Guts had lost track of himself as he stared at the irregular patterns of the dungeon walls. Flame still flickered on the stone, catching Griffith's hair until it was gold-hued. Sometimes after they'd fucked, Guts would keep the metallic strands and play with them, winding them around his index finger or tossing them in the air only to watch them ( Read more... )

I've never settled on a fic posting format so I'm not even sure what I'm supposed to warn about or what, man. I wrote this ages ago but didn't have the guts (lol) to post it but I promised tl__dr that I would do it tonight, so here it is.

Griffith/Guts, pwp (!!!), short (like drabble length) and idk, warnings for rough sex, etc? idk guys.

( 'Brace yourself against the wall' )