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theidiotwhowritesthings · 1 year

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Familiar & Unfamiliar

din djarin x female!reader

warning: attempted sexual assault (not by our boy mando, and i don’t describe it in depth the furthest it goes is non-consensual kissing), light smut, angst then comfort, then fluff fluff fluff, identity theft, mentions of slave trade, canon violence, dom!din trying hard to be sub!din for you, he doesn’t succeed for long

word count: 4,174

Summary: You travel the galaxy with a Mandalorian who is much softer than his impenetrable beskar would lead others to believe. He leaves you with his son to search for a Quarry, but it’s not the Mando you’ve come to know and love who returns to you.

“It shouldn’t take long.” Mando hummed as he collected his gear from his weapon’s storage. You sat cross legged on the Razor Crest’s floor with the child in your lap. His small green hand played with the small, metal ball he seemed to always find. Your hand stroked his ears only stopping to push the ball away from his mouth when he began to try and chew on it. Mando turned around to stare down at you. “Will you be alright here?”

After traveling with the Mandalorian for the last two months, babysitting and completing repairs on the ship, you had finally grown accustomed to the silver beskar covered man. Initially it had been difficult for you to even look at the man for longer than a second⏤ too intimidated by the black t-shape visor that stared back at you. However, joining him had been your only option at the time, an act of self preservation, so you had to push your fear aside. Luckily, you had quickly learned that though the metal he was covered in was impossible to penetrate, the man underneath was as soft as they come.

You learned that the solemn, silent, and dangerous facade Mando wore was more or less an interpretation of what people saw. Yes, he was dangerous. You had seen him wrestle quarries three time his size and come out unscathed, but you had also seen him humming a song under his breath while giving the child a bath. You had seen Mando go out of his way to purchase you a new pair of boots in the market simply because he noticed your discomfort with your current pair. The brief times you felt his touch, a brush against your arm or a hand on your back, it was soft and comforting. His eyes were impossible to see behind his helmet, but you could feel the care in his gaze. Having Mando’s attention on you felt like safety.

Mando called out your name and you blinked in surprise. “Oh, um, yeah! We’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

“I shouldn’t be gone long. Days at most.” He reassured before you could even ask. You stood up and Mando drifted closer⏤ his gloved hand reached out brush the child’s head. Mando chuckled when his son cooed and giggled in response. You heard a long time ago that the best judge of a person’s character was how they treated animals and children. Mando passed that test with flying colors. “You remember the rules?”

“Hmm, no running with scissors?” You joked. Mando tilted his head and you chuckled. “Don’t open the Razor Crest’s ramp for anyone but you, and if I do have to leave for some emergency, get to a crowded spot with plenty of witnesses and talk to no one. Not until you come for us.”

Mando nodded in approval. He gave the child’s head one last pet along the ears and as his hand pulled away you felt his leather covered fingers drag down the length of your bare arm. Heat crept up the back of your neck and you prayed to any deity that was listening that Mando hadn’t heard the hitch in your breath. You were not attracted to your metal armored Mandalorian employer and friend. At least that’s what you kept telling yourself.

Without another word, Mando made his way to the back of the cargo hold. He opened the ramp before heading down and you called out for him to be careful. Mando glanced over his shoulder, at you and the child, and you waved. You stood at the cargo hold’s edge as Mando pressed a button on his gauntlet and the ramp began to rise. As the metal door rose, you stared at the mandalorian’s back until the ramp cut him off from sight.

Din was more distracted than usual and he told himself it wasn’t because of the newest addition to the Razor Crest. It obviously wasn’t because of you. No, he was just busy with all the bounties he was juggling and the stress of trying to find the child’s people. Then the added dilemma of his current quarry. Already he had been on the flesh trader’s trail for three days. Three full days. That was nothing in comparison to past hunts that would take him weeks on end, but Din found his patience wearing very, very thin.

“Are you ready yet, mate?” A voice asked through the closed door.

Din had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. His only lead came from a mercenary who was hunting an Inner Rim politician that had come all the way out here to participate in the slave trade. It was the only access Din would have to get into the market to find his quarry and it came at a cost. Din glanced down at the helmet held in his hands. It was an oddly shaped red thing from Kaleesh culture. His new mercenary partner made it very clear that if he walked in as a Mandalorian everything would be lost. On any normal bounty Din would’ve risked it anyways. There was very little in the galaxy that could coax him out of his armor, leave him bare to the world, but a child in danger did it.

A mother had come to him after he searched for a lead in the local cantina on his first night. She had fallen to her knees in front of him and begged for his help⏤ she offered everything she owned and more in return. Her only child, an eleven year old little girl, had been stolen away from her. Dragged to the flesh market to be sold. Din swore to her that he’d bring her back. On his word as a Mandalorian, she would be reunited with her daughter. He just wasn’t allowed to do it looking like a Mandalorian.

“Seriously, mate, we’re going to be late!” Trigg, the mercenary, barked once more.

Din settled the helmet over his head and shifted uncomfortably. It didn’t fit quite like his real one did, but it was tight enough that he wasn’t worried about it falling off in the heat of battle. For a second, he just stared at himself in the mirror. Red armor of cloth and leather covered every inch of his skin, black gloves pulled on tight, and his oddly shaped helmet covered his face entirely. Din hated it more than anything. But, the sooner he saved the girl and caught his quarry, the sooner he could return to his ship. Return to the child and you.

“I’ll be right out.” Din called back. He settled all his beskar armor pieces into the tarp bag he had borrowed from the child’s mother. It was her home they were using as a base of sorts. Din hid the bag in the closet of the room behind a stack of boxes. It made him anxious to leave his armor behind, but he forced himself to step away and open the door.

Trigg stood in the hall wearing his own personal gear. The blond man had scars from a raking claw on the side of his head leaving those patches with sparse hair. His arms were crossed over his chest and he stared at Din in a mix of annoyance and impatience. “Finally. Did you have to do your hair?”

“It’s you we’re waiting on now.” Din replied dryly as he marched past the man to the door.

The sooner, the better.

Night had fallen for the third night of Mando being gone. It was too soon for you to be worried about him, but a ball of anxiety still sat in your gut. He had been away for longer periods of time before. The longest thus far being three weeks. You were mumbling a soft song under your breath as you rocked the child to sleep. When his eyes drifted close, you carefully set him in the hammock above Mando’s bunk and tucked a blanket around him.

When you were certain that the kid was settled, you drifted toward the fresher to get ready for bed yourself. You wondered what it would take to convince Mando to pick up a bounty on a planet with an ocean soon. Going from the lava plains of Nevarro to the deserts of Tatooine and now this dusty Outer Rim world was bleak. You missed water. You had grown up near a river on your homeworld and spent a decent amount of time there. It wasn’t until you saw dry planet after dry planet that you truly began to appreciate natural bodies of water.

You shrugged out of your clothes, tossing them aside, and slid into a pair of shorts and one of Mando’s shirts. It had been borrowed early on in your travels and now it belonged more to you than it did him. The dark shirt was large enough to cover most of your shorts. You had been in the middle of washing your face when you heard the tell tale sound of the ramp. Quickly, you grabbed a towel and dried your face while rushing out of the fresher.

Mando was walking up the ramp just as you entered the cargo hold and you shot him a smile, “Hey, Mando.” He came to a sudden stop. You glanced around but saw no evidence of a quarry behind or near him. Had they gotten away? “What happened with the quarry?”

The Mandalorian crossed his arms and a nervous energy settled over your skin. The way he stood just seemed…off. And, the silence that surrounded him wasn’t the usual comfortable quiet you had grown used to. Mando’s helmet tilted some, as if his eyes were raking over your form, and you tugged on the bottom of your shirt anxiously. This was an outfit you wore to sleep every night on the Razor Crest, but right now was the first time you felt uncomfortable having it on around Mando.

“Are you⏤Are you injured?” You asked.

Mando strolled closer to you. Another bit of him that wasn’t right⏤ his gait. As you tried to gather your thoughts, he came to a stop right in front of you. Nearly chest to chest. A lump had formed in your throat, mouth dry, and you tried to swallow it down. Being around Mando always made your stomach feel as if it were filled with butterflies, made your heart race out of your chest, made an addicting warmth pool in your core.

That was not how you felt right now.

Your hand reached out, as quickly as you could manage it, and slammed against the lock button of Mando’s bunk. The metal door slid down. It clicked into place, and the Mandalorian in front of you grabbed you by the throat and shoved you back until you slammed into the Razor Crest’s wall. You clawed at the familiar, gloved hand tightening around your throat as a low, unfamiliar chuckle rumbled through the modulator.

“What’s wrong, baby?” A voice that did not belong to your Mandalorian asked. “Aren’t you happy to see me? You were a minute ago.”

“Wh⏤Who⏤” You tried to spit out but you could barely breathe let alone form words.

“I’m your Mandalorian, baby.” The cruel laugh coming out from behind the t-shape visor you found comfort in felt so very wrong. He yanked you off the wall and released your throat. You managed to gasp a single breath of air before he backhanded you across the face hard enough to see stars. You fell to your knees and elbows roughly, a cry of pain leaving your lips, but you struggled to find a weapon of any kind. “That’s right. Crawl away, baby. Run. I’m a Mandalorian who likes to hunt, and now you’re my prey. How’s that sound?”

Your hand found a screwdriver, lying off to the side where you had been working on something under the floorboard earlier, just as he kicked you in the side to flip you over. The imposter knelt on the ground over you and you tried to stab him where only the flight suit sat. Unfortunately, he turned fast enough that the screwdriver struck beskar and did absolutely nothing. He laughed once more as you gave up the attack to try and slip away, but he grabbed your hands by the wrist and pinned you to the ground. The imposter sat on top of your thighs, kneeling over you, and you were forced to stare at your reflection in Mando’s armor.

It would be a bold faced lie for you to say you hadn’t daydreamed about having the beskar armor on top of you⏤ the weight of it pressing into you in every delicious way you could think of. But not like this. Not with a stranger inside of it.

“Who knew the ship came with such a pretty little whore.” The imposter hummed. He shifted your arms so he could pin both your wrists with one hand. With his other, he grasped the bottom of the beskar helmet and pulled it off. The man’s eyes were a piercing blue. Cold and cruel. Blond hair covered his scalp except on the side of his head where the scars of what looked like claw marks sat. He tossed the helmet aside and gave you a sickening grin. “Is that what you’re here for? You keep the Mandalorian’s bed warm? Let him fuck you when he’s done with a hunt?”

“Get the kriff off of me!” You struggled against his grip, against his touch, but nothing seemed to deter him from using his other hand to run over your body. You screamed until you were hoarse and when you cried out for Mando the man sitting on top of you just laughed. Faintly, you could hear frantic tapping behind Mando’s bunk door and fear struck you. Was the child awake? He wouldn’t be able to unlock the door from inside you didn’t think.

It seemed the imposter was too immersed in you to hear the sound.

“How about this,” The man leaned closer into your space, “I get a quick taste of you now, and then, once we’re up and in hyperspace, I’ll fuck you better than your Mando ever could, yeah?”

His lips crashed down on yours roughly. You tried to turn your face away, but the imposter bit down on your lower lip hard enough to draw blood. Between the metallic taste of your blood on your tongue and the smell of his rancid breath you were going to be sick. You gasped in pain and he took advantage by shoving his tongue into your mouth. He pressed his hips down into you, grinding against your stomach now, and the feel of his erection pressing into you made a horrified sob slip form you. It seemed to only spurn him on further. He let go of one of your hands to grasp at the waistband of your pants.

The sound of sprinting footsteps made the imposter sit up and you were barely able to register what was happening when a body dressed in red leather slammed into the beskar covered imposter⏤ both men falling away. Taking advantage of your freedom, you scrambled back as quickly as you could. The stranger dressed in red, wearing an oddly shaped helmet that covered his face, had a hand wrapped around the imposter’s throat while his other fist pounded away at the man’s face. Grunts of anger filled the air with every blow thrown and the imposter fought back only for a moment before his body went slack.

You scrambled away further but your back hit a metal crate sitting in the cargo hold. It shifted slightly and the sound made the stranger sit up and spin around. You gasped⏤panicked. Heart still racing. The imposter laid motionless. His face bruised, broken, and bloody beyond all recognition. You were breathing hard, trying to suck in more air as the air you did get brought no relief. The stranger jumped up, motions smooth and agile, and rushed to you. A cry of fear left you as you tried to pathetically jump up, but his hands wrapped around you. Soft, but firm. A comforting weight.

“It’s me. It’s me. You’re safe, mesh’la.” A familiar voice came out of the unfamiliar mask. The bright red and angry shapes still jarring to look at and you tried to struggle away. He pulled away to rip off his gloves. One hand came to rest on the side of your face, while the other lifted the red helmet just enough to reveal a jaw covered in dark scruff and lips. “Listen to me, mesh’la. You’re safe. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It’s me. I’m here.”

You were still shaking, your entire body threatening to tremble into pieces, but your breaths were beginning to grow controlled. The warm hand on your face was grounding. It was familiar. You couldn't see the man’s eyes, but you could feel his soft gaze. Safe. You felt safe.

“M⏤Mando?” You gasped.

“Yes.” He nodded. “I’m here, mesh’la. You’re safe now.”

You broke into an uncontrollable sob, unable to bite it back, and Mando didn’t hesitate to pull you into his arms. The coarse, red armor you buried your face into felt unfamiliar, but the strong arms that wrapped around you felt right.

For the first time, Din felt uncomfortable in his helmet. It smelled of the spice that Trigg disgustingly chewed on. He couldn’t even bring himself to pull his armor on. It left him in a pair of plain sweats and shirt. After setting you in his bunk, the child curled into your side, he had stripped the mercenary out of his beskar and thrown the piece of shit into the carbonite freezer.

The job had gone so well then so bad. Din found the young Rodian child and killed his quarry. He’d only get half the bounty with the flesh trader dead, but something was better than nothing. The moment he returned the girl to her mother his heart had stopped when he realized his armor was missing. Din had sprinted to the Razor Crest, faster than he had ever run, and still he hadn’t come soon enough.

Din stepped out of the fresher. The Razor Crest was in hyperspace and the cargo hold was dark. The only light spilling from the open door behind him. The sound of whimpering filled the otherwise silent space around him. Din hurried to the bunk to see you tossing and turning. He scooped the child up and set him in the hammock before crawling in to try and calm you.

He called out your name, bare hands on your shoulders, and when your eyes snapped open, thanks to his visor, he could see clearly the way panic and fear filled them. You screamed and began to swing at him. His helmet. It was his helmet. Without thinking, Din ripped his helmet off and threw it out of the bunk. Din pulled you into his arms again, pressing your face to his shoulder, and whispered reassurances.

“It’s me, Mesh’la. It’s me. I’m sorry. I was wearing the helmet. You’re safe, I promise.”

“Mando?” You breathed. He buried his hand in your hair and pulled you tighter into his chest. As if the two of you weren’t already tangled together in the small confines of his bunk. “I’m sorry I hit you⏤”

“It didn’t hurt. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I left you alone. I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner.” Din didn’t know which emotion waged in him the most⏤ guilt or anger. They were neck and neck. You took in a deep shaky breath and your hot breath on his neck made him sigh in relief. You were safe in his arms. Din rubbed your back and the question fell out before he could hold it back. “Did he… Mesh’la, did⏤”

“No.” You whispered. “You got here just in time.”

Din could feel tears soaking into his shirt. When the tears stopped, Din coaxed you out of the bunk and onto the cargo hold floor. He grabbed a first aid kit and rushed back so you weren’t left alone for too long. The only light still came from the open door of the fresher and he sat so his back was to it. The dim light illuminated your features and it was like a spotlight to the injuries you sported. He had told you that you could open your eyes. With the way you sat, it’d be too dim for you to see his face, but you said you didn’t want to risk it.

He let his fingers trace the forming bruise surrounding your right eye. It trailed down to brush against the torn skin of your lower lip. Dank farrik. That kriffing fucker had bit you. He could see the outline of teeth. Din’s jaw clenched. He grabbed a bit of bacta and rubbed it gently into the forming bruise. He was going to do the same for your lower lip when you stopped him.

“Did I hurt you?” He blurted.

“No, no. Not that.” You mumbled. “Can I… Can I ask you for a favor?”

“Anything, mesh’la. Anything.”

“Can you kiss me?” You asked. Din was certain he had misheard you. It was why he sat in silence. He was trying to puzzle out what it was you had actually said. You spoke again, nervous, “You don’t have to. I⏤I…”

“You want me to…kiss you?”

You nodded. Eyes still closed lightly. “I know it’s dumb. It⏤ I just don’t want to feel his lips anymore. I don’t want the taste of him on me.”

“That’s not dumb, mesh’la.”

Din settled one of his hands on the side of your face. His thumb caressed the soft skin of your cheek. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Din began to lean in. He didn’t want to startle you. He wanted to give you every opportunity to pull away if you needed to. Din would be lying to himself, again, if he said he hadn’t imagined the way your lips would feel on him. But not like this. He hated that these were the circumstances, but there wasn’t a single thing Din wouldn’t do for you if you asked.

His nose brushed against yours. Din was close enough that he could feel your lips part. He waited one second more before pressing his lips softly against yours. One of your hands lifted to tangle in his hair and a simple gesture shouldn’t make him feel so hot under his skin. The kiss was slow and tender. Din was terrified to press too hard and bring you pain. The injury to your lower lip still so fresh. And after what you had just suffered through, he wanted you to have all the control. If you needed to use him to rid yourself of that nightmare, to erase the memory that bastard left on your lips, then he would.

Your tongue brushed against his lower lip, tracing it, and he parted his lips for you giving you room to explore him. Maker, the taste of you was so sweet. It took every single ounce of Din’s self control to not deepen the moment even further. The kiss grew almost frantic. A hand in his hair and another at the back of his neck to pull him into you. You pulled back just enough to suck in a sharp breath before your lips was back on his and Din lost his battle for self control.

He wrapped his other arm around your waist and pulled you into his lap. Din was caught off guard when you pushed down to press yourself against his already hard cock, but it was a welcome surprise. He grabbed your hips, hands tightening into the soft skin there, and grinded into you. You moaned into his mouth and Din pulled away briefly so he could press open mouth kisses along your jaw then down your neck until he reached your shoulder. Thoughtlessly, he bit down, wanting to leave evidence of himself on you, and you let out a sharp gasp while grinding into him again. Din ran his tongue against the bite soothingly.

Din’s hands slipped under your shirt and he desperately let his lips find yours once more. His tongue slipped past your lips, but then he tasted it. The sharp, metallic tang of blood. Din pulled back quickly realizing his plan to let you run the show had gone to shit. Both of you were breathless.

“Are you okay, mesh’la??” He pulled one hand away from your hip to touch your face. His thumb brushed against your lower lip and in the dim light he could see the tint of red.

“Thank you.” You breathed. You leaned forward, pressing a chaste kiss that missed and only landed on the corner of his lips. Then you leaned your head on his shoulder and just took slow breaths. Din let his knuckles drag up and down your spine. He could feel your entire body going limp as you melted into his hold. You mumbled, “Thank you, Mando.”

“Din.” He replied, but he didn’t know if you had already fallen asleep or not. “Call me Din.”

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starstruckmiraclekitty · 1 year

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What's Your Favorite Color?

Simon Riley x Reader

Synopsis: After mutual feelings were discovered, you are invited back to Simon's room for some tea.

This is kind of a part 2 to Words of Wisdom, but it can be read on it's own!!

Warnings: SMUT!!! Pure smut, p in v sex, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, creampie. MDNI!!!!!!!!!

A/N: I have some requests I am working on, but as always feel free to send some my way! Thanks for all the support guys! :)

"What’s your favorite color?” You asked as you moved to sit cross-legged on Simon’s bed, taking a sip from the tea he had just made for the two of you.

“I just kissed you, and invited you to my room to drink tea, and that’s the first thing you ask me?” Simon's brows raised slightly, and a smirk started to form on his face.

“What should I be asking you? What’s your shoe size?” You joked, swatting him on the arm playfully.

“Sometimes I do wonder what goes on in that head of yours.” He moved just in time to dodge the second swat from you.

“Right now, I’m just thinking that I’d like to kiss you again.” You admitted meekly, tucking a loose hair behind your ear.

“What about the tea?” He replied, his smirk growing.

“Screw the tea.” You set yours and his tea on his night stand, and threw yourself into him, placing your lips on his.

“I take my tea very seriously, love.” He deadpanned, pulling away to nip at your chin.

Rolling your eyes, you pulled him down so he was laying over the top of you on his bed. Leaning up to kiss him again, you threaded your fingers through his hair, and pushed down lightly to pull his face closer to yours. Simon groaned at the action, and his hands wandered to lay on your waist giving it a firm squeeze. He let his tongue swipe your bottom lip, and you opened your mouth to allow him access. His tongue slid over yours, massaging the muscle before exploring the rest of your mouth.

You pulled on his hair, pulling Simon away so you could place a kiss on his Adam's apple. You traced your lips along the side of his neck, nipping at the skin lightly before smoothing your tongue over the skin. You looked at the small bits of purple that were starting to form on his neck and grinned.

“You’re lucky I can cover these up.” He said looking down at you. The smirk on his face had vanished, and was replaced with something darker.

“Lucky am I? Why’s that? Maybe I wanted people to see those marks.” You chided, leaning back up to kiss him.

“You want marks to show off? I can give you that.” Simon dipped his head down and nipped harshly at your exposed collarbone, licking tantalizingly slow across the broken blood vessels. You moaned at the contact as you returned your hands to his hair and gave it a firm tug.

“Y/N, love. Look at me.” Simon put his finger under your chin to lift your gaze to him. “I don’t want you to feel pressured for this. I need to know this is what you want.”

“Simon, I already told you I have wanted you for years. I think we’ve both waited long enough for this.” You breathed, looking deeply into his dark eyes.

This was all the confirmation he needed, and he met your lips with a new ferocity. The kiss was a clash of teeth and tongue as the two of you tried to pull one another impossibly close.

He returned his lips back to your collarbone, leaving softer bites as he trailed down your shoulder. He lifted you up slightly so that he could remove your shirt. Moving his hands to cup at your breasts through your bra, he kissed the divet between them before shoving his head in between them, licking up and down at the skin there. He reached behind your back and unclasped your bra, freeing your breasts.

“God, you are so fucking beautiful.” He murmured, throwing your bra to a corner of his room. He dove back in, latching his mouth back onto your hard nipple, swirling his tongue around the bud, while massaging the other breast. You moaned loudly, and arched your back to push yourself closer to him. He moved to the other breast, continuing the same mouth movements as he had on the other.

You felt yourself growing impossibly wet, and started to whine softly as he moved his mouth slowly down your body. He practically ripped your pants off, and wasted no time in removing your panties either. Looking up at you, the smirk from earlier had returned, before he dove in between your legs. Light kisses were placed on the insides of your thighs, and he moved his face to line up with your heat. He blew air on your cunt, and you couldn’t help the whine that emitted from your lips.

“Simon, please.” you cried out, throwing your head back onto the pillows.

“Please, what? Use your words.” He teased, continuing to blow air on your most sensitive region.

“God please, please put your mouth on me.” You begged, moving your hands back to his hair and tugging harshly.

“Good girl.” He immediately latched his mouth on your clit, and sucked. You moaned his name loudly, and tugged harder on his hair earning a growl from him. He stretched his tongue out, and flicked it back and forth on your bud at a brutal pace. Sensing you were enjoying yourself, he moved his tongue down further, and lapped as much of your juices as he could.

“God you taste fucking amazing.” He mumbled as he stuck his tongue in your entrance.

To say you were a mess was an understatement. He was tongue fucking you to oblivion, and all you could do was grind your wet pussy against his face. Simon, clearly enjoying your movements, decided to add to your pleasure by adding one of his fingers into your hole, while moving his mouth back to your clit.

His finger went at a deliciously slow pace, his fingering, mixed with the ministrations of his tongue, had you seeing stars. The sounds that were coming from his mouth were obscene, and you were clearly more wet than you had thought as each time his finger moved in and out of your pussy, the quelching was all that could be heard.

“Be a good girl and cum in my mouth, yeah?” He asked, moving his mouth to lick up and down the entirety of your heat.You nearly came right there at his words, and moved to grind your pussy even harder against his face. He stuck his tongue back out to flick against your bud as fast as he could, and added a second finger. You felt the coil in your belly snap, your thighs squeezing around his head and you silently screamed, as your first orgasm ripped through you.

He laid between your legs for a few moments after your high, licking up all you had to offer him. As he pulled away he wiped your mess off his face, a smile growing on his lips. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that to you.”

It took a moment for you to catch your breath, and when you did, you pushed Simon down so he was lying on his back. Climbing over him, you got to work undressing him. Once his shirt was off, you looked at his chiseled abs, admiring his body. Scars had littered his skin, and you bent down to run your tongue on each one you could find. You could hear his breath hitch as you got closer to the waistband of his bands, and in one solid stroke, they were off.

Seeing the outline of his cock in his boxers, you grew excited. He was bigger than you had expected, which shouldn’t have been surprising to you. You turned your eyes to him with a sultry look, as you slowly peeled off his boxers freeing his cock.

“God you’re so gorgeous Simon.” You cooed, as you dipped your head down to place a kiss on his shaft. Closing your eyes, you grabbed him in your hand and moved to lower your mouth on him, tongue swirling at the precum on his tip.

“Fucking shit.” He growled, his hands coming to tangle in your hair.

You smiled around his cock, and started to bob your head up and down, while running your tongue alongside his shaft. You could fit the majority of him in your mouth, gagging slightly when his tip hit the back of your throat. You continued to deep throat him best you could, while you moved your hands to cup his balls and massage slowly.

“Oh my go-god. Y/N.” He moaned, as he pushed your head down slightly for you to take more of him in your mouth.

Growing rather confident at how much of a mess you were making of him, you quickened your face, bobbing your head up and down, and allowing the tip of his cock to hit the back of your throat each time.You moved your hand to his shaft to cover what you couldnt with your mouth and continued to run your tongue along his shaft with each up and down motion of your mouth.

Simon’s breathing started to quicken, and you could tell he was close. “I’m gonna c-cum.” He groaned, before his dick pulsed in your mouth, painting the back of your throat with ropes of cum.

Pulling yourself away from his cock, you made eye contact with him as you swallowed, and licked your lips. You gave him a devious smile, which in reply he grabbed your waist and threw you back down underneath him.

“You are a fucking minx, do you know that?”

“Only for you, sir.”

He laughed at that, before bending down to kiss you again. Resting his forehead against yours he kissed your cheek softly as he felt in between you to line himself up with your entrance.

“Let me know if you want to stop.” He looked at you with a serious expression, and you nodded moving up to place your lips on his again.

He pushed his hips forward, and slowly entered you. The two of you moaned loudly, and Simon rested his forehead against yours once more. The stretch was unbearable at first, the burning almost too much for you, as it felt like he was splitting you open.

“Oh my god.” You cried out, your breathing became fast. As the initial pain subsided, you looked to Simon and nodded, giving him the okay to move.

He pushed all the way in, before pulling back out completley. You looked at him and were about to make a comment before he smirked, and thrusted back into you fully, filling you completely. You gasped and your arms flew around his back, nails digging into his shoulder blades.

He started at a slow pace, and looked down in between the two of you to see your pussy swallowing his length whole. He grew addicted to the sight and slowly started to pick up the pace, never taking his eyes away, until he heard a squeak come from you.

Wanting a deeper angle, he lifted your legs, and pushed them as far as he could toward you. Simon nearly came at the sight of the bulge that was now evident in your stomach from him.

His pace quickened, and all that could be heard was the slap of skin against skin, and the wetness of your pussy.

His pace was brutal. The sounds of your moans filled the room, and you could hardly catch your breath. It seemed there was no end to Simon's stamina as he relentlessly pounded into you.

“S-Simon, let me ride y-you please.” You begged, placing your hands against his chest. When he stopped his movements, you moved to flip the two of you around, and sank down on his cock.

“Fuck, I could die in this moment and be the happiest I’ve ever been” He groaned, throwing his head back on the pillows.

Smiling to yourself, you began to move your hips slowly, teasing him. He reached up to grab one of your nipples and pinched it hard. You squealed at the motion and started to bounce up and down on his cock. Trying to get a better angle, you leaned back slightly and laid your hands on his thighs behind you. Simon moved his hand to your heat, and he used the pad of his thumb to circle your clit. You moaned loudly, and your hand flew to one of your breasts to play with the flesh there.

The sight was glorious for Simon, watching you ride him, while your tits bounced, he was so close to his second orgasm. He leaned up and pulled you close to him, shoving his face into your tits while running his hands alongside your back.

“Fuck baby, I’m almost there cum with me.” He begged, thrusting his hips up to meet yours.

You cried out as his cock hit just the right angle, and your second orgasm of the night hit you. His grip on your back tightened, as your pussy squeezed him just hard enough to trigger his own high. He groaned loudly as his cock pulsed inside you, painting the inside of your walls with his cum.

The two of you sat like that for a while, breathless and staring into each other's eyes. A small smile formed on his face as he leaned forward to place his lips on yours. “Hate that I could’ve had you for years now. I was a fool to not say anything sooner.” He admitted, kissing your nose.

“Makes two of us, but we are here now.” You moved your hand to stroke his cheek softly.

“That we are. Let me go get something to clean us up, yeah?” He stood, placing you back on the bed as he went to go get a cloth to clean you.

Later that night after another round of tea, you felt yourself growing tired. You moved to go grab your shirt, to which Simon batted your hand away. “None of that, you’re staying here tonight.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to overstep.” You said sheepishly. You were worried that Simon may have not wanted you to spend the night. This was so new for the both of you, and you were worried about doing something to push Simon away.

“Think we are past that, love. You’re mine now. Now get back in that bed, and let’s get some sleep, yeah?”

As you laid in bed with you being held close to Simon, he was stroking your hair softly. You could feel yourself drifting off to sleep before you heard him mutter, “Green”

“Sorry?”

“My favorite color, it’s green.”

You bit back a smile before placing a light kiss on the hand that was wrapped around you.

The two of you had gotten the best sleep that night that either of you had gotten in years.

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A/N: Second time writing smut so still trying to figure out my writing. Hopefully you guys enjoyed this!!! :)

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rexxdjarin · 3 months

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A Twisted Fantasy

Commander Wolffe x F!Reader One Shot

Summary: Wolffe is a little (a lot) pent up and he knows only one way to truly unwind until he can get home to you. Word Count: 2k Chapter Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ RATING, dom!Wolffe (is there any other kind lol?), p in v sex, light bdsm themes and spanking, male masturbation reference Notes: I was inspired by our boy finally posting tf up in the trailer🤍 crossposted on ao3

My head is fucking pounding.

Wolffe thought.

Probably atmospheric changes bothering my eye again.

As their transport hurtled through hyperspace back home to the Triple Zero, he was truly just thankful to be on solid ground and in breathable air. On extended tours like this, Wolffe was always on edge and testy. He missed the comforts of his barracks back home. He missed nights off at 79s with his brothers. Most of all, he missed her.

It had been so long he could barely detect the scent of her on the panties he kept from his last time with her. So many long rotations of burying his nose in them hoping they’d help him get off. Though, it was less and less satisfying the more he messed with them. With his mission completed and his squad probably recharging in the mess, he probably had time to ease his tension the best way he knew how.

Wolffe switched off the nav he was only casually following their course on and stood up. He glanced around the room only finding it filled with the men who should be on duty tonight. With a curt nod, he turned on his boot heel and left the room.

Tension pricked up his spine as the anticipation built up for his favorite night time activity. Well second-favorite. He reasoned with himself. As he marched down the hall toward his quarters, he scowled the way he always did when he needed to signal to his men to leave him be. The few he did see as he passed by clearly got the message, as they did nothing more than salute formally and go about their business.

Good. He could only wait so long to take the edge off.

His fists clenched so hard that his knuckles cracked beneath his gloves as the thought of her seeped deeper into his mind. How she blinks up at him like a tempting little vulptex when she wants him. The soft petal colored lips he can kiss whenever he wants to quiet her bold mouth. The wafting floral scent that drenches him in her for rotations afterwards. He fucking needed her.

He shook himself from his daydreaming as he approached his quarters. Urgently he entered his chaincode and stepped inside, sealing it shut behind him. He let his shoulders sag and tipped his head back, sighing dramatically at the relief flooding him already. In a flash, he set his helmet on his equipment crate and shucked the rest of his armor onto the floor beside it, stripping himself down to his black bodyglove.

His muscles screamed with overuse and the ache behind his eyes became even more noticeable without the excess weight of his helmet on his head. He eased himself down into bed and slumped into his pillow. The rest was soothing, even on the shitty excuse for a mattress they were all given. In a few moments, he was finally comfortable again.

Although, as the post-mission tension he had been feeling subsided, the overwhelming urge of sexual frustration rose to take its place. His body had already decided this was impossible to ignore, his cock hardening between his legs with every second that passed. The dull ache gave way to the familiar loaded throb that he’d come to welcome in his adulthood. It grounded him and gave him something to look forward to when he returned from a mission.

He sighed with satisfaction as he peeled down the waistband of his bottoms and let his now uncomfortably stiff cock fly up. He let out a huff, wrapping his hand around the base and giving it the gentlest tug to get himself started. The mission, the stress, the pain all melted away as he began a slow rhythm he liked.

His mind wandered and thoughts of her poured in, like they always did. One dirty little thought in particular began forming. He couldn’t remember if he had dreamed this once before or if it really happened, but it excited him either way…

Her body splayed out on his dark gray sheets, the fabric pooling around her waist and hiding just enough of her breasts to keep things entertaining. He always loved how she looked from behind for obvious reasons, but from this vantage point above her he felt powerful. She looked so unsuspecting and helpless, like prey just waiting to be pounced on.

His cock twitched and bounced with excitement from above her, knowing mere moments from now he’d get to fill her up with it. She looked back at him almost in desperation, her eyes begging him more than her words ever could.

Wolffe chuckled sadistically, slowly easing himself down to press his chest to her back. She keened for him, her back arching to brush skin to skin the way she craved. She turned her face hoping he would give her the mercy of a few fervent kisses, but not tonight. He couldn’t. His cock was throbbing so hard it hurt.

He leaned closer, pressing featherlight kisses up her shoulder blade to the side of her neck. Grunting and swearing as he let his hips grind against her ass. She felt so good against him, her skin so soft and warm receiving him as he brushed himself against her lewdly. Teasing himself was torturous, but he enjoyed a little of that now and again. Certainly drove her crazy though.

Each roll of his hips brushed hers deeper into the mattress beneath her and massaged her clit perfectly. The sound of her gasping and whimpering for more only made him want to go faster. Her hands reached back to grip into his curls and the tugging at his scalp made heat course down Wolffe’s spine like nothing else.

Fuck. He swore, countering with a love bite in the crook of her neck that everyone would see in the morning. She moaned and pulled tighter making his skin erupt in goosebumps at both the sensation and the sound of her pleasure. She trembled beneath his weight, probably already close to cumming from the friction alone. She was like that when he was gone for a long time, anything he did made her insatiable and it made the sex unreal.

He suckled deep hickies into the thin skin around her jaw and teased her mercilessly as she moaned pitifully for him. He didn’t care. He was impatient and in control and he needed her wet, so she could take all of him easily. He rutted his hips between her cheeks over and over again, holding his hands around her ribcage to hold her steady beneath him.

Wolffe kissed up to her ear, his hands slotting into the dip of her waist to hold her as he slowed his grinding. “Are you ready to take me, darling?” he muttered softly, grazing the shell of her ear with his teeth. “I won’t be gentle, but I can’t wait anymore.”

She mewled pathetically, “I’m ready. I need you. Please, Wolffe.” The sound of his name in her little desperate moan made him snap. With a kiss to her shoulder, he lifted himself back over her and spread her thighs apart. Sticky warmth coated her inner thighs and he groaned as he slid his length through it with ease.

His eyes fluttered as he prodded at her entrance, the head slipping through and splitting her open as he followed through. Wolffe hissed, her heat searing pleasure through him instantly. He snapped a few shallow thrusts to part her walls around him and she cried out moans that would keep Wolffe stimulated for years.

As her walls enveloped him, he started his grueling rhythm, his hips plowing into her as deep and as hard as he could. He growled in satisfaction, the burning heat swelling in his lower belly sending him into a frenzy. “You take me so fucking good.” He capped his compliment with a swift smack to her ass.

She swallowed her cries, curling her fingers into his sheets and nodding vigorously. “Always, Sir. Always.” She raised her hips, giving him a better angle, which he took immediate advantage of. He wrapped both his large hands around the small of her waist for better leverage and shoved himself deeper inside her.

“Awwh, that’s a good girl.” He gritted his teeth, her grip on him tightening markedly at his claim. “So fucking tight I can barely move. You missed me, haven’t you? Need me to come home and open you up just like this.” He laughed, letting his strokes shorten as he rocked into her a little harder.

“Mhm. It’s not the…same…without you, Sir.” she muttered, turning to scream into the mattress as he sped up. Wolffe shifted to curl his hands into the nape of her neck and turned her head away from the muffling covers of his barracks bed.

“Ah ah, let them all hear you say that, darling.” He curled his hand into her hair and twisted it around his wrist, pulling just enough to feel good. “Give me a little something to be proud of.” he huffed, the exertion admittedly starting to get to him too. His skin was boiling hot, a sheen of sweat coating his entire body as he slipped against hers. Her ass bounced against him, slapping against his thighs as he pounded her into the mattress beneath them.

“Fuck me, Wolffe.” she begged, her hands frantically searching for grip as he hit a spot inside her that made her scramble. “Right there, again. Harder…I can take it, Commander.” she baited him, rolling her hips back into him.

Wolffe dropped down to rest on his forearms and let himself press his body into hers. She writhed beneath him as his cock speared into her at a lower angle. Her walls fluttered around him and Wolffe knew from experience she wouldn’t last much longer. He groaned lowly as his own orgasm began creeping up on him too.

He bit down on her shoulder and let his hips drive as fast and deep as he could manage. “Know just how you like it, filthy girl. Fast and rough. Let me do whatever I want to you…” he grunted between exerted exhales as he kept up his pace. Her moans got breathier and she nodded in agreement. “Let me ruin this little cunt for anyone else but me.”

She cried out a pitiful “Yes.” Wolffe felt her muscles beginning to tense and her walls collapsing around him. His throbbing cock was suffocating inside her and he shuddered as pleasure began its slow trickle down the length of his own body. He could no longer control the snapping of his hips, the air in his lungs or the strength of his bruising grip on her perfect body.

His ears filled with the delightful repetitive “Yes, yes….yes, Wolffe…fuck, yes.” Her soft curves and sweat-slick skin pressed against his, her walls trapping his cock in her warmth, her face frozen in permanent ecstasy as the high crashed into her. He pressed his forehead into her shoulder and pulled her hips into his as he locked in, shuddering from head to toe as the crest of his own orgasm dragged him under.

His groans died in his throat as he emptied each spurt of pleasure inside her. He lost count of how many times he shot molten hot ribbons into her heat. He panted, the overwhelming pleasure leaving him so delightfully and completely spent. He collapsed on top of her, rolling them both over to cuddle her close while he regained his ability to breathe.

Wolffe let his large palm rest on the soft plush of her lower belly, just over where he’d filled her completely full of him. She was already asleep, far too tired to stay conscious after something as intense as they usually were together. He’d hold her close and keep her safe, even if she wasn’t awake to experience it, for as long as she needed him…

He blinked away the haze of orgasm and came to with a mess on his hands. With the headache and all the tension completely gone, the pull of sleep was inevitable, finally. He cleaned himself off and laid back into bed, knowing that by the time he woke up in 0600 hours he could make that fantasy a reality all over again.

notes: hi I love him your honor I will probably add taglist and upload to ao3 later but I just wanted to get this posted bc im excited about it.

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Antidote💊 - Angel Dust x Powerful Reader Part 2

⚠️Warning- This story contains mentions of violence/sexual themes, so skip the parts if they make you very uncomfortable. Story will get a bit steamy towards the end ⚠️

"ENOUGH!!" A loud voice boomed from behind the two. Valentino jumped and glared past his shoulder, finding you standing there, glaring with immense rage. Angel looked on you in shock, wondering how the heck you got in here. Valentino let go of Angel's neck, causing him to sink to the floor, gasping for breath. "How the flying f✪✪✪ did you get in here?!" Valentino sneered at you, standing up to his full height. Trying to suck in a breath, Angel stared at you, eyes watering from the tears. He extended his hand out to you. "Y-Y/N! Its okay. Get outta here!" Begging you with his voice, he didn't want you to suffer at the hands of his boss. Stepping closer to Valentino, you glared into his eyes, icy blue irises flaming with anger. "Angel is coming with me right now!" Guffawing with laughter, Valentino bent over holding his stomach, amused at your words. "Oh this is priceless. You seem not to know who you are messing with, little b✪✪✪✪?" Raising an eyebrow at him, you gave an evil chuckle: "Let me show you exactly who I am."

A cool breeze began to blow through the whole room, shocking Valentino as he was wondering what the hell was going on. Icicles began to arise from the area where you stood, traveling across the room and towards the ceiling. The air turned cold, deadly, even taking in a breath felt like a stab in the throat. Valentino was in utter disbelief at your show of power. Blue ice began to appear on your hands, morphing into frozen claws. The color of your hair turned snow-white, and your once brown eyes, began to glow an ominous cerulean blue. Angel wrapped his arms around himself, trying to cover himself from the coldness, while staring at you in utter shock. An evil smile emerged from your face, almost as demonic as Alastors during his transformations, as you walked slowly, like a predator stalking its prey, towards Valentino. "Figured out who I am yet?" Cocking your head at Valentino, you stared up at him, amused at his reactions. Dread emerged from his eyes, as Valentino realized you were not to mess with, but his tendencies got the better of him and he moved to strike. In a split second, he was pinned against the wall, shards of ice impaling his wing. Attempting to break free was impossible, your shards were too strong. "HAHA its amazing how many people try that and fail!" Your feet carried you over to the pinned moth, enjoying his struggle. "Who the hell are you?!" he screamed out, trying to remove himself from his position. "I am the overlord, Morana! Still surprised you haven't caught that by now, but you are a dumba✪✪, so it was to be expected" A sharp tooth smile was etched onto your face. "As I said before Angel Dust is coming back to the hotel with me. Understand?" Valentino continued to stare at you in fear, before his signature smirk came back. "Fine, take him back! Won't do you any good! He is bound to me by contract. Sooner or later, he will come crawling back to me!"

Angel listened to all of this, still in shock by what was happening. Valentino's words affected him greatly, as tears rained down his cheeks. Your face lacked any emotion as you inched closer to Valentino. A large icicle claw raised towards his lower regions, where his privates were. "!!!!!" Valentino jerked, wondering what the heck was going on. The sharpness of your claws, were digging into his skin, while a trail of ice began to form around the area. "You must really value this part of yourself. It would be extremely traumatizing for you if it were to SNAP OFF!" Digging your claws deeper, a trail of blood began to pool down below you, then freezing the second it connected with the ground. "Imagine the headlines! Di✪✪ face Valentinos package removed violently and cascaded in a block of ice for all to see!" Your demonic laugh filled the room, as Valentino screamed in agony. "STOP! PLEASE I WILL DO ANYTHING!" Begging was his last resort, proving he valued his di✪✪ more than anything. "I will let go, under one condition." Valentino stared at you in fear, mixed with some hope. You leaned closer and whispered into his ear. "Dissolve the contract, along with the copies."

Widening his eyes in shock, Valentino jerked back, furious at your request, no way was he going to lose his money maker. Shrugging your shoulders at his response, you took a step back. "Suit yourself." The claw began to elongate, cutting into his skin. Valentino screamed bloody murder, as he felt the sensation of the sharp icicles going in. "OKAY OKAY!!!" Valentino screamed out, causing you to stop. A glow appeared in front of the both of you, expanding to reveal a golden contract. There was a signature at the bottom: "Anthony", so that was Angel's real name. A demonic language began to spill from Val's lips and the contract began to rip before dissolving. "And the copies" Grunting, Val caused more glows of light to appear, performing the same ritual, and canceling all of the contracts. "Thats all of them." Valentino rasped out, as he stared down at the floor in defeat and utter humiliation. "Excellent!" Your claw removed itself from his flesh, blood continuing to drip from the area. You kept him pinned to the wall, a fitting punishment for someone like him. Moving closer you whispered into his ear. "If I ever see you near Angel again, hear you call his phone or threaten those he cares about. I will freeze your body and leave you out in the streets as a gift for the angels at the next extermination." Valentino whimpered in fear, nodding his head.

Moving away from him, your eyes gazed over at Angel, who was still crumpled on the floor. The ice around your hands began to disappear, and the frosted air began to clear, except for the ice shards holding Valentino. Getting on your knees in front of Angel, you asked if he was okay. Still shaking, Angel wasn't able to utter a word, but he nodded his head at you. Wrapping your arms around him, you lifted him up, bridal carrying him. Yes you were shorter then him, but you were still extremely strong. Angel remained silent, his head nuzzling into your neck, as he wrapped his arms around you. The both of you left the room, leaving the pathetic insect behind. Charlie spotted you holding Angel, as you left the dressing room. She insisted on knowing what happened, but you told her not to worry, and that it was time to head back to the hotel, as Angel was injured as well. Charlie nodded and the both of you left the establishment.

The shock on everyone's face when they saw you carrying Angel Dust, through the doors of the Hotel. The bombardment of questions came flooding at you, but Charlie was able to quiet them down. Pointing at Husk, you told him to help carry Angel Dust back to his room, and draw him a bath as well, seeing as he was still shaking. Husk complied and took Angel from you, carrying him to his room. Niffty ran to the kitchen, going to make some food and tea for Angel. Charlie went to Vaggie and calmed her down, as she was fuming that someone hurt Angel. Heaving a deep breath, you placed your hands against your face, trying to calm down as your emotions were still running high. Alastor was the only one who was still with you in the lobby, observing you while cocking his head. His smile was still there, but his eyes were expressing concern, especially having seen you and a bruised Angel. "Y/N my dear? Care to fill me in on what happened?" He approached you, gazing down at you, waiting for your response. Heaving a sigh, you looked up at Alastor and explained everything that transpired at Valentino's club. "Despite what I did, I'm aware there is going to be consequences with my actions since I just injured one of the three Vee's. If they plot something, I will show force and defend this hotel and everyone in it." Red irises continued to gaze at you, locking on to your determined eyes. Al placed his hand on your shoulder. "Y/N, you saved Angel, and he must be very grateful that you did! I doubt the other Vee's will even attempt anything unless they want to suffer your icy wrath and m̵̹̌̔͠i̷̪̼͙̅̀͗͆n̷̫̮̻̲͑͒̍̈́̔͜ė̴̠̯̮̩͂̐͘͝!"Demonic symbols appeared in the air before they disappeared.

Smiling at Al, you thanked him for making you feel better. Alastor smiled back at you, placing his hands behind his back. "Now then! I'm pretty sure there is a certain someone that you want to check on! Best be off now, my dear!" Alastor snapped his fingers. Your body then was teleported from the lobby to the door of Angel's room. Entering inside, You spotted Husk sitting on the bed, appearing sad. Husk's ears twitched, seeing that you had entered the room. "Hey kid, Angel is in the bathtub. I would be cautious though, he is a bit on edge." Husk said, while walking towards you. Thanking Husk, you told him it was okay to head back to the lobby. Husk nodded as he patted your head, before leaving Angels room.

Peeking your head into the bathroom, you tried to spot Angel. Steam filled the room, and in the center was Angel, sitting in the bathtub, covered in bubbles. His head was against his legs as he was hugging them with his many arms. Slowly approaching, you sat near the edge of the tub, next to him. "Angel? Are you alright?" Eyeing him, you wanted to make sure he was ok with you getting closer, as you placed a hand on his back. "Why?" was what you heard from Angel, as his face was still muffled between his legs. Tilting your head, you asked him why what? "WHY DID YOU DO THAT FOR SOMEONE LIKE ME?! I DON'T DESERVE TO BE SAVED!" Angel bursted all of this out, his eyes staring back at you angrily. "I wanted to help you Angel. What was I suppose to do, let you get abused by that psychopath?" Angel scoffed at you. "I'm use to dealing with his bull✪✪✪✪. I never asked you to do all that stuff." Getting angry, you grabbed Angel and pinned him to the wall, splashing some water on to the ground, forcing him to look at you. "YOU MAY NOT HAVE TOLD ME TO DO ANYTHING, BUT YOUR EYES CLEARLY DID!! YOU WERE TERRIFIED OF HIM, OF VALENTINO! I SAW YOUR FACE WHEN YOU ANSWERED THE PHONE AND WHEN CHARLIE AND I WERE AT THE STUDIO! YOU LOOKED COMPLETELY TRAUMATIZED! I CHOSE TO SAVE YOU BECAUSE YOU DESERVED BETTER THEN THIS AND I CARE ABOUT YOU! YOU DIDN'T DESERVE ALL THAT TRAUMA, ANTHONY! NONE OF IT!" Angel stared at you, listening to you belt out all of this to him and calling him by his true name. The tears came flooding back, as Angel started to break down in front of you. Letting go, you grabbed him into a hug, comforting him. You apologized for having to pin him like that but he needed to listen to you.

Angel continued to cry, his makeup combining with the tears, dropping down into the soapy water. You moved your hand to his back, rubbing comforting circles into it. "I'm too far gone to be saved toots. Valentino has me so drugged up on his poison and bull✪✪✪✪. He knows I'm gonna come crawling back to him. Ready to chug down on his poison like a fuc✪✪✪ addict." Angel had let you go, going back to his previous position of hugging himself inside the tub. Placing your hand against his cheek, you motioned him to look at you. Angel questioned what you were doing, until lips locked onto his. Gasping, he wasn't expecting a kiss from you. You kissed him softly, almost afraid that if you went to far he would break. Melting into the kiss, Angel closed his eyes, pulling you closer towards him. The kiss lasted a minute before it came to an end, leaving you both gasping for breath. "What was the smooch for?" His white fur, was sporting a a bright pink, as he continued to take in breaths. "Antidote. If your so soaked up on Val's poison, then I will be your antidote." Angel stared at you, shocked at your statement towards him. "HAHAHAHAHAHA OMG TOOTS, YOUR SO FREAKING CORNY!" His smile had returned to his face, as he exploded in laughter in front of you. His laughter was contagious, and soon you followed after him.

The laughing session soon quieted down, and the both of you stared at each other. Angel eyes were gazing at you softly, moving one of his hands to trace your lips. "Could ya do it again?" Looking at him shocked, you continued to stare at him, as he continued to trace your lips. "Y-ou want me to kiss you again?" Angel responded by pulling you, placing you inside the tub and on his lap. "Yes." His eyes were looking at you lovingly, making your heart skip a beat. Moving slowly, you leaned in closer, capturing him in another kiss. The both of you moved in sync, moving slow and tenderly. His lips were like pillows, incredibly soft. This felt heavenly, giving you goosebumps and butterflies in your stomach. The both of you broke apart, string of saliva between your lips. Angel placed a hand on your cheek, moving to kiss your forehead. "Wanna continue this on the bed?" His voice whispered into your ear, sending chills down your back. You became tongue-tied, and responded to Angel by nodding your head.

Your back landed flat on the bed. Angel crawled onto it, hovering over you. His fur was still wet from the bath, as it was dripping on to you. He was beautiful, you thought as you continued to gaze at him. "Um Angel. You don't have to do this if you don't want to. I'm pretty sure your body is exhausted from work. Plus you prefer guys right, so you-" A finger was placed on to your lips, silencing your words. "Shh baby. It's alright~" Angel was looking down on top of you, admiring you with his heterochromic eyes. His hands traced your face, your arms, and legs, causing your heart to flutter. "Since ya gonna be my antidote, baby. I better indulge in it~."

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snowyslytherinowl · 9 months

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Joyous Nightmares - Part 2

PAIRING: Severus Snape x (Professor) Reader

SUMMARY: A year after surviving the Second Wizarding War, Severus Snape begins to have joyous nightmares where he dreams of having a wife and a daughter. These dreams bring him nightmares because he doesn't believe that he'll ever get married or have a family of his own. So what happens when the wife in his dreams is revealed to be you?

Warning: Some angst again, but nothing heavy.

Part 1 | Part 3

*GIF isn't mine

Severus reads a book resting on his crossed knees. Below him, his now three-year-old daughter plays with her stuffed toys. She drags her niffler across the floor and pretends that it’s searching for her play jewelry and toy galleons. When her niffler finds every item, she extends her hand to where the phoenix is sitting, causing it to fly across the room and into her hands. “Daddy, make it sing, please?” she asks as she tugs on the fabric of her father’s trousers.

“Of course, my Half-Blood Princess.” Slightly bending down, Severus takes his daughter into his arms and settles her onto his lap. He waves his wand over the phoenix’s chest, causing it to play a song that enchants his daughter.

The front door scrapes open, alerting him to the arrival of his wife. “Hello, my love,” he greets after his wife sneaks up behind him and kisses his cheek.

Right after he awakes, Severus places the palm of his hand on the cheek that his dream wife kissed. Never before has he been physical with her in any way, though he enjoys that one kiss from her. It’s almost impossible to wipe the feeling of her plump, soft lips on his cheek from his mind.

After failing to drift off for an hour, Severus gives up and works on brewing a new batch of potions that will allow him dreamless sleep. He started brewing them shortly after his first nightmare with his daughter, but he still has these joyous nightmares since he can’t brew enough for each night. As he waits for the cauldron to simmer, he brushes his fingers against his cheek again.

He heads to the Great Hall in time for breakfast. You quickly glance at him after he sits beside you, and immediately pour him a coffee. “Are you sure that you’re feeling all right? You’ve looked awful lately.”

“Thank you for pointing that out,” he drawls, earning a chuckle from you. Severus rarely tells an actual joke, but he likes hearing you laugh. At the last Christmas party, he told some joke that made you laugh harder than he ever heard before. He can’t remember the joke he told, but he remembers how that night, he replayed the moment when you playfully smacked his shoulder in response to the joke.

“Maybe the Hogsmeade visit today will make you feel better,” you point out. Severus suddenly remembers how the third- to seventh-year students will venture into the village. He's always thought that setting these dunderheads loose in a public place is a bad idea.

“I do not plan to go,” he replies, which earns an exaggerated gasp from you. “Witnessing the students ransacking Hogsmeade brings me no pleasure.”

“How can you not?” you dramatically ask him. “Maybe you’ll come if I join you?”

He turns over the offer in his mind for a moment before deciding to accept. “Fine, I will meet you in the Entrance Hall.”

“Fantastic!” He enjoys the way you beam at him.

Severus stops by his chambers to change into something more cozy (and of course, all black) for the winter weather. He wraps a fluffy black scarf you gave him around his neck and shoulders and heads out.

He observes your outfit as you wave students out of the Entrance Hall. Your coat and dress show your figure nicely, and your scarf compliments your eyes. He catches your eye when you turn around, so he lifts his hand in a feeble wave. “I like your scarf,” you jokingly compliment as you head out together.

“Thank you.” On your way to the village, you discuss your ideas for the outing. You agree to stop by a bookstore, then go to the Three Broomsticks for a drink. Colorful, twinkling lights and pine trees line the path to Hogsmeade. Silver and golden stars hang from the ceilings in the bookstore, and you and Severus separate to look for different items.

Peacock and pheasant feather quills line the shelves, though Severus chooses two quills with an eagle feather. From a gap in the shelves, he notices a small child looking for picture books with his parents. He’s entranced as he watches the little boy show a book to his mother, who agrees to buy it for him. His father scoops the child up and the three of them head for the counter together, reminding Severus of his dreams with his small daughter.

He doesn’t realize he’s staring until you tap him on the shoulder and ask, “Ready to check out?” He jumps at your touch, earning a quizzical look from you, but he nods and you buy two books while he buys the quills.

You order a Butterbeer and Severus orders a tea with a shot of Firewhisky. When you reach a table near the back, he expects you to sit across from him. Instead, you sit next to him, and close to him at that. A little too close for what is appropriate between two friends.

“What’s on your mind?” you ask, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear and taking a sip of your Butterbeer.

“Nothing of importance. I am merely thinking about how there is not nearly enough Firewhisky in this tea,” he lies. In reality, he’s thinking about how if he stood up, his leg would brush against yours.

“It’s not strong, but you can have a sip of my Butterbeer if you want.” You swish the drink around in your hand before turning to look at him. Your usual cheeriness has faded away to a serious look. “Severus, I’ve been worried about you. You look… more miserable than usual and you look like you hardly get any sleep. Is something wrong?”

Minerva has also noticed that something is off with him. Instead of pulling him aside to talk things through, she gives him sympathetic looks in the staffroom and reduces the number of days that he's assigned to patrol the corridors. You’ve been more open about your concern and Severus finds it, for lack of a better word, sweet. But he doesn’t want to talk about his joyous nightmares with anyone; he doesn’t deserve anyone’s sympathy or gentle looks. You’d probably laugh at him if he told you how he dreamt of a family of his own.

“I… I am fine.” You quirk your eyebrow at him and he continues, “Finding the ability to sleep after the war is not hard to believe, is it not?”

You nod and soften a little, but you still look wary. “I was thinking that if you had more company, you’d feel better. With me, for example.” You shift your seat even closer to him and your legs are nearly brushing against each other. Severus looks down and becomes flustered.

You place your hand on his arm as you continue. “After each day’s classes, we can go down to the Black Lake. On the weekends, maybe we can visit Hogsmeade again. What do you think?”

“I… I believe…” Severus feels like a fool as he trips over his words. All he can think about is your hand on his arm and how you’re close enough to feel your breath and smell your perfume.

He’s disappointed when you withdraw your hand from him and straighten in your seat until he notices that Professors McGonagall and Flitwick are heading for your table. “Do you mind if we sit with you?” Filius asks.

“Not at all,” you reply and smile, but Severus notes a hint of impatience in your tone. He can't help but share your feelings of impatience.

After taking a sip of her drink, Minerva leans in and says, “I don’t know about you all, but I am delighted that the Christmas holidays are near.” She drones on about her plans, the decorations she has already put up, and her favorite Christmas treats. You enthusiastically talk about the holidays with Minerva and Filius, and sometimes give a reassuring smile to Severus while the others talk.

Severus, on the other hand, barely participates in the conversation except for the appropriate nod and grunt here and there. All his mind can focus on is how close you were with him and why in the wizarding world you would offer to spend so much time with him.

Thankfully (for Severus, at least), the conversation doesn’t carry on for much longer and the four of you head outside. You’re walking along the path towards Honeydukes when suddenly, you hear children screaming with delight. Snowballs fly between the two sides of the path as the children run around and duck for cover behind trees and buildings.

Severus whips his wand out and suspends all the snowballs in midair. They fall glumly to the ground, causing the children to stop laughing and screaming at once. “What do you think you are doing?” he asks, enunciating each word. Behind him, you and Minerva are exchanging looks and holding back giggles.

“Professor Snape, we were uhh…” a third-year Hufflepuff attempts to explain. “We were having a snowball fight.”

“Obviously,” Severus drawls. “Five points from each of you for endangering yourselves and the residents of Hogsmeade with your reckless behavior.” When they only stare at him, he continues, “Direct yourselves back to Hogwarts before I deduct more points.”

He turns back to find only you standing there. The other two professors left for a tea shop, so you and Severus resume your walk together. You lean into him and say, “You know, they were just having fun.”

“You would define a snowball fight as fun?” he retorts.

You roll your eyes at him. “That seems like something that someone who hasn’t been in a snowball fight before would say. What did you do for fun during the winter as a child?”

“If you truly wish to know, I occasionally made snowmen and drank tea by the fireplace,” he explains. He stops short when he notices that you’ve left his side.

Something hits him on his right shoulder, and he has to brush his hand over his shoulder to realize that it’s snow. He whips his head around to see you forming another snowball in your hands. You fire the snowball straight at his chest, but he uses his wand to suspend it in midair. “What are you doing?”

“Having some fun! Stop using your wand!” you shout before rolling another snowball.

Severus has a reputation to keep up and he has no time to behave like an immature five-year-old. Quite frankly, your behavior as a professor is far from appropriate. But you look so beautiful with a large grin on your face as you raise your arm to take your aim, and the snow is falling perfectly on your hair. He looks around to make sure no students or staff are present before he allows himself to indulge in a snowball fight with you.

Ducking out of the way, he crouches on the snowy ground and forms a snowball of his own. He sends it flying towards you and it hits you powerfully in the chest, knocking you to the ground with a little shriek. Concerned, Severus stands up to make sure you’re okay until you jump back up and throw a snowball squarely at his abdomen.

“You insolent little-” He’s cut off when another snowball comes at him and you run away laughing. Residents of Hogsmeade watch Severus chase you into a side street. Both of you continue pelting snowballs at each other until a door opens behind you and Minerva emerges. Severus’s snowball hits the doorframe beside her and she stands there partly shocked, partly amused.

“I don’t believe that two of my best professors should be behaving like immature first-years,” she chides.

Blood rushes to your faces and you give her a sheepish smile. “Perhaps we would be better than first-years if Severus improved his aim.” You flash him a wicked smile when he glares at you.

“Perhaps Filius and I should escort you back to the castle before you engage in more childish behaviors,” Minerva scolds even though there is a hint of amusement in her voice.

More snow falls as the professors round students up to return to Hogwarts. Enchanted lights and stars twinkle as you and Severus shepherd the students along the path back to the school. You don’t talk much since you’re watching a family of deer passing by.

A halo surrounds your head because of the golden lights wrapped around the pine trees. Severus pays no attention to the deer, instead admiring how angelic you look with the halo around you. His skin burns and he looks away when you catch him looking at you, but you only flash him a smile.

“Think about my offer,” you tell him after you drop off the students and walk away from him towards your quarters.

Oh, he’ll be thinking about your offer tonight in his dreams.

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For The Team

Ithan Holstrom x Reader

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Fandom: Crescent City

Summary: Ithan's new girlfriend is about to experience her first sunball game since she started dating one of the players, but they might have to establish some new traditions first

Word Count: 1,533

Category: Fluff, Humor

A/N: Requested by anon! Functionally a sequel to Presentation Problems and Nosy Best Friends, but it can also be read independently! Also this is just vaguely set in Crescent City, it doesn't fit very well at any specific point in the timeline lol

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I scanned the crowd anxiously, looking for any sign of my boyfriend. I was hoping to catch him before he went into the locker room, but there were so many people here for the first sunball game of the season that it was impossible to pick him out in the crowd, despite his height.

Something needed to be done about that.

I hopped up on the first rock I found, going onto my tiptoes for the best possible view. I could see better, but there were still so many people I couldn't pick out my boyfriend. I huffed, then decided to change tactics.

I weaved through the crowd of people until I got to the slightly less crowded tunnel to the locker room. Technically, nobody but players were allowed to come down this way, but right now I didn't care.

"Hey!"

I turned, a little worried I'd have to defend my presence to somebody, only to find my beaming boyfriend Ithan Holstrom heading my way.

"You're not allowed to be back here," he teased. I beamed back at him, rushing to close the short distance between us. Ithan wrapped his arms around my waist as soon as I was close enough, pulling me to him and kissing me deeply. I ran my hands through his hair as he moved me back until I gently hit the wall. I could've stayed like that forever, but after a few long moments, he pulled back.

"Sorry. I hate to cut this short, but I kinda need to go get ready for my game."

"I get it," I said, leaning up to kiss him again all the same. I pulled away more quickly than the first time, giving him a bright smile as I did. "For luck."

Ithan laughed, leaning in to rest his forehead against mine. He had an absolutely beaming smile on his face, which made my heart race.

"Are you excited?" I asked. "First game of the season and all?"

"Of course. I always am. But I'm even more excited that you're at this one."

I smiled. Ithan and I had just started dating a few months ago, and we'd met not long before that. This would be my first sunball game as his girlfriend, and I couldn't wait to cheer him on louder than anyone else in the crowd.

"Me too. You're gonna crush the other team."

"Thanks."

We shared a smile, and I let my hand come up to cup his jaw, lightly stroking my thumb across his cheek. He leaned into the touch, but after a few moments, he sighed.

"I need to go." I frowned, and he gave me a forehead kiss before taking a step away. "I do have a little surprise for you though. Stay here, I'll be right back."

I leaned against the wall as he turned and ducked into the locker room, biting my lip and trying not to give in to how giddy Ithan made me feel. As promised, he was back a second later with a bundle of red fabric in one hand. He grinned my favorite million-watt smile as he held it out to me.

"What's this?" I asked, laughing a little as I took it from him. I held it out in front of me and found myself holding Ithan's jersey, the color he wouldn't be wearing today.

"I thought you could wear it," he explained, rubbing at the back of his neck. "For luck."

"Of course I'll wear it! I love it." I beamed at him, then glanced quickly up and down the hallway. We were alone, at least for now, so I wasted no time whipping off my shirt and putting the jersey on in its place. When I looked at my boyfriend again, I saw him staring at me in awe, his mouth hanging slightly open. "You might wanna close your mouth, babe."

Ithan huffed a laugh, meeting my eyes with clear, shining love in his.

"Have I mentioned lately how much I absolutely love you?"

"Actually, yes," I laughed. "But I can always stand to hear it again."

"Well, I absolutely love you. And I'm so sorry, but I really do have to go now. My teammates are already giving me shit for being late when I left the first time."

"I know." I leaned in to give him one last kiss, my chest practically exploding with love for the male in front of me. I pulled back, beaming at him as I started backing down the hallway, towards the stands where our friends would be saving a seat for me. "I'll meet you on the field after your win!"

Ithan huffed a laugh. "I can't wait!"

I winked and blew him a kiss, then turned to finally head off to my seat. I was practically floating on cloud nine as I made my way through my fellow students to a spot in the front row.

"Finally!" My friends laughed as I squeezed in next to them. "What took you so long?"

"I know what took her so long. She was wishing Ithan good luck!"

Heat rose to my face and I looked down, fighting a smile, which was more than enough to confirm my friends' suspicions. They started laughing, teasing me good-naturedly, but thankfully the players took the field before they could really dig in.

The first sunball game of the season had officially begun.

I was fairly new to sunball in general, but that didn't stop me from screaming and cheering like a maniac for every second of the game. Ithan had given me a crash course on the rules when we watched a pro game a few weeks ago, and I picked up more and more as the game went on. I screamed every time we scored, every time we needed to disrupt the focus of the other team, and every time the refs made a bad call (or at least, one we didn't like). By the end of the game, my voice was almost gone, but it had been worth it.

We'd won.

As the last seconds ticked off the clock, I screamed with everything I had left, my voice breaking as I roared with the rest of the crowd. I wasted no time running down out of the bleachers with the rest of my friends in celebration, a whirlwind of people and emotions crashing like a wave onto the grass. The other team sulked off, giving us space to spread out and lose our minds.

I immediately started scanning for Ithan, trying to find him like I had before the game began amidst a now even rowdier crowd. And like last time, he found me, wrapping his arms around me tightly from behind and burying his face in my neck.

I laughed, not needing to turn around to know it was him. He kissed my cheek, then gave me enough space to face him, both of us beaming like fools.

"You won!" I cried, deliriously happy with him. His answering smile was as bright as the sun as he leaned in and kissed me for all he was worth.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, tangling them in his hair and deepening the kiss like we'd done outside the locker room. I heard some wolf whistles and shouts from our friends, but Ithan and I ignored them both. When we finally pulled apart, our eyes never left each other's, bright smiles still on both our faces.

"You're my good luck charm," Ithan declared. I laughed again and shook my head a little.

"What are you talking about?"

"All our scouting reports said we had no shot at winning this game. They destroyed us last season. The only difference today was I had you in the stands."

Warmth bloomed in my chest as I beamed up at my boyfriend.

"Well, I'm happy I could help." I paused, thinking for a minute, then fixed Ithan with a wicked grin. "...Does that mean we have to keep our pre-game ritual the same every time now?"

He matched my grin with one of his own. "Actually yeah, I'm pretty sure it does. It'd be bad luck to change things now, and I don't want to sacrifice the team's season."

"Oh, of course not. I need to make out with you in the locker room tunnel before every game from now on. For the sake of the team."

"For the sake of the team."

Ithan and I shared a smirk before his teammates and the rest of our friends got sick of letting us have our moment, instead pounding Ithan on the back in congratulations and shouting with the rest of us. My boyfriend just wrapped an arm around my waist and held me close as we let ourselves get swept up in the excitement of the rest of the crowd.

As we finally headed off the field together almost half an hour later, most of us headed for an immediate celebration party, Ithan leaned in and whispered just loud enough for me to hear, and no one else.

"So what's the final verdict on your first real sunball game?"

"I loved it. I'm now fully obsessed." I paused, turning to meet his eyes and give him a mischievous grin. "And I can't wait for the next game."

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dystopicjumpsuit · 10 months

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Do It Again

I heard we're simping for Tup now, so I'm joining @blueink-bluesoul and @deejadabbles to quench the Tup girlies' thirst. Thanks, @corrieguards for breaking all of our brains with this post!

And THANK YOU to @blueink-bluesoul for generously sharing this outstanding 79's playlist. It was fantastic to write to, and now I'm sad that I can't go to 79's and pick up a trooper of my own.

Rating: Mature/18+/Minors DNI

Pairing: Tup x Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 3.5k

Warnings: SMUT; oral sex; hair-pulling; glove kink (because why not); untouched orgasm; light femdom vibes; DJ writing vanilla characters challenge (impossible)

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79’s is packed. There isn’t a single available booth, table, or barstool in the club, and the dancefloor throngs with gyrating bodies: a mix of civilians and troopers in street clothes, dress uniforms, and armor painted every imaginable color. The energy is electric, and the buzz of it prickles across your skin. The music is deafening, the heavy throb of the bass vibrating in your chest as you wait for one of the bartenders to take your order. They are run off their feet tonight, and you feel a pang of sympathy for them. Hopefully, they’ll rake in enough tips to make the extra work worthwhile.

While you wait, you scope out the club, tallying up the possibilities. You fidget with your rings and sway to the music. The strobing neon light is dim and disorienting, and it takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the haze of smoke. So many troopers tonight, goddamn.

Your gaze roves across the dancefloor, and a shiny tries to catch your eye. Too eager, no thanks. A loud chorus of cheers erupts from one of the corner booths, drawing your attention. Hello, soldier!

The group slams back a round of shots and taps their empty glasses on the table twice. Four clones and a nat-born woman are crowded into the booth and looking very cozy. You zero in on one of the clones. He’s gorgeous, obviously; they all are. But he stands out with his long, curly hair that he wears loose around his shoulders. The group bursts into a peal of raucous laughter, and the woman in the booth loops her arms around the long-haired trooper’s head and squeezes him into a tight hug while one of the clones across the booth snaps a holo of them. Damn, looks like he’s already taken.

Just then, one of the bartenders taps your shoulder to get your attention, and you turn back toward the bar to place your order.

“Pabu colada!” you shout over the roar of the music.

The bartender nods and holds up a hand, mouthing “Five minutes.”

---

Across the club, Jesse, Kix, Fives, Tup, and Cerra throw back their second round of shots—or is it the third? They’re starting to blur together. Kix has his holocam out and is trying to get the perfect angle for a group selfie. Cerra leans her head against Fives’s shoulder with a small smile that makes Tup just the tiniest bit jealous. Not that he’s interested in Cerra. That would be kriffing weird. But seeing the way she and Fives have this whole unspoken communication thing makes Tup wish he had that kind of connection with someone.

He looks away, and just then, he catches sight of you leaning against the bar, eyeing the dancefloor like a queen surveying her domain. Holy shit, she’s gorgeous, he thinks. He looks away quickly, not wanting you to catch him staring.

“Tup, when are you going to get a haircut?” Jesse asks.

Tup snorts. “You’re no-one to talk, brother. You think that cog tat is regulation?”

“Face tattoos are almost as much of a GAR tradition as standing duty hungover,” Kix laughs.

“I feel kind of left out,” Cerra adds. “I’m the only person at this table without one.”

“Nobody’s going to mistake you for a clone,” Fives chuckles.

“Damn, what gave it away?” Cerra asks.

Tup sneaks another glance across the club at you. Kriff, she’s looking right at me! He whips his head back to the table quickly. Cerra notices and gives him a devious smirk that means she’s planning something, and it’s either going to be incredibly awesome or slightly mortifying.

“See, when Tup moves his head like that, his hair goes all over,” Jesse says. He’s getting loud, and Tup can tell that the Dodbri whiskey is starting to work. “One of these nights, I’m going to sneak into your bunk and shave it off.”

Fives flips Jesse the bird, and Cerra wraps her arms protectively around Tup’s head.

“Never!” she exclaims. “I’ll protect you, Tup!”

The table explodes into a mix of laughter, threats, and banter, and Kix snaps a quick holo, smiling as he reviews it.

“Hey, this one is pretty good,” he says. “Want me to send it to you?”

“Fuck yeah, bro!” Cerra says. “I don’t plan on remembering tonight, so it’ll be good to have proof that it actually happened.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Jesse says. “Except we’re out.”

“Next round’s on me, boys,” Cerra says. “Tup, scoot.”

Tup stands up, and Cerra shimmies out of the booth, then makes her way across the club.

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It has definitely been more than five minutes, and your feet are starting to get sore. Maybe these shoes weren’t the best idea. But then again, when you picked them out, you didn’t know that half of the damned GAR was on shore leave and there wouldn’t be a free seat within a three-block radius of the club. You are just starting to wonder if you should call it a night when a woman’s voice speaks close to your ear.

“That’s a great dress!”

“Thanks,” you say automatically as you turn to see the woman from the corner booth.

Up close, she’s pretty in a slightly intimidating, maybe-could-break-you-in-half-and-make-you-beg-her-to-do-it-again kind of way. She has kind eyes, though, and her smile is just this side of cocky. You feel a spark of interest as she squeezes in next to you and flags down the bartender.

“Hey, Cerra,” the Twi’lek bartender shouts. “Another of the same?”

“Spotchka this time,” the woman—Cerra—shouts back.

“Six again?”

“Just five this time,” Cerra says. She turns to you. “Unless you want to join us? We have an empty seat in our booth. No pressure, obviously.”

Maybe you could salvage this night after all. The bartender is waiting, so you make a decision in a hurry. After all, there are three other gorgeous troopers in that booth, and if you play your cards strategically, you might end up in the middle of a sandwich made of Cerra and her long-haired trooper.

“Sure!” you say.

“Make that a flagon of spotchka and six glasses,” Cerra calls to the bartender. “Thanks, La’sara!”

The Twi’lek nods and slides the bottle and glasses across the bar. Huh. I guess it pays to be a regular, you think.

Cerra grabs the drinks and leads you around the perimeter of the dancefloor, deftly avoiding the overly enthusiastic flailings of a few troopers who probably should have been cut off a couple drinks ago.

When you reach the booth, the four clones look up, and the long-haired one’s eyes widen with surprise when he sees you standing next to Cerra. She sets the drinks on the table, pushing aside the empty shot glasses to make room. A single glass is still full, so somebody must have skipped a round.

“Kix, Jesse, Fives, Tup,” Cerra says, gesturing to each of the clones in turn. “And this is my new best friend, uhhh—”

She looks at you expectantly, and you introduce yourself to a chorus of hellos from the clones. Tup stands, and Cerra slides into the booth, cozying up to the clone with a 5 tattoo on his forehead. Tup turns to you.

“Would you be more comfortable next to Cerra, or on the outside of the booth?” he asks.

Thoughtful and gorgeous. Boy can get it. You opt to sit between Cerra and Tup. It’s a tight squeeze with six of you in the U-shaped booth, but you don’t mind. Tup’s leg presses up against yours as he settles in next to you, warm and solid, and you lean a little closer to him as Cerra pours the spotchka into the chilled glasses and slides them around the table.

“What are we drinking to?” you ask.

“To brothers,” Cerra says.

“To brothers!” the clones chorus, and a few tables nearby cheer along with them.

“And sisters,” Tup adds, nodding at Cerra. “And new friends.”

Okay, so maybe he’s available after all. His eyes meet yours as you all clink your glasses together and drink. He has the nicest eyes, you decide. Soft and fringed with thick black eyelashes and golden brown and a little shy. Up close, you notice a small teardrop tattoo on his cheek, and you brush your fingers over it.

“What’s this for?” you ask.

He leans in to say something, but before he can speak, the clone with the giant Republic cog tattoo cuts in.

“He’s shedding a tear for all the broken hearts he’s left across the galaxy,” he says with a loud laugh.

“Jesse, don’t be a dick,” Cerra says, and from the way Jesse flinches, you can tell that she kicked him under the table.

“Yeah, Jesse, don’t be a dick,” Kix says. “We all know it’s really to show that he’s still wet behind the ears. Practically a tubie, this one.”

Tup just shakes his head with a smile, and you can tell that he’s used to being the target of his brothers’ jokes. The club is getting louder—or maybe it’s just your table—and you all have to shout to be heard. The level of booze in your glass drops steadily, and at some point, the bartender arrives with another bottle of spotchka and the cocktail you ordered ages ago. The hazy neon light takes on a pleasant glow as you finish your second drink, and you don’t notice the noise so much.

Tup has captured one of your hands in a gentle grip and is circling his thumb lightly over the sensitive skin of your inner wrist. His gloves are rough, but his touch is soft. Each caress sends flickers of pleasure scintillating up your arm, and you can’t help wondering what else he’d be good at with those clever fingers.

The clones banter and tease each other ruthlessly, and your cheeks hurt from laughing at their antics. You howl with laughter at one of Fives’s jokes, when suddenly everyone at the booth snaps to attention in their seats. Confused, you look around to see what’s going on. A clone in full armor stands next to the table, arms crossed, and a stern expression on his face.

“Out. Now.” His voice is hard, and his eyes are cold.

“Sir, yes, sir!” your companions say in unison.

They slide out of the booth and hurry to the club’s exit. Tup catches you by the hand and pulls you along with him. The group bursts through the doors and stumbles out onto the platform outside.

“Booooo, Commander Buzzkill,” Cerra says.

“Kriff, don’t say that so loud,” Jesse says, alarmed.

“I’m just saying, none of the other marshal commanders are as karking uptight as Bacara,” Cerra replies.

“Maybe we were getting a little loud,” Tup says.

“Et tu, Tup’ika?” Cerra asks in a wounded tone.

“We’re going to keep the party going,” Kix says. “You in?”

“Nah, not me,” Cerra replies. “I’ve got to be on the Ro-ti-Mundi early tomorrow morning. We’re shipping out at 0800.”

“Damn,” Jesse says. “Try not to die out there.”

A shadow flits across Fives’s face, and he moves a little closer to Cerra. Kix punches Jesse in the shoulder, but Cerra just laughs.

“Copy that,” she says. “Kix, keep my boys alive.”

“I’ll do my best,” Kix promises. “Say hi to Odd Ball for us.”

“I will,” Cerra replies, clasping his forearm with one hand and pounding him on the back with her other fist. She repeats the action with Jesse, then pulls Tup into a tight hug and whispers something in his ear.

The war is very far away from Coruscant, and for you, like for most people in the Core Worlds, the only real part of it you see most of the time is the clone troopers in their anonymous, dehumanizing armor. As you watch the group say goodbye to their friend, each of them knowing full well that it might be the last time they do so, the war suddenly feels very close and very, very personal. Cerra seems unaffected, though, as she turns to you.

“It was nice meeting you,” she tells you with a brilliant smile. “Take good care of my brother.”

And then, she and Fives are gone, leaving you with just Tup, Kix, and Jesse.

“Let’s go find another bar,” Kix says.

“Actually, I could eat,” you say. “Do you mind if we stop by a diner first?”

“No food! Alcohol!” Jesse exclaims with a lilt in his voice that says he definitely doesn’t need more alcohol.

“You boys have fun,” Tup says, taking your hand again. “We’re going to get a bite.”

The two of you begin walking. It’s late, but there are several diners nearby that are open all night. You bypass the first one, which prominently displays a window sign that says, “NO CLONES.” The night air feels cool and pleasant after the heat and stuffiness of the club, and it’s nice to finally be able to talk to Tup without having to shout.

“So Fives and Cerra are going back to the front tomorrow?” you ask, as a conversation starter.

“Just Cerra,” Tup says. “Fives is an ARC trooper, so he goes wherever he’s needed, but right now, he’s with the 501st.”

“Is that your unit?” you ask.

He nods. “We’re on leave for the next five days, unless something big happens and we get called up.”

“That must be hard,” you say. “Always having that uncertainty hanging over you.”

He shrugs. “We’re soldiers. It’s what we were made for. We don’t know anything different.”

That doesn’t make it right, you think, but you leave it unspoken, not wanting to veer into a philosophical debate when you could be doing something far more fun. A thought suddenly occurs to you.

“That shot that you all left on the table, what was that for?”

“That was for Hardcase,” he says. “We always drink to him on the first round.”

“He must be a good friend.”

“Yeah,” Tup says softly. “He was.”

Oh, kriff. The realization hits you with blinding clarity.

“I’m sorry,” you say.

“Not your fault,” Tup replies easily. “How about this place? Their sign says clones are welcome.”

“Hey, Tup?” you ask softly. “Want to get out of here?”

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Tup crashes against you as the two of you stumble through the door of your flat. You fumble for the control panel and blindly mash the buttons until the door finally closes. Tup’s strong hands slide possessively across your body, holding you close to him as he kisses you with a passion and skill that you weren’t expecting from someone with his quiet demeanor.

His lips are soft, his breath is hot. He kisses you with tongue and teeth and an exquisite roughness that leaves you breathless and weak. He breaks away from your mouth and works his way across your jaw and down your neck, and when he reaches the pulse point where your throat meets your collarbone, you cry out and arch against him.

“Oh, fuck, Tup,” you gasp.

You feel him smile against your skin, and then he doubles down, kissing and licking and biting and sucking until your legs tremble. It feels like he is eating you alive, and you lose yourself in the sensation. His arms clamp around you, his hands splay wide against your shoulders, and it’s a damned good thing, because you don’t think you could stand on your own right now.

He presses you against the wall and slips down the straps of your dress to get better access to your shoulders, and he works his mouth across your soft skin. As he kisses his way lower, he tugs your dress down, and your breasts spill out into the cool air. He cups your breast and squeezes it gently, then breaks away from you with a frustrated growl.

“What?” you ask in a breathy voice that verges on a whine.

Tup doesn’t reply, just bites down on the middle finger of his glove and yanks it off his hand, and it’s the sexiest kriffing thing you’ve ever seen. He opens his mouth and drops the glove to the floor, and then that mouth is on you, and his bare hand is stroking and exploring and touching, and he lets out a groan of pleasure so intense that it almost sounds pained as his lips close over your nipple.

You hold his head against your chest, tangling your fingers in his long, soft curls. You hear a telltale zip, and your dress loosens and slides to the floor. Tup drops to his knees in front of you, and the abrupt motion tugs your hand down—one of your rings has caught in his hair and yanked it, hard.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” you exclaim. “Let me get that out.”

“No, wait,” he says, and his voice is a deep rumble. His eyes are dark and hungry as he gazes up at you. “I liked it.”

You swallow, your breath coming quickly and your pulse racing in your throat. You wrap your fingers carefully around a large fistfull of his hair and give it an experimental tug. Instantly, he tips his head backward, his eyes drift closed, his mouth drops open, and bliss floods his features.

“Oh, shit,” you whisper. “You did like it, didn’t you?”

He opens his eyes and stares wordlessly into yours. His gaze lowers slowly, so incredibly slowly, down your body, drinking in every centimeter of you, until it reaches the lacy, barely-there scrap of fabric that is your pitiful excuse for underwear. He licks his lips, and you see his throat contract as he swallows. Sliding his hands up your thighs, he hooks his fingers under the elastic and eases them down your thighs. They don’t make it past your knees before he dives forward to slide his tongue into your sweetness.

“Tup!” you gasp, clinging to his hair to support yourself and inadvertently pulling it much harder than you had before.

He grunts, a ragged and primal sound that vibrates against your clitoris and pulls an answering moan from your throat.

“Again,” he begs, nearly choking on the word.

So you give him what he wants, digging both of your hands into his hair, scraping your nails across his scalp, and pulling his hair hard enough to control the movement of his head. He kneels before you like a supplicant before his goddess, and when he opens his eyes to gaze up at you as he feasts on your cunt, you see a tear roll from the corner of his eye.

“Do you want me to stop?” you ask. “Am I being too rough?”

He shakes his head as much as he is able within your grasp. “No, please keep going.”

His hands grasp your ass to angle you closer to his mouth, and you can feel that he still has one glove on. The fabric feels slightly abrasive as he brushes his thumb over your entrance, and holy shit, you don’t know why that’s so hot, but it is.

“Oh, fuck,” you say, drawing out the words in a desperate groan.

Tup notices the way you writhe against him, and he slides his gloved thumb into you, working you open carefully, slowly, and you feel the fabric begin to glide smoothly against your skin as it becomes saturated with your arousal. All of the muscles in your body begin to tense, and the world narrows around you, until all you see is Tup, and all you feel is his mouth and his hands and his soft, soft hair. He has large hands and thick fingers, and with the additional bulk of his glove, he stretches you gloriously, even as his tongue and lips swirl and suck, and the tension winds tighter, concentrating low in your abdomen— oh shit, fuck yes, right there—

“Don’t stop!” you command, and he sucks hard, and gods fucking yes Tup right there that’s it that’s it FUCK!

You lurch and grind against him, and your legs buckle as you shatter with a ragged scream. Beneath you, Tup lets out a broken, choked whimper as your hands clutch into his hair and pull his head against you, seizing your pleasure.

As your consciousness returns to your body and the haze of lust clears from your eyes, you carefully disentangle your fingers from his hair and brush it tenderly out of his face. He stares up at you with dazed eyes, and when he leans back, you see a dark stain on the front of his uniform trousers.

“Oh, Tup, my sweet boy,” you say as you kneel and pull him into your arms.

“Sorry,” he whispers. “I don’t normally—You’re just really—”

“Shh,” you soothe him. “There is nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart.”

He drops his head onto your shoulder and nuzzles against your neck. You stroke your hands across his broad shoulders comfortingly.

“Do you want to stay over?” you offer. “My laundry droid can wash your uniform.”

“Really?” he asks.

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Nobody has ever asked me to stay the night before,” he confesses, and your heart breaks, just a little.

“How long did you say you were going to be on leave?” you ask.

“Five days,” he replies.

“Got any plans?”

He shakes his head and turns to look at you with hope in his soft eyes.

“Good,” you say decisively. “Then we’ll have plenty of time to do that again.”

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Masterlist

Notes:

Cerra is an OC who will be in my next longfic. I wanted to give her a happy memory to make her torment in the next fic all the more poignant, because angst is so much more delicious when you remember the fluff.

The Pabu Colada is a real drink, and you can find the recipe here!

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wanderlust-in-my-soul · 4 months

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Top 5 shows that you enjoyed giffing this year

Shan, thank you for this question! 💚

Now I can come up with five more fantastic shows I enjoyed giffing this year, what makes things way more easy for me to decide on the shows! 😊

Basically, I liked every series I giffed... those I stopped giffing were the ones I lost interest in over the episodes. But there were some series which stood out for me, be it because of the story itself or because of how visually pleasing the show was.

So for this answer I'm gonna start with one of the most beloved shows of mine this year:

I Feel You Linger In The Air

This show has everything for me. The love, the romance, the most saddest fuck this year, the intimacy, the cinematography, the story, everything was pure beauty and I enjoyed watching every piece of it so much. I am still waiting patiently for the special episode and I will wait for it till the end of my days.

In second I present you another beautiful series with two people who desperately needed to talk to each other about their true feelings:

Tokyo in April is...

On a technical aspect, it was fun coloring this show. I like to destroy filters and make the sets look more natural. And with this show it felt like they used all the yellow or all the blue and sometimes it was impossible to make it look good, but other times I felt really good with my coloring. The other side was my personal and @nieves-de-sugui's love for this story that made it so enjoyable to gif the scenes we loved the most. Thank you again for all your requests! It really made the experience of this show a very special one!

Next in line is a show I didn't know I would love as much as I do. Like Last Twilight I went into this show without great expectations and was blown away by its perfection:

Be My Favorite

The lovestory of Kawi and Pisaeng was one of the most beautiful written stories for me this year. From the first moment on I loved Kawi and his awkward and depressive ass. Yes, the drunken kisses weren't my favorites, but at least he finally came clear with his emotions and those two made the best couple and I lost it, when the series showed us how they live their happily couple-life. I want that with all of my favorite couples. The beginning of a relationship is always beautiful in those shows, but the life with the person you love the most and who loves you the most is something I really want to see from time to time. They will forever live in my heart!

Without many words we come to number four:

Kiseki: Dear To Me

Taiwan and its lightning! Those gifs are so satisfying to make and to look at. The camera work and angles made those scenes so fucking beautiful and overall I enjoyed giffing this series very much. I could play with my coloring without ruining the scene too much, because it was overcolored from the beginning. And it felt good to clear those scenes up a little bit. A plus was the fact that I loved AiDi's and Chen Yi's kissing scenes and watching them doing exactly that over and over again wasn't the worst 😅

I end this top five which is a secret top ten with a series that touched many of us with its great storytelling:

The Eighth Sense

JaeWon was the most depressed, most precious character for me this year. I thanked the series to show therapy sessions, it gave depression and trauma a face and him punching his "friend" was so fucking satisfying to watch! Sometimes it felt like a dream far away and other times it felt way too real.

Ask me Top 5 BL Anything from 2023

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cookies-and-music · 3 months

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Ghost. - part 3: Bury a friend.

I suggest listening to the Billie Eilish song while reading this. Kinda sets the atmosphere.

Part 1 here - part 4 here

PAIRING: TVA!LokixOC

RATING: ALL

Graphic description of violence.

SUMMARY: Loki meets sombody at the TVA he once knew. Unfortunately she doesn't seem to remember him.

TVA, 2021.

Loki took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

"Come in."

Lydia had her back to him as she inspected the bruises she had earned on the field just a few hours before in front of a mirror in a TVA room.

"Hey," Loki greeted her from the door, not expecting to find her shirtless and blushing slightly.

"Hey," Lydia smiled at him from the mirror.

"I heard you had a tough day, so I thought I'd bring you some of these…" Loki showed her a couple of ointments and bandages.

To Lydia, Loki looked funny, with his hesitant expression, disheveled hair, and wrinkled shirt.

"Close the door," she nodded without turning around.

Loki approached her, who didn't move from the mirror, and observed the extent of the bruises covering her stomach and back. They were of various shapes and colors.

"It looks like a painting, doesn't it?" she let out a bitter laugh, but Loki didn't seem to appreciate it. He furrowed his eyebrows and reached out a hand toward her back without touching her.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered.

"What for?" Lydia tilted her head, trying to meet his gaze in the mirror, but he wasn't there.

Midgard, 2012.

"What was that?"

"You'll have to be more specific, Miss Princhett," Loki looked up at her, standing with his arms folded in front of him.

"You had a distant look and then you tilted your head, as if you'd been hit. Which is strange because the only one who could do that here is me, and it would give me a pleasure impossible to forget."

"You're foolish if you think you could beat me in a fight, Miss Princhett."

"Don't change the subject," she smiled at him. Interrogation rule number 12: don't get sidetracked by chatter.

They stared at each other for a second.

"Who's on the other side?"

Loki furrowed his brows. "What other side?"

"Don't play games with me," she gave him a smirk “Whoever is there, crearly is not on your side” Interrogation rule number 27, instill doubt.

"You know nothing, Miss Princhett," Loki stood up, walking past her and moving around the room.

"But I can see when a man is under duress. And you are, Loki of Asgard," she said. Interrogation rule number 15: keep the conversation going, and rule 16: even at the cost of a confrontation.

"Do I seem under duress to you?" Loki turned to her, starting to stomp heavily on the floor as he walked. "I have the Tesseract, and all the power that comes with it."

"And what do you want to do with it?"

"It's part of a larger plan" he turned to her. "Impossible for a lesser mind like yours to comprehend."

She looked at him.

"You don't know" she blew a derisive breath.

They stared at each other and for a moment she was convinced she saw his blue eyes tremble, with anger or frustration.

And he punched her.

Lydia should have expected it. She doubled over, gasping for air. Loki lowered himself to her height, bringing his face a few inches from hers.

"Don't push your luck too far, Lydia Princhett. Remember that you stand before-."

He couldn't finish the sentence before Lydia grabbed his head and kneed him in the face. Loki stumbled backward, bringing a hand to his face. When he lifted it, his nose had a strange shape, and blood covered his mouth.

They breathed heavily, staring at each other.

Lydia moved first, but Loki was faster. He reached out a hand, closed it into a fist, and brought it down, pinning Lydia hands and feet to the floor as if tied by invisible ropes. Loki approached and kicked her in the lower abdomen. Then again. Then in her back and again.

Lydia felt like she couldn't breathe.

Finally, Loki lifted her up, as if she were made of feathers, and holding her by the throat, pinned her against the wall.

"This is what happens when you oppose a god, Miss Princhett," he spat.

She gathered saliva, wanting to spit in his face, but she didn't even have the strength for that, and the mixture of blood and saliva only reached his feet.

"Odin is a god, he is feared and respected by the entire galaxy. You, Loki, are just an undergrown giant." She tried to force a laugh, but it came out as a groan. "And you'll never be like him."

Loki struck her again; Lydia didn't know where or how many times. Everything hurt. And she lost consciousness.

TVA, 2021.

"What for?"

Loki cleared his throat, taking a deep breath and blinking to dry his moist eyes.

"I'm sorry you got hurt."

Lydia turned to him. "It's the risks of the job, I suppose," she smiled, shrugging, and tried to suppress a grimace of pain resulting from that small movement. "Sometimes bad people act just like that, badly."

Loki nodded, keeping his gaze low.

"Do you mind helping me with that?" Lydia indicated the ointment.

Loki took a breath, as if reconnecting with the present, and smiled at her. "Of course."

Lydia turned again and shivered when she felt his hands covered in cold cream touch her skin.

"Sorry,"

She shook her head. "It's okay, thank you. No one else cared about how I was," finally, their eyes met in the mirror, "you're a good friend, Loki."

He nodded, lips pressed into a thin line, proceeding carefully with his task.

Midgard, 2012.

When she woke up, Lydia was on a makeshift bed, with a blanket pulled up to her throat. The strangest thing, though, was that she felt refreshed, as if she had slept for days and every muscle in her body had relaxed.

She furrowed her eyebrows. Relaxed?

She threw off the blanket and rolled up her shirt under her chest. She got up and ran to a black glass that could serve as a mirror, but again, nothing. She didn't even have a scratch or a mark. She was perfectly fine.

"Son of a bitch."

She grabbed a jacket and ran out, wandering all over the SHIELD base Loki had taken over.

She found him near the only exit to the outside. He knew she had noticed him, but he didn't move. Lydia joined him.

"So, is this your magic?" she asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Listen, I just wanted to say thank you” Lydia was angry at him, obviousely, but she knew that letting that anger out would get her nowhere "I know I provoked you."

"I hope you've learned your lesson," Loki glanced at her, but Lydia saw that it wasn't pure superiority in his gaze. There was a slight sense of guilt behind it somewhere. After all, why would he bother to fix her otherwise? Lydia saw humanity in Loki, an opening in his impenetrable facade. An opening she would exploit to the end.

"Oh sure, now I know how to get under your skin, and I can't wait to do it again," she smiled and he returned his gaze to the outside, "I can't fix your nose with magic, but my point remains. Loki," and the way she pronounced his name made him feel strange, making him turn to her with a less harsh expression than before, "if there's someone or something that somehow threatens you or if in some way all this isn't your doing, you can tell me. I promise I'll help you, and only us will know."

Loki didn't respond, not that Lydia expected an answer. But in this case, it was a victory, it meant he was considering her words, instead of taking them as an offense.

Maybe, just maybe, she would manage to get under his skin and handle his alien brain, convincing him not to destroy her planet.

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I'm having so much fun displaying the two kinds of relationships in different timelines and how different they are despite being the same people. 2 Chapeters more and then the truth will come out.

Guys, thanks a lot for the support you've shown me, again feel free to leave a heart, a comment or to reblog, this really helps a lot. Part 4 will be posted around Tuesday 02/13!

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chanandlersstuff · 2 years

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Post-its, shopping carts, fries and the person you love.

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x Reader.

Summary: Stresfull days are the worst but Daniel has the remedy for those. Spending time with him always feels like fresh air...and that’s one of the reasons she loves him.

Word count: 4.734

Warnings: None actually except for teeth rotting fluff.

Author’s note: Cause it's his birthday and I had this idea in my head for a long time. I hope you like it as much as I did when I wrote it. He always give me comfort so that's why this is extremely sweet and goofy. Shout out to my best friend who is my beta reader and I love her so freaking much. And FYI, requests are open if you want me to write something.

Daniel woke up with his limbs tangled with hers, her hair all over her pillow and the sheets going up and down to the compass of her calm steady breaths. Her face was free of that frown that adorned it for the last couple of days. The exams period was getting close and she was lowkey freaking out more day by day. He stayed there in the bed next to her, admiring her, for a few more moments. Enjoying the peace of having her in his arms for a few more minutes.

Slowly and quietly he got up and got out of the room, to get her a few more moments of peaceful sleep. On his way to the kitchen he passed the room she used as her study room. It was nothing from another world, it was a small room but it had a big window that let the light from the day enter. The room was pristine, because she couldn't concentrate in a messy environment. Papers well arranged in her desk, different colors of highlighters placed one next to the other, her computer clean and close in the middle of the desk and her glasses resting on top of the books and papers, color post-its and notes on the big cork board on the wall. He walked in to get a closer look at the things that were on the board.

It has a little bit of everything, from mathematical formulas, movie tickets to photos. Photos with her best friend since they were little, motivational quotes, cute photos of them together from their first dates, a picture of him in the podium on Monza, even the stickers a fan gave him specifically for her, her VIP passes from the first race she attended as his most important guest. Trying to not make a mess Daniel grabbed a post-it and wrote a cute little message for her and stuck it in the inside of her laptop.

Satisfied with his doing he went to the kitchen to make breakfast before going to train with Mike. He ate his part and left hers in the kitchen for her when she woke up. When he was ready to go, he gave her a sweet kiss on her lips as goodbye and left.

When she woke up the sheets were cold next to her. Checking her phone an unread message from him was there, “I woke up and you looked so at peace that I let you sleep more time. Breakfast it's waiting for you in the kitchen. Have a nice day, see you in the afternoon. I love you.” - Daniel, always a sweetheart.

Barefoot and without brushing her teeth, she had breakfast on top of the counter. Coffee and Daniel’s pancakes gave her the serotonin she needed for the day. A warm long shower and she was ready to start a stressful day of study. With her water bottle and phone in hand she made her way to her study room. It was like she and her best friend were mentaly connected because the second her ass touched the chair her phone pop up with a text message, “You ready?” “Yes, give me a second. I will call you.” Since they were little they studied better together so being in different universities and studying different careers didn't stop them from doing it, it was for moral support too.

When she opened her laptop there was the cute post-it Daniel left for her. In his handwriting with cute little hearts, or what seemed to be hearts, was written “You got this, beautiful. You can do everything you propose.” It was impossible for her to not smile at his words. Even after years of dating she was still hopelessly in love with him, she blushed like a teennager at every cute and flirty word that left his lips. He was the first thing that came to her mind when she woke up and the last thing too. At all her future plans he was always by her side, every step of the way, at every milestone of her life. Just like she was at every one of his. Their plans involved the other, taking them in consideration. They were not only lovers and partners, but they were also best friends. His note had gone directly to her corkboard, next to their photos. She smiled looking at all the precious memories on her board. But her daydreaming didn’t last long cause her best friend facetime cut her short.

-Hello.- She sat smiling.

Her friend saw the look on her friend and groaned. -Oh god, it’s too early in the morning to be that in love woman. At least wait until I have my second cup of coffee.- She chuckled and shook her head.

-Okay Grinch, relax. Prepare your coffee cause it’s gonna be a long long day.- She put her glasses on and took a deep breath.

Her friend groaned again and dropped her head on the desk -Remind me again why we can't have a Sugar Daddy who would literally died to spoil us or be a trophy wife.

She laughed. -Cause we are independent women. We are not going to depend on an old man nor be some trophy wife. We are feminist and we are going to get our degree to be the best on our jobs.- She nodded trying to make a point.

Her friend glared at her. -You didn't answer why we can’t be a trophy wife. I mean, I can get my degree, shove it up my ass and still be a trophy wife but WITH a degree.

-Oh god, you are impossible.- She rolled her eyes.

-Can we cry? I wanna cry.- Her friend said making a pout.

She looked at the schedule on her laptop. -Not yet, that’s in like three hours so hold your tears and let's study.- Her friend groaned, again, and opened her books.

Daniel arrived at like six p.m and the apartment was almost deserted. Not one single thing out of place, the only sign that someone was in where the lights turned on in the kitchen and the plates of the breakfast clean and dry in the sink. With a water bottle, from the fridge, in his hand he took his phone out and wrote a quick message. “I’m home. Are you here? Are you okay?” But his answer came right away when the notification ringtone she put especially from him sounded far in the apartment.

He walked towards the study room and raised his brows when he arrived at the door. She was sitting there, her eyes focused on her laptop while her hand wrote rapidly on a paper. Her hair in a weird bun that was held in place with a pencil. Her water bottle in the desk was half drunk and she was biting the corner of her lower lip, a habit of hers when she was deep thinking.

Daniel leaned into the door frame. -Well hello there beautiful.

She didn't take her eyes off the laptop. -Hi.

He frowned. -Did you eat something?- She said nothing and continued writing something down. Daniel walked closer to her and rested against the desk next to her. -Hey.- He tapped her wristed three times and finally she looked at him.

She looked at him, gave him a small smile and continued writing. -What…..did….you asked me?- She turned her head to where he was but her eyes were still fixed on the laptop.

-If you ate something, apart from breakfast.- Daniel read what she was writing and had no clue what it meant. There were numbers, letters and terminology he knew nothing about.

She stopped what she was doing for seconds, moved her eyes around thinking and then continued writing. -Emmm…no. I don’t recall preparing anything.- He squinted his eyes at her making her drop her pen and looked at him. -Sorry I was so focused on all this that the only time I got up was to go peeing.- She stretched her habil hand towards him and he grabbed it.

-We already talked about this babe, you have to eat something. It’s for your health.- Daniel stretched her fingers and massaged her palm.

-I know. I promise from now on I will set an alarm to remind myself to eat something.- Daniel smiled pleased.

-Good.- He kissed her head. -I will prepare you something to eat.- She smiled and nodded. He was walking out of the room when he turned around to look at her again. -Did you put those eye drops the ophthalmologist gave you?- She nodded.

-Yep.- She grabbed something from one of the drawers and showed it to him. -I always have one here.- He nodded proudly and went to the kitchen.

Daniel took his time preparing a sandwich, he placed all the ingredients on the counter and started working on his masterpiece. Each movement was made with pure love. Until he heard her voice. -OH MY FUCKING GOD.- The loud scream made him stop what he was doing and ran to where she was.

In seconds he was there. -Are you okay? What happened? Are you bleeding?- Daniel appeared in the door, with a dishcloth on his shoulder, but he tilted his head to the side at the image in front of him. She was in the chair with her legs to her chest, her head buried between her knees, her arms covering her head. She looked so small, so different from moments prior. Daniel walked slowly towards her, crouched to her level and ran his hand up and down on her leg. -Hey beautiful, what happened?

Slowly she lifted her head and looked at him. She looked exhausted, tears gathered in her eyes. -I don’t understand a single thing. I'm a failure, a disaster. I’m awful.- She buried her head between her knees again.

Daniel shook his head. He got closer to her and rested his chin on her knee. -No, no you are not awful, nor a disaster, not a failure. You are amazing.- She shook her head. -How long have you been studying? On this day I mean.

-Since this morning.- With her head between her knees her words came out all muffled but he understood her.

-And you took a break?- She shook her head. Daniel took a deep breath. -I figured.- He said to himself. -Okay, look at me.- She didn’t move. -Come on….look at me.- She shook her head. -Come on….show me those beautiful eyes of yours or I swear to god I will tickle you.- He started moving his fingers towards her and she started laughing, even if she wasn’t looking at him. She always told him she had ghost tickles and since day one he took advantage of that. Always making her laugh, one of his favorite sounds. She looked at him with her lashes wet from her tears. -There is the most beautiful woman on this freaking planet.- She blushed. -So this is the plan, you are going to come with me on grocery shopping.

She shook her head again. -No Dan, I can’t. I have to continue studying cause- He shook his head too.

-You didn’t take a break since this morning, so you are coming with me to the supermarket even if I have to drag you from this chair, alright?- Daniel raised a brow.

There was a little eye battle but she finally gave in. -Fine.

-Excellent.- He got up. -Now come on, up so we can get going.- He stretched his hand towards her to help her get up.

-I have to change Dan. I can’t go to the supermarket like this.- She pointed to her clothes as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Daniel looked at her up and down. -What’s wrong with your outfit? You looked stunning.

She looked at her outfit. Plush orange pants, the t-shirt from his SPEED AWAY collection and blue socks with yellow ducks. Her bun barely held on with the pen and puffy eyes. She looked at him with a smile on her lips and kissed him. -I love you and you are the most beautiful human being on this earth.- She said caressing his face.

Daniel smiled. -I love you too and I know I’m awesome. Now let 's go. You put on some shoes and I’m going to grab my wallet and keys. Meet me at the front door.- He pecked her lips and walked away.

She ran to their bedroom and grabbed her go to shoes, black tall converse. She almost tripped on her way to the front door but Daniel was already there waiting for her. -Let 's go.

-After you m’lady.- Daniel opened the door for her and let her pass.

-Thank you very much kind sir.- She stood on her tiptoes, placed her hand on his chest and kiss his check.

On the elevator she rested her head on his chest while he passed his fingers along her spine and gave kisses on her head. They arrived at the car and he opened that door for her too. On their way to the supermarket Daniel’s playlist played low on the car.

Daniel told her about his day, at her request. At a red light he turned to look at her while she tried to put her hair back in a bun. Her glasses resting at the top of her nose, the pen that was on her head between her lips and her hands on her hair. Her legs crossed one on top of the other, proudly wearing his t-shirt. and her cute socks.

He was completely and utterly in love with that woman. He loves her wearing comfy clothes, fancy clothes, wearing nothing at all. He loves her on rainy days, sunny days, and cold days. From day to night. Every second of his days. He love her and couldn't imagine a day without doing it.

-Where are we going exactly?- She asked, looking at him.

He laughed. -Why?

-I mean, there’s a supermarket a couple blocks away from home in that direction.- She said pointing in the other direction from where they were going.

-I prefer the supermarket that is in this way.- He said pointing where they were going. She squinted her eyes a little bit nodded.

A couple of minutes later they arrived. The parking lot was pretty empty so there were not many people inside. They entered the supper market and grabbed a cart, which she was in charge of driving it. -What are we going to buy, babe?

-I made a list.- He took his phone out of his pocket and started looking at it.

-I'm surprised, Ricciardo.- She said, raising her brows.

-I like keeping you on your toes.- He said turning around in one of the alleys and she almost crashed into a pile of cans. He laughed a little. He started putting things in the cart. Daniel was telling her all about the last paddock gossip she missed about while she stayed back home studying.

She was half paying attention to what he was telling her and half trying to maneuver the cart around the alleys without nocking things down. -Fucking shit thing.- She mumbled under her breath. Daniel continued walking and turning around alleys and eventually she lost him. She was walking around the supermarket like a lost little girl and calling for him. -Dan, where are you?- While she was looking around, without looking where she was going, she crashed into one of those machines that carried big boxes around. -SHIT SORRY.- She said looking around, even if no-one was around and the machine didn’t have any feelings.

Moments before the little incident Daniel was two corridors down from her. He was looking at the different types of rice and looking on the internet what type of rice was better for the recipe he had in mind, he turned around with two packets of rice in hand ready to ask her opinion. -Beautiful, what rice you- He stopped mid sentence when he looked up and she was nowhere near him. -Beautiful, where are you?- And seconds after that he heard the noise of metal against metal and knew right away that the cause of that noise was his girl.

Looking around he walked until he found her. -What did you do this time, beautiful?

She was resting her arms against the cart, she lifted her head and turned around when she heard his voice. -This.- She pointed to the cart. -This is why I don't drive.

He chucked. -I know.- Daniel walked towards the cart and moved it far from the machine there. -Your carriage m’lady.- He made a little bow and she looked at him confused. -Come on, hop on.

-What? Dan I can't, it's not- She looked around worried.

Daniel opened his eyes big and looked at her. -Hop. On. The. Cart, I said missy. Come on, I'm not gonna repeat myself.- He made a serious face.

-Fine. -She mumbled like a little girl.

Daniel smiled satisface. -Good girl. -He watched her try to hop on the cart and almost fall on her face. He laughed out loud and she looked at him.

-Are you gonna still laughing at me or are you gonna help?- She crossed her arms.

Daniel laughed a little more and then helped her. He kept the cart stadie so that she could get on it without any problem. She sat in the corner of the cart, her front towards him so they could look at each other. When she was safe inside the cart he leant closer, so did she, and they kissed.

-I will never understand how you got your license.- He said, starting to push the cart around.

She shrugged looking around. -I was young and flirted with the guy who took the test. Want to give me your phone so I can tell you what we need?

He nodded and handed her his phone. She smiled at his background, it was a photo of them playing tic tac toe on the sand in Australia in one of their many vacations there. -In other words, cheating.- He said teasing.

She scrolled down her phone and looked around the cart, taking note of the things missing and the ones that were already there. -I didn't cheat, I just simply took advantage of the guy who was a sucker for a pretty face.- She said smiling. -That, we need that.- She pointed at something on one of the shelves.

He stopped and handed it to her. -Aren't we all a sucker for a pretty face?

She raised an eyebrow. -I hope you are a sucker for this pretty face and only this pretty face.

-Of course my love, your face is the only one I'm a sucker for.- She smiled proudly and blushed a little.

-Good.- She pursed her lips and he gave her a little cute kiss.

As Daniel pushed the cart around she looked at him and felt more in love. She love the dichotomy between the Daniel he showed to the cameras, the one who was full optimistic; that always made people laughed and be comfortable around, who had fun like a child and made shenanigans around the paddock, and the Daniel he only showed to her, the one who loves to cook for her even if he sometimes burn the food, that stays up all night designing new things for his clothes collection and want to be every step of the making of his wine, the one who was a little insecure, the one who laughed at the same parts of the movie he saw a million times.

-Here you go.- Daniel toshed her something and she catched it before it hit her face.

She looked at the package in her hands and smiled like a little kid when she saw what it was. -FRIESS.- She even hugged the package.

He nodded. -Yep, I know how much you love those specially and this supermarket is the only one who has it. That's why we are here, so open them and talk to me about what's on that cute big brain of yours.

-I can't open them Dan.

-Yes, we will pay for them when we finish shopping.- He nodded and she looked at him doubtfully, Daniel rolled his eyes and opened them for her. -There you go. Now that you have your comfort food and your comfort person- He pointed at himself. -tell me what got you so stressed.

She started eating between fries. -It’s like every little piece of knowledge I understand and remember disappear when I try to understand another topic, like my brain is too small to fit all the topics I have to study to pass that stupid test.- She kept pointing at the things they needed for the dinner and Daniel put them in the cart. -I feel like a total and complete failure.- He frowned. -How am I supposed to work about this if I can’t remember the little things that make my carrear choice so fucking important?- She passed him a few fries and he gladly took them. -It’s like….it’s like…..life is telling me that I made the wrong choice and that I had to go for the easiest career and not the one I choose cause I’m not as smart as I like to think.- She buried her face in her hands. -I’m gonna end up failing, without a degree and working in some fast food restaurant serving people in the middle of the road.- Daniel stopped the cart abruptly and she almost hit her head.

-Look at me.- She didn’t move and he said her name in a tone that made her realize he was serious. He rarely uses her name, it’s always sweet pet names and calm tones. So when he uses her name it means he was 100% serious about what he was gonna say. So she looked at him. -Don’t ever think about yourself like that again. You are smart, don’t even doubt that. Not for a second. Just like I wrote you down today, you can with anything.- She smiled remembering that morning post-it. -And if you don’t pass that exam, which I don't see possible to happen because you are the smartest person I know and I know a lot of people, you can spend an entire day in bed crying your eyes out about it and I will be there with you but after that life continues. There are more important things than an exam. It's just a piece of paper and a grade, that does not define you in anything. You are so much more than that and I can spend my entire life enumerating all the good things you are and I will still run out of time.- Those words and the pure love look he had in his eyes made her blush and her heart ran wild. - You are studying something that you are passionate about, something that would make you happy while you work at it, and if you are happy doing it you don't work a single day in your life. Doing what you love does not have to hurt all the time, maybe sometime because not everything is 100% fine, but the good moments will kick the asses to the bad ones.- Daniel made a little pause. -And your brain it’s not small and I already told you, you are not a failure. What you are is tired, you did not have a break and your systems lack food, that’s why you think you can’t remember a single thing. You have to eat to energize your brain.- He tapped her forehead. -You are gonna see, tomorrow when you wake up well rested and with a healthy meal in your stomach you are gonna kick Einstein’s ass, cause that’s how smart you are.- She laughed and he smiled pleased at the sound of her laughter.

-You certainly know how to make a woman feel special, Ricciardo.- Daniel shrugged and kissed her.

They continue with their journey around the alleys of the supermarket, a catchy song playing on the speakers that made him move his body at the rhythm of the bit while she sang to him. Daniel made a 360° turn, with the cart and all, making her laugh. Stood in front of her, extended his hand inviting her to dance. Without thinking for a second she took his hand and got off the cart to dance with him. She moved her hips side to side and he copied her moves, the song started sounding a little louder. They sang to each other and enjoyed the spontaneous moment they were having. The alley 3, full of sweet things and coffees, was their dance floor and nothing was broken in their “Dancing with the stars” moment. The song ended and they looked in the eyes with nothing but pure adoration and love with big smiles on their lips. They shared a kiss and laughed at what they just did.

Hand in hand they grabbed the last ingredients for their dinner and walked to the cash register. There was a young woman who was looking at them with a smile on her lips. While Daniel put everything for the girl to cash, she looked around. -Oh god, we are the last ones here?- She looked guilty to the girl behind the register.

She nodded. -Yes, but it’s alright. You two are too damn cute.- She frowned and Daniel looked confused.

-Thanks, but what?

The girl stopped what she was doing and looked at them. -The dance part was sweet.- She blushed and hid her face in Daniel’s back, while he just smiled. -I think we can make a copy of the security tape if you want.- Daniel nodded enthusiastically.

-Yes please, if not much trouble.- He said passing the girl his card.

-Not at all.- She smiled. Daniel kissed his girlfriend's forehead.

After a couple minutes and small chat with the girl in the cash register they walked back to the car with their food and the copy of their cute moment. They put everything in the backseat and he opened the car door for her. On the ride back to their home, with his hand on her thigh, they enjoyed the night breeze on their faces thanks to the windows rolled down.

She kept humming the song they danced moments prior and she even added to their shared playlist. -I will show that video to our kids one day.- Daniel said out of the blue.

She turned to look at him, surprised. -To our kids?

He nodded and gave her a little squeeze. -Yes, to our kids. I have my whole damn life planned with you.- She smiled at his words.

-I have my whole damn life planned with you too.- He smiled widely. -We have to talk about it sometime, to make everything work out.

Daniel stopped at a red light. He turned to look her in the eyes. His hand on her neck brought her closer. -Everything is gonna work out, it’s you and me. Your big brain and mine. Everything is going to be perfect, beautiful.- She nodded smiling.

-My big brain and me love you more and more each day.- She said cupping his cheeks to kiss him.

He pulled apart a little and kissed the tip of her nose. -I love you too.- He pecked her lips one more time and continued driving.

Just like that well known quote says, “You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching, love like you'll never be hurt, sing like there's nobody listening, and live like it's heaven on earth.”. Life with Daniel was like that. He made all the stress she was carrying fly out the window the moment he made her get in his car and drive to the freakin supermarket. They loved each other with all they had, with no buts and with no limits. Loving him was everything that was right to her. They were so in love that they danced in a supermarket alley, sang to the tops of their lungs with the windows rolled down at any hour of the day. Their love was their heaven on earth.

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Drink Up Chapter Six: I'm Trying, But He's So Hot

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x female!reader

TW: mild violence, swearing, fluff

Summary: You're doing your best to resist Jake, but it's becoming impossible.

Word Count:1.6k

You're standing behind the bar, trying and failing to stay on task. This morning keeps replaying in your head and you don't realize you're spilling beer all over the counter until you hear a man raise his voice.

"Hey!" He shouts and your eyes snap up to look at him like a deer caught in headlights. "Fucking watch it!" He bites and you frown before it's quickly replaced with a smirk. Oh, this is going to be fun.

You point to the sign with your finger and reach up to ring the bell loudly. "No disrespecting women." You spit and the man tries to lunge over the counter.

"You bitch!" He screams and you leap back, narrowly escaping his grasp. Everything that happens next seems to happen in slow motion. Bradley is the first one to reach you, Jake trailing closely behind.

He yanks the man back and he spins around to get in Bradley's face. "Mind your own business." He growls and Bradley stands tall with a hard expression.

"We don't harass women here. Especially Jake's girl." He replies cooly and the man scoffs. You don’t even have time to question the title Bradley gave you as the scene unfolds.

"Who the fuck is Jake?" He barks and you watch with wide eyes as the blonde pilot steps up behind him.

"Me, asshole." He fumes and the man whips around. Jake blinks at the man daring him to do something and you see his fist clench at his side. You’re about to warn Jake but the words die in your throat. He must have seen it too because before the man has a chance to do anything, his fist connects with his jaw.

You gasp loudly as your hand flies up to cover your mouth and your brain struggles to comprehend how quickly things escalated. How quickly Jake knocked a man out for you, without so much as a second thought.

The man collapses in a heap and Jake immediately turns to scan the room for you, not sparing the dickhead a second glance. His eyes find yours and you see the exact moment he registers your presence. The storm raging in his emerald Irises immediately calms and his body language relaxes.

He climbs over the bar, not taking the time to walk around, and within seconds his hands are on your face turning it from side to side as he checks for injuries. You stare up at him with doe eyes and feel your knees wobble. It's subtle, but Jake notices immediately and concern covers his features.

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" He asks and you shake your head the best you can with him holding it. It feels like your brain is lagging, struggling to catch up with what's happening as he leads you over to a bar stool.

Once you find your voice, you take a deep breath and frown. "I could've handled that." You whisper and Jake leans in so that his arms are on either side of you, caging you against the bar. You can smell his cologne, it's sweet and spicy and so Jake.

You take a shaky breath when you realize this is the second time today you've been close enough to see all the specks of color in his eyes and Jake fights back a smirk. One of his hands comes up to move a piece of hair off your face and you do your best to hide the effect it has on you.

"I know you could've, sweets. But you shouldn't have to. Certainly not when I'm here." He breathes and you gulp when his breath fans across your face. Jake's eyes dart down to your lips and your tongue slides across them out of habit.

"So you're my big bad protector, huh?" You quip, but it comes out as more of a stutter, and Jake leans in a little closer.

"Do you want me to be?" He asks and your senses go into overdrive. You're completely consumed by him. His raspy voice washing over you like a tidal wave, his strong muscles bulging next to you, the heat radiating off his body.

He searches your face for a moment and before you can stop yourself, your hand reaches up and tangles in the hair at the nape of his neck. You hear his breath stutter and your next move surprises even you as the only thought in your mind is fuck it.

You pull him down and his lips connect with yours, immediately moving in sync. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip and you open your mouth just enough for him to slip it in. You moan quietly when you taste whiskey mixed with mint and your mind goes completely blank.

The rest of the world melts away and you're kind of pissed that you could have been doing this the whole time if you weren't so damn stubborn. You feel Jake's hands cup your face as his thumbs rest on your cheekbones and you melt further into him.

The two of you only pull apart when you hear loud whooping and turn to see what the commotion is. The entire squad is standing by the bar cheering you on and Jake chuckles while giving them the middle finger.

He leans back in to give you another kiss and when he pulls back again, you find yourself struck silent for the second time. No one has ever been able to render you speechless, certainly not man, and you inwardly groan at the cliche.

Jake takes a step back and turns to Penny who waves him off, seemingly already knowing what he's going to ask. He takes your hand without another word and pulls you to your feet. The warmth from his hand as it wraps around your waist seeps through your shirt and you're sure you'll find his touch burned into the flesh when you look later.

He leads you outside and down to the beach where the two of you sit down. He spreads his legs and pulls you over him, resting your back against his chest as he holds you. It's silent for a few minutes as you listen to the waves kiss the shore before your voice rings out into the night.

"This doesn't mean that I'm going to be nice to you." You snark jokingly and his head falls back with a loud laugh.

"Wouldn't expect you to be. Your attitude is one of the things I love most about you." He murmurs and you hum contently.

"What else do you love about me, G.I. Joe? Stroke my ego so maybe it can compete with yours."

You feel his chest rumble with a chuckle and he kisses your shoulder. "Well, I love all your nicknames for me, even if they are meant to be mocking." He answers and you smile to yourself.

"I love how you don't take anyone's shit and how you can eat just as much as me." He continues and you roll your eyes, but remain quiet.

"I love how stubborn you are and that you respect yourself enough to make me earn you. You're worth every ounce of effort and as much as it sucks, I'm glad the men before me didn't see that." He mutters into your hair and you lean back further into him.

"You deserve to be loved fiercely and boldly and I hope I'm lucky enough to be the man to show you what that's like." He finishes and you turn your head to face him the best you can.

"You would never live it down if your friends heard you being so sappy." You tease and you squeal when he tickles your sides.

"If you ever breathe a word of it I'll have no choice but to kill you. I have a reputation to uphold." He says with mock sincerity and you snort.

"I'd like to see you try." You challenge and he shakes his head.

"You're nothing but trouble, you know that?" He sighs and you give him a toothy grin.

"Yup and trouble never looked so goddamn fine." You retort and he shakes his head.

"At least you're humble." He snickers and your eyebrows shoot up.

"You're one to talk. If your head gets any bigger it'll explode. You're just mad you finally met your match." You sass and he nips the side of your neck playfully.

"I don't know about that. I think I still have you beat." He remarks and you pull a hair on his arm, causing him to yelp and jerk back.

"Ow!" He exclaims dramatically and you cackle. "That's what I thought."

He doesn't say anything else and the two of you sit quietly for a while longer before he looks at his watch.

"We should probably get going. It's almost 11." He suggests and you turn around to face him.

"You got a curfew or something, flyboy?" You ask and he just stares up at you. You're about to say something else when he suddenly tackles you into the sand.

You flail around as he tickles you mercilessly, laughing until tears stream down your cheeks. "Okay, okay! I take it back!" You gasp and he removes his hands.

You watch as he places his hands on either side of your head and hovers over you. You're breathing picks up and he has a shit-eating grin that you want to slap off his face. The thought is quickly erased when he leans down and presses a short kiss to your lips, effectively silencing you.

When your eyes open again he's staring down at you with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "That's what I thought."

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fireflykaizoku · 1 year

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Ace x Reader | Birthday Confession

*sigh* he's my sunshine

again, let's pretend it's his bday already

Ace usually celebrated his birthday the day before, after all, he knew way too well that the hangover from the New Year’s Eve wouldn’t allow him to celebrate on the 1st. It was fun to him, after all, December 31st was a day where everyone was happy, celebrating and having fun. But even with all the celebration, drinks and fireworks, no party would be complete without you.

You, Ace’s sunshine; the person who made his heart skip a beat whenever you hugged him and who gave him butterflies when you got too close. The person who always made efforts to make him feel loved, who put efforts on making him gifts and preparing surprises for his birthday. You baked his favorite cake, made personalized presents, threw a surprise party…

You, the person who always tried to stay awake to be the first person to wish him a happy birthday. The person who was always there for him.

You, Ace’s best friend.

The previous year, he promised himself and his brothers that before his next birthday, he’d confess to you. But whenever Ace felt he got the perfect opportunity, something always happened. Either Luffy appeared out of the blue; the bell rang; Chopper, his dog, jumped on your lap demanding to get hugs; your phone rang and you had to go home…

And now, one year later, Ace had to tell his brothers that he gave up. Probably the universe was giving him a sign or something. He’d have to spend another year admiring you from “afar” and hoping that someday he’d have the courage to confess.

When you arrived at his family’s New Year party, the freckled boy stopped everything he was doing to look at you.

You gave him a large smile and rushed towards the dark haired man to hug him while trying to hold the present you got for his birthday.

— You need to promise me that you’ll only open it after midnight because it’s not your birthday yet. — you said, before giving him the gift carefully wrapped.

— Alright, I promise. — he giggled.

Both of you got a drink and some food, and sat outside, talking about Ace’s birthday and the presents he got earlier from his brothers and his father. He was so excited, talking about the cake he got and how it tasted like the cake he used to eat as a kid and about the many times you surprised him on his birthday.

The two of you were feeling so happy and nostalgic.

You couldn’t help staring at Ace and thinking how beautiful his smile was and how his eyes were shining while he spoke about the presents he got from his brothers. You were so lost, so distracted, noticing how his cute freckles looked like constellations.

You rested your chin on your hands and looked at him with half lidded eyes and a soft smile on your lips. And when your best friend noticed your stare, a deep shade of pink colored his cheeks.

The dark haired man stopped talking for a second, too distracted looking at your beautiful (E/C) eyes staring at him with a soft expression. Was he dreaming? Could you possibly look at him with eyes full of appreciation and affection?

— Ace, I… — you whispered, breaking the silence and almost stuttering, as if you were taking your time to say something important. However, before you could finish the sentence, Luffy went outside, giggling.

— Oi, Ace, (Y/N)! It’s almost midnight! Let's go! — he exclaimed right before Thatch and Sabo pulled him back to the living room, scolding the young boy.

You both laughed and silence took over again. You took another deep breath and tried to start again.

How to put it in words? Even after practicing in front of the mirror, writing the whole speech.. Right now, you forgot everything you wanted to say.

— So, what I was saying is… — you started, trying to ignore everyone inside the house starting their countdown. Three, two… — I’ve been thinking of how to say that, but I like…

“Happy New Year!”, everyone inside the house cheered. The sound of the neighbors celebrating and the fireworks was making it impossible to hear anything.

— You what? Sorry, I can’t hear you… — Ace spoke louder.

— I said that I like… — he interrupted you.

— I don’t hear you!

You sighed.

— I said I like you! I like you too much! I love being with you, I love your laugh and everything about you! That’s what I’ve been trying to say! — you spoke as loud as you could right when the music stopped.

Silence.

It felt like the world got quiet and everyone heard your confession.

You wanted to hide as Ace’s family looked outside with eyes wide open. Not that it was a surprise to them. Deep inside, they knew that the boy’s feelings for you were mutual. They could tell that to you, he was more than simply a best friend.

After what seemed like an eternity and feeling extremely embarrassed, you were about to get up. But Ace’s strong hand held you firmly, but without hurting you. Now he couldn’t run, it was time to say how he felt.

— Wait… — he whispered. — Stay.

You stopped, looking at him with hopeful eyes while your stomach did backflips.

— I like you too. I like you so much. — he started. — I’ve been trying to tell you, I promised myself I would… But I was too afraid. Too afraid of ruining our friendship and losing you forever.

You sat again, smiling and feeling relief, feeling so much happiness. Your hand gently touched his cheek and in an impulsive action, you placed a soft kiss on his lips.

— Oh, Ace... You’d never lose me. — you whispered.

His heart felt like it’d jump out of his chest. You were so close to him that he could feel your breath so close, making his body feel warm somehow.

— Happy birthday, my sunshine. And thank you for being alive. — you whispered, smiling before giving him one last chaste kiss before Luffy went outside to interrupt you again.

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A Magical Classmate - Part 1

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Rating: T

Chapter Word Count: 1900

Parts: [ Next Part > ] [ Masterlist ]

Full story: [ AO3 ]

1. The New Student

It was over a month into term and the morning lecture had already started when a strange young man sauntered into the hall, taking a seat among you as naturally as if he owned the place. You were a big class and you would probably not have paid attention to him if not for how out of place he looked, wearing a black suit with a striped tie in green and silver, and with his blond hair combed backwards like a rich Stureplan brat from Stockholm.

Was he an economics student who lost his way? But even they didn’t look that snobby in this city. Gothenburg was for average people.

The teacher only gave him a brief look before he continued to write on the whiteboard, and you turned your attention back to the lecture.

In the break, Catrine immediately went over to the newcomer and shook his hand. “Welcome to the class! I’m Catrine.”

She was one of those hyper social persons who knew everybody, and if she didn’t she made sure to get to know them as soon as possible.

He stared blankly at her. “Sorry?”

“Oh, you speak English!”

“How perceptive of you,” he deadpanned.

“That’s super cool! What’s your name and where comes you from?” She was assaulting the language badly, but in her defense she studied chemistry and not English.

“Drake Marley. From America.”

You narrowed your eyes. America? Absolutely not. His accent had made you think of English royalty and BBC reporters, and no Americans you ever heard spoke like that.

“Nice. Why are you in a Swedish university if you’re American?”

“Exchange student.” He glanced at the pile of textbooks in his open briefcase; all of them were written in English. “It’s not necessary for me to understand anything; I already know the required course book by heart. But I thought lectures were mandatory?”

Of course the guy had a briefcase and not a backpack… a snob through and through, it would seem.

“Not at all. Labs are, though.”

“Good to know.”

“Tell me more about you. Where in America? Why pick chemistry? Do you live in a dorms?”

“I like chemistry.” He was looking at the door as if planning an escape route. Catrine had a rather overwhelmingly inquisitive personality that could take a while to get used to.

“Do you really know all the textbooks by heart?” Martin, your dorm neighbor, cut in. He had been ogling Drake with a starry gaze since he arrived.

You could see why. Drake was tall, wide-shouldered, and he had a nice face. Straight nose, dark eyebrows, chiseled jaw. His eyes were an unusual pale blue color that matched the silver in his tie.

If he hadn’t looked so cocky and upper-class he would have been handsome.

“Do you think I make stuff up?” he scoffed rather arrogantly.

What a jerk! You were convinced he was just bragging; nobody read the textbooks in advance.

“Then what is the second law of thermodynamics, Mister Know-it-all?” you challenged.

He smirked. “Depends on who you ask. Kelvin? Planck?”

“Kelvin,” you picked at random. A tendril of doubt stirred in you. Why did he look so confident?

A group of students had gathered around you now, clearly curious about the outcome of the confrontation.

“According to Lord Kelvin, ‘a cyclic transformation whose only final result is to transform heat extracted from a source which is at the same temperature throughout into work is impossible,” he quoted.

“Wow!” Martin clapped his hands and was joined by a few bystanders.

That was taken directly from the textbook. You shifted your stance, beginning to feel a bit too hot. So, maybe he had photographic memory then, but he probably just memorized the phrase and didn’t understand what it meant.

“Say that in simpler words.”

“It means entropy always increases – and that means for example that a hot item will become cool, unless you heat it.”

You knew you must be blushing now. ”Okay,” you muttered, defeated.

“Some are both hot and cool at the same time,” said Martin, eyeing him appreciatively. “I say, you must join us tonight at the dentist students’ pub!”

“Why would I want to do that?”

“Because their pub is the best,” said Catrine. “Cheap drinks, great music. Try it. It’s fun.”

He hesitated. “Maybe.”

The break was over and there was no opportunity to talk for a while, but you had a hard time focusing on the teacher. Who was this genius, British-sounding, American rich guy? Despite the mortification that he beat you, he intrigued you.

You hoped he would come to the pub so you could get to know him better; not because he seemed very likable but because you were so curious.

Or at least that was what you told yourself.

When you arrived that night, you saw Catrine and Martin with a group of fellow students at a corner table. There was no sign of Drake.

You ordered your usual pear cider and joined them.

“Do you think he will come?” asked Martin, sipping his rum and coke. He was nicely dressed in jeans and a shirt with the top buttons open to expose part of his tanned chest.

“I don’t think he will,” said Catrine. “He seems like a fancy restaurant kind of person. He probably only drinks champagne.” She wore a simple, comfortable sweater as always, but with her curvy shape and blonde ponytail she tended to attract guys’ eyes anyway. Not Martin’s obviously, he wasn’t into girls.

Leaning against the wall, you slowly drank your cider, listening with half an ear at the others’ chatter and the catchy music.

The dentist students’ pub was small, only two rooms, and the chairs and tables simple and not very comfortable, but the DJ was good and made the most of the cheap equipment. He always put together a perfect mix of new songs and old favorites from the eighties and early nineties.

After a while the others around the table went over to the dance floor in the next room, but you were getting drowsy. Instead you closed your eyes and let the music and alcohol relax you after a long day.

You all but jumped when you heard the door open and shut firmly. Drake strolled in with the same confident air as that morning, and just like then he looked slightly out of place. This time he wore an actual dress coat with tails and everything. Did he think he was going to a ball?

Ignoring everybody in the room, he ambled over to the bar. “Dry martini,” he ordered.

“What?” asked the bartender, a gangly dentist student with braces on his teeth.

Drake sighed. “Never mind. Do you have whiskey sour?”

He shook his head. “We have vodka…”

“No.” He leaned over to read the short menu. “I’ll have a gin and tonic.”

He paid rather clumsily for the drink, peering at the coins and twenty-crown note like he was unfamiliar with them, but that was of course expected for an exchange student.

When he scanned the tables for a place to sit, you waved awkwardly. “Here!”

”Oh, it’s you.” He looked down his nose at you.

His arrogant look made you feel like it was you who were out of place. You squirmed uncomfortably, crossing a leg over the stain on your jeans and wished you had dressed nicer.

To your surprise he chose your table anyway, but first he wiped the chair with a green silk handkerchief. Then he sat, elegantly crossing one leg over the other. His trousers had perfect press creases, and his leather shoes looked expensive and were spotlessly polished.

Nobody dressed up like that to a simple student back alley pub! Was he royalty? An English prince in exile? You tried to recall all the members of the royal family you knew but could only think of the queen and Lady Di. The former was too old, the latter dead, and neither of them was a guy anyway.

If Drake noticed your glances he didn’t show it; he paid no attention to you and could just as well have been sitting alone. He was staring blankly into the air with a bored expression, taking long gulps of his drink. Whenever there was a new song on, you noticed him wincing slightly.

He finished the drink fast and put down the plastic cup with a suffering look; he would probably have preferred a crystal glass with an umbrella.

If he hated the company, music and drinks so much, why did he even stay?

“Another,” he called to the bartender. “Please,” he added, almost as an afterthought.

The bartender poured it, leaving it at the counter.

“I think you must get it yourself,” you prompted a bit shyly.

With a resigned sigh Drake fetched the cup. He emptied it equally efficiently as the previous one, but if the alcohol affected him it didn’t show.

You wished the others would come back but they were still dancing. The silence between Drake and you grated on your nerves.

You couldn’t stand it.

”I’m sorry I doubted you,” you blurted.

He raised one eyebrow. “Okay.”

New silence.

Your mouth continued rambling against your volition, desperate to fill the void. “But I mean, it’s not strange I did, right? Normally people don’t learn these books by heart… I thought you were just bragging. How did you even have time to both read and learn it? You must be very smart.”

Great. Why had you said he was smart? He didn’t need his ego stroked. If only the greasy linoleum floor could suck you into it and take you away now.

His lip turned up ever so slightly and for the first time he was actually looking at you. “I am, yes. A know-it-all, like you said.”

You dropped your gaze. Damn. Must he remember that?

”Uh, sorry about that too.”

”And actually I do have plenty of spare time; that’s why I memorized the book. But only the first half. I was lucky you picked thermodynamics.”

Slowly you looked back at him. He was smiling for real now and no longer looked arrogant at all.

”What? So if I had asked about something near the end you couldn’t reply?”

”Nope.”

You giggled nervously. ”You asshole.”

”If you say so.” He nodded at your empty cider bottle. ”Want another of those?”

The offer immediately raised him several notches in your eyes. You never said no to a free drink. Plus, he had a charming smile now that he had dropped the superior air.

Or perhaps he had never meant to be superior, and it was just your interpretation because he looked so wealthy. Thinking back, he hadn’t been impolite to anyone, and just the fact he was willing to attend a pub like this was proof he wasn’t putting on airs.

“Why do you sound British?” you asked when he came back with your bottle and a third gin and tonic for himself.

“Oh.” He hesitated. “I have been living in London a lot.”

London! That’s where the queen lived too! You wanted to ask more, but now the other students returned, and soon Catrine took over the questioning like a twenty-first century version of the Spanish Inquisition.

Drake only replied to half of it and clearly grew more and more uncomfortable under the barrage. Not long afterwards he rose to leave, excusing himself with being tired.

You looked long after him as he walked out. Damn Catrine and her curiosity!

But you could understand her, too. There was something highly mysterious about that young man, and you couldn’t wait until you saw him again and had a chance to find out more.

A/N:

Hey all, thanks for reading! This is a completely new fandom for me to write in. Let me know what you think. :)

/Mimi

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a heart like yours part 8: the confessions

Masterlist

Summary: You tell Loki you know he's the one that woke you

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: mild angst; implied smut (which means minors & pearl clutchers dni) [let me know if i missed anything!]

"Are you going to actually knock, Y/N, or am I going to have to do it for you and run away like we're teenagers dealing with our first crush?" Wanda teased as you stood in front of the door to Loki's apartment. She and Natasha practically dragged you to the Russian spy's closet from the spa insisting that if you were going to finally have a conversation with the raven-haired god about how you felt for one another, you were going to look your version of "devastating infuriating panty-dropping levels of attractive".

That was how you ended up standing there in a black wrap dress with gold detailing and five-inch heels that would still have him towering over you, what with how short you were, and how impossibly tall he was. As for the emerald green satin and lace lingerie underneath? In Wanda's words, "in case you get to the really happy ending".

"Give me a second, dammit. If I get any more nervous my palms are gonna sweat," you hissed at your friend.

You took a steadying breath and whispered to yourself, "Three seconds of bravery, that's all you need." And then you have to face what ever follows, no matter how chicken shit you are. So that was exactly what you gave yourself. Three seconds of mustered up courage to knock on the door.

The second your fingers touched the door, Wanda disappeared in a puff of red smoke, leaving you to face whatever followed all on your own.

As the door opened to reveal the sight of Loki in a black henley and green sweatpants, you resisted the urge to turn around and run away as fast as these cursed heels could take you and abort mission.

"Hi," you managed to breathe out. A tender smile graced his face as he looked into your eyes, making you catch your breath, still in overwhelming disbelief of what was revealed to you just hours ago.

"Y/N," he crooned your name. Dammit when he says my name like that I just wanna kiss him. Wait, can I just do that? Forget the talk and skip to the good part? You mentally slapped yourself. Focus.

You held up his cape in your arms, neatly but loosely folded so that you wouldn't risk creasing it anywhere. "Came to return your cape. Thank you. It was--comforting, waking up to something kinda…familiar." He took the garment from you, his hands grazing yours as he did so, and you could almost taste the tension between you two. Three more seconds, Y/N, you can do this. "Can we talk?"

"Of course, darling." He stepped aside and opened the door wider. "Come in."

You situated yourself at the edge of a chaise lounge in the middle of the room, watching as he hung the cape back in his closet before turning to face you, and you could almost see the beginning of tears in his eyes as he looked at you. "I apologize, dear Y/N. Earlier today I'd been trying to cope with the idea of a world where you no longer walked upon it, and seeing you here before me now…elates me so."

Your words failed you, unable to think of anything coherent to reply with except: "I know you woke me."

It was like you were sucker punched with the look of shock and terror that colored his face. And then your heart caught in your throat once again as he said his next words. "I'm sorry." Before you could respond, he strode over to you and crouched until you were eye level. A moment passed before undeniable despair entered his eyes and he sank even further, to his knees, looking up at you.

"Why are you apologizing?" you croaked. "You did nothing wrong." You placed your hands on his shoulders, your heart aching as you saw the visible relief in him the moment you did so, as if he was so comforted by your touch. "But Loki…why did you lie to me? Why did you tell me you didn't know who--?"

"Because it was me," he answered in a rush. "Because it could not be the man you were with. Rogers was a fool to have you and not love you. And I heard you. Outside the cottage. You told the Sin Healer that your heart belonged to someone who was also a fool if he dares think that you are unworthy of his attentions. His affections. I apologize for I am neither one of them and yet I woke you. Of all the people fortunate enough to be loved by you, and yet they were so foolish to not return it.

"But Y/N how could I not love you? You are brilliant, beautiful, and kind. And whenever I gaze upon you, you greet me with a smile that I would gladly move the realms for if only to see it again. I understand if these affections of mine are unreturned and if you wish to cease our semblance of a friendship--"

You couldn't take it anymore. You cut off his words and pressed your lips to his, stifling a chuckle at the sound of his startled gasp. And then he began to move his lips against yours, taking control of your kiss, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you down onto his lap.

"You're an idiot," you murmured against his lips. "It's you. I'm in love with you." You pressed another kiss to his lips. "My heart…it's yours. It always has been."

He weaved his hand through your hair and pulled away from you, making you look at him, not even bothering to hide the bewilderment in his eyes. "You believed yourself unworthy of my love?" You nodded your answer, making his eyes darken ever so slightly at you, before he pulled you even closer to him, pressing your bodies together as he kissed you once more, and standing up from his current kneeling position.

The sudden motion made you reactively wrap your legs around him, causing you both to moan into each other's mouths. When you pulled away for air, his lips latched on to your neck, pressing kisses wherever he could as he lowered you both on to the bed, with you straddling his hips.

"Oh my darling Y/N, how I've longed for this," he groaned against your skin. You could feel his hand moving to undo the tie on your dress with slow, deliberate movements, taking his time. "I'd dreamt of the day I could finally have you in my arms, in my bed. The day I could call you mine, our bodies pressed together as we chase each other's pleasure. You laid out before me as I made love to you." You shuddered, both at his words and at his kisses moving to your ear.

"I look forward to doing exactly that tomorrow night, my love."

Wait. What? You pulled away slightly to look at him with the confusion swimming in your eyes. You decided to voice your confusion as well. "What's wrong with tonight?"

Your breathing hitched as a seductive smirk graced his exquisite features. "Tonight I believe I have another task. I must prove you wrong. Dispel your beliefs that you do not deserve my attention." He undid the ties of your dress and shrugged it off your shoulders, licking his lips as he caught sight of your garments underneath. "My affection." He pressed a kiss at the base of your throat. "My devotion." Then he pressed another kiss above your heart. "My love."

A series of broken whimpers escaped your lips as you felt his kisses moving up to your mouth again. "Tonight I am for your pleasure, my precious mortal." And then he flipped you over, your back landing on the bed with a soft thud. "Tonight you will learn what it's like to be worshipped." He pressed a kiss to your now bare stomach, before crawling his way up to your lips once more. "By the god that loves you."

"What the fuck was that?" Natasha hissed in shock as she heard a muffled cry from the hall, her confusion growing as Wanda started simply chuckling in response. "Something you wanna share with the class, Wanda?"

"Loki forgot to close his door all the way again." She led the way to the door in question and pointed out the slight crack left open. She slowly took hold of the knob and quietly shut it all the way, but not before another muffled scream of his name came out of the door, making your friends' eyes widen.

"That's--?"

"That's our girl," Wanda finished with a playful smile. "Getting her really happy ending. I'll fortify his enchantment. They need all the privacy they can get." As she cast a spell around his room, another muffled moan came through. "Goddamn, the lungs on this woman."

As she finished the spell and began to walk away, the two women caught sight of little Morgan skipping over to them. "Hi Auntie Nat. Auntie Wanda. Have you seen Auntie Y/N? I wanna watch Tangled with her."

Wanda picked up the little girl, steering her away from the door of the apartment you were currently moaning and screaming your lungs out in, and answered, "I'm afraid Auntie Y/N's spending some time with Loki." She let out a chuckle before adding, "Being his princess."

That led Natasha to slightly tap her upside the head.

"Does that mean Auntie Y/N got her happily ever after?" Morgan asked the two with a little yawn.

Natasha glared at the sorceress, silently telling her to behave, but the chuckles she was stifling already told her that that wasn't happening, so she answered instead. "Yeah, baby. She finally did."

A/N: And here we reach the end of the story. But…there are 2 outtakes coming: one with the Stark party that Strange mentioned in part 4, and another one with the breakfast in part 7. And if I ever get an idea for an epilogue…that might happen

And here's a bonus gif for the ones who read until the end

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Day 29 ~ Eustass Kid X F! Reader X Couples Costume Contest

Title: Eustass Kid X F! Reader X Couples Costume Contest CW: Spicy, penetration, rough and soft Eustass Kid, creampie, M!n0rs DNI WC: 1.4K

Last DNI warning

"Stop squirming Kid!" you whine as you tried your best to insert the red colored iris lens into his eye.

"Fucking hurry up! It feels weird," he snapped, lying on his back with you straddling his broad chest while you applied his costume makeup and the finally the lens.

Annoyed with his attitude, you quickly raised your hips and lifted yourself up a few inches before falling down to his chest without warning. The resulting oomph from Kid also gave you the opportunity you needed, his eyes opened wide from the action and you quickly placed the lens on his eye.

Rolling off him before he could retaliate, you held your hands up in surrender. "There, it's done!"

He grabbed your wrist harshly anyways, "that was uncalled for," he growled.

"You were being a big, whiny baby about it!"

If looks could kill.

"Ohhh yes that's the glare. Now you just need your cyborg face and arm and we have a perfect Terminator costume!" you chirped happily.

He huffed at you, rolling his eyes and his forehead twitched as he got used to the lens in his one eye. "Y/N don't forget this is for one night only. This is fucking stupid but I'm doing it because you would not shut the fuck up about it for the last three weeks."

"Gosh you're so fucking sweet on me," you roll your eyes.

That earned you a toss on to the bed as Kid towered over your frame, scowl on his face, forehead vein twitching irritably. He crawled on top of you and pinned you down as a leer grew on his face.

"I've never been sweet in my goddamn life. I am however, eager to be hard on you." Growing hardness prodding your body. "So how about it? We fuck instead of going to this lame ass party."

You pouted, not a fucking chance! But if there's one thing you learned being in a relationship with Eustass 'Captain' Kid was compromise.

"But if we don't go, we can't win the costume contest or money prize!"

He stilled, brain working overtime as he weighed his options and personal pride. "Fine! Quickie and then we go."

Agreeing to his terms, you let him kiss your body as he fondled your curves eagerly. Hands softly kneading your breasts while teasing fingers pinched your nipples through your tank top, you let out sharp inhales from the touch, the way the pleasure and pain worked you up in balanced harmony, eliciting wetness between your legs.

Painted lips smirking against yours, he lifted your flimsy top over your head and continued his touches while sucking on your neck, leaving soft marks on your flesh. Your moans made his chest swell with pride, the way you couldn't contain your lust for him internally as he barely graced you with a fraction of his sexual prowess.

"My Y/N, such big words and attitude for my soft little flower," he laughed as he began sucking on your perked nipple, giving it a soft nip and causing you to yelp and arch your back into him.

Pulling back, he licked and kissed up your sternum, paying special attention to the tattoo between your breasts. A single red tulip. You could feel his proud smile as his lips kissed the art on your body; the tribute to him memorialized on your body forever. His cock became impossibly hard and he groaned as he felt pain strike him, the aching need to fill you up.

Your hands gripped his fiery red locks and your gaze was filled with desire. "Kid," you whimper, eyes locking. "Hurry the fuck up, it's mean to keep me clenching on nothing but air."

His lips were on your swollen ones in an instant and his hands roughly pulled down yours and his pants off, clumsily hitting your body with his cock as he spread your legs and positioned himself over you.

Wasting not a second longer, he plunged into your pussy and bottomed out immediately. Groaning obscenely at the squelching noise as your body eagerly accepted him. His lips glued on yours but not moving, concentrating with all his might to not bust then and there.

Your tongue slipped out and began licking his lips, pleading for entry and through his panting you slipped in. Sweetly exploring his mouth, his tongue paralyzed by his brain trying to regain control of the situation. Your tongue ran over his jaw and down his throat, licking his pulse point when you gave him a little nip, a suggestive 'move it the fuck along.'

Eustass Kid was not a soft man and that did not change as he slammed into your body with ferocious need. Driven by the urge to dominate your body and soul to him, bind you to him in every way, forever. To chase your orgasms as quickly as possible so he could stay in your warm embrace, tingling from the afterglow as you both came down. That was why he loved quickies - quick to get there, quick to finish, and laying in bed lazily enjoying the post fuck haze together.

You loved his rough and aggressive nature, especially when it came to sex. You were no stranger to long nights of endless teasing and edging, but when he had a mission in mind you knew you could count on a quick rush followed by a mind blowing orgasm that could meld your body into his. If you add his competitive nature into the mix, you knew you could get anything you wanted.

"Y/N," he panted, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he neared his end. "Baby, I need you finish. Or we'll be late," he grunted out, hair plastered to his forehead as bucked into you.

"You know what I need to get there," you moan loudly, spreading yourself open even wider for him. He grunted in response and steadied his arms on either side of you.

He pulled out completely and changed his pace. Kid began to fuck you with long, precise strokes; his cock hitting that spongey spot inside of you that had you squealing and convulsing as he kept up his pace.

"Fuck, oh fuck babe! I'm, I'm!" you couldn't finish your sentence, pussy clenching down on his thick shaft as his tip rubbed your spot again and you came, eyes clenched shut and rocking your hips to hasten the rubbing his tip was doing to you. You felt the coil inside you snap as you throbbed, clenched and gushed on him.

Kid's eyes closed, shaved eyebrows furrowed as he rutted into your pussy, your tightness coaxing out his orgasm as he growled out in pleasure. He painted your walls white as you vibrated on him, your hips stuttering as his cockhead and his hot seed spurting inside you overstimulated your g-spot repeatedly.

He rocked one final thrust into you and that pushed you over the edge of your second orgasm, eliciting a shriek from you from the overstimulation and ecstasy coursing through your body.

Laying on top of you but not putting all his body weight over your smaller body, Kid left his eyes closed as the waves of orgasm ebbed and flowed, that post sex haze blanketing you both while you were still connected.

"Babe?" you finally squeak out.

"Hmmm?"

"Time to gooooooo," you plead.

"But you're so warm," he complained.

The prize is 1 million beli and pumpkin crowns for the winners," you whine.

Amber and faux red eyes shooting open, you placed a loving kiss on him before he pulled out. Using his power, he quickly put together the final touches of his costume while you cleaned yourself off and grabbed your matching leather jackets and aviator sunglasses. Looking at your couples costume in the mirror, he smirked. "Fuck we're going to be the most badass couple there."

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"And the winner of Buggy's Spooktacular Special is......Eustass Kid and Y/N with Sarah Connor and the Terminator!" Alvida announced to the cheers from the crowd.

Smirking with pride, you both walk to the stage to claim your prizes. He wrapped his robotic arm around your shoulder and placed a large kiss to the side of your head after you both were crowned.

"Did you have fun?" you look at him with nothing short of pride and love in your gaze.

Nodding, he rolled his eyes before muttering into your ear, "I always have fun when you're at my side, Y/N."

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