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gracieheartspedro · 8 months

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Part 2 of "How Long"

pairing: f!reader x brother-in-law!joel miller

description: the next day, you're stuck in your own head about last night. how can joel change your mind and make you stay? spoiler, he can't.

word count: 6.1k

warnings: MINORS DNI! this is 18+, pre!outbreak joel, this is mainly just angst. mentions of cheating. some sexual tension and talks of sex. this skips ahead 2 months in the middle, so a slight time jump. name calling, pet names also included.

author's note: this is part two of "how long"! I wanted to get into the smut but I wanted to add this kinda as a way to guide the reader through the next parts. and yes, there's more coming! enjoy joel being soft for reader.

Maybe it was for revenge in the beginning, but Joel made you feel like the woman you wanted to be all along.

You wake up in his arms, and for the first time in a long time, you felt safe and secure. His soft snores were cute and not annoying like Tommy’s loud and obnoxious snores. His expression when sleeping was so precious, his nose wiggling and his brows not furrowed in their normal spot. When he notices you stirring, his snores fade and his eyes slowly drift open. Once he sees your staring, he gives you a lazy smile.

“Mornin’ sweet girl,” He grumbles, stretching his legs and making his biceps flex under your neck.

“Howdy,” You say softly. You sit up from the warmth he brings you, realizing you are still naked from your escapades. You grab a blanket from off the floor, wrapping it around yourself as you search the room for your clothes.

“Want to borrow somethin’ from me?”

The offer sends chills down your spine. You turn to see him standing up from his side of the bed. He’s naked too, and good heavens, he’s hard. You physically couldn’t pull your eyes away from the man’s body. His upper body sculpted but as you trail down, a small pudge forming where his tummy is. Your lips twist upward, watching him sulk over to his dresser drawers. He opens the second drawer down, pulling out a pair of black sweatpants. He looks towards you, noting your expression.

“You perv,” he groans, tossing you the pants, “My room, I can walk around naked.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, catching the pants. He’s so unserious and your laugh only enables his bad behavior. He shakes his head, opening another drawer to search for a t-shirt. He finds an old t-shirt he got at country music festival back in the early 90s. It felt like a lifetime ago, but it was one of the most worn t-shirts in his collection and he was secretly dying to see it on you.

You pull the pants over your naked bottom half, suddenly taking notice to how huge they are on you. You take the drawstrings and tie them as tight as you can get them. The pant legs would drag across the floor, for sure. You felt so tiny in his clothes.

He walks the shirt over to you instead of tossing it at you. When you realize what shirt he’s giving you, you let out an excited squeal.

“I used to joke to Tommy I would somehow steal this shirt from you,” you explain, snatching the folded gray shirt from him, “Finally!”

“Yeah, all you had to do is fuck me.”

It’s so blunt, it makes your excitement fade quick. When you glance up to meet his eyes, the twinkle makes you draw a conclusion.

He’s fucking with you, dude.

“Now it’s mine forever, motherfucker.”

His eyes widen at your response. You never cussed like that in front of him, especially when it came to calling him a name.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, girl,” He grumbles, watching you drop the blanket from your upper half, exposing your boobs do him. His dick twitches when he sees that he left a lovebite right beside your nipple.

You were so perfect to him.

“You’re lucky I’m sore from last night,” You murmur slipping the t-shirt over your head, “Or else I’d… I’d do dirty things to you Joel.”

He creeps forward, his eyes darkening at your suggestion. His eyebrows find their usual spot, the crease in between them growing deeper. You couldn’t help yourself. You were physically incapable of not wanting him. To think you’d spent so long with Tommy, wasting every day trying to manage his chaos, and you were missing out on this. On Joel Miller standing butt naked in his bedroom with a hard on, practically begging you to suck it.

You were so fucked.

“How sore?” He tucks your tangled locks behind your ear, his pointer finger finding the curve of your neck, down to your décolletage. Truthfully, you weren’t that sore, just a bit worn out from spending hours crying, only to spend more time having the best sex of your life.

Your hand finds his, letting his fingers dance around your chest down to the swell of your breast. Just when you’re about to give in, you hear a bang on his door.

“Dad! Wake up! I want pancakes!”

You practically jump out of your skin, throwing yourself back and away from Joel’s reach. You put your hands over your mouth, trying to disguise the slight gasp that leaves your lips.

His lips form into a perfectly straight line, “I’ll be out in a second, kid. Can you run next door and ask Jimmy for some eggs?”

“Do I have to?”

“If you want good pancakes, yes!”

The way they talk to each other makes you smile under your hands. You hear Sarah moan in annoyance, before running out the back door and over to the neighbor’s house. Joel rolls his eyes, finding a pair of pants and a t-shirt for himself. You watch him get dressed, still standing like a puppy waiting to be released from their crate.

“Just go upstairs and mess up the guest bed a bit, then come down and act like you just woke up. We don’t havta tell her bout you and Tommy unless you wanna.”

You contemplate his words for a moment. Maybe telling Sarah her uncle is a sociopathic cheater wasn’t the best way to start her morning. You quickly decide that you’d tell her that you two decided to take a break.

“I’ll tell her we are taking a break or something and that I was just super upset and came over to clear my head.”

“Great idea,” He mumbles, opening up his bedroom door, “Now get your pretty ass upstairs and stumble down in like 10 minutes acting tired and sad.”

You smack his shoulder as you walk out in front of him, “I am tired and sad, asswipe.”

“All these slanderous nicknames, what happened to my good girl from last night?”

Your core clenches at the words. You knew he was toying with you and you wanted to give in so bad, but you were on a time crunch at this point. Sarah would be coming in at any second. As you try to leave Joel’s reach, you feel his hand on your shoulder. He spins you around to face you, grabbing the nape of your neck. He pulls you up, leaning down to capture your lips into a quick but eager kiss.

You always felt self conscious about kissing in the morning because Tommy always commented on morning breath and how disgusting it was. You literally wouldn’t kiss him until you brushed your teeth in fear he would find you repulsive. Joel didn’t care though, he wanted your kisses every moment of every day.

After getting a piece of you last night, he knew he was going to have a hard time resisting the urge to have you in his bed every night. He had a crush on you for so long, pushing aside his feelings, knowing it was so wrong to like his own brother’s girlfriend. But now his brother’s actions were finally coming to light after years of suspicion, and Joel knew this was his chance to treat you the way you deserved to be treated.

“Git,” He says, pulling away from you, swatting your ass as you walk through his house to the staircase. As soon as you’re halfway up the stairs, you hear Sarah come back into the house. You pause, waiting for them to start talking.

“Why’s her car up front?”

Joel pauses for a moment. You hear him taking a mug out of his cabinets, “She and Tommy got into it last night. I told her she could crash in the guest room.”

“What about?”

“Adult stuff, don’t worry bout it.”

You roll your eyes, creeping up the stairs and into the guest room. The last time you found yourself in this room, it was to sleep next to Tommy after you two drank too much with Joel and a couple friends. Thinking back to it, you remember that was the same night he told you he really didn’t want kids. You laid in the same god forsaken bed and cried until you fell asleep.

Tommy really didn’t care about you. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise, him cheating on you. You just really didn’t want it to be with your own sister. But truthfully, you’re glad it was a world shattering cheating scandal. It made you never want to see his stupid face again.

You grab the duvet off the top of the bed and throw it around. You lay in the bed, making the sheets crinkle. You needed to make it look like you actually stayed in this room, just in case Sarah peered in.

Once satisfied with your work, you stand up and head downstairs. It had only been 5 minutes and you already smell freshly brewed coffee. It makes you smile, ready to share a cup with Joel.

“Mornin’,” Joel says plainly, glancing up at you from the mixing bowl placed on the island. Sarah is seated at the barstools, watching her dad slave over breakfast.

“Mornin’ Millers,” You say, falsely rubbing your eyes to make it seem like you had just woken up seconds ago.

“Weird to see you here on a Sunday morning,” Sarah comments, pulling the barstool next to her out. She wanted you to sit next to her and explain what happened, you could see it on her face. She had just turned 14, so she knew it was a curious case when her uncle’s girlfriend was crashing in the room next to hers. “You and Tommy good?”

“No, he uh,” You look up at Joel who’s stopped his stirring. You give him a look like “hey I think I may tell her the truth”, and he nods. Even if it means Sarah would look at Tommy in a different light, she should know her uncle is imperfect and capable of fucking up his life.

“He admitted to cheating on me on our ride home last night. I left him on the side of the road and called your Dad to go get him.”

Saying the story out loud sounds so absurd. It almost didn’t feel real.

Sarah’s mouth falls open in shock and disbelief. Joel decides it’s his turn to quip up.

“I told her she could come here and stay until she was ready to face him,” He explains, portioning out pancakes on a buttered pan, “I picked Uncle Tommy up from the side of the road and took him back to their apartment. He will probably be calling here shortly. He needs to come get his truck.”

Sarah had questions, hundreds of them.

He seriously cheated? With who? Are you going to break up? Am I never going to see you again? How could he do this?

What catches you and Joel off guard is when she slams her fists on the island.

“What an asshole!”

Joel’s eyes fly open in shock, but you choke out a laugh at Sarah’s comment.

“Hey, language,” He looks over at you, his shoulders tense, “And you shouldn’t be laughing.”

“Sorry,” You admit, standing up from the chair to find your way around to the coffee pot. You knew the ins and outs of the kitchen, so you find a coffee mug in the cabinet next to Joel. You start to pour some of the pot into your mug, just as Sarah poses a question.

“Is that my dads shirt?”

You stop your actions like you just got caught in the act. You slowly put the pot back on the heated stand, waiting for Joel to say something. Please save me, you beg silently.

“She needed pajamas last night. She was wearing her outfit from Tommy’s party, not comfy to sleep in.”

Nice save, Joel.

You nod and try to avoid eye contact for the rest of the time Joel’s making breakfast. While Sarah continues to ask questions, you just shake your head and sip your black coffee. You usually drank it with some creamer and sugar, but you needed the bite of the coffee to bring you to life. Joel cooks pancakes, eggs, and bacon, all things you’d like to eat but after Sarah’s interrogation, you feel sick to your stomach. Joel prepares you and Sarah’s plates, putting them in front of you both. Sarah chows down immediately and you just poke around the plate, pretending you’re eating. Joel notices, watching you closely as he munches on a piece of toast.

As you finally take a bite, the landline rings behind you on the wall.

“Probably Tommy,” Joel swallows, heading to the phone to pick it up. He was right, it was Tommy. You hear his whiny voice over the sound of Sarah humming while she eats. He’s upset, telling Joel that he needs to find you to apologize.

“She’s here,” Joel mutters, disregarding any emotion he may feel, “She came here after last night.”

“Why there?”

Joel rolls his eyes, “Because she didn’t want to go home to your drunk ass.”

“Can you tell her I’m sorry?”

You can feel Joel tense up, finally meeting his eyes as he pulls the phone away from his ear. He looks at you, his eyes asking if you want to say anything over the phone. You don’t even think, you just snatch the phone from his grasp.

You hear Tommy’s labored breathing over the phone, like he is crying.

“You wanted to say something to me?”

You voice is even, not showing any emotion that is bubbling in your stomach.

“Baby,” He stammers, “I’m so sorry.”

“Okay,” You hold your breath, waiting for the right words to say, “I want you out of the house by the end of the day. I’ll get Joel to come get you so you can ge-”

“Baby, please! Please I’m so-”

“I’m not done talking, Tommy.” You pause, inhaling quickly, “We are done, okay? I’ll have Joel come get you in an hour to get your truck that I bought for you, and you will be out of the apartment I pay for, and you will be out of my life. I don’t want apologies. I want you gone.”

You turn to see Sarah and Joel gawking at your immediate and demanding response to Tommy. It wasn’t something you were anticipating to say, but once you started, you couldn’t stop. You didn’t even think through your demands, but you knew you couldn’t stay in the bubble you were in at Joel’s house forever. You paid most the rent at your shared apartment. That truck was something you helped pay for. He needed to be gone in order for you to figure your next steps. Truthfully, after your last conversation with him, you wished you never had to speak to Tommy ever again.

You knew that the reason he was really sorry was because he got caught and his living situation was up in the air. It had nothing to do with actually feeling bad for ruining your sense of safety and security. Tommy was a lot of things, but you did see a future with him, somehow.

“I’ll just have Ryan bring me over there. I’m not waiting around for Joel. He seems too busy playing house with you. Stupid bit-”

The line drops and you stand there in shock. You weren’t even upset, you were angry. He was so quick to change his tune when he realized you weren’t going to be manipulated again. It made your whole body go red hot.

“What did he say?”

Sarah was silent, unsure how to navigate such an awkward moment. You don’t even know what to say, so you just slam the phone onto the machine.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to see him when he gets over here. I may-,” You censor yourself, remembering this is probably a weird situation for Sarah. You can’t say what you really want to say.

“What did he say?”

“He’s having Ryan bring him over to get his truck.”

“What else?”

Joel knows he had to say something to rile you up, and he knows his sorries were just conditional. You knew that too, but it hurt to hear him so bitter again. You begin to come to the conclusion that the alcohol wasn’t what made Tommy bold last night, that was just him showing his true colors finally.

You just shake your head. Joel dismisses Sarah before she can finish her breakfast, but she knew it was probably in her best interest to hide away in her bedroom anyway. She doesn’t object, just grabs her plate and carries it upstairs.

Joel leans against the counter, waiting for you to finally speak up. You know what Tommy said is going to send him into a rage, so you bite the side of your cheek.

“’s gonna be here any moment. Do you want me to ask him what he said to you? Or would you rather share with the class?”

Ugh.

“He said you were playing house with me.”

You don’t tell him the name he called you, it would only make him more angry. Joel brings his mug up to his lips, hissing as he slurps it up. His bows his head, wondering how he’s going to probably make this situation even worse.

Joel wanted to say fuck it and fight for you, but that’d be selfish. He had been pining for you forever but you on the other hand, didn’t even think he was an option. You had never given a relationship with Joel a thought until last night. Tommy was always your first and final choice. You were fiercely loyal and Joel knew that. So, sure, he wanted you to drop every thought of Tommy and just stay. But he knew you couldn’t.

You didn’t want to be the reason that Joel didn’t talk to his brother anymore. You don’t want to be the reason Sarah doesn’t have a relationship with her uncle. You felt like your feelings for Joel only complicated things. Of course they did. And what exactly were the feelings? Was it just a rush because it was so new and different? Or did Joel actually make you feel unconditionally appreciated?

You can read Joel’s expression for the first time. He’s pleading with you.

“Sweethe-”

“I don’t want to be the reason your family falls apart,” You mutter, trying not to cry as you say it. You were surprised you even had any tears left after last night.

Joel rounds the island, approaching you with every intention to give you a big hug. You stop him though, your hand resting on his broad chest. Your memory serves you right, mapping out the front of his chest with your finger tips, waiting for him to say something else. He doesn’t say anything though, he just roughly grabs your hips, walking you to the corner of the island.

“Tommy is the reason our family fell apart,” He explains, lifting your butt to the edge of the counter. His hands then rest on your upper thighs, rubbing circles as you lazily wrap your arms around his neck. Your heart was racing, knowing Tommy could walk into Joel’s house like he used to. He’d see you pinned to the counter by Joel and he’d draw all his conclusions.

“You were the cheater this whole time,” you imagine him saying.

“He will be here any minute, Joel.”

You couldn’t have everything blow up in your face all at once. You needed Joel to know that you were thankful for him, but you didn’t need an added stressor to your life right now.

You look into his desperate eyes, wanting nothing more but to plant another kiss on his downturned lips.

“I am going to change and get out of your hair. I have to,” Your brain starts going a million miles a minute, trying to explain yourself, “I have to call my family. I have to… I have to rebuild my life, Joel. I’m sorry, this,” You gesture to him and yourself, “This complicates a lot. I need.. I just need time.”

He steps back, shaking his head. He knew that’d be your response. It stung, but he had to try to push aside his feelings for you.

You hear a car door slam out front, making your nerves go into overdrive.

“I’ll go give him his keys. Let him know you’re not interested in talkin’.”

You just bite your lip, slipping off the counter.

“Can you tell him to leave his key under the mat when he gets his shit out? He has until tonight.”

Joel starts to bound to the front door, beating Tommy to the knob.

“Yeah, I’ll let him know,” He turns to you finally, “And you don’t have to change. Keep my shirt. You’ve wanted it for awhile, it’s yours.”

2 months later

From: Joel Miller

Sarah has been begging to see you. I’m making lasagna tonight and I remembered it was your favorite. Would you want to come over ? If you’re not busy?

You had ignored most of Joel’s texts since Tommy moved out. You had spent the last 2 months trying to figure out your entire life. It was flipped upside down overnight, so you needed a moment to catch your breath. Joel understood, of course. You’d text him every now and again, just to let him know you were doing okay.

You sit at your desk at work, glancing at your calendar pinned to your bulletin board.

Of course you didn’t have plans for a random Wednesday night. Tomorrow you had Thristy Thursday with some coworkers. But tonight was going to be the night you lit up one of your last couple joints on your balcony and smoked until your eyelids got heavy. Maybe you would call your mom and ask her if she’d heard from your sister.

Your mom had heard what happened two days after everything went down, and was totally on your side, which was nice. She couldn’t believe your sister had the audacity to do such a thing. You’d vent to her for hours, eventually crying and wishing she wasn’t across the country to give you a hug. After your parents divorced a couple years ago, your mother decided she needed to live her life far away from your dad, so she moved to Maine. Random, but you respected her for getting away and living her life on her terms. She told you that you should do the same. You laughed between tears, telling her maybe you would.

After your sister was confronted with the fact that you knew all about her and Tommy, she cried and begged for forgiveness. You decided to spare her your true feelings, opting to just tell her to stay out of your life for awhile. You’d ignored her calls and texts after that. It was your father who called you a couple days later to tell you that she had checked herself into rehab for abusing alcohol and pills.

As sick as it was, your mind went straight to karma. It was bittersweet. You told your father to let her know you were thinking about her and hope she got better. Your dad said she was going to move to Dallas with him once she got out of treatment. It wasn’t far enough away from you, but it would do.

You stare back down at your phone, reading Joel’s text several more times.

Just you and Sarah? You type.

It was a dumb question to ask, but you had to be sure Tommy wasn’t just hanging around his house like he used to. You’re almost positive Joel would’ve told Tommy to stop coming around, but you can never be too safe.

He responded quickly.

From: Joel Miller

Just us. She wanted to show you her new CD player too.

You can’t say no, especially now that it’s not just Joel you’re neglecting. You had been around Sarah most of her life and she always loved having you around. You were almost like a big sister she never had. She always begged you to come to her soccer games, her chorus concerts, and birthday parties. You never missed one.

She always gave you insight on the newest trends and she was quick with her humor, which always had you laughing until your stomach hurt. If you were going to go to the Miller household, it would be to hear all of Sarah’s life updates.

And maybe to see Joel. His presence would not be lost on you.

You hover over your keyboard, overthinking your response.

Okay, yeah. I can be over around 6?

You glance back up at your computer screen, seeing that it was already 3. You’d be out of work in an hour, then you’d have to see Joel.

You hadn’t seen him since you left his house with your pile of clothes, sporting his old t-shirt and sweatpants, completely dazed and confused at the curveball that life threw you.

You did wear that shirt he gave you almost every night.

Your phone dings.

From: Joel Miller

Sounds good. I’ll let Sarah know, she will be excited.

You shake away all your doubt and take a couple deep breaths, getting back to some emails before you’d go home and get ready to face your past.

–

“You came!”

Sarah opens the door to see you practically shaking in your new heeled boots. She reaches out and grabs you, giving you the tightest hug.

“Hey, kiddo,” You grin, returning the squeeze, “Your dad promised me lasagna and you, so of course I had to come.”

She giggles, pulling you out of the chilly air. The Miller house has this distinct warmth that always comforts the deepest parts of your soul. Even when you and Tommy were together, your favorite place to hangout was Joel’s back deck and living room.

You haven’t ever felt so nervous to see Joel. You round the corner to the kitchen, only to see him slaving over the oven. He looks relaxed. His hair is a bit more shaggy than usual. He’s surprisingly not in any work gear, wearing a blue t-shirt and khakis, with no stains. He put on his best outfit, just for you.

When your eyes lock, you just try your best to give him your best cheesy smile. You had no idea what to say to the man. Hey, I miss you a lot. I find myself comparing every dick I have had in the last two months to yours.

That would land well.

“Hey there stranger,” You opt to say instead.

He drops the knife he’s using to butter some bread. He’s reaching out towards you, grappling at your waist and the bottle of red in your hand.

“Hey, I’ve-… I mean we’ve missed ya,” He gives you a half hug, putting the wine down on the counter. You feel weird touching him like this. Especially in front of Sarah. He smells like you remember. Sweet strawberry shampoo and whatever laundry softener he puts on his clothes. His large hand pulls away from your waist and you instantly miss it.

“I’ve missed y’all, too. Anything I can do to help?” You gesture towards the spread he has laid out. It’s mainly just fresh garlic diced up and some Italian bread cut up into slices.

“Why don’t ya open that bottle? Wine glasses ar-“

“Above the dishwasher, I know.”

—

Dinner was intertwined with Sarah telling stories about her first weeks of school and you devouring your weight in lasagna. Joel just nodded along, piping in to say something sarcastic to Sarah or smile at your sauce stained lips. You sip on wine, progressively getting more and more relaxed due to the alcohol flowing through your veins.

It was like old times. Except you didn’t have Tommy interjecting to shoot down your ideas or him and Joel getting into a small tiff about something that happened 10 years ago. It was nice. After dinner, when Joel was starting on dishes, Sarah brought you up to her room to show you some new stuff she bought. She played you a Britney Spears CD on her new stereo, telling you about how many discs it actually held. She even confided in you that she had a crush on a boy in her math class.

“You better not tell your Dad. He will have a cow.”

You feel a presence behind you occupy the door. You turn quickly, seeing Joel leaning against the door frame.

“Have a cow about what?” He grumbles, crossing his arms at you two. You smirk, shaking your head.

“Nothing, Dad,” Sarah utters quickly.

“Yeah, Dad, it’s none of your business.”

He rolls his eyes at your sarcasm.

He only came up here to grab you for some alone adult talk, and here you are gossiping with his daughter and harboring secrets. Deep down, he loved it. He appreciated that Sarah felt safe enough to come to you and talk to you about things. You were always a great role model for her.

“Okay, fine,” He raises his hands in defeat, “Sarah, you gotta get up for school tomorrow. Start gettin’ ready for bed.”

“Bu-”

“No buts. You’re not goin’ in late tomorrow. Shower and bed.”

She stomps her foot, annoyed with him and his demands. You just giggle, grabbing her arms and bringing her into a hug.

“I promise I’ll be around more. You call me any time, okay? I love hearing from you.”

She crushes you with her little bony arms, “Don’t be a stranger.”

You pull away, gesturing Joel to scoot out of the door frame so you could head downstairs. He follows close behind, his foot fall in sync with yours.

“You wanna stay for another glass? Stil half the bottle left.”

You bite your lip. You shouldn’t, but you want to talk to him without a child present. So you nod eagerly, heading straight to the bottle once you reach the downstairs. You pour yourself some into your stained glasses, giving him the last splash.

“Wanna hang outside? May be more private.”

He wanted privacy because he wanted to pick your mind. He also wanted updates on your family. How everything went down with your sister. Your parent’s opinions on the situation. One thing about Joel was that he wanted to hear your buttery voice talk about anything and everything.

You two walk out the sliding glass door, finding spots on the outdoor couch Joel had for most of Sarah’s life. It was falling apart and water damaged, but it was where you and him had spent long nights having conversations when Tommy was drunk and asleep on the couch inside.

“You uh, talk to your sister?” He asks, settling into the couch, keeping an appropriate distance from you.

You breath out loudly, “Yeah, she’s in rehab.”

“Holy shit, cause of what happened?”

You take a sip of wine before you answer, “No, she was on some heavy shit, I guess. Maybe that’s what gave her the audacity to fuck Tommy.”

“Yeah maybe. You talk to him at all?”

“He left me a drunken voicemail a couple weeks ago. Other than that, no.”

You had woken up in the dead of night to get water and saw you had a message on your home phone voicemail. You pressed the button, letting his wasted voice slur your name. He was begging to come back. Said he made a mistake. He would never do it again, yada yada.

“He’s already bringin’ another girl around my parents. Some chick from that bar he’s always at with his buddies,” Joel confesses, “My ma is confused.”

Your stomach flips a bit. You were curious how Tommy was doing, but not out of desperation or anything. You just wanted to know if he would survive on his own.

“I knew he’d be quick. How does your mom feel about it all?”

“Disappointed but she enables his shit.”

Joel takes a sip of his wine, licking his lips after he swallows. You watch him closely, trying to not make it obvious that you missed the way his tongue traced yours that night.

“Yeah that’s fair. He’s her baby.”

He nods, letting the silence fill the air. He doesn’t want to ask about your dating life, but the question was festering in his mind. He couldn’t help himself.

“Have you been seeing anyone?”

“Not really.”

“What’s that mean?”

“I’ve slept with other guys but no one to really ride home about. They weren’t-“

He cuts you off quickly, “Tommy?”

“No,” You contemplate for a moment, gripping the stem of your wine glass tighter. You know if you weren’t drinking, you would never let the next word slip your lips. But it does.

“You.”

You weren’t planning on confessing that to anyone, especially Joel himself. But the tension was rising in your chest and he’s sitting here, under the moonlight, giving you those damn puppy eyes.

He raises his eyebrows, not expecting you to say something so upfront and honest. The relief that floods him was satisfying, though. He hadn’t even thought about another woman since you.

You mainly had random hookups to try to fill the void you felt due to not having someone around all the time. You weren’t ever fully into them, but you needed to feel something. That something was never itching that itch you had, though. The closeness you craved wasn’t strictly sexual.

“Yeah,” He mumbles, looking down at his socks, “I can’t uh… I can’t stop thinkin’ about you.”

It makes your heart grow 7 sizes to hear him say that. The guilt you anticipated feeling about sleeping with Joel never came. You instead missed him more than any other part of your 7 year relationship with his brother.

“The feeling is mutual.”

The moment is shattered when you hear a pounding on the glass door. Sarah stands there in his pajamas, her toothbrush in her hand.

Joel signals her to open the door, which she does a bit too hard. The door shudders loudly as Sarah jumps over the threshold.

“Jesus kid,” Joel groans, setting his empty glass down on a table nearby, “What is it?”

“We should invite her to my soccer tournament this weekend!”

“Soccer tournament?”

Joel huffs, “She has a big tournament this weekend in Houston.”

“You should come!”

You shoot a look at Joel, “I mean, I am free. But is that okay with you? Are you guys staying somewhere?”

“Yeah, the Marriot downtown. Her whole team is stayin’ there. We have two beds in the room, so you could squeeze. Only if you want to.”

He was praying you’d say yes.

“That’d be fun,” You drink the last drop of your wine, “Count me in.”

You want to think you’re doing it for Sarah, but truthfully, you were itching to get more time with Joel. You were almost positive you made plans with a guy from work this weekend, but you could care less about cancelling something if it meant you could get to stay in a fancy hotel with Joel and support Sarah from the sidelines.

Sarah squeals in excitement, running outside barefoot to throw her arms around you.

“I promise we will win!”

It sends you into a fit of giggles.

“I’m sure you will, kiddo. Now get inside, your feet will get all gross without shoes on.”

Joel quips up, “Brush your teeth, then bed. ‘Ya hear me?”

She straightens up, saluting him like a solider dramatically, “Sir, yes, sir.”

You both watch her prance inside, giddy that you’d be around to watch her on the field. You can’t help but feel loved by the girl. She really made you feel important.

Joel clears his throat, “You can say no to her, yanno?”

“No, I really can’t,” You scoot to the corner of the couch, pushing yourself off of it, “I should get going.”

“Yeah, I got a big day tomorrow,” Joel lies. He didn’t have a big day, he would literally be sitting in his truck thinking of you while his work crews do all the heavy lifting. He stands up to walk you out, wracking his brain if he should… hug you? Kiss you?

“Thank you for inviting me to dinner tonight. I guess I’ll see you guys this weekend? Will I just meet you here Friday evening so we can head out?”

“Yeah, planning on leaving around 5:30,” Joel explains, getting the sliding glass door for you, “We can just come by and get you.”

“Yeah don’t want Tommy to drive by and see my car in your driveway, right?”

“I could care less what Tommy’s thinks.”

part 3 coming soon

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dre6ming · 24 days

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Kiss it better

Part of “The delicate beginning rush” (click for the whole series) can be read in it’s own

Pairing: Austin Butler x fem reader

Warning: hard language, curses, aggression, mentions of blood, assault

Plot: while visiting Austin on set of the bike rides something not so great happens, that has Austin pull out his protective side

Word count: 1.8k

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A/n: this was a request so if you have some more feel free to send them to me

"Do you know how much I love you?" Austin asks, kissing my cheek, the facial hair he had to grow for the role making me giggle with the way it tickles my soft skin. "I think in might have and idea about it." I say, turning my head slightly and catching his lips in a warm kiss, tasting his breath on my tongue. My heart beats so fast I can almost hear it in my ears, as he adjusts his hand, to hold my lower back better making sure I don't fall off the bike. He's filming for the movie Bike riders and I'm just passing through, visiting for the month, which has been great since we often get to fool around the set in between filming.

"I think I might go to your trailer and get some sleep, I'm kinda tired." I tell him, brushing my hands through his hair, pulling slightly at the root, making him groan. "Ok, want me to walk you?" Austin helps me get off the bike safely. "You think they'll let you keep it after you're done?" I ask referring to his bike, praying for a 'yes' "Probably not." He shakes his head and I pout, truly disappointed. "That's too bad, maybe I'll buy you one for your birthday!" I say absentmindedly, walking my hand over the handle of the bike. Austin chuckles, pulling me in a tight hug. "Ok sugar mama, if that's what you want to waste your pension on." He jokes shrugging his shoulders, making me laugh with my head thrown back. "Well baby, if you behave." His lips catch mine and I sigh into the kiss, biting his bottom lip, smiling when I hear him groan.

"Ok I'm going now, you need to get back to work." I say, patting his chest. Austin opens his mouth to say something, but doesn't get to as he gets called back to set and I giggle at his frustration, going past him. I wink at him and get to walking to his trailer, already dreaming of the soft bed enveloping me whole. On my way, a dude I've never seen before, waves my way, nodding his head at me, a strange grin on. I can't lie, but I usually don't pay mind to such behavior, but somehow this interaction makes shivers climb up my spine and the hair to on the back of my neck to rise.

"Hi gorgeous!" He approaches me and I try to act like I don't see him, taking a few steps to my right hoping he'd get the note and leave me alone. "Hey!" He whistles at me trying to get my attention. "You deaf or somethin girl?" He asks lifer coming my way. "I'm just not interested, ok can you leave me be?" I ask hoping he'll give up. "So what maybe I can change your mind, huh?" He says, coming my way aggressively. I feel my bones shake with fear and I try to move away from him, while trying to remember everything I learned in self defense class, but all that seems to be useless now. "I don't know you ok?" I say, picking up my pace, not running just yet, thinking if I should turn back where I came from.

While I'm in my head sweating my decision, the guy catches my wrist in his hand and pulls me towards him. I wince at the way his grip on my wrist twists my joint and shoots pain up my arm. "Let me go!" I try to rip my arm out of his hold but, he's to strong. "Oh come on baby, just a kiss, maybe I'll grab a boob or two, they look gorgeous" my free hand goes to cover my chest and I look frantically around to see if there's anyone that can help me, but there isn't. Panic is high in me and the smirk the guy has on his face, makes my blood turn to ice in my veins. "Help, someone help me!" I shout as loud as I can, before he slaps me across the face. The hit takes me off balance and in doing so, he brings me flush to him, putting his hand over my mouth and the other around my waist. With my hands free I start to hit him anywhere I can, but he's big so he doesn't even budge. "You cunt! Stop fucking hitting me!" He growls at me, his spit hitting my cheek.

I can't see anything, tears are flowing down my face and I'm struggling to breathe with his hand on my mouth. I can see all the ways this might go and I'm terrified. Suddenly I'm roughly shaken and he lets go of me, so I fall to the ground, my legs numb. "Shh , hey it's fine!" I hear a muffled voice say and I feel hands on my arms trying to grab at me, I scream and push away, closing my eyes, bringing my knees to my chest and crying. I hear a bunch of commotion around me, but I'm scared to move, so I just sit there, formed into a ball.

I feel a set of arms wrap around me and I flinch away. "Shh baby, Y/n it's me, it's Austin." I hear softly and I lunch at him, throwing my arms around his neck, burying my face in the crook of his neck. "I swear to you I want to kill that motherfucker, I hope my fist fucking stays on his face for the rest of his scum bag life." He sounds so angry, but his touch is so warm and comforting. "I I I'm sssorry" I stammer from crying, nuzzling my face in his chest. "Don't you dare apologize. Come on baby, I'll lift you up." Austin says, hooking one arm under my legs and the other on my back. He lifts me up like I weigh nothing, kissing the top of my head.

I hear the door to his trailer open and soon enough I feel the fluffy bed under me. His hands push the hair out of my face and he uses his thumbs to wipe my tears away. "I knew I should've walked with you." He says more, to himself p, giving me a good look over, anger intensifying on his face as he notices my red wrist and probably swollen cheek. "I should go back there and give that guy more punches to take home." I shake my head and take his hands off my face, rubbing his knuckles, frowning when I see the cuts and bruises on his hands. "Aus what did you do?" I ask my voice barely a whisper.

"Some guy from sound said he heard some girl scream for help, my mind when directly to you, I hate that I was right. I ran and when I saw him grabbing at you, I ripped him off of you, got him to the ground and punched as hard as I could, I hope I broke something, maybe his nose" he takes his hands back and goes to the sink to wet a small wash cloth, bringing it over and wiping my face. "I'll change and then we can go back to the apartment ok? They gave me two days off." He says, placing another kiss on my forehead, then quickly undressing, putting the clothes in a bag and getting into his own. It only takes him a minute or two, but it feels like an eternity and I'm so happy, when he gets on the bed and pull me on top of him, arms tight around me. "I'm so sorry honey, are you ok?" Austin asks again

"Yes, I'm fine, just a little shaken up." I say, grimacing when I speak since it hurts from all the screaming. "I think we should go by the medic, your cheek is pretty red and your wrist is bruising" he speaks softly, massaging my back. "I'm fine." I push hoping he'd drop if. "How's your hand, does it hurt?" I ask and push myself off of him, getting up from the bed and going to my bag to pick my balm for cuts and bruises. I take the wet towel and motion him to come sit at the edge of the bed with me. "Give me your hand." But he's stubborn. "I should be taking care of you, I'm fine." He argues, making me roll my eyes. "Aus, your knuckles are bleeding, please!" I plead with him and he finally gives in. While I work on his hands his lips kiss my face over and over again, making my skin feel warm and tingly.

"I think if there's anyone that can kiss it better it's you." I admit, smiling, while I carefully apply cream to his bruised knuckles. He doesn't even flinch but I know they must be hurting. "Are you really ok? Please Y/n tell me, I promise not to go break his neck." Austin's nostrils flare up as his anger flashes back to him, and I sigh. "I'm not fine, I was so scared, I took all those self defense classes and I couldn't do anything." I feel tears in my eyes again and he places a finger under my chin, forcing me to look at him. "Come here, my darling love, I'm sorry you had to go through this, I'm here!" He assures me, pulling me into a breath taking hug.

I breathe in his scent, feeling my muscles relax, the warmth his body provides being exactly what I needed. "Let's go home and get you a warm bath, hm? And then we'll stuff ourselves full of chocolate and ice cream, while watching Twilight!" I giggle at the plans he has made for the night. "I would love that!" I reply truthfully, leaning my head back and pulling him in for a kiss. Austin's lips are warm and soft and sweet, almost too familiar in taste. "Did you use my lip balm?" I ask licking my lips and looking at him, chuckling when he blushes. "Just a bit, maybe, no.." he defends himself, bringing me back for another kiss, one of his hands holding my chin. "Liar!" I say, before his lips crash onto mine. He giggles into the kiss, and his tongue, licks my bottom lip asking for permission, which I give delighted. Austin's tongue explores my mouth and his hands keep me close to his chest, so close I can feel his heart pounding. "I love you!" I say between shallow breaths. "You're my everything!" He admits looking into my eyes and I melt into the blue of his irises.

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jwirecs · 5 months

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RECOMMENDED SEVENTEEN FICS OF NOVEMBER 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my recs for seventeen for november! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Loud Leather & Loud Thoughts || @bitchlessdino💕💔✅💯

↳ Hard to maintain a good acquaintanceship if it started off on the wrong foot, but Wonwoo tries to do just that, no matter how much you resent him from childhood. Now reunited as adults, you’re questioning whether your negative impression of him has stuck since being away or have you grown up just enough to realize how much between the two you have changed?. (bitchlessdino aint gon be bitchless no longer cause honey, i will be on my knees for your fics. biker!wonwoo is my new guilty pleasure.)

Too Much || @hannieehaee🔞💕✅💯💯

↳ after a few weeks of constant overtime work slouching over a desk, you feel as if your back is about to give out on you. fortunately for you, your best friend seungcheol is a professional masseuse! unfortunately for you, you're unsure of how you'll keep your crush on your best friend at bay while on his massage bed, ass up and oiled up. (the last time i had a massage, i swear i thought the masseuse broke my arm cause of a loud pop. scared me and the masseuse LMAO, but we okay. but can you imagine, cheols hands....im just gonna stop there. let the imagination run)

Always Only You || @honeyhotteoks🔞💕💔✅💯💯💯

↳ the date was terrible, awful even, but you just can't call your brother to pick you up. you have to call his best friend instead. (brb imma need a hot minute to relive this fic. like no joke, my ass will be in the corning if you need me. bottom line, i absolutely loved this one)

5 More Minutes || @qmrzi💕✅

↳ jihoon is working on a song before your date together and you got impatient. (he really would be the type to say 5 more minutes of work before a date. desperate times calls for desperate measures. i respect the oc's hustle.)

Bedroom Exclusive || @onlyhuis🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ seeing your boyfriend on tv kissing another girl definitely doesn't feel good, but he's got plenty of time to make it up to you. and he plans on letting you know that you're the only one on his mind. (AFTER THAT VID OF HIM IN THAT DRAMA WITH THAT ONE SCENE???? OHHHHHHHHHHHHH CHILD. another fic where i had to take a moment to breathe after i finished reading it. that says a whole lot my friends.)

Just The Tip || @euphor1a🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ he tried his best, he really did. but lord, for how long could he control himself when you looked like a pretty, little angel, all his to ruin? (you gotta give it to mingyu for resisting the urge throughout the story. flash a titty and this man will crumble to the ground. i love it.)

Now You're Safe With Me || @thedensworld💕💔✅💯

↳ Seungcheol received several missed calls from you, and he knew they weren't just regular phone calls. (stop this bby boy will drop heaven and earth to be with his boo. lets all pray that i get a man like him.)

Spotted: Woozi At Couples Therapy? || @mphountitled🔞💕💔✅

↳ A kink confession in couple's therapy might just save your relationship (i think its safe to say that this man is lowkey kinky af. lets be real. the dudes prob kinky.)

Sweet Home || @mangocustard16💕✅

↳ Mingyu returns home after a grueling practice to find you asleep on the couch, having waited for him despite his advice not to. He lifts you into his arms, shares a loving dinner, and the two of you cuddle in each other's embrace. (god soft mingyu is cute af. SOMEONE GET ME A MINGYU PLS)

To Be In Love || @daegutowns💕✅

↳ (a lil ol fic of oc's relationship with cheol. ngl oc is literally the mom of the group now. adopted 11 other children once they got with cheol. i love that for them)

Bloodily Safe || @starlightxsvt🔞💕✅💯

↳ you have a little secret. one you are desperately hiding. yet the boy you have a crush on has figured it out. now a game of cat and mouse has begun. how do you make it out alive? (oooh child. this one. had me questioning what the heck do i read on here, but then again, i fully enjoyed it LMAO)

Clingy || @facioleeknow💕💔✅

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Creep || @smileysuh🔞✅💯💯💯

↳ “If the roles were reversed - if you were a ghost bound to this apartment forever - you’re saying you wouldn’t watch me get naked every day?” He’s definitely got a point. As your eyes skim Mingyu's perfect form again, that tingle returns between your legs. There’s no reason for him to be as sexy as he is- murders aren’t the only shocking thing this man has under his belt and you can see that now. (ngl, i hope theres gonna be a second part just about how they would like overcome(????) the hardships(?????????) idk if those are the right words. but like how they would deal with one being a ghost and all that jazz. like down the line how will that work out. BUT other than that, i honestly love their fics to god.)

Driving Lessons For Dummies || @shuaflix🔞💕✅

↳ you've finally passed your written test and gotten your permit after six failed attempts. eager to get your license while attempting to avoid overpriced driving lessons, you enlist the help of kwon soonyoung, who only requires a STIIZY pod as payment. (lowkey got a fear of driving but thats something else LMAO. i respect all of the driving teachers, cause like they risking their life essentially, so i respect hoshi for risking his life with teaching the oc driving. goodluck to my future boo cause imma be the passenger princess in the relationship.)

In Between Notes || @som1ig💕💔✅

↳ after complaining for the hundredth time to your friends, you finally manage to take time to read a book unrelated to law studies. since you can’t borrow it, you decide to leave a note on the page where you left off with a comment. the next day, when you come back to reread it, you surprisingly find a note replacing yours. someone read the same book as you and answered you. then begin an epistolary exchange through notes and book, until it suddenly stops. and no, you won’t give up until you find who your correspondent was. (minghao is such a cutie, stop. connecting through notes through a book is adorable af. literally cinderella)

Love You Twice || @toruro🔞💕💔🔄

↳ in which your extremely hot and sexy one night stand turns out to be your son’s teacher. naturally, chaos ensues, but you might just find love as your life continues to take an unexpected turn. (teacher woo is satan. dont come for me but yall know this man probably has 0 patience. no scratch that, this man has too much patience. he will wait if he has to. step daddy woo. yes pls)

Accidentally Ditching You On your Bday || @hannieehaee💔✅

↳ (title says it all. i love how i can just put myself in the oc's shoes and FEEL THE EMOTIONS. when you arent in a relationship, you through yourself in the oc shoes and live through them. that being said, them boys who "accidentally" ditch you on your birthday can choke on a piece of rice. with love.)

Petite S/O Trying to Kiss Them || @seokminded💕✅💯

↳ (its the hhu again - im short, most us females are short so we can highly relate to this struggle. LMAO)

Playfully Dodging Their Kisses || @mangocustard16💕✅💯

↳ (its the hhu but, do you hear their pouts??? you can literally hear their pouts. each any every one of them i swear to god.)

Forgetting Your B-Day || @toruro💕💔✅

↳ (there isnt a summary but - 95 line forgetting your birthday. brb let me go quickly cry, as someone who doesnt really celebrate their birthday as like a big thing since we just aging, but this would hit me hard if i was in a relationship ngl.)

Do check out all of the other seventeen fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

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ruewrote · 4 months

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𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

PAIRING: drunk!warrengraham x gn!reader WARNINGS: none GENRE: fluff SONG INSPIRATION: can we dance by the vamps WORD COUNT: 639

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you wish you didn't have such a big soft spot for him.

this is how warren had you sat in your car outside of nathan prescott's house party, as soon as you heard his slurred speech over the phone you straightened up in your bed, pausing the show you had previously been watching.

the call didn't last long after you heard his initial question, to come and pick him up. with that you were already slipping out of your bed into your slippers, grabbing your keys as you headed for your car.

your thumbs tapped against your steering wheel to the quiet music that filled the car. waiting for warren's dumbass to get in so you could finally leave.

the whole front garden was littered with abandoned red solo cups, rubbing your clammy hands against your silk pyjamas not bothering to change before you left, it wasn't like you were getting out anyways.

finally, seeing him drunkenly stumble out of the front door before greeting other people, them giving him a firm slap on the back making him stumble forward with a laugh.

sighing in relief just knowing that he was okay made you feel better. as soon as he opened the door you could smell the stench of vodka, it getting stronger as he slipped into your passenger seat.

"heeeyyyy," reaching over the console and pulling you into a hug, your face pressed into his neck. even with the overwhelming smell of alcohol with you this close you could smell him.

"okay, okay let's get you home, loser." you announced as you went to move away, but his arms just tightened 'round your waist bringing himself even closer to you.

"nooo i'm so comfy here!" the small action making your cheeks feel hot.

"hm well that's too bad, i was gonna promise cuddles at the dorm when we get back, but i guess you don't want that. no?" you sighed dramatically.

you didn't think that someone could move as fast as he did until he jumped away from you, him accidentally bumping his head into the window making him whine and rub where he was hit.

"oh my god, let's get you back before you decide to find another way to accidentally injure yourself."

"one more step! yep. there you goo!" you whispered shout.

gently pushing warren onto his bed then going to grab him some water, "help i can't get my shoe off!" you hear him call from the other side of the room.

you rushed over to his side to help, not wanting to risk him waking up the remainder of people who were actually still in their dorms. placing the glass of water on his nightstand.

"you gotta be quiet, i'm not supposed to be in here remember dude!"

"don't call me dude," he pouted, as you finally got his shoe off his foot.

"sorry, bro." you laughed as he groaned.

his complaints soon quietened down once you crawled up his bed, sliding under the covers beside him.

"hi,"

"hi," you giggled at the look on his face, it being between looking tired and drunk.

"you're so pretty."

the three words replayed loudly in your mind, staying quiet trying to remind yourself that he's just under the influence. that he doesn't really mean it, but you couldn't quite believe that with the way he was looking at you right now.

hooded eyes, flushed cheeks, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip. a nervous habit you had picked up over the past couple of years.

when he received no response he looked down, but back up again when he felt you brush the hair that fell infront of his eyes out of the way.

"you're pretty too."

it didn't take the two of you long to fall asleep with you wrapped up in each others arms.

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Need | Din Djarin x Cobb Vanth

This blog is a 18+ space, Minors, do not engage. If you are under the age of 18 you are not welcome here. Please heed these warnings and the warnings put in place on each individual fic and chapter.

Warnings: Porn with Feelings; Porn With Plot; Anal Sex; Anal Fingering; Anal; Anal Play; Blow Jobs; Prostate Massage; Oral Sex; Lube; Cobb Vanth deserves his own warning; Din Djarin being an anxious idiots; Idiots in Love; Pet Names; mesh'la used liberally; uncut Cobb; Helmetless Din Djarin; the helmet doesn't stay on; set between s2-3; Yearning; Pining; a splash of angst.

Summary: Set post-S2 but pre-BOBF Din can't stop thinking about Cobb, it burns a hole in his chest brighter and hotter than a Supernova. He just needs a taste of intimacy, just a small taste. That'll be enough, right? My first proper M/M fic and I'm so nervous, I hope you enjoy it! Dedicated to my dude @immarocketman, I love you so much <3 Thank you @for-a-longlongtime and @angelofsmalldeath-codeine for beta'ing for me <3 Wordcount: 5.5k Read on AO3

Take it off, or I will.

The words had slipped out of the Mandalorian’s mouth without thought. But the way the marshal’s eyebrows twitched up, followed by the swipe of his tongue over his bottom lip made Din’s insides churn. He’d repeated them the night of the Krayt Dragon’s slaying, when Cobb was naked but for his briefs perched atop Din’s naked form as he lay back on Cobb’s bed. The helmet stayed on that night, but all Din could think about was doing the unthinkable.

He wanted to put his mouth on every inch of the marshal’s body, he wanted it more than anything in the galaxy.

~*~

It’s been over a year since the incident with the Krayt Dragon, and all Din can think about is Cobb. He’s alone in one of the bunks Peli keeps spare for him. His cock is achingly hard as he lays naked, sheets crumpled at the foot of the bed. Peli knows not to disturb him. Ever since he landed on Tatooine with Shand and Fett, he’s been in a slump. Without Grogu things have felt off, wrong, lonely.

Loneliness is not something Din is used to feeling, he hates it with a burning rage that violence can’t seem to quell. Loneliness is something Mandalorians of The Watch steel themselves against, it’s a distraction, a flaw. Wandering alone in the galaxy, providing for the Covert, taking on some of the most dangerous cretins in the universe. None of it leaves room for loneliness.

Loneliness gets you killed.

Take it off, or I will.

The words rattle around Din’s mind as he finally relents, his thick fingers wrapping around his length as he slowly jerks his cock. Cobb’s smug grin is burned behind his eyelids as his hand becomes slick with precome. He squeezes his shaft harder as he imagines Cobb’s lips wrapped around his cock instead of his hand.

He remembers the hot, wet, heat of Cobb’s mouth, the brush of his beard against Din’s thigh. He fixates on the memory of trying to pull out before he came.Cobb instead gripped his ass and held the heft of Din’s cock on his tongue as he erupted into the marshal’s mouth.

“Kriff,” Din hisses into the silence of his room.

His orgasm hits him like a blaster bolt, he comes with a strangled groan that echoes off the walls of the small guest room. His balls tighten and throb as he feels the spike of pleasure burst from his core and up his spine. His breath comes in jagged gasps as white splatters of come coat the dark curls at the base of his cock. His spend leaks down his length, pooling hot against his abdomen as the oppressive heat of Tatooine holds the moment in obscene stasis.

Din lies there for some time, letting the haze of post-orgasm euphoria roll through his body. He doesn’t know what he expected, but the loneliness persists. It gnaws at him as he tries to find the energy to get up and clean off.

~*~

Even in the low light of dusk, the buzz of the thoroughfare speaks to the change in the small town of Mos Pelgo as Din makes his way to the cantina. He slips in, making his way to the back of the bar. He doesn’t want to draw attention, but he needs to see him. Even if it’s just a glimpse. He tells himself that it’ll be enough. It’s a lie, but a convenient one.

It doesn’t take long for Cobb to saunter in, checking in with the bartender. It’s a brief conversation, punctuated with a nod in Din’s direction from the barkeep. Din’s blood runs hot then cold as Cobb makes his way to his table. He has a bottle of something golden in one hand and two short cups in the other.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Cobb says with a smirk as he stops just short of Din’s table, “This seat taken?”

Din grunts in assent, not finding the courage to speak as he nods to the chair on the other side of the table. He’s sweating through his flight suit, and it has nothing to do with the desert planet’s atmosphere. Din knows fear, he knows how to manage something as abstract a concept as fear. But what he feels right now is dread. Dread is a weight on his chest that anchors him in place, trapping him without a means to escape.

He should never have come.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t my favourite Mandalorian. How’ve you been?” Cobb asks as he eases himself down onto the seat opposite. He eyes Mando up and down as he notices the way Din shifts in his chair.

Cobb pours two measures of the spirit before raising his cup in toast. He expects Mando to decline, as always, but his eyes widen as he watches his friend lift the cup. In a slow, purposeful motion Mando pitches his head back in the gloom of the bar. His free hand shifts his helmet up and he brings the drink to his lips, tipping back the liquid in one swift flick of his wrist. In the low lighting Cobb can’t see anything but the act in itself unsettles the marshal.

“Been better,” Mando answers as he reseats his helmet, “You?”

“Things are fine here, thriving since you last visited, we’re working with the Tuskens more and more, it’s a mutually beneficial arrangement,” Cobb says with a guarded expression, he’s trying to figure out what’s eating at his sometimes-friend, sometimes-lover.

“Good,” Din nods, his visor flashing in the low light, “That’s good.”

“Want to tell me what’s on your mind?” Cobb presses as he pours another measure in both their glasses. Mando doesn’t drink this time, instead holding the small container between his thumb and forefinger.

“Nothing,” Din grunts before swirling the liquid around his glass, his helmet dipped low as he avoids the topic. They sit together in silence for some time, Din’s gaze is fixed on Cobb’s face.

He takes in the way Cobb’s beard is fuller than before. His forehead bears deeper lines, crow’s feet crease at the corners of his eyes. It’s been just over a standard year, but the harsh binary suns of Tatooine have taken their toll. However, Cobb’s eyes are brighter than ever, his swirling light brown irises still sparkle with the fire of arrogance but hold a softer glow. Contentment, a wealth that cannot be measured in credits, but in fulfilment.

“As riveting as this is,” Cobb sighs as he stands up, “I’m going to head home, it’s nice to see you Mando, bottles on me.”

“Wait,” Din grabs Cobb’s wrist with lightning speed, his thick gloved fingers firm on the other man’s arm.

“You ready to tell me why you’re really here?” Cobb’s eyes sparkle with challenge, he knows why, he just wants Din to admit it.

“I came to see you,” Din says softly, his voice only just picking up on the vocoder in his helmet, “I missed you.”

“You missed me?” Cobb purrs and Mando’s stomach twists as he feels something like shame flood his system.

“Forget it,” Din snaps as he pulls his hand away, already on his feet, “Enjoy your evening, marshal.”

But Cobb squares up to him, blocking his path out of the cantina, he pushes him back against the wall. Din’s breath hitches in his throat as he watches Cobb’s broad hand flatten against his chest plate. Din’s hands hang limply at his sides as he finds himself startled for the first time in a very long time.

“You missed me, Mando?” Cobb’s voice drops a register as he repeats his question, a sly smile twitching at the corner of his full lips.

“Yes,” Din breathes as he watches Cobb’s eyes drift down to the growing bulge in Din’s flight suit. He can’t help but hold his breath as the other man steps closer, his lips but a hair’s breadth away from the Mandalorian’s helmet.

“Didn’t think you were allowed to miss people like me, Mando,” Cobb says as he looks up into the inky blackness of Din’s visor, “Does it help to know I missed you too?”

Din’s jaw goes slack as he feels the tight knot of negative emotions in his chest unravels. It’s like he’s broken free of a garotte, he feels lightheaded, dizzy, and so very aware of how close Cobb is to him now.

“Cobb,” Din says softly as he scans the room, conscious of any prying eyes to what has turned into such an intimate moment.

“Come home with me,” Cobb says softly as he steps back, giving the Mandalorian some space, “Unless you think you can’t live up to last time.”

“Are you sure?” Din asks as he practically vibrates as he holds himself back. His fingertips itch with the need to touch Cobb’s bare skin again.

“Never been surer of anythin’ in my life, now come on, we’ve got lost time to make up for.”

The pair exit the cantina together, close enough that their fingertips brush as they walk. Pinky fingers touching every few steps. It’s like a silent exchange of intent, flirting wordlessly as electricity sparks between them with every caress of bare skin against textured leather.

Din angles his helmet subtly, letting himself drink in the slight form of the marshal. Cobb unknowingly mirrors the action and his lips curve into a wide smile as he catches the Mandalorian checking him out. Neither say a word until the door to Cobb’s home hisses shut behind them.

There’s a shift in the air between them as Cobb brushes past Din, his hips swaying as he enters the central room in the small hut. Din watches him go, salivating at the deliberate change in the marshal’s gait. His dick strains against the tight flight suit as he tries to control himself. He doesn’t want to spoil this, not with eagerness, not with mindless pleasure.

He wants to do this right.

“Do you want a drink?” Cobb calls over his shoulder as he reaches the far side of the room, reaching up to grab earthenware cups from a high shelf. Din treads lightly as he comes up behind Cobb, his Beskar barely making a sound as he moves. There’s a thrill in this, moving soundlessly in Beskar is no easy feat, it’s something usually reserved for quarry.

“No,” Din says softly as Cobb yelps, Din’s firm hands find purchase on Cobb’s hips.

“I see, right down to business, never struck me as the desperate type Mando,” Cobb laughs but Din growls in response as he grinds his clothed cock against Cobb’s ass, pinning him to the counter.

“I don’t want a drink,” he rumbles as one hand snakes up to grip Cobb’s neck from the front, thick fingers framing Cobb’s jaw, pulling him back against Din’s armoured form, “I want to taste you.”

“I like this side of you, Mando, so bold,” Cobb purrs as he abandons his quest for mugs, he turns in Din’s grip, “How do you propose going about tasting me?” He asks as he leans forward, Din’s thick fingers are still wrapped around Cobb’s neck and the marshal leans into the pressure as he rests his forehead against the cool Beskar of Din’s helmet.

“Going to put my mouth here,” Din glides his hand up over Cobb’s jaw, gloved thumb brushing over his lower lip, “and here,” he trails his fingertip back down his chin, lower, lingering over Cobb’s sternum, “and here,” Din growls and his cock aches at the intake of breath from the marshal.

“Wish I could see you,” Cobb breathes, and he flinches, the words are out of his mouth before he can stop them. Cobb is about to say something, anything to walk back from his slip up. Din smirks beneath his helmet, it’s a twisted grimace turned smile as he realises there’s no point holding back any longer.

“Take it off,” Din commands as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of Cobb’s pants, “Take it off, or I will.”

“Mando, what are you-?”

“Take it off, or I will.”

There’s a charged silence as Cobb tries to move, his body is frozen in place as he fights against the voice in the back of his mind. He knows this is forbidden, he knows it’s a big kriffing deal, but that makes it all the more enticing. His dick twitches in anticipation.

“Are you sure?” Cobb’s breathing hitches as Din’s free hand cups his face, gloved thumb rubbing through his thick, silvered beard.

“Please.”

It’s a plea brimming with desperation, filled with an unspoken need. It’s exactly what Cobb needs to hear.

“Seein’ as you asked so nice,” Cobb smirks with bared teeth and Din’s stomach twists as he feels the flutter of anxiety gnaw at him. He drops his hand from Cobb’s face, both hands move to Cobb’s waist and Din holds himself steady.

Cobb brings both hands up to cup the concave cheeks of Din’s helmet, fingers splayed across the angular Beskar as he holds the object of Din’s Creed in the palms of his hands.

“Close your eyes,” Cobb says softly as he presses his forehead to the Beskar in front of him, “Trust me.”

Din does as instructed, his eyes clamp shut as he tightens his grip on Cobb’s waist. The hiss-click of his helmet depressurising has him shuddering, there’s no going back now.

“Keep ‘em shut,” Cobb coos as Din feels the helmet lift away, the thick, humid air of the evening hitting his skin like a smothering blanket. He gasps as he forces his eyes to stay closed. Tension twists through his whole body as he hears his helmet being set down somewhere to his right.

“You’re beautiful, Mando,” Cobb’s voice is breathless, awestruck and filled with deep reverence that makes Din’s lips part in desire.

“Kiss me,” Din commands and he cringes as he hears Cobb chuckle.

“So needy,” Cobb whispers as he places his hands on Din’s face, just like on his helmet, he spreads his fingertips under Din’s jaw, thumbs pressed into his cheekbones as he takes him in. He studies the neatly trimmed facial hair, with clear patches where it refuses to grow. He salivates at Din’s plush lips, plump and so full. His eyes are still closed, his brow furrowed, and Cobb wants nothing more than to see those eyes open.

“Cobb, please-,”

Din groans as Cobb’s lips brush over his own. Cobb smiles at the guttural sound as he takes Din’s top lip between his own, pulling on it lightly before bumping his nose against the strong plane of the Mandalorian’s own. He releases his lip gently, their short breaths mingling in the space between them as both men pant from the brief exchange.

“Wanted to do that since the moment I saw you, Mando,” Cobb whispers, lips brushing over one another once more as he speaks, “Didn’t care what you looked like under here, just knew I needed this.”

Din’s grip is unwavering on Cobb’s pants as he leans forward and presses their foreheads together. Slowly, Din opens his eyes and groans as he sees Cobb’s flush cheeks, plump lips, and striking brown eyes for the first time without a helmet on.

“Stars, you’re gorgeous,” Din growls as he leans back, looking up into the marshal’s hooded eyes. There’s a moment of charged silence where neither is sure who will make the next move.

“You sure this is ok?” Cobb asks as he looks down, abashed at finally being shown Din’s face. It’s Din’s turn to cup the other man’s face.

“I wouldn’t have come if I wasn’t sure,” he promises as he tilts the marshal’s head up to look at him once more, “I’ll explain everything later, but for now?” Din asks as he presses his lips to the corner of Cobb’s mouth, lips brushing his silvered moustache as he speaks, “Let me taste you, all of you.”

It’s Cobb’s turn to moan as he turns his head to kiss Din once more. This time there’s an urgent hunger to it, their lips crash together, mouths ceding to tongues as they waste no time in consuming each other. Din’s tongue dips into Cobb’s mouth as he backs him towards the bedroom. His hands are on the marshal’s shirt, pulling at it with thick, eager fingers.

The back of Cobb’s knees hit the bed and he flops backwards, pulling the Beskar-clad man down on top of him. Din plants his hands either side of Cobb’s head as he lands, softening the blow of his heavy, armoured form from crushing the marshal.

“That was reckless,” Din growls, but his face is alight with desire as he sees his lover’s face flushed and needy beneath him.

“You make me reckless,” Cobb responds with a wink and Din fists the bedsheets with both hands as he drops his head low, nudging the other man’s head to the side with his nose. His lips brush against the thatch of silver hair that lines Cobb’s jaw, and Din smiles in triumph as the marshal arches up against him.

“I want you to strip for me, can you do that?” Din whispers as he grinds his cock down onto the other man’s equally hard bulge. The friction from Cobb’s pants and Din’s flight suit makes both men groan, Din’s breathy and desperate, Cobb’s low and thick with desire.

“Sure thing, handsome,” Cobb groans as he watches the Mandalorian retreat a few steps, hands already making quick work of his armour as his dark brown eyes never leave the marshal’s. Cobb kneels on the bed, removing the stained red bandana from his neck as Din drops his cape. The pair can’t stop smiling as they undress.

Cobb removes his overshirt, off comes Din’s pauldrons, his chest plate. Cobb kicks off his boots and Din’s vambraces are placed in a pile of ever-growing Beskar. Belts come off in unison and the rumbling chuckle around the small room is infectious.

“This is a lot slower than last time, Mando,” Cobb quips as he works at his pants, shoving them down as Din removes the last piece of his armour. He sets the boots to the side, clad only in his dark flight suit now.

“Please, Cobb,” Din says as he unzips the top half of the suit, “Call me Din.”

“Din,” Cobb says as he kicks off his pants, discarding them as he sits in just his tight black briefs, “I like it, punchy.”

Din shakes his head, his cheeks burning from how hard he’s smiling at the flirtatious man before him.

“Did you talk this much last time?” Din growls affectionately as he shrugs off the top half of his suit, baring his tan skin, adorned with tattoos that range from dark inky blue to luminous icy tones. Cobb licks his lips as he maps the inked, scarred, tapestry before him.

“Last time I didn’t get much time to talk, I recall my mouth was otherwise occupied,” Cobb flutters his eyelashes playfully up and Din and the Mandalorian shakes his head in disbelief.

“Well, that won’t be a problem this time,” Din says with a wolfish grin as he strips the last half of his flight suit off, “On your back, briefs down marshal.”

“So bossy, where’s the romance, the wooing Mando?”

“Din,” he corrects Cobb as he frees his cock from his briefs, kicking them off with the flight suit, “And if you wanted to be wooed, you wouldn’t have let me fuck your pretty little mouth so easily last time.”

“You’ve got me there,” Cobb says as his cheeks flush bright red before he pulls his briefs down. Din groans, palming his cock as he strides over to the bed. Cobb leans forward, eager to touch Din again but he’s reprimanded with a gentle shove to the sternum and a tsk from Din.

“On your back, mesh’la,” he says as he gets on his knees in front of Cobb, “Let me return the favour.”

Cobb does as he’s told, but he props himself up on his elbows, he doesn’t want to miss a single second of Din’s handsome face now he’s had a glimpse. Din parts his lover’s legs slowly, palms flat, fingers digging into the firmness of his muscular thighs. He places soft kisses to the inside of Cobb’s left knee, chaste, teasing brushes of his plush lips and stubble that make Cobb tremble beneath him. There’s a soft tang of sweat on Din’s lips as he makes his way up the inside of Cobb’s thigh, he laves soft swirls of his tongue over his lover’s skin as he makes his way up to the apex of Cobb’s thighs.

“Such a gorgeous cock,” Din mutters, almost to himself as he settles his torso between Cobb’s legs, keeping him open wide. His one hand cups Cobb’s balls, the other wraps gently around the base of his dick. Din’s own cock throbs at the way precome beads pearlescent at the tip as he pulls Cobb’s foreskin back a little to reveal the ruddy head.

Din eases his lips around Cobb’s cock, flattening his tongue as he hollows his cheeks to accommodate the marshal’s length. The bitter, musky taste of precome coats Din’s mouth as he groans around the thick weight of Cobb’s cock in his mouth. He eases himself down to the base, the telltale tightness in his throat from the panicked thrill of being so full, so close to gagging, has Din leaking over his own shaft.

“Kriff,” Cobb lets out a soft, breathy cry as Din worships him.

Din eases back as he runs the tip of his tongue over the ruddy head, suckling gently as Cobb shudders and whines beneath him.

“I could listen to you all night, mesh’la,” Din hums softly as he runs his tongue down the underside of Cobb’s shaft.

“Din, please,” Cobb whines as Din slots his mouth over one of his lover’s balls, rolling his tongue over it as he hums.

“Said I wanted to taste you,” Din says as he dips his tongue lower, his palms pushing on the backs of Cobb’s thighs as he angles his ass off the bed, “I’m taking my time.”

“Patience isn’t one of my virtues, Din,” Cobb says, voice light and breathy.

“Hmmm, then what do you want from me?” Din asks, hoping beyond hope it’s what he’s been thinking about since he fucked his fist only last night.

“I want you to fuck me,” Cobb says through gritted teeth as Din dips his head lower, his hot tongue inching lower to Cobb’s taint, teasing just shy of his asshole.

“Kriff,” Din groans against the soft weight of Cobb’s balls, “You want me to fuck this tight hole with my cock, marshal?”

Din brings his middle finger to his mouth, soaking it with his saliva before he slides his hand underneath Cobb. He teases his slick finger over Cobb’s exposed asshole as his balls reast heavy in Din’s palm. Cobb groans and bucks his hips up at the sensation, a soft series of pants follow as Din presses the pad of his fingertip to the puckered ring. Din licks a slow stripe up Cobb’s shaft before flicking his tongue against the head of Cobb’s cock.

“Quit with the teasing,” Cobb hisses as Din refuses to breach his hole, the wet heat of the Mandalorian’s mouth on his tip only drives the pitch of his voice higher.

“Not doing this without lube. You do have lube, right?”

“I’m not some inexperienced pup,” Cobb huffs indignantly as Din looks up at him from between his knees. The Mandalorian’s dark eyes are addled with lust as he wraps his lips around Cobb’s cock before sinking down to the base, “It’s in my nightstand,” Cobb’s head falls back at the way Din sucks his cock, mouth tight and tongue unrelenting as it massages the underside of his shaft.

Din bobs his head up and down torturously slow as he savours the weight of the cock in his mouth. He finally releases it with a wet pop before sitting back on his heels, watching how the strong man before him twitches and pants for him. He knows Cobb is close, and as much as he wants to know what it’s like to have the marshal finish inside his mouth, he has other plans.

“On all fours, facing the headboard.”

The command is curt and without fanfare, Din’s own restraint is running thin. He wants to bury himself inside Cobb, carve a space out inside the other man that no-one else can fill. He wants to lay claim to his body and soul, the way Cobb – knowingly or not – has already claimed his own.

Cobb watches Din over his shoulder as he makes his way to the nightstand. Din rifles through the drawers to find an assortment of plugs and dildos nestled amongst different containers of lube. One large black dildo catches Din’s eye, and he relishes in the challenge of meeting the marshal’s expectations.

“Adventurous,” Din says absently as he looks over his shoulder to see Cobb grinning wolfishly at him.

“This isn’t my first rodeo, handsome.”

The pet name stirs something in Din’s lower belly, a tight twist of desire that has his balls throbbing and his dick twitching. He says nothing, grabbing the open container of lube from the drawer before squirting a few pumps into his hand.

Din glides the liquid over his cock and shudders at the way it feels. It’s wet, sensual, filled with promise as he kneels on the bed behind Cobb. He bites his lip as he runs his free hand over the swell of Cobb’s ass, cupping and kneading the firm skin. His fingertips brush over Cobb’s asshole and Din can’t help but smirk at the way his lover’s body reacts.

Din squirts some lube onto his fingers, making sure some of the liquid drips over the puckered hole before easing his middle finger inside Cobb. The lube lets Din slide in with little resistance, the tight heat of Cobb’s asshole is divine as Din gently feels for his prostate.

“Dank Farrik!” Cobb cries out, his body stutters and Din wraps a supportive arm around his waist, holding him up as he nips at the curve of Cobb’s ass.

“There it is,” Din purrs as he varies the pressure on Cobb’s prostate, “Want me to fuck you here, nice and deep?”

“Din, please, I’m so close, please just fuck me,” the marshal begs and Din smiles as he feels heat stirring at the base of his cock, he knows he’s going to blow his load in seconds the moment he’s inside Cobb.

“Alright,” Din growls as he eases his finger out, “Tell me if it’s too much, ok? Didn’t give me much time to work you open,” Din says, without a trace of humour in his voice as he squirts some fresh lube over Cobb’s needy little hole. It gapes ever so slightly from Din’s thick finger and the sight makes Din squeeze the base of his cock to try and calm down.

“I’m a big boy, Din, I can handle-,” Cobb starts but a deep snarl catches in his throat as Din lines up the tip of his cock at Cobb’s tight hole before he can finish his sentence.

“Relax, mesh’la,” Din says softly as he grips Cobb’s hips lightly, his thumbs soothe over his lover’s skin as he holds him steady, “I’m going to take care of you, ok?”

Cobb’s face is pressed into the bed now, his arms giving out on him as Din eases the tip inside him. He still manages to convey a muffled “Mhm!”.

“Kriff,” Din groans as he lets the lube do the work, he eases into Cobb at a painfully slow pace, but Din promised Cobb – and himself – he wouldn’t rush this.

Cobb writhes as Din presses deeper, his skin slick and his whole body consumed by the feeling of being split open. It doesn’t take long before din is fully sheathed inside Cobb, his brow furrowed and his mouth agape as he feels the way Cobb’s walls clamp around his cock. It’s heaven to be buried so deep, to be so close to his lover, but it’s not enough.

“Din,” Cobb tilts his head to the side, cheek pressed into the mattress as he looks sideways at the Mandalorian, “You’re gonna have to move, I’m desperate here.”

“I can’t say no to that,” Din grunts as he slowly eases back out, the tightness of Cobb’s ass is like a vice. It makes Din feel lightheaded as he starts to ease back in, the tightness is blinding as he fills Cobb over and over.

Din rolls his hips forward with every thrust into Cobb’s tight ass, grinding against his prostate as he drops a hand to fist Cobb’s cock. There’s no more burn or stretch for Cobb, the only thing he feels is the tightness in his balls as he feels the sudden rush of his orgasm approaching. The slow, firm pumps of his cock driving him to the edge as he feels so utterly consumed by Din.

“Din,” Cobb mewls as the sound of skin slapping skin fills the air.

“I’ve got you,” Din breathes as he leans back on his thighs, pulling the marshal back against his chest, cock buried deep inside him as he changes the angle, “Come for me, mesh’la, let me see you come undone,” he presses his nose into the sensitive skin behind Cobb’s ear as he pants against his jaw from behind.

“Maker,” Cobb groans as he leans back on Din, he’s so full.

Cobb feels his dick twitch as Din’s cock fucks up into him, nudging his prostate with every upwards snap of the Mandalorian’s hips. Cobb comes with a cry as Din thumbs the head of his cock while rolling his hips up, grinding up into his ass. Hot spurts of come explode from Cobb’s cock, covering his abdomen, coating Din’s fingers as he shudders through overstimulated aftershocks as Din picks up the pace.

“There you go,” Din snarls as he takes the marshal’s lobe between his teeth, nipping at the skin as he feels the coil of pressure in his abdomen snap. He falls forward, pushing Cobb back down on all fours as he fucks down into Cobb’s ass with fervour. He manages another few hurried, stuttered thrusts before he’s coming hard.

His vision blurs at the edges as he empties himself inside Cobb’s ass. He lets out a soft groan as his fingertips dig into Cobb’s hips. He stills finally as he rests his forehead between Cobb’s shoulder blades.

Din’s thighs are weak, and his grip is slipping as the only sound in the small bedroom is the heavy panting coming from both men as they come down from their high. Din eases out of Cobb slowly, making sure not to pull out too quickly. Din’s breath hitches at the sight of his come leaking out of Cobb’s tight asshole. The viscous, pearly spend dribbles down the marshal’s balls, Din has to fight the urge to lean down and lap it up.

“Come on,” Din wheezes as he struggles to keep the marshal from falling into the come soaked sheets, “’Fresher.”

“Yessir,” Cobb slurs happily as he lets Din manhandle him upright.

“How was that for you?” Din asks with worry tinging his voice as he regains clarity, concerned he had gone too hard.

“You kidding?” Cobb laughs, his voice sounding less floaty by the minute, “That was the best fuck I’ve ever had Mand- Din,” He corrects himself as he stumbles over to the toilet to relief himself. He flops down onto the toilet seat and grins up at Din. Din feels like the sound of Cobb relieving himself should make him feel bashful, but there’s something oddly comforting about it. It feels domestic and familiar, like they’ve done it a thousand times before.

“I’m glad,” Din says, still in awe at the sight of Cobb’s face, he reaches out and cups his lover’s cheek gently, “Thank you.”

“Thank me?” Cobb scoffs as he stands, cupping Din’s jaw in a perfect mirror as he really looks at him “Thank you,” Cobb says softly as he presses his forehead to Din’s, “Thank you for coming back.”

Din pauses, unsure what to say as emotion overwhelms him, tears pool in the corners of his eyes as he leans forward to kiss Cobb. It’s a slow, gentle series of lips sliding over one another, with no intended goal, no meaning or fanfare.

A stolen moment, an unspoken admission, a silent promise.

“Now clean up and get your ass to bed,” Cobb murmurs against Din’s lips, “I’m beat.”

Din laughs as Cobb grabs his ass affectionately before slipping out of the Refresher.

The Mandalorian crawls into bed minutes later, nestling into Cobb’s side as he loops a strong thigh over the other man’s waist.

“Promise not to wait so long next time?” Cobb asks, already falling asleep, his lips pressed to the crown of Din’s head as he speaks.

“Promise.”

Din lets his eyes fall shut as he finally feels the knot in his chest unravel, leaving only one thought in his mind.

Home.

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An eye-opening scenery opposite of once you closed them welcomed your weary eyes. The sun-kissed your chubby cheeks-Your..in a field...Again, your modesty was at stake this time around the bend.

The nightgown felt like a second layer of skin...clingy onto every curve on your body. You covered yourself from the chilling breeze.

Where's the solder? He didn't do this...Did he? But I would notice him carrying me.

Between the pervious nightmare and now, This place is heaven on earth-soft vibrate flowery fields was a sight for sore eyes. Yet, We all know since can change in a *Snap* especially in a dream.

"Are you alright?" This man was also dressed in military training attire. If his muscles and tattoos weren't intimidating enough then his piercings may do the trick...but he did had a charm to him. "Are you bleeding anywhere?" The soldier nonconsensually examined your bare legs something you didn't mind..honestly.

Only thing you could do was watch. You found yourself speechless over your new dreamland hunk much like Chu Buyeon. However Instead of long black hair, this guy's cut was short like the male leads in ceo themed K-dramas, his eyes were round and child-like, and his smile-

"Miss?" You appeared in a dazed state to the soldier. "Miss, I'm gonna take you with me for safety and medical treatment..."He attempted explained through your daydreaming.

As his large body crouch in closer, You sat still for the soldier as he carried you respectfully. He kept you close to his heart leaving you the perfect opportunity to read his name tag. Jeon.

About halfway through the journey you discovered a horrifying restriction in this dream, You weren't able to utter a word. You attempted to greet the soldier yet he didn't answer. He can't hear you.

"I'm sorry if I'm scaring you.." His voice was comforting. " I just wanted to get you into a safer place..not near the training grounds...it's not safe for citizens."

The soldier's handling of you resembles how a person treats glass.

Along the way, You can't help but notice his beautiful facial features. His brown eyes go deeper than you imagined, there's a cute mole under his bottom lip, a big cute nose, bunny teeth ♡ and chubby cheeks.

There's no way he's a soldier. You though throught the shock.

Before you could consent, you were in the arms of another man this soldier was bashful but crazy strong much like the bunny one. Woo read the patch on his chest. Woo's eyes widen at Jeon " Dude!" He was frantic. Women are strictly not allowed on base and for a good reason-the men. Woo restricted the entrances and blocked the windows. "What the hell?! Are you crazy or do you just have a death wise!?"

Woo kept his volume low ensuring he doesn't surprise you with his harsh tone to his comrade.

" I found her laying in the training fields. What else was I suppose to do, Do Hwan?.." Jeon took pride in lending you his aid regardless of the trouble that comes with you but it's not your fault in his eyes, you're a lost bunny (ironically). " If you were in my shoes you would have done the same thing." He stressed.

Woo could only sigh. "I'm sorry..I'm sorry.." He backed off - "It's just a really what the hell moment, right now."

" How do you think I feel? " Jeon added his horrifying experience. "I was scared shitless fucking running with her WITHOUT anyone seeing her." He reeks of fear.

Surprise! It's a Teaser! I'm sorry but it's more of a tester than Teaser. I'm getting writers block for this story but I love it so much. Please tell me if you like it.

#jjk fanfic #bts smut #bts x chubby reader #chubby reader #yandere jungkook x reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook x chubby reader #jjk x chubby reader #jjk x reader

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hearts4golbach · 2 months

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The Night Shift.

Chapter 10.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

30 minutes until midnight. my heart raced, thinking about kissing johnnie. I'm sure he just wants to kiss in a platonic way. friends kiss, right?

we were all crowded around in the kitchen, eating all the snacks I had. I had taken a couple more shots to give myself the courage to not let this plan fall through.

"you ready, y/n?" Tara whispers. "I told you, I got your back. the fact that he agreed is proof you two have a chance."

"he seemed against it, tar." I shrugged, drinking my coke.

"trust the process."

"so, you and Jake are going to kiss at midnight?" I laughed, wanting to change the subject.

"uhm, yeah, sure." she smiled deviously.

"are you okay?" I asked, concerned.

"mhm!"

"okay." I laughed and walked over to johnnie. "you feeling okay? you drank a lot."

he quickly nodded. "I feel fine, I guess. I've been drinking water." he had a goofy smile on his face.

"that's good." I laughed. I looked around the room at the group of people. I've known them for less than a month, but we were all so close, and I was about to have my first kiss.

"bitches and hoes, we have a minute til new years." Jake called from the living room.

I chewed on my bottom lip. we all gathered in the living room. I poured myself one more drink and quickly downed it.

"you sure this is okay?" johnnie asked while Tara and Jake weren't paying attention.

"absolutely." I smiled. "don't worry about it."

"good." he muttered.

the timer on the live news channel started to count down from 10. Tara and Jake counted down with it while I stared into Johnnie's eyes. it wasn't awkward as he looked back into mine.

on 3, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. I felt my heart skip a beat as my mind raced, I had no idea how to kiss. I moved my arms up and rested them around the back of his neck. I moved a strand of hair stuck in his piercing away from his lips.

when the timer hit one, johnnie smashed his lips against mine. I melted into him, following his lead.

I moved my hands to his cheeks as we held the kiss. I glanced at Tara and Jake. they stood there giggling. I pulled away from johnnie, "oh my god. you guys are little fucking liars!"

johnnie had a dissapointed look on his face. "y-yeah! what the fuck, dude?" he pushed Jake.

we turned on legally blonde as we all collapsed onto the couch. I sat in between johnnie and Tara.

she leaned over and whispered in my ear. "that was way too passionate for there to be nothing behind that. did you see how dissapointed he looked when you pulled away?"

I nodded. "I don't want to get my hopes up."

"I can tell he feels something, y/n." she smiled. "johnnie doesn't just go around kissing his friends. he's been pretty up tight for a couple years."

"I guess we'll see." I gave her a weak smile and turned my attention back to the movie.

about an hour later, everyone was asleep except for me ans johnnie. I looked at him. "I'm ready to go to bed, honestly."

"yeah," he stretched. "me too."

"you can take my bed, I'll sleep on the floor. you can't say no, because that's how it was at your house." I smiled and got up.

he rolled his eyes but ended up giving in. he followed me to my room, stumbling over his own feet.

"damn," I giggled. "you're a lightweight."

he cleared his throat. "I know." he paused. "I used to drink a lot."

"why?" I grabbed a couple extra blankets from the hallway before walking into my room.

he seemed hesitant to answer the question.

"you don't have to tell me if you're not comfortable."

"I guess I was just super depressed back in like, 2019." he shrugged, sitting on my bed.

"I guess that makes sense. are you better now?" I looked up at him. he was looking down at me already.

his expression softened. "yeah." he seemed to be unsure of what he was about to say. "ever since I met you."

my heart fluttered. "i- I don't know what to say." I admitted. "but you make my life a hell of a lot better, too."

he smiled with his teeth. "I'm glad the feeling is mutual."

and I wished a lot of feelings were mutual, but I was terrified to ask. I nodded and flashed him a smile back. we both laid down and got comfortable.

"y/n, we've already shared a bed. just get up here." Johnnie's sleepy voice broke the silence.

I quickly got up and crawled in bed next to him. "you sound like me."

he laughed and closed his eyes. hid arms snaked around me, pulling me closer. I giggled and did the same, resting my head on his chest.

his hands ventured up the back of my shirt as he gently rubbed my back. he ran his hands over my bra, giving me chills. I scooted closer to him, intertwining my leg with his. I quickly fell asleep as he continued to run his hand over my back soothingly.

#fanfiction #fanfic #jake and johnnie #johnnie guilbert x you #johnnie guilbert x reader #johnnie guilbert #jake webber #tara yummy #cafe aesthetic #cafe #the night shift #friends to lovers

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jack-the-lamplighter · 6 months

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I recently discovered an old beetlejuice au of mine and bc i'm kinda bored i'm gonna explain it here :>

(^ my friend made this for me cuz i couldn't draw for shit back then but these are the old design. I dunno if i should change them or keep them this way so y'all can decide)

The au starts with a bored reader that who decides to summon their friend Beetlejuice (Alex) but instead of just him showing up 2 others that look just like him but slightly different appear too. The other two explain that they come from another universe and aren't supposed to be there. Reader helps them find a way back to their old universe. Because it's so confusing for all of you that they're all called beetlejuice you give them the names Justin, Will and Alex. As the story progresses reader develops a crush on all of them but doesn't tell them untill Will and Justin find a way back. When reader told them they confessed that they all felt the same way. Both of them decide to stay for a little longer before finally returning to their own universes. They do visit you and Alex often tho

Characters:

Will

He might be tired 24/7 but that doesn't mean he can't cause trouble. He is the tamest one of the three tho. Switch but bottom most of the time. The second tallest off all of you, he's about 6ft :3 Often picks either you or Alex up to cuddle with. He doesn't do it with Justin cuz when he tried Justin freaked out and bitch slapped him across the face.

Alex

This motherfucker never sleeps. The chaotic gremlin of the bunch. Justin constantly teases him because he's so short (5ft 7 inches) will absolutely adores the fact that he's so small tho. Defenetly a top but wouldn't mind being bottom. He's clingy as fuck and loves it when Will picks him up. He either hangs on the side of the bed or lays on top of one of you if he does sleep (so not often)

Justin

The only one Reader trusts to use a stove. This guy is tall as hell about 6'4. Switch but tops alot. Always reminds everyone of the stuff they need to do. Him and Alex always prank everyone that steps foot in the house. Wine aunt vibes at first but turns out to be more of a cool older cousin. Know all the drama around everyone. I mean this guy lives for drama me too dude

Reader

Is like a babysitter to them. They love them but for the love of god give this dude a break. Second shortest coming in at about 5'10. Preffers being a bottom but love seeing Alex and Will melt under them. Talks about how much they love Alex, Will and Justin but that they're so exausting sometimes to Lydia and the Maitlands. Touch starved me too

That's all for now ^w^ i think i might write a short fic on this au

#justin collette #justinjuice #alex brightman #brightjuice #will blum #blumjuice #beetleblum #beetlejuice au #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice x reader #beetlejuice x gn!reader #beetlejuice x m!reader #beetlejuice x male reader #beetlejuice x gender neutral reader

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hirokari · 1 year

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of amphibians and nicknames.

p: slytherin!jaemin x hufflepuff!reader (gender neutral) | wc: 0.6k | g: hogwarts!au, sliiightly hurt/comfort, fluff, established relationship | a/n: !!! im so soft at the idea of slythering jaemin hehehe | taglist: @soobin-chois

"Na Jaemin,"

The boy can't help but let a small smile grow on his lips at the sound of your voice saying his name. Abandoning his divinations textbook, he turns around and his chest swells at the sight of you stalking towards him, though the expression you give him tells him he should feel otherwise.

"It was you, wasn't it?"

"Hello to you too," He quips back, hand reaching out to tug on your silk robe, admiring the reflecting yellow adorning your uniform. You ignore the slightly intimate action, adjusting your hold on your denim satchel filled with your textbooks.

"Hi," You sigh, giving into his antics. "Be honest with me, Jaem,"

Ah, that name you've given him, the name only you call him by and no one else. He can't help but gush at the fact that only you could call him that.

"did you turn Jung Pyeong into a salamander?"

"You look really pretty right now," Says Jaemin, averting the topic to you as he brushes the tip of his finger against your nose. You frown, nose scrunching when you move away, "Stop changing the subject."

Nodding, the slytherin sighs, rolling his eyes, "Okay, fine, yes, I did turn Jung Pyeong into a salamander. What else was I supposed to do?"

"Not turn him into a salamander?"

"Would you have preferred a frog?"

"Don't turn him into an amphibian, Jaemin," You upbraid, pinching the bridge of your nose. He raises his brows, "I knew mammal would have sufficed."

"No," You sigh as you set your satchel down to land a firm smack on the boy's arm. "Don't turn him into anything. Leave the poor dude alone,"

"What, and let him talk about you like that? Let him call you stuck-up, snobby-- he called you a mudblo-"

"He wasn't the only one," You mention, regarding to when you'd first met Jaemin. Having found out you were muggle-born, third-year him didn't seem to like that fact and started calling you names. You elected to be mature and have a civil conversation with him instead, and when he insulted you more, you settled for a good punch to his face.

And he supposes he fell for you... quite literally. Bottom first to the ground, but he'd still had never act like that towards him-- let alone a hufflepuff.

Jaemin winces at the memory, bottom lip jutting out as he meets eyes with you, a guilty glint in them, "C'mon, love, you know I'm sorry about that. I'm not going to let some asshole call you it, either."

Letting out a long breath, you look up at him, blowing against his face. Jaemin doesn't mind you, in fact you think he relishes the feeling as he closes his eyes. Arms wrapping around you, Jaemin keeps his hands at your side, "What can I do to make it up to you, then?"

"Apologize."

"I'm sorry."

"Not to me, doofus," You chuckle, patting his chest. Jaemin makes a sour face, "You want me to apologize to him?" You hum in responses, nodding. He pauses, eyes squinted in contemplation as he watches you shake your head up and down, at some point following you.

"...No..." He drags out, still nodding. "Yes," You insist, nodding along.

Deciding he can't resist your persuasive charm (all you did was give him a pleading smile), Jaemin caves in and groans, "Fine, you win. I'll apologize in like, a week."

"Good enough." You sing, giving your boyfriend a toothy grin. Seeing as its contagious, Jaemin breaks out in a grin as well, tucking his divinations textbook into your satchel and swinging it over his shoulder, his free arm wrapping around your waist as you both walk down the void hallway.

"Actually," You say. "If you'd have turned him into an axolotl, I think I would have kept him in a tank in my dorm."

"An axolotl next time, then,"

"Not what I meant, Jaem."

#nct #nct dream #nct dream imagines #nct dream drabbles #nct dream fluff #nct dream scenarios #nct imagines #nct drabbles #nct fluff #nct scenarios #na jaemin #na jaemin x reader #na jaemin imagines #na jaemin fluff #na jaemin scenarios #na jaemin drabbles #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #♪ mari writes!

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andysorbit · 1 year

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bestieee plsss, can u write a drabble on possessive yuta plsss i beggg

This is Major Tom to Ground Control. I’ve been in Johnny space for? 30 years now? I’m so sorry this took so long please take this kiss *smoochies on your forehead* as a token of my deepest regret. Not into skinship? Please take this curtsey *curtsey* instead.

Minors DNI

Warnings: voyeurism, daddy kink, fingering, dirty talk

Now lezgetit

Yuta as a possessive bf would be funny, romantic, and sexy

Funny because he’s the type of dude to see someone checking you out and just dead pan 😐 stare at them. Bonus points if you’re both holding hands, he would bring your hand up to his mouth and you’d think “oh so cute he’s gonna kiss the back of my hand” because he’s Yuta and he does that but no he fkn licks the back of your hand instead and just holds eye contact with whoever is staring at you

“Did you just lick my hand?” You’d ask peevishly. “Yeah. You don’t mind me licking you any other time. You think she’s cute?” Yuta would ask. He’s not insecure, just possessive and you’ve had discussions about strangers you’ve both found attractive. He’s also down for a threesome or a gangbang so he’s not above sharing you but he also doesn’t like the idea of you being oggled. “She’s pretty.” You’d reply. “Prettier than me?” He’d ask. You’d laugh, “Of course not.”

Romantic because he's the type of guy who always has this little tug somewhere in his heart and a whisper at the back of his mind that will occasionally remind him that complacency is the biggest divider and he's afraid that being complacent- not reminding you that you're beautiful, not noticing the smallest changes to your hair or fashion choices, or not taking random time to reconnect on dates or weekend getaways; he fears those things will cause him to lose you.

"We're going out. Let's go." Yuta says as he gently pats your ass. "Huh? Why? Dude, it's one in the morning." You chuckle. "So? McDonald's is open at the very least. We can go down by the beach and eat and watch the waves and then we can fuck in the backseat while the radio plays... it'll be nice. We're overdue for some one on one time."

Sexy because although he's very secure, there's only so much he can take before jealousy does eventually rear its ugly head and he's fucking you against the window because the guy in the apartment building across the street asked you out for coffee like he was totally oblivious to the fact that you and Yuta have been living together for just over a year.

"Yuta! Harder!" You beg as Yuta holds you against the window sill. "Lover boy's watching us." He chuckles as he presses a kiss to your lips, "I bet he wants me to turn you around so he can watch your tits bounce while I fuck you from behind... should I do him that one favor?" You whine, "No, daddy." Yuta smirks against your lips, "And why is that?" He asks. "Because I'm only yours. He... oh fuck... he can't see me or touch me. I belong to you." You reply softly. "Good girl." He praises you and darts his tongue out run it across your bottom lip. He speeds up and brings a hand down to tease your clit, "Do you think he'll forget again that you're mine?" You whimper and drape your arms around his neck, "Nuh uh." You sigh. "Hopefully not... I'll fuck you just like this until he gets the message though." He grunts as he snaps his hips into you roughly.

#neoculturecollectives #nct smut #nct #nct 127 smut #kpop smut #nct 127 #andy's mail #yuta smut #nakamoto yuta smut #nakamoto yuta #yuta #nct hard thoughts #nct hard hours

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doomwhore · 9 months

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Orochimaru gets rawed.

Crack, lemon, age gap, male reader, bottom orochimaru, Boruto era, suigetsu and Karin are ooc, Akamichi reader.

Penetration, corruption(kinda?), humiliation, praise, size difference, MILFs, creampies, long tounge, forbidden relations, bareback, younger man/older enby, shifting dynamics, top reader, dirty talk, penis awe, profanity, (extremely mild)exhibitionism.

Words: alot.

Orochimaru hasn't gotten laid for over a year now, but that all changes when Karin and suigetsu invite a handsome young man to hang out at otokagure.

"Dude! What the fuck!" Y/n yelled as suigetsu knocked into him sending the contents of his water bottle onto y/n's shirt. "Aw man, I'm sorry" suigetsu said apologetically. "You can go use our dryer for your shirt, man" y/n sighed then a soft smile came to his face "its fine, I knew you didn't mean to. This shirts old anyways" y/n said with a soft chuckle. "Where's the laundry room?"

"Down the hall to your left, y/n" Karin piped up from across the room. "Thanks girlie!" y/n said as he walked off to find the laundry room. Y/n walks into the laundry room and takes off his shirt, he isn't exactly chiseled; but he's big, his body type more like those of powerlifters...or the usual akamichi man. "Fuckin suigetsu.." y/n murmurs to himself playfully as he shakes his head with a small smile, he then puts his shirt in the dryer and puts it on the quick dry cycle. 'Damn, I'm gonna have to chill here for 15 minutes' y/n thinks to himself.

Suddenly, orochimaru rounds the corner and their eyes widen at the sight of the stranger in their laundry room. Orochimaru regains his composure, but his eyes can't help but wander up and down y/n's body as they speak. "And who might you be?" Orochimaru said with slight suspicion in their voice, clearly unaware of y/ns visit.

'Holy shit. Its *the* orochimaru, *the* kage killer' y/n thinks to himself before speaking "oh, I'm y/n, I'm a friend of suigetsus" orochimaru pauses for a moment before speaking again "...and *why* are you shirtless in my home?" Orochimaru says as they tilt their to the side curiously. Y/n chuckles to himself "ah, that fucker suigetsu knocked into me and spilled his water on my shirt, I'm just using your dryer for a moment. Hope ya don't mind" orochimaru is slightly taken aback at the use of profanity and casual language, orochimaru is used to being feared and treated with the highest respect by people too afraid to cross him...but this young man is much different it seems.

"Hm." Orochimaru says as his eyes wander down y/n's shirtless body again. "Tell me, boy, are you a shinobi perhaps?...I can tell your quite...*active*" orochimaru's voice seems to change slightly from his usual casual detachment to a more sultry tone. "I'm no shinobi...I just like to keep myself lookin good for the ladies" y/n says with a wink and soft chuckle. Y/n's casual nonchalant attitude begins to stir the pot of desire deep inside orochimaru. "Oh? Well I'm sure a handsome young man like yourself has women flocking to" orochimaru says flirtatiously, then orochimaru speaks again "I'm sure a man such as yourself, y/n, is already taken, no?"

Y/n chuckles and puts a hand on the back of his neck. "I'm not actually..." Orochimaru smirks smugly

'oh. This will be good' orochimaru thinks to themselves before speaking "so your a bachelor, hm?...how intriguing.." orochimaru's tounge flicks out in amusement as they scan y/n's body once again. Y/n blushes softly, clearly understanding what orochimaru is starting to get at. "W-whats so interesting about that?" Y/n says, orochimaru ignores that statement and speaks again. "hm...how old are you?" Orochimaru says curiously. "I'm 23...why?" Y/n says, mildly flustered. Orochimaru chuckles seductively then brings a delicate hand to y/n's cheek and whispers in his ear. "Mmm...good, that means your ripe for the taking" orochimaru says with another seductive chuckle. Y/n takes a moment to process this, 'am I about to fuck *the* orochimaru?' He thinks before speaking again.

"Is that so?" Y/n says flirtatiously back at orochimaru, "well perhaps...you should pick the forbidden fruit.." y/n says, matching orochimaru's energy. Orochimaru's face flushes a soft pink as his breathing grows slightly heavier. "Oh my..." Orochimaru murmurs as they run a hand down the chest of y/n, causing y/n's length to twitch ever so slightly. Orochimaru's tounge comes out a licks along y/n's neck, illiciting a small groan of desire from the man.

"Mm..fuck.." y/n says before leaning down and kissing orochimaru. Orochimaru eyes widen slightly in suprise before kissing y/n back. Both parties tounges begin to collide in a lustful dance as orochimarus hands wander to run through y/n's hair. "You taste so damn good.." y/n murmurs breathlessly with a soft chuckle. Orochimaru grins devilishly, revealing his sharp teeth. "Oh y/n...I just love men like you..so strong..I bet you could pick me up and pin me against the wall if you really wanted to, hm?" Orochimaru murmurs. This statement sends a strong spike of desire throughout y/n's body, his eyes glowing with a new, determined lust. 'Oh. I'm gonna fuck the shit out of them' y/n thinks, "...do you want that?" Y/n replies. "Perhaps...but can you keep me down? I am quite the powerful shinobi after all" orochimaru says smugly, their lust growing as they see that fire in your eyes.

Y/n let's out a heavy, shaky breath "how 'bout you take me to your room and we can find out." Orochimaru let's out an amused chuckle "mhm..let's not waste anytime then." Orochimaru takes y/n by the wrist and leads him to their quarters. 'Damn. That's a big ass bed.' Y/n thinks to himself as they enter the room. Orochimaru quickly locks the door behind them before sitting down on the bed and motioning for y/n to sit next to them. "Oh I just love young men like you...so virile..so filled with life..and so easy to take" this earns a soft groan of desire from y/n "fuckkk..." y/n groans as he feels himself getting hard already. Orochimaru chuckles as they spot the buldge forming in y/n's pants. "Well, that certainly proved my point"

Orochimaru takes his hand and runs it up and down y/n's inner thigh "I wonder how worked up you can get..." orochimaru murmurs as they move there hand back and forth. "Hngh.." y/n replies before gently running his hands through orochimarus hair and kissing their neck, the kisses travel from orochimarus neck to his collarbone before trailing up to orochimarus jaw, earning a soft gasp from the snake sannin.

Y/n's hands move to cup orochimarus ass as he leaves small hickeys on orochimarus neck, causing orochimaru to moan Slightly. "Mhm..." orochimaru murmurs before moving to sit on y/n's lap and wrapping their legs around the young man in a snake like manner. Orochimaru then runs his hands up and down y/n's torso slowly and gently, experienced touches knowing just where to glide to earn sweet noises out of y/n. "Orochimaru..." y/n murmurs breathlessly, causing orochimaru to let out one of their trademark devious chuckles.

Orochimaru looks composed on the outside, but his body says otherwise, his cock beginning to ache and push against his pants. Y/n's eyes are locked on orochimarus hard on before quickly snapping to orochimarus hands as they begin undo his belt. "You want to be touched, don't you? Do you want to feel my hands on your cock?" Y/n nods his head in agreement as his dick throbs with desire. Orochimaru deftly finishes undoing y/n's pants, but doesn't remove them. Instead removing. y/n's throbbing dick from the hole in his boxers.

"O-oh my." Orochimaru says breathlessly as they look at, y/n's length. Y/n's cock makes orochimarus hand look small, coming in at a hefty 8 inches.

"Its so heavy....." orochimaru murmurs to himself causing, y/n to grin in self satisfaction. "I'm glad it's too your liking" y/n says playfully. "Indeed it is.." orochimaru murmurs, their eyes still locked on y/n's dick. Orochimaru begins to slowly and gently stroke y/n's cock while cupping y/n's balls with the other hand. Orochimaru's touch is purposefully teasingly slow, trying to draw every little noise from y/n.

Y/n gasps and whimpers softly, knowing very well what orochimaru is trying to pull "oh you bastard..." y/n says with a moan through gritted teeth. "A-ah ah...watch your tounge, boy." Orochimaru says playfully as they tilt y/n's chin to look down at them. "Or I won't let you touch me, and you oh so desperately want to touch me, don't you?" Y/n grunts softly before replying "maybe I'll just take what I want and have my way with you." Y/n says in a firm, seductive voice that makes a shiver run up orochimarus spine. "Oh? I dare you then, see if you can have your way with me" orochimaru says all to smugly, teasing arrogance in every word they speak. Y/n chuckles darkly, a new, dominant glint in his eyes, a desire to prove orochimaru wrong and fuck them good. "Bet." Y/n says before quickly flipping orochimaru over and pinning them under him.

"You wanted this, didn't you? You just wanted to get me worked up so I would take you roughly. You want to be used, I can tell" these teasing words earn a groan of desire from orochimaru before they blush deeply, seemingly embarrassed by this fact. Y/n grins widely as he sees orochimarus flushed face. These words bounce around in orochimarus head, giving them conflicting emotions, on one hand, orochimaru is embarrassed, on the other hand, orochimaru is the most turned on they have ever been for the past 5 years.

"P-perhaps...perhaps I do want to be used" orochimaru says in a small voice. Y/n wastes no time stripping orochimaru of their clothes, tossing all garments to the side haphazardly. Y/n bites his lip and looks down at orochimaru. "Fuck..your such a pretty little twink, your hole is just begging to be filled" y/n takes a firm handful of orochimarus ass. "You have such a thick fuckin ass" y/n growls out. "Your so much smaller than me...I bet I could break you if I really wanted" these words make orochimarus cock twitch with delight. "Gods...just take me already" orochimaru says desperately, causing y/n to chuckle. "Imagine if people saw this...lord orochimaru, desperately needing cock in their hole. Begging for someone so much younger to fuck them good."

These words earn another groan from orochimaru. "Hngh...just put it in already" y/n chuckles before taking some lube off the nearby bedside table and applying it to his cock. "As you wish...I just want to fuck you good" y/n murmurs. Orochimaru grins softly and speaks. "pound me, y/n. Fuck me good."

Orochimaru grabs onto y/n's hair firmly, earning a moan from the other man. "A bit of a masochist, are we?" Orochimaru says teasingly. "I'll keep that in mind" "I'm gonna put it in now" y/n says, after orochimaru gives a nod of confirmation; y/n begins to slip his dick inside orochimaru slowly, earning a groan of delight from both parties. "S-shit! Your so t-tight" y/n says through gritted teeth as he slowly inserts his cock all the way in.

"O-oh yesss..." orochimaru hisses out. "oh you fill me up so good~" orochimaru puts their hand on their cock and begins to stroke themselves slowly as they adjust to y/n's length inside them. After a moment orochimaru speaks in a breathy voice "y-you can start moving now.." y/n moans as he begins to slowly move in and out of orochimaru.

"Oh fuck...fuck your so tight.." y/n murmurs. Orochimaru's hands grip the sheets as they try to keep themselves from being to loud. "Oh..oh yesss...your so big" orochimaru says as claws at the sheets under him. "Shit..oh god.." y/n moans out softly as his body moves. "M-more...harder..." y/n quickly obliges, the sudden movement causing orochimaru to moan loudly "y-yes!" Orochimaru quickly slaps a hand over his mouth, a futile attempt to keep their decorum. This causes a half laugh-half moan from y/n. "o-oh its...a-alright..l-let me..h-hear you.." y/n struggles to speak through gasps and gritted teeth.

Y/n places a firm smack on orochimarus ass as he moves inside them "fuck! Fuck your- ah- g-good!" Y/n exclaims, his actions illiciting a lustful groan from orochimaru. Gripping at the man on top of as he moans "y-y/n...oh god..yes..yes!" Orochimarus eyes begin to roll back into their head as y/n moves. "Oh fuckkk..d-dont..tell me..y-your..close already" y/n struggles to say between gasps and moans. "Hnghhh..y/n..d-dont you dare stop.." orochimaru says with lust and passion dripping from their somewhat slurred words. Y/n picks orochimaru up suddenly, earning a noise of suprise from orochimaru. "W-what are you-" orochimarus words are cut off by a loud moan as y/n begins to carry fuck them. "Yes! Yes! Just like that!" Orochimaru exclaimed, all attempts at keep decorum tossed aside as y/n pounds them vigorously. Y/n can feel his cock throbbing even harder as orochimaru desperately clings onto him.

"F-fuck! Shit! Yes! I'm gonna cUhM" y/n moans out desperately as he thrusts and bucks. Orochimaru moans at these words, "oh yes! Cum for me! Cum inside!" Y/n let's out several deep and loud groans as he shoots ropes of his load inside orochimaru, the sensation of being creampied sending orochimaru into orgasm. "YEs! Y/n! Oh g-GOd!" The two partners moan in tandem as they release.

Several moments of silence pass as both parties cath their breath before kissing eachother deeply. "Mhm...you, my dear, have exceeded my Highest expectations" orochimaru says with satisfied amusement, a soft grin painting their face. Y/n pulls out, earing a soft gasp from orochimaru before flopping back on the bed. "Fuckin hell...I think I just cummed the soul outta me.." y/n says with satisfaction and humor, the words earning a amused chuckle from orochimaru. "Hm..it seems you did..but I think it was worth it" orochimaru says softly, in a almost loving voice as they lay back next to y/n. "Fuck yeah it was!" y/n says with an assured voice, earning another soft laugh from orochimaru.

The following morning...

Orochimaru sets down a plate of eggs in front of y/n before taking their own seat at the table. "You should make sure and eat. I'd like to keep those muscles on you after all~" orochimaru says flirtatiously, earning a chuckle from y/n. Karin walks into the kitchen and immediately notices the tension between y/n and orochimaru. "Oh my..so that's where you went" Karin says cheekily with a knowing grin on her face. Suigetsu follows shortly after, also noticing the tension, "did you fu-" before Suigetsu can finish his sentence he gets a firm hit on the head from Karin, causing water to splash. As Suigetsu and Karin bicker, orochimaru and y/n can't help but look at eachother and chuckle.

#orochimaru #naruto #augh #male reader #orochimaru x reader #orochimaru x male reader #orochimaru x yn #bottom orochimaru #karin #suigetsu #morning after #orochimaru lemon

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well, tough luck...

A Young!Dieter Bravo fic.

Word count: 2.2k

Rating: M. MDNI. This blog and its contents are 18+.

Summary: Dieter tries to learn a new skill for a potential role. Also a Dieter Bravo ear piercing origin story.

Warnings: Dieter tries really fucking hard okay, mention of injury and injury clean up, mention of needles (body piercing), mention of drugs, reminiscing over the early 2000s, grammar and typos likely because I'm shaking off some rust, anything else I've forgotten - please let me know!

A/N: This is a Dieter headcanon I mentioned to @for-a-longlongtime. For all of this silliness to make some (?) sense, please read the further a/n at the end!

“Do you think you can do it, Dieter?”

Late on Friday afternoon, his agent’s words rattle around in his skull as he watches the young woman methodically peel back the protective plastic from the sterilized clamp and place it gently on a cold metal tray. Unconsciously, his fingertips dig into the soft, black leather of the massage bed that he’s perched on.

His mind is a whirl of scattered thoughts, none of which he can seem to pin down or make sense of other than maybe he’s taken this whole thing too seriously.

He’s caught in an uncertain limbo, unsure of where his gaze should fall, or whether he should even keep his eyes open or shut out the fact he’s chosen to do this. The inescapable smell of potent disinfectant fills the air around him and catches at the back of his throat, while the distant, unending hum of tattoo machines from the other side of manages to finally shake the guitar riff that’s seared itself into every nook and cranny of his brain for the last two weeks in preparation for his latest potential role.

The young woman's long, neon green dreadlocks sway down the length of her back as she wheels the tray across the room and sidles up beside him, her every step emitting an aura of coolness that does little to settle his nerves - a coolness he tells himself he doesn’t have. He can't help but swallow hard when finally stops in front of him, casually popping a bubble of gum with a loud snap.

"Okay. Ready?" she asks, her voice steady and smooth, as she slips her thumb and index finger through the handles of the surgical steel clamp.

But words stick to his drying tongue, only able to give her a barely there nod of agreement instead.

As she takes his chapped bottom lip between her fingers, his taste buds are flooded by the alien taste of the latex from her purple surgical gloves and it sends his stomach into a fit of nervous churning.

Suddenly, without thinking, he blurts out, "You know what? Maybe we can do it somewhere else?"

She sighs heavily, mentally preparing herself for the additional paperwork his change of heart will burden her with.

"It's your money, dude. Whatever. Where?" she retorts, her previous patience clearly wearing thin as the clamp flops in her grip.

Caught off guard, Dieter shakes his head, trying to think of somewhere more appropriate. "I don’t know. My…um, ear?"

She raises an expectant eyebrow. "Which one?"

He doesn't really have a preference but, feeling pressured, he points to his left ear anyway.

“Okay. Deep breath in for me.”

Taking a moment to steady himself, he draws in a deep, shuddering breath, and holds it. He lets it out slowly, a controlled release of air through flared nostrils, just as the sharp sting of the needle pierces the tender flesh.

The sensation is quick, a brief flare of pain that ebbs away almost as quickly as it came. The sharp, sweet scent of her cinnamon gum permeates the air around him, the smell so intense it stings his eyes a little. With practiced ease, she deftly fastens the delicate gold hoop through the newly made opening in his earlobe, and his jaw clenches as he adjusts to the new, dull ache of it.

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Conveniently, his next stop on his route to success is located right above the tattoo shop. As he climbs the stairs for a bout of mental pain this time, the guitar riff returns and he tries to morph into the lyrics of the song that he’s had on repeat for a fortnight.

For the second time today he feels like the odd one out standing in front of two younger men whose clothes run at least three sizes too big for their frames. One of them wears a scarlet red beanie even though the sun outside is murderous and the other’s hair is unnaturally blonde and glistens with hair gel that holds the small spikes upright.

Oddly, he longs for the previous smell of disinfectant. The inside of the store reminds him of his teenage bedroom, musty with a faint smell of cheap deodorant that does little to mask the scent of even cheaper weed.

Realistically he has no idea what he’s looking for along the walls that are lined with decks with different designs. He doesn’t recognise any of the in-your-face brand logos. He knows what a skateboard is and what it’s supposed to do. He hung out with skaters on the beach, they taught him how to blow smoke rings but he was closer with the graffiti artists. They discussed color theory and then he taught them how to blow smoke rings under the bridges while they sprayed murals after dark.

“What’s up, dude?” the guy in the beanie greets him.

“I need a skateboard.” Dieter tells him in a small voice.

“Sweet. What size?”

He runs a hand through his hair before he answers, “I don’t know.”

“Are you going to skate bowls?”

Dieter narrows his eyes, confused at his words, “What?”

“Vert. Or are you more of a street guy?”

“I…don’t know” he hesitates. “Is there no one size fits all?”

A small TV in the corner steals Dieter's attention. It plays a VHS of skateboarding clips and it answers his own question - he doesn't know his ass from his elbow inside these four walls.

All of it is filmed through a fisheye lens, it shows him slices of a life he’s never led, a movie he's never likely to be in. Fast paced videos of professionals grinding along rails, dozens of onlookers sitting on the edges of ramps as someone drops in for the first time and tricks that make him question his belief in gravity. He tries to make a mental note of how their feet flip the wood but their movements are too rapid for him to absorb.

The blond guy comes out from behind the counter, ushering him over to a glass cabinet and begins pointing at pieces of metal and different colored wheels. He walks Dieter through what he’s going to need to get started but the sizes and measurements go over his head. He didn’t think there would be so much math involved. Other kids he went to highschool with found skateboards under their Christmas tree, Dieter didn’t. Now, in his mid twenties this is unchartered territory.

Eventually he hooks Dieter up with a deck, trucks, bearings and brand new wheels. His only challenge now was to learn how to use it.

Thankfully the blond guy sets up Dieter's board. He watches on as he tightens the trucks effortlessly, keeping a close eye on all the screws. Dieter's eyes widen when he pulls a switchblade from his back pocket to trim the edge of the black grip tape placed on top of the new plywood.

Is this where his headshots and audition reels were meant to get him?

No.

Is this what he wanted?

Not exactly.

But background actor in a music video is something he’s yet to add to his portfolio.

“Alright, man. You’re all set.” the blond guy admires his handiwork then grins excitedly at Dieter.

“Yeah…thanks.”

“Hey, buddy? Get comfortable with falling.” beanie guy warns him as he leaves the store.

–

Dieter begins the weekend trying to get to grips with the skateboard he spent too much money on. In between, he's tried to think of a way to tell his landlord how exactly he cracked the vinyl flooring in his tiny kitchen that isn’t skateboard related. She won’t buy the fact he’s moonlighting as a skater now. In the time he’s lived there, he’s been a waiter, a mall cop, a farm hand, a starving artist both in fiction and in reality.

At night he bites the bullet and takes the board outside to the short alley behind his apartment building. The street light up above provides him with enough light to give him visual on any stray pebbles or pieces of broken glass that would threaten a fall. The darkness giving him enough cover if he does slip.

He finds his balance on the board pretty quickly. The first time he pushes off on his strong foot, he thinks it’s easy and there isn’t so much to be worried about. He skates the length of the alley, back and forth until he’s confident in his movements, finally becoming bold enough to experiment with tilting his body to turn the board, drifting left and right. Maybe he can do it.

Dieter even begins to like how it feels, how the warm summer breeze brushes along his skin and ripples through his clothes when he picks up some speed. But when he tries to imitate a trick he saw on the tape, his feet are uncooperative. They betray him and introduce his skin to the unforgiving asphalt for the first time and he realizes that maybe he is taking this too fucking seriously.

Dieter continues the same routine on Sunday night but it doesn’t get easier. Everything is happening too slowly. He can’t pull the side of his foot up along the deck fast enough to land an ollie. Despite the clerk’s well intentioned advice, he never gets comfortable with falling. Each time his flesh meets concrete, he’s reminded of the cruel reality of gravity.

As the moon rises and his neighbors sleep, he finds himself in his cool bathroom. He becomes accustomed to tending to his wounds into the early hours of the morning but he never gets used to the biting sting of alcohol when he rubs it over the scrapes on his shins and the heels of his palms.

The heap of bloodied cotton balls piles higher in the bathroom trash can each night. Another piece of skin torn open, another bruise blooming somewhere on his body, another bump that echoes the snare of the song he’s started to hate.

“Do you think you can do it, Dieter?”

He doesn’t fucking know, he thinks, throwing another stained cotton ball into the trash.

It’s the discomfort that wakes him early on Monday morning. He woefully underestimated the physical toll that skateboarding would wage on his lower body. The bag of frozen peas that were solid and cold, that he optimistically slept with on his knee, is now a lukewarm bag of mush nestled between his legs. The initial soothing chill had done nothing to prevent the emergence of a purple bruise forming on his kneecap. Still, he musters up the will to drag himself up from the mattress laid bare on the hardwood floor and heads for the bathroom.

When he looks in the mirror it’s like all the pain hits him all over again. He must have slept on his new piercing. It pulsates and he can feel the heat from it creep up the side of his face. The gash in the crease in his bottom lip looks even worse under the bright fluorescent lights. That lip piercing probably would have hurt less, he muses, dabbing away the dark dried blood surrounding it with wet tissue paper. The board skidded from underneath the soles of his feet when he landed unevenly. He didn’t fall, but his body still collided with a metal fence as he tried not to. His latest injury, and with luck, his last.

What should have been a five second stroll to the kitchen, becomes a slow, minute long trudge. The sun has barely peaked in the sky as he pulls a fist full of stale Lucky Charms from the box on the kitchen counter and shoves them into his mouth wincing when the sweet sugar from the marshmallow meets his tender, swollen lip.

Gingerly, he eases himself onto the couch, slumping at an awkward angle but one that takes the edge of his throbbing limbs. The cruel skateboard propped up against the wall mocks him. His head falls to the side and his heavy eyelids settle on the phone.

Maybe it’ll all be worth it. He’ll get the part and he’ll have an anecdote to tell at an acceptance speech in twenty years about how he got the scar on his hand that’s still a raw lesion right now.

Or maybe he’s just insane, losing his mind completely.

When his agent told him about this part, she hadn’t asked for him to do any of this. This new, intense take on method acting, this extreme commitment to authenticity was all his own creation. His own twisted idea that if he could convince the director he could really skate then he’d be an idiot to not give him the ten seconds of screen time.

Skating the edge of consciousness now, he slips in and out of sleep until he’s jolted awake by the shrill sound of the phone ringing. He bolts upright and heaves a pained sigh when he reaches to the coffee table too fast for his abused muscles’ liking.

Dieter fills his lungs to capacity with air, puffing up his chest as he prepares himself for a sigh of relief or for a punch to the gut before his thumb presses down on the green button.

“Yeah?” he answers, fatigue making his voice barely above a whisper.

“You didn’t get it, Dieter.” she says bluntly. The tone of her posh accent combined with the blunt delivery of her words somehow makes the news even more difficult to digest.

A flurry of questions race around in his head. What did he do wrong? Was it something he didn't do at all? Why didn't she fight harder for him? What does that other guy have that he doesn't? Another fucking ear piercing?

He wants to ask all these questions and more, but he can't. His lip is still pulsing and he probably can't stomach the answers anyway.

“What’s next?” he manages to slur out, still tasting the metallic tang of blood in his mouth.

“Well, it’s not all bad,” he perks up at the unfamiliar peppiness in her voice. “Remember that script I sent you a while back? The one you read for? What was it called,” she trails off and he hears her rifling through sheets of paper at her desk. “Oh, here we go. Cliff Beasts. The one with the dragons or something. Their people called me this morning, it’s basically yours if you want it. Do you think you can do it, Dieter?”

For a second he still thinks he’s dreaming but when he swings his legs off the couch and the pain shoots up and down them once more, he knows he’s very much awake.

“I’ll take it.” he agrees.

“Better than a music video anyways. I’ll call you back in an hour with more details. Bye Die-”

“Wait!” he cuts off her farewell, gulping so hard that probably heard it. “Can you ask how they feel about piercings?”

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A/N: The role Dieter didn't get.

Maybe he should have tried BMX instead....

I still wanna be her when I grow up.

#dieter bravo #dieter bravo fanfic #dieter bravo fanfiction #the bubble fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfiction

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