#hulk oneshot

[theblackestvalkyrie]

#2 - Hulk - Oneshot (Pipe Game Series)

Pairing: Hulk (Bruce Banner) x Giantess!Reader

Summary: Hulk comes back from fighting in the arena and you couldn’t help but get turned on by his performance. Unfortunately, he takes “Hulk Smash” a little too literally. 

Warning:  Kind of awkward smut, dubcon, rough sex, hulk’s fat girthy cock, sex positive reader, unrealistic cervix fucking, pissing/piss kink, painful sex, accidental/surprise orgasm, slight somnophilia, size difference, NO BETA WE DIE LIKE MEN

A/N:  Keep in mind that there is no Bruce in this fic. It’s strictly Hulk in this one. Comic fans, y’all know they are NOT the same person like the movies try to make it so really, they should be in different tags but whatever. Unfortunately, the rating was 5/10 but I personally think he’d be a 9/10 just on size alone 🤤. Reader is sex positive Is that coded for whore? Maybe lmao. Don’t be offended as I am a proud whore myself and is also a giantess (when compared to other species). Kind of like Bilquis from ‘American Gods’. If you know you know 😏. I took this one too far and a bit off track but I am pent tf up sexually so please be easy on me lol.

PG Chapters: Tony //

Based on this post.

The crowd was electric. Their enthusiastic cries and cheers echoed throughout the arena rising and falling with the wins and losses of warriors as they fought for their lives in the arena. On any other night, you’d be on the prowl looking for someone to bed or drink with but tonight was different. The new champion was fighting tonight.

You licked your lips at the thought as you watched his enormous green figure leap around and smash through the opponents put in front of him. He had hardly debuted and fought just a handful of times but ‘The Incredible Hulk’, as he was introduced before fights, was someone who was quickly making a name for himself.

The Hulk wouldn’t be the first champion you had approached sexually but judging by how thick he was all around; he might just be the last. You couldn’t contain your sexually charged thoughts as you watched him from the seat of your aircraft hovering above the arena.

 Tonight would be the night you would make your move. You had been planning and plotting the entire week while also remaining celibate. Going without sex for a week while not ideal, would be doable but that one week stretched into a month as your schedules never seemed to align. But tonight the stars aligned. You had no scheduled fights and Hulk only had one match scheduled. So, you suffered through the entire thing squirming with legs crossed and slightly out of breath from just watching Hulk fight. Your clit mashed desperately against the seat, pelvis tilting back and forth in wanton desire.

You gripped the steering wheel to stop yourself from shoving your fingers where you needed them the most. The fight predictably ended in Hulk’s favor with the crowd and the Grandmaster going wild. Waiting was the hardest part. It would take some time for him to make his way back to his quarters which gave you plenty of time to land, park, and make your way to his room. You arrived just a few minutes after he entered his apartment you didn’t bother knocking. There was no privacy on Sakaar.

The red and white theme of the room just screamed Hulk. Trophies, both gifted and taken from his opponents by force, littered the floor and made up what little furniture he had. His room even had a full bar of high-end quality liquors and other mind-altering beverages on a fully stocked cabinet.

The Grandmaster's favoritism was blatantly obvious.

There he sat, a warm washcloth draped over his face, arms draped across his heated bathing pool, not a care in the world. You let your eyes trace downward towards his muscular thick chest and the sparse dark chest hair growing there trailing down his abdomen and obscured by the water.

In an effort to make yourself fully known, you let your footsteps become louder making more noise. Immediately he sat up alert and uncovered his eyes watching you like a predator. You and Hulk had never interacted up close but had seen each other in passing so were familiar yet complete strangers to each other.

“You did so well tonight, Hulk. I wanted to help you relax after such a hard job. Will you let me help you? Will you let me be your tool?”

Silence sat between you both as Hulk tilted his head in deep contemplation. You could practically see the gears turning in his head as his dark eyes pierced right through you.

“Hulk owns you?”

You could have come on the spot at his response. This was better than you could imagine. He must have thought you were one of the contracted sex workers the Grandmaster employed, and why wouldn’t he when you showed up with no underwear, a sheer bodycon dress, and zero inhibitions? Having a sexual tryst for a night was good but having someone sexually own you was a new level to you entirely.

“Yes.” No hesitation on your part.

“Strip.” A forceful command that left no room for argument.

You eagerly shed the thin soft fabric of your dress letting it pool around your feet. You could feel his eyes roaming your body studying your perky hard nipples and the intricate design of your pubic hair.

“Come” He gestured waving a wet hand out of the water and splashing water around without a care in the world for the surroundings. The first steps up to the pool were nerve-racking. While he made no move up to come to you, you could see him shifting around in anticipation.

It only made you more excited at the fact that he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

Once you were fully into the warm pool the water settled above your belly button leaving your breasts dry and fully on display. You stopped a little shorter than an arm’s length in front of Hulk wondering if this was too close. It was almost comical to be worried about personal space when you entered his room without permission on the basis of fucking his brains out.

Hulk’s hand rose out of the water and cupped your right breast in shameless desire. He looked to be studying your chest like he had never seen a pair before caressing them with a gentleness that betrayed his size. A sweet silence settled between you two as you enjoyed his soft touch but at some point, you started getting tired of the sweetness.

You wanted to get fucked through the floor.

In a move of pure seduction, you slipped a hand under the water and straight to his cock stroking smoothly thanks to the lubrication of the pool.

Your fingers brushed the fat mushroom head as you took in his size. The head was hot even under the warm water and you struggled to wrap your fingers around it. His entire length measured from the tips of your fingers to the end of your elbow and then some. So many nights of struggling because you were a giantess. Nights of accidentally killing men unlucky enough to get sucked up into you during sex and men too scared to partake after hearing the rumors. It all lead to this glorious moment.

Hulk took his cue from you and slipped his fingers between your legs as well just discovering and exploring to his heart's content.

“You a virgin big guy?” You purred squeezing his length lightly.

“Maybe.” He huffed, half in annoyance half in arousal.

You giggled wrapping your other hand around what you couldn’t reach with the other hand still pumping him but adding a little twist to your wrist.

“Will you let me take care of you?”

He nodded and that was all you needed. Apparently, this was all he needed before standing in the deep pool. The water glistened and rolled off his muscles and down his happy trail to the deep v- cut of his pelvis exposing him in all his glory.

Your mouth started watering at the sight of his curved length. It was even better than anything your imagination could conjure up.

His weeping cock head spread precum along your cheek and lips as Hulk prodded your mouth open with his member.

“You suck me.”

You were granted a few seconds to take in all his splendor up close before his swollen head was banging on the back of your throat in inexperienced thrusts. Even with your hands gripping his hips in a death drip didn’t slow him down and you doubted much would deter him from the warmth of your throat.

You could feel your vision going spotty the darkness calling you and you flailed in panic a little. Hulk pulled himself from your throat and you gasped and coughed for breath ignoring the way the mix of saliva and precum dripped down your chin and throat obscenely.

Hulk lifted you over his shoulder and lumbered out of the pool to his trophy bed smacking your ass once and then dumping you on the bed saturating the sheets from your soaking wet bodies.

Unceremoniously he split your legs wide and ground his bloated cock tip into you bumping the nose of your clit and sliding back between your slick lips to your taint and back up again. Sawing back and forth in slow calculated movements.

Back and forth.

Back.

And.

Forth.

“We fuck now.”

He wasn’t even looking at your face but between your legs at his lewd movements. It was like you weren’t even in the room.

Yes please.” You squealed gripping the sheets in anticipation.

He moved then splitting your vaginal opening bigger than your fist. The stretching burned like nothing you had ever felt and you wondered in the back of your mind if this was how giving birth felt.

“Please wait…...Too big… Please….”

He ignored you and continued to push past any tight resistance living up to his title as champion and hit the opening of your cervix. You cried out as his thick girth split you immediately regretting ever approaching Hulk. Thankfully Hulk had enough thought to stop when he hit the doors of your cervix.

His large green hands gripped your hips and overlapped around your smaller figure. You might have been bigger than everyone you came across but Hulk made you feel small this very moment.

The room filled with the wet squelching sounds of your pussy getting hammered all you could do was spread your legs and hold on. You couldn’t keep up with his pace and the fact that it was bringing equal parts pain and pleasure confused you yet brought a feral arousal like you had never known.

“Gods, slow the fuck down!”

Your flailing was starting to annoy Hulk so he pinned you down with his arms and whole body pressing you into the mattress breathing into the side of your face.

“Don’t fight it.”

Babbling in delirium as he worked you over on his shaft like a cock sleeve with reckless abandon. Again the fat tip of his cock was banging at the doors of your cervix nudging you open with every hit. You were helpless to stop him from taking what he wanted.

You could feel the beginning strings of your orgasm knotting up and building. You couldn’t even form words. Falling over the edge with a sob you could feel yourself releasing liquid all over the bed.

Holy shit you just pissed yourself.

You didn’t even have a chance to catch your breath or feel embarrassed as you continued to piss all over the Hulk yet this did nothing to deter him. In fact, it incensed his primal urges and made him go harder smacking into you at a bruising pace as he chased his climax.

Another orgasm hit you by surprise making your vision spotty. Your tightening walls were all the Hulk needed to slam past the opening of your cervix filling it with the swollen crown of his cock and continuing to pump into you sloppily as he came. Drooling into the sheets you faded into a blissed-out darkness.

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Coming to, the first thing you could sense was the wet squelching of your pussy still getting fucked. Unable to do anything but watch yourself get fucked in the reflection of the window. Fucking against the window so everyone can see. The Hulk growled possessively into your neck as he came into your stretched-out cervix with a groan.

“Mine…….Mine….”

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[teddypines]

Picture day, Cat One-shot

Third person pov.

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It was a quiet afternoon in the compound. Cat was asleep on one of the chairs in the common room. She was just a purrfect little loaf of cat. 

As Cat was sleeping, Clint tried to sneak up to the cat. He has been trying to get a good picture of her for weeks. But every time he came close to getting one, Cat moved away. It was like Cat didn't want her picture taken.

Clint slowly walked to the chair, and the camera was ready to take the picture. He moved closer and closer to Cat. It looked like he would finally get the picture he wanted. 

"Finally a good picture of our precious fur ball," Clint thought to himself as he was ready to take that picture.

Just as Clint was pressing the button, Thor walked into the common room. Loudly announcing his presence. This scared the poor Cat, who ran away. Leaving Clint with a blurred photograph of the precious cat.

"Damn it, Thor! You ruined my picture of Cat." Clint said as he turned to him. Thor just looked at Clint and said, "Sorry.". Thor then walked to the kitchen in search of Poptarts. Clint sighed and left the common room.

On his way out, Clint started thinking of a new plan to get a picture of Cat. 

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Cat was hiding in the lab. She didn't want her picture taking. The camera always scared her. She doesn't know why, but it scared her so much. Cat knows that i would make Clint happy if he got her picture. She was just too scared to let him take it.

Tony looked up from his work as he saw the cat walking in. "Hey there, Cupcake." he greeted her. Cat answered him with a sad meow and walked over to Tony. "What's wrong, Cupcake?" Tony asked. "You know she can't answer that question, right?" Bruce responded.

"Just let me talk to the cat, Bruce! I also know for a fact that you talk to her too." Tony answered back. Bruce sighed and rolled his eyes in defeat and went back to his work. 

Tony tried talking to Cat, but that obviously didn’t work, so he asked FRIDAY to get Loki or Wanda to come to the lab. After about 5 minutes, both Wanda and Loki walked in.

"What do you want, Stark?" Loki asked. "Good to see you too Reindeergames. I need one of you to translate for me." Tony said to them. He picked Cat up and placed he on the workbench. "Alright, Cupcake, why are you sad?" He questions Cat. Cat meowed in response, but before Wanda could translate. Clint ran into the lab.

"Guy's, have you seen Cat?? I have been looking for her, but I can't find her anywhere." 

"Yeah, she's right here. She was just about to tell us something." Wanda said. "Alright, go on. I'll wait." Wanda turned back to Cat, and Cat repeated what she said earlier. "Cat said that Clint wants to take a picture of her, and she wants to make Clint happy but is too scared of the camera to let him take a picture." Wanda told everyone. 

Everyone was quiet for a bit before loki said, "Wel Clint, why do you want a picture of Cat?" Loki asked. "So I can show Cat to the kids when I get home." He answered. 

"You can just bring them to the compound if you want them to see Cat."  Bruce commented from across the room. Clint looked like he wanted to say something but didn't know what to say. Everyone else just laughed at Bruce's comment. 

"We could always ask a professional to take her picture." Tony suggested. He looked at Cat to see what she thought of the idea, Cat meowed a few times and looked happy. Loki translated this time, telling everyone that Cat was willing to try it. Tony immediately booked an appointment with a professional animal photographer. 

  《 time skip. 2 days into the future 》

Today, the professional photographer came to the compound. Everything seemed to be going well until Cat came running from outside scared and trying to hide behind Bucky. 

Bucky was trying to comfort Cat when Terry, the photographer, came inside. "Is Cat here? She ran away when the automatic flash light went off." 

"It's alright doll the camera won't hurt you." Bucky tried to get Cat out of hiding. Cat looked from behind Bucky at the camera. She meowed at it and Terry. "She will only come out if the flash monster stays away." Loki told Terry.  "Oh, yeah, I can turn the automatic flash off. That should make her less afraid " 

"Wait, you can turn the flashlight off?!" Cint asked, confused. "Yeah, you didn't know that?" Terry sat even more confused. "No. No, I did not know that." Clint admitted. "So I spent a lot of money on this just to learn that you had to turn off the flashlight!" Tony said, a bit irritated. "Sorry Tony, I didn't know." 

After that, the photoshoot went really well, Terry made a lot of cute photos, and Tony, of course, purchased every single one of them. So everyone in the compound could see the cute cat. 

At the end of the day, Cat was lying on Clint's lap. She meowed at him and looked happy. She wasn't afraid anymore, and Clint finally got the picture he wanted. Both happy and tired, they fell asleep on the couch. 

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A/N: Hi, thanks for reading my story. :) This is my first story, and im kind of new to this, so feedback is welcome. Just don't be too harsh. 

If the characters are off character, i'm sorry about that. Also, English is not my first language, so mind the grammar errors. The story is on wattpad too, but not as clean.

Okay, that was it, bye.

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[professorrw]

A Red Carpet Event

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Pairing: male reader x Bruce Banner

Request: Could it be possible for you to do a Bruce Banner x Male!Reader? Smut or fluff, I dont care, Bruce needs some love and affection

Warnings: fluff

A/N: Requests open, taglist open, inbox open! Please like, comment, and reblog!

Your boyfriend was a doctor, scientist, Avenger, and the Hulk. He wasn’t always those things. When you had met him he was just a fellow doctor and scientist. The years that you spent working together made your partnership turn into friendship, and the friendship turn into a romance. It took a while though. Bruce was timid and shy, but you were the opposite. You were bold and outgoing, which complimented your boyfriend well.

While most would never guess that you two would work, your relationship was quite harmonious. Of course there were challenges, especially when Bruce turned into the Hulk and went on the run, then ended up joining a group of superheroes. Even though he struggled with that new aspect of himself at first, he ended up gaining some confidence from his green counterpart.

No matter what Bruce would go through, you would be by his side, and he wouldn’t want it any other way. Wherever he was, you weren’t far away. You aided in any and all ways that you could, even if it was just calming Bruce down and helping him transition back to himself again. Because of your line of work, you could also give your input on anything science related when it came to Avengers missions.

Being the boyfriend of an Avenger wasn’t all missions though.

Your limo rolled right up to the red carpet for the annual science gala, which celebrated all technological and scientific advances that happened in the past year. The Avengers, along with you and Pepper, were invited. Even though red carpets and flashy events weren’t exactly Bruce’s scene, they were right up your alley. According to your boyfriend you were born for the spotlight. He could recall years ago how confident you were every time you were presenting new ideas at conferences. Bruce admitted that he always admired how you glowed at times like those.

“Ready?” you asked. You looked at your boyfriend, who had been holding your hand the entire ride to the venue. He would always get nervous right before it was time to walk out, which you thought was cute.

He took a deep breath, “I think so.” He gave your hand a squeeze and opened the door. He held his hand out for you to take, which you gladly did. As soon as you stepped out your vision was blinded with flashes from cameras. They didn’t faze you anymore though. 

You and Bruce walked forward with your heads held high and smiles on your faces. You felt good, and knew you both looked good. Bruce was dressed in a tailored black suit with a forest green tie, which you thought he looked amazing in. Not to mention it matched his personality. Your suit was the same forest green as his tie, but your suit was much more dazzling. It was embellished with gold stitching starting from the shoulders and creating a subtle flower pattern downwards. Even though it wasn’t your job to look good, you made sure that every outfit you wore to an event made a statement.

After posing for the cameras together you walked further down to talk to interviewers. The first that caught your attention was a young woman with a bright smile.

“And here is Bruce Banner and his husband Y/N Banner,” the reporter said. You raised your eyebrows and smirked at her calling you Bruce’s husband. It made your heart flutter, and you wouldn’t mind being called that on the daily. Bruce however, was caught off guard and flabbergasted. His face turned red and he sputtered.

“I think you’ve flustered my husband here,” you said, chuckling.

“Did I say something wrong?” she asked. She must have been new because she immediately seemed to start panicking

“Not exactly. I’m sad to inform you that Bruce and I aren’t married yet though.”

“Oh,” she said, relieved. She recovered quickly though and asked her next question. “Are there wedding bells in the future?”

You looked over at Bruce, who had taken the time to collect himself. “I- I would think so. I hope so.”

“Ooo,” she responded. “Y/N what do you think?”

“I would love to marry Bruce whenever the time comes of course.”

“Aww. You two are so amazing together. I know the whole world will be watching when you guys get married. I assume the wedding would be beautiful since you two always show up and show out.”

“Thank you,” Bruce said.

You and Bruce continued down the line and talked to everyone you could before finally escaping to your seats inside. Being with an Avenger, your seats were right near the stage.

Bruce’s shoulders dropped once he relaxed into his seat. His social meter had been drained.

“How are you holding up?” you asked. You reached for his hand under the table and rubbed it.

“I’m okay. A little frazzled though. I wasn’t expecting that. Not that it bothered me or anything, it was just unexpected.”

You chuckled. “I understand what you mean.”

“I guess… I guess we haven’t really talked about marriage.”

“It never really came up. Our time together has been a whirlwind,” you said.

“I know, and I’m sorry.”

“Bruce,” you said softly, “I wouldn’t change it for the world. I’m just glad we’re together.”

“Y/N…” His eyes got shiny and you thought he was about to cry but no tears came. He sniffed once and then took both of your hands in his. “I love you and I want to marry you.”

“I want to marry you too,” you smiled. Bruce being so straightforward was rare but you cherished every single time he said sweet things like that. Looking at him you saw your entire world. You saw the man you would risk everything for. You saw the man-

“What is going on over here?” Tony said. He strutted up to your table, ending the precious moment you two were having. “Lovers,” he sighed, and rolled his eyes. Pepper lightly smacked his arm and shook her head. “Sorry,” she mouthed.

“It’s alright,” you mouthed back.

Following in right behind Tony and Pepper was the rest of the gang. They all took their seats and just moments later the lights dimmed, and the showcase began. You glanced over at Bruce, who was softly smiling at you. You were perfectly content with your life.

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[plscallmeeren]

WILL YOU TAKE MY CASE?

Jennifer Walters x Reader

Request: Yes!

Summary: you are basically sub-zero from Mortal Kombat (martial artist, weapons master, ice powers) and have been wrongly accused of assault. You have sought out Jen for a lawyer, obviously ;) male y/n btw. I studied law for this, you're legally obligated to enjoy

Warnings: mentions of/flashbacks to violence, bad divorce

Word Count: 2.3K+

Mindless violence wasn't your thing. Violence? No, you weren't new to that, but nether the less careful in deciding when something or someone could really use a good punch.

This was not something you would have done, not in a million years. But unfortunately, this wasn't the first case for assault being handed in against you, either.

You stared at the tall building apprehensively, weighing your options as if you had been doing anything else the past days.

With a final sigh the automatic doors realised you were in close range and opened. One awkward conversation with the secretary woman later you found yourself in an elevator with an elderly lady mumbling concerning things and a young man with a comically hooked nose who seemed to have a cold and sneezed every 20 seconds.

With that in mind, the relief when walking down the corridor almost matched your fear for this appointment.

Almost.

You leaned your forehead against the cool wood of the door for a moment, inhaling shakily - once, twice, half a time - before knocking.

A general shuffle and evidence of movement emanated from the other side before the door was opened, revealing an anxious - and might you add, stunning - woman.

"Please, come in, I was just seeing my last client out," she said quickly, glaring at none other than the Hulk himself, who clumsily walked out of the door (backwards) when you moved aside. He waved sheepishly and eventually it was just the two of you.

You weren't surprised, of course. You knew who you were visiting and if anything you were more surprised she had a usual-for-humans skin tone.

"Um- I apologise, I wasn't quite prepared for you, take a seat. He was my client, you know, purely business, obviously, and I- Do you mind if I take on my usual form? I just don't want to scare people off if I greet them that way," she rambled, organising some of the paperwork strewn across her desk, although you doubted some of the piles she absent-mindedly stacked together were meant to be united.

"There's no rush, it's fine," you consoled quickly, her movements slowing somewhat. "And I don't mind your appearance at all, I came for a lawyer after all, and I know how good you are at your work no matter how you look." You smiled kindly and and she found herself opening and closing her mouth, not entirely sure if she was capable of looking away.

"Y-Yes, I guess that's true. Uh- Please. Sit."

"Oh," you murmured, realising you were still standing and quickly mounting the white leather chair across from her desk. As you did, she morphed - slowly, not in any way intimidating - and you were mesmerised by how she could be so beautiful even green and larger than the average human.

You weren't afraid of that power. Even if she was undoubtedly much stronger than you, you were rather muscular and very tall yourself, but even if you hadn't been you couldn't really imagine how others were so put off.

Your eyes slipped to her lips, the pale pink with an overlay of green, but still... Yes, you could reach her easily, you wanted to know how it felt to-

No. She's my potential lawyer.

"Well, we'll start off with some simple questions, if you're ready? If at any time you wish to have a break, feel free to let me know." You nodded stiffly, embarrassed at your own thoughts.

"Okay. First of all - and I need you to look me in the eye when you answer - did you commit this crime?"

"No." You met her gaze easily. Her look was scrutinising, not unkind, a play of emotion rising within her as she inquired your posture, let her gaze wander to the deep collar of your shirt and the strip of teasing skin it revealed where you were too lazy to do a button up that morning, finally said: "I believe you." And you believed her without a doubt.

"Then," she continued, and you didn't miss the flustered red tint on her cheeks, "as you may know, the most common defence in assault cases consists of self-defence. Could that suit your case? Alternatively, protecting someone else is almost as good. In your case maybe even better." A glance down at your heavily toned body. Quick looks, quickly returned to her desk or your eyes.

"Yeah, I guess so. I mean, they were definitely tryna jump me and steal my stuff, but surely that could have endangered me. They were also holding me at knifepoint."

"Okay, that's good. Well- sorry, I misspoke, I meant good for the case. Obviously, I'm very sorry you had to live through that, it can't have been easy-"

"It's fine, really. I've survived worse." You licked your lips briefly, seeing the unasked question on her lips before she could hide it.

"Oh. Um, if possible, you're going to have to tell me the whole story, from wherever you see fit until whenever they were out of the picture." Sympathetic glance, more aphonic questions.

"Yeah, sure. So, uh, I was walking home from the casino - I guess you might wanna leave that out, doesn't really paint me as a great guy, does it? - and I stopped in this little supermarket thingy. There were four other guys there and I guess they saw me hand over some big notes to the cashier because, as I said, I had just won some big money, and then I left the shop with a bottle of wine and some crackers."

You stopped, pondering over your recent words and cringed at the sound of a guy buying cheap wine and crackers with his significant gambling money.

"I lost the wine when they jumped me - don't worry, still getting to that - but I still have the crackers if that helps. I wasn't intoxicated or anything at the time, don't worry. I hadn't drunk anything yet."

She nodded in understanding which you misinterpreted as judgement.

"Uh- anyway, I left the shop, and instead of buying something these guys followed me. I didn't notice them right away, or at least not what they were doing, otherwise I wouldn't have walked down the alleyway that's kinda a shortcut to my home, but it's like one of those horror alleys, y'know? Dark and nowhere anyone who isn't very local would ever wanna go."

She actually laughed, a beautiful, rich, hearty laugh that made your skin tingle and the hairs on your arms spike upwards.

"Well, I walked down there and they sprung me. I hit 'em. Yeah. That's kinda it."

"I'm going to need more detail. Much more." The tone was stern but sorry, a bitter plea so that she could do her job well.

"Oh. Sure. Well, they kinda said 'hey, man, looks like you got a lotta cash' or something like that, and I just kept walking, because, I mean, who stops when someone says something like that? Anyway, they wouldn't let up and the minute I actually turned around the one dude was already pushing me against the wall with a knife, asking for money. I was all 'why can't we be civil about this, mate?', but he wasn't having it, so I kinda had to punch him in the face. Sometimes I, uh, underestimate how strong I am, so I guess that's all it took to break his nose and his jaw, and then when he was on the ground whining the other three lurched forward at the same time and I-"

You stuttered for a moment, unsure how to put this, continued: "Look, I've done martial arts and stuff my whole life, so intuition kinda kicked in and I sorta kicked them all once... twice, maybe, in one case? No more than that, though. Then I called an ambulance and left. I wasn't sure what was the right thing in that situation, but it didn't look too good for me, did it, with four guys just lying unconscious on the ground? I assumed they would keep their mouths shut considering they're the ones who jumped me."

You sighed, a tired sound that Jennifer didn't like any more than your story.

"Thank you," she spoke softly, and you would have repeated the story a hundred times to hear her use that sweet tone a hundred times more.

"Can I, uh- I don't doubt your skills are worth it no matter the price, but I kinda have a low budget-"

"It won't be too much. 7000$ or the likes. That's just above average and we are a high-grade service-"

"No, of course," you interrupted as you watched her slip into a much more formal voice. "That should be fine."

"Alright. Now - I'm sorry to say that in court, assuming you wish to go to court with this, you'll have to lay it on thick when telling your story. No lies. Just... make sure it comes across that you were genuinely terrified of this situation." You nodded dumbly, thoughts all over the place, but none in a court room.

"So, I've done some research on these people, and it turns out two of them have a history of violence and a criminal record. Obviously, the one who ran away before the ambulance came and isn't partaking in this, I don't know, but yeah. Nothing major, but quite a few minor thefts and for one of them, two restraining orders. This is very good for the case and supporting the story. Now, I have to ask - do you have a history of violence?"

You staggered on your own words, your jaw dropping instead of doing what it was supposed to do. Why am I so nervous?

"Y-Yeah, I think so. Nothing major, just a few... arguments that went a little far. Some of them I'm not even sure if they were recorded or if the policemen just let me go. I can be pretty convincing when I wanna be," you smirked, then licked the frown on your lips, realising how flirty a tone you had adopted on accident. And yet, you were pleased to find Jennifer with a quite impressive blush adorning her cheeks.

"That's unfortunate," she commented after a moment's hesitation, "but not too bad. I'd call on that information later, potentially. No witnesses, I presume?"

"None."

"Shame."

You locked eyes and before you could stop yourself you were asking: "So... will the pretty lady take my case?"

You could have clapped a hand over your mouth at the bold name. Generally, if you saw a beautiful woman, on most days you would go for it, and you were bold. But this wasn't just anyone. This wasn't even appropriate. And somehow the way she was looking at you was installing an unusual nervously within you.

"Why, yes, I think the pretty lady will," she countered slyly, and you couldn't help but let the smirk take over your face.

"Thank you so much. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"No, it should be fine for now. If I think of something, I'll write to you, I have your e-mail after all."

"Yeah. You do. That's right," you muttered, not at all sure why. "Uh- I just wanted to say that in the past lawyers haven't really been great for me, so... I'm glad this is gonna go differently." She took on the instilled challenge with a smile.

"If I may ask... What were those lawyers handling, exactly?"

"Oh, just- just divorce stuff. It's a right pain. I don't know if you cover those cases, but... I tried a few and they all turned out to be either biased - for her - or so cruel I couldn't bare to see them attack my, my, my, ex-wife like that." You forced the corners of your lips upwards in what you knew was an unconvincing smile.

"I'm very sorry. I wouldn't have guessed you'd be married, you look so young." You truly grinned at the intent of comfort, running a hand through your hair to calm your nerves.

"Yeah, good genes."

"I'm sure."

"Okay, should I- am I supposed to leave at this point or?" Her face dropped a little and you regretted saying anything at all. "I just- I don't wanna waste your time with stories that you don't need..."

"Oh. Yeah. That's- My next client will be here in five minutes, so I guess..."

"Yeah." Awkward moments, brief flickers of your eyes heading further down than was acceptable.

You reluctantly pushed out of your seat and approached the door, lifted your hand unsurely to say goodbye and were half out the door when-

"Wait!" You turned at once, eyes wide. "Do you... You know... want to discuss the case over coffee some time? I always find offices so... intimidating."

You studied her, watched the anxious shift in her shoulders, contemplated the dilated pupils and tapping fingers, chest moving up and down just a little quicker than usual as her muscles flexed...

"Yeah, no, I'd love that. And if you still have some time after... maybe we can talk about something else, too."

The red tint crept up her neck and along her ears adorably as she nodded hurriedly. You smiled gently before nodding once more and heading out the door.

What have I done?

Well, you thought harder, she took my case, I suppose...

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The Incredible Hulk: Fan Trailer

"We've got a problem…" A tired voice spoke, filled with layers of fear and unsuredness.

Outside of a normal unassuming house it had started to rain hard. A young ten year old Gwen Tennyson was inside talking to an adult man.

"You're probably gonna think I'm a total wingnut when I tell you." Gwen sighed while clutching her knees, hoping the adult would take her problem seriously. She had trouble believing there were many adults that would given her past experiences after all.

"I won't. I promise. Trust me, I've heard it all before, nothing can phase me anymore." The man assured her with a friendly smile.

"I'm not too sure… This one's a little bit different." She took a deep breath as she started to prepare herself for the explanation that may get her thrown out. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Inside an old warehouse a small group had begun to assemble. A variety of men who seemed completely armed to the teeth with military grade equipment were gathered with an unlikely pair of youths.

Gwen and her cousin Ben Tennyson were next to each other. The entire group stood and watched as their eyes grew wide as they gasped and shuddered with complete terror. The sight before them was something even they had trouble parsing. They'd fought plenty of aliens before, but the sight in front of them was something totally different. A huge shadow overtook theirs, being completely outclassed by the monstrous size.

"Well, for the past few days, me, my cousin, and our new friends were trying to help this man…" Gwen's voice echoed as she tried to explain what she had seen before.

The half ghost superhero, Danny Phantom was standing with his girlfriend Sam Manson, and his half ghost cousin Dani Phantom. They took several steps back as they too were taken with awe. Terrified at what they were seeing. An entirely new beast, something horrible.

"He has certain aspects of his personality he can't control. And when they do become too much for him…"

Gwen shudders and whimpers as she and Ben hide behind a crate and Ben tries to get his Omnitrix to recharge, and a loud thumping was heard.

"He becomes something else…" She shuddered, rubbing her arms to try to comfort herself from the memory before continuing. "A monster." Gwen finished, but the man simply chuckled good naturedly, thinking Gwen was just imagining things. She was just a kid after all, kids' imaginations tended to run wild, especially when they're around adults.

"Gwen, it's okay to be scared when you're just a kid." the man explained. "Trust me, I've dealt with kids who had fears and seen it all."

Gwen just gulped. "Not this one…" she whispered. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ A distressed man laid on the floor, his head shooting up as his eyes turned a sickly green color. And almost immediately the group gathered in the warehouse heard the sounds of glass shattering as a body was sent flying across the room, slamming hard into the wall behind them.

The gathering of kids, teens, and adults all stood in shock, wondering what it was that could do something so effortlessly. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

MARVEL STUDIOS FANFICTION ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "We've never seen anything even close to your level of exposure." A man explained in an office to another man and a woman in the same room, looking on with worry on their faces. "That you survived an event like that?"

A man sits in a chair, straining against restraints covering his arms and legs, struggling to break out of them in an angry motion.

"It's beyond my comprehension!" The man finished. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The man was alone in a room, sitting down with his legs crossed in a meditative position, trying very clearly to keep his calm. He raised his arms and let out a deep breath as he clenched his fists, breathing out.

"I don't want to control it…" He explained to the woman in the car, a sad look on his face as the rain poured outside, falling hard against the metal of the vehicle. "I want to get rid of it." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

A group of military men shuffle out of a helicopter, armed heavily as they begin their search for their target. Meanwhile a general sits in an office, an uncomfortably calm demeanor considering the dire position that he's sending his men into.

The collection of youths inside of the office looked uneasy at the man. Not too long ago they were going to help this man, but now given their status as heroes, they were going to be forced to try and stop him. Ben and Gwen specifically were not keen on the idea of fighting something like what they'd seen.

"As far as I'm concerned?" He spoke cooly to his men, making sure to take total control of the situation, an ego as big as his had to be defended. "That man's whole body is property of the US army." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The man is forced into hiding, throwing a hood up to try to escape suspicion, but always finding his way into trouble. He's forced to run from the military over and over again, leading him to increasingly desperate situations, running through the alleyways simply to escape so that he wouldn't be captured, the chase leading to several car crashes and innocents in panic, while Danny tries his best to help civilians calm down during the chase, using his fame to hopefully comfort them during the situation, while still trying to keep an eye on where his target was running to. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"They want it as a weapon!" One man spoke impassionedly. "If we let it go, we may never get it back!"

"But if we kill him, he's gone forever…" Ben's voice was shaken. He didn't want to hurt the man that they were trying to help, but he knew that he was dangerous.

"But we can't just let him rampage and hurt even more innocents!" Danny had seen what he was capable of, but couldn't help but find himself agreeing with Ben. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

In Fall 2022 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Cars are flipped through the city street as fires rage and chaos ensues. A monster rampages throughout the streets completely different from the one that was seen before. This one was someone… something else.

"There's only one thing that can fight that, and it's in me…" The man on the run explained to the military. Gwen looked afraid, but she'd seen it before, and she knew that was true. Whatever was running rampant on the streets, they needed something equally as scary to take it out.

"Maybe… Maybe if I can control it."

The man leaned in to kiss the woman one final time as they stood on the exit ramp of the helicopter. After their lips parted he let out a sigh and looked behind him, spreading his arms and falling backwards out of the flying vehicle without hesitation. The woman looked on, scared of what might happen.

"I can use it."

As the man's body falls to the ground quickly, the scene flashes and there's a brief pause as black takes over.

A pile of rubble is seen on the ground and a massive green hand punches through it, open and grasping at something, moving aside the heavy rubble with ease.

An equally massive body begins to rise from it, pushing himself up as he stares out into the city street, a low growl coming from his giant frame.

People look on in terror. Ben in his Four Arms form and Danny stop for a brief moment from fighting the other monster, hearing the massive collision as the large body falls from the sky, as they see it, and the monster sees it too.

A hulking green figure steps forwards heavily as it looks at his opponent, growling in response. Ben and Danny are unsure of what to do when they see him, getting ready to deal with a second threat that still might not be on their side.

With a final step, the green figure stops and reels back his arms, letting out a deafening roar, terrifying anyone that surrounds him. But the green man only has eyes for one target, Ben and Danny let out a sigh of relief as they realize that thing is finally on their side, even though Ben was still uneasy about the alliance.

Danny and Ben look as the two gigantic figures begin to walk and soon after run towards each other with increasing speed. With each step, the ground quakes from their weight until they finally take a mighty leap as both of their bodies collide towards each other.

Danny and Ben look in awe as their fists extend, the true fight begins now. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

THE INCREDIBLE HULK

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hello! I dont know if your taking requests, feel free to ignore this if you dont. Pussydrunk!simon x cockdrunk!fem reader

READ IT HERE

Okay so yes, we are doing this. Like how the hell could I not?

Can you imagine that big hulking Simon out of his gd mind at the feeling of you wrapped around him, body basically vibrating with pleasure from the overstimulation? He's practically drooling, mind absolutely numb as every single fiber of his being is focused on the feeling of your tight little pussy and how fucking good it feels to be buried in it. There's no way he isn't mesmerized by how good it looks at the point where it disappears inside you; he's gonna be pulling back every chance he can get just to watch it slip in and out.

And of course you are no better. You're at the point that he barely has to thrust and you are falling apart at the seems with an ache so fierce you feel like you are about to combust. Every single nerve ending in and around your cunt is screaming with sensitivity as that fucking massive cock of his is being shoved as far back as he can shove it, making your eyes roll back and you mouth hang open.

I can see this being a long fucking session, probably after a him returning from a mission that was quite a few months. We are talking a couple hours, multiple positions, never pulling out of you longer than it takes to move you around or flip you over. He keeps slowing the pace down before you two can come, edging and edging and edging so that neither of you can fucking see straight.

You want to come, but fuck does it feel good to just be full of him, grinding hips together. Sheets are gonna be ruined, thighs covered in juices, bodies speckled with sweat. And if you think he's gonna be finished once you come, you are dead wrong. You are going to be RUINED.

Give me a little bit cause I am going to make this a full thing. I NEED it to be a full oneshot cause I'm already breathing heavy just from my description of it.

Get ready...

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The Sublet - Roommate!AU

Warnings: She/her pronouns, slow burn, angst. Tags will be added as the fic goes along.

Pairings: Modern!Aemond x Reader

Summary: Living with Helaena Targaryen was one of the best decisions you had ever made. Meeting at university, the two of you became thick as thieves and quickly best friends, moving into a flat together. But what will happen when Helaena has to leave, and her quiet, brooding, brother moves in?

Notes: Hello angels! Sorry for the late update for this one, got lost in the sauce of writing the Til Death Do Us Part oneshot. Haha anyway, here is the new chapter, I hope you enjoy! <3

Chapter 7: Hard truths

It was the tension that was the most unbearable part of it all. The feeling of words that had been left unspoken, apologies not voiced aloud, grievances that were left to fester in the quiet of the apartment after that fateful night. 

When you went to work the next day, your eyes had been puffy from crying, and Jasper had asked you on multiple occasions what was wrong. You had told him it was your allergies, dust in the office irritating your eyes, but you could tell by just the way he had looked at you that he didn’t believe you. 

You felt entirely defeated by it all.

Exhausted by it.

Tiptoeing in your own home, walking on eggshells, hiding in your room, not making a peep to avoid the cold glares of Aemond. And he had done much the same, staying out late, or going straight to his room when he got home. 

And by the time the time the weekend had rolled in, you had had enough of sulking and decided to reply to Cregan’s invitation with a very enthusiastic yes.

Cregan told you that the boys would all be there, even Jacaerys and Lucerys, who were yet to head to the Keep to be with their family, the weekend being a final hurrah before the storm that waited for them back in their old home.

When you woke that morning, excited that the weekend was finally here and that you had something to look forward to in the evening, you decided you were going to do a quick clean of the apartment, chucking on some noise cancelling headphones and making your way to the kitchen. 

You made swift work of it, and before long, you were washing your hair and getting ready for the night. Cregan had texted you excitedly saying the boys were keen to see you, and had asked if you wanted to go to his first.

You threw on an outfit that was short and sleek, hugging your curves perfectly and revealing ample cleavage. Paired with a bit of a smokey eye and your hair in a style you favoured, you looked at yourself in the mirror and smirked. 

You looked hot. 

Really hot. 

When you came out of your room, Aemond was on the couch, watching as you ordered your Uber to take you straight to Cregan’s. You didn’t spare him a single glance, but you knew he was looking at you. You could feel the heat of his gaze roaming over your body. 

Leaving without a goodbye, you hopped straight into your Uber and headed to Cregan’s, greeted by the hulking figure at the door, with loud chattering behind him and music playing. 

“Look at you.” Cregan smirked as you gave him a little spin.

“Look at me.” You winked, jumping into his arms for a massive hug, the large man picking you off the ground with a shift of his back as you squealed, before placing you back down. 

“The boys are keen to see you.”

You smiled, following him down the hall to the lounge room where Cregan’s friends all sat on various couches and chairs.

Two familiar faces came into view, Jacaerys and Lucerys Velaryon.

Both brown haired boys gazes fell on you, wide smiles spreading on their cheeks. Jacaerys jumped up with a cry of your name before rushing towards you, pulling you into a soft hug, followed by his younger brother Lucerys, who had grown a foot since the last time you saw him. Lost were his cherubic cheeks, and in their place, cheekbones that sat high on his face like his mother. 

“It's been so long!” You whined, looking at Luc who now stood taller than you, “Fuck you’ve grown. What are they feeding you on Dragonstone?”

Lucerys blushed, looking away before a smirk pulled at his lips, “Not enough. You haven’t grown a bit.”

“I stopped growing a long time ago, you ass.” You chuckled.

You didn’t get to see Jacaerys and Lucerys often, having met them a few times through Cregan, and the others through Helaena. At one point you had classes with the older brother, and he had always been nothing but kind and respectful towards you.

Despite not seeing them as often as you wished, you still considered them good friends. 

Scanning the rest of the room, you spotted the one and only Kermit Tully, seated beside his brother Elmo Tully. After Daeron's confession to you on the phone the other day, you couldn’t even look at Kermit without having burning questions. You put them in the back of your mind to ask later.

Cerwyn, Cregan’s best friend who was as large and as broad as Stark was, stood by the window smoking a joint, giving you a small wave and a smile from across the room.

“Where are we going first?” You asked, being handed your favourite drink from Cregan as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. 

“We should go to the Red Kraken.” Jace suggested, sitting back down in his seat to sip on his beer.

Cerwyn chuckled, “You keen to see Dalton again?” He asked you, eyebrow raised. 

Dalton Greyjoy, owner of the Red Kraken, was a man a few years older than Cregan. The last time you had went to his venue with the Stark, he had suggested the three of you go back to his when he clocked off. It was brazen and daring, but you couldn’t deny the man was attractive. He had dark hair and dark brown eyes that were almost black.

Dalton stood taller than Cregan, if you could believe it, and was often found at one of the local boxing rings for fun. 

“I mean, I wouldn’t say I didn’t want to see him again.” You cheeked, Jacaerys chuckling on the couch as he explained the situation to a very confused Luc, the younger boys cheeks going a bright red.

“Hey!” Cregan chastised you, pinching your side.

“What? He’s handsome and ruggish. A bit more dark and mysterious than you are.”

“No mystery with that one.” Kermit piped up from his seat, taking a cheeky sip of his drink, eyes watching you over the rim of the can, “If you want to see his cock, just ask.”

“Kermy!” 

“What?”

Cregan burst into laughter beside you and all followed. 

You all finished your drinks and found your way into the city, heading straight for the Red Kraken.

It was a dingy bar, more male populated than not, but it had a fun feel to it.

Grungy and dirty, it had mismatching couches and tables, and a great smoking area out the back. On Fridays they had sport trivia nights which Cregan had once taken you to.

You lost.

You all sat down and drank and laughed, and you felt the tension from the week slough off your back like snow in spring.

It was good to be with friends like them, and you had only wished that the girls were there to join you all. 

The night flew by, and your sides were in stitches from laughing so much. Dalton had come over to speak to you all at one point whilst the bar was slow, and you had felt his gaze lower to your breasts on more than one occasion. When he left, you had whispered into Cregan's ear about taking him up on his offer, which had earnt you a scandalised look.

It wasn't a no though. 

“If you don’t want Dalton, I’d be happy to replace him.” Cerwyn smirked.

Cregan declared that he owed the entire table a round for that comment, and Cerwyn had done as ordered without apology or regret, a teasing 'anything for you, love' flowing from his lips. 

As the night moved on, you all decided to move to the next venue, and it was your good idea to take them all to the bar that Sara had taken you to. All were in favour, and so you made your way down to the silk lanes, Lucerys’ bright brown eyes eyeing the doors of the strip clubs excitedly. 

“Is that it?” Elmo sighed, looking at the busted wall and green door entrance. 

“Don’t judge a book by its cover.”

Jacaerys stepped into the venue immediately, security guard nodding at him as he entered, not bothering to check his ID. Your brows furrowed as you looked up at Cregan, who just shrugged down at you.

As you walked down the stairs to enter the bar you caught up to Jace, who looked like he was at home.

“Have you been here before?” You asked, walking inside, seeing the bar staff nod at him, big grins on their cheeks. 

“Daemon owns the joint with my mum.” Jacaerys told you, and you stilled.

This was Daemon and Rhaenyra’s bar.

“What? I didn’t even know that.” You whispered in a hushed tone, still loud enough to be heard over the music.

“Pretty low key, just another investment. They said they’ll hand it over to me eventually.”

“What the fuck?! Jace, that’s amazing!” You grinned, hugging him aggressively around his neck as you stood at the bar, waiting to be served. 

Cregan moved behind you, hand winding around your waist as he whispered into your ear. 

“Don’t freak out.”

You let go of Jace and turned to look back at him, “What? Wh-“

There, at the end of the bar, sat a familiar head of silver hair.

And his eye was on you.

You snapped your head away, uttering a quick ‘fuck’ beneath your breath.

Lucerys, following your eye line shifted uncomfortably, “Jace, Aemond’s here.” He whispered to his older brother, who turned to face his uncle, giving him a curt smile and nod before looking back to staff in front of him.

“He’s fine. Leave him be.”

It was awkward.

This was supposed to be your new place to get away from him, and now Aemond was here? And what was worse, you were here with people you knew he didn’t get along with. And the glare he directed towards you was apparent. 

Cregan led you to go sit down at a booth at the encouragement of Jace who said the drinks were on him for the rest for the night, though in reality you knew it was more like on his parents, but you didn’t argue. Free drinks are free drinks, and you needed one now more than ever.

“Are you okay?” Cregan spoke lowly, hand holding yours on the table.

You swallowed, “I’m okay. It's just awkward.”

“He still giving you shit?” 

“It's a long story, and one I’ll tell you later.”

Cregan pressed a kiss to the side of your head, your eyes immediately lifting to see Aemond watching you. The other boys came to join you at the booth, Cerwyn sliding in next to you, with Luc and the Tully brothers opposite. Jacaerys made his way over to his uncle, polite smile on his lips.

You watched as Jace and Aemond shared what looked to be a somewhat tense and awkward conversation, though completely civil. Aemond seemed to tolerate his nephew barely just, and Jacaerys had slapped a friendly hand on his uncles shoulder as he made his way back to you, earning the brown haired man a frown from a head of silver.

“I think we should leave.” Luc whispered, shoulders hunched as he curled in on himself.

Jace slid in next to him, “Don’t let him intimidate you.” He put a gentle hand on Luc’s shoulder, similar to how he had with Aemond, and you got the impression that Jacaerys being the eldest, was used to being the mediator, “Let's have a drink, enjoy each others company and have a good night.”

The staff brought over your drinks, sitting them in front of you, and you clinked all your glasses together messily in a toast, feeling Cregan whisper into your ear as you took a sip.

“Relax your shoulders." You did as you were told, not having realised how tense you were, "Don’t let him ruin your night. I’m here, the boys are here, and if at any point you want to leave, we will leave. Okay?”

You nodded.

No way in Hell were you letting him sour your mood again.

You all stayed at the bar, round after round of drinks being dumped on your table without any of you having to get up or order. You were messy and loud, but above all, happy.

You felt Aemond’s gaze on you for almost the entirety of the night, and caught his eye on multiple occasions, tension crackling in the air between you. But after your third cocktail, the heat of the drinks overpowered the heat of his gaze. 

Eventually, Aemond stood from where he sat at the bar, your eyes immediately finding him and watching as he left, walking past your booth as he let his eye stray on Cregan’s hand that was wrapped over your shoulder. He continued on his path, nose held high as he disappeared up the steps. 

Lucerys sighed, obviously having felt some sort of tension the entire time, “What the fuck was that?” 

You groaned, burying your face into your hands.

“Aren’t you living with him?” Kermit asked, and all eyes immediately landed on you.

“What?” Jacaerys’ eyes went wide, “Since when do you live with my uncle? What happened to Helaena?”

“Hel is at the Keep, and Aemond needed a place to stay, so he’s in her room.”

“Gods help you.” Elmo falsely prayed, lifting his drink up in a mock toast. 

Cerwyn and Cregan shared a look over the top of your head, and then with Jacaerys, sharing some sort of unspoken conversation. The only people confused at the table, were you, Luc and the Tully brothers. 

“What?”

Cregan shrugged.

You felt that there was something unsaid, but you opted to leave it, sparking up a conversation with Kermit, asking pointedly about his love life, but not mentioning Daeron. The red headed man narrowed his eyes at you, wide smile pulling on his lips, before he started to go into great detail about someone he had fucked recently, with a full and lengthy description of their cock. 

The two of you the only people at the table knowing who it was. 

The night continued for a while, but you couldn’t help but feel the lingering guilt and upset that Aemond had triggered inside of you. Cregan, sensing the shift in your mood, decided to call it a night, and offered to take you home. 

You said farewell to all the boys, and made them swear to do this more often, giving Lucerys a particularly tight hug, feeling the tension in the youngest boys shoulders.

When you and Cregan got back to the apartment, the lights were off, and the flat was bathed in darkness. You stumbled into the apartment giggling, shushing the tall man behind you who clunked loudly on the floor with each step.

“Shhh!” You hushed him, laughter bubbling up your throat.

“Come on, bunny.” Cregan laughed quietly, steering you straight to the kitchen, filling up a glass of water for you to drink. 

You scrunched your nose at him, knowing you were drunk, but not wanting to sober up yet. 

“Drink it all, Y/n. You need to sober up.”

“You need t-to sober up.” You quipped back, jumping up on the cabinets, your shoes hitting the doors loudly by accident.

“Shhh!” You hushed your own feet, grabbing the water and drinking it slowly, keeping your eyes on Cregan the entire time, who watched you in entertained exacerbation. 

You placed the empty glass of water beside you, which Cregan filled to the top again.

“Cregaaan.” You purred, the Northerner lifting a brow at you, “Can you roll me a cigarette, please.” You pouted at him, trying to give him your best doe eyes.

Cregan shook his head, grabbing your small handbag to pull out your cigarettes, rolling you one neatly as he moved to open the window. You shimmied closer to the ledge, putting the cigarette to your lips as you lit it. 

Blowing a ring of smoke out the window, you offered Cregan a drag, who took the smoke from your hands delicately.

“I can't believe Cerwyn offered to join us.” You guffawed, cheeks heating in both embarrassment and excitement. 

Cregan blew the smoke out the window, handing the cigarette back to you, “I can. Cerwyn thinks you’re cute. Plus he knows all about our little agreement.” You giggled loudly, inhaling the sharp smoke into your lungs, “Why? Are you thinking about saying yes?”

You blushed, crossing your legs tightly, heat settling in your core, “I dunno. Cerwyn is cute.”

“He is.”

Your mouth dropped open, “Cregan Stark. Tell me more right now.”

Cregan took the smoke from your fingers bringing it to his lips as he smirked down at you, “I mean, I haven’t not thought about it. He's my best mate and I live with him. I've heard what goes on behind his closed doors. Besides, you beneath both of us, begging, sq-“

“Can you two be fucking quiet?”

Both of your heads snapped to a disgruntled Aemond Targaryen, who stood in the lounge room, hands by his sides in fists. He was in those grey sweatpants again, hanging low on his hips with no shirt on, hair on his head tangled and messed. 

“I’m s-“ You began.

“-It’s three in the fucking morning. Have some respect.”

You stiffened, feeling anger begin to bloom in your chest, you opened your mouth to argue, to snap back at him, but Cregan stepped in front of you, blocking you from the other mans view.

“No problem, man. We'll be quieter.” Cregan’s voice was deep, stern, clipped, and left no room for argument. Though it was polite, it was rough, like the cold in the North, biting and sharp. A true Northerner through and through.

Cregan was silently hitting back without even doing it.

Aemond’s lips pursed into a hard line, turning on his heel to stomp back to his room, the door slamming shut behind him. 

Cregan spun around to look at you, eyebrows lifted as he whistled lowly, pulling the smoke up to his lips to take a long drag.

“What the fuck?” You hissed quietly, “What is his problem?”

Cregan sighed, “It is 3am, bunny. I’m sure he just wants to sleep. It would have been a weird night for him.”

You frowned, annoyed that Cregan was acting so cool about Aemond’s outburst, “Why aren’t you angry?” You snatched the smoke from him, taking a final drag before you put it out on the brickwork outside.

"I'm not not angry."

You huffed in annoyance.

Cregan stepped forward, unhooking your legs to stand between them as his large hands skated up the outside of your thighs. He bent his head to look at you, your eyes refusing to meet his.

“Y/n." Cregan coaxed you softly. 

You slowly turned your head to look at him, staring into his icy grey eyes.

“Do you like him?”

“What? No!” Immediately feeling defensive.

Cregan hushed you, shaking his head kindly, “It’s okay if you do. You’re not in trouble.”

You blanched, not sure of how to speak, words getting caught in the back of your throat.

Cregan stroked your cheek softly, soft smile on his lips, “Hey, this is casual, remember? Regardless of if we fuck or not, you’re still my friend, and I care about you and want you to be happy.”

Your heart pulled painfully, lips dropping down into a frown. 

Cregan’s chest rumbled with a quiet laugh, “Don’t look at me like that.”

“You’re so sweet, Creg. What the fuck.” 

Both hands rubbed warmly up and down your thighs in comfort, “You’re fluffing me up now.”

You shook your head, “I don’t understand. Why don’t I like you instead?”

Cregan gave you a sad smile and kissed the tip of your nose, “I used to ask myself the same question. But now I see it. We just don’t gel like that." He shrugged, and your chest pulled, "And honestly? I'm glad, because at the end of the day, no matter what happens between us, I know I'll still be able to call you mine in some way or another. Whether that be as my friend or my lover.”

You felt tears begin to build in your eyes, the betrayal of the prickling in the corners, causing your stomach turn, “I don’t get it. Why do I feel this way? He’s been nothing but horrible to me.”

“You’ve fucked him haven’t you?”

“No.” You said quietly.

His eyes roamed your face, knowing you far too well, “You've done something else.” Cregan guessed, watching the way your face fell further.

His back suddenly straightened, “Did he hurt you?”

“No! No, Gods no. Nothing like that.”

The Stark relaxed slightly, but you could still tell he was on guard. 

“Does Helaena know?”

You looked away, fingers pulling at the threads of material on your thigh, “No. I’m scared. She’s my best friend, Cregan, and I feel like I’ve totally broken her trust and gone behind her back. She has so much going on right now, I just don’t know how I’m even supposed to broach that conversation. Like what do I do? ‘Hey Hel, your brother ate my pussy like a starved man and then immediately treated me like shit after.’”

“What did he do?” 

You shook your head, “It doesn’t matter. He’s been nothing but a dick to me. It's not going to happen again.” You looked down into your lap, wringing your hands together as the feeling of being used washed over you again.

“If I know you, and I think I do, I can tell that it will happen again just by looking at you both.” 

You scoffed, looking up at him in irritation.

“No, listen. There's clearly something going on between you two. Anyone with two eyes could see that. Maybe that's why he's not.”

“There's nothing-“

“-Cerwyn picked up on it immediately. Even Jace could see it.”

Oh.

Cregan's thumbs smoothed the skin of your thighs, the warmth of his body soaking into yours, “So what happened? Start from the beginning.”

And so you did, you started from the beginning, telling Cregan about the day he moved in, to your first kiss in the kitchen, all the way to the other night and how he had left you and was horrible right after a scene.

You watched as Cregan’s brows had become drawn at certain points in justifiable anger, the man always having been very protective over you, and at other times he gave you a scathing look, telling you that you had gone too far as well.

“So yeah, we haven’t spoken since, and I don’t think I want to. I just can’t see how he can be so cold to me when I've been nothing but kind to him.”

Cregan leant against the window, rolling the both of you another cigarette, trapping the smoke in his lips as he bent down to take off your shoes off as you began to swing your legs in agitation.

“He's a douchebag for sure," Cregan agreed, standing to his full height again, "And I really don’t see what you see in him.”

“See?? I think it's all hormonal or something. I don’t know. Ugh. But when he is nice, he is so lovely. And when he smiles it's this-”

You stopped yourself.

Oh gods.

You were deeper than you thought.

Why did you have a crush on this man???

Cregan smirked at you and you swatted him roughly, taking the smoke from between his lips to light it, taking a long and hard drag, feeling the smoke swirl down your throat thickly.

“I don’t know much about the man,” Cregan began, “But from what Jace and Luc have told me, I know he’s been through a lot. He didn’t get an easy run as a kid-“

“-It's not an excuse to be a dick.”

“-No its not an excuse, but it is an explanation. I know his dad wasn’t really there, and his mum was real tough on him. It didn’t help that everyone sided with Luc after the accident.“

“The accident? What do you mean?”

Cregan took a steady breath, taking the cigarette from you to take a sharp inhale, speaking as he exhaled, “Luc took his eye.”

“What?!” Your heart fell.

Cregan held up his hands, “No, not like that. It was an accident. Lucerys has never forgiven himself for it, hangs over the poor kids head like a storm. Aemond was ten, and Luc would have only been like five or six? They were both kids, and they were play fighting with wooden swords, some knights and dragon game they used to all play, but Lucerys had swung too high and too fast for Aemond to block it.”

Your stomach turned, and a chill ran through you, “Oh my gods.”

Cregan looked down sadly, shifting on his feet, “Yeah, its rough. Fucking horrible what happened, and then Alicent wanted to sue Lucerys for grievous bodily harm.”

“What the fuck? But he was just a kid? They were both kids! It was an accident!”

“I know right? Alicent started a fight right in front of Aemond at the hospital with Rhaenyra, got physical, everyone started screaming at each other when they all should have been comforting the poor kid who lost his damn eye. The family has been a mess ever since.”

It all made sense now. 

The tension. 

The disdain. 

The law firm.

All of it.

Cregan handed you the smoke and also held the second glass of water to you, waiting for you to drink half of it, “I’m not telling you this to excuse his behaviour or make you pity him. I'm just trying to give you some perspective as to why he is the way he is. He’s had it rough, and from the sound of it, he doesn’t know how to open up or feel safe. The people that were supposed to protect him failed him, and I think that it really did change the way he is.”

You felt guilt. 

Guilt for not knowing. Guilt for now knowing. Guilt for not being more understanding. But at the same time, you were not really at fault. 

How were you to know?

“Fuck. I feel terrible.” You sighed.

“Don’t be. He was an ass to you. No excuses there.”

“I guess. I did rub his ex in his face.”

Cregan sucked in a hiss, “Poor form.” 

You buried your face in your hands, “I know. But he just left me, straight after giving me one of the best orgasms of my life. It was horrible, Creg.”

“Best orgasm?” Cregan joked, and you sighed.

“Shut up. It was horrible. I've never felt so used before. It reminded me so much of Jason, I think it really triggered me. I cried myself to sleep after.”

Cregan stepped back between your legs, pulling you into a tight bear hug, in away that he always did, tucking your head beneath his chin and cradling you to his chest. You instantly felt safe, reassured, and loved.

And it was always how you felt around him.

“You’ll get through this, bunn.”

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[jawabear]

Hi could you make a oneshot based of this?

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYR4myRA/

It could be literally porn without plot König x reader of course

Like an Animal

König x reader

Not my GIF

A/N: okay. this is my first time writing for König. i hope i got his character right? i'm not entirely familiar with his character. But i hope you enjoy it! this is basically just smut all the way. beginning to end. filth.

Genre: smut, fluff

Warnings: AFAB!Reader, rough sex, unprotected sex, fingering, almost getting caught, fingers as a gag, gloves, come eating, oral (fem.receiving), Google translate used, name calling, clothes sex.

Summary: Having the mountain of a man, also know as König, towering over you was a situation that never got old...

tagging: @softpedropascal (the könig master, thanks for the help love!)

Having the mountain of a man, also know as König, towering over you was a situation that never got old. Never lost its sense of heat. It still turned you on no matter how many times he did it. 

He hadn’t bothered to turn in the lights to his room so when you arrived at the scheduled time, you walked into a black space. You weren’t entirely sure he was in there until you felt two strong hands wrap around your waist and shove you up against the nearest wall. The only light was the fire in his dark eyes, his sniper hood had been lifted up but still ghosted over his forehead. 

He pressed his forearm above your head and leaned his weight into it. He seemed so casual whilst making you skin burn and your pussy soaking wet. 

“König..” you tried but he ground his hips into you, you could feel his bulge press against your pelvis and it shut you up immediately. 

“Never said you could talk, kleine maus” he purred. He slithered against your like a snake as his lips found that sweet spot on you neck. You couldn’t say your were surprised he could find it in the dark. He knew your body better than anyone. Your neck was his area of expertise. 

König sucked and bit at your skin as you squirmed against him. The movement nothing but a brush against his hulking figure. 

“Loved watching you out in the field, kleine maus. So sexy. Would’ve fucked you in the middle of it all. Your little ass looks so good in these pants” with his free hand, he grabbed your ass. A firm, large handful of flesh. So easily fitting in the palm of his huge hand. 

“You could’ve” you whispered to him. He growled and slapped your ass making your squeak. 

“böse Maus” (naughty mouse) he drew in a deep breath of you “you’re making me crazy. Keep talking like that and I won’t hold back” 

“M-Maybe I don’t want you too…” he moved his hand round from your ass and cupped your pussy. “König!”

He slammed his lips to yours “not so loud” he muttered, his tongue sliding in and out of your mouth with such a mind numbing rhythm. “There’s still people here” 

You nodded and allowed him to use your mouth how he wanted. His tongue explored the familiar territory, almost checking no one else had taken what was his. They hadn’t, no one would ever. 

König slid his hand to your zipper and unzipped it. You pressed your legs together instinctively but he grunted and shoved your legs apart with his knee. “Stay there” he ordered you. You whimpered and shivered at the darkness of his voice. His fingertips skimmed over your panties and he chuckled “lace?”

“Your favourite” he chuckled again and shoved his tongue as deep as he could into your throat. He hummed a yes and dipped his hand into your panties and brushed against your folds. “König” you whined. Your fists clenching on the wall he still held you against. 

König didn’t answer. Not with words at least. But his fingers spoke volumes as he dipped them between your folds, lapping up the juices there. He hummed in approval at your wetness. You moaned his name and he sunk his fingers inside your tight hole, your near scream being swallowed by him. He wouldn’t pull his mouth away from you now. Not until he was ready to fuck you or eat your pussy. 

He was obsessed with your mouth. In every way. He loved to make out with you. And he loved when you sucked on his tongue or let him lick anywhere he could reach with it. 

“so nass” he purred. Your eyes rolled back at his voice. God he was so sexy. “also perfekt für mich” (so perfect for me). 

“König please…want to come” you moaned. Your fingers dug into his arm as he fingered you. Only now realising that he still had his gloved on. He was finger fucking you with his gloves. “Oh fuck..” 

“Such a whore” he mumbled. He pushed his fingers deeper inside you, brushing over the spongy spot that had your knees quaking. “meine verdammte hure” (my fucking whore). 

Bang Bang Bang.

The three thunderous knocks on the door made you push your legs together. Well, against his knee. Your eyes shot up and met the fire in his. He hadn’t stopped. His fingers  still pumping and his tongue still licking. You could feel him smirking. 

“König” it was Soap. Leave it to him to ruin a moment, “you seen (C/S)? We need to brief her for the mission tomorrow” 

He could’ve said no, or yes depending on how he was feeling. But he didn’t. König was feeling cheeky. And risky. He pulled himself away and pulled out his fingers. “Stay quiet” he whispered in your ear before shoving his wet fingers into your mouth. 

He pulled down his hood and opened the door. The light from the hallway illuminating the flame in his eyes all the more. “No I haven’t” he answered soap, slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of your mouth. His gloves feeling rough on your tongue. “Perhaps she’s with the Mexican. Or maybe she’s getting food” he shrugged. 

“Right” Soap nodded “why are you living in the dark?” 

“Matches the job” König said nothing more and shut the door. He didn’t even wait to hear if Soap left before returning to what he was doing. His fingers back in your pussy and his tongue back in your mouth. “Good girl” he purred. “Staying so quiet. What would’ve happened if he heard you, huh?” 

Your hole fluttered around his fingers at the thought of the Scot seeing you like that. With König’s fingers in your mouth, pants open and legs shaking. 

“schmutzige hure” (dirty whore). He slapped his palm against your clit and pumped harder and faster into you. He pulled his tongue from your mouth “you want that? You want to have someone watch as I wreck you?” 

It took every ounce of your being to not say yes. Maybe it was the heat of the moment or maybe it was so deep dark fantasy. But the thought of someone being there watching as König absolutely railed you stupid got your head spinning. 

He muttered something in German before peeling you off the wall and tossing you to the bed. He tugged off your boots and yanked down your combat pants and underwear and threw them all to the side with a thud. He shoved your legs apart and flicked up his hood. He leaned over and turned on the bedside lamp. It was dim and orange but relegated perfectly off his skin. 

“There she is” he smirked. You knew he wasn’t talking to you. But to your pussy. It was barely a moment after he had spoken until he shoved his face between your legs. Drinking, eating, licking at your pussy like he never had before. 

Your back immediately lifting off the bed and griping and grabbing at the sheets. “König!” You screamed as he sucked at your throbbing clit. You didn’t care if anyone was outside. If Soap was still outside. He didn’t care either. Not by the way he laughed against you. You started to wonder if maybe he wanted someone in there watching. 

“That’s it. That’s it” he said. “Getting you ready for my cock. Need to have you ready to take it”  

“I am!” You yell “I’m ready! Please König! Please fuck me!” 

He growled again. Something in German again. He got to his knees and your struggled to open your eyes to look up at him. The fire an inferno in his grey eyes. You watched as he carefully unzipped his own combat pants and fished out his long, hard cock. You swallowed thickly as you watched him pump it. Once. Twice. Then just once more before lining it up with your pulsing hole. 

He laid his hand on your pelvis, his thumb rubbing over your clit as he pushed himself into you. “Scheiße” he spat, his head thrown back. He buried himself to the hilt. “Still so tight. But feels so good” 

“Please König. I don’t want to wait anymore!” 

“Needy little thing, you are” he caged your head with his forearms as he leaned over you and began to thrust his cock into you. He always started with a steady pace. His length effortlessly stroking over every sweet spot in your pussy. The protruding vein rubbing deliciously over your walls. 

The room now being filled with pants and moans from you both, and squelching sounds from your soaked pussy. Your noises were nothing short of pornographic. Both of you. König was just as loud as you were. Moaning your name and German swears. His mouth hanging open and eyes in the back of his head. He was lost in the pleasure and that only made him go harder. 

König was desperate to reach his end. Desperate to come. Desperate for you to come. He wanted to feel your tight pussy strangle his cock. Squeeze out every last drop of come into you. He wanted you to be his cumdump. He wanted to watch his come ooze out of your still spasming pussy. He wanted to eat his own come out of your pussy. 

Oh god. Just the thoughts of that had you shaking. Had you coming. Coming on his cock. He groaned, growled, damn near barked into your ear when you clenched around him. Chanting ‘yes’ in your ear over and over and over. Drilling himself into you. Your body twitching from the overstimulation now taking over you. 

But he kept on going. Kept on pounding into you. Ignoring how you screamed. Ignoring the way you thrashed underneath him. The pleasure becoming too much. But still so good. 

“Fuck! Yes! Yes! Coming! Coming!” He almost howled into the room. 

You could feel it. 

The long, thick stings of burning hot come shooting into you. The sensation had you coming a second time. König trembled. A new tightness around him. Tighter than he had felt before. He cried out your name and continued to drive himself into you. 

He slammed his lips to yours. His tongue finding it’s way back down your throat. He swallowed all of your noises. Swallowed them and matched them. 

Eventually, he began to slow his hips. Carefully pulling out of you with a heavy breath. “Scheiße. Das ist es” (fuck. That’s it) he praised. His hand stroking down your hair. “gutes Mädchen” (good girl). 

You sucked your lips behind your teeth and slipped a hand between you. You could feel his come leaking out of you. You gather some on your fingers and brought them back up to your faces. 

He looked at your fingers. His eyes blown black. He licked his lips and ducked your fingers into his mouth. He moaned and his eyes fluttered shut. “das ist es”(that’s it) you whispered in your best German you could muster in your fucked out state. 

König shivered. It always fucked with his head when your spoke in his mother tongue. Especially during and after sex. 

Once he had sucked your fingers clean of his come, you pulled them from his mouth. “Good boy” he collapsed onto you and let out another heavy breath. 

You pulled off his helmet and hood and began stroking though his hair. “ich liebe dich” he sighed. 

“I love you too” 

You both fell into a peaceful silence. That silence including pants, whispers and giggles. 

“Do you think he’s still out there?” He asked quietly as he shifted a little. 

“You’d like that wouldn’t you” you laughed. 

There was a beat of silence before he spoke again “maybe…” 

27/1/23

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Degradation:💎

Daddy/mommy kink: m💙/f💖

Overstimulation kink:🪫

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Anal kink:🧡

Foreplay: ❤️

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[imagine-darksiders]

Not your time - A Darksiders oneshot.

Hey everyone!

A commission from the lovely and generous @humboltsquid, who requested a female Reader who barely survives an assassination attempt that's carried out in front of the Horsemen.

CW: Blood, guns, assassination attempt, mild descriptions of bullet wounds, aftermath, protective Horsemen, whump, angst, fluff, Death centric.

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A sudden flash of dazzling light bursts in front of your face, and try as you might to keep your eyes open, you just know that come Monday, there’ll be an unseemly photograph of you squinting out of the front page of a local newspaper.

“Perfect!” the photographer grins without casting so much as a glance down at the screen of her camera.

Blinking rapidly to disperse the shadow floating in front of your eyes, you take another look out at the crowd gathered on the square below the steps of Haven City Hall.

Most, if not all of their attention is rigidly devoted to you as multiple pens sit poised over tattered notebooks, though there are some people who throw envious glares at the photographer as she retreats back into their ranks.

You have to admit, you find yourself wondering where she managed to scrouge up a working camera.

It’s hardly been a few months since Humanity pulled itself out of the rubble of an unrecognisable Earth.

Word of the Apocalypse, its aftermath and the reasons behind it spread like wildfire – words that originated from your mouth, at the behest of the Four Horsemen, all of whom agreed that you’d make a fine ambassador for your species.

Death made it apparent that he and his siblings thought very highly of you after your involvement in clearing War’s name and surviving trials no human ever had before.

You’re starting to wish they thought a little less of you now, though. This is the seventh ‘press conference’ you’ve been subjected to in the past month. That’s without all the one-to-one interviews you’d been forced into with world leaders, heads of national security, historians, religious leaders, scientist… The list goes on.

Today is just more of the same; a whole lot of reporters clamouring to quote you for their articles in cobbled-together newspapers that have finally begun to crop up around the globe.

At a glance, it would almost appear that you're standing on the steps alone. But upon further inspection, it isn't difficult to spot four, hulking figures eyeing the proceedings from the shadows.

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse: Death, Fury, Strife and War. Your guardians. And quite possibly the best friends you've ever had, no matter their quirks and social ineptness.

They've grown tired of the constant questions from your fellow humans, even Strife, and no doubt the only reason they're here at all today is to watch your back, despite how often you try to tell them that they don't have to worry about you.

You might as well be throwing words at a brick wall and expecting it to break.

In the corner of your eye, there’s another flash, and a split second where your heart starts to sink at the prospect of yet another photograph circling the papers. However, in less than a blink, something smacks into your abdomen with a dull, wet ‘thwack,’ forcing you to stumble onto your backfoot.

Startled, you drop your mouth open and look out at the crowd, dimly wondering why one of them had thrown something at you…

A rock, perhaps?

Strange…

You nearly jump out of your skin when there’s an explosion of motion all around you.

From one moment to the next, War hauls his immense bulk in front of you, dousing you in his shadow as he rips Chaoseater from its scabbard and swings the terrible sword out in front of him, shoulders bristling with a rage you can’t yet place.

At almost the exact same time, Strife appears as if from nowhere to your right, roaring like a wild beast and, to your horror, whipping Mercy and Redemption out of their holsters and pointing them out at the anxious crowd.

A woman screams, loud and shrill enough to hurt your ears, sending blood coursing through them until you’re left grimacing at the sound, only dimly aware of the tiny burn blossoming to life in your abdomen, just beneath your left breast.

No sooner have the brothers locked their legs rigidly into place than someone fills the space behind you– Fury, if the warm body pressing a little too firmly into your back is any indication.

“Strife! The rooftops!” she shouts urgently, and you can’t help but grimace again as her voice thrums through your head like a claxon.

Bewildered. you twist yourself sideways, meeting the stare of the last Horseman, Death. He was the furthest away when the rock hit you, though now he seems to warp through the air towards you with the grace and swiftness of a shadow moving across the square, and all the ferocity of a bull charging down its quarry.

Your mouth hangs open, lips twitching as the burn in your chest grows as if an insect has lodged its stinger inside your skin, and you’re about to ask what in the world they think they’re doing when you pull in a breath.

All at once, your chest hitches painfully, and you hurry to throw a hand over your mouth to catch the hacking cough that takes you by surprise. You pull a face at the sensation of thick saliva spattering against your palm.

It had been a sunny day not moments ago, but as Death approaches from your left, the temperature around you plummets by a staggering degree, as if you’ve been cast into the eye of a polar storm. Growing increasingly alarmed by the second, you pull in a smaller breath, one that rattles and wheezes in its way in, but doesn’t quite manage to fill your lungs as you move your hand away to call Death’s name.

The last thing you expect to see when you briefly glance down is the splatter of rich, glistening blood freckling the previously unblemished skin of your palm.

It’s only then that the thought occurs to you; it may not have been a rock at all…

“Death?” you whimper shakily, lowering your trembling hand and touching your fingertips gingerly to the spot on your torso that’s beginning to feel even worse, as though instead of an insect, a lit cigarette has been jammed against your skin with no signs of cooling.

You’d flinch away from the sensation were you not being tightly boxed in on every side by four, bridling forces of nature.

The eldest of them, Death, is upon you in an instant, dragging the shadows of buildings along in his wake as if, for just a moment, the darkness itself is beholden to none but him.

There’s a fire raging in the Horseman’s wide and simmering eyes that contradicts the icy hands that reach out to catch you by your shoulders when you take a faltering step towards him, only to crumple as the numbness in your legs makes itself apparent.

A familiar chill pours down your spine. One you’re all-too familiar with.

They promised you had nothing to be afraid of, not while you have Four of them in your corner.

But you can’t help it.

Right now, as War bellows a thunderous battle-cry out at some unknown recipient, and the breaths start to leave you in great clouds of billowing, white air, you’re scared.

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‘No, no, no, NO! NO!’

Death’s ever-churning mind howls with outrage and disbelief, even if his lips remain tightly sealed beneath his bone-mask as he holds you upright by your shoulders, suspending you an inch above the ground in his haste to scan you for injury.

He’s mutely aware that the crowd of humans have already begun to scatter, though whether they’ve been driven away by the Horsemen’s sudden act of aggression or the culprit who has just made a foolish attempt on your life, Death can’t be bothered to guess.

He knows… As soon as he caught the flash from a broken window that overlooks the city hall, he knew. And he knows, for the rest of his wretched existence, that he’ll be trying to atone for standing too far away to reach you in time. For growing complacent.

They've all grown complacent, though he’ll shoulder the blame for his siblings because they – however unwittingly – follow by his example.

He thought this would be safe.

You weren’t supposed to get hurt, this was just another question-and-answer session you’ve done dozens of times before. Curious humans seeking gaps in their knowledge from you.

Who in their right mind would dare, would even have the nerve to try and hurt the human who has been so obviously afforded protection by the Four? Not even Samael, arguably their strongest adversary, would think twice before attempting to antagonise the Horsemen.

He can feel your warm breaths hitting the exposed skin of his sternum as he clings to you, rolling his eyes down until he spies the patch of crimson blooming outwards underneath your quivering hand.  

The acrid stench of blood – your blood – is quick to slip between the cracks of his mask and into his unwilling nostrils.

Death’s muscles bunch at the intrusion and he clamps his gnashing teeth down on the primal growl that tries to escape through them.

He’s aware that at any moment, his siblings are going to catch the same scent on the wind, and it’ll be all he can do to stop them from levelling the entire city, just to ensure that your would-be killer doesn’t get away. Hell, it’s all he can currently do to keep his own Reaper Form from tearing itself loose and raking up the souls of any human in the vicinity.

As unhappy as his siblings already are though, they’re about to raise merry Hell when he makes his next announcement.

“She’s been shot,” he spits, pulling the metaphorical trigger on three, loaded guns.

As if from nowhere, a maelstrom whips up around Strife, who only just manages to lurch sideways far enough to spare you and his siblings from being crushed as he erupts into the titanic, armoured beast; Anarchy, shaking out his mane and tipping his horned head back to screech up at the sky.

Steeling himself against your sudden whimpers of alarm, Death barks, “Seventh story window to the North. Go!”

And without needing any further spurring on, Anarchy launches himself into a gallop across the street, leaping up to latch his monstrous claws into the wall of the building and hauling himself straight up the side of it, hand over hand.

War and Fury don’t look as though they’ll be far behind their brother, but Death’s voice is enough to still them before they too can unleash their true forms and give chase.                                                                                                                   

“Fury.”

Snarling, his sister whips around towards him, her expression faltering when she sees how carefully he slides his arms beneath your knees and hoists you off your feet, cradling you against his unforgiving chest.

“Rampage is the fastest of our horses,” he continues, “Find Azrael, meet us at Y/n’s home.”

She looks as though she’s about to argue, far more interested in joining Strife to enact some well-deserved vengeance in your honour, but another glance at you reminds her that this isn’t the time for personal vendettas.

Fiery hair bobs as she gives a resolute nod, then turns on her heel and raises a fist in the air. “Rampage! To me!”

Death’s attention flits back to you, secure in the knowledge that at least two of his siblings have been distracted from going on the warpath.

Speaking of…

“Brother… Is she...?” War’s voice has dipped and bowed with rage, lending him the cadence of a beast.

Before he can say another word, Death speaks, his magics flaring about him like coiling snakes, though is tone is deceptively calm. “War, I need you to guard us as we ride.”

Without another word, the Horsemen summon their steeds, and Death is forced to relinquish you to War for a second whilst he hauls himself into Despair’s saddle, immediately reaching to take you again when his brother gently lifts you towards him. You scream as he does, trying to curl in on yourself until you’re deposited in the saddle between Death’s sturdy thighs.

Then, in a moment so rare, not even his siblings can remember the last time they saw it, Death slips his hand underneath yours, trying not to let his stomach squeeze at the feeling of your fingers latching onto his. He meets your eyes, loathing the wide, terrible pain that’s been placed inside them.

Pain has no place in your life, not so long as they’re here to protect you from it.

“Not yet,” he breathes, damn-near begs, spurring Despair into a thunderous gallop with Ruin snorting wildly at his heels.

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It’s the agony that wakes you in the end, a raging hellfire that ignites in your chest as you startle to consciousness, never recalling how you’d come to be unconscious in the first place.

As if the unexpected pain weren’t bad enough, your heartbeat thuds strongly in your ears, which are ringing with the shouts of several, booming voices, all far too close and spilling over one another in a furious rush, leaving you feeling as though you’ve been placed inside an amphitheatre.

“- the Hell wasn’t someone watching the buildings!?” Fury’s voice, easily distinguishable from her brothers’ and absolutely drenched in her namesake.

Gritting your teeth, you screw your face up when Strife almost roars back, “Keep lookin’ at me when you say that, and I might start thinkin’ you’re blaming me for this!”

“Perhaps I am! You’re the firearms expert, as you so often like to remind us!”

“Why the Hell should that mean-!?” He cuts himself off midsentence, granting you a second of relief before he promptly redirects his attention to one of his other siblings. “WAR! If you don’t stop pacing, you’re going out the goddamn window!”

Ah, you wince, so that wasn’t your heart beating in your ears.

War’s thundering footfalls come to an abrupt halt somewhere to your right, and he promptly responds to his brother’s threat with a rumbling growl, the kind that emanates straight from his chest and spills across the room like a roll of thunder.

They’re fighting about something…. Which isn’t unusual. But lately, they’ve been getting better at not doing it around you.

God your chest hurts. What the Hell happened?

“Mmgh, ugh…” You feel like you need a crowbar to pry your eyelids apart, but at least the pitiful sound you made is enough to stop their incessant bickering.

A new problem arises though, when they instantly start to exclaim anew.

“She’s awake!” Strife gushes.

“I can see that for myself,” Fury sighs, though not without a hint of relieved laughter.

War’s relief is quieter, but no less palpable.

Through the gaps in your eyelids, you spot a flash of red surging towards you as you try to heave yourself upright, but not a moment later, a strong, uncompromising gauntlet engulfs your shoulder, pushing you down to lay flat on your back.

“Stay there,” War’s baritone thrums, as gentle as you’ve ever heard it, “You’ll hurt yourself.”

Tears of pain are already trailing down your cheeks, but you suppose he means you’ll make it worse. Blinking to clear your vision, you peer up at the three, titanic figures looming over your head.

Strife’s eyes are the first you meet, glowing like raw gold from beneath his silver helm. They pinch at the corners, a telltale sign that he’s smiling under there. “H-hey, gorgeous,” he swallows thickly as if he’s about to choke, “Glad to see you’re awake again… Scared the Hell out of us back there, you know.”

You know it must have been bad if he’s admitting to fear.

“How’re you feeling.”

Before you can open your mouth to tell him that it feels as if your chest is being split in two, Fury scoffs, turning to shoot Strife a scathing look.

“She was shot, you fool. How do you think she’s feeling?”

“Sh-shot?” you croak, once more attempting to sit up, but with War’s gauntlet pinning you in place, you only succeed in squirming weakly on the-… Are you on your bed?

Your breath starts picking up, throat bone-dry as more tears spill down your cheeks. “I was shot?”

To her credit, Fury swiftly clamps her jaw shut, biting her lip and looking at least a little ashamed for blurting that out. War emits a troubled hum whilst Strife hurries to reassure you.

“Hey, hey,” he hushes, reaching out to drop his enormous hand over the top of yours, “It’s over. It’s over now. Azrael fixed you up. You’re okay.” There’s conviction in his words, but you don’t know if he’s trying to convince himself or you.

You roll your neck down slightly to look him over, and it’s only now that you see the blood smeared across his chest plate.

With a sharp gasp, your heart rate skyrockets.

War follows your wide-eyed stare and grumbles, “I told you to wash that off…”

Glancing down at himself, Strife quickly snaps his head up to offer you a shake of his head. “No, no, don’t worry about that. It’s not your blood.”

Despite his efforts, this does little to reassure you.

“It’s yours!?” you bleat.

“Nah, ain’t mine either. S’from the guy who shot you.”

 Your abdomen squeezes in protest as you strain out, “Strife! You killed someone!?”

For a moment, he falls silent. All of them do, flicking pointed glances between one another as a creeping chill begins to seep inside the room, reaching your skin even under the blankets that have been tucked around your neck.

“I gave the order.”

All eyes dart to the open door of your bedroom. You can’t help the aborted breath you draw in when you see Death filling the wooden frame.

His bulging shoulders heave up and down slowly, and that dark, brooding stare is adhered to your face, causing you to squirm uncomfortably as if you mean to escape it.

 “Finally decided to stop beating yourself up, have you?” Fury mutters under her breath, earning a glare from Death so frosty, you could swear you see her shiver.

“But… but I don’t understand?” you wheeze, furrowing your brow wearily and shifting to try and ease the ache in your lungs, “What do you mean you gave the order?”

“Some fool human made an attempt on your life,” War supplies, “Strife did what we all wished we could do.”

Once again, you try to sit up, and once again the weight of War’s gauntlet stops you.

Grunting, you argue, “But, you can’t… kill someone just because-!”

“-Because what?” Death snaps, stalking towards the bed an effectively silencing you in a heartbeat, “Because an overconfident zealot thought you deserved to die simply because you spoke a truth that didn’t align with his doctrines?”

He may be the shortest of the Horsemen, but that doesn’t mean that Death isn’t several feet taller than you, able to loom over your bed like a storm cloud.

“Were we to stand idly by whilst one of our own was threatened?”

You glance up at the others, taken aback by the ferocious, steadfast frowns on War and Fury’s expressions, and the familiar glint of steel in Strife’s eyes. Not one of them are contending Death’s bold declaration.

That you’re one of theirs.

It’s a hell of a claim to come from the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Ancient Nephilim of legend, laying claim to a human?

You wet your lips, but a response doesn’t come.

Death, however, seems only too ready to fill the space of your silence.

In a single, fluid motion, he lowers himself onto one knee beside your bed, and that action in itself is as poignant as his words.

Death never kneels.

The other three don’t look half as surprised as you’re sure you must, not even when their eldest, their leader, reaches out, hesitates, then rests the tips of his cold fingers gently under your jawline, directly over your pulse.

Wide-eyed, you can only stare into the sockets of his mask, breathing shallowly, missing the way his shoulders slump at the sensation of a strong, steady throb beneath his fingertips.

“You’re under our protection,” he states matter-of-factly, backed up by a concurring grunt from War on the other side of the bed, “And when the Horsemen have your back, nobody touches you. Is that understood?”

You press your lips together, both horrified and equally humbled that you could have earned the devotion of such powerful, ethereal beings.

Holding your gaze, Death firmly repeats, “Nobody.”

You still have questions. No end of them. But right now, frightened, hurt, and vulnerable, you’re wrenching heart seeks safety in one of the few places you know can offer it.

It hurts to raise your left arm, but you bite down hard on your tongue and slip your hand around what you can of Death’s solid neck.

The first sob escapes you when he leans towards you, pretending to be guided by your pitiable strength until you can wrap more of your arm around the back of his shoulders and push your damp face into the column of his throat, shivering slightly from the chill on his skin.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper against him, feeling his muscles turn lax underneath your touch.

In response, the Horseman nudges his mask closer to your ear and in a whisper that’s meant for you alone, he utters, “You’re not the one with anything to be sorry for…”

Unseen by you, the ancient Nephilim’s eyes glare holes through each of his siblings, daring one of them to comment on his moment of rare, uncharacteristic indulgence.

Per the norm, Strife is the one who struggles to keep his mouth shut.

“Aw, how come Death gets a hug?” Strife whinges petulantly, “He doesn’t even like ‘em.”

“And you believed him when he told you that?” Fury snickers.

On the bed, your grip just tightens around your guardian’s neck as his protective hand lays gingerly against your back, cold fingertips drinking up the warmth of your human body with a reverence known only to Death.

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[thefrogdalorian]

The Bake Sale

Husband!Din Djarin x GN!Reader

Summary: When Grogu brings news of an upcoming Bake Sale hosted by the little school he attends between missions with the New Republic on Nevarro, his father enthusiastically throws himself into baking the the sweetest treats to impress his classmates. Din's devotion to the task makes you feel like there is a third person in your marriage as he constantly asks for your opinions on recipe combinations. Still, you are nevertheless charmed by his determination. Ultimately, while the fruits of his labour are delicious, you soon discover that Din Djarin's love is the sweetest treat of them all…

Word Count:  3.8k ✯ Rating:  General ✯ Content Warnings: One suggestive line, but apart from that, fluff (and cakes) so sweet they might rot your teeth! ✯ Author's Note: Took me like a month, but I finally got around to finishing this fluffy little baking oneshot inspired by a conversation I had with the lovely @suresnips about Din being a chaotic but enthusiastic baker! This one is also dedicated to you, Senna. Thank you for all of your help on TBOBW, much appreciated! Anyway it was a DELIGHT to imagine Din doing something so sweet and soft, now that he finally has his own home. I would love to explore more of this in the future! I really hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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Din Djarin is a man who throws himself into any task with every atom of his being. Your riduur’s determination is never more apparent than when said task is for the benefit of someone he loves.

You have been privileged enough to observe Din’s love language firsthand and experienced how his love is all-encompassing, absolute and unconditional without suffocating. You know that if Din truly cares about someone, he will stop at nothing, no matter how tall the task, to improve their lives and ensure their happiness, even if the task demands everything of him for only a fractional improvement in their lives in return. 

That fact is particularly evident when it comes to his son.

Since their first meeting on Arvala-7, Din has been wrapped around each of Grogu’s tiny green talons. The hulking Mandalorian would do anything to ensure his boy’s contentment. 

Lately, that pursuit of Grogu’s happiness involves an activity utterly alien to Din—baking. 

Training his son in the ways of being a Mandalorian is important to Din. A task he has thrown himself into with the absolute devotion it requires. 

However, it is also important to Din that Grogu mixes with other children and learns how others view the galaxy. Din has told you on numerous occasions that he wants Grogu to be the best Mandalorian possible. 

Yet, even more than being a great warrior, it is more important to Din that he brings his son up to have a well-rounded perspective. 

After all, Din would never want Grogu to swear the Creed when he is old enough because it was the only path his father ever showed him. Din is determined to ensure that Grogu wants to be Mandalorian. 

Din is also in the unique position of raising a child who is actually older than him. As such, Din is not blind to the fact that Grogu’s lifespan will be far longer than his. There will come a time when Grogu has to fend for himself. Din wants to ensure that his boy is well prepared for that eventuality. He wants to ensure Grogu is well prepared for the multitude of fates and destinies which possibly await him throughout the galaxy.

That is precisely why Din insists on sending Grogu to the local school on Nevarro whenever there is a gap between their missions with the New Republic. It allows Grogu to be around other children, while also granting you and Din the opportunity to spend some precious time alone together. 

For the few hours that Grogu spends at school each day, you and Din enjoy time together without a mischievous toddler running around and causing mischief. 

However, as soon as Grogu returns from school, Din’s attention is fully turned towards his boy. You love watching Din as he dutifully helps Grogu with whatever projects or homework he brings home from the small school which Grogu attends whenever there is a gap in the steady stream of jobs that flow in from the New Republic. 

You are eager to see how Din is progressing with the task you left him in the middle of when you departed the small cabin you share near the lava flats to pick Grogu up from the repurposed Cantina in the centre of town. 

Din had been busy weighing out the ingredients to make Uj’alayi or Uj cakes, a Mandalorian delicacy that Grogu will take for his school’s Bake Sale. You are eager to see his progress when you arrive home. 

Nothing could have prepared you for the sight that greets you in the cabin’s small kitchen when you return home, however.

You and Grogu can barely stifle your giggles as you notice how the shine of Din’s gleaming beskar armour has been dulled drastically by the flour that, somehow, Din has managed to cake himself in from head to toe. 

“Oh, hi there, you two!” Din exclaims, slightly flustered at your presence, “Wasn’t expecting to see you back so soon!”

“Patu!” Grogu chirps from your arms and nods towards the chronometer on the wall above the stove. 

You smirk at the child’s sassiness, a trait he has learned well from his father. 

“Sorry, pal, I must have lost track of time,” Din apologetically shrugs. 

It is not the first time that Din has unintentionally let time get away from him. Baking the perfect Uj cake for Grogu’s upcoming Bake Sale has consumed Din’s every waking thought for the past few days. You and the little boy who brought home the assignment have served as Din’s tasters, checking each combination of ingredients until he settles on one that he is happy with. 

A few hours later, after dinner, it is a role you find yourself fulfilling once again. 

Usually, you and Din would spend quality time with Grogu, either inside or outside the cabin; mainly in an attempt to wear him out so he settles in his bunk without much fuss.

Tonight, however, as evening descends across Nevarro, you are alone with the tiniest member of Clan Mudhorn. Din has once again excused himself to the kitchen, mumbling something about how he needs to get the combination of nuts and dried fruits just right so that the sticky batter is not overwhelmed and weighed down by the fillings.

You would never have considered Din to be a baker when you first met him. You would certainly never have imagined he would throw himself into the pastime with as much enthusiasm as he has. 

Grogu’s task has seemingly reawakened the passion for baking that had lay dormant for some time. He told you it reminded him of his childhood, and you had learned that food played an integral role in Mandalorian culture. 

Despite his imposing demeanour, you have been privileged to see Din’s softer side evident beneath his armour. As you grew closer to him, you learned that he not only enjoyed baking and cooking but also tended to the assortment of plants he was cultivating in the fertile volcanic Nevarrian soil on his tract of land. 

Your husband is a man of multitudes, and Din continues to surprise you each day. 

As he does, once again, when he stands in the cabin's doorway and softly calls your name. His familiar deep voice travels through the warm Nevarrian evening towards the spot by the pond where you have crouched next to Grogu, who is enjoying his favourite pastime, levitating frogs. 

“I’ll be right back, pal. I think your father wants me to be a test subject for his latest creation,” you say as you playfully roll your eyes at Grogu, who responds with a giggle. 

You cannot help but smile as you return to the cabin, amused by Din’s determination to create the perfect Uj cake. Despite how endearing it is, you cannot help but be somewhat relieved the Bake Sale is tomorrow. If only because you fear the toll it is taking on your husband’s sanity. And his bank balance. 

Even though he is one of the New Republic’s most valuable employees with the wage to match, you fear you may have to take on debt to keep up with Din’s supply of ingredients. 

You hold your breath as you enter the cabin, mentally preparing yourself for the sight you that will greet you after Din’s latest attempt at baking. 

Fortunately, the kitchen is mostly clean. 

The same cannot be said of the man who occupies it. 

Din’s mouth is smeared with batter from his creations. His dark hair, which curls slightly at the ends, is stood up in every direction as though he has been furiously running his hands through his hair in an attempt to calm himself down. Your gaze travels down his body. You notice that he has changed into comfortable cotton clothes. It is an outfit you know is supposed to be cream-coloured, but in reality, Din's garments are stained with various shades of brown from the Uj cake batter.

You cannot stop and gawp at him any longer as Din motions for you to come closer to him. A giggle escapes from somewhere in your chest. You are so endeared by his determination to perfect the recipe. 

“Try this, cyar’ika,” Din rasps as he holds the wooden spoon covered in a dark, lumpy batter towards your lips. 

Din watches as you lick the batter from the spoon he is holding. You savour the sweet flavours as they dance across your tongue, forming your opinions with a thoughtful expression. When you look at Din again, you see his eyes momentarily darkened with an emotion you might even consider lust. It marks the first time he has allowed himself to think of anything except crafting the perfect Uj’alayi for the past few days. 

Before the moment can continue, Grogu chirps from behind the two of you. In response, you and Din hurriedly jump apart as though you have been caught in a compromising position rather than the entirely innocent gesture of tasting the batter. 

The child whines unimpressed at the sight of his buirs dedicating more attention to the Uj cakes than towards him. To keep him happy, you scoop Grogu up into your arms and take him to the fresher for a bath before you put him down to sleep. 

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With Grogu finally tucked up between a mountain of plushies, you wander through the narrow hallway of the cabin in the direction of the kitchen. Unsurprisingly, Din is still hunched over the countertop, working on the Uj’alayi. 

“Din, it’s getting late,” you sigh, gesturing towards the chronometer, much like Grogu had hours before. 

“Just one more batch!” Din pleads, turning towards you with a frenzied look across his features. 

You shake your head and let out an exasperated sigh, simultaneously amused and concerned by his antics. Din throws himself into everything with nothing less than one hundred per cent devotion, so you know better than to fight him on this matter.

Slipping beneath the blankets on your own is a lonely, miserable experience. You are used to it when Din is away, of course. But it is a strange sensation to know he is here in the cabin, and yet he is unable to be here with you. 

Too devoted to baking to cuddle you.

You sigh forlornly at the emptiness next to you, a stark reminder of Din’s absence. Hoping that sleep, instead, will cocoon you in its warm embrace…

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The other half of the bunk is still empty and ice cold to the touch when your eyelids flutter open sometime later. When you reach out to feel for him, the frigidity of the bunk beneath your fingertips makes it obvious that Din has not joined you. His absence is confirmed when your eyes finally focus and recognise the light streaming in from the hallway outside.

Din is still up in the kitchen. You groan, far too comfortable and warm to truly want to leave. Still, the buckethead’s well-being is somehow more important than your own.

You pad down the hallway towards the kitchen, groggily rubbing your eyes as you go. As expected, Din is still furiously mixing the batter.

“Din, have you seen the time?” you ask exasperatedly. Despite the late hour, Din is determined to perfect the recipe ahead of the Bake Sale. 

“I have to get it perfect,” he mutters, shaking his head in exasperation as he looms over the mixing bowl. 

“Darling, you look exhausted,” you whisper against Din’s neck as you wrap your hands around his waist, looking concernedly at the dark bags underneath his eyes as you pepper kisses along his neck. 

It might be a shameless attempt to seduce him. At least it would get him into your bunk. Still, Din is too hyper-focused on baking to acknowledge your advances.

“I’m fine,” he huffs, continuing to mix the batter, “Go back to sleep.”

You shake your head and retreat, knowing when you are not wanted. You know that Din will make it up to you and apologise once the Bake Sale is over. Although if he offers to bake you something to make up for his behaviour over the past few days, you may resort to using one of his weapons against him… 

You drift off for the second time, fantasising about which blaster from his armoury you would turn your hand to first…

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When the alarm sounds next to your bed the next morning you thrust a clumsy hand towards the buttons to turn it off. You immediately notice that you are, once again, alone.

Din is nowhere to be seen.

It is a miracle that he hasn’t burned the cabin down.

Before waking Grogu up, you decide to see what kind of condition his silly buir is in. The rage that burns in your belly is extinguished the second you make it to the kitchen and lay eyes upon the adorable sight before you.

The golden light streaming in through the windows illuminates the entire room, where Din is slumped over the kitchen table, surrounded by plates piled high with Uj cakes. You shake your head and smile at him, not wanting to wake him just yet.

You busy yourself by getting Grogu up and ready for school, which is easier said than done, considering how lazy the child can be at times. 

When you return to the kitchen, you place a soft kiss on Din’s forehead. He stirs slightly, warm brown eyes flecked with honey in the sunlight and as thick with sleep as Uj’alayi batter. 

“Come on, sleepyhead,” you grin when Din finally focuses on you, “We need to leave for the Bake Sale in a few minutes.”

While Din dashes to the fresher and hurriedly pulls his beskar’gam on, you carefully pack up the Uj cakes. Grogu watches you, doing his best impression of a Porg as he looks up at you with pleading eyes, desperate for a taste of the sweet snack.

“You can have one later, Grogu,” you tell him, tone firm. 

You ignore Grogu’s whines as Din reappears, fully armoured and ready for the Bake Sale. Enthusiastic, despite how little he has slept.

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The enthusiasm gives way to darker emotions when you and Din finally make it to the town centre of Nevarro.

As you begin setting up your stall, it appears that the other parents at Grogu’s school have not taken the assignment as seriously as your household. Most of them, it transpires, have used self-rising mixtures to hastily contribute to the Bake Sale. A fact that disappoints you as you watch them setting up their respective stalls, ready for the children to take over shortly.

Only Din had taken the task seriously, a fact that fills you with pride rather than embarrassment. How lucky are you to have someone as dedicated and driven as your riduur?

Despite how much more impressive your wares are than other stalls, the flow of customers is slow at first. Not helped by the fact that every unfortunate soul who comes to examine the Uj’alayi gets a lecture on their origins from an overly enthusiastic, sleep-deprived Mandalorian. 

When Grogu and his classmates appear to take over from their parents, you and Din make yourselves scarce. It is their Bake Sale, after all. 

You are intent on enjoying the rest of the fair; by exploring the stalls, sampling the food and playing traditional games which have been set up by the children.

You begin wandering through the fair, appreciating the effort that has gone into each stall. The children deserve a better school building and you have no doubt the fair will raise enough money to move them out of the former cantina.

But, when you do not feel the presence of your riduur at your side, you halt in your tracks and look around for him as panic sets in. 

Being the only Mandalorian on Nevarro, Din is not difficult to spot. You discover him pacing up and down, arms behind his back and helmet tilted in the direction of the stall. Although you cannot see his face, you are fairly certain that anxiety lingers behind the blackness of his T-visor. 

“Din, why don’t we go and enjoy some of the other stalls?” you plead, hoping that Din will relax and enjoy what should have been a fun event. 

Din shakes his head, “Can’t,” he murmurs. 

“Standing and watching them is not going to make them sell any quicker,” you huff, growing increasingly exasperated by his antics.

“You go on, I’ll catch up to you,” Din murmurs as he waves you away absentmindedly.

“Please, Din,” you beg, reaching out to take his gloved hand in yours, forcing him to look at you, “You’ve been so preoccupied with those kriffing Uj’alayi, it’s like you’ve been having an affair! Now that they’re finally out of your hands, can’t we please spend some time together?” you plead, hating how desperate you sound.

Din stands there motionless for a few seconds. Your breath catches in your throat as you notice him clenching and unclenching his fists at his sides, a mannerism of his that you have come to understand is a sign of anxiety. Your heart drops as you realise you have upset him.

“Of course, cyare,” Din finally breathes, clearly conciliatory and not annoyed as you had feared, “I'm sorry for neglecting you. Let's go."

Din follows you without hesitation.

You are ecstatic at finally having a chance to enjoy the delights of the fair. So much effort has been put into organising such an event by the people of Nevarro, and you are happy to support them.

The Mandalorian by your side seems less awed by the assortment of stalls, however. The various traditional games and food are tricky for Din to enjoy from behind his helmet.

There is one stall you suspect he may succeed at, however. 

Your eyes lock onto a high striker, a familiar game synonymous with fairs. You stand back, watching a man cockily sidle up towards the stall. After exchanging credits, he picks up a heavy mallet and nods towards the woman who accompanies him. You think you sense him straining under the weight slightly. Especially when he draws it back to strike the base of a tower with a heavy mallet.

The puck rises pathetically, not even managing a third of the tower's height. Yet, if struck with enough force, the puck would strike a bell and the competitor wins a prize.

You do not doubt that Din could win. 

“Din, why don’t you have a go?” you nod in the direction of the high striker.

Din looks towards the stall, as the man who just attempted it murmurs something about how they are rigged. You aren’t so sure, convinced that your hulking Mandalorian could win you a prize.

“Sure,” Din shrugs, clearly not fazed by such a challenge.

Unlike the cockiness of the previous contender, Din approaches the stall with his usual calm, understated confidence. You enjoy watching him swagger towards the man, getting a kick out of the fact he is all yours. 

After exchanging credits, Din picks up the mallet without a hint of strain, nodding towards you as he raises it above his head. Sure enough, when he brings it back down in one smooth movement and strikes the base of the tower, the puck seamlessly rises to the top and strikes the bell. Announcing Din’s victory to the entire fair with a ding, to which he receives a smattering of applause.

“Congratulations!” the stall owner chirps, “Which prize would you like?”

The man gestures towards a collection of brightly coloured plushies in various shapes and sizes. Your eyes roam across them, stunned by the collection. 

“I want that one,” Din nods without hesitation, pointing towards a bright green frog plushie. 

You smile, knowing precisely who that is for. Grogu can barely sleep in his cot as it is, but you have no doubt he will find room. Especially for a frog. 

Yet, Din is unable to bask in the glory of his victory for much longer. A familiar booming voice behind you soon causes both of you to turn around.

“Mando!” High Magistrate Greef Karga exclaims, “I hear your Uj’alayi went down a treat. Perhaps if your job with the New Republic does not work out, a future as a baker lies ahead of you,” the kindly old man chuckles as he brings a hand to clasp Din’s vambrace in greeting.

“Seriously?!” Din questions, clearly taken aback by the apparent success of his Uj’alayi. 

“All sold out! Before I even got a chance, can you believe that?” Greef smirks, “Perhaps you’ll have to bake me some?”

You cannot help the way your entire body tenses up at the thought of your kitchen once again being overtaken by Din baking. Still, as Greef disappears into the crowd, those thoughts are far from your mind as Din laces his fingers with yours. 

Now he has confirmation that the Uj’alayi were a hit, perhaps your husband will finally return to you.

As you stroll through the remainder of the stalls together, the sweet treats that Din had been so preoccupied with are far from your mind. The sweetest thing is being in his presence, proudly strolling around the Bake Sale and being unable to stop the feeling of pride that spreads through your chest at the knowledge this man is yours.

No matter how many passersby stare at him admiringly, Din Djarin’s heart belongs only to you. 

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Later that evening, the two of you are standing in your kitchen back at your cabin long after the sun has set. Din is clearly in a pensive mood as you work together, drying the last of the plates which you used for the Bake Sale. 

“Cyare, I’m sorry for being so focused on making the Uj Cakes that you felt neglected,“ Din offers apologetically.

“It’s okay, Din,” you smile, “Thank you for apologising.”

“I was thinking,” Din pauses, raising a single eyebrow cheekily at you, “That I could bake you a cake to make up for it.”

“Din Djarin, you better sleep with one eye open tonight or so help me Maker, I will help myself to your arsenal!”

“I’d like to see you try,” Din smirks smugly, as he snakes his arms around your waist and brings his lips to yours. 

The sound of your laughter carries throughout the cabin, all the way to Grogu in his room. Cuddled up to his new froggy friend, with his little belly full of Uj cakes, he is blissfully unaware of the strain his school’s Bake Sale placed upon his parents’ marriage.

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OP HEAR ME OUT:

A oneshot/scenario/headcanon with any MK1 boy of your choice (I would personally love it if you did Shang Tsung and General Shao)...with a giant fem or GN reader. Like think of 6ft 4in and higher compared to their tiny BF! Think of that meme of the small male rabbit loving his giant rabbit girlfriend.

Please and thank you! I love your writing😘👌🏻!

my giant lover

a/n: don't mind me throwing in a bit of my own worldbuilding rq

pairing: general shao x gn!reader

warnings: none :)

Shao was a large man, well over 7 feet, an anomaly within those of draconic lineage

typically, men of draconic descent are much smaller, shorter, leaner compared to him

he had been offered the privilege of having his height due to his genes through his father and through working as protege and then general for Empress Sindel

Raiden watches Shao in the corner, unable to keep his eyes off the intimidating man who glowers and glares throughout the entire banquet

it makes the champion nervous that Shao could possibly snap his spine if he wanted to with little effort, and he is reminded of that superhero comic that Kung Lao once showed him

Raiden tries to focus on his food, picking at it with his chopsticks, as Liu Kang lightly converses with the others and Kung Lao asks for more food from Kenshi

he hears something stomp through the hallways, and Raiden tenses up, hand raised as electricity jolts between his fingertips as he watches a hulking figure appear in the doorway

you’re easily the tallest person that Raiden had ever met, broad back, straight back, glowering eyes

you have a large set of horns on your head, curving to the side and up, and you stride through the room with an air of confidence

you walk with a purpose, as though hunting for someone, and Raiden sweats in his uniform as he tracks your figure

the other Earthrealm champions have fallen silent as they all watch you walk through the room, snarl on your face and pupils slitted as you stalk through the room

only Liu Kang seems unbothered, sipping on his tea as he continues to talk with the others, and Raiden feels a shiver go down his spine when you pass by him

you could easily snap him in half, break every bone in his body with no trouble, and Raiden gets an eyeful of your sharpened claws and your scaled body

but suddenly, Raiden sees in the corner of the room General Shao stand up, chair screeching against the stone floor

for a second, you stare at the general, growl in your throat and eyes narrowed as you stare at the general, and Raiden thinks a fight might break out

but then General Shao, softens, his eyes almost warming, and you stride on over the general with that low rumble in your throat

you bring your foreheads together, holding onto the small of his waist and also completely engulfing General Shao with your large form

you’re so much…bigger than him, much stronger-looking and intimidating than the general somehow

General Shao gestures you to sit next to Reiko so that the warrior sits between you two, ears flicking as he listens to you laugh and tell him your tales of the day

he listens enraptured, eyes never once breaking from yours unless it’s to grab more food from the center of the table to give to you

even Reiko looks enraptured by you, leaning in and nodding, and you smile and pat his head, in an almost parental fashion

General Shao has his fingers intertwined with yours on the table, leaning in toward you as if you’re a god amongst mortals, and smoke bellows from your nose as you let out a belly laugh

it’s a scene of complete domesticity and none of the others at the banquet seem to care or notice as they continue on with their conversations

Raiden glances at Liu Kang, who does nothing, and then at the other champions, who look dumbfounded at the situation

none of them knew that the angry General Shao could soften for someone, but it turns out that you’re the one who could placate the scowling general

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Small Comfort ||| Chishiya x Reader

You and Chishiya have been grouped together for a game and you didn’t anticipate the amount of people there. You’re panicking, but Chishiya grounds and comforts you in his own way.

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Request - Anonymous

Pairing: Chishiya Shuntarō x Female ! Reader

Relationship: Romantic

Tone: Angst to Fluff

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Reader has Social Anxiety, Light Panic Attack (?)

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A/N: "It should be posted within the next few days" I said. It has been nearly three weeks. I may have forgotten to work on this.

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Tonight was the last night of your visa, a fearful "zero days remaining" bright on the phone's screen, and you had to leave the ironic, stone walls of the hotel. The foe utopia hidden behind the title of the Beach demanded obedience, and with it the order that you could not leave unless the timer struck zero. You were to remain lost within the sickening party of alcohol and deception until the very last second, and you were to be a servant to Hatter until your very last breath. That way they ensured your total 'loyalty'.

And, because of that loyalty, tonight you had to leave. This night you had to participate in the death games, and, no matter the risks, you were happy that Chishiya chose to come with you.

He was wordless when he approached you within the packed lobby, only cocking his head with a knowing smirk before his expression fell back to a mask of cold neutrality.

He was worldless when Hatter announced the beginning of the night's entertainment and when each pre-decided group made its way to the old vehicles prepared by the iron gates of the hotel.

He was wordless when he entered the van and claimed the very back seats for the two of you.

There weren't a lot of you in the van the Beach's scouts managed to get their hands on. There were only five people if you counted both you and Chishiya: the driver who sat with thinly lined lips and wrinkles highlighting his frown; two women who huddled up in the seats in front of you, wrapped in each other's arms with scared eyes; Chishiya who leaned his chin on his fist and looked silently out of the window; and you.

To your surprise, the ride towards the site of the rising white light was a silent and pleasant one. Other than the hushed murmur of the two women, everyone seemed to mind their own business. The driver was diligently following the red line on the paper map, and Chishiya spared a few quiet glances at you. It was a comfortable atmosphere.

At least for however long it lasted.

You knew that it was going too well when you left the confines of the van, Chishiya aiding your dismount with a tentative hand that slipped back into the safety of its pocket the second you let go.

You followed him and the rest of the group up and into the bright building, seemingly a shorter office block, holding onto Chishiya by the fabric of his jumper. Step after step you made your way following the “Game” signs until you reached the table adorned with a variety of phones. Before you could grab one, you spared a glance at your surroundings.

There were too many people.

You tried to remain focussed as dark and cold eyes stared at you and your group. The two women quickly diffused into the corner and the driver stood with a hulking figure adjacent to the entrance. Noticing their actions only brought your attention ever so closer to the crowd of people. There were men in suits and women in matching garments. A high-schooler stood by the distant wall, seemingly staring you down as one finger coiled around the pink strands in her hair.

You felt like the world slowed around you. There were maybe twelve - no… thirteen strangers there that mixed with your group’s five. Seventeen people in the confines of one empty room.

You didn't know how it was possible. Other than the Beach, people didn’t tend to crowd together. Of course you didn’t doubt the luck in some cases. You’ve seen a lot of people participate in these games before; you've seen plenty of people walk towards different lights. Added up there realistically had to be this many people stuck within the Borderlands.

Another person entered, and you struggled to breathe. Eighteen.

There were eighteen people in one room. There were seventeen sets of eyes staring you down. Studying you. Judging you.

It didn’t matter if that was actually the case, but it felt like their eyes were digging into your skin. The space was suffocating. The walls felt like they were shrinking and spinning and warping and you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around yourself. Your body shook and your blood ran cold. It felt as if a large stone lodged itself in the base of your throat.

Your ears were ringing and your mind felt numb.

There were seventeen other people in one room.

You could hear their voices singing in your head:

‘Have you seen what she’s wearing?’

‘Look at how small she looks right now.’

‘Is she scared? Pathetic.’

‘Ha! Look at her hands. She's trembling.’

‘She-‘

Chishiya’s body gently pressed into you, his upper arm bumping against yours. The motion acted as a means of grounding that caused you to swallow down the terror as you were brought back to reality.

The room was still and none of the people were even remotely looking at you. Most were chatting amongst each other. The rest were looking down. Other than Chishiya’s, there was not a single pair of eyes looking you down.

You tried your best to breathe steadily as you noticed the room was bigger than you previously thought. The walls were no longer a predatory trap. You were safe enough, and you inhaled a shaky breath, almost missing the shuffle of fabric next to you.

What you didn’t miss was Chishiya’s outstretched hand in the corner of your eye, presenting you with one side of his Sony earphones.

Gingerly, you took it from his hand and looked at it before your eyes glanced up at the blonde's face. There was a quirk to his lips, but it wasn't a mocking one - it never was a mocking one. It was a silent invitation of comfort that acted as a substitute to his eyes that didn't dare to look at you.

He had noticed your panic straight away and he cared enough to intervene.

And you let out a breath, putting in the earbud.

The sound of the music was a pleasant distraction and a temporary remedy to your anxieties. It melted away the weight that was heavy on your chest mere moments ago, and it allowed you to breathe steady.

It was a comfort that you loved from him, and it was a comfort that allowed you to stand there beside him, waiting for the registration to close.

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