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Repaying The Favor

G1 Rumble/ Mechanic Reader - 4600+ words NSFW, Valveplug, Miscommunication, First Time, Oral Sex, AFAB Reader - They/Them Pronouns for reader

The sequel to "Oh! That's What That Does?!" is finally here! Same reader, same Rumble, same trying to figure each other out, only this time they get to slam down crazy-style about it. When will Frenzy get his turn in the spotlight? Eventually, I think! Maybe once I've finished a few other pet projects.

NSFW WRITING BELOW THE CUT!

It had been exactly fifteen days since you had last heard from Rumble.

Not that you’d been counting.

Sure, the cassettes probably had more important things to do than lounge around your workshop waiting for your attention, but that's exactly why it was so odd. They always had better things to do, things that they were pointedly avoiding doing by barging in on your work and taking up what little free space the shop had remaining. But since your little tryst with Rumble, you hadn't seen armor nor optic of any of the usual cassette bot suspects.

Maybe you'd broken some sort of ancient, space robot taboo that you'd never heard of. Or maybe Rumble was just embarrassed that he jizzed all over your jumpsuit. Either way, it wasn't like you had any way of getting ahold of them besides them dropping in, so there wasn't much to be done about the situation but wait.

You were leaving the corner store when you heard it, the cacophonous boom of a jet flying far too close to the tips of the skyscrapers overhead. The sound sent you reeling, bags crumpling to the sidewalk as you hurried to cover your ears. Down the street you could make out the screech of metal smacking against metal, see the flailing limbs of two massive robots staggering clumsily through the street as they traded blows with each other. Neither of them were one you recognized, the red Autobot with the oversized chest window wrestling one of the identical jet Decepticons into a clumsy headlock. As they stumbled about one of them trampled on a car parked along the curb, and you winced as the metal shrieked and crumpled under his massive foot.

Yeah, time to get out of here. You gathered up your bags and ducked into the alley between the buildings, slipping past trash bags and old graffiti, trying not to tread in any unidentifiable puddles. Off in the distance you could hear an emergency siren start to wail, hopefully signaling that whatever the space robots were quarreling over this time would be settled sooner rather than later. All you really wanted was to get back home without any further interruptions.

But as you emerged from the back alley entrance and found yourself hoisted into the air by two massive metal hands around your waist, you'd decided to kiss that chance goodbye. Your bags clattered to the ground once more, bread and fruit and canned goods spilling out around a familiar pair of pedes. When you glanced up to his faceplate, the glow of his visor was nearly enough to blind you.

“Rumble?!”

His visor dimmed enough that you could see his intake, which had just before been pulled into a maniacal grin, drop open in visible shock. Then, as quick as it came, it was gone, replaced instead with a tight, furrowed frown.

“What’re you doin’ out here?” He barked.

“Buying food. Or trying to, at least.” You glanced over his shoulder just in time to see Ravage pounce on that yellow Autobot with the horns that was always showing up in the news. “You guys having a little play date or something?”

He scoffed out a laugh, quickly stifling it with a clearing of his vents. “Whatsit matter to ya? Didn't think you cared dat much about lil’ old me.”

“Rumble, what…?” Was he seriously pouting? Or maybe trying to guilt trip you? For what, making him cum? “What are you even talking about? I haven't seen you in like, two weeks.”

“Aww, real funny! You know what I mean! I let you poke around in my chassis and run up my charge, an’ after that it's radio silence? Whaddya humans call it… ghosting? Make a mech feel like second-rate shareware, why don't ya?”

You blinked at him once, twice, mind spinning as you tried to process his words.

“Are you- are you mad I didn't call you?”

His optic lights beamed as he bristled, armor flaring with a hiss before clamping tight back to his frame. “I told you to comm me!”

“Rumble, I don't have your number! I couldn't call you even if I wanted to!”

His grip went slightly slack as he stared at you, leaving you dangling from your armpits like a cat.

“I… I hailed you my frequency. In da EM field.”

“Humans don't have… whatever that is. Do you have a phone number?”

He stared at you again, much longer this time as the discordant crashing of giant metal men continued in the background. Then, with a sudden jolt, you were slipping free of his fingers as he dropped you unceremoniously to the pavement. It wasn't a far fall, just enough to make your feet tingle upon landing. When you looked up you saw he had both servos covering his faceplate, a string of muffled curses eking out between the digits.

Your mind was reeling. He actually wanted you to call him? To… repay the favor? Heat pooled in the pit if your stomach as your mind conjured up wicked memories of his stifled gasps and whimpers, how he’d squirmed beneath you as you prodded around his spark chamber. How behind all the billowing and smashing and Brooklyn-accented bravado, when you got down to the core of him, he was actually kind of… cute.

“You- just- I don’t- Get outta here! Go on, scram! Before you get stomped on or somethin’!” His face plate was flushed and glowing as he shooed at you. You would go, that was certain, you really didn't want to get stepped on after all. But first you were going to say something potentially risky, deeply embarrassing, and undoubtedly very, very stupid.

“Come over.”

His optics shuttered, flickering for a moment as he stared down at you, frozen.

“What?”

“Not right now. Tonight. When you guys are done getting wailed on? Come over.”

He opened his intake, then closed it. When he opened it a second time you caught a wisp of steam slipping through the gap in his dentae. He swallowed, hard. He never stopped staring at you.

“...Y-Yeah. Yeah. Awright. I'll be there.”

“Cool. Watch out for the yellow guy.”

“Huh-HGGRRK!?!” You stumbled back a few steps just in time for the Autobot to chuck Ravage directly into Rumble’s helm, sending him crashing into the brick wall beside you.

“Sorry! Are you alright?” The little Autobot called. “You should probably get out of here!”

He didn't have to tell you twice.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The news was just wrapping up their coverage on the ‘latest Decepticon assault’ when you heard a rap on your warehouse’s roll-up door. There wasn't much to see peering out the window, the street only haphazardly illuminated by old street lights. Not that you really needed to look, there was only one guest you were expecting at this time of night anyway.

You'd stopped at home first, mainly to take a shower and put on something that wasn’t a pair of mechanic’s overalls. But for some reason the nerves hadn't hit you until right now. You clamped down on the prickle of… anxiety? Excitement? Somewhere between the two? As you pulled the strap at the base of the roll-up, the groan of shifting metal slowly gave way to reveal…

“Are you wearing a bowtie?”

“Not bad, eh? Don't say I never cleaned up or nothin’. Here.” As Rumble stepped from the dark street into the light of the warehouse he pulled something from his subspace: a large, green bottle that he offered to you pinched between two fingers. A bottle of wine. Judging by the label, an expensive bottle of wine.

“Where did you get this?” You turned the bottle over twice in your grip, scanning the details on the back. French Merlot, aged… fifteen years? Holy shit.

“Dat fancy Italian place on the corner of Fourth and Vine! What, ya don't like it?”

“I didn't say that!” Rumble positively beamed as you clutched the bottle. “I just didn't expect it, is all. Are you… wining and dining me right now?”

“Is dat a good thing or a bad thing? Your human movies said you’re ‘sposed to bring a little somethin’ somethin’ before, y’know,” There was a sly, lopsided charm to his grin as he pulled the roll-up back down with his pede, clanking shut behind him, “Before you let me run your charge for a change.”

“You know, you don't have to try so hard to im…press… me.” You trailed off, staring down at the bottle in your hands, then back up to him, then back at the bottle, then him again. When you made eye contact with him the slyness seemed to falter a bit, leaving behind something softer in his smile. Something a little more vulnerable.

How did it take this long for it to click for you? He was wearing a bowtie, for Christ’s sake.

“Oh my God you're trying to impress me.”

“Eh?” A fidgeting servo tugged at his bowtie- which appeared to be made of… an old seatbelt? “Nah, you're crazy! Dis is jus’ what humans are ‘sposed to do!”

“Oh my God you are!”

“H-Hey, what'd I say about you and gettin’ big ideas?” He tried to deter you, but your mind was already racing a mile a minute.

“Do you actually like me? Like, want to date me? Do alien robots even date, cause I didn't know th- MMPH!”

With a massive metal palm pressed to your chest, Rumble pushed you back into your adjustable work table, still sitting at a mostly upright angle from the last time you'd repaired him. The table against your back was cold, a sharp contrast to the radiating heat from his servo as he pinned you in place with his hand. His face was inches from yours as he leaned over you, visor now gleaming with frustration and embarrassment.

“You can't get enough of dis, huh? Like pushin’ my buttons so much?” His servo pinned you down just a touch harder, forcing the air from your lungs in a breathy wheeze. “‘Oh, it's so fun to get Rumble all flustered! Lemme mess wit’ his head a lil more!’ Well maybe it’s Ol’ Rumble’s turn to do da messin’ around, huh? See how you like it when someone’s toyin’ with your sensitive bits.”

He bared his dentae as he spoke, another hiss of steam curling around your cheeks. It made your hair stand on end. A hot thrill ran through you, and you fought the urge to let your knees knock together, confident that Rumble would be able to keep you in place with brute strength alone. You could feel his thumb smoothing back and forth across your shirt, and as he glanced down at his servo the glare of his visor lessened slightly.

“...Why’s your fuel pump goin’ all crazy? You scared or somethin’?”

You swallowed a mouthful of saliva, willing your foggy mind to function. “Not… Not scared, exactly.”

There were a few seconds of tense silence, before the wickedest, prideful grin crept back up across his faceplate.

“Oh? Is dat so?” His other servo rose to grip the top edge of the table, fingers molding to fit the dent he’d left there previously as he loomed over you. “Well maybe we oughta do somethin’ about tha- SCRAP!”

His flirtations were cut short by the sharp SNAP of the stabilizing lock on your workbench failing under Rumble’s weight and flipping 180 degrees over. The world pitched and spun as you tumbled backwards, yelping as the table flipped and deposited you upside-down on the floor, legs sticking akimbo in the air. From between your dangling feet you could see Rumble peering over you with his sly expression wiped off his visor by one of concern.

“Slag! I didn't crush your little pedes when you flipped, did I? Cause I don't no nothin’ about fixin’ up injured squishies.”

Miraculously, you had managed to make it through that ass-over-elbow fall without hitting your head on anything, or Rumble accidentally pinning your legs in place between his bulk and the table frame. “I’m alright! Just didn't expect it, I’m okay.”

“Dat’s good. Here lemme jus’-” You felt a servo close around each of your ankles. With an effortless tug Rumble dragged you back up, tabletop tipping with you as it clunked back into its standard, flat position. Of course, this now left you with your ass and legs dangling off the edge of the workbench, Rumble standing between them with a servo resting on each knee. “Better?”

You sucked in a breath, trying desperately not to look overeager. “Better.”

“Ah, slaggit all…” But instead of putting his servos back on you (where you most certainly wanted them) Rumble began to scratch at the back of his neck, failing to meet your gaze. “Guess I ain't really cut out for all this… whaddaya call it? ‘Winin’ and dinin’?’ Can't even get my servos on ya without fraggin’ it up.”

“Hey, I’m definitely not complaining.” You attempted a jokey tone, but it didn't seem to do much to dampen Rumble’s current self-deprecation. You let the playful edge fall away as you dropped into something a bit softer. “I mean it though. You don't have to try to impress me. I mean it's appreciated! But, y’know, I wouldn't have agreed to this if I wasn't already happy with the bot I was getting into it with.”

“Heh. Even if I end up crushin’ you a bit?”

“That's a risk I'm willing to take.”

He barked out another laugh, accompanied by a coil of thin steam hissing through his gap-dentae. “Well I guess I better make it worth da risk, shouldn't I?”

He snuck a servo under each of your knees, pushing them apart as he rocked his modesty panel against your clothed core. You stifled a gasp, the ridge of sturdy metal almost hot against you, even through layers of cotton and denim. The slow roll of his hips made your own stutter up off of the table, desperate for further friction.

“Cute. You like grindin’ on my panel? Should I make you bust jus’ like this?”

Despite the warm curl of arousal pooling in your stomach from the feeling, you knew this wouldn't be enough to get you off. Rumble seemed to know it too, letting out a low, pleased chuckle at your desperate expression.

“Jus’ yankin’ yer crankcase, sweetspark. I got somethin’ a lot more fun in mind for tonight anyway. Dat is, if you'll start gettin’ dese off.” He hooked a digit through your belt loop and gave them an experimental tug.

“Mmh, what, you don’t want to take them off yourself?”

“Oh, I’ll gladly take ‘em off ya. Just figured you’d take care of dis part here…” His thick digits slid inward, ghosting over the button of your jeans. “So I don't gotta rip ‘em off ya instead.”

You weighed your options. On one hand, the image of Rumble tearing denim apart with his bare servos as if it was no more than wet tissue paper was far more appealing to you than you would have originally expected. On the other hand… well, they were new jeans.

“I got it.” You mumbled, quietly filing the image away in your brain for later use as you undid your button and zipper. “Careful with th- Oh!”

With a sharp yank, Rumble tugged your jeans and underwear off your legs and let them crumple onto the floor. Shoving himself into the space between your knees, you could only barely make out the top of his helm over the slope of your stomach as he knelt before you, spreading your folds with two digits and… staring.

You waited for a response, a quip, the slow drag of metal over your slick hole, but were instead greeted with silence. Something prickled in the pit of your stomach as you fought the urge to squirm. In the back of your mind you vaguely remembered that you hadn't really gotten to see what Rumble was packing, and only now were you grappling with the truth that you were trying to have sex with a truly alien being. Would your bodies even be compatible? Was he weirded out right now? You tried to pull your knees together, only to be stopped by a rough servo shoving them back open.

“...It's rude to stare.” You muttered.

“EY! I ain't starin’! I'm, uh, admirin’. Dat’s it.” There was a similar tightness to Rumble’s voice. You shuddered as a thumb stroked the crease of your thigh. “Soft… An’ it's supposed to be dat pink?”

“Y-Yeah… that's, mmh, normal.” You shuddered at a wave of steam curling over your sensitive heat as he spread you again, visor locked on your twitching entrance.

“Primus. And you're really gonna let me spike ya in this tiny little hole?” You could feel his thumb just brushing the rim and stifled a groan at the sudden, aching emptiness, the demand to be filled. “I don't wanna tear you in half or nothin’.”

“It’ll fit.” You whined, core tensing around nothing. “We’re, unh, we’re pretty flexible. C’mon, Rumble…” You forced your knees further apart, pushing your hips up into each of Rumble's far-too-light touches. His motor snarled in response, a massive hand gripping the inside of each of your thighs.

“Slag. You're really achin’ for it, aren’tcha?” His voice was lower than you'd ever heard it before, deep and resonant and primal. “But I ain't gonna give it to ya dat easy, doll. Gotta make sure you can take it first.”

He raised his helm for just a moment, just enough for you to get a peek of his beaming visor and his wicked, gap-toothed grin between your legs. Then he descended, lathing his thick, hot glossa up the length of your cunt. You choked on a gasp, his servos the only thing keeping your hips from rabbiting up off the table. It was hot, his glossa thick and sturdy and drooling with oral lubricant, a thin layer of silicon over sturdier metal mesh dragging up through your folds.

“Easy, sweetspark…” You weren't the only one enjoying themselves. Rumble's low, rattling groan pulsed through your cunt. You swore you could just barely make out him groaning your name but it was lost, muffled as he pressed his faceplate further between your legs and his servos shivered where they gripped your thighs. He was messy and all too eager, arousal and oral lubricant spilling down his chin as his glossa stroked you; slow, deliberate drags up your folds until you were left dripping. At the apex he found your clit and took it between his dermas, a teasing hum rattling throughout his engine that had you gasping, thighs clenching around his thick helm. Your legs jerked as warmth bloomed outward from your core, hips writhing against the onslaught of pleasure. Dragging across his back your heel caught in a rounded divot, pulling a raggedy vent through Rumble’s dentae as his frame twitched.

“”Mmpfh!~ E-Ey, watch da spindle. It’s sensitive in dere…” He groaned, face still pressed into your cunt, servos only dragging your ass further off the table in his efforts to get somehow even closer to you. But instead you dug your heel in harder, pressing into the ridged divot and twisting your leg. The internal ring jerked with a sudden CLICK CLICK CLICK, each pop of noise making Rumble’s frame spasm like he'd just been electrocuted. “FRAG! Primus, that’s- ghh!~”

“Feel good?” You teased, breathless. His optics beamed back up at you, an oscillating, glistening red as you caught another peek of his gap-toothed grin from between your legs.

“So dat’s how you wanna play dis? Don't say I didn't warn ya, doll.”

You barely had a chance to respond before the noise was punched out of your lungs in a sharp whine as Rumble shoved a thick, metal digit into your drooling cunt. Achingly hard, unrelenting, he flexed it against your rippling walls as his dermas nestled themselves snugly around your clit. The hum reverberating through his frame coursed through your body like a wave, hands scrabbling desperately at his helm as the twinge of pain at the sudden intrusion melted into thick, syrupy pleasure.

“A-ah, fuck! Rumble, Rumble that's good, that's fucking good.~” Metal clanged as you lolled your head back against the table top, no longer able to keep it upright. Each drag of his digit, textured and ridged and unrelenting, sparked euphoria behind your eyelids. You felt every muscle in your body starting to prickle with pleasure, radiating outwards from your cunt and pooling in your head, your stomach, the tips of your toes…

You all but whined when he drew his digit away, dermas releasing your swollen clit with a slick pop. “C’mon! Rumble!”

“You want it dat bad, huh?” A shadow cast over your rumpled form as Rumble rose to his full height. From between your legs you could catch a glimpse of silver and blue panels fluttering and folding away, one of Rumble’s servos hiking the underside of your knee and the other stroking the gap between his thigh and pelvic armor as his spike rose to full attention. Christ, he was huge, the thick metal rod draped across your lower stomach as he rocked experimentally against you. Each thrust had the tip drooling a translucent, pinkish fluid you remembered scrubbing from the back of your jumpsuit, hot and vaguely smelling of well-oiled machinery and pooling across your bare stomach.

Rumble, for his part, seemed to be as entranced as you felt, visor vibrant and flickering as he stared down at the place his frame rubbed against your soft, supple body. A harsh ex-vent punctuated each roll of his hips, steam coiling around the corners of his slack, open intake as he pulled back, letting the tip of his spike slide wetly through your folds.

“Dat’s it, doll… You're gonna get exactly what you want. Gonna get you bouncin’ on dis spike, jus’ beggin’ for it…” His tone was low, entranced, just barely tinged with desperation. He dragged his tip through your folds again, and again, covering your cunt with his thick transfluid, making your breath hitch whenever he slid over your clit just right. You angled your hips up, guiding it right over your entrance, toes curling at the promise of pressure.

But before you could utter his name again, or any other placation or demand, you felt the heavy press, the slow, aching slide as he entered you. It teetered just on the edge of pain, muscles twinging at your inner thighs as you forced your legs wider to accommodate his bulky armor. And his spike offered just as little give, covered with a thin layer of silicon like his glossa but still distinctly sturdy, inflexible metal. Your walls rippled helplessly around the intrusion, stretched to a delicious degree as he bullied his way inside you.

About halfway to being fully sheathed in your heat he paused, visor hazy and unfocused, intake still hanging open as he vented steam. A servo was resting on each of your hips, but while one stayed in place the other slid up, up, bunching your shirt around his digits and shoving it up above your chest. There his servo paused on your side, his massive thumb stroking back and forth over your nipple, quickly pebbling under the cool metal.

“Primus.” He breathed, distinctly softer than you ever remember hearing him before (and oh, if that didn't do just as much for your arousal as everything else). Finally, his hips began to move again, that intoxicating ache only beginning to border on near-unbearable when you could feel your ass and the backs of your thighs smushed against his pelvic armor. For another moment he paused, one servo cradling your hip and the other your chest.

Then he drew back, and thrust home.

The first thrust forced the air out of you in a desperate, sharp wheeze. This didn’t slow him, not in the slightest, digits sinking into the plush meat of your hip as he jackhammered into you. Each thrust had the entire table rattling, the sharp clang of metal against metal where his thighs hit the dented table’s edge. His quiet reverence had given way to an onslaught of erotic babble, visor locked on your face as it twisted and furrowed in pleasure.

“Takin’ it so fraggin well… You’re just made for takin’ my spike, aren’tcha?” He scooped his servo under your hip and lifted you further up, all but folding you in half as he loomed over you. His dermas brushed the curve of your jaw, just below your ear, and you could feel the heat of his ex-vent making your skin tingle. “You’ve jus’ been waitin’ for me to frag you stupid, plug up that achin’ valve til you can’t think of nothin’ else.”

“Mmmh…~ It’s so big.” You slurred, thighs slick with sweat and slipping on his plating as you struggled to lock your ankles in the small of his back. His frame shivered like an electric current ran through it, clutching you somehow even closer to his massive chassis.

“Nghh…~ Yeah? You love dis fat spike, don’tcha? Say it.”

“I love it!~”

“You want me to spill my load in this tight little valve, don’tcha?”

“Please!”

“Aghh, slag! Y-You’re gonna get it, sweetspark. You’re gonna take it all, j-just-mmfh!~” His vents were ragged and desperate, thrusts stuttering as he neared his release. You squealed as his thumb found your clit, rubbing the swollen bud in rough, tight circles. Euphoria was buzzing throughout your body, the ache of your lower back buried beneath the onslaught of pleasure and heat coiling in the pit of your stomach and blooming out through your limbs, legs shaking, hands trembling.

Sparks exploded behind your eyelids as your orgasm washed over you, hips jerking weakly against Rumble’s. There was no give to his spike at all, thick and steady and unyielding as your pussy squeezed and pulsed around it. You felt a flood of something molten spill into your core, filling you nearly to the point of aching as it spilled out around the tight ring of your hole around his base. Rumble’s frame stuttered, jittering, a harsh crackle of static and mechanical chatter pouring from his drooling intake where it was still buried in the crook of your neck. Finally, finally, his frame grew still. The only noise between the two of you were your shared, harsh breaths and the low churn of the occasional car driving past outside.

“Mmmmnnghh…” Rumble groaned, shifting his hips to pull his shrinking spike from your core as he rose unsteadily back to an upright position. You could feel transfluid dribbling from your hole as he tucked himself back away- thick, translucent globs spilling down the insides of your thighs and hitting the floor with a splatter. His engine gave a little, stuttering snarl despite himself as he dragged his digit tips through the shimmering line along one of your inner thighs. “I oughta take a picture of dis…”

“Don’t you dare.” You kicked weakly at his servo, legs now tingling with static as blood rushed back to them. He barked out a sharp laugh, effortlessly batting your foot aside. His servo rested atop your lower stomach and gave a teasing press, and you shivered as more globs of thick transfluid drooled from your cunt. “Jerk.”

“Eyy, you love it!”

“Unfortunately.” There was no real bite to your tone, you could tell by the way Rumble grinned. “Think you can give me a hand getting over to the bathroom before my knees give out?”

“Depends. Does dat count as you owin’ me a favor?”

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Whens the next part of My love all mine coming out?🤭

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“It’s so fluffy.” Max whispers, nuzzling his nose in your hair. You chuckle slightly, shuffling further back into his lap to get comfortable. The dutch, wrapped his arms around your waist to remove the space between your back in his chest. Max leaned his chin on your shoulder watching with you the tiktoks you scroll through.

You find yourself holding in a laugh when the video of drunk Max and Daniel on a plane. Max finds himself gasping, taking your phone and looking at it in disbelief. “How long–” “That's been there forever.” you tease taking your phone from him.

You press on the search bar, type drunk max verstappen to show him all the clips people have seen, including that one time he and Charles were calling each other from on a cruise ship.

“Ah, young love.” You tease him. Max gives you a deep frown and a confused face. “Me and Charles?” “There’s a whole hashtag dedicated to you guys.” You tease, scrolling through a bit more, you come across a video of you and max drunk sway dancing from the after parties from the monaco gp. You knew some girls were doing something. “I liked that dress.” Max nuzzles in your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to your neck.

“You got me that dress, remember?” “Yeah, that’s why I like it.” He smiled widely and you felt yourself laugh, melting in his hold. You liked loved moments like these. Just you and your husband, sitting on a balcony under the moonlight.

You wish everyday could be like this, peaceful and calm, just comfortable nights for you and your husband. But you always have to remember that Max Verstappen was a world renowned sportsman. He spends his weekends driving and weekdays training.

And even when nothing was going on, there were still people in the media who wanted to bite you. Looking through the comments was a mistake. You sighed reading how people said they could treat Max so much better or just picked on your mistakes.

“What’s this shit?” Max grumbles, scrolling through the comments. There was a pattern. People were nice to him, praising him, complimenting him. Telling him how he was such a good husband. On the other hand, others were commenting on how you weren't enough for him. How he could do and how much he deserves so much better.

“I don’t think these people understand I’ve been . . . what’s the world? Simping? Crushing on you since high school.” You held a giggle at the statement. He took your phone from you, starting to report every hateful comment. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his determination. “You don't have to do that.” “Shhh, wifey. It’s fun.” “Sorry, hubby.” You gave him a soft kiss before he was standing up.

You went to get a glass of the lemonade you and Max had made earlier when you heard your phone ring. “It’s your mom.” He shouted through the hotel room before answering. “Hallo, mum. Het Max.” [hi, mom. it’s max.] He greeted her over the phone. You couldn’t hear what your mom said in return but Max laid back in his arms with a big pout. “Het is voor jou, liefje.” [is your mom, love] Max held the phone out for you. You chuckled, taking a sip from the lemonade and going to sit back outside with him.

“Hi mum.” You greeted her by putting the call on speaker. “Y/N, ik wil dat je met mij mee luistert. Ik kan zo ver niet met je leven en ik ga het niet langer volhouden dan dit.” [Y/N, i want you hear with me. I can't live with you this far and I'm not going to last longer than this] You found yourself freezing in your place. Tilting your head confused. “vergeet de verstappen. scheid dat kind en kom naar huis. Ik wil niet dat k wil je niet zo ver weg.“ [forget the verstappens. divorce that kid and come home. i dont want you so far from me]

Max snapped his head up, and you choked on your drink. Divorce? Your mom’s tone was harsh and mad. “Eh? scheiding? Dat wil ik niet. Ik boek wel een vlucht erheen, maar alles komt goed. je overdrijft.” [Eh? Divorce? I don't want that. I'll book a flight there, but everything will be fine. you are exaggerating] You ended the call before she could protest.

A moment of silence evaded the space, a once warm space was now cold. You didn’t dare speak, you knew Max was looking at you to see what you’d do next. You shook your head, holding your legs and looking down at your phone. “I-i don't want to divorce.” You told him finally looking up to meet his eyes. Max relaxed at your reassurance, nodding quickly as he sat up properly facing. “I don't either.” He held your hand kissing your knuckles. “I’ll book you a flight right away.” He said standing up.

“Wait, Max.” You stood after him, stopping. “I don’t wanna go.” You found yourself admitting, a deep sigh leaving your throat. Max was the door of escape from your family. They’d always put pressure on you to be some perfect academic person. Graduating high school with honours and valedictory. You gave up on being normal when university came around.

It was only when you married Max were you able to pick up a paint brush again. When Jos had approached you and your family about his son wanting your hand in marriage you took it right away. An escape. You didn’t know him, so marrying him was a risk. But if you never took that risk, you would’ve never found yourself living your life like you are now.

“It’s your mom and family.” He told you, turning to you confused, looking down at his phone for flights. “You’re my family.” You replied without even thinking.

The blond snapped his head up, taken aback by your words. “I don’t want to go back there. I don’t want to leave you— Correction, I don't want to be without you.”

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"There you are." Your mother hummed happily once you pushed the door open. She opened her arms and you immediately went for her embrace, wrapping your arms around her back with your head on her chest. "Awh, look at you." The woman cooed, stroking your hair and kissing your head.

Max always had an odd feeling about the woman, From the moment she first saw him, till now she always give him this disgusted glare. "And I see you've brought your husband too." The words were bitter in her mouth. "I thought it was clear I wanted just you."

"Well," You looked back at the blond. "I don't know how to drive, and Me and Max we're together. So, yeah." There was a long pause, long eye contact between you and Max. "He doesn't love you." Your mother whispered in your ear, cupping her hand over her lips so max wouldn't hear or see.

"Don't be naïve, sunflower. He's after your looks." She stroked your hair. Max could see your eyebrows furrow weather in disbelief or in betrayal. "Your a trophy. If he really loved you, he'd come a whisk you off your feet. Make you fall in love with him and ask for your hand in marriage himself."

Your heart panged against your chest. She had a good point. If Max really loved you, why did he do the things the way he did. Why did you have to pick yourself up at the airport and let yourself into the apartment, and clean it up yourself? Why did you not have a choice to see if you loved him before marrying him? Why did he pluck you out of the life you already had?

"He's not good for you." Your mom whispered, her manipulative words getting through to you. "He's using you. He likes your body, your face, your image. Come to mummy, i wont hurt you, yeah? I'll keep you safe."

You jumped up on your feet clearing your throat. Max immediately noticed the shaky and hesitant body language you displayed. Fidgeting with your fingers and tapping the top of your toes on the floor.

"We should probably go, visiting hours are going to end soon." He stood up tall, gently wrapping his arm around your shoulder to comfort you. Max was surly surprised to see you flinch, and even more angry to see the deceiving gentle smile your mother gave hi. "Hours start at 12:30 tomorrow. Don't be late." She said.

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Max found himself tracing the lines to the glass painting on your window. The hospital wasn't far from your mom's house which had your old tween room before your parents divorced. The faded purple walls with scenery painting on them with stickers and posters.

"They're pretty," He hummed. "We should try these out on our windows back home." He turned to you, pointing at the window. His body felt still once he caught your fear filled eyes. He gulped, moving over to you, sitting on his knees beside you.

"I don't know what your mother is telling you. But I love you. No matter what." Max held your hands in his, pressing a soft kiss to your fingers. "You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me and I'd never change anything about you or us."

You looked in his ocean eyes, too big for his head yet so beautiful for his own good. The second you looked away Max knew your mother was in favour at the moment. He knew that old narcissistic woman had won the moment you had slept with your back facing him. You never looked away from him.

And the sight or your sleeping figure facing away from him made him feel as if his heart was being ripped apart slowly and painfully. He was scared to even touch you. Max would never ever risk making you feel uncomfortable.

This would be your last night under the moon light together.

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I just wanna see alastor and reader (from unwanted soul) slowly dance in a big dark empty room and for him to give her/them a kiss ❤️ (no matter if it's forehead, cheek or mouth kiss) I just love thinking about such soft moments with them

Go to MASTERLIST for the works. This ask is for {Unwanted Souls}.

Yes!! Another sweet moment!!

This one had me thinking of a certain video in mind, you can watch it if you like, but I imagine them dancing like this. Somewhat. @angel-tsugikuni-kamukura, I wonder if you've seen this one.

You pouted, staring menacingly at the scribbled-out ideas you had been thinking while rewatching a few anime and TV shows to give you some sort of idea.

"What's all this?"

"Oh, something I'm thinking about our next dat-!" You realized your mistake but it was already too late. Turning your head, Alastor's face was right next to you. "Hey! What did I say about you taking advantage of my thinking moments!?"

"To not take advantage or leave you alone." Alastor answered proudly, ignoring your glare. He grinned and sat next to you, "Darling Love, I truly don't mind what you have planned as long as it concerns you. I'll be enjoying it all the same." He laughed, "Hahaha! Why even watching a picture show would do!" His eyes gently glaze towards you with that loving look on his face, "What I care for is the time we spend together, not the activity itself."

That didn't make you feel better, though it did make your heart skip a beat. Alastor has been very much the same; the only thing that has changed is your perception of it all. You sighed, not even bothering to look away to hide the brush that Alastor so loved to paint you in, the perfect red as he claimed.

"Still..." You looked back down to your notes.

Alastor hummed loudly, his eyes scanned through the page now that you had let him know what you were planning. He respected your privacy beforehand; if you had lied, he would have taken it without saying another word. But you were pretty honest when you were in your own little world, he gotten a few pass on you, never when it was something deeply guarded.

"Why not have a slow dance? Like waltz or ballroom dances! Ha! Those are perfect excuses to be close to one another, don't you agree?" Alastor suggested, the idea pumping his blood and energy surging high at the thought.

But at your silence, he turned his attention to you. Your hands clenched to fists, a bit white. Your lips pressed against each other to a thin straight. Why were you tense?

"Dearest, you know how to dance, it's not that hard when you include another in your steps." Alastor tried to understand your hesitation. "Besides, I'll be leading! So you only need to follow."

You internally sighed, Alastor's excitement clouding your thoughts. He's excited, no, ecstatic at the idea. You gave him your hand with a wonky smile, "Fine. Lead away."

With a snap of his fingers, your surroundings changed to a ballroom. Themes of red and black all around. Fitting for Alastor. The lighting was dim but comfortable for your eyes and bright enough to know what you were looking at. Even your outfit has changed to match the occasion. Your eyes stopped at Alastor, who was bowing, with his hand offered to you, "May I have this dance?"

"You may." You put your hands in his.

His shadow minions took their places, playing instruments of all kinds to fill the giant room with music. Alastor took your hand and placed his other on your waist, you put your other hand on his shoulder. You smiled when Alastor gave you a look that meant he noticed your familiarity with the pose.

He took the lead and moved, bringing you along. In the beginning, your head was tilted down, staring at the two pairs of feet moving to the music. A while into the music, you were staring ahead at Alastor. The two of you moved in sync, like you were each other's fated dance partner.

Alastor had danced with other ladies in his prime. None were up to his standards, though now he wondered if it was because they were you. Those other ladies stared up at him with lovesick eyes in hopes of being his or fiery eyes with the goal of taming him. Then there was you who stared at the feet to get the feel of things before looking up at him. Eyes of uncertainty.

"My Love, you dance wonderfully. I didn't even need to help you!" Alastor praised. His words always brought you comfort and solace.

"I may have been taught a lesson or two in this." You looked away as if recalling a memory. "Family standards to uphold and all that. The wealthy love their pride. I don't particularly like dancing with others too, like a partner."

Alastor's smile twitched. He made you uncomfortable. He made you—

"But now that I'm dancing with you, Alastor," There was that smile he loved so much. A smile to die for. "I think I quite like it." Touch to go numb over. "We make quite the pair," Words to melt over and be further entangled under your command and wish. "Yes?"

In a swift move, Alastor gave you a twirl before dipping you down and helped himself to a kiss that you returned.

"That we do, My Heart."

The soul to kill for.

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Proudest Man in the World

Summary:

Kind-hearted. A champion. The lover of Jey Uso. His life transformed in the best moments, to be proud.

a/n: This is post-WrestleMania 40. Took place after Jey won against Jimmy (imagine they have the best brother vs brother match ever) and Sami won the Intercontinental Championship title against Gunther. If y'all see any errors, 🤫, I make mistakes too.

Also posted on AO3 (here) and Wattpad (here). These belong to my samijey/jeysami short and long stories collection called "All Night."

Other WWE fics and samijey/jeysami fics are posted on my WWE masterlist here.

Word Count: 1,333

Warning(s): 18+ only (minors DNI), NSFW, smut content, explicit language

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The night thickened and intoxicating air arose inside the dim hotel room, along with the sounds of Sami's hushed breathing.

Faint, half-lidded glint with crave, gazed into Jey's eyes, full attention. Legs encircled Jey's waist tight while their bodies pressed together under the blankets. Rush of hotness crawled in, blocking the remains of the cold.

A thousand times until now; Sami is cherished over a win he will never forget.

Intercontinental Championship.

The belt draped over the chair; moonshine illuminated its sparkle like a recognized, rare, rich in gold. If any man hadn't made the task known back in the day, its name would have crumbled. Much gratitude to the former longest reigning champion, Gunther, everyone has seen the title as important written before each vision.

WrestleMania in Philadelphia. Roars and screams of supportive cheers rediscover Sami's mind from ear to ear. Some clouded uncertainty hit Sami like a freight train at first, questioning if he could win the championship. Time went on, receiving encouragement from coworkers— hell— even Gunther himself last week, gave Sami his all through body and soul. He did it.

Jey came into the picture. He never forgets him. Neither his words.

"I gotchu."

"I've got yo' back. Don't be an ass, 'kay?"

"Love you, baby."

His lips curled in a satisfied smile. Peace is what Sami received. He was supposed to satisfy Jey since he won against Jimmy, given a standing ovation. Though instead, Jey mirrored the same emotion both had.

"Whatchu smilin' for?" Jey's voice teased yet cheerful in wonder.

Sami hummed, his arms wrapped around Jey's neck. "Don't know. I guess it's you, always spoiled me till the end."

"S'my job. Y'can't get rid of me dat easily." Jey nuzzled his nose against Sami's beard, eliciting a giggle from Sami. "If someone's datin’ me this long, I can't be gone forever."

"You've told me a thousand times to make me happy."

"Good. And I'll keep sayin' it all day."

Sami hadn't grinned this long. This is good for his sake. Jey's words affected his heart, stronger in support of a boyfriend from the known family bloodline, being fallen in love.

Their gaze locked. An inch of Jey's dick covered in a condom twitched inside Sami's heat, slicked entrance. Fulfilled, melted, lust. Sami's fingers threaded Jey's hair; Jey began strokes of lazy, careful thrusts.

Sami shuddered, nails digging into Jey's tatted back urged himself to be still. He knew he couldn't, he didn't give a damn. Anything Jey does craving more, giving any touch of feeling, swelled to each reaction.

The difference between home and hotel rooms was some short intimate moments; being interrupted by a friend, someone calling their phone, having a quickie before going on a morning routine, or leaving to arrive on the travel schedule. Inside an expensive hotel building in Philadelphia, however, silence stood outside.

No friends or family to check on them. No one knocked. They're alone.

"M'so fuckin' proud of you." Jey buried his face into the crook of Sami's neck, breath tingled his skin, hips bucking. "You— oh fuck— you deserve every inch of this, of me. M'proud y'won all dat effort."

"Mmm, I'm proud of you, too. You deserve—" Sami let out a gasp— "you deserve so much praise a-after you and Jimmy did out there. So perfect, so good, so good, so good—"

Slow trails of kisses showered on Sami's neck. Jey smiled to himself, at the praise he had given to Sami while caring. "Shh, focus on you, not me."

Being penetrated shook Sami's core; his mind became foggy, devoured with sweet hunger. His eyes were heavy, nothing to do but stare at the ceiling. Jey's warmth is too good, too good for Sami to claw his fingers with fresh scratches on the back, erupted a low growl from Jey. Sami admitted he'd apologize for doing so, but Jey didn't mind.

Focus on himself, not him. Sami almost let emotions get the best a few seconds ago. He would hate himself if he broke a sob during sex, it'll be a concern. One time, the emotional part of him poured out in front of Jey before being embraced and comforted. Sami would tell his boyfriend about it later, too.

Loud, passionate wails escaped Sami's mouth; Jey's hips bucked in an instant yet deeper as the bed rocked and squeaked. Sami pecked Jey's shoulder, to the neck, to the jawline of the beard. Husky whispers from Jey reaching ear to ear, sending a shiver down Sami's spine.

He loved this.

Jey lifted his head, glimpsing into Sami's glinted eyes full of allure. "Look at you, goddamn amazin' as hell wit' dat face, baby." He showered quick smooches on his forehead. "Y'deserve everythin'."

"Keep going, Jey, please keep going..." Sami whispered in a needy tone. He does his best to keep eye contact.

Jey gripped Sami's hips and snapped his pace, quickening. Slid in, then out, focused on not breaking the condom. Sami felt Jey's lips graze his ear, hearing the same tone of whisper once more while eyelids fluttered close. A tingle of sensation ignited Sami's stomach; it peaked closer.

"I'm… I'm about to— fuck, fuck, fuck, please, please, Jey—!"

Sami's mouth hung open, letting out a breathless sound; shockwaves rippled through his body as cum ejaculated on the belly and chest. Since Jey wore a condom, sparing the spill, his pulse still lingered inside. Good thing it's a reminder a couple of times protection is needed.

Slumped, boneless, full of bliss, sweat glistening. Both men are relieved. Sami peeked, narrowed his eyes at Jey's hand splayed on his chest while the other steadied the dick to pull out. He observed Jey, unwrapping the filled condom, and tying it before tossing it in the trash can.

"You should've gone to the party without me," Sami murmured after a few seconds of creeping silence between them. Fingers hovered and traced random patterns over Jey's tatted arm, then chest. "You deserve your celebration with them and Jimmy without me."

"N'let you be empty-handed in this room without a present?" Jey questioned with a mock perplexed look. "Naw, I gotta make you, a champ, happy wit' a big ass smile. Dat's our celebration."

All those hours from earlier, a party inside the bar miles away from them was held after Cody won against Roman for the Undisputed Championship. There's a choice for Jey whether or not he's going alongside Jimmy, Kevin, and others— let themselves receive joy with drinks and dances. He ditched at the last minute— for Sami, because he can't let someone be alone with a small amount of gifts, never had a chance to give a deserving one.

Jey is supposed to drink with friends, be joking, dance along, and be rewarded for all the effort he put into the brother versus brother match. However, he didn't bother. He cared about Sami the most; the others understood.

Sami sat up, scooting closer. "Does… does Kev know? Jimmy? Roman?" he asked.

Jey nodded. "They did. They just gave me the look and let me go ahead. But Ludwig wants me to tell you dat yo' Brainbuster," he cleared his throat, rolling his eyes, "is exquisite."

"Sounds like him." Sami chuckled, and pecked Jey's lips, whispering, "Guess I need to pull more tricks up my sleeves and surprise you."

"Like pullin' 'em tricks at the shower?"

"Oh god, no!"

Both couldn't help erupting their laughter ringing across the room, soft kissing and embracing in each other's arms. Everything became soundless again before Jey led Sami to the bathroom, being playful along the way. Two days in a row had been the best, even though the chilliness bothered them sometimes, for their respective WrestleMania matches to be successful. Would be best to be warm rather than complain.

Sami's chances were a fluke before the big stage. Now gripping the known championship in one hand, those chances are greater, transforming and changing the man he is—

A champion with a proud heart.

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hanayori89 · 6 months

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✨🐺 Sparks Between Fang Marks: Bite from the Beast 3✨🐺

"Are you sure about this?"

Link stood; a majestic vision enrobed in his signature hero's tunic. You grabbed a wooden comb from his bureau and ran it through his unruly bangs.

"What's wrong with my normal clothes? I'm not going into battle."

You stopped combing, rolling your eyes. "For a hero, you sure do whine a lot. Haven't you ever heard love is a battlefield?"

"I just think falling in love shouldn't involve this much effort."

"Effort?" You countered. "Link, you're going on a measly date."

With a surrendering sigh, he stood still as you brushed his tunic, making sure to iron out any wrinkles in its cotton with your fingertips. You ignored the feel of brawn beneath his clothes as you continued to smooth his collar down. The past few weeks, you and 'wolf boy' have grown quite close... as friends.

Sure, there were lingering looks laced with sharp-witted chatter that seemed to hang between you both. The more you seemed to torture Link, the bolder he became. The chemistry between you both had become combustible.

At least on your end.

But your job was to groom him and give him away to the 'one' who would inflame his heart with love and set him free of his curse.

But you found it becoming harder and harder to ignore the little whisper in the back of your mind. This minute, taunting voice seemed to ask you, why couldn't you be the one?

"Y/N?" You looked up at Link to see him observing you in concern. "You, okay? You look like you floated into the mirror of Twilight, never to be seen again."

You give his collar a final smooth down before playfully swatting him away. "Come on, you don't want to be late for a date; it's a poor look."

You both made your way over to Link's horse, Epona. "We must head to Castle Town."

Link hopped onto Epona. The image of him clad in his green tunic atop his horse was sure to make any person's pulse race. Who didn't love a dashing knight?

"Y/N? Are you coming up?"

You looked at him, puzzled. "Huh? You mean ride with you? You don't have a horse for me?"

"What's the point? We can both fit on Epona." He jumped off of Epona and stood before you, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. "You're awfully weird today. I'm the one getting tortured with blind dates." He grabbed your waist and began to lift you off of the ground.

"What are you-"

"You just told me we can't be late." Link hoisted you upward, helping you wrap your legs onto Epona and get your feet securely into the stirrups of her saddle. He jumped up behind you. "See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" His whisper sent a chill down your spine.

Another trickle of his breath hits your ear. "Let's go; I don't want to be out with you when the moon rises."

"I agree; I would like to not be attacked by 'wolf' you again."

A cocky laugh erupted from his throat. "Who said anything about the wolf?"

"Link!"

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You both made your way to Castle Town, where the interview for Link's heart was waiting to commence.

You walked into Telma's tavern; the dim lights and blithe atmosphere would be perfect for Link's first date. You made your way to the bar and hid your face behind an oversized menu. You surreptitiously watched as he sat alone at a table.

Wishing you were the one sitting with him.

He looked over at you, and you gave him a supportive thumbs up. You could see the tension melt from his shoulders at the sight of you. He gave you a resolute nod.

A buxom figure strolled toward his table. Her wide hips sashayed purposefully, reminding all of the men in the bar of her spell-binding femininity. A white cat jumped onto Link's lap, startling him.

"Louise! What did I say?"

Telma pulled a chair out, sitting down in front of Link.

"Hey Telma."

"Hey there, sugar. Louise figured she would be your emotional support cat." Link gazed down at the long-haired feline with fur colored like a marshmallow. He massaged her temples, causing her to vibrate with approval.

"Oh, you know I'm waiting for a date?"

Telma bent toward Link, a tidal wave of her cleavage spilling onto the table. He looked away.

"It's a shame you and Ilia didn't work out, but it's not a shame for me..." Her hand snuck beneath the table and landed on his knee, causing him to jolt upright.

"T-Telma, what are you-"

She winked at him. "You need a woman, Link. That's your problem. A man with a body like yours should be praised by the warm, curvaceous body of a woman like me." Her fingers danced up his leg, rattling him.

"Telma, don't tell me you're..."

"Your date? I'm glad you figured it out, honey.

Link shot you a glowering stare, and you shrugged your shoulders. You ignored Telma's hands all over him. You ordered a shot from the bar to bury your jealousy.

"W-what about Renado?" Link asked.

Telma took her hand off of his leg and slammed the table. Louise slowly opened and closed her eyes, oblivious to anything but the attention his fingers were feeding her. "I'm done chasing him! I don't chase men; they chase me!"

Link sighed. "Telma, I don't know what Y/N told you, but I'm looking for love."

"Sure, honey, I can give you lovin' "

"No!" Link put his hand on his forehead and rubbed it in vexation. "I mean, love. Not sex."

"Well, if you change your mind, you're in my bar after all." She got up, her black leather cloak swinging behind her. Louise looked up at him and hissed. She hopped off of his lap and followed behind her scorned mother.

Link looked your way, slowly beckoning you with a few flicks of his finger. You quickly hid your face, ignoring him.

You had a feeling Telma would be too forward for someone like Link, who needed to think he was in control. Link liked to be the aggressor. At least he seemed that way with you.

That's why you enlisted a few other choices.

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You buried your face in the menu once again when you saw another contender approach Link's table.

"Agitha?"

"Hi Link!" She sat on the empty chair across from him.

"What are you doing here? The bar is no place for children."

Her legs dangled off of the chair. She stood up so she could stamp her foot and demonstrate her displeasure. "Link, I am 19 now!"

"Oh, has it been that long?" Link gave her an amicable smile. "You have grown into a fine young lady and princess."

"Well, duh, that's why I'm here."

"Oh no," Link swore beneath his breath.

"Every princess needs a prince, and well, you always helped collect bugs for me." Agitha placed a box on the table. Link didn't need to ask to know what was inside of it.

Agitha giggled, a sound reminiscent of when she was the ten-year-old he first encountered. Her blonde pigtails bobbed as she whispered, "Here is the deal; in this box are a bunch of cockroaches. You help me play a prank on Telma, and I'll agree to date you."

Link fell backward, scrambling to get away from the box of eager roaches on the table. You couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculous look on his face. Link caught sight of you laughing and growled.

You had to say that growling suited him, even as a human.

"Agitha," Link stood and brushed off his clothing. "I appreciate your offer, but I'm afraid I just need someone a little older."

"HMPH! With that attitude, you'll always be single!" She grabbed her box, storming off, but not before thrusting it in Link's direction and threatening to take the lid off, giving him a jump scare.

You once again pretended to look at the menu until you felt hands rip it from your grasp. "Is this your idea of a joke?" Link got in your face and hissed.

"Telma's boobs and Agitha's bugs? That's what you think is going to make me fall in love?"

"What's not to love about Telma's boobs?"

"Y/N!"

"Oh, alright. Such a crabby wolf boy! Listen Link," you set your hands on his shoulders, trying to calm him down. "You have to understand love comes in all sorts of packages and sometimes in someone you least expect."

The crowded bar offered little distraction from how close he was looming to your lips. You couldn't help yourself, thanks to the magic of the shots you indulged in, you awarded yourself with a quick glance at his. You couldn't help but think about how lucky the winning candidate would be to taste them. "There's a few more applicants. Please, just trust me, okay?"

Link groaned. "Oh, fine! But if none of them work, then I expect you to have a backup plan."

You opened your lips, snapping them shut. You wanted to tell him you had a backup plan.

And actually, the backup plan had been your first plan all along.

You.

Edited:11/10/23

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request: Hi so I’ve been too shy to send this but I love ur writing and I was thinking maybe if you can write a smut abt like Seth getting angry cuz he’s stressed from being in the pack and stuff and him and reader have angry s3x and it involves a lot of kinks like choking and degrading and being rough (cuz I never see Seth fics like dat) thanks and if it’s okay if you can’t write it !:)

notes: literally obsessed with this. also am a firm believer that seth is a soft dom so didn’t really do the degradation but everything else is pretty much the same.

also idk how many times i have to say it but seth and the reader at 20+ in this.

warnings: smut

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if there was one thing to know about seth it was that he was rarely angry. you could count on one hand the number of times you’d seen his temper get the best of him in the course of your four-year relationship. lately though, the pack seemed to be stressing him out.

with another rogue vampire clan in the region, sam had upped the amount of patrol shifts which left seth almost always either on patrol or sleeping. this had been going on for nearly a month now and you were starting to get sick of it as well. you could feel seth’s stress through your imprintee bond and it was causing you to get anxious as well.

seth had been on yet another patrol shift and you found yourself in your shared apartment finishing up dinner while your favorite tv show played softly in the background. cooking always helped clear your head and it also didn’t hurt that your fiancee had a nearly insatiable appetite.

you had just finished cleaning the kitchen when you heard the door shut - well more like slam. you jumped at the noise before slowly heading over to the door only to be met with seth who, to be quite honest, looked so frustrated you could swear he was on the verge of tears.

you stood in the doorway to the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe with your arms crossed over your chest and frowned at him. “you alright?” you asked softly.

from his place at the front door he let out a heavy sigh, shaking his head and stepping over to you, pulling you into his arms. you reciprocated, wrapping your arms around his torso, “anything i can do to help?”

you felt him take in another deep breath, “jus’ need you.” you felt him murmur into your hair before he was lifting you off the ground and wrapping your legs around his waist.

you smiled, tightening your legs around him, and cupped his jaw in your hand, pressing your lips to his for a slow, passionate kiss. you felt his hand that wasn’t supporting you massage at your scalp before tugging at your hair, causing you to let out a soft moan.

seth’s grip on your hair tightened, forcing you to look at him, “you gonna be a good girl for me?”

you nodded, and he shook his head, tightening his grip to a painfully pleasurable level, “use your words babe.” he emphasized and you let out a whimper.

“yes seth.” you murmured softly, feeling your cheeks heating up at the action.

“yes seth what?” he asked again teasingly and you could feel just how much he was loving seeing you squirm.

“gonna be your good girl.” you murmured again, barely meeting his gaze.

seth smiled a bit at that, “that’s what i thought.” he teased, pressing your back further into the doorway and grinding his hips against yours.

you let out a soft moan, allowing him to pull your hair more so he had access to your neck. his lips attached to the supple flesh of your collarbone until he was sure there’d be dark marks there when he was done.

whining softly, you trailed your hands down his chest until you could slide your hands under the fabric of his t-shirt. you trailed your hands over his abs, whimpering when he pressed you harder against the doorframe. seth let out a soft sigh, pressing his lips against yours as he lifted you away from the doorframe and carried you into your shared bedroom.

when his knees met the bedframe, he lowered you down to the bed, laying you down before pulling his t-shirt up and over his head. you could only watch, doing your best to take all of him as your mind started to get more and more foggy.

he chucked when he noticed your gaze not leaving him, “enjoying the view?” he teased and you blushed, immediately trying to come up with any good reason for why you couldn’t stop staring at him but your mind remained blank. so instead you just nodded, subconsciously biting at your lower lip while he let out another chuckle and crawled on top of you.

you spread your legs for him, letting out a moan and tangling your fingers into his hair when he ground his hips against your center. “please seth-” you whimpered, not even sure what it was you wanted at this point, only knowing that you needed him closer to you.

“please seth what?” seth was always one for making you use your words. he loved seeing how flustered you got when telling him just how you wanted him.

as usual, he was right and you found yourself wrapping your legs around his waist in an attempt to show him what you wanted but were only met with a quiet tut from the male. “need you.” you whined, running your hands up the smooth expanse of his chest again.

“you need me? need me where?” he teased again and you whimpered, trailing your hands down his chest until you reached the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, gently dipping your hands underneath. seth watched you patiently, content with letting you continue until you decided to use your words.

you whined softly when you reached his already hard cock, gently wrapping your hand around it and pumping it a few times before releasing and looking back up at your fiance, “need you inside me,” you murmured and he smiled, pressing his lips to yours softly.

“such a princess,” he mused, using his free hand to slide your shirt up and over your head before tossing it to the side. “i think i can make that happen.” he continued, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra and slide the straps off your shoulders, tossing that to the side as well before toying with your nipple with his free hand and sucking at your other nipple. you whined, legs tightening around him in an attempt to pull him closer to you.

his tongue circled your nipple while he rolled the other one between his fingers, leaving you a whining, moaning mess underneath him. you whimpered when he released your nipple from his lips, but let out a soft sigh of please when he finally trailed his free hand down to the waistband of your sweatpants, tugging both them and your panties down in one motion, helping you kick them off to the side.

“‘s not fair,” you murmured after realizing that seth still had his sweats on while you had nothing.

he smiled softly, running his free hand up your thigh, gently swatting at your clit, and chuckled when you jolted and whined at the motion, “you really need a lesson in patience, princess.” he teased, fingers dipping down between your thighs again, gathering some of the slick there before pulling away to suck at the aforementioned fingers.

“you’re lucky you taste so good.” he teased, getting up and sliding his sweatpants and boxers off, kicking them to the side in one motion.

seth stood at the edge of the bed, using his grip on your thighs to pull you to the edge of the bed and spread your legs so he could step between them.

he let his hands travel up your thighs before settling at gripping your hips while he took your body in, “what’s your safe word?” he asked softly, looking up at you.

“yellow to slow down, red to stop.” you responded, trailing your hands down your sides to rest on top of his.

“that’s my good girl.” seth mused, intertwining your hands with his before pinning your arms above your head.

you whined softly, legs falling open more to further reveal your absolutely soaked cunt to him. he chucked softly, using the hand that wasn’t pinning your hands above your head to stroke down your chest, briefly stopping to pinch at your nipple before grazing your clit.

you whimpered, wrapping your legs around his waist in an attempt to pull him closer to you to which he lightly smacked at your bottom, “no whining,” he tutted, “thought you said you were gonna be good for me?” he reminded and you whimpered again, bottom lip poking out to form a pout on your face.

“jus’ need you,” you murmured, knowing you’d be in more trouble if you continued with your whining. at this, he teasingly pinched at the supple flesh on your hip causing you to let out a yelp.

“i know princess,” he teased, this free hand traveling back down to your cunt, sliding one finger into your heat and curling it against your sensitive walls.

you mewled at the friction, back arching up against the sheets, “please hurry.” you whimpered, and seth chuckled as he added a second finger, pumping them in and out of your tight cunt until he was satisfied you were ready to try and take him inside you.

“‘m not trying to hurt you princess, gotta get you warmed up for me.” he reassured, releasing his hold on your hands above your head to rub at your clit with his other hand while he continued to pump two fingers in and out of your pussy.

you couldn’t decide whether you wanted to watch the way seth’s fingers disappeared inside you or the way precum leaked out of his cock which seemed to be painfully hard against his abdomen.

with your hands' newfound freedom, you decided to focus on seth’s cock and gently gripped it, taking your thumb and running it over the sensitive, red tip, smearing the precum around the tip before gently pumping him in your hand.

seth groaned, allowing you to continue pumping him as he fingered your pussy, “look so pretty with my cock in your hand,” he murmured, watching as you continued pumping him before deciding he couldn’t take it anymore. “come ‘ere” he murmured, “wanna try something new.”

you watched him wearily, releasing your hold on his cock as he slipped his fingers from your pussy. he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before pulling you up so you were standing face to face with him. “turn around and bend over the bed, wanna take you like this.” he explained as he gripped your hips, turning you around himself when he realized you were still processing his words in your fuzzy state.

he pressed between your shoulder blades, prompting you to fold in half until your chest was pressed into the mattress, feet planted firmly on the floor below you, “that’s my good girl,” he cooed, “you tell me if it stops feeling good, okay?” he reminded and you nodded, reaching your right hand out behind you and he chucked, lacing your fingers together before pressing your intertwined hands back into the mattress.

“needy little thing.” he mused as he kneed your legs further apart for him and used his free hand to grab his cock, stroking it between your folds before pressing it against your sensitive hole.

you whimpered, squeezing seth’s hand as the head of his cock pressed into your entrance, stretching you in a new way.

“you can take it,” seth murmured, “just a few more inches.” he reassured, pushing himself further into you with a low groan.

you whimpered, this new angle allowed him to stretch you out in ways he never had and had you feeling more full than ever before, “‘s too much.” you whined, fists grabbing at the sheets while seth’s grip on your hips tightened to stop you from pulling away from him.

“doing so good for me,” he cooed, taking your intertwined hands and sliding them between the sheets and your abdomen, pulling you up so you’re back was against his chest. “there ya go, princess.” he cooed, thrusting the rest of the way up into your cunt, his other hand snaking around your waist to hold you against him.

having him inside you from this new position was… intimate. “feel good?” he asked softly, pressing soft kisses to your shoulders from his place behind you, patiently waiting for your approval before moving in you.

“‘s so full.” you whimpered, pushing your hips back against his in an attempt to create some friction and he groaned, his grip on you tightening at the action.

seeing your approval, he pulled his hips backward, cock dragging against your tight walls until just the tip remained and he plunged back into you, quickly setting a rough pace. he released his grip on you, allowing you to fall forward onto the bed for a moment before he tangled his hand in your hair, pulling you back up against him.

“need to get a mirror or somethin’” seth gritted as he pounded your pussy, “wanna see your tits bounce.” he groaned as you tightened your walls around him at that, turned on more by the filthy idea.

“like that?” he grunted, his grip on your hair tightening as his free hand snaked around your abdomen before resting his finger on your clit, rubbing rough, well-practiced circles on the nub.

you whined, legs shaking at the feeling, “oh you do like that princess.” seth teased, feeling the way your channel further constricted around him.

“wanna cum on you,” you whimpered, “please seth.” you whined, nearly in tears from the way he was roughly fucking into you and rubbing harsh circles against your clit.

you could feel him smiling against your shoulder blade as he continued pressing kisses to you, “course you can cum on me, babe.” he cooed, his grip on your hair tightening again as you came undone on him, the combination of his cock fucking you and his fingers rubbing at your clit being too much to hold back anymore.

seth let go of your hair then, allowing you to fold onto the mattress as he gripped your hips, fucking into you’re pulsating channel at an even rougher, faster pace before reaching his high right after you. he groaned, pushing himself as far as he could into you, forcing a whimper out of you as he hit your cervix and came undone inside of you.

it took both of you a few moments to regain your senses, seth being the first to do as he gently pulled himself out of your soaked pussy and helped get you onto the mattress so you could lay down while you regained control of your senses.

“gonna get you cleaned up, yea?” he asked softly, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and chuckling when you nodded blearily, not fully processing his words in your fuzzy state.

he stepped away to grab a warm towel, returning a moment later, and gently tapped at your thigh to get you to spread your legs for him, “‘m sensitive.” you whined, shaking your head at him, and he chucked, shaking his head, his large hand easily prying your thighs apart.

“i’ll be gentle, promise.” he cooed, taking care to wipe your mixed fluids from your swollen, and now very overstimulated pussy. at your whimpers, he cooed, “bein’ such a good girl for me. there we go.”

as he finished his job between your legs, he tossed the rag to the side before helping you into one of his t-shirts. “did such a good job for me, pretty girl.” he murmured as he crawled into bed with you, allowing you to curl into his chest, exhausted from the events that had just transpired.

“i love you.” you murmured, slowly coming back to your senses in your post-orgasmic haze.

seth smiled, pressing his lips to the crown of your head, “i love you too princess. now get some sleep, it’s late.” he cooed, stroking his fingers up and down your back soothingly until you drifted off.

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wonderlandoffanfics · 2 months

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Manifest Fantasies (pt 1)

My first ever posted fan fic! I decided I'm not great with smut but I tried my best, and will continue to try in other things. This fic is Bartolomeo inspired - I'm really sorry if I didn't write him properly, I kinda got self indulgent to certain degrees. Most degrees.

This first bit is pretty tame, but the second bit I'll be posting has the smut, so I'm keeping the warnings on the whole thing.

Enjoy!

Part 2 swimsuit addition dat dress tho

WC: 3480

CW: fem reader, MDNI, bit o’ fluff turned smutty, vaginal penetration, no protection mentioned, cockwarming, Barto’s fangs doing as they do, praise kink (for him, of course), aftercare with brief non-sexual urination

You had never really been interested in pirate life. Pirates seem to be everywhere but you enjoyed your quiet island life. Sometimes their stories would take you to a daydream of adventure and lead you to believe your way of living was dull. But you always snapped out of the daze when the danger came into play. It’s safer here at home on the island you grew up on. Why ever leave and live in uncertain fear?

Working in a bar is enough for you, you hear all the stories from pirates that come in to port and they take their dangers with them when they go. Fantasies are worth a lot to you, as someone who likes to write. Every night you go home and jot down what you’ve heard that day, the vibrant stories giving you joy each time you reread them and dream of the places you would never see and things you would never experience for yourself.

Most of the townsfolk are too afraid to come to the bar; in fear the pirates may do something to them. You’ve never had much trouble, but you have heard the few brave local patrons get things stolen, or worse, they’ve been physically injured to a point where they don’t return to your bar.

You’re always kept on your toes because of this. Pirates are unpredictable. Tonight’s visitors are no exception. A bunch of new faces have come in and sat in the room looking for a good time, a few new groups, you believe, since they don’t appear to be interested in each other. They all appear more menacing than you’ve dealt with recently. It’s time to play extra nice and obedient.

There’s one you think is a captain, at the bar with a few others; he has the most intimidating aura. He’s got to be over 7ft tall, with vibrant green hair standing tall upon his head, piercings and tattoos, and teeth like you’ve never seen; fangs really, is a better description. He’s muscular, lean, and keeps some type of weapon, a dagger you think, in the front of his pants. Not someone you have interest in making upset.

You get behind the bar and take their drink orders, serving them promptly before going to tend to other patrons. You notice him watching you; he’s not being subtle by any means. It makes you weary and unable to focus on your tasks.

You’re snapped out of it when another pirate, in the back corner calls to you rudely asking for more drinks for his table. You smile and indicate to them you are coming and go get them their next round.

Placing the drinks on the table you try to walk away when one of them grabs you firmly by the waist, knocking the tray from your hands. “Where are you going sweetheart? We want drinks and company over here.” The man says with a rough voice. “That’s not a service we provide here.” You state trying to wriggle your way free. “This isn’t a request you can turn down, this is our bar until we leave, so we own you now.” He grunts out as he starts to fondle you.

As you’re about to try fighting back harder, something breezes past you and slams the man back through his chair and to the ground. Then you’re grabbed again, pulled towards a large body, but not held there against your will. “I don’t think ya wanna be doin’ that ta someone nice enough to serve such ugly assholes with a beautiful smile.” The tall man with fangs spits out at the men.

He’s standing with you between him and the other group of pirates, grinning at them, and crosses his pointer and middle fingers on each hand. The three men, all standing at the table alert now, try to all run at you at once but slam into something and fall back, confused. You had flinched at their abrupt movement toward you and held onto your savior, now equally as confused at what happened; you let go and step back.

“What….?” Is all you are able to breathe out; “You idiots better leave this bar before ya embarrass yourselves anymore.” He says while making faces at them from behind the wall he seems to have created between you all. The men grumble and stand up, looking like they are ready to try again, angrier now that they are being mocked.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.” He says and moves you behind him. With one hand twisting his fingers together and one ready to punch, he knocks the one who had grabbed you through the table this time. You can tell he’s out cold in an instant and the other two men look stunned. They quickly pick up the man and rush him out of the bar, cursing you both as they leave.

“Sorry ‘bout the mess, miss!” the fanged man turns to you with a silly grin and blushes. “N-No, thank you so much for saving me from them!” you don’t even care about the table and chair, hell, he could have popped that guy through the wall and you’d still be grateful. “Please stay as long as you like, your drinks will be on the house.” You smile and go back to get him another pint.

After a bit of talking you learn his name is Bartolomeo, and you were correct in thinking he was the captain of a pirate ship. He’s on a grand adventure to help an infamous pirate become king, and he talks of him like you’ve never seen. Stars in his eyes and tears streaming down his face. How is this the same man that just saved you?

You close the bar early and just tend to him and his few crewmates that are with him, talking about his life on the seas. He says everything with such passion, it’s hard not to hang off his every word. You can’t wait to write his stories down later.

He asks you about yourself and if you’ve ever been off the island. “I’ve been content to live here my whole life, meeting new people through this line of work and writing down tales that are told in this bar. I don’t think I’m fit to have my own adventures, I prefer being safe, here on the island.” Just when you say it, you realize how unsafe the island was for you just hours ago.

“Well, if ya wanted, miss y/n, you could join my crew and write about your own stories. I’d keep ya safe, promise!” Bartolomeo chimes at you with the same wistful face he’s made while talking about his own life. He grabs your hands in his and gives you starry eyes, “There’s no safer place than behind my barrier powers, and on the side of the future King of the Pirates!”

“I woudn’t be much help on a ship, I’m not a fighter and I don’t know anything about sailing.” You’ve never had an offer like this before. “That’s okay, we can teach ya things and take care of ya. We would really love to have a woman on the ship.” He starts to panic after saying that, “not for anything weird or nothin’! Ya know, we’re just a rowdy bunch o’ guys that need a ladies help on the ship sometimes, like a big sister or somethin’. I promise, nothing bad would happen to ya!”

You’re shocked by the invitation and feel his honest sincerity. “Would I have time to think about this? I appreciate the offer, but this is my home and I need to think about if I would be able to leave it behind.”

“Of course, miss y/n! We plan ta leave in 2 days, you just let me know if I can do anything for ya in the meantime while ya think on it.” you smile at each other as he leaves that offer with you for the evening and takes his men back out into town.

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After writing Bartolomeo’s stories out last night you started thinking about what it would be like to live the adventures you’ve heard about over the years. Strangely, you trust that you would be kept safe. With a ship of 50+ men, you were bound to be protected well against most things. Especially with Bartolomeo around to watch out for you.

But then you also think; a ship of 50+ men. That in itself seems dangerous for you to be a part of, after last night having just three men try to keep you for themselves, maybe this is just a nice way of keeping you like that. How could you be sure that nothing bad would occur once you’re out at sea?

You walk along the beach in the early afternoon and see Bartolomeo up ahead so you wave and he comes running toward you smiling wide. “Miss y/n!” he calls to you. “Hello, Bartolomeo, do you have time to chat?” you ask and smile back. His energy does give you more comfort about the decision you have to make. “My time is all yours, miss y/n!” he beams excitedly.

You talk for a while about your concerns and he reassures you that you would get your own room on the ship (near his in case you need him), a lock on your door, and if any of his crew dares to make you uncomfortable than he would deal with them personally. He offers for you to meet the whole crew if that would bring you additional comfort in making the decision and you agree to that.

He decides you should see them at their rowdiest to make sure you understand the worst of what you may be around. Still comforting you in that you can stay near him the whole time and he will be sure you stay safe, not that he doubts his crew in the least. By evening you are on the ship with all his men, in the largest, loudest party you have ever been a part of.

Everyone is drinking and laughing, some are playing table top games, and a few are singing shanties as well. Bartolomeo introduces you to the crew, not that you would learn all their names in one night, but it was nice to see their reactions to you possibly joining them. They were all so excited and had each had ideas of things they could teach you about pirate life and being on a ship. He was right; it would appear they just want a female presence, like a sister, to enjoy time with. You imagine the amount of testosterone flowing around here was enough to make them go crazy sometimes.

As the evening progresses, Bartolomeo guides you through the inside of the ship, giving you an excited tour of his home. He shows you the room nearest his that has been cleaned and readied for your possible arrival, and seeing it makes you think how you could really make a home with this rowdy bunch of jokesters.

He begins to walk down the hall a bit more to continue the tour, but you stop him by tugging on his wrist. “Bartolomeo….. But, why me?” you ask, still not 100% sure of your answer to his invitation.

He turns and leans down at the waist to be face to face with you, “Because I can tell ya care.” He says plainly like you should already know. “Ya care about people, and have this look on your face when ya hear stories like ya wish you could be a part of them in the best of ways. I go with my gut and my gut says I need ta be the one to show ya the world…. Your world, if ya want it.” He says while standing back up at full height, slightly blushing and grinning with a hand on the back of his neck.

You sit in the moment quietly while a smile creeps on to your own face, “Well, how am I supposed to say no to that?” He looks at you, gleaming. “I’d be delighted to join your crew, Bartolomeo, thank you!” With that, he picks you up and sits you on one of his forearms; you wrap your arms around his neck to hold on due to the surprising lift. He takes you back out on deck to where the crew is still partying; carrying you like a prize he just won.

“We have a new crew member!!” He yells excitedly at the men and they all yell back with the same enthusiasm. Bartolomeo sets you back down on your feet after the party goes back to the standard loudness it was before the announcement.

“If we’re leaving tomorrow, I should go home and pack my things. I’ll meet you all back here in the morning, sound good, captain?” You ask Bartolomeo and he quickly stammers out, “ya don’t have to be as formal as the rest of them; Barto is fine, miss y/n. We’ll be here waiting for ya!” you giggle back “If I don’t, neither do you, just y/n is fine, Barto. I’ll see you tomorrow. Thank you again.” You lightly squeeze his hand with yours as you turn to walk away from the festivities on the ship deck.

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It’s been a handful of months since you started your pirate life but you’re still shocked every morning you wake up at sea surrounded by men. This was never the life you envisioned for yourself but you’ve enjoyed every minute of it. Barto had kept his promise of an atmosphere of safety and keeping you as such when there was any danger nearby. He made sure you were his first priority if the ship was under attack, looking for you and once located, taking you to a safe place on the ship or creating a barrier around you (or the ship itself if needed).

You have settled well, being a den mother/older sister figure to the men. You cook (some of the men help since cooking for 50+ multiple times a day is a large feat.) and clean, and your favorite thing to do is talk to Gambia’s grandmother on the transponder snail every day. You’d be lying if you were to say she hadn’t made you feel even more comfortable living on this ship, even though she was back in her own home, she told you from the start how wonderful this crew is and how you were safe with them.

Today the ship was scheduled to dock on an island you were excited for. It was much like your home town but larger and with more shops. You had been meaning to pick up some things to decorate your room with a bit more; a change in scenery can help when you are at sea for long periods of time.

Barto instructed the men to find certain things and off they went into town. You were always impressed that someone with such a soft heart was able to command with such strength. You found yourself watching him more and more as he did his captain-ly duties. Knowing how your initial impression of him was one of concern and intimidation, you were now realizing that you’re fond of every aspect of his being, even the side that made people in town nervous. You knew that walking next to him, you would continue to be safe, no one would bother you after seeing him glare and bare fangs if they even looked in your direction.

Barto would accompany you anywhere you wanted to go. Since there are so many crew members to do other tasks, he was free with you to do as you both pleased. You took him into store after store looking for new and interesting things and he never complained or seemed to be bored of watching you shop.

After finding just the right things to put out in your room, you see a clothing store across the street that has things of your taste in it. “Would you be willing to help me pick out some new outfits too?” you ask, knowing any man would probably hate this. You see Barto blush and turn his face away but still answers that he “would be honored to be your side no matter what the task.”

Running around the store while Barto sits near the dressing area and waits for you, you grab numerous things that you would love to try on. You don’t want to make him do this all day, even though you probably could, so you hurry back to him with an arm full of pieces. “Okay, I won’t grab anything more than this, but we have to go through the whole pile.” You grin excitedly, popping into the dressing room to get changed into the first set.

The main bundle of outfits was for everyday on the ship; different patterned pants and shorts, with crop tops and t-shirts that matched each bottom. All very cute and fit nicely as you walked around and showed off like a runway was in front of Barto. Next you had a couple of sleepwear items; a cute nightgown and a set of boy shorts with a button up top. Each time you came out he was quietly looking just past you and gave you a thumbs up with a weird smile.

You decided to test a theory and tried on the one swim suit you picked out next. The bikini top was solid red on the right breast, and yellow on the left, and the bottoms were black and tied on the sides. You peek out from behind the curtain, “I need you to be honest with this one…” you step out and reveal the suit, “is it too much?” you turn slowly and watch his reaction.

Bartolomeo’s mouth hangs open for a moment before he stands up quickly and takes off his long coat to cover you, you see him red faced and looking around the store. “Are ya trying ta attract a crowd?!” you giggle and slip away from his coat, going back behind the curtain, “okay, any other thoughts?” you ask and he goes quiet, uncharacteristic of him, you look out again to see what he’s doing.

His face is that of pure bliss but he’s staring at the ceiling, tears dripping down his face. You hide back behind the curtain and try on the last outfit, hoping to tease him a bit more. You’re not even sure where or when you would wear this but it was too pretty not to at least try on. It’s a red dress; the top of it secured around your neck like a collar and has an open diamond shape down the front to show your cleavage. No sleeves, backless, and a high slit on the left leg as it drapes down to the floor but hugs your curves. You smile at yourself in the mirror, proud of this before you even show him.

“This is the last one, promise! Are you ready?” you ask while you twirl once in front of the mirror. “R-ready!” he calls back to you after making sure no one else was around, just in case. You draw back the curtain and pose; one hand up on the curtain still and the other gracing your hip and accentuating the slit down the leg.

Barto stands up and again and walks towards you, putting his hands up on the curtain rod and boxing you into the space, blocking any on lookers from seeing you with his large frame. He’s inches from you and in a quiet voice says “Ya know this makes keeping my promises more of a challenge, right?” You sense your body heat up and take a step back; he takes the chance and draws the curtain back to a close.

You see him eye the dressing room and go to grab the dress you just had on. You look at him a little stunned and questioning. “It suits ya too well ta let anyone else have it… it’ll be for special occasions.” He mutters as he grabs everything else from your hands and goes to pay. You guess you pushed just far enough, and smiled seeing him motion to you to follow him out the door.

That was not the reaction you thought you would get. Did you push it too far?

You get dressed again in your own clothes and pick up the stack you wish to keep, leaving the dress hanging up and thinking maybe it was too much. You step back out of the dressing room with your pile in hand and have a hard time looking him in the face. “Ready to go back to the ship?” you ask.

#x reader #mdni #bartolomeo #bartolomeo x reader #bartolomeo one piece #bartolomeo the cannibal #bartolomeo smut #wonderlandoffanfics

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mingiisfine · 1 year

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This is a smut of Soobin from TXT stream “Sugar rush ride”

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: best friends to lovers, choking, unprotected sex(𝗦𝘁𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝘀) nicknames: 𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, Cum play, After care,Dom!Soobin Sub!Reader 𝘌𝘕𝘑𝘖𝘠!!.

I was at Soobin’s house, my best friend since birth we even bathe together yeh we close like dat anyways I was at his house watching a movie wit him, he went the bathroom so here’s the deal I have a big crush on him like look at him, he is FOINE sorry anyways I want to be bold today a pull a move but I’m scared but here goes nothing oop he’s back.

“ Hey Y/n I brought back popcorn..and yes I washed ma hands” He said chuckling he knows when he comes back from the bathroom I always ask him did he wash his hands.

“Good cuz one I was hungry and two I was goin to ask…um I need to use the bathroom…please tell me you didn’t make it stink” I said scrunching up my nose just the thought.

“ Ew no I didn’t and hurry up before I play without you” He said.

“Okay okay clam down” I said I don’t like being rush I didn’t rush him anyways I went on my merry way to the bathroom.

<𝘐𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘈𝘛𝘏𝘙𝘖𝘖𝘔>

Okay Y/n you got this just put ur hand on his thigh that’s it okay you got this girl.

<𝘉𝘈𝘊𝘒 𝘐𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘐𝘝𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘙𝘖𝘖𝘔>

I come back to see an impatient Soobin on the couch.

“ Finally took you hundred years” Said Soobin.

“Shut up” I said rolling ma eyes.

<𝗪𝗔𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗢𝗩𝗜𝗘>

I put ma hand on Soobins thigh and saw him tense up and shift.

“ Umm Y/n what are you doing?”He asked him sounded like something was in his throat.

“Huh nothing” I said acting clueless.

“ Fuck this” I heard him mumble under his breathe.

He kissed me leaving me a shocked but I kissed back, I straddle him rocking back and forth moaning on how hard he was becoming, He leaned up pushing his back off the couch to kiss my neck on hand on my waist and the other on my neck, I have a choking kink (𝗠𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹) so I moaned he pick me up and walking towards his room laying me down on the bed now he is on top of me kissing me up and down going from my neck to the bottom of my stomach.

“~Aguh~ Soobin don’t tease please..I need you” I said wanting him not to tease me.

He smirked and pulled my pants down along with my underwear licking my pussy and it felt sooo good like heaven down there it was good.

“Ugh faster please Soobin” I said while moaning.

“Ur wish is my comman” He said and when faster with his tongue than before, I felt a knot in my stomach.

“Soobin imma bout to cummm” I said.

“Not yet” He said, he stop licking me and stood up taking off his pants and boxer and BOI was he big, his lined himself with my entrance and than he pushed himself into me and waited for me and I nod he thrusted himself, It felt so good and make 10x better his hand was on my neck.

“Ah shit you feel so good 𝗕𝗮𝗯𝘆…god” He groaned put his head in the cork of my neck, going faster.

“Ah-ah fuck Soonbinne imma bout to cum” I said.

“Me too let’s cum together” He said sweating, I nodded and we came together, He looked down and seen cum dripping from my pussy.

I pushed him down this time on top of him and since his pants and boxers were already off I just went too his dick a sucked him off and I didn’t have a gag reflex how? Idk but he was a moaning mess.

“F-fuck right there love do-don’t stop please baby don’t please” He said begging for me not to stop which I wasn’t planning on doing.

In a few more sucks he came in my mouth, “ Open” He said, and I listened and open my mouth so he could see his cum in my mouth, “Swallow ” He said and I swallow and open my mouth he could see, he picked me up and took me to the bathroom and ran a bath and put me and himself into the bath and now we are bathing together.

“Umm Y/n I liked you for a while will you be my girlfriend?” He said shy scared that I might reject him

“Yes I would love to be ur girlfriend Soobin” I said smiling he couldn’t see he could only see my back, when we was done we dried up and when to sleep.

𝗜 𝗛𝗢𝗣𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗨𝗔𝗟𝗦 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗧 𝗟𝗘𝗧 𝗠𝗘 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗜𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗫𝗧 𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗕𝗬𝗘♡

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Stars Above! | Cad Bane

Chapter 13

Explicit: Slow Burn, Gratuitous Smut, Porn with Plot, Canon-Typical Violence, Mildly Dubious Consent, Angst, Tatooine Slave Culture

This chapter: Mention of blood, injury, allusions to previous sex acts.

Notes: I think Hondo Ohnaka has a black tongue. I also think Weequay blood is black and thick like oil. Plus, I'm pretty sure Cad has med supplies and some kind of facility on his ship. In his profession he needs a way to heal. Makes sense to me Todo 360 is also used to helping.

Word count: 6.2+

[ Ao3 ] - [ Masterpost ]

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Zulara had shut the door on the man outside; she rushed around her paltry quarters in an expeditious bustle. She grabbed the first thing she could find to wear as she called to Hondo. At the unexpected knock she had forced him to hide. He stepped out of the refresher feeling rather undignified that she should keep him a secret, and from who?

The thought of Cad Bane crossed his mind.

“There’s a man here,” she said between brisk, urgent movements. Zulara had pulled her gown right off, tossing it down upon the floor. She didn’t notice the pirate staring as he had never seen her completely nude before – almost. But in her haste it did not matter, as hours earlier Ohnaka’s tongue had been buried in her mound, Zulara more concerned with the fact the sentient she desired was rapping on death’s door, or so said this brown-eyed soldier.

“A– a man? What sort of man?” Hondo inquired of her, trying to play off his interest in the tempting vision that was Zulara in the buff. His eyes had widened to their full expanse beneath his goggles, a hint of black flickering across his bottom lip. He approached the girl as she made to adorn a pair of leggings, circling her with arms folded and hands clasped behind his back. He studied her, as if acquainting himself to a work of art, or appraising an object that held untold worth and merit.

“You have many a suitor, et appears.” The Weequay primped; preened, just to give himself something to do it seemed. His ego had suffered a mighty blow, but he tried to mask it by picking a mote of dust off his crimson coat.

“He’s wearing armor. He said- ” The tears welling in her eyes were obvious, Zulara unable to obscure her emotions as she fitted the tights about her waist. She snatched up her top; it was short-sleeved and black, though Hondo clasped her by the hand before she could slip on the garment; he wasn’t in a rush for her to cover her exquisite assets.

“He said what, dear? What sort of armor?” Hondo made to kiss her open palm, but Zulara pulled away. He was left deserted, curling his fingers inward to close off the empty space she had created with her abrupt removal of herself. Oh, that one had hurt even worse.

“Green. Green and red. He had a breastplate… and a jetpack,” Zulara stated as she shimmied her blouse up and over her dark hair. She stuck her arms through, then pulled her raven strands out across her back. She went for her boots next, teetering as she tried to stay her balance. She was doing her best to hurry despite Hondo trying to postpone her imminent departure from him.

“Bane’s hurt! I have to go!” she finished.

“Green and - Ded he say his name? Why, es et little Boba Fett? Bane’s hurt? Boba es with Bane?! Was Boba de one who hurt him?” Not again, he thought; the questions poured right out of him, like cheap red wine, the Weequay venturing towards the single viewport of her small abode. “Why, I have not seen dat boy en years."

There was a pause. "Ettttt es probably for de best," he guessed.

Zulara nearly shouted at him, tugging him back by the sleeve of his stolen raiment. “No, please! Stay hidden! I don’t want anyone to know you’re here,” she implored, wrapping her other arm about the pirate’s waist as she coerced him into a feeble hug meant to bar him from the outside world.

Hondo turned on her affronted, one hand rising to implicate that he was wounded, his palm being brandished over where his heart would be if he were a human being. “Sweet girl, I daresay, I have never been so offended en my life,” he scoffed indignantly.

“I’m sorry, Hondo.” Zulara whined his name, embracing him more tightly. “I didn’t mean anything by it, only that-”

“Yes, yes. I understand. We both know you favor dat damned Duros for whatever reason." He himself would not admit to worrying, though he had known Cad for countless years. Still, they were not on the best of terms. Hondo would hold his tongue.

Zulara’s arm rose; she cupped his cheek. Her fingers found their way between his frills. She caressed him gently as she gazed deeply into his steely eyes. “Don’t be cross with me,” she pleaded, liquid beads tumbling down to leave remnants on her clothing.

Hondo gasped, grasping her by the wrist. He shuddered straight away, a tremble rocking him to his very nerve-endings. “Du not start what you cannot finish,” he scolded rapaciously. “Next ting I know, you will be asking me tu cover for you.” He was quite aware this whole affair would have implications, and that Kayson was sure to come knocking down her door.

Zulara bit her lip, realizing in that moment his frills were sensitive, though his line of thinking had been accurate, as she begged him not to tell her master. “Please, Hondo. He forbade me from seeing Bane. Don’t tell him where I’ve gone … just-” she pulled her hand back to gesture broadly. “Lie!”

“I’ll see what I can du,” he sighed. “Though after being so insulted, tu tell you de truth, all I really want tu du es visit de nearest cantina for a drink tu lift my spirits.”

Zulara kissed the pirate’s cheek to perk him up. That sealed the deal, her fate, and his role in this game she played. It was only fair after all, as she was the prize to be won in another sort of deception that veered further and further in Bane’s favor, much to the Weequay’s continuous, ubiquitous dismay.

“Thank you,” she said, turning from him, her focus now on the man who waited and the bounty hunter who had stolen her heart away as she bolted out the door.

Hondo remained. He sat in silence upon her bed. He shook his head quietly to himself, noting he could just hitch a ride and leave this forsaken place. The only thing that kept him here was his lack of funds. That, and this cunning girl. He still wanted to best the hunter if he didn’t wind up dead.

Call it payback for all the grief Cad Bane had caused him throughout the years.

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Boba Fett turned his head in the direction of the girl’s scant dwelling, having heard the activation of her automated door. He made a motion towards her meant to coax her forward, but he didn’t need to. She had already ran past him and peered into the backseat of the speeder.

Fett had kept an eye out. Cad Bane was still breathing, though he was weak. He hadn’t woken up, and he preferred it to what might happen should he rouse. He caught the unknown woman’s eyes as she whipped around, hands gripping the non-ferrous metal frame as she wept outright.

“What’s wrong with him?” she inquired fretfully.

He had taken a moment to study her - her figure - those attributes that deemed her a woman. She was shapely, tone, and pretty – her eyes were dissimilar and lovely - she had a heart shaped face that matched the one worn on her sleeve, lips of ruby, and skin of mauve or amethyst.

“Jabba the Hutt is to blame,” he stated plainly. Even though he was Boba Fett’s employer, he felt no need to hide the truth. “We need to get him to a bacta pod. There is one aboard his ship.”

Zulara had heard of him. Everybody had. She had even seen him once at an event in town. A blob of flesh with a tail, surrounded by slaves and servants. He had been carried by some ten or fifteen men upon a palanquin; he was a crime lord who considered himself royalty.

She frowned, then turned back around. She lifted one leg daintily, knee first, then climbed right in the back, situating herself on the edge of the bench seat Bane lay sprawled upon. Zulara gingerly tilted up his head while being mindful of his hat; she adjusted and placed him upon her lap, “Poor thing…” she whispered, knowing she had also made him suffer, following up with a demand of Fett. She didn’t once think about how he had left her, or about herself.

“Chini, wachamio!”

Boba did not need to know what she had meant, or its significance. It was comprehended quite easily from her take charge tone. A girl who had seemed so shy, so demure, was now giving orders in what he recognized as Twi’leki, most likely the language of her species, though she lacked Lekku; he surmised the other half of her was human.

“Right,” he shot back, having somewhat disassociated. He took to the driver’s seat and headed towards the docking bay where the Justifier had been residing amongst a slew of other starships. He had seen it while snooping, prowling the nooks and crannies of Mos Eisley on his lookout for the Duros at the request of Jabba, something he may have wished he had never done.

Boba considered her from the rear-view mirror, Zulara’s fingers roaming almost lovingly across Bane’s cheek, his lips, his sharp planes and angles. She kissed him once maybe hoping that he would stir. When he didn’t she only began to cry again, though softly. Her hand idled above his largest injury, Cad’s green blood having already been smeared across her skin and clothing.

“These are claw marks,” she announced as if it were not obvious, though it perhaps confused her as Jabba’s ilk had hardly anything at all in the way of arms or hands.

“It was the rancor,” Boba informed her simply, keeping his eyes ahead.

“R-rancor?” She sounded faint, her body bending forward as she enveloped the unconscious man in a shield of warm and supple flesh. She murmured something to him, not markedly clear on his end, but he caught three words:

“Please, don’t die.”

Bane stirred; his eyelids flickered open to stare at her. He made a face close to a scowl, catching her by the hand. He said nothing. His breathing was still labored. He roughly exhaled, then seemed to gradually pass out cold again, his arm having dropped limply at his side.

“The stun’s worn off – the old fool was planning to walk back through the desert like that - he’s too weak. Something’s wrong. He’s pretty beat to snot, injured internally.”

The girl was still recovering from a glimpse of those searing, scarlet jewels. She was beside herself, stuck motionless, wondering if he would open them once more. Maybe it was stupid or naïve to feel something when she barely knew him, but he had shown sympathy to her situation despite their recent, somewhat jarring interlude. Perhaps he hated slavery, perhaps he only wanted the girl carnally. Still, it did not change her present sentiments.

“What is your name?” Boba thought to interrupt her, distract her from the reality that was Cad Bane torn to shreds across her thighs.

“Zulara,” she said coolly, despite her knuckles brushing lightly across his ex-mentor’s mandible as if he were a household pet, or her genteel partner, not a murderer or a bounty hunter.

“A beautiful name,” he said, adding his own after the fact. “Mine is Boba Fett.”

The girl’s eyes lifted to stare at his within the mirror as he regarded her. Ohnaka had been right about him; she wondered how he had known; what his history was; how they all three connected; how their fates might be bound together. And here she was. Stuck in the middle, somehow.

“How much farther?” she beseeched him, the woman cradling the broken man as if she loved him.

“Almost there.” Boba redirected his attention, focusing instead on the path laid out before them, the pedestrians, and the buildings that flew by on either side. Ultimately, he gave them privacy, thinking it was not his place to observe her in such a despondent state of mind.

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“Hello? Who’s there?” Todo 360 questioned over the external comm. His nervousness was apparent in the vibration of his vocabulator. Boba had banged on the hatch three times rather forcefully in succession, and the droid knew it could not be Bane – he would never have a need to knock.

“Todo,” Boba’s voice rang out. “Open up!” He paused, waiting, then tacked on the reason for his visit in addition, hoping to appease the service droid enough to let them in. “Bane’s bad off. He needs the bacta pod.”

“Why, I’d know that voice anywhere! Bane made his instructions very clear regarding you,” Todo remarked.

In his mind, he would be doing a disservice by letting a double-crosser like Boba Fett aboard the Justifier. However, on the off chance he was being honest, the little droid felt anxious – what if something really was wrong with Bane?

“I – I don’t believe you! This is some kind of trick, and I won’t fall for it. Besides…” Todo 360 tapped his tiny fingers together behind the shut tight divide. “Why should I believe you? You were the one who nearly murdered Bane in cold blood all those years ago! If it weren’t for me, he surely would have-”

“Damn it, Todo! Shut up and check the surveillance-cam!” Boba Fett insisted.

Zulara struggled to stay upright as the droid and this strange youth argued over things that were quite curious. One of Cad Bane’s arms was draped about her neck as she tried her best to give him his dignity. The other arm was thrown across Fett’s shoulder, the man taking the brunt of it as well he should. Bane was tall, at least six feet five inches, not accounting for his weight, which Zulara was petite compared to him. She shifted her stance but kept her mouth shut.

This was the same droid she had seen on two separate occasions - Bane’s personal automaton - one with an attitude to match his owner’s and that gave her pause. He had nearly caught her.

Would he be able to recognize her despite her eventual escape? The loss of her black cape? Suppose he didn’t let them in? Suppose Bane bled out before then? The poor girl’s heart rate increased as she started to partially cry again, though she tried to hold it in.

Fett glanced to her. He had left his helmet in the speeder. His full expression was visible to everyone, as there were many passers-by. “Relax, he’ll do the right thing. Just give him time. Todo’s a bit neurotic, for a droid.”

It was his attempt to try and comfort her the best way he knew how. She was hardly an acquaintance, and even though he had threatened Bane with getting to know her - to visit her - he had never imagined it to be under these circumstances, if at all. It was more so a bluff to get under the Duros’ azure skin. He never liked the idea of using innocents as bait, and he wouldn’t start now either, despite this woman having some sort of bond to his purported enemy.

Zulara only nodded. She might have said something, but about that time the hatch began to open, the finicky droid visibly shaken on the other side.

“Oh, no! Why didn’t you say so! Oh, dear… Mister Bane? Sir? Is he … has he ceased functioning?” Todo’s hands rose, two little fists clasped in front of his metallic chest. His photoreceptors peered up at them, yet he could not display the totality of his true concerns upon his faceplate.

“Quick! Hurry! You must take him to the med room! I am afraid this kind of thing has happened many times before…” he said as his head shook sadly.

The service droid’s neck swiveled to the right soon after. He stared Zulara down with two wide yellow eyes. He gazed at her as Fett began to lead the way, dragging Bane’s dead weight along behind as the woman tried to help. “Who are you? Boba, why is she here? Who is this woman!? How do you know Bane?!”

His frantic interrogation continued without relent the further they went inside the ship.

“Calm down, Todo. She’s a friend,” Boba Fett responded. Zulara did not care how she was labeled if only Cad would be all right. “Let’s get him to the lift. Med room is on the upper deck. Stupid place, if you ask me. Should be down here next to the main entrance for situations like this.” Boba failed to mention that was where he used to sleep.

“Well, I’ve never seen her before in all my days,” Todo chirped. “Oh, like you are a friend I suppose?! A traitor is what you are! After Mister Bane took you in, after everything he did for you … you had to go and put a bolt in his head! Thank goodness for his hat!”

The droid stomped after them the best he could, a deep-seated annoyance coloring his tone. ”He has to wear a durasteel plate because of you! Terrible headaches, worse mood! Even crankier nowadays! Can you imagine what I have to go through?! Why-”

“Enough!” Fett snapped at him, though Zulara had been listening to every word, every shady detail Todo had let slip. Perhaps her countenance exuded her true feelings, her increasingly sour mood, but with a face like hers it was liable to come off as a sultry pout.

She would not linger on it as the turbolift’s doors parted. She assisted the best she could and did not once complain or say a thing, even as Todo examined her. Despite Boba telling him to hush, he only dropped his volume, prodding Zulara in the knee as she wavered somewhat unsteadily.

“I don’t trust you, person,” he whispered callously. “Not if you’re friends with him. For all I know, this is all your fault. Yours and his,” Todo muttered to her.

“Please, I-” she began to whisper back, bicolored eyes canting down to meet his, though the short ride came to a halt. A small hallway was revealed, lined with two-to-three extra sets of doors. The cockpit must have been ahead, as the largest of them was forward facing and closed off like all the rest.

“This way.” Fett guided them onward and to the left. Todo skirted them, igniting his rocket boosters. He propelled himself a few feet off the ground; he hovered up to the access panel. He opened the room for them, Zulara met with a wide array of varied things, but the one that was the most important was the bacta pod that sat amidst the center, though it looked to be out of use for quite some time.

“It’s not even hooked up,” Boba growled, helping Zulara to lay Bane on the ground.

“Mister Bane hates using it,” Todo informed them. “The bacta – he doesn’t like the way it feels, or smells, or-”

“I get it,” Boba sighed.

Zulara sat upon the floor and curled her legs up beneath her bottom. She replaced Bane’s head right into her lap as Boba meandered throughout the near to barebones space. Todo accelerated in her direction to close the gap between them, coming to a stop at her shoulder’s edge. He poked her again, one finger digging into the meat of her slight bicep.

“What do you think you’re doing?! Bane doesn’t like being touched unnecessarily, much less by strangers!”

“But I’m– I’m not a stranger, I-” she girl tried to explain, though thinking hard on it. He had never mentioned her; perhaps she was unimportant. It was more than likely she meant nothing and that he wouldn’t even want her here. “I just want to make sure he’s all right,” she murmured. “Then I’ll leave.”

Todo watched in fascination as water formed in the organic’s eyes. His neck craned forward to peer at Bane, then jerked back up to stare at her again. He floated; he ambulated to her other side, the one that was nearest to Bane’s head and hat. He leaned above his master, looking for signs of life perhaps, as this woman began to lament, her chest heaving in ragged breaths.

Todo drifted backward on his thrusters, finally alighting on the ground. He began to wring his hands, the service droid perplexed; he was distressed. He looked to Boba who was busy, perhaps for solace, though that was absurd. He huffed and shook his head, though his timbre was more somber.

“I see. It is good to know Mister Bane still has… friends.” He did not comment on her tears directly, instead admonishing himself for his behavior. No one he had ever met had been this upset over the aging Duros except himself. “Maybe I have been too hasty. Bane always says to be suspicious of strangers, but you are not a stranger, so it should be all right that you are here.”

Boba Fett snickered from his place by the bacta pod; he was setting calibrations and affixing wires where they belonged. “Sounds like something you would tell a kid. ‘Don’t talk to strangers,’” he uttered flatly.

“Yes, well, we all know you aren’t one to take Mister Bane’s advice,” Todo retorted testily.

“You’re right. It must be because his advice was always terrible,” Fett quipped back. He attached another cable, this one meant to pump the gelatinous healing substance from an external tank; it would be fed into the coffin-like contrivance one gallon at a time. The control panel was now activated, the machine making a low humming sound. “Zulara,” he said sternly, “start undressing him.”

Zulara hesitated; the droid gave his two credits once again. “His advice is not terrible! You’re the one who’s terrible! And ungrateful. Mister Bane-”

“Todo, I will temporarily deactivate you if you don’t stop making such a fuss. You’re getting on my nerves,” Fett admitted readily.

The droid turned his back on the beskar armored man; he placed his hands akimbo with an incensed chuff. He faced Zulara as she timidly removed Bane’s hat from off his head. “I’ll take that!” he declared.

Zulara handed it off to him; she carefully resituated the Duros upon the ground. She gazed at him, the blood that had coagulated. A prayer faintly left her lips, something in her mother tongue. She started at the bottom, finding the hidden seam that would allow her to unzip his unique footwear first.

Her fingers graced the leather, vacillating, shaking. She tugged upon the stop, taking her time, not wanting to move too suddenly. It may have been that she was fearful he would be displeased by it as Todo said, should she be caught red-handed.

“The tank is filling quickly. Do you need help?” Fett asked more softly.

Zulara did not answer, but placed one boot off to the side. She had lightly fingered the length of a Mitrinomon thruster, fascinated by those things that had sent them flying away from Kayson in the alley. Finally, she spoke, “not yet.”

She made it a mediation. She let her instincts guide her for the gadgets that were complicated as Todo made sure to watch her like an edgehawk, criticizing nearly her every move. Zulara mostly ignored him, or blocked him out, finding the magnetic clasp that would allow her to remove his gauntlets. One sparked, prickling her with stray electricity; she thought maybe she would fix it for him could she find the time - no harder than blaster repair, she theorized.

The girl disengaged the breathing tubes like she had watched him do earlier that evening, followed by the cracked canister of depleted oxygen. His armor had served its purpose for the most part though it was split, and his leather tunic had been ripped into ribbons, exposing bits of the black insulated suit and his cobalt skin.

Zulara realized she had barely gotten to touch him, only his face, his growling mouth. He had remained clothed while she had been naked, vulnerable, and susceptible to anything he deemed appropriate.

“Todo, come make yourself useful and figure out if I put this thing together right,” Fett demanded, forcing the service droid to interrupt his vigil and close observation of the girl with another round of criticisms, though he did as he was told – more so for the sake of Bane than Boba.

“I am a techo-service droid, not a nurse droid! But yes, I will make sure that you haven’t made any grievous errors that might cost Mister Bane his life. I don’t put it past you to do that on purpose.”

While the droid made a full inspection of the bacta pod, Zulara unbuckled Bane’s now useless armored vest. She pushed the two halves apart, gently pulling both his arms out and through to find the crease that housed yet another hidden clasp.

She peeled the tight-fitting garment from him - his upper bodysuit - seeing the full extent of his detriment. Two deep gashes had slit him from his pectorals down towards his abdomen. She stared a moment. She watched him breathing shallowly. She paused her movements to bend, pressing one ear to the uninjured side of the Duros’ lean chest.

Cad Bane’s heart still beat strong; the girl was thankful for that alone. She sighed her relief just as she felt something move, fingers twisting amongst her silky tendrils.

She gasped, though she did not budge. The hunter grumbled something to her though she couldn’t make it out. She lifted herself up just an inch or two to try and catch his eyes before they closed. Her own hand rose to cradle his gaunt cheek as his had drifted down to rest beside himself.

“Bane?” she whispered shyly. There was no response. She wondered what it was he had said to her. She hurried then, peeling off his chaps, his pants, everything but his insulated blacks. She removed the skull cap with extra care; she removed the metal plate, then glanced to Boba and the droid. They were bickering again, though Zulara interrupted them.

“Do I leave these on?” She was feeling bashful, despite him having been inside her.

“Leave the bottom part of the suit, remove the rest.”

Zulara was somewhat happy for that answer and she complied. The last thing left to strip were his leather gloves, exposing his fingers to her.

His hands were large, lithe, and beautiful though worn. His scales were dry. She thumbed its roughness. She lifted that appendage to her mouth and kissed it, unable to help herself. She would remain transfixed, waiting on what should happen next, hoping Bane might rise to consciousness again from the touch of her downy lips.

“How long have you known Bane?” Fett jarred her from her thoughts. She felt embarrassed, thinking perhaps she was acting too familiar.

“A week or two,” she stated with a blush, still lightly caressing the back of the hunter’s hand with the underside of her lilac thumb.

“Then why are you so fond of him?” Boba had come to hover, folding his arms across his armor. His brow was arched; she felt judged, though tried to hide her feelings. “You barely know the man.”

“He tried to set me free,” she whispered faintly, toying with the collar around her neck as she reminisced. He had failed in his enterprise, but she appreciated it, nonetheless. It was more than any other man had ever done for her.

“Interesting,” Fett said, seemingly satisfied, but his eyes spoke volumes. He appeared untrusting or confused, perhaps unwilling to believe, though he bent down to her level and took Bane beneath the arms. “The pod is ready, help me get him in.”

Zulara nodded, more than ready to aid him in this task. Todo tip-toed backward as they approached, his little fingers once more tapping against each other. The girl had supported him as much as possible, watching as the mystery teen used all his strength to lift the catatonic man. He held him beneath his legs and his upper back, setting him within the viscous substance.

Finally, Boba motioned for her to grab the nearby apparatus, the girl setting it around Cad’s cranium with a rubber strap, then inserting the mouthpiece where it rightfully belonged.

There was a faint sound as if he were breathing peacefully, Boba Fett settling his old nemesis down within the pod. He repositioned him the best he could, made sure he was submerged, then took one last look; he studied every detail, then he pressed a button to activate the transparisteel domed lid.

Zulara watched it descend, closing the hunter off to her. Her fingers brushed the glass, her neck turning for her gaze to fall on Boba as he stood by idly.

“And how do you know Bane?” she asked with an accusatory lilt, head tilting.

“That’s a loaded question,” Fett said dismissively, rounding on her and heading towards the door to leave.

“We have the time!” Zulara turned with him, trailing along behind. “Where are you going? You’re leaving me here alone?”

“You’re not alone, Todo is here with you,” Boba said, marching out into the spacious corridor.

Zulara moved to face the droid who felt inclined to wait, yellow lens glowing, reflecting back at him through the surface of the lid as he watched his master sleep. He seemed agitated. She thought to ask him what was wrong as he paced beside the pod, muttering to himself his seemingly endless woes and troubles.

“But what if something goes wrong?” she asked sheepishly.

“He’ll know what to do,” Boba assured her. Even though Todo was a nuisance and a bother more times than not, he was programmed for many tasks by Bane himself, medical care being among one of the many skills allocated to his memory banks.

Cad Bane was a loner, he rarely entertained guests of any sort, though to be entirely by himself was a risk in and of itself. That’s where his little confidant came in, his trusted partner of a kind, one without a restraining bolt and one he favored, despite all Bane’s complaints and his ill-natured disposition.

Zulara frowned and Boba faltered. He withdrew a small device, a handheld comm. “Here, take this,” he said against his better judgement as he passed it off to her. “In case of an emergency. It will connect directly to my personal frequency, just don’t abuse it.” The girl’s eyes glistened, and he thought to add something. “Perhaps I’ll check on you.”

The half Twi’lek nodded slowly, cradling the tiny electronic mechanism within her palm. She sighed, then rejoined Todo as Boba left the room. He walked the familiar path back to the main entry point of Cad Bane’s starship, opening the hatch to exit into the chilly, desert night. He stared down at the platform lost in his own thoughts, forcing himself to carry his suddenly low spirits across the ramp to quit the docks. He hopped into the land speeder but merely sat there, spying the green blood stains on the upholstery through the rearview mirror.

Even if deep inside he disliked the man, hate was too strong a word. Though the Duros may have never done the same for him, in that moment he had repaid his debt for any training, any life lessons or things taught, passed down, or relayed. Boba Fett may have taken up his father’s mantle - his family trade - but he would be damned if he would follow in the footsteps of his mentor, the notorious bounty hunter aptly named Cad Bane.

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Back at Jabba’s Palace, Aurra Sing had entertained herself with a drink. The band was boring; she had heard this number a dozen times before. She perked up at the appearance of little Boba Fett – that’s how she saw him, though the clone had blossomed into a young man.

He approached her table; he removed his beskar helmet. She smiled at his long face; it amused her when he felt conflicted; she thrived when he was in a state of mental anguish. He was easier to manipulate.

It wasn’t always so – she had cared for him - but he was weak. He had trouble performing the jobs she had given him, namely the ones to maim and kill.

Even now, he had forgiven her. He hadn’t held a grudge though she left him back on Florrum. He said he had time to think in prison about his life, his future, and he would not remain so unforgiving for all the good she had brought to him, though her brand of it was twisted and self-serving.

It could be said his experience with Sing was traumatizing, but he once had a home with her; a place to sleep; to lay his head; food to eat.

In fact, Aurra had trained him alongside Cad for a time, among others - Bossk and Castas. He was thankful, yet he had no family. No one to call his own. He was grateful that she had been around, despite being a poor influence and an even poorer role-model.

But could he blame her? Aurra’s life had been no better. She had never even known her father; her mother was too poor to raise her. She had favored his father, Jango. Maybe she even loved him – why else had she so diligently helped him all those years ago? She was just as eager; searching; seeking a path towards retribution on the Master Jedi who had cut him down on Geonosis before his time.

The only person he had cared about claiming his revenge upon was already dead – Mace Windu – he had heard the news straight out of Coruscant. He had raged and torn apart his quarters that very night. It was his job to take his life!

He supposed it should have made him happy, but it only made him suffer. His life was meaningless; he had no one to guide him. Maybe that’s why he had initially reaccepted Aurra back into his life; she was a steadying force among his restless thoughts.

If anything, he had learned one lesson from all of this; it was something he tried his best to get the hang of, yet his heart often said otherwise. It was a theme; it kept repeating. Every bounty hunter from here to the Western Reaches seemed to live by it: look out for yourself. Credits are your only friend.

“Is he dead?” she asked casually, her tone uncaring and disenchanted, seemingly dissatisfied with her own life overall, no matter what Boba’s answer was.

“No. He shouldn’t have to die like that.”

Aurra rolled her eyes; she flipped her long ponytail across her shoulders. Her gaze narrowed as she questioned him. “What do you care about Cad Bane? You almost killed him once. He would just as soon leave you for dead than repay the favor.”

“You mean like how you left me for dead?” Boba’s voice was stern. He was not in the mood for any of her bantha spew.

Aurra scoffed, feigning shocked. They had been through this before. “Boba, honey, you know I wouldn’t have tried to escape alone if I thought I could save us both. It was poor luck.”

“I know my father showed you charity, but do not think I am so tolerant. I know you only stick around in hopes that you can ride my coattails into glory for yourself.”

“Is that what you think of me? Just some charity case?!” Aurra snapped, knocking her glass off with a crash, her spindly fingers barely reaching to carry out the act.

Boba Fett sat in silence, staring at the threadbare surface of the table while Aurra glared at him with jewels of emerald green, full of malevolence. He sighed, speaking softly, hating that the woman was so hotheaded, perhaps more so than Bane.

“I don’t know what to think. I only know that we have a job to do, and if you wish to accompany me I only ask that you try to keep your temper in check and your attitude to a minimum. It would be wise of us to make our move while Bane is incapacitated. It will give us a head start.”

Aurra threw her chair back and stood up to her feet. She turned her back on him, long arms folding to brush against her micro-vest. She scowled at nothing in particular, but managed to hold her tongue. She remained a few more seconds, then sauntered out the door.

Fett simply shook his head. Sometimes, he wondered if he was cut out for all of this, or that maybe he should search for employment with another, some sentient who lived or reigned on a far-off planet, or closer to the Core. Anywhere but here, this stifling place that reeked of Hutt and sweat, yet he remained.

It was time to formulate a plan of action, with or without her. He was considered Jabba’s favorite for a reason, regardless of the blood that flowed within his veins, though he wanted more than anything to live up to his father’s name.

But in that moment he felt like an imposter, just a boy who had been scolded, and not the infamous bounty hunter everyone made him out to be.

His mind wandered briefly to what Bane had said. There was something deep inside himself; he was not impervious to doubt, yet he refused to think his sense of right and wrong was something to be remedied, no matter the riffraff or the scoundrels he surrounded himself with.

It was times like these he missed Jango the most; his wisdom. He would have known the answer, even if Boba didn’t know the question. It was a dog-eat-dog galaxy out there and Fett would be damned if he was fodder for the hound. He rose and followed Aurra out.

“A wise man gets more use from his enemies than a fool from his friends, right father?” he mumbled to himself.

#Cad Bane #Hondo Ohnaka #Todo 360 #Boba Fett #Aurra Sing #Bounty Hunters #Star Wars #Cad Bane x OC #Hondo Ohnaka x OC #fanfiction

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obscureoperations · 11 months

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So. I'm 5'6" and I'm thicc with a weight of approximately 180 lbs. Got a pooch that I'm slowly losing. What would martin do if his next victim/lover had a similar or exact body type to me and goes into sad girl hours over her weight. Or just any thiccer than a sniccer girl in general. Thanks! Runny mascara and belting suicide silence or mcr, for example.

First off… thumbs up on the use of the phrase “ thiccer than a snicker” 😂🙌 Ohhh man I love it hah.

And also, Martin could only wish to be so lucky! He would absolutely lose his mind. I don’t think he can fathom how he managed to land his partner.. in his eyes they were perfect. He never really paid attention to their weight— you were the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen.

It thoroughly surprised him to discover you had issues with your body. You complained about all of the areas that he loved the most— was he missing something here? He would watch as you pick yourself apart in front of the mirror, completely helpless. He tries his best to reassure you.

Martin was never one to outwardly express affection, but with you it was different. If was as if he was compelled to grasp your hand, wrap his arms around your waist, kiss your forehead in the middle of the day. You were so beautiful..he couldn’t help but touch you.

During your off days, when insecurities took a hold he had to refrain. He didn't want to upset you further. On those days, he made sure to compliment you a lot, actually verbalizing how much you meant to him.

In general, once he's used to your moods, Martin is the ideal boyfriend. Accommodating in the sense that he doesn't want to push your boundaries. You feel touchy and 'off' about your body one dat, Martin politely gives you space. He still lets you know how attractive he finds you, and how lucky he is to have you in his life. He might become a bit playful in the hopes of cheering you up.

Despite the fact Martin can't comprehend the discomfort around your weight, he's completely respectful and supportive. He never misses a chance to make you feel seen and adored. The fact that you agreed to let him be your boyfriend.. he feels like the luckiest man in the world.

#martin 1977 #martin 1978 #martin mathias #martin/reader #martin/you #martin/fem reader #love this #sorry for the delay mate!

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izzy-b-hands · 1 year

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dethklok x ofmd thing done!

v gen, but Pickles/Izzy is v much a thing, Stede/Charles (with poly Ed/Stede noted) is as well, and there is the implication that this is just a giant loose metal band poly thing by the end as in literally.

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"They play pirate metal."

"I don't know what that is," Nathan says.

"Right, that's why I'm explaini-"

"No, no, no. No. I don't know, because I don't care."

"Pickles, do I at least have your atten-"

"Ooh, I know them!" Pickles yanks the promo picture from Charles' hand. "You guys know their lead guitar player too! Well, their old lead, now he's actually on supporting, was a whole thi...come on! You guys know Izzy!"

"Oh," Charles peers at the picture again. "Oh! Yes. I've seen far too much of him."

"I mean, the lock on my door is broken."

"But it still closes."

"But we can't close it from the bed!"

"I'm not having this argument again," Charles sighs. "Anyway. They'd like to collaborate on a song, or more, if it proves to be a good working experience."

"Like a wholes albums whats am yo hoing and things?" Skwisgaar scoffs. "Sounds dildoes."

"Weren't Vikings kinda like piratesch though?" Murderface asks.

"I shoulds have yous killed for dats," Skwisgaar glares. "Could it bes Vikings stuff too though?"

"That's literally up to you and the crew of The Reve-"

Pickles snorts. "It never stops being funny! The crew of the...so stupid."

"Does Izzy know you think that?" Charles continues sternly.

"Yeah, he doesn't care."

"Just be dressed, awake, and sober enough for the first meeting tomorrow, okay? Noon sharp."

"We did say noon," Stede smirks and takes in the grand hall of Mordhaus. "Do the clocks run slower here?"

Charles' eyelid twitches violently. "No. They'll be out shortly."

"Let me go get Pickles," Izzy trots off down the hall, strips off his shirt, walks into Pickles' room...

And the door promptly slams behind him.

"At least they closed the door this time," Charles sighs. "We have a buffet; can I offer-"

"It'll have to do for now."

He leaves the band and their utter irritation of a manager in the studio space, with a full table of food and drink.

His true mission lies in their bedrooms, refusing to get off their asses.

"Get up," he whips Skwisgaar's sheet and rolls him off his bed. "Now."

"Who ams this, actings like th-"

"I am not in the mood for smartass comments," Charles leans at his waist, down enough to almost topple himself in order to nearly meet Skwisgaar's face. It's horrifically uncomfortable, but it sends a message. "So shut it. Get up. Get dressed. Go downstairs and make some goddamn music."

Skwisgaar stares. "Could a quicks shower fits in there too?"

"I suppose, wh-oh. Um. Sorry," he blushes and stands upright fast enough to make himself dizzy. "I forgot you enjoy-"

"Ams alright. You ams...good at that. Shoulds maybe keep that on the backs burner, for retirements maybe."

The blush doesn't recede even as he continues on, shoving Murderface out of bed, pulling Toki from his model painting (at least he was awake), and Nathan from the couch he'd been napping on.

But that fits, considering his final stop.

"Sorry to interrupt," Charles peers delicately away as he opens the door to Pickles' room. "Um. They're waiting for you guys in the studio."

"Cool," Pickles grins, bouncing on Izzy's cock. "We'll be down soon. Hey, I gotta couple notes for new songs down there; Nathan knows where they are. They can start with those if they want."

"You've done all the work for us then," Izzy sits up enough to wrap him in a hug, stopping him for just a moment. "We need not go down at all in that case, hm?"

"You'll still need to learn the song," Charles says. "Practice it, even."

"Look who's got the music industry down to a science. I think I can do that and this at once," Izzy rolls his eyes. "We'll be down in a bit."

Charles leaves, shuts the door, and tries to ignore how hard he is.

He tried to have them all ready on time. He can say that at least.

"I just don't think we want a song that long though," Ed says. "Not right now."

"Plenty of other metal bands have done shorter, aggressive sounding prog stuff," Pickles scoffs. "I can list ten songs, all recent releases, right n-"

"I'm not trying to test you that shorter prog stuff does or doesn't exist; I'm just saying-"

"I'm not learning a riff this boring," Frenchie interjects. "I just won't, sorry."

"It ams borings?" Toki's lip wobbles.

"Be as means as you needs to be," Skwisgaar loudly whispers. "It ams goods for him to hears it!"

"Nah," Frenchie continues. "Not trying to be mean! It could use a little extra though, you know?"

He snags Toki by the arm, and they wind up off to the side, instruments in hand, reworking it.

"If I were writing it," Stede starts, then pauses. "What, Olu?"

"Man, all due respect, you don't write much music yet," Olu winces. "Kinda should...how do I say it?"

"Shush unless we ask for help," Jim pats Stede's back. "Anyway, what if we stop worrying about overdoing it, and lean into the wall of sound thing? We're already in agreement we're layering all of us together, so that's two drummers, four guitarists, two vocalists and our extra bunch of everything else-"

"I brought the fog horn in case we wanted it," Wee John lifts it up.

Nathan's eyes light up. "What happens if you blast that directly into a mic?"

"Let's find out."

Aggressive is one, expected word for it (it is a partially Dethklok production, after all.)

"The seagull shrieks work better than I expected," Charles nods. "Very metal."

"Where are the fish being jammed?" Stede frowns. "I don't have the lyric sheet and I couldn't quite-"

"In your personal sea locker," Nathan replies. "Like Davy Jones, but instead it's-"

"My asshole then, yeah. Cool! Scary, especially depending on the kind of fish!"

Nathan beams.

"This seems to be going well," Charles remarks. "Shall Stede and I head upstairs and get dinner ordered for you all, and maybe we could see about an EP being ready by tomorrow?"

"What, to be sold?" Stede scoffs. "How?"

He gently takes Stede's arm and leads him out of the studio and towards the kitchen. The bands are entertaining themselves (jamming or talking or making out on the one couch big enough for it, though Izzy and Pickles have occupied it the most thus far), and that means he can take the time to make things clear with Stede.

"Dethklok is a machine," he says as he jots down random junk food items as a food order for the bands. "Your band, The Revenge, is...more like a ship, yes?"

"Fits metaphorically with our genre."

Charles hands the order pad to the nearest chef, and pulls Stede onwards away from the kitchen doors, down an empty hall. "Machinery is what pulled us from the Age of Sail into the efficient shipping efforts used worldwide today-"

"Let your machine help speed us along with you?" Stede asks.

He presses him against the wall, a knee between Stede's legs. "Yes. If you'll have us."

"And this?" Stede smirks. "Ed did say you might, and that if I wanted, I could. But I think you should convince me more on why I should have you. Right here, right now."

"Yeah, they're fucking," Ed and Nathan say in one voice after a loud thud.

"Good for them," Lucius nods and jots down a few more notes on their latest song draft. "They were so fucking tense it was unbearable, wasn't it?"

"Enough to make any man horny," Buttons sighs.

"Are you suggesting..." Murderface hesitates, a hand already awkwardly hovering over the front of his shorts.

"Aye. Good for the creative juices-"

"Please not that word."

"Tis. Creates group spirit. Or doesn't, depends on the groups involved, but it's fun either way," Buttons continues. "They'll be busy for a bit as it is, and for those of us interested..."

Skwisgaar's shirt lands on top of his head.

"Left side of the craft table for fucking then, right side if ye want to keep working on the music."

#text post #long post #i cannot stress how much i wasn't able to fit in this that i wanted to of all i have for this au #if i can i need to write more #id watch this crossover in a heartbeat and write the scripts for free aksndkfjgj #wait oh god what genre is jack tho wait OHMYGOD

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alexithykia · 10 days

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🩷 and 💜 for the ask game pretty please? (≧∀≦) with any selfships of ur choice!

kaikai !!! answerin dis after i bawled mi eyes out 2 dat one avennie text ingame after chu finish 2.1… i gots it 2day ໒꒰ྀི˶ ◞ ˕ ◟˶꒱ྀི১ ‘m so sad n’ yearnin 4 daddy so ofc he is included in dis !! thank chu 4 asking ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა !!

pda, yes or no? what about petnames/cutesy nickanmes?

petnames are veeeeery common with all of them but the range of pda varies !! like for topaz n’ diluc, we’re not very handsy in public.. they’ll hold hands with me !! but not much else is expected, especially of topaz because usually when we’re seen in public together it’s on work related stances. diluc only indulges in heavy pda if someone is gettin a liiiiil too creepy/cosy with me… >///<

whereas wriothesley is completely different and will happily show a lot of pda without a care in the world !! it’s not often wriothesley is seen above surface with me but he likes to make sure that fontaine definiiiiitely knows i belong to his grace !!

sunday has his own level of pda where… he’s handsy but not to the extent of wriothesley? he’ll hold hands, place his hand on the small of my back, an arm around my waist… little kisses on my head or cheek (///▽///) we’re both public figures so we have to be super mindful !!

they all have little petnames for me but the level of petname i have for them is much different !! for example i’m much more formal to topaz, callin’ her nicknames of her name or by honorifics (miss, ma’am) compared to daddy for wriothesley and the soppier petnames of darling, etc. of sunday n’ diluc (although they’re actually a bit of both levels too… i use honorifics with them too !!)

have you and s/i ever worn matching clothes or accessories?

eeeeek !! yknow the bracelet aventurine wears on his left wrist? of course i have my own !! so in case my aventurine collar wasn’t evidence enough, nosey onlookers will definitely understand i’m owned by the infamously lucky gambler if they look close enough !! i also have a pair of earrings that match his but because of the length of my hair (and the fact they’re dangling earrings) i only wear them to formal events i attend with him !!

i also have a matching hair piece with veritas’ gold leaves !! yet again you rarely see me wear it unless we attend formal events where i’d have my hair done but sometimes i just like to wake up, do my hair n’ clip it in just because i feel like it (this aaaaalways catches him off guard but it’s a sweet little reminder i’m his !!)

and it’s not quite matching since i’m not halovian but sunday had a necklace made for me that mimics his halo… :c so we sorta match !!

#⋆𐙚₊ avenlexi ˚⊹♡#⋆𐙚₊ aletio ˚⊹♡#⋆𐙚₊ lexiluc ˚⊹♡#⋆𐙚₊ lexipaz ˚⊹♡#⋆𐙚₊ wriolexi ˚⊹♡#⋆𐙚₊ sunexi ˚⊹♡#໒꒰ྀིっ˕ ｡꒱ྀི১ angel answers ₊˚⊹♡#prettiest ♡ kai

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((STEPHEN - Would your character enjoy getting roughed up in a sexual scenario?)) "Y'know I'd nevah 'urt yah, darlin" Ron purred, easing up behind Beth so he could curl his arms around her. The right held her about the waist, and the left, though there for a moment, trekked north; the backs of Ron's fingers stroking lovingly upon her throat as he went on. "Bu' I do wondah--" He caught her eye in their shared reflection in the kitchen window and gave, along with a wolfish smirk, a little wink. "I seen y'face sometimes when we's makin' love...When I get a li'le roughah wiv yah--" The hand at her throat turned its palm inward and took a slow, very much escapable should she wish to grip where it lay. There was no real pressure to it; no threat of anything at all but the gathering of warmth at present. But...

"--Specially rahnd y'neck...Would yah like sumfin' like..."

There came the barest of tightenings; the implication enough to get his message across before he relaxed the hold again.

Whatever You Please || Accepting

"I know," she says almost too quickly, but softly as to not interrupt him as his voice rumbles just at her ear, and the tonal vibration shimmies its way down her spine. She melts against him and the bare skin above her denim shorts, below and around the bandeau she's wearing, breaks into a faint layer of goose bumps. She has enough presence of mind to set down the empty coffee cup she had been rinsing out. She watches the ghost of him in the glass, tall and broad, as he speaks, though through half lidded eyes. Her blood ignites in her veins with many tinders carrying the fire; the scent of his aftershave and the way it blends with his skin, the warmth and tender caress of his fingers as they trail upward, that rare smile. All of it a heady cocktail, though for once she doesn't blush for wanting to wallow in his affections. The further she leans into his shoulder, the higher her chest rises. Gently as he holds her throat, she believes he cannot miss the uptick of her heartbeat. The way it throbs deep but fast over the subtle connotations of what he's describing only to flow behind with an a whisper of illustration. Her own hands reach behind her and make landfall around his hips. Evocative of some more tender moments from when the kitchen sink gives way to the tile of his shower, or the sumptuous bedclothes tangled up around them. She still doesn't flush scarlet as she might have even a few months ago, before things had changed between them. Their friendship too affectionate and full of love to remain completely innocent had caught on the edge of what some might call accident but felt more like homecoming. With some wiggle and a little indulgence on his part perhaps she leans into his softer-than-clouds grasp in order to lean up and nuzzle his jaw with the tip of her nose. Without a better toe hold or both his hands lifting her in the position she's in Beth isn't quite tall enough to crest that strong bone-line with her lips. "Dey say dere's a hint'a danger in…brea'd play. Too hard hold an' you risk cuttin' off blood an' oxygen t' da brain," she says though she knows Ron already knows this, and that it is one of the things he fears. The other thing is in his abhorrance of there being violence between himself and his loved one…regardless of whether the person is as delicate as she is, or as strong as he. "But t' me? Is all about trust. About how havin' your hand there, feelin' my life pulse benea'd ya fingers, ya palm, an' knowin' you can feel wi'out words dat I'm not so good wi'….all da kine you need to know. All da kine I feel for you, dat I want you. Is kind of a case of 'as above, so below'. Same-same wi' when ya teeth graze my skin, or you let dem sink down jus' a little. Brings t' mind how ya face look when we're togeddah and ya eyes close, roll back a lil when my tongue finds dat one spot an' my lips curl around rest of you…an' den your hands flex in my hair." She pulls herself away from him only that she can turn. Hefts herself up onto the ledge of the sink and in place of hands, her legs snare him around his hips and crossing, pulls him closer. A flick of her gaze to nearly reach his own before those now more honey-than-green eyes saunter down to address his mouth. "Or mebbe in slow gentle kisses dat nevah seem to end, one flowin' into da oddah."

#ronmanmob #A Fighter By His Trade|Ron Kray #Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters|Ron and Beth #London Calling|Legend au #Cedra Court Moments #Lost in Translation || N S F W

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writerleo86 · 1 year

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Terravenger - Season 5: Part Two - Episode 418 [Ends the Cyberian Empire First Encounter Arc] (Do Not Copy)

During the late evening, the determined general -- Derrick Scorpio -- battled the stranger-looking ships while he floated in the sky. Meanwhile, the youth Beau Ravenstone had watched by the front entrance of the Midas Academy below.

The two soldiers from the future -- Mercury and Cheetah -- spotted a person walking toward the teenaged Beau. The person placed their right hand on the teen's forehead and a large pale-violet light formed around Beau's eyes.

"By the gods!" yelled Mercury.

"Dis guy did it?" cried Cheetah. "Dis guy took da Commander's memory?"

Once the light faded, the person lowered his hand. Beau lowered his head as if he was in a trance. And the mysterious person walked off.

After that, a globe of blue light quickly formed around them. And the large globe vanished along with both Mercury and his student Cheetah.

The two soldiers appeared at the same place during one beautiful evening.

"So it was dat bloke?" questioned Cheetah. "He wiped out da Commander's memories?"

A calm Mercury lowered his head and replied "I have never seen the man before, not even in past pictures from yearbooks. And he performed a type of temporal hypnosis to negate the part of the Commander's memories that would have helped us against the Machines."

"We gotta tell da Commander!" cried Cheetah. "He's gotta know! Maybe he can get more memories about dat time!"

Mercury shook his head and responded "Or course. We should inform the General to come as well. He would certainly like to learn about our findings."

Terravenger -- Season 5: Part Two -- Episode 418: First Encounter -- The Child Behind the Rows

Moments later, the pair stood in the Principal's Office at the Midas Academy as Mercury reported to his commander Beau Ravenstone.

Beau wore a light-blue shirt underneath a buttoned white top that had his MAF badge placed on the front left side. He had on a pair of long blue pants and black boots. And he had on his thick golden cuff which was attached to each wrist of his top.

Standing by the seated commander's right side was the general of the Midas Armed Forces. Kastano was an older man with pale skin, blue eyes, and a strong face. And his long dark hair was wrapped into a high bun. He wore a long white dress-coat with long sleeves along with blue and golden designs. And he had a blue pad on the top of each shoulder. Underneath was a white shirt with a collar covering his neck. He had on a thick light-blue sash around his waist. He also had a thick dark ring around his left finger. And he wore a pair of white kung-fu shoes. On the top of his head was a rectangular crown with white at the top and blue at the bottom that had a golden design at the center.

The person standing at the other side of Beau was his lieutenant, Victoria Sidney. She had on black eyeliner and peach lipstick. She wore a blue tailcoat with yellow linings underneath a black top. She also had on a pair of white leggings, white gloves, and long burgundy boots. And her MAF badge was placed on the front left side of her coat.

After he heard everything that was said by his counselor, Beau stood up and faced the back while his arms were folded behind him.

"It was a man?" He asked. "He erased the memory I had about the night when the city was attacked by them?"

"Both Mr. Hall and I see it," answered Mercury. "This man... He used a temporal form of hypnosis which blocked you from recovering that memory."

"And you both are certain this man never worked here at the Academy?" asked Kastano.

"Dat guy!" Cheetah told them. "I can tell he ain't a soldier from da start. Dis guy was a pro too."

"Too bad my father is no longer with us," implied Victoria. "He probably could have helped identify him. This man was probably a sworn enemy to the Midas Armed Forces."

Then Beau faced Cheetah and ordered him "Find Lady Sanyo. Bring her here at once."

A few minutes later, the psychic Alexis Sanyo walked into the office and stood at the left side of the counselor Mercury. Alexis had golden skin and purple eyes. The top of her curly brown hair was tied into two tails while the bottom part was worn down. She had on black eyeliner, brown shadow on the top of each eye, and dark-purple lipstick. She wore a tan-colored outfit with dark-brown at the bottom and long golden-yellow sleeves. She also had on brown leggings and a thick golden-yellow belt with a MAF badge as a buckle. And she wore a pair of short black boots.

"I apologize for this, Lady Sanyo," Beau told her. "But this is an urgent matter."

Alexis calmly shook her head and asked "Have you found answers about what had happened to you long ago?"

Beau sat at his desk while both Victoria and Kastano remained by him.

And the commander reported "Counselor Fakinos and Mr. Hall had discovered the reason why the particular memory from my past was erased... It appeared that someone performed hypnosis on me to block out that event."

"Hypnosis?" implied Alexis. "The person must have performed the Temporary Human Paralysis to secure you. Next, Mind Scramble was used to alter your memory from the event."

"But with little power and effort?" cried Mercury. "The man must have been a formidable psychic."

"The man used little of his ki?" asked Alexis.

Cheetah informed her "It was like dat man did nothin' while da Commander's mind was messed up."

Suddenly, a fearful Alexis wrapped her arms around her as she lowered her head.

"Lady Sanyo?" questioned Kastano. "Do you know?"

Alexis quickly sat across from Beau and she said "With your permission Sir, I would like to perform Mind Reader on you."

"Permission granted," answered Beau.

"Lady Sanyo?" asked Mercury. "Should we be worried about dangers that may have been set up to block others from unlocking any of his memories?"

"I am sure Lady Sanyo can go through every barrier," Beau told the counselor. "She is probably the most powerful psychic in the universe after all."

"I believe Lady Sanyo can find out about this man as well," said Kastano.

After that, Beau relaxed once he closed his eyes. Alexis placed her right hand toward his forehead. And the seer closed her eyes.

"I will begin opening every door..." She informed Beau. "...until I have entered the room that has the event locked within your mind."

A circle of golden light appeared around both her and the commander. Surrounding the circle was a large ring that was also made of golden light with the twelve signs of the Zodiac. Then wind started blowing from the glowing circle.

"Constellation Crisis," She called.

Inside a large place full of darkness, a large wave of golden energy which had the face of the determined Alexis Sanyo at its head had raced forward. One-by-one, the energy blew through each large door which was made of the greatest metal. She soon found another door. But this door was made of rusty black metal. And made at the center of the door was a large black square that had a white skull at the middle.

Inside the Principal's Office, Alexis placed her hands on each side of her as a fiery golden light rose from her body.

"What is happening?" cried Victoria.

"The last door," reported Alexis. "It is mightier than the others."

Next, a small globe of golden energy formed from each palm as sweat started falling from the forehead of the struggling Alexis.

"I will get in," She told them.

Inside the dark area, the large golden wave with her face at the front had grown a pair of arms. And a small globe of golden energy appeared on each hand.

Meanwhile, the fiery light had vanished from the true body of Alexis.

"I have entered," She reported.

And a large white light formed around the golden wave that blew through Beau's mind.

Then Alexis opened her eyes. Beau began to open his eyes as the barrier surrounding them had faded away.

"No!" She cried. "It cannot be him! It is not possible!"

"Do you know the man who attacked Beau?" asked Kastano.

After she rose from her chair, Alexis looked around as she looked fearful.

Beau stood up as he cried "Who was the one that erased that memory from my mind?"

Alexis faced the commander and responded "He truly has returned."

"Who?" asked Kastano.

Beau slowly lowered his head and answered "She is referring to Him, He Who Brings Chaos To Those Deserving."

A spooked Mercury cried "The Bringer of Light is behind this!"

"Yes," answered Alexis.

"Do you mean it was Him who wiped out Beau's memories?" questioned Kastano.

"No," reported an emotional Alexis. "He may possess that power. But it was not Him that did that to you."

Alexis's thoughts:

During one calm evening, someone wandered into a small village and was confronted by its people that stared in awe.

This was a small girl with purple eyes, purple skin, and long hair that was colored bright brown. And she wore only a long white skirt which had no sleeves.

A long brown tail emerged toward her head as the girl stared at each person as she displayed no emotion.

"It is a beast!" yelled a male voice. "A monster!"

Before a young man could throw a rock at the strange girl, someone else held his hand.

"Stop!"

Everyone including the young man turned around and found another person staring at the girl with a welcoming smile.

This was a young man with purple eyes and fair skin. He was a strong figure with a handsome face and short dark hair that had the front part slicked back. And he had pale-violet lips. He wore a gray shirt with long sleeves, dark-yellow pants, and dark-brown boots.

Alexis placed her hands on her head and called out "Goran!"

"Goran?" asked Beau. "Who is that?"

A calm Alexis lowered her hands and responded "Goran is an agent. He must had sent Goran to target you that long ago. Goran... He was proven to be one of the most skilled psychics employed by the Light-Bringer."

"The Bringer of Chaos..." replied Victoria. "He was behind this the entire time."

Alexis lowered her head once again and added "Goran was the man who had taught those abilities to me."

"Your psychic abilities?" questioned Mercury. "They were all taught to you by this man?"

And Alexis replied "He was also the one who first introduced me to Him."

Alexis's thoughts:

Two clouds of purple smoke had arrived in a cave of darkness.

The cloud floating at the left side had formed into the charming man called Goran. He wore a gray shirt with long sleeves, black pants, and black boots.

The other formed into his young student, Alexis Sanyo. She had on a light-gray dress with long sleeves and short dark-brown boots.

Goran walked two more steps and pointed his two right fingers forward. A small ball of purple energy formed from the fingers. And two candles on tall silver poles that stood apart from each other lit small fire before the pair.

After that, Alexis spotted a large pool of black liquid lying at the center of the black candles. And the energy from his fingers faded as Goran walked toward the pool.

Goran soon waved his left hand before the dark liquid inside the pool. Then bubbles rose from the pool.

"This is how I communicate with him," He told the girl. "Others and myself have always made contact with our lord using these. We have collected information for him for many centuries. I have also informed him of you."

At the quiet desert during one night, a person walked into a small room.

Sitting on a large chair in a small throne room was another figure that leaned their head on their left hand while the elbow was placed on the left handle of the old chair.

This was a male individual with bright-blue skin and long purple horns. The top part of his long pale-blue hair was tied into a low pony-tail as the bottom part remained down. He also had a thick beard of the same color along with a thick mustache. And he had long nails on his fingers. He had worn a gray shirt with long sleeves and a long V-neck. Over it was golden armor covering both his chest and back. He had on a large purple pad over each shoulder, a thick dark strap around his waist, and a long white cloth wrapped below. He also had on black pants and purple pads protecting his ankles. And his feet with long nails were exposed.

He said in a calm voice "They have discovered that was you who arranged the memories of the Midas Commander, with the help of Alexia Palatinate."

The newcomer replied in a calm male voice "She may have surprised even me. But she still has not revealed the true goal behind our plan."

Then he said "It appears he did what he could do to keep her silent while he stays as a teacher at the Midas Armed Forces."

The figure lifted his head and called out "Thomas Leon Faust."

"Brother Merlin was right to pull him out," The newcomer implied. "Thomas was a wild card. He knows many secrets, including those about yourself and the Magician."

"Mercury Fakinos is the key to our plan," responded the figure. "We must do what we can to keep him well until it is time."

And the follower revealed themselves. It was a young-looking man with fair skin and purple eyes. He had a well-built body and a strong face. And he had dark hair with a two-horned style at the top. He wore a collared black shirt, black pants, and brown boots. He also had on an opened black coat that had long sleeves. And placed on the front left side of his coat was a large black square with a white skull at the middle.

The follower who was revealed as Goran listed "Mercury Fakinos is the perfect candidate. He was a knight of Morah and Armor Champion. He is a Tao wizard, a child of a former demon, and once a victim of Sirbo Kaballa who is a child of a deity -- an Olympian."

Then he told his master "We will do what can to monitor Fakinos, but from a distance of course."

"I have sent Merlin to watch over the entire city," informed the master.

Walking in another hallway was the young man known as Merlin. He had light skin, clear blue eyes, short dark-blue hair, and a thin beard. He had on a collared black shirt, black pants, and short black boots. He also wore a buttoned long dark-blue coat with lighter outlines on certain parts. And he wore a pair of thick black glasses with black lens.

A pair of large doors opened as he walked toward them. Then he walked through and found himself in a large bedroom. Inside the room was another person hurrying to the young wizard.

This was a teenaged boy with pale skin, light-blue eyes, short blond hair, and a slender body. He wore a sky-blue T-shirt, a pair of long white pants, and a pair of long gray socks.

Merlin lowered on his right knee as the boy ran to him. And the boy gave a large smile.

"Mr. Merlin!" He greeted. "You came!"

Merlin gave a kind smile and said "Of course I did. I will always make time for my favorite man."

The boy held his hands behind him and asked "Did Master Mephisto send you on a mission?"

The blue-garbed wizard placed his right hand on the top of the boy's head.

And Merlin responded "I am only doing some spying on people. It's an easy and swift job."

The worried boy lowered his head and told him "Just come back. I don't want anything bad to happen to you."

Then Merlin held the boy in his arms and replied "Count on it. It will only be a few days. Once I have collected enough, I will report everything to Him. And I'll come and see you again."

"Promise?" cried the boy.

"I wouldn't lie to you Little Man," answered Merlin. "I'll be back before your mission comes."

And the boy told him "I... I love you so much, Mr. Merlin."

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