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raffe156 · 7 months

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Room for one more

Pairing - Price x OC Tank (F!reader)

Summery - Testing the limits of a one man tent…

A/N- little Drabble based on those single tents @atomiccrownpoetry mentioned, I’m sorry it took so long! Though I’ve tagged it as Tank an I read it as Tank and some of you will do the same, I don’t mention her by name so can be read as Price x F!reader 😌

Warnings - Smut (18+) Voyeurism kind of , Language, Age gap Price (38) Tank (26) unsafe sex, p in v

✨As always comments and feedback welcome ✨

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Call of duty characters - Only Tank

“You should get your head down kid, you look shattered” Price rubbed your back, he towered over you his hand lingered between your shoulder blades.

He was right it had been a long day of recon and you weren’t about to get into another argument with Soap over who ate the last digestive biscuit.

It was you but you weren’t about to admit that. Tonight was the last night of a 3 day stay in the desert and you were ready to go home.

“Yeh you’re right” You stood up stretching your back.

“Listen, one more night of this and I promise you fresh sheets and a real pillow.” Price squeezed the back of your neck a smile on his face. Everyone cheered at the idea of getting their heads down in a proper bed, but you knew he didn’t mean the beds back at the base. The thought caused a stir in your stomach and it was enough to get you through the next few hours.

You said your good nights and walked back to your single tent with Farah in tow.

You chit chatted as you both stripped down to your under layers outside your tents. Even though the temperature dropped at night, inside the tent was insulated and the last few nights had been so warm you had slept with just the mesh panel.

“Was it you that ate the last of those biscuits Soap loves so much?” Farah laughed as she turned you around to braid your hair just like she had done the last few nights. You gave her a knowing smirk as you handed her the comb. She laughed shaking her head.

“Sooo you and Alex eh?”

Farah didn’t need to see your face she could hear the grin as clear as your words.

“Asimat!” She tugged the braid playfully. You held your head laughing.

“OK OK ‘ana asf!” You pleaded.

“Never mind that, what about you and the Captain eh? Ya ‘iilahi, I see the way he looks at you, like a starving man looks at a meal…”

“Farah! Asimat!” You could feel your face flushing.

She tied a bobble around the braid a cocky look on her face. You both eyed each other, before bursting out laughing the sound echoed across the campsite and off into the distance.

For a few minutes the two of you weren’t soldiers in the night, but just two girls braiding each others hair and laughing about boys at a sleepover.

***********

You lay in your tent listening to the sounds of the desert, the distance chirps and hoots.

Just as your mind was finally drifting off you felt the air shift, turning your head slowly you watched the zip of the tent door curl down to reveal the pitch black night, the warm breeze blowing in as a dark silhouette moved closer inside. You knew instantly who it was the air bringing in the smell of dampened fire and cigar smoke.

You blinked a few times trying to make out where the nighttime visitors face was.

“You awake kid?”

“Yeh…I’am now”

“Mind if I join you?”

“Don’t think you’ll fit”

“I will…move over”

“Move over where? It’s a 1 man tent”

“Good thing I’m just 1 man then eh?”

“….”

“Just move over” a growl more than a whisper now.

“Someone’s gonna see you, I thought you said we have to wait till we get back home? You fully lectured me about it?”

“I know what I said…just move over”

You did as you were told, moving on to your side allowing your Captain to slide in next to you. It was a tight fit as he zipped the panel shut behind him, you could feel the air trapped inside get heavy.

“Come ere” Price pulled you into him, you threw your leg over his waist.

“Oh I’ve missed this…can’t wait to get back to mine, don’t plan on letting you leave the bed let alone the bedroom” He let out a little chuckle as he kissed the top of your head.

“I know it’s not the same….but I’ve wanted to be close with you like this since we arrived Kid, it’s been driving me insane…”

“I’m more than happy with this, I’ve missed you too Boss”

You stretched your body out over his, your hands finding their place to settle.

He was in his joggers and a T-shirt, he must of walked the distance from his tent to yours in his socks you could feel the tiny grains of sand against your legs. You tried to pull them off his feet with your own.

“What are you doing? You’re not taking another pair of my socks!”

“No you’ve got sand on them, take them off”

You felt a little rumble of a laugh come from his chest.

“If you want me to take my kit off all you have to do is ask love”

“Shut up! You’ve got sand all in my sleeping bag take them off now!”

“Oh using your big girl voice are we? Hmm I like it” He pulled you on top of him your body sliding over him with ease, legs either side. You tried to sit up but your back was pressed back down by the roof of the tent.

“John what the…”

He cut you off his hands pulling you down into him, his mouth finding yours in the dark. His kiss was hungry and needy, it had been a few days since he’d been able to show any real affection towards you. You had made do with the odd pat on the shoulder, his hand lingering a minute longer than needed, standing just that little bit closer during briefs, his legs looped with yours in the back of cramped vans and trucks.

You allowed him to devour you in the darkness.

Lifting your hips slightly Price pushed his joggers down just enough to pull his cock out and rest it on your underwear. You instinctively rolled your hips back into him feeling the sturdiness of his erection as it pushed against you.

You felt his hand pull roughly at your underwear, he wanted them off but knew there wasn’t the room or the time so pulled to the side would have to do. His fingers brushed against your folds as he pull the fabric away. Without needing to be told you eased the tip of him inside you savouring the feeling as you pushed through, you could hear the little grunts of frustration and swore there was a whimper or two as you sank yourself down taking him down to the base. It was a snug fit.

“Fuckin ell” he whispered as you slowing rocked your hips back and forth your chest pressed to his. A pathetic whine left your own body. You desperately wanted to sit up, wanted to feel his hands roam up your body, to cup your breasts, you wanted to see his face, see the same desperation in his eyes, to watch as his teeth clenched and gritted together as you rode him, but there was no room for fancy moves or position changes, this was it packed in tight, close quarters.

You tucked yourself in under his chin your head slightly tilted, Price held you close to him as you slowly picked up the pace, his other hand firmly on your backside rocking you back and forth grinding your clit on his pubic bone.

The thought of being heard or even caught made you want to be that little bit louder, just a few feet away your entire squad slept it made your system flood with adrenaline.

As if he had read your mind, Price gripped your backside tighter. You let out a moan.

“Need you to stay quiet love, can’t have you waking the whole camp up now can we…what would they say if they caught us like this eh? I promise you can be as loud as you want when we get back home…” he mumbled as he pressed his lips to your forehead.

You couldn’t take it, you pushed yourself up rolling your hips faster and faster. The roof of the tent rubbing against your back.

The air inside the tent was heavy and damp with condensation, but you didn’t care your bodies were buzzing, you could feel it right there building inside of you both. Each craving for this closeness, this connection for days.

Price placed his hand on the side of your neck. He was close, but you were closer and he knew it your body gave you away.

“That’s it….cum for me love…aww…good girl…that’s its…” he gripped your neck that bit tighter your moans came out ragged and broken from trying to stay quiet, but even though you were coming undone you couldn’t stop your hips from rocking back and forth your body wanted more your insides pulsed and fluttered around him, begging to come again.

Price couldn’t hold out any longer and began desperately bucking his hips up into you, cursing between gritted teeth with each thrust. The sticky wet noises filling the tent, someone would definitely be able to hear, the rush of being caught surged through your body again making your hips match the speed of Price’s thrusts. This caused you both to fall apart very quickly. You buried your head in his neck to stifle your cries.

“Fuckkkkkk…” Prices groaned as he came inside you, his thrusts slowing as he became more sensitive.

You both lay there trying to catch your breath, your bodies pulsing as your heartbeats tried to regulate. Once the blood had stopped rushing in your ears you tried to listen for any movement outside the tent, hushed voices or footsteps, but all you could hear were the distant hoots and howls of the night.

“Think we’re good…” Price kissed your temple as he slowly unzipped one of the panels to let some air in.

*************

You woke up at 6:00 alone having no idea when Price had left you, but you felt his socks at the bottom of sleeping bag pulling them on you sorted yourself out and grabbed your toiletries bag, the makeshift showers weren’t too bad and you definitely needed one.

As you unzipped your tent you were met with the familiar sleepy faces of your squad. Soap half hanging out of his tent with a brew talking to Gaz, his Mohawk fluffy and sticking out in all directions. The pair of them clocked you and grinned. Your heart sunk. They had heard you last night, but before you could speak or plead your case Ghost and Price walked over to the huddle of tents.

“Morning kid…want a swig of this?” He handed you his cup of coffee you took it looking him dead in the eye.

“Can we have a word…in private?” You whispered. His face changed a serious look on his face. He nodded guiding you away from the others.

“What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong? I think Gaz and Soap heard us last night they were talking this morning and gave me this look…I don’t know but they know something” you held the cup of coffee tight.

Price smiled resting his hand on your shoulder he leant forward so he was eye level with you. You wanted to slap the beard right of his face.

“We weren’t the only ones at it last night kid, have you noticed anyone missing this morning?”

A wave of relief washed over you, thank god!

“So if it’s not us they heard who was it?….” It only took a spilt second to realise who was missing.

“oh my god….Farah and Alex!” You spilt half the coffee onto Prices boots as you whipped round to look back at the camp.

“Correct…and Soap said they were pretty loud so even if we had been heard everyone thinks it’s them” Price chuckled as he took back his coffee.

Just as you turned back to Price you heard cheering and whistles, Alex had crawled out of Farah’s tent, bed headed and shirtless a weak smile on his face. Soap slapped him on the back offering him a coffee, close behind Farah appeared looking more triumphant than anything as she light up a cigarette. She waved at you and the Captain.

“She’s ballsy that one” you smiled back at her as Price lifted his coffee mug up at her in salute.

***********

A few days later you get a text from Gaz

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krossan · 1 year

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So here is the THING...

People often wonder why Dan is my favorite character and the “built-in-character” I often create for him. Most of these questions came after one of my favorite mini-story-panel of Phantom grieving his sister’s grave. I’m refering to this one:

Comments like “why Phantom SHOULD be grieving his sister if he was the one who killed them in the first place?” Well, for this essay, I hope I can change your perception and mind of what truly happen but SPOILER: HE WASN’T THE ONE WHO KILLED THEM. What a shocker. Why I came up with that conclusion, you ask? Let’s dive in with some information given to us in the show and how MADDENING stories that involve time-traveling are.

For starters, I HATE TIME-TRAVEL. I feel like tiime travel is like a simple excuse to misdirect the reader into thinking “Oh, that happened so I shouldn’t think much from that.” TUE is backed up from that which is infuriating to me and how the episode developed itself doesn’t make too much sense. I’m going to leave a quote mention on the DP wikia of exaclty what im talking about:

THIS right here is one of the MOST MEGA FLAW of the show itself. Yes. We know the events that led to Dark Danny was Danny cheating on the C.A.T. and then the NB explosion happen. But DAN DIDN’T CAUSE THE EXPLOSION! Dan didn’t trap his family just to blew up. Dan was out of the equation!

Erase from your minds the fact that Dan was involved on Danny’s timeline for a second and rewind things a bit. It is impossible for Dan to caused that because DAN DID NOT EXIST YET. The events were just about to unfold. For us to follow Dan’s timeline, Danny had NEVER talked to VLAD abt it. He NEVER had any sort of GUIDANCE to prove that he cheating on the C.A.T. was the thing that caused all of it. As the quoted statement of the DP wikia says: maybe what transpire in the Nasty Burger was a COMPLETELY different event that let to one of the boilers to blow. What if- this particular event- maybe the observants send someone else to put a stop to Danny (this also bringing the fact why Clockwork-in a way-is mad at them and you can feel this hatred towards them. And of course as stated by himself, the observants can only see one outcome while Clockwork can see variables.) Now, imagine the loss Danny may have felt after that unprecedented explosion. He had nowhere to go... and so the rest of Dan’s story begins. The only reason why Dan traveled back in time was because he knew this “Danny” from this alternate timeline had guidance from Clockwork. He new that if he cheated, a catastrophy would occur and he would do ANYTHING to prevent it... that was the GUIDANCE Dan NEVER HAD. HE HAD TO WITNESS HIS LOVED ONES DIE.

DAN NEVER HAD THAT “SECOND CHANCE” CLOCKWORK GAVE TO DANNY. OF COURSE DAN WILL BE BLOODY MAD ABT IT. -“I LOST MY FAMILY SO YOU MUST SUFFER THE SAME WAY”

But the overall ending of the episode feels stupid. Like after Danny speaking to Vlad and Clockwork and HE HIMSELF witnessing what was the cause for his family to die... Even if Dan succeded (which may I remind you Dan DID win but Clockwork had to interviene/cheat)

WHY WOULD DANNY GO BACK TO VLAD, GET RID OF HIS HUMANITY... AND BOOM! Have yourself another Dan.

The reasonable explanation to this is, again the OUTCOME.

What if on this case, if everyhing happened the way it was Danny now wanted his ghost to be removed because of the potential risks Phantom had.

He may have became Dark Danny but maybe a different one. One different from the one we all know.

This is my ranting of putting myself on Dan’s shoes for a moment. I hate time traveling episodes just so that they can just “go with it and make a mess out of the story but hey... it’s a cartoon, kids are not going to question anything”. You probably say that I’m overthinking this whole situation but I was once a writer and it is too frustating to me this type of subjects are just not fully solved.

Now with all this, Can you look at the panels and its meaning the same way now? Can you look at Dan the same way?

#danny phantom #dark danny #dan phantom

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barblaz-arts · 6 months

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The Meet the Robinson AU also makes Enid waiting for Wednesday to even want a child that much more agonizing cause now she KNOWS they have one and she KNOWS Wednesday adores the kid and she really just wants to hold them already!

It can also explain one reason why Enid is so very attached to Vega. She had to wait so long to meet them again it gave her so much time to think about her and their family...

Yes! I hope you dont mind me rambling, but another thing worth noting is how much this recontextilualizes Enid for Vega

At this point, Vega and Mom!Enid have already grown distant because of the changes Vega is going thru as a person and the whole boarding school life style Nevermore have going on. (Although these events aren't canon to the main storyline, the distance between Enid and Vega as a teenager very much is)

So in this moment where Mom!Enid admits this, Vega realizes just how much her mother has longed for her, for more than one period of her life. Enid will always miss her no matter what

So fun fact! When I drew this in the second part, I'd envisioned their goodbye to be a little different: Enid recalls telling that Vega should feel free to hug her whenever Vega misses her, but Enid says she will miss Vega instead, so Vega urges her to stop being shy and hug her, saying, "You better make the most of this. Because you won't get to hold me again for about a decade!"

I changed it all so that the final part doesn't end up with like, 15 pages 💀

In the end what we got was the brief confession from adult Enid, which imo still works out in the end. Teen Enid wasn't there to hear it, so Adult Enid didn't know that was part of the loop, but she told Vega all that, because she understood why Vega gave her that parting hug.

There was supposed to be a scene with her hugging Adult Enid too, but yet again, too many pages and panels to draw...

Teen Enid is supposed to be the star of this AU anyway, so just assume that Vega makes more of an effort to spend time with her mom after this 😊

#asks

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undercoverpena · 11 months

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i. say what you want

javier peña x f!reader | chapter one of late night texts

summary: It's the year 2000. Javi is minding his own business on the porch of his pop's ranch when a text from an unknown number vibrates his phone. The only problem is, no one knows he has a phone and no one has his number.

chapter warnings: fluff. romcom vibes. an: i really wanted to write actual 00s text talk, but it broke my brain and made it hard to edit so, forgive me. pls imagine all the cul8r and yw's. massive thank you to @guyfieriii for convincing me to write the idea i hammered on about and holding my hand as i do. wordcount: 2.5k.

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text key: bold is you/reader | italics is javi

Boredom flitters through him, trickling down his bones in the same way a bead of condensation drips down his beer.

His eyes track it, watching it land in the pool on the worn, splintered porch table.

He was tired, drained. Fingers and thumb working his forehead as the other taps an unknown beat against the arm of the chair: a habit, a routine.

Javi didn’t follow his Pop to the television or the tavern. He seated himself out here, taking in the fields—both the new and recently fixed fences that kept the livestock alive and merry.

It hadn’t always been his thing, just more so since he began sleeping a bit better—having found it easier to switch off one night when he sat out here. The day slowly rolled from his shoulders with each brush of the warm breeze, each muscle trying to unknot with a rustle of the trees.

That and it gave him privacy in learning how to use his new phone.

The one bought with the intention of not needing to stand hovered near the kitchen on the landline whenever Steve insisted on checking in on him.

He was the only one with the number—outside of his Pop. The option to hand it to others when he felt like it, he’d been told. Mainly, Javi had strongly suspected it was pandering to an alternative way for Steve to bother him about how happy he was, and how Miami would be good for him for a week or two.

Now someone else had it.

Someone unknown. Who wrote with a speed he couldn’t emulate, watching a reply fly back before he’d even wrapped his head around what was happening. All black letters standing out against green—

Truthfully, if not for how panicked and stressed they had sounded, he would have ignored it. Later, even deleted it (once he’d figured out how).

But, because he couldn’t, it goaded him.

His thumb slid his phone on, staring at it—the small, ridiculous exchange. It torments him in a way that unfurls something with him.

Curiosity, mainly. A need to know more.

Wrapping his fingers, he takes a mouthful of his beer. Continuing to clutch the neck of it, resting it on his knee. Staring at the lit screen on the table, his thumb and index pinching the bridge of his nose, eyes closing—shutting out the way the evening sun waves goodbye to the day.

It’s easy to force himself to forget about the throbbing in his palm from fixing another fence panel—and the simmering prickling after he saw a small boat pass. It’s harder to ignore it.

The phone on the table, the one he lands on as he cracks open his eye, the one he can’t pick up and just see—ask.

It’s always been a problem, his need to close the lid on something. The not knowing pecking in the back of his head all day, if not—had done since he was little, led to him gaining even more invisible scars from Colombia.

But it’s also what had made him good.

Even if, for all his success and accolades, he was alone on a Thursday night. Sat on the porch he’d grown up on—his own father even has plans.

He shouldn’t text. He should delete the number like he was asked to—forget all about the random stranger and their date.

how’d your date go

Truthfully, Javi regrets it the moment he sends it. The moment the sound registers in his ear—sound simmering to nothing before it drenches him.

Bouncing his leg, he coats his throat in more of his beer. Swallowing it back quicker than he’s found, he can even text. Rolling his phone, swirling it between finger and thumb as he stares across the land—listening to the evening sweep over, the cicadas waking up, the rustle of the breeze in the trees.

Why are you texting me? I’m intrigued

He keeps it short. Sweet.

It allows for quickness, pressing send and for his fingers to go back to flexing, needing to tap.

A sudden desperation on the tip of his tongue—nose itching for the scent of burning papers and tobacco leaves. Instead, pressing the button on his phone, seeing if he’s missed a text, or a reply.

Even if he’s been holding it the entire time, knowing he would have felt the vibration through the pads of his fingers down to his wrist.

His stomach slowly slides, uncomfortably dropping to his feet with a thud. Regret washes over, the itch growing more intensely as the hunger for a smoke increases. Wishing he hadn’t given them up a year ago—hadn’t tried to kick the habit to appease his pop. Wishing he hadn’t been able to do so successfully, so he could light one now without feeling culpability.

Mountains of regrets begin to pile all over again. Little ones. Adding up into bigger—

They didn’t show. Happy?

He pauses.

His stomach drops another inch. Happiness is the last thing he feels.

Grabbing the beer from the table as he takes a sip, more graceful—less through a need to busy himself and more for courage. Hand clutching his phone, the green-lit screen standing out as the chirping croon around him.

shit, I’m sorry about that We can stop texting now. What if I said I didn’t want to I’d wonder if you’re bored or lonely.

That makes him smirk. It cuts across his face, paints over the day's aches, the text slicing through the day's misfortune.

Ones such as the stares when he went to the hardware shop—even if he’s been back for a while; the gossip that he could hear in thick whispers on the aisle over—as though they weren’t all used to him being home.

All of it vanishes. All because of a quick-witted text.

can a man who has moved back in with his pops at 30-something years old be both Overachiever that’s what I hear Should tell you, I'm not going to tell you what I’m wearing. Last night was a rarity, not a common occurrence.

He takes another sip, licking his bottom lip, shifting in his chair. His fingers slowly press buttons—but the blinking line swallows them all, thumb hammering to delete.

This should be easy—talking to a woman.

Javi has never usually had this problem. But, then, his tongue has typically said the words his brain has thought up. Now he has to type them, allowing him to linger on them—especially with how slow he is, and how quick you are.

it’s not the underwear that had me coming back to text you, it was you

Oh. So you’re a charmer. Not sure it’s the usual word women call me, but I’ll take it Because you’re bored and lonely.

He snorts, if only to himself.

The stars slowly twinkle, shining above him as he mumbles, “fuck”. Staring out into the nothingness, suddenly feeling not quite as empty as he had done when he first woke.

yeah because I’m bored and fucking lonely, hermosa

I shouldn’t text you.

probably a wise choice

Yet I am.

And I kinda want to.

you like talking to bored and lonely men?

Not usually. But you do seem charming.

it’s a gift

Since we skipped pleasantries and jumped straight into my underwear choice, do you have a name?

I do

Hilarious.

it’s Javi.

Okay, Javi who lives with his dad—how’s your evening?

Is it an appropriate response to a bad day to drink two bottles of wine?

depends on the day

It was real shitty.

then drink away, hermosa. you ok

I will be.

Not because of the wine. Because I’m out of town tomorrow so I don’t have to deal with the person tomorrow.

colleague giving you shit?

I think it may be his life's purpose to make my day as shitty as it can be.

I can relate

Worked with an asshole or two in your time, Javi?

most definitely. one day I may even tell you about one named bill

I look forward to it.

Guess from that comment you don’t mind that we’re still talking?

not even a little bit

is it weird to ask you how your day has gone?

You bored again, charmer?

just taking an interest

It’s fine, hotel food kinda sucks, so I’m tucking into some chips and dip.

they at least good, the chips and dip?

Oh, I only buy the good kind. I don’t cheap out on dip.

I never asked, did you ever find Aish’s number?

Yes. One digit, that was all between you and her.

Also, she finds the entire thing hilarious. Because, of course, she does.

I think if this happened to Steve, I’d find it funny too

Steve your friend or?

wouldnt you like to know

A girl is just trying to make a conversation

he’s a friend from my old job

You see him much?

no. you see Aish much?

Not as much as I’d like. But, more my fault, I travel a lot for work.

I see. what kind of dip you got?

If I tell you, I fear you’d know too much

that a bad thing, hermosa

Well, a girl can’t so easily let you know her weakness, Javi.

He used to hate the rain.

Despised the smell that lingered after a good fall, how it trapped him in or soaked him to his bones if he ran through it.

Now, he finds it pleasant—watching it fall in waves of mist that cools the air and hammers itself into the ground. The sound of the television flutters from the living room to his ear, merging with the tapping of his pencil against the newspaper—his eyes busy fixated on watching the heavens open amongst the ranch. Drenching, washing away bits and pieces it can.

If someone had told him he’d have gotten into crosswords back in Colombia, he’d have thrown the paper at them.

Now though, it was therapeutic. A mystery with no significant risks, no real need to finish it—but he never left it half-done all the same.

Guess who tried to rearrange the date. you told him no, right I told him to fuck off, actually.

Javi laughs.

It escapes quickly, dancing right past his bottom lip—before he mutes it. He clasps his lips around it, swallowing it back before his pop asks him what he finds so funny.

Pushing the newspaper away, the pencil rolls and rolls until it collides with the wall, his fingers circling over the keys, thinking—processing.

Sometimes a response to you comes with ease; others, he finds he thinks more carefully. Each message he wants to be considered, intentional. An ember having ignited in his chest, not sure what it meant—why it was there—but not wanting to give it any reason to have it stuffed out.

as a minimum you deserve someone who tells you they can’t make it on the actual night Charmer. bare minimum, hermosa I know what that word means now, btw. btw? By the way. It’s quicker than repeatedly clicking buttons. I don’t think I asked, what do you do?

Stroking his fingers across the hair above his lip, he pauses.

Biting down on the inside of his mouth, a pang of regret flooded him.

At times, it comes in waves. Washing over him when he thinks of what he used to do, what he’s good at—compared to what he does now.

Biting the inside of his mouth, Javi lifts his eyes to watch a droplet falling down the pane of glass—trailing a path, merging with others until it creates a blow on the sill.

He likes being home—has to remind himself that he does too.

Especially when his muscles ache, new cuts on top of other ones—crosswords and occasional beers being the excitement he now comes to expect.

Sighing, it’s swallowed by the show in the other room and the rain falling heavier—spotting, in the distance, the cows lying down, one by one.

you want to know a lot for saying you wanted me to delete your number btw to answer your question I work on the ranch my family owns A rancher? Good to know you’re good with your hands. That sounded more flirtatious than I meant. I don’t mind. And just so you know, hermosa. I am.

He wipes his thumb across his smile, foot tapping on the wooden floor, staring at the screen.

It's happened before, the edge of flirting. The two of you step towards it before one of you pulls back.

His heart thumps in his chest, fingers flexing on the table—so used to the hue of green now, it’s all he sees when he blinks. The vibration his phone makes registered in his bones, his body trying to convince him he’s felt it as he waits.

It’s cruel. The way seconds turn into minutes.

His phone screen dulls before he relights it.

I don’t even know what to say to that. well are you good with your hands I’m a quicker typer than you, so I think that’s a given.

He smirks, it cuts into his cheeks—shaking his head in disarray as he leans back in the chair. It protests. Practically cringes under the new movement.

Like much of the house, the years have done a number on it. So much of it all the same from when he was growing up—just fixed, repainted, repurposed.

At first, he’d found it hard to be surrounded by it. Almost swallowed by memories—both the good and the bad.

Now, he just thinks it’s paused, frozen in time. Sometimes, a tired mind even lets him believe his Ma could turn the corner, asking him if he’ll bike to get her flour.

I was DEA in Colombia. it’s how I met Steve I can imagine with all of the news coming out of there, that would have been hard. Something like that My first job was in my dad’s tool shop. I wasn’t very good at it.

Rolling his head to rest on his shoulder, he reads your message a few times.

The change in conversation was appreciated, not that he’ll voice it. He briefly wonders if it’s a tactical choice or accidental.

Hoping it’s the former as he takes in each letter, each word—fingers teasing his chin, rereading as he imagines an outline of a person sitting somewhere, curled in. Just like he is.

Maybe staring down, waiting for his reply, like he waits for yours.

A break from the mundane, a pleasantry in a sea of normalcy.

Something he wants to protect—hoping you do too.

How come? Apparently, continuously mixing up tools isn’t good for customers—even if my dad was impressed with our profit increase.

49 down is slither

What’s the clue again?

skeleton section

You do this every day?

I try

yes okay I do

It’s ribcage, Javi.

you hermosa are brilliant

Glad you’ve caught on, charmer.

I think you’re just finding a reason to talk to me, because that one was easy.

I don’t need a crossword to find ways to talk to you

No?

no, there’s lots I don’t know about you

I’m not that interesting. I promise

I doubt that.

Favorite way to start your day?

Wouldn’t you like to know?

an: anyone grinning as much as me...

next chapter ->

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celtic-crossbow · 3 months

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Whumpuary Day 17-18

Prompt: Headache (alt)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

You had not been home long when Daryl came shuffling through the door. He had gone on a run, leaving at the ass-crack of dawn but they were back by early afternoon with two boxes of medical supplies as fruits of their labor. Then he had been helping to move the solar panels and work on the battery hookup with Eugene. You were certain he was thrilled about that.

You knew he hadn’t stopped; hadn’t told anyone he needed a break. It’s just who he was. Help until the job was done. It was a given that he’d be exhausted. You’d let him relax, maybe shower, while you made a quick dinner.

Except… he stumbled after closing the door, the tips of the fingers on his left hand pressed against his temple. He didn’t so much as wave before depositing himself face first onto the couch, long legs hanging over the edge of the cushions. If it wasn’t so out of character for him, you’d find it comical.

“Uh, hi.” You leaned into the room before actually entering. “Rough day?” There was a muffled mhm. “Hungry?” Another muted answer, but this one was mm-mm. God, you wanted to laugh, but that would need to wait until you found out a little more about why your boyfriend came home and immediately attempted to suffocate himself on the living room furniture.

You knelt slowly, rubbing your hand over the warm leather on his back. You were pretty sure the next noise was a sigh.

“Are you okay?” You ventured, probing a little more while leaving space in between questions so as not to irritate the archer. You thought he might have said super and was a bit dry, but it was hard to tell with the thick fabric pressed against his face.

You shifted to properly sit on the floor, moving your hand in random patterns over his back. Maybe if you were patient, he would decide air was a good thing and sit up to enjoy it. You didn’t have anywhere else to be. It took about five minutes for him to very slowly roll his head toward you, expression drawn and eyes squinted. Uh oh. Your Dixon sense was tingling.

“What’s wrong?”

He visibly attempted a scowl but gave up after only a brief effort. “Head.”

Oh, the jokes you could make. Not the time, Y/N.

“Headache.” It wasn’t a question. It was blatantly obvious after he’d given you a clue. Judging from his flushed skin and the tension nearly vibrating over his form, it was a bad one. “Okay, just a second.” Daryl didn’t normally get headaches, so you were unsure how to treat one in a man that never complained and despised feeling weak or vulnerable. As you pulled the shades and closed the curtains, you glanced back at him.

Weak was a fitting word. If a herd plowed through right now, he’d probably thank them when they started to eat him.

With the room sufficiently darkened, you crouched in front of him, brushing his hair away from his eyes with a barely there swipe of your fingertips. “I’m going to go get a few things for you. Just relax here until I get back.”

“S’okay.” He mumbled, his arm falling away from where it had been tucked at his side. He let his hand hit the floor with little care. “Don’ need ta go outta yer way. M’good.”

A tilt of your head and tender smile should have been enough of a response, but just in case it wasn’t. “You know better than that. Sit tight.” You backed away from him in case he was about to offer any other objections but he surrendered and turned his hand with a thumbs up.

You made a list in your head as you shuffled around the house. Pain killers. Tylenol would be okay but you were hoping for one of the stronger ones he’d been given when he’d broken his ribs. He was just as stubborn then so there were probably at least a couple left.

While on your search, you were passing by other things you needed. Washcloths. The small basin that you reserved for cleaning him up when he came home bloody. And eureka! Pills!

You contemplated getting him some comfortable clothes but the less he moved right then, the better. As an afterthought, you toed off your boots, quieting your steps significantly when you descended the stairs. If he noticed you bypassing him to disappear into the kitchen, he didn’t voice it. He’d need a glass of water to take the pills though you were certain he wasn’t beyond swallowing them dry. You filled the basin with cool water as well and strategically balanced your burden while padding back into the living room.

Placing the items on the end table, you leaned down to press the most gentle kiss to the crown of his head. His eyes were closed but you were almost certain he wasn’t asleep.

“Okay, I’m gonna need you to move around for just a minute and then you can stay still as long as you want. Deal?”

“Don’ wanna.” He groaned, reminding you very much of a grumpy toddler. Your hands drifted to his shoulders, pulling up as gingerly as you could to motivate him.

“Come on.” His eyes were squeezed shut, jaw clenched against the throbbing in his skull. Those things were counterproductive when dealing with a headache but if you could get him to take the pills and lie down more comfortably, maybe he’d relax a little. “I got the leftover strong ones so this should start helping pretty quickly.”

“Okay.” He was so quiet and looked so small at that moment. You wanted to wrap him up and hold onto him forever. He held out his palm and you handed over the medication, barely getting the glass in front of him in time for him to swallow with the water.

“Okay, now you get pampered.” You crawled to the far end of the couch next to your supplies and sat, patting your thighs. “Your pillow awaits, handsome.” You were barely able to stifle the giggle when he rolled his eyes before promptly pressing his palm against his forehead with a drawn out whine of ow.

He stayed silent while stretching out on his back, his head resting on your lap. You smiled down at him while one hand dipped cloth into the water and squeezed out the excess.

“You don’t have to do anything. I’ve got you.” You were gentle and careful when lifting his head slightly to place the cool cloth over the back of his neck. He winced at the movement regardless, making you frown. “I’m sorry.”

“S’okay.” He murmured, but you still felt a pang of guilt.

The second cloth now wrung out, you folded it and placed it over his eyes. When he melted deeper into the couch with a sigh, you grinned triumphantly. That part out of the way, you pressed two fingers, gently but firmly, against each of his temples and began massaging the area. You could feel the pulsing there, so too much would not be beneficial. You began to alternate between that and carefully scratching your fingernails over his scalp to stimulate blood flow.

After no more than five minutes, before you even needed to rewet the cloths, he was softly snoring on your lap. Still, you continued, determined to make sure the headache was gone before stopping.

An hour later, you had removed the cloths and stopped massaging. Your fingers carded idly through his hair as he slept. He had turned onto his side and pressed his face into your stomach, not a single line of pain left showing.

Daryl so seldom got to relax that seeing him like that and just being able to take it all in was something you found you wanted to do over and over again. Maybe you’d start being more appreciative of the time you could spend watching him sleep in the moonlight from the bedroom window. You knew that was going to be your new favorite bedtime ritual.

A deep breath drew you from your thoughts and back to him, his eyes fluttering but barely opening.

“Thanks, sunshine.” He whispered against your shirt, back asleep before you could reply.

“Anytime, love. Anytime.”

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#whumpuary2024 #whumpuaryno9 #headache #alt prompt #the walking dead #fic #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #murda writes #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon walking dead #daryl dixon the walking dead #daryl

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tare-anime · 26 days

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SxF Short Mission 12

(Beware of spoilers)

Awwwww this is such a short and cute chapter 🥰🥰

After the bomb that happen at chp 96, a short chapter is expected.

And we do have an inbetween scene of chp. 95.

(Thanks heaven Endo didn't repeat the bomb that was short chapter 11 😅😅😅 no no no.... my heart really cannot take such type of short chapter)

Anyway, I'm so so sooo happy that Endo gave me the crumbs of Mother-Daughter content in this short chapter 😭😭

Anya really choose that dress because she admired her Mama.

(Even her way of thinking is quite litteral, just like her mama 😅😅😅)

That means..... at this panel at chp 95 Anya thinks of Thorn Princess.

My heart......

Thank you Endo... thank youuuu 😭😭😭

And then, Endo drops Father-daughter crumbs, that is Loid teaching Anya to dance

It's so naturally drawn 🤣🤣🤣👏👏 as in it's both cute and we can feel Loid's frustation, and Bond's pain. And the mess that Yor has to clean.

I was thinking that we might have Loid showing Anya how to dance by dancing with Yor, but ugh... I should know that I shouldn't put my hope too high 😅😅🤣🤣

Anyway, look at this proud father face, when Anya said that she won't give up 🥰🥰🥰

Awwwwwwww 💖💖💖

Thank you Endo... thank you for these crumbs 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Also another crumb:

Helloooooowwww????!!! 😱😱😱😱

Hold on a second there, Ma'am!!! Elaboraaatteee!!!

Who was it????? Henry??? Matthew????

I neeeddd answeeeerrr!!!!!

*ahem*

Anyway, 4 more chapters till chp. 100!

I can't wait to see what Endo has prepared for us. 🥰🥰

#spy x family #anya forger #loid forger #yor forger #becky blackbell #bond forger #martha marriott #sxf chapter review #sxf manga spoiler #sxf manga spoilers #spoiler #spoilers

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sillyyuserr · 2 months

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Another mini terukane analysis :P

so we’ve all seen the picture of teru’s hand on akane’s head right? Seen it, loved it, yadayada

but if you actually look into it, this is so cute.

i mean for one, thats his sword hand. From previous panels we’ve seen him use his right hand on his sword. While he is pictured with it in his left, when he actually fights, its in his right (old vs recent)

“what about that being his sword hand” well, if you couldnt tell, theres a literal demon right infront of them, so he must be on high guard right? nope its in his left LMAO

His better/dominant/more skilled hand is in the most gentlest way, comforting akane, rather than fighting the little shit off. Almost saying, he’s more important right now, akane’s comfort is more important than his own safety, reserving his better hand for him, rather than the stupid demon thing

then after he hits it, it shatters to glass, fading away. His face changes to that of a worried expression, and quickly turns around, takes akane by the little of his shirt he has left, and starts dragging him

Clearly doesn’t give him any time to react, seemingly extremely worried ab something. but as the chapter progresses, we see supernaturals fading away such as hanako, and mitsuba. The bells signaling the start of the severance

We can obviously put two and two together and realize teru thought akane was gonna fade away 😭 MANS WAS SO WORRIED

He was happy to leave aoi, defenseless, alone, in a realm he cannot reach, surrounded by countless evil entities, with very little time to save her, while she was clearly extremely unstable, with his only way of knowing if she dissipated or not being a little bell bracelet that he doesn’t even wear

yet he immediately turned around, full on dragged him/gave him ZERO time to get up, rushed him to the clock keepers asap without even time for akane to react or anything. Like gosh dude can you be more obvious.

him being that worried about akane is so interesting to me, because like, why? Shouldnt he hate him for liking his so called “crush” (aoi). Since he’s planning on going back and saving aoi why cant he just get akane when he’s going back for aoi? Why go through the effort? Lets think of a few reasons why

Reason 1. Calling back to when he stopped them from kissing, he mightve realized if he’s alone with her there, they’d sit on the train and bam they’re dead, gone forever.

Reason 2. Maybe he at one point, had the idea of overall just leaving her there. Giving her the bell bracelet as a false sense of hope so he doesn’t seem like a bad person. And if akane’s sent there, he has to get him, and of course they’ll be together there so he’ll have to get aoi aswell. Why he might want to leave aoi? No clue but its an idea that came to mind so i put it down

Reason 3. Maybe he cant do it alone. He’s always been the “i fight alone” type, but when akane’s there he’s never fighting alone. So maybe he doubts his ability to save her by himself, and wants akane by his side throughout the whole thing

Reason 4. Maybe he just cares about him and/or maybe might like him a little more than he should

i wanna write one ab what happened with teru + akane JUST before the severance SO BAD THERES LITERALLY SM I HAVE TO SAY but i lost all motivation and there being too much is both good and bad 😭 (bad as in im too lazy to do it)

#terukane #real #tbhk #aidairo #aoi akane #minamoto teru #analysis

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alllgator-blood · 16 days

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Have you ever wanted to draw something but you fought due to your skill level at the time you decide not to do it

OH ABSOLUTELY, I personally feel like the key to art improvement is trying new things and experimenting often. But the thing about trying new things is that they're typically out of your comfort zone, and often times you're left struggling because you've never had to move your hand in the configuration needed to depict the thing you want? So often times it feels easier to just not do that thing, but you might not improve if you give up when you fight against your own skill level.

I'm wrapping up on a comic and I almost gave up on it because for some reason, I decided "these two should be hunting while this conversation takes place" and I struggled on and off for two days because of my dedication to get this comic out. The payoff to them hunting doesn't even happen til the second page so I really didn't need to do this. I actually have experience with archery but for some reason, I just COULD NOT figure out where to put shamura's arms to make them hold that damn bow.....UNFINISHED COMIC PANELS INCOMING:

Is it perfect? HELL no I think it looks pretty awkward cause I've only been drawing these characters for a few weeks so I'm still getting used to them, and that in combination with drawing them doing action poses after years of drawing slice of life comics is..............not ideal. I'm more used to drawing furries hitting a bong on a garbage covered couch. But that's the thing! I wanna do more fanart for this Violent Video Game, so I need to learn how to draw people holding weapons. If I give up, like half my fanart ideas will never come to fruition, so I think making flawed art is better than making no art at all.

If you're struggling with your art, just absolutely barrel through whatever it is you're struggling with and come back another time in the future to revisit it. Attempt to draw you're struggling with (even if it's like the shittiest worst sketch ever, god knows I have tons of those), save it somewhere, and when you want to give that idea another go, compare the new art to what you did last time. Honestly I wish I tried and failed more than I didn't try at all, I'd have more to show for myself if I took my own advice.

#wip #river rambles #idk how to tag this I hope this is actually helpful to you #ALSO IT'S LIL HEKET SHE HAS A FROGLET TAIL YAYYY

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meiieiri · 7 months

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Something about JJK 236 is bothering me

That fight...was awesome, but it could have gone better.

Other than the fact that I'm currently in mourning over our king's garish demise (don't get me wrong, I do want him to be happy in the afterlife and I'm slowly coming to terms with his death, it's just I can't really process all this yet), I'm still a bit confused how we got here so quickly.

I have countless questions and I know Gege will probably brush this off in the coming chapters and pull yet another meeska-mooska-Mickey Mouse Clubhouse move.

But there is one that lingers in my mind up to this day:

Remember during the Fearsome Womb Arc when Yuji and Sukuna deliberated with each other on the possible resurrection or re-animation of Itadori's body via a deathmatch?

Yeah. We all know Sukuna, the king of all curses, is a master at one-shotting his opponent. Just take a look at what he did to our best rose-colored boy who went from this:

To this, in a split second (lmao):

Yeah, yeah, I've read all the “copium” theories from other Gojo fans such as myself who are kinda on the fence when it comes to accepting Gojo's death as being final or not, but, let me bring this back real quick to the matter at hand.

Sukuna went for the head with Itadori. Of course, maybe he did that to shut him up sure, but what I'm getting at is, the head is the singlemost critical point to hit when it comes to sorcery dogfights.

He knows this.

And he probably knows that Gojo Satoru, the darling of the heavens, the uncontested gem of Jujutsu Society, is a reverse cursed technique user. Pretty obvious thing to catch since Satoru had been using RCT the entire showdown to heal his countless critical wounds.

So, Sukuna, in all his centuries of wreaking havoc on the world, should know that the only way to permanently kill a sorcerer who uses RCT is by targeting the head. There were so many instances in this entire deathmatch that we are completely blown away by Sukuna's prowess and overall mastery of Jujutsu.

Can you imagine the amount of practice he's had over the years with other "greatest sorcerer of their generation"s? He knows the ins and outs of Jujutsu like scripture, which is exactly what kept Gojo Satoru on his backfoot for some parts of their skirmish.

Now, here's the thing that's bothering me:

I liken Sukuna as something like a super computer. All that battle experience is readily available to him like some Jujutsu techniques data bank, not to mention, Mahoraga's adaptation clearly gave him yet another advantage in this fight for the title of the strongest.

He knows Satoru Gojo has been frying his brain using Reverse Cursed Technique this entire time, and he's probably seen his former opponents do the same as well. He knows that the only way to kill them is by dealing a devastating blow to the head via decapitation or complete obliteration of the body.

So, my question now is:

Why did he bother cutting Gojo in this particular manner? Why didn't he go straight for the head, since Mahoraga's adaptation blueprint can now allow Sukuna to cut through reality/space itself and therefore bypass Gojo’s infinity non-selectively?

Arrogance now that he's secured his definitive victory? Or the so-called warrior's high? Why leave room for obvious speculation when it could so easily be crushed into smithereens if he just went for the kill?

It's all very confusing. I'll point back to the time when Sukuna swiftly decapitated Itadori.

And I'm willing to bet that that move was deliberate since at the time, Itadori had already been in Jujutsu High for quite some time and Sukuna must have realized that under the tutelage of Gojo and other sorcerers, he must be learning a thing or two about RCT here and there which may have led him to end the fight quickly hence, the resurrection of Yuji Itadori.

Now before, ya'll attack me, I know what manga panel you're gonna throw at me to deconstruct this entire analysis and dismiss it as "copium". So, I'll put this here:

I know it may look like Gojo's entire head has been blown off at this point seeing the pool of blood he's currently lying on. But why is Gege or the editor making the effort to cover Gojo’s head with the text bubble when, logically speaking (and coldly at that), Gojo should be deader than dead? Which he…in theory based on the afterlife sequence, SHOULD be.

And with that whole North/South thing to cap it all off? Though, I wouldn't dwell on that. The wording in that bit was very vague and I’m not really into the habit of over-reading so hehe~

Anyway.

Could it be there's something else in store for Gojo Satoru? Is something else at play here?

Or is this simply a writer's failsafe, just in case Gege wishes to bring back Gojo Satoru so that he'll have a rational explanation as to how that came to be? No one knows. But I think this wasn't some on-the-fly decision by Gege or the editors.

Gege Akutami - though as a writer myself, I find his current choices for the story to be a little questionable with the many gray areas where plotholes could eventually arise - has been deliberate about this story since the beginning, having already mapped out the fate of Fushiguro Megumi.

This panel, the entire chapter, the circumstances we're now currently witnessing is deliberate. And maybe...we haven't seen the last of Satoru yet.

I'll leave this here for everyone to think about. This is all speculation, after all, so don't be mean about it, Jesus. In the meantime, I'll just admire my husband, Suguru, for now and will probably go back to writing my fics~ 💕

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk 236 #jjk theory #gojo satoru #geto suguru #ryomen sukuna #gojo satoru theory #gojo #gojo satoru x reader #i do hope he’s still alive though #please please let this be the case #jjk #gojo is alive agenda

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crimsonvictory · 2 years

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Killshot

MINORS DNI

word count: 7.7k (THIS TOOK DAYS TO WRITE)

tags: the mandalorian, the mandalorian smut, the mandalorian x reader

warnings: sex pollen, dubious consent, CONSENT IS IMPORTANT, being drugged, oral sex, p in v sex, multiple orgasms

notes: love love love my tin can husband

Prompt(s): “Are you wearing my shirt?”

“I really should keep myself away from you.”

Killshot - Slowed + Reverb : Magdalena Bay (listen during the spicy scene)

The mission was only supposed to take 2 days. That’s what he had told you. The Mandalorian, while not the most vocal person, was considerate enough to let you know the time frames of his hunts. He wasn’t completely heartless. It all depended on the bounty.

This one, in particular, had decided to flee to Ithor, a planet of sacred jungles that prohibited hunting. Smart one, he was. Or so he thought. The Mandalorian always found a loophole.

You were worried. One, because this bounty had been on the run for a while, playing a game of chase with your partner. And two, plans were taking a lot longer than average.

He was getting frustrated, always just a step behind. This caused some tension on The Crest. You kept out of his way, not wanting to upset him further. You had convinced him to take a small break after this particular hunt. It took a lot of coaxing, but he begrudgingly agreed. The Crest needed a lot of groundwork repairs, and food was running low.

A few days off sounded great to you. You had been working non-stop ever since joining the clan of one. That had been over a year ago. You didn’t mind the work, even though it could be a bit frustrating at times. Your boss didn’t speak much, but over time, you got pretty keen on reading his body language. You only spoke when you thought was necessary. He didn’t seem to mind you after the 6-month mark. He had even attempted a chuckle at one of your jokes. You got the job done and stayed out of his way. That’s what he hired you for.

The Mandalorian wasn’t an unkind man, he was just - isolated. He had been his whole life. “This is the Way,” was his answer to your questions. You didn’t pry into his life, and he didn’t pry into yours. The relationship was strictly business (for the most part).

You had always wondered what he looked like. He held himself in a way that was very attractive (you learned this early on in your career). Something about a man hidden from the world and having to show what he needed through his body struck something inside of you. He never needed to make an effort to make himself announced. Your peers would move on their own accord. You felt safe with him, even with the hundreds of eyes staring at the both of you.

His body language gave what he was thinking away. But only someone who spent most of their time with him would be able to discern what he was portraying. The way his shoulders would tense when you were working on the main panel in the cockpit - be careful. A small tilt of the head towards you when asking the locals for information - can you believe these people?

It was a fun little game between the both of you. It had blossomed just a few months ago. Although not much was spoken, his demeanor had changed. You could tell. Your demeanor had changed too. You were beginning to develop feelings for him.

And how could you not? You spent every day for the last year getting to know him. You knew his routine, and he yours. It was awkward at first, running into each other at the fresher, bumping into each other when climbing into the cockpit to answer a holo from Karga. It took some time to get used to each other’s presence.

You enjoyed his company. He was a great listener. You tried not to talk his ear off, but being cooped up for days at a time took its toll on you. As a human, you needed another human contact. You craved it. It was obvious to you that he did too, but he was better at pushing down that need than you were.

Just a few days earlier, he had placed his hand on the small of your back when leading you through the crowd of Morak. Your cheeks had gotten hot, seeing eyes watching you wade through the crowd. He must’ve noticed your heat signature, leaning down to ask, “Is everything okay?”. You had nodded, picking up the pace to try and get to your destination.

You couldn’t keep doing this. You had to tell him how you felt. But you couldn’t do that. He would kick you off of the ship in a heartbeat. So you pushed it down.

Your worry was growing, however. 2 days, that is what he told you the timeframe would be. It had been 4. The Mandalorian was never late.

Day 1.

You had seen him off, waiting by the entry door and telling him goodbye. He was huffier than usual, stressed about the latest bounty. He was addicted to the chase, not giving himself a break to process the events. He had told you he would be back in 2 days and to keep a lookout for him. You would have to leave the planet early to avoid detection of bounty-hunting.

You spent the first day working on some repairs in the cockpit. With the Mandalorian gone, you were able to work on his side of the pit, fixing the chair that had stopped swiveling and replacing some of the knobs for the flight controls that had required maintenance.

It didn’t take you long. Climbing back down the ladder, you sorted and organized the crates resting in the hallway. They had been sitting there since your visit to Tatooine two bounties ago. They were heavy, and you ended up getting super sweaty. You stripped off your top, leaving you in your pants and a breastband.

A few hours later, the crates were put in the correct spots and the hallway was now clear to move through.

You were tired after all of the moving, so you went to bed early after showering. You kept the comm open, awaiting any word from Mando.

Day 2.

You reached out to him, eager for a response. He was supposed to be back today. Radio silence.

You kept the comm close, in case of any word. This day, you spent your time cleaning up your living area and washing any dirty laundry that had accumulated. You were in desperate need of some clean clothes, down to a breastband and a pair of thin shorts. On your next stop, you reminded yourself to get some new clothes with your credits.

After your clothes were in the wash, you padded across the hallway to Mando’s quarters. You had never been inside and didn’t want to pry, but you thought it would be a nice gesture to wash his underclothes for him.

His room was not locked, so you stepped inside, searching for his laundry basket. The smell of him filled your nostrils, mahogany and black vanilla, with just a hit of gunpowder. Your heart clenched. You missed him.

You made haste of finding his laundry hamper and quickly stepped out of the room, shutting it behind you. You were blushing, why did he have such an effect on you?

After transferring your clothes to the dryer, you placed his inside, keeping one shirt in particular out of the wash. He had worn it the other day under his armor, so it wasn’t particularly dirty. It smelled of him. You kept it close, eventually putting it on after your shower that evening. It made you feel safe.

That evening, you reached out again to him.

“Mando? Can you hear me? Are you nearby?”

Silence.

Again.

You tried again.

Nothing.

He didn’t give you a specific time, but the sun was going down. You opened the door to the Crest, sitting on the edge of the ramp, watching the sun go down.

Once it was dark out, you stayed until the early hours of the morning, trying the comm in 30-minute increments. You got nothing.

You didn’t sleep much that night.

Day 3

You were getting antsy. At first light, you climbed on top of the Crest. It was a rather cool day despite residing on a jungle planet. You brought your binoculars and a blanket to spread across the top. You watched for him all day, unable to move from your spot.

It was only when it started to storm that you were forced to go back inside. You were clueless about what to do. Your anxiety was so bad that you ended up being sick, and stayed in the bathroom fresher for about an hour. When you cleaned up, you put Mando’s shirt back on, got a glass of water, and returned to your room.

Day 4

You had made a routine, waking up, reaching out, and then trying to go about your day. You had decided to work on ground repairs early, keeping a lookout while maintaining the cooling panels on the outside of the ship. You were jumpy, looking wildly at any noise that came your way.

It was a hard decision, but you ended up venturing out into the city, as you were low on resources. You had made sure to keep a lookout for anyone (particularly a shiny one) in the jungle, and also kept your face covered.

Upon arriving at the markets, the smells of fresh produce and warm pastries overcame you. You were so hungry, and a purple plum-shaped fruit looked very inviting. You made your way over, eyeing the delicacy.

“Care to try one?” the vendor asked nicely.

“Uhm, yes please,” you replied quietly.

She handed you a sample of fruit to try, it had been diced and placed in a small bowl. You brought a piece up to your mouth, slipping your hand under your face covering.

The juices from the fruit exploded on your taste buds. It was the perfect mixture of sweetness and tartness. Your mouth puckered at the flavor. The sharp taste of the juice lingered even after you had swallowed it, making you want another bite. It mellowed after a moment or two. The vendor chuckled at your reaction.

“Delicious, no?” you nodded your head, exchanging credits for two whole fruits.

One for you. One for Mando. You hoped he would be returning soon. You thanked the nice vendor and asked for directions for some other items you were looking for. She was kind enough to explain the details of each stall to you. You gave her a tip for your troubles.

While the market was small, it was full of trinkets. Many that you wanted to take home with you, but decided against it. You did, however, grab a few puffed pastries and some decadent cheeses to take back to the Crest.

You were hoping it would tide you over until your next stop. If your partner ever decided to return. Time passed quickly in the market and you were glad that it took your mind off of the slow rising dread in your stomach. You finished your shopping and made your way back to the Crest.

After placing your bought items in the small pantry space, you decided to wait for him. Hoping today would be the day that he would be back. You were very tired, staying up late and waking up early to watch for him. You repeated what you had done the day before, stretching a blanket out on the ramp of the Crest and watching for any sign of the Mandalorian. The sound of the rain was comforting, and after curling up in your blanket, you fell asleep.

A loud yell awoke you from your slumber. You were disoriented, vision blurring before trying to focus itself as you sat upright. You scrambled to get up on your feet, grabbing your blanket and trying to hit the lever on the ramp door. You should have never fallen asleep with the door open.

How long had you been asleep?

A yell and another crash came from a distance. It was hard to see with the downpour of rain. The sun was also beginning to set, twilight approaching within the hour. You thought you caught a glimpse of silver. No.

Wait.

Yes. YES!

It was The Mandalorian, and he was making his way through the small clearing. The bounty was hogtied behind him, forced to be drug across the jungle floor. He was fighting with every step your partner took, making his job even harder.

“Mando!” you exclaimed, excited to see him.

His helmet shot up at your words and he readjusted his grip on the rope and yanked the bounty up and over his shoulder. He was alive. Always found a loophole.

You smiled as he neared, relieved that he was okay.

As he began walking up the ramp, you noticed he was heaving. Mando usually never had trouble carrying a bounty in, especially one of this size.

You outstretched a hand, worried. “Mando?” you questioned.

He recoiled from you, almost nearly pushing you out of the way as he made his way to the bounty chamber.

Your brows furrowed in confusion. Did he just -?

You padded after him, a bit wary.

“Mando what the-,” he cut you off.

“Stay away from me,” he rasped, holding a hand out.

“Stay away- What do you mean? You’ve been away for four days!” you cried out.

“Stay away from me,” he repeated. “Something’s not right.”

You stepped back to take a look at him. He was trembling. You couldn’t depict from what though. His body heat was radiating within the small room.

He turned away from you, fumbling with the buttons on the carbonizing chamber.

“Mando, you’re burning up,” you said. Reaching a hand out to hover over an open space between his beskar.

He waved you off. “I’m fine.” He was breathing heavily, tightening his grip on the bounty and punching in the code for the chamber.

“Let me help you at least,” you mentioned, stepping forwards.

His hand raised again, almost in fear. “NO.”

You flinched at his words, taking a horrifying step backward.

“Please,” he begged. “Get us ready to depart.” you took one final look at him before huffing and making your way to the cockpit.

You could hear him crashing about downstairs, throwing the bounty within the freezing chamber, slamming the heavy, metal door shut, and the sounds of armor being yanked and tossed carelessly on the floor. The coordinates had been put in the system, awaiting your approval of the button. Your hands were shaking, hovering above the command.

You didn’t press it quite yet, stepping back down to check on the situation.

It had suddenly gotten quiet and you had no sight of him. Also, most of the lights had been shut off, leaving the Crest feeling very off.

“Mando?” you called out quietly, creeping down the darkened hallway of the Crest.

Each hallway had a small emergency light. You watched your shadow grow and shrink as you tiptoed down the hallway. You kept your head on a swivel, listening for your partner.

No response.

“M-Mando?” you cleared your throat. “I, uh, I don’t what’s wrong with you. I mean- there’s nothing wrong with you I just -”, you rambled, still searching.

“Spit it out, already,” he grouched, the sound of his voice turning your viewpoint in a circle.

You began to walk back the way you came, still searching blindly in the dark. Where was he coming from?

The fresher door to your right was yanked open abruptly, causing you to stumble backward. Your heart lurched and your hand immediately flew up to your chest.

You hadn’t even thought to check the fresher. The lights weren’t even on. What the hell was he doing in there?

“You’re gonna have to tie me up,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“Ex-Excuse me?” you asked, incredulous. His words took you completely off guard.

You took yet another step backward, eyes scanning his form. He seemed normal, aside from the verbiage spilling out of his mouth. It was hard to see him in the shadows, though.

He shifted to the side, casting a small glow from behind him. The light illuminated his figure like a halo. You also noticed that his gloves were missing. Immediately, you fixated on his hands.

It was the first time you had ever seen his skin. He was tanned, despite never showing his body to the sun. His hands were large, with long, thick fingers flexing by his sides.

Oh, Maker.

“You heard me. I really should keep myself away from you,” he said, voice dropping a hint.

Your mouth fell open of its own accord. Something was seriously, seriously wrong. Your partner never spoke to you like this.

“Maker, I can’t do that-” you began. “Did you hit your head or something? What is going on?” you asked, keeping your distance.

He took a step towards you, speaking matter-of-factly for the second time.

“Do I have to repeat myself? Are you listening to me?”

You felt heat travel to the tips of your ears. You tried forming a sentence, but your brain was too confused to form even a sound.

“What can I even-” he pushed past you, digging through the pile of armor, and held up his cuffs.

You don’t know how he was even able to see very well in the dark. Then you remembered, that his helmet was more of an aid than a hindrance.

“These, are magnetized. They’ll attach to any wall on the ship. Let’s pick one before it progresses.”

You quickly made haste of finding a place for him. After negotiating with him to turn the lights back on so you could see. Your brain was trying to fill in the pieces of the puzzle that you desperately needed. There was no given clue as to what was going on. But that sense of dread was filling up in your stomach again. You tried to make things comfortable but he shut that down quickly.

“We don’t have time for that,” he chastised.

He sat with his back against the wall, sans armor except for his helmet. His body temperature was rising again and he was beginning to sweat. You tried your best to make him comfortable, placing his arms out to the side to relieve them. No matter what position, it wasn’t going to be comfortable. You had to accept that.

You sat back on your heels, scanning his visor. His chest was starting to heave again, and you wanted so badly to help. You were lost, feeling defeated.

“I’ll be fine,” he said, tilting his head back, voice a bit breathy. “Start the course.”

You ignored him, asking him if he was hungry instead. It was a bit of a silly question, but you figured a distraction may help. He denied your request.

“Mando, when was the last time you have eaten?” you pressed.

He remained as stoic as the given situation would let him. That answered your question. You made a disapproving sound and made your way to the small kitchen, washing and dicing the fruit that you had enjoyed earlier.

Making your way back to the hallway, you sat down in front of him with the bowl of fruit. His head tilted in your direction, watching you cautiously.

“What is that?” he rasped, a bit hesitant.

“Some fruit I picked up in the market today,” you concluded.

He sighed, frustrated.

“Mando, I was running out of food. It wasn’t like I wanted to go out without you,” you explained, watching for any signs in his body language.

He remained mostly the same, shifting a bit to try and get comfortable. You watched him, trying not to make obvious eye contact. You figured he had to be hungry. But, with the situation at hand, you realized he couldn’t feed himself.

You blushed, gripping the bowl of fruit.

“I uh, just realized that-“ you started.

“Feed them to me,” he said lowly, picking up on the dilemma you were facing.

Your eyes shot up to his visor, searching for anything. It’s not like you could read his facial cues, but his body seemed relaxed, inviting.

“Your helmet-“

“It can stay on, just reach your fingers under here,” he breathed.

That warm feeling in your lower stomach ignited. This was very intimate. The Mandalorian guarded his anonymity because it was the decision of life or death, of his religion, his whole framework of what made him who he was.

“I dunno if I should,” you said.

His visor found your eyes and he situated himself again, just beckoning you to come closer. He was hypnotizing, and your fantasy of being close to him was coming true. You internally told yourself that you would keep a level head and if things got dodgy, you would immediately stop things.

You slowly crawled forwards, situating yourself between his legs, yet still keeping a bit of distance between you and him. Grabbing a piece of fruit with shaky fingers, you guided it up to his helmet, slipping them underneath the open space above his chin.

It took a moment but you found his mouth, gently pressing the fruit to his lips. As soon as he took the fruit, you yanked your hand away, cheeks burning.

He hummed at the taste, a sign that it was good.

“Isn’t it good?” you questioned, grabbing another piece and guiding it to his mouth again.

He took the fruit once more, nodding his head. He was watching you, almost in a predatory gaze. The gap closed a bit between you, and you could feel the warmth radiating off of his body. He was alluring - drawing you in closer. Your breath caught in your throat. You reached for another piece of fruit, pressing it to his lips.

They were plump and soft. You tried not to linger, but it was inevitable. This time, when he took the fruit into his mouth, he took your two fingers as well, sucking the juice from them.

He groaned softly and your cheeks went ablaze. His tongue gently swirled around your digits, claiming every last drop from the fruit. He released them once he was certain the juice was gone.

Your fingers were stained from the fruit, but you didn’t mind. Your lips parted slightly, eager to have him repeat what he just did.

“Careful,” he chided. You were embarrassed and pulled back a bit.

You had to clear your head. What were you doing? This was your boss, for crying out loud. You leaned back, clearing your throat and remembering the situation at hand.

“Mando, earlier you wanted me to stay away from you. What’s going on?” you asked.

“Feed me another piece of fruit and I’ll tell you,” he replied.

You kept your distance this time, slipping a piece of fruit between his lips. His tongue gently caressed the pads of your fingers, licking the juice away.

“Dart of some kind. The bounty got the upper hand for a moment and got in between my beskar. I should be fine. It’ll take a few hours to wear off,” he explained.

Your eyebrows raised with worry. “You don’t know what kind of dart?” he shook his head.

“I could do some research-“ you offered.

“No, I’ll be fine,” he pressed out.

You watched his chest begin to rise and fall like his breath was laboring. You raised another piece of fruit to his lips, pushing it past them and allowing him to savor the taste.

He groaned again and tilted his head back, helmet thunking against the hull wall. His body language was starting to change, heat radiating off of him.

It felt like you were close to a furnace. He had begun to tremble again.

“Mando, I really think we should do some research on this thing.”

“I already know what it is,” he murmured, sounding a bit defeated.

It was yet again your turn to be confused. You watched him, shaking your head as an indicator of confusion.

“A-Aphrodisiac.” he stuttered out, turning his line of sight as far from you as he could. “Get the course started, we need to get out of here.”

You could only stare, mouth falling open. An aphrodisiac was something that you had heard little of, but you knew the basics. Some had gone severely ill in the mental department from lack of treatment.

“Go up to the cockpit and get. us. out.” he pressed, shifting against his restraints.

Clueless about what do to, you felt bad leaving him, but you stood up to make your way to the cockpit. You took one look at him before leaving, and he was trembling - fighting the agents of the dart.

You made your way up the ladder and sat down in the pilot’s seat. Your hands kept shaking. Nerves. Once you took a few deep breaths, you pressed the button to okay your destination. The next process was to get autopilot online.

You couldn’t get your thoughts straight. Your employer is spread out on the floor just below you. Almost nearly naked. He never was without his armor. It was his security blanket. And the fact that the only piece he had on was his helmet had you thinking…

Focus.

Pressing the according buttons to fire up the autopilot feature, you went through the timely process and soon began to feel the ship rise into the atmosphere.

You also took the time to research the background of aphrodisiacs, skimming through the length process and some side effects. The bad news was that it differed with each agent. An increase in body temperature and muscle trembling were two of the symptoms.

Once you made your way back down to the hull, you noticed a clear change in Mando’s demeanor. He wasn’t trembling anymore, he was relaxed, leaning against the hill wall. Resembling a lothcat in the sun. The bowl of fruit was long forgotten. That was until his eye caught sight of you.

“Hey, pretty thing,” he cooed, getting your attention.

Your head whipped around, almost giving yourself whiplash at his words.

“Mando?” you whispered, keeping your distance.

“I feel a lot better since you left. Almost back to normal. I think I’m okay to be released now,” he purred, relaxing even further against the wall.

“I don’t think-” you started.

“Oh, but I am. I am pretty thing. You should let me go,” he was selling himself, and it was almost working.

No, that couldn’t be right. There were stages to these aphrodisiacs. And everyone was different. You didn’t know the full progress, but with brief scannings, you saw that the drug would plateau before peaking again.

“No, Mando, I can’t do that,” you stated.

“Please,” he whined. “I’ll be good. I can make you feel good. Don’t you want that, little bird?”

Your stomach fluttered at his words. This wasn’t Mando. This was something, no someone else.

“Look at me,” he commanded. You obliged.

He spread his legs wide, just beckoning you to come closer.

“Come sit on my lap, little bird. Feel how much I want you.” he thrust his hips upwards.

Oh.

“Mando, I-.” you shook your head. “I can’t- I can’t do this. You’re not in the right mind.”

He whined. “I’ll be good. I promise.” Mando tugged at the restraints.

You could not, in whatever good morals the Maker set, do this. But there was a nagging notion in the back of your mind. You could help him.

He was struggling against the restraints, getting frustrated that he couldn’t free himself.

“Let me go!” he yelled, straining himself against the handcuffs.

You watched the muscles in his upper arms ripple, making the metal groan with force. The Mandalorian was breathing heavily with the effort, trying to sit upright to gain his footing.

He was going to get out.

You had to stop him.

“Mando,” you called out, distracting him for a moment. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

The Mandalorian huffed, relaxing as you slowly made your way over to him. You picked up the bowl of forgotten fruit. There were a few pieces left.

“Relax and I’ll feed you the rest of this fruit,” you whispered, wary of what he was going to do next.

He reacted immediately, listening to your command and relaxing back into the wall to the best of his ability. You closed a bit of distance, hesitantly reaching a piece of fruit under his helmet yet again.

He wasn’t gentle like last time, snatching the fruit and your fingers into his mouth like he was starved. A low groan rumbled past your fingers as his tongue swirled around them. When he released them, you could feel his lips twitch up into a smile.

“Mmm…tastes good,” he complimented.

Your cheeks burned once more.

“Come closer, I won’t hurt you, little one,” he murmured, lulling you into a false sense of security.

You knew it was wrong, but you couldn’t help yourself. It was like you were in a trance, unable to pull yourself away from him. He was enchanting, and the contact that you craved was finally being fulfilled.

There were two pieces of fruit left. You grabbed one and fed him again. It was addicting to hear the sounds you were pulling from him.

“Release me,” he murmured, tugging on his restraints. “I want to touch you.”

You knew this was too good to be true. He could sense your apprehension.

“Don’t you want this? I see the way you look at me, little one,” he drawls.

His voice makes you melt. You look at his visor, trying to find where you think his eyes would be. You begged the Maker above to forgive you.

You released one restraint. It was a mistake.

His arm quickly wraps around your side, tugging you forwards. You yelp, throwing a hand up to land on his chest to steady yourself. It took you by surprise.

You notice he’s breathing heavily again, his body arching up to meet yours. Any contact he can get. Desperate.

“Come sit on my lap, pretty girl. Let me look at you,” he coos, tugging at you again to get you as close as possible.

You already know your face is on fire. He chuckles, running his fingers across your ribs.

“Are you wearing my shirt?” he quips, spreading his fingers across your side.

His line of sight hasn’t left your side, watching his own hand stroke up and down over the downy undershirt of his you are wearing.

“I uh, missed you,” you blurt out, looking down.

How. Embarrassing.

His thumb and forefinger lift your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with his visor. The Mandalorian pets your chin with his thumb, tutting softly.

You shift awkwardly in his lap, feeling his want for you. He groans, pressing his hips upwards against your core.

A gasp escapes you and you bite your lip, attempting to be quiet.

“Don’t be quiet, let it out. Be a good girl for me,” he murmurs.

A flood of heat rushes to your core, and your panties are wet. Where was this side of him coming from?

“Mando- I-,” you choke out, wanting so badly to touch him, but afraid of his reaction.

“I know,” he coos, “I know, I’ll make you feel better.”

This was the wordiest exchange between you and your partner. You weren’t complaining. You lay a hand on his chest, sliding it upwards to rest at the nape of his neck.

He keens, leaning into your touch. You decide to be brave, pulling his shirt down and exposing more of his neck.

His skin is beautiful, spattered with a galaxy of moles and freckles. You lean forward, placing your lips hesitantly against his skin. He’s burning up and nearly begins to writhe when your lips come in contact with his bare skin.

Sweat has pooled in the dip of his collarbone. Something feral washes over you and you dip your tongue down before licking a stripe up his neck. The noise that comes from him is absolutely pathetic.

You feed off of it, wanting to hear it again. You bite down in the crease of his neck, feeling his hips jolt upwards at the sensation. He whines again. There it is.

“F-Fuck,” he stutters out, tipping his head back as far as the restraints allow.

He’s fighting the restraints, pulling against the one holding him away from you. The aphrodisiac is firing up quickly, aided by your physical touch.

“I want to kiss you-,” you whisper into his neck, placing kisses in between words.

“Kiss me then,” he replies, almost slurring his words.

The code. You couldn’t.

“I can't.” you remind him.

He lets out a frustrated sound, pulling against the restraint again. He shifts his weight, almost pushing you off of him before standing up.

“What are you-“ you yelp, looking up at him.

“Getting rid of this fucking-,” he pauses, pulling the magnetized restraint off of the wall and disabling it.

He turns away from you, disappearing down the hallway. You sit there confused, especially when the hull is immediately engulfed in darkness. Searching frantically, you startle when you feel a pair of hands on you.

He shushes you, pulling you close to him. You relax instantly, placing a hand back on his chest again. A hydraulic hiss and a loud metal clanging on the floor. startles you once more.

Oh, Maker.

You reach up quickly, placing your hands on his face. You nearly moan at the thought. A man on his knees for you, breaking his personal beliefs to kiss you.

Your hands trace his face, taking in every detail to memory that you can. He has a strong, aquiline nose, and from what else you can feel- a mustache. His brows feel prominent, and his lips- oh his lips. Plush, how you had felt them earlier.

“You- you feel, very handsome. Like I imagined,” you comment, barely above a whisper.

You are on your knees, almost touching the man before you. He slides a hand up your back, spreading his fingers around the base of your neck and pulling backward. This action exposes your neck and pulls a gasp from your throat.

He shifts then, leaning over you and placing hot, wet kisses against your skin.

You mewl.

“Like you imagined, hm?” he chuckled, continuing the devotion on your neck.

You sigh, wrapping your fingers around his bicep. The muscle flexes underneath your touch. His other hand slides lazily down your torso, eventually stopping at the hem of your (his) shirt and tugging it upwards.

The air in the Crest has become cool due to the drifting in space. Goosebumps scatter across your skin and you move closer to him, leeching the warmth from his body. His shirt is thrown over your head and to the floor.

He readjusts his grip on you, allowing his free hand to roam your uncovered skin. The span of his fingers stretches from your hip to just under your breastband. You shudder, imagining his hands exploring other places.

His hand slides back up your body and pauses at your breastband, almost hesitant. You mirror his path with your one hand, lacing your fingers together and giving him a nonverbal “okay”. He lifts your breastband up and over your head, allowing your breasts to fall naturally back in place.

The Mandalorian kisses down your chest, his soft lips caressing your skin. Before you know it, he has taken your nipple into his mouth, sucking softly. You come undone, sliding a hand into his hair and gripping rather tightly.

A groan leaves his lips and he nips the bud gently, a shock running down to your core. You gasp, arching into his touch. It’s relentless. You can’t get enough. Your panties are soaked by now, and you’re whining, needing attention elsewhere.

He gets the hint, lowering you gently to the cool floor. It feels good on your overheating skin. He continues praising your nipples, switching between the both of them, using his mouth and hands to stimulate them.

You’re heating up from the inside, almost in embarrassment, but you don’t care. It feels so good to be praised, worshipped, loved.

His hands travel south, and his lips aren’t far behind. He reaches your hips, taking both hands and pushing your legs open. They’re shaking in anticipation. You feel him lean down and press a kiss to your inner thigh before biting down.

You yelp at the sensation, it’s over just as quickly as it started with a soothing swipe of his tongue. He repeats this again and again, marking the soft part of your thighs with his teeth.

“Mine,” he growls.

His nose ghosts over your panties and he inhales, taking in your scent before turning his attention to your other thigh. You’re losing your damn mind. His body heat is making you sweat. He’s got your legs spread as far as they can go and still has not given you the attention that you really need.

“Mando-“ you whine, trying to shift your hips upwards.

He chuckles darkly, taking his forearm to press your hips back down.

“What’s the matter, honey?” he asks, mockingly. “Am I not giving you enough attention as it is?”

You shake your head, forgetting he cannot see you. He nips your thigh sharply.

“Answer me.”

“I-I,” you start. “I want you-“ you blush, glad the darkness is covering your face.

“Honey, you’ve already got me,” he rasps.

Taking you by surprise, his index fingers pull your panties to the side. He feels your wetness and groans.

“So fucking wet for me already.”

You can’t help but moan at his words.

The Mandalorian then leans down and licks a fat stripe up your folds. You gasp, carding your fingers into his hair and tug hard. The noise that comes from him is animalistic.

He wastes no time, eating you out like a man starved. He alternates between slow, long licks from your clit to your entrance and fast figure-eights through your folds. It feels fucking fantastic.

Your legs are beginning to shake. The darkness is heavy on your body and you’re gasping for air. At one point you hear a faint ripping, and the restriction of your panties is no more.

A familiar pool in your belly is forming, and it’s coming quickly. You try and warn him, but you can’t even form a coherent sentence. His tongue dips down and into your hole, fucking fervently. Your orgasm comes in waves, crashing wildly and stealing your breath. You’re gasping for air and raising your hips to his mouth, riding out your pleasure.

You hear him murmuring words of pleasure against your cunt and you sob, never wanting it to end. You come down after about a minute, breathing heavily and sated.

He gives you one final kiss on your folds before crawling back over your body. You can’t even see him, it’s so dark. You reach out in the darkness for him, finding his face and placing a hand there. He leans down and you can smell your arousal on him. He crashes your mouths together, kissing you forcefully.

“Taste how fucking good you are,” he growls, biting your bottom lip before licking into your mouth.

You clench around nothing, moaning into his mouth. He’s fucking feral for you, and you cannot get enough. You card your fingers through his hair again, tugging roughly and returning his energy while kissing him.

He whines, loving the attention you’re giving him. His large hand has found its way to your throat, gripping slightly, but not choking - just a placeholder. Your hand mirrors his, lacing your fingers together. He leans down in your ear, whispering filthily,

“Are you gonna let me fuck this pretty pussy?”

You moan, nodding.

“Answer me, little one.”

“Y-Yes,” you gasp out.

“Good.”

His other hand slides down your body, cupping your cunt. His thick fingers slide through your folds, just dripping in arousal. He navigates your entrance in the dark, gently thrusting his finger inside, and bites down on your ear.

You whine, feeling full already. There’s no way you can take him. He takes his time, stretching your walls to accommodate him. He whispers filthy words in your ear, his breath hot. You notice he’s trembling again, you don’t know how he’s lasted this long. Despite the drug raging through his veins, he is very gentle with you.

Once you tap his chest, a silent “okay”, he shifts back over you, lining himself up with your entrance. He begins to push inside and you’re clawing at his arms. He’s fucking huge, and you’re breathing begins to stutter. You clench your eyes tight, begging your body to relax. Even with your arousal, it’s a bit of a stretch.

He senses your hesitation, reaching out to pet your hair and reassure your worries.

“Doing so good for me, honey. Just relax.”

He repeats his mantras, petting your side until your breathing slows. He’s fucking trembling from holding himself back. Mando gives a cautionary thrust and throws his head back, moaning.

You mimic him, feeling the pain slowly burn into pleasure. He starts slow, gripping your hips and pulling all the way out before thrusting back inside. You grab his forearm, anything to give you an anchor. He picks up the speed at the sound of your moaning. It feels so fucking good. You want to kiss him again. You want to be as close to him as possible. You want your bodies to become one and stay that way forever.

You tap his arm, getting his attention. He stops, squeezing your hand back for reassurance. You get up, pushing him back on his knees and climbing into his lap. Reaching your hand back, you find his length and line him back up with your entrance, slamming back down, needing him inside.

You both moan simultaneously, missing the burning of pleasure, even if just for a few seconds. He slides his hand up your back, gripping the back of your neck and grabbing a handful of hair. He pulls, making your body arch towards him. He attacks your neck with his lips, all teeth, and tongue. Traveling down to your breasts again, he takes one in his mouth as he fucks up into you.

You clench around him, meeting his upwards thrusts with your downwards ones. Your stomach is burning again, reaching another climax. The Mandalorian sucks on your breasts, rolling your nipple around his tongue. You mewl, holding the back of his head. His thrusts are nearly brutal, reaching up so far inside that you won’t be able to walk the next day. You don’t even care.

You’re both drenched in sweat, the drug making him burn like a furnace. His thrusts begin to get sloppy, an orgasm approaching. One, two, three thrusts and he’s coming inside of you, yelling your name. You clench down around him, milking his pleasure. He’s breathing heavily, trembling from such a long build-up.

He licks a stripe up your neck, laying you back down on the cool floor. You sigh. He’s not done with you yet. He slips out of you, leaving you feeling so empty. His mouth is on you again, cleaning up the mess he made.

You cry out, overstimulated. He’s slow and steady, thrusting his tongue inside of you to get the remnants of his seed out. Your legs are thrown over his shoulders and his arms are locked around them, not allowing you to move.

You’re squirming in his touch, gasps leaving involuntarily. The burning in your stomach returns and a few moments later you come again. Your ears start ringing and it’s hard to catch your breath. This one is short but even more powerful than the first one. Your body seizes up, riding the pleasure for a short moment.

You crash back down to reality, noticing your heavy breathing in the darkness. The Mandalorian is humming against your skin, rubbing soft circles into your thigh.

“There, little bird. Doing so well for me,” he coos, crawling back up your body and placing a few long kisses on your mouth.

You’re nearly out of it, but his lips feel so good. So soft and careful. His cock brushes against your thigh, still hard. It’s going to be a long fucking night. You’re spent, wanting nothing but to sleep.

He brushes your sweaty hair out of your face, cooing and praising your performance. He doesn’t sound as pained, almost sated, relaxed. The drug must be plateauing. He coaxes you in his lap again, this time with your back to him.

He takes on your full weight, wrapping one hand around your neck and one around your torso. He pushes back inside and you groan. He’s careful this time, thrusting lazily and building your orgasms up slowly. You're trembling, barely able to hold yourself up.

“Just one more for me, sweetheart,” he murmurs into your skin, kissing your shoulder.

You sob, overwhelmed and not wanting it to stop at the same time. Tears are streaming down your face as he pulls yet another orgasm from you. It hits you so fucking hard that you slump against him, consciousness flickering in and out.

He holds your weight, thrusting until he comes again. The Mandalorian is kissing your overheated skin, keeping close contact, and not wanting to let go.

You come to in the fresher. He’s holding you against his chest, under the cool spray of the water. Your head feels so heavy, that you keep it laying against his broad chest.

You reach a hand up to wipe the water out of your eyes. It’s pitch black in the fresher, and you sigh, relieved and disappointed. He’s rubbing circles on your lower back, holding you close.

“You alright?” he asks, his voice nearly back to normal.

He sounds different without the helmet. Voice a mixture of rasp and a bit of warm honey. It suits him.

You nod, looking up at what you presume is his face. He grabs your chin with his thumb and forefinger, placing a small kiss on your lips.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “I shouldn’t have-“

“No,” you shake your head.

That ends that. You didn’t want to talk much. You were just glad he was okay.

“Glad I’m okay?” he questions, a bit of humor in his tone.

You groan, realizing you said that out loud.

“Yes,” you huff. “Had me worried sick.”

“I always come back to you. You know that” he says.

You let out a soft sob, squeezing his torso tight. He returns the hug, holding you close.

“Vacation sounds pretty good now,” he jokes, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

You wholeheartedly agree.

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summary: he was wearing a Darth Vader costume at Comic Con. you were wearing a Padmé Amidala one. can I make it any more obvious? you were both nerds. what more can I say? pairing: seonghwa x reader genre: fluff with a sprinkle of angst; strangers to friends to lovers warnings: bullying, harassment, swearing, nerdy stuff, overthinking, insecurities, confession, kissing, hugging, fear of losing someone, protective™️ hwa, mentions of past suicidal thoughts/possible self-harm, rat hongjoong but he means well, loyal puppy yunho, some violence/punching, lying/secrets author's note: honestly hwa is the best boyfie ever i just thought it'd be kinda boring if there was no ~drama~ word count: 5.8k

It was your first Comic Con and you were pretty excited. You worked so hard for almost two years so that you could afford the tickets, as well as your Padmé Amidala costume. You were going alone but you hoped that you'd make new friends who were into the same stuff as you. You had been looking forward to this event pretty much all your life. However, the harsh reality didn't match your expectations. For starters, it was so crowded that you could barely make your way. You attended a couple of panels, bought a bunch of overpriced merch but after a while, you were beginning to feel exhausted. Everyone seemed to have come with friends and you felt like an outsider. And then, to top it off, you had the following negative experience:

"Oh my God, look at that uglyass Padmé costume," you heard an annoying male voice. "Can you believe this shit?"

"Yeah, like, who even likes the prequels?" another asshole responded.

"Stupid women, that's who," the first voice said and the the two laughed in a disgusting way.

Ugh. It felt like middle school all over again. There was no escape from bullies. You rolled your eyes and tried to get out of here so that you wouldn't have to put up with hearing such comments. But just then, one of the guys spilled red juice all over your costume!

"Oops, my bad," he snickered loudly.

"Well, it's not a huge loss. The costume was shit anyway," the other guy cackled demonically.

All the traumatic memories from your past came crashing down on you. You rushed towards the bathrooms, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes. Fucking jerks. Why couldn't they just mind their own business? Why did they have to ruin your day and the costume you'd spent so much money on? You wished you were brave enough to stand up for yourself but after all these years, you were still just a little girl, terrified of getting picked on.

You tried to clean up the red spot to the best of your abilities so that it wouldn't stain but it proved quite difficult with the low quality soap available in the Comic Con bathrooms. As if that wasn't enough, your vision was so blurry due to the tears. Eventually, you gave up and decided to get out of here. Maybe, you weren't meant for such huge events. You should have stayed at home, watching Star Wars cuddled up under a blanket. As you left the bathrooms, you bumped into someone wearing a terrifyingly realistic Darth Vader costume. Can this day get any better?

"S-sorry," you murmured awkwardly and were about to take your leave when "Darth Vader" spoke:

"Not to sound like a creep but I overheard what happened out there and I just wanted to say these assholes are an embarrassment to our fandom."

"Agreed," you nodded.

"And for the record, your costume looks incredible!"

"Um, thanks. Yours is…insane. Like you came out from the movies," you smiled nervously.

"Don't cry, beautiful. They're not worth it," he reassured you and caught a single tear from falling with a gloved hand. Damn, he had game and you felt your heart fluttering.

If a couple of days ago someone had told you that Darth Vader would be comforting you outside of a public bathroom at Comic Con, you wouldn't have believed them.

"Do you want me to beat the shit out of them for you?" he asked.

Because you couldn't see his facial expressions that were hidden behind the mask, you couldn't tell if he was joking.

"Nah, honestly, I think I'll just head home," you sniffled.

"What? No way, don't let them ruin your time here. I promise, you can have a lot of fun if you ignore people like that."

"Really?" you blinked hopefully.

"Come on," he grabbed your hand and soon enough, you were back inside the venue. "Darth Vader" seemed to be a social butterfly and he not only insisted on taking tons of pictures with you but also introduced you to his friends, one of them was wearing a Chewbacca suit and the other had dressed up as Luke Skywalker. You took photos in pairs and together as a group, went to a few more panels and had a jolly good time. At one point you thought you saw the two assholes from earlier from afar and you could swear their eyes looked a little swollen but then again, you hadn't brought your glasses and it might as well have been your wishful thinking.

As the event was coming to an end, you were pleasantly surprised by how many positive memories you'd accumulated that made up for that one shitty experience. Suddenly, "Darth Vader" asked you:

"Do you want to grab a drink or something?"

"Oh, yeah, sure!" you smiled enthusiastically. Even though you still didn't know his name, he seemed like a genuinely nice guy and you were excited to spend some more time together.

"Great! Let me just get out of my suit 'cause I'm overheating and drinking anything with this mask on does not sound like a fun idea."

"Haha, I don't envy you," you replied. You couldn't imagine carrying such a heavy suit all day long. You told him you'd wait for him outside of the bathrooms. As you were looking through some of the photos you took on your phone, you caught yourself smiling a little too wide. You put the device back into your bag.

Then, out of nowhere, the most visually stunning guy you'd ever seen came out of the bathrooms. And he was staring directly at you! What the fuck? You blinked in shock as you saw him walk towards you.

"Um…I guess it's high time I introduced myself properly. Hi, my name's Seonghwa," he said in a vaguely familiar voice.

"Huh?" you whispered in a daze as you took his hand. "I'm Y/N…"

"Darth Vader?" he chuckled nervously, trying to remind you. "We literally spent the whole day together?"

"Eh?!"

"Did you hit your head or something?" Seonghwa joked. "Is it that shocking to see me without the mask?"

"Sorry, it's just…" you tried to snap out of it. "You're too pretty."

"And that comes as a surprise, because…?"

"I guess I sorta expected that you were some middle-aged nerd who doesn't shower."

"Ouch," he laughed. "I don't blame you, though. At events like Comic Con, I've had my fair share of encounters with non-showering nerds."

"I rest my case," you shook your head in amusement.

"Still up for drinks?"

"Are you kidding? Good luck trying to get rid of me," you teased.

Seonghwa ordered a cup of tea and you wanted a cappuccino. Then, the two of you sat down at a place nearby.

"Soo, what interests do you have? Other than Star Wars?" Seonghwa asked.

"Gosh, there are too many," you giggled. "I used to be really into Marvel and DC but haven't seen some of the recent movies that came out. I feel more drawn to the TV shows as there is more time to develop the psychology of the characters."

"Ooh, I totally get what you mean," he nodded. "Though I love a good action scene, sometimes it gets too much, you know?"

"Right? Like I'm sorry for wanting depth and meaningful background stories."

"Mhm, you said it so well," Seonghwa replied and took a sip from his cup.

"What about you? What other things do you like?"

"I adore Disney movies," he confessed shyly, blush creeping up on his cheeks.

"Ahh, that's lovely! Me too," you beamed with excitement.

"You don't think it's kinda embarrassing? I've been made fun of for my Maximus costume at an event."

"Ugh, assholes like that should be banned from Comic Con!" you got angry on his behalf, as you had experienced getting bullied too many times. "Why can't people just let others enjoy stuff? If you don't like someone's costume, would it kill you to shut up?"

"You're so right! Speaking of costumes, we should exchange social media so we can send each other pictures from today."

"Yess, that'd be great," you typed in your Instagram on Seonghwa's phone and soon enough, the two of you started spamming one another with all the fun memories you'd made.

You didn't realize how much time passed as you two shared more about your interests. Seonghwa even insisted on travelling with you to your literal doorstep, as it had gotten dark out, which was incredibly sweet of him.

"I'm so glad we met," he admitted. "Like, obviously I'm not happy you had to listen to these dicks but uhm, I'm glad I approached you."

"Me too, Seonghwa," you smiled.

"We should watch a movie sometime. Or go shopping for cute merch. Or…whatever you like."

"I'd like all of that," you admitted. "Good night, Hwa."

"Good night, Y/N."

As the days went by, you realized how much in common you had with Seonghwa. It went beyond the initial Star Wars connection, you both loved Sanrio a lot and playing Animal Crossing together was one of your favourite activities. Cooking and cleaning side by side was both practical and therapeutic. Even when you went shopping, you were amazed by your similar tastes. In short, you were completely whipped for him. However, you were reluctant about confessing your crush. It had been a while since you made such a wonderful friend and you were terrified of losing him. You loved spending time with him and you would absolutely hate yourself if you did something to scare him away. Realistically, you knew that Seonghwa wasn't that easily spooked and you were probably just stuck in your head, overthinking it and coming up with the worst possible scenario. A part of you kept telling you that when (not if, because you thought there was no way he liked you back) he rejected you, he would still make sure you stayed friends. But still, you didn't want to make him uncomfortable. It felt so lovely as it was and you couldn't bear the thought of ruining it.

"What's wrong? You've got your thinking face on." Seonghwa asked, as he was looking through the cute Sanrio keychains exposed at the store.

"My what?" you blinked in confusion.

"Your thinking face. When something is bothering you, you kinda space out and scrunch up your eyebrows. It's cute but I can't help but worry."

Damnit. You were amazed by how attentive he was to the smallest of details. Also, what was that about it being cute? Did he mean cute in a friend way or…

"You're overthinking your answer again," Seonghwa called you out. "Come on, just tell me. I'm your friend, no?"

"That's exactly the problem."

"Me being your friend?" Seonghwa was perplexed. "Would it make it easier for you to share your concerns if I were a foe?"

"I guess…" you frowned.

"Come on. I've got an idea," Seonghwa hurriedly paid for two matching Kuromi and My Melody keychains, grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the store.

"Where are we going?" you laughed at his spontaneity.

"You'll see," he responded cryptically.

A while later, you ended up in his apartment.

"Wait here," Seonghwa pointed at the couch and you sat down hesitantly. What was he planning?

He took longer than expected but finally, he returned. Or rather…Darth Vader returned. Wait, what?!

"Hi," Seonghwa mumbled.

You couldn't take it seriously and burst into laughter.

"It's not funny, I'm trying to help you!" he insisted.

"What do you mean?"

"You said you can't tell me what's troubling you because I'm your friend."

"Seonghwa…"

"I'm not Seonghwa, it's Darth Vader now, a totally unfriendly figure. So, spill."

You gulped nervously. Oh, fuck it.

"Well, Darth Vader, the thing is I have a crush on a friend. But I don't wanna mess things up 'cause he probably doesn't feel the same way. And he's really important to me. The thought of losing him scares me."

"I'm the scariest thing in the galaxy! No, I am your father!" Seonghwa/Darth Vader said, which made you laugh again.

"I'm serious!" you responded after you managed to subdue your giggles, hopeful for some sort of advice.

"What if your friend feels the same way?" he suggested calmly.

"That's unlikely."

"What's your friend's name?"

"I can't…"

"Say it. Or I can't help you."

"Seonghwa."

"Yes, sweetheart?" he replied, breaking character.

"No, the friend I have a crush on…is you."

"Darth Vader" took off his mask and you were once again greeted by Seonghwa's friendly and unbelievably beautiful face.

"Are you serious?"

"You have a crush on me, Seonghwa, not Darth Vader, the character?" he wanted to make sure just in case.

"I mean…both but mostly you, Seonghwa," you chuckled.

"Mostly, huh? I guess I'll have to work harder to make it only me," he said, pressed his palm against your cheek and leaned down a bit. "May I kiss you?"

"You w-want to k-kiss me?" you were stunned by what was happening. Did he perhaps like you back?!

"I'd like that very much but only if you want it too."

"Shut up and kiss me," you said and wrapped your arms around his neck as Seonghwa closed the distance between you two. His lips were ridiculously soft and tasted like cherries. Lip balm? God, he was so cute and sexy you were going to lose your mind. After you were done kissing for the time being, you decided to discuss what this meant for you.

"So…you like me back?" you asked, feeling shy all of a sudden.

"I'm not in the habit of kissing people I don't like," Seonghwa joked.

You nudged his shoulder.

"You know what I meant."

"I do like you back, yes," he confirmed verbally.

"Can…I be your girlfriend or something?" you blurted out while hiding your face in embarrassment.

"As long as I can be your boyfriend. Or something. Gosh, why are you so adorable?" Seonghwa pulled you into a hug, making you feel all warm and fuzzy.

"Nope, you are!" you insisted and squeezed him back. "I can't believe you pulled the Darth Vader costume to get me to confess. Such a nerd."

"But it worked, didn't it? And also, you're no different. Thirdly, you fell for this nerd!" Seonghwa kept teasing you relentlessly.

"Fine, fine, I get it. We're both silly little nerds."

"And that's what makes us perfect for each other."

"I couldn't agree more."

You were over the moon while dating Seonghwa. You did everything together. When you received a surprising text from him, it was one of your happiest moments:

Hwanakin: I may have a surprise 👀

You: Oh? 🍵

Hwanakin: I spent A LOT of money on something I've wanted for a while but I think it's worth it

You: Tell me tell me tell me!

Hwanakin: image attachment

You: No way, you're actually insane, this is sooo cool

Hwanakin: 🙈🙈🙈

You: SO happy for you omg

Hwanakin: I was wondering if you wanna build it with me? I know you once mentioned you'd like to give Legos a try but you haven't bought any since they're kinda pricey so I thought you might wanna come over and work on it together?

You were too overjoyed by the offer to immediately respond that you just squealed and needed to jump around in your room a little. Then, your phone tinged with another notification from the sweetest boyfriend in the galaxy. No, scratch that. In the UNIVERSE.

Hwanakin: It's okay if that's not your thing, I just thought I'd ask you…

You: ARE YOU KIDDING? OF COURSE I'D LOVE TO!!! I AM SUPER THRILLED AAAAAAAA

You: Sorry for screaming I'm just so excited rn

Hwanakin: Haha it's alright, I'm so glad you'd like to share this awesome experience with me!

You: I'm even more glad! Gladder? What is English? Um anyway thank you for offering, I'm beyond touched and honoured and just…Ahhh!!!

Hwanakin: Hey, no need to thank me, you're my girlfriend, it goes without saying that I wanna do stuff with you

Fuck, you would never grow tired of hearing those two words.

Seonghwa's birthday was approaching and you were panicking. During the couple of months you'd been together, he'd been the most amazing ever. He would give you so much and not just in the material sense. Though you were a sucker for Lego flowers and adorable Sanrio keychains and your favourite chocolates, he was also giving you so much of his free time, his affection, his kind words and his delicious meals. You were literally in love with him already but you didn't want to rush into saying it to him out of fear you'd scare him away. Like in the situation with confessing your crush on him, you had this irrational fear that your love was somehow capable of driving him away.

Nevertheless, you wanted to do something really special and thoughtful for his birthday. You didn't think it was right to just buy anything, you had to make something. Which was how you ended up on the crocheting side of YouTube. You'd tried it a couple of years ago but you were far too impatient to stick to it. However, if it was for Seonghwa, you felt like you had enough determination. After a couple of unsuccessful attempts, tons of hours and a lot of screaming on your side, you had done it. You managed to crochet a somewhat decent Grogu/Baby Yoda. So adorable. You were quite proud of your accomplishment and genuinely hoped that Seonghwa would like it. Then, you a made a handwritten card, drawing your own doodles and pouring your entire heart out. Finally, the night before his birthday, you baked some strawberry tarts. Everything had to be perfect for your perfect boy.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, dear Seonghwa, happy birthday to you," you sang to him gently.

"Thank you, my sweetheart!" he responded softly. "You didn't have to do anything, your presence itself is enough of a present."

"Aww, stop it, you smooth-talker!" you waved him off and gave him the bag full of surprises. "Don't get your hopes up, it's nothing fancy."

"It doesn't have to be. You could give me a sock and I'd be happy."

"Miss Y/N has given Seonghwa a sock! Seonghwa is free!" you joked, making him blush and shake his head.

Finally, he opened up the present. As expected, the crocheted Grogu caught his attention first.

"Oh my goodness, sooo adorable!" he clutched the green creature to his heart. "Did you make this?"

"I tried my best, yeah," you giggled shyly.

"You're literally incredible, thank you so much!"

Then, he saw the strawberry tarts you'd made and insisted on trying them right away.

"What do you think?"

"Super yummy, love them!" Seonghwa said.

"Yay, that's a relief!" you smiled.

Finally, he found the handwritten card, which read, as follows:

Dear Seonghwa, The day that I met you was a day I'd been looking forward to quite a bit. It was my first Comic Con and I was extremely excited about it. However, a couple of seconds and two assholes were threatening to ruin that special day for me. It brought back so many negative memories and I was ready to go home and cry myself to sleep. Until you showed up and made what could have been the worst day of my life into one of the best. (The best day being the day I became your girlfriend. No, actually, every day I spend with you is the best. Forgive me for being corny.) My point is that your presence has healing powers. Your kind heart is one of my favourite things about you. Your precious smile makes me absolutely mad. Also, you are incredibly funny and smart. How you pulled that stunt off in a Darth Vader costume in order to make me confess is still super iconic of you. And don't get me started on how handsome you are. It should be illegal at this point! Happy Birthday, my darling star! May this day be one of your best days! Yours in earnest, Y/N

Seonghwa closed the card, his eyes watering in emotion.

"Come here," he said and pulled you into a hug. "It truly is one of my best days. And you are the best thing that's ever been mine."

"Did you just pull a Taylor Swift on me?" you chuckled.

"Maybe," he smirked. "But seriously, you gotta tell me all about those negative memories. Give me names and addresses of whoever hurt you, I just wanna talk."

"Hey, it's your birthday! I don't wanna ruin it with all this shit from the past…"

"You wouldn't be ruining anything. Besides, you said it yourself. It's my birthday and I really wanna talk about it. As long as you feel ready, of course, no pressure."

"Thanks, I appreciate that," you smiled at him. "Well, if you insist…Long story short, I used to get bullied in middle school. At first they were just teasing me for being a nerd and having high grades. But then I would start to hear all sorts of comments about my outfits, my hair, or my body. There was even online hate about me. It got really bad at one point, I didn't want to live anymore and did some stupid harmful shit to myself... When I went to high school, it was different. I made some amazing friends and everyone was more mature. However, some of these things I went through still stayed with me. And that day at Comic Con, that one short encounter was enough to send me spiraling. It unlocked so much unresolved trauma, I guess. If it hadn't been for you…I don't know."

Seonghwa pulled you closer and started doodling cute little figures on your wrists.

"You drew stars around my scars," you whispered.

"Did you just pull a Taylor Swift on me?" he repeated your words from earlier.

"Maybe," you chuckled.

"You know, I'm not one to believe in stuff like destiny or whatever. But as harsh as that sounds, I feel like all these terrible stuff you went through brought you to me. Does that make sense?"

"It's not harsh, I like it very much," you insisted. "I would go through them all over again if it meant finding my way back to you."

"Lucky for you, you don't have to. If anyone dares to lay a finger on you, no force in the universe can stop me from making their lives miserable."

You liked how protective he was over you. But sometimes, it scared you…

Seonghwa had invited you to play Dungeons and Dragons with him and his friends Hongjoong (who had dressed up as Luke Skywalker at Comic Con) and Yunho (who had a Chewbacca costume). You'd hung out with them a couple of times and you had grown fond of them and were happy about how quickly they'd accepted you into their friend group. You had been dating Seonghwa for a while and you had a key to his apartment so you let yourself in. He texted you that he'd come soon and just as you were about to greet Hongjoong and Yunho who were already there, you accidentally overheard their conversation:

"We have to tell her, man," Hongjoong insisted. They were in the kitchen, speaking more loudly than usual, as they thought they were alone.

"I think it's better if we managed to convince Seonghwa to tell her himself," Yunho argued.

"What if she stumbles upon the video? It's freaking viral already," Hongjoong explained. "It's better if she heard it from us than finding it on her own and jumping to conclusions."

"But Seonghwa is our friend, he'd feel so betrayed if we ratted him out like this," Yunho replied.

"She's our friend, too," Hongjoong sighed. "I say we tell her."

"Tell me what?" you finally entered the kitchen, making your presence known.

Yunho shook his head, still not on board, but Hongjoong had made up his mind and showed you the viral video in question. It was titled "Darth Vader punches bullies at Comic Con" and in it was exactly what the title suggested. It was pretty shocking to witness.

"Is this Hwa?" you gasped in horror.

Hongjoong nodded sadly. Suddenly, it all made sense. You'd thought it was your imagination when you saw the bullies' swollen and red eyes from afar, but nope, it was actually 'cause your boyfriend had physically assaulted them. You cursed yourself for forgetting your glasses. You felt so betrayed. The day that you considered to be one of your happiest days was marred with so much violence and Seonghwa was keeping such a big thing a secret from you…

"They're not gonna press charges against Seonghwa, if that's what you're worried about," Yunho tried to reassure you.

"I'm not worried about that, I'm upset he didn't tell me about it," you cried out.

"That's not the only thing he didn't tell you about," Hongjoong mumbled under his nose.

"Hongjoong!" Yunho exclaimed, reprimanding his friend for spilling all the tea.

"She has the right to know!" Hongjoong shouted.

"And it's better if she has this conversation with Seonghwa instead of us."

"Just tell me everything, I don't think I can face him right now," you said.

"Seonghwa used some strings to ban the assholes who bullied you from Comic Con," Hongjoong the truth There have been previous cases of them harassing women and Seonghwa managed to get to the bottom of it and make sure they get exposed and punished."

"What? That doesn't make any sense, he didn't even know me back then," you tried to rationalize this strange situation. "Why would he go to such lengths?"

"Except he did know you. Do you remember having an online friend named Scarlett?"

"I do. She stopped texting me back at some point. Wait, where did you hear Scarlett's name? I've never even told Hwa about her."

"Think about it, Y/N. How could I possibly know?" Hongjoong sighed sadly.

"No," you couldn't believe it. "Don't tell me Seonghwa is Scarlett?"

"I'm sorry to be the bearer of such news," Hongjoong confirmed.

It all made sense now. "Scarlett" had stopped messaging you right after you'd met Seonghwa at Comic Con. You had sent "her" selfies of yourself, which explained how Hwa recognized you. You had told "her" you'd attend the event so it was quite possible that he went out of his way to meet you…God, you felt sick.

"Great job, Hongjoong, Seonghwa will totally kill us now," Yunho was beginning to panic.

"I'd like to see him try," Hongjoong shook his head. "Don't misunderstand, Y/N. It's not like he stalked you or anything. I'm sure he just really wanted to meet you in real life and he must have thought that Comic Con was a good place to start. He didn't expect all this drama with the bullies to get in the way."

"He still lied to me, Hongjoong! For months! Tell him some emergency came up. I can't talk to him right now."

"Tell him yourself," Yunho suggested nervously.

You paled in shock as you turned around and faced Seonghwa. Just like how you'd overheard Hongjoong and Yunho's conversation, Seonghwa had heard what you'd just said.

"I have to go," you murmured and rushed towars the door.

Seonghwa grabbed your wrist and tried to stop you from leaving.

"Sweetheart, wait, let me explain."

"I need to be alone," you tried to express your boundaries.

"I'm still the same person you care about," he kept trying.

"Which person would that be? Darth Vader? Scarlett? I don't even know who you are anymore, Seonghwa. If that is your real name."

"Of course it's my real name. Please, I want to tell you my side of the story."

"And I want to be alone."

"You're not breaking up with me?" he asked, his big eyes moist with emotion.

"I'm not. I just need some time to think. If you ever cared about me just a little, you'll let go of me."

And he finally did as you asked. But as you walked out of the door and felt your heart shattering into a million pieces, some part of you wished he hadn't…

Three weeks passed since this painful moment. Even though you had told him it wasn't a break-up, it sure felt like one. He would send you messages but you wouldn't reply to them. Just like "Scarlett" had stopped responding. But it hurt so much. You were doing the same old things but without him, everything seemed bleak and meaningless. Yes, he'd lied to you, but you hated to imagine a universe in which you'd never met.

This weekend you impulsively decided to go to an event where nerds could gatter, dress up and have fun in the hopes that it'd make you feel better. It was on a smaller scale than Comic Con but you still figured it was a better idea than staying at home, crying your eyes out and eating too much ice cream. You had dressed up as Catwoman and despite the recent misfortunes, you were feeling pretty damn good about yourself. Until you saw these assholes from Comic Con again. Right, they had been banned to it but could still attend other events. And you saw them harassing another woman!

"Come on, don't be such a prude, give us your number."

"I don't want to…" she replied meekly.

"She said no, fuckers!" you didn't know what demon possessed you to do that. The you from before couldn't even stand up for yourself but now you couldn't imagine watching someone else being in such an awful situation and not doing anything.

The two bullies turned around.

"Remember me?" you asked confidently. "I'm the reason your sorry asses can't set foot in Comic Con till the rest of your miserable lives."

Recognition immediately lit up their ugly faces. They probably got flashbacks of Darth Vader punching them and then them becoming a laughing stock for the entire Internet to see. They exchanged a look and were about to sneak out, when you grabbed them harshly by the hair, feeling all vigilante for some reason. Maybe it was your badass costume.

"Apologize to her," you insisted.

"We're s-sorry," they stammered.

"Now piss off and pray to whatever devil it is you worship that I never see you again," you threatened them in the most calm tone you could muster.

They did just that and damn, did you feel amazing.

"Thank you so much!" the girl exclaimed and gave you a spontaneous hug.

"No problem, girls gotta stick together, right?"

"You are like my hero! We should exchange numbers and hang out sometime!" she suggested excitedly.

"Sure, that'd be fun. What's your name?"

"Scarlett," she smiled.

You laughed to yourself. Oh, the irony.

"What's so funny?"

"It's a long story," you shrugged. "I'll tell it to you someday."

After a while, your new friend left the event and you were once again on your own. You wondered if you should text Seonghwa. You really missed him and meeting this girl made you wish you'd hear his side of the story. Then, as if by magic, your thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Matching costumes. We're making a habit out of it."

You looked up and saw…Batman.

"Seonghwa?" you blinked in surprise.

"I'm Batman," he insisted. "Sorry, I've always wanted to say that."

You had a hard time suppressing the urge to laugh out loud.

"The Darth Vader trick only works once. If you wanted to get me to talk, you should have come up with something new," you teased him, pretending as if his mere presence was bothering you.

"I get it," he nodded. "But I'm not asking you to talk. Can you hear me out instead?"

You nodded, as you had already made up your mind to give him a second chance. But he didn't have to know that yet.

"All of what Hongjoong and Yunho told you is true. I did punch the guys who were terrorizing you and countless other women and tried to make sure they get banned from Comic Con. And, indeed, prior to our meeting, we became online friends while I was posing under the name of Scarlett. But that's as far as my deception goes. I wasn't stalking you or anything. It just so happened that I saw you having a rough time and really didn't want you to experience such negative emotions at Comic Con. Because I know what that's like. I know I probably seem confident to you now but I wasn't like that always. I've dealt with my fair share of insecurities and shitty people who put me down. And I really care about you and couldn't bear the thought of watching you suffer. I admit, I kept the bullies thing a secret from you and while we texted online I lied about my name being Scarlett. But I never lied to you about my feelings. I genuinely love you, Y/N, and I want to spend the rest of my days making it up to you."

You were sincerely touched by his words and you believed he was telling the truth. However, after going through so much, you wanted to keep him on his toes just a little longer.

"Funny thing happened earlier at this event. I saw those two bullies from Comic Con again."

"Oh my God, are you okay?" Seonghwa was immediately worried.

"I'm fine. They were harassing a girl and I stood up for her, easily getting rid of them."

"That's so amazing, Y/N, I'm proud of you!"

"I felt pretty proud of myself, too. But that's not even the craziest part. Can you guess what her name was?"

"Um…no?"

"Scarlett."

"No way," Seonghwa laughed.

"Well, whether you believe it or not doesn't matter. She reminded me of you. Even if you hadn't showed up, all Batman style, I still would have messaged you and tried to fix things between us."

"I'm so happy to hear that, sweetheart," Seonghwa placed his hands on your arms gently.

You took off his mask and then your own.

"Let's start over, yeah? No masks, no secrets, just honesty. How does that sound?"

"I'd like that very much," he grinned softly.

"For the record, I love you, too. And I'm not mad anymore. I understand why you did what you did."

"Well, you know what they say? All is fair in love and war," Seonghwa smirked.

"And Star Wars," you added.

"Especially Star Wars," Seonghwa chuckled.

"Hi, my name is Y/N," you extended your hand. "It's nice to meet you. I'm looking forward to getting to know you."

"Hi, I'm Seonghwa," he took your hand and shook it.

"It suits you better than any other name," you told him honestly.

"Have I ever told you what it means?"

"I don't think so," you admitted.

"You'll really like it. It's related to stars…"

The End

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eddiediaaz · 11 months

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hi alie! how are you? i was wondering if you could explain, or link a tutorial that does, how you did the first gif and the checkmarks on this (/post/713604672591659008/pscentral-event-14-your-url-insp) beautiful gifset please?

hello!! i'm good, thank youuuu ♡ and yeah, sure i can! i didn't follow any tutorial for this gifset, so i'm gonna try to explain my process as best as i can.

the first gif is fairly easy, it's just a bit time consuming. the second one for the animated checkmark uses some keyframes. i use photoshop cs5, which is rather old, so hopefully my directions still work for more recent ps versions!

tutorial for these two gifs under the cut:

gifs in text

i'm gonna assume you already have basic gifmaking knowledge, so i'm gonna start from this base gif already colored:

i started by finding a big and very thick font that i liked. for this gifset i used a font called barle. i placed my text the way i wanted it, but i used one text layer per letter, because i wanted one different gif per letter. once i had my 9 text layers placed, it looked like this:

then, you need to create a group with a layer mask for each letter. for this, i simply hold the ctrl/command key and click on the letter layer's thumbnail. it will create a selection of the letter.

with this selection on, i click on the folder button to create a new group, then on the add layer mask button. it will create a group with your letter where you can put anothet gif in.

then you just need to rinse and repeat for every letter.

once you have all of your letter groups done, you can select all of the text layers and put them in another group. we'll use these layers again later.

then you just need to bring your second gif onto this canvas and put it in the right group/folder. i usually just bring a smart object gif onto my main canva, slide it in the right folder, then resize, sharpen, and color the second gif in there.

you can just drag this layer once it's inside the group to position it the way you need it. and also use ctrl+T to resize it (drag the corners while holding shift to keep the right propertions). once the gif is positioned, you can go ahead and disable the E text layer you used to create the mask (but don't delete it!). i kept the coloring very minimal since it's a black and white gif, and the layers should look like that:

and this is the gif so far with the first E done:

then you just need to do the same for all other letters, pretty straight forward! for the first D letter, i wanted eddie's face to show instead of using a different gif, so i simply put a black and white layer in that D group. my gif looks like that at this point:

then what's missing is the outline, and it's pretty easy to make. go back to the text layers you created at the beginning. enable them all, and make sure they are on top of everything else. double click on that first text layer to bring in the layer style options, and add a 1px stroke with the color and blending mode you want. I went with yellow and the hard light blending mode. these are my settings:

back to the layers panel, keep the text layer's opacity at 100%, but bring the fill to 0%. this will make online the online show up on the gif.

to apply this setting to other text layers, you can right click the first text layer and select "copy layer style". then select all of the other layers and right click one of them and go "paste layer style". once all the text layers have their outline it should look like that:

to move the outline a bit, make sure they are in a group and select this group (i renamed mine "outline"), then just nudge it by a few pixels with the arrows on your keyboard. i transformed the outline group by about 4px left and up on mine. i also duplicated the whole group because i wanted a deeper color for the outline.

and this is my final result!

animated checkmark

starting with my base gif, i added some animated text and a little box for the checkmark to go in (drew a shape with the rectangle tool and gave it a stroke, the same way i did it for the previous gif):

for the actual checkmark, you can try to find a brush or shapes to download, but i didn't feel like looking it up lol, so i drew the shape myself with a regular brush that comes baked in with photoshop. the best way to draw a custom shape, in my opinion, is to draw the shape as a layer mask on a color fill layer. that way you can always change the color or add layer styles later (like i did).

so on my canvas, on top of everything, i created a color fill layer (layer > new fill layer > solid color) with whatever color i wanted (you can change this later if you need). you will get a new color fill layer, with a layer mask already attached to it. i put this layer at 75% opacity so i can see the gif under it and it's easier to draw the shape in the right spot:

i then selected the layer mask thumbnail and the brush i wanted to use, one of them (not sure i remember which one, sorry haha!):

with the black color selected, just go ahead and draw a checkmark where you want it on the canva. you can always use the brush in white to erase it and start over with the black color if you're not happy with it. but once you have a checkmark you like, it should look like this:

now you just gotta invert the mask so the checkmark is colored, to do this just click on the color fill layer mask you just drew on and hit ctrl/command + i. the mask will get inverted and it will look like this:

then you can add whatever layer style you'd like to the checkmark (and put the layer opacity back to 100% if you want). i added a gradient and a drop shadow to mine, and changed the blending mode from normal to difference to make it match with the text, so now it looks like that:

animation time! this is where you need to use a bit of keyframes, but i promise it's not complicated.

for this animation i wanted to mimick a checkmark being drawned. when you draw a checkmark, you usually do it in 3 steps right? your startung point, then a line down, and then another line up to the end point. it's what i tried to mimick here.

to animate it that way, you need to draw a shape that will hide the checkmark and then move it around to mimick the drawing animation. to do so, create a new group (i've named mine "checkmark") and add a layer mask to this group. you also need to unlink the mask by clicking on the little chain icon next to the mask thumbnail:

now the next steps are a bit of trial and error until you get what you want, i'm gonna try to explain it as best as i can (bear with me haha):

1- go to where you want the animation to start, aka where you want the checkmark to start appearing. for me it was a few frames after the start of the gif.

2- then, with a black brush that wasn't too big nor too soft, i brushed a bit over the checkmark to erase it for now (you may have to go back and edit this after the animation is done). no need to do a huge shape, just big enough to cover the checkmark. if you go back to the move tool and click on the mask thumbnail you have just created and click and drag in the canva, you should be able to move the mask around. this is what you want for steps 5 and 7. basically, on your mask thumbnail on the checkmark group, what is brushed in black will erase what's in the group, and the white part will reveal what's in the group. for now just make sure the shape you just drew is covering the checkmark.

3- once the checkmark is hidden, click on the stopwatch icon next to layer mask postion to start the animation. this will automatically create a keyframe where your cursor is on the timeline (the yellow diamond)

4- once your starting point is done, you want to go a bit further on the timeline with your cursor.

5- then move the mask shape so it reveals just the smallest part of the checkmark (make sure you click the checkmark group mask thumbnail first before moving the mask). once you move the mask with the move tool, a new keyframe will automatically appear where your cursor is on the timeline (another diamond). make sure you drag the shape down the checkmark to mimick it being drawn.

6- go a bit further again on the timeline, where you want the animation to end.

7- and move the shape again to reveal the checkmark (make sure you click the group mask thumbnail first before moving the shape). again, a third keyframe will be automatically created. i dragged the shape up from the bottom of the checkmark to mimick the drawing of the checkmark.

your animation should be done here after these 2 movements, so play it in a loop and see if you are satisfied with the animation you have created. if you don't like it you have options:

you can go back to the group layer mask and edit it with the black or white brush;

you can also go back to each keyframe by positiong your cursor over it and move the mask around in a different way;

and you can select the keyframes (yellow diamonds) and move them around on the timeline. if you push the keyframes closer together, the animation will be faster, and if you space them out more, the animation will take longer. it's up to you!

this animation thing is really just trial and error. you could probably do the same animation with a checkmark you find online, as long as the image file is in a group and the animated mask is applied to the group. and don't forget to unlink the mask before animating a movement or it won't work properly!

and this is what my animation looks like:

that's about it, i hope that was clear enough omg. never realized how hard it is to explain these things in english lol. let me know if you have any questions! ♡

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esperastra · 5 months

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It’s been three weeks and I still have not sorted my feelings about Legends Con. So have this random, unorganized list of things that happened that I still remember (more under the cut):

Nick tried to flash (stood on a chair and pulled up his shirt) Tala and Maisie during their panel but no one noticed him in the back

On the other hand when Arthur showed up during Caity and Jes’ panel they immediately saw him and greeted him

Caity was asked what Sara’s safe word is at the Meet&Greet and her answer was “Chiquita Banana”

When asked who they would eat first on a deserted island, pretty much everyone immediately said “Dom”

Caity and Jes kept talking about doing a podcast and asking people for stuff to talk about. Jes suggested they should just do Stabcast but Caity said she doesn’t like True Crime (which fair, I don’t either lol)

Adam said Avalance’s kid is named Rose and that Gary would be a great babysitter but he definitely would lose her at some point

At the opening ceremony Caity was like “I think the last time I said I was getting married. And I did it. *shows her ring* And Jes had our baby!”

When talking about the hardest goodbyes, Caity being Caity forgot Dom left and wasn’t even in the final season. Her answer was Franz btw.

A kid asked Amy, Caity and Jes if they would rather jump in lava or drown in water if they had to die and Jes was like “How old are you? Where is your mother?!” lmao

Jes recited the condolence card from Meet The Legends to the best of her recollection and kept laughing

Arthur kept mentioning how weird it is that all these fans and the cast are in his hometown

I could listen to Maisie talk for hours, just wanted to throw that in here

Jes was talking about how beautiful the gold dress from 502 was and Caity replied with “Anything you wear is beautiful 🥰” before Amy chimed in that she is still looking for the video of Liv and Jes laughing at Matt falling off his chair that was mentioned earlier lol

When asked about a crack ship (Rishop = Rip/Bishop) Arthur went on to talk about how he loves fanfiction lol

When asked if Nick or Matt is the better kisser Tala said “Maisie”

Adam started singing I Will Always Love You (forgot why) and Maisie left him hanging by not joining in and just smiling/laughing

Poor Matt didn’t know about the Human Centipede but now he does

Jes came up with the pick up line “I can be your legend until tomorrow” and then was like “someone try this tonight at the bar!”

On the second day Adam brought a water pistol to the panel and used it on everyone who got up to ask a question

Adam was THE hype man all weekend. He kept starting “When I say DC you say Legends of Tomorrow” chants

The fandom organized a group gift to give each cast member a trophy of the Waverider. We were allowed to present it to them at the closing ceremony.

Nick was called “Brad Pitt” during the trophy ceremony and Adam being Adam stood up instead

Amy sang Future Favorite with one of the kids at the closing ceremony

Adam said something about how he doesn’t like being emotional in front of people and everyone started chanting “SHOW EMOTIONS”

By the end of the closing ceremony everyone was super emotional. Caity was too emotional to speak when it was her turn and started crying and Jes hugged her. She said “I miss you guys” to the cast and went back for another hug. Jes was like “stop the emotions. stop the emotions” in reference to the earlier chant

A small list of some of the things that happened to me personally. I won’t share it all in detail here though, for reasons:

When I got my solo photo op with Caity, she saw my Real Housewives Sara shirt and was like “That’s funny. Can I take a picture?” and then she posted it on her IG Story

Amy spoke German to me out of nowhere when she noticed my accent. She also called me back during our photo op to ask me how I was and if I slept alright.

Jes gave me this 🥺 look when I talked to her at the autograph table

Nick held my hand for like a minute which was super overwhelming especially cause I struggle with eye contact lol. He also kept lovingly teasing me the whole weekend.

Me and a bunch of people did the 709 costumes as cosplay and won ‘Best Group’. It was a lot of fun.

#legends of tomorrow #avalance #Meeting all the amazing people that I met on Twitter in the past 1 1/2 has been amazing and I miss everyone terribly #i forgot so much stuff that happened already.. especially what some of the cast said to me during the meet&greet :’(#I’m kinda sad I didn’t get to ask Caity and Jes about the gift I got them :(#It did show up in Caity’s story about her gifts though so she at least got it lol #and jes… we know she doesn’t do social media lol…#also i ran into the ppl i never wanted to meet too often… such big egos for such shitty personalities. gross.#their behavior was just so rude #legends con

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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peppermint kisses • r. braun

in which Reiner decides he wants to have his gift a little early after a Christmas Eve party.

themes: !black fem reader, (plus size coded) dom reiner, light bondage, dirty talk, drunk sex, pet names, fingering, spit play, back shots, mating press, squirting, choking, spanking, him turning the reader into a Twinkie, orgasm denial 😵‍💫 and other themes so minors do not interact!

📝: this is also half self ship as well because I’m down egregious. also, merry Christmas, my loves!

wc: 2.9k

Christmas Eve: a time of merriment and cheer for all of those that celebrate the joyous holiday. A time for families, friends and community to come together and exchange gifts, enjoy delicious treats and enjoy one another’s company.

and for others? it gave them an excuse to engage in something a little more than Secret Santa’s and slicing fruitcake..but rather something a bit more..salacious.

“mmmhm! Reiner, damn baby…can we even get in the door? You’re about to rip my clothes off!”

your plea fell mostly on deaf ears at the moment, due in part to the fact that the man you were speaking to was far too infatuated with the rest of your body to focus on what was coming from your mouth. Lips tracing up your neck and collarbone, big hands running up the curvature of your body; gripping the plumpness of your ass in his wide palms, followed by faint grunts into your ear.

truthfully, it was a little unbecoming of your husband’s character. A man who was normally the quietest in the room regardless of his staggering size had now relinquished that and was ravaging (y/n) with the sloppiest of kisses and heaviest of slaps to your backside. “Sorry, baby, but I’ve gotta have you..don’t even think about keeping it from me right now.”

and you most certainly didn’t attest his advancements so the second the door came to a close, the two of you became entangled in a very heated make-out session right there against it. your hands reaching up to his chiseled cheeks to cup them as his tongue slithered between your lips, filling both of your mouths with a mixture of soft moans and exchanged vodka infused saliva.

but what had caused this sudden shift in him? the simple answer was a holiday party at a friend’s place just down the street. Filled with lots of fun, food and more alcohol than what should have been allowed..Reiner just so happened to partake a little too hard in the latter. It was very seldom that he drank so naturally, it made him pretty tipsy..you didn’t know it’d turn him to such a fiend though! Especially when he saw you dancing on one of your mutual lady friends like an absolute slut.

twerking and bouncing that ass on her and grinding your bodies together..you had to pay for getting him all worked up!

however, you had no complaints with the results as he was currently snaking those fingers across your crushed red velvet corset with the fur trim and working to unfasten the clasps, but when that became too much of a hassle, he’d simply tug it down to reveal your supple breasts; those perky brown nipples already stiff for him when he took them between his fingertips.

“What do you say we get Christmas started early, princess? I mean, the only thing I want is righttt here and I’m a little impatient..”

the low growl of his voice was followed by his hands trailing south to your leggings and finding home in the seat of your panties..that silky heat and plumpness of those fat pussy lips, practically swallowing the thin g-string trying to conceal them. Immediately, you’d find yourself melting as those digits circulating your swollen clit. Tossing your head back, you’d release a high pitched wail that only further fueled his freakiness.

“..and you’re so fucking wet, babydoll. Yeah, I’m definitely gonna pound this little pussy tonight…” his sentence trailing once more as he pinned you to that metal panel with a hand to your throat. Meanwhile, his opposite set of digits had made their way inside of you, causing you to rut and practically fuck yourself on his fingers. It was pitiful how desperate and needy you had become that quickly. But he was more than happy to help satisfy those needs.

his eyes suddenly met your own that had stretched wide open due to the stimulation of his pumping. “F-fuck! That feels so good! Baby, please..” your cries bringing a smirk to his face and he’d speed up his movements; alternating and twisting them around inside of you to drum out more of that silky fluid. All while you clawed for his covered cock, trying to pull it out. “Please what? You better tell me what’s on that pretty little mind of yours.”

it was then that you realized that liquor had him acting brand new but you liked this new side of him!..so aggressive and sexy. (Y/N) on the other hand had become a babbling, drooling mess; seconds from squirting on those sunken digits. But before you could have the chance to answer or your orgasm, he’d make the decision himself. He was far too impulsive and aroused to play around with you!..that much apparent by that growing bulge in his crotch.

snatching those fingers from your aching cunt, Reiner made haste in ridding you of those bottoms, tearing them off and ripping them in two on the floor. He needed nothing in his way right now but he did have a use for them.

“matter of fact..I’ve got a better idea. Come here..” In what seemed like a blur you had gone from straddling his fingers to being rough housed and led over to the couch by a guiding grip on the back of your neck. It was there that he’d toss you to the sofa, pinning your legs as far as they would go..as he undressed, you’d watch eagerly, chewing on your nail and stroking your clit.

wide open with slick coating that mound..it was almost too much for him to handle. “You look so cute..playing with that fat little pussy for me, baby. Stay just like that for a minute..” instructing whilst he peeled those clothes from his muscular body. He really was the sexiest man you had ever laid eyes on and didn’t help when he reached for his thick length and stroked it, causing your hole to spasm on air.

“Well don’t keep me waiting too long…I need all that dick.”

Reiner returning shortly thereafter. In his hand, he brandished both those ripped tights..along with something he snagged from the nearby coffee table. “Don’t worry, cupcake. Hold your hands out and open your mouth..got a little something for you.” immediately doing as you were told, you’d soon have your wrists bound by that material. He’d then lean forward, closing the gap between your bodies as he spat into your mouth before swiftly placing a single candy cane between (y/n)’s teeth as a makeshift gag.

he just knew you were confused by that gesture but he decided to give his explanation whilst tapping his tip against that slit..teasing his shaft over your folds. “Now…you’re gonna hold that candy cane between your teeth while I make you cream on daddy’s dick. You can scream, moan..hell, even cry but if I hear a crunch, see that candy break or it falls out of your mouth for any reason..you’re not allowed to come. Understand?”

his message was received loud and clear but just how in the actual hell were you supposed to do that?! It was nearly an impossible challenge but one you had no say in the matter and with it settled; sealing the deal with a head nod, he’d take that as the cue to shove that massive cock inside of you. Quick to calm you with a gentle brushes to your cheek whilst he fed you slow thrusts.

the distress was written all over your face because it wouldn’t be long before you’d be feeling those strokes in the pit of your stomach and it’d be all but inevitable to crack that candy cane! Not to mention being unable to push him away..so you’d lie there, heels dangling over his shoulders and thighs jiggling with each one.

“You look so pretty taking this dick, baby..such a good girl.” coaching you through it with that deep, gravelly voice; your tightness sucking him in.His pale shaft and pink tip only able to fit halfway but white cream slathered all over it as a result of his pumping..even watching as he coaxed out an entire stream of it that leaked to your puckering asshole. All of it was truly a sight to see. Eventually, he’d burrow over your entire body, folding those jiggling thighs up to place you into somewhat of a mating press.

his heavy balls colliding with the thickness of your ass and the sounds of clapping flesh resonated throughout the room..along with his loud grunts and your muffled moans. “Oh fuck….” Mumbling through lightly clenched jaws. Your eyes shutting and legs shaking fiercely but you refused to break that candy because one thing you knew was that he would not go back on his word or show mercy when he got like this.

flailing those tied hands around, grasping at the back of the sofa, (y/n) clawed at the cushion as some form of support while those deep strokes finally reached the entirety of your swelling sex. He couldn’t believe how fast you were able to open up; those plump pussy lips eating his cock up once it was buried to your hilt. But what truly made you melt were the glares and constant commands being spewed from his mouth. “Ooh fuck…that’s right. Let daddy have it, baby. Hold still and let me fuck that tight pussy..”

Reiner knew just how close you were by the way it was spasming around his base..as if you didn’t want him to pull out. So he wouldn’t…and just to make things a bit more intense and difficult, he’d bring his thumb pad to your very sensitive clit and began stroking it gently; slicking it with another string of saliva in the process. Honestly, it was all he needed to send you over the edge as you let out a loud cry; white toes curling in those shoes on your feet.

reaching up, he’d tug them off, let them tumble to the floor and in one final act to either comfort or completely break you, he’d bring your soft instep to his lips and place a plethora of kisses on it as he fed you rhythmic strokes..faint splashes began to formulate against his chiseled v-line and you’d begin squirming, trying to scoot away from him but he’d slap your little mound because of it; laughing at the sheer desperation on your face. “No cheating..I know you want to come, princess but not yet..so don’t try to run from me again.”

just for you little spat of insubordination, he’d start pounding once more to the point that he was damn near on the couch himself and covering your entire body. “Daddy, please!” Crying out through your makeshift muzzle, barely coherent, yet all that he wanted to was keep stuffing you full of dick. “You better use those fucking words if you want something. Tell me..” his aggression had escalated into full blown bullying you at this point but it couldn’t be helped in all honesty. He was enjoying himself way too much.

“What is it? Do you need to come that badly?..can’t I have this pussy a little bit longer..or do you want me to come?” all of it a mere taunt to your resolve and how weak it was. You always did come too quick and any other time, it’d work to your advantage but now..you had no choice but to hold it in. “If you want my nut, you better squeeze this dick. That shit better grip me so tight..that I never want to pull out..that’s if you can, princess.”

and as it stood, you wouldn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of doing so without forcing your own climax. Still, you had to try and seconds later, you were clamping around his thick cock; akin to that of a kegel and held that position, crying until you felt two heavy pulses inside of you. “Oh my—shit!” And only seconds after that, Reiner would double over, eyes bulging from his skull as he made good on his word and dumped every ounce of his seed into your womb.

a loud grunt followed by sucking his teeth as those heavy balls became depleted of all his nut and entered your womb. It was practically spilling out by the time he finished. “Fuuuuck! That’s my good girl..you did exactly as I asked. And look at that, still holding that candy cane.”

spent but not out for the count, Reiner would brush your forehead with one hand whilst placing a knee into the couch cushion by your side and sinking his other set of fingers into your sore, abused cunt. You were looking down at his forearm, normally blocked by the view of your cute, chubby tummy he loved so much. But you could spot his knuckles working around that hole and feel them even more intensely. So much so, you were jolting around as he drummed out yours next.

“..so now I guess it’s your turn. Squirt on my fingers, babe. Come for me..right fucking now and don’t make me say it again.”

that certain grimace in his voice that drove you crazy. Being manhandled like this was going to make it hard to behave from now on. You’d provoke him more often if this was the result. However, as he drummed out those dripping fluids..splattering them everywhere, he’d snatch that candy from your mouth and that tie from your wrists to listen to those loud, earth shattering moans.

“Ahhh! Fuck, fuck! I’m coming..so fucking hard!” Loving every second of those beautiful waterworks. It was only after you finished that he’d retract those fingers and dangle them above your newly freed mouth, letting your sweet juices drip onto your tongue. “I know and I’m so proud of you..but we’re not done.” Feeding you a faint tap to the cheek before ushering you onto your knees.

he wanted to fuck you from the back now and he didn’t even give you time to get well adjusted before your husband was tugging you by your hips to his pelvis. He’d give you only a few slaps to your slit with that heavy appendage when he felt you grasping for it on your own. “Well put it in yourself then..I don’t mind.” Loving your initiative and as your smaller hands clutched his shaft, you’d glide the tip to your hole; those thick lips splaying and splitting open at his reentrance.

“Matter of fact, show me some of those moves from earlier…do it with this dick inside ya’..dance for me, princess.” Demanding that you bounce those heavy cheeks buck against him as your entrance swallowed it whole. “Mmm..yeah. Like that. Make that ass bounce and fuck me back.” It was always something about back shots..causing him to lose his composure with you. Sounds of smacking flesh arose yet again and (y/n) decided to take a glance back to look at your aftermath.

“Like this, daddy? Am I doing a good job?” The faux innocence in your voice was making him feral and when you’d twerk and wind with his cock still nestled deep, Reiner had to toss his head back and let you take the reigns. “Oh, it’s fucking amazing, sweetheart…best damn pussy in the world.”

by this time, his vulnerability was apparent by his whiny voice and it seemed that he wasn’t going last long this way either. With your juicy ass colliding with his chiseled and and v-line, it was too much of a sight to bare. You always had this effect on him but he wouldn’t change it for a thing. Eventually, he’d raise his leg to the sofa for more leverage and ended up burrowed over you yet again. Straight beating your shit up without even breaking stride.

“Ah, fuck! Gonna make me come twice inside of that tight pussy..filling you up like the little cumslut you are.” His hands crossed around the small of your back, guiding you at his leisure while he bucked his hips.

and not before long, you’d feel those all too familiar pulses inside of you, in addition to his voice cracking and becoming high pitched. He couldn’t take staring into your eyes so Reiner pushed your head down as you took his dick like a champ. “Take it..take this fucking nut, princess. Let me fuck a baby into you. Please!..”

he had grown down right desperate but luckily for him, it worked in his favor and you’d reach between your thighs to stroke your bud, encouraging him to come one last time, promising to do it with him simultaneously. “Ready?” “Yes!”

on the silent three count, both of your bodies instantly froze before collapsing into complete ecstasy. Riding out those orgasms on one another; melding as one. You, showering him with sticky secretions and him pumping you full of his warm, white semen that created an absolute gorgeous mess..of loud screams and squelching.

neither of you could take another second once you came down to revel in the afterglow but as a final gesture to soothe and thank you for allowing him to do such a thing, Reiner placed a trail of kisses up the curvature of your spine. And that seemed to be all he needed because he had now himself into sobriety!

coming to his senses, he too would fall onto the couch and drag you into a tight embrace along with him.

“Merry Christmas, princess. Hope I didn’t act too crazy.”

to which you’d giggle and bop his nose with your fingers.

“Yeah, but after that..I think I can let it slide.”

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