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kitten4sannie · 3 months

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ᴍᴀꜱᴋ ᴋɪɴᴋ/ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀʏ ➠ ᴊᴏɴɢʜᴏ

pairing: intern! jongho x boss! reader (fem)

genre: office au, smut

summary: to relieve some stress after another long day of being the boss, you decide to visit your favorite dom at your local playroom. what you were not expecting, however, was to come face to face with your office’s intern instead.

w.c: 2.8k

warnings: hard (somehow still soft) dom! jongho, sub! reader, established bdsm relationship, jongho wears a teddy bear mask hehe/reader wears a kitty one, pet names (sweetheart, kitty, kitten, are we sensing a pattern here? TT), name calling, praise/degradation, use of hand cuffs, jongho puts reader over his lap ^^, paddling (ass/pussy), spit play, hair pulling, toy usage, strength kink, manhandling, overstim, brief oral (receiving), squirting, unprotected sex, creampie

a/n: never worked in an office before but this is my ideal office ✨fantasy✨ but also like jongho would be the cutest ??? intern??? he’d just come in and give you a cup of coffee with his sweet little gummy smile ughhhhh :’) enjoy, loves!

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“I’m really sorry to inform you of this right before the weekend starts, Ms. L/N, but we need to see at least a 20% increase in sales by next month,” your higher-up told you through the speaker phone sitting on your desk, almost distracting you from putting on your coat.

“20%, sir?” you replied cordially, trying to dispel the attitude you wanted to give him at that moment.

“20%, Ms. L/N. You’ve been doing quite well this quarter, but my boss is breathing down my neck, asking me for more…I do apologize, but it’s what we need from you.”

You walked around the front of your desk, sitting on the edge of it to process the information, unconsciously reaching underneath the sleeve of your form-fitting blouse to rub at the rope burns still embedded in your skin from your last visit to your local bdsm playroom, wishing you were there again, not having to focus on numbers and percentages, but on the pain and pleasure that was enveloping your body.

“Ms. L/N…?” the man said softly into the speaker when he didn’t get a reply from you.

You came out of your temporary fog, sitting up straight and fixing the hem of your tight skirt, despite no one being there to witness your perfect posture. “I can handle 20%, sir. I’ll get those numbers up for you.”

“That’s why you’re my favorite branch manager, Ms. L/N. Enjoy your weekend. Make sure you unwind,” he said, exchanging goodbyes with you, before he hung up.

You were definitely going to do a bit of unwinding, that was for damn sure.

As you collected both your personal and work items, putting them into your sleek briefcase, your branch’s intern knocked on the thick glass door of your office, allowing you to see his perfectly styled, ink black hair through the section of the door that wasn’t completely opaque.

“Come in, Jongho.”

Once the permission was granted, Jongho entered your space to give you a small wave and a gentle, charming smile, resting his own briefcase against his thigh. “Just thought I would come and check on you, Ms. L/N. It’s already half past 8, you know, and you deserve your weekends more than anybody in this building.”

“Oh, please, it’s off-hours, call me Y/N,” you sighed, wishing you could swap the roles of your position in power, wanting to be the one who was told what to do next. “But, thank you…that means a lot. I always try to cram in as much R&R into my weekends as humanly possible.”

“That’s good to hear, Y/N,” he corrected himself, holding the door open for you, his inviting aura and cologne relaxing your rigid demeanor just a tad. “Shall we go?”

Once inside the sanctity of the elevator, the both of you watched as the bright red numbers on the digital screen slowly counted down.

When you got down to the twenieth floor, you were suddenly reminded of your daunting task, murmuring, ��20%…and next month he’ll want 30…that bastard…”

Jongho acknowledged your passive mumbles about the ridiculous increase in sales you had to somehow pull out of your ass, hoping to ease your mind with his straightforward statement, “Hey, no number talk in the elevator, Y/N. That stays in the office.” His gaze softened. “You know better.”

You quieted down, hoping Jongho couldn’t tell how wet you suddenly were, offering him a gentle chuckle. “Right, no more numbers.”

Jongho tilted his head to the side, his gelled, parted hair falling into his eyes a bit. “Tell me, what do you do to unwind, Y/N?”

Your fingers squeezed around the handle of your briefcase. You couldn’t possibly tell him that you enjoyed getting tied up, punished till you were drunk on pleasure, and fucked by masked men and women until you reached your own personal nirvana, now, could you?

“I like to do lots of things,” you began, turning your head to look at him, realizing he was already looking at you, his gaze intense, but grounding. “Anything that doesn’t make me feel like a corporate drone anymore.”

Jongho nodded knowingly. “It’s important to let go from time to time. To relinquish that power you hold.”

You nodded at his words, unconsciously licking at your lips, having to break eye contact with Jongho first, your attention going to the adorably small teddy bear keychain he had on the handle of his briefcase, smiling at it. “What do you do for fun, Jongho?”

The corners of his lips curled into a smile that you weren’t looking at, his eyes returning to the rapidly lowering numbers on the wall, gently cracking his knuckles to fill the brief silence. “These days, I like to do a bit of roleplaying.”

“Like…DND?” you asked, swallowing dryly, the ding of the sliding elevator door about to draw you towards it.

“Something like that,” Jongho replied, his smile now akin more to a smirk, following you out of the elevator into the lobby.

࿏࿏࿏

“Good to see you back, Miss Kitty,” A man with deep-set eyes, plump lips, and short, choppy hair greeted you at the playroom’s lobby, the rest of his features obscured due to the bunny mask he was wearing. He leaned forward against the sleek receptionist desk, resting his chin on his palm as he pulled out a cutely decorated day planner, his tight butler get-up creasing to accommodate his new position. “Who would you like to visit today?”

“The Bear,” you replied instantly, shifting your weight from foot to foot, your own equally tight office ensemble making you feel constricted in the best way. “Is he free right now?”

The handsome bunny butler opened the planner and used a pen with a small plastic bunny at the tip to write in a time and date, drawing a few hearts around the words. “He’s always free for you, Miss Kitty,” he replied smoothly, before walking over to the door with a key and unlocking it for you. He placed another key, this one with the image of a cartoon bear on it into your hand, giving you a suggestive, though cordial smile. “Enjoy your stay.”

Once past the lobby, you were faced by many other rooms and doors, each one presenting you with a cute cartoon caricature of various animals. You immediately walked towards the one that displayed the same bear as the one in your sweaty hand.

Upon unlocking the door, you were met by a familiar setting. Minimalistic bedroom furniture decorated with lace doilies and soft, plush teddy tears filled the inviting space, the only thing keeping it from completely embodying someone’s sweet grandma’s bedroom were the egregious amount of sex toys, paddles, and whips that lined the wall, small plastic teddy bears decorating the handles of some of the items to further complete the cutesy aesthetic.

The only bear that interested you, however, was the one sitting on the edge of the large mattress in a simple black suit that looked a bit too familiar, his large thighs threatening to rip through his perfectly tailored pants, his sleeves rolled up past his thick forearms, his pretty raven hair falling past the sleek plastic of his mask that was complete with teddy bear ears. “It’s such a joy to have you back in my playroom. Now, what are you in the mood for today, kitty cat?” he asked you in a low, calculated tone, licking over the top row of his teeth.

You felt a shiver go up your spine, taking slow steps until you stood in front of him, licking your lips at the sight of his hands settling on his thighs. “To be paddled and fucked raw, sir.”

Jongho nodded his head knowingly, reaching up to stroke the side of your hip. “Mmm…my kitten’s had a rough day, I see. I’ll be sure to take good care of you tonight.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“The pleasure is all mine.” He stood up, cracking his knuckles out of habit, opening and closing his fists to prepare for what he was about to inflict on you. “If at any time, you want this to stop, you’ll use your voice and tell me to, correct?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good, good.” Jongho slowly walked over to the wall, his loafers clacking against the wood floor, picking out a paddle and a few other items amongst the large selection. He twirled the paddle around in his hands, gazing back at you through his mask, piercing you with his dark eyes. He kept his sight on you as he made his way back to the bed, spreading his thighs open when he sat down. “Now, you know the drill, don’t you, kitty?”

You nodded, quickly positioning yourself across his lap, feeling delightfully petite and usable now that you were relinquishing yourself to your dom.

“That’s right, sweetheart, feels so nice being on my lap like this, hm? Your pussy’s dripping for me just from the thought of getting paddled red, isn’t it?” Jongho spoke, his voice coming out slow, draping over you like honey, rubbing the side of your upper thigh in gentle circles, watching the way you squeezed them together.

“Yes, sir,” you answered breathily, squirming around once his hands were on your ass and squeezing it roughly through your thin skirt.

“Did you bring a change of clothes, pet?”

“Yes, s–”

Rip.

Jongho had torn through your designer skirt up the middle with one swift tug, sighing at the sight of your ass squeezing through the torn material, running the edge of the paddle over the exposed skin. “How many, kitten? How many till your ass is raw and red for me?”

You closed your eyes for a moment, your cunt pulsing steadily, knowing what you needed for your own personal satisfaction. “Twenty…”

Jongho’s eyes widened slightly behind his mask, running the broad side of the paddle down your ass, using his other hand to tear open sections of your tights. “Twenty it is, pet.” He then wrapped your hair around his hand to create a makeshift ponytail, pulling it back to watch the way you arched your back for him, your ass raising higher up in the air for his own personal satisfaction. “Time to count.”

Twenty paddles is what you asked for and twenty paddles is what you received, each and every one sending a supreme jolt of pleasure through your body, your fingers squeezing into Jongho’s thick thighs, drool leaving your moaning mouth the second he got to double digits. He rubbed the paddle over your bruising ass in between spanks, rubbing the wetness around your partially clothed cunt from in between your trembling thighs, his cock hard and pressing into your abdomen. “Your pretty pussy deserves to get paddled too, doesn’t it?” he asked you in your ear, squeezing your clit between two fingers, suddenly tearing your panties open, giving him direct access to your dripping cunt, finishing his power move with a direct slap to your slit, making you gasp.

“Six…teen…Please, sir, give it to me,” you requested, looking up at him with shiny eyes through your cat themed mask.

Smack. Rub. Smack. Rub. Smack. Jongho turned your cunt into a puffy, leaking mess with ease, giving you one last, incredibly hard smack on the ass with his paddle, before he reached over for the bubblegum pink toy that was sitting on the bed. “Such a good kitty, taking everything I give you. You need something inside you now, yeah? Something to fill up your tight little cunt?”

A few beads of sweat dripped down your temple past your flushed cheeks. “Twenty…God, yes, please, sir.”

Jongho smiled to himself, suddenly lifting you up and maneuvering your body like you were a simple doll, positioning you on the bed so that your lower half hung in the air along with your gushing cunt, your ankles near your head. He turned the toy on, letting it vibrate inside his calloused hands, too busy sending a few strings of spit directly onto your heat. “Take it nice and deep for me, kitty,” he directed, holding you steady for him, the toy slipping directly into you.

You moaned in response, grasping tightly at the sheets, unable to do anything except take the vibrator as deep as it would go, the ribbed edges of it pleasuring your tight inner walls. “Fuck, gonna cum for you, sir…”

“Not until I tell you to,” Jongho reminded you, relentlessly dragging the toy in and out of you, occasionally taking a break in between thrusts to watch the way your cunt contracted around nothing, taking the opportunity to send a wad of spit inside your hole, plugging you back up with the toy each and every time.

It was when Jongho left the toy fully submerged inside your cunt with the vibration set on max that you were actually going to lose your mind, your fingers digging painfully into your own thighs. “Please, can I cum, sir? I’ve been so good, so good for you,” you babbled, tears pricking at your eyes.

“Yes, sweetheart, you’ve been an absolute doll for me. Now go on and squirt, kitty. Give me your milk.” Jongho removed the toy completely and replaced it with his hot tongue, fucking your hole and rubbing your clit in quick, tight circles until you screamed, your hot arousal spraying onto his face and wetting his hair, some of it dripping down his mask.

“Thank you, sir, thank you so much,” you sighed out, completely melting against the bed, blinking hazily up at him.

“Anytime, doll,” he replied softly, readjusting his mask, a familiar smile gracing his glistening lips.

Once you recovered, you got up onto your knees, pawing at Jongho’s pulsing cock through his work pants. “You still haven’t fucked me raw, yet, sir…”

“And I clearly haven’t done my job,” he began in a low voice, straddling your lap, positioning your wrists above your head, a soft click resounding in both of your ears, having handcuffed you to the bed. “If I had, you would have no memory of anything…” He bent down towards you, his lips ghosting along the skin of your neck, the heavy metallic sound of his belt being popped open filling the silent air next. “…except for me, and pleasure I give you. Isn’t that right, kitty?”

“That’s right, sir,” you purred, spreading your thighs open further for him, encouraging him to grasp and grope at them once he took his aching cock out, letting it sit heavily on your abdomen.

“But does your pretty red cunt remember the shape of my cock, kitten? After all these times I’ve fucked you completely raw and filled you with my load, it’s surely had to, right?” he asked you softly, as though he hadn’t said such a dirty thing to you, spreading you open with two fingers, pushing the head of his cock into your willing hole inch by inch, eventually filling you up to the brim.

You pulled your wrists against your constraints, moaning wantonly, unable to do anything about your current situation except take what you were given, your cunt routinely getting stuffed with Jongho’s thick cock until you were babbling incoherently. “Sir…! So good, your cock, it’s so good!”

“I know it is, kitty,” he nodded, strands of his wet hair occasionally brushing over your face, pulling his hips back and expertly slamming them back into you, forcing a fresh wave of slick out of you, which formed a rim around the base of his throbbing length. “You’re so tight around my cock, so ready to take my cum inside you…”

“Please, please, please…” you whined, tugging and tugging at your restraints, your body pulsing with indescribable pleasure the longer Jongho pumped himself into you like a well-oiled machine, not even realizing when your mask began to fall off your sweaty, flushed face.

Jongho was in the same state as you, overwhelmed with pleasure, his own mask slipping down the slope of his nose, the tie around his head loosening with each deliberate, though sloppy thrust, your slick, joined bodies melding into one over and over. “Cumming, kitten, cumming inside your pretty cunt,” he groaned out, holding your hips with a cement grip, looking deep into your eyes.

And just like that, you both fell apart completely, your overflowing arousal mixing harmoniously with the seemingly endless cumshots Jongho pumped into your clenching cunt, your masks having fallen off long ago. You simply gazed at each other in pure awe, sweat dripping along your flush bodies, the soft click sound of handcuffs being unlocked joining the background noise of pants, moans, and the steady stream of mattress springs squeaking underneath the moving bed.

࿏࿏࿏

The elevator took its time lowering you and your intern down to the bottom floor of your shared work space at the end of another tiring performance, regrettably filling a role you wish you could be at the receiving end of instead. The numbers on the small digital screen grew more and more irrevelant the longer you and Jongho shared seemingly polite smiles with one another.

Jongho tilted his head to the side, his hair falling in his face, his eyes containing a sparkle that you were fully aware of. “Are you going to relax again this weekend, Y/N?”

“Mm, yes I definitely need it after my last meeting with my boss,” you sighed out, leaning in his direction, your shoulders touching. “They’re asking for a bigger increase in sales this time…30%, they say.”

“Ahh, ahh,” Jongho tutted softly, shaking his head, the palm of his hand pressing against the small of your back, his dark eyes gleaming. “No numbers, Y/N.”

“No numbers,” you repeated gently, a delightful shiver going up your spine, the ding of the elevator reminding you of where you were currently, and where you would be going very soon. Your eyes began to gleam as well. “Except when I count for you. Right, sir?”

Jongho jingled his little teddy bear key chain around in his hand, his lips curling upwards. “Precisely, kitty cat.”

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iwishf1wasreal · 1 month

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F1 Driver NSFW Profile: ✷ Lewis Hamilton ✷

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I. Flirt. He’s a shy sort of suave. He wants to come off cool and laid back. Thank God he never has to worry if he’s dressed well. Lewis is all about eye contact, making sure to look over the frame of whatever sunglasses he’s wearing so he can hold your gaze. It’ll be hard for him to look away; maybe he’ll keep your eyes for as long as he can by looking back or walking backward. He’ll flash his million-dollar smile at you; make sure you know he’s noticed you too. If there are cameras around, he’s pretty much going to stand 40 feet away from you, but if it’s amongst the trusted inner circle or just the two of you, he is stuck to you like glue. When you first meet, he’s flirty in a relaxed sense; it won’t come across as him being particularly interested, just friendly. He takes his time sussing you out and getting a feel for you. But once he’s ready to make his intentions known, he’s laying on the charm. Making you laugh, taking any excuse to brush against you. II. Propositioning. Warm hands caressing down your back, spending a generous amount of time on your ass before smoothing down your calves. He’ll peck kisses anywhere he can reach, his endless brown eyes meeting yours as his lips roam your body. Lewis wants to seduce and be seduced. He likes kissing–[loves] kissing. Has a hard time having sex [without] kissing. He wants your tongue hot and heavy in his mouth. Lewis likes to tease too. If the mood strikes and you start to put the moves on him, he'll play dumb. Straight up pretends not to notice, wait and see how far you’ll go before you push him down onto the sofa and straddle him.

III. Libido. It’s relatively high, but he’s also creeping up to his forties. Don’t get me wrong, he has no trouble getting (or maintaining) an erection, but it takes him a bit longer to get him up and ready…especially if it’s a night after drinking. So, he doesn’t mind a bit of soft play, whether it's your mouth or the soft glide of your hand. He’s not too picky. He feels so much closer to his partner during and after sex. Lewis feels like there’s no other connection in the world like it and would probably even be down to try sex magic if you were into that kind of thing.

IV. Turn-Ons: tame & nasty. Tame: Expensive clothes. When you hold him close to whisper in his ear. Laughing with your head thrown back. A nice fitting pair of trousers. Pretty, fast cars. Private beaches and cabanas. Outdoor showers. Spoiling you. Facetime calls to show him what you’re wearing. Getting along with his mum and step-mum. Having inside jokes with his brother. Fitting right into a game of footy with his nieces and nephews. Musicality in any way, shape, or form. Shy silliness that he gets to draw out of you. Diamonds on bare skin. Nasty: When he fucks you so good you can’t even get out a moan, and it looks like you’re having a sexy exorcism. Pulling your panties to the side instead of just pulling them off. Lowkey always wants to get caught; fucks you with the windows of your cabana wide open, or herds you into the single stall. Tender love and care to his balls. When you tell him that his dick is the best you’ve ever had. Receiving unsolicited your nudes. Mutual masturbation. Lingerie sets with lace bras and satin panties. The way your ass kinda makes a heart-shape in certain positions of doggy. Titties in his mouth. Topless beaches with wandering hands. V. Self-stimulation. Ideally, he would be able to Facetime you, and you could figure out a solution together. He'll use a video if the timezone doesn’t permit that, and he’s not desperate enough to wake you or disturb you at work. He can still appreciate porn, but if he wants to finish, he’d prefer to do it to you. VI. Foreplay. He almost pays too much attention to foreplay. It’s like he’s in some kind of competition with himself to see how wet he can make you before he finally slips inside. As he’s come into adulthood, he’s realised how powerful the act of cunnilingus is. He has his own version of getting drunk off your sex, usually in the form of semi-incoherent philosophical babbles of how we’re all connected and how beautiful your pussy is.

VII. Rhythm. He likes to keep it fresh but prefers deep, unhurried sex. Taking your time getting to know each other and savouring the feeling of the two of you together. He’s not afraid to moan or let his nastiest thoughts roll off his tongue. Most often he’ll be asking how it feels, for you to be louder. He likes egging you on. VIII. How He Likes It He’s a classic man. Doggy has a special place in his heart. He likes plenty of other positions, too, of course. But there’s just something about getting to watch your ass shake as he disappears inside you. You bent over, wet and moaning and rutting back against him. Rarely do you get to feel like you have the upper hand on him–he’s got lightning fast reflexes, strength and confidence that often make you feel like he’s not even real. Except in the bedroom and he has your front pressed into the bed and you start to work to throw your hips back to meet his thrusts. He nearly busts right then and there every time.

IX. Location, location, location. A hopeless romantic, ideally, he’d have rose petals all over the floor and candles littering the entire place. But that’s not always feasible, though he still tells you it’s what you deserve. And though he’d deny it, ducking his head to hide the burning on his cheeks but the hot tub seems to hold a special place in his heart. To the point where his buddies will point and giggle at it the second you’re aboard a yacht for the week or they notice it on the balcony through the curtains. Somehow, they always seem to be one on your holidays or hotel rooms. And you both do you best to use it to the best of your abilities. X. Kinky. He’s open minded and easy to approach. He likes experimenting when he feels safe and he feels safest with you. Depending on the mood, he can be gently encouraging, complimenting and worshipping you into bliss. Or, he can be a little more demanding, a little less lenient and a little more mean. He’s good at playing. He likes playing…as long as you seem like you are too. Any fantasy you feel like trying, he’s all ears. Rarely will he outright deny you–about most things–especially sex.

XI. Bedroom aids/Toys He’s not stupid, obviously you use toys whilst he’s away or busy. He doesn’t mind adding them in with the both of you either. It really only took one time for him to watch your eyes roll back in your head after just two minutes on the second to highest setting. Lately, his latest exploration in the bedroom has involved plugs. Nothing gets his heart pumping blood to his crotch quite like when you bend over and reveal you’ve decided to surprise him with one. Something about the shimmer of something in your ass while he sheeths himself deep inside you feels like ecstasy.

XII. Cum. He can go for a while. He’s old enough where he doesn't need to lay back and think of England. He would prefer to finish after you though with the ferocity of your sex life, it’s quite literally always a competition to get others to cum first. Ideally, he’d finish inside of you but obviously sometimes that’s not always fisable. Though, more than enough times have you two snuck off for a quickie and you’re left uncomfortably wet in your panties after.

XIII. Pleasure reciprocation. Lewis loves to go down on you. Likes hearing all your moans and whines and any other noise he can get you to make. When his focus is on you and getting you to cum, he turns into an assertive yet gentle figure. He has plans for you, he’d like for you to follow them. But he’s not above giving into your desperation or gently teasing you for how worked up you get. He can teeter more towards mean when he feels like it though rarely can keep it up. By the time you’ve finished, he’s melted back into his true self. Making sure you’re not too far gone or nothing got too out of hand. Despite it all though, he makes you feel like he’s hungry for you. Like just the site of you or your body could drive him wild enough to cloud all his thoughts.

XIV. Bonus.

“I wanna show you something,” Lewis tells you, head down with his eyes focused on his phone. You approach him in the living room but don't make it to him before the TV on the wall above him blinks on. It shows the generic home display before it goes black again. But it's only for a moment. Then, a grainy, night vision video starts to play.

It takes you a moment to realise what is. It’s not until you hear the video playback what sounds like Lewis’ laugh. On screen, now in clear view of the camera, you dragged Lewis to one of the outdoor sofas. Suddenly, you recognize everything in the video.

It from the boat trip you took a few weeks ago, traipsing around Greece with some friends before Lewis had to get back in race mode for the foreseeable future. It was late, all your friends had gone to bed and the crew had been tipped heavily to give you some privacy on deck.

You’re standing there watching yourself, watching your mouth meet his and moan in pleasure. In person, you don’t realise he’s even standing behind you until a gentle hand on your middle startles you out of your gaze.

“You remember that?” he asks softly, with a small nod towards the TV. You nod, letting out a distracted ‘mmhmm’ as you keep your eyes on the screen. His other hand meets your other side, palms softly caressing against the t-shirt you wore.

Back on the boat, you had already pulled Lewis free from the confines of his joggers. You were on the floor, on your knees. Even with the state of the art speakers Lewis had installed, you can’t make out what he’s saying to you on video. Just the soft rasp of his voice as he eggs you on.

“How did you get this?” you ask, your throat dry. You had taken him into your mouth on the boat, Lewis throwing his head back in pleasure on screen. It was nice to see him–actually see what he looked like while you gave him head. Up close was one thing, but watching the effect you had on him has your insides somersaulting.

“I told you I’d have them get rid of the footage.”

Neither of you were stupid. You both knew something as risky as this would require some damage control but Lewis promised you he’d take care of it.

“Yes, but how do you have it?” you gulp after a particularly loud moan vibrates off the screen.

Lewis doesn’t answer you, just laughs softly as he moves to start placing kisses on your neck. His hands move from your waist, roaming over your arms, then your shoulders. The roughness of his skin against the softness of your skin feels euphoric. But he stops the motion all too soon, one his hands clasping over each of your wrists. In front of you, your past self is already mounting your boyfriend, his hands eager to expose your breasts from the bikini you were wearing.

Loud, lewd sounds fill the room, echoing off the TV and bathing the both of you in a symphony of your own moans. You can feel Lewis’ breath against your neck, his hands still holding your wrists. You watch as his hand slipped over your core, pads of his fingers finding the perfect spot to send you over the edge. The sight of it makes you hotter, your skin starting to feel clammy and stomach somersaulting. Instinctively, you lean further back into Lewis, trying to instinctually rut yourself against him for some kind of relief.

But he’s not taking any of it. Just tightens his grip on your wrists and moves so you can’t roll your hips back against him.

The sounds on the TV get loud. You can hear the sound of your bodies meeting amongst the huffs and moans. It doesn’t matter how much you beg, how pathetically you mewl at Lewis to let you do something. He doesn’t care. Doesn’t even really let you look at him. At best you can get is the cocky smirk and devious gleam in his eyes before he’s gathering both your wrists in one hand and fixing your gaze ahead by your chin.

Your heart feels like its beating out of your chest. Your skin is sticking to your clothes, working up a sweat from how hot you feel underneath your clothes. Lewis makes you watch the whole thing like that. Forced to watch both orgasms he gave you. Forced to listen to the defeated sigh of satisfaction Lewis gives as you pulled yourself off of him. Forced to watch the glistening trail of yourselves that even the shitty security camera could pick up sliding down your leg.

You don’t even have to move to tell how wet you are once the TV finally turns off. Looking (and feeling) like you’re in a trance, Lewis chuckles proudly and presses a kiss to your hair.

“Now, go upstairs. Take all your clothes off. And wait for me.” He says, pressing one more kiss to your temple. He pulls away just a touch so he can look you in the eyes. “But do not touch yourself.” He taps his pointer finger to the tip of your nose and pats your ass as your single to get moving.

You do as you're told and head upstairs. Meanwhile, Lewis gets working on some drinks for the pair of you. He only gets as far as pulling his mock-Tequilas from the cabinet before he hears what at first sounds like your phone going off. But the buzzing he hears through the upstairs floor doesn’t stop. He freezes in place to listen. The buzzing keeps going, far longer than any ringtone would.

As soon as he realises what you’re doing, he drops what he’s doing and makes a break for the stairs. You can hear him calling your name through the bedroom door as he takes them to at a time to get to you.

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reader and Eddie aren’t really close but they both unknowingly think each other are attractive but reader thinks Eddie is way out of her league. So they’re in the car with dustin, max, mike and Steve, but there’s no room for the reader so Eddie offers for reader to sit on his lap. So they’re both really nervous and reader keeps shifting in his lap so he grips her hips to get her to stop because he’s getting hard and he’s really embarrassed about it and uh yeah u can decide what happens next😅 (srry if you’ve already gotten a similar request!!)

I HAVENT GOTTEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS ITS SO GOOD!

(Very public smut, dry humping, slight sub!eddie, everyone in the car is unrealistically oblivious but let’s just pretend they were rlly quiet)

"Road triiiip!" Steve announced, jingling his keys as he loaded everyone into the car.

"Why are we road tripping again?" she asked, unamused by his cheerful attitude due to the fact they were in a somewhat dire situation.

"Because someone is being charged with murder,” Steve replied, jokingly, shooing everyone into car.

Her and Eddie were the last to go and there was only one seat left. She offered to drive and leave Steve to deal with the lack of seats but he shook his head and replied "Figure it out."

"I don't mind if you uh...sitonmylap," Eddie muttered, both of their eyes widening at his words.

"Ok yeah that's fine," she replied, getting into the car after him and settling with his chest to her back. She squirmed around a bit trying to get comfortable.

"Ew," Mike mumbled, turning to look out the window and avoid looking at them.

"Don't be rude, Micheal," Eddie chastised, wrapping his arms around the girl on top of him to get them in a more comfortable position and to stop her from grinding on his already half hard dick.

Although the current situation wasn't ideal he wasn't going to complain about her closeness. It didn't mean anything, she was barely a friend and she was only sitting with him because there weren't enough seats for everyone but that didn't stop the butterflies in his stomach when she looked back at him, faces only inches away from each other.

"So..." she started.

"So?" he urged her to continue, wanting her hear more of her sweet voice even if it was making it astronomically harder for him to keep his cool.

"Tell me about yourself.” She shrugged, again moving her body just a little too much. He groaned lightly and hoped she didn’t notice.

"Seriously?" he asked, a little surprised by her inclination towards small talk at a time like this.

"Yeah, Munson. Im practically sitting on your dick, so I think it's time we get to know each other,” maybe he was imagining the teasing lilt in her voice, but either way it sent his blood rushing downward.

He twitched at her words, he fucking twitched. "Fuuuck. Don't say that."

She giggled, pressing her hips back more intentionally this time. “Hm, what’s wrong?” She asked, a mischievous grin coming across her face.

“Now you’re just doing it on purpose,” he whined, the sound muffled by his face pressing into the skin of her neck.

“Oh. Do you want me to stop?” She asked innocently, halting her movement for only a second. She took the time to look around the car and make sure everyone else was occupied and sure enough they were, creating some semblance of privacy for them.

“Please. Please don’t stop.” He grabbed her hips, clawing desperately for friction.

“Can you cum like this? Gonna be a good boy for me?” She reached back, tangling her hand in his hair. Her hips set a slow but deep pace, brushing her panty clad core against the denim of his jeans.

Her skirt had ridden up where he was now gripping her thighs for dear life. “Yeah. Yeah. holyfuckingshit.”

He stilled his hips, a wet patch forming on the surface of his jeans. “Did you just…?” She questioned, not able to see the blissed out and somewhat embarrassed look on his face from the way he we hiding it in the crook of her neck.

“Yeah…” he admitted awkwardly, fingers kneading the flesh of her thighs to distract from his embarrassment.

“Cool,” she whispered in awe, head falling back against his shoulder.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, fast enough that she could’ve missed it. “I had the biggest crush on you in Highschool.”

“Yeah, I know,” she giggling, turning her head to the side to suck little marks into the skin of his neck and collar bone.

“Can I kiss you? Like for real this time?” He asked, one of his hands cupping her jaw to keep her facing him.

“Mhm,” she mumbled, leaning forward to press their lips together finally, moving slowly against each other.

“Alright knock it off you two, no smacking face in my car,” Steve grumbled, glaring at the two of them through his rear view mirror.

Eddie instantly corrected his hand placement, moving the hands on her thigh and on her face to a respectful position around her waist. “Sorry, Steve,” he muttered, a mischievous smile adorning his face as his fingers slipped under the fabric of her skirt.

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greatlydelirious · 1 year

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𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞

Kratos x F!Reader

wordcount: 4.1k words

summary: Two lost souls find comfort in each other’s company.

warnings: slow-burn, falling in love, angst, fluff, bedsharing, lore heavy

a/n: This is a teaser of a scene between the reader and Kratos in the giant fic, “Of Gods and Men” that I’m writing. This is my “proof of concept” for you guys that I’m actually working on it. (The reader is OC in regards to some characteristics, but skin color is not specified.)

“…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.” - Homer, The Iliad

Voices ignite like fueled flames outside Kratos’s bedroom as someone enters Sindri’s home. Not just anyone can stir up that much ruckus though. The arrival of Kratos always elicited a flurry of questions and action. Despite your want to check on the god you don’t move from your supine position on the hard bed.

You continue to count the cracks in the ceiling above as if the number you came up with would unearth some deep truth within yourself. Time became a foreign concept as you tried to convince your body to relax. Sleep is elusive to you despite your mind’s craving for rest. Sindri told you, just as he did Atreus, that sleeping would make all the troubles of your mind work themselves out. Easier said than done.

That’s how you find yourself on a bed that’s not yours. One that you’ve only slept in once but couldn’t forget the feeling of. The furs below smell of him, earthy with notes of smoke and musk that remind you of the lush jungles in your home realm of Vanaheim.

Home.

It had been centuries since the last time you felt the security of such an ideal. To the dismay of your fickle heart, you felt that sense of contentment that comes with being home merely weeks ago in the arms of another. Someone you tried to remind yourself you couldn’t have. Someone who, like you, made a pact to never let themselves be kept in mind or body to another again.

It’s strange how night devolved hardened hearts into feeling such soft vulnerability. Memories have a way of burrowing deep in the brains of even those who try to forget. You’re sitting at the dining table in front of the roaring furnace. The warmth doesn’t completely stave off the coldness that stems from more than just the weather.

Sindri’s home is filled with a rare stillness, but it only works to grate on your nerves rather than bring you peace. Solace is nearly impossible to find in a world full of gods and men. Throw in the endless monsters and magic, and the notion is nothing but a fantasy for the whimsical. That you are not.

Your head darts up when a large shadow appears across the table. Wood groans as Kratos settles in the seat. It’s not often that the two of you get to sit in each other’s company alone without having other things on your mind like hunting or survival. The gripes of being a god and goddess in the opposition to the All-Father are endless.

“Can’t sleep either?”

Kratos grunts in response as he reaches for the pitcher of mead abandoned in the middle of the table. He fills the large tankard next to it to the brim before putting the pitcher back down with a weighty thump. You watch transfixed as Kratos’s adam’s apple bobs with each pull he takes from the cup.

The veins in his neck bulge and when some droplets of mead spill from the corners of his mouth, you can’t help but trail their path down his beard. For a moment you forget what was keeping you up in the first place.

“Something troubles you.”

A statement, not a question.

“I’m fine, Kratos. My woes matter not.” You feign indifference as you lean back in your chair, like his notice of your mood doesn’t make your heart leap in your chest.

Kratos leans forward, his hulking form hovering over some of the table, “Speak the truth, woman.” The word woman comes out in a growl, lingering with a threat that would never be followed through. Yet, it’s still effective enough to make you give in.

Your eyes move to focus on the expertly crafted wooden surface under your hands. Calmness is common nature for you, but something about Kratos’s piercing gaze makes you fumble to find words. Dryness coats your mouth as if your body was cursed to not utter your torment.

“I had a twin sister once. Her name was Hnoss, everyone always said we were identical, but I still think she was prettier. She…”

When your voice begins to crack you stop. Emotions you’ve suppressed for hundreds of years come bubbling to the surface. Thinking about your sister was one thing, but voicing it out loud made it all too real again. Like she’s not what haunts your dreams, but the young girl you once played in ponds and climbed trees with.

“Go on.”

The earnestness makes you chance a glance up. A small, sad smile curves your lips at the sight of Kratos’s focus trained on you. He may not say much, but he always listened. No wonder Mimir didn’t mind being stuck with the man.

“She often went to Bifröst, a rainbow bridge that reaches between Midgard and Asgard, hoping to run into our father. People predicted that Hnoss would reunite our parents. Alas, hope is not always enough to alter reality.”

Kratos slides his tankard toward you, giving you a moment of reprieve without a word. Picking it up, you swirl the amber ale with a twinge of bitterness. Normally you would say gods made pitiful fathers. That was until you met Kratos and Atreus.

The god makes a habit of surpassing expectations.

Sending a quick prayer to the lost goddess mother of Vanaheim you take a giant swig of the mead. Soft notes of bready malt accompany aromatics with a musty, oaky finish coats your tongue. A clicking noise escaped through your teeth as you cringe at the overpowering taste.

The sound of Kratos humming in approval grounds you from your wandering thoughts. You nod at him in appreciation before taking a steadying breath and continuing,

“During her visits, there was a god by the name of Heimdall who kept watch over the rainbow bridge that would entertain her with stories of old and new. One day he revealed to Hnoss that he possessed night vision and never slept. He also claimed to have existed since the beginning of time and told her tales about the creation of various things.

While our father remained absent, Hnoss was taken to Baldur's Stead to comfort her in her sorrow since it was believed to be a place where healing occurred. Baldur’s wife Nanna would often cradle her during these times of profound need. One time in particular, with Nanna by her side, Hnoss shared a strange dream she had about Queen Hela, a queen who was half living woman and half corpse. In her dream, Hela entered Asgard and declared ‘A lord of the Aesir I must have to dwell with me in my realm beneath the earth.’ Hnoss was paralyzed by fear after experiencing this dream.”

You take another swig from the tankard before handing it back to Kratos. Obsidian eyes stay locked on you as their owner downs the rest of its contents.

“What happened to your sister?”

“Hnoss was never the same after that. They say that those who use seidr magic will eventually succumb to the evils of its art. Unfortunately for her, it was true. Similar to Baldur, she died a needless death.”

And just like all of the Vanir people. Many of their lives were taken by the power-hungry Aesir for no other reason than greed. Peace in these realms always comes at a price.

“So that’s why I’m troubled, Kratos. Now my own dreams are filled by her. No matter how hard I try to forget.”

Kratos hums in acknowledgment, “I too know the pain of losing a sibling.”

Comfortable silence hangs between the two of you for a couple of minutes. The time is filled with unspoken understanding lined with a sense of melancholy.

“Drink.”

Kratos seems to present a bottle of wine out of nowhere but you don’t hesitate to accept it. Not even gods are above drinking their sorrows away. Another pitcher of mead and bottle of wine later and you’re drunk. Loose-lipped, fumbled-word, soft-legged drunk.

You’re currently giggling like a fool as you lean against the bedroom door simply staring at Kratos while he sits on his bed. When you started to create too much of a ruckus in the living room he took into his room since you refused to leave his side. You’d slap yourself in the forehead for that fact the following days later.

“Come.”

Your feet move before your mind can fully process the command. It’s as if your body is compelled to obey him without hesitation. The idea goes against everything you stand for. You ran from the one home you’d ever known and the one man that ever truly loved you, because of your refusal to submit to any man or god. Thankfully, the mead-fueled haze creeping into your brain keeps you from spiraling any further.

Kratos tilts his head to look up at you as you stand between his thick legs. A lazy smile spreads across your face and before you can think you lift your hand to cup his cheek. Although he captures your wrist, he doesn’t pry you away. Tentatively, your thumb rubs small circles into the rough flesh.

For a moment he indulges in your touch, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. You smell like vanilla with a citrus charge of tangerine and cinnamon. Something tantalizingly sweet, forbidden.

A rumbling noise emanates from Kratos’s chest when your thumb ghosts along the scar on his right eye. You wonder how he got the nasty slice. What god put it there many years ago. Unfortunately, Kratos is still a mystery to you. Bits and pieces of his life are shared sparingly through short stories during long journeys, but nothing else beyond that.

Nothing else beyond that. The four words ring in your ears. What are you doing? It’s not your right to be in his room, near his bed, and touching him of all things. You are companions, sure. Friends? Maybe. But partners? Nothing of the sort.

Any semblance of tipsiness you had quickly evaporates, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“ You stop when Kratos brings his other hand to your hip, squeezing lightly.

“No need to explain. Not to me.”

Your hand drops when he moves to lay on his side on the bed. Kratos scoots back until his back is against the wall.

“Lay.”

When you hesitate, he pats the small space in front of him in an almost comedic fashion due to his large size, “Lay, agápi”

The word he calls you is spoken in a language you’ve never heard before, but he says it with such tenderness that it makes you slide into the bed. You start to think you’ve been sleeping this whole time when Kratos wraps a thick arm around your waist to pull you flush against his front. After three years of pining, you’re in the arms of the man you admired. The sudden realization is almost too much.

“Will you tell me a story from your homeland?”

Kratos’s silence at your abrupt question makes you huff out a laugh. Butterflies were swarming in your belly and if you didn’t do something about them you would never fall asleep.

Was it childish for you to ask for a bedtime story? Perhaps. But this might be the last time you get to have Kratos to yourself like this. You gently nudge him with your leg. It doesn’t even slightly jostle the mountain of a man, but it does keep his attention.

“Come on! An old man like yourself must know hundreds.”

After a beat, Kratos sounds almost bashful if that emotion was even possible for the god, “There’s this… poem.”

“What’s it about?

“A cunning general and a war over forbidden love.”

Ironic.

“Is it based on truth?”

“Yes, but I prefer the poem.”

You giggle at the displeasure lacing his tone.

“Can you recite a line for me?”

Kratos grunts at the way your tired eyes have you looking at him through your lashes. You’re the picture of innocence and natural beauty. It stirs something inside him that’s laid dormant for years. He would say Aphrodite’s beauty paled in comparison to yours, but you’re more than that. You’re a beauty beyond comparison wrapped in a warm light.

“I wish that strife would vanish away from among gods and mortals, and gall, which makes a man grow angry for all his great mind, that gall of anger that swarms like smoke inside of a man's heart and becomes a thing sweeter to him by far than the dripping of honey.”

You twist your head to the side to look back at Kratos. The darkness in the room keeps his features hidden yet you still can’t help but smile. A truly genuine, happy smile despite the small crookedness from your drunken state.

“Wow… I think that’s the most I’ve ever heard you say in one breath. Didn’t think you were one for lovely words.”

Kratos makes a low noise in his throat, contemplating for a moment if letting you in his room, in his bed, was really a good idea. When you suddenly snuggle back into his front, he doesn’t move a muscle. Your soft and warm against the hard expanse of his chest. The word “comforting” comes to the forefront of his mind but he tries his best to suppress the feeling.

Only to fail when you open your mouth again.

“The totality of emotions can either make or break a man. Let them in, Kratos.” Your voice oozes drowsiness encompassed by a softness you saved for his son Atreus. It’s an inflection filled with sweet sincerity and motherly care.

When a light snore reaches his ears, Kratos looks down at your face. You’re already sound asleep. His arms tighten a fraction before letting himself close his eyes. He told himself it was just for a night.

It’s never that simple.

For long seconds after you woke up the next morning you took in the sleeping man’s face. His features were free of stressed lines and his usual frown. Kratos looked even more handsome under the lull of sleep.

His arms were secured around you like a lifeline. It wasn’t a lover’s embrace, but the comfort of another person’s body aiding you both into a dreamless sleep. Although, it would be a lie if you said your heart didn’t flutter when you woke up to his face buried in your neck, the scruff of his beard making your skin prickle and heat.

You managed to slip out of the bed without waking the beast of a man. A feat when he held you so tight. When you made it to the door you chanced one more look back at Kratos, a heaviness settling inside you. For days you’ll blame your abrupt intimacy on you both drinking, but it would take oceans of alcohol to muddy the god’s mind.

Kratos never said anything about that night; never said that you helped him have the first truly peaceful sleep in his lifetime.

The sane part of your brain is cursing you for laying in Kratos’s bed like a loyal dog waiting for its master. Especially when he gave you no inkling that your presence was wanted. You’re so lost in your thoughts that you flinch when the door opens.

Kratos doesn’t falter at your uninvited presence as he shuts the bedroom door with a heavy sigh. You sit up on his bed as he takes off his armor with rough hands, letting the items loudly clank to the floor with little care. The blades go first, then his cuffs, and the axe.

Concern fills you at his sullen state. Emotions can only be bottled up for so long and Kratos was an expert at doing just that. You know he doesn’t want your help, but he needed it more than he’ll ever admit.

“You carry your burdens with you in mind and hand.” Your eyes trail to his Blades of Chaos on the floor. They act as physical reminders of the pain and suffering he caused not only strangers and gods, but the ones he loved the most.

“What do you know of carrying burdens?” His voice is gruff, but not fueled with malice.

“Don’t you remember that night?”

Guilt washes over Kratos’s features as remembrance dawns on him. The furrow of his brows and the twitch of his jaw is evidence enough. Sighing, you scoot to the edge of the bed, “I will not claim to understand your suffering Kratos, but I do know what it means to be lost. To follow your path while being confused as to why you must. To wonder why you get to live when they don’t.”

Kratos’s shoulders are visibly tense as you stare up at him. Standing up, an idea pops into your head that is so outlandish that you whisper it in hopes that he doesn’t completely hear it.

“For just one night give your burdens to me. Let me take care of you, Kratos. Someone needs to. Let that someone be me.”

A part of you doesn’t think but knows he will reject you. Especially when those eyes filled with shadows stare at yours unblinking and unwavering in their passivity. Who were you to ask for something so personal?

A love-sick fool, that’s who.

Every fiber of your being is pulled toward Kratos, but that doesn’t mean the feeling is mutual. Dejection washes over you at your boldness fueled by foolish hope. Right when you’re going to walk away, Kratos clears his throat.

“Okay.”

You blink at him like a small child would at the sight of a giant bear. Odin himself must have been playing a trick on you because you can’t believe that Kratos just accepted your proposition. For a solid minute, you stay standing with your chests inches apart.

Heat blooms in your cheeks as you become acutely aware of your closeness. Every deep breath he takes causes his taut stomach to brush against you. Your neck starts to feel the strain of having to crane back to make eye contact with him.

“Do I need to speak in even simpler words?” Kratos’s deep voice snaps you out of your gawking. Never had a man made you feel like a mere mortal; let alone make you like the idea of being overpowered.

“I-“ You clear your throat, finally letting the air dense with an unspoken tension fill your lungs, “N-no.”

Unconsciously, you rub your hands on your trousers and take a deep breath to steady yourself. “Sit on the bed.”

Kratos follows your command without question. Carefully, you crawl behind him on the bed and prop yourself on your knees. The skin under your hands tenses when you bring them up to rest on his shoulders.

“Relax. I mean you no harm. I swear.”

Your voice is just above a whisper and laced with sincerity. You begin to knead the endless knots that harden Kratos’s shoulders. The endless burdens he carries on his back would crush any mortal. When Kratos lets out a satisfied groan you have to bite your lip to stifle out a noise of your own.

Now’s not the time to start frothing at the mouth.

Instead of letting yourself turn into a pathetic puddle of suppressed desire, you opt to continue your efforts to comfort.

“We will get to Asgard. Atreus was raised by a strong man. I know he is doing more than fine.”

“A strong man perhaps, but not a noble one.”

Your thumbs travel down to press into the rigid flesh of his shoulder blades while you scoff.

“What does it mean to be noble? You are strong, courageous, watchful, full of wisdom, and give astute instruction. Those are very noble traits.”

Kratos shakes his head, “You do not know the extent of my sins.”

You sigh at the persistence of his inadequacy. How could he not see that his obvious guilt was the biggest indicator of his good heart? Your hands move to his bulky chest to lightly rub the muscles.

“We are more than the sum of our parts, Kratos. Bad deeds cannot be undone, but what we do after is what matters most. We must be better, work harder, and do whatever it takes to keep the realms from falling into chaos.”

At your words, Kratos takes hold of your wrists, “Where did you hear that?”

“I heard that from centuries of living. From reaching the lowest I could possibly go and coming out of it stronger than I was before.”

You move so you’re next to his side and only hesitate for a fraction of a second before you bring a hand to his cheek. Kratos doesn’t resist as you turn his head with the gentle guidance of your palm. Instinctively your thumb gently rubs back and forth against his rough flesh. The gesture feels different than the last time. It’s more intimate, rawer.

“You’re a good man, father, and friend, but if you continue to let the past dictate your future you will never see that for yourself.” You bring your other hand up to rest on the middle of his chest, “Open your heart. I promise it will only serve to make you stronger, not weaker.”

The way Kratos is looking into your eyes leaves you breathless. It’s almost like he’s seeing you for the first time. Not your outward appearance, but the depths of your soul.

Unlike usual, the silence that fills the room is stifling. So much so that your skin begins to heat, a humid tension that rivals Vanaheim hanging in the air. Maybe you said too much. Maybe you’re silly for spewing your opinions to a man who didn’t ask for them. Maybe this is what it feels like to love someone that’s out of your grasp.

Dejected by your imprudence you leave him with one last thought, “The totality of emotions can either make or break a man. What will it do to you?”

When you try to climb off the bed, one of Kratos’s hands shoots out to grab your bicep.

“Where are you going, woman.”

His voice is deep and reminds you of the forcefulness of booming thunder. One that shakes you more than Thor could ever make. Swallowing thickly, you advert your eyes to the ground, “I don’t want to disturb you any further.”

“Stay.”

Without another word, you let Kratos slowly pull you down on the bed. Half of your body lays on him as he rests his chin on your head. He feels safe and solid, protecting and proud. If only he can see what you see. If only he can feel what you feel.

You let yourself indulge in being in Kratos’s arms just like before and close your eyes. In seconds your body relaxes. Exhaustion mixed with the tidal wave of emotions you’ve gone through makes the perfect sedative.

Kratos watches your breathing slow as you go lax on his chest. He can’t help but admire you in the secrecy of your sleep.

The light shining through the window casts a glowing effect on your long locks, making it seem as though a halo is over your head. Your hair reminds him of the sunsets in Sparta, golden and awe-inspiring. More than that you remind him of that comforting feeling that comes with being where one belongs.

Home.

When Kratos grunts at the absurdity of his thoughts, the noise causes your leg around his hip to tighten. He carefully traces your spine with the tips of his thick fingers. You’re so small and fragile in his hold, like a mouse cuddling in a bear’s den during a frigid winter despite the looming danger.

You’re unlike any goddess he’s met before; calm, kind of heart, strong, and free from the chains of greed that comes with a being with that kind of power. You told Kratos to open his heart and be better for the future. Only one other woman told him those exact words.

“The culmination of love is grief. And yet we love despite the inevitable; we open our hearts to it. To grieve deeply is to have loved fully. Open your heart to the world as you have opened it to me and you will find every reason to keep living in it.”

An epiphany hits Kratos so hard that it causes him to hold you tighter to his chest.

You’re something to live for.

Any and all interactions are greatly appreciated.

greek translation: agápi = love

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bigenergy777 · 4 months

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I Hate You~Liam Dunbar

WARRING: Cussing,P-in-V Sex,Hate Sex

It was nearly impossible to find a hotel this late at night with rooms available, but we were lucky—until Scott revealed Liam and I would be sharing a room.

"You have to be kidding, right? I glare at Liam and yell, "There's no way I'm sharing a room with him."

"Listen, I understand it's not ideal, but we have no choice. Scott sighs, "It's one night you'll both be fine."

Liam complains, "This is going to be the worst night of my life."

"Oh my god, I'm done listening to the two of you." Let's head to our rooms and leave early in the morning," says Stiles.

Liam and I keep giving each other glares as everyone nods. After arriving at our room, unlocking the door, and setting all of our stuff down, there was only silence.

"I'm going to change."

"Good for you," Liam murmurs.

I changed into shorts and a basic t-shirt. When I walk out, I can feel Liam's gaze moving over my entire body. He has changed, too, and he's not wearing a shirt. I decided not to say anything about it.

I sighed as I climbed into bed, already irritated by how much room Liam was taking up.

"Move over for fuck sakes, and stay on your side," I scoffed.

"Trust me, I don't want to be any closer to you than I need to." He scoffed back.

Liam gives me another quick glance before he moves over, switches off the lamp, and settles in.

I turn with my back to him and try to nod off.

I woke up to Liam's body right against mine and his hand on my hip, not realizing how much time had passed.

How the hell are we in this position at all?

"You wouldn't stop moving your fucking hips, and I was freezing, so I moved over," he complains, obviously sensing that I had woken up.

"Okay, there's no reason for the fucking attitude." I scoffed

"Maybe if you weren't basically grinding against my dick and giving me a hard on, I wouldn't have to give attitude," he responds.

Suddenly, my breath caught in my throat as I became fully aware of his dick pressing against my ass.

I mumble, "Sounds like a problem," relieved that it was dark and he couldn't see the blush that had formed on my cheeks.

"Keep it up, and you'll be a whimpering mess beneath me," he responds.

That one sentence was all it took for me to start experiencing pain in the space between my legs.

"What, not another snarky return? Too shaken up by my words?" He questions.

"Fuck off and let me go back to sleep," I complained, not wanting to acknowledge that I was being affected by him.

I sigh as his hand slides under my shorts and rubs my clit in circles.

I felt his fingers go to my entrance and make circles around it, so I spread my legs wider.

"I-Liam." I whimper.

“Tell me what you need, baby.”

I beg, "Stop teasing," my body aching for his fingers to be inside me.

"Mm, but you sound so good begging for me, like a needy slut," he responds.

"Please, I need it," I beg once more as his teasing drives me crazy.

"I always knew you were a little slut." He curls two fingers, hitting that special spot deep inside of me.

"Oh my god," I moan.

He says something I can't hear because I'm too busy feeling good and because the knot in my stomach is getting bigger.

"Are you listening to me?" He asks, bringing me back to the present moment as he grabs my face, turns it to face him, and removes his fingers.

"I- what? What are you doing? Why did you stop?” I stammer, frustrated that his fingers aren't inside of me.

With a growl, he reaches for my neck and squeezes, saying, "God, you need to learn how to fucking listen."

"I said you're going to ride me so I can see how good of a slut you can be."

"Fuck, yeah, okay." I moaned

His dick shot out and smacked his stomach as I watched him shuffling to take off his boxers and pajamas.

"Take your shirt off." He yelled as he watched me take it off, and then he took both of my breasts and played with my nipples.

"Please.” I beg

"Please what?" He asked back.

"Please let me ride you. I need you." I cry out.

I watch as his hand moves and he spits on it, then begins to jerk off.

"I don’t know. I could just keep getting myself off watching you instead," he replies.

I choke out, almost mesmerized by the way his hand moves up and down. My pussy throbbing for him.

"Liam, fuck, come on."

With a smirk, he says, "So needy, hop on."

I moved so he was facing my entrance and started to lower myself, wincing as his size caused my pussy to stretch.

"You can take it. "Don't act like you can't," he commands.

With my hands supporting his lower abdomen, he growls out as he fully enters me.

My pace fastened, moving up and down as I went. I saw his eyes follow my body up and down several times.

"Fuck me, you really are a little slut." He moans.

"So fucking tight."

I whimper, "Feels—feels so good."

Liam is starting to push his hips up, matching my pace and meeting mine every time I lower myself again, which only makes me more and more satisfied.

"Liam, fuck, I'm going to come," I moan as his dick hits my g-spot, sending a chill down my spine.

"Hold it, not yet," he responds.

"What?" I whine

"You're going to wait till I do." He groans and thrusts his hips more forcefully.

"I can't hold it."

"You can and you will."

I let out a whimper and leaned back, doing everything within me to follow his orders.

It was almost too much for me to handle, as I felt his dick slamming into me.

"Oh, I'm coming. Fuck, fuck. Liam growls, his eyes tightly shut, as I feel him release into me.

The sight of him only makes it more difficult to resist. "Don't think about stopping," he says.

"Please," I pleaded, not sure that I could even contain myself for another moment.

"Such a slut, needing to come so badly," he grumbles. "Come for me."

My legs quickly grow weak as pleasure consumes my body, and I let out moans as my climax takes over.

"That was.”

"Amazing," he finished.

"I've never doubted for a second that I could have you begging for me."

"Jesus Christ, you couldn't just not be cocky for 5 minutes?" I groaned.

"Nope, it's in my nature." He shrugs

"Fuck, you're so annoying," I respond.

"You didn't seem to think I was annoying when you were screaming my name and begging to come," he grinned.

"You are now," I answer.

"Just wait. I’ll have you begging for me all over again.

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believesthings · 8 months

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Lose Your Mind // Ted lasso x reader

Summary: just a quick little fic while I work on some bigger projects. inspired by @my-soupy-brain’s “Together At Last” fic. Basically, Ted asks you to come to nelson road early before everyone else has clocked in, smut ensues from there.

Warnings: smut smut smut.

You’ve never heard the office so… quiet before. The sound of your footsteps is the only thing in your ear as you pace down the hallway to Ted’s office.

You were practically galloping.

Ted had been gone with the team for a stint of away games while you had stayed back with Higgins to take care of some Admin tasks.

As ridiculous as it probably sounded, it was the longest you’ve been away from Ted since you started dating and you missed him terribly.

When you got a message from Ted asking you to meet him early at Nelson Road this morning, you wasted no time.

“Ted?”

“Well, hey there sugar plum.”

God, he was a sight for sore eyes. His hair was slightly disheveled, stubble growing where he hadn’t shaved in a few days, his sleeves rolled up, exposing his forearms.

“Hi.”

He’s leaving against his desk, folding his arms over his chest. “Sorry to bother you so early, I just - we’ve been so busy and I haven’t gotten to see ya and I just wanted a little time for us, sorry it has to be like this.”

“That’s alright. God, I missed you.” You sprint to him, wrapping your arms around his middle and burrowing your face in his chest.

“Me too, sugar. You have no idea.” You can feel the vibrations of his chest underneath you when he speaks. His hands are reaching up to rub your back.

“You know, this is the longest I’ve gone without kissing you.” Ted says.

“Oh yeah? How you holding up?”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Not well. I’m all upside down and sideways. I almost put shaving cream on my toothbrush this morning.”

You looked up at him, taking his chin in your hand and running your hand over the stubble forming there. “Well, thank goodness you made it back to me in one piece. We should probably take care of that kiss situation before anything bad happens to you.”

You lean up and begin pressing kisses to his jaw but he quickly grabs you face and lifts your head up to his lips. Thank god no one is here because you’re practically moaning into his mouth.

He turns you over and lifts you up onto his desk, reversing your positions. He stands between your legs, running his hands up your thighs while you undo the buttons of his shirt. The cold, hard wooden desk wasn’t exactly the ideal spot for this, but at the moment, neither you really seemed to care. Once you had undone all the buttons you were pushing the fabric off his shoulders, you dip down and kiss the sensitive spots of his neck, whimpering while you writhed beneath him. Ted was losing his mind at the sensations you were creating. Your mouth was sucking at his pulse points, body pressed up against his. With your legs wrapped around his lower half, you’re pulling his growing erection closer towards you, Ted was acutely aware that only a bit of fabric separated him from your sweet pussy.

Fuck it, he decides. Your dress has already risen to an obscene height and he guides the material up your body, encouraging you to lift your arms and remove the garment completely.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers against your mouth.

You move your hands to undo his belt. Ted always takes such care to make sure that you’re satisfied and you really want to make this one about him. You were pushing his khakis off his body but once you started to go for his boxers, he grabs your wrists.

“Honey…” he warns, he is still kissing on your chest but he is acutely aware that you’re in public and while your both here early, that didn’t mean that someone couldn’t show up at any moment.

“No sex, Ted. Not right now. I don’t think we’re gonna have time for that this morning. But, you’ve been away and I want to make this good for you.” Even though you are the only two there, you’re still whispering like someone could bust in at any moment. “Don’t worry about me. Just let yourself enjoy it.”

He lets out a whimper at your words and nods letting you continue pushing off his boxers. You can feel his erection buck forward towards you once you completely get his clothes off. Reaching down, you push your panties, leaving you both completely naked. Ted could feel himself getting impossibly hard. He hasn’t really anticipated things going this far but he trusted you enough to do as you said, to just let his body react and enjoy your movements. He loved the way you felt moving underneath him. He leaned you back onto the desk and took in the sight you pinned beneath his body. You took his cock in your hand, stroking him, seeming to take your time over every ridge and groove as if you weren’t already intimately familiar with it. He moaned out in response to your movements.

“Oh my god - honey.” He croaks out.

Your other hand crawled up to the back of his head and you pull him down into a hungry kiss, quieting his moans with your own mouth as you continue to stoke his cock. Ted’s breathing is getting heavier when he begins to feel you position the head of his cock just outside the center of your pussy.

He tenses up, you break the kiss and force him to look at you. “Relax, baby.”

He nods although he really wasn’t sure what your were about to do.

“Look at me.” You whisper. He fought to keep his eyes open and focused on you. When he felt you take the tip of his cock and grind it against the wetness of your pussy, he thought he was going to lose his mind.

“Oh god”. He moans out. It takes every ounce of self control he has to keep from thrusting his hips forward and entering you. He knows how tight you would be and being away you from you for so long, he wants you badly, more than he wants his next breath.

You’re far from unaffected yourself. You were naked. He was on top of you. His chest on perfect display for you, his cock positioned at your entrance, teasing your pussy, causing you to practically drop onto the surface of his desk.

It wouldn’t have taken much. All you would have to do is slide your body a few inches down and he’d be inside you. But you knew this wasn’t the place for it. People would be filing in any minute, if they haven’t already. You can feel your self control beginning to slip so you decide to reposition yourself so that temptation wasn’t just a breath away.

Ted groaned at the loss of sensation, but there was also a sense of relief since he wouldn’t have to fight with his body to remain in control.

Truthfully, he wasn’t sure how much longer he would have been able to hold out. To compensate for the loss, you tighten the grip you had on him and watched his eyes fall shut. You wrapped your legs around him tightly, maintaining smooth, even stokes on his cock.

It wasn’t sex, but it felt amazing. Ted looked down at you, his lips brushing against yours as he continued to thrust into your hand. The sounds of your moans and the feel of your body, naked against his own, was enough to send him to the brink.

He began to move harder and faster against you, his breathing growing more erratic, until with one final push, he finally reached his release. He collapsed against you, trying to catch his breath. Once he finally did, he rolled off you.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” He whispers, kissing the side of your head.

“Geez, sorry honey. It looks like I made a mess of you.”

You give him a shy smile as you start to clean yourself off and get redressed, “don’t worry about it.” You assured him. Ted retrieved his boxers and khakis and put them back on. You sneak into the bathroom to finish cleaning yourself up and make it look like you hadn’t just been engaging in incredibly naughty behavior in the workplace.

Once you return, you see Ted with a sheepish expression on his face, holding up a cup of coffee. “Sorry, darling. I bought this for ya this morning but I guess I got so wrapped up in our activity there that I forgot to give it to you. It’s probably cold by now.”

You take the cup from him anyway. “That’s alright.” Truthfully, after what you just did with Ted, you didn’t really think you’d need it.

You could hear the chatter of voice down the hall coming closer. Ted did a quick inspection of the office to make sure you hadn’t left behind any evidence of this morning’s events.

Ted gives you one final kiss goodbye. When he pulls back he whispers, “we’ll um - finish up the rest of this tonight?”

“Wouldn’t miss it, Coach.”

He groans. He can’t tell if you genuinely don’t know how much it turns him on when you call him coach or if you do know and you do it anyway just to get a rise out of him.

“Love you, honey.”

You quip back, “I love you more.”

He grins at you, “I don’t think that’s possible.”

“I guess that’s just something we’ll have to settle tonight too.”

You give him one last kiss and you’re out the door, on the way to your own office before he can even process your words.

Glancing at the clock, he wants to scream at the amount of hours that stand between him and the promised tonight. He loves coaching. His loves this team. but god, he couldn’t stop thinking about you and what you had in store for him.

If he knows you as well as he thinks he does, he was sure it was bound to make him lose his fucking mind.

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221bshrlocked · 2 years

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Stripped Down to the Bone

Pairing: The Mandalorian (Din Djarin) x Fem!Reader

Words: 12,267

Warnings: Brief description of violence. Loss of a hand. Some angst. Lots of fluff and descriptive smut. Dirty talk (including some degradation). Choking. Hair pulling. Spanking. Fingering. Squirting. Over-stimulation. Penetrative, unprotected sex (wrap the shlong before you king kong people). Fluffy after-care because Mando may be a kinky bastard but he is a giant teddy bear at heart. Love confessions. [Do let me know if I forgot something.]

Summary: “As you watch Mando drag the unconscious body, along with the severed hand, into the carbon-freezer, you can’t help but dwell on that second thought a little bit longer. Mando doesn’t once look away from you as he finally puts the man into the freezer and slams it shut. He doesn’t bother turning his attention elsewhere as he sheathes the Saber down into the handle and pushes it back into his belt. He doesn’t care for how menacing he looks as he steps towards you and eyes your shaking form.”

A/N: I couldn’t get over this fic I wrote a while back so I wanted to approach it from a different perspective. What if reader doesn’t get hurt and Din can’t keep to himself anymore? It’s been a while since I wrote for our favorite bounty hunter (because the inspiration has been difficult) but as you can see, I’m feeling things and they thankfully manifested in a fic that was originally supposed to be much filthiest but the fluff got in the way so it came out less angsty and dirty than I thought. Let me know how I’m doing in the comments please :) You can add yourself to the taglist here. (This is not beta’d so I do apologize for any mistakes)

In all your time with the Mandalorian, you never thought he would ever reach the point where he would allow his anger to get the best of him. You couldn’t say anything though, afraid he’d misunderstand and, in his fury, tell you to find someone else to work for. It was irritating to know that even if he were to speak untruthful but hurtful words to you, you would forgive him and make up some excuse so you wouldn’t let it get to you. He never told you much about the string of events that lead to him taking you on, but you recall the brief hints Greef Karga chose to reveal to you months ago and you realize that maybe, just maybe, they were starting to catch up to him. Up until now, Mando was quite pleasant to work with. Not once did he step over the line with you, even when you knew you deserved some harsh words for the dumb mistakes you made.

But things were different now. The smallest inconvenience leads him to lose his self-control, which, most of the time, came in the shape of a loud curse or an extremely annoyed Mando leaving the ship and strutting into the wilderness of whatever planet you are on. You never brought it up to him after he calmed down and returned to the ship, and you weren’t about to start doing that now. There was some sort of a mutual understanding consisting of Mando nodding his apology and you smiling at him before you worked on whatever it was that needed fixing. It wasn’t ideal, but you weren’t in the position to tell him that he can confide in you.

He had lost his foundling. He was placed in a position he never asked for. And most importantly, he was your boss.

Yeah, you were definitely not in the place to say anything.

Ironically, just as you are repeating the last words over and over again, a loud crashing sound from outside the ship breaks you out of your haze. You’re not sure at first if you should go check it out or not, but then you hear another voice swearing and shooting at Mando, and you realize that it would probably be best if you ran to make sure that he was alright. As soon as you slide down the ladder, you dive behind a large crate to avoid getting shot at. Waiting a few seconds until you are sure you aren’t going to be caught in the crossfire, you peek your head from the side and look down to see what is happening.

What you find shouldn’t be surprising to you but you’re shocked nonetheless because even when he wasn’t paying complete attention to his surroundings, it was still difficult to get the upper hand on Mando. Just like the past few hunts, Mando was trying his best to bring in the bounty alive and breathing. And just like every time, he ended up losing his control on the situation which led to the bounty fighting for his life by attempting to shoot his way out.

It’s an unnecessary inconvenience that you know will leave an extremely furious and annoyed bounty hunter in your vicinity for the next few days.

As much as you want to not get involved, you know that the longer it takes to gain control of the bounty, the worse it will be once he is shackled and frozen. Without thinking twice of how Mando will react to your actions, you take a deep breath and stand from behind the crate, swearing to yourself when you look to the side and see Mando’s helmet tilt your way.

Pfassk, he was going to be pissed.

You don’t waste the few seconds of surprise on the bounty’s features, and as he turns the blaster your way to shoot you, you shut your eyes and hope that Mando uses the idiot’s distraction to hit him. Thinking that you’re about to hear a blaster go off, you wince in fear and expect the worst. But you reluctantly open your eyes as soon as you hear a familiar loud, vibrating sound echo through the air. You gulp nervously when you look down the ramp and see Mando approaching the bounty with the Darksaber in his hand. He easily evades the blaster shots, and even blocks a few of them with the dangerous weapon. Before you can tell him that the price on this bounty’s head was higher if he were to be brought in alive, Mando slices the thief’s hand and headbutts him hard enough that he falls to the ground in pain.

The display of power should scare you. It should send you running to the hills with the goal of never returning again. It should make you wish you weren’t ever caught up with someone like the Guild’s best.

But none of that crosses through your mind.

No.

The only thing your sick, and rather twisted, brain can think of is how dominant and attractive Mando looked as he easily disarmed the bounty, how much you wanted to be controlled by him. The following thought isn’t any better.

As you watch Mando drag the unconscious body, along with the severed hand, into the carbon-freezer, you can’t help but dwell on that second thought a little bit longer. Mando doesn’t once look away from you as he finally puts the man into the freezer and slams it shut. He doesn’t bother turning his attention elsewhere as he sheathes the Saber down into the handle and pushes it back into his belt. He doesn’t care for how menacing he looks as he steps towards you and eyes your shaking form.

“Don’t ever do that again.” His voice should instill fear into your soul, but as he makes his way up to the cockpit, you continue to humor the spiraling emotions in your mind’s eye.

Why is that making me so wet?

You don’t get to stand there in silence for too long though because as the ship comes to life, you realize that Mando expected you to shut the ramp before he takes off. You snap out of your haze and run towards the control panel ahead of you, quickly pushing in the correct combination of numbers and sighing in relief when the ramp returns to its shut position. As the ship ascends outside of the planet’s air, you try to think of an explanation to tell Mando about your obviously-reckless actions. Before you can even come up with one good response, Mando puts the ship into hyperspace, making you fall backward and slam into the crate behind you. You silently swear at his intentions before you get up and wobble to your room.

You rub the back of your head as you shut the door behind you and make your way to the refresher. As soon as you’re in there, you part your hair to make sure that there wasn’t any blood from the fall. You’re relieved when there isn’t any and curse Mando for being so childish.

“I was only trying to help,” you pout at the reflection staring back at you before turning on the hot water. As you wipe at your face and neck, an image of Mando manhandling the bounty flashes through your mind and makes you flinch in shock. You groan irritatingly when it occurs to you that the rest of the night was probably going to consist of you trying to think of anything but the bounty hunter pushing you down beneath him and having his way with you. You curse quietly as you dry your face and move back to your room. The silence moving across the ship lets you know that Mando probably wasn’t going to leave the cockpit any time soon so you strip out of your clothes and into your nightgown.

And just as you expected, as you move around the room to get ready for a night of self-care and relaxation, you continue to picture Mando touching every inch of your skin. You’re not sure if he’s the type that likes to leave a mark or two, or if he’s a gentle lover. Taking the events of the day into consideration, you realize that he might be the former.

Although, it would be nice to feel his lips leave a trail of soft kisses down your spine.

“If only…”

You whisper to yourself as you grab the pitcher of water to bring it to your bedside only to laugh humorlessly when you notice that it’s as dry as a Tatooine day. As positive as you were that Mando wouldn’t leave the pilot’s seat for the next few hours, you really were going to try and avoid walking out of your room until you absolutely had to. It takes you a few minutes to think of the pros and cons of potentially running into him but the need for water outweighs your “fear” of Mando. Mustering up some courage, you put on a long, warm coat before walking out of your room. Standing in the middle of the hall for a few seconds, you listen intently for any sounds that might be coming from the main area. When you don’t hear anything but the consistently quiet sound of space, you sigh in relief and tiptoe towards the kitchen area.

As you fill up the pitcher with cool water, your mind takes a turn once more and conjures up the filthiest images possible. A shiver runs down your spine when you recall Mando’s dangerously rough voice as he warned you before he went to the cockpit. Maker, would he sound like that when he’s fucking you senseless? Or would he fill the air with delicious moans and grunts as he thrust his cock into your wet mouth? The prospect of having either of those things puts you in a daze and it isn’t until you feel a cold sensation run down your arm that you shake from your reverie and look down at the pitcher.

“Kriffing hell,” you swear as you shut the water off and put the pitcher aside to clean up the mess you made. When you’ve completely dried the puddle on the floor, you turn around to discard the towel but freeze when you look up and see Mando standing still right in front of you.

Without his helmet.

Unlike before, when your heart skipped a beat just from studying him as he easily moved the bounty around, the muscle in your chest threatens to leap out of your ribcage now for a whole different reason. You stand there, speechless and terrified of what may occur within the next few moments. In your time aboard this ship, not once did you think you would ever run into this specific issue. He was terribly careful with where he went and you were always sure to make as much noise as possible when you were moving around so he would hear you coming.

But here you were, unable to look away from the face you’ve wondered about ever since you met him. Even though you know you should shut your eyes and tell him that this was all an accident, that you had a shit memory and probably wouldn’t remember anything particular about his features, you can’t bring yourself to turn away from him. And just like earlier, when you only had one thought running through your mind, you’re back on that train again, except this time, you’re not thinking of how attractive he is, or how much he’s turning you on.

No, you’re thinking about something much more important, more unfortunate the longer you dwell on it.

Maker, those eyes will be haunting my dreams every night.

“M-Mando?” He must misunderstand your hesitation for fear because his frown deepens as he removes all the weapons from his person and sets them down on one of the tables. You watch his every move, not because you think he might hurt you, but because he wasn’t wearing his gloves and you wanted to commit every inch of his skin to memory.

When he looks at you again, you gulp nervously and stare at him in silence.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Somehow, the whisper is as loud as a terrified bantha and it’s your turn to furrow your eyebrows at him in confusion. You wish you could tell him that you would enjoy it immensely if he did hurt you but you push those twisted wishes down for his sake.

“I never thought you would.” Even though you don’t mean for the response to come out defensive, it is slightly more aggressive than you mean. You watch as his shoulders relax at your truthful response before he approaches you. Mando never once turns his attention elsewhere and you remain immobile to avoid making him think that you were, in fact, afraid of him. Even though you feel a little claustrophobic from how close he is, you don’t dare breathe a word, choosing to give him all the control so he feels comfortable with you.

“Mesh’la, why would you do something so reckless?” You’re not sure what he’s calling you but you don’t bother asking him, knowing that it was the wrong detail to dwell on in his question. It takes you a few extra seconds to reply to him because you’re busy roaming your eyes across his features. Maker, it was a shame that he wore a helmet. Deep down, you knew that it didn’t matter if he was handsome or not because even with that barrier, you still found him interesting. But it really bothered you to know now that all of that was hiding beneath a mask. Up until now, you had to rely on the slightest tilt of the helmet and his body language to figure out what he was feeling. But now that he wasn’t wearing it, you find it rather difficult to look anywhere else but his face. He was so expressive and if you didn’t know any better, you would have asked him if he was crying. His eyes weren’t completely red, but there were unshed tears covering his pretty brown orbs, tears that you knew would kill you if they rolled down his cheeks. As your attention moves across his skin, you feel bad for wanting to lean up and kiss his aquiline nose, but when you finally reach the edge of his features and notice how soft and rosey his lips look, you can’t help but wish he was claiming your skin with them instead of asking you why you put your life in danger.

You blink out of your dazed mind when you notice that you never answered his question.

Damn him and that pretty little pout.

“I- I was only trying to help. I’m sorry.” Even though you would rather not apologize for aiding in the hunt, you figure it was probably the best thing to do now to avoid any unnecessary argument.

“You could have gotten hurt.” Mando is a man of few words but you hated how short his replies were in that moment because it made it more difficult to figure out what he was trying to tell you.

“Why would I have gotten hurt when you were there? I trust you Mando, with my life.” It’s almost as if you declared something unnatural and unexpected to him because as soon as your revelation registers in his mind, Mando’s frown grows and he steps away from you. You don’t have any time to react because as always, Mando’s anger makes itself known in an instant. He’s pacing back and forth in front of you, eyes aimed to the ground and refusing to acknowledge that you were still there. You take a step toward him but he moves away from you, holding out his hand to make you stop and not grow any closer to him.

“Mando I-”

“I could have lost you, I don’t know what I would have done if anything happened to you. I can’t lose you, not you. I already lost everything I ever cared for, you- you don’t understand what would happen to me if- if you were hurt.” You’re not sure if he’s talking to you or at you, but you can’t find it in yourself to care because his confessions finally explain why he was so harsh with you earlier. Mando doesn’t stop once, his feet ringing across the silent space and making you more nervous than ever. You can tell that he’s trying to reconcile what he’s feeling with the unexpected events with the bounty and when his anger increases, you take a deep breath and try to approach him again.

Mando shakes his head and turns away from you, stopping his anxious movement just as he looks to the ground in defeat. You can tell that he’s still tense from his clenched fists and the way his shoulders refuse to rest.

As cautiously as possible, you make your way to him and slowly reach for his arms. He flinches at your touch but doesn’t budge and you sigh in relief when he doesn’t try to move away from you or deny you. The two of you stand in an uncomfortable silence for longer than necessary but unlike Mando, who doesn’t want to open his mouth again out of fear of saying something offensive, you hold your tongue until you come up with something that won’t cause him to react negatively.

Nothing comes to mind right away. It’s difficult to negotiate with him when he’s like this.

Then you look down at his gloveless hands and a strange idea briefly crosses your mind. You want to smack yourself for thinking of something like this in such a moment, but when you notice the sheer amount of pent up energy that he’s managing to keep under control across his form, you realize that this line of reasoning, while inappropriate, would probably be the perfect remedy to him.

“Use me.” You can’t bring yourself to say those words louder and you curse yourself for not being able to grow enough confidence and raise your voice because as expected, Mando doesn’t react. As a matter of fact, he somehow becomes more still than before, and unlike a few seconds ago when you could still hear his violent breathing, you can’t hear a single peep out of him now. Thinking that he probably didn’t hear you, you grasp onto his shoulders even tighter than before and swallow the lump in your throat nervously to prepare for suggesting to him again.

“What did you just say?” His question nearly makes you jump out of your skin, but you don’t try to explain yourself, and instead tug on his clothes to get his attention. You never worried before from Mando’s elongated silence but now that he wasn’t even acknowledging you, you felt your face heat up with embarrassment.

“Use me…you’re frustrated, and you have a lot of pent-up energy, and the bounty clearly didn’t help with- well, it just made things worse. So use me, take out all your frustrations on me.” You can tell he’s having a difficult time breathing, perhaps more so than you, but you don’t let him go. In fact, you keep your hold on him as you slowly turn around until you’re standing face to face. You notice the second he shut his eyes so he isn’t looking at you, and you’re not sure if you should feel offended by the minute action or if you should feel bad for him.

“I can take it.” You whisper one last time as you move your hand up his arms until they’re resting on his shoulders. He still refuses to look at you, and you hope with all of your heart that he doesn’t get offended by what you are about to do. Slowly, you massage his tense muscles as you continue your journey to his neck, and when you finally touch his skin, you find it much hotter than you anticipated. Fuck, did he always run hot or was the prospect of being intimate with each other affecting him as much as it was affecting you? You furrow your eyebrows for a second before you remember to relax your facial expressions so he doesn’t misunderstand if his eyes flutter open again. You study him carefully, and watch in fascination as his body comes to live with shivers the longer you keep your palm on his skin. When the moment stretches longer than your liking, you gulp down the anxiety bubbling up in your throat as you stretch your fingers until your whole hand rests on his cheeks.

In an instant, Mando’s face tilts to the side and you almost break when you see him trying to nuzzle into both of your palms simultaneously.

“You don’t know what you’re asking.” His voice breaks as he lets his words swim in the air between the two of you, and even though he is much quieter than before, you find the tone of his voice much more intense, deeper even. More fearful perhaps?

“I do. Mando…believe me, I do.” You take a step into his space and lick your lower lip when you notice his features begin to relax beneath your touch. You thank the stars his eyes are closed because you are sure you would not be able to look at him this closely if his darkened orbs were studying you as well. On queue, his eyes open and you have to push down the gasp threatening to make its way past your lips when you see a few specs of gold peppering across his brown eyes. He’s staring at you in a way that makes you feel as if you were the most admired planet in this galaxy and even though you want to tell him, then and there, that you don’t deserve to be adored this much, you bask in the warmth his attention offers you.

“If you know what I want to- what I wish I can do to you, you’d never look at me again. You’d leave me.” He breaks the silence, and bites into his lower lip when he notices the way you’re studying the brief nervous tick. There is something you want to say to him, it’s right there at the tip of your tongue, but you forget what you want to say to him when you see him wet his chapped lips. Gradually shifting your attention across his face, you meditate for a second on his nose before you finally focus on his eyes again. Even though you’ve already established that it’s rather difficult to keep contact with them, you know for a fact that you need him to look at you when you reveal your next words. He had to know, he needed to know that you weren’t lying to him.

You wanted him to know, for your own sanity.

“Take what you want Mando, I’m yours.”

It shouldn’t come as a surprise to you that the effect your confession is having on him doesn’t come in the form of a dramatic response. You are taken aback, however, by the way his body jolts ahead into your space before it ceases to move once more. It was almost as if he wanted to crush you in his arms but remembered that he can’t do so quite yet. At least he thought he couldn’t.

“I don’t want to lose you.” The exclamation tugs at your heart and you realize then that Mando was even more difficult to convince when he was vulnerable.

“You won’t.” You smile at him, and hope that he recognizes the truth behind your words. He says nothing in return and you begin to lose hope that he would ever understand how much you adore him, how much you’re willing to give up to make him happy.

“Tell me, tell me what you want.” You rub just below his eyes with your thumbs when you notice a few tears escape his beautiful eyes. The action doesn’t go unnoticed by Mando, and you sigh in relief when his shoulders relax and he slips his arms around your back to pull you closer to him.

“You. I only want you mesh’la. I want all of you.” You lean up as he breathes those final words against your forehead and before you let that crippling sense of doubt run through your mind again, you shut your eyes and surrender to him. Just as you’re about to taste his lips, those lips that you never thought you’d ever touch, let alone see, Mando stops and pulls away from you. Thinking that you did something wrong, you open your eyes and pout at him, ready to apologize for stepping over any boundary he wasn’t ready to allow you to cross just yet.

“I- I can’t let you kiss me,” he says to you and you have to force yourself to not openly cry at the seriousness behind his words. You try to pull away from him but his arms tighten around you, making you look at him with nothing but confusion. You’re about to ask him what you’re allowed to do when he bumps your nose with his own and smiles at you.

“Not without hearing you say my name.” For some reason, his declaration feels more intimate than everything the two of you said so far. As much as you want him to tell you his name, you shake your head and ignore the way he frowns at you.

“You…you don’t have to tell me.” You want him to know that you don’t mind it if he still keeps this last bit of him untouched. He already revealed his face to you, and the last thing you wanted him to think is that you were greedy for more. As much as you want to scream his name as he fucked you and used your body for his own pleasure, you knew that this may be too difficult for him. He couldn’t take it back, just as you wouldn’t be able to forget his face.

“I want to, I want to hear you say my name sweet girl…I want to hear you moan it as I kiss every inch of you, as I explore your body with my hands and my lips, as I- as I feel you welcome me in your cunt…as I fuck you the way I’ve wanted to for so long. I want to hear you scream my name mesh’la, because I don’t think I’ll be able to live another day if you don’t know me, all of me.” You can feel his hands shaking around your waist, and you’re not sure if it’s because he’s nervous or because he’s still trying to have some semblance of control. You find that the thought of both excites you, to know that you were making him this anxious and needy for you was almost as addicting as the warmth of his lips as they left a trail of molten lava across your cheeks.

“T-then tell me your name, let me make you feel good. I just want to make you feel good, want to give you everything you want.” You twist your hands into the fabric of his shirt in an attempt to ground yourself until he takes you to his bed, but the hard muscles of his shoulders send a shiver down your spine, a reminder that he was capable of inflicting so much damage on your body but that he would only take this as far as you were willing.

“My name, sweet girl, is Din Djarin. And I want to hear you say it as I mark every inch of your body.”

The hoarse command forces a gasp out of you, and before you can sound out his name, Din is claiming your mouth in a heated kiss, one that you were sure you wouldn’t forget any time soon. He twists his fingers into your hair, tugging on the loose strands until you stop fighting for control over the kiss. Your knees buckle in weakness at the display of dominance and Din takes advantage of your momentary distraction by pushing you back until you slam against the walls of the ship. You grunt in pleasure when you feel him let go of your neck and trail his hands down your body, all the while slipping his tongue into your mouth and tasting every inch of you. You’re already dizzy from the sheer strength and neediness Din is entrusting you with, and before you know it, he’s leaning down in an attempt to carry you against the wall.

Your nightgown quickly becomes a hindrance to Din’s plan and he breaks the kiss with a growl, not caring for how aggressive he must look to you as he kneels in front of you, takes hold of the bottom of the camisole, and rips it down the middle until it exposes your thighs to him. Your eyes widen in shock at his actions, but relax when Din looks up to gauge your reaction. You don’t want him to misunderstand your surprise for fear and so you turn to the side to avoid his hungry gaze, hoping he can see through your embarrassed response and recognize just how turned you are from the way he was touching you.

Din doesn’t waste another moment as he slips his hands beneath the camisole and slides them up your thighs to your ass. You reluctantly turn to him again and bite into your lip when he stands up abruptly and takes you with him. The sudden jerk of your body forces you to throw your arms around his neck for support, and Din smirks to himself as he urges you to wrap your legs around his waist as well.

“Fuck mesh’la, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” Din whispers as he drags one hand across the exposed flesh of your thigh, looking down for a moment to see the faint angry marks his nails left on your skin. You’re practically shaking in his arms, partially because you’re afraid he’ll drop you but mostly because of how unhinged he seems to be now that you were letting him do whatever he wanted with you.

“D-Din,” your voice barely comes out louder than a whisper but it’s all Din needs to hear to push you harder against the wall. You nuzzle into his neck when you feel his hard cock push against your wet core through his pants, and before you can beg him to just take you, he pulls away far enough to look at you, smiling wickedly at you as he rolls his hips once more and forces a moan from your lips. You throw your head back as he continues to thrust in between your thighs, and Din lunges forward to sink his teeth into your neck as he continues his movements and marks you.

“Oh maker Din- I…Din, you’re-” The words die in your throat when you feel Din’s other hand palm the fabric of your panties and slip underneath them. Your breath gets caught harshly in your throat when you focus on just how hot his hand feels as it squeezes your ass, and you wonder if his cock would feel just as excruciatingly warm as it filled your cunt.

“Kriffing hell, I thought my name would sound beautiful on your lips baby. But, ah fuck, didn’t think it would sound this filthy as well. Go on sweetheart, keep calling for me…beg me to pleasure you…beg.” His voice is strained and you can’t help but reach for his hair and tug on it as he licks down your throat until he reaches the top of your breasts. You want to give him what he wants, you want nothing more than to beg for him to drag you to his room and fuck you senslsess, but the more he leaves his mark on your skin, the less sense your mind can make of what’s happening, and you find it difficult to do what he wants, let alone think over the command in your hazy mind.

“I said, beg.” Din growls the command into your ear, and you arch your back into him when he wraps the top of your panties around his fingers and pulls on it until it rips. Your cunt clenches around nothing as the sound of the fabric ripping fills the quiet air, and your throat constricts further when Din crumples the flimsy material of your undergarment before shoving it against his nose and taking a long whiff of your scent.

“Fuck…the smell of you is addicting. I could drown in your scent, sweet girl…could fuck your pretty little cunt and have you gushing on my mouth all night long and I’d want more.” Your legs try to close as his words register in your mind, and Din senses your body’s reaction to him before you do, his eyes shifting from your panties to your legs and back up to your face in a matter of seconds, almost as if he was daring you to push him away. Your lips part to form a response, anything that can make him put you out of your misery, but then Din shoves your panties into the pocket of his pants and slowly drags his hand across your thigh until he has a firm grasp of your ass once more. Both of his palms spread across the expanse of your backside, and you watch as the smile on his handsome features widens further right before he places your feet down on the floor again.

You're not sure what he’s thinking, and don’t remove your hands from his shoulders even when he looks like he’s about to let you go. You watch his every move, hoping that he won’t leave you wanting for too long, and when his eyes roam down your heaving chest to where he’s exposed you to his hungry eyes, you tilt your heart to the side at the way he licks his lips like a predator. Following his line of sight, you silently curse and remove your hands to try and cover yourself when you notice how wet you are. But Din wouldn’t be the best hunter in the Guild if he didn’t have impeccable reflexes, and you whine his name when he reaches for both of your wrists and keeps them planted at your sides.

“Don’t even fucking think about hiding yourself from me. You said you’re mine.” His tone is somehow menacing and soft, and you think it might be because he wants to make sure that you were telling the truth.

“I am.” His shoulders visibly relax are your whispered confession, and the grip he has on your wrists tightens even further before he brings both of your hands to your back and silently orders you to keep them there.

“Then don’t hide from me what’s mine, cyar’ika.” He orders as he grabs your waist and massages it lightly, almost as if he wanted to calm you down before he attacked you again. Your breathing becomes erratic when you notice the way he’s eyeing your body, and as you’re about to ask him if he needs anything, Din brings his gaze back to you once more just as he rips the rest of your nightgown down the middle, further exposing you to his needy eyes.

You want to cover your naked breasts but remember what he said moments ago and decide against it, choosing to avoid eye contact instead in hopes of mustering up some courage for when he asks you to.

“I- I thought you were beautiful when you visited my dreams every night, but you’re so much more gorgeous than I thought…than I saw every time I touched myself and pretended it was your soft hands making me come.” You shouldn’t be surprised that Din is so vocal during such an intimate moment, but you struggle to wrap your head around the fact that the often quiet, reserved hunter had the filthiest desires spilling from his heart so shamelessly.

“Din-”

“Be a good girl and beg me to touch you. I want to hear you sweetheart, want to hear you tell me how much you want me.” You want to laugh at the pleading words Din whines at you as he tries to have you beg for him, but as his hands roam up and down your legs, you suddenly feel weak and reach for his shoulders again to prevent yourself from falling against him. Din huffs in humor when he sees the effect he’s having on you, and wraps his arms around your back to keep you steady.

“P-please Din, you’ve no idea how often I thought of this. I think of nothing else but you, all the kriffing time. I even- I touch myself every night to the thought of you, pretending it’s your lips making me feel so hot, your- your hands bruising me as you fucked me like you can’t get enough of me, as you- oh kriff, as you filled all my holes with your cum…but it’s never enough, never hard enough, never thick enough, never- ahhh, never good enough. I need you to make a mess of me Din, till I can’t remember anything but your touch…Please Din? Please take me. Fuck me till I can’t think of anything but you…you and nothing else, no one else. I- I’ll do anything you want I swear. I’ll be your good girl, I’ll take you in my mouth, my pussy…my ass if you want. Just don’t stop touching me because-”

You can pinpoint the moment Din lost whatever control he had left in his body because in the blink of an eye, he’s standing to his full height and reaching for your throat, not caring for how rough he’s being as he wraps his hand around your neck and pulls you into his chest. You fist your hands into his loose shirt as soon as you feel his mouth on your own, and the deeper he shoves his tongue past your lips, the tighter his hold on you grows until you can barely breathe. Between the breathtaking kiss and the way his fingers perfectly close around your throat, you grow lightheaded and decide to surrender yourself completely to him. It’s in this moment that Din finally has some mercy on you and breaks the kiss, never once removing his gaze from your pretty eyes as he waits for you to look into his dilated pupils. There’s something dangerous swimming in his barely brown orbs, and you shiver at the prospect of being at the mercy of such a fiery spirit

“What will you say if you want me to stop?” He hisses at you, and it takes you a few seconds to realize what he’s asking. You furrow your eyebrows at the odd question, and Din slips his other hand around your back and lands a particularly rough slap to your ass to get your attention. You jump at the sudden impact but melt into his embrace further when he soothes it back and forth.

“Say the word you’ll tell me if you want me to stop.” He commands again, and you tilt your head to the side in confusion before you respond to him.

“But I- I won’t ever want you to stop!”

“I don’t fucking care if that’s what you think…this- when I take you to my bed, I’ll pull you apart piece by piece, and I want to know what word you’ll say if you want me to put you back together again. You said you’d be a good girl for me, so go on. Be a good girl and listen to me.” You can feel slick rolling down your thighs at his words, and you feel ashamed at how wet such violent words are making you feel.

But this is Din, and you knew you couldn’t be safer anywhere except in his arms.

“Trask, I- I’ll say Trask if I want you to stop.”

There’s recognition in his eyes, that you’re certain of, and the little smirk he graces you with is all you need to know that he may have had an inclination as to why you picked that specific word.

“Now was that so hard?”

“Din, please.” You gasp when he smacks your ass again, this time a little harder than before, while his other hand tilts your neck far back until he can take a better look at you.

“I think it’s time I give you a reward for being such a good girl for me…especially when I’ve barely touched you and you’re so…needy.” The anticipation of what he’s promised to do to you is driving you mad, and you shut your eyes when Din pushes you flush against the wall again and keeps his fingers wrapped around your throat.

“Tell me sweet girl, which do you want first? My fingers…or my mouth?” He whispers as he kisses your cheek and leaves a trail of wet kisses down your throat to your shoulder. You’re dying to feel him where you’ve been aching for so long, but you get the sense that he may prolong this if you tell him you just want his cock now.

“B-both…please Din, I want to feel both.” You hold onto him like your life depends on it, eyes fluttering open when you hear him chuckle above you as he nips at your clavicle.

“What a filthy girl you are, baby, begging so sweetly when all I’ve done is kiss you.” Din teases you some more, loving the way your skin erupts in goosebumps the longer he stretches out what the two of you have been dying to feel for so many rotations.

“Since you’ve been nothing but obedient so far, I’ll give you what you want. I’ll give you everything you want mesh’la…my fingers, my mouth, my cock. Everything your heart desires…all I want in return is to hear you pray my name.” Not bothering to waste another second, Din slips his other hand down your front, pinching your nipple in his journey and biting his lower lip when he sees the way you arch deliciously into his touches. He teases and caresses your breasts some more, loving the weight of them and how perfectly they fit in the palm of his hand. He can’t take his eyes off of how quickly they pebble as he tugs and flicks at them, and just when you’ve had enough of the aggressive touches, he leans down and flicks his tongue harshly across one, humming in approval when you moan his name the harder he sucked.

You’re a moaning mess in a matter of seconds, unable to fathom how good it feels to have Din bite and pinch your sensitive peaks. It’s almost painful, probably is already, but you can’t find it in yourself to care, when he was worshiping you like you were the last jorgan fruit in the fucking universe.

“Hmm fuck cyare, you’re so pretty…and you’re all mine. Fucking mine.” He growls against your heated skin as his kisses turn into little bites, and you’re so busy focusing on his teeth expertly closing around your hardened nipples that you don’t take notice of the hand roaming down your body until it’s settled against your slit.

“Din…your mouth feels so hot, like- like a fire burning me from inside.”

Your words urge him on, and as soon as you open your eyes to look down at him, Din lets go of your breast with a pop and swallows your moans. You can barely stand up and you realize the only thing keeping you still on your feet is Din’s hold on your throat and your cunt.

Oh.

Oh his other hand felt good.

So good.

Din can barely hold himself back from shoving his cock in your pussy when he feels how wet and warm you are the more he slides his fingers across your slit. He’d think he’s been touching you for hours if he didn’t know that the two of you were intertwined for less than one. When he feels how engorged and hard your clit is as he flicks it a few times, he reluctantly lets go of your lips just to look into your eyes as he fills you with his fingers.

“You’re such a dirty girl, aren’t you baby? So fucking wet and hot for me, and I haven’t properly gotten you ready for my cock.”

“Oh Din, I- I need you.” Din knows that he will never get tired of hearing you plead for his touch, and he smiles down at you as he takes his fingers away and ignores the little whimper you throw at him at the loss of his touch. He doesn’t give you the chance to say anything else, spitting down on his hand as loudly as possible before he returns his fingers to your cunt once more. Except this time, he doesn’t bother being gentle and teasing.

This time, his patience has finally run out, and he desperately wanted to feel you come on his fingers.

“You know what to say if you want me to stop,” it’s the only warning you get before Din rubs at your wet lips a few times enough to spread your juices across his fingers. When he thinks you’re ready, he slowly slips in his middle and ring fingers until you can feel the palm of his hand flush against your skin.

“Din-” Whatever you want to say dies in your throat as soon as Din begins to curl his fingers inside you. His fingers are much thicker and longer than your own, reaching parts of you that you only dreamed of ever touching. He starts out careful and soft, rubbing the spongy walls of your cunt with unrivaled expertise. When he begins to rub his palm against your clit, your knees buckle and you lose your balance completely. Din leans down and bites into the top of your breast, increasing the pressure around your throat as he begins to pick up the pace and thrusts his fingers deeper inside you.

“Wrap your arms around me sweetheart,” he orders between kisses and you somehow do as he says in an instant, as if your body only obeyed Din and not your own mind.

Had you not been praying every night to the maker to finally be at Din’s mercy, you would have felt an overload of sensations from the last few minutes alone. His lips were creating flames across your already heated skin, and his words were making you melt in his arms without a single care for anything else. Then there were his hands, the one around your throat reminding you of the sheer strength he possesses, of how quickly he can bend you to his will if he so wished, while the other claimed the deepest, most intimate parts of you without difficulty, as if it was made to pleasure your cunt and was finally undoing you the way it was always meant to.

“I- I’m…Din-”

“I can feel your cunt clenching around me sweet girl. You’re so close, aren’t you? I know you are, I know you want to come. I want you to come too, baby. I want to see you come undone on my fingers, want to taste your wet pussy as you drench me. Go on love, let go for me. Let go and I’ll push you over the edge again. Let go and I’ll fuck you like the mesh’la cockwhore I know you are.” At those last words, you part your lips in a silent cry and brace yourself for what’s to come. Digging your nails into his skin, you barely manage to open your eyes and look at Din just as he begins to plunge his fingers in and out of you at an impossible pace. He’s hitting that special, wonderful spot inside you consistently, as if he’s known your body for eons, as if he’s already memorized what pleases you and wanted nothing more than to do it time and again.

“Come for me, now.” He breathes the command as he closes his lips around your nipple, the hand around your throat loosening just a bit to make it easier for you to breathe. In the end, it doesn’t make a difference how hard he’s grabbing at your throat because you forget how to breathe as soon as that knot unravels in the pit of your stomach and you crash into him. You can feel your cunt burning with desire for more and you don’t realize what’s making Din become so feral with his bites until you look down and vaguely see a pool of liquid forming beneath where the two of you are standing.

“Hmmm fuck, you- you’re so fucking gorgeous…that’s it baby, keep coming for me. Keep drenching me, fucking mark me for yourself cyar’ika, make a mess of us. Make a mess of us some more, let me- let me look at you so I can remember how hard I’ve made you come.” He puts some space between the two of you, and you throw your head back in ecstasy as his hand doesn’t slow down and continues to move rapidly in and out of your pussy. Your legs are shaking and your screams are louder than you ever thought possible, but Din continues to ask you for more.

And the more he calls you his sweet girl, the more you come on his fingers and wet his hands. It would have been embarrassing if it was anyone else, but seeing Din’s reaction to the mess you were making of his ship, even hearing the frantic growls he was breathing against your throat, makes you wish you could do more for him.

“Fuck sweetheart, you weren’t lying when you said you wanted me this bad.” Din manages to say right before he kisses you again, and you try to remind yourself to ask him later why he enjoyed asking you questions and silencing you with a bruising kiss right after without receiving a response. For now though, you relished in the different touches that proved to you he wanted you just as much. From the bruising kiss to the growingly aggressive sensation his fingers were sending throughout your muscles, you knew it would be impossible to ever come again without feeling him against you.

Din tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss, making you reach for his hair and pull on it in an attempt to make him see stars as well. He chuckles against your lips, but pushes you harder against the wall the more you tug on his brown locks, and before you know it, his fingers are thrusting in and out of you harshly and without mercy. You fall apart again, unsure of whether this was your second orgasm or if it was just a continuation of the first.

It doesn’t matter in the end because like before, Din nips and sucks on your tongue with desperation, silently letting you know that he really enjoyed how hard he was making you fall apart at his touch. Your thighs strain as Din pushes them apart with one of his legs to get better access to your cunt, and when he’s sure you can’t take it anymore, he leans down and angles his hand a bit lower, the action pushing his fingertips higher against your tightened walls and forcing another orgasm out of you. You break the kiss in an attempt to breathe but all that comes out is a string of curses along with Din’s name, and you don’t realize what you’re saying until Din begins to slow down but keeps his fingers warm inside your pussy.

“You- you really want me to stop?” He’s out of breath when he asks, and you furrow your eyebrows at both the tone of his voice and the question, as if he was the one having a hard time breathing from coming so hard. You barely manage to look at him, whimpering his name like a silent prayer when you see the feral look in his eyes as he studies your features.

“No- Din, please…don’t stop. T-take what you want….’m yours.” You’re not making much sense to your own ears but Din hears enough to know that you were still willing to give him every bit of you. When he’s sure you’ve had enough respite and filled your lungs with air, he lunges for your throat and bites into the jugular of your neck while wrapping his arm around your back to keep you upright. Just as you’re about to beg him to keep touching you, you feel him inch a third finger inside your cunt, splitting you open on his thick and long fingers like no other has before him. You don’t get the chance to say anything else as you feel him move his digits in and out of you at a slowly increasing pace.

“I wanted to get you nice and ready for my cock cyar’ika, but you’re so kriffing tight on my fingers…so fucking tight and I’ve made you come twice already. Why don’t you give me another baby? Give me another so I can give you my cock. Come on my fingers like the good girl I know you are.” His words are all you need to fall apart another time, and you hold tightly onto his shirt as he lets you nuzzle into his neck while he pushes his fingers so deep inside you that you can’t feel anything but him.

“Din…Din…oh maker Din I- I’m…”

“Claim me little cyar’ika, claim me like I claimed you.” You gush around him harder than before, squirting all over his thighs and arm until the two of you are standing in nothing but your essence. You’re embarrassed by how much of a mess you made of his ship, but you realize that Din might not care about that at the moment. As a matter of fact, it seemed that he enjoyed the mess you were making of him and the ship, and you file that information for later when you can tease him about it.

For now, you give yourself to the sensation that is Din.

His breath, his gaze, his touch.

And hopefully his love.

When it’s evident you can’t support yourself anymore, Din slows down to a stop but doesn't remove his fingers from you just yet. He studies you closely, eyes roaming the expanse of your glistening, shaking form in an attempt to commit every inch of you to memory. He can feel your muscles begging for respite and leans in to kiss your cheek just as he slips his wet fingers from your cunt. You shudder at the emptiness suddenly taking over you, and look into his eyes as he slides his hand up your body. He smiles at you as he takes his fingers into his mouth and hums lewdly at the taste of you.

“I knew it, knew you’d taste so fucking good.” His voice echoes in your mind as you use him to support your overexerted body.

The two of you stand in silence for a few minutes, sighing in relief at finally crossing the line you’ve been dancing around for months now. Din kisses everywhere he can reach, occasionally digging his teeth into your skin if only to hear you moan his name as you grab for him. When he notices that you’re able to stand better on your feet, he lets go of you and slips the ruined nightgown from your body. You shiver as the cold air hits your sweaty skin, but the warmth of Din overtakes you completely as he reaches down and carries you in his arms. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and nuzzle into his neck as he begins to move through the quiet hallways of his ship. You feel his hands digging harder into the meat of your thighs and back when you lick at his clavicle, and you can’t help but smile at the obvious effect you are having on him.

He makes his way towards his room and a rush of nerves engulfs you when you realize that you never once came in here in all your time at his service. You knew better than to cross those boundaries he’s silently set for you all those months ago, and although you hoped for him to open up with you, you never thought he’d be so willing to get this far.

Certainly not to the point of bringing you into his private quarters.

“I can hear your thoughts sweet girl.” He teases as he enters his room and walks you to his bed, softly placing your nude form in between his sheets before standing up to rid himself of his own clothes.

“Din, you- you’re too far.” You sigh at him as you grab for his sheets, and Din bites his lower lip to prevent himself from embarrassing you further. He wants to call you out on being such a needy girl for him, for being so obedient when he’s only just begun to show you how much he wants.

And he desperately wants to tease you about the effect he had on you earlier today, when he ignited his Saber and ended the hunt within the blink of an eye. He noticed your body’s reactions to his violent movement, recognized the signs in the way your thighs clenched tightly when he strutted your way and ordered you never to act so recklessly again. He spent hours in the cockpit convincing himself that he shouldn’t take advantage of you, but the longer he spent on those little hitched breaths and the way you eyed him whenever he walked by to fix something, it occurred to him that he may not be taking advantage after all.

Maybe you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

And maybe, just maybe, you wanted more than his touches. Maybe you wanted his heart.

Maker, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if you said those words to him.

So he grows quiet and shoves his own dreams aside, knowing that he would rather have you this way than not having you at all.

As he lowers his pants, he smirks down at you and winks when you turn away embarrassed at being caught shamelessly licking your lips at his physique. He wasn’t muscular necessarily, but you could tell his body was used to exertion and exercised the right muscles to help him accomplish his job.

“The way you look at me mesh’la…fuck, makes me so fucking hard, makes me wish I can keep you in my bed all the time and fuck you whenever I please.” His hopes spill without a second thought, and he wants to apologize for presuming that you’d ever agree to such a thing, but then he notices the way you reach for his thighs and beg him to touch you with those wanton eyes of yours and he can’t help but tease you a bit more.

“Hmm, you’d like that baby? You’d like it if I kept you in my arms every night, sunk my cock in that tight, wet cunt of yours till I filled you with my seed. Tell me sweet thing, you want me to make space for you here, so you don’t ever want to leave me?” He prays his desperation doesn’t come off too strongly for you, but the prayer is cut short when you nod frantically at him and whimper his name like he had the key to everything you’ve ever wanted.

“Please Din, don’t keep me away from you anymore. I want you, all the kriffing time…want to kiss you and touch you and make you feel good. I want- no, I need you Din. Please? Don’t shut me out, I’ll do anything you want, just don’t- don’t…” Din’s smile falters briefly when he sees how unhinged you’ve become in your requests and he throws out whatever caution he still reserved for you, lunging forward and covering your body with his own in the blink of an eye.

“Sweet girl, you want me this much?” The genuine curiosity in his voice catches you off guard because up until this point, you thought he could see through each and every desire your heart displayed for him.

“Yes Din, I- I always want you. It- having you touch me and kiss me won’t ever be enough…it won’t. I want to be with you every waking moment and- and every night. If you’ll have me…only if hmphh-” He cuts your revelations short with his lips, wrapping his arms around your tired form and making space for himself in between your thighs as he takes your breath away with his tongue. You bring him as flush to you as possible, not caring for how difficult you’re beginning to find it to breathe. All you knew was that you desperately wanted to have him, in every way possible.

And as you feel his hips thrust against your heated core, you quickly cross your legs behind his back and move your own lower body against him for some more friction. His cock nestles perfectly against your slit and you cry out beneath him when you feel just how hot and heavy and thick he feels.

Din breaks the kiss reluctantly, and he pulls away far enough to take a look at you as he finally gives the two of you what you’ve been craving for so long.

“Mesh’la, I- I must have you. I’ve thought of this moment so often and I believed I would have more patience. But I can’t wait any longer, I need to have you…need to feel your walls stretch around my cock.” He lets go of you and slips his hand between your sweaty bodies, looking down at where the two of you are almost connected and touching your forehead with his in a silent request.

“Din, I want you to fuck me hard…don’t hold back, I want to feel you with every breath I take.” You lean up and kiss his aquiline nose, breathing heavily against him when he drags the tip of his cock in between your wet lips. As he nudges your aching clit time and again, you feel your lungs almost collapse on themselves at the promise of what’s to come.

Just when you’re about to plead for him again, Din slowly inches his cock into your pussy, shoulders shaking intensely as he feels your hot, tight walls swallowing him whole. He huffs against your cheeks several times in an attempt to hold himself back so he doesn’t hurt you, but you dig your nails into his back and urge him on, chest rising and falling rapidly as you feel him stretch your cunt around his dick.

“Oh fuck, f-ffuck…you’re so kriffing tight ‘round me.” He barely manages to whisper as he pushes deeper into you, his heart threatening to leap out of his chest the harder your walls spasm around him. He can hear how wet you are, and he swears beneath his breath when he realizes that he may have not prepared you enough for him. But then you cross your ankles tightly and force him to bring his body even closer to you, allowing him to push those remaining inches in your pussy suddenly until there isn’t space between your forms.

When you’re finally able to breathe again, you look at Din and gasp at seeing how focused he seems to be. All it takes is one look into his eyes to know what he’s been holding from you all this time and you lean over and nip at his chin as he moves off of you before slamming his cock inside you again. You throw your head back at the force of his movement, unable to fathom how it was still possible for him to hit every little bit of you that you didn’t know could bring you even closer to the edge again.

“Din-”

“Sweet girl, you’re perfect. Fucking perfect,” Din nuzzles into your neck, and although he knows that he’s sweating hard and should probably give you some space so you can breathe, he can’t bring himself to remove his skin from your own, wanting to feel every bit of your body sliding against his own as he claimed your soul.

“You have no idea how- pfassk, how long I’ve dreamt of this…I wanted you for so long baby, and now that you’re here, with my cock carving your tight cunt so sweetly so you can take me, I- I don’t think I’ll ever want to let you go. I won’t, never…never going to let you go.” His words light a different fire in your chest, and you open your eyes just a little to look at him as he confessed to you everything you wanted to hear from him.

“I’m yours Din,” you cry for him as he slams down hard and deep into you, filling you with his cock perfectly until you can feel every ridge and ever protruding vein pass against your sensitive walls. You can feel that familiar burning sensation taking home in your stomach again, and although you want to beg him to make you come, you hold back from those words, not wanting to be selfish in your pleasure that you don’t let him chase his own. With each harsh and punishing thrust, you find yourself wishing you can feel him everywhere all at once.

“Mine, fucking mine…won’t let you leave me. You’re mine baby, you hear that? You’re fucking mine.” He growls those words against your breasts, and you don’t realize you’re crying until he drags his fingers across your face to wipe the tears away before trailing his hand down your cheeks to your neck and closing his fingers around you. The force of his actions is all you need to push you over the edge, and you forget that you weren’t supposed to tell him those three words until he willingly said to you first.

“I- I love you, oh maker…I love you Din. Please, come for me…come inside me, fill me with your seed. Make me yours!” You’re screaming your deepest and darkest secrets to him, not realizing that Din was filing those wonderful words in his heart to fill the gaping hole that was begging for attention ever since he hired you.

“You mean that cyar’ika?” He asks in the heat of the moment, never once slowing down because if he was going to come, then he was going to wait until he was sure you felt the same way.

A part of you doesn’t want to answer him, pretend that you never heard his question and that you didn’t just tell him what you promised you’d never say. But then you look down and see hope and something more fearful swimming in his eyes, and you can’t hold back anymore.

“Yes, I- I do Din. I love you…so much.”

Your words ring in his ears for a few moments, and he sighs in relief as he sinks down against you and pushes his cock one last time inside your aching cunt before he breathes those words back to you.

“You’ve had my heart ever since I saw you cyare,” he may not have said those exact same words to you, but you knew in your heart that he meant them. When he kisses you again, it’s less frantic but just as desperate as the many other times he filled your mouth with his tongue. As he fills you with his cock, you feel a sense of relief wash over you at finally being with Din in all the ways you dreamt.

He’s slow and steady now, and you think it might be because he now knew that you aren’t going anywhere, that every bit of your heart and soul never wanted to part from him again. It’s almost too intense for you, the delicious drag of his dick against your tight walls, but then he stills for a brief moment and you swear you can feel his cock twitching inside you, begging for a release.

“Please Din, come for me. I want to feel you fill me with your cum mark every inch of me.”

It’s all he needs to hear to pull out one last time and thrust back into you with as much force as he can muster up. You push your fingers into his hair and pull him towards your neck as you pray his name over and over again, the rush of heat filling your cunt making you burn with a warmth unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. He growls his release against your neck, biting down harshly as he empties himself inside you. The two of you are messy with each others’ fluids but neither of you care as Din sinks his weight on top of you and feels your pussy clench tightly around him, milking him dry until his cum leaks down your thighs. Your mixed release brings a smile to his face, and he licks the bruises he’s left behind so they don’t look too jarring the following day.

Neither of you dare to move an inch for a while, and it’s not until Din feels your chest barely rising and falling that he finally gets off and looks down at you. He finds a hazy smile widening on your features, and he can’t help but lean down and kiss you until the same smile appears on his own handsome face.

The two of you continue to look into each other’s eyes until Din feels your cunt spasm around him all of a sudden. He hisses when your thighs attempt to close around his hips again, and before he can grow hard again, he slips out of you and falls to the side, bringing you into his chest without caring for the mess the two of you have made of his sheets.

He looks down at you and raises a curious eyebrow when he notices the way you’re eyeing him already.

“What is it?”

“Nothing, I just…I never thought you’d look this pretty underneath that helmet of yours.” You would have been too shy to say something so frank to him a few hours ago, but after everything he’s done, you think he might genuinely appreciate your honesty during such an intimate moment.

“Pretty? Didn’t think you can call men pretty, mesh’la.” He wraps his arm around you to bring you even closer to him, and you laugh as you reach over and kiss his jaw, the scruff of his beard tickling you in the most enticing way.

“Well, I just did. If you have any problems with that, take it up with my boss.” You nudge him with your nose, and giggle when he slips his hand down and lightly smacks your ass.

“Oh yeah, I might just do that.” It’s Din’s turn to lean down and kiss your forehead, and you shut your eyes to relish in the softness he had no trouble displaying to you now that you were finally on the same page.

“But be careful, he’s a little rough around the edges.” You hide in his chest when he narrows his eyes at you, but the gasps turn into giggles when he pushes you beneath him again and attacks you with more kisses and nips.

“You- ahh, stop it, you didn’t let me finish.” You try to get out of his grasp but Din is much stronger than you, and he continues to assault you with more love bites until he sees you truly struggling to breathe in between laughs.

“Tell me then.” His voice is hoarse, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he wanted to go again with you.

“He’s a little rough around the edges,” you repeat again, slipping your hand from his grip so you can intertwine your fingers in between his and hold his attention. He furrows his eyebrows when he sees you bring his hand to your face and loosen the hold you have around it. You muster up the courage to look into his eyes once more as you turn his hand around and bring his palm to your mouth, laying the softest of kisses at the center of his skin before moving your lips down to his wrist and kissing it as well. Din’s breath hitches in his throat at the soft gesture and he bites into his lower lip when he sees just how genuine you are with him.

“But he is the sweetest man I’ll ever know. And I’m beyond lucky that he loves me as much as I love him.”

Din waits until you finish marking his skin with your heated kisses before he flips your smaller hand into his own and brings your knuckles to his lips. He shuts his eyes and caresses your fingers with his mouth, leaving a chaste kiss on the tip of each of your fingers before holding your knuckles to his bruised lips.

“Believe me, cyare, he loves you more than you love him…more than you’ll ever know.”

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cuethediscoandthedrinks · 1 year

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billy hargrove from ST with D4 and D5

here u go anon, i added a kink for u too! enjoy-

billy hargrove x fingering~

🧡 although billy's a bratty!sub/sub!switch, fingering as a form of foreplay is def something he's interested in;

🧡 it only appeals to his inner need to impress and achieve; as explored in his top 5 kinks, a lot of his ideal sex revolves around pleasing his partner, and if turning up the dominance is what you're into, he's eager to please.

🧡 he's also had a lot of past partners, many being girls his age with a strong need for a bedroom dom, but likewise he's also slept with some mature women too; and what do they both have in common? legs spread, pussy open and billy's long, thick fingers pumping hard inside them, ofc

🧡 his favorite position for you is sitting up though, more than lying down; anything where not only can he see you fully exposed for him, but also have easy access to other parts of your body get him hard under his tight 80s levis, ngl

🧡 these can range from being sat in his lap, your back to his chest; but also pushed up against a wall, his legs holding you in place while his fingers explore your throbbing pussy;

🧡 or maybe sat in the front seat of his car, one hand reaching over to play with you in between your legs, the other firmly palming the tent in his pants; only his knees keeping the car from swerving off the road ngl he's a bit of an adrenaline junkie

🧡 he'll have some 80s rock or pop playing on the radio, windows open, cruising down an old country lane in hawkins; he's happy to let everyone know just what's happening as his fingers bottom out inside your hot open pussy-

🧡 despite being happy to dom, he's still a bit of a bratty switch, so he'll involve some teasing in there too dw. he'll have his fingers thrusting inside of you in no time, but only after you ask for it will he use his thumb to start rubbing quick, deep circles around your engorged clit

🧡 ofc at this point you're slicked with sweat; hips bucking off the cheap cloth-covered seats; legs on either side of the dashboard, juices dripping out onto your panties and now stripped off clothes you've used to brace the impact of billy's relentless fingers;

🧡 so when he comes out with a "..use your words, pretty..tell me what you want..", the prospect of doing so seems slim; but after taking his fingers out, spitting into the soft pads and laying a couple firm slaps to your exposed pussy lips, you're willing and able to say whatever it takes for him to make you cum

🧡 and despite his teasing, his ideal outcome is your orgasm ofc; but better than that would be the classic gush of your arousal dripping all over your slicked opening, soft thighs and his awaiting fingers.

🧡 as a switch, he's slurping all that up off his fingers for you- just the taste of your juices to tide him over until he's got the opportunity to have you ride him deep, or until he can pump you full of his hot, sticky cum, yk?

hope u liked that u smutsters! request here with smut prompts if you're interested :)

tags, bc i think u might like some more stranger things smut (but idk so contact if u're sick of me lmao): @enamorededdie @spicedchaiandromeda @stargirlfics @anythingjimhopper @goodboyriddler @spideyheartsmaryjane-blog @anisbaby @princesssmimi @thedanoriddler @lost-in-sokovia @killerlookz @kelsiejayy @mypoisonedvine @creme-bruhlee @spilledkauffie @kaylawritesfics @babybugwrites @littlepadika @underratedcharactersimagines @becca-e-barnes @callsign-rogueone @wishilovedyouinthe80s @jaiheats @freshfleshandblood @axen-gers @c0untryclub @wingedjellyfishrebel

#billy hargrove headcanon #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x female reader #stranger things smut #jim hopper smut #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #jim hopper x reader #discosmut #cuethedisco #cuethediscoandthedrinks

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leggerefiore · 1 year

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dragon husbands lose all motivation to Move Ever Again once they get all cozy sunning themselves

wife gets too close or tries to get them to get up and they pull her in a grip to snuggle against

dragons......

cw: dragon au,

▲Zekrom Ingo▼

● It was magnificent seeing the dragon of ideals napping out on your veranda in the afternoon sun after hanging up the laundry. His scaled, black wings caught the light and shined with a gorgeous blue tint. Ingo truly felt relaxed when the heat spread through his cold-blooded body. He yawned to himself and considered this a perfect day off from work.

● You watched him from the door with a smile. It was rare to see the dragon god so relaxed, often taken with both his subway duties and requirements to keep balance with Emmet. His silver eyes noticed with a small grin of his own. Alright, you could not resist a sweetly happy Ingo relaxing. Sliding open the glass door, you crept towards the twin. He gazed up at with his wings perking up.

● “Hello there, sleepy lizard,” you giggled at him. His brows pressed together for a moment before he suddenly reached up and tugged you down to join him in the chair. His taller form – much taller than any human – engulfed you as he cuddled you lovingly. The twin's body blocked out the sun from your skin. “Ingooooo,” you whined. He shocked his head and held you tighter to him.

● “Dearest… Let's have a nap together,” Ingo asked with slightly desperate tone, “Please…” You sighed at him. Not only did he need the giant sky orb's heat, he also needed your mammalian one. Wriggling around, you managed a much more comfortable position and buried your face into his t-shirt's soft fabric. The smell of coffee haunted the fabric and put you at ease. He was always a bit cool, and it helped to offset the heat outside. Eventually, you both drifted off into a nap together.

▽Reshiram Emmet△

○ It was a bit comedic seeing the feather dragon laid out on the veranda in the sun. He had come out to see what the weather was doing and ended up laying out on the sun lounger to enjoy the nice heat. It was pleasant against his feathers and almost made him want to make a nest. Luckily, he managed to resist that instinct and not make a mess of the veranda. His wings softly caught the light and reflected it with ease. His orange flames glistened ethereally.

○ You gazed out of the door to see your fluffy dragon mate out cold on the balcony. A bit of drool escaped from his lips as he laid in the sun peacefully. He had his moments where his beauty beat out his more playful personality, you supposed. Still, you worried that he might overheat if you left him alone. Opening the door, you walked to his side and shook him lightly. The yawn he did was too cute to be from him as he turned over to you and rubbed his eyes.

○ “You might get a bit too hot out here, honey,” you explained to him softly. His slit pupils stared into you for a moment with innocence unlike him. Then, his arms wrapped around you, and he tugged you into his side. His fluffy wings curled around you as he rested his head atop yours with a hum. You sighed. A trap, of course. Emmet held no qualms about dirty tactics when it came to affection. “Emmyyyy, I'll overheat,” you whined as he cocooned you, essentially.

○ “Nope! My body is cold-blooded,” he explained, “My heat comes from my flames. I am not using them.” You rolled your eyes at him. A few struggles to attempt escape failed and left you cuddled tightly by the dragon hybrid. It was fate, you accepted. He simply wanted to keep you like a hot water bottle at his side, even with the sun keeping him perfectly warm (and his own flames). A bit of coolness did seep from him into you as you laid next to him. Soft breaths came from the younger twin as he drifted off. You yawned and decided to join him.

#ingo x reader #emmet x reader #ingo/reader #emmet/reader #pokemon x reader #pokehybrid au

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davekat-sucks · 3 months

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Related to that anon who didn’t like trans Vriska, I’m okay with trans Vriska, even if I don’t share that headcanon, but its existence in pesterquest perplexes me.

I feel like it’s another case of projecting human customs on an alien race because how does gender even work for trolls? I can understand gender dysphoria and not feeling like you belong in your body, and troll sexual dimorphism exists… exclusively at the breasts. Female trolls have boobs and nipples, male trolls are flat chested.

So I guess Vriska’s ideal dreamself/ post transition body’s one difference is chest bumps.

This only is in matters of Vriska’s personal physical transition, another thing is social customs. Alternian gender roles are nonexistent. The nuclear family or any form of human household doesn’t exist, they’re bug-children raised by animals that dragged them out of a cave that they had to compete for survival in immediately after hatching.

All male and female trolls are soldiers when they reach 9 sweeps, the only difference in their job is how they cull their opponents.

So Vriska, being a troll, wouldn’t have to do anything to change her social behavior to be more accepted as her transitioned gender, respect only comes to her from her aggression and blood caste.

And Vriska has a complicated relationship where she feels bad for killing Tavros and feels empty even for all the customs of Alternian culture she follows (not feeling comfortable following societal norms or roles is a very trans thing) while also worshipping her ancestor and exerting her independent will, especially on others to maintain her position of power in the status quo (which is a very uh, politically Conservative thing)

Third is her ancestor. Vriska wanting to be her ideal “girl self” by looking up to mindfang seems like a really cool angle to do a trans story! Being uncomfortable with yourself and told down about who you are but you have this role model you want to be so badly and “wouldn’t it be cool if I was a girl” or something or other.

But the thing is mindfang is Vriska’s ancestor who is almost 100% genetically identical to Vriska. There are a few minor distinctions between Vriska and Aranea, but being a different sex would not be a minor generic difference, it’s a whole chromosome apart.

So either both Vriska and Aranea are cis women or both trans women who in each of their timelines looked up to their ancestor and transitioned to look more like them. If anyone headcanons the latter go ahead but I think I vibe more with the former.

Overall trans Vriska doesn’t work for me because people are imposing a human identity onto a bug person. Being transgender as a troll doesn’t work the way a trans human does. Mostly I can see trans Vriska being for a power fantasy of a confident cocky trans girl who knows who she is and is proud of it. Sure she kills people and manipulates her friends, but as many Briska apologists have said before: “she didn’t choose to be that way, she was forced to be a murdering psychopath by an empire of murdering psychopaths. Also she’s a minor.”

Mostly people pick and choose the parts of Vriska that are cool and punk over the manipulative and self-destructive parts of Vriska so trans female Vriska fans can feel empowered and independent.

People projecting onto Vriska, want that same confidence of being a badass bitch and being able to do whatever the fuck she wants. That's why they want the trans label slapped onto her. If a character that represents that has much pride, that means they can motivate themselves too with it. Same applies to any character. They can like the personality, actions, and motives...but if they aren't one-to-one in terms of appearance, for some reason, they can't relate. Like let's say someone looks up to Superman. They like his heroism, personality, lore, etc. But they feel uncomfortable to dress up as him because he is not white or Kryptonian. So instead, they blackwash so then they can get that boost of good feeling about themselves to enjoy the character again. And even if a dark skin character DOES exist within a series, they always get criticized for either A. being a stereotype even when they aren't most of the time or B. they aren't the main main fan fave popular character (ex: Stardust Crusaders has 6 members with one of them being a dark skinned character, but people prefer Jotaro or Kakyoin and would blackwash them instead). They can't realize they can be just like Spanish community that doesn't need Spanish rep and love Goku from Dragonball Z as he is. Light skinned Saiyan and all. That the characters don't have to be EXACTLY the same as the audience. When it comes to headcanons onto bad guys or villains, in this recent times, it's been a double-edged sword because if people slap that label onto some big bad, whether it is from the creator or fanon, they get accused of being something horrible because it is X minority doing a bad thing, so they are either racist/homophobia/etc. And if they don't get that label, they are still accuse of them as that and say that even minority groups can still be bad guys too. Nobody knows what the fuck they want anymore. Too many people play it too safe these days.

#Homestuck #Homestuck fandom #Vriska Serket #fandom #fandoms

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niemernuet · 3 months

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ommggggg you‘re taking prompts i‘m so happy!!!! i‘ll send you like 14 asks just you watch me 😍😍😍

first one:

i‘d LOVE confessing in the heat of the moment, leading to a kiss for hmmmm let‘s say any pairing involving odi? 😁

THANK YOUUU!!! I know I can always count on you and I love you for this. 😍🥹 I wrote like three sentences last night but they were moot when I woke up today and checked instagram. So, without further ado:

He only needs to wait a few seconds before the door opens again, and a tall figure slips inside. Marco carries a chair in one hand, and a half-empty bottle of champagne in the other. He checks the stalls, and, upon seeing that they are all empty, shoves the chair under the door handle. Cyp stay put in his position, leaning against the sink. It is a really fancy toilet, as fancy as everything around here, every surface black and metallic and stencilled with the head of that inevitable bull. Once Marco is satisfied with his work, he stands up straight, and turns his focus on Cyp. His gaze is serious now, his face no longer glowing with the bright smile that makes the entire world go into a frenzy on the regular. Anyone not in their line of work would probably misread the situation; would think that there was danger in this room. But the way Marco eyes Cyp does not carry any threat, only the same doubtless certainty with which he conquers the slopes. A first shiver runs down Cyp’s back. Marco knows he will get what he wants, the same way he knows that he will find the ideal line in a race, the same way he knows he is better than all of them, and that there is nothing they can do to beat him for long. Slowly he steps closer, until he is right in front of Cyp, essentially locking him in place. He takes a gulp from the bottle, his eyes never moving away from him. Cyp lets him watch, from his wet hair down to his soaked dress pants. They are both sticky with beer and champagne and sweat, and their skin immediately feels glued together when they come into contact with each other. Marco moves his free hand over Cyp’s chest and down his abs to his waist. He does not have to look as he pries open the belt buckle.

Cyprien breaks the silence first. “I have to confess something.”

The belt dangles against his thigh, and the pants sag a tiny bit as Marco opens the button. He steps even closer, until Cyp can feel Marco’s hot breath on his bare skin, and Marco’s hard dick through the thin fabric.

“I didn’t have to piss.”

Marco pauses. He blinks, and for the first time looks Cyp in the eyes. He grins, and takes the bottle out of Marco’s hand. It is almost completely empty, and he has to tip his head far back to reach the champagne. New shivers rock his body when he feels Marco’s tongue on his adam’s apple as he swallows the last remains of the champagne. He puts the bottle down on the sink.

“I got a message from Pintu when I was still sitting in the chair. He was warning me of you.”

Marco laughs, and Cyp can do nothing but join him. The whole world is at his feet, how could he fight against such power?

“I wonder how he could write you.”

Cyp shrugs, puts his arms around Marco’s shoulders. “I can't say how long it took him.”

Marco looks at him as if he wants to memorise his face. “I remember Lenzerheide. It was nice, despite…you know.”

Cyp keeps grinning, waits until Marco grows too impatient. He savours the kiss, lets Marco’s tongue lead the way.

“And do you believe him?” he mumbles in Cyp’s mouth.

“What? That you’re a bit of a pute?”

Marco’s kiss grows more intense, the answer unmistakable. He does not fight when Cyp moves away from the sink, and pushes him back until he hits the door to a stall. His breath hitches, and his head hits the flimsy wood with a soft bang when Cyp sinks on his knees, and tears his pants open. His dick is straining against the tight boxers, a small patch of wetness already forming. Softly, Cyp bites down into the bulging fabric, just hard enough to tear a first sigh out of Marco.

“Better check for myself,” he says, and pulls Marco’s underpants down.

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Hi Rory!! I see your requests are open 👀 I would like to ask for "if one day I decided to leave, would you run away with me?" with Levi from this random dialogue prompts!! 💖

- Rei <3 @levi-supreme

hi my baby 🥹💓 i'm so sorry this took a little to get out but i hope you like it hehehe <3 love me some levi

warnings: angst!! mention of blood & canon typical violence

Water drops race down the side of your arm as you raise the cloth to his face. Levi watches you as you work, his expression pulled into one you can't easily read -- he's good at that -- but he can read you like a book. The worry lines at your eyes replace the ones brought on by his favorite smile and it makes his chest hurt just the slightest bit more. Cracked ribs were nothing compared to heartache.

Silence permeates the field infirmary. The thin canvas tent walls keep you just warm enough to stop shivering, but your body shakes on its own as you dab away at the blood and grime sticking to Levi's pale skin.

You should be used to this by now. Training to be a medic isn't for the faint of heart. It isn't the gore that bothers you so deeply now, but the man you're fixing up: Humanity's Strongest, your soft spot for the past handful of years. He sighs when a sniffle escapes your struggling form.

"If you want to say something, say it." Levi's tone is edged when he breaks the blanket of quiet suffocating you. The rag in your hand, dotted with blood, pauses over a cut reaching up into his hairline.

"This was too close," you reply, doing a decent job at keeping your voice steady, "too close, Levi."

He stares at you, his gaze steeled. Years ago the action would've shook you to your core. Now, it scratches inside your brain like a fly buzzing around the room.

"I'm alive, aren't I?" he says flatly, "and so are you."

"How long can you keep this up?"

"As long as I need to."

You drop your hands to your sides, lips curling downward. They twitch at the ends when you open your mouth again. "Cut the shit. Do you want to die? Is that it?"

If Levi had a reaction to the ire seeping out of you, he doesn't show it, his body already rigid against the stiff cot. Despite being the person you look up to the most, Levi has a particular way of grating your nerves like nobody else you've ever met. He turns his head, breaking the heavy eye contact.

"If I wanted to die I'd be dead already." he clenches his jaw. "I'm fine. You can go."

A few seconds pass where you're unable to move, just staring at his battered form as it lay in rapidly dirtying bandages, his hands folded neatly over his bare stomach. Levi is a stone, but he's not unbothered by your words. He furrows his brow when you sniff again, tears clouding your view.

"I can't keep doing this. I don't want to keep doing this."

"Erwin selected you for medical training--"

"I don't give a fuck about the medic program, Levi!" The rag in your hand is tossed aggressively into a hazard bucket at the edge of his cot. Murky water sloshes out the rim from your force. Levi turns his eyes back to you.

"I mean this, all of this! Is this what you really want for the rest of your life? Cracked ribs, broken ankle," your voice breaks, a surge of tears rolling down your cheeks as you speak shakily, "me, cleaning up your blood. Is this it for you? For us?"

Levi pushes himself into a sitting position, gritting his teeth and ignoring your protests. "This is what you signed up for. This is my shitty life. I don't know what you expected, but this is reality." The bite behind his tone is undermined by the quickly softening expression melting over his face. He watches you swipe away at the fat tears, watches you wrap your arms around yourself in a comforting fashion. Levi sighs, wincing just slightly at the pain, and runs his hands through his dark hair. "It's... not ideal. I get that. I'm trying to change that."

"It's not all up to you, Levi."

"It's not? People died today, you saw it. People are going to keep dying unless I do something about it."

"You're so fucking hardheaded. And what if you die? What then?"

Levi swallows. He lays back down slowly, closing his eyes, but no peace falls below the action. "I won't."

You're at a loss. The invisible wall between you two glares at you, nearly taunting with its chilled exterior, and a sigh wracks your weak body. Exhaustion, frustration, grief -- you're sick of it all. The desk propped up a few feet away offers a steady surface to lean on while you steady yourself.

"If I decided to leave..." you begin, tone falling soft, "live a normal life... no titans, no fighting... would you come with me?"

Levi, with his eyes firmly held shut, lets the question float around the room. His throat scratches with every breath. An ache continually washes over his body, head to toe, but the squeezing in his heart feels familiar; he finds himself thinking back to quieter days; days spent walking around tiny villages with you at his side, your face lighting up at market stalls and performers and even front lawn gardens tended to by plump housewives. He thinks about your favorite flowers, and how you smiled from ear to ear when he surprised you with a bouquet of them just because. The quiet, domestic roleplay you two conducted in the privacy of his office never felt more sweet.

"Levi...?" your voice brings him back, his eyes cracking open to view your shuddering form in the low light. His mouth opens, but words die in his throat before they can escape. A heavy haze keeps your breaths irregular.

"I... can't."

"But would you?"

He watches you, lips molding into a tight line. "We can have that. All of that and everything," he remembers holding your hand for the first time, a comforting warmth seeping under his skin, "just let me finish my job first. I promise."

#request #babes #i love you!!! so much!!!#levi x reader #levi ackerman #aot #aot x reader #attack on titan

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“It’s all over now. Don’t panic, it’s not my blood. ” Street puts his sidearm away as the patrol officers swoop in to finish securing the scene. Ignoring the mess his uniform had turned into, he offers Melody a hand up. --VictimoftheJazz/Street for Melody

Ensnared between white-knuckling fingers was an envelope addressed to herself in bold black ink. A sum of sixteen million dollars had been withdrawn from her bank account. While Melody’s family was exceedingly wealthy, the regal brunette had not made the transaction which, meant someone was stealing from her. She wanted to rectify that immediately. That is why she abandoned sun and surf in favor of the concrete jungle.

The last thing she expected was to end up right in the middle of a hostile bank robbery. There were more gunmen than she could ever consider taking out on her own. So Melody did the next best thing, she ran towards the manager’s offices and grabbed the desk phone. She immediately dialed 911. “Give me SWAT, Olympic Division, stat.” Melody only waits a beat. As soon as she hears his familiar voice, she relates, “there are six active gunmen in the Bay Meadows Second National Bank. Hurry. The bank is full of innocent civilians.” From a crouched position, she peers above the glass divider.

Clinging to the phone, Melody confides, “I’m going back out there....” She doesn’t wait for a warning to stay put or for a goodbye. As a lifeguard, she can’t stand around and do nothing when people were in danger even if she was unarmed.

ALT

Shaking, she races down the short and narrow corridor into the main bank hub where all the gunmen are terrorizing the tellers. Her studious orbs shifts about anxiously and round in panic when she notices several kids are in the direct line of fire. They had separated from their families to play in the lobby rather than sit through intensely boring meetings. She picks her way through the stampeding swarm of people; all of whom were hurriedly escaping the hail of bullets.

As she moves, she hears the distinct sound of sirens outside. Hopefully, help is on the way....

However, Melody knows that before everything is over, there will be more bullets flying. She snags as many kids as she can and heards them back towards an office. The task was made easier given the gunmen were distracted by a loud voice over the bullhorn.

There aren’t many places to hide, she realizes with the sinking sensation of dread settling in. With a deep breath, she urges them to take shelter under the desk. Then she does the next smartest thing, Melody uses her body as a shield.

Melody knows she’s not the mothers that these kids are wailing for, but she cuddles the three of them close to her form. “I promise, you’ll see your Moms in a little. Right now, I need you to be brave. You can do that for me. R--right?” She murmurs. “So we’re all going to play a quiet game. Winner gets $100 and....” Her eyes lock upon the candy jar on the desk. “A full container of candy...” That seemed to be an adequate bribe. Right?

She can practically feel their fear as clearly as she does their heated breathes. She has been where they are once or twice. There was one massive difference separating their circumstances. Melody signed up to go into danger, these kids hadn’t. Trembling fingers drift through their hair with gentle affection. The situation would all be over soon, she hopes. It’s enough to make her pray that the gunman would pass the room she squirreled them in. Or that Swat would stop them before they ever make it this far......

Like a swarm of maddened hornets, the air is full of rapidly fired ammo. From whose guns or aimed at whom, Melody doesn’t know. She can’t say. She absolutely refuses to move away from the kids in order to find out.

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The sound of the door handle rattling causes her entire body to bristle. She curls her frame tighter around the kids. She reaches atop the desk, grabbing a stapler. It’s not an ideal weapon, by any means, but it’ll have to do. It would buy her a few valuable seconds to calculate a more elaborate plan on how to save these kids.

“Shhhhh.” She instructs the little boy who had begun sniveling just as the door is swung open. With her heart pounding vehemently in her throat, Melody prepares to raise herself up to greet the threat. Her movements, however, are stopped short by the sound of the radio and the familiar voice answering. “Street?!!” Tremulous, his name escapes her weary tongue. Heady is the sigh that follows as Melody eases her vision above the cluttered surface of the desk.

Sure enough, her eyes did not deceive her. “Thank God it’s you!” She murmurs as he rounds the corner and approaches her location. She clasps tightly onto his hand and allows herself to raise from the floor revealing three children under the ages of six. Immediately, she throws her arms tightly around him. Taking only a moment to nuzzle her nose against the slim area of his neck left exposed. “Are.... are you okay?” When she takes a step back, she begins to understand why it is he issued the warning statement. His uniform was certainly a casualty of battle. It was stained irredeemably with blood. “Jim.....” She starts her voice dropping several octaves, “are you sure you’re okay? Let me check you over...”

It’s only a small voice of the boy that returns her attention to her charges. “But first, we’d better get these brave kids back to their parents.” Then, as if an explanation was required, Melody tacks on. “In all of the chaos, I took them under my wing...” She pauses. “But don’t think that this is going to get you off the hook. I want to make sure you’re okay...”

“Candy?” Sheepishly prods Aiden as he wipes his sniveling nose over his sleeve.

“Forget that. What about my hundred bucks, lady?” Questions the six-year-old Cantessa with obvious priorities. Turning to Aiden, she announces, “cause a hundred bucks will buy you more candy than there is in that jar. Someone’s already eaten most of it!” She remarks, as if truly scandalized.

Melody suspects the jar was never really full to begin with. She deigns not argue such a moot point with little ones who just survived a traumatic event.

“It’ll buy me a whole year of candy!” Cantessa announces to anyone who would listen.

The three-year-old Josie emerges from under the desk and wraps her arms around Melody’s leg tightly. “Can I have ice -queam instead?”

Melody laughs nervously. It’s almost impossible not to melt under the flash of doleful-puppy eyes cast in her direction. She was about to respond when a stress-crazed mother bursts forward. “My BABIES!!!” She throws herself on the floor to scoop Josie and Cantessa into her arms. Her hug cured the girls temporarily of their desire for the requested and very justifiable bribes. A deal was a deal.

She doles out two-hundred dollars from her purse and hands it over to the skeptical mother. “It was a bribe to make sure they stayed quiet and safe...”

The boy, however, didn’t see his mother and began to openly weep. Melody instantly swoops down and picks him up. “Jim, here, might have shiny toy badge for you since you were the bravest of them all. Don’t you? And if he doesn’t, my boss Mitch might. Cause the little guy here is probably going to be a lifeguard...” The two-year-old was too stressed to really focus on prizes. He really, deeply, wanted his Moma.

She reached over and gave him a little piece of chocolate. Something she believes is okay for someone so small in comparison to the dumdums and the mints.

“There weren’t any--- any civilians --- hurt? Right?” Melody implores in a hushed tone, letting her lips nearly drift across Street’s ear. She didn’t necessarily want her delicate company finding out from them if something horrendous had happened. She hadn’t the heart for it. Not when she already felt such an affinity for the small boy.

#Muse: Melody #Melody x Street #tw: longish reply #tw: gunmen #npc Aiden #Npc Cantessa #NPC Josie #tw: blood #tw: mentions of blood #Melody X Street: if you're lost you can look and you will find me ~ Time after time~#Verse: Baywatch rookie #Verse: California dreaming ~ Baywatch

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Body Composition Exercises for All Shapes and Sizes

The only body you should be looking for is your own. These body composition exercises will help you achieve your ideal healthy weight and build strength.

Your silhouette belongs only to you. No matter how much your body looks like someone else's, your physical makeup is arranged differently. To achieve the healthiest weight, it's important to answer two questions: what is body composition and are there body composition exercises that can help you achieve your health goals?

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Rotate your Workouts Some people are more inclined to exercise for cardiovascular fitness, while others prefer strength training. The ideal solution is to find a balance between the two, not only to allow time for your muscles to recover, but also to work your whole body. For example, you can spend Monday in spinning classes or a brisk jog to start the week. On Wednesdays you can do circuit training. Maybe you pump iron on Fridays. Weekends can be reserved for fun body composition exercises that bring together a bit of all three.

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Incorporate squats into your daily activities Make your squats more explosive by jumping from the bottom position. Do this repeating for 45 seconds, then pause for 15 seconds before repeating. Do five reps. You can add it to your regular training sessions or include it in your daily routine, for example when you have to pick up your baby's toys. Squats challenge your core and lower body, but adding pullovers at the end will make them more intense and help you burn more calories.

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Forget looking at someone's body as an ankle. Listen to yours and learn to align your fitness goals with your unique physical makeup. A perfect body is a healthy body, and these body composition exercises will help you achieve it.

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merakiui · 3 years

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A Leaf Swept up in an Autumnal Breeze

yandere!kaedehara kazuha x (gender neutral) reader art credit - Tourou_7 on twt cw: yandere, unhealthy/obsessive behaviors, slight nsfw implications/thoughts, alcohol consumption, intoxication, spoilers for kazuha’s character story + inazuma lore note - i decided to write something short for kazuha as i analyze what we know so far of his character. hopefully the characterization isn’t too off! please enjoy nonetheless! orz

The moonlight casts its thin rays upon the calm, motionless sea. In the distance, fish surface and their movements are captured in the ripples that expand in the water, a minor blip in the otherwise tranquil atmosphere of the dark night. As if a god has taken a brush to the sky, utilizing its inky vastness as a canvas, the stars have been drawn in small specks—winking down at those who sleep underneath a blanket of natural light.

And you are caught up in the glorious shimmer, grinning widely as Beidou wraps her arm around you, pulling you against her as if the two of you have known each other for years. In reality, it’s only been a few months since you were discovered on her ship: a hidden stowaway with your Vision clutched in your hands and raw resolve etched into your body in the form of bruises and old scars. You’re a fighter and yet you also ran from something. Kazuha can’t quite tell what it is you’ve escaped. Whether it’s another person, a group of people, or even an entire nation, he’s certain it’s worthy of the risks that come with fleeing.

Your Vision shines brightly, a stark contrast to the dark color scheme of your clothes. He tries to place a nation to your outfit and comes up empty, his thoughts returning to Inazuma as though it’s the only place he can think of. And he supposes that’s true. The situation in Inazuma has clouded his mind with its strange fog, taking up residence in the nooks and crannies of his brain. Though he can dwell upon the past and the mistakes that led up to the downfall of a precious friend, he knows there is no use for such somber reflections during a happy celebration. Life moves on, as the common saying goes, and he cannot allow himself to remain trapped in the past.

During moments such as these, where he relives the horrible memory in vivid detail, you are a sweet balm that soothes the sting of loss. Even when you’re struggling to stand, face hot from the intoxication of good drinks in even better company, you’re a wondrous presence who chases away his doubts and worries.

Unknowingly, you cast a temporary shroud over those matters and he’s put at ease the minute you extend your arm in his direction.

“Kazuha! Come over here. Let’s dance!”

A hiccup interrupts your jovial giggle and Beidou chuckles before throwing her head back to drink what’s left in her flask. The aura of her ship is beyond lively. Men and women alike celebrate another successful week with drinks, harrowing tales of past heroes, and broken ballads sang in drunken tones. He can’t help the smile that sprouts on his lips. You’re such an outgoing person, always wanting to include him in your daily activities. And though he politely declines whenever you offer him alcohol, he has wondered what the appeal could possibly be.

Perhaps it’s the idea of losing your sensibility for one night, ignoring all reason for the sake of spending pleasurable moments in the confines of a warm bed, wrapped snugly in a lover’s embrace. Such instances are lost to intoxicating pleasure—buried under a hazy recollection come morning. But you haven’t done that sort of thing. Kazuha would know. He listens in while you’re relaxing—while you’re bathing and going about life on the ship without a care in the world—and his head runs wild with all sorts of fantasies. Fantasies he never would have imagined had he not met you.

To think you were just a mere stowaway, a trespasser who had snuck onto the ship and hid in the darkest corner, obscured by crates and chests. And he had pulled those crates aside in search of a few ingredients and his eyes met yours and you held your finger to your lips—a silent urge to keep quiet—and his heart skipped a beat.

It was a special meeting between two, which will remain locked away in his heart for all of eternity. A memory he regards with warm fondness. After much negotiation and a disarming conversation, you were soon welcomed with open arms as Beidou practically offered you to join her crew. You had nowhere else to go—no one else to see or protect—and so you agreed. And Kazuha felt a relief he hasn’t felt in a while, the sort of emotion that stems from almost losing something important.

The pure relief that comes and goes once he realizes you’re a missing piece in the puzzle of his life.

“You’ll trip,” he warns, pushing off from the side of the ship and walking over to you and Beidou. “It wouldn’t be wise to dance in your inebriated state. Surely you’re aware of this, no?”

“I can hold my alcohol.” Your wavering glare doesn’t reach him. “Don’t... Don’t think otherwise or else I’ll—ah!”

The majority of Beidou’s weight burdens your shoulders and you nearly almost crumble.

“You—“ she searches for a means to steady herself— “worry too much,” the captain adds, nodding in agreement to an unspoken statement. “It’ll be okay! Live a little while you’re still young.”

Kazuha sighs and easily slips between the two of you, hooking his arm around Beidou’s waist as he guides her to a barrel. The scent of alcohol kisses the air, clinging to your clothes and breath like an oversaturated perfume. Once she’s sat down, now fully determined to get the last few drops from out of the flask, the rōnin turns to you. He’s caught by surprise when your hands grasp his, your eager expression stabbing his heart with a dozen pins. He’s rooted to the floorboards, unable to look away when your face is dangerously close to his.

“You heard the captain,” you tease in a slurred voice. “Live a little.”

And he does. Or he thinks he does. Having traveled with Beidou, this is the current life he’s come to know and appreciate. But is it truly living if he feels unfulfilled in the process? To find a means for bringing back the familiar glow in a lonely Vision. To secure peace of mind and put his rowdy thoughts to rest. To one day return to the nation he was forced to flee, with you in tow. Are all of these things necessary in order to fill the gaping void in his damaged heart? Kazuha wonders if you also came from Inazuma. Perhaps you wouldn’t be so surprised to see the scenery if he were to take you there. Not now, of course. Sometime in the future, if such a future holds a changed Inazuma.

“I’m going to warn you now,” he mumbles, his fingers ghosting over your waist, “I’m not what one would call a dancer of skillful grace.”

“I don’t think that’s true, dear Kazuha.”

He blinks once and then releases a short laugh at the endearing term. “If you say so.”

“Enough talk.” You huff and pull him into your chest and he feels as though he could stay locked in this position for millennia. “Dance with me before...” A stilted pause as you nearly forget your sentence. “Before I turn in for the night. That’s it.”

Or before you get sick, he thinks, not so cheerful about the inevitable mess. But he’ll tolerate it because you’ve tolerated him. You never pry into his past, nor do you force him to answer personal questions regarding Inazuma and the Raiden Shogun. If you ever notice the way he lingers near your quarters, you don’t say a word. And if you hear his subdued moans as his hand moves in time with a picturesque fantasy of your nude form pressed against his, you keep your mouth shut. You are everything he could ever want and like the very ideal the Raiden Shogun wishes to uphold he wants to pursue an eternity with you.

Your movements are far from the precision you normally have when moving about the ship and it’s a very odd dance. Yet you spin him and he follows your unusual lead like an animal with tunnel vision. For a taut moment, the background noise melts away into obscurity and the two of you are the only people in existence. He stares at your face the entire time, ignoring the way your sandals crush his feet or the instances where he unintentionally returns the gesture. It’s certainly an awkward sort of waltz, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

And in this moment where no one else matters, he sees your radiance in the glow of the moon. You truly are worthy of the sun and the stars beyond and should you verbalize an outlandish wish of that nature he has no choice but to follow through.

Like a leaf swept up in an autumnal breeze, reminiscent of a ronin who lacks a place in the world, Kazuha allows himself to be carried on by the winds that rustle the sails and tangle through your hair, painting you in a backdrop that’s heaven handcrafted by the pickiest god. And where you have your wits, a lively Vision, and your confidence, he only has his blade, a dull Vision, and an inkling of hope. But that’s really all he requires.

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