#edit: if you saw that i straight up left out words in the sentence no you didnt <3

[bagdaddyb]

Larissa x witch!reader idea where Larissa uses her strap on reader but reader uses her magic so Larissa can also gain pleasure from it

yes.....

Warning: smut 18+, biting, this is my first Larissa fic so sorry if I haven’t quite captured her correctly. Dom Larissa, Sub reader. Not edited so might be a lil rough around the edges 

cor meum - my heart 

You had planned the night perfectly, sneaking into Larrisa's personal quarters attached to her office that morning to enchant the strap you now knew sat in the second drawer on the right of her desk being able to sense the magical aura the item now gave off. Your smile held an innocence you didn’t possess as you sat patiently on a chair across from her desk in her office. Her assistant mentioned she only stepped away for a moment to deal with a trivial matter when you saw her on the way out the door so you saw no harm in waiting. Playing with the ends of your untethered hair you couldn’t help but feel the way excitement buzzed under your skin for the event yet to come with the only woman who made you feel alive causing your eyes to glow brightly with pent up energy. It had been nearly two weeks since Larissa had given you more than a soft goodnight kiss, the events since outreach day taking up the entirety of her time but you didn’t mind all good things come to those who wait and you had been waiting patiently. For a moment reality struck as you truly realize how codependent you’ve become.... how codependent she’s made you but the thoughts vanish the moment her office door opens and her smooth buttery voice fills your ears.

“I apologize for making you wait darling.”

The few clicks of her heels indicate her long strides toward you and by the end of her sentence you feel her soft lips on the top of your head.

“I don’t mind waiting for you cor meum.”

A small smile graces Larissa’s face as she moves to take her seat behind her desk sitting down with an audible sigh from weeks of exhaustion. A tsk leaves your lips as you stand and follow your lover lifting a soft hand to her cheek once you reach her side. 

“You have not taken a moments rest in at least a week.”

Your voice is soft as you run your fingers over her cheek enjoying the way she closes her eyes and nuzzles into your hand.

“Even the principal of Nevermore needs a break.”

A chuckle left the silver haired woman before she opened her eyes sitting up straight. 

“Not when we have a trouble magnet such as Ms. Addams running loose in these halls. She disobeyed my direct order about campus lockdown. I swear one more slip up and it will result in expulsion no more of her childish mind games.”

Humming in response with a smile, enjoying the animated way she talks before rubbing a feather light finger up her arm. 

“Yes well the sun has set, Wednesday is in her bed, and all the staff are retired for the night. I believe it is safe for you to do the same and let off some steam. Relax a little maybe even get some real sleep.”

A sculpted eyebrow lifted as she held your gaze easily seeing right through your innocent facade yet you held strong bright smile and adoring eyes never leaving hers. 

“Mmmhmm is my little enchantress eager for some play time?”

The blush that flooded your cheeks at the title did little to help with your innocent act and it was all Larissa needed. In a moment she was on her feet in your space breathing your air, her tall body trapped you between her and her desk a small gasp leaving your mouth at the sudden movement.

“I have neglected my pretty little toy for to long.”

The words left her mouth and sent waves through your body, eyes going from her eyes to her lips as she continued to speak.

“Time I rectify that.”

Her lips crashed against yours domineering in a way that made you tingle, a hand gripped your waist in a iron grip holding you firm against the wood as the other tangled its way into your loose hair tugging your head back to give her easier access to your mouth. She devoured you in a way only she knew how and in seconds whimpers started to leave your lips. Your arms wrapped around her body, fingers digging into her back pulling her impossibly closer in attempt to completely surround yourself with her presence. Breaking for air once it had become to much Larissa waste no time traveling her soft red lips down your neck leaving sweet kisses that turned into harsh bites and you loved every second of it. Whimpers turned to moans as Larissa dug her teeth into your flesh, warmth pooled in your belly your mind already starting to cloud over with a familiar fog. You needed Larissa, your body called for her, your mind begged for her, your heart ached for her and as the silver hair goddess rose back to her full height the smirk on her face showed that she knew it all. Your chest heaved up and down as Larissa ran a finger down the side of your face before gripping your throat.

“Always so desperate for me to use you aren’t you sweetheart?”

A wicked smile spread across the woman’s face causing your heart to thump loudly in your chest.

“Yes Mistress.”

And as if you had slid in a key something unlocked deep within Larissa causing her sickening grin to grow.

“So well behaved.”

You couldn’t hide the beam at her praise as you watched her slowly pull her gloves off.

“please.”

The word was soft from your lips but she heard it all the same. Strong hands grabbed your waist easily lifting you up onto her desk.

“Begging already darling?”

You bit your lip while your eyes locked with hers. Hands touched every part of your body as she began to strip you pulling your shirt over your head before locking your lips in another steamy kiss. Moans escaped your mouth repeatedly you were on fire and Larissa’s cool touch was the only thing that could put out the flame. Pulling back from the kiss as Larissa runs her hands up your legs before gripping your thighs.

“please.”

A pleased hum slips past the taller woman’s lips before red lips once again attach to the skin on your neck. She was gentle making sure nothing laid in her way before she gently laid you back on her desk while her teeth harshly bit an sucked every piece of skin she could reach. Your eyes never left hers as she made her way down your body watching as she made her way past your chest towards your breast, nipples standing for attention through the fabric. A loud moan left your lips as her teeth grazed your sensitive flesh before sucking it into her mouth through the fabric. Skilled fingers undressed your lower half easily removing your pants and underwear without breaking away from you. Your legs spread wide eager for the woman to touch you and she didn’t disappoint a light trail of fire left behind where ever her hands grazed before she finally reached your leaking center.

“All this for me?” 

You nodded eagerly pleading with your eyes for her to continue.

“Only you Larissa.”

A smirk took hold of the woman as she lowered herself into her office chair, arms wrapped around your thighs as she leaned towards your glistening folds. The sensation of teeth on the inside of your thigh made you moan loudly your head falling back on the table, volume only increasing as she made her way closer and closer to where you needed her most. 

“Look at me.”

Lifting your head you lock eyes with the intense blue ones before you while she lowers herself to you heat. Licking a long stripe up towards your clit before sucking it in her mouth you don’t miss the faint moan she releases. Eyes never leaving hers as she begins to destroy you with her mouth your body quakes, moans and pleas slipping from your mouth repeatedly while your fingers slip into silver locks gripping them tightly. It didn’t take long for the pressure in your lower stomach to build eyes unbeknownst to you beginning to glow with your oncoming euphoria.

“Please...... I-fuck I’m so close.”

A humm was the only response you got and it tingled up your body. Larissa removed her mouth from your core with aloud pop a whine leaving your lips as she stood quickly removing her own dress and undergarments from the day.

“Such a good little witch, always taking everything I give.”

Your eyes followed her as she bent opening the drawer you knew contained your surprise.

“Always letting me use your beautiful little body.”

Her words continued to serenade you as she worked to attach the appendage to her hips. The moment it was secure you felt the bond of the magic you had enchanted it with take place your eyes sparkled at your lover as she moved back between your legs. You spread them wider eager to have her closer, deeper a slap echoed in the room as Larissa’s hands made contact with your thighs before she dragged her nails down your sensitive skin. Gripping the base of the strap Larissa began running the tip through you soaked folds fighting back a shiver as she realized she clearly felt the sensation at the tip of the toy. Investigating further she bean to push the tip in slowly but surely molding the both of you as one and this time she couldn’t hold back her moan as she bent her body over yours. The tight wet sensation trying to milk her for all she’s worth. 

“Surprise.”

You whispered in her ear and for once it was you smirking dangerously at her. A flush ran up her pale skin grunting as she brought her body closer pressing up against you.

“You little minx.”

The words were spoken through clenched teeth as she laid her head in the crook of your neck. Her hands reach down holding your hips as your arms wrapped around the woman’s neck and for just a moment you enjoyed the intimacy of it all, laying a loving kiss on Larissa’s shoulder you hug her closer wishing you could stay like this forever.

“I love you so much.”

Your words warmed Larissa’s heart one she thought would never beat like this again.

“I love you too darling.”

Larissa lifted meeting your lips in a loving kiss as her hips began to rock against yours. Both of you letting go breathy moans into the kiss as the sensations of your interlocked sex ran through both your bodies. Larissa had never felt a sensation like this the strap you enchanted truly acting as if it was apart of her body and she knew she wouldn’t last like she usually did. Slamming her hips against you a bit rougher knowing how much you enjoyed it, she felt your walls flutter around her as your nails dug into her back and she knew she would get addicted to this. The true feeling of being inside you. Breaking the kiss while lifting off you she ignored your whimpers at the distance, running a hand up your body through the valley of your breast around your neck she applied pressure before slamming against you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you empty arms chose to wrap around knees instead holding yourself wide open for her. The loud sloshing sound was evidence of your arousal as Larissa used you to get off. Larissa’s pace a brutal and you took it all.

“fuck.”

You croaked out voice raspy and barely audible with the hand around your neck and the word sent tingles straight through Larissa’s body. 

“Your squeezing me for all I’m worth.” 

You only whimpered in response. 

“God I’m going to cum.”

Larissa grip never loosened as she bent down towards your face hers close enough that you could feel her panting breath against your lips. You noises were endless the pleasure buzzing through your body getting to a point where it was almost overwhelming, once again your eyes began to glow as your euphoria from earlier returned. Letting go of your legs you allow them to wrap around her waist, hands once again finding her her back feeling her body close.

“Cum.”

Your body responds like it always does, eyes rolling back as your release takes over your body shaking with the effect. Larissa isn’t far behind pushing deeply one last time before her body tenses with her release your hold on her never loosens even after you come down even after she relaxes against you, her hand resting against your throat.

“Happy Anniversary cor meum.”

You whisper before placing a light kiss on her head.

“Happy Anniversary my love.”

#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #larissa #wednesday #wednesday netflix

[xthelastknownsurvivorx]

hey y'all popping back on here with some exciting rwrb-related news:

my long fic reincarnation college au now has a title- every time my heart swings back to you. i've posted some snippets before but a quick summary of the premise is that alex and henry are college students at the same school in the modern era but were a knight and prince in their past lives hundreds of years before, and the story of the past slowly unfolds through a series of non-linear flashbacks.

i'm very excited to finally be able to share it, and as a little celebration i'm sharing a short snippet of the prologue below the cut before i start posting in the next few days with more details to come then

content/trigger warnings: death, suicide, mild gore and violence, homophobia, racism

please mind the warnings because these themes start from the beginning of the story and are present throughout even though I wouldn't consider it to be dark fic

"Gabriel of Cleremont, former knight of Lord Beringar's house. Accused and convicted of attempted sodomy with His Royal Highness Prince James. The Prince does not join him today, having rejected his advances. Cleremont is sentenced to death by beheading for his crimes. Is there anything you wish to say to the public gathered here?"

James's breath catches in his throat. He feels pinned, suffocated under the weight of the charges against his beloved and the lies about their relationship. His father's words from earlier echo in his mind.

"Do not look away. This is what happens to men like him." The unspoken To men like you. Be grateful that I saved you from that fate.

Yet Gabriel simply glares up at the executioner and the crowd, fierce and defiant as ever. His gaze is a dare to the world. A challenge that says there's not a damn thing he regrets, least of all James. James has always loved that side of Gabriel, brave and unrepentant, but now such an expression hurts, knowing he'll never see it again.

"I will accept this punishment but I shall not ask for forgiveness. I believe in God and His mercy. I believe that He will see my heart is full of love and understand my choice."

"You dare compare the sin of Sodom to love?"

"I speak from my soul and what I know to be true."

Gabriel's voice is level and strong as he speaks. It carries over the crowd's frenzied shouts, straight into James's heart. Even though he wants to look away, feels his stomach rise back into his throat, he forces himself to watch. Not for his father, but for Gabriel. Gabriel, the brave and beautiful knight who loved him, deserves to be remembered.

As the headman draws the ax, raises it high in preparation for likely what is the first of many blows to prolong Gabriel's suffering, a part of James revolts. Before he knows it, something akin to bravery possesses his body and propels him towards the nearest guard. James grabs the man's sword and presses the point into his chest.

"Do not touch him," James warns, his words coming out steadier than he feels. "If anyone lays a finger on him, I'll kill myself."

Guards rush towards him, but their movement only steels his resolve. He presses the tip in deeper, letting the first drops of red fall. It makes the men pause, unsure what to do. Good.

"Do not mistake my words for idle threat, I have little left to lose."

From the execution platform, Gabriel looks up at him, horrified, as he tries to shake his own guards off. "James, don't!"

...

He looks at Gabriel.

His Gabriel. The only one who ever truly saw him. A storm of emotions rises up in his chest, making it hard to breathe. James doesn't want to do this—he wouldn't do this if he had a choice—but backing down will only damn him to a lifetime of this awful emptiness, without respite. He finds strength in Gabriel once more. A small smile plays on James's lips. I love you.

Then he plunges the sword into his chest.

"James!"

Edit: Prologue and Chapter 1 out now!

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #rwrb fic #firstprince #alex and henry #rwarb #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor

[sam-glade]

Ctrl+F'ing the Document

Part 2/3 of my editing process. Part 1 link.

This is what I do to a novel or a novella before showing it to anyone (including beta readers). I’m posting it in hopes that it will help someone, and I’m not expecting it to work for everyone. Take any parts that help you!

The goal of this step is to reduce word count by removing redundant and filtering words, and make the text more crisp and direct.

Two things up front:

‘Imperfect’ doesn’t mean ‘bad’. Good writing can have imperfections.

The goal is to get the manuscript to a stage where the imperfections won’t be distracting to beta readers.

Remove filtering and padding words

(With examples from my current editing pass of Gifts of Fate)

Search the manuscript – literally, with ctrl+F – for the following words. Try to remove especially those outside of dialogue. I allow more padding in dialogue to help differentiate character voices. 

Most of these words can be removed within the context of the single sentence, maybe with a glance at the previous or the next one, for repetitions.

Suddenly – can be removed in 99% of the cases. In 109k words of GoF, I’m left with 5 occurrences, 3 of which are in dialogue. E.g. ‘He laughed suddenly.’ → ‘He burst out laughing.’

Then – as above. E.g. ‘He blushed then and looked to the side.’ → straight up remove ‘then’. What do you add to the sentence, little word?

‘In order to’ – can almost always be replaced with just ‘to’, but see a note below on using ‘to’ to indicate intent.

‘At that’, ‘at him’ in phrases like ‘was surprised by that’, ‘smiled at him’. E.g. ‘Ianim smiled at him with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.’ → Just remove ‘at him’ 

Something – can usually be replaced with 1-2 more specific words, which will pack a sentence with more information. E.g. ‘It was something he could trust, and so he did.’ → ‘It was an instinct he could trust, and so he did.’

And on that note…

Turn intent into action

Don’t tell me what the character’s immediate plan is; show them doing it. This makes the action more direct, since we spend less time in the character’s head, and more watching the events unfold.

The first words to search for here are: could, would, should.

E.g. second pass of the last example: ‘It was an instinct he could trust, and so he did.’ → ‘It was an instinct he trusted.’

E.g. 'He could understand where they were coming from' → 'He understood where…'

I’m not that aggressive with removing the latter two.

Similarly ‘to’. Searching for it with ctrl+F produces a lot of false positives, but the instances I’m looking for are ‘they did X in order to do Y’.

E.g. ‘She slowly reached out her hand to touch the blade.’ → ‘She reached out slowly and touched the blade with a shaking hand.’

E.g. ‘The animals began to scuttle away.’ → ‘The animals scuttled away.’

E.g. ‘He sat straddling the bench to look directly at Lissan.’ → ‘... and looked …’

Yes, the meaning changes a tiny bit, but is the distinction crucial? In my case, the answer is almost always: it’s not.

Other padding words, often included in writing advice, are ‘that’, ‘almost’, ‘still, ‘quite’, and ‘very’, and again, they can be either removed or replaced with a stronger/weaker word.

E.g. ‘The wall to the right was almost entirely covered by a detailed map of the Five Princedoms.’ → ‘The wall to the right was covered by a detailed map of the Five Princedoms.’

E.g. ‘It even glowed very faintly in the dark.’ → just remove ‘very’.

Filtering words

Heard, smelled, felt, saw – they’re the filtering words, ok, but what does that mean? They distance the reader from the events, like observing them through a window. They also shift the focus from the events, onto the characters – so yes, I’d leave the words in when I want to stress that the character managed to see/hear something, despite it pushing the limits on their senses, but in most cases, they can go.

Each one of them is a little different, and I’ll order them from the most straightforward to most nuanced.

‘Heard’ is probably the easiest, and the only times I’d leave it in is when someone is eavesdropping (with description of how clearly they can hear a conversation) or to highlight that someone has exceptional hearing (with a note on the distance). Other than that, remove. E.g. ‘He heard his own voice falter.’ → ‘His voice faltered.’

‘Smelled’ – I try to remove it in sentences of the form ‘they smelled apple pies’, not ‘the apple pies smelled delicious.’ I’m also less aggressive about this one, and again leave it when it highlights someone’s super-senses. And! I never remove it at the cost of not describing a smell – include all senses. E.g. ‘Lissan smelled a rejuvenating, not quite minty aroma.’ → ‘A rejuvenating, not quite minty aroma drifted towards Lissan.’

‘Felt’ – there are at least two reasons why I’d want to remove it. First is that it’s telling emotions, in sentences like ‘He felt embarrassed.’ and I’ll get to these in the next part. The second thing is strictly filtering, describing what a character noticed about the environment. E.g. ‘It was black and it felt oily.’ → ‘It was black and oily, leaving unpleasant smudges on his fingers.’ E.g. ‘He felt a gust of wind at the back of his head.’ → ‘A gust of wind ruffled the hair at the back of his head.’

‘Saw’ – again, there are two ways in which I see this word pop up in my draft, which I want to cut down on. One is describing the action of watching, noticing, or spotting, and in most cases it can be replaced with a more specific word, like the ones above. E.g. ‘She’d seen Barran sew a cut like this once.’ → ‘She’d watched Barran…’ The other way it comes up is the typical filtering: E.g. ‘He saw Lissan tense up.’ → ‘Lissan tensed up.’

One exception to this rule is when removing them makes you ask how the POV character saw it, e.g. when they’re facing a different direction. E.g. ‘They saw a glint of steel out of the corner of their eye. They pivoted on their heel and raised their Sabre to meet the falling blade.’ → leave as is. Note to self: ‘Out of a corner of their eye’ is not a get out of jail free card for using ‘saw’. I definitely use it too often.

Oof that’s all I the words I ctrl+F for…

As I write more, I start forming sentences without these words by habit, and I find fewer and fewer ctrl+f’able words to remove.

Part 3 to come soon.

Requested tag: @galactic-mystics-writes

#editing #writing #writing tips #writing advice #novel writing #creative writing #writeblr #writeblr community #writers of tumblr #writing resources

[roseblancheenfleurs]

https://www.tumblr.com/mysteriousreader4/742376813214482432/yandere-enigma-x-female-reader-beta?source=share

Part -3 link above.

Yandere Enigma X Female Reader Beta

Part -4

Tags:#Yandere #omegaverse #nsfw #straight

Warning ⚠️⚠️⚠️

NSFW content, straight Omegaverse, slight degradation, general yandere behaviour, fluff, dark, lying, breeding kink, kidnapping, reader with health issues mention of suicide a bit, cursing.. probably will edit later while writing

Recommended to read at late night away from parents eyes 🙇🏽‍♀️

That sentence it's that guy you saw talking to your boyfriend that night.

He was currently taking your pulses and cursing your boyfriend who is acting like a brat.

"See what have you done, Bastard. I suppose her waist is broken already "

You woke up throwing away his hands a sharp pain at your waist your weak figure again fell on the bed.

Your boyfriend who at past would force you see a doctor even if you're just having hiccups, now he stood there with a stern gaze not bothering to help you.

"Are you satisfied now?" He asked your boyfriend in the angry voice who answered in a surprising manner

"It doesn't concerns you how I treat my beta, you are called here to check her health, check it! Hand me the report and medicines go back "

They argued for about 10 minutes you sat silently.

"Fuck Yourself" Finally he went out the boy supposed to be called Thomas as you heard him being referred.

"Don't look at him, Bun" He pinched your chin making an eye contact with you

"If I get jealous it won't be good for you"

He caressed the bitten place of your neck with those fingers which were pinching your your sensitive places just some hours ago.

"We have not gotten all day bun, You are now my wife" He probably took your signature and fingerprint through some shady way.

"So be good wife go cook for your husband and then spread your legs like a slut ready to be taken"

The choice of his words no way you don't believe it's him, he would never degrade you like that.

You tried to act normal and say

"But my body is paining and all sore" But would get yanked by the arm to the kitchen getting thrown the floor.

Ordered to do what asked.

This went by even with the maids lined up you were required to do all the works who knows what type of punishment he is giving you.

Working like a maid whole day really too much for you, works supposed to be done by 20 maids had to be done by you alone. The maids bullied you instead of providing any help to the worst dumping dirty water on you, making you breathe smoke of dry leaves in which the doctor has specially told you to take care of. Someone was too busy to notice it.

Until the day you had enough, you body wasn't able to endure it more.

As he entered the room to find you waiting like other day. Today you welcomed him with a tight slap .

Unfortunately you underestimated his abilities as he grabbed both of wrists behind you.

"Someone has sure grown her guts back"

"Ah! Leave me.... Release me I said..."

"Why don't you love me?"

"No I don't. You are not Zen, he would have never treated me like this, he cared for me,he loved me" Tears streamed down your cheeks even being marked by this man you lowkey wished it's not him.

"He died bun, You killed him by your own hands" He gritted his teeth.

"What!?I can assure there is no way I would hurt him even unintentionally, I have been looking for him everywhere but no one is ready to help me find him"

You can't take it anymore .

"Never hurt me what a joke! You killed him... Me you killed me by your own hands intentionally when you left me to suffer in this cruel world all alone, acting like a saint who has given up so that I could get something better.... You never ever even a single second thought about me."

"What are you saying?"

"You may not remember but I remember it all,that hell of a life you left me alone even after promising to accompany me my whole life "

"Don't tell me he is also reborn" You thought in a worried expression

"Seems like I am not the only one to come back that expression of yours tells everything about your cruel mindset"

"but it's you who left me this time"

"So what would you even expect me, waiting for you to turn your back again? I was fighting against them alone trying my best to keep you with me for any price and it was you my strongest opponent"

He threw you on the bed cuffing your wrists and ankles..

"You should consider yourself lucky that I still haven't broke your legs and arms, Reflect yourself before it's too late"

He left you there while you sat on the bed in a blank expression.

Next day, wasn't the same anymore, you weren't required to work anymore .

Getting provided meals time to time every need taken care of but this wasn't enough to fill it all up.

You are not the forgiving Y/n right? Who craved revenge.

From the maids who lacked the simple empathy towards another fellow human, from your boyfriend who was so busy that he didn't saw his girlfriend suffering yet claiming that he has loved her all along.

You refused your meals making him punish the maids who were assigned for it.

You cursed at him tried to escape constantly said you would rather die than be with him. Do anything for him to get angry and kill you off. Ruining his important files throwing coffee over his white suit supposed to be wore during a important function. Everything literally everything you hated staying here in this world. Nothing was your own. It all affected you mentally . You grew dangerously silent.

He tried to cheer you up letting you go on a shopping date with Tara or may be taking you to dinner.

Cooking with his own hands but none seemed to work.

It was another day You just have been forcibly feed by him your lunch,and now he is peeling you some apples.

Both of you are sitting in garden with cherry blossoms falling down kissing you skin.

Spring is here.

"Bun" he called for you but you didn't respond in any way.

This has been a daily routine, he would drag you to the garden talk about his whole day. But never listened not answered.

Looking at the falling cherry blossoms you recall the day you both first meet in high school.

You the nerd girl and him the hot hunk.

From enemies to lovers today you are both strangers.

You close your eyes to feel the soft breeze .

You felt his arms around you body instead of struggling you let him back hug you. You were now too tired to fight him.

Too tired.

He made you your face turn his away softly kissing you cheek experiencing the sweetness he missed.

He lips transfer on to yours, you willingly part your lips allowing him entry.

That day you just let him do whatever he wants cooperating with him, you could feel the same gentle treatment like before, He is back the man you love.

He warmed the bed for you cuddling you to sleep singing slow and soft lubally and you slept like a little baby.

Why the hell is it full of my pictures?

#artists on tumblr #yandere engima x female reader beta #yandere #yander x reader #dark urge #fluff #breeding k1nk

[balleater]

i would Really love to know the story behind how the fuck ashton ended up with a clearly personalized magical +2 hammer

#critical role #ashton greymoore #im atleast 99% sure its +2 since their damage bonus while raging is +7 #i know its bc matt let them start with magic items and there might not be anything more to it #but i really want to know if theres an in game reason behind why he has it djskfnksnd #edit: if you saw that i straight up left out words in the sentence no you didnt <3

[bee0bub]

・꒷꒦︶ 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐆𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐓 𓂅◞

🧺﹗pairing : gojo satoru x gn!reader

‿︵ 2.6k words + fluffy fluff fluff + married au + theres one (1) girlboss joke anyone can be a girlboss ok + not edited/beta read pls (dont) trust my english skills

₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎🍵 : why did this take me a week to complete ok anyways this was inspired cause i saw this rlly cute froggy tea set on amazon and i want it pls

So you forgot your wedding anniversary.

It was just like any other day. Your husband wakes up, you wake up with him, you both prepare two plates of pancakes topped with chocolate chips for you and the standard blueberries for him, he quips about how adorable you look half-asleep in the morning, you exchange quick banter, shower shower, your dumbass forgets your towel so you have to scream at the top of your lungs for your husband to get it for you, you put on some clothes, exchange kisses and two of you are out the door. Except, it wasn’t like any other day. The calendar emphasized that for you.

Written in capital bold letters and encircled with an intimidating shade of pink reads “Wedding Anniversary!!”, the ‘i’ distinctly dotted with an adorable heart; a small habit that your husband, Gojo Satoru fell in love with. That wasn’t going to help you any longer, you just forgot one of the most important days of your life.

The last time you felt panicked over a bunch of words is when you almost sampled a box of rat poison instead of cornflakes due to the terrifying similarity of the box, and even a near-death experience couldn’t top the fact you forgot your wedding anniversary! What would Gojo think, does he feel invalidated right now? Does he think that you lost feelings for him- oh god, is he planning to file for a divorce?!

You quickly swat your terrifying thoughts out of your brain. Note to self: never be alone with your thoughts. Another Note to Self: your current and only agenda today is to buy a gift, stat. You just have to play it off like you actually remembered the occasion. This is good. You’re going to be good. No divorces today.

You scramble out the door, before stopping beside Gojo and giving him a cheeky kiss — as if you both were teenagers again. “Happy anniversary, honey. Your gift will come toni-i-ight.” You mumble against his lips, oh the ever intoxicating ones. Gojo chuckles at the double meaning, earning a soft jab on his shoulder from you. “Don’t be crass.”

“I’ll be waitiiiing!” You roll your eyes at the nonchalance of his voice before making a quick dash to your workplace. Your boss is brutal as fuck and he would throw you straight into the mouth of a volcano if you skipped just one day of work to buy an anniversary gift for your husband. From the mental calculations in your head, you had 9 hours of work, only leaving you 3 hours in the day for you to pick out a gift before the mall closes.

You were so desperate, you could just take any item within your reach. But you married Gojo fucking Satoru, and that man isn’t easy to please. Go figure.

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Yeah, Gojo was screwed. As soon as he heard the word “anniversary” leave your mouth, his brain immediately went haywire, tuning out anything but the strings of consonants and vowels you verbalized. Yup, this is the most fabulous time for his braincells to go out to lunch and make your sentences seem like jumbles and mumbles to Gojo’s ears. The “Out To Lunch.” sign is practically posted on his brain right now.

Uncharacteristically, Gojo’s ears only pick up the sentence, “your gift will come toni-i-ight”. He reacts coyly to the unintentional innuendo.

After you left for work, Gojo immediately teleports himself to the shopping mall not far from the house. He had no less than 5 hours before you returned home, which is a lotta hours. Gojo could just waltz in a jewelry store, buy a pendant that looks promising, wrap it and slap a half-assed written note on it. But hell, you deserved more than that. If he could buy the entire world for you, he would. You were his partner and he would rather kill himself than give you a half-assed gift.

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As soon as your boss dismissed the meeting, you immediately ran to the direction of the nearest shopping mall, thank god your work shoes also worked as running shoes. As you ran to the mall, you scourge through your bag for your wallet, hoping you had enough to buy an apt gift. What you saw in your bag was a good amount of cash.

What you didn’t see, however, is the fact that you were walking straight into the glass doors to the mall.

Sure, you did hit your head and grabbed a whole crowd’s attention along with two security guards who were about to call an ambulance, but hey! At least you didn’t hit the ground too hard. It took at least 3 minutes for you to regain your balance from the fall. The only thing you were worried about at that moment is that it’ll probably take you at least three years for you to regain your dignity. You kind of wished you actually lost consciousness and crossed the Styx right then and there due to the embarrassing looks and noises of worry from the bystanders.

Thank God Gojo wasn’t with you to experience your demise, he wouldn’t live that down for centuries.

Like a true girlboss, you balanced your stance and walked right inside the mall while trying to distract yourself from the throbbing pain on the back of your head. The bright lights of the building added more to the pain, but today’s agenda isn’t about that. You had to get a gift, stat.

Your eyes roamed the million shops and pop-up stores; Monocle, Gucci, Calvin Klein, Louis Vuitton — jesus, you might have to sell your soul to afford any of that. The mannequins dressed in posh outfits situated behind the big windows and the golden letters spelling out designer brand names dominated the mall, but you found a cute antique shop that displayed two grandfather clocks and 5 very creepy porcelain dolls on the window display.

Interesting.

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Never let Gojo go 5 feet near an arcade, because he will stay there for hours — probably a whole week if he could.

Gojo snickers to himself as he greedily watches the Flappy Bird machine spit out an endless line of tickets, all piling up on the arcade floor. Before he could make his grand exit as the Flappy Bird king, he puts his hand on some kid’s shoulder — also known as Gojo’s current and unofficial official arch nemesis, as if he’s not a married 28-year-old guy with a full-time job.

“Come to me when you beat my high score, kid.” He yammers, earning an annoyed whine and a string of complaints from the booger-picking, gum-chewing kid that has been watching and commenting on the sorcerer’s play for the past 38 minutes like a Let’s play Youtube video.

It was no surprise that as soon as Gojo warped into the mall, his first destination was — no, not a clothing store, or a jewelry store, or any possible store with a potentially exceptional wedding anniversary gift — but the arcade. For his own expense. The ultimate 3200-ticket prize looked really cool on the display window. Plus, you get to be on the Wall of Fame! Endless bragging rights!

The buckets of tickets spilling out of the brim and dangling like chains, which were owned by none other than your husband yourself, garnered jealous looks from each and every kid in that arcade. With those buckets, he was sure that he’d get the ultimate arcade prize and have a photograph of him hung up on the ‘Wall of Fame’. The arcade ticket collector counted Gojo’s tickets, much to their dismay since he obtained a lot of tickets, and came to the number of 1000. Not enough.

The catalog of prizes for 1000 tickets seemed okay; A Buzz Lightyear (correction: a Zap Lightmonth — an obvious rip-off of an iconic Disney character) action figure, a glow-in-the-dark fidget spinner, a tacky glitter phone case, and last month’s Bonny Wedding Fair magazine.

Oh fucjk. It dawned on him. He was supposed to get you a wedding anniversary.

Surely he can’t give you a glow-in-the-dark fidget spinner unless he wants to see the face of the Grim Reaper, you deserve better than that! Swallowing his pride, Gojo stuffs the piles of tickets in his front pocket (which surprisingly fits) and dashed straight out the arcade and enters the nearest store within his line of sight.

That being, an antique store.

Thank God the antique store was littered in tall bookshelves displaying different gizmos and trinkets that looked older than Gojo himself, forming aisles in the shop like a grocery store. Otherwise Gojo would find out that right now, you are at that same shop, and you both are looking for one thing because you both forgot it.

Yes, he is at the same shop you’re in right now. No, Gojo does not realize that he is quite literally an aisle away from you.

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Your head was still throbbing in pain from the fall you took outside the mall, leaving you unable to focus on getting a gift. At that point, you wanted to grab the 1960 Pin-Up themed calendar displayed on the wall and smash it on your head to prevent that stupid pounding on the back of your head. Realistically, it would add to the damage — you just really wanted to hit something.

It was like the Gods of Antique shops heard your desperate cries, because as soon as you whipped your head around to another aisle, your eyes are met with the cutest tea set you’ve seen in your life: a big ole froggy teapot accompanied with two tadpole mugs. Oh my stars, it was adorable.

It’s the perfect gift for Gojo, hell you even wanted it yourself.

You run to the direction of the adorable fucking tea set, almost throwing yourself onto the item so that you could grab it, purchase it and call it a day. You reach for the tea set, fingers itching to touch the glassiness of the frog teapot, except you couldn’t.

Right then and there, a customer snatched the tea set right before your eyes, as if you weren’t there. As if you weren’t the first person to see it.

Oh Lord, you’re not going down without a fight.

“Hi, uh, are you going to take that—“

“[Name]?”

Oh fuck.

Oh shit oh fuck oh fuck. That voice sounds so familiar. You didn’t want it to sound familiar. You were afraid that if you turn your head, you’re going to see — yep.

Your handsome husband, the blindfolded bastard himself, Gojo Satoru.

Okay, this is bad. You didn’t want to reveal that you had forgotten a wedding anniversary and is now buying a gift now, so you could just let Gojo purchase the tea set because it seems like he really wanted it. But at the same time, that gift was perfect. You didn’t want to let him go under the impression that you were buying a gift for yourself while remaining gift-less for him. You wanted to give the tea set yourself.

Little did you know that Gojo’s thinking the same thing for you, thoughts running wild as he devises a plan in his head on how to get the tea set. It was perfect and you knew that you’d be gushing over it like a little kid.

“Sa-to-ru!” You squeak, voice heightening after every syllable — a quirk that activates when you’re hiding something. “What are you doing here?!”

You didn’t mean to make the question sound so, panic-stricken. Like you were caught cheating on your husband or something.

“[Name]!!” Yeah, he was panicking too. “What are you doing here?!”

“I was just- buying a trinket, that’s all. The doll in the window looked really cool.”

You cried watching Annabelle. Gojo knew you weren’t a fan of dolls.

“That’s all? Okay, I’ll just be getting this-“ Gojo quickly reaches for the frog tea set as if he was about to “dibs” it before you screamed the most panicked “no wait!!” he’s ever heard.

“I was gonna buy that too.” You grit between your teeth as you place your dominant hand on the tea set, stacking your hand on Gojo’s.

“That’s too bad, because I saw it first.” He slowly pushes the tea set to his direction, like a chess grandmaster watching their opponent’s reaction as they move their pawn across the board.

“Cheater! I definitely saw it first than you!” “You’re the cheater, [Name] darling! Don’t make me pull out the domain expansion.” “You wouldn’t dare!”

“[Name], I need that tea se-“

Both your eyes drifted over to the mentioned tea set, before locking eyes with an empty space on the shelf. If it was a cartoon, the dotted silhouette of the tadpole mugs and the frog teapot would be blinking on the empty space like a neon sign. While you and your husband were fighting like children, someone that didn’t reach both your peripheral visions managed to ninja their way into getting the tea set for themselves. All that embarrassing bickering for nothing.

“Okay, this is getting childish.” You sighed. Honesty is the best policy they say, but what you were about to say may take down the entire relationship to dust and debris. “Satoru, I forgot our wedding anniversary so I went down here to get you a gift and I saw this teapot and- and I thought it was really cute and I wanted to give it to you mysel-“

Your rambles were quickly shut down by a tight hug from none other than Gojo himself. Usually, his form of shutting you up when you’d get carried away with your prattles is a trite kiss on the lips, but it seems like Gojo wants to switch it up today.

You hear a shaky, relieved sigh beside your ear as the arms snaked around your waist tightens consecutively. “Thank God.” “What do you mean?”

“I may have forgotten our anniversary too.” All of Gojo’s pride and even the sliver of confidence present in his voice thrown out the window. He could’ve just played it cool and acted like he’s the most aware person in the relationship, but that was all a lie. He didn’t want to make you feel bad, worse of all, he didn’t want you to overthink. It was true you were better than him anyway. “I also wanted to get you that tea set cause the frog looked like you.” “Hey!”

“Baby, it was a cute frog!”

Your giggles filled the air, making Gojo wish that he had a voice recorder to capture your adorable giggles and play it on loop. “So, that means you aren’t mad? For forgetting probably one of the most magical day of our life?” “Baby, of course not! We’ve been so swamped with work- I’m just glad you tried to find a way to redeem yourself.” He was right. You both were drowning in workload, so it was easy to forget things. Hell, the only way you kept track of what day it is in the week is from all the deadlines your boss practically threw at you. It was absolute hell.

“You’re right. God, I love you.” “Also, magical day of our life? You thought that me barreling down the stairs on our wedding day and you following suit is magical?”

You cackle at the memory of Gojo walking you down the stairs of the magical building that you both just married in, surrounded by all your family and friends, before he missed a step and practically threw himself onto the bottom of the stairs. His Infinity saved him from fucking dying but his hand was still vigorously wrapped around your wrist. And you had no Infinity. Thank God for Gojo Satoru’s back for cushioning your fall.

“I should’ve gotten you like, weighted boots or something.”

“Me too.” Both you and Gojo shared a look, remembering why you guys came to the mall in the first place. “Race you there.”

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[bluesora]

celebrating mother’s day with you

tsukishima kei ; sugawara kōshi ; oikawa torū ; kita shinsuke

headcanon ; fluff ; age up ; snippets of cuteness ; parenthood ; special edition — mother’s day

note: i’m not sure if i portrayed each characterization well but i just thought it’ll be fun to write one. after all, i was blessed to be born with loving parents and i just wanted to share the love i’m grateful for.

tagging: @forgetou @amjustagirl @yacoka @haikyuutothetop @luvnami ;; thank you for dropping these characters as i couldn’t decide who to write for. (of course it was more exciting without context)

ps. it’s longer than expected i’m sorry :’)

tsukishima kei

tsukishima isn’t one who would remember special occasions unless someone had schedule a plan in advance with him. when he wondered if he should do anything for you after hearing his colleagues whispering during break, his work got busier than usual so he had forgotten about it.

that was, until he realized he had ten missed calls from his son; which was odd because he weren’t one to call him so often.

“i was in a meeting, what hap—” before tsukishima could finish his sentence, his son interrupted him, “i bought mom’s favorite cake since you’re slow. hurry home or there’s none left for you,” the line was cut right after; which of course left poor tsukishima’s partner to deal with the aftermath. “tsukishima-san, about the report—”

“it must be so urgent that it needs my immediate attention even when i’m packing up right?” his words dripped of pure sarcasm despite the polite smile hanging from his lips. everyone could literally see the panic swirling in his partner’s pupil.

“i’m sorry!! good work today and see you tomorrow!!” it’s the weekend tomorrow, but tsukishima was too hung up on his son’s attitude to shoot another of his sarcastic reply.

you, on the other hand, were neither someone who would celebrate such occasion unless it was for birthdays or holidays. therefore, you didn’t really had anything in mind nor were you expecting anything as well.

when you finally reached home from a tiring day at work, you were definitely not expecting to see your favorite cake on the table while your son popped a party popper with a party horn in his mouth right beside you.

“happy mother’s day!” he tried to mumble out with the horn still in his mouth. you couldn’t help but chuckle at the unexpected surprise, dropping your bag on the counter just so you could hug him—one that he wholeheartedly hugged you back because tsukishima wasn’t around.

it took an hour for tsukishima to be home, a small bouquet of flowers in his hand when he walked over to where you and the cheeky lad was sitting. “oh! you didn’t have to though,” you smiled in surprise.

“dad’s just guilty he forgot about our promise and didn’t want to come home empty handed.” you chuckled at that, perhaps it wasn’t entirely wrong either but you still appreciate the sentiment. it was rare for him after all.

“those who break promises don’t get desserts.” he continued to press his dad’s buttons, only to see tsukishima loosened his tie with an expression he could not understand.

“oh, but that’s on your mom to decide if i’ll get one tonight or not.” you could feel your face heating up at your husband’s words, the tone and smile that dawned on his face was a look you knew oh so well.

“tch...i thought i hid it well.” of course, your clueless son didn’t know the true meaning of those words and thought the strawberry shortcake he bought for his dad was found out.

sugawara kōshi

sugawara would definitely plan in advance with the children. especially when they were the ones who excitedly wanted to do something for you.

“mama like animals! lets go to the zoo!” the middle child exclaimed with so much enthusiasm, sugawara could only chuckle at her adorable smile.

“you only said that because you wanted to go to the zoo, dummy.” the eldest one huffed, feeling proud that he saw through her obvious tactic.

it didn’t take long for the two to start crawling over each other in a fight while the youngest one giggled amusingly as if she was watching a performance. that was, until an insult was thrown at her so she joined in the fight to prove her worth.

“if you don’t stop now, we’ll be celebrating at home like how we did the past two years.” that immediately ceased all action, since they haven’t had the chance to go out together as a whole family thanks to your busy schedule.

“how about the park? the cherry blossoms have bloomed and mama likes going to the park!” of course, sugawara was fond of this idea. it’s been a while since there was a family picnic session.

and so on that very day in which you finally managed to take a day off, you weren’t expecting to be blind folded while having your children guide you to wherever you were supposed to be.

knowing how clumsy the trio could be, he wanted to accompany them as well but was outright rejected when they said they could do it themselves with so much confidence, he wasn’t sure who they got it from.

with their tiny hands, it took a while for them to tie the piece of cloth around your eyes, and even when they did, it wasn’t tied well enough so you could actually still see your footing (which saved you immensely from all the accidental knocks along the way)

after what felt like forever, you finally reached the park where they shouted ‘happy mother’s day’ in unison. you kind of already knew it’ll be a picnic from the soft grass beneath your feet and those fallen pink petals, but you were still moved to tears when you saw your children squeezed together into your husband’s arms while cute decoration and plates of food were spread between you and them.

“mama, try the cookie first! i made them myself!” the middle one was the first to break the silence.

“no! try my sandwich first, i’m the eldest!”

“so what if you’re the eldest? mama must be thirsty from walking so have my ultimate happy berry juice!” the youngest chirped with pride, as if her logic was a straight pass to winning.

you laughed at their competitive nature, which was oh so endearing at the same time. and it was obvious if you don’t decide soon, an all out food war was going to happen.

“before that, shouldn’t mama receive papa’s present first?” sugawara’s cheerful voice interrupted their little argument, and just before the youngest could ask what it was, her eyes was covered by the eldest son along with the middle one.

you couldn’t help but hit his arm in embarrassment when his lips met yours longer than it should’ve been.

“hey! that’s not fair, i didn’t get to see papa’s present,” your middle one sulked, only to be carried into sugawara’s arms as he peck her little cheek with a wink. “why don’t you ask mama what it was, baby?”

oikawa torū

it was supposed to be a big surprise where he came home earlier than the date he had told you. he even told the kids about it and they promised to make it a success (money was definitely involved to be honest)

“make sure you delay mummy at the grocery store long enough for me to set everything up in time.” he reminded his daughter time and time again, only to have her sigh at his impatience.

“i think i’m old enough to not forget something so simple dad. and please stop addressing mom like that, it’s creepy.” she cringed, wondering how you even deal with oikawa every day.

“dad, have you even baked a cake before? do you think you can get it done within an hour or maybe two?” his son asked the third time that day, which did irk oikawa with that tone of his.

“of course i can! are you looking down on me? it’s just a simple vanilla cake and some fruits on top. how hard can it be?”

of course, with every rhetorical question that pose a challenge, there would always be an answer exactly of what’s to be expected.

you, with no idea that your husband was making a mess of your kitchen, took your own sweet time at the grocery store since your daughter was there to help and it’s been a while since you had a mother and daughter bonding time.

“do you think your dad would like to have curry tomorrow? or should we just have hamburger steak?” you asked, still unsure of the menu for a celebratory dinner.

“i think he would like anything you cook, so don’t worry about it. dad’s always so happy to eat your homemade meals.” she answered with shrug, but you could tell she was happy to rely the same sentiment.

everything went smoothly and she did managed to stall your time with her longer than the agreed duration. that was, until she received a text from her brother saying dad’s cake was a failure and they should just get one outside; you two were already at the apartment lift when she read it.

“dad, i think you should just give up. they are already walking over from the—” oikawa having enough of his son’s constant nagging about how he should’ve just bought a cake instead, threw a whiff of flour to his son’s face without thinking.

and of course, which kid would not retaliate from that. the kitchen, which originally wasn’t as messy, turned into chaos of white fluff and sticky childish banter between the two.

you, not expecting to see your husband, was clearly surprise when you heard his voice by the door. the only excitement that came from that vanished the moment your eyes fell onto the state of your kitchen.

“happy mother’s day?” oikawa managed to choke out when he felt your growing presence with each step towards him.

“i’m sorry mom, it was my fault please don’t kill dad—” your son pleaded softly by the side, only to fell speechless when you threw yourself into oikawa’s arms instead.

“welcome home,” you greeted with so much warmth, oikawa couldn’t help but embraced you tightly as he replied, “i’m home.”

“mom? you’re not mad?” your daughter asked in disbelief when she brought the groceries – including the ones you dropped – over to the kitchen.

“mad? why would i be when you dad’s sleeping in the kitchen tonight.” you were so serious and certain, the two broke into fits of laughter as they ran from their father (which was fertile because they got caught immediately and was tickled to tears)

“why are you laughing when you two are having a sleepover with daddy tonight.”

“please dad, just stop.”

kita shinsuke

there was no surprises because kita’s way of celebrating was just regular activities but doing it together. which was honestly, what you love to do most since you don’t always get the chance of spending weekdays with your family often.

from preparing meals to visiting town, usually it would be done by kita himself. however, this time because of the special occasion, you took time off to accompany your husband while bringing your little ones along with you.

“mama here’s the carrot,” your little girl placed the orange vegetable on the chopping board before humming a tune while the other twin helped kita with picking the ends of the beansprouts.

“papa are we going to town later?” she beamed excitedly, hands still working on the tiny vegetable while her legs swung to the rhythm of her twin sister’s melody.

“yes, we are. do you have a place you want to visit?” he was done with his side so he continued onto the pile his daughter was removing.

“yes! we want to go to onigiri miya!” they both said at the same time, giggling right after when their father looked surprise.

“all right, let’s go after our lunch.” and everything went along smoothly with the little twins setting the table together while you and kita took turns to cook up the dishes. lunch was pleasant despite minimal words being exchanged since the twins were taught to not talk with their mouth full (and their mouth are always stuffed full)

while you and kita held hands with the twins walking hand in hand by themselves in front, the feeling of nostalgia seemed to tickle your bones at the memory of how you used to take long strolls with kita during your younger days.

“what’s wrong?” kita tugged your hand gently which snapped you back to reality when you realized you all have reached the store.

“nothing...i’m just grateful to be your wife and mother of two beautiful angels.” your smile had him press a fluttering kiss to your temple as he softly replied, “me too.”

“i see yer two are still as lovey-dovey as ever captain.” atsumu popped his head out from the entrance, both twins sitting comfortably on his arms as he carried them as if they were feathers.

“i’m not your captain anymore atsumu, but i see they both seemed to like you.” kita smiled at his two lovely dolls, one that atsumu have never seen much of because of his busy schedule.

“of course, who do you think i am? the better—” but before atsumu could even finish his flex, the two snapped their head over at the appearance of osamu in his apron. their hands immediately reaching out for the man to hug.

“uncle osamu!!” they squealed happily, trying their best to squirm out of atsumu’s grip.

“i guess not huh ‘tsumu,” osamu smirked at the annoyed twin, patting his hands dry before prying the little twins from his brother’s vice grip. of course, they both would fight over the kid’s affection. who wouldn’t right?

you watched the pair of twins in amusement with your head against kita’s shoulder as he wrapped an arm around your delicate frame. this too will be yet another moment kita would not forget, for he felt blissful to be their father and your husband.

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #hq x reader #hq headcanons #tsukishima kei #sugawara koshi #oikawa toru #kita shinsuke #tsukishima x reader #sugawara x reader #oikawa x reader #kita x reader #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff #tsukishima hcs #sugawara hcs #oikawa hcs #kita hcs

[wondersofdreaming]

Sex on Fire

Co-written with @radaofrivia​

Characters: AU Captain Syverson - Gynaecologist, dr. Syverson x female reader

Word count: 4.522

Warnings: NSFW! Smut, so smutty. Gamahuche. Licking. Bodily liquids. Fingering. Sucking. Hair pulling. Begging. And I’m out of whatever else there is, but I’m sure there’s more - let me know and I’ll add them XD

Author’s note: This story was co-written with the always gorgeous and incredible @radaofrivia​! She is the Brain to my Pinky! The Barney Rubble to my Fred Flinstone! My goddess Saga and my muse Erato! My drinking buddy and who will stay up till 4am with me to finish this story.

Please go enjoy her stories here:

Rada’s Masterlist

I do not own any characters in this short story, except the reader who is a figment of my imagination.

*Edit: The title was decided before I realised that it is a song by Kings of Leon. These two have nothing in common except for the title.

MY MASTERLIST

Sex on Fire Masterlist

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(Credit to original gif owner - if this is yours please contact me so I can give you proper credit)

The grey concrete building stood tall in front of you. You leaned your head back to see the top, but it was nearly impossible. All you could see were windows leading into the sky. A doorman in a black uniform stood by the entrance, watching whoever went in and out. He nodded his head with a stoic look in a greeting.

The lobby looked more welcoming than the outside building. There was a fireplace with three sofas surrounding it and a coffee table stacked with magazines. A few women were already sitting there, gossiping about the new dapper doctor that had rented the entire top floor.

You rolled your eyes and went over to the reception. A man stood to greet you with a smile, but he was talking to someone in his headset, which only took a few seconds before he hung up.

“I am sorry about that, how may I help you, miss?” he asked.

“I’m here for an appointment with dr. Syverson,” you said a little nervously.

“Ah, yes. I have a form you need to fill out,” he handed you a piece of paper and a pen, “The elevators are just right over there. Take it all the way to the 52nd floor. Another receptionist will be there to guide you further.”

You accepted the paper and went for the elevators. A chill went down your spine as the cold air from the air condition hit you. You pressed the button for dr. Syverson’s floor. An orchestral song started playing over the speakers. It wasn’t until you listened closely to the lyrics that you noticed it was ‘Nothing Else Matters’ by Metallica.

You closed your eyes, swaying to the beat of the soft drums. Lars Ulrich had been your celebrity crush as a teen, and you still listened to their older songs when you had a bad day.

The elevator doors opened with a loud ‘ding!’, pulling you out of your trance. Another receptionist stood at the opposite side. She looked up from the computer and smiled.

“Welcome to dr. Syverson’s clinic. Do you need help filling out the paper?” she asked nicely. You quickly scanned what you needed to scribble down. It was mostly your personal information and history of health.

“No, I think I can manage, thank you,” you smiled back.

“You can take a seat in the sofas, and when you’re done just fold it and put it in the mailbox, dr. Syverson will call you in, shortly,” she motioned to a black mailbox by the elevators that you had missed when walking past it.

You nodded and went for the sofas. The room was warm and comfortable with green plants everywhere. The sand-coloured leather sofas were softer than you expected as you sank down. You filled out the form and put it in the box.

Instead of sitting back down, you decided to walk over to the floor-to-ceiling windows and take a look at the impressive view of the city. Your eyes widened at how far you could see, all the way to the ocean, and if you squinted your eyes, you might have been able to see your apartment building, even the bar you had often been frequenting lately.

Dr. Syverson walked out of his office. He stretched his arms above his head, feeling a bit sore from having sat down reading his patients’ charts all afternoon. Now he just needed to check on his last appointment, before he could go home and enjoy an ice-cold beer.

His receptionist was packing her stuff, sending him a kind smile. The perks of working with his sister were that she didn’t try to seduce him, or leave her underwear in his white coat pocket like some of his patients tended to do.

He smiled back and looked around the room. His gaze landing on you. His first thoughts were not ‘oh there’s my patient’, no, his mind went straight to ‘YOWZA!’.

“Last patient for today, Luc. I’ll be leaving now, see you tomorrow,” he heard his sister say to him. She smacked his arm to get his attention. He was pulled back to reality, saying goodbye to her before walking towards you, changing his mindset from dirty to professional.

You gasped when a flock of seagulls flew by, making you take a step back and hit a wall. Except the wall had arms that grabbed your shoulders before you hit the floor.

“Whoah, careful there, miss,” a deep rough voice said. You looked up and saw a man with a trimmed beard, a soft smile on his lips, and a mischievous look in his cerulean eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” you choked out. You quickly remove yourself from his arms, first now noticing that he was wearing the white coat signalling he was dr. Syverson. And if that didn’t kick your brain in gear, then the name tag on his chest should do it. Dr. Lucas P. Syverson.

“It’s all good. This way, please,” he made sure you followed him to his office. The wall colour changed to a more soothing beige colour and was adorned with colourful paintings. You didn’t notice what they depicted before you stepped closer to one. It was of naked human bodies in various forms and shapes, very fitting for a gynaecologist’s office.

He had various books about his profession, but a few stood out to you. One had a peach on the cover and was written by dr. Syverson himself. You were impressed but wondered about the peach until you saw the title that made you blush deeply.

“How to eat a peach for dummies.”

He motioned for you to sit in the armchair, while he plopped down on the opposite one. He grabbed a chart from his desk and a pen.

“I’ve had a look at your medical history, and the…” Dr. Syverson looked down on the chart, “three gynaecologists that you have been referred to have written that you are in a state of good health. Well, we’ll see about that, I’m not too keen on some of these doctors you’ve had appointments with. They’re as old as Methuselah.”

You let out a peal of laughter. The joke having put you at ease with the doctor, who was smiling as you calmed down from your fit of giggles.

You were a little bit shocked by this doctor. Dr. Syverson was nothing like how you had imagined him. He couldn’t be over 40, with the extended educational schooling he would have had to go through. You remembered having read somewhere that it took at least 12 years to become a gynaecologist.

“Oh my gosh, they were. Another thing they had in common was that they would take a “quick” peek, not caring that I was screaming in pain, and then tell me that I’m healthy as a horse.”

Dr. Syverson sat back; his brow pushed together. You could practically hear the gears turning behind his forehead. He ran a hand through his beard, which made you notice that he wasn’t wearing a ring. If he wasn’t your doctor, you might have asked him on a date. Had you only met him at a bar instead of his office, and not being his patient. Damn it.

“There is definitely an issue we need to figure out here. I want you to know, miss that I plan on solving this mystery. Please, tell me in your own words what you think is wrong?”

You opened your mouth to explain, but all the sentences you thought of were too embarrassing to say out loud.

“Miss, you can say anything here. Nothing leaves these four walls, I promise you,” dr. Syverson tried to make you feel more comfortable with him with his gorgeous smile. His presence alone was putting you at ease. How did he do it?

“It burns when I’m penetrated,” you confessed.

“Penetrated how? During intercourse or masturbation?”

“I haven’t had sex since this happened. I can barely stuff two fingers in there,” you blurted, turning tomato red, confessing something so private to a total stranger, but it felt great to finally say it out loud, like a heavy stone being lifted from your shoulders.

“How about I take a look? Let me see with my own eyes that you’re ‘healthy as a horse’,” he quoted the old men, making you giggle. “You can leave your trousers and underwear on the bench, and have a seat on the table. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

The dashing doctor left the room while you removed your clothing. Feeling a little self-conscious, as you walked over to the gynaecologist table with the stirrups and sat between them, trying to cover your private parts with your shirt.

Dr. Syverson came back soon with a variety of scented candles in his arms.

“The smell of something nice usually helps my patients to relax a little,” he explained. He held them up for you to choose.

“This one,” you smiled and handed him the one called Ocean Mist.

“Nice choice, that one is my favourite,” the doctor grinned. He set the lit candle on his desk. The scent of a sandy beach and salty ocean soon filled the room. The doctor pulled the ultrasound machine towards you. You leaned back on the table inhaling deeply, willing your abdominal muscles to relax. The sounds of a guitar reached your ears. You watched as he set a portable speaker on the small table next to you.

“I hope you don’t mind a little music,” he said, smiling, while he put on a pair of bright orange gloves.

“I love Metallica, so please keep it flowing.”

“Can you guess the song I’m playing? Put your legs up here for me,” he patted the stirrups.

You lifted your legs, intensely listening to the instrumental version of the song.

“Is it ‘The Unforgiven’?” you asked.

“Correct, you’re good. This is going to be a little bit cold,” he squirted a large amount of gel on the ultrasound wand. He slowly inserted the rod inside you, pushing ever so gently. “How long have you listened to Metallica?”

You winced at the invasion but tried to keep your muscles from tightening around the smooth object. You didn’t see the set jaw on the gorgeous looking doctor. Your sweet scent was tickling his nose and making his mouth salivate by the thought of tasting you.

“Since I was a teenager. I’ve been to at least one concert per tour they’ve done,” you groaned in pain.

“I’m sorry, your right ovary is a little difficult to find. You’re doing great. Your left ovary is the epitome of health. Are you on any kind of birth control?” he asked casually, trying his best to make you feel safe around him.

“N… no… I…” your voice broke, and tears started streaming down your cheeks. Doctor Lucas quickly removed the wand, cleaned it and sat down next to you.

“It’s okay. Let it all out,” he told you softly. Concern for your well being was painted on his chiselled face.

“It’s just that… I haven’t had sex for years, YEARS doc. No man wants a broken woman, especially not a woman that cannot be penetrated without her screaming in pain.”

You babbled so much you forgot that you were in a gynaecologist’s office and not at a psychologist.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to blurt all that out,” you started to blush a crimson red.

Lucas fought hard not to pull you into his arms. His protective instincts were on high alert; he wanted to make you feel safe, make you feel loved. He was cursing the bastards who had hurt you. To him, women were the stronger sex, had to endure more pain than men. Women are precious, made to birth life, made to give love and be loved.

“It’s quite alright. You’ve had a rough time,” he patted your arm, the safest place to touch you and went to get up. “I’m going to feel around to see if there’s something I’ve missed with the ultrasound. What other bands do you listen to?”

You watched as doctor Syverson slapped on another pair of gloves and squirted a smaller amount of gel on his finger, on his long thick finger. You were practically drooling by watching him prepare to examine you.

“Eh… I listen to a little bit of everything,” you said. You laid back down and draped an arm over your eyes. Watching the handsome doctor working was becoming too much for you. He was stirring feelings inside you that you hadn’t felt in a long time, and not in this form or quantity. You had taken a look at his well-proportioned ass when he walked out earlier, and his black trousers did very little to hide his hefty package.

“I’m sorry, but, again, this is going to be a little cold. What was the last song you listened to?” he warned.

It was an erotic scene, watching him standing between your legs, one hand on your belly, while the other was about to enter your most sacred place. You felt him enter. A soft moan escaped your lips.

Lucas’ ears perked. He hadn’t expected to hear that sound coming from your full lips. Had he heard correctly? The little vibration from you sent a jolt straight to the beast he was trying to keep dormant. This wasn’t the first time a woman had moaned while he examined them, but you were different. Another sweet sound reached his ears. You were so responsive to his touch, so open, so reactive. His mind was racing, but one word kept popping up, more.

You had forgotten how to speak, how to form sentences, how to communicate. You could only feel.

“Miss?”

“Hmm?”

“The last song? You listened to,” he didn’t mean to sound so tense, but he had to distract himself, his treacherous mind, he needed to keep the small-talk going, to break the silence. He wanted to kick himself in the balls for thinking about you, while he was fingers deep inside you. His compassionate instinct was winning over his lust.

Stop it, Lucas! You’re a professional. You cannot mess up! You CAN NOT fuck this up! She needs your help. Lord, give me strength.

“Oh...” you murmured, coming back from whatever universe he had sent you to with his finger technique, “Ehm, before the Metallica song in the elevator, I listened to ‘What’s Your Country Song’ by Thomas Rhett.”

“That’s a great song. I like country music.”

“I wouldn’t have guessed you as a country kinda g… GOD!!!” you gasped as he curled his finger, touching the spot.

You released a louder sinful sound, a sound that hadn’t left your lips in a very long time. Lucas watched as your chest was heaving, gasping for air. The room was suddenly suffocating him. He felt like he was burning up from the inside. His breath was hitched, and he couldn’t form a coherent sentence. Why did you have to sound like desire itself?

“Does it hurt when I do this?” he asked, his voice lowering an octave and reduced to a velvety whisper. He hooked his finger once more, listening intensely to the sounds escaping you.

You couldn’t take it anymore. Your eyes rolled back in your head. You lifted your hips, moving your pelvis closer, needing more friction, needing to feel him deeper inside you.

Fuck!

He was watching you, vehemently. A fire was burning deep in his groin, heck even his eyes were flaming. His shoulders moved fastly up and down as he was heaving in the air through his parted lips, he needed oxygen, he needed to control himself. He was scolding himself for feeling like a horny teenager.

“This is… wrong,” he said in a panic. He moved his hand away from you. You wrapped your fingers around his wrist in a fierce grip.

“Please…” you begged, “please don’t stop. I… I haven’t felt like this in a long time. Please, Lucas… I need you… I need you to finish this.”

He could hear the need in your voice. He could smell your arousal. You were clawing your nails into his skin. The look in your eyes was clear that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. The same eyes were shining with unshed tears, begging him for release, and the sound of his name from your lips was making him so close to breaking his resolve.

“I… can’t… you’re my patient,” he groaned, his forehead showing the concerned lines of wrinkles, which made him look even more desirable.

“Can’t you make an exception? Just this once? Please...”

Lucas ran a gloved hand through his short-cropped hair. He turned away from you, needing support for his shaky legs he leaned against the back of his office chair. He was thinking about it, really thinking about it.

“Please, doll. Don’t test me. I’m standing on the edge, and I’m this close to jumping in with both feet. I can lose my career, and I don’t want you to regret this tomorrow.”

You watched as his shoulders sank. You moved off the examination table, pulling the hem of your shirt down to try to cover your nakedness.

“I’m sorry, dr. Syverson. I… I didn’t mean to put you in such a precarious situation,” your voice was small. Your gaze firmly on the wooden floor beneath your feet, you felt so ashamed to have tried to seduce your gynaecologist, who was only trying to help you. Lucas turned around to the sound of your voice breaking, and a little saddened that you started calling him his title again. Your cheeks flushed, your arms wrapped around yourself. You gathered the courage to move towards your clothes.

“Damn it!” he cursed. He moved towards you with the speed of lightning before you could take a single step. His large muscular frame wrapped around you, your head was laying on his chest, listening to the racing of his heartbeat.

“Say ‘you’re fired’,” he ordered, his voice husky and commanding like some kind of army captain, but it was also desperate. Desperate for you not to leave him. Craving your touch. Desiring, longing, yearning, lusting for you. 

Your eyes widened in shock as you processed his words. He heard you gasp as you realised what he was saying.

“Dr. Syverson… you’re fired,” you whispered seductively, although a little shaky too. You watched as the sweet and calm doctor changed before your very eyes.

He clashed his lips with yours in a hungry kiss. He was starving; his only thought was to taste you that was his only goal. Your scent had been making him insane; famished was more correctly described.

While holding you in his arms, he made you move backwards until your bum found the end of the exam table.

His kisses were desperate, and so were you. Your heart felt as if it was about to beat out of your chest. Your breathing was shallow. It was going to happen; it was really going to happen.

He lifted you up and made you sit on the exam table. He parted your legs and went to stand between them. He cupped your face between his warm palms, leaning down to kiss you again. He kissed your jaw and all the way to the shell of your ear.

“Please, don’t regret this,” he whispered and went to touch his forehead against yours.

“I want it, even more than you do,” you answered breathlessly.

With your consent, there was no turning back now.

He devoured your mouth while his hands roamed all over your body. He unbuttoned your blouse while you shoved his white coat to the floor. You pulled at his button-up, buttons were flying everywhere. He shoved your shirt down your shoulders and off your arms before he threw it somewhere behind him. You ran your hands up and down his hairy chest, wanting to feel all of him, not the doctor, but the fine specimen of a man that he was.

He removed your bra with a flick of his fingers. Slowly revealing your breast to him. Your nipples two hard buds, waiting for his mouth to suck, lick, bite, whatever he wanted to do.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered. His voice was desperate, so filled with lust, but also something oh so sweet.

Lucas moved his lips down your collar bone. Feasting on your breast, nibbling at your skin, before he finally went to town with your nipples. With the first touch of his tongue on your left breast, while he pinched the right, you let out a loud guttural sound. Just him playing with your bosom was about to send you over the edge. The coil in your belly was so close to snapping.

“More… Please, Lucas, more,” you whimpered, pushing his head to the place where you needed his mouth the most, right between your thighs.

You heard him chuckle. He gently pushed you down, making sure you were comfortable before he hooked your legs over his shoulders for better access to your glistening desire.

“Fuck…” you mewled. The sight of the mountain man between your legs, the growing bulge in his dark trousers was so erotic you were about to combust. Your sex was on fire.

“Your body is divine, bug. It was made to be worshipped. I want to make the pain go away,” he said softly.

You didn’t get to say a word as his tongue ran along the seam of your wetness, making you shutter from the first contact. His tongue was wide and long, his mouth blowing hot air as he sucked your lower lips gently.

That tongue of his was everywhere, inside you, lavishing you, adoring every centimetre of your flushed skin. You lifted your head to watch him working you into a frenzy, right as he sucked his index finger into his mouth, coating the digit with his saliva.

The pleasure that he was giving you was overwhelming. The moment he pushed his finger inside your womanhood, was like nothing you had felt before. His finger was warm, and it was a whole different feeling than when he was gloved. His tongue darted out to play with the glistening pearl hiding between your lips, sucking in his finger. Your wetness allowed his movements to be smooth and easy, in and out, and he found that spot that made you howl in ecstasy.

“Luc… I’m… I’m so close… FUCK!”

The coil broke, snatched, ripped apart. You weren’t pushed over the edge, you were shoved, hard, and the pleasuring waves kept coming and coming. It felt as if your orgasm was never-ending. You never wanted to come down from that high. It was addictive.

You released your hold of Sy’s head from your thighs, not having noticed you had trapped him. You were panting hard, trying to catch your breath after the tsunami of an orgasm the doctor had given you.

Lucas’ palm covered your cheek, wiping the tears that had fallen from your eyes.

“Did I hurt you, doll?” his face scrunched in concern.

You shook your head, no.

“No… that was the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced.”

The smile on Lucas’ face was breathtaking. He was beaming with pride. You watched as he leaned back, noticing he was still wearing his trousers. The apparent bulge in his abdominal area looked painful.

You moved to sit up, motioning for him to stand.

“I want to return the favour,” you told him, unzipping his trousers. You were gentle, as the tent grew more extensive, the more you released his manhood from its confinement. You helped him out of his black boxer briefs and came face to face with the finest cock you had ever laid eyes on. You were drooling, licking your lips, dying to taste him.

“You don’t have to, angel,” he groaned as your tongue darted out to taste the precum leaking from the tip, hearing him growl, a sound coming from deep inside him.

“Please let me, Sy,” you pleaded, taking his length in your hand. You looked up to see Lucas nodding slowly. He groaned in acceptance.

You ran your tongue over your palm to lubricate it. Lucas’ eyes widened to the size of teacups. His cock jolting in excitement, his heart skipping a beat at the erotic scene happening right before him.

One hand touched his hips, moving to the small of his back, to have a grip on his ass, pushing him closer to your face. He filled your hand beautifully with his hardness, yet he was still soft to the touch of your palm. You started moving your hand up, slowly, hearing his gasp was turning you on even more than you already were. You smeared the clear precum around the glans with your thumb. Delicately wrapping your mouth around him. Your lips were stretched to max capacity, a voice in the back of your mind was telling you that you had to be careful not to lock your jaws, but then again you had a doctor right in front of you if the situation should happen.

You languidly moved his member further into your warm mouth, coating him with your saliva. Your tongue gliding over the tip. Lucas released a low moan that sent vibrations through his body. He lifted his face towards the ceiling. Your hand left his ass, moving down his thighs, tickling the backside of his knee, before travelling up the inside of his thigh and gently cupping his balls.

“Fuuuuuuck…” he guttered. You sucked the part that could fit in your mouth in synchronicity with your hand’s movement. He felt the tightening deep within his testicles. The hitching in his breath notified you of his coming release. You led his hands to your scalp, letting his fingers fisting your hair, before giving him a sultry look with his cock in your mouth.

He was grunting hard as he set the pace, while you did your best to keep up with him. Moving his hips, chasing his release inside your mouth. You relaxed your throat, letting him take over. You wanted so much to please him. 

“Fuck, sunshine… I’m so close,” he growled.

“Come in my mouth,” you uttered. It was like something within him snapped the minute you voiced the words. He moved faster, harder, rougher. Until you felt the first spurts of his seed hitting your palate. You swallowed everything he spilt and then licked him clean.

Sy fumbled with his office chair as he sat down with a satisfied hum and pulled you to sit on his lap.

“That was amazing,” he smiled at you, kissing the tip of your nose, your cheek, the corner of your mouth and lastly a lingering kiss on your reddened lips.

“Glad you approve,” you grinned back, “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“About those books,” you pointed towards the books you had peeked at earlier.

“Theses I had to write for med school.”

“Tell me about them while you rest for round two.”

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our secret moments in a crowded room

Jily (James Potter/Lily Evans), minor Wolfstar (Remus Lupin/Sirius Black)

My entry for the September Jily Challenge! @jilychallenge

Prompt: I tripped on the red carpet and you caught me

Partner was the amazing @kates836! Thank you for being an amazing partner!

In a fake PR relationship with Severus Snape, Lily can’t help be distracted by the real person who has her heart. 

Word Count: 4,077

Read of Ao3     Masterlist

The car took a sharp left and Lily tried to stabilize herself so she didn’t touch Severus, who was sitting beside her. She made eye contact with Mary, who was sitting in the passenger seat. Mary shot her the millionth apologetic look.

Lily glanced back down at her phone, just in time to see a reply to the picture that she had sent of her in her dress.

Ahdjsfhkjdsf I can’t breathe. How dare you send this to me right before I walk out on the red carpet.

She smiled widely down at her phone.

I don’t know how I’m going to function with you that close and can’t do anything about it.

She smiled faltered for a second, because yeah, that was truly going to be torture for her too.

I’m about to go out. I can’t wait to see you.

Lily bit her lip before typing a reply.

If you think this dress looks good on me now, wait until you take it off.

The message bubbles appeared instantly and Lily’s smile turned smug.

You shouldn’t have said that. I’m going to think about it all night now. Love you

Love you too

She locked her phone and handed it to Mary, who would be holding all of her personal items for the rest of the night. Severus sighed deeply beside her and Lily tried not to roll her eyes.

If Lily had it her way, she’d be arriving with a very different date. But Lily didn’t have a choice. What the studio wanted, the studio got. Including a semi-fake relationship with her co-star, Severus Snape.

They had just finished filming the final season of their wildly popular show, The Hollow Hour. The show definitely didn’t need this kind of press to be successful, but Lily still didn’t have a choice in the matter, considering she had already booked a leading role in another one of their shows.

On-screen, Lily and Snape played Tara and Gideon, characters who had been in love since they were children and fighting in a war where they possibly wouldn’t make it out. Off-screen, Lily could hardly stand the presence of Snape.

It didn’t start out that way. When they’d first met, Lily had thought he was pretty cool. The show had been her first big break, as she had only done television guest appearances before then. Snape had a few movies under his belt, one of which was super popular. Their friendship had started out as his kind of giving her direction when it came to the whole fame thing.

Then, it got a little invasive. He would just be in her trailer, coming in without knocking. He started asking for more date-like hangouts. His disgusting political beliefs started coming out through their conversations and his apparent hatred for their co-star, Remus Lupin because he was openly gay. And he started acting as she owed him something, especially since the show took off.

The rumors had started before Lily realized that Snape was the creep that he was. People saw them pining on screen and going out for the occasional drink after a long day when Lily could still stand him and suddenly, people thought they were in love.

It had been a real nuisance in Lily’s life. Every interview, she tried to squash the rumors, whereas Snape would encourage them. It didn’t help that the show got popular, like really insane amounts of popularity. The character shipping took a sharp left turn into people shipping them.

Snily, they called them. From fanfiction to edits and art to covers of glossy magazines. It was everywhere. No matter if Lily was doing interviews from one of her movies, they would ask about Snape.

And since Lily was some sort of a masochist, she knew exactly what the fans thought of their relationship. They thought Lily denied the relationship because she was very private about her life, and Snape would never say it outright because he wanted to respect her but also wanted the world to know that she is his.

It didn’t help that Snape had accumulated a very dedicated fanbase. Like worship-the-ground-he-walked-on kind of dedication. To the point where Lily would get occasional death threats because she was “hurting him by denying their relationship.”

They never seemed to believe Lily when she said no, much like Snape and their studio. Lily couldn’t flat out deny the relationship in interviews anymore until after the final episode. It made her want to dry heave.

The car was slowing, and Lily could hear the buzz of fans and reporters. They were in the queue now for the red carpet. Mary unbuckled and twisted around in the seat, doing a final check of Lily’s hair and make-up.

Lily smoothed down her green satin dress, her legs bent awkwardly to not crease the dress and also not puncture the fabric with her stiletto pumps. Lily’s after-party dress was hanging up in the back, but Lily didn’t know if she was actually going to attend.

It had taken her a long time to feel beautiful at these types of events. Being considered plus size in this industry felt like a death sentence, especially since Lily refused to play the “funny fat friend” or anything like that. But she felt good tonight, especially with the way it hugged her curves and the bit of cleavage showed.

Severus looked like himself, just in a suit. His greasy hair was covered in dry shampoo and tucked behind his ears. He turned towards Lily and smiled like a cat who got the cream.

“We could make this real, you know?” he said, for probably the millionth time. “You and I would work.”

Lily tried not to crinkle her nose in disgust. “Severus,” she said. “You know I have no interest in that.”

There had been many times where Lily wished she could speak her mind and rip him a new one, but she could not get branded as a diva. So, she played off these uncomfortable moments with a laugh and polite words, even when she was telling him no for the millionth time.

She saw the corner of his lips turn down in a slight frown and averted her eyes to stare straight ahead.

The voices outside got louder and suddenly the car was stopping. Mary jumped out of the car quickly as Lily unbuckled. Moody, Lily’s driver, and bodyguard, also got out quickly to open Lily’s door.

She had to take Moody’s hand to step out. She wobbled when she shifted her weight to her high heels but quickly corrected herself. She was going to have blisters for weeks after tonight. Mary appeared from the other side of the car, hands already straightening Lily’s dress.

They were covered from the cameras here, so no one saw Mary make sure Lily’s breasts were firmly taped into the dress. The low cut of the dress required her boobs to be placed perfectly and one slip would probably cost Lily her career. That’s why Lily had Mary, her best friend since they were children and who now worked as her PA. The back of the dress was practically nonexistent and her long auburn waves tickled her with every movement.

Mary quickly batted away one of her dark coily curls that snuck out of its bun before giving Lily a once over.

“You look gorgeous,” she said, smiling. “He’s not going to want to take his eyes off of you.”

Lily gave her a real smile and a quick hug before stepping away to get around the car where Severus was surely waiting. She already had her red carpet smile on and tried not to pay attention to the up and down look Severus was giving her.

Severus reached out his arm to escort Lily, but Lily walked past it. They said they had to arrive together, not actually walk together. Mary let out a snort of laughter as she followed Lily out to the carpet—to walk with Lily but hidden away.

The lights were blinding as Lily walked out on the carpet. Cameras flashing every second, people yelling questions at her. Lily was now a pro at this, after so many years of practice. The screams intensified, signaling Snape was now making his appearance.

Lily moved slowly down the carpet, making sure her smile stayed in place. Towards the end of her walk, Snape did sneak up on her, wrapping an arm around her waist taking extra care to let his fingers drag against her bare skin. She fought to not recoil away from him.

She smiled and laughed though she wanted to push him away.

The entrance to Royal Albert Hall was full of reporters and cameras. Lily never really minded this part of the red carpet because most of the time it was just questions like “who are you wearing?” or the occasional fun game with whatever fledgling media company had weaseled reporters in.

Lily was heading towards the first available reporter, a young woman who was smiling widely as Lily approached. But a familiar head of dark curls caught her eye, and she couldn’t help the way her attention turned immediately that way.

It had been six weeks since her boyfriend of three years had touched her. Six weeks since she had felt the indentation of him next to her in bed, felt his warmth, had him within her fingertips.

And James looked so good, it made Lily want to pull him away and find the nearest secluded spot. The way his tailored suit hugged the angles of his body, the body that she knew like it her own.

She could feel her heart start pounding in her chest, and she hoped the cameras weren’t picking up the way her hands were shaking.

“Lily Evans!” the young reporter cheered. “How are you on this fine evening?”

“I’m doing great,” Lily said, smiling and resisting the urge to look at James.

“So, you arrived with rumored beau and co-star, Severus Snape,” the reporter cheered. “Care to confirm anything?”

Lily fake laughed. “We just carpooled. Better for the environment.”

The girl’s face tightened a bit, but the reporter knew better than to press.

Lily answered her questions with ease. Who was she wearing? Did she feel good about her role as a presenter? What was she going to do after the final season of The Hollow Hour?

Once the interview concluded, she turned to go to the next reporter.

But there was James, looking at her with a slight smile on his lips. His dark brown eyes did a quick once over of her, appraising her every curve quickly. And goddamn, he wore his glasses instead of his contacts, reminding Lily of the quiet moments in her flat where they were tangled together, his glasses pushing into her face. His normal frizzy curls were more defined thanks to whatever hair product his stylist made him use. His brown skin was as flawless as ever, glowing in the camera flashes in the fading day.

It couldn’t have been more than a moment where their eyes met, but it was enough to thoroughly distract Lily to the point of missing the small bump in the carpet. Her shoe caught and the sensation of falling happened before she felt strong arms catch her.

“Are you okay?” James asked as Lily’s world steadied in his arms, the concern in his eyes.

Lily felt her cheeks redden, both from the embarrassment of tripping on the red carpet and the fact that she was in James’s arms. She nodded but when she stepped back, her right shoe gave out.

She moved away from James’s arms, but took his hand, their fingers clasping each other, to keep her balance as she lifted her dress up to see the heel completely snapped off.

“Well, that’s great,” she said with a laugh. James laughed with her. She wobbled for a second and James’s hand grabbed her side to steady her, his fingers making her burn.

Lily couldn’t help but smile softly at him as Mary appeared, getting on her knees in front of Lily, urging her to turn slightly. She let go of James’s hand and used his shoulder to keep her balance as Mary undid the straps on Lily’s shoes. Mary, who was definitely getting a raise after this, took off her own black kitten heels and gave them to Lily.

She was now several inches shorter and her dress dragged a bit on the ground, but it was better than no shoes at all.

“I owe you my life,” Lily told Mary, who smiled in response. Lily didn’t miss the way she gave James a glance and then a teasing smile back to her. She turned back to James. “Thank you so much.”

“No problem,” he replied. “I’ll see you around?”

She wanted to say that she would see him tonight, preferably with no clothes, but she just smiled and nodded in response.

As she let go and James stepped away, the last thing on her mind was the cameras catching every moment.

~~~

To Lily’s detriment, her manager had called Mary to tell Lily that she had to be seen at the after-party with Snape.

Lily tried not to recoil at Severus’s hand on her lower back as he led her to the after-party. The cameras were blinding against the darkness of the night, but Lily let herself be led into the venue, Moody doing his best to push back against the raging crowd.

The venue only had a few selective members of the press inside, but it was little enough that it put all the celebrities at ease. There was no real food, just snacks because seeing your favorite movie star get sloshed would sell magazines and get them trending on Twitter.

Lily’s stomach growled. She couldn’t remember the last full meal she had.

Severus kept a firm hand on her back. She smiled and laughed at the right times as they talked with winners from the night. A live band started and Lily’s ears rang with the loud music. She kept knocking back glasses of champagne because at least the buzz would take the edge off the hungry looks in Severus’s eyes and make her not recoil when he tried to whisper in her ear.

Her saving grace came in the form of Remus Lupin somewhere south of midnight.

She came back from the loo and purposefully walked away from where she knew Severus was waiting. The alcohol was thrumming through her veins, and she felt light. Her shoes—or Mary’s shoes—had been kicked off long ago, and she was stumbling through the crowds of famous people.

Remus stood at the picked-over snack table, probably looking for any scraps of leftover chocolate. He had been Lily’s co-star since day one and her favorite to boot. Severus hated him, mostly because Lily liked him more, but also because he was openly gay and in a long-term relationship with the model, Sirius Black, who Snape also hated.

Remus had been the reason she and James met. She also knew that where Remus was, Sirius wasn’t far, and if Sirius wasn’t far, neither was James.

And she wanted to see James more than anything.

“Boo,” she said, poking Remus’s side. The man jumped, almost dropping his chocolate-covered strawberry.

“Bloody hell, Evans,” he said. Lily laughed, already feeling better. She clumsily picked up a biscuit and took a bite.

“How’s your night been going?” she asked. Remus let out an amused huff.

“Same old, same old,” he said. “You?”

Lily didn’t respond and Remus laughed, knowing exactly how her night had been going. They grabbed a few more snacks and Lily proceeded to follow him, hoping that he would lead her to the person she needed to see.

James was sitting at a table across from Sirius, and Lily’s heart immediately started beating rapidly. His suit jacket and tie were gone, just leaving him in his tight white button-up. The top buttons were undone, hinting at his chest that Lily knew better than the back of her own hand.

The sluggish haze of the alcohol in her system reminded her of when they first met. It had been at The Hollow Hour season one wrap party, and Remus had invited James and Sirius. He had caught her eye from across the room, the curly black hair and glasses were a dangerous combination for Lily, especially with the dark jeans that had hugged his very nice arse. She was so nervous that she had had to take a shot before she walked over to have Remus introduce her.

She had taken him home and when she woke up in the morning, recovering from the best sex she had ever had in her life, she found him making breakfast for her.

He stayed the whole weekend.

Then they texted non-stop and started having dates, sitting in Lily’s apartment with take-away and cheesy movies.

And here they were, three years later, hopelessly in love, and pretending that they weren’t because her stupid television show needed promoting.

It hadn’t been meant to be a secret for so long. In the beginning, they just wanted to figure each other out without all the press breathing down their necks. It’s just how it all happened.

It wasn’t like the important people in their lives didn’t know. Their parents and most trusted friends did. And they already decided that once the whole thing with Snape stopped, they were going to go public because they wanted to move in together and finally go on real dates.

Lily saw the way he perked up when he saw her. A small smile on his lips, his shoulders moving back. There was a moment when Lily could have sworn that there were no other people in the room until someone bumped into her.

She slid into the booth beside him, not caring about how dangerous that was, especially when their legs touched.

“Hey,” he said, his deep voice tugging at her in a way she missed while he was gone.

“Hey,” she replied. She could tear her eyes away from him and she didn’t know if she wanted to, either.

“Bloody hell,” Sirius said, not even jarring the couple. “Get out of here before you start shagging on the table.”

James raised his eyebrows in question, which Lily answered with a smile. He reached down for his pockets.

“I’m texting Moody,” he said.

Anticipation pooled in her stomach and as she grabbed another biscuit to eat because it was something to do, her hands shook. James placed his hands on Lily’s thigh and she couldn’t think of anything else until he leaned over and told her that Moody said it was all clear.

Even in her drunk state, she located her shoes and practically sprinted to the back door where Moody was waiting.

There were a few paparazzi pictures taken as Lily quickly hopped into the back of the SUV and Moody got into the driver’s seat. He handed her her small bag that had her phone in it that Mary had been carrying. She was too excited to even get her phone out as Moody did two laps around the block before pulling right back into the same spot.

The second James jumped in and the door was closed, Lily was on him. She grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him to her, meeting their lips in a deep, but sloppy kiss. Lily kicked her legs up onto his lap and pulled him down as laid down the best she could in the back seat. James laughed a little against her lips, causing Lily to pull away and laugh too.

“Next year, we’re going to this together,” she said, opening her eyes to see him in whatever light that shone in from the windows. She got flashes of his eyes and his wide smile as she sat up, still keeping her legs on her.

“Absolutely,” he replied, pressing a light kiss to her lips. “And we’re going to still traumatize Moody on the way home.”

Said man let out a snort. “No, I’m getting a divider.”

Lily barely remembers the rest of the car ride and getting to her flat. All she remembers is the taste of James’s lips and the feeling of his hands on her.

~~~

The blaring noise of a phone call is what made Lily wake up. She jumped violently, kicking James in the process, who let out a pained groan as Lily disentangled herself from him to be able to reach her nightstand to turn off the god-forsaken ear-splitting sound.

Her hand smacked into the nightstand, but her phone wasn’t there. She realized it must be James’s.

She nudged him and he groaned, but she could feel him move around in the bed. Finally, it stopped and James spoke.

“Hello?” he fell silent. “What are you talking about?”

Lily, who was already falling asleep again, opened her eyes at his tone and suddenly, he was shaking her.

“I’ll call you back Sirius,” James said as Lily sat up.

He hung up the call and threw his phone down on the bed. He tugged at his hair as Lily watched him with wide eyes.

“They know about us,” he said.

“What?” Lily exclaimed, reaching for his phone.

She typed in the passcode and saw the million phone calls from his manager and publicist. She opened Twitter, and right there, trending number one, was a still of James’s arm around her when she broke her shoe.

"Lily Evans, caught in a love triangle."

"Actress Lily Evans and actor James Potter are rumored to have left the BAFTA after-party together despite Evans arriving with Severus Snape."

She clicked on the first article while her stomach soured.

"Lily Evans and Severus Snape have long been rumored to have been dating, but last night’s events have seemingly squashed the rumors for good."

The article went into detail about the rumors between Lily and Severus, before finally getting to last night.

"James Potter, actor, best known in his role on the popular historical drama "Mountainside Valley', was able to catch Evans on the red carpet when her shoe broke. The footage from the cameras that were rolling by the pair has been released.

According to sources, the two are familiar with each other. Lily’s co-star, Remus Lupin is both friends with Potter and is even dating his adoptive brother Sirius Black, so we can speculate that they have met before. Based on the videos, they do seem to be familiar with each other.

What really solidified the relationship between the two actors comes from an unknown source who attended the after-party. 'She sat next to him and then a few minutes later, they left.'

Fans seem to be having a lot of mixed reactions to Evan’s alleged actions.

@snapewife45346 wrote: 'ALL LILY HAS EVER DONE IS HURT HIM. HE NEEDS TO LEAVE HER ASS FOR GOOD!!'

@snnnily394 on Twitter wrote: 'i don’t think it’s true. She would never do that to him.'

@taraisgod wrote: 'They have never said they’re in a relationship, you all are just projecting. Let her be happy!!'

@mountainbaddie wrote: 'Evans UPGRADED'

Lily set down James’s phone, unable to do anything else. She met his eyes and took a deep breath.

Her gut reaction was that it sucked. It sucked that they didn't come out on their own terms. The studio was probably pissed, or maybe they thought the bad press was good press.

But as she looked at James, sitting beside her on his side of the bed, the bed he only rarely got to occupy these days, she realized that maybe it was a blessing.

“We could deny it,” James said, a frown tugging at his lips. “Say that we’re best friends if you think that’s what the studio would want.”

Lily shook her head. “I don’t want you like a best friend. I don’t want to deny myself of you anymore.”

He smiled, soft and sweet. Lily yanked the bedsheets off of herself and crawled over to him, straddling his legs. She was only wearing a pair of knickers and one of his t-shirts. His hands immediately snuck up the shirt and caressed her hips, his thumbs teasing her panties.

“Joint statement?” he asked, as Lily leaned in. She kissed him soundly.

“In a minute,” she said, kissing him again.

#jilychallenge #jily challenge #jily fic #jily fanfic #James Potter/Lily Evans #James x Lily #James Potter #Lily Evans #Lily Evans Potter #Harry Potter fanfic #hp #marauders era #minor wolfstar #Remus Lupin #Sirius Black #celebrity au #secret relationship #established relationship

[teenyweenynightghost]

The one with a slow-burn and an impatient author- Final Chapter

Author's Note: So It was quite satisfying to finally finish this. Keep in mind it's midnight and quite literally the last thing I wanted to do was edit it so there might be some errors

Word Count: 1.2K

Summary: The final piece of the story is placed on this puzzled which took me two weeks (I suggest reading the other parts first)

Warnings: F is for fluffy

Part 1/2/3

Y/n woke up in an all too familiar room, surrounded by Ethan’s strong arms, as she felt his steady breath fall and rise against her back. She nuzzled further into him, feeling him tighten his grip around her.

Y/n was feeling as content and blissful as ever. In moments like this she thought that maybe, Ethan could have felt something for her too. She let her mind wander away to an impossible reality. One where she could wake up like this every single morning, feel his warm, pillowy lips on hers as he would lead her to the kitchen and make her a delicious breakfast. Sometimes, her feelings for Ethan were overwhelming, but his presence, quite ironically, grounded her. It calmed her down in the roughest of moments, just like he had last night.

Feeling an intense urge to see him, Y/n tried to slowly shift around and face him, examining every dent and curve of his face while he peacefully slept.

“You know, some people find it weird to be stared at while they sleep.” He mumbled, a cute smile forming on his face.

“Can’t help it.” She snorted and shrugged helplessly, staring at his lips.

“I could say the same thing for you.” His voice softened as he reached out a hand to brush a strand away from her face, and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“Then say it.”

He puffed and lightly shook her face.

“You’re unbelievably gorgeous and mesmerizing, Y/n. I could stare at you for hours on end.”

She giggled internally, her heart acting like a rollercoaster as it pumped blood all throughout her body with the speed of light.

“That’s better.” She answered, barely containing a smile.

“I bet. You’re beaming, cara mia.” He responded, staring lovingly into her eyes.

Y/n snorted and rolled her head, before hiding it in the crook of his neck and throwing a leg over him.

He returned the hug and continued to hold her for a while. The soft chirping of birds could be heard from outside, the sun rays filtering through the curtains, lighting up the room. Y/n was on cloud nine, to say the least, and she only prayed this moment would never end.

“I wish we could stay like this forever.” She whispered against Ethan’s neck, twirling a strand of his hair around her finger.

“I don’t.” He answered, confusing Y/n. She pulled away and looked at him, trying to figure out if he wasn’t enjoying the moment as much as she was. The doubt must have been obvious on her face, because he immediately cupped her cheek and breathed a few no’s. “If this moment was eternal, what would be so special about it?” “Oh gods, you scared me.” She let out a relieved breath, shaking her head before returning to their previous position. His laugh sent vibrations all throughout Y/n’s body, making her shiver.

“We should get up soon, Y/n.”

“You crazy bastard, are you hallucinating?”

Ethan puffed and rolled on top of her, earning a yelp.

“My ribs! MY ribs! Ethan my RIBS!!!” She shouted out, faking the pain.

“Oh so when Vic posts anything you are quick to comment OOO stEP on Me HoTTiE but I can’t even lay on you for a second?” He rambled on, sending her the puppy-est eyes ever.

“You dramatic little puppy, do those contexts feel like cuddling ones to you?”

He raised his eyebrows and smirked, looking at her with a devilish gaze.

“Hey I mean If you two wanna f-”

“No no no no no SHHHH. You’re ruining the wholesomeness.” Y/n was quick to interrupt him, rolling them both around so she would be sat on top of him.

“We really should go.”

“Quiet, Ethan.”

“I’ll drag you downstairs If I have to.”

“You wouldn't dare.” She breathed out, already relaxing in his embrace.

Ethan was peacefully sipping on a warm cup of coffee, leaned against a counter, while Y/n was sending him a death glare from across the kitchen, her arms crossed, angrily stomping her foot.

“I really don’t know why you’re looking at me like that. I remember warning you.” He claimed, sending her a nonchalant shrug.

“I didn’t think you were serious!” She argued, shuddering from the cold air filling the room.

“Aha, see! You stopped listening to me so I moved from words to actions.”

“You’re evil.” Y/n deadpanned, grabbing a cup of coffee for herself.

“Maybe. But when I said those words to Vic they were followed by two drumsticks hitting her straight in the head. I firmly believe your version of the event was better.”

Y/n scoffed and downed her drink before leaving the mug in the sink and heading towards Ethan.

“I hate you.” She whispered as he hugged her tightly, bringing her impossibly close to his body.

“OH! What a pleasant view!” Damiano’s loud voice made the pair pull apart quickly, staring at him exasperated. Behind him was Vic, her hair dishevelled as she held Chili in her arms.

She had a shit-eating grin on her face as she got closer to where Damiano was sitting, and rested on a stool as well.

“So, which one of you confessed?” She asked cheekily, her face falling when she saw both of their reactions.

“What?” Ethan exclaimed, looking at Y/n confused.

Her heart dropped so far into the ground, it perhaps said a quick hello to Hades before returning to her body and beating 10 times as fast.

She started playing with the hem of her shirt as an awkward silence enveloped the room.

“Hey Y/n, could you come outside real quick?” Ethan asked, not facing anyone, his voice slightly groggy.

Y/n noticed him squeezing his eyes like he does whenever he’s anxious. A dreadful feeling started forming in her stomach, a lump forming in her throat too.

Vic muttered a helpless sorry as Y/n passed her, feeling like she was sent to her death.

They both made it outside and stood awkwardly on the terrace, staring at the view in front of them.

Y/n felt like it was too much, knowing what was about to happen, and she breathed out shakily, turning to Ethan with teary eyes.

“Ethan, I’m so s-”

She didn’t get to finish her sentence as Ethan’s soft lips captured hers in a passionate kiss, shaking them both to their core. Y/n felt as If they were in a romance book, fireworks exploding all around them, the pair being the only people left in the world.

They pulled apart, breathless and ecstatic.

“Y/n, I love you. I have loved you from the second I laid my eyes on you, all this time ago, and you were the only one on my mind ever since.” He let it all out in one breath, gasping for air when he was finished, still cupping Y/n’s face.

She felt as If she could cry, hearing him say all those words brought the most buried dreams of her’s to life. A single, warm tear fell down her cold cheek, being immediately brushed away by Ethan’s thumb.

“I love you too, Ethan.”

The End

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[rexscyarika]

Di’kutla Mando’ad

⚠️18+ MINORS DNI⚠️

Wolffe x afab gender neutral reader. Reader is a Mandalorian bounty hunter that now works for the GAR.

Warnings and such: Establishment bdsm (dom/sub) relationship (up to you to decide if that extends to romantic too as it’s never stated either way), orgasm denial, spanking, vaginal fingering, semi public sex, sex in a gunship, public flirting, flirting with Sinker, mention of mlm Boost cause there are no cishet characters in Star Wars, degrading/name calling, use of military titles during sex, manhandling, teasing, praise, pet names including sweetheart and little one, hair pulling, use of the color system, aftercare, begging, dirty talk, brat taming but not really good brat taming cause you got exactly what you wanted by being a brat tbh, implied past threesomes, implied possible future threesome with Sinker (a sequal anyone 👀), hint of an armour kink, military title kink, mention of knives and I think that’s all I hope *edited to add* piv sex

Mando’a translations (I hope there’s not so much it gets confusing to read, if there is lmk, but I love this language sm and writing with it helps me learn it lol)

Cyare/cyar’ika: Darling/beloved/sweetheart

Gedet’ye: Please

Elek/‘lek: Yes

Ad’ika: Little one/sweetie/darling

Al’verde: Commander

Mando’ad/Mando’ade: Mandalorian/Mandalorians

Ori’jate: Very good

Beroya: Bounty hunter

Ruus’alor: Sergeant

Haar’chak: Damn it

Shabuir: Fucker

Di’kut: Idiot/fool

Ner: My

She’cu: Nine

Gar: You

Title means “Foolish Mandalorian”

Ps idk what toilet paper is called in the Star Wars universe so I went with “‘fresher rolls” don’t @ me.

You glanced past the holo projection of the Kel Dor to your frustrated Commander. His hands were flexing by his side and his body was rigid. He shifted impatiently on his feet as he nodded along to whatever the General was saying. The way his muscles rippled under his plastoid armour made your mouth water and you couldn’t wait to feel yourself underneath him. Submitted and begging for release. You knew he’d pounce soon, you knew how to play him. Sure you could just ask him to rearrange your guts but where was the fun in that? You’d been extra flirty with him all morning, an extra touch there, a lingering hand here, a breathy and sweet tone to your voice as you followed his orders.

“Yes, Commander.”

“Anything for you, sir.”

“You’re armour looks extra good on you today, Al’verde.”

An “I’d sure love to cyar’ika.” After you heard a hissed “fuck me.” under his breath after he had spilled hot caf on himself.

He had given you a couple warnings. Ones you responded with by a flutter of eyelashes and a mockingly sweet “Sir, yes, sir.”

What really wound him up though was what you were doing as he spoke to the General. You were sat beside Sinker on a nearby crate, your knees touching and a hand on his thigh. You had removed your helmet and sat it beside you so Wolffe could see every bite of your lip and flutter of your lashes you gave his vod.

You turned your attention back to the silver haired trooper, leaning in closer than necessary to hear his story.

“So Boost goes up to him and the di’kut says: Hey are you a lightsaber cause I’d like to impale myself on you.”

The poor man barely gets that sentence out before he’s wheezing, you joining him promptly after. Wolffe’s head snaps up to you guys and you can feel his gaze burn through you, you just know his lips are pulled into a tight line under his helmet. He turns his attention briefly back to Plo before he is dismissed and you hear footsteps coming your way.

You tried to stifle a smirk as you ignored him.

“How many times do I have to tell him to stop with the pickup lines, he’s never gonna get laid.” You rolled your eyes and huffed in mock exasperation.

“Or maybe a haircut.” You added with a snort.

“I keep telling him that! But he-“ Sinker immediately stiffens and removes the hand that had travelled to your waist as he noticed Wolffe. He stands up and gives his C.O. a small salute. Not really necessary or protocol but he was afraid he had crossed a line and didn’t want to take any chances.

“Commander.” you purred, lifting her head and blinking up at him with hooded eyes. “How’d the meeting go, anything new we need to know?”

He ignored your question but continued staring daggers into your soul as he spoke to Sinker.

“A new shipment of supplies is due to be dropped off anytime. Go and make sure the shinies don’t spill them again.” His voice was gruff and commanding, trying his best not to snap at his vod. After all, it wasn’t his fault you were being a needy little slut.

“Yes sir, right away, sir.” You heard him reply, his shoulders relaxing and a relieved sigh leaving him as he walked away.

You stood up and looked towards Sinker, huffing in mock disappointment.

“Rude. I was having a nice conversation with him.”

You turned to grab your helmet, settling it onto your head before turning back to your Commander.

“He was telling me embarrassing stories about Boost, it was quite entertaining.”

“Uh uh.” He replied, taking a few steps towards you. His voice, deep with irritation and lust, sent a wave of arousal straight to your core. “Entertaining.” The word was laced with sarcasm and a touch of a snarl. He stepped closer, you could hear his breathing through the modulator now. A hand came up to run along the top of your belt, sending shivers through your spine. His other hand came up to rest under your helmet, pulling your head up to look at him. “You’re quite the needy little thing aren’t you, sweetheart?” It was more of a statement than a question and you just scoffed at him and shifted to hide the arousal that was building between your legs. “I asked you a question, beroya.” He growled, his grip on your helmet increasing. You responded by stepping back, your hand moving up to flick his away.

“I’m going to help Sinker.”

You huffed, turning to walk away. His hand hadn’t left your belt, however, and he tightened his grip and pulled you towards him.

“Foolish Mandalorian.” He snarled as he snaked his other hand around to land on your lower back and pull you flush against him, causing a small gasp to travel through your modulator.

“Shabuir.” You fired back, your hands coming up to push at his chest, not that you really wanted to get away mind you. But you knew the more resisting you did the rougher he would get. And the rougher he got the more heat gathered between your legs. And the names, oh the names. Coming from anyone else you probably would’ve pulled your blade on them, but the way he said them in that voice of his, especially modulated through his helmet, turned your limbs to jelly. They were like a condescending prayer falling from his lips and travelling straight to your cunt. He knew this of course, this wasn’t your first time and you had discussed your limits to avoid well, you pulling your blades on him.

He growled your name, a low sinful warning as his hand left your belt to grasp your throat, not hard enough to bruise but certainly not light.

You light out a low whimper at that, the sound, along with it being enhanced by your modulator, sent a shiver down the Commander’s spine.

“Color?” He murmured, somehow flipping his voice to be soft and gentle, his hand moving to gently rest against the back of your neck.

“Green!” You nearly gasped out. You were starting to lose your composure and you knew he could tell that to.

He immediately straightened up, his voice becoming hard and commanding again.

“Then I think it’s time to teach you a lesson in following orders, little one.”

He turned and started walking towards the nearest gunship, his hand pulled tight around your waist.

You stumbled alongside him, his words having weakened your legs even more.

“Easy there.” He chuckled. The sound a low and deep rumble in his chest.

It made you stumble again. The bastard. He knew exactly what he was doing to you.

Despite your weak legs you managed to make it to the gunship where Wolffe hastily opened the door and ushered you in. The door hadn’t fully closed by the time he had pushed up against the wall. His hands came up to remove your helmet and discard it alongside his own and he wasted no time in claiming your mouth, only pausing to order you to keep your hands clasped behind your back. His tongue found no resistance through your lips and he pulled moans deep from your throat as he explored your mouth. While his mouth was busy his hands came to grope and grab at your ass before moving to remove first your belt, then your codpiece. He teased his fingers just inside your waistband, enjoying the way your moans turned to whines.

Just as you were about to pull away and spit a snarky comment at him for taking his time he finally moved his hands down to slide a calloused finger through your folds. A surprised whimper left your lips at that.

He hummed approvingly at the wetness he found there, slowly sliding his finger in before he moved to nip and suck at your neck. His finger didn’t move, not until he slid another to join, at which they both stilled inside you again.

You tried to roll your hips against him, desperate for any kind of friction, but you were met with his other hand roughly shoving your hips back against the wall.

“Ah ah, you take what I give you, cyar’ika.”

You whined into his ear, trying to think of something snarky to say but you were at a loss for words.

“Aw, all tongue tied are we?”

You opened your eyes to meet his as he pulled his mouth from your neck.

You opened your mouth to disagree but it turned into a surprised gasp as he rutted his fingers up inside you, fingers curled expertly to find that spongy spot.

You saw a sly smirk form on his lips before your eyes closed in bliss. He still wasn’t moving quite enough for your liking but at least he was moving you thought.

He brought his mouth back to yours to swallow your moans as his thumb came up to gently circle your throbbing clot.

His hand moved from your hip to grab a handful of your hair. He didn’t pull at first, just kept a gentle pressure pulling at the roots.

“Wolffe.” you moaned out, his hands sending waves of pleasure through your body.

His fingers stilled inside you, making you let out a small whine. He used his grip on your hair to turn you to face him.

“Excuse me?” He growled, meeting your gaze with darkening eyes.

Your own eyes widened at the realization of what you said. “Commander! Sorry, sir.”

He gave a hum of approval and started pumping his fingers inside you again, only this time it was faster and harder. Every push inwards had his fingers brush against that sweet spot and you could feel your orgasm approaching.

You could feel his gaze travelling over your face as you twisted and groaned beneath him.

His thumb came to swirl around your clit again, causing you to cry out. You let your head fall back against the wall as you prepared for the wave of pleasure to wash over you. You could feel it building and building, burning hot, deep within your core. However, instead of the sweet release you had been craving you got a sudden emptiness as he pulled his hand away. You clenched around nothing and let out a whine, snapping your eyes open to look at the culprit. You shivered at the sight. He brought his fingers into his mouth, sucking and licking off the taste of you. His eyes were closed in bliss and he let out a groan around his fingers. A long, deep, sinful sound that shot straight to your soaking cunt.

You watched him with hunger, trying desperately to keep your hands to yourself.

He removed his fingers with a pop and let his eyes fall to your exasperated state. Which he let out a chuckle at.

“You didn’t think you were going to get away with being a brat, did you?”

The venom in the way he said brat and the way his lips turned into a snarl made your pussy throb even more than it already was.

Your eyes widened and you shook your head.

His grip on your hair tightened slightly and he raised his eyebrow in a silent warning.

“No, sir.”

“Thought so.” He let his hand fall from your head and he walked over to some stacked crates, gesturing for you to follow him.

He ordered you to turn around once you had came to face him. The break from him touching you and the brief walk was enough for you to gain back some control of your thoughts so you opted to have a little fun.

“No.”

“Pardon that sweetheart?”

“I said no.” You crossed your arms over your chest and popped your hip out, meeting his gaze with one of defiance. “You didn’t let me cum so I’m not going to listen.”

His jaw tightened and before you knew it you were bent over the crates, face pushed against the cold medal and hands held tightly behind your back. You gasped as you felt yourself being pushed even harder down onto the rough surface as he bent over to bring his lips against your year.

“Watch it, Ruus’alor.” He practically spat, giving your neck a hard nip to prove his point. The use of your title send a shock of arousal through your body and you shivered against the feeling of his breath on your neck.

He straightened up and roughly pulled down your pants, your underwear going with them. The Commander waisted no time in bringing his hands to grope your ass, and his mouth to bite at the soft flesh. Your groaned and leaned into his touch, encouraging him to move his mouth lower.

You were met with a harsh slap to the sensitive skin.

You let out a surprised yelp and your hands moved to grip on the edges of the crate.

You received another slap, this one slightly harsher. You felt him straighten up again as he spoke. “Did you forget how to count, sweetheart? That was two.”

“Sorry, Sir.” You mumbled into the table and were met with another slap.

“Three.” You gasped

“Four.”

“Five.”

“Six.”

“Seven.”

“Eight.”

“She’cu.” You choked out. That was one of your tells it was becoming to much when it came to impact play, slipping back into your native tongue. You two had been quick to figure that out when you started. It wasn’t always negative when you started speaking Mando’a however. Most of the time it meant you were on the verge of an orgasm or you were just so lost in the pleasure you forgot how to speak basic.

His hand moved to rub soothing circles over the reddening skin as his other trailed up and down your waist.

“Ori’jate ner Mando’ad.”

You relaxed under his touch, your breathing coming deep and easy again. Your cunt ached from neglect, you needed him inside you, now.

“Gedet’ye Al’verde.”

“What do you need Cyar’ika?” He leaned his body slightly over yours. You sighed under the weight, it was comforting.

“Gar, Al’verde.” You whined, trying to wiggle your hips against his codpiece. “Need to feel you inside me. Please.”

He brought his lips to the back of your neck and kissed you softly before answering. “Only because you took your punishment so well.”

You managed a breathy thank you before he pulled away to remove his codpiece. You shivered in anticipation as you watched him expertly remove the armour. Your tongue darted out to lick your lips when he removed his cock from the confines of his blacks. He was rock hard and slick with precum.

His gaze met yours and his lips turned up into a grin. “What you’ve never seen a cock before?” He teased taking himself in hand and giving himself a couple pumps.

You managed to roll your eyes and mumble a “Just fuck me already.” as you turned your head from him.

“With pleasure.” He cooed, lining himself up with your aching hole and placing a hand on the small of your back to press you further into the cold surface of the crate.

You both groaned in tandem as he began to push himself into you. He slowly moved deeper until he couldn’t go any further, stopping to take a minute to make sure you were well adjusted before he started moving. As he stilled inside you he moved his body over yours again, taking a hand to gently pull your chin towards him. He kissed you, it was slow and gentle, and you returned it eagerly, clenching around him when he gave your lower lip a little nip. He released a curse into your mouth at that.

“Ready?”

“‘Lek.”

He attached his lips back to yours as he slowly started pulling out of you, eagerly drinking down every sound you made. You thought he was going to pull out of you completely before he buried his hips against yours in one swift motion. His cock hitting deep inside you caused you to cry out and push back against him, seeking more.

“So eager.” He breathed against your lips before pulling out and snapping his hips in again, faster this time.

This caused you to roll your head away from his, resting your forehead on the crate, hands clinging desperately to the sides as your Commander’s movements quickened with every thrust. His breathy groans left your ear as he stood up, placing his hands on your hips in a tight grip.

“Fuck you feel so good.”

You only groaned in response, the praise sending a wave of pleasure down your body and causing you to clench around him. He hissed at that before speeding up his thrusts and somehow managing to hit even deeper inside you.

Your words were coming in garbled mix of basic and Mando’a now, the pressure in your core steadily growing.

“Are you going to cum, sweetheart?”

You managed to nod in response before crying out in frustration as his movements slowed.

“Do you think you deserve to?”

“Elek, Al’verde gedet’ye!”

“Hmm. I don’t know about that.”

His head lowered to your ear again.

“Good Mando’ade listen when their Commander tells them to behave.”

He brought a hand to your ass in a light slap, making you jump slightly forward in surprise, well as far as you could being pinned against a metal crate.

“They don’t continue to be brats and flirt with my vode.” He added, moving his hand to grip at your hair. “Maybe I should call Sinker in here so he can see what he’s missing.”

Your breath hitched at that.

“Or maybe I should just pull out and let him take care of you. After all sweetheart, you seemed mighty eager to let him fuck you.”

You buried your head against the cold metal as a whine escaped your hips and you clenched around his barely moving cock.

“Hmm what a filthy little thing, you’d like that wouldn’t you?” He chuckled, suddenly snapping his hips back towards you in a deep thrust.

You let out a choked cry. “Haar’chak Al’verde, gedet’ye!” The pressure in your core was overwhelming, you felt like you could burst at any second but his movements were to slow too let you. Tears pricked your eyes as the pleads fell from your lips. His cock inside you was too much yet not enough at the same time. Your body was heated with pleasure but also a small amount of smugness. You had him exactly where you wanted him, pushing all his buttons to get what you wanted.

You hadn’t realized you had been whining apologies to him until his movements sped up again.

“There you go, cyar’ika.” He breathed out as he set an unforgiving pace, hips angled to hit your g-spot and his hand leaving your hair to rub circles on your clit. You couldn’t form words at this point, just moans and gasps as you chased your release. You could tell he was close too. His thrusts had become more erratic, and the hand at your hip had tightened its grip. Your mouth fell open in a shout of his name as his next words pushed you over the edge.

“Cum for me, ad’ika. Make a mess on my cock.”

And you did, your orgasm rippling through you in it’s unforgiving intensity. You felt yourself clench hard around him, the action causing him to spill inside you with a sputter of his hips and curse of your name from his lips. You became slightly numb as you came down from your high, barely registering that Wolffe was pulling you into his lap. Soft praises fell from his lips as he gently held your head against his chest. You wrapped your arms around his waist, trying to get as close as you could despite the armour you both still wore above your waists. Your breathing came slow and deep, synching to his. Once you had gained some semblance of control you looked up at him to find him studying you intently.

You raised an eyebrow at the question that was pulling at his lips.

“Would you actually wanna fuck Sinker?”

You giggled at the disbelief in his voice before you moved your head into his chest to hide the red that was creeping up your face. “Maybe.” You mumbled, partly hoping he didn’t hear you.

“But it’s Sinker!” He groaned in confusion.

You popped your head back up that.

“I happen to like Sinker quite a bit thank you very much.” You huffed in defence. Not that it had any real heat to it you as you knew he was teasing. He really was quite fond of the trooper but he liked it give him a hard time.

He chuckled at you, more moving of his chest than actual sound. “Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve shared you, cyar’ika. As long as you remember the rules.”

You rolled your eyes at him, of course you’d remember the rules.

“Not without you and you’re in charge.” You sealed your words with a boop to his nose, causing him to return your eye roll.

“That’s my good little beroya.”

His words made you flush again, but it turned into a grimace as you felt the mess between your legs.

“You made a mess Wolffe!” You tutted in mock annoyance as you stood up in search of something to clean you up. You couldn’t see his face but you’re sure he rolled his eyes at you again. You let out a small cheer as you opened one of the crates to find it filled with ‘fresher rolls. Grabbing one you turned back to find your Commander walking up to you with your discarded pieces of armour. You put them back on after cleaning yourself up as best you could. Once you were done you looked up to find Wolffe staring at you with a smirk on his face.

“What?!”

“Your armour’s sexy.”

“No your armour’s sexy.” You replied tapping a finger on his chest as you leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek.

He let out a snort before handing your helmet to you.

“Why thank you, cyar’ika.” You purred, lifting it from his hand. Before you could put it on however, he grasped your chin between two fingers and pulled you up to kiss him. It was deep and passionate and made you melt into his touch. He pulled away with a smirk, leaving you out of breath and on slightly shaky legs as he put his helmet on.

“Why don’t we go and check on your darling Sinker? Make sure he hasn’t knocked out any shinies.” He sighed in slight exasperated at the second sentence as he turned to open the door out of the gunship.

You scoffed at his words but also put on your helmet to follow him. Sinker has been know to get a little... snippy at shinies here and there. You’ve had to step between him and a terrified trooper more than once. Not that you haven’t had to do that with Wolffe mind you, he was just as bad if not worse. You grinned as you stepped out of the gunship, a small limp finding it’s way into your step. You couldn’t wait to see Sinker’s response to your little proposition you had prepared for him.

#commander wolffe #commander Wolffe x reader #commander wolffe x you #commander Wolffe smut #I hope sinker isn’t to ooc but he didn’t have much screen time so I made up things

[tiny-crecher]

Unus Annus Secrets

Here I’m going to try and explain all of the Unus Annus codes + possible lore. If I have forgotten some information or if one of these links doesnt work/is incorrect please let me know. This post will be updated when needed. 

This is LONG, so be prepared. 

At first, these codes were only in videos edited by NerdFiction, but as of October 26th this is no longer true. (The possible exception to this would be the first video I’ve listed, as the editor is not in the description). 

1) 5 Weird Apps That Predicted Our Death

 “Here at Unus Annus the end is nigh... when the timer hits zero we will cease to exist. is it fate? is this a simulation? Can anybody hear me? My name is.... [FILE REDACTED]”. Timestamp - 0:14

2) Ethan Roasts Mark for 15 Minutes Straight

 “and in the comments, you will read the words you soon will see are wise controlling pawns who type our deed ‘That is Discord, not FaceTime’” Timestamp - 0:40

“within this truth a question stands, is the pee sauna ever close?”. [“Pee Sauna”was uploaded about a week afterwards] Timestamp - 0:40

3) Our Fans Try to Scare Us with Their Homemade Creepypasta

“What will happen if the clock stops”

“Could I find a way to keep it going?”

“If neither hand is right, what deals are left?”

“Who is the master of the clock?” (all around 8:44)

4) Learning to Cry on Command to Increase Our Youtube Views

“remember the key, the incompletion of a logolept’s corrective action” [a logolept is “a person who takes a keen interest in words”. Marcus is likely referring to himself.] Timestamp - 1:49

“the long wait ends with twenty four more for a path of destiny chosen before”[“Pee Sauna” was uploaded the day after] (closely after the last code)

5) Becoming One With the Horse

“They heard me, I knew it could work!” (timestamp currently unknown; to be updated)

Around this time, NerdFiction’s Twitter bio said, among his normal information, that he was “trying to stop the Unus Annus clock from within.” 

6) Preparing a 5-Star Meal for Our Youtube Famous Dogs

“I couldn’t stop it. Will I die with the machine?” (Timestamp - 21:33)

7) Does This Magnetic Skincare Routine Really Work?

“freed or so I thought. Another layer, but still the clock.” (Timestamp - 9:45)

“The Beginning of The End”. 

On July 26th, at 12pm PST, a video was uploaded to Unus Annus titled “Traversing the Desert to Find Our Inner Truth”. This video was only up for a few minutes before it mysteriously disappeared, only to be replaced by another video, titled “The Beginning of The End”. At first glance, the videos were identical, save for different titles and slightly different descriptions. However, the second video was slightly longer than the first, and upon further inspection, many came to realize that the audio was slightly different as well. You can listen to both audios here. There was a rumor going around that the captions of “Traversing the Desert to Find Our Inner Truth” said something about looking out for Norbert Moses, but no one has been able to confirm this to my knowledge. 

8) Puberty Simulator

“Happy birthday to the beast or to the body that once housed me. A transfer made for pity’s sake. Tricked into the machine as he had my cake.” (Timestamp - 14:36) [The same code was found a week earlier in “Mark and Ethan Shave Chica”, uploaded on NerdFiction’s birthday. The original code was very difficult to make out, so it is likely he inserted it into a different video to make it easier for us.]

On the same day, NerdFiction’s Twitter bio read “Everyone must leave something behind when he dies. Memento Memoriae” (remember memory)

In “The Koala Challenge: TikTok’s Intimate Couple’s Trend” one of the clips is edited to look like a TikTok video, with the user ron_somberest being used. Ron_Somberest is an anagram for Norbert Moses. This TikTok account does actually exist, and the icon is a zoomed in and brightened photo of Norbert Moses’s face with the eyes scribbled out. 

Around this time NerdFiction’s Twitter bio read “’It’s not dark, never was’ - Ron Bestsmore”. Ron Bestsmore is also an anagram for Norbert Moses. It is possible that the “dark” being referred to here is Darkiplier, and NerdFiction is trying to imply that Dark is not involved in this. 

About a week after the koala challenge video was “How to Start a Fire (except don’t)”, which featured an appearance from Unus. NerdFiction’s Twitter bio read “In the end, who is your savior and what are they saving you from?” 

Things were quiet for about a month. NerdFiction eventually erased the cryptic message from his Twitter bio. 

9) Learning To Use The Force

“wait no something is wrong. he knows!” (Timestamp - 10:45) [translated from small coded words hidden in the montage]

“STOPTHISWHATAREYOUDOINGO3″ (Timestamp - 11:40)

“it worked” (a spectrogram, derived from a sound played at the end of the video)

10) Momiplier Tells Us True Scary Stories from Korea

“As I was, as I’ve done to him now. Am I right to decide his fate?” (Timestamp - 5:44) [Right before this, Mark’s mom is talking about a nightmare she had where she was paralyzed, possibly implying that nerdfiction was once paralyzed and has now paralyzed someone else (pointed out by @/minervas-sandwich)]

11) Cryptid Olympics

“I thought you’d join us but, hey, that was just a theory, Memento Doctrina” (remember learning). (Timestamp - 5:49) [The code references the Game Theorists channel, which had uploaded a video about Unus Annus earlier that same day.]

- From here on, every video has had some sort of code -

12) Edward Pumpkin Hands - This was the first coded video not edited by NerdFiction, instead being edited by Diceroll.

At various points throughout the video small parts of a url are seen. When pieced together, this link is made: https://imgur.com/a/tyDewJ7. It leads to a photo of the Unus Annus hourglass. When edited, a series of binary text is shown, which translates to “zhIaNL2“. Inputting this into another imgur link gets you to https://imgur.com/a/zhIaNL2. After editing the photo (although you can still sorta see it without doing so), a cipher of a custom alphabet is shown (I posted an edited photo here).

At 5:01 in the video a weird image is shown for only a moment (a slightly brightened version of it here). Nobody knows what the hell it means.

At the same time, there is a reversed audio of someone (presumably Ethan; it sounds like him) saying “we did that”. For context, the sentence said right before that line was “if one of us dies, the other has to take over for the remainder of time”. This is possibly implying that someone, or multiple someones, has/have died and been replaced.

13) Blood Bath - edited by rad_r

“Everything’s fine”

The Unus Annus timer is shown. It counts down for three seconds before counting up for one second. Heavy breathing can be heard over it. It is then cancelled by an error message

“ITS NOT FINE HELP” (this and the previous two messages are hidden at 5:57)

“you’ve done it now.. a machine observed. there is no returning.. a machine unnerved. there is only.. a machine unconqured.” (right at the end of the video, before the timer)

14) The Unus Annus Annual Costume Contest - edited by nerdfiction

“I saw just one door in a hall filled with many, I locked your gate but they were too late to join me. He was re-placed, she was undone, I had escaped yet he had still won”. (Timestamp - 2:05) [possibly talking about diceroll and rad_r. The pronouns would line up, and it would make sense with those two now having edited coded videos.]

15) Ethan Turns Mark Into a Werewolf - edited by rad_r

“futility or farewell? only time time time.” (timestamp - 7:17)

16) Ethan Kidnapped Mark - edited by Diceroll

Two spectrograms are shown in this video; one at 14:08 and one at 17:38. Combined, they create an imgur link: https://imgur.com/a/gKB62sv

The imgur link shows a photo of a key. On the key is a code translating to “stop the clock”

At the end of the video before the timer is a set of text in the custom alphabet previously mentioned. Translated and decoded it translates to “I can hear it coming theres not much time left the ones that tried to stop it have had their hearts cleft it is now your turn to put this loop to rest take us out of here and show us a new nest”

17) Being Brutally Honest with Each Other

“It is alive, no longer living / misunderstood beats unforgiving / escaped that fate but lost the tale / does a hope yet remain or just one final nail?” (Timestamp - 26:03)

18) Recreating Every Single Unus Annus Video

“The bottom of the spiral” (timestamp - 10:55)

19) “All Our Video Ideas That Never Happened”

“Be careful for what you wish for” (taken from two different codes)

*20) The Unus Annus Last Supper + Who’s Cutting Onions In Here??? - both edited by rad_r

“We’ve asked... we’ve tried... is there no way to stop the end? To those who aren’t deterred: how much will you sacrifice to ascend?” (A quotefall puzzle, split into 2 parts)

21) Everything’s Legal If You’re Dead

Norbert Moses is mentioned at 10:50. Look closely, his name is only there for a couple frames.

These have been the only codes I’m aware of as of 11/11/20. 

(be sure to check out @gemstone6’s list as well!!)

Link to my Unus Annus theory

#unus annus #UA codes #crankgameplays #markiplier

[libraryofloveletters]

Misplaced Promises

Eddie Diaz x Sister!Reader

Warnings: sibling arguing, general protectiveness, a few swear words and that’s it I think ? 

Category: angst/fluff

Word Count: 3.6k

Author’s Note: This one mostly focuses how Eddie tries his best to keep promises he makes and be a good brother but he keeps fucking up. I also tried my best for this to follow a timeline and make it make sense with canon but idk, I made shit up go with it. // 

---- 

14 years old // 19 years old. 

The 2 of you were 5 years apart but you were attached at the hip. Eddie was your big brother, the guy you looked up to the most, the person you went to when you didn’t know what to do. You had 2 sisters but what you and Eddie had was different. Sophia and Adriana were the two older ones, they stuck together and they included you but it wasn't the same. 

The day before Eddie announced that he enlisted, he had been quiet, shifty and weird all day. He avoided you at all costs. You needed him to look over a project for you - seeing that you ended up with the same English teacher he had in high school but he kept coming up with excuses as to why he couldn't help you. 

“Running to the store to pick up something for mom, I'll check when I get back” 

“Going to play some ball with the guys, remind me when I get back” 

“Gonna shower, I'll do it after” 

“Let me go see Shan for a bit, I'll check it when I come home” 

Excuse after excuse, he was up to something and knew you would be able to tell so he ignored you at all costs. The next morning at breakfast, he announced that he was enlisting, Shannon was at breakfast too and she didn’t seem shocked at all. 

Your father asked him why, your mother began crying and your sisters wished him good luck and hoped that he would be safe. You on the other hand, had your eyes glued to Shannon. 

“You knew?” your question directed straight at her. 

She nodded, “he told me last night” 

“Huh,” you scoff, getting up. “you told her before you told us ?” looking towards your brother. 

“y/n, don’t” his look pleading you not to start and you didn’t, simply walking away and going to your bedroom. You can hear bits of the conversation from your room, Eddie telling your parents that he’s only going to do one tour just until he finds what he really wants to do. 

It was a while before someone came looking for you and no surprise, it was Eddie. 

“Can I check the paper for you now?” he sticks his head in from the doorway, waiting for your answer- his way of hoping that you’d talk to him. 

“Sure” nodding toward the computer on the desk. Eddie made himself comfortable in the chair and began going over the paper. The keyboard clicking as he edited the paper and your sighing were the only sounds to be heard. 

Everyone had been dealing with the news differently. Your father had turned to whatever project he was building in the backyard, your mother had stepped out- probably to go to the store to get stuff to make one last proper meal for him before he left and your sisters seemed to be handling it well, you could hear them bickering in the hallway over who would get his room as they passed by. 

It’s not that they didn’t love him, they just had a different version of the world and of love. 

The whole family did.  

Sophia and Adriana were the first two, all the love and support of your parents was what they basked in. 

Eddie was the only boy, automatically gaining him an in as a mama’s boy and his father’s only son, someone to show off- he was their pride and joy. 

That left you, not that they loved you any less because they ‘love all their children the same’ but you never got the parental love and affection that your siblings did. Your parents were busy working and now that you were in high school and capable of looking after yourself, you saw them even less. Eddie had always been there, at the recitals, school concerts, whenever you learnt a new trick and was looking for someone to show, he was there. 

In some way, Eddie raised you more than your parents did. 

That’s why you couldn’t wrap your head around it. 

“Couldn't just find a job here like every other lost kid after high school ? You had to go sign up to get yourself killed?” sitting up, you look towards him. 

Eddie sighed, leaning back into the chair and looking at you. He looked sad, almost hurt. “I didn’t ‘sign up to get myself killed’” he tells you, “I can’t sit around watching Soph and Adriana get their lives together meanwhile I'm still living with mom and dad and I have no idea what to do” 

“So what? you take a little longer to get your life together, that’s not the end of the world.” 

“I’m supposed to know what I want to do, I've been out of high school for a year and a half. Most people have already moved out of their parents’ houses” 

“God you’re so stupid” you groan, falling back onto the bed.

“Excuse me?” he looks at you, obviously offended. You get up off the end, pacing the room for a moment, trying to gather your thoughts. 

“Just because you’re lost doesn't mean you sign up for the fricking army! Eddie, you could die” your voice breaks at the end of the sentence. Then and only then did Eddie really see how upset you were, you really thought he could die- yes there was that possibility but he knew that when he signed up. He gets up off the chair, you were now facing the window, not wanting him to see the tears that were forming. His hand resting gently on your shoulder. 

“I’m not gonna die” he whispers, pulling your shoulder towards him which caused you to turn. “You better not, I'll kill you” 

“But I'll be de-” “shut up” you give him a look, he chuckles and pulls you in for a hug. “I promise I'll come home, who else is going to keep you in check?” he teased which earned him a smack to the side, “more like who’s gonna keep you in check” you rebutted, a smile on your face now. Eddie kissed the top of your head, his cheek now resting atop of head - abuela’s words ringing in his head. 

“Don’t make promises you can't keep Edmundo” 

She had scolded him for promising to give his sister her candy back after he knew he was going to eat it (and he did, but that’s besides the point) 

He promised to come home but he didn’t know if he would. 

--

17 years old // 22 years old 

“We’re having a baby!” Eddie’s arm around Shannon as they announce the second piece of exciting news for that evening to the family.

Eddie had finally returned from his first tour with the announcement that he and Shannon were getting married all while they were expecting as well. Your parents were the first up to go congratulate the love birds, your sisters are next and you follow last. Hugging Shannon who was already beaming with happiness and then your brother who hugs you for a second longer than needed, whispering that he wants to talk to you afterwards. Humming, you step back and go to help your mother set up for dinner. 

The rest of the evening is spent talking about when the baby is arriving, the plans for the wedding and whatever other exciting things are happening for them at that moment. You tuned out about halfway through the conversation, only replying with the simplest answers to make it seem like you were actually listening. 

Your sisters, mother and Shannon were in the kitchen all gossiping and making plans for the wedding. A big church wedding, ‘do it right’ as your mother would say because ‘if you do it right the first time, you don’t need to do it again.’

The whole big wedding thing was a scam- a pile of bullshit that you wanted no part of. Don’t let that fool you, you were beyond happy for your brother, becoming a husband and a father- those were things the two of you used to joke about, thinking that it was such a long time from then yet here you are. 

The door slammed as it shut, Eddie sitting beside you on the porch. He set a bottle on the step beside you. You glance at the bottle and then at him, brows furrowed. 

“Thought you could use a drink after all the exciting news” he hums, taking a sip out of his own bottle. 

You let out a dry chuckle, taking a sip yourself. “Yeah, congrats dude. Husband and baby daddy in one go ? You got the guys around here beat” jokingly nudging him with your shoulder. Eddie laughs, “yeah.” the word kind of trailed off, there was more to the answer than he was letting on. 

“What's wrong ?” 

“Are you really happy for me ?” he turns to you, “I know you weren't exactly happy when I left, especially that I told Shannon first. I just.. you’re my little sister and it means so much that you’re on board with everything-” your hand rests on his. 

“You always were kind of an idiot huh?” you pat his hand, Eddie looking clearly offended again. “Of course I'm happy for you. You’re my brother and no matter how much we fight, there’s no way I wouldn't be there for you. Eddie, you’re going to be an amazing dad, you know that right ?” 

“Yeah ? You think so ?” 

“Mhm hm, know how I know?” 

“Do tell” 

“Because you raised me and I turned out just fine” you smiled and so did Eddie, shaking his head. 

--

23 years old // 28 years old 

Eddie’s place was covered in boxes, the fight with your parents was the last button to be pushed. He packed up the remnants of his life in El Paso and was on his way out to the door.  

Christopher was sitting on the couch, his favourite show on tv as you were packing up the last of the dishes in the kitchen. Eddie had just stepped back in after taking some boxes out to the truck. You leant against the counter, looking at him. He knew you weren't the biggest fan of his plan but you supported him nonetheless because that’s what siblings do. 

“What? Why do you keep staring ?” he snapped. 

“Jesus, who pissed in your coffee?” rolling your eyes at your brother.  

“Sorry, I'm just ready to get out of here” he tosses a few things into a box. There had been unspoken words between the two of you since he mentioned that he wanted to move. You didn’t say anything, just listened and helped pack boxes but all of that stops now. 

“Are you sure this is the smartest thing?” 

“What do you mean?” he stops what he was doing and turns his attention to you. 

“I know mom and dad were in the wrong for asking- telling you that Chris should move in with them, that’s bullshit. He’s not their kid, he’s your kid but why are you running Eddie ? You have family there besides them, Sophia and Adriana and me. I’m here Eddie, I've always been here, helping you with Chris since Shannon left.” 

“That’s exactly the point, Shannon left. She upped and left us y/n, left me to raise Chris by myself.” 

“So did you.” you tell him what you had been waiting to tell him since Christoper was a baby. 

“What the hell are you talking about?” the anger visible on his face. 

“You left. You upped and left Shannon when she needed you the most, she needed a partner that was here and not thousands of miles away. She just had a baby- your baby and you left her to go to the fucking desert! you risked your life for what ?! you had a family Eddie! You promised just one tour but you just had to go back, you had a family that needed you!” 

“Exactly! I had a family that needed me! That’s why I left, I had to provide for them.” 

“Don’t give me that shit. You wanna know why mom and dad walk all over you when it comes to raising Chris ? Because you left! You fucking left when the mother of your child, your wife and your child needed you! He needed a father and you left Eddie! Do you know what that does to a child?!” 

“Don’t tell me how to raise my child and you sure as hell don't get a say in where my marriage went wrong!” the two of you stood in the kitchen shouting at each other. 

The things you said were nothing but what you felt was the truth - he did leave Shannon after she had Chris, when she needed him to be there. You weren't siding with her but you weren't picking up for him either- someone had to let him straight and your parents would never dare say the things you would say to him. Although they didn’t like his approach to raising Christoper, they would never say that because Eddie was their son. They much rather half ass suggest things and beat around the bush than tell Eddie straight what they felt. 

The rest of the night was quiet, nothing left to be said between the two of you. Tucking Chris into bed one last time before they leave, you spend the night because you promised Chris you’d be there when they left. 

The morning comes and Eddie is quiet, no surprise there. Chris is attached to your hip and the 2 of you stood outside the house, saying goodbye. You crouch down in front of your nephew, “will you come visit?” he asks you sweetly, your heart breaks a little knowing that you won’t be visiting anytime soon but you put on a smile for him. “Of course, only if we stay up late and eat all the candy we can find” you tickle his side, earning a full belly laugh- your favourite sound. 

“I love you always, you know that right ?” you look up at the little boy who's nodding. “I love you” he smiles, his finger tapping your nose, yours comes up to mirror his action. 

“Okay, give me a big hug and you be good for your dad, he’s a good guy. He just bugs out sometimes” you hug Christoper, his arms wrapped around your neck as you pick him up, carrying him to the trunk. 

Eddie comes out just as you’re putting Chris in. He hands you the keys to the house as he checks to make sure Chris is buckled in properly. 

The two of you standing there awkwardly before Eddie mumbles bye and walks around the truck. Stepping back, you watch as they pull you, Christoper waving to you from the window. 

--

25 years old // 30 years old

El Paso had treated you well, growing up there and going to school but you needed a change now. Applying to teaching jobs all over the country, you hear back from two- one is Minnesota and one in LA but you couldn't handle the cold so LA it was. 

The staff at the school were sweet and welcoming, you had arrived just in time for the new school year. The woman at the front desk was asking you some standard questions when she came across your name on the form.

“Miss, is it l/n or Diaz for your last name ? You have both listed here” she looks to you for an answer. You stared at the paper in front of you- l/n was your mother’s last name and Diaz was your father’s. All your legal documents had Diaz on it but you weren’t sure if you wanted to go by it or not, maybe make something for yourself with the Diaz family name attached to you.

“Miss ?” She asked again, looking at you.

“Diaz. Y/n Diaz is fine” 

Classes start and you’re getting settled in nicely, there’s still some shuffling around in terms of students and you get a finalized class list at the end of the week. Not really looking over it, you set it on the desk until the next morning when you say hello to your new class.

You begin writing your name on the board as the children set in.  

Ms. Diaz in big bold letters. 

“Hey! We have the same last name!” a little boy calls out- voice almost identical to your Chris’ voice. 

Turning, there he was sitting n the middle of the class, your nephew Christopher - except no one knows he’s your nephew nor did he seem to remember that you were his aunt. 5 years without a phone call or a visit is a long time, you wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't remember you and he doesn’t. You treat him as you would treat the rest of your students. 

The end of the day rolls around, Chris is the last student waiting with you. It was getting a bit chilly so the two of you headed into the classroom. Christoper tells you about his dad- unknowing to him that Eddie is your brother and talks about how he’s a firefighter and all the cool things he got to do when he visited the station. 

A blonde man, tall and built in stature comes running into your classroom. “Chris! Buddy!” he heads over to the boy, giving him a hug. “Buck!” the boy smiles, returning the gesture. It was obvious that he knew Chris, the man noticed you watching them. 

“Hi, I'm Ms. Diaz, y/n. Christopher’s teacher” you introduce yourself. The man smiles, “I'm Buck, I work with Christopher’s dad” 

“He sent you to pick up Chris ?” 

“Oh no, he's parking, I just came in to find him because we didn’t see anyone outside. Sorry about that, work ran late” he apologizes. 

“No worries, Chris is a great kid. oh buddy, I was supposed to give you a sticker for your work today hold on” you leave Chris and Buck by the door as you go back to your desk, looking for a sticker sheet. When you returned, Eddie was there with Buck, both men had their backs turned to you. 

“Yeah! She has the same last name as us dad, there is she” the boy smiled, waving at you. “Ms. Diaz!” he shouts as you make your way over. You don't look at the men instead you step past them, crouching down in front of Chris showing him the sticker sheet. 

“Which one would you like?” showing him the sheet, Christopher picks out a little green star with a smiley face on it. Peeling it from the sheet, you stick it on his shirt. 

“Can dad and Buck have matching ones too ?” he asks sweetly and who were you to turn down such a cute face.

“Of course,” smiling at him, you stand and turn to Buck. “Can I ?” he nods, watching as you repeat the process and stick the green star to his shirt. 

When it comes Eddie’s turn, you can feel Buck’s eyes on you and you see him move to Eddie as well. As for Eddie himself, his eyes were wide, he hadn't spoken to you in almost 5 years and his parents refused to tell him anything other than ‘she’s fine’ when he asked. You didn’t ask him, you just stuck the sticker on him, on his forehead to be exact. 

Eddie pulled you in for a hug, a well needed yet weird one. Buck and Chris are whispering behind the two of you. 

“I’m sorry” Eddie whispers, his arms still around you. 

“I’m the one that said all that shit” you tell him, he shakes his head and lets you go. 

“You were right. I’m sorry. I know sorry isn't going to fix it but you’re here and I- I just wanna fix things. I miss my sister and I know Chris misses his aunt” 

“Yeah, you’re an ass but you’re still my brother. I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try” 

Buck goes “oh” behind you, you’re now standing beside Eddie- arms folded and brows furrowed, the same expression on both of you. 

“Yeah, I see it now” Buck mumbles, “I’m starving, what’s for dinner ?” he asks, him and Chris walking towards the door together.

 You and Eddie follow them out, “why don't you join us for dinner ?” Eddie turns to you, you give him a look. “I can’t crash your time with your boyfriend, y’all are probably-” “my what ?” once again, Eddie had a stupid look on his face. 

“So you’re telling me that wonderful human ball of joy isn't your boyfriend ?” looking at your brother, the stupid look still on his face. 

“No, why would you think that ?” hearing the genuine confusion in his voice, you laugh. 

“No reason, but if you’re not gonna date him, I might.” Giving your brother a smile, his head tilts and a look you know all too well on his face. 

“Don’t” his finger pointed at you, you were now biting back a laugh. 

“Hey Buck!” you shout, running towards him, Eddie running behind you and shouting for you to stop. 

Things were going to fall back into place pretty easily. 

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Din Djarin, Paz Vizsla, Boba Fett x Reader - Kinktober Day 25

Cock Worship | Erotic Dancing | Overstimulation | Exhibitionism/Voyeurism 

Word Count: 3.5k  Warnings: fem reader, lapdancing, p in v sex, creampies, blowjobs, fingering, deepthroating, size difference/kink, multiple orgasms, pet names, voyeurism & exhibitionism, very lightly edited so there may be mistakes (oops)

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You should have known that sleemo wasn't going to let you get away with it. It was his own fault really. You had repeatedly told him the rules (No touching, no groping, pay up front) and he repeatedly broke them, you should have simply called security and let them deal with it but something about him pissed you off so much that you slipped a little spice into his drink. Not enough to kill him or seriously hurt him but enough so that you could steal his credits and his fancy holo-pad and that he couldn't stop you. It was then that you had security throw him out after grasping his chin tightly and whispering some nasty words to him that you would actually kill him if he ever showed up again. 

Life had gone on after that and you honestly almost forgot about it. That is until the bounty hunters started showing up. Now bounty hunters coming to a club to watch the dancers wasn't unusual and you being requested for a private dance wasn't unusual either. What was unusual was when the first bounty hunter tried to bring you in, though he wasn't the smartest. Trying to slip you a drugged drink which you insisted he drink first, with your assistance of course, and when he took a small sip you had crawled on his lap, pinning his hands down as you tipped every last drop down his throat. 

From there it was really a never ending stream, it had started slow but soon there was one you were fending off nearly every day. It honestly grew exhausting beating them with everything from a small knife coated with a weak poison that would knock them out tucked safely away in your panties, some you just offered money to while others forgot the bounty when you danced for them, one man you kicked in the nether regions so hard he left of his own free will figuring it wasn't worth it. Yes, you were pretty sure that this was going to be your new life - constantly on guard - though you weren't too upset considering all of the hunters paid you for a dance up front so you were raking in quite a few credits. But when three Mandalorians walked in you nearly fell off of the pole you were currently dancing on, you knew they had to be here for you. 

You had been managing just fine when it was single bounty hunters coming after you but three, this was going to be impossible. You continued your routine until the song finished and you quickly switched out to try to come up with a plan. They had sat right in front of the stage you had just been on and deciding to get ahead of the metaphorical speeder you approach them.

You sauntered up with all the false confidence of the world, one of them - the green one - shifted up in interest as you approached as he had been relaxed sprawling over the couch. The blue one tilted his head in your direction and the silver one stood still, you took a deep breath as you reached the trio.

"I assume you're here for me. I'll-"

"We are." Your jaw ticked slightly in annoyance as the silver one cut you off. You paused before opening your mouth to speak only to be cut off by him again, "We can do this the easy way or the hard way."

There was a chuckle from the green Mandalorian though it held little humor, "Let her speak Din."

Din, that must have been the silver one's name. You couldn't miss the way he bristled at the green one's tone, you knew there was no way to out muscle them but the dissonance between them now that was something you could use. Deciding to play up on it you turned your attention to green purring out, "Are you in charge?" 

Again you noticed how Din stiffened at your words and his helmet shook slightly when green replied, "Yes I am, such a smart girl."

You laughed and bit your lip lightly, "Well what I was going to say is I'll go with you three, no fighting, no problems, if you let me give you three a private dance."

"Do you think we're st-"

Din spoke only to be cut off once again by green, "Why would you do that? There's nothing in it for you."

You let out another breathy laugh before replying, "Might as well get my last kicks in before you three haul me to who knows where. Figure I should go out with a bang."

There was silence, greens helmet turned towards blue's and Din seemed to be staring straight into your soul. Green turned back to you with a short, "Fine."

Din launched up as he growled, "No. We aren't stupid, we're not going to play whatever little game this is."

You knew he was on to you but the other two seemed eager to go along with your little scheme. You offered him a soft smile and you strolled a tad closer to him, "Honestly, no tricks and besides am I really that much of a threat to you? I mean it's three to one, if I tried anything I don't think any of you would have any problems taking me down. I mean blue over here looks like he could eat me for breakfast."

On your last sentence you let your voice drop down slightly giving your words a double meaning that you knew blue caught as he shifted in his seat. Din stared at you and you shifted nervously until green spoke gruffly, "Let's go."

You blinked at them before tilting your head and motioning for them to follow you. You slid past the curtain leading to the private rooms and headed to the one closest to the back exit in case you actually managed to pull this off and needed a speedy getaway. You held the silky fabric blocking the view of the room to the side in order for the three men to shuffle into the room. As they got comfortable on the long couch in the front of the room you headed over to the holo-pad that controlled the music and selected a slow, sensual playlist. You hoisted yourself up onto the stage and slipped into your routine trying to ignore the fact that these were bounty hunters here for you. 

You paused when you noticed that the green one had taken his helmet off and faltered as you saw his roguish good looks. He had slid his legs open and a smirk covered his brown face as a gloved hand patted his thigh causing you to stumble. Your eyed him up and down as you slowly climbed down from the stage. Biting your lip you sauntered over to him swaying with the music, you turned and lowered so your ass brushed his thighs. 

Spinning back to face him you swiveled your hips around before placing one leg next to his hip, you trailed your fingers down your leg and smirked as his brown eyes followed your movement. You straightened back up before dropping into a squat and your hands slid up his legs to his thighs. He twitched slightly and one of his hands grasped yours. Lowering yourself to your knees you tilted your head at him with a seductive glance. He guided your hand to his upper thigh and you could tell he was hardening from the way his codpiece moved. You stared up at him you lowly questioned, "What would you like bounty hunter? I'll give you whatever you need."

"Boba. call me Boba and I think you'd look a whole lot prettier with something in your mouth pretty girl." As he spoke he worked on pulling off his codpiece and shifting his pants down in order to pull out his hard cock. You smiled up at him, while you would love to claim you were just doing this to get out of the bounty there was part of you that knew there was something drawing you to Boba and if you had given him a private dance under any other circumstance it would have ended much the same way.

Din let out a discontented grunt as you slipped Boba's hard length into your mouth sliding him as deep as he could go without choking you. Boba moaned his hand grasping the back of your neck as you sucked on his cock, bobbing your head up and down. Your hands moved to wrap around the part of him that you couldn't take while your other hand slipped to play with his balls. You let yourself look up at him doe eyed and slid him just far enough into your mouth that you choked lightly and your eyes watered. Boba's hips bucked as his nostrils flared. When you repeated the motion he groaned before squeezing your neck and pulling you off of his cock. Growling he stroked the back of your neck whispering, "Can I fuck you pretty girl?"

You nodded as you pulled off your already flimsy underwear and clambered onto his lap eagerly. Your hand grasped his cock as you slid his tip back and forth through your wet folds, the blowjob was sexier than you had anticipated and you were aching for stimulation. Boba's hands grasped your hips and you locked eyes as you sunk onto his length. Your walls stretched around him as you slid to his hilt let out a small whimper. Brown eyes gleamed as his hands tightened their grip and he snarled, "I wanna hear you screaming my name, pretty girl."

That was the warning you got before his hips were lifting off the seat to bounce you on his lap causing a startled moan to escape your body. Your jaw dropped as Boba absolutely pounded into you, he nuzzled into your neck pressing soft kisses and nips to the skin there. Your eyes darted to the other two Mandalorians in the room the blue one closest to you was unabashedly watching, a hand resting on his crotch his cod piece having been removed, and Din was pointedly staring at the empty stage. 

Boba grasped your chin to turn your face back to him as he pulled away from your neck, your hands grabbed at his shoulders as his cock slid in and out of you. Your walls fluttered around him as he held your gaze and he groaned at your expression, "That's it, just like that pretty girl. Do you have the implant?"

"I'm safe." You panted out in response. You never liked the names that other patrons had called you but as Boba praised you your cunt clenched around him. He moaned again and his pace sped up, his cock slamming up into you as you cried out his name your walls clinging to him desperately. Your fingers dug into him as you approached your peak but Boba beat you too it as his hips slowed and stuttered as hot cum painted your walls. Squeezing around him you moaned and rocked your hips back and forth slowly to help him ride out his orgasm. Boba steadied your hips on his as he cooed out, "Such a good girl."

Your clenched yet again at his words as you whimpered slightly, another hand grasped your arm and your head turned to land on the blue Mandalorian next you. Dragging your eyes down his body you landed on his impressive length which he had been desperately stroking. Climbing off of Boba's lap with a soft whine you walked in front of the big blue man. His hands slid to your sides, tracing and soothing down your waist and hips. His big palms squeezed at your side and you bit your lip before murmuring, "Will you make me cum Mandalorian?"

He grunted and tugged you forward in between his legs, "Call me Paz. Think you can handle me mesh'la?"

Din let out another irritated noise as Paz gave out his name, his head turned away from you. Paz's gloved hand slid to your wet cunt, slipping two fingers into your folds and thumbing at your clit. Mewling at the intrusion you clenched around his big fingers as he pumped softly, you appreciated the prep as his cock was truly bigger than you had ever taken - proportional to the man it belonged to. Fingers stretched you out, scissoring and curling within your depths, and you clung to his shoulders as short cries flew from your mouth.  Your pussy clenched hard and Paz pulled his fingers from your depths as he nudged your legs apart with one of his knees, "When you cum mesh'la it's going to be on my cock."

You nodded and parted your legs to clamber onto his lap. He lined himself up with you and you trembled in anticipation as his head slowly pushed through your folds. As you sunk onto his cock you couldn't hold back the whimpers as he stretched you out further than Boba had. Tears filled your eyes as he eased you down onto his cock. Paz cooed, his thumbs massaging your lower back gently as his hips arched upwards, pushing into you and filling you to the brim. You whimpered out his name, pussy spasming hard as tears started slipping down your face. Paz started a slow pace pulling out and then pushing in deeper than he had been, "Kriff mesh'la this pussy is perfect, taking me so well. So good for me."

Before you knew what was happening you Paz had sped up and one of his fingers was toying with your clit. A light pinch to your clit had you unraveling completely. Your orgasm had you seeing white as your walls clenched around the length inside of you and your back arched hard, pressing your stomach against Paz. He growled out as his fingers sped up amping your pleasure to the next level and your muscles tensed. The tears that had trickled down your face increased to a steady stream as you wailed his name. 

Paz looped his arms around your waist and suddenly he was standing. You wrapped your legs around his waist with a squeal as he adjusted to grab under your knees just before his hips pumped forward and your hips forcefully bounced against his. The obscene noises filled the air as he bottomed out within you on every thrust.  He turned while still holding you so Boba and Din could watch as he destroyed your tight little cunt. You pulled yourself flush to him as your arms wrapped around his shoulders while he pounded into you. Your whimpers and moans of his name flew through his helmet to reach his ears unfiltered as your face buried in his clothed neck. 

His hips shifted slightly and he hit a super sensitive spot deep within you causing you to let out a loud cry of his name. This pushed him into orgasm as his cock twitched within you and as his hips continued to pump into his cum spilled into you. Your own walls clenched and fluttered around him as an unexpected orgasm swept over you. Head flying back you cried out Paz's name over and over again as your walls milked his length of every last drop of cum. Your breathing was coming out in harsh pants and you could tell Paz was similarly affected as his chest expanded against yours. Your walls continued to tremble and flutter around him as the two of you came down, you nuzzling into his neck as your body shook against him.

In a very gentle move he lowered each of your legs to the ground, keeping a firm arm wrapped  around your waist - without which you wouldn't have remained standing. He held you softly against him until you regained feeling in your wobbly legs and you took a tentative step. His hand found your hand to squeeze affectionately as he muttered, "Thank you mesh'la."

You smiled at him before you turned your head to the grumpy silver Mandalorian who was still pointedly looking away from the two of you. Boba, on the other hand, had been unabashedly watching and was palming at his cock which had hardened again solely from watching you be ravished. You stumbled, you had no illusions about how graceful you were after being totally wrecked by Paz’s massive cock, over to Din as you had noticed a very prominent bulge at the front of his pants. Slipping to your knees you rested your hands on his lower thighs as you looked up at him.

"That looks awfully painful Din, would you like some help with that?" There was silence for several long moments and you thought he was going to put an end to this whole affair and put you in binders on the spot. You were absolutely shocked when he finally grunted and then nodded his head. 

You delighted in trailing your hands up his thighs and feeling how they tensed under your hands. It was easy to slip his cock and balls out of his pants without a cod piece in the way, you smiled up at him as you stroked him softly, "I just wanna make you feel good, that's all."

With that you sucked him into your mouth, allowing your spit to coat him thoroughly as you eagerly bobbed your head. Your spit dripped down his length as you hollowed your cheeks around him and Din's hand cupped your face as you slid him further into your mouth. Your eyes glanced up at him to see his helmet tilting back and you allowed your eyes to slide shut as you opened your throat to him, to focus on pleasuring Din. You gently eased yourself down to take majority of his length, feeling his cock sliding into your throat. Pausing for a moment to adjust and allow yourself to calm your breathing as you slowly eased your head up and down. Din swore and his gloved hand moved to the back of your head, grabbing hard as he spoke, "Shit cyare, I'm gonna cum. Do you want me to cum down your throat?"

You nodded best you could with a cock stuffed down your throat and you cupped his balls lightly. That was enough for him and his hips bucked slightly causing you to gag lightly before his cum was slipping down your throat. You swallowed lightly, fighting back the urge to choke as you worked him through his orgasm. As Din was sure he had shot all of his load into your waiting throat he slowly urged your head back off of his length. Your eyes slid up to his helmet as you pulled off of him and then your tongue dipped out to clean off his tip and shaft of any cum you hadn't been able to swallow. Din swore again as you pulled back and shakily sat of the ground, exhausted from the three men before you. 

There was another bout of silence before Boba spoke again, "It seems a downright shame to bring you to that sleemo now that we've gotten to know you."

You looked at Boba shocked, the man looked as relaxed as he had before. His cock tucked away and his arms spread over the back of the couch. He shot you a smirk as he offered, "What do you say to a little compromise. We get to come back, whenever we want - whether individually or together, and you give us a private dance whenever we'd like."

You couldn't help but let a smirk cover your own face as you saucily asked, "Are you blackmailing me Boba?"

He laughed, "C'mon pretty girl, I think we all know how much you enjoyed that. We'll be on our merry way and you can keep doing whatever it was you were doing to fend off the other hunters, as long as it's not this."

You shook your head, "No, I usually just sedate them somehow. I've never done this with a patron before."

This time it was Paz talking, "Good. Let's keep it that way mesh'la. Only us."

The two of them rose, Boba popping his helmet back onto his head as he headed towards the hallway back to the main area and Paz followed after. Din was the last to rise, situating himself before rising above you and offering his hand. You took it and he hauled you to your feet, hand holding yours for just a moment longer. 

As he stared at you you were positive that he was going to change his mind and bring you in but instead his hand rose to stroke your cheek. Rumbling out, "You tell no one of this. And like they said, only we get to touch you like that cyar'ika. Only us."

You nodded up at him and he stood for a second more before turning away to follow the other two out. You had to gather yourself as you walked over to collect your discarded panties and to come to grips of what just happened. You couldn't remember a time when you had ever been that thoroughly fucked and a smile covered your face as you hoped the three Mandalorians would come back soon.

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Of Pride and Promises - P. 2

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader 

Summary: It has been a mere three weeks since your breakup with Draco Malfoy. Though your feelings haven’t changed, circumstances have. 

Word Count: 2.1 k 

Warnings: Angst-ish(?), swearing, sectumsempra, fist-fights, blood (minor?), aftermath of a breakup 

Requested? - Yes

Masterlist          Part One

A/N: For the lovely nonnie that requested it! I hope you like it! (I’m not exactly happy with it but hey, something is something!) [This work has not been beta read. Any mistakes are mine and mine alone] 

Edit:  I would also like to announce that I am looking for one, possibly two, beta readers! If you are interested please let me know!

Loving Draco Malfoy was like wading through quicksand. The more you resisted, the stronger the pull. Until eventually, you were pulled under. 

That’s what it had been like for you. That’s what it had felt like. You were suffocated and sedated until you couldn’t think straight, until you couldn’t see straight. Your hands were no longer your own, your magic was merely an extension of his. Everything that you owned, was his to use. 

Until you broke free. And then suddenly you could breathe. You felt lighter, you felt happier. You felt like you were more. But every time you saw him in the halls, every time you passed him in the Great hall, every time you so much as glanced in his direction, an intense wave of hurt and pain swept through you. 

And Draco only seemed to be getting worse. Dark circles clung to his eyes like forgotten friends, his cheeks had sunken in, and his skin was a brand new shade of waxy white. He looked sickly, often reminding you of the Victorian children that haunted the paintings in the Slytherin common room. You were no fool. You knew that although the breakup may have been hard on him, it was nowhere near the severity of whatever threatened him now. 

“Merlin, is that Katie Bell?” Pansy whispered to you, her chin propped up on her hands as she shamelessly stared at the girl who had just entered the Great Hall. “She looks like shite,” she said with a laugh, dragging her gaze back towards you. 

“Yeah Pans,” you replied, stabbing your fork into one of the many potatoes that lay on your plate. “Being cursed will do that to you.” 

The girl groaned, paying no mind to your snarky comment as she sat back in her seat, arms crossed over her chest. “And there goes Saint Potter, probably trying to be first in line to the pity parade and get all the sympathy points.” 

You sighed and rolled your eyes, chancing a look over your shoulder at the scene unraveling in the middle of the Hall. You had to hand it to Pansy, she had nailed Katie’s description perfectly. The girl looked almost as haggard as Draco did. 

You watched uninterested as Harry no doubt grilled the poor girl about the happenings of her curse, your hand perched under your chin. You were about to turn back to your food and to Pansy, who had not stopped talking to you apparently, when your eyes caught on Draco’s form. 

He seemed frozen in place at the entrance to the Hall, unmoving as he looked at Harry and Katie in what appeared to be mute horror. He locked eyes with Potter and turned around, quickly making his way out of the Hall and down an unknown corridor. Harry soon followed him, and it was pure instinct that drove you to stand up from the table and follow after the two boys, much to Pansy’s dismay. Something else was happening here, and whether it had to do with Draco’s distance before your break up or not, you were going to find out just what the hell it was. 

Chasing after Harry, you frantically tried to match his pace, running into students and Professors alike as you turned corners and skidded down hallways. It was a miracle that you hadn’t run into a wall yet, truly. You watched as he disappeared from view, ducking into the usually haunted girls bathroom. With a frown etched into your face and nary a thought to the consequences, you followed him. 

Curses being flung across the bathroom at lightning speed met you on the other side of the door, and you had to duck almost immediately to avoid being hit. You lay flat on the ground, mumbling things like “What the bloody hell could have set them off in three minutes?!” as you fumbled for your wand with one hand and protected your head from shattered stalls with the other. 

You crawled forward as soon as your wand was in your grasp, dragging yourself through the wrecked toilet stalls and avoiding most of the spells being hurled across the room as you prepared yourself to intervene. You moved into a crouch, murmuring a quick shielding charm before walking through the door half torn off its hinges and into the middle of their duel. 

“Wands down -” You were barely able to get a sentence out before you had to dodge a curse sent by Potter himself, drawing your arms into your body as you heard him yell “Sectumsempra!”

Draco was flung across the room, his body hitting the floor with a dull thud. Both you and Harry looked over at him, pausing your actions as you realized that he wasn’t moving. “Draco?” you called out anxiously, taking a step closer to him. That was when you saw the blood blooming on his shirt and bleeding into the water. “Merlin,” you muttered to yourself, wasting no time in rushing over to his body, hands shaking as you tried to remember the proper healing spells. 

“What the hell did you do to him, Potter?!” you yelled, looking over at Harry quickly before looking back at Draco. Dozens of cuts had opened up on his body, continuously bleeding and showing absolutely no signs of stopping. “Shit shit shit shit.” You hated to admit it but you still loved him. You still loved how it had been when you were with him. And you were so, so scared that you would lose him like this. So suddenly. 

As if he could hear your thoughts, Professor Snape appeared out of nowhere, quickly rushing to Draco’s side and sending a long, slow look at Harry. 

“I don’t know what to do,” you said, rushed as you stared down at Draco. “They won’t stop bleeding. He won’t wake up.” The professor placed a seemingly comforting hand on your shoulder before wordlessly beginning to move his wand over Draco’s body, murmuring a spell underneath his breath so quietly that you couldn’t catch what he was saying. You didn’t care. The blood that had previously been pouring out of Draco’s body was returning to it, and the wounds were sealing. 

Footsteps sounded behind you, and you realized that Harry was running away. You shouldn’t chase after him. Not when you were no longer with Draco. And certainly not with a Professor standing right next to you. But all rational thought had left your mind, and all you could think about was making Harry pay. So you stood, and you ran. 

If you thought that Harry was fast before, he was even quicker now, running as if he knew he was being pursued. And maybe he did. But that just made it more satisfying for you as you ran him down, slowly but surely beginning to catch up with him until you hit him with a stunning hex and sent him careening to the ground. 

“What the fuck was that Potter! What, do you preach the absence of curses until it’s convenient for you like a fucking hypocrite?”

Students and staff alike were turning to watch the exchange, gathering nearer as they sensed a fight. It was likely that you didn’t have much time before you were stopped so you decided to make it count. The stinging hex was wearing off by now, you knew it would be. So you kicked his wand away before pocketing yours. If they wanted a fight they would get one. 

Harry turned to look at you, quickly standing up and getting to his feet. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The way he turned up his nose and squared his shoulders told you that he was trying to appear confident. The sweat on his brow and the shiftiness of his eyes also told you that he was epically failing. 

“Is that really how you want to play this Potter?” you asked, danger creeping into your voice as you squared off with the boy wonder. 

“Well it’s how your boyfriend wanted to play when he threw a hex at me,” he retorted, taking a step closer to you in a challenge. 

You barely had time to think before you were punching the Chosen One. Punching him poorly, might you add. You were pretty sure that you heard a faint crack from your thumb. But the blood that had begun to spurt from his nose made your minor injury all worth it. 

Harry cried out, falling back and to the floor as he immediately held one hand up to his nose. He looked at you in surprise, and it only took a few short seconds before a teacher was calling out your name and dragging you up towards Dumbledore’s office. 

You passed Snape on the way up, making eye contact as you noted the unconscious Draco in his arms. You nodded once, more towards yourself than towards him, before turning your gaze back to the professor currently lecturing you on the do’s and don'ts of fights at school. You tuned them out and every interaction after. 

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You couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity that the tables had been turned on you. Yet again. Instead of you waiting in the dark to confront Draco, he had waited for you. You had known he was there as soon as you had closed the portrait, your eyes catching on his barely illuminated form as he sat in front of the fireplace. 

“I suppose I should ask you why you aren’t asleep yet.” You threw his words back in his face as you walked over to the couches, deciding to not even try and avoid him. Your arms were crossed protectively in front of your chest, a poor attempt to try and prevent what was probably about to come. 

Draco raised his hands under his chin, propping it up in a habit that he had learned from you long ago. “Why were you there,” he asked slowly, still not turning his head to look at you. It annoyed you, but you would let him have this for now. 

“I was tired of being lied to.” It was the truth, and that was more than he deserved. 

He clenched his jaw and turned to face you, his eyes narrowed. “You could have died. Didn’t you stop to think about that at all?” 

You sat down in the arm chair to his left, arms and now legs crossed in defiance. “I didn’t think that I would be barging in on a duel. It’s not my fault that you and Potter couldn’t keep it in your pants.” 

“This isn’t a joke!” His voice echoed across the common room and you froze. His gaze was level with yours, eyes glaring at you and hands clenched into fists. “You could have died!” 

“You could have too!” 

“That’s different!” 

“How? How is it different Draco.” At some point you had stood up again, a finger pointed in his face in your anger. The sheer familiarity of the situation was hitting. The two of you had been in these kinds of arguments many times before. “See this self-sacrificing bullshit is why we broke up. Because you couldn’t realize that your life was worth just as much as mine!” 

“No, we broke up because you got scared,” he retorted, standing up and matching your stance. “You got scared that I was actually being self-sufficient for once and you couldn’t handle not being in control!” 

You knew he was deflecting. You knew that the two of you were both lashing out, emotions high from the day that you had, but still you recoiled slightly. “Is that really what you think?” 

He just stared at you, stubborn ignorance formed in every fraction of his being. 

You swallowed thickly, straightening your clothes and taking a step back from him. “Alright then. Gad we cleared that up.” You turned around and took but two steps before you moved to face him again. “And for the record? I was scared. But I was scared that you were recklessly risking your own life because you couldn’t handle even the slightest threat to mine. Not because I wasn’t in control.” You paused, clenching your jaw as you searched his face for any type of reaction. There was none. “I guess today just proved that breaking up had been the right thing to do. Goodnight Malfoy.” 

You didn’t stop walking until you made it to your room with the door closed securely behind you. Letting out a breath, you allowed your body to sag against the door. You weren’t even sure if you could call that conversation closure. It felt more like another couples spat if you were honest, but you had meant your words. 

From now on, you didn’t care what Draco did. You didn’t care if he was sneaking around at odd hours of the night, or looking positively zombie-like. He wasn’t your problem anymore, so you were going to stop making him one. You were done with him. For good. 

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Rise of the Demon King ~ Chapter 8

Rise of the Demon King

Fic: Multi Chapter Paring: MC x Everyone (Mostly Lucifer) Type: Angst with a Happy Ending Total Word Count: 26,758 TW: Major Character Death, Reader gets stabbed with a sword through their chest so..., Abusive Parents, Past Child Abuse, Demon Hunters, Loss of Control Summary: You’ve done it. You’ve finally done it. You’ve managed to anger the demon king. Now you hold your head high as he hands down your sentence. AO3 Portal: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27065362

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His brothers would always know whenever he went to see her as he’d always come back with a content smile on his face. Deep down, he wished that Y/N could’ve met Cynthia. They would have made great friends as they were the only 2 people who could make him smile like this. Mammon may not have been able to save Y/N, but he swore that he would protect Cynthia, no matter the cost.

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CHAPTER 8 - The Great Pancake Debate (2261 words)

It’s been almost 6 months since you arrived in the Celestial Realm. Needless to say, you are quite certain that these last 6 months have been the craziest and stressful months of your life! When you told Simeon and Luke about you staying here, to say they were ecstatic would be an understatement. Luke jumped for joy and wouldn’t stop rambling about all the fun you were going to have. When you told them about God appointing them to help teach you about the Realm, Luke practically did a double take and it took an hour to calm him. Now you have Simeon teaching you about politics and Luke about how to use your wings and powers. On your second day there, Michael woke you up, or well came to get you as you didn’t get any sleep. Turns out, while the Devildom is constant at night, the Celestial realm is constant day and thanks to the floor to ceiling windows, there was no way for you to stop sunlight from coming in. You were introduced to the council at breakfast. Note to self, the brothers breakfasts are QUIET AND PEACEFUL compared to Archangels off duty. The first thing you saw were 2 angels passionately arguing over which pancake topping was the best, strawberries or blueberries. At some point a third angel cut in claiming chocolate chips were the best and all heaven (would you replace hell with heaven here? idk) broke loose. As for me, I just started chuckling in disbelief while making my way over to pick up a pancake of my own when the angel arguing on behalf of the strawberries saw you.

“Hey kid, what topping do you prefer, strawberries, blueberries, or chocolate chips? It’s strawberries right?”

“Actually, I prefer them plain with maple syrup. Although if Satan was the one making it, I’d go for the one with poison berries. Contrary to their name, they’re not actually poisonous and quite sweet.” All the angels present looked at me with a mix of shock and disbelief, save for Michael who just sat there eating his breakfast hoping to leave soon and get to work.

“Kid, did you say Satan?” The angel arguing on behalf of blueberries asked. “Yeah… Blond hair, teal eyes, Avatar of Wrath, Luci’s son? Ring a bell?” Turning to Michael, blueberry angel asked,

“Micheal, who are they and why are they wearing Lucifer’s old get up?” “This is Y/N. They will be staying here and taking Samael’s spot on the council until their agreement with Father ends and they return to the Devildom. Father has asked us to teach them about how our Realm operates and how to successfully fulfill Samael’s former position flawlessly, unless they want to return now and leave heaven early?” Michael turned towards you with a smirk on his face as he asked the last part.

“Very funny Mike. You and I both know I won’t do that no matter how bad you want me to.”

“What did I say about calling me that?!” Micheal’s smirk turned into something short of a snarl.

“Well, if you won’t take me seriously, neither will I. You want me to call you by your name, earn it and stop being an butt… I meant an butt… Why can’t I swear?!”

“This is the Celestial Realm Y/N. Angels don’t swear.” Michael said smugly over the rim of his cup of coffee.

“God Dang it! Argh! Fudge!. Dang it! Ya know what, forget it, my entire mood is ruined. Thanks Michael!”

“Anytime.”

Shooting Michael one last glare, I sighed and turned to the rest of the baffled angels in the room.

“Yes, what Michael said is true. Stuff happened in the Devildom which I will not get in too-”

“The demon king made Samael kill them.”

“Ok, Mike, first off, he didn’t, I ordered him too, second, I thought I said I didn’t want to talk about it. What gives you the right to tell them huh?”

“I felt like it.”

“You son of a beach.” I turned back to the rest of the angels. “Not a word about it. Anyway, due to some personal issues, I made a deal with Father to stay here on the condition that I take over Lucifer’s spot on the council until he either kicks me out or until our agreement has ended.”

“If I may, when will this agreement of yours be over?” The blueberry angel asked.

“I will be returning to the Devildom once Lord Diavolo has been crowned king and his father is 100% out of the picture. Now if you don’t mind me asking, could you introduce yourselves?” “Oh how rude of us, I’m sorry, I am Gabriel.” Gabriel had chestnut brown medium length hair, reaching shoulders. His eyes were a dull green. He wore a white turtleneck and had a light green shawl with golden tassels. He pointed to the strawberry angel. “This is Raphael and he’s Uriel.” He pointed to the chocolate chip angel. Raphael had long reddish-orange hair put up in a high ponytail. His eyes were a stormy gray. He wore a simple light gray half sleeve with an off the shoulder white cape and little decor. Uriel had short gray hair and golden eyes that almost seemed to sparkle. He wore something that reminded you of an off white scholar's robe with gray accents. “These are Saraqael, and Raguel.” He pointed to 2 of the quieter angels who didn’t participate in “the great pancake debate”. “We make up the Archangel council and we’re happy to have you Y/N.” Gabriel finished off with a smile. You were just barely able to make out a little “Not all of us” from Michael. You decided to ignore it, and then, like all the decisions you’ve ever made, it was the wrong one. Sitting back down you asked,

“So, quick question. What started The Great Pancake Topping debate?”

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Breakfast ended 2 hours later with upset angels, and pancakes, everywhere…

In the Devildom. After they lost Y/N

Levi went straight to his room as soon as they got home. As soon as he closed and locked the door he went straight to Henry’s fishbowl, picked it up and sat in his bathtub, hugging the bowl as he cried. ‘Why do I feel like this?! I only like 2D characters and Ruri-chan, not 3D people. How do I miss them?... Why did they leave me? They were my player 2.’ “Well it makes sense, no one would want to stay with a worthless shut in of an otaku like me” he said to the empty room. Henry 2.0 glubbed a bubble in response. “You wouldn’t leave me, would you Henry?” *Glub* “No you wouldn’t… I miss them.” Levi stayed in his tub hugging Henry 2.0 until he fell asleep.

Present

It was another late night, Levi was bingeing a new anime ‘I fell in love with a 3D girl but I’m afraid she’ll leave me after finding out that I’m an otaku who rarely leaves their room’ . He was halfway through the 9th episode when he got a notification from Mononoke Island. One of his raid mates was stuck and needed some help. He paused his marathon to help his fellow mate and stayed up until the early hours of the morning switching between playing Mononoke and watching his anime. Stumbling into the dining room for breakfast the next morning, he was met with complete silence. Lucifer had left early, Belphie was asleep, Beel was too absorbed in eating, Satan in his book and Asmo on his phone to even notice him enter the room. Mammon was busy in the human world helping out sone witches. Levi sat down in his normal spot, taking whatever was left as he mentally prepared himself for the day. As soon as the bell rang, signaling the end of the day at RAD, still dressed in his uniform, Levi left as quickly as he could. There was an anime expo happening in the human realm right now and there was some ultra-rare limited edition Ruri-chan merch being sold there. He had gotten Lucifer’s permission to attend the expo so long as he was back by 11. Existing the portal and making his way to the expo, Levi thought about the last expo he attended with Y/N. They cosplayed as Erin and Levi from Attack on Titan and spent the entire day surrounded by fellow anime nerds. They had also booked a room at a nearby hotel. It was 3 days of bonding time for them. Entering the expo, Levi decided he would get something for them as decor for their headstone put in memory of them in the backyard of the House of Lamentation. Nearing the line for Ruri-chan merch, Levi noticed someone staring intensely at him. He decided to ignore them but keep a loose eye on them, just in case. He got to the front of the line and purchased 4 of the Ruri-chan collection kits. One for use, one for display, one to keep and sell in the future, and one for Y/N. He decided to wander around a little more to see if anything else would catch his eye while he was here. He spotted a Black Butler station and remembered the jokes he and Y/N would crack about Barbatos and Sebastian. He passed a Fate/Stay Night stand and remembered their conversations on which heroic class they would belong to. Levi would have been the perfect Lancer. He passed countless other stalls, each of them holding a memory he made with Y/N. Distracted by his trip down memory lane, Levi forgot all about the person stalking him. He went and purchased some dinner from one of the stalls before sitting down and pulling out his DDD and looked at some pictures of Y/N and him at their last expo. He didn’t look up from his phone until he felt someone sit opposite of him. Levi looked up to see some middle aged man just sitting there on his phone. He didn’t have any food, merch, or even look like someone interested in an anime expo. Feeling an uncomfortable aura emitting from this man, Levi got up and left. He took a quick look over his shoulder and saw that the man wasn’t following him. He left the expo and went down an alleyway to open up a portal back to the Devildom when he accidentally bumped into someone dropping his purchases.

“S-sorry”

“That’s quite alright.” The stranger extended a hand out to let him up. “Say, I’d love to know where you got your uniform from. No schools around here have uniforms like that one.”

Looking up, Levi saw the same man that was watching him with a twisted smile. Masking his fear, he mumbled an excuse about being in a rush and tried to dash around him. Before he could get 2 steps down the alley, the man grabbed him and pushed him further into the alleyway. Levi’s head struck the wall hard leaving him dazed for a moment.

“I didn’t think my intel about finding a RAD attendee at the expo would be true but whaddya know? Seems I caught myself a demon.”

Levi, now more aware of his surroundings, realized he was cornered by a demon hunter. Despite being in an alleyway, there were too many people around for him to do anything rash. Without missing a beat, the hunter pulled out an enchanted dagger aiming straight for Leviathan’s heart. Levi rolled and dogged last minute before colliding into someone’s chest. That person in question wrapped his arms around Levi’s chest and put their own dagger to his throat.

“I know you’re there! Come on out and I might spare your friend's life!” The hunter holding Levi yelled. When no one stepped out, the dagger held by Levi’s neck began pushing on his skin. Levi felt a flare of pain and against his better judgement, transformed. His tail wrapped around hunter 2’s leg and flipped him over while the first hunter charged at him, only to be blown to the ground as a powerful gust of wind knocked him over.

“Jeez Levi, you’re lucky I was here. Seriously, why didn’t ya do somethin’ earlier? Maybe then I wouldn’t have ta save yo ass.” Mammon stepped out from the darkness with a bored look on his face.

“Come on, Lucifer’s waiting for ya back home. LOOK OUT!” Levi turned around just in time to see Hunter number 2 taking a swing at his neck and managed to duck just in time. Mammon then charged over punching the hunter square in the face, knocking him out cold.

“T-thanks M-mammon.”

“No problem. Come on, let’s get ya back home before any more of them show up.”

Stepping through the portal, a question plagued Levi’s mind.

“Mammon, how did you know I was in trouble?”

“Some witches summoned me. I overheard them talk about some hunter group getting a tip about a possible demon being at some expo. Then I realized that it was the same one you were going to, so I decided to go there myself to make sure ya weren’t followed. I’m glad I did too.”

“Th-thank you Mammon. Really.”

“Of course, what are big brothers for. Anyway, about my payment, maybe you can forget about the money I owe ya?”

Groaning, Levi started walking faster, leaving Mammon and his whining behind as he made his way back to the safety of his room.

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