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heart-of-the-morningstar · 13 days

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✨ Behind (Not So) Closed Doors✨

As promised, here’s a little story of the one prompt I got a little bit ago! Literally no one voted ‘no’ on the poll for this story and I think that’s hysterical, bunch of thirsty mfs (affectionate 💖)

Lucifer x f!sinner reader

Summary: You catch Lucifer acting out on his most carnal desires…

Warnings: 18+, smut, masturbation, voyeurism, fingering, hand job, (oral m & f receiving), p in v

You remember first meeting the King of Hell on the day you checked yourself into the Hazbin Hotel. And you remember thinking that Lucifer looked nothing like you had pictured. Of course he was beautiful, that wasn’t shocking, but he was so…unimposing. Not only that, but he was also kind, albeit a bit dorky as well. Not that it was off putting to you, it was endearing if anything!

Although, you hadn’t spoken to him all that much since the time you’d moved in. Lucifer seemed so nonchalant and relaxed with everyone else in the hotel, save for Alastor, who you noticed always managed to get under the fallen angel’s skin one way or another. Even you knew the radio demon was playing with fire; probably wasn’t the smartest idea to piss off the most powerful being in Hell. Regardless, how he acted around you was a little odd to say the least. It seemed like Lucifer was always trying to avoid you for some unknown reason. Did he not like you?

When you had first spoken to him all those months ago, you could tell he was tense. He rambled, a lot. And he somehow managed to fumble every other word that left his mouth. He quickly left after your initial meeting, and ever since then it had been nearly impossible to get in more than five words at a time. He had an impossibly perfect disappearing act, what with his portaging abilities. One time you greeted him from across the lobby and his only response was “O-Oh! H-Hey you! Uhh, I just, umm…welp, gotta run!” and took off before you could even say goodbye. Truly bizarre.

You eventually went to Charlie, telling her that her dad was seemingly very distant towards you. “Oh, don’t worry about that!” Charlie explained. “He’s a pretty busy guy, so he’s usually popping in and out of here pretty frequently. And he’s told me on multiple occasions that he’s glad you joined the hotel! He can come off as a bit scatterbrained, but rest assured he’s more than happy to have you here! And so am I!”

You smiled and thanked her. From the few months that you’ve known her, Charlie was never one to lie, so you decided to take her words at face value. For now, at least. For some reason, you still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was up with Lucifer. You needed to find out.

A few nights had passed and you found yourself wandering through the lobby. The black nightgown you typically wore to bed didn't provide nearly enough heat, but you didn't want to change back into your normal day clothes either. So, you threw on your favorite pink robe before you left your room, it was more than enough to keep you comfortable. It was late, way later than you should have been awake. Even Husk was asleep, the bar sat devoid of any life. It was difficult to sleep most nights, you were still grappling with the fact that you were, in fact, in Hell. You thought you were a decent person in life. Never religious but you tried your best to while you were alive. But that didn’t seem to matter. Perhaps you should have attended church with your family more often, or donated to more charities, or not cut that one person off at that traffic light. Lying awake in your bed didn’t help these thoughts but getting up and walking around usually helped just a tad.

You glanced over to the fireplace, noticing the flames dancing against the walls. That was strange, considering no one ever used the fireplace, or at least not that you’ve seen. But then you noticed one of the large chairs in front of it wasn’t empty. A white sleeve laid across the arm rest. You walked over out of pure curiosity, just to see who was awake at this ungodly hour like you. You craned your neck to see Lucifer sitting there frozen, his head down and eyes closed with his free hand pinching the bridge of his nose. He looked troubled. Before you could speak up, you heard him mumble under his breath.

“What the hell am I going to do…”

Worried, you outstretched your hand, but stopped short of touching his arm. “Sir?”

Lucifer’s eyes shot open instantly, turning his head to see you towering over him. He leapt from his chair completely startled and began stumbling backwards towards the fire pit.

“Watch out!” you warned, gripping his hand, and pulling him towards you. Lucifer held his breath, trying to process what had just happened. His head ended up flush against your chest, your face now feeling as hot as the flames in the pit. You let go of his hand and stepped away from him as fast as you could. Lucifer remained motionless. “I-I’m so sorry, your majesty! I didn’t mean for you to…I’m sorry!”

You finally heard Lucifer exhale. He stood up straight and fixed his wrinkled jacket, making every effort to not look you in the eyes.

“It’s alright, m-my dear,” he spoke softly, “no harm done. A-And please, call me Lucifer.”

“Okay. Lucifer,” you started, “I didn’t mean to startle you. I saw you over here and I heard what you said and…is everything alright?”

Lucifer was tense again. You noticed him clench his fists. “How much did you hear?”

“Not much,” you admitted. “you just sounded worried about something.”

The king let out a sigh, letting his hands relax. “Thank you for your concern, I-I appreciate it. It’s nothing…nothing that you need to trouble yourself with. It’ll be fine.” Lucifer waved his hand, a portal now swirling open behind him, leading to his bedroom. “I think we should both get some sleep now. And t-thank you for catching me. Although, fire can’t harm me…b-but I appreciate the rescue nonetheless!” He was about to step through the portal when you caught his hand once more.

“Wait,” you said quietly. Lucifer looked down at the ground, still refusing to meet your gaze. You frowned. “Sir-I mean Lucifer…I wanted to ask you something. I need to know.” You felt his hand squeeze yours; he was tense again. “I-I’ve been feeling like I’m not welcome here by you.” Lucifer finally lifted his head, his eyes almost piercing your soul. He looked distraught at your words. You never noticed how beautiful his eyes truly were, the soft yellow complimented his pure white skin nicely. You blushed slightly but shook your head and tried to remember what you were saying. “I-I just mean, you seem to avoid me every time I’m near. If I’ve done something to upset you, I’m very sorry. And if you’d rather I’d not stay here, then…”

“NO!” he shouted, now gripping your hand with both of his. “I-I mean, no. You haven’t done anything wrong! Please…Please don’t leave. I should be the one apologizing if that’s truly how you’ve been feeling. I never want you to feel unwelcome here, especially not from me. It…It’s just that…I…” Before he could finish his explanation, his eyes dropped for just a split second before returning to yours. His gaze had somehow shifted into a more panicked expression. He let go of your hands immediately and stepped through his portal in a hurry. “I-I have to go, I’m sorry!” You couldn’t get another word out before his portal disappeared from view.

You stood alone in the parlor, alone and confused. The fire had died out, and you felt a shiver down your spine at the realization of how cold it had gotten without it. But you couldn’t let the conversation end there. You needed to know what was going on with him. You wouldn’t sleep until you did. Luckily, Lucifer’s room at the hotel was very easy to find.

You made your way up to his tower, replaying the scene in the lobby over and over in your head. Things were going well, weren’t they? He seemed so apologetic when you told him how you felt. And then he just…disappeared like he always does. You really didn’t mean to push the issue, but maybe you came on a little strong. Plus, your rescue of him was a little more than awkward. Not that you minded the closeness, even if it was fleeting. The picture of his head resting against your chest flashed in your mind repeatedly. You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks once more now that you were now mere steps from Lucifer’s door.

Focus, you mentally scolded yourself, can’t think about that. It was an accident! It won’t happen again so just…focus. No wonder he ran!

You stood in front of his door now, your knees somehow weaker than they were a moment ago. Those mental images really didn’t help at all. With a deep inhale, you went to knock, but you stopped short when you heard something from beyond the door. You heard your name.

What?, you thought, How…How did he know I was here? Lucifer didn’t sound angry fortunately, but the inflection in his voice made him sound almost sad. And…breathless? You cracked open the door slowly, a little embarrassed at being caught. You went to open your mouth to apologize for the intrusion, but not even a whisper left your lips. Because what you saw in that room left you completely and utterly frozen where you stood.

Lucifer, the great ruler of Hell, was propped up against the obscene amount of pillows on his bed with his pants pooled at his ankles, his very much erect dick in his hand. His eyes were shut, he hadn’t seen you catch him in this extremely vulnerable state.

Run, run, run, RUN! your mind screamed. Everything in your brain was telling you to shut that door and get out of there as fast as you could. But your body refused to react, you remained motionless. You were completely entranced by the scene before you. You watched as Lucifer stroked his cock, mumbling a number of curse words with your name leaving his lips like a prayer.

“Hnng, G-God damn it-ffffuuuccckk….” Lucifer mumbled, his hand gradually picking up the pace as he stroked his shaft.

You tried to wrap your head around what you were seeing, but you were coming up blank. You couldn't believe this. He’s…He’s touching himself…to me?!? How is this…? Why would he…? Your brain was a jumbled mess at this point. It was really beyond your comprehension. You felt tension pool in your stomach at the sight of him becoming undone at the mere thought of you. The sinful sounds he was making went straight between your thighs, to the point where it became uncomfortable that you weren’t giving yourself any attention. The tiniest bit of you wanted to push open that door and give him what he really desired. But before you even begin to think about acting on your carnal instincts, you watched Lucifer's hips bucked up as he came all over his hand. It took every fiber of your being to hold in a whimper that threatened to escape your throat.

Lucifer’s breathing was labored, you watched him toss his arm over his eyes and throw his head back on the pillows. "What the hell is wrong with me?!" you heard him ask. "Why am I doing this?! It’s been months now and I’ve barely had a normal conversation with her! And of course, the only time I’ve really talked to her was after my damn head was forced against her…her…s-shit.” He waved his hand, a tissue appearing between his fingers. You watched as he cleaned himself up, thankful that he still hadn’t looked towards his door. Lucifer kicked himself out of his pant and swung his legs over the side of the bed, his head hanging low. “And what an absolutely fantastic exit I made! “Sorry, gotta go! My dick is hard as a rock right now because of you!” Great job, Lucifer! No wonder she thinks I don’t want her here!” He sighed heavily. “I can’t do this anymore. This isn’t right. I need to stop being a coward and just tell her how she makes me feel…”

A small gasp escaped your lips.

Fuck.

Lucifer's head shot up immediately, his panicked eyes fixating on the door. You didn't even close it behind you as you took off sprinting down the hall, praying to anyone who could hear you that he didn't see you. You didn’t stop running until you made it back to your room, slamming the door behind you. Your knees gave out from under you as you dropped to the floor. In that second, it all clicked for you. Why Lucifer avoided you at every turn, why he tripped over his words when he spoke to you, and why he practically begged you not to leave the hotel.

Lucifer liked you. Lucifer really liked you. That thought alone could have made you scream if you weren’t trying desperately to hold yourself together. And it’s not like you didn’t have passing thoughts about him. He was gorgeous after all. But not only that, you saw how he acted with the others at the hotel. He was sweet, and silly, and fun, even though you never got to experience it firsthand. Now you knew where Charlie had gotten it from.

But of course, those thoughts never stayed. He didn’t like you, right? So instead of wallowing in what could never be, you thought it best not to dwell. But now…now those thoughts were coming back in full force. The aching between your legs only grew as the very fresh images of Lucifer naked and moaning in his bed flooded your mind.

There was a knock at the door.

“H-Hey,” you heard Lucifer’s voice on the other side, “it’s me. Can we talk?”

You didn’t dare move. You hid your head in your lap, pleading silently that he would give up and go away.

You heard him sigh. “I can see your shadow, you know.”

God damn it…

Slowly you rose from the floor, your trembling hand latching onto the doorknob. But your brain wouldn’t let you turn it no matter how hard you tried. How could you possibly face him after what you saw?

“Please?…”

The way he sounded so desperate; it was impossible not to give in. With a heavy sigh, the doorknob turned and you cracked open the door just enough to see Lucifer standing just outside, his glassy eyes looking into yours. You looked away immediately.

“Hi…” you whispered staring down at the ground.

He lowered himself in an attempt to get you to look at him again. “Can I come in?”

You nodded, opening the door inch by inch until he was able to step inside. You shut the door behind him, folding your arms over your body. You still hadn’t looked at him. The silence between you two was deafening, but you knew he wasn’t going to leave until you talked.

“I’m so sorry!” you both shouted simultaneously. “Wait, what?”

"Hold on now!" Lucifer interjected, "You have nothing to apologize for!"

"Of course I do!" you retorted. "I invaded your privacy when I watched...uhh, n-never mind." When you glanced in his direction, his entire face almost matched the pink circles on his cheeks. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him any longer. "I-It was an accident! I came up to apologize for scaring you off again. But...I heard you call my name a-and I just assumed you already knew I was outside, so I opened the door and...I'm so sorry, I should have knocked, and I should have left immediately…I-"

You didn't notice Lucifer make his way towards you, throwing his hands onto your shoulders and snapping you out of your spiral. "Hey, no more of that," he soothed. "I'm not angry, and I didn't come here to scold you. This is all on me."

You felt tears begin to well up in your eyes. "B-But..."

"My dear, this is my fault, not yours," Lucifer cut you off, bringing his thumb up to cheek to wipe a tear that had fallen. He realized how close he'd gotten to you in his attempt to calm you down. Flustered, he stepped back, folding his arms over his chest. You already missed the closeness. "If you'd let me, I'd like to apologize and, you know, at least attempt to explain myself. Not that what happened was excusable. But if you'd rather I leave now, I'd more than understand. And I don't expect your forgiveness. I...just thought it best to apologize to you directly instead of continuing to avoid you and pretending like nothing happened. I'm deeply and truly sorry for everything."

You felt the sincerity in his words, and you saw the pain in his face thinking he had hurt you. You couldn't let him leave. Not yet.

"Stay...please..." you managed to respond. You made your way over to your bed and gestured for him to follow. You sat down crossed legged near the edge of the bed, Lucifer mirroring your actions. You took a deep breath before speaking once more. "I'm not angry with you either, you know."

A strange mixture shock and confusion flashed across Lucifer's face. "Y-You're not?"

You smiled wearily. "No, I promise. I mean, I'm a little taken aback..." Lucifer winced. "...but not in a bad way! If anything, I feel...flattered, you know?" Your face burned at your own candor. A quick glance at him showed he felt the same heat in his own cheeks.

"R-Regardless," Lucifer cleared his throat, "it was still wrong of me. I could try to give excuses about...my ex-wife being gone for more than 7 years now, or tell you that watching you from afar just sparked something in me that I hadn't felt in God know how long, or..."

"You've been watching me?" you teased, flashing him a small grin.

"Shhhhit, well, I uhh...only sometimes!" Lucifer tried to reason. "A-And not for very long! I just, umm, I just noticed how kind you are with everyone you come into contact with, and you're extremely helpful when it comes to the hotel! And your smile...I MEAN, uhh, C-Charlie absolutely adores you with the way she goes on and on about your progress! We both wonder how you even ended up down here in the first place. And well, you...you're," he gulped, "you're the most beautiful creature I've ever laid my eyes on..."

You sat there frozen, your body trembling slightly. Your mind raced a million miles a minute. You tried to get your mouth so form any sort of words, but nothing. Lucifer started to panic.

"I-I'm sorry! That was really forward of me! I shouldn't have-I uhh...God, this is the worst fucking apology imaginable!" Lucifer brought his hands to his face, covering his eyes and lowering his head. "Maybe it would be best if I just g-MMPH!"

You don't know what came over you, but somehow your lips crashed into Lucifer's. His hands flew from his face, now gripping the bed sheets beneath him. He sat perfectly still, but only for a moment. He couldn't help but give into you, letting his eyelids flutter closed and melting under the kiss. You pulled away after only a few seconds, Lucifer leaning his head forward slightly, still needing more. His crimson irises had grown into saucers, his face hot as the sun. Having the literal King of Hell flustered beyond belief from a single kiss was a sight you absolutely wanted to see more of.

"If you think I'm beautiful, then you are someone who is beyond beauty, your majesty," you cooed. You weren't completely sure where this sudden burst of boldness had sprung from, but you liked it. And from what you were witnessing, all signs pointed to Lucifer being completely enamored with it as well.

You went back to your seated position, but now Lucifer was on all fours, crawling ever so slowly towards you. "P-Please..." he begged, "I-I need more..." His face was now mere inches away. He rested his forehead on yours, waiting for your lips to touch his again. The faint smell of apples that hugged his skin was intoxicating.

"You want me to kiss you again?" you asked playfully. "Then you need to tell me something, darling."

Lucifer's breathing had picked up at the sound the pet name you'd given him, his eyes screwed shut. "A-Anything!"

"Tell me then," you said as you began to stroke his soft blond hair, "what were you thinking about when you were touching yourself to me?"

Lucifer whimpered against you. "Anything but that! Please! I-I can't..."

You pulled your forehead away from his, still patting his hair. "I think it's a little too late to be shy now, my king."

A low moan escaped Lucifer's throat as he inched towards you once again. "I...I was thinking...about how wonderful you would taste on my tongue...." He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I was thinking about how...how pretty your lips would look around my cock." A kiss to your left cheek. "I was thinking about watching you...fuck...watching you ride my cock until I have nothing left in me." A kiss to your right cheek. "But mostly...I was thinking about how badly I want you to be mine..."

Your lips met once more, and with even more vigor than before. His devilish tongue swiped against your bottom lip, begging to delve in further. When your lips parted, your tongues had clashed with such voracity that it had knocked you down onto you bed, Lucifer now completely overtaking you. His hand found the back of your head and pulled you closer into the kiss which you didn't even think possible. With his body completely flat on top of you and even through your robe, it didn't take long for you to notice a certain bulge pressing against your stomach. You chuckled lightly, causing Lucifer to pull away, knowing exactly what you had felt.

"Ha...sorry...my uhh, my body has a mind of its own," he laughed nervously. "If this is too much for you, w-we can slow down. Or just stop completely! It's...It's been a while for me a-and I don't want you to be uncomfortable..."

You placed your hand on his shoulder and gently guided him off of you, putting him on his knees. In an instant, you tossed your robe to the side, revealing your cute black nightgown that left very little to the imagination. Lucifer sucked in a breath as he frantically started shedding his own clothes as well, removing his jacket and dress shirt in a manner that really emphasized his desperation for you. You couldn't help but stare at his bare chest and how it almost glistened in the faint lighting of your room.

"Do you think you're the only one who's body is reacting to this?" You shoved him down gently onto his back, his head now resting against your pillows. "But instead of just telling you, why don't you see for yourself?" You crawled up his body, dragging yourself against home until you straddled his chest.

"Oh, fuck me..." Lucifer almost inaudibly. He snaked his hands up the skirt of your nightgown until his hands reached them hem of your panties. He looked up at you expectantly, and with a final nod from you, you felt him tug your underwear down your legs. He pulled them down slowly, lifting one leg out first and kicking them off with the other. You gazed at him seductively, your glistening entrance now mere inches away from waiting lips. Lucifer's hands grazed up your thighs before stopping just before where you needed him most. Lucifer's breath hitched.

"It's alright," you reassured him. "Touch me. Please, Lucifer..."

"Ahh, wait!" Lucifer stopped his movements entirely. With a quick snap of his fingers, you heard your door lock itself. "We don't want another incident now, do we?"

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his theatrics, but it made you giggle, nonetheless. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're stalling!"

Lucifer laughed. "My sweet angel, if you've learned anything about me in last few minutes, it's that I couldn't wait another second longer for you even if I tried."

With those words, you felt his fingers finally find their way to your folds. It was like an electric shock had coursed through your entire body when he touched you. He'd barely begun and you were already soaking wet. His thumb found your clit instantly as he began to rub small circles around it, sending wave after wave of pleasure. You lifted your hips slightly so his figures could push their way inside of you. Words couldn't begin to describe how good he felt. He told you himself that it had been some time since he'd been with anyone, but there was no indication of this being the case as his two digits pumped in and out of you at a steady pace. He knew exactly what he was doing. You whimpered when you felt him pull his fingers out of you, only to watch him dip them into his mouth, cleaning off your slick entirely. "God, you're more delectable than I could have ever imagined! Please, let me taste you, all of you..."You blushed hard and nodded. You scooted yourself up further, hovering directly over his lips. "Still too far..." you heard him say before his hands latched onto your hips and forced you down so you were seated firmly on his face.

"L-Lucifer!" you cried weakly, trying to pull yourself up. You knew it was futile though. Damn him and his angelic strength.

"You won't hurt me, darling, I promise," he said with a wink. "Besides, breathing is overrated..." You felt his forked tongue immediately dart in and out of your drenched pussy. Your broken moans filled the room as he ate you out like it was his last meal. Lucifer switched between tongue fucking you and sucking on your sensitive nub at a relentless pace. That coil in your stomach was tightening with each movement he made.

"Lu-Luci-fer, o-oh my God, f-fuck, I-I can't." You tripped over every other word that left your lips. Your body started to tremble and your thighs shook violently as you felt your impending orgasm. "I-I'm gonna c-cum, gonna cum, oh SSHHHIIIIITTT-FUCKFUCKFUCK C-CUMMING!" You cried out helplessly as you felt your walls clench around nothing, your juices spilling out onto Lucifer's more than eager tongue. He rode you through your orgasm, lapping you up and not wanting to waste a single drop. You felt him release his hold on your hips so you could at last move back down to his chest. You stared at him wide eyed as he looked back at you with the biggest smile you've ever seen. You felt the heat rise up your neck and cheeks as you watched him lick up the rest of your release that hung on his chin.

"W-Wow, that was...fuck, that was amazing," Lucifer sighed. "Are you alright?"

"I-I'm fine," you breathed, "more than fine. You...really know how to use that tongue of yours." Lucifer flashed you a toothy grin like he had just told you the worst joke imaginable. You wanted to hide your face but damn it, he was too adorable when he looked at you like that!

"Well, you got your first wish. Allow me to grant your next one..." You shimmied down his body until your face lingered above the very obvious strain in his pants. "Let's make you more comfortable shall we?" You unhooked his belt in mere seconds, his pants following soon behind, leaving him in nothing but his briefs that already had a large wet spot in the front.

Lucifer managed to prop himself up on his forearms, his blush spreading to his entire face. "Sweetheart, y-you don't have to do that, I'm fiii-iiiiii-oooh fffffuck..." Lucifer's protest were cut short when you had brought your hand up to palm his very apparent erection through his shorts.

"Now that's hardly fair, Luci," you scolded him, "I think I deserve my fill too, don't you?" Before Lucifer could choke out an answer, you hooked your fingers along his waistband and pulled his briefs all the way down his legs, freeing his painfully hard cock at last. You stopped for a moment to marvel at his length, having to stop yourself from drooling. "O-oh wow, that's umm...that's big..."

Lucifer chuckled nervously above you. "Y-Yeah, sorry about that. I think? Like I said, y-you don't have to-GAAHHH!" Without warning, you delicately gripped Lucifer's shaft, stroking it lethargically. Even though you were moving as slow as possible, the king was already a moaning mess. "S-Shit, you-fuck...feels so good..."

"Is this what you imagined, your highness?" you cooed, now rubbing your cheek against his cock in tandem with your hand. "I wanted to help you out earlier, you know that? When I saw you stroking yourself, I almost pushed opened that door so I could give you what you really wanted. But hey, better late than never!" You chuckled lightly as you licked up his shaft to the very sensitive head of his cock. The taste of his precum was addicting, you craved more. Lucifer writhed under your touch as his whimpers became music to your ears. You circled your tongue around the tip, earning a guttural moan from the man beneath you. You glanced up and noticed Lucifer's eyes were squeezed tight, with his claws digging into your sheets.

"Look at me," you ordered him while you continued to pump his cock. His chest rose and fell faster and faster as he forced his eyes open. "Good boy. I want you to keep your eyes on me." You smiled at him wickedly as you parted your lips and sunk down on his shaft.

"A-AHHH, OOOH FUCK!," Lucifer yelped as he fought against throwing his head back in pure bliss. Your warm mouth enveloped him, the taste of him was nothing short of divine. Your head continue you bob up and down, taking as much of him as you could. Lucifer was a blabbering mess, only able to make incoherent noises. His ability to think had all but disappeared. All he could focus on was the immense pleasure your sinful tongue was providing. His breaths became shallow as your mouth lingered on his cock, refusing to move.

"I-I ca-FUCK...H-HOLY SHIT," Lucifer nearly screamed, his hips now bucking up uncontrollably, forcing you to take more and more of him. "CU-CUMMING, CUMMING...MMPH OHFUCKME!" With one final thrust, you felt his cock twitch, his hot seed filling your mouth. You sucked him off through his orgasm, taking in and swallowing every bit of cum he had. Once he'd finished, you finally let go with a small *pop*. You made your way up his body once more and hovered over his face with a giant grin. You opened your mouth to show him some cum you still had on your tongue before swallowing it down gleefully.

Lucifer's hands flew to his face immediately upon watching you. "I can't believe you just did that! How am I ever going to recover?!"

You laughed as you pulled his hands away from his face, leaning down to kiss him tenderly. He happily returned your kiss, his thumbs rubbing circles on your hips under your nightgown. Lucifer leaned his head back on the pillows and tugged at the hem. "May I?"

"Of course," you nodded. He helped raise your nightgown, lifting it up and easily tossing it over your head and onto the floor. You sat up straight, straddling his stomach and giving him a very nice view of your breasts. "I know you've already felt them once tonight, but I'll let you touch them again if you ask nicely."

"Oh, ha ha," Lucifer mocked playfully, "very funny. That was technically your fault! I didn't just lay on your chest for fun, you forced me there when you pulled me away from the fire!"

You smirked and took ahold of his wrists. "Do you want to touch my tits or not?"

"...Yes, please..."

Smiling, you brought his hands to your breasts. A soft hum emitted from both of you as Lucifer began to knead at your soft mounds, his thumbs running over your sensitive nipples. Suddenly, he started to roll them between his thumb and index fingers, causing you to squeak in surprise. He sat up quickly, pushing you back so that you were now kneeling on the bed and hovering over his thighs. He took one nipple into his mouth as he continued his ministrations on the other. You moaned at the sensation, taking your hand and holding the back of his head for support. He switched sides, making sure your other nipple got the same amount of attention. The feeling of his teeth grazing you nipple sent shivers down your spine.

"Luci," you whispered into his ear. "you had one more fantasy you told me about, did you not?" Lucifer pulled away from your breasts, his eyes wide and full of anxiety. You could feel his heartbeat racing as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"O-Only if you want to," his muffled voice reverberated off your skin.

"Yes, I do." You pushed Lucifer back down gently, noticing his cock was already hard again even without any further stimulation. "My, my, eager are we?"

"Very much so, yes," Lucifer whined.

"You're adorable, you know that?" you praised. Lucifer blushed hard and tried to cover his face once more before you pinned his hands above his head. "Don't you dare hide that pretty face from me, sweetheart. I want to see every single little cute expression you make once you're inside me." A small whimper left his mouth as you released your grip on his hands. You shifted yourself in order to line up your entrance with the tip of his cock, slowly rubbing it between your slick folds. "Are you ready?"

Lucifer gasped and threw his head back in response. "Y-Yes, please...need you...need to feel you..."

You began to sink down on his length, feeling him stretch you out beyond what you ever felt before. A beautiful mix of pain and pleasure coursed through you as you finally bottomed out on his cock, both of your moans echoing off the walls. Tears pricked your eyes as he filled you completely, as if you felt whole, now connected as one. You shifted your hips ever so slightly, but it was enough for Lucifer sit himself upwards and wrap his arms around you in a tight embrace.

"You really f-feel like heaven," Lucifer breathed. "P-Please...please say you'll be mine..."

A single tear drifted down your face, and your heart was threatening to burst out of your chest at any moment. You eagerly returned his embrace, wrapping your arms around him and bringing him as close to you as you possibly could. “I’m yours, Lucifer.” You cupped his face in your hands and brough your lips to his, sealing your promise. Feeling him twitch inside of you, you lifted your body off of him and gently sank back down. You swallowed Lucifer's moans as you continued your pace, bucking your hips and taking all of him with each sharp thrust. Lucifer's hands flew to your hips as he helped you up and down his aching cock.

"F-Fuck, y-you're killing me here, darling, I-HNNG...I'm close..." Lucifer sobbed was your pace became relentless. His hips were now rutting into you as he slammed you down onto him. Your eyes had crossed and drool began to pour down the side of your lips. You were absolutely and unashamedly cock drunk. The tightening in your stomach became almost unbearable, your release was fast approaching and so was his. "FFFFUUUUCCKK, g-gonna cum, g-gonna-ACK, c-can I?..."

"Inside L-Luci," you pleaded, "inside...fill me n-now-GAH F-FUCK, C-CUMMING!" Your walls clenched around his thick cock, pulsating relentlessly as Lucifer continued to pound into you making your vision blur. Your cries mixed with his as you felt him empty inside of you. The grip you had on him loosened as his wings suddenly sprouted out from behind him, catching you by surprise. Lucifer didn't seem to notice, too overtaken by his orgasm. He bit down on your shoulder harshly to keep himself from screaming while his hot seed continued to pour into you. Your muscles finally relaxed as you both came down from your highs. Lucifer's tongue lapped at the mark he had left on you, soothing the sore spot. But now that he'd given you your first mark, all you wanted to do was beg for more.

"S-Sorry about that," he smiled sheepishly. "I didn't mean to bite you so hard." He turned his head, finally noticing his ruffled wings. "O-Oh! Well...that's new."

You chuckled. "Your wings are beautiful, Lucifer." You ran your fingers over a few of his scarlet feathers; they were the softest things you've ever felt. His wing folded towards your touch, now almost fully engulfing the two of you. "Wait, are you apologizing for marking me? I'm yours, am I not? Now I have proof!"

Lucifer buried his face in your chest. "L-Love, you can't say things like that! You're gonna drive me insane!"

"Love?" you repeated.

He shot his head up in a panic. "I-uhh...is that okay?"

You kissed his lips tenderly. "It's more than okay, love."

You watched his wings puff up at your words, his smile wider than you've ever seen before. You then carefully pulled yourself from his lap and laid down ever so gently on his one set of wings while the other set wrapped around your body. Lucifer wrapped his arms around you once again, now feeling a double layer of protection and comfort.

"Thank you," he murmured against your ear.

"No, thank you," you whispered back. "It was wonderful, truly. And at least now I can stop worrying about whether or not you hate me!"

You heard a small hum leave Lucifer's lips. "That couldn't be further from the truth, my dearest." A placed a small peck to your forehead. "Do you...mind if I stay here tonight?"

You shook your head. "I wouldn't let you leave even if you wanted to," you teased. "You're mine now too." Fatigue flooded your body as you yawned and felt your eyelids fall. You snuggled your head against Lucifer's chest before unconsciousness had taken over.

"Forever," was the last thing you heard before drifting off to sleep in Lucifer's arms.

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WHY THIS ENDED UP BEING SO LONG IS BEYOND ME, HOPE YOU LIKE IT ANYWAYS!

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d34dlysinner · 6 months

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Back at it again with my war crimes shenanigans.

Kings + Lucifer (n anyone else who'd fit, not sure) with a MC who's lacking several braincells despite being a rather smart person. The type who'd touch a burning stove out of pure curiosity, or put tide pods in a microwave to see the reaction. Empty headed but not lacking intelligence it's just gotta be coaxed strangled out. They get themself into some serious ahh danger due to head empty y'know the usual 'I fucked around and now I'm finding out but hey, MY CURIOSITY IS SATIATED' cliché lmaoooo.

Oml, thanks for the ask😭 (minor spoilers chapter 4 ending)

Minors DNI

You were messing around on the streets when you heard someone call out your name. You looked up in the direction of voice and saw an angel smiling down at you. Not the kind smile of course. It was one of those sadistic smiles that said: "I'll actually blow up in a second and you'll die with me."

You normally would run around trying to avoid the angel, but for some reason your brain couldn't register that you're in danger. In fact, you were even more curious what angel blood (of an angel weaker than a seraph) would do.

So all you did was stand and watch up with a calm expression present on your features.

Satan ran up to you and pulled you away and ran with you through some alleys in Gehenna where he knew it'll be hard for angels to fly in.

He looked down at your panting frame and checked if you were alright.

"We're you frozen in fear or just curious to see what would happen?", he asked as he remembers how you stood there without any fear present on your face. When you didn't give him an answer and looked down he knew it was the latter option to his question.

"You made a promise to help us in Hell... You should keep it. Sitri, for now you shall stick to MC's side until she's out of this... curious mindset.", Satan said to Sitri who just made his way over to where you two were.

He wasn't going to scold you, but he needed you to be careful.

Mammon made hands rise up from the floor to shield you from the angel. Those golden hands shielded your entire frame, only disappearing a few seconds after the explosion.

When the hands opened up, you saw the normal blue sky and the red painted ground around you. You made your way over to Mammon and were dragged into a big hug.

"Master... I don't know why you just stood there, but don't do that again."

You felt a bit guilty because of how worried he became. You wanted to apologise, bit were interrupted by Bimet scolding you.

"How could you make his majesty so worried. How could you just stand there without even a reaction of fear in your face. You should be grateful that his Majesty blocked the blast.", the ginger demon rambled on.

He was only stopped when Mammon told him that he scolded you enough.

Beelzebub somehow got you away from that blast. You didn't really know what happened because it went by so fast.

"You should try and fight back or run whenever there's an angel.", Beelzebub said.

He wasn't scolding you, but he did think that it would've been a waste if a snack like you did something like this.

"Oh... and you should sometimes ignore that voice in your head. Stay curious.", he said. He understood what you tried to do. Or why you did it. In fact he has heard Bael rant many times about how you let your curiosity get the better of you. Beelzebub was at least happy that he was on time with saving you... This time...

Leviathan dragged you into his coffin and you both managed to get away from the blast.

You wanted to thank him for saving you, but stopped yourself from doing so the moment he shot an angry glance at you.

"Are you insane? Why did you just stand there instead of running?", he started and didn't stop.

"When I told you that you were dangerous factor to Hell and when I locked you up in my coffin I should've done so.", he said. He didn't really register what he said at that moment, but you did. He was talking about that moment where you met him and that he almost killed you by locking you up in his coffin.

He wanted to continue scolding you and being angry, but it stopped the moment his words fully registered and when he saw tears stream down your face.

He really didn't mean it like that, but he did understand that to you it may have been a bad memory. He embraced you.

"I didn't mean to say that. I just need you to be more careful in general. I've see the stupid things you did out of curiosity, but atleast try to be safe.", he said.

Lucifer, a fallen angel, had more tolerance to the angel's blood than most demons had. Also him having an entire kingdom full with healers helped him in what he did.

He just took the blast for you.

To say that he was angry at yet another wound, that he may or may not be able to heal, was an understatement.

But his anger did vanish a bit when he saw you tear up out of shock, guilt and worry.

"You should continue crying. It's the only thing keeping you safe from me.", he said.

Whether he meant that sexual or not, no one knows. Lucifer's words are just as mysterious as his actions.

He would be healed in no time. Searching for you only to see you getting scolded by Marbas. He didn't stop Marbas.

"His majesty blocked you. You should be very grateful. Also, what would you have doenif you were hit? We are healers yes, but we don't create miracles. You are just like those demons in Abaddon. The ones that give us extra work."

Marbas was angry, but not only because of the explosion incident. Also because of the amount of times you let your intrusive thoughts win. Which results in him and the other nobles of Paradise Lost to heal you.

You coming to Paradise Lost to heal was on par with the amount of times Dantalian came. It maybe is an exaggeration, but that didn't mean that you didn't frequent that place to get healed. At first they blamed it on you being a human, but that thought broke the moment you told Buer that you just wanted to see what would happen if you touched a hot pan.

He, the others and Lucifer were worried.

#whb #what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad?#whb asks #whb satan #whb beel #whb leviathan #whb mammon #whb lucifer

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lucvly · 5 months

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hi, how are you doing ? i was wondering if can you do christmas head canons with matt ?

— christmas headcannons with matt. ⸰ 𖥔 ͙

warnings: just fluff & a slightly suggestive one if you squint.

a/n: hii omg ?? is this Thing on ?? 🎤

— leaves the christmas lights up till january type of person. either a) he’s too lazy to take the decorations down, or b) he just wants you to help him take them down so he avoids it until you bring up the idea of helping him LMAO.

— this man knows how to wrap presents mhm. he’d a hundred percent do that stupid ass trend that’s like “wrapping gifts as something not even remotely close”.

— LOOOVES baking cookies with you aww. he doesn’t even like the baking process itself he just likes the decorating part.

— his presents are definitely well thought out. you offhandedly said you wanted a certain something five months ago? best believe he bought it for you for christmas.

— every single present he gives you includes a handwritten love letter. you love it because it’s always at least three pages long and it’s so cute :(.

— he’s such an attentive boyfriend i’m melting ugh. always has a spare jacket for you in the backseat of his car. he’ll say nick or chris left it there for some reason which is most definitely not true, he keeps it there especially for you just in case you get too cold.

— he doesn’t really like visiting malls on christmas because of the crowds but if you wanna go for some reason he’s absolutely following you around.

— he tries to be secretive with gifts but ends up being a major fail LMFAOO you’ve found out what your presents are on multiple occasions. one time he just left them in the car accidentally and you saw them before he could even do anything about it.

— which leads me to my next point, you and chris have an unspoken secret agreement to tell each other what matters got you for christmas. you tell him his present and he’ll tell you yours.

— this went on for a while before matt actually found out and all hell broke loose Oops.

— a perfectionist when it comes down to gingerbread houses. he eventually gives up though when some of the pieces don’t stick together.

— matching ugly sweaters are a must, duh. sometimes it’ll deadass just be mid june and you’ll catch him wearing one of the matching sweaters. it’s so funny but unironically he loves them, he can’t even figure iut why, he just does.

— he gets chapped lips during winter SORRY !! so you’re absolutely gonna catch him with cherry flavored chapstick and he doesn’t gaf. ( taste tests in the car <3333 )

— he’ll never admit it but he Loves christmas scented candles. he acts like the smell is way too strong or something but light one of those snickerdoodle scented candles and he’s Melting.

— lots of christmas themed pick up lines. deadass texts you in the middle of the night just to be like “can i take your picture? i gotta show santa what i want for christmas.”

— his favorite part of winter is the fact that he gets to spend most of his time cuddled up with you under a fuzzy blanket watching movies.

— expect tons of late night drives with him. he loves seeing how people decorate their houses, and for some reason he loves late night talks with you with soft christmas music playing in the background.

— he would be so serious about kids and santa. i feel like chris would be the type of guy to tell kids santa isn’t real but matt would get so pissed, literally raging.

— gets the worst case of sweet tooth during christmas. cookies, cakes, literally anything sweet idc.

— due to that, he’d a hundred percent get sick during the holidays LMFAOO (constant stomachaches because of the amount of sweets he’s had.)

— he’s definitely very considerate as to who you wanna spend your christmas with. he’s thrilled when you wanna spend christmas with him, his brothers and the rest of his family but he also understands that you wanna spend holidays with your family.

— to get to a fair arrangement, you both agree on: one year celebrating with your family, and another year you celebrate with his.

— though when you celebrate with your family, matt, chris and nick end up crashing at, like, the middle of the night HELLO??

— he loves showing you off and posting with you during the holidays. posting your matching outfits, posting vlogs / videos and hauls of what you got for christmas. it’s soo cute.

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friendsoup · 5 months

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HALLO!! I THE ONE WHO REQ THE MEDI AND DIKKE FIC AND OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR WONDERFUL WRITING!!! I ABSOLUTELY LOVE HOW YOUR WROTE THEM ALL. I legit have lot of fun reading it and laughing at poor digger but got bully by two serious person. I really adore how you write their interactions that just seem in character of them and then the end had me screaming in giddyness.

If is okay could i req again for medi and dikke with a reader that often sleep randomly at the most uncoventional of place, which is how vertin found out your relationship with them. Feel free to decline if you cant but still thank you so much again for writing my req i really love it and i hope you have a nice day!! 😭💖💖

Also i so sorry for ranting

A Quiet Moment

Recipe: Established romantic relationships, GN! Reader, Reader x Medicine Pocket, Reader x Dikke, Dumbass and idiot used as petnames, You and Medi try to out fluster each other, Dikke is a super simp for you, Vertin is supportive WC: 2,001

Chef's Note: WAAAHHH I'm glad you enjoyed the last one!!! I had a lot of fun writing it!!! I'm super happy to write for you again, anon! Don't be afraid to be a repeat customer! If you want, you can assign yourself an emoji even :0! Anyways, I had fun writing this! I have a bunch of requests I gotta bang out though....hehe

Medicine Pocket wasn’t the type for “love”. Or any other foolish emotions. They’ve always found romance to be such a stupid waste of time, taking away from more important things, like their research. More than once a scientist on their team would do something absent mindedly while thinking of their wife at home. Then they’d mess up, ruining Medi’s most important results. Those times were met with no sympathy, Medi ruthlessly tearing into her team members for their foolishness.

…However, you were kinda cute. And interesting. That’s what Medi liked about you most. You were strange, not like the other people they’ve met. They liked everything about you that was different. Your laugh, your personality, your interests. They found it fascinating the way you thought, the way you acted. Medi wanted to study you, and if that wasn’t love? They didn’t know what was. However, the two of you had been keeping things on the low. Medi didn’t want their reputation as a mad scientist to be tarnished, nor did they want to show any weakness in front of their fellow arcanists. Not to mention that you had a reputation of your own to uphold, and a lack of close friends on your team to blab to. The two of you kept quiet about your little arrangement, but that was fine. Neither of you felt the need to brag, and given how fast gossip spread around the suitcase, the two of you were happy to stay far from it. But oh, the foolishness of a person in love never fails.

Naps had always been one of your favorite ways to pass the time, and with how much training you were getting, a heavy layer of exhaustion hung over you like a blanket. No matter how hard you tried to fight it, you were always a few seconds from falling asleep. Lost within your own dreamy haze.

Today just happened to be especially tiring. You were helping out with some chores around the suitcase, preparing for the next mission, when you felt the strong siren call of another nap wash through you. You dragged yourself through the halls, your body too tired to stay upright for long. You needed a place to sleep, and quickly. You found your respite in the dining room, underneath the table. It was nowhere near meal time, so you were certain you’d be undisturbed for a while. Dropping to a crawl, you made your way underneath and placed your head on the wooden floor. It wasn’t comfortable, far from it, but it was enough for you to begin to drift off. Medi hadn’t been looking for you. At least, they didn’t think they were. They’d been wandering all day, avoiding chores like the plague and ignoring the urge to continue their studies. They’d been suffering through a major creative block with their experiments, which frustrated them to no end. They were a genius! Why couldn’t they get it together?

Medi found you underneath the table. At first they laughed at the sight, then a fond smile came to their face. And then, realization. “[Y/N]!” They called, kneeling down to your side. “You’re going to hurt your back if you sleep on the hard floor!” They warned, shaking you awake.

Groggily, you turned to them, annoyed that your nap had been cut short. “Nuh-uh.” “The fuck do you mean ‘Nuh-uh’?!” They exclaimed, “Dumbass! You’re going to hurt yourself! What are you thinking?!” “Tired.” You answer. “So, so tired.” Medi bites their fingertip through the glove, narrowing their eyes at you. “I’ll have to take a blood test to make sure you’re healthy. Even for an idiot like you, this isn’t healthy.”

“You’re worried.” You state, a warm smile growing on your sleepy face. “Nuh-uh!” Medicine Pocket shoots back, turning their face away from you. You can see a blush on their cheeks.

“You know…” You begin, reaching for their hand, “I might sleep better if I have something to rest my head on.” Medicine Pocket’s face grows redder, a pout twisting their expression. “What are you getting at, dumbass? Spit it out!”

“Can I rest my head on your lap?” You ask, bluntly.

Medi covers their face with their hand, still not daring to look at you. A smug smile grows on your lips, enjoying how much you’ve flustered your partner. You don’t expect them to agree, PDA isn’t something the both of you necessarily enjoy. It’s more a game of chicken, seeing who bends first. Medicine Pocket swallows, then nods. “Of course you can.”

Your eyes widen in surprise. “Oh, I wasn’t serious!” You argue, the thought of PDA making your face heat up. “Too late to back out now!” They giggle, scooching next to you. They take a seat right next to your head, patting their lap. “Come on, sweetheart, take a nap with me.”

The pet name, despite how mockingly it’s used, sends an arrow straight through your heart. Though you’re hesitant, the offer is appealing. Cuddling with Medi isn’t something you often get to do, and here they are, presenting you with the opportunity. And so you lift your head, and place it on their lap. They squeak instantly, the flush returning to their face all at once. “Hey! What if someone sees us?” “They won’t.” You mutter, already losing the battle to sleep. You yawn. Medicine Pocket is so warm, and feels so soft beneath your head. You could stay like this forever, you think. “Nobody will.”

“Are you sure?” Medicine Pocket asks, yet they get no answer. You’ve already fallen asleep, lost in your own dreams. Medicine Pocket sighs, putting a hand on your head and stroking your hair softly. You remind them of one of their dogs like this. All gentle and cute. They find themselves smiling uncontrollably, lost in the bliss of being close to you. About a half hour later, Vertin enters the dining room. “Medicine Pocket? [Y/N]?” She calls, glancing around the room. “Where did the two of you go?” She asks herself, a scowl deepening on her face. The two of you were skipping your responsibilities, and as leader, she had to get you both on track. Medi froze, eyes wide with fear. They couldn’t be caught in a situation like this! Especially by the Timekeeper! But they also couldn’t escape! Your sleeping face was just too cute, they didn’t want to disturb it!

And then you snored. It was a slight, quick breath, but Vertin is a very perceptive girl, and she heard it right away.

“[Y/N]?” Vertin asked, “Are you napping again? You’ve ought to get your tiredness checked out by a-” She leaned over to peer under the table, locking eyes with Medicine pocket. “Oh!” Vertin exclaimed, before her eyes fell upon you, slumbering away. “Oooh.” “It’s not what it looks like!” Medi objected, keeping their voice to a hush. “It’s just- I’m just! It’s an experiment! They’re a test subject to me!” A light danced in Vertin's eyes as she saw you two, though her face bore no changed expression. “It’s alright. Your secret is safe with me.” She gave a curt nod, and stood. “Vertin- Wait!” Medicine called behind her, panic in their voice. “You’ve got it all wrong! No!” “You have nothing to worry about.” Vertin reassured them. “I wish you two love and prosperity.”

“Vertin?!”

Though Vertin did not breathe a word to a single soul, the suitcase was alight a week later with rumors of the new couple among their numbers. And though your days of being a quiet couple were over, at least Medi didn’t feel so embarrassed to be seen sleeping next to you anymore.

Her Peace

Dikke had never been a fan of romance in plays.

The way bards would speak on and on about the sweetness of love, of the bliss of another’s touch, of the pangs in one’s heart, it didn’t seem possible to her. How could love be so powerful? She’d felt romance before, towards some fellow knights, though her feelings never clouded her judgment. She always managed to keep a clear mind, and was able to keep her thoughts rational. The stuff the bards spoke of was hyperbole. …You muddied that belief. Dikke was unbelievably weak for you. It scared her, in all honesty. She’d never been so vulnerable around someone before. Your smile made her sway, your laugh made her weak in the knees. She found herself thinking of you late into the night, unable to close her eyes without seeing your face. The walls she’d spent so many years building, crashed around her. Destroyed by a single person. Nobody knew of this relationship of yours. It wasn’t as though it was secret, it just wasn’t something you discussed with other people. Dikke didn’t often speak on matters of the heart, and you never found a good excuse to bring it up. And thus, the suitcase was unaware of the budding relationship in their midsts. Dikke had been training for hours. It was what she did to clear her mind, to calm her anxieties. There was something comforting about doing repeated exercises. It kept both her and her blade sharp. However, it was also extraordinarily tiring. The hard labor strained her muscles, making each movement painful. Though she was careful to never overexert herself, she still remained sore after each intensive workout. This time was no different.

Dikke dragged herself through the forest, focusing on her deep breaths. Birds sang in the trees around her, the same songs they’d sung in her homeland. Bees buzzed by her, brushing gently against her as she walked, clumsily making their way through. The same way they did a hundred years ago. And before then as well. Dikke lost herself in thought as she walked, allowing the nostalgia to ease her weary bones. And then she saw you. Like something out of a fairytale. You were sprawled beneath a grand oak tree, your chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm. Dikke was stunned by your beauty, completely beside herself at the sight of you. Was it OK for her to see you like this? So vulnerable and pretty? Her heartbeat quickened, it was so loud she was worried it would wake you. You looked so peaceful, it made her dizzy. The fact that you could sleep so soundly here, without a care in the world… She wanted that tranquility. That trust in the world. Dikke sat next to you in the plush grass, keeping her guard up. She couldn’t just leave you here! What if something happened? She’d never forgive herself! As quietly as she could, she removed her cape, draping it over you in a single movement. Dikke loved the view of you in her cape. Seeing it made it hard for her to think, her brain only filled with thoughts of you. Surely it was alright to indulge. Just this once? You wouldn’t mind the company, would you? Holding her breath, Dikke laid beside you, leaving a few inches of space between the two of you. She didn’t want to intrude, but she wanted some of that peace. Some of that tranquility you held.

It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep. The mix of the workout and your presence was too much on her weary mind. By the time Vertin found the two of you, you were entangled in each other’s arms. Your head on Dikke’s chest, and her face pressed into your hair. The sight surprised the timekeeper, though she knew better than to react. She didn’t want to risk waking you up.

Later, Vertin would seek you out. “I see you’ve found your knight in shining armor.” She tells you. Though it doesn’t reach her face, you can hear the smirk in her voice. “What do you mean by that?” You ask, confused. “I wish you and Dikke well. That’s all you need to know.” She responds. You grow too flustered to continue the conversation any further.

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sporadicthingcollection · 7 months

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Smash or Pass: Part 4/4 (LA!Buggy the Clown x Reader)

Summary: It's the last stop before the Grand Line and you slink away for a quiet evening. The universe, however, decides to clown on you. Sequel to Kiss, Marry, Kill. Pairing: LA!Buggy the Clown x F!Reader Rating: Semi-explicit. Warnings: Attempted murder. Word Count: ~3.6k.

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PART 4: In which you prepare for a walk of shame, avoid eating your hair, and do some storm prepping.

Oh, what a wonderful dream. There you were, the High Surgeon Princess, besieged by uncultured swine. You thought for sure your time was up, but then the Harlequin Outlaw swooped in like the incorrigible, irascible rapscallion you've always wanted in your life and saved you from certain doom and dishonor. You graciously treated his wounds and one thing led to another and you fucked like rabbits in springtime. You got married and had two-point-five children and lived happily ever after in a castle with a white picket fence.

Unfortunately, your marital bliss is interrupted by the sun on your face and a battleaxe pingponging around in your skull.

You grumble. You hate Drunk You. She’s a bitch who doesn’t know her limits. Next time you see her, you’re gonna kill her.

Your cheek is stuck to something smooth, your arm is under something heavy, and something wispy tickles your lashes. You open your eyes to find that they’re all the same thing -- a broad expanse of tanned skin stretched taut over hard muscle, draped with a head of long, blue hair.

Alright, maybe Drunk You isn’t so bad. She knows your tastes and left you a thoughtful gift. Maybe you’ll get a bonus round.

You drape your other arm over him and explore. Nice pecs, fuzzy chest, cock semi-erect… ooh, soft belly. Very nice.

You walk your fingers up to his face. Stubble, pierced ear… what the hell is that on his face?

You sit up as much as you can with your arm stuck under your gentleman friend.

Your memories come rushing back like water through a sluice. Your blood turns to ice. You’re never drinking again.

You’re stuck. In bed. Naked. With Buggy. Buggy. Fucking Buggy. Not Kuro, who at least had some class while he tried to eviscerate you. Not Mihawk, who has no beef with you personally and doesn’t wear a shirt. Not even that handsome Marine with the sword and suit.

You could have lived with any of those, but no, you wake up next to the most pathetic man in the four Blues. A literal clown. A vainglorious loser. A man who wants to rip your captain, your best friend, limb from limb and feed him to sharks.

Do you think you could chew your arm off before he wakes up?

You look for any sign of him stirring. Eyes closed, hair falling in his face, lips parted slightly as he breathes. One strong arm tucked underneath his head and the other in a loose fist by his mouth.

He looks so cute and peaceful. Ugh.

He shifts enough for you to free your arm and, just as you thank the gods, he lets out a snore that could have come from an ox. You can’t help but laugh.

Maybe this wasn’t a mistake. Maybe this was two people fooling around. Maybe nothing will come of this and you'll both go on your merry way with a fond memory of a night of drinking, dancing, and screwing. La-di-da-di-day. Everyone wins.

You stand up on shaky legs and examine yourself. A lot of little bruises on your thighs where he gripped you, but no hickeys. Thank God.

There’ll be no hiding the walk of shame, but you can at least maintain some dignity. You fix your hair, rinse your mouth out with the water in the dry sink basin, and sponge bath yourself with…

Hmm. No washcloth and you're out of rags. There’s gotta be something around here you can use.

Like the candy cane bandanna on the floor. You snatch it up and, wetting it, give yourself a quick wipe down. Pits, tits, pussy, as the saying goes. You'd never forgive yourself if you got something nasty from this.

“Oh,” says a soft voice.

You turn. Buggy, propped up on his elbow, blinks sleepily at you. The sun lights up his hair like a shallow sea on a calm morning, shifting and shimmering as he brushes a few strands out of his face.

Your stomach jumps up your throat in a most pleasant way. Clearly, it’s conspiring with your heart against your brain.

He rubs those wide, gorgeous eyes. “Thought you’d’ve made your exit.”

You were about to. You shrug. "Just enjoying the view. Counting the masts.”

Hook baited. The joke is right there. Right there. He’ll say ‘I’ve got a mast for you right here, hur hur’ and you’ll have an excuse to get the hell outta here.

But he smiles. Not the showman’s smile he gets before he says something he thinks is clever. It’s soft. Warm. The kind of smile one bestows in private to those deemed worthy.

"Glad you didn't," he says.

Your brain puts up a valiant defense, but the heart-stomach alliance is winning. You swallow.

His smile wavers slightly. “Is that my bandanna?”

Shame burns your ears. "Sorry. I'll wash it--"

He flaps his hand dismissively. "Keep it. I've got plenty."

He pulls the sheets back and by God, nothing has ever looked as tempting as him. Him, a pirate with a weird nose who tried to kill you, sprawled out on scratchy, threadbare sheets, his fat cock laying there so deliciously—

You swallow again. Your pussy has joined the siege on your brain and they’ve voted to rename it the Organ Entente.

He stretches as he stands, his muscles rippling as he pops and rolls his joints. Sunlight pours over his body, draping him in liquid gold. He pulls his hair from its ponytail and gives it a good shake before putting it back up.

Lest your eyes join the fight as well, you turn away. Count the masts in the harbor. See if you can spy any Marines. Find the Merry.

Two strong arms drape around your shoulders, pulling you against a broad, warm chest. He rests his chin on your head. “Think I can see my ship from here,” he murmurs.

And in jumps your skin from the top rope. The nerves have betrayed the brain, charging over the ridge to aid the Entente in its assault. “Yeah?”

“Right over there. The Big Top.” He points to a perfectly normal-looking ship, nothing like the beast that waylaid you a few weeks ago. “Well, she’s the Loosey Baru now. Heard the Marine captain's a real bulldog, so we did her makeup and gave her a costume change.”

“Amazing what you can get away with when your sail’s not a big Jolly Roger.” You were the only one against putting a giant WE ARE PIRATES sign on your mainsail, but you got outvoted.

His chest thrums as he giggles. “Subtlety is for cowards.”

You scoff. “Subtlety is for people who like not being in prison.”

"And being flashy is for people like me.” His head moves to your shoulder. His stubble scratches against your cheek. “Who like meeting girls like you.”

The Entente breaks through the wall and feelings flood your brain. Warm feelings. Fuzzy feelings. Feelings that make you absently kiss the side of his nose before you’re even conscious you’re moving.

Buggy goes stiff and not in the fun way that pokes your kidneys. He jerks away from you, gaze hard as he searches your face. Whatever he’s looking for, he must not find it, because a moment later he kisses your lips.

Overwhelmed, your brain surrenders. The Entente celebrates by jumping around all through your body, bouncing from your head to your toes. They also must have fired off a twenty-one-gun salute, too. Why else would your ears be ringing like bells? Big bells? Big, glorious, golden wedding bells?

But it's over as soon as it started. He pulls away and straightens up. “C'mon, let's get outta here before the matron gives us the hook."

Dressing goes smoothly enough for the both of you. Socks and gloves are retrieved. Drawers are located. Your bra and his scarf are found. You stuff his bandanna into your pocket and he settles on a ponytail.

You’re pulling on your trousers when you see him looking in a small compact mirror, carefully drawing green swoops on his face with what looks like an oil pastel.

“Makeup at a time like this?” you ask.

“Flashiness is next to godliness.” He draws a cross on his forehead, then regards himself. “Ech, I need a shave...”

You pause as you fasten your belt. “Gimme a few grand and I’ll shave you so smooth you’ll look like a ten-year-old. Promise not to cut your tongue off this time.”

“Done.” He swaps the green pastel for a tube of lipstick and moves on to his mouth, smearing his lips red. “Gonna have to straighten out my cabin first. Place’s been a mess since... well, always."

You pause mid-bra hooking. "Huh?"

“Haven’t shared with anyone ‘til now.” He rubs his lips together. “Not like it’s dirty — just clothes and shit everywhere. Hope you don't need much closet space.”

What the hell is he on about? You pull your shirt over your head. “Sharing quarters?”

“What, you think I’d stick you in with the freaks? My bed’s big enough for two.” With the back of his wrist, he smears the color onto his cheeks and into the gruesome smile he’s known for. “Not to mention that it's a bed and not a hammock. You ever try to fuck in a hammock? Ain't easy, lemme tell ya."

You lace up your shoes. "I have no idea what you’re on about."

"I’ll show you when we get back to the ship."

"What ship?”

Any mirth in Buggy's face vanishes. He looks at you, brows knit. "My ship," he says slowly. “We’ll get you settled, then I’ll go take care of my business, and we'll haul anchor when I get back."

The audacity of this man. "You really think Luffy'll let you kidnap me? He'll be on you like suckers on a squid."

He’s giving you a look you know well: the do-you-need-a-psych-eval-cuz-you’re-talking-crazy look. “Since when is going with someone willingly kidnapping?”

You return the look. "What the hell makes you think I'm going with you at all?"

He pockets the lipstick and clicks the compact shut. He steps towards you. “You said if I screwed you to the wall, you’d come with me. I did just that. And then I asked if you meant it, and you said you did.”

"That's not--" You falter. Okay, you can see how bringing up what he said and telling him to do it could be misinterpreted.

Well, shit. Miscommunication strikes again. "Sorry you got your hopes up."

Buggy falters. Something stirs the rivers of his eyes, the same vulnerable, hurt something you saw lurking when you'd insulted his nose. His gaze drifts downwards and his jaw clenches.

Remorse douses you in a bucket of ice water. You're officially a giant asshole. And a slut. And a dumb bitch lush who hurt someone you actually started caring about.

For a moment, you consider recanting. Go with him. Run off and join the circus like you always threatened you would. Sail the seas with a colorful cast. Get rocked every night.

You stop yourself. Enough. You hate a captive audience, you're not a pillager, and while you are a slut, you're not desperate. You have people you know you can trust. Stick with them. Don't jump in with the wildcard.

Buggy huffs, snapping you out of your musings. The hurt in his eyes has faded and the rivers are still. The eerie calm before the storm surge.

"You led me on," he growls.

"I did no such--"

A knife flies past your head, taking off a few strands of hair and shattering the window.

Buggy's shoulders rise and fall rapidly. He readies another knife. "I'm gonna rip your lying tongue out."

You suppose that's karma. You edge towards the window and he matches your step. Another knife narrowly misses the back of your head.

“And then I'm gonna drag you across the keel by your fingernails."

Ouch. A third knife sails past your nose. You're almost there...

"And then I'll nail your corpse to the figurehead!"

He lunges at you and you at him. You dive low, hitting the floor as he hits the dry sink and leaves the way to the door wide open.

Unfortunately for you, it's locked. You turn the bolt only to be pulled away and spun around by the strap of your satchel.

Buggy pins you against the door, yet another knife at your throat, his arm against your chest, and his knee between your legs. It would be hot if it wasn't for the deranged churn and roil in his eyes.

"I'm gonna ask one more time," he says. “You coming with?”

“No,” you spit. You try to kick him off, but he holds you fast.

He cracks a bit in both composure and voice. “What’s that little rubber prick got that I don’t, huh?! What's it gonna take?!”

“He’s never tried to kill me.” Not on purpose, anyways. “And he doesn't hurt innocent people.”

Frustration ripples through his eyes, and his gaze drifts downwards. “Well, I’m hurt.”

"You're not exactly innocent!" He doesn't notice your hand sneaking towards the knob. "He'll have to be dead, dying, or catatonic before I leave him."

He looks back up. Defeat hardens into determination. "Consider it done."

You really shouldn’t say what you’re about to say, but the words are out before you can stop them. “Good fuckin' luck, big nose.”

The river rages. The floodgates crack and the levees break. He drops the knife and reels back a punch.

You twist the knob. The door opens outwards and he sails past you, landing a heap on the floor.

"Sorry," you say. You really do mean it. He tries to grab your ankles, but you dodge his hands.

The bar looks like a stampede went through it. The matron looks up from her cleaning as you leap down the stairs. "How's your boyfriend?"

"Trying to kill me." You sprint for the front door, only to pause. "This happens a lot. Situation normal." One more pause. "And he's not my boyfriend."

An impotent roar hits your ears. "I'm gonna make you eat your hair!"

And there's your cue. Exit, pursued by a clown.

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In hindsight, it makes sense that Sanji would be in the galley making breakfast. You still scream like you saw a corpse when he greets you, but he doesn’t take it personally. Just offers you a warm drink and a place to sit.

You sit at the counter while he pours you a steaming mug of black coffee. You drink deeply. “How do you always manage to make a perfect cup?”

“If I told you that, I’d be out of a job.” He returns his attention to the stove. “So what’s his name?”

You almost spit your coffee all over him. “Say again?”

“You're gone all night and come home in the morning looking like you ran the whole way.” He gives you a sympathetic smile. “Will you at least tell me if you were chased? Just in case we need to bust some heads.”

“I think I lost him by the shipyard.” You stare into the swirling steam. “If you fell in love with someone, would you leave the crew to be with them?”

Sanji’s gaze drifts upwards. "Didn't I already?"

But he's... Oh. Ooooh. "Alright, that was smooth. But you know what I mean."

He pulls a frying pan from the cabinet, gazing into its sheen like a scrying mirror. "I'm not sure. Depends." He looks up. “Is this the same person who sent you running?”

“No,” you say on impulse. Sanji continues to stare at you. You slump. “Yes.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Love always hits like a hurricane,” he says. You quirk your eyebrow at him. “Old East Blue saying. It's sudden, fast, and sweeps you off your feet.”

Not the only thing that does that. "Speaking from experience?”

“First time I saw you, love,” he says with a wink and a smile.

You blush in spite of yourself and laugh. “Call me in ten years. I’m a bit old for you.”

His smile grows. “Could have fooled me.” He clicks the burner on and turns to dig around in the refrigerator. “So, tell me about your temptation.”

“What's there to say? Boy meets girl, boy drinks with girl, boy dances with girl, boy kisses girl…” Boy blows girl's back out, boy gets his heart broken, and boy threatens to make girl eat her hair. “...and here I am.”

“Sounds like a swell guy.” He sets a stick of butter, a rasher of bacon, and a dozen eggs on the table. "At least you had fun."

You snort. “So what do I do about B—” You catch yourself. “About this hurricane of mine?”

Sanji looks at you. Not that accusing right-into-your-soul look that Nami does, but like a man contemplating fish in a pond. “Well, you could build a sea wall, evacuate to higher ground, dance around naked in the rain…”

You chuckle. You wouldn’t mind seeing that. “What would you do?”

He smiles. “Batten down the hatches and enjoy the rising tide.”

You nod. Certainly something to chew on.

Standing, you take your mug. “I’m going to sit on deck. Photosynthesize a bit,” you say. You smile. “Thanks for listening, Sanji. I mean it.”

"Any time, love. I'd never judge." He cracks eggs one by one into the frying pan. “Every big storm has a name. What’s this one?"

You pull the bandanna from your pocket. You should hang it out to dry. “Hurricane Buggy.”

As you head out on deck, you hear the mighty splat of eggs hitting the floor.

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The Buggy Pirates are no stranger to their captain's mercurial temper. Laughing one moment, shouting the next, then throwing a violent fit about who knows what, then back to cackling.

But this is extreme even for him.

They linger outside his cabin, listening to the crashing and slamming. No shouting, though. Just the occasional huffing and puffing, followed by the crack of splintering wood and the whunk of knives hitting the wall.

"How long's he been at this?" the strongwoman asks the fire eater.

"Longer than usual," he mutters. "No one knows why."

The old fortune teller -- also the cook -- crosses her arms. "He was gone all night and he comes back with a love bite. Could only have been a woman."

The shatter of glass makes everyone flinch. Still, not a sound from the captain.

"Could've been a fella," the strongwoman says.

The cook shakes her head. "I've been around a long time, girl. Only a woman could drive a man to this sort of madness. The fury of a woman scorned is nothing compared to the rage of a rejected man."

The contortionist rolls his eyes. "So he fucked around and found out. So what? Mohji said he had eyeballs on the rubber kid's crew. We need to move."

The strongwoman casts him an appraising look. "If you wanna go in and get him, be my guest."

He blinks, then frowns. He crosses his arms. "We could all go in there."

"I'm not gonna fight a guy with a shitload of knives."

"We can take him. Not like he can't stab all of us."

"He literally can."

"Wait. Shh, shh, shh." The fire eater puts a finger to his lips and holds up his hand. "You hear that?"

They all listen. They hear nothing. Silence.

He presses his ear to the door. "He's singing," he says with a frown.

They all glance at each other. That's never a good sign. "Singing what?"

"You know the one about the guy who gets drunk and kills his woman and gets hanged for it?" They nod. "That one."

The cook gives the strongwoman her famous told-ya-so look. The strongwoman rolls her eyes.

The door opens. The fire eater leaps away and everybody tries to look like they weren't eavesdropping as Captain Buggy comes strolling out, fiddling with his scarf and humming. He looks perfectly normal -- well, as normal as a man like him can look.

He speaks like he hasn't spent the last hour tearing his cabin apart. "Mornin', folks!"

The marksman looks at the strongwoman. Say something, it says. She shakes her head and looks at the cook. She looks at the contortionist, who looks right at the captain.

"Rough night, cap'n?" he asks.

Captain Buggy freezes. Everyone flinches.

Slowly, he turns to the contortionist. His expression doesn't change as a disembodied hand snatches the man by the neck and throws him into the water. Everyone jumps away, but nobody dares move any more.

Captain Buggy recalls his hand. "Mohji's found Rubber Boy, huh?" he says. "Great! Right on schedule. One little last minute change, though. The brunette with the long hair? I want her alive."

They look at each other again. "I thought we were gonna kill them all," the strongwoman says.

"Oh, we will. First, I kill Rubber Boy. His ass is still mine. Then you all clean up his little friends. And then..." His voice drops. "I teach the little diva a lesson, and then I'm gonna kill her." The darkness vanishes, and he returns to being jovial. "But first, breakfast!"

He strolls off, humming to himself. As soon as he's out of earshot, the cook speaks.

"Oh, he has got it bad," she says.

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Take a look at a boy like me

Never stood on my own two feet

Now I'm blue as I can be

Oh, love come get me down!

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swiftsgirlfriend · 6 months

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𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍.

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𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌&𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌. bradley bradshaw x reader, no use of y/n mentions of alcohol, swearing, allusions to sex, mentions of porn/pornstars, fluff, 18+ only, mdni

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖻𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖽.

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You sigh and roll your eyes as yet another cheesy fake 70s party song comes on. (a.n: yk the songs that arent from the 70s but sound sort of disco-esque so they’re on every 70s party playlist ever. those)

This was certainly not what you were expecting when you decided to go to The Hard Deck’s “70’s themed night” although you scold yourself for not knowing better. 70’s themed nights are never what you hope they’ll be.

You look around at everyone happily dancing, clad in their god-awful hippie and disco costumes and wish you were back home. At least then you could listen to some good music. But you’d already had a couple drinks, and were warm in your barstool so decided to stick it out for a bit longer.

You felt so out of place in your outfit (an actual vintage 70’s outfit) and the music was almost literally making your ears bleed. One more drink you tell yourself. Then you can call a cab to go home.

You swivel your barstool around and ask Penny for another drink.

“Hey, Penny, next time you have a decade-themed night, please let me be in charge of the music.” you tell her, only half-jokingly as she begins making your drink.

“Terrible isn’t it.” a voice says, startling you.

You turn your barstool around to see a tall, handsome man, standing behind you.

“The music I mean.” he continues “Most of it isn’t even from the 70’s.”

As you listen to him, you notice what he’s wearing. He may be the only other person who isn’t wearing a silly costume and is actually dressed like he was from the 70’s. You also notice his thick moustache, which makes you laugh a little. He really could be from the 70’s with that thing.

“I know right.” you answer. “Honestly it’s like no-one appreciates the art that is true 70’s disco.”

He smiles and chuckles, and it makes you smile too. It also makes your tummy flutter. You turn around to get your drink to avoid the embarrassment of him seeing your rosy cheeks.

“So what are you supposed to be? A… groupie for Led Zeppelin?” he asks teasingly.

You turn back around and say:

“What are you supposed to be? A pornstar from the 70’s?” you say, smirking.

That makes him laugh even louder which, consequently, makes the butterflies in your tummy flutter even harder.

“Exactly.” he replies, playing along. “The best in the business.”

“Oh really?”

“Really. I mean, are you surprised? Who wouldn’t want to see all this.” he says while gesturing up and down his body.

“Oh no, I get it” you start, standing up finally. “That moustache just really… does something to me.” you say flirtatiously, not really lying. You wouldn’t mind feeling that moustache in… places.

He smirks.

“Hey well, maybe you could be my co-star then.”

“Bold thing to say when you haven’t even told me your name yet.” you reply.

“Bradley.”

“Nice to meet you Bradley.”

“So what’s your name, baby?” he asks back.

Oh fuck. The word baby coming from his mouth made you weak behind the knees.

You tell him your name almost stuttering as you do so and he smiles his pretty smile.

“How come I’ve never seen you here before?”

“I’ve only been here a few times.” you answer honestly. “I’m sort of, new to Miramir.”

“Well, I’ll bet you’re glad you moved here. Now you can say you’ve met the best pornstar on the West Coast.”

You giggle. He likes that sound. He could get used to hearing it.

“Oh I’m extremely glad… what’s your name?”

“Forget already?” he asks, sort of disappointed.

“No I mean your pornstar name. You gotta have one.”

“Rooster.” he answers quickly.

“I feel like you’re trying to tell me something here.” you say, eyeing him suspiciously.

“No.” he laughs, “No, it’s my callsign.”

“Ohh, I see. You’re a flyboy.”

“Precisely.”

You’re honestly not surprised. Half the population of Miramir (aka Fightertown) is aviators. Plus, you could imagine him being in the Navy. Tall, broad, most likely muscular judging by the way his arms bulge out of his button up.

A silence falls between you for a moment, before Bradley speaks again.

“What do you say, me and you have a little boogie. Show them how it’s done.” he says, nodding his head in the direction of the people currently on the dance floor.

“You know, I really would, but this music is like, impossible, to dance to.” you say.

You cannot dance. And this man is basically perfection. There is no way you’re embarrassing yourself like that.

“Right, yeah fair enough. But just to be clear, if there was good music, you’d dance with me?”

“Of course I would.”

“Okay… you know what, I’ll be back in a second.” he says before hurriedly walking off.

Fuck. You think. He wanted to dance with you and you turned him down. Are you actually stupid. He’s probably not coming back.

You take a long sip of your drink, finishing it off, and just about ready to call a cab, when all of a sudden you hear the start of a familiar song.

You smile as the intricate and funky guitar solo of Get Down Tonight by KC & The Sunshine Band plays.

Then Bradley is in front of you again.

“Wanna dance?” he says, feigning nonchalance, and holding his hand out.

“Fine. But only because I really like this song.”

You take his hand and he brings you ro the dance-floor.

“Just a fair warning though, I can’t dance. Like at all.” you tell him.

“Sure you can baby. Everyone can dance. Did you not watch Dirty Dancing.”

That makes you laugh, and he swears he feels his heart melt a little.

“Just follow my lead. I’ll teach you.” he tells you reassuringly.

At first, you’re hesitant to let yourself relax, but the longer the song goes on, the longer he’s looking at you with his puppy-dog eyes, the more difficult it becomes to stay tense. After a minute or two, you’re lost in the song and the feeling of his hands on your hips goes straight to your head, making you feel more tipsy than you are.

When the song finally ends, you’re hot and sweaty but also extremely giggly and honestly impressed with your and Bradley’s dancing.

He takes you back to the bar, both of you laughing.

“Baby, I thought you said you couldn’t dance! You were amazing!” Bradley tells you.

“It was all you!” you tell him.

“Nah. You’re a stellar dancer, babe.”

“Maybe it was the song. Brings out the best dance moves in us.”

“I knew you’d like it. Honestly thank god you did because I paid that DJ $10 to put it on.”

“You paid him? Why?”

“Well, he told me he couldn’t change the setlist but I wanted to dance with you.”

“Bradley you didn’t have to-”

“Give me your number.” he interrupts.

“What?”

“You know, as a thanks. Since I taught you how to dance and all.” he responds, almost shyly.

He gives you those puppy-dog eyes again, and well, how could you say no?

“Okay.”

He smiles his gorgeous smile for the millionth time that night, and you have a feeling, a nice warm feeling and you’re sure you’ll be seeing that smile a lot from now on.

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ackermanbloodline · 10 months

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Paperwork (Part III) - Levi Ackerman x Female Reader

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Warning: Gory/violent imagery ahead.

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The ride to the old Scout Regiment headquarters is quiet except for Oruo, who gives a briefing to the entire squad about the headquarters’ history. He also gives Eren some shit for being a “greenhorn,” which he probably needs. You don’t intervene. You remember those days and look back on them with fondness.

You make an active effort to avoid Levi’s gaze like the plague, although you can’t help but notice that his scowl is a little more pronounced than usual today. You aren’t sure if it’s from a lack of sleep or your presence. Perhaps a little bit of both.

You spend the entire day cleaning the headquarters with the squad. You hardly exchange any words with anybody, considering you’ve never met any of them, except for Eren. You both exchanged formalities after he introduced himself to you. Although he fit the stereotypical awkward teenager archetype, he was polite and formal.

In the evening, you continue work by yourself to clean the room that Levi had assigned to you. Meanwhile, Eren and Petra hold a conversation as to how Levi got into the Scouts. You always wondered that yourself but knew it was none of your business. You try not to eavesdrop and you only catch an occasional word here and there: rogue, commander, black market. Then it goes quiet.

Suddenly, the Captain’s words to Eren boom throughout the corridors and hallways, making you jump.

“Your cleaning is lamentable. Back upstairs, now.”

You wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of Levi’s wrath like that. So just when you think the room is clean, you clean it again just to be sure. Your fingers are sore and red, even some of your skin peels off as a result of your labor. Sweat gathers at your hairline and at the small of your back.

As you are scrubbing the underside of a table, you see darkness creeping into the corners of your vision. You take a few deep breaths and close your eyes for a moment, swallowing a thick wad of saliva.

Everything is fine. I’m fine.

Those are your famous last words for when you shakily stand up, everything goes black.

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You stir awake and are immediately greeted with a sharp pain behind your eyelids. The room is lit with a dim flickering of a candle on the side of the uncomfortable bed you are currently laying on.

Wh… I don’t remember going to bed… How long have I been sleeping? Shit.

You look out the open window across the room and the sky is dark, the paleness of the moon illuminating the chipped window pane. After rubbing your eyes tiredly, a familiar dark figure leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed catches your attention.

It’s gotta be…

“Levi?” you question groggily, squinting at him. “What happened?”

“Well, would you look at that? Sleeping Beauty’s finally woke up.”

He takes a few steps towards you, pulling a stool out from beside the nightstand and sitting at your bedside. You lean up in bed despite the raging headache that’s making your head throb. You hold your head in your hands, but still make an effort to carry a conversation with him.

“Agh. You didn’t kiss me or anything, did you?”

Levi’s expression remains stoic at your attempt at a joke. He almost seems like a different person compared to last night. Still, your lips curl upward slightly at him.

“Not even sleep deprivation has an effect on your humor, or lack thereof,” he pauses and you laugh weakly. “I called everybody down to have a meeting to find you passed out. You’ve only been resting for about an hour or two. When’s the last time you slept?”

You genuinely try to answer Levi’s question, scouring one side of your mind to the other, and you come up with nothing. A few days ago, at the very least. You hang your head low and a deep pain shoots throughout your skull and you wince. You curse under your breath.

You squeak, “A while.”

Levi sighs loudly.

“Your lack of commitment to humanity is deplorable. It’s almost like you want to be kicked out of the Scouts.”

Your mouth drops open in shock. The tension in the air between you two instantly becomes almost suffocating. And not the good kind.

“Excuse me?”

“You could’ve busted your head open today, consider yourself lucky. But if you had even the slightest damn bit of sense, you’d make a better effort to take care of yourself.”

“Oh yeah? Riddle me this, Levi, when’s the last time you slept? Or ate anything for that matter? Nothing like the pot calling the kettle black.”

“I don’t have to explain myself to you,” his voice begins to rise. “You are under my authority now, whether we both like it or not. And this is about you and your carelessness. First it was the paperwork and now you’re missing squad meetings. What’s going to happen next? Getting eaten by a titan?”

Both of you go quiet, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. You stare at him in shock, not believing the words he just said to you. Tears begin to well up in your eyes and you look away from him, closing them as you speak. You take a steady breath in.

“Captain Levi,” you say, very lowly and as stable as you can. “I think it’s best if you leave.”

He gets up without another word, his footsteps echoing across the walls until the sounds disappear into the distance.

If there was ever a moment where you wanted to hide away from humanity forever, this would be it. You clench your hands together harshly below the blanket as they sit on your thighs, your nails biting into the flesh of your palms and manifesting as crescent-shaped indentations. Tears silently fall.

Fuck you, Levi.

* * *

Time goes by and contact between you and the Captain is very limited. You only speak to one another when necessary. Many things have happened: the captured titans, Sawney and Beane, are killed by a soldier, the 104th Cadets had their decision ceremony, and Hange has conducted experiments with Eren.

Today is the 57th Exterior Scouting Mission, which aims to plot a course from Calaneth District to Shiganshina District. There, in the basement, Eren’s home holds some sort of secret about the titans. That’s all the commander disclosed.

A certain nervousness always comes over you during excursions outside the walls, accompanied with shaky hands and a fast heart rate, but you have still somehow made it out alive. What would make today any different?

You are up earlier than the other members of Levi Squad. You feel fully rested today and better than ever. You tiptoe through the quiet halls and open the back door. You step outside and wiggle your toes in the grass while deeply breathing in the fresh air, enjoying this moment of peace in the preface of the havoc that is to come. The stars are still out but you can see the dark blue sky beginning to lighten. The rest of the squad should be up anytime now. Levi is probably boarded up in his room thinking about the expedition with very minimal sleep to go on for the day.

“You’re up early.”

Speak of the devil. You still stand with your back facing Captain Levi.

“As are you, per usual.”

“Listen, I want to apologize for what I said,” his voice is right next to you now, standing beside you and looking up at the sky. “It was out of line. And I’m sorry.”

“Thank you for your apology, Captain Levi, but what’s done is done. Now, will you please leave me be so I can just have a moment’s peace?”

He doesn’t respond for a moment, but when he does, it’s quiet.

“Don’t be long.”

* * *

Later, you’re riding with the troop of horses as they charge through Calaneth District, which is in ruins. Buildings have collapsed. You even notice a few skeletons here and there lining the dilapidated streets. You don’t dwell on the thought of what kind of life used to live here. Some 100 soldiers are joining forces today. You note that most of them will not make it out alive and take in their determined, hopeful faces.

If only they knew what they are about to see.

“We’ve got a ten-meter closing in from the left!” Hange shouts to the others and proceeds to gush about her curiosity of the titans.

The support squad takes care of it and continues to engage in combat with approaching titans as the Scout Regiment continues its advance. You ride alongside Levi Squad and your attention remains unhinged, unlike Sasha’s, who is reprimanded for straying away from the troop’s focus of moving forward.

The loud clattering of hooves on the rough ground makes it hard for anybody to hear anything. But once the scouts reach titan territory, you see Commander Erwin whip his left arm out as a signal.

“Long-range formation, let’s go!”

Commander Erwin’s formation method has been proven to lessen soldier casualties during scouting missions like this. The signal flares were shown to be useful so he could adjust the formation accordingly. And so far, it’s working. Green smoke signals pierce the partly cloudy sky in the distance to the right as Levi Squad continues on horseback. “Uruo, pass it on,” Captain Levi commands.

“With pleasure, sir!”

After Uruo follows the order and fires a green flare, it’s quiet for a few moments. Eren looks deep in thought. All the others do, too. And you were sure that you all are thinking the same thing: how is the situation, really?

“Reporting, sir!”

Everyone’s attention turns to the voice, a lone male soldier riding alongside your squad.

“An oral message: it appears the right-wing spotters have been wiped out! The early warning network is compromised! One of you will need to relay the message down the line!”

“You heard the man, Petra. Go on.”

You attempt to recall who was in the right wing. You only remember one soldier in particular: Armin, Eren’s best friend. You turn your head towards Eren and he looks horrified, sweat running down his face but his countenance is still decisive and purposeful.

You are ripped out of your thoughts when you see streams of black in the sky, much closer than the green smoke signals you saw just a few moments ago. Too close.

This mission is going to hell...

Eren gasps in horror, “An abnormal!”

“Eren, fire the signal.”

“Y-yes, sir!”

It’s only an hour into the scouting mission before the formation completely breaks up. Commander Erwin gives the order that only the center rank is to enter the Forest of Giant Trees while the others go around and guard for other titans. You have so many questions running through your head and no answers. You stare a hole into the back of Captain Levi’s head, as if to try to get into his brain for answers.

What in the hell is actually happening? How many soldiers have we lost already? What are we doing? What kind of abnormal is the Survey Corps dealing with to cause this much disorder? What’s the plan? Does Captain Levi even know what’s going on?

Still, Levi Squad remains rigid, despite the formation being destroyed. The horses run together through the forest on a trail, your surroundings darkened by the trees that surround you.

“Captain! Captain Levi!” Eren calls out. “C’mon, sir, we’re in a forest! We won’t see a titan ‘til it’s right on top of us! The center rank’s totally cut off! Something’s coming up on the right, isn’t it? So what’re we supposed to do, avoid titans or defend the wagons?”

“Quit whining and move on from the obvious already,” Captain Levi spits. “Neither of those is an option anymore.”

“Wha—? What are you talking about?”

“Haven’t you noticed what’s around you? Take a look at these big ass trees.”

All of you avert your gaze upward, looking at the dark, humongous trees surrounding you. Silver sunlight leaks in from the branches and leaves. It’s a—

“Perfect environment for ODM gear, wouldn’t you say? Take my advice, Eren. Calm down and use your head. The best survival tool is your brain.”

“Yes, sir!”

You look around the squad and see everyone’s faces scrawled with fear. Your stomach feels like it has a rock in it and your palms are clammy. Although nobody has any idea of what’s going on, you trusted Captain Levi and his leadership, even if you don’t understand it.

A black plume of smoke reaches over the trees. Eren and Uruo comment on it before Captain Levi gives the squad an order between gritted teeth.

“Blades drawn, now!” Captain Levi looks behind you as he draws his weapon in a strange way. “It’ll happen in the blink of an eye, be ready.”

The tension in the air is thick, but everyone still presses forward. A soldier appears from the trees with his blades ready, but is smashed to the ground from a quick swat of the titan’s hand, which is sprinting at full speed towards you and the others. It was a female titan with blonde hair and no skin. The ground shakes as it continues to run.

As the squad progresses further, the Female Titan brushes over you and your comrades, almost grabbing Eren. It’s clear now he is the target and she’s intelligent.

You swear you feel your heart stop. And your last thought is the ravenhead with the undercut you spent last night with.

Levi.

You feel everything tumble around you. It happens so fast, you can’t even register it until you’re on the forest floor, on your stomach, looking up at the Female Titan, who is still chasing Levi Squad. It disappears into the distance. It had knocked you off your horse since you were towards the back of the group. Thankfully you landed in an overgrowth of ferns, so it couldn’t spot you to squash you. Besides, it is clearly too focused on capturing Eren to bother.

You are nothing but lucky. From what you can tell, all you sustained from the assault was a cut, spanning from your upper lip down your chin. It’s going to undoubtedly leave a scar. The taste of blood assaults your mouth and you try to wipe off what you can with the back of your sleeve. You hear a faint whinny nearby and shakily stand up. You do a once-over on yourself and notice that none of your bones are broken. But you are beyond sore and a sharp pain spreads across the side of your ribs. Maybe a fracture.

You find your horse nearby in a pool of blood against a tree, somehow still alive. Parts of her ribs had pierced out from her skin. She draws labored, agonizing breaths. With tears in your eyes, you approach it slowly so you don’t further startle her. You run your hand across her warm muzzle and forehead with affection.

You had the same horse since joining the Scouts, she had been with you through it all. She has been the only stable thing in your life. You recall the nights when you would sometimes sneak out with some oats and feed her as a treat. And this is how she is going to die.

Your voice cracks as hot tears run down your cheeks, “I’m sorry.”

You stand back up, pull out your pistol from your hip, and look away before shooting her in the head. She goes quiet and limp. The rustling of the greenery cushioning her stops. You don’t bother looking at the corpse. Instead, you close your eyes and unhook your cloak from your uniform. You drape the material over the body. You pay your respects for just a moment and press forward.

Your head turns from one direction to the other, trying to search for any sort of indication of the squad returning. Or anyone, for that matter. You lie there for a moment and it becomes clear to you that nobody is coming to save you or check for survivors. At least right now.

You stay within the confines of the dense forest floor in order to keep a cover from any potential titans that might show up. Following the trail to the right, you begin to run. Your legs propel you forward and your heart begins to speed up with the increased physical demand. Your ribs hurt like hell, causing you to wheeze and cry out in pain. Your lungs burn with exhaustion.

You can practically hear a few of Captain Levi’s snide remarks echo in your mind during the last few weeks of training. You use them to keep fighting. “That all you got, brat? I’ve seen turtles travel faster than you … You’ll never be able to outrun anything at this pace … Twenty more laps around the yard for your insolence … First it was the paperwork and now you’re missing squad meetings. What’s going to happen next? Getting eaten by a titan?”

You say, aloud this time, “Fuck you, Levi.”

A dark flame of anger sparks in your chest and spreads throughout your entire system. Your legs make longer strides, your breathing reaches a measurable and steady pace, and your speed picks up. Even though it might not seem the healthiest, this is what is keeping you alive.

A few moments later, you hear someone fire what seems to be an acoustic shell. You are familiar with the high-pitched ringing noise and when you look up, you don’t see any smoke at all. An acoustic shell is rarely ever shot off, so you don’t know what situation would have prompted it.

The sound sure as hell isn’t close but you are capable of running that far if you absolutely have to. After all, you have no other choice.

Another ten minutes goes by and you still can’t see any sign of any soldiers. What’s more odd is that you haven’t seen any titans, either. Not a single one. There’s something strange about this mission in particular… the silence surrounding it is louder than usual. You try to contemplate what kind of cargo was in the wagons that the center rank was hauling and if it was going to be used for the mission.

It’s no use trying to guess or conspire. Right now, I just need to get out of here alive. That’s what I need to focus on.

You press on.

You stop in your tracks shortly after when you come across a bloody corpse on the path in the middle of the road, which looks contorted, unnatural. Bending all the ways it shouldn’t be. The Female Titan is not taking any prisoners today. You slowly approach it. The person’s eyes are popped out of their head and strings of bloody, busted bowels are partially forced out of the mouth. Flies are already laying waste to it.

You nearly gag at the sight, but their ODM gear, somehow, looks seemingly intact.

That’s your ticket out of here.

You hesitantly reach down and pry the gear off the body, trying your best to brush off the blood and flesh off it. It appears fully functional, with the exception of a few dents and scratches. After, you gauge the gas. Almost completely full. Before you take off into the trees above, you give a heartfelt salute to your fellow comrade, even though you cannot physically engage who it is. You are sure that once this escapade is over, the Scouts will come back and try to find all the bodies they can. Hopefully someone can identify them.

A series of loud booms shake the trees and reverberate through your feet. You nearly fall back down to the ground with the sound. It’s not as far away as the acoustic shell was earlier. You are making leeway. Slow progress? Sure. But progress is progress.

The wind flies through your hair as you use the gear, which is infinitely much faster than on foot. Trees whoosh past you in a blur. You keep an eye out for any other bodies as you progress in case your gas becomes depleted. You continue forward until there’s a loud voice that comes from below you. It echoes in your eyes. Dropping your altitude, you land swiftly on the ground and look around.

“Hello?” You call out.

“Please…”

The weak, hoarse voice comes from behind you. You backtrack, looking for anyone in the bushes and the ferns. You push past foliage. Nothing.

You shout again, “Where are you?”

“Here…”

It sounds further back into the trees. You run as fast as you can, charging full speed towards the sound. Finally, you manage to find a woman hunched against a rock. Blood has dripped all down onto her face and continues into her neck. A large branch is thrust into her abdomen. You run over and perform an exam on her to get an idea of her condition. Both her legs are broken. This is confirmed when you ask her to wiggle her toes and her muscles are unresponsive. Her ODM gear is inoperable, also.

The situation isn’t good. But you’re going to make the most of it. The only silver lining of this situation is that her tanks are also pretty full. You swap them out for your old ones, which are about 50% capacity.

You look at her, “What’s your name?”

“Gemma.”

“Alright, Gemma, I’m gonna get us out of here,” you vow. “Here, wrap your arms around my neck.”

The soldier does what she’s told and despite her injuries, she holds on without an issue. Eventually, you can see the figure of the Female Titan in the distance. But it isn’t running. She’s staying completely still. And its arms are raised… to protect its nape?

Another round of extremely loud explosions happens and this time, you can hear Commander Erwin’s voice directing the Scouts. Despite the shakiness it causes as you fly through the air, you remain steady. Even with a wounded soldier on your back.

While you are conscious of your gas usage, you feel the need to get there faster. Gemma’s blood soaks in through your clothes. You can feel the warm stickiness on your lower back. And her grip is lessening on your neck.

“Hey, how you doing back there?”

“How... much... further...?”

“Not far. C’mon, stick with me.”

Some of the Scout Regiment scattered in the trees and look down on the Female Titan with anger and resentment, who is paralyzed with some sort of trap system. It is stabbed from head to toe with restraints. As you get closer and closer to the area, your heart speeds up in your chest. Some soldiers can hear you coming, thanks to the whizzing of the wire and the expulsion of gas, and turn around to spot you.

“Two soldiers incoming!”

You breathe a huge sigh of relief. If it wasn’t for your fallen comrades, you never would’ve made it back alive. You look towards the blue sky above and give a silent thank you to them. You hook onto the tree where some are standing and your body collapses on the giant branch. Gemma lays beside you, on the verge of passing out. A small pool of blood lurks from her belly and absorbs into the tree.

You muster up the strength to prop yourself up on your elbows to survey the situation. Almost immediately, you spot Captain Levi. He is a few trees away and his attention turns to yours. When he does, his mouth drops slightly and his eyes widen. His shoulders relax a little, but there is still clear concern written all over his face. Your body gives out again, causing you to slam your face against the harsh, unforgiving bark.

“Holy shit,” you hear someone swear. “What happened?”

You look up and place a hand on the wounded woman’s back.

“This is Gemma, she needs medical attention.”

“We’ll get her to a wagon and see what we can do,” a man approaches you as a few others take her away. “Do you need medical attention as well?”

“No, I’m fine,” you shakily stand up, ignoring his extended hand, and draw your blades.

“The cut on your face looks pretty nasty, you really should—”

“I said I’m fine. Mission status?”

“The Female Titan has been restrained. I believe Captain Levi is about to cut it open and find out who’s inside.”

You look down on the Female Titan, whose face has fear written all over it. Its eyes are bulging and its body is stiff. It all clicks together.

This was a setup. Commander Erwin must’ve suspected there was a spy. That’s the only logical explanation. He had prepared in case an intelligent titan got in the way during the scouting mission… and that’s exactly what happened. Do you agree that keeping almost everyone else in the dark about it was a good idea? No. But it’s what had to be done to keep the plan from being sabotaged.

Captain Levi was undoubtedly in on it if that’s the case. Those two are practically attached to the hip. But why weren’t you informed of this? A twang of anger breaks loose in your stomach but you contain it. For now.

Speaking of the captain…

“Do you happen to know where Levi Squad went?”

“They were ordered to take Eren and hide him away from the Female Titan.”

Fuck. So they can be anywhere. The best thing to do now is to wait here and regroup later.

You see two whirlwinds of color spin through the air and lower down onto the Female Titan’s nape. Everyone leans forward to get a better look at what’s happening. But a loud clanging pierces the air and blades go flying, leaving the soldiers with stubs for weapons. Blue shimmers of glass glide down from the air as a result of the contact. Their attempt to pierce the nape appears to be unsuccessful.

Everyone looks confused.

You see now that the two figures are Miche and Captain Levi. Miche falls back on a nearby branch, where you see the commander standing. You see Commander Erwin give some type of order, but you can’t make out what it is. All you can see at this time are soldiers preparing the artillery for something.

Meanwhile, the captain swings around and landed on top of the Female Titan’s head. It’s so quiet, but you can hear Captain Levi murmuring to the titan.

“What’s happening?” You question out loud.

Nobody responds. Nobody knows. It’s quiet. Too quiet.

You nearly fall down when the Female Titan takes a huge inhale and wails at the top of its lungs, adjusting her head upward to gain more volume. Your hands immediately fly to your ears, still gripping the blades, and your eyes snap shut. Even with them being covered, you hear a distinct ringing and your eardrums sting with pain. It’s deafening and causes a wind to stir throughout the area. The ground even shakes. The scream lasts at least ten seconds. Then it goes completely quiet.

Everyone around you is shuttering and reeling from the disturbing screech, staring at the titan in shock. Your gaze returns to Captain Levi, who still remains calm.

There are a few moments of quiet until you can feel the earth starting to shake again.

The commander shouts, “Faster on the artillery, gentleman! Wagon defense squad, intercept now!”

The defense squad goes to attack the three incoming titans that are sprinting full speed towards everyone, but the titans completely ignore them. Instead, they head straight for the Female Titan. You hear the soldiers cry out Captain Levi’s name, who is still standing on its head with three raging titans coming toward him.

You almost rush in to try to help him, but he’s already got it covered when he slices through all of their napes in just a second. You have never seen him in combat before, at least in person, and all the things everyone says were right. His combat skills are beyond anything you’ve ever seen. You are no longer curious as to how Captain Levi has earned his title of Humanity’s Strongest.

A much smaller titan begins to chew at the Female Titan’s shin. Titan-on-titan cannibalism was not something you’d ever heard of in all your years in the Scouts. More and more titans are coming from every direction. You can’t even count.

“All hands, commence combat! Defend the Female Titan at all costs!”

And just like that, you are down with everyone else, fighting to protect the one thing that almost killed you. Almost killed Gemma. Killed your horse and your comrades. You channel your rage into each and every titan, assisting and killing all titans you possibly can. From the titans consuming the Female Titan’s flesh to the Survey Corps slaughtering an endless succession of titans, it’s a literal bloodbath.

You even help Captain Levi kill a few titans. He looks to you quickly and nods, as if he is implying a thank you.

You reciprocate the gesture until you are caught in a crossfire of a titan’s hand as it swings back to hit one of your comrades. You are thrown, once again, to the forest floor and land on something hard that knocks the wind out of you completely. You want to scream out, but can’t. Your body struggles to inhale when you open your mouth to breathe, your eyes bulging with fear. It feels like you’re being strangled by an unseen force.

The wind has been knocked out of you. Hard.

“Shitty fucking brat,” you hear a low voice curse. You turn towards the voice and find Captain Levi kneeling beside you. The only noise you can make in response is quiet squeaks of air. You grab at your chest and stomach and press down, trying to get your diaphragm working again. “I’m gonna pick you up.”

When he does, sharp streaks of pain course through your entire system and you finally regain the ability to scream. Captain Levi doesn’t even jerk back or anything. In fact, he remains more vigilant than ever.

Tears run down your face and you wheezily gasp for air, finally being able to breathe again. Darkness creeps in in the corners of your vision. Your eyes flutter closed and sleeping has never sounded better. Everything sounds muffled.

“Don’t you dare fall asleep,” he commands, followed by your name, snapping you out of your impending sleep. You look up at him and see his eyes watering ever so slightly. “When've you taken the easy way out of anything? Don’t start now. That’s an order.”

You laugh weakly, even though it hurts, as he calls over some other soldiers to come help. A harsh burning spreads across your ribs again. You have never been in this much pain. It’s like a white heat taking over your entire system. It’s too much for your body to handle. You just want to sleep and become numb to the pain.

“I must get my sense of humor from you,” you wheeze, trying to focus your vision on him. “I’m dying, aren’t I?”

“No. You are not dying today. I won’t allow it.”

Captain Levi places his head against yours after planting the softest kiss to your hairline. A warm feeling spreads through your fingertips and toes.

“C’mon, stay with me.”

You want more than anything to answer him, but everything becomes blurry and dark. Your hearing starts to go out again. You look up toward the trees as you can hear Captain Levi shouting at the other soldiers to hurry.

And then it’s dark and your body goes limp.

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Unwanted: Chapter 27, Unhinged - Pt. 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mentions of violence, human trafficking.

Word Count: 949

Previously On...: You watched some home movies of Jade in her Hydra facility. It was... disturbing, to say the least.

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You and Bucky were silent as you closed your laptop. What could one say after watching a person you knew, personally, rip through a group of people as though they were wrapping paper on Christmas morning? There were no words.

After several long minutes, Bucky finally spoke. “After seeing that,” he said, “I think it’s all the more reason to make sure you don’t leave this safehouse unless you absolutely have to.”

“Yeah,” you said, devoid of all your previous fight. How could you argue with him about your safety after having seen that?

Bucky looked at you in surprise, as though he had expected you to challenge him. He nodded curtly. “Good,” he said. “Alright. We need a game plan. Did you come up with any leads about that Chloe girl that we can follow up on?”

You sighed. “Yeah,” you said, opening up a new tab in your browser. “So, Chloe mentioned her family was having money problems. I was able to figure out where her mom and step father do their banking; I thought we could take a look at their accounts, see if there’s any unusual activity that might point to them getting a share of her auction price. Then maybe we could trace the deposit back to whoever did the sale.”

“You think her parents knowingly participated in trafficking their own kid?” Bucky asked in horror. “Pocket, that’s dark.”

You avoided looking at him as you opened up a backdoor into the accounts in question. “You’d be surprised what people are willing to do when money gets involved. Not even a mother/daughter bond is immune from that kind of greed.”

Bucky’s gaze on you was almost tangible in its intensity. “I’m sorry. It’s so hard for me to envision a mother betraying her child like that; sometimes I forget you had to live it.”

“But you told Carthage about it,” you said softly. “At the mission debrief. When she said trafficking was below our paygrade.”

“Sweetheart,” Bucky turned your chin so you were facing him. “I told her that human trafficking was something you and Nat both cared very deeply about stopping; that’s it.” He frowned. “I don’t expect you to believe me and that’s okay, but I would never divulge your past to anyone. Not when I know how few people you trusted with that information. I just wanted her to stop acting like it was some kinda game and to treat it as seriously as it deserved to be treated.”

“Oh,” you said after a moment. Something in his words rang true, but there was still the lingering doubt that he was being honest. “Don’t worry about, Barnes,” you said, studiously avoiding eye contact as you breached the bank’s security system. “It’s fine. I’m fine.”

You could feel him staring at you, and you didn’t need to be looking back to envision the look he was giving you— the one that let you know he thought you were full of shit. Fortunately, he allowed your lie to pass without another word while you continued to breach the bank’s system.

“Okay, I’m in,” you said after a moment. Bucky got up and came to stand behind you, looking at your monitor over your shoulder.

“Anything?” he asked.

You scrolled through Chloe’s stepfather’s transaction history. Liquor stores, smoke shops, some escort services. “Real classy guy,” you murmured. And then, you hit it: the night Chloe had left the club for good, there was a substantial deposit made to the account in the amount of $250,000.

“Holy shit,” you whispered. “I figured he might get a cut, but I had no idea it would be that much.”

Bucky let out a long, low whistle. “If that’s their finder’s fee, I can’t imagine what the final sale was for.”

You were furiously copying down the depositing account’s information. “I’m going to send this info back to Nat,” you told him. “See if they can reverse-search it and find out where the money came from. Once we know the source, we might be able to break into their systems, get info on who won the auctions. Maybe some of the other girls are still alive…” Your voice trailed off. You were too jaded to allow yourself to hope you could save all of them, but if you could save even one…

Bucky began moving toward the apartment’s front door, grabbing his leather jacket from where he’d hung it on a hook.

“Where are we going?” You asked him, closing your laptop and standing up.

“We aren’t going anywhere,” he informed you as he put the jacket on. “I’m going to go have a little chat with Chloe’s stepfather, see if there’s any additional information he’d like to generously offer us. You are going to stay here, locked securely behind the door and not opening it for any reason until I get back.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but the images of Jade moving through the Hydra compound, slaughtering everyone in her path rose to your mind. You nodded. “Yeah,” you said. “I’ll stay here.”

“Thank you.” Bucky released a relieved sigh, then walked over to you, kissing the top of your head. “If anything happens, call me, and I’ll head straight back. If Carthage shows up, there’s a gun in the bedside table. Aim to kill.”

“Obviously,” you told him. “I’ve only been fantasizing about it since I found out about Russia.”

“I’m being serious, doll,” Bucky said. “Now that we’ve seen what she’s capable of, I don’t want you taking any chances.”

“Yeah,” you said as you walked him to the door and opened it for him, “I was being 100% serious, too.”

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cultofdixon · 7 months

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It’s the thought that counts

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Baked goods to win the girl’s heart when yours was already his • SFW

Requested: Anon

“Yea think she’s gotten used to this place?” Daryl asks his best friend Carol while they were on the porch, her thinking they were watching everybody but of course he was watching a certain somebody.

“Yeah, I think she’s liking it so far. She is more careful than the others who sort of dived into this place”

“Good…that’s good” He crosses his arms leaning against the post next to the stairs as Carol leaned over the railing noticing his attention never leaving. “She livin’ with yea right?”

“Yeah, Y/N didn’t mind staying in Rick’s the first night or two but once I asked if she’d like to stay with me? She jumped at the opportunity” Carol is close to both Daryl and Y/N. Just one of them is more forward about their feelings.

“…she doesn’t want to be with me in the Grimes residence?” He didn’t even think for long about those words when he asked them. All he knew was the instant realization made him quickly avoid Carol’s smirking. “Fuck off”

“Y’know you’re going to be seeing them a lot right? You’re close friends and she’d rather be around you than anybody else”

“Why yea say that when she’s literally over there talking to this…Aiden fucker”

“Because he’s the head runner for the supply runs. Y/N got asked by Deanna to join said group for her job here”

Daryl scoffs bringing his gaze to the ground. “Bet yea that son of a bitch is flirtin’ with her”

“You care too much and see so little. She’s coming over” Carol whispers the last part causing Daryl to straighten up brushing off dirt or whatever was on his person, nothing. “Hey Y/N”

“Hey! Hey Dar” Y/N smiles at the archer watching him return that smile of his. “I’m glad I saw you were out here”

“Oh yeah?” Carol smiles with intentions that Y/N caught on making her role her eyes as Daryl was left clueless. “Why is that?”

“That Aiden guy?” Y/N gestures with her head. “Makes me really uncomfortable…I’m gonna try and get Deanna to let be on the recruiting team”

“Yea wanna help them bring people in?”

“You’d be good at it.” Carol adds to Daryl’s concern with a bit of a bright side. But Y/N respects the honesty. “But be careful with these people yknow? Aaron is part of the recruiters and they are nice but—“

“I know how to take care of myself…it’s honestly just to have a reason to get outside the walls without needing an escort”

The two look at each other confused as Y/N gestured with her head toward the brothers talking to each other.

“They think I can’t handle myself” She laughs in response to both of them scoffing. “Anyway, I’ve gotta go talk to Deanna and hopefully Maggie can help me convince her…I shouldn’t be out long”

Carol nods smiling, thankful, that she keeps her update and more importantly him. Daryl watches Y/N leave the porch as a thought came to mind.

“Is she going to the party?”

“I don’t know. But I am, to get on people’s good side. Why?”

“I don’t know…if she ain’t then I guess…uh I could…uhhh…”

The woman couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her throat making her friend the archer blush out of embarrassment. She gently grabbed his bicep ushering him inside and deciding to help him.

About an hour or two has passed and Y/N entered the home with a bit of an exhausted look to her complexion. A small smile graces her features as she makes her way into the kitchen finding Carol making another casserole, at least with all the ingredients it looks like she was doing that.

“Another casserole?” Y/N smiles bringing herself to the kitchen island finding all the different items on the counter. “Smells good”

“Oh yeah, another one. The one I’m making is for us though…and a few cookie batches to win some people over”

“Who woulda thought you can make all these things with what this community has found over however long this place has been around…” Her smile falters for a second before she shook off that feeling. “I’m gonna see what they have for anything comfortable. I’ll be back in like. An hour…ish”

“Going to take advantage of the shower and hot water?”

“If I could live in it, I would” Y/N laughs on her way out and the second she left the kitchen, Daryl groans getting up off the floor.

“You didn’t have to do that”

“Didn’t want her to see me” Daryl brought the bowl over with half the cookie dough since a batch was already baking. “Don’t want to spoil shit”

“Well, hate to break it to yea but I don’t think she’s going to want burnt cookies” Carol states indicating they both missed the timer going off as Daryl quickly turns around to pull the batch out.

After Y/N got ready for the evening, thankfully finding leggings and a sweater to wear, she brought herself back to the kitchen finding no Carol but Daryl beating himself up about the batch of cookies in front of him. He was tapping one against the counter telling them both how hard it was.

“Messing with one of Carol’s failed batches?” Her voice startled him out of his thoughts as he sets the cookie he was messing with down trying to think of the words.

“Uh. Yeah” He doesn’t want to say it’s his. “She’s gettin’ another tupperware container from Rick’s”

Y/N took a seat at the island reaching over and taking a cookie as Daryl gives her a concerning look. “What?”

“They’re burnt”

“But not all of it. ‘Sides Id always eat my dad’s burnt cookies whenever he tried to make them.” Y/N broke apart the cookie eating the bits that weren’t burnt too bad. “They are really good, props to the chef”

I’m right here and I should just fucking say I made them Daryl couldn’t help the small twitch in the corner of his lips as he watches her take a few more before taking her leave after telling him she’ll skip out on the casserole.

Before she completely disappeared, Daryl quickly rounded the island as his fast pace made Y/N stop giving him a questioning but curious look.

“I-…Sorry. Forgot what I was gonna say”

“That’s okay. Come find me when you do remember, Dar” Y/N smiles warmly, heading back upstairs with the cookies he made as he watches her go.

Felt like perfect timing for Carol to come back watching Daryl stare upstairs smiling a bit to herself when she noticed his emerge.

“Talk to Y/N?”

“Yeah”

“About…asking her out or?”

“No…” His shoulders slumped slightly as he brought himself to look at his friend. “Anyway. Another batch or should we try and get the dessert?”

“You’re lucky I found a cake tin at Rick’s and I’ll take care of it. Gotta make it perfect” Carol smiles heading toward the kitchen once more. “But you can help, and it’s the thought that counts”

“Always”

Daryl found out through Maggie that Y/N was going to go to the party. Taking the opportunity to scout around the entire community to ease her anxiety and Rick’s. So he was going to wait til she returned to the house to present her with the dessert he (well Carol) made.

Cheesecake. It was HARD. Like real fucking hard. But thank god there’s a vegan option that Carol found in one of the old cookbooks in the house.

“Hey Daryl” Aaron’s voice caught the man off guard as he was following Y/N a moment to make sure she was alright and none of Deanna’s sons were being annoying. “How are yea holding up?”

“Fine. Ain’t going to the party?”

“Eric’s house bound so I was never gonna go but least you thought about it.” Aaron smiles at the archer taking his chance. “Wanna have some dinner? It’s spaghetti”

The archer knew it’d be a while before Y/N made her way back so he took the opportunity and it was a good one. He had a reason for himself to enjoy this place a bit.

Y/N turned away from the window when she heard the knock on her door. Half expecting Carol on the other side but she was happily met with Daryl after he had gotten back from dinner and receiving a bike frame. She was going to ask if he himself went to the party but her eyes were drawn to the cheesecake held in his hands.

“Did you make that?” A bit of a spark in her eyes caught all of Daryl’s attention as he nods fighting back a smile when hers emerged. “Wow…how did…how is it even possible without milk?”

“Cashews apparently…or whatever kind of nut that can be made into milk..” Daryl thought back to the mini argument he and Carol had while making the nut milk about said substitute.

“…Cheesecake is my favorite, I’ve only ever told you that.” She smiles taking the plate when it was handed to her as she couldn’t contain her laughter. “I can’t eat all of this tonight”

The two found themselves back in the kitchen as Daryl let Y/N cut herself a slice about to cut him one when he objected. Given he made it for her.

“We can share then” Y/N smiles wrapping up the main cake and tossing it in the fridge before grabbing two forks for the one slice. “You really didn’t have to make this for me…”

“I wanted to” He felt the heat rise in his cheeks as Y/N couldn’t help but match the same blushing expression on herself. “I’ve always wanted to do this…as if like…”

“Asking me out?” Her tone shifted and Daryl first heard it as confusion but then thought it over and remembered hearing the bit of excitement in her voice. “This…is definitely…”

The small pause caught his whole undivided attention as his eyes looked at her waiting for more watching her take a bite of the cake and absolutely enjoying it.

“One of the greatest things to happen to me” Y/N smiles enjoying the cake sliding it over for him to get a taste of his work. Thought the way he took a bite and enjoyed it more than what a typical baker would with their own work. She knew he didn’t make it, she knew the thing he made were the burnt cookies that she did enjoy.

“Uhm. So…Do you—-“

“I’d love to, Dixon” Y/N continues to smile bringing herself around the island and gaining a bit of courage to press a kiss to his cheek. The smallest affection and impact making him lean into it and chase for another that she would happily give. “It took you long enough…and can I just say something?”

“‘Course” Daryl gave her the smallest smile as Y/N pulled herself close bringing her lips to his ear.

“I think I like the cookies you made more” She whispers with a smile, giving him one more kiss on the cheek which permanently left the blush on his cheeks before pulling away and taking the plate.

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absurdthirst · 2 years

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All Access Card {Mando x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 12.6k

Warnings: Sex work/prostitution, bondage, spanking, sub/dom tones, unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), thigh riding, threats of death, removing helmet, pregnancy

Comments: Instead of credits like he was promised, Mando is given a card to one of the most exclusive brothels in the outer rim. There is one that caters to Mandalorians and when Mando decides to go, he finds much more than just satisfaction.

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

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The black t visor of the shiny helmet tilts down, staring at the card that has been extended to him, then slowly easing back up. “This wasn’t the deal.” The modulated tone was flat and would have caused a lesser being to flinch under the harshness that could be interpreted from the essentially monotone statement.

Instead, the Togruta laughs, shaking his head and smirking at the Mandalorian in front of him. “No, this is much, much better.” He insists, turning over the card and flashing the bright red logo before he presses into Mando’s leather clad hand. “This guarantees you access to the most exclusive sex club in the galaxy.” He winks and chuckles as he steps back. “You’re welcome. Just don’t get too addicted. Those cards are worth more than most ships in the realm.”

Mando watches the man practically glide away from him without stopping him. Sighing, he looks down at the card in his hand. “Great.” He mutters, tired and ready to return to the covert to figure out what he needs to do next.

When Din returns to the covert, card in hand, Paz immediately notices it. “What do you have there, Djarin?�� He grabs it from his hand and his eyes widen under his helmet. “Kriff, you lucky - this is - it’s for that place.” He declares and Din sighs.

“What place?”

Paz chuckles, “you haven’t heard of it? It’s the best place in the galaxy. A sex club and there’s women there who cater to Mandos. They know we can’t remove our helmets, they work around it. You gotta go there and ask for a certain girl. That’s what I’ve heard and I - I’ll take the card if you don’t want it. That’s worth more credits than I have but I’ll give you something if you don’t want the experience. I’ve heard it’s incredible.”

Din scoffs, plucking the card back out of Paz’s grip and tucking it into his belt. He doesn’t want the damn thing but he is damned if he will let that big blue bastard have it. Maybe he will go and see if he can exchange it for credit at the club itself. Surely he can since that is probably where the card came from. “I need to clean up.” He grumbles, shuffling past Paz and down the hall to the small quarters he was assigned in the covert.

When the Mandalorian enters the club after showing the card, everyone knows. Din gets tired of the eyes on him wherever he goes but he is used to it. With a sigh, he makes his way over to the gilded desk, surrounded by what appears to be receptionists. “Hello Mando. How can we help? Are you here to see our Mando tamer?” The twi’lek asks with a smirk, holding out her hand with a smirk.

Din shakes his head and holds up the card. “I want to exchange this for the value in credits.” He tells her, catching sight of scantily clad men and women of all species roaming around. His cock twitches, but he’s not here to indulge. He rarely indulges in his personal needs.

“Sorry. Those cards are coveted. We don’t do exchanges. You can, however, give that card to someone in exchange for credits. Many people would chop your hand off for a chance to even hold one of those cards. It’s one of the most sought after things in the galaxy. I’d suggest you try it at least once. It’s unlimited. Never expires. You can try whatever you fancy here and then try to sell it on.”

Din’s brows raise up under his helmet. He’s never heard of something like this but he doesn’t search out brothels often. Usually just a quick fuck behind a cantina with someone who is obviously enamored with the idea of a Mandalorian suited his needs. “Alright.” Din sighs again and looks around. “There was someone who specializes in Mandalorians?”

The twi’lek nods, “she is available now if you wish to see her.” Din nods and the twi’lek sends a communication to your room to alert you that you have a client. Thankfully, you are on your shift and this is your first customer, allowing you to look your best in the sheer gown that covers you but is translucent.

“Send him in.” You respond and the twi’lek grins, guiding Din through the lounge to the private corridors. Moans and groans echo down that hall until the twi’lek reaches the last door, swiping the card to unlock your room.

“Have fun Mando.” She winks and sways her hips as she walks down the hall.

Din steps into the room, carefully looking around. Despite the advertisement that this is a pleasure house, he still has to be wary of anyone looking to trap or double cross him. The lighting is low, but clear enough that he can see the opulent room, various toys and tools for sex nearly lined up along the wall. The bed, large and in the center of the space is covered in silky sheets and there is a woman curled up in the middle.

"Hello Mando." You greet him, shocked at seeing a Mandalorian in your room. It's been a while and this one has beautiful beskar, shining and new. It's gorgeous. "Welcome. What kind of pleasure do you seek? Do you want to fuck or be fucked?" You ask, shifting off of the bed to stand. Slowly, knowing that Mandos can be spooked.

Din gulps under his helmet, slowly taking in your curves and the expanse of undoubtedly soft skin. There’s so much of it on display, from your nipples to the soft curls that cover your cunt, right down to your brightly painted toes. “What do you want?” He asks suddenly, surprising you and himself by the question.

"I want whatever you want." You walk towards him, looking up at his visor, and you tentatively reach out to run your fingers along the shiny beskar. "I like your beskar. Clan of two." You murmur, remembering your own clan of two but that is not what you need to focus on right now.

He tilts his head, surprised that you know that. The small etching on his signet giving it away. Maybe it’s because of your familiarity with Mandalorians. “I am in charge.” Din decides, knowing that he will feel more comfortable with that arrangement.

You nod, "you are in charge. I have blindfolds if you wish to remove your helmet. If not, you can keep it on. You are in control and I am yours to do what you want with. I will tell you my limits. I do not want knife play, no watersports or scat. Other than that, I am yours to use." You tell him, excited already at the idea of the Mandalorian taking you. You always get turned on at the feel of the beskar, so familiar, and comfortable.

Din groans quietly. He’s never taken his helmet off with a lover, blindfolded or not. Never wanting to risk something happening. “That’s acceptable.” He nods, stepping closer to you and seeing the look in your eyes at the shiny, unpainted beskar. “You can touch it.” He allows, wondering if you have an armor kink.

Your hand slides along the beskar, your eyes flicking up to the visor, and for a moment, you wonder what he looks like beneath it. “It’s beautiful.” You declare, admiring his form as he looms over you. “Would you like to touch me?” You ask, wanting to feel his hands - gloved or not - on your skin.

“Yes.” He does want to touch you, wants to see if your skin feels as soft as it looks. He reaches out, not removing his glove and strokes a finger up your arm. “I don’t remove anything.” He tells you, explaining previous encounters. “But I want to touch you with my bare hands.”

“You can do that. I don’t discuss anything to do with my client. Anything that happens here will be confidential. Even your bare hands. Can I?” You ask, reaching for his glove and his helmet nods. You grip the edge, pulling the glove off to expose his hand. “Both?” You ask and he nods again. You repeat the action on the other hand so both are exposed and you wait for him to make the next move after you carefully set the gloves down.

His stomach twists in anticipation, he’s had a barrier between him and the galaxy since he had sworn the Creed. He had never touched someone without his gloves since then. Inhaling a deep breath, he reaches out, unaware that his hand is trembling slightly and caresses your cheek.

You feel the tremor in his hand and you stay still, letting him lead. It’s clear he has touched anyone since he took the Creed and you won’t rush him. Tilting your head to allow him to explore however he wants. “Feel good?” You ask, a little breathless from how intimate this is. Most of your clients would be inside of you by now.

His hand slides down the column of your throat and he pauses with his hand there, watching your chest expand in a deep breath. Notating that for later. “It does.” He agrees, fingers webbing out over your skin and down to your breast where he cups it, groaning over how soft you are. “You said I could have anything I wanted?”

You are already wet. This imposing Mandalorian has enthralled you with a simple touch you find yourself willing to do whatever he wants, your unusually submissive side coming out. “Whatever you want, Mando.” You promise, fingers twitching with the need to touch him but you refrain.

He groans again. “Okay.” He pinches your nipple and loves the way your lashes flutter. “What about bondage?” He asks. He’s not the type to take without asking, not from a sexual partner. “Can I tie you up, Mesh’la?”

The idea of this mandalorian tying you up and doing what he wants to you has you dripping. “Yes. Maker, yes. You can tie me up.” You respond a little pathetically. It’s been so long since someone was so in tune with what you wanted despite you being there to service your clients.

“You like that.” Din hums, Slightly amused and pinches your nipple again. You respond so beautifully. “I think you like a bit of pain with your pleasure.” He observes, reaching up to cup your other breast and squeezes it roughly.

“Mando.” You whimper, tilting your head back in pleasure. “I do like it. I love it. Not - usually I’m in charge. That’s what most men want. They want to be out of control but I know you want control, don’t you? You want to be in charge. To use me.”

Din groans under his helmet, hissing slightly. “Yes.” He reaches down and grips your hip to pull you closer to him. Dragging you against his chest. “Show me your ropes.” He orders.

You are soaked, watching him methodically tie you up and it seems so natural to him despite you knowing he hasn’t done this before. He must be a bounty hunter. The thought makes a whimper escape your lips. “Thank you.” You offer when he finishes and you look into the mirror across the room, admiring the way he has you tied up and standing.

“Do you want the blindfold?” He asks, holding up a black scrap of fabric. “Add sensory deprivation? Or do you want to see what I do to you?”

“It’s up to you. You want to take your helmet off? I - if you aren’t, I want to see you.” You tell him, knowing that he will be a sight to behold if this is the first time he’s doing this.

“Helmet stays on.” Din tells you, still uncomfortable with the idea of removing it. It’s a loophole in the Creed, to use a blindfold, but he doesn’t want to test it. Even if no one but you would know, he would know. “Look at you.” His helmet slides up and down as he looks at your bound body. “I can do whatever I want to you. And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

You can’t stop the moan that escapes your lips. “You can do whatever you want to me, Mando. Want you to- to touch me however you want. I’m yours to use.” You offer, watching him as he walks around your bound body, the beskar shining under the lights.

He doesn’t know where to start. There is so much that he wants to see, so much to do now that he’s given into the idea of doing this. Din stands behind you and draws his hand back, slapping your ass harshly.

You gasp, loving seeing this dominating side coming out of the silent but lethal mandalorian. "Maker." You hiss in both pleasure and pain. You love being treated like this. Your kinks are being explored, unlike your clients who want you to spank them. This is what you want. "Again." You order, impatient as always.

“Hush.” His hand snakes around you, gripping your jaw in a tight hold. His helmet presses against your ear and the cool beskar soothes the sting of the slap. “You get what I give you.” He growls, enjoying the way that you are begging for him.

You let out a whimper that you’ve never heard from yourself before. “Yes, Mando.” You squeak, allowing yourself to give yourself to him like he wants. “I’ll take what you give me.” You agree, fingers flexing around the silks.

“Good girl, Mesh’la.” Din has never played like this before, never taken his time and indulged and he wants to do everything. His hands slide around you, down your stomach and over your mound. “Does it make you wet, knowing you’re at my mercy?” He asks roughly, cock hard in his flight suit and pressing against your ass.

“Yes Mando. I’m soaking wet for you. Because of you. You could do anything to me right now and I’d be happy. Just please.” You want to beg him to touch you but you know you can’t, that will make him mad. “Please Mando.” You whine when his fingers hover over your clit.

He chuckles, aborning your whine and wishing he could save it, keep it for when he’s alone in the Crest. So different from the pleas for freedom, or their lives that bounties give him. “I’ve got you.” He promises, swirling his fingers around your folds and before he sinks them into your cunt.

“Oh fuck!” You cry, eyes closing as his thick digits push deep into your pussy without warning. “Yes that’s it, Mando. Maker, your fingers - they are so big.” You pant. You want to tangle your fingers in his hair but you can’t. Your eyes open and you look in the mirror, seeing his frame crowding you and you watch his fingers push deep as he starts to pump them.

His own visor looks to the mirror, the startling contrast of skin and beskar turning him on even more than he could imagine as he watches you. His fingers, his skin disappearing into your cunt and being sucked deeper with every gasping flutter. “Fuck, you’re going to feel so good.” He huffs, drawing his other hand back and slapping your ass while he curls his fingers up.

You cry out when his fingers pump deep and his other hand smacks your ass. You wish you could see his face, knowing his eyes look unhinged, but you can’t. You know it wouldn’t be right. “Fuck Mando. It’s so good. You’re gonna make me cum.” You practically sob, nails digging into your palms.

His hand grips your ass, massaging it until he feels something. Pulling back and looking down as he spreads your cheeks wider, finding a small plug in your ass. “Beskar?” He asks, bewildered.

“A gift from an old client.” You lie, cheeks burning as you realize how it comes across and you hope he doesn’t mind. “I like to keep a plug in just in case someone wants to fuck my ass.” You reveal, trying to grind down as his fingers have stopped moving inside of you.

Din hisses at the thought, gripping the plug and twisting it while he starts pumping his fingers again. “I might.” He growls. “I might fill up both holes tonight, let you drip my cum out of both.”

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Yes, Mando. You’re gonna make me cum. Gonna make me - oh shit!” You squeal, clamping down on his fingers when he twists the plug again, and you swear you’ve never felt such pleasure before. You almost black out.

Shocked that he’s already made you cum, Din growls as he works you through it. He knows that he’s good with his hands, he tries to make sure his partners are satisfied, but rarely is he watching their face when they fall over the edge like he is with you. Pumping them even harder into you while they squelch and your cum drips down his wrist and absorbs into the shirt under his vambrace.

When he works you through it, you swear you could cum again. Leaning against him as the silks hold your weight, your head lolls and you haven’t cum that hard in forever. You don’t think you ever have. Not even by your own hand. “Mando.” You whimper, chest heaving as your heart pounds.

He can tell you are overwhelmed. His fingers quickly pull out of you and reach for the ropes. Steadily working to free you of the bindings before he carries your relaxed body over the bed and lays you down.

You frown when he lays you down and stands up straight. “Do you not - don’t you want to fuck me?” You reach for him, hands shaking a little as you watch the Mandalorian above you. “You haven’t cum.”

He stands there for a moment, his cock is throbbing and he wants nothing more than to fuck you. Especially when you take his hand. His fingers curl around d yours, squeezing. “I thought it might have been too much.” He tells you, trying to give you the option. Even if you are there for him to use, he’s not interested in hurting you.

You shake your head, eyes hazy as you look at him. “You can fuck me. I want you inside of me. Please Mando.” You whine, spreading your legs to display your weeping cunt. “Gedet'ye.” (Please) You beg, wanting to feel him.

Din stiffens slightly at the use of Mando’a. Thinking that you have been taught it by another Mandalorian. It’s slightly erotic, hearing it from your lips when he can see your face. Making his cock throb harder. “Turn over.” He orders roughly, reaching for the zipper of his flight suit. “I want to see the plug while I fuck you.”

You moan, shifting onto your hands and knees, your arms shaking slightly from the anticipation and you watch him in the mirror as he kneels behind you. You hear the velcro on his flight suit and you shiver when his hard cock brushes your ass, pushing slightly against the plug. "Please Mando."

“I’m going to fuck you.” He promises, deciding to take the time to slide his cock through your folds rather than just push inside you. You’re so fucking wet from your orgasm and he loves how easily the head pushes inside when he does line up. “Maker.” He groans and rocks his hips forward to slam inside you.

The cry you let out is unlike anything you’ve ever done before. His cock is big, even bigger with the plug inside of you, and you slump forward onto your elbows. “Oh Maker Mando!” You choke when he pushes deep, pressing against your cervix. “Fuck me. Take what you need.” You plead, his bare hands caressing your spine before he grabs your hips.

He’s not gentle. Not when you say that. He sets a brutal pace and loves every cry that falls from your lips. You like it, you fucking try to rock back against him and Din is about to lose his mind at how good this feels.

“Yes yes yes Mando. Maker, you’re so deep. Fucking me so good.” You whine, not putting on an act like you usually do. You don’t have to. He’s punching your guts with every thrust and you look in the mirror to watch him. “Yes cyar’ika, just like that. Just like that.” You ramble, grinding back onto him.

His pace falters for just a second before he’s doubling his effort. Gripping your hips so hard that you will wear bruises under your skin, feel him for days between your thighs. He huffs, sinking a hand between your thighs between the slaps of his hips against your ass and starts rubbing your clit. “Cum for me Mesh’la.” He growls. “Squeeze my cock.”

Hearing him speak Mando’a combined with his fingers on your clit has you clamping down on his length, soaking him with cum, and crying out ‘Mando’ in lieu of his sacred name. “Oh fuck.” You pant, falling forward as much as you can with his hands gripping your hips.

He follows you, keeping his cock buried with hard, deep strokes. Growling as he gets closer to cumming. With one last, hard push, Din slams his cock deep and fills you with a roar. Painting your walls with his hot seed.

You pant, cheek resting on the silk sheets, and you are certain you've never had a client fuck you so hard and so good before. It's left you speechless. Maybe it's because he's a Mandalorian. You have a reputation for knowing how to handle Mandos but you have never been fucked by one like this. "So good." You murmur, finally finding your voice.

Din pants under his helmet, fogging up the HUD. He’s never had sex like that before and it scares him because while he was cumming, all he could think about was ripping off his helmet and biting your shoulder while he filled you. When he catches his breath, he straightens, quickly pulling out of you and tucking his cock away.

You mourn the loss of his cock inside of you, whimpering as you remain slumped on the bed. It takes a moment but you catch your breath, sitting up to watch him putting his gloves back on. “Is everything okay?” You ask, wondering if you did something wrong. You know that Mandalorians aren’t known for post coital cuddling but you have never had one leave so fast after orgasming.

“It’s fine.” His words are clipped, even though he didn’t mean for them to be. He’s confused and honestly a little nervous about how intense and intimate that felt. He hadn’t been expecting it and he needs to be alone to think about it. Reaching into his pouch, he withdraws credits, a large stack of them and he sets them on the table. He knows the card gives him access, but he wants you to be able to do something for yourself. “Thank you.”

You frown at the stack of credits, “I don’t - I don’t understand. I get paid as part of the membership.” You tell him but he shakes his head, “consider it a tip.” You watch him go, rushing out of your room and you sigh, sitting back as his cum drips out of you onto the silk sheets below.

****

This time when he walks in the door to the brothel, Din is more confident. He walks up to the counter and flashes his card to the hostess, asking for you by name. Shuffling slightly as he waits to learn if you are available.He’s had time to think about this. Shaking off his initial discomfort as being out of his element. He had still thought about it when he wrapped his hand around his cock every night since then. Coming back at the first available opportunity.

You get the notification that the Mandalorian is back. You recognise his member number and you swallow harshly, already wet in anticipation. You’re nervous too, worried that he wasn’t happy last time he came to see you. Maybe he was nervous. You hear the door as it opens and you stand there, exhaling as you lay eyes on the imposing Mandalorian. “You’re back.” You declare, a soft smile on your face.

Nodding, Din steps into the room and lets the door close behind him. This time he turns and twists the lock himself to ensure privacy. “Did you - did you buy yourself something nice?” He asks, wanting to kick himself for asking such a stupid question. You must think that he’s an idiot.

Your smile changes to a grin, “I, uh, I did.” You walk over to your closet, opening the door so you can pull out the dress you’d bought yourself. “I haven’t really got anything nice to wear and I just wanted something in case I get out of this place eventually. I’m usually naked.” You fluster, holding up the dress. “Do you like it?”

“It’s- it’s very nice.” He can’t help but notice that it’s the same silver as his beskar. Shiny and sleek, sexy although it’s not made to seduce someone. He knows it will look beautiful on you. “Put it on.” He demands before he decides to soften it. “Please.”

You are surprised at the request but you follow it, stripping off your silk gown, letting it fall to the floor before you put the dress on. You can feel his gaze on you the entire time and you are nervous, hoping he likes it since you bought it with his credits. “I’m hoping to wear it one day for a dinner.”

Din tilts his head at you, wondering how often you get to leave the club. He doesn’t think you are a slave, he’s seen no collar or tracker on you. As he thought, you look gorgeous and he nods. “You should.” He tells you. “Take a night off and go out to dinner.”

You sigh, “I can’t take a night off. I wish I could but I’m- I can’t go out. I can’t leave here.” You don’t reveal why, not taking the risk to tell him. You know he won’t understand your reasons for why you’re here.

“Why not?” He asks, making you bite your lip.

“It’s a long story…and you’re not here for stories.” You reach for the hem, pulling the dress off to reveal your naked form. “What would you like today, Mando?”

He can tell you are hiding something, the way you are hedging your answer and trying to distract him. He wonders what your secrets are, but reasons that everyone has secrets. His cock twitches as he takes in your naked body. “I don’t know.” He admits, not really having a plan, but just wanting to come to see you again. “Any suggestions?”

You shift closer to him, careful not to move too fast. “I know you don’t want me to see you but I - I want to suck your cock. Can I do that Mando?” You ask, reaching out to touch his beskar clad thigh as you kneel down in front of him. “I can close my eyes if you want.”

He groans softly at the thought. He’s never had someone suck his cock, too worried about how vulnerable he could be, especially with X’ian always chomping her sharp teeth at him and giggling. Still, he’s watched halo videos with oral. “I-okay.” He agrees, slightly nervous. “You don’t have to close your eyes.”

“Do you- do you want to pull your cock out? Or do you want me to do it?” You ask, wanting him to be comfortable and you rub his beskar covered thighs as you look up at his visor.

“Take it out.” He orders and you nod, reaching for his flight suit to undo it, carefully taking his hardening cock out.

“Maker, no wonder I ached.” You chuckle, admiring his impressive girth.

Din frowns under his helmet, not sure what you mean. He’s…normal, isn’t he? “Is there something wrong?” He asks, never having talked to a partner about things like that. Normally he would never see them again, but they always seemed satisfied. At least, as much as they could be from the encounter.

“Something wrong? Cyar’ika, you are…girthy than most cocks I see. Your cock is…beautiful.” You declare honestly, running your finger along its length and you smile when his cock twitches. “Possibly the best cock I’ve ever had.” You tell him truthfully, looking up into his visor as you wrap your fingers around his girth, marveling at how your fingers don’t even touch.

There’s probably a little evidence of pride as his chest swells. Looking down at your hand around him and your praise makes him feel important. Even if he shouldn’t care what you think, he finds that he does. Although you could tell every man you sleep with this, he feels like you mean it. “You enjoyed last time, Mesh’la?”

You nod, starting to pump him, and you like how proud he looks. “I really enjoyed last time.” You say, fully meaning it. No one you’ve slept with since compared to him, there was something so intense and intimate about the experience and no one has competed with it. You lean closer, his cock now hard in your grip, and you tentatively flick your tongue over the head of his cock.

“Shit.” He hisses softly, watching your tongue slide over the tip and twirl around the head gracefully. It feels amazing, and his gloved hand immediately goes to the back of your head, although he doesn’t apply any pressure.

You hum, enjoying his suddenly unrestrained move. He always seems so composed, so tactical. You want to see him unhinged. You take him deeper, shuffling closer and you look up as the head of his cock hits the back of your throat, your fingers curling around the edge of his beskar.

Normally when someone grips his beskar, he’s ready to fight, but he’s totally relaxed right now. Understanding that you are using it to hold on and pulling yourself deeper. He chokes out when you swallow around him. “Fuck.”

You take him deeper, choking a little as you push past your gag reflex. You moan around his cock, loving how he curses again. You close your eyes as you concentrate before your nose presses against the coarse hair at the base of his cock.

“Maker.” Din groans and his other hand wraps around your jaw, feeling where his cock is bulging in your throat. “Good girl.” He manages, knowing that you deserve praise for this if he is as endowed as you claim. “Feels so good.”

You are glad you’ve had practice taking a cock down your throat as your eyes water while you take him. “So good.” You love his praise, egged on and practically dripping onto the floor below as you suck his cock. His gloved hand on your jaw and you wish you could see his face, see the pleasure that would be clearly displayed.

His eyes would close, if it’s not for the way that you are looking up at him. He knows that it’s crazy, but the urge to rip off his helmet is strong. To look you in the eyes without the digital display between you. “Make me cum.” He orders you softly, wanting to feel what it would be like to be sucked off.

You groan around his length, bobbing your head to take him over and over again down your throat until he lets out a loud groan, his cock twitching before he starts to spill down your throat. You struggle to keep up but manage to swallow every drop he gives you. Working him through it and you finally close your eyes at the sensation.

He’s panting under his helmet when you suck the last drops out of his twitching cock, making his toes curl in his boots. Pulling his hips back gently and smearing his thumb through the drool running down your chin. “Do you want to get off?” He asks, voice raspy. “Ride my thigh?” He’s learned that there are plenty of ways to get someone off without sex and he’s excelled at those methods.

You don’t waste the opportunity. Enthusiastically saying yes and standing up to straddle his beskar clad thigh. When his gloved fingers dig into your hips, you moan and start to grind, finding the ridges of the otherwise smooth beskar. “Mando.” You whimper when the ridge catches your clit.

He knows this is completely for you. He doesn’t get anything out of this, and yet he can’t stop watching you. Your head tilts back as you grind against him, pushing your tits out. He wants to bite them. He wants to pull his helmet off and press his face between your breasts and inhale your scent from your skin. He growls, a small rumble in his chest. “You like this? Riding my beskar?” He demands. “You’re the only one who has ridden on this plate.” He can feel the vibrations when your plug clinks against his cuss.

“Fuck. I want to be the only one.” You blurt out, unsure of why you said that but you couldn’t help it. “I want to be the one.” Your words come fast and heavy as you grind down onto his cock, whines of ‘Mando’ escaping your lips as you seek your orgasm. “Fuck.” You grab onto his shoulders, grinding down harder and faster.

He groans, enjoying the show. Helping you by guiding your hips with his hands. “Want you to cum.” He huffs, his visor fixed to your face. He lets go of one of your hips to slap the side of your thigh. “Are you gonna cum, Mesh’la?”

The squeal you release is unlike anything you’ve ever done before. Thighs shaking with the effort to work yourself through your orgasm and your cum smears on the beskar as Mando works your hips for you, taking over to work you through your high. “Mando. Oh Mando.” You slump against his beskar clad chest.

Chuckling, he lets you lay against him while you recover. Stroking your back with his gloved hands and humming softly. “When you clean up, put that dress back on.” He tells you, deciding that he wants to spend some more time with you rather than leave right away like he did before.

You are taken back by the request, confused that he wants you dressed after sex. “I- okay.” You tilt your head as you lean back to look into his visor, wishing more than ever that you could see his eyes. “Is - did I do something wrong?” You ask him softly.

“No.” Din shakes his helmet and reaches up to grip your chin to tilt it up slightly. “I’m going to take you out for a meal.” He explains. “Is there somewhere specific you want to go?”

Your first reaction is to smile at how sweet he is to want to take you for a meal, until you remember the consequences if he does just that. You bite your lip, caressing his chest plate. “Thank you but - but I can’t. I can’t leave here.” You tell him and he frowns.

“What do you mean? You aren’t imprisoned.” He counters and you frown, wondering how you could possibly explain.

“I’m sorry Mando. I can’t - thank you for the offer.” You shuffle off of his lap, grabbing your dressing gown.

He’s confused. You had just told him that you wished to get out for a meal and yet you are turning down the opportunity to do just that. He watches you throw the gown on and decides that he will bring a meal to you, since you will not go with him. “Wait here.” He orders you, striding to the door and opening it. He disappears out of the door without another word and it slides closed behind him.

You are shocked, standing there and watching the door, and you sit down on the edge of your bed, thighs still wet with your orgasm, and you wait for Mando to come back. He’s gone for a while, returning without you having another client. “Did you sign out? You used up so many minutes on your card by having me wait for you.” You shake your head at him, knowing those minutes are precious.

“Sit down.” He ignores your question. He didn’t care about that. He cared that you didn’t have to see another client while he was gone. The container in his hand is set down on the small table in your room. “I brought food to you, since you won’t go out.”

You are surprised, walking towards the small table, and you want to ask him to join you but you know he won’t. You know he won’t join you for breakfast. “Can you sit with me while I eat?” You ask, offering him a small hopeful smile. You sit down, opening the container, and moaning at the smell of the food.

Din walks over and sits down in the opposite chair from you. Watching as you start to pull out the food and utensils. He hopes that he didn’t get something that you don’t like. He doesn’t really care, as long as it’s food, but some people can be picky over their meals. “It’s not the same, but I -“ he flushes under his helmet. “I wanted to give you something you wanted.”

You smile, reaching out to touch his gloved hand. “Thank you. It’s - I love it. I don’t go out and get any food so I - thank you so much for getting me food.” Your heart thumps in your chest and you start to eat, knowing it’s awkward since he can’t take off his helmet but somehow, it’s still intimate.

Din beams as you eat your food, watching happily. There’s not a lot of times that he thinks about eating a meal, it’s often a solitary, quick thing. But right now, this is perfect. He leans in, observing your moves and wondering how you normally eat. “You have things delivered? Or do you eat ration packs?”

"It depends. Sometimes, I will have things delivered but that is very rare. Only special occasions. Most of the time, we order food for clients and the bosses don't want us to eat in case we ruin 'the illusion'. That's why I would love to wear that gown somewhere outside of this place. To be free but I- I can't." You dig back into your food, avoiding what you were gonna say.

"Why not? Why - what or who keeps you trapped here?" Din asks, ready to fight for you.

"It's - it's a long story." You reply and Din crosses his arms,

"I got time left on my card."

You shake your head, "I don't want to talk about it. Okay?"

“Okay.” Din knows you are hiding something, but he won’t push. It’s not his place right now. He’s not hunting you. Instead he leans back in his chair and watches you. “What would be your favorite thing to do. If you could do anything, go anywhere?”

You contemplate his question for a moment. "If I could go anywhere, I'd go back to my home. To my people. I couldn't go back there though. Not after what I did. I can't go home." You say vaguely, sighing as you play with your food with the fork. "Or I would go to Canto Bight. Con those self important idiots out of their credits." You smirk, "and wear a beautiful dress while doing it."

Din hums, wondering who your people are, but he doesn’t ask. Your smile is too playful right now. “You could always do that, you’d be good at it.”

“Yeah?” You chuckle, tapping your fingers on the table while you take a break from eating. “I think so too. I think I could be good at it. I just- I don’t want to do this forever. I don’t want to have to hide anymore.” You confess, feeling yourself once again wish you could see his face. Just once. You know he can’t. He won’t. Still, it doesn’t stop you wanting it.

“Are you done?” He asks, nodding towards your food. You bite your lip and Din pushes back from the table. “Come here.” He wants you again. This time he wants you to sit on his cock. “I want to see if you can finish eating while I’m inside you.”

It’s an odd request. One you haven’t had before, but you agree, shrugging off your gown while he pulls his hard cock out. You smile, sitting onto his lap so your back is pressed against his chest. “I doubt I’ll be able to finish my food like this.” You admit breathlessly after you lift up, sinking down onto his cock.

Din nuzzles his helmet as close as he can, imagining taking his helmet off and whispering in your ear. “Yeah?” He groans, twitching inside you. “Distracted by something?”

You moan when you feel the vibrations of his visor against your head, making you shiver on top of him. “Fuck Mando.” You lean back against him, hand shaking as you pick up the fork, unsure if you can eat while his girth stretches you out. “Mando. I need-” You grip the table, using it to leverage yourself to begin working yourself up and down his cock.

“I’ve got you.” He grips your hips and lifts and lowers you on his cock, groaning at the way you slide around him. It’s what he imagines the finest silk to feel like. “That’s it, take another bite.” He urges you.

You gather yourself, forking a piece of food and bringing it to your mouth just as he pulls you down onto his cock. A moan escapes your lips and you struggle to place the food into your mouth as your eyes close in bliss.

Grunting, he keeps working you up and down on his length, feeling your walls contract when he spears up into you roughly. “Good girl.” He manages, gritting his teeth together.

His praise makes you moan and you swallow your bite, struggling slightly and you grab onto the table as you force yourself to fork up some more food. When he hits something deep and delicious inside of you, you drop the fork, a squeal escaping your lips in surprise. “Oh fuck Mando.” You hiss, leaning back against him.

He chuckles and continues to fuck up into you. Watching your head tilt back against his pauldron and he can barely see you out of his visor. Reaching out, he starts rubbing your clit vigorously. “Want you to come cyar’ika. Want you to soak me.”

You completely forget about the food, focusing only on the pleasure as he thrusts up into you. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck!” You squeal, thighs shaking as you clamp down on his cock, soaking him as you follow his order, cumming on his cock. “Mandooo.” You pant, trying to grind down onto him, “cum. Cum for me.”

He growls harshly, pushing up off the chair as he chases his own release. Grunting while your walls tremble around him and it doesn’t take long. Five slick slaps of his cock into your sopping cunt and he’s falling apart, burying his cock deep while he lets out a low groan of the name you gave him.

Your real name is on the tip of your tongue, to hear it from his modulated mouth, but you don’t. You can’t risk it. “Mando.” You sigh in bliss, pressing your head against the cool beskar. “Always so good.” You confess, truly meaning that. You never have to fake it with him.

He doesn’t think that you are faking, it feels too real, you get too wet. He pants softly and squeezes your hip with the hand that’s still gripping it. “Perfect.” He agrees, he’s never been so relaxed after sex before, slouching back in the seat and bringing you with him. The two of you just sit for a moment, his cock pulsing inside you while he relaxes.

You reach behind you to caress the beskar, enjoying him just holding you for a moment. “Well, I didn’t finish my meal.” You chuckle breathlessly, feeling his responding snort through the beskar. “Mando. Thank you for the food and the orgasm.” You grin, knowing he paid you but this doesn’t feel like a service. You look forward to him visiting you, everyone else pales in comparison to the point where you don’t want to bother taking any other clients.

Din hums, hating that he’s softening inside of you. His time is coming to an end and he needs to go. He pats your hip and leans his helmet against the side of your neck. “You’re welcome.” He chuckles quietly. “Thank you for the orgasms. I’m relaxed and I’ll sleep like a baby tonight.”

You smile, wishing you could ask for him to stay but you can’t, that’s not the arrangement. You don’t want to take any more clients today, wanting to spend your time thinking of Mando, of what you can never have. You’re certain you love him, insanity since you haven’t even seen his face, but no one makes you feel like he does. “You’re welcome, I - I wish you could stay longer. Maybe spend the night but I know you can’t.” Won’t is the correct word but you don’t want to push him.

Din doesn’t know how that would work, but he wants it too. His heart pounds in his chest and he squeezes your hip again. “I have to go.” He doesn’t want to, but he needs to leave and go pick up his next pucks. There is a ship full of carbonite slabs ready for Karga and the guild. “I’ll be back though.” He promises, knowing he won’t be able to stay away from this place now. Not while you are here.

You nod, realizing that he needs to go, so you shift off of his cock, moaning as his cum starts to drip down your inner thigh and you reach for your gown, grabbing a clean cloth to clean yourself while he tucks himself away. “I’ll see you soon Mando.” You walk towards him, reaching up to caress his beskar helmet.

He captures your hand, not because he’s afraid that you will try to remove his helmet. He knows you won’t. Instead he presses it against the side and leans in, pressing his forehead against yours in the Mandalorian version of a kiss. When he steps back, he reaches into his belt and pulls out another stack of credits. “Spoil yourself again, Mesh’la.” He murmurs before he turns to walk out of your room.

You watch him go, your heart aching, and you know you’re a fool for falling for a man who can never love you back. You can never leave this place for your own safety and you know you can’t risk Mando like that. Maker, you don’t even know his real name and he doesn’t know yours. You belong to the card holders, that’s how it goes. You could never belong to the Mandalorian.

****

“Ahhhh Mando!” Grief Karga’s voice booms over the noisy din of the streets, his arms spreading wide in greeting. “Wondered when I would see you again.” Din scoffs slightly, used to the greeting since he was consistent. “I have just the bounty for you. I’ve been saving it.”

Din isn’t really too concerned. Probably just another priority target for Grief himself. He likes sending Mando after them. Told him once after too much spotchka that it was a status thing, sending a Mandalorian after them.

Grief sits down at the table, gesturing for Din to join, and he places the puck on the table after ordering a drink for himself. “Got a good one here, Mando. She’s been escaping bounty hunters for way too long. She’s smart…and she’s one of your own.” Grief reveals and Din frowns under the helmet, curious at what he means by that.

He’s not too concerned when the leader of the guild says a name. It’s not yours. However, it’s your face that pops up when he turns the puck on. Your face, a chain code, along with the fact that you are Mandalorian. Din’s entire body tenses and he leans forward, absorbing the image and the information displayed. “Her helmet is gone.” He spits. “How did you know she was Mandalorian?” It suddenly makes sense why you had never asked about his helmet and how you know Mando’a. The beskar plug. His jaw clenched under his own helmet when he reads your supposed crimes.

“She is from Mandalore. She’s a Mandalorian but during the war, she fled. War crimes made her wanted by the Empire and now, she’s crossed too many people to live in hiding. People want her head and are willing to pay good money to get it. You find her, her beskar that she’s stolen is yours.”

The Empire. Din scoffs under his breath and reaches for the puck to snatch it off the table to tuck into his belt as he stands. “Since when do you work for the Empire, Karga?” He asks, making the older man give a shrug and look around.

“The bounty comes in, the guild accepts it, no questions asked.” He reminds Din.

Turning around to walk away, Din pauses and says over his shoulder, “maybe that rule should change.” He tells Grief before he strides away towards his ship.

****

You grin when the notification comes in that Mando is arriving and you rush around, tidying up your place and you check your appearance in the mirror. Your heart thumps in your chest and you anxiously await his arrival. When the doors slide open, you stand up from your chair, walking towards him. “Hi cyar’ika.”

Cyar’ika. The fact that you are calling him that makes his heart pound in his chest even though he doesn’t respond. He’s hurt that you didn’t tell him about this, as though he was nothing more than a client. He was bound by Creed to help you. Angry that you continuously sold your body to Mandalorians and didn’t reach out. Instead of relaxing, Din puffs his chest out, his stance more bounty hunter than lover as he strides closer, reaching for the puck on his belt. “I can bring you in warm.” He rasps. “Or I can bring you in cold.”

Your blood runs cold at his words, realizing that he knows about your bounty and he wants to take you in, reap the rewards and get the credits. “Mando. I- please. Don’t do this. I can’t - they will kill me if you don’t do it now. They want me dead.” You back away from him, heart breaking that he won’t even let you explain.

He continues to walk towards you, even as your eyes fill with horror that breaks his heart and you start stepping back. Away from him. He opens the puck and sets it on the table. “You were Mandalorian.” He spits, hurt that you did not tell him. “You said a client taught you Mando’a.” He remembers that conversation, the way the words slipped out easily, as if you were used to using them. It had made him jealous, wondering how many men you called cyar’ika thinking that it sounded cute.

“I am Mandalorian.” You counter, making him shake his helmet.

“You are not wearing a helmet. You have betrayed your Creed. This is the way.”

You shake your head, reaching for him before you think better and lower your hand. “There is another way. The way you know is…it’s extreme. They don’t believe in soulmates, in Mandalorians having soulmates. You can only recognize your soulmate through your eyes meeting and the sect you came from believe that shielding the eyes behind a visor allows the Mandalorian to focus on the Creed, on the way, and not themselves. For once you find your soulmate, they are your priority, not the clan. They didn’t want that so they decided to divert from the traditional way, create a more extreme set of rules to ensure the clan comes first. Sex was for breeding, not love making. I lied about knowing Mando’a because I knew you were a bounty hunter, it’s in your very gait. I was scared. I didn’t want you to take me. I don’t want you to take me in. The Empire…what remains of it…will kill me.”

Din huffs under his helmet, not completely believing you, but he can’t say that you are lying. He can tell when someone is, but the honesty in your tone and your body language is very telling. “Why does the Empire want you dead?” He demands, needing to know why. “Why would they care about one Mandalorian who removed their helmet? You don’t even wear your beskar.”

You sigh, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “I had to take it off. I had to hide. They wanted to kill me. The Empire…they wanted war on Mandalore so I had to do something. I got a group of revolutionaries together and we - we planned to blow up a base. We succeeded. Then the Empire killed every Mandalorian involved in that revolt and I escaped by removing my armor and I’ve been in hiding ever since.”

“So how do they have your picture?” He demands, pointing to the puck, clearly showing your face as the holo image blinks at him. “They have your name. A name you didn’t give me and your face.”

You rub your cheek, “I thought I was clever, escaping and not wearing my armor but the Empire…they figured it out. I’m not - my Creed and your Creed are different. My Creed allows me to remove my helmet. The way means Mandalorians finding their soulmates, having families, and protecting the clan. That’s the way. They managed to find an image of me without my helmet prior to blowing up the base, so I’ve been on the run ever since and ended up here so I could hide from the Empire. They are growing powerful again. They want anyone who wronged them to die.”

Different Creeds, soulmates. The information makes Din’s head swim and he reaches for the puck and shuts it off. “You are worth a lot of credits.” He murmurs, shoving it back into his belt. “Someone wants you to be found.” He sighs and motions for you to sit down. “And I’m not happy with the Empire, so you’re in luck.”

You look up, watching him with hesitation, and he sits down beside you. “Well that’s something. Can I- can I know your name?” You ask him, wanting to know what to call him instead of Mando.

He tilts his helmet towards you, “Djarin. My name is Din Djarin.”

You smile, liking the sound of it and you repeat it softly. “I know it’s a lot of information but I just want you to know that everything we did in here wasn’t just because I was getting paid, I wanted to be with you.”

He hums, wondering if he was a fool for believing that. Maybe it was because he’s Mandalorian. “The plug.” He chuckles softly. “No wonder they would send Mandalorians to you. And why you couldn’t go to dinner.” He turns his helmet towards you again. “Anything else I need to know?”

You look down at your hands, knowing he has no reason to believe you but this feeling - it’s similar to what everyone described and you are certain you’re right. “I, um, I also think we could be soulmates.” You reveal, glancing up to see your own reflection in the visor.

“We could -what?” His modulated voice is in disbelief.

“This feeling. You being with me, inside of me. I’ve never felt that before, have you?”

He wants to deny it and opens his mouth to do just that. But he doesn’t. Instead, his head tilts slightly and he thinks about the cravings to take off his helmet. He’s never thought about it before with someone else, not even when he was balls deep and cumming. “No.” He admits quietly.

You tentatively reach for his gloved hand, moving slow to remove it so your skin can touch his. “Have you ever felt that before?” You ask, enjoying the electricity that passes between you. He shakes his head, knowing he’s never felt so alive just from a simple touch. “I want - I know it’s so much to ask but I want to see your eyes. I just want to look into them because - because I think I will have my answer.”

Guilt eats at him. He wants to say no, he should say no. It’s on the tip of his tongue to immediately deny you, but then he stops. He’s not sure what to believe, if he should risk removing his helmet. You have, you have given up your entire existence because of your beliefs and you’ve never tried to remove it. You know the importance to him. “You- you’re covert….you remove helmets?” He verifies again. “And you are still considered Mandalorians?” You nod and Din sits in silence for another moment, feeling the buzzing of his skin against yours. He’s wanted to take off his helmet around you since the first time and that concerned him. If he was your soulmate it would explain some of that desire. “Okay.” He decides quietly. “We will see if you are right.”

“Din.” You reach for his hands to stop him for a moment, “if we are soulmates, your Creed is still intact. It’s - your sect believes that revealing your face to your soulmate is still within keeping your Creed since they are your family. If we aren’t soulmates, you are still Mandalorian in my eyes, in the eyes of the Mandalorians I know. Either way, if you remove it and we aren’t and you wish to remain in your Creed, we can deny it ever happened.” You promise, wanting him to be completely comfortable and know what he’s doing before he reveals his face to you.

He nods, one quick incline of his head. He knows that you are just making sure, but he is ready to do this. Taking a deep breath, he reaches up and grips the sides of his helmet, watching your eyes widen slightly though the display and closes his eyes as he starts to lift the helmet off his head.

You watch him slowly remove the helmet, your breath bated as you eagerly wait to see his face, the one you’ve yearned to see since the moment he came into your room. When he removes it, you gently take it to set it down, his eyes still closed, and you swear you’ve never seen such a beautiful man. You reach up, tentatively caressing his cheek, and you bring your other hand up to caress from his forehead down to his chin, just marveling in his features.

He feels like he’s going to be sick, or maybe it’s anticipation. He can’t quite tell, but the feeling of your hand on his face nearly makes him flinch. His heart is pounding in his chest and he tells himself to just open his eyes. Slowly obeying his own command.

When he opens his eyes, his beautiful brown eyes, you swear your entire being lights up. Your heart pounds in your chest and yet you feel the most at peace you’ve ever felt in your life. You smile, your eyes on his, locked together, and you are certain you are his and he is yours.

Din feels his heart nearly burst, flooded with the complete knowledge that this woman in front of him is his. That you are his soulmate, one he never thought he had. “I-“ He swallows and manages a smile. “Wow.”

You grin, cupping his cheeks and just staring at him. “All this time…I thought soulmates were just something we were told to give us hope but it’s true. It’s true and I - Din, I love you.” You reveal, knowing it to be true. You feel it with your entire body. Your soul.

His eyes close and he absorbs the words, tucks them into his heart and savors them. He sighs softly and opens his eyes again, startled by how clear they look without his helmet. The digital display was not nearly enough. “I love you.” He murmurs softly. “I- the first time I came here, I had the urge to take off my helmet, it’s why- it’s why I left so quickly.”

Your thumbs brush his cheeks, and you can’t stop smiling, amazed by the Mandalorian. “I felt it too. I would never - I’d never remove your helmet without you telling me to but I just had this urge to look into your eyes. I haven’t - I haven’t had anyone in my room since the last time you came here. I couldn’t. It just - it felt wrong. I was waiting for you. Only you.” You promise, bringing his head down to yours, pressing your forehead against his.

His brow swung up in surprise, sure that you had many visitors since he had met you. He hadn’t wanted to admit to his jealousy though. “I’m sorry I was gone for so long then.” He murmurs before he reaches up and caresses your face. “Cyar’ika….” He sighs. “You can’t stay here.”

You sigh, knowing he’s right but you are scared. “If I leave…the Empire will find me and have me killed. Do you think you’re the only bounty hunter with that puck?” You ask him, reaching for his hand to hold it in yours, reluctant to let him go.

He knows that’s true. He’s had experience with that before. Nodding, he sighs. “So we give you to the Empire.” He tells you. “The puck says dead or alive.”

You frown, “how - are you mad? They will kill me if I go there alive and if I’m dead…I don’t - explain. Please.” You demand, praying that your soulmate isn’t considering killing you for a bounty. It’s unheard of but he is from such an offset of Mandalorian culture, perhaps he thinks this is a solution to maintain his Creed.

“You still have your beskar?” He asks, making you nod cautiously. “I will give them ‘proof’ of your death. It doesn’t say I need to bring your body back. You burnt up in the atmo when you were running from me.” He explains. “And your armor can be refashioned by the armorer of my covert so your identity will be protected. I know someone who can get you a new chain code.”

You are surprised at his quick thinking, wondering how he came up with this plan. You feel protected and cared for, something you haven’t felt since you were a child. “Thank you.” You surge forward to wrap your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair to pull him close so you can breathe him in.

Din moans quietly, not meaning to, but the feeling of your fingers in his hair has him thrown off. It’s so intimate, he can barely think about anything but the fact that he can kiss you. “Mesh’la.” He murmurs softly, his own arms wrapping around you and tugging you close. “I- I want-“ he flushes slightly, not even able to voice it.

You know what he wants, you’ve wanted it too. “You’ll be my first kiss.” You reveal, knowing that it’s unusual considering your job but you always withheld that intimacy. You cup his cheek, bringing him closer and you brush your nose against his. Your body warms under his touch, and you tentatively press your lips against his.

Din sighs into the kiss, holding you tighter and clumsily moves his mouth slightly. Trying to show you that he wants to deepen the kiss, obviously succeeding since you open your mouth and let his tongue inside.

You let his tongue slide against yours, humming in enjoyment, and you shift to straddle him, his beskar biting into your skin in some places and making you shiver from the cold metal. “I love you Din Djarin.” You declare breathlessly, kissing his jaw. You feel safe, knowing that he will protect you, and has a plan to protect you. He’s your soulmate and you couldn’t be happier about that.

“I love you.” He reaches down and palms your ass, hauling you closer to him. He’s going to fuck you again, there’s no way that he’s going to leave this building without having you once more, but for now he groans as you bite down on his ear. “Are you- are you going to be happy wearing armor again?” He pants out, wondering if you’ve been without it too long.

You smile against his cheek, “I’m excited to wear it. It’s been a long time. I’m ready to put it back on. Right now though, I want yours off of you. Now.” You say, reaching for the clasps of his chest plate.

He shudders slightly, not stopping you from starting to pull off his armor. The door is closed, unable to be opened from the outside and you are his soulmate. If there is anyone he should strip down with, it’s you. “Mesh’la.” He groans when you pull the chest plate off and work on his pauldrons.

You work fast, used to taking off the armor for the years you wore it. When he’s in his flight suit, you reach for the zipper and look into his dark eyes. “Is this okay?” You ask, wanting to make sure he’s comfortable. When he says ‘yes’ you pull on the zipper, pulling it down to expose his bare skin. “Maker. You’re gorgeous.” You sigh, leaning forward to kiss his chest while you push the sleeves off of his shoulders.

He shudders again, soaking up the praise, and kicking off his boots while you grind down on his already throbbing cock. There is nothing to strip off of you except for the thin, sheer robe that you wear and he’s already pulling that off of you, leaning in to run his lips and tongue over your skin like he imagined.

You sigh in delight at the feel of his tongue over your skin. Your hands caressing every inch that gets revealed to you until the flight suit is pooled at his waist. “Din. Mesh’la.” You murmur, fingers tracing the faded scars of past battles he has won. “Riduur.” You say unconsciously, feeling that with all of your heart.

Groaning, he pulls you against him, loving the feel of your breasts against his chest. "Maker." He breathes out, scraping his teeth over your shoulder. "Riduur. Yes, you are my riduur, already. I am yours." He promises.

Tangling your fingers in his hair, you enjoy the feel of him all over you, making you grind down onto his cock. “I’m yours. Have been since you first came here.” You tell him, loving how much skin is pressed against yours. You caress every scar, every blemish, following your fingers with kisses.

Din groans, nodding and starting to press fervent kisses into your skin. “Good.” He grunts into your chest. “Gonna keep you. You’re mine now.”

You push him backwards until he is laying on the bed, reaching for his flight suit to pull it down his legs until his hard cock rests on his lower stomach. You toss the suit aside and crawl back up his body, kissing his thighs and stomach. “Mesh’la. You’re so beautiful, Din.” You murmur.

He flushes slightly, unused to this praise. He reaches up and caresses your side gently. “I think you are the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.” He confesses. “I’ve thought it since I walked into your room.”

You shift to straddle him, leaning down to softly kiss his lips before you reach behind you to grip his cock, positioning him at your entrance before you slowly sink down. “Riduur. Cyar’ika. I love you.” You declare, leaning down to kiss his lips.

Din moans your name, not the one you had gone by, your real name. Holding onto your hips like they are a lifeline and sliding them up your back to press you firmly against his body. Relishing every inch of you pressed together. “I love you.” He pants, nearly overstimulated by the feeling.

You kiss his neck, starting to move and you rock back and forth on his cock, unhurried and just enjoying every moment of being with him. You pull back to look into those beautiful brown eyes. Unable to believe you’re looking into the eyes of your soulmate and he loves you, he wants to protect you.

“Maker, cyar’ika.” Din watches you with sonder. “I never knew that I would be able to do this. Never thought I had a soulmate, or that I would meet them.” He rambles as you ride him at your slow and methodical pace. “But you’re perfect. You’re going to stay by my side.”

Your hands are everywhere. In his hair, caressing his neck, cupping his cheeks, and you press your lips against his. His cock twitches inside of you and you know he loves kissing. It’s so intimate and you adore it. “Din. Oh Maker. Din. I love you.”

He loves the fact that the two of you are exchanging breaths. That he can feel the warmth of your breath across his skin. It makes him thrust up into you frantically every time you whimper and clench down around him. “I love you, oh fuck.” He groans, “I - cyar’ika, I need you to cum.”

You pant, the pleasure taking over from the emotions, and you rock back onto his cock. Your hips pressed against his so the coarse hair at the base of his cock brushes your clit, and you are gone. Clamping down on his length, soaking him as you cry out his name, collapsing onto his chest.

Growling in pleasure, Din rolls you under him, thrusting into you harshly as he fucks you through your high. Wanting you to enjoy cumming for him this time most of all, this time was special. Bracing his arms on either side of your head and looking down at you blissed out in pleasure.

Your head is pressed against the pillow and you force yourself to open your eyes, to watch your lover as he seeks his own high. You just about manage to rock your hips up to meet his and you cup his cheeks. “Cum for me riduur, cum for me Din.” You plead, wanting to see his face for the first time as he orgasms.

Your words push him over the edge. Gasping out and his brow pinching together in the most pleasure he’s ever felt, his entire body seizes up. He buries his cock deep and cries out your name, his eyes locked onto yours, helpless to look away while he can see your face so clearly.

You swear you cum again just from watching him. He’s gorgeous and he’s yours. Your heart pounds in your chest and you stroke his back when he calms down, coming to a stop inside of you after painting your walls with his hot seed. “I love you.” You whisper, knowing it’s been said so many times but you mean every syllable.

Instead of pulling out of you, Din presses you deeper into the bed, kissing you softly. “I love you too, Riduur.” He knows that eventually you will have to exchange vows, but he already feels like you are one. You have been since he opened his eyes and saw yours without the digital display between them.

You smile against his lips, caressing his shoulders and back as he rests on top of you. “I want a life together. I want foundlings. Our own children. I want to be with you and be safe. That’s what I want most of all. Safety and to live free. I want to be with you for the rest of my life.”

Din hums softly. “You will be.” He promises, rolling onto his back and bringing you with him so he is sprawled out on top of him. “We will make sure that no one comes after you again and then we will make sure our clan is strong and large.”

****

“Slow down!” You call out to your son as he rushes down the hall after you received news that Din has returned to the covert. After leaving the club, Din had his contact change your chain code and the armorer refashioned your armor. As far as the Empire is concerned, you’re dead. You huff, annoyed you cannot wear your chest plate since you are heavily pregnant, ready to have your second child with Din any day now.

Din strides through the covert, eager to see you and Tye. Not stopping to talk to Paz or the armorer as he hears a shriek of happiness and grins under his helmet. He spots the little boy running for him, a wide smile on his face. “Buir!” He yells and launches himself towards Din when he’s within range. His father catches him and swings him around and tosses him up in the air while the young boy screams with laughter.

You smile under your helmet, excited to see your husband and you watch him with your son, making him laugh and rejoice that his father is home. “Riduur.” You coo, loving the way Din presses his helmet against yours in greeting. “I missed you.” You tell him while your son clings to his side.

“I missed you too.” Din promises softly, his free hand sliding over your belly gently. “How is our other ad doing?” He asks, having hurried home from his last hunt so he could be here. You are due any time now.

“Restless. Always kicking. I haven’t had a good night’s sleep since you left between this one moving around and our bed being cold.” You admit, covering your hand with his. “I can’t wait for them to come so I move around properly again. Especially when this one is running around everywhere.” You reach up to cup your son’s cheek, making him giggle.

“Soon there will be two.” Din’s hand slides down to your back and he starts rubbing, knowing that your body is taking a beating with his child inside you. “I will run Tye until he is sleeping in his food tonight and then I will make sure that your entire body relaxes.” He promises, only slightly smirking at the thought of touching you. You haven’t been in the mood for sex and that is perfectly fine with him, but he will make sure that your poor feet and back are rubbed and his tongue caresses your clit before you give birth to his next child.

You moan softly at the thought, knowing that he will take good care of you. You take his gloved hand and bring it back down to your stomach. “I love you, riduur. So much.” You promise, leaning in to press your helmet against his once more. “Come on, let’s go to our rooms and we can get started on relaxing. This one needs a nap.” You reach out to caress your son’s cheek as he rests his head on Din’s shoulder, his eyes fighting the urge to close.

Din hums happily, turning and following you through the halls of the covert. He had been alone for so long and never knew that he needed a family of his own as much as he did, his clan expanding and growing beautifully everyday. All because instead of credits, he was given a card to your establishment. It had been the best payment he had ever received because he had found his soulmate. You.

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