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cashmoneyyysstuff · 17 days

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chocolate confession ♡

fem reader, part 2 for the ring pop proposal miniseries since yall were asking for it ! fem reader, soft n worried katsu, white day chocolates, katsu n reader r in highschool (ignore the no dorms blehh :P) in this one, this also reeks of my ocxcanon ship msorry yall lolololol, i dont think there are any warnings, but lemme know if i missed sum else !

the first person who realizes katsuki is trying to confess to you is his mom because he hasn't left the kitchen since he'd banished everyone from coming in as soon as the sun peeked through the curtains.

the older woman had no idea what the sounds of pots and pans clanging, mixed with not-so-quiet cursing meant, at first. but she figured it out quickly, call it mother's intuition, or the fact that she checked her calendar and realized tomorrow was white day.

mitsuki knew her son was going to confess to you when he came back from school with a cutely wrapped box of chocolates. her katsuki was still rowdy—if not rowdier and even less approachable than he was as a chubby cheeked little boy, so she guessed by the blush and barely suppressed smile on his face that—

"ouuu, got yourself some chocolates ? aren't you a heartthrob.." she teased "who'd you get those from ?"

katsuki scoffed at his mothers teasing. he rolled his eyes, but they wouldn't—or rather couldn't stray far away from the wrapped sweet treats. he runs his thumb over the ribbon tied in front.

"..yn gave 'em to me." he huffs proudly.

as she guessed, they came from you. of course.

katsuki is still—if not even more protective over everything that involves you, practically growling at his mom's not so sneaky attempts at trying to sneak a chocolate when he had opened the box "yn made 'em for me, so no touchin'." he snarled, stomping over to his room and ignoring his mom's knowing smirk when he made his way up the stairs.

this memory brings her back to now when she suddenly hears..nothing. absolute silence in contrast to all the ruckus from only a few seconds ago. and then the door creaks open just a bit and mitsuki sees her son's head peek out from the corner. she looks up from her magazine to raise a brow in question and the blond boy glares, jolting his head to the side in a silent plea for her to come over.

she saunters to the door, knowing smirk growing wider the more her son's grumpy face comes into view. she gets a peek of her kitchen through the small crack her son allowed her to see. she had to admit, though rowdy, katsuki was anything but messy. even though the dishes piled up, she knew he'd clean them up soon enough. she looks down at him and he avoids eye contact.

"can i come into my kitchen now ?" she smirks. katsuki scoffs at his feet. he grumbles something unintelligible before side stepping and telling her to 'just come in already.'

the woman is greeted with a batch of freshly made chocolates, which she assumes are one's you like if she knew how enamoured her katsuki was with you.

"ouu, who are these for, hm ?" she teased, but if he knew her son well enough she knew that these—

"sh-shut up !" katsuki snapped, cheeks turning red and eyes drifting around the room "you know who.." he challenges. mitsuki smirks wider, crossing her arms.

as she guessed, they're for you.

"okay.." she humors him, shifting her weight to her other leg " and what do you need me to do here ?"

katsuki inhales shortly to himself. he picks up one of the chocolates, not from your tray because those were for you and no one else, but from another tray she hadn't noticed of sloppier batches.

"try this." is all he says. handing her a little piece of deformed chocolate and she plops it into her mouth. she takes the time to let the sweet treat melt on her tongue before letting out a pleased hum. katsuki straightens up and his eyes shine and brighten the slightest bit.

"mhm, these are good." she acknowledged "but why don't i get one of the pretty ones ?" she teases. her katsuki all but scoffs in her face, simply stating that "these are for yn, not you."

and mitsuki realizes. he must've been working for hours trying to make these chocolates perfect for you, she guessed. her heart warms and her eyes soften at her son's adoration for you.

"but the one you gave me is good too, why can't you just give her one of those ?" at that, katsuki shoots her an incredulous look, like she had just told him something utterly unimaginable.

"i can't go around givin' her shitty chocolates ! 'specially not if i.." he trails off suddenly, grumbling with balled fists. he wipes at his cheek to try and wipe off his embarrassment. mitsuki feels her smile practically reach her ears. she's too good at this.

"if you what ?" she sings, leaning towards her son. he grumbles.

"if i—stop looking at me like that ! s'creepy so knock it off !" the blond snapped, face and ears a bright shade of pink and mitsuki can't help but bark out a loud laugh at her son's flustered state, her laugh drowns out the low growl he makes. she decides to spare him after a good giggle.

"okay, okay. i get it." she reassures. because she does, of course she does. but she sees something is wrong with the way her son seems satisfied for only a second before he's chewing at his lower lip and the way he wipes his hands against his pants. she knows her katsuki is extremely hard to handle. he could be quite the brat, but also extremely stubborn (she thinks she might know where he got that from.) so asking him simply what was wrong was out of the question. so she decides to coax him into it.

"you gonna give them to her tomorrow ?" he nods, hiding his eyes with his bangs.

"they're good. so i'm gonna give 'em to her tomorrow." her son nods at his mumbled pep talk, but the tension between his brows doesn't let up and after a moment, he sighs grumpily.

"what if i, like, fuck it up..?" mitsuki's eyes soften at her son's insecurities showing despite himself.

"how would you do that ? all you gotta do is hand them over." she asks softly. katsuki huffs.

"it's not that simple," he retorts "what if i make it weird ? what if i make things between us weird an' she doesn't wanna be with me anymore..." the sad tone of voice and the angry little puppy dog eyes make mitsuki melt, despite growing up a lot. despite being quippy and rowdy and a major brat, her katsuki will always be her little boy tugging at the bag of sweet ring pops he'd begged her to buy at the grocery store. her little boy who smiled a bright determined smile as the bag crinkled in his hand following his proud stomps to the car back home, ready for tomorrow.

a surprised throaty noise escapes katsuki when his mom places a hand in his hair, running her fingers through it. he makes a displeased noise, again, but doesn't try to stop her. mitsuki does realize her son is trying to confess to you with these chocolates, but she's a woman too and she knows you, she's known you since you were small and she knows how much you care about her son. she knows from the way katsuki kept the chocolates to himself, the barely supressed giddiness in all of his actions and the way he took his time enjoying every bite she knows and realizes that these chocolates were most definitely just for him.

and she guessed maybe you were trying to tell him something too.

she knew her katsuki had absolutely nothing to worry about, because you carried you empty ring pop container around with you in your bag and proudly explained it was 'your husband katsu' that gave it to you with a giggle. because you'd kiss his cheek without worrying about the ooh's and the kissy noises, only her son's cherry red cheeks but proud smile. because you'd giggle and laugh when he still called you his wife well into elementary school, and because you still smile so wide at the mention of his little ring pop proposal. and so, she smiled. startling katsuki by rubbing his hair fast like an almost noogie. he growls at the sudden shift, gripping his mother's arm and pulling away with a scowl, rubbing and trying to fix his hair. "the hell are you doin', hag ?!" her son seethed, and all she can do is smile.

"you got nothin' to worry about, katsuki." she says sincerely, the boy's arms drop and altough his barely there pout remains he tries to act tough, raising a brow at her "how do you know that ?"

"call it mother's intuition." her smile widens at his scoff and rolled eyes, he's better at it now and she laughs. " why do you wanna give these to her ?" she urges. he thinks for a moment, before his cheeks burn red again but his eyes go soft and warm and so much more enamoured with you than he was all those years ago in the car.

"cus..i like her.." he confesses "an' i don't want anybody else to do it before me." he finishes bitterly.

he's always been protective of you. any other boy you were paired up with or sat next to when the class seating order changed was considered public enemy number one for a while. of course, you had him on a leash, always being able to soothe him by saying that he was your number one best friend. and that was more than enough for him to throw smart glares and snarky smirks, grabbing your hand and dragging you off somewhere to show you something cool. something he knew you'd find cool because he prided himself in knowing exactly what you liked more than the other boys. your favorite ice cream, flowers, and chocolate flavor.

and mitsuki smiles. "right, you like her. so you can't let that scare you off, can you ?" mitsuki feels her heart soaring with pride, albeit with a little amusement when her son scoffs in response "course not. i ain't scared of shit." he states, she decides to ignore the irony of his statement for now.

"of course," she nods "and just between us, i think she likes you, too. i dunno how she does but.." katsuki's eyes widen like she'd just told him something ridiculous, completely ignoring her jab at him. she has to hold back a harsh laugh at how oblivious her son could be.

"that's just my guess though !" she shrugs nonchalantly "but there's only one way to find out if i'm right.."

after a beat, katsuki nods to himself with a grunt, grabbing the tray of chocolates and putting it in the fridge, ready for tomorrow, and wordlessly rolling up his sleeves and starting the dishes, as mitsuki guessed, and she smiles. she pets her son's head again briefly, ignoring his dissaproving grumbles, before giving him a pat on the back and wishing him good luck.

the next day, katsuki walks over to her, sat on the couch, immediately after coming back from school, with a proud smirk and gleaming red cheeks. and mitsuki knew she had nothing to worry about as she grins back.

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intotitties · 6 months

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Hi!!!! Can I request a Kit Tanthalos x shy!reader (friends to lovers) where Kit gets jealous? Like they’re on the quest just walking and camping all the time but Reader gets to know one of the mates and Kit seems jealous! Feel free to do whatever ofc I’m just giving my ideas!🫶

Kit Tanthalos x reader

warnings: its all happening after the series, jealous!Kit who can’t express her feelings, Boorman and Jade being the best emotional support (nah), fluff

a/n: i need more Kit requests please, and i hope you enjoy!! i actually had a few ideas for this but i hope it’s as good as the other ones:)

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You, Kit, Jade, Boorman and Elora were in the middle of the quest, when a group of trolls started chasing after you. Yall had to hide in the magic forest, where they couldn’t find you.

— We should rest, it’s getting dark and i definitely don’t want to get lost in there - said Boorman as he started making a campfire.

❃ Kit and you have been friends almost for a year now. You were always a curious person, and thats how you ended beyond the barrier. The desire to know what the world beyond looks like took over. You just wanted to look around but you just couldn’t leave like that, so you decided to go further. When you were wandering and looking at the views you heard whistling sounds, and you knew it wasn’t a good omen, so you ran to the nearest place where you could hide. You wanted to leave as soon as possible, when you tripped over some branch and fell into water. A groan escaped your mouth at the thought of going back home wet, when you heard someones laugh. That’s how you met her. Kit was distant at the beginning, but you two became really close friends since then.

Kit helped Boorman with the campfire while you lied down under a tree, talking to Elora.

— How does it feel to do.. magic? - you asked, your head on her thigh while she was playing with your hair.

— Hm.. strong? - she chuckled quietly.

You smiled softly, noticing Kit whispering with Boorman and Jade.

— I’ll be back in a minute — you said to Elora as you stood up, going in their direction. It seemed like they didn’t notice you, since you approached them from the back.

— I know.. but it’s scaring me - you heard Kits trembling voice.

— I think you should just talk to her, she’s the gentlest soul i’ve ever met, i’m sure she won’t hate you - Jade said as she put her hand on Kits shoulder.

— What’s up? - you said quietly, definitely scaring the shit out of them.

Boorman nudged Kit and gave her a suspicious look.

— Yeah, can we talk? - she sighed as she stood up.

You nodded and followed her further into the forest.

After a while, she looked at you, and even if you couldn’t see her face clearly in the dark, you knew something was off.

— Is.. everything okay? - you said, shifting from one leg to another.

— Yeah it’s just.. i don’t know how to say it - she said, her eyes seeking for help in Boorman and Jade, who only made hearts of their hands and laughed at eachother.

— We’re friends right? You know you can tell me everything - you grabbed her hands and looked at her poorly lightened face.

— You should stay away from Elora - she said after a longer while.

— ..What? I know you two don’t like eachother very much but-

— You don’t get it! - she shouted before you could finish your sentence. well, it clearly didn’t go the way she wanted to.

You looked at her in shock, she’s never been like that before.

— Enlighten me, because i’m not going to stay away from my friend because you told me to! - you said angrily.

— Please.. - she whispered, her head down.

— No Kit! Tell me now! What’s your problem? - you pressured her.

Instead of any response, you felt her cold lips aggressively crash into yours. Her hands on your arms, pulling you as close as possible. The silence was filled with your heavy breaths and quiet moans. She wanted this moment to last forever, to always keep you close and never let go. One of your hands traveled into her hair, while the other caressed her cheek as the kiss got softer.

— I love you.. and seeing you this close with Elora or anyone else just makes my blood boil. i want to change for you, to start expressing my feelings and talk about them, i want to be a better person for you. and i know we can’t be together but i just.. can’t help myself from falling for you more and more with every single day we spend together - she looked at your still shocked face - you don’t have to say anything, i completely understand and respect that if you don’t want to be my friend anymore.

— You’re right, i don’t - you said quietly after a while of collecting your mind, her sad face made your heart drop - Because i do.. love you too - you looked into her eyes.

She immediately trapped you into a tight hug and picked you up, making you wrap your legs around her waist. Even tho the thought of being in love with a girl scared her, it was the best day of her life.

— I love you so much - she whispered, a single tear running down her cheek.

You didn’t even know how many times you’re going to hear these words from her.

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ranhaitanisgf · 4 months

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Congrats on 5k! For the event may I request fluff hcs for "Cafe love" & "sneaking out to go on a date" with Mikey please? Maybe with Mikey crushing on a classmate that works at her family's cafe that he frequents? Thank you!

—manjiro [mikey] sano // cafe love // sneaking out to go on a date

☆ ˎˊ˗ me when i didnt read the req fully and wrote a scenario instead of hcs. erm . my bad yall ..... i hope you will enjoy anyways ! i thought this idea was super cuteeee :D have a nice day everyone xoxo

☆ ˎˊ˗ gn!reader

☆ ˎˊ˗ wc ; 1.3k+

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your shifts have been quite amusing as of late.

every evening after school, you go to work at your family’s cafe. it wasn’t because it was doing badly; quite the opposite, actually. business had been booming as of late, and you couldn’t be more happy! it was pretty nice that you didn’t have to commute at all, and you were instantly hired, so it was easy money.

in the last couple of months however, you’d noticed that you had quite the frequent regular.

a boy from your class; manjiro sano. everybody calls him mikey, (you’re not exactly sure why) and you haven't spoken a single word to him in your life outside of taking his order every time he comes in. he would usually come in with friends, though the frequent one was a very tall boy with a dragon tattoo, (you couldn’t tell if he was your age or thirty years old). there were other times he would come in by himself, and neither of you every spoke outside of the typical ordering conversation.

despite this fact, you always looked forward to seeing him come in. of course, you already knew all the rumors about him, but they never really crossed your mind. in your own mind, you just saw him as the cute boy who frequents your family’s cafe, which was enough for you to slowly develop a bit of a crush on him.

it wasn’t like you were in love with him or anything; you were just interested in learning more about him. you could never quite find the chance to talk to him though, which left you to just look forward to taking his order, which was more or less the same kind of interaction every single day. you would’ve gone to talk to him in school, but it was a rare occasion for him to actually show up, which made it even harder.

well, you guess he’s pretty cute, too.

but that’s aside from the point!

the bell for the front door rung, the sound pulling you from your thoughts. you quickly finished cleaning up the counter and went to the register, smiling a bit too wide when you saw a familiar face.

“hi, welcome! how can i help you?” you asked. your smile changed to a more polite, customer service type of smile when you realized that mikey was with a big group of his friends, the boys all snickering behind him as he tried, (and failed) to hush them.

“hi! uh, can i get the kids meal combo, and…” mikey looked down to you from the menu posted on the wall above you, a bit of a questioning look on his face. “...what’s your favorite kind of cake here?” he asked, caching you a bit off guard.

“my favorite? uhh…probably the strawberry chiffon cake!”

“okay, and one of that!” you asked, a smile on his face, (you weren’t sure why he suddenly asked that, but his smile almost distracted you from doing your job).

“alright! anything else?” mikey shook his head, but stepped aside so that the rest of his friends could order their food. you weren’t sure that you’d ever seen him with such a big group of people, and you weren’t sure if you were just imagining things, but…

…were they all staring at you in a strange way?

of course, you didn’t say anything, but you could’ve sworn that they all were watching you strangely closely, the same knowing smile on all of their faces.

it was probably just your imagination.

when they were finished, they all left to sit down, which then left you to get to work preparing all of their food. you were hoping that they would be a bit patient, given the fact that your coworker for this shift had gone on a lunch break, leaving you to fulfill the order by yourself.

you finished their food orders rather quickly, leaving you a bit shocked and proud of your accomplishment. when you called out the name for their order, the boys all came up to the counter and grabbed their respective meals, politely thanking you and going back to sit down, (why were they still looking at you like that?).

the last person to grab his order was mikey, who seemed a bit nervous as he came to pick up his food. his fingers were fiddling with a piece of his hair and he seemed to be mumbling something to himself, and you noticed in the back that all of his friends were staring his way, (very obviously).

“here is your order! please enjoy!” you said, holding his tray out to him. he grabbed it, freezing for a moment as he seemed to be thinking very intensely about something. suddenly, he took the slice of cake off of his tray, sliding it to you.

“this…is for you. ‘cause you said it’s your favorite.” he mumbled, his cheeks a pink color as he avoided your gaze. “and! uh…would you want to…go out with me? after you finish working?” he asked, his eyes finally meeting yours.

you stared at him in surprise for a moment, your eyes moving to look at the cake for a moment before looking back at him.

“yes! i’ve actually…ahh, so embarrassing!! i’ve been wanting to talk to you, but i never found the right moment…” you admitted, playing with your fingers out of nervousness.

mikey was about to say something, but he was cut off by the door opening behind you, your coworker coming back in from their lunch break. before either of them could say anything, you spoke, gesturing your coworker to come near you for a moment.

“hey, do you think you could handle the rest? i don’t think there will be much people after this.” you started to lose hope when you saw their questioning expression. “please! just do me this favor once and i’ll do all the closings for the next month!” when your coworker agreed, you felt relief and excitement, turning back to mikey.

“let’s go right now!! i know you didn’t eat your food, but my parents will probably tell me to get back to work if they notice i’m not working-oh!” you turned back to your coworker. “by the way, don’t tell my parents, okay? i’ll owe you one!!”

you turned back to mikey, who was staring at you with wide eyes and his jaw hanging open. your heart pounded in anticipation, wondering if you were maybe going too fast.

“i mean, uh, it doesn’t have to be-”

“let’s go!!” he interrupted, a sparkle in his eyes. “right now, before anyone notices!” he laughed, looking back to his friends with a thumbs-up. at the hand sign, his friends whooped with joy, all of them congratulating mikey from their table.

“o-okay! let’s go!” you said, coming out from behind the counter. without a moment to spare, mikey grabbed your arm, looping it around his own as he rushed you to the exit of the store, escaping his friends' sudden questions as they tried to follow.

“hey, are you good with motorbikes?” he suddenly asked.

“uh, i don’t know, i’ve never ridden on one?” mikey looked at you with a mischievous smile on his face, taking a helmet from one of the (many) motorbikes parked outside. he placed it on your head, sitting himself in the front seat of one of the motorbikes, patting the seat behind him.

“you wanna try?”

“uhh…” looking to the side, you noticed your parents behind the counter of the cafe, watching you in shock through the window. you panicked, immediately getting on the back of his motorbike, tightly gripping the edges of the seat. “okay! let’s get out of here!”

the engine roared to life and mikey put his hands on the handles, revving the bike a bit before taking off, leaving the cafe in the dust.

you were gonna be so dead when you got home.

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pillow-princess-diaries · 6 months

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𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝙳𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚒! 𝚇 𝙰𝙵𝙰𝙱!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛...

Scenario: your lovely and charming boyfriend has a dark secret; but you’re chill with it~

Pairing: Serial Killer! Dazai X AFAB! Reader

Genre: Smut

Type: scenario in hc format

W/C: 1.07k (i think😭)

T/W: murder (kinda obvious 🥲),slight yandere-like behavior mentioned,kinda public sex (they fuck in a warehouse),gunplay,blowjob,cum eating,cockwarming,dirty talk, a little bit of degradation (slut,degenerate) a little bit of bein in a mating press,aftercare☺️ (please lmk if i missed anything!🙏)

A/N: hey yall!! Inspiration finally hit me and voila! Hope yall like it and see ya in the next one!

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DON'T FOLLOW, YOU'LL BE BLOCKED!

Serial Killer Dazai! Who comes off so lovely sweet and nice! Your parents,friends,EVERYONE LOVE HIM!

Serial Killer Dazai! Who gets borderline yandere like for you.he loves you and he needss to keep you safe,especially from people like him.but most importantly he needs you to not leave because he needs at least one good thing in his life dammit!

Serial Killer Dazai! Who suddenly gets awkward around you…he’s hiding something and you know he’s good at that…the fact that he’s letting you notice is a sign he wants you to ask him what it is

Serial Killer Dazai! who tells you what he is and what he does,he has (crocodile)tears in his eyes as he tells you, hes so scared you’ll leave him! (No he’s not~he knows you cant leave not while he’s in charge)

Serial Killer Dazai! who’s genuinely surprised when you kiss his tears away,telling him it’s okay and you dont mind. Hes so stunned! And definitely loves that you’re just as fucked up as he is.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who asks you if you wanna come out ‘hunting’ with him.even lets you pick the victim sometimes!!!

Serial Killer Dazai! Who sets up a seat and makeshift stage for you to watch your show.it’s in an old warehouse so no one will even disturb you~

Serial Killer Dazai! who absolutely dements his victims,the look of fascination and curiosity on your face fueling his sadistic behavior.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who notices you shift uncomfortably in your seat,your thighs clamping together and rubbing oh so subtly.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who gets hard at the sight and quickly finishes the kill to get back to you~

Serial Killer Dazai! Who gets his bloody gun,and cleaning it before he stores it for future use;who unbuckles his pants as he makes his way to you.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who hovers above your seated form, his clothed erection at your eye level.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who kneels before you and carasses your cheek saying, “shh bella…relax…ill take care of you~” before kissing you passionately. His skilled tongue exploring the expanse of your mouth.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who pulls aways for air,a single thread of saliva connecting the two of you.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who puts his thumb in your mouth for to suck. you do and his fingers taste vaguely metallic from holding the gun.

Serial Killer Dazai! who cant help but snap a quick picture of you before pulling out his finger and licking it before ordering you to get up,taking your seat and pulling out his pistol. He undoes his pants and underwear ,his cock springing free,precum already leaking from its tip.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who cocks the gun and smirks when you instantly get to your knees and pump his erection before blowing him.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who relishes in the feeling of your mouth around his length ,he holds the loaded gun to your head,the gasp of fear sending a pleasant vibration along his cock, “do me well bella,maybe ill let you cum tonight~”

Serial Killer Dazai! who ,feeling his first release coming on, hold your head down and thrusts up lightly, making you gag, before cumming down your throat.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who makes you swallow every last drop,the idea if his release filling you up in more ways than one driving him insane. “You’re such a fuxking slut for me arent you?you fuxking degenerate” he moans as he sees you swallow.

Serial Killer Dazai! who instructs you to sit on his dick and ride him.who puts the gun in your mouth,ordering you to suck it as you cockwarm. His occasional thrusts causing you to gag on the metallic weapon.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who isnt satisfied and picks you up by the ass (his cock still buried in your cunt) and pins you against a wall.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who brings your legs up around his waist and begins to relentlessly pound into you. In and out so fast its making you go cross-eyed! (He loves the sight~)

Serial Killer Dazai! who begins to work your neglected clit with the tip of his gun. The cold metal sending shivers from your pussy all through your body.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who locks you in a mating press,you jolt against the wall and your pretty moans resonate all through the empty warehouse.

Serial Killer Dazai! who brings your attention to the body right behind you both. He leans in close saying, “did ya enjoy that one bella? Did you see the fear in his eyes? Did it make you wet?” (All rhetorical questions of course)

Serial Killer Dazai! Who’s voice lowers, becoming gentler,raspier as he says,“did i do good? Did you…like it? Did i make you proud?” This wasnt the man who’d been killing a random accountant from the bar moments ago…no. It was him in his most vulnerable form,a child seeking to do good.to be the best

Serial Killer Dazai! Whose eyes darken the moment you nod, and just like that he was back to his usual self,he thrust back into you, “Good.now cum for me you little slut🖤” he says,kissing you passionately, an oddly love filled gesture in a rather lustful scenario.

Serial Killer Dazai! who moans your name as you cum around his cock,he reaches his climax not long after and the feeling gets him moaning even louder.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who lets you down and pulls your panties back up,your cum-stuffed hole still leaking from both of your releases.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who casually makes you rest back on the chair as he drenches the body in gasoline before promptly dropping a lit match into it.he steps back, and admires his handiwork before turning back to you and askin if you’re okay.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who carries you back to his car and drives u both home.who gives you a lovely bath to wash off the blood,cum and dirt (you come out of it with a few more hickeys than you went in with, but its fineeee)

And finally, Serial Killer Dazai! Who gets into his paw patrol pjs before cuddling up to you and holding you close. He’s forever greatful for you and will never stop thanking the stars for blessing him with an absolute angel.

Tag list(open):- @diagonal-queen @sapphic-serenade

#🧀 tales #bsd smut #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd headcanons #dazai smut #dazai x afab reader #dazai x reader smut #dazai x reader #bsd x reader smut #bsd x afab reader #serial killer! dazai x reader #dazai x fem reader

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blippymilk · 4 months

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Big Brother Veneer x Little Sister Reader

❥ Definitely your biggest supporter and hater at the same time (normal brother behavior)

❥ Although you wouldn’t consider having Veneer as a sibling a “normal” experience

❥ At all.

❥ He had very mixed feelings about you for the first few months of your life

❥ He knew he wasn’t the baby of the family anymore according to Velvet (and dude loves attention soooo)

❥ He thinks your cute but thinks he’s cuter

❥ May or may not have tried to plot with Velvet on how to get a stork to come by and take you back to where you came from (he was pure ok)

❥ For the record Velvet did not agree (she wants Veneer to experience what happened to her too)

❥ The second he learned to love you, you were his favorite person ever.

❥ Your parents stopped worrying about you when they couldn’t find you because they knew Veneer always had you

❥ When he first tried singing he would take you to his room, grab his microphone, and sing to you. And when you clapped for him with your little hands he felt so pleased

❥ As you became a bit older Veneer turned into your biggest cheerleader

❥ He always woke up before anyone else in the house to feed you or warm your milk when you were fussy

❥ He was there when you took your first step

❥ He was there cheering you on when you said your first word

❥ He was there when you took a bite of your first solid food

❥ Whatever the occasion you name it

❥ As you got a little older your parents tended to notice you had a lot more personality than they expected

❥ And it was sort of like Veneer’s (and a little of Velvet)

❥ Veneer loved that for you

❥ You were a pretty stand your ground kid, with a little sass

❥ Veneer risked being late on his first day back at school to see your first day in kindergarten

❥ Gave you as many words of advice as he could

“You go in there and show them who’s boss. And let me know if anyone tries to mess with you, I’ll deal with them.”

❥ Veneer got smacked a little by his mom for the last sentence but he still stood by his word

❥ He was so happy for you later on when you came home excited

❥ Getting a little older and mature (around 5th grade) Veneer was basically your partner in crime

❥ Something was always happening under your household and it always landed back on you two

❥ Veneer’s the type of brother to know his parents will say no so he’ll send his younger sibling to ask

❥ One time Veneer encouraged you to watch a scary movie with him while the adults were away. You agreed and Velvet did not want to be apart of it.

❥ So by time your parents got back and it was lights out, you were shaking in your bed

❥ You ended up running to your parents to tell and you thought Veneer would be mad at you just for them to find him shaking in his bed too

❥ You both got grounded for a week

❥ When you made it to middle school Veneer noticed your energy shifting a little bit

❥ He knew there was a lot that could be happening to you in middle school because he hated middle school

❥ It could be teachers, students, homework, guys/girl problems, bullies, etc.

❥ So he convinced you to come to him whenever you needed to spill

❥ And you did

❥ Veneer definitely helped you with your fashion sense

❥ …Veneer when you get into your first relationship…😟

❥ Not exactly smooth sailing

❥ That’s why you tried to hide it at first

❥ Just so you know it did not work out and Veneer felt almost offended 😭

❥ Ends up getting along with them really well (if he likes their persona)

❥ But when it’s time for your first breakup he’s along with you every step of the way

“I never liked them anyways to be honest. You deserve way better.”

❥ Will definitely go with you to a school dance if no one else wants to

❥ And if you’re not into school dances yall are going somewhere fun like a movie, or a trampoline park

❥ Your brother Veneer who supports you reguardless of what you want to do in the future (he won’t ever let you be a lazy bum though)

❥ He cried when you started highschool

❥ If you both are in highschool together he’s your “bodyguard”

❥ Please don’t let him find out anybody is messing with you

❥ Likes to see what outfits you come up with on your own and he adores the way you dress

❥ His love for you never changes

❥ Veneer is overall just the best brother you could ask for

#trolls #trolls band together #trolls veneer #veneer x reader #veneer x sister reader #velvet and veneer #sister reader #big brother #fanfic #fandom

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xbadmuse · 5 months

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Girls Dinner - Part I

this is the first part of the story i talked about. let me know if you are interested in the continuation of this.

this is a nsfw story, like everything else on my blog.

this is about Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader x Task Force 141

i did not proof read, please excuse the mistakes.

it was almost night time when you decided to make yourself your dinner. the car lights from outside shining through your window, illuminating on your face and disappearing into the darkness once again. turning your stove on, your mind wandered into places you did not want to explore.

you missed your boyfriend, deeply, but you tried everything to not think too much about him. he was away and you know that he will come back. you did not want these thoughts to creep up on you since you knew that this will only make your situation a lot worse and make you sadder than you already are. while cutting your veggies, your tried to hum a song, not letting all these thoughts get to you as your mind drifted off to the simple things in your life right now, for example your work which you will have to go tomorrow or all the things you still have to do, all the things to keep your mind at bay.

You huffed some air out of your lungs, turning the stove off and adding your seasonings while humming a song, you suddenly heard keys and the door opening to your apartment in one swift motion. You turn around, your face brightening the second you see your boyfriend who has been on a mission for over 4 weeks. Simon walks through the door, throwing his backpack to the side and seeing you standing in the kitchen. His eyes were fixed on you, standing there as he looked at your bare shoulders. You have been wearing little to nothing on your body, with a shoulder less tight crop top and your underwear, thinking you are home alone and ready to spend this night alone as well.

Your smile started to fade the moment you hear muffled voices, and three men entering your apartment as well. The men walking into sight, knowing that you were home, Price, Johnny and Gaz smiled at the sight of you. Eyes widening from all parties as you definitely were not expecting visitors, you were shocked to see all men storming into your apartment but of course you were still happy that they were all alive at least.

You notice Simon standing in the doorway, glancing over at you and then turning to look at Gaz, who has a smirk plastered on his face while he leans against the doorway as well. With the cooking pan in your hand, you looked down at yourself and back up again, watching the men intensely. You cleared your throat at the slight awkward tension in the room. “uhm... good to see you all”, glaring at Simon.

“well…please excuse me for a second”, you tried to smile as friendly as possible, deep down already choking Simon to death for this embarrassing moment. You placed the cooking pan on the stove hurriedly as it started to turn in circles and almost fell off the stove, but you grabbed it in time and saved it before it fell to the ground. Smiling awkwardly, you clumsily hushed past the men, running to your room to change.

Simon turns, following you with his eyes and turning back around, staring at the men, before clearing his throat to get their attention. All three men stopped looking after you and shift their attention over to Simon again.

“yall look like animals” he says loudly and sighs, before walking off in the opposite direction towards your bedroom. You were rushing around in your bedroom, grabbing your joggers out of the closet, and pushing your legs inside as Simon opened the bedroom door and walked inside. You were really happy to see your boyfriend again but so damn furious at him at the same time as you noticed him getting inside and closing the door behind him.

“did I not tell you to text me before you come and take all of your men with you?” you hissed, throwing your shirt over your head annoyed at his stupid grin which you can still see even with his balaclava on. he watched you getting changed but he doesn't say anything, instead, he just leans against a wall, observing you quietly a small smirk forms on his face as you grumble while fixing your hair after pulling your shirt over your head. once you are done Simon continued staring at you, his eyes slowly falling to your chest. You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head and crossing your arms over your chest “unbelievable Simon...”

Simon sighs calmly, as if trying to avoid an argument but eventually, he takes a step forward and walks over to you his voice is as calming and monotone as ever, looking at you, still grinning, "can you take off that shirt again love?"

you scoff, looking at him confused as you raise your eyebrow, a big question mark on your face. This man is unbelievable, “definitely not Simon” and with that you took off, walking past him and out the bedroom. You were definitely not having his games after standing half naked in front of his comrades even though you always ask him a thousand times to let you know beforehand if he is not coming home alone. You do not have anything against them visiting and needing a place to crash and using your apartment for that but you want to know everything before things like this happen and with Simon having your key to your apartment you are expecting this kind of rule to be understood. You were beyond annoyed at him, he did not even try to apologize and just turned this into his dirty ass game.

Walking back to the kitchen, now fully clothed you started finishing cooking your meal. You added more since you won’t be eating alone anymore. Gaz, Price as well as Johnny sat at the kitchen aisle, talking to you while you cooked, having a normal conversation, and ignoring the awkward tension just moments ago.

As Simon watches you walk away from him, he takes a moment before walking out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. He sees them sitting together and talking while you were cooking. he walks over to where you were standing and slowly leans against the counter by your side not saying anything for now.

he leaned against the kitchen counter next to you as you finished preparing the plate for the men. “hey babe”, he said, quietly as you looked up at him. You were still angry, furious even but still deep down you were so excited after hearing his voice again after so long. Simons eyes smiled softly at you, he knows that what he did was wrong, and he knew that he should apologize but he couldn't help it. he loved seeing you like this, angry, a little annoyed at him and yet you were still so beautiful to him.

as you prepared the plates on the kitchen isle where the three men were sitting and started to enjoy their meals, talking,and babbling away, Simons eyes drifted to your body. he slowly leans forward gently placing his hands on your hips whispering, "babe come here...”. looking over to him, he leaned in closer the moment you started to pout playfully. with one swift motion he pushed you to his body as you closed your eyes and felt his embrace.

you wrapped your arms around his body, your head leaning against his chest softly. Simon smiles as he hugs you tightly. one hand firmly gripping your waist, as the other gently rests on the back of your head as you lay it against his chest. Simons eyes flicker over to Price and Soap, who are still busy eating and chatting as well as Gaz who was staring quickly at the two of you smiling.

"You smell delicious, love." Simon whispers. a muffled sound escapes your mouth as a thank you. you nuzzled your face deeper into his chest and inhaled his scent. Cigarettes, after shave and the smell of outside rain, this combination of scents you missed when he was not near you. after a while you pushed yourself off him, realizing that you are not alone. Looking up and into his eyes you smiled.

“do you want to eat?”, you asked him innocently already grabbing a plate for him. Simon smiles and nods softly, in response to your question. Your innocence and sweetness always seem to be able to catch him unaware as he takes the plate from you.

It has been a few hours since the whole task force stormed your apartment, and everyone was ready to crash into bed. Gaz & Price were sharing one of your rooms which had no beds inside but only one couch and a single mattress. Simon you and Johnny were sharing your bedroom. Soap was getting a mattress on the ground and you and Simon were sharing your single bed together. Laying down, your back pressed against his chest, the only sound in the room now was Simons breathing in your neck and Johnnys already sly snoring, knowing that he has already fell asleep pretty fast.

Simon's eyes are closed, as he lays in bed with you, his arms wrapped tightly around you and every movement you make causes you to feel his touch. Your soft breathing and warm body made it hard for Simon to fall asleep. It is not the first time that you are sharing a bed, but it is the first time to share a bed while someone else was in the room with you.

After a while, you eventually stirred waking yourself up a bit as you feel Simon’s arms around you. you sigh softly, "...Simon?". You whisper, “simon please tell me that’s your phone pressing against me” you whispered tiredly again to him. Simons eyes flutter open, he feels you pressing against his body, a sly mewl escapes his lips as he becomes very aware of your question. he sighs softly out of his nose, feeling the warms on your neck. You turned your head to face him as he looks down at you, "that's not my phone, baby".

Simon was still wearing his balaclava and you felt him lifting it up slowly just over his lips to peek out. he started kissing your neck, sucking gently, holding you tightly against his body. Simon starts breathing heavily, as he continues, one of his hands is on your hair as he pushes it away from your neck, the other holding you close to himself. You feel his plump lips on your neck, as well as his heart beating quickly. his breaths are coming in quick bursts, and you can feel his body moving against yours, his lips go from your neck to your ear, "you smell so good, love...". you feel his nose against your neck as he inhales softly and with that you tried to push away from him, sliding away a little to not be in full contact with him, turning away from him.

Simon sighs slightly, looking down at you, "love what's wrong...?"

“nothing” you muster quietly still not facing him. Simon breaths out of his nose as he scoots closer to you. he gently takes your chin, turning your head towards him, "if there's nothing wrong, then why move away from me?"

“i know what you want to do and i don’t want to do it now.” you whispered, “we’re not alone in this room and I am still annoyed about what happened earlier when you all stormed into the apartment without letting me know beforehand as i asked you to a thousand times”, your eyebrows furrowed looking into Simons eyes, he started nodding, as he lets go of your chin. he turned around, looking looks over to Johnny’s bed. he can't help but laugh quietly, “i think Soap can sleep through a hurricane. don't worry, love. he ain't gonna hear or see anything".

you stared up at him. “you really do not care about what I am thinking and how I am feeling huh?” with that you grabbed the blanket and tossed it away, getting out of the bed. Simon stares at you, as he lets his head rest against his hand watching you get out of bed. he takes a moment, before speaking softly, the balaclava still covering his face, "I do understand, love but you also need to understand that I want you”

“is there any way, ANY way you could just for ONCE think with your brain instead of your dick when you’re around me?” you whispered loudly, still quite enough for Johnny not to hear as you shake your head and walk out of your bedroom and into the living room. you closed the door behind yourself softly and walked to the couch, sitting down and grabbing your phone to distract yourself.

you cannot explain what has gotten into you but you felt like you weren’t ready for what Simon wanted. you loved it when he was with you, you missed him whenever he wasn’t with you but sometimes you wished that he for once doesn’t see you as a woman who he just wants to visit and fuck quickly. of course, intimacy was important to you too but you wished for him to be just a little understanding instead him trying to solve all of your problems with sex. but maybe you were just exaggerating. shrugging your shoulders you continued scrolled through TikTok.

Simon sighs, leaning against the headboard as he takes a deep breath in and overthinking your words. he tried to distract himself by closing his eyes and falling asleep but it was too hard, the urge to take you right here and now was growing more and more. he hates himself sometimes for not being a little gentler and loving with you but just looking at you made him feel crazy. he can't think straight when he sees you like this, the feeling he has closing around his stomach makes him lose his mind. the moment he came home and saw you with only your panties on, he was about to push you against the kitchen counter and just take you while everyone was watching. he was obsessed, too obsessed to understand anything at this point.

Simon stands up and walks over to the door opening it and peering out. seeing you on the couch, he slowly closes the door to your bedroom, walking towards you.

Part II

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hellgirlthings · 6 months

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this is not proof read yall, and this came from my obscure collection of 3am drafts lol- but anyways fuckboy!eddie plagues my mind on the daily tbh

One thing about Eddie Munson, is that he will probably be the best fuck you ever had. Seriously though, he’s ruined every single man for you and you’re not even dating him. Being friends with benefits with Eddie is great don’t get me wrong…. up until it isn’t.

As per usual, your routine involves going over to the trailer every friday- lest either of you has something planned for the night. This friday is no different, he had yet to say if anything came up so you’d just assumed that everything was on track.

Now look, being friends with benefits doesn’t necessarily mean that either of you are strictly seeing the other person, but you would at least expect him to tell you if he was seeing other girls. Since he never did you naturally assumed that he was the seeing anyone other than you. Thats where you fucked up for the second time. When it comes to Eddie, assuming isn’t a guarantee, and quite frequently assuming leads to him managing to do the complete opposite of what you’d think he would.

Knocking on the trailer door, you heard a few muffled swears as well as shuffling feet- which only came to a halt as Eddie opened the door. Cheeks flushed, bangs stuck against his forehead by a sheer layer of sweat and wide eyes as he looks at you. A good five seconds pass when you noticed *her*. Jess was her name? You don’t remember clearly, being that when you had first met her Eddie was more occupied in getting you into The Hideout’s bathroom for a quick fuck than to introduce the two of you. Instead of saying anything, he simply gapes at you while you awkwardly shift your weight, lips in a flat line.

“Oh, uh, sorry. I didn’t realize you had company… next time just maybe let me know?” You try your best to keep your voice steady, even though your heart felt like it had dropped to your stomach. What would be the point in getting mad? You two aren’t together. Quickly gathering your composure, you start heading back to your car, leaving a very dumbfounded eddie at the door. It takes him a few seconds to compute whatever fuck up he had just done before he’s running after you (more like jogging, but still he was trying to get to you before you hopped into the car), grabbing your arm right as you’re about to open the car door.

“Shit, baby please let me explain” Eddie’s voice sounds strained, much too guilty for your liking. Shaking your head, you refuse to look at him.

“Eddie ‘s fine, you don’t have to explain anything” You murmur, really not wanting to have this uncomfortable conversation whilst Jess was sitting in the trailer half naked, waiting for him to go back.

If you didn’t know better, you’d think he’d seen a ghost as to how pale he had become. His thumb brushes against your arm in attempt to comfort you, or actually comfort him because right now he’s freaking the fuck out. You successfully shake your arm away, opening the car door and swiftly hopping in the driver’s seat without him getting ahold of you.

“Sweetheart please, we can talk about this I promise. I forgot to call you” Yeah that was definitely not what you wanted to hear. He simply forgot to tell you that instead of fucking you like he has for the last 7 months, he was going to fuck some random chick he barely knows from a nasty ass bar. Great. You scoff incredulously, not believing the words that are coming out of his mouth. Without saying another word, you turn the car engine on and drive away.

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thecynthh · 4 months

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smart ass - M.S pt 2

synopsis - matt’s not doing to well with his schooling but is determined to get his degree and pass his classes. one essay which is a huge part of their grade haunts him with a bad mark, luckily y/n is willing to him him

notes - college setting, matt gets more attention ! not proofread!

authors notes - sooo i hope yalls like this, its shorter than i would like it to be but nonetheless its out! hope you guys like this one and i promise ill be updating again soon. also taglist soon! ill be asking who wants to be on it very soon and making an official intro and masterlist soon. thank you to everyone who enjoyed the first part of smart ass!

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6:14 pm

friday night rolled around faster than i thought it would, i strip off my diner uniform laying down in my bed in just my undergarments. i lay out a large sigh letting myself melt into my bed.

my phone buzzed beside me with a notification posted on my lock screen.

Matt S 🐼

8120 palace road 7 pm, see u soon :) 6:18 pm

i drop my phone back down, ill just close my eyes for a second, cus that shift really took it out of me. my eyes fell and a light sleep rushed over me.

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10:17

buzz. buzz. buzz.

i swiftly sit up and hear the repetitive ring of my cell phone. i see many notifications from my multiple social media apps and from matt. oh shit. MATT! I completely forgot about him!

Matt S 🐼

hey are u still coming over? 7:32pm

i know we agreed on 7 but if you need time just tell me 7:55

just get over here when u’re able too, please get here safe 8:57pm

oh shit oh shit oh shit. i quickly slip on some sweats and a baggy crew neck and grabs my school bag, im glad i thought about packing it before work today. i swipe up my laptop from my small desk and dash out the door. my car unlocks as i drop everything that was in my arms onto the seat next to me and step on the pedal getting there as fast as i possibly could.

i see the outside of the larger house neighborhood and finally get to the house I was told to come too, pulling into the driveway. I see a silhouette of a man in one of the windows.

i grab all of my belongings scrambling to the door, clicking the doorbell. I hear a melodic tune ring throughout the house. footsteps grace the front door as the door swings open. matt's eyes widen as they scan my body.

He pushes the storm door open and says “oh you came.”

“im SO sorry matt, i came home after my shift and i ended up falling asleep on my bed because there was this mishap at the diner and i got blamed for it and i swear to god my boss is such an idiot and im so fed up with his bullshit.” i take a deep breath in “and then i know we agreed again i fell asleep like a goddamn idiot.”

he just stared at me like i was the idiot, “im sorry is what i meant to say.” i continued

he chuckles a little before stepping back slightly giving me space to enter, “hey its alright just come on in. follow me.” he says using his hand signaling to come along.

we make it to a fairly large bedroom, i see a gaming setup squished onto a desk that was clearly not meant for housing gaming paraphernalia. “you can throw whatever we need onto the bed, we can just study there. and get comfortable. I know it's late but i'm still okay to stay up and we can even order coffee and some food as well if we get hungry. there’s not much in the fridge but chris’ soda if i’m being honest.”

“i’m alright for right now so let’s just get started on studying” i say to him.

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1:29

“did you get that?” i ask matt after reviewing what we just went through.

“yuuuup” he says with a smile, i noticed that his eyes squint when he smiles or laughs, its cute. i don't really think he got half of what i was saying but i think i got my point across.

“ i think it’s a good time to take a break, and plus we’ve been at this for 2 hours already.” i lay my head down against his plethora of pillows and just take a deep breath in. he copies me and comes falling down onto his bed.

i feel his weight shift as he reaches over for a remote to turn on the tv in front of us booting up netflix. moving down to his recently watched “brooklyn 99” begins to play as i hear the familiar voice of andy samberg talking. the theme song plays as i look over the boy beside me.

“you like brooklyn 99?” i ask him with a furrowed brow pasted across my face.

“god i love this show, every single episode.” he tells me looking back at me, his eyes stray from my eyes to my lips to my body. i didnt mind it to be honest, i kinda liked it if anything.

I directed my sight back to the show. We sat in a comfortable silence but i couldn’t stay focused for long as my eyes wandered over to his sweats, then his hand near them. being fair he actually was pretty fine, i heard rumors before that he slept around a bit a year ago but it was old news quickly.

as we near our third episode my eyes feel heavy and all my cares slipped away again as i drift off to sleep in his bed.

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2:49

ugh, i wake up feeling incredibly hot. i rip off my sweater and dip underneath the covers, wow my sheets feel really nice, very fluffy….

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #matthew sturniolo #matthew bernard sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x reader #Spotify

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someplace-darker · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 10: Drunk Sex | Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie munson x reader (no y/n)

Wordcount: 1.3k

Warnings: 18+, PWP, Drunk sex, dubcon due to said drunkness, riding, implied facesitting, no protection (wrap it!!), semi-public sex (they're in his van in the woods but whatever), reader is afab but no pronouns are used

Summary: Eddie picks you up to celebrate his birthday with whiskey and stargazing, only to end up getting a present from you in a different form than usual.

A/N: holy shit i told myself i would make this one only like 800 words but noooo I had to push. This is also kind of cute and intimate. Oh well, it's late and i'm tired! I haven't written for Eddie in a second but I hope yall enjoy!

It’s cold in Eddie’s van, the back doors open to ‘let some air in’ as he had said, but you wonder if it’s actually just an excuse to tangle your legs with his and press your flushed cheek to his equally warm chest. He had picked you up from your job, insisting that you ride with him and he’d take you back to your car in the morning. You agreed, since it was his birthday and god he just had to look at you with the widest eyes possible.

So, you sat in his van drinking and telling stories until the sun set behind the hills of Hawkins, now pointing at the stars and naming them. Eddie loves listening to you talk about the stars, even if you are forgetting a few of them right now and he has no clue what you’re talking about.

“See that one?” you question, waggling your finger at the sky until he looks away from you, peering out the back. “I think so,” he murmurs, voice low and slurred just slightly, the warm whiskey settling into the pit of your stomachs easily. “It’s a bear,” you hum, dropping your hand back down to hold his waist, nosing against his chest until he turns his head and kisses your temple.

“I don’t know how you remember all of this stuff, baby,” Eddie shifts to pull your body on top of his, grunting when you settle completely. A breeze blows through the back, making you shiver and press harder into him as if he could fight the wind for you. If you would ask him, he’d say yes. “We learned about it in fifth grade Eds, I just don’t think you were listening,” Eddie grunts as you shift, hands settling on your ass to keep you from moving more.

“Probably not,” he confirms, groaning under his breath when you move again, unknowingly pressing down onto his crotch. It takes a bit longer for your brain to catch up with Eddie’s predicament, his cock pressing into your abdomen for about two minutes before you notice.

“Oh,” you grin, planting your hands on the floor beside his shoulders and pushing yourself up until you’re seated on him. It’s dark to the point that you need to squint to truly see him, his hair frizzed and splayed out beneath his head, cheeks tinted rosy red from the celebratory alcohol in his system. “Can I give you a present, Eddie? Do you want me to ride you?” you whisper, waiting for an answer before moving any further.

His tongue flits out to wet his lips, his grip on your backside firm as he pulls you forward in a short motion that causes you both to moan “yes, please.”

Your movements are unbalanced as you try to back up enough to tug at the button of his faded jeans, wobbling slightly and nearly toppling off of him as you both giggle at yourselves, Eddie’s hands coming up to hold yours until you’re able to gather your bearings once more. “Careful baby,” he grins, long lashes brushing against his cheekbones as he blinks up at you, adoration clouding his gaze. The warmth in his tone makes you shiver, forcing yourself to focus on the small metal piece keeping you from touching him. Eddie watches you with an amused expression, rubbing his thumbs against your thighs.

“Why is this so fucking hard,” you grumble, the buzz in your fingers becoming more annoying than it was enjoyable before. The button finally pops out of the loop after a minute, your arms shooting into the air as you whoop triumphantly. “That was s- so much fun to watch, seriously, I think we should do it again,” Eddie teases, jokingly reaching for it before you swat at his hand, tugging at the zipper and tugging the waistband past his ass to his mid-thigh.

“Yeah keep laughing shithead,” you say with as much affection as possible, fire lighting in your stomach when Eddies stops laughing to moan as your hand finally grips him under his boxers. His eyes pinch shut, lips parted around a gasp, your grip on his cock light as you twist your wrist and pump him in your hand.

“Baby, I love you so much and this is so fucking hot- but I will not last right now if you keep going,” Eddie forces out honestly, muttering curse words under his breath when you pull him free and climb back up his legs, bunching your skirt to your waist and pulling the crotch of your underwear to the side. The glimpse you get of his dick before you straddle him completely is one you’re grateful for, flush and twitching under your watchful eye, the tip beading with precum.

There’s something inherently romantic about riding him in the back of his van on his birthday after stargazing, and you wish that you could snap a picture of what he looks like at this moment. Splayed beneath you with bitten raw lips, brown curls sticking to his forehead and cheeks red from the alcohol in his system, letting you take the reins with such willingness and trust it makes your heart ache. You line yourself up with his cock and lower yourself just enough for him to press into you, then reaching for his hands and placing them on your hips.

“Go ahead, Eds. It’s your day. I’m yours,” your coo morphing into a sigh when he pulls you down at the same time he plants his feet to thrust up into you. It can’t be comfortable to have sex in a t-shirt and leather jacket but Eddie’s too focused on you to mind, ignoring the rapidly climbing temperature coming from the heat between your bodies.

“I’m so lucky,” Eddie grunts, eyes flicking to where his cock disappears into your cunt, awe written so deep into his features you wonder if that will become his permanent expression. The cotton of your underwear digs into the crook of your thigh uncomfortably, but the spinning in your head dismisses it, too focused on how each snap of his hips into yours makes your body light up.

Once his eyebrows pull tight and his eyes roll back you know he’s close, his coordination faltering more than it already was. You can see the focus on his features as he tries his hardest to hold back, letting go of your body to run his hands down his face in concentration, legs stilling.

“Give me- fuck, sorry, give me a second, I wanna make you cum first but I just- so close,” Eddie groans and you smile sweetly, even when you offer to make him feel good he’s still thinking of you foremost.

“It’s okay Eddie, you can cum,” you whisper, leaning back and placing your hands palm down beside his knees to move easier, the view it gives him a pro as well. Eddie blubbers senselessly, nodding with earnestness when you start grinding forward and down, swiveling your hips for added effect. You can feel the twitch of his dick inside of you, strings of fuck leaving his mouth before he taps your ass twice and you lift off of him, panting from the exertion while he pumps himself in his own hand before cumming with a whine onto your lower stomach.

It takes several moments for Eddie to gather his composure, blinking at you in all his drunken glory before chuckling quietly to himself. It’s cute, you think, the deliriousness of his orgasm mixing with the pussy drunk look on his face. You go to readjust your underwear back into their spot but Eddie grabs your wrist, wicked smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Take those off,” he speaks, honestly more of a breathy inhale than a statement. Raising an eyebrow questioningly, you agree “okay. May I ask why?” Eddie just hums and smacks your ass with a quick swat, making you yelp.

“You’re going to sit on my face.”

#kinktober #my writing #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson is alive and well thank you very much #yes they slept in the van he did not drive drunk #stranger things #stranger things fic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x y/n #eeeeeeeee #okay time to pump out another 1k words and then i can go to bed #I should really have prepped these like a month before

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strangerthingsstories5255 · 1 year

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Jealousy Jealousy. (R.B x fem!reader)

About: You and Robin have been best friends since you guys were in diapers. But you started having a small crush on her. It feels so wrong but so good at the same time…

Characters: Robin, Y/N, Steve, Nancy, Eddie.

WARNINGS: Swearing, Jealous!fem!reader, clueless!Robin, fear of rejection, Vikie being a slight bitch to Y/N, Robin going into protective mode for Y/N, not proof read, prob misspelling. (That's it i think)

A/N: Ok… So i love Robin/Maya Hawke and she was the reason i love girls lol, but i started brainstorming shit, and i came up with a reader who is jealous of Vikie. And i love turning good characters into assholes/prissy bitches sooo…. enjoy lmao.

1,575 words.

(BEFORE YALL TELL ME TO GIVE CREDS FOR THE GIF, THIS IS MY GIF!)

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“Hey Y/N, can you take my shift? I have to go do something.” Robin asks you. “Uh, where the hell is steve? I’m running his shift too. Rob, i dont know if I can run both of y’alls shifts. That's difficult…” you tell her. “I’ll call Steve, but please Y/N?! Vikie asked me out! And I don't wanna miss it.” She pleads. “Fine…” you finally give up. “You’re the best!” she yells as she runs out the door. You don’t know why, but you feel kind of…Jealous? As you’re lost in thought, Steve walks through the door. “Hey Y/N, Where's Robin?” he asks. “Hm?” you look up, “oh. She went on a date with Vikie.” you tell him. You accidentally said Vikie’s name with a weird tone in your voice, that Steve of course noticed. “And you’re not okay with it?” he questioned. “What? Of course i'm okay with it, she’s my best friend” you defend yourself. “Yeah right, I heard that tone when you said Vikei’s name. Why don’t you like Vikie?” Steve asked. “It’s not that I don’t like her, it’s the fact that- nevermind…” you quickly stop yourself. “No! No, you tell me what’s going on.” Steve pushes. “Fine! I have a crush on Robin! I’ve had a crush on her since we were 12, my crush on her has gotten worse! But I can't do anything about it! Y’know why?! Because I'm her best friend, and I'll always be her best friend and nothing more.” you tell Steve, and he looks shocked. “Well… Talk to her about it. Maybe she feels the same.” He suggests. “Doesn’t she tell you everything?” you ask, and he nods. “Can you ask her if she would ever date me? ONLY if she and Vikie arent dating. Please?” you beg. “Okay.” He says. Right after yours and Steve’s conversation, Robin comes into the store happy. Oh no… you think. “She wants another date!!” Robin says excitedly. “Oh..” you say, it’s all you can think of to say. “WE’RE happy for you Robin.” Steve said, with extra emphasis on the we’re. “Y/N? Are you okay? You look sick.” Robin asks, concerned.”y-yeah, im fine i just had bad food today…” the lie slips off your tongue. “Okay… well go home and get some rest, yeah?” Robin suggests and Steve agrees. “Yeah, that's a good idea.” you say.You tell them bye and leave.

As soon as you get home you start tearing up, why me?! You think. This feels like torture. You call Eddie to see if you can get some weed from him, “Why do you need it?” he asks. “It’s not important. Just give it to me please.” you tell him. “I usually charge $50, but since we’re friends, and you seem to really need it, I'll charge $25.” He tells you. “Thanks…” you tell him. After you took the weed and told Eddie goodbye, you went home and layed down.

You fell asleep on your bed, and you were sleeping well until your phone started ringing. “Hello?” you ask tiredly. “Hi!” It’s Robin… “Hey Rob, what’s up?” you ask. “So, I was wondering if you’d wanna come to movie night tonight?” she asked. “Uh- yeah, of course. What time?” you asked back. “Uhhhh. Hold on.” she says. “Dingus said it’s at 7:00. Don’t be late!” she said with a lot of energy before hanging up. You look down at your watch, the clock says 6:30. Shit you think. It’s a movie night, I need something comfy… You think, so you pick out a grey-ish green hoodie that Robin gave you 3 years ago for your 15th birthday, black leggings, and boots. You put your hair in a messy bun, and left.

You got to Steve's house around 7:10, but they didn’t care. As soon as you walked in, you saw Vikie and Robin sitting next to each other, go figure, so you went into the kitchen to make popcorn. To forget about your jealousy against Vikie, you counted how many times you heard a pop. At the 13th pop, you heard someone clear their throat, so naturally you turned around, and in the doorway was Steve. “So…uh did you talk to-'' he pauses, nodding his head toward the room Vikie and Robin were in. “No, I haven't. And I can't!” You whisper-yell at him. “Why not?!” he whisper-yells back. “Vikie is in there! I can’t do that to vikie or robin!!” you say quietly. “Fine.” He finally gives up. “Thank you!” you say and walk out of the kitchen and into the living room.

You sit next to Vikie, since Steve is sitting by Robin, and wait for Steve to start the movie. “So…Y/N, right?” Vikie asked. “Uh, yeah.” you answer, giving her a slight smile. “Robin talks about you. You guys are best friends, yeah?” She keeps asking questions. “Yes, yes we are. Is that an issue??” you ask. Vikie looks at Robin for a second, “No. Not at all.” She smiles. Then she leans in and whispers, “Don’t try anything. I heard you and Harrington in the kitchen. She’s mine and I’ve waited years for her, you’re not gonna take her away or I swear to god I’ll-” she got cut off by Robin asking if she was ok. Vikie nodded, and glanced back at you with an evil eye. You suddenly felt unnerved, and threatened. “I- I got to go to the bathroom.” You announce and stand up quickly. “Do you want me to pause the movie or-” Steve starts to say but you cut him off, “Nope! Keep it on. I don’t wanna make y’all wait a while…” you say as you run down to the bathroom and lock the door.

A couple minutes later, you heard a knock on the door. “Knock knock, it’s me.” Said the voice. You knew that voice anywhere. It was Robin. So you pretend to be sick. “H-Hey Robs, what do you need?” you say, while throwing some coughs in the middle of talking. “Oh. Do you feel well?” She asks through the door. “Uhm- no. i don’t feel well, tell Steve i'm running a fever, please” you say. “Of course!” she says, sounding worried about you.

Not even 5 minutes after Robin walked off, Steve knocked. “Can I come in?” he asks. “Mhm” you say. He opens the door and shuts it behind him, then he sits next to you. “What’s wrong?” He asks, worried. “I want to go home…” you tell him. “Why? What happened?” He throws questions around asking if you’re feeling ok, or if you’re hurt in any way. “Uhm- Vikie whispered something to me, and now i don’t know if i wanna stay…” You tell him about what she told you and how it made you feel. “What if she tells Robin?! Steve Vikie can ruin my friendship with Robin real quick. She heard us talking in the kitchen…” Your voice trails off. Little did you guys know, Robin was on the outside listening. She couldn’t believe that Vikie said that to you. But she also couldn’t believe that YOU liked HER. She felt like she was dreaming. She had a crush on you for years, but she could never imagine you liking her back, so she went after Vikie, in hopes to get rid of her crush on you, but it didn’t work. Robin was furious with Vikie. So Robin went up to her, “What were you thinking?! You can’t just threaten my friends!” Robin yells, so loud you and Steve hear it. “I- I don’t know what you’re talking about babe-” Vikie tries, but Robin stops her, “No! Don’t ‘babe’ me! I don’t like the fact that Y/N isn't in here with us, because you just had to start shit with her!” She yells. “It’s not my fault that she has a huge ass crush on you!” Vikie yells back. “What makes you think we’re dating Vikie?! We went on one date!” Robin says to her. Vikie looks shocked. “I- I thought-” Vikie can’t finish her sentence, because Robin keeps going. “No! I don’t date people who like being assholes to my friends! Espeically people who threaten my best friend! I’ve known Y/N way longer than anybody! So I have no issue kicking your ass out if it comes to her!” Robin says, still pissed. You walk out of the bathroom and Vikie looks at you like she’s gonna kill you. Robin catches this look and goes into protective mode, “Don’t even fucking look at her. She didn’t do shit to you.” This shocks everyone, including you. You’ve never seen her this protective. “You know what? Get out. I don’t want to see you around me or Y/N. Got it?” Robin asked. “But-” Vikie starts, “Get the fuck out!” Robin yells. And Vikie leaves. “Robin, why’d you-” you start to ask why she ruined her love life for you, but she stopped you before you could finish, “Do you really like me…Y’know more than a friend?” She asks. You nod, shyly. “Thank god! I’ve liked you for a while now, but I was so scared to tell you and-” Robin started to ramble, so you shut her up by kissing her. After you guys pulled away you looked into her eyes, “Well you have me now.” You smile at her. You two totally forgot where y’all were, until Steve asked, “Are we gonna finish the movie now, or what?”

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A/N #2: This is my first Robin fic... I hope it's at least decent lol. I tried.

#stranger things #jealous reader #robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you

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aurelia1uvscats · 1 year

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𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐧 | Nagito Komaeda ੈ✩‧₊˚

word count: 1,637

warnings: none! fluff and comfort fem!reader

[notes]: yall this is my first fanfic ever owmwshwjhssj please dont mind it being absolutely CRINGE and BAD ive read this so many times that i despise this fic idc if it has mistakes im not READING THIS AGAIN 😭😭 also this fic is just sum beach walking and comforting komaeda

⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

The sulphury smell of the ocean enters your nostrils while you walk along the nearby shores of the beach. The wind blows gently at you, it tugs your hair a tinsy bit. You close your eyes, slowly taking a moment to inhale the intoxicating aroma with ease. The more you move forward in your path, the more footprints you set on the sand, in which the ocean will wash away eventually, and leave remains of nothing. You favored walks on the beach. It helped you concentrate and relieve all that pent-up stress within you. Not only that, but the beach gave you a sense of familiarity, it felt like a home to you.

The boy that had accompanied you on your stroll walked with the same peaceful aura as you. He was carrying a green umbrella due to his pale skin having the tendency to get burnt easily, such an inconvenience to him in which you found adoring. You halted to a stop and the boy behind you mimicked your actions, he looked at you with curiosity painted on his face. You begin gazing at the horizon at the end of the ocean, entranced by the beauty the world had to offer. The horizon displayed ombre colors consisting of various types of blue, with a small tint of yellow from the sun. You begin smiling with content. Not only was it due to the capturing scene bestowed upon your eyes, it was a result of the boy’s comforting presence as well. You were enamored by him, he had a very peculiar way of seeing the world, he had piqued your interest from the very beginning. Komaeda would support you at any given time, his undying kindness always took a toll on you, it prevented you from thinking straight. You weren’t sure what you felt towards him, but you could say for certain that you felt a compelling attraction towards him, you wanted him to remain by your side, always. Though, the way he would talk down to himself was something you much disliked about the boy. You loathed the way he perceived himself, the boy had extraordinary qualities, and yet he would still wear himself down. You wish he would see himself the way you saw him, An entracing work of art.

The boy’s smile by this time was plastered on his face, admiring you with the most adoring eyes. He wondered, what exactly were you thinking of? Komaeda cherished the moments you two would spend together. He felt that you completed him as a person, you made him want to experience many things he hadn’t indulged in before. He was spiraling with emotions due to your effect, he simply didn’t know what to do anymore. He preferred not to disgrace you with his execrable feelings, so he leaned for the choice to keep them confidential. Though, he did find that just being in your presence was simply enough for him.

You slowly turned your gaze towards him, noticing he was already staring at you with a warm smile. Could he have heard you thinking? Red tints begin spreading across your face, it begins stretching towards your ears.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled softly, avoiding his gaze.

“I always tend to get distracted when it comes to the beach.”

“It makes me think a lot,” you tell him, beginning to fidget with your hair. You shift your eyes back to him a bit.

The boy gives you a small chuckle, reassuring you he didn’t mind it.

“Hanging out with you is more than I could ask for y/n…My luck has truly blessed me today.” He meets your gaze and gives you a warm smile, slightly tilting his head. You could hear the thudding of your heart through your ears, it felt like it was going to combust, the effect he had on you was insane.

“Though, I should ask why you asked me of all people to accompany you.” He began.

“I’m just a nobody, someone who has no place to be near a talented ultimate as yourself…Let alone walk with you! I would ruin the view for you with my terrible constant talking and…”

You faced him with intense eyes, a sweat bead goes down his forehead.

“Ah, seems I did just that, huh? I’ll just go back to staying quiet, so please continue.”

You began approaching him slowly, still maintaining the intense eye contact. Komaeda didn’t seem to step back.

“I must have truly angered you… My apologies, y/n. Feel free to punish me as you wish.”

You approached so close that Komaeda dropped his green umbrella onto the sand. He just stared at you in a confused manner, he seemed disappointed you hadn’t punished him yet.

Komaeda watched your lips part, awaiting the insult. You start, “I’m not mad Komaeda, I’m just simply admiring my view.”

“Your view?” He repeated in a confused manner.

“I don't quite follow.”

“Can't you see Komaeda? You’re my view.” Komaedas eyes widen at her sudden comment, he’s completely stunned. Did he hear you correctly?

“What…?” He asked,

“I’d rather much watch you than any other horizon.” You happily admit, returning the warm smile he had given you earlier. His eyes widened, a flush crept upon his face. Then you were hit by the sudden realization of your bold comments… Your brain broke a fuse.

“Yeah!! But, I don’t mean it in a weird way, please don’t misunderstand me. It’s just that I find you more intriguing than the horizon. Uh, That wasn’t phrased correctly either. What I mean is that-“

“Please…. Don’t say things like that, y/n. You don’t want to taint your eyes with trash like me.”

“Komaeda….”

The umbrella he had dropped had been taken away by the shore. And you and Komaeda stared at each other silently, all that was heard was the sound of the waves. Why did he hate himself so much? You could go on for days talking about all his good qualities and perfect personality. You wish you had met him earlier, maybe you could’ve stopped him from hating himself so much, maybe he could’ve appreciated himself better and see that his presence does matter in this world. But, that wasn’t the current situation… You had to commit another bold move, though you would dread on it later, you had to do something.

You abruptly reached out for his clammy hands and clasped onto them. Komaeda jumped at your sudden action.

“Komaeda,” you inhaled deeply and began,

“You’re very important to me. I don’t care about tainting myself with you. I’ll take the risk again and again because I genuinely enjoy being in your presence.”

“One day, I truly hope you see yourself the way I do. I think of you as a man who's intriguing, thoughtful, warm-hearted, understanding,” You kept listing every single quality that came to your brain nonstop, you had no filter.

Komaeda removed his right hand from your grasp and gently placed it upon your mouth. You slowly began opening your eyes… You hadn’t sunk his reaction since you had shut your eyes closed when you began talking. Komaeda’s face seemed very flushed, or so you thought, maybe it was due to the sun’s rays striking upon his pale skin… You on the other hand weren't aware on how your reaction was displayed, all you knew was you felt like you might pass out at any moment.

Komaeda is the first one to break the silence.

“Do… you really see me in that way, y/n…?” He asked while removing his hand from your mouth. He anxiously waited for your answer while his jaw clenched.

“Y-yeah. I do…” you release his other hand softly.

You saw his eyes widen once again, and then they begin turning glossy…. His facial expression contorting to one of sadness and mouth slowly held out agape. You were alerted by his sudden change of emotion and began rethinking on what you may have said for him to react this certain way. His knees slowly buckled, and he was falling to the sand, you clutched his shoulders with all your might and held onto him, falling in a sitting position in the sand with him. You stayed in that position for what felt an eternity, the sand on the ground bruised your knees a tiny bit, but certainly you didn’t mind it at all. You let him cry it all out while rubbing circles on his back as a way to calm him down. After he finished, he managed to mutter:

“Thank you so much, y/n.” He faced you with small tear beads in his eyes. You realize that he wasn’t crying due to a comment you had said, but crying due to someone expressing such strong feelings towards him. He’s never received such bombardment of compliments before.

“You’re welcome Komaeda.” You tell him, whilst swiping his remaining tears with your thumb.

“How about we continue with our walk, yeah?” You offered, letting go of him and standing up. You stretch out your hand towards him with a warm smile. He shyly nodded and gladly accepts it, he stands up as well.

Even while standing up, you two never separated your hands, both of you held them firmly. You were flushed at such a fact, but still went onwards with your walk. You looked at Komaeda, and he was smiling with such content, your heart melted once again. If you had managed to convey such colossal amount of compliments, then surely confessing should be easier, but, right now didn't seem like the perfect moment to confess… You wanted to enjoy your remaining walk with him, making him feel completely cherished.

“You have a purpose, Nagito Komaeda...” You mumbled to him out of nowhere.

That’s all he needed to hear.

#nagito x reader #nagito komaeda #nagito x y/n #nagito smut #danganronpa #sdr2 #sdr2 goodbye despair #sdr2 chiaki #sdra2 #danganronpa sdr2 #sdr2 nagito #junko fucking enoshima #fanfic #idk anymore #idk what to tag this as

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wingsofimagery · 10 months

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Healing Aurora | Prologue

❂ Summary: Supernatural Inn & Spa Owner/Keeper!MC x Multi-route (haha... ik) ❂ Characters: ATEEZ, Stray Kids, TXT, Lee Chaeryeong, Miyawaki Sakura, Huening siblings ❂ Genre: General/Supernational ❂ Warnings: N/A ❂ Word Count: 760 ❂ A/N: Don't yall just love that I disappear for a long time and come back with a new work that's either never updating again or is a disappointment? LOL JK... Life's been a bit—way—rough lately but please enjoy! I'd appreciate likes and/or reblogs. Please give my works some love! Comments not mandatory~ ** TO THE IMPORTANT PART: Please note this story can be read out of order... kinda. ** Banner credit to my friend, she was so sweet to help me make simple mood banners for each chara so just you wait~ LOL

One moment, your eyes were closed to take a nap; the next, they opened to meet the eyes of a fennec fox. Round and glossy, the eyes peered deep into you. You blinked, and it blinked back in response. What it does next freaked you out.

“Oh good! I’m going to tell Chan-hyung you woke up!” it chirped.

“YOU SPEAK!” you screeched, sitting up immediately in shock.

“What do you mean? Oh no, you lost your memories, didn’t you? We were warned about this. I was hoping it wasn’t true! S-stay right there!”

The fox did not wait for you to respond. Instead, it ran straight out toward the destination it had in mind.

While you sat there contemplating whether to make or break for it; you paused to take in what the fox said. Lost memories? You looked around the room and realized how different it was from the one you were accommodated to. Indeed the color was your favorite color, but everything else seemed different from your own room. You were highly confused about where you were, but somewhere in your heart, this place feels like home.

The door slid open, and in walked three additional figures, though the fox was nowhere to be seen. They were humans, but something told you they were not so simply put. The one with pointed ears (you found yourself curious but not surprised) took your hand in his. He watched your eyes twinkle with recognition.

“It seems I don’t have to reintroduce myself. How do you feel, my princette?”

You shifted from your position, then shrugged your shoulders. You could not give him a proper answer. You did not feel terrible, but you did not feel good either. You were in a state between indifference and confusion, but you knew his name and who he was to you. You wish you could say the same for the other two.

“I am not really sure, Soobin. I’m feeling so out of it. It’s not even funny,” you scoffed in disbelief when his name left your lips. How were you able to suddenly remember his name?

“Well, princette, let’s start with something easy. Like, do you remember us?”

Your gaze fell upon the half-black half-blond-haired individual who questioned you. You shook your head. You then looked at the person next to him, his orange hair stood out but, again, you shook your head, unable to recognize him.

“How did you know who Soobin is?”

“I don’t,” you replied, “I touched Soobin’s hand and suddenly I know who he is.”

“Just his name?”

“Everything that has to do with him.”

“Is that why your eye sparkled like a shooting star passing through the sky?” The cruella-haired asked.

“You noticed that too,” orange noted, “let’s test it out.”

He walked forward and asked for your hand, to which you wordlessly placed on top of his. Once again, a dim white light flashed across your eyes, catching all three’s attention.

“Chan.”

“Princette.”

A smile was shared between the two of you before the cruella-haired male asked for his turn. You obliged and, for the third time in moments, your eyes gleamed in the exact way Hongjoong had described it. So that was his name.

“Welcome back, Princette,” he softly kissed the back of your hand before pulling back to stand with Chan and Soobin.

“Looks like we’re going to have to reintroduce you to everyone through touch slowly. It’s a good thing the method of regaining memory is discovered early,” Chan nodded, happy to know the problem was not that big of a problem to begin with.

“It will be a bit of a journey since there’s quite a many of us,” Soobin commented with a sigh but was smiling nonetheless.

“Let’s get a head start then. Are you ready to get out of bed, Princette? It’s about time we got you some food as well,” Hongjoong presented you with his hand again.

Grabbing hold of his hand, you walked with him, Chan, and Soobin out of the room you were staying in. Whatever awaited you on the other side was surely going to be a feat, but you had a feeling nobody here would harm you. Questions arose, many of which were answers that would not be so simply answered by yourself— or quite possibly the others. Just how long will it take to regain the memories of this life? Will you retain the memories of the other life? You were deep in thought, allowing Hongjoong to guide you to wherever you guys were heading.

#txt scenarios #kpop scenarios #stray kids scenarios #ateez scenarios #stray kids x reader #txt x reader #tomorrow x together x reader #ateez x reader

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kyufessions · 1 year

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parlor

synopsis: you accompany your boyfriend to the tattoo and piercing parlor

genre: just fluff

pairings: boyfriend! keeho x g.n. s/o

word count: 0.8k

a/n: just a small, shitty writing. we need keeho with a nose ring yall <;/3

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana

“are you sure you wanna do this?” you question your boyfriend, rubbing small circles onto his forearm as he signs some paperwork on the black clipboard in front of him.

his facial expression never changes, the excitement yet hint of nervousness never fading an inch. the small smile tugging at the corner of his lips brings one upon yours as well. “i’m positive!” he exclaims, dotting his last ‘I’ before putting all the papers back in neat order for the piercer. “i’ve been waiting for years for this, i’m not backing down now.”

“you said that before and did just that.”

“hey, im a changed man now.”

“keeho, baby, that was only two weeks ago.”

you watched him stand up with a small, dramatic grunt. “like i said: a changed man.” he walked over to the counter, handing the piercer the clipboard and saying he was ready whenever the piercer themselves were with an excited smile.

shifting on the leather sofa to face his direction, you gave him a thumbs up as his eyes met yours. “did you want me to go back there with you?”

“please?” was all he said before the piercer told him he was all ready for him and started walking towards the piercing room down the hall with you and keeho following closely behind.

your hand slipped into his as you walked towards the room, rubbing small circles into the back of his hand to calm him down before getting his new piercing. your boyfriend wasn’t really one for piercings, but he’s been wanting to get a nose piercing ever since you met him a few years back. at first he said he wasn’t sure how he would look with one so he would just ‘sit on it’. then recently he decided to finally go through with getting one, except whenever he would park by the meter in front of the parlor he would drive off due to being too scared by the pain he would endure. but when he told you about his worries, you convinced him to go with you and promised to hold his hand throughout the piercing process- which he agreed to because there’s no else he’d want by his side through something like this.

keeho sat down on the leather bench, watching the piercer clean the tools and talking him through the quick and very minimal pain process. throughout the entire process, you held his hand tightly and never let go. you continued to rub circles into his hand and watched him as he took in deep breaths when instructed and exhaled whenever told to. watching the needle go through his nose and the jewelry being inserted, you noticed him not flinching one bit but also having his eyes closed the entire time with occasionally flickering open his eyes to peek at the process as if he were watching a scary movie.

after the piercer inserted a simple silver nose stud, the smile on your boyfriend's face grew as he noticed himself in the mirror. the love he had for this small piece of jewelry made your heart flutter tremendously- you can tell his confidence was boosted by this small seventy dollar piercing. you brought your lips to his hand, placing a small peck on one of his knuckles before his voice was heard.

“do you like it?” he questioned you, turning to face you as he pointed to his nose.

you nodded reassuringly, your smile almost as bright as his. “i love it! you look way better than i could have ever imagined, baby.”

the piercer cleaned everything up in the room before walking both of you to the counter, telling him everything he had to do to ensure the safety of his piercing. you both thanked them for his time, giving him a twenty dollar bill as a tip and heading out to his car. walking out hand in hand, he drags you over to the spray painted wall with art and begging you to take photos of him with his new jewelry.

“don’t i look so good?” he half-asked half-commented between photos, popping the collar of his jean jacket for a dramatic effect.

you nodded, a small laugh leaving your lips. “always have and always will, baby.”

“no but i look extra cool, don’t i? i feel unstoppable right now.” he replied, running towards you to look at the hundreds of photos you just took of him.

each one made him smile wider than the last, pointing out small flaws about the lighting from the setting sun or the way the nose stud accentuated his facial features. while he was busy admiring himself with his new piercing on his photos, you stood there with your arms snaked around his waist and head propped on top of his shoulder with stinging admiration. everything about him was utterly beautiful to you, you couldn’t feel more lucky to have someone this stunning to call yours.

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Not The Right Time Pt. 5

Summary: You and Jack go out for the first time in six years.

A/N: Ooo drama yall…

The energy in the room shifted at the presence of Tori.

“How the hell does yo ass manage to pop up everywhere, damn.”

She put her hand on her waist.

“Y’all know you love me.” Everyone in the room looked at each other with a awkward expression.

“Now you know damn well, none of us has ever said that shit Tori.” You choked out a laugh breaking the silence. She turned to you and walked over.

“Now who’s this little lady?” Riah clung to your leg, almost as if she could pick up some negative energy from her.

Jack stood next to Tori.

“Our daughter.” Her head snapped towards Jack then you.

“Daughter?” You nodded. And a fake smile appeared on her face.

“How cute. What’s your name sweetie.”

“Riah…” she said lowly.

Everyone in the room felt awkward making Jack escort Tori out.

“Alright Tori it’s time for you to go.”

“Kicking me out again Jack?” He nodded and they both turned, making they’re way to the door. “I need to talk to you before I go.” Jack groaned and followed her outside.

“So does anyone else thinks she weird or is it just me?” You asked making the group laugh.

“Hell yeah, ever since Jack and her had their little thing she’s been on another level for real.”

“What do you want Tori?”

“So this is the reason you broke shit off with me? You got another girl pregnant?!”

He sighed and rubbed his hand over face.

“God Tori what the fuck is wrong with you?! Tell me you’re not being serious right now. Riah is six years old, I was with Y/N way before I even met you. On top of that I ended things with you months ago!”

Tori began to cry making Jack scoff.

“But Jack I-“

“You’re crazy as fuck and I don’t want anything to do with you.” He turned back and went into the room.

Upon walking in he noticed you in the recording booth, hold Riah as she sang into the microphone. He watched from the outside and laughed along with everyone.

A couple hours went by and you and Jack sat on the couch while the guys played around with Riah.

“Let me take you out tonight.” You turned to look at him shocked. “You being for real?”

He chuckled.

“Yeah why wouldn’t I be?” You shrugged.

“I mean it Y/N, let’s go out to dinner. You can dress up real fine and we’ll have a nice night.”

“What about Riah?”

“We can watch her.” You turned to look at the guys.

“Really?

“Yeah we’ll be fine Y/N.” Urban reassured you. Your head turned to look back at Jack.

“Okay then, I’d love to go out with you.”

You and Jack walked out to the lobby, after saying goodbye to Riah and the guys.

“Send me your address and I’ll pick you up in a hour.”

“Sounds good.”

When you arrived back at your house you gave your mom a brief rundown about the introduction and how Jack wanted to take you out on a date. This would be the first date you’ve been on since having Riah and you were honestly a little nervous.

You decided to wear a simple red dress with black heels and your hair down. Not wanting to go overboard you did a simple beat with matte red lipstick.

The door bell rang and your mother opened it.

“Hello Jackman.” He became nervous and flashed back to the first time he took you out.

“Hello Miss L/N.”

“Please take care of my girls this time.”

His heart hurt.

“I will, I promise.”

You walked out to face Jack and was met with his lustful expression.

“You look-wow.”

“Must be good if you’re at a loss for words, but thank you. Shall we?” You grabbed onto his arm and he nodded.

“Have fun!”

The car ride to the restaurant was filled with you two bantering and catching up for the millionth time.

“So your mom never settled down again?”

“Nope she mainly focused on taking care of me and Ri. When grandma died she left us her house along with a good amount of money, that allowed me to put Riah into school.

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to keep apologizing Jack. You’re here now.” He took his hand off the wheel and held yours.

Once you made your way to the restaurant the evening went perfect, y’all had good food, good dessert and throughout the night, his eyes never left you.

“ I wanna get back together.” You almost choked on your drink.

“I’m serious, I never stopped loving you and being with you and Ri this past week have really confirmed it.” He reached across the table to hold your hand.

“Please just give us a chance, and I swear I’ll make up for everything.” You looked in his eyes.

“What about your career? I don’t want to be put on the back burner again.”

“You won’t be, you and Riah can stay here in Vegas or move in with me. I’ll fly you guys out, bring you on tours. I want us to be a family, for real.”

You processed his words.

“I want us to be a family too, let’s do it. Let’s get back together.” Jack got out of his seat and hugged you. A couple tears spilled from your eyes, making him cup your cheeks and wipe them with his thumbs.

“Hey now we don’t want to ruin this pretty makeup. At least not this way.” The both of you chuckled and he leaned down to kiss you.

After paying the both of you drove back to the studio excited to share the news.

“Urb we bout to head out and get some food to bring back real quick, you good?”

Urban looked up from playing with Riah.

“Yeah we’re good, don’t forget to bring us back something.” Nemo nodded then the group of boys left.

“This just means I get to be your favorite uncle!” Riah laughed as he tickled her. Urban really felt the urge to smoke real quick, and usually he would just do it in the studio. But he didn’t want to do it around Riah.

All the sudden Tori walked in to the studio again.

“Man Tori what are you doing here?”

“I forgot my damn wallet Jesus.” She bent down to pick up her wallet which was under the recording table. She looked at Urban seeing he was itchin to smoke.

“Urb you look like you’re feining right now.”

“I’m cool, I just want to smoke but I’ll wait till to the guys get back.” A devious idea appeared in her head.

“I’ll watch her.”

“No absolutely not.”

“Jesus Urban I’m not gonna kill her or anything. Just take like 2 minutes and come back.” Urban looked down at Riah feeling guilty. “I’ll be back in 2 minutes, okay Ri?” She nodded, letting him get up and walk out of the room.

Tori walked up to Riah.

“Hey sweetie.”

“Hello…”

“You wanna go get some snacks out of the vending machine?” Riah’s eyes lit up having been hungry for a while.

“Okay!”

Tori peeked her head out of the door to see Urban outside. She held Riah’s hand and led her to the vending machine.

“So where’s your mommy and daddy at?”

“Daddy took mommy on a date.” Tori bit her lip in anger.

“A date, how sweet!” Once they got to the vending machine Tori pulled out some dollars from her wallet. “Pick whatever you want.”

Riah reached up and touched the buttons.

“Hey Riah, how would you feel about having a sibling?”

You and Jack pulled up to the studio and saw Urban outside. “Hey y’all, how was date night?”

Jack grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on it while looking at you.

“That good huh?” All three of you chuckled.

“Where’s the guys.”

“They went to bring back food.” Something wasn’t right.

“But someone’s with Riah right?”

“Yeah I left her real quick in the room with Tori.”

“Tori?! Urban why the fuck would you leave my baby with a stranger?!” You ran into the building.

“It was only for a couple minutes I didn’t think it would be that bad.” Both the men trailed behind you and waited as you opened the door to the room.

Nothing. No one was there. Your anxiety rose and tears threatened to fall.

“Where are they Urban?!”

“They were in here a minute ago!” The three of you turned around to the sound of steps. Tori held Riah’s hand and walked up to the group.

You ran up to Riah and held her in your arms.

“Mommy what’s wrong?”

“Baby you can’t walk off and not tell anyone, especially with strangers!” Tori scoffed and Jack walked up to her with anger on his face.

“What the fuck are you doing here Tori?”

“I forgot my wallet.”

“So why the fuck are you walking around with my daughter.” Her arms folded over her chest.

“She was hungry so I got her some snacks from the vending machine.”

“Stay away from us Tori, I mean it.” Jack turned around and you picked up Riah then started walking to the exit.

“Jack!” They two of you turned back to face Tori.

“I’m pregnant.”

To Be Continued…

Tags: @nye18 @moody4world @slut4jackman @kalaharlow @skybridgerton @yonduismarrypoppins @divalicious-jessa-blog @primadxna-girl @letmebeyoureuphoria

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221bshrlocked · 3 years

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Fever in my Eyes

Pairing: The Mandalorian (Din Djarin) x Reader

Words: 8.5K (yeesh)

Warnings: Smut and Angst, my two faves. Blindfold. Breeding Kink!!! Things are consensual from both sides but since this is a sex pollen fic, some of you might consider it as non/con so please proceed with caution.

Summary: Felucia was not an ideal planet to track a quarry on and you find yourself in a sticky situation when you lose sight of the Mandalorian for a moment. An unexpected standoff between Mando and the bounty leads to you escaping back to the Razor Crest, unaware of the pollen which seeped into your nostrils and past your skin. What will the bounty hunter do once he realizes what you’re asking of him? And more importantly, is it worth risking whatever relationship he has with you?

A/N: As always, I am shit with summaries. It’s a sex pollen fic yall. I apologize if my smut isn’t as good as it used to be, I am trying. Also, please please please let me know how I did in the comments. This is only my second ever Star Wars fic and I was very reluctant to post it but Pedro Pascal made me do it because I cannot stop thinking of the man so here it is. Seriously, tell me how I did and what I can do to better my writing. There will be more Din Djarin fics to come :) Enjoy. And this is not beta’d!

This was not an ideal situation, but it never was. At least not ever since you took the ‘glorified babysitter’ position offered so graciously to you months ago. A short snort made its way past your lips as you walked through the greenery and recalled how you came into caring for the child currently biting and playing with your necklace. You looked down and smiled at him, not bothering to stop him from chewing down on the colorful jewels because you knew for a fact that if Mando heard you criticizing him over something so trivial, he might scold him and make him pout. Maker, the little womp rat made it so hard to be angry with him, let alone attempt to teach him some proper manners.

So busy playing with the Child, you didn’t notice when the bounty hunter suddenly came to a halt ahead of you. You walked right into his back and stumbled backwards, apologizing immediately when he turned around and tilted his visor to the side. You’ve grown to learn what each tild meant and at the moment, he was definitely a tad bit annoyed with you.

“S-sorry, I’ll pay attention.” Smiling awkwardly at the man in front of you, you waited until he turned around before narrowing your eyes at the kid currently giggling at your mistake. It was amazing how often he did that, almost as if he knew he was purposely getting you in trouble for his own entertainment.

“So you never actually told me why this bounty was so important,” your eyes searched your surroundings and marveled at the lush reaching all the way to the top of the strange trees, barely noticing the way the Mandalorian’s shoulders tensed before continuing to walk towards the edge of the forest. If there even was an edge to this jungle. Maker, this was such a weird planet, it smelled weird, it was too hot and too wet, and you sensed there was something strange with all the exotic plants beneath your feet.

When he didn’t respond, you slowly put the Child down and reached inside your satchel for a drink. As soon as the kid noticed the satchel, he waddled back to you and pulled on your cloak until you brought out his favorite blue biscuits.

“All I’m saying is, this bounty is weird. Who hides all the way out here anyways? I mean I have never heard of this place-”

“You’ve said that about the last four quarries.” You didn’t expect him to respond and eyed him cautiously, looking between him and the kid who continued to eat his snacks and understood absolutely nothing of what you were saying. A shiver ran down your spine when you noticed the way he put the tracking fob back in his pocket before slowly reaching for the blaster pistol. Reflexes instantly kicking in, you hurried to the Child and snatched him off the ground, shushing his little coos and preparing for the worst case scenario which was always, somehow, what transpired.

Silence filled the humid air and you tried to read the bounty hunter’s body language, knowing very well he was not one to say anything unless it was perhaps a little too late for you. His visor dragged through the dried prints on the grass and before you knew it, he was taking off towards the edge of the purple and pink plants. As you followed him, you felt your throat dry much quicker than usual. Thinking it was just the extreme weather of Felucia, you decided it was best to slow down and wait until the Mandalorian caught the bounty before following his path. He’d even told you once to not follow him if you ever saw him running off because that usually meant he was close to the quarry and wouldn’t need your aid. It was a little insulting in the beginning but you were caught during a shoot-out one too many times and understood he was only trying to look out for you and the kid.

But not even a full minute passed before you heard a sudden blast sound off from the trees above you and before you could figure out what was happening, a heavy weight landed on top of you, and you watched in horror as the kid flew out of your hand into a nearby puddle.

Trying your hardest to grab the blaster on your hip, you cried out in pain when you felt talons digging into your arms and twist them back. You didn’t know what else to do, eyes scanning the trees in hopes of finding the Mandalorian rushing towards you. But when you realized he was nowhere around, you looked at the kid and prayed he was alright. When you saw his large eyes blinking a few times before struggling to sit up, you knew there was only one outcome.

“Make a sound, and I will feast on your organs.” The stench of the creature filled your nostrils and you sobbed quietly at the implications behind his words. Taking one last look at the kid, you took a deep breath and pushed off the ground as hard as you can.

“MANDO!” As soon as you screamed his name, you felt three talons break the skin of your shoulder blades and drag all the way down to your lower back. You felt hot tears roll down your cheeks and hated how distressed the Child looked. Almost on queue, he was standing up and trying to waddle your way, refusing to listen to your little objections as you tried to tell him to run the opposite direction.

Before you could dwell on the many different ways you were about to die, you heard a large blast sound through the forest, throwing the creature off of you against one of the trees with a loud cracking noise. You looked up just in time to see the familiar glint of beskar coming closer through the greenery and as you tried to stand up, you felt the same weight behind you again, twisting the talons into your hair and pulling you to your feet.

You swallowed the lump in your throat when you felt the edge of the hunting knife against your throat. Eyes unable to focus on the figures in front of you, you blinked a few times and realized there were too many sensations hitting you. But the one seemingly outdoing all the others was the growing wet patch on your back and you soon felt sharp pain growing against your skin where the strange liquid rolled down your skin. You weren’t sure if it was blood or if it was drool from the thing behind you and a part of you didn’t care because what difference would it make.

“Should have known you were the only crazy one to come here...come after me.” A slithering whisper made its way past your ears and your knees buckled as you started to feel faint. But then the creature held you up roughly and pressed the knife harder against your throat, warning you against falling to the ground.

“Your problem is with me T'doshok. Let her go.” You vaguely saw the Child walk towards his father, relief washing over you when you knew he was safe once more. At some point, you’ve come to care more for him than for yourself and you were never sure if it was because he was so precious or because of how important he was to the Mandalorian.

“Aren’t we past formalities Mando? At least do me the honor of saying my name...old friend.”

Your gaze immediately shifted from the kid to the beskar-clad man standing in front of him. So they knew each other? Why didn’t he tell you? Did he still not trust you to know such matters until now?

“ Ni Kelir kyr'amur gar meh gar vaabir not ba'slanar kaysh.” You heard the Mandalorian growl through the visor and even though you didn’t understand what he said, you knew it was anything but friendly. Wait, that meant the T'doshok behind you understood Manod’a.

A sob escaped your throat when you felt the bounty laugh behind you at the warning.

“You can’t possibly mean that Mando.” If you didn’t know any better, you’d think there was a hint of surprise etched in the voice growling in your ear.

“Ni vaabir not baatir te waadas...believe me.” The conscious part of your brain wondered why he continued to speak in Mando’a. He knew you didn’t understand much of it…

The silence was almost deafening and you weren’t sure what was happening until your boss stepped forward and tilted his helmet to the side,

“Gedet'ye.” The modulated voice sounded strange to your ears. He was only ever this softly-spoken with the Child.

“Well, this is unexpected. In that case-” You didn’t have time to react, watching as the world twirled around you before you fell among the purple and pink flowers you were so impressed by earlier. A strange scent hit your nostrils but you couldn’t dwell on it for more than a few seconds. Willing yourself to stand up, you pushed off the ground as soon as you saw the kid waddling towards you. As soon as he tried to walk behind you, you knew what he was trying to do and picked him up before he could do anything.

“No little guy...you- I can’t...I need to make sure you’re okay.” You could faintly hear the sound of blasters going off for a few moments and by the time you managed to take the gun out of your holster, you saw the Mandalorian standing above an unconscious reptilian creature. So that’s what a T'doshok is…

Slowly making your way towards them, you blinked away the tears and wiped your eyes to try and clear your sight.

“Ad'ika, are you alright?” You shivered at the tone Mando was using with you. Dank Ferrik, you must have hit your head pretty hard if you thought the Mandalorian was worried about anyone but the green little thing in your arms.

“I- yes. I’ll be f-fine. Just-” You hadn’t meant to react the way you have but as soon as you felt his gloved hand touch your neck, you jerked away from him and held out your hand to stop him from coming any closer to you. Mando was shocked at your reaction and was glad to have something to hide behind. A few seconds passed in silence and you were still staring at him with wide open eyes and if he didn’t know any better, he’d think you were afraid of him. It occurred to him that it wasn’t shock that beat at his heart but a deep and twisting sense of hurt. And when he scanned your body language, he could tell you were trembling in front of him and the last thing he wanted to do was to give you another reason to fear him.

“Can you walk back to the-”

“Yes. I’ll- fu...I’ll take the kid.” Before he could say anything else, you were clutching the Child closer to your chest and walking back to the Razor Crest. You searched your mind to try and understand why you reacted the way you have to his touch but couldn’t find anything to explain the sharp pain striking through your insides. It was too much too quickly. Even though it wasn’t his skin, you felt neurons firing simultaneously as soon as he trailed his fingers down your neck. You hoped to the gods he wasn’t offended by your reaction because the last thing you needed was to drive him further away from you.

Barely making it back to the ship, you managed to go up the ladder and put the Child back in his crib in the cockpit before shutting it and locking the door behind you. Scrambling inside your mind for a moment, you turned to the ramp and walked towards the hatch before pushing in the code until it sealed shut.

In an instant, everything touching your skin was too rough and incredibly heavy. Before you could think twice about it, you were violently stripping out of your clothes, throwing them to the ground on your way to the refresher. As soon as you walked into the small room, you turned on the cold water and sighed heavily as it beat down on your heated skin.

“Not enough…” Crying to the empty room, you made sure the hot water wasn’t on before leaning back against the cool tiles of the walls. But no sooner than that were you hissing and pushing off of the wall. You completely forgot about the open gashes on your back and the shooting pain was almost instantaneous when you remembered just how large the wound was.

As you dwelled on the last hour or so, you felt your legs give out on you and before you knew it, you were sliding down to the floor. Eyes shutting slowly, you fell to the side and let the cold water run down your form. And as hard as you tried to stay awake, you couldn’t help your mind’s request as it begged to rest. You let sleep wash over you, the last sound ringing in your ear was Mando’s worried voice asking if you were okay.

Back outside, the bounty hunter was fuming with anger, not caring about how oddly violent he became with the quarry. He was never one to beat an unconscious being but something took over him when he saw the tears rolling down your cheeks. As he pushed his way through the forest, he thought back to the way you looked up at him with those innocent eyes. And he hated himself for the way his body reacted to your fragile body.

“Ni’duraa.” He whispered to himself when he saw the Crest come into view, continuing to pull the T'doshok until he walked up the ramp and onto the ship. It was awfully quiet but he decided to freeze the reptile before he walked around to look for you. Minutes later, he was ascending the ladder to the cockpit, unlocking it and reaching for the crib on his pilot chair. When he opened it and saw the kid cooing in his sleep, he shut it once more and left to look for you. It was strange how he couldn’t hear a single sound. You were normally talkative after a mission, and as he placed his weapons back on the wall, he noticed your clothes lying haphazardly on the ground. Mando sighed heavily as he picked them up, flushing violently when he saw the last two items leading into the refresher. Strange, you were never one to throw things around.

Not wanting to bother you anymore, he placed the clothes on your cot and ascended to the cockpit once more, wanting to leave Felucia as quickly as possible because he knew how the locals became when uninvited guests stayed for too long. As they left the sector, the Mandalorian couldn’t help but question why you were still in the refresher. You’d arrived long before him and it took him a while to navigate through the jungle because of how heavy the bounty was.

Putting the ship on auto-pilot, he made his way to the refresher but not before noticing a strange scent fill his nostrils. Looking down at his hands, he noticed a bright purple powder covering his gloves and as soon as he brought his hands up to the edge of the visor, he was hit with many different sensations, all of which he could distinctively place back to you. Your honey-scented soap, the orange tea he saw you constantly drinking, the smell of your sweat on a particularly hot day when you tried to fix the ship...

“Fuck…” He swore before wiping his gloves against his cloak and approached the refresher.

Knocking on the door, he waited a few moments for a response and breathed impatiently when you didn’t bother to say anything.

“Open up, Cyar'ika.” He wasn’t sure why he was suddenly using such endearing words to call for you and when he was met with more silence, he groaned in annoyance before warning you. “If you don’t open the door now, I will break it.” Normally, you would have clapped back with a snarky comment that would get his blood boiling but he knew something was wrong when you remained quiet. Throwing propriety out the window, he kicked the door open and walked in, eyes searching the small room until they fell on your unconscious form under the water.

“Maker,” kneeling to the ground, his heart clenched when he saw a viscous, black liquid oozing out of the gash on your back. How did he not notice this when you left? Quickly reaching for the left knob, he swore when he noticed the hot water wasn’t even on and almost broke the other one as he tried to switch it off. Why would you take such a cold shower when you weren’t even on a desert planet? Wiping your hair away from your face, the Mandalorian tried to wake you and began to feel anxiety seep into his clothes along with the water cascading down your body when he realized this was much worse than he thought. He took off his gloves and pushed you onto your back, trying his hardest to avert his gaze from your naked skin as he bent down and carried you out of the refresher.

Opening his quarters, he laid you on his covers before grabbing the anesthetic above him and turning you on your stomach to care for the wounds. As he sprayed your back, he noticed the way you groaned in your sleep and forced himself to attend to the task at hand. He hoped to the gods there wasn’t any poison in the wound before he grabbed the bacta spray and slowly made his way down the skin of your back. He sighed in relief when he noticed your skin slowly shifting and sealing itself, trying to calm his increasing heart rate when he remembered just how fragile and naked you were beneath him. Some sick part of him was attracted to you even in such a state and he wished more than anything for you to be awake and willing to-

This is not how he pictured seeing you for the first time.

When you started shifting beneath him, he kneeled away from you and covered your legs, continuing to care for the wound on your lower back until it started to close as well. By the time he put all the medication back in its place, you were turning around and moaning in discomfort and Mando realized it was because you were probably still freezing from the cold water. Taking off his cloak, he barely draped it on your sleeping form when you pushed it off and turned on your back. He felt the fabric of his pants tighten around his crotch and looked away from you.

“Please...too- too much. I can’t-” He couldn’t understand what you were trying to say and moved to place the cloak on you again, head instantly turning to your face when you smacked the offensive object away from him and began to trail your fingers down your skin. He hadn’t meant to and before he could stop himself, he was watching as your fingers made their way down to your hips before dipping into the space between your thighs.

Maker be damned, how were you so glistening and flushed?

“M-Mando?” His eyes snapped to your face and watched as you spread your legs until he positioned between them. “Mando I need...you. I need you please, this is- it hurts. I can’t...it hurts so much. Please h-help me.” Your voice was filled with dangerous requests, and he felt his cock twitch in his pants when he saw the way you reached for his thighs and dragged your nails down to his knees.

“Cyare, you don’t know what you’re asking.” He forced himself to keep his gaze on your face and nowhere else. But with every passing moment, the need to look at where he’d dreamt of feasting on for so many nights outgrew his respect for you.

“Mando...I want you, n-need you...please, I promise I’ll be good. So so good for you, just- oh maker I-”

The small part of his brain that wasn’t ruled by his pulsing cock finally figured out what was happening and he growled as he pushed off of you and out to your cot. Grabbing your shirt, he turned it around and saw the same purple powder that was on his gloves coloring the whole front of your cloak. He recalled back to what happened when he left you and remembered where the T'doshok pushed you before he attacked him.

Of course. The pollen from the spore plants.

Which meant that-

“Oh fuck.” The Mandalorian felt his insides churn when he realized what was taking place not ten feet away from him, and he felt his heart skip a beat when he knew what could potentially happen to you if your...needs weren't properly met. With reluctance, he made his way back to his sleeping cot and felt his chest tighten when he saw what you were doing.

You were on your side, fingers rubbing furiously at your soaking core and whimpering at the consistent and harsh touches passing through your nerves. But it wasn’t the mess you were making that caught his attention. No, it was the fact that you had his cowl twisted between your thighs and around your back. He watched in awe as you pushed your face into the rough material, taking in deep breaths to try and fill your nostrils with his scent. Taking one step closer to you, his eyes bore into your heated skin and he choked on air when he saw you lick at the hood of the cloak before taking your fingers out of your cunt and replacing them with his cowl. He couldn’t believe his eyes and the thought of wearing it around with your scent sticking to it broke him.

Mando looked around the ship for a few moments in an attempt to think of what he should do. Swallowing the dry lump in his throat, he approached your slowly and gasped when he met your eyes and saw the way you were looking at him.

“M-mando! Please...fuck me. I- I need you to...don’t c-care how. I promise I’ll do anything, wh-whatever you want...ple-please.” Chills ran down your spine when you forced yourself to throw the cowl away. Turning around, you laid on your stomach and took a deep breath before raising your lower half off of the covers. As you rested your head on your arm and bit into your wrist, you looked back to the beskar-clad man, silently pleading with him while swaying your ass in the air.

“Gota'la…” Before the Mandalorian could talk himself out of it, he was kicking his heavy shoes away and making his way closer to you. A part of him screamed that of the two of you, he was the one less affected by the pollen and was technically responsible for whatever transpired next. And he was close to asking you if you were sure you wanted to take this further if it weren’t for the way you reached beneath you and faintly trailed your fingers through your soaking slit.

“Ad'ika, gar cuyir mesh'la.” He was speaking to himself more than to you and smiled to himself when he noticed your cunt clenching around nothing as soon as his words filled the silence. “Sweet girl, you like it when I speak to you in Mando’a?” You shivered at his tone and found it difficult to respond to him, especially when you could tell he was definitely not looking at you but at the mess you were making on his bed. A loud cry rang through the small room when you felt his hand come down on your backside before squeezing the flushed skin.

“I asked you a question Cyar'ika.” His deep and modulated voice only made it worse and you found yourself nodding at him before whispering out a low ‘yes.’

“K'olar,” you squealed when you felt Mando twirl your around onto your back before pulling your naked body flush to his still-clothed one. You were about to beg him to just fuck you already when he shoved two of his fingers into your mouth to shush you. You moaned shamelessly around his fingers, whining even louder when you realized you were sucking on his calloused skin and not on the gloves he almost never took off unless he was alone.

“You’re going to come just like this sweet girl.” Mando manhandled you until you were straddling one of his thighs, growling impatiently when you tried to push yourself away from him. His arm tightened around your waist, pushing you down on the beskar cuisse until you finally understood what he wanted from you.

“C-cold…”

“Be a good girl and drench my armor little one. Let me walk around with the memory of your cunt dripping on me.” His words hit too close to your somewhat aware mind and you chose to dwell on their meaning later. Softly inching your hands onto his shoulders, you fisted your fingers into his shirt to support your weight before dragging yourself against the rugged and cool beskar in between your thighs. As you threw your head back and sighed in pleasure, Mando couldn’t help but squeeze the heated skin of your hip, knowing very well there would soon be fingerprint marks wherever he touched you.

“That’s it...could smell how much you want me Cyare. Can’t believe you’re in my arms...look at you, using my thighs to get off.” You barely managed to turn your attention to him, lips still enclosed around his fingers and biting down on them the more he shoved them in your mouth.

“Mando I- I need to-” Before you could finish your request, Mando was wrapping the other arm around hips and violently dragging you against his cuisse, looking down to watch as your juices dripped on his beskar armor.

“What a sight…” He groaned and turned his gaze towards you again just in time to watch you fall apart on him. He marveled at how quickly he brought you to pleasure and figured it must have been the pollen making you extra sensitive to his ministrations. Wanting to stretch out your pleasure for as long as possible, he threw you back onto his bed and pushed your thighs open, not giving you a chance to question him as he shoved two fingers into your cunt and massaged that spongy spot deep inside you. You arched your back and grasped at his arms, barely managing to look at the visor just as he increased pressure and fucked you with his fingers.

“M-MANdo oh g-gods-”

“Scream my name sweet girl, and only my name.” Had you actually listened to what he said, you would have sassed back at him and told him you didn’t actually know his name. But you couldn’t care less at the moment, digging your fingers into his forearms as you came around his thick fingers, repeatedly praying his “name” until you couldn’t remember anything else.

“Mesh'la...you’re so tight and warm for me...that’s it, squeeze my fingers like the good little girl you are.” Mando watched as you came around his fingers, his eyes not knowing where to look and wishing he could taste the sweat sticking on your neck as you whimpered beneath him.

He heard it before he felt it, moaning in blind lust as he took in the sight beneath him. Your legs shook violently as you, quite literally, drenched his thighs and blankets with your cum and Mando didn’t know if he wanted to lick you dry or stuff his nose into your pulsating cunt.

“Sweet fucking darling, look at the mess you’ve made,” you shivered when you felt his fingers leave your slit, blinking hazily and turning to look at where he was staring. When you saw what he was referring to, you quickly covered yourself and tried to move away from him, embarrassment washing over you when you saw the way he was so obviously staring at the wetness dripping down your. But Mando was much quicker than you, grabbing your thighs and pushing them wide open again before laying in between them and dragging his crotch across your sensitive clit.

“Never hide from me,” you nodded instantly and the Mandalorian would never admit feeling his chest fill with pride at the lust-filled fear he instilled into you with only a few words. Your chest heaved as you continued to look into the visor, almost whimpering when you were met with incredibly dazed eyes and messy hair staring right back at you. It was quiet for a few moments, the only proof that Mando was very much aware of your state being the hardness twitching against your sensitive cunt.

Mando wasn’t sure what to do with you. He wanted to simultaneously fuck you into the next system and lick every inch of you until you couldn’t take it anymore. “I can smell your cunt Ad'ika...can almost taste your neediness.”

“Ma-mando I- I want you to r-” You felt so naked beneath him, wishing he’d at least take off his clothes before this went any further. Not a single care was given to his helmet and it was out of the question to even attempt and ask him if he could take it off. You just wanted to feel his skin sliding against yours as he fucked you. Nothing else mattered. Just his scarred and sweaty muscles contracting and trailing over your own.

“What is it sweet girl?” His voice felt like a thousand needles piercing your soul and you didn’t realize where your hands were moving until you felt him roughly grab your wrists and slam them above your head. You could tell there was a shift in the air around you and ceased to breathe when you no longer heard his moans.

“This is the way.” Those four words hurt you more than they should have.

“I- I would never ask you to...I swear I just wanted- I wanted to touch you. Not take it off...please I-” Mando felt his heart shatter into a million pieces because somehow, even in your most inebriated state, you respected him. You put him before yourself. And he ceased to breathe when he sat up and watched as you grabbed at his arms and refused to let go.

“N-no don’t go...I need you- d-don’t leave me pl-” Your breathing was erratic and the Mandalorian feared you’d spiral into shock. Without thinking much of his next moves, he grabbed the nearest item of clothing and ripped a small piece of it, returning to rest between your knees and not giving you a choice as he wrapped the band around your eyes and tied it in the back. You trailed your fingers over the band and pulled away instantly when you felt his the hair on his wrist.

“I’m sorry…” Mando thought of your actions so far and knew in his heart that if there was ever another who’d look upon him, it would be you. Softly taking your hands in his, he pulled them towards his helmet and rested them at the side.

“T-take it off.”

“I can’t...Mando, you don’t have to- I swear I was only-” As hard as it was to say those words, you wanted him to know that he owed you nothing. And you hated how selfish you were being in that moment because the man was trying to tell you something and you were only worrying about yourself and how much your cunt ached for him. You were so close to pushing him on his back and taking your pleasure from him but something told you it would be worth the wait.

“Mesh'la, I want you to.” You always marveled at how much the Mandalorian could convey in only a few words and shouldn’t have been surprised when you felt just how much he was willing to put his trust in you. Not wanting to scare him, you slowly pulled on the visor until it was completely off, remaining motionless as he took it from your hands and placed it on the floor. You weren’t sure what you were supposed to do with your hands so you kept them to the side, fisting your fingers into the blankets to prevent you from reaching out and touching his face.

Mando could tell you wanted to touch him. You even told him yourself. So he made the decision for you and leaned down, passing his lips over your forehead and smiling down at you when he heard you suck in a breath. You gasped when you felt his beard tickle your cheeks. He had a beard. Of course he had a beard. But as he continued to leave kisses over your face, you realized it wasn’t really a full-grown beard. It didn’t matter in the end because he was driving you insane with every small pass of his plump lips near where you wanted him.

As he finally molded his lips with yours, you felt him pull your hands up to his face and lay them on his cheeks, the groan escaping his throat letting you know he enjoyed you touching him as much as you, perhaps even more. The kiss grew frantic the more you explored his naked skin, and you couldn’t hold back the long moan that erupted into his mouth as soon as you felt him suck on your tongue. When you pulled on his soft hair, Mando couldn’t help but growl into the heated kiss, not caring for how rough he was being as he grabbed and squeezed your thighs.

But the kiss was over as soon as it began and you whined after him when you felt him pull away from you. You felt your fingers ascend to your face but remembered why the Mandalorian blindfolded you in the first place. Not wanting to lose his trust, you pushed your arms beneath your back to prevent any temptations from taking place. Unbeknownst to you, Mando was watching every little muscle twitch on your nude form and he almost devoured you right then and there when he saw you quickly moving your fingers from your face.

He was amazed by how caring you were even when you didn’t hold any proper level of the right consciousness. Anyone else would have removed the cloth and blamed the pollen. But not you.

You were special.

Refusing to waste any more time, Mando made quick work of the beskar armor, not caring about the mess he was making just outside his room. He kept his eyes on you the entire time, smiling when he noticed you shivering beneath his gaze. He was on you as soon as he deposited his long-sleeve and pants, devouring your mouth and digging his fingers into your waist as he rutted against you.

“Ner-”

The possessiveness was almost palpable and he surprised even himself at the single syllable. Since when was he like this?

“Mando,” you whispered his name as you wrapped your arms around his back and pulled him flush against you, sighing in relief when you felt the hair of his chest tickle your nipples. Mando noticed your reaction and instantly descended on your heaving chest, biting and licking and pinching at the hardened buds until you begged him to slow down.

“Ni'm liser't...taylir norac. You’re so fucking delicious.” The way he effortlessly switched between his mother tongue and Basic shouldn’t have turned you on this much and yet you were.

“Fuck me.” Your words were dripping with desperation and the Mandalorian wasn’t able to hold any longer. He wanted to take his time with you, commit every little curve to memory. Memorize what made your breath hitch and what made you sigh.

But the request ended all of his curiosity and before you knew it, you felt him roughly pull down on his boxer briefs. You flushed when you heard the sound of his hand jerking his cock, mouth falling wide open when it jutted at your inner thighs and you felt how fucking hard and thick it was.

“What will it be sweet girl? You want me to make love to you,” he paused for a moment and took advantage of your distracted expression, rubbing the head of his cock against your wet slit and biting his lips when he felt you arch against him at the simple yet filthy movement. “Or fuck you like I own you…like you’re mine.”

Hearing him say ‘fuck’ in such a vulgar tone did it for you and you didn’t know what to do with yourself except widen your legs more for him and grab the bed sheets beneath you.

“F-fuck me like you own me Mando...ruin me. Take what you want and- oh maker you’re so- so...fu- please, u-use me however you want. Just- I need your cock. Need to cum on your cock...can’t wait anym-”

Mando was sure he broke you with his words, watching in awe as you begged and begged until you couldn’t breathe anymore. There was no warning, no asking if you were ready for him. There was just your wet cunt teasing him until he couldn’t bear the thought of not being deep inside your pussy.

Resting his head against yours, he took his painfully hard cock in his hand and shoved it past your wet lips, letting out a deep growl as he felt you scratch his back.

“Mando, Mando, M-mando…”

You didn’t find the strength to think of a proper sentence to express what you were feeling so you opted to pray his name over and over again. He was shaking above you and you knew instantly he was trying his hardest not to break you.

“Take what you want- I...I won’t break.”

Just hearing you say those words to him almost made him cum right then and there. You were returning the trust he gave you and he knew there was no way of putting this moment behind him even if he tried.

Pulling out until only the head of his cock was splitting you open, Mando bucked his hips violently back into you, whispering the filthiest promises into your ears as he set a rough pace that had you seeing worlds you didn’t even know existed.

“So, fucking, tight...how are you so wet and tight for me Cyare?” It took you a while to realize you were hearing his voice without the modulator of his mask. How had you not noticed how beautifully sinful it was when he first took it off? You wanted to tell him how much you loved hearing his thick and smooth voice. You wanted to kiss down his neck and bite onto his shoulders. You wanted to push him down and force his cock inside your throat.

So much. You wanted so much.

But you couldn’t find your voice in that moment. Not when he was railing into you with such an unforgiving force.

“Made for me...made to take my cock. Such a sweet fucking girl- ah.” You should have known Mando would not be the quiet type in bed. He was a man of few words during his day-to-day life so of course he would take this chance and spill out his innermost thoughts. But it surprised you nonetheless considering how downright dirty his moans and whispers were. And you were sure he was as filthy, if not more, when he continued to speak in Mando’a.

With every passing moment, you felt a piece of your heart split from your chest and slowly make its way into his hands. He was branding you, his cock reaching so deep inside you that you were sure you could feel him right below your navel if you only moved your hands against your skin. But you couldn’t afford to let go of him, not when he was using you just as you requested.

“Mando you...maker, you’re filling me so- so good. I- please, can I cum? I want t- to cum. Been so good for you. Need to-” The chuckle that left his lips was sweet music to your ears until you realized he might be laughing at how pathetic you were.

“Fucking gods Ad'ika...fill you up? Is that what you want sweet girl? You want me to- fuck, fuck...want me to fill you up with my cum? You’re killing me baby.” His voice was hoarse and he realized his mistake as soon as the words left his lips. The last thing he wanted was to scare you away from him. It was his deeped, darkest secret. He swore he would go to his grave with it. Too often he thought of breeding you, fucking you and fill you up until his cum leaked out of you and you couldn’t move. Too many nights he went to sleep thinking of what it would feel like to wake up with your sweet cunt still wrapped around his cock. What he’d give to ensure not a single drop went to waste.

Too many days were spent dreaming of giving that little womp rat a sibling to run around with.

Your silence didn’t go unnoticed by him and he was about to slow down when he felt your hands grab his ass and push you closer to him.

“Want your cum Mando...want you to cum inside me, fill me up until I can’t breathe...oh fuck, until I can’t feel anything but your cum hot and deep inside me. Fuck a baby inside me Mando I- oh oh gods I-” Mando couldn’t hold back anymore, violently pushing his cock inside you and swallowing your moans every time they echoed just a little louder than he preferred. He groaned in ecstasy when he looked down and saw pure bliss etched on your soft features. You clenched around him, thighs vibrating around his hips as he somehow drove into you harder and carried you past the point of pleasure. You didn’t know you were coming around him until you heard him whisper ‘good girl’ in your ears. And it sent a jolt down his spine when he continued to rut against you and fill the ship with the heavy sounds of skin slapping on skin. It was almost painful, the way he didn’t let up and continued to rail into you without a single care.

“Mine...mine, fucking mine. That’s it sweet girl, feel me. Feel me marking your fucking soul.” He was a mumbling mess at this point and he wasn’t sure if it was because you were panting like an animal in heat or because of the way you desperately licked and kissed and nipped at his neck and lips.

“Yes, I’m yours Mando. Yours...always have been.”

The heaviness of your words struck his heart instantly, and he shoved his cock so deep inside you he swore he could feel your heartbeat. Mando rested his head in the crook of your neck, biting harder than intended on your shoulder as hot spurts of cum coated your inner walls. You feel a sudden warmth wash over you and dug your nails into his ass as he thrust once, twice, three times before stilling completely.

The two of you continued to breathe heavily against each other and when Mando moved his knees to get comfortable between your thighs, you unintentionally squeezed his cock and felt him twitch inside you.

“Ni chaabar gar, cyar'ika.” It was such a silent comment and you knew this was much different than everything he’d said thus far. Something about his tone told you he was spilling his heart out and you wished more than anything to ask him what he was saying but knew you shouldn’t...wouldn’t. Not unless you wanted him to continue and speak to you.

You were brought back from your thoughts when the Mandalorian kissed your lips, and you felt yourself drowning in his scent when he rubbed your hair and nudged your jaw with his nose.

“Gar cuyir too jaon'yc at ni. Ni liser't nibral gar.” Slowly, Mando wrapped his arms around you and rolled you over until you were practically sleeping on top of him. The two of you hissed when you felt his cock leave your heat and Mando wished more than anything to spread your thighs and watch as his cum leaked down your thighs. No worries, he’d do that later.

Later…

Oh what he would give for there to be a ‘later’ with you.

The thought of not being able to have you again snapped him back to reality and he realized there was a very high chance this would never happen again because as far as he knew, this was only a consequence of the pollen.

Not wanting to bother you with his insecurities, Mando pushed your head down onto his chest and rubbed your shoulders, telling you to get some rest and to not worry about anything else.

Hours later, Mando was waking up to a soft noise emitting from beneath him. As he rubbed his eyes and took in his surroundings, he looked down and noticed you were still very much naked and cold next to him. Pulling the covers over you, he allowed his eyes to feed on your curves before meeting your face. Dread filled his heart as soon as he saw the wet patch on the band around your eyes.

You must have woken up and realized what happened. A thousand different scenarios flew through his mind and Mando knew that almost each one of them was caused by your regret of sleeping with him.

“Ad'ika, are you alright?” When you didn’t respond and sniffed loudly, Mando knew he had to brace for the worst.

“Please...are you hurt anywhere?” Hearing his pleas was what did it for you and you threw yourself into his chest.

“Mando I- I took advantage of you. I’m so sorry, I- I didn’t know what was happening...I promise I- please don’t tell me to leave. I can’t leave you or the Child. I- I promise I’ll pretend this never happened. Just- don’t leave me. I can’t bear the thought of living without you...without him.”

Of all the things the Mandalorian thought he would hear from you, those were certainly the last to make the list. He wasn’t sure how he’d gotten so lucky with you? Not only did you refuse to take the blindfold off when you woke up but you genuinely thought you’d forced him into sleeping with you.

“Cyare, it hurts to see you cry. Come here.” Mando sat up against the cold metal wall, pulling you into his lap and wrapping the covers around you so you weren’t exposed to the cold air of the ship.

“You didn’t take advantage of me sweet girl. If anything, I- I should be the one apologizing. I was not hit with the effects of the pollen as much as you have been and...and I should have refused your pleas. But you looked so beautiful, Cyar'ika. You prayed for me to have you and I- I was selfish. I was selfish and I couldn’t stop myself from sinking into you. Branding you. Being with you.” To say you were surprised by his words would have been the understatement of the century.

The Mandalorian wanted you. He wanted to have you. He wanted to be with you.

“I-I’ve wanted you for so long...spent so many nights dreaming of being with you.” You confessed to him before you could think of the meaning behind your words and you were met with a deep sigh and a kiss on the lips almost immediately.

“How long Mesh'la?”

“S-since Tatooine.”

Mando’s heart skipped a beat at the short yet direct response. He’s only ever been to Tatooine once with you, months and months ago when he needed Peli to fix something on the Crest for him. You hadn’t even been with their group for three weeks then. So busy thinking of all the ways he could have had you since then, Mando didn’t notice how the silence affected you until your fingers twitched against his chest.

“Mando?”

“That was eons ago.” It was more of a comment than a question and you weren’t sure if he was angry or surprised.

“Is...is that bad?”

“Bad? No Ad'ika, not bad.” When he didn’t offer more of an explanation, you rested your head on his chest and continued to draw circles on his naked abdomen.

You weren’t sure how long you sat there in each others arms but the faint sounds of cooing and laughter snapped you out of your haze and you realized you should probably get up and make something for the kid to eat. Before you could move away from him however, Mando was bringing you closer to him and kissing you again. You knew you could never tire from feeling his lips mold and pass over yours and you welcomed his tongue with as much vigor as you could muster up.

As he pulled away, you smiled at him and wished more than anything to be able to see him smile back at you.

“Din.”

“Hmm?”

“My name...it’s Din. Din Djarin.”

Mando could see the exact moment you registered what he just said and he smirked to himself at how pretty you looked when something shocking took place.

“Din.” You repeated his name silently, afraid this would all be a dream and that he didn’t actually just tell you something that was so important to him.

“You didn’t have to tell me…” You traced his jaw with your fingers and marveled at how oddly soft his beard was.

“I didn’t, but I wanted to.” Din was silent for a few seconds before he flipped you beneath him and took hold of your wrists before slamming them harshly above your head. “I wanted you to know it, Mesh'la, so you could scream it the next time I fucked this sweet and tight cunt.”

For a man of few words, he sure knew what to say to get you worked up again.

Translations:

Ni Kelir kyr'amur gar meh gar vaabir not ba'slanar kaysh - I will kill you if you do not leave her.

Ni vaabir not baatir te waadas. - I do not care about the credits.

Gedet'ye. - Please.

Ad'ika - Little one

Ni’duraa! - You disgust me.

Cyar'ika - Darling/Sweetheart

Cyare - Beloved

Gota'la - Maker.

Gar cuyir mesh'la. - You are beautiful.

K'olar - Come here.

Mesh'la - Beautiful

Ner - Mine.

Ni'm liser't...taylir norac. - I can’t...hold back.

Ni chaabar gar, cyar'ika. - I fear you, darling.

Gar cuyir too jaon'yc at ni. Ni liser't nibral gar. - You are too important to me. I can’t lose you.

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