#ya boi made out like a bandit

[nouearth]

dancing with wolves.

pairing. glen powell x male reader.

word count. 8.8k.

summary. journeying from town to town provided glen a solitude he’d always dreamed of. however, since meeting you, it was all he could complain about.

content warning. smut, western!au, top!glen, yearning!glen, loner!glen, bottom!reader, prostitute!reader, love confession, established relationship, passionate love-making, gagging, deep-throating, handjob (r!receiving), blowjob (r!giving), spanking, overstimulation, milking, anal penetration, breeding.

Cases of whiskey and cider were stacked in a column of two. Six units per beverage, twelve in total as Glen triple-checked the count and label. Though he’d never made a mistake in his deliveries before, it was his vigilance that maintained his good repute amongst the townsfolk. His attentiveness and efficiency in deliveries allowed for trust to be built between him and the towns he’d distribute to.

Months and more, the head of these establishments he’d work with didn’t seem to mind Glen’s uptight and reserved nature. Rather, they were used to it. Penned him as ‘Gunpowder’ because of their inability to see through him, as if the smoke from deflagrated gunpowder had impaired their vision.

As long as the goods were delivered in mint condition, who was to complain that the brooding man marched right on out after receiving his payment without uttering a single word?

Not to mention, his sturdy build was a warning itself to those who’d dared.

“Nearly doubled the shipment from last time.” It was an observation noted to himself. A low mutter that the owner of the saloon caught with a smile, because frankly, the mustached man was known to run the folk’s ears off.

There was a reason why he owned a saloon, and not Glen.

He dropped his payment into his drawstring bag and tucked it into the inside pocket of his shirt. Crime was growing rampant, even in a bustling town like New Vale where a dust storm couldn’t ward off its folks from drinking into the night. Glen wasn’t sure what to make of it. Whether to call them idiots for ignoring the highly alarming signs of bandits gradually killing their way to the west, or brave for living their lives without a single regret.

One would’ve had the same vacillation between labeling Glen as an idiot or a man, for traveling 40 miles and more in his saddle, while the threat of murders loomed over his head.  “God damn, I did! Business been growin’ ever since we’d expanded to include the whores. The fellas can’t keep their hands off of them!” Glen’s ears pricked up from the way the shorter man described the main attraction to his saloon. The man was practically ascending to heaven, tugging on the straps of his suspenders to ground him to the wooden flooring while he boasted about how much of a brilliant man he was for charging patrons by the hour, and taking a percentage of a prostitute’s pay. 

All Glen could do was watch in stoic disgust while the man relished in his own pride, in his own greed.

Though, only for a few seconds before a feeling of guilt and shame took over Glen’s conscious, calling him out on his hypocrisy, on this selfish desire that all the men in the saloon had collectively shared.

He wasn’t much of a better man than the drunkard swaying in his seat, completely shit-faced with a shot glass in his grasp.

Glen tucked his hands into his pockets, leaned to the man’s ear, and lowered his voice to a hush. “The boy in today?”

Coincidentally, he felt a spare coin in his left pocket. The silver ridges scorched his skin like it had come straight from the devil’s fountain, prodding his urges.

“Should be cleaning out back, but I’ll let ‘em know you’re here. You know his room.” The man collected the single coin with a smug grin and tipped his hat. “Nice doing business with ya, and… get y’self a drink. On the house. I’m beginning to treasure your presence.” The march of his steps out to the back were resonant, even with the ragged rhythm of the piano blaring in Glen’s ears as he walked for the stairs.

- - -

The room was left as Glen remembered it.

The thin walls closed in on the oil lamps mounted on the walls. It didn’t take much to light up the room. As bright as candles could be lit, it only emphasized how truly compact the space was. Glen couldn’t imagine that no more than two men could be comfortable standing in this lodging, let alone reside in it. Luckily, Glen was a simple man. He hung his coat on the wall and took his boots off, a much needed relief from the compression at his feet, and he felt satisfied sitting on the miserable mattress. Not from the space, no. Not when he could hear other patrons like him revel in their own pleasure, albeit muffled by the thin walls.

No. It was because he got to see his boy again. Twice a month, like how it had been for almost a year now, and Glen could feel the two weeks of labor thanking him as a huge weight seemingly lifted off his shoulders. 

Traveling from town to town and shipping out whiskey and cider didn’t take much of a toll on his body like herding cattle, but it was uninspiring. Sight-seeing was tranquil, but the sun was beating down on him harder this month. It was tiring. Always on his saddle, on his feet, and now with the threat of robberies ramping, on the defensive, all without so much of a break.

It was lonely. 

And though it was his own fault, it made the moment of seeing his boy all the more special.

Touching you was even more cathartic than he’d like to admit.

Two hard knocks, a beat, then three more, and the door opened.

“You sleepin’ already, Bighorn?” You teased, chuckling to yourself when you could see Glen rise from his position as you locked the door.

Bighorn. The endearment made Glen chuckle.

Glen watched you come into the light as his elbows supported his body, legs extended to stretch the tight muscles in his thighs and calves. A button-up and suspenders, your typical attire as a novice cook. It had to be illegal to look this striking in hand-me-downs covered in flour.

“A second longer, and I would’ve demanded for a refund.” Glen quipped with a simple grin. It was all natural, his body responding to your approach by gathering himself onto his feet. You worked him in mysterious ways. Every step you took, Glen met you half-way. 

Yearn weighted Glen’s heart to match the heaviness of your boots scraping against the floor until you stopped. He stopped in his tracks after, your wide smile reflecting off of his simpler grin, and Glen remained silent, taking you all in with the removal of his hat. 

It wasn’t the first time his eyes ever tracked a man, nor was it the first time his heart ever sped up, but you had this power, this presence, that made him feel anew with the way you looked at him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your chest close to his own. 

Surely, he knew he wasn’t going crazy feeling like his affection for you had shot up like a bull for the past month. And the month before that. 

And the month before that.

“And I would’ve made it up by makin’ sure you get the best sleep of your life. How’s that sound?” You met his eye level, unabashedly smiling wider than you had ever greeted him before. 

He felt flat, like he’d been hit by the train itself. A sharp jolt that sent goosebumps all over his skin, and it was like you read into his soul, because your hands roamed around his body, warding off the tiny prickles over his skin with a caress to his broad chest, over his forearms, against his neck.

It didn’t take long for Glen to realize you were the curator of the bumps on his skin.

“Sounds like an overpromise...” Glen chuckled along with you, his larger hands feeling up your waist, backside, then to your arse, where they felt perfectly at home in his palms. His gaze was just as curious, peeking at the collar of your shirt that revealed the smallest amount of your neck. To your lips, marveling over ruby flesh he’d often daydream about while riding across the plains.

It was becoming a routine. Where the weeks leading up to the end the month felt like the world had a vengeance against you, and this month was surely taking out its worst out on you.

“You got a haircut.” Glen noticed the shorter length of your hair, pushing it back with a swoop of his hand. He then took ahold of your jaw, maneuvering it cheek by cheek to stoically marvel over your cut.

“Was gettin’ hot. Boss man didn’t like how it collected sweat.” Your fingers worked around his collar, unfurling the fold, then folding it back into place.  “You like it?”

“I can see your face clearer. You look good.” Glen’s fingers raked through your hair once before messily ruffling it. You responded with a shove to his chest, knocking him back onto the bed with an unexpected laugh. “Guess I didn’t need to worry about whether you were eating or not. Christ, you gettin’ stronger too.”

A dull ache settled in his chest. He wanted to say something more than, “You look good.” 

No, it fit you. The trimmed hairs on the sides matched how blunt you could be. 

“You bring any gifts for me?”

“You’re sweaty, and that makes me aroused.”

“You pushing 40. That only makes me want you even more.”

“No one can fill my mouth like you do, Glen.”

On the contrary, it also framed your face like you were an angel who didn’t spout nonsense that would render him speechless. Though, he’d gotten used to that now. It made you all the more endearing, how someone could look as passive as you, have a mouth like that.

“Bastard’s been pushing more tasks onto me since business been growing. Same pay too. Man is too cheap to hire another employee. Don’t think I look any different though.” It took all the energy out of him to not sigh when you straddled his lap. He was swelling nicely beneath you, harder and thicker the more you rut your arse against him. “Or… maybe you’re just getting weaker?”

Glen rolled his eyes. “Don’t get so cocky, boy. Wouldn’t want me to beat it out of you, would you?” Your breath hitched when his palm struck down on your left ass cheek as a warning. It was effortlessly done, yet the subtle sting was more than enough to pull a groan out of you.

You brazened yourself, narrowing your eyes into his drawn gaze as you leaned closer, and pulled him halfway up by the collar. “Not if you call that a beatin’.” Your lips grazed against his, and just when Glen leaned closer, you pulled away and resumed your ruts, pushing your arse back onto his palms simultaneously.

“You gon’ regret that.” It was animalistic. The way you drove your hips into him, and the way Glen desperately responded back, groping your ass hard and pushing you flushed to his groin, to the weight of his bulge. He buried his groans into your neck, biting a patch of skin that would draw out whimpers in between your taunts. 

“I ain’t regret nothin’-“ A loud yelp slipped from your mouth. His palm suddenly came down on your ass again. Harder, like the snap of lighting had bit into your skin. It shuddered you to think that it had hurt as much as it did while you were clothed. Yet, that didn’t stop you from unbuckling and drawing out your belt, and then Glen’s. 

“That the best you got? Like a bee-sting. I ain’t impressed.” You muttered into his neck, kissing at the hot flush of skin after stripping you and Glen down to undergarments. Gradually, you worked his top off, licking and kissing every show of skin that would meet your lips, until he was deliciously bare-chested before you.

“I’ll break your damn ass if I have to.” Glen said through gritted teeth. His arms were folded behind his head, cushioning it while he watched your mouth worship every contour of his body like he was a king. Your mouth would latch onto one side of his ribs, suckling on a freckle, while the other admired his abdomen with several, drunken strokes. It took the trail of his stomach hair to pivot your mouth lower, to slip your hand into the opening of his drawers until it was inevitably full with Glen’s semi-hard cock, meaty and thick in your palm.

“You spendin’ the night?” Your ears perked up at the sound of his groans, your gaze followed the source. He was clearly desperate for more than the laze of your strokes as your grasp was loose and open, favoring to feel around his cock than against. 

“That’s what I paid for.” His hips bucked once you began massaging his cock, throbbing harder in the palm of your hand. 

“I’ll make sure it’s worthwhile, then.” With one hand continuing to knead at the tender muscle, you stripped the drawers off of his body, tossing it onto a pile of clothing in the corner.

“Look at me when you talkin’.” It came out more aggressive than he’d like it to, but your eyes lit up when he caught your gaze, a smoldering smile plastered across your face while you stroked him with your knees pressed to the mattress.

“You stressed or what? Don’t usually talk like this to me.” Stripping yourself bare, you resumed tending to his cock after, gulping at the unholy sight of the meaty tool drooling with a thick and ample amount of pre-cum that would surely stain the flooring if you hadn’t caught the sticky rope with your tongue.

You looked extra handsome tonight, Glen thought. Maybe it was the haircut working wonders on him. Making him act all crazy like he’d been bewitched. One strand of hair fell delicately over your forehead when you spat on his cock, and had your grasp around him not remind him, he would’ve forgotten to breathe.

“Just been thinking about my boy. Couldn’t stop thinking about you.” You lapped up his cock while he struggled to pour out his words. It was like molasses, the way he’d pause himself to say the right thing so he wouldn’t scare you. Coincidentally, you seemed to be enjoying the taste of his pre-cum like it was molasses as well, sucking it out him with sunken cheeks.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about filling that filthy mouth of yours with even more filth.” He hissed as you began tonguing his slit.

“Y’know how much I love the taste of your seed.” You dragged your tongue over the head, polishing it with several needy sucks, while your gaze maintained on his. One hand was wrapped around the shaft to hold Glen steady, and the other was cupped around his heavy balls, stretching and fondling the loose stretch of skin.

“I know. You like how it’s warm in your mouth, don’t you?” The grasp around his thick cock tightened. Fingers pressed into his veins, stroking the aroused muscle while your mouth worked on his glans, plump and swollen against your lips.

“And how salty it is. Taste better than your whiskey.” Sweat and musk had built up in the thick hairs of his pubic, in the crevice of his glans as you inhaled his scent. The smell of his cock made your own swollen unbearably hard.

“You like my cock too. Like how heavy it is on your tongue.” He had his fingers running through your hair, keeping any strands from obscuring your eyes as you watched him, just as he had been watching you.

“Nothing better than feelin’ my dirty mouth stretch because of the size of it. Can barely wrap my hands around your tool. My asshole struggles too, if not more.”

You loved sucking on the head. It was tender in your mouth, leaking with salt that made your tongue dance into the slit for more. It was beautiful to look at too. Every now and then, you’d slip him out of your mouth to marvel over the glistening view of his cock, swollen in your own spit.

“Yet it don’t stop you, does it? You keep sucking with that hot mouth of yours. Fucking with that tight ass of yours.” He sat up to stretch his hand from your neck and then down to your spine, repeating the affectionate gesture when he’d reach the limit of his mobility.

“Your cock is my liquor.” You held his gaze with pride, proudly slapping his wet cock across your cheek, against your lips, onto your tongue, because you weren’t ashamed for desiring men. 

You weren’t ashamed for needing Glen.

No amount of prejudice can suppress your very existence. 

“You doin’ a whole lot of talking, and not a lot of sucking.” His hand was strong on the back of your neck, massaging as if it would warm your throat up.

You purred, finding the increasing pressure on your neck welcoming as it naturally opened your mouth back up. Your tongue teased Glen for a little longer. Patience had been wearing thin, you could see it in his eyes as they hardened over the lazy trail of your tongue, unbearably sliming at the underside of his heavy cock. His grasp on your neck was clutching, pulling at your tender skin to maneuver you north and wrap your mouth back around him. But you were resisting. You were going to suck his cock on your own terms, on your own accord, flaunting your tongue over his stiffened pole to warm him up because you had all night with him.

You were beautiful like this, working your spit over his cock with your hand, while you silently leaned up for a kiss. He granted those rubies of yours a chaste peck, then another to the dried drool at the corner of your mouth, then another, a fulfilling kiss to your mouth that had drawn out simultaneous groans from the both of you because it was unapologetically more than lust.

You stroked his cock harder, to the warmth of his tongue as it slipped inside of you, keen to explore the cavern that had made his cock feel so glorious, to explore the mouth that often sent Glen into a spiral simply from his own imagination after the very minute he would depart from you.

His heart was beating, accelerating like it had soles to run on, and all it took was the palm of your hand caressing his chest in soothing swoops to ground him back to reality, to the kiss that had been broken in favor of you returning back to your original position between his legs, mouth agape and taunting as ever. 

“Only because I want you to hear what it sounds like when I’m swallowing your cock.“ With those final words, you slid his cock into your mouth without letting your gags falter you.

His cock was heavy, maintaining the girth from base to tip as you took more of him after every cycle. Tears brimmed in your eyes when you’d choke on one attempt of slotting him down your throat. Then they dripped, rolled down your supple cheeks, when you’d work yourself through your gags until your throat closed in around his tool. You’d lie there with your throat stuffed to the brim, your lips clamped shut from the very base despite the fur of his pubic hairs tickling your lips to open back up.

Your ears rattled from your conscience begging you to end your torture, but watching Glen marvel at that mouth of yours made you endure the looming threat of fainting all the more worthwhile. 

“Christ.” Drool spilled from either side of your mouth as Glen helped you stabilize with a palm to your nape. He gently pushed at the sound of your gags, keeping you situated against his groin in case you’d pull away. “You know how to make a man happy, don’t you?”

“Mmfgh—“ It was pointless responding, but Glen expected it. You always had to get the last word. The last sound. 

He maneuvered you by the neck, pulling you back then forward again, your throat making ungodly sounds around his cock in midst of doing so. Occasionally, he’d meet you halfway and thrust himself into your gags, churning the arising saliva that foamed in your mouth back down your air duct, making you choke in the process.

“You miss my cock that much, boy?”

“Mmff-guh!”

He’d pull you back just in time, his cock releasing from the tight hold of your throat like a cork barricading liquor, and you didn’t waste a single second to fill your lungs again with the arousing air.

“You gon’ kill me with that thing, bastard.” Your spit resembled fizz that would spew out from opened cider. Glen kept it to himself, but he thought you looked dashing like this. Flushed in the face, cheeks stained by dried tears, nostrils stung with sniffles, you’d collect your composure quickly after, brazen yourself as if nothing had happened, but from the tremors in your hands, you were dismantled despite working your hand on him again.

“Too much for you?” He asked, reaching over with a hand to knead at the center of your throat. Glen didn’t show many moods, but you were well aware when he was either aroused, angry, or concerned, simply by the movement of his brows. 

You lifted your chin upon the warm of his hand greeting you, grinning at the raise of the man’s brows. “I jest. Too much? Yes. But that’s the fun in it. Not knowing when to stop because I’m so addicted to you.”

“Should be a poet. You’d know how to charm people with your words.” He sighed into your mouth when he pulled you over, kissing you delicately while one hand lowered to gather his cock and yours in one hold, stroking the throbbing masses.

Glen was never too fond of feeling like this. 

This warmth that was similar to downing liquor, yet not quite as strong or as scorching as to the sensation of aged spirit burning his insides.

It was foreign. The heat liked to spread around his body, the aftermath of hot rain he’d reckon. It was steaming inside of him. Pleasant and restful while his muscles eased. He felt like those biscuits he’d eaten for morning, noon, and evening. Buttery, warm, and pillowy. 

That feeling only happened when he was with you.

It was unnerving how much power you held over him without you even realizing. How he’d weaken under the light of your smile, or even the dazed stare of your eyes, where Glen often found himself concerned with for the remaining month as the shadows beneath your eyes would grow with every visit.

You shouldn’t have that effect on him, because no one has managed to ignite such feelings inside of him. Yet you have, effortlessly so, without missing a single beat, and it was alarming to realize that his solitude had become unbearable since you’d came into the picture. 

Frightening, where his solitude would feel like abandonment had something ever happened to you.

“Poets don’t make a home.” You whispered lightheartedly before breaking into soft, hushed moans, where Glen would happily devour as you resumed kissing him with tongue, running your hands over his muscles in meantime.

“And whoring yourself out does?” He sat up, pulling away to raise a questioning brow.

It was naive of you, but Glen knew better than to lecture you in the meantime. He hadn’t seen you in a month and he wasn’t letting a simple discourse interrupt that.

You shrugged, kissing at the underside of his jaw after he pulled you onto his lap. His hands were on your hips, his cock rubbing between your ass cheeks. “No, but at least I get fucked hollow out of it.”

“Forget what I said. If your mouth is this vulgar, I can’t imagine what you’d write on paper. You’d end a famine with folks dying from shock at your smut.” Without warning, one finger slipped inside of your hole. You clenched from surprise, but eventually welcomed him in with the languid kisses Glen would provide on your neck, on your shoulders, and on your chest.

“That’s a good thing, ain’t it?” You arched forward into his embrace, pushing your ass out as Glen twisted another finger inside of you, stretching your hole with two fingers. “I saved the world…” You moaned out in a manner that sent tremors down Glen’s spine. To his cock, when he stuffed another finger inside of you, and curled deep into your resistance. “Don’t do too much. Wanna feel you.”

“You silly.” The keening sound you give out rendered him speechless, along with the dew of your body and face, thinly layered with cold sweat of your own desires. Your hands braced on Glen’s shoulders as he pistoled his fingers inside of you for a little longer. Twisting, spreading, turning, curling, throttling, until you begged for him, in whispers, in hot kisses that muffled your sounds incoherent. 

But Glen was an attentive man; tasting your tongue to feed off of your words, urging you to repeat with a smack to your ass. You would, desperate and delirious as you pushed your ass into the sting of his palm.

“Can’t take it anymore. I need you inside of me. C’mon.” You reached behind to stroke his cock with your spit, simultaneously pressing his shaft between your rump.

“You actin’ like you don’t get hollowed out daily.” Glen’s touch was tender on your cheek, holding the left side delicate in his palm, while his hips moved against your hand and grind, taunting your patience.

“Not like this. Always thinkin’ about you when someone else fucking me. They don’t do it like you.” It came out as a whine, a needy sound as you angled his wet cockhead against your pucker, dangerously pressing when you lifted your hips.

“They don’t satisfy you like I do.” A statement, rather than a query.

“They don’t...” 

Glen was good at casting doubt on people. 

Lies were often evident through the eyes. Novice liars either looked away, or stared too intensely like they were trying to convince themselves.

Your gaze yearned, lingered in search for Glen’s blessing. He held your gaze for a moment, catching a glimpse of stars in your pupils like he wasn’t aware that it was the candles’ doing. Getting lost in your eyes wasn’t warding off the warm feeling in his body. Rather, it began manifesting a smolder, burning more despite kissing you once to fan it away, to make the light in your eyes—the way you looked at him disappear.

He pulled away quickly to look into your eyes again. Burning now, he was burning. 

Again, his lips sealed over yours, and then he pulled back to stare.

The stars winked.

Again.

A few morphed as one, seemingly emptying the space in your pupils.

Again. 

No, Glen was wrong. They weren’t emptying space.

And again.

They were creating space.

He began witnessing the birth of a few more stars after every turn, crystal-like as they glimmered in your pupils once you smiled at his behavior. 

Glen was in silent hysteria, finding himself spiral from one look you’d given him. It was different. Completely unlike anything you’d ever spared him. It felt true. Pure. Honest.

Loved.

There was no way out. He couldn’t find a way to escape if he’d tried. Burying his face into your neck didn’t work. You smelled like bread dough, ones you’d been kneading in the back of the kitchen. Ones he had eaten and marveled over before even meeting you.

Simply closing his eyes had no effect either, as your hand was on his cock, chasing after the throbbing with patient strokes.

“They don’t.” Glen repeated after you, a confirmation into the underside of your jaw.

Glen was never a man who lost. At least, he never lost without putting up a fight. When he spared you one more glance at the sound of your groan, he felt himself crumble and completely melt. He couldn’t see it, but he could feel it. Feel himself melting until all that was left was for bone to be rattled with as you sank yourself back onto his lap, hands braced on his shoulders while you welcomed his cock inside of your cavity, inch by inch

“You’re an angel, y’know that? Every time I see you, I feel like my sins been washed away.” Glen ran a finger along your taut rim, marveling over the way you looked right now, bouncing on his cock, over his lap, your cock swinging in for the ride. He harbored his moans into the crook of your neck, fogging your skin with the warmth of his breath, until you’d break into cold sweats.

“Ironic, ain’t it? What loving a man can do?” You groaned and grunted with exertion as you worked your way lower in tiny thrusts. “They don’t make love to me like you do, just as I don’t make love to them like I do for you. ” You confessed with conviction, and let gravity weigh you down onto Glen’s cock, taking him into your sturdy body. “Only you.”

Glen didn’t hear that right, did he? Loving someone? It was difficult to concentrate with the way you were working his cock. It was a glorious feeling being back inside of you, compact and warm like how he’d remember breaching you. 

You felt so stretched, uncomfortably yet pleasantly filled when you’d lift your hips until only the cockhead remained, and rammed his cock back in with a strong drop of your ass. Your forehead rested on Glen’s, and you could feel every puff of breath he’d exhale. Hear the restraints in his panting as you tied your arms around his neck, and let your weight push him flat onto his back, properly straddling him. 

“You love me? What you talking ‘bout?” He didn’t have the will to stop you. You were so eager, absolutely high on your arousal as you rode his cock with desperate rhythms, but he needed to address the revelation, for his sanity. 

First off, you beat him to the punch. Had it originally played out in his mind, Glen was the one to confess about his feelings, not you.

“What? I-I ain’t say nothin’ ‘bout that.” It must’ve slipped. You didn’t know when, or how, or maybe Glen was a mind reader because you definitely didn’t say that, did you? You rocked your lower body in quicker ruts, hoping it would distill any remaining questions, and looked off to the corner, silently cursing at yourself.

“You’re lying.” His grip on your hips was sudden, making you come to a pause.

“I ain’t lyin’—“ Your brows furrowed, exasperated at the interruption. Luckily, Glen’s cock was still hard inside you, somehow throbbing even more as you witnessed something clicked within him.

Glen took ahold of your body, arms secured around your waist, before stepping off the bed and carrying you to the lone rocking chair in the corner of the room. “So, you hate me?” 

“What? No, I don’t hate you. You—I—Glen, put me down.” You groaned when Glen sat down on the chair, the position driving his cock impossibly deeper into your body.

He refused despite your attempt in wriggling yourself free. You were strong, but Glen was stronger, tightening his arms around you. “Then what is it? I want to know how you feel before I feel like a fool for loving you too.”

Though, not like he had to hold you with much strength considering your bewilderment stunned you in place. “What? You love me?”

“You tellin’ me you don’t know? What was all that “makin’ love” speech about?” He was just as perplexed as you were. His chest felt heavy with disappointment. He’d been overthinking it, hadn’t he? Glen was a liar, someone who tried to convince himself of the impossible. 

“It felt like you were making love to me. Don’t mean that I thought you actually did.“ 

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

A deafening silence as you two stared at each other. You were about to leave his lap, only for him to bound you back to him at the last second.

“Well, I do. I love you.” Glen stated matter-of-factly, a peculiar tone to his official confession, you couldn’t help but chuckle at it.

“Bighorn…” You sighed, surrendering into his arms with the slouch of your body, your chest colliding onto his. Frankly, the thought of being with Glen made you happy, yet nervous at the same time. “You know it don’t matter whether I love you or not. Nothing is gonna happen beyond this. Nothing can happen, unless you wanna risk your life. Mine too.”

“That’s something I’m willin’ to do. I’ve risked my life traveling plains, through towns, carrying expensive liquor. Nothing I won’t do for you.” Your heart felt like a pond with thrown rocks skipping across the surface of water.

“Absolutely not, and that ain’t the same. How you gon’ love me when you’re ten feet underground because of the fact that you love me?” You crossed your arms, frowning at his persistence because… well, it was working. More rocks began breaking the solitude of the pond.

“From the heavens, hopefully. Can leave you with my horse. Got a ranch back at home too. Can leave you with that. You’d have a house like you’d always wanted. Carry on with my business.” Pure dreams. That was all they were. Dreams.

“That’s only if I ain’t buried with you, Bighorn.” As much as you seemed resistant to Glen’s imaginations, you found yourself picturing a better life for you as you buried your head into his neck, listening to his tales. Living on a ranch like he’d described. Cattle and sheep would run free while you struggled to keep up with Glen as you joined him on this new lifestyle. It would be hard work, but by dawn, you’d slip into bed with Glen after dinner, and deem that it was all worth it in the end.

“At least we’ll be together, one way or ‘nother.” He kissed you at your neck, laving your skin in the weakest kisses, almost like he was beginning to surrender to your defiance. “So, you love me? You love me too?”

“I—Bighorn—Glen…” 

He’d come a long way since you’d met him. Describing him as quiet was an understatement. He refused to make small talk when you led him into this room for the first time. It was a quick exchange, a shameful one as Glen power walked out of the saloon without sparing you a single glance. Now, he often spent nights with you, refusing to let go of you even in the deep of his slumber. In retrospect, you could’ve left when you had the chance. You had many opportunities even, to find a better life in the next town, and the next.

The thought of having Glen disappear from your life felt like death itself, so you didn’t, knowing that he would eventually down the line. 

A year later, and he hasn’t. 

Love makes you do crazy things. 

“You know I love you, Glen.” You rubbed his chest sweetly, forewarning him of the disappointment you’d never relieve him from. Tears formed at your waterline, threatening to leak, so you pressed your face deep into his neck, wiping them against his skin. Your heart felt heavy, like it wanted to burst out of your chest to stop you from pushing him away. It would’ve killed you, but at least it would’ve saved Glen the disappointment. “I love you too. I’m glad we sorted that out, but we—”

“No, stop. No more. I love you.” He cut you off with a sudden kiss, whispering into your mouth after. “I love you, and I need you, you understand me?” His palm was back on your rump, kneading at the tender, yet toned flesh, while the other hand pressed his growing erection back to your pucker again, prodding. “No more buts.”

“But—“ Your breath hitched when he slid himself in again, stretching you out like before, yet it felt like an endless slide, digging all the way into the deepest part of your body, like Glen was going to cradle your heart, until he was rooted deep inside of you, balls flushed to the cleft of your ass.

“(M/N), I’ll take care of ya. Whatever happens, I’ll take care of it, you hear me?” Glen cradled your head, kissing at your cheek while you returned to burying it in between his shoulder and neck. “Let me see you.”

“H-hmm, m-mhm—“ His cheeks burned as you made those wanton noises in midst of revealing yourself before him. Flushed in the face, cheeks stricken with tears; one would’ve mistaken you to be ill. Though, in a way you were. You’d been struck by incurable illness that was love.

Glen clicked his tongue, frowning in wonder. “So, so, so pretty. You look so pretty.” He began thrusting into you, resuming where you two had left off. “You look even prettier now that I’m making love to you, you know that?”

“You love me.” You bit your lip, holding back moans because you needed to hear it from Glen again, hear of his devotion for you.

“I love you.” He whispered through grunts, spreading your ass cheeks wide, and you pressed your body forward, arching your ass out as his thrusts ramped up. His cock slammed up into you with raw passion, devoting his remaining strength to holding your ass up, and making himself work for you, all in the name of love.

“I love you.” You repeated between needy whimpers. You soon began to bounce up and down, hands braced on Glen’s shoulders, while you joined his thrusts with your own movements, meeting him halfway. His large cock reared you from behind like a hammer to a nail, pummeling you without break, without the chance to let you breathe. 

It was rather the opposite, to knock the breath out of you. 

You watched close, mouthing at Glen’s neck, then jaw, until you reached his lips, where you’d let hungry moans delicately fall into place. Glen found you breathtaking as you lost your mind with primitive lust. 

“You belong to me, you hear me?” Glen said simply, his features calm. “No one else fucks you like I do.”

Your arms tightened around his neck for a hug. Glen seemed absolutely serene in his love, with you on his lap, fucking yourself into his cock. On the other hand, you were absolutely wrecked. Glen was fucking you harder, knocking guttural moans out of you on each thrust. Your own hole clenched when Glen lifted your ass up, pulling his cock completely out of you until you were squeezing nothing but warm air. He’d expertly dip a finger inside of you, to feel how stretched you were, play with your rim because of how swollen it had gotten, before stretching you back to capacity as he brought you back down on his cock, and onto his upward thrust.

“No one makes love to me like you do.” You panted through his batter, each syllable of word rattling in volume as you had absolutely no sense of it. Glen hummed in agreement while he fucked your ass and jerked your cock all at once. He was taking care of you.

You knew what he meant in the long run; tending to your injuries if you’d happen to fall off his saddle, hosing you down with water when you’d take a dive in the lake, feeding you the last bit of his biscuit because he never liked seeing you hungry. A life far from neglect as Glen had made you realize that you and him shared the dream.

But for now, he was taking care of you. Meticulously so as Glen remembered all the spots that made his tongue taste sugary when you’d moan in his mouth. Glen’s thumb caressed your frenulum, using the pre-cum your cockhead had been spitting to slip his touch in the tightest crevices. The pad of his thumb sailed smooth over the neck of your glans, flicking, pressing, rubbing at the swollen flesh of skin. You sounded so sweet and looked so serene under Glen’s touch, a complete antithesis to how you’d normally present yourself.

Glen was familiar with the roll of your eyes; from the way you’d interact with displeased customers at the bar, or from his demand to hold you throughout the night. But would you hold it against him if Glen revealed that he preferred seeing the whites of your eyes from being fucked impeccably in the ass? With his thick cock, battering your insides until you’d remember the shape of his cock? The motion of it all, digging deep into your ass, into your guts, pummeling through your need to clench hard around him, failing to pause him from hitting that sweet spot, or else you’d spill. Your hands curled into his chest as they were braced on the sweaty surface, and you’d never felt so desired, especially with your reflection in the vanity staring right back at you, providing you a simple glimpse of how beautiful you looked to Glen.

You’re a dirty bastard, Glen reckoned you’d confront him with, only before bending over the mattress and spreading your ass cheeks for him. You lucky that I’m as well, Bighorn.

No. No, you wouldn’t hold it against him. 

You were perfect.

“Close.” You warned, then dropped your head lower to kiss him on the lips, spilling your moans into his mouth in midst. 

Your hips bucked into his fist while simultaneously rocking back into Glen’s cock. His hold on you was secure, clutching to keep you as close to him as possible. You toyed with your nipples, pinching and tugging on them, and Glen accepted those gestures as a silent invitation for him to wrap his lips around one nub at at a time, suckling on the perky bud until you’d gone swollen. You’d join his lips for another kiss in gratitude, thanking him with your tongue as it explored his warm mouth, licking into his panting, his grunts, his devotion for you. You swallowed his spit after, and your fate with Glen was sealed and optimistically beyond your control.

“You look like an angel right now, but your hole’s the devil. Squeezing around my cock like this, holding me so tight like you’re afraid I’m ‘bout to pull out of ya. Christ, you’re so tight. You my dirty angel. My sweet devil.” His hand had abandoned your cock in favor of taking your ass into both palms and spreading them like before, fucking his cock up into you.

Your eyes shared pleasure with his, only your pupils had seem blown since he’d started angling his hips in a way that sent tremors to your body. With your cock in your hand, you gazed down at Glen with dazed passion, lips parted to warn, yet only little sounds had come out instead. “Glen. Christ—“ His cockhead tickled your sweet spot at first, a brief brushing that you didn’t think much of other than the fact that it made your body tremble. But Glen persisted, shifting his body against your gorgeous, helpless, and needy body, and fucked your tight body with force, teeth-bared, sweat beading on his forehead. Your mouth fell open, and your face slackened with unadulterated pleasure. “Damn you, I’m gonna come—“

Glen shuddered, witnessing your gaze blur in and out in an attempt to focus on him as he was on the brink of his control himself. “Do it,” he urged you. “I want you to. Come from my cock. Gonna come too, inside of your hole.”

You wailed when Glen’s strong thighs slammed into your sweaty ass. A thunder of delicious sounds: your wails and his growls, the bruising smacks of flesh to flesh, the hard rocking of the chair, scraping against the floor; they created a symphony that was nearing a crescendo. Faster. Harder. Deeper. Glen pounded up into you, and your ears blared with sounds of Glen’s pleasure. Your fist pumped your cock until your forearms began to burn, veins pulsing through to power you to your high.

He was gutting you, hollowing your hole out until it would recover just in time for his next visit. You’d remember him for the remaining weeks, his cock pummeling you until your melodic cries had shifted from want to euphoric need.

“Glen..!” You yelled.

Glen kissed you deeply and bit your lower lip, one hand steeling you by the nape to hold your forehead to his. He doesn’t plan on letting go. Watching you like this, submerged in unconditional pleasure, was just as gratifying as hammering into your prostate. “You feel so good, angel. Look at you. Look at that pretty smile, you’re so happy to be filled with my cock. 

You were so full of cock, of Glen’s cock, and you cried from it. Cried from how Glen was taking care of you so well, back to fisting your cock, kissing your neck, pounding your insides out.

Love has never felt so good.

Finally, you came with an arch of your back. Glen’s fist released just in time for thick and heavy ropes to splatter on his chest. Glen stiffened, his eyes daring back and forth between the exhilarating expression on your face and the obscene visual of your cum flooding Glen’s fists as he wrapped his hand back around you, and worked you through your orgasm.

“M-mmfgh, come inside— Need it. I need you.” With your eyes on his, you leaned down to kiss him and take his hands into yours for balance, raising them over his head. They were sticky shut from layers of your cum, but that only made it more thrilling as you rode him. You lifted your hips and brought it down without a single pause, burying his cock inside of you to the hilt.

“Angel, fuck— I’m coming.“

You swallowed his growls, warnings of the inevitable, yet you accelerated like you didn’t hear, slamming your ass down repeatedly, chasing after his high. His hands suddenly grasped hard onto yours, sponging cum out from the locked hands and letting it trail down your arms, and his hips bucked. You could feel his thighs flex, see rapture possess his very being as his gritted teeth no longer could contain the trumpeting sound of his moans, his muscles pulsing. With one more press of your ass, you buried Glen’s cock and felt him come inside of you. Heavy and thick as his hot seed stained your walls. Creamy like butter, when you slowly milked him inside of you with gentle rhythms of your hips. It felt sublime, having your insides contain Glen’s devotion for you.

“You the devil himself…” Glen groaned and his body twitched as you emptied him of seed, stopping once you were satisfied. He then released your hands to embrace your waist, letting you slump into him with relief. Your head rested on his shoulder, and your eyes closed shut.

“You really mean it? You’d wanna live on a ranch together, or something?” You asked, feeling his heart come to a calm with your palm providing soothing strokes to his chest.

“Have I ever lied to you?” He turned, pressing his nose to yours. One hand caressed the small of your back, and occasionally would fondle your rump. Warm and plump in his grasp, he couldn’t help that he was in love with every aspect of you.

You thought about his question for a moment, pursing your lips before shaking your head. “No.”

“Then that’s your answer.” He assured with a kiss to your lips. “We ain’t gotta do it now, or the next month, or the month after that. When you’re ready. Just wanted to know I want a future with you.”

“Me too...” You muttered, playing with his chest hair to distract the sudden conflict you’d been harboring from him. 

Silence filled the room for a moment as he watched you intently. You picked up his hat from the floor and fit it on yourself. 

“There’s that ‘but’ again. What’s the problem?” Glen chuckled, his heart racing again despite maintaining his composure. He playfully flicked the rim of his hat down, making it tilt on your head, and cover your sight line.

“Hey—You ain’t gon’ like it.” You adjusted the hat, sighing in defeat when Glen watched you with vigilance.

“What?” He sat up, making you straighten your posture in turn.

“Think the sheriff’s not gonna like the sound of me quitting.”

“You kidding?”

“Nope.” You pursed your lips again, then sighed. “He’s boss’s most loyal customer. Pays well too. I mean, I don’t know. I may be wrong, but… think he likes me beyond what I do for him. Buys me gift from the city and all.“

“Well, he’s gonna have to prove it. I ain’t leaving without a fight. Not until I’m dead, and even then, I’ll be watchin’ over ya.”

“You a mad man.”

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The sun felt warm as it shone against Talon’s skin, making his eyes grow heavy as he and his carriage slowly moved across Hyrule field. He had just sold some Lon Lon milk in Castle town, and left early in the morning so he could get home as soon as possible. Unfortunately for him, he wasn’t a morning person, so he was doing everything in his power to stay awake. The last thing he needed was to fall asleep and get robbed by bandits.

The field was quiet and peaceful, the world not yet awakening from the sun barely peeking over the horizon. The gentle clip-clop of his horse’s hooves against the ground was soothing, and Talon began to feel too relaxed, finally giving in to his desires of dozing off.

A distressed whinny caused him to jolt awake. He looked around, expecting to be attacked by bandits or monsters, but all he saw was a small horse running to him, whinnying frantically at Talon.

“Oh my, where’d you come from, little one?” He wondered out loud, stopping his carriage and hopping off. The horse was noticeably young, with a beautiful chestnut coat and cream colored hair. It was a mare from what Talon could see, and looking at her coat, she seemed awfully familiar to him. She stomped up to Talon and gently bit his hand, attempting to drag him.

“Woah woah woah!” Talon pulled back, giving the horse a weird look. “What do ya think you’re doin’ little one?”

The horse whinnied again and started to shuffle to an area, clearly trying to get Talon to follow. Talon didn’t have much choice but to follow; a horse only acted like this when something was wrong.

“Where’s your rider?” He muttered, following the horse reluctantly. He didn’t know what he was being led to specifically, but seeing the size of the filly with a saddle of all things made him worried for a young rider, possibly injured somewhere. Seeing that Talon was finally following her, the filly started to trot towards a cluster of trees, stopping at a patch of bushes where she began to stomp around, impatiently nibbling and nudging the leaves on the bushes. Talon let out a sigh when he reached the spot, looking around to see if anything was out of the ordinary, but there was nothing. Was this filly just lost and was panicking, hoping to get help? Talon had to admit she seemed to be a smart horse, but he didn’t understand why he was led to a patch of bushes.

“Are you lost, little one?” He asked, watching as the young mare nibbled on the bushes. She nudged the leaves away with her snout while snorting, and Talon was able to catch a glimpse of blonde hair. He gasped and got on his knees, moving the bushes out of the way to reveal a young, blonde-haired boy with green clothes that blended in with the plants surrounding him. He looked to be about the same age as his daughter Malon, barely eleven, and his face was pale and covered in sweat. He wheezed as he breathed and he had a pained expression on his face, and Talon lightly touched his head to feel a burning fever. He frowned and began to shake him gently, seeing if he would wake up. The boy groaned and reacted to his touch, his eyes fluttering open. They landed on Talon immediately and several emotions flickered through his face.

“M-Mr– Bart—ten…” He choked out, his eyes tearing up as he stared at Talon. The farmer blinked for a moment, confused about what he was saying, but he let out a sigh and went to gather the boy in his arms. The poor thing was clearly delirious, and he needed medical attention.

“It’s ok, kiddo, I’ll take care of you,” he assured. The boy felt fragile in his strong arms, and he whimpered in pain as his head rested against Talon’s chest. The farmer wasted no time finding a spot for the boy in his carriage, having to move some empty bottles out of the way and laying strands of hay to add a cushion for him. He gently laid him down, finding a quilt tucked away in the corner of the carriage and swaddled him the best he could. It didn’t look comfy, but it was better than nothing. He tucked the empty bottles away to make sure they didn’t fall on him, and he grabbed a spare rope to tie to the back.

“I hope you don’t mind this, I have a feeling that boy is your rider,” Talon explained, tying the rope to the filly. The young mare surprisingly seemed willing to be tied to the carriage, and waited patiently as Talon hopped on his carriage, resuming his journey with more haste. He tried to keep a steady pace so the carriage wouldn’t jostle, and so that the mare wouldn’t be dragged behind, but he knew he needed to move fast if he wanted to get back to the ranch. He fortunately had medicine stocked up at home, knowing that if he, Malon, or Ingo got sick, he wouldn’t have time to go back and forth getting more, so the boy should be fine when they got there. He just hoped it wouldn’t turn into anything serious—Talon was knowledgeable on illnesses and injuries, but he was no doctor.

The sun was beginning to set when Talon arrived at Lon Lon, and he hopped off the carriage in front of his house, untying the mare and collecting the feverish boy in his arms.

“Daddy!”

Talon glanced up to see his little girl running towards him, an excited smile on her face. Talon smiled back and shifted the boy in his arms slightly.

“You’re back! Did ya get me anything?”

“Why yes, I did,” Talon said, pulling the boy out of the carriage and showing Malon. “I got you a new friend, but he’s a little sick right now.”

Malon’s eyes went big and she stepped forward, gently patting the boy’s arm. “Fairy boy! It’s Fairy boy! Don’t you remember him daddy?”

Talon looked down at the boy again. He was so distracted on getting him into his carriage, he didn’t recognize him as the young boy that visited Lon Lon Ranch over a year ago. Memories of him and Malon playing music at the ranch flooded in, and Talon only felt more inclined to take care of him. The situation became more personal.

“Epona!” Malon squealed, giggling at the filly who trotted towards her excitedly. Talon stared at the two’s reunion, Epona nuzzling Malon’s chest while she sang her favorite song. He smiled warmly at them and quickly headed inside, not wanting to wait much longer. So this boy and that horse used to be here in Lon Lon? Goddesses, it had been a while since Talon’s seen him, and yet it felt like it was only yesterday. Though the fairy boy was in their lives for such a short time, he left an impact on the ranch, specifically with Malon. He was the first kid her age that she’s met and played with, and Malon talked her father’s ear off about him since he went away with Epona in tow. Talon began to grow curious about where he was all this time, and why he was hidden in bushes with a burning fever.

The farmer walked up the stairs that led to his room and he set the sick boy gently on the soft mattress. He stared at him for a moment, his brow furrowed, trying to remember anything else about the little one, but nothing came up, so he turned around to get medicine, water, and a damp cloth. The folks at Lon Lon didn’t get sick often, so he hoped he remembered enough about taking care of a fever. When he went back upstairs to his room, he heard the boy whimpering, shifting in the soft bed. Talon quickly took off his shoes to make him more comfortable and rested his hand on his head. The fever was concerningly strong.

“Excuse me,” Talon said softly, gently shaking the boy. He groaned and his eyes fluttered open again, staring over Talon’s shoulder. He squinted his eyes and frowned.

“Romani? … How…?”

Talon raised an eyebrow and looked behind him, flinching when his daughter suddenly appeared.

“Goddesses, Malon, don’t sneak up on me like that!” He scolded. Malon gave an apologetic look, her dimples appearing as she smiled slightly.

“Sorry, daddy. I just wanted to see Link! It’s been a while!”

Malon leaned over the fairy boy (or Link, Talon supposed), brushing his hair away from his face. Link looked horrified as he watched Malon, clearly looking uncomfortable.

“Malon, sweetie, let’s give him some space,” Talon spoke up, noting Link’s strange expressions. “I oughta give him some medicine anyhow.”

Malon hopped back and gave her father an excited look. “Can I help?”

“Oh! Well…” Talon glanced at the bowl of water and the cloth. “You can help wipe his face when I’m done givin’ him medicine, ok?”

Malon nodded excitedly, watching as Talon helped Link sit up. The boy was so weak that he could barely move on his own, and Talon eventually pulled him into his lap so he could lean against him. Talon gripped Link’s arm firmly so he could stay in place and began rummaging his hand all over the nightstand to grab the medicine. His daughter noticed his searching and grabbed the medicine for him and Talon gave her a grateful nod, uncorking the bottle and bringing it to Link’s lips.

“You think you can drink this?” He asked, and Link nodded, clumsily grabbing at the bottle and drinking it with Talon’s help. Talon had to pull it back a couple of times to make sure it didn’t spill everywhere, but Link was surprisingly cooperative for an eleven-year-old drinking the disgusting medicine; he remembered he always had to fight Malon whenever she needed it. The bottle was soon gone, and Link leaned back against Talon’s chest, his eyes closed. The farmer cradled him for a moment, figuring that Link needed that type of comfort, and Malon walked over as she watched him with her father, her head tilted with fascination.

“Is he gonna be ok?” Malon asked, and Talon looked up at her, nodding confidently.

“I’m sure he will be,” he said, carefully moving Link so he could get off the bed. He laid him down and pulled the blankets over him, giving his hair a soft ruffle before pulling away.

“I’m gonna put the carriage away, Malon. You keep an eye on him, ok?” Talon said, and his daughter nodded back at him. Talon lingered for a moment, worriedly watching them, but finally left the room. Ingo was outside staring at the carriage annoyed, but he quickly scurried away when Talon showed up. The farmer glanced over at Epona, who was watching him silently. Talon frowned and walked over to her, giving her a gentle pat on the snout.

“That boy doesn’t have a family, does he?” He asked, knowing that Epona wouldn’t answer. It was something Talon noticed when Link first arrived. Though he didn’t remember much, he did remember that Link was by himself whenever he saw him. The only company he had was his fairy. Talon shouldn’t be too surprised—if Link really was a Kokiri, then it’d make sense why he’d have no family. But Kokiris died when they left the woods, didn’t they? Or was Link finally experiencing the death a Kokiri had when they were out of the woods? Talon rubbed his eyes with a soft grumble. He really didn’t know if any of that was true, but it made Talon slightly worried. Despite remembering that Link was from the lost woods, Talon couldn’t help but feel that he was a Hylian. Everything down to his mannerisms made him seem far more mature than the Kokiri ever were. They remained as children, their bodies and mentalities never changing, even for centuries. But Link…. His face held a mature understanding of the world that Talon only saw in adults. Either way, Talon couldn’t risk him dying. If he needed to return to the woods, he would take him there, he just needed to learn more about him.

Talon led Epona and his carriage to the barn, letting her and the horses roam with the others before returning to the house with warm Lon Lon milk. He was expecting Link to be sound asleep, but to his surprise, he was already trying to get out of bed despite Malon’s protests.

“Link, honestly! You can’t be gettin’ up now! You could barely drink the medicine my daddy gave to you!” She shouted, trying to shove him back to bed.

“I… I’ll be fine,” he mumbled, his voice raspy and hoarse. He brushed Malon off and reached for his shoes, but grew out of breath.

“Link! You’re sick! Lay back down!”

“I can’t stay…”

Talon entered the room with haste, setting the bottle of milk down as he walked up to Link. The boy stared up at him, his light blue eyes wide with guilt.

“Do you need to go to the woods?” Talon asked him, and Link frowned.

“What?”

“The woods? The lost woods? Where all them youngins are in?”

“O-oh, Kokiri forest?”

“Yeah, that. I hear Kokiri die when they’re away from the forest for too long. You… you’re a Kokiri, right?”

A devastated look took over Link’s exhausted face, his eyes spacing out as he looked down. “No…”

Talon frowned at his reaction, and he glanced over at Malon who looked concerned.

“No?”

“I-I’m not going to the woods… I’m not a Kokiri… I don’t belong there anymore. I don’t–I don’t belong anywhere,” Link’s voice grew so quiet that Talon almost didn’t catch what he said at the end. It was quiet in the room, and Link slowly went to grab his shoes, but Talon stopped him.

“What’s the rush then?”

“I… can’t stay….”

“Why not?”

“Because I…. I…” Link stammered, trying to push out a good argument, but with his feverish mind and exhausted body, he couldn’t. Talon sighed and gently pushed him back, and Link obliged, laying down on the pillow, his eyes half closed.

“At least get some rest before you decide to travel, ok?”

Link’s eyes went wide for a second, before closing, and he was finally asleep. Talon sighed and gave his head a pat, giving a proud smile to Malon.

“You handled that well, dear.”

Malon brushed some hair out of her eyes and sighed. “Thanks daddy. He sure is a stubborn one, ain’t he?”

Talon shrugged and stared at the young boy. So he wasn’t a Kokiri, that meant he wasn’t dying, thank the goddesses. But everything else about Link confused him. If he seemingly didn’t belong to the Kokiri anymore, then where did he call home? Did he even have a home? Talon sighed and began to head out of the room.

“I trust you’ll keep a good eye on him?”

Malon nodded. “I won’t let him try to get up next time.”

Talon snorted. “Try not to hurt him too much. You got some Gerudo blood in you, while he’s a simple Hylian,” Talon glanced at Link, “I think. Give him that milk when he wakes up.”

Malon nodded again and plopped herself in a chair, staring at the strange boy in bed. Talon smiled at her, leaving the room once again, feeling exhausted himself.

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Link’s fever was persistent. Talon spent a long time with him to see if he was getting better, but he was not. He wasn’t getting worse though, which Talon supposed was better than nothing. Link stayed in bed most of the time, unable to get out due to the fever and to Malon forcing him to rest. Talon always had to make sure she was gentle with him. He knew she had such a gentle and kind soul, but her Gerudo strength, despite having only a little bit of it, was not to be underestimated. Malon stayed by Link’s side the entire time, only leaving when she had chores to do. She would talk the boy’s ear off when she was with him; talking to him about her chores, her favorite animals, and the songs she wrote. She would occasionally sing to him, and he would always listen. Talon couldn’t tell if he wanted to listen, but considering the small smile on his lips whenever his daughter spoke to him, he assumed that he enjoyed the company. Many times, Talon decided to do Malon’s chores for her so she could spend time with her friend, and eventually, Link started to feel better.

Talon allowed him to walk around the ranch, knowing that being in the same room for days couldn’t feel good for anyone, and Link happily obliged. He always seemed anxious, as if there was something he had to be doing, so being able to at least walk around made him a little more cheery than normal. But as soon as he was able to walk around, he once again tried to leave.

“Where do you think you’re goin’?” Talon asked when he caught Link packing up his things, trying to talk him out of it before he was gone. Link didn’t say anything for a moment, a guilty look on his face.

“I–I need to be elsewhere,” he finally said, finishing packing up his few items scattered across the room.

“Already? I know you’re feelin’ better, and exercise is good for you, but you can’t push yourself.”

Link let out a huff. “I’ll be fine. This fever will go away in due time.”

“Yeah, if you take care of yourself,” Talon argued, and Link shot a glare at him.

“Why do you care?” He suddenly snapped. Talon’s eyes widened at the boy’s sudden hostility. He scratched the back of his head and looked away.

“Is it so wrong for me to care about a sick kid?”

Link’s expression softened and he turned away. “How much do you remember?” He asked softly.

“Huh?”

“How much–how much do you remember of me?”

Talon was taken aback at the strange question. Though he’s only seen Link a couple of times last year, he remembered them pretty well now that he spent more time with the kid.

“I remember you woke me up with a cuccoo and told me my daughter was waitin’ for me. Good thing too ‘cause I didn’t mean to fall asleep at the castle of all places. Poor Malon.” Link stayed still as stone so Talon continued, “I remember you came by our ranch and found my special cuccoo. I teased you about marryin’ my daughter and you got all shy ‘bout it.” Talon chuckled at the memory. Link looked away with an embarrassed look on his face so Talon moved onto the next memory. “I remember you and Malon played all day, and played music as loud as you two could. It sorta annoyed me when I was tryin’ to sleep but I ain’t never seen Malon sing with all her heart like that before. So I let it continue.” Talon sighed and racked everything he remembered about Link, but only one more memory remained. “And then I remember you buyin’ Epona. It broke Malon’s heart to part with that horse but she cared about you and knew you would take great care of her. And that’s about all I remember of you.”

Link continued to face away from Talon, staring blankly at the wall. Talon frowned and walked up to him.

“Why are you askin’ this?”

Link sighed and hugged himself. “You just don’t know me like you used to.”

Talon was taken aback again. “Now what in Farore’s name do you mean by that?”

Link opened his mouth but was interrupted by Malon entering the room. She spotted Link’s packed up possessions and frowned.

“You’re leaving already?” She asked as he quickly finished gathering his things. “Are you sure you feel well enough for it?”

“I’ll be fine,” he said softly, looking up at Talon with another guilty expression. “I’ve already overstayed my welcome.”

Talon tilted his head. “You didn’t overstay nothin’ boy. It was my pleasure to have you here.”

Link smiled slightly, but he quickly turned away, a sad and distant look in his eye. Talon stroked his chin and squinted at him.

“Where do you call home?”

Link glanced at Talon, then at the floor. “I—um…”

“Do you… have a home?”

Link didn’t react, and he shifted uncomfortably. Talon sighed.

“Oh… Link, if you have nowhere else to go, you can always stay here—“

“No! I-I mean,” Link shrunk away, clutching onto his shirt. “You-you guys have been very kind but I–I don’t want to be a bother anymore.”

“You were anything but a bother! We loved havin’ you here!” Talon reassured, but Link didn’t look convinced

“I-I can’t stay here for free… I—I don’t—“ Link whimpered slightly, pressing himself further against the wall. Talon backed up slightly, realizing he was being too forceful with the boy. He took a deep breath and tried again.

“Ok, if you don’t wanna stay for free, then you don’t have to,” he said softly.

Link finally looked at him, a sad look on his face. “I don’t have any rupees though.”

“Who said anythin’ about money! How old are ya? Eleven? I can't expect an eleven-year-old to be able to pay rent!”

Link stared at him confused. “Then how…?”

“Well, I can always have ya work around the farm, do whatever chores you’re capable of doin’, in return you get a place to stay and food to eat.”

Link stared for a moment, the gears in his mind turning as he thought about Talon’s offer.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Sorry to put pressure on you,” Talon quickly added, realizing he was still being forceful. “But if you want, we’d love to have you.”

Link was silent for a long time, swaying slightly as Talon and Malon watched him. He finally let out a sigh and looked up at Talon.

“Can I…. Think about it?”

Talon was relieved slightly and nodded. “Of course you can, just know that wherever you go, you’ll always have a place to stay in Lon Lon Ranch.”

Link gave a more genuine smile at him.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

Talon escorted Link to the entrance with Malon in tow, the two Lon’s chatting about mundane things with Link listening silently. When they reached the entrance, Talon turned to his daughter and nodded.

“Malon, could you get his horse for him?”

“Of course, daddy!”

Talon watched as his daughter ran to where the horses were, then he glanced at Link who still had an unsure look on his face.

“Link?”

Link pursed his lips. “I… I wish there was a way I could repay you for this…”

“Oh, it was on the house,” Talon said, waving his hand. “It’s the least I could do for you.”

Link smiled, his hands clumped up on his chest. “You don’t know how much this means to me… I… thank you…”

“Oh, it’s my pleasure. And my offer will always be here for you, or… if you ever wanna visit,” Talon shrugged, “you’re free to visit as well if you don’t wanna stay.”

Link’s face twisted slightly, and he shyly leaned into Talon, which surprised him. He was always so distant from the others, but he was almost hugging the old farmer. Talon wrapped his arms around him and rubbed his back gently, only pulling away when Malon returned with Epona. Link quickly hopped on the horse, discreetly wiped his eye, and he gave the two a nod.

“I guess I’ll… see you around?” He said, and Talon nodded.

“Of course, you be safe out there boy!” Talon said, waving him goodbye.

“Yeah! Come visit! I want to sing with you again!” Malon exclaimed, waving enthusiastically at him. Link grinned at her and nodded at the two. Then he clicked his tongue and ran off on his horse, heading to Din knows where. Talon watched sadly as he disappeared into the field, almost wishing there was more he could do for him. It was strange how much the boy had changed since he first met him. Link was a very playful and hyper boy when they first met him, matching Malon’s hyper energy. But now, he was jaded and serious, almost as if he was an adult trapped in a child’s body. Talon didn’t want to think about what he went through in the past year to get to that point, but he hoped that now Link knew that he didn’t have to face any of it alone, and that he had people to turn to.

He just had to wait for him to reach out.

[neesieiumz]

𓆩☆𓆪 | 𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙵𝙵 ⸺ ⚞𝙴𝚁𝚆𝙸𝙽 𝚂𝙼𝙸𝚃𝙷 ⚟

⸻ synopsis ⫸〖 when your home gets flooded out by a bad storm, it's only right for sheriff erwin smith to help you out, right love?〗

⸻ warnings ⫸ sm*t. fluff. minors do not interact. part ii of the gold rush anthology. sheriff!erwin. bar-owner!reader. canon-age Erwin. reader is in her late twenties, or early thirties, however, you wanna see it. afab reader. female reader. black-coded reader. soft-dom!erwin. fingering. squirting. titty-sucking. full-nelson position (yes, can you tell I have a fantasy that I really wanna do?) soft-dom!erwin. he's also really stressed out in this. he also calls you "love" all the time. he also calls you a good girl during this as well. friends-to-lovers. p*rn with plot.

⸻ writers note ⫸ lol much like reiner's this took me like two months to write. y'all better pray it don't take me that long to do eren's or we're gonna have a problem!! I just hope you all enjoy this.

⸻ word count ⫸ 7.0k.

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The bar was empty, the kitchen cleaned up, and all quiet as well. The air that once smelled of cheap beer and grease now began to fade into the smell of night dew and wet sand. You stood behind the bar, wiping down the few wet glasses to put away. Glancing out the door, seeing the moon and stars glowing against the midnight sky, sighing as your mind faded back to the events before. Back to the way Erwin and his men had rushed out of here. It has been chaotic for the people within this town. For the past two weeks, those bandits had been ravaging the town, escaping with no trace within the wind. You had overheard their frustrations from both the police force and Garrison boys and how they evaded their every movement. Wiping your wet hands against your dress, turning around to do a final count of the beer stocked behind you. It was a hassle, always being the last one, but you knew no one else could leave your bar the way you do. As you did so, you suddenly heard the door creak and swing open. Gasping, jumping in slight shock, grabbing the closest thing to you before a familiar voice hissed through the air. 

The very same man you were thinking about stomped right through the bar, face red, grumbling in anger. He wasn’t wearing his hat, probably left it at the office as he trampled on through. His bronze-brown vest was unbuttoned, showing off his buttoned-down shirt stained with sand and dirt stains. The smell of wet mud, rain, and sweat hit your nose but you said nothing as he made his way towards you, sitting right down at one of the bar stools. He let out a loud groan, reaching up, losing the scarf he tied around his neck. You let out a breath, not saying a word as you turned right back around, going to one of the beer barrels. Filling it with the one he drinks the most, before sliding it to him. Not missing a beat, he took the tall glass, downing most of it in one go.

“Thank ya kindly, love,” he said, slamming the glass down on the table. 

“Don’t go and break my glass, Erwin,” you joked, taking the glass and going to fill it. 

“My apologies, and no need for more, I’ll be too dizzy to head back home.”

You hummed, before lifting the glass up, sipping down the little you had already poured back into the cup. Erwin said nothing, watching as you licked your lips, shuddering slightly at the taste of the bitter wheat alcohol. 

“I don’t know how you boys can be drinking that shit all day,” a grimace took over your face. 

Erwin smirked, “it’s an acquired taste, could say the same thing about the fancy lil wine you’re always drinking.”

You rolled your eyes at that, smirking, “alright now Erwin..”

Rinsing and washing the glass, before taking the damp rag and wiping it down. Back facing towards him, you spoke once more. 

“Assuming from your attitude, you don’t have any good news about them bandits?”

Almost immediately, you could feel his mood dampen. He groaned, hearing sink further into the table. You glanced back at him, finding both of his large hands covering his face in further frustration. 

“I’m assuming that’s a no,” you said. 

He let out a softer sigh, before pushing himself up once more, looking at you as you shuffled around, still facing the back of the bar. 

“They’re tricky lil things, constantly evading my men,” he sighed, groaning as well as he sat up fully. 

“We chased 'em down to the big forest all the way out there, but we lost' em. Still don’t know how, not like there’s many places to hide up there. We even checked the big cave over there as well and all the possible trees they could hide in.”

Sighing, you placed the glass down with the rest of them before turning around and facing him fully. You leaned over the table, pressing your abdomen against the shiny wood. Using your free hand, you placed your pad on his cheeks, your longer fingers reaching his blond hair, while your thumb stroked his cheek. You could feel his smile form against your hand, smiling soon after that. 

“Kirstein’s been on my ass about finding them, they took a lot of his equipment and it was real expensive for him to buy new ones in the city. Told him to sell his wife’s jewelry and he looked at me like I got two cow heads.”

You couldn't help the chuckle that escaped your lips, thinking about Jean waving his fist over at Erwin, before speaking, “You can’t catch em all Erwin in one night, plus them robbers real sneaky too. First we’ve ever seen someone like this. It’ll be alright, m’kay?”

He nodded his head, and you soon moved your hand, lifting your body upright once again. He glanced around the bar, seemingly noticing that there was no one else there but him. He glanced over at you as you placed the wet rag on the rack hanging from the counter, before stepping out from behind it. Erwin watched you begin slowly turning off the lights hanging around the bar, dimming down all the lanterns. 

“Lemme walk you home, love. Can’t have you out here at night like this.”

You couldn't suppress your smile as you dimmed the last lantern, nothing but the low light of the moon peeking through the door surrounding, darkness swallowing you two whole. 

You sighed, walking back to the bar to grab your bag, “if by home, you mean the motel across town then yeah.”

Turning around, jumping at the sudden tall figure right in front of you. He peered down at you, eyes slightly wide. 

“What you mean by that, love? Why you staying in a place like that?” He asked you.

Letting out a shaky breath, and taking a step back. Erwin was close, so close that it had your heart suddenly palpated a bit, heat suddenly flashing through your body. 

“Um..” your mind went blank for a bit, before resetting, “that storm a few nights ago put me out, my roof and walls leaking so I grabbed what I could and ran down to the motel. Was soaking wet when I got there too.” You slightly snorted at that last part but Erwin’s face didn’t change at all.

“Now why didn’t you tell me about this? I could have helped you?”

You crossed your arms, taking a deep breath to help calm yourself just a bit, “and do what? You and the entire damn force were worried about those bandits. You know I don’t wanna be a bother, Erwin.”

His large, coarse came up to your face, pressing it against your cheek. Your heart kicked back up as he took a step closer to you, stomping over the distance you had put between the two of you. 

“Now you know you could never be a bother to me, love.”

You couldn’t help the smile, looking up into his usually icy blue eyes, hardened from years on the job, that now had a softened look to them. You couldn't help but use your free hand, reaching up and placing it on top of his own. The two of you smiled at each other, before dropping your hands at the same time. Erwin turned around, heading towards the opened door together. 

“I don’t feel comfortable with you staying in the motel, especially with these bandits running around,” he mentioned as he opened the door, holding it open for you. 

Sighing, turning around to lock up the bar, “well, what would you have me do Erwin? Everyone else I know is packed full, and I’m not going into the forest late at night. The carpenter’s are stretched thin with everyone else and won’t finish with my place until next week.”

You put your keys back in your bag, turning around to look at him. His face was lowered, eyebrows furrowed in a look of pondering as the two of you walked through the almost silent town. You could hear a commotion in the background, most likely people having their own get-togethers as well.  

“You could come stay with me. Until they repair your house of course.”

Your eyes widened, head swinging to look at him. The two of you locked eyes as your heart dropped for a quick moment. Stay… at Erwin’s place…? You shuffled a bit as you thought upon the idea, the idea of you two sharing a space for at least a week. Just for a quick moment, a flash of a much more, racy sight of him had your heart pounding a mile a minute. 

“I really don’t wanna put you out like that Erwin,” you spoke up, shuffling and looking away from him, trying your best to be still with your beating heart

Cool hands reached out to your chin, pulling your head up to look at the 6’2 man. 

“Now what did I just say, love? You could never be a burden to me, and you could never put me out.”

With no other words, his other hand reached out, sliding your bag out of his hands before swinging it over his shoulders. He began walking ahead of you, taking a few steps before looking back at you. He jerked his head, motioning for you to follow him. With no other words, softly smiling as you turned and walked towards him, the two of you walking in step as you walked through the town. Despite the sheriff's office being in the center of town, Erwin preferred to live a bit of the way in the opposite direction away from the forest. He likes being near the main entrance of the town, just in case something happens. As you were halfway there, a large gust of sudden cold wind blew past the two of you, causing you to shiver a bit. Your arms crossed each other, your hands stroking them to create some kind of heat. Erwin must have noticed your actions as all of a sudden, you heard a ‘plop’ before a weight fell upon your shoulders. Looking around, you saw the jacket Erwin was wearing draped across your shoulders. You looked up at him, noting him pointedly not looking back down at you as he continued walking. You let off a small smile, snuggling into the warm jacket, sounding off a soft “thank you” before continuing to walk behind him. 

The two of you soon got to his home, a simple two-story house given to him by the townspeople, a thank you for all that he does. You followed behind him as he fished for his keys out of his pockets, unlocking the door and pushing it open as he did so. He gestured for you to enter his home first, stepping out of the way for you. Soon after, he walked in behind you, closing the door behind you as you stood in his dark living room. He carefully slid past you, his hands reaching out to your waist to stabilize you easily as he walked over to a corner. Soon the room began to illuminate, allowing you to look at the quaint and simplistic living room. There was barely anything in the living room, a simple couch, a table along with a record sitting in the corner. Erwin straightened himself before turning around and walking abc towards you. 

“Let me take you to where you’ll be resting your head, love.”

He took you by the hand, causing you to gasp as he took you towards the stairs, which you hadn't noticed right near the front door. He guided you up the stairs, your bag still sitting and swinging on his shoulders. Coming up to the second floor, he took you down a hall before pushing a door open. You tilted your body behind him, peeking into the place where he led you. It was a bedroom, presumably the place where you would be resting your head for the next week or so. It was simple, a bed on a wooden stand with a night drawer right beside it. You followed behind him as he placed the bag right onto the bed before turning around. 

“This is one of the guest bedrooms, mainly for Levi whenever he comes into town, but he’s busy working on another case.” 

You blinked, nodding along as he explained where some of the things are. 

“The bathroom is the door right here,” he said, gesturing to the only other door in the room. 

There was also a huge dresser, instead of a closet which was fine as well, better for you since you wouldn't be staying for long anyways

“There’s one more guest bedroom down the hall, but it’s unfurnished so it's just full of boxes. So the only other room you’ll see up here is my own room.”

You turned towards him smiling, eyes welling up with tears of appreciation, “thank you again for this Erwin, you really didn't have to.”

He approached you, his long arms reaching out holding you on the shoulders, “how many times do I have to tell you, it's not a problem, love. Now, make yourself at home.” He said, before letting your shoulders go. 

He gave one last smile, before walking towards the door, opening it, and walking it out. The moment he left, you let out a sigh of relief, fanning off the sudden heat of nervousness from your face. You crossed the room, sitting on top of the bed before reaching for your bag. This was all you had brought with you when you left your home, most of your things water-damaged from the storm. You unzipped it, before sifting through all your clothes and things before pulling out a few night dresses that weren’t damaged. 

The rest of the night was uneventful, taking a shower to wash off the smell of alcohol and food on my body before slipping under the cool sheets. Despite the obvious unused in the room, the sheets still smelled fresh, like they were recently cleaned. You smiled, relishing in the soft feeling, unlike the itchy blankets over at the motel. 

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It had been three days since you had taken solace in Erwin’s home, and the two of you found yourself in comfortable waters so easily. At first, it was nerve-wracking being in such close proximity to him, but you soon found it easier the more he reassured you. He had shown you around in the morning after you had arrived, before personally walking you back to the bar to open up for the day. He would meet you at the end of the day, even if he had night duty, to walk you back to the house as well. His pure actions and gestures only made you yearn and pine for him more. 

As you stood in his kitchen, the bar closed up early to account for the sudden curfew the mayor had just put out. You knew Erwin was working hard and late nights, you would hear him come in late at night sometimes, your mind only tuning into his heavy footsteps creaking against the wood floors before falling back into your heavy sleep. And like clockwork, he would get up at the same time as you, to walk you to the bar. He would come in when it closed to walk you home before heading back to his office as well. You knew it was weighing over him, all this responsibility to bring peace back to your town, where more and more people were coming in from the city to experience the rush happening all over. 

You glanced over to your left, out the window, where you could see Erwin’s form hunched over, barely illuminated by the light inside the home. Sighing, you closed the pot of stew you were brewing, wiping your hands cleaning with a wet rag before walking out, towards the door. The breeze was blowing slightly, sand sifting out in the distance. The scenery in front of you was enjoyable, much more than what your own home would have to offer. The slight rancid smell of smoke pulled you out of your thoughts. Turning towards your right, seeing the blonde man hunched over the railing, a cigar in one hand, a glass of brown liquor in the other. 

“Those things’ll kill you, Erwin.” you spoke out, cutting through the slice of the night. 

His head turned slightly towards you, eyes staring right back at you. He smirked, lifting up his cigar before taking another hit. 

“This stress’ll kill me before these things do.”

You rolled your eyes, walking towards him, taking the space right beside him. The cigar smoke only smells stronger, so you knew this wasn't his first one of the night. He leaned back suddenly, throwing back the rest of his bourbon, pressing his half-burnt cigar into the railing, making another of what seemed to be numerous burn marks. Glancing behind you, at the small little area Erwin had set up on his porch, you found the bottle of bourbon along with a pack of cigars and another empty glass. You took a step back, grabbing the bottle and the glass before standing right beside him again. You poured yourself one before pointing the bottle towards Erwin, who looked down at the bottle, before holding his own glass out. You poured halfway to his cup, before placing the bottle on the railing beside you. 

You turned back towards him, tipping your glass towards him, and Erwin immediately clinked it with yours. You took a sip while Erwin basically downed the whole thing once more. Pulling the glass away, a scowl appeared on your face as you looked at the drink. 

“I still don’t know how you people drink this type of shit,” You spoke, reminiscent of when you took a sip of beer a few days ago, leaning down again the railing, holding the glass with two hands. 

He chuckled, shuffling closer to you, leaning over the railing as well. 

It was silent between the two of you, just taking in the scenery at the moment. The wind was blowing just a little harder than before, the air smelling just a bit humid from the past storms tormenting the town. You could see the Kierstein ranches in the distance, along with the forest where your friend and coworker lived as well. 

“Tell me what’s on your mind Erwin, you know I’m worried.”

His chuckle lightly echoed through the almost empty home, facing straight as he pushed himself up, “Hange’s been on me about getting these bandits. Luckily it seems they’ve stopped for now, but we still can't find whatever they’ve stolen. Towns ‘n a riot.”

You knew about the last part, as many angry men walked into your bar, cursing out both the thieves and Erwin for not finding their missing things. You were only lucky that your bar still hadn't been hit yet, but you couldn’t say the same thing for the other bars and pubs around town. You’d honestly never have seen anything like this, the way people have only confirmed three people yet they were able to flip a huge town like this on its head. You move your hand on his face towards his back, rubbing and caressing him trying your best to provide some solace. 

“Cut yourself some slack Erwin, there’s only so much you can do in this. I’m sure you are doing all you can.”

He only sighed, leaning back fully, looking up towards his ceiling, “but am I doing enough? There’s something I’m missing in this.” He shook his head, hand reaching up and basically slapping his forehead. 

“Fuck, I got a nasty headache,” he mumbled, before suddenly sniffing. 

He blinked, eyes furrowed in confusion, before turning back towards you, “you cooking something?”

You blinked, before the smell of char hit your nose, causing you to jump straight up. Squeaking as you raced inside, throwing the door open before running back to the kitchen. You reached the stove, grabbing the pot before moving it to an unused burner kneeling down, disconnecting the gas. You could feel Erwin’s eyes on you as you lifted the pot, sighing in relief as the smell of strong spices and herbs fully filled the air instead of a charcoal-burnt smell. Slowly you turned towards Erwin, locking eyes with his slightly concerned ones. 

“Want some soup?”

He smiled before standing up, you tried to tell him to sit down, as you didn't want him to do any to aggregate his said headache even further but he didn’t listen to you. He crossed the kitchen before standing right behind you, placing his hand on your waist as he reached up to the cupboards.

“‘Scuse me, love,” he said, opening the cupboards to bring out two bowls. 

His large hand rested right on your waist, letting an almost silent shaky breath as he squeezed it, bringing down the bowls to your level. Your hyperawareness only caused you to ache down there, your thighs squeezing together as he placed the bowls down on the counter. He helped you prepare the dishes, washing his hands before he did so. He grabbed the silverware along with two glasses of water as you ladled the food into the bowls. The two of you carried the food into the living room, rather than the fancy little dining room Erwin barely used. The two of you sat right next to each other, eating away at the late-night dinner you made. 

You did your best to keep Erwin’s mind off of work, and it seemed to have worked, the tense furrow on his brow reposting as you spoke of the latest gossip between the townsfolk, what you would hear day by day. How one of your long-time patrons’ had suspicions of his husband cheating, only for his husband and best friend to roll in two hours after he left. People have a lot of audaciousness is what he said after you told him about that. 

The soup you cooked soon disappeared between the two of you, along with the glasses of water as you spoke way into the night. Erwin had brought in the bourbon he was drinking, and the two of you shared the bottle, diluting it with water of course. You don’t know how it happened but the space you had put between you and the tall man had slowly decreased. Your thighs touching, shoulders grazing each other, the two of you unconsciously getting closer. 

“Oh, you got a little something here, love,” Erwin suddenly said, cutting into your giggles. 

Before you could say anything, his hand suddenly reached out to your face, his large hand cupping your face. 

With a slight sharp inhale, you could only look over at the side, seeing his thumb rub away at stains you had not seen from the corner of your eye. Erwin rubbed at it a little harder, but it seemed the smudge wouldn’t go away. He moved closer to you, leveling eye contact with you as his rough hands finally cleaned off the stain. By then, his face and you were so close together, your noses were barely touching. You let off a smile, thanking him for the help. He only smiled at your face, but his hand still rested on your face. Breathing deeply, as you closed your eyes, the scent of his sweat mixed in with his cologne, the smell of smoky vanilla bourbon, and cedar wood, along with the smell of blackened cigar smoke. It didn't deter you though. You could feel his presence get closer to you, the heat of his face radiating into your own. 

You opened your eyes just in time as Erwin closed the gap between the two of you, pressing his lips harshly against your own. You gasped, the sudden intensity catching you off guard, the sudden pressure causing you to stumble back a bit. Reaching up to him, one hand reaching up to his shoulder and the other resting right underneath his jawline. He tasted savory, the lingering taste of your late-night dinner still on his tongue. It didn’t deter you, in fact, you only pushed against him, your panties beginning to soak as his arms reached around you, wrapping and picking you up with ease. He placed you right on his lap, his other hand leaving your face, sliding down your hips to underneath your bottom, cupping it before squeezing gently. 

You suddenly let go of the kiss, lips wet as looked down into his blue eyes, which seemed deeper in color than usual. His usual cerulean blues now looked more like royal blue as you pressed your hips against him. You could feel his hard-on pressing up against your panties underneath your thin dress. Your hands reached, running them through his blonde hair. He smirked, lifting his head to look up at you.

“Erwin,” was all you said before he kissed you again.

You were much more ready for his kiss, accepting it with equal pressure. Unconsciously, your hips began to move above him. His gentle squeeze turned brutal as you rutted into him more, your juices beginning to seep into his rough jeans. Your hands soon left his hair, sliding down his neck, your delicate touches only causing him to shiver against you. Your manicured nails soon reached down to his shirt, the first few buttons unfastened already. Unbuttoning the rest, your hands grazed over his muscles, over every ridge and every scar from years on the job. He shivered under you, letting go of the kiss for a quick moment. 

“So fucking long,” he groaned, moving up against your ear, “I’ve waited for this.”

Before you could say anything, Erwin cut you off, pressing his wet lips behind your ear, trailing down to your neck. Steadying yourself, digging your nails into his side as he reached your collarbone, nibbling away at it. The aching within you only growing, and sweat beginning to drop down your back, seeping through your thin dress. His head soon dipped to the valley between your breasts as your own hands slid down to his jeans, fiddling with the belt that held them up. Erwin’s large hands left your bottom, reaching under before grabbing at the fabric. 

You could hear a stretch, the sound echoing through the room as you gasped, lifting your head to glare at the sudden cool air breeze against your back. 

“Erwin! I really liked that dress!” 

He only chuckled, seeing the rest of the scraps falling off your body, leaving you and nothing but your drenched panties. He only groaned at the sight, his hands leaving you as they shrugged off his vest, unwrapping his scarf. You assisted him, gliding your hands underneath the sleeves of his shirt, before sliding the shirt off his body. Once off his body. You threw the shirt into an obscure corner, before facing him again. Erwin thumbed at your panties, hooking underneath the waist and thigh band before slowly pulling it down. Your arousal dripped as you clenched around nothing, resting your naked body against Erwin’s half-naked own. Gasping as cool air hit your clit as he pulled your panties down fully, your nails digging into his biceps. The around you was hot as you lifted your legs up as best as you could, helping him slide the clothing off fully of your body. 

Seeing as you were fully naked while Erwin was still in his jeans, your hands gently brushed down his arms, reaching to his belt before slowly beginning to unbuckle it. At the same time, Erwin leaned down towards you, lips pressed against your neck. Hands fumbling as you shivered, the feeling of his trailing down your neck, towards your chest. His own hands slide up and around your waist, sliding up your abdomen before reaching your breasts. His large hands reached your breasts, pushing and massaging them. His lips soon wrapped around your hardened nipple, before sucking away at it. 

“Fuck,” cursing and gasping as a rush of euphoria shot through you. 

The fingers on his other hand squeezed your other nipple slightly, just enough to increase the inciting feeling rushing through you. Your hands slide up, grazing against his slightly scarred back, reaching into his soft, blonde hair before gripping harshly. The sensitivity in your nipples only amplified as he sucked at it. You let out long breathy moans as he teased you, letting out a particularly high-pitched moan as he suddenly pinched and moaned at your free nipple. Soon after he let up, the cool air hit your wet nipple before moving his attention to your other one. His hand slid back down your body, sliding in between your legs, before slowly parting your thighs, revealing your drenched cunt. His long fingers slipped in between your folds, swiping up and down in between them before slowly pressing his finger against your clit.

“Erwin,” you gasped, pulling on his hair, causing him to groan, lips still wrapped around your nipple. 

His finger continued to press and slowly rub circles into your clit, collecting the juices that continued to seep out of you. Your hips ground against him, your body aching for more, something else to fill the need trying to build within you. Erwin’s actions taunted you, his finger slipping in between your folds, the tip of his finger teasing the entrance to your hole. Your back curled as he slowly, ever so slowly, pressed his fingers inside of your, your arousal making it easier for him to slip inside of you. Your hips jerked and buckled, craving more and more stimulation. As he moved his finger, his mouth let go of your nipple, before resting his head right on our shoulder, lips lined up with your ear. 

“More,” you cried, burrowing your face into his shoulder. 

He only chuckled, his raspy chuckle only rousing you further, “you know you have to relax for me,” he mumbled. 

Taking a breath, you tried your best to, release the hold you have in his hair, sliding them and crossing them behind his neck, holding him close. 

“That’s it,” he murmured, before pressing another finger inside of you, “open up just for me.”

The stretch was slightly painful, but as quickly as the pain came, it went. You cried out even louder against his ear as his thumb pressed against your clit. Erwin’s fingers moved up and down inside of you, just as he began to nibble and kiss along the outer part of your ear, his heated breath only causing you to shiver and shudder against him. You tried to move your hips along the movement of his digits before a loud smack rippled against your skin, the pain heated so gratifyingly against you. 

“Stop moving,” his voice was harsh, it caused your heart to skip a beat. 

You trembled in his hold, but his voice commanded you, taking charge as your movements suddenly slowed down to a complete stop. 

“Good girl,” he groaned before continuing his actions. 

You could only whimper as his words, combined with the increasing pace of his fingering only caused the aching feeling building within you to surge and skyrocket. You basically drenched his fingers as he made his way with you, fucking you with his fingers while playing with your clit. Letting a high-pitched moan, you curled over, forehead resting right against Erwin as heat surged up and built within you. Your already quivering body trembles further. 

Suddenly, before you could reach that high peak, Erwin suddenly pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you shivering, cold and empty. You couldn't help but whine in his arms as he lifted his hands up, his two fingers and his top knuckles covered in your arousal. He soon pressed his hand against his lips, tasting your juices before licking his fingers clean. Once finished, his now-free hand joined his other, gripping your ass. Without warning, he suddenly stood up, his grip around you only tightening to keep you up in the air as you shriek, your arms tightening around his neck and shoulders. 

“Erwin—” you shrieked as you were lifted up into the air. 

Below you, you could see his pants and boxers pooled around his ankles before looking up to look at him. With no warning, you leaned towards him, capturing him into another kiss as you could feel him lifting the lower part of your body up, readjusting him and yourself. You melted into the kiss, your arms sliding back to allow you to hold his head between your heads. His usual cleaned-up hair was messed up, slightly drenched with sweat. Saliva was exchanged between the two of you, tongues swirling within each other's mouths. 

For a moment, you let go of his kiss, lips still pressed against him as you whispered, “I need you inside me, please, please, please, I can’t wait anymore…”

Erwin didn’t say a word, only enrapturing you into another kiss. Eventually, you could feel the tip of his hard-on pressing up against you, parting your inner labia. You let out a restrained moan into his mouth. With no other warning, he pressed on, overwhelming you even further. You abruptly let go of the kiss as you let out an impassioned cry, tongue falling out of your mouth as you brace yourself. The intensity had you convulsing within Erwin’s arms, your shaking legs easily held together by his strong arms. You could hear Erwin grunting and letting off heavy groans as he began to bottom out into you. His motions started off slow, just like his fingering actions before, allowing you to get used to his large size. The heated pressure around adding on to the sweat dripping down your body as Erwin began to move. 

“Fuck,” he cursed in your ear.

“Erwin,” you called out his name, laying your head on his shoulder as your face twisted in intensity. 

He grunted against you before speaking lowly into it, “Move your head, wanna— fuck— wanna see your pretty face.”

His voice was thick and sweet, like the most delicious chocolate cake, it coaxed you, as you moved your head, your locs brushing to the side as you gazed into his blue eyes. His pace quickened, the wet smacks echoing through the room, adding volume to your already thunderous moans. It was overwhelming, Erwin was overwhelming, a man who commanded the space around him, you couldn't help but succumb deeper and deeper to his glamor. He ravished you, his restraint breaking more and more as he savored your expressions, your sounds, and even the way you smelled. Your juices leaked all over the both of you, his hips plunged into you, the tip of his cock hitting your very core. The two of you bring out the best and worst in each other. 

You cried out his name once more, your body lurching against him, “Erwin, ahh—” You were suddenly cut off by your own lewd moan, dripping in lust. 

Erwin let off a deep groan disguised as a chuckle as he felt you involuntary clenching around him, the sudden tightening pushing him to a whole new level. His once strong-rhythmic thrust became erratic in nature. 

“You gonna come for me, love?” He groaned in your ear, the grip he had on your ass bruise-worthy. 

Nodding your head erratically, you only had a moment’s reprieve before your climax came rushing at you at full speed.

“Aaaahhh,” you threw your head back in ecstasy as you went still for a moment, everything tensing over as your orgasm washed over you. 

Erwin wasn’t letting up, as overstimulation began to set within you, your recently mind-numbing orgasm not helping you. You could do nothing but hang off for Erwin as he basically used you like a fuck-toy until he had reached his own peak. With a few final grunts, you could feel him spilling inside of you. The room now only echoed with your heavy breaths. Slowly, you opened your eyes, looking at his drenched blonde hair before using what little strength you had to pick up your head. The two of you locked eyes before breaking out into soft smiles. The two of you placed soft kisses on each other, as he turned around before slowly lowering your connected bodies on the couch. He slowly lowered you there before easing himself out of you, a slight hiss leaving your mouth as he did so. You grimaced as you felt your mixed fluids beginning to ooze out of you. You bent down, picking up your panties before sighing at the scraps of your dress on the floor. 

The two of you cleaned up, with you walking around in Erwin’s shirt while he stood in nothing but his boxers. He helped you put away the soup, and clean up the bowls you used. Once everything was clean, he dimmed out the latent, swallowing you all in darkness as you waited for him by the stairs. You could see his presence right in front of you, before squealing as he suddenly picked you up, bridal style. 

You wrapped your arms around him, before speaking, “you always gonna pick me up like this?”

He hummed, as he made it to the top of the stairs, shifting his body towards his bedroom door. He easily opened it with one hand whilst still holding you up. His room was quaint, with not many decorations, the few you could see were mainly photo frames of him and his team of police officers. Erwin laid you comfortably on the bed, however before he could walk to the other side and join you. A loud knock echoed through the house, jolting the both of you. You looked over at Erwin whose relaxed expression now took on a more hardened one. He walked over to his dresser, grabbing a pair of sweatpants before slipping them on. 

“Stay here,” he told you, seeing as you were beginning to push yourself off the bed. 

His words were stern and clear, so you sat back against the bed, watching him exit the room. Outside, Erwin walked down the stairs before eyeing his front door. Besides him, he reached into a drawer to pull out his gun. He slowly walked towards the door, slowly placing his hand on the knob before looking through the peephole. Erwin saw the familiar figure, relaxing as he opened the door fully. 

Standing on his porch was his secretary, a person he was not planning on seeing until he went in for work the next day. 

Erwin placed the gun on the table near him,, “almost thought you were someone else, what are you doing here?”

She let off a little awkward smile before handing him a file, “for you, sir.”

Erwin blinked, before taking the file and flipping through it. The familiar notes and words had Erwin furrowing his brow.

“This is the Kierstein report… Jaeger was supposed to get this for me, yesterday.”

The secretary shrugged her shoulders, “you know Eren was never going to get it done, especially when it comes to Jean. So it was either get it done or get Jean on our ass again.”

Erwin sighed, smacking the file against his head slightly, the migraine that had gone away slowly returning as he thought about his most ambitious officer. 

“I’ll have a few words with him tomorrow, get home, go get some sleep.” He called out to her, beginning to close the door not before hearing a noise, resembling a giggle coming from her. 

“Oh I’ll definitely get some sleep tonight, I wonder if you will as well.”

Erwin stopped in his tracks, turning back towards his secretary before seeing her point toward his chest. Erwin glanced down only seeing small red and purple bruises littered all over his neck and upper chest. His secretary could no longer hold back their giggles, muffling them with her hand as Erwin felt a flush of heat run through him. 

“Just, just get home.” He said sternly, before slamming the door shut. 

He waited until he heard steps leading away from his porch before letting out a breath, leaning against his door for a moment.

“Erwin,” your sweet voice called out.

He looked up, seeing you standing at the top of the stairs. He could see the light from the hallway illuminating, allowing him to see you standing there, still in his shirt. 

“Everything okay?” you asked, beginning to take a step down. 

He nodded his head, before placing the file on his living room table and heading towards the stairs, “Yeah, just someone dropping off a report, I’ll be up soon.”

You nodded your head, fiddling with the buttons before slowly turning your body. He could only stare as you slowly unbuttoned each and every button, before slowly lowering the shirt, revealing the top half of your naked body. You said nothing, only giving him a knowing smirk before walking to the right back to his own bedroom. 

Erwin glanced over at the report, before looking back up the stairs where you had just stood before him, enticing him. With no other thought, he left the report on the table before scaling up the stairs, making it to his bedroom, and shutting the door behind him. 

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[onepiece-asl-lover]

READER my au X ASL TRIO

Part 2 "help from strangers"

Eventually you regain consciousness but deside to keep your eyes close to relax and know your surrondings for a little. You hear whispers and talking from some people around you. All words they are saying mash up into a mess when they are speaking over eachother "girl...dont know...healed..dangerous...safe...child..Collar....chains...medicine....14?" When trying to puzzle those words together nothing pops into your brain. You feel a matress like thing under you but you still feel chains connected to you.

You slowly open your eyes and squint as light from a ceiling light hits your eyes. "Boss she woke up!" *random ahh shouting* You see you have bandages around your body your not cleaned up but atleast the bleeding the cuts are healing, then you look at the chains and they looked like somone was trying? to pry them open well barley. How stupid they must be, the metal is seastone. A man or a woman you think? Turns to look at you.

"Who are you"

You just look at him and blink then you speak up, more hoarse then expected but you kind of did drink some of the saltwater while swimming to shore.

"im R-reader"

"Reader? Ive heard that name before, Celestial Dragons slave girl!"

"Yes,sir"

"Yes sir"? Im a women!"

You just look at her, your face completely still and emtionless.

"Stop staring!"

"...umm t-thanks for taking care of me?"

"Taking care"? Dont tell me you're going to stay here?.."

"..."

"Stop staring! And I heard you were a bratty kid too"

"..."

"I don't wan't to take care of one more brat!"

"..."

You kept looking at her blankly not a single sprakle in your eyes. You can see a few sweatdrops going down her face and her teeth grits together as you keep looking at her then after a 1 min staring contest she sighs and turns around.

"Fine, Y/n, ill let you stay but you have to get to work next morning with Ace, and Luffy!"

You wanted to cry from relief but you were taught not to cry or you will be punished severely. So you nod and sat up, ignoring the pain going through your body.

"Thank you ma'am"

"Ya ya, your welcome"

The rest of the Mountain bandits go back to eating and you can see meat around the room. Then you see two boys, one with a Strawhat and the biggest smile you ever seen, rushing to your side while the other, with freckles, stays put and coutinue to eat an enormous amount of meat.

"Hey! My name is Luffy! Let's be friends!"

Danm this kid's enthusiastic but it make you feel...happy? Nobody showed you this much equality and kindness expect for that orange hair lady but she said it in a meaner voice.

"Okay."

"Yay!...hey what is that"

You see him point to the seastone collar around your neck

"Its a shock collar made out of seastone, if it is bothered to much it will start to beep then...it will explode"

It hurt to say that. Having to experience when you were in the Clestial dragons hands, innocent people dying becuase of a shock collar.

You turn to look at Luffy as he inspects your injury with a smile. He reminds you of an person you met a long time ago.

"You must be so brave to have all these scars and scratches! You will look so strong and tough in battle! I got one when I stabbed my cheek, but Shanks said having scars dosen't make you a pirate but I think it makes you look strong! blah blah"

As the boy continues talking you have a warm feeling in your chest you haven't felt in a long time he seems so sweet. When anybody looks at you they look at you like you were a piece of trash that has no worth

"Hey Y/N how old are you?"

"Im 11"

The room goes silent and the moutain bandits are upside down on the floor for some reason and even that freckle face boy looks at you

"Wow, she is tall for an 11 year old, I thought she was 15"

"Ace is 10 and he's only 3/4 of her size and she is just one year older than him"

The room goes back to the chatter and you look at the freckled face boy who you expect to be Ace, grunts and turns away from you.

After eating

You see Luffy run after Ace outside shouting his name as some mountain bandits try to stop him but to no luck. You see the lady who people call "boss" or "Dadan" sigh as she starts drinking some alcohol while other also drink some aswell.

You lie down and close your eyes to get some rest as you here drunk Dadan talking about the boy "Ace".

You thought a little eavesdropping wouldnt hurt right..?

"Im already giving up on Ace, too!" "I dont care if he dies or not. I'll just tell Garp it was an accident.""It's true that 'the devil's children have devils luck''! "He's the devil's son"! "If the Goverment finds about this, what do you think they'll do to us?!"

"Easy, Easy, Boss"

"You're drinking too much!"

As you open your eyes a bit you see Ace behind the curtain, and it doesn't look like you were the only one eavesdropping, and you can tell those words that Dadan said hurt him a bit.

You see Ace walk to his bedroom and close the door. A little while after, Dadan told you to go sleep in the room aswell. It did hurt to walk while still healing from all the blood loss and scars.

You went into the room as you quickly put a mattress down and before you lie down and went to sleep, you glance at Ace as he seems asleep.

"Ace, I dont think you're a devil's child, I think your just..misunderstood" you mumble

Ace sits up and goes to look at you with a shock face

"what did you sa-"

But he sees you're already asleep and sighs.

"Hm?"

He looks at the collar around your neck. He gently adjust it so it hurt you to bad. As he sighs again he lies down and falls asleep.

Next morning

You woke up pretty early 2am , only sleeping for 2 hours but if felt nice sleeping after being able to sleep only for 30 min when in the hands of the Celestial Dragons. You saw Ace and Luffy still sleeping and you gently tuck the blanket so it covers them.

You went the main area and saw it was a bit of a mess from yesterday. You started mopping the floor and laundry then started polishing the wepons and shoes.

You sat on the floor and waited for everyone to wake up. You see the room is spotless and clean. You wait for everyone to wake up, you wonder what their expressions will be? Guess have to see when they wake up.

[denningsjawbreaker]

FILMS AND SWEETS

by: denningsjawbreaker

SUMMARY: Young Carol comes to Readers house and they are watching some movie and it's basically a fluff story LMFAOOO. ( Also this is before prison! carol duh ! )

A/N : FIRST SHORT DRAFT I FORGOT TO POST HELP BUT ILL BE MAKING MORE IN THE FUTURE

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CAROL was currently over at your house and was comfortably laying on the floor with scattered bits of wrappers from her lollipop addiction. You both were currently watching Smokey and The Bandit (which was Carol's idea and there was no arguing with her when it came to Burt Reynolds). She began to feel a bit mischievous during the silence of the film and reached for one of the unopened lollipop and throws it at the back of your head.

" OOMF ! " you turned around and rubs the spot she hit and narrowed at her . She returned with an innocent smile but was chuckling.

" Thought that was funny did ya ? " You asked her as she shrugged her shoulders and leaned back against your bed and sucked on the lollipop. You had a small pout forming as you crawled to sit next to her and looked up at her.

Carol turned to you with a slight smirk and she took out her lollipop and held ur chin with her hand and brought ur face closer to her. " You know I was just messing with you doll. You know how much I love it " she whispers and looks at you up and down before placing a small chaste kiss against your plump lips.

You're pout quickly turned into a huge smile and melted in the palm of her hands. No matter what Carol did you knew she would always have this HOLD on you. She was just your favorite person ever and just spending time with Carol just made you happy and as much as Carol tries to hide it you DEFINITELY made her shitty life way tolerable.

" Doll, what do you say ? Forgive me and we can watch The Longest Yard " she asks while playing with your hair and is smirking a bit . You shake head and playfully cross your arms.

" Care, you promised me after this we would watch the Lost Boys though " you whined and wrapped your arms around your Burt Obsessed bird girlfriend . She pouts and sighs and looks at her Burt Poster she plastered on your wall since your room was basically her room .

" You really want me to deny Burt..." she asked in a small voice with her head tilt at you lowkey making her glasses fall onto the tip of her nose. You sigh and purse your lip looking at Carol who was making it harder for you to resist .

With a groan of loss you go over to your VHS tapes and put in " The Longest Yard " and you sit back with Carol who had a wide smile and was holding your her blanket as the movie began and looks at you.

" You are the best thing that's ever happened to me ! You know that? " she exclaims with a bit of a squeal and kisses your cheek and pulls you closer to her and wraps her arms around you while sharing the blanket .

You smiled at her happiness as you both enjoyed the 6th Burt Movie y'all watched tonight. You didn't actually mind though because all you needed was the HAPPINESS of Carol and her being happy and cared for.

" Can We watch Deliverance next ?" Carol asked and you chuckle.

" Let's just finish this one first before we get ahead of ourselves - "

" What- I don't get ahead- "

" Carol... "

" Fine..." Carol sighs and pouts while holding you still but she has a small smile as she feels your hand rubbing circles on her skin. Both of you enjoying the movie with no worries or stress.

This is what's most important .

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[ PLS comment if you'd like to be featured in my future tagged list for Carol stories ]

[beth-purcell]

Beth Rambles about Bendy

because holy crap I may have been hit with a horrifying aha moment. And full disclosure, I am aware that it sounds very Tin Hat and making a lot of assumptions, but at this moment I need to get it spewed out of my head. So be aware that I'm going to be emulating the Pepe Silvia meme

And just as a heads up, I'm mentioning the designs that were leaked in the Dreams Come to Life graphic novel so click Keep Reading at your own risk! And please don't be rude or try and go after anybody, this is my own opinions and frazzled freight train thoughts.

So I just got hit with a realization regarding the graphic novel and the whole decanonization with the books.

Mike and Meatly did it so they could avoid the backlash of the designs in the graphic novel and whatever they've got planned with the games moving forward, especially as it pertains to the character's designs. Or alternatively, they did it (the blunt "the books aren't canon anymore") to distract and/or pull one over on the fans so that way they can put their designs into the games and not deal with as much as scrutiny.

Cause we've seen with BATDR that they've improved the designs of the human characters compared to Joey in BATIM, and given we have both The Cage, a game that's focusing on the horrors of GENT (which involve human experimentation as far as BATDR hinted at) and B3NDY probably focusing on the aftermath of BATDR from Audrey's perspective, which you would think would involve her trying to deal with her new living toon roommate while factoring the consequences of being pulled into the Inky Hellscape on a Monday/Tuesday depending on the time Wilson dragged her in and how long she was actually trapped there (which ya know, wasn't answered in game). Either way, there's a lot of potential of more human characters to interact with, and if they really wanted to push the idea of a more "mature" and "experimental" [And boy do I have thoughts about that], what better way than having in-universe film of experiments or photos of the victims, or even flashback sequences we could play through?

It's not a secret that Mike and Meatly are very controlling in regard to their IPs (Adrienne confirming that they had a hand in every book; what happened to Showdown Bandit; Mike's own comments in the Bendy AMA; etc) and they have a tendency to ignore the room and stick their foot in their mouths (The fact it was only Mike that made acknowledgement of the Kindly Beast Firings and the accused workplace abuse; Mike deciding to "be clearer" on Meatly's comment regarding the books being fun extras; the situation less than two weeks ago that led to Mike to delete his Twitter again; etc). And let's be real, the quality control on the graphic novel is abyssmal, even for a extremely rushed project. Like I'd argue this is past "get it done good enough" or "we're making games for stupid kids" and I'm in absolute shock that this is what happened.

Obviously the idea of them on purposely setting things in place to either distract the fan base or try and claim control over the "canon" would imply that they are competent enough to think ahead and be able to convince Scholastic to risk customer goodwill, but I find it so strange that they started this takedown of the books's role in the canon less than two months away from Fade to Black's release and then the continuing snowballing. It's probably more likely that Mike got tired of people praising the books for their work and wanted control, and basically convinced Meatly that they had to change the books' canon status because it wouldn't fit with their plans, and they didn't think of the consequences, especially after people found leaks and preview images and the fact that people still know what Mike had said in regard to diversity back during the Bendy AMA:

And while I've been putting blame on Mike, as he's been the one to be more vocal and obvious, Meatly is just as bad for letting this to get to this point, for letting Mike stick his foot in his mouth and constantly put the Bendy brand in a negative light and undermine him with every opportunity. Like I don't know what the business relationship is like, but at some point you gotta put your foot down.

As much as it's unlikely, I do like the theory @mickeys-malarkey posted where there could be more to the whole graphic novel of Buddy's take on events that just being an adaptation. I mean the idea of the graphic novels being an extension of Joey's attempts to cover his ass would be an amazing spin on the Mascot Horror media outside of the video games.

Hopefully those two manage to keep quiet for a while and not pull a "OwO here be the Cage's trailer~! And Lone Wolf Release!" and try to drown out the graphic novel's release but I'm not holding my breath xp

[the-silly-05]

Alr lore time, but first....

[NO THOMPSONS WAS HARMED IN THE MAKING OF THIS, ONLY IN THE PAST]

Backstory shit :

Thompson much like Tom, had a lack of eyes and parents... Okay, not so much the eyes thing.. he had AN eye. Anyways. Thom was a out cast growing up, untill he met... Eduardo, yup his first fuckin' friend was the dirty green asshole who Hits Juan for a living. Ya know how I said Thom only had one eye? Like a hole one like Tom's? Well, Edu gave him something to cover that bad boy up, AND OFF THEY WENT, to do a crime, which was their first one : A R S O N. Let's just skip a few years... Alr so Thom was a bandit with Edu for most of his teen life, which got him stabbed in the back for reasons which are still unknown... Physically and medicalfordaly. Before he could die though.. he was saved, but by who? The current sheriff of the small town, Peterson [who's still being disigned], Peterson was like the father Thom never had. Peterson and his wife, Monica [still in the process] ended up taking Thom in, after he got out of prison for his multiple crimes, after that, Thom became the deputy. Nothing could go wrong! ... Right?

Then the Red Bandit came along. The most wanted man in all the west, the guy who could take any man down in less than a minute or two, the person when he was even mentioned set folks a' runin'. As Peterson's deputy, Thom had to got with him to try to deal with Red, that decision to go with Peterson was probably the worst decision he had ever made. It was a long and wild Battle, but Red won. that day Thompson went home alone, but not empty handed, with Peterson's hat in his hands, crying.

[calekinnieplus]

It is time to sleep and also time to recount what I've read today. I have read quite a bit today as well. 6 ½ hours. Not bad, right? Heh. I've reached chapter 673 and my reading app says I've read 48% of the novel. Very encouraging! ...or not. I won't be able to finish it this month, it seems. Pity. Either way, it's recap time!

The best news first! Sequence 5!! Our boy is a Nimblewright Master! He's a powerhouse! After all that hard work, we see results! He's on the threshold of demigod, oh wow. It's actually insane. And the corresponding abilities are also terrifying. On the surface they're scary, but used by our sharp, experienced Klein, I can't help but feel pity for his enemies.

Next, what also intrigued me was the appearance of Queen Mystic, Bernadette! Really didn't expect her to have had a hand in Gehrman Sparrow's fake identity. And all the other stuff was also surprising. Like, in no way would I have connected new Tarot Club member, The Hermit, Admiral of Stars Cattleya's teacher and mentor with the only other transmigrator Emperor Roselle's daughter, Bernadette. It just seems to be a part of two different stories. And she figured out who Hero Bandit Dark Emperor was, too! She's quite smart. I like her

The third thing I wanted to talk about was the whole night and dream world that happened in the... Sonia Sea, I believe? I can't remember the actual name. Where the mermaids are. Anyway, that whole thing is so... mysterious and historical, to some extent, my gut says we might return here later. Like, the similarities between this "world" and the Forsaken Land of the Gods make me raise an eyebrow, ya know?

But honestly, idk if it's because I'm unfamiliar with Chinese novels or if that's just the way LOTM is, but my predictions don't really seem to work 8 out of 10 times lol. It's great, it keeps me on my toes lmao

Fourth thing! Derrick’s exploration into Afternoon Town! We actually learned about another King of Angels and some snippets that could be clues to the downfall of the Kingdom of Silver. Like, initially when we got into it, I was more impatient to get back to Klein’s storyline, but then shit went down, and I got completely sucked in lmao. Like?? I commend Derrick’s bravery and knowledge to deal with that situation properly. The fact that he's also not as naive as before is also very enjoyable for me. It doesn't make my heart wince in discomfort when I realize he made a decision that could have horrible consequences later. It's not his fault. His circumstances are shitty, yet he's still a ray of sunshine. But! I gotta say, I'm so proud of the fact that he's learning from his mistakes. He's so lovely. I hope the City of Silver will get out of their miserable situation.

Moving on, I gotta talk a lil bit about unlucky Anderson! Honestly, the fact that he survived his ordeal would make him the luckiest of his crew, I suppose. His personality is so funny tho lmao. Whenever Klein’s Gehrman persona is paired up with a chatty person, I am thoroughly entertained hehe. The dynamic is just hilarious! Also, I gotta admit, at first I was as sus of Anderson as Klein was lol. He really had to start off the interaction with a joke that could be horribly misunderstood, huh? Poor guy lmao

Hmmm what else... oh yeah! Frank Lee! Funnily enough, right before his introduction, I saw a post about him and something about milk, with comments being like "I can never look at milk the same way again" and I was so confused. Until the milk scene. BAHAHAH he's so INSANE, what a madlad. And they call GEHRMAN crazy. Like, if it was just some crazy thoughts, sure. A lot of people have crazy thoughts. But that crazy f*cker is actively experimenting, on a boat in the middle of the sea, with his crewmembers as... test subjects to some degree?? I did Not expect him to be like That, LMAO

Well. A lot of unexpected things happen in this novel, I noticed.

And uhhhh yeah, this seems like most of what I wanted to chat about.

Side note, I was scrolling on tiktok and stumbled on a slideshow with the last scene from volume 1, the one where after Klein... "woke up" (revived), he automatically headed to Daffodil Street - home. But unable to go back there, he went and bought a ticket to Backlund. While waiting, he was struck with the need to see his siblings one last time, realizing that's the reason he took a ticket for such a late time. And there he went, stealing a glance at the people he cares about. Seeing them grieve him. After watching on helplessly, he got an idea. The siblings saw a clown running towards them, with colorful face paint. He had a Chrysanthemum, which represented happiness. All they saw... was a happy smile, an exaggerated smile, a ridiculous smile...

AH MAN, I BAWLED LIKE A BABY AGAIN WHEN I WAS READING IT EARLIER TODAY. LIKE, GIVE ME A BREAK, MAN T^T

Yeah. *cough* until next time!

Praise the Fool!

[jedi-in-crocs]

American Legacy: A Javi G Story

Summary: A meeting while on vacation, Allison Dillion finds that a one night stand will make her change and question everything. A story of love, family and legacy.

Chapter One: A Promise Made

There are just a handful of things in this world that Allison Dillon loves, her family, her horses and this ranch. Her family only consisted of her grandparents, her grandmother's best friend/house keeper Miss Pat and the ranch hands.

She had made a promise to her dying grandfather to take her Maw Maw on a trip to Europe. They had planned on going for their 55th wedding anniversary but sadly he had passed away in his sleep. Two years had went by before they were able to take that trip. They were on their 2nd stop in Marola, Spain. She was out with her Maw Maw walking and looking at the sites. Maw Maw in her trust rascal scooter with her Yorkie, Bandit in her lap. Allison was taking pictures of the scenery. Her red hair she had cut in a pixie her peacock tattoo on her thigh was somewhat showing under her denim cutoffs. A guy driving a vespa nearby revved up his engine and as he did Bandit took off running.

Maw Maw unable to catch him on her rascal. Allison quickly ran after the tiny dog. "Bandit!!!" she yelled running after him. She ducked and dodged through the crowded streets and she wasn't paying attention on where exactly she was going. She only knew she had to get that dog.

She saw him duck into some bushes of a well manicured place. Allison thought was a hotel. She didn't think twice about bending over the bushes looking for Bandit.

"Excuse me, is there something I can help you with?" A man's voice said from behind her. Allison looking startled "Oh my goodness! You scared me! I'm looking for my Maw Maw's yorkie. he came runnin' down this way." She couldn't help but notice how beautiful this man was. He was tall and tanned and had a gorgeous head of hair and thmosst deep coffee colored eyes.

The man shakes his head "Sorry I haven't seen any Yorkie, but what's his name?" He asked her. "Damnit!" she stomps her foot. He couldn't help but notice her thick Southern accent. "His name is Bandit... Like Smokey and the Bandit" she huffs and puts her hands on her hips.

"I'm sorry Mr.. that Yorkie means the world to my Maw Maw. She brings him everywhere she goes. Damn thing has a passport." She laughs.. "Oh man!" He laughs, "Let me help you find him. I'm Javi, by the way." She smiles and shakes his hand "I'm Allison Dillion, Allie for short."

"Nice to meet you, Allie! Well, I didn't see any dog right now, but we can keep looking for this Bandit... where do you see him for the last time??" Javi asks

"He ran up these steps and into these bushes. Maw Maw had him on her lap up yonder way. A fella on a Vespa scared him and he took off faster than a jack rabbit in heat. " Allie says putting her hands on her hips.

They both start to around, and "Oh, well, don't worry, let's go look for him". They go in opposite directions but keep within sight of each other

"Come here Bandit, here boy, you're a good boy, you are... Come to uncle Javi..." He said looking into the garden

She calls "Bandit, cmon boy, treats! I got ya some bacon Bandit! "

Javi keeps calling for "Bandit Bandit, boy, where are you?? We have treats... look this delicious bacon... and sausages... and... oh, we have a chicken sandwich... come over here, boy..."

Allie can't help but laugh at him trying to lure Bandit with random food.

After a few minutes Allie see his tail under a bush "There he is!" She points over to a bush Bandit is very interested in a bird nest.

"Oh! There he is! " He approaches the bush very slowly, and starts to call for the dog. "Bandit, Bandit, boy, come here... we have the best treats in the world... look at this delicious meat..."

Allie can't help but laugh...

She said in her best Beavis and Butthead voice... "You said meat" .. and they both laugh

Javi picks Bandit up

"Thank you so much for helpin' me look for this sum bitch. Maw maw would've had a stroke if somethin' happened to him." She says

He hands Bandit to Allie" And she pulls a leash from her back pocket and clicks it on to Bandit's collar.

She shakes his hand. He can't get over her firm grasp.

"Well Javi, back where we come from we show gratitude by servin' food. Since we ain't home I can't cook my famous double fried chicken. How bout I take ya to dinner tonight? My treat our hotel has a great place to eat. Half the stuff I can't pronounce but it's tasty. What ya say? Let me properly thank you." She says smiling

"Oh... why not, Allie?" He says with a smile... she is so sweet... and he has never seen anyone as generous, and he is curious about her famous double fried chicken...

"Alright... you can take me to dinner tonight. What's the name of the place? I know a couple of places in the island, but there are always new ones." He said

"Oh gracious the La Coasta.. Grade.. Grand de? My Spanish is terrible" she laughs

"La Costa... Grand? La Costa Grand? Well, that's a very good, and exclusive place, you have a good taste, Allie. "He says with a smile on his face, impressed because he wasn't expecting anything so fancy "Okay, deal, we go to dinner there tonight. What time? "

"7 too early?" Allie asked

"Not at all. 7 pm it's a perfect time, Allie. You know that the sunset here in the beach it's at 7:47pm? If the restaurant it's not far from here, we can see the sunset while we are at dinner. Well, if you like that sort of things..." Javi says putting his hands in his pockets

"I'd love that. I used to take long sunset walks on the beach when I was at Coastal Carolina. Well, I better get him back to Maw Maw. I'll see ya later Javi." She smiles again holding Bandit in her arms. She walks away from the compound heading back towards her Maw Maw.

"I'll see you at 7 pm, Allie! Bye bye bye!" Javi smiles, a little bit embarassed, and then he watches her going away with Bandit, with her short shorts and her peacock tattoo..

Allie returns Bandit to her Maw Maw. She's waiting in her red rascal scooter.

'Here he is Maw Maw. Sum bitch gave me a scare" she says handing Bandit back to her

Her Maw Maw looks offended "watch your mouth, shit!" Maw Maw said in a huff

Allie laughs and says "Well, he got me a date with a tall drink of Spanish wine..'

Her Maw Maw laughs and says "Girl! You better watch them Latin men! They charm the pants off the pope!"

Allie smirks. "Cmon you need your nap!"

As they walk back to their hotel, Maw Maw manages to knock down several people on her scooter.

Allie gets Maw Maw settled in the room with Bandit in her lap already snoozing away.

Allie gets up and orders her Maw Maw dinner and takes a shower and puts on a yellow sun dress with a matching headband and sandals.

"Maw maw I got on cell on me if you need me. I won't be far." She says grabbing her small crossbody bag.

Maw maw waves back from her bed. "Have fun honey!"

She makes her way down to the hotel bar there he is.. in a suit looking hotter than a sizzling skillet.. Allie takes a breath and walks towards him. He looks at her smiling as she walks towards him.

He thinks she looks gorgeous... the dress, the hair, the sandals, the headband, everything"... he smiles again

"Ally! You look stunning... You look even cuter than my olive trees in bloom..." He says

She blushes and says "Oh hush I bet you say that to all the girls ." She giggles

*He laughs*" Okay, you got me... I confess you are not even cuter than my olive trees, which it could be difficult since they are amazing"... He says offering his hand

"But... you are way more beautiful than my olives for sure, Ally." He says with a huge smile. She takes his hand and he gently kisses it..

"Oh my." She says "you certainly have a way with words. "

His hand holds her and he gently touches her wrist and brings it up to his lips again

" Thank you. But trust me, you are the one who deserves this words. " He says with a smile. He continues to hold her hand in his

"So, are you ready for dinner? I'm pretty hungry right now..." He asks

"Yes sir I'm famished!" She says smiling back he takes her hand and escorts her into the hotel restaurant.

The La Costa Grand, is a very exclusive place, and there is a lot of security, because a lot of VIPs come there. Javi smiles at the waiter, and the waiter recognizes Javi and the Chef, and they show them toa table, with the best view you can ask for, in front of the sea. The sun it's already about to set, and there is still a pink glow in the horizon...

Wow! This is beautiful! I've mostly been sitting in the dining area or the bar when I've eaten here she says taking in the veiw.

She pulls out her cell phone and snaps pictures of the view

As the wine arrives the waiter pours them both a glass and he holds up his glass

"To a magical evening" she holds her glass up and says "Cheers"

Hmmm! She says looking around the view "You must come from high in the hog, Javi. Maw Maw and I just eat from the buffet and the little restaurants. "

" La Costa Grand it is a special place, but you can try it from time to time... Anyway, *He says, smiling* It is my treat tonight... after your surprise in the beach, and because it is nice to give presents from once in a while to such a beautiful lady as you are."

"No Javi, you helped me. It's not part of Southern hospitality protocol to let someone who's help ya pay. " She says

"No, it's not the protocol, but it's my protocol. You are a nice lady, and I want to invite you to eat here in this nice place. " He says taking another sip of his wine

He looks at her. Her eyes, her features. The little freckles on her face.

"By the way, you look stunning tonight, Ally... the way you have worn that dress, that beautiful yellow dress makes you look like you come from an old Hollywood movie..." He says.

She blushes "Thank you. I actually bought this from Walmart before we came here"

No, it's not the protocol, but it's my protocol. You are a nice lady, and I want to invite you to eat here in this nice place.

"Well you look stunning with it." He says reaching for her hand " You, are a little bit of sunshine, my sunny girl from the South."

She looks at him his gaze his eyes and says without thinking

"You use your tongue prettier than a $20 whore." She snorts with laughter.

"Well next time you're in Charlotte North Carolina I'll make my double fried chicken and million dollar pie just for you" she says squeezing his hand

When she says this, he can't find the words to say... he doesn't expect this, he tries to control his laughter, and then he bursts into a big and fun laughter... people at the restaurant turn to look at them, but then they smile when they see Javi, a local celebrity. Finally, he leans towards her and says

"Well... you have a deal... when I come back to Charlotte, I expect to have the best double fried chicken with that million dollar pie..."

She grins and holds up her left pinky finger

"Pinky promise?"

He takes her pinkie with his pinkie, and he says "Pinky promise...I'm curious about that tattoo..." Javi says noticing the tattoo on her wrist... He brings his hand down to gently touch it

"It's old and needs to be redone. She hold out her arm so he can see it. It's my daddy and Grandpa's zodiac signs. They were so special to me. " She said

"Oh, well... that's a nice tattoo. May I ask, what sign are you, Ally?" Javi asks taking her wrist in his hand

"I'm a Libra, you? " She said softly

"I'm a Aquarius. But I don't know much about zodiac signs.. anyway, I can already feel your sweetness, your kindness and your joy... and that makes you as stunning as I have said before..."

He says letting her hand go. He sips his glass while he looks at her with a smile.

As their entrees arrive, she clears her throat after taking a bite, she asks

"So tell me what's the difference in olive oil from America and Spanish olive oil?"

Javi gets a sparkle in his eye and starts to explain

"Well, the olives in Spain have a higher percentage of polyphenol content and they are more rich in other bioactive compounds. Also they have different flavor compounds, so you could feel it in the oil. But there is another important difference, and it is how the olives are harvested: The olives are taken at a specific stage of the maturation of the tree: when they are fully ripened, but still retain their freshness. So, we get the best olive oil you can find in the world."

As he explains she listens and eats her steak

"That's interesting. You remind me of the peach growers back home. So passionate about it all. Have you ever tasted Carolina peaches?" She asked

"I'm a little bit passionated about olive oil, yes. I could talk a lot about it...I haven't taste Carolina peaches, but... what's the difference between them and the peaches of Florida, California, or Georgia? He asks, drinking the rest of his glass

"I'm not sure... But there's an old song about Carolina girls.. being best in the world." She says as she seductively sips her drink.

He gives a smirk as he refills his glass and hers "Oh, well, they have to sing the truth... You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever met..." He takes a sip his drink too, looking at her green eyes drinking, and he smiles

"I have to say that it's the first time I talk more than 5 minutes to a woman that is so...well short." *He says flirting, while he takes her hand*

She holds his hand and says "Well these high heels help a bit. honey I'm only 5'3. "

He looks at her in disbelief "Your secret is safe with me... you look great with these high heels... "

He says this while his eyes looking at her lips. The world melts away with every passing moment.

"You are even more sweet than my olive oil." He smiles and looks at her with a little bit of naughty sparkle in his eyes... he keeps caressing her hand. She looks at his hand caressing hers and says

She laughs and blushes..." Yep Maw Maw was right about you Latin men..".

"Oh, well, it's funny, because my Abuela also always told me to be careful with American women, mainly redheads with Southern accents and little dresses." He says giving her a devilish grin.

"Yep.. you can definitely charm the pants off the pope." She laughs.

She starts to Bob her head to the Latin music playing

"No offense but I miss country music" she says tapping her nails on the table

"Oh, you are a little bit "cowgirl"?? I like that"... He says while he caresses her hand and he looks at her with a flirty smile. He thinks this woman is a little bit of cowgirl, a little bit of southern girl, and totally a little bit of sunshine.

She laughs ... "You are so damn delightful Javi. But yes I am a cowgirl. I work with horses for a livin'"

"Oh, working with horses? That sounds like a hard work, but horses are amazing... I havent riden a horse in many years." He says

He slides over closer to her.. "May I kiss you? Just a little one?"

She gets a devilish look in her eyes

'Honey... Let me tell you somethin' about cowgirls you just get on a buckin branco and hold on!"

She grabs his shirt and crashes her lips on his.

He couldn't expect that butwhen she crashed her lips on his... he felt fire. He didn't resist... when he could, he kissed Ally back... and that kiss was full of passion and joy for life. They enjoyed that kiss until they couldn't resist more. Finally, they had to separate their lips. She pants her cheeks are flushed. She sits back and fans herself

"Javi, you really melt my butter!"

*He licks his lips, and he looks at her, while he moves his eyebrows with a naughty smile.

"I hope you are not mad with me... but it seems that you enjoyed a lot that kiss..." He says trying to remember his manners.

"If I didn't want it, trust me you'd be pickin' yourself off that floor. She says with a smirk. Like I said, I get on a buckin branco and hold on. And if I see somethin' I want I go for it " she says sitting closer to him.

"He laughs "You know... you are a little bit dangerous... I like that... I like a girl like you, who goes always after what she wants...And then, now that I can ask you... if you are a cowgirl, can I be your cowboy?" He asks getting closer to her

"Only if you can ride." She says in a lower seductive voice

He laughs and looks at her with a smirk

"Well... I'm not afraid of anything... so, I know that I'll get on a bucking horse and I'll stay there... maybe I'll not last too much... but I know that I'll try." He gets closer to her lips. " And... well, if I fall, you could catch me" He says this while he caresses her arms.

"Tell me cowboy" she leans in holding his thighs firming with her hands ..

"Can you last longer than 8 seconds on a wild horse?" Her voice is low and raspy.

"You know what? That's a challenge that I want to fulfill. Yes I can last longer than 8 seconds on a wild horse. I can stay longer than 10 seconds, I'm sure." *He says this with a huge smie. She leans in closer

Well I'll just call you Lane Frost.. " their lips meet again and those tongues dance and she lets out a soft moan.

He pulls her closer to him and he gently holds her face in her hands..

As they part his thumb gently moves across her bottom lip. "Would you like to take a walk with me on the beach? " He asks looking into her eyes..

" I'd love to" she said. They walk hand in hand down the steps to the beach she takes off her sandals and carries them. As they walk they talk about the things they like and they stop every so often to steal a kiss or two. They come to some private tents on the beach. He puts his hand on her lower back leading her into one.. they sit on the big couch. He kisses her deeply and his tongue gently goes to her neck and ear.

He whispers in her ear" Can I give you a special and a unique present? I was thinking about to give it to you later, but after that... I think you deserve it right now... so... I just want you to know this for the next seconds, because you'll feel it..."

He moves his hand from her shoulder down and caresses her back, and then he kisses her neck... he kisses her from behind, in her ear, in her neck... He whispers on her neck. " I want you" Her eyes close and she bites her lower lip. Her southern lady upbringing is going out the window

"Javi... I barely know you I leave Spain to head to Paris tomorrow. I want to know you more.... I'm so attracted to you. You're like a team of wild horses.. you pullin' me into you." She said placing her hand on his shoulders.

"I understand... my queen... but sometimes this things happen and we can't control it. Why don't you stay one more night? Please, honey" He continues whispering on her neck, while he touches her hair, and caresses her cheek. His mouth starts to tease her neck making her moan. She could feel the wettness pooling in her panties and the heat from her core.

"I can't... My maw maw is itchin' to get to Paris, we go home next week. I can't just leave her. She's all the family I got left" she whispers as he continues to kiss her neck and collar bone and move his hand up her dress.

He stops and looks at her his hand still on her thigh.

"I understand, honey...

But then, with a little bit more energy, he looks at her eyes and he says with a naughty smile

But how about we spend some time in here? I promise I'll give you some presents to remember me... *LHe says this while he still moves his hand caressing her cheek, and then... he leans towards her chin... he puts his other hand on her chin... he looks at her eyes, with a naughty smile... and he says

"Why don't you give me just one good kiss?" He says getting closer to her lips

"I don't want or need gifts Javi, those don't mean nothin' my daddy used to say you can't take it with ya. I just want you.... I want you to show me how a Latin man can make love to a woman. If it's just tonight. Then I'd I die tomorrow, I'll die the happiest gal this side of the ocean. "

He grins "You convinced me, honey... if you want me, it's going to be just you and me this night... I promise to give you the best night of your life."

He caresses her face more, and he kisses her neck and he moves his hand caressing her back*

She moves her hands under his sports coat and pulls it off him. Their lips meet in passion for a few moments. She feels his hands pulling at her strap of her sundress. As he pulls on strap off her shoulder he places a kiss on her shoulder.. she begins to kiss his neck and unbuttons his shirt. She kisses his torso as it's revealed to her.

He brings her to his lips and kisses her... She stands and pulls off her dress over her head and lets it fall to the floor. She stands between his legs and his hands gently caress her body as he looks up at her body and he kisses her stomach and moves just under her breasts. He looks up at her and asks "May I touch you hermosa?"

"Yes you may... I want you to shower me how a Latin man makes love to a woman " she says running her hands through his hair

He keeps his eyes on her as his hands move up under her bra and gently touch her breasts she un hooks it from behind and with his hands still caressing her breasts she slides her bra off her shoulders. He takes one hand and disguards it on the floor. He gently plays with her nipples and her breasts placing kisses on her stomach and in between her breasts. She lets out a soft moan. He pulls her to his lips and lays her down on the couch and makes quick work of his khakis. She breathes heavily as she watches him he settles himself between her legs and kisses her knee and places small kisses up her thighs.

He whispers in Spanish "Hermosa eres tan perfecta"

She looks at him and bites her lower lip. As he makes her way up to her core. He nibs at her panties and placed a deep kiss on the cloth covering her mound. The heat from his breath and his tongue so close. She moaned loudly as his tongue played with the fabric of her panties.

"You smell so good.. here" he says taking his finger and running it up her clothes mound. " Like peaches. Hmmmmm." Pulls her panties aside and taeses her wet folds. She moans softly.." I... I want... I want"

"What do you want espléndida? " He asks still teasing her..

"You.. I want it now"she said pulling him to her lips and kissing him aggressively.

He didn't need to hear anything else he pulls her panties off and pulls off his boxers. Strokes himself and enters her deeply..

She moans softly and her back arches as he stretches her out... His movements are swift but deep his mouth finds her breasts and neck.

Their moans and groans fill the tent..

"Javi . Hmmm.. Javi.. wait.. do you have protection? " She asks

He stopped and looked embarrassed "I'm sorry mi amor I don't... I didn't expect anything to happen like this... I-" she puts her fingers to his lips

"it's ok. I'm on the pill and I'm clean" she said softly

"Please, give me permission. Let me give you pleasure... and joy... I think you're really sexy and... you-" she placed her fingers on his lips again

"Yes... Yes." She said softly she kisses his cheek and neck "Yes Javi" he meets her lips and kisses her and starts to move more aggressive into her

"Ohhhh!!!!' She cried out in pleasure. Her body shook as she bucked her hips against him. As he brought her to her climax. He quickly flipped her over and brought her hips against him he entered her deeply bottoming out and thrusting into her. She gripped the cushion and cries out and moaned

Javi grunts and cuss in Spanish "Maldita sea, te voy a follar muy fuerte. hacerte mío." He growls as he pounds into her making her scream and squirm with pleasure..

"Oh fuck me!! God damnit! " She pushes up to all fours and moves against him hard their bodies shaking together as they moan in unison.

"Cum for me baby ... Cum all over me baby.... Ohhhhhh... That's a good girl... Hmmmm so tight" he says gripping her hips and slamming into her. He emptied himself into her slowong down his thrust she shook and shivered as he gently kissed her back and ass cheek..

She sat up and was panting... "Jesus! That... That was a rodeo..." She lets out a breathy chuckle

Javi pants his face red and covered in sweat they sit on opposite ends of the couch panting and trying to calm themselves down..

He glaces over and smiles at her she smiles back.

After a few moments they dress and walk back hand in hand back to the hotel. He stands outside the elevator as he kisses her goodnight

That was an amazing first date. Thank you for everything she said hugging him

'Oh the pleasure was all mine. Please look after yourself and here" he hands her a business card from his wallet with his cell phone on it. "I would love to hear from you again. "

She nods and says "I'll be in touch."

He kisses her softly "Goodbye for now cowgirl. "

She smiles and says see you. He walks out to the lobby as she gets in the elevator to her room.

She quietly goes to her room and undresses and takes off her makeup and showered. She slipped in the bed as her Maw Maw was fast asleep. She couldn't help but relive every moment of the date. Every touch and kiss. The way he looked at her. She smiled and snuggled into her pillow. Tomorrow she will be on a train to Paris and then home.

[snappedsky]

Borderlands: Skies the Ultimate Treasure Hunter

The crew get into the core, where something terrible happens.

*Links to previous and next chapters in reblog*

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The Handsome Jackpot Part 7

“So, you’ve found the tailor, have you?”

Moxxi’s hologram stands before Skies and Timothy as they present The Mayor, everyone now safe and sound back in the hideout.

“This crew has graciously saved Trashlantis from the threat of the compactor,” The Mayor explains, “and as I am a man of my word, I have joined you, for Trashlantis will never be free so long as Pretty Boy is in charge.”

“Well said,” Moxxi agrees, “okay then, what’s next?”

“Now, that we’ve got our crew it’s time to go over the plan,” Skies declares.

The four of them join the Vault Hunters, Ember, and Freddie around the table. Skies rolls out a large piece of paper and uses a marker to write ‘The Heist Plan’ in big letters at the top. “Alright, kiddos, it’s time to take the casino.” “Step one: get a crew. Crew’s here, step one complete. Nice work there. Step two: get into that tower. We gotta take out those death turrets first and to do that we need to get into the casino core. Now, I’m not sure where the core is exactly, so we’re gonna need a blueprint.”

“I know someone with a blueprint of the casino,” The Mayor says, “a gang leader named Tricksy Nick. I can call in a favour with him.”

“Great, then the Vault Hunter’s can go pick it up,” Skies declares, “okay, step three: bypass security. Now, the tower’s got an automatic security system. Once we kill power to the turrets, a big door made of solid tritanium is gonna seal off the entrance. I might be able to blow it up, but it’s gonna take a lotta bombs.”

“No need to risk blowing up the whole tower, as magnifique as that would be,” Ember says, “I can burn through it, however I will need a very rare substance known as Compound 24. Once, I requisitioned it for my act, but I was told it was only available to Hyperion researchers. Highly volatile- which is how I like it. With the compound, I can mix ultra-thermite, which carves through tritanium like a flaming saw blade through a bandit who is also on fire.”

“The Vault Hunters can pick up some of that too from the Market District,” Skies orders, “then we’re onto step four which is Tim time.”

“In order to get into the control core, to shut off the turrets, so Ember can burn through the security door, we gotta go through a one-of-a-kind scanner that only opens for Handsome Jack himself,” she explains, “obviously, Tim looks and sounds like Jack, but we need one of Jack’s hand-tailored suits to really sell the whole deal. Mayor?”

“Fortunately, I hid one away in my shop,” The Mayor replies.

“Great. Then the Vault Hunters will get that too,” Skies orders, “once we’ve got everything we need, we can begin in earnest. Vault Hunters, you got your shopping list. Get to it.”

“Be back in a bit,” Zane says as the four of them leave the hideout.

“While we wait, there’s something else I’d like to discuss,” Moxxi says, “once I’m sitting on top of that tower, I’m gonna need help getting the casino open for business. Ember, honey- I’d put you in charge of revamping the Vice District, if you’re so inclined.”

“May I continue to set things on fire?” Ember asks.

“I certainly hope so.”

“Then it would be my pleasure.”

“Mr. Mayor, what’s your fee?” Moxxi asks.

“Your word that Trashlantis will retain it’s autonomy under your new management,” he replies.

“Trashlantis ain’t my kind of dirt, but I don’t judge,” she says, “I’ll deactivate the compactor so that your people can continue living without the excess of capitalist consumption, let alone basic hygiene.”

“You got anything for Freddie?” Freddie asks excitedly.

“The casino’s seen better days,” Moxxi replies, “I’ll need some help fixing up the place. How’s Head of Reconstruction and Maintenance sound?”

“I’ll get those loaders hummin’ along for ya, Miss. Believe in Freddie!”

“And, Skies, we’ve already discussed your fee,” Moxxi says.

“Whatever treasure Jack has stashed away in his vault,” she nods, “can’t wait to get my hands on all that misbegotten gold.”

“And you, Timothy?” Moxxi asks, “what do you want?”

“Wha-me? Well, I-I mean...maybe I could...I mean you and I...” he stammers nervously before sighing. “Aw, you know what, I don’t need anything. I’m happy just to help.”

“Mm, how gallant of you,” she comments.

“Alright, as soon as the Vault Hunters get back, we can take the tower,” Skies says.

The Vault Hunters return soon after with the casino blueprint, the Compound 24, and Jack’s suit.

“Nice work, kids,” Skies remarks as she passes out the items. “Right, Ember, you get to work on your weapon. Tim, you get changed. Moxxi and I will look for the entrance to the control core.”

As everyone gets to work, Skies rolls out the blueprints on the table and she and Moxxi take a look.

“There’s the control core,” Moxxi says.

“Right, so if that connects to here, and that to here, then it looks like we go in near the subway,” Skies muses.

“Looks like there’s a high security wing in that area,” Moxxi adds, “it’ll be tough to break through, but I’m comfortable putting that job in your capable hands.”

“Oh, Mox, you flatterer,” Skies grins as she rolls up the blueprint and sticks it in her jacket. “We ready to roll?”

“Ready,” Timothy replies as he steps out of the corner, dressed to the nines in Handsome Jack’s classic outfit, with his hair neatly coiffed and everything.

“Wow, Tim, look at you,” Skies remarks, “if I didn’t know any better, I’d almost be panicking right now.”

“Yeah, same,” he grunts.

“Alright, Vault Hunters, let’s roll,” she orders and the group starts to leave.

“Uh, Mayor, should I worry about damaging the suit or anything?” Timothy asks before he goes.

“Don’t worry about that,” The Mayor replies, “I designed it to be resistant to all bodily fluids. Jack was very insistent on that point.”

“Gross,” Timothy comments and catches up to the others.

The crew heads through the Spendopticon, back down to the subway. When they reach the right area, security bots immediately digistruct in.

“Alright, this is the door,” Skies says as she starts firing her rifle. “We just gotta clear the area.”

“Easy,” FL4K remarks as the others join in.

They quickly clear out the security bots and open the door to head down a set of stairs. On the bottom floor is a large, full body scanner in front of a doorway blocked by a dangerously red force field.

“Alright, Tim Tams,” Skies says, “this whole operation hinges on you being able to fool this security scanner. So, no pressure.”

“Heh, easy,” he croaks unconvincingly.

“Oh, wait, almost forgot!” she exclaims and grabs from her coat Handsome Jack’s mask. “One final touch.”

Timothy sighs as she clamps the mask onto his face. “There, you’re perfect,” she says.

“Yeah, perfectly horrid,” he groans then clears his throat. “Okay, gotta be Jack. ‘Heya...kiddo...’ Ugh, just...gimme a second to warm up here. It’s been a long time since I’ve played Jack for anything other than a parody.”

He shakes off his nerves and pats his face before straightening his back and pointing up his nose. “Hey, you. The one making this place smell like poor. If you don’t get me a sandwich, I’ll feed your organs to starving puppies. Yes! There it is. Alright, let’s do it.”

Timothy takes a deep breath and smooths back his hair before stepping into the scanner.

“Please confirm identity,” an automated voice says.

“Hey there, baby doll. Jack here,” Timothy replies, “I need you to go ahead and let me in.”

“Scanning bio-metric data.”

“Yeah, that’s some high-quality helix shiznat right there. I’m handsome down to the cell, baby! Ugh, I disgust myself.”

“Confirmed. Scanning facial recognition.”

“Sure, doll, you go ahead and get a nice gander at this handsome face.”

“Confirmed. Scanning personal style.”

“Yeah, totally, check out these threads.”

“Confirmed.”

“Damn right.”

“Identity confirmed. Looking good, Jack.”

“Yeah, don’t I know it,” Timothy replies as he steps out of the scanner. “Alright, pumpkin, chop chop. Move those toothpick legs. Agh, I’m so sorry- you know, I sorta got lost in the role there for a little bit.”

“Nice job, Tim,” Skies replies, grinning with amusement. “Let’s go.”

“Can I take this stupid thing off now?” Timothy asks, pointing at the mask.

“Oh, yeah, you shouldn’t need it anymore,” she agrees as she takes the mask off his face and sticks it back in her coat.

With the force field down, the way forward is clear, and the crew head down to the control core.

They enter into maintenance shafts with large fans in the walls and big wires running up into the ceiling. As they continue along, Pretty Boy’s voice shouts from Skies’ ECHO communicator.

“How the hell did you get into the core?! Whatever. Doesn’t matter. Just stay outta there! It’s uh secret, yeah. And uh don’t go poking around in my secrets if you know what’s good for ya. Final warning!”

“Pretty Boy must know something we don’t,” Timothy muses.

“Probably,” Skies agrees, “he’s been living in that tower for seven years. He must’ve found some of Jack’s old secrets.”

The crew continue through the corridors until they arrive to a large chamber, filled with ratch nests.

“Ewwww, ratch,” Skies spits in disgust. “I hate ratch. Let’s clear them out.” “At least they’re good target practice,” Amara remarks as everyone starts killing the ratches. But once they’ve cleared the place out, they find the way forward is blocked by a batch of nests.

“How do we get past this?” Timothy asks.

“I can blow it up,” Skies suggests.

“You risk collapsing the whole chamber on top of us,” FL4K points out.

“Oh, come on, I use bombs all the time and I barely blow myself up,” she argues.

“Perhaps, if you find the right chemicals, you can melt through the ratch nests,” Ember suggests from Skies’ ECHO. “Chemicals can burn like fire.” “Ugh, fine, we’ll just burn it then,” Skies groans, “there’s probably some chemicals around here in all the trash. Everyone looks around.”

They split up to explore the chamber and look through the trash for some kind of chemical. As they do so, the Vault Hunters wander over to Skies, who looks at them inquisitively.

“You guys not sure what chemicals look like?” she questions.

“We’ve been wondering something for a while now and just wanna ask you a question,” Moze replies.

“But we don’t wanna offend ya,” Zane adds.

“Ah, I’m not that easily offended,” Skies argues and they glare at her incredulously. “Fine. What do you wanna know?”

“Considering the bad memories you seem to have about Handsome Jack, we’ve been wondering how you can be so close to a clone of him,” Amara says.

“It is my experience with humans that you rely heavily on your senses,” FL4K adds, “and yet you do not seem to associate Timothy with Jack except on the most basic level.”

“Ah, yeah, well, Tim may look and sound like Jack, but that’s it,” Skies explains, “when I first met him, I was a little freaked out- this was after Jack’s death- but uh...I quickly realized he isn’t like Jack at all. He doesn’t...feel like Jack, you know? And he’s like my closest friend. I don’t even see Jack when I look at him anymore. I just see Tim.” “I think I get it...kind of,” Zane replies.

“He has proven himself a trusted ally,” Moze agrees.

“We weren’t having doubts about him, by the way,” Amara quickly adds, “we were just curious.”

“Don’t sweat it, guys,” Skies smiles, “it’s a fair thing to wonder. Jack...I have mixed feelings about my time with Jack. But none of that comes through with Tim.”

“Hey, guys!” Timothy calls as he comes running up to them. “What are you all doing just standing around? I found a chemical we can use to burn through the nests.”

“Nicely done, Tim,” Skies says, “let’s get going.”

The crew head up to the main doorway and Timothy places a large canister next to the mound of nests. He shoots it and the nests go up in flames.

“Oh, you just don’t know when to quit, do ya?” Pretty Boy snaps from Skies’ ECHO. “Guess I’m gonna have to pull out the big guns.”

“What big guns?” Timothy asks.

“Don’t listen to him,” Skies orders, “he talks a lot of shit but there’s nothing he’s got that we can’t handle.”

The crew steps through the now clear door into a short hall that leads to a force field blocking the way forward. Skies raps her knuckles against it and it’s solid as a wall, but Timothy’s hand passes through like it’s not even there.

“Tim, you’re gonna have to go that console and turn off this force field manually,” Skies commands.

“No problem,” he replies and walks through into the next room, to a console nearby. “Okay, shuttin’ her down...”

As he types on the keyboard, an automated voice says, “beginning force field shutdown procedure.”

“Yeah, looks like this is gonna take a second,” Timothy mutters.

Skies and the Vault Hunters wait patiently on the other side of the force field, watching Timothy, when they notice something behind him- a constructor rising up out of the floor. Before anyone can point it out, the constructor grabs Timothy in a tractor beam.

“Tim!” Skies exclaims.

“Hey, whoa whoa whoa! What the hell?!” he cries in shock. “Skies? Vault Hunters? A little help?!”

They slam against the force field, but it doesn’t give. Then suddenly, Freddie saunters out from around the corner.

“Freddie! Help! Hack this thing or something!” Timothy begs.

“Oh, but I already did, Timothy,” Freddie replies, “and you’re going straight to Pretty Boy, pretty boy!”

“Tim, no!” Skies cries, pounding on the force field as the constructor lowers back into the floor, Timothy in tow.

“Skies!” he shouts back before he disappears.

“Freddie!” she snarls as he faces them.

“Pretty Boy made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. No hard feelings?” Freddie laughs. “Who am I kidding? Of course hard feelings! But I did tell ya, only a fool trusts a human. And I’m a human. Which makes you, a friggin’ fool! Freddie’s out.”

He jumps onto the top of the constructor and flips off the crew as he lowers into the floor.

“Freddie!” Skies shouts after him. “When I get my hands on you, I’ll scalp that stupid mullet!”

The force field finally drops and Skies dives into the room and punches the floor where the constructor disappeared to. As she tries to find a way to follow them, loader bots start digistructing into the room. She snarls like a beast and tackles the nearest one, tearing it apart with her hands.

“Moxxi! Moxxi, can you hear me?” Moze yells into her ECHO.

“It’s a little choppy, but I can hear you,” Moxxi replies, her voice punctuated by static. “What’s going on?”

“Freddie betrayed us,” FL4K replies.

“He’s taking Timothy to Pretty Boy,” Amara adds.

“And Skies is losing it,” Zane concludes, as Skies rips apart the loader bots like a monster. “Well, better them than us.”

“Son of a bitch,” Moxxi hisses. “Okay. It sounds heartless, but Tim did what we needed him for. All we can do now is proceed with the plan. Find the power source for the tower and shut it down.”

“We’ll stick to the plan,” Moze replies, “but uh you wanna try telling that to Skies? I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to get too close right now.”

Loader bot parts litter the floor around Skies as she finishes the last them off and collapses to her knees, exhausted. She twitches angrily as Moxxi’s voice comes through her ECHO.

“Skies, listen to me. I know you’re angry, but we have to stick to the plan,” she insists. “You can save Tim when you can get into the tower. Focus on that.”

“What if we can’t...” Skies mutters bitterly. “With Tim, Pretty Boy can access all of Jack’s old protocols. He could shut us out. He could probably kill us with a push of a button. And Tim will be Pretty Boy’s prisoner, his slave. And I promised to keep him safe...”

“Skies, stay calm,” Moxxi orders, “think about this rationally. You can’t do anything for Tim now. You made the plan. It’s a good plan. Stick to the pla-.”

Skies shuts off her ECHO and remains seated on the floor, coldly calm. Somehow, this makes the Vault Hunters more nervous than when she was raging.

“Kids,” she says, and they flinch. “You guys stick to the plan. Get into the tower and take the casino.”

“Uh, what about you?” Zane asks.

“I’m going after Freddie.”

She plants a bomb in the middle of the floor and blows it up, making a big hole where the constructor disappeared. It descends deep into darkness, seemingly endless.

“Don’t bother trying to call me,” Skies says, “I’ll be radio silent. I’m on the hunt.”

With that, she’s jumps into the hole, leaving the Vault Hunters to stare after her.

[chidoroki]

Hell’s Paradise EP4

aka: pretty people playing tricks on my heart..and winning.

Wasn’t expecting to get some Tamiya backstory, but he’s certainly got a temper of he was sent here all because he destroyed the gate of some powerful clan’s home and was then sentenced him to death.

Ohh we get to learn asaemon’s ranks now and Fuchi is number 9. I remember what’s his face said last time Sagiri was the lowest as well.

Fuchi made Tamiya feel fear for just a split second. His blade also has a little curve to the end of it? Hilarious how Tamiya just casually uses it to cut the rope binding his hands.

Oh, weird, this creepy fish has long, stretchy arms and freaky tentacle things on its back.

Ah, that’s right. We’ve seen so much blood already but never from Gabimaru yet. Thanks to Sagiri for pointing out that he can indeed get hurt since he’s been tanking hits this whole time so far.

All these huge monsters surrounding them and Gabimaru still cuts them down with no issue.

Aw, look at him saving Sagiri.

Ah ha! I knew Yuzuriha couldn’t have been dead! But I don’t recognize that other asaemon with her. Senta yes but I guess the other guy was the monitor of the fool Yuzuriha killed? Maybe?

Pfftt Gabimaru looked so bothered to say thank you.

“You can’t seduce me.” Good effort Yuzuriha, but this man is so loyal to his wife.

Genji, yeah, he was watching over that Makiya guy til he got killed. But now he’s gonna watch over Yuzuriha too because of her tricks? Dude you can easily go home ya know?

“Women have always been Genji-dono’s weakness.” Oh so that’s why he’s staying. Totally fair. She’s impressive.

Senta is ranked 5 and Genji is 8th, but we still dunno Sagiri’s. I dunno which way this ranking is going either.. like is high better or lower in this case?

Oh damn! That’s a hella of a swift move to get our man on top of you like that!

All the information she got from betraying Makiya is impressive. And in such a short amount of time too.

OH! Senta has the same va as Midoriya! That fits, they both got books of helpful hints.

“Do I need a reason to want to survive? Some deep personal motivation? I’ve got nothing like that. Do I need a reason to make it back home alive? I don’t want to die while I’m still so young. That’s all.” And that’s all I need to hear to make me attached to you.

Ya gotta give up on trying to hug Gabimaru sweetie, he’s only gonna twist your arm each time.

Uh Sagiri? You feeling alright hun? What happen to have you collapse so suddenly? Was it this weird fog that’s rolling in?

TOMA! Finally! Only reason I’m excited is because he and Alain share a va. But he is also real pretty!

Hold up! I didn’t know him and Chobei were brothers?? Oh my god.. and he became an asaemon (in one damn month might I add!) to help him? Precious! What a good boy!

“I endured a month of torture at their hands.” “And now you’re more handsome than ever.” God I’m really falling in love with everyone this episode huh?

Oh wow, to get kidnapped by bandits then befriend and control them all? Chobei is a little mastermind.

Oi! Chobei! I swear you better go back and rescue your brother!

Or Toma can save himself. That works just as well. But Chobei did come back for him still! All he needed was a better weapon.

“I’m my own god.” Bro I knew Chobei was gonna be a beast and I love him dearly.

I know we caught glimpses of what other teams are doing but I’m too speechless by these two beautiful men to care right now..?

[asaltyrat]

Just a Little Force (Durasoup's Request)

It wasn’t the first time she had used this ploy.

 A threadbear cowl pulled over her shoulders and a wrinkled shirt a layer too big to cover her chainmail. The bandits didn’t even take the time to frisk her before putting her into a rusted out cell in Fort Dutrede, just a few hours' march from Tortege, Port City of the Free Cities. The helpless ‘Oh I’m just a poor defenseless maiden’ act was just a bit too alluring for a group of men who had barely seen a glimpse of a bare ankle for them to check to see if she wasn’t armed.

The scent of musty air and tarnishing copper hung in the cell as night fell, and the unorganized watch had started their midnight rotation, generously distracted by stale ale the boys had brought back from a wagon they knocked over the night before. With tipsy bandits and a guard no where to be seen, the Vulpish woman started her work as she usually did. A deft hand pulled free a thin pair of picks from her chain-clad bosom, and she gently dropped the act, and her cowl to start picking at the cell door.

“A rotten twine tied ‘round the bars woulda been more secure than this one-tumbler piece o’ shite.” 

She muttered to herself, the faint rolling click of the lock slipping open didn’t even echo in the fort’s disused walls. It swung open and the woman adjusted her belt and sword harness, making a quick turn away from the ruckus of the bandit’s canteen. She had to stop herself from whistling as she made her way to the back of the fort, where their ill gotten gains were waiting, ripe for the plucking.

To her dismay she found a guard idly whittling away the wood on a bench. He was a sturdy looking fox, the matted stains on his fur screamed he was in desperate need of a wash below the ill fitting helmet that hung lopsidedly off his skull. Annah was a lot of things, but sneaky when surprised isn’t one of them. The fox perked up, and stared at her for a few moments, disbelief, then shock as he took to a stand. “EY!... What are you doin’ here?” The guard sputtered out, already reaching for the dagger on his belt.

“... Lock Inspector?” Annah mustered a cheeky little grin, putting her hands in her pockets and offering a shrug that seemed to be a half-hearted mutter of ‘duh, of course’.

The bandit stared at her for a few seconds, puzzling the concept out in his head… before he startles, and shouts. “Wait a bloody moment! We don’t pay for shi-.” His voice was cut off by a skull rattling clang.

She had drawn her chipped and scarred greatsword from her harness, and swung it wide and broad at the man’s head, leaving a dent in the rusted helm and sprawling him out onto the straw strewn cobble below him. He was out like a light.

“... aye that coulda gone better…” Her steel plated jackboots clicked on the stone floor, hurrying towards the lockbox in the back. No time for picking, as the sounds of bandits mustering their way to the treasure room filled the halls with shouts and ill-tempered rattling of swords on wooden shields. With a swift kick, she cracked the wood with the heel of her boot, revealing a small stash of silver and a few worn rings.

Her disappointment was palpable, thick sour custard on an already slim-pickings day. It was then the bandits filtered into the room, turning on her in an instant. She could have a little fun at least.

“I ‘ad t’ pick the worst bandits in th’ Free Cities, y’know? Nae a scant bit of gold t’ ya name and now y’ lot are going to fight over it?”

She readied her stance, bracing her sword forward in a practiced swing that kept her guard up and her feet splayed, sturdy and steady. It was a beast-killing guard, one she learned well. Her greatsword was aged and stained, sharpened by rough hewn stone and missing it’s killing point, it was hefty, ugly, and only fit to cleave with the jagged edge of it’s point missing several inches of steel, ending on a wicked looking crack.

“Alright Lads! Let’s have a show of it!”

[ren1327]

San Japan Haul

1) Creepypasta posters- ChrisOzFulton

2) Plush by Holly Daughtrey, Teether by David Hutcherson - Antarctic Press comics

Crimson Spell by Ayano Yamane and Juniji Ito's Remina - Anime Pavilion

3) Pentagram and Jack Skelton bookmarks -WildeGeeks

Metal MHA, Hellsing and Spirited Away bookmarks- ColorWorld

Kirishima Plush and Kirishima keychain - Amaris

Kirishima Necklace - Spin the wheel game

Grell (Pomegranate and Cinnamon) and Howl (Vanilla and Sandalwood) air freshener- Otaku Scents Candle Co.

4. Celeste pillow - Magister (MagisterOffical on Etsy, they were super nice)

Gimmer Pillow - Asunnydisposition

Hades, Persephone and Loki pin - Jackal and Hare art

Genderfluid and Bi paw accessories w/Ladybug and Chat Noir stickers- Deadbomb Art (so nice and sweet and made those earrings for me on the spot! 100/10!)

[red-of-hells-kitchen]

alright here's some more headcanons but it's not all directly related to ISWM. this is just markiplier character sexuality/gender headcanons. since i'm assuming a lot of the characters have some sort of attraction to y/n and their gender depends on you, the viewer, there's going to be a lot of bi labels. i'm also not going to label anyone as straight, gay, or lesbian for this fact as well.

all my opinions

starting off with a pretty obvious one; wilford warfstache. a pansexual king, gives me either agender or genderfluid vibes. uses all pronouns because after he descended into madness after the WKM events he stopped caring about what people perceive him as.

onto damien: i feel like he's just bi and uses he/they, but still identifies as cis.

actor mark: i want to be nice. but this man makes me want to strangle him. take your bisexual label and get out of here, simp.

celine: omnisexual queen, imo. also gives me demigirl vibes, but uses they/she. we love a witchy queen.

darkiplier: genderfluid, uses they/she/he without preference. due to dark being celine and damien i'll just say bi for them.

abe: my boy!! bi, but still unsure about it, yknow what i mean? if you asked him for his pronouns he'd be confused, but after it's explained to him he'd say he/him.

illinois: pansexual and ftm trans king, he has the vibes. he uses the confidence and cockiness to appear more masculine. he/him, we stan a trans king.

yancy: unlabeled sexuality, tends to just say queer. nonbinary vibes, uses they/he. he's a theater kid, did you think he'd be cis?

captain magnum: didn't expect to see him here, did ya? simple bi vibes, cis man. if you asked his pronouns he would say cap/tain but then after an explanation he'd say he/him.

the jims: man i'm just gonna say he/they bi kings. the they is because they're literally multiple people.

bingiplier: a they/he/it pan king! also agender due to being a literal search engine. also just gives those vibes anyway.

googleplier: it/they. triple a battery with aro/ace/agender. it honestly just wants to take over the world ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

space mark: i feel like space mark would use he/they and use neopronouns like star/stars or something cutely space related. probably either nonbinary or elsewhere under the umbrella. also panseuxal.

noir mark: bi and he/they, would probably joke about using neopronouns like bul/let but wouldn't be serious about it. cis man but is comfortable in his masculinity.

gunther: another pan king, but i feel he'd be panromantic and ace. i feel like he understands romance and physical affection but has no idea what sexual attraction is like. also cis.

celci: demiromantic, but a biseuxal queen. celci would be the one on the Invincible that explained sexualities, genders, and pronouns to the rest of the crew and made them all have their queer awakenings. nonbinary, they/she.

burt: mans gives me aro/ace vibes, but is open to queerplatonic relationships. cis, but again, comfortable in his masculinity and wouldn't mind he/they being used for them to normalize it.

wug: depends on the wug you happen to come across, but to specify for the wug we meet (not the one that's lady's friend in the noir route), i'd say just mainly uses wug as a pronoun, but is open to he/they being used.

bandit: they/them all the way. you have no idea how much i love bandit. they'd probably say their gender is unknown to humans, and if asked they'd say bi and nonbinary, for human minds to comprehend.

lady: would say something about how human labels are so useless and refuse to answer.

that's all i can think of for right now, if you wanna know my thoughts on any other mark egos/characters i missed, lmk!

[thegospelofnagisa]

Here's what happened to the cast according to the credits roll.

Sae: Got accepted into university via recommendation, and is aiming to become a lawyer. While hiding her true nature, she overcomes things through sheer guts, and is living happily with her family.

Maria: Accepted a proposal from her sweetheart. She was uneasy about being a magical girl, but in future there would be something sparkling on her left ring finger.

Meguru: Started a personal radio show as a hobby. The results allowed her to pass an AO entrance exam to a highly selective university. She has taken a step closer to becoming a commentator.

Moka: Her defenceless personality remains the same even after graduating from high school. But she is able to spend her time in peace thanks to the Moka-chan Circle.

Rui: Her Final Testament analysis website was highly rated and MacQueen invited her to join his circle. But she declined and continued to be a good fan.

Kushu: Became a hot topic after achieving top marks despite not showing up at school. She is using the power of her nighttime high potential to write children's books.

Yuuna: Alongside her schoolwork, she is helping out the family business and is already standing out in Kamihama's political and business circles. The mass media calls her the "young empress".

Yukika: After reaching adulthood, she can now play forbidden games. While her eyes are sparkling, she is desperately exercising her self-control.

Hotori: Acquired the role of female Red Ranger, a rarity in a Sentai series. The way she fights with a scared expression has won her popularity with young boys as well.

Rion: Not wanting to be parted from Hotori, she acquired a Sentai villain role. The way she abuses people with harsh words has won her popularity with young boys as well.

Mikura: She has calculated the location of Kamihama's lost bandit fortress, and continues to research history as a hobby. As a result, she is even getting research invitations from universities.

Temari: Demonstrates her gifted literary wit and intelligence through book reviews. After taking the stage at bookstore talk events, she has gained more opportunities to exchange words with authors.

Seira: Took on debt to complete a tokusatsu movie, which became a hot topic through word-of-mouth. She has paid back the money and is showing an ambition to launch a studio.

Hotaru: Entered university since she didn't want to work. Apparently she wants to gain enough passive income by the time she graduates from university that she can live without working.

Akari: Lately she has been putting her efforts into cooking and making gifts of food for Haruto-oniisan. But as always, he still treats her like a little sister.

Ashley: She is continuing her efforts to spread kawaii culture through vlogs in her university's International Cultural Exchange Association, and popular gossip says that she too is kawaii.

Riko: She is still helping at Chiaki-ya, and dreams of opening a town creche and after-school childcare centre for kids with busy parents.

Masara: After graduating, she plans to study overseas in search of stimulation. She has already felt a new waver of emotion from imagining parting ways with her friends.

Kokoro: As she grows up, she is gradually coming to understand her parents' feelings that led them to divorce. They also have more chances to talk to each other, and her family's relationship is improving.

Aimi: After a series of coincidences, she successfully had a one-on-one date with Hayato...! But she still has a long way to go before confessing her love.

Natsuki: She has started activities to promote girls' baseball in order to support girls who want to play. She is aiming for further developments in girls' baseball.

Kanoko: The mushrooms she incorporated into clothes she made were established to be a new species. While bewildered by her unexpected path to fame, she is fighting hard to promote herself.

Konomi: Inherited Blossom. She also holds flower arrangement classes regularly, and preaches the wonder of flowers to the people around her.

Tsumugi: Her connections led to her having a food review corner in a local Kamihama magazine, which is popular for conveying her love of food through its text.

Manaka: Walnuts was featured in a certain famous guidebook. She and her father have started attending English lessons in order to deal with the customers flooding in from across the world.

Ria: She plans to start full-fledged work as a model after she graduates, and wants to express her own identity.

Mayu: Entered an art university aiming to become a conservator-restorer. Ria rescued her from being invited into a weird club, keeping her safe from trouble.

Sayuki: Was invited to have a worldwide debut after her high school graduation. However, she wants to continue her studies into university, so she has put the offer on hold.

Hinano: She is continuing her kids' chemistry experiment classes while attending university. She has grown 3 millimetres taller than before, which she reported to Ryou and Ikumi's graves.

Emiri: Word of her Trouble Consultation Office spread and she was interviewed by the media. It also started trending on social media, so she'll be a charismatic gal in no time.

Ren: Founded an organisation with Rika to support children who are having hard lives. She aims to confront and improve issues of bullying.

Rika: Was invited by Ren to participate in activities supporting children. She holds lectures about diversity and lets kids come to her for advice.

Konoha: Achieved excellent grades and went on to university with her tuition waived. While she feels the pressure of her grades, she is trying her best with her two little sisters as comfort.

Hazuki: At high school, those around her encouraged her to become student council president. She has learned the weight of being a leader and the importance of relying on others.

Ayame: She has grown rapidly, and after growing taller than Konoha, she now pats her head every day. Apparently Hazuki is her next target, and she trains daily.

Nanaka: While honouring tradition and protecting Kashin-ryuu, she has also succeeded as a young investor. She regularly holds lectures and shows off her business acumen.

Meiyui: Established the Blue Seas Group as a company. They are tightly knit with the community and have started to spread their locations across the world. She has also become famous as a pro mahjong player.

Akira: Works as an assistant instructor at a dojo and has also set up a troubleshooting office. Apparently it is famous for its very cute interior design.

Kako: Is helping out the Natsume Bookstore while aiming to become a librarian. Her read-aloud events for kids to teach them the charm of books have an excellent reputation in the community.

Asuka: She has continued her training and reached the point of full initiation into Ryuushin-ryuu. However, her carelessness has not improved, so the initiation is actually on hold.

Sasara: Was shocked to find out that she could not actually become a Rescue Squad member without leaving her father's home. However, she was encouraged when she learned of Asuka's efforts.

Shizuku: Revised the customer service at her family's cafe to make it more comfortable. As a result, apparently there has been a strange increase in customers who come there to see her.

Ayaka: Got a message of support from Needle Roller. Delighted at the support from someone she looks up to, she is continuing her battle as a solo comedian without giving in.

Reira: Held a sweet-making experience in order to broaden the circle of apartment kids, which proved highly popular and became a regular event.

Seika: Mustering the bravery she acquired through comedy, she asked to join a theatre troupe. She is aiming to become an actress who can perform in a hot-blooded sports story.

Mito: Became one of the mediators connecting the east and west. Her natural attitude and innocence have made her a key player in connecting everyone's hearts.

Himika: Earned a reward from helping the CEO of a certain food manufacturer, but turned it down. She persists in honourable poverty, but apparently the CEO intends to hire her someday.

Livia: She is still travelling the land for the sake of the universe. Lately she has also made plans to create a food truck for when she is low on income.

Sudachi: After returning to her hometown and facing her past, she has gradually started regaining the ability to speak. She has talked to Livia and Mikage over the phone.

Yozuru: In the process of mastering kind interactions, she has won popularity as if she were a host, but apparently she wants to become a child carer and be kind to children.

Lavi: Is managing Earth's Cradle with her mother. She has entered a university in Yukuni and sought teaching from a scholar with connections to Tasuke.

Nayuta: Entered a university her father does not teach at, in order to research magical girls in her own way. Even now, Lavi regularly comes to her boarding house to clean it.

Mikage: Upon receiving word that Ashita-ya was closing down, she forcefully became the second-generation shopkeeper. She is learning from the old lady's knowledge and trying to liven it up.

Himena: Started a nail salon, which has been smooth sailing. She plans to use the power she gains in the business world to make people acknowledge magical girl supremacy and her relationship with Hiko-kun.

Alexandra: Still loves singing and playing the harp, and holds small concerts. While performing at a certain shop, she was reunited with the teacher she had feelings for.

Shigure: Participated in a tournament using her homemade robot and won first place. She became the face of Koushou Academy, but fumbled too much in her speech and ended up crying.

Hagumu: A senior in the drama club asked her to make cosplay outfits, which became popular. Huge amounts of orders are pouring in, making every day hectic.

San: While studying for her civil service exams, she found documents about the Fire Festival that were confirmed to be historical records. There are signs that the Fire Festival may resume.

Miyuri: Won a national inline skating tournament without getting nervous. However, the plane ride to the world tournament was so scary that she has no memory of the journey.

Mitsune: Her legs recovered thanks to the power of the Uwasa. Apparently she is now supporting Kagome, making use of her own experience in social media.

Shizuka: Is considering the Tokime Clan's future with her companions while learning the Tokime Isshin-ryuu from her mother. Apparently she actually wants to go to a fashion school.

Chiharu: Her drama knowledge and analysis became famous and she ended up writing columns for a magazine. She is becoming a mystery drama critic.

Sunao: She has collected a great number of qualifications for helping people, such as caregiver qualifications. Apparently she wants to create a facility herself in the future.

Asahi: Lives in the mountains, away from other people. She has opened a wild game restaurant near the Tokime village that only operates on days when she has secured ingredients.

Chika: Has opened a shelter while continuing to work as a nature guide. It serves as an oasis for the hearts of people caught up in the tempests of the city.

Ryouko: Is making a pilgrimage around the country to mourn for magical girls in various locations. Many curious people come up to talk to her.

Yuna: Announced the disbanding of Promised Blood. She is trying to become a parliamentary secretary to prevent the existence of magical girls being misused.

Juri: Became a professional boxer after graduating, but couldn't follow the rules when she got heated up, so quickly switched to being a trainer.

Ao: Became a famous DoTuber overnight through her gaming streams. She faced backlash over a verbal slip, but her popularity is skyrocketing again after she joined a pro gamer team.

Hikaru: Studying hard to get into university so she can help Yuna. For some reason, she apparently has a feeling that she would live a slack life if she didn't make it into university.

Ranka: She is standing out as a pro gamer, and added the down-and-out Ao to her team, propping up her popularity.

Urara: Joined a circus troupe and is travelling the nation, continuing to perform. She has asked Kurara to co-star with her again, but has already been declined ten times.

Alina: Has stopped making art based on destruction and begun making art based on the radiance of life resisting suffering. Her activities provide hope to people in rough situations.

Karin: Spends every day continuing to draw art so that she can chase after Alina as an assistant. However, she can't resist new volumes of Magical Kirin.

Kanagi: Was given an award from Kamihama City for her efforts in creating a future without discrimination between east and west. She has reported the latest situation to Ryou and Ikumi's graves.

Mitama: She resumed her Coordinator business, but her affection for magical girls exploded, leading to a string of odd injuries. Momoko has ended up becoming her chaperon.

Tsukuyo: Upon her graduation, she announced to her family that she would leave home and "live with Tsukasa". It caused quite an uproar, but there are signs she will be given permission.

Tsukasa: The bamboo workshop was shaken by the announcement that she would live with Tsukuyo. However, the workers gave her father a push, and he is now shifting the Akatsuki family.

Mifuyu: Even after entering the university pharmaceutical department, she is still studying intensely to escape from her family. She reflects on her appreciation for Touka and Nemu every day.

Momoko: The position of Coordinator's chaperon was pushed onto her, and she fell victim to Mitama's appreciative cooking. Rena and Kaede's growth makes her feel a little lonely.

Kaede: Borrowed some farmland from the city and grew some vegetables, which were a big hit. Seeing her business spirit as she sells them without fear, her parents can feel how their daughter has grown.

Rena: Has made more friends at school, possibly as a result of her personality mellowing out slightly. Even now, she stays in contact with Ranka and plays with her.

Yachiyo: As her non-modelling work increases, she continues to wait for Iroha's return while making Mikazuki Villa a place for magical girls to relax.

Tsuruno: She has handed over her role as drawcard for Banbanzai and has started to inherit her father's flavour. Also, apparently there is a chance her older sister will return and help out again.

Felicia: Inherited the role of drawcard for Banbanzai from Tsuruno. However, she swipes food while setting the tables, so customers complain that the portions are smaller than before.

Sana: Received a publishing offer for her picture books, but since she is invisible, she is getting support from the people around her as she begins her writing career.

Iroha/Ui: They continue to gather and file records along with the impurities from all over the world. They manage them in the Magia Record so that they can someday be conveyed to people.

Touka/Nemu: While compiling the gathered records of magical girls, they are also searching for a way to save magical girls using Uwasa.

Sakurako: The Uwasa itself remains in Kamihama, but she now lives in the same place as Iroha and her companions, assisting them.

Kagome: While making plans to publish her notes, she is currently considering her future course, in order to fulfil her dream of interviewing magical girls around the world.

[themidnightguardian]

Day 7: Shaking Hands -- Iruka

pre-KakaIru | loosely canon compliant| Kakashi POV (even though Iruka's the whumpee) | Content Warnings: non-graphic mention of burned bodies, aftermath of explosion, mild injuries

Whumptober Masterlist

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If Kakashi was being completely honest—a rarity in and of itself—then he had to admit that he had severely underestimated Umino Iruka.

It wasn’t necessarily because the man was a chuunin, or even just because he was a schoolteacher, though Kakashi would be lying if he said those didn’t play a part into his perception. But the majority of his opinion was formed second-hand on the word of his students who loved to extoll the virtues of their beloved Iruka-sensei. Even Sasuke, the prickly bastard, wasn’t immune to it. All three of Kakashi’s cute little genin held high opinions of Umino.

Because he was kind. Because he cared. Because he had guided them when other people hadn’t bothered.

All good qualities in an academy teacher, but not exactly ideal for a shinobi. And their little…altercation when Kakashi said he was going to sign up his team for the Chuunin Exams had only solidified his understanding of Umino. Yes, he was sharper-tongued than Kakashi had been led to believe, and louder, and nice wasn’t really a word he’d have used to describe the man, but underneath all that unexpected attitude was a soft heart.

There were, in Kakashi’s opinion, three main types of shinobi: those that reveled in the death and fighting and underhanded tactics, those that were good at their jobs because they were good at compartmentalizing, and those that just didn’t have the stomach for field work and were thus relegated to deskwork. Sure, the lines were a little blurred sometimes, but in general, Kakashi found that it was easy to pick out which shinobi were which.

And Umino Iruka was obviously the third sort.

Or, at least, that’s what Kakashi had thought until he’d been sent to retrieve Umino and his latest academy class who were reported to have been attacked by bandits on their field trip to one of the farms outside the village’s walls. Instead of finding a class full of terrified kids and their teacher held for ransom or worse, the first thing Kakashi saw was Umino standing mostly unharmed in the middle of a still-smoking field that looked like it had been the centermost point of a blast radius. The bandits—thirty of them, at least—were all in various states of consciousness.

Or rather, Kakashi thought as he got closer, there was one bandit still alive that had been on the very edge of the blast, and the rest were varying degrees of crispy.

Holy shit.

Umino, for his part, had a black smudge across his forehead that could have been either ash or ink, and no evident injury aside from a shallow cut on his shoulder. He didn’t even seem tired or scared, just irritated. When he caught sight of Kakashi, he raised an unimpressed brow before his expression cleared.

“Alright,” Umino called out, loudly. “Who can tell me what technique I used and why it worked?”

Kakashi frowned for a moment, unsure what was happening until slowly, one by one, academy students came piling out from behind the trees on the opposite side of the clearing.

One girl raised her hand. “Um, you used a…a barrier seal over yourself? And was it an explosive tag for the…the bandits?”

“Barrier seal, yes, Mina. But a regular explosive tag wouldn’t have caused this level of destruction.”

A small, gray-haired boy piped up, “Did ya modify it, sensei? Is that why it went all BOOM?”

“Koutarou, even if we’re outside, let’s try to keep our voices at a reasonable level. Good shinobi shouldn’t be too loud, okay?” Iruka waited until the boy nodded before continuing. “I didn’t modify an explosive tag. Once a seal is made, it can be very difficult to alter it. Often, it’s better to just make a new one from scratch.”

The kids were drawn into the conversation for another few minutes, having realized that Iruka had clearly made his own, personalized explosive tag on the fly, mid-fight, and Kakashi looked on, impressed not only by Umino’s apparent skill with sealing but also how the kids relaxed incrementally by the second the more he talked to them, distracted them.

After the kids had settled down enough to be escorted back and were safely in the village, Kakashi finally had a moment to observe Iruka alone. Without the kids around who needed him to be an unbeatable force, a beacon of safety, Iruka seemed infinitely more exhausted, all but drooping before Kakashi’s eyes.

“Maa, sensei, if you need the hospital—” Kakashi couldn’t help but suggest, but Iruka waved him off with an amused smirk.

“Nothing I can’t patch up myself, Hatake-san.” He heaved a sigh as he plopped down into the chair behind his desk, pulling out first aid supplies. It was then that Kakashi noticed the way his hands shook, almost unnoticeable except for the way that the box rattled in his trembling fingers.

Not my place to comment, Kakashi told himself. I don’t even need to be here. I should go report to the Hokage.

“Are you alright, sensei?” he asked instead, entirely without his permission. He couldn’t have said why he asked. Maybe it was because he knew Naruto, at least, would have wanted him to.

For a split second, Iruka looked at him, nose scrunching slightly in confusion. Then he looked down at his hands, back up to Kakashi, and snorted.

“It’s not nerves. Or residual adrenaline. Believe me, I’ve been in far worse situations. Though it would have been easier if the kids weren’t there; I’d like to think they listen to me, but in reality, a lot of them are still at the age where they want to play hero.” Iruka shook his head even as he applied an antiseptic to his shoulder wound, no flinching or hissing even though Kakashi knew it had to sting. Sometimes the disinfectant hurt worse than the initial injury. "No, it's from chakra exhaustion. Well, that and the blast."

Kakashi blinked. "What."

“A barrier seal can keep me from blowing myself up, but as you know, it’s not just the heat from an explosion you have to watch out for, but the force of the explosion, too. The barrier dampens it, but if it’s strong enough—” Iruka trailed off, shrugging his good shoulder.

Kakashi could fill in the blanks. Between the frankly huge radius and the state of the charred bodies, it must have been a hell of an explosion. The blowback from that had to have been intense, and the amount of chakra…well, he had no idea how much chakra Iruka had, but now that Kakashi was looking closer, he did look awfully pale compared to his typical warm complexion.

Getting hit with the full force of an explosion, even if you survived, was often enough to break bones, damage internal organs. Iruka seemed mostly fine, but Kakashi was hit with the sudden, absurd clarity that if Iruka was hurt and Kakashi didn’t bother to check, then Naruto was going to inevitably find out and probably go feral.

And the last person who had hurt Iruka that Naruto had gone feral on was Mizuki. Who was dead now.

(Not that Naruto had killed Mizuki, of course. T&I had done that once the interrogation was over. But they’d hardly needed much of an interrogation considering the condition Mizuki had been in after Naruto had finished with him.)

And then there were also the lethal sad blue eyes. Kakashi wanted to avoid those at all costs.

“Sensei,” Kakashi said carefully, inching towards Iruka in case the man tried to refuse. Kakashi was not above abducting him. “I really think you ought to at least get someone to check you over.” When Iruka hesitated—really, he looked like he was going to yell—Kakashi hurried to add, “Naruto would want to know you’re taking care of yourself.”

Iruka’s mouth snapped shut, but he pinned Kakashi with a glare. “Fine.” It was a very nice glare. Pretty, almost, despite the fury. Or maybe because of the fury. Huh. Well. Nothing new there. Kakashi had always been attracted to people who could seriously fuck his shit up. He just hadn’t known until today that Iruka was one of them.