had the liberty to.

Very weird indeed.

"Jump." the witcher ordered, his voice sending more overwhelming ripples of shivers that made you subtly shake your head but it was noticed by Geralt as his mouth formed a firm, thin line; eyebrows slightly creased together from the reaction he got.

You timidly hauled your leg off his horse. The witcher's robust fingers spontaneously grabbing onto your hip before you could even jump then fall to the ground; like an instinctive reflex coming from the man himself, carrying you down with no effort. You were gently placed to the ground with much caution.

The wavelet of pleasurable specter traveled through every parts of your body, involuntary stepping an inch away from the latter which has made his hands stay where they have been, cocking his head to the side as he blinked in confusion.

He stared at his fingers far too long; seeming to be feeling what you were also feeling as of the moment. But, he never planned to tell; thinking that it was just probably the side effects of what has happened prior to the Djinn incident that has occured.

"Ughm," your heart was beating fast, giving you an unrewarding feeling when you've subtly moved away from the witcher; your actions never liking what it did when you've felt weight laid upon your chest, making you want to groan out loud in ire, "T-Thanks,"

Geralt could only raise a brow in silence from your reflexes; a weird abrupt feeling of frustration spreading through his chest but he paid no regard as he wanted something he couldn't quite understand.

The witcher was the first to leave, his mouth in a small frown by whatever was irritating him. You tailed behind Geralt stepping foot on their door step with quick marches. From the moment you've thrown yourself in the space of their new humble abode, you were awestruck as you've scanned the whole place with stupefaction.

The interior design of the whole house was in cardinal and wood brown, floor in stones. Geralt stood in the middle of a rather medium sized living room, thoroughly inspecting the place with his scrutinizing amber eyes with Jaskier, Cirilla and Kolby entirely delighted by the miracle that has been given.

You've stood behind Geralt, his Herculean back shown to you as you were staring at it far too long. A sudden thought for wanting to see his body bare which earned a mental slap for your untamed brain.

What were you just thinking right now?

The brooding witcher puttered an exquisite groan to himself, a phantom of satisfying prickle of your stomach giving your insides a warmth that seemed to slowly become insufferable as he'd turned around to meet your doe-eyes; guilelessly peering up at the witcher who was all colossal and strong.

"Tell me your wishes---" he firmly started, roughly spitting out his demands when Geralt met your vindicated gaze that could get him antsy. But, now he was just beyond feeling irked. His gaze simply falling on your lips that held nothing but kindness; those lips that he suddenly wanted to savor all night long.

What was wrong with you both?

Geralt exhaled a calm breath; tightly gritting his teeth as he sharply snapped his eyes away from your vermillion, "---right now. If I were the Djinn,"

Kolby was yelping in the background in his own way; the Hirikka way. Albeit, Jaskier was trying to avoid the harmless monster as it was trying to stand in his path, asking for something from the bard, "No! Bad Hirikka! Stay away!"

You've given the witcher a look of peculiarity; studying how rigid his stance was before you. Eyes closed and seeming to be breathing deeply. The latter couldn't help but take note of how unyielding your scent have been, a sudden feeling that he couldn't withstand and just want to bury his nose in the crook of your neck.

It made Geralt hum a dangerous and displeased short-lived grumble deep inside his chest.

Lemon with a hint of peony. His new favorite scent since the moment you came running off the forest.

"Why---"

The witcher has sharply cut you off out of the blue, jaw clenching as he'd fluttered his eyes for you to see; piercing, obscure and penetrating. "Just tell me, midget."

Those eyes seem to always take your breath away; maybe even your soul as well because of those lascivious thoughts whispering inside your head; scorching your spirit to the fire wanting to be flamed.

"A..A bigger, better house for your family," you hesitantly murmured, soft and quietly which made Geralt's eyebrows twitch. The sound was delicate and utter convincing for him with a perilous want to satiate.

The type of satiation that he wanted to covet; all night long.

It was definitely sudden and treacherous.

Jaskier gave you both a once over across the kitchen, eyes bulging out of its sockets when he'd noticed it was bigger than what they had before; more comfortable and homey. Kolby was trailing behind the bard like he was his shadow which was still being ignored by the lean man himself, "Which explains why we have a small castle house right now, thank you very much, small rat! I can now bathe without Roach staring like he wants me to breed him,"

Jaskier's laugh was loudly resonating around the house which accompanied with the silence you were having with Geralt. One thud and you've noticed the witcher came closer, glowing amber eyes solely on your small frame as he continued his interrogation, "And the second?"

"Enough...food and clothes for everyone,"

Jaskier has seen a basket full of apples, oranges, grapes and everything you can ever wish for. His face twisting in oddity when he'd given the basket of apples to the Hirikka who'd devour it like he has been famished. The bard continued to listen, hearing Cirilla's loud stomps of excitement coming down the stairs of their new two-storey stone house, "Kolby is certainly loving it," he cajoled, stepping away from the Hirikka with a cringe on his face before looking at the princess who was now twirling around with a new pretty yellow gown that she held to herself; a huge beam on her face, "---Also, Cirilla."

You've stayed rooted on the ground, accepting the witcher's presence like it wasn't giving you the shivers and a weirdly palpable desire for wanting him close. Closer than you can ever imagine. Geralt also wanted you nearer, maybe even more. A lot more. Your irresistible scent clouding his mind as he'd taken several steps closer, your scent crashing his palates like a damn delicious snack he'd wish to devour.

The latter lowly whispered crude profanities to himself when the 'want' was starting to get to him. It wasn't like this before; the cravings and utter such. Only for tonight. He ceased his steps once he was an inch away from your feet, looming before you like a skyscraper as you've felt the heat of his stare totally irresistible as time goes by.

It was creating an enigma for your silent mental thinking; heedful of keeping your thoughts in a haywire.

"The last one?" It was a mere grumble, a volume that only you could hear as you were thoroughly enchanted by those amber eyes trying to burn your vindicated soul.

"The happiness of all, especially...yours," your heart was running a mile as you were consumed by the fire in his eyes. You softly stuttered with utmost sincerity. Never wanting the overwhelming sensation to go away as he was now closer; seeming that your desire to touch him was turning deep-seated.

You wanted to touch his face. Badly. The warm feeling threatening you to do it.

But, it seemed like the witcher was also feeling the same way and was somehow more immune to the irresistible repulsion. You've seen his eyes faltering, changing into a look of frustration, anger and depletion as he snapped his head away from you. The veins to his temples throbbing as deeply growled to himself; fighting off something he was feeling that you couldn't decipher.

Then, it was like he'd broken the spell as he abruptly shifted away from you; shaking his head. The overwhelming sensation changing into dismay and pain. His reaction sparking you to feel downhearted. Shouldn't he be happy that you wished for his happiness as well?

You've blinked back at the witcher with a frown, the way his eyes shun away kept your heart at bay, pondering of the fact if he felt it too or was it just another one of your ridiculous hallucinations? There were voices inside your head, screaming that you've told the witcher you liked him, though you never remembered when and where.

Maybe, it never happened?

Hence, why does the idea felt incorrect?

Jaskier, a great eavesdropper; managed to slid his way to where you both were. The bard's ocean eyes raking both of your rigid forms like you were acting pretty strange. Especially, the witcher who seemed to be having an internal battle within himself, "Alas! It seems like this is the wish that broke my heart because the witcher doesn't appear happy at all,"

Geralt gritted his teeth as he spoke; clearly upset of your last wish as he was glaring you down. The sudden change of his attitude making you scrunch your nose in dismay; his frustration seeming to also be given as you had your fists on either side, huffing out a breath;  "You didn't wish to go back to that earth you call your home?"

"By the sound of my last wish, I think I did."

"It didn't sound like it," the witcher roughly spat. Bruising that selflessness and naivety of yours with his simple words. You crippled under his fierce gaze and felt yourself thwarting, "I really did! I didn't want to be selfish and wish for myself! Coming home makes me happy! Obviously, it would've been for you too based on how persistent you are in throwing me away! If I did say that to the Djinn then I should've portaled back home already!"

The sudden high-pitch timbre of your voice was an accident. You didn't mean to burst like a mad man at the witcher who had been wincing since the moment you've spat spiteful words after words. You were utterly infuriated; from the heavy, unrelieved feeling and also disheartened by how he was strong willed about how you should go back to where you came from.

Jaskier was rooted on the ground. Hands fidgeting over his cup of water, tapping the lid when you've started dropping a bombshell back at the unnerved witcher who now had a stoic expression carving his features once again; giving you each other looks as his mouth was in an 'O' form, staring back at Geralt; waiting for another mistake that he could do because he was that type of lout as Jaskier knew.

But, to the bard's surprise; his expectations had been high as he waited for the witcher to yell back like how he did to him back in the days; accidentally hurting his heart.

Yet, there was no angry witcher coming forth.

"You should've been more specific," Geralt calmly murmured, audibly sighing from the anger you've poured down on him; leaving Jaskier  to his astonishment, "---you're too fucking selfless," the latter went on with his gruff rumbles, shaking his head in disdain as he turned his heel to drop his heavy metal sword on a medium sized brown mahogany table, "---to even include us in your wishes,"

Cirilla was nowhere to be found; currently in her room as she was jumping on her pretty large new bed. Jaskier wearily blinked back to the both of you who seemed to be in a mess; nodding to himself from the moment the witcher was the first to even calm down when you were maddened.

The simple action was enough for Jaskier to get blown away because he rarely does that when someone was proving a point to the witcher, especially when the point was actually about his rickety attitude that he couldn't control. The bard left you both to your argument, never wanting another quarrel and trying to cease the war by waving the white flag.

His firm and calm response made you feel bad. Totally bad especially when you've seen his frown. Howbeit, you were pondering why was he even thwarted about the fact that you included them in your wishes when he should've been thankful?

Witchers were complicated, you thought to yourself. The pent up aggression now leaving your body when you've tried to reason out to the witcher; though, it was still there deep inside. You just tried to shake it off.

You've tread on the heels of Geralt; throwing questions after questions as you were hot on his wheels, "But, did we get the Djinn?" First. "What happened?" Second. "Are you really not going to answer me? Is this a part of your brooding charm, then?" Third.

He'd ceased his steps before the first block of the stairs, your forehead hitting his beefy back. You've immediately hissed at that and caressed the part that was hit, silently groaning out for being an annoying idiot.

The witcher wasn't moved at all.

You were beyond awestruck from how you were acting. You've never been seeking for his attention before yet here you are; kindling with his patience.

"I'm sorry," the guilt was eating you alive. Your sudden caterwaul and needy attitude making you feel strange. You were never like that. Ever. You genuinely apologized to the witcher, biting at the pillows of your chapped lips from the anxiety, "---I didn't know you want me to leave that bad, Geralt."

Still, no answer from the witcher. Albeit, that was his problem with each passing day with you; the thought of you leaving was slowly penetrating his will on watching you go. He was slowly hating to see you leave.

If Destiny was hearing his thoughts, it'll be celebrating by how she was playing her cards right. It's what she wanted from him; from Geralt.

To accept his destiny. As always.

"---Also, thank you." you continued, trying to communicate with the silent hunk of a man, "---For always saving me when I should've been killed already,"

You've given him a small, sad smile without him even looking. Catching you off guard when he'd momentarily turned around to see a partial of his apologetic amber eyes.

"I---"

Though, it seemed like destiny didn't want that from Jaskier's brash interruption; Geralt didn't have the chance to continue what he wanted to say. A subtle roll of his eyes as the bard hollered from the second floor, being happy as a box of birds when he was welcomed with a bed that seemed so comforting to sleep on. He was just looking through the set of rooms; deciding to give Geralt the chambers that had wider windows then leaving to catch up on the others. There was also a pretty much medium sized bath room that took up most of the proximity of the home itself.

It was rather fantastic.

"THERE'S ANOTHER SPARE ROOM! HOWEVER, IT IS PRECISELY ONE ROOM DESTINED FOR ME!" he shouted from above, hearing him uttering out the most unfamiliar words he'd excitedly said as he continued to yell, "---YOU ARE AN ANGEL SENT FROM AN UNKNOWN PORTAL, Y/N! I SEND MY KISSES TO YOU! MUAH!"

Geralt's features was masking in complete fatigue and dismay; sighing from the bard's horrible interaction.

You bit your lips together, beaming back at the witcher who had a tight scowl on his face as you'd stealthily stepped back; planning to flee from his presence. Your thoughts thinking that maybe he was already annoyed, "Okay then, I'll give you your wanted silence."

You've side-stepped, cautiously aware of how heavy his gaze rested upon you. But, you were too bashful to even look back. Nervous that he would notice that you were already deeply fond of him.

But, something inside you says he already knows which is why it added more butterflies in your stomach; lately becoming uncontrollable and raucous.

"Where are you going?" Geralt bluntly questioned, you've ceased from escaping within his presence and gave him a look that tries to state the obvious, "To my chambers?"

The brooding witcher cocked his head to the side, curiosity filling his cat eyes. His lips twitching for a smirk to carve because your reasoning was hilarious, "The kitchen?"

You gave him a tight crease of your forehead, finding his queries rather abrupt and weirdly strange because he seemed to be pointing out that it wasn't your room and so you've laid down your opinions and viewpoint, "I know you were kind enough to lend me your bed because I was wounded. But, I think the medicine still works like a miracle and---"

Therefore, it was enough for the witcher to simper. The strange sentiments of keeping you close as he tries to sleep assaulted those strange senses that continues to give him impelling decisions.

"No," Geralt wanted to wince. It was not what he wanted to say. His crooked smile fell when you eyed him like he was a weird one, "What do you mean, no?"

"You can have my bed,"

The latter's nose was scrunched, subtly snapping his head to the side as he lowly cussed, "Ugh, fuck." when that was abruptly said out in the open.

He wanted you with him. On his bed. With reasons that can get him to sleep and also because of that feeling he couldn't get off his chest.

You puckered your lips in quick ponder, before shrugging to yourself and suddenly sleeping on his bed seemed to be normal, "Okay--What?"

Geralt calmly exhaled a breath, blinking back at you with a scowl as his body went stiff; uttering his next words with contrived annoyance, "You can suffer from Jaskier's lute strumming in the middle of the night; non stop like a dragon in heat," his teeth gritted against each other. Though, you didn't notice that and was more heedful of his anomalous attitude, "Is...Cirilla's room not available?"

The witcher shook his head, to the question sent and for his random actions, "You can't always sleep in her room," pause. He'd started again with doubt dripping in his baritone pitch, "---There are...peril instances that may occur when she is deep in her slumber,"

You clicked your tongue, "So, I have no choice but to sleep in your bed?"

"Hmm."

All you've gotten from him was a raise of his brow and a low menacing hum that seemed displeasing to the ears, "I think that was a yes," you avoided his intense golden peepers, thoroughly tentative of how your fingers fidgeted with the hem of your long mustard colored sleeved sweater; his demands giving your heart another blush, "---You are acting...weird today, Geralt."

With you stating the obvious ignited a grudging groan from the latter. Words were in a surly rumble as he languidly spun in his booted heels and took his flight up the stairs. His heavy, muscly weight making the floors creak with every step he takes; following him from behind, "Fine. Sleep with Kolby for all you want."

The way up was steep and narrow. Having an ounce of space for the person below the latter when he walks up. You were lost in wonder as your focal point was fortunately on Geralt's abounding derriere that made your mouth dry. 11/10, you rated inside your brain. Totally A+ with that tight leather pants he wore. He had a better bum than you, which made you look back at your own tushie, lighting up a scoff to your disappointment.

"---He seems quite unstable before we went to go get that faux of a Djinn,"

Halfway up the stairs, the witcher ceased. Sensing something was going on as he slightly turned his body to see you staring straight at his tushie. Geralt eyed you down in confusion, his amber eyes skeptical as he just caught you ogling at his firm glutes. The witcher couldn't help but scorn, seeing your mouth shut and in awe from what you were seeing.

You've blinked back to see him staring you down with that guileless curiosity of what you were just doing. Maybe staring at a witcher's bum wasn't exactly the brightest idea when he had heightened senses. A loud clear of your throat got him smirking before he continued to ascend.

"You--You called him Kolby!" you stuttered and tried to ignore that you were caught red handed by the witcher. You went after him and feel the blush creeping up your face,  "Don't--Don't you turn your back away from me when I'm talking to you, Rivia! "

Your eyes scanned the way up the stairs, utterly surprised to see their house magically transformed into something better, "---So, I really did made the wishes already! Your house has a second floor right now?"

A crane of your neck as you watch his dirty, tousled hair bounce with every step you take. Those buns of his also jiggling when he took his final step and you couldn't avoid but silently give a chef's kiss; understanding how he was ravishing and utmost pleasing to the eyes of women.

Until your foot caught the ends of the stairs and you stumbled. One knee falling flat on the floor and a loud thud erupted from your clumsy accident. Too much bum staring. But, it was probably worth it. "Oh---Geralt! Ow!"

There wasn't much struggle as the witcher effortlessly grabbed your weight in one second; keeping you still as you were given a whiplash by those spellbinding eyes.

The witcher had one knee dropped to the ground, never hesitating to give assistance to your dextrosity. You were a lummox when you were bashful and shy; uttering out the most ungraceful confessions, opinions or even being an utter clutz because your fingers fidget from the embarrassment.

"So fucking selfless with her wishes and utterly cloddish,"

Geralt checked your bandages in haste, straightaway pulling the hems of your sweater in the right, respectful amount to see them all bloody and looking like you've stitched them open because of your accident. Touching you seemed to be the least of his worries when you've arrived; like he couldn't feel the prickling, delightful sensation that he pours out on you whenever he does.

He was prettier up close. You mentally thought to yourself, charmed by his handsome features when his focal point was on your bloody bandage, "You need those bandages changed, midget." he grumbled the thought out loud, slightly craning his head as you had the advantage on the position you both have; meeting those curious doe eyes like you wanted more from the witcher.

Something insatiable, pure and peckish.

Faces close in proximity, trapped in a spellbind that you both completely had no power in. His warm breath hitting your ajar mouth, slightly filling the curiosity you had for the witcher.

You've raked the small scars on his face, imperfections that made him more striking; wondering how many flaws did he have to take to become a monster-slayer in their world as you remembered Cirilla's stories about him. What more scars did he held on his body in which you find him still delightful.

The gap between the both of you was perilous. There it was again, the sensations that you both were having; yet no one was willing to risk.

"Geralt?" you softly whispered against the his lips; watching those eyelids of him fall shut when he'd craned his head to see your eyes staring right at him. Those gorgeous eyelashes that had been given to him; rather than to a woman like you. It was unfair to see how gorgeous he was up close.

Lemon. Peony. It was enticing for a witcher. Bringing him to a haven he didn't thought there was.

From the moment he'd heard you softly say his name, he'd slightly fell back; seeming to be caught in a vulnerable state. You've finally seen his eyes that was now filled with ire; like he was struggling with something within himself, "Hmm?"

"Did I...do something?"

The witcher exhaled a breath he has been holding, your scent catching his senses as he tried to imprint your scent by heart, giving him the advantage that it helps in making him calm and at ease, "No," he gruffly mumbled, breaking the spell and dragging his sky scraping height to the fullest; standing up with a frown on his face by wanting to achieve something that shouldn't be dreamt of, "Not at all."

Vulnerability would answer his curiosities and the witcher didn't know if he was ready yet because the last time he did, it got his heart broken.

You've had sleepless nights. Even more than you can ever imagine back in your apartment. The insomnia was kicking you in the ass for a thousand times as you kicked and stirred in your sleep, beside a witcher who has been giving your heart a marathon.

Just his breathing was keeping your breathing and heartbeat erratic.

There it was, the desire of having the big witcher close to you as he slept on the other end of the rather new large bed, his strapped, broad back away from you looking like the space he'd given himself was rather too little for his large frame.

It was funny to see him struggling with the small space as you've twisted and turned for the hundredth time. You couldn't hear anything other than the eerie, buzzing sounds of the night. Jaskier finally had shut up from creating new epics and strumming on his lute, so to say; it was probably three o'clock in the morning in their time.

You were wondering if that was how the witcher slept. Only on one position; never moving like he was dead. It has already been two hours and you had nothing to do but tap on the mattress with your fingers and stare at his clothed back. Did he also have scars on his back too? you mentally thought to yourself and gently turned your body to look at the wooden ceilings.

Sleep wouldn't consume you tonight. You'd rather have a different type of sensation that would consume you all night. Your breath hitched at the thought of that, wordlessly dragging the sheets above you to wrinkle your nose from the damaging ideas inside your head. Your soul probably tutting because of how you've become from the moment you've fainted and remember nothing.

There was a sigh. Your head snapped towards the witcher who seem to shift in his side of the bed, placing a hand underneath his pillows as his face was morphed into distress. He couldn't sleep at all because you were restlessly moving like a worm, also for the heavy feeling tugging at his chest since the moment he'd woken up from being attacked by the djinn.

"Geralt?"

He didn't answer.

"---It's cold, like really cold." with that, he deeply sighed; never planning on opening his eyes. The latter was hoping you would stop turning around the mattress and also for the uncomfortable feeling resting on his chest with every breath you take.

"Not for me,"

Geralt knew you were pouting at his response; but he paid no heed and tried to silently have his slumber. The brumal temperature of the night never giving him a headache because his body heat was taking it nicely as it was also helping the heat that began to start from his chest up till the every end and nerves of his body; making him groan to himself when you've unintentionally whimpered to yourself when he'd rejected the idea of closing the windows.

The sound you make was making him crazy.

Also, the clothes he was wearing to sleep was making him crazier; even hotter than it was supposed to be.

"Geralt," he grabbed onto the pillows a little more tighter, drowning himself in the fluff of his pillow as you continued to disturb him because you somehow couldn't find your own sleep as well.

"Yoo-hoo~ Beefy Legolas?"

It went on and on. Your twists and turns also did as he finally had to tiredly grumble.

"Let me have my nap."

You were lucky your wound was given medicine because it wasn't hurting anymore. An elbow on the bed to support yourself as you peeked to see Geralt's shiny hair glimmering beneath the candle light. Tempting you to give care and probably spend a little time tugging at it as well. Those thoughts make you shake your head, clearing your throat as you asked the witcher with utmost purity lacing your tongue.

"Geralt, can I braid your hair while you sleep?"

"No."

"Did you bleach your hair then? You know, it’s like a way of coloring your hair and such---"

"No."

You softly huffed in disappointment, lower lip jutting out as you sighed from the energy and itch that you couldn't fight off, trying to see if he had his eyes opened but his burly form was making it difficult. You could only see his back and ivory hair, "Where's the gym? I mean, obviously you do go to a gym with that...build. Except, if you're given a serum like Captain America's..."

The latter lowly grunted in response; making your spine shiver from the sound as he does so. You've suddenly swallowed the saliva down your throat, wincing as you subtly held onto your chest; feeling it strangely grow a temperature hotter. You shake your head to try and ignore the uncomfortable feeling.

"You are talking in riddles that I couldn't comprehend, midget."

Geralt audibly sighed, turning his sturdy body to see you wide awake and innocently blinking back at the latter. Acting all guiltless like you weren't just trying to wake him up. He exhaled an exasperated breath; amber eyes glued to the ceiling with a grimace on his face.

"So, you're...awake?" you innocently stated the obvious, trying not to act guilty that you were anxious about a lot of things and your brain doesn't seem to cooperate with your body.

"How can I sleep when you keep tossing over and over," the latter rasped before languidly turning and facing front to you. His eyes searching for whatever was keeping you awake; pondering why your energy level was at the top. Totally too much for his wearied ones, "---I'm starting to regret why I offered you my bed," he gave a soft shake of his head as he comfortably dropped his head on his fluffy pillows, watching you drop yours at the same time. You've welcomed those golden peepers drilling with your emotions; setting fire to your insides, though you've never told anyone but yourself.

"I told you so. I have insomnia when my anxiety strikes like a bitch,"

Geralt had his eyebrows in a tight knot, "A what?"

"I can't sleep." you honestly told, breathing out your frustrations as you've felt the witcher's stare heavy on you, "It's just so...cold,"

He gave a small, tender smile. It was unconscious, the witcher didn't know if he even was smiling when he had hunches onto why you couldn't sleep. Based on how you were giving him bear hugs up all night when your fever went high, a leg on his robust ones; face nuzzled on his clothed, wooly chest; he knew you were a cuddler.

Howbeit, nobody also needed to know that he had his fingers raked in between your hair like the witcher was brushing it to make him sleep.

Like it was calming him down; making his breathing steady and at ease.

"You want something." he simply graveled, thoroughly amused.

"W-What?! No!"

Did he know what you were thinking? Especially those promiscuous ones? Or only the part where you wanted to be near him as you slept?

The latter scoffed, his smile turning crooked as you've seen those teeth eventually showing as he beamed, "I didn't thought naive midgets lie. I must say, your flaws are surprising."

Albeit, despite of how he was making your stomach flutter wildly; this brooding man gives you comfort in such a weird way.

Adoration was definitely a complex part in life that nobody can ever explain. A diversity in their world and also in yours.

"You need a hug." the witcher stated as a matter of fact, knowing that it was what you needed as you continued to fidget and tap on the mattress with your fingers.

"Maybe," pause. You've peered back at the man who kept giving your heart beat a difficult time; being drawn to his amber colored eyes, enraptured by his presence as you were caught in a spell that he could only give.

Only him and nobody else.

Geralt seemed to be a good listener and so, you've done the inevitable as he was the only person you've shared a bed with for all your life. Other than your mother when you were younger. He was the only man you've approved of having your personal space infiltrated.

"I had...stuff toys and a big pillow back in my home. It was the only thing I could hold for me to sleep. The only thing that can keep me company in a cold day," you started, shifting your eyes away from the witcher who was on the far end of the bed; waiting for you to continue like he always does, wanting to know what was inside your head.

Curiosity always leads to something else.

"---So, I must say that it helps with my anxiety and insomnia. Thinking that I have someone to hold; someone to protect me from all the sadness, rejection or disappointments that seem to love me throughout my life,"

"Are they beasts?" you glanced at the latter, studying him if it was a joke. But, all you see was a determined witcher who was patiently waiting if his guesses were correct.

"Anxiety and Insomnia?" Geralt gave a quiet hum as an answer.

"What? No. Definitely---Well, maybe. If you think of it that way. They keep your mind unstable and problematic. Fifty percent would want you thinking about things that should've been left forgotten. It ruins your sanity,"

"It is a beast then,"

You've given him a small smile, memorizing each curvature of his face; never wanting it to be forgotten. The way his eyes peer back at you in curiosity for whatever you wanted to say like hearing you talk was his entertainment and pleasure.

He'd watched you move closer, letting your curiosity get the better of you as you've felt his hot breath fanning your face in a way that could give you warmth in the midst of the brisk night; his windows never closed shut and feeling him closer than you can ever ask for was giving you the warmth you needed.

A warmth that could take those horrid thoughts away.

"Tell me your stories," you softly urged him on, his voice seeming to be soothing. The only ones that could pacify your jitters to shut down.

The witcher blinked, appearing to be off-guard but utmost compliant nevertheless, "About?"

"Your monsters. The ones you've slaughtered," you joyously smiled, your eyes turning crescent shapes as it felt as if it was the moon that was giving Geralt light to his night sky, "---It might be helpful if I want to become a game developer of something,"

"I've only shared stories with my horse,"

You placed your palms under your head, craning fully to see those eyes piercing through your soul; satisfying your cravings for having him close than you can ever wish for, "You mean, Roach? You talk to your horse?!" a soft exclamation was all it took for Geralt to give a short scoff.

"Merely, now because I have Jaskier and Cirilla. But, prior before they came around; I only had my horses to talk," pause. "---You wouldn't want me talking about how I hunt monsters, it'll bore you to death,"

You firmly shook your head to show him your will-power in hearing those interesting stories he had. A monster-slayer who had boring stories? You doubt. Just learning the back stories of a main character's game was interesting, no doubt that Geralt's stories would even get you gasping from all his slaughters, "I love all types of stories," you cordially whispered, eyes twinkling underneath the candle light as the witcher blinked back, "---Also have read ones that weren't of a penchant. Yet, I've grown to love them."

With little effort of bringing out the big guns, Geralt obediently complied. The deep baritone of his pitch lulling you into having your slumber. He'd talk about his latest hunts and quests; learning about monsters that you didn't know existed. Mostly deadly as some has taken him down and eventually lead him to being poisoned. You've frowned at that, but he'd reassured you that his scorching trials created him to be immune to any poison that was harmful to humans.

He was mutated after all and it made him more compelling.

Geralt has stopped his lullabies when he'd reach at the point where he had tried saving a town called Blaviken; quietly simmering down as you were suddenly perspiring like a dog in heat and heaving deep breaths.

"Midget." he firmly stated, studying your face when you've fluttered your eyes closed as you started listening to his stories. You've nestled closer to the witcher who had a wince on his face as he was perplexed by the sudden drops of sweat that was forming on your forehead. "---Are you alright?"

You gave a quiet chortle as you've felt his breath fanning your forehead, "Maybe,"

His medallion rested on your forehead, realizing that you were cuddling him a little too closely but the bear of a man didn't seem to care, "Your answers can always leave a person guessing," he grumbled more so to himself as you felt him shift on the mattress. Curious as to why his big, rough, calloused fingers were behind you; his hand that he has used to hold a sword and yield for those men to be butchered.

His hand that had magic was now raking through your hair, gently and slowly combing your hair as it was giving you succor and protection.

"You're not...uncomfortable?" you hesitatingly asked, voice smaller and quiet as his body was taking in your small form. The witcher had his eyes closed now; like he was in peace, "I've done far worse than to be scared of giving people hugs,"

"But, this is called cuddles and chill because you're hugging and talking me to sleep,"

"Is that what it is now? Is that what its called in your kingdom?" you've heard him tease, his lips curved in a way that tells you he was poking fun at your modern references that he certainly didn't know.

His fingers continued its ministrations; how gentle he was made your heart beat drum so loud that you could hear them ringing in your ears and you were sure Geralt could be hearing it. You gawked back at the latter, "It won't be called Netflix and Chill because I swear it has a different meaning and---"

Geralt quickly cut you off, abruptly opening his eyes to give you a compassionate look in his eyes, "Cuddles and chill it is, then." you've bit your lip in an attempt to shut your mouth.

"---Sleep, midget." the once brooding witcher demanded before giving your spine a satisfying shiver as his thick fingers raked on the hairs of your nape as he patiently untangled those locks away, "Those beastly creatures you have won't slaughter you while I'm around,"

Inside both of your chests, there was still that insatiable feeling that you couldn't comprehend. However, the fire dissipating an ounce by the tiny bit of wholesome intimacy you've gotten; was just the rattles of one's cage because there was always more.

More and more you'll be willing to take.

Hence, It was a full moon and wolves howl whenever the moon shines bright against the brumal, cold nights as a cicatrix began to shine which has rested in between the valley of your breasts.

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Running Mate Part 8

PART 8 IS FINALLY HERE!! I’m a little relieved to be done with this one. It was giving me quite a bit of anxiety, hahaha. But, it’s here and I really hope you love it! 

Word Count: 4,136

Adult Content, 18+, NSFW

CW: smut, sex

taglist:

@maeleeme @andyrazzledazzle @fanfictionaddiction99 @henrycavillluv32 @jhenno2002 @blossom-a @xceafh @oddsnendsfanfics @severuined 

The next morning after a light breakfast, everyone piles into a few cars and begins the trek to the Durrell Challenge. You ride with Henry, his mother, his assistant, and Kal. The ride is silent as it’s still relatively early. Henry has to be there much earlier than other races to do a meet and greet with fans. He explains it’s one of his favorite parts of the experience because he gets to meet so many people who share similar passions with him.

At the event, Henry breaks off with his assistant to begin prepping for everything while you and Marianne get to take in everything from the side. She has her phone out, ready to take pictures of Henry with his fans.

“He’s so giving,” Marianne explains proudly. “He’s always been that way. Always trying to make sure everyone else is happy,” she looks at you and smiles.

“Oh, I know,” you say. You tell her about him letting you crash at his house while you finished your research. “He wanted to keep an eye on me. Apparently, my diet of pizza and coffee was not sufficient enough,” you tease and Marianne giggles.

“That sounds exactly like him,” she muses and you bob your head. “So, Henry tells me you’re a fan of country music as well,” she states and you smile.

“Very much so,” you say. “My granny listened to nothing but Patsy Cline for as long as I can remember and I just fell in love with her and Dolly Parton, Tammy Wynette - all the greats,” you tell her. “And of course, the queen, Ms. Loretta Lynn,” you add with a knowing smile.

“I know of Dolly Parton and Patsy Cline, but I’m remiss to say I’ve never heard of the other women you mentioned,” Marianne replied.

“Tammy Wynette and Loretta Lynn?” you clarify and Marianne nods. “Oh, I love them, especially Loretta. She was a big name in our house growin’ up,” you say.

“How so?” Marianne asks. You explain how Loretta wrote a song called “Coal Miners Daughter” which was later turned into a movie. That movie followed Loretta’s life as she went from a poor coal miner’s daughter to one of the biggest names in country music history. As you finish, Henry trots over with Kal, smiling at both you and his mother.

“Okay, I have a few moments before I have to head into the tent for meet and greets,” he says. ���What have you two been talking about?” he asks.

“Your mom was just telling me all the embarrassing things you did as a kid,” you say before Marianne can respond.

“HA!,” Henry barks a laugh. “There’s not enough time in the world to go over all of that,” he says proudly and Marianne laughs at him. The three of you chat for several more minutes before Henry’s assistant hunts him down and explains he has to get back to the tent. Henry says goodbye to you and his mother then follows his assistant back. Marianne proudly watches him go then turns back to you.

“He’s so dedicated to his fans,” she says, the pride absolutely clear in her voice. “He’s always thinking of others and trying to make sure everyone else is happy,” he explains and you nod your head in agreement. “He’s always been like that; putting others ahead of himself,” she says a little wistfully.

“Well that just further confirms my theory that he really is Superman,” you tease and Marianne laughs. As you talk some more, crowds of people begin to form around the area getting ready for the meet-up with Henry. You and Marianne step inside and to the side so you can see everything but you don’t have to participate. You catch Henry’s eye and he smiles at you while someone is talking to him.

Marianne and you chat while Henry meets with fans and runners. She proudly watches her son and occasionally takes pictures when she wants. You watch with fascination as fans of all backgrounds greet Henry. He treats them with so much kindness and respect, a way you’ve never really seen happen before. You don’t notice Marianne glancing back and forth between you and her son as she comes to realize something that you haven’t quite realized yourself.

After the meet and greet, Henry begins getting ready for the race. By that time, his brothers and their partners had arrived. Marianne introduces you to everyone and you are greeted with warmth and kindness. Everyone hangs around him and his brothers as they get ready. You make small talk with his in-laws and then suddenly it’s time for the race to begin. Everyone moves over to the start. Henry and his brothers take their place while you and the rest of his family stand off to the side. You smile at how enthusiastically Marianne is snapping pictures of her boys. The pride is real and you love it. Henry catches your eye and smiles knowingly at you. Then the announcement is made that it’s time for the run. The buzzer goes off and the runners head out.

You and Marianne cheer loudly, taking pictures as Henry and his brothers set off on the 26-mile race. Walking from the start to the finish line after everyone has passed, you talk with the women in Henry’s life. They, of course, ask about how the two of you met, what your first date was, what you do for a living, etc. After an hour and a half, the conversation turned to your documentary.

“Henry has told us so much about it,” Marianne states. “It sounds absolutely incredible,” she says.

“Well, thank you,” you reply. “It seems to be resonating with people quite a bit,” you say. One of his sister in laws asks what it’s about. You explain the premise and everyone gets a little misty-eyed.

“That’s just like Henry to love a film like that,” one of his in-laws says and everyone smiles in agreement. They ask you how you feel about being in the public eye and you laugh sardonically.

“I think you need to be asking Henry that question, not me,” you reply. They are confused by your answer until you explain. “I honestly don’t care, I was mocked from the day I was born until now,” you state. “I grew up in a barn and wore my brother's hand-me-downs to school. More than that, 80 of the 90 girls I went to school with were in pageants since they were toddlers, so,” you pause. “There’s really nothing anyone can say that the mean girls in middle school and high school didn’t already say,” you finish, chuckling to yourself.  

“Well you already sounds loads better than the other ones Henry has brought around,” one of his sister in laws says and the others laugh. You smile as well, though Marianne gives her a pointed stare, she still smiles and gently shakes her head. They ask you what it was like growing up in Texas.  

“It was the best,” you state, smiling. “We grew up on 32 acres of the Sarge’s land. Our house is a converted horse stable and for the better part of our lives, a poorly done converted horse stable,” you explain and everyone laughs. “For the longest time, it was just my brothers and I. We didn’t have a lot of friends growing up. Their parents didn’t like the idea of their kids spending too much time with us,” you say, but don’t expand on. And you don’t have to because the first round of runners are starting to appear. You check your watch to see that’s it’s been about two hours since the race started. Everyone cheers as they pass by and you smile at how happy they are. It would have been nice to run, but you were so focused on work, you hadn’t thought about it. Now that it was on your mind, you check your phone for an email or a missed call. There’s nothing.

Forty-five minutes later, you see Henry and his brothers coming up the lane. You and his family cheer them on as they make their way to the finish line. They are all smiles and sweat as they jog up to the fanfare. Marianne has her phone out again and is taking all the pictures. All four are huffing as they cross the finish line. It’s pure chaos of people fluttering around handing Henry things, taking pictures, and asking questions. You hang back and let him deal with everything he needs to. Though there is much confusion in the moment, Henry remains collected through it all. Without realizing it, you find yourself falling hard over these little details. His kindness, compassion, sweet disposition, and calm demeanor. Looking around, Henry finally finds you and strides over.

“Hey, what are you doing over here?” he asks, sweat covering every inch of his body.

“Just hanging back and taking in the sights,” you reply, not-so-subtly looking him up and down. He smirks at you.

“Well, I’ve got a few more things to do around here and then we can leave,” he says and you bob your head.

“Okay,” you reply nonchalantly. “I’m fine to hang out as long as necessary,” you look up at his eyes. He’s smiling at you in a way that you don’t fully understand. “Go, do what you need to do. I’ll be here learning all your embarrassing secrets,” you say and glance at Marianne. She’s beaming at the two of you. With a quick hug and a peck on the temple, Henry heads back to where he needs to be. There are more pictures, greetings from fans, and the like. After a while, it all finally dies down and y’all are able to leave. The car ride back to the Cavill residence is quiet for the most part. You watch the island pass by silently while Henry watches you and Marianne drives.

Back at the house, Henry heads into the bathroom for a shower and change, while you sit on a barstool in the kitchen with Marianne and the rest of his family. She makes you a cup of tea which you accept graciously. When Henry comes back downstairs, in a simple blue shirt and sweatpants. His hair is still wet and his curls are beginning to form. Everyone is talking as they try to figure out what they want to do for the rest of the day. Quietly, you attempt to sneak a peek at your phone, but Henry’s raised eyebrow gaze stops you. He smirks as you sheepishly put your phone back in your pocket. Then he comes up behind you and leans down to whisper in your ear,

“If you stop looking for it, it will come,” he gently kisses your temple. You sigh and roll your eyes, though there is a small smile on your lips.

“Do you want to sit down?” you ask, tilting your head back to look up at him. He smiles but shakes his head no. You look at him incredulously. “Sugar, you just ran 26 miles,” you state and Henry chuckles.

“If I sit down, I’ll start to tense up and then I’ll be of no use to anyone,” he replies and you sigh.

“Why are you trying to spoil my plans?” you ask and he scoffs. A smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“What are you two talking about over there?” Charlie asks from the kitchen table. You both turn to him. “Have either of you figured out what we’re going to do?” he asks.

“We could play poker,” you suggest, smiling.

“No,” Henry interjects. Charlie looks back and forth between you and Henry and you shrug.

“Apparently, I’m decent at poker,” you admit and Henry’s family breaks out in laughter.

“Well now we have to play,” Nik says and everyone agrees while Henry just groans. You look up at him.

“At least we aren’t playing strip poker,” you say quietly and Henry glares. For the next few hours, you and the Cavill’s play poker. You play with biscuits and pretzels as payment. In the first few rounds, you smoke Henry and his brothers. But after a while, they begin to learn your tells and you start losing. When you are completely out of biscuits, Henry calls it and the group disbands.

“Come on, let’s take Kal for a walk,” Henry says, standing up and grimacing. “I told you if I sat for too long, I’d get stiff,” he says in response to the face you pulled. You stand up and watch him walk into the other room to get Kal. Charlie steps over to you.

“What did you do to scar my brother from playing a decent game of poker?” he asks and you laugh.

“Took him for all he was worth,” you reply. Charlie grins back at you.

“Keep it up. I really like beating him,” he says. Y’all are laughing when Henry comes back to find you with Kal in tow.

“Ready to go?” he asks and you nod. Waving bye to Charlie, you take Henry’s extended hand and step out of the house to begin your walk. You make idle chat as you walk alongside roads towards the beach, or so Henry tells you. You have no idea where the two of you are going, you’re just along for the ride. Kal clicks along ahead, sniffing and investigating everything. Walking around the streets, you silently take in the sights. Jersey is a beautiful place. It’s a different type of serenity than you’ve ever experienced. There’s a gentle breeze bringing a soft tang of salt to you. It makes you lick your lips repeatedly. Occasionally, you glance at Henry who is watching Kal with amusement.

“Let’s go this way, I want to show you something,” he says suddenly, pulling you to the left. The two of you walk for a while. Henry points out different things, telling you what he knows of the island. Eventually, you come to a little beach. “My brothers and I used to come down here,” he says. “We’d spend hours playing in the sand or in the water,” you smile up at him.

“It’s pretty fun seeing you and your brothers together,” you tell him and he smiles wide at that.

“They’re the best,” he says, turning to you, but you’re not looking at him. You’re looking out at the water, watching the waves coming in and out. Without saying anything, he pulls your hand and you walk down to the water together. Kal investigates practically every grain of sand that comes in contact with his nose. You let go of Henry’s hand and walk right up to where the water stops on the beach line. You’re in flip flops, so you just slide your feet out, pick up your shoes and step forward. The waves run over your feet while your toes sink into the sand. The feeling makes you smile and remember the summers your own family used to pack up the station wagon and drive down to Galveston. A strange pain makes your heartache. Suddenly, you feel Henry’s arms wrap around you. Kal is sitting behind the two of you, watching a flock of seagulls with pure intensity.

“What are you thinking about?” Henry asks, kissing the very top of your head. You tilt your head back to look at him and take a deep breath in.

“I’m just thinking about my own family,” you say. “We didn’t have the money to go on a real ‘vacation’, but every few summers, my dad would pack us all up in our station wagon and make the drive down to Galveston. My whole family would cram into this tiny house on the beach and we’d spend a week getting disgustingly sunburnt, flinging muddy sand and seaweed, and eating fresh-caught fish that the Sarge would bring in,” your voice has become forlorn. You can feel Henry’s arm tighten just a little bit around you and you smile sadly. You turn around to face him.

“What’s up?” he asks when he sees your face. You shake your head and try to dip your head, but Henry gently pushes your chin up so you look at him and you sigh.

“I think I’m just missing my own family,” you admit. “And I think I’m just scared, a little,” you breathe. Henry’s hand drops down to yours and he runs his thumb over your knuckles.

“What are you scared of?” he asks.

“Losing the contract, getting the contract,” you say. “People not taking me seriously if I do miss out on this contract. People not taking me seriously if I do get the contract. Disappointing James or my backers. Losing you,” you add before stopping short. You glance up at him to see if he noticed. He did.

“You’re afraid of losing me?” he asks a little surprised.

“Ugh,” you groan, rolling your eyes. “I’m not this sappy person!” you exclaim. “But spend any length of time with you and all I want to do is tell you how I feel,” you huff a little and Henry laughs. His hand strokes the side of your face. You look into his beautiful blue eyes and sigh. “Because of you, I have feelings and I don’t know what to do with any of them,” you say and Henry tilts head back to laugh.

“I love you,” he says when he looks back down at you. The smile on his lips is causing the crinkles around his eyes to appear. You reach up and touch the wrinkles gently with the tips of your fingers.

“If we were playing strip poker today, I totally would have won,” you muse. Henry barks out a laugh before pulling you in for a deep kiss.

“All I’m hearing is that you need a real holiday,” he says, coming up from the kiss.

“Probably,” you sigh and Henry shakes his head.

“Nope, you absolutely need a break,” he says. “And that starts, right now,” he takes your hand in his and raises it to his lips. He gently kisses your knuckles and for some reason, you feel yourself give in to him. “Just you, me, Kal, and Jersey,” he finishes.

“And your family,” you add.

“Eh,” he says quickly and you laugh, surprised at how quickly he dismissed that.

“Alright, deal,” you reply, smirking up at him. Then you take a deep breath in and turn around, throwing your free arm out to the side. “Alright, show me Jersey!” you exclaim. “Unless this is it. This is it, isn’t it?” you ask, turning back to him. He smiles at you.

“No, this isn’t it,” he replies.

“Well then let’s go; I’ve got an island to see,” you state, pulling Henry’s hand as you start walking in a direction. He chuckles as he falls in step with you. Kal, who is happy to be moving again, marches along ahead of you, guiding the way for your first vacation in three years.

—

Later that night, after returning from your hours-long walk, you and Henry decide to call it. You're both exhausted from the day and ready to be off of your feet. However, when you get to bed, neither of you can sleep.

“How do you still have this much energy?” you ask grumpily from your side of the bed.

“I’m laying in bed, in my childhood room, with the woman that I love. How could I not have this much energy?” he asks and your head pops up off the pillow.

“We are not going to address that this is your childhood room,” you reply. “I have three older brothers. I know what happens when the lights go out,” you whisper harshly, making a face. Henry bellows with laughter then quiets down when he hears a knocking on the wall.

“And what’s wrong with happens when the lights go out?” Henry asks, looking at you with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Oh nothing, except when you share a wall with your brother’s room and the walls are very thin,” you spit. Then you gag a little and Henry shakes the bed with laughter. There is more knocking on the wall and Henry quiets down again. “And I see the walls are very thin here too,” you mutter looking up at the wall.

“Then I guess that means you’ll just have to be really quiet,” Henry whispers, turning on his side and moving closer to you.

“What?” you demand but all Henry does is smile at you devilishly. His fingers slipped past your underwear so his knuckles could gently run across the smooth skin beneath the fabric.

“Mm, nope, no. I am not playing this game,” you say, shuddering slightly at the feeling of his touch. He notices.

“What game?” he asks. His hand moves from your underwear to your shirt. He slides his hands under the hem and easily tugs it up and off of you.

“This one, where you tease me and expect me to be quiet,” you reply as he tosses the shirt off the bed. “I won’t do it, no sir-ee,” you say, tipping your chin up dramatically. Henry smiles as he moves closer to you.

“Not a game,” he replies quietly. “Just making sure you’re relaxed,” his fingers graze down your thigh and then back up.

“I am relaxed,” you say, but Henry chuckles.

“That’s not what I mean,” Henry whispers in your ear as one finger easily slips in between your folds. Your mouth drops open, your head tilts back, and you suck in air.

“Not fair,” you moan as your hips begin to rock gently into his hand. You can feel a smile form on Henry’s lips as he presses them firmly into your neck. You moan softly. “That’s not fair,” you whisper between gasps.

“Is that so?” Henry asks, softly nibbling on your earlobe now. Your body is vibrating with pent up pleasure and Henry is taking full advantage of the situation. “So then this wouldn’t be fair, either, would it?” he asks, sliding another finger inside of you. You push your head back, whimpering, and pushing your hips into his hand.

“Oh god,” you moan softly. Henry nimbly works his fingers inside you, kissing the side of your neck as he goes.

“I love seeing the way you respond to me,” Henry murmurs in your ear. “I love the way you feel,” he whispers. “It’s the sexiest thing when you open up to me,” he says.

“Is your intention to tease me the whole night?” you ask through gasps. Henry smiles and nibbles on your earlobe.

“No,” he says quietly before moving down and taking your breast in his mouth. You gasp then quickly snap it shut as his tongue begins to tease your nipple. His breath is warm on your bare skin while his fingers continued to work inside you. A shriek almost escapes from you when Henry begins sucking on your breast while his thumb finds your clit. Your toes begin to curl into the bed and your fingers snake through his curls. “Your breasts,” Henry murmurs, gently kissing the skin around your nipple. “I love your breasts,” his thumb flicks your clit and you whimper. Barely able to contain the sounds you are desperate to release, you pull Henry’s mouth onto yours. He responds immediately by using his tongue to explore yours. You moan softly into him, your fingers digging into his hair. “Oh, y/n,” Henry moans, coming up for air.

You grunt as your hips rock into his hands. “I’m coming,” you gasp. Henry smiles as he kisses you deeply. His thumb massaging your clit, his fingers working deep inside your folds. “I’m coming,” you groan and gasp. Your hips begin to move faster as you breathe harder, pressing your lips hard into Henry’s. Finally, you feel it happen; your walls clench around his fingers as you cum all over his hand. Chuckling under his breath, Henry kisses you sweetly on the lips. “I hate this game,” you mutter, breathlessly.

“I love this game,” Henry mutters back, a devilish smile clear across his face. You squint at him but say nothing as you point in the direction of the bathroom. Breathing heavy, you push your head into your pillow. When Henry comes back, he wraps you up in his arms. “Feeling relaxed yet?” he whispers.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you mumble into his chest, the effects washing over you. Henry chuckles and begins to stroke your hair gently.

“Okay,” he whispers and continues to stroke your hair. You fall asleep to the sensation and the sound of his heartbeat.

[lady-plantagenet]

Unsolicited Book Reviews (n4): The Daisy and the Bear

Rating:

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Even before I had an account, I tended to go to tumblr to see people’s opinions before buying a histfic. Certain books are either severely underrepresented, where I feel like there needs to be something on them, whereas others, though talked about enough, something more can still be said about them. So for my quarantine fun, I have decided to start a series where I review every medieval historical fiction novel I read. Hopefully, it will either start interesting discussions or at least be some help for those browsing its tag when considering purchasing it.

TL;DR: Just like ‘Death Be Pardoner To Me’, I really don’t know how to rate a book that isn’t a ‘novel’ in the traditional sense of the word. So I take each book and measure it against what it promises to deliver. This spoof of the Wars of the Roses did just that perfectly! I found myself laughing out loud at least every three pages (a feat for me). I decided to buy this book because I was a long-time reader of the author’s blog: A Nevill Feast, and despite it being a super informative and enlightening blog (she is also a published historian), I always found her humour extremely amusing. The ‘brow height’ of the jokes in this spoof, are of all levels, but almost always smart.

Plot: Alright, who doesn’t love a good crackship? Well be prepared for a crackship so heightening it’s almost cocaine: Margaret of Anjou and Richard Neville 16th Earl of Warwick. This is not even the only thing you will find in the chaotic but short (153 page) spread of this ‘novel’. You will get witchy ‘Elizabeth Woodville Grey Witch Plantagenet Queen’ ‘s love at first sight with Edward ‘The Rose of Ruin’ IV, who (naturally) cannot be mentioned without the words ‘blonde, tall and womanising’ being thrown in; You will also get a random stand-up comedy routine thrown by the Nevilles called ‘A Very Nevill Christmas’, Edgecote Moor, Edward’s capture, the Welles uprising and the Nevilles’ and Clarence’s escape to France summarised in text messages and a whole two-page chapter written in a northern accent! This is frankly what everyone needs in those gloomy times!

It essentially sticks to what actually happens except for the whole Margaret/Warwick thing, which ends up in Edward of Westminster being Warwick’s secret son. This doesn’t really change anything of course, but the part where he and Anne Neville find out and end up playing a prank on the parents is one of the hilights of this book! Is that too spoilery? Oh well. Before moving to characterisation, there is also this absolutely hilarious OC called Dakota FitzPercy which is the ultimate parody of all OCs in historical fiction: all men are overcome with lust just by looking at her even though she’s dressed in men’s garb half of the time (and for no reason!), as Warwick’s spy she knows martial arts as she was ooobviouslyy trained in Cathay and she has an unnecessarily tragic backstory! Of course like most OCs she adds NOTHING to the story and is therefore the perfect parody.

Characterisation: What really really elevates this book in my eyes and rating is that it is so obviously a parody of historical fiction and not the figures themselves. A goodreads reviewer (who I have a lot of respect for btw) has said that this book often crosses the line into ‘defaming the dead’. With all due respect, I have to disagree as it is some of the portrayals in ‘serious’ historical fiction novels about these characters, which are the true offenders. This is what is being lampooned here and, as such, the book defends their reputations by drawing attention to how silly and sometimes downright offensive some authors’ takes on people like Warwick, Margaret of Anjou and Elizabeth Woodville are.

I can’t tell you how much I laughed at ‘Frail and Angelic © Dickon or Richard’ being so frail and angelic and good, Isabel Neville constantly being reffered to as a ‘prawn’ on her father’s ‘cheeseboard’ (obviously at the hackneyed use of the phrase ‘pawns on a chessboard’, which is incessantly repeated with regards to female characters). Among others: Clarence constantly knocking over his wine when he’s not drinking it, Anne Beauchamp constantly being reffered to as ‘pale and insipid’ (no other reason just because she’s a woman ergo...), Edward IV constantly sleeping with everyone around him, Cecily ‘the Rose of Rabies’ being beautiful, proud and pious (her only three personality traits). Don’t even get me started on Margaret of Anjou’s obnoxious French accent (rofl- it turns into a German one by the end) and nonesensical sluttiness. Another fav part must be the one with Elizabeth Woodville offering to call up a fog at Barnet and Edward being something like ‘well you know, it’s true that they won’t see anything but neither will we. I don’t think you understand how important vision is in a battle’ (like damn straight why has no one even bothered to mention this). Overall, humorous characterisation is done best by someone so well-versed in the history as the author (K L Clark), because she really does a good job teasing out some jokes which only seasoned conoisseurs of this period would know e.g. the Countess of Salisbury’s attainder.

Prose: Probably the crowning virtue of this book. The author does not only aptly parody the portrayal of these figures in popular histfic, but she EVEN PARODIES THE PROSE. I couldn’t stop laughing whenever we got the ridiculously gratuitous smut extract - you know the ones where the author describes the act in such a ridiculous and metaphorical manner that you don’t even understand what’s happening. She also parodies the repetitive and long-winded tell-don’t-show prose with such mastery it gave me great satisfaction.

An example: “This all made Richard of Dickson sad because he loved his brothers, though he loved Edward more than he loved George. He also loved his cousin, Richard Lord Neville of Warwick. He loved him more than George but less than Edward. He also loved the Earl of Warwick’s daughter, Anne. A lot. He wished his brother had let him marry Anne against his wishes at the same time that George married Anne’s sister Isobel (also the Earl of Warwick’s daughter), though he handn’t let him marry her either, against his wishes or not. It was all making his heart ache so very much”

Not to mention the over-written prose: ‘A bag drips with the blood, hangs from the saddle of a horse whose animal innocence shields it from the horrors of its burden. Black hearted Clifford chortles as he rides, his prize, his gift, his paeon, his song to his mistress oozing, dripping calaminous blood’

I’ll stop now before I get accused of copyright (not sure how it works but oh well).

One last thing I will say is that each chapter varies in type of prose, sometimes it’s written as a play, a soliloquy, first person and sometimes even text messages and letters hahaha.

Overall, A massively chaotic but enjoyably written and quite intelligent hodgepodge. I may have revealed a lot in this review, but this does not even scratch the surface of the multitude of other gags you will find inside! Highly recommend for anyone already familiar with this period and with a sense of humour! Now excuse me while I go back and read something serious lmao

[lankylevi]

Rating: E Relationships: Levi Ackerman & Eren Jaeger Tags: Kinktober 2019, Smut, Top Levi, Bottom Eren Yeager, Halloween Costumes, Werewolves.

Summary: Chapter 1: Overstimulation with Werewolf Levi: Top Levi & Bottom Eren.

Note: It’s officially the 15th here which means this is finally getting posted! Overstimulation is this month’s poll winner and this is also written for @ererismutprompts costume party prompt! (If you want early access to all my works and wanna vote on what I should write next, consider becoming my patreon for only $1! (Link in bio))

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“I can’t believe I’m wearing this.”

“Your own idea backfired at you,” Jean snorted as Eren walked out of his room in a full sexy bunny costume. He didn’t even try to keep in his enjoyment and fell into a whole laughing fit while Eren tried to find a coat long enough so people wouldn’t think he was some type of hooker when they’d walk to the costume party.

Eren grumbled, “Since when are you even decent at Overwatch?” They had placed a bet, five games, the loser had to embarrass himself by wearing one of those slutty, pin up bunny costumes with huge ears to Hanji’s costume party on Friday. Meanwhile the other could just go as Batman.

“Since Armin taught me,” Jean said and Eren had to roll his eyes.

Armin, their mutual friend and the one who introduced them to Hanji, had been obviously flirting with Jean. And Jean cockily flirted back, but neither of them had the actual guts to make a move. “Just fucking date already.”

“Wha- me and Armin? You’re joking,” Jean feigned offense and Eren slapped him on his bicep.

“You better make a fucking move tonight or I’m telling.”

“So I take the attention away from your ass cheeks hanging out? Haha- Auw!”

Eren’s palm connected to the back of his roommate’s head as he glared at him. “Let’s just go and get this over with.”

At a quarter past eleven, they arrived at the party and Hanji eagerly opened the door to their apartment. Hanji was a chipper brunet, always acting like they were high on crack and tonight was no different.

“Welcome boys,” they slurred. The roommates already felt the vibrations of the music inside their chests and a wave of alcohol and weed hit them as Hanji leaned against the doorframe. “you’re smoking hot tonight.”

“Eren!” Armin wriggled his way through the dancing crowd, waving his hand enthusiastically, “Oh, and hi, Jean.” Of course, Armin would be dressed as Robin. As if they could be any more obvious.

Jean nodded and Eren waved back in response, shaking his head.

“Hanji, I think Levi needs your help.” Armin nudged their side with his elbow, “He’s about to make two girls cry.”

“Ugh, Leviiii.”

With that, Hanji disappeared back into the crowd and Armin showed them where they could hang their coats.

“Looks like Jean won, huh?” Armin said, trying to keep his snorts and giggles under control as Eren fumbled with the hem of his coat.

“‘S your fault. Look where your stupid crush got me.” Glaring, Eren finally got rid of the article of clothing after taking a long breath. No one would even bat an eye at him right now, he definitely wasn’t the only slutty something at this party. Fishnets also weren’t as comfortable as they looked and he was pretty sure half of the back of his costume had disappeared between his ass cheeks.

Armin chuckled, “Well, you look good. Maybe you’ll also... you know.”

“You can say “get laid” Ar,” Eren huffed, smirking when his best friend’s face got as red as a tomato. “What? You’re saying you’re not going on that horse cock tonight? Hahaha!”

“I swear to God, Eren,” Armin shushed him, “stop calling it a horse cock, I’m not a freak.”

Eren pressed his lips firmly together, trying to keep himself from bursting out laughing. “Right.” Armin wasn’t exactly the most vanilla person, he was in fact the reason why Eren had discovered some of his own kinks. Not together, no, no, they’d never. But Ar’s browsing history had revealed some of his own weird fetishes and that was how Eren actually found out there was this thing called ‘knotting’. Very sci-fi but hey, Armin couldn’t kinkshame him when he was into even weirder shit than he was.

All flustered, Armin dragged him through the dancing crowd till they found their usual group of friends. Mikasa was wearing a Marceline of Adventure Time costume while her girlfriend, Annie,  a Princess Bubblegum one; not looking entirely happy about it. It was cute though, cuter than the Batman and Robin Jean and Armin were trying to pull off while still convincing everyone there was nothing going on between them. Did they really think they were all blind?

Mikasa nodded at where Jean and Armin stood and Eren turned his head to see Horseface filling up Ar’s cup. Idiots, he thought before Annie couldn’t suppress the urge to comment on his outfit any longer. “Isn’t it a little too early for Easter?”

“That pink really evens out your bitterness, Annie.”

“Oeh-oh! What a burn.”

“Okay, easy you two,” Mikasa interrupted them for the millionth time. “Eren, go socialize with my cousin, he also lost a bet.”

Eren followed her stare and his eyes landed on a shirtless raven, angrily sipping on his cup. “Don’t mind if I do.” Did he seriously say that out loud?

“Gross,” Annie scrunched up her nose and Mikasa shook her head.

“Please don’t get it on with my cousin, Eren.”

“Why? Is he gay?” Eren looked at her expectantly with a wicked grin. Not caring to wait for her answer, he straightened his back and made sure to sway his hips a little as he strolled towards the shirtless man. Luckily his heels weren’t too high or he would’ve probably made a fool out of himself already. Please be gay, please be gay, please be gay.

“Oh, yes, he’s definitely not straight,” he mumbled to himself as he saw the raven’s eyes raking over his body while smirking with a raised brow. This meant he could go for his usual strategy; teasing, teasing and some more teasing.

Instead of walking straight at him, he went for a detour and grabbed himself some punch, making sure to stick out his butt as he filled his red cup with the green, witchy liquid. He looked over his shoulder, sending the raven a flirty grin before he turned on his heels and leaned against the nearest wall. He took small gulps of his drink, which actually wasn’t bad at all, kudos to Hanji taking extra bartending classes.

The raven still hadn’t moved from his spot, so Eren went to phase two. He side-eyed Mikasa’s cousin and while their eyes locked he seductively bit his lip as he ran a hand through his chocolate brown locks. Fucking finally. The raven walked towards him and while Eren was surprised by his short stature, he sure didn’t mind the perfect set of abs and scowl on his face. Emotional unavailability, count him in.

“So, what are you supposed to be?” Eren said while lowering his cup, not hiding the fact that he was eyeing him up and down like a piece of meat.

Rolling his eyes, the raven pointed at Hanji who was currently doing the limbo. “A werewolf, Hanji’s fault.”

“Where are your tail and ears then…?”

“Levi,” and he shook his head, “I left them at home. Plus, I’m supposed to be Jacob from that Twilight bullshit.”

“Ah, quality literature,” Eren nodded, chuckling under his breath before he took another sip of his drink. “All he did was walk around shirtless anyway and you’re certainly pulling it off.”

Levi scoffed and raised one of his brows, “I would almost think you’re hitting on me…?”

“Eren,” he smiled, “and so what if I am?”

“I’m not complaining,” Levi said and he took the brunet’s drink out of his hand, the brief skin to skin contact making the tips of Eren’s ears burn, and downed it in one go. “So, Eren.”

Clearing his throat, Eren tried to keep his composure as Levi sent him a toothy grin, he was gonna eat him alive wasn’t he? “Hmm?”

“I happen to like bunnies, so how about we go to my place?” The raven said and stretched an arm to touch Eren’s waist, gently digging his fingers into the soft skin. “Only to see my tail and ears of course.”

Gulping, Eren’s mouth went dry and he enthusiastically nodded his head as he felt the heat spread through his body and straight to his crotch. Embarrassing.

Within a matter of minutes, he found himself in the passenger seat of Levi’s car and the raven fastened his seat belt for him, whispering in his ear to behave if he wanted him to be nice. In all honesty, the thought of Levi fucking him roughly stirred him up more, making his cock strain against the confinements of his costume.

“Now be a good little bunny and sit still,” Levi smirked as he hovered over him before dipping down and hungrily clashing their lips together. Pants and moans spilled from the boy’s lips and he rutted his hips against Levi’s hand palming his cock. Eren whined in protest when the raven quickly pulled away before he slid in the driver’s seat. “Better not distract me while driving if you want to come tonight.”

Eren was almost certain he heard Levi purr when he wrung his hands together to keep them occupied and a shot of arousal slid up his spine. He really was gonna have him for dinner and nothing excited the brunet more.

With his legs wrapped around Levi’s waist, Eren didn’t pay any attention to where he actually was when he was slammed against the nearest wall. Levi’s tongue swiped roughly over Eren’s bottom lip and the raven ravished his mouth as he clawed at his clothes.

A surprised gasp spilled past the boy’s lips when Levi ripped his clothes with his nails and left a trail of shreds behind them as he was being carried down the hall to what he presumed was Levi’s bedroom. He was thrown on the bed and within seconds Levi hovered over him and pinned his hands above his head. “Little rabbit fell into my trap.”

Eren never thought he’d be into dirty talk, let alone roleplay, but with the pure animalistic lust Levi was treating him, he couldn’t help but get even more turned on. “Aren’t you going to be nice to me?” Eren bit his lip and Levi’s eyes went from soft grey to vibrant silver at his words.

“Not in the slightest,” Levi sent Eren another toothy grin and a wave of arousal coursed through Eren’s body at the sight. “You have a thing for my teeth?”

Pressing his lips firmly together and keeping himself from making embarrassing noises as he saw Levi swiping his tongue over the sharp edge of his canine, Eren nodded his head and shuddered under his hold.

“You won’t be able to keep quiet once I start having my fun with you, little rabbit,” Levi purred in his ear, rutting his hips so the fabric of his jeans slid roughly over Eren’s pink cock. Leaning down, he bit and sucked on one of Eren’s pierced nipples, rolling the bud between his teeth until the brunet was gasping and thrusting his hips up. “Sensitive? How cute.”

With every action and word Levi gave him, Eren felt his mouth go dryer and dryer and his cock grow impossibly harder. Pearly fluid leaked freely on his stomach, leaving a slick mess all over his chest as Levi hooked his hands under the back of Eren’s knees and pushed forward.

High pitched whimpers and moans spilled past Eren’s lips every time Levi darted out his tongue to lap over his sensitive hole. “L-Levi…” His voice came out shaking and broken as the raven wriggled his tongue past the tight ring of muscle and started thrusting it ever so slowly. Eren wasn’t going to last long.

As Levi bit into the round globe of Eren’s ass, the boy yelped and quickly succumbed under his touch as Levi slid one finger in slowly. He hummed at the tight heat with a smirk before planting another bitemark on the tanned skin. He added his tongue to the mess, alternating between pushing it deep into his ass as he hooked two fingers to spread his hole, and biting down onto his cheeks, close to breaking the skin.

With an angled thrust of Levi’s fingers, Eren tensed and cried out as thick ropes of come streaked over his red collarbones. His chest heaved, cock twitching as Levi milked his prostate dry and kept going until it left the boy completely shaking and blabbering, “L-Levi, I- I already came.”

“I know,” Levi said flatly, lapping over his hole again and angling his fingers, abusing the sensitive bundle of nerves inside Eren’s body until he started begging for him to stop. “Stop? I’m not even nearly done with you.”

Eren’s eyes blew wide at the words, cock growing hard again under the rough treatment of Levi’s tongue swiping over the seam of his balls and dipping into the slit. “I… can’t.”

“You’re a brave little human, you can take it,” Levi smirked as he shoved his nose into the neatly trimmed hairs at the base of Eren’s dick, taking in a deep breath. The action left Eren lost for words as the raven continued and unbuttoned his jeans to let his cock spring free.

It was nothing like Eren had ever seen in real life; Levi’s cock was slightly ribbed, thicker at the base and his cockhead had a pinkishly red sheen to it, just like the dildos he had seen on pornhub and both excitement and fear took over his body. He swallowed thickly, not knowing exactly what to say or do as the raven crawled closer and leaned down to leave a sloppy kiss just below his ear, “Never seen a real werewolf? Adorable.”

Eren’s world flipped upside down as he was pushed down onto his stomach, ass sticking up in the air. He immediately moaned at being so deliciously manhandled, previous worries left forgotten as Levi spread his cheeks and poured a decent amount of lube onto the crevice of his ass. He didn’t care at this point, he wanted to get fucked by Levi and his werewolf dick. Would he also have a knot?

With a slap on his ass, Eren yelped and looked back over his shoulder, blush turning crimson as Levi spanked him again. He was really hitting all of his kinks tonight and he didn’t even realize it.

“Stop thinking, brat,” Levi said as his palm connected to Eren’s ass cheek again, leaving a stinging burn in its wake before he slid three lubed up fingers inside the brunet. “I can smell you’re distracted, come back to me. All of you.”

Eren moaned loudly into the pillow as Levi grabbed his hips and buried his entire length inside of him in one smooth motion. The brunet felt every ridge and bump stroking across his walls with bruising force, clamping down on the thick cock. He got a well deserved minute to get used to his length and girth before the werewolf increased his pace slowly.

He felt everything, the claws digging into his hips, Levi’s cock moving in and out of his willing hole, his hot breath against his spine and his own cock roughly rubbing over the covers. Everything was too much and yet he wanted, craved more of Levi. An insatiable hunger he had never experienced before overrode all logical thought and he rocked his hips backward against Levi’s.

The sound of skin slapping on skin filled the room as Levi started moving with bruising force, letting the animal inside of him take over as the little human beneath him moved and moaned so willingly. “Uncover your mouth, let me hear your pretty noises, my brave rabbit.”

Eren titled his head slightly to the side, letting the werewolf’s ears pick up on the soft pants and moans he made as he buried himself deep inside his ass.

“Prepare yourself, boy.” Levi snarled, angling his hips to slam precisely against his prostate, turning Eren into a drooling, blabbering mess as the werewolf fucked him roughly.

Eren whined in overstimulation as his prostate was abused to the point his entire body trembled and tears rolled down his cheeks, feeling too good for words. He gasped at the sensation of Levi’s cock growing bigger, stretching his hole wider with each thrust.

With a deep rumble inside his chest, Levi launched forward and bit down on Eren’s nape, drawing blood, as he slammed his cock deep inside Eren. Knot growing to its full size, stretching the human impossibly wide, he came in the boy’s ass, painting his insides with thick ropes of his come.

He felt beyond full, cum and knot filling him up to the brim and when Levi’s teeth sank into his flesh, his second release crashed over him. He came untouched, cock twitching and spurting his come on his stomach and the covers. A sleepy smile spread across his face when Levi held his hips up as his body lost its final strength.

Completely satisfied, Levi planted a kiss on the back of Eren’s neck, whispering sweet praises in his ear as sleep washed over the little human. “My sweet Eren.”

It was dawn when Eren awoke, the sun peeking through the curtains. He was tucked in bed, clean, and with a pair of pajama pants on. The smell of tea and something sweet filling up his nostrils.

It took him a moment to recollect his thoughts, the vivid images of last night flashing before his eyes. As he stood, the heavy pain in his hips along with the purple bruises and red marks all over his body served as another reminder that all of it had been indeed, very real.

With a droopy grin, he got up from the bed and shuffled towards the source of the sweet, hearty smell, finding Levi sitting on one of the chairs in nothing but sweatpants and two sets of pancakes in front of him. Had he cooked breakfast?

Levi’s eyes shot up once Eren peaked his head past the doorframe and he instantly jumped up and wrapped his arms around the brunet’s waist. He held him gently, a purr rumbling in his chest as he nuzzled his nose in his human’s neck. “Morning.”

Overwhelmed by the sudden affection, Eren stammered, “Morning.” Levi was so gentle with him, a complete 180 compared to last night, but it honestly felt right? As if their bodies remembered each other from before and were finally reunited. Eren laughed under his breath, how silly of him.

[darkmindsotome]

Risque Rouge pt15

Tagging: @umbralaperture​ @otome-smut-queen @silver-fox-of-azuchi @tsundere-mitsuhide @jennacat84

General warnings for the whole fic: Angst, some fluff, Mental health issues, emotional things, trauma, blood, death and possible triggers. Please read responsibly. 

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Chapter 15

As plans went this had been perfect. It was an accident that could have happened at any time and in any part of the city. He was lucky to already know exactly where he could find a coach without its driver, all he needed was the perfect moment. Everything was arranged and it would have been considered simple bad luck that someone should be fatally crushed under the sheer force of the runaway horse dragging its carriage. It would have worked, should have worked.

Latour looked at the failure of what should have been a gloriously devastating demise. His eyes burned with hatred as he watched the female interact with the two men from his hiding place.

“Curses!” He hissed as his fist pounded the wall of the building before, he spun on his heel snarling as he walked away.

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This had to be an out of the frying pan into the fire moment. Evie watched the two men in a silent standoff feeling completely useless. It was true she had run and she was scared. Yes, Comte had been part of the reason for that but he hadn’t hurt her. She did wonder about his approach when they were at the café but not once in all the times, they had been together, was he anything less than pleasant and kind.

Evie was more than aware he had every right to be upset with her right now. Acting the way she had must have truly hurt him. She saw the pained look in his eyes when she reflexively slapped his hand away. There was more there though, he had a melancholy look that was complete forgiveness. It was as if he would accept anything no matter how much it hurt him as long as it was what she wished. It hurt.

While her chest constricted in the grip of a coiling serpent intent on crushing her the man blocking her spoke.

“What sneaky games are you trying to play with this girl? Are you not entertained enough?” There was a tangible threat from the man shielding her from Comte. He was speaking without formality which could have meant he didn’t care to be polite to a potential menace but the fact Comte called him by name must mean they knew each other.

“I am not playing games, sneaky or otherwise. Genevieve is my charge and in my care.” Comte was smiling that same smile he had on his face when talking to Arthur.

“Then why was she so terrified of you just now?” Napoleon moved slightly and Evie had visions of this entire situation going bad fast. She didn’t know if Comte was aware of the look on his own face or if it was a miscalculation on his part because right now it was more taunting than intimidating. For all the mistakes made so far, she didn’t wish to have one result in a fight in front of her. She broke free of the human barrier, with pain lancing up her leg and placed herself between the two men.

“Please stop.”  She gave a quick glance to Comte over her shoulder before turning to Napoleon. “Thank you, Monsieur, you rescued me.”

To say Comte was stunned would have been a very accurate description right now. This woman really did seem to swing on a pendulum to the point where she was hard to predict. He thought he had scared her and she would not go anywhere near him so why was she standing as if to protect him now?

“I only did what anyone would do.” Napoleon seemed to be equally perplexed looking at the sudden change in the woman who was basically a trembling mess only minutes before. His green eyes looked behind her quizzically towards Comte who didn’t know what to say.

He had felt and still did feel terrible for how he handled everything back at the café. Hindsight has a way of making every situation seem like a bad move and he already was well aware even without the help of reflection that his approach was a terrible choice.

“No, you did more because you were the one to risk yourself on my foolishness.” Evie lowered her head the trembling in her body was still very likely to make a repeat appearance but right now she was determined to make sure nothing else happened. “What this man says is true. I am in his care, he is my sponsor. It was true I was careless and running but…”

“Evie.” Comte’s voice was quiet. His eyes fell on the back of her lowered head in awe.

She was hurt she had been scared and still suffering the aftermath of everything that had been said and done. He could feel it, he felt her swirling emotions as strongly as if they were his own, the pain in her taking grip on his own body. Still, she was trying to smooth over a situation that was nowhere near as drastic as she thought it was. A wry smile formed on his face and his expression softened as he watched her. She was stronger than she knew and so beautiful. Napoleon didn’t miss the subtle interaction and looked at the young woman in front of him as if he just remembered something.

“So, you are the Mademoiselle from the mansion?”

“You know me?” Evie looked up her emerald eyes finding his clear jade green ones.

There really was something about this man, it was different from Comte and also different when compared to the other soldier in the mansion. It was a quiet dominance that gave subliminal weight to anything he did, even standing still talking with him projected the idea you were talking to a born leader.

“Of you. Sebastian informed me of a new guest and said that they were a lady.” The air around Napoleon felt much friendlier as it seemed the misunderstanding from before had all but been forgotten. Evie looked back at Comte. He said he would tell the rest of the guests himself, not that she wanted to pry into why Sebastian had been the one to inform this man instead.

There was obviously a little tension between the two men, it wasn’t bad, but it was certainly one that came from a place of respect rather than blind trust. It was very hard to explain and she didn’t even understand how she could feel something so slight from people she had just met.

Uncle had always said she was very sensitive and observant but this was more, it was a feeling that she instinctively didn’t question. People talk about intuition but that had always seemed a little off to her. Even with a strong intuition it was easy to second guess and lose yourself. This was a profound sensation and it was strange because it felt a lot like being more than one person at once in her own body.

“Genevieve this is Napoleon, he is also a guest of mine.” Comte issued the late introduction after the conversation finally seemed to allow for it.

“Is there anyone in Paris who is not a guest of yours?” Evie’s question was out long before her good sense could talk her out of it. Her eyes went saucer round and she clamped her hand over her mouth. “Erm…”

By this point, Comte was used to her little outbursts. Whilst they still had a tendency to catch him off guard, he was inclined to look upon her fondly rather than feel the desire to chastise her. Besides judging by her reaction and the way she was currently looking she was giving herself a much harsher lecture than he could. While Comte and Evie were looking at each other a loud eruption of laughter burst forth from Napoleon.

“Pff -- Bwahaha!”

“I’m sorry.” Evie muttered her apology flinching when Comte placed a hand on her shoulder. Noticing her reaction, he retracted his hand. The brief touch of warmth he felt freezing over as he felt the penalty strike him as he feared it would if he hurt her. He tried to ignore the way that information sat like a steel weight in his chest. Convincing himself he should be content with simply watching her.

“No don’t be I – hahaha – I’m glad to see the shock didn’t do any damage to your body or conviction. Haha pardon. I like how honest you are.” Napoleon was struggling to stop himself from continuing his peel of laughter his shoulders were still shaking as he tried to stifle it and speak.

“If we are finished here, I think it would be best to return home.” Comte interjected which seemed to help Napoleon gather enough power to get his laughter under control.

“Home?” Evie asked curiously before taking an interest in the people around them. The gathering of onlookers was a little smaller but she was very aware that even if they had returned to their previous tasks they were still glancing in her direction.

Still, when Comte said home he meant the mansion and there was a feeling of chilling dread that filled her chest as she thought of that. Could she go back there and cheat what she feared most in her mind? Would she avoid being the source of someone else’s pain or would she fail and have another torment to add to her collection?

“Yes, we need to tend to that ankle of yours.” Comte drew a little closer, sensing of her rising anxiety.

He wanted to take her hand as he had always done but she recoiled at his touch and he did not wish to be an added source of her discomforts. He hoped that his words could be enough reassurance to her and she would choose to come back. He tried to ignore the selfish desire he had to be alone with her once more. He wanted to apologise properly and allow for dialogue to once more be open between them. He knew how detrimental the passage of time could be as it passed by removing the opportunity to speak freely. The only survivor of the situation being the air of extreme awkwardness that hung like a cloud.

“I don’t really…” Evie hesitated and winced again the pain in her ankle silencing her.

Napoleon hadn’t pushed for details and he was not stupid enough to get in the middle of a lover’s quarrel. He could see the concern in Comte’s eyes as he watched the young girl with black hair. He had seen similar looks in the eyes of men on the battlefield. It was a look of understanding your fate is in the hands of another and acceptance that their actions would define the world to come.

The woman was curious, it wasn’t that he was immune to her charms he felt them keenly drawing him in. It made him instinctively wish to help her. It was strange and he had felt something similar when he had experienced meeting Comte for the first time.  He took a certain level of pride in being a good judge of character and he found her to be interesting, honest and trustworthy.

“I’ll join you as well as I was on my way back anyway.” Napoleon spoke up in response to the idea of returning. He had been on his way back anyway so it was of little concern to him if he travelled alone or with companionship. If his presence meant that the young lady should feel more settled than if she were to travel with only le Comte for company then he considered it his duty to do at least that much.

“Did you not ride into town?” Comte enquired feeling a deflated sensation taking hold of him.

“Not today.” Napoleon didn’t seem to care or notice the shadows crossing the amber eyes of the pure blood Count. He did, however, slip his arm around the waist of the injured girl. He did it in such a way that it was completely natural, a silent declaration of the fact this is where it should be. Evie could not find the words to protest and found her weight naturally leaning on the strong arm around her as Napoleon guided her towards the carriages.

Comte knew it was to support her and help her. He knew it was a purely platonic motion and there was nothing meaningful about it. Logically he knew all this and still a dark whisper in his mind had him questioning every small glance and muscle twitch between the two now walking in front of him.

“Well isn’t that splendid?”

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“So, it failed.” Amos sat mulling over the ill-fated news as he watched the foam dissolve on the head of beer in his glass.

“Yes. There was interference and the female found protection at the most inconvenient time.” Latour had appeared like a tempest and was working his anger out on a bowl of nuts crushing the shells in his bare hands, placing their contents to the side. He didn’t really like nuts, he didn’t really enjoy any human food anymore. It was all ash in his mouth.

Blood was all he craved to slate his thirst and fill his belly. Alcohol provided a change in pace, whilst providing natural cover from the passing observer. Cigarettes helped keep him busy, it was a throwback to his time as a human. Watching the curling smoke from the lit shredded tobacco, how it filled his lungs. It helped him focus, it helped him think and it blocked out some of the atrocious scents of the cattle around him.

“Not by the Reo’s doing?” Amos asked watching the bowl of mixed nuts grow empty. He was a little pleased that his disciple had learnt to vent his anger in a way that drew less attention to him. He remembered how troublesome it had been in previous years during training when he had been forced to keep a tight leash on him or risk exposure.

“No, it was another. One from the mansion although they are not part of the familia.” Latour reached a particularly stubborn walnut and after squeezing it towards its obliteration he finally seemed to relax.

“Did they suspect foul play?” Amos drank the dregs of his pint and scooped up a handful of the freshly shelled nuts on the table.

“No, My Lord” Latour confirmed what was possibly the only saving grace of the misadventure. Failure was not an option Latour knew it would spell the end of everything for him. His master had no use for tools that could not fulfil a task.

“Good, then there is still a chance we can approach the matter again.” Amos smiled the lamplight caught the very tip of his exposed fangs before he expertly moved his head playing it off as a trick of the light for anyone who might have seen it.

“What would you have me do?”

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Whiskey In The Desert

This was asked for my 500 followers celebration by the wonderful @snarledblack. And I know I'm not taking the requests in chronological order but I felt very inspired by this one, and I know our dear Scarlett is going through a Logan crisis so I had to do this one first. Hope you're not disappointed Lette ;)

The prompts that were asked for Logan are (honestly, this is such an awesome pick!!):

3. "I think we're fucked."

10. "I'm just trying to protect you."

24. "Nice hat."

48. "I can't believe you've just punched me!"

I love writing Logan in Westworld, so here we go...

I hope you all like this. The prompts are written in italic. Although there's quite a lot of swearing and allusions to sex (still no smut though) because... it's Logan, people!

Gif not mine (but hell, I love this one...)

Word count :4553

Logan spent two days looking for you throughout the little town. Or well, he spent most of the past two days looking for you. He also had sex quite a lot and got drunk but that was another story. Let's say that during the moments when he had his trousers on and was (more or less) sober, he was looking for you.

During his three last trips to Westworld he had used you as a partner to get through missions and storylines he knew he couldn't handle on his own. And you were extremely good at shooting robots, so you were basically, on a strategic point of view, a wise partner to choose. You were also clever, and didn't turn your tongue twice in your mouth before speaking (which had gotten the two of you in trouble once or twice already) and he liked that about you. He liked the fact that you were dangerous and strong. He liked the fact that you were honest and always spoke your mind. He was used to people who didn't dare to contradict him, you were refreshing. Or well, that's what he kept on telling himself. Because deep down he knew that he wasn't looking for you just because you were skilled with a rifle and had a sharp tongue.

Actually, he liked you.

Perhaps it was a bit more than 'liking', but let's not push things too far for now... It was already a big deal for him to admit that he enjoyed your company and earnestly wanted to see you, let's not force him into deepest and darkest confessions for now.

Anyway, the fact that he wanted to see you and try to convince you to accompany him on a dangerous storyline once more was the reason why he was standing there, leaning against a banister, watching people as they walked through the busy and dusty street. He took a bite into the apple he had in his hand, still looking for you, although he was starting to wonder if you would be here this time. After all, he didn't have your number or anything of the kind in the real world. He had just told you that he would be back right before spring, and that if you wanted to partner with him again, he would be happy to do so. You hadn't explicitly agreed to come back to Westworld while he was there. You had merely shrugged and given him an elusive 'we'll see', before getting on the train that had taken you back to your daily life and... He hadn't spoken to you in four months. Which didn't mean that you had been away from his thoughts for four months, on the contrary... he often had trouble sleeping...

He shook himself out of his thoughts, deciding to grab a drink in the nearest dark saloon he could find. But then a piece of brown clothing caught his eye. It disappeared in a flash as quickly as it had appeared at the corner of his dark chocolate eyes but he looked in that direction more carefully.

A grin appeared on his lips at the sight of you standing there...

You were wearing your usual brown trousers and white shirt, a brown jacket covering your shoulders. He smiled at the sight of your brown hat and leathery gloves as you hopped off of the back of your horse, your high boots already covered with dust.

He strode towards you, throwing his apple away, burying his hands in his pockets, a crooked smirk on his face.

He leaned against the banister right behind you while you attached your horse.

"I was starting to think that you wouldn't come," he said.

You froze at the sound of his voice, slightly startled, but when you turned towards him, you were raising an eyebrow.

"I arrived yesterday and you were nowhere to be found," you replied, resting your fists on your hips.

"I arrived two days ago," Logan replied.

You shrugged.

"I guess we must have missed each other. How good was the fucking?"

He smiled, amused.

"Very good, thank you for asking," he replied, crossing his arms before his chest. "Should I return the question?"

"I used my time here in a much more efficient way, clearly," you shook your head. "I think I found my next storyline."

"Your next storyline?" he asked, raising a surprised eyebrow. "I thought we were partners for this kind of things."

"Perhaps I found someone else as a partner while you were having fun with your lovely robots."

He frowned hard.

"What?!" he asked, and suddenly he wasn't laughing at all, his tone now deadly serious.

You took off your gloves, lowering your head to hide your content smirk. You loved making Logan jealous...

"I don't know who to choose actually, it's a very risky mission," you tortured him. "And this guy seems to fit the job perfectly."

"Hey! I waited for you here for two fucking days! Are you serious?! I thought we were a team you and I!"

But then you looked up at him again, and he read in your mischievous eyes and crooked smile that you were just joking.

"Hahaha! Very funny..." he mumbled grumpily.

"Oh, come on, Logan. Don't be such a pouting baby!"

He narrowed his eyes at you.

"Baby? Really now?"

You took a step towards him, laughing, before staring at his intense dark eyes that made your heart skip a beat everytime.

"It's good to see you again, by the way," you smiled an earnest smile, offering him your open hand.

A smile formed on his lips as well.

"It's good to see you too, partner," he shook your hand.

You both exchanged an earnest smile... and hell, you had missed this crooked smile of his...

"Want a drink while I explain you our next adventure?" you offered.

"How could I refuse a drink with such a beauty?"

You laughed his remark away... hoping he wouldn't notice that you were blushing.

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 "Robbing a bank? That's your wonderful idea? To rob a fucking bank?"

Logan was looking at you with round eyes.

"Why are you making this face? It's not as if we could get killed or something," you tried to convince him."

"That's an awful idea. I have no clue how to rob a bank!"

"The purpose is not the bank. The purpose is what is offered to us if we rob the bank."

"And what could that be?"

"A wonderful ride through Indian territories."

"No one goes there, except if you want to be scalped!"

"They can't scalp us. We would be looking for an old man with a very strange story of Indian treasure or I don't know what but it doesn't matter. Come on! We've never been there!"

Logan heaved a defeated sigh. You looked so excited, how could he refuse?

"Alright but let's be clear, it's an awful idea," he said.

You shrieked in excitement, throwing your arms around his neck and giving him a peck on the cheek.

"Thanks!" you grinned.

He chuckled at your silly behaviour.

"So where is this bank of yours?"

You unfolded a map on the bar, pushing your glass of whiskey further away from you.

"We're here," you said pointing at the map. "And we need to go there," you added, your finger sliding upon the worn-out paper to a little town further West.

"It'll take us... at least two days," Logan nodded.

"Yep."

"We'll need to take a look at that bank from the inside."

"Yep."

"Where are we supposed to meet your friends?"

"Further North, just before the Indian lands."

"I have a bad feeling about the whole thing," Logan sighed, emptying his glass of whiskey.

"What now? Would my partner be afraid?"

"Me? Afraid? Never, sweetheart."

You exchanged a mischievous smile, before leaving the saloon to buy all the goods you would need for your journey West.

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 Logan was trying hard not to laugh. You didn't look ridiculous of course, you actually looked stunning in your dark blue dress, but it was so unnatural for him to see you in lady's clothes that he choked on his coffee, and his first reaction was to burst in laughter.

It was the only way for him to explain his rushing heart. He was just laughing too much.

Of course... of course...

You rolled your eyes, sitting across him at the table.

"Come on, Logan. You've never seen a woman in a dress before?"

"I've never seen you in a dress before, no."

"And you find it so funny that you're feeling obliged to spit your coffee all over the table."

"You do look funny... and sexy," he added the last part in a hushed whisper that you couldn't hear.

"Well, if I look so funny, why don't you go inside that bank to take a look around?"

"Because let's be honest, no one is going to suspect a very respectable Lady, but they will suspect a very sexy lad."

"Who is that lad by the way? Found a new partner to add to our team."

"Very funny," he replied, his voice full of sarcasm.

"We should go," you said, standing up again.

"You don't want to eat something?" he asked, picking up some bread.

You accepted the piece of bread he was offering you.

"Are you nervous?" he asked, and his voice wasn't teasing anymore, it was actually kind.

"A bit."

You walked into the street, advancing slowly towards the bank.

"You'll be just fine. You're not going to rob the bank this time. This time, you just take a look around. And I'll be right across the street. It'll be fine."

You nodded, but it didn't make the lump in your throat disappear.

You put on your little blue hat that went with your dress, and you noticed Logan's little smile.

"What?"

"Nothing... just... Nice hat."

You rolled your eyes, striding towards the bank and leaving a laughing Logan behind you.

It was a little town, so the bank was very little. You guessed that there was only one chest. You walked inside the dusty building. There were two employees inside, at the back of the room. Nothing was protecting them, they were merely sitting behind a long desk that looked a bit like a bar. The thought made you slightly smile.

There was no one with a gun in there, except customers. But even them were not particularly well armed, just a gun at their belt. You took several steps inside, searching for the chest, and noticed a wooden door behind the two employees. You reckoned that the chest was beyond that door.

The man behind the desk smiled at you, and you approached him, ready to use your most innocent tone.

"I'm really sorry to disturb you," you said shyly. "I'm looking for a hotel or... a place where I could spend the night with my husband."

You tried to peer behind the desk, but you couldn't see anything.

"The saloon is a bit further down the street, Ma'am," the young man answered. "I'm sure they can find you a room for the night."

"Thank you very much for your help."

"It was my pleasure."

You smiled politely, before walking out of the bank again. Logan was standing there, leaning against the wall of a house that seemed ready to crumble. You strode directly towards him.

"So?" he asked as you reached him.

"No guards. I didn't see any weapons, but I couldn't see anything behind the desk. I think I know where the chest is though."

"How many guys work in there?"

"Two."

"A real piece of cake then," he smiled.

You smiled back at him, with both apprehension and excitement messing with your stomach.

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 He looked at you with worried eyes. You looked nervous. You were never nervous. You and him had attacked convoys, and you hadn't flinched, you had played poker with the filthiest men in Westworld with a bright smile on your face... but all of a sudden you were nervous, and it wasn't a reassuring sight.

"You're okay?" he asked. "Don't tell me you're nervous."

"I am."

Logan rolled his eyes.

"You're the one who persuaded me to do this."

"You weren't hard to convince."

"I'm the one to take care of the employees, you just have to keep the customers on the ground."

"I know what I have to do, Logan, thank you."

"Let's get rid of this."

"You don't seem particularly relaxed either," you replied.

He gave you a smirk.

"Are you kidding? I'm enjoying myself," he said, hiding his rifle under his jacket.

"I'm happy for you," sarcasm oozing from your voice.

"Come on, Y/N! Let's go rob this fucking bank!" he said, striding towards the building and pulling his headscarf before his mouth and nose.

You heaved a sigh, covering your mouth as well and followed him.

You had a bad feeling about this...

But before you could protest, Logan had walked into the bank and was already shooting at the ceiling.

"Come on, listen up, morons!" Logan shouted while you walked in, pointing your rifle at the few customers. "We are robbing the bank!"

He jumped on the other side of the desk, but one of the employees grabbed something under the desk.

The gunshot pierced the air, echoing throughout the building. And the eyes of the young man grew wide as he wasted all his bullets on Logan, who merely turned towards him, his eyes shining with an amused smile.

"Are you done?" he asked as the young man kept on pulling the trigger but no detonation were heard anymore. "I'm sorry, but I don't really like being shot."

The next second, the young man's head was exploding in shreds of bones and red blood.

Logan turned to the other man again.

"Open the chest, please, or else you'll be the next to repaint the walls in red."

The poor man nodded, standing up and grabbing the keys to open the door, and then the chest in a hurry.

Logan peered at you, checking that you were alright. But your hands were not shaking around your rifle, he guessed that adrenaline had made your nervousness disappear.

Despite his shaking hands, the employee handed Logan the bag full of money. You and Logan exchanged a nod, before walking towards the exit again.

But when you opened the door, you were met by a dozen of fully armed men. Logan froze next to you.

"I think we're fucked," he said softly.

But you couldn't reply, as someone was jumping on you from behind, making you fall to the ground.

Luckily Logan was by your side, and pushed the man away, before casually shooting him.

"Don't move!" the sheriff of the little town cried.

"Sorry? Didn't hear that one?" Logan asked back, helping you to get back on your feet.

When he spoke again, he whispered so that only you could hear him.

"You're okay?" he asked softly.

"I'm fine," you nodded.

"We run towards the horses on the left, I cover you."

"I can shoot."

"Could you just do what I say for once?"

"I can shoot."

He rolled his eyes, but didn't contradict you again.

You both took a step outside.

"Don't move!" the sheriff cried again.

Logan merely waved at him, and you both walked towards the left.

You heard the detonations, but no bullet reached you. You had almost reached the horses when the first men started to run towards you. Logan and you shot them simultaneously.

"Run!" Logan urged you, giving you the bag full of money while he focused on the sheriff and his men who had all started to hurry towards you.

You sprinted towards the horses, climbing on one and guiding the two animals closer to Logan.

Seconds later you were both riding as fast as you could away from the city. But no one was following you.

After half an hour of riding, you finally stopped and both you and Logan dismounted.

Logan pulled the headscarf away from his face and picked up the bag, a grin appearing on his face.

"I had never robbed a bank, but I have to admit that it was fun!" he said, smiling at you. "Perhaps we should do this more often."

"We need to give the money to my contacts," you said, taking the bag from him again.

"Y/N! Why are you so grumpy today! That was fun!"

"I want to go cross the border to Indian..."

"... Territories, yes, I know," he rolled his eyes. "Then let's go see these men you've met. You won't let me celebrate until you've seen them again anyway."

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 Logan was getting annoyed. He had no patience when people were late and you knew it.

"Could you stop pacing?" you sighed.

"I hate it when people are late," he complained.

"I know, but it won't make them come faster if you drive me insane."

Logan stopped his pacing, heaving a sigh.

But he didn't have to wait for much longer, as soon the sound of hooves coming towards the two of you were echoing in the canyon.

You swept the sweat away from your brow, the heat killing you. Six men appeared and entered the canyon.

"How many men were supposed to come?" Logan asked softly, whispering in your ear.

"Two."

You exchanged a glance, before taking your rifles.

"Y/N!" the blond man called Daniel you had met a few days before smiled. "How did it go?"

"Well enough," you nodded.

He looked at Logan for a while.

"You were supposed to come alone."

"And you were supposed to come just with your guide."

Daniel smiled a devious smile.

"Let's make the exchange then."

You took the bag, but the man spoke again.

"What's your name?" he asked your partner.

"Logan."

"Logan, you seem to be a fine rascal. Would you like to have a part of the cake?"

You looked at Logan.

And you saw him shrugging.

"Why not?"

Your eyes widened.

"Then get rid of her, and you'll have your share of the money."

Logan looked carefully at the six men. But as he weighed his chances, he realized that there was no chance that the two of you could shoot all of those men before one of their horses had knocked you down. And he couldn't take the risk that you could be hurt...

He nodded slowly, turning towards you.

"Logan?" you said softly, your eyes wide as you backed away from him.

He grabbed your arms and pulled you towards him. You resisted at first, but soon he had pinned you against the red rocks of the cliff.

You wanted to cry.

"Stop!" he whispered. "They're too many."

You froze.

"Trust me," he whispered against your ear.

He turned towards the outlaws.

"You wouldn't have a rope, by any chance."

Your eyes went round again.

Did he really intend to attach you and leave you there on your own?

"Logan, don't do that," you breathed.

You seemed terrified, but he gave you a warm smile and a wink, before turning towards the men again.

"So? You have a rope."

The blond man smiled, and you started to fight again as he helped Logan to tie you up.

"LOGAN!" you roared, furious now.

He heaved a sigh. You weren't making things easy...

"Take her water, and her horse," Daniel ordered.

"She'll die in such heat," Logan protested. "We can just leave her here and go. By the time she frees herself, we'll be far away."

But the thug pressed his knife against Logan's throat, and you had to admit that you hadn't seen this one coming.

"Well, well... look at what we've got here? A softie?"

Logan grinned.

"You'll regret saying that."

"Will I?"

"For sure you will."

"I don't trust you."

"Good, I don't trust either."

"Tie him up too."

Logan pushed him away, reaching for his rifle, but he was hit on the head before he could use it.

"Logan!" you cried as he fell on the ground.

Seconds later, you had a handkerchief in your mouth to make sure you could not speak, and Logan was tied up behind you, your hands tied together against your backs.

"Take their horses, but leave them a bottle of whiskey," the blond man laughed, turning around and heading back towards the desert. "Goodbye, Y/N, it was a pleasure!"

The second they had left you and Logan, you tried to call his name, although your voice was shushed and your words transformed by the piece of clothing in your mouth. You heard Logan moaning.

"That's gonna leave a bruise," he complained.

You sighed in relief at the sound of his voice.

"You're okay?" he asked, clearly concerned.

You nodded.

"I told you I had a bad feeling about this one."

"Um ou."

"Sorry? Didn't get that one."

"Um ou!" you repeated more loudly, but you couldn't form the words correctly because of the gag.

"Try to make some effort, for goodness' sake!"

"UM OU!"

"No, still not good enough."

You felt Logan struggling against the rope.

"I ea on od I ill ou!"

"I can judge at the sound of your tone that you're mad but I really can't understand. So stop wasting your energy insulting me and help me take these ropes off of our wrist."

You mumbled more incoherent gibberish before helping him with the ties.

After a long while, Logan finally managed to free one of his hands, and he quickly freed you as well. You threw the handkerchief away and spun to face him.

"FUCK YOU!" you roared.

Logan smirked.

"Oh, I wouldn't say no if you really wanted to fuck me but..."

He couldn't finish his sentence as your clenched fist collided with his cheekbone. He staggered backwards, completely shocked.

"I can't believe you've just punched me!" he protested, taken aback.

"You fucking bastard! You were ready to abandon me here!" you went on shouting.

He stroked his painful cheek, glaring at you.

"Are you kidding me?!" he replied, raising his voice as well. "I'm just trying to protect you!"

"By abandoning me here, in the middle of nowhere?!"

"Yes! Then you would be free to come and rescue me!"

"RESCUE YOU?! You would have been free!"

"No, I would have been following them, it's not the same thing!"

"Don't play the hero, you were just trying to get rid of me!"

"Of course not! What are you talking about? I waited for you for two days, remember?!"

"How could you think about leaving me here!? We're supposed to be a team!"

"Yes, and we're supposed to take care of each other, and that's exactly what I was trying to do!"

You moved to hit him again, but this time he caught your fist, and he pinned you against the cliff again.

"Don't you ever leave me like that again!" you ordered, and he could see withheld tears in your eyes.

For some reason, the sight of you sad made his heart ache.

"I thought we were friends," you said, and your voice sounded betrayed.

"We are friends," he said calmly. "And I was just trying to protect you. I wanted to keep those men away from you. So now, please, stop trying to punch me."

He freed your hand, but remained mere inches away from you, and you were still trapped between the red stone and his warm body. It was harder for you to breathe all of a sudden.

"I thought I was more than just someone you used to get through a storyline," you breathed.

"You are," he nodded.

He cupped your cheek. Your eyes were hypnotic, and your skin so soft against his long fingers...

"You're much more than that. Why do you think I wanted to see you again the last time we left? Why do you think I waited for you in this stinky town for two days?"

You couldn't look away from his dark eyes, you were like hypnotized by them.

"I'm not the kind of woman you can fuck and leave in the morning after," you said.

"I had noticed that," he nodded, his lips slowly approaching yours.

"You don't know what you're doing, what you're getting yourself into..."

"Probably not. But that's the thing between you and I, right? We keep the most dangerous adventure to live together."

"I don't know if you mean that or if you're just full of shit."

He smiled, the tip of his nose brushing against yours, making you gasp.

"Probably a bit of both," he whispered.

But you couldn't reply as he crushed his lips to yours, holding your face in his large hands. You didn't resist for long before granting him free access to your mouth, holding on his collar and pulling him down to you, trying to be even closer to him.

When he finally pulled away, both of you out of breath, his lips dived to your neck, and he started to trace a long line of kisses and love bites from the base of your neck up to your earlobe, making you softly moan.

And hell, he could seal a deal with the devil itself to be able to hear that moan of yours again.

"Logan..."

"Shut up. I know what you're going to say, don't say it."

"Are you sure it's a good idea?"

He bit lovingly your earlobe, making you both gasp and moan.

"See, you said it..." he sighed, biting your neck and licking the spot his teeth had reddened.

"Logan..."

"I heard you."

"Answer then."

He looked at you again, running his hands through your hair.

"It's probably a bad idea," he nodded. "But I want to do it anyway."

You struggled to swallow back the lump in your throat.

"If I give you my phone number, will you call me? Once we're back to our real lives?"

He smiled, nodding.

"I promise," he swore, and you knew he meant it.

You nodded, a smile forming on your face.

"Don't make me regret this."

"You know I won't."

You pulled him down to you, tugging on his hair slightly and he groaned in pleasure, pressing you harder against the cliff.

When you finally unsealed your lips again, you both grinned, and he finally freed you from his embrace.

He bent down to pick up the bottle of alcohol on the ground.

"Well, at least we have whiskey!" he said, grinning, and he opened the bottle. "Cheers!"

He drank a large gulp, before handing you the bottle, and you drank as well.

"I guess we don't really have a choice," he said, pointing at the desert before the two of you. "We have to go back to the village where they want us dead."

"We have seen more... optimistic odds."

"We have seen some that were much worse as well. Remember that guy with the dog? I really thought that this crazy animal was going to eat my balls."

"I wouldn't have complained by then, but now I might be interesting in you keeping them."

"That is very generous of you."

You both laughed, before starting to walk towards the desert, carrying the whiskey in your hand.

And Logan was holding your fingers in his...

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the signs as people i know irl 👀

aries male: really chill and into streetwear, lowkey a huge romantic that asked me for help on where to get candles for his girlfriend +! cares about his friends a lot. MORE EMOTIONAL THAN HE LETS ON!!!!! however, i also know an aries male with the biggest ego ever, who's a dick and not very loyal. thinks he's the king of. everything and is in general a No aries fem: TOUGH!!!!!!! this girl is tough!!!!!!! and also v vvv cute like. has the most muscular body ever and is the best. she loves big tits and is the bluntest person i've met. very protective though, and not to be angered. EASILY RILED!! but is still cute when riled/ angry (as long as it's not at you) taurus male: very. maley. eats ALOOTTTTTTTT all the taurus guys i know are all very tall?? hm strange. has a bad sense of humour but is one of my good friends in school. uses "cock" and "penis" a lot. likes to admire female legs! very maley, sings terrible renditions of firework by katy perry. also best friends with a tall dude and a tall non-dude. they're a very cute trio taurus female: is scary. deadass scary. not well liked by a lot of people, but is actually quite soft on the inside. has a conscience!! but really doesn't seem like she does. picks fights easily, DO NOT THREATEN HER UNLESS YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH. however also once showed me her bra strap because it was lacy and nice to touch gemini male: looks like a quiet kid, is actually ambitious, SHADY, a ladies' man and quite sensitive. honestly not well liked by other dudes because he's kinda a dick sometimes. gets scared by rebels and gangsters lmaO easily intimidated and jumps to conclusions about people very easily! gemini fem: THE CUTEST, super Blur sometimes but is actually really really good at math. eats very very messily, wants to have 17 jobs in the future. easy to fall in love with, easy to fall out of love with. seems like a bimbo IS NOT she is smart, doe eyed and hilarious. loves crocodiles and is a die hard romantic cancer male: A DICK that has to Sort out his emotions and stop them from hurting people he gets close to!! very sociable, i'm friends with him too. a bit vain but not as bad as egoistic aries. his b.o after he exercises is potent enough to kill a horse. gives sound advice if he doesn't feel the need to be cool cancer female: very very very pretty, laughs and smiles very prettily! but not the fake type, the very glowy type. into lame puns and sarcastic replies. AVOIDS CONFRONTATION LIKE NOBODYS BUSINESS, but doesn't beat around the bush!! also a No to opening up. at all. but writes very sweet cards and is very sweet and lovely LIKES FOOD AND LOOKING AT PRETTY GIRLS leo male: is actually really fun to tease, funny once you get past his lameness. complies easily, but has his own limits too. his deepest darkest secret was that he shaved his eyebrow off when he was 6 and had to fill them in with an eyebrow pencil for a while. leo fem: VERY SWEET AND NASTY OMg,,, she's so soft but so terribly into smut i swear it's scary. she's super caring and hilarious and straightforward as Fuck. nerds out with you and buys you the nicest things!! pays the nicest compliments and is super generous with them. one of my favourite people virgo male: a bit............... emo at times, really eats a lot. is kinda lazy and sometimes banks on his existing skills to get him by? is sometimes hopelessly deluded, and is into top. really thoughtful about the people he's close to though! and a bit fickle minded. eats way too much virgo fem: HARDWORKINGGGGG, superstitious and everything she wears suits her and the way she does her outfits is a Yes! from me. deserves all the good grades, is one of the most worried people i know. SENSIBLE IF NOTHING ELSE and knows what's good for her and what's not. very cute personality, has her life planned quite well, BUT BUYS SMALL ASS KEYCHAINS FOR $19 EACH libra male: competitive!!!!!! easily worked into a frenzy HAHAHA. quite charming although i don't know why, used to be called a pretty boy! is very studies oriented, but is also a fuckboi. gives terrible advice if he wants to seem cool, but is actually good to study with. a friend of mine and actually less of a dick than what people give him credit for libra fem: nicer than what people give her credit for, easily a push over. sees the good in people and doesn't care much about reputations. very lovely until she realises her kindness has been taken advantage of, then she becomes a bit scary and cold towards everyone. takes past experiences as a learning point and also is quite blur at times! tends to digress a lot and deviate from her point. a good teacher though, and explains things well enough! scorpio male: very lazy, smart and athletic though! irritating to argue with, uses illogical points to piss you off on purpose even though he knows it doesn't make sense. uses 'so?' a lot. is cute though, and has very funny reactions to things. is very simple minded, and straightforward. has no airs about him, is very genuine scorpio fem: a big fat NO, hates everyone like really EVERYONE, into american white boy bands, thinks violence is the answer to a lot of things, has an edgy obsession with knives. doesn't know what's good for herself, is a bit deluded and overestimates herself sometimes. but caring, and takes a long time for her to come out of her shell. also uses 'so?' alot sag male: hilarious, genuinely hilarious. could not give a single shit about the greater good, is offensive all the time. animated, and doesn't know what to do with his life. SMART but doesn't seem like it. good judge of character, and someone that makes you feel more comfortable in uncomfortable situations. a good guy underneath many many many layers, and cares for his close friends through small small actions. sag fem: pure evil. just. fucking EVIL. the most two faced Bitch i have ever met, defamed scorpio f but still managed to manipulate her into becoming friends again???v¿???¿ terrible, would throw your expensive shoes into the pool or bury your shoes and blame it on someone else. no courage to own up to her shit either, so really just an annoying bastard that has gotta go cap male: TALL, is very emotional. looks aloof and like a fuckboi but is pretty aight. good insights on things and is a chill guy to hang out with. does stupid things sometimes, is good with words. very similar to aqua fem,, doesn't like to be wrong but considers two options and has an open mind. judgmental though hm cap female: is flustered easily and is hilarious!! tall, but a gentle giant who's honestly so nice to be around. emotional, i've seen her cry several times. but very obsessed with sloths and big tits, likes to look swag !! which she is. super open, talks about sex and porn in a hilarious manner, best friends with cancer f and aries f aqua male: EMOTIONALLLL, and constantly salty about the past 👀 nice to talk to, takes the initiative sometimes as well. goes through alot, is the living embodiment of needing constant emotional support. always constantly salty about the past, talks to many many girls. guys don't like him aqua female: fuckin weird, like just. fucking weird. honestly is Not likeable because she does some of the stupidest things but is actually a sweetheart deep down. shrouds her emotions well enough, means everything she says. likes to have an Open Mind, also tries to play things in her favour quite a lot. one of my closest friends though! and is very content with the small things pisces male: ho BOIIIII the most extra lamest motherfucker there is. hilarious, has the biggest reactions to things and is also a True Brother. very caring towards the people he cares about, and is the typical "i'll teach my son how to pick up girls but my daughter ain't allowed to date till she's 30" kinda guy. good looking and @ first looks like his ego is Sky high but it's not, really. dabs a lot, A HYPEBEAST pisces female: eek. beats around the bush a lot, doesn't like letting people down so she sometimes twists truths and tries to subtly hint at stuff. complete opposite of straightforward. docile! and compliant! rule abiding as well, does not like it when people call her out in the slightest. but a sweet girl overall, and is very appreciative of everyone around her !