He Says It With Attitude

This is an Achievement Hunter blog, but mostly Ryan, because who doesn't love this man? I sure as hell do. (If I reblog something not RT/AH related, I probably reblogged to the wrong blog. I'm sorry.) I hope you enjoy the blog nonetheless! I love you!

[rickmeister]

Drew another Ender Eye Ryan for old time’s sake @samijen

[acheemient]

Welp. I’m dead.

[rimmyfuckingtim]

These boys on this week’s Achievement Haunter being all dirty and sweaty in those old outfits, got me feeling some type of way.

[an-implied-motherfucker]

Current sexuality: Geoff Ramsey's wind-up to dive into a bouncy castle

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Hello, friends! Since it’s become increasingly irritating to write long posts on here now, I’m moving my updates here! Sorry for any inconvenience, it’s just much easier to update this way. There’s a new chapter on this site, by the way! Chapter 6: Show Me Your Tricks is FINALLY up!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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ladyfogg I literally found all my pictures and gifs of Ryan with longer hair and a scruffy beard…

[alittlebitofeverything579]

More FAHC Headcanons

Since my first post of headcanons was so popular, I thought I’d follow up with this one. And today I want to talk about the crew doing good things. 

- I want to talk about Jack raising money for charity, Jack who goes to children’s hospitals and pays the kids medical bills, Jack who makes sure those hospitals have all the money they could possibly need. I want to talk about some Make A Wish kid asking to meet whoever paid for his stay in the hospital, and after the agent (or whatever they’re called, I don’t really know how Make A Wish works) finally find out that it was Jack and despite the problems that might arise from bringing a known criminal around a child, goes to meet with Jack. And Jack is ecstatic to meet this kid.

- I want Michael who volunteers at suicide and rape hotlines, who won’t hesitate to help someone in need. Who once burned a guys house down because he had drove his girlfriend to try and commit suicide (Michael was on the phone with her when it happened and thankfully an ambulance got there on time), Michael who the next day went in to the hospital and brought the girl flowers and made sure she was going to be okay. 

- I want Ryan, who, despite all the scary Vagabond persona, refuses to hurt innocent people. Ryan who once shielded a woman who got caught in a fire fight and got her to safety. Ryan who will work day and night whenever children go missing, and God help you if finds out you hurt kids in any way. Ryan who, when a teenager approached him with a hundred dollars and asked him to kill her abusive parents, refused to take her money and did the job anyway. 

- I want Geoff who gives out money to all the people who are struggling, Geoff funding soup kitchens and homeless shelters. Geoff giving hundred dollar bills to single parents and anyone who needs it. Geoff who doesn’t just throw money at the poorer parts of Los Santos and expect things to fix themselves, he works to change things and he doesn’t let people just ignore people who are less fortunate. 

- I want Jeremy, who never had a family before joining the crew, never wants anyone to grow up like he did, always fighting to keep what little you could get, just to stay alive. Jeremy going out and working to help keep kids off the street, Jeremy fighting anyone who tries to  exploit these kids. Jeremy teaching self defense so people know how to defend themselves. Jeremy tanking a whole B Team heist because someone from another crew they were working with said something nasty to Kdin, and Jeremy won’t stand for anyone disrespecting her. 

- I want Gavin who flies back to England every month and visits his parents and makes sure they have enough money and everything they need. Gavin who always brings back little gifts for everyone in the crew from every trip he goes on. Gavin who didn’t grow up with much money, so he uses his newfound wealth to help everyone. 

I want the crew going to protests and helping people and making the world a little better for the people who deserve it. 

[an-implied-motherfucker]

Rough - Miles Luna x Reader

A/N: okay, so this has been in the works for a very long time now, as you’ll be able to see once you start reading.

I’ve finally been able to finish it, and now this post limit is prohibiting me from posting it as a whole, so this is the only way I can think of to get this out for you. I hope you enjoy!

You’re speechless.

The ending theme song to Always Open fades off, and you stare into your bedroom in stunned silence.

You’ve just finished listening to episode number six. For the second time. This new installment includes Barbara, Ashley, Mauriel.. And Miles. The man you just so happen to have the BIGGEST crush on.

Actually, let’s be real, ‘crush’ is an understatement of the feelings you have for the man.

And hearing that Miles would be in episode 6 of Always Open, you were instantly excited to listen to it. Though, it’s been released to the public for two days, and you finally have a day off and can sit down and actually listen to it. You listened to it twice.

And now that it’s over, your body is overly warm, and your breath has grown heavy, ever since the first segment of the show, My First Time.

You want to personally thank the person who asked about their kinks.

You know Miles fairly well, you’re good friends, but you have never had the nerve to ask what his kinks are. Though, you were desperately curious.

Miles is the second one to answer the question, just behind Barbara.

“I like to dominate.”

As the words leave his mouth, an instant list of possible scenarios pass through your brain, and your cheeks grow hot, and your lips go dry.

You, personally, like to dominate, as well. As a woman, that’s not seen or heard about often. But hearing that Miles has the same kink, you find yourself wanting to submit to him. You find yourself wanting Miles to dominate you and your body, the idea gets you hot and bothered.

Hearing him speak at length about what he likes and what turns him on, is making you see him in a whole new light, and you are greatly enjoying the new light.

You listen to the whole podcast intently the first time. But when it plays a second time, you let your imagination run wild with the new Miles. And boy, does it run.

You end up laying in the center of your bed, spread eagle, dildo in your hands, relieving your…tension.

Though, before you can finish, there’s a rapping on your front door.

You jump straight up, your heart thumping wildly in your chest.

You hurriedly hop into your bathrobe and rush down the stairs, confused. You aren’t expecting company, so you don’t know who it could be.

Though, you look through the peephole, and your heart stops in an instant.

Miles.

You still completely, and you are unable to move to open the door.

Your eyes are trained on him as he stands outside your door, looking tense.

It is a common occurrence that he comes over to see you when he’s stressed out, because you, for some reason, have a calming effect on him.

But now, being worked up over him, and knowing what you were just doing, you find yourself not knowing what to do.

About a minute passes before Miles knocks on the door again. He calls out to you, “Y/N, come on, open up! I know you’re home, your car’s outside, lemme in! Please?”

His voice pulls you out of your stillness, and your hand is shaking as it reaches for the doorknob.

It’s fine, you tell yourself. It’s Miles. He is your friend. You don’t have anything to worry about. Relax.

You force yourself to take a deep breath, then two, then three.

You open the door, and are met with Miles, in mid knock. He doesn’t waste a moment, as he steps into your home, pulling you into his arms.

He always greets you with a hug, and the sudden contact almost makes you gasp, but you catch yourself just in time. You return his hug, and he slowly pulls away after a few moments.

“What’s up, Miles?” You ask casually, trying to slow down your racing heart.

He sighs, “I’m just.. Ugh. Stress, ya know? Stress. And you know what I do when I’m stressed?”

You smile, “you come see me.”

The smile he returns is boyish and charming, “damn right. So what are you up to tonight?”

The flashback of you laying in your bed, squirming in pleasure and whimpering Miles’ name under your breath passes through your head, and you quickly clear your throat, pushing the thought from your head, as you give him a little white lie, “not much, I was just about to make some food and watch a movie.”

He nods in silence, “cool, cool. Do you mind if I join you?”

You nod in return with a soft smile, “of course not, Miles. Make yourself at home.”

He smiles in thanks and moves to sit on your couch, slipping off his shoes along the way. You walk into the kitchen and search through your refrigerator for something to focus on. The atmosphere you have with Miles is usually comfortable, but now it’s a bit odd. Though, you know that is fully because of what you had been doing before he arrived. As well as the very inappropriate things you’ve been thinking about Miles since you listened to Always Open.

Oh, the things you’d like to do to him.–Oh, pardon me, I mean the things you’d like HIM to do to YOU.

Well.. both.

The silence between you is growing uncomfortable for you, and in a stupid attempt to make conversation, the words come out of your mouth before you can stop them.

“So, Miles, I listened to Always Open earlier.”

He gives a soft laugh, “yeah? How was it?”

You settle on an apple, and bring it with you to the living room as you settle into the couch beside him. You laugh in return, “I did not expect to hear about your kinks when I started listening, that is for damn sure.”

He laughs louder, “sorry, I couldn’t not answer the question.”

You giggle and wave him off, “no, no, it doesn’t bother me any. It’s pretty hot, I’m not gonna lie.”

You see him jump in surprise, and his eyebrows shoot up. He hums, “oh, really?”

You simply nod, and a smirk crosses his face. He says, “well, you know my kinks. Now, I’m curious about yours. Why don’t you clue me in?”

He looks at you with a curious look in his eye, and you adore it. You laugh and nod, “alright, that’s fair,” you clear your throat before speaking again, “well.. I like to be in control, too, most of the time..”

“Most of the time, huh?” He asks, “what are your exceptions?”

You think for a moment, “honestly, if I’m gonna give up my control, and place my pleasure in the hands of someone else, I have to really trust them. Like.. If they do something I don’t like, and I tell them to stop, I gotta know that they will immediately stop. I need to know that my pleasure will be in good hands, ya know?”

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He nods in response, “yeah, I get that, totally. Out of curiosity, is there anybody you know that you would be able to trust that much?”

You, Miles.

You blink away the immediate mental response, and decide to be honest. You nod, “y-yeah, there is. One guy.”

“Do I know him?” He asks.

You nod again, “yes, you do. Very much so.”

His brows raise in surprise, “oh, really? Shit, who is it?”

You clear your throat, and your response comes in a whisper, “y-you.”

“What? Speak up, man,” he chuckles.

You clear your throat again, and repeat it, louder, “it’s you, Miles.”

His brows shoot up higher, “oh my god, really? Holy shit, that is such an honor.”

You laugh, “yeah, like you would totally be up for that.”

“What makes you think I wouldn’t be?”

His question throws you off, and you can’t respond for a moment. When you do, it comes out in a stuttered mess, “wh-what do you mean? What do you mean? Would…would you be?”

“Mhmmmmm,” he drawls out his response, and his eyes are suddenly darker than their usual shade of brown.

“R-really? Miles… What.. I don’t… Huh?”

He laughs at your confusion, then speaks, “why is that so hard to believe?”

Your first thought comes out of your mouth, and when it does, you realize how pathetic of an excuse it is, “you’re….you. And I’m me. I don’t…. I don’t see me as the kind of girl you go for, Miles..”

He laughs, “(Y/N), I am FULL of surprises..” His voice lowers to a whisper, “and if you’re down for it, I’d love to show you each and every single one of them.”

His voice has taken on a more husky tone, and if you were standing, it would make your knees weak. You can’t even speak. You respond to his unspoken question with a furious nod.

You are MORE than down for whatever he was willing to give you.

He hums in response to your silent answer, and a smile crawls its way onto his lips, and he starts to lean in towards you. You shakily do the same, and once you’re nose to nose, Miles grabs your shaking hands within his own calm ones.

“Relax,” he whispers, bumping your nose with his, “you have nothing to worry about.”

He moves even closer, and your lips are brushing against each other now. He says, “if I do something you don’t like, tell me to stop. Okay?”

He has to repeat himself before it hits you that he wants you to give him confirmation that you do, indeed, understand. You gulp and whisper, “I don’t think that’s gonna happen.”

He chuckles against you, and his warm breath hitting your face makes you shiver.

His hands slowly release yours, and move up your arms, his fingertips grazing over your skin teasingly slow. His hands move up your arms, over your shoulders, to your collarbones, up your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. They finally settle on your face, cupping your cheeks in his hands. By this point, you’re trembling with anticipation.

His mouth descends onto yours, and the contact makes you whimper. You’ve wanted to kiss Miles for months now, and now it’s happening.

Your hands move to wrap around his neck, but he surprises you by seizing your wrists, and uses his own body to push yours to lay on the couch. When your back hits the seat, he pins your wrists on either side of your head. Before you can even gasp in surprise, his mouth is on yours again. His tongue grazes against your lip, asking for entrance, and the dominance in you decides to go against him.

You don’t open your mouth to him, and it doesn’t go unnoticed. He growls against your mouth, and his teeth bite down harshly on your bottom lip. The action makes you involuntarily gasp, and he takes advantage. His tongue slips into your mouth, and you can swear that you can feel his smirk. Your teeth nip at his tongue and he growls into you, his grip tightening on your wrists.

Your tongue fights against his for dominance, and you already know you’re going to lose. You want him too much.

When your tongue finally yields, his own explores every inch of your mouth, and he doesn’t stop until he has you writhing and moaning beneath him. His mouth eventually leaves yours to trail down your neck, leaving kisses and occasional bites along the way. As he gets to the place where your skin ends and the robe begins, one word breathlessly leaves your mouth, before you can even think about it.

“Bedroom.”

He immediately catches your drift and removes himself from you, standing on his feet. You follow suit immediately, and as soon as you are balanced, he grabs your waist and yanks you towards him, surprising you again. His lips smash against yours. Your hips bump flush against his, and you feel his excitement through his jeans. Your hands move to rest on his hips, and you pull him closer. One of his hands leaves your body, only to grab your wrist and roughly direct your hand to the bulge of his pants. The action causes you to moan into his mouth, and you start to palm him. If his mouth wasn’t devouring your own, you would bite your lip in reaction to the hardness that is beneath that denim. That pesky denim that is now very much in the way.

As your hand moves firmly against him, he hisses in pleasure, and you swallow the sound hungrily.

A few moments pass before he smacks your wrist away, and you can’t help but whine.

Though, it is immediately replaced with a gasp when Miles’ hands grab your hips hard, and he lifts you into the air. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, and he grabs your ass for leverage. The action causes his bulge to press insistently against your aching folds, and you can’t help but grind towards him. He lets out a groan before smirking at you.

“So impatient,” he says, breathlessly. You smirk and nod in agreement. He carries you up the stairs to your bedroom, and he kicks your door closed before setting you back on your feet. He takes a look around your room, and his eyes pause on your bed. You turn in that direction, and you’re horrified to realize that in your rush to get to the door, you had forgotten to put your….toy away. The silence between you and Miles is deafening, until he whispers, “what were you doing before I got here?”

You clear your throat, “n-nothing.”

He hums behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. He pulls you in, and his mouth presses against your neck. His hot breath makes you shiver as he says, “don’t lie to me, sweetheart. Were you doing something…. naughty?”

Your mouth falls open, but nothing comes out. You close it quickly and slowly nod. He hums again, and one of his hands moves down your body, grazing against the area between your legs. Even through the fabric of the robe, you still feel the touch against the sensitive area, and a shaky gasp comes out of you.

“Oh, such a dirty girl. You’re so sensitive already, and I haven’t even started, yet..” He says, huskily, then chuckles, “oh, this is going to be so much fun.”

He is rubbing against you through the fabric now, and your hips grind into his hand, desperate for any and all contact. When his hand leaves you, you turn to face him, only to catch him stripping his clothes. He yanks his shirt over his head and maintains predatory eye contact with you as he unbuttons his jeans and ever so slowly pulls them down his hips. You find yourself unable to look away from those eyes of his, so bright and filled with fire, a fire brought to life by lust. Knowing that lust is for you sends a shiver up your spine.

He slowly lets his fingers slide into the waistband of his boxers and he murmurs, “I’ll let you take your shot first, babe. Do what you want to me.”

The confident woman in you makes her appearance and you smirk, then purr, “ohh, are you sure? You may regret that.”

He laughs softly, “doubt it,” and he yanks the boxers down. His cock is hard and bobbing between his legs. The sight of him is absolutely delicious.

And now that he is finally fully naked in front of you, your body moves on its own as you growl and push him up against your closet door. Your hand automatically finds its way around his throat and you hold him there as your other hand moves downward. Your fingers wrap around his cock and feel his body stiffen for a moment in surprise.

You hum with satisfaction and lean up into him. Your fingers get a good grip on his cock and you start to stroke him as you whisper dirty things into his ear. You’re mostly winging it and saying what you would think a guy would like to hear, and thankfully, it’s working on Miles. You attach your lips to his and he moans into your kiss. You revel in the sound of his moans and move your mouth to his neck. You start to kiss and suck a trail down to his collarbone. You suck his skin harshly and he groans, his hips bucking into your tight hand. When you pull away, you see a red mark that is sure to bruise. You can’t stop the pride that runs through you.

You marked him.

Your grip on his neck tightens and you start to stroke him harder and faster.

He moans and whimpers for a few moments before the sounds gradually get deeper and turn into animalistic growls and hisses. You look up at his face and his eyes are wild and dark. His hands reach towards you, one around your neck, the other tightly fisted into your hair.

He pulls your head back with a growl and it makes you gasp.

The noises coming out of his mouth are ragged and rough and it sends a thrill through your body in the form of a shiver.

He pushes you backwards, relinquishing your grip on him, and as the backs of your knees hit your bed, he smashes his lips onto yours hard, his tongue forcing its way past your lips and teeth. It takes complete control over your mouth and you don’t even bother fighting back this time. This side of Miles is better than you have ever dreamed of.

You have barely gotten started with the things you want to do to Miles, but you’ll let it slide. The look in his eyes and the noises he’s making.. you want to let him take control. You want him.

A few moments later, he pulls away, removing his hands from your hair and throat, only to yank the sash of your robe apart and shove the material from your shoulders.

You are now naked in front of him, and his eyes somehow grow darker as they roam over your body.

He growls again and licks his lips before shoving you down onto the bed.

[an-implied-motherfucker]

You move your hands down to balance yourself, but your right one lands on the toy you were using earlier in the night. You pick it up and look at it for a moment, before looking back at Miles. You raise your eyebrows, "if you plan on using it on me, I must ask that we clean it off first."

He laughs lowly and shakes his head. He takes a step towards the bed, and one of his knees rests on the edge as he leans in toward you. He takes it from your hands and moves away to set it on the dresser. When he turns back toward you, his eyes are still dark, and the lustful look he gives you sends a shiver of desire through you.

"The only cock that will be inside of you will be mine."

You physically jump in surprise, having never heard Miles say anything like that before, aside from in your sexual daydreams.

It's night time, and you are not dreaming.

He crawls onto the bed towards you and sits on his heels, straddling your legs. It isn't long before Miles' hands are all over you, massaging your skin, pulling, twisting, tweaking, teasing. He does this for a few minutes, and you end up on your back, his ministrations making your arms too shaky and weak to hold you up any longer. When your back hits the mattress, he immediately moves closer, now straddling your hips, and his lips attach themselves to your neck, as his hands are both occupied by your nipples. You are a moaning and trembling mess of limbs by the time he removes his hands, and his mouth is moving downward. Your trembling only increases as his mouth grows closer and closer to the place you want him most. Though, as he goes down, his kisses grow slower and slower. The pace is agonizing and torturous as his teeth begin to graze against your hip. They move down and you groan in frustration as they deliberately avoid your quivering sex, and instead kiss a trail down your inner thighs.

You move your hands down into his hair to direct him, but before you can reach him, he grabs your wrists and pins them to the bed. Your wrists are now pinned next to your hips, and you're going mad. His mouth gets closer and closer, but not quite there. Never quite there. You whimper when his face is so close that his facial hair grazes against your lips. He continues to tease you until your eyes are tearing up and you can't take it anymore.

"Miles!"

His name leaves your mouth in a frustrated shout. He looks up at you, and you wonder how you must look to him. You're breathing heavily, and your eyes are wide, crazed as you look down at him, your eyes dark with desire.

Though, the wondering is halted when he maintains eye contact with you as his lips finally go where you want them to. They finally attach to your slit, and your head falls to the mattress and you shout. His tongue swipes against you and you can't hold back the noises that come from your mouth. It swipes a few more times before boldly dipping inside of you, and you are already close to your end. The knot in your stomach is wound up, waiting to be released, and you already know he won't let you cum immediately.

You know because you would do the same thing.

His tongue starts an in and out routine, and his hands move from your wrists to hold your hips, pulling you closer to his mouth. The moment your hands are released, they fly to his hair, entangling in it, and tugging at it, displaying your pleasure. He moans against you, and the vibration rolls through your whole body, and you find yourself echoing the noise with your own.

The knot in your stomach builds higher and higher, and when you're right on the edge, Miles seems to know it, because he stops.

A growl of frustration leaves your lips before you can even think to stop it, and the smirk he gives you sends another shiver through your body.

"What do you want?" He asks in an innocent voice.

You growl, "fuck me, Miles. Now."

He sucks his teeth and shakes his head before running his tongue once along your slit and whispering, "if you want my cock, you have beg for it."

You huff angrily and he laughs at you.

You expect him to go right back to teasing you, but he looks up at you expectantly, waiting.

He's waiting for you to literally beg.

The defiance in you wants you to fight against him, but your body is much too wound up, much too desperate.

"Miles," you sigh desperately, "please? Please?"

"Please what?" He teases you, "be specific, Y/N."

You growl, then take a deep breath, and just come out with it, "Miles, PLEASE give me your cock? Please, just.. Please fuck me into this mattress. Please, I am BEGGING you."

A triumphant smile slides across his face and he stands up straight. He leans over you and whispers, "that sounded so much better than in my imagination."

It takes a moment for his words to hit you.

"You.." You start, flustered, "you've imagined me like this too?"

He nods with a smirk, "yup. More than I'd care to admit. Now.."

He crawls onto the bed. He gives you a hard kiss before pulling away and whispering, "do you want to keep talking or do you want me to fuck you?"

You whimper at his harshly whispered words and manage to say, "second one, second one, please."

He hums with satisfaction, "that's what I thought."

He moves between your legs and reaches a hand down to check you. His fingers make contact with your wet and quivering flesh, and he hums with a smirk.

"You're all ready for me, aren't you?"

You nod instantly, and furiously. You can't even speak.

He grabs one of your wrists and tugs it downward.

"Guide me in," he whispers against your earlobe before tugging it between his teeth.

You whimper and quickly wrap your hand around his cock. You can't stop the helpless moan that escapes as you feel how hard he is.

You give him a few strokes before you have a sudden thought.

Tease him a little.

You restrain your smirk and slowly rub the sensitive tip of his cock against your lips. You do it a few times before Miles is twitching above you and he's moaning.

"You fucking tease," he growls breathlessly as he continues to shiver above you.

The smirk breaks through and you murmur, "you’re one to fucking talk."

With that, you finally let him slip in and he does so with little to no resistance. He's all the way in within two seconds, and you both moan in ecstasy.

He instantly grabs both of your wrists and roughly pins them next to your head. Then he starts to move and let me tell you, he is not gentle. He's immediately slamming into you, and you wouldn't ask him to slow down even if you wanted him to. Which you don't.

He is obeying your request to fuck you into the mattress, and he's making you scream in pleasure.

He is moaning in your ear, talking dirty to you, telling you how good you feel, calling you a good girl, and his words are quickly bringing you to the edge again.

“Miles,” you whimper, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Yes,” he hisses in your ear, slamming into you harder and faster, “cum for me, girl.”

You cry out as pleasure overtakes you, waves and waves rolling over your body. Miles hisses again and removes his hands from your wrists, before they move down to wrap around your hips. He slams into you and with each slap of his hips against yours, it pulls a little whimpers out of you. Your body is oversensitive, almost to the point of pain, but you can tell as his movements lose their rhythm and his hisses turn to moans that he’s getting close, and you won’t dare tell him to stop.

Your hands tangle into his hair and his mouth latches to your neck, sucking harshly on your skin. The pain merely adds to your pleasure.

He groans against you, “god, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cover you,” his fingernails digging into your skin.

Just as you register his words, he’s pulling out, and he’s cumming on your stomach. You want to watch his hand stroke his cock to bring out every last drop, but you can’t take your eyes off of his face. His eyes are rolling back into his head and his mouth falls open as pleasure rolls over him and moans fall from his lips with every breath. Your name escapes his mouth and it makes your stomach flip.

Moments pass before he’s spent, and he leans over you, falling to support his weight with one arm, his hand mere inches from your head.

He pants for a few moments before his eyes open and connect with yours. He gives you a smile, “that was fucking great.”

You laugh, “I agree. That was better than anything I’ve ever imagined.”

He smirks, “you imagine me, huh?”

You roll your eyes, “thought that would be obvious by now, Miles.”

He laughs as he slowly moves away from you to sit next to your feet. He sits there for a moment before he gets to his feet. He leaves your bedroom and you just barely see the bathroom light coming through your doorway. You lay there and mentally replay what just happened, enjoying every second.

Miles eventually returns with a warm damp washcloth, and he gingerly wipes you down, making sure to get all of himself off of you. You watch him with a smile the whole time.

Once you’re clean, he tosses the cloth into your hamper and smiles back down at you. He leans down toward you and presses his lips onto yours.

When he pulls away, he whispers, “so, uh.. we should do that again sometime.”

You laugh, “sure thing, I’m down for that. On one condition.”

“What’s that?”

A smirk makes its way onto your lips, “I’m in control.”

His smirk matches yours, “can’t wait to see what you can do.”

And you can’t wait to show him.

[an-implied-motherfucker]

Rough - Miles Luna x Reader

A/N: okay, so this has been in the works for a very long time now, as you’ll be able to see once you start reading.

I’ve finally been able to finish it, and now this post limit is prohibiting me from posting it as a whole, so this is the only way I can think of to get this out for you. I hope you enjoy!

You’re speechless.

The ending theme song to Always Open fades off, and you stare into your bedroom in stunned silence.

You’ve just finished listening to episode number six. For the second time. This new installment includes Barbara, Ashley, Mauriel.. And Miles. The man you just so happen to have the BIGGEST crush on.

Actually, let’s be real, ‘crush’ is an understatement of the feelings you have for the man.

And hearing that Miles would be in episode 6 of Always Open, you were instantly excited to listen to it. Though, it’s been released to the public for two days, and you finally have a day off and can sit down and actually listen to it. You listened to it twice.

And now that it’s over, your body is overly warm, and your breath has grown heavy, ever since the first segment of the show, My First Time.

You want to personally thank the person who asked about their kinks.

You know Miles fairly well, you’re good friends, but you have never had the nerve to ask what his kinks are. Though, you were desperately curious.

Miles is the second one to answer the question, just behind Barbara.

“I like to dominate.”

As the words leave his mouth, an instant list of possible scenarios pass through your brain, and your cheeks grow hot, and your lips go dry.

You, personally, like to dominate, as well. As a woman, that’s not seen or heard about often. But hearing that Miles has the same kink, you find yourself wanting to submit to him. You find yourself wanting Miles to dominate you and your body, the idea gets you hot and bothered.

Hearing him speak at length about what he likes and what turns him on, is making you see him in a whole new light, and you are greatly enjoying the new light.

You listen to the whole podcast intently the first time. But when it plays a second time, you let your imagination run wild with the new Miles. And boy, does it run.

You end up laying in the center of your bed, spread eagle, dildo in your hands, relieving your…tension.

Though, before you can finish, there’s a rapping on your front door.

You jump straight up, your heart thumping wildly in your chest.

You hurriedly hop into your bathrobe and rush down the stairs, confused. You aren’t expecting company, so you don’t know who it could be.

Though, you look through the peephole, and your heart stops in an instant.

Miles.

You still completely, and you are unable to move to open the door.

Your eyes are trained on him as he stands outside your door, looking tense.

It is a common occurrence that he comes over to see you when he’s stressed out, because you, for some reason, have a calming effect on him.

But now, being worked up over him, and knowing what you were just doing, you find yourself not knowing what to do.

About a minute passes before Miles knocks on the door again. He calls out to you, “Y/N, come on, open up! I know you’re home, your car’s outside, lemme in! Please?”

His voice pulls you out of your stillness, and your hand is shaking as it reaches for the doorknob.

It’s fine, you tell yourself. It’s Miles. He is your friend. You don’t have anything to worry about. Relax.

You force yourself to take a deep breath, then two, then three.

You open the door, and are met with Miles, in mid knock. He doesn’t waste a moment, as he steps into your home, pulling you into his arms.

He always greets you with a hug, and the sudden contact almost makes you gasp, but you catch yourself just in time. You return his hug, and he slowly pulls away after a few moments.

“What’s up, Miles?” You ask casually, trying to slow down your racing heart.

He sighs, “I’m just.. Ugh. Stress, ya know? Stress. And you know what I do when I’m stressed?”

You smile, “you come see me.”

The smile he returns is boyish and charming, “damn right. So what are you up to tonight?”

The flashback of you laying in your bed, squirming in pleasure and whimpering Miles’ name under your breath passes through your head, and you quickly clear your throat, pushing the thought from your head, as you give him a little white lie, “not much, I was just about to make some food and watch a movie.”

He nods in silence, “cool, cool. Do you mind if I join you?”

You nod in return with a soft smile, “of course not, Miles. Make yourself at home.”

He smiles in thanks and moves to sit on your couch, slipping off his shoes along the way. You walk into the kitchen and search through your refrigerator for something to focus on. The atmosphere you have with Miles is usually comfortable, but now it’s a bit odd. Though, you know that is fully because of what you had been doing before he arrived. As well as the very inappropriate things you’ve been thinking about Miles since you listened to Always Open.

Oh, the things you’d like to do to him.–Oh, pardon me, I mean the things you’d like HIM to do to YOU.

Well.. both.

The silence between you is growing uncomfortable for you, and in a stupid attempt to make conversation, the words come out of your mouth before you can stop them.

“So, Miles, I listened to Always Open earlier.”

He gives a soft laugh, “yeah? How was it?”

You settle on an apple, and bring it with you to the living room as you settle into the couch beside him. You laugh in return, “I did not expect to hear about your kinks when I started listening, that is for damn sure.”

He laughs louder, “sorry, I couldn’t not answer the question.”

You giggle and wave him off, “no, no, it doesn’t bother me any. It’s pretty hot, I’m not gonna lie.”

You see him jump in surprise, and his eyebrows shoot up. He hums, “oh, really?”

You simply nod, and a smirk crosses his face. He says, “well, you know my kinks. Now, I’m curious about yours. Why don’t you clue me in?”

He looks at you with a curious look in his eye, and you adore it. You laugh and nod, “alright, that’s fair,” you clear your throat before speaking again, “well.. I like to be in control, too, most of the time..”

“Most of the time, huh?” He asks, “what are your exceptions?”

You think for a moment, “honestly, if I’m gonna give up my control, and place my pleasure in the hands of someone else, I have to really trust them. Like.. If they do something I don’t like, and I tell them to stop, I gotta know that they will immediately stop. I need to know that my pleasure will be in good hands, ya know?”

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He nods in response, "yeah, I get that, totally. Out of curiosity, is there anybody you know that you would be able to trust that much?"

You, Miles.

You blink away the immediate mental response, and decide to be honest. You nod, "y-yeah, there is. One guy."

"Do I know him?" He asks.

You nod again, "yes, you do. Very much so."

His brows raise in surprise, "oh, really? Shit, who is it?"

You clear your throat, and your response comes in a whisper, "y-you."

"What? Speak up, man," he chuckles.

You clear your throat again, and repeat it, louder, "it's you, Miles."

His brows shoot up higher, "oh my god, really? Holy shit, that is such an honor."

You laugh, "yeah, like you would totally be up for that."

"What makes you think I wouldn't be?"

His question throws you off, and you can't respond for a moment. When you do, it comes out in a stuttered mess, "wh-what do you mean? What do you mean? Would...would you be?"

"Mhmmmmm," he drawls out his response, and his eyes are suddenly darker than their usual shade of brown.

"R-really? Miles... What.. I don't... Huh?"

He laughs at your confusion, then speaks, "why is that so hard to believe?"

Your first thought comes out of your mouth, and when it does, you realize how pathetic of an excuse it is, "you're....you. And I'm me. I don't.... I don't see me as the kind of girl you go for, Miles.."

He laughs, "(Y/N), I am FULL of surprises.." His voice lowers to a whisper, "and if you're down for it, I'd love to show you each and every single one of them."

His voice has taken on a more husky tone, and if you were standing, it would make your knees weak. You can't even speak. You respond to his unspoken question with a furious nod.

You are MORE than down for whatever he was willing to give you.

He hums in response to your silent answer, and a smile crawls its way onto his lips, and he starts to lean in towards you. You shakily do the same, and once you're nose to nose, Miles grabs your shaking hands within his own calm ones.

"Relax," he whispers, bumping your nose with his, "you have nothing to worry about."

He moves even closer, and your lips are brushing against each other now. He says, "if I do something you don't like, tell me to stop. Okay?"

He has to repeat himself before it hits you that he wants you to give him confirmation that you do, indeed, understand. You gulp and whisper, "I don't think that's gonna happen."

He chuckles against you, and his warm breath hitting your face makes you shiver.

His hands slowly release yours, and move up your arms, his fingertips grazing over your skin teasingly slow. His hands move up your arms, over your shoulders, to your collarbones, up your neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. They finally settle on your face, cupping your cheeks in his hands. By this point, you're trembling with anticipation.

His mouth descends onto yours, and the contact makes you whimper. You've wanted to kiss Miles for months now, and now it's happening.

Your hands move to wrap around his neck, but he surprises you by seizing your wrists, and uses his own body to push yours to lay on the couch. When your back hits the seat, he pins your wrists on either side of your head. Before you can even gasp in surprise, his mouth is on yours again. His tongue grazes against your lip, asking for entrance, and the dominance in you decides to go against him.

You don't open your mouth to him, and it doesn't go unnoticed. He growls against your mouth, and his teeth bite down harshly on your bottom lip. The action makes you involuntarily gasp, and he takes advantage. His tongue slips into your mouth, and you can swear that you can feel his smirk. Your teeth nip at his tongue and he growls into you, his grip tightening on your wrists.

Your tongue fights against his for dominance, and you already know you're going to lose. You want him too much.

When your tongue finally yields, his own explores every inch of your mouth, and he doesn't stop until he has you writhing and moaning beneath him. His mouth eventually leaves yours to trail down your neck, leaving kisses and occasional bites along the way. As he gets to the place where your skin ends and the robe begins, one word breathlessly leaves your mouth, before you can even think about it.

"Bedroom."

He immediately catches your drift and removes himself from you, standing on his feet. You follow suit immediately, and as soon as you are balanced, he grabs your waist and yanks you towards him, surprising you again. His lips smash against yours. Your hips bump flush against his, and you feel his excitement through his jeans. Your hands move to rest on his hips, and you pull him closer. One of his hands leaves your body, only to grab your wrist and roughly direct your hand to the bulge of his pants. The action causes you to moan into his mouth, and you start to palm him. If his mouth wasn't devouring your own, you would bite your lip in reaction to the hardness that is beneath that denim. That pesky denim that is now very much in the way.

As your hand moves firmly against him, he hisses in pleasure, and you swallow the sound hungrily.

A few moments pass before he smacks your wrist away, and you can't help but whine.

Though, it is immediately replaced with a gasp when Miles' hands grab your hips hard, and he lifts you into the air. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, and he grabs your ass for leverage. The action causes his bulge to press insistently against your aching folds, and you can't help but grind towards him. He lets out a groan before smirking at you.

"So impatient," he says, breathlessly. You smirk and nod in agreement. He carries you up the stairs to your bedroom, and he kicks your door closed before setting you back on your feet. He takes a look around your room, and his eyes pause on your bed. You turn in that direction, and you're horrified to realize that in your rush to get to the door, you had forgotten to put your....toy away. The silence between you and Miles is deafening, until he whispers, "what were you doing before I got here?"

You clear your throat, "n-nothing."

He hums behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. He pulls you in, and his mouth presses against your neck. His hot breath makes you shiver as he says, "don't lie to me, sweetheart. Were you doing something.... naughty?"

Your mouth falls open, but nothing comes out. You close it quickly and slowly nod. He hums again, and one of his hands moves down your body, grazing against the area between your legs. Even through the fabric of the robe, you still feel the touch against the sensitive area, and a shaky gasp comes out of you.

"Oh, such a dirty girl. You're so sensitive already, and I haven't even started, yet.." He says, huskily, then chuckles, "oh, this is going to be so much fun."

He is rubbing against you through the fabric now, and your hips grind into his hand, desperate for any and all contact. When his hand leaves you, you turn to face him, only to catch him stripping his clothes. He yanks his shirt over his head and maintains predatory eye contact with you as he unbuttons his jeans and ever so slowly pulls them down his hips. You find yourself unable to look away from those eyes of his, so bright and filled with fire, a fire brought to life by lust. Knowing that lust is for you sends a shiver up your spine.

He slowly lets his fingers slide into the waistband of his boxers and he murmurs, "I'll let you take your shot first, babe. Do what you want to me.”

The confident woman in you makes her appearance and you smirk, then purr, "ohh, are you sure? You may regret that."

He laughs softly, "doubt it," and he yanks the boxers down. His cock is hard and bobbing between his legs. The sight of him is absolutely delicious.

And now that he is finally fully naked in front of you, your body moves on its own as you growl and push him up against your closet door. Your hand automatically finds its way around his throat and you hold him there as your other hand moves downward. Your fingers wrap around his cock and feel his body stiffen for a moment in surprise.

You hum with satisfaction and lean up into him. Your fingers get a good grip on his cock and you start to stroke him as you whisper dirty things into his ear. You're mostly winging it and saying what you would think a guy would like to hear, and thankfully, it's working on Miles. You attach your lips to his and he moans into your kiss. You revel in the sound of his moans and move your mouth to his neck. You start to kiss and suck a trail down to his collarbone. You suck his skin harshly and he groans, his hips bucking into your tight hand. When you pull away, you see a red mark that is sure to bruise. You can’t stop the pride that runs through you.

You marked him.

Your grip on his neck tightens and you start to stroke him harder and faster.

He moans and whimpers for a few moments before the sounds gradually get deeper and turn into animalistic growls and hisses. You look up at his face and his eyes are wild and dark. His hands reach towards you, one around your neck, the other tightly fisted into your hair.

He pulls your head back with a growl and it makes you gasp.

The noises coming out of his mouth are ragged and rough and it sends a thrill through your body in the form of a shiver.

He pushes you backwards, relinquishing your grip on him, and as the backs of your knees hit your bed, he smashes his lips onto yours hard, his tongue forcing its way past your lips and teeth. It takes complete control over your mouth and you don’t even bother fighting back this time. This side of Miles is better than you have ever dreamed of.

You have barely gotten started with the things you want to do to Miles, but you’ll let it slide. The look in his eyes and the noises he’s making.. you want to let him take control. You want him.

A few moments later, he pulls away, removing his hands from your hair and throat, only to yank the sash of your robe apart and shove the material from your shoulders.

You are now naked in front of him, and his eyes somehow grow darker as they roam over your body.

He growls again and licks his lips before shoving you down onto the bed.

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Rough - Miles Luna x Reader

A/N: okay, so this has been in the works for a very long time now, as you’ll be able to see once you start reading.

I’ve finally been able to finish it, and now this post limit is prohibiting me from posting it as a whole, so this is the only way I can think of to get this out for you. I hope you enjoy!

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You're speechless.

The ending theme song to Always Open fades off, and you stare into your bedroom in stunned silence.

You've just finished listening to episode number six. For the second time. This new installment includes Barbara, Ashley, Mauriel.. And Miles. The man you just so happen to have the BIGGEST crush on.

Actually, let's be real, 'crush' is an understatement of the feelings you have for the man.

And hearing that Miles would be in episode 6 of Always Open, you were instantly excited to listen to it. Though, it's been released to the public for two days, and you finally have a day off and can sit down and actually listen to it. You listened to it twice.

And now that it's over, your body is overly warm, and your breath has grown heavy, ever since the first segment of the show, My First Time.

You want to personally thank the person who asked about their kinks.

You know Miles fairly well, you're good friends, but you have never had the nerve to ask what his kinks are. Though, you were desperately curious.

Miles is the second one to answer the question, just behind Barbara.

"I like to dominate."

As the words leave his mouth, an instant list of possible scenarios pass through your brain, and your cheeks grow hot, and your lips go dry.

You, personally, like to dominate, as well. As a woman, that's not seen or heard about often. But hearing that Miles has the same kink, you find yourself wanting to submit to him, which surprises you. You find yourself wanting Miles to dominate you and your body, the idea gets you hot and bothered.

Hearing him speak at length about what he likes and what turns him on, is making you see him in a whole new light, and you are greatly enjoying the new light.

You listen to the whole podcast intently the first time. But when it plays a second time, you let your imagination run wild with the new Miles. And boy, does it run.

You end up laying in the center of your bed, spread eagle, vibrator in your hands, relieving your...tension.

Though, before you can finish, there's a rapping on your front door.

You jump straight up, your heart thumping wildly in your chest.

You hurriedly hop into your bathrobe and rush down the stairs, confused. You aren't expecting company, so you don't know who it could be.

Though, you look through the peephole, and your heart stops in an instant.

Miles.

You still completely, and you are unable to move to open the door.

Your eyes are trained on him as he stands outside your door, looking tense.

It is a common occurrence that he comes over to see you when he's stressed out, because you, for some reason, have a calming effect on him.

But now, being worked up over him, and knowing what you were just doing, you find yourself not knowing what to do.

About a minute passes before Miles knocks on the door again. He calls out to you, "Y/N, come on, open up! I know you're home, your car's outside, lemme in! Please?"

His voice pulls you out of your stillness, and your hand is shaking as it reaches for the doorknob.

It's fine, you tell yourself. It's Miles. He is your friend. You don't have anything to worry about. Relax.

You force yourself to take a deep breath, then two, then three.

You open the door, and are met with Miles, in mid knock. He doesn't waste a moment, as he steps into your home, pulling you into his arms.

He always greets you with a hug, and the sudden contact almost makes you gasp, but you catch yourself just in time. You return his hug, and he slowly pulls away after a few moments.

"What's up, Miles?" You ask casually, trying to slow down your racing heart.

He sighs, "I'm just.. Ugh. Stress, ya know? Stress. And you know what I do when I'm stressed?"

You smile, "you come see me."

The smile he returns is boyish and charming, "damn right. So what are you up to tonight?"

The flashback of you laying in your bed, squirming in pleasure and whimpering Miles' name under your breath passes through your head, and you quickly clear your throat, pushing the thought from your head, as you give him a little white lie, "not much, I was just about to make some food and watch a movie."

He nods in silence, "cool, cool. Do you mind if I join you?"

You nod in return with a soft smile, "of course not, Miles. Make yourself at home."

He smiles in thanks and moves to sit on your couch, slipping off his shoes along the way. You walk into the kitchen and search through your refrigerator for something to focus on. The atmosphere you have with Miles is usually comfortable, but now it's a bit odd. Though, you know that is fully because of what you had been doing before he arrived. As well as the very inappropriate things you've been thinking about Miles since you listened to Always Open.

Oh, the things you'd like to do to him.--Oh, pardon me, I mean the things you'd like HIM to do to YOU.

Well.. both.

The silence between you is growing uncomfortable for you, and in a stupid attempt to make conversation, the words come out of your mouth before you can stop them.

"So, Miles, I listened to Always Open earlier."

He gives a soft laugh, "yeah? How was it?"

You settle on an apple, and bring it with you to the living room as you settle into the couch beside him. You laugh in return, "I did not expect to hear about your kinks when I started listening, that is for damn sure."

He laughs louder, "sorry, I couldn't not answer the question."

You giggle and wave him off, "no, no, it doesn't bother me any. It's pretty hot, I'm not gonna lie."

You see him jump in surprise, and his eyebrows shoot up. He hums, "oh, really?"

You simply nod, and a smirk crosses his face. He says, "well, you know my kinks. Now, I'm curious about yours. Why don't you clue me in?"

He looks at you with a curious look in his eye, and you adore it. You laugh and nod, "alright, that's fair," you clear your throat before speaking again, "well.. I like to be in control, too, most of the time.."

"Most of the time, huh?" He asks, "what are your exceptions?"

You think for a moment, "honestly, if I'm gonna give up my control, and place my pleasure in the hands of someone else, I have to really trust them. Like.. If they do something I don't like, and I tell them to stop, I gotta know that they will immediately stop. I need to know that my pleasure will be in good hands, ya know?"

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WHERE THE SHIT TITS DID THIS POST LIMIT COME FROM I AM TRYING TO POST SMUTTY FANFIC WTF

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Ok so like.. remember when Ryan broke out of zip ties in like 0.06 seconds I do

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A Knight's Oath Part Five: The Prodigy

A/N: I apologize for such a lengthy wait time between part four and this part. Writer’s block is one evil mistress, my friends. Enjoy!

You sit in the dining hall, awaiting Geoff. It has been a long day, and you’ve been looking forward to this meeting all the while. It has been a month since the warriors arrived in your kingdom and it’s about time you check in on their progress from their trainer’s point of view. You sit at your table, twirling a wine glass in your hand, occasionally taking a sip of it. On the table in front of you is a folder containing all of the trainees’ files, for reference. A few minutes pass before the sound of footsteps approach the doorway and Geoff steps through. You smile in greeting as he swiftly approaches you. He bends to one knee in front of you and places his fist over his heart, “my queen.”

You nod and he gets back to his feet before taking the seat next to you.

A waiter approaches Geoff with his usual choice of liquor and he smiles in thanks before taking a swig of it.

“So how are your apprentices doing?” you ask.

Geoff sets down his glass and entwines his fingers in front of him. He says, “a lot of them came here not knowing much about being in battle, nor about protecting anyone.. they need a lot of work..” his grim expression lightens a little as he continues, “but there are some that are really promising, like they know what they’re doing. One in particular, though, he has really impressed me, he’s overcome every obstacle I’ve thrown at him.”

You smile, “who is he?”

He reaches toward the folder that sits in front of you and smoothly sweeps it towards him. He searches through it for a few moments before he finds who he’s looking for. Then he turns the file to face you and says, “his name’s James Haywood. Asked me to call him Ryan. He’s quite the quick study. When he isn’t practicing, he’s following me and pointing out any potentially dangerous mistake that the others make. My queen, this Ryan Haywood.. he is very impressive. I haven’t found a weakness in him.”

You smile, “must take after his teacher, Geoffrey.”

He laughs, “you’re the only weakness I have, my queen. And yet, you are also my strength.”

Your heart swells at the notion, and he goes back into talking of Ryan. As you listen to him gush about the trainee, your eyes wander down to his file. The photo of him sits above the other papers you have for him, and you remember him. You couldn’t forget those blue eyes. Those eyes are dangerous, and they seem to hide a darkness in them. You hide darkness in your own, so it doesn’t scare you, but you can’t deny that you’re intrigued by this man.

Once your meeting with Geoff ends and he leaves, you call out to Jack. Your advisor comes out of the kitchen area and approaches you, “yes, my lady?”

You point down to Ryan’s photo, “please arrange a meeting with this man for tomorrow evening.”

He looks down at the photo, then nods at you, “yes, my lady,” before walking out of the hall, undoubtedly toward the lounge to find Ryan. You quickly call “thank you” after him before he’s out of earshot, then walk out of the dining hall, yourself.

You retire to your chambers, having done all you needed to do today. You have had enough dealing with people for today, and you yearn for solitude. When you lay down to sleep, you find yourself really looking forward for your meeting with Ryan. You look forward to seeing those eyes. Those eyes lull you to sleep.

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A Knight's Oath Part Four: Training Begins

A/N: hello! Fourth installment of A Knight’s Oath. This is legitimately the first chapter of this series that I actually wrote. Ive added a paragraph or two, but this is the first chapter I’ve had the inspiration and energy to sit down and write for this lmao I hope you enjoy reading it like I enjoyed writing it! (Like I genuinely enjoyed writing this chapter, it was really fun)

It’s been a day since the apprentices arrived in your kingdom. After a brief welcome speech, you sent them all to their sleeping areas to get settled in. The next day, today, their training begins.

You watch as the hopeful guards-to-be stand in front of you. Geoff walks in front of them all from left to right. His back is to you, but his stance is confident and threatening.

“Alright, young ones, listen up,” he calls as he continues to walk along the line of them, “You brave young warriors of Brax and kingdoms alike are here, under my supervision, as you work together to become royal guards. My name is Geoff. And I’m going to be training you. I’m gonna toughen you guys up, make sure you can protect my queen. Are there any questions so far?”

One young man raises his hand, and Geoff points to him. The man bows in thanks and says, “this place is for knights, men training to fight for the queen and this kingdom. Why are there women here among the line meant for warriors?”

Before Geoff can answer, you squint your eyes and stand from the throne. You can see many of the people stand straighter, and the room goes silent. Geoff turns to you with a smirk, “yes, my queen?”

You smile, “I can answer this one myself, dear,” as you stride to the young man who asked the question. You can see that he is nervous, under your direct attention.

Geoff takes a few steps back with a nod, giving you the floor. Not that you didn’t have it already. Let’s be honest, you’ve had the floor since you stood from the throne.

You say, “young man, I do appreciate a good question. Why are there women here, in a place usually meant to train warriors and soldiers? Well, that is because I see the women here and they are brave. Putting themselves on the line to protect me and this kingdom, knowing well that they may die. Just like you are. Just like everyone here. Men and women are both more than capable of fighting. Women are capable of getting their hands dirty, just as men are.”

You smirk and crack your knuckles, “I’d be more than happy to show you.”

The man’s eyes snap open wide and he looks surprised. People start to hoot and holler, and Geoff cuts in, setting a hand on your shoulder with a laugh, “alright, Feisty, go sit down. I’m the trainer, it’s MY job to break him, not yours.”

You laugh and shrug him off, “oh, you ruin all the fun,” before winking at the boy and turning around and walking back to your throne. You sit down and cross one leg over the other, resting your hands on your knee.

Geoff addresses the line, “you never want to have to fight her, kids, trust me. None of you stand a chance.. not right now, at least. But when I’m through with you… you might get lucky and escape with a few broken bones.”

Many of the people laugh at this, including you. The partnership you have with Geoff is one you will always cherish.

Another hand raises into the air. Geoff points to the owner, and a young woman with blonde hair and fierce blue eyes looks to you, taking one small step forward, “I have a question for the queen, if I may.”

You smile and nod to her, “go on, dear.”

“Why are you all of the sudden on the search for knights and guards? Is Brax going to war?”

You shake your head, “no, we aren’t going to war with anyone. But my dear Geoff is retiring in the distant future, and we need to have someone to replace him at my side when he retires. And the process is long, and it is not easy to find someone to meet Geoff’s and my own standards to be at my side and be in charge of my safety. So we are starting now, to train you all to give you a place in my royal guard, and eventually for one of you, to be at my side. It is a very important job, and to find someone worthy of the position, we have to put you all through the training that Geoff went through. Does that answer your question?”

She nods with a kind smile, “yes, thank you, my queen,” and back into her place in the line.

Geoff starts to walk again and the attention is back on him. He says, “it’s true that I’m retiring. I’ve been by my queen’s side for many years, and they’ve been the best years of my life. But the truth is, I’m getting older. And eventually, I won’t be physically able to protect her anymore.”

He suddenly stops and his boots click loudly against the floor, causing an echo. He’s standing in front of one boy who now looks guilty. You suspect he said something under his breath and Geoff caught it. He grabs the boy by the collar of his shirt and pulls him forward, his voice comes out loud and threatening, “do not take my age for weakness, boy. I can still demolish you, and make you regret ever setting foot in this palace. Got it?”

The boy nods and Geoff releases him. You smile proudly as relief crosses his face as Geoff moves on. He’s going to have fun with these people, and you are going to have fun watching.

Geoff continues, “you all are about to go through the worst training of your lives. I can’t promise that you will all survive it. But it is for the good of this kingdom. If you make it through this, you will be among the most important people in this kingdom, and you will be serving your queen in the most noble of ways. But we understand that this may be a bit scary for some of you. We don’t blame you. So, if you’re having second thoughts, get out now while you have the chance. Once you sign your papers today, it will be official, and getting you out after that will be a huge pain in the ass. So if you want to leave now, we will have Jack escort you out,” Geoff points to your advisor, who stands at the door patiently.

It is silent and still for a few moments before a small handful of people slowly step out of line, and head in Jack’s direction.

When it seems that that is all, you stand from the throne and bow your head towards them, “I thank you all for your consideration to join this cause, anyway. We wish you all the best.”

They all bow in thanks before Jack leads them out.

“Anything else?” Geoff calls out.

“I have a question, sir,” a deep voice calls, and you look to the owner. You see a handsome young man with bright blue eyes. His hair is dirty blonde and just long enough to fit into a low ponytail. He has stubble on his face, and being someone not usually fond of facial hair, it surprises you that you find it attractive.

Geoff approaches him, “what’s your question, young man?”

The man asks, “I’ve read that the queen’s guard has to take an oath of fealty. Is that true?”

Geoff nods, “yes, it is. The queen’s guard takes an oath, and if they break their oath, the punishment is death.”

Geoff’s tone is grim, yet threatening.

The man merely smiles and nods politely. His eyes meet yours and you find yourself holding your breath. Those eyes are breathtaking, and fierce. He looks ready to go through hell and come back with the devil’s head on a stake. He does not break eye contact with you as he asks, “when do we start?”

Geoff turns back to look at you and sees that you’re already smirking.

You like him already.

[dealwrought]

idk about you, but i’m psyched for lil’ j.

[anarchetypalarchive]

probably the worst thing for fake ah crew geoff about opening his place up to the crew is that he realizes how fucking horrible they are at taking care of themselves?? like okay geoff “will drink liquor as a meal” ramsey doesn’t exactly have anyplace to be judging from but like

gavin, how– how many energy drinks have you had. why are your fingers shaking like that. you weigh like six pounds of fucking course four red bulls are gonna make you jittery oh my god

jack how fucking long have you been working. those aren’t your clothes from yesterday, those are your clothes from two days ago, yes i’m sure, that hawaiian print is such an assault on my eyes i wouldn’t forget it

ryan you eat, um, nothing as far as i can tell and you sleep standing up, i think, which is weird, but then michael brings in donuts and you eat six in ten minutes and pass out on my couch, are you. are you okay.

speaking of donuts and all other foods and some non-foods: michael if you don’t stop trying to Eat Everything for a dare i’m gonna have to put stomach pumping services on speed dial

jeremy you have to stop letting gavin convince you to do stupid and/or dangerous things just because he’s filming it, you are going to straight-up die and i don’t really care how many youtube views that’ll net you

lindsay please stop trying to Fight Everything including your own crew, not every situation calls for a knife fight and if a situation does call for a knife fight the knife doesn’t gotta be that goddamn big

mica you can’t just go walking smugly into other gangs’ territories– no i don’t care that you can take them. you don’t go onto your shitty neighbor’s property and piss on their lawn just because you can. you’re gonna start a fight and then lindsay’s gonna get her knife out again.

trevor you leave a trail of coffee cups in your wake and i’m pretty sure they’re just filled with straight espresso. do you– i mean, we could just get you a rolling iv and drip caffeine straight into your veins at this point.

matt if you order forty breadsticks and nothing else for dinner one more time i may have an actual, literal aneurysm, have you ever eaten an actual vegetable in your life

ray i don’t even know where to start with you can you even name a vegetable.

[an-implied-motherfucker]

A Knight's Oath Part Three: The Arrival

A/N: Hellooooo, friends. I present to you, the third installment of A Knight’s Oath! I hope you enjoy!

Ryan’s father gives a devious smile, clearly happy with Ryan’s decision to help him.

“My son, you will start here. I will give you one night to pack your necessities, and you will set out for Brax tomorrow. I will send one of my men with you, and so you will be in contact with me, to tell me of your progress,” the false king explains to Ryan, who stands with his arms crossed, a skeptical look in his eyes.

Ryan’s father raises his hand and waves Ryan away. He knows a dismissal when he sees one, and walks away with more questions than answers.

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The next morning, Ryan awakes to one of his old servants entering his guest room.

“It is time to rise for the morning, your gra-” the servant catches himself and corrects his statement, “Ryan.”

Ryan sits up and gives a humorless laugh as he rubs the sleep from his eyes, “not used to the false king yet, huh?”

The servant looks down and doesn’t say a word as he scurries from the room. Ryan sighs in annoyance before rolling out of bed. By the time he gets dressed and grabs his belongings, the horses are ready to set off. His partner is feeding his own horse as Ryan walks up to his. His horse is a brilliant white stallion and he can’t help but admire it. Ryan roams to its side and sees a name stitched onto one of the side pockets. Maximus. Ryan’s lips tilt upwards into a slightly satisfied smile. He looks back at the horse’s face and finds that the name suits his look. He reaches into his pack and pulls out an apple he snatched from the courtesy breakfast tray his father sent to him, and feeds it to Maximus. The animal gives a whinny and happily takes the apple.

A voice invades Ryan’s ears and his morning is already ruined. His father’s gained the ability to do that, ever since he usurped the throne.

“Good morning, my son!” His father calls in an uncharacteristically cheery voice as he approaches the men and horses. Ryan turns around to grimace at his father, as everyone else bows in his presence. His father looks upon him with a raised eyebrow, waiting for him to bow. But Ryan, however, stands tall, with his chin held high, the confidence that he once had as a king. They stare each other down for a few moments before it becomes clear that Ryan is not going to budge. The king gives an almost inaudible sigh before speaking again, “your partner knows the way to Brax. You should arrive before noon tomorrow. You and your partner will stop halfway to rest for the night. Keep in touch, my son.”

The king says nothing else as he gives Ryan a nod, then one to Ryan’s partner, and turns to leave. Ryan simply turns to hop onto his horse as everyone else rises from their knees. Ryan situated himself on Maximus’s back and waits for his partner’s horse to start moving. When it does, Ryan urges Maximus to move forward. Ryan and the man sent with him, whom he learns is named Marcus, ride in mostly silence, but they occasionally have small conversations, mostly about this mission. They stop for breaks a few times, but they do make it to Brax by noon, as Ryan’s father had predicted. The sun is bright, but there is a breeze blowing , so it isn’t overly hot. Ryan begins to silently wonder how they will find the palace, but his unspoken question is soon answered by the line of hopeful young men and women, some on horses and some on foot, forming a line towards a magnificent building that can only be the queen’s palace. Ryan and Marcus steer their horses to the back of the line, and they await their turns. When boredom begins to set in, Ryan starts to look around. He’s been to Brax before, but you were not the queen back then. This was before your mother and father had stepped down. He has done dealings with them, as he was starting out as a king. But you? You were a whole new ball game, and he doesn’t like not knowing his opponent before fighting them. He knows very little, but the little he does know, does NOT help the situation in the least. Ryan’s brows furrow and his mouth twitches into an annoyed frown as he remembers that his father never told him what you had done to make him want you dead. From what Ryan has heard about you, he has no idea what you could do. You’re good. Good, genuine, caring. When you make a deal with another kingdom, you hold up your end at all costs. You genuinely care for your subjects and do everything in your power to make them comfortable and happy. As a queen should. Ryan doesn’t understand what you could possibly do to make Ryan’s father want your head on a pike. Ryan thinks about asking Marcus, but he has a gut feeling that Marcus won’t know.

Your kingdom is a quite beautiful place, Ryan must admit. It’s very clean, and it has just the right amount of gold throughout. It has a light and happy atmosphere and the citizens look happy, but confused at all of the newcomers. But they are friendly, Ryan sees them mingling with the knights ahead of him. A few hours pass by before all of the knights-to-be are taken on the tour through the palace by a man who introduced himself as Jack. They are taken through the armory, where the trainees would sleep, the arena, the dining hall, the rest areas, but the final destination is what Ryan has been looking forward to throughout the tour. The throne room. Jack had wanted to end the tour with the introduction of the queen of Brax. Jack and the trainees all approach the elegant and tall doors. A fully armored guard stands on each side of the doorway. Jack nods to them and they nod back before pushing open the doors. The first place Ryan’s eyes wander to is the throne. You sit on it, one leg crossed over the other, and one arm resting on either side of you. Geoff sits to your right, and it seems you two were having a conversation before the doors opened. You turn to face the apprentices and you both smile. Once everyone is inside, and the doors close once more, you stand from your throne, and you’re pleased to see the apprentices dropping down to one knee, bowing for you.

Ryan drops to his knee, following the others, and peeks up at you. You’re smiling pleasantly and you look peaceful. Ryan smirks.

She’s beautiful. It’s unfortunate that she has to die.