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biteofcherry · 3 months

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Echo that thunders

Bucky Barnes x female reader

summary: The life you and Bucky built has crumbled. Or so you think. But maybe some ruins can be reconstructed, if true love is given a chance?

warnings: angst; lots of feels; hurt/comfort; divorced couple; mention of past infidelity; marital problems; both Reader and Bucky are self-blaming and self-punishing idiots; and obviously are still deeply in love; they need therapy and I encourage that; reconciling intimacy (yes, I mean sex with feelings and tears); Alpine is almost squeezed to death with love (truly affectionately);

word count: 6k

Author's Note: This is my entry for Eight Types of Love challenge from @the-slumberparty. I took a twist on pragma: exes with feelings.

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Every week the hollow in your chest would ache and you’d try to cram it with sweetness of fleeting moments: catching the pure joy and love on your little boy’s face, mulling your sorrow with pastries that you’d eat alone, then quiet your longing with laughter and shouts of your friends.

You made it look like it was easy, like you didn’t die a little every damn Friday when you drove your son to his father’s place.

Maybe you’d feel better if it was the mother missing her baby boy for the weekend, but the wounds opened not for the few days of empty nest, but because seeing Bucky ripped you to pieces.

You wouldn’t avoid it, though. He loved your son so much, was so happy to spend every possible day with him and you would never take that away from either of them.

Even if it hurt.

Truth be told, you wouldn’t let anyone take that away from you, either. Because the pain of seeing Bucky was also sprinkled with that fluttering, bittersweet feeling. Love that you still harbored.

You didn’t think it was possible to ever stop loving Bucky.

As you proved, it was possible to divorce him, but it didn’t sever the hold he had on your heart and soul.

So you welcomed the ache in your chest as an invisible iron fist clenched its cold claws around your heart, when Bucky smiled and waved at you from the sidewalk in front of his building. You knew he waved at your little boy, who was already bouncing in his seat, but you couldn’t help the smile spreading on your lips in return.

“Hi, rascals!” Bucky greeted you, the same way he’s been greeting the both of you ever since your son was born.

He waited for you to round the car after you parked it, loosely wrapping an arm around your middle and giving you that awkward half-hug.

You assumed it was as awkward for him as it was for you, though for different reasons.

Bucky was simply nice, trying his hardest to maintain a good rapport with you for the sake of your son, while he had to be repulsed by you inwardly. For you, the hug was difficult, because you always craved to bury yourself within his arms and feel that protective, loving hold.

“Hi,” you smiled and ducked under his arm, before he noticed that pathetic longing shining in your eyes.

You went to retrieve a small bag and backpack with Stevie’s clothes and belongings, while Bucky unbuckled your son from the car seat and scooped the boy up in his arms. Joyous squeal “Daddy!” melted you all over again, reminding you how ecstatic the boy was every time Bucky returned home - no matter if he’s been gone a few days on a mission, or just an hour running errands.

When you turned to them, the sight of them grinning at each other froze you on the spot. You were aware that Stevie shared some of Bucky’s mimics, but it was that moment when your boy pressed his cheek to Bucky’s and they both looked your way with lopsided grins that shattered your heart into pieces.

You squashed the flare of sorrow inside, saving it for later when you’re alone with a pint of ice cream.

Bucky had suggested a couple of times that he could come pick Stevie up from your place, but you were too scared of seeing Bucky back in the apartment where you all used to live together. Where the love and happiness were supposed to be forever.

You were scared he’d come inside and see that you still had a few photographs of him on the shelves.

You reasoned that it was for the sake of your son, so that he felt his dad’s presence at all times, but you couldn’t fully let go of Bucky yourself.

“Hey,” Bucky took the bag from your hands, but left you holding Stevie’s backpack. “Can you come upstairs for a second? I wanted to talk something over.”

He always invited you under the pretext of talking over some details regarding Stevie, but ended up dealing with it in two sentences and then coaxing you into a neutral small talk that left you all the more missing him.

Yet you couldn’t force yourself to say no.

“Sure.” You nodded, squeezing the strap of the small, red backpack in your trembling fingers.

Bucky’s apartment, which he got after you filed for divorce, was small, but clean and spacious enough for a four year old and a cat.

Alpine stuck her head from behind a wall when you entered. She made a tiny meowing sound and walked forward, but the second Bucky put your son on his feet the cat bolted away. Stevie of course followed, running after the furball with glee.

“So I know there’s still plenty of time to plan summer vacation-” Bucky started, leading you toward the counter separating the kitchen from the living room- “but Sam invited us to Louisiana, to spend a few weeks at his sister’s place.”

“Oh.” It was instinctive, that very first thought about your baby boy being away for weeks. In a different state, nonetheless.

However, you promised yourself to not be an overprotective, controlling mother. And you trusted Bucky with your son at all times.

“That sounds fun.” You relaxed your shoulders and smiled. “I’m sure Stevie will love it. Especially if you take him on a boat.”

He was in a marine fascination phase. At least once every few weeks you had to go to the aquarium and turn on Discovery channel instead of morning cartoons.

“Maybe I’ll manage to re-do his bedroom, while he’s away with you,” cogs in your brain started turning. “It’d be a fun surprise when he gets back.”

“Won’t you need help with that?” Bucky asked, perking up. “We could do that on the weekend when he’s with your parents? You know I’d be happy to help. We can rope Sam into it, too.”

He sounded so eager. For a fleeting moment you enjoyed the warmth at the thought of the two of you doing something for your son together, but you quickly reminded yourself that Bucky would do absolutely anything for Stevie, including dealing with your presence.

“Umm, sure,” you swallowed nervously, “if you’re not on a mission.”

You regretted saying it, seeing a flash of guilt on Bucky’s face.

It was a sore subject and bringing it up hurt you both.

You always admired Bucky for what he did, how much he risked to save others. It didn’t change the fact, however, that saving the world meant neglecting you at times. He tried his best, you knew he did. Still, it hurt when you spent some nights and celebrations alone.

“We’ve made some changes on the rooster.” Bucky didn’t look at you as he talked, instead focusing on taking out ingredients from the fridge. “It’s doable to book some dates as non-active.”

“That’s good!” You tried to sound genuinely happy for him, while inside you felt a wave of rage that the accommodation wasn’t made when you needed it in the past. “All of you deserve rest and to, you know, live your private lives, too.”

“Yeah.” Bucky’s shoulders drove up in tension even as he nodded.

You stayed quiet for a long moment, the sound of your son’s giggles coming from the bedroom where he chased Alpine filled the space, but didn’t ease the sudden heaviness.

“I better-” you started at the same time that Bucky began:

“Do you want to-”

Both of you paused, but before either motioned at the other to finish, you were interrupted by a pitiful meow and soft paddle of your four year old’s feet.

You both turned and watched your son wobble as he carried Alpine. Though carried was a bit of a stretch to describe two tiny arms tightly wrapped around the upper half of the cat’s body, with its head barely sticking out and two front legs sticking upwards while the rest of the furry body dangled down.

You quickly covered your mouth to stifle the burst of laughter, but Bucky behind you couldn’t help the snort.

“Buddy.” He moved around the counter and crouched in front of Stevie. “Alpine knows you love her lots and want to play with her, but this is a bit uncomfortable for her.”

You thought the cat is an actual saint for not having yet scratched Stevie for all the love she was getting from him.

“Hey!” You chimed in, reaching for the small backpack. “You forgot about the present you have for Alpine.”

“Mousey!” Stevie dropped the cat almost instantly and ran towards you.

“A present, huh?” Bucky placated Alpine, scratching her behind the ear while she rubbed against his leg.

“Made it with mommy!” Your son beamed proudly after you fished out the small toy from his backpack. “For artses-” which was his version of saying art classes. “But mommy said it’s perfect for Apine.”

It was a bright blue, slightly askew, crocheted mouse. With a very, very long tail. You thought it would be perfect for Stevie to hold the end of the tail and slide the mouse across the floor, so Alpine could chase it.

“It really is,” Bucky nodded, noticing that the soft toy had caught Alpine’s attention. “Why don’t you run around with it, play nicely with Alpine, while I make us spaghetti?”

Stevie didn’t have to be told twice. Alpine seemed eager for this kind of play, as well. Chasing a new toy surely was more preferable than being squeezed to death.

Bucky straightened. His tall, broad figure filled your vision. He was much closer now, with no counter separating you. He looked after your son fondly, then his soft gaze switched to you. Not for a second did the affection fade in his eyes as he looked at you.

“Thank you,” he almost whispered, touching your shoulder gently.

You wanted to blurt out that there was nothing to thank for, but you understood what he meant. The same way you were grateful for his concern whenever you had a cold and he took Stevie so you could rest (bringing you some chicken broth on his way), or that he picked you up when your car died. The small gestures each of you displayed, that betrayed care neither of you seemed to be able to lose.

Bucky’s hand slowly slid down your arm and because you were so lost in the blue of his eyes and the tenderness of the moment, you forgot to brace yourself for the small sting that his touch brought when he passed your forearm.

You winced.

Unfortunately, Bucky noticed.

Instantly, he stilled. His hand remained on your forearm, but his touch eased. His gaze flicked from your face to the spot covered by your sleeve and up to your face again.

“What is it?” Worry pinched his features. “Are you injured?”

He moved even closer, angling his head so he could maintain eye contact with you, even though he towered over you. He gently took your wrist into his metal hand and carefully rolled your sleeve up.

“It’s nothing. It’s-”

Words died on your tongue when Bucky’s gaze hardened, a muscle in his jaw twitching, as his gaze landed on the injured spot.

There were no visible bruises. Not to you, anyway. You mostly felt the tenderness of that area than saw any marks. But Bucky’s senses were enhanced and he definitely could see the difference in the smallest changes of your skin, the barest hint of different pigmentation.

And, much to your dismay, you could never lie to him.

“Who did that?” Bucky kept calm, but you sensed the concern bursting into protective rage inside of him.

“Someone, who is no longer in the picture.” You replied, tilting your chin up. “I may have not expected it happening, but once it did, I wouldn’t chance it repeating.”

The whole attempt at dating was so uncomfortable for you, but seeing some pap pictures of Bucky with an unknown female had made you impulsively agree to the fifth invite from a guy from accountants.

It was irrational and irresponsible - as some of your past mistakes. There was nothing that suggested Bucky and that woman were connected in any way beside the work area. They weren’t even alone in that place. It’s just that he had his hand on her back and she was giving him a flirtatious smile.

Well, your jealous brain told you it’s flirtatious. The same brain that forgot to remind you that it was no longer your business if and whom Bucky was dating.

So you went on the stupid date yourself, feeling all kinds of wrong during it. Then got a glimpse of what shit you almost got yourself into, when you wanted to end your date short and the guy called you a tease. His hold on your forearm when you tried to leave was forceful enough to leave a painful reminder.

“I’d still like to know the name.” Bucky’s gaze shone a dark glint; plates in his metal arm moved in a reflection of muscles tensing.

“No need.” Placing your free hand on his chest to soothe him was a habit, you didn’t even realize you were doing it. “I promise you, he won’t ever find himself near Stevie.”

Bucky frowned at that. Suddenly, he was letting go of your arm and cupping the side of your face instead.

“Baby,” it slipped out of his mouth as mindlessly and naturally as you touched him.

“I know you’d never let anyone hurt our son. But no harm should come your way, either. The guy deserves having his fingers dislocated.”

Bucky wasn’t a violent person. His past, which was beyond his control, painted a certain picture that some people still believed in. But you knew how soft-hearted and kind he really was. He used force and combat in missions, but his teammates knew he would be the first one to show mercy and pull back his punches.

However, he was protective. And when he entered that mode, he could be very scary.

Your fingers on his chest clenched slightly, gripping the fabric of his soft, blue henley; as if you were trying to stop him from marching away and finding whoever posed as a threat.

You felt the steady thud of Bucky’s heartbeat beneath your palm, the rhythm of his breath. You sensed the moment his muscles slightly relaxed.

“How about-” hands cupping your face slowly slid down and away, but Bucky didn’t put any distance between you- “you stay for dinner and we’ll talk more about it later?”

There was nothing to talk about, really. Or maybe there was, but it shouldn’t be Bucky giving you the talk. His concern only messed with your head and your heart, leaving you with incomparable longing and aching solitude when you went back home.

You opened your mouth to refuse his proposal, but your son suddenly found himself nearby and torpedoed your resilience.

“You gonna stay mommy?” He looked up at you with big, hopeful eyes.

Bucky and you made sure to be together for important events like Stevie’s birthday, or kindergarten recitals, or even for the 4th of July. But day to day everything happened separately. You didn’t share meals, or walks, or trips the way you used to when you were married.

You were aware of the impact it had on your son, but one can’t be divorced and still spend every day with each other.

However, you couldn’t find the strength at the moment to crush your son’s unexpected spark of joy at the prospect of something so simple like spending the afternoon with both of his parents.

You couldn’t deny your deep, wallowing desire to spend some more time in Bucky’s presence, either. As self-harming as it could be.

“Um-” you swallowed nervously as you looked down at your little boy. “Yeah- yes, I’ll stay. You know I always liked your daddy’s cooking.”

Your heart nearly burst when Stevie launched himself forward, wrapping his small arms around yours and Bucky’s legs. Then he was running away, with even more bounce to his skip than before.

To your relief, Bucky easily switched the topic to casual conversation as you joined him in the kitchen to help prepare dinner. He told you a few latest, funny stories; gushed about a new book series he started reading; asked about your dad’s knee surgery.

Falling into this comfortable pattern of domesticity with him was too easy. Like you haven’t been living separately for the past year, nursing deeply hidden resentment (which you expected from Bucky) and heartbreak. You knew it would hit you harder when you got back home, step into that silent, empty bedroom, which once upon a time was your nest of safety, laughter and love.

All of which you blew up.

You didn’t protest too strongly when Bucky fed your son an extra portion of ice cream after dinner, you were too distracted with your own ache that was spreading its nasty vines over you.

You played with the melting scoops in your own bowl as Bucky picked up a half-asleep Stevie and carried him to the bedroom. Alpine trotter right after them. From the occasional pictures that Bucky sent you when Stevie was staying at his place, you knew that the cat would jump onto the bed next to your boy and fall asleep with him.

When Bucky returned and sat beside you on the couch, his presence almost toppled you into a sobbing fit.

Once upon a time, you’d cuddle on the sofa in your living room and talk for hours, or watch shows, or make out. Even sitting in silence, while Bucky read a book and you browsed social media, was comforting and easy.

There was nothing easy about it now. Because that desperate need to crawl into his arms and have him chase the sorrows away couldn’t be sated.

“I’m sorry about earlier.” Bucky’s quiet voice surprised you.

You blinked as you looked at him, slightly confused with what he was talking about.

“I know you’re responsible and very strong. You’re more than capable of looking after yourself and don’t need my meddling in your intimate life.” He said, staring down at some spot and not meeting your eyes.

The words intimate life sounded as if he almost choked on them.

“I know it’s too late to mend what I fucked up.” He sighed, bowing his head even lower.

Your heart ached, seeing him so resigned.

“James Buchanan Barnes, what the hell are you talking about?!” Instinct to rush to his aid kicked you from your stupor.

The anger at yourself heightened as once again you saw first hand how much you hurt him. Bucky wasn’t flawless, but he didn’t deserve what you’ve put him through. To know that your actions added to his tendency to self-blame, only made you hate yourself more.

“It was me who fucked everything up.” You countered, setting the bowl on the coffee table with a loud thud. You shifted on the couch, turning your body so that you could face Bucky directly.

“I broke what we had. I- I broke your heart and you never deserved such awful treatment!”

Neither of you deserved all that pain, but it was on you to take the responsibility for it.

“I’m not gonna lie, the divorce hurt more than falling off that damn train…” Bucky’s voice quivered with emotion; his fingers shook slightly as he wiped his palms on his thighs.

“Divorce?” You paused, slightly stunned. “I mean, I know it was hard. For both of us. But I knew I needed to set you free after what I’ve done.”

It was Bucky’s turn to frown, his muscles pinching in a quizzical look as if he didn't understand what you were aiming at, at all.

“Bucky, I cheated on you!” You hissed loudly, but minding your voice enough to not wake your son.

There it was. The heaviest of truths which triggered the whole domino effect and which both of you avoided naming directly.

But Bucky deserved it - you admitting your faults. There was enough on his shoulders and you couldn’t stand the thought of him taking this burden onto him as well, when it was yours to pay for.

Bucky’s face cleared of confusion, however his frown deepened.

“What I know is that you were hurt, alone and inebriated. A state some douchebag took advantage of.” There was an undertone of anger in his tone, but not directed at you.

You shook your head in exasperation.

Leave it to Bucky Barnes to be an understanding, chivalrous knight. It was a wonderful trait, but shouldn’t apply on all occasions, to all people. It definitely should be directed at you. As much as you’d love to follow that reasoning, you had enough self-awareness and responsibility to not go easy on yourself.

“Being drunk doesn’t excuse what I did.” You stated.

“It wouldn’t, if that was your aim.” Bucky argued. “But tell me, did you go to that bar because you were looking for a hookup? To get back at me?” He rushed with his counter arguments.

When you tried to turn your head slightly to avoid his gaze, he squeezed your chin between his fingers and gently guided you to look back at him.

It was hard. To face him when the memories of that awful evening replayed in your head, bringing back a wave of shame and regret. You vomited three days in a row after that night; and only the first half of the first day was due to the alcohol. All the rest was stress and guilt.

“No, you didn’t.” Bucky continued when you remained silent.

“You went there, because it was our anniversary and I wasn’t home. I was on a mission. Again,” he sighed regretfully, aware of how his absence weighed down on you. “You went to the bar which we often went to on our dates, before we got married. Probably cursing my ass for absence on another important day and drinking the pain away.”

That was true. Your parents took Stevie for the whole weekend, starting Friday. It was supposed to be a carefree, romantic time for you and Bucky. Even if he would need to just be lazy in bed for an entire day, to recharge after a mission, you still would be together.

While Bucky returned from one mission, he jumped onto another one right away. He called you to say that he’d be later than he first anticipated, but in the craze of it forgot what date exactly was it.

You were understanding. Or, well, you tried to be. There was a whole monologue you gave yourself as you paced the floor of your apartment, convincing yourself that your husband was saving someone. So that someone else could return to their family.

But you still felt bitter and angry that your husband didn’t return to you for something that was supposed to be important to the both of you.

When you went out to that bar, which wasn’t that far from your place, your plan was to have a drink or two and wallow in self-pity. Perhaps to be passive-aggressive, take a picture of yourself all dolled up and send it to Bucky with happy anniversary wishes.

That was it.

Then that man joined you. For a conversation, at first. Two drinks turned into four. Then five. To be honest, at some point his face got a little blurry. He had dark hair, like Bucky. Had his arm wrapped around your middle the way Bucky often did.

At some point your drunk brain was certain it was Bucky fucking you, not some stranger you just met at the bar.

“I could’ve chosen to stay at home.” You argued, clenching your fingers into fists so hard that your fingernails needled your skin.

“I could have drunk a bottle or two of wine alone in the safety of our home and sent you angry, slurred messages. Or wait for your return and throw something heavy at your head.” There were so many choices to be made that night.

“Instead, I made a mess of our lives…” the words fell out of your lips in a broken whisper, your eyes filling with tears.

“And I forgave you.” Bucky said softly as he released your chin.

“Hell, I don’t even think I was angry with you.” He huffed, running a hand through his hair in a nervous manner. “Oh, I was pissed and hurt!” He gave you a pointed look when you opened your mouth to protest. “I even tracked that man and… well, let’s not talk about things that thankfully didn’t happen once I saw him.”

“Most of all, I was angry with myself,” Bucky suddenly deflated.

“Why?” You frowned, barely stopping yourself from reaching out to caress his cheek.

“Because I let it happen.” Bucky sighed and leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his thighs. “It was my constant absence that started those clouds over our heads. I was so focused on redeeming myself that I took on more missions than I should.”

A part of you wanted to contradict him, to convince him that he wasn’t doing anything wrong. But there was also a part of you that was still resenting him for doing that, for constantly choosing others over you.

“I think I also wanted to feel needed, which is why I joined teams even though they could’ve handled things without my presence.” He shifted again, sitting across the couch with one leg bent, so he could face you fully.

He was more hesitant as he reached out for you again. Though you didn’t flinch away, he still dropped his hand as he revealed his own guilt:

“I forgot that you needed me, too.”

You still did. But you wouldn’t dare to tell him that.

“What you do is important. You save lives.” You said quietly, but there wasn’t as much heat to it as you’d like to present.

“I didn’t save us.” Bucky’s words opened the gate to the feelings you tried to stifle for many months.

You almost lifted your fist to angrily rub away the tears threatening to spill, but Bucky reached for you faster. His warm palms rested on your fists; he squeezed them gently.

“Baby, I remember when you mentioned therapy.” He admitted, wincing at the memory of signals which he ignored. “You tried to say it so casually, I know you were afraid of telling me directly that you needed me to save our marriage. I dismissed it.”

“You hate therapy. I didn’t want to force you into it.” There wouldn’t be any point in attending any sessions, if Bucky would stay guarded.

You understood his hesitance, too. The mandatory therapy he went to a few years back was hard for him, not only because of the topics he had to deal with, but he didn’t feel emotionally safe or comfortable with the appointed professional.

“I disliked my assigned therapist.” Bucky pointed out, with a slight eye roll. “There are hundreds of therapists in this city. I’m sure there’s at least one that I could connect with.” Suddenly, he shook his head. “Or hell with how much I like a therapist, it should be about me connecting with you!”

He let go of your hands and cupped your face instead.

“I wonder-” he leaned forward, closing the distance between you. “I’ve been wondering, if I didn’t fuck up by signing those divorce papers so easily.”

He did it without much questioning. Which only strengthened your notion that he was repulsed by you and couldn’t wait to be as far from you as possible. You didn’t blame him.

“I understood that. After what I’ve done.” You whispered.

A single tear rolled down your cheek, stopping on Bucky’s thumb.

“I couldn’t look you in the eye, because I was so ashamed. I wanted to give you a chance to find someone worthy of you.” More tears flowed.

Bucky tenderly wiped them away.

“I don’t think I’m worth a single hair on your pretty head.” He said, resting his forehead against yours. “I signed those papers, because I thought you were going to find happiness with someone else. That you wanted to build a life with someone else.”

“I don’t think that’s possible.” You would shake your head, if Bucky wasn’t holding you in place.

If his hold didn’t feel so overwhelmingly wonderful.

“Why not?” Bucky asked, incredulously. “You’re the most amazing, kind, smart, beautiful-”

“Because I’m in love with you.” You blurted out.

Your eyes widened when you realized what you said. Scorching shame mixed with a sudden wave of cold fear as Bucky slowly pulled away and stared at you in shock.

He was still cupping your face, though.

“Say that again, baby?” Bucky’s tone was a whisper, like he was afraid he’d burst some magical bubble if he moved or spoke louder. “Please,” he squeezed your cheeks slightly.

Maybe the best choice would be to take those words back. Or to start listing all the arguments to why it didn’t matter. But you couldn’t lie to Bucky. You never could. Especially not when he was looking at you with those beautiful blue eyes, filled with hope.

“I love you, Bucky,” you confessed. “I never stopped loving you.”

Tears streaming down your face were warm, but they felt much colder when compared to the warmth of Bucky’s lips on yours.

He kissed you with reverence and despair, like the first gulp of breath after drowning in murky waters for much too long. There was nothing but his closeness, beckoning you like a flare in the darkness. You followed the coaxing of his lips, the unspoken vows he sealed with his mouth.

You weren’t even fully aware of your body moving, yielding to Bucky’s smooth maneuvers. Until the full weight of him rested on top of you.

He provided both that shield of safety and heavy temptation that had your legs spreading to accommodate him.

“I never stopped, either.” Bucky croaked out as he broke the kiss; his lips still brushed against yours as he spoke.

“I love you so much. So much, baby.” It crushed your heart to see his own cheeks glistening with tears. “Please, can we try again? Let me mend it. Please.” He begged.

Bucky sounded so helpless and so hopeful at the same time. If your heart was set in cold stone, it would still shatter for him like a fragile glass.

“I should be the one mending it,” you pressed your fingertips to his cheek.

“Us. We’re going to do this together,” he briefly closed his eyes, leaning into your touch.

“Always together,” you agreed and tipped your lips upwards, tempting Bucky into another kiss.

Months of distance surely added fuel to the fire of need, but Bucky’s touch always had the power to ignite your desire. Him being on top of you, the kiss deepening, his hand traveling down your side - your body responded instantly.

You wrapped your arms around him; one hand combing through his hair, the other mapping his broad back. Your legs were already spread to accommodate his hips between yours, but as Bucky continued to kiss and touch you, your knees drew up higher and your hips rolled against him.

Bucky’s responding grinding was most welcome, but he suddenly froze.

“Baby,” he groaned, almost in pain. “I don’t want to ruin the moment, but if you keep doing that I’m going to lose it.”

“Need you,” you whined.

You grabbed a fistful of his hair and slipped your other hand beneath his blue henley. You bit your bottom lip as you looked at him and rocked your hips into his once again.

“Need to feel you!”

For months you were deprived of any intimate touch, somehow not in the mood to even give yourself a release with your pitiful toys. To even think of anyone beside Bucky ever touching you like that made you nauseous. And you missed it so much!

Missed the way Bucky played your body. The way he felt inside of you.

“Bucky, please!” There was urgency in your tone that made Bucky snap to attention.

His gaze held yours for a moment longer, as if assessing that you were as sure as you sounded. A glint brightened his steel blue eyes and he swiped his tongue over his bottom lip in the most sensual way. That had your clit pulsing wildly.

“You always beg so prettily,” he murmured against your skin as began chaining kisses along your jawline. “I’ve got you, baby.”

Bucky braced his weight on his metal arm as he used his other hand to pull up the layers of your tulle skirt. You shivered, nipples pebbling, as his touch shifted to the inside of your thigh and wandered upwards.

He pressed the pads of his fingers against your throbbing clit, finding your panties already damp. It wasn’t a novelty how quickly your body responded to Bucky’s ministrations, but it seemed that longing for him sped up the process.

Bucky swallowed your moan in a messy kiss as he pressed harder on your nub. While you loved the way he sometimes drew this pleasure out, how long he could spend just fingering and licking you, it wasn’t what you needed at the moment.

You dropped both of your hands to his hips then slid them between your bodies to fumble with Bucky’s zipper.

“Fuck!” He cursed, dropping more of his weight onto you when you freed his cock out and wrapped your fingers around him.

“I’m afraid I won’t last long this time,” he groaned, tugging the fabric of your panties aside. “I’ll make it up to you, baby, I promise. But, fuck, it’s been so long since I felt you-”

“Uh-huh,” you nodded fervently, not really listening to him.

All your focus was on that throbbing need that spiked even higher as you guided the tip of Bucky’s cock inside you.

It was everything - the stretch of his girth spearing through your neglected pussy, his scent and warmth, his mouth sucking on your neck, his moan at the feel of your tight walls gripping him - that had your body seizing in the most rushed climax. Already, while he was barely halfway in.

You dug your fingernails into Bucky’s hips as your legs shook; your upper half curling up, face buried in the crook of Bucky’s neck to muffle your cries of pleasure. Your walls clenched so hard it was almost painful, then fluttered in a crescendo of aftershocks.

“Sorry, sorry,” you babbled, falling onto your back and squirming as the orgasm continued to tingle in every part of your body.

“Sorry?” Bucky choked on breath. “My girl cumming for me so fast is an ego boost beyond any other,” he chuckled.

He always had the ability to make you fall apart rather quickly, but that was a new record. Provided by suppressed sexual tension and emotional connection you were deprived of for so long.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Bucky cooed as he continued to slide into your fluttering cunt, “I’ll give you more.”

He shifted his hand, so that his thumb brushed over your swollen clit. He moved with no rush, but each of his thrusts was deep, nearly painfully so. As if Bucky sought more of that connection; needed it as fiercely as you.

As promised, he made you cum again. Then shuddered within your embrace as he followed you over the edge. And though your heart was thundering in your chest from the exertion, it was the first time you felt complete and at peace since a very long time.

You welcomed Bucky’s full weight as you laid spent, your hands drawing soothing patterns on his back. His cock was still nestled inside of you; neither of you wanted to lose that intimate connection too soon. You rested, listening to each other’s breathing and soaking in the comfort of being together.

When Bucky fucked you again a while later, it was more languid and sensual. He made breathless vows of love, curling his metal fingers around your throat and squeezing just enough to spill more of your warm tears. He confessed his need for you in his life as he increased his pace, tilting your ass with his other hand, so he could spill deeper inside of you.

In the morning, as he woke up early with the intention of going to the bakery and getting fresh treats for your family breakfast, there was so much brightness in Bucky’s eyes. So much love and happiness, like on the day your son was born.

As you looked at your own reflection in the mirror in his bathroom, you saw the same spark in your own eyes.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #eight types of love challenge #the-slumberparty #navy and roo's slumber party #echo that thunders #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes imagine

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psychedelic-ink · 1 year

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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑨𝑼𝑹𝑶𝑹𝑨 𝑩𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑺

pairing: din djarin x fem!reader

genre: hurt/comfort, romance, smut, forced proximity

word count: 2.8k

summary: A friend, lover, then stranger. The last thing you expected was to be snowed in along with the bounty hunter. Tension rises as the past circles you both, trapped in the Razor Crest with no where to run or hide.

warnings: established past relationship, piv, touch starved din, creampie, also this takes place after S2 but the Razor Crest is still here because I love it so much and miss it

a/n: As some people might remember, I had a winter WIP list called 'Psychedelic Winter,' and this was one of the fics that I said I would write. And I thought, 'Hey, what better moment to post this than the day Mando S3 drops?' Enjoy everyone, happy mando day!

When you were thrown onto an icy planet by your so-called colleagues, you didn’t really have a plan for survival. It was your fault really, you were too trusting, too eager to help and be useful. It was a stupid habit that you had since very little, forced to feed yourself in this lonely lonely world.

However, it wasn’t always like that.

With a shudder, you hug yourself, your boot-clad feet buried in the snow. The flakes feel like glass shattering across your skin, painful and cold. Even your lungs tremble from it. As you walk forward, your mind brutally reminds you of him. A man that became a friend, a confidant which had quickly turned into something more. Heat pools between your legs at the mere thought of it, the feeling of emptiness and cold prominent.

The Mandalorian. Mando. Din Djarin. Din.

You miss him still. You can’t really help it. You loved traveling with him, and after such a long time, you truly felt like you belonged. He became family. He became your everything. Soon after your little family grew, Grogu joining the fray. It felt like a dream, you were finally living out what you’d been searching for.

But that all changed when Grogu had to return to his own kind. The Jedi. Din grew distant, he pulled away, not responding to you or your touches. You just felt grief emanating from him, something that you couldn’t fix. He didn’t ask you to leave, you just left. Once again alone, once again without a home.

In your desperate attempt to replace it, you went with anyone who would tolerate your presence. You’ve met some good people, but you’ve met some assholes too—obviously.

Your lashes turn into cold crystals, stinging every time you blink. In the distance you see a hint of yellow light that bleeds into red, you can feel the warmth of it despite being far away. Like a moth to a flame, you walk towards it, your steps fighting against the cold wind and the snow. You can’t feel your fingertips anymore, or your legs, or your face for that matter. You’re flirting with death.

You notice that the ship most likely crashed. You press your freezing palms into the metal, still hot, a soft heat spreading throughout your hand and blossoming across your arms. You let out a sigh. It feels familiar like you’ve been here almost. Teeth clattering, you reach the door and give it a loud knock, your fists hurt when you do it, but you manage to muster your last bits of strength.

The door opens with a muffled hiss and you find yourself immediately staring into a blaster.

A very familiar blaster.

You quickly realize why this ship felt familiar, it was the goddamn Razor Crest. Your home—once upon a time.

The blaster falters, and you stare into the familiar dark visor, he tilts his head. You like to imagine that he’s happy to see you despite the shock. With a crooked smile, you mimic his movement, cocking your head to the side.

“Hey, Din.”

Everything is the same. Everything is different. It’s weird to be back within the Razor Crest’s metal walls. The ship creaks with the wind, metal groaning as Din sits across from you, his legs spread and elbows leaning over his knees. You chew the inside of your cheek. Having such intimate memories with someone is an odd thing, your body still remembers what it felt like to be filled so thoroughly by him, to have his large hands squeezing and kneading your ass as you dripped and begged for more.

Heat settles right below your spine. You wonder if it’s the same for him too. Had he thought of you after you left? Had he rutted into the pillows imagining that it was you instead?

Probably not.

“The engines are messed up from the cold but as soon as the storm lets up a bit we should be good to go,” he says, refocusing your focus back on him. “We’re going to be stuck here for a while.”

You nod, not really knowing what else to say. To be honest, you’re slightly embarrassed that he’s seeing you like this.

“How did you end up here?” he asks.

The question surprises you because you hadn’t expected him to make conversation. You can’t tell if he’s angry or not from the modulated voice. He sounds like he always does. You look up to him, wishing you could see his face.

“Grouped up with the wrong people. You?”

“After a bounty.”

“Ah, the same old.”

“Pretty much.”

The following silence is uncomfortable, it makes you feel unwelcomed and slightly gross. You don’t know what to say. What can you say to the man you basically abandoned? That was never your intention, but it was what he wanted. He didn’t need you around, reminding him of something important that he’d lost.

Your mouth acts unfiltered, the horror sinking in as soon as you ask.

“Have you heard from Grogu?”

He stiffens quite visibly. His shoulders raise, his visor looks down. You curse your tongue from moving on its own. Din’s anger is physically felt by you, it chokes out the air from your lungs, forces the soles of your shoes to be glued to the floor. Your eyes go wide and you swallow. Your lips are sealed shut when he stands, his figure suddenly larger and taller than what you’ve been used to from your memories.

“You don’t need to ask about him,” he answers curtly. “We don’t need to talk at all.”

Din storms towards the back of the ship, his long strides reverberating through the metal walls. His sudden outburst leaves you stunned, your thoughts scrambled like the tangled wires of a circuit board. The sound of sparks and him tinkering with something echoes within the confinements. You’re stunned. Confused. You hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to do, before the ship groans and shudders again. A loud groan vibrating from your feet to your chest.

Your feet move of their own accord, propelled by a mix of curiosity and concern. As you approach, the cacophony of tinkering grows louder, the metallic clinks and whirs blending into a symphony of sound. At first glance it looks like he’s doing nothing, crouched over, just occupying his hands. You reach out to touch his shoulder, a hesitant gesture. To your surprise, he leans in instinctively, his body responding to your touch like a magnet to metal.

But then jerks away, as if he’s been burned.

“What did you mean by that?” you ask, pulling away.

He huffs, his hands falling. “I just said we don’t have to talk.”

“What if I want to talk? I missed you, Din.”

It’s an unexpected, sudden confession but you decide to go with it. It isn’t a lie. You did miss him.

“Miss me?” he hisses out, his head falling back, he stares at the ceiling. “You left.”

“What? Are…are you blaming me for what happened?”

“No,” he stands up, his masked face an inch away from yours. You fight the urge to take a step back. He wouldn’t hurt you. He slowly tilts his head as if he’s amused by whatever expression you’re pulling. “I’m stating a fact. Didn’t you go?”

Your eyes fall to his chest, “I did but—”

“Then I find you on the brink of death, shivering, helpless,” he lets out a deep breath, chest heaving. “Was it worth it?”

“I left because you didn’t want me around.”

Your gaze snaps back up. He doesn’t move, the visor staring back at you feels colder compared to the storm raging outside. The build-up of tears is sudden, overwhelming. Your face controls with anger, your brows pinched and your lips curling down. The rage twists in your gut, you’ve been suffering, doing jobs left and right to feed yourself. And he has the audacity to tell you that it’s your fault? That he never wanted you to leave?

Bullshit.

Without thinking you push him away, your hands finding the cold plates that decorate his chest. He doesn’t move. An indestructible wall. Shaking your head, you push at him again, and again, and again. When nothing works, you hammer down with fists. Your heart beats loudly and painfully in your chest. You can’t breathe. You can’t speak. It’s suffocating and cold. So fucking cold.

Your fists stop mid-air when he holds them, gloved fingers wrapped tightly around your wrists.

“I never asked you to leave.”

“You didn’t have to,” your eyes fall, shame heating your cheeks. “You barely spoke to me. Touched me. It felt like I was reminding you of a tainted memory. Something you could never have again.”

“That’s not…dank farrik—”

He pulls you in, arms coiling around you with the intent to never let go. The beskar is uncomfortable but comforting. Your hands shake as you return in like, wrapping your arms around him weakly. His hand cradles the back of your head, the other one sliding down to rest against the small of your back. He doesn’t say a word but you know this is his own peculiar way of apologizing. Even if he’s not sure what he’s apologizing for. Neither of you are. Luckily, you have a very functional mouth.

“I thought you wanted me gone after…I didn’t know. I should’ve realized you were hurting. I was so afraid of what you might say that I acted before you actually said it.”

“I was never planning on saying it,” he answers. “I missed you too, mesh’la.”

His scent; metal, musk, and something sweet fills your lungs. You take deep inhales of him, grounding yourself back to reality. The hard surface of his helmet presses into the top of your head. The ache between your legs is uncomfortable, you want to touch him, feel his bare skin against yours.

“Do you trust me?” he asks.

You answer. “With my life.”

“Then close your eyes for me. Let me guide you.”

You do as you’re told. A dance that you’ve grown accustomed to once upon a time. The hiss of a helmet, the touch of his lips, the feeling of his hands cupping your bottom. He slips his tongue into your mouth, tasting you, reminding himself of what you felt like all those times ago. He tastes the memories he hasn’t been a part of, he gets used to the differences.

When he parts, it’s hard to keep your eyelids from fluttering. You don’t open them, but the tease of the what if always remains. What would happen if you gave into temptation? Would he know you’ve seen him? Would he be angry? Would he never see you again? Would it be worth the risk?

No, you think, It wouldn’t.

“Touch me, riduur, I need you to touch me,” the last plea is spoken brokenly. “please.”

Your hands roam his armor, blindly helping him out of it, touching every exposed skin and muscle. He’s trembling under your touch. You feel the thrust of his hips into yours, still clothed, desperate. Your skin prickles when you feel the hardness, heat pooling between your legs, and tingling. You’re just as desperate as he is.

He takes your hand and leads you to the bunk. You feel him everywhere. His lips are on your breasts, kissing a trail down and circling the pebbled nipple with the tip of his tongue. He opens his mouth wide, fitting as much as he can as he sucks and bites. You arch into him, your hands still touching—tracing his back, cupping his ass, pulling him closer, asking him to thrust against you in the same desperate manner he had not moments ago.

“Why did you leave?” he asks between wet, needy kisses. “Why did you go?”

“I don’t know,” you say over and over. “I was scared, I’m sorry, I love you.”

It was like a song that was whispered for their ears only. It’s a symphony of reminding themselves what they’d lost, and what they’d gained.

Feeling him inside is a beautiful thing. Din is not a small man, not in the slightest, and he has to cover your eyes just in case when he fills you. It’s a smooth entry, your wetness enough to pull him deep inside. Your walls flutter, the blissful pain of the stretch makes you moan his name. The first thrust is like fireworks in your mind, bursting with pleasure. The second one you feel like ice, melting into the motion of his hips and the warmth of his cock.

“Harder,” you breathe out. “Harder, fuck me, Din.”

His teeth sink into your neck, his pacing fast, hard. The sound of skin against skin is loud enough to drown the sound of the snowstorm outside. You push against each thrust, albeit your movements not really doing much, uncoordinated and unpracticed. Din pins your hips down, his fingers like iron branding your skin. He hammers into you, the dark curls stimulating your clit forcing out a gasp from you.

“Look at me.”

“What?”

“Look at me. Open your eyes.”

His hips slow down into a tortuous grind. Your bottom lip trembles at the thought. You’re scared to open your eyes, and frankly, you’re not sure if you heard him right. His thumb smooths over your closed lid, gently pulling them down.

“Don’t be afraid,” he whispers. “I want to see you. I want to see the look in your eyes when you come for me. I want you to see mine.”

“Are…are you sure?”

Your heart feels like a ticking time bomb, your chest ready to explode, the ticking in your ears too loud.

“I’m sure.”

Your eyes open incredibly slow, fearful. Din’s face clears up and you see him smiling down at you, his hair mussed, sticking to his forehead due to sweat. Hesitantly, you place a hand on his cheek, feeling the trimmed down hairs with the pad of your thumb. He leans into your touch.

“Now, that wasn’t so scary was it?” he asks, you smile and shake your head.

“No, it wasn’t.”

He kisses you. It’s different this time, softer, slower. He resumes his thrusts, hips snapping into you with the intent of release. His one hand slides between your bodies, thick fingers finding your clit and starting to draw quick, tight circles around the sensitive nub. The skin above your stomach grows tight, your thighs shaking against the broadness of his hips. You can’t get enough of him. Kissing him and at the same time trying to look at him. You engrave his face into memory.

Din breaks the kiss with a rush, his one hand cradles your cheek, tilting your head up to him. He holds your gaze, his lips parted. You feel your cunt fluttering around him, his cock heavy and throbbing deep inside you. Din spills into you with a groan, his hips stuttering forward. You follow right after, the sight of him too much. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip and his eyes roll back, you gush around him, your body convulsing as a silent promise never to let him go.

When both of you come down from your highs, he kisses you. Again and again. A man starved. A man desperate. Only one plea falling from his lips.

“Touch me.”

You wake up with his touch on your shoulder. When you open your eyes memories come flooding back, you and Din, again you had found your home. You wince as you slowly get up, the ache between your legs uncomfortable but missed. You notice that Din is in full armor, waiting for you outside of the cot.

“Come with me,” he says, voice hoarse. “I want to show you something.”

He helps you into your clothes and his hand never leaves your waist as the two of you make your way up to the cockpit. The storm had subsided, only snow falling scarcely from the heavens above. He points you to look up, and you do.

Your breath catches in your throat. The sky is alight with an otherworldly dance of colors - the aurora borealis.

The lights shift and shimmer, painting the sky with vibrant hues of green, blue, and purple. It's as if the entire galaxy has come to life, it’s beautiful.

Din's arms wrap around you from behind, and you melt into his embrace. The warmth of his body against yours, the strength of his grip, and the steady rhythm of his breathing all serve to ground you in the moment. You feel safe, and you feel loved.

The aurora continues to dance above you, you lean your head back against Din's chest. It's like nothing else matters in the world except for this moment - just the two of you, surrounded by the beauty of the cosmos.

And as you look up at the lights, you know that you are home.

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin x y/n #din djarin x f!reader #din djarin x female reader #mando x you #mando x reader #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian x reader #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal characters

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glamaphonic · 23 days

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i did this for rick so as promised my personal headcanon on the trajectory of michonne's feelings for rick

the most fun thing for me about this is that even though i would say that michonne is generally quite emotionally astute, it actually takes her way waaaaay longer than rick to be able to recognize what's going on between them

rick and michonne are so similar in terms of the things that drive them, that move them, that are most important to them (as gimple said: they have the same soul) and her entire approach to their relationship is basically tied into the fact that she and rick had inverse experiences at the very beginning of the apocalypse. he set out to find his family and did. whereas michonne had her family and lost them.

so she closes it all down, decides to just go away, but she can't really escape who she is, so she helps andrea. and this starts the recurring pattern in michonne's character arc where she repeatedly comes to these decision points where she has to make a choice between giving in to the nothingness or being herself (someone who is loving, compassionate, a protector) and every time she makes the choice to be true to herself, it invariably leads her to rick and their family

so from the moment they meet in s3 she is also viscerally drawn to him the same way he is to her, and like him there is no way she's in a place to even begin to process this. but she sought him out specifically because she was making that choice, to look for connection and community, and she sees who he is pretty much immediately, and so extends him this profound trust over and over again because who he is, what she sees in him, is fundamentally why she wants to be a part of that community.

in 4a, michonne's trauma has her turned every which way. she's already grown attached to rick and to carl and her reaction to this is to keep one foot out the door; to not be fully present for the community. to try to keep her distance even though while she's away she's still obviously thinking about her grimes boys all the time, i.e. bringing them back gifts, etc. and then the prison falls and it seems to justify her caution.

in 4b, she comes to one of those decision points and when she chooses to seek connection and community, it returns her to rick and carl. in my other post i note that this is where rick claims her as a grimes, but this is also where michonne fully commits. she claims them too. she accepts that they are hers. and of course we all know, and danai has even pointed out, the exact moment michonne fully falls in love with rick, when it clicks somewhere inside of her that it's only ever going to be him. but she's still nowhere near ready to consciously face that.

in 5a and through to 5b, just like rick she's not spending time examining what they've become. it just is. that's her family. they belong to each other.

towards the end of 5b, when rick starts to Realize, michonne doesn't because she instead actively sublimates the fact that she is in love with rick, that she has regained what she lost during the turn, into her general dedication to community. she puts everything into trying to shepherd their community without acknowledging her personal stake. which is what leads us to:

the end of 5b and through 6a during which michonne has to have 3 or 4 different people pretty much say to her face HEY YOU GET THAT YOU’RE MARRIED TO RICK AND RAISING CHILDREN WITH HIM RIGHT? YOU GET THAT BEYOND FOSTERING A COMMUNITY ON A MACRO LEVEL YOU HAVE A WHOLE ASS HUSBAND AND TWO KIDS? YOU GET THAT YOU DESERVE TO EMBRACE THIS THING THAT IS FOR YOU SPECIFICALLY AND LIVE A FULL LIFE?

but that final wall is so hard to get past because that wound is so deep, she has to sit with all of that for a good long while (she's working up to it), and it still takes carl basically openly declaring that she's his mother and rick actually making the move before she finally lets herself see, in that moment, what was already long since there.

and it's just very delicious to me personally that from 4a on rick was hers for the taking, honestly. all she had to do was say the word, but she wasn't ready to take him until that moment on the couch.

#talmbout #richonne #twd

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telvess · 3 months

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Reader using pick-up lines on them

chaotic writing for the fun

Hades

“You should be arrested for stealing my heart!”

Pick-up lines, hmm? Alright, fine, but did you have to use the most pathetic, the cheesiest one? Hades is way too elegant for such a poor tasted attempt, he actually feels offended by your words.

Your first impression is horrible. Hades silently judges you. Of course, he is too classy to make any snarky comments, but you can tell by his cold, indifferent look that he has lost all interest in your company. At this point, he is more of a Poseidon than his brother himself.

If you aren’t the type of person who gives up easily and still tries to flirt… just stop. The best you can get from him would be „yes”, „no” or a nod of the head.

Buddha

“You see my friend over there? She want to know if you think I'm cute.”

Buddha stares at you for a long moment, then looks over your shoulder to check out your friend (who you obviously made up), then then returns to you. His expression is blunt, maybe slightly bored. Totally makes you lose the confidence you had a moment ago as you watch him lazily suck a lollipop and pierce you through with his unimpressed glare.

The worst he can say is „no”, right? Well, who would have thought that the enlightened mind of Buddha would prove otherwise. A drawn-out silence makes you uncomfortable and you start to squirm under his gaze, not ready for that unfazed attitude of his…

Once the confidence you felt approached him vanished and you are ready to leave as quickly as possible, Buddha begins to laugh historically. You jump up a little and stare at him confused. It takes him a while to calm down, but when he does, he looks at you seriously again and says „tell your friend I find ya cute” with the most annoying smirk in the entire universe.

Susanoo

“Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?”

Susanoo watches you with harsh expression, his eyebrows raising as your attitude doesn’t change. You just stand in front of him and wait for his answer. Kinda hot, he has to admit.

He is amused by this shitty attempt, but still has to admit that it takes some balls to say something so crappy to his face. You’re bold, stupid and definitely not in your right mind.

He would definitely address all of the above and then… respond to you with an even cheaper pickup line that he thinks sounds good. He is very proud of himself and oblivious to the point that it matches his intimidating aura.

Susanoo likes a person who isn’t concerned with what everyone think of them, but he is also a person who expects others to submit to his will, which makes him rather difficult person to flirt with, demanding from you to adapt to his confusing preferences.

Nikola

“If I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put U and I together.”

BUAHAHAHAHA! HE WOULDN’T GET IT 100%!

He looks at you very confused at first, then he puts to work all of his braincells trying to figure out what you meant. Is this some kind of puzzle? Mystery? It’s clearly impressive, because he struggles to solve it!

Please, stop the brainstorming session before he starts writing his thought on the board and calls members of the science crew asking for the consultations.

After yours short explanation (which probably burnt your soul to the bones with embarrassment) Nikola nods, compliments your clever attempt and… continues what he was doing before this whole masquerade started, oblivious to the fact you just hit on him. So you just stand there and wait for something, but you last barely several dozen seconds before you run away to hide somewhere far, far away.

Much to your surprise, Nikola visits you the next day and invites you for coffee, bluntly.

Hermes

“Can I put my hand on your thigh, where it belongs?”

You sit next to him and get straight to the point. No hesitation, no shame in your eyes. Hermes’ eyes widen for a millisecond as the words leave your lips. Oh? Oh? Oh? He couldn’t help but let his lips stretch into a wide smile, trying to cover his mouth with his hand as a single chuckle escapes his lips.

When he pulls himself together, Hermes lets his playful nature take over. So you thought you were flirty? Hermes is too smart and too cunning to allow you triumph for long. Even if he isn’t interested, he will leave you with a dry mouth and wet panties. Hermes uses the tongue as smoothly as he uses the violin.

Apollo

“I'm sorry, were you talking to me?” He denies, “Well, would you like to?”

My, my, look at you! Approaching the Sun God just like this? Apollo is impressed. In fact, because of how intimidating he is, it's not often that others surprise him with such bravado. Usually they just treat him as something as intangible as the rays of the sun, bathing in his glory, praising him as a celestial being, not as a person. You - on the other hand - are a breath of fresh air.

Once the first shock wears off, his entire figure begins to glow and he gives you the most breathtaking smile you will ever see. From that point on, everything he does comes so naturally that it makes you lose yourself. After making great first impression, you end up like everyone else: Apollo wraps you around his little finger and before you know it, you just sit there and listen to his melodious voice as if you are bewitched. The man is too charming.

Poseidon

“Are you a magician? Because when I look at you, everyone else disappears.”

Peasant. Get out.

You aren’t clever. You aren’t brave. You aren’t impressive. The only person that will disappear is gonna be you, if you don’t remove yourself in the next 3 seconds.

Whoever didn’t stop you from approaching Poseidon like this, definitely doesn’t wish you well.

Kojirō

“Aren't you tired? From running through my mind all day?”

The man gives you surprised look, and moment later he presents you his widest smile. Sasaki has no clue what to say, so he just stands before you, rubbing his neck and blushing like teenage girl. He may stammers out a few words of thanks, but you really shouldn’t hope for more. Kojirō is simply not used to compliments, so even the simplest pick-up line can rock his world.

Please, ask him about swordsmanship, because it’s probably the only thing he can talk about while his brain fries in the skull.

Once Kojirō pulls himself together, he turns out to be exactly as carefree and friendly as you expected. The longer you two interact, the more open and less awkward he becomes.

Ares

“Do you have a name, or can I just call you 'mine'?”

Did you just? Huh???

Ares blinks a few times before his brain process information. He can’t believe you said something like that! Do you even know who you are talking to? He is Ares, the God of War! One of the twelve Gods of Olympus and son of Zeus! He deserves more respect, not some pathetic, human-alike attempt at flirting. He shouts all this in your face, making a big scene and ridiculing you in front of the others gods. For a moment he’s proud of himself, but your teary eyes quickly put him in a less mighty state.

To make things worse, you literally run away. At first Ares tries to ignore the feeling of guilt in his chest, pretending that your reaction was childish and exaggerated, but all he needs is Hermes to make a little remark (“Poor thing, it seems she gave her all to speak up.”) to make Ares’ face red.

He mutters some lame excuse to leave and starts looking for you. He still thinks your attempt was awful, but maybe - just maybe - his heart skips a beat knowing that some pretty miss thinks so highly of him.

Jack

“If music be the food of love, let’s have a feast together.”

Okay, this man isn’t used to hearing compliments, let alone hitting on him. Jack is a little shocked, not because he doesn’t understand you, but because you actually chose him. He doesn’t recognize you, but to his great surprise you seem to know a little about him. After all, you referred to Shakespeare. It couldn't have been an accident, right?

“Pardon me, lady?” is probably the first thing out of Jack's mouth as he’s still processing what you’ve said, but he quickly snaps out of his surprise, “Forgive me, where are my manners?”

Jack introduces himself properly, takes off the hat and bows like a gentleman. He then politely asks for your name, still fluttered that you gave him a chance.

Thor

“Did you do something to my eyes? I can't seem to take them off you.”

“…”

Neither Thor nor Mjölnir budge. Well, this is definitely something new; no one has ever approached Thor this way before, so he has to give you some points for creativity. However, don’t expect anything as Thor isn’t interested in continuing the conversation, so it’s up to you if you are interested in one-sided interaction.

Loki

“Well, here I am! What are your other two wishes?”

Loki stares at you without the slightest sign of interest, twirling strand of hair around his finger. He seems distant, almost like he didn’t hear you. Then he flinches, as if snapped out of trance. His face changes in a split second: a wide, forced smile and squinting eyes screaming at you to evacuate, because you’ve hit on the wrong guy. “Do you have a death wish, woman?” Loki asks, his voice has the sweetest tone that tickles your ears, but his words spew poison…

Loki is capricious. I don’t think it’s a matter of wrong pick-up line, it's rather more a matter of right timing. But even if you choose a bad moment to approach him, he probably wouldn’t hurt you (physically) - he prefers to scare others, toy with their fear than kill them.

On the other hand, if your timing is right, then you would still bounce off the wall, because Loki doesn’t intent to give you a straightforward answer; he would like to play with you, confuse you with the mixed signals he sends. He wants a reaction from you, entertain him. If you are cocky - his goal is to crush your self-confidence. Shy? Prepare for blushing, squealing and stuttering. Ah, you think you’re being funny here? Loki will gladly turn your smile into tears.

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror x reader #snv x reader #ror hades #ror loki #ror jack the ripper #ror buddha #ror poseidon #ror hermes #ror susanoo #ror thor #ror sasaki kojiro #ror nikola tesla #ror apollo #ror ares #udj

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Jealousy, A Bitter Drink.

once again its 4am and im posting smut! yay!

vash the stampede x reader

warnings for vash alien genitalia, reader being jealous, sub whiny vash my favourite! in the back alley behind a inn so Techically public but you dont get caught or anything! you shove your fingers in his mouth to keep him quiet.

You were nearly at your wits end.

Vash hadn’t done anything wrong, per say, but when the entire gang decides to go out drinking after finally arriving at an inn and he’s spending all his attention on someone else, you can’t help but feel unease. You trust him with your entire heart, with everything you are, you know he would never do anything, but you can’t help the jealousy that simmers in your chest everytime you look over and see him laughing at what the girl obviously flirting with him says.

It’s almost too much, and if the glare you’re fixing them both with doesn’t alert them, you don’t know what else will. You could always approach, kindly let her know Vash is taken, and talk with him yourself but.. You don’t want Vash to think you don’t trust him, that you think he can’t handle himself. So you sit and stew in your bitter feelings, hand around your drink tightening, and you swear on any gods out there if she gets even the tiniest bit closer, you’re gonna go over there and throw the glass at her. You’re sitting with Meryl, Wolfwood, and Milly, but you haven’t paid attention to them at all since Vash went to get you both drinks and didn’t return. Awfully rude of hi, you thought with a pout, keeping you waiting for a girl? Maybe there would be a better way to deal with this, a better way to get back his attention, one that doesn’t involve violence that he so deeply hates.

So with a smile and a quiet laugh, you tell the three people you’re sitting with you’ll go and collect your rowdy lover and your drinks, and hope that they don’t see the devious plan brewing behind your eyes. You give them a smile and a wave, and they’re quick to go back to arguing about whatever they were before you interrupted. Picking up your glass, you walk over to Vash and the girl with a smile. One you know Vash will be able to tell is fake, but not the girl you’re about to steal him from. Well, it’s not your fault, she stole his attention first and Vash needs reminding just who he belongs to.

The walk over to him was brisk, and when you gently place a hand on his arm and tell him you need to speak to him privately, outside, he immediately knew he was in trouble. Vash gave the girl a sheepish smile and then followed his lover, laughing with nerves, but directly on your heels. You led him outside, around the back of the inn where you were staying, and gave him an innocent smile. You wouldn’t be disturbed here at least, as long as Vash could be quiet, and he wasn’t known for being quiet.

‘’You took an awfully long time with our drinks, Vash, distracted?’’ The innocent smile remained on your face as you spoke to him, stepping closer and crowding him against the wall behind.

‘’A-ah,’’ Vash stuttered, his face quickly flushing. He knew you well enough to tell when an innocent smile was not so, and whilst he realised what had happened, he still flashed you a bashful smile., ‘’I’m so sorry! I know i was getting you a drink but… but someone started talking to me, i didn’t want to just ignore them!’’

You knew what he was like, knew that sometimes he was too nice for his own good, and the actual worry nipping at your brain quickly left. You’d still have your fun with him, still mess around with him, but you knew sometimes he was just too good, and you never could actually blame him for that. It was just one of the many reasons you loved him, and you could never ever be mad at him for something that was just so incredible about him. With a devious smile, you pressed your hand against his chest, gently moving it up until you took a hold of his jaw. You made sure to linger around the places you knew he was sensitive, the places you knew would cause a hitch in his breath and the flush on his cheeks to spread. Trailing kisses from his lips to his ear, you took the lobe between your teeth, before quietly whispering directly in his ear.

‘’You’ll have to be quiet, sweetheart. Don’t want to get us kicked out when we finally found a nice inn for us… you remember your safe-word, yeah?’’

At Vash’s high pitch whimper, you couldn’t help but pull away and coo at him. His cheeks were flushed a dark red, his eyes wide and mouth wobbly. You really couldn’t help but tease him, he was just too cute sometimes.

‘’Aw, baby, that’s all I need to mention to get you worked up? Aren’t you a needy thing? Let me take care of you Vash, I still have to remind you who you belong to..’’

With a wicked smile and one last kiss pressed to his lips, you trailed kisses down his neck. Listening to his whines, his quiet moans and just the simplest of kisses, you really couldn’t wait to listen to him trying to keep himself together. You continued, moving down his chest, until you had to sink onto your knees to keep going. Vash whimpered again at the sight, leaning his head back and closing his eyes tightly. Simply looking at you was enough for him to feel the slick between his legs, feel his cock twitch from where it sat between his lips inside of him, and he gently moved one shaky hand to brush the hair away from your face. You always got to him so quickly, with a few simple words and touches he would be completely under your spell, completely willing and wanting. He’d do anything for you if you simply asked, and it showed in just how he was looking at you when he opened his eyes, full of nerves, anxiety, but above that full of absolute adoration and lust.

Slowly, gently, you began at the buttons on his pants. You wanted to take your time with him, as much as you could behind a dingy old inn, with kisses pressed against the wiry blonde hair that lead from below his belly button to the top of his pants. The way you looked up at him between your eyelashes was almost too much for him, his legs already beginning to shake where he was standing. His quiet whimpers of ‘’please, please, can’t wait anymore…’’ caused you to smile against his happy trail, letting out a quiet laugh. You gently hooked your fingers into the band of his pants and underwear, tugging them down just enough to have access to his slick petal-like folds. You knew it usually took some encouragement for his cock to come out, encouragement you were more than happy to provide.

‘’Please, please, fuck, i need you so bad…’’’ Vash whined quietly, his head banging against the wall when he threw it back and bared his neck to you. You used your hands to shove his knees apart, causing him to squeak, giving you more room to move between his legs. He looked utterly debauched at the moment. Shirt riding up his stomach, the kiss and bite marks you had previously left on show, his stomach and chest littered in purple bruises and teeth indentations. His face was so flushed you would be worried he had a fever if you weren’t on your knees in front of him, and his expression was so desperate, so lewd and full of wanton need, you wanted to make him beg for hours until he lost his voice and had to explain just why even talking made his throat hurt.

‘’It’s okay, sweetheart, i’ll take care of you..’’ You leant forward slowly, teasingly, pressing a kiss against his folds. One of your hands came up to gently rub the spot where his lips met, eyes staring up at him the entire time. You wanted to see every reaction, every little whimper and shudder, anything. Using your fingers to spread his folds, you pressed licks against his hole, as deep as you could reach with your other hand gripping onto his thigh so tight you were sure he’d have bruises, sure he’d be feeling you for days. He gave you a quick warning, a rushed ‘’ohmygodimsosorryitscomingout’’, before you pulled back and gently pressed a kiss to where his hip bone jutted out. His cock, lighter than his skin and as pretty as you would expect from a Plant, appeared from between his folds, and you immediately grinned up at him. He had no reason to be embarrassed, he was truly gorgeous, and deliciously sensitive.You couldn’t wait to get your hands, your lips, your anything on him. Even the cold air against him made him shudder, a shaky hand coming from against the wall to tangle itself in your hair.

Wrapping your hand around his shaft, even that slight pressure was enough to make a very loud whine come from him, you leant forward and pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock. You gave him a grin when he struggled to keep himself together, told him to lean forward, and when he did, you shoved your fingers in his mouth. You had to keep him quiet somehow, had to make sure he didn’t make too much of a mess and you always did love having him suck on your fingers. The grin on your face never faded, not as Vash somehow became even more flustered, or as he let out the loudest moan yet. You knew from experience that his teeth were much sharper than those of a human, sharp enough to easily cut skin, but you didn’t care if you ended up with rings of teeth shaped cuts around the bottom of your fingers. Anything was worth it to see the look on his face as he swirled his tongue around your fingers, eyes lidded and full of desperation. He always shut up quickly with your fingers in his mouth, always immediately became the obedient boy he truly was.

‘’What a good boy,’’ you hummed, ‘’My good boy, keep quiet, yeah? I’m not stopping till you’re begging me to.’’

And when he desperately nodded around your fingers, you leaned forward, taking his tip into your mouth. You had to stop a grin at the noise he let out, muffled by your fingers, and you looked up at him through your eyelashes. Vash was always so pretty like this. Always so gorgeous when he’d take anything you gave him, willing to submit to anything you wanted to do. As you slowly lowered your mouth, taking him as deep as you could, his legs almost gave out from under him. If it wasn’t for your other hand wrapped around his thigh, keeping him stable and as close as physically possible, you wouldn’t be surprised if he ended up on the floor. You grinned around his cock, best as you possibly could, and as your nose was buried in the wiry blond hair at the base, you shoved your fingers as deep as you possibly could in your position. The noise he let out was gorgeous, a loud moan broken by a choke, and when you hummed around his length the whine he let out sounded more like a sob.

‘’Mmnmclose… fuckfuckfuck…’’ Even around your fingers you could make out what he was trying to say, merely doubling your effort to make him cum. He always was so pretty when he got close, even more desperate and whiny. Even if it was hard on your throat to take him to the base, straining and almost making you choke, it was worth it for the look on his face. Was worth it for the way he whined your name around your fingers, the way he clenched his eye shut and nearly doubled over you. You let out as close to a laugh as you could with his cock down your throat, swallowing around him. Anything for the extra pressure, anything that would increase his whines and tip him just over the edge. Even as you gagged on him, eyes watering and hand around his thigh tightening, you pushed even more. His moans made it worth it, made it easy, and you only pulled away when the hand in your hair gripped tightly, his teeth bearing down on your fingers.

Even as the pain makes you wince, even as you feel your skin break and blood enter Vash’s mouth, even as he cums in yours, you don’t pull back. Not until he whines loudly around your fingers that he's cumming, he's cumming, please don’t stop! Not until you feel his cum down your throat, only ever pulling away when you feel as if you can’t breathe, you swallow as much as you can and grin up at him, making a show of it. Anything not in your mouth is on your face, and Vash slumps quickly. You pull your hand out of his mouth to support him as he slides down the wall to sit half in your lap, half on the floor, and you’re quick to wrap your arms around him. To tell him just how good he was for you, how he made you so proud. He spits the blood out of his mouth, giving you a wonky grin, and you laugh loudly at how funny he looks with the remaining blood and flush on his cheeks. You wipe the cum on your face with your shirt, deciding to worry about the stain later, and you press your lips to his.

‘’You okay?’’ Your voice is quiet, raspy from the strain on your throat, and you pull Vash as close to you as you possibly can. Maybe an alley behind the inn isn’t the best place to cuddle, but you can’t bring yourself to care when Vash is in your arms, when you're offering him comforting words and gentle kisses. In response to you, he nuzzles into your chest, a bright dopey grin on his face.

‘’As good as one can be after uh, finishing, in your mouth!’’ Even in the afterglow he never fails to make you laugh, make you so happy you don’t even focus on the pain in your throat, and you give him the deepest, most passionate kiss you can muster. He deserves it after what you put him through, and he reciprocates quick, wrapping his arms around you as tight as he can and smiling into the kiss. As you hear Meryl shouting for you both loudly, followed by a comment from Wolfwood that makes her even louder, you smile back into the kiss. You know Vash will get you back, and you can’t wait for him to even try.

#trigun stampede smut #trigun stampede #trigun stampede x reader #vash the stampede #vash the stampede x reader #vash x reader #trigun stampede imagines #spicy #trigun

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lovebytheoutlaw · 1 year

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Can you do NSFW/SFW headcanons for Javier? 👉👈 i am out here begging for content with him

You've kept me waiting, anon! *evil smirk* I love writing for Javier! He's probs my fave to write for! There definitely isn't enough content with him, and I am happy to provide!

Javier sfw headcanons

*nsfw under the cut ;)*

Such a gentleman! Helps you on and off your horse; holding your waist from behind when you're doing chores, kissing your cheek, and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Just making you feel so safe, loved, and wanted

If you want, he'll teach you guitar! He's quite patient, especially when it comes to you, and a great teacher! Same if you asked to learn his native tongue. He'd appreciate your desire to learn and the thought of being able to converse with only you two understand each other at camp excites him

If he's having a bad day, he most likely won't talk about it right away. Instead, he'll ask you to go fishing with him, leading to you two sitting by the water silently until he's ready

Constantly making you melt with pet names! 'Mi amor', 'hermosa', 'querida', 'carino'. Serenading you, locking his eyes, full of love, as he plays just for you

Compliments you every day! "That outfit looks gorgeous on you", "You look so pretty in the firelight", "That color really brings out your pretty eyes" SUCH A FLIRT

*Wearing his poncho he gave you earlier that day* "Woah, where'd you get that poncho? I have one just like it! It's quite nice, right? *wink*"

Sarcastic banter back and forth, laughing when one of you runs out of comebacks

Kissing you before he leaves for a job you can't come with for, promising he'll be safe, kissing you when he returns, and cuddles you to sleep and again when you wake up

You can always make him laugh, even if your attempt at such was lackluster. He's so smitten by you!

Warm hugs, very good at comforting you, will listen to you talk about anything and everything, accepting of who you are, and protects you if you need it

Javier nsfw headcanons

*cracks fingers, stretches back* let's get it

CW: nsfw, sexual themes, knifeplay, degradation

Skillful fingers, not just on his instrument, but on yours as well! (If ya know what I mean) He'll catch you often staring at his fingers when he plays, or when you two are sat at a table. Purposefully tapping his fingers on said table, letting you know he noticed

He loves making out, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth, sucking on your tongue, moaning low into your mouth

Obviously, knifeplay. As long as you're comfortable and consent to it! Dragging the blade lightly up you body, the cool metal on your skin making you shiver. Holding the knife to your throat (gently!!) as he thrusts achingly slow into you. He also likes you wielding the knife some times too when you're in the mood to be dominant.

Never makes you do anything you aren't comfortable doing. Sets up safe words for the both of you. A TON of communication before anything happens

Turns you on just with his words. He's an expert at flirting, so it makes sense he would be at talking dirty as well! Soaking yourself just from him growling naughty things in your ear that when he reaches down there, he smirks, "Already wet, mi amor? All for me?"

Possessive af. "Who's this pussy/hole belong to? Say it." Marking you up, bruising your skin with his mouth, and fingerprints blemishing your hips

Javier has a stamina out of this world when it comes to sexual activity, and the sex drive of a rabbit. He'll fuck you anywhere and everywhere. All day, any day. Against a tree, at the campfire, in your tent, a hotel. Even a stagecoach after robbing it once. You guys don't mention that one much

Praises the hell out of you! "My good girl", "you're doing amazing, hermosa". However, he also likes to mix in degradation some times if you're into it~! "Take it like a good girl", "look at those pretty tears", "mierda, I love using that beautiful hole"

Slight humiliation, like making you bark, or putting you in embarrassing positions for his pleasure. Loves overstimulation

Loves making slow, sexual, intimate love to you as much as he loves rough fucking. Holds you close, kissing every inch of your skin, taking his time on you, relishing in your elongated moans, and caressing your face. "Te quiero, mi vida"

Aftercare is never skipped. He cleans you up, letting you rest (you need it after that), bringing you water, holding you and asking you if everything was okay, if there was anything you didn't like. Falls asleep with you in his arms, your face in his chest, legs intertwined

#javier #javier escuella #javier hc #javier headcanons #javier escuella headcanons #javier escuella hc #rdr2 #javier escuella smut #javier escuella rdr2 #javier rdr2 #javi #i love himb

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animestsstuff2 · 20 days

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A dragons beauty

Barbarian Katsuki x reader

Content warning: dysfunctional family, mental abuse, reader is slightly anxious/quick to upset over outbursts due to endeavour being her father

Also! Any dialogue like this “words words words” with a strike through it is Dragon-blood togue. I dont have any special font for it lol and i also feel like this makes it harder to read since technically you! The reader dont understand it and obviously bold words/sentences are your thoughts!

Part 3

Masterlist

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You sniffled as you packed your clothes into the leather trunk on your bed. The past three days had been the worst of your life, you spent day and night crying and when your tears finally dried up and you felt you could accept your new life thoughts of leaving your family made you crumble all over again. You closed the trunk up. You looked around your room wiping your dry eyes as you grabbed the trunk and sat it on the ground. It was early morning, birds singing. you weren't even dressed yet, wanting to delay your departure as much as possible. You slipped your dress, it was quite cold this morning so you made sure you were layered up with your white cloak.

Your maid Hana entered your room and came round, tying the lace backing of the dress as you stared blankly ahead ill never see Fuyumi again, or Natsuo or Shoto again. Hana finished and excused herself. you grabbed your smaller more delicate belongings, like your sketch book, hairbrush and other hygiene and accessories and packed them into your leather satchel.

A knock sounded at your door and you sighed, looking at the large clock opposite you. Your father was here, going over and opening the door you met his gaze, curtsying quickly and then looking away. You watched as two servants moved into your room and grabbed your packed belongings.

"lets go Kya and I don't want a scene, everyone is waiting at the gate" He informed and you nodded staying silent as yous headed to the outer gate. You seen as everyone was already there. The Dragon-blood clan ready on wagons and horses, some on foot. Your siblings stood off to the side and you looked up at your father who gave a small nod and you ran over, allowing yourself to be pulled in by their arms as they embraced you tightly. You pulled away feeling fresh tears prick the corners of your eyes as you looked at them all. "ill write every day Kya, don't worry and I talked to father about visiting and he said we could soon" Fuyumi reassured you. you nodded smiling at her, she was always so optimistic as if father would let her travel to see you in the mountains. Natsuo just kissed your forehead as he ruffled your hair. "Kya, I want you to have this" Shoto spoke, you looked over to him and seen he held an item wrapped in leather, bound by twine. You looked at him curious, taking it and going to untie it when he stopped you. "no, don't open it here. it'll keep you safe, only use it when you feel you need to" You stared at your brother, brows slightly furrowed. he was always so..so cryptic never fully explaining something. you only nodded and he gave you a small smile. "Come on Kya" Your father called and you gave your siblings a small smile. Fuyumi broke down, tears falling from her eyes as Natsuo wrapped his arm around her pulling her into him. His eyes pricked with tiny tears as well. You headed over to your father who stood by a wooden wagon covered by a tarp, hiding what was inside. he pulled back the opening and your eyes widened seeing Bakugou inside. Your father helped you as you climbed in on trembling legs, scared to be alone with him, especially after last night. You settled on the small wooden bench beside him, annoyed there weren't more seating areas, keeping your eyes trained ahead. you seen that same red-headed man jump up in the drivers seat. He flashed you a small grin which you returned.

He raised the leather straps bringing them down on the horses back in a quick movement as he shouted something in his language. The horses marched on and the sudden movement caused you to lose your balance. You fell back and bumped into him. His arms came to grab your waist as he helped you sit back up, whipping your head round you met his narrowed red eyes. your cheeks an obvious red. "Im ever so sorry!" you squeaked out as you tightened your grip on the leather clad item still in your hand. He only chuffed at you and rolled his eyes, your eyes widened as your nose subconsciously crinkled at his disgusting attitude. You turned back around, watching the scenery change. how rude, it was obviously an accident I bumped into him.

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You yawned as you leaned slightly against the tarp behind you. You had been travelling for hours now, well you assumed. Your satchel with your pocket watch was nowhere to be seen but it was now dusk and the sun had just rose when you left. The journey had been quiet the only speaking was done between Katsuki and his friend who drove the cart, of course you understood nothing they said. You yawned again, eyes hooded slightly as the rolling of the wagon lulled you. You turned, pulling your legs up to curl around you as you leaned further against the wooden brace the tarp wrapped around. I'm sure we'll be there soon. Your eyes slowly closed with each passing moment and soon your hands lay lax in your lap. The item Shoto gave you fell to the ground alerting both Katsuki and his friend.

Katsuki turned and seen you curled up, eyes closed as your chest rose and fell softly. He only rolled his eyes at you, turning back to face the path ahead.

"Shouldn’t you check on her chief?" His red headed friend asked, the blonde only rolled his eyes at his friends question.

“No, its not my responsibility” he scoffed, the horses plodded on. The path now becoming more bumpy as they entered the higher mountains, close now to their base. You groaned softly as the wagon rocked more roughly. Bakugou turned his head once more seeing your body shuffling closer to the edge of the small wooden seat.

“Bakugou! Shes going to fall” his friend scolded. Bakugou grumbled at his friends insistence and got up, moving back he arranged yous both so that your head lay in his lap as he held your body; his hand sitting on your waist.

He looked down at you, brows furrowed as he stared at your peaceful face. He was still furious with you for refusing to kiss him at your wedding. He didn’t understand you knew for months of the wedding like him and even so it was just a kiss. He supposed anyone would be nervous to kiss him, he is well known.

The wagon came to a halt and Bakugou looked up, recognising his home. Their small wooden gates opened allowing them to enter. The large campfire inside nothing but embers showing everyone had returned to their tents. He lifted your head up as he stood and reached under you, lifting you in his arms. You stirred lightly as he got off the wagon and walked towards his tent informing his friend to gather your belongings and bring them to the tent.

His house was far in the back of the settlement, away from everyone elses. A large round circle made of wood with a tarp roof made of animal skins and leather. He pushed the tarp door aside and entered, going over and laying you down on his bedding of animal fur and skins. His bed made of wooden logs making it slightly higher than the ground. He undressed himself, leaving himself in just his briefs looking at you and wondering if he should undress you.

He decided against it and instead got in beside you, pulling the fluffy pelt over you both as he turned and closed his eyes, hearing your stir and move he grumbled and grabbed your waist, pulling you into him. You settled pushing against the warmth of his chest and quietening down.

He heard his friend Kirishima enter and place your belongings somewhere before leaving. He tightened his hold on you as he let out a sigh and fell asleep

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Oh yeah, i wasn’t sure how to describe it but Bakugous house is a yurt. If yous want to search that up to have a better idea of it, some other characters also have these like his parents and higher ranked people in his tribe.

#bakugou katsuki #my hero academia #bakugou x reader #kirishima eijirou #mha #bnha deku #barbarian bakugou #barbarian au #princess #tribe #dragon blood #mina ashido #shigaraki tomura #touya todoroki #shoto todoroki

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becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys · 4 months

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Doctor Who, but Chronologically: 46

Back to the 1980s! Fun fun fun. Or not, because it's now 1983 and we're watching a Mark Gatiss episode set on a Soviet nuclear sub, which is. Well. Not fun. He's a very boring writer. Lots of stereotypes in both plot and set pieces, and a general feel that he'd have made a very good writer in the 1960s. WITH THAT SAID THOUGH I remember absolutely hating this episode at the time, but on a rewatch, I'm delighted to say it's actually very solidly just below average.

So, Matt Smith and Clara again - ironically, in the air date order we've only skipped backwards by one. Here, they land on said Soviet sub in the middle of the Cold War. Because this is a Gatiss episode, every single person on it is a white man, because aliens and time travel are fine, but women would be Pushing It. Fun fact! This is the first time since 1978 where the only woman is the companion. Two of these white men, in accordance with the laws of Films About Russian Submarines During The Cold War, are at loggerheads because one wants to blow up America and the other thinks nuking the planet is Bad, Actually. Oddly, even this tension feels like a shoehorned-in stereotype, given that the nasty one dies like a third of the way in, but whatever.

ANYWAY the nuclear sub has found what they think is a mammoth in some ice, and Cold War nuclear subs are famous for wanting to advance the plight of natural history museums, so they have it on board. Unfortunately, some science-hating one-scene character decides that thawing out a dead mammoth carcass to continue decomposing in an enclosed submarine is a fantastic idea, and so thaws it with... well, a blowtorch, somehow. This reveals that the mammoth is not a mammoth! It's an Ice Warrior! We've met their queen. It immediately chokes out and kills the idiot with the blow torch.

(Another Fun Fact! This is the first televised Ice Warrior story to feature no Ice Warriors played by actors from Trinidad.)

Meanwhile, Clara and the Doctor arrive and nearly get arrested, then in a scene that belongs in a mildly tedious 1950s it's-behind-you farce, the Ice Warrior turns up on the bridge. It gets assaulted by the nasty Russian who wants to nuke America. This then sets off the premise of the episode, which is that there is an Ice Warrior on a stricken nuclear sub that wants to wipe out humanity because Martian honour means "Attack one, attack all" - as multiple characters stress multiple times, because the Nasty Russian attacked it, the Ice Warrior now gets to kill everyone. "You attacked me," insists the Ice Warrior at one point.

Which is very interesting, given that the first scene of this damned Ice Warrior was of him attacking stupid blowtorch boy.

Obviously, this is just resolved by convincing the Ice Warrior not to kill everyone, and then an Ice Warrior ship turns up and takes it away, presumably back to the queen and that one human guy on Mars. Would he still be alive? Can't remember the year we saw him, now.

SO! What's plot relevant?

Well, this is clearly early Clara - it's her first trip, possibly? We find out about the TARDIS' translation circuits again, which she didn't know about. She gets to have her first Companion Does a Thing scene, I presume (first from her perspective, anyway), but is in fact utterly fucking useless in it, because it's written by Mark Gatiss. Her only actual function in this story is to remind the Ice Warrior that he has a dead daughter, because she is the Only Woman in this story (seriously why did the Ice Warrior have to be male as well? That would have at least HELPED.) Also we find out about the HADS for the first time! If the Doctor leaves it on, the TARDIS just gtfo if it senses danger. Cool. Oh, and another extraordinarily tedious Moffat-era "You are a soldier, Doctor... Another soldier can always tell..." moment.

Otherwise... yeah I think that's it.

Let's update the board!

“She” (an unknown person) is returning (perhaps River returned as Missy. Maybe Me? Maybe Clara???!)

There is something on Donna’s back

An entire planet, Pyrovilia, just… disappeared, somehow. (Maybe because the TARDIS is exploding??? Saturnine was also lost, and that WAS because of the TARDIS exploding. The lion man’s planet was also lost but he was a bit of a knob about it if I’m honest. The Thijarian planet was destroyed by some sort of impact). Is this the Flux?

Amy is maybe dead (she’s not)

The Doctor has been cubed (he’s out, but how?)

River is possibly blown up (unless she’s Missy. Nope: she is definitely not blown up)

The TARDIS has blown up (It’s fine now. Except it’s sort of melting now because it’s corrupted, but it’s fine again. NOPE, back to not working.)

The universe appears to have ended (the universe is back again)

The Doctor has employed(?) Nardole

(And Nardole was “reassembled???” Nardole had glass nipples and invisible hair?? WHAT THE FUCK IS HE)

There’s a vault in the TARDIS and it contains Missy but we don’t know why (sometimes she knocks for the bants)

There’s an immortal Viking girl now. Her name is Me and she’s now looking after the people the Doctor abandons

Why was Rory entirely unconcerned by the entire world suddenly going silent when that is Not Normal and should have been, at the very least, extremely disconcerting?

What did the Doctor do to Queen Lizzie One?

Why is Amy seeing a one-eyed woman in a vanishing window? (She’s with the Silents, but we don’t know why Amy saw her)

Why is Amy’s pregnancy inconclusive? (Maybe because the baby had Time Lord DNA?) She’s deffo pregnant and the baby becomes River, but why inconclusive?

Who is Sarah-Jane Smith?

How is the Doctor Bill’s teacher and why/where does he have an office?

What is going on with the Cyber War and the Cyberium???

What happened with the Other Cyber War?

What happened with the Third War that deleted the void?

Why does Rose seem particularly important?

What order do these Doctors go in? (Eccleston, Tennant, uncertain, Smith, Capaldi, Whittaker)

Which companion just… forgot the Doctor, and how?

Yaz and Vinder are about to die as Mori/Mwri/Muuri (Not anymore, somehow)

There is a Lupari shield around Earth.

What’s a Time War?

What’s the Rift?

What’s Bad Wolf?

In which war did the Doctor become a war criminal, and how?

Who is the Master?

Why has Amy forgotten Rory? How did she forget a Dalek invasion?

Is Rory plastic or not? Yeah, must be, he couldn’t possibly remember being plastic otherwise

Why is the Doctor sulking on a cloud?

How exactly does the Doctor have a cloud?

What exactly happened with Strax to, uh, tame him?

Which friend killed Strax?

Which friend brought Strax back?

Where did this lesbian lizard and human couple come from?

What happened with Clara as Souffle Girl and the Daleks?

How does Clara actually join?

Why so many Claras? A psychic midwife says she’s just normal human

Why is Missy apparently in robo-heaven?

Why is probably!Missy pushing Clara and the Doctor together?

What is Trensilor and what happened there?

Who is Handles?

The Doctor is about to be dissolved by a beautiful geode man

The universe is being crushed by the Flux

Will the Doctor open the fobwatch?

Sontarans are invading Earth again

Who is Kate?

Who is Osgood? Another name of Clara’s again?

The fuck is the deal with the Grand Serpent

Does Martha get to go to an ice cream planet with 12-fingered massage aliens?

How did the Doctor forget Clara?

Who is Bill’s puddle girlfriend Heather?

How did Nardole die?

When does Bill get Cyberman-ed and die?

When does the Doctor shrink and enter a Dalek called Rusty?

Whittaker is falling to her death rn

Was that ring relevant?

Does anyone know the Doctor’s name?

When did Yaz talk to Dan about fancying the Doctor?

When did Dan talk to the Doctor about fancying Yaz?

What’s happening with the bees?

What happened with Donna’s ex and a giant spider?

What war wiped out the Daleks, and is it one of the ones already mentioned?

What did the Doctor mean when he said “The (Daleks) always live, while I lose everything?”

If Dalek Caan is the last Dalek left why are there more now?

How did the rest of the Time Lords die?

How and why did Amy melt?

What’s the question that will make silence fall?

Why do the Silents… want silence to fall?

How and why are Silents at war with the Doctor when he… hasn’t even heard of them?

How does Hitler get out of the cupboard?

What’s the significance of fish fingers and custard?

Why does the Doctor feel guilt about Rose, Martha and Donna?

What happened with the space whale?

When does Rory defend Amy for 2000 years? Since Roman times, it seems

How does the Doctor survive River? He doesn’t, apparently

How does he erase himself from history

Did Captain Jack lose his memories to the same people as the Doctor? What did he lose?

When did the Doctor send the Daleks into a void to save the universe?

What’s with the weird crack in the wall and is it affecting memories?

Why do Amy and Rory think the Doctor is dead? Is it because of River as an astronaut?

Is Matt Smith’s Doctor a tree racist?

Why is the beautiful geode woman stealing people into a Passenger form?

River says she’ll die one day when the Doctor doesn’t remember her, let’s hope she doesn’t mean it

Why doesn’t the TARDIS like Clara?

#doctor whom #and yet we are continuing

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nrdmssgs · 5 months

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Price confessing to you too soon

Masterlist Hurt/comfort Pairing: PriceXReader Summary: Sometimes it's just a right person, wrong time.

Your now ex was turfed down the stairs, your belongings were already in Prices car trunk - the worse was left behind. Yet you can't stop tears rolling down your cheeks.

He is tapping the steering wheel nervously, but keeps quiet, hoping, that you just need some space and time to calm down.

Sadly, it isn't that easy. As much as you try to control your mood - you are obviously worn out by the last days around your ex, all your fights, those ugly words, he threw you in the face. So tears keep rolling as you quietly sob, looking away from John, who couldn't take it anymore and helped you finally escape the place and person, that brought you so much pain lately.

But he isn't ok with you hiding from him. That's why Price pulls to the side at the next gas station, leaves you for a few minutes in the car, and then returns with a bottle of water and your favorite chocolates.

"Can't believe, you still remember, I like those." You brush away your tears and try to smile at him, as your old friend opens your door and hands you a treat.

This act of care should have cheered you up, but you suddenly remember your ex screaming, “You're just waiting for everyone to serve you!” And tears treacherously well up in your eyes again.

You are about to turn away once more, but he kneels to meet your eye level and catches your face. His hold is so careful and tender, It's hard to believe, these same hands threw your ex down the stairs as if he was just a toy.

"You remember, you told me about this thing, 'Raison d'être' a long time ago?" He cups your cheeks and leans closer, so that he can talk quietly and still remain heard despite traffic sounds and music coming from the store.

You nod. Of course, you remember. John is one of the very few people, who you could call in the middle of the night just to info dump him with this concept of "reason for being", you've just read about. It was so simple, yet elegant, you just had to share it with somebody. And Price was always there to hear whatever you had to tell him.

"Good." He looks you deep in the eyes for some time and then continues speaking. "I thought about it. A lot. And I think, you being safe, feeling safe is my 'Raison d'être'. I will do anything I can for you to feel safe around me. I will guard you, will fight for you. And I swear, you can be vulnerable around me. Be tired, angry, cry, shout at me, curl up in my arms if you want - I will never hurt you."

And that's when something inside you cracks and breaks apart. Not only John helped you escape, not only was he immediately ready to give you shelter in his home - he was ready to stay by your side, while you were at your lowest. You stop holding back and cry ugly.

"Let it out. Let it all out. You suffered so much. I was an idiot for figuring things out for so long. Should have stood up for the one, I care about so much, sooner. Cry, love, you're safe to do so now." He whispers, embracing you caringly and shielding you from prying eyes.

There are many things yet to come. Eventually you will calm down, tears will dry out. There will be quiet evenings, watching Netflix together, or cooking something, or just sitting on a coach beside him, talking about everything and nothing simultaneously. You will fall asleep, and he will bring you to your room.

John will never mention, what he said that day on the gas station. There will be no need, because one day the realization will come to you. 'Raison d'être', 'the one, I care about so much'... these are not exactly the words, one would use on just a friend.

You will still be healing, pick yourself up piece by piece, when a simple idea will appear: John Price loves you, have already for quite some time.

You will half lay on a couch under the blanket, he picked specially for you to never get cold, when he's not around, you will watch this man doing his magic in the kitchen. You will be full of gratitude for him not demanding anything of you, not making a move, not even trying to take any advantage of a current situation, you two are in. You will enjoy the feeling of security, Johns 'Raison d'être', all while new love will slowly but surely blossom in your heart.

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echoedcrosshairs · 8 months

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Unseen Scars ~ p.2

Summary: Female Jedi survived order 66 hides out in the underground of Ord Mantell. Hiding out in Cid's parlor keeping your head down you see Rex's face and get sent backward in time. (Gif by @dreamswithghosts)

Warning: Order 66 Jedi Trauma, Feeling Haunted, Soft Rex, Angsty and Love

Word count: 2.7

Masterlist part 1

Facing all that you fear will free you from yourself. Your nerves were still on edge tempting you to flee being around the rest of clone force 99 even if their chips weren't activated they were still at risk at going nuclear at any moment. Although the walk back to the parlor soothed your nerves being Echo and him again but going into the parlor into such a cramped space didn't help. Rex positioned you behind him hoping it would help sooth you, his arm went around your waist ready to shove you away if necessary. Nonchalantly Echo had placed himself between Rex and the rest of his brothers, he may have trusted them with every bone in his body since they rescued him but you were still the commander to him. They both wanted to protect you even from a non existed threat. It was comforting that after all this time Rex and Echo just had to look at each other to know what the other was thinking. The 501st may be gone but the bond between them lives on.

"Do you think the Commander will rehabilitate?" Tech said flatly looking at you then back to Rex mind conversation, "Obviously I disagree with the systematic eradication of the Jedi, she does not possess the same mental fitness as we clones have been bred to endure and the order has seem to take a heavy toil on her mental aptitude for returning to the fight."

"The Commander-" Rex started, "Can speak for herself," you cut in.

You swallowed looking at Tech, "A wise man once said Truth enlightens the mind, but won't always bring happiness to your heart. It is a lot to accept and understand but it doesn't heal the fact my own men, men I trusted with my life and fought beside for years, tried to terminate me nor the death of so many allies. That same man also said 'Ignore your own instincts at your own peril," you paused to look at them and up at Wrecker before your eyes shot back down, you couldn't help feel that something was wrong but the force was beckoning your silence, "I am not ready to find myself in that position again."

"Well get them out," Echo said defiantly, "We'll never be a threat to you, ever."

"I'll be in touch," Rex nodded pulling you away from them towards the exit but waited to speak until he put a decent amount of distance between you and Hunter, "The force is telling you something isn't it?"

"They have to get them out, soon. How did you get yours out?"

Jesse... Vaughn... Your mind wandered to the battlefield, having the 501st at your side. The boys always wanted to die in battle but never like that. You wiped the corner of your eyes, "They were good men," you choked out when he was done.

"The best."

The both of you continued down the street in silence, at some point your hand found his. It still hurt to look at him but his presence helped the pain, "Now what?" you whispered.

"You can stay here... or you can help me save my brothers, I have to try."

You looked at him, the conviction as dedication across his face was the same one he had before a battle, "I'll come," you whispered before you had time to think it through, "Don't know how much use I'll be, Tech has a point."

"It doesn't matter, just having a Jedi with us is enough especially you Commander," Rex said squeezing your hand, "We should gather your belongings, the boys are destined to pick me up shortly."

Weaving between side streets it was an easy back track to your tiny place, Rex found a bag and quickly packed your clothes as your hand rested against the slats in the floor concealing your past. You scooted up lifting the slate with the force letting your free hand dig out the pouch after putting the board back you opened it retrieving the saber. The weight felt foreign in your grasp, the metal cool to the touch. You flicked it up into the air catching it with the other hand, just like riding a speeder. Looking over you saw Rex observing with a small smile before he returned to packing, you tucked the saber away.

"Are you sure about this?" he said slinging the bag over his shoulder but not looking at you trying to hide the grim expression. He would keep giving you a chance to go back to a normal life if you wanted one even if it hurt him, the war took so much from you he didn't want to be the reason you lost any more.

"Facing all that you fear will free you from yourself," you stated with a heavy breath, it wasn't the simple answer you knew Rex wanted but it was the truth, "If you remember Anakin and I were never one for running when things got tough. I think I've hidden in the shadows long enough." That statement was the first sliver of hope you had in a long time. Your eyes found Rex's, fondness had swept over them at the mention of the old days, the simple days. Keeping eye contact you took the short steps across to him tucking your face in his neck holding him. Your body still screamed run but your heart told you not to let go.

His hand found your back rubbing it, "We should get going," he sighed not wanting the tender moment to end, "Let's meet the 105th," he smirked.

"Did you really just switch the numbers?" you said with real genuine laughter.

"No, but I think I'll start calling us that if you make that beautiful sound again," he said putting your arm through the crook of his, "Let's go."

Finding the ship wasn't hard, it was discreet for the most part in the back of the docking station. The only tell tale sign that it was different then any of the standard ships around the port had been a barely noticeable white mark barely indistinguishable in the shape of Ashoka facial mark hidden near the bottom of the haul by the ramp.

Rex squeezed your hand tightly finding the nervous expression on your face, "None of these men will ever be a threat to you," he said giving the ship three solid knocks.

Your heart shook as the anticipation grew, these are Rex's men. Deserters of the Empire, they could be trusted. Right? I trusted my men... Clam grew over your skin as the ramp finally touched the ground. Looking up you found a green trooper looking down at you, one of master Yoda's men? You watched the trooper salute, standing at attention coughing to get the attention of the other trooper hanging near by who repeated his attention.

"Commander, this is Nemec and the brother over there is Fireball, at ease," Rex said giving them a stiff nod.

"Nice to meet you, Sir," Nemec said as you walked on board after Rex.

"She's a little skittish around us clones so give her breathing room."

"Don't blame her," Fireball murmured, "I barely ever want to see our face again," he heard Nemec cough finding the glare he was giving him, "Just saying, I can barely stand to look at it after what our brothers did."

"His chip's defective, deteriorated but unlike Tup's it didn't execute the order early. It's out now. He took the loss of his General hard and found me soon after," Rex whispered.

"Let's get out of here, I'm going to show the Commander around," Rex said gesturing away from them, "Refresher, their room, my room, mess... sorta," he shrugged, "storage closet, I could turn that into your private room if you want one," he shrugged again nervously rubbing his neck at the unspoken question hanging in the area.

"I think I should share yours Captain, I'll want my own bed of course."

Rex's heart skipped a beat, "I can arrange that," he tried to keep his stern dignified expression but felt like a cadet, of course their had been nights together but never like this coexisting in the same place, "Sorry," he coughed finding the responsive blush across your face. "Anyway, you can take my bed for now. I'll go grab a spare mat from the storage room," he said setting the pack down on his bed excusing himself so you to get settled in. It's not like before di'kut, the reminder settled in his bones wondering if all of the closeness had been to much. He tried to steal himself to that possibility. Taking a seat outside the room, he forced himself to clear his mind until Nemec walked over.

"You sure about this, Captain," he said jetting his chin towards the door, "We need a Jedi on our side but are we sure being in these cramped quarters is good for her?"

Rex understood his brothers concern, he looked at the door for a moment before placing a hand on the man's shoulder, "She was always the backbone holding the men together after every major loses and always giving us hope. It's time we do the same for her." His tone was firm, "I trust her, she choose to come with me for a reason. I believe she knows she can work through this."

"Did you ever think she came because she loves you?"

"Trust her judgement, Vod," Rex smiled taking his hand off his shoulder, "Let's head to base." Turning on his heel Rex rummaged through the storage closet grabbing the rolled up mat before heading back to his room. Our room, he thought smiling. When he returned all of your belonging had already taken up the spade signifying your stay with him.

"I haven't seen or slept on one of those in ages," you smiled softly looking at the poor express for a bed as he laid it out, "I'll take the mat if you want the bed-."

"Don't even think about taking the floor Mesh'la," he said bringing his gaze to yours, "We'll head to our base to plan to get The Bad Batch's chips out and you can see everyone else, I know their's a couple other 501st troopers who'd love to see you," he smiled.

"Who?" You asked going wide eyed.

"Hawk and Dogma," his grinned widen, "I definitely didn't expect it either," he cautiously said walking forward letting one hand fall to your hip, "A Jedi and a captain, whatever are they going to think," he jested hearing you laugh melting some of the burdens in his heart, "I've missed you every passing moment, Cyare," his grin faltered for a second before returning, "No matter how long it takes I'll wait for you to be ready again," he said letting go, "the rest of my life if need be. Now I have to try to figure out how to get their chips out."

"Captain?"

"Yes, Mesh'la?"

You took the step back towards him wrapping your arms around his neck, the familiar scent, feel of him and the warm tiny tug through the force, "Thank you for being patient," you pulled away wrapping your arms at your side, "We can use the republic scrap yard, their were rumors of a ship being delivered."

"And you know this how?" Rex smiled crossing his arms.

"I did have a salvaging job to get by."

"I'll let the boys know and we can devise a plan, welcome back Commander."

You followed after him, skin prickling at Nemec and Fireballs presence. They each offered a small smile as you took the sit next to the Captain as he started planning. He was quiet for what seemed like forever when he hand stretched out and rested in your thigh as he kept working. You looked down at it, lip quivering as tears threaten to fall again. It's a different time, you placed your hand over his as you chimed it time to time with what little information you had.

"Rex?"

"Yes, Mesh'la?" he said not lifting his eyes from the task at hand.

"I'll love you the rest of my life too," you whispered squeezing his hand, "I think we're getting ready to land again," you said feeling the ship slowing down.

Rex gave a tiny nod standing up interweaving his fingers with yours, guiding you towards the cockpit finding Fireball bringing the ship down. You observed the low tech handmade building and the small cluster of troopers already waiting outside, greens, greys, a red and then the 501st blue. You saw the familiar valiant tattoo across Dogma's face and then the red hawk wing tattoo's on Hawk's temples. Walking off the ship Rex placed himself between you and the rest of them, each set of eyes noticing the hands bound together. You felt like you were going to be sick being around this many troopers, it apparently must have paled you.

"Commander, you're not looking so good," Hawk pointed out.

"Let's get some air Cyare," he said softly, "Hawk, Dogma both of you are coming with me to help a couple of our brother's get their chips out."

"Yes, Sir."

Gently you felt Rex stir you away from the crowd away from prying eyes towards the edge of the small base, guiding you towards a crate to sit on overlooking the forest, "Better?" he asked quietly.

"Do you think Tech's right? What if-."

"A wise woman once told me when I was losing faith in myself; A soldier's most powerful weapon is courage. Courage begins by trusting oneself. You choose to come with me, Commander, you could have stayed on Ord Mantell and lived out a regular civilian life but you didn't."

"You've been waiting since Tibrin to toss that back at me, haven't you?" you said with a smile sad laugh, your gaze travelled to the sky remembering other sayings you were taught; Who we are never changes, who we think we are does. One must let go of the past to hold on to the future. To seek something is to believe in its possibility. I was- I am Jedi, a Commander in the Grand Army of the Republic and partner of one of the most highly decorated Captain's. I do not run when the battle get's rough, I stand beside my men and face evil head first. I am survivor of Order 66, I lived to fight another day. You exhaled a breath you were apparently holding. Turning your head, you took his appearance forcing your mind to calm down and body to still. The familiar earthly tone of his eyes; the arrays of brown to shimmering golds, the short blonde hair, the expressive eyes just for you and a smile that puts very sun to shame. While your body tried to fight but your mind had already come to terms with reality, it might take for your body to catch up but it would be worth it. Rex would be worth it. You watched his hand come up and caress your cheek, your breath hitched as you leaned into it bringing your hand to his.

"Possibly," he smiled finally answering the question, "Ready to go back?"

"Yeah, I want to see the boys," you smiled.

Rex pulled you closer to him, "Let's go see the boys," he affirmed keeping his hand around your waist stirring you around troopers until he found the two other blues in the back rolling up their sleeping packs.

"Sir," Dogma saluted before staring down at Rex's arm, "Regulations-"

"No longer exist," Hawk pointed out, "Called it," he chuckled.

"Nice to see you too, Dogma."

"Sorry, still getting use to it," he added nervously.

"Me too," you mumbled.

"I am happy for the two of you," Dogma quickly added, "When are we leaving?"

"In a couple hours," Rex said feeling your body slowly continue to tense. His mouth fell agape when you reached out hugging the two of them, "I've missed you, boys," you whispered before pulling back. Rex's hand found your waist again feeling the muscles constrict themselves into knots. He stirred both of you back to the ship to your's room, "That was bold," he murmured eyeing you cautiously as you climbed onto the bed.

"With great risk comes great rewards," you offered, gently tugging his hand towards the bed smiling as redness flushed across his face. Sheepishly he removed his poncho and armor discarding it to a regulation neat pile on the floor, “How about until we leave I try to get use to being next to you again?”

“There is no other place I rather be then next to you, Commander,” Rex smiled climbing into the bed, “Just tell me when it becomes to much, I don’t mind taking my time with the scars I can’t see.”

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lovelybrooke · 2 months

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Here I am again, answering more Elden Ring stuff from @oldworldpoolhall. I've been thinking about making a separate blog for Elden Ring Stuff, just because I think It vastly different from the other stuff I write for, but ultimately it's just a thought.

"About the post, I do agree with Miquella feeling a bit prideful about how the reader is close to him. It’s easier too, with how his powers are implied to function, and well— as unconventional as it sounds his appearance somewhat helps his case for you to be less guarded around him, as wise and smart as he may be...And there’s a specific closeness that isn’t available for the others like you said, because Miquella has known them for longer through the dreams. Being in dreams feels a lot more intrusive, a lot more intimate in a way."

A large reason reader feels so safe around Miquella is because his looks. He's probably one of the strongest Empyrean's and is the most likely to bring about a new age, but reader doesn't really process that since they aren't of this world. They can't really comprehend how strong Miquella is, and it's what makes him so easy to trust when reader first finds themself in this strange world. And like you mentioned, Miquella knows a lot about reader because of their shared power over dreams. Maybe Miquella teaches reader more about their powers, in hopes that reader can stay with them longer.

"Although that is one of the things Miquella is superior in, it doesn’t mean his siblings doesn’t have anything to offer for the reader. For example Malenia, though she’d choose to admire you from a distance to avoid hurting you with rot by accident, it’s very sweet, because there’s just the charm of someone a bit quiet and resilient finding comfort in you, someone who doesn’t really quite know any better because you don’t belong in this world...We also have Godwyn who has Fortissax, while his siblings can provide you with what he may lack, there’s his friendliness, and the fact that he may even tell you stories of glory and dragons and take you flying through the air with him. He cannot take you back to your home, but he’ll try to make you appreciate the lands he was born in a bit more with him."

I failed to mention this earlier, but I do think reader would meet Melania second, after Miquella. Obviously, he wants you to meet his twin, and I think since she's able to tell that Miquella cares for you she grows close to you quickly. Like you said, she keeps a distance from you for your safety, but she does find you very comforting. A friend who isn't just her brother. I could imagine her seeking comfort in you when she loses limbs and parts of her eyesight. It's nice, and when she's with you and Miquella she feels almost normal. I think the other Demigods have their own way of bonding with the reader but I think it has to do with how closely they are connected to Marika. I think she doesn't let you be around Rennala's children as much, Radagon having to be the voice of reason. You do eventually meet them, but I think there would be a lot of tension between the two families when it comes to you.

"In a vaguely romantic context, I think Miquella would prefer the reader as a consort. They’re someone he’s close with in a way, connected in a manner that no one else knows. Although this is done in the typical Elden ring fashion lmao."

I imagine Marika has totally control over betrothals, and could see her betrothing you to one of her children as a last resort. She notices you fading, leaving this world, and so she betroths you to one of her children to hopefully keep you from leaving. Of course, this doesn't work, and you eventually return back to your world, but it was a last ditch effort to keep you with them. I could see her betrothing you to Godwynn, perhaps even one of Ranni's children if she wants to keep tensions low with them, but Miquella might be a good contender.

From my knowledge, Miquella's Haligtree was created after the Shattering, as an opposition to the greater will. I think this because I don't see Marika allowing direct opposition to the Greater Will, especially not from her children. If she sensed a bit of defiance from her son then she would be less likely to bethroth you to him, and in fact even keep you away from him. If he really wanted you to become his consort, then it would be after his mother/father was trapped within the Erdtree.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #elden ring x reader #elden ring #elden ring godwyn #godfrey the first elden lord #elden ring radagon #platonic yandere elden ring #yandere elden ring

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thinkingjasico · 1 year

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I feel like we need a jasico au like 13 going on 30. So...

They are childhood friends who lived next door to each other since they were little kids (wait, I just thought about the You Belong With Me video with them talking by writing on papers and showing it to each other through the window of their rooms and I WANT THAT FOR THEM IN THIS AU) and the two were always very closed in their own little world and loved it. Jason loved to write and Nico loved to take pictures, and the two of them would go to a forest on the way between their school and their houses and spend entire afternoons there together doing what they loved, studying together and even building a fort there (something like that little fort in Anne With an E that she and Diana do together, you know?).

But when they are about to start high school, Jason's father pressures him a lot to join the football team to get a sports scholarship in college to follow the plans he has for him. Jason, always afraid of disappointing his father and never having the support of his mom, joins the team and from then on everything changes. Jason doesn't want to leave Nico, but Nico gets angry and says that Jason has changed too much and breaks their friendship up. During this period let's say that the whole school finds out that Nico was gay and he suffers a lot of bullying, especially from Jason's friends, and whenever Jason tries to defend him, Nico says he doesn't want his help. Anyway, the two go through high school very lonely and hating every second of it.

On graduation day, Jason discovers he was accepted to the college his father wants and he definitely doesn't want to go. All he wanted was to follow the plan he and Nico had: going to college in New York, Jason studying literature and Nico arts, they were going to live in the dorms and explore the city together, then when they finished college they would share an apartment, and before that, backpack to several different places together. And on his graduation day, seeing that his life was turning into the opposite of that, Jason freaks out and runs away from the graduation ceremony. To make it a little comical I think it could be that there was a storm and he was struck by lightning, and that is the event that will throw him into the future at the age of 30.

Then he sees that his life really did follow the plan his father had for him, and that his life sucks just as he imagined. He actually lived in New York, but working at a marketing company that ran some problematic campaigns, was engaged to a girl he barely knew, and living in a luxury apartment with an empty life. He looks for Nico and finds him living in the neighborhood they've always wanted to live in, Nico is engaged to a relatively nice guy (you know who) and Jason talks to him (who is shocked that Jason looked for him after so many years) and finds out that Nico did exactly what their plan was, but alone.

After that, it takes Nico a while to believe this crazy time travel story, but once he does, Nico tries to help Jason fix his life (which is what Jason thinks will get him back). Jason runs an incredible marketing campaign with the help of Nico and his wonderful photos, and obviously the two admit to each other that they've always liked each other, but Nico says that it's too late now, that there's nothing he can do to fix that part of Jason's life.

Even feeling alone and lost after Nico said that, Jason returns to his parents' house and finally faces his father and throws in his face everything he swallowed in silence for all these years. Leaving there in a storm, Jason is struck by lightning again, and it sends him back to his graduation day. He wakes up in the hospital and sees his father fighting with a nurse in the hallway, and then he sees that Nico was in his room, looking at him worried. Nico says that he just wanted to see how he was doing but that he was leaving, but Jason asks him to stay and tells him that he was accepted to the college they wanted, and Nico says that he was accepted too. When Jason’s father returns to the room, they have a conversation about college and Jason says he will go to the one he wants. Of course his dad tries to say that Jason is just very confused after what happened, that these ideas soon will pass. But Jason stands firm in what he wants. His father really doesn't support him, and his mother as usual continues in silence, but Jason moves to New York with Nico anyway, and Thalia helps him as much as she can.

Jason doesn't tell Nico at first how he feels about him, but after they've moved to start college and everything is going well, he simply hands Nico a notebook for him to read, and in that notebook he basically made a collage with a compilation of all the things he ever wrote about Nico since they were little. From silly poems comparing how Jason looked forward to their time together even more than he did for the day of french fries in the cafeteria- that he wrote at age 7, to huge texts he wrote about Nico in the last few years they spent apart. And, obviously, Nico says Jason is a simp. But, obviously, Nico kisses him.

If you have jasico childhood friends fic recs, pls share them in the comments or rb and you will have 7 years of luck <3

This idea was itching my brain since my beloved reader @marshr00m was talking to me about jasico childhood aus

#jason grace #nico di angelo #jasico #thunderworld #jasico fic #jasico au #another jasico au based on old movies? yes absolutely

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hinatastinygiant · 7 months

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Pairing: Kita x Fem!Reader

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FLASHBACK ~ 8 YEARS AGO

The gymnasium is alive with energy as the final moments of the volleyball game play out. The crowd cheers, and the scoreboard displays the winning point for Kita's team. Amidst the celebration, you stand in the bleachers, your heart pounding with pride for Kita and the rest of your friends on the team.

After a few moments, the team disperses from the court and begins to collect their belongings. Your eyes scan the crowd, looking for Kita, his tall, athletic frame glistening with sweat. And when you spot him, you can see his eyes sparkle with victory as he cheers alongside his teammates. You're so excited to see him. It's the first time in weeks since you've been able to watch him play.

When you spot him, you rush up to him and throw your arms around his neck. "Congratulations! I knew you could do it!"

He's surprised by your sudden presence, but returns the embrace. He laughs lightly as he pulls away. "I'm glad you're here, Y/N. I didn't think you'd be here. I thought you said your boyfriend was-"

"I do my best to make time for you, Shinsuke." You flash him a grin, and he smiles back, a bit flustered by the compliment. "You know that," you say. "Plus, it's not every day I get to see my friend win a championship."

But as Kita's perceptive gaze meets your eyes, he notices the faint bruise on your eye that you had tried to conceal with makeup. Concern washing over his face, he reaches out to gently touch your cheek.

"Your bruise is still there, Y/N," he says, his eyes meeting yours. "Did he hit you again?"

You shake your head quickly, pulling his hand away from your face. "No, no. I'm okay."

"I don't understand why you put up with that guy. I don't like the way he treats you." Kita's brow furrows with concern.

"You're my best friend, Shinsuke. You've always looked out for me." You reach out and touch his cheek. "But trust me when I say that I'm okay."

He stares at you intently. He knows he can't convince you to break up with your boyfriend. And despite his disapproval, he knows that it's your decision to make. Kita can't help but wonder why you would put up with the abuse. And even though it's hard for him to admit, he knows that he has no say in your personal life.

After your conversation, you walk away from Kita, unintentionally leaving him there to get questioned by his teammates about you.

"What was that about?" Gin asks, a smug grin on his face. "Looks like someone has a crush on you."

"Come on," Kita rolls his eyes. "You know Y/N is just my friend."

"Sure, if that's what you want to call it," Gin laughs.

Kita turns to him, annoyed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"We've all seen the way you look at her, Kita," Atsumu chimes in. "I'd be surprised if she hasn't noticed by now."

"It's not like that." Kita insists, but he knows it's futile. His teammates know better.

Atsumu grins. "Why don't you just tell her how you feel?"

Kita shakes his head. "I can't do that. She has a boyfriend."

Gin smirks. "So? She's obviously not happy. And she always puts you before him. What's stopping you from telling her?"

"She wouldn't leave him. She wouldn't do that to him. Even if it's true. And I wouldn't do that to her either."

"Then what are you going to do?"

Kita sighs. "Nothing. I'll just keep my feelings to myself."

"That's a shame." Gin smiles sadly.

Kita glances at you, who is now about to walk out of the gym. "I just want her to be happy," he says.

"So do I," Atsumu replies, "But it's not going to happen unless you take a risk."

Kita looks away from you. "I can't."

Atsumu sighs and shakes his head. "You're gonna regret that."

PRESENT TIME

At exactly five o'clock at night, your alarm on your phone buzzes. You sit up and reach for the button to silence it. You let out a yawn and stretch, before getting out of bed. You have exactly one hour to get to work and have no time to spare.

You quickly pull on your outfit and fix your hair up. Then, you grab your purse, keys, and jacket before heading out the door.

Work isn't too far from where you live, so you typically opt to walking quickly the few blocks it takes to get there. Once inside the building, you make your way to the girls' dressing room. There, you spot your friend Sayuri slicking her dark hair into a tight bun.

"Hey," you smile at her as you walk past.

"Hey, Y/N, how's it going?" she asks.

"Fine," you sigh as you pull off your jacket and place it in your locker along with your purse and your keys.

"Long day?" she asks, turning to face you.

"I just woke up a little while ago," you say. "Just gotta power through."

"Hey, at least you've got some energy for tonight," she smiles. "I've already had two coffees and a shot of vodka."

You laugh, shaking your head. "You're gonna need it. It's getting close to the weekend, we're going to start getting busy again."

"Ugh, don't remind me. I've already got three private rooms booked for later," she says. "You got any tonight?"

"No," you say. "Tonight, I'm going to be working the main stage."

"Nice," Sayuri says, smiling. "I guess I'll see you after then."

"Definitely," you smile. "I'll see you later."

You make your way down the hallway and into the main club. Immediately, you spot a familiar face.

"Hey, Takao," you greet your manager as you make your way toward him.

"Ah, Y/N, how are you tonight?" he asks.

"Pretty good," you say.

"I'm glad to hear that," he says. "You're working the main stage tonight, right?"

"Yeah," you say.

"Good," he says. "You can start whenever. Just let me know when you're done, alright?"

"Okay," you nod, and head back toward the entrance to the stage.

Towards the end of your shift, as you are walking to the dressing room, you are blocked by a large man. "You're a mighty fine dancer, miss..."

"Bella," you lie, giving him a fake name.

"Bella," he repeats. "A beautiful name for a beautiful lady."

You give him a polite smile. "Thank you."

"Are you still on your shift?" he asks.

"I am," you say, trying to walk past him.

"Let me buy you a drink, Bella," he offers.

"I'm afraid I can't," you say. "But I appreciate the offer."

"How about after your shift, then?" he suggests.

"I can't, I'm sorry."

"Maybe if we go somewhere else? I could give you a lift back to my place?"

"I'm sorry," you repeat, beginning to feel annoyed.

"Aw, come on, sweetheart. It's just a ride."

You sigh, irritated. "Look, I have a boyfriend," you lie. To be completely honest, you haven't had a boyfriend since high school.

"I don't see him anywhere," he says, reaching for your arm.

"No," you say more firmly, pulling your arm away. "Now, please, let me go."

"Don't be such a tease," he sneers, his grip tightening.

"Please, stop-" you continue to urge him, but before you can get away, he slaps you across your cheek.

You are taken aback, and begin to panic.

"If you keep teasing me, I'll have to punish you."

You feel tears prick the corners of your eyes as the man grabs you even tighter. But just then, a woman's voice calls out to your attacker.

"Get off her."

You turn around, and standing there is a Sayuri. She's glaring at the man, who has now released his grip on you.

"Who are you?" the man sneers.

"What the fuck does it matter? She has been trying to politely tell you no," Sayuri growls. "So you need to leave."

"What are you, her mother?" the man laughs.

Sayuri takes a step forward, and you notice the way her hand has tightened into a fist.

"I'm serious, asshole," Sayuri says, her voice low and dangerous.

Thankfully, the man then gives up and walks off. You sigh and thank Sayuri for her help.

"Are you alright?" she asks.

"I'm fine, really," you say.

"Good," she nods.

"I owe you," you say.

"Forget about it," she shrugs. "You've done the same for me before. I'm sorry I didn't get here any sooner. Is your cheek okay?"

"I'm used to it," you smile sadly. "Don't worry about it."

"Come on," she says, looping her arm with yours. "Let's get some peas from the freezer for your cheek."

After your shift, the two of you make your way back to the locker room.

"Seriously, though, Y/N. It is a big deal," she insists as the two of you enter the dressing room. "You need to talk to Takao about tonight"

"I don't know, Sayuri. It's not the first time this has happened. It won't be the last. It's a part of the job."

"Still, that doesn't mean it's okay," she says.

"I can handle myself."

"Not against men twice your size, Y/N," she says, exasperated. "I've seen you take care of yourself, but that doesn't mean that you should have to. Not when you have someone looking out for you. And I think we're all tired of seeing these sleazy guys treat all of us like shit."

"I appreciate that," you say, taking a seat in front of the mirror. "I'll let you know what I decide."

"Ugh, Y/N, you're so stubborn."

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y0imyas · 2 years

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[ arlecchino | tartaglia / childe ; sweetheart ]

warnings : fembodied!reader (referred to as sweetheart, my girl, girlfriend . . . ; she/her pronouns used) ; no protection mentioned (coming inside) ; threesome ; oral (fem receiving ; reader & arlecchino) ; arlecchino kinda leads the whole thing lol and is referred to as she / her to avoid confusion ; think that's all

a/n: repost because tags didnt work ; my brain was only filled with childe and arlecchino oh my god i'm so weak for them ; this is probably the first and last time i'm ever writing anything involving a dom!woman lol

“oh, don’t you look pretty like this, you two”, the soft giggle from across the room made you push childe away and sit up quickly with the blanket as a cover while you looked straight into arlecchino’s eyes. did she just catch you getting eaten out by your boyfriend?

childe rolled his eyes as he saw his fellow harbinger colleague standing at the doorstep and quickly grabbed his shirt from the ground to hand it to you. you quickly put it on, your face burning up in embarrassment and you quickly looked down. “oh, sweetheart, no need to be so shy”, arlecchino slowly came closer to you. “you indeed looked very pretty.” she softly placed her hand on your cheek, softly caressing.

“what do you want?”, childe groaned in annoyance as he wiped the remnants of your slick on his lips away and laid down on the bed. “we were obviously busy, arlecchino.”

“now, now, is this an appropriate way to talk to me? don’t forget where you stand, tartaglia”, arlecchino’s tone got a lot colder as she moved her attention to her fellow harbinger. but when she looked back at you, her gaze was a lot softer. it was as if she had a soft spot for you – whatever it is, she was handling you like porcelain. “may i?”

arlecchino tugged at the blanket and pulled it off your body once you nodded, slightly hesitating. there was something about the look in her dark eyes that made your body shiver. “there’s absolutely no need to be nervous, darling. it’s just me, you know me”, arlecchino tried to make you feel a little less tense about the entire situation.

“hey, now, this isn’t fair!”, childe complained. “you can’t just barge in here, interrupt my time with my girlfriend and take over my place.” arlecchino rolled her eyes in annoyance.

“i can if she wants to”, arlecchino said and grinned as she slowly took off the shirt that childe had given to you moments ago. “it’s all about her, after all, isn’t it?” she was quick to hover over your body and start peppering soft kisses over your neck, collarbone, chest. she pinched your one nipple while softly sucking and biting the other one, having you writhe because of the ministration.

childe couldn’t help himself but closely pay attention to how you reacted, his sweet girl receiving pleasure from his fellow colleague. he had no idea why, but there was this sudden need to leave sweet little marks on your neck, just that he would be able to show off that you belonged to him – despite arlecchino being the one leaving wet kisses over your stomach and finally reaching your already sensitive clit.

you let out one particularly loud moan when arlecchino started sucking and giving you little kitten licks as her one finger continued circling your clit, having you grip childe’s hand tightly. your body started shaking as the climax you were about to reach when your boyfriend was eating you out slowly built up again and it didn’t take much longer for you to come on arlecchino’s tongue as she smirked to your body twitching like crazy.

“how was that, sweetheart?”, arlecchino asked as she sat up once again. “don’t you think you should return the favor?”

as if in trance, you let go of childe’s hand and turned your focus to arlecchino laying right next to you, already naked, in the huge bed that your boyfriend only got because “he needed his space while fucking you” (which he said like he was telling a joke, but was totally serious about it when the bed finally arrived in your shared apartment).

“cut the foreplay, i’m not really in the mood for it”, arlecchino said. “why don’t you fuck her, tartaglia? ‘think she’d like that.” childe’s eyes widened at the suggestion. why didn’t he think of that? it didn’t take long until he was behind you, his hips moving in a rather quick pace as you tried to focus on arlecchino having her legs spread for you to eat her out – which wasn’t as easy as you had hoped for.

having your boyfriend overstimulating you with his hard and fast thrusts wasn’t very helpful – you were feeling too good to focus, which obviously wasn’t very much to arlecchino’s liking. “now, sweetheart, i thought i told you what to do. do i really have to punish you for not listening?”

childe let out a groan as your walls tightened around him when arlecchino said these words. who knew that you would get so weak by having arlecchino command you around? maybe he should ask her to join again in the future… or just watch you get your mind blown away by her.

“n-no”, you stammered, still not able to form any sort of coherent sentence. “i’m sorry, please, i just–”

you couldn’t continue when childe made you cry out in pleasure with some quick thrusts, his grip on your hips were so tight that you knew there would be bruises tomorrow.

“you just what, sweetheart? aren’t you cute getting fucked by your boyfriend”, she kept on mumbling soft praises into your ear, until you finally came around childe’s cock once again. that pushed him over the edge, having him come deep inside you and letting out a groan while he continued with a few slow thrusts to come down from his high.

when he pulled out, he watched his cum drip out of your hole and before there was a big mess on the sheets, he collected some of the cum and slowly pushed his fingers into your hole. “please, give me a break”, you cried out, there were tears on your cheeks that arlecchino softly brushed away with her fingers.

“but you look so pretty like this, sweetheart. let us have some more fun with you, will you?”

#genshin impact #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin impact smut #genshin impact childe #genshin impact tartaglia #childe smut #tartaglia smut #arlecchino #arlecchino smut #genshin smut #❀ childe posts

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thisismysecondrodeo · 1 year

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i know ted says he and michelle have been together since high school but can we please see "My family invited an old friend for the holidays and they're my first love"? if there was someone else before, mama Lasso would do this now that they are over, i feel

AN: Omg thank you for still being my friends after I sat on this for like 3 months lol I hope you still enjoy!

Rating: General

Tags: Mama Lasso, Second Chance Romance, high school sweethearts, Fluff, holiday fluff

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Ted was thrilled to get to spend Christmas with Henry and his mother, even though he was anxious about being in Kansas. There were ghosts galore he had been going to therapy to prepare to deal with. Not just his father, but the death of his marriage, and the fact that he was a divorced, lonely ex-pat haunted him across the ocean.

By the time Mama Lasso's Christmas Eve party finally rolled around, Ted had slipped into a routine that kept him mostly panic-free: a long walk in the morning, time with Henry in the afternoons, and dinner with his mother. But this party would be a real test, surrounded by his mother's friends who would all try to avoid asking about the divorce or politely try to tell him how much he looked like his father.

He was chatting with his mother and nursing a beer, keeping a close eye on the growing tightness in his hands, when he saw you, his high school sweetheart, come in through the front door. You wore a thick navy blue sweater with white snowflakes and dark jeans and boots and Ted couldn't take his eyes off you as you hung up your coat and looked around nervously.

You had got to chatting with Mama Lasso a couple of weeks ago, in the grocery store. You always had fond memories of hanging out at Teddy's, even before the two of you briefly became an item. Mama Lasso could see that you both clearly had a fondness for each other, and was happy to have you over for dinner and let the two of you watch movies in the darkened living room. Especially after Ted's dad died and it was the only time he seemed even close to normal.

Of course, it had been many years since then, you and Ted had gone to different colleges, drifted apart. But in the aisle of the Hy-Vee, you and Mama Lasso were catching up like old friends when she invited you to the Christmas Eve party. You had gone a few times in high school and you were touched that she'd invite you, even if she was just being polite. You were about to decline when she said something you weren't expecting.

"You know Teddy always seemed himself around you. I know it's been a long time but I think it would be really nice for you two to see each other again."

You didn't expect that Ted would be there for Christmas, had heard about the divorce and the move to London through the grapevine, and you couldn't deny the flutter that went through you at the idea of seeing your first boyfriend again. You had never married or had children, had struck out after college for a fancy career across the country but returned home to take care of your aging mother, who had just passed away the previous year. And now you felt stuck. It would be nice to see someone that might make you feel like you belong again. So despite the terror of going to a party where you'd only know the host and the host's son...you said yes.

Ted slipped through the small crowd to offer you a cup of eggnog.

"The last time we saw each other, neither one of us was doin' this legally, so I thought eggnog was a safe bet."

You couldn't help but beam at Ted. You thought it might be awkward, but his small smile instantly put you at ease. He had aged, obviously, you had too, but in some ways he'd only gotten more handsome, growing into features that hadn't quite fit him at 16. But you wanted to give him an out as well, in case he was just like his mother and only being nice.

"I never pass up eggnog, thank you Tedd...," there was an awkward moment where both of you realized you were going to call him Teddy out of habit and his cheeks flushed as his smile grew. "I, uh, hope its not weird that I came. Your mom invited me?"

"Well, that certainly sounds like somethin' my mama would do. Say, I know you just got here, but what would you say to takin' a walk, catchin' up?"

You nodded, quickly downing your eggnog, as Ted disposed of his beer bottle and slid your jacket back on. He returned with two thermoses and a Richmond beanie pulled low and you quietly slipped out the front door again.

You and Ted strolled easily, catching up on more than 20 years of events, touching lightly on the hard stuff, and making each other laugh with the rest. The thermos was full of spiked hot chocolate, and you alternated hands to keep them from getting too cold as snow began to fall lightly.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Ted rummaged in a pocket and produced a pair of knit gloves, "noticed you didn't come in with any."

"You always were observant, Teddy," you sighed affectionately, bumping your shoulder against his. "Never was able to find another like you."

Ted dropped his head shyly, the corner of his mouth tilting up at the compliment. "And you always did make me feel like something special."

You walked and walked, aimlessly, but enthusiastically. Without speaking about it, the two of you turned around to go back to the party, gone long enough that his mother had probably noticed by now. But you couldn't help but stop against the porch, watching the snow come down a little heavier. Ted stood next to you, leaning on his elbows, close enough that you could smell his cologne and see the snowflakes get caught in his long lashes.

"Whatcha thinkin' about," Ted asked quietly, the sound of Mariah Carey leaking from the doors and windows behind you.

"We had our first kiss here," you responded truthfully, gesturing with your head at the porch swing behind you and Ted chuckled, immediately going to sit.

"I didn't mean to imply anything," you said as you joined him. "I know you live in London. To be honest, I don't even know why I came, I shouldn't have—"

"I'm glad you did. We're no spring chickens anymore, but boy do you make me feel young again," Ted said, not looking at you but still gazing out over the yard. "I...hope we stay in touch. I know you're life is here, but—"

"It's not actually."

Ted turned to look at you, which brought your faces even closer together. "What do you mean?"

"I've just been feeling...stuck lately. My whole purpose for coming back home is gone now and there isn't really a reason for me to go back to where I was. And I don't want you to think that I'm looking at you like some out, we just met again. But my life isn't here. For what it's worth."

Ted smiled, his eyes glinting with the reflection of Christmas lights, "I think it's worth quite a bit...would it be alright...if I kissed you?"

You nodded, leaning in immediately to press your cold lips to Ted's heat growing between your bodies immediately. It was meant to be gentle and chaste, but you melted into each other easily, getting lost in sensations both incredibly familiar and entirely new.

"And here I was thinkin' y'all had gotten lost. Shoulda known you were up to somethin'."

You and Ted jumped apart like teens all over again at the sound of his mother's voice. "Sorry, mama," Ted said sheepishly, but he couldn't wipe the grin off his face.

"Mmhmm, come on in here before you catch your deaths, now," Mama Lasso teased, before closing the screen door.

"Yes ma'am," you called out after her, giggling into Ted's side.

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