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satoruly · 6 months

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𝘿𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙎 𝙃𝙄𝙈 𝙐𝙋 .ᐟ.ᐟ

costumes that the jjk men would wear for halloween

includes. toji fushiguro, satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami

tags/warnings. fluff, no curse!au, i like to think gojo's is a college au too, suggestive, mentions of oral in toji's, gojo is called a slut (jokingly), fake blood.

a/n. i love satoru i swear and suguru's is so cheesy idk if i cringe or not idc i think he's lovely. mdni banner by @/cafekitsune

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𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗼𝗻 '𝗴𝗵𝗼𝘀𝘁' 𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘆 ₊˚⊹ 𝘁. 𝗳𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗼

“I look ridiculous.”

“I bet you don’t,” you spoke from where you sat on the bed, legs crisscrossed as you waited for your boyfriend to come out from the bathroom “Just show me”

He had taken longer than you thought to get ready, longer than you had, but in retrospect, you guess you should’ve seen it coming with the amount of belts you had handed to him and no instructions to work with, you guess it was really on you.

“This was a mistake.” He mumbled through pursed lips once he came out, looking off to the side, his slightly overgrown hair obscuring his eyes. Without the vest and belt, it was practically an everyday outfit for him, a navy blue hoodie with a pair of blue cargo pants. The latter did differ from his day-to-day wear but it was okay, he was gonna wear his New Balance sneakers once you were ready to leave so it cancelled out.

“I want to suck your dick so bad right now.”

“I look like a glorified back-pack”

“Where did you learn the word glorified?” You joked, though only half-heartily because you were too busy staring at your boyfriend’s thighs concealed by not only way too tight pants but by very tight garters. You wished he would keep them on the daily. Luckily though, your primitive brain had no completely taken over and so you were able to process his lack of response to your off-handed blow job proposition.

“Im wearing kneepads like a fucking loser.” He raised his knee to emphasize his point, letting his foot rest on the ottoman at the end of the bed and practically throwing the skeleton mask you hadn’t noticed he had been holding on top of the covers.

You stood up, gave him a once look over and walked towards him cupping his face with your palms. One of your thumbs rubbed the skin of his cheek now coated by a very subtle pink, one you’d only be able to notice if you squinted.

“You don’t look like a loser, personally I think you look very very hot,” you assured him, “but if you really don’t like it you don’t have to wear it, we can find something else for Satoru’s party.”

He huffed, unconsciously leaning against the warmth of your palms, eyebrows still twisted into a frown. “It’s not that, just— you’d really suck me off dressed like this?”

You hummed, giving him a light peck on the lips before trailing your hands down his chest, ignoring the plate carrier that bulked him up more than he already was.

“Like now?” You could hear the smirk in his voice, the usual sultriness it carried back where it was meant to be.

“Depends,” you pondered, biting back a smile at the suggestiveness. “How long ‘till we have to leave?”

He cursed at the number of pockets he had to go through before finding his phone stashed on the back of his pants, eagerly examining the time and then showing the lit-up screen to you. “Like 30 minutes.”

“Then sure,” you looked up at him, not breaking eye contact as you undid his utility belt, letting it fall to the floor before slowly working to unzip his pants. “I’ll be quick."

𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 ₊˚⊹ 𝘀. 𝗴𝗼𝗷𝗼

“I was gonna buy the tights but the imprint of my d—”

“Okay! We are changing the subject…” You almost slapped your palm over your boyfriend’s mouth before he could continue. Successfully [stopping] Shoko and Utahime from hearing the not-so-safe-for-work details of your costume shopping trip.

Looking back, it was kind of funny. Satoru wasn’t all that fond of superheroes but one singular video of a hot guy on his fyp was more than enough to convince him he was willing to commit to the transformation. In reality, you’re sure he just wanted to wear the tights. That's why he almost cried when all the ones at the costume shop turned out too small to cover his ankles.

He had tried his best to make it work but to no avail and had settled instead for a black pair of cargo pants, and though they weren’t the classic Nightwing tights he had envisioned, you swore they were so much better.

“It’s nice,” Shoko pointed out, taking a drag of her cigarette, directly juxtaposing her surgeon costume. The scrubs and lab coat she wore were likely taken from the faculty of medicine last minute. “Thought you’d use Halloween as an excuse to dress up sluttier though.”

His offended gasp almost made you burst out laughing, the hand you had used to shut him up still muffling his dramatics.

“Oh, he’s a slut alright.” You joked, now resting your hand on his chest and taking a sip of your drink to hide your smile as your boyfriend decided to run with your joke.

“Yeah exactly,” he chuckled, leaning against your head and smushing his cheek in the process and circling one of his arms around your waist. He couldn’t spend a single moment not touching you, and though you played tough, you couldn’t help but lean against his touch every single time. “It’s the energy.”

And it sure was. Even if his current costume was way more tame than the bunny boy one he had chosen last year, he was still giving ‘slut’.

Although you were quick to shut down his previous comment, you’d be lying if you said the mildly accurate costume didn’t do things to you. For one, props to him for making progress at the gym. The loose material stretched out over his thighs every time he made the slightest flexing motion. Sitting, standing, going up the stairs, no matter what he did was a sight for sore eyes. Then, you had the compression long-sleeved he wore. Though it technically was a “costume” and not a compression shirt, it still hugged his arms and chest so deliciously you swore you could moan.

And of course, how could you forget about his ass.

“And what are you supposed to be?” Utahime asked, looking at your pleated pants, loose light blue shirt with most of the top buttons undone, and a pair of sunglasses.

“A slut.” You shrugged, enjoying their confusion until it finally clicked.

“You’re dressed as him!”

𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗹 𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗻 ₊˚⊹ 𝘀. 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗼

“Nope, we need another one.”

Suguru groaned in dismay, so close to banging his head against the door frame as you rejected yet another costume you had suggested, or more so, insisted he should wear. At this point of the day, he was sure his skin was sore from the constant friction of multiple garments’ fabrics.

“Why? I think this one’s good.”

You tilted your head, looking him up and down before pursing your lips. You won't deny he looked good. He always looked good. But, “We’re going to a costume party.”

“So? This is a costume.”

“Yeah but…” You trailed off, wondering if he’d take personal offense for the comment you were about to make regarding his fashion sense. “It kinda just looks like you.”

Now it was time for him to tilt his head in confusion, squinting at you as if to prompt you to elaborate and you sighed before continuing, “Besides the boots, actually, no, you do use those, it's pretty much a normal outfit for you.”

He looked down at himself, eyes meticulously scanning every inch of his body to then look up at you. “I’ve never worn a poet shirt before.”

“But the vibe,” you pointed at him up and down with your hand, “is there.”

“What vibe? Suguru Geto from the 19th century?”

“Ish? Yeah.” You agreed, standing in front of him to fix the collar of his shirt. “You look like you belong in a romanticism painting minus the high-waisted pants, which fyi make your ass look great.”

He chuckled, turning around to stand in front of the full-body mirror next to your vanity to check himself out, subtly taking a peak at his ass. It did look really good in those pants.

“Let me try the necklace and you can decide.” He grabbed the thin chain and gave it to you for help. Holding his hair up, he couldn’t yet again chuckle at the reflection as you tried to stand up on your tip toes to hook the clasp around his neck.

It added some depth, he thought. The white shirt and black pants combo was something he would wear. The added jewellery made it look a little less like him, but the matching earrings were still missing.

“—and I know what you’re thinking, so I got these.”

You stretched your palm in front of him, a pair of new gauges resting on it. Unlike his, they weren’t black, more so a pale golden color.

“They match the color of the necklace and if you want to wear the earrings you can loop them through there.” You pointed out, and upon closer inspection, once he held them in his hands, he could see there was a little hole at the bottom of them. “But you can also not wear them if you don’t wanna, thought it'd be a nice detail.”

“I thought you weren’t sure about the costume,” he kissed the top of your head, mumbling ‘thank you’, and carefully slipped off the ones he was wearing. The way you beamed as he started doing so didn’t you escape him, and it made him all the more eager to try them on even if they felt cold against his skin and were out of his comfort zone. He had never really been a fan of gold on himself.

“Eh, I might’ve been more committed than I let on.” You hugged his waist, looking at him through the mirror as he grabbed Howl’s dangly earrings. He looked pretty. “What do you think? Looks good?”

He hummed, shaking his head slightly and chuckling at the earrings swishing against his skin. He wasn’t used to wearing those, it felt funny. “It’s still missing something though.”

“What’s missing?” You asked as he moved fully in front of you. He pressed his thumb in the middle of your furrowed brows before kissing your forehead and then giving you a quick pick on the lips.

“The matching promise rings.”

𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗻 ₊˚⊹ 𝗸. 𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗶

“You’ve always wanted to murder your coworkers, now you can pretend you have!”

“I’m never wearing this outfit again.”

“See! You can even make the references, it’s perfect.”

But you had to give it to him, it would be much more of a costume if he wasn’t wearing a suit that closely resembled what he used to wear for work. A fitted black suit, a crisp, freshly ironed shirt and a red tie, everything covered up by a transparent raincoat. And to be fair, the plastic did make a funny noise whenever he walked.

The only missing piece of the costume was the blood, which led you to where you were, standing over old newspapers in case you stained the kitchen floor.

“You’re enjoying this way too much.” He shook his head as you walked around him with a bottle of fake blood, excitedly pouring the runny liquid into strategic places for it to look organic like he had actually killed someone. He wasn’t a Halloween nor a dress-up fanatic per se, but the promise of a good costume party had set you off into a never-ending search for the perfect costume until you had finally settled on one. The perfect one.

You nodded at his words, carefully creating a couple of splotches with a paintbrush before you could finally admire your masterpiece. “Now the only thing we are missing is your face?”

“Pardon?”

“We gotta put some blood on your face.” You said sitting up on the counter, careful not to knock down the FX makeup kit you had gotten. Making space between your legs, you pulled him from his belt loops towards you, and automatically, his hands positioned themselves right on top of your hips. Without you needing to tell him, he leaned closer to you, lowering his height just enough for you to reach his face properly.

“That was not part of our deal.” Yet, he stayed as still as possible as you used a smaller dropper to carefully apply the liquid to his temple close to his hairline.

“Close your eyes.” He did as you said, and you proceeded to imitate the splotches without staining his whole face, just his forehead and cheeks. Some of it dripped down his eyebrow and towards his eye, but you caught it fast enough for it to not stain his lashes. Hopefully, that’d be the only ‘liability’ you’d experience for the night, you really didn’t want his shirt to stain. “And we are done!”

You grabbed your phone and turned on your front camera for him to look at himself.

“What do you think?”

He stared at his reflection for a couple of seconds trying to figure out if he liked it or not. While he did so, he couldn’t help but subtly flicker from you back to him a couple of times, looking at your eyes creasing in excitement. The warm smile on your lips was contagious, the way you scrunched your nose when he kissed your forehead as if scared he’d get ‘blood’ on you too cute, and so he couldn’t help the gentler one that appeared on his.

“I like it a lot.”

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chrisevansonly · 8 months

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𝐄𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜

✯social media au

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l0velylecter · 1 year

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HI IM LITERALLY OBSESSED WITH YOUR WRITING <333

Anyways- could I possibly request headcannons of how ghost, soap, alejandro and köng would react to someone like a random dude getting aggressive (physically or verbally is your choice) with their partner bc I love my protective boys ☆☆

Love you and your writing remember to stay healthy and take care of yourself!!! <333

— the cod : mw men + being protective ! characters : simon ‘ghost’ riley, john ‘soap’ mactavish, alejandro vargas, könig fandom : call of duty modern warfare ii tags : gn!reader, headcanons, drabble rating : t for teen and up audiences , minor descriptions of violence, sfw!

01| You heard it from the distance, the sharp noise of the wooden stool dragging against the floor. You could feel the heat of Ghost's body behind you as he glowered at the man behind the counter. The bartender immediately shrunk back, the insult dying in the back of his throat while he scurried. He didn't need to ask you what happened: you could feel his eyes on you the whole time — watching, staring, keeping an eye out for you. You smile into your drink. So he does care. Even after you've moved to a different bar, Simon still followed you everywhere. At some point into the night, Simon leaned forward to drape himself somewhat awkwardly behind you, his frame caging yours ( he could easily rest his chin atop your head in this position, but you know he'd rather choke ). You closed the gap between your arms in a quiet act of gratitude, pinky lightly tapping his thumb. Simon didn't pull away, lifting his head to continue brooding ( and scaring everyone away.) 02| When he saw you shoved against the table by one of the recruits, Soap had run, practically sprinted over tables to insert himself between you and the aggressor. You know Soap doesn't care much about the rules, in the sense that he prefers making his own judgment of what's right to do at the moment, and now he's proving himself right by swinging his right fist against the poor soldier's jaw. With one swing, he immediately fell onto the ground with a loud thud. You placed a hand across your mouth, jaw hanging at the unexpected blow. He turned to ask if you were okay before being pulled into a brawl. In the end, he was sent on cleaning duty for half a year, sporting a small scratch against his lip. It was worth it, he told you, grinning at the fact that he won. You kissed him 'thank you' on the cheek, patting his chest before leaving him to mop the floor. ( careful on the way out bonnie, it's slippery!) 03| Everyone was staring at the man berating you, a few curses slipping past his lips as he pointed a finger toward you. It was one of those rare moments at work where a customer gets out of hand, and when no one in the line behind him did anything, you were ready to leave — barely able to tolerate the abuse when out of the blue, a voice called out from the entrance. Alejandro stood there with his jaw clenched, eyes flared, and fists curled, clenching the bouquet in his grip. in the face of the leader of the Los Vaqueros, the man wavered and started profusely apologizing, practically shaking in fear at the mere sight of the city's hero. Alejandro ordered the man to leave, voice stern and laced with anger. Once he left, everyone in the store thanked him, and he was automatically by your side with a hug. Are you hurt? He asked, kissing your forehead and patting your head comfortingly. Alejandro told you he'd make sure to pick you up from work whenever he can now, his anger forgotten as he's thankful he was there to intervene (even if he knows you can take care of yourself.) 04| You always appreciated König's presence. Even if you've never said it out loud, having him on the team gives you a sense of comfort. With his size and strength, you feel assured — safe even. Yet you never really see him lose his composure. Sure, he gets a little too excited during missions here and then, and the rush of adrenaline sometimes makes him more jittery. But you've never seen König as dangerous. Until the enemy had you under their knife. In a blur, König had slammed himself against the attacker and away from you. As if the enemy weighed nothing, König had lifted him in the air and slammed his body against the knee. The sharp and brutal crack was enough to make you look away. Alles gut, Maus? You nodded silently, heart racing in a strange mixture of admiration and fear. He gave you a hand up, trailing behind you until the mission was over. And even then, you began to notice that he was always within arm's reach: your very own shadow, watching you from underneath the hood.

a/n : thank you for this request anon ! i had fun doing it <3 thank you for the sweet reminder to take care of myself, i really needed that 🥺 and this little request is definitely a form of self care hehe so thank you again, i hope you enjoy it ! smoochesx additional hc : → i always envision ghost as more of a silent angry kind of guy. he won't get violent unless it's extremely necessary, i mean he is probably careful enough to not cause a scene in public and draw attention to himself and his team. but he is very, very protective, just in his own way because he probably doesn't know how to outwardly show affection. → poor alejandro probably just wanted to surprise you at work with flowers but had to deal with some asshole picking on his partner → soap whistles when he mops the floor ( yes, like spongebob ) + in case you're interested in visual help, the part where he comes running to your rescue with a punch is a reference to this iconic kdrama scene ! → könig is the type of guy to tell people he flirts with his crush and said flirting is just staring at them for more than 3 seconds. but i'm sure he's more than just a 'shy, introverted, wallflower' ( let's not lie here i'm sure big boy has a lot to say and show when his crush is being disrespected ! )

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mimimui · 8 months

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putting your makeup on them

includes: alhaitham, kaveh, scaramouche, diluc, kaeya, xiao

tags: gn!reader, established relationship. fluff, sitting on kaeya's lap bc why not, not proofread (IM SORRY sue me)

a/n: i couldn't get it out of my head so i had to write it (°ー°〃) originally it was only supposed to be eyeliner . . . ! but i knew i had to get creative w this one :d .. enjoy !

alhaitham wasn't opposed to the idea of letting you apply mascara on him. he sat still as you worked carefully on him, focusing especially on his bottom lashes. he already has somewhat long eyelashes, but you had the urge to swipe your mascara brush onto them.

"what are you doing?" he asks you, slightly flinching at the cool air you blew onto his face. "so it dries quicker," you say, now fanning his eyes with your hand. he chuckles lightly at your actions, trying to hide his amusement.

he hums in response, still sitting as motionless as he could as you finish up on the mascara. safe to say he was satisfied when he returned to his original task without complaints—you even see him touch his eyelashes curiously from time to time.

it was always difficult to find a good foundation in your shade, but you somehow found a great one that's the perfect shade for kaveh. interested, you bought the foundation and quickly suggested testing it on kaveh, "to see if it's a good match," you tell him.

indeed, it was a great shade; he had quite fair skin, and it looked as if the foundation had blended in perfectly when applied to him. he prides himself on his smooth skin and is proud that you're having no problems with the foundation.

kaveh notes the lightness of your touch; your hands are careful not to press too hard on his face. the makeup sponge won't hurt him in any way, but you treat him as if he's the most fragile. when you finish, he takes the sponge from you and excitedly says, "my turn!"

he was reluctant at first, but with your insistence and him not being able to say no to you, scaramouche agreed to let you do his eyeliner. he sat still as his eyes looked down, which made it easier for you to apply it.

he trusted you completely, and even if you messed up, he wouldn't really care about it. "make sure it's even," he says in a serious tone, which makes you nervous. he's quick to assure you that it was just a joke, and that eyeliner isn't always going to be perfect.

"you should let me do this for you everyday." you're satisfied with the result, thinking the eyeliner looks good enough. "you take too long," scaramouche says, pinching your cheek as he gets ready to leave. not before earning a punch from you, of course.

you were staring at his lips for too long now, he thinks. diluc hesitantly waves his hand in front of your face, which fortunately grabs your attention. "anything on your mind?" he asks you quietly, which turns your attention back to his lips.

you stand up without saying a word, leaving your dear diluc all confused. when you come back with multiple different lipsticks in hand, it clicks in his head what you want to do. he properly faces you, nodding his head without you asking anything yet.

you happily try all the shades on him, laughing when one doesn't match and messily wiping it off with your thumb. "you should get a tissue," diluc suggests, but you shake your head. there was one lipstick that looked especially good on him, so you couldn't help but give him a quick kiss.

you have the luxury of seeing kaeya without his eyepatch. sure, he wears it during the day, but when he's just with you in the night, he has no problem taking it off. because of this privilege, you take the chance to ingest his handsomeness.

you take note of his eyelashes, how long they are, and how easy it would be to apply mascara to them. with his permission, you sit on his lap as you apply your mascara on him. it feels wrong to touch his eyelashes like this, but they were just so pretty.

when you finish and fan his eyes with your hands, he bats his eyelashes for you. but he does it so aggressively that you don't think it can be considered that anymore. "kaeya, wait! it's not dry yet!" you laugh, fanning him faster.

xiao thinks there isn't enough time in the day that he gets to spend with you, so spends time with you any way he can. when you offer to do his eyeliner for him for the night, he agrees, handing you the pencil and letting you apply it.

"stop blinking for a second, xiao. i'm going to ruin this," you say, holding his chin up as you try to control your shaky hand. you really didn't feel like starting over when you messed up, so you made sure to do the best you could.

…there was an attempt, for sure. it wasn't obvious, but the longer you stared, the more uneven the eyeliner seemed. as you tell xiao you're done with his makeup, he whispers a quick "thanks". he's aware it's uneven, but he doesn't mind.

thanks for reading (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

#genshin x reader #alhaitham x reader #kaveh x reader #scaramouche x reader #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #xiao x reader

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skelnexswriting · 1 year

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I’ve got you

➪ | Pairing: | Ghost x reader

➪ | Warnings: | Fluff, reader comforting simon, small mention of death + blood, shorter story.

➪ | Summary: | Simon struggled from nightmares all the time. Its not unusual for you to be woken up by his thrashing But you know just how to help him.

➪ | A/n: | Hope you enjoy, pls lmk if you have any ideas!!

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“Soul how copy?”

…

nothing.

Ghost had been trying to contact you for a while now. It was too long for you to not be responding. He could feel himself begin to panic. His hands started to sweat, his mouth now uncomfortably dry.

“Y/n do you copy?!”

But he still didn’t get a response. Ghost rushed toward the building you were assigned to clear. But the thing was..there wasn’t a building anymore..

It was all rumble.

“No no no..” Ghost knew what this meant. There was the lingering possibility that you were gone.

He rushed to what was left of the building, screaming your name. He cried for help, yelling for the others to come help. But no one was responding.

Ghost dug through the rumble searching for anything.

And he found it..

Your bloody dog tags and a trail of blood..

Ghost suddenly couldn’t breath under the balaclava. The material became suffocating. He tore it off, trying to calm his ragged breaths. His heart was pounding loud enough for him to hear it.

He needed to know if you were alive or…dead. So he began his search again. Tossing the rumble behind him, digging through the mess.

Just then he saw your lifeless body.

You were gone..This can’t be real can it?

…

You slowly woke up to the feel of simon thrashing in his sleep. He was having another nightmare. You sat up, turning on the lamp on the nightstand. You decided to go to the kitchen to get him a glass of water for when he wakes.

It was better for him to wake up on his own. Last time you tried to wake up…well lets not relive that moment.

Meanwhile Simon jolted awake. He quickly sat up in your shared bed. Cold sweat coated his body, his breaths were desperate and quick with a heartbeat to match. Simon fanatically looked around the dimly lit room.

His hand desperately trying to grab you but there was no one next to him.

“No..”

Simon shook his head trying to clear the dark thoughts from his head. It was just a dream..

He got up from bed, making his way through the house. After finding seeing room after room empty, panic started to bubble. Finally he reached the kitchen where he saw you pouring a glass of water. No doubt for him.

He silently creep behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist holding you tight.

“You had me worried love.”

You felt bad leaving him to wake up by himself. You didn’t expect him to wake up so quickly.

“Im sorry i wanted to get you a water before you woke up. Here lets go back to the room.”

You both went back, simon not letting go of you though. He needed to make sure you were there, really there and that he wasn’t dreaming again.

You sat him on the bed, bringing the cup to him mouth urging him to drink some. After he was done, he turned, locking eyes with you.

“you wanna talk about it?”

You gently grabbed his hand, running your thumb over his knuckles.

He was quiet, focusing his gaze on your hands.

“I thought I lost you.”

He almost looked like a scared child. His eyes continued to stare at his lap and he began fidgeting with your fingers.

He finally spoke, “we got split up and then I found you there..lifeless.”

You could see that the nightmare was replying in his mind.

“Hey. It was just a nightmare, we’re safe. I’m safe here with you.”

He only nodded in response, still deep in thought. You took on of his hands and placed it over your heart.

“You feel that”

He nodded.

“Thats real. I’ve got you, we’re safe. Now lets get some rest yeah?”

You moved over to lay down on your side. Once you were there, you stretched out your arms toward simon, prompting him to come lay on your chest.

He slowly lied down, placing his head over your heart and his arms securely around you. The sound of your heart beat was almost like a lullaby to him Each beat slowly luring him to sleep. It let him know that were alive, that you were here with him.

Your nails slowly racked through his messy locks, taming them with each stroke. He knew you would be there for him. Help him through every nightmare.

It was safe to say, he was not going to be having another nightmare tonight.

#cod mw2 #modern warfare #mw2 x reader #mw2 x you #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon riley imagine #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #mw ghost

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Oh Em Gee, your request are open 🫣😵‍💫🥵😫 You already know who I'm here who 🐦‍⬛👁👁👁

(Also if you have a taglist add me bbg)

Bran x Reader please!! Preferably fem reader but GN is fine! (I felt so embarrassed writing this req idek)

Anywho, maybe Bran had just married reader (right after returning to winterfell) . She had been with him and Meera on their journey to and from beyond the walls. So they've pretty much grown up with eachother.

Feel free to change whatever you want, but what if readers had a really bad day and all she wanted to do was hold Bran. So they're in bed and she's just holding him to her chest 😫. Cause he knows she needs the comfort more than her 🫣.

And she's worried for the future, so Bran is just telling her some moments that they will experience. Like together they visit a warmer kingdom for political reasons, but that they are both happy and safe.

IM SO SORRY IF THIS WAS WEIRD JUST IGNORE IF YOU DONT WANNA WRITE IT! Just do whatever you want to it, I'm good with anything fluff, smut, angst you name it. I just want a happy ending 🫣❤️❤️😘😘 TYSM

we shall have to wait and see

navigation | warnings : fem!reader, slightly suggestive, talks of children, pet names, reader might seem a bit childish ngl, reader is wearing a dress, a little dig at brans nose but i promise i fucking love his nose it’s so hot, um anyways- | a/n : if this ain’t what you wanted, i apologise BUT BRAN FLUFF IS LIFE | bran stark playlist | tags : @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom @knight-of-flowerss

Sometimes you hated being the Queen, but you loved Bran, and Bran was the King, so you did your duty as his queen.

It got lonely in the castle sometimes, so you liked to walk through the rebuilt gardens.

Of course, you attended meetings of the utmost importance, but sometimes you just didn't feel like it.

Since the war with the white walkers, you had constantly been paranoid of the future. Always worrying about every little thing.

As you entered your chambers, you took some of the uncomfortable jewelry you were wearing off, slipped off your shoes, and clambered into the silk sheets on your bed.

Podrick entered the room with Bran, wheeling him towards the bed then bowing his head in your direction.

"Your grace."

Once the door was shut, Bran lifted himself onto the bed, then positioned himself so he was laying down.

You swung your leg over him, positioning yourself on top.

"Eager are we?" Bran smirked as he placed his hands on your hips.

Your hand was cupping his cheek as you gently stroked it with your thumb, instantly he knew something was wrong.

"What's the matter sweetheart?" He grabbed your other hand, the one on his cheek still stroking the soft flesh.

"Do I worry too much?" Your glossy eyes travelled to his.

Bran wasn't going to deny it, you did worry too much, but you had a right to.

"Maybe a little too much, but so what?" His hand travelled under the skirt of your dress and he softly caressed the flesh of your thigh.

"I think the council finds it annoying." You paused for a moment, Bran tilted his head. "Can you tell me about our future?"

Bran already knew the majority of your future together, he may or may not have had a little peak.

"Well," He brought your head down to his chest, gently kneading your hair. "Together we shall visit Dorne, for political reasons of course, but we will meet lots of nice people, and they will welcome us warmly." Bran felt you smile against him, making him smile too.

"I've always wanted to go to Dorne." You gently whispered, toying with one of the sleeves of his shirt.

"Maybe we shall have children, I'm not sure of that one yet..."

"Children? Would they have your hair?" You peered up at him delightfully.

"Maybe." He whispered wistfully.

"And your eyes? Maybe they should have my nose though."

"Maybe my dear, we shall have to wait and see."

#game of thrones smut #game of thrones imagine #game of thrones #game of thrones fanfiction #game of thrones x reader #bran stark x reader #bran stark imagine #bran stark #isaac hempstead wright #isaac hempstead wright x reader #fanfic

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pedroshotwifey · 6 months

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Favorite Bounty Chapter 3

Series masterlist

Pairing: Din Djarin x afab reader

Chapter W/C: 9k

Chapter tags/warnings: SMUT!! (Ik, finally), vaginal fingering, blowjobs, oral sex, female masturbation, lil bit of angst, no use of y/n, reader being a horny cuss, getting caught, canon-typical violence, I'm probably forgetting stuff but let's just say im not, PLEASE READ AUTHOR'S NOTE UNDER THE CUT

Chapter summary: You and Mando get to know each other a bit more...intimately. Despite your frustrations, you learn that you really can't resist the man.

A/N: Hey, I'm going to go ahead and put it out there that these first few chapters will not be the best. Favorite Bounty was the first thing I ever wrote, so please keep that in mind. I have gone through and edited the small things so there is a bit of improvement from when it was originally posted to ao3. After chapter 4 is out, every chapter after that will be brand new and will have better grammar/writing. Thanks for reading! :)

***

You wake up stiff as a rock.

When you open your eyes, you don't recognize your surroundings through the grogginess of sleep. You only panic for a second though, before you remember where you are.

Memories of last night begin to flood your head and you feel a blush creeping onto your cheeks as you remember why you probably feel so stiff. You had slept on top of Mando the entire night.

You have to stop the gasp that threatens to escape when your eyes come into focus and you realize that you are still in the same spot as you had fallen asleep in. You feel the cool metal of Mando’s breastplate biting into your cheek.

You are laying sprawled out on top of the Mandalorian. Your hands are resting flat on his chest on either side of your head and your legs are almost straddling his torso under the blanket.

You feel one of his hands resting gently on your back, his thumb absentmindedly stroking circles over your shirt. His other arm lays beneath his head, acting as a makeshift pillow.

Your mind is screaming at you to jump up and get yourself away from the Mandalorian, but your body isn’t listening. You feel your muscles loosen as your eyes slowly flutter shut. Part of you wants to just pretend that you’re still asleep. Maybe if he thinks that you aren't aware of his subtle affection, he will hold and soothe you longer.

You have a suspicion that he wouldn't want you to be aware of the gentle intimacy of the entire situation. He might have been okay with it last night, but for some reason, you know he wouldn't want to have so many emotions on display for you.

To be honest, you think that Mando may be a little touch starved. The thought almost makes you giggle, and you have to catch yourself so as not to disturb your current position

You try to focus on the lazy circles Mando’s thumb is continuing to make to distract yourself from smiling. You can't seem to remember the last time you felt this safe and content. Kriff–maybe you were touch starved too.

It's surprisingly comfortable to lay on the heap of beskar, but you figure that feeling may come from the fact that it is Mando that you are on top of. It literally feels like one of your fantasies has come to life, and there is no way you are going to end it sooner than you need to. You would lay here forever if you had the option.

You have no idea if he is still asleep or not, though if you had to guess it would be the latter. You figure you should savor the comforting feeling before he inevitably separates from you and resorts back to his old cranky self. Letting out a small sigh, you nuzzle your head onto his chest and allow yourself to let go of any worries for the time being.

Without opening your eyes, your brows furrow when you feel Mandos' thumb abruptly stop the soft motions on your back.

“Cyar’ika?”

If the sudden sound of the Mandalorian’s voice just barely crackling through the modulator hadn’t sounded so soothing, the intrusion would have made you jump. You worried that if you opened your eyes again, Mando would be gone and you would be laying alone in your cot, waking up from a dream.

You wouldn't be able to stand it if all of this was just a figment of your imagination, so just in case, you kept your eyes tightly shut as you responded.

“Mhm?”

It wasn’t much of a response, but it was a response nonetheless. You shift your hands to fold under your chin so you can prop yourself up and off of the cold feel of beskar. When Mando stays silent, you risk slowly opening your eyes to peer up at him.

You sigh with contentment when you meet his gaze. You can't help but flash him a small smile as you make what you hope is eye contact. Seeing your admiration, Mando lifts his hand up from your back to rest it softly on your head, cradling you closer to him.

You let your eyes droop slightly as he begins to stroke your hair. The intimacy of the whole situation is overwhelming enough to bring you to tears, but you hold them back and savor the moment instead. It's nice to know that he apparently doesn't mind you seeing his affections.

“Sleep well?” he asks you. You shiver at the sound of his voice. It's the same baritone as usual, but laced with traces of sleep. He sounds as at ease as you feel, and you love that he knows he can let his guard down around you.

As you open your mouth to respond, you feel the ship lurch. Before you even realize what is going on, Mando has lifted you up by your arms and plopped you back down in the mess of blankets beneath you.

As you try to reorient yourself, the ship moves again, almost as if something was pushing hard on the side of it. You look up to Mando, eyes wide with alarm and confusion. He is already running towards the ladder of the cockpit, presumably to check what's going on outside.

You are standing by the time he jumps back down into the hull.

“Damn pirates,” he answers your question before you have a chance to voice it. “Grab the kid and get into my bunk,” he instructs you. “The heat killed the rest of our fuel. We’re stuck on the surface until we get more.”

You gape at him as he struts to the gun locker and pulls out two blasters and a rifle. You can see the unmistakable tension in his stride as he rushes past where you are still glued to the floor.

He starts to reach for the button so he can lower the ramp before he notices that you still haven’t moved. “Grab the kid and get in the damn bunk!” he barks at you.

The command sends you into motion and you fly to the back of the hull to retrieve the child from his closed hover pram. He was still sleeping and he startled when you snatched him up - you winced and made a mental note to apologize later.

You make record time crossing back to hit a button with your open palm and clamber into Mando’s bunk. As you start to turn around so you could close the bunk door, you see the ramp of the ship slam down, letting a rush of cold wind blow inside.

The pirates had blasted it open and caught Mando off guard. As he realized what happened, he swiveled around to face your direction before pulling the trigger on his blaster. You felt your mouth go dry at the image of the Mandalorian pointing a blaster your way, you are still too blissed out from this morning to understand exactly what he was doing. Your eyes screwed shut involuntarily as he pulled the trigger.

When you opened them, you were in the dark. You quickly realized that he had shot the control panel to the bunk door, ensuring your safety if the pirates tried to open it.

Honestly, he hadn’t even realized what he was doing until he had pulled the trigger. Mando knew that in reality, it probably wasn’t the best course of action, but what's done is done, no sense in overthinking it now.

The pirates wouldn't be able to reach you and the kid if they discovered that you had been on the ship with him, and that's all that matters to him at the moment. With a quick shake of his head, he turns back to the now-open ramp and raises his blaster.

***

The sounds coming from the other side of the bunk door are muffled, but you can still hear the absurd amount of blaster fire ripping through the air. You stifle a gasp and hold on tight to the kid.

Everything had happened too quickly for you to process it, one second you were laying in ecstasy on Mando’s chest, and the next you were stuffed into a dark room with only the kid to keep you company.

You know that you need to remain calm in order to think straight, but there was nothing you could do about the panic building up inside of you. You didn't get to see how many pirates were huddled outside the ship, but judging by the number of shots you can hear now, it must be a lot.

The kid shifts in your lap and you look down at him. You flinch as you hear a shot ring out close to the bunk and he jumps at your reaction.

The reality of your situation is really starting to sink in, and you are now focusing on trying not to have a full blown panic attack in front of the kid. You never were the best at keeping your composure in scary situations, but you know you can tough through it for the sake of the little womp rat nestled in your lap.

“Shh it’s going to be okay honey,” you tell the child as you gulp down your anxiety and squeeze him tighter to your chest. “Your daddy is going to handle it and we’re all going to be okay.”

You wish you could convince yourself of the words that come out of your own mouth. You try to stop the tears that threaten to fall as you move your hands to cover the kids ears. You know you can’t do anything else but wait right now.

****

Din has two of the pirates down before they even realize what hit them. As he jumps down onto the surface, he scans the remaining pirates scrambling around. He counts six, maybe seven, before he lands.

It will be a challenge, but Mando knows that he is perfectly capable of taking the squad down in a reasonable amount of time. He makes sure to position himself in front of the opening of the Crest so that none of the gang members can slip past him and possibly discover what he has hidden on board.

He sends a silent prayer to whoever is listening that the door to his bunk stays in place while he has his pack to it. He knows he would not be able to know if you and the child were revealed until the pirates tried to get past him, and by then it would be a struggle to get all of them down before one was able to get to you.

He grits his teeth at the thought but turns his attention to the criminals beginning to surround him. He raises his arm and shoots the one closest to his left, causing the one on his right to lunge at him.

He has that one down just as quickly as he had the one before him. He can see clearly now that there are only four members left, it shouldn’t take too much longer to have this thing over with.

****

You figure it's only been about five minutes since the door had shut into the black pit of Mando’s quarters. Your heart rate has started to slow a bit and you are able to make out the outline of your hand when you hold it up in front of your face.

There is a little less commotion from outside than before, but it's still enough for you to worry about the numbers Mando may be facing right now. You think back to earlier when you were curled up on top of him.

To be honest, you are still confused about the sudden outburst of affection from the Mandalorian. You just hope it wasn’t pity. As much as it would make sense to think of it that way, the ordeal didn’t seem very one-sided.

The way Mando had held you was warm but possessive, as if he was scared to let you go. The memory sends a shiver through your spine. You wish he was here comforting you now. You close your eyes and imagine being back in his arms with the kid in your lap.

Why hadn’t he said anything before? You know that he had to have seen your slip-ups, and as much as you hated that idea, you also know that it means he would have known how you felt.

Before you can come to a conclusion, you are pulled from your thoughts when light suddenly floods into the bunk. Your eyes snap open as you realize what happened and you make immediate eye contact with an unfamiliar face.

****

A sudden surge of panic shoots through Din’s veins as he swivels around trying to count the remaining gang members. He just downed two more of the four that had been left, but there was only one more crook in sight.

He doesn't have much time to look around because the one still in view is dangerously close now. He let his guard down for too long, letting the thug get the advantage by closing in on Mando from the side.

He sees the pirate lunging for him in his peripheral vision and fumbles with his blaster, startled by the unexpected movement. As he tries to get into position, the pistol slips from his grasp and falls into the snow with a heavy thud.

He knows he doesn’t have time to bend down and pick it up before the pirate would be around his neck, so, trying not to panic, he rethinks his strategy. The Mandalorian curses himself internally for his mistake but quickly makes up for it by spinning on his heels to box the gang member in between his body and the side of his ship with his arms on either side of the crook.

Before the pirate can understand what's happening, Mando brings his head down hard on top of the ugly stranger’s. With a deafening crack, the now unconscious pirate slumps down into the snow next to Mando’s discarded pistol.

Now that the primary threat is disposed of, Din shakes off the ringing in his head and scoops his weapon up. As soon as he is steady on his feet, he hears a scream coming from inside of the ship.

****

As you lay eyes on the pirate, neither of you move.

A million thoughts run through your mind, telling you to run or push the pirate away from you, but your body doesn't seem to listen. You open your mouth to yell for Mando and feel your eyes grow wide in hopeless panic when no sound escapes. Only when you feel the kid struggle in your hold do you feel the vibrations climbing up your throat.

The next few moments happen in a blur. Before you can even blink, you see the flash of beskar coming up behind the pirate, who has now begun to move his arm towards you. Trying to come to your senses, you dodge to the side to miss the intruder's hand as he tries to grab your neck. You tuck the kid underneath your bunched up form and close your eyes, bracing yourself for the blows that are sure to come.

As you settle fully into your protective stance, you hear a loud crack from outside the bunk. Your body jolts at the sound, but your mind immediately relaxes at the sound. You know what it means. You know the sound a skull makes as it collides with beskar.

Slowly, you open your eyes and glance outside the bunk. Mando is standing there, unmoving. When you see the unconscious body on the floor in front of him, confirming what you already knew, you loosen your grip on the kid and sit up.

The Mandalorian can see the tears brimming your eyes as he finally moves towards you, wrapping his strong arms around you and the child in your own.

As he pulls you to him, you let out a shuddering breath and release the tears from your eyes. You run your hand over the kid's head, calming him down as much as you can. Though he didn't seem too concerned throughout the whole ordeal.

The three of you stay huddled up together for a moment before Mando pulls back. He turns around and nudges the body at his feet to the side, making room for you to step down from the cot.

He holds a hand out for you to take and eases you onto the floor. You give him an appreciative look as you find your balance. As soon as you are on your feet, Mando snatches his hand back as though he had been burned, like he suddenly remembered that you were capable of such a thing.

Before you can open your mouth to question him, Mando has already bent down and thrown the body over his shoulder. Without another word, he turns around and walks to the open ramp of the ship to dispose of the pirate.

Your brows furrow. What has him in such a hurry? You wonder quietly to yourself. Did you do something wrong? When he comes back, your feet are still rooted to the spot he left you. You open your mouth to say something but decide against it as he continues to seemingly ignore you.

The kid has fallen asleep in your arms, which you find are littered with little blood spots, and after Mando makes it clear that he's not going to say anything, you turn on your heel to take him to his pram.

“I'm going to put the kid down and get in the fresher,” you mumble over your shoulder, breaking the silence. You see him nod out of the corner of your eye and resume your task. You try not to let it bother you, but you feel your stomach drop at his changed demeanor.

Not thirty minutes ago, he had gathered you into his arms, and now he’s treating you like a total stranger. Tears brim your eyes once again as you realize that maybe you had read too much into it.

You try to resonate with yourself as you tuck the kid into the blankets in his pram. Maybe he was just shaken by the whole situation. Kriff, you know you should be a lot more concerned than you are. A few weeks ago, you would have been shaking in your boots.

You’re not sure what changed, but you figure it has something to do with your trust in Mando’s abilities. You know that no harm would ever come to anyone he didn’t want it to, and so far, you have given him no reason to dislike you—you don’t think so at least.

You try to shake the thoughts from your head as you close the child’s hover pram and make your way back to the main hull. You can hear the Mandalorian continuing to dispose of gruesome evidence before you lay eyes on him.

He appears to have cleared an area around his messy bunk, and is now wiping the frame around it down with a wet cloth. You stand in the entrance, debating on whether or not to ask him if he wants help, but you decide against it when he looks up at you.

He holds eye contact just long enough for you to start squirming before he turns his helmet back to the task at hand. Your cheeks blush a furious color and you turn before he can get the chance to see your embarrassment.

His nonchalant treatment hurts. You scold yourself for thinking that way, it's not like anything has changed just because he held you for five seconds. He was vulnerable and probably not thinking last night, it would be unfair of you to assume that anything is supposed to be different now.

You brush your unshed tears away as you close the door to the fresher. Maybe you’ll feel better after a soothing shower. You turn the knob on the fresher all the way up and begin to strip out of your clothes. Once you’re done, you stick a hand into the stream to feel the temperature, stepping in once you are satisfied with the warmth.

The relief is instant as the water hits your back. You sigh as you feel yourself melt into the stream. You stare at the water swirling down the drain and try to focus your mind on anything but Mando.

He seems to be controlling every aspect of your life at this point, not just your actions and emotions, but your thoughts as well. Come to think of it, you can't seem to recall the last thing you thought of or did that didn't have something to do with the man.

You bring your hand up to let it run over your face, ignoring the water dripping off as you reach your chin. You are just now seeming to realize how exhausted you are. You open your eyes wide, trying to fight off the sleep threatening to take over them.

To be honest, you’re not sure if the sudden change stems from the loss of adrenaline, the fact that you are still trying to wake up in the first place, or because of the constant facade you have managed to put on since joining Mando on the Crest.

Whatever it is though, you just want to give in and fall asleep where you stand. If you’re asleep, you won’t have to put so much effort into walking on eggshells around Mando, and you won’t have to dwell on things that apparently don’t even matter.

You decide that sleep sounds like the best plan you can make right now. After you finish washing up, you are going straight to your cot.

You hear a heavy knock on the door as you reach for the shampoo and you have to try not to slip after the sound makes you jump. You must have been too tired to hear the tell-tale thump of Mando’s boots as he approached the door.

You huff out a breath, trying to stop the irrational anger that threatens to take over from the scare. As you reach a hand out again, this time to steady yourself against the wall, he knocks again. Impatient bastard.

“What is it Mando?” you ask in a tone a bit harsher than intended. You feel a blush rise to your cheeks at how childish you probably seem to him right now. Clinging all over him and then getting mad because he isn’t paying you the attention you thought he would.

You hear him sigh behind the door before answering. “There’s a town not too far from here,” he cuts right to the chase. “I’m going to go and try to find some means of fuel.” His tone is still nonchalant, but you do better with brushing it off this time, your anger making it easier.

“Okay,” you tell him, doing your best to sound just as uninterested as he did. He says nothing else, but you can hear him shuffling around outside the door almost as if he were hesitating. You roll your eyes, wishing he would go ahead and leave already.

“Okay, I-...” he trails off mid-sentence with a frustrated sigh. What else does he want? You begin to scrub shampoo into your hair as you wait for him to finish whatever it is he wants to say. You almost forget he is still standing there by the time he talks again.

“I’ll be back soon,” he says. You can hear him walking off before you even get the chance to banter back. You give your head a shake and scrunch your face up. What the fuck?

Whatever. As you step out of the fresher, towel in hand, you decide you’re not going to deal with his bantha-shit right now. If he wants to have an attitude, so let him.

After you peek your head out the door to make sure Mando already left, you secure the towel around your body and pad over to your “quarters”. Despite the intrusion this morning, it’s still pretty warm in the crest so you pick out a satin sleep tank top and a matching pair of shorts. After pulling them on and checking to make sure the kid is still sound asleep in his pram, you lay down on your blankets.

You realize relatively quickly that your master plan isn’t going to work. As much as you try to push every thought from your head, you find yourself staring at the ceiling with some taunting memory or thought playing on repeat.

You huff in annoyance as you lift yourself from your cot, suddenly wide awake. How convenient. You walk around in the hull, looking for something to distract yourself for the time being. When you turn around to make a third circle, your gaze lands on the unfinished cloak you were making for the kid.

You sit back down and immediately get to work with the needle. You are already about halfway done so it shouldn’t take long, but you’ll take the welcomed distraction nonetheless.

****

You end up finishing the project much quicker than you had anticipated. After hemming the edges–and stabbing yourself with the needle about ten times–you are able to call it done. It's not perfect, but you are proud of the results. You want to have the kid try it on right away so you can make any adjustments necessary but find him still softly snoring in his blankets. Great.

You roll your eyes. There really is nothing to do on this maker-damned ship right now. It’s just been cleaned, you’ve already showered, and you had a snack while you worked on the child’s cloak.

You curse yourself for being so awake as you rack your brain, trying to think of something–anything–to do. As per usual, you come up with nothing. Well… almost nothing…

You sit down on your blankets and shiver as you let your hand wander to your chest. You inhale sharply as the pad of your finger grazes over your stiffening nipple. You know it's not a good idea, but just the idea of getting yourself off in Mando’s ship is enough to feel the arousal taking root deep inside of you.

You feel your eyes flutter shut as you bring your other hand up to cup your neglected breast. You decide you’ll just be quick, you are way too pent up not to continue at this point. You can feel the frustration embedded deep in every pore of your body. Every muscle tense and every hair standing on end from the pure agitation flowing through your veins.

You let a hand travel south as you make the realization that you need this. Mando shouldn’t be back for another hour or so, you have plenty of time to do what you need to do before he gets back. It’ll be fine.

Eyes still shut, you snake a hand down the front of your shorts to swipe a finger over the thin cotton fabric of your panties, feeling the wetness that's collected there.

“Oh, fuck,” you shudder at the contact you’ve been missing for so long. You bring your hand back up and push your shorts all the way down your legs, discarding them with a light kick when they reach your ankles.

With that out of the way, you get your hands back to work, bringing them back to their earlier positions. You tweak your nipple as you let your hand roam into your panties, circling a finger around your clit just light enough to be a tease.

As you begin to apply more pressure, an image of the Mandalorian forces itself into your mind. The memory of him sitting in the pilot’s seat in the cockpit, legs spread wide open, presenting a large bulge in his pants.

You hiss as you let a finger dip into your wetness before dragging it back up to your clit. You can’t help but imagine that it's really Mando sitting in front of you, rubbing your sensitive bud and bringing you pleasure. You wonder if he would be quiet as usual, or if he would be vocal, finally able to express his thoughts and feelings after being so quiet underneath his helm.

Maybe he would praise you as he worked you through your orgasm, telling you you’re a good girl, letting you know how good you feel as he works a finger into you. You whimper at the thought and start making faster, tighter circles on your clit.

“F-Fuck, Mando!” you shock yourself as you call out his name, but you find yourself too close to the edge to care right now. You’re almost there, you can feel the coil in your belly getting ready to snap. One more pinch on your nipple or flick of your finger and you’ll be tumbling over.

Your movements are sloppy as you focus on your end goal, one last touch and-

“Having fun?”

Fuck. Your movements stop abruptly as you hear the familiar modulated voice sounding from above you, but not before you feel yourself tip over the edge. Your entire body shakes and you keep your eyes locked shut out of embarrassment.

“Ah, f-fuck!” you practically scream as you continue to convulse involuntarily. You absolutely hate how much it fuels the fire to know you’ve been caught by the same man you were fantasizing about just moments ago.

Even after you come down from your high, you refuse to open your eyes. As flushed as you know your body is right now, you feel an impossible heat flood through you, turning you an even brighter shade of red. As you lay there in shame, you think that you have never been more humiliated in your entire life.

You stay put for what feels like an eternity before you finally find the courage to crack your eyes open. You realize quickly that you can't see much else than the Mandalorian’s intimidating form looming over your quivering form. Nowhere for you to look but at him.

“Well?” his tone is not mocking, but you’re not dumb enough to think that it’s not genuine curiosity that has him repeating himself. Your eyes fill with tears as you attempt to meet his gaze, only to shy away again when you feel the weight of his heavy stare.

You open your mouth to say something but find that the most you can muster is a small squeak. A tear trickles down your cheek and into your hairline as you watch Mando cock his head to the side, a silent tell that he is not going to give up until he gets an answer.

The asshole knows what he's doing, he knows that you want this, that you are embarrassed, that you are aroused because of it, and that you are dying for him to touch you already. Even so, he looks into your eyes for permission, which you grant with a slight nod, as he brings a hand up to rest on your bent knee.

Your eyes flutter shut as he begins to draw slow circles with his thumb over your bare skin, only to jolt back open when he speaks for the again.

“Nuh-uh, sweet thing,” he starts, bringing his other hand up to grab your chin between two fingers. “I asked you a question.”

You gulp as you feel your eyes widen at his boldness. The grip he has on your chin isn’t too tight, but it’s enough to both intimidate you and have you biting down on your bottom lip to stifle a moan. He sees your internal struggle and chuckles darkly, causing you to shudder as he tilts your face up to meet his helmet.

“Answer me cyar’ika,” he tells you and you know by the way he gives your chin a light squeeze that this is the last warning you would be getting before he decided to either lunge for you or stop his actions completely.

“I was,” you mumble, barely coherent to him.

“What was that?” he asks, leaning in so that your nose almost bumps into his helmet. “I didn’t quite hear you.” He brings himself over you even more so that he can slot his head next to yours as if he were going to whisper something into your ear.

The weight of his body is surprisingly comforting and it brings you a newfound sense of comfort. You take a deep breath and turn your head so that your lips are brushing against the side of his own, right where his ear would be.

“I was, Mando,” you say, louder this time. “Until someone had to interrupt me and ruin my fun.”

Mando stills at your accusatory tone and it almost scares you how quickly he jolts back up to a standing position.

“Well,” he retorts, “Maybe someone should have picked some place other than the floor of my ship to indulge in their pleasurable desires. Your face flushes a bright shade of red at his response, and you find yourself curling up to make yourself a little smaller.

Once back completely on his feet, Mando straightens out and tilts his helmet up to gaze down at you. “If you wanted some help, sweet thing,” he says, “you could have just asked.”

Your eyes widen once again at the sight of the imposing man pinning you under his gaze. You want to pinch your arm so you can try to convince yourself that this is even real in the first place. Never in your life would you ever have imagined yourself to be in this situation–dreamed of it, sure–but never actually thought it would come true.

“Are you still offering?”

His head jerks back down at your words and his hands fly to your body quicker than you can blink. One of them flying to your breast and another landing on your stomach. You are back helmet-to-face once again as he begins to trail the hand on your stomach downward towards the band of your now-soaked panties.

You close your eyes in anticipation as his fingers drag lightly across your skin, sending a shiver up your spine. His fingers groping your breast tweak your nipple, making you cry out as you feel the cot dip with the weight of his knee coming up to settle between your legs.

“I suppose I could be persuaded,” he says in a low voice that makes you shudder. “What's in it for me?” You know that he only says the last part for show, but for some reason the sentence sends a fresh wave of arousal through you.

You think that this must be Mando’s idea of roleplay. It fits perfectly for a bounty hunter; he has something to hold against you, you need help that only he can provide you with, he will grant your wishes if he can find a mutual benefit.

He pinches your nipple once again when you remain silent–you seem to be at a loss for words more frequently than usual.

“I-” you start to talk but stop when the embarrassment of what you are about to say catches up. You dart your tongue out to wet your lip before continuing. “I can make you feel good, Mando,” you say, looking right up into his gaze with your best doe-eyes. He curses under his breath when he feels his cock twitch at the sight unfolding beneath him.

He knows he won't be able to keep up this facade he’s put on to try to gain the upper hand. You are his weakness, and he knows that you know it–subconsciously or not. He bites his tongue and pretends to think about your offer before giving his feedback.

“Sounds fair to me.” You can hear the lust thick in his voice, and if that wasn’t enough to make you moan in itself, the finger that suddenly dips farther into your panties to tease your clit certainly did it. Mando has to suppress a groan at the way your body responds to him at the slightest movement.

Upon hearing your mewls and cries, he feels his canvas pants grow unbearably tighter. In this moment, he would give anything just to be able to lay by your side and hear you make those sweet sounds for however long he pleases.

He uses the pad of his pointer finger to start rubbing slow, barely there circles over your clit, smirking under his helmet when he feels you buck up into him in search of more pressure.

“You sure you want this, cyar’ika?” he asks. Even though you are caged beneath him, willingly handing your body over, he still wants to make sure you aren’t going to regret this. Mando often finds that his mind revolves around doubt. Whether it has to do with a bounty, the kid, or you, he always feels like he is going to do the wrong thing.

What if you get your release and then decide that all of this was just a mistake? What if you decide you want to leave the Crest, want to leave him? He is well aware that he doesn’t treat you the way you deserve to be most of the time, so why would you want to stay in the first place?

Mando tells himself that he is distancing himself in order to protect you, but he knows deep inside that he is a selfish man, that he keeps you at arm's length to protect himself. If he has nobody to protect, nobody to care about, he has nothing to lose. He is safe, he is fearless.

He is brought out of his spiraling thoughts when you speak from beneath him, your sweet voice taking hold of his hand and pulling him out of the deep hole he keeps digging himself into.

“Mando,” you start, bringing a hand up to rest on the side of his helmet, as if cupping his cheek. He shudders at the gentle touch and you smile warmly, providing a sight that melts his worries away. “I want this,” you stroke your thumb over the place it's resting as he leans into your touch.

“I want you.”

That's all it takes for Mando to throw away any doubt and let himself give in to the desires you seem to fill him with. Just for once, he figures, fuck it. He’s not stupid, he knows that eventually he would have to give in to you. Part of the reason he treats you the way he does is because you are so goddam frustrating.

Your perfectly molded face, your honey sweet voice, the delicate way you handle the child. The way you care for the both of them, giving all that you have to ensure that they are well fed, well rested, and in tip top condition. It scares him half to death how much he really has come to care for you, but how could he not?

He simply wouldn't be able to bear it if you left. None of his fears matter now though, all that he can think about is finally giving you the treatment, the pleasure, you deserve. Now that he is sure that you feel the same way, it's like a wall has come down, allowing him full access to what’s been hidden behind it for so long.

He shakes his head as if trying to get rid of any thoughts that reside there as he starts to move again. He picks you up and carries you to his bunk, plopping you down on the sheets and causing you to giggle. You sit up with your elbows and look at him looming over you between spread legs, moaning as he shoves his hand back into your panties, letting a finger dip down lower to tease into your soaked cunt.

“Oh, f-fuck, Mando,” you keen under him and he has to try not to melt on the spot. His title has never sounded better. If only he could have the pleasure of hearing his real name fall from your plush lips. His eyes roll to the back of his head just from the thought.

You look up into his visor as he eases a finger into your pussy, pumping it in and out a few times before adding a second. The delicious stretch has you clenching around his fingers, causing him to release a sharp breath through the modulator.

You wonder for a second how many sounds his helm keeps from escaping, keeps from reaching your greedy ears. How often does he scoff at your light teasing, or laugh under his breath at your subtle jokes? You brush the thoughts away quicker than they came, you know you can never really know.

Bringing your focus back to the man above you, you relish in the feeling of his fingers scraping against your walls, of his thumb brushing over your clit. You can feel your orgasm building up faster than you previously thought to be possible.

Your legs are still shaking from the one you had granted yourself, and you feel a little overstimulated, but you find yourself not caring. When Mando crooks his fingers into that sweet spot deep inside you, you can't help the wave of relief that overcomes you.

You cry out as he coaxes you through your second orgasm, continuing his ministrations, but at a slower pace. You look like heaven underneath him, hair falling onto the pillow and clinging to your face where sweat sheens. You look ethereal in your orgasmic haze, and the image alone is enough to make Mando’s cock twitch, making him buck involuntarily as his sensitive tip brushes the seam of his pants.

You whimper as Mando whispers sweet praise into your ear, telling you how good you are for him, how only he can make you feel this good, how lucky he is to touch you in this way. You have never heard him speak this way, and honestly, you have a sneaking suspicion that he is too blissed out to know what he is saying.

As you come down, he removes his hands and starts to back away, unsure of what to do next. Your eyes snap to his retreating form as you sit up, a frown painted on your features at his sudden departure. He stops in his tracks when he sees your confusion. Your expression softens as you realize that he probably doesn’t know where to go from here.

If you had to guess, you would say that Mando probably doesn’t have much experience with this kind of thing, and you would be right. The most he has done is find pleasure through brothels, maybe a few one night stands where he kept his armor on the whole time, always leaving before the sun rise.

You suppress the urge to giggle when you notice the ever-growing tent in his pants, instead extending a hand as you settle at the end of his cot, legs hanging off the edge. It only takes him a second to figure out what you are asking for before taking a step forwards and placing a large hand in your own.

You tug a little and he obeys your request, stepping closer until he stands in between your thighs. He looks down at you but doesn’t say anything and you take that as a sign to keep going. The corners of your lips tug into a smile as you release his hand to trace up his arm, all the way up to his shoulder which you mirror on the other side.

You use his form to pick yourself up and stand in front of the cot, so close that your nose brushes the cool metal of his breastplate. Tilting your head to look up at him, you bring your hands slowly back down to lay flat on the beskar in front of you. Your turn.

Catching him off guard, you push him back slightly and then turn around while keeping your hands on him, making him switch positions. His breath hitches but he still doesn’t move, clearly wanting to see where this is going.

You smirk at him and use one hand to push him again until the back of his knees hit the bunk, forcing him to sit down on the end. His face is almost level with yours in this position, and it brings you a newfound sense of confidence.

You take your hands away from him and turn around, watching his hands try to catch your hips in your peripheral. You step away quickly though, just out of reach as you grab hold of the hem of your shirt to slowly bring it up over your head. Your smile widens at the pained groan that comes from behind you as you let the article fall to the floor by your bare feet, leaving you in just your ruined panties.

Mando visibly stiffens when you turn back around, bottom lip caught between your teeth and hands brought up to fondle your perfect tits. His cock gets painfully harder at the sight and he has to clutch the blankets beneath him in order to keep his hands off his cock. The intimidating look in your eye gives him enough of a hint not to.

He never thought that he would like to submit to anybody in any circumstance, but something about the way you stare down at him makes him reconsider. He seems to always be in charge–he always has to be–the thought of having someone else dominate him seems almost refreshing, though he thinks that he might feel differently if it wasn’t you.

You keep padding over to him until you are close enough to put your hands on his thighs and lower yourself to your knees. A blush threatens to rise to your cheeks as you recall the last time you had been in a position like this, patching up a wound for Mando whilst trying not to jump his bones.

You close your eyes for a beat as you take a deep, calming breath before focusing your gaze back to his helmet. You can't tell if the tremor you feel in your hands as you bring them up to his crotch is from your previous orgasms, nerves, or excitement.

When he feels your fingers start to work at his zipper, he pulls your hands away. You frown up at him, arching a brow to silently ask why he stopped you.

“Cyare,” he starts, watching as you pull your hands back a little and cock your head. “You..” he sighs heavily, trying to find the words to say.

“You don’t have to do that, cyare,” he says, finally. You roll your eyes and push his hands back out of the way, fingers finding his zipper once again.

“I know I don’t have to, Mando,” you say, training your eyes to watch your hands as they work with the clasp of his pants. “But I want to.” You feel him shudder underneath your touch as you unzip him completely and make a loose fist to let your knuckles lightly run across his length. Your eyes widen at how much bigger he looks without the pants in the way, only the thin fabric of his boxers concealing him from your hungry gaze.

“Besides,” you look back up to him, “I am a woman of my word after all.”

You don’t give him any time to respond before you are reaching into his boxers and wrapping a hand around him. He jerks up into your fist and you have to stifle a moan at how thick and warm he feels with your fingers wrapped around him.

Pulling him out completely, you lean forward to taste the pearl of pre-cum that's collected on his tip. He bucks up and groans at the feeling of your tongue grazing his most sensitive part, there’s no way he’s going to last long with your mouth on him. The sounds he makes are absolutely sinful, and you have to bite your lip before moaning yourself.

“F-fuck, pretty girl,” he says when you lick up the bottom of his shaft, trailing the vein that runs there. He hasn’t felt this good in a long time, and he knows it's going to be hard not to come in your mouth the second you take him.

You smirk at his words as you lean back and use your hand to smear your saliva further around his cock, giving small jerks each time you meet the base. When he moans again, you take pity on him and wrap your lips around the head of his cock, closing your eyes as you suck gently.

His hips shift, bringing him further into your mouth, and one of his hands fly up to settle in your hair at the sudden warmth engulfing his dick. You quickly pull off of him, watching a string of spit break and fall onto your chin. You tsk at him when he whines from the loss.

“Nuh-uh, Mando,” you say in a slightly teasing but firm tone, “Keep your hands to your sides for me.” You can tell you are pushing your luck by ordering him around from the way he stiffens, but he obeys none-the-less, fisting the sheets with white knuckles. Maybe you should call him a good boy next time. You have to try not to laugh at the thought.

Satisfied with his compliance, you get back to work, this time taking more of him into the heat of your mouth. You moan around him as you take him deeper, sending vibrations through his spine. As you relax your throat to take more of him down, you begin to wonder if you will be able to. He's bigger than average, sure, but his girth is what makes you nervous.

You bob your head up and down, trying to keeping eye contact with Mando. You can tell he is struggling to keep his composure, and it delights you much more than you would have thought. Finally, you are able to nestle your nose in the dark curls at the base of his cock. You sigh around him and you can feel him twitch in your mouth, a sign that he's getting close.

You use your tongue to swirl around the tip of his cock when you bring your head up, and each time, you feel him shiver above you. It really shouldn’t surprise you how sensitive the Mandalorian is considering he’s always glued to his armor, but for some reason, it does.

He whimpers above you and you know that he's about to spill over the edge. Smirking around him, you bring a hand up to fondle his balls, pushing him to his limit.

“S-shit!” he growls almost incoherently as he spills into your mouth, shooting ropes of cum down your throat. You are more than happy to swallow all that he gives you, but he carries a big load, and you can feel it start to dribble down your chin.

As he stills, you pull your mouth away from his softening cock. You grin as you watch his form shake from the intensity of his orgasm, reveling in pride and the fact that you get to be the one to bring the ‘feirce Mandalorian’ so much pleasure.

He watches you with hooded eyes as you swipe your thumb across your bottom lip to collect the cum that leaked out of your mouth. When you push the digit between your lips, he groans once again.

“Fuck, cyar’ika,” he says, voice laced with both arousal and exhaustion. “That was..” he trails off as he watches you scoot forward on your knees and tuck him back into his pants. He doesn’t finish, he can tell that you know what he means.

You stand up and stretch before placing a hand on his shoulder to push him down so that he is laying flat on the cot. He can see the tired look in your eyes and knows what you are asking for. You watch as he scoots back to the end of the cot, making sure to leave room for you.

You glance at the childs pram across the hull to make sure he is still asleep before you climb in behind Mando, closing the door to the bunk behind you. He opens his arms in invitation and you gladly accept, climbing up to tangle with him, head resting on his chest and leg swung over his torso.

Nothing is said for a few moments as he brushes his fingers through your hair, lulling you slowly to sleep. Eventually, when you feel yourself begin to doze off, he breaks the silence.

“Thank you, sweet thing,” he says quietly, “for everything.”

You smile into his chest and he hugs you tighter to him. You don't have to say anything for him to know that you want to tell him the same. One good thing about Mandos’ whole ‘no speaking’ thing–he knows how to read you.

You just hope he can't read everything. You are trying to ignore your feelings right now, but you feel conflicted. You want to ask him why he seems to get so distant, why he was being so weird earlier today, you want to tell him that if he feels differently about you, to let you go.

But on the other hand, you also want to beg him to hold you forever, to take you with him wherever he goes for the rest of your life, you want to tell him that you belong to him, that you want him to belong to you.

For now though, you can't seem to do either as you succumb to the tiredness that takes over your body. “Youll have to make up your mind,” you reason with yourself as you drift off. You ignore the voice though, perfectly content to stay in the middle ground, wrapped in Mando’s strong arms as you fade from consciousness.

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Thank you for reading!!

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noforkingclue · 4 months

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Could you do an Ainley!Master X reader where he sets a web and trap the reader in please!

Of course anon!

Hope you like the fic :)

Title: Talking

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Your head slumped forward as you hung limply in the air. The Master sighed as he slowly approached you. You were painfully easy to capture and really he had hoped for more of a challenge. The Master reached up and gently cupped your cheek, brushing a thumb over your cheekbone.

You were a puzzle. You had been travelling with the Doctor during his previous incarnation and really, this new Doctor didn’t really deserve you. The Doctor’s TARDIS was becoming far too crowded and with all those children he had to babysit would he really notice that you weren’t there? Besides, the Master needed you. He needed to know why you hadn’t left his mind since he first saw you all bundled up in the Doctor’s stupidly long scarf.

And now he had you all bound up. Hopefully that Doctor wouldn’t notice you were missing for some time. The puzzle he left him would keep him preoccupied for a while. After all, what was more important? Preventing the destruction of a planet or find one human who decided to go missing? The Doctor would probably think that you just went on a walk throughout his ancient TARDIS and got lost. Really, he should keep his humans on a leash.

You shifted slightly in your sleep and the Master quickly removed his hand. While he wanted to interrogate you he found that he actually quite liked watching you like this. There was a peacefulness about you that he knew would immediately disappear as soon as you were awake. While he found your attempts at put downs amusing, he wanted to savour this moment. He wondered if you were always this relaxed around the Doctor. At that thought he couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy towards his rival.

The Doctor didn’t deserve you. The Doctor had so many humans, didn’t he deserve one of his own. Of course the Master knew that he could always persuade you to his side through more… alternative methods but he didn’t want to do that. He wanted to persuade you to join him without having to alter your mind. After all, it was one of his favourite things about you.

You shifted again and the Master couldn’t help but feel excited as your eyes slowly fluttered open. He took a step back and smirked up at you as you slowly woke up. It took you a second to realise that you weren’t in the safety of the Doctor’s TARDIS and when you saw the Master in front of you a familiar glare returned to your features.

“Master,” you spat, “Where am I?”

“Safe. For now.”

“If you’re using me to get to the Doctor it won’t work. He’ll find a way to rescue me.”

“Then why hasn’t he come for you yet? Would you like to know how long you’ve been in my care?”

There was a flicker of uncertainty that cross your face before you quickly masked it again.

“Don’t think I’ll fall for that,” you snapped, “I’m not an idiot.”

“I never said that you were,” the Master reached up nd grabbed your chin and forced you to look into his gaze, “now all I want to do is talk. Won’t you listen to your Master?”

#fanfiction #doctor who #reader insert #request #the master #ainley!master #the master x reader #ainley!master x reader

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louscartridge · 1 year

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hii can you make a how you arisu and met/started daiting and can you possibly add smut to it 🤞🏽

i do not give permission for my fics to be posted claiming to be yours, translated, or posted on another platform without credit.

arisu x gn reader

cw- not rly proof read, swearing, arisu being a little bit of a stalker in a cute way if you squint, karube and reader being close, karube being a teasing shit, eventually established relationship, death, crying, kissing, arisu having a slight panic attack, the heart game arisu played :,(

A/N- unfortunatly, i coppied the intire story after i wrote it so it was like on here twice to if you read something more the once or something lmk so i can fix it lmaooo. also i got a liiiiitle carried away lmfaoo sry. also also theres no smut in this (because i got carried away) however you super duper cool favorite writer is going to make up for it by writing super duper cool smut headcanons n shit for arisu xx. edit- heres the smut

❥ you and arisu had met on a video game tbfh

❥ well no that was a lie

❥ you saw each other at the bar karube worked at, but like quite literally NEVER said jack shit to each other.

❥ you were just aware of each other but never rly thought about each other until you would see each other at the bar

❥ but then, you needed help on a paper for school and arisu was right next to you. you would ask karube, but you knew he wouldnt understand anything you wouldve said, and youve heard from karube that arisu was pretty smart so why not? you asked arisu the for help which he gladly accepted, he was bored anyway. soon enough you got the awnser. (which earned a snort from karube)

❥ then you like MET, MET in a video game

❥ karube and you knew each other fairly well and arisu knew that

❥ so instead of arisu talking to you himself, he seriously asked karube for your instagram

❥ after karube poking fun at arisu for ‘liking you’ he finally got it.

❥ you instagram led to your discord

❥ your discord led to your playstation (please idk if arisu played playstation or xbox.... or neither. kill me.)

❥ he saw you were in a game so he took that as his chance to add you as a friend cause if you were in a game you most likely wouldnt accept or deny it right away

❥ he joined the game you were playing and kinda just like did absolutely nothing

❥ he just watched you play

❥ he ended up being really impressed with how good you were doing tbh

❥ when you were done with the round you were playing you quickly accepted the request from arisu, knowing it was him since karube was laughing his ass off when arisu first texted him about you.

❥ when you went to meet the guys at the mall the next day you immediately went up to arisu seeing as he was right where he said they would be, talking with karube and chota.

❥ when you walked up to them karube whistled

❥ slowly turning to face arisu karube said “woooowww! look at that! someone is talking to you man!”

❥ after another teasing remark towards arisu karube patted both of you on the sholder with a wink before walking away, chota frantically following behind him.

❥ “so..how’d you get my gamer tag hm?” (this is so stupid) you smirked

“i- what? i- i didnt?” he would lie his thumbs safely tucked into the straps of his backpack over his shoulders.

“god your such a bad liar! look at you, not making eye contact at all, squeezing onto the staps of your backpack like im gonna kill you. karube wasent even trying to shut up when you texted him. i mean quite literally, laugh and reading me the text messages.”

“well seeing as you dont have a problem with any of that.. could i maybe- possibly get your line? or- or something”

❥ he was so shy it was adorable

❥ who were you to say no? (not like you wanted to)

❥ and so for a few months, you guys were inseparable.

❥ every time karube was with arisu so were you.

❥ every time you were with karube so was arisu.

❥ yet, you were both still oblivious to your feelings towards each other.

❥ karube was obviously not, still taking ‘sarcastic’ jabs at the two of you.

❥ playing games together, calling, sleeping, going to school, not going to school, pretty much everything was done together.

❥ however, that included the borederlands.

❥ you were with karube, arisu, and chota when everyone but you guys seemingly disappeared.

❥ at first it was fun, just you and your best friends with you and not needing to worry about anything at all.

❥ until it wasent.

❥ now it wasent pretty much everything was done together. it was absolutely everything was done together.

❥ but it still wasent until the hearts game that you guys didnt anything officially romantic together.

❥ you had gotten split up from everyone else during another game, earning you to miss the hearts game.

❥ when you went back to the apartment the five of you were staying in you expected to see everyone. chota, karube, arisu, shibuki. everyone.

❥ instead, you were met with no one.

❥ panic hit you right away thinking the worst of the worst. ‘they couldve just been getting food right?’

❥ quickly whipping towards the door, you didnt know if you were safe or as you heard the door to the apartment open hurriedly.

❥ luckily you were.

❥ “oh my god arisu! where were you? wh- wheres everyone else-”

you were cut off from arisu walking towards you, pulling your face to his. his pull was harsh, though you knew he didnt mean it. the feel of his hands on the side of you cheeks were the opposite though. gentle, caring, loving, but.... they were..slightly shaking? before you pulled away, you felt a tear touch your cheek.

“why are you shaking? please tell me something..” you said to him looking in his eyes, trying to find anything other then the tears and almost numbness.

“theyre gone. y/n everyone is gone. but your not, oh thank god your not.” arisu cries. he puts his hands back on your cheeks but he doesnt kiss you this time. his eye just keeps darting all over you almost as if he was questioning if you were really there. “please- please will you be my partner?” he quickly asks breathing heavily.

“what?”

“loosing the others made me realize how much i actually love you i cant loose you i didnt and if i do i cant have you die not knowing how i feel about you”

“yeah- yeah! yeah ill be your partner” you conform as you drag him over to the couch in the middle of the room. when you guys lay down you end up spooning, him being the little. your arms get rapped in with arisu’s and he tightly grips both of your hands in his, burying his face between his chest and your arms. you press light kisses to his neck and into his hair as he slowly starts to get his breathing down.

you werent going to make him talk about anything. you figured if he wanted to he would. right now the two of you were fine like this. you tried to imagine what arisu went through, what happend, what happend to karube? he was your best friend. if you couldnt thank him for that you wouldve liked to at least thank him for getting you and arisu to where you are now.

you eventually get snapped out of your thoughts as you hear soft, even, quiet breathing. arisu had fallen asleep. in your arms. you sniffed slightly thinking about how karube would be making fun of you guys right now and the amount of sex jokes he would try.

you kiss arisu’s head again whispering a ‘i love you too’ into his hair before drifted off to sleep yourself.

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Roots: Nestor Octeva x Reader

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The sex is different in the aftermath of what happened with the Christopher Howard, but Nestor expects that. It’s soft and playful, there’s more of a focus on stimulation as opposed to penetration. He thought he knew how to pleasure you before, but now he finds new, inventive ways to bring you to climax. He discovers that just the right amount of friction, in just the right place has you saying his name in that captivating little way of yours.

He spends hours after the main event, stroking, caressing and tracing over all those erotic little spots, the ones that draw out your pleasure. He chases the intimacy of it with slow, teasing kisses that leave you drowning in the sensation of being with him. He knows how to make you feel safe after a moment of vulnerability, he understands how much you crave it. He whispers how much he loves you; he calls you mi corizon, my heart, his lips tracing over your skin and stealing away your breath as he loves you the way you deserve to be loved.

There are moments when you ask for more, where you want him to fill you, to make love to you surrounded by the items that make up the space the two of you have created together. His eyes are on yours as his thumb brushes over the outline of your lips because he wants you to see everything that he sees. The beauty of the act, the perfection in being with you. Sometimes you ask him to stop, it’s too much, the memories of before too vivid. It’s in these moments he senses your fragility. He holds you in his arms as if you’re made of glass, kissing away your fears and stealing away the shame you feel, because it’s not your fault but sometimes it’s hard for you to understand that.

In turn the relationship deepens, it transcends what it was before. No one has ever made you feel as loved as Nestor, you’ve never felt so accepted, so treasured. His patience knows no bounds, he supports you in ways you’ve never experienced, and you can feel the pieces of yourself healing in the aftermath of everything you’ve endured.

“We should buy a house together.” You tell him one night as the two of you stand side by side at the kitchen sink. He’s washing the dishes whilst you’re drying them and putting them away. The left side of his mouth turns up and you can see that gorgeous smile creeping across his features as he inclines his head towards you.

“Do you mean it Mi Corizon?” he asks you in that soft quiet way of his. “You’re finally thinking of putting down some roots?”

You’re renowned for being skittish, you’ve spent the past decade living out of a single backpack until you were injured earlier on in the year. You love living with Nestor, your things blending with his, but you want more. You want a home that you can come back to, a place where Tessa and Santi can run around in the garden, even sleepover if they want to. A place filled with love and laughter, that your friends can visit in the evenings, where you can share a meal, with a couple of beers or a bottle of wine.

You nod, feeling a pulse of exhilaration rushing through you because this is new. This is another chapter of your story, the turning of a page. All the bad shit, that’s done with. You’re finally starting to look to the future, something you’ve never really done before now.

“O.K.” he tells you, dipping his head to capture your lips. That kiss, it leaves you with no doubt in your mind that you’ve made the right decision, that you want to spend the rest of your life with this man. “Let’s do it. Let’s make a home together.”

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kitten4sannie · 1 year

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𝐖𝐡𝐲’𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡? 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 (𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫)

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Ex Boyfriend! Wooyoung x Afab! Reader

Genre: smut, angstttttt

Summary: After having a pleasant night out with your friend, seeing Wooyoung’s name pop up on your phone almost made you scream. You knew that even if you had ignored his call, he would just keep calling you back, so you gave in — just like every other time.

W.C: ???

Warnings: exes with benefits, switch! Wooyoung (yes you read that right 🥵), switch! reader, weed use, Wooyoung’s still a dick, toxicity, lots of swearing, there are feelings involved (that’s as descriptive as i’ll get ;;), name calling, degradation, use of the word “baby”, dirty talk, messy blowjob, deep throating, brief cum play, face riding, manhandling, rough/passionate (unprotected) sex, choking, spit play, multiple positions, kissing, squirting, multiple orgasms

A/N: i am literally SO excited for you all to read the full thing, like I can barely contain myself 😭 i’m sorry the teaser is so short! i just can’t bring myself to spoil anything else ;; i'll be posting the full thing on november 30th!

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“Byeee, get home safe!” you called out to your friend, watching as she opened her car door and craned her neck back to look at you, giving you a small smile and a peace sign. You repeated her actions, waiting for her to get into her car, before you followed suit.

Once you got situated inside your own car, you unlocked your phone to set up a queue of songs for your drive home, almost throwing it onto the dash when you saw Wooyoung’s name pop on your screen. “Awesome,” you mumbled to yourself, bringing your thumb and index finger up to squeeze the bridge of your nose, sighing in dismay.

You sat there with your phone buzzing against your hand for a few seconds, ears zoning in on the sound of your heart racing inside your chest. “Fuck, okay.” You leaned your head back against the headrest and reluctantly answered his call, snapping, “Let me guess, you want me to come over, right? And you’re not going to take no for an answer, are you?”

“Mm, you’re already wound up all nice and tight for me, huh?” your ex returned in a low voice, unable to see the way you were gripping your thigh with your free hand. “I like that.”

You let out an ‘augh’ sound, as if you were disgusted, making an attempt to bring him down a peg or two. “Of course you would. Your life must be really sad if you get turned on just by the thought of arguing with me.”

“Yours must be even worse since you’re always willing to become an obedient little cumdump for me,” he replied swiftly, chuckling when he didn’t get a response, except for a small gasp on your end. “I’ll see you soon, y/n.”

Hearing Wooyoung simply hang up the call after what he had said should’ve made you mad, but it almost had the exact opposite effect on you — once again proving that the both of you were one and the same. Quietly ignoring the butterflies that were trying to escape your stomach, you pressed on a random song in your playlist and put your car in reverse, not even noticing when your lips curled into a small smile.

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bagheerita · 19 days

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ooh!! i love hearing about original works just as much as fanfics!! (im always so impressed cuz original work isnt my wheelhouse) Could you share about 'I can find you in the dark'?

And from the sga wips I'd love to know what 'Jade' is about :3

❤️❤️❤️ woot

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This got super long so i will put it under a cut.

In summary:

I Can Find You in the Dark is an SGU fic

I share a different/my only original fic bc you said you like them ❤️

Jade is a fic about my Wraith OC named Jade

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So the “non sga” docs aren't original, but other fandoms, sorry if that was confusing.

"I Can Find You in the Dark" is my Stargate Universe Park/Volker/Greer pwp. I started it but lost momentum and need to rewatch s2 before I get back to it. In canon Lisa Park and Ronald Greer are a couple, and Dale Volker has a crush on Lisa and has a “connection” with Ron when Ron is a donor for Dale's kidney transplant, so I just really want to solve all of their problems with polyamory. Also, Lisa is blinded in an accident, so this specific story is about them having sex with the lights off and the men learning to navigate their environment, and specifically each other's bodies, without being able to see.

Exerpt:

Lisa sits, listening.

Ron's hands are on her thighs, his thumb rubbing warmly at the juncture of her hip. His touch makes her feel safe.

"Is this okay?" she hears Dale ask. He's across the room, fiddling with the lights; his voice echoes around the room before it reaches her.

"Depends on how much you don’t want to see," Ron says matter-of-factly. His voice is warm, rumbling up against her knees where he's sitting beside the bed.

She can hear Dale's indecision, but this is his experiment, so she smiles encouragingly. "Whatever you need is fine, Dale," she says.

"Don't get lost on the way to the bed," Ron adds.

Lisa reaches out, finds his head, then smacks him. Not too hard; he barely notices other than to press a kiss of apology to the inside of her knee.

Ron tenses slightly; instinctively wary. Lisa feels the slight cooling of the air that means the lights have been turned off. Dale stumbles over something.

Lisa pouts. She knows Dale means it as a way to try to understand her situation; for her to not feel alone in her darkness. Which is sweet, but she's not sure he's thought it through.

"You okay?" Ron asks.

"Yeah." Dale sounds annoyed, but then she feels the bed move as he sits on it. "At least I thought to not take my shoes off until after," he says, and there's triumph in his voice now, just a little bit, and she loves that. “No stubbed toe or anything.” The bed moves and she hears rustling as he starts taking off his clothes.

Lisa reaches out her hand to him, slowly, seeking him. When she brushes his arm he jumps.

“Oh,” he says, startled. “Sorry. Um, that.”

She’d pulled back but she feels the movement of his hand as it slides past hers in the darkness, and she stops and readjusts herself to meet him. Dale jumps again in surprise, but this time he turns with her and takes her hand. Bringing it to his mouth he kisses her fingers and her palm. “Wow,” he murmurs against her skin and Lisa shivers.

Ron’s hands slide up her sides and along her arm, finding Dale at the end of this path and without needing to flail at all. Lisa smirks against his throat as he reaches past her, and she kisses the back of his head. She hears Dale inhale and then she feels the way his body goes lax, relaxing into Ron’s kiss. She grins fiercely against Ron’s hair and twines her fingers with Dale’s. After a moment she feels Ron turn to her, feels Dale’s hand pull her lightly, and they position her between them. Dale kisses her mouth and Ron kisses the corner of her jaw, working his way down her neck to her collarbones.

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Because you like original ideas I will also share the other document in my wip folder that I didn't mention at first (because the game seemed more fandom focused). It is my only original work that I consider currently “in progress.” The story has no title as of yet, but the document is called “syras braeden ren.” It's about a pair of mages named Syras and Braeden who have retired and moved to the middle of nowhere to get away from politics. They meet Ren, a young man who is in a lot of trouble. He doesn't want any help at first, but they realize that they need to help him anyway because he is at the crux of a web of issues that goes pretty deep and is connected to some of Braeden's past trauma. They engage on a cross continental journey, running into several old friends and developing a strong relationship between all three of them.

Exerpt:

The wind was cold now that the sun was gone, and Braed pulled his cloak around him more tightly as he followed Syr's black tail by moonlight. The tail was pointed straight up as Syr trotted along with his nose to the ground, but a dark-furred dog wasn't the easiest to see in the dusk, especially when he was headed directly into the forest.

Braed almost lost his footing in a patch of mud, catching himself against a sturdy oak. The tree's leaves were greyish yellow in the darkness, though this time of year they were a dull yellow in bright light as well. "This has better be important," he called to Syr. "If you've dragged me out of a warm bed because Lothian's Eyes glow with a brighter gleam once you're north of Rommy Ford, or some of your usual rot, I might be tempted to violence."

Syr blew air through his nose, expressing his opinion without needing to shift out of his wolfhound's shape to do so. They'd been together long enough that this argument was all placeholders in any case. Syras liked observing phenomena first hand and experiencing events as they happened; Braed much preferred hearing about events afterward and reading articles about megical phenomema in the Quarterly, and preferred both while seated next to a warm fire with his hands wrapped around a mug of che. They'd just come north this past summer, the political unrest in the cities along the coast of the Inerwa Sea making the south rather less plesant for those with no interest in taking sides in the intercity politicking, and Braed was finding the weather along the Glass River more of an adjustment than he'd expected. He'd been born in Bezar on the shores of the Glass Sea, even farther to the north, but he'd spent all his life till now pointed southward.

"And for good reason," he muttered under his breath, though he immediately wanted to take back the uncharitable thought. He was warm, in the cloak that Syras had bought him, and the boots and gloves that Minera had made him after he and Syras had saved her sheep from being cursed to eat nightshade. If his shoes were muddy and his face chilled it wasn't a hardship compared to other parts of his life.

Syr barked once to draw his attention, and moved up out of the trees and onto the road. Braed sighed as he followed, but soon caught sight of Syr's quarry.

A figure, he would guess a young man, was stumbling away from Syr, running as best they could down the road.

"Wait," Braed called. He sighed. "Syras, stop chasing them."

Syr didn't listen but whined in apology, his attention intent on his quarry.

The person didn't listen either, keeping to their stumbling run. They glanced behind and, seeing Braed, with Syr circling around them to attempt to cut them off, darted back off the road and into the trees on the other side.

Braed sighed again. He moved a bit more quickly. Syr wasn't giving up; it would be better to get this over with.

Syr eventually cornered the person between two large trees.

When Braed caught up to them the moon was out full, and he could see the person's face. They appeared human, rather than Karas- though the Karas were not known for their tolerance for "lesser" beings, and one would not have allowed Syras to sport with them in the way that he had. They were thin and their clothing was little more than rags, brown hair matted with dirt. Dark blue eyes stared at Braed with wary fear out of a face as dirty and worn as the person's clothing.

"Greetings," Braed called softly. "We mean you no harm." He glanced at Syras; Syras had given no indication of why he'd selected this apparent runaway for his attentions this night; they were neither philanthropically inclined as a rule, nor obligated to a house or guard to detain runaways. Syr sat now with his eyes fixed on the runaway's bedraggled face. "I apologize for my companion,” Braed said. “He can be rather overbearing when he is focused on something, but I will repeat that we mean you no harm."

The runaway did not appear to believe him, which Braed was not at all surprised about. "We live not far from here," Braed continued, though it was farther than he rather thought someone without shoes should be walking. The runaway's feet were leaving smears of blood on the ground. "If you'd be interested in a hot meal."

The runaway snarled at him, "Stay away from me," and managed to wedge themselves into a crack between the tree trunks and escape Syr's cornering, stumbling off into the forest again.

Syras was apparently not interested in chasing the runaway any farther though, because he shifted to human and cast a sleep spell, dropping the runaway in their tracks.

Braed sighed, prepared to deliver yet another speech on respecting personal autonomy.

"I tried it your way," Syras said unexpectedly. He flicked long, black hair over his bare shoulder and looked over at Braed; his golden eyes always seemed like they were dancing and drew Braed's gaze even though there was plenty else to look at. "I brought you to talk to him, but he wouldn't listen."

"When your help's not wanted is when you're supposed to leave well enough alone," Braed reminded him.

Syras snorted. "If we leave him, he will die," he said with that tone of authority that Braed often loved and occasionally hated. Noticing Braed's expression he did explain, "I felt him coming, Braeden. He has an untrained ability that will call power to him unless he is taught how to shield himself."

Braed sighed. "Alright," he allowed. It was, after all, what had called Syras to him: a young man whose magical talents were being siphoned by unscrupulous mages. "I suppose you're going to help me carry him, then?"

Syras grinned. He could shift his shape better than any mage in the world, with the possible exception of the elder sisters of the Lunidae, but clothing that fit a human rarely fit a four-footed creature and so shape shifting was a craft that left one walking around in the nude most of the time. Thankfully, or otherwise, Syras did not seem to feel the chill.

"I'll give you a hand," he assured. His golden eyes flared with inner light, and he shifted again until a tall, black horse stood beside Braed.

Braed stroked Syr's nose. "When I mentioned wanting to ride you, this was not what I had in mind," he confessed.

Syras threw back his head with a whinny, and bumped Braed's shoulder with his nose a bit harder than he really needed to.

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“Jade”

a story about my original Wraith character whose name is Jade. He leaves his hive and comes to Atlantis, and is trying to find his way in the galaxy while also dealing with the prejudice he has suffered all his life because he is intersex.

This exerpt is from the beginning of my draft of chapter 5:

Jade is sitting in the darkness, enjoying the quiet of the pier as the planet turns toward morning, when he hears a faint scraping sound.

A Wraith's hands appear over the side of the edge of the pier, and following that a Wraith, pulling himself up out of the water and onto the pier’s surface.

Jade doesn't know this Wraith, and he sits very still, his left hand on Sheppard's knife as he waits for the Wraith to notice him.

The Wraith shakes himself, squeezes water out of his hair, then stops dead when he notices Jade. His eyes fixate on Jade in alarm, which then fades to curiosity. Jade feels the Wraith reach out to him tentatively, seeking hive bonds, and Jade opens himself to the other.

Greetings, the Wraith says. I am Third Scientist of Biological Creatures, known among the humans as Ray.

Jade bows his head. I am Jade, formerly Second Navigator. He hesitates but asks, What are you doing? Is the water good for swimming? Jade has received tellings that contain memories of swimming, but hadn't thought about trying it here.

Ray grins. It is very good for swimming, he agrees, a certain tone in his mental voice suggesting that swimming isn't necessarily allowed.

Jade remembers both Scylla and the Commander delineated the Pier as the zone where Wraith were permitted to go, and not places adjacent to the pier. What are you doing? he asks again.

Collecting specimens, Ray answers. He approaches and holds up a small cup with a lid that screws on tightly; inside of it is seawater and a nearly microscopic organism. I had to go far to get this one, he says proudly. Doctor Branson is studying how different environments cause them to develop different abilities.

Jade is intrigued. And you gather these specimens? By yourself? He moves to the edge of the pier and looks into the water. It is rough near the surface, breaking against the structure of Atlantis, but he imagines that underneath the surface it would be very calm.

Ray shrugs. Sometimes Goose assists me, and Jade receives a mental impression of another Wraith, but he is more interested in the study than the capture so he usually stays with Doctor Branson.

I have never swam, Jade confesses. Is it very difficult?

Ray cocks his head. I do not think so. Would you like to try?

Jade looks at him warily.

If it is your first attempt you should not go alone, Ray advises. He hesitates. I can assist you. If… it is alright? He makes an abortive gesture to Jade’s hair. You look… He doesn’t say the word “queen” but the feeling of reverent awe and a desire to not offend needs no additional words. But you feel like another Wraith in my thoughts. Are you a brother of the hive then?

Yes, Jade says with surprise. He's so rarely met someone who truly had no idea who he was. I know my hair is dark, but consider me a brother. He adds shyly, I would welcome your assistance.

Ray bows. Very good. If you like we can go now.

Jade thrills with excitement and nods. He pulls off his boots and leaves his coat on the pier. He hesitates, but follows Ray’s lead and strips down to his skin. Ray has short hair, but Jade braids his quickly to keep it from tangling, and then jumps into the water.

Hitting the water is a sharp feeling but, once in, the water holds him. Jade spreads his limbs and mimics Ray’s movements to propel himself along. Other than the dark bulk of Atlantis the water is clear and empty, the light of two moons reaching down into it, though endless depths stretch below him, descending in darkening layers to complete opacity.

Jade hangs in the water and looks down into the darkness, transfixed. It reminds him of the endlessness of space, but he is here without a ship surrounding him and can experience it directly.

Ray swims past to catch his attention and leads him back up to the surface to take a deep breath; Jade hadn't even noticed the passage of time. He doesn't need to breathe quite yet but follows Ray anyway.

Closer to the surface where the light is stronger he can see the million little organisms that live in water: see them and not just sense the electrical presence of their life.

These ones are best seen under moonlight, Ray shares. It is why I come out at night.

It is beautiful, Jade says shyly.

Ray grins. That is the other reason I come.

#answers #my writing #trying to do this on mobile so im sorry when it inevitably fucks the formatting 😭

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timextoxhajima · 2 years

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members: tbz eric

genres: smut because im too tired to think of a plot

warnings: smut. slight exhibitionism. idk what that last one is. i dont think it’s breeding.

wc: 1.2k

tbz smut taglist: @from-xero @vantxx95 @just-here-to-read-01

do you ever look at a person and wonder: how much would it take for me to fuck him?

“one vanilla milkshake, please.”

the boy on the other side of the counter is reluctant to pull his eyes away from his phone as the game runs, but when he finally looks at you, there’s a perfect amount of electricity in the air.

“one vanilla milkshake for the pretty lady,” he grins, jabbing the order screen and immediately turning around to the machine before you can even reach for your purse.

the 90s disco and pop music in the back was thankfully eardrum-safe, so you can hear the machine whir and pop as he pulls on the lever. the resistance in the machinery forces his biceps out - just under the rim of his sleeve - and if you stared a little harder, there was that one artery that runs down to his forearm.

“here,” he turns and slides it across the counter, picking out a couple of napkins and handing it to you.

but the resolution remains, so you take the cup and dip your finger in it, making an effort to pick up much more than your tongue can. the rest of it goes onto your lips, and you ask with wide, doe eyes, “how much was it again?”

his name tag says eric, and he looks a little taken aback as he struggles to regain his composure. “um, it’s on the house,” he manages to blurt.

“really!” you smile a wide one and flick your tongue out over the cream on your lips. “oh, i couldn’t possibly just walk off with a free item. is there anything i could make an exchange for?”

eric picks up a drying cloth and cleans his hands. “depends.”

the only noises left in the skating rink were the kids hooting outside in the carpark, so when eric comes around the corner to where he had told you to wait for him, the first thing he says is, “make a sound and everybody else will hear you.”

he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you behind to the counter where you had ordered the milkshake at, easily picking you up and resting you on the cold marble surface. your tennis skirt flares out, exposing your skin and the gasp that you would’ve let out quickly runs into his mouth instead when he quite literally starts inhaling your lips.

the moans are involuntary, but his hot palms are on your thighs and squeezing the life out of your flesh, fingers sliding in and out from your inner thighs to outer where your hips were. your arms are already over his shoulders, hands and nails digging into his hair that was slowly loosening itself from the wax.

“oh, fuck,” he breathes through heavy kisses, thumb and index finger beginning to pull the sides of your underwear down from under your rear.

a little giggle escapes your mouth when he eagerly kneels, hooking his arms under your thighs and pulling your closer to the edge by your ankles. his breath is hot on you, fingers digging into the met flesh of your thigh and your hip.

your head throws back with ecstasy (and quite honestly, pure lust) when his nose presses into you. his tongue flicks around, searching for the little switch that would turn you on, if you weren’t already.

“sweet,” he groans into you, and the vibrations rush up your entire torso. the goosebumps erupt all over your arms as you reach down to comb through his hair. toes curled and calves resting on his shoulders, he starts sucking, licking, prodding.

there’s a loud whimper that screeches out of you, and he digs his nails into your hip as a warning.

he pulls away, shamelessly licking his lips as he stands back up. he presses a hand to your stomach, pushing you to lie down on the counter.

he’s very much violating you - but just the way you want it.

his grope on your chest empties your lungs, but the moans go muffled again when he lets you taste yourself.

you’re positive that his grip would leave marks, but they are for you to enjoy when you get home and stare yourself in the mirror. there’s a low groan in the back of his throat when he yanks your shirt upwards, and finds the buckle between your breasts.

“oh,” he chuckles under his breath, taking his time to use his teeth on the buckle. “naughty.”

the cups fall apart, and he doesn’t give you the time to prepare yourself.

he was hungry, horny, leaving marks in places that would be obvious if you weren’t careful, pulling on your skin until it darkened and bruised.

but clearly, he’s not very patient at taking his time, for he pulls back enough to undo his belt, and the tent in his boxers is a sight to behold.

he shoves a finger into his mouth, then slides it over your folds. watching him align himself with yours conjured all the butterflies in your stomach, but this last a minute - for he slips himself in with minimum effort.

the feeling of being full; the feeling of feeling him twitch inside you; the thought of having his remnants dripping out of you - drives you mad.

“come here,” he breaths into your neck, picking your wrists and interlocking his fingers with yours. he leans over you, shifting his hips slowly, then picking up his pace barely after a few rolls.

he knows you’re impatient - he is too.

it won’t take too much for you to finish - all the thoughts in your head is enough to drive you over the edge. the slaps get louder, the groans and mewls are music to his ears.

his lips travel from your lips, to your ears and neck and down to your breasts.

he’s fucking the life out of you, and that’s exactly what you want.

“feel good?” he bites on your earlobe, suddenly slowing down enough to pull all the way out and push his entire length back in. he pulls away, and looks down at himself disappearing into you.

“oh, pretty,” he mumbles under his breath, thumb on your crotch to help you ease your needs.

“come with me, please,” your teary eyes look up at him, hair in a mess and eyes darkened. “come inside me.”

like a little whore, he obeys, leaning over you again and slotting his lips between yours. his pace picks up almost immediately, however aware not to change his angle.

your entire body jerks along with his, and your mind shifts into static mode when it gets a little closer with every thrust.

like a tight rope that releases itself, something explodes inside you. something hot fills you up even more, and he pulls out after a couple of pants. he looks down, running a finger back into you. your stomach and chest heaves, exposed to the air.

as he admires his doing on your skin, he pulls his finger out, reaching up to the counter and shoving it into your mouth.

“you better give me your number after this.”

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juice ortiz & oc: ava gomez x oc: sebastian, 1970 words

warnings for depictions of kidnapped hostages

for day 20 of whumpril: sensory deprivation | ‘where am i?’

a/n: ive officially gone mad with power, because now im doing SOA crossover prequels with the in his shadow babes.. i can’t even explain myself. i just needed to see ava being kind to juice LMAO

tagging: @drabbles-mc @cositapreciosa @hausofmamadas

She was younger then. Young enough to act with her heart and nothing else, which could’ve ended worse than it did. Would have, even, if Sebastian wasn’t the way he was. The club came first, sure, but only after Ava.

‘You shouldn’t be here,’ he said, hands on her hips. He was sitting on a stool by the bar, half his usual height, but eye level with her, standing in the spread of his knees. He sighed, thumbs toying with her belt loops. ‘But.’

She smiled, echoing him, ‘But.’ He could never send her away—unless she was in actual danger, then he kept her far enough that she wouldn’t know about it, until it was done already. ‘No-one will know,’ she reassured him, stroking a hand through his hair. He’d just started to grow it long, past his ears, a style that he kept right until the end. ‘They’ll call when it’s time to move them, right?’

He nodded.

‘Then I’ll be gone before anyone even knows.’

‘You got it all worked out, huh?’ A kiss, stolen from her lips, words said smirking into the skin afterwards. ‘You’re more Mayan than I am.’

But she was just visiting, taking the opportunity to kill some time with him, alone in the clubhouse. He was the one on duty, playing guard to the two men tied up in the room behind.

‘Are they important?’ she asked, inclining her head to the back.

He sniffed, shrugging. That was his tell. Not lying, but not spilling secrets either.

‘You won’t tell me?’ she assumed, fiddling with the collar of his shirt. ‘Too dangerous?’

‘Mhmm.’ Another kiss, he was hungry for it. His teeth grazed her bottom lip as he pulled back again. ‘Part of another club,’ he admitted after, sparing what little information he could. ‘Not civilians.’

Because that made all the difference to her then. That made it palatable. They weren’t innocent, but club on club warfare was hardly safe.

‘Sounds risky.’

He smiled, deflecting any worry with the white of his teeth. ‘Risk’s my middle name, chula.’

Her laugh was interrupted by the shrill of his phone, blaring from his chest pocket. He patted her thighs, signalling for her to give him space to stand, then disappeared with it out the front. Another precaution of his: he never took calls that could be incriminating in front of her. Always answered them in another room with an apologetic look, a flash of a tight-lipped smile before he went.

It didn’t bother her. She was there for him, not to eavesdrop. She was about to leave, she was, assuming the call was the signal that the rest were coming back—but then she heard it. Movement from the room Sebastian had told her to steer clear of.

It wasn’t loud, or noticeably human really. It sounded like dogs against a door, scratching and scratching, nails to the wood. There were no dogs, of course, just two men. But the repetition was the same. The desperation was the same. She had never been good at ignoring that, heart over head.

Just a minute. Just while he was on the phone.

She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge behind the bar and went, hot-footing before she could be stopped, before she had time to think better of it herself. Because she would’ve, right? She would’ve recognised the recklessness of it eventually.

The door wasn’t even locked when she got to it, just pulled shut and left like any other day. When she slipped through, she half expected to find them both pressed against the other side of it, but they weren’t, because no one had been pawing at it the way dogs do.

It was a bedroom, one of the spare dorms for members to crash in. Curtains drawn, dark, stale like it hadn’t been aired out in a while. It smelt like damp, or sweat. Some chemical she didn’t recognise.

They were tied to the bed frame opposite, sat on the floor with their arms behind their backs. Hoods over their heads, legs forced to sit crossed, knees straining against two pairs of jeans. The one on the left was slumped still, bagged-head facing down toward his lap, body leaning forward from the anchor of his tied hands.

The other was the source of the noise. He was awake, she could see the rise and fall of his chest from where she stood, elevated by his panic. The scratching had been the sound of zip-ties, rubbed up and down on the frame behind him frantically, relentlessly. Like the rounded metal would ever bore through the plastic of them.

It would only take a minute. She didn’t even have to remove his hood.

‘Careful,’ she said, quiet but enough of a surprise to make him jump still, his back hitting the end of the bed with a rattle. ‘You’ll do more damage to your wrists than the ties.’

She was in front of him now, on one knee. The second time she spoke, he had stilled, chest heaving, but panic easing. Her voice was registering with him then, proving to be less of a threat. She was a woman. It made a difference. He didn’t flinch when he felt her shoe against his own, or her fingers around the hemline of the hood.

‘Where am I?’ he asked, stuttering at first.

‘I can’t tell you that.’ She folded it up a couple inches, over his chin, until it stayed. Just high enough to leave his mouth free. ‘I brought you some water.’ Her hands were shaking slightly, knowing the time pressure, the risk, but her voice stayed steady.

He swallowed, then took in a breath big enough to make him cough, desperate for the cool, unrestricted air. ‘Jax?’ he asked afterwards, which she could only assume was the name of the man beside him.

He hadn’t moved still.

‘He must’ve had a bigger dose of whatever they gave you.’ She leant across and put her hand under the other hood to press two fingers to his throat. There was pulse, slow but regular. ‘He’s fine,’ she told him, ‘just asleep.’

The first man nodded, his cover slipping back over this lip slightly. They didn’t have time for conversation. She shouldn’t be telling him anything at all, had probably caused some domino effect she couldn’t even imagine just by opening the door and looking in.

‘Here.’ She unscrewed the water bottle, holding it up to his mouth. ‘Have some.’

His head must have been spinning, his tongue must’ve been dry enough to make every breath feel like a gag, but he refused it still. Set his lips together when she began to tip the bottle.

‘It’s water,’ she insisted, trying to hide her urgency. To him, rushing would make it sound like whatever she was offering was dangerous, a threat. ‘Look, I’ll have some.’ She pulled the bottle back, taking a large gulp from it. She did it as audibly as possible, because he couldn’t see at all, made sure to slosh the water against the rim, to swallow loud and sigh afterwards. A dumb theatre, but it was all she could think to do.

‘The fuck is this?’ he breathed, voice pinching. He was beginning to panic again, wrists tugging against the bars behind. Zip-ties scratching. ‘Where the fuck am I?’

‘Shh, shh.’ It was infectious, his panic. She shouldn’t be in here. Sebastian was only taking a call. ‘What’s your name?’ she asked, spouting the first thing that came to mind. ‘I’m Ava.’

He stopped wriggling. A tear ran down his cheek, from the eyes beneath the black cloth.

‘I’m not even supposed to be in here,’ she confessed. She definitely wasn’t supposed to have given him her name, either. The reality of that was beginning to set in. ‘So, I help you, and you help me, by forgetting I was ever here, okay?’

There was a fraction of movement, a half-committed nod. ‘Juice.’ He panted, swallowed back the dryness of his voice. ‘I’m Juice.’

‘Okay, Juice.’ She put the bottle to his mouth again, tilting it with him as he put his head back. ‘Sorry.’ Some spilled from the lip, wet down his chin, not that it mattered. It obviously didn’t matter. He was drinking like he hadn’t in days.

Had it been days? She didn’t even know how long they’d been in there.

When he pulled away, she did too, re-capping the bottle. She couldn’t leave it there, he didn’t have the hands free to use it.

‘Thank-you.’ He was breathing slower then, and not bothering to lick the water from his lips, but instead enjoying the relief of it. Just for a little longer.

She sat back onto the heels of her shoes. You’re welcome felt inappropriate. She was part of the crime now. She could have easily cut him free if she wanted to, could have let him slip out the back with Jax over his shoulder, and claimed she had nothing to do with it. But her heart only went so far. She was scared too.

‘I should—’

The door swung open behind her, wood hitting the closet beside loud enough to make them both jump. She was on her feet, water bottle scattering away from her, before he had even said anything—it could only have ever been Sebastian. There was no-one else around and conscious.

‘Sorry,’ she said, apologising already.

He was speaking over her, sharp brows tugged together, his face livid. It wasn’t anger, really, but fear, disbelief. ‘The fuck, A…?’ He stopped himself, stealing her name back defensively, as if she hadn’t already given it to Juice on her own accord. ‘No puedes estar aquí.’ He was panting, head shaking. Tongue slipping into spanish for the sake of secrecy.

‘I was just giving him water.’ She couldn’t offer anything but English herself, her brain had frozen in the panic of getting caught. ‘That’s all.’

‘Water?’ He crossed the room in a step, hand reaching for the folded hood. ‘No es una casita, nena.’ He tugged it down roughly, hiding Juice’s mouth and chin again, before turning back to her. ‘No sabes que lo peligroso es esto? Si algún chingamadre…’

She followed his meaning well enough. If it got back to the rest of the club, or worse, the Sons themselves. If anyone connected her, to this, to them. ‘He didn’t see my face,’ she rushed, head shaking.

Juice was sitting statue-like, obviously awake but doing his best to act otherwise. He could’ve said something. He could’ve used her name in his favour, and made a threat, scared Sebastian into making a deal for their release. But he said nothing. Just sat there listening, shoulders rising and falling with each cutting breath.

‘Oyó tu voz,’ Sebastian insisted, grinding it through his teeth. He took her by the arm then, pulling her with him, back across the room and through the doorway. ‘Fuck, Ava,’ he muttered, shutting the door behind him. ‘You know how much shit I’d be in if the guys knew about this?’

But it was just water. And they made a deal, right? Juice would forget she was even there.

She paled regardless. ‘You won’t tell them, will you?’

He sighed, staring at the wood for a moment before replying. ‘You need to go,’ he said, ‘they’re on their way back.’

He wasn’t looking at her, but when he did, glancing up before he could step away, he saw the doubt printed across her features. The worry that she’d gone too far this time; that she’d tripped up and he wouldn’t catch her.

‘Of course I won’t,’ he added, frowning. ‘Why would I?’

Because she came first, she always came first.

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