#proud gay papa

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✨Ducks✨

They exist in every universe 🦆

@emjayeingray brought the Idea to mind and I couldn’t resist to bring them to live

So enjoy looking at Dirius and Demus the freshest ducks in the pond being greeted by Darry and Dames

Look at the proud Papa 🥹🦆

@steveahoi (I couldn’t resist sorry😂)

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Oh god he's a not so proud papa

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Propaganda

Irene Papas (Tribute to a Bad Man, Electra, Zorba the Greek)—"From the opening shot of Michael Cacoyannis's Electra, as the proud, implacable face emerges from encroaching shadows, it becomes impossible to imagine anyone else as Euripides's heroine. Erect, immutably dignified, dark eyes burning fiercely beneath heavy black brows, Irene Papas visibly embodies the sublimity of classical Greece, tragic yet serene." -Philip Kemp (film critic) Also she's a a badass.

Vivien Leigh (Gone with the Wind, A Streetcar Named Desire)—Leigh is exceptionally beautiful. To quote Garson Kanin, Leigh was "a stunner whose ravishing beauty often tended to obscure her staggering achievements as an actress. Great beauties are infrequently great actresses—simply because they don't need to be. Vivien was different; ambitious, persevering, serious, often inspired." She was an actor's actor, one of those big old-school theatre dames, full of drama and temper.

This is round 3 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Irene Papas:

An amazing actress and singer, some may say a literal Greek goddess. Fought against military dictatorship in her home country and had an affair with Marlon Brando.

She literally played Helen, the most beautiful woman in the world in Greek mythology, what more could you want

Vivien Leigh propaganda:

"I submit this gifset--help she is so beautiful and tragic"

"Extremely versatile, absolutely beautiful features and a wonderful resting bitch face if needed."

"She has such a range of character types that she could fit any favorite type of woman. And have you seen her in the Red Dress? with her cocked eyebrow???"

[Linked GwtW gifset]

"She played one of the most famously unlikable characters in cinema history and knocked it out of the park."

"Vivien Leigh vs every established and wannabe actress on Earth- grand slam winner for Scarlett O'Hara and won the oscar. Ultimate power couple with hottie finalist Laurence Olivier. I am just on my knees for that arched eyebrow and smouldering look."

"She’s just mmm the PASSION behind her performances is palpable, she’s so beautiful and elegant and amazing and yeah"

"look at her. im a gay man and im in love with her"

[ourfatherwhoartinhell]

My 67 year old mother watched RHRN for the first time last night. I thought I would share some gems that came outta that:

Her: "He doesn't actually... that's not how he actually talks is it?" Me: "No no. Just imagine a Swedish dude, speaking English, pretending to be Italian." Her: "Oh, so that's why he sounds annoying. Ok!"

Her: "....is he gay?" Me: "No, he's married and has kids." Her: "Do his kids know what he does for a living? Can you imagine at school: 'My dads a firefighter, my dad's a doctor, my dad's a paramedic.. my dad's a satanic cult leader!' "

More below the cut!

*After If You Have Ghosts* Her: "Ok, that song was reaaaaalllyy pretty. I really liked that. He did a really good job." Me: "You hated it when I played it before." Her: "Yeah well... I don't actually like Ghost, so."

Her: "I know that one is Mountain, and there's a Swiss, and a Rain... cause every time I open the fridge to make a sandwich, or it's raining outside I'm reminded." Me: "I'm so proud. You're only missing the two guitarists." (She only likes the ghouls... don't come for me) Her: *Very confidently* "Alpha and Omega!" Me: "Um..." Her, laughing: "...no? Wrong era?" Me: "Phan–" Her: "PHANTOM! And the angry one I can never remember."

*Copia standing next to Dew* Her: Wow, he's really small isn't he? Me: Who? Dew or Copia cause either one would be an accurate observation.

Her: "Is he wearing contacts?" Me: "Yeah just the one, the white one." Her: "I just noticed." Me: "........... you JUST noticed?!" Her: "Only cause it's up close!" Me: "I hate to blow your mind.... but ALL the Papa's have a white eye. Even Nihil (her fav)" Her: "Really 👀 ?!"

Her: "Huh..." Me: "What?" Her: "I just noticed they have horns."

Her: "I think his pants are my favourite part about him." Me: "You just like the crotch corset." Her: "Nooo.... He has a nice ass too." *moments later* Her: "Why can't the ghouls have tight pants?!"

Her: "Don't their helmets ever fall off? Y'know when they start gettin into it, do they ever just 'whoops!' "

Her: *Sitting on the couch, humming, dancing and tapping her foot to Spillways* Me: I thought you didn't like Ghost?? Her: *Immediately stops* Well... y'know *starts dancing again and singing the correct lyrics*

Her: "Thats the end? They're not going to do right here, right now?" Me: "You mean Square Hammer?" Her: "Yeah the right here, right now song. Whatever it's actually called." Me: "When have you ever heard of a band not doing an encore?" Her: "Oh good. I was about to get upset. I love that song!"

*after the post credits scene* Her: "Wait, so thats it? Do we know who the new Papa is?" Me: "No! Thats the worst part about it!" Her: "Maybe it'll be a Mama instead" Me: *dies of laughter*

--- Anyways, Ghesties please protect my mum. She's trying lol If I can think of more moments from last night, I will add them!

[exitpursuedbyavulcan]

BOOM! (1/3)

Part 1: The Cowgirl & The Oilman

Stunning, wonderful, perfect art by @lya-dustin

My submission for the 2024 @hotd-bigbang

1928. Targaryen's, the foremost business conglomerate in Europe, is seeking to establish a foothold in the United States - and the mass of wealth and resources it offers. Viserys Targaryen has dispatched each member of his family to a different city to oversee the company's expansion into various new industries. His second son, Aemond, has chosen Dallas, Texas as his destination to take advantage of the continued prosperity of the oil boom. But getting Targaryen Oil & Petroleum off the ground may be harder than he anticipated, all thanks to the determined efforts of a single, stubborn, spellbinding cowgirl.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Nameless Female Character

Warnings: Language, Aemond is a cunt but so is the OC so it evens out?

-

The birds did not chirp. No squirrels were scuttling around, and no deer creeping through the undergrowth as they emerged from their dens. Even the cicadas were quiet, observing the mournful procession below them.

A beat-up truck hauling a rickety trailer kicked up dirt as it drove away. East, she knew. In a few miles, it would turn south. Then, there would be paved roads. Traffic lights. Other cars with roaring engines and blaring horns. Civilization.

Around these parts, ‘civilization’ meant one thing: Dallas.

The family inside the truck, the Cordrys, had been able to afford a new two-story house with the money the oil company gave them. They even had enough left over to buy a second if they wanted. But they wanted to stay together – family is family, after all. Instead, they would send Buck, their eldest son, to the university that opened in Dallas some years ago. He hadn’t yet decided whether to be a preacher or a lawyer.

The young woman watching them leave from atop a nearby hill dearly hoped he would be a preacher. Buck was always good with words, which would suit either profession, but he was also kind. She had never met a lawyer herself, to her knowledge. But given that it was a lawyer who negotiated the deal for the Cordrys to sell their ranch, she decided she didn’t like lawyers.

Lawyers had come for her home, too. Vermillion Ranch apparently sat on very valuable land, not that her ancestors knew it when they first settled there over 100 years ago. All they knew was that it was the prettiest piece of land for miles and miles. Still was.

Her Papa loved that land so much that when the lawyers came to buy it from them, he’d chased them off with his shotgun. He hadn’t been so proud or happy in years, but it cost him, leaving him so exhausted that he hardly got out of bed for a week. So, when the lawyers came back, she’d taken up the shotgun and did the scaring herself.

They hadn’t been back in a while, but she knew they’d try again soon.

She would never let them have the land, even if they offered her all the gold in Fort Knox.

Loral, her beloved horse, knickered as she chewed at the shoulder of her shirt, breaking her from her thoughts just in time to see the Cordrys’ car fading in the distance, little more than a smudge of dirt against the sunset as they passed by a half-built oil derrick.

“Come on, girl,” she said, patting Loral’s neck. “Let’s go home.”

-

Within minutes of stepping off the Gay Abandon in what locals called the “Free State of Galveston,” Aemond Targaryen decided he hated Texas. 

From what little he had seen of the United States, he could confidently say he hated most of the country, with only a few notable exceptions. But this place? With its cacophony of warring jazz music and industrial clanging, undercut by overloud radios and the people shouting to be heard. With the skyline jumbled with shoddily rebuilt slums, sprawling stone factories and warehouses, and brightly painted beachside resorts teeming with people that would look much better suited to Los Angeles or Miami. With the stench, a horrid combination of fish, brine, booze, and oil.

Perhaps “loathe” was a better word than hate for this city.

At least he didn’t have to stay long. 

A car was already waiting for him at the dock to take him to the train that would deliver him to Dallas. The moment the chauffeur was back in his seat, he opened the glove box to reveal an amber bottle of ‘moonshine,’ which he then offered to Aemond in a truly incomprehensible accent. How the man hadn’t already been arrested for so blatantly defying prohibition, he didn’t know.

Yet another reason to hate America - the continued illegality of alcohol.

Though he’d yet to find a city where liquor couldn’t be found with even the mildest of efforts, he still refused to indulge. He could not risk arrest just for the brief escape a good glass of wine offered. There was too much riding on his new task.

Targaryen Oil & Petroleum Inc.

As of now, it was only a packet of legal documents and an office somewhere in Dallas that Aemond hadn’t yet laid eyes on. But given a year or two and no small amount of hard work, it would be one of the most profitable ventures in the history of Targaryen & Sons. After all, it had by far the best potential of any of the other new projects. Texas was at the heart of the booming oil industry, and as the world’s demand for electricity, cars, aeroplanes, and more grew exponentially, so would the market for so-called “black gold.”  

Much of the state's southern half had already been claimed, but the north had begun showing new promise. All Aemond had to do was buy a few hundred thousand acres of land from the farmers there and start drilling.

He would win, he had no doubt.

Not that it was truly a competition. Or at least, his father had not called it such. Still, how could it be anything but? The old man sent each of his children and two eldest grandchildren to the New World with one task: make money - lots of it.

Aemond’s elder brother, Aegon, had purchased a film studio in Los Angeles to invest in the new talking pictures. His sister, Helaena, was in New York, where she bought some magazine about nature, or geography, or something similar. His younger brother, Daeron, had gone to a city called Detroit to manufacture automobiles for racing. Viserys’ grandsons, Jacaerys and Lucerys, followed Aegon to Los Angeles to pursue aviation engineering and radio broadcasting, respectively.

All respectable prospects, but not nearly as lucrative as oil was. In truth, the only competition Aemond faced was from his elder half-sister. Rhaenyra had also gone to New York to start an investment bank. She would surely do well, especially with the support from her husband’s shipping empire. But Aemond knew she would soon lose interest and pass her responsibilities onto someone else so she could indulge her own interests - namely parties and men.

Targaryen Oil & Petroleum would prevail in the end, and Aemond could return home as the heir apparent to Targaryen & Sons.

All he had to do was spend a year or two in this hellhole.

-

“You have gotta settle down, girl,” she grumbled as she wiped the sweat from her forehead with her Momma’s old handkerchief. She glared at the massive mare who had been giving her nothing but trouble for the past six months, holding tight to her leads, only letting go when the new stall door was closed and double-latched. “Lumber’s expensive. We don’t have the money to keep this up, and we’re all outta spares.”

There were seven stalls in the horse barn. Only two were occupied, and only those two still had doors. The mare had broken five of them. Not to escape the barn or the ranch. No, she never went anywhere. She did it just because she was cranky, and she could. The cowgirl also suspected that the horse was somehow amused by it.

“But you like making me suffer too much for that, don’t you?” An exaggerated shake of the mare’s huge head certainly seemed like a gleeful yes. She sighed. “That’s what I thought.”

With the horses tended, she made her way to the house to fix lunch for her and Daddy before riding out to meet the herd. She was only halfway across the yard when she heard a far-away engine growing louder and louder. It couldn’t be neighbor - they were all gone now. That only left a few options, and none she was too pleased about.

Each step up to the porch creaked as she climbed toward the house. Maybe she could use some of the salvageable wood from the latest destroyed stall door to replace them, even if the color wouldn’t match. Paint was just as pricey as lumber. 

“Daddy! You up?” She only poked her head through the door, not wanting to get barn muck inside the house. Momma's strict rules still applied, at least to her. “Daddy!”

His grumble sounded an awful lot like the cranky mare’s. “I’m up! How can I not be with all yer hollerin’?”

“It’s almost lunch, Daddy. You need to be up!”

“Fine, fine. I’m up!” He tried to snark back more, but it quickly became wracking coughs. Daddy was sounding real bad again, and even if it wasn’t the usual day, maybe it was Doc Spooner in that car coming to check on him.

The car had gotten close enough that she could start to make out its shape within the cloud of dust it kicked up. A shiny bumper and bright green paint. Not a car she recognized. “Hey, Daddy, is the doctor comin’ today?”

“Not today, hun. It’s Tuesday, ‘member?”

“How ‘bout Pastor John?”

“He’s down in Waco for the rest of the month! Why you askin’ anyway?”

Then who the hell was in that car? She had an inkling, but she was sure the last time Daddy got the shotgun out would be the last time they’d be bothered about this. “Car’s coming up the drive. You wanna handle it?”

She hoped he would. But to her disappointment, he shouted back, “Too damn tired! You take this one, hun.”

So, she shut the door and leaned against it, watching that shiny green car pull into the ranch proper. Chickens scattered away from it, even though they weren’t anywhere near its path. The goats and sheep meandered to the edge of the yard, not wanting to be disturbed but unwilling to wander too far for fear that one of the dogs would come after them. Meanwhile, the dogs barked ferociously at the mechanical intruder but didn’t so much as stand from where they rested in the shade of the house—lazy good-for-nothin’s.

The car finally stopped. It was even fancier than the cars the other lawyers came in, with brass polished to look like gold on bits that were usually chrome. If it wasn’t absolutely coated in dust, she might even like it. A man in what looked to be a green police uniform came out the driver’s door. Very fancy, then, if the lawyer wasn’t driving himself. 

When he emerged from the back seat of the car, the man nearly took her breath away.

He was tall and thin as a beanpole. But he didn’t seem delicate. Maybe that had more to do with his suit - deep blue pinstripes with what surely must be padding in the shoulders. Most of it was likely due to the sour expression on his handsome face. Not handsome like farmhands or cowboys were handsome - gruff and rugged - but like how movie stars were handsome - softer and refined.

Or at least, he would have been if he weren’t sunburnt to all hell and sweating like a whore in church.

This man was not from around here, and as far as she was concerned, he could fuck right off. Of course, he didn’t. He just walked right up the porch and took off his hat, revealing his slicked silver hair.

“Who are you?”

He raised a brow as he looked her over, head to toe. Judging by the slight sneer pulling at the corner of his mouth, he wasn’t impressed with what he saw. “My name is Aemond Targaryen.” Lord, he even talked fancy, with a soft, pretty voice and some kind of accent she’d never heard before. Though his sharp tone left something wanting. “May I ask for your name, miss?”

“No.” Handsome as he was, it didn’t change that she wanted him gone as soon as possible.  “What do you want?”

His nostrils flared as he took a deep breath. “As I said, my name is Aemond Targaryen, proprietor of Targaryen Oil & Petroleum. Have you heard of our business?”

She certainly had. Not only had it snatched up the land from most of the farmers and ranchers in the area, but it had also started buying land from other oil companies, too. Undoubtedly the worst of all of ‘em. And Mr. Targaryen himself was now standing on her porch, looking down at her as if she was a piece of shit on his shoe. She clenched her jaw to stop it from dropping open and pointedly stayed silent.

“Well, we are relatively new.” He glanced off to the side, his distaste for everything around him as clear as day. “As the name “Oil & Petroleum” implies, we are in the oil business. I’m - ”

“No shit.”

He looked at her like she’d just shot him. “Pardon me?”

“I said, ‘no shit.’” She gave him her best, over-sweet smile.

“Yes, well…” His hat creaked as he clenched it in his fist, his jaw so tight she half expected it to snap. “Our petroleum geologists - very smart people who study oil - have determined, or found, that there is a large deposit beneath this land,  meaning that there is a lot of oil deep underground. Oil is used to power electricity, cars, and many other things, so it would be very good for everyone if we could get the oil out of the ground. We do this by drilling. Do you understand me so far?”

Uppity bastard. Did he really think she was so dumb she needed all this explained? “Oh, I understand you just fine.”

“Very good,” he praised, as if she were a child who’d taken her first steps. “Now, to be allowed to drill for oil, you must -”

“I’m not selling my land.”

The last dregs of false politeness faded from his voice. “I’m sorry?” 

“I am not selling my land.  Not to you or anyone else.” Even if it meant her only neighbors would be oil derricks and lawyers circling like vultures.

“You haven’t even heard my offer yet.”

“Don’t need to.”

“Miss, based on the value of the land and the oil under it, I am willing to pay you forty dollars per acre.” He stepped closer, forcing her to crane her neck to keep looking him in the eye. Very pretty eyes, even if they were filled with frustration. “Given the size of your property, that comes out to over forty thousand dollars. Do you know how much money that is?”

She shrugged as she crossed her arms, raising her brows in mock awe. “Sounds like forty thousand dollars.”

“I -” He shook his head, so visibly exasperated that she had to stifle a laugh. With his skin as red as it was, he looked like an angry tomato. “That is a life-changing amount of money, surely.”

“I don’t want my life to change.” Other things, sure. Of course, she would love it if her neighbors came back or if she didn’t have to listen to the grinding of metal from one of the derricks whenever she was on the west side of the property, but those were just minor annoyances. 

“You could go wherever you want, do whatever you want, yet you would rather stay here?” 

Looking him dead in the eyes, she nodded. “Yes, sir.”

He laughed bitterly, shaking his head.

“Something funny ‘bout that?”

It took him a moment to reply. “I don’t think you understand what I’m trying to offer -”

“I understand you completely, Mr. Targaryen. You ain’t the first lawyer to come try to convince me and my Daddy to sell.”

Perhaps it was a mistake to mention her daddy. As soon as she did, Mr. Targaryen’s exasperation disappeared, and he was once more calm and smug. Still looked like a tomato, though. “Your father is here? May I -”

“No, you may not.” She pushed away from the door to block him from moving closer. No way in hell was she letting this ass anywhere near her daddy. “I promise he wants to talk to you even less than I do. Now shut up and listen.”

To her surprise and satisfaction, he did.

“You really think everyone else sold their land but me because the lawyers never came my way? Oh, they came my way. Over and over again until Daddy got so fed up, he took his shotgun off the mantle. They all stopped comin’ pretty soon after that. You are, in fact, the eleventh lawyer to come here and try and buy my land. Surprising, ain’t it? I can count higher than ten. I also know how oil drilling works. I s’pose you didn’t notice when you were drivin’ out here, but there are oil fields all around me.”

She stepped toward him, throwing an arm out to point to the nearest one, its steel towers rising from the earth like black weeds. Mr. Targaryen barely glanced at it, his eyes remaining on her as he stepped back, maintaining the distance between them. 

“So I know exactly what you’re gonna say to try to convince me to hand over the deed, and I’ll tell ya right now, it’s not gonna work.” When she took another step forward, he did the same. So she did it again and again, until one more step would send him tumbling into the dirt. “So get off my porch, get off my property, and go straight to hell with your forty-thousand dollars. This land is worth at least 90 bucks an acre, and you goddamn know it.”

She didn’t wait for his reaction before turning and storming into the house, regardless of Momma’s rules, the door banging shut behind her. But she stayed just inside the house, her back pressed against the door as she waited for him to leave.

It was a while before she heard the porch steps creaking again, and longer still before a car engine hummed to life and drove away. He’d hung around, for whatever reason.

Daddy was waiting for her when she went to the kitchen, his handkerchief already tucked into the collar of his shirt. “Who was that man you were yellin’ at, hun? Gotta be either a lover or a lawyer for you to get that mad.”

“Lawyer,” she answered. “A new one. Wanted to buy the land.”

“He give you a good offer?”

She laughed as she opened the icebox to grab the meatloaf from last night that would fill their sandwiches today. “Lowest one yet. Think he thought I was dumb enough to not know the value of my own land.”

“It’s still my land for a little bit longer, girl. Don’t go getting ahead of yourself.” She knew he was joking, but it still stung. He’d been doing that a lot recently, making light of the fact that the doctor had told them he couldn’t be cured and would likely be dead within a year.

“Don’t talk like that, Daddy. Please?” 

“I know. I’m sorry, hun,” he sighed. The jokes helped him feel better somehow, she knew. But they made her feel so much worse. “Now come on, you woke me up for lunch, so where is it?”

-

Aemond was once more in the back of his car, dust obscuring the view as he returned to that ranch – Vermillion, according to the faded sign on the side of one of the barns.

After his last visit, he’d pored over every paper in the Targaryen Oil & Petroleum offices, searching for a way to alter his plan without having to acquire the land. It was possible, but it would slow down development and cost him far more than he’d initially planned to invest. Purchasing the land at the price that stubborn cowgirl claimed the land was worth was the frugal option.

Or at least, that’s how he justified the decision with his investors and executives. It certainly factored into his decision to return, but was far from his central motivation.

The cowgirl had pushed back at him, and he refused to concede to a half-wit hick with illusions of superiority. If she wanted to be stubborn, so would he.

So, he once more stepped into the rocky, dirty, foul-smelling yard surrounding the dilapidated farmhouse. Ranch house? Either way, it should have long since been condemned. The wood paneling was saggy and greying, the roof messily patched, and the steps onto the porch groaning like a rusted wheel. And when he pounded his fist on the front door, he half-expected it to fall off the hinges.

Miraculously, it didn’t. But neither did it open.

Instead, a remarkably gruff voice called from inside, “Who’s there?”

Thank God, it wasn’t the cowgirl. She had mentioned a father, who might be far more amenable to selling, but she had also mentioned something about a shotgun that made him hesitate before calling back. “My name is Aemond Targaryen. Do you have a moment to speak?”

There was no answer other than the sound of shuffling feet and something pounding on the floor.

Then, the door opened to reveal a massive man, his years of hard labor evident in the width of his shoulders and stern set of his brow. This was the kind of cowboy who inspired the legends that had spread around the world. But he was also undeniably weak and ill. His skin was thin and sallow, his broad shoulders slumped, and his eyes sunken and shadowed with fatigue. He leaned heavily on a wooden cane, a compass fixed to its head, and its wood mottled yellow and brown and charred in spots. Aemond did not doubt that if he took the cane away, the man would collapse.

Still, the cowgirl had talked about this man scaring away other oilmen with a shotgun, and he didn’t want to risk the same fate.

“Good morning, sir,” he said, dipping his head. He’d allowed himself to be too terse with the girl. Perhaps a more genial approach would help him find success with her father. “I’m very pleased to meet you. May I ask for your name?”

“No.” The word was deep and rasping, followed by a wet cough. “You the man that pissed off my little girl couple days ago?”

Aemond gave a strained smile. “I did have the… pleasure of speaking to your daughter, yes. My apologies if I left her angry following our conversation. I’m afraid I have not yet become used to the heat here and allowed it to affect my mood.”

“I’m not the one you should be sayin’ sorry to.” The man thumped his cane a few times, then turned away.

Damn it, not again. “Sir, I – ”

“She’s in the horse barn,” he called over his shoulder. “Go bother her. I’m too old for your bullshit.”

-

When she’d heard an engine outside, she assumed it was Doc Spooner coming to check on her Daddy, even if it was a little earlier than normal. It wasn’t until the door to the barn opened that she knew it was someone even more unpleasant than the grumpy old Doc.

“What the hell are you doin’ here?” She asked Mr. Aemond Targaryen as he walked into the barn, nose wrinkling in disgust. This time, it was justified – she was in the middle of mucking the stables, a shovel full of shit in her hands.

He forced a smile. “First, I wanted to apologize for my behavior the last time I saw you. I offended you, and I deeply regret it.”

If he hadn’t seemed so genuine, she might have just flung her newest load of shit in his face. Instead, she dumped it into the wheelbarrow beside her before putting her shovel down. “Thank you. I appreciate that.”

For a long moment, they just stared at each other.

Her Momma’s voice echoed in her head: a little kindness goes a long way, hun. But why should she be kind to a slimy, good-for-nothing oilman who was probably only saying sorry to butter her up so she’d sell him the ranch? Still, Momma’s angel was firmly planted on her shoulder, and she’d never been able to say no to her.

“I’m sorry too,” she sighed, crossing her arms. She felt like a scolded schoolgirl again. “You were rude first, but it was tacky of me to be rude back.”

Again, silence fell in the barn, only broken by an impatient grumble from the old mare. Mr. Targaryen immediately turned to her, his eyes going wide at the sight. “Who is this?”

“The Jacksons just called her Ol’ Gal,” she explained, stepping forward to try to stroke the horse’s nose. “I’ve been doing the same.”

He just hummed as he came closer, looking at the mare like she was the most interesting thing he’d ever seen. “The Jacksons… they owned Live Oak, yes?”

Ah, so he’d been the one to buy it. She missed that place. The Jacksons always hosted the nicest picnics. Mrs. Abbie Jackson made the tastiest green bean casserole in the county. “Yeah, that was them. When they sold, no one wanted to take Ol’ Gal. Too old ‘n too ornery. They were gonna take her to auction, but I knew the only folk that would buy her then wouldn’t treat her right, so I offered to take her.”

“That was very kind of you,” he murmured, stepping closer to her stall. Somehow, the mare didn’t startle or even stamp her hooves.

“I don’t think she’d agree with you. She’s been madder than a whole nest of hornets since she got here.” And had cost her five stall doors and a dozen fence posts, not even counting the time it took to care for her when she fought every bit of it. “Hey, I wouldn’t get too close. She’s prone to bitin’.”

“I’ll be fine,” he replied, not even looking at her.

In all honesty, she wasn’t gonna be too mad if he lost a finger, or at least a couple knuckles. But he would very much mind and, as a lawyer, would probably use the accident to force her to sell Vermillion. “No, really, she’ll – ”

Lean into his hand quite happily, apparently.

“How the hell did you do that?”

He smiled smugly, shrugging as he continued to stroke her snout. “My father keeps horses. I had a fondness for the older ones that were largely ignored in favor of the new acquisitions, and they had a fondness for me.”

“Funny, I thought animals were better judges of character than that,” she mumbled. Oh shit.

His smile was gone, and he dropped his hand from the Ol’ Gal. His eyes, which had seemed to see her as a person, again looked at her like she was the very shit she was shoveling. “Apologizing was not the main purpose of my visit.”

“Yeah, I kinda figured.” The voice of her Momma was screaming in her ear, begging her to apologize for her unforgivable rude words, but her pride shoved it down, down, down, until all she could hear was the hum of cicadas and the faint swishing of Loral and Ol’ Gal’s tails. “What is it you want, then?”

He crossed his arms behind his back. “After some new research, I’ve determined that my original estimate of the value of your land was, as you said, incorrect. I am now willing to pay you ninety-three dollars an acre, bringing the total value of my offer to more than ninety-six thousand.”

Offering her so much money pissed him off, judging by his clenched jaw and strained voice. It didn’t amuse her as much as it did the first time. Still, she wasn’t going to give in just for more money. “My answer is still no. Hell no. Fuck no. Whatever no you need to go away and never come back.”

Something snapped for him, and he surged forward until their chests were nearly touching. He craned his neck to look down at her, fury burning like the summer sun in his eyes. “You stupid little cowgirl. Are you so stubborn that you’ll tell me no just to what? Feel powerful? Feel like you’re somehow superior to me? It’s a fucking joke.

“I’m offering you the chance to become a person. To live in real, modern civilization.” He laughed, cruel and humorless. “But you’d rather stay here? In a house that will fall apart the next time there’s a strong breeze, and spend your days shoveling shit? My God, you’re hardly better than the animals you keep.”

Oh, how she wished she was a horse, if only so she could trample him under her feet. Or one of her cattle, so she could gore him with her horns. Even if she was one of her dogs, she could shred him apart like he deserved.

But she was just what he said, a stupid, stubborn cowgirl.

She turned away from him, opening Loral’s stall to saddle her as quickly as she could. She needed to get away, or she was going to do something she would regret. Likely hurt him. Possibly cry. Either way, she refused to do it.

“Where are you going?” he asked once she was in the saddle, clutching the reins so hard they dug into her skin.

“I have chores to do.”

He stepped in front of Loral, arms out to try and prevent her from riding off, but Loral sidestepped him with ease. “I’m not leaving until I get my yes.”

“Then I guess you better follow me. Or you can always go sit with the dogs where you belong.”

Without waiting for an answer, she spurred Loral into a gallop and left Aemond Targaryen behind.

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When the cowgirl and her horse faded into the distance, Aemond screamed. He didn’t care if her father or his driver heard him. He needed to scream. What had he done to piss off God enough that he would put this girl in front of him?

Behind him, the old mare snickered, banging her legs against her stall door.

“How do you endure her?” he asked. God, he really had lost his mind if he would stoop to commiserating with a horse. At least the horse seemed to dislike the cowgirl as much as he did – he had one ally.

If he was going to succeed, perhaps he needed an ally, even an equine one. After all, horses had helped win the Great War, and this girl certainly felt like his personal war. Very well, then.

He had the mare – Ol’ Gal needed a proper name – saddled in mere minutes. Then, he was off, chasing after the most infuriating woman he’d ever met with the determination of a general.

Whatever it took, he was getting his yes.

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Author's Note: yeehaw motherfuckers

[liquidorcard]

Okay, part two. Let's go girls, gays and theys, Papa Polarity ain't saved yet.

[Part 1] [Part3]

Lily Commits Elder Gay Mutant Abuse, feat. "Eldritch Lily" (Part 2)

Everything gets worse . . .

4:13: Lily mischaracterizes Charles Xavier, throws up a Martin Luthor King quote she either doesn't understand or didn't read carefully enough, going full whyte. (Never go full whyte.)

How much do I need to dignify this by explaining why this is fucking asinine? Charles is a pacifist for the most part. A recognized and respected form of activism and protest. Like, the least charitable interpretation of what Lily's trying to say here is that figures like Gahndi, Abbie Hoffman, and dear old MLK himself are posers complicit in the oppression two of them lost their fucking life to.

That quote is referring to white people passively complicit in racism that just want black people to shut the fuck up Lily-- not passive forms of activism.

You know, it's one thing to be profoundly fucking wrong about cartoons, it's an entirely different beast when you're profoundly wrong about shit like this. Absolutely fucking ghoulish.

It feels weird pivoting back to the costumed vigilantes with funky genes, but we gotta keep going. Ironically for how much Lily is focusing on the movies here-- one of my issues with the way Charles is portrayed is he keeps casually threatening people/doing shady shit and getting away with it. Makes you question why it's framed as okay when he does it and not when it's Erik. Charles isn't a saint, he shouldn't be portrayed as one, and there's a lot of thematic dissonance when the films feel the need to lampshade the shit he gets up to less he lose the moral high ground.

4:50: OH HERE WE GO.

5:00: Lily goes on a long rant about the "activists who GO TOO FAR" trope in media.

I technically agree with her, but I can tell by the examples she's giving that she's parroting things Hbomberguy said in his RWBY video, just in a less charitable tone. So, really I agree with Hbomberguy.

She's not wrong that the BoM and Magneto sometimes wanders into this territory (I mean, they were originally 'The Brotherhood of Evil Mutant' and all that) unfortunately, but she hasn't supported that position at all. I have to assume she's heard this brought up somewhere else, this isn't exactly a unique take by any means. I doubt she's actually familiar enough with the content to create an original cohesive argument.

Lily doesn't like moral ambiguity in her media. That would be fine if she wasn't this butthurt that other people feel very differently.

6:05: "And yes, you knew we were getting to it! [ . . .] Almost all of Legend of Korras main villians start at a good through line. But then some twist comes up that makes everything they said before completely pointless."

THESE TWO, "START AT A GOOD THROUGH LINE!?"

LILLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

6:15: "Season one's Amon is a socialist activist who cares about the oppression of non-benders by benders-- until it turns out that he doesn't."

I know this is a popular interpretation of the equalitists, especially given that their name is 'the equalists,' but actually the show never gives us enough information about the sociopolitical dynamics of benders and non-benders to say for sure. I'm not going to get into it here, if you want my full breakdown and analysis on the social politics of Avatar, let me know. In summary, it's tempting to assume benders would be the dominant class as they have literal powers, but that's not really how systemic power works. There's conflicting inference on what the dynamics are, and it may be different depending on the nation. The equalists are schrodinger's activists. They could be the Black Panthers, they could be the Proud Boys. That is not me making a false equivalency between those two groups, it's just never established if their perceived systemic persecution is real or imagined.

This isn't really a criticism of Lily. That it is so ambiguous is a flaw in the show. The interpretation Amon is supposed to be a socialist is as valid as any. Well. . . It's an extremely reductive interpretation of a socialist, and I know Lily doesn't know what a socialist actually is, but I'm trying to be charitable when possible here.

I do LIKE Korra myself, to be clear. But, yeah. There's problems.

6:31: "Season four's Kuvira wants to stitch the Earth Kingdom back together but doesn't want to restore an oppressive monarchy like everyone else does. And then declares that she is the dictator of the Earth Kingdom."

Yeah, that is just a thing that has happened in history, Lily. When there's a power vacuum left by a sudden or violent upheaval of a tyrant, unfortunately often another tyrant at least attempts to take their place. This is one of the reasons why former colonies struggle to cultivate stability-- societies and communities can get fucked in the ass by this kind of shit. This isn't a pro-monarchy message Lily-- consider maybe trying to learn things now and again.

This is why people call you a fake leftist Lily. Doing (relatively) minor gestures of good will like handing out food for a short period then pulling the rug out from under the people once they're complicit is right out of the facist playbook. You are virtually doing the exact thing you accused Rebecca Sugar of, but for real.

You're being outfoxed by a kid's show again.

6:44: "Season two's Unalaq [you get the idea.]"

Lily is pro gentrification until you involve demon kites I guess. I'm confused why she thinks he ever had any good intentions, it's telegraphed immediately he's a bad dude. He's also by far the worst villain-- as in, the worst written.

7:10: "All of them go 'the status quo is bad therefore commence genocide' like they got their political theory from fucking Vaush."

By your line of thinking so did Firelord Sozin:

"I had my own vision for a brighter future . . ."

I don't like Vaush either, but-- this isn't even the pot calling the kettle black. This is the blackened grime on the pot calling the kettle black.

GOD THIS VIDEO IS SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT MAGNETO. WE'VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT KORRA FOR ALMOST THIS WHOLE POST.

7:19: "The entire show you're watching Korra become a stooge for the status quo every single time. 'The problem isn't that the system is bad, it's that the wrong people are in charge.' And then they inevitably change the status like bringing democracy to the Earth Kingdom and you're left wondering-- wait, why wasn't the other person doing this!?"

I did not edit those two statements together. That is, in fact, Lily pointing out why her own arguments are stupid in the very next breath. Thanks for saving me the effort, I guess.

7:45: "Why weren't the characters you set up to do these things . . . Doing the things?!"

Because they weren't set up to do these things Lily. They're the antagonists. They ideologically were designed to be foils for Korra to overcome.

Korra's political messages aren't even that deep, and yet you're this incapable from telling even obvious totalitarian right-wing ideology and mild liberalism apart.

8:10: "It's so nakedly obvious how protective of the status quo these stories are."

This is, in a very abstract way, a valid criticism of Korra. This is a common problem in a lot of media, and Korra is far from the worst offender. I think it does breach past this to some extent, just not as much as I would have personally liked with all its seasons.

But make no mistake this is Lily again, taking something Lily has seen someone else say and putting that opinion through a blender.

Let's not beat around the bush here, Lily just wanted to bitch about Korra again. It's almost like she thinks if she repeats her idiotic media analysis enough, maybe THIS time people will realize how brilliant she is.

8:27: "A victim of abuse, torture or r@pe trying to kill her [only 'her,' huh?] abuser in vengeance is right to do so."

Okay, that's enough of this for now. Part 3 coming soon.

[henrioo]

°•*⁀➷ MORNING SICKNESS: SHANKS

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : "Being pregnant with Luffy, your first child with your husband Shanks, is a dream come true... But that doesn't make it any easier to deal with the recurring nausea."

꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ : TRANS MASC! Reader, TRANS MALE! reader, FTM reader, pregnant men, he/his pronouns, gay relationship, gay marriage, two daddies being happy, Shanks is an over-the-top father and husband, Luffy is your son's name, Shanks calls himself Daddy and calls you Papa (revenge against fan fiction with the reader being called Mama) Nausea due to pregnancy, Shanks is a very worried father and husband

꒰ WC ꒱ : 676

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : I've been on a roller coaster these last few weeks and I had decided to post on Saturday thanks to Bibi, but I almost changed my mind, I decided to be strong and post even though I was feeling like shit. I'm kind of excited but also extremely unsure about entering the world of imagines male, well we'll see how it goes

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And just like the last few nights you were abruptly woken from your not-so-peaceful sleep by the incredible need to throw up all your dinner. Your body was sweaty and hot even though you were sleeping wearing just a huge shirt from Shanks — one that he bought the wrong size and it was big even on him so it was huge on you — and your kitten print underwear that you got from a joke of Shanks in a Christmas prank.

The bedroom window was open, now with a mosquito screen since your husband was paranoid about you being bitten by an insect and dying since your pregnancy announcement, and you took advantage of the light breeze to sit on the bed and calm down a little to see if the nausea went away. There was a humidifier running, the curtains swayed slightly, and there was a child's light in the room that Shanks had bought in fear of you tripping when you got up in the dark and hurting yourself.

Sometimes you questioned whether Shanks knew that you weren't that fragile just because you were pregnant, after all you were proud of all your strength and masculine muscles... But you wouldn't deny that his extra care calmed your heart a lot. The bed was also huge, the redhead wanted to buy a bigger one after reading news about parents crushing their children for sleeping together in small beds, of course there was no point in explaining to him that this was sensational news since before you could argue he had already ordered it and paid for the new furniture.

A kick in the stomach and your dinner turning around as it climbed up your throat made you stop remembering how careful your sleeping husband was, you quickly got out of the soft covers and ran to the bedroom's bathroom. You quickly knelt on the rug in front of the toilet and it wasn't long before you were vomiting again, you loved your baby and you loved being pregnant, but you would also love to stop vomiting everything you tried to swallow.

“huh, he woke up early today” Shanks yawned as he awkwardly entered the bathroom, luckily the room was big enough for both of you.

“I shouldn’t have had dinner” you mumbled nauseously as you rested your head on the cold part of the white ceramic.

“You always say that but you always have dinner… Honestly you haven't stopped eating since you got pregnant” Shanks laughed and sat next to you, taking a towel from the cupboard and slowly wiping your face.

“It’s not me… It’s Luffy… He’s hungry like you” you teased Shanks.

“Of course… Hungry like his daddy and hyperactive like his papa” Shanks responded to the provocation and you knew he was right. If your unborn child was hungry because of the redhead, then he was also hyperactive because of you. Since, as everyone always said, you had extreme difficulty sitting around doing nothing, always looking for something to do and have fun.

“The perfect combination” you laughed tiredly as you felt the nausea slowly going away.

“Completely perfect… But look, this kid will find himself with me when he's born, making my husband vomit everything I cook for him” Shanks snorted, pretending to be irritated “He's thinking that money falls on trees so I can spend it on food and he can make you put it out?!”

You laughed but soon felt some light kicks in your stomach that made you both gasp.

“I think that was Lu telling you to go all out and he’s going to kick your old ass” you laughed, rubbing your stomach affectionately.

“Brat… Stubborn like his papa” the redhead laughed and gave you a wink “Okay, let's get you off the ground and put you in front of the window… And get you a glass of water too” the man smiled as he stood up ready to help you.

Maybe pregnancy wouldn't be so terrible if you had a husband who was so worried about you…

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[rootspiral]

I've been coming up with headcanons for mama and papa Kaplan all day, I really do love them?? I thought about adding some of them to my deep dives but it'd get too cluttered, so I'm just going to dump some stuff here real quick.

I'm not sure yet how much of Billy is William, I know there are some similarities between the two BUT my personal headcanon (or rather, the most entertaining option) is that William never gave any hint of being gay, so when Billy came out it was kind of out of the blue and the Kaplans full on PANICKED. Here's their precious beloved boy opening up and trusting them with something so important and they're not prEPARED!!

And Jeff would be trying to remember what's the nearest place that sells rainbow flags, and just how many flags can you put in your house until it's too many?? And Rebecca would be making a mental list of all the books and articles she needs to read so she can be up to speed and help Billy any way she can. And both would panic even more trying to remember if they EVER accidentally said anything homophobic in front of Billy - they didn't because they're good fucking people, but you never know!! Here's a big chance to do some good parenting and they're SCRAMBLING for it. They do a very heartfelt 'we're so proud of you' speech but Billy can read their minds and it's a bit overwhelming.

A few days later Billy asks Rebecca if he can borrow her eyeliner because he's been wanting to experiment, and Jeff puts his foot DOWN and goes, no SON OF MINE is going to use secondhand eyeliner, go get your shoes we're going to Sephora. (Except he can't drive so Rebecca has to take them.)

And when they finally meet Eddie they invite him over for dinner and Jeff has prepared a three course meal and he's literally saying, I'm so sorry I didn't have time to make anything too elaborate, I hope you like foie gras???

Yes I know these are so silly, I guess I'm projecting a bit, I kind of wish I had that sort of parents. Creating my own Hex sitcom, you know? But speaking more seriously, the Kaplans would have had their internal struggles and some readjusting to do, it is hard for a parent to realize your kid is going to have a different future than what you were envisioning, also that they're most likely going to be discriminated for their gender and/or orientation. Rebecca and Jeff would have struggled and felt anxiety and they wouldn't have shown any of it to Billy. And Billy would have known anyway, such an interesting dynamic.

[charliedawn]

Okay..but parent slashers if there kid came out to them 🏳️‍🌈(platonic ofc)

"Good for you, kid."

Jack would be happy for you. He would invite you to have a drink as your ‘coming out party’ and even bring you to some gay bars he knows when you’re old enough. He’d be pretty chill about it and accepting.

"…Gay ?"

Jason wouldn’t understand at first. What does gay mean ? You’d have to explain it and he would give you a thumbs up at the end. He wouldn’t really have much of a reaction. Love is love.

Polite clapping and big support hug.

Brahms would be happy to know. He’d hug you and tell you that he understands and will give you all the support you need. He knows how it is to struggle with one’s identity. And he’d never judge you. He’d be proud.

Michael would be happy for you and give you a big papa bear hug.

He was raised in a rather strict cult and was never allowed any freedom as a kid. He wouldn’t make you suffer through the same thing and be proud of you for standing up for yourself. And he’d be very happy that you came out to him.

"…You like humans ? Eww."

Penny would accept you, but he would be more surprised by the fact that you’d be attracted to human beings in general. Boys or Girls. It doesn’t matter. He finds them weird and fleshy. It’s food for him.

"…You know that am your dad, right ?"

"…Yeah ?"

"And that am as straight as a damn rainbow flag on pride month ?"

"…"

Freddy is pan. He would go with anything as long as it has two legs. So, he would be happy for you and accept you—no matter on what spectrum of the rainbow you are.

"…That’s it ?"

"…What do you mean that’s it ?!"

"Kiddo. No offense. But, I knew that. You don’t even walk straight."

Pennywise reads minds. He could tell right from the start when you started being attracted to your own gender and feared being found out. He kept the secret though, as he wanted you to come out on your own. But, he would be happy that you eventually did.

"Would you look at that ? One of the neighbours was ‘kind’ enough to give me some paper about a straight camp. How thoughtful…"

You felt cold sweat run down your back at the news and slowly glanced at Norman who seemed to be leafing through it. You were about to speak up when Norman chuckled and threw it straight to the trash.

"She must have gotten the wrong address. As far as I am concerned, my wonderful GAY kid doesn’t need any fixing."

Yeah. He knew. And he supports you.

"…Whatcha mean ya gay ?"

"Hum. Well…I like boys/girls."

"…"

Bo would be unsure as to how to react to the news at first. He’d be silent for a minute. He’d stand there for a while—fidgeting with his cap. He’d then finally sigh before putting his cap on your head and pulling you into a tight hug.

"…Am proud of ya, son/girl. And it ain’t gonna be easy. Heck. Nothing really is but…you’ll be okay. You’ll always have me. Promise."

You returned his hug and cried in his arms. You were so scared about his reaction, but he proved you there and then how much he loved you.

[hazbinhazbinhazbinreblog]

A funny Dadstaticradio drabble

Next overlord meeting with Charlie as a tag along since Carmilla brings her daughters why not Vox and Alastor bring their daughter Charlie.

Zestial: There seem to be a noise complaint :/ from a woman name Susan who is from Cannibal town.

Vox, Alastor, Rosie, and Charlie, all hissing: Susan. *Disgusted face*

Vox and Charlie hated her when Alastor brought them for a family day in Cannibal town and Susan goes all old lady grouch on how stupid gay men are everywhere, Charlie being a tomboy with no manners, Vox being a useless father and husband for not "disciplining" Alastor and Charlie etc.

Vox wanted to throw her to a lava lake someday, preferably on a Tuesday because Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays are when he has to bring Charlie to school. Thursdays he is having his weekly date with husband Alastor, and the weekends are his days off from work.

Charlie once scream fuck off bitch in public as a thirteen year old because of Susan xD and showcase how she is raised by Vox and Alastor. She is screaming in the same angery tone as daddy while sneering and smiling like papa. Both are proud of their hellspawn princess ~

"Preferably on a Tuesday" Vox may hate her but she's not worthy of disrupting his schedule

Susan complains about everything she deserves to be yelled at

[emeritus-fuckers]

Can we get some wonderful head-canons for all the papas and how they would support their s/o, assistants, ghouls, and siblings of sin during pride month? Sincerely a gay trans man who is very much a Papa simp💕

Hey, so I decided to just make a small list of general Ministry Pride headcanons - Jez

Pride in the Ministry headcanons

Pride is a very big thing in the Ministry.

I mean, have you seen he Papas? The Ghouls? Come on, there's no homophobia allowed.

Ghouls are absolutely allowed to bully anyone who is a homophobe. In extreme cases, they're allowed to attack.

Ministry was never really big on trafitional gender norms, anyway.

For example, you get to pick if you want to be called a Sister, a Brother or just a Sibling of Sin.

They are also very lenient on what you wear. You can be female aligned and wear male clothes. You can be male aligned and wear female cothes. Hell, you can be whatever gender you want, as long as you pick stuff from the general dress code, you're good.

The ministry actually has a fund for its trans community! They collect money throught the rest of the year and then, once you deal with the paperwork, you will entitled to ask for the Ministry to cover at least a part of your transision journey.

While they're not big on decor in the Ministry in general, Pride is one of the very few exceptions. The decoractions are subtle, but it's very clear.

Siblings of Sin can also get pride-themed rosaries and other accesories.

And the deisgns are either quirky and egdy or actually really incredibly gothic yet subtle.

The Ghouls like to wear little capes with their flags!

Terzo has a seperate set of Pride robes where the usual purple is replaced with the colors of the bisexual flag.

Secondo occasionally wears pride-themed ties or socks. Not underwear, though, he doesn't wear underwear.

He does get his nails painted for the occasion with Terzo, though.

Primo gets his nails painted, too. By Samael and Obyzouth.

He wears small rainbow pins.

The twins are allowed to dye some of their hair if they want. And paint their nails.

Mountain wears rainbow socks! All the ghouls do, but since Mountain rarely wears shoes, it's mostly visible on him.

Cumulus gives Proud Mom Hugs™ to anyone who needs them. Aurora copies her, wanting to do something nice, too.

Swiss and Aether pick that up, but instead of offering hugs, they run up to siblings, twirl them and run away.

They later get Phantom, Cirrus and Sunshine to join.

Rain chases after them and apologizes to everyone as he tries to stop them. Sodo chases after them to beat their asses.

Copia and Terzo spend a lot of time with the children in the Ministry, teaching them about tolerance and how love is love. <3

[gentle2angel]

Sirius and Remus reacting to their daughter!reader coming out to them as lesbian/bisexual/pansexual

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Daughter!reader would go to the mall's library to get a book she's been eyeing for a while. Upon finding it, she walked towards the cash register not really paying attention to her surroundings. She placed the book gently in front of the worker, not yet looking up. She would then hear a deep but soothing girl voice, finally looking up at the worker. Upon seeing her appearance, daughter!reader would feel her cheeks heat up slightly. A tall girl with silky black hair and light blue eyes would stare down at daughter!reader, a slight smirk on her face (no matter your height, the girl is taller than you). Daughter!reader would have a lesbian/bisexual/pansexual panic, stuttering like a lovestruck high school girl while paying. She almost didn't hear her phone ringing, Sirius calling to say Remus and himself are waiting for her in the parkin lot of the mall. Daughter!reader would clumsily take her book and receipt, almost forgetting to thank the tall girl and then giving her a shy smile. She then would hurry out of the mall, a blushing mess.

Daughter!reader would be silent in the backseat at the beginning of the car ride, Remus and Sirius holding hands on the arm rest as Remus drives. Daughter!reader would still be blushing slightly, only able to look down at the book she bought. Remus would try to strike a conversation— opting to talk about which book his daughter bought, himself being a bookworm.

"Which book did you buy sweetie-" Remus asked, enable to finish his sentence before daughter!reader cut him off, "I think I'm lesbian/bisexual/pansexual." She would blur that out out of pure impulse and stress, her encounter with the beautiful girl, messing with her mind slightly (in a good way of course). Sirius, previously sipping on his coffee, would almost choke. That would worry daughter!reader slightly, not thinking rationally and starting to believe "Imagine they reject me". Girly would stress beyond relief, forgetting that Remus is gay and Sirius is bisexual— her own fathers.

Her train of thoughts would be stopped as she would hear heavy laughing from her fathers. Sirius would cough lightly, since he almost choked on his coffee, while giggling. Sirius would turn his body towards the backseat to look at his daughter, "Oh? Well papa and I are really proud of you for coming out honey, but we've known forever!" Daughter!reader would look at her dad, dumbfounded, "W-Wait what?!" She would stutter out in shock. Remus would look at her through the rear mirror, smiling, "Mhm, we've known ever since you we're in primary school sweetie!" Daughter!reader would be flabbergasted in the backseat, only able to mutter out a shock 'How?'. Sirius would nod in agreement at Remus' previous words, "You we're 7 honey and you had a crush on everyone, no matter the gender. You even kissed a girl in second grade!" Remus would laugh, "I remember that! You kept giggling happily while telling us."

The poor girl would blink multiple time, looking at Sirius, "W-Well.. I-Is it alright..?" Sirius would be laughing his ass off, Remus nudging him to stop, a giggle of his own coming out. It was a red light so Remus could finally turn his head slightly towards the backseat to look at daughter!reader, "Of course It's alright sweetpea! We don't care as long as you're happy!" Sirius nudged Remus with his elbow, a grin on his face, "She was bound to join us at some point~ We're a whole LGBTQ family!"

Daughter!reader would finally relax, her rational thoughts coming back into memories, remembering how her dads are gay so of course they would accept her! She would kinda feel dumb but brush it off at the same time. She joined in with the giggling of her parents, "So why did you guys never tell me?" Daughter!reader asked curiously, tracing the cover of her book with her finger while looking up from time to time at the front seats. Remus would start driving again, the red light turning green, "Because we let you find out on your own sweetpea"

Daughter!reader would smile softly, feeling relieved and happy. The calm moment would be short lived though as Sirius, stretching into his passenger seat, "So who's the lucky person?" A grin was proudly plastered on his face.

ᴀɴɢᴇʟ : This was so much fun to write! I meant do a part two where they playfully nudge daughter!reader to ask the tall girl for her number!

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[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Hit ‘Em Up! (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Cowboy!Gojo Satoru x Cowboy!Geto Suguru x Black!Cowgirl!Reader (Slow Burn/Enemies to Lovers)

Synopsis: You get to meet Geto & Gojo the Gunslingers, the notorious outlaws that have every town and law enforcement in a twist, when your bum-ass BF offers you as payment to avoid going to prison. Little do they know that this is only a part of your plan to get what you desire. But when you realize that the infamous gun-slinging, smooth-talking cowboys could be everything you want and more when they offer you a deal to team up with them, will you successfully be able to go through with it? 

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINOS GTFO); poly!SatouSugu; Reader is Black & Fem; Mention of other JJK characters; Porn with Plot; Tragic Backstories; T/W for Childhood Trauma, Parental Death, Violence, Panic Attacks & Torture; Angst/Hurt/Comfort; Hand Kink; Masturbation; Voyeurism; Gay Sex; Polyamorous; Double Deepthroat; Mutual Oral; Fingering; CMNF; Spitroast; Riding; Unprotected PiV Sex; Creampies; Outside/Public Sex; Shotgunning; Multiple Positions; Spit Kink; Facials; MDom/fsub Undertones; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: Hey, y'all!! Soooo originally, I planned to have this story finished last month but finishing homework for class & writing Halloween projects took up a lot of my time. So I'm finishing this story this month! I have three updates for y'all today & I'll be updating the last three chapters next week. Thank you all for your patience & continued support. Love you! Enjoy! -Jazz

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen PT I & II. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Epilogue + Soundtrack.

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NINETEEN: AIN’T TOO PROUD TO BEG.

You lie in bed in the pink dawn coming through your window, your body throbbing with need.

Your bed is soaked in sweat that isn’t just from the summer heat. Even your loose satin slip can’t afford you any relief. Your sheets have been tossed off of you, your o​​wn doing from the night before, and your hair is wrapped protectively in a satin wrap that is now soaked in sweat. 

You ignore the way your body feels, paying no mind to the throb between you ​​legs. Helping yourself out wouldn’t do much for you anyway. It never has…no since that night. 

Once again, you’ve awakened from your hot, forbidden dream of you squished between the two men you’ve forbidden yourself from loving, limbs tangled, lips locked, hips grinding against one another. You can still hear their moans and taste them on your tongue despite them just being apparitions created by your own horny ass mind. 

For the last two days, these fantasies are all that you have of the duo despite them living in the same house as you. But from the way things have been since the hoedown Friday night, they may as well just be ghosts of your past that continue to haunt you. If it weren’t for the conversations you’ve heard them have with your parents, you’d think they were gone. 

For the last two days since the party, Geto and Gojo haven’t spoken to you. They pretty much keep to themselves now, purposely waking up before you do or leaving the house while you’re in it. Whether it’s to fetch supplies from town or help your papa in the farm, they avoid you at all costs. At night, it gets no better. You often hear them whisper to each other in their bedroom, but you don’t ever try to speak to them. 

It really fucking hurts, but you’re no better. You’ve been avoiding them too since that embarrassing night. You make excuses to eat in your room during mealtimes or take your horse for rides in an effort to be away from them. You busy yourself helping your parents to distract yourself from the nagging thoughts of that night. It’s been a war for the past two days and you’re quickly losing. 

The truth is you don’t feel bad about what you did with the Gunslingers. And that’s what makes you feel bad. You know that that night was a mistake, that you never should’ve allowed yourself to get involved with your partners.

But despite this logic, you also can’t deny how right it felt being with them in such a lewd, primal way. They knew all of your favorite spots just by paying attention to your body. They knew how to kiss and touch you. Even when you showered that night, you wished you could’ve kept their scent on you. 

As much as you want to talk to them, you don’t want to be the first one to do so. You’ve got your pride. Plus, what good would it do? You can’t be with men like them. It just wouldn’t work. “Dammit,” you sigh, sitting up in bed. Time to go for a ride. 

You leave your bed, shower, and dress ​​in your riding boots, shorts, and a loose tunic before heading out to the barn. Eren is the only one awake when you venture outside to the barn, tending to the chickens that cluck and sing in the dawn. He looks over at you when you step into the barn. “Hey, you,” he chirps, a smile on his face. “Whatcha doin’ up so early?” 

Tryin’ to clear my head and distract myself over t​​he amazing sex I had with my partners that may never happen again because we won’t talk to each other and everything’s a mess. 

“Oh,” you sigh. “Just wanted to take a ride, but I’d rather fix y’all breakfast. Any fresh eggs?” 

Eren nods at the basket of eggs he picked earlier. Silently, you go over and begin plucking some out, placing them in your dress. The air is tense, thick with unsaid words. Eren awkwardly clears his throat. “So how’d you sleep?” he asks.

You resist the urge to sigh. “Pretty good,” you reply. You know he’s trying to avoid asking you about the elephant in the room. He’s been trying all weekend. 

You almost wish he would stop and just say it…until he does. “YN, darlin’,” he begins. “I know you may not wanna talk about this none, but…well, it’s eatin’ at your mother and I. It has been since Friday night.”

You finally wither and turn to him, looking into his firm gaze. “Pappa–” 

“I don’t care about you bein’ with this boys because you’re a grown woman,” he continues, putting up a weathered hand. “You can make decisions on your own. But I need to know that you’re okay and that them Gunslingers are bein’ good to you.” He fixes you with a look that says, ‘Don’t lie to me.’ 

But how can you, his daughter, in good conscious tell him about your complicated relationship with the same men that saved your life?

“Papa,” you firmly say, “there’s nothin’ goin’ on between us. We’re just friends and that’s it. Friday night was just a result of some pride BS.” You don’t mention the sex, but you have a feeling that he already knows. 

He raises one brow beneath his hat and sizes you up before he puts up his hands in defense. “Alright,” he says. “I’ll leave it at that then.” You sigh in relief, glad to hear that. You hope it lasts. 

“Well, me and your mama are goin’ out later. We’ll be makin’ a short travel to the county next door to deliver some goods and make a sale, so you and the men will be holdin’ down the fort till next mornin’.” 

You blink at him, your stomach turning. So you’ll be in the house with Geto and Gojo alone for the next 24 hours? Why don’t you trust yourself with that? “Okay then,” you say. “And yes, before you ask, I’ll be okay. I know how to cook and shoot.” Eren chuckles, the previous conversation forgotten. 

For the rest of the day, you help your mom pack and see her and your papa off that afternoon. They’ve already got their wooden cart full of goods (fresh eggs, herbs, vegetables, baked pasteries, etc.) plus their luggage. Eren sits on the bench behind his horse, petting its mane. 

“Yuri, c’mon!” he shouts from the driver’s seat. “This horse ain’t gon’ drive the cart itself!”

Yuri glares at her husband, standing in her traveling outfit of a floral dress and a hat. “Hang on, Mr. Bossy! I’m just makin’ sure our daughter is feelin’ comfortable bein’ here by herself.” You smile down at your mom, squeezing her shoulder. “Mama, I’m fine and I won’t be alone.” Unfortunately. 

“Yes, but I need to feel comfortable as your mama.” She gives you a firm stare and you know you’re about to get a pop quiz. “Now, what do you need to do before sundown?” she asks. 

You remember the rundown she gave you during breakfast this morning while Geto and Gojo were showering. “Make sure all the animals are fed,” you automatically answer. 

She nods, pleased. “And what do you do before bed?” 

“Lock all of the doors and windows, and make sure the stove is cut off.” 

“And where are the guns?” 

“In your closet in a black box under your old wedding dress.” 

Yuri smiles with pride. “Good girl,” she praises you, squeezing your shoulders. She then leans in to whisper in your ear as if she has a secret. “And if you ever feel uncomfortable, go to a neighbor’s and call us. We’ll come right home.” 

You know she’s referring to Geto and Gojo. Though being alone with them makes you nervous due to the sexual tension simmering between you now, you know that they won’t do anything you’d be uncomfortable with. You trust them. But you don’t trust yourself anymore.

“I’ll be fine, Mama,” you assure her. “Don’t you worry ‘bout me. Now go before Papa leaves without you.” 

Yuri smiles and hugs you tight against her. “I love you,” she murmurs. “We’ll call when we arrive.”

She finally heads off to join Eren on the cart and with one snap of the leather reins, the horse takes off. You wave as the horse totters off up the trail with them, both of your parents waving back even when they get farther and farther away. When they finally disappear into the horizon, you hurry to do your chores now in an effort to distract yourself. 

But no matter how much you sweep the floor or feed the animals or brush the horses or rinse, slice, and boil vegetables for beef and chicken stew, you can’t distract yourself for much longer. The more you hear the Geto’s heavy footfalls from upstairs and hear Gojo’s whistles from outside, the more you feel your need increasing. 

You want them. No…you need them. You need to talk to them. You can’t go on acting as if what happened didn’t happen. Maybe you can at least apologize? Even if you never get to pursue a romantic relationship with the two, you at least want to discuss what happened and bury the hatchet, especially if you’re able to venture off to kill Benji soon. You’ll need to work together. 

So as you fix supper in the early afternoon hours, you make a plan to confront them tonight. As the day wanes on, the anticipation for tonight grows and so does your yea​rning. When the sun finally sets and the moon hangs full in the sky, you finally finish fixing dinner and store the pots of beef and chicken stew on the stove to cool for later. You can’t eat, mostly because you’ve been cooking for hours but also because of your anxiety. 

To stall yourself further, you fix a pitcher of sweet tea using your mama’s recipe. As you stew the tea and slice lemons and mint, you think of what you’ll say to Geto and Gojo: “Can we talk for a minute?”

“I’m sorry about what happened…I mean, it was good, but it wasn’t good for us.”

“I just don’t want this to fuck things up between us. We make a great team.” 

After an hour of stalling, you finally bite the bullet and go through with your plan. You pour two glasses of cold iced tea for them duo before venturing upstairs to find them. You go to their bedroom door and clear your throat,

trying to keep calm despite your rapid heartbeat. “Boys?” you call. “Can we talk for a minute? I’ve got some sweet tea here for y’all and I fixed dinner.” 

There is no answer. Turning to the side because of your occupied hands, you use your elbow to push at the door. Shockingly, it opens, revealing an empty bedroom. “Boys?” you ask again. You poke your head in, examining the mess of clothes, shoes, and empty backpacks on the bed. 

You’re so busy trying to decode what this means that you barely hear the footsteps behind you. You turn, finding Geto and Gojo standing behind you in shock at you standing in their room. “Y/N,” Geto says, startled. “What are you doin’?” 

“Where were y’all?” you demand, saying the first words that pop into your brain. 

“Puttin’ the animals away so your dad won’t have to deal with ‘em when he gets back. What are you doin’?” Geto repeats the question, this time more firmly than before. That irks you for some reason. What is he hiding? 

You slam the glasses down on a nearby piece of furniture, angered. “Da hell is this?” you ask, motioning to their bags. “Are y’all leavin’ or somethin’? I thought y’all said you’d stay here while we’re in Willow Springs.” 

Gojo shares a look with Geto. “Uh…w-well, we weren’t plannin’ on stayin’ here any longer,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh, Suguru?” He nudges his partner for help. “Y/N,” he sighs, “we need to talk. We weren’t plannin’ on you seein’ any of this.”

You scowl at them.  “What do you mean?” you demand. “Are y’all leavin’ Willow Springs tonight?” You hope they say no. You hope that this is just a misunderstanding. “Not tonight,” Geto somberly replies. “We were just plannin’ ahead.” 

“Plannin’ ahead to what?” you hiss, tired of them beating around the bush. “To leave me here? You weren’t even gonna say goodbye?”

You feel a pang of hurt at the idea of them up and leaving you here. “No,” Geto answers, his eyes flashing. “We were gonna talk to you about this beforehand. We wouldn’t have done that to you.” 

“But you damn well were just gonna leave me here,” you argue, motioning at the evidence on the bed. “I thought y’all weren’t leavin’ until I recovered.”

Which you have, but you’re still not quite 100%. “And you have plenty of more time to recover, darlin’,” Gojo says, nodding down at your ankle. “Just with us not in the way. You got a chance to live the life you’ve always wanted now!” 

‘But that life ain’t nothin’ with you,’ you think, but you stamp the thought down. Silence descends upon you, tense and thick. “What is this about?” you whisper. “Is this about what happened?” 

Geto’s eyes flash with meaning and hidden passion. “No,” he answers, but you can tell that he is lying. “Gojo and I have been talkin’ about this for a while now and we think it would be better that you stay here while we look for Benji ourselves.” 

You already had a feeling what their plan was, but hearing it come from his lips feels like a bullet going through you. “W-What?” you stammer, shocked. “But what about our deal? I still haven’t held up my end of the bargain yet. I…” You pause, willing the tears threatening to push pass your eyes away.

“I thought we were a team,” you softly say. “I thought that…that…”

You once again pause, unable to spill those words. I thought we were something.

Both outlaws slowly walk into the bedroom, the door shutting behind them. “Y/N, we’re doin’ this because we care so much about you,” Geto softly says. “Please try to understand–” 

“I don’t need to understand shit!” you bark, barely startling the two men. “I can’t believe that after all this time and everythin’ we’ve been through, y’all just wanna abandon me like this? What, you think I can’t handle it?” 

“Damn right, you can’t,” Gojo snaps and it takes you aback. “Look at your foot, Y/N. You may be able to linedance, but you sure as hell can’t run and duck from some bullets.” Geto instinctively moves in between you to stop you from charging at his partner. “And who says?” you growl. 

Gojo slides his shades off, revealing two sapphires narrowing at you. “We say,” he answers, his voice dipping dangerously low. “Don’t start playin’ with me now, little girl, or–” 

“Or what?” you cut in. “You’ll fuck me and then forget me like ya did at the party?” Gojo’s irked expression fades. “What the hell are you talkin’ about?” he asks, having the nerve to sound confused. “This ain’t about what happened, Y/N.” 

You roll your eyes, stepping farther away from them in opt for the other side of the bedroom. “You’re a horrible liar when you wanna be, Gojo,” you scoff. “Neither one of y’all said shit to me after what happened.” You didn’t either, to be fair. 

“That’s because we didn’t want to make things more awkward than they already were,” Geto explains. “The way you ran off instead of talkin’ about it afterwards, we thought we had upset you.” 

You look away, staring at your feet instead of him. You did run away from them that night, but only out of shame and regret. Maybe you should’ve stayed and talked it out, but you were also drunk. You didn’t know up from down! 

Geto sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Listen, we’re sorry about what happened. It was just a drunken mistake.” Immediately, all of the regret you feel over running away dissipates. “A mistake?” you parrot, your voice sharp. “So you didn’t want it to happen? So this is my fault?” 

Geto’s eyes widen like he didn’t expect you to blow up like this. “Okay, now you’re trippin’,” Gojo scoffs. “Number one, there’s three of us, so Friday night was a joint decision. And B, I know he said it to make you feel better, but it definitely was not a mistake to me.” 

You blink at him, startled by what he just said. Despite his sharp look, his eyes are inblazened with passion. They mirror the same as Geto’s, the fire in his gaze so hot that it almost burns you. “I’m not gonna front: we’d both be lyin’ if we said both we didn’t want that night to happen with you.” 

You can feel your heart pummeling like a sledgehammer slamming repeatedly against your chest. “You did?” you quietly ask, no more than above a whisper. They don’t need to confirm it with their words or actions. You can see it all in the way they stare you down, like they’re both struggling to contain themselves around you. 

But it does nothing to soften the blow. It only fuels the rageful fire in you. “So what now?” you snap. “Y’all say that to me and then leave? Those words mean nothin’ to me if you take off and abandon me like I don’t matter to you!” 

Now it’s Geto’s turn to explode. “Goddamit, Y/N!” he bellows, his deep voice bouncing off of the walls. “You do matter to us. We do care about you. Don’t you understand? We’re leavin’ because you deserve a life that’s better than us. We…” 

He stops, fighting with himself. “You don’t deserve us.” He runs a frustrated hand over his face, looking absolutely gutted. “As much as we enjoyed that night and this time with you, it can’t go on any longer. It ain’t safe.” 

“And that’s what you deserve, sugar,” Gojo adds. “Safety! A safe, normal life where you can farm with your dad, bake with your mom, and be with a good, square guy like Nanami.” 

Like a record scratching, your brain focuses on that last part and repeats it. You stare at the man like he just admitted to murder. “Nanami?” you cough, almost laughing. “What the fuck does he have to do with this?” 

Gojo stares at you, dead serious. “We see the way he looks at you and how happy you seem with him.” Now you do laugh, nearly bending over as you let out a loud, donkey laugh.

“What?” you guffaw. “Y’all sound absolutely insane!” But neither one of them are laughing which makes it worse.

“You say that now until you realize that we’re right,” Gojo argues. “You don’t need a life out there with us.” 

Your smile fades when you realize just how sure of themselves they are. That if they leave, you’ll live a happy life with Nanami or some other guy that isn’t a wanted outlaw. A peaceful, normal life. You ball your hands into fists, furious with them.

“How are you gonna tell me what I need?” you hiss. “Only I can know what I need. And I don’t need this! I don’t need you two makin’ decisions for me or leavin’ me when I need you most!” 

You can feel the truth bubbling up inside of you, desperate to be free. It forces itself up your throat and out of your mouth before you can stop it: “I don’t want Nanami,” you confess. “I want…you. Both of you.” 

You finally face the truth and look them both in the eye. They are silent, just staring at you in awe. “How can I possibly live a life here if it’s not with you?” you softly ask. “How can I move on when all I wanna do is be with you?” It’s a rhetorical question, but even if it wasn’t, you know they wouldn’t have the answer. 

Now, the tears begin to fall as the wall you’ve carefully constructed and built around yourself crumbles. The wall that has been tumbling down since the moment you realized you felt so deeply for the two gunslinging outlaws. You can’t stop yourself from crying, soft sobs shaking you to the core and making you wrap your arms around yourself in an effort to stop shuddering. 

“I don’t want y’all to go,” you sob. “Please don’t leave. If I can’t go then just stay here with me. Once y’all get Benji, you can come back here with me. O-Or just forget about him and stay!” 

Salty tears drip down your face and fall down your cheeks as you continue to crumble before the two men. You don’t care if you look crazy. You don’t care if you look desperate. You need them to understand.

You then feel two pairs of arms wrap around your body and a firm chest press against your face. Another body presses itself from behind you, wrapping you up in his big arms. Gojo and Geto stay there with you, hugging you, comforting you the best way they know how. 

“Just stay,” you plead to the duo. “Please stay.” 

“Shhh,” Gojo hushes you. “We’re here, baby. It’s okay.”

You pull away and he lifts your head up to meet his saddened blue eyes. You whimper and that’s all you can do before Gojo’s lips are on yours. His kiss is soft and passionate, his feelings for you pouring into your body the more his mouth dances with yours. Your soft sobs are silenced, replaced with soft moans of longing as you glide your hands up his arms to grip his forearms. 

He pulls away to tilt your head to the side and kiss your neck, his pillowy-soft lips caressing your skin. “Satoru,” you moan. Once again, he hushes you, his lips moving up to your ear. “Don’t talk,” he softly orders. “You don’t need to talk right now, baby. Just feel this.” 

Geto moves closer to you, pressing his big body against your back. You lean against him, wanting him to know that you feel him too…and you want him too. Wordlessly, he turns your head and kisses you as well, his lips just as soft, wanton, and supple as Gojo’s.

You loop an arm around his head to pull him closer, moaning into the kiss. You feel soft lips on your neck as Gojo begins to kiss you, his hands caressing your breasts while Geto’s big hands caress your waist and ass. You are completely squeezed between them, their bodies firm and unrelenting. 

Geto finally pulls away, his eyes wanton and lips almost puffy from the kissing. “Your bedroom,” he pants. “Now.”

Wordlessly, he and Gojo guide you out of the room and swoop you down the hallway to your bedroom. As soon as you’re inside and the door is closed, the sexual tension you felt damn near explodes. You kneel in the middle of the bed while the two men watch you, looking like predatory wolves stalking their prey as the moonlight spills onto their lustful stares. 

Geto places a hand on his hardened cock, stroking himself through his pants, unashamed and unembarrassed. “You’ve got too much on and it’s pissin’ me off,” he growls. “Take off your clothes for us, baby.”

Gojo slowly replaces Geto’s hand with his own and vice versa until they are stroking each other. For you. All for you. 

A seductress steps into your skin, settling into your body. You smile at them, moving your hair aside to show them your back. “Can you help me?” you ask, your tone sultry and soft. “I can’t seem to reach back here.”

Gojo’s laugh is a damn aphrodisiac the way it has your body heating up. “Aww, ya can’t?” he cooingly asks. “I’ve gotcha, cutie.” 

His soft, long fingers glide against your skin as he begins to untie the bow holding your sundress up. “I think she was askin’ me,” Geto says, a slight grit in his tone, causing the bed to dip as he sits down beside you. “Don’t be greedy this time, Satoru.” 

Gojo chuckles, slowly, agonizingly slowly bringing your dress down over your shoulders. “No promises. You know me, Suguru: I take what I want. Why do you think you’re still here?” Geto smirks, kicking off his boots and toeing his socks, revealing his big ass feet. “And vice versa.” 

Neither one of them argue or deny what the other is saying, because both know that they want to be here. With you. This fact allows you to take the rest of your dress off, leaving you in only your panties. The duo stare at you in awe, their eyes tracing your tits, your stomach, your waist, your legs and bare feet. “Look at you,” Geto whispers. “You’re absolutely perfect.” 

You almost believe it, especially when the two hungrily latch their mouths onto your hard nipples. You moan, tilting your head back as their wet, hot tongues bathe your nipples in their saliva. Gojo grows playful, gently nibbling on his chosen hardened peak with his teeth, emitting a gasp from you. With every lick and touch, the sensitivity grows and so does your need.

Gojo looks up from your chest, lips coated in spit and his blue eyes dark with lust. “Does Sugu’s mouth feel good, darlin’?” he asks as Geto sucks and twirls his tongue against your nipple to his heart’s content. “It looks like it does. I bet my hands can make ya feel just as good.”

His hand is suddenly between your thighs and rubbing you through your panties, heightening your sensitivity by tenfold. “Fuck,” you whine. “Please! I need you both.” 

Geto pulls away from your nipple, stroking a hand over your stomach. “You’ve got us, babydoll,” he softly says. Jerkingly, you shake your head, all of your bodily functions failing you because of how horny you’ve become for these two dangerous idiots.  “No…naked. I need to feel you both.” 

The outlaws smirk at your naughty confession and move off of the bed once more to tower over you. They watch you and you watch them as they begin to strip each other, taking off each article of clothing. With each zipper coming down and button popping, with each slice of skin exposed, you grow wetter.

Finally, when their shirts, pants and shoes are off, their boxers come off. And then, finally, their big, hard cocks throbbing and on display for your eyes only. 

Their gazes are delicious and molten as you stare at their dicks, your pussy throbbing and gushing in your panties at the joyous sight. “Touch yourselves for us,” Geto orders.

You’re so wrapped up in how yummy their dicks look that you nearly miss the naughty demand. “W-What?” you stammer. 

Gojo places a hand on Geto and begins to gently pump up, making the long-haired outlaw softly moan. “You heard him, baby: touch yourself. We wanna see exactly how much you want this.”

His breath hitches as Geto begins to stroke him too, wrapping his tatted fist around his long cock. “Play with those tits too. They look too good in this light.” 

Your eyes greedily drink in the two men jerking each other off like it’s porn…which it is. Porn that you intend to get off to. With your body on fire, you slowly position yourself onto your ass and hike your legs up, spreading them wide to show the men your panties. Taking one hand, you begin to stroke yourself through your sodden underwear while you tweak and tease one nipple with the other. 

Soft moans and gasps leave your lips as you continue to watch the duo, loving how they watch you. Their cocks swell and throb in their fists, their balls dangling enticingly. “Mmm, fuck,” you moan, the sound slipping out of you. Your body grows hotter than a furnace, your heart hammering against your rib cage.

“That’s right,” Gojo moans. “You’re doin’ so good for us, sweetie. You take orders so, so well.” 

You do. You’re such a good girl. You know you are.

Finally, the friction and sexual tension become too much for you. You lock eyes with them as you suck yourself off of your fingers and then curl them in a ‘come hither’ motion. “Come to me,” you plead. “I want you to taste me.” 

The men look eager to fulfill your request, but pause and look at each other. Gojo gives Geto a wink and raises a fist. “Rock, paper, scissors?” he suggests with a shit-eating grin. Geto rolls his eyes into the back of his head. “You’re such a kid,” he sighs, but does it anyway. 

You can’t help it: you giggle as you watch the two play for a chance to eat your pussy first. The two pump their fists three times, mumbling “Rock, paper scissors, shoot” as they do. Gojo shoots scissors while Geto shoots a rock, grinning when he bangs his fist against Gojo’s fingers. “Best two out of three!” The white-haired outlaw demands, poutting. 

Geto smirks, shooting him a cocky look as he climbs onto the bed. “Uh-uh. I won fair and square, so I get to eat this pussy first.”

He turns to you, sexily crawling between your legs, making his back tattoo move with his muscles. “You just relax for me, babydoll. You know I’ll take good care of you and this body, right?” 

And that he does. As soon as he dives between your plush thighs and eats your pussy, you just about see God, especially when his tongue enters you. “Oh!” you moan, your hands immediately lacing through his long, dark hair. “Geto, yes!”

You can’t help but grind your hips into his lovely mouth, taking his tongue deeper and rubbing your clit against his nose. He happily allows it, lapping at all that you offer him while his hands grip the underside of your asscheeks to lift your hips up. 

Gojo suddenly appears beside you, standing on his knees above you with the most pitiful look you’ve ever seen on a man. “I need some relief too,” he sighs. He wraps his tatted hand around aching cock, pumping it slowly in your face. “Can ya help a poor man out, baby?” 

You’d be happy to. Moaning from Geto’s mouth, you wrap a hand around Gojo’s cock and begin pumping his shaft, up and down, twisting your hand every time you stroke downward. His soft, luscious moans encourage you to keep stroking, his blue eyes locked on you and your cute expressions as Geto sucks on your clit.

“Fuck yes!” You whine, tossing your head back. Your eyes close and your mouth falls open, making Gojo envision your entire face coated in his cum. 

“Fuck, I need to get closer. I wanna fuck that pretty face up.” Gojo wipes a piece of hair out of your mouth, staring at your plump, soft lips that he so desperately needs to feel wrapped around his dick. “Can I straddle your chest, darlin’? I promise I’ll go slow.” 

You blink at him, taken aback by his request. You’ve never sucked dick in that type of position before, but something in Gojo’s sapphire eyes tells you that he would never give you more than you can handle.

“Y-Yes,” you breathlessly answer. You trust him. Gojo smiles like you just gave him the sun and the moon with your answer. “Just tap my thigh twice if you need me to stop, understood?” 

Geto licks and gently sucks your pussy lips, stealing your words. Gojo wraps a hand around your throat, gently squeezing. “Words,” he demands.

You gasp, your nipples tightening from the act. “Yes, I understand.” The outlaw smiles and presses a kiss to your panting lips. “Good girl.” 

You watch him as he lifts himself onto your chest and hooks one leg over each side of you, straddling your bosom. Suddenly, his abs and long, hard cock are in your face. A sight to behold, indeed. Obediently, you open your mouth and he sinks inside, placing one hand on his back to thrust a little harder and a little faster each time.

“Oh, my God,” Gojo groans as if he is seeing the Holy Father while he fucks your mouth like it’s a sex toy. 

Lewd, wet sounds begin to travel from your wet mouth into the air, mingling with Geto’s eager pussy-eating. You can’t see him behind Gojo’s toned body, but just feeling his hands spread your thighs apart and his tongue caressing your cunt makes you want to gush.

Having enough for now, Gojo slips out of your mouth with a groan, allowing you to properly breathe. “Time out,” he huffs. “Open your mouth.” 

You do as he says and open your mouth, sticking your tongue out. You don’t expect Gojo to lean down and spit in your mouth, but you’re not complaining about it either. 

“Spit it back on my dick.” You do so, spitting his and your saliva all over his cock. He strokes it in, making his cock nice, shiny, and wet, before slipping it back into your mouth. 

Like a good girl, you lift your head and breathe through your nose as you take his deep throat fucking, gagging along his dick. “God, such a good girl!” he groans, running a hand through your hair. “Isn’t she, Sugu?” He looks back at his long-haired partner still feasting on your sobbing, wet cunt despite his aching jaw. “Mmm-hmm,” he hums into your pussy. 

The more he licks, sucks, and sloppily eats your pussy (even spitting on it at some point before slurping it back up), the closer you get to your first orgasm of the night. Your clit throbs against his nose as his tongue caresses and strokes your insides, coaxing you to fall apart in his mouth.“Fwuck, I’m gwonna cwum!” you mumble around Gojo’s cock. 

Gojo hums encouragingly, still fucking your mouth like he owns it. “Do it then, but you’d better cum for me too.”

Geto moves faster, licking that little spot while you grind your clit against his nose until finally, you burst all over him and the duvet below you. You whine around Gojo’s cock as you cum, gushing your juices all over Geto’s waiting mouth. 

The white-haired outlaw chuckles, watching your eyes roll back and your body shudder underneath him. “Such a slutty girl, cummin’ with my man’s cock in your mouth.”

He slowly thrusts as your orgasm high fades and then he finally pulls out. He rolls off of you while Geto rises from between your thighs, his lips coated in your cum. Gojo crawls to him and presses his lips to his in a messy, sloppy French kiss where Geto shares your taste with Gojo. 

It is by far the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. When they pull away, they look at you, each of them placing a hand on your legs. “Tell us what you want,” Geto huskily demands, his eyes soft yet lustful.

You’ve never wanted anything more in your life than them. Not even Benjii the Bandit’s blood on your hands. “Both of you,” you whisper. “I want both of you.” 

 The duo look overjoyed to hear that. “I think I quite like fuckin’ her mouth for now,” Gojo purrs, winking at Geto. Go ahead and fuck her pussy for me, babe.“ You would’ve thought he told Geto that he’s got gold stashed under the floor with how much Geto’s eyes light up. 

The sexy, stoic, long-haired man places himself between your thighs, his cock pressed against your entrance. You gasp at the contact. “Alright?” he asks, locking his eyes with yours.

You nod, lifting your hips up and he slips a pillow underneath to keep you propped up. He then slides his cock against your pussy, biting his lip as he does so. “I’ve wanted this for so long, Y/N. You have no idea.” 

Suddenly, he pushes forward and he is inside of you, filling you up and stretching you out. “Geto,” you whine, gripping his forearms like they’re your lifelines. He presses a kiss to your sweaty brow, strands of his hair tickling your ace. “I know, babydoll, I know. Let’s take it slow, okay?” 

“Go slow!” Gojo hollers. “You need to let her adjust!” 

“I am,” Geto growls, annoyed, before turning his attention back to you. “Take all the time you need. Just say ‘stop’ if you need me to stop.” 

You nod and focus on your breathing while Geto continues his slow, gentle strokes. He is by far the biggest man you’ve had. Most of the men you’ve fucked were either out of necessity to get closer to them in order to kill them or when you were absolutely desperate and needed a quick, drunk fuck. But this time? This isn’t just a fuck. This is love-making. It’s close and it’s open and it’s passionate. All of which you have never experienced before now. 

Geto and Gojo tend to you as you take Geto’s cock, whispering sweet, dirty nothings to you and pressing sloppy kisses to your lips as you rub your clit in small semi-circles. Your pussy begins to open up for him like a flower, taking him deeper. “Goddamn, baby, you’re tight,” Geto hisses, struggling to control himself. 

You are too. His body is just too delicious. You run your hands over his pecs; his stomach; his pierced nipples. Gojo seems to be struggling too, suddenly appearing next to Geto while fisting his cock in front of you. “Look at us,” he demands. “Look at what you do to us.” 

He grabs Geto’s chin and forces a kiss onto his lips. The two sloppily kiss in front of you, moaning as they do, and it makes you rub your clit a little faster. When they pull away, a string of saliva trails across their bottom lips which only makes you more aroused. Gojo laughs, cooing at you. “She really is a slut,” he chuckles. “Looks like someone likes watchin’ two cowboys kiss. I bet it’s a fantasy come to life, ain’t it, cutie?” 

He suddenly moves beside you and gently taps his cock against your lips. “Open up for him,” Geto demands. “But don’t look away from me.” Doing as you’re told, you let Gojo slip inside your mouth while you keep your eyes trained on Geto even as Gojo fucks your mouth like it’s his favorite sex toy. 

“Good girl,” Geto grunts and finally stops being so gentle. He holds your feet up to his broad chest, pressing one to his lips to kiss your toes. His cock sinks deeper inside of you, hitting that spot that draws every moan, whine, sob, and growl out of you, muffled by Gojo’s dick.

The two fuck your holes in tandem with each other, their moans and grunts mingling with yours and filling the dark bedroom. 

As Geto picks up speed, you rub your clit faster and harder until that familiar warmth in your core begins to expand the more his heavy balls slap against your ass. “Yes, Sugu, right there!” you gasp. “I’m gonna cum!”

Geto smiles, his pearly whites gleaming at you as his strokes grow more frantic. “You’re gonna cum for me? Like a good girl, right?” 

You quickly nod, babbling of “yes” and “please” escaping you. “Don’t cum inside her though,” Gojo warns, tapping his cock against your chin. “We’ve got a plan for all that nut, don’t we?”

He smirks secretively at Geto who smirks back, still drilling your shit into the mattress until it shakes. Your tits jiggle, your pussy quivers, and your brain goes numb and dumb as your second orgasm peaks. 

You don’t even get a chance to warn Geto that you’re cumming—it just happens. With a high-pitched moan, you gush all around Geto’s cock, your walls massaging him just right as you ride out your orgasm wave.

“Oh, shit!” you cry out as you tighten around him. Geto’s handsome face screws in pleasure as you cum, loving how your body and face look. “God, baby,” he pants. “You’re just askin’ for me to keep ya to myself.” 

Gojo practically forces his partner to pull out by grabbing his hips and pulling him away from you. “My turn.” He gives you a small yet devious smile as you lie there, dazed and confused from cumming your brains out. “Don’t tell me you’re tuckered out, cutie. Ya still got me to take care of.” 

Despite the soreness in your muscles, you’ve never been more horny or feral in your life. You fucking need these men, both of them. All the time. “Never,” you whisper, a sexy smile on your face. Slowly, you spread your legs for him, allowing him to get a view. “Go ahead, sir.” 

Gojo doesn’t need to be told twice. Taking his cock, he lines himself up and slowly sinks inside of you. Your mouth falls agape as your pussy, slick and open from your orgasm, stretches around him. He grins, proud of himself. “Nice, right? You can feel everythin’, can’t ya?” 

He hooks your legs over his broad shoulders and yanks you closer to him before pounding your cunt into the bed. He doesn’t waste time and doesn’t slow down. His strokes are perfect and precise, hitting your G-spot over and over again. The pleasure is so intense that you lose your voice screaming about how good he feels.

“O-Oh, oh, ‘Tarou, yes! Fuck me just like that! Harder, please!” 

Geto appears above you and plugs your mouth up with his thick cock. “You’ve got a nice voice on ya, darlin’, but if ya don’t quiet down, the whole neighborhood will hear.” 

Gojo shakes his head, his handsome face slightly flushed. “Let ‘em,” he growls. “Let everyone hear this pretty girl gettin’ fucked out of her mind.” 

He goes harder, faster, gripping your thighs for dear life as his cock hits every single tingling, pleasurable part of you. His blue eyes drill into yours, staring deep into your soul and beyond that. “You love this, right? You love us?” You nod, pathetically whimpering. “Say it then. Tell us you love us.” 

Geto pulls his cock out of your mouth to let you talk, stroking himself in time with Gojo’s thrusts. It’s so hard to find the words to speak, but you do despite how needy you sound. “I-I love you,” you pant. Gojo fucks you faster, wrapping his tattooed hand around your throat. “Say it again.” 

Your eyes widen and your mouth falls agape as the man takes you on a ride while he toys with one of your tits, gripping and massaging the pretty globe of flesh. “I love you!” you repeat, louder this time. Geto presses a kiss to your lips, gently licking your bottom lip. “Again,” he demands. “Say it and we’ll cum with you, baby. We promise.” 

Gojo keeps fucking and fucking and fucking until finally, you reach your peak and your fingers cramp as they rub your clit as quickly as possible to get you there. Pleasure explodes throughout your entire body, making your toes curl by Gojo’s ears and your back arch off of the bed.

“I love you!” you wail through your third orgasm. “I love you, I love you, I love you!” 

Through your orgasm, Geto and Gojo press a kiss to your face. “And we love you too,” Gojo grunts. “Let us show you how fuckin’ much. Don’t. Move.”

Together, he and Geto chase their orgasms by fucking your holes until they pull out and furiously pump their cocks above your body. 

You lie there tiredly, watching their handsome faces screw in ecstasy as they moan out their release, spilling cum on your body. You feel warm liquid splash onto your tits, thighs, and stomach. Your entire body sings and tingles at the sound of your outlaws moaning as they cum, the lewd, wet sounds of their palms stroking their slick cocks filling the air. 

As your high fades, you let out a tired yet delirious giggle, completely floored from the amazing sex. But once it’s gone, you feel a pang of emptiness. Because now that the event is done and the feeling is gone, you know that what led to this is still here: the fact that your men may leave. 

The mattress bounces slightly as Gojo gets up and heads to the bathroom. Geto appears above you, his hair a dark curtain in his face. Tears prick your eyes for some reason as you stare at his handsome face. “Sugu—“

He presses a finger to your lips, stopping you. “Shhh, don’t talk. We’re gonna clean you up now, babydoll. You did so amazin’ for us.” 

Gojo comes back with a sudsy washcloth and some skin oil he found. He crawls back onto the bed and presses his lips to your ear. “Close your eyes, little darlin’,” he whispers. You do, his voice like a lullaby to you. 

You allow the duo to clean their cum off of your body with the warm, soapy, wet rag before warming some oil up in their palms. The two work to massage your legs and arms, their fingers kneading your sore muscles and turning them into mush. Their touch is like silk on your skin, making you hum and moan in pleasure. The tenderness they give you makes you want to cry even more. 

When they finish rubbing you down, they toss the items aside and coax you under the covers. Your head hits the pillow as the duvet falls over your naked body. Gojo presses his front to your back while Geto takes the other side, his front against yours. Your legs entangle and your hands trace shapes on each other, the air thick with the smell of sex, massage oil, and the summer air. 

“Will you stay with me?” you whisper into the night. 

Geto presses your head into his chest. His heartbeat thuds against your ear like a metronome. “Yes,” he whispers back. “We’ll stay.” You can’t tell if he’s lying or not. 

Gojo strokes your hair, his scent curling around you. “Sleep now, darlin’,” he tells you. “Don’t fight it.” 

You struggle to fight back against the fog of sleep, but inevitably, it wins and you drift off into a sea of nothingness and post-orgasmic bliss against Geto’s chest.

[qprpbj]

do u have any hc about what darrys graduation day from high school was like? i feel like it would be a good moment with his parents, and tbh probably his last great interaction with paul.

stop i could actually talk about this for 7000 years are you kiddinggg… let me try to make this concise though lol.

first mama curtis absolutely BAWLED her eyes out fr. the baby that made her a mama graduating high school!!! & papa curtis clapping his son on the shoulder telling him how proud he is to see the man he’s become. esp bc maybe neither of his parents even graduated themselves; maybe he was The first out of the whole family to graduate high school!! imagine how momentous!!!!! idk what they’d buy but they probably picked up a handful of extra shifts between the two of them the months leading up and got him nice lil grad gifts

idk if pony and soda at 12 and 14 really understood the gravity of how big of a deal it was for a greaser like darry to graduate high school (esp soda who hates school anyway), esp as boy of the year and football team captain along w college scholarships, but they probably give him hugs and are a lil less annoying than usual on graduation day (they’re just in it for the cake tbh)

i def also think darry got to go to a senior grad barbecue sort of thing with the socs, was probably one of his last real good memories with that friend group before they all went away to college!

and.. did you want the canon darry & paul thoughts i have or my insane parasite gay darry/paul thoughts. bc… very different im afraid 😭

[consumedbyfeels]

Ashes to Ashes Spoilers

Okay so I am not okay after "Ashes to Ashes"

spoilers below

First off I love how proud Buck looks when Tommy gets his award.

And go Chim put Gerrald in his place, Also I hate him but you have to admit "I heard you got your wings" was a clever way to insult Tommy, it doesn't even sound inherently like an insult so A+ for creativity even if you are being a dick.

I just love the Gerrald a man who is playing prejudice bingo and winning had to watch a gay man, a bisexual man, a hispanic man, a asian man and a black lesbian receive awards and play nice and be professional while doing so, He must have hated every moment and I love it.

LEAVE HENREN ALONE!!!! WTF they are best parents Mara could have and they were so close to being family. I know they are going to fight like hell for her and the firefam with be with them every step of the way, but damn that women has it out for Hen and she has the power to make her life hell. I hope they can win but I'm scared, that is a powerful enemy to have.

Also Buck being a good friend to Eddie about the whole Kim thing and being supportive but also lowkey knocking sense into him. I have to admit my favorite part is eddie being confuse whos at his back door and even more confused when it's buck who asks if he can come in as if he doesn't have a key and barges in whenever he wants.

Eddie confronting his feeling over Shannon and finally getting closer is going to be great for him after it blows things up a bit. Marosal and Chris could not have had worse timing but it'll end for the better I believe. I just wanted to give Eddie a big hug in that scene, I was about to start crying with him. Poor baby.

Also bobby telling Buck he knows Tommy is a good man because they haven't had to talk about it is amazing. We love a supportive dad.

Athena honey, "there is a part of you I could never touch" ouch. My Bathena heart.

Nooo Bobby better be okay, I just know the next episode is going to be heartbreaking.

You can see Amir getting angry as he looks at the photos. Bobby is going to blame himself and that's going to spiral into something bad. Athena's going to blame herself because she asked Amir to come over and everything and now Bobby is hurt.

Also where is Harry during the fire? May is probably at her place but Harry was staying with them. I'm guessing he wasn't there cuz neither of them went all Papa/Mama Bear but I'm gonna need confirmation of this fact pleas ABC.

I hope Bobby lives and stays at the 118.

They really set up for all kinds of heartbreak in this episode. There was a lot packed into this week.

Why is everything but Tevan and Madney a dumpster fire holy shit, I am not okay. Don't get me wrong I am happy Tevan and Madney are thriving they deserve it but damn,

If you need me I will be consoling my broken heart by reading/writing Tevan fics.

[madlyn5ever]

Headcanons of wha I think the HSMTMTS characters call their parents to them:

(This is bc I was writing Ash’s and thought how would everyone else say it)

Ashlyn: Dad/Momma (specifically when talking to them, otherwise I think she just tells people mom and dad casually. But to them it’s momma and dad)

Maddox/Jet: they canonically say mom and dad but I think to their faces they’d say something like Eoma and Appa

(for their Korean side- or whatever the writers think the characters are, I just feel like bc Saylor’s Korean that’s what they’d be)

Or something less basic, I don’t know.

Seb: mom and dad/ Papa (specifically papa at home, but to others in conversation he says dad, like when he was telling Carlos about his dad not being at the farm during his Quinces. But also papa to refer to a grandfather, if he has one.)

Gina: she canonically says Mommy, and I have no notes.

Ricky: simple Mom and Dad just fits. And it’s canon.

Kourtney: She says Mommy canonically, but I feel Ike the inflection is giving more of it being spelled ‘mommie’ or something

Big Red: mom and dad, but with the air of someone who talks about their parents as small business owners. Does this make sense?

Like he’s a family business kid and it shows bc he sounds so proud and smiley all of the time.

Nini: canonically it’s Mama (mama c and mama d) and I have no notes on this either shout-out to her gay moms

Carlos: something Spanish but in a sweet way like, his parents love him so much and he’s the same back so it’s just endearing and their all so proud of each other)

EJ: Mom🥰 and dad🙃 exactly like that