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another-lost-mc · 7 months

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Got any thots/ideas in wing kink for Luci, Simeon, or anyone with wings?

a/n: there's a few different types of wings among the cast, but I think they're all unique and worth talking about!

wing headcanons

featuring: lucifer, mammon, asmodeus, beelzebub, diavolo, simeon, raphael (+ michael and karasu)

0.7k words | nsfw | suggestive

cw: wing kink implied. sexual situations and predator/prey kink mentioned. the predator/prey kink section is after the divider if you prefer not to read that part.

One of the first signs of trust is the casual affection he shows you when his wings are revealed. He might not always reach for your hand in public, especially if he's a bit more reserved by nature. However, what you do feel is the soft sensation of his wing brushing against your side when you walk beside him. He doesn't even mean to do it at first. It's like his wing naturally extends itself to curl around your back or glide against your arm. It's an unconscious gesture motivated by his feelings for you.

He might ask you to help with his wing care next. If he has wings made of feathers, he sits patiently while you preen them. You're especially careful when you straighten the feathers that look stuck out of place. Your hands are coated with a special oil that keeps his wings soft and protected from harsh wind and cool rain. It's a ritual for both of you now, one that often leads to grateful kisses and quickly descends into passionate lovemaking. Preening his wings was something he didn't enjoy doing by himself, or he reluctantly asked others to help him. Now that he has you, he craves the intimacy of it.

Leathery wings don't require the same level of care, but your lover is still grateful when you try to make him feel pampered and cared for. Sometimes stroking the edge of his wings feels ticklish. Sometimes it sends little bolts of desire shooting through his body straight to his cock. You never know whether he's going to laugh and squirm away from your hands, or if he's going to spin around and pin you underneath him.

Beelzebub's wings are thin and extremely sensitive, and he doesn't like it when they're touched. You are a rare exception. He trusts that you won't hurt the delicate wings that sit against his back. It feels nice when you gently run your fingers along the very edges. He rewards your gentleness and understanding with hungry kisses and greedy hands that rid you of all your annoying clothes.

As the crown prince, Diavolo's wings are particularly impressive and adorned with precious gold ornaments. He secretly likes it when you tease him about keeping the gilded gold pieces clean while you polish them to a glimmering shine. For special occasions, he'll even change them to a different metal that suits your preferences better—he wants to look his best for you. Don't be surprised when he offers you gifts of jewelry made with the same precious metals and jewels that match his own. He would love to see you wear them—and only them—the next time he invites you to spend the night.

Most of the time, fucking someone in his true form can be clumsy or awkward. He doesn't just let anyone touch their wings so intimately either. When you're intimate, he might purposefully reveal his wings. His wings wrap around your body and draw you close while he shields you from the world, protecting you when you're naked and vulnerable. (It also hides you from unworthy eyes that don't deserve to see you that way.) Sometimes his wings randomly appear in the height of passion, unfurling at his back when pleasure drives away all thought and reason except the singular desire to touch you. When his mind isn't clouded with lust, he looks a bit bashful that he lost control like that to begin with—it only happens when he's with you.

Another possibility is a little bit of predator/prey roleplay. Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to be hunted? Your winged lover is more than happy to indulge in this kink should you ask. The forests of the Devildom (or the human world) are perfect for this. He leads you there and urges you towards the tree line in front of you. He'll even give you a head start.

(You're going to need it.)

It begins when you finally run into the darkened woods with only glimpses of moonlight to illuminate your path. The smallest sounds are impossibly loud, echoing off the trees around you: a snapping twig, the crunch of fallen leaves under your feet, your own ragged, panted breaths. Sometimes you see movement from the corner of your eye and when you turn around, there's nothing there. What you do notice is the tree branch high above you shaking slightly, as if someone was just there and then launched himself back into the sky.

(He's toying with you.)

Adrenaline gives you one last burst of energy that propels your feet forward, and you keep running despite the burning in your lungs. The blood in your veins is laced with lust and fear in equal measure. It's not long before you finally hear it: the sound of wings slicing through the air and growing louder as he draws near. Do you hear the soft swish of feathers? The taut snap of leathery wings billowing against the wind? Or perhaps it's the bzzzt of wings fluttering rapidly at his back that quickens your pulse? Suddenly, his familiar silhouette looms above you and blocks the moon from view. You're pinned against his chest before you realize what's happening, and his arms (and sometimes wings) curl around your body. Greedy hands start to pull at your clothes as he crushes his lips against yours. The game is over, and you're finally his to claim.

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minhosbitterriver · 5 months

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SHIBARI WITH SKZ.

ot8 x gender neutral reader.

content warnings: shibari, sex, intense emotional connection, anal fingering (male receiving)

summary: i love shibari with my entire soul and i feel like we as a society don’t talk about it enough — particularly about how emotional it can be if done right.

🪢 BANG CHAN.

Chan would like tying you up but would mostly enjoy being tied up himself. I feel like when you first proposed the idea to him, he was nervous but decided to try for you anyway and ended up loving it. He’s a guy that is constantly dealing with stress and anxiety, so it’s almost a healing experience to fully let go of control and letting you do whatever you saw fit. It usually ended with you riding him gently, and he’ll be the type to tear up a little after you both cum because the time you’d just spent together was so deeply emotional.

🪢 LEE KNOW.

He himself doesn’t get tied up, but I feel like he would like tying up his partner using the shibari method. I feel like he would enjoy it quite a lot, especially if it leads to some electrifying, intensely emotional sex once the tying part is done. Like he’ll be thrusting into you deeply yet slowly, massaging all the sensitive spots he knows of while doing so. He wants to hear your moans that sound so preciously different from the way it sounds during regular sex — this one comes from the serenity of your mind, it’s everything you feel pushed into the soft sounds he coaxed out of you. Your face, the sounds, the way your body moved in rhythm with his despite the restraints — he’ll cum and keep going until he’s had several orgasms and he can’t anymore, nothing turns him on like being like this does.

🪢 CHANGBIN.

Tie him up. He’ll tie you up every once in a while, but mostly him, especially if done in front of a mirror. I feel like he’d be the kind of guy to enjoy watching himself being tied up with pink rope, and the way you’d leave a trail of kisses everywhere. He adores having sex with you like that, and he’ll cum if you play with his hole just right. He’s so soft, so buff and strong but he’d look so stunning tied up like that, whimpering your name as he grows more and more needy.

🪢 HYUNJIN.

I feel like this might be a genuine kink that he has, but it might be reserved to the lovers he shares the deepest, most intense connections with. Something about the way he describes himself as an emotional guy, his artistic perspective, his gentleness — everything makes me feel like he’d love this as much as I do. His touch would be so tender, and he’d caress your skin with every knot he made, and once you’re all tied up he just pulls you onto his lap while you’re both naked and he just holds you for a moment there. Like it’s not necessarily a sexual thing for him, just the amount of trust it takes to be in that type of mindset while tied up like that. It’s a form of bonding for him. He also likes being the one tied up by his lover, and he’ll be extra clingy and would need all the praise in the world before, during and after.

🪢 HAN.

He would definitely be the one to be tied up, he’s just the kind of guy who adores being at the complete mercy of his partner. It’s the ultimate sign of trust and intense love for him — he trusts you to care for him when in such a vulnerable state, and therefore that shows how much he also loves you. Constant eye-contact is very much needed, he needs to see your face, your expressions, everything. Kissing is more than encouraged as well, just call him a good boy or a pretty baby and he’ll be melting on the spot.

🪢 FELIX.

Something in my gut tells me that he would be the one to briefly bring it up as a kink he’s heard about before and found interesting, but then once you do research and seriously suggest trying it, he would be nervous. Perhaps it’s the level of intimacy, or the fear of doing it wrong — but he would need some time to think on it. Eventually, he’ll agree and it’ll lead to the most mind-blowing sex either of you have ever experienced. His hands are just so soft and gentle as he ties you up, and then when he finally fucks you, it’s all praises and eye-contact and him just fully catering to your every need for as long as you wish.

🪢 SEUNGMIN.

Doing shibari with him would be a bit more rough, I think. He’ll be domming you, but it’s a mixture of stern and soft. The time spent tying you up would be soft and he’d have his twinkling brown eyes on you the whole time while making you laugh a little with his jokes to soothe you. But once he’s inside of you, it’s like an animal takes over and he’s thrusting in and out of you at such an ínstense speed, you have no other option but to scream his name as you cum several times before he does.

🪢 I.N.

The first time you both experiment with shibari, he’s the one getting tied up. He’s not much for physical affection, but something about it made him grave for kisses and squeezes as often as possible. He needed constant reassurance as you worked, he was evidently nervous since it was new to him. It didn’t lead to sex though, because as soon as you wrapped your hand around his cock, he was feeling a little overstimulated but he didn’t want to be untied; he just wanted you close, to feel your skin on his while his mind floated away. Like with Hyunjin, shibari served as a bonding experience for the two of you.

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artycomicfangirl · 6 months

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Do you have some headcanons of Daisy's and Luigi's love languages they display in the relationship?

Oh man, you know what? You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for an ask like this since…well, Ever! I LOVE these kind of things! I had to do a quick research to brush up on what Love Languages are again. So I took inspiration from some templates I found online. Sprinkled in with a little bit of the Movie-Verse Headcanons.

I guess this is a potential Part 1 of Luaisy headcanons? All because I’m unfortunately not able to list them all as of now!

But, Here we go! Hope you enjoy. Sorry if this ends up being a super long one though, haha.

- Acts of Service -

💚 Luigi would be more than happy and willing to tend to any Plumbing relate problems Daisy has. This is one of the only few times where even if he doesn’t even know the full situation of the problem, he never says no to her needing help, and dives head first without hesitation…

• Even if it means literally diving into that now rising flooding castle basement of hers, just to locate and fix that pesky broken pipe system!

🌼 💚 Cooking for each other. Unlike when I think Peach lovingly does most, if not all of the cooking for Mario. Cooking seems to become a thing divided equally between Luigi and Daisy.

• Luigi is known to be the best at Dinners. Some of his experience gained from helping his Mama back in Brooklyn growing up. And helping Mario cook too. One of his favorite meals he always loves to share with Daisy on occasion, is his mother’s classic Pasta recipes!

🌼 Plumbing can be real exhausting work sometimes! So Daisy is usually the one to fix up some either some real ice-cool drinks to personably bring to him in sweltering heat. Or Make him some hot cocoa or coffee for the really cold days. She’ll even bring some snacks, or even lunch if it’s almost time for a break.

🌼 Whenever she can be there, Daisy would always sit around and keep Luigi company while he worked. Also for the fact so she can pass him tools that he might need during work. Or even better, hold the fort as best as she can to prevent little mishaps that may occur. Need someone to hit a pipe to get it working? Need an extra set of strength to turn that creaky faucet? Trust Daisy to help out too!

- Physical Touch -

💚 Luigi is so, so, SO gentle with Daisy. Not in a way where he believes that she is perceived to be ‘Delicate’. He has faith that she can handle herself of course! But that’s just simply in his nature with everyone else too. Very little to no aggressive or intimidating body language. And with her? It’s just extra sweet.

• He knows she’s strong. But he can’t help but be the one to look out for her and be worried for her sometimes. When he sees her all scuffed up from fights, he offers to bring her water, ointment, bandages, whatever she requests. At first he allows her to try and heal herself. But If Daisy needs more help, he would step in to help tend to her wounds as much as possible.

💚 Luigi was is the most nervous and hesitant in initiating any form of touch at first. He didn’t want to make the wrong moves or anything! But upon the first hug and some vocal encouragement, it was a sign for him that he is on the right track.

He slowly gets more confident in holding hands with her, having an arm around her waist (Although, he can’t help but melt a little at the fact that he could be THIS close to someone he loves!)

💚 Kisses on his nose get’s him all smiley right away! Daisy ends up doing these out of surprise, and it just gets him so much. Kiss him on the cheek? Instantly giddy. She kisses him on the lips? Immediate knockout. He’s giving the Heart-eyes vibe. This is Something he shares in common with his bro too!

💚 When Luigi sees Daisy on the verge of lashing out at someone. He’s the first to quietly take her hand in his to gently squeeze it. This either gets her to look at him, which he gives a nod and look of reassurance for her to think things through. Or it’s almost like an instant touch that needs no words nor looks. But it has an instant affect on her. She rarely gets directly angry at him ever. How can she be mad at someone just so sweet to her? She knows he genuinely wants to help her.

• Sometimes he chooses to gently rub her hands instead. Also an equally effective calming effect.

💚 If Daisy ever feels down or at her worst, he more than welcomes her with open arms, and does not ever judge her for crying (something she rarely ever shows in public. Always putting a strong face.) It matters very little to him in the moment that his hat or clothes would be tear-soaked.

💚 Speaking on the note of a Sad Daisy. There are a few trigger moments which if you end up hurting Daisy, can make this sweet and timid Greed Plumber, decide that enough is enough. There is a reason why his Trope is known as a ‘Cowardly Lion’!

💚 He will try to place himself in front of her always. Whether it is him jumping in front of her to take whatever brunt of force was directed at her without thinking. Or steeling himself up to give stare down (albeit with quaking knees) in front of his enemy.

He starts of with a slight quiver in his voice. But if you continue to mock him or her a second time, the shakiness in his tone fades. Becoming a bit more determined. A quiet strength. At that point, he will not allow you to push him around and insult Daisy like that. Even if he might get knocked around a bit, he keeps getting back up, just to stand up for her.

💚 He’ll even try to use his hat at some points if he needs to cover her face more for protection.

💚 For some reason I feel like instead of usually carrying a Princess Bridal-style like Mario does. Luigi tends to carry Daisy on his back more. This often leads to escaping from some very comical situations!

🌼 Daisy is DEFINITELY the one who is not shy in expressing her affections naturally. But also really straightforward in her actions.

🌼 Ever experienced one of those surprise Run-at-top-speed Jump hugs? That’s Daisy for you! She often forgets to tone herself down sometimes.

🌼 Pulling him by the suspenders of his overalls gently just to kiss him.

🌼 She’s the one ending up carrying him like a bride instead HA

🌼 Like Luigi, Daisy is always one to step in front of her beloved to shield them from any potential danger. She is usually the one to Yank him out of the way with top speed (Apologizing immediately to him afterwards!) and pull him close to her body to try and cover and protect him as much as possible.

🌼 You would not be able to live it down if Daisy sees you harming or insulting Luigi. She is super quick on to you, ready to throw hands (And weapons, if in a fight)

🌼 She and Mario share the same kind of sentiments when it comes to standing up for Luigi.

“Say that again about my Boyfriend…And you’re gonna regret it!”

- Words of Affirmation -

🌼 Daisy is the one with the vast supply of pet names and complements!

🌼 The Iconic “Hey Sweetie!”

🌼 Buttercup, Honey-Bee, Weegie, Squeegie ect

🌼 If you don’t stop her, she may resort to floral Puns!

🌼 When it comes to support, she is like a really passionate cheerleader. You would definitely see her yelling her heart out at the sidelines of any event/competition/Kart race

🌼 When she writes notes or letters, Daisy tends to be the one who draws little doodles at the end of each letter, or just as little decorations here and there. Mario may or may not have accidentally revealed that he had caught Luigi chuckling at a letter he received from Daisy. Only to be told by his younger Bro that he found her drawings adorable and it made him smile. So she’s been doing that ever since!

💚 Luigi is a bit more reserved with this type of thing. But in fact, he is secretly the more poetic one! Surprisingly The type who’s words of love end up being a natural Cupid’s arrow.

💚 I see ‘Desert Flower’ as a popular head canon compliment he might say, and I also agree with that!

💚 Why do I feel like he would totally be the one to call her “My Dynamite Gal”??? When he’s mustered up so much confidence??

• Because Luigi is known to be more shy and timid, he does have more struggles with confidence in some parts. Leading to this possible little interaction:

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💚 “ Face it…How can I even do this? I’m such a loser! I mean, look! I literally got a huge L on my head!”

🌼 “…Does It really have to mean Loser?”

💚 “H-huh? I-I…well what else can it be?”

🌼 “Well…put it this way. You’re kinda like a Clover!”

💚 “A…Clover?”

🌼 “Yeah! You ward off evil. You’re green all over. So How about…Lucky?”

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- Quality Time -

💚 Luigi ends up loving taking strolls around the castle with Daisy. Whether it is in the Palace Gardens, or by lakes and rivers. Even Flower fields, where he’ll even attentively listen to her pointing out the new things.

💚 Luigi May end up getting challenged when he goes out on hiking trips with Daisy. The first few trips, he ends up faltering behind a little (He has bad knees everyone!), But Daisy would often slow her pace down a little so he can keep up. She doesn’t mind one bit. But overtime, he pushes to improve himself, in which he now is actually able to keep up by her side. She’s extremely proud of him

💚🌼 The Camping trips together are always fun though! Well, excluding some Minor scares and freak outs from the local wildlife at night. Luigi Teaching Daisy the classic treat of making a S’more. While Daisy would do something shared from her own land sometimes!

🌼 Daisy loves whenever she and Luigi get to go on one of their ‘Sports dates’, and is usually the one initiating these meetups (Knows all the good places!) while Luigi throws in suggestions. Usually consisting of Golfing especially. She is more knowledgeable in the technique, which she ends up teaching Luigi what she already knows. She likes to jokingly say that he’s “Learning from the best!”

🌼 If they end up moving in together and sharing the same bed, Daisy would be the type to wake up a bit earlier than Luigi does. Then goes back again to get some extra sleep hours. She has this little habit where she can’t help but give a little kiss on his cheek by then. If he continues to sleep, she lets him be. But if he ends up wanting to be woken up by this, she starts to go in for more kisses. Some of them are quick ticklish to him!

All until she’s gazing back at sleepy half-open eyes, A lopsided smile, and a very happy green Plumber who’s morning has just been made even better!

💚 On Luigi’s part, he’s the one who sleeps the last. Letting Daisy sleep first before him, as he sometimes has a bit of work he needs to attend to. Or just simply reading a few pages of his favourite book beside her.

• When he notices a lock of her hair astray on her face, he ends up brushing it aside for her. In that moment, he seriously cannot believe that this beautiful fiery woman is his beloved, and is right next to him.

- Receiving Gifts -

💚 It is a popular head canon going around that Daisy is very into gardening. So, Luigi would even go out of his way to brush up on said topics about Gardening and nature just for Daisy. Same thing that he would do when it comes to her other interests, just so he knows what to get her!

💚 He has really great callback memory, in which he is able to remember most of the conversations he would have with Daisy when she talks about various plants. Including seeds and flora she wishes she could obtain to grow in her castle Garden. So! Every often, he would visit the local markets or shops in the town, where he would check up all the latest imports/exports to see if he can find some uncommon, or even rare seeds for him to collect for her. If it’s something from Brooklyn, he most likely tries to buy seeds of flowers for her smaller pot plants!

If he goes on adventures with Mario, he does something similar where he collects various trinkets or souvenirs for him to take home for her, or send to her by mail.

🌼 Daisy is definitely more extravagant, and a bit more ‘flashy’ when it comes to gift giving. She does not do this to show off. She 100% fully believes that her believed deserves the best he can get…Even if it ends up giving him the biggest of blushes. And just so happens she can’t stop gushing about it either in her own way!

🌼 Actually at first, she might have been giving him ‘Weird’ gifts for the first few times when they became a couple. They’re not offensive gifts! But they were a result of her having misunderstood some of his hobbies and likes at the beginning. But never in bad faith, as she genuinely tried to guess what would make Luigi happy. But luckily with help from Peach and Mario, she got good results. And long the way, she started getting better at gift-giving.

🌼 I mean, have you seen that Golden statue of her and Luigi in her own Mario Kart Course? If she was the one who commissioned that, she would totally go THAT far.

🌼 She would go on a secret calling spree, prepare a huge birthday with all of his favorite foods, invite literally all of his friends and family as a complete surprise. Making the Green man crying out of happiness.

🌼 Well, not exactly a traditional kind of gift. But just for him, Daisy would end up wearing cute dresses or other outfits. Something he likes. But that’s because we all can’t deny, Daisy is still Daisy. She still loves to tease Luigi one way or another.

Green Bro may have been staring a little too long, as the Princess walks by in a tank-top and shorts combo!

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starsinmylatte · 7 months

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Hi, can I ask for F, G, and R from the smut headcanons (for the hot blue man) and maybe also Y if you want/have enough time? Love your writing, keep up the fine work (of giving us Thrawn girls things to feast on)

Thank you, Anon, my beloved!! I have a solemn duty to feed my fellow Thrawn Girlies (gn) 💜🥰

Original smut headcanon post here

Other letters I've answered: Q, S, Z || E, M, and W

Warnings: There really aren't any for this one besides NSFW. It's sweet and intimate here, besties.

F: Firsts (First time having sex together)

Any first with Thrawn is going to be so deeply passionate. He isn't one for random flings, and I don't think he's much for escort services (although he'd respect the profession). For him to truly find release in the arms of someone else, he'd have to trust them, and that in itself is an incredibly tricky thing given his position. Needless to say, anyone Thrawn is having sex with is important to him and has been for a time. Because of that, he is absolutely determined to show them how much he cares.

Every touch, kiss, and caress is filled with hunger and Thrawn's pure desire for intimacy with you. The sex isn't necessarily gentle, it's more reverent. He doesn't treat you like you'll break because he knows you won't.

I feel in my soul that there are probably multiple rounds, but the very first one is Thrawn trying to manifest his feelings for you into a physical form of intimacy. It's slow and intimate lovemaking, but the implication behind it is obvious... your souls are entwining as much as your bodies are.

G: Gentle (Describe gentle/loving mid-sex gestures)

Thrawn is the type to break the pace at which he's fucking you to take a devastatingly slow roll of his hips, press a kiss to your temple, and murmur something to you in Cheunh.

When you learn more of his native tongue, you realize that he's telling you how beautiful you are. Thrawn calls you his beloved, precious, and more, whispering all that you mean to him and just how amazing you are against your skin.

He's also the type to hold your hand while he fucks you, lacing his fingers through yours while you cry out in pleasure.

R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

His eyes glow brightly when the two of you are alone and he wants physical intimacy. Thrawn is able to hide it (to an extent) when others are around or if the timing isn't appropriate.

That being said, it's also very similar to how they glow when he's excited or intrigued by something. Only like three people probably know him well enough to tell the difference, so he is able to find an easy excuse.

Thrawn also gets handsy when he's in the mood, his voice gets a little deeper, and his accent comes back. Even if he can't get as handsy as he'd like, he still manages clandestine touches of your hand or shoulder. They are touches that seem mundane to everyone, but you know exactly what they mean.

Y: Yawn (How they sleep post-sex)

Alright, there's a certain level of "light sleeper" you have to be when you can be called on at any moment for an emergency (ask me how I know this lmao), and Thrawn is basically on 24/7 call as a Grand Admiral.

That being said, his sleep patterns are interesting. He sleeps better next to his beloved, especially after sex.

Thrawn, the infamous tactician and Grand Admiral of the Seventh Fleet is a clingy cuddler. He needs to feel his beloved is safe in his arms and his preferred sleeping position is any that allows him to fully wrap himself around his partner.

When Thrawn is alone, he tends to wander into his office at 0200 when he has an important thought, or because he needs a fresh perspective on a piece of art he's studying, but when his beloved is sleeping next to him, he's a little more conscious of what is imminently important and what can wait until morning. Thrawn's desire to not disturb his lover actually backfires into him taking better care of himself, too.

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rorywritesjunk · 13 days

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There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin

Crocodile brings on a former assistant to manage Buggy and his workload. Buggy realizes he likes it when Taron praises him for the littlest things.

Rating: PG-13 to start. Chapters will be rated depending on content. Warning: Slow burn. AFAB nonbinary character. Buggy is touch starved and a virgin who thrives on praise. He's also a bit of a mess because he's thinking he's going to finally be killed by Crocodile. Set with the Cross Guild but won't be a poly fic (as much as I love that unf). However, mentions of past/somewhat present TaronxCrocodile stuff. Also Buggy is bratty, whining, a little pathetic. He doesn't want to do anything. Word Count: 1,850. A/N: My self indulgent submissive Buggy fic. This came from another fic I wrote for another fandom that I never posted but it was pure self indulgent. I decided to do it with the clown and change it up. Originally thought of making this a dom!Buggy fic but after a poll and how I started writing it, I decided to stick with sub!Buggy.

Title comes from "Take Me To Church" by Hozier.

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3

Chapter 2

The first few mornings were rough. Taron was an early riser, already dressed and ready when they would enter Buggy’s room with a cup of coffee for him before waking him up. They would try shaking him awake before kicking the mattress, and when that didn’t work they’d pull the blankets off, ignore his naked body, and shove him out of bed. Each time he landed face down on his nose, startling him awake. As he screamed threats and obscenities at Taron, they’d open up his wardrobe and start picking out his outfit. That usually helped to get Buggy ready faster as he didn’t trust them to pick out the right clothes.

This was the fifth day. Buggy was sitting at breakfast with a swollen nose from his wake up call. He was already dressed for the day, not looking forward to more paperwork Taron would find for him to deal with. They really were good at their job. They didn’t allow him to get distracted, already threatening to use a sea prism stone on him if he tried to use his powers to get away.

The reward for a job well done was a piece of candy which Buggy hated to admit but he looked forward to the little treat they’d pull from their pocket and set on the table after he signed ten different forms. One time they even put their hand on his shoulder, causing him to flinch, but it was followed by a gentle, “Good job, Buggy.” before they went to get him a refill on his drink.

It… was hard to relax around them. In many ways they reminded Buggy of Crocodile, which as he tried to ask questions about Taron, trying to get to know them, there wasn’t much coming out at first. All he knew was that after dinner, Taron would head to Crocodile’s tent for a few hours before coming back to sleep in their own bed.

Buggy strummed his pen against the stack of papers, looking across the table at Taron as they filled out a planner of Buggy’s meetings and appointments. It was almost lunch time and Buggy had been at this for hours. Taron did let him get up and stretch his legs, even if he whined and fussed the entire time about sitting for long periods of time, how his back hurt, his hand was covered in ink, everything sucked, but Taron tuned him out, pointing at his chair after he walked around the table a few times.

The day dragged on.

After lunch, Buggy was forcing himself to head back to the table to complete another mountain of paper when Taron stopped him.

“Let’s take a few minutes to get some fresh air, okay?” They suggested. “You’ve been working hard today, Buggy.”

He hated how in just a few days having this stranger give him such simple praise made him yearn for it. Mihawk and Crocodile would never say such words to him, yet Taron said he was doing a good job so kindly he thought he'd lose his mind for a moment.

“It's bright outside.” Buggy whined as the two of them walked along. He was dressed in some of his best clothes, wearing his hat and jacket, looking every bit of what a pirate captain should look like. Taron was just… not as eye-catching as Buggy in their clothes. That bothered him. If they were going to remain his assistant then they needed to have a different look. He side-eyed his assistant, looking them up and down. “Why do you dress like Crocodile?”

“I dress like me.” They replied, hands in their pockets and not looking at him. “Does the way I dress bother you?”

“Yes! You work for me, you should dress to impress!” Buggy insisted as he stomped his foot and glared at them. “Where's the color, where’s the glam? You look too much like Crocodile.”

“I like my clothes.” They told him with a glance in his direction; Buggy thought they looked amused, but it was fleeting. “I'm sorry I don't dress to your standards, but remember, I work for Crocodile to help you out.” They kicked a small rock out of their way. “You don't have a say in my appearance, Buggy.”

“Why?! That's not fair!” He huffed, clenching his fists.

“Life isn't fair.” Taron stopped abruptly as Buggy took a few extra steps ahead of them. “Come on, let's get back to the tent. We need to keep on schedule with the paperwork. I imagine you'll be caught up by the end of the week.”

“Why does it even matter?” Buggy grumbled as he reluctantly turned to follow them. This was so frustrating. He wondered what it would take to have Taron add a little flash to their outfits. It was bad enough that Crocodile hired them without asking Buggy, but the fact they dressed like him was terrible.

It wouldn't be too hard to sneak a sparkly cravat into their wardrobe, right?

Taron was off to Crocodile’s tent which for Buggy was the perfect time to sneak some flashy things into their wardrobe. He had Cabaji help him look for items in what Buggy thought to be their size, and if he replaced a shirt for a shirt then they would have to wear it.

Usually Taron was gone for a few hours which gave Buggy plenty of time to get into their clothes and change things around. It was worth the risk. He took their clothes out of their wardrobe, tossing them into piles on their bed while Cabaji removed the hangers, swapping their clothes for the ones Buggy picked out.

“These look like Crocodile's hand-me-downs.” Buggy said as he pulled a dark colored vest out, holding it against himself with a disgusted look on his face. “It's ridiculous.”

“That's because they are his hand-me-downs.”

Buggy froze and looked at Cabaji. He looked terrified, staring in the direction of the door. Swallowing nervously, Buggy turned to face the inevitable. Taron was standing at the door, expressionless, thankfully alone but that didn't help soothe Buggy’s fears. They were back earlier than Buggy expected. Why, why did they return so quickly? Why weren’t they with Crocodile? Were they about to kill Buggy?

“Is there something you need from my wardrobe?” Taron asked as they approached Buggy. They looked him over, reaching out to the vest he still felt, their fingers brushing over the fabric. “This isn't your color, you know.”

Buggy nervously watched as Taron leaned forward, hand reaching out but instead of grabbing Buggy by the throat, they took the garment from him. He slumped against the wardrobe. He didn't know what Taron was capable of, they must be strong, and they were finally here to get rid of him. Their other hand reached out and touched his face, causing him to flinch and jerk away.

“Buggy, I'm disappointed by your actions.” They sighed softly. “No candy for the rest of the week, I'm afraid, which is a pity because the paperwork tomorrow is going to be tedious.”

They stepped back and looked over at Cabaji. “Can you help him with this? I'm going to wash up. My clothes better be back on their hangers and in the wardrobe by the time I come out.”

They ignored the two as they grabbed their robe and headed out of the room. The other two stood still, both holding their breath as they waited to be sure they were gone. This… was a bad idea, going through their things, but Buggy was just so frustrated with the situation. He shoved the hanger back into the wardrobe and slammed the door shut.

Buggy kept glancing over at Taron during a meeting. They weren't saying anything yet around their neck was a lavender cravat with a shimmer to it, the one Buggy left with their things. They actually wore it and while he felt proud, he still awaited the inevitable.

Four days after rummaging through their clothes he was still alive so far.

He wasn't really listening to what Mihawk was saying, lost in his own world as he kept a nervous eye on Taron. They were taking notes, glancing up every few minutes at Mihawk as he spoke, nodding along with his words. Buggy swallowed nervously and finally glanced over at the other two members of the Cross Guild. Crocodile was looking over some things, a cigar in his mouth as his eyes darted across the papers in his hands. Mihawk was discussing something about whatever, Buggy had honestly tuned him out a while ago, so he didn’t know what the swordsman was going on about and didn’t really care.

Taron was just taking notes.

When the meeting was over and the two of them were released, Taron followed behind Buggy back to the tent. Crocodile had insisted there were more forms that needed Buggy’s signature and the clown didn’t understand where these were all coming from or what they were for. Taron followed behind Buggy, clutching the forms to their body as Buggy wondered if he could get a break. At least with Mihawk and Crocodile he knew when the punishment was coming, but Taron he couldn’t read. Nothing had happened yet, but Buggy knew it was just a matter of time before Taron would punish him for something.

They arrived back at the tent and to Buggy’s office. Taron placed the stack of forms at his seat before they went to make a fresh pot of coffee. Buggy just stared at the small mountain of papers, wondering how he could get out of it. He took a seat, brain trying to think of something.

He opened his mouth with some kind of excuse ready when Taron came over with a hot cup of coffee for him. They set it down before holding a piece of candy out to him. He tried to take it but they closed their hand and pulled back.

“This is an encouragement for you to start working, Buggy.” They told him as they started to unwrap it for him. “I decided the little rewards really do help you and that withholding them may not be the best choice if I want you to be productive.” They reached over for him, taking hold of him by the chin before pressing the sweet to his lips. “But you need to be good, Buggy, can you do that for me?”

There was that unsuspecting gentle touch that had Buggy gasping in surprise, nodding along with their request as they pushed the treat into his mouth carefully, letting their thumb rest against his bottom lip before releasing him and pulling back. Buggy’s heart was pounding, face flushed, and he tried not to choke on the candy as he watched them as they went to their own chair to work. The strawberry flavor of the candy was mellow, just enough to keep him focused on it as he kept an eye on Taron as he signed the papers.

He wondered what other rewards they would have for him.

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totally-original-artist · 2 years

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Hey so uh about the pet au-

I just got the idea that demons can shapeshift a bit to make themselves smaller, bigger, and alter their animalistic features to present as another animal than what they truly are

Nearly all demons nowadays don't show the features they were born with and some will make themselves be an entirely different species just to fuck with their owners even if it isn't good for their biology (they don't get the right food or eat something they shouldn't (but that's super rare in itself and only appears in abusive homes))

If yours begins to trust you they will slowly let their actual features out as a sign of comfortability and some will shift themselves smaller (if it doesn't strain their body) for more cuddles (Mammon and Asmo)

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you? read it?? and wrote something?? for me??? 🥺👉👈

Ok but I really like this idea!! Beel being kept as a guard demon! He sees the way other people interact with their pets every morning, hugging and petting them, but his owners try not to touch him too much because of the wings he has. They're disgusted by them and even attempt to paint over it to make it look more 'beautiful', this breaks his heart so much. So Beel tries desperately to look more like a cat or dog, straining his body everyday and holding that appearance for hours. It doesn't take long for him to get ill, his body just can't handle being different from its original state for so long. But Beel still tries to push through, since the only time his owners genuinely smiled at him was when he looked cute. His sickness eventually leads to him being given away.

After you take him in he's still a little weary about turning back, and he doesn't want you to see his 'disgusting' side, so he keeps up the cute cat/dog look. You notice his health is declining and you frantically try to help him get well but you're not sure why he's sick. Beel slowly comes to see just how much you cared for him, he sees that you're terrified you might lose him. One day while you're just about to make a call to the local vet, Beel comes up to you. Curling up into a ball in your lap you see his facade slowly slip away, his animal ears disappearing and his tail too, replaced with a pair of shimmering, insect-like wings. He sighs, finally able to relax after so long and falls asleep against you. He didn't want to see the look on your face, he was too scared for that, but the fact that you didn't push him off immediately probably meant something good. You place a gentle hand on his head and watch him shrink a little to better fit on your lap. You didn't understand why he kept up that look for the past few days but you're glad he felt comfortable enough to be this close to you now.

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Also, Lucifer being kept as a show pet for his beautiful black feathers and the gorgeous gem on his forehead but he hates his owners and just turns into a different bird (like say…a common pigeon). He loved seeing the look of shock on their faces, loved it when they whispered to each other about him. He didn't understand anything they said but it was clear it was getting to them and that's all that mattered. Eventually though, the shock turned to anger and he'd be punished; starved, isolated, and taken to multiple vet visits where he'd be poked and probed in an attempt to understand why he was 'acting up. So he'd stop. He'd stay as the beautiful little pet they bought just wishing for them to let him be.

By the time he comes to your home it's been engraved in his head that he had to stay obedient or he'd be punished. You watch as Lucifer behaves like a good little demon at your house. Doing exactly what he's told and even helping you with some small chores here and there. You notice though that he never really formed a bond with you, it felt more like he was some sort of soldier following your orders. One day he messes up, Lucifer feels the end of his shirt get stuck on something on a table and he pulls in an attempt to free it, but the table moves, knocking down the cup of water you had left on it. Lucifer's heart drops, he didn't want to be punished, he'd been so good so far how could he mess up now? He desperately runs and fetches the washcloth and wipes like his life depends on it, hoping that you hadn't heard anything but is quickly disproven. As he hears your footsteps approach he feels his heart race even more, he's terrified of what you might do if you found out he had screwed up but he didn't have time to clean it, so he flees. He runs to the storage room and stuffs himself under an old couch against the wall, his body shrinking to accommodate the space.

All you come back to is the fallen over cup with a wet washcloth next to it and the sound of a door being shut. It takes you a while to figure out what might've happened but once you realize you immediately head over to the storage room to check on Lucifer. You search for a few minutes before discovering a small silhouette under the old couch and find that it's Lucifer. How’d he get in there? It's such a small space. You try to reach for him but he just presses himself against the wall, completely overwhelmed by fear, but you didn't know that. By the time you realize that he wasn't just scared, he was scared of YOU, you could already hear him sniffling and feel crushed. You had caused this, this was your fault, and one way or another you were determined to fix it.

You try to lure him out with food, but you're not sure what his favorite is, Lucifer always ate whatever you gave him. But you wait there with a pizza bun and a small cup of water in hand, hoping he'd come out once he starts feeling hungry but hours pass and he's still stuck. You place both items down and go out for a while, maybe he'd come out to eat when you're not around? But he doesn't. You come back after a few hours to see the food and water untouched and you can't help but feel guilty. Were you really that terrifying? Did he not trust you anymore? Did he ever?

You spend the next hour trying to coax him out with praises and sweet words. Though he doesn't understand you, it's clear from your tone that you mean well, but seeing your hand reaching for him keeps reminding him of all the atrocities he had to endure in his previous home. Eventually you give up, feeling sleepy you decide to just sleep here just to keep an eye on Lucifer. Bringing out a camping mattress you lay down a few feet away from the couch and it doesn't take long for you to fall asleep.

Lucifer hesitantly takes a peek outside and is shocked to see that you're still there. He notices that you're fast asleep. What surprises him even more is seeing a small hot box next to you with a sticky note that had a badly drawn picture of him on it. Deciding he'd probably want a warm meal once he came out you left it there. Lucifer slowly crawls out of his hiding spot, feeling much braver now that you're sleeping. Curiosity gets the best of him and he opens the lunch box, instantly he's hit with a delicious smell. It was a meat dish and still really warm. Having not eaten for most of the day, Lucifer gratefully shoveled it all into his mouth, stopping occasionally when it felt too hot.

Once done with his meal he looks at you. He starts to wonder if you actually did care for him. Maybe he wouldn't be punished after all. You were clearly trying to look out for him, the meal for proof of that, and the fact that you had opted to sleep in this uncomfortably cramped space instead in the comfort of your own room just to stay with him. Lucifer feels himself tear up at the thought of being loved, it seemed like such an impossible concept but all signs led him to believe it, even if it's just a little.

The next day you wake up to a small bundle sleeping by your feet. The demon lay there holding the lunch box to his chest, you watch as he takes steady breaths, sleeping peacefully. You couldn't help the small smile that formed on your face at the sight. Sure the day he fully trusted you was probably far away, but you were more than willing to wait for it.

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haifengg · 2 years

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Pairing: RengokuxGN!Reader

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He shows his affection by acts of service. His definition of ‘I love you’ is ‘I will do things for you’. Rather than wanting you to do stuff for him he loves it if he can be of help and if you rely on him. Of course there are days when he’s worn out and needs being taken care of but mostly he’s full of energy.

B = Before (What were they like when they had a crush?)

Painfully obvious. He would ask everyone about you. Talk about you relentlessly. Try everything to be around you more.

At some points your mutual friends would go to you and beg you to go on a date with him just to make it stop.

C = Confession (What was their confession like?)

After that whole story I don’t think it needed a confession. As Rengoku was aware. He probably would have loved to properly confess but … yeah he kinda blew it.

D = Date (What was the first official date they went on?)

For the both of you the first date wasn’t an actual date. It was just one of the times he rescheduled everything to be with you on some actual lame thing like … studying or whatnot but because this man was so obvious there had already been sparks all over the place.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I suppose you would already know before it even happens. His demeanor and way he behaves when you’re around would already have changed. I can see him trying to pull through and hoping for things to get better but once he notices that won’t happen he break up very fairly. If you already live together he’d move out. Just because his romantic feelings for you have changed doesn’t mean he doesn’t still care about you. And since it is him breakingup he’d want you to be as comfortable as possible with the change of situation. (Maybe he’d even ask mutual friends to check in on you from time to time.)

F = Fights (What would fights look like? What are things that upset them?)

It’s difficult to fight with him because a) he can be _intense_ and b) storms out and doesn’t come back.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

His Love language is (apart from acts of service) physical touch. Therefore I can’t see him talk much rather than listening to you and hugging you on the sofa or holding your hand across the table.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Rengoku yearns for physical touch. He hugs you often, at all different kinds of occasions and in so many different ways. He pulls you closer by your waist when introducing you to someone or puts his arms around you on an escalator.

I = Intimacy (What is their favorite form of intimacy? Do they have problems with it?)

Getting ready together. It is important to him that you take good care of yourself. He enjoys seeing you do skin care and taking vitamins because it’s a sign to him that everything is in order.

Rengoku also enjoys taking you out to eat for the same reason.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Uhm… hm … difficult. I’d say he would only get jealous if there is a reason. For example that you talk about them too much or spend too much time with them (to the point you don’t have time for him anymore) or if there’s a shared past/trauma. Other than that I suppose he’s chill bc he knows and trusts you.

K = Kisses (Are they a good kisser? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His favorite place to be kissed is the back of his neck. When you hug him from behind and place a small peck in his neck. He loves it.

His favorite place to kiss you is inner thighs *coughs* you didn’t get that from me.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Of course. I suppose if you read this you’ve seen him with his brother. And please, those genetics really gotta be passed on.

M = Messages (How often do they text his S/O?)

Since Rengoku is usually at work he doesn’t text much. One thing you like about him is being serious about everything he does but that also includes following the no-phone rule at his workplace almost up to 100%.

I can also see him not texting you ‘good morning’ but leaving a note on the table when he leaves home. ANd definitely kissing you goodbye if you’re also awake that early.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Most of the time Rengoku comes home late. Once you confronted him about it (bc you’d like to see your boyfriend once in a while and actually have dinner with him) but when he explained it to you all your anger just poofed away. It turns out that he had been staying late in the office to help some new coworkers with their chores. It turns out that their boss is pretty pernickety so it established soon that experienced employees help the new ones.

After you made sure that said coworkers are either male or married you let it go. But you also made sure you got your message across and Rengoku promised he would try to come home earlier.

O = Opinion (Would they ask for their S/O’s opinion a lot? How important is it in terms of decisions?)

He gives a lot about your opinion since your taste in certain things is one of many traits that made him attracted to you.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Since Rengoku is not just a saint himself but also an experienced team leader at work he has an insane amount of patience. If he should get angry or annoyed he’d stuff it down and get real quiet. Maybe he avoids you for a few hours and then goes back to normal.

Confronting him or fighting with him is probably really difficult.

Q = Quizzes (How does a bar trivia night teamed up with them look like?)

This. Man. Is. So. Motivated. But doesn’t know shit. Rengoku would enter the competition extremely eager and ready to declare war but eventually wouldn’t know how to answer anything because he genuinely doesn’t follow pop-culture.

His face would stay the same tho. The same confident and dumb-ass crazy smile he’d put on every day.

R = Remember (How much do they remember about their S/O or their relationship in general?)

He remembers a lot. Not everything but most stuff. Especially the things you’d like him to forget immediately after they happened. Stuff that made you embarrassed? He’d remember you constantly and tease you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Rengoku is protective. No doubt. But since he knows you can stand up for yourself he sometimes also enjoys just being you cheerleader and watching you rule.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Depending on how much effort his partner puts into it. Sometimes Rengoku would love to go full out but he learned how to dial back and how less is more. What he really enjoys are weekend trips. Getting away and just enjoying the quiet with you.

U = Unique (What makes them unique as a S/O?)

Rengoku is a man that oozes respect. For nearly everything and everyone but most of all for you. He is someone who knows his own flaws and works on them relentlessly. He is also the most loyal boyfriend one could find, willing to work on a relationship that’s worth so much to him.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Semi. I mean, sure he is clean and everything but since he has his one look and never changes everything about it he surely doesn’t pay too much attention to these things. If you’d mention a certain look you’d like to see on him you would also have to go shopping with him because there isn’t much reliance on his fashion sense.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without their S/O?

Definitely.

X = X-Ray (How transparent are they?)

Rengoku probably doesn’t tell you everything but will disclose if you ask. A lot of things have happened in his life before they met you and he doesn’t want it to weigh on you.

Y = Yuck (Everyone has flaws. What is theirs?)

Dude can’t whisper.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Insists on going to bed together. Since most times you don’t see each other much during the day because of your different work schedules - he enjoys brushing teeth together and the little bathroom talks you have from time to time. Watching you get upset about something that happened that day, threatening things with a toothbrush sometimes is the highlight of his day.

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glasswinggames · 10 days

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Glass! What were the ros like as children?? And who would be likely to have a childhood friends to lovers relationship?

Hello!

Ooooo 👀 okay some may be harder to answer due to spoilers but I'll answer what I can!

Athy: She didn't speak for most of her younger years, and so her parents taught her a form of sign language, and that's how she communicated with everyone. She's always had a fixation with stories and she'd follow any of her three parents around until one of them read to her. She also had a tendency to just go off and explore, which caused some funny moments as this silent child just disappears up a tree every other day.

Cai: Before their mothers' passing, they were actually a very happy child. They took a lot after their mother, Thasinia, the late Sun in personality, because they were very calm and gentle. Though they enjoyed spending time with their Ommah, Alma, the late Moon, and she would teach them all about butterflies (that was her speciality). After their passing, things changed a lot and after several attempts on their life, they adopted the immature personality people now know them for, skipping lessons, causing trouble, which got worse the older they got.

Helios: Okay imagine a kid who thinks he is the most mature in the whole world (his main comparison point were his sisters so I don't fault him really haha), who thinks he knows everything at like the age of 10 because he is already studying magic theory... and then give him the largest pot of materia in the country. It's safe to say there were some disasters as he experimented with magic when he shouldn't have been, and didn't really think of the consequences until after the fact. He always pretends he wasn't as much of a troublemaker as his sisters... but he definitely was just in a different way to them. Though even as a kid he was fiercely loyal to his sisters, he stood up for them on more than one occasion no matter how much older or bigger the other kid was. He also had a tendency to get dragged around by them to play (especially dress up) even despite his protests that he was meant to be studying.

Jed: Didn't have a childhood... there isn't much I can say without spoiling!

Il: I also can't say much about him without giving spoilers, but I can talk about his teen years a little. He was very clumsy as a teen, though it was mainly a series of him trying to figure out who he was, or who he should be. It took time and support from his brother and ma to form his princely personality (there were a lot of cringey stages before that), and they were even more supportive as he decided to transition!

Farren: Farren was adorable as a child, she was raised completely in nature, away from the city with her grandmother Moira, and her skeleton parents Richard and Judy. She was a very freespirited child, having been given a lot of freedom growing up, and she was always wanting to touch and feel every sensation, and the amount of times she gave Judy a heartattack because she'd eaten something random she'd found-- She grew up very loved by those around her, as well as the wider witch and spirit community, and she was the same, giving that same love to everyone she met.

Eos: Eos was a scrappy kid, and was always that leader personality even back then. They led a small group of thieves who stole money and food that they'd all share, and they were fiercely protective of them all. They'd never really had a chance to have a gentle personality, so whilst the rest of the kids trusted them wholeheartedly, they were always very clumsy and awkward if any of them got upset or cried (they still kind of are now), the only way they knew how to comfort someone was giving them a gift, so they'd go out and steal something for them, which meant a lot of odd bits and bobs ended up scattered around.

Noah: He was the popular kid growing up, since he was tall and good at physical activities, like that jock that wasn't too arrogant, even though he was always surrounded by people. He was also a bit of a class clown, and a prankster, especially with his dad, who he'd have prank battles with. He was his dad's biggest fan, and he looked up to him a lot, so it made sense that as his dad was a priest he was more involved in the church, volunteering once a week and becoming even more well known in the community.

As for who would be most likely to have a childhood friends to lovers AU 👀 I think Noah (there is a really specific AU in my head that once his route comes out if someone reminds me I'll write a little something), Farren, Eos or Helios!

Thank you for the question! 🥰

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b-lessings · 8 months

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Hello, I'm not sure if you still answer these asks but i just wanted to share this with somebody and in the past you were so understanding and gentle and thoughtful.

I'm not very strict or regular with prayer and reading the Quran. I go through phases and i keep on straying then coming back.

The thing that touches me is that everytime i stop reading the Quran and open it the next time it's always a verse that is exactly what i need to hear at that exact moment. I started again today because I've been having a very hard time with anxiety and i just put down the Quran and the ayah that met me as soon as i opened the book was one that talks about how tasbih and mentioning allah will ease my worries. I am in tears as i write this. I feel a lot less alone and so loved and a little ashamed because I'm undeserving of such unconditional love and signs.

I do believe in signs from allah even if it seems stupid but it can't be a coincidence after all these times.

Anyway. I just couldn't keep it to myself. You can ignore this if you want haha

Allahuma barik, such a heartwarming ask 🥹🥹🤍

First of all, yes I am still here even though I lie pretty low around here and I answer asks mainly on @sisterssafespace , have a look there if you want .xx

Also, I hope I am still understanding and gentle :')

Thank you for sharing these words with us habibty I hope they get to inspire or fall as the nissing piece to anyone who's a bit lost right now or looking for a sign, and if not, just a reminder, and Allah swt said in surat Athariyat " But ˹continue to˺ remind. For certainly reminders benefit the believers. " [51:55]

I just want you to work a little harder on maintaining your prayers my dear, trust me, running to Allah swt and just being in His 'space' or in His 'presence' five times a day at least is the most anxiety-calming and soothing coping mechanism you can do in your day, take it from the girl who likes to call herself "anxiety in human form" :')

We are nothing without our daily five my dear sister, I know sometimes it gets so hard, sometimes even your legs feel so heavy to get up and pray, but please please please make sure you at least pray your five, everyday, no distractions, no breaks, no times out, and in shaa Allah everything will fall into place. More calmness, clarity, serenity and peace will fill your heart in shaa Allah.

Oh, and before I forget, you are never alone when you're with Allah swt, Alhamdullillah for our beautiful religion..

Anyways, I pray Allah swt keep you steadfast on His path and warm your heart toward His worship the way that pleases Him swt.

Jazaki Allahu kulla khayr for sharing, May Allah swt love you immensely!!

Fi Aman Allah 🤍

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mochikeiji · 3 years

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Gojo Satoru

↠ Pairing: Gojou Satoru x F!Reader

↠ Warning: bby gojo having heavy thoughts and sadness after everything. (pls hug) angst to fluff.

↠ a/n: ironically, his name is the title for this xD also thank you so much for the love from my recent works o(^▽^)o♡ have my love too!

↬ Word Count: 1.9k

Everyone has their beginnings. While some were blessed to start out life with good fortune and the right path, there were some who struggled through their way in living. For Gojo? He didn't really care. Not when he was already being worshipped for being born in this world, not when as a child he had barely lifted a finger before his life was already planned out for him. It was as if he was simply taking the red carpet to luxury. He already has everything. Truly, he claimed, he was indeed the honored one.

He wasn't one to be wary of his own feelings. What was there to be thought about if he doesn't know what are these stuff running through his head? Not that he should give a single mind to it.

But as he sat down at the tub of his bathroom— tweezers between his fingers, one at a time he plucks out the small shards of glass that had dug themselves onto his skin from the previous mission he was sent on solo, he started to wonder why he was staring blankly at the crimson liquid trailing down his damaged skin. Why did he felt so empty?

Maybe if Shoko were around to patch him up, he would've have had someone to pester for the day. Maybe he wouldn't have gone home to the lonesome apartment he owns, hissing at the pain from each shard taken out of his body.

Pain

That was strange. He never experienced that. Not even when he's in battle with the strongest forms of curses. No matter how many gashes of wounds he's collected, they always heal themselves quickly. It was unfamiliar that it began to frustrate him. He doesn't like it. Not one bit. It hurts. It hurts so much, yet why was there still something making his heart clench?

Loneliness. Abandonment. Broken.

Gojo was a fool for losing the only person that has come close to understanding him. If only he understood what Geto was going through; if he knew what the hell were all those troubles and emotions were maybe he would've still had his only best friend here with him. But no. It slowly came crashing down on Gojo's eyes that though he was the honored one,

He was the lost one.

A broken soul being held by strings as he was only guided to follow along the path that was planned out for him, but never what he planned for himself.

Why was he remembering all of these now? It had been years after the downfall. He should've moved on from it, be the usual cherry top, annoying idiot he was to his students and colleagues. God, he hates this. Falling, falling, falling.

Only the weak fall

Was a statement drilled into his system right from the start. The never ending worship that has earned him the title of being the "strongest" was what he kept pursuing. Believing.

Was the Gojo Satoru at his weakest point?

"Fuck." the unusually large shard of glass falls on the tiled floor, removed from the left side of his chest. Near to the scar that trails from the base of his throat and down to his navel; the reminder of why he shouldn't be left vulnerable at any cost. The hideous flaw that will forever be marked on his body, the one he desperately hides behind those prideful remarks and grinning faces. It saddens him, it hurts him, it angers him. It makes himself lose his own sanity.

The stinging started to kick in on his chest, no longer can he tell if it was from the wound or the clenching of his heart. He was strong, he was suppose and always will be strong. "Why?" the tub cracks from his grip. His free hand coming up to his eyes, eyes that people loved enough to fall in a trance— enemies crumbling and begging for mercy upon them.

Gojo felt ashamed.

Shameful. He grits his teeth hard when the small trickle of the uncharacteristic tear falls from the heavenly eye. It falls down to the porcelain surface, mixing with the trail of blood that was slowly draining down, "Why?" he finally looks down at the fatal wound, attempting to stop the bleeding with his bare hands pushing his chest. The blood smearing all over his upper body, shading the past scar that it made it look like it was there again.

"Why?"

Gojo speaks a little louder, sweating profusely as the dam inside him broke. Like an endless waterfall it was the tears fall. It made him sick. This was all not him. This wasn't the known shaman in the jujutsu world. This wasn't the boy raised from the family of the strongest. This wasn't the strongest.

"Stop."

This wasn't any of him.

"Make it stop."

Then who was he?

"Please, make it stop."

"Satoru?"

Entire body freezing. It was the first time he felt fear rushing through his veins; the fear of being seen like this. It wasn't because he didn't trust you. Good gracious, you were the last and only person Gojo ever holds onto after the years being glued together by faith and his attempts of flirting. No, he didn't want you to see this unknown person that was sitting in the bathroom of your shared apartment. Right, he forgot he was living with you.

Huh, he forgot. You were there.

There knelt down to his level, wide eyes meeting the now visible broken ones that was glossy with tears. With careful movements you raised an arm to eye level, pleading silently for permission to touch him. And for the time, Gojo was actually wary. He's faced a lot in the years spent as a sorcerer, as the strongest. Never the weakest. So when your lips curled into the same smile you'd give him during your moments of vulnerability. The cute, little curve you give when you couldn't help but just admire him or when you're about to utter out his 3 favorite words, he finds himself leaning forward to rest his cheek against the warmth of your palm. He allows the pestering tears to fall omly to be caught with your thumbs, shooing them away from his features.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

When your hand pulls away for a short moment, Gojo silently whines at the lost of contact. The tightness in his chest coming back. The feeling of abandonment crosses his head for a second before you placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, holding up the tweezers he had dropped a while ago, "I'm here now."

I'm here now

That was his line. His line for when there was someone in need of help. The line that shimmers hope on the darkest moments of anyone's life. The line of the strongest. The ones who were only truly honored of saying.

Hope. It had a different form today. One that was right in front of him, plucking out every leftover shard on his body with gentleness he never got to witness as a child. The soft cooes and from time to time kisses on his scalp made his senses more focused on there rather than the stinging sensations running through his skin. Exactly how people react when there is hope.

And where there is hope,

"I love you, Satoru."

There is love.

Warm water from the shower cap started pouring down to his tensed muscles, washing out the combined dirt and blood away from him, cleansing his own form of curses that has shaken up his being. When did you finish patching him up? And why wasn't it as painful as it was when he did it?

He watches you move the small container that reeked of the scent of his blood and that inflicted his injuries far from his sight. Immediately, Gojo felt empty once more and was about to call you when you came back holding fresh towels on your hands. "Do you want me to join you?" he couldn't say yes faster than ever, almost as if he was relieved when you offered.

When you had finally stripped yourself off of your clothes and settled in between his long legs, there was nothing but the sound of the shower on echoing in the room with the two of you just staring back to one another.

Too good to be true, you were.

Gojo wanted to speak. Wanted to tell you how thankful he is that you were here to pull him away. To save his life, but all he could do was stare back into the void that of before. He sees the way your hands map around his torso in attempt to rinse him completely. Coming in contact with the old and new scar, softly tracing them as you felt his eyes wonder to yours. There was no sign of disappointment nor a hint of harm or disgust. Only something he never understood that it made him sob unexpectedly, startling you that left you pulling him into your embrace which he latches his face onto your neck and arms surrounding your body whole.

He cries.

All the frustration of not knowing whatever was happening, the mistakes he wishes to correct and the past he hoped to save along with the title he swore to maintain. It all falls on the smaller body he treasures in his arms at this very moment. He clutches, he palms, he roams. Whatever he can do just so he can fully grasp the idea that someone was there. You were there, and he wasn't alone anymore.

"I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough."

It would shock the world and break the hearts of many to hear these very words uttered from the mouth of the honored one. And Gojo wishes that everyone could hear it. That it would somehow reach the skies to wherever his best friend was too. To you, the person he loved the most. He was sorry that he wasn't the Gojo Satoru in your eyes.

"No, Toru. No." you push him back gently only to pull him in for a soft kiss, "I don't need you to always be the strongest. Let alone apologize for being vulnerable." he listens as he nuzzles against the palms meeting his face. The ones that held him together when he was falling apart.

His lips wobbled a bit when you land kisses on his scars, "These may not have been the good ones in your life, but these do not make you for who you are, Satoru." he hums in content when you rub down to his chest soothingly, the feeling that you has him yearning for more. Needing for more, "It's okay to be lost, and it's okay to be weak. But it'll never define you."

"I need you to be just you."

You pull him down, letting him cry all his heart out to your naked chest. He let's you have your way to him. The emotions, words, and treatment. All so unfamiliar. And he finds himself wanting. Needing more.

All his life he thought he had it all.

But never in his life has he lived it.

"What am I, (Y/n)?"

Cooing softly as the small of his voice. Like the child who never got to experience what love was. The child raised to already has to burden such responsibilities and stand. Gojo can feel himself breathe in relief as he whispers an "i love you" with a small kiss on your skin when you uttered out the words that has set his locked up self free. Free from the strings that's been taking over. The cage he was kept from all of his living.

The curse of his gift

And being honored of what he truly deserves.

"You're Gojo Satoru."

Just Gojo Satoru.

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angelatsumu · 3 years

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so yeah. I'd like to request Sugawara with m!reader who is a shy and soft person. They usually just kissing and cuddling, but today Suga asks reader about doing more intimate.

Also.. can you make the reader has praise kink, but doesn't realize because it's his first time?

Thankiee

i have been milling this over in my head for some time, so i hope this turns out as well as i've planned. <3

softdom!suga + m!virgin!reader

warnings: praise kink, nsfw, might be tooth-rottingly soft.

nsfw under the cut

suga's the most attentive partner you could ever imagine. from the early morning breakfast in bed to gentle displays of affection while in public, he's constantly searching to satisfy your emotional needs and make it clear how much he cares for you.

at times, he can get caught up in work and making lesson plans that he may let his time with you slip a bit, but he always catches himself and for that you couldn't be more grateful.

suga's favorite form of affection is being wrapped all in you, feeling the warmth of your body curled up into his as you snuggle the morning away. he loves to press gentle kisses into your shoulder blades and the nape of your neck, appreciating the scent you have.

being this close to you brings him comfort, but he can't help but let his mind wander at times into more intimate forms of affection. right now, being curled against you with his chest pressed to your back had him reeling.

you were so cute like this, still lazily awaking and stirring ever so slightly against the straining hard-on against your back. he let out a groan, mostly out of frustration for himself. he knew you felt it, and his cheeks burned at the thought of making you uncomfortable.

"g'mornin' sleepyhead," you grinned, slotting your hips backward into him before turning over onto your stomach. he lazily drapes his arm over your waist, eyes crinkling as he smiled sweetly at you. "morning sugar, did you sleep well?" his voice is like honey, still dripping with remnants of slumber; it has your knees weak. you nod sheepishly, placing your hands on his chest and sliding up to kiss him softly.

koushi leans into the kiss, pulling your body closer to his as his lips move in time with yours. the plushness of your skin under his fingertips grounds him in the moment as he pants softly against your lips. his tongue slides over your bottom lip and you grant him permission to slide it into your mouth. your tongues move in sync against one another as you slide your body over his, and his arms encase you, pulling you even closer.

koushi breaks the kiss, panting softly as he stares lovingly at you, causing a blush to form on your cheeks. "such a pretty baby," he grins at you, and you hope he doesn't feel the swell of your cock against his thigh. he does. "do you wanna kiss some more, honey? there's plenty more where that came from, hm?" you give him a shaky nod, and go to part your lips but stop yourself.

koushi notices the uneasiness in your eyes, like you had something more to say, so he waits patiently. he peppers kisses along your wrists and fingers, and your cheeks warm at the familiar attentiveness of your loving boy. "whatcha thinkin' about pretty?" you sigh, head falling to avoid the eye contact. "how about I take care of you, baby? i can feel you getting hard for me. is that okay? can i take care of you?" you nod slowly, and his fingers slip under your chin and lift your head so that your eyes meet. with a cheeky smile he says, "use your words like a good boy." you blush deeply, confirming that you wanted him to touch you.

suga moves you to sit next to him, and he slowly slides your legs apart. he takes place between them, leaning forward to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. as your tongues move with one another, his hand snakes between you and slides over your inner thigh, inching closer to where you needed him most before moving away. with each stroke, you sighed into his mouth and it was music to his ears. "you're being so good," he muttered against your lips, hand halting right over the outline of your cock.

his hand slowly traced the outline as he began to pepper kisses down your jawline and along your neck, leaving kitten licks just below your ear with each slide of his hand. your hips moved to work with his hand, and he gave you a warning nip of the neck as a sign to behave. your hip movements stopped briefly until he picked up the pace, gliding along your hard cock at a more teasing pace. "take these boxers off, baby," he smiled against your neck, fingers slipped into the waistline and tugging them down.

the whine that left his lips when he saw your swollen tip oozing precum was embarrassing. "such a pretty boy, my good boy," he whispered softly as his hands ghosted over your thighs once more. his eyes met yours again, and he wore that charming smile you fell in love with. "you twitch each time i call you pretty baby. you like being praised, hm? like being called a good boy," he's teasing, but he means well. he lowers his body down yours, face becoming level with your cock. "s'pretty baby," he grins, tongue peeking out of his mouth as he swipes a drop of precum onto his tongue. the lewd action has your stomach turning, and you feel your body growing hot.

koushi lowers his mouth onto your throbbing length, being sure to watch the euphoric expression on your face as you bottom out in his throat. you whimper softly as he begins to bob his head rhythmically, and your hands tangle in his hair. "please," you moan softly, hips moving to meet each lowering of his mouth against you. he moans against your length, right hand moving to cup and massage your balls. "ngh, koushi, please~" you blush at the lewdness of your whines, hips moving on their own with the intensity of the pleasure. his eyes never leave you as he continues to bob, soft throat coaxing you closer to release.

koushi stops himself, wanting you to cum with him inside you. he pulls of your cock with a pop, wiping his sloppy mouth with the back of his hand as he grins at you cheekily. "so good for me, hm? d'ya want me inside you? wanna go all the way? remember, baby, you can say no." you nod eagerly, desperate to feel the stretch of him inside of your hole. your eyes track down his abdomen to his straining cock in his boxers, and he stops your hand before you can get a hold of him. "this is about you, lovely. i'll be right back," he grins.

koushi returns with a bottle of lube, and he blushes when he finds you on your back with your legs spread for him. "so good for me, y/n". he makes his way over to you, slather some lube onto his fingers, and then onto your puckering hole. "such a cute little hole, hm" you twitch at the comment, whining at your nonchalantly lewd lover. he giggles at your shyness, and rubs the back of your thighs lovingly. "gonna prep you first," he warns, sliding a finger into your tight hole. the feel of your walls clenching around his finger has him groaning and straining against his boxers. "so tight, y/n." he says sweetly, gently rubbing the back of your thighs to encourage you as he slides a second digit in.

you wince at the stretch, letting out a strangled whine. "'m sorry baby, I know it hurts," he whines, watching as your hole swallows his fingers with each thrust. he's mesmerized by you, by your softness and your willingness to trust him with your body in this way. koushi presses gentle kisses to your inner thighs as he continues moving his fingers in you, curling them gently to increase your pleasure. you whine again, feeling the familiar bubblings of an orgasm approaching. your cock twitches slightly at the feeling as your body begins to overheat once more. koushi pauses his movements to add another fingers, stretching you even more in an attempt to simulate his girth. your back arches, and you writhe under the pressure of being stretched so full, and he coos at you lovingly.

"you're close aren't you pretty? good boy," he smiles sweetly, laying his head on your inner thigh as he works his fingers for moments longer before pulling out sliding down his boxers. his cock springs free, pretty and heavy with desire. he hisses as the cool air hits his swollen tip, and your mouth waters at the oozing pre-cum. "baby, it's gonna sting a little," he warned, moving to slide his body between your legs, pressing your legs up slightly into your chest. you nod softly, bracing yourself for the sting of his cock splitting you open.

"three taps, and I'll stop, okay," he studies your face for a response and he sighs sweetly when he sees you nod so cutely. "please," you moan, hips moving up to brush his cock against your ass. he shakes his head softly at you with an adoring smile on his features. koushi coats his cock in lubricant and then your hole once more before lining up with his tip.

he presses in just enough for the tip to stretch your prepped hole, and you inhale sharply, hands moving to clutch his biceps. koushi's head falls back at the warmth, a helpless groan leaving his lips as he stills himself as you get comfortable with the stretch of him. he leans forward, pressing your legs slightly further inward so he can place gentle kisses as your cheeks and forehead. "doing so good, pretty boy," he praises, left hand moving to cup your cheek and smooth it over lovingly with his thumb. you whimper, keening into his touch as he moves his hips further into you, cock stretching you a bit more. you wince, tightening up at the burn of his girth, and he pauses once more, eyes scanning your features for any signs of pain or discomfort. he sees your eyes screwed shut, tears threatening to surface, and he places more reassuring kisses to your cheeks and forehead, praising you once more. you nod, pulling on his shoulders to bring him closer, force him deeper into you.

he grins against the skin of your neck, huffing at your neediness to be full. "such a good baby," he grunts, pressing the rest of his cock into you and you let out a cry at the fullness, back arching into him as your chests meet. he stills himself, groaning at the plushness of your walls, clenching around him as you pant beneath him. "please koushi, please," you beg, and he obliges you with slow, gentle thrusts. he leans his body up, propping it on both arms as he looks down at you sweetly, watching your face contort from sheer pleasure. you whine and moan with each thrust of his swollen tip against your insides, pushing you closer to that fuzzy feeling you'd been teased with earlier. koushi grunts softly with each movement, rolling his hips into you at a skilled pace that has his tip hitting your spot each time.

you strangle out a whimper of the closeness of your release, and he praises you once more for using your words like a good boy and replies that he, too, is close. your walls clench tighter around him as your cock twitches, and he feels himself about to paint your insides, hips colliding with yours at a faster pace that has you seeing stars. without warning, your release comes crashing down like a tidal wave, washing over you as you cum all over your abdomen. with each good boy baby your cock twitches through your orgasm, spurts of white coating your body as you feel the warmth of suga's release coating your insides. he lets out an animalistic grunt with the remnants of his release before he slowly pulls out of you, cum oozing from your stretched hole.

he places a kiss to your inner thighs once more, licking up the cum from your abdomen, before placing a kiss to your lips. "such a good baby, now it's time for a clean up," he smiles as you sigh softly.

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jslittlebirdie · 3 years

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A Lazy Morning

Pairing: Soft!Ledger!Joker x Reader

Summary: Much to your delight, you wake up next to J in the morning. But suddenly your insecurities about your body and appearance make you doubt. J doesn't like that at all, so he tries to make you feel better.

Word count: 1,198

Genre: fluffy comfort / self-insert

Warnings: body insecurities; innuendo at the end of the fic, but nothing explicit

Notes: I started writing this piece a long time ago, but never finished it until now. So it's probably pretty bad. Also, I feel veeeery insecure about my softer characterization of J 😶😶 But maybe someone will like it anyway😅 As always, English is not my first language, so I apologize for any possible mistakes.

You blinked a few times to get used to the brightness of the room and yawned. You could clearly feel the warmth radiating off the man lying next to you. And this certainty that J was still with you made your heart beat faster. Because it was not unusual for him to leave the apartment in the middle of the night to go about his business, as he called it. Or even to stay away for several days, in which case you only heard from him when you turned on the TV and watched the news. You hated it so much!

But this morning was different. He must have been really tired and exhausted that he had decided to stay in bed with you. Everything was quiet around you, except for the gentle murmur of the rain and your calm and steady breathing. Even the loud howling of the engines of the cars racing through the urban canyons could barely be heard. At moments like these, you wished time would just stand still.

You rolled onto your side and immediately lost yourself in a pair of mesmerizing dark brown eyes. J was already awake and you wondered how long he had been staring at you like this.

You looked at him and his beautiful features. His tangled greasy hair framed his face like a curtain, the green gradually fading to reveal a dark blond. He was still wearing his makeup, the colors smeared into each other. You could see his skin where the grease paint had rubbed off onto the bedding. You would have to change the sheets later in the day, but right now you didn't care. You only had eyes for the little freckles on his nose that he always hid so carefully with the white paint. What you wouldn't give to kiss every single one of them. You sighed dreamily. J seemed to be relaxed and calm, a sight you unfortunately got to see far too rarely. You knew about the switchblade under his pillow and the gun on the nightstand, but the very fact that when J was with you he let his guard down to the point that he could relax around you and even sleep without having to be on high alert all the time, filled your entire being with endless love. It was truly one of the greatest proofs of trust and love you could ever get from him.

"Good morning, beautiful," he finally broke the silence in your small cozy bedroom. His voice was raspy from sleep, but the playful yet honest undertone was still clear. A sly smile was tugging at his lips.

You snorted in disbelief, never feeling particularly comfortable in your own skin. Especially in the morning, when your hair was wildly sticking out in all directions, your pajamas were out of place and you hadn't freshened up yet. What was it that J saw in you that he thought was pretty? Why did he stay with you?

Of course, J noticed how the demons in your head were eating away at you. But he said nothing. Actions spoke louder than words. So he put his arms around you like a vice and pulled you close against his warm bare chest. Driven by your doubts and insecurities, you immediately tried to squirm out of his grip. Even though it was exactly what you wanted and longed for. To be held by him. To be loved by him. And J didn't like that at all. Not. One. Bit.

"J, please don't-"

"No, no, no! Don't. Move."

His words left no room for you to retort. Just like there was no escape from his tight embrace. He looked deep into your eyes, searching for any signs that you wanted him to stop. Because unlike your words, the expression of your eyes could never lie to him. But all he could see in them was your intense longing for him.

So J began to carefully run his hands along your sides, gently rubbing and kneading your tense muscles. You immediately stiffened at his touch and sucked in air sharply through clenched teeth, so incredibly insecure and downright ashamed did you feel. When J noticed, he shushed you, muttering sweet nothings that you could barely hear but understand. His hands were all over your body, except for the parts he knew you were particularly sensitive to. And that's when you finally started to feel better. To remember. His closeness and soothing voice calmed you down. The longer he touched you, the closer he pulled you to him, the more relaxed you became. You trusted him. You felt safe and protected with him. You didn't have to pretend and hide from him. But sometimes it was just incredibly hard for you not to forget that. Goosebumps spread where skin met skin. Even though a last small part of your mind - your inner demons - still resisted, you could no longer suppress your soft sighs and moans.

J stopped and licked the scar that was parting his lower lip. A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest as he grinned smugly at your reaction. "That's what I want to hear! There she is, my pretty girl."

You frowned at his remark and opened your mouth to say something back. But he didn't give you the time. Your protest died instantly when he took your face in his hands and his lips touched yours. It was a kiss that took your breath away. A wild and passionate kiss that made teeth clash and his scars rub against your soft cheeks. A sensation that drove you out of your mind. But it was also a kiss so full of unspoken words that didn't have to be said out loud for you to understand. Once you learned to read his love language and pay attention to all the subtle hints, it was hard not to pick up on it. You knew exactly what he was trying to tell you.

You let go of him, gasping for air. "I... love you too. You know that, right?"

He hummed as you reached out for him to stroke his smudged up cheek. Then you dropped down onto your back and pointed to the window against wich the raindrops were gently pattering.

"Does this mean you're staying home today?" Even for you, this was a feeble attempt to persuade him to stay. You knew your clown didn't care about the weather. To spread chaos, it didn't matter if it was raining or the sun was shining. Still, it was worth a try. Because you wanted nothing more than for J to stay with you a little longer.

You watched him, waiting for his answer, and of course he rolled his eyes. But then he straightened up and moved on top of your smaller form, propping himself up on his elbows so his weight wasn't completely on you. He tilted his head down towards you until his lips almost touched the sensitive spot right below your ear. His warm breath washed over your skin and sent a pleasant shiver down your spine as he whispered:

"How could I possibly refuse you, hmm?"

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ayamturd · 3 years

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yourself│awesamdude

summary: love is precious, love is pure; how insecure thoughts and concerns trouble a scared lover, and how to convince one they are deserving of said love

warnings: descriptive insecure + self-deprecating thoughts, slight angst to fluff

pairing: in-game c!awesamdude

a/n: couldn’t stop thinking of this concept, i wouldn’t physically sleep till i wrote it all out lol

pls know you are loved, that you matter and are important. even if it doesn’t feel like, i’ll say now that i do, i love you. i don’t need to know you to know you deserve love, you deserve to know you are amazing for being yourself and for simply trying your best by existing for what it is <3

wc: (2.1k) - m.list

“Why do you love me?”

It was late. Very late.

The sky was pitch black and the forest held nothing but a ringing silence to screen, the brief sounds of woodland creatures along with lurking monsters occasionally breaking through. While the night was alive by the stir of the wind, the world above was obscured beneath the depths of the newly discovered mineshaft.

You were tired, your body aching and sore from the continuous grind along side your lover for the past few hours now. Unbeknownst to you, the early morn had been replaced with the midnight sky, the twists of the cave’s darkness becoming so lost to your sensitive eyes.

While you were resting on a large boulder, Sam’s stamina was relentless as he worked to mine into the next cave tunnel. He was beautiful, to say the least.

The ever so flicker of nearby torches illuminated only the best of his features, his usual mask hanging low around his neck due to the cramped and tight spaces underground. His brows were furrowed, the gentle concentration that pulled onto his face strangely handsome to observe.

His hair, the dark yet notable green shade, was seemingly drenched with sweat. In spite of how dreadful the thought could come across, it only did him wonders when weighing his locks down to frame his face. It curled around his eyes, the sage emerald-color contrasting his light skin tone while emphasizing the dark glisten of his squinted eyes.

Through his intent and determined grunts with every swing of his blade against the course stone, his stance was firm and strong, each strike crumbling beneath him from pure strength and integrity.

Moments like these were random, but reoccurring. Moments where you could stop to stare at him for hours on end, appreciate him for what he was and all that he did, yet question on why he was still here.

Why someone so talented and earnest in his work could even consider you as someone special, someone worth his attention and love to be with.

You spoke before you could stop to process your words and what possible answer he could imagine. Your curiosity got the better of you, and your insecurity blinded your perception. It didn’t seem like he heard you initially, and as you began to take it as a sign to forget the question entirely, his diligent swings stopped and his heavy panting filled the air.

He carelessly rested the large tool on top of his shoulders, twisting only his head in your direction while wiping the salty sting of raining sweat from his eyes.

“Huh?”

“Why do you love me?” you asked again.

Pushing yourself up, you glanced down while fiddling with your pickaxe, the old wrap around its handle fraying ever so lightly despite its lack of consistent use. You’d need to replace it soon.

“I just- it’s hard sometimes, you know? To think why you’ve stayed with me for so long or why you even want to stay with me altogether.”

You suddenly lost all courage, and couldn’t dare look him straight in the eye from your admittance. There was an unfounded trust your relationship, no doubt, but trust can only go far when comparing yourself to others. This was a question of worth, of importance when believing one has nothing special to give to someone who deserves the world.

“Love…”

Shaking your head, you turned away from him to face the arching gem wall, driving your pickaxe into the thick, shimmering stone with a slam before wrapping your arms around yourself. You bit the inner side of your check, loose and anxious thoughts raging wild to come through in the vulnerable space.

Your hands shook in unpredictable expectations, fingers twitching against your pounding chest.

“I know you’re going to dismiss it as some kind of nonsense, ‘insecurity’ thing and honestly, you wouldn’t be wrong. But I can’t help it when you’re you and I’m me.”

The pause that followed was unbearable. Steady breathes pervaded the tense air, and after what felt to be an entirety in harsh, prolonged silence, you heard the shuffles of his feet when cautiously approaching you from behind.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” His tone was serious, yet his voice soft. Like he was cornering a scared and injured animal, he seemed mindful of his volume for your own concern. Another quality to consider: he was too kind than for what you rightfully earned.

There was so much to say, yet so little at the same time. You were at a loss for words on how to explain something so broad and conceptually troubling to see through. How does one explain how little they matter? How meaningless they are in the grand scheme of things to someone that only tries to see the best of them.

Someone that would refuse a truth for the sake of your troubled mentality.

“Well- you know…”

He stood directly behind you now, his radiating warmth encompassing your entire being, leaving you to shudder from the sharp contrast in the freezing underground. Hands hovering your rigid shoulders, he contemplated touching you but decided against it. He dropped his arms to his side with a sigh.

“No, I don’t. What possible reasoning could you have for me not to love you?”

His pleading whisper was left unanswered, your body frozen to the guilt that consumed you from worrying him over your own problematic assumptions. As if he could read you, he began a different approach to break through to you.

“Why do you love me?”

His unexpected question immediately caused you to go in defense. Spinning around, you glared up at him with resistant eyes, the response to trade your unsure gaze with ones that screamed in flipped concern for his own good.

“Don’t do that.”

Sam’s own eyes remained just as hard, the unnatural line from his neutral expression pulling further to create an evident frown. He was just as serious as you.

“I’m serious here. What reasoning do you have to love me? A screw up, that does nothing but hurt others no matter how much I try in opposition to protect.”

Admittedly shaking your head, you unconsciously reached to grab the front of his chest plate, the enchanted armor glowing beneath your bare hands as you forcefully pushed him in disagreement.

You knew what he was referencing to, and how hard the events became for him. No matter if Tommy would never forgive him, he had yet to forgive himself in any reasonable sense.

“You know that’s not true. Mistakes are mistakes that can’t always be avoided or your fault.”

Tilting his head, Sam’s nose scrunched aggressively to your argument with a scowl.

“Can’t it?”

While your face dropped from his jarring snap, he only sighed before bowing his head away, rubbing the back of his head with a tired exhale and dropped shoulders. It was his turn to struggle with his own words as you stared intensely for his explanation.

His voice were soft again, and wavered slightly in the near beginning.

“I’m not perfect, far from it actually. No matter how many times you try and reassure me of the fact, I’ll never truly believe anything there is good to say about me. I only see the worst of myself,” he murmured. Although a majority of his speech could have easily been missed from his airy quiet, your ears were strained and focused solely on him.

As you tried to step closer to comfort him in some way or another, he finished his final thought then, causing you to freeze once more.

“And when that negatively becomes too much, I look to you as my light.”

Sam sheepishly faced you, his bashful grin completely deviating from the conversation at hand. An unexpected heat rushed to your face, causing you fall apart by the mere power behind his words.

He gave an airy chuckle, closing his eyes with a gentle smile and opening to reveal such fragility in all he had to tell, eyes watering from the sight of you.

“You give me more hope than I think I could ever deserve. From your shining smile to the smallest forms of affection, you give me a love irreplaceable by others and unconceivable to consider.”

Biting your lip, your eyes also began to tear from the overly tender conceptions. He knew better than to let your thoughts run wild and interrupt him, so he continued before you could open your mouth in protest.

“I love you, for everything you’ve sacrificed and lost. You are my strength that pulls me through, inspires me to continue even on the hardest of days. You teach me to forgive myself and work through my hardships for a greater objective at play.”

Steadily nearing your emotional state, Sam carefully pulled your hands into his own and caressed your knuckles with his callous thumbs. He squeezed them tightly once, before reaching a singular hand against your cheek, catching the fallen tears that escaped your adoring eyes.

“Even if you unintentionally did, you became that objective to pull me through it all.”

A sob escaped you, and Sam was quick to pull you into his chest. He kissed the top of your head earnestly while resuming to whisper his declaration against your hair.

“I love you and all that you do. Everything that I said now, everything that I know how to express, it does nothing to how much you truly impact by merely existing as yourself.”

“Sam-” you had tried to interject, stop him from tearing you to complete bits as an over sentimental puddle, but he chose to speak over you instead.

“I don’t love you simply because you’ve given so much to me, that you’ve went through notions with my sake as priority. I don’t care for any of that in all honesty. I love you, because you do all that you do as yourself.”

Shudder breathes caused you to shake beneath his firm hold, his only response to pull you inhumanely closer if possible.

“It doesn’t matter why or what pushes you to do what you do, it’s the fact that you exist as yourself, that that beautiful heart of yours goes beyond any and all expectations anyone can conceive of you and never fails to the most of any situation to come.”

“You amaze me, y/n,” he hummed. Pulling you back, he raised a single finger below your chin to lift your face to his. He leaned a near breathes away, with an indescribable admiration that caused more tears to spill.

“Why do I love you?” he re-asked.

His own tears coursed down his dirt stained skin, and you habitually moved to cup both of his cheeks.

“Because you’re able to love me, and not even know the adverse effects you cause to those around you.”

Bringing your forehead to his, he kissed your scrunched nose as he released a small whimper, for he had nothing left to express through words.

“If ever you question yourself again, ask yourself how are you able to love someone like me, and know that that same confounding thought shakes my very core and beats my love-stricken heart for you.”

Bonus:

Pathetic giggles bounced around the gem filled enclosure, the high of work finally wearing you both down into a helpless mess of two exhausted, yet stubborn lovers.

You leaned heavily into Sam’s hold, his own stance faltering from the unexpected weight you gave in as he groaned from the fast movement.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m about ready for some rest, wouldn’t you say?”

Giving out incomprehensible whines smothered into the crook of his arm, you raised a lazy hand to give a subtle thumbs up. Sam laughed loudly, and took your silent gesture as an answer.

“You ready to climb back to the surface then?”

Mellow wails spoke for themselves, and he shook his head in joking disbelief to how drained you easily became.

With you still in his arms, he maneuvered around you to grab both of your pickaxes and gathered resources, them too heavy to physically carry for his next course of action. He pulled out his Enderchest and swiftly packed everything away.

Once everything else was settled, he worked on the actual situation in hand; literally, it being you basically asleep on your feet against his balanced arms.

“Here,” he spoke. Lifting from your waist, he placed you on top of an overgrown gem stone and steadied your footing before quickly turning. He gripped your thighs, and even in your tired state, you instinctively jumped onto his back.

He sighed when adjusting you, before making the trek back up the stair incline.

“To think I choose to love you.”

You yawned loudly, and to his surprise, comprehended his words enough to respond.

“Mmmm, that sounds like a ‘you’ problem.” Head propped between his neck, he glanced down at you with a smirk.

“Maybe, but a problem I welcome nonetheless.”

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Prompt no. 31 from @sweeterthanthis's "Quote me on it" 6k writing challenge! - Suck me, beautiful. - Also sorry for all the repost! - tags problem

Summary || Bucky doesn't like when his things gets touched.

Paring || Biker! Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word count || 4,015

Warning || (18+, content) , degradation, slight dub-con (but not really, reader is willing), p in v, oral receiving , jealous!Bucky, - you have been warned.

Side note || shout out to my bestie @fuckandfluff for beta reading this for me <3

It is hard to miss his eyes, the way they darken just enough to show interest. Dark and shallow like the depths of the deepest canyon – shallow with no sign of life. Sparking in this little game of predator and prey but no one dares to make a move.

Tugging his lip between teeth the moment he catches your glance, smirking as flirty eyes run up and down your body but then back to his friend. His gaze is hot - pure lava that burns the skin, but it feels so, so good.

To have the attention of James Barnes, a man your mother would never approve of and other men cower to. He is beautiful, seafoam blue eyes that accompany strong features, and soft, pink lips to top it off.

You smile shyly, cheeks darkening under the gaze as top off the few coffees on at the bar. Bucky watches at the corner of his peripheral, casually conversing but cannot help but notice the way the man comes behind you, pressing a hand to the small of your back as he joins into the conversation.

Bucky leans forward, listening intensely as the hand slips lower and lower until it cups the curve of your ass. Bucky stands so fast with blurred vision, with one goal in mind; protect his girl’s honor but he watches the way your lips twitch into a polite smile as you throw your head back to laugh, quickly excusing yourself but not before catching the intense, darkening gaze of Bucky.

Two rather large hands grasp your arm, pulling you into the side pantry, located right before the kitchen doors with force.

"Wh-." You don't even get the chance to speak before being pressed against the wall - a heavy weight, chest crushing against your back. Soft, heavy breaths as a hand anchors your hip, pressing you harshly into the metal preparation table. A hand flat against your shoulder and lowers you down until your stomach touches the table, bending you to his will.

"You wanted this, didn't you, pretty girl?" He coos as the curve of his nose runs through your hair, taking a lungful of scent, floral mixed with strawberry shampoo and a hint of grease. You let out an exaggerated squeal as he pushes his hips deeper against your ass to feel the heavy thickness of his aching cock. "Oh, you did."

Calloused but gentle hands grasp your shoulders, running up and down the length of back as he presses a few meaningful kisses to your spine. "Want me to fuck you right here? Mmmm, you dirty girl."

"James, we can’t do this -."

"I'll do whatever I want." He hisses against your skin, "When I want to and there's nothing you can do about it."

Warm, smooth lips press into your shoulder following with a thick line of spit from his hot tongue and nipping teeth.

Nimble fingers dig into the skin of your shoulder, turning you around to face him with a deep scowl. A gentle hand cups your face - angling your eyes to meet his face, fingers soaking the skin of your hairline. He does not move, not breath fanning your face as he just stares.

So beautiful like this, flushed and hair messily forming knots from his hands and a few loose pieces stick to your wet skin. A cool hand against your neck releases a gasp from your lips but he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, nibbling on your bottom lip and molding his body into your own.

It is feverish, the way your hands raise to spread into his hair, feeling his breath hitch. A rough hand pulls at the blouse of your dress, exposing the heavy breast. Bucky presses his lips into your own watching as your eyelashes flutter close and inhale deeply.

"Sweet girl, tell me -." He rubs his harness roughly against you, nipping at the skin of your neck. "Did you like his hands on you?"

A whine gets stuck in your throat as harsh teeth nip at your lip with a growl and in response lean forward to connect the invisible line, but he stops you with the press of his fingers, but you continue to reach forward to split his lips open and slide your tongue in. Eyes tightening with envy, lips long and thinning as a result but it does not stop him from returning it, sliding his tongue against your own with ferocity.

Bucky huffs - hands falling to cup your ass, massaging the fat between his hand with a squeeze. "You're making it hard to stay mad at you."

Buck’s eyes flutter, eyelashes soothing the skin of your breast with a huff. He says for a second, evaluating the situation: his hardness throbbing, pressed between your creamy thighs.

“Buck..” The whine of his name wanting and feral shoots straight to his aching cock.

Fingers cup your chin and grip to watch lip’s part with want, while two metal fingers touch your tongue, sliding along the ridges of it until they reach the back of your throat, gagging around them but Bucky doesn't pull away instead holds them there, a cocky smirk pressing against your cheek with harsh kisses. "You don't get a say, keep your mouth shut, do you understand?"

"Yes, I'm sorr -."

"What are you sorry for? Tell me, sweet girl."

You try to speak but Bucky does not give you the chance, "Say sorry for being a little whore."

"Buck!" Two thick, cold fingers run along the underside of your breast, slow and antagonizing as they trail across the skin of your stomach to the hem of your panties teasingly.

The other hand - still wrapped around your hair pulls tightly, "I told you to say sorry."

"I'm sorry!" You whine and peer up into his eyes with a quivering bottom lip, only to be met with the intense dark gaze.

"For what?"

"Being a little whore." You whine pathetically, "I'm sorry!"

Two large fingers spread over your clothed pussy with a loud whine, pushing your hips into the working digits. "Please, please."

To your surprise Bucky moves closer, sinking to his knees with a few seconds of silence to commit the sight to his memory. Hips lift from the cool table as Bucky clicks his tongue under his breath, lips move agonizingly slow, hands cupping both of her breasts through the fabric of your bra feeling nipples react instantly, hard through the thin material of the shirt.

“I-I..” Tears of frustration, wet eyes, wanting to cry and beg but it would be no use. Not with those cold, daring eyes.

Bucky can't help but stare, the light-colored fabric left little to the imagination, dark hairs shape against it, the wet patching showing just how badly you want him.

With your eyes closed, it is practically sensory overload. Skin on fire, small bee stings follow the warmness of his touch. Ears twitch with heat, breath against the skin of your thighs as lips touch the inner skin. Buck makes sure to take his time, spreading the wetness around the bare mound with his thumb, throat dry and his mouth parting with want.

Eyelashes flutter with a moan, skin flushing pink with chest heaving with deep breaths, grinding your own desperate hips against his hand.

His hand leaves you completely with a loud protest, but it is cut short with a hand against your hip to flip you around onto your stomach, face pressing against the cool metal as the same hand digs into your right hip, dragging them high into the air.

His length is heavy, straining against the back of your thigh. Pressing a kiss to your lower back up to the bare skin of shoulder blades. The swirling and clanking of vibranium plates as a barbarous hand kisses the flesh of your ass, harsh and brutal with every clench of his jaw.

A gentle palm smooths the burning, reddening skin. His other thumb spreading across your clit, whining with the contact. His finger’s hook inside with no warning, filling you to the brink

The two fingers scissor against your walls, coat with her arousal that helps him trust them back into you again until they hit that spongy part that makes you squeal. The instant the sound leaves your lips, your hand cups your mouth to conceal the noise but he only slaps it away with threatening eyes, "I want to hear every single sound, understand?"

You squeeze around him, hips naturally fighting his own trust of his fingers. "You look so fucking good, moaning my name so everyone can hear you."

He groans at the tightness and it instantly sends shivers down his skin, electric shocks down his spine to his dripping cock, pre-cum smearing against the confides of his boxers, a wet patch seeping through the dark, jean material.

Fingers never lead up, filling and entering as soon as they left, over and over again until you feel a sudden snap, a wave of heat that curls inside your stomach, mouth ajar as Bucky quickens the pace, pressing soft kisses to your underthighs, watching his fingers move in and out. Lips sucking softly on the skin, huffing in frustration at his own arousal throbs to replace his fingers, watching as you drip into his fingers down his hand and your thighs.

“Buck!” it’s a warning to make him suck harder; fingers so good it makes you mewl.

“Cum pretty girl, give it to me.”

All it takes is seven words and his finger to milk you through your orgasm. Legs begin to tremble, his heart thumping inside his chest as your walls squeeze his fingers with a cry. "That's it, good girl."

Your chest falls and raises quickly against the table, but Bucky’s fingers do not leave the heat between your thighs. Blind fingers reach behind to palm his hardness, it's so gentle and it’s an experimental touch that makes him groan and heart flutter but he chooses to ignore it and grunt loudly.

He uses this time to look at you, completely soaked, begging for more as your thighs squeeze together.

"Greedy Girl, stop that."

Hands spread across the back of bare thighs, trailing to squeeze a large handful of your cheek. "You look so good like this."

His arms flexes and expands against your thighs again as fingers curl into the softness of them, anchoring himself as lips closing around your clit, suckling softly.

“Buck - wait!” it is a whine of surprise as his tongue flickers against the sensitive bundle and sinks into the gaping hole. His finger’s moving faster, pace increasing with every squeal, scream or sound that’s made.

His tongue does not let up from your clit as his fingers pushed deeper inside, purposely messaging the spot found in the deepest of your pussy, his cock throbbing at the thought of feeling it.

Hips lifting off the table trying to escape his brutal lips, but he does not allow it as his free hand fell to hips, roughly pushing you back down against the cool surface. “Stay.” The vibrations make you cry, begging for more.

Fingers curling in you to collect any juice they possibly could spreading against you as much as he could manage through the way your hips jolt, a soft mumble makes you moan.

The familiar feeling of heat building up and bubbling in your lower abdomen spreading warmth throughout your whole body as he continued to finger fuck you as fast he could. The heavenly sound of wetness dripping to his hand, covering his face and onto the table. “Give it to daddy, princess, I want more."

“I’m -.“ His name is like a prayer on your lips and his only reply is slamming his finger back into as hard as he could, lips puckering against your clit one more time. Eyes rolling back into your head as the delicious swirl of heat ignites deep inside your stomach and he sucks up everything he could manage.

The instant your body slumps, Bucky's fingers grab at your hips and presses a kiss against your lower back as you hear the jingle of his belt, pulling it from the loops before carelessly throwing it across the room.

His sweetness is short-lived as a hand cups your jaw, his chest pressing against your back with a whisper. "On your knees."

The shuffle from the table to the floor is easy, positioning yourself right in front of his crotch, he is hard, head poking through the top of his boxers easily visible from his unbuttoned pants.

"Suck me, beautiful..." Bucky peers down at you, using his digit to run along the line of you jaw - thumb pinching at the pit of your chin. "Open those pretty lips for me."

Despite the burning of your knees in contrast of the hard, tile floor you oblige, mouth parting as the skin of his appendage dips to your tongue, pressing hard on it. His other hand reaches down to pull his pants, along with the black briefs down his legs just enough to release him.

He groans as his eyes never leave your face - over the soft curve of your nose watching as your lips wrap tightly around it and suck.

"You are so sexy.." beautiful, round, doe eyes peer up at him as he wraps his free hand around his cock, tutting his hips into the tightness of his clasped hand.

He tucks his bottom lip between his teeth, pressing the Bulbous head onto your lips. Lips parting to your mouth and stick your tongue out. "Such a good girl. You like sucking cock huh?"

"Yes." Lips closing around the head, sucking slightly but only for a fist to pull at your hair.

"Did I tell you to suck yet?" He snarls, eyes darkening, "Are you that much of a little slut? Or pretending it's his."

The last word he hisses, curling his fingers for he gains the upper hand and feels the knots of your hair fill the gaps between fingers. "I asked you a question, sweets."

"No." The pull that burns your scalp makes you moan in pain, the reply muffled by the heaviness of his cock still lying between open lips. "Not for him, for you."

"Really? Is that why you were letting him touch you, mm?"

"I didn't know - I thought you didn't want to -."

"Didn't want you? While else would I waste my time, mm?" He kisses his teeth with words laced with venom, "Are you that much of a dumb whore to realize?"

He doesn't give you the chance to answer, “Let me tell you what's going to happen, I'm going to fuck you and you're gon’a walk right up to him with my cum running down your thighs and tell him to fuck off, you're not interested, understand beautiful?"

"Yes." With a wanton cry as a wave of heat runs through your body, a soft hand reaching down to cup the softness of your breast. In response clench your tights to create some kind of friction between your throbbing cunt.

"What a dirty girl..." He loves to see the sight, the mess he makes of your big, innocent eyes on the floor of this dirty diner, ready to be fucked like a whore. "Suck it, gorgeous."

The angry bulbous head kisses your lips as a gentle thumb roams over your hairline, "Don't be shy now."

Lips part as Bucky's smell takes over your senses - the smell of soap and chapped, warmed leather as he hits the back of your throat, nose brushing against the dark ringlets of hair. He moans softly biting down on his lower lip as a he pinches the skin of your jaw to lift you head up, "Eyes on me."

Bucky gives a small thrust, just enough to make your eyes water and to fit the rest of his hard-on into your mouth. His fingers clutch the corner of the metal table as a small groan falls from his lips watching as you bring a hand up to cup his balls, not daring to take your eyes away.

"Trying to make up for being a bad girl, huh?" he taunts with a small gasp, but you ignore his teasing and bob your head up and down with precise, slow movements.

He's growing frustrated, face flushing a deep pink color, chewing on his bottom lip but it only gets interrupted by the loud moan every time you bob your head. His fingers burn the base of your skull, throat closing around his cock as you're forced to breath out your nose, but that's even hard as wet tears stain your face and gather above your cupid's bow.

"Enough.." The words are spoken through gritted teeth as if it hurt to mutter, but you don't even get time to think about it before a hand wraps around your arm, lifting you up and muttering, "On the table, hands and knees."

Bucky groans at the sight of you, skirt pulled up to your waist, pussy high with hips in the air for him. A rough hand kneads over the flesh of your ass check, the other one comes up to spank you so hard you cry as tingles of pain mix with pleasure to send goose bumps up your back. Lips coming down to pressing a small kiss against the harsh mark as it welts with pulsing pain, "You look so pretty marked by me, gorgeous girl."

A large hand guides down your back feeling the grooves of your spine against his own fingertips until his hand reached the back of your neck and with one hard grab forces your cheek against the table. Both hands start to knead at your cheeks, brushing over your soaked entrance, a lingering heat trails where his fingers touch, across the back of your thighs, your ass. Whining softly as he speaks, "Something tells me you don't want me here, you would rather it be him."

The click of his tongue tells you he’s disappointed, panic tearing through your throat as his finger moved further from where you need him most, tears of frustration prickling eyes as his hand pushes your head deeper into the table. “No! No – please touch me. I want it, need you so bad.“ With one last crack of your voice words spewing at any effort of some type of relief. "Do whatever you want to me, I'm yours, I'm yours."

The way he tenses and throbs between your ass cheeks is delicious. Not only does he affect you but judging by the way his chest does not dare move, drawing a huff of air at the words. Suddenly there is something soft against your back, a few gentle kisses that make your heart flutter.

Before you know it, Bucky pushes you up the table to make enough room to get onto it himself, kneeling between your thighs. His left leg against your inner knee, spreading you just enough so he can fit. Arching your back against him earns a loud warning - a rumble from his chest. "You take what I give you, understand?"

"Yes, I'm sorry."

He doesn’t give any warning, the act draws your breath away at the sudden feeling of a burning but pleasurable stretching causing a small gasp to fall from your swollen lips. With one callous thrust he splits you open, nudging that spot that makes jump forward but his hand cupping over your deltoid keep you grounded.

Bucky’s finger come behind to tease the bundle of nerves, making your whine as he sinks every inch of his cock until he is nestled so deep it’s hard to breath, it burns so deliciously. Mouth falling agape, cannot even manage to form words so he speaks instead, "So good, baby."

Buck’s hands rest against the swells of your ass, eyes tilting towards the filthy sight of him snuggly pressing into you, testing the waters with one deep, slow thrust. The sound you make is straight up sinful, makes him groan on his own accord as you clench around him.

Hips snap faster watching his cock disappear and reappear into your silky opening over and over again a wave of pleasure tingling his spine every time he hits the spot that makes you dumb. He wants to comment on it but the feelings of you squeezing him with every inch it's impossible to form words, especially the sight of his cock covered in your arousal. His thighs shake until they are numb, his stomach swirling with the familiar feeling building deep inside, body on fire. With every push of his hips, strokes are strong and harsh but hit that spot every. single. time.

The sounds falling from your lips don't help, mixed between pleasure and pain. He loves every second of it, rolling his lips as your pussy drips, smearing his thighs, droplets leaking down your own. His eyes never leave your ass - bouncing against this hips with squeals of his name.

"Shit, gorgeous." It is so sexy, so effortless the way you take him. Back arching pushing him deeper inside of you to hit that spot that makes you cry as a hand rest against the small of back giving him a better angle to fuck you senseless. “Bucky, holy fuck, so goood --."

Small crescents from his nails digging into the flesh of your hip as sweat beads across his forehead and chest, a wave of heat rushing over his body as he grows closer and closer. His thrust growing disorganized and haphazard forming a new pattern that makes your toes girl and he can barely get the words out as his head clouds, "Tell me you want it."

"I want it so bad, Bucky, please, please. Fill me up." It is so sudden, your orgasm hits you blindly with white, searing pleasure that makes small black orbs form in your vision. Bucky chokes at how hard you clench around him but continues to drive his cock deep inside you, milking you for all you have.

With the last of his trust he explodes, his cum lines your walls, filling you to the brink and stuffing you full. There's so much of it, it drips onto the table leaking between the both of you, but he doesn't dare move only peers down at you with those pretty blue eyes.

Sagging into the table and completely spent as a soft hand rubs your hair, fingers lovingly running across your hairline. He presses a kiss to your forehead, one against your cheek before cupping where his lips touched, angling your face to his own to press a soft kiss against your lips. With one last kiss to your nose, he helps put your arms back through the sleeves of your stress, sighing softly against your skin, "You okay?"

"Mmm." You agree, eyes shutting gently but only lean forward to press a kiss to his lips. "I'm yours, Buck."

"Yes, you are, honey." He promises and slides out of you with a hiss but that does not stop his eyes from dipping between your legs, smirking as you instinctually spread them, revealing the beautiful sight of him leaking from you. Two large fingers roam over the hood of your pussy, rubbing the folds before they split you open again. The sound that follows is filthy and he hums in response.

Those same fingers now prod against your lips, parting them open until the salty, blank taste invades your mouth.

"I want you stuffed in every hole, I want you smelling like me before you tell that asshole." You watch wide eyed and blank as he pulls up his pants and tucks himself back in. Pressing one more kiss to your lips before picking the panties off the ground shoving them into his pocket.

"Baby, I need those -."

"You didn't think I was serious huh?" Bucky chuckles darkly, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. "Oh, you're gonna tell him and everyone in this diner is going to know you're mine."

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ohheyitsokay · 3 years

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pairing: Din Djarin (the Mandalorian) x reader

wordcount: 2.2k

warnings: brief mentions of violence and death, extremely tender moments

summary: sometimes in love, the body says more than the mouth does

Also, thanks to @scribbledghost for yelling about this with me until I had coherent ideas! She is, as always, an inspiration

It had been a little over a week when the Mandalorian had decided that you were his.

His what, exactly, he had no idea, but he was more than sure. You belonged to each other.

He liked feeling your back against his as you shot your blasters with precision and intention, liked how you grinned at him while you’d kept shooting as he grabbed you and jet-packed away from the troopers.

He liked the sound of your footsteps when you walked around the Crest, liked that he could tell by them that you already knew where to go. And when you took off your boots, he liked those footsteps, too.

He liked the way your eyes looked as he spoke, the way he could make them dilate just a little as you listened. He liked that when he stepped closer, instinctively, so did you.

There was no reason for him to reflect on it, and really, no time for things like that. It just fit, you and him, protecting the child, against the world.

And so it went.

Until one day, the Mandalorian found himself turning in slow circles at the edge of a smoldering city, ashes still suspended in the air, the forms of families still huddled together disintegrating as their souls returned to the galaxy. Something in him changed.

Always, he wanted you by his side, wanted to protect you but… he had never felt that he could lose you, really, before this moment. Had never known the dangerous thing that was, to love someone and risk that love every moment of every day.

Did you know? Did you know that he loved you so much he feared for you, and yet still selfishly needed you within arms reach?

He wanted you to know.

But maybe you already did? Maybe you saw how he stepped in front of you when the hairs on his neck were raised. Maybe you knew what he meant when he’d taken you to a remote village to lay low, and told you his name under the stars. Maybe he didn’t have to tell you, just had to keep working at showing you that your life being intertwined with his and the child’s was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

He thought about it that day, and every other day for awhile, and again as he followed you through a the thicket of a jungle towards the spot where your quarry lay. There were ways you showed him… something of your own.

You had stuck around, for one. Beyond that you looked after him too, covered for him countless times without even needing to be asked, looked after the child and the ship as though they were your home. And sometimes he would come back and find something he forgot he needed, placed just outside his door, or something fixed before he got around to it. Even better, you were vulnerable with him, in ways he’d never seen you be with others. Your eyes talked to him, when your mouth couldn’t, or wouldn’t, and the tension would slide out of your limbs when you felt him nearby.

You turned towards him, warning him not to step on a strange plant, when a glint appeared over your shoulder. Din was hardly aware he had drawn his blaster before two shots rang through the humid air.

He was facing you, your eyebrows drawn together, mouth pressed into a line, breath still in your lungs as your whole form held still as stone.

You were pointing your blaster over his shoulder, mirroring him.

Somewhere, on either side, two mercenaries fell to the ground with lifeless thuds.

There was a smile on your face, then, and he watched for his favorite moment as you held his gaze – the one where your eyes softened. It came, and you said quietly, without fear, “I love you, Din.”

The air was too thick, then, he almost couldn’t breathe.

“Yeah,” he forced out, half choking on the word, wishing he was functional enough to manage three, or maybe four more. Instead he grasped your neck, his hand engulfing the whole side, and the thumb of his glove twitched over your jaw, almost on your cheek. Your smiled widened, knowing and miraculously content, and the two of you split to collect your prizes from the earth below.

It was awful, sometimes, existing in this universe. Seeing terrible people do horrible things, trying to help and not saving enough lives or changing things in time or being shoved away when he was needed most.

This was one of those times. The Mandalorian had tried to help, tried to be good, he really did. But it wasn’t enough, would never be.

He was a warrior, was raised as the strongest of strong, to look out for his own and slay anyone who tried to stop him. In his warriors arms, you had almost died, and his strength was all but gone as he trembled with triumph and fear as you lay limp against his chest.

The man had not been slayed, but Din had succeeded enough to carry you home, clinging to the warmth that still seeped from your skin. Your chest rose and fell, slowly, slowly, as it had in those quite moments he’d caught you sleeping. He had seen your eyes before they slid closed – you were alive, you would be fine. That moment replayed itself in his mind the whole trip back to the Crest, and for long hours and he cradled you against him, unable to feel his own wounds.

The weight of the day, of the fight and the losses settled on him, heavier by far than that of your person. His blood felt thick under his skin, numbness oozing from the top of his head, down, down, down to the floor.

Finally, he took slow, rattling breaths, and found the strength within him to place you in his bunk. Movements mechanical, he tucked the blankets around you, trying to be gentle but needing you to be warm, safe. Seated next to you, Din took your hand, and lowered his head onto the edge.

He slept, dreaming of plants, pushing through the metal of the ship, growing until they encompassed you both, preserving you like the heroes of old, hands clasped.

When he woke he was as stiff as though it were true, but you were not a legend yet, because you were looking at him. There was a puffiness around your eyes that told him you’d just woken up, but you were sitting, tracing his knuckles with your free hand. Din sat up, too, bones creaking and muscles groaning, but overwhelmed with relief and joy. His blood, so thick before, was now pumping fast at the beauty of you, each beat in his chest feeling like a chant, a prayer.

The heaviness was still there, the weight of the galaxy was looming just outside the ship and he needed you to know he loved you. Needed you to know how badly he had it for you, how thoroughly you completed his life - how when he dreamed of the future, he dreamed of you.

But the thickness of the numbness was taking to long to slide away, it was too slow and before he could think he was fumbling with the side of his chest plate. It was clumsy with only a single hand, but he needed the other to tug yours closer, to push it inside of the armor, pleading silently with you to feel it.

His heart beat for you.

It was hard, leaving his riduur in bed, harder than he’d anticipated.

He knew you would be following him sooner than later, but… Din just wanted to feel you a moment longer, see your skin and hair and eyes in his blankets without a filter for just a little more.

Each piece of cloth was a shroud of mystery, each proud piece of beskar a sharp edge between his soul and the world. That was a good thing, outside this room, but in here, between you, he hated it.

It felt wrong, to cover skin that could be pressed against yours, to create a tough shell that you weren't allowed to pass.

He couldn’t even fully enjoy your adoring eyes as each piece slid into place, building him into the Mandalorian.

You could see his hesitation in his eyes as he held onto his helmet. As always, Din knelt like a knight, and pressed a deep, final kiss onto your mouth, longing in his eyes. A glove stroked your cheek, as gentle as if you were still asleep.

He asked you, then, if you would do something for him. It was a silly thing, to others maybe, but your riduur wouldn’t ask unless he needed it.

You were content to oblige the first few days. It had never occurred to you as a solution, to move your schedule just a bit to rise before he did. It was hard to have him watch you, loving brown eyes and tussled curls and warm skin, but it made sense.

As you pulled on your own gear, you reflected. This solution was good, for him to put up his walls after you’d moved on with the morning, but it didn’t feel quite right. Even still, when he would find you in the cockpit, the fingers of his gloves would hover, his longing rolling off of him like guilt.

A seed of thought planted itself in your mind, and you nurtured it a few days more before it was ready to share with him.

The time had come, as it has every morning, when his touches loosened and his kisses slowed, and he would sigh against your skin, ready to send you off.

As you stood, blankets slipping off your half-bare form, you pulled at him. His face betrayed confusion, and a touch of hurt, and you bent to kiss him, whispering about trust.

When Din rose, it was as though you were dancing, floating around the room to find each piece and helping him put it on. One by one, you explained to him , telling him the words what he needed to hear.

You loved him as Din, vulnerable and trusting and bared for you, but you also loved him as the Mandalorian. Whispers and kisses to the cold metal promised you loved all versions of him, cherished both fighting by his side and sleeping against it. And he watched as you put him together with pride, awe in his eyes.

It wasn’t the first time he said it, but that morning, as your fingers finished the final clasps and you handed him his helmet, Din Djarin told you he loved you.

The first sign that something was very, very wrong, was that Din's footsteps were loud. They echoed through the metal walls of your flying home without real purpose, only anger.

You searched for him as they slowed, of course you did. You had never been properly afraid if the Mandalorian, and indeed, he had never hurt you.

Under the layers his muscles were filled with tension, his heart riddled with self loathing and confusion and guilt. He had never meant the harm he’d caused. It all went wrong so fast. He was just… trying to help.

Eyes glazed over, still clouded with red, his mind was still lightyears away, replaying the smoking scenes again and again. The yelling rang in his ears, his own voice telling them to trust him.

He felt something, something strange and soft, slipping sideways across his chest, settling over his heart. It bypassed the pain, the aches, and the hurt easily, effortlessly carving a path for you to him.

You were there, had pulled off his chest plate as he sat, stewing, pulled away his walls just enough to touch him. He was your riduur, alive, and human.

The numbness was held at bay as he began to thaw under your touch. It had become a wonderful thing, for you to put in his armor in the mornings encouraging his strength with every movement but… the evenings were his favorite part of the day, especially during ones that left harsh, dark marks on his soul.

Fingers careful but quick, you began to undo the pieces. It was quiet- you were always silent, letting him process if he needed to, however he needed to, and the sounds of scrapping fabric and the thuds of metal being gentle placed aside was soothing. You scrubbed the marks off his soul as best as you could, before your movements slowed and you regarded him.

Din’s hands, now bare, brought yours to his helmet, enjoying your gaze through your lashes as you accepted, taking it off. When he kissed you, time slowed to a stop.

He could feel your heartbeat as his skin pressed into yours. On the side of your neck, the insides of your wrists, through your ribs - as fast and steady as his own.

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