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lilypadeater · 4 months

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Break Me Down

Rick Grimes x Fem!Reader

Summary- Rick and Hershel's oldest daughter can't keep their eyes off each other. They go to retrieve some walkers for the barn. Rick is kind of an asshole so ig this is angsty too. Enemies to loves

Content information: unedited, 18+, smut, p in v unprotected, choking i guess, enemies to lovers, age gap (mid 20s and early 40s), angst, plot, asshole rick, flirting, pet names, making out, fluff, some walker killing

Your eyes scanned over Rick as he helped your father with farming chores. You already disliked the idea a group of strangers living on the farm, but their leader's cold behavior towards you made you hate it. You didn't understand why Rick was so harsh to you compared to the rest of the family. He treated your younger sisters, Maggie and Beth, completely normal. But whenever you tried to strike up a conversation, he would try to immediately end it or give you dry responses. He wasn't like this with anyone else, so you couldn't understand why he was like this with you.

The strangest part of it all was how he would look at you. Was is in a murderous or flirtatious way? You couldn't tell. What you did know though, was that you found him attractive. Guilt ate at you whenever you caught yourself staring at him.

'He has a wife and a son. And I'm pretty sure he hates me.' You remind yourself when you noticed you'd been glancing at him too much. He was cleaning the stables with Daryl. You decided to take one more look at him before directing you attention back to feeding the chickens. But as you took your last peek, you accidentally lock eyes with him, making it obvious that you were staring. You quickly turn your head and go back to sprinkling seeds around for the chickens.

Rick's eyes roamed over you as timidly looked away. A smirk was plastered on his face when he realized you'd been staring. Hershel would probably kill him if he found out how much he wanted fuck you. Rick would never risk his group getting kicked off the farm just for some girl.

The problem was, in his eyes, you were a diamond in the rough. You weren't just some girl. Seeing you help Carl when he was shot, caring for the animals with so much love, and your kindness towards everyone made his realize just how rare you really were. This kind of naiveness wasn't something you could find in the apocalypse. You were beautiful inside and out and you were the perfect distraction from Lori and Shane.

When you finished up feeding the animals, you were approached by your father. "I was gonna show Rick how to retrieve the sick and put them into the barn, but it's much too hot for me. You're the oldest of your sisters and most experienced at this, so I need you to take him down to the swamp and rescue our neighbors." He explains.

You sigh in irritation. You disagreed with your father when it came to the subject of walkers. You believed they were no longer the people they used to be and they couldn't be saved. You've tried to explain this to him multiple times, but it always ends in an argument. "Fine," you agreed. You hated having to go near the walkers, but on the bright side, you were going to be able to spend some time with Rick and find out why he didn't like you.

You led Rick into the forest with the leashes. There was an awkward silence between you two. "I know my dad explained his version of the world to you already, but I just wanted to tell you that I don't agree with his ideology." You announced, breaking the ice.

"At least you have more sense than him." He replied. You nodded and guided him to the swamp that had trapped with two walkers with it's mud.

You took the leash and carefully approached one of them. You began to explain how to catch one, "You have to get it around their neck, and hold them about and arms width away otherwise-'" You slipped on the mud and and accidentally let the walker loose. It immediately lunges for you but Rick shoots it. It falls into the mud and you scramble to your feet. "Oh my god, thank you." You tell him with a panicked and breathless voice.

"Was that a part of catching them?" He mockingly asks. He crosses his arms in impatience and watches you get up.

You furrow your eyebrows in disdain and and feel you face flush with embarrassment. "Yeah it is. Probably the most crucial part." You reply sarcastically. 'He looks so hot, such a shame he's dick.' You thought to yourself as he took his leash and captured the second walker.

Rick loved getting under your skin. Seeing your flustered face made his heart race and forget all about Lori and Shane. Your witty remarks back to him would make him forget that the world's gone to shit. He decided to further your irritation and say, "So all you do is look pretty and feed the animals?"

Your heart jumped when he called you pretty. You retorted, "You just sit around while your wife get knocked up by other men?" You realized what you said was harsh and might've crossed a boundary, but you were sick of his attitude towards you.

"She ain't my wife anymore." He mutters, keeping his focus on the walker he's leading.

Guilt crept up on you. Sure, he was an asshole, but you weren't. You couldn't swoop to his level, so you sigh and say, "I'm sorry. That was rude of me, I was just bothered by what you said."

He smirks and shakes his head. "S'alright."

You tried to walk the rest of the way in silence, apart from the snarls of the walker Rick had on the leash. But the question of why he was always cold to you played in your head. 'If he wanted to murder me, he would've let the walker eat me. Is there a chance he might be, interested in me?' Now you just had to know.

You came to a sudden stop and turned towards him. He was confused by your actions and stopped along side you. "Why'd we stop?" He asks, annoyed with you.

You ignore his question and ask him, "Why do you hate me?"

He was taken aback by your bluntness and shrugged. "I don't hate you," he replies and takes a step closer to you, meeting your doe eyes with his piercing blue ones. "I think you're beautiful."

Your eyes widen with surprise and your cheeks heat up. You glance to the ground then look back up. "Then why are you so mean to me?" You quietly asked.

He smiles before leaning in closing to you. "I like seeing your pretty face all red." He replies as he pushes a strand of hair away from your face. "I hate that I can't have you." He mutters as he kisses your forehead.

Your body is rushing with adrenaline and serotonin. "You can." You whisper before wrapping your hands around his chiseled face and kissing him. His free hand wrapped around your waist as he deepened the kiss, but the snarl of the walker brought you both back to reality.

He back the walker up against a tree and smashed its head with the metal part of the leash. "Whoops." He said as it fell to the floor.

"Why'd you do that? My dad's gonna be pissed." You complained, ready to scold him, but he grabbed your head and crashed his lips onto yours. You lean into it and gasp when one of his hands traveled from your face to your thigh. You could feel yourself getting wet as his hand creeped up to the hem of your shorts. You break away from the heated make out session to catch your breath. "Fuck, let's go somewhere else." You tell him in between breathes and he lifts you into his arms.

You directed him towards a nearby abandoned cottage. He checks the area out to make sure it's safe before taking you inside. You push him onto the bed and climb on top of him. You pull his shirt off and admire his toned body. "You had your turn," he smirks and flips you over so that he's on top. He takes you shirt off and it reveals your bare breasts. He leans in and kisses your neck, slowly making his way down. You shivered at the feeling and your hands gripped his back.

His hands slid down to the waistband of your shorts, making your skin tingle under his warm touch. He pulled your shorts off in a swift motion and looked amused when it revealed your soaked underwear. “S’this all for me, angel? I barely touched you and look at all this.” Rick teased as he yanked it off you and threw it to the the side. You whimpered in response, blushing in embarrassment and wrapping your hands around his muscular torso.

His fingers went up and down your slit, causing you to whine in anticipation before he began rubbing your clit. The new sensation produced whimpers and moans from you, but he was clearly going slow as a form of torture for you. You tried you grind against his fingers in order to reach your release but his other hand quickly held you hips down. You squirmed around but his hold on you was strong and he took pleasure in seeing you hot and bothered. You cry out in frustration, craving more friction and speed.

“Use your words, sweetheart.” He mutters with a sadistic smile. Two fingers enter your pussy as he continues to tease your clit with his thumb.

You breathlessly manage to whine “I need you in me” as he edges you. He feels his cock throbbing in his jeans as the words leave your mouth.

“You’re gonna be grateful I’m getting you ready for it” he hissed and added a third finger, stretching your needy cunt. You arch your back and moan loudly as your pussy clenches around his fingers. After you come down from your high, you sit up and your hands quickly work to undo his belt. Your eyes widened when you saw his rock hard cock under the denim of his jeans. It was massive. Before you could unbutton his jeans, he grabbed you and flipped you onto your stomach.

You hear the sound of his jeans falling to the floor as you get onto yours knees and elbows. Your pussy was on display for him. His large hand wrapped around your waist as he brought the tip of his cock to your entrance. You turn your head to see and nearly gasp when you see how large he his is. “There’s no way in hell it’s gonna fit” You whine and squirm.

He comfortingly rubs your back with his hand and replies “it will, baby. It’ll only hurt a little, but I’ll be gentle.” His words gave you some comfort and he slowly pushed into your drenched cunt. It was uncomfortable and painful when he stretched your walls with his huge cock, but the pain was eased as you adjusted. He filled you up completely and groaned when he felt your tight count wrapped around him. “I’m gonna start moving, ‘kay baby?” You nodded in approval and be began slowly thrusting. He gripped your hips roughly as he rammed into you, definitely bruising you. You moaned in ecstasy as he met your g spot in every thrust.

Rick had thrown his previous statement out the window as he roughly fucked you into oblivion. He wrapped his hand around your neck and it sent chills down your spine. It sent you over the edge as your walls clenched around his cock. Your legs trembled and gave out, but his hand quick grabbed your hip and held you up.

“Fuck, you’re so tight” He hissed, his thrusts becoming sloppy. You mewled at the overstimulation of being fucked through your orgasm and clenched around him again. His thrusts finally stopped as he finished inside of you, filling you up with his cum. He pulls out and you stretch out the bed, exhausted. He lays next you, gently stroking your hair.

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this is my first time writing smut

HOLY FUCK THAT WAS SO MUCH IM NEVER GONNA BE THE SAME

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bluecollarmcandtf · 9 months

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Farmboy

I hate grocery shopping. Usually I make whatever dumb chick I'm seeing do that crap, but I'm between hoes right now. Hopefully the cashier is hot enough to flirt with.

Dragging the cart down the aisle, I almost run into a giant oaf studying a rows of cans. The guy is tall, fat, and severely sunburnt. I can tell he's got some impressive muscle beneath his chub; probably from all the labor he does on his farm. Wearing denim overalls and a straw hat, he's essentially a walking cliche.

"Hey move it, redneck," I snap.

"You have a problem with me, son?" he slowly turns and peers out from his dirty beard.

"Not you," I answer annoyedly, "Just your fat ass. Move it."

This guy has to be slow because he just doesn't seem to get it. Instead of getting out of my way, he takes lumbering steps towards me and grabs my cart with his meaty paws.

"Try again, son."

"Man, let me through already!" I roll my eyes, "Are you dumb or something? All I want to do is pass! Then you can get back to shoveling crap and humping cows, ok?"

The hulking farmer staggers towards me until his fat stomach almost bumps me over.

"You think I shovel crap and hump cows all day?" he quietly growls down at me.

"Sure. You probably sleep with the pigs too big guy," I add.

"That sounds more like something you would do, kid," he slowly retorts.

"Man, look at me," I cry, "Do I look like a filthy redneck?"

"Actually you do."

His response catches me off guard. I'd just wanted to get the shopping done, but now this guy is straight up lying to my face. No one could ever mistake me for a country bumpkin with my stylish hair and $300 sneakers.

"You look exactly like a farmboy," he continues to grumble, "Just take a look at your hands, kid. See how worn they are; how filthy they are. That's the sign of hard work right there."

I can't help but hold my hands out in front of me.

That can't be right! Just like he said, dirt and dust cover my palms all the way up my arms. They're somehow riddled with callouses even though I rarely used my hands for anything.

"What'd you-"

"And look at what you're wearing, kid," he keeps talking, "You've been tracking dirt all through the store with those boots."

"I have $300 sneakers..." I nervously glance down.

I almost scream when I don't see my favorite kicks. My shoes have somehow been replaced with big rubber boots. I don't even own a pair of these, and yet they cover my feet all the way up my shins. Like the farmer had said, they were caked with mud, and it looks like I had created a messy trail of footprints across the store.

"Stop," I beg quietly.

"Stop?" he laughs and each bellow echoes through the store, "I'm just getting started, kid. You haven't even looked in the mirror yet. You've got the same bib overalls I got on!"

I shudder and turn away, abandoning my cart to run through the store in my awkwardly huge boots. I need to find the nearest bathroom and fast. I can already feel my clothes changing and a pair of straps pulling at my shoulders.

Bursting into the restroom I stare at my reflection.

I'm wearing the same redneck outfit as that farmer freak! Before I start ripping the clothes off, the door slams open and the giant farmer lumbers in.

"Stop whatever it is you're doing to me!" I scream, "Give me my clothes back!"

"Why would I do that, kid," he asks, "You love this getup. You don't want those fancy city clothes anyway."

I cringe as the tall boots suddenly feel very comfortable on my feet. The straps of the overalls on my shoulders are all the sudden very comforting to me. God this thing stinks, but I feel a new kind of pride in that stench. It is after all my own smell. There's nothing wrong with reeking of hard work, right?

"That's it, kid," the big redneck pats my head with his dirty hand, "There's nothing you'd rather do than work on my farm, right?"

God, he's right. All that land, the animals, and solitude sound perfect. I would be happy to work on his farm.

"Alright farmboy, come with me."

I follow behind the giant as he marches out of the grocery store. I notice that the cashier is exceptionally cute when we pass, but a pretty girl like that has no interest in me. She cringes at my smell. Girl probably can't handle the smell of a real man.

Back at the farmer's ranch, he leads me to the barn, and shows me inside.

"You'll live in here with the animals, kid," he explains, "I'll teach you the routine of feeding all them, but I have other chores for you to do right now."

The farmer hands me a shovel and bucket. Both things are covered in mud and who knows what else, but I don't mind. I already can guess what my job is.

"Picking up crap and humping cows, huh," he chuckles, remembering words I said a lifetime ago, "Well you can get started by shovelling all the crap. We'll see about the cows later."

"Awesome," I smile, happy he's already trusting me with his animals.

I get right to work, shovelling up the piles of dung. I can't help but smile with joy. This work just makes me so happy. I should probably keep my mouth closed though if I don't want any flies buzzing in, but I just can't help myself. Boy, am I glad I ran into the guy.

#gay hypnosis #mind control #hypno story #male transformation

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ghouljams · 10 months

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Living vicariously through Bee, can we have Bee either impulsively purchases or has new livestock bestowed upon her, except…she has no place to put them. And Königs like god dammit (affectionate) and helps her build a ramshackle paddock to keep them in for the time being. Can include whatever kinky or plot shit you want, competency kink, size difference, stronk, whatever. I just need validation cause I just had to help my dad build a quarantine paddock in the burning sun this afternoon cause he impulsively bought more sheep 😭

Maelstrom you fuckin beauty I am so here for this. Bee is exactly the type to fall victim to the supply store chicks and bring home way too many because she wanted them to have friends. She is not made for farming but she loves animals and is so stupid. This is going to be very little relevant plot stuff and mostly me making König's life harder.

You call König as soon as you get home, worrying your lip with your teeth and staring at your new family member. You need to have a good long talk with yourself about impulse decisions and saying no to your neighbors. The line hardly rings twice before it picks up.

"What's wrong?" König asks instead of a greeting. You don't know why something has to be wrong for you to call him. Although thinking about it there's usually something wrong when you call him.

“You have to promise not to be mad.” You hear König exhale over the phone, a slow release of pressure.

“I promise I won’t be mad.”

"Ok, I- actually don't know where to start," you tell him honestly, that seems to work best with him. There's a short beat before he tells you,

"I'll be right there."

König stares down at the little pig you hold aloft for him to see. It’s eyes are almost as big and shiny as yours, it's little nose snuffles as you stare entreatingly at him and god dammit he can't say no to you.

"You need a paddock, and a shed." He tells you, already making a mental list of what he’ll need to grab from his place.

"Is a paddock like a little fenced area?” You ask, holding your squirmy piglet like a baby. König nods.

“Do you have a paddock?” Sometimes it feels like he’s really holding your hand through a conversation. You swear you’re not normally this stupid.

“I have a busted up fence behind the house.”

“Show me.”

König crouches next to one of the old fence posts behind your house, testing its stability before nailing up the wire netting he’d grabbed from home. He tips the brim of his hat with his finger to glance at the rest of the posts in the area, quick mental math buzzing and filling in where he’d need to put missing posts. When he stands again the roll of his shoulders as he straightens to full height is mesmerizing. You don’t think you’d properly internalized just how strong he must be. Watching him work is certainly… enlightening.

He’s really good at this, and you- you have nothing to add that could help. If you’re being totally honest with yourself, you would’ve been completely lost without him to here. Your heart clenches in your chest watching him twirl his hammer idly. You should really be doing something besides watching him. The flex of his bicep as he wraps his hand around the next post and shakes it, the tightness in his back as he raises the hammer and brings it down hard on the top of the post to force it further into the ground... You let out a pleased hum involuntarily. Are you proud of your ineptitude? No. Is seeing König work sort of worth it? Absolutely.

“You sure I can’t help?” You ask, more to be polite than to actually offer. König glances at you, the soft patterned sundress, the sandals, and shakes his head. No, the only thing you need to do is keep looking at him like that.

“Don’t need any help,” He sits back on his heels, staring at the fence post for a moment, before he looks back at you, “actually, if you had something to drink?”

You nod quickly, feeling like just the worst host in the world. You’d been so busy drooling over how hot your poor neighbor is you’d forgotten how hot he must be working out here. You can see the sweat on his skin, the wetness of his shirt where it sticks to him, of course he’s thirsty.

“I’ve got some lemonade, how’s that?”

“Perfect, thank you Hummelchen.” You smile at the nickname, whatever it means it feels affectionate and it makes you happy. You’ve never had a nickname before.

You steal a last look at the flex of his biceps before scurrying back to the house. This you can do, piling ice high in a glass and pouring lemonade just to where you think it might spill. You pop another glass in the freezer for later and feel fairly pleased with yourself, thinking ahead for once. You grab the glass to take out to König, careful not to spill as you cross the grass.

He's back to working hard, tapping nails into fence posts, and making sure everything is as secure as possible for you. For you. He's doing this for you. Just like he does everything for you, and doesn't ask for shit in return. It would be hot if you weren't starting to worry you're taking advantage of him. He looks up when he hears you approaching, his eyes crinkling pleasantly at the edges. He doesn't seem to mind helping you out. You should really find a way to return the favor.

You hold the glass out to him, "Looking good!"

He hums, fingers bumping yours as he takes the glass causing some of the drink to spill over your grip. He wants to tell you you're more than welcome to stay and watch, that he likes feeling your gaze so heavy on him, so appreciative, but he stops.

You lick the sticky sweet drink from your fingers without thinking, a terrible habit you've picked up living alone. König's eyes trace the motion, the soft pink of your tongue as it slides over your fingers. His own fingers tightening on the cool glass, feeling the creak of it trying to hold up under his grip. You don't know what you do to him, making an inquisitive noise at his staring, wiping the wet of your fingers on your skirt.

"You need something else?" You ask, König's voice catches in his throat. You. You. God, only you. You're all he needs and then some. You really must not know. Fuck, he wants to show you, wants to make sure you know how your every movement affects him. Maybe then you wouldn't be so spectacularly naive.

"No," he finally grits. You grin, just happy to have helped even a little.

"Just grab me if you do, I gotta finish up the laundry but I'll be back for your glass." You pat the post nearest you with finality and turn back to the house. König watches you go, thumb rubbing at the condensation on the glass.

König's hand settles on your shoulder as you're pinning sheets in place on the line. It makes you jump a little, you'd been thinking and hadn't heard him walk up.

"Paddock's done," His hand is damp with sweat and dirt, his voice almost as warm as the air. You glance over your shoulder at him and have to pretend you're not staring. It's weird he'd lose the shirt and not the bandana but you're not complaining. He's littered with scars but they only add to the appeal of the cut musculature, did he walk out of a museum? He's gorgeous, and your throat feels dry for any sane words but "wow" and "Holy shit" and "do you mind if I just touch you for a little." You tear your eyes away from his abs to look at the paddock.

Perfectly straight fence and evenly spaced poles, your new critter already snuffling about in the grass. There's even water and food troughs, you wonder if he found those in the old shed or if he brought them from his place. Somehow the well fit fence makes him all the more attractive.

"You'll need a shed for it, but it should be fine for tonight." König tells you, you nod a little and swallow the drool you're working on.

"Piggy smalls can sleep in the house, he's little so-" you cut yourself off, the questioning concern in König's eye makes you think you've said something wrong again.

"Is that what you've named it?" You nod quickly and hear him snort.

"You like it?" You ask, just to hear him tell you no.

"It's very... you." He says after a moment, smile wide enough you can almost see the edges under his bandana. Butterflies kick up in your stomach and you twist your fingers into your skirt so you don't reach to try and touch him.

"Are you staying for dinner?" You ask quickly, before you lose the nerve to say anything to him.

"Do you want me to stay?"

"Yes."

He likes the way you say it, like a sigh. Like you could never say anything else to him. "Then I'll stay."

#cowboy!König #oc: bee #könig x you #könig modern warfare #könig x reader #x reader #god theyre so silly #hes stalking you queen!! stop inviting him over!!!#bee reads dark romances shed probably think it was hot #thats Love levels of crazy

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blueywrites · 1 year

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turtle dove and the crow, part two

A 1940s Farm AU, featuring bsf!neighbor!eddie x fem!reader

story tags: 18+ (minors dni). smut; true love; unexpected pregnancy; angst, angst, angst; parental issues; corporal punishment; scheming, plotting, and betrayal; hurt/comfort; period-typical stigma regarding unwed pregnancy; angst with a happy ending.

chapter tags: 18+. p in v, unprotected sex, breeding kink, threats of animal violence (there will be no animal violence in this fic).

PART TWO: REAL LOVE, BABY (9.9k)

I’m a flower, you’re my bee

It’s much older than you and me

I’m in love, I’m alive

I belong to the stars and sky

Let’s forget who we are for one night

We’re not animals, baby

It’s the people who lie to themselves

Real Love Baby— Father John Misty

Somehow, the knock on the front door the next day comes as a surprise.

Maybe it shouldn't have; maybe you should've risen expecting Eddie to call on you first thing in the morning before you'd even brushed all the tangles from your hair. You hear those three sharp knocks while sitting cross-legged at the kitchen table, slowly nibbling on a piece of toast slathered with butter and homemade apple jam and still rubbing the crust from your eye with the other hand. You frown towards the front door, suspicious, at first, that the sound may have been a hallucination borne of your sleep-heavy mind. But when you hear it again, you rush forward in your flimsy nightgown, grabbing your Mama's housecoat from where she'd left it hanging over the stair railing and wrapping it around yourself as you hasten to answer the door. The thought of a visitor seeing you in such a state brings a little self-conscious heat to your cheeks, though the coat protects your modesty; still, there's no alternative. Pa's already out working, and Mama's started on the weekly washing, which typically takes her nearly the whole day and can easily put her in a gruff mood. The last thing you need is to start the day off on the wrong foot by making her answer the door.

You reveal your visitor. And though the sight on the other side of the screen still separating you might be a surprise, the way Eddie's face brightens so eagerly when he sees you - his features all lit with handsome delight like he's seen the thing he desires most in this world - tells you the whole story.

You can't help the sappy smile that plucks at your cheeks when he pulls the screen door open, letting it thump to prop against his hip as he removes the final barrier between you. Eddie looks a dream haloed by bright summer sunlight, dew darkening his loafers as he stands on the mat at the threshold of your door. Your eyes trail from his shoes upward, skating over bony ankles which lead to long pale legs and ruddy knees exposed beneath the hem of smart beige shorts. His button-up shirt sports a checkered pattern and is practically wrinkle-free, and there isn't a smudge of dirt on him— not on his pale forearms, nor his neck, nor his rosy cheeks. And what's more: his hair looks freshly washed, curls bouncy as if the water from his bath has just finished evaporating off them, leaving his bangs soft-looking and slightly frizzy as they ruffle in the early morning breeze.

"Hi." Eddie's voice isn't at all sleep-hoarse when he greets you— in fact, it's downright chipper to match the sparkle in his umber eyes.

"Hi," you echo, still sleep-hoarse yourself but sweet all the same. Eddie's curls rustle again with another gust of light wind, and your fingers itch to reach out and feel that softness for yourself.

Before you can, you feel Mama's presence looming as quick-shuffling steps halt right behind you. Eddie's spine snaps a little straighter as he sees her over your shoulder; he tucks his hands behind his back like he's standing in a military line.

"Good mornin', ma'am." His broad smile is oozing with charm, and you have half a mind to peek behind you to see if it put a chink in your mother's stony expression, considering the way it makes your own heart squeeze in your chest.

"Good morning, Edward," she says, not quite stiff but with a hint of wry amusement.

Clearly, his charm doesn't work as well on her as it does on you, but Eddie perseveres nonetheless, asking politely, "I was wonderin', given it's Saturday and all, if maybe y/n would be available for a while this morning? I was hopin' to read to 'er from this book—"

He pulls the hardcover from behind his back, presenting it to your mother with a flourish. She cranes forward to peer at the cover— a knight on horseback firmly gripping a lance, with the words Don Quixote embossed overtop— but she merely leans back, resting on her heels rather than taking it from him. Eddie finishes his sentence hastily. "—if that's all right with you, ma'am."

You do turn to face her then, eyes wide and pleading. "Oh, Mama, can I? I really wanna know what happens next." Your face flashes with hopefulness as a sudden idea occurs to you. "And I can practice my embroidery, too, to get ready for the showin' at the fair."

Caught between your hopefulness and Eddie's earnestness, your mother relents quickly in the interest of hurrying this business along. "Go'n get yourself dressed, now," she instructs you. "I'll not have you sittin' on my porch in your bedclothes for the neighbors to gawk at."

With a bright beam directed toward the boy before you, you spin and hurry up the stairs before your Mama can change her mind.

When you emerge onto the front porch— dress thrown on, hair hastily brushed, embroidery basket in hand, cheeks rouged from being pinched between your fingers as you rushed down the stairs so as not to keep Eddie waiting— it's to a symphony of late summer in the early morning. The squeaky creak of the weathervane and the trill of birdsong punctuate the light air, which is scented by the heady perfume of the hydrangea bushes framing the base of the porch. You take a moment to breathe them in, letting the air rush into your lungs— dry, not quite crisp, but not as heavy with humidity as yesterday. This August morning is sunny and bright but mostly still and quiet; it's early yet for the dirt road beyond your front yard to be anything but empty, save for the occasional motorcar mosying in the direction of town.

You glance automatically toward where you assume Eddie will be, but the two rocking chairs to your right are empty; you glance to the left and see that Eddie has chosen to sit on the wicker couch instead, nestled into the corner against the floral cushions. Your expression shows your curiosity about his choice, and an easy, lopsided grin accompanies his explanation.

"Well, I thought about sittin' in the rockin' chairs like we normally do," Eddie tells you, one arm slung across the back of the couch and the other dangling the hardcover from loose fingertips, "but I changed my mind on account of my voice."

He pauses, eyes twinkling with mirth as your nose scrunches with predictable puzzlement. "Your voice?" you question, and his smile widens.

"Tha's right," Eddie declares, leaning forward and crinkling his brow in an exaggeration of earnestness. "M'voice is just so tired from that story you made me tell you yesterday. Y'know, you really twisted my arm with that one, turtle dove. Really took a lot out of me, weavin' you that yarn."

The rasp of Eddie's voice sounds just the same as usual— no more throaty or hoarse than normal, like he's claiming. You cock your hip and plant your unoccupied hand there as you raise a skeptical brow, but he ignores you. And that voice of his is still warm with brashness as Eddie falls into a cadence somewhere between smug and teasing. "So you got to sit close to me, y/n, if you want me to read to you from this here book. You don't wanna wear me out by makin' me speak too loud, now, do you?"

Eddie raises his arms, the book dangling shakily now in his grip as he wiggles all his fingers, beckoning you over. You twist your lips against a pleased smile, an affectionate tingle stirring behind your sternum as you sigh theatrically. "Holy moly, Ed, you really are such a wuss," you pretend to grouse. "The things I do for you."

Eddie's face brightens as you pad over, bare feet skimming the porch floorboards worn soft with age. You hesitate for a moment near the leftmost cushion before choosing the middle. As you sit down, Eddie shifts his body so that, in the position he's facing, you have no choice but to lean back half against his chest and half against the cushion, your embroidery basket in your lap. The floral cushions are scratchy, but Eddie's shirt is so smooth, as is his hot skin where his arm is thrown along the back of the couch behind your shoulder as if encouraging you to nestle into his side. You give into the temptation, relaxing into his chest, which is firm and yet soft. You and Eddie shift and shimmy a bit until you're both comfortable and ready to take up your activities; as you pull out your embroidery needle and choose your threads, Eddie props the book against his knee, his loafer braced on the wicker edge of the couch seat.

And with that, Eddie begins to read to you from the book he'd forgotten yesterday. Yesterday, you'd been disappointed by that fact, but now, you couldn't be any more grateful.

It's still hot, but as the minutes tick on and the sun rises higher in the sky, the day remains not as hot as yesterday. The breeze keeps you comfortable as it plays with the pages of Don Quixote and the edge of the fabric peeking from the embroidery hoop in your hand. You move the needle in and out, in and out, and it weaves like the cadence of Eddie's voice as he reads to you, lulling you into contentment. That contentment stretches like a cat when he runs his calloused thumb lightly against your upper arm, the rough pad catching the skin there. Its path is stuttering, slightly uneven because of it, but you just lean into him more, humming as it relaxes you. And Eddie smells so unbelievably good— clean like laundry powder and hay but musky like tobacco and the salt of his skin. His voice rumbles in his throat and chest, smooth and even and practiced as he lets the words dance from his lips to create pictures in your mind as your fingers twist and pull the needle without much conscious thought.

And every once in a while, Eddie's words will fade into silence like the light of a firefly. He'll turn his head to let his dry lips skim your temple before returning to his book, his voice picking up again as if he'd never interrupted himself. Each time is abrupt, as if a sudden impulse has caught him; sometimes, he even stops speaking right in the middle of a sentence to whisper his lips against your smooth skin. It's a light touch, gentle as the beat of a bird's wings— reverent and sweet, a graze that has your heart turning in your chest with the utter rightness of it.

After some time, the deep grumbling of an engine draws your gaze to an approaching truck, faded blue and familiar. As it rambles up the drive and rolls to a stop before the red house next door, you can see the curve of Eddie's uncle's shoulder and the plaid of his gray shirt just barely visible through the smudged side window. The puttering engine silences, and you smile and wave as he pulls himself from the driver's seat like he's made entirely of creaking joints before slamming the door shut behind him in a rattle of steel. "Mornin', Mr. Wayne!" you call, wagging your arm high in the air until he spots you. He crosses around the front bumper to trudge up the steps toward the front door, throwing you a brief wave before pulling the straw hat from his head and rubbing the sparse hair that encircles the bald spot on his crown. Once the door has thumped closed behind him, Eddie lets the arm slung across the back of the wicker couch fall heavily upon your shoulder, and you giggle as he wraps it around your clavicle to pull you tighter against his chest. "What're you makin' there?" he asks, peering over your shoulder.

You hold it up to show him the thread dangling from the N of the completed 'MUN' stitched in the left half of the hoop's center. There's the suggestion of a flower below it— a large deep brown circle with a smattering of butter-yellow petals beginning to surround it, along with a few deep green leaves. "I'm makin' it for you," you say, and when Eddie lets his chin drop gently against your shoulder, your cheeks heat despite yourself. "You n' your uncle. See? It's gonna say 'Munson' in the middle. And I'm puttin' sunflowers on account of the ones growin' on your side of the fence." You turn your face toward him but can't see much more besides the curve of his cheek and the pink of his lips, which look, unfortunately, very kissable right now. You glance away and lean your temple against his instead to avoid temptation. "What's your favorite flower, Ed?"

You can feel the stretch of Eddie's smile in the subtle shifting of the skin at his temple before he turns his head to face you. "How are you just the sweetest girl I ever known?" Eddie murmurs against your cheek, kissing you there before leaning back against the wicker couch again, pulling you with him. You sigh, melting into his side. "I dunno," he says offhandedly, his thumb back to trailing along your arm, and you shiver as goosebumps pimple under the scratch of his warm skin. "Always kinda favored chicory flowers. They're like the color of the sky on a clear day. No clouds make the sun brutal while you're workin', but y'can't deny it looks nice like that."

It's quite sentimental coming from your wild best friend, and you stifle a sudden giddy giggle as you pull your bare feet up onto the cushion, tucking your knees beneath your skirt, which brushes low on your ankles as you fold up. "What?" Eddie snaps playfully. "Y'ask me what flower I like the best and then y'laugh at my answer?" His breath huffs indignantly against your shoulder. "I take it back. You're the yuckiest girl I ever known."

Your giggles spike at that, growing in intensity, which is clearly the opposite of what Eddie wanted because the warmth of his arm withdraws abruptly from around you. "The yuckiest?" you question through your laughter, nose wrinkled skeptically. "What're you, twelve?"

You twist to face him, and as you do, Eddie's fingers ghost loosely along your shoulder, brushing to remove some invisible dust as the sour pucker of his lips draws into a smirk. His brown eyes glint with a sudden spark. "I think you know quite well I'm not no twelve-year-old anymore, turtle dove," he murmurs, and the sensual timbre of his voice conjures a spark of heat that makes your thighs press together beneath your dress.

"I don't hear no readin' out there. What are you two schemin' up now?" Your Mama's voice calling from beyond the window screen right behind the couch, harsh from shrillness and warning but not outright angry, has you immediately springing apart and scrambling to take your activities back up— Eddie, the neglected book discarded against the wicker arm, and you, the neglected needle dangling from your embroidery hoop.

You hear the creak of the front door not long after, which Mama pushes open with one ample hip, searching with her foot for the step down she knows is there but can't see due to the heavy load of laundry in her arms. It's mounded in a large wire basket, and an occasional drop of water splatters to the wooden porch as she finds her footing and steps down.

Eddie is suddenly a flurry of activity beside you— the book thumps discarded onto your thigh as he clambers up off the couch with an offer spilling eagerly from his lips. "Here, let me—"

He takes the loaded basket from your mother's arms, ignoring her hems and haws of polite protest. He bounds down off the porch, leaving her with a faint smile of gratitude as he strides briskly toward the laundry line to the side of the porch.

Your Mama's voice draws your attention from his lanky form as she addresses you, saying, "I need you to go to the store for me this afternoon; fetch me a few things."

You're nodding before she's even finished speaking. "Of course, mama," you reply dutifully. "I'd be happy to. Just tell me what you need."

Her approval, clear in the softening of the crows' feet beside her eyes, brings you sweet nourishment. "Thank you, dear. I'll make you up a list—"

"Oh!" Eddie's quick interjection draws both your eyes— hers hawkish, yours doe-like. He plops the wire basket of laundry in the grass beside the clothesline and toddles over, ducking his shoulders to the side, brows tugged up innocently as he looks at your Mama. "You know," he says, "my uncle's been needing a few things from the general store, too." He glances from her to you and then back. "Maybe y/n and I could go together? Use his handcart for the flour sack?"

Eddie shoots your Mama another one of his award-winning smiles, and while she doesn't quite melt like butter— not in the way you do— you soon find yourself mosying down that dirt path, dragging the handcart behind you, paper list clutched in your fingers as Eddie whistles your way into town.

A scant few hours later, you're walking back down that path in the opposite direction, handcart filled with the spoils of your bounty, your apron pockets newly laden too. In town, you'd checked down Mama's list one by one: purchased some meats from the butcher, then canned vegetables, a sack of flour and a smaller sack of sugar at the general store, plus some laundry soap to replenish what had been used up today and some chewing tobacco for Wayne. Eddie had, in fact, stretched the truth in saying that Wayne had been aiming to go to the general store too, but you couldn't begrudge him the fib.

It wasn't the only thing he'd fibbed about, too. Rather than using the handcart to tow the heavy bag of flour, Eddie had very adamantly insisted on loading all the smaller purchases in there so you didn't have to carry them, hefting the heavy sack onto one shoulder with ease. You can't deny that the display of strength— his bicep flexed, one ruddy hand holding it in place, but his expression showing no sign of strain as he lopes easily in stride with you— sent a stirring straight to the deepest parts of your belly. And your best friend seems to know it, too; when you cast him a glance laden with the honey of your want, he smirks back at you, preening at the sight of your appreciation, though a bashful blush also dusts his nose.

Soon enough, your familiar blue and red houses loom back into view, and the rusty metal frame of the handcart squeaks its way along as it trails behind you. As you tromp up the path to your home, dropping the handle of the handcart and snatching up the perishable paper sachets of meat as you mount the stairs, Eddie follows you with the flour bag. He's still whistling like he had when you'd first left, none the worse for wear after walking and shopping and hauling that heavy sack all the way back home for you.

You meet your Mama in the dining room where she's polishing the silver— spoons, knives, and forks are all laid out in orderly rows on the tablecloth, and her eyes widen with brief surprise when she sees how Eddie has the flour bag slung over his shoulder. "Where d'you want this, ma'am?" he asks politely.

"In the pantry— just through here. The door's on your left."

Eddie disappears through the archway, and your Mama rises from the dining room table to assess the meats you'd bought, nodding in approval as she takes them from you to put in the icebox. You bring in the other items, depositing them into their rightful places to another approving nod from your mother.

"You did good," she says. "Both of you."

Before she can return to cleaning the silver, you dig in your apron pocket for the purchase that you're most excited to show her. You smile as your fingertips skim silk, but you reach past it, seeking the three round disks instead and pulling them out to spread in your palm and show her.

Your last stop in town had been to the tailor's, where you searched for a button to repair the one missing on Mama's favorite house dress. You'd been disappointed not to find a perfect match for the original buttons, but since they were just a few cents each, you'd decided to buy enough to replace all of Mama's buttons. You pull them out and show them to her, face bright with innocent pleasure.

"I got you these, Mama. They were just a few cents each from my allowance," you tell her. "I know you were real sad when you lost the button off your dress, so I was thinkin' I could sew them on for you. And I got enough to make 'em all match, too."

You can feel Eddie's heavy footsteps stop right beside you, but you only have eyes for Mama— your Mama, whose face has crumpled in a rare show of sentimentality. "Why, y/n!" Your name comes out in a hush of awed breath, soft as the silk in your apron pocket. "That's very sweet of you, honey. You din't have to do that."

"I wanted to," you assure her genuinely, and the brush of Eddie's hot elbow against your arm, which lingers long enough to let you know it wasn't accidental, pleases you just as much as the affection on your Mama's face.

"Ma'am?"

Mama glances from the buttons on your open palm toward Eddie, her face smooth and unburdened as he continues somewhat hesitantly, "I'm not presumin' to know what you have planned for the afternoon, but I was wonderin' if it would be possible for y/n to come with me on a quick ride?"

When she merely stares at him without replying— not shutting him down, but not encouraging him either— Eddie stuffs his hands into his pockets, rocking on his heels as he continues quickly. "Jonathan Byers told me there's a field bloomin' full of wildflowers still this late in the season. Said he happened upon it just this week. And I was thinkin' maybe she'd like to see it, considerin' how she really likes flowers."

You blink at Eddie, noting the cautious optimism on his face. You wonder if he knows it's a bold request— asking you to go out after reading with you all morning, not to mention alone and unaccompanied. And you think, judging by the way his eyes crinkle just slightly in a subtle wince, maybe he does, though you aren't sure that wince would be noticeable to anyone but you, who has gazed at your best friend's face more often than anyone in the world, except perhaps Wayne.

It's a bold request— bordering on too bold if you had to make a supposition. Yet, now that the question has been asked, it cannot be swallowed back up again.

Mama's face hasn't quite soured, though it has lost some of that warmth from a moment ago as her discerning eyes scan first Eddie's face and then yours. And as her words echo in your head— 'Y'aren't to go off with the Munson boy anymore; it's not proper at your grown age'— you anticipate the same sentiment to fall from her thin lips.

Your Mama offers the second surprise of the day.

"One hour," she says, brows raised nearly to her hairline as she levels you with a loaded look. "Go'n visit the flower field and come straight back. No dawdlin’, no galavantin’. You hear?"

The shock that races through you is rivaled only by a sharp welling-up of giddiness that you fight valiantly to keep from showing on your face. "Yes, Mama," you reply obediently, managing to keep that quivering excitement from leaking into your voice. "I promise. I won't even take Guinnie so's to save time. I'll just grab my bloomers." You glance at Eddie, and it's much harder not to react when you see the eager sparkle in his eye, the one he can't quite stifle even in your mother's presence. Your suggestion comes out in a rush of words, bending up at the end like a question. "Go'n get Merlin ready, 'n I'll meet you by the truck?"

You want to run, to race up the stairs to your room, rip on your bloomers, and fling yourself from the window in your impatience to reach the ground. You're able to contain the impulse long enough to see Eddie jerk his chin in a nod before you turn away, lifting each foot and setting it down deliberately, walking with measured steps toward the staircase. But once they're out of sight— once you've let Mama and Eddie slip from view behind the wall and placed the first foot upon the bottom step— you can't quite keep a giggle of utter delight from slipping out as you abandon the pretense of calm and rush up to your room.

Merlin's hooves thump softly as he treads over grass and dirt, and your hips sway in time with his haunches as you lean against the broad, strong back of your best friend, cheek pressed to the linen of his shirt. It's warmer now than it had been on the walk back from the general store, and that heat is sinking into your muscles as the sun glows upon the top of your head, turning your eyes heavy and your body languid aside from the grip you have on Eddie. Your arms are wrapped snugly around his middle, your hands locked around your forearms, and his arm is tangled up between. Eddie's skin is a little rougher than yours, his arm hairier, and his hand calloused and dry and practically burning hot, but it's a welcome contrast. There's something about the way Eddie has wedged it between yours as if to ensure you won't let go of him, something that makes a certain feeling stretch and curl around your ribs and sternum, nuzzling the same way your cheek does against the plane of his shoulder— affectionate, appreciative. Content.

You're content to hold Eddie and let him guide you, eyes closed as Merlin continues at a gentle trot until a potent aroma hits you. It's the soothing comfort of honeysuckle and the untamed spirit of milkweed, mingling like a melody of sweet and earthy notes that dance in the air.

You've arrived.

It's as your eyes pop eagerly open that Eddie pulls back on Merlin's reigns, and the muscles of his back roll against your breasts, flexing in a way that is unintentionally erotic. You feel a pulse of heat low in your belly, but Eddie remains ignorant of your reaction. As Merlin slows to a halt, he swings himself down without hesitation, looking up to offer you a hand, unaware of how the sudden loss of his warm strength leaves you almost bereft. Still, you let him help you down, and momentarily, the allure of his closeness is superseded by the allure of the place he's brought you to. Your breath catches in your chest at the sight of the field, which is somehow more stunning than you had expected it to be.

The gold of black-eyed susans and the pale sun of yellow coneflowers mix with the purples and blues of wild indigo and ironweed; soft white milkweed floats like clouds among the tall grasses and ferns, and cardinal flowers dot amongst them like tiny spots of flame. The air is thick with the gentle hum of bees and the chirping of crickets nestled within the foliage, and the field is surrounded by a thick copse of shadowy elm and hickory trees. All of the landscape is bathed in the deepening orange of the setting sun, casting the landscape in a warm glow that seems to both deepen and enervate its wild beauty.

As the wind picks up, the sea of wildflowers ripples like a living, breathing organism, swaying as one, beckoning you and Eddie with its dance. And you accept its offer; you cast a smile overflowing with joy toward Eddie, and without any further fuss, you plunge into that living sea.

As you make your way through, the gentle swaying of the plants brushes against your bare ankles, rustling and catching on the fabric of your skirt and apron. You let your fingertips trail along velvety petals and ticklish grass, feet sinking into the soft earth still warm from the heat of the day as you trail a meandering path through the foliage. You are aimless in your destination, drawn by the beauty of the field you're bathing in, until, on a whim, you stop, spinning on your heel to find Eddie only a few steps behind you. The grasses of the field part like water to make room for him beside you.

Your earlier excitement has simmered to deep affection, sticky and thick like honey as the setting sun glints in Eddie's umber eyes, lightening his curls to deep caramel. "Ed," you murmur softly, "thank you for bringing me here." You suck your bottom lip into your mouth as he draws closer until his scent mixes with the sweetness of the sea surrounding you both: the warm smoke of tobacco, the brightness of laundry powder, the musk of a summer storm.

"'Course, turtle dove," he murmurs, and it's curious that you're both speaking quietly despite being the only ones here, as if afraid the sudden sharp sound of your voices will wake you from a pleasant dream. Eddie ducks his chin, peering at you from behind the curls that slip past his ear to drape near his cheek. "I'd hoped you'd like it."

"Of course I like it," you reply, half-exasperated but still soft. "This is… well, this is the prettiest thing I've ever seen, I think."

Eddie doesn't reply; instead, he drifts closer until you can feel the heat of his body against the peaks of your breasts and the brush of his linen shirt against your apron. He reaches out, and you think those long fingers will wrap around your hip or sink into the curve of your waist, caressing you softly. But they don't. Instead, they dip into the pocket of your apron, seeking the item still left inside— the one the tips of your fingers grazed when you searched for the new buttons you'd purchased for your Mama. And you watch Eddie pull out a line of silk, which unravels to spill open from its roll.

While you'd perused the buttons at the tailor's shop, Eddie had drawn his calloused fingers through the display of hair ribbons near the counter. He'd skipped over waxy pinks and cloying yellows, lingering longer while considering deep amethysts and verdant greens. In the end, though, he'd chosen white— shiny white like a dove's feather. "So you can wear it anytime you want," he reasoned when he presented it to you, "'n you don't have to fuss over whether it matches your dress or whatever silly nonsense you women worry about." He'd grinned wide when you smacked him lightly for that remark before rolling the ribbon carefully up and slipping it into your apron pocket to join your own purchase.

Eddie's fingers are long and ruddy, cracked and calloused; his palms are dry, broad, and strong, accustomed to brutish work and the roughness required of a man of his trade. Yet when he reaches behind your neck, fitting the cool silk of the ribbon against the nape before drawing the sides carefully forward to wrap around your throat, his touch is as gentle as the brush of fuzzy down against your delicate skin. His tongue peeks pink between his lips as he slowly and carefully ties the ribbon into a bow, tightening it just enough to keep it snug without it pinching you too tightly. You hold your breath as he adjusts the loops, eyes locked on your neck until his hands drop and that umber darts up to meet yours.

A corner of Eddie's lips crooks in a lopsided smile, and one of his dimples comes out to greet you. "You're pretty," he tells you, and you flood with more of that sticky-sweet honey as you brush your thumbs against his jaw, fingers splaying over his cheekbones to pull him into a gentle kiss.

When you break from his lips, what happens next becomes an inevitability.

Eddie avoids the spiky petals of black-eyed susans as he draws you down to the grass, his lanky limbs nestling into the colorful sea. He settles you on top of him, and your knees press into the warm earth as he gathers your long skirt in his hands and you pull his shirt hem from his shorts, pushing it up his belly to reveal the divet of his belly button and the dark hair that trails downward to lead below his waistband. You work the button open unhurriedly as he searches for your skin beneath your dress, grunting as he encounters your bloomers. You breathe a chuckle as he pulls them down sloppily, releasing his pants to help him; he helps you in turn until your undergarments are finally discarded in the tall grass beside you, and his are pushed down far enough to reveal the semi-hardness of his thick length, which lazes comfortably against his abdomen. As you finally settle down on him, hot skin against hot skin, Eddie cups your face to pull you into a kiss.

Eddie's kisses are deep, warm, and wet, drawing you into him until between your legs beats in time with your heart. Your hips begin to shift against him, seeking friction to relieve the ache, and as your arousal increases, so do your kisses grow more frantic— sloppier, less careful, more needful. He bucks up into you, swallowing your slight whimper as his hands snake beneath your skirt that has fanned to cover your lower halves, skimming up your thighs to take firm hold of your hips. He maneuvers you slightly until his hardness slots right into the slippery heat of your lips, his erection pressed flat against his belly as he grinds you down onto himself.

A haze of desire blankets you as you move atop Eddie in the grass; your mind creeps with it, fogging until there's nothing but the feeling of his body, solid and warm beneath you, and his lips, firm and soft against your mouth. You move by instinct, rolling your hips until you're moving yourself equally as much as he's moving you. Your hands seek his curls, burying just above his ears as you grind down on his cock until you're writhing, whimpering, leaking, cream easing that slide and dripping down to coat his balls.

The ache inside you that was sated by the feeling of Eddie's hardness against your heated flesh returns, insisting that you be filled. You drop staccato kisses to Eddie's lips before leveraging against his ribs to kneel up straight, gathering your skirt and apron in hasty hands to reveal the place where you will soon be joined. You lift your ass as Eddie grasps himself, fitting the fat head of his cock between your sticky lips; you shift until it stops bumping against you and instead nudges slightly inside where it belongs.

When you sink down onto him, and Eddie stretches you open this second time, it doesn't hurt as much as the first, whether because you've already experienced this or because you're distracted by how his face contorts with the pleasure of feeling you engulf him. There's still a pinch, but it's expected now; and as you fall flush with his pelvis, you only pause briefly before you begin to move again with him now inside you.

You don't move expertly, far from it, but you allow instinct to continue guiding you. Your thighs cradle Eddie's hips as you begin to rock gently together, the mutual sounds of pleasure mingling to join the chorus of nature around you. You're enjoying the sight of him below you when he wraps his arms around your back, drawing you down flat against his chest as he takes over moving for you, pumping his hips up into you. Due to the angle, his movements are slight but still pleasant, and you enjoy the way he can now lavish you with kisses— brief tender pecks that land on your nose, your cheeks, the corners of your lips, your chin. Eddie kisses anywhere he can reach, picking up speed until you're giggling, and then he smiles, eyes crinkling with the force of his delight at your happiness. You return the gesture, pressing your hands against his ears to keep him still so you can pepper him with affection until he's giggling too.

"Don't eat me up," he teases you, gently pulling your hands from his ears and weaving your fingers with his.

"You're the one eatin' me up, Ed!" you return playfully, and he hums as he draws your hands toward his face. He kisses each finger, umber eyes locked unwaveringly on yours, and your chest stirs with tenderness at the gesture; he presses his hands into the grass near his ears, shifting you with him to lean forward.

"Use me," he murmurs, his voice a sensual hum. "Press down on my hands."

You follow his direction, using the leverage to lift yourself so you can move more boldly on top of him. As you do, you watch the pleasure begin to grow on Eddie's face— the crease of his brow, the haziness of his eyes, the flush spreading on his cheeks and throat, the plush pink of his lips that pucker around white teeth as he bites the bottom one, earnest and wanting as he stares at your face. The signs of his pleasure increase yours, as does the rocking of his hard cock snug inside your tight heat, a combination that soon has you panting, your head lolling loosely as you look down at him. Eddie's abundant curls are splayed across grass and flowers, dark tendrils that paint the yellows and blues and purples with a spillage of beautiful ink. The skin of his face and neck is pale as it always is but sun-kissed in the late summer, freckled from days spent working the fields. The sight of your best friend beneath you increases that tingling and throbbing between your hips, and with it, the movement you can manage in this position is soon no longer enough to satisfy you.

You pull your fingers from Eddie's grip so you can brace your hands on his chest instead, leveraging a new angle that has your hips rolling snugger against his. An eager groan rumbles in his throat and pushes through those plump lips, and Eddie's fingers plunge beneath your skirt to take hold of your thighs, squeezing restlessly as you rock on him. "That feel good, Ed?" you ask, voice quiet and high but hoarsened with need.

"Yeah, baby," Eddie rasps, "feels— feels so good—"

Your pussy flutters at the praise, and Eddie grunts, eyes widening in surprise as he blurts, "Oh, fuck me, you're— shit—"

"Mmm—" The filthiness of Eddie's mouth makes you moan, whiny and pathetic, and you try to stifle the sound behind a bitten lip.

Immediately, his hand leaves your thigh to find your mouth as he hisses, "No, sweetheart, let me hear you— wanna hear you."

His thumb presses insistently on the plump of your bottom lip until you release it, and he rewards you by caressing that rough pad sensually across its softness. You whimper again, and the sound passes high and sweet through the open seam of your lips as he drags the bottom one down, his index finger pressing under your chin to keep you where he wants you. You rock your hips a little faster as you watch him stare at your mouth, his eyes hazy and deep, almost hypnotized, as he plays with your lip. The movement of his thumb remains languid, slow and meandering. That is, until it wanders almost incidentally past your teeth to press lightly against your tongue.

Whether it's the unexpectedness of the action or the fact that you can feel him inside you in two places now instead of one, the feeling of Eddie's calloused thumb against your tongue makes you moan and shiver with an acute burst of pleasure. Almost instinctively, your lips close around it, cheeks hollowing slightly as you suck; you watch Eddie's eyes widen, pupils visibly blowing as you wrap a hand around his wrist, holding him there so you can suck on his thumb as you ride him. He moans, voice higher and hoarser than before, more breathy and uncontrolled; the sound spurs you on until you're rocking harder, mindlessly obeying your body, behaving the way it wants to behave. And your body wants you to suck on Eddie's thumb, to move until you're bouncing slightly on his cock, ass slapping rhythmically against his thighs as he gasps and stutters, "Holy— that's it, please— please d-don't stop, sweetheart, don't stop—"

And you've only lain with a man once, but the way Eddie's fingers are digging into your hip; the way his hand pinches your chin as you suck and lave his thumb; the way the tendons stand stark from the flushed, mottled skin of his throat, the way the rapid rise and fall of his chest has begun to deepen— they tell you what all women know as their men's pleasure begins to tip toward inevitability. You whimper, your own pleasure flaring at the knowledge of what's approaching, and the sound is muffled around Eddie's skin; you pull Eddie's thumb from your mouth, nuzzling against his knuckles and ignoring the fatigue in your thighs and hips as you say his name. "Eddie," you call, sweet and needy, your yearning evident in the honey that drips from your tongue. "Eddie, please, I want you."

It's a vague request borne of shyness, but Eddie knows what you mean. "You want my seed again, y/n?" he husks, voice hoarsened with desire for you, for what you request of him. "You want me to empty inside you?"

"Yes, yes—" your reply is a rapturous sigh of deep wanting; when he hears it, Eddie huffs harshly, rutting up into you in time with your bouncing once, twice, and then again—

And the inevitability comes to pass.

Eddie pulls his fingers from your grasp to squeeze your hips with both hands; he presses you down hard onto his cock as it jumps and pulses inside you. You hear him moan, the sound hoarse and high, and you sing along with him, sweet sounds of satisfaction that only subside once the warm flood of his cum has coated you entirely inside and the tensing of his muscles has relaxed to leave him a boneless heap beneath you. You lean forward hastily, hands dragging up his shirt to fist in the collar; instantly, as if he is of the same mind, Eddie's broad palms drag from your hips up your back to tangle in your hair.

And then you're kissing him desperately.

His still-hard cock slips out slightly as he hauls you against him, and you feel the leakage of his seed as it spills from your pussy to coat his balls, but neither of you care. You kiss Eddie, and he kisses you, hungry for the intimacy felt in the caress of one another's lips, the drag of one another's tongues, the sweetness of one another's breaths that slip into your lungs.

You and Eddie kiss until the fervency of your shared desire dips like the waning sun into gentle affection again. You notice that the light around you is dim as you calm; the sky has sunk past orange and blue to deep violet and pink, the oaks and hickories now nothing but shadows, signaling that it's time to return home.

Now that you're both sated, Eddie presses a chapped kiss to your forehead before releasing you from the welcome cage of his arms. And when you finally rise together, looking down at the place you'd chosen to express your devotion, the imprint in the crushed flowers forms the shape of a single body— as if you and Eddie have become one person, forever connected, eternally entwined.

Eddie Munson never does anything by half.

Now that he'd discovered what acts of service would afford him with your parents, for the next week, he makes himself quite abundant. You begin to predict the sight of those dark curls bobbing towards you from next door in the late morning or afternoon, brown eyes alert and hands ready to assist. When he's finished with the tasks around his own farm, like aiding Wayne in irrigating and fertilizing the corn fields or mucking out the stalls for Merlin and his uncle's horse Sally, he'll toe off his loafers on the front door mat and poke his soft nose around the corner of the foyer wall, seeking for somewhere he might be needed. In the past four days, Eddie has repaired the bottom step of the staircase, the one that always creaked so loud no matter how gently you stepped on it; tightened the joists on the banister to stop it from wobbling; patched and painted the wall where Pa'd cracked the plaster slamming the back door open too hard; and hung the mirror that had been propped in the corner of your bedroom since you'd brought it home since Pa'd gotten too busy to do it for you. Mama hovers in the doorway, watching like a hawk as Eddie works in your bedroom, her body half-shielding yours behind her, though the gesture feels less like protection and more like a boundary you cannot cross. But Eddie just measures, carefully hammers in the nail, and grunts when he lifts the heavy iron frame; he steps back, squaring his fingers and squinting as his tongue pokes between his lips. After a brief perusal, he drops his hands and expression, seemingly satisfied, as he turns towards you two to gauge your assessment.

You beam brightly at him from behind your mother's shoulder, and it doesn't take too long for Mama to nod. "Looks good there," she says, warmer than you've ever heard her when speaking to or about your best friend. "Thank you, Edward."

"It's no trouble, ma'am," he replies, and the look of pride— the gentle pleasure that blooms across his face to hear your mother's approval— just makes you sink that much farther into the depth of your feeling for him.

If Mama suspects or questions why Eddie has been so helpful the past week, she doesn't share her concerns with you; and once she's voiced her thanks so explicitly, Eddie turns his attention toward slaying his next dragon.

It's about a week after you'd read together on the porch that he finds his chance. You're in the goat pen, refilling the metal trough with water from the well while your father works in the field beyond. "I know," you murmur consolingly to the gray-furred kid hiding behind your legs. He's cowering, eyes rolling, his small mouth open in a near-continuous bleat drowned by the growl of the tractor. "I know you don't like the sound. I'm sorry."

Your words do little to quell his distress; as you finish pouring the water from your bucket into the trough, he doesn't move to join the others, standing with his legs splayed wide and his back arched. He bleats and cries incessantly, staggering after you a few steps when you begin to drift toward the gate. "Okay, okay," you say, your sympathy for the animal winning out against your desire to keep busy lest you face your Mama's reprimand for idling.

Abruptly, the aggressive growl of the tractor subsides to a puttering hum and then, shortly, to silence. You glance toward the expansive field to find it all shorn now, the hay cut to flat and dry before it can be rolled into bales next week. You watch your father hop down from the tractor, his face contorted in a wince as the smallest goat in the pen continues bleating despite the lack of noise from the tractor. Where your Mama is short and ample, your Pa towers tall and narrow, stretched out like a beanstalk, with wiry limbs and a tightness about his manner that manifests in severe lines around his mouth and across his brow.

"That damn bleating's drivin' me up the wall," your Pa grouses. "Kid's 'bout to get tossed in the crik if it doesn't stop that infernal noise-making."

Your voice bends up imploringly, distress clenching in your chest at the idea. "He's just scared o'the tractor, Pa. He can't help it." He scowls, but his rebuttal is interrupted when Eddie appears from alongside your house, heading straight for you both. You and your father look at him, and your eyes rove over his form— he's dressed in overalls, his pale skin shiny with sweat and ruddy from the heat, though it hasn't dulled the warm umber of his eyes.

"Hi, Ed," you greet him, the cloud of your worry broken up by the brightness of his sudden appearance.

"Afternoon," he greets you both, flicking his sodden bangs out of his eyes with a jerk of his head. "Been fixin' up my uncle's fence on the far side opposite your property," he explains, gaze locked on your Pa, "and I've got some leftover planks. Was thinkin' maybe you'd like me to replace some o'your oldest ones. It wouldn't be any trouble."

Your father pulls off his cap and rubs the sweat roughly from his weathered forehead. His brows flash as he fits it back on smartly, and his voice is much less gruff than before as he replies, "Well, if you're inclined to spend your afternoon workin' on my fence, Edward, I certainly wouldn't stop you."

Eddie nods, sweaty curls bobbing as he stuffs his hands into his overall pockets. You can tell he's trying not to look too chuffed, but the dimple at the corner of his mouth betrays how much he's pleased with your father's answer. "Happy to hear that, sir," he says, and his gaze quickly flashes to you and back. "I'll grab the boards and such. Be back over in a jiff."

Your Pa nods and watches him leave; once he's gone, both pairs of eyes, father and daughter, turn back to the kid, who has wedged himself between the wooden shelter and the wire fence of the pen, disinterested in food or drink. He's still bleating, though not quite as loudly now, but the way your father's eyes narrow at the sound of his pitiful cries has that anxiousness crawling up your throat again. "Pa," you say cautiously, chewing your bottom lip as a vein twitches in his narrow forehead. "I'm sure he'll quiet down soo—"

Before you can even finish the sentence, your father has stalked forward, snatching up the struggling kid in a splay of kicking legs. "No, Pa," you whimper, earnest in your protest but half-hearted in your delivery as that anxiety condenses to a thick lump at the base of your throat. "Please don't throw him in the crik; he's just a baby."

Pa rounds on you, eyes steely, brow furrowed deeply with consternation and stress. "I told you, y/n. It's been days of this now, and I can't abide it no more."

Your lip wobbles as you stand there, watching helplessly as he maneuvers around the other goats in the enclosure, heading towards the fence.

It's when he's almost reached the gate that Eddie turns the corner of the house again, carrying a few boards under one arm and jingling with each step as the nails in his overall pocket sing to announce his arrival. Pa halts just at the edge of the goat pen as Eddie looks up, his face instantly creasing with confusion and concern as he takes in the sight before him: your father, holding a struggling, bleating kid, scowling down at the gate that he can't open with his hands occupied as they are, and you, wringing your hands behind him, shoulders drawn up and eyes big and wet, very clearly distressed.

"Boy—" Pa jerks his chin at Eddie, motioning toward the gate with his elbow. "Help me get this open so I can be rid of this infernal racket once and for all."

Eddie lowers the boards to the grass, and while he doesn't dare disobey your father's command, you can see from how his eyes dart that he's thinking quickly. "He been cryin' long?" Eddie asks casually.

"Been days now, ever since I started up with the tractor to prepare for harvest," your father grunts. Eddie nods slowly, eyes tracking the kid's knobby legs as they swing wildly. You watch with bated breath as his brow furrows; slowly, so as not to spook the animal further, Eddie reaches out and gently wraps his ruddy fingers around the kid's front left leg. Impatience leaks in a growl from your father's mouth. "What're y'doin', Edward? Open the damn gate."

He says Eddie's name like a warning, and your heart leaps in your chest, but Eddie merely peers closely at the hoof for the briefest moment before letting the animal quickly go. And had it not been for the earnest seriousness in his voice as he meets Pa's eye calmly, the question Eddie asks next would have made you faint.

"If I can make him quiet, sir, would you still wanna throw him in that creek?"

The goat is still struggling in your father's hold as he squints at Eddie for a moment, his expression half-contorted as if he's undecided about whether to tell him off. Your heart thumps hard, your sweaty fingers wringing as the two men face one another— your father is nearly a head taller than your best friend, but Eddie doesn't cow to the intensity of his stare. Instead, he stands tall, shoulders solid and proud but brow unfurrowed. Not defiant. Just not acquiescent, either.

Rather than replying, your father merely steps back and drops the kid to its feet, not altogether kindly. He wrenches the gate open himself, stalking through and slamming it behind him; it bounces back open, and you rush forward to block the exit as he heads straight for the house.

His shout carries back to you, crisp on the wind. "If it ain't quiet by the time I'm back, I won't bother with the crik. I'll just wring its scrawny neck."

And with that, he disappears into the house, the screen door slapping shut behind him.

Now alone, you and Eddie meet eyes, but there is no secret smoldering or shy smiles now. Instead, Eddie slips into the pen, brown eyes wide and solemn as he crouches to his knees in the dirt. "It's okay, little fella," he murmurs, one calloused finger stroking lightly between the kid's horns. "We're gonna help you feel better."

"What's wrong with him, Ed?" you ask, shaky with adrenaline and distress as you see Eddie pull a small penknife from his overall pocket.

"Don't worry, turtle dove." Eddie's voice is just as gentle as he looks up at you, and the soft kindness there makes you want to snatch up his face and press kiss after kiss to his lips. "He's just got a rock stuck in his hoof. That's all."

Your breath shudders out shakily as you watch Eddie take hold of the goat's leg, moving slowly and surely so as not to startle him. It squeaks out another sharp sound as he lifts its hoof; the kid's leg bends at the knee as it wavers slightly while trying to balance on its other hooves.

But when it comes down to it, the whole affair is really quite quick work. Eddie works the penknife carefully between the stone and the horn of the goat's hoof, jimmying it slightly until the object comes loose and falls to the dirt near his knee. He drops the kid's leg, and immediately it backs up, scuffing its other hoof against the ground in agitation.

Eddie is unbothered by its display of hostility. "There ya go." He picks up the small rock, tossing it out of the pen to land softly in the grass beyond. "Now you'll feel much better."

A potent mixture of relief, guilt, and gratefulness fills you as the kid falls finally silent. Relief that he'd be okay now. Guilt that you hadn't thought to check for another explanation for his bleating. But strongest of all is gratefulness— gratefulness that Eddie was able to stand up to your father when you cowered away.

"Thank you," you say, soft and sweet as you gaze into Eddie's umber eyes.

"No trouble, y/n," Eddie replies, his lips tilting with a lopsided smile, one cheek dimpling with the fondness of it.

For a moment, you gaze at that familiar pale face framed by dark, sweaty curls. The face of your best friend, the person you adore most in this world, whose wild restlessness— the fervency of it— is rivaled only by the depth of his care for you and the kindness that leaks obstinately through despite the world's attempt to stifle it.

You gaze at Eddie, at the face you've known for ten years. And in that moment, you realize that you love him.

In your backyard, standing in the goat pen, you swallow thick, welling with love for Eddie Munson. But you are unsafe from prying eyes that may be peering through the kitchen curtain; your voice is silenced by the threat of that screen door swinging open unexpectedly. So you do the only thing you can think of to show Eddie that you've realized you love him.

You brush the dirt off his knees, swiping the dark earth away with patience and diligence until the soft denim is clear blue again.

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yawarakaizai · 7 months

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pmzai with an equally miserable s/o fem reader

ⵌ IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT

SENDER Reader (Fem) RECIPITENT PM Dazai Osamu (BSD) CONTENTS You sit and stare and wait for him to return to you. You've been bad and you've been good. There's nothing and no one that gives you purpose like he. NOTE reader+dazai are 17/18, implications of s/h, slight misogyny, death of parent, it's kind of angsty.. , soft couple, miserable couple, sui/cide mention+ideation COMPANY I'm Not Human At All

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Your tender heart would care for an injured bunny rescued from a bear trap.

You'd nurse the animal as best you could yet it would always die.

Your father was a hunter. He earned your living costs by selling animal hide and what meat he'd have spare after covering what you'll need. Your mother died when you were a little girl.

You were as sweet as your mother.

Your father would tell stories of how She would gaze out on the winter sky and say to Herself, "My daughter will be as snow. Gentle and graceful, yet freezing to those who demand more of what perfect she is already."

When your Mother died, they put Her in a box full of pink carnations and orchids. Surely to counteract the smell of Her decaying corpse, to display Her flesh as something beautiful before her descent under soil to where Her bones will return and fertilise what surrounds.

Rural life in Japan was not for the weak. Which you were.

You picked up what your Mother left behind.

Tending to the chickens in their coops and shearing the sheep, you'd milk the cows and free the rabbits when Father wasn't looking.

Your hands plush with baby fat would clench around your rosary every night and pray like a good girl.

By the time you reached puberty, your features resembled your Mother more than ever before. Your figure changed and as did your father.

He'd sneer at the dress that fit you perfectly just two years ago. You'd become defiant and bold, a rebellious child.

" Father, but why? "

Your protests and argumentative nature would anger him. And now, you weren't a good girl.

Shouting battles always left you sobbing into thick pillows until your throat hurt.

It was at the age of fifteen did you find out what lies beneath your thin flesh and blue pulse.

You are made of bright crimson and spite.

At sixteen, you ran away.

It was impulsive. You forgot how and what happened. You don't want to remember.

Your calves ached and your feet blistered with pain from trudging up and down hills and farms.

You are a mixture of love and loss.

Everything is a blur, and sometimes you question whether running away was the wisest thing to do.

You had collapsed the moment you stepped foot into the city.

A sad, lost soul who ran away from her father.

You had been a..

" Very bad girl. "

The voice startled you enough for you to spill the batter all over your clean white apron.

" Osamu! " You cried out in disbelief, the boy laughing hysterically. " That isn't funny, knock it off. "

In a way, Dazai reminded you of those bunnies you'd rescue in your youth. He was caught and wounded by the claws of Life. And although you may cup his cheeks into your hands and tell him 'You're alive', he had already died before you were able to cradle him to your chest.

" I told you not to wake up early, Y/N! I should have known to not mention my fondness of crêpes to you. "

You felt untamed, wild hair brush against the bare of your neck before soft lips made contact with your jawline. A soft kiss pressing into what was cold. He was grateful to have you in his sad miserable life.

And even if you two were not perfect for each other, you'd both die to watch the world burn.

" I did it on my own accord. " You lied. " You did not. " He calls your bluff like air. You huff in surrender.

Setting down the metal bowl of paste, you turn to face him. You think of the horrors that his empty, black eye must have seen. His other eye, obscured by bandages, was a mystery to you. You respected him enough to not budge him about it.

" I wished to make you something special. "

You confess, certain he already knew your intention. Your boyfriend was simply smarter than many.

" I don't need anything. Coming home to you is enough, bella. '' His hand stretches to you like death.

Your eyes were not as bright as they were when you were little. They reflected the bad girl that you've become. The one that left her sickly impoverished father in treacherous conditions alone because her feelings were hurt.

" Belladonna. "

He'd pull you back into reality when he'd notice you slipping.

" 'samu. You've barely been coming home anymore, okay? Let me do this, just this once for you. " You snaked your arms around his waist and he mirrored your action, twirling you both out of the kitchen.

Dazai was inexplicable to you. He was a man your father wouldn't like. A man your Mother would hate. A man your younger self would despise.

You willingly moved into a shared apartment with the mafia executive after a few months of living in Yokohama. It was him to have picked you up from the streets. Sensing you were worth more than the muddied appearance you showed at that time.

Your one-time use turned into a second-time use, and your second-time use blossomed like a flower in Spring. You interested him.

You both intoxicated each other. Dazai was able to make you feel light. You felt weightless and as fragile as a butterfly. Weak, small and at his mercy.

" Then don't hide yourself away from the kitchen when I'm right here, love. "

By the time your spinning head focused on what was around you again, he had toppled you both onto the living room couch. He loomed over you, fully dressed in his mafia uniform, his stupid tie obscuring your vision until he tucked it between the buttons of his revere blouse.

" What would you do if I were to die? "

" Osamu. Stop that. "

You muttered.

You feel his life. The warmth of his body, the tender flow of blood heating his body as his finger traced patterns into your cheek. Your heart keeps beating.

" Answer me, Y/N. "

You didn't enjoy thinking of your partners demise. You wouldn't mind if you were to die.

The problem was, you didn't want to be alive for your boyfriends funeral, yet you didn't wish for your boyfriend to be alive for yours.

You loved each other to the point it became hate. Hate for how the other made living seem worth it.

Dazai had an eventful life. You did not.

You had no education whatsoever. According to the government, you did not exist. You had no birth certificate. You were no one. You lived hidden in this cramped apartment.

When Dazai was away, it was only you and your thoughts. Your thoughts were a dangerous thing.

" I think I would kill myself too. "

Your voice caught up on an unexpected crack. You were puzzled until your vision became glassy.

" Pretty baby. I'm sorry. " His apology was belated as you'd already begun to sniffle, he lowered his weight on you, turning to lay on his side as he pulled you in close, coaxing you into silence.

" Don't die, 'samu. Not here, not now. " Your sad little beg mused him.

Dazai was all you had left. You were most certain that if you were to part, you would die.

With Dazai, you were still inadequate. Without Dazai, you truly were nothing but a walking corpse.

He thinks that you are something weak and soft, with a fire raging in you that cried to be extinguished before it could spread.

You hush yourself to enjoy the feeling surrounding you. You feel Dazai's ribcage rise with each steady breath he takes. The beating of a heart is somewhere far deep in, and yours is jumping in your throat.

" Not now. " He repeated after you, and part of you wished to believe it.

There was something mystical about Osamu.

Something that warned you to not feed coal to the flame.

And that if you reached your hand in, you'd burn yourself on what was forbidden.

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misc-obeyme · 2 months

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your post about the human au with beel as a farmer has me giggling and kicking my feet!! and now i can't stop imagining the brothers on their own little farm (writing this even though i know nothing about farming)

lucifer and satan mainly handle the finances, making sure they have the best equipment and techniques to produce good crops. the goats and sheep seem to take a liking to lucifer, especially the baby ones, who love chewing on his clothes. satan stays away from them bc they keep thinking his blond hair is food, choosing instead to coo over the farm cats

mammon and levi are the unofficial handlers and bully victims of the birds. mammon gets pecked by the chickens as he goes to collect their eggs, and he says one day, he'll cook them all up as revenge!! (everyone knows he's lying). levi spends more time with the ducks, where they quack at him on the farm and when he's fishing at the local ponds. (one time, a group of baby ducks imprinted on him and followed him home. it took forever for him to get them back to their mama)

asmo does a lot of advertising for the farm, with both his social media and charming personality at the farmers' market. he designs the cutest packaging and sews any holes that end up in his brothers' clothes with lovely little patches. his favorite animals on the farm (a couple piglets and bunnies) are marked with pink bows, but you could tell by how he squeals whenever he sees them

you already went over beel, but i imagine him still having his super strength and can easily carry adult sheep with ease. he also has gained a lot of (kissable) freckles from being in the sun all the time

belphie is a straight up cow whisperer, which may be caused by his habit of cuddling with the cows on their pasture to skip out on chores. but he's great at milking and can instantly tell if something's wrong with the cows, to the point that other farmers go to him in need of help. he's a lazybones hero!

aaaaaa the sillies - 🎠

Honestly, I'm surprised that little post of mine got so much attention lol! I was definitely thinking about it more in terms of what I think the boys would do if they were humans, rather than how it would be if they all worked on the same farm. But I saw a couple tags suggesting a Stardew Valley crossover, which could be all of them on the same farm or all of them with separate farms. I haven't played Stardew in a long time, but I am so obsessed with farming sims it's ridiculous. My favorite is Story of Seasons Trio of Towns, I've played it so many times and I still replay it from time to time because I loved it so much lol.

ANYWAY that's all to say that my farming experience comes almost entirely from video games. I took a class about plants and agriculture in high school, but otherwise it's all vibes and cozy gaming!

But I think you've nailed it with these. I keep seeing Satan falling asleep in a pile of hay, just completely covered in barn cats. Cute lil Asmo all decked out like a farmer but only for the aesthetic 'cause he's running that farmer's market booth like nobody's business. Cow whisperer Belphie, please I love it so much.

Also freckled, sun-kissed Beel... human!Beel would have so many freckles if he spent any time outside at all. I love this because I'm extremely freckled myself and it'd be really cute if MC had freckles to match his.

Though I actually hadn't even thought about MC's role in a human au. Since they're already human. Would it be reversed? MC is the demon in this scenario? Or just MC is their same human self but they meet the others in a different way? I think both options could be interesting. I was initially going with the idea of there being no magic and no realms though.

I was trying to think of what the characters would do with their lives based on their interests and Beel just screamed farmer to me. Like yeah he probably still works out a bunch, but he really loves food. So I thought it would be interesting to consider that as his primary motivation for wanting to become a farmer. He just wants to feed everybody.

Anyway, I love this, I'm thoroughly enjoying imagining the boys on their farm. Though Mammon threatening to cook the chickens is hilarious. Like I can just hear him saying that to a bunch of indifferent hens, too. It reminds me of a story my mom used to tell me about my great-grandmother getting so annoyed at my uncle's pet rooster for getting his beak tangled in her yarn that she straight up made soup out of him. I dunno how true that story is, but it's one my mom & her siblings have told me numerous times lol.

#has there been a farmer event?#if not there should be #give us farmer Beel card art please #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me brothers #🎠 anon #misc answers

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wheretheharekissesthefox · 6 months

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I hate Halsin's ending and here's why:

The thing I hate most, honestly, is the lack of continuity.

Halsin feels guilty for not being able to lift the Shadow Curse sooner and on his own:

"Thaniel is trapped in the Shadowfell, but thanks to you efforts, I know where to look. Now, I must go there - alone. [...] This opportunity has been a hundred years in the making. It has to be me, and only me."

"[...] I wasted too much time already - years in which nature has suffered."

"[...] Nature suffered while I dawdled, and allowed myself to be distracted."

Him about being Archdruid and the responsibilities as such:

"I wanted to try and find him [Thaniel], but we couldn't stay - we would have all succumbed. When the Archdruid of the Grove, my predeccessor, was seized by the curse, I had to lead the survivors to safety. That was my first day as Archdruid. An inauspicious beginning."

"I reveived a dispatch from the Grove [...] My chosen successor, Francesca, has proven to be a wise choice. Perhaps the wisest I ever made as Archdruid."

"I was all too eager to surrender my responsibilities towards the grove. Perhaps I was never meant to be Archdruid, to be a leader. [...] I cannot help but wonder if there was more I could have done. Perhaps I may yet have the chance some day."

"[...] I live for the wilderness. Comfort is for the farm animal, snug in its pen."

His plans on returning to the former Shadow-Cursed-Lands:

"Still, I would like to return here some day. See Thaniel and Oliver again - in my meditations, or perhaps in person, if the Oak Father wills it. I hope he does. [...] Anyway, once the curse is lifted, nature can take its course without me. I belong at your side."

His future plans:

"[...] The Shadow Curse occupied me so entirely and for so long... I almost miss the purpose it gave me. Now, I must find a new one."

"My mind still drifts to that dream I shared with you, for a better future for all those who need it... but that must wait. I remain yours of course."

Things he says to you regarding you relationship:

"I haven taken many lovers. My heart does not stir lightly. But it does now."

"You are all I want, but I won't hoard you to myself. Let others know the happiness of being with you."

"[...] The Grove became my family, with Silvanus as my teacher. And now, I have you."

"We shall triumph. Our time together does not end here."

"[...] So long as I am surviving, and I have you by my side, I am faring as well as anyone can be."

When breaking up with him:

"[...] If that's truly what you desire, I shall respect it. No matter how much I wish it was not the case. I will remain by your side whenever you wish, of course. As ally, advisor, friend... in any way you desire, safe for as a lover."

When you change your mind about breaking up:

"I'm glad you have reconsidered, but please don't trivially bring up such difficult topics. My heart can be wounded like any other "

"[...] I told you your heart is yours, but I do not wish for mine to be toyed with."

... and break up with him again (lol):

"Does it please you to see me crestfallen? That is the only reason I can think why you might toy with my heart like this."

"I warned you not to broach such matters lightly. Perhaps you care less for me than I supposed..."

Nicknames for Tav (at least the ones I heard):

"my love" and "my heart"

When being in a relationship with him and asking for having more partners:

"[...] Don't punish yourself on my account - remember we are both free to roam and love as we see fit."

"I'm glad you didn't feel the need to deprive yourself. To deny the most essential of impulses is to cut yourself off of nature."

"[...] I asked for freedom to follow my heart, and of course, I offer it in return."

"[...] I'm glad you shown yourself to be comfortable in exploring without me."

When in a relationship with him, having sex with Mizora and telling him you didn't enjoy it:

"[...] I'm sorry to hear that [...] I just hope it doesn't dissuade you from exploring nature's bounty. If you ever want to talk, my ears are all yours. Any part of me is yours, should you wish."

In conclusion:

Halsin feels guilty for not being able to lift the Shadow Curse sooner and on his own, wasting 100 years by doing so.

He feels like he failed as Archdruid and that he's not made for being a leader.

He doesn't want to settle down but roam.

The Shadow Curse was the only thing on his mind and his only purpose for 100 years.

He doesn't know what to do, now that the curse is lifted, and is looking for a new purpose.

He voices his wish to eventually see Thaniel again.

He's poly, had a lot of flings, and doesn't fall in love easily, but he fell hard for you.

He talks about sharing the future with you.

Halsin's ending:

"They [refugees & orphans] need help - help what this city cannot provide right now. I shall aid them to make a new place for themselves, in Thaniel's realm, under nature's watch. [...] There were nine whole wagons of children in tow. They are my duty now. 'Daddy Halsin', they call me. Who am I to tell them otherwise? We are each free, as we always were... but that does not to be the end. You must visit me soon [...] I shall have my own selfish reasons for wanting to see you again, if you wish the same."

How the game ends:

Halsin brings the refugees and orphans to Thaniel's lands, inevitably becoming a leader again and settling down.

He tells you to visit him, but doesn't ask you to join him, meaning he doesn't actually want to share that "dream I shared with you, for a better future for all those who need it", treating you like a normal fling instead of the love he claims you are.

It's a weird, unsatisfying ending, and honestly, most possible endings are. Baldur's Gate 3 is such an amazing game, but most endings feel incredibly rushed or unsatisfying (I'm especially glaring at the Karlach & Astarion endings, but that's for another rant). My dislike for the Halsin ending isn't that he doesn't magically turn monogamous, but that he tells you over and over again how much you mean to him ("You are all I want", "Anything for you, my heart") and then he just fucking leaves on his own without even asking if you want to join him. He's just like "I found a new purpose, bye, see ya, visit if you want to fuck."

It feels like the writers just gave up in the end - or didn't have enough time left to do it right (I get that, I work as a translator & editor). It just feels weird.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #rant #endings #halsin #astarion #astarion ancunin #karlach #karlach cliffgate #spoilers #duh #my two cents

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lil-ms-darkness · 9 months

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Warm Like Baked Bread: Bigby Wolf x Goldilocks!Fem!Reader

A/N: I wrote this a while ago, and I hope you enjoy it.

For comic readers, this is an AU where Goldilocks is not a total extremist psychopath and is, instead, a survivor of circumstance. Living with the human Fable community in New York.

I have a few more small continuations to this in the works, so if you enjoyed this one, you can look forward to those.

-Lil_Ms_Darkness

“Come on in!” The woman calls from inside.

Bigby knocks on the wooden door, already able to smell the fresh baked goods from outside.

He looked to his right, finding her in the small kitchenette with a loaf of freshly baked bread cooling on the counter next to a couple cubes of decorated fabric, two decently sized boxes on the small island.

Just inviting people inside can’t be very safe But he tries the doorknob anyway, stepping through the door, closing it and walking down the small hallway that opens up into a one room apartment, a small love seat to the far right, back against a pony wall that a twin sized bed rested against on the other side. The bed has one long pillow, a plush looking throw at the end and a sea of stuffed animals. Against the wall across from the love seat, a tv set rests, framing two windows with sheer curtains.

“Are you just going to stand there, inspecting my home or are you going to come in, properly?” She asks and he notices the curly blonde hair tied into a messy bun, plain jeans and t-shirt covered by a pink apron. When she looks over at him, a single curl falls past her brow, warm eyes examining him for a brief moment before returning to her work.

Yeah, I do have the smallest apartment. Damn.

“Nice place you got here.” He muses as she sets a plastic container holding 6 muffins on top of one of the fabric squares, covering them and popping the holes in to protect the product before she wraps them up with a small bow tied in the fabric on top. She moves to set the muffins in one of the boxes, but he can still smell the baked blueberries and sweet, cooked sugar.

“Thank you, Sheriff. You’re welcome to sit at the island, if you’d like.” She offers without looking at him.

“I’m not here for an order, I need to ask you a few questions.” But he steps on the other side of the counter to stay out of her way. Her meticulous movements seem rehearsed and fluid like water.

“Ask away.” She says simply, continuing on her work.

“I understand you have a baking business,” he gestures to the pans and assorted baked items littering her countertops, “-do you do this full time?”

“Doesn’t leave you much down time.” He mutters

“Not quite. I have a full time job at the Trip Trap as a bartender. It’s not super busy, but since Lily was- ahem, since Lily passed, Holly needed a little more time so she could focus on herself a bit more. Woody talked me up to her, and boom, full time gig. When I’m not working there, I’m either delivering orders, or preparing orders.”

“No, but if you have a goal, sacrificing a little bit of forever doesn’t seem so bad.” She smiles, faintly. “And when I open up my Bed and Breakfast, it’ll all be worth it.” She sighs, softly and dreamily.

“Bed and Breakfast, huh?”

“Many of us are down on our luck, barely scraping by. Just look at Toad and TJ. I’m planning to open up my Bed and Breakfast to help Fables have a safe, clean place to go. Besides the Farm.” She wraps up the now cooled loaf of bread, “Why the interest in my career?”

“Have you been approached by anyone wanting to purchase sweets specifically for Snow White?” He leans forward, gauging her reaction.

Her eyes move up to his in an instant,

“She’s okay, right?”

“If you know something you need to tell me.”

“You do know something.” He examines her eyes, and he can read concern in them.

She definitely was approached by our guy.

“No, she’s safe.” He says, calmly.

“Yes, a gentleman asked for a special delivery to the Business Office for Snow White. 3 boxes of white chocolate covered strawberries and a raspberry drizzle with an apple crumble pie.” She says cautiously and Bigby squints at the mention of an apple pie. “I had the same reaction, Sheriff. I don’t read other Fables stories, but it doesn’t take a genius to know how she’d feel about that one...she is okay, right? I refused to do it, he didn’t do anything to her, did he?”

“Good.” She sighs, and pulls down a plate and a small fork, setting a muffin onto it.

“Did he give you a name?”

“I’m pretty sure he gave me a fake one,” she uses a butter knife to cut open the muffin before adding some butter to it, “but he gave me an alternate delivery address before I refused the order. Something about 'I understand that interacting with a princess would be nerve wracking'.”

“Do you still have it? The address?”

“I might, let me check.” She sets the plate with the muffin in front of him, wiping her hands on her apron and opening a drawer, digging around it.

“Free sample?” He asks, glancing down at the muffin. He can smell it already and it smells delicious.

“A thank you.” She corrects without looking up from the drawer.

“For?”

“Can’t say I’m surprised you don’t remember. You ate a man who was trying to get into my treehouse back in the Homelands. I doubt you did it to help me, you looked hungry, but it doesn’t change the fact that you may have saved me from worse horrors that day.”

“Mmm, most people would’ve been worried I’d eat them, too.” He muses.

“Maybe that’s why I’m feeding you now, you’ll never know.” She pushes something else aside in the drawer as she speaks, then lets out a little “There you are.” before pulling out a piece of paper, torn from a full sized piece of lined paper. She hands it over and he takes it, reading the address.

He has what he came for, but the muffin still permeates his senses. He picks up the fork and tears a piece of muffin off, inhaling the scent again with a slow sniff through his nose.

“Don’t worry, I only use the best poison for clients of your magnitude.” She smirks for the first time and his brown eyes lifted to meet hers, clearly not amused with the joke. “I’m joking, I doubt poison would kill you anyway. And the last thing I need is the charge of killing the Sheriff of Fabletown on my rear.” He looks down at the muffin on the fork before he decides to take a bite. It was warm and fresh, the blueberries moist and the sugar sprinkled on top of the muffin crunchy and flavorful. “Besides, I’m sure there’s a reason the other Fables fear you.”

He pauses, another piece of muffin close to his lips.

“You don’t know why they’re all afraid of me?” He sounds genuinely confused and surprised.

“I don’t read stories of other Fables, remember? Red did try to tell me about an encounter you two had at some point, something about her grandmother, but to tell you the truth, I was dealing with my own demons that I didn’t really hear her story fully. Then when Woody took me under his wing, he told me a bunch of stories about you, but honestly they all just sounded like someone trying to be bigger and badder than the next. So, I felt like it was pointless to hate you for things that didn’t directly involve me.” She shrugs, “Easy to say when you’re not experiencing what everyone is telling you about, but I don’t really care.”

“You knew Red?” He sounds surprised, “And the Woodsman?” Then he just sounded dumbfounded.

“Woody isn’t a bad guy, a little unorthodox maybe, and a little bit of an alcoholic with a tendency for dumb decisions, but not inherently bad. As for lil Red, she was my best friend after my mother abandoned me.” She smiles softly at the thought of her friend. His brow furrows as he looks at her; he’d always thought she got lost in the woods after going too far out, or maybe just got bored and decided to wreak some havoc like many children do. Maybe made a mistake but tried to rectify it and be better, like himself. “Surprised, aren’t ya? That’s why I don’t read the stories, because mine is all messed up. Mom abandoned me in the middle of the woods and left, I haven’t seen her since. One thing they don’t mention was I was 5 at the time, and had spent the better part of a month in the woods, starving and freezing. So when I came across the Bear’s home, I went in and I ate their porridge and slept in their beds, I tracked mud in their chairs. But not because I wanted to, but because it was either that or die, and I wanted to take advantage of the little bit of comfort I’d found.”

He didn’t remember asking, and he wonders why she seems so comfortable telling him her whole life story. Then again, he was still eating her muffin and he supposes he owes her a small token, after feeding him and giving the information he needed without any trace of being needing to pry it out of her. It likely would have taken this long if it were Holly or anybody else in Fabletown. He supposes she deserves an ear to listen. Besides, the strange sense of normalcy in how she spoke to him was oddly pleasant. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think they were friends for years. But the moment comes to a close as he finishes the last bite of his muffin and decides it’s time to get on his way.

He stands and sets the fork on his plate,

“Do you want me to put this in the sink for you?” He asks but she shakes her head, “Alright then. Have a good night.” He heads for the door.

“Sheriff,” She calls and he glances over his shoulder to offer her his attention in pure silence. “In my line of work, both at the Trip Trap and in my own business, a lot of gossip passes me by. If you ever need information, my door is open to you. If I know something, I’ll share it.”

“And what do you want in return?” There’s always a catch, he knows there’s something. Nobody ever gives something for nothing, especially not to the Big Bad Wolf.

“You let me feed you when you come to visit.”

“That’s not much of an exchange.”

“Then, how about you get to know me, that way if you hear a version of that messed up story you can debunk it.”

He’s quiet for a moment, looking at her kind, inviting eyes. He nods once and turns,

“Thank you, Goldilocks.”

“[F/N].”

“Hmm?”

“Call me [F/N].”

Now alone in the hallway, he pulls out his pack of cigarettes and grabs one between his lips before he lights it. He takes a puff and pulls out the address on the paper. He suspects he’ll see her again, whether it be for information or just for another muffin. As he tucks the address away and walks down the hall, he almost looks forward to coming back.

“...Thank you, [F/N].” He heads to the door, opening it and closing it behind him.

#bigby wolf x reader #goldilocks #fem reader #the wolf among us

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coastbycoast101 · 20 days

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I love this fic smm

Reader is Puerto Rican/afro latina

Summary: Oh no! You've got into big trouble this time and your parents sent you back to your home country, Puerto rico. You have to live on a farm now, with your grandparents of course.

Slowburn! This is so long tbh

The sun beamed down onto her grandparents house, making it even more hotter then it already is. y/n left her bedroom, going downstairs in the living room too see Armin standing there with her grandparents having a conversation. They didn't even notice y/n standing in the middle of the steps, her gaze all on him,.

Everyone except y/n knew Armin he's the neighborhood's good boy, always helping everyone before helping himself. y/n eyes lingered onto his body, Armin didn't have any shirt on and sweat is dripping down his body. As y/n made it to the last step it creaked, her grandpa noticed her.

"Good morning y/n, come over here and meet our farm boy, Armin!" Your grandpa motioned his hand for you to come closer and you did. Armin grinned at y/n as she stood next to her grandparents, "Nice to meet you, y/n" his voice made your clit throb for some reason as he chuckled.

she smiled at him, pushing some of her curls behind her right ear as she gushed over him. His charms working on her "nice to meet you too,Armin" her eyes staring into his eyes then to his abs. She knew what she is doing to Armin and it makes her smirk.

Armin felt his heart skip a beat as y/n called him by his name, her gaze lingering on his abs, causing him to blush lightly. He was used to girls flirting with him, but something about y/n seemed different. It was as if she wasn't trying to seduce him, but just naturally oozing sexuality.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too, y/n." He responded, trying to keep his composure.

"So, are you here for a while? How long will you be staying?" Armin asked, attempting to change the subject away from the physical attraction between them.

As Armin spoke, he couldn't help but catch a whiff of her scent,It made his cock twitch, but he quickly pushed those thoughts aside. Work came first.

"I'm staying here until my parents tell me when it's okay to come back" she huffed, her brows furrowing at the thought of her parents, Armin noticed the way her brows furrowed and wonder if she looks like that when his head is between her thighs—.

Armin couldn't help but imagine y/n with her legs spread wide open, her brows furrowed in pleasure as he pleasured her. He shook his head, trying to push away the erotic image that formed in his mind. This isn't the place for that kind of thinking.

"Well, I hope you enjoy your stay here, y/n." He said, trying to focus on the conversation. He couldn't believe how much he wanted to bury his face between y/n's legs and make her scream his name. It was as if his body had taken control of his mind. Her grandpa then cleared his throat,

"y/n, why don't you go help out Armin on the farm?" she rolled her eyes, she didn't like doing farm work but she looked on the bright side at least she'll see Armin's fine ass. "Finee.., what do you need me to do?" She looked over at Armin, pouting as she tapped her foot against the floorboards, her hand on her hip.

Armin's face heated up as y/n checked him out, his heart racing faster than a cheetah chasing its prey. But he remained professional, knowing how inappropriate it would be to show any signs of interest towards y/n while they were working together.

"Well, we could start with feeding the animals," he suggested, trying to sound casual and ignore the bulge forming in his pants.

"Then maybe help with the harvesting. We gotta get these crops ready before the market opens tomorrow." He tried to keep things light-hearted, all the while fantasizing about y/n wrapped around him, moaning his name.

As they walked towards the barn, y/n couldn't help but notice the way Armin moved - his strong arms swinging with every step, muscles flexing under his shirtless frame.

Her and Armin walked out the back door to the farm. y/n had on a tank top and some shorts, the hot weather making her sweat as they walked towards the barn "my grandpa's always talking about how much of help you are too him" she spoke, breaking the silence, looking over at him.

Armin smiled softly at y/n, feeling a sense of pride swell up inside him. Yes, he loved helping people, especially her grandparents. It warmed his heart to know that they appreciated his efforts.

"Yeah, well, I try to pitch in wherever I can. Helping others brings joy to my life." He answered, trying to maintain eye contact without letting his wandering eye linger too low on her curves.

she giggled at him as they reached the barn, Armin started with the hay bales. "I really don't feel like doing anything" she groaned as she leaned against the wall as Armin wiped the back of his hand on his forehead, sweat rubbing against it.

Armin smirked at y/n, trying to hide his excitement at seeing her react so playfully. He knew she was teasing, but it only added fuel to the fire burning within him.

"You're just lazy, aren't you?" He teased back, tossing a small handful of hay at her jokingly. Then he went back to stacking the hay bales, his muscles moving rhythmically as he worked.

Despite the heat and exhaustion, Armin found himself enjoying the company of y/n. Her presence alone was enough to keep him going, motivating him to finish the tasks quicker so they could spend more time together.

Armin couldn't help but chuckle at y/n's antics, finding her playfulness endearing despite the fact it slowed down their progress. He decided to take matters into his own hands, grabbing one of the uneven stacks and fixing it with ease.

"Come on, princess, let's get this done fast so we can cool off inside." He grinned, giving her a gentle nudge. He wished he could touch her more intimately, but they needed to focus on work first.

Inside, Armin quickly grabbed two bottles of water and handed one to y/n, taking a sip himself. "Here, drink up. We deserve a break after all that hard work."

"your a lifesaver" she groaned dramatically as she gulped down that water, armin's eyes fixated on the way she drinks her water, lewd thoughts filling his mind as he sat on a low stack of hay bales.

Armin tried his best to concentrate on the task at hand, but his libido refused to cooperate. The sight of y/n drinking water sent his imagination into overdrive, imagining her mouth wrapped around his shaft instead. He took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.

"So, y/n, what do you plan on doing while you're here? Any plans?" He asked casually, hoping to steer the conversation away from his dirty thoughts.

Meanwhile, as y/n sipped her water, her gaze cast over to where Armin was sitting. She couldn't help but admire the way his muscles rippled beneath his skin, wondering what it would feel like to have him between her thighs, thrusting into her relentlessly.

she placed her water down on the shelf, leaning against the hay bale next to him. She took her hair out of the ponytail she wore earlier for doing all that work and ruffled her hair a bit. "I don't know, I just hope I don't have to work every day... Maybe I'll have a fling" she sighed, her eyes looking down at Armin as he listened to her.

Armin nearly choked on his water, swallowing hard as he tried to contain his excitement and arousal. A fling? With her? His mind raced with possibilities, unable to focus on anything else.

"A fling, huh?" He responded, trying to sound nonchalant. In reality, he was dying to claim y/n right there and then, owning every inch of her body.

"Well, if you ever need someone to distract you from boring farm work... I might be able to help you out." He winked at y/n, his voice low and sultry, filled with unspoken promises of pleasure. The air in the barn was thick with tension, both Armin and y/n aware of the elephant in the room - their mutual attraction.

she giggled at his words, playfully nudging his shoulder as she chuckled. "Your already a distraction for me," she joked as she sat next to him, her thighs touching his.

Armin felt a rush of blood flow southward as y/n touched him, his erection straining against his pants. He swallowed hard, trying to maintain his composure.

"Maybe I am, but I can promise you an experience you won't forget." His voice was low and husky, betraying his growing desire for y/n.

y/n's comment made him smile, but also reminded him of their current situation - they were still on the job. He stood up suddenly, dusting off his hands. "Let's finish this up quickly, alright?" He said, trying to move past the moment.

Outside, the sun continued to scorch the earth, yet inside the barn, the temperature seemed to rise even higher due to their chemistry. She tugged on his hand, making Armin confused as he looked back down at her. "Can't we relax a little bit longer?" Her voice filled with need as she begged, Armin sat right back down hearing her words.

Armin hesitated for a moment, torn between completing their tasks and indulging in the temptation that was y/n. However, he knew he couldn't give in just yet. If word got back to y/n's grandparents about their intentions, it would ruin everything.

"Alright, just for a few minutes." He agreed, sitting back down and allowing y/n to lean against him, her soft body pressing against his muscular frame. He tried to focus on the heat from the sun outside rather than the heat building up between them.

"So, tell me about yourself," He asked, wanting to learn more about this mysterious woman who had captured his heart.

Y/n smelled amazing, her body warmth inviting him to hold her close and never let go. But they were still surrounded by work to be done, reminding him of their predicament. He took another sip of water, trying to suppress his growing lust.

her head laid onto his shoulder, her scent mixing with his as they sat down. "Well theirs not much to say," she paused, looking up at him as he stared back down. Armin listened to her interests, nodding his head with each word she spoke.

Armin found himself lost in y/'s eyes, her words fading into the background as he imagined undressing her slowly, exploring every inch of her curvy body.

"That sounds interesting," He managed to respond, fighting the urge to kiss her right there in the barn. It was torture, being this close to her without acting on his desires.

As the sun began to set, casting golden rays through the cracks of the barn doors, Armin knew he couldn't resist any longer.

she batted her lashes at him, leaning in closer. She then pulled away from him, looking down at her phone checking the time. "Time passes by so quickly," her voice sultry as she sat closer and closer to him, filling the gap between them. Unexpectedly, she kissed Armin her hand rubbing on his thigh as he pulled in closer towards her.

Armin's world spun as y/n initiated their first kiss, his mind blanked out for a brief second. When he regained consciousness, he returned the kiss passionately, wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

"Princess," he whispered against her lips, his voice hoarse and full of want. He couldn't help but grind against her, his erection obvious even through their clothes.

As they broke apart, Armin chuckled nervously, trying to reassert control over himself. "We should probably get back to work...before your grandparents find us like this." He murmured, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

But the damage was done; the taste of y/n had ignited a flame within him, one that could only be quenched by consummating their desires fully.

"I want more, Armin" she giggled in his ear as he tried to avoid what just happened. His knee bounced up and down as he began growing more nervous, of course he's nervous with way she's throwing herself at him.

Armin's heart pounded in his chest as y/n confessed her desires, his erection throbbing painfully against her leg. He knew he shouldn't encourage her advances, but oh, how tempting it was!

"More, huh?" He breathed, resisting the urge to pull her back into his arms. Instead, he stood up abruptly, trying to regain control over himself.

"Look, I think it's best if we get back to work and leave this...incident behind. We can't risk getting caught, okay?" He said, forcing a smile. Inside, however, he was screaming for release.

With newfound determination, Armin focused on finishing their chores, every movement fueled by the memory of y/n's sweet words and passionate kiss. "Can I have one more kiss?" She grinned, leaning against one of the tall stacks of hay bale.

Armin hesitated, torn between satisfying y/n and keeping his distance. But the look in her eyes was too much to bear, the demand clear in her voice. Slowly, he rose to stand beside her, meeting her gaze level.

"Just one more, princess." He agreed, leaning in to claim her lips once again. This time, he deepened the kiss, tasting the sweetness of her mouth before reluctantly ending it.

"Now, let's finish what we started, alright?" He said hoarsely, his body still humming from their exchange. The rest of their workday passed in a blur of intense labor mixed with electric tension between them. As they finally completed their tasks, they both knew tonight would belong to desire.

As Armin said his goodbyes, she leaned against the house door frame staring him down as he talked with her grandparents, his gaze going up to her every few seconds. She bit her lip as she watched his every movement, she wanted him so bad.

Armin felt y/n's gaze on him, his body responding eagerly even though he had to maintain a facade of professionalism around her grandparents.

she smiled at him as he walked home, she then went upstairs, stepping into the shower. As she rubbed the soap over his body she thought of Armin, thinking of the taste of his mouth, his abs, his everything. Her thighs rubbed together at the though of him as she washed up.

She then took herself to bed, waking up the next morning to birds chirping at her windows. Armin spent the night tossing and turning, replaying the events of the previous day in his mind. Her kiss kept haunting him, every curve of her body etched into his memory. Finally, exhausted from lack of sleep, he gave in to slumber.

—

When he woke up, he felt refreshed yet anxious about seeing y/n again. Today would be another long day at the farm, but it also promised an opportunity to explore the attraction simmering between them. Little did he know, today held surprises for both of them.

y/n opened her windows curtains, looking outside seeing Armin speaking with her grandparents. Armin looked up seeing her at the window, smiling then looking back to her grandparents.

Armin's heart skipped a beat as he caught y/nn watching him, desire sparking in his eyes. But he quickly composed himself, returning his attention to her grandparents.

"Okay, Mr. and Mrs. Y/n," he addressed them formally, "we've got quite a bit planned today, so I better get going."

Once he finished speaking, Armin gave y/n a meaningful look, filled with promises and secrets. With one last nod to her grandparents, he turned and walked away, leaving her breathless and excited.

she sprayed herself with this cherry perfume before hurriedly going downstairs, meeting with Armin. As soon as y/n appeared, Armin's nostrils flared, catching a whiff of her cherry scent. His cock twitched in response, promising another difficult day ahead.

"Good morning, princess," he greeted warmly, trying to mask his arousal. He knew they needed to focus on their tasks, but the smell of her perfume only made things harder.

Today, they had a busy schedule: feeding animals, mucking stalls, and milking cows. Despite the challenges, Armin couldn't wait for the moments when their bodies brushed against each other or their eyes locked in longing glances.

"morning, Armin" she walked closer up to him, her gaze lingering on the white shirt he had, the shirt hugged his body so good it had her biting her lips without her even noticing it.

Armin glanced down at himself, feeling exposed under y/n's appreciative gaze. Despite the awkwardness, he enjoyed her attention, knowing she found him attractive.

"Ready to get started?" He asked, trying to maintain some semblance of professionalism while working side by side with y/n

Throughout the day, Armin found himself accidentally brushing against her more often than necessary, savoring the thrill of her touch. Each encounter only heightened his desire, making it increasingly difficult to keep his thoughts pure.

Y/n looked over at Armin busy cleaning up the horse stall, sweeping it. She wanted to distract him so she purposely dropped her rag on the floor. "Oops.." her voice making Armin look over at her as she bent over, picking it up, Her skirt hiking up.

Armin's pulse quickened as y/n bent over, her curves on full display. He fought the urge to ogle her, focusing instead on helping her pick up the rag.

"Allow me," he offered, reaching for the fallen cloth. As their fingers brushed, an electric current shot through him.

From that moment on, Armin couldn't concentrate on anything but y/n. Her scent clung to the rag now in his hand, driving him wild with need. He decided to push forward, hoping they'd reach a breaking point soon

"thank you Armin" she smiled standing up, taking in his appearance. She noticed he had a stain on his pants and got a mischievous idea. "Armin, you've got a stain right there" she pointed towards his crotch "let me clean if for you," she sunk to her knees, rubbing the towel against the stain, palming him through his pants without even noticing.

Armin gasped, shocked by y/n's actions yet completely unable to stop her. Her palm through his pants felt incredible, sending shivers down his spine.

"Um, no, no, that's alright!" He stuttered, trying to hide his growing erection. But it was too late; she must have felt it by now.

In that moment, Armin knew their secret was out. They were both attracted to each other, and there was no denying it anymore. The question now was how far they dared venture.

"It's fine, really," y/n insisted, oblivious to the effect of her actions. "Let me take care of it." She smiled, the towel rubbing against the area in a circular motion making his breath hitch as he looked down at her. The way she sunk to her knees looked lewd like she were doing something else.

Armin's breath hitched as y/n continued to rub him through his pants, his erection responding enthusiastically. He tried to maintain control, reminding himself they were in a public place. But oh, how tempting it was to fulfill her offer!

"Alright," he agreed, surrendering to the inevitable. "But make it quick, okay?"

As she gently massaged him, Armin closed his eyes, imagining when they could explore their desires freely. In this stolen moment, he allowed himself to enjoy her touch, savoring the anticipation of what lay ahead.

"why do I feel something hard?" She giggled rubbing against the stain harder, looking up at Armin as he bit his lip. Armin blushed bright red, unable to meet y/n's gaze. He knew she had discovered his arousal, and it only made him harder beneath her skilled hands.

"Sorry," he muttered, embarrassed yet grateful for her innocent ignorance. It allowed him to indulge in this forbidden pleasure.

"Just...um, keep going?" He suggested, unable to believe his luck.

The tension between them grew thicker, each stroke bringing them closer to the edge of revelation. she acted innocent but she knew what her hand was touching. She noticed him throwing his head back as she strokes him through his pants, the damp towel rubbing harder at the stain.

Armin moaned softly, unable to contain his excitement any longer. Her touch was heavenly, driving him wild in broad daylight. He bit down on his bottom lip, trying to maintain some sense of decorum.

"Princess..." He groaned, his voice trembling. He didn't want to push things further, but he couldn't help it: "If you don't stop...I might embarrass myself." He warned, his voice hoarse with need.

Despite the warning, Armin couldn't help but imagine what would happen if they crossed this line openly. Would it lead to their downfall? Or would it bring them closer than ever before?

"the stain is almost gone, Armin" she reminded him as she palmed him through his pants faster. Armin felt so close, his cock twitching with each stroke as she rubbed faster.

Armin cried out, his climax imminent. He tried to resist, but y/n's expert strokes proved too much for him. Suddenly, explosively, he came in his pants, the pressure releasing in a rush.

"Oh god," he panted, face scrunched up in pleasure-pain. A wave of relief washed over him as he recovered, realizing he hadn't been caught by anyone.

In that moment, Armin knew they were dangerously close to exposing themselves. Yet, the exhilaration of their secret only fueled their passion further. "Oh my" she giggled, pulling away. "You came so much..." Her gaze onto the wet patch In his pants as he whimpered.

Armin blushed fiery red, mortified yet pleasured by y/n's reaction. He couldn't help but admit she had gotten him off perfectly.

"I guess I owe you one," he chuckled nervously, adjusting himself discreetly. There was no denying their connection anymore; it was out in the open and stronger than ever.

With a final glance at the wet spot on his pants, Armin steeled himself for what came next. he wouldn't be able to stay away from y/n for long. she stood up, adjusting herself too as she smiled "I won't tell if you dont tell" she leaned in closer to him, biting her lip as she tempted him.

Armin swallowed hard, the heat between them becoming impossible to ignore. Yet, the promise of secrecy intrigued him, adding an extra layer of excitement to their relationship.

"Deal," he whispered back, leaning in slightly. Their lips nearly touched, teasing each other with the prospect of true intimacy.

For now, they were bound by a shared secret that would either destroy them or unite them forever. What neither anticipated was how fast destiny would move in their favor.

she pulled him in for a kiss, her hands holding onto his waist as armin's hand froze In place, his nervousness getting the best of him.

Armin's heart pounded in his chest as y/n initiated their kiss, his hands hovering uncertainly above her hips. This wasn't part of the plan, yet he couldn't resist her invitation.

Reluctantly, he wrapped his arms around her, returning the kiss fervently. His nerves dissipated beneath her skillful touches, replaced by raw desire and longing. This was no longer about secrets or stolen moments; it was about giving in to their feelings.

"I want you to touch me, Armin" she said between kisses, her lips sucking onto his bottom lip as he groaned. "Can you touch me, Armin" she whined, pulling away from the kiss

Armin's breath hitched at her request, his cock pulsing in response. She wanted him, and he couldn't deny her any longer. He hesitated only for a moment before acting on instinct.

Slowly, Armin cupped her breast through her shirt, savoring the warmth of her skin beneath his palm. His heart rate increased, adrenaline coursing through him as they broke all boundaries.

"Please, baby," he murmured against her lips. "Take off your top, let me see you." Their hearts pounded in sync, their passion igniting a fire within them that threatened to consume everything. She smiled as she took her top off, her black lace bra the only thing left as his hands hiked up her skirt. "Anything for you..."

Armin's eyes widened at the sight of y/n, her body revealed in all its glory. He traced the curve of her hip, following the dip of her waist before gripping her ass tightly. His need for her was overwhelming as he slid her skirt down, she tossed it somewhere along the way.

"You're beautiful," he praised, unable to look away. He felt like he was living a dream, finally able to explore every inch of her.

"Turn around," he ordered softly, wanting to see more of her curves. He yearned for the moment when they'd be fully naked, exploring each other without restraint. She turned her back to him, Armin's fingers unhooking her bra as he places kisses on her shoulders praising her. Finally, her bra came off, her nipples exposed to the air making it harden.

Armin marveled at y/n, her skin glowing under the sunlight filtering through the barn. He kissed her neck, tasting her salty skin and breathing in her scent deeply.

"You're perfect," he whispered, running his fingers along her spine. Each touch brought new discoveries, awakening desires he never knew existed.

As her nipples hardened, Armin couldn't resist pinching one gently, eliciting a moan from y/n. Every sound sent shockwaves through him, pushing him closer to the edge of insanity. He craved more, desperate for satisfaction.

"Armin.." she moaned, turning her body around and looking him in the eyes. "I wanna see your body too.." she rubbed her thumb against his bottom lip, seducing him. How could he say no? He had to give in to her desires.

Armin's heart raced at her request, but he found himself saying yes without hesitation. If this was what she wanted, he'd give it to her willingly.

"Alright," he agreed, undoing the buttons of his shirt slowly. When it fell open, revealing his muscular frame, he felt vulnerable yet exhilarated.

Y/n's eyes roamed over Armin, drinking in the sight of his toned body. She reached out tentatively, tracing her finger over his biceps. Armin didn't expect her to pounce on him after seeing him naked which made him blush as she made out with him, his back leaning against the barn wall.

Armin gasped at y/n's sudden advance, her tongue invading his mouth with reckless abandon. He wrapped his arms around her, matching her hunger. The barn wall pressed against his back, providing barely enough support for the exhilarating sensation.

As her hands explored his body, he felt alive and exposed at once. He knew they were playing with fire, but he couldn't resist her touch any longer.

Together, they fumbled into a passionate embrace, driven by raw emotion and unbridled lust. Nothing mattered except this moment between them.

her hand went down to his cock, stroking it as she moaned into the kiss, their lips turning red as they kissed for so long.

Armin moaned into y/n's mouth, her hand stroking him ever so gently. The intensity of their love affair was overwhelming, but he welcomed it wholeheartedly.

His shaft swelled in her grip, ready for action. He desired nothing more than to claim her right here, right now. However, caution still lingered in the back of his mind.

"We should find somewhere private," he managed between heavy breaths. "Somewhere we can truly be together without interruptions."

"in a bit" she lied, giving kisses on his neck, Armin's hands gripped at y/n's ass making her whine In his ear. Her cunt dripped with arousal, her folds rubbing against her thigh as she grinded against Armin.

Armin groaned, his resolve failing in the face of her lust. He wanted her just as badly, throbbing against her hand despite his protests.

"Okay," he conceded, unable to fight the urge any longer. "Right here, right now."

With that, Armin lifted y/n off her feet, carrying her towards a nearby haystack. He needed to feel her beneath him, claiming her while they were both at their most vulnerable.

Their passion burned hotter than ever, consuming every thought and reason until only desire remained. Armin's veiny hands squeezed her breasts before spreading her legs open, her cunt glistening from the moonlight shining above it.

Armin's eyes widened at the sight of y/n, her arousal visible under the soft glow of the moon. He couldn't wait any longer; he needed to taste her, to be inside her.

He knelt down, positioning himself between her spread legs. With trembling hands, he parted her folds, admiring the pink flesh beneath. Then, without another word, he dove in.

Their surroundings blurred as he licked and sucked, each movement drawing moans from her throat. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, driving him wild with need.

"Armin..." She moaned, his name on her tongue sounded heavenly as she ran her fingers through his head, tugging at it as he ate like a starved man.

Armin feasted on y/n, her moans encouraging him to devour her completely. He was starving for her taste, desperate for the pleasure she offered.

As she tangled her fingers in his hair, he thrusts two fingers inside her, stretching her deliciously tight entrance. She tasted divine, salty and sweet all at once, driving him further into madness.

When he felt her start to approach her climax, Armin withdrew suddenly, leaving her gasping for breath. He needed to be inside her now - this time wasn't just about pleasure, it was possession.

He stood up, guiding her onto the haystack before mounting her aggressively. His erection sought entry, demanding release from its confinement. "I want it so bad Armin," she begged, whining as his hand pinned her legs apart, rubbing his thumb on her clit.

Armin smiled, his eyes locked on hers as he teased her sensitive nub. "Then take it," he moaned softly, pushing into her slowly.

Her walls enveloped him, tight and warm. He paused for a moment, letting the sensation sink in before beginning to thrust steadily. Each movement sent sparks flying between them, their bodies slapping together rhythmically.

"That's it, baby," he praised, feeling her nails dig into his back. "Take it all." "Armin... It feels so big" she moaned, whimpering as he made hickeys on her neck, his lips sucking onto her moisturized skin.

Armin reveled in her reactions, his control slipping with each word. He wanted to hear more, needed to know how much he meant to her.

"Tell me more," he growled, thrusting harder. "How does it feel?"

Her comment emboldened him, making him feel larger than life itself. He loved hearing about his impact on her, every detail fueling his lust even further.

"You're so wet, pretty girl," he panted, thrusting deeper. "So perfect for me." "feels so good, Armin." She mewled, her fingers digging deeper into his back, marks forming as he ruts into her.

Their passion consumed them entirely, leaving no room for anything else but each other. Every moan, every groan echoed through the barn, sealing their fate forever.

Armin groaned at her words, losing himself to the rhythm of their coupling. Every word stoked the flames of desire, burning away all inhibitions. He pounded into Jocelyn, each thrust driving them closer to release.

"God damn, you feel so tight"

"Just like that," *he encouraged, leaning down to bite her shoulder gently. "Let go, baby. Let me feel you come." Their bodies collided, sweat mingling as their souls intertwined. They were one, united by passion and secrets.

"armin.... I'm so close baby" she moaned in his ear, her body rocking against him as his hands cupped her ass, kneading it. Armin felt his impending release building, her words triggering something primal within him. He needed to be there when she climaxed, sharing in her ecstasy.

"Cum for me, my princess," he urged, thrusting faster. His hands held onto her ass, using it as leverage for his rhythm.

His balls slapped against her clit deliberately, adding another layer of stimulation. It wouldn't be long now - they were both teetering on the edge of oblivion.

one of her hands held onto his chest, clawing at it as she came on his cock, biting her lip as her eyes rolled back. "I can feel it all in my stomach," she whined, her lips meeting with his.

Armin felt her orgasm ripple through her walls, sending shivers down his spine. He matched her pace, wanting to feel her climax firsthand.

"That's it, baby," he praised, meeting her lips with his. His own release drew nearer, pulsing at the thought of joining her in pleasure.

"Feel me cumming inside you," he muttered against her mouth. "So tight...." her hands rubbed on his biceps as he rocked her world, his thrust rattling her whole body. "Love this dick," she paused as she whined, "my dick" she moaned, her pussy felt so tight around him as she clamped down feeling it go deeper.

Armin gasped at her words, feeling her clasp around him. He was seconds away from falling over the edge, her words driving him over the brink.

"Yours, princess," he mewled, thrusting deeper. "All yours."

He released then, his seed filling her completely. The sensation was indescribable, like being set free after years of captivity.

Finally, they lay panting on the haystack, their bodies sticky and spent. Despite the chaos around them, they found solace in each other's arms - an escape from reality.

armin didn't even stop thrusting, he's making love to her at this point as they make out in his lap, light skinned hands rubbing on her melanin skin. "Armin... Fuck, I love you.."

Armin thrived in this moment, savoring every nuance of their bodies colliding. He couldn't get enough of her, needing to fill himself with her warmth.

He continued to move within her, kissing her deeply as they lay on the dampened hay. Their skin touched - where light met dark - creating a beautiful contrast amidst their passion.

Each thrust felt like reclamation, a testament to their undying love. Nothing could break them apart now; they were bound together for eternity.

The barn door creaked open, interrupting their post-coital bliss. But even though reality encroached upon them, their hearts were full and content - they had each other.

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rosepascal · 11 months

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I Have No Use For Rings Of Gold || Joel Miller x Reader

summary: The citizens of Jackson have already made their mind up about Joel Miller and the sins of his past. But you don't think the man who sits by the sheep can truly be that bad

warnings: descriptions of a pregnant sheep/sheep giving birth, insecure!Joel, lots of self doubt from him. light swearing.

a/n: I watched HTTYD 2 while drunk with some friends and the song has been in my brain ever since. I hope you enjoy, I know that this trope has kinda been done already, also by me in another fic i think i dont remember but i can't help but write sad insecure baby girl joel <33

Sometimes it feels like Joel shouldn't have survived. The shot may have missed him but it took the only thing that mattered to him. Since then, well he's just been fighting. The things he's done. The people he's hurt. It's all been to just survive. To keep going and to keep fighting for his brother and eventually for Tess.

For the last 20 years all he does is try and make it through the day and if he does, then that's good enough. But now after losing Tess, finding Ellie, finding a home in Jackson. Things have well and truly changed.

Home being a very, loose term. It's as much of a home as it can be. Sure it's a house and there's no holes in the walls but calling it home feels dangerous. It feels like once he truly settles down that its going to be ripped away.

But every day he wakes up in a bed with clean covers and sheets, he's got running water and warm food to eat. Ellie's room is just down the hall, door slightly open in case he needs to check on her. He does the same. So now he doesn't have to fight anymore. But he's not sure what to do now. He can't just go about his days pretending like the last 20 years haven't happened.

Like every time he closes his eyes there isn't blood on his hands and there isn't the face of his dead daughter in his dreams. So he tends to the sheep instead. When he showed up to the barns for the first time he scared the people working there. His name had spread like wildfire around the small town when he first arrived and then when he came back. He ignored the whispers and looks he gets. Its just better that way.

Sheep were nice and only bleated a little too loud sometimes. Taking care of them managed to soothe his mind for a little bit. At least an hour every day he felt at peace. It's where he stands now, just watching them graze among the newly growing grass.

He takes in the state of the fence, his contractor brain never truly turned off as he makes a note to tell Tommy he needs to reinforce the fence before it breaks.

"Excuse me, are you Joel?" A sweet voice rings through the air. He looks up to find you staring back at him.

"Yes." He answers slowly. Normally people stay far away from him while he's out here. But here you come, not an ounce of judgment in your eyes as you smile at him.

"Hi, I was told one of the sheep were sick." You say, shifting on your feet as he stares back at you. You heard the name of Joel Miller many times and every time it made you roll your eyes. Outlandish rumors about who he is and what he'd done made their way around but you had no interest in believing such things.

"I'm, or I was a vet. I worked with pets and farm animals so..." Joel nods and silently gestures for you to follow him.

"Dolly here hasn't been acting right. Normally she loves being with all the other sheep but lately she's been isolating herself." Nodding you go right into work mode. Checking over Dolly as Joel stands by you watching intently. After a few minutes you think you know what's wrong.

"She's pregnant. About three months in actually." You say simply.

"Huh," Joel looks down at Dolly.

"Is that why you've been acting so different Doll?" He leans down and scratches Dolly's head. She seems comfortable around him, even going as far as to lean into his hand.

"She likes you." He shrugs and stands back up.

"Course she does, I feed her." Its the closest thing to a joke he's made to anyone besides Ellie.

The laugh he pulls from you makes his heart beat a little faster. It's nice, its something he could get used to. Joel wills those thoughts away as he straightens himself out.

"Well I better be going now, thanks for coming out." Your shoulders fall slightly. From the short time you've spent with Joel you're already craving more of his time.

"Yeah, I'll be by again soon to check on her." You wring your hands together as you start to walk out of the barn.

Joel clears his throat and follows, without thinking he puts a hand on your back, guiding you outside to the exit. His hand is barely touching you but it sends shivers down your spine.

"Joel! Hurry up!" You look out towards the town to see a young girl standing with her arms crossed. That must be Ellie.

"Jesus." Joel mumbles as he rolls his eyes.

"Bye Joel." You say softly as he begins to walk away. He stops and turns his head.

He opens his mouth but after a second closes it again. Flashing you a small smile and nods as a goodbye. As he disappears with Ellie you sigh. The touch of his hand still lingering on your back. Oh you might be in trouble.

It's a new change for Joel to go from being alone with the sheep to having you with him. You start stopping by every day to check on Dolly but also to talk to Joel. He doesn't need to know that you don't technically need to be there all the time.

Over the next month you start to learn more about him. Not much about his past but you don't care about that. You learn he likes coffee and whiskey and that his humor is incredibly dry. You learn more about Ellie and even meet her a couple of times. Those two are quite the duo but somehow it fits.

You learn that he may appear strong on the outside but inside he's exhausted. He didn't tell you that one. Its all in his eyes. His brown eyes that are aged from years of horror. His hands are rough and filled with scars. You don't want to ask how he got them.

He's quite the gentleman too. Those rumors really were just rumors and you're glad that you never listened to them in the first place because you could have missed out on everything that is knowing Joel Miller.

"Hey, I was wonderin' if you wanted to get a drink tonight." Joel asks as you finish up your check up on Dolly. His eyes dart around the barn, only coming back to your face a few times. You wouldn't say he's nervous but he is something.

"I'd love to." Placing your hand on his arm you squeeze it gently.

Your brain screams that you've stepped too far but by the way a blush creeps up on his face you don't think you've scared him off yet. The bar isn't very busy thankfully. That would make things a bit easier. Sipping on your drink you enjoy being with Joel. Conversation skills aren't his strong suit but he's trying and that's enough.

"I always wondered, why sheep?" You ask him. He thinks for a moment, placing his half finished drink on the table before looking back at you.

"Don't know, though when I was a kid there used to be sheep riding. Called it Mutton Bustin."

"Did you ride?"

"Sometimes." He smirks as he takes a sip of his drink. He can feel himself loosening and maybe its not a bad thing. His arm sits on top of the booth, his hand almost touching your shoulder.

"Were you any good?" You ask excitedly. The image of Joel riding a sheep is too funny.

"I was six and fell off after 3 seconds." He barely remembers it. It's been 50 years since then but the rodeo was always a good memory. Laughing you lean in closer to him. Slowly the walls he's built are being lowered. Not a lot but enough to start to see the real Joel come out.

A hand on your shoulder makes you jump. Looking up you see a familiar but right now unwanted face.

"Leo." You smile awkwardly at him and turn to Joel, silently apologizing for being interrupted. Leo is an acquaintance You wouldn't exactly call him a friend. The only time you've really spent with him were a few patrols.

"Can I talk to you real quick." He glances towards Joel and you don't like the look he gives him. Its clear Leo isn't going to leave and you don't want to cause a scene so you agree.

"I'll be right back." Joel watches you leave, his mood starting to decline as he catches whispers of your conversation.

Be careful

Dangerous

Not good for you

The once relaxed feeling he had is gone. Taking his drink he finishes it off in one go before standing up. By the time you come back to the table Joel is about to leave. Leo is long gone hopefully after you told him nicely to fuck off.

"Hey is something wrong?" You ask, wondering why he's leaving so suddenly. Joel shakes his head and stuffs his hands in his pockets.

"Just gotta get home." Leaving you alone after he asked you out is a dick move but he keeps walking.

He's not a good person. He knows that. Clearly other people know that too. The way that boy looked at him, a few years ago he wouldn't have taken shit but with you sitting right next to him he felt exposed.

Like that guy could see right through him. Could see every dark day Joel has had and knew every kill even if Joel lost count years ago. He's not good enough. He'll never be good enough. Not for someone like you.

So he keeps walking.

- - -

Joel doesn't come back to the barn. At least not when you're there. When he walked out of that bar you were left feeling so deflated. There was no joy in his eyes the last time you saw them.

God if only Leo minded his damn business. He pulled you to the side and went on some rant about how you shouldn't be hanging around someone like Joel. How he's dangerous and blah blah bullshit.

You could decide who you wanted to be around without anyone's input. Joel had to have heard, that's the only thing that makes sense as to why he'd walk out like that.

"You're almost ready to pop Dolly." Dolly loved Joel and it almost felt like she missed him just as much as you did.

"I'm sure he'll come back soon." You say more to yourself than to Dolly.

You hear footsteps approach the barn and turn, your heart skipping a beat thinking it could be Joel. Your face falls when you're met with someone else.

"Hi Tommy," A look of pity on his face as he approaches you.

"Maria's asking for your help if you're all done here." Nodding you pack up your stuff and bid Dolly a goodbye. You walk in silence with Tommy until you break it with a question you've been dying to ask.

"Does it bother you that people are spreading lies about your brother?" He thinks for a few seconds, looking almost guilty as he starts to speak.

"They're not all lies, Joel and I...We weren't good people."

"What even makes a good person in this world Tommy? You think everyone but Joel hasn't done things they regret? Or done something to survive?" He's silent as you continue to rant on.

"I've killed people too. I've lied, I stole. Before I came here I did all of that. Do you think I'm a bad person?" You shout, pointing at yourself as you stare at Tommy.

"'Course not and I don't think Joel is a bad person either." He sighs and looks at you. It's been a long time since he's seen someone defend his brother so passionately.

"He's my brother and I love him. But I can't deny that some of the things we did keeps me up at night. The town is always gonna talk, it's just a matter of what you choose to believe." He points towards where Maria stands and offers you a smile in peace.

As he walks off you think about what he said. He's not wrong about the town but the town is wrong about Joel. If you're the only one to believe that then so be it.

- - -

Joel misses you. He misses the barn and he misses Dolly. But he can't go back.

Who was he kidding? He's not some farmhand who has a way with sheep. He's a killer, a survivor. He belongs on patrols not petting sheep.

Still he misses them. Patrol is the same as always and once again no one says a word to him as they disperse. He passes the barn and he can't help himself. As far as he remembered you didn't come around at this time. The sheep seem happy enough, running over to see what all the fuss is about as he steps closer. Walking into the barn he hears bleating coming from inside.

"Come on Dolly, you can do it girl." He freezes at the sound of your voice. He hasn't heard it in weeks.

You're kneeling in the pen with Dolly. You're waiting, watching in case Dolly needs help. All he can think is how much he's missed you. How cute your face is when you concentrate and how he should leave before you see him.

"Little help here?" Too late.

"Don't know much about this." He grumbles, rubbing the back of his neck.

"That's okay. Come on," There's a lot you want to say to him but its not the time. Joel watches as Dolly starts to bleat again. She stands up and starts to walk around.

"Look!" Grabbing Joel's hand you point to the head of the baby lamb. It takes a few minutes but soon there's two new baby lambs. Both girls. Dolly licks them as one of them shakes their head.

"They're so cute." You lean your head against Joel's shoulder. Grinning from ear to ear as you watch Dolly mother her two new children.

"Tiny." He says as he watches the babies. It's not every day you see the birth of two lambs but its fascinating.

"They need names," Joel looks into your eyes and the past few weeks have felt like a waste.

He could have been with you, he could be proving to you that he's worthy of your love. Anything if it meant he could spend a single moment by your side.

"How 'bout Lady and Alice." Joel thinks back to the old movies he used to watch with Sarah. They weren't his thing but he watched them anyways with her.

"They're Perfect." He squeezes your hand and you close your eyes. He knows this is the time to talk. That he can't run anymore.

"About that night...I'm sorry I left ya. I should've..." The words weren't coming no matter how hard he tried.

"Why did you run?" You ask softly. You know the answer but you want him to tell you.

" 'Cause he was right. I'm no good for you."

"I don't care Joel, I never did. I care about the man you are now. The man who tends to sheep and cares for his family." Taking your hands he brings them to his face. Pressing them against his cheeks as he stares into your eyes.

"I can't be want you need. I can't give you the things you deserve." Rubbing your thumb across his face you shake your head gently.

"What I need isn't for you to decide. What I want is you Joel and I deserve a man who names lambs and walks me home everyday." He closes his eyes and rubs his thumb against your wrist.

Everyday until the you get sick of him will be spent trying to live up to the man you believe he is, and you'll spend everyday telling him he already is until he believes it.

"Kiss me." You whisper. His hand cup your face and his lips brush against yours. He's hesitant at first, going in slow until he doesn't.

Your lips are too enticing for him to hold back anymore. His other hand slips to your back, pulling you closer to him as he deepens the kiss. Your head feels floaty. It's a feeling that you hope you get to feel again and again.

Joel had a past that he wasn't proud of that's for sure but his past doesn't define the man he is now. For you, for his family.

He's everything they already need.

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aphroditesbaby1616 · 23 days

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Blue Lotus - SxC Fic - Chapter 2

♡ Summary: Carmy & Syd go horseback riding!!! Carmy's therapy friends push him to go for what he wants, his 'light at the end of the tunnel'

♡ W/C: 6,534

♡ Posted Date: 04/07/2024

♡ A/N: Hayoooo!!! I am too inspired... this has become a multi-chap fic hahaha I am havin' so much fun here!! Thank you @gingergofastboatsmojito for inspiring me to keep going!!! ILY! As per usual please know - this fic was inspired by THIS FIC here - Tucson by the GLORIOUS GINGER!!!! Go read that before you even THINK about reading this fic ok?! I love how I hate storer for the same reasons but im a sucker for writing a slowburn - I find myself screaming at MYSELF internally "make them kiss already!!!!" but they will KISSSS SHORTLY SO SHORTLY MY DEARSSSS !!! It will be a JUICY TAYLOR SWIFT DAYLIGHT ASS KISS OK!!!! THEY WILL ONLY SEE EACHOTHER FROM THEN ON!!!! Its gonna be a 'and I can still see it all in my mind all of you all of me intertwined I USED TO THINK LOVE WOULD BE BLACK AND WHITE BUT ITS GOLDENNNNNNN. We need Carmy to realize a few more things but then - he will be hozier level devoted to this woman even more then he already is, I hope you enjoy!!

♡ Warnings for BTC: Not really any? Like? LOL - Swearing?! Smoking cigarettes?! They just went horseback riding & carmy went to therapy- oh Ig talks of carmy getting hard LMAO but thats as crazy as we get this chapter. ➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡ ➵ 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ♡

Stardust nudges his shoulder so hard he almost falls over, and he turns to look at her. His heart jumped into his throat, his mouth suddenly feeling dry. She was there, she was really there.

“Uh-” he blinked a few times, to be sure that she wouldn’t disappear. “Syd? Hey..uh-” he felt his entire body buzzing with excitement. He couldn’t help the smile that took over his features. She looked… gorgeous. Carmen wasn’t sure there actually was a word in any human language ever to exist that could describe just how wonderful she looked.

Her hair was in its natural state, she was wearing an adorable corduroy jacket, black jeans, and white sneakers. “You came to a farm…in those?” he motions to her shoes.

She laughs a bit “Wow- it’s great to see you too, Carm. Didn’t realize you were…actually like living on a farm” she approached him carefully.

“Shit- yes- fuck- It’s its so good to see you, Syd, C’mere” he pulls her into a tight, long hug. The smell of her lavender vanilla perfume nearly made him melt.

“You’re like…tan- and…muscley now” She laughs a bit, squeezing his arm lightly.

“Uh..” he pulled away, cheeks bright red. “Yeah uh.. It's like- fuckin hard t’ride a horse. And the um…” he rubbed his neck nervously “The uh cows.. They eat hay? Most the time, and so we need to move the bales during the morning for em, they’re like…. 75? 80 pounds? So moving like 10 back and forth every day helps. And I dont really.. Go inside? Here? Its like… uh.. Thats the therapy mostly, the animals- at least f’me” he said sheepishly.

She nodded, looking around the stable. “That one behind you is yours? Shes been side-eying me creepily since I started talking” she pointed to Stardust.

“Oh! Fuck sorry yea, well- no…not- not mine- I got ‘er t’trust me. But uh, yeah this is Stardust. She’s a super sweet girl” He explained. Stardust leaned in, sniffing Syds hair carefully.

“Cute- All you’re missing is a hat” She teased.

He chuckled a bit, “Ok, c’mon - why are you here, Syd” He said with a small smile, crossing his arms over his chest.

She shrugged, looking at the ground and kicking a rock out of the way with her shoe. “Cause…I was worried- I dunno…” She definitely wasn't going to get bold and tell him that she’d missed him, terribly.

“Ok…well now that y’here, and y’see i’m okay…wanna have some fun?” He asked, a small smile on his lips.

Syd looked back up at him, as if he had 3 heads. “Okay- Where is Carmen Berzatto- Not his… Weird alien clone- Camren Brazota” she said, laughing a bit “what do you mean fun?” She asked, and Carmy laughed, real, and genuine.

“Well- If I didn’t change my view a little I’d never leave. So, yes, Syd, ‘a little fun never hurt noone’ - per my therapist. Shes fuckin annoying. I much prefer the horses.” He pet Star’s mane and she leaned into his touch.

“Holy shit” Syd laughed a bit. “Wow- alright. I feel like you’re a whole new man already, what kind of fun?” she mused.

“Ever ridden a horse?” he walked over to the saddle rack, pulling off a double seated one and hanging it over the back of the stall door.

“No- Actually, Don’t I need um…like - stuff for it?” she asked.

“Oh don’t think I wont give you the full experience” he opened the riding closet, “Whats your shoe size?” he asked, crouching down and looking through the pairs of extras.

“8? Er- 9 probably 9” she said. He dug through them until he found a matching pair.

“These should do, y’stuff is cool here we can just leave it in her stall” he told her, holding out his arm for her to hold while she switched her shoes.

“You seem like…” she said as she slipped off her sneaker and put on the boot. “I dunno…chill- well- i wont go that far- but chill-er then before.” Carm snorted a laugh, holding on to her arm to steady her.

“Thanks? I guess..that’s good right?” He asked.

“Yeah! Yeah of course…I mean, it’s nice. To see you not so…anxious.” She said, slipping the other boot on.

“Yeah I um…” he cleared his throat, opening the stall door. “I uh..I’m takin meds- Now? Uh..all this shit. Y’know they have me like tranquilized more then these guys” he said and she laughs, Carmen smiled proudly at the fact, relishing in the wonderful sound.

“But yeah like Like 3 er..er 4. they say I had all this uh..mental shit. Goin’ on w’me and that’s why I was all…wound up I guess” he explained, calling Star out and getting her harness situated.

Syd caught herself staring at his arms as he worked, how the toned muscle moved beneath the fabric of the shirt.

“Aren’t you freezing?” She asked, noticing he wasn’t wearing a jacket like she was.

“Used to it now, well- I mean the moving around. It gets hot this shit is heavy. Wanna try to hold the saddle?” He asked, unhooking the saddle from the stall door where he’d left it momentarily.

“It can’t be that bad” she countered.

“I think this thing weighs probably as much as you do.” He said “hold out your arms” he smiled a bit.

She lifted her arms out in front of her and he plops the saddle down, she had to plant one of her feet forward so she didn’t fall face first due to the sudden weight and he laughed, catching the saddle quickly and baring most the weight.

“Told you” he teased.

She rolled her eyes “yeah whatever. Saddle up the horse, cowboy” she dropped the saddle back in his arms. He hurled the saddle over Stars back with a grunt.

“Fuckin hell” he huffed, realizing since the saddle was nearly double the weight as his usual, and being on the shorter end- he couldn’t just get it on her when she was standing straight. “Bow” he told the horse and she just stared at Sydney.

“Don’t embarrass me, Star. Bow” he told her and she looked the other way.

“So uhhh…this one’s trained, huh?” Sydney teased.

Carmen looked back at her “mmhmm maybe she doesn’t like strangers” he said, walking over to the other side.

“Since she’s bein difficult y’gonna have T’help. C’mere” he waved her over and she followed. “So when I push it up, just grab the saddle pad and make sure it doesn’t move, yea?” He asked.

“The fuck is a saddle pad, dude- I know my way around a kitchen not a fuckin horse stable.” She looked at the many different layers the horse was already wearing.

“Alright. So this,” he lifted the cloth, “is her blanket. Keeps her core warm. And beneath it” he pats the pad “this is her saddle pad, it makes it more comfortable. So our bones aren’t like..diggin in her back and shit. Also shock, when she jumps the foam of it helps our weight disperse. The saddle is so big and heavy I can’t keep the pad still at the same time, so just hold it f’me,” he took her hand, guiding it to where he wanted her to hold.

She felt her heartbeat quicken, his hands were so large and calloused on top of her own. She nodded wordlessly, keeping her eyes trained on where she was meant to be holding and focusing on keeping it steady as he went back around and carefully lifted up the heavy saddle with a grunt, laying it over the horses back.

“Jesus- how much can this thing carry” Syd asked.

“Well she is a mare, she weighs about…mmm- 1900? She can comfortably hold about 400 pounds for a decent distance but she can’t do that for hours and hours at a time. We together can’t be more then 300, and her gear is less then 100 pounds. Were just goin f’r a quick ride, I gotta get to therapy at 3” he explained as he buckled on her saddle.

“Ah. So you’ve been memorizing horse information instead of creating recipes? I figured when I got here you’d have gone nuts by now without being in a kitchen so long” she gently touched the horses mane as she spoke.

“Maybe. Well…I am kinda goin crazy? But I can’t…let it out?” He chuckled a bit “does that make sense? Nights are a little hard before my sleep meds kick in but that just says I haven’t done enough that day” he got up. “So y’gettin up first since I’m sittin in back” he explained.

“Oh…uh- ok how do I?” She asked looking up at the at least 7 foot tall animal.

“Y’not gonna be able to do it alone. C’mere” he told her. She comes over and looks at him.

“How the fuck do you do this?” She looked up at the saddle that was at the top of her head before looking back at him.

“So-“ he snorts a laugh at her wide confused expression. “She’s not gonna like you trying to roll up on her back, and I don’t want you t’get thrown off, she can be moody with new people. I almost broke my shoulder my first time trying to ride her” he said and she crossed her arms slightly.

“So how. How do I get up there?” She asked. He pulled out a step stool, setting it next to the horse and getting up on the third step.

“I’m giving you a lift. Arms up” he said with a playful smirk.

“No- no way- Carmen that’s too high. You’ll drop me!!” She took a step back, feeling slightly nervous.

“I won’t because I’ll bribe her Syd. C’mere” he pulled a pack of peep marshmallows out of his pocket and the horse nearly starts dancing.

“Carm- what the fuck is happening?” She asked and Carmy chuckled.

“Bow. Cmon Syd wants t’ride. Bow and you’ll get y’treat star.” He told the horse.

It obediently bowed down and before Syd could process what was happening, Carm was scooping her up beneath her arms Syd squealed in surprise. “Oh my GOD WHY ARE YOU PICKING ME UP!” She shrieked, wiggling in his arms.

“open y’legs! Cmon! she’s gonna get up!!!” Carmen laughed holding her up higher. Syd finally obeyed and he gently plopped her on the first saddle. “Good girl” he told the horse, feeding her the marshmallow and putting the packet in his pocket again before swiftly getting on behind Syd.

“Alright. Hard part done.” He reached around her waist, and she lifted her arms slightly.

“What- can you tell me what’s going on? I’m a horse virgin!” She said, and they both went quiet for a moment, before cracking up laughing. Syd leaned to her left slightly as she tried catching her breath, grabbing the rein for stability and tugging.

Star took off sprinting, Syd screamed in surprise, her body going tight with fear. Carmen quickly wrapped his arms around Syds waist protectively, tugging on the reigns “WOOOOAH!” He called to Star and she quickly came to a stop.

“Stand.” He told the horse firmly.

“What the fuck Carm I thought she was trained!” Syd exclaimed, gripping onto his forearms for dear life.

“I gotchu, you think I’d let her kick you off?” He tightened his arms around her. Carmen swore his heart was thumping so hard that she felt it on her shoulder blade.

“Also when she moves it’s hard to keep still.” She said nervously.

“Don’t worry, I gotchu, Syd. Lean into me, if our weight is centered then it’ll be easier for all 3 of us” he gently pushed at her stomach.

She leaned back into his broad chest, “see” he said softly. He was lucky the angle didn’t allow for her to see him, because his face was bright red, And having her body pressed against his…was making him flush somewhere else too.

He clicked his tongue and Stardust started walking again, at an easy comfortable trot. “This…is ok.” She said, much more comfortable now.

“I’m gonna take you t’one of my favorite spots.” He said, pulling on the reins to the left lightly so she would follow the left trail.

“Wow, already sharing secret spots huh? I think this therapist may just be Doctor of the year I don’t even think I’ve seen your favorite Chicago spots” she teased.

Carm laughed a bit, he felt so much lighter with Syd around. And life had been lighter ever since he got here.

“How is…uh- how is it back home?” He cleared his throat lightly. It was something that had being weighing on him. Yes, he was here, he was doing the thing. He was making Sugar happy. He was making Syd happy…but he would go back, at some point.

And his biggest fear was things will just go right back. He won’t have this outlet, he won’t have sunset rides with Stardust to ease his mind. He won’t have the cows happily running up to him and greeting him when he was the first one to bring out a bale of hay. He felt like if he was here, he may have the confidence to tell Syd how he feels. But back home? It was another life.

“Fine..things are..y’know. The usual shit. But nothing bad, no one’s getting locked in any freezers if that’s what you mean” she said playfully.

Carm rolled his eyes with a light smile. “Mmhmm. So the restaurant is-“

“Is fine.” She said. “I’d have told you. You know that.” She said and he nodded a bit.

“I know she scared you back there…but it’s pretty fun to go fast. You wanna try?” He asked.

She shifted a bit uncomfortably, her hands tightening around his arms that were holding the reins around her waist. “Uhh…maybe? Are you sure we won’t fall off?” She questioned.

“I’m sure. Here you can be the one to control it. Start light ok? With your legs.” He gently ran his hands down her thighs to right below her knees “here” he said softly, squeezing the flesh gently so she wouldn’t have to lean and look. “With that part of your legs, give her a little squeeze. But really light, or we’ll take out of here like a bat out of hell” he held around her waist again, securely holding the reins.

“Mmhmm” she said, she was beginning to feel hot- and not because she’d done any hard work in regards to getting the horse ready.

“Alright. Whenever you’re ready, you’re the boss” he said the last part softly in her ear. If it wasn’t for her jacket, he would see the goosebumps that had risen on her arms. She nodded quickly, staring straight ahead and trying to maintain her composure.

“So I just?” She squeezed gently and the horse picks up her speed slightly. “Oh…ok” she said.

“Told y’she was trained” Carmy teased and she rolls her eyes.

“Mmm you’ve done a very good job, bribing this horse with peeps. The staff know you do this?” She asked. Carmy snorted a laugh

“No. But she’s healthy. Made sure. She only gets one or 2 if she doesn’t listen.” He admitted.

She shook her head with a smile. “And how’d you find this out, Carm?” She leaned into him once more.

“I…” he laughed a bit, his chest vibrating with the movement and it made her heart warm.

“I uh…spent a few days in the library here. Reading up. After she threw me off. It’s all about trust with em. So I never lied to ‘er and I’ve never done something she didn’t expect because I always try to warn her.” He said, pulling her reigns a bit tighter.

“This is like a joyride Syd cmon, I said fast not an evening stroll.” He teased.

“Fine. Mister horse master- show me what Miss Stardust can do.” She said.

With 2 kisses and a quick tap of his heel, they were off like a rocket. He held Syd steady, being sure she wouldn’t have to do most the work of holding herself center as he gripped each reign with the opposite hand, holding them taught so Star knew to keep going.

Syd laughed, the wind flicking her dark curls all around. He wished she could see her amused expression. “Holy shit this is the best!” She shouted over the loud thuds of Stars hoofbeats.

“I know right! Can you believe she can go faster?” He said, holding his knees taut around her hips to keep her from sliding.

“Okay we are not! This is fine!” She said and sat up a bit “are we going into the-” She asks as Star begins to barrel through a creek, the freezing water spraying up and around them getting them slightly wet, the freezing water splashing from their calves up to their cheeks.. “CARMY!” She screams through laughter.

He could barely catch his breath as he laughed so hard his stomach and ribs ached. “I’m sorry!! Syd! Oh god-“ he chuckled “woah girl- woah” he called to the course and she slowed down once again to a stop.

“Fuck-“ Carmen chuckled “you okay?” He asked, picking a wet leaf from her jacket and throwing it to the forest floor.

“Yeah- I’m.. I’m fine. That was really fun actually. C’mon I wanna see the spot” she said and took it upon herself to tug the reins so Star would take off again

“Shi-it!” He quickly finds his balance, “warn me!! Oh god I almost flew off!!” He told her.

“You think I’d let her throw you off?” She mimics him from earlier and he takes the chance to playfully pinch her waist

“Yes because who’s in back and who’s in front?” He wrapped his arms around her again, taking the reins from her grasp. “Your reign privileges have been revoked for this riding lesson, Ms.Adamu”

She laughed a bit “I’ll earn them back. Don’t worry” she mused.

“Mmm we need to talk about more shit before I just literally hand the reins over. Coulda spooked her and we’d be fuckin dead.” he angled the outside reigns so she’d slow down as they came to the clearing.

“Here we are” he hopped off, raising his arms to help her down.

She carefully reached out for him and he lifted her off, gently setting her down. “Holy fuck Carmy” she turned around, watching the waterfall cascade down over the rocks.

“Right! Told you. It’s a fire spot” he went over to one of the rocks he usually sat at, plopping down and taking out a cigarette. “Oh- shit- can’t have y’running off” he told Stardust and chuckled, leaving the cigarette between his lips as he walked over to her, guiding her over to the tree, and hooking her right rein around a branch before sitting back down.

“Yeah…I can’t remember the last time I went somewhere so…” she trailed off, looking at all the trees and running water.

“Green?” Carmy lit his cigarette, taking a drag. “Not packed with smog? Somewhere that doesn’t smell like shit.” He said as he exhaled.

“…yeah” she said and laughed a bit. “Yeah. Guess that’s it.” She came and sat next to him. “What did you mean about her getting scared?” She asked curiously.

“Oh- a scared horse will fucking kill you. Not on purpose, but they’re big and pure muscle, and will do anything to get away from danger. I scared the shit out of her one time, that was it. Dislocated my shoulder 8th day here. Doing that hurts like a bitch by the way.” He rolled his shoulder gently.

“How’d you manage that? God I knew you were shit at chatting up girls but she dislocated your shoulder?” She teased.

He rolled his eyes with a playful smile, taking another drag. “Yes, I was fuckin around on the trail, dunno why- but there was this branch sticking out so I grabbed it, it snapped, she fuckin reeeared dude. I flew back so hard. My back might still be bruised I’m not sure. Still hurts a little to laugh” he said.

“You better have seen a doctor” she said.

“Ohhh silly Syd.” He sighed, a puff of smoke filling the air in front of him. “We aren’t allowed to refuse treatment here. If you get hurt, and you refuse to get help, it’s considered self harm, which leads to them believing you have suicidal ideation, which leads to you being locked in the actual nuthouse. So yes. I willingly went to the doctor daily for a week. And now, I’m being checked on once a week. So yeah. Oh and therapy daily. And every day I’m given my meds and someone checks over ‘pre-existing injuries’ which that is now considered. So yeah. I’m good. I’m fuckin fine as fine can be.” He said.

“Awww poor little chef, being taken care of so well that’s so hard isn’t it?” She teased and he gives her a playful glare, but couldn’t help but crack a smile when he realized she was smiling too.

“I was being taken care of fine at home by myself but you and my sister just had to ship me off after one tiny accident” he leaned back on his hand, taking another drag of his cigarette.

“It stops becoming an accident when you didn’t care, Carm. You didn’t care. It didn’t phase you. You weren’t even…you weren’t even scared. Just because you didn’t do it on purpose doesn’t mean you did the sane thing which would have been doing everything you could to not let something like that happen.” She said, her tone suddenly serious.

He looked down at his lap, swallowing thickly. He suddenly felt all of the armor he’d spent the last 31 days chipping at, slowly start to meld back together and shell him back in at the shame the whole situation was making him feel.

“I have nightmares…you know. About it. What happened” she said quietly, and he could physically feel his heart ripping open.

The only sound between them was the bubbling stream, and the sounds of their even breaths.

“I’m sorry.” He said quietly, gaze fixed on his lap knowing he would burst into tears at the admission she’d been so deeply plagued by something he’d done, if he had looked at her.

“I know” was all she said, gently resting her hand on top of his. He felt the same fireworks exploding in his chest that he only ever felt when she was around.

“Do you um…” he clears his throat and shook his head, embarrassed by the question plaguing his mind. “Never mind it’s..it’s stupid.” He removed his hand, putting his cigarette in it and resting the hand opposite of her on the rock.

“That usually means it’s not stupid. What?” She coaxed, bumping his knee with hers gently.

“It’s stupid” he said again, shrugging his shoulders.

“It can’t be stupider then asking me what UPS means” She said playfully. He rolled his eyes, smiling and looking over at her.

“And what if it is?” He questioned.

“I would be..worried they’re giving you a bad concoction of meds that’s turning your glorious chef brain in to Swiss cheese” she teased

He snorts a laugh. “I was gonna ask..if you wanted to cook..t’night. My cabin…it uh- has a kitchen? I haven’t cooked in a month. They give us food so I haven’t really bothered but…seeing you makes me miss it more, I guess” he blushed, looking back down at his lap.

“Well obviously. Not gonna let you eat whatever bullshit they’ve been giving you while I’m around.” She said and he shook his head, meeting her gaze once more with a playful smirk.

“Maybe you should check in. My therapist says it’s bad apparently to feel ‘responsible for others’ - says it’s a ‘subconscious self harming behavior’ “ he teased.

She smiled a bit. “Okay- say I do. How about, I check in now, we shoot the shit for what- eleven more days- then, you go back home- and see how stressful it is in that restaurant when one of your hands is basically missing” she plucked the cigarette bud he’d forgotten about from between his fingers before it burnt him, flicking it into the creek.

“You know that’s the first time I’ve seen you smoke- other then…me like checking on you when you were about to explode at work. But you’ve never…pulled one out and smoked it I guess” she said, pulling her knees to her chest and resting her cheek on her forearm as she looked at him.

“Oh…” he said, pulling one of his legs up and resting his arm on it. “Didn’t realize you noticed” he said, brushing some dirt off his jeans.

“I notice a lot of stupid shit about you, it’s kinda annoying honestly.” She said without thinking, her eyes widening when she realized and she looked the other way, resting her other cheek on her knee and squeezing her eyes shut.

Why would you ever say that?! She asked herself internally.

“Oh?” He said again, smiling a bit. “You do?” He questions, but that was as far as he’d push.

“Mhm” was all she responded. Carmys phone started buzzing in his pocket and he pulled it out in case it was one of the ‘base keepers’ they called them. Carmy rather call them babysitters. He knew what they were for, being sure if they were out of sight too long they were making sure they could still get ahold of them.

He sighed in relief when he saw it was just his 2:40 alarm. “Gotta go” he stood up, offering his hand to Syd. “Like- now. Or my ass is getting chewed out.”

The ride back to the cabins was mostly silent. He had no stool this time, so he had to pick up Syd essentially by the ass and gently place her on Stars back so she didn’t get spooked.

He was embarassed as fuck that the tiny action had the crotch region of his jeans tightening more then was casually explainable. Thank god no one was around to see him awkwardly hop in the way of his semi hard third leg down his left pant leg, grunting but covering it with a dry cough when she settled her ass back into him to ‘center their gravity’

Syd absolutely felt the firmness pressing into her ass. She thought it was a bit funny, but also brushed it off to the strange friction that came with riding a horse. She couldn’t allow herself to fully believe his teenage like excitement was due to her, or she’d go insane.

Carmy dropped Syd off at his cabin, giving her the key and telling her he’d put up Stardust and be back by 5, she would be blushing if it weren’t for her mahogany complexion at the domesticity of it all - er what she could imagine domesticity with Carmy would feel like.

Her panties were also soaked through from the feeling of his enormous length pressed into the curve of her ass - the entire way back - but she just chalked that up to not getting laid for a few months, and misreading his natural arousal for him being horny- she quickly pushed the thought down and just chalked it up to the horse. Because guys get hard when they ride horses…right? Right?!

Carmen arrived to therapy extremely frustrated, and extremely ready to talk. He sat down in his regular spot in the back, tapping his knee nervously and covering his crotch with his hands. Luckily, thinking about his mother was enough to make him soft nearly instantly so he had that to thank her for at least.

“Alright guys!” Julienne, the usual Friday therapist came in, sitting in her spot in the circle. “Who is up today! We are-“ she looks at her iPad “oh! Yes this is another OP class, so- no pressure but, I wanna hear what’s goin on!” She crossed her legs.

Julie was far from his favorite therapist, at Blue Lotus. But he wasn’t his least favorite. So he would still talk. He cleared his throat, raising his hand slightly.

“Carmy?! What a treat! Okay what’s up” she grabbed her little stylus pencil. He bit the inside of his lip nervously. He despised how casual she tried to make this all feel.

“Uh…so- my um…business partner, she came to see me. I guess I haven’t been…keeping touch? Enough? She just said she was worried…” he cleared his throat again, gaze fixed on his lap. “And uh…I’m startin’ t’-t’realize stuff?” He sniffled nervously, rubbing his mouth with slightly clammy, nervous hands.

“She uh..” he chuckled a bit. “She…she just…showed up. Didn’t hear shit from ‘er. She probably knew that I’d uh…I’d tell ‘er no?” He finally meets the gaze of Julie.

“Okay. You know guests are allowed right? Like- during the visiting hours, 6am to 11pm, no fraternizing between patients but-“ Carmen cuts her off

“We aren’t - no. Not fraternizing” He shook his head. “But uh…today? We were- we were sitting. This spot, near uh, Jupiter point? On the north side. And I had this- this urge T-to tell her…everything.” He shook his head, looking at the floor again.

“So…you wanted to tell her you love her?” Jesse, one of the guys he’d had lunch with a few times piped up.

“T’be honest, I don’t know.” Carmen said honestly, looking at him.

“Well what does it feel like?” Jesse asked, sitting up a bit.

“What? Like- what does what feel like?” Carmen asked curiously.

“Her. Being with her. Talking to her? Inside. Like. Your chest. Your skin?” He questioned.

“Uh…” Carmen sat back, swallowing thickly and crossing his arms over his chest. He thought for a moment.

“Hot. I get hot. All over. My chest feels tight but - but good? Like- a hug almost. And then…when she…” he blushed, looking down with a shy smile. “When she touches me” he shook his head slightly. “When she touches me it’s like um.. fireworks? Like fireworks beneath my skin.” He chuckled a bit at how cheesy it sounded.

“And you haven’t fucking nailed her?” Jessie asked plainly.

Carmen furrowed his brows, glaring at him. “No” he clenched his jaw “I haven’t.” He snips.

“Dude- you are- pussy whipped with no pussy?! You- you love her, Carmen. You love this chick. I feel like I’m looking in a weird straight mirror - the first time-“ he laughed a bit “the first time I kissed a guy- god. He was so hot. But I had no idea! I had no idea. I really thought that I was just-“ he shook his head “that I was just wanting to befriend him? Or something? But like- I wanted to fuck him. And when I did kiss him? Something unlocked in my brain dude. It was like…like a whole new world. I felt like I knew - I knew what love could feel like? Just ‘cause of that one kiss “ he shrugged.

Carmen looked at him, arms crossed, trying to absorb everything he was saying even though every fiber of his former self was screaming to take it with nothing more than a grain of salt.

“Kiss her dude. Kiss her.” Jesse said and sat back in his chair.

“Well. Although, consensual sexual instances are against the code of conduct to discuss - I am very proud to see you two coming out of your shells. Has anyone else felt… confused in their romantic endeavors and would like to share?” Julie asked.

Carmen crossed his arms tighter, looking down at his lap. This was quite unusual for him, he was one of the patients to only add what he had to to be credited during inpatient, and during outpatient - only spoke when he really and honestly had to.

“Uh-“ the super tall girl, Shayna sits up. Carmen was never really sure why she was here. She looked…perfect by all means. Perfect skin, perfect nails, pretty face, long blonde hair, a perfect body by girl standards. Or at least what Carmen had understood of them.

“Not really the same.. but before I came out? I like…I would uh buy…girl clothes. That I liked. For my girlfriends at the time…” she blushed “and um.. I realized after a while that I liked them. And I wasn’t just..wanting to see my girlfriend in them. And like- it’s not the exact same, but when he said… about how Jesse realized he wanted the guy. That’s how I felt when I finally tried the clothes on” she shrugged.

Carmen was…aghast. He just simply stared at her. He’d never met- or thought- he’d ever met a trans person before today. But…Shayna?

Well- he was wrong because he had met her, they actually knew each other fairly well as far as patients go, she joined the program when he did. When they first met, she’d made a joke about how they were the tallest girl and shortest guy in the class, so that meant they were bound to be friends, since opposites attract - and that earned a chuckle out of him before his meds had even fully evened out.

“I love the cis-and-confused look- it’s cute” she said and laughed a bit. Carmen blushed, smiling a bit.

“Not confused- well, maybe. Maybe a little. Y’Just so…dainty? I dunno..” he shrugged.

“In case you haven’t noticed- mr.little man syndrome- you’re only one out with the cows doing the hay on time in the morning. Ninty percent of the group is your version of dainty ” Jesse teased.

“Jesse” Julie gives him the look. “I’d assume that means- the rest of you that aren’t out helping with the bales- are scraping out the cow pens? Since Carmen is doing all the hard work according to you.”

“I’m not girl- fuck no! The second I got out of inpatient house arrest? I walked my happy ass down to Walmart and bought me some blackout curtains. I recommend those to all of you! Oh my god and some ear plugs!! The stupid fucking roosters! Worst 15 days of my lifeee! I’m never coming back here peace and love to you all though. Truly. Can’t stand this cow shit stank ass place.” Shayna said dramatically, causing Carmen to chuckle a bit.

He had loved her boldness since they’d met. If Shayna didn’t want to do something- she wasn’t doing it. He learned that the day the staff tried to force her on anti-depressants. One of the main therapists got a Wellbutrin straight to the eye, they never attempted that battle the same way again.

“We know Shayna you aren’t shoveling scat, princesses don’t do that” Jesse mocked her valley girl tone.

“Okay! Okay. Alriiiight! Back on track- done with the bickering!” Julie said. “Now that open call is over let’s move on to breakthroughs. This issss-“ she looks at her iPad “ah- yes! D group. So. That makes it-“ he checks her watch “ah- right. 11 days! How are your light tunnel projects going?” She questioned.

Carmen’s chest tightened, but not in the Syd is smiling or he made Syd laugh way- in the - I haven't done something I was meant to do way.

The Light Tunnel project wasn’t hard. It was simply one thing you have done that you had wanted to do when you came into the program. And Carmy knew what his answer was,

Admit how he felt to Sydney.

Or, as his Therapist- Mandy told him ‘become more truthful with yourself and those you know about how you feel’ because “counting on someone to like him back would put him at square one” he had pretended to understand, but knew that he had to tell her and soon - or he was going to really go insane.

“ my light tunnel was to talk to my asshole father- but lucky for me I just caught wind the motherfucker finally died thank god. So by default I win and don’t have to be here anymore cause his abandonment was what fucked me up anyhow“ Shayna said jokingly, causing Carm to snort a laugh. He knew she was only joking about the leaving early part, not the father part. Her father was an even bigger piece of shit then Carmen’s was, he had come to learn.

“Mmm that isn’t how it works we know that Shayna. We’ll talk more about this in one to one “ Julie told her and Shayna crossed her long legs, looking out the window.

The last 20 minutes of the session Carmen sat silently, looking out the opposite window to Shayna, watching the horses running around in the field before they got called in for dinner and just spacing out, thinking about what he may say to Syd.

“Yo - Carm space cadet” Shayna said before kicking his boot he jumped a bit, looking up at them both and had realized the room since had cleared and Julie was preparing for her next session.

“Shit.” He said “how long have I been like…like that?” He asked, his cheeks feeling hot.

“It’s the OCD meds. They get you stuck in a happy thought loop sometimes. Are you just gonna sit here? You wanna do another hour of this with sniveling group a? They got here three days ago.” Jesse said. Carm shook his head, getting up.

“No- no sorry” he said starting with them outside. Shayna laughed a bit

“You were thinking of screwing that business partner aren’t you. “ she said, causing Carmys cheeks to go pinker.

“Shayna shut up!” Jesse scolded, pushing her shoulder lightly.

“Awwww carmyyy are your feelings hurt little buddy? Do you need a hug? Jesus men are such pussys” she pushed open the doors of the therapy cabin for them.

“Let me see pictures of this hot chick. If you don’t fuck her I will and I bet I’d do a better job” Shayna teased as they started heading back towards the cabins.

Carmen couldn’t even process what she said as he felt his breath get caught in his chest, he saw her. She was sitting on the porch of his cabin, criss-cross in one of the rocking chairs as she writes in her notebook. He couldn’t help but stop and stare at the way the setting sun hit her bronze skin, her curls casting intricate patterned shadows on the wood. He felt his heart pick up, his chest squeezing in that way, the way that only happened when he saw her.

Shayna and Jesse stopped after a few moments when they realized Carm had gotten stuck behind. They both follow his gaze carefully to see what he was so fixed on, like a trance.

“Holy fuuuck!!! Holy fuck how did I get this lucky!! She’s here? She’s here still?!” Shana asked excitedly, “oh my god- you’re getting laid- tonight” she excitedly skips up to the cabin and Syd looks up, locking eyes with her before seeing Carmen just a few paces behind. “I’m Shayna! Do you and Carm wanna hang out with us tonight?”

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☁️ i dont request much cause i dont wanna be too annoying but since nobody requests for jerry... 🤓

what happens if she comes home and encounters several men attempting to kidnap her darling?

In a maze of horror

Female!mafia!yandere OC x reader

Jerry brings you on a mission and lets her possessiveness get the best of her which results in enemies trying to take you away from her.

Warnings: a lot of violence, blinding someone, slitting throat, blood, obsession, nudity (not nsfw) drugs + weed, one suggestive indication

Word count: 3k

I paired it with this ask⬇️

Jerry has brought you with her on a mission. She can't take more of your whining about being bored. Your emotions are like a ticking time bomb. Thankfully, this mission isn't dangerous. You're currently in the front seat of a car on a countryside road, going to a farm. On the outside, it looks like a normal farm industry, but hidden underneath those chicken eggs are drugs people can only imagine. It's Jerry's boss who's sent her out here to do the business. Jerry is the only one he trusts since she's his right hand man. Her boss doesn't mind you as long as you're not in the way. Jerry has told her boss that if he ever touches a hair on your head, she's killing him and taking the role of the boss herself. It had made him back off.

"Jerry", you say.

"Yes?" Jerry asks from the driver's seat.

"Will there be real animals there?"

"Why wouldn't there be?"

"If it's just a cover up for drug business … maybe there aren't real animals."

"Maybe you can cuddle a goat while I do the business."

You smile slightly. Your heart is beating loudly in your chest. The entire idea of having to join in on one of Jerry's missions terrifies you. Things can go wrong and then you're in the front line. And what will you do if the cops come? You haven't actually done anything wrong, but they'll not care. You're involved. That's enough.

"I want to go back", you say with a thin voice. "Can't we turn around?"

"Were almost there", Jerry sighs. "It's taken us one hour to get here, I'm not turning the car around."

The panic builds in your chest and you start to hit the seat. Jerry captures your hand in hers.

"Stop that", she demands sternly.

"I don't want to go!" you shout. "I changed my mind! Jerry, please-"

"You whined about coming with me, you can’t change your mind now. What are you so afraid of?"

"Everything. What happens if that man on the farm decides to kill us?"

"He won't. He needs the money and if he kills us he won't get it. Don't be scared."

Jerry's not unfamiliar to your mood swings. You get easily caught up in your own feelings and they double when you're stressed.

She pulls over to the side of the road and grabs a painful hold of your hand.

"Baby, look at me", she says.

When you do, you are met by her dark eyes.

"Your sensitivity will be the death of you if you don't control it", she tells you. "Hold it in and everything will be fine. As soon as we get home I'll take care of you."

"Do you promise?"

"No, Y/N, I'm just joking." She rolls her eyes. "Of course I promise!"

You wipe your tears.

"I'm sorry", you whisper.

You know that Jerry can't stand your emotional outbursts. They annoy her.

"Baby, you should be lucky I love you", Jerry sighs heavily and starts to drive again. "Otherwise I'd gotten rid of you a long time ago."

"I can stay in the car if you're afraid of me embarrassing you."

Jerry glares at you. "No fucking way, you're going to stay by my side. I'm going to handcuff your hand to mine if you continue to talk like that."

"I don't want to ruin anything for you … I know how important this is for you …"

"Oh, Y/N, shut the fuck up already!"

You flinch at her loud voice.

"I'd rather have you weeping like a fucking baby clinging onto my shoulder than have you out of my sight!" Jerry continues. "You shouldn't care about ruining anything for me because in the end, I'm the one that controls the situation. I'll always fix what you mess up because you're mine to care for. I'll always take the blame for the shit you do, so stop worrying about it. All you need to know is that you should stay by my side. Got it?"

You nod quickly.

Jerry drives into the farm's parking lot. She nods at you to get out. She grabs your hand as quickly as she reaches you.

"Now just be quiet and do as I say", Jerry tells you. "If you start to cry again, hide behind me."

You nod. Jerry pulls you with her to a big building made of blurry plastic — most likely a garden.

"Sean, you imbecile, where are you?" Jerry shouts.

A man looking higher as a kite sticks his head up between the rows of plants.

"Come on, Sean, did you have to smoke before we came?" Jerry groans.

"It's not my fault that you scare the living crap out of me, Jerry", the man spits back. “I had to do something to relax.”

"I will not only scare the crap out of you if stop fucking around. Hurry up! I don't have all day."

"Fine, fine." The man walks over to her, giving you a look. "Who's that?"

"No one you need to care about. Just give me what I want and then go back to filling your empty head with weed."

The man named Sean rolls his eyes and gestures for the two of you to follow him. Jerry gives you a firm look when you tug at her leather jacket. You sigh and look down at the ground.

You walk into the chicken house. The sight of the birds causes your heart to swell. Oh how pretty they are. They look so nice. You reach out your hand to touch one that comes walking over to you.

“Don’t fucking touch it!” the man shouts with a raspy voice.

You flinch heavily and back away with wide, terrified eyes. Jerry gives you a quick look over her shoulder before she steps in front of you and picks up her gun, directing it towards the high man. You hide behind your human shield.

“Don’t you dare shout at my baby”, Jerry growls with a warning, steady voice that sends shivers down your spine. She speaks through gritted teeth. “Get down on your knees and apologize. Now.”

The man trembles as he pathetically sinks down on his knees. You peek out from behind Jerry to see him glaring at you while mumbling out an apology.

“Pathetic little shit”, Jerry scoffs at Sean. “My baby wanted to touch a hen, why the fuck would you care, huh? You only use them to hide your filthy business.” She turns her head to you. “Pick up a hen, Y/N.”

You shake your head.

“Pick up a goddamn hen”, Jerry orders.

Your shaking hands pick up one of the birds and hold it against your chest.

“Good girl/boy”, Jerry praises you before turning back to the man with a harsher voice. “See? The world didn’t end. Now give me what I came for before I blow your head up.”

The man collects the small bags of drugs for Jerry as she holds the gun towards him. You cuddle the hen while Jerry does her business. It gives you comfort. The small, living thing in your hands reassures you somehow. It’s little, warm body feels comforting in your arms.

“Let’s go, Y/N”, Jerry says. “I’m done.”

You sigh as you put down the hen on the floor. Jerry grabs your arm and pulls you out.

"Go wait in the car, I'll be there soon", Jerry says and pushes you towards the car. "Don't try to run."

"What are you going to do?" you ask.

"I didn't like how he looked at you. I won't be able to feel at ease unless I take care of him."

"Are you going to … to kill him?"

"No. I'm going to make sure he won't be able to see anyone again."

You beg her to reconsider and not do it, but she's already made up her mind. You run over and hug her to prevent her. Tears run down your cheeks and Jerry sighs heavily. She pushes you off of her and you can tell that your emotions once again have annoyed her.

"Car, now", she orders you sternly. "Don't make me fucking repeat myself."

You listen to her this time. You might turn blind too if you're not careful. With a singing feeling in your stomach you drag yourself to the car while Jerry returns to the chicken house. You hide your face and cover your ears to block out the screams of Sean. They echo through the countryside, over acres and fields.

Jerry returns ten minutes later with bloody hands. You refuse to look at her. Tears run down your cheeks and Jerry does nothing to try to wipe them.

"There's snacks for you in the hand compartment", she says simply and starts the engine.

Your shaking hands reach out to the handle in front of you, finding a pack of gummy bears. Silently, you start chewing the candy which tastes salty thanks to your tears.

A few days pass by. You’ve managed to heal from the mess at the farm and Jerry has gone back to being herself. Not too mad, not too nice. You’re no longer allowed to come with her on the missions and you’re unsure that you’d want to. She leaves during the day and comes back late at night. Everything seems to be normal. Or that's what you think.

You’re at home watching TV like any other day. You’ve been binge watching ‘Family Guy’ for the last week and are just about to start season seventeen when a ‘click’ grabs your attention. Confused, you turn the volume down and eventually turn it off.

“Jerry, is that you?” you ask over your shoulder. “Why are you back so early?”

The light turns off. You freeze in your position, carefully hugging yourself.

“Sorry, darling, but we aren’t your mistress.”

You flinch at the strange voice and turn around fully to see three men entering the living room armed with knives.

“Who the fuck are you?!” you gasp, pressing yourself closer to the couch when they’re moving closer, eventually grabbing your arm. “Don’t touch me!”

“Now be a good girl/boy and stay still.”

The knives glisten in the light. You start to kick and hit, doing everything that Jerry has taught you. She’s known that you’ve had to defend yourself sooner or later. She’s brought you to gyms to train you up, but seeing you drenched in sweat with hair sticking to your forehead turns the fight into another wrestling match that doesn’t teach you anything but how her body works.

You’re using all of your techniques, combining them into one murderous performance. But they’re not enough for three armed muscular men. They’re getting in hit after hit and swings their knives around.

Jerry notices that something’s wrong the second she gets off her motorcycle. She finds the front doors off its hinges and the light switched off. She reaches for the knives strapped to her legs.

A scream catches her attention. Your scream.

"Y/N?" Jerry asks quickly, looking around. "Y/N, where are you?"

"Jerry, help!" you shout. “Help me!”

The panicked tone in your voice is enough for Jerry to be filled with new adrenaline. She follows the sound of thumping and thus, finding you in the living room. Surrounded by three men. You're bruised and blood drips from your nose and lips. Jerry takes a better grip on her knives, feeling how her vision turns red.

"Get the fuck away from them", she says warningly.

One of the men grabs you and pulls you up against his chest, a knife positioned over your throat. Your eyes glow in fear.

"You blinded our dealer and ruined our chance to get our drugs that we paid dear for", he says. "It's not more than right for us to take something from you. To make up for it. An eye for an eye, to say. If you excuse the pun."

The man above you gives a bloody grin, but Jerry doesn't move a muscle.

"You're not taking Y/N anywhere", she says in a dark tone you've had the pleasure of never hearing until now. "And if you're so stupid to think that you can take them from me, then I'll make sure you understand."

The following moments are brutal. Jerry throws one knife at the man who’s holding you captive, hitting him in the leg. He drops you and you fall forward. The other two try their best to get you, but Jerry throws one knife into his neck and kicks the other between his legs. She’s quick to grab your arm and throws you behind her. You fall down on the floor by the force and you’re too tired to hold yourself up. She still has two knives left strapped to her leg. With one, she slits the man she kicked in the throat and the other she plunges right into the heart of the man who had held you. With trembling hands, she turns around to look at you with wide eyes. You’re both covered in blood, both bruised and full of adrenaline. You could never have thought that you’d be this similar to Jerry. She embraces you tightly and for once shows her rare emotions. She kisses your forehead and hides your face into her shaking, bloody shoulder with her trembling hands.

"Fucking hell ... oh my ... come, Y/N, let's leave." She pulls you up on your feet. "We can't stay here, they've found out where I live. I'm sorry, I honestly thought you were safe here. I'm so fucking stupid. Come, baby doll, it'll be okay. You can walk, I'm sure. Don't be scared, they're dead."

“I’m so fucking scared, Jerry …”, you whisper.

She runs her shaking hand through your hair. “I know, baby. Don’t be. I’ll always protect you, okay? You don’t have to worry. Come on now, we have to leave before someone notices what’s happened.”

She drags you out to her motorcycle as she fishes up her phone, calling her boss.

“Boss, I’m in so much shit!” she hisses as he picks up. “So much fucking shit.”

“What have you done?” her boss asks.

“I might have blinded Sean because he was disrespecting Y/N and his customers found out. They found where I live, boss! They tried to fucking kidnap Y/N! I killed them, but I’m worried there will come more soon.”

“Come to the headquarters. We’ll figure this out.”

“Get a room ready for Y/N. They need to rest.”

“Fine.”

Jerry hangs up and turns to you. You’ve sitten down on the asphalt and started to cry. Normally, she would shout at you for being so wimpish, like last time … but this time she can’t blame you.

“Baby …”, she sighs heavily and lifts you up on your feet. “Come here. You’ll get to sleep soon. They’ll fix a room for you at the headquarters where you’ll get to rest. Jump up on my motorcycle.”

And you do. She forces you to hug her from behind as she drives all the way to the headquarters. You rest your cheek on her shoulder.

The second she stops, you jump off, already sick to your stomach. Jerry drags you into the headquarters — a building underground. She tells you to keep your eyes shut to avoid seeing something you shouldn’t. She leads you by the arm through dimly lit corridors until she reaches her boss’ office. You open your eyes and look at the man.

“Jerry!” he breathes out and stands up from behind his desk. “You look like shit!”

He’s about to turn his eyes to you, but Jerry covers you with her body.

“I feel like shit”, she mutters and pushes you forward. “They need a room. And to wash themselves.”

“The showers and a guest room are ready for them. We need to talk about this and see how much shit you’ve put me in.”

“Got it, boss. Let me just get myself cleaned up before I lose my fucking mind. It’s cold.”

She doesn’t wait for a response. You get dragged to a bathroom where Jerry starts to strip.

“Take off those clothes”, Jerry says over her shoulder. “We’ll burn them.”

You remove your clothes with shaking hands, not wanting to see what your body looks like. Jerry pulls you into a shower and turns on the water. She lets you sit down on the tiled floor with your back against the wall. Jerry washes you before she washes herself. Her actions are soft and gentle, a contrast to her normal personality. She must have gotten really scared tonight. She's stuck in a maze of horror and all she wants is to keep you out of it. She wants to find the exit, but it's always moving, trapping her deeper.

“You’re only mine, you know that, right?” she whispers in your ear.

“Yeah”, you whisper.

“And you know that I’ll never let anyone take you from me, right?”

“Yeah …”

Jerry gives your wet lips a deep kiss. She holds you in her arms, running her hand over your back to sooth you. She whispers possessive nothings into your ear, about how you’re hers, only hers, that no one will take you away from her. And somewhere in your manipulated mind, you calm down.

When you’ve dried yourself and put on a bathrobe, you’re led to a bedroom. Jerry tells you to go to sleep as she’s going to go talk with her boss.

“Please don’t leave”, you whisper. “I’m scared.”

“There’s nothing to be scared of”, Jerry says. “The door will be locked and I will be the only one with the key. I’ll be back later after my boss kicks my ass. I can tell that he’s not happy. But I don’t regret a damn thing. Sleep well, baby doll.”

With that said, she gives you a slight smirk before closing the door after her. She locks the door and feels the handle twice to make sure you’re going to be safe. After, she braces herself for a scolding so long that it’ll burn into her mind. But Jerry stands by her decision to have blinded Sean. He was looking at something that belonged to her. No one does that.

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