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another-lost-mc · 1 year

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The Date [Part 2] | KARASU x gn!Reader

2k words | SFW | Fluff | Developing Relationship

Content warnings: Cute first date! Protective/teasing Lucifer, lots of fluff with a bit of awkward flirting.

Feathered Friends AU: [Part 1] [NSFW Part 3]

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You’ve gone on dates before, so why are you so nervous?

No, it’s not even a date. It’s dinner - a casual, friendly dinner with Karasu.

So what if you talk to him every day, or if he visited you at the House of Lamentation twice this week? You’re still not sure how you didn’t notice he left his tie on your desk, but he looked so happy to see you when he came back for it the next day. He even brought a box of pastries from Madam Scream’s for you to share with everyone.

When you mentioned to Lucifer last night you wouldn’t be home for dinner, he didn’t seem the least bit surprised when you said you were going out for a totally normal dinner with Karasu.

“It’s not a problem, is it?” you asked him. Lucifer seemed surprised at first when you told him who you had plans with, but then his look became contemplative.

“No, not at all. I’ve seen him at formal gatherings in the past, but he’s not known for being sociable.” Lucifer tapped his chin. “But I suppose there are worse demons you could be interested in. He might do a better job keeping an eye on you than my brothers have been.”

“I’m not - it’s not like that, we’re just -” you sputtered as your cheeks grew warm. It didn’t help that your D.D.D. suddenly pinged with a new message, and you resisted the urge to check to see what Kara-what the person wanted.

Lucifer’s amused smirk didn’t help matters, but he waved you out of his private study. “Go on, it seems that your not-a-date requires your attention.”

Karasu promised he would meet you at RAD and take you to dinner afterwards at Hell’s Kitchen. He originally offered to make reservations at Ristorante Six, but you balked at his suggestion and requested something a little less formal (and expensive). You can’t help but glance down at your RAD uniform, wrinkled slightly from a busy day of classes and following the demon brothers around while they got up to their usual antics.

Your hands are clammy and you feel like you’re sweating through your uniform. You try to smooth down your jacket and wonder if you have time to go home and change quickly, but Mammon suddenly nudges your shoulder. “Hey, what’s with the crow?”

Your eyes shoot up and you see Karasu standing near the campus gates. His outfit is a bit less formal than you’re used to; he’s still wearing a suit, but his tie is gone and the top buttons of his shirt are undone. He looks - he looks so -

“Good evening,” he greets everyone smoothly as your group approaches him. He meets your gaze and a small smile spreads across his face. “I believe my friend and I have reservations at Hell’s Kitchen, but it was nice to see you all again.”

Lucifer stops in front of Karasu and they exchange a few hushed words you can’t hear. Some of the brothers snicker (and you think the disgruntled rumbling comes from Levi) when Karasu shakes Lucifer’s hand like this is some formal meet-the-parent thing. It’s not that big of a deal! It’s dinner, and–

“I expect you’ll escort them home at a reasonable hour,” Lucifer drawls quietly. His voice interrupts your flustered inner monologue, and there’s an amused glint in his eye that you know is meant to make you squirm under his scrutiny.

Karasu doesn’t seem to get the joke, but he nods solemnly anyway. “Of course.” He turns to you and holds out his arm. You hesitate only for a moment before you link your arm with his and try to stamp down the wave of shyness fluttering in your belly. Lucifer steers his brothers towards home, and Mammon’s nosy protests - yo, where are they goin’?! - fade away.

When you’re finally alone, Karasu offers you a beaming, genuine smile. “Shall we?”

You’re not sure what to expect when Karasu escorts you to dinner. Hell’s Kitchen can be rambunctious during the evening service hours, but he planned ahead and reserved a corner booth near the back of the dining area. Not only does it offer you a bit more privacy, but it’s not as noisy, either. You both look relieved when you take your seats and finally relax.

Karasu has some difficulty picking something off the menu. He bites his lip when he concentrates on skimming his options on the menu - it’s kind of cute. “I’m afraid I don’t eat out often,” he admits bashfully while he flips through the pages.

Eventually he settles on a salad of Devildom greens, seeds, and something cooked extra-rare. It doesn’t take long for your dishes to arrive; he hums happily after his first forkful of food. He asks how you’re enjoying your own dish, and he shyly accepts a bit of your own entrée when you offer it to him.

Conversation flows slowly but comfortably between bites of delicious food. Karasu asks you about your classes, your new computer, and how things are going at the House of Lamentation. You tell him about a book you borrowed from Satan that you’ve been reading and that Beel has been helping you try new Devildom foods and drinks. He seems pleased the brothers are opening up to you more than they were before.

“And how have things been with Leviathan?” he asks curiously, looking down at his plate.

Huh. “Fine, I think? He asked if I wanted to borrow a game he bought off Akuzon. He said he didn’t like it but he couldn’t return it because it was used.” Now that you think about it, he hasn’t insulted you in a couple days. Maybe he was going through a rougher adjustment period than his brothers were after your arrival?

Karasu looks thoughtful while he chews his food. He’s silent for a moment, and the smile he offers you is wide and shows a hint of teeth. “Good,” he says, nodding towards your nearly-empty plate. “Are you still hungry? You can order something else if you like.”

You laugh and shake your head. “Who do you think I am, Beel?”

But Karasu’s smile is teasing now, and he pretends to look around for the server so he can order more food for you. You shake your head and put your hand on his to stop him from calling someone over. He startles a bit at your touch, and his eyes are wide with surprise when he turns towards you.

“I’m not hungry. Well, mostly.” You bite your lip. “Maybe we can split a dessert?”

Karasu doesn’t like sweets very much, and everything on Hell’s Kitchen dessert menu is loaded with more sugar and chocolate than he would enjoy. He doesn’t want to ruin the mood, so he hands you the dessert menu and watches you flip through the pages excitedly. He figures he can stomach a forkful or two of dessert for you, if it’ll make you as happy as you are now.

Dessert isn't such a horrible disaster after all. Karasu doesn’t realize that he crinkles his nose when you read off all the chocolate-laden dessert options from the tiny menu in your hands. He seems intrigued when you find a fruit salad option that comes with various dips on the side, and you order that for both of you to share.

You sip your water and let him pick some of the fruit pieces first; you’re curious to see what he likes and what he avoids. He skips over the chocolate dip entirely and slides the small dish across the table to you. You both giggle happily when you each eat your fruit and realize how ridiculous you’re being.

When the server comes to the table to collect your dessert dishes, they lean towards you and say in a mock whisper, “The bill’s already been paid.” They nod toward Karasu and wink at you before they walk away.

You look down and reach into your pocket for your wallet. You’re determined to pay for something tonight - the dessert, your drink, the server’s tip - because you’re not sure you want to get your hopes up and assume this perfectly normal dinner between two friends is anything more than that.

The offer dies in your throat when you meet Karasu’s gaze. He’s resting his elbows on the table and his chin is sitting on his folded hands. His eyes are so warm and fond, and there’s that little smile of his - the one that seems reserved for you, the one you never see him use with anyone else.

He knows what you’re going to say, and he shakes his head. “Maybe next time,” he murmurs, but you both know it’s a lie. His eyes darken the longer he stares at you, and your cheeks heat up - suddenly, you can’t bring yourself to care when he looks at you like that.

As promised, Karasu walks you home before it gets too late so Lucifer doesn't start pestering you about your whereabouts. You’re full from dinner and dessert, and the earlier feelings of nervousness are replaced with satisfaction and contentment. You talk quietly about mundane, random topics - but more often than not, you simply enjoy each other’s quiet company.

Your arms brush against each other when you walk, and the first few times your fingers touch, you pull away nervously. You glance at him from the corner of your eye to try and gauge his reaction. Eventually, you both glance at each other at the same time, and his grin is just as shy as yours. You make the impulsive leap to finally lace your fingers together with his; he looks straight ahead, but he’s still smiling and his hand squeezes yours. Neither of you speak as you approach the House of Lamentation, but it finally feels like you don’t need to.

When you’re both standing outside the front door, Karasu rocks back and forth on his heels - a rare sign of nervousness for him. “Thank you for joining me tonight,” he says politely, but his voice is a bit lower now, and it feels more intimate than the times he speaks to you in public with others nearby.

You’re learning so much about him, but…

“Kay?” you say his name nervously. “Was tonight a date?” You’re so certain that it was, but that little voice full of self-doubt is telling you not to get too ahead of yourself.

He frowns and he looks down at your hands that are still locked together between you. “Well, yes, I thought I made that clear. Was it not obvious?”

A bit of nervous laughter bubbles out of you and you shake your head. “I wanted to make sure I wasn’t misinterpreting things. You’re…” Thoughtful? Wonderful? Too handsome for someone as plain as me? “...you’re amazing, and tonight was perfect. Thank you.”

He’s not smiling at you anymore, but his eyes are glossy and shimmer like deep ruby pools you could drown in if you’re not careful. His eyes flicker between yours, and he glances down at your lips. Your breath hitches with anticipation, but you’re just as surprised when he brings the back of your hand to his lips and brushes a kiss there. It’s a soft, sweet gesture, but it feels like more. You let your fingers detangle from his when he finally steps back.

“Sweet dreams. I’ll speak to you tomorrow,” he promises.

You open the door and step inside after you wish him goodnight one more time. When you slip inside and the door closes behind you, Karasu disappears in a gust of wind and flurry of black feathers.

You walk to your room in a daze. You have enough sense to let Lucifer know you’ve returned home safely, but you ignore his other prying questions while you get ready for bed. Karasu only sends you one more message to let you know he arrived home safely and he hopes you sleep well.

You trace the back of your hand with your fingertips and bring them to your lips, and you think about the possibility of next time as you finally drift off to sleep.

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kyberblade · 2 years

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Back To You (Din x Reader) - Part 9

A/N: We are on Trask!!! I have been waiting for this since the beginning! Lots happening, things developing, ahhhhhhh! Again, this has a bit of show dialogue but it was necessary. Also, once again, there is some lore in this that @writerlyhabits wrote in a fantastic short, and I loved it so much, I asked if I could use it.

(This takes place right where the other one left off and goes into the middle of episode 2x3/11, The Heiress.)

I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, Grogu being the cutest thing you ever did see, and Din is once again a warning in and of himself in this one. Typical show violence. Space swearing.

Word count: 9,532 (*heavy breathing again*)

As always, thanks to @grippingbeskar for encouraging me, looking over this for me, and being the one to introduce me to Din fanfiction in the first place, getting me hooked. You are fantastic and I always love our chats.

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Xxx

You woke to an alarm blaring in the small cockpit. The screen in front of Din blinked a bright red message. Rubbing your eyes, you looked around the cabin blearily, the child mirroring you as he let out a sleepy coo. Looking up through the viewport, a large, blue planet was looming.

So much water.

Your mouth fell open slightly as you stared, lost in the thought of lapping waves and rolling boats, the sound of running water a luxury you’d yet to encounter.

Coruscant had bodies of water, but they were all fake, manmade. They had an air of artificial to them, a faint grime around the edges. The mechanics pulling the strings in the background just under the surface if you looked hard enough. The sound of running water with the dull undertone of a water pump. The whir of the filtration system.

The child stretching in your lap drew your attention away from the giant blue orb, the smile making its way up your face reminding you of the very real little world right in front of you.

“Looks like we made it.” Din’s voice was still slightly sleepy, making your smile grow just a little. Good. He needed it. “Get ready for landing.” He began flipping switches like always, turning to some on his left, smacking the panel when nothing happened. Well, nothing but a loud clunk from below. “Dank farrik!” The Frog Lady croaked a small sound of question, and he sighed. “The landing array isn’t responding.” He continued to press more buttons, flip more switches, and you began to wonder if half of them even really did anything.

“Without the guidance system, it’ll be a manual re-entry. It might get a little choppy.” The display in front of him displayed some message you couldn’t quite make out from where you were, a red blinking alert the only obvious thing. “Once we’re through the atmosphere, there should be enough fuel to slow us down.” He grew quiet, and you didn’t like it, not one bit. “If we don’t burn to a crisp.”

“If we don’t what?” You deadpanned before Din suddenly pulled the ship up, the belly of the Crest plummeting toward the surface of the planet, flames shooting up around the viewport, and painting the cockpit in an eerie glow.

Your stomach lurched, the almost free fall making you feel like you could float, but also like a mountain was weighing you down. The cockpit began to shake, jolts making the drop of your stomach even worse with each jostle. Each little dip made the kids ears flap, and it would have been amusing if the room wasn’t painted in fire.

Alarms started blaring, and Din was quick to flick them off. “Come up here. I need your hands!” The Frog Lady began to rise, setting her eggs on the seat in her place, but you were quick to intervene.

On your feet instantly, you placed the child where you had been before turning to the other passenger. Placing your hand on her shoulder, her head turning to look at you, you gestured her back to her seat. “You hold tight to your eggs. I’ve got this.” Turning to the console, you staggered a bit as the ship hit some turbulence, the flames through the transparisteel flaring briefly.

Din looked up at you for just a moment before turning his attention back out the viewport. “This lever needs to stay back. Can you do that?” He gestured to a large silver lever on his right almost flippantly, quickly getting the steering back in his grip.

Taking it in both hands and pulling back, you nodded. Anchoring your feet a little wider to help stabilize yourself, you bent your knees slightly to help absorb some of the shock each jostle of the ship sent up through you.

“Keep it steady,” Din said quietly, almost to himself.

“Same goes for you,” you teased lowly, smiling when the faintest scoff came through his vocoder.

“Here we go.”

You fell in silence, aside from the roar of the flames, their dance creating a rise and fall in the constant hum. Rolling your fingers on the handle, you adjusted your grip, tightening your hold as your hands began to sweat.

A voice came over the comm, a woman, pleasant, and completely out of place in the situation. So much so you almost laughed. But a strong jolt of turbulence made you swallow your amusement. “Razor Crest, this is Trask flight control. Please reduce your speed to port protocol.”

Through the viewport you could begin to see a grey, almost dismal looking city, surrounded by water. The flames went all the way out, letting you see just how far the water spread around you.

“I’m trying my best here.” You couldn’t tell if Din was addressing her or just talking out loud. “Engage reverse thrusters.” He turned his head towards the kid. “Brace!”

You turned sideways, holding the lever with one hand, and reached out a hand to lean against the egg container in the Frog Lady’s lap right behind you. One of her hands slipped over yours to help hold you still, and you looked up, meeting her large black eyes. Nodding once her way, she returned the gesture, a small smile quirking up one side of your face before you turned back to the disaster out the viewport, adjusting your stance slightly.

Din threw a lever near the one you were holding forward, and the ship began to teeter in the air, leaning slightly back and forth like a ship on the water, one of the engines sputtering violently.

“Hold on,” he warned, his tone almost nervous. You tightened your grip on the lever.

“Razor Crest, do you copy? You have to reduce speed.”

“Almost there, almost there.” It almost sounded like he was talking to himself.

The child laughed, drawing your attention his way, your eyebrows wrinkling together at him skeptically. “He’s truly your son, Din. A true chaos gremlin.”

“Razor Crest, do you copy?”

The display began alerting again, insistently, this time with a green alert, helping you to swallow just a little anxiety.

“Razor Crest, you’re coming in too fast. You have to re-” Din reached forward, flipping a switch and the voice stopped abruptly. It was almost peaceful. Until you remembered where you were.

The ship slowed suddenly, hovering above a landing pad, slowly descending. You relaxed, releasing the lever tentatively at first, then fully when it stayed. The green circle flashed on the screen, and you watched as Din steered the ship with the tiniest of movements.

“Here we go. Nice and easy.”

You let your weight off of the egg container, squeezing the Frog Lady’s hand in thanks, and she croaked softly at you.

Suddenly the right engine exploded, sending the ship lurching to the left, and off the side of the pad. Losing your balance, the Frog Lady was quick to clutch your hand tight again, trying to haul you back up towards her.

Looking out the viewport, you saw water surround the ship as you scrambled up, grabbing the Frog Lady’s seat to pull yourself upright, the ship at a precarious angle.

With a muted thud the Razor Crest settled on the bottom of the bay, various fish beginning to circle and dart around quickly as a layer of silt settled.

You took a few deep breaths, releasing the chair in your grasp. Walking up behind Din, you put your hands on your hips as you stared out the viewport.

“Now, I’m confused,” you began, voice almost a drawl, making Din groan softly. “Was that a landing or a crashing?” Looking down toward the Mandalorian, you saw he cradled his helmet in his hand, slowly shaking his head back and forth at your antics.

Xxx

You’d begun to doze off, leaning up against the back wall of the cockpit with your arms crossed over your chest. There had been enough sitting on the journey between the ice ball to this water ball, and if you were being honest, you were getting a little antsy.

A jolt made you snap your head up, eyes darting around the cabin. A groan sounded from above, like metal under pressure, and suddenly your feet were struggling to find your footing. The Razor Crest teetered back and forth, wobbling precariously in the air as a giant crane lifted it out of the water. As the water poured away from the viewport, you could see through the few remaining streaks, the crane was on four legs like some massive beast, and it walked through the water as if it were a puddle.

Putting your arms out to stabilize yourself, you tilted your neck back to look straight up through the transparisteel at the crane high above the Crest.

The ship was set back down on the pad with a gentle thud, the rush of water emptying the deck below you sending vibrations under your feet.

Looking out the viewport once again, you felt a stirring in the air around you. It was muted, a quiet whisper, but it tickled your senses all the same. Din said something as he scooped up the kid, placing him in the floating pram, but he was muffled, like he was talking underwater.

The Frog Lady croaked something from her seat and she sounded distant, like an echo in a cave. The child squealed, and you swore he was miles off, a sound on the wind.

A chill ran down your spine, not of fear, but excitement, anticipation…. A sense of finally crawling under your skin, but finally what, you didn’t know.

Din’s voice echoed closer, clearing up with each word he said, finally jolting everything back to normal when he lightly grabbed your upper arm. “Are you okay?”

Looking around the cockpit, you found it was only the two of you, the sounds of the child's pram and the Frog Lady’s footsteps heard on the deck below.

“I’m fine,” you tried a small smile, turning his way. “Thanks.”

“What happened? You didn’t respond for about a minute.”

“Nothing. Something. I don’t know.” You turned back to look out the viewport, bracing your weight on the headrests of both copilot seats. “I don’t know.”

Taking a deep breath as you felt the mental fog rolling on the horizon, you squinted your eyes, shaking your head to try and clear the cobwebs. “Did you need something?”

He shifted his weight, reaching into his belt and withdrawing your knife.

“Oh, you cleaned it. Thanks!” You smiled up at him as he pressed it into your palm, visor tilted down towards you. Looking down at the blade, you paused when you noticed something near the hilt, glinting as it caught a small ray of sunlight that came through a break in the overcast sky.

After studying it for a moment, bringing it closer to your face, tilting it back and forth, you turned your gaze back up towards his visor in question. You swallowed, words dying on the tip of your tongue.

“When you killed the spider to save the kid, it was your first kill.” You looked back down to the knife, holding it delicately and staring at it as he continued, trying to remember how to breathe. You knew enough to know this was important. “It was a noble kill. If you were a Mandalorian, you would have earned your signet.”

You grimaced, looking up at him with a tight face, and he laughed. “I know, you hate spiders.”

“That would not have been pleasant.” You looked back down to the blade, rubbing your thumb softly back and forth over the etching.

“From the time you stepped onto my ship, actually, if I’m being honest, probably even before that, you've been a member of my clan. For years you’ve been my closest friend. The only thing I wanted to come back to after a bounty. You've proven several times over your strength, persistence, and willingness to do whatever is needed to protect the kid. It was time we made it official.”

“I’d protect you, too.” You tilted your head back to look him in the eyes, his head tilting to the side just slightly. “Not that you ever really need it, but I’d protect you, too.”

The child squawked from somewhere below, drawing both of your gazes in that direction.

“Thank you,” your voice was quiet. You didn’t feel you could trust it much further right now. Tucking the knife into your belt, you looked back up to the Mandalorian. “I’ll wear it with honor.”

Din hesitated, his weight shifting almost nervously, his hands clenching into fists at his side. He took a deep breath, lifting a hand as if to gesture, the start of a breath passing through his modulator before it stopped abruptly, turning into a frustrated sigh. His hand fell back to his side as he stared at you a moment longer before turning to leave the cockpit. “Let’s go.”

Xxx

Din POV

Din kicked himself as he went over and over what he had said to you. It was just a small omission, it didn’t really matter in the scheme of things did it?

Technically, he hadn’t crafted the knife himself, so it was a sort of grey area. He rolled his eyes as he mulled over the loopholes, always landing back on having to tell you sooner rather than later. But no matter whether he had made it or not, it still bore his signet, and that wasn’t something given to just anybody.

His lips faded into a tight line as he watched you climb down the ladder, eyes catching on the glint of his signet with each step you took.

He’d do it before you left Trask. He had to. Right?

What good was it after all if everything just stayed the same? Sure, a member joining his clan was good news, but there was something that was even better news, he just had to find the courage to tell you.

I will wear it with honor.

Even though you weren’t Mandalorian, you knew the right words to say. Of course you did. Because if you didn’t, this would all be easier. On some level, you already knew, and that’s part of what made this so difficult for him. Something about coming clean scared him.

He watched you walk ahead of him, walking up to the Frog Lady and giving her a hug in thanks for all she had done over the past few days. A small smile climbed slowly up his face at the sight, dipping slightly when he realized.

He wasn’t scared of telling you.

He wasn’t scared of you knowing.

He was scared of you walking away.

His breath caught in his chest when you turned to look at him, your eyebrow raised in question. With a quick tilt of your head behind you gesturing him over, you smiled, standing rooted to the spot as you waited for him.

He tried to remember how to breathe as he made his way over, almost losing the fight when your smile grew as he drew closer. Falling into step beside one another, something clicked, and somehow he knew everything would work itself out.

The child cooed from his floating pram beside you, both of you turning to look at his bright eyes.

You were a clan of three.

Xxx

Normal POV

“So, how can I help you?” The Mon Calamari attendant asks easily as you approach.

“Can you fix it?” Din’s voice is a deadpan, and you almost giggle at the exchange.

Turning to the Frog Lady as he continues to speak to the mechanic, you give her another hug, this one quick, laughing when she croaks in surprise. Pulling back, you keep your arms on her shoulders. “Thank you, again. For everything. I don’t think we would have made it without you.”

She croaked something to you, tossing her head emphatically as she did, making you smile.

“Okay, maybe we would have, but it would have been much harder.”

She nodded once, a soft croak of agreement tumbling out with it, and your smile grew a bit bigger. You still didn’t understand her language, but you could understand her.

She turned to survey the dock, adjusting the strap of her egg container as she did. Din came up beside you with a heavy sigh, shaking his head when you arched a brow at him in question, the kid floating right beside him.

The Frog Lady took a few steps then began to call out, looking back and forth down the dock when she got no response until….

A much deeper croak came from the opposite end. Her head perked up and she squealed, running that direction, quickly disappearing in the crowd of people milling about.

You and Din exchanged a look before following her, finding her kneeling next to a blue Frog Man, their heads pressed together, eyes closed and soft little grunts and croaks breaking the silence. They pulled apart and shared a soft look, her hands on his face, before they drew further back and looked at the eggs lovingly.

The child whined as he eyed the eggs, looking up at Din with a pitiful expression.

Looking down at the child, Din sighed. “I know you're hungry. We’ll get you something to eat.”

The child’s ears drooped as he turned back towards the eggs again.

You reached out a finger to scratch the top of his head between his ears, making them perk up just slightly.

The Frog Man rose to his feet, approaching Din and extending his hand in thanks.

“You’re welcome,” Din spoke softly. “I was told you could lead me to others of my kind.”

You felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, the feeling from back on the ship surrounding you once again. Everything echoed, and faded until it was just a muted hum in the background. Suddenly, as clear as day, you hear your own voice, as if it was standing next to you. You whip your head to the side at the sound of your name, looking to the other side when it’s whispered somewhere close by. You hear your own voice say a myriad of things from all different directions, but whenever you turn to look for the source, you just see dockworkers milling about.

“It’s here.”

“You’ve come.”

“At last.”

“Just a little bit further….”

“Come quick!”

“Stop!”

“Go!”

Your own laughter lilted on the breeze as it lightly tickled your face.

Looking to the side in an attempt to find the source, you see a figure in a black robe watching from beside some crates. They disappear after a few people pass between you, and you blink a few times, wondering if you imagined it.

Din’s hand once again on your arm draws you back, sounds rushing in at warp speed, everything tilting back on its axis. “You did it again.”

“Sorry,” you mumble, staring at the now vacant spot the hooded figure had stood. “Thought I saw something.” You turned to face him. “Probably just jet-lagged.”

He nodded, but you could read his body language. His tight shoulders told you he didn’t believe you. Giving your arm a squeeze before he lowered his hand, he gave a nod before stepping back just a bit. “We’ll get you and the kid some food and a place to stay while I find the Mandalorians.”

“If you think after the last few weeks that I’m not coming with you, you haven’t been paying attention, Mando.” He sighed. “But I won’t say no to some food. I’m not that tired.”

Xxx

Maybe you should have said no to the food.

You watched with disgust as a hose filled the bowl in front of you and then the child with chowder, large lumps plopping down, and then the mixture began to move as if it were alive, which you wouldn’t doubt it probably was.

It was times like this you envied Din his helmet. Don’t want to eat something dubious? Blame the creed. Want to make faces at the chowder that is about to sprout legs and walk away? Blame the creed. Wanted to blatantly stare at someone? Well, you couldn’t blame the creed for that one, but it was useful to be hidden in that case. You stabbed your chowder bitterly with your spoon as your eyes darted up towards your beskar covered travel companion briefly.

He was watching you with amusement, helmet tilted just so. You lifted your head to look at him fully, glaring his way and sticking your tongue out at him, earning a chuckle through the modulator.

“You teach that to the kid and I’ll have to reconsider those flamethrowers….” He mumbled playfully.

Your face fell to a neutral state, stunned that he was the one who brought it up this time.

“Wait. What? Did we actually crash and I hit my head or something, or did you just seriously say something about flamethrowers much less about me getting flamethrowers?”

“If you were paying attention, I actually said something about you not getting flamethrowers.”

You narrowed your eyebrows at him, lips pressing forward in an angry pucker, and he laughed. “Don’t toy with me, Mando. Not about this. If you get on my bad side, you’ll be the first thing I roast when I do get my flamethrowers.”

“It’s not a threat when it’s what’s going to happen anyway,” he teased. “If you ever got them, I stand by what I said on Tatooine. You’d destroy my ship in two seconds.”

“And I said five, remember?”

“Is that supposed to make it better?”

“It’s longer, isn’t it?”

He hummed in response, shaking his head gently at you as you finally smiled.

“I would do my utmost best to try and not destroy the Crest.”

“Would you now?”

“….Right away.”

He snorted, shaking his head at you again before turning toward the Quarren who was coming over to sit at your table and discuss the Mandalorians.

The child let out a shriek, both of you turning his way to find a cephalopod creature dripping soup attached to the kid’s face.

“Don’t play with your food,” Din deadpanned, lifting his vibroblade and lightly poking the creature, making it plop back into the soup.

The child looked to him in shock before looking at you, then down into the bowl, lifting himself up a bit to get a better view.

You bit your lip to keep from laughing at the streaks of soup all over the child’s face. You reached for Din’s cape where he sat on the other side of the child, wiping the kid’s face clean as Din and the Quarren spoke. He struggled against you at first, whining lightly, but you pulled the cape away, looking down at him as you held his little face between your thumb and forefinger, and he quieted down when you raised an eyebrow at him.

Smiling softly, you finished cleaning him up before pushing his bowl of soup back in front of him in his little highchair, wiping your hands off on Din’s cape before letting it fall back behind him with a gentle swoosh.

The Quarren was just leaving, so you smiled at him as he walked past, trying to not show the crawling sense of dread you felt. Turning back to Din, you waited for him to speak.

“That’s not a napkin, you know.”

“I know. But do you have a napkin?”

“No.”

“Maybe in those magic vambraces of yours?”

He snorted another soft laugh.

“Right. Anyway.” You pushed your bowl of chowder in front of the child as he slurped up the last of his, his eyes lighting up at the sight. “I don’t trust him.”

“Neither do I, but it’s all we have to go on at the moment.” He looked at the child as he happily ate your chowder. “You need to eat.”

“I’ll grab some rations off the Crest before we go.” You stared at the kid’s empty bowl in disgust. “They have to be better than this.” You looked back up at his visor. “What about you? You need to eat, too.”

“I ate while you all slept on the way here. I’ll be fine for now.”

You narrowed your eyebrows at him in suspicion. “So while you were supposed to be sleeping, you etched my knife, ate, and didn’t sleep.” He grunted in response. “You have very poor time management skills.”

“Those flamethrowers are looking further and further away by the minute,” he mused, rising to his feet.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

Xxx

You stood by the railing of the ship, staring out at the grey waters as they rolled by.

The kid’s pram floated to your right, and Din stood behind you, hand on his blaster while he acted as a barrier between you and the crew.

You began to feel off again, the sounds of the waves becoming the only sound you could focus on, the hush of indistinct whispers swirling above the ebb and flow as they crashed against the hull of the ship.

There had to be something in the air on this planet, something making you hallucinate. That or you were going crazy. Maybe the doors had gotten sucked off their rails and this is what your hell was like.

A crew member shouting at another drew your focus back, making you blink rapidly to try and clear the fog.

“You ever see a mamacore eat? Quite a sight,” the Quarren slowly made his way closer, feigning friendliness. Something about him was just off. “Child might take an interest.” Your heckles rise when he mentions the child, and your hand slowly goes to rest on the hilt of your knife.

The kid coos softly, and you dart your eyes to him. He does look curious. Your gaze softens but your grip on the knife tightens.

“You should take a look. Come on over here.” With a jerk of his head, he gestures your little party of three over toward the center of the ship. You follow last, keeping the pram close at hand should something go sideways. “Get a good view. Let the kid see.”

Sighing, you walk around to the other side of Din, letting the cradle float closer to the edge of a hole that opens up, revealing more water.

“All right, close enough,” Din says softly, stopping the child right by the edge.

“There we go,” the Quarren grunts, pulling on a rope that makes a massive net full of fish move over the little pool of water and another presses a button that makes the fish release into it. Bubbles start to come to the surface, and your gut starts to sink. Something isn’t right.

“She must be hungry. Oftentimes we’ll feed her in the early morning, but we missed that ‘cause we were goin’ out of port!” On the last word he used his spear to hit the cradle and send the child into the vat, rings of teeth rising up out of the water and swallowing the pram right after the shields closed the child in.

“No!” Din grunted, turning and diving in after the kid as soon as the monster disappeared with him below the water.

“Din!” You screamed after him, moving to get closer to the edge, but one of the crew cut you off, backing you up until your spine pressed against the cold metal of the ship.

“Lock it up! Go, go! Now! Go!” The Quarren shouted, and the bars rolled back into place over the hole, cutting off Din’s escape route. “The beskar is ours!” He cried in triumph, laughing in a way that made your blood run cold.

Turning your gaze back down to the grate, you tried to reach out and feel for the kid and Din, hoping beyond hope they were somehow miraculously okay. You felt them faintly, but an overwhelming sense of anger crawled up your spine, hatred of the crew surrounding you growing and festering in your gut as you sneered at the man in front of you.

Suddenly Din shot up out of the water, coughing profusely as he grabbed the bars over his head trying to stay afloat.

“Drown him!” The Quarren shouted, and they all began thrusting their spears at him through the grate.

Overwhelming anger flooded your senses, and you stared at the crew member in front of you as he simply watched his friends over his shoulder, laughing. Suddenly he stopped, his spear dropping from his hand with a loud clang that was lost in the chaos of the rest trying to submerge the Mandalorian. He clawed at his throat, gasping for air, and you smiled.

You’d never felt this rage before. It was powerful, full of untapped potential. His body began to shake from lack of oxygen, and you cocked your head to the side as you watched, his wide eyes looking at you with fear. Good.

Out of nowhere, crew members started dropping, blaster fire and the sound of jet packs echoing around the ship bringing you to your senses. The man in front of you slumped forward, coughing, before he lunged at you and hissed, “You, bit-”

Without thinking you drew your blaster and shot him in the leg, making him drop to the deck, screaming as he clutched at the wound. He began to rise and make his way toward you again with a guttural yell of anger, but quickly went limp, falling to the deck again, and not moving again this time.

Looking up, you saw a Mandalorian in blue armor a few feet away with a blaster pointed at your would be attacker. You nodded once in thanks, and they returned it before shooting another two crew members, and headbutting a third.

The ship rang with the sound of beskar striking flesh, blasters firing, and bodies dropping, until it was silent quickly after. The only sound was Din coughing below the grate, and this set you in motion, rushing to the button you had seen them press earlier, smashing your hand down on it.

One of the Mandalorians kneeled at the edge, extending their arm toward Din. “Take my hand.” A woman’s voice, soft and kind. She helped haul him out of the water, and you were immediately at his side, helping him over to a crate to sit on.

“There’s a creature. It has the child,” Din ground out, coughing some more after. You brought your hand to the back of his neck where there was no beskar and rubbed soothing circles.

“On it!” One of the other Mandalorians said, another woman, before she dove into the water without hesitation.

“The child. Help the child.” His voice was hoarse as he addressed the first Mandalorian.

“Don’t worry, brother. We’ve got this.”

From where you were crouched beside Din you couldn’t see but you heard blaster fire underwater, the mamcore roaring, and shortly after the Mandalorian burst out of the water with her jet pack, the kid’s cradle in her arms. It was bent and warped, and you felt like you couldn’t breathe until she ripped off a panel and you saw the kid blinking up at you, perfectly fine.

“Here you go, little one,” she cooed before handing him to Din, who took him quickly, tucking him into his arm and staring at him for a minute before his breathing began to even out.

“Thank you,” he said through heavy breaths, his voice thick with emotion.

You got to your feet, staying right beside Din, and placed a hand on the child’s head as he let out a soft grunt.

“I’ve been searching for more of our kind,” Din began, and you withdrew your hand from the kid, stepping back just a bit to give them space, but Din was quick, and reached out to grab your wrist, keeping you at his side wordlessly, before he let go.

“Well, lucky we found you first,” the Mandalorian who helped him out of the water said.

“I’ve been quested to deliver this child. I was hoping that….” He trailed off as she reached up and removed her helmet. You watched with wide eyes as all three of them removed their helmets. Din rose to his feet, his posture almost menacing. The kid tilted his gaze up to Din with a curious little squeak almost as if asking, Are you gonna take yours off, too?

“Where did you get that armor?” Din’s tone had turned severe. He took a few slow steps toward them, and if they were intimidated, they didn’t show it.

“This armor has been in my family for three generations,” the one who helped him out of the water said. She had short red hair, and equally sharp features.

“You do not cover your face. You are not Mandalorian.”

“He’s one of them,” the one on your right said, the man who had shot the crew member cornering you.

“Dank farrik,” red head muttered, turning slightly to look at him.

“One of what?” Din hissed. You were just as curious as Din, but if even he didn’t know what they were talking about, you weren’t going to get in the middle and ask questions.

Red head considered him for a moment before she sighed. “I am Bo-Katan of Clan Kryze. I was born on Mandalore and fought in the Purge. I am the last of my line. And you are a Child of the Watch.”

“The Watch?” Din’s tone had turned less angry and more curious, but it still held an edge.

She smiled softly. “Children of the Watch are a cult of religious zealots that broke away from Mandalorian society. Their goal is to re-establish the ancient way.”

“There is only one way. The Way of the Mandalore.” Din gently pushed you in front of him, ushering you to the edge of the boat with his hand on the small of your back. Pulling you close, arm tightly around your waist, you suddenly felt the ground fall away from your feet, and looking down, you saw the boat getting smaller and smaller below you.

The spray from the sea stuck to your skin, making you slide against his beskar when you quickly threw your arms around his neck to hold on. But you knew with his grip you weren’t going anywhere.

Xxx

The three of you watched from the shore as the sun set behind the outline of the ship. It was a beautiful sight, until the three Mandalorians took off with their jet packs then a few seconds later the ship exploded.

Flashes of a warzone blinked before your eyes, disappearing as fast as they came, and you narrowed your eyebrows.

What was that?

The face of the crew member that had cornered you flashed before your eyes as you watched the ship sink, and a wave of rage washed over you again, quickly followed by dread. You knew what that was. You weren’t going down that path. You had never meant to. But it tasted so sweet. So easy. So powerful. No. You weren’t going down that path again, end of story. You could have sworn you heard yourself laughing again on the breeze like earlier, your inner voice very amused at your effort to avoid the Dark Side. You rolled your eyes at her and told her to shut up before you turned to follow Din.

It was dark after you went back by the Crest to grab some more rations and last minute supplies. The docks seemed deserted, eerily silent.

Something rattled off to the side, some glass broke, a creature screeched softly in an alley nearby. “Hey! You….” A voice shouted off in front of you, a Quarren coming into view. “You killed my brother.”

Several more Quarrens began to surround you, blasters in hand.

“Let me pass,” Din kept calm, unlike you who thought your heart was going to beat out of your chest at any moment.

The Quarren chuckled darkly. “I don’t think you understand. You killed my brother and now,” the sound of a blaster charging up made your spine straighten, “I’m gonna kill your pet.”

The child whimpered from his spot in Din’s arms, his ears dropping quickly beside his head, eyes cast down.

Suddenly the sound of jet packs filled the air, and three soft thuds followed as the Mandalorians from the ship landed behind you. “He didn’t kill your brother,” Bo-Katan said smoothly, stepping forward. “I did.”

You didn’t even have a chance to reach for your blaster before the Mandalorians had already dropped all the men surrounding your little party.

They all holstered their weapons as you looked around with wide eyes, laughing lightly at Bo-Katan’s next words. “Can we at least buy you a drink?”

Xxx

You leaned against the wall of the inn by the table that housed four Mandalorians and a wizard baby. Arms crossed over your chest, ankles crossed lazily, you leaned back as you listened. Just like earlier on the Crest, you were antsy, sitting for too long between ports.

“Trask is a black market port,” Bo-Katan was saying. “They’re staging weapons that have been bought and sold with the plunders of our planet. We’re seizing those weapons and using them to retake our home world.”

You wanted to scoff but you bit your lip and just rolled your eyes. So they were pirates. Granted, pirates with stringent morals, but pirates nonetheless.

“Once we’ve done that, we’ll seat a new Mandalore on the throne.”

“That planet is cursed,” Din countered, he sounded exhausted. “Anyone who goes there dies. Once the Empire knew they couldn’t control it, they made sure no one else could either.”

“Don’t believe everything you hear. Our enemies wanna separate us. But Mandalorians are stronger together.” She turned to you, eyeing the knife on your hip with a grin. “As I see you already know.”

You felt your cheeks flush at her words, the other two Mandalorians smiling at you as well. Their grins seemed to hold more than just kindness, there was something not being said, and you raised your eyebrow at Din hoping he would clue you in.

“That’s not part of my plan,” he continued instead, turning back to Bo-Katan, and you rolled your eyes again. “I’ve been quested with returning this child to the Jedi.”

She hesitated. “What do you know of the Jedi?”

“Nothing. I was hoping you would help me by Creed.”

All three of the new Mandalorians exchanged loaded glances, and you didn’t like it. What were they hiding? “I can lead you to one of their kind. But first, we need your help on our mission.”

Din’s voice was reserved, like he knew he’d gotten roped into something. “Mission?” He looked up at you and you let your head tilt back against the wall with a gentle thump.

Xxx

You sat in the cockpit of the Crest with the child as the Mandalorians all sat outside on the transparisteel, looking at a massive ship in the distance. Their voices were muffled through the viewport, so you didn't know what they were saying, just who was talking as they all chimed in at different times. The sun was rising, painting the sky in beautiful pinks and blues and oranges, the water below reflecting the grandeur back to the clouds.

You’d gotten a little bit of sleep on the Razor Crest the night before. Repairs were still underway, but Din had insisted on getting some sleep, and the inn was completely full.

Arms across your chest, you looked at each Mandalorian for a brief moment before landing on Din, then turning to the child. “I don’t trust them,” you muttered, the kid squawking what you took as an agreement.

Looking back up toward Din, you found him looking down through the transparisteel at you, head tilted in question. You shrugged before turning back to stare at the brightening skyline.

No, you didn't trust them, but you trusted him.

Xxx

Waiting until the coast was clear, you made your way into the supply closet near the back of the inn. It wasn’t small, but it wasn’t huge, either. It was big enough that you, Din, and the child fit comfortably inside.

“This’ll work,” you mumbled, moving some boxes around to make seating for you and the kid, taking out a ration pack to give him to keep him occupied.

“You could go stay with the Frog Lady,” Din’s voice was quiet as he looked around the space cautiously.

“No, I don’t want to impose. They just had their kid, this is fine. I stayed in one much smaller than this at the bar, remember? Plus, this is like, five times the size of the bunk,” you teased, sitting on a crate beside the child.

He sighed. “Okay. Fine. But first, I got you something to protect yourself.”

You scrunched up your face in confusion. “I already have my blaster, my knife….” Your eyes went wide, your voice a hushed whisper. “Did you get me explosives?”

He laughed loudly. “No,” he drug out the vowel, making you pout. “No, but I did get you these.” Reaching into the bag he had over his shoulder, he pulled out a bundle wrapped in material, handing it to you.

You took it delicately, unwrapping it only to stop breathing at what you found.

There, sitting on your lap glinting in the dim light of the storage closet were two metal vambraces. They looked almost identical to Din’s. You picked them up carefully, holding them as if they would disintegrate under your touch, and looked up at him. “Are these….”

“Beskar.”’

You’d thought the breath had been knocked out of you before. You were wrong. You stared at him for a long minute before turning your gaze back to the vambraces. The only thing you could process for a long moment was your heartbeat in your ears.

“After our incident on the ship,” the corner of your mouth quirked up at his emphasis, and he even chuckled lightly, “I got to thinking. Then Bo-Katan mentioned this is a black market port, and I wondered if them knowing so much about beskar had something more to it. I asked, and she pointed me towards a storehouse known for having beskar pass through. It belonged to the Quarren that tried to attack us on the dock last night, so I felt it justified to take some compensation for the distress he caused.”

You burst out laughing, eyes screwed shut as you clutched the armor to your chest, bending over with the effort. Blinking your eyes open after a moment, you wiped the tears of joy away from your eyes before you looked back at the beskar in your hands.

Quickly looking up at his visor, you whispered, “Do they-”

“Yes,” he sighed. “They have flamethrowers.”

You squealed, looking back at them in admiration. “I can finally burn stuff….”

“See,” Din began, shifting his weight to his other leg. “This is why I was hesitant to give you flamethrowers in the first place. Because you say stuff like that.”

“Oh, hush. You know what I mean.”

“No. No, I don’t think I do.”

You snorted a laugh, tilting the pieces of armor around to admire them from every angle. “They look like yours.”

“We can paint them if you want.”

“No.” You were quick to answer, looking up at him just as fast. “No, I like them like this.” You smiled. “Help me put them on so I don’t blow up the inn?”

Din mumbled something about already regretting this as he came to kneel in front of you, both of you chuckling.

He picked up a pair of gloves you hadn’t even seen that had been hidden under the vambraces in the parcel, handing them to you to put on first. They were a brown leather, soft and supple, and already broken in. The tips of the fingers were missing so you could still handle things easily, but you had extra grip where it counted for things like your blaster and knife. As you slipped them on, he began to speak again, helping you fasten them.

“These already have a whipcord, too, but it’s not going to do anything but make you trip until you know how to use it.”

“Are you speaking from experience?”

He grunted, making you smile.

“There’s a few other things in them I’ll show you later when we’re not in a confined space, but for now….” He looked up to meet your gaze. “Don’t. Touch. Anything.”

“Well that’s just rude,” you mumbled, glaring at him. Mocking him in a ridiculous deep voice, you looked down to the armor now around your arms, tossing your head for emphasis. “Here, I got you an awesome gift, put it on for safety, except don’t touch it.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page.” He got to his feet, ignoring your dropped jaw and scoff at his remark. “I have to go. I shouldn’t be long.”

“Yeah, whatever,” you grumble, twisting your glove needlessly.

He chuckled, turning toward the door, only making it a step before you stopped him.

“Wait, Din.” You stood up, closing the few steps between you. “I’m sorry. Thank you. This really means a lot. More than you’ll ever know, I think.”

He reached out a hand, cupping your cheek softly, his thumb lightly tracing your cheekbone. “I think I know.”

You smiled up at him, nodding. The two of you stood like that for a moment until he gently pulled you into him by the hand on your face, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Be safe,” you whispered, your eyes fluttering shut, your hands reaching up and gripping tightly into his cowl.

“Same goes for you,” he whispered back, his other hand making its way around your waist and holding you tight.

He went to pull you tighter still, and a beeping sounded between you, making him push you away quickly, grabbing your arm and disengaging whatever had been bumped.

You looked at him with wide eyes, trying not to laugh. “That was all you.” He tilted his visor at you, a grin finally climbing your face. “But I see what you mean. I’ll be careful.”

He nodded once, letting go of your arm carefully, before turning to the kid and rubbing the tip of his ear as he cooed up at his caretaker. Then he turned and left the closet, the door hissing shut behind him and leaving you and the kid in silence.

Turning to the child, you clapped your hands together, admiring the shine of the beskar even in the dim light. “So. What do ya wanna do, kiddo?”

Xxx

The child had fallen asleep not long after that, and you were grateful. You sat in the silence, studying the different aspects of the vambraces - but not touching them - when you heard a whisper, making you jolt upright. Looking over your shoulder, you tried to find the source, the indistinct voice mumbling somewhere in the darkness of the closet behind you.

Slowly rising to your feet, the voices grew stronger, words coming through clearer, but still not making any sense.

You felt drawn to a particular box, dark grey, almost black, with the stamp of the Empire in the corner.

Reaching out, you ran your finger over the symbol, almost feeling like something shocked you, and pulling away quickly, cradling your hand. After studying the box for a minute, you reached back out slowly, tracing the seams until you found the button to release the latch. Pressing it firmly, you stepped back when it hissed open, a lone metal cylinder sitting in the middle of the box.

Something drew you in, told you to touch it, to hold it, to pick it up.

Reaching out tentatively, you ran your finger along it’s edge, and instantly you were drawn out of time, thrown into darkness, a place suspended above everything else.

The world streaked away in blurs of color, coming back into focus in a warzone. People ran right beside you, nearly brushing your arm with their own, but you didn’t even feel a breeze as they rushed by. Spinning around quickly, you saw dozens of people running from blaster fire, and failing.

A ship zoomed overhead, making you duck, hands over your head out of instinct. You couldn’t feel the people, but you could smell the explosions, the acrid smell of burning homes and other structures tickling your nose. You could feel the heat as waves of fire licked a dwelling near you. You could feel the explosions concuss in your chest.

A young family turning around the corner caught your eye, a mother and father carrying their child, who looked about ten. They ran past you, looking over their shoulders in fear every few seconds. As they passed by, you followed them with a turn of your head, their backs now to you, and the child’s face peeking over his father’s shoulder. His face was so buried in the older man that you only saw the top of his forehead and messy tuft of hair sticking out from under his hood. He adjusted a little and you saw his eyes, or rather you saw that they were scrunched tight in fear.

You felt drawn to follow them as they continued on, some invisible string tugging you along. Blaster fire got closer behind you, and you saw the kid begin to lift his head up off of his dad’s shoulder to look at the source, but before you caught a glimpse of his face, you turned yourself to see what he was looking at. Massive, broad, scary looking droids ambled down the street, slowly but surely making their way closer. Spinning back around toward the little family, the kid once again was tucked into his father as the older man began to slow his steps.

Glancing ahead, you saw a shelter of some sort, a cellar, and suddenly you got a sense of deja vu. You’d heard this story before.

Something in your gut told you to get in the cellar with the boy, so you slipped past and down the stairs as his parents said their goodbyes. You couldn’t hear them over the chaos on the street, but you saw the mother’s mouth moving to say I love you.

The boy made his way down the steps, head down, eyes on the ground, his hood obscuring his features from you. He turned and sat with his back to the containers behind you, looking up towards his parents one last time, and you finally got a plain view of his face for the first time.

And you knew who it was. You don’t know how you knew, but you did.

His skin was sunkissed, a beautiful shade of tan. His dark brown, almost black hair peeked out of the hood of his robe. And his eyes…. He had brown eyes.

As you stared at the face of ten year old Din, you saw the fear take hold in his eyes as he reached out toward his parents one final time. The doors to the cellar shut, casting his face in shadows, and you wanted nothing more than to comfort him. But before you could even really dwell on that thought, the doors jostled from an explosion in the street, making both of you jump.

Whipping your head to look up toward the sound, you were just in time to see the doors fly open, revealing the B2 droid Din had told you about. It extended its arm and took aim, young Din scrambling back into the hard containers at his back. Blaster fire from your right hit it’s mark, one, two, three times, knocking the droid over in a shower of sparks, and leaving a clear view of blue sky up above.

A shadow came into view, and you instantly recognized the shape of a Mandalorian. He extended his hand to Din, helping him out of the cellar, and you were quick to follow.

Spinning around slowly once you were back on the street, you were met with the sight of Mandalorians at every turn, in the air, on the street, in doorways, everywhere. The tide was turning in their favor, droids falling left and right, littering the ground in piles of smoke.

You saw a Mandalorian a short ways away look behind you and point up in the sky. You heard a jet pack powering up, and turned just in time to see the first Mandalorian flying off with a young Din. His wide eyes looked over the warrior's shoulder like he had his father's, and watched the ground retreat quickly beneath him. You could have sworn he was staring right at you, his gaze pinning you to the ground amidst the chaos around you.

The people running around you began to slow, streaking into blurs, the scenery fading around them until everything was dark again.

You were in nothingness, but it also felt like somewhere entirely familiar.

Suddenly you were in an ornate hallway, which would have been beautiful in the daylight. But right now it was dark, streaked with burn marks and smoke, pillars fallen in the way, and chunks of the floor missing.

Looking around to get your bearings, you saw a different version of the kid’s floating pram a few feet to your right, and your stomach sank.

You knew where this was.

You’d been here before.

It didn’t look anything like this anymore, it was decrepit and falling apart, barely any sense of the opulence that once was contained in these hallways remained.

Ahead of you were three Jedi fighting off troopers with lightsabers, defending the kid where he hovered helplessly in his pram.

They fell one by one, each making the child’s face melt a little further south.

You felt his desperation, his fear.

You grabbed your blaster and began to shoot towards the enemy, but your shots just went right through them.

Turning, you holstered your blaster and shielded the child with your body, a shadow passing over him as he looked up, staring you straight in the eyes.

The shadow continued to grow, swirling out and melting the scene once again into complete and utter darkness.

You blinked and you were beside a man holding a small child, as they stared up at a burning building far away on the horizon.

It hit you like a racing speeder when you realized this was your memory.

Looking up at the burning temple, the plumes of smoke billowing into the sky. The overwhelming sense of dread that filled you every time with this memory, dread that wasn’t your own, even though you were only two at the time.

You looked at your father’s face as he held you, staring up at the temple sadly, your mother beside him looking up at the side of his face as she clung to his arm, then up at the flames.

Looking into his arms, you looked at yourself, so small and helpless. But to your astonishment, the babe in his arms looked back at you with such a resolute stare, you had to blink a few times and shake your head to make sure you weren’t imaging it.

The baby looked back at the temple, and you followed her gaze, the world fading back to black shortly thereafter.

What did it mean?

All three of you in a warzone of your own, all connected long before you ever knew the others existed. And now you were a clan of three, connected by much more than just blood.

A gravely, quirky voice invaded your mind, echoing in the vast nothingness you found yourself in. You didn’t recognize it, but it brought you a sense of peace. “Trust in the Force, you must. Your path, you have found. Easy, it will not be, but walk it still, you must.”

Shortly after, another voice, a man who sounded young and kind, and put you at ease. “Always stay in the light. The light will guide you home.”

An older man, wise and calming spoke next, his voice lilting with a promise. “This is just the start.”

The next voice you heard you knew intimately. It had followed you around and led you on adventures, made you laugh, made you cry, and whispered things meant only for you. It started out modulated, like you had known for years, but at the end you realized there was no processor, no filter, there was only Din. “This is the way.”

The world swirled back in streaks of color just like it had vanished, and you found yourself holding the cylinder in both of your hands, your thumb poised over the button on its side.

Applying just a little pressure, you pressed the button down, and watched with wide eyes as the room filled with a gentle hum, and a soft purple glow.

Xxx

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Caressed And Undressed

Jily smut and fluff: Trans James, Oral, Fingering

Lily nuzzled her head closer in James’ neck. “You smell nice.” She whispered. “Thank you.” He breathed back. They decided to put on a film as they snuggled in bed. They were out all day. They went shopping, James drooled anytime Lily put on a new sun dress. “James stop looking at me like that.” Lily said, rolling her eyes as she stood in front of him. But all James could do was gape at her. The dresses kissed her curves so perfectly. And her pale skin glowed in any of them she wore. Lily could wear anything and he would fall to his knees and pray to her. She looked beautiful as ever. Then they went on a picnic. Strawberries, mango, salt and vinegar crisps, sweet tea and watermelon lay on the blanket. He covered her freckled face in sunscreen. Lily insisted that he put some on too because “Even your beautiful brown Mexican skin can get burned.” She had demanded. It made him smile.

“What are you smiling about?” Lily looked up to him. “You.” He answered looking down at her. “Why?” She looked at him confused. “Because you’re just you and you’re beautiful and I love you.” “Pff James stop.” She tried to laugh it off. “Lily I mean it.” He took her hand looking at her. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and you’re the kindest person ever and I love how independent you are and how confident you are and how smart you are, you’re the most beautiful flower in all the fields.” She giggled a bit at the last sentence. “I love you Lily Evans.” James told her again “I love you too James Potter.” Lily responded before scooting forward, putting her legs around his waist and pulling his face closer kissing him. James let out a “Mmph.”,not expecting the kiss. When she pulled back he stared at her.

“James.” She breathed. “Yes?” He answered as he held her hand. “You’ve turned me on.” She straight out told him looking at him. “Oh.” He looked at her in disbelief. “It’s okay if you don’t want to do anything right now.” She said looking down with a flushed face. James took the tv remote and turned the film off, then he pulled her closer by her hand. “I do want to.” He said smiling at her and kissing her soft pink lips. Lily was the first person he truly felt himself with. Even though everybody accepted him and supported him through his transition he still had times where it was hard to accept himself. But with her that hatred and self doubt was gone. She pulled back, taking off her shirt revealing her breasts. “Wow.” Lily giggled at James’ reaction. “You don’t need to do that everytime you know?” “I know.” James answered. He kissed her again and gently laid her down on her back. Lily put her arms around James’ neck and moved one hand in his hair. He kept on kissing her, moving one hand over her boob, squeezing lightly. She moaned softly. He got up and took off his shirt himself, revealing his tape covered chest. He got back down and took one of her nipples in his mouth and licked it. “Mmm yes.” Lily said. He squeezed her other breast before moving his mouth lower. He gently caressed her sides as he kissed her abdomen and licked under her belly button.

“May I?” He asked as he moved his hands beside her panties. “Yes.” She breathed out. James took off her panties exposing her wet arousal. He moved his hands to her hips and gripped them gently. He looked up as he licked her clit. “Aahh.” Lily gasped. James smirked to himself and licked again and again. He loved how even now she was so beautiful. With her flushed cheeks and curves and parts exposed. She was breathtakingly beautiful. He swirled his tongue around. She tasted sweet and salty and just so good. “You taste so good.” He said. She put her hands in his curly hair, bucking up her hips. He took it as a sign to start using his fingers. He took his hand off her side and licked his fingers looking at her. She bit her lip. James slowly entered his fingers inside and started moving his fingers in and out rubbing against the aching spot inside. Lily moaned. James started using his mouth and while he was fingering her he licked and sucked her clit just like she deserved. “You’re so gorgeous Lily.” He said between licking. “James, I'm going to come.” She warned as her hair was all ruffled up. “Come for me darling.” He said as he fingered her faster and sucked. “Aahh!” She let out as her face screwed up. She panted looking at him. He kissed her inner thigh and licked his fingers clean and lay down beside her. “Thank you.” She said as she looked at him. “Of course.” He answered.

“Can I return the favor if you want me to?” She asked him. “Sure.” He said with a smile and got off the bed to take off his shorts and boxers. He was about to go back in bed when she said “Stay right there.” She crawled over the bed smiling at him. And seductively walked over. She got on her knees. “Oh Lily.” Before the words fully left his lips she got her mouth around his T-dick. “Fuck Lils.” He had to put his hand on the wall to study himself. She hummed as she sucked on him. She pulled back some of the skin and licked his tip. “Aah.” James let out his legs shaking. “Darling, can we go back in the bed?” James asked out of breath. “Of course my bambi.” She said sweetly and took his hand as they both got on the bed. She kissed him passionately as her fingers started to rub his T-dick. He moaned against her lips as he moved his hand over her breast again. Playing with her nipple as she rubbed his T-dick just the way he liked it. “Ah Lils I’m going to come!” He warned. She pressed and rubbed her fingers hard up and down as his orgasm came over him. She caressed his cheek and smiled at him. “Thank you.” He said. Lily just pressed her lips against his again.

They lay beside each other. “Come here.” James said as he put his arm around her and kissed her forehead. “You’re the most beautiful boy James.” Lily said. He smiled at her and played with her hair. “Was it good for you?” He asked. “Very.” He smiled again and said “For me too.” He placed kisses all over her face. She giggled. “James stop you dork.” He placed both hands beside her face and smiled at her looking in her beautiful green eyes. “I love you Potter.” “I love you Evans.” He said and placed a kiss on her lips.

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Hunter – Dirty Little Thief 6 – Scorching Hot

Hunter x female reader She/Her (Enemies To Lovers)

Warnings: Suggestive 17+

Strongly Suggestive (No actual sex)/Strong Language/ Physical Contact/ Tiny Bit of Fluff

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Sometimes actions speak louder than words. Hunter and you aren't very good at communicating, but you still know how to show each other how attracted you are to one another.

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What Happened Before:

Dirty Little Thief

Part 2 -Fairplay

Part 3- What We Do Not Admit

Part 4 - Provocative

Part 5 - Fighting And Loving

Part 6 - Scorching Hot

After you finished the laundry and dodged Crosshair's prying questions, it was almost noon. As you walked down the ramp into the open, an uncomfortable heat hit you. The day had heated up tremendously.

Wrecker was working with Echo to get a huge pop-up pool ready. A wonderful idea, especially in this heat, you thought. Hastily you went back to the Marauder. It was a day off, it was hot, a perfect excuse to dress in something civil, breezy, maybe even slightly revealing.

You put on a white slightly shorter, loosely falling skirt, along with an emerald green V-neck shirt with slit sleeves, and underneath your only bikini and a pair of chic but comfortable sandals.

When you went back outside, Wrecker was already standing in his swim trunks next to the pool that was just filling up very slowly. He was discussing with Echo that it would take too long to fill the pool if they didn't tap more water sources.

But what you were really looking for was Hunter. You couldn't see him anywhere, obviously he wasn't back yet, wherever he had gone.

"Does anyone know where Hunter is?" you asked innocently.

Echo and Wrecker turned to you, both pausing for a moment to look at you in the unfamiliar outfit.

Echo was the first to regain his composure and said, "He was at Cid's earlier, I think he changed there and went to the market, he said he would be back soon."

You wondered what he was doing at the market.

"Ey, Ad'ika" Wrecker brought you out of your thoughts "Echo and I are going to get something in town for a barbecue and drinks, for a relaxing day and evening by the pool. Is there anything in particular you want us to bring you?"

Hunter, you thought silently, but then said, "Those big fat mushrooms that I can't remember the name of"

Behind you, Tech cleared his throat. "Red lorath caps, that's what the locals call it".

"Thanks Tech" you replied and to Echo you added, "That what he just said".

Tech, Wrecker and Echo went to town together, you stayed by the pool and watched the water level slowly rise.

"Nice new outfit, don't think I've seen you in it before".

Startled you turned around, Hunter was standing behind you, he was wearing shorts, a shirt and sandals. A very unfamiliar image.

"I can only return that," you said with a grin.

"Where is everyone?"

"In town getting stuff for the barbecue".

Hunter laughed, "Let me guess, Wrecker's idea? Why wouldn't it be, the weather is perfect, the pool is already up I see, it will be full soon too. The day has started well and seems to be holding at this level"

You nodded in agreement, a dreamy permanent smile on your lips. Neither of you said a word about the kiss, about how attracted you were to each other. You were determined to talk to him, but now you were face to face and you didn't know what to say. He seemed to feel the same way.

Hunter helped you put up a sun shade for the pool and the camp table where you would eat later. Neither of you said a word.

Hunter took off his shirt, it was warm enough and he would be walking around in just swim shorts later anyway.

But you couldn't help but stare at him. He looked like a painted man, hard muscles under tanned skin. He had a little chest hair curling darkly and you saw his happy trail that started just below his belly button and ended somewhere below the belt, beyond his waistband.

Your pulse quickened a little.

Hunter smirked as he noticed your gaze and the change in your pulse.

"Do you see something you like? Do you need a cold shower, maybe?"

You blinked and felt heat rise in your cheeks, felt caught. On impulse you took off your shirt, after all you had your bikini on underneath. Hunter's smile froze and he couldn't move for a moment. You could see him swallow, finally he muttered, " Ye fightin' rough".

With a grin you said, "See something you like? Do you need a cold shower maybe?"

You deftly grabbed the hose from which water was still running into the pool and pointed it at Hunter, soaking his hair and chest and parts of his shorts.

Hunter let out a startled grunt. When you took the hose back down with a laugh, he wiped the water and wet strands from his face. He looked at you in disbelief.

"You little rascal!" he growled with a wry smile "Well wait till I get my hands on you".

He grabbed you faster than you could prepare to run away. You let out a small yelp as he held you against his wet body and had to laugh.

"Got you, a lot easier than I thought," he teased you with a smile, his hands on your hips.

Your pulse quickened again, so close to his beautiful body, his dazzling smile looking at you, his hands on your hips. Heat rose in your cheeks and ears and other places that were much more omnipotent.

Quietly he said to you, "There it is again, the rapid pulse, temperature rise and that sweet heavy smell."

He leaned his forehead against yours.

"Smell?" you asked barely louder than a whisper.

"Your arousal, it smells sweet and heavy with a very slight bitter undertone, like one of those sour fruits you soak in honey and sugar before you eat it" he painted you a picture of what he could smell on you.

"Hunter," you said a little breathlessly.

"Yes, mesh'la?"

"The kiss....," you began, but couldn't get any more words out, your mind blank again.

You sighed softly but Hunter smiled unperturbed and asked, "You want another kiss?"

Blinking, you looked up at him as he leaned back a little to look at you.

"What?" you asked uncertainly.

He smiled, his expression soft and his eyes so full of anticipation.

"Tell me again to kiss you," he demanded softly.

You felt wonderfully breathless as you said, "Kiss me, Hunter."

The next moment his lips were on yours, soft warm, gentle yet demanding. His tongue, slipped into your mouth as you moaned softly, velvety touching yours and sending an impulse through your body that echoed between your thighs.

One of his hands wandered over the bare skin of your back, pulling you even closer. A soft, quiet, expectant sigh came from your mouth and moved into the kiss as you felt his slowly hardening length against your thigh and his free hand very slowly moved under the hem of your skirt.

You wanted this man, like crazy, here and now, all of your senses, every fiber of your body seemed to be electrified and drawn to him.

Before you could stop it the words came across your lips, "Fuck me..."

Hunter moaned, his hands gripping tighter and he broke away from the kiss. He looked at you, pupils dilated.

"You want me to...?"

You nodded feverishly "Yes, very much so."

He swallowed, nervous, pleased and excited all at once.

"Maybe we should choose another time for this" he said uncertainly.

It was so hot that your body heat had already made you sweat without much happening.

You tried to clear your thoughts and agreed with him, finally.

"The others could come back anytime," you said.

You slowly broke away from him and looked at him breathlessly.

"Nice" someone said dryly in the background "Too bad the peepshow is already over, but it was nice while it lasted".

"Crosshair!" exclaimed Hunter and you in unison, startled.

The Sniper leaned back on the camping chair at the table, chewed on his toothpick with a grin, and said teasingly, "Maybe you two hop in the pool now and cool off quick before the others get back."

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what-i-read-home-of-reblogs-mama · 6 months

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⁷HATEFUL MAN, I lust you!

Part 7

Warnings- All the sexuals, kinks, and play(oral, slight orgasm denial, oral, p n' v (use a condom), weed, explicit sexual actions, fluff, sweet words.

"Emmm, Sugar, I don't think you have any clue how gorgeous you are. The first time I laid eyes on you was at a concert. It's a secret though! You didn't know I saw you. You and Prissie were in Pensacola. Y'all were on Sam's side at the rail. When we came back from Stage B I traded with Josh so I could see you. I touched your face." He told his dark stalker secret. "I remember I nearly came when your fingers grazed my cheek. I was sure everyone around me knew. We waited for 15 or 20 minutes hoping you would come back out. I chalked it up to you sticking your hand into the crowd. I was just lucky enough to feel your touch." I told my little confession.

"Mmmm, pining for each other before we even knew each other! I sent a venue security guard to talk to y'all to stall. I had to give a post show interview. He said he had delayed y'all for as long as possible by asking all kinds of questions. I was running out to the GA floor and met him coming back. I was so disappointed!" He shook his head and used his tongue to pull the hoop through my right nipple. "Ahhh!" We both said in unison. "So reactive for me! The guard got the bar name and town where you lived. Life interrupted my plan to go straight to find you. Festivals, quarantine, recording, another tour I looked for you at every show in Florida. By the time the dust settled it had been almost two years. I came to Mexico Beach and Shaggy's for you.." He punctuated the word you by biting the soft skin under my belly button.

Daniel's sweet kisses soothed his nip. "I walked in and you treated me just like every other patron in the place. No fanfare, no falling at my feet, no drooling, no swooning and it sent me over the edge." He ran his flattened tongue from the hole to the hood of my core. "When I left that night drunk off my ass I tripped into the for sale sign and busted my shin. When the hangover eased up I bought Shaggy's." He giggled. "So stalker, you bought a bar to torture me as punishment for not falling head over hills at first sight? Bad-Bad boy! All the nasty looks and hell raising was because; errr Fuck! Your mouth feels so amazing. Because you needed interaction? I would'a gave you the interaction you needed. Just one little clue you really wanted me." Danny had me panting while I was talking. He was lightly sucking my clit.

"Hmmm" that innocent sound vibrated through my cunt and lifted me off the bed. "Sonofa' I need more. Please!" I begged for his mouth. "You are getting more, be patient, Sugar!" He warned. He licked and sucked until my thighs were shaking and my orgasm was right on the edge of blowing wide open. "No sweet girl. Not this way. I just wanted to show her so love before I fuck you." Grrr he is the most erotic man! He sits up on his heels and pulls me high up on his thighs, "grab your thighs and pull back. Spread a bit wider. So pink and wet for me. ME ONLY ME!" Daniel growls like a bear marking his territory. I sit up on my elbows so I can watch the sex tape in live action. Mr Sir manhandles his cock, rubbing through my slick, gathering me cream as lube and rubs it all over his dick.

"This is a different angle. I will go slow to start." I didn't respond. I just watched him bite his lip as he crammed his dickhead into my body. It was good, so good. Shallow, slow strokes opened my pussy up to take more until he was balls deep. "Look baby. Look at where our bodies are connected. We are perfect together. Hair to bare, dark to pink, rough to smooth, dainty to large, can you imagine anything more beautiful? I can't! Ahhh, sugar squeeze that cunt down on me. Hellfire, that pussy is killing me baby. Easy baby easy!

Long, slow, strokes combined with Danny's praise had me on the edge in no time. "Jesus, can I come? Please, I don't know how much longer I can hold it back." I tried to coax Babylove. "Sugar, you have more control than that. I know you do. You are so sweet for me I will let you." I look into his big mossy green eyes and see something shining. Maybe I have the same thing in my eyes because we are locked in. Daniel dips his hips and drives upwards hitting that special spot making me keen. A slow pull back and another forceful drive. "Dammmnnn Danny!" I moan. Finally he puts his fingers to my clit and rolls them in a firm circle. My entire body tightens as a colossal orgasm builds. "Come on, precious , give it to me. Make a mess on my cock. This is my pussy and my cum!" Daniel growled and tried to knock my fuckin back out!

"AAAAHHHHIIIIIEEE, DAAANNNNNYYY, JESUS, GOOD, YES, GOD, FUCK!" I screamed for him. I gave him all I had. The aftershocks were still coursing through my body. "Easy baby!" I warned him. I'm sensitive to touch at the moment. He pulls out gently and puts his mouth where his dick had been. "You taste so sweet, Sugar. Let me taste you. I'll be gentle, Angel!" He went to work cleaning every drop of juice from my cunt like it is the finest ice cream. He is handling me like I'm fragile and cherished. My fight or flight is kicking in. "Y/n, sugar you are ok. I can stop. Sit up, breathe in through your mouth and out through your nose." He is an angel. "I'm good. No panic attack!" I assured him. I leaned forward and rub my thumbs over his shiney black eyebrows. He has a whole universe of adorable freckles across his cheeks and nose.

"Daniel, has anyone ever told you that you are the prettiest man they have ever seen?" I asked. He chuckled. "No, Sugar, but I have heard countless people tell Samuel that. I'm sure you are the only one who thinks this face with this nose is pretty." I laughed dead in his face. "Bullshit on top of bullshit! You know you are beautiful so stop it." I press my lips to the end of said nose. "This roman nose just completes the statue of David. It is perfect! Anyone that says different needs their eyes checked. Or they escaped from the lockdown mental unit." I drop my lips to his I nibble and nip. My anxiety is gone and my arousal is back full force. "There is nothing about you that I don't find attractive, sensual, and oh so sexy! I could lick you from your head to your toes." He has me hot and ready.

"Damn woman, you gonna make me blow my load just talking to me. Please touch me or let me touch you. I'm sorry I respect your boundaries. Ggghhh!" Babylove is frustrated. I ran my fingers across his nipple. Not only did it pebble but the rest of his skin did too. I used my fingernails to drag through the growing patch of thick, black, curly chest hair. "This hair has connected and created the perfect path for my mouth, hmm? Hair around this nipple." I use my tongue to ring his flat brown nip. I laved it nice and wet. A cool puff of air sends a shiver throughout his body. "Ahh, somebody else's body is very reactive to touch also Mr Sir." I teased. The hair in the center is perfect for me to run my cheeks across for texture. Finally I make it over to the other tiny brown puckered nipple. "This one is just waiting for my teeth baby! Begging for some pain and then some pleasure. Can I give it to you?" I ask for permission.

"Hell yes!" Simple as that. I went in on that sweet nub teeth first. I grasp it between my top and bottom teeth and use the point of my tongue to flick back and forth. Danny's moan and shiver was the tell that he was into it. I then suckled him in my mouth with a light suction and a lot of tongue. Babylove grabbed me by the neck and cradled my head to his chest. Wooo, some man likes to have his nipples played with! He is nearly panting as I increase the pull from my mouth. I suck hard then go back to easy. He is all over the place squirming. I feel movement and he has his dick in his hand strokin away. Wow! Nipples are biggies! I reach over and pinch the other and bite the one in my mouth sharply at the same time.

"Fuck! Please tell me you are going to fuck me!! If not, you are gonna have to watch me beat off while you suck my nipples and rub my balls." Daniel was in a mess and to be honest the bed below me was all slimed up too. "Oh, I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you Babylove!" I promise. I got him to lay flat so I could map out his body. Every freckle, mole, scar, callus, or any other interesting fun. There is so much to see, touch and kiss. I move from his nipples to the ridges of his ribs. A giggle slips past those yummy lips. "Tickle-tickle" I joke. My tongue lays a path across his abdominal muscles to that sexxxay trail of curly jet black hair that leads to the promised land!

I wrap that coarse hair around my tongue and pull. My next adventure is his shallow belly button. It looks like the perfect place for a body shot. Tequila warmed by Daniel skin sounds like Nirvana to me. Ohhh, is that a mole above this V pointing my way home? Let me see if it tastes like a mole. "This little mole is soo very yummy, Mr Sir, I could feast on you for days and still not get enough!" My words just draw a whimper from Babylove. "Grrrr, Sugar, you are killing me, I swear to Gawd!" Whiny baby is really needy! To remind him who is in control I give him a fierce bite on his hip bone. "Calm down, I'm gonna get you there!" I send him his own words and a smirk.

"Ok-ok, I trust you baby." He promises. I tease the skin just above his pubic hair. Moist lips, hot breath and sharp nips give him an almost overwhelming sensation. He is digging his fingers in the sheets on my bed, thrashing his head back and forth. Bless it, he has suffered enough. I wiggled down and gave him a kiss on the head of his painfully hard erection. "Mmmm, so hot, so hard, he's drooling, let me clean this up for you." I tell Danny before I use my tongue and mouth to mop up all the pre-come that has leaked out. I do love a Charms Blow Pop! So I do my best to show him some lollipop love. "Fuckin'A, play too much and you WILL get another load in your mouth!" Poor Babylove is so stressed it is time. I climb across his thighs, and run my sloppy, wet pussy on the ridge of his dick.

It's hard to tell what color eyes this Egyptian God has. They are so blown black from lust! Lean over a drop a mouthful of spit on his cock to add to my juices for lube. He grabbed my thighs and jerked me forward. "Fuck me please! I'll beg you! Please Sugar, I'll be a good boy for you. So good, so sweet and biddable, just put that hot, tight cunt on my cock!! Please." Daniel chants repeatedly. Ilift and move enough to line up with his dick. I lower enough to let his dick slip just into my pussy. I rotate my hips for stimulation. Danny lets out a string of cuss words all strung together. "Easy Babylove, relax for me." I encouraged him. My hips slowly inched down, he huffed and puffed but settled down. Once my ass was touching his groin, I leaned forward and whispered, "I can not get you out of my head!". Rocking back and forth with my hips I continue, "Sometimes I fuck you in my head."

That's all it took, a roar came flying out of this man that nearly made my soul leave my body! He bucked up off of the bed, sitting us both straight up. I am still impaled on his dick and surprised. "Wrap your arms around my neck. Now, let me help you lift and 'aaahahh'..... nevermind." He starts with instruction and gets caught short. I guess the whip of my hips helped him figure out I had it! This fine, sexy, smart, successful, a fucking Rockstar ffs! man is with me! It is crazy. "Sugar, ….." Danny said. "Yea, where were you?" He asks. "Sitting on top of a dream and a nightmare all in one. Thinking I have always been a little rough around the edges. So I bet you can guess what I wish for. Look at how we look together, light and dark. Skin color, hair colors and souls. Except souls." I snarked the absolute truth!

"I'm sorry Babylove, I was being a dick." I apologize. "Hey, why it always gotta be about a dick with you women!" Daniel screeched. I rocked my hips and groaned low, deep-down in my chest. "Dan-iel Wagner we L-O-V-E DICK!!!" My hand flew to my forehead to exaggerate the drama! I was done with slow strokes! The slow rocking of my hips gave way to feverish rocking and finally to the sun raw doggin' the moon. "Danny, you are so deep, so big, feels so fuckin amazing!" My smile is cheesin' Danny loves praise from the bed. "Y/n, this is what I need! Connection deeper." Babylove is beaming till I clamp down with my kegels. He shut the fuck up!

I set my hips to a furious pace. I propped my elbows on Danny's shoulders and tried to do all the work. I told him, "I would love to have a photo of myself with your come on my face. White strings, dripping pearls of your seed, damnn what a thought!" Fingers at my hips slid up to my waist and wrapped around my body. "You do that on purpose you badass! You know that talking dirty to me gets my engine running. Ugggg, are you close?" His ragged voice told me he was at his limit. "Yes babylove, I want to feel you punching my lungs." My last words melted away and the roar returned. "Rub your clit or I'm gonna bust it!" Those lewd orders were like sweet nothings to me so I did exactly that. As usual, a couple of firm passes and that man I'm looking at is enough.

I came so hard I didn't know where I was, nor did I give a flustering fuck! Lay here for a minute and recover. "Babylove did you cum?" I sway side to side rubbing all that cum and sweat together to hold you close. He rests his precious head on my shoulder. "Yes, Sugar, I just returned from the Celestial realm." With that Daniel flopped flat of his back on the bed nearly throwing me off. "Rest Babylove! I'm going to clean up. I'll be back." I had a smile as wide as all outside. Danny grabbed my hand and kissed it as I dragged it across his chest. It hurt my eyes to see such pure joy on his face. This man is the best of both worlds if he doesn't have borderline personality disorder.

While the water heats up, I empty my bladder to prevent an UTI. How many men have the ability to be both? Dominant and submissive. You know I'm a little leery of perfection. I've been burned by believing a fantasy sold to me by a "used car salesman" selling himself. Hot water and soap, get outcha head! I got a bath cloth and cleaned up. I got Babylove a clean one and made it boiling hot. My favorite soap smells wonderful in him. He was actually snoozing when I got back from the bathroom. So handsome, long shiny black eyelashes resting on top of his freckled cheeks, gave him an innocent appeal. I hated to wake him, he looked so comfy and peaceful. On the other hand he had spooge drying on his body from his belly button all the way to mid-thigh.

"Danny honey. Hey beautiful Babylove, let's get you cleaned up. You may need a shower. Ya a lil crusty!" I poked around his pubs to tickle him. "Ok you tease! Just because you are being sweet with the aftercare don't mean I won't whip that perfect peach then fuck 'YOUR' brains out. Come here!" He crooked his finger at me and I damn sho' headed his way. "Wait, I need a break. My coochie is woah' out! I will take a shower with you and give you a treat!" I offered with a gleam in my eye and my tongue across my top teeth. He jumps up and pulls me to the bathroom whoopin and hollerin. "Treat! I love treats! Especially shower treats! What is a shower treat?" He asks cupping his hands to whisper in my ear. "Wet Brain, Dumbass!" I laughed at his face lighting up like the 4th of July!

Exiting the shower seems to be an awkward time for us. So once I was finished examining his penis up close and personal and giving it a good ole spit shine. I hopped out. "Wanna beer or something? I'm gonna grab my dis-vape and put clean linens on the bed." I offered while I was drying off. "Ahhh, still not recovered here! Water, I need water! This succubus has sucked all of the fluids from my body. And a Gatorade Sugar, I need electrolytes." Shit, Daniel is whiney, I will baby Babylove! "Ok, sweet darling, finish your shower and I will change the bed so you can get tucked up. I ran to the linen closet and got fresh white sheets and a mattress cover. I needed a new comforter and coverlet too.

I just finished making the bed when Mr Sir the pitiful came drag assin' to the bed. "Woman, I swear you have worn me completely out! My dick couldn't get hard if you tried!" Danny moaned and groaned about his lower back not getting that kind of workout drumming for hours on end! "Babylove, I need a man with a strong back. I may look tiny but I'm sturdy. Or you know I'm THICK! ALL TITS & ASS! And a big loud mouth!" Sassy comebacks are my jam. "Oh God! Those are my favorite things about you!" Daniel palms my tit as he snuggles down in my bed with no mention of going home. Progress I guess.

I come back with Liquid Death, 2 Pineapple Claws and my smoke box. Mr Sir is reclined on my head board like a king. Sheet over his pelvis, pillows propping him up to survey his kingdom, he looks down his nose at me, a mere servant girl. "Your Excellency I have brought you the finest water in your kingdom, along with a sweet libation and your Laudanum to help with your sleep. Shall I leave it for you? Or does the King wish for me to administer it to his person?" I ask in a shitty British accent. Of course he cracks up and hits me with his million-watt smile. It nearly cripples me.

"You are crazy and funny as fuck when you aren't mad as hell!" Asshat points out. "Babylove, you are kind and gentle and needy and whiny after I've fucked the shit outta ya and you can't hardly breathe much less talk!" I lean over and kiss the exposed skin over his heart. "Then we are a match made in Shaggy's." Danny laughs at himself. I flop down and run my frozen feet under the covers and across his upper thigh. "Brrrr, Ice Queen you just made my sack draw up in my guts. Your feet are like ice." He shivered. I put my hands under his armpit. "Cold hands, warm cunt!" The old wives tale was something like that. "Hahahahaha, you mean hot cunt, cold hands, colder heart!" Again he thinks he's funny.

I fire the pipe as my feet begin to warm. "Mmmm", I groaned. Babylove slams his water then opens mine for me. "Sugar drink this so you aren't dry in the morning. No hangovers allowed! You are off and I'm calling off sick. Prissie is getting a promotion. Asst. Manager, she takes off the training wheels tomorrow." I double take Mr Sir's smug look. He looks awfully proud of himself. So he was having me train Priss every Sunday night for the last 6 months, WHY? The possibility we would hook up? Or he'd fire me? He'd leave for a tour? My head is spinning! "Question, I have been training Priss for 6 months. For? What? To take some of the load off of me or another reason."

A guilty look passes over Daniel Wagner's face. Um-hm, "Ok, now am I training Priss for? Only a couple reasons… you planned this better than I realized. You didn't plan on me being a long-termer or you are headed out again, 16 weeks straight before you come home. Don't you want me baby? " I drilled this David Statue by Michaelangelo lookin man like a common thief. "Have you… what the fuck? Wait calm-down Y/N." He grabbled out. "Yeah, no, I'm confused Babylove, how in the world did you foresee this 16 weeks ago?" I snap out, ready to throw-TF-down! When I say that boy sat the fuck up, yep straight ass in the air, up! "Wait what? Huh? Foresee? Yeah-no? You got me all the way fucked up! What does Priss have to do with this? Long-term? I have no idea what most of what you said means but you have lived in my head rent free since the first time I saw you." Daniel gave me a peek at the so sexy half smile he does so well.

"Let me explain." Mr Sir says slowly and calmly. I nod and keep my mouth shut. "When I first bought the bar I learned that most of you are loyal, long-term employees. But, you most of all. Behind closed doors you are known as an extreme workaholic and your own harshest critic." He gave me a sad smile. "Between me staying on your ass and you beating yourself up you've had a rough go for the last several years. So, I decided that it's about time you had some help. You've managed that bar even on your 1 day off a week. Either on the phone or actually coming in. Even when I am here they come to you. They trust you. Now you can have 2 days off in a row or 10 days for that matter. You've built up approximately 500 days in the years you have worked here. So it's about time someone thought about you." He looked at me all cow-eyed and innocent. Which is utter bullshit btw!

Daniel must have heard my eyes rolling and my mind say BULLSHIT! "Don't start Sugar, I still have All of the employment records for the last 15 years, even before you were washing dishes." He tapped next to his beady eyes with his index finger. Jackass, I flipped him off and rolled my nose up at him. "Ok Asshole, so your motives were perfectly innocent and lacked any ulterior outcomes? You are just being a kind boss to your work bestie and most valuable employee/right hand woman?" I look him dead in the eyes. I squinted my eyes and popped my hip waiting for him to spin his way out of this web. He stood face to face with the dopiest, goofy-ass smile on his stupidly beautifully sexy face. Damn he smells good.

"Sugar, hey, baby are you listening?" He startles me out of my head. "Huh? Yep, what did you say? Sorry?" I mumbled cause I ain't hear shit! "Hahaha, were you thinkin something nasty? You had that glazed and confused look on your face? You know the one where my face looks like a glazed donut and you are confused by the earth shaking orgasm you just had!! Look what I did, I'm pretty witty. Yeah?" He looked like he won the grand prize for the fattest pig at the Fair! "Dan…….iel Wagner, explain why you had me train Priss. The reason, the real fuckin reason!" I punctuated my words with a poke to the chest for every one I said. "Play with me if ya want to but the fallout is on YOU!! That's ya warnin!" I pointed between his mossy green eyes.

Shhooo, them eyelashes, I need to lick them bitches when we finish fighting. It's ridiculous that I'm so twisted up over this man I can't even listen long enough… "So that's why." Danny explained. Ahh shit! I missed it. "Ok wait tell me again. Please." I plead cause he already knows I was in left field. "Sugar, pay attention! I was always soft for you. I have wanted to do this for you all along. But I didn't think it would be well accepted until now. There wasn't any reason other than I want you to get the break you deserve. You do so much for others and take no time for yourself. I really do appreciate the hard work you do!" The sincerity in Daniel's eyes is breathtaking.

"Thank you! I'm always suspicious of people doing kind things for me. They usually want some kind of payment in return. To be honest it's often things I am highly uncomfortable doing. So I don't trust people easily. So forgive me for interrogating you." My face must look relieved. "That's ok Sugar. I have been in that position more than I'd like to admit. The older I get the better I am at saying No and moving those people out of my life." He kissed me on the temple. I looked up at his face and I'm sure I looked like a simp… but my tongue had a meeting with his eyelashes that could not be postponed! I pulled his face down low to my mouth, he was shocked when I flicked my wet tongue across his long, black, thick eyelashes. "Mmmm, You taste yummy." I told him on his lips.

"Jeez woman, only you could make eyelashes and eyebrows erotic! You have my shit bonin' up." Sexy said. "Oh no you fine motherfucker, you make all of you erotic! The whole damn package! You are SEX, DRUGS and ROCK n' ROLL. The sight of you drops more panties than beer does. That's not including those who have seen you in real life. They would shank they own mama to get to you. So don't say I'm sexualizing you! Nope, you have one of those sneaky sex appeals. Smiling, affable, silly, quiet, caring then one look into those mossy eyes and every kinky, nasty, vulgar sexual thought I ever had comes to mind. You know as well as I do you can get women and men to do some degenerate things!" I tease but it's all true.

"The only degenerate I want to do things to me is you." Mr Smooth Sir purrs out. And just like that I'm the fly caught in his spider web. "You slick bastard! Just conned me right out of my panties. That fast too. Now tell me again how women make you sexual? Cause Mr Machismo YOU just thrashed me. Take your fingers and feel. The instant you put that juju on my body pours juice hoping you fuck me silly!" I was completely turned on by him. Sore? Who gives a fuck! I may regret it later but probably NOT! "DAMN SUGAR! you gotta warn me." Danny whines as I move my core as close to his as possible. A couple of hip rolls and he's on board. "You are insatiable. And I'm here for it! How can I be so lucky?" Daniel babbled. "Shut up Wagner and dick me down!" I gritted out! I know my shit is going to be to'e the fuck outta frame! I can't resist his pull, he has me in a trance.

A deep rumbling laugh washes over me. "So fuckin hot! Jesus H Christ you are a wet dream come true! I'll dick you down alright! Come here crazy bitch! Holy Hell you take away my ability to think!" Daniel gushed when I slid in between his hairy thighs. Just for the sheer excitement I grab Danny's face and give him a slow, sensual, deep kiss. He holds his breath and pulls me into the cradle of his embrace. "Sugar, don't tease me. You will break my heart. I will read more into it every single time." Poor baby whined. "You are much too everything to be heartbroken. You taste like hmmmm, everything that's

wonderful to me!! Let me have another taste to make sure." I pulled him back to my lips. I gave him little nibbling pecks at the corners of his mouth, his cheeks, the end of his perfect nose and his juicy lips!

"I'm trying to give you something you crave, some sweet lovin' and gentleness. Can you let me do that? I'm willing to meet you halfway. You have been good to me, now I will be good to you. Let's lay down. Pretty Boy." His eyes were so shiny and bright, he melted my heart. He lay down on his side facing my side of the bed. "Hang on a minute. Wanna water and smoke?" I ask running my thumb across his bottom lip. "Mmm-hmm." Danny groaned out. I went to the kitchen and grabbed two refilled bottles of water, checked on the Dukester, and went back to Daniel relaxing on my bed.

"You look so good on my bed! Waller around and mark it with your scent. Then I can smell you later." I giggled at Mr Sir's antics flopping around rubbing my sheets all over his body. ALL with the exception of his asshole, Thank God! I sat on the floor and pulled my smoke box off the lowest shelf of my curio. "Mr Sir, what's your poison? I have a pretty good variety, sleep, sex, calm, relaxed, happy, energetic, marathon freaky shit or straight to acid trippin. Whatcha think? Oh and paper or pipe?" Babylove looks positively ethereal one second and devilish the next. "Ahh, I think YES!" He huffed out. "No, hell, pick two and paper or pipe to smoke in. Or nothing. Please play nice little boy. Don't make me collect my shit home and not play at all. Or send you home…." I advised him.

Daniel Wagner is nothing if not a smart man. "Ok Sugar, pipe, happy and sex for now. Maybe one of the others later." So I filled the pipe with happiness first. It's not surprising that we are both laughing hysterically in 10 minutes or so. "This shit don't play! I feel like the world is all Care Bears and Rainbow Unicorns right now." Mr Pissy all the time Wagner is talking about Care Bears for god's sake he is FUBAR! "Babylove, are you really happy we have cleared the air about what each of us need? You look elated and unbelievably handsome, Mr Happy Bear!" I climbed into the bed, the floor was hard on my knees after a while. He scooted back a tiny bit so I could be next to him, like almost on top of him.

"Mmmm, Sugar. You are so sweet like candy! I love sweets, I LOVE-LOVE sweets. If you were a sour apple sucker I would never let you outta my mouth….. Lick ya aaallll ddaayy. You know lollipops are sweet but sour apples have a tartness like your fire! Ya know…." My Babylove is racked, he is staring at me with a great big ole smile, barely blinking. "Oh Baby, you are Hiiiiiyah! Stoned, racked, fried, baked, dazed, blitzed, faded, corked, vapor, on break, aren't you? Your speech has slowed way down and you're not blinking. You got them fuck me eyes, it's hard for me not to put the mojo on you. I'm gonna refrain. I'm gonna give you the soft me!" I rubbed my nose against his and kissed his pink cheeks.

"Soft Sugar yum! Like cotton candy? Touch it and it melts on my tongue. Damn dream darling, you are certainly a fever dream or I've had an accident. Maybe this is Daniel Wagner's version of heaven! Oh please God let that be true!" Danny was praying to the dream gods to keep him safe and let him be here with me like this forever! I was praying for the same thing. I love this Danny so chill and giggly. Not a worry in the world, so relaxed. He has me lay back and puts his head on my chest. "Can I listen to your heart? Just until I start to come down?" Sweet boy asks so innocently. "Sure, Babylove."

I trailed my fingers through his beautiful curls careful not to make it frizzy. Although at this point it may be standing on end by the time we are through vacating. I run my fingers along the shell of his ear. "I have a complex about my ears. That's why I always keep my hair covering them up. They are huge and pointy like an elf or fairy. Had I not been an athlete and a bigger guy the harassment would have been brutal in high school. "Daniel there is nothing on the outside or on the inside that was not carefully and wonderfully made. Ears, curls, hairy booty, long narrow feet, big ole….thighs, hahaha, lovely heart, kindness, compassion for others, being the 'dad' to those 3 Kiszka Krazies, loving people and showing it. Oh I almost forgot your very regal nose and dreamy, mesmerizing, hypnotizing donkey dick!!!" I laughed hard. Poor boy's head bounced all around on my chest.

The light as before that shines from his face makes the sun look dim. You always hear Josh referred to as sunshine, Daniel is every bit as bright and comforting. He's just a tad more conservative. "Do you really know how your smile affects those who are lucky enough to cause it? You take my breathe away." Mr Sir loves his words of affirmation. And I lo.. nope chillout fool! This is still a Dick Appointment, nothing more or less right now. I'm gonna break my own fucking heart.

"Whatcha thinkin about? I'd offer you some money for your thoughts but I'm balls-out so no wallet." Funny man joked. "I'll give them for free this one time. But never again. I only do this for the most special VIP's in my life. So feel honored. I was warning myself not to break my own fucking heart before you get the chance to do it or not. Not that you will but I have to slow my roll. Fairytale Land is perfectly cocooned in my house isolated from the world. So I will enjoy our time without pressuring myself to put any labels on it." I explained as honest and simply as I knew how. "I get it. Maybe more than you realize." Daniel Wagner looked me in the eyes and gave me the saddest smile.

I nearly busted into tears. He kissed me gently on my lips and laid his head back on my chest. We both went internal for some time. Each of us in our head, rolling around how the situation would be different if we had made other choices. Regrets for the childish behavior early on, for the missed chances to connect. "What if's are the streets leading straight to INSANITY! I have 'What if'd' from after the 1st word we spoke to each other. How in all of God's green earth do you think I was willing to argue with you? Only insane people or stupid insanely attracted people be all-in on the commitment to this feud to last. All that Bullshit could only be packed inside for so long and exactly what happens, happens." I tell him, I make sure there is no sting in my words.

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Rated M for Mechanics Part II

(the title is a lie, it's rated E, pretty softcore E, but E. And wow is it way too long. This should've been put on AO3)

tw: schmoop, fluff, there's sex in there somewhere, it's mostly schmoop

Lanil's Pieces Masterlist

Part I

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This time she kissed him with all the fervor in her as her hips rocked. Her hands stroked up his back, hot bare skin and cords of muscle. She felt as much as heard him groan, and his hesitantly slow hand was creeping up her belly, the tunic bunched around his wrist. She arched her back, burning, needing. And his knuckles brushed under the curve of her breast and she trembled like a leaf. Oh. That's what she'd needed.

"You're not," Cullen broke off, frozen. Even his hand stilled.

Could she order him to touch her properly or would that be bad? She blinked sluggishly and met his too wide gaze with a scowl.

"What?"

"You're not wearing a... a..."

He was red again. She'd forgive him for five seconds.

"I almost never do. My breasts aren't exactly big, Cullen. I only care about breastbands if I know I'm heading out into a fight," Lanil explained shortly. She pulled her hands away from their own exploration with a wrench, and began to fight against the buttons that held her shirt closed.

"This whole time... every time... during the war table, or sitting in judgement, or--" Cullen said numbly.

Her fingers stopped and she frowned at him.

"Yes? Is that... bad? Is it... Am I too small?" she asked, a sliver of unease working its way in her mind. "In tavern songs, they sing about--"

"No, no, it's not. You're not--Andraste's pyre, I'm a--" He cut off and pressed a kiss so hard against her mouth she moaned into it, lips parting easily to his tongue. She buried her fingers in his hair, completely forgetting what she'd been doing to drown in him. When he pulled away they were panting, lips slick and shining. "You're perfect."

She smirked around her too fast breaths, brain spinning. "Flatterer," she managed to wheeze.

He took over where she had stopped, buttons one by one unhooking. So slow, it was almost reverent, he rolled her shirt down her arms, sitting them both up as he did so, tossing her shirt aside the moment it got past her hands. She quickly swung a leg over his lap and grabbed his shirt, yanking it over his head with a lot less patience or reverence.

She wanted to look and feel and more more more. If a greed demon existed, it was because she suddenly invented it. Her hands wanted to touch all of him, find the little scars and freckles and blemishes, trace each one with her fingers until she had them memorized. Only to be derailed when his hands cupped her breasts, small enough to be completely engulfed by hands much warmer than her, callused and rough against the soft skin. His thumbs brushed over her nipples and she had to clutch his shoulders to keep upright as her entire body quaked. And he kept doing that, touching her gently, soft and rough at once, kneading at her until sounds were falling out of her mouth, desperate sounds she'd never made before.

Then, he put his mouth on her and she had to bite down on her lip to keep the shout inside. There was a fucking hole in the roof and if she screamed the whole of Skyhold would hear. But it spilled past the edges of her teeth and lips, thin whines and whimpers, as he sucked and licked, his thumb rubbing circles over the one not in his mouth.

She pressed the back of her hand over her mouth. Words were escaping now, branding against the back of her hand, his name over and over, but more often, embarrassingly, pleas. Begging him to do it harder, a little bit more, more, more. Finally, finally, he did. A pinch and a nip, still too gentle, but enough to have her sob, her hips rocking down against his thigh. That was good, too.

He groaned, breath shaky against her damp skin, and the hand that wasn't playing with her nipple, spread across her lower back. Pulled her closer.

Abruptly, Lanil realized she wasn't touching him enough. Unacceptable. She dragged her hands through his hair, tugged his face harder against her, moaning as she rode his thigh and he kissed his way to the breast he hadn't yet tortured with his mouth. She leaned over him, traced the small rounded edge of his ear with her tongue, bit lightly, like he did to her chest. And was rewarded with a deep groan and the urgent press of his hand on her back, rocking her down and forward. Her leg between his was tucked tight against him, and she felt the length of him in his breeches, rocking against her leg the same as she rocked against his.

Oh. So. The mechanics. This wouldn't work based on the mechanics.

"What?" Cullen mumbled. His teeth were no longer around her nipple and she whined before she could catch herself. He smirked. He had the audacity to smirk at her and she scowled, face flushed and probably sweaty. "Why are you talking about mechanics again?"

"I said that... out loud?" Lanil asked, bemusedly. His smirk widened. She slapped her hand over his damned mouth, his lips too red and distracting, so she could answer properly. "We can't have sex like this. We still have breeches--my boots are still on."

His laugh tickled her palm, but she could also see how red his face and ears got. Even more interesting, the blush spread down his throat and shoulders. He was just so pale. She leaned down to kiss the blush and follow it up his neck and jaw.

"Your boots?" he reminded her hoarsely, though his hands wrapped around the back of her thighs. Pinning her tightly against him. Her breasts were still so sensitive, she gasped into his neck when they rubbed against his chest. So she did against deliberately, feeling the drag against his bare skin, the tug of something not quite like pain in the tight peaks of her nipples.

Her world tipped over and she landed with an oof on her back. Again.

"That's really playing dirty. I can't tip you," Lanil complained, lifting onto her elbows to watch him tug one of her boots off.

Cullen looked up at her, an eyebrow rising. "You don't need to."

Lanil frowned and cocked her head to the side. "What does that mean?"

The second boot fell and his hands hesitated over her belt and breeches fastenings. He swallowed and met her still frowning gaze.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Sure about-- Oh, yes. Definitely. I'm sure I want to have sex."

"Thank you for making it so clear," he muttered, face overheating again.

"You seem worried about it," Lanil said. He still didn't move and she reached down to undo her belt herself. Then paused. "Wait. Are you worried about it? Are you sure? We don't have to. I like anything with you. You could hold my hand all night and I'd be just as happy, you know," Lanil told him earnestly, hands encircling his wrists. "I want anything with you."

He raised his head to meet her eyes and the look on his face had her heart beating so fast, it threatened to break through her ribs. It lit her all the way up, like the sun was rising inside her. He crawled up the bed, somehow like a cat, pulling her so that her legs weren't hanging off the edge and her head was closer to headboard. She protested with a laugh, shoving at his chest.

"That manhandling! Again! I get it, you're stronger than me," she joked. Her head tipped back onto a pillow as he smiled down at her.

"You keep saying all the things I'm trying to say," Cullen said, a hand cupping her face. A thumb traced the curve of cheekbone and vallaslin. "I want you in any and every way. Nothing isn't enough. Or anything is enough. Which makes more sense?"

She kissed the side of his hand. "Both make sense. Also, so you know," she couldn't open her eyes, and her cheeks were hot enough to put Cullen's blush to shame, "I love you. Just in case you didn’t know, you should know."

His forehead touched hers and she could feel him shaking. Or she was. That sunshine inside her was spreading across, inside, the entirety of her.

"I love you, Lanil."

She exhaled against his hand and grinned, and the sunshine spilled out of her. She was surprised her skin wasn'tglowing with it. He was gently turning her head and she blinked open her eyes. Only to close them again when he kissed her. It was like the first kiss. Dizzying. Overwhelming. Putting everything in its place. Drawing her close to him. Her hands stroked up his arms, and they were like iron around her, but it wasn't a cage. Because he was shaking, made weak by the touch of her hands and a simple 'I love you'.

That's what he meant. She didn't need to tip him anywhere. He would go wherever she led.

With that thought, she let her hands trace down his chest, down the line of his abs, and his stomach clenched. She dropped her hands to her belt again. The kiss broke and they breathed harsh and quiet, foreheads together, as she unhooked and unlaced. His hands joined hers, all his balance on his knees, and they pushed and pulled the rest of her clothes off.

When she reached for his breeches, fighting the urge to cover up, to clench her knees together--she'd never been so bare and it was an awkward feeling-- Cullen stopped her. She made a small confused noise, but he kissed her once, twice, hard and fast, before she could ask.

"Not yet," he said. Promised. She nodded, eyes locked on his.

His hand smoothed up her thigh, her hip, spread over her belly, and she was trembling. Breathing too fast. It sounded like fear, but she was burning up too much for that. It was want. She wanted his mouth on her again, his hands, the weight of him between her legs again. He shifted to place himself there, and she inhaled. Exhaled. Then, kissed his chest. Right where his heart was beating as hard as hers. Her arms wrapped around his back, pulling him down, and thank the Creators, the Maker, the damned Forgotten Ones, who cared, just thank something divine, when he moved.

His lips brushed her ear, up to the point of it, taking it in his mouth. She gasped into his collar, then followed his example, kissing up the ridge of bone. Biting at the swell of muscle near his neck. Her hands were in his hair, and she was trying to rock up against him, seeking that pressure she'd found on his lap.

But his hand on her belly kept her pinned. She could no longer kiss his neck, her mouth pressed his forehead, her hands gripping his back, because he was kissing down her chest. As his tongue laved at the peak of her nipple, his fingers slipped down.

Her whole body stiffened before she rocked up to press harder, gasping brokenly. It felt like his fingers were creating the fire inside her, his mouth on chest stoking it hotter, faster.

He was whispering against her skin, asking her what she liked, was it good, and she moaned. Begged for more. Always more. One of her hands left him so she could help, both of them working against that spot that had her whole body arching. She actually heard him curse, a real curse, and it made her laugh against his hair.

"So that's what it takes," she said with a grin.

"You're still laughing at me. Right now?"

"No, no," she said, laughing. "With you." Her breath hitched as his, hers, their fingers circled her harder, faster, and she cried out, shaky and loud. Too far gone to remember to stifle it. "Please, please, Cullen, say it again."

"Are you serious?" But he was smiling against her skin.

"Mm, yes. Very sexy."

"Maker preserve me." A sweet kiss to her nipple, and it made her giggle. Why? Then a kiss to her jumping pulse. Finally, to her mouth. She moaned into him, arching against their hands again. Then, one of his fingers, so much larger than hers, dipped inside the wet heat of her. He moved so slowly, she shook, quivered like a strung bow, turned her head to bite her own shoulder as her hips moved to take more in.

"Fuck."

She laughed, and moaned. His thumb was against her as his finger worked in and out, so damned slowly. Too damned slow. Lanil gripped his wrist in her hand, wrapped an arm around his shoulders, and rode his hand herself. Gasping and sobbing out each breath as she got exactly what she wanted.

And still she wanted, needed, more. His breath against her skin was melting her, the quiet murmurs of her name, praises of her. She wanted to weep. She wanted to kick him. Bite him. Stop holding back, she wanted to scream. But it was too good and she couldn't put real words together. When his second finger joined the first, so carefully, waiting a disastrously long time for her to adjust, to sink down onto his hand, she actually managed to find two words. She managed to open her eyes. Find his already staring at her rapt and bright. Very clearly, as if they were in the office and he'd handed her something official, said:

"Thank you."

Cullen buried his face against her throat and laughed. His whole body shook with it. She pressed her lips to his cheek, ridiculously chaste. It wasn't long until he recovered, and he kissed her fierce and hot, hand moving in her, and she cried out against his lips between sloppy, needy kissing. She'd never get enough of his mouth. Never, never.

Then, it got a little awkward. She squirmed and frowned at the feeling of his hand moving strangely. "Cullen? What are you...?"

"I'm sorry, I... I think there's something..."

"There is something. You've got two fingers in there. It's definitely something."

"Five minutes. Can you go five minutes without teasing me?"

"No." She gasped slightly, frowning That was. Something. Odd. "If you'd just tell me what you were doing, I could help. I'm a healer, remember?" Her breath hitched as he pressed deeper.

"Oh, I remember. Something about the mechanics?"

"Ye-yes." Midword, she screamed it.

She dug her fingers into his shoulders and pressed her open mouth to his skin. She hollered, her body vibrating, hips moving faster faster, his hand could barely keep up, but he kept touching her there. Whatever he'd been looking for, found. His fingers curling, stroking, missing it occasionally, and she sobbed his name every time he found it again. It was like she was fighting something, a current yanking her down underwater, and she was going to drown.

He was telling her it was okay. Almost there. And she twisted against him, hands pushing and pulling and grabbing, not sure what she wanted. Until the climax was yanked out of her, the riptide dragging her under. She was clutching tight, shaking, panting against him, legs clamped around his hand to keep him there.

She came back bit by bit, blinking away the dancing lights behind her eyelids, heart in her throat. She was boneless, satiated, humming softly as his hand, the one that hadn't been trapped between her thighs, smoothed her hair away from her eyes.

Lanil blinked woozily.

"So that's what you were looking for," she said despite her dry mouth.

Cullen chuckled and kissed her, there was no other way to describe it, sweetly. Cheesy bastard. He felt too tense against her, though. His hand was wet on her hip. In fact, she was uncomfortably damp between her legs, and she still felt like lightning was trapped somewhere inside her, but a low buzzing kind. Like static.

"How did you know--" Lanil started to ask.

"Didn't learn that in healing lectures?" Cullen asked. Lanil zapped his shoulder with static. It was already in her head, after all. She froze, eyes wide and worried, but he only winced and laughed. "In Kirkwall... a lot of the recruits and knights, they, uh, visited a brothel. And they talked about it. A lot."

"Well, if anyone knows their business, a brothel worker would," Lanil said with a nod. She shifted closer, pressing her nose against his neck, and her leg brushed linen. "Oh!" She rose onto her her elbow. Cullen raised an eyebrow. " You haven't had sex, well, no, that was definitely sex. But your breeches are still on."

"Um, yeah." He licked his lips and looked down. His face turned red realizing he was staring directly at her chest, and he quickly looked everywhere else.

Even now. After that. Lanil shook her head and smirked.

"I didn't. I wasn't sure if--I figured keeping them on would be safer," Cullen finally admitted, voice strangled.

"Safer?" Lanil sat up and swiped her hair back behind her ears. Like always, it immediately fell into her eyes and again she thought about shaving it all off completely. "Do you mean because of pregnancy?" He choked, sitting up quickly. "Because that was definitely covered in Wynne's lecture. It's been a while. Wait a second." She closed her eyes, frowned, and dredged up the glyph she'd learned over a decade ago. She'd barely paid attention; Anders and Amell had been planning some sort of prank and that had been much more interesting at the time. She carefully made the mark on her lower abdomen, and then another one for good measure. "There we go. Good idea." She smiled at Cullen, who was staring at the glowing blue glyph until it disappeared.

"Maker's breath, that is not what I meant."

"Really? What did you have planned?" Lanil squinted at his suddenly shifty eyes. "You do realize you can't just pull out at the end and it'll be okay?"

"What?" he asked, shocked. Maybe even aghast.

"Well, thank the Creators you have me. The healer mage. Who knows the mechanics of it," she told him, lips tugging upwards.

"I can't believe you," Cullen muttered, yanking her forward. She let herself be yanked, laughing smugly. "You're going to be the death of me."

Lanil snorted and shoved him down. He went, but he paused long enough to be ass and prove he did it because he wanted to, and she traced her fingers down his chest. Unlike her, his nipples weren't so sensitive, but she liked watching his stomach contract and shake the further down her fingertips trailed. The harder she scraped her nails. Not hard enough to mark, but enough to leave temporary lines that had his breath hitching.

"I won't ever be the death of you. If you die, for any reason, I'll go into the Beyond myself, like Dirthamen and his ravens, and I'd drag you back. And then I'd demand to know why you thought you could leave."

She said it hotly, firmly, brooking no arguments. And her fingertips traced over the bulge in his breeches. He actually twitched under her fingers, hips shifting upwards to follow when she lightened the pressure. No wonder he'd been mesmerized by her earlier. This was heady. Fun. Intoxicating.

A hand cupped her face, his thumb in the corner of her lips, and faintly she tasted something foreign. Or not so foreign, she was tasting herself on his fingers.

"I can see you smirking," he told her. She smirked wider. "And I believe it. That you would drag me out of the Void to scold me."

"Damn right."

"Maker, how'd I get so lucky?" he said on something like a laugh.

She leaned over him and kissed his nose. "Do you know, I ask that, too?"

He pulled her down into a kiss, and it quickly became heated Frantic. Her hand cupping his erection might’ve been why. He groaned into her mouth and she felt it down to her toes. She stroked slowly, pressing down a little more, and his hips jerked under her hand. Then, he was pulling at his breeches, one hand still in her hair, keeping her close and kissing her drunkenly. She actually stopped teasing long enough to help, and they tore the last of the layers off.

He sat up as he kicked his legs free, but didn't try to pin her down again. Instead, he hauled her forward, up, and she came eagerly, wrapping around him, kneeling around his hips, his hands fitting against her waist. She braced her hands on his shoulders, rising over him, and let him guide her down. Even as wet as she still was, as ready as she felt, it was. A lot.

They shuddered and gasped, locked in place and they'd barely even started. She could still feel his hand where he held himself against her. Carefully, she rocked up, down, slowly, freezing when he groaned brokenly and his hand bruised her hip in his grip. Not that she was much better, fingernails almost cutting through his skin, breathing too heavy.

Two fingers were just not comparable. Perhaps she should've done some research. Looked a little more before going for it. He was a big man for a human, and therefore large compared to her. And everything seemed... well, proportional.

No. No doubts. No hurry either. There was still so much time. They had all night.

She cupped his face in both her hands, kissing him soft and sweet. Licked at his bottom lip, flirted with his tongue, rocked her hips, and swallowed his moan. Sighed into the feel of him sliding in deeper, excruciatingly slow and shallow. The hand on her hip moved, stroked up her ribs, thumbed at her nipple and pinched slightly. Her groan was guttural, approving and needy. Then, both his hands were on her, playing, pinching, soothing, while she kissed him feverishly. Their whispered praises overlapped, urging each other on between kisses and gasping.

It was so easy to keep rocking, taking a little more each time. Each little roll of her hips, each stroke of his tongue against hers, the play of his fingers on her breasts, making her wetter, made it easier to stretch around the thickness of him. Until suddenly she was in his lap, and they cried out together, foreheads bumping and noses brushing. He was shaking so hard, she shook with him, and when she tried to move, he trapped her tightly against his chest, his breath too harsh in her ear.

"No. Not yet."

"Cullen?"

"I... I'm. It'll be over too fast."

"Oh. Oh! That's what you meant that before, didn't you? Not about pregnancy--"

"Please, for the love of the Maker. And the Creators, too."

"Okay."

He actually sighed in relief. She kissed his cheek and petted her hands up and down his back, soothing and slow. As he inhaled slowly, Lanil closed her eyes to take a moment, to figure out how much she liked this. It was... not uncomfortable. But different. He was deeper, wider, than fingers, and she shifted a little and gasped at the feel of him inside. No missing that at all.

He groaned, low and deep, hands convulsing where they gripped. And then he cursed again, and Lanil's breath hitched, stupidly so stupidly turned on by a filthy word in Cullen's mouth. She didn't mean to, but she sunk down lower, tightened around him with a greedy moan, and his hands were on her hips. Bruising again. His open mouth damp and hot against her throat.

And he was moving her. She barely needed to help, so she held on, encouraging and heady. Crying out and pleading in turns for him to go faster. Harder. Her thighs slapped against his, and she tucked her face against his neck, trying desperately to keep up, to move with his pace, frantic for that feeling inside her again.

She was sobbing that she needed him, needed it. But he didn't do that. Or whatever she wanted. Whatever she asked for, she'd lost track. Instead, he clutched her too close, she couldn't even squirm with how tightly he held her, then he tipped her.

"Ass," she gasped. "You did it again."

"What, you didn't want this?" he asked, mouth in that insufferable smirk, voice as breathless as her own. He unwound her hands from around his neck, pressed them against the mattress on either side of her head, and thrust.

Her eyes widened. She pulled her knees up higher, locked around his ribs.

"Yes. Do it again," she agreed with a nod.

"Orders, really?"

"Ugh, please?"

He did, both of them gasping, sighing, relieved. Needy. He moved faster, harder, just like she'd wanted. It wasn't quite there, but it was good. So good. His breath was shallow, his groans deeper, rattling her bones each time his hips thrust forward. She wriggled one hand free, clutching with the other so he wouldn’t let go, and reached down to find the spot they'd found together earlier. And she cried out, broken, shaking, then again even louder. She could barely breathe between shudders and cries, with him moving in her and her own fingers helping her up the peak.

His hand on her knee pushed it up farther, held her leg in place. And when he thrust that time, she hollered. Turned her head and bit her shoulder, moaning and rocking with him, pulling him deeper, tightening around him, fingers flying.

He said her name like a prayer, like a curse. She never heard him sound like that. That was hers. Her name said in a voice only for her ears, hoarse and low and burning. He thrust hard enough she saw stars and his hand squeezed hers as tightly as she squeezed back. He shuddered. Not quite sobbed a breath against her ear and goosebumps trailed down her spine at the heat of it. She felt the small, stuttering movements of his hips. Finally, she got there, just after him, fingers pressed hard against herself, body clenched tight around him, his heart thudding in her ears.

...

She nuzzled closer, glorying in warmth and skin and Cullen. The book and mechanics didn't talk about the messy right after, the fumbling clean up and nervous looks, which was all very humiliating and endearing in its own right. But this part? The after-after? Where she could lie as closely as possible, leg tucked around one of his, arm across his chest, the smell of him and her and them heady and dark, and both his arms around her, his lips against her hairline?

This was exactly what she dreamed it would be like. But even better because they were naked under the duvet. There was something so deliciously divine and perfect about it. They could pretend like they weren't at war. That danger wasn't around every corner. That she didn't need her staff and he didn't need his armor. They were safe, and bare, and together.

"Lane?"

"Mm?"

"I love you."

"Mm." She kissed whatever skin that was closest to her mouth. "I love you, too."

She fell asleep to the feeling of his smile against her forehead. She wouldn't need to dreamwalk tonight. She'd never been further away from fear in her life.

...

Surprisingly, Cullen didn't wake first. Lanil slithered out from under the covers, soundless with her bare feet and zero clothing. It was a wrench, really, and she had every intention of waking him to say goodbye. She liked to see him sleep, though. Proof at last he got some. But she'd woken up because someone had come in to quietly leave something in the office. The door had opened again, and there had been a pause, and then the door closed a final time. For now.

Probably dumbfounded their Commander wasn't tied to his desk. Or immediately coming down to see the report the moment the door opened.

Lanil shook her head, smiling to herself as she sat on the edge of the bed to put on her boots. Maybe sex wasn't always so complicated. In fact, there seemed to be some obvious benefits. Despite how... well, sore some areas were, she'd never felt so rested. And Cullen was obviously--

"No. No, stop--don't. Not them. No, no, not her, please no. Stop!"

Lanil twisted around, eyes wide. Cullen was tossing slightly, face sweaty, hands in fists in the sheets. Just as she reached out, a hand on his shoulder, he shot up.

She tensed, but he didn't strike at her. Only dragged his hands through his hair and wheezed for breath. Without thinking, she crawled to him, set her hand on his chest, and breathed deep and slow.

"With me, ma vhenan."

His hand grasped her wrist, tight enough to make her grimace, but only for a moment. Just as quickly, his grip relaxed and he pulled in a shuddering breath. And then another.

"A bad dream?" Lanil asked when his breathing matched hers. She lifted her hand from his chest to cup his face. He turned slightly to kiss her palm, ignoring the faint glow of the anchor.

"It's worse... without the lyrium." Lanil bit back the words, wanting him to never feel pain again, but giving in to the lyrium would be the end of him. So much worse than his suffering now. "I keep reliving that time, all those days in Kinloch before the Wardens came--I'm sorry." He broke off and attempted a reassuring smile. "You don't need to worry about this. I'm dealing with it."

Lanil wanted to slap him upside the head. Scold him. Shake him. Stupid, perfect, ridiculous man that he was. She did none of that. Just sighed.

"Cullen, I want to worry about you. I care about you. I love you. I meant it every time I said it, in every possible way it can be understood. So let me worry about you as much as you worry about me. Please?" She whispered the last word, too raw and earnest.

"Lanil, I..." His eyes searched over her face. "I never thought I'd feel this way about anyone. That we'd be here like this."

Lanil smiled and they both leaned in at the same time. Their foreheads bumped and it was perfect. Just like that. Just them.

"Is that a yes?" she asked.

"Yes. You can worry about me. If you must."

"Yes, I must."

"I love you."

"You better, because I made an ass of myself. I said please, Cullen."

He laughed, low and warm. How could a man like this love her so much? How could she make him so happy just by being herself, flawed and scarred and abrasive? Could he be blind? Fooling himself? Putting her on that pedestal she'd seen in Josephine?

No, not Cullen. He'd seen her at her worst, her weakest and her most ruthless. They'd been petty and rude, snapped and snarled across a war table. But it all came back to these moments. Where being completely and totally herself could make him smile and make him laugh.

She kissed him without thinking about it. Desperately glad, relieved, so full and vibrant, that she couldn't not kiss him. She clambered onto his lap, thumbs hooked behind his ears, drinking him in with greedy gulps. He groaned underneath her, hands on her hips, and she felt the ache of the bruises he'd already left there. They had been barely visible when she'd dressed, but she shook under his touch now. She didn't realize where it was heading until she rocked forward, felt him already hard beneath her. That burn in her belly came back and she didn't care that she was sore or achy. It wasn't bad enough to stop her.

"You want to--Now? Someone's going to--" Cullen stuttered, eyes stuck on her hands as she all but ripped the buttons of her shirt free.

"They already came and went," Lanil said quickly, throwing her shirt aside. "You'll have to help me be quiet, though." She smirked down at him. "Since you have a hole in your roof."

"Maker's breath, Lanil."

But he pulled her down into a kiss and helped her take off her boots. So she won again. He always let her win.

#Cullavellan #cullen x lavellan #cullen x surana #dai fanfic #dai lavellan #dai cullen rutherford #This is HIGH before the loooow because i have plaaaans #horrible plans for them #and if grown ass men in 2023 could be confused abt birth control #then a virgin in what is basically the middle ages can be too #No Cullen you cannot just pull out #LMFAO #Lanil might know the MECHANICS of it #but cullen definitely overheard the fun stuff despite himself #the day he decides to try what he thought was a weird joke about eating out is the day lanil is ruined

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edzmunson86 · 2 years

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𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝕲𝖎𝖗𝖑 - 𝕰𝖉𝖉𝖎𝖊 𝕸𝖚𝖓𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖝 𝖋!𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

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Stranger Things

Eddie Munson x f!reader (major)

Billy Hargrove x f!reader (minor)

Word count Chapter two: 2105 Words

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×little bit of everything [drugs, abuse, mention of sex, sexual innuendo, fluff, bullying, cursing(expletives), SMUT, comfort, angst…etc.

(Y/N) Your name

(Y/H) Your Haircolor

(Y/E) Your Eycolor

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"Where are we going?" I asked, as the wind from the open window whipped around my hair.

"Let me surprise you." said Eddie and turned into the forest.

"You're not going to kill me now, are you?" I said jokingly, pulling a joint out of the secret compartment of my backpack.

He had to laugh and shook his head. When he looked at me and the joint, he also pulled one out from behind his ear and held it in my direction.

"Apparently we had the same idea!" and laughed again.

We were definitely going up a hill. Arriving at the dome, he turned left into a small forest path and a super beautiful view spread out in front of us. Beyond the small forest was a stunning open space. The slope was fenced so you couldn't fall off. He parked backwards and went to the back to open the doors. Meanwhile, I got out and walked around the van. I was totally amazed at the beautiful view. From here you could look over all of Hawkins. Eddie spread out another blanket in the back so we could sit a little softer. He placed himself comfortably and then knocked next to him to show me that I should also sit down. No sooner said than done, I sat down cross-legged next to him. Before I took off my shoes and let them fall on the floor.

"We can smoke one together, then you can save yours for a rainy day." he said, put the joint in his mouth and lit it.

I put mine behind my ear and after he took a big drag, he handed it to me. I did the same and, after a moment of pause, blew out the smoke again.

"Since when have you been playing the drums?" he asked after a brief moment of silence.

"Quite a while. I think it's been about four years now. My parents hate it, like everything I do. That's why I only played in the music room at school after class. But then I could at least play what I wanted, since no one was there anyway," I said and handed him the joint.

"I would like you to be the drummer for the band. Gareth is good, but that short piece you played was incredible." then he took another drag.

"I think if you kick Gareth out and replace him with someone you know for two days, you can forget about your friendship with him." I told him honestly. He handed me the joint again.

"You're already right and when you said you didn't want to spark in between, he was pretty good about it then." he said and slumped back and sighed. He put his left arm over his eyes.

I took a drag and threw myself next to him. I put the joint between his fingers, which were resting on his chest. I blew my smoke in his face, he should know now what it meant. When I did that he looked out from under his arm and grinned like the last dumbass.

"What?" I asked and grinned too.

"Was that supposed to mean what you told me earlier at school?" he asked.

"Who knows..." I pretended to be puzzled and shrugged my shoulders.

He let the smoke he had inhaled a few seconds ago run out of his mouth and breathed it back in through his nose. I don't think he knows how incredibly attractive he looked doing that. Since he just had his arm over his head anyway, I had the opportunity to explore his body. His Tshirt slipped up a bit when he put his arm over his head. Below his belly button ran a light strip of dark hair that ended in his pants. I lay down just as he lay there to restrain my thoughts. Suddenly Eddie stirred and bent over me. As he took the next drag, he looked at me. He came closer to me and let the smoke run out of his mouth. His hair tickled my face, he was that close. I knew exactly what he wanted. I sucked back in the smoke he was blowing out, coming a little closer to him as well. My heart was beating up to my throat when he was so close to me. I blew the rest back in his face. He held the joint to my lips so I could take another drag. Slowly it started to kick in and my blood pressure circulated back down, which he had just caused to overflow with his action. He flicked the nub out of his van without taking his eyes off me. He looked so incredibly handsome even from underneath. We lingered like that for a really long time, just looking at each other. His head was rattling, I could tell. I think he was weighing every possibility of how this could turn out now. He suddenly started grinning out of nowhere.

"What? Why are you laughing?" I asked as the corners of my mouth automatically pulled up with it.

"I've never smoked a joint with anyone, let alone a female." he said.

"Are we ready to tell each other our secrets yet?" I beamed at him teasingly.

"Then I'll tell you my little secret" I said, propping myself up on my elbows to get even closer to him and then whispering in his ear. "I have chocolate chip cookies in my backpack".

We looked at each other in a flash and immediately had the same thought. We rushed forward at the same time and when the other was faster, I pulled him back with all my might. We laughed with all our hearts. I managed to stand up and free my foot from his grip. Therefore, I was the first to reach the cookies and hold them in front of Eddie. I celebrated my victory in a good mood and stuffed one inside my mouth first. Eddie's mouth was watering and I could see him struggling.

" I'd do anything for a cookie..." he said, dropping his hand to the floor because that's where it was still lying.

"Mhm, anything?" I asked a bit insinuatingly and came closer to him on all fours.

" Anything... " he hummed and came even closer to me.

"Go and get it!" I asked him.

He came closer and I leaned backwards. I held the cookie as far away from me as I could. He let his hand slide behind my back so I wouldn't fall over. My chest pressed against his torso while he tried to grab my arm. He was so close to me that our noses almost touched. His arm tickled against mine with his curls back in my face. Unfortunately, his arm was a bit longer and he was able to grab the cookie without much effort. His smile expressed 'Nice try' as he took some distance from me again and shoved the cookie into his mouth with relish. He still held me close and we just looked at each other.

"When you're stoned, does everything feel like an eternity to you too?" I asked him freely.

"Yes..." he breathed and came a little closer again. I could feel his heart beating with how close he was to me.

"Normally this bothers me, but if you could associate a fraction of a moment with eternity, I would choose this one in particular".

As soon as I said that, his lips were on mine. He kissed me so incredibly softly. His hand on my back, increased the pressure and pressed me harder against him. His hand that had been holding the cookie not long ago crept up to my face. His rings cooled my hot cheeks back down a bit before his hand slid to my neck to press my lips even tighter against his with light pressure. Our mouths pressed apart and carefully his tongue sought its way to mine. He tasted smoky-sweet, just as he smelled. In his kiss was the passion and a longing that emanated from him. The feeling he gave me made all my worries fall away. It was as if that was what I had been missing all these years. Slowly the pressure fell from my lips and he brought us apart. His hazel eyes looked directly into mine and on his face was the most seductive smile ever.

"And now, I'd like another cookie!" he said meekly.

"Something sweet after the sweet." he added and reached for the cookie box.

I didn't know what to say to that, he had just left me speechless. He lay forward again, but this time on his stomach. And ate more cookies. I was still kneeling in the same place and had completely forgotten how I worked. He looked back and tapped his hand next to him.

"Are you coming?" he asked me, mumbling.

I just nodded and laid down on my stomach next to him as well. I wondered what has changed between us now. Actually, I wasn't planning on committing to anything my senior year, since I was leaving here anyway. And everyone mostly went to different colleges scattered around the country. Eddie interrupted my thoughts as he started talking.

"Well actually I was going to do that the moment you punched Jason, but I figured it might have been a little pushy." he said, making a motion with his hands like he was weighing something.

"Did I turn your head, just with my existence?" I said jokingly.

"Probably, at least that's how it feels".

" Shock infatuation, that's what it's called." I mumbled.

"What?" he asked, probably not understanding.

"Nothing, it's ok." I smiled at him.

We lay there like that for quite a while, eating one cookie after another. We joked around a bit more and sometimes we just looked at each other. He turned on his side, propped his head up with his hand, and got his pack of cigarettes out of his pants. He opened it with one hand and took one out with his mouth. After that, he offered me one too, which I also accepted with thanks. We lay there exactly the same and smoked without taking our eyes off each other. My eyes were also getting heavier and I was also getting more tired. I threw my butt over my shoulder, out the door and rested my head on my arms. Eddie stroked my hair, my cheek, my arm and from my shoulder to my back. It was so comfortable and his touches tickled my skin, making me smile.

"Hey, so you don’t fall asleep in my van and I won't get you home. Do you want me to take you home now? We have to leave soon anyway."

"Mhm…" I just said as his caresses almost transported me to a dream world.

"Come on, at least sit in the passenger seat." he smiled and helped me up.

Eddie slid in another cassette and turned on some music. During the ride we didn't talk much but warbled along to a few songs. Unfortunately, I could never sing along with all the lyrics and only a few lines. Eddie drummed away on his steering wheel while driving and played air guitar to it alternately with one hand. He dropped me off again in the parallel street and got out with me. Now we were standing in front of each other, huddled around, and I didn't know how to say "bye" to him. Should I just say something and leave? Or should I hug him? Or even kiss him goodbye? I was totally overwhelmed with a goodbye, where was this going to go. But I didn't have to think about it for long, Eddie pulled me into his arms and gave me a kiss on the forehead while he put his arm around my head. I smiled and waved to him as I left. While I turned around once more, he leaned against his van and waited until I was gone. I crept to the basement entrance I had opened earlier. As quietly as I could, I closed the flap and, like a cat, tap-danced upstairs to my room. Who would have thought it? At just the right time, I closed the door and heard my mother coming up the stairs. I quickly got into bed and pretended to be just getting up to turn off my alarm clock when she walked in the door.

"Dinner's ready, dear. Are you coming?"

"Yes, I'll be right down." I said in my sweet voice.

When she closed the door behind her, I threw myself into bed and took a deep breath. For no reason I started grinning like a horse. 'OH NO (Y/N)! Don't you dare! Don't you dare fall in love, not now and not here!' - I admonished myself and made my way down to dinner.

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chubbyclown · 20 days

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In Spock's Quarters.

Contains: button popping, heavy fluff, mentions of fatphobia, Substance abuse resulting in intoxication.

KIRK

The chair squealed under Kirk. Spock had talked for nearly two earth hours about it’s insect he was interested in. Jim was exhausted from the last battle and the Vulcuns company was soothing.

Pinches of pain made him shift, making the chair squealed again. Spock turned, "This damn thing is getting on my last nerves." Jim said as he got up. He lightly shook the chair, “Maybe it has a screw lose.” Spock sat down in the chair; silence.

A small sense of embarrassment shot through the captain as his hand met his bloated belly. Spock shot up rather suddlenly, “Where are my manners?" he gestured to the recliner;"shouldn't the captain have the more comfortable chair?"

Indeed it was more comfortable. The more comfortable chair for the portly captain. There was a pause between them before he asked, “Do you have any brandy?” Spock pulled out a bottel from a drawer beside his bed. “I can get you a glass-” Jim knodded. The brandy burned. “Shall we continue?”

“Yes, Mr. Spock.”

The lover raised an eyebrow, “We're alone. Why the formalities?” A smile spread over Kirks face, “It gives me emotional Security.” Spock’s placed his hand over his eyes in great annoyance. This made the captain laugh, the greenfaced teacher removed his hand eyecover saying, “Yes, of course.”

Jim feel like a student again.

Spock droned on about crytalization period of some moth neither of them could pronuce. Jim poured brandy into his glass and the hours ticked by.

Sometimes, he wished he could have gone back to the academy. Despite, Finagin, he missed the place. He thought of how he would do it over, if givin the chance. He thought, “Maybe I wouldn’t have been so grim. I would have...experimented with a few-”

Pop!

A button flew over to the other side of the room. Nearly hitting a helment on display.

Spock's head turned to the button then to the Captain, who was turning redder than the curtins. He leaned forwad to rise-out came another one that hit Spock on the shoulder.

“SPOCK! I- I’M Sor-”

“It's okay, captain.” Said the vulcun, rubbing his shoulder.

Jim began taking off his shirt. Spock opened a drawer, “I think I have one of your shirts here, if not I can give to your quarters and get one.” Kirk staggered to his feet waving his hand, “ It's no use.” Spock turned, “No use? Captain, you can't just walk out of here, shirtless the crew -” Jim sontered to the wall holding the red curtin, burying his face in it. His friend placed a hand on his shoulder “We have to keep up appearances,”

This annoyed Kirk, "What do you mean? The crew has seen me without a shirt, countless times?" Spock shook his head; “Its not that, they’re rumors that, you and I...well.” Jim nodded. Spocks ears seemed to drop a little bit, “What?” inquired a drunk Kirk. The first officer took a deep breath then replied flatly, “There have been some complaints captain. About your body.” Jim’s eyes floaded with self conciouness, but then determination.

“I’M THE CAPTAIN I WILL WALK AROUND SHIRTLESS IF I WANT!” He proclaimed.Kirk staggard towards the door. "Jim! Please.”-

The iniberated man fell but caught by a very concerned Vulcun. Spock lead them back to the bed. At this point Jim was begnning to resemble his lovers green hue. Laying him down the friend pulled a plastic bowl for sick. “Just in case, you’ve had allot to drink. Water?” Spock inquired, “Yes.” and covering his face let out groan.

He moved his hands down, his body stopping at his very round belly. He chuckled, "I've been waiting for the new uniforms. They used to make them out of a very terable meterial but you could get them quickly.” Spock raised an eyebow sitting next to his friend. He pointed to his shoulder, “I disagre with the integrity of the new shirts.” Jim snorted rubbing his belly. A little grin still remaning on his face. “Starfleet doesn’t like making larger cloths, I heard that back at the academy. They do this to deter us form gaing weight.” he picked it up and let it fall. It hit his lap with a soft, 'thunk'.

"That sounds...logical." dispite this Spock did not seem to agree with starfleet. Kirk sighed "That's the third one I've ruined this week. Along with two pairs of pants." he said, Jim tried to put his arm around Spock but he shifted away.

"We both know your species is pron to weight gain in times of stress. And believe me, “ He turned to look into his captains eyes, “This is a stressful time. It’s alright." Kirk gave an inquisiative look at his first mate.

“Alright? I'm a captain of a starship; I can't afford to become a tub of lard." He turned away from Spock saying this. His lover tighted is embrace. "It’s only fifty sixty pounds at the most, you're getting older; life is getting harder." Kirk snickered, "I'm serious," Jim slowly sood up. He turnd and pointed a finger chuckling,“You don’t want me to leave here without a shirt because your embaressed.” The Vulcun raised an eyebrow. He was certaianly NOT embaressed by Kirk. Sure there were some things about him that are...undeirable but-

“You used to want to touch me. But now, you can’t even lay a fingure on me!” Jims eyes welled up with tears. Did he really only want him for his body? Was he that cold? Spock’s heart pounded in his chest. He would have to come clean.

He strightned himself taking in a deep breath, “I have to confess-” “Save it!” Kirk held up a hand. He rose to his feet and staggared to the door.

“I’M THE CAPTAIN I WILL WALK AROUND SHIRTLESS IF I WANT!” He proclaimed again.

“JIM!” Spock tackled him. The human struggled then became overcome with grief. Fresh tears came from his eyes, “You only wanted me because I was beatiful. You pointy eared-” Spock took his head in his right hand looking deep into his eyes.

“I want you. I’ve always wanted you. I want you now more than ever.” This truth left a silence.

Spock again lead them to the bed. Jim made no fuss as his cat like compainon curled up on his chest. Caressing his large arms. Kirk placed his arms around him. They sighed deeply making a humming sound.

They started rocking back and forth. Jim placed his head on Spock’s shoulder. “Maybe I should listen to McCoy and just stick to the leaves-”

Spock stopped rocking “Do not listen to anything that quack says!" Jim was taken aback. That was the most emotion he had ever heard from the vulcun; of course it would only be reserved for someone like Bones. Unless...

“Being on such a restricted diet while exercising as much as you do, will eat your muscle." Spock was hiding something. Kirk sighed again, his belly smashed agisnt his lover. “I’m losing control. I need to get back in control of myself.” Spocks arms placed themselves around Jim, holding him tenderly.

"You need muscles to move captain."

"What's the point if I can't move?"

"You can still move just fine."

"I'm getting slower."

"It's a perfectly normal for a man your age -

"I KNOW SPOC- I, I know, I just...wish...things could go back to how they were." He covered his face with his hand. To much of his annoyance the vulcun responded; "That's illogical captain. Time marches forward." Kirk exhaled all of the air that was in his lungs. He inhaled slowly and at the end said, “If I didn't know any better, it sounds like you don't want me to lose weight.”

His eyes went to his lover.

And the lovers face was green, pure green. His brown eyes buldged out of his head with his lip tucked firmly between his teeth.

Spock

“I can’t lie, I can’t lie.” That thought raced through Spock’s head. He knew that stare Jim was giving him, filling him with more emotions, more questions. He felt as if he were suffocating under them all! Racing through his head, “Goddammit! Is liking human a genetic traite? Why do I feel this way? I'm engaged...I don't want her. I want to be a Vulcun. I don't want her.” He shook his head.

“I am a Vulcun-” He started; “Spock” interjected a kind, familiar voice. Face the music. "Captain, I...don’t want you to be unbalanced.” His ears were practically folding themselves. Jim took Spock’s hand. He leaned in,“I know, Spock.” The captain started to grin, “I saw something. When we touched.” Spock’s face was the color of the deep ocean. He had never let anyone see him like this.

“You did?”

“I did!”

“You did...”

An emrald faced Spock turned his head, Jim pulled him around and kissed his cheek. Turning it even greener, "It’s okay, Spock." The captains lover embraced him. Kissing down his torso ravenousely, sending sparks up Kirk's back. He let out a small sharp, "Ah!"; as the lover grabbed his belly rubbing his face in it. Jim moaned with extasy. Suddenly the vulcun stopped, “Spock?” he began to shrink back, his ears folding again. “I'm sorry, Captain-” Kirk lifted the messy bowl cut up to his face and kissed it. Spocks pupiles dialated for a second. “Don’t be sorry, thats an order.” he said softly. The first officer nodded. But the voice in his head continued to brate him. “Who are you?” He thought.

Kirk planted a kiss on his damp forhead, “It was cute.” Spock raised an eyebrow, “Cute?” Jim smiled. The Vulcun opned his mouth to protest this human word but was interupted by- A KISS! ON THE MOUTH! HE WAS KISSING HIS CAPTAIN ON THE MOUTH!

It was unlike anything he had ever exprinced before. And he was enjoying it! He fought the urge to grab his lover and throw him agisnt the wall, instead pulling him closer. This was frighting; he wanted to absorb his lover. It was compleatly illiogical. And it felt soo good. He broke away form it painting and Jim sitting on the bed laughing. Then sanding to his feet. A big stupid grin stretched from ear to ear as he jiggled his gut in front of Spock.

“He You love this, don't you?” Jim blushed, "I might be taking this too far."

"I don't think so." Kirk embraced, a soft, "Oh?" Escaping from his lips. The clock buzzed.

Jim jolted but was stopped by the strong embrace of his partner. Spock pulled him in, nuzzled up to his ear, "My bed can fit the both of us." He whispered.

“Spock, you're my first commanding officer, and my greatest weakness." Jim chuckled, his lover curling up on his chest. He pressed his lips on Kirk's.

They fell into a blissful sleep as the ship continued on.

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drift off on the floor, i drag you to the shore

This is Part 2 of 3. Part 1: “baby, can you see through the tears?” Part 3: “tripping, falling, with no safety net”

Set after Season 2 of Euphoria

Fezco x Reader

“I’m gonna give you everything you’ve ever wanted.” He speaks the words against your flesh. Like a vow, like a prayer. It makes your skin frost with goosebumps. He kisses you everywhere - your belly, your palm, your sternum.

I'll drive around again

One hand on the wheel

One in your mouth

Turn me on and turn me down

Warnings for: sex & intense horniness, drugs, mentions of death.

Inspired by the songs “Savior Complex” by Phoebe Bridgers and “Heart Don’t Stand a Chance” by Anderson .Paak

Fluff & Angst

6.6k words

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You’re pretty sure this moment should feel like you’re in a movie. Leaning against your cheap car, feet crossed at your ankles, eyes glued to the gates ahead of you.

Instead you’re just tired. You had to get up at six in the morning.

When the gate starts to open up, you stand up straight. There’s a small group of about seven men walking out in a scattered formation. You see a man in flip flops and a Hawaiian shirt, a man in slacks and a button down, and a young man in what looks like a school uniform. All of them have a black duffel bag.

And then you see Fez. He’s wearing a plain gray sweatshirt and black sweatpants. All government issued. You’d bought them for him from the commissary as soon as you got a release date. There was no way you were going to let them make Fez wear the clothes he was booked in. He’s carrying an opaque plastic bag and you know it’s in there - whatever outfit it is - drenched in his blood and sweat and gunpowder. You glance down and see he’s wearing dress shoes.

But you can’t think about it for too long because he smiles at you. He smiles wide, all of his perfect imperfect teeth appearing.

“Come here, baby.” He says as soon as he’s within earshot, and you realize you’ve been completely frozen since you saw him.

You exhale and walk towards him, hugging him so tight he sways with the force of it. He laughs a little bit, his breath ruffling the hair on top of your head.

“Hey.” You say.

“Hey.”

You haven’t had a chance to hug him since your first visit, not since the state system started to take the pandemic seriously. All visits went no-contact after that. You were stuck talking to him through a glass pane, on a telephone, with a mask on. The windows were smaller than they looked in the movies.

It was frustrating, and you still worried he’d get sick while inside with so many people and no personal space. It’s such a relief to have him back, healthy and safe.

In your arms, he feels bigger than you remember. Firmer. Not by a lot, but enough that you can notice it.

“I missed you.” You say it while turning your face into his chest, muffling the words with the cloth of his sweatshirt.

His hands leave the small of your back and he gently lifts your head off of his chest. When he places his palm on your cheeks and tilts your head back, you hold your breath. He leans in a bit, just a tiny bit, and hesitates. His eyes jump from your eyes to your mouth and back, and then he leans down all the way and kisses you. Firm and warm.

You shut your eyes and let yourself enjoy it.

It would be nice to say that you and Fez were on steady ground. But you’re not. Sort of. It’s like he’s your Schrodinger’s boyfriend.

You’re not really sure how people become pen pals with inmates and end up marrying them. Talking with Fez about your relationship felt like an uphill battle. Once a month visits and letters let you both express what you wanted, but with each week you could feel uneasiness seep in. The fantasy you both imagined during your first visit was starting to crumble under the weight of reality. You hated yourself for always doing this. Dreaming.

And there had been too much to talk about. Things more important than getting back together. Things like getting his grandma back in his care. Or where he would live, now that the house was gone. Or opening up the store again, if possible.

No room for dreams. Still, this feels nice. He’s yours again and you’re his, in whatever way you can be.

Fez presses another, smaller kiss to your mouth before pulling away just to press small kisses to your face. One by your eye, one on your cheek, another on your other cheek, close to your nose. You grin and open your eyes.

“Ready to go?” You ask.

“Hell yeah.” He smiles back. “Let’s get the fuck outta here.”

“The door’s open” You say. You grab the bag from his hand and round the car to toss it into the trunk. You’ll get rid of it later, when he’s not around.

When you get in the driver’s seat, Fez is already in the passenger’s seat. You put on your seatbelt and turn the car on while he looks out the window at the looming building that caged him for the past nine months.

The engine makes the whole car vibrate beneath you. The radio comes to life, a familiar melody buzzing out of the shitty stereo. Peeling out of the parking lot, you can feel when Fez turns away from the window and looks at you.

“When’d you get the car?”

You glance away from the road for a moment and look at his earnest face. He looks tired, but you can’t help the thought that runs through your head. Every day since you’ve met him he’s only gotten more beautiful.

“Around October,” you say. “It was about time, huh? I don’t know how I survived without it. It’s not as nice as yours, though.”

Fez whistles.

“Yeah, I’m gonna miss it.”

“Well, about that…”

You glance at him again and catch the sly look in his eyes.

“What?”

He was never somebody you could get an excited, impatient reaction out of. Instead he always got thoughtful and curious.

“Maybe I saw your car go up for auction, and maybe I won it, and maybe a friend is holding onto it until we can go pick it up.”

There’s a beat of silence.

“Are you fuckin’ with me?”

He sounds different than you expected. You come to a stop at a red light and look at Fez. His elbow is resting against the edge of the car window, his hand on his forehead and holding up his head. He looks serious.

“It was way cheaper than it should have been. The cops auction shit off for dirt cheap. And I’m paying in installments.”

He runs his hand over his face, quickly, and breathes in.

“Shit. Thank you.” He breathes out. “I’m paying for that car once I get my money up.”

You take hold of his left hand, and he curls his fingers around your palm.

You drive for the next few minutes like this, lifting his hand to your mouth once just to press a kiss there. Eventually you have to let go as you get deeper into busier, faster roads.

The car has been silent since you announced your surprise, aside from the radio. The early morning January chill is seeping into your car, and you reach to turn on the heat, just a tiny bit.

Just as you do this, Fez’s arm moves too and his hand lands on your thigh, a formerly familiar touch. Your breath hitches, but you don’t react outwardly. His hand is cold but warming up slowly - you can feel it through your pants.

The clock reads 7:45 in the morning. A quick scan of the road ahead of you reveals auto shops.

“You hungry?” you ask.

Fez makes a non committal sound, and you catch sight of a sign advertising a pit stop with fast food joints. You make a turn onto that road, deciding you’re hungry even if he isn’t.

“Could go for something, I guess.” He says after a small moment.

“Yeah? Anything in particular?” You smile to yourself. “A McDonald’s breakfast?”

“Shit, girl. How’d you know?” He jokes. It used to be his favorite guilty pleasure meal.

“You wanna go inside to eat?”

Fez hums in thought.

“Could we get it to go?”

“Sure. I’m eager to get home, honestly.”

In response, his hand stays right where it was, just above your knee, but his fingers slide to brush the inside of your thigh. A jolt runs from that spot all the way to the bottom of your spine.

“Yeah.” He says, simply. There’s a long pause, and then he continues, “I missed you, too, by the way.”

His pinky strays a bit, skating up your thigh by just a centimeter or two.

“I’m driving.” You warn, already guessing at where this is going. You can’t find it in yourself to say anything else, it would take too much focus and energy. Just one touch and you feel helpless.

“What? I just wanna touch you.” He answers, his voice devoid of any connotation. An innocent declaration that he misses human contact. But you know better. “It’s been a long time.”

That’s all fine and well, but then his hand lightly squeezes around your thigh before sliding up by about an inch or two.

“Fez -”

“On your right,” He interrupts. The giant, golden arches of the McDonald’s M looms ahead.

You pull into the drive through. He rubs your leg with his thumb. Your mouth is drying out.

When you order, Fez laughs at the slight tension in your voice. He’s the one who accepts the paper bags of food and pays with a small wad of cash he procures from his sweatpant’s pockets. All you have to do - all you can do - is sit there with your hands on the steering wheel. He removes his hand for one merciful moment when he turns to put the food in the back seat.

Then he puts that damned hand back on your thigh, higher up than before.

“You’re not just doing this cause I got your car back, right?” You joke, pulling out of the drive through and back onto the main road.

“No.”

He hikes his hand up your leg again, by another inch or two. You notice that every time he moves his hand up your leg, he also angles his hand more and more towards your inner thigh.

Your leg tenses and he squeezes back in response.

“Have you been thinking about this, too?” The words are unhurried as always.

“Fez, it’s a long drive, seriously.”

He’s silent for a beat or two, giving you a moment to breathe.

“It’s crazy I can still get you going like this.” He observes. His thumb rubs at your thigh again. By now his entire hand is hot. “I woulda been kinda disappointed if I couldn’t.”

A couple of smart ass replies come to mind, but you just focus on getting back onto the freeway.

Your silence only serves to work him up.

“I want you so bad.” He says, and he sounds overwhelmed. Amazed at the strength of his desire.

You start wavering, trapped somewhere between driving autopilot and rapt focus on Fez’s voice. You hope to God you won’t crash.

“Say something.”

“Like what?” You glance down at his hand, the broad palm and sturdy fingers.

The insidious touches while driving - this is a game you’ve played before. But something is different this time.

Maybe it’s just all the time you’d spent apart since your break up, but you’re not sure you can remember a time Fez has been so possessed.

The desire filling up the car is tinged with desperation.

When you were together he was playful and emotional. Sweet and lustful. Demanding and generous. But he was never quite like this.

It figures, though. You’d left him. And being locked up is a lonely experience. Nothing but his imagination and anticipation keeping him going.

“Tell me you want me, too.” He says, and, yeah. This is new even if it’s not surprising.

“You’re all I’ve ever wanted.” You answer, because it’s true. You place your right hand over the one on your thigh, not stopping him or urging him on.

Without preamble he slides his hand all the way up to the crease of your thigh, bringing your own hand along with his. You press your legs together on instinct. Half an hour ago you’d been wondering about the nature of your relationship. Now he’s leaving trails of fire where his fingers touch your leg.

“You don’t know how much I want you.” He sounds breathless suddenly, and you squirm.

“Fez, please.” You plead. “I need to drive.”

He stops squeezing your thigh and you relax. Then he slides his hand off of you completely but not before grazing you right at the apex of your legs. It’s like he struck a match within you. You exhale slowly, shakily, putting both hands on the steering wheel again. Gently, he brushes a stray piece of hair behind your ear before retreating entirely.

Traffic stalls for a bit and you turn your head to finally look at him. He has one relaxed hand over his mouth, looking thoughtful. His eyes are dark and his face is flushed. He stares back at you for a few moments before turning his head and looking out the window again.

Your heart slows and you can hear the music from the radio again. You didn’t even notice that you’d gone deaf to it. You turn the volume up by a few points and put all your attention on the road ahead.

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“You livin in East Highland again?” He drawls when you take the exit into town. He sits up straight in his seat.

“Yep.” The familiar streets are making it all much more real. It’s like this past hour in the car was a weird dream, but now that you’re driving through your hometown it’s hitting you that Fez is free. Fez is coming home. Fez is going to get out of this car and exist in the space next to you.

“What about school?”

You shrug, and feel a smile tugging on your mouth.

“I got a car now, I can commute instead of dorming.”

“Ain’t that harder?”

“Nah.”

Yes it is. Not by a lot, though. And it’s worth it. You wanted to give Fez a place to stay until he gets back on his feet, and you can’t do that if you’re staying in a dorm. Even if it doesn’t work out, even if he has to sleep on the couch until he gets his own place, you want him to have a home.

Fez hums in a way that betrays his disbelief. You don’t care.

You glance at the clock again. Just a little past 8:30. You grin.

“Whatchu smilin for?”

You take your eyes off the road, finally feeling more comfortable driving back in your hometown.

“Me? Nothing.”

When you pull up to your spot - a shitty, ancient duplex - your second surprise is sitting outside on the sidewalk.

You know Fez sees when he practically stumbles out of the car before you’ve even put it in park.

You turn the engine off and step out of the car, hearing the conversation without seeing it.

“Hey, Fez.” Rue says.

“Kid...” His voice is so soft, you’re surprised you can hear it.

“Welcome home.”

When you close the door and look over the roof of the car, you can see the way Rue’s face is closing in on itself. She’s going to cry.

You busy yourself with getting the food out of the backseat, making sure to take your time.

“I missed you, Rue.”

His face is hidden behind her wild curls, but you know he’s smiling. Over his shoulder you can see her wiping away stray tears.

And even though this is a happy day, your heart aches for them. You hadn’t hugged Fez in about seven months, but Rue hasn’t touched him since before he was arrested.

You remember all the times Fez called her his family, and you realize he’s been separated from what little family he had left for almost a year. You and Rue missed him in different ways, but you know her pain has been just as deep as yours.

Sometimes you would visit him together, but you always gave each other privacy during your talks, going in one at a time to talk with Fez through a pane of glass.

You can’t forget the visit in September when Rue burst into tears as you both walked out of the jail. She’d apologized, and hiccuped, and hidden her face. She told you Fez had wished her a happy belated birthday.

“He said ‘Happy Birthday, kid.’” She recounted, wiping her tears with the heel of her hand.

When you hugged her she was shivering with the effort of not crying.

“He’s always protected me, and I can’t do anything for him.” She choked out, and you heard a little girl who missed her brother. It shocked you how many different ways this situation could break your heart.

In the present, Rue hides her tears from him, and the smile that overtakes her face when she looks at Fez made the bad memories go down easier.

You close the back door, paper bags in hand, and walk around the car to join the pair.

“Ah, shit.” Rue laughs. “I bought breakfast, too.”

She gestures vaguely behind herself, and you see a large McDonald’s bag.

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In your little apartment, you sit around at the tiny table and eat together.

“I brought something else.” Rue announces, and her eyes cut to yours. You glance at Fez and he has a lopsided smile on his face. He looks between the two of you, brows raised.

“Damn, y’all are just full of surprises today.”

“It’s a special day.” You reply, and Rue reaches for her backpack. She pulls out an old shoebox, the lid duct taped closed.

“Didn’t want anything to fall out.” She explains, and Fez looks at her curiously. He moves wrappers and plates out of the way to set the box on the table and unsticks the tape carefully.

When he finally gets the lid off, his eyes jump back to Rue’s, full of wonder.

“Are you serious, kid?”

He pulls out a ziploc bag. You already knew what would be in there, but it’s your first time seeing it too.

Inside of the bag is all of Fez’s jewelry - or as much as Rue could find. Chains, rings, bracelets. His grandmother’s rosary. And Ash’s jewelry too.

“How’d you get this?” Fez wonders, holding the bag up to the light and looking at all the gold inside. “Thought they’d auction off everything in the place.”

“Well, I broke into the house before they could do that.” She grins, proud.

“You’re fuckin crazy..” Fez shakes his head, smiling. He puts the bag down to the side and looks into the box again. One by one, he pulls out framed pictures.

You wish you could have been there, watching Rue in the dead of night. See her grab every picture off the walls and flat surfaces, and see her scavenge for the photo album in the closets.

He pauses at a photo of his grandmother, set in a metal frame. She’s young in the picture, no older than thirty-five. Her hair was black, her eyes piercing. You used to look at that picture often and wonder what she had been like. From what Fez told you, she was larger than life.

“C’mere, Rue.” He says, his voice rough. He extends one arm out and Rue stands to lean into him. He hugs her tight with one arm, the other hand still holding the photo.

He turns his face into her hair.

“I love you.” He says.

You can hear him take in a huge, shaky breath.

“I love you, too, Fez.”

You turn away and try to blink away the tears in your eyes. You’ve never seen Fez cry before.

When you look back, Rue is standing from the hug, pausing to kiss the top of Fez’s head. He laughs, and it’s all watery. His face is tear stained.

“Shit.” He laughs again, wiping the tears away. He exhales and you wonder how exhausted he must be. He’s gone through almost every human emotion since he woke up this morning, probably.

Rue spends the day with the both of you. She sits with Fez on your couch and talks about her sister, and her mother. She tells him that Lexi has her pick of colleges to attend next year. She mentions her sponsor. He knows the best diners in town, she says, and she wants to go to them with Fez.

You don’t talk much. You will have an indefinite amount of hours to talk with Fez.

At half past two, Rue glances at the clock and clicks her tongue before standing up.

“Man. I gotta go.”

Fez raises his brows.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Rue shrugs, the gesture exaggerated in that way it always is when she does it. “Gotta get home at the right time, can’t have my mom know I’m skipping.”

“You’re skipping school?”

“It’s a Tuesday.” Her face shifts into a quizzical little expression, but there’s humor in her eyes.

“Ah, fuck. I don’t know which way is up at this point.”

Rue slings her backpack over her shoulders.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it.” She smacks him on the knee, and he beams at the familiar gesture. “I’ll see you around.”

She nods at you as she walks out. The door closes behind her and Fez falls back on the couch.

“She’s doing good.” He says to the ceiling. “I can tell she’s clean.”

You sit on the couch beside him, taking up the spot Rue was in. The afternoon sun is streaming in through your windows.

“Wanted to tell her I’m proud of her.” Fez continues. “But I didn’t want her to feel…I don’t know. She’d just get embarrassed. You know what I’m saying?”

“She’s too humble.” You agree.

He sighs.

“Wanna go for a walk?”

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So you step outside and walk and walk and walk. You walk tirelessly, roaming all over your neighborhood and then some.

“It feels like the world is endless.” He says, standing at a crosswalk, looking at the cars flying by.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s like I could walk forever. I mean, I can walk forever. Nobody to stop me, no fences keeping me in. I can be alone if I want or around other people if I want. It’s like I’m becoming a human again.”

You cross the street and he eyes a couple of kids exiting the corner store up ahead.

“You’ve always been human.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t get to live like one.”

The tone of his voice is equivalent to a shrug. It’s the most frank he’s ever been about life on the inside.

When you get back, you cook an early dinner. He stands behind you, one arm holding you against his front. You remember the days you did the same, pressed against his back as he made breakfast. Listening to the sounds of Ashtray getting up in the next room.

“You got class tomorrow?” He asks, shifting easily so you can stir the sauce in front of you.

“It’s winter break, so I got a month off. Still have two weeks left.”

He hums, pleased, and the vibrations from his chest run down your spine.

After dinner you sit on the couch with him again, watching the first movie you could find on TV.

“How are you feeling?” you ask during a commercial break.

Fez looks up to the ceiling, thinking.

“I don’t know. I’m really happy. And tired, I guess. Horny.” He grins around the last word, his eyes shifting from the ceiling to look at you.

You could have guessed at all of those answers. It’s still really something to behold. If anyone cycled through emotions quickly, it was you. Sometimes it felt like he was just observing you, and now it’s the other way around.

“Can I kiss you?��

You’re startled.

“You think you need to ask?”

“Ionno. I think I just asked so I could hear you say yes.”

“Yes.” You say, and he leans in and kisses you like he wants to savor you.

In the back of your mind you wonder if he’s okay. It’s a stupid thing to wonder about, because you know he’s not. He’s insecure and trying to hide it, and you don’t know if it was being incarcerated that fucked him up or if it was you. He was blindsided when you left him.

Slowly, gently, he leans forward until you find yourself lying on the couch.

“I’ve been thinking about this for months.” He tells you in between kisses. “Almost asked you to pull the car over this morning.”

He presses his chest against yours and your breath catches before you can tell him you’ve been thinking about this too.

“Wish I coulda told you about all the things I wanted to do.” His breath is hot against your skin as he moves to kiss your cheek, then your ear. “But they listen in on the calls and read all our letters.” He mouths at the column of your throat.

“Bastards.” You say with a smile, chest heaving.

He holds your hand when he comes inside you. He tells you he loves you and you say it back. You seal your mouth to the hollow of his collarbone just to taste the salt of his skin. You’re so happy.

He almost falls asleep on the couch afterwards, but you convince him to shower first. When he comes out of the bathroom and enters the bedroom with a towel slung low on his hips, you get your first real look at his body. You didn’t really see much when he was on top of you.

He is a little bigger. You see the bulk of muscle under a layer of soft skin and fat.

You pass him a pajama set and he takes it with an odd look on his face.

“You really takin’ care of me.”

He drops the towel, the early evening light making him glow. It’s like the sun is using its last gasps to highlight his skin. There’s a scar on the left side of his belly. A twisted dimple marking where the bullet tore through him.

You look at him, nude and unassuming. You know his time inside has toughened him up. But he is so, so vulnerable. He doesn’t have a clue.

When he climbs onto the bed next to you, he stretches and kisses you on the back of your neck. You jerk away.

“I’m all sweaty.” You complain.

“Don’t care.” He drops a kiss to your shoulder before you get up to go take your own shower.

When you get back, he’s lying on your bed, barely keeping his eyes open. Each blink is drowsier than the last.

“Go to sleep.” You whisper, climbing onto the bed.

He shakes his head, but you caress his cheek with the back of your hand and he’s out like a light within minutes.

These tender moments remind you so much of your last year of high school. You and Fez acting like adults. Playing house every weekend. But Fez was never really pretending. He’s been an adult since he was thirteen. You feel like you’ve only started to catch up with him in this past year. Your worries used to be so different.

You sit there on your knees, looking at him.

When you first visited, you’d asked him if he was going to leave his old life behind. He said he didn’t know. You promised to wait for him if he gave you something to look forward to. Then you didn’t talk about it after that. It would be unwise to ask if he plans to keep dealing over the phone in jail.

You’re afraid of his answer, but ultimately it’s a decision he has to make on his own. Your sixteen year old self would call you a coward, but if he goes back to dealing you will cut and run again. Even though you don’t want to.

You reach out and touch his face. You press your fingertips into the jut of his cheekbone. Loving him has never been scarier.

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In the morning you wake up and find Fez has tucked his face into the crook of your neck while you were sleeping. His legs are tangled with yours and one of his hands is on your waist, the fingers relaxed and curled.

It hits you that this is your first time waking up next to him in a year and a half.

“Morning.” He mumbles, and you can feel his lips dragging against your neck lazily when he speaks.

“How’d you sleep?”

“Weird. Forgot how it feels to sleep on a real mattress.” He inhales and you can tell he’s still sleep dazed. “And if I can be honest with you, I’m still crazy horny.”

You laugh.

“No, I could tell.” You say, shifting so the side of your hip presses against his front, letting him know you could feel his dick.

“Shit, sorry.” He laughs, too. “I’m bricked up.”

So you fuck, and it’s like he’s on a mission to erase every memory of that last time you fucked back at his place. He was always enthusiastic in bed, but now he touches you like he can’t believe you’re real. He looks amused at the way he can get a reaction out of you with a pass of his hand. But then you kiss him behind his ear or nose at the warm junction of his neck and shoulder, and he just falls apart.

“I’m gonna give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”

He speaks the words against your flesh. Like a vow, like a prayer. It makes your skin frost with goosebumps. He kisses you everywhere - your belly, your palm, your sternum.

“You just tell me what you want, and you’ll have it.” He promises, hiking your leg up to hook it around his hip.

You moan and he kisses you on your open mouth.

“I’m never gonna get tired of this.” He tells you afterwards, looking and sounding absolutely blissed out.

You hum in agreement, and squirm a bit, and he raises his brows before glancing down between your legs.

“Fuck.” He hops out of bed and disappears for a few moments before coming back with a damp washcloth. He carefully parts your legs and cleans you up.

“I did this last night, too. Shit. Didn’t even think about a condom.” He folds the washcloth in half and smooths one hand up your thigh, nudging you to let your legs down now that he’s done.

“Relax.” You say, and he glances up at you. “I’m on the pill. Kinda figured this would happen when you got out.”

“Jesus.” He laughs and scratches at the top of his head.

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The two of you hit the store later that day. Fez had lucked out - his grandmother had already paid off the mortgage on the place before she got sick, and the cops had no way of proving she paid for it with drug money.

The house, on the other hand, was being paid off by Fez, who they could prove was making at least some of his money off dealing. They took the house and everything inside as ‘asset forfeiture’. But maybe that’s not so bad. You’re not sure how he could ever sleep in that place again.

Fez opens up the store and you find everything covered in fine dust. You pick up a packet of Slim Jim’s and chortle when you realize it hasn’t expired yet.

The ice creams in the unplugged freezers have melted. You frown. It’s going to be a bitch to clean up.

While you admire a bag of immortal twinkies, you hear the creak of a door opening and closing. When you look up, Fez has vanished.

You call out his name and get no reply.

You find him where you hoped you wouldn’t - in the fridge, hidden behind the shelves of drinks. He’s staring at the seat behind the table in the corner. Ashtray used to sit there. The microwave is still plugged in, but it’s dead.

“It’s so fucking stupid.” He mumbles, his back turned to you.

“What is?” You ask. You want to touch him but you know it’s not what he needs right now.

“Everything.” He answers, “This is all so fucking stupid. Nothing makes sense without him.”

There’s nothing you can say. You remember Ash’s smile. He was such a beautiful boy. You still remember the day you first saw him with those damn tattoos. He’d laughed at the look on your face. You told him he’d regret it when he grew up.

If you open your mouth to speak now, you’ll just cry, and Fez will get stuck comforting you when he’s the one who watched him die.

So you keep your mouth shut. You don’t know how to tell Fez he has to make sense of his life without his brother. How could you? Raising and loving and protecting Ash was his entire purpose. He wouldn’t even dream about his life on the farm if Ash couldn’t go with him.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.” He says, and before you can answer he’s halfway out the door.

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The rest of the week is slow going. You prepare for the start of the next semester, and you watch Fez get increasingly frustrated with his new life. He doesn’t know what to do with himself. You can tell he’s getting uncomfortable with you taking care of him instead of it being the other way around.

He used to be the most stable thing in your life. Mellow. Now his moods change almost by the hour, although he tries to hide it from you. Joy at being free, depression over Ash. Bored and angry in turns. Needy and then avoidant on a whim. He used to be a man who controlled his feelings, but now his feelings control him. Every website tells you it takes time for inmates to adjust to life on the outside. At night he clings to you like he’s adrift and you’re a lifeline.

He goes to the store without you, and you let him have his space. Sometimes he stays out for hours. When he comes back you smoke a little weed together. It hits him harder, faster now.

“I need to get my bread up.” He says, his head on your lap. You pluck the blunt out of his fingers and put it out in your little ceramic tea platter. “I gotta get my grandma outta that nursing home.”

“It’ll happen, baby. When you open the store again.”

And he does open the store again. It’s a whole party, with flashing lights and throwbacks played over a stereo. People dance, the racks of packaged food pushed up against the walls to make room for everyone. It looks like every kid he’s ever befriended is there that night.

You spot Lexi there, with Rue and all of their friends, and you cringe at the way she looks at you then looks away.

You steel yourself and walk up to her, offering her a drink that she accepts but doesn’t sip from.

“You can talk to him. You should.” You say, and she doesn’t look scared but she does look uncomfortable.

“I wouldn’t want to make things weird.”

She’s only a couple years younger than you but you can’t help but think she’s just a kid.

“Lexi,” You start, and she stands a tiny bit straighter. “If you’re part of the reason he’s been happy at all in these past two years, you’re alright with me. And if you loved each other - that’s private. Love is private.” You sound so stupid to your own ears, but it’s sincere.

“I didn’t think we’d ever talk about this directly, honestly.” There’s relief in her voice and you smile a bit.

“He cares about you a lot.”

“I think I’m gonna - I should..” She smiles in exasperation at herself but you just wave her off. She wanders off to talk with Fez and when he catches your eyes from across the room he looks grateful. Then he grins at Lexi.

Being grown up about this is easier than you’d have ever imagined. You remember that time you’d had a shouting match with Fez over an older girl who flirted with him incessantly. Your jealousy was just your fear of losing him manifesting. Now, you’ve been through the worst. What else is there to be scared of?

There’s movement at the entrance. You look over just as Faye walks into the party and you smile instantly.

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You get home from class and see that Fez’s car is parked on the street outside of your building.

Maybe he’s taking an early lunch, you think.

Ever since the store got up and running again, Fez has been working nonstop. He always was an incredibly hard worker, but his hours were unusual. Now, they’re a bit more conventional.

You’re climbing the stairs to your apartment when a man crosses your path. You both step on the landing at the same time - him going down the stairs, and you going up. He looks at you, but before you can really look back, he turns his face away.

Something tells you to walk a little faster, and when you reach the second floor, you see the door to your apartment swinging closed. You look back but the man is gone.

When you step into the apartment, Fez is on the phone. He spots you, says “Listen, I gotta go, let’s talk about it later.” and then hangs up.

And you trust him. You do. But your anxiety is threatening to overtake that trust, like a tidal wave crashing over the shore.

“Hey, baby.” He puts his phone down on the coffee table. “Was class good?”

“Yeah…” You glance back at the door, trying to make sense of things. “Did you have lunch yet?”

You scan the living room. Nothing seems out of place. You soothe yourself internally and decide to let it go.

He gets up before you can head for the kitchen, insisting he will cook today. You thank him by hooking your finger around his gold chain and pulling him in for a kiss.

He presses a wad of cash into your hand and kisses your forehead.

“For the rent.” He says, then he busies himself with firing up the stove.

That night, you lay your head on his chest and listen to his heart. He plays with your hair, traces your jaw with a light touch. There’s a movie playing on your laptop. You don’t know a bigger cinephile than your boyfriend. Fez could watch movies for hours.

He laughs at something on screen, the kind of laugh that makes his chest shake and his voice go all cute.

You haven’t spoken to your parents lately. Not since you moved out of the dorm. They never really disliked Fez, but they were kind of happy when you broke up. And then when he was arrested and you started visiting him, they were concerned. When you moved out of the dorms they knew it was so you could live with Fez once he was released.

It was one thing when all they knew about Fez was the rumors they heard. It was another when he was a convict, no matter how light the sentencing.

You look at the screen but all you see are colors and shapes. You miss your parents. You’ve loved Fez for four years.

You can’t wait to move into a bigger place with him, one with a room just for his grandma. You can’t wait to graduate and work and have him by your side. You want to prove everyone wrong.

But who was the man leaving the apartment this afternoon? You told yourself you’d leave again, if he went back to dealing. But now you’re scared that you couldn’t even if you tried.

You shut your eyes and try to make yourself sleep.

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A/N:

Thanks again for reading. I’ve decided to make a third part, because I realized the plot I came up with for this mystery man character would not reasonably fit in here.

Send asks and messages with requests or whatever.... or don’t! Either way thanks for reading! :)

I have to admit I’m proudest of the scene where Fez admits nothing makes sense without Ash...

#fezco x reader #fez x reader #fez x you #fezco x you #fez euphoria

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eupheme · 2 years

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Waking Dreams

Otto Octavius x F!Reader

Rated E - 1.8k words

Tags: lots of fluff, consensual somno, gentle teasing, fingering, jerking off, oral (f receiving)

Summary:

“Oh fuck, I missed you.”

He hums a low, one-note sound of approval, “Missed you too, darling. All I could think about tonight was coming home, and burying my face between your thighs.”

“Don’t let me deprive you, then.”

A/N: It’s impossible to write this fic without thinking of this incredible art by @themaydecemberist or this gifset 💕(Can also be read as a sequel to Sunburst!)

You feel something coaxing you from a deep-set dream, a warm hand smoothing over your shoulder as you lie curled in the blankets - trying to tug you towards the surface - though you stay firmly under.

Lips touch softly down to your temple, the apple of your cheek, the hand lifting from shoulder to trace patterns on your arm.

You stir, the words tumbling out like a sigh, “Is it morning?”

“No,” It’s little more than a whisper against your skin, “It’s still early, love.”

Eyes drift shut again as the bed dips, and you roll with the weight, shifting from your side to your back, legs stretching out and flexing against soft, cool sheets after being tucked up so long in sleep.

Otto’s fingers brush the hollow of your throat, dropping to loosen one button, and then another, inches of your soft skin coming into view.

The sleepwear you’re wearing is intimately familiar, an old shirt of his - the starch long washed-out, the pattern faded and soft under your fingertips.

“Vintage.” You had teased when you found it buried in his closet, slipping it over bare shoulders, rolling the sleeves up to your wrists.

His smile had been slow at your joke, lost in the word and a thought, until you had made room for yourself on his lap. His palm going flat on a bare thigh as your legs parted to straddle him, the dark lace of your bra peeking out of the deep, low v. Otto had melted under your touch, and after that - you had started sleeping in it when you missed him.

The path of his hand moves, gliding from skin to shirt, smoothing down from the collar to cup a breast as he mouths at your neck. A soft moan comes then, a thumb brushing against the pebbled bit of fabric, circling slowly and gently as you arch into his palm.

Eyes flutter open as he shifts to fill the soft valley between your breasts, fingers oh so gently pinching and kneading, his breath hot on sleep-warmed skin as he works his way downward.

With heavy limbs you stir, the space between your thighs feeling warm and neglected - your legs pressing together in an attempt for some friction, but he’s already there, shifting between spread knees. Deftly undoing the last two buttons until your shirt parts like chiffon curtains, exposing a bare strip of skin from thigh to neck.

Your hips lift lazily as you blink down at him, watching as his mouth leaves invisible marks - your skin prickling as his grey-flecked beard scrapes over sensitive skin. The heat in your belly curls as his face tilts up so his eyes can meet yours, dark and hungry in the late evening light.

The look he gives you is worshipful, his eyes so soft and deep you could fall into them, and you buck again, only for a wide hand to push down against your hip, pressing you against the mattress.

“Patience, my dear girl.” Otto’s voice is gravely, but it’s hard to be patient when he’s teasing - his mouth passing the soft curve of your stomach, down, down to your mound, lips dragging softly against skin so close but so far from where you need him.

You’re fully awake now, though your voice is still low in its own way, the whimpers from your throat coming with each long breath as other hand traces the curve of your knee. Fingers sink into the flesh as he moves back upward, slowly following with his mouth to press a kiss against your inner thigh.

It seems cruel he would rouse you from such a sweet dream only to tease, and when you voice that complaint he laughs, the sound a low rumble.

“Could your dream do this, darling?”

A knuckle brushes against your seam, dragging and pressing, parting your folds to feel how you’re drenched for him. Your moan catches in your throat, thighs clenching as a thumb brushes slick, arousal-swollen flesh, nudging at the sensitive bud of your clit.

There’s the prickle of coarse hair on your thigh as his lips brush another kiss, the knuckle on his finger straightening, the tip just starting to press into you.

Otto slides into your heat, and you’re clenching around him already as his thumb works in tight circles. He starts slow, barely a movement, working small flexes of his hand until he’s thrusting into you.

“Oh fuck, I missed you,” Your eyes close, brow scrunching as he presses in deep, the words sliding out with a moan.

He hums a low, one-note sound of approval, “Missed you too, darling. All I could think about tonight was coming home, and burying my face between your thighs.”

The hand on your hip tightens when you flex again at his words with a low groan - you had been content with his touches, his fingers. But now that you he’s voiced his thoughts, you ached for more.

“Don’t let me deprive you, then.” You mean it as a tease, but the need in your voice softens the words, betrays you.

His eyes pull from his fingers to your face, they’d be severe-looking under his cut of his eyebrows if not for the way they burn, unspoken promises flickering in them. A second finger presses its way in, stretching, and you can hear the way he fills you, the wet squelch of each thrust.

And he hears it too, his lip lifting in a smile to show teeth, “Could say the same to you, darling. Let me ask - was it those little dreams that have you this wet?”

His fingers curl and drag against your inner walls and your thighs jerk, your lips parting in a rough moan. The thumb circling your clit dips down to your damp lips, dragging through your arousal on its way back up.

“Or is this all for me?”

“You,” You gaze into those expectant eyes, your word coming in a low rush.

Another gasp of breath as you inhale, “Always you.”

There’s a whirring as his actuator arms move, slipping smoothly between sheets and skin, worming their way under your thighs. The cool metal against flushed skin is soothing, but then you’re yelping as they suddenly tilt your hips up a few inches - his fingers withdrawing so his mouth can meet the sweet offering placed before him.

The sudden drag of his tongue against your cunt sends searing pleasure down your spine - your fingers twisting in the blankets by your head, searching for something to anchor yourself with.

He eats you like a man starved, tasting all of you, a low groan in his throat when his tongue presses in where his fingers were, dipping inside you. Wide hands palm your ass, though his mechanical arms have you positioned just right, fingers sinking into flesh as he hold you to him.

Otto’s name is on your tongue as you cry out, clenching down around nothing as he moves up to your clit, soft and messy and fueling the spark igniting in your core.

His nose bumps against soft, slick skin, tongue and then lips are wrapping around your clit, stealing the air from your lungs with a groan that seems to come from deep within you.

Then there’s the press of thick fingers as they return to your heat, pushing deep and then dragging until they bump into something that makes you whimper, finding that spot again and again.

It shouldn’t be a surprise that a mouth so clever could make you feel this way - but you’re still shocked at the way his tongue moves, lapping at your clit, making your muscles tighten deliciously in anticipation.

A silver tongue gilded with promises of devotion and something deeper, something hidden in those dark eyes when you catch him looking at you.

It’s in the way he’s looking at you now, an intense devotion as he catalogs every breath and movements, the gasping of your lips and the way a hand moves to curl around a breast.

Your breath feel shallow in your lungs as his fingers continue to pump, each gasp of breath a soft “oh” as he drags you closer to the edge. Lost in those eyes, you can only grasp feebly as he brings along to the peak he’s created.

A shuffling sound pricks at your attention, your head tilting as his eyes slide shut and he groans against you. One of his palms leaves your ass to unclasp his belt, working down the zipper until he’s pulling himself free.

You watch his hand close around the flushed, swollen tip, unable to resist the urge to take a bit of the edge off - and the thought that you’ve done this to him, without even touching him, has you aching and tightening around him.

“God, don’t stop,” you rasp, and you’re not sure if you’re talking about his mouth or the jerk of his fist, but it’s all building and swirling and it’s too much-

It hits you hard, the last bit of air ripped from your lungs with your cry as your walls clench down around and flutter around his fingers. You’re not sure if you’re shouting or if it’s all in your head - his lips staying suctioned around your clit as his fingers continue to curl.

The dark room seems to white out as your eyes shut, your hips rocking against his mouth as you ride the undulating waves of pleasure out - until your legs finally unclench, and his arms are tilting your hips back down to rest on the mattress.

You lay there for a long moment, your brain content and fuzzy with your release, small aftershocks pricking at your core. Then, with shaking arms you push yourself up, meeting the man hovering over you half-way, your hand cupping around Otto’s neck to pull him down to you.

His beard is damp and he tastes like you, your tongue brushing into his mouth as he opens for you. Otto moans when you suck on his lip, trapping it between teeth as his body rolls against yours, his cock rutting against the curve of your hip.

Your kiss turns lazy but he arches into you, the broad expanse of his chest and curve of his stomach a welcome weight as he fits again between your spread thighs.

“Was it like you imagined?” You ask when the kiss breaks - one hand cupping his face, the other snaking down between him, until your hand is wrapping around his weeping cock.

He groans as your fist pumps, traveling up his length as you gently squeeze. It was still early after all, and there was plenty of time to return the favor.

“No.” He word catches you off guard, until his hips thrust against your hand, until he’s bending down to kiss you again.

“It was even better.”

#Also Otto has a beard because he deserves one #otto octavius x you #otto octavius x reader #doc ock x reader #otto octavius #doctor octopus x reader #spider man no way home #spider man

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fieldofdaisiies · 2 years

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Remus Lupin x Reader | Scars to your beautiful

type: fluff,

warning(s): curse words; fluffy, slightly shy Remus, kissing

word count: 685

summary: you kiss Remus’ scars to show him how much you love him and that the scars do not matter to you

I took inspiration for this from a post from the wonderful @lonelyhe4rts; (I hope this is alright); she is an absolutely amazing writer!!

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"Mhm, darling what are you doing?" Remus mumbled, slowly blinking open his eyes only to find you leaning over him, your soft lips placed on a scar right next to his belly button.

"Kissing your scars and worshipping you, my love." you whispered against his belly, the warm breath tickling his sensitive skin. Continuing to pepper his skin with soft kisses, you saw goosebumps erupt on his skin.

"Why?“ he grumbled, moving a hand into your hair, slowly brushing it through your tangled strands. "Stupid question. Because I love," moving further up you placed a featherlight kiss right over his heart, “you."

A weak smile appeared on his face while he shifted uncomfortably on the bed and under you, making you stop your nibbling on his skin and lift your head.

Pouting, you stared right into his eyes. And Godrick, you were just too adorable.

The weak smile on Remus’ face turned into a lazy, morning grin.

Bracing one hand on his chest, the other one on the bed next to his body, you leaned up to his face, shortly pecking his lips and leaning your forehead against his. “Good morning, by the way,” you giggled, closing your eyes and brushing your cheek against his.

It was now four days after the full moon…after a bad full moon and Remus was still recovering.

“Morning, but I already told you that you don’t have to do this.” he mumbled, not opening his eyes but his hand slowly tracing up to your waist, squeezing it gently. You rolled your eyes, although he could not see it, laying your head down on his chest.

“I am not doing this because I have to, I do this because I love you.” Turning your head, you continued brushing featherlight kisses against his skin.

“This still leaves me utterly confused,”

And now….well, now the featherlight was forgotten and you quickly slapped his upper arm.

“Stop thinking so little of yourself all the time!” you grumbled, placing another kiss where his neck met his shoulder.

“Did you just hit me?” “Yes.” you giggled, wanting to kiss him again but just a second later he had you both flipped around, now leaning over you, one hand braced on the bed, the other on your waist.

“I would not have done that if I were you.” he stated, faking a warning tone, his eyes shining brightly.

“Ooh, now I am afraid.” you chuckled, your grin immediately also making a grin appear on his face.

Both his hands moved to your waist….starting to tickle your terribly. Godrick no. You were so damn ticklish and he exactly knew that.

“No….please stop…I am peeing….I am peeing myself if you don’t stop,” you panted in between fits of hysterical laughter, trying to wiggle the tall boy of you. Of course you were careful, some wounds were not yet fully healed.

“Stop. Stop,” you cried out, tears of laughter slipping over your cheek, when Remus finally let go and let himself fall on top of you, chuckling into the crook of your neck.

“That is what you get for mocking me and…hitting me. Hitting your boyfriend. Your poor and terribly injured boyfriend.” he mumbled, nipping on the skin of your neck.

“Oh, poor baby.” you mumbled, suppressing a moan which was solely caused by his tongue on your neck. “You are quite feisty today, my love. Do you know that?”

You tried to nod, curling your arms around his neck, him continuing his nibbling on your skin.

“Are you alright? Feeling a bit better?” you then asked, carefully tugging on a few strands of his hair so that he would lift his head. Remus nodded, slowly, brushing his lips over yours. “Yes. I feel okay, really alright. Is it okay if I lay down here and nap for a bit longer.” He pointed towards your cleavage, smiling and you nodded, grinning at him.

“Sure, sure, my love.”

Nestling his face into the soft skin of your cleavage he inhaled deeply, placing a kiss against your skin and moments later drifted of into a peaceful slumber.

As you were not really tired anymore you just kept stroking his back and his hair, enjoying his warmth and comfort.

#remus lupin fluff #remus john lupin #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus x reader #remus x you #marauders #marauders era

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jungkookschin · 2 years

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desirable

from the i can and i will drabble series

enchanting romance blooms between you and jeon jungkook. he wants you so bad, finds you so desirable. so, he does everything in his power to gain approval from his members and the company just so he can be with you for at least a little bit.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: none! making out? fluff, struggles of being an idol:( jk just wants to be a normal teen

this is the jk im imagining so keep that in mind!!

Your usually timid and shy nature is what draws Jungkook to you. It's what makes him want to know you more.

So yea, he obviously does some digging. Jungkook’s a pretty good stalker. Of course, he does all his stalking from his burner account with zero followers. Though there’s no definitive proof that he stalks because he makes sure to never like or even watch anyone’s story, he’s a pro at it. It’s what he does during the dreadfully long rides from the dorms to music shows, or on the plane rides when he has to perform concerts in foreign countries.

Anybody can imagine his dismay once he finds your Instagram account. He thinks his jaw probably drops to the ground when he sees how.. promiscuously you portray yourself. There’s a plethora of bikini pictures, and tiny dresses with you posed in such a provocative manner. You’re usually so shy, so timid, and just so out of reach that he can’t believe that you have this side to yourself. And of course, he knows that the types of clothes don't reflect on your personality, he is intrigued.

He would have never expected that you have a heart shaped belly button ring with a pink fairy tattoo adjacent to it. He would have never expected you to even own a piece of promiscuous clothing- just from how conservative (?) you seemed to be.

It’s not like he doesn’t like it. He does. Jungkook’s a man too, even though many seem to think that idols aren’t like normal people, he definitely likes what he sees. He’s looking- respectfully of course.

He scrolls down and sees a selfie of you that makes him want to jump off a building. Your lips are glossed up, in a cute duck shaped pout. You’re winking at the camera, your arms extended to showcase your face, neck, and collarbones. You look different with a full face of makeup. Of course, you look fierce and incredibly sexy, but Jungkook can’t help but thinking of office you.

The you who sits in her desk in the BigHit office with a hoodie and sweatpants. Dark circles under her eyes from the lack of sleep. He knows you’ve been trying to land them an appearance on Weekly Idol, and that you’ve been spending countless nights trying to do so because you’re invested in the success of BTS.

You’re invested in his success.

So, he gets up from the practice room and makes his way to the office, where he sees that you are there once again, and so late at night.

Jungkook’s the one who pushes himself as far as he can in the practice room, ensuring that every dance move is precise and on point. He’ll lose sleep to make sure that everything is perfect, because he that’s the type of person he is.

You’re like a mini him, pushing yourself as far as you can because you’re passionate about your work, passionate about your job.

“It’s 1AM,” he playfully remarks, leaning against the wall behind you. In your wheely chair, you flinch at his sudden appearance.

You turn around and face him, sighing. “I know, it’s pretty late. They put me on hold for the millionth time tonight. I know how badly you guys wanna go on this show, so we’re doing everything we can.”

You offer him a tired smile, which ends up plaguing him with guilt. He crouches down in front of you, giving you a stern look. “You know that it’s your job to take care of yourself too?” He raises a brow at you. Over the past few months, he’s thrown away his shy personality, developing the confidence to address you so directly. ”Can’t have a tired intern around here messing everything up,” he playfully adds.

You crack a laugh. “And what about you? Can’t have a tired idol around. I know a certain someone stays here every night until four AM. I think he pushes himself a little too hard.”

Jungkook’s still crouching in front of your wheely chair, facial expression brightening up at your banter. “You know I’m not as good as my hyungs, I gotta practice more.” He juts out his bottom lip, pouting at you in a way that makes you giggle.

“You don’t actually think that, do you? I collected a survey today, and the fans think that you’re the second best at dancing.”

Jungkook sighs but all you're thinking about is how he’s maintaining his balance crouching in front of you like this. He isn’t even holding on to anything to keep himself still. It’s probably his massive quads.

His words snap you out of your little trance. “In terms of talent I’m no where near Hobi at dancing, or Jin at singing. I don’t even know how to produce a song like Namjoon. I just wanna be helpful to the group,” He’s rambling, staring at his feet until he looks up at you.” you know?”

You feel the atmosphere turn suddenly serious. He’s staring at you with that look in his eye. He's always looking at you with that look : the one that makes other staff question if there’s something between the two of you. You pause. You have no clue as to how to reply to him because no matter how much anybody praises him, he’ll still be hard on himself.

So, you offer him the only thing you feel like you can. It’s quite reckless of you, really. No, not quite reckless: it’s super reckless, super irresponsible. Now, this is the point of no return. This is the point where you throw away your inhibitions, fears, and insecurities, and act on your personal feelings.

You gently grasp his chin, bringing his face up to yours, before you gently kiss his bottom lip. "You’ll never realize how important you are,” you gently murmur. Jungkook doesn’t have time to process what just happened, just moves based on his physical urges. He cups your face with both of his hands, before getting a good look at you. Your lips are glossed with his saliva, cheeks red, and eyelashes fluttering. You’re looking at him with such an innocent expression that he wants nothing more than to wreck you and mess you up. He brings his lips to yours, his kissing your upper lip while yours kiss his bottom lip. Things heat up, gets more intense, and the two of you are licking into each other’s mouths, enjoying the pure ecstasy of intimacy. Eventually, Jungkook stands up, and picks you up from your armpits. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he mumbles against your lips, and you oblige with no hesitation.

He carries you into the practice room, shutting the lights off where the two of you remain until 4 in the morning.

Despite what the average person may think, nothing raunchy or salacious occurs. Just some making out, some cuddling. You lay in his arms, head resting against his armpit. He plays with your fingertips, occasionally bringing your fingers up to his lips to press soft kisses onto your knuckles. That night, he asks you every single question he’s been wondering about you, and you answer every little inquiry.

He remembers how sweet your laugh echoes throughout the room. “You’re asking me that? What an oddly specific question.” He was asking you something about the sticker that he's seen on your laptop: where you got it from and what it meant.

Eventually, you fall asleep in his arms, and he does nothing but hold you. He feels like he’s on Cloud 9. The girl he’s been pining over for such a long time in his arms? Nothing could be better.

And the next day, when he thinks things are going perfect, things just don't go as he expects.

You're going every length to avoid eye contact with him, not even sparing him a glance. You look tired, despite how you were peacefully snoring in his arms the previous day. You look anxious, on edge, and the strands of your hair practically falling out of your ponytail

You’re profusely sweating, eyebrows furrowed in worry. Just looking at you, he feels like he's as worried as you.

He eyes you, trying to catch your attention, but you’re so intensely looking right at the ground. Out of nowhere, you stand up and quickly exit the room, and Jungkook follows you by instinct, ignoring the questionable glances from his members and the rest of the staff.

When he sees you pacing in the hallway, he grabs your wrist and pulls you into the janitorial closet.

He immediately pulls you into his embrace, rubbing your arm to soothe your nerves. “What’s wrong?” Sweetness is just laced in his voice, and you know he’s genuine, and you know he cares about you. You can sense that he's been wistfully eyeing you the whole day.

You waste no time, and you get straight to the point. “I’m quitting my job,” is all you say, which takes Jungkook aback.

He pauses, then takes a deep breath before speaking. “Okay. It’s your choice. But may I ask why?” It’s dark so you can’t tell how he looks but he’s probably got that same worried look on his face.

“Jungkook,” you sigh, panic laced in your voice. “I’m sorry about yesterday. It was a mistake. It was wrong for me to take advantage of you like that, and I’m sincerely, sincerely sorry-”

“What are you talking about?” He’s not mad or upset, but he’s confused. “Mistake? Take advantage of me? I’m confused,” he reaches out to grab your hand, and he holds it with both of his hands. Now he's gently massaging your wrists, and you yank your hand away from him.

“If anybody finds out about that, I’m getting fired. I-I can even get blacklisted from the industry because I violated the terms of my contract,” you’re panicking at this point, and Jungkook feels so so guilty. So guilty because he wasn’t even thinking about that, he just wanted to be with you. He doesn’t want you to lose your job, and if you did he wouldn't know what to do.

“I-I think I should just quit. Before anything can happen. Do you think the cameras were on yesterday?”

And you just keep on rambling, and Jungkook’s heart clenches becaus he feels so guilty. He doesn’t even know what you’re saying until he cuts you off. “Look, I’ll take the blame for everything.”

“Jungkook, I clearly made the first move. It’s my fault. I’m so sorry. The last thing I want is for you to get in trouble so-”

“Yea you made the first move, but I’m the one whose been wanting this for months. I’m the one whose been wanting you, and I still do. I care about you, so I’m not gonna let you take the blame for this. I’ll make it work. Please? Just give me time. Give me one week to sort this out, and then I’ll call you.”

And he does make it work. Being in a relationship with him for four whole years, you know that he always makes things work. After this, Jungkook exits the closet and goes on with his day as if nothing happened. You don’t turn in your resignation, and let Jungkook do what he wants to do, because right now you in a paralysis of choice and are scared of any consequences you may receive.

That night, Jungkook gathers his members for a meeting while the manager is sleeping, and tells them what happened. The members were already suspecting that Jungkook liked you, but were more shocked to hear that you actually reciprocated his feelings. The members are empathetic, very. Because they understand how the idol industry works, and how many essential coming of age moments he’s missed out on. They feel for him because Jungkook is nineteen and has never had an official girlfriend. He’s never had a girl he’s liked so intensely, and the members empathize with that. After all, Jungkook grew up in the spotlight and has missed every opportunity to live like a normal teenager.

At the same time, they understand the idol industry and know that Jungkook is playing a dangerous, dangerous game.

Thus, they compromise. Namjoon tells Jungkook that he will communicate with the company under the pretext that Jungkook initiated all the physical intimacy, and that you don’t feel the same way, just to save your career. Jungkook crumbles at this. He doesn't want things to go down this way because this means that he won’t get to see you anymore, that you won’t be working with him anymore.

Namjoon promises him that he can contact you after their dating ban is over, but the agonizing thought of getting a taste of you then letting you go hurts him so bad.

He knows it’s for the best, so he begrudgingly obliges.

Once the company hears this, you’re let go immediately, and Jungkook does end up taking all the blame. The company profusely apologizes to you, telling you that it was the inappropriate actions of their artist that lead to your removal from the company. You’re going to be paid for the next two months, or at least until you find another job.

And that was a really fucking good deal: not working and still getting paid. You’re tempted to take the offer, but your heart aches when you think of just leaving everything behind, leaving Jungkook behind.

Your boss is explaining to you that Jungkook likes you, and apologizes that he had made a move on you during that one night in the office. It would be easy for everything to end like this, and for you to take the money, but you really really really don’t want things to end like this.

So before she leaves the room, you tell your that you feel the same way about Jungkook.

It complicates things, but shit works out.

With BTS’s skyrocketing popularity, the company accepts your relationship with Jungkook, just to keep the artist happy. You’re allowed to see Jungkook under the pretext that you guys are not allowed to refer to yourself as a real couple, and that you may only meet when the company sets up appointments for the both of you. In fact, the managers say that it’s better that the truth was revealed, so the company can take preventative measures from things getting out of control. And it really fucking sucks: that you can only see him when the company allows. You feel like a little kid again, being put under such strict surveillance from your parents. But, you’re happy that you get to see him every once in a while.

Later, Jungkook pulls you into the practice room and tells you that he’s sorry that you guys can only be together like this.

“I’m really fucking sorry that you have to put up with this,” he says bringing up his hand to rub at his nape. And your mind is distracted because you think that he looks really fucking good. He’s got a white hoodie on, Nike speakers, and blue plaid pajama pants.

You wrap your arms around him and squeeze him. You look up at him and say “It’s okay Jungkook. It’s enough that we’re allowed to see each other every once in a while.”

“I know, but I just wish we had more freedom,” he mimics your actions wrapping his armsyour upper back and rubbing it soothingly, like he always does. “Thank you for putting up with this, truly.”

And he’s grabbing the side of your face, looking at you with such adoration.

“Of course,” is all you say in your typical sultry voice before he gently brings his lips to yours.

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purple-babygirl · 3 years

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Bucky’s little is obsessed with him tickling her ❤️

Pairing: Daddy!Bucky Barnes x little!f!reader

Warnings: ddlg dynamics, fluff turned smut, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), nsfw content, 18+ content.

Word count: 1,720

A/N: this has been in my WIPs for like at least 3 months because i suck like that. Nonnie, if you're still here, i love you and never meant to make you feel ignored i apologize:"💜. Please enjoy xx

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tickle time

She loved so much about being Bucky’s little, one thing being the privilege to be tickled by his long, fast fingers at any given moment. She was obsessed with the way his nimble digits stroked over her sides, spreading goosebumps throughout her body as her delighted screams reached the ceiling.

And Bucky would never miss a chance to be the cause of her uncontrollable giggling.

“Tickle time!” She announced out loud before plopping herself on Bucky's lap.

He let out a dramatic “ouff”, making her chuckle cutely, before his fingers put down the book they were holding, and with a sly smile on his face, found her sides to tickle her.

Barely a minute in and she was laughing, screaming and thrashing; begging to get away even though she'd asked for it.

Bucky wouldn't let her though. He carefully slid her off his lap and on the couch, got on top and started tickling her harder, burying his smiley face in her neck, his slightly chapped lips tickling the soft skin there, “where do you think you're going?”

His metal fingers glided with ease as they stroked her over the thin material of his shirt. Her head was thrown back and her legs involuntarily kicked as she squealed, “dada!”

Whatever the time or place, she was ready to get tickled till she’d lost her breath and Bucky was always more than happy to give her just that.

“Tickle time!” Bucky heard her giggle before he felt her wrap her arms around his waist from behind.

He grinned silently, setting the spoons he was tossing the salad with down. He wiped his hands on the towel slowly, knowing she was waiting.

“Dada, it's tickle ti-” Her own startled shriek cut her off when Bucky turned and in the blink of an eye she was in the air and tossed over his shoulder.

She squealed and swung her legs lightly as he carried her to the bedroom, laid her down to tickle her and pulled the loudest laughs from her chest.

“Oh, no, where do you think you're going?” Bucky laughed and pulled her back to him by the ankle when she tried crawling away to avoid his torturous, determined ministrations.

“Dada!” She screamed out yet another laugh, her smaller hands trying to push his big ones away from her sides. Her cheeks hurt from laughing so much.

Her shirt has ridden up from all the squirming and Bucky immediately put his mouth on the showing skin, gently biting at her tummy, his fingers never stopping as she giggled louder and writhed harder.

Bucky’s lips then sucked on her flesh before letting go, making her blush and giggle at the sound. He liked the reaction too much not to repeat it.

“How’s that feel, doll?” Bucky wondered, pecking her belly button.

“Feels tickly. Tingles everywhere,” she panted, giggling again when Bucky nuzzled her tummy and nibbled on her flesh.

“I’ll take that,” he mumbled and the vibrations from his lips tickled her more.

It was like that almost every day, sometimes more than once in the same day and Bucky cherished those happy, sweet moments with her more than anything.

“Dada, what time is it?” She asked as she stood by the door to Bucky's office.

“It's almost two, dol—”

“'Ts tickle time!” She ran inside, putting her arms in the air.

“That’s like the third time today.” Bucky smirked as he lifted her up to seat her on his desk.

“It's tickle time, daddy. I don't make the clock.” She shrugged seriously, making Bucky laugh aloud before laying herself down on his desk and letting out a quiet giggle in anticipation.

Bucky calmly put his papers back inside the clear file, before he stood up and planted his hands on either side of her, caging her between him and his desk.

“What am I gonna do with you?” He shook his head, his stare was slightly different and it had her cheeks warming up.

“Dada,” she whispered bashfully as Bucky leaned forward.

“Shh, doll, it's tickle time,” Bucky confirmed in her ear before pecking it.

He slid his hands under her shirt, holding her sides and she shuddered in expectation.

She was so soft and so beautiful and all his.

She felt Bucky slowly blow hot air on the side of her neck. She let out a small giggle, her head leaning towards her shoulder to hide from Bucky's tickling breath. He softly blew down the column of her neck again and she giggled louder, jerking away.

Bucky chuckled, pressing a kiss to her warm skin and started lightly sucking on the spot behind her ear.

A different type of goosebumps pricked her skin, but Bucky’s fingers gave her no time to react as they began their sweet, languid torture on her sides.

Feeling both the metal and flesh directly on her skin along with Bucky’s lips on the sensitive spot behind her ear, she couldn’t stop the moans bubbling out of her chest with her giggles.

“Dada,” she sighed when Bucky’s fingers slowed down their movements, her small hands clutching the end of Bucky’s desk.

“What is it, doll?” Bucky questioned teasingly against her neck before bringing his face to hers and pecking her lips.

“I feel tingly.” Her breathless, low, timid admission made Bucky smirk as he bit down, her body already putty in his hands.

“Here?” he asked, squeezing her sides where he’s been tickling.

She shook her head shyly.

“Here?” Bucky’s lips brushed against her ear.

She shook her head again, her eyes shutting as Bucky’s hands inched further up under her shirt.

“Here?” He peppered kisses up and down her neck.

“No.” shook her head, her breath picking up as Bucky’s right hand squeezed a boob.

“Where then?” Bucky hummed, his thumb rubbing over her hardening nipple.

“Dada,” she whined, her clutch moving from the desk to Bucky’s muscly arms.

“You’ve gotta tell me where, doll. Or otherwise I won’t be able to make the tingles stop.” Bucky pecked the side of her mouth teasingly.

She took his metal hand out from under her shirt, the other still playing with her nub, and pressed his open palm between her legs, right on her mound, “here.”

She could hardly hear her own voice, but Bucky did. He’d heard her clearly and his satisfied grin was proof.

“You want daddy’s help, doll?” he dragged it out while he had her exactly where he wanted her, the tips of his fingers mischievously caressing her covered core.

She was already wet and he could feel her, hot and slick behind the thin panty.

“Yes, please, dada.” She swallowed, awaiting Bucky’s relieving touches.

“You got it, baby.” Bucky pecked her lips one more time before taking off her underwear.

“Let's see.” He gently pulled her lips apart using his thumbs to 'take a close look'. Her tight hole closed around nothing and Bucky felt his cock strain in his pants.

He let out an actual moan at the sight of her bare, open core, all wet and glistening and needy for him.

“You feelin’ tingly here, doll?” Bucky pressed his thumb to her button, rubbing lazy circles over the tiny bud.

“Y-Yes, dada. Please.” She breathed, her eyes watching her Daddy’s every move as he brought his face closer to her pussy.

“I can fix that,” Bucky whispered, his warm breath sending tickles up her spine and she opened her legs more, biting her lower lip.

Bucky pressed his tongue to her entrance, slowly licking up her silky lips, groaning at her taste. Her head fell back on the desk as a mewl escaped her.

Her whines were uncontrollable the second Bucky got his lips around her throbbing clit. Her fingers were tangled in Bucky’s hair as she writhed a different kind of writhing because Daddy was giving her a different kind of tickle time filled with different tingles.

Bucky kept his mouth on her clit, his lips sucking on it while the tip of his tongue massaged it, making her moan and wiggle on his desk. She tasted so good and he couldn’t get enough, his tongue sliding down to her core to lick her sweet arousal.

“Dada, plea-ah you’re making it more tingly,” she moaned, tugging on Bucky’s hair, making him hiss.

“But I thought you liked being tickled, baby?” Bucky asked against her core, the vibrations from his lips making her eyes roll as her clit pulsed even harder.

“Please,” she whispered, her jaw going slack as she felt Bucky’s finger poke inside her pussy.

He slid it in up to the knuckle before curling it upwards and her back slightly bowed off the desk, “what about now?” Bucky teased, pushing another finger inside her, his teeth softly nibbling on her clit.

All she could do was beg, a string of pleads leaving her mouth. Her fingers tugged harder on Bucky’s strands as she succumbed to the pleasure. The spot Daddy kept poking at inside of her made her feel the evil, yet delicious tingles everywhere from the back of her neck to her cunt. Even her toes were tensing with her abdomen.

The tip of Bucky’s tongue found the head of her clit, swelling and peaking from underneath the hood and kept flicking it again and again until her thighs were closing around his head and her fingers were pulling hard at his hair.

“Daddy.” One broken moan and she was gone, stars exploding behind her eyelids as their fire burned inside her.

Her pussy wildly contracted around Bucky’s relentless fingers as her back fully arched off the desk.

The pleasure was too good, the tingles too much and she screamed, her legs wrapping around Bucky’s head and trembling.

Bucky let her clit go, pressing soft kisses to the sensitive nub as his fingers slowly slipped out of her pulsing center.

Her back was on the desk again and she was panting. She closed her legs shyly, pressing her thighs together, her clit still throbbing.

She was already looking fucked out but Bucky wasn’t having it.

“Where do you think you're going? Now it’s time to fix daddy’s tingles,” Bucky said, one hand palming the bulge in his pants as the other stroked up her shin, “open those legs wide for me, doll.”

~~ Tags: @harrysthiccthighss @tinystudentfirepurse @lavendercitizen @tumblin-theworldaway @pretty-pop-princess-hs

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