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wingedjellyfishflight · 2 months

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Harem in Reverse

"You're soon to be 26, Your Royal Highness. You must put together your harem soon or risk being married off to whomever the regent chooses for you." You sigh, nodding in agreement. Choosing a direct husband would be against the rules, and frankly, you weren't interested in interviewing for the perfect man. Choosing many for their adherence to various qualities, though. That would be a good choice. "Shall I put forth a call for certain attributes? Strong arms? Large chest? Impressive intellect?"

"No, I want to review the troops this week. I will find my consorts among the best our nation has to offer." The advisor looks stunned.

"Your Royal Highness, those are rough men. They do not have the breeding or training to handle you gently as a consort should. They are-."

"Advisor Williams, I know what attributes I am looking for. Schedule me to review the best of the troops, then. If none catch my eye, then I will consider others." The advisor nods, frustrated at not being heeded, but knowing they must follow a direct order.

The following week, you are almost nervous while getting ready, the beginning of butterflies in your stomach. If you weren't so tired, you're sure it would be worse, but the night before was yet another attempt on your life. They are becoming more frequent and more violent now.

Sighing, you hurry to the courtyard where your mount, Rosebud, is waiting. A gift that you feel had been meant to be another threat on your life. The mount was no ordinary horse or pony. Instead, it was the largest draft mule you had ever seen. If you had treated him like a horse, you're sure the thing would have stomped within minutes. He was a vain creature who had to be sweet-talked and treated with utmost respect before he would agree to do much of anything. He was covered in whip and spur scars, telling anyone that he was difficult to force submission from, despite their best efforts. Not that you thought anyone could force an animal born of a mammoth jack donkey and a Shire horse to submit physically. You loved each and every scar, the signs of his stubborn nature on display for all to see.

"Hello, sweet boy." You greet him and let him snuffle you over, waving off the over eager stable hand. "May I ride you today? I am to inspect the troops." He blows a huff of air and turns his head away. You slide your hand along his proud neck and across his withers to the saddle. Checking it over, you deem it done well enough and climb on his back. Your legs spread wide across his broad barrel. Your advisors turn away, knowing that you will refuse their most strident pleas to ride sidesaddle.

"Let us inspect the troops." With that, the company is off at a quick walk to the parade grounds. Your group of advisors and the personal guard that you only marginally trust join the General and his entourage at the front of the formation. You strongly dislike the General. He is somehow the worst mix of ass kissing and condescending.

"The army is excited to be inspected this morning, Your Royal Highness." You barely manage to cover your snort. There is no way they are happy to be here standing in the sun to be inspected on your whim. You move from company to company, looking over the men and pointing out individuals to be inspected, but seeing none you would consider as consort. Reaching the special forces, the rabid dogs as your advisors refer to them, the General is incensed to see that the leader of one is missing.

"Where is the Captain? This is not an optional inspection!"

A man steps forward, "He was injured in a skirmish this week and is still confined to the hospital, General Argus." Looking over the group, you see several still sport bandages and healing abrasions. You nudge your mount closer, his ears perked forward in a match to your curiosity. The General apologizes to you for the disrespect of the men for not appearing but is cut off.

"Your Royal Highness. Escaping the hospital took longer than predicted. For that, I sincerely apologize." You turn, seeing a man limping toward the formation at a quick pace. This must be the Captain. As he falls in, you dismount your mule, resting your hand on his broad neck. Your personal guard hurriedly surrounds you, standing much too close. Rosebud takes exception to being crowded, ears flattening against his head. He strikes out like a snake. His teeth click just shy of the nearest man, who stumbles back yelling and unsheathes a sword. Without a thought, you draw your own ceremonial dagger.

"Touch one hair on Rosebud, and I will gut you." Everyone around you freezes before slowly backing away. "I will not be crowded by your incompetent forms when I am here to inspect the troops." They retreat from your anger, not wanting to risk you calling for their death. Rosebud drops his head, relaxing, and you absentmindedly rub his long ear the way he loves. His lip twitches and his eyes half close for a moment before he pulls away. You step forward, and Rosebud matches your pace, keeping his shoulder just behind yours. It took months to build up a relationship with him, and now he is putty in your hands most days.

An advisor tries to signal you to stay back, but you ignore them, your eyes on the men, looking for the best of them. You memorize the name of the Captain and another likely candidate, signaling Advisor Williams to your side. He groans but carefully walks to you, eyes locked on the increased alertness of Rosebud.

"I will have an audience with this Captain Price and Colonel König. As soon as the men are dismissed. In private." You walk forward and give a cursory inspection to the man who had spoken on the Captain's behalf. His uniform is impeccable, you are happy to see. You don't want them punished on your behalf. The smirk on his face beneath his mask sends a thrill through you. Another man who is not cowed by your station. That is important in advisors. Lieutenant Riley, his uniform says. You nod and mount Rosebud again, rejoining the pack of advisors to inspect the remaining troops. No others catch your eye.

Walking into your State room, you signal for everyone except the two soldiers to leave. While unusual, they are compelled to do so by your haughty glares and Advisor Williams guiding them away, barring the doors behind him and standing guard. Sitting in your throne, you drag your eyes over the men. Colonel König is wearing his customary face covering, and Captain Price has the cover he is well-known for in his hands.

"I have a proposal for you both that I want you to carefully consider. This proposal will not be spoken of again if you decline and it will not leave this room." The men perk up, and you see heat in their eyes as they consider one of the possibilities of your words. "I need advisors who are not advisors." That throws them off, and you see the Colonel shift uneasily. "These advisors would be the closest of any man or woman to me. They would teach and protect me with their very lives. My life is under threat and has been since the King and Queen died, my uncle taking over as Regent. I need advisors who will help me oust him and take my rightful place on the throne without contest and without raising his suspicions. Thus, I need men who will join my harem." You pause, savoring the way their faces change as they process this.

"Your Royal Highness, are you asking us to find you men to join your harem? That is most unusual, but we will do our best." You shake your head at Captain Price.

"Yes, but not in the way you are thinking. I am asking the two of you to join my harem and to advise me on the best men to round out such a harem. To be advisors and leaders in removing the despot from his fake throne. To be my lovers, spoiled in every way and to guard me from all attempts on my life. I want you both, and I trust you to choose others and to bring them to me for approval. If you decline this position, we shall never speak on it again."

"Yes, I would be honored to be chosen for your harem, Your Royal Highness." Colonel König does not hesitate to agree. He feels he has loved you from afar for years, and this is an opportunity he will not squander.

"I would be as well, Your Royal Highness." Captain Price is confident that declining now would be a mistake, and he is not a man prone to mistakes. "I have a few men in mind that would be good additions. They are a bit of a package deal." You nod, expecting as much.

"Their names?"

"John MacTavish, Simon Riley and Kyle Garrick, Your Royal Highness."

"I have two in mind that would be good choices as well. Hiro Watanabe and Kim Hong-jin. They are foreign, but good, loyal and strong men, Your Royal Highness."

The smile you bestow them with is almost a surprise to the men. "Then, I wish for you to gather your men and their belongings. You will join me tonight, my consorts."

"Yes, Your Royal Highness." The men bow and leave, stunned at the way this meeting has gone. You order Advisor Williams to prepare the harem quarters and pack your own belongings secretly. It would be folly to live apart from the men who will be your new private guard and you would be lying if you weren't excited to see under those perfectly done uniforms.

#konig x reader #könig x reader #call of duty #cod smut #ghost cod #ghost x reader #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #captain john price #price x reader #soap x reader #gaz x reader #hiro watanabe #kim hong jin #simon riley x reader

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foldingfittedsheets · 2 months

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We had the most egregiously evil little pony horse when I was growing up. I know everyone says that. Ponies are one of the animals that truly understand how to commit crimes but she was really deeply atrocious. One time she tried to murder me. Her name was Fancy.

I feel I should slightly explain here. See, my parents bought two acres with a house and a barn and pasturage and went “We’re farmers now!” They had absolutely no idea what they were doing. And at a certain point along that journey my mom got her hands on a horse. Technically she was half pony half horse so she was this weird middle size.

Fancy belonged to a friend of hers and he showed her how to saddle Fancy. And that was it. That was all we knew about this horse. So my mom brings her home and saddles her and we decide to go for a ride on this new creature in our lives. But Fancy, being the savvy bitch she was, was far too canny for our dumb asses.

Her maiden ride went to my older brother and ended rather abruptly when the saddle slid completely sideways and my brother toppled off her, miraculously unharmed but unwilling to ever try again. This made me like Fancy somewhat, because I hated my brother.

Those familiar with horse trickery would have caught her ruse but Fancy had deliberately held her breath to make the saddle seem tight enough. But in stride she let the breath out, the saddle loosened, and my brother came toppling down. She planned that fuckup.

I was a bit more game, being a dedicated horse girl. I wanted to succeed where my loathsome brother had failed. Keep in mind: none of us had ever ridden. We had no idea what we were doing, and in the only defense I’ll ever make of that hoofed demon it was probably not pleasant to have a human flopping on her back like a sack of potatoes. But I paraded around in a circle until she scraped my leg against a fence post. I lasted longer than my brother but had to admit riding an animal radiating malice at you is not comfortable.

We didn’t really ride Fancy much after that. She was a decorative aspect to the fields. Sometimes I’d sit on her bare back while she was eating. Every so often she’d buck me off for assuming familiarity with her.

But Fany's coup de grâce took several months. Most of the pasturage had electric fence running along it to keep the livestock from testing the fences or getting a taste for freedom. My parents were constantly moving fence posts and reallocating land to different purposes which is how one of the major gates ended up with electric fence running over top. During a move the wire got left up from the last border and now it was strung over what should have been an open passage.

I was taking a ride on Fancy, living in a fantasy that I had any idea what I was doing. My mom was out working in the yard, and as she passed through she left the gate open, forgetting the wire hazard. You know who didn't forget?

Fancy.

She beelined for the open gate and I realized a second too late what her plan was. I hauled back on the reins with all my strength but she powered through, charging at the wire. If I'd caught on sooner I could have tipped forward and probably cleared it.

It was roughly chest height. But she was too savvy, keeping a slow pace right up until the passage, and I didn't have time to react. The thought of getting electrocuted sent me down into a terrified backward limbo, desperately trying to flatten myself along her back.

It almost worked. But instead the wire caught under my chin, pressing back into my neck like a garrote. The only good news was that the wire wasn't live, but I was still in terrible danger. I squealed and wiggled and managed to twist my neck enough that the wire scraped over my face instead of pressing deeper. Once we were through Fancy stopped and turned to regard me, disappointed that her assassination had failed. My neck was bleeding but my head remained attached.

My mother was absolutely terrified and I was pretty shaken myself. We unsaddled Fancy for the last time, as full on murder was a bit more than I was willing to bear for the sake of pretending to be a fantasy hero on an epic journey. My neck still has a faint scar from her homicidal tendencies.

Fancy got to remain a decorative horse for many years after that, free of our attempts to ride her. Her last torment was when my mother decided to try to breed her to achieve an animal that was less interested in murder.

But Fancy, true to form, brutally attacked the stallion sent to service her, even when hopped up on horny hormones. There would be no foals from Fancy, and her saga ended when we sold her to another unlucky soul.

#ramblies #writing #story #funny story #true story #horses #horse #horse girl #ffs foibles #pony

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soulprompts · 3 months

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IDEAS FOR A DATE! ( A PROMPT LIST! )

now before i give this list, i want to address two things: 1) i'm enclosing a list of reasons for people to go on dates, because i want to, and also because there's some very good reasons for dates, and 2) i plan to write another list that's not as modern and contemporary, for my historical and fantastical and science-fictionally minded angels! for now, bon appetit: remember, your muses might be undercover, on a blind date, on a first date, matched online, a platonic date, trying to make other love interests jealous, like there are so many reasons, don't be shy, and DON'T ADD TO THIS LIST.

[ LEARN ]: the sender and receiver attend a class together (e.g. for cooking, baking, dancing, pottery, etc.) for a date.

[ ARCADE ]: the sender and receiver decide to visit an arcade together for a date.

[ DRINK ]: the sender and receiver meet each other at a bar for a date.

[ SANDY ]: the sender and receiver go to the beach together for a date involving strolling, a picnic, swimming and watching the sunset!

[ STRIKE! ]: the sender and receiver meet at a bowling alley for a date to practice their bowling skills.

[ MORNING ]: the sender and receiver decide to meet for a breakfast date rather than a dinner one.

[ FOREST ]: the sender and receiver take a weekend break in the woods, staying in a lovely cabin surrounded by nature.

[ TENT ]: alternatively, instead of finding a cabin to stay in for the night, the sender and receiver pack their tents and head out for a camping trip instead.

[ POPCORN ]: the sender and receiver opt for the classic date option of going to see a movie at the cinema together.

[ CAFÉ ]: going for a more relaxed option, the sender and receiver arrange to meet up for coffee and cake at a local café for a date.

[ MUSIC ]: finding tickets to their favorite band's concert, the sender and receiver head out for the night to listen to them play.

[ BICYCLE ]: the sender and receiver mount their bikes and head off to cycle in the countryside together.

[ DUO ]: the sender and receiver set up the bluetooth speakers and dance together in the peace of their own home to the sounds of their favorite songs.

[ DIY ]: the sender and receiver are about to go out for a date, but instead end up staying at home to complete a DIY project together.

[ ESCAPE ]: the sender and receiver attempt to solve an escape room together for a particularly exciting date.

[ COMMUNITY ]: the sender and receiver visit a local fair, festival, market or parade together for a date.

[ PLUS ONE ]: the sender and receiver put on their glad rags and attend a very fancy and prestigious event together.

[ WINNER ]: the sender and receiver set up a game night (card games, board games, video games, etc.) at home for their date.

[ GELATO ]: the sender and receiver head out to the best ice-cream parlour in town for a cold and sweet date.

[ SPEED ]: the sender and receiver go to a go-karting track for a particularly competitive date.

[ HIKE ]: the sender and receiver lace up their hiking boots and head out to a scenic hiking route together.

[ SADDLE UP ]: the sender and receiver take the reins and head out for a scenic horseback riding session together.

[ UP ]: the sender and receiver take an unforgettable ride in a hot air balloon for a date.

[ SING ]: the sender and receiver find a local karaoke bar and take turns singing solos and duets together.

[ PAGES ]: the sender and receiver find a cozy library-café and spend an enjoyable date reading books and drinking coffee together.

[ CHEF ]: deciding to stay in for the evening, the sender and receiver decide to make dinner together in the comfort of their own home.

[ HOLE IN ONE ]: the sender and receiver find a nearby mini-golf course and decide to play a few holes together.

[ MOVIE ]: the sender and receiver pick a few movies to watch for the evening and curl up on the sofa with some snacks to watch them together.

[ PAST ]: the sender and receiver go to a museum or an art gallery together to see the displays and get to know one another better.

[ CLUB ]: the sender and receiver get dolled up and go to a very popular and newly opened nightclub together.

[ PORTRAIT ]: the sender and receiver get canvases and paints and begin to paint one another at home, leaving plenty of peace and quiet to get to know each other.

[ AIM ]: the sender and receiver get suited up to go for a paintballing session together.

[ OUTSIDE ]: the sender and receiver get their nicest blanket, their favorite refreshments, and head out to a park for a nice relaxing picnic.

[ ITALIANO ]: the sender and receiver attempt to make their own pizzas at home together.

[ DINNER ]: the sender and receiver go to a nice restaurant together for a dinner date.

[ ROAD ]: the sender and the receiver embark on a long but worthwhile road trip together.

[ ROWING ]: the sender and receiver get into a rowboat together and guide the boat down the river.

[ QUICK ]: the sender and receiver meet one another for the first time at a speed dating event.

[ ROLLER ]: the sender and receiver put their roller-blades on and hit the rinks together.

[ RELAX ]: the sender and receiver head out to a luxurious spa resort together for some well-earned rest and massages.

[ COMFORT ]: the sender and receiver transform their home into a makeshift spa and give each other facials and massages for the evening.

[ STARS ]: the sender and receiver stretch out on the rooftop/lawn/back of a truck etc. for a night of star-gazing together.

[ WALK ]: the sender and the receiver go out for a nice, relaxing stroll together to see the sights.

[ POOL ]: the sender and receiver go out to the pool, beach or lake for a swimming session together.

[ SHARE ]: the sender and receiver split the evening in half to teach one another a skill that they're particularly good at (e.g. the sender teaching the receiver how to paint, etc.)

[ QUIZ ]: the sender and receiver go out together and find a local pub that's hosting a table quiz event, which they decide to enter.

[ AWAY ]: the sender and the receiver decide to indulge in a long vacation somewhere that they've both wanted to go for a long time.

[ BREAK ]: in the spirit of compromising, the sender and receiver book a nice quiet weekend break together.

[ SIP ]: the sender and receiver book tickets for a wine tasting event in a local vineyard.

[ SAIL ]: the sender and receiver go out on a yacht for the evening.

#roleplay meme #rp meme #sentence starters #ask meme #roleplay prompts #rp prompt #writing prompts

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coryothesub · 2 months

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To Ride a Cowboy

nsfw / mdni / sub!coryo / dom!reader

“You can leave that cowboy hat on,” you instructed Coryo as he was rushing to get rid of his clothes thinking he was about to have the best time. But you had already decided it would be slow and torturous.

He had acquired that goddamn cowboy hat at the local thrift shop and now he kept parading around your apartment all day wearing nothing but his blue jeans. And that hat. The boy clearly wasn't learning from his mistakes and this called for some discipline.

Coryo was sitting on your bed, still wearing the hat, watching you undress slowly, making a little show for him. He was stroking his hardening cock and you let him have it for the time being.

Then you took off his hat and put it on your own head, instructing him to lay down. You gave him a flirtatious smile and straddled his hips before slowly sinking yourself down onto his rock hard member. You were already so wet from all the teasing therefore it was easy to take in all of his length without a single gasp.

Then you stood still, adjusting the hat.

“Please move, I need you to…” Coryo already sounded like a whiny little slut. Always so ready for you.

“Shhhh,” you pressed your pointer finger to your lips. “I'm not so sure you’ve been a good boy today. I would say you were a little tease. And naughty boys like you don't get to make requests.”

“I'm sorry I just…”

“Hush, baby…” you licked your fingertips and gently brushed them against your nipples, making them hard at the cooling sensation. Coryo tried to sit up and grab you, but you pushed him back on the sheets.

“No hands, darling!” you hummed.

“Are you gonna be good?”

Coryo nodded quickly.

You let almost all of his length slide out of your pussy and then slowly sank back down, clenching your walls around him, before stopping again. Coryo let out a helpless moan. He wanted you to move so badly.

“Look at you, holding on so well for me,” you praised him knowing he was not holding well at all. You could see the desperate need in his eyes and that felt hella arousing.

You put your two fingers between your lips and coated them with saliva before pressing them against your clit and starting rubbing yourself lazily.

It felt so good combined with Coryo's massive cock filling you up so nicely. You threw your head back and moaned in pleasure, using your free hand to hold the cowboy hat in place.

You started rocking your hips back and forth at a painfully slow pace, causing Coryo to try and thrust his hips up in an aching need to increase the friction.

“Whoa, be still, cowboy, or you gonna throw me out of the saddle.”

Coryo obliged. He definitely didn't want you out of the saddle.

“Good boy,” you praised and kept rubbing yourself, now moving up and down his shaft slowly. Still way too slow for his taste.

“Please, mommy! Can you move faster?” Coryo urged you, his eyes getting teary from your relentless edging. He knew he couldn't last much longer.

“Like this?” you started riding him, rocking yourself up and down as if you were indeed trying to tame a wild horse.

Coryo moaned and panted as you kept riding his dick, the sound of you thrusting against his hips filling the room.

“Feels so fucking good, mommy,” he groaned, clutching at the sheets since he had nothing else to hold on to.

“I'm making you feel good huh?” you cooed, then grabbed Coryo's hands and pulled him close. The boy immediately wrapped his lips around your nipple, panting heavily as he was getting close to the climax.

His lips felt so good on your sensitive skin. You felt your pussy clenching around him a few more times before getting your sweet release as you came all over his cock.

Your tightness brought Coryo over the edge and came inside your warm wetness shooting his load deep into your fucked out cunt moaning against the hollow of your neck.

“Fuck, that was perfect,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around you.

You took off the cowboy hat and put it back on his messy curls.

“Well you know what they say. Save a horse, ride a cowboy.”

#coriolanus snow #young coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus x you #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you #thg #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #thg tbosas #tbosas #blurb #cts post

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witchthewriter · 8 months

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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑶𝒏𝒆.

⤷ gender neutral, Valyrian blood (dragon rider), and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: I was inspired by @reiignonme, and I just HAD to do this. I'm so excited to write it. Also, I do know that dragons are aggressive creatures, but to their bonded rider, they're different.

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍:

・The God of Dragons, is what his title should have been

・But to you, he wasn't the intimidating beast that everyone saw him as.

・To you he was a work of art, a creation so wonderous that your breath hitched whenever you saw him.

・You show your love to him by laying beside him, treating him with respect and dignity.

・You hate leaving him on his own, but you allow him his independence.

・Never in a million years would you put him in the Dragonpit, chained and waiting for you.

・And in turn, he shows you his love by fiercely protecting you. He will fly you anywhere, and calls whenever he's beckoned.

・Only obedient to you, he doesn't listen to anyone else but you. However, it's almost as if he's level-headed and can be reasoned with.

・The other dragons fall in line and let him lead - which means you're the leader as well.

・His roar is earth-shakingly loud. And it can be heard from miles away.

・All of your subjects bow to you, knowing your power.

・Because we know, that a dragonrider has the same traits as their dragon.

𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐗𝐄𝐒:

・Is quite the adventurous dragon; she isn't one to be paraded around like Silverwing or Dreamfyre. She rather dislikes large crowds, preferring mountainsides and flying over oceans. She doesn't like small spaces either.

・Bonding with Meraxes was like bonding with a Border Collie - always has energy and curiosity

・But unlike Quicksilver, Meraxes is less energetic in a comic sense. She's more mature; more battle-worn.

・Will protect you unrelentingly.

・Hates sudden loud noises

・But loves hearing how much you love her and how much of a good job she's done

・Her teeth are smaller than the other dragons, but more pointed/sharp and there's more of them

・Her roar is also more high pitch and of a scream

・Meraxes' scales are pearlescent and seem to move in the sunlight

・Not many people know that, because she doesn't like being approached by others.

・That's why she isn't kept in the dragonpit.

・But she isn't as aggressive as Vermithor or the Cannibal

・You can tell that she wants a mate though, and often tries to woo Balerion - but he wants none of it.

𝐕𝐇𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐑:

・She shows her love by waiting for you to sit on her saddle before taking off.

・You have to shout out the command to fly and then, she takes off.

・You have a very special bond with Vhagar, which clicked into place because you would spend more time looking after her than making her fly.

・For example, talking to her, brushing/washing her, stroking her face.

・For those who don't think dragons understand - you're wrong because they really do. That's why some riders have a bigger bond than others.

・Some just see their dragon as an animal, as a beast. But those that see them as apart of them, that's when the true bond clicks into place.

・And you knew that being pampered is everyone's dream - or just being doted upon. So, because you put in the hours for her, she does the same for you.

・She obeys your commands without question, because she trusts you.

・But she doesn't like anyone else touching her, in fact there's a few trainers with burnt hands because of Vhagar.

・She loves laying in the sun, and will fly you to a beach to lay in the sand. Often you're chastised by your family for bringing sand into the castle.

𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑:

・LOVES TO FLY

・She's the type of dragon to be like, "let's go faster! let's go faaaaasteeeer!"

・Isn't as aggressive as others, but would rather be away from people if able.

・Hates being paraded around

��But will do it if persuaded with food and belly rubs (although most dragons don't like to expose their stomachs as it is one of their most vulnerable body parts)

・When you introduce her to a friend or acquaintance, she does a big roar and then huffs a laugh at the person's scared response

・One of the more docile dragons like Silverwing

・Has similar colouring to Meraxes, but unlike her, Quicksilver is smaller but nimbler.

・One of the fastest

・Can beat anyone in a race

・And she LOVES to race

・Has to be ridden everyday otherwise she goes hyperactive and will lash out at the trainers

・Once when you were bedridden for a week, she flicked a whole group of trainers with her tail and then let out the biggest flame she had ever expelled.

・Tail flick = I'm irritated, Roar = I'm hungry or is trying to scare someone for a laugh, Fire = she is actually angry, Baring her teeth = scared

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐋:

・No one is allowed to approach him, hell no one is allowed to look at him.

・He's an incredibly aggressive and temperamental dragon. One that hates everyone but you.

・Completely black, he's known for eating other dragons - which makes him an outsider. No dragon, no matter how mighty, doesn't feel safe around him

・Even Balerion keeps his distance

・You weren't sure whether to keep his name or not, since you did have an emotional connection with him.

・But you guessed that he like being intimidating

・You have to feed him yourself or he will go hunting for dragons or sheep. Hasn't actually eaten a person, but has killed many.

・As he's your bonded dragon, people are a lot more intimidated by you. Since dragons and riders have somewhat similar traits.

・Although he does like showing you his den. He looks at you like, 'it's nice, isn't it. Did you see the bones I placed at the front? Yeah...it's to scare people off...'

・You see him differently than others see him. You aren't afraid of him. It's how you were able to bond with him in the first place.

・There was something in his eye that you thought was vulnerability, rather than hostility.

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑:

・His favourite form of physical touch is being scratched, like, really really scratched.

・Vermithor's back leg will wobble in absolute delight

・Especially when you get to those places where he cannot reach himself

・Doesn't like anyone but you doing it (or anyone but you being in the room when you do it)

・He's a very private & grumpy boi. Doesn't like being woken too early either. And likes to have an afternoon nap.

・And an angry/aggressive one too. He doesn't like being woken up early, and once you had to dodge out of his firing line. When he realised it was you, he made a really long upset face (that only you and his only other rider, Jaehaerys has seen)

・But he's incredibly loyal, and would die for you.

・What's important to you, is important to him (unless it's before 8am)

・Can sense when you're overwhelmed and will let out a huge roar so no one comes near

・Likes when you fall asleep with him. He may like his solitude, but he doesn't mind company (it depends on the company)

・Actually likes doing royal processions because he gets to show off how big and scary he is. He knows it's too remind the people of whose in charge.

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆:

・The least aggressive out of all the dragons (but that doesn't make her a formidable foe.)

・It's almost as if Silverwing understands that dragons keep people in line, but an approachable dragon keeps the respect and admiration of the people

・If she's patient and sociable with others, then you know damn well she has all the love, patience and affection for you.

・She shows her affection by nuzzling into your open palm, her eyes closed and you swear her lips are in the shape of a smile

・Wherever you are - standing alone, or in a crowd etc., she has her body wrapped around you; shielding you.

・And when you're alone together, she'll lay down and let you rest with her, and/or on her. Then, she'll fully wrap around you to help you warm up.

・She absolutely loves spending time with you. Funnily enough, she's a very outgoing dragon.

・She won't let you come into any harm though. Either because she herself has placated the people who could hurt you (the common people) by interacting with them calmly and gently.

・And if anyone tries to hurt you, she's the first to react. Although her temperament seems calm, she is highly protective of you and will burn someone to ash if they try to hurt you.

・When you're in King's Landing and the King demands that Silverwing be put in the Dragonpits, you sneak down to sleep with her. You have a very tight bond.

・Otherwise, she takes you somewhere else to sleep; amongst the grass, so you can fall asleep underneath the stars.

#witchthewriter #dragon headcanons #house of the dragon headcanons #headcanons #preferences #dragon preferences #witch the writer's headcanons #witch the writer's preferences #balerion #meraxes #vhagar #quicksilver #the cannibal #vermithor #silverwing #dragon dictionary #dragon directory

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tarjapearce · 9 months

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you got me thinking how delicious ranchero Miguel is ((and he is 🐺)) going back again to him literally training without a shirt…showing the aftermath of your night’s intimacy on his skin and I mean scratch marks on both his arms and back….👁️👁️

Tell me he won’t show that off to tease you 😭

Oh he would. 👀

He would wake up at crisp five am, his room although in the barn, would be properly conditioned with everything he needed. The least your parents could do was to give him a proper place since his job in the farm the first few weeks convinced them enough to stay.

Miguel slicked his hair back, removing the front bangs from his face as he looked in the mirror. He smirked at the scratches on his arms, his torso, and when he turned around, he saw some more littering the top of his back.

The sudden memory of him being buried womb-deep in you, made the hairs on his arms to rise. They were his battle scars, and of course would flaunt them off. He took a shower, got ready and got himself to work.

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The blazing sun of mid day, made him remove his shirt. Sweat rolled down his back, the ripples of his muscle contracting and expanding as he shoveled Agustín food in his container.

The horse took a bit of work to manage, almost throwing him out the saddle at first, but slowly, Miguel earned his trust. It was the only time your father had actually acted out of his stuck up and despective persona to congratulate him. He had gotten Agustín as a gift from another farmer. Your father was a well known man in the community.

Miguel then moved to groom him. Soft bristle brushes, a bit of oils for the horse hair, multiple vitamin caplets and of course a new pair of shoes for Agustín front legs. He had taken a like to the horse, even had developed a distinct call just for him.

Another helper under his tutoring approached him with fresh hay for Luis, your horse, he couldn't help but notice the marks on his skin.

"Had a good night, boss?"

He chuckled and prepare the colt's bottle of milk.

"Este chamaco..." (This kid...) he'd mumble.

"I mean, if the Mrs. saw you like that she'd be horrified."

"Cuando no." (As usual) He tittered at the thought, that just evolved into an idea.

"Get Joaquín more hay, if he still refuses to eat, tell the upper boss." He threw Agustín's saddle over his shoulder and prepared him for another training session.

By this hour you and your mother would be awake and enjoying a bit of a brunch in the porch. After grooming and treating Agustín, he put the saddle on him, and rode him to stretch his legs. To his not surprise your mother was there, rambling about how some of your friends looked like they had already had intercourses.

The word made you giggle and you just earned another swat with her rolled newspaper.

He adored your laugh, before your mother could shoo him away, he tipped his hat and made a blow kissing gesture your way. You couldn't help but beam bashfully at him. The scratches of your previous night made your legs to cross in instinct. His torso bounced softly with every gallop Agustín did.

"How shameless. Parading his... unholy doings before us."

"It's awfully hot, mom. Might as well swimm a bit on the pool."

"Still, we have rules in this house, (Name)." She huffed and you rolled your eyes.

"I don't know how your father can allow him do such... things under our home! What would people say if they saw a tramp walking out from the bsrn! Oh Jesus Lord forbids it. We would be the talk of town. He should take in consideration your father's job as a head of the church."

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After a few hours of hearing your mother's rambling and she taking her usual evening stroll with her friends, you'd sneak out in the barn, and hug him from behind.

"You made my mom flustered and angry" You giggled as he spun you around and kissed you deeply.

"Was she pissed?"

"Oh very. Called you inmoral." He smirked and bit your bottom lip, your hands raked on his head, putting his hat on your head.

"Then, I love to do inmoral things to you, chula." You giggled as he made you straddle his lap, kissing you deeper.

"That makes us two"

"Is she out?" You nodded and smirked with a teasing grind.

"Wanna do unholy things in the meantime?" He whispered in your ear with a tempting smile. Of course you'd do. Always.

#miguel o'hara #t writes✨#miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x reader #atsv miguel #Miguel Ranchero

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klaushargreeveses · 1 year

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#i wanted him dead #i wanted him all to myself #i wanted to pound his ass with a wooden oar #i wanted to dress him up as little bo peep and parade him through the streets #i wanted to braid his hair and read him a bedtime story #i wanted to saddle him like a mule #i wanted to marry him in vegas then drag him through the courts in a lengthy and contentious divorce battle then immediately marry him again #i wanted to kiss him tenderly on the forehead #i wanted to slap him with a damp haddock #i wanted to break into his coffin as he slept and give him a mullet as a practical joke

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pwlanier · 1 year

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Dixie Thompson's Custom Loomis Saddle Outfit.

Spectacular, one-of-a-kind, handcrafted saddle by Loomis Saddlery, with custom silver by the Tiffany-trained artist, Edwin Field. Complete with bit, headstall, breast collar, reins, martingale, cinch, skirt and lariat, all circa 1888-90. Commissioned by Santa Barbara capitalist, rancher and one-time sea captain, Dixie W. Thompson, the silverwork alone took over two years to complete, and was fashioned with bullion from Mexican silver dollars. Dixie rode the saddle in numerous parades, and it was exhibited at the 1893 Chicago World’s Fair. The saddle is discussed in detail in numerous newspaper articles of the time, including the May 4, 1896 “San Francisco Call”, which referred to the saddle as having “the reputation of being the most gorgeous thing of its kind in the world.”

Old West Events

#saddle maker #parade saddle #Dixie Thompson #cowboy culture #old west #cowboy aesthetic

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txttletale · 28 days

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the ofifical txttletale dot com verdict on outlaws of manifest destiny junction (based on previews):

set's whole deal: RACIST

vramint creature type: DUMB

'commit a crime': OVERLY SPECIFIC 'FLAVORFUL' NAME MAKES A PERFECTLY GOOD BATCHING MECHANIC DIFFICULT TO UTILIZE IN FUTURE SETS. SAD!

'outlaws': GOOD

mercenary tokens: OKAY I GUESS

saddling: GOOD

relentless cameo parade: ANNOYING. STOP BEING MARVEL.

plot: GOOD

reprint sheet in old-timey newspaper style: AWESOME

overall verdict: 0/10, JACE IS IN IT

#tattletxt #mtg

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sw5w · 2 months

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Hello, Everybody!

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 02:08:46

#Star Wars #Episode I #The Phantom Menace #Naboo #Theed #Palace Plaza #Freedom Day #victory parade #Jar Jar Binks #Royal House of Naboo #thatched bedroll #unidentified kaadu #Captain Roos Tarpals #lamp post #Swamptoe #saddlehorn #fambaa-skin saddle #stub tail

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catfern · 10 months

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cowboy!ellie headcanons

pairing: ellie williams x afab!reader

music: roses are falling - orville peck

word count: 1.2k

warnings: fingering (briefly), drunk sex-ish, guns??, yearning and just sappy shit mainly im in a vulnerable state

an: this is shit brainrot bc i've played too much rdr2 and i want ellie to let me ride her cowgirl style. this took me for-fucking-ever because i got acrylics and dropped my wpm from 108 to 67. also if i put out a poll asking what fic to post next would people vote

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

✷ cowboy!ellie having the most pornographic, velvet-laced southern accent known to man. drawling out words in a whisper, that reassured wit sitting in her throat with a lopsided smirk. she’s such a tease, knowing how it gets to you, that ‘c’mon, sweetheart, you gonna make me wait f’you?’ after she trots ahead, glancing back at you under the wide brim of her hat. please, trying to make eye contact with ellie after a long day of riding (ifykyk), seeing just a glance of the veins in her neck, beads of sweat sitting in the little crevices as she leans down to her saddle bag. god, her hands!! and she looks at you, that knowing impatience and ‘okay there, darlin’?, and you can’t look at her, your head swimming and drowning in the molasses of her voice and too focused on the up, down, up, down, up trot of your horse.

✷ setting up camp for the night, bed mats a good distance away from each other, and you wake up, fire dying, moon high, and ellie is still awake, hands covered in dirt and ash and rust from her old revolver that she cleans too occasionally. the gentle scratch of charcoal on parchment, her body hunched over, protective like a creature, and when you call out to her, she TOSSES her journal into the dirt like it burned to touch. if the moon wasn’t so faint, you’d see the uncharacteristic blush fleeting across her cheeks, but too quickly, she tells you to go back to sleep, she’s just staying up to take care of the fire. you listen in a haze, and ellie tears out the five, maybe 6 pages?? of rough sketches, harsh lines etching out your body, your smile, your eyes, and stamps them into the cooling embers of the campfire.

✷ if we’re talking historically accurate cowboys, ellie is definitely the type to believe in dinosaurs!! it’s this new, fresh, science fad and everybody laughs at her for it, cause omg?? giant lizards?? nah!! but ellie is so adamant, reading every paper and pamphlet on the subject that she can get her hands on (assuming she can even read lets be so real), and she’ll tell you about it! small, reluctant meanders from more important topics, at first, but you’re kind and you listen to words either of you barely understand, and sure it’s a little bit boring, but she’s happy, and for some reason she makes it incredibly dynamic, crash coursing you on lizards that evolved (a buzz word in all her pamphlets) into BIGGER lizards.

✷ cowboy!ellie, the horse whisperer. she doesn’t teach you to ride, but you’ve never had a way with horses, cantankerous and rough, so you need a lil bit of assistance. ellie will take the lead, letting you rock behind her on your horse, your arms draped around her like common occurrence, and she’ll turn, ‘see? be gentle, she’ll listen. you’re a team, y’know?’

✷ ‘she just likes you more than me.’

✷ her laugh is boisterous, loud, it sounds like it belongs amongst the hills and caverns, like wind against rocks, ‘no one likes me more than you, flower.’

✷ one day, you’re just passing through a small town, nothing more than a few shops and scattered farm houses, and ellie spies an outlaw poster, poorly tacked to the community bulletin board. it’s her, badly sketched, sure. her chin is way too big, nose a bit askew, but it’s definitely her. and you laugh as she presses you frantically, ‘i don’t really look like this? do i?’ and it’s got some ridiculous nickname that definitely over-inflates her ego, ‘ellie 'longshot’ williams (no one has called her that ever) that she’ll parade it around like a medal

✷ ‘aw, love, do you need some help shootin’? don’t call me long shot for nothin’.’

✷ you’d get a bit vulgar, a bit defensive because, yeah, maybe ellie is actually good at shooting, and you could benefit from her teaching. but that fucking nickname, lording over your head with that lilt in her voice, and the childish, goading smile, you’d tell her to shove it somewhere the sun don’t shine and just pray luck guides your bullet.

✷ your now-so-serious scowl eats at her, so ellie has to swallow her boyish pride and shut up, simply falling behind you. gently tapping your shin with her boot to get you to adjust your stance, her hands stretching out over yours to feel out the barrel of the foreign pistol. they’re rough, calloused, unmade for this sort of gentle gesture, but you welcome the heat that they give. with a soft push and pull, like a tide she moves your fingers, your hands, to hold the gun well. her voice is a whisper as she instructs, ‘don’t hold it so loosely. stronger grip helps aim.’

✷ she’s shaking in her boots. a moment like this, tender, with you is scarcely shared. the closeness burns her chest as she feels you breathe against her, skittish but assured, ellie’s finger snaking around yours to settle on the trigger. you go to fire, and the recoil sends you backwards in a shock, ellie having to move her hands from the gun to your waist to keep you steady. you laugh something coarse, leaning back into her without a thought. adrenaline intimacy.

✷ ‘okay, maybe y’need a few more lessons before you get it right.’ it’s a selfish thought, but it cements ellie in that moment, with you just in her reach, and her revolver. she’d clean it for you.

✷ cowboy!ellie doing stupid shit, like taking longer detours to show you the scenery, the stretching fields and great mountain waterfalls, stopping to pick wildflowers (she’s a sap), or taking the extra care to saddle up your horse for you, securing the girth and not letting you touch it because ‘i don’t need you slippin’ on me.’ she takes care of you, out on the road, it’s not an official thing, but you’re off limits.

✷ ellie is kind, but sex with her isn’t. the first time, she’s terribly drunk, playing away her night in a saloon, at a poker table (she’s losing), and you’re sat at the bar, wearing that, and it’s violently throwing her off her game, so she decides to make it known that your presence is an interruption. dragging you upstairs, she’s unkind. ‘you’re not helping my luck, looking like that.’

✷ ‘how do you need me, then?’

✷ she tastes like cigarette smoke, and bourbon, and she smells like the sleek of rain on dry dirt, and feeling her all over you is intoxicating, rough. she’s quick, her lips aren’t soft but rather, a grating possession on your skin, a feeling that swallows you, melts you down in the heat of her hands. she swears, a lot, it sounds like disbelief but really, it’s a bribe. a prayer. ‘dear god, give me this, let me have this, and i will be devout.’ it’s primal, something uncontrollable. drunk, it’s worse. she loses herself in the haze, becomes complete disregard, her fingers inside you without hearing you, just feeling you. lost in you and she keeps pounding into you simply because she’s enraptured by the feeling of you clenching around her.

#ellie x fem reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams smut #ellie williams blurb #ellie williams headcanons #ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie x reader

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apomaro-mellow · 4 months

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King&Prince 8

Steve was glad for the boots, but he wasn't about to extend any gratitude to the king for the bare minimum. He was still essentially a prisoner. It begged the question of why he wasn't in a cell anymore, but Steve wouldn't complain. His current situation was a lot better. But the boots came with a price and the cost of having them was apparently following the king around.

"How's your foot?"

"What?"

"Your foot from the-the cut didn't look too bad and you're walking now so...?"

Steve's eyes narrowed. He didn't understand why the king sounded so nervous. "My foot's fine. I can walk. I was able to walk yesterday, but you wouldn't hear of it. Do I look made of glass?"

King Edward paused in the hallway. "....No, you don't."

"Good. Because I'm not. I'm not going to break from some little cut or anything you've got planned for me."

"What do you think I have planned?"

"I haven't the clearest idea", Steve said. "But I'm not fragile. You can do your worst-"

"My worst?", he chuckled. "Little prince, you haven't seen my worst. You haven't seen my bad side at all. But maybe it's about time you've witnessed the worst of your father."

Steve was given a coat and he was led outside. The skies were cloudy and the air was crisp, but the frigid atmosphere was beginning to melt away. It made Steve realize how long he'd been locked away. The frost was melting and spring would be here soon.

Wait...

"You people have warm weather here? You have spring and..." He almost said 'sun' but to do so seemed ridiculous now.

"We get all four seasons here, you know, when the royal budget allows it."

That almost sounded like a joke. Steve frowned. He didn't like when his ignorance was thrown back at him like that. But really, how could he know otherwise? This was supposed to be the land of darkness. Where the wrong shadow could be filled with teeth. Everything was out to kill you here.

The king led him to the stables and for a moment, Steve saw hope. If he got a horse, he could get away. Even if the king gave chase, he could get pretty far with a horse. And Steve was justly proud of his riding skills. His hopes were dashed when the king only asked for a single horse.

"Am I to walk beside your horse wherever we go?", he asked, arms crossed. He imagined being paraded around, perhaps led on a leash like a trophy of war.

"No, Harrington. I expect you to ride with me."

Steve was so stunned, the horse was saddled and the king had already mounted by the time he came back to himself.

"You...you can't be serious! I can't-you can't expect me to-"

"Oh, I do. Now hop to it. We have a lot to see before it gets dark."

The thought of being outside the castle walls when night fell was what prompted Steve to mount the horse. But even so, he refused to touch the king. He instead, dug his fingers into the part of the saddle he could find purchase and held tight with his legs.

"You're going to need to touch me eventually."

"Over one of our dead bodies."

It occurred to Steve how easy it would have been to kill him like this. He'd kept a utensil with the idea of using it to threaten someone before. Why hadn't he done it again? Even just a fork could be deadly if placed in the right area. And here, the king who had terrorized his family was riding with his back to him. If he had just the right thing, he could have ended it all now. But he was without a weapon. And Steve wasn't so stupid that he thought he could choke out a monarch right here in the courtyard and get away with it.

It wasn't easy to ride with barely a grip on anything, but Steve's legs were nothing if not strong, and they helped keep him upright as they left through the castle gates.

"Is that Eddie?", Robin noted, watching from a window.

"Sure looks like it", Gareth replied.

"But he's riding so slow?"

Gareth took a closer look and his eyes bugged out of his head. "Is he riding with the prince?!"

Robin's eyes narrowed. "I mean, I did tell him to be gentle with the guy. It's nice having some actual muscle that I can boss around. I didn't think he'd take me seriously."

Back outside, Eddie was steering the horse carefully and cautiously. He wasn't trying to give the prince special treatment, but he didn't want him flying off the back of the horse either. The road from the castle led right to the capital city, but Eddie didn't want to go there. Even looking like he was now, Steve would attract attention simply because he was riding with the king. He wasn't in the mood to prevent a stoning.

Instead, he took them off the path, to the forests that spread out over his land. Steve was blessedly quiet during most of the trip, probably taking it all in. From his question about the weather, Eddie surmised a unhealthy dose of propaganda was fighting against being a first hand witness. Eddie had heard all the scary stories that people told to explain his existence, his connection with his creatures, and his kingdom in general. He could probably count on one hand the things people got right.

"I've been fighting with your family for a long time. Do you know why?"

Steve blinked, surprised by the question when they had been riding in silence. "Because we've always been enemies."

"But do you know why?"

Steve's brow furrowed. "Your kingdom sprung from the darkest depths to challenge ours. If we left you alone, we'd be consumed. All you want is destruction. To turn everything into a desolate wasteland."

The king chuckled. They got deeper into the forest. With how cloudy it was, the thick of the woods began to get darker. Eddie didn't need to ask if Steve's mind had been changed. The evidence was already presented. If he was too stubborn to see it, he'd be a lost cause. All Eddie needed to see was how he'd react to the actual monsters used to scare and frighten.

There was a cave ahead, pitch black on the inside. The horse stopped before even Eddie ordered it, sensing what was within.

"Your people have always been afraid of my kind. And I can't fault them for being afraid of what they don't know." He dismounted and held a hand out for Steve. Steve ignored his hand and got down himself, doing his best not to stumble. Between his bandaged foot and slightly numb legs, he somehow managed.

"We know enough."

"Do you? So you've seen and can identify all the different creatures under my command?"

"I don't need to identify a monster. I just need to know how to kill it."

"And there it is! Knowledge in the name of decimation, instead of knowledge itself. Or, if you can imagine, progress." The king cackled and Steve felt like he was being made fun of again.

"Why did you bring me here? What's in the cave?"

"I think you already know, Harrington. You're smarter than you look." Eddied took the horses reins and tied it to a tree off to the side so it wouldn't run off.

For a split second, Steve thought about the numerous rocks on the ground and how he could just grab one and-

Why did he always have these thoughts? How often had he stopped himself from being more violent. Every moment that went by without Steve physically assaulting the king, he heard his father's voice calling him useless and weak. If his father and been captured, King Edward would be dead by now. His father would have never been taken at all.

King Edward went to the mouth of the cave and reached a hand out. There was a chittering sound, a creature coming forth. The hairs on Steve's body stood on end and he reached for a sword that wasn't there.

"If you've brought me here to kill me-"

"Shh", the king shushed, but it was unclear who he was speaking to. To Steve? Or to the grey, four legged thing coming out of the black. The king knelt, hand held out, letting whatever it was, get closer to him. Steve had seen drawings, depictions of what lurked in these lands. But nothing prepared him for how the face opened slightly, revealing a hint of the rows of teeth that lied within. It was like a flower made of nightmares.

Steve had been frozen in place as he watched the king pet the creature like it was a dog.

"Tell me, prince. Do you like spiders? Or rats? Or even wasps and flies?"

"Those are all pests", Steve answered, though his voice wasn't as firm as he would like it, guard up and attention all on the two monsters before him.

"And yet, each of them as a specific niche in our world. A role to play in our ecosystem. And it is our ecosystem." The king turned his body slightly to look at Steve, taking in his tense stance. "You can relax. If my intention was to kill you, I wouldn't have wasted my breath talking to you."

"As if anything you do has a rhyme or reason. Nothing about you or this kingdom makes any sense!"

"Or is it that you refuse to see reason?" The king sent the creature back into the cave. "It's about time you take the blinders off and see my kingdom for what it is."

Steve shook his head. "A snake may very well be part of an ecosystem but its venom is still dangerous. Killing those things before they over take us is the only thing that makes any sense. That still makes sense."

"And I could say the same about your people. Kill them all and snuff you out before you can destroy my kingdom and my people."

"Then why don't you!?"

"Because that's not what I want!"

His words echoed between the trees. He stepped towards Steve but the prince stood his ground. If this was where he died, he'd do it with his head held high. The king didn't stop until they were toe to toe.

"I'll say this for your benefit. If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it the by now." His eyes glanced at something behind Steve.

Curious and confused, Steve looked around to see a horde of those grayish monsters assembled behind him and in his shock, he nearly jumped into the king's arms, hands clinging to his clothing.

"Didn't take much for you to touch me after all."

Steve's blood went from running cold to being startling hot. So hot his hand moved before his brain. The crack of his hand slapping across the king's face echoed.

Part 10

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#apo writes #stranger things #fanfiction #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson

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staytinyville · 8 months

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OUTLAW (10)

ATEEZ ot8 x Reader

Cowboy AU / Wild West

Series Masterlist

Warnings: None

The boys had explained to you that at the end of the day when they all got off work they would go to pick you up at your home. You didn’t question it, choosing to take the time to get out of your work stench. You had no idea where it was they were going to take you but you felt much more refreshed after taking a bath.

Your mother had looked at you oddly when you had chosen to bring in buckets of water into the basin from the well. She didn’t question you just yet, instead choosing to watch you closely. It was when there was a knock on the door that your mother came to a conclusion.

“Good evening.” Yeosang’s voice rang out through the house. “I'm here for (Y/N).”

“Oh!” Your mother looked at him oddly. “Yeosang? You're taking (Y/N) out-”

“I'm right here.” You crawled under your mother’s arms, standing next to Yeosang on the porch. “Yes, we are going to the auctions.” You smiled at her.

“Oh, you and Seonghwa?” Your father turned up behind your mother, raising a brow when he noticed the other boy standing at the bottom of the steps.

“Yes sir. I do hope it's not a problem.” Seonghwa answered from where he was.

“Not at all.” Your father shook his head. “I do expect her to be home at a reasonable time though. As much as I like you I still have to be a father.” He chuckled.

You almost frowned at the thought of your parents just letting you fend for yourself. While you were happy to be going out with the boys it did feel like a ping in your chest to realize that your parents were hopeful about you leaving the house.

You were an adult, you were meant to be out of this house by that point. However, you guessed it had to do with the fact that you felt like you weren’t ready. At least two weeks ago you did.

“That is no problem. I'll be sure to have her home before things get too bad.” Yeosang politely nodded his head.

“Be careful, dear.” Your mother gave you a bright smile, hugging you.

“Bye mom.” You hugged her back.

You waved to your father, turning to catch Yeosang holding his arm out for you to take. You gladly hooked your hand on his bicep, letting him lead you down to where Seonghwa was. Subconsciously, when the man went to follow after you two, you hooked your other hand onto his bicep as well. The two men had smiles over their features at how attached you felt towards them.

You noticed two horses waiting at the posts your house had. While vehicles were a thing now, they were much too expensive for your family. Wagons were easy to come by but when it was just two/three people why have to lug such a huge thing around. It was much easier to travel by horse for the three of you.

Yeosang helped you up onto one of the animals, allowing you to sit sideways due to the dress you wore. When he felt you wouldn’t slip off on your own, he hauled his feet over the side of the large animal and scooted closer to the front of the saddle to give you room behind him.

“All good?” He questioned over his shoulder.

You hummed, wrapping your arms around his torso to keep from falling backwards or forwards. It wasn’t a common thing to see women wearing pants. And because of that it wasn’t often they would be riding horses. The ones who did were led by their husbands or were just for show in a parade. You hadn’t really thought about how tough it was to move around in a skirt. It was how you lived and worked.

The two men started moving along the road, heading towards the hotel. You tilted your head, frowning when you began to wonder where it was they were going. As they turned onto the main road, you finally voiced your curiosity.

“We actually going to the auction now?” You grinned.

“Nah, there's nothing good.” Seonghwa answered as he pulled his horse to trot next to you and Yeosang. “Your family is still looking. Can't take you into the woods in front of them can we.”

You hummed, giggling to yourself at the thought of going into the woods with the two. When you all made it a safe distance away from your family’s estate, the both pulled their horses to a stop.

“Seonghwa will take you to the others.” Yeosang got down from the horse, tapping your waist as he helped you down. “I have to go for Yunho at the docks. Jongho should be there already.”

You walked closer to Seonghwa who had gotten off to make room for you. Yeosang grabbed you by the hips to place you back on the saddle of the horse. You scooted forward on the saddle when Seonghwa made way to sit behind you instead of in front like Yeosang did.

“See you in a bit.” Yeosang smiled up at you.

“Pretty girl.” You felt Seonghwa’s breath hit the shell of your ear, causing you to shiver.

“Seonghwa.” You smiled up at him. He gave you a grin back before grabbing the reins and moving the two of you along.

As you watched Yeosang go off in the opposite direction, the curiosity returned tenfold. You sighed to yourself, leaning back onto Seonghwa’s chest.

“What was Yunho doing at the docks?” You asked.

Your eyes lifted up, watching as he grimaced. You could feel the sigh he let out as his chest deflated. Drifting to look back over the surroundings you dropped your shoulders. You were getting too comfortable with them. You had come up with some scenario that somehow they trusted you to tell you what was going on. It hadn’t been that long since they met you. You knew they weren’t going to tell you everything. You even told them so.

“Police stuff.” Seonghwa sighed. “There were a few casualties. People started to claim it was the outlaws so he had to go and check it out.”

“Are they suspecting the boys?” You spoke quietly, watching for his reaction.

“Yeah.” It was quiet for a while after that.

It was a 15 minute ride to the campsite the gang had made. It looked like every other campsite one might come across. They had a small sized schooner wagon between some trees, the entire thing having been set down to rest some. There were tarps placed around the area as well; four by the looks of it. They must have been the tents the boys used to rest. Most of their things were outside hanging up. You could also make out a couple more horses grazing nearby.

Seonghwa had walked you two past the clearing, catching the attention of the others waiting by the campfire circle they had made.

“Sweetheart!” You heard someone’s excited shout from the camp.

Seonghwa pulled himself off the horse, moving the reins just a bit to tighten them up. You watched as Wooyoung made his way over with a large grin on his face. His hands found purchase on your legs, pulling them around your waist.

“Hi, Wooyoung.” You giggled when the boy immediately pulled you off the horse and wrapped his arms around your thighs.

“Come see the others.” He set you down, grabbing onto your hand. “Sannie! Come greet, Sweetheart!”

Wooyoung pulled you towards one of the tents, calling out to the man you remembered to be the sharp eyed one. He had walked out of the tent, stretching a shirt over his arms as he pulled it over his head. Wooyoung subtly glanced your way, wanting to see if you would react to his shirtless friend in any way. However when he saw you hadn’t so much as looked away, he squinted his eyes.

“Darling.” San’s sharp eyes peered down at you.

“Hi.” You bowed your head.

San looked over at Wooyoung, shrugging his shoulders when he noticed his friend’s plan to get you flustered had not worked. Wooyoung turned you back around to the circle where you saw Jongho conversing with the pink haired man. You smiled as the three of you walked closer.

“Hi, Mingi. How's your shoulder?” You asked.

“It's fine.” He spoke quietly. “Really helped to get medical supplies.”

“I'm glad you're feeling better.” Your lips pulled over your teeth, causing the man to look away with a blush.

“Mingi, Seonghwa.” A stern voice interrupted. All of you turned to where Hongjoong stood by a tent, eyes glaring as they looked at each of you. “May I speak to you?”

The two he had called to didn’t question it, following their captain into the tent. You clenched your jaw as you kept your eyes on him. He had given you one last glare before turning around to talk privately with the others. You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms as you went back to looking over the camp.

“What's on your mind?” Jongho appeared next to you, watching the side of your face.

“I wanted to come and meet the other boys properly.” You shook your head. “But it seems not all of them are happy with that.” Your face remained passive but Jongho could see you were upset about it.

“Hey, captain just needs time. He's a good person.” Jongho assured you.

“Captain!” Someone shouted as they entered the campsite.

Everyone turned to see Yunho jump off Yeosang’s horse before the man even came to a complete stop. The three men who were in the tent rushed out, all of them gathering closer to Yunho.

“Yunho.” Hongjoong greeted. “So, what is it?”

“I managed to deter them from searching the area.” The tall man sighed deeply. “The person who was found dead had stab wounds, not bullet. Lucky us that you and Mingi have choice weapons.” He spoke, looking at the two who were considered outlaws.

If it hadn’t been the two who stood next to you that had killed that person, than someone else was running around Cromer with a bloody knife.

“There's a murderer in the city?” You spoke up before any of them had the chance of saying anything.

“There's plenty of killers.” Hongjoong spoke up. “There's just one who was sloppy about it.”

The way he looked at you had you unsettled. But you only looked at him with your own passive expression. You knew he meant a lot more than just the citizens. Hongjoong and Mingi were wanted for a reason. If it wasn’t for thievery, then it must have been for murder.

“Come on, Darling.” San grabbed your bicep, pulling you along. “Wooyoung made dinner today.”

Yunho and Hongjoong had gone into the tent that the captain pulled Mingi and Seonghwa into. The others began to gather around some pots that were steaming over a low flame. Wooyoung had positioned himself behind it as he began to shuffle food into the bowls that were laying on a table next to him.

A smile returned to your face as you watched the boys laugh over things as they waited for their food. You weren’t a stranger to the way they acted with each other, having seen them interact at the hotel. However the last time you had seen them all together was when you had cleaned up Yeosang and it was only for a few fleeting moments.

You waited for all of them to sit down before you began to eat your food. Yeosang took a seat next to you on a log, followed by Jongho who took up your other side. The older man took notice of how you watched the boys all come to sit around the fire, not daring to move the spoon to your lips.

As Wooyoung made his way over with his own bowl, your fingers finally moved over the metal to begin eating. It made Yeosang smile bashfully at your manners, the man quickly taking a spoonful of food to hide his growing blush. It felt nice to see you wait for all the members.

Hongjoong and Yunho were quick to join you all, Wooyoung getting up to serve them plates as well. There was a lot of loud talking and open mouths full of food but you enjoyed their banter. When everyone finished up, you went to help Wooyoung wash the plates in a basin.

“It was really good!” You smiled at Wooyoung.

“Were you doubting me?” Wooyoung bumped his hip with yours.

“Just a bit. You answered nonchalantly.

“I am offended.” He said appalled. He shook his head at your words, going back to grinning. He dried his hands off with a rag before holding one out for you to grab. “Come on, before they start the stories without us.”

His fingers weaved between the two of yours, dragging you along to reach the light of the fire. You looked up at the purple sky, watching as the clouds created a rainbow of darkening colors. Wooyoung pulled you from your view as he sat down on a log, placing you down next to him. You made yourself comfortable as the boy seemed to hold onto your hand in his lap.

The boys all went back to laughing once more, poking fun at each other and rattling off stories about their past. Most of them were tame really, nothing out of the ordinary you would classify as their past. Every gang had stories upon stories to tell about their time spent out camping in the woods or running from the law.

You would laugh along with them as they recalled things for you. Somewhere in that time, Wooyoung had made himself comfortable along your side, moving you closer to him as he wrapped his arm around your waist. You could feel his head nestling itself in the crook of your neck. As you laughed loudly at Yunho’s imitation of something Jongho did, you turned your head to see Seonghwa moving to sit next to you.

“Tired yet?” He asked you.

“With you guys?” You grinned. “Not at all.”

The man looked at Wooyoung wheezing from your shoulder before leaning closer to you so only you would hear him.

“You can move him off if he's bothering you.” He told you. “Woo is the touchiest out of all of us.”

“Not at all.” You shook your head. “He's fine.”

The fire had been caught in your eye which called Seonghwa’s attention. He felt something brush against his heart when he noticed a sparkle in them as you laughed with his brothers. He wasn’t inexperienced when it came to others. He was sure all of them were well versed in carnal desires.

However, thinking about touching you in a way that wasn’t sexual made Seonghwa rethink all that he had done. He wasn’t ashamed, far from it. If he had to do it again he would in a heartbeat. It freed him from the life he was living. A life he felt was the same in every aspect. Like a record stuck on repeat until it was scratched too much to continue playing.

Meeting you opened up something new for him. Something he had never experienced even in his past life. He wanted to be selfish and reach for it. He wanted it to be part of his routine. Unlike everything else this was something he didn’t want to get away from.

“If you say so.”

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