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moodymisty · 1 year

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If you’re taking requests, can you do sex pollen (it’s 60 I’m pretty sure) with Cody? Tysm! 🥰

Author’s note: Hey hun! Sorry you sat in my inbox for quite a bit, I was trying to think of the best way to go about this. I took the typical route of having Cody get the pollen sniff, but if people want I have some #neato ideas for a fic where the reader gets the pollen sniff. (Pst if anyone wants it, the trick is to spam my inbox)

I've never actually written anything for sex pollen before, so bear with me on this;

Relationship: Commander Cody/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Sex pollen trope, Light dubcon? The typical sex pollen ‘I can’t hold back’ type, Rough sex of the quick and dirty kind, Unprotected sex,

06:00; It’s barely going to be dawn when we set out…

The datapad in his hands shines a soft light onto Cody’s plastoid armor as he walks, reading over the report yet another time.

It has to be the third time he’s looked it over by now, but he just can’t help it. Maybe it’s a nervous tick; Maybe it’s just an attempt to reassure himself.

It’s late enough into the night that the halls are pretty much completely empty, apart from a few clones working on cleaning and maintenance duties. It’s the most quiet he’s ever seen this base, and while in a way it’s comfortable, it also instills a bit of worry into him

A calm before the storm, he might dare to say.

But it isn’t something he can afford to be affected by, not when he has so many men looking to him for orders. Both on this mission, and in general.

Only one squad for a recon mission; We’re going to be spread thin out there…

At least this planets wildlife isn’t as hostile as Kashyyyk, according to previous missions. But recon still holds it’s hazards.

Cody doesn’t have a bad feeling about the mission per say, but he has an inkling that it might not go exactly as it’s planned. Granted, he can’t exactly say that many GAR missions go as planned; As is the nature of war.

“Commander!”

Eyes leaving the datapad they quickly look around, the sound of someone’s yell echoing through the quiet hall. He glances around for a moment until he sees an arm waving at him, and the clone steps out further out of the doorway once they think he can’t see them. It’s Waxer.

“Come here!”

Cody speeds up to a jog and quickly approaches, looking at the trooper with concern.

“Is something wrong?”

Normally people don’t exactly yell for him unless something’s wrong, or is very soon going to be. Instead however Waxer is smiling wide enough to hurt, and is almost seeming somewhat mischievous.

“I have a surprise.”

Waxer isn’t really prepared for the confused and not very excited look Cody sports, but still tries to keep up his play.

After all he knows well that this is a surprise Cody wants, even if he doesn’t quite know it yet. After seeing Cody’s suspicious look, Waxer still maintains his look of knowing excitement.

And so he steps aside, revealing Boil; Unsurprising, but also you. Which needless to say makes Cody’s eyes noticeably widen.

“Surprise!”

You smile at him, a big sweet one that has your cheeks squishing. Waxer has to contain his laugh at the way Cody so visibly perks at the sight of you, before him and Boil quickly move to dip out of the room. They got their moment of fun out of this, time to sleep.

Meanwhile you move to casual cross your arms and stare at the commander, him only moving a footstep to let the two troopers by but not unlocking sight from you.

“Got a minute? Since you’re here and all.”

Cody doubts he’ll get too much sleep tonight anyways, so he decides to indulge in a moment of your time. A pleasant surprise. A more than pleasant one.

After letting the other troopers by he takes two large strides following you into the room before the door slides shut behind him, looking around. The place looks clean, apart from some shoddily packed supply crates and a table overfilled with bits and baubles. It’s all medical stuff, Cody honestly hasn’t a clue what most of it is beyond the necessities.

“They stationed you here? When?”

He didn’t expect to see you here, normally you stayed on Coruscant.

“Yeah, they had me come out as a base medic. It was last minute; I found out a few hours after you’d already shipped out of Coruscant. Sorry I didn’t have the chance to tell you.” You can already see his shoulders beginning to relax a bit, and part of you worries if Cody’s been overworking himself again. He’s constantly neglecting himself, and no matter much you scold him about it, he still does. Part of you thinks it’s just muscle memory now.

“I’m just happy I get to see my boys in orange in the field.” Cody lets a small smile grow.

“I’m sure they’ll be happy to have you here. Always improves morale.” A medical droid beeps as it goes about it’s pre-programmed business behind you, as you grin even wider.

“Aww, I improve morale?”

Suddenly, Cody feels a little less confident; And can’t prevent the way his eyes look away for a moment.

“Well, a lot of the troopers have gotten a little spoiled on your bedside manner.” Cody’s upper lip curls up a bit on one side.

She’ll fix you up good for sure; Helps that she’s so nice on the eyes.

Cody hadn’t punched that trooper for saying that about you, but he sure had wanted to.

“A little too spoiled.”

In his stiff expression you take the moment to walk closer to him, pressing your chest against his and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Well don’t worry; You’re the only Commander I get orders from. You always get my best bedside manner.” Cody smiles as you tug on his neck enough to pull his lips to yours, stealing a rare kiss while you have the chance. You get them so rarely, and now that you’re both in the same spot, you can’t help but be a little greedy.

He can’t help it either, but Cody tends to be just a tad more subtle about it.

Though not subtle enough to not clue in a good portion of the troopers under his command about it; Though they’d never dare tell.

“I wouldn’t be too happy if you weren’t.” Cody sees that mischievous smile of yours, tucking away that little tidbit of information for later. You can’t use it right now but, maybe when he’s on shore leave back on Coruscant.

“Loyal to the 212th, sir.”

He ‘tsks’ you and shakes his head. That tone of voice you’re using is a one stop shop to trouble.

“Watch it. We’re not in your apartment. Don't try and use that on me.”

If only you were. Cody cuts your meeting short now however, as he’s already taken up so much time already. He doesn’t have much of it, especially now that they’re about to go out on mission. Pulling away from your arms he makes sure his armor is on right and his hair is fixed, nodding to you a good night before moving to the door.

You catch him just before his hand hits the button however, causing him to turn around with raised eyebrows.

“One for good luck.”

You steal one more kiss, before finally letting him go. He has to get what little bit of sleep he can muster up before they have to roll out, even if it’s already so late already.

But with you closer by he can sleep just a bit more soundly, even if it’s nowhere near as indulgent as when he’s in your home.

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It’s still in the early dawn; As Cody as suspected. By the time they land the light was barely shining through the trees, and the air still laid with a light chill. Nothing that would affect troopers wearing full armor, and if anything bringing some relief before the forest would quickly begin to heat up.

“Keep your heads up. We don’t fully know whats out here yet; Sentient or otherwise.”

The small group of troopers all nod, holding blasters secure as the gunship cools down. The pilot is to keep it landed and at the ready, the landing zone well hidden by a myriad of tall trees and bushes.

“They gave us a good idea what’s out here, but we’re still going in blind.”

With one squad of troopers it’s a good amount for searching a small area, but not a lot for any sort of oncoming firefight. They still don’t know where the Separatist base activity is, and the plan is to find evidence of droid travel or construction that could lead them there.

Though it seems the forest is intent on fighting back against their efforts, it seems.

Troopers are attempting to weave around trees and brushes, and dodging small animals scurrying past them in fear. Nothing is attacking however, which is a small victory.

“Sun’s rising quickly, Commander.”

Good, Cody thinks. True stealth was never is forte. If anything, the lack of blaster fire almost makes him uncomfortable.

What is in the ground that makes these damn plants grow so big… The flower stems are thicker than some trees.

Neither is navigating around large plants his specialty, as one particularly bright colored batch of flowers blocks the little wildlife-created path he’d been using. The sheer size of the petals on the central flower is causing the plant to weep over the path, and Cody has to shuffle around it.

In his effort to brush by the plant he doesn’t have much room to maneuver, and ends up colliding against one of the petals with his thigh. It shakes an sunset colored pollen shakes off of it, coating a bit of his thigh armor as well as wafting upward.

It smells, odd.

If he had to describe it he would say it smelled sweet; Though not of the sickly sweet kind like some flowers. As he walks a hand brushes down to get some of the sticky pollen off his armor, though it only ends up sticking to his glove; As he fails to watch the area ahead of him.

He trips on one of it’s other bulbous roots and falls to one knee, wincing at the pain of it taking the brunt of his weight.

“Commander! Are you ok?”

Quickly a trooper comes to his aid, offering out a hand that Cody gently refuses.

“I’m fine; Just a tree root. Keep moving.”

Cody stands upright, brushing himself off and regaining what tiny bit of compose that he’d lost. The team only ends up trekking forward for a short while longer, before Cody feels they aren’t making any notable progress. They aren’t doing anything a probe droid wouldn’t be able to do. There’s no sign of Separatist activity in this sector at least, they’ll have to send another team out to keep scouting.

“Lets pull back; We’re straying too far from the ship. It looks like night’s going to fall soon too.”

With the soldiers gathered they slowly retrace their steps back to the ship, and pile back in. Overall uneventful by 212th standards, granted they aren’t used being sent on these sorts of recon missions.

The gunship remains quiet for a good while as everyone pulls off their helmets, including Cody; Who holds onto the dangling support handle with a white knuckle grip beneath his gloves.

It must be the humid air on this planet; His entire body just feels tight and hot. It had been steadily rising ever since they’d pulled back to the ship, and while he feels off, he can’t quite place what.

“Commander, you doing ok?”

Cody rubs his neck and pulls at the collar of his body glove, nodding. He feels tense, but nothing to admit to anyone else.

“I’m fine, trooper.”

Boil doesn’t seem to fully believe him, but levels off when Waxer makes a joke about it being stuffy in the gunship with so many bodies in here. Boil agrees but, it shouldn’t be enough to make someone start to sweat, as Cody’s skin seems to have almost a light sheen on it.

“We’ll be back to the base soon anyways.” Waxer leans back, intent to enjoy a few moments of the gunship’s engines rumbling.

All stays quiet until the base is nearly in sight over the treeline, and suddenly Cody’s grip on the hanging support handle loosens and he almost falls to the ground.

“Woah! Commander!”

Boil quickly moves to catch him, though Cody steadies himself enough that he doesn’t quite need it.

“You’re not looking to good…”

Another trooper leans into the cockpit, speaking to the pilot.

“Hey you might wanna hurry up, the Commander isn’t looking to good back here.”

The pilot grows a look of concern, even as he gunship lands and the troopers all quickly shuffle out. Waxer attempts to stand closer to Cody just in case, but he snubs him away regardless.

“I’ll be fine, really I-”

Gods, it’s so hot in here. Feel like I’m boiling alive.

Cody tugs at the collar of his body glove, and makes his way to your office. If you weren’t here he might’ve attempted to tough whatever this is out; But he knows damn well that if you’re here one of his troopers will tell- and you will kill him.

Hell, you might clap him for getting caught unawares by something so silly; You’ve done it to his troopers for less.

He may not be a medic but he understands the sentiment, especially since you’ve had to become so used to the clones coming in and out of your care in the hundreds.

The moment he enters he wants to hit himself, seeing the way your face goes from excitement to shock within moments.

“Cody-” You stop once you see his face, as well as his troopers behind him.

“What happened?”

Out of all of the ones to get hurt, you hadn’t expected it to be Cody; Given how vigilant and strict he usually is. He sits hard on the examination table, pushing a few stray curls of his hair off his damp forehead.

“He was fine for the entire mission, but when we were on the gunship back he almost passed out.”

Boil and Waxer look over their commander concerned, before darting to look at you for answers.

“Just give him some air. Don’t worry, I’ll tell you all the moment anything changes after I give him a once over.” They don’t exactly look like they want to leave, but the moment you give them a stern look, they nod and move to retreat.

“Take good care of him, ma’am.”

Too busy trying to gather your tools you don’t object to the overly formal tone they still sometimes fall into using with you, before the door slides shut behind them.

“Ok, let me just get-” Turning around to grab one more thing, the moment you do so you notice Cody attempting to slip off the medical table, even in his unstable state. Quickly you move to push him back down, hands on his shoulders.

“Cody, seriously. You need to sit down for a bit.” He attempts to get up again despite your insistence.

“I’m fine, I-” one hand attempts to push his shoulder.

Why is it that just now that he has a good look at you, he suddenly feels like he’s underwater?

Gods, she looks...

“No you are not! Your heart rate is crazy high and your temp is so high you look overheated.”

Don’t care. Come closer to me. Put your hands on me again.

He barely hears what you’re saying, with the way he feels your hands touching him. It all feels exaggerated, and he wants more of it. Nothing else even matters.

More more more more...

He’s noticing how suffocatingly tight his armor feels; All of it, codpiece included. He hadn’t realized the erection he’d been sporting until just now, when he feels the throbbing underneath his armor. When you turn around from gabbing something and notice him attempting to pull of his chestplate, and attempt to help him get more comfortable. But when you do, one of his hands suddenly grasps your wrist instead.

“Cody! What the-”

His lips are suddenly pressing against the corner of your mouth with so much force it almost sends you toppling forward onto him, hands against his chest.

“S-Slow down!”

You don’t even know whats come over him so suddenly, but it seems to have almost completely taken over his entire mind. He’s mumbling your name, moaning and groaning as if in both pleasure and pain. His eyes are blown out, almost completely dilated. You’ve only ever seen them like that when you’re...

He’s able to tear of various pieces of his armor even in this state, even as you attempt to hold him still enough to figure things out.

“Cody, you need to-”

His movements cut your voice off, as he gets up and pushes you onto the table instead. With his chest piece and a few other pieces of armor torn away, you gasp at the suddenly feeling of his mouth pressing against the vein in your neck. He nips and sucks as if trying to taste every bit of you, forcing your knees apart so his hips can grind against your own.

“Fuck... I, you need to sit down… We can’t do this here...”

It’s not as if you can fight him on it much, more so as he tempts you into whatever his fogged mind is thinking. Your hands grip his shoulders tight but no longer are intently trying to push him away, as your bottom lip slips between your teeth.

Even through his thick body glove you can feel how hard his cock his, only moving away for you to slide a hand downward and free himself.

He’s still panting and groaning, Syllables of your name being caught in-between.

You barely have time to even assist him in getting off your bottoms, before he’s wrenching them down and snapping multiple threads. One shoe gets pulled off in the process and your pants and underwear dangle by one ankle, and with the only obstruction out of the way, his frantic attempts to free his cock yield fruit as he presses against you.

He’s throbbing; Desperate and grinding against your heat as his teeth scrape against part of your exposed collarbone. Your juices coat his cock quickly as he rubs in-between your folds, teasing you and pulling even louder sounds from yourself. Not as loud as him however, as Cody’s the most unabashedly loud you’ve ever seen him. Normally he tries to be somewhat couth even in the most intimate of times, though this time, he just doesn’t seem to care.

Whatever has snapped in his has him only caring about sex sex sex, and neither location or timing seems to matter in the fucking slightest.

You don’t resist him when he slips a hand between you and aligns his cock against your entrance, shoving himself inside of you as you gasp and hold onto him.

He begins fucking you almost instantly and relentlessly; Seeking to desperately grab the only thing his mind is telling him he needs while you moan underneath him. He’s thrusting into you with such strength he ends up sliding you backwards on the table and away from him, until he grips your hips tightly and wretches you right onto the very edge of the table back close to him.

The motion makes you squeal, though Cody seems to pay no mind to it.

He doesn’t seem to pay much mind to anything, other than the way your cunt tightens around him like a vice, warm and hot. He fucks you through it as your nails dig into the skin of his shoulders and neck, some leaving marks even over his body glove.

Though you doubt he’ll much care with whatever has overtaken him still having it’s hold, as Cody slams his hips against your own.

“F-Fuck, Cody…”

It’s almost like he’s outside himself; So blindly confused by lust that he barely knows up from down.

He knows you however, and is driving as deeply into you as he can while his teeth scratch against your neck. He only dares to slow when his hands grip so tightly his fingers are leaving dents in your skin, cumming deeply inside you. He feels so hot, both on where ever he’s touching you, and inside of you. It either doesn’t effect him or he doesn’t care about anything else.

His mouth never leaves your as your fingers wrap in his hair, gasping as your body feels tight as a coil.

“Cody, you have to slow down, I-”

He doesn’t listen, or maybe he can’t; As it’s only moments before he’s already fucking you again, desperately trying to feed his hunger. He drives himself so deep inside of you it almost feels to far, causing you to moan to the point your throat almost feels hoarse.

It’s his grinding against every part of you, hands pulling you so tight against him that it’s almost like he wants to become one with you, that has your heart pounding against it’s cage and unravels you, crossing your ankles behind his hips and keeping him close as you cum around him. He slows but just barely; He’s not going to dare stop, his body won’t let him.

You feel so soft and tight around his cock it’s perfect, exactly what he had needed, but he still doesn’t feel like he’s satiated.

It almost feels like hours before Cody is even able to speak a coherent sentence again, the fog finally lifting from his head enough to do so.

“I, what…”

He’s still dazed by the look of you beneath him, your clothes torn asunder and face flushed hot, but he remembers enough to piece together how he got here. He might almost feel guilt coming up, but the outline of your chest straining against your shirt as you attempt to catch your breath distracts him enough from it.

“Cody, what happened out there?” Your sentence is chopped by harsh breathes, and Cody is the same.

“I… I don’t really know. There was the forest, then a tripped over some odd smelling plant and I…”

He takes in a deep breath, sighs; And gives up on finishing his sentence, feeling his cock still deep inside of you.

“Gods, I want to fuck you again.”

He mumbles it against your lips, you both feeling the heat coming from the other’s skin. Whatever overtook him is faded slightly, but he still feels like he needs more and more.

“Ok, one more.”

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jaketsparrow · 8 months

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Tending Part 4!

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f! Reader

Word Count: 9.7K

A/N: That last chapter was… a lot. A little change of pace this time :) I’m so very sorry this took so long, but I was captivated with one of my other 8 million hobbies.

A special shout out to @gvfpal for being an amazing person and helping me with this chapter! 🫶

MINORS DNI

MENTIONS OF/ TW: Soft Jake (I’m sorry), fluffy stuff, fingering (F! Receiving), swearing, sexually explicit content, teasing/edging, *some* angst :)

MASTERPOST

It's hard to tell when the morning comes. The blackout curtains in the room offer no indication of the time. Your naked body still rests between the maroon sheets; cozied between the layers. You turned yourself away from him during the night; he chose a better spooning position that almost made you jump on him. He was so close, pressing himself into you with slow thrusts. If only his boxer briefs hadn’t been there…

You turn yourself to face Jake… Except… Like always- he’s not there. A sigh escapes your disappointed lips.

Why is he always gone?

You wish just one time you could wake up next to him and surprise him with your own sort of morning treat. You wish you could feel more than just the nights with him. Would that be asking for too much intimacy? Too much too soon?

Maybe for him, but for you it was all you wanted. Sexual intimacy can be enough, but knowing someone like Jake, he was always going to leave you wanting more. This was a fun game to him, knowing you’d get worked up and upset by his absence. He was right of course, but you wish for once you’d have all the cards.

After last night you finally thought you had turned into something worth his time. But in reality, Jake wouldn’t change that quickly, he just needed to do enough for you to forgive him. You fell for it and would continue to. He was your addiction, and you would continue being strung out for his attention.

Jake’s house was the perfect blend of clean but disorganized. You imagined this space is exactly how the inside of his brain looked. Every surface was clean, but stacks of information and knick-knacks pile on bookshelves, and musical paraphernalia was placed everywhere. It was not messy, but actually strategic and logically arranged artifacts.

The house opens directly into the mellow-vibed living room. The area is occupied by a luxurious and worn brown leather couch and an orange cloth armchair. The floor has been covered in a dusty blue rug that sat underneath the wooden coffee table, which was covered in sheet music. The opposite wall had a modestly sized TV and next to it a large stereo system. Speakers litter the floor around a turntable, and vinyls sit in a crate directly next to it. The walls house several different vintage posters; some movies, and some travel. All with muted color palettes of earth tones.

There were no overhead lights in use, but rather a few soft lamps that provided an ambient glow to the space. A perfect cozy retreat… An artist’s cave.

Nothing in the room matched each other, but it all fit seamlessly. Like an amalgamation of collected objects that he just had to have in his life. It was like he ran into an antique store and had to grab everything in sight as quick as he could.

Jake ushered you further into the room, gently nudging you with his hand on your hip. Your eyes continue to wander the space, taking in every inch, trying to absorb every moment. This brief glimpse into Jake’s life is rare, and you spare no time trying to analyze it all.

For the past week, you tried not to think about Jake. It was hard to imagine him not in your life, even though he had only been a presence for a short time.

That’s the thing about obsessions, you rely on them to be there constantly. You can obsess over a band, you can also obsess over a favorite TV show or a celebrity, and the best part about it- they’re always there. You can always find them. With Jake, he was an obsession that could never really be yours. You would have to chase down any information out of him. It was practically an interrogation with him, playing good cop bad cop to try and fish anything personal out.

He was your new addiction. It was sad to say that you could become addicted to someone like him, but it was easy to miss him. Every moment you wish would have lasted a little longer, every time you woke up hoping he was there with you, every shift you hoped he would be there. He was the strongest drug you’ve ever tried. You relied on his praise, on him noticing you. It was maybe unhealthy, but the need you had for him felt justified.

Everything felt worth it in that moment. Being allowed into his home was like stepping into a new form of intimacy. The dark and mysterious Jake wasn’t as mysterious as he used to be. He was opening his world to you. It was like walking out of a dark room and into day glow. It felt like finally finding that stupid puzzle piece you searched hours for, that you finally found and could place.

Today sitting in the field was the most romantic moment of your life, even if you were dragged there against your will. It made the possibility of you two seem real. You didn’t want to feel hopeful just yet, but the companionship you felt today did nothing but warm you.

You decide it would probably be best to say something instead of being in your usual silent shock, “Wow… Jake, this is a… really nice space…”

He squeezes your hip and blushes at your compliment.

“Thanks, uh… like yours, my personality kinda just took over.” He abandons your side and walks over to the turntable in the corner of the room. He leans down to the box of vinyls; sifting through a few before turning back to you. He tucks the hair that falls in front of his eyes, “What do you like to listen to?”

“Um… Anything really,” You take a few steps further into the living room to try and get a better look at his collection. Pushing forward slightly, tucking your hands behind you to distract them from awkwardly moving about. You don’t recognize much of the music in the case; of course, he wouldn’t be the kind to collect anything too popular. It looks like a collection of old blues, rock, and well really the classics.

Jake finally settles on what looks like a blues album and pulls the record from its sleeve. The jacket is old and tattered, well used most likely or second hand. He slowly lowers it to the turntable and starts it on a low volume. The crackles of the vinyl start and the first song echoes softly across the decorated walls. He takes a step back and rests his hands on his hips, admiring his choice.

Jake has this look of pure accomplishment, like he just couldn’t stand how proud he was. It was honestly adorable. A huge smirk is creeping over him and his eyes are excited and wide.

He stares at the spinning music for a moment, before turning his gaze back to you. You feel so awkward standing there in his home. Before, he had only been in your space, a comfortable option. But now you werre in his home, taking possibly the biggest step you two had taken yet.

It still feels out of place for you to be somewhere with him other than the bar. The past couple of months that was the only place you were even able to see him. There were no outside events between you two, no mutual friends to visit, no one went out for drinks after work because you had already been drinking. Before that first night, Jake was like an enigma, only appearing behind the bar when called.

That one night together changed everything. You saw the full range of Jake’s emotions in just a short time, and you saw your full range of feelings for Jake. There was no denying that you’ve already suffered the worst of your relationship already, and just hoped for more moments like this. Discovering and unearthing the man you knew he could be.

“Do you recognize it yet?” He asks.

“What? The song?”

“Yeah!” He grabs your hand and brings you closer to the record player. He squats down and turns up the volume with a slight crank. He points to his ear, “Listen…”

You lean down to get a better look at the sleeve and hear the rhythm better. The melody does sound familiar, but you can’t place where you heard it. You tap your fingers over your thigh, trying to feel the beat. The artist nor album rings any bells, but you can’t place why you remember the song…

Until it hits you.

“Oh! Your band!” You exclaim, “This is the song you guys opened with at the bar!”

He smiles at your realization. He can finally trust that you have good ears. Jake lifts himself from his low position and grabs your hands to bring you up with him. He reaches for your waist and pulls you in.

“Yeah…” He gazes at your eyes and smirks at you, “This is one of our favorites.”

He has a different feeling than usual, his aura is warm and comforting. All the rough edges that you thought about this past week were smoothing out in front of your eyes. Its like he’s sculpting a new version of his personality for only you to see.

You reach your hands out to wrap them around his neck, draping yourself over him. He returns the favor by reaching up the back of your shirt, caressing you closer against his body.

These were the things you had missed most. Feeling special to him. His touch was warm… Gentle. He wanted you to feel cared for in that moment. He couldn’t bear to keep any verbal apologies going, but these soft gestures were enough to make you whole. It was like he was tending to your wounds.

You felt like you finally were allowed to have some control over what happened between you. He wanted you. At least that’s what he said…

The flattery of knowing that he chose you over Mariella did something. You knew Mariella would have been anyone else’s first choice. She was a beautiful woman but lacked something compared to you. You try not to compare yourself to her, because right now, there was no need to.

“Dance with me?” You ask.

Jake laughs softly and shakes his head, “No, no. I don’t dance.”

“C’mon!” You plead, you’re so giddy to get him to cave, “It's the least you can do to make this week up for me,”

He throws his head back, laughing again.

You reach your hands further back to hold his head in your hands; gently running your fingers through his scalp. His hair is soft between you, freshly washed, silky even. He purrs softly at your petting. He also craved this softness, but he would deny it.

He lowers his head back down to look at you, smirking. His big brown eyes completely melt you every time you get to look this closely at them. It’s like that night in the bar all over again, back to a sense of normalcy. Joking and playing with each other, trying your best to awkwardly flirt.

Jake is so handsome tonight, you think to yourself. When is he ever not though? He was quite possibly the most attractive man you’ve ever seen, with intrusive tendencies that make your heart go wild, which might not be the best. There is no such thing as perfection, you remind yourself. He was going to try his best, and you would try yours to be patient with him.

“Maybe another time,” He answers, “Just listen to the music.”

You giggle at him and move your hands back down around his shoulders. They’re strong and sure. He’s at the perfect height that you don’t have to lift yourself too high to rest on him. You lay your head in the center of his chest, molding yourself to his body. You can hear his heartbeat gently beating. Oh, thank god, you had worried maybe he didn’t have one.

“I don’t listen with my ears,” You whisper

You use what little force you carry and gently sway him between your arms. Rocking your hips back and forth. He tries his hardest to fight your movements, but you can tell he wants to give in. Soon, he subdues his fighting, and leans into the swing. Shuffling his feet tightly; lightly stepping around yours.

You try your best to be sultry and coy, “I like to feel the music and do what it tells me,”

He lets out a faint chuckle and gives in further to your swaying. You rock back and forth across the floor, each step moving you further into the room. You try to help him lead the way, but ultimately take control of the movements.

He lets you take control in this moment; finally letting you show him how to be gentle. He rests the edge of his jaw against the top of your head, nuzzling into your mane. You wished maybe you had time to shower before he picked you up, but you’re sure the dry shampoo you use smells just fine.

Being close to him like this is pure bliss. Butterflies stir in your stomach, each one fluttering with the excitement of this new start. Each spot where you meet each other sparks with the heat of passion. It was like a scene from a movie, how silly.

Like the couple who just moved into their first apartment, and theres absolutely nothing set up yet except their record player that they unpacked first. The man walks over to the record player and puts on ‘their song’ and the woman can’t help but blush. He reaches his arm out to her, inviting her to be with him. She raises herself off the floor and swoops into his arms. The two of them moving about the empty apartment floors, unwinding after the long moving day. The stress of it all meant nothing to them though, because all they needed was already unpacked… Each other.

You wanted that with Jake. A familiarity. Your song. Which you suppose could be this song. You imagine your future together, wishful thinking. Life would be filled with movie moments, and you hoped he would be the star in each one.

You look over to the nightstand and see a glass of water sitting on a coaster. The fresh condensation drips down the side of the glass.

Did he put this out for you? He actually had a caring thought before he left and brought you a glass of water…?

You gather yourself up to reach for the glass and take a few cautious sips. The cold drink slides down your dry, rather exhausted throat. It quenches your thirst and instantly pulls you into an awake state.

Instead of his striking body lying next to you, there sits a lump. You lift your head slightly off the pillow to examine the objects to your side. It's a pile of folded clothes- your folded clothes. Not all of them though, just your sweatpants, your thong, and… a new item?

You reach over to the new t-shirt and pull it out from under the sweatpants. It's a white cotton shirt, soft and well-worn. You bring it to your face and inhale the fabric’s scent… It's Jake’s shirt. No doubt his gift is an apology for ripping yours last night. He would never apologize with his words over such behavior, but the gesture is still as nice.

You pull the sheets off of your body and begin to dress yourself on the mattress, starting with your gifted shirt. You want every second to smell like Jake, especially when he’s not there with you. Next the sweatpants, until you’re finally in your completely lazy outfit again; this time with an extra piece to your ensemble.

You slide your legs off of the mattress and touch your feet down to the cold wood floor. That truly is the most sobering part of getting up. You hesitate fully getting out of bed and choose to admire the room just a little longer. Last night presented no opportunities to survey the room. There was nowhere to look but him.

Jake’s room truly is as mysterious as he is. Dark, closed off, and has an air of calm and refreshing easement. There’s a vintage, timeless touch to his design. You wouldn’t expect him to put this much effort into his home, but it's clear that he carries a sense of pride in his spaces.

The room is quite vast, but caves in with the decor. The tall mahogany bedroom set is clunky in the space but fits well with the vibe. Under the bed sits a beautiful black rug with subtle detailing carved into the yarn. The nightstands are ornate; detailed with wood carvings along the edges. The corner of the room has another orange chair, different than the living rooms, it’s more cozy and comforting. A bookshelf sits next to it, with autobiographies of artists, historical pieces, and of course, classics.

There are a few different light sources in the room, but no overhead lights; he must have a distaste for them. The lamps are covered in cloth shades, adding a dull glow to the room. You wonder what it would look like if it were brightly lit and could see every detail around you.

There’s no TV in his room. Clearly, he hasn’t yet given in fully to modernity. You imagine his nights here alone, playing guitar, sitting in this room. Moving about the house like a shrouded figure of moodiness, taking in the space step by step. You imagine him lying in bed, staring at the objects that stack on each surface. There is nowhere for your eyes to rest; every little knick-knack is an object worth wondering about and admiring. These objects fill up his space, where a person has not.

You snap out of your snooping stare and make your way out of the bed.

Figuring Jake has left the house, you try your best to tidy up after yourself. You pull the sheets back into their rightful place, bringing each layer up into a tight spread. The bed has been erased of both of you, of your acts, of your…

“Look what you did pretty girl,” He whispers in your ear.

Ugh.

You creep towards the bedroom door, remembering the rest of your items wait for you in the living room. Your phone and shoes were simply an afterthought last night.

Jake takes his hand and reaches up to the back of your neck, gently wrapping his fingers up into the base of your scalp. His touch relaxes you; it heals you. After the anger and pain of this past week, you knew you needed some release. The tension that had built up from all the uncertainty was vanishing.

His other hand slides and relaxes across your back, embracing you. It’s hard not to notice the bulge growing between the two of you. You’re so tight against him, feeling him press himself into you, almost needing to be sure that you know of its presence.

The song tapers to the end and a new one begins. You nudge your head up, and Jake lifts to meet you. The contours of your noses barely touch each other. The desire sits heavily between you; your breath is the only thing separating you from him.

He brings his hands down to sit across the band of your sweatpants. It’s fucking devious how horny he can get you in a matter of moments. Feeling him with you, knowing all is forgiven, leaves little room for hesitation. You reach your lips up to meet his, but he pulls away from you.

Devastated, you pull back to look up into his eyes, “Jake, I need you.”

“Not here.” He whispers.

“Yes, here.” You beg back to him. Reaching your hands to hold his face, pawing at him to let you continue.

He runs his hands down over your ass, palming his hands on you. They move past your curves and reach underneath your thighs. In one swift lift, you find your legs around his hips, enclosed against his torso.

You bring your head to his ear, gently kissing the brim of his pierced lobes. He takes a few small steps towards the hallway, having to pace himself through heavy whining breaths.

“I said not here…” He repeats.

You continue to tease him, peppering his neck and profile with soft pecks. The warmth in your core is starting to take you over. A frenzy of lust cradles between the two of you. The soft pressure of the spreading hold he has you in makes you wish you weren’t separated by your clothes.

“I’ve been thinking about all the things you’re going to do to me,” you whisper.

He continues down the hallway, choosing to ignore your statement, wanting to follow through with his mission. You are completely unaware of where in his house you are being brought to. Most likely, his bedroom; it was going to be the ultimate insight into Jake’s mind.

Your nuzzled state into his neck left you limited vision to stare at your surroundings, but you were more concerned with the man holding you than the objects in his house.

Your moaning had become louder too, sounding like a starved animal, ready for a feast you’ve been waiting a week for.

“I need you,” You purr into his ear.

“Don’t worry pretty girl, I’ll give you everything you need.”

He backs himself to the door of the bedroom and leans to open it.

The room has a soft glow, although there isn’t much light present in the room. There are a few fixtures emitting an orange light, just enough brightness to outline the shape of the room.

“I want you in here,” He says.

He shuffles the both of you slowly over to the bed, bringing his knee to the edge of the mattress and slowly lowering you down into the center. Your head just barely rests on the pillow, and the comforter around you consumes your boundaries. Jake’s body hovers over you, his hair falling on the sides of his face, shrouding him slightly. His knee still rests between your legs, splitting yourself around him. The way he looks at you at this moment isn’t full of the usual fire and lust, it’s more caring; almost loving…

“Jake…” You mutter through hushed lips.

He sweeps your hair away from your cheek and leaves his hand there for a moment. You both have a habit of lingering.

“Tonight,” He leans in close, kissing the edge of your jaw, “I want to show you how special you are. Give you everything you deserve.”

“I want to be the only girl you remember,” You snap.

Some strange form of lingering jealousy that you almost regret. Here he is trying to make up for the behavior, showing you kindness, and yet you still let the bratty personality wash over you. You can’t help it. Being in his presence makes you this way. You’re trained to respond to him the way he’s wanted it previously. As much as he may deny it, he loves it when you fight back.

He lets out a disappointed ‘tsk’ in your ear, and backs himself from your face. “I need you to be a good girl for me tonight… My good girl.” He cups the side of your cheek and looks down on you in a stern and endearing manner. Those words ring through you ‘my good girl’. You were his, finally. Even if there were no official relationship titles, you were his. His plaything, his girl, the one he chose. You weren’t expecting such sweet words to be the kind of thing to turn you on this much, but you find yourself writhing underneath him.

“I can be good.”

“I know you can, sunshine.”

You swing the door open and stroll into the hallway, taking your time to walk through. Seeing Jake’s home in the daylight is a completely different vibe than the night. The whole house is brighter, letting in diffused light from the shades.

The artwork in this hallway is different than the living room. It’s not even artwork really, it's concert posters. You stop to admire the biggest one hanging by the bedroom door. It's a gig poster with his band written in small letters under some other local bands. The colorful squiggles and designs resemble a 70’s music poster. There are streaks of orange, purple, and yellow cascading underneath the lettering. It's nicer than the usual band posters you see posted up at the bar. It’s bright, eye-catching, and honestly pretty.

How cute, you think to yourself. It's nice to see he’s proud of his band.

You turn to head back down the hallway towards the living room, but pause when you hear whispers. Voices speaking on the other side of the wall in the living room. You can make out Jake’s voice, but there’s another male voice with his. The two sound comfortable talking together, like old friends… Maybe he has a roommate that he didn’t tell you about?

Well, that would be awkward considering how loud you both had been last night.

You stand there stuck at the edge of the hallway, unsure of whether or not to take a step further and introduce yourself into the situation. Did he want you to stay back, hidden away? Was this a private moment amongst men? An after-hook-up catch-up?

Let’s be honest, men don’t do that like this.

The confusing limbo of the moment pushes you to just take a step, and try to creep past as silently as possible. Maybe you can get Jake’s attention. You take your first step, successfully staying quiet, but the second step screws you. As soon as your foot presses into the hardwood, a loud creek echoes below you.

“Is someone here?” The unfamiliar voice asks.

Shit.

He leans back down into you and enters your mouth. His tongue lapping over yours. Both of you are too concerned to stop for air, kissing each other over and over; trying to make up for the time that was lost. Tasting each other ferociously, like you were trying to practically inhale each other.

Without hesitation, a hand is reaching up to your breast. You’d completely forgotten that you weren’t wearing a bra when you left the house earlier. Granted, you hadn’t really worn a bra in days.

“I have been looking at these all fucking night,” Jake mutters through breaking breaths. He pulls away from your entanglement and lays his tongue across your jaw, licking up to the crest of your ear, “Such a fucking naughty girl leaving like this. You wanted to tease me, huh?”

You let out a guilty sigh, taking accountability for your teasing.

His hands run over your already sensitive nipples, toying with them between his fingers. Rolling the buds over the pads of his fingers.

Being here in his control again is invigorating. Just thinking about being so close to him again sends shivers of lust through your needing body.

He releases you from his tease and reaches up underneath your shirt to the collar. He yanks forward, pulling you close to him. The sound of cloth ripping alarms you both, breaking the intimacy for a moment.

The collar had stretched and snapped from his tight grasp, a tear present where stitches used to be. A look of apology flashes over Jake’s eyes. The moment is entirely unsettling to him, but for you, it just made you hornier. Knowing how strong he is… He actually ripped your clothes off of your body.

You laugh, allowing him to be rid of any true guilt, and lift the shirt over your head.

“It had to come off anyways,” You throw the shirt to the end of the bed, not breaking your eye contact with Jake, “Plus, it was kind of hot.”

“Maybe you need some new shirts,” He jokes.

He places one hand around the crook of your neck, and the other at the soft point on your waist. You collide back into each other, pretending that the accident didn’t even happen. It’s unlike Jake to be so stunned by something like that; you’d think maybe he’d even done it before- on purpose.

You reach your hands under his shirt, lightly caressing his back. It feels so soft, smooth… Comforting. You’re not sure if he’s ever let you be this cuddly with him, and it might never happen again, so you try your best to make the most of it. Reaching up over every inch of his body, trying to feel every muscle, every warm inch of his skin.

Your hands move to the front of him, nudging at his shirt.

“So, should I rip yours now?” You ask, teasing him.

“You better shut up before I have to make you,” He says through a smirk.

He balances his legs beside yours and leans back to take off his shirt. You can’t help but blush to see him undress in front of you. He is truly the perfect specimen- the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. His skin is golden in this light, god-like even. He has these soft formed muscles, not incredibly chiseled, but enough padding to know that there’s a real strength to him.

He perches back over you, inches away from your face. There is truly nothing keeping you from tearing back into him. His face seems gentler than ever before, caring and intimate. It’s incredibly hard to not want to step into your usual games, but feeling this new side of him is even more enticing. Instead of a feverish lust growing over you, it’s a soft blooming need to be close to him.

His brown eyes are deep and beautiful. His hair falls perfectly past his face, draping down in soft tangled curtains around him. And his lips… Look more inviting than they ever have to you.

He slopes down to your jaw and places caressing kisses along your skin, moving down to your neck. Each kiss is placed with more intent than the last, and then each one getting sloppier as it moves down your chest, around your breasts, and to your stomach. A growling excited moan comes from within him when he reaches your pant line.

Jake tugs his fingers on the elastic waistband, teasing you in the worst way possible.

All you’ve thought about since you’d first seen him today is how he looks going down on you. The sweat that perspires on his forehead, the grunting moans that he can’t hold back, his tight grab around your thighs. It’s what you need.

“I’ve missed this,” He tugs again slowly on the waistband, pulling it down just enough for him to see how wet you’ve already gotten in your thong, “Looks like you have too naughty girl.”

“Jake please,” You beg, “You know how bad I need you.”

He stops his pulling, and looks up to you, with a devious look plastered across his face.

“Why don’t you tell me how bad you need me?”

You rock your head back and whine to him, upset that he still can’t resist being a tease. You drop your eyes back down to look at him, staring intently.

“Jake… All I can fucking think about is you tasting me.” He continues to pull your pants off of you, “I keep thinking of that first night together. How special you made me feel…”

Your pants finally are strewn aside.

“Yeah?” He eggs on.

“It was honestly the best I’ve felt in a long time. No man has ever-”

The pad of his thumb is teasing your warming clit. Jake is resting by your knees, head propped up by his opposite hand, watching you feverishly try to beg.

“Go on.”

“No man has ever…” You look down to him, watching him slowly slip your thong down over your thighs, “Ever made me feel like that…” You lift your legs slightly to help him take them fully off of you, “And I need that again.”

With your thong to the side, he’s allowed the full sight of your needy cunt. You’re practically dripping before him. Just thinking of him devouring you is causing your body to fill with lust and desire.

“I want to try something with you,” He states. Your body instantly tenses up. You sit up and look at him, puzzled. “Don’t worry, nothing bad… I just think it will help.”

He crawls up to meet you and sits you up. You prop yourself up, completely in awe of how he couldn’t have picked a worse time to stop the momentum. You were so close to being attached to him again, but he has to keep you waiting.

“C’mere,” He says, wiggling himself behind you. He yanks at your hips and pulls them back to meet his. You feel something else pressing into your lower back, practically twitching with excitement. You try not to put your full weight back into him to protect him.

He snuggles his arms under you, running his hands around your body, still careful to avoid the areas you need him most. Soft whining moans escape your lips, you can’t hold them back at all; your body is aching having to wait.

“Can you show me how you play with yourself again?” He asks.

You lean your head back into his collarbone and look up to him. A serious yet cunning smile is already waiting for you.

“Jake, I thought you were going to take care of me?”

“I am sunshine. Just do what I ask… Please.”

The last part seemed painful for him. It was unlike Jake to use manners in the bedroom, but because of his politeness, you obey.

You reach down to your deprived clit, and start to swirl the pads of your fingers over yourself. Feeling some sort of touch, even if it was your own, made it clear to you that it wouldn’t take very long to get you anywhere. You try to be easy on yourself, not allowing yourself to get too far without feeling him.

Your back arches away from him and desperate moans break free.

“Please Jake, sir… Please.”

“You don’t have to call me that tonight sunshine. You’re my good girl tonight.”

He truly must not know how much the praise is killing you, or he does, in which case he is truly vile.

His hands still move unhurried around your torso. Each pass of him over you is breaking you down, pushing you further to a release in your own hands. Kissing and licking are happening on your neck, a nice distraction to what you’re feeling below.

“Jake…” You moan.

Your body is heaving from your touch. Feeling the soft skin run over your fingers, shooting waves of excitement down your legs. Your breath begins to hitch and you can feel the building begin.

Before you realize what is happening, Jake’s fingers enter you. He rests his chin on your shoulder to watch the mess you’re making. His fingers move in unison, gently running over your sensitive spot. It doesn’t take much movement for him to almost completely push you over the edge.

“Do you know why I wanted to do this?” He asks. You shake your head, unable to talk in fear that it may exert too much energy. “I can see all of you from here, I can feel your body get closer, I can feel your pulse against me, I can hear every little moan…”His voice is beginning to fade. Your core grows tighter in preparation for the orgasm you’ve been waiting for. You can feel his cock growing against your back- each moan that you gush causes a jump within him.

“C’mon good girl, are you going to come for me?”

You moan loudly this time, hoping that no one else in this house- well maybe even the neighborhood, can hear the pornographic noises coming from you.

Your cunt is practically red hot, feeling the pressure of him touching you, nudging you to finish for him. You can feel the wave forming within you, growing stronger and stronger with each stroke of your hands. This build was like nothing before, it was intense, almost too much for your body. You feel the overstimulation crawling through you.

Soft distressed gasps echo in the room, but Jake doesn’t let up on his movements. His fingers are practically going right through you. It’s too much, you try to slow yourself, to hold his hand in an attempt to slow it all down.

“Keep going.” He commands.

You try to keep moving your hands, but the bracing movements are pushing your body into an unknown state. Jake takes his free hand and takes over for you, completely shrouding your frame with his arms.

You can’t help but just watch him artfully manipulate you. He knows what you like- what you need. He pushes his wrist into your lower stomach, holding you down in between him. The rush is sweeping you. Hearing him- feeling him, you couldn’t hold on any longer.

“Come for me, baby.”

It all happens faster than you can even process. A rush of euphoria washes over you, each muscle contracting from the ecstasy. A loud blissful wail accompanies the feelings. Your whole body tenses, wanting to crumple itself, but Jake removes himself from you and holds you back, trying to relax you. Your legs shake, your core tightens. You spill out on to the sheets, feeling each wave of the orgasm pulse out of you.

You crash back onto Jake, turning your head into his chest. You rest your eyes and nuzzle into him. He pets the hair out of your face and squeezes you gently between his arms.

“Look what you did pretty girl,” He whispers in your ear.

You open your eyes with apprehension, unsure of what you could have possibly done.

The comforter is completely soaked beneath you. There is more of you there than there has ever been. You jump up and stare at Jake, completely embarrassed.

“I-I I’m sorry I didn’t-”

“Are you seriously apologizing for that?” He says with an excited grin, “Do you realize that is the best outcome of this?”

You look up to him with your doe-eyes, still feeling unsure of how that even happened.

“I’ve never…”

He takes your chin into his hand, “That’s because I’m the only one that can make you feel this special sunshine.”

There’s no hiding your presence now. You look down at your lazily dressed body and try your best to lift your boobs up in the shirt. Walking around with no bra when it was just Jake would’ve been fine, but around an unknown man… probably best to try and seem somewhat modest. One quick shove upwards, and you move down the stairs. Each step lets out a pained creak in the floorboards.

You peek around the corner, like a timid child, and see Jake sitting on the sofa. Across from him is a curly-haired man with his back to you.

Jake seems cautious to invite you into the room but nods to allow you into the conversation. You take a step forward into the living room, letting your presence be known by the guest.

The other man turns around to face you, and instant confusion sets in. The man is eerily similar to Jake, other than the hair. It sits in a wide curly mohawk, barely dancing down the front of his head. He has a different glow than Jake, it’s brighter- more welcoming. Their faces have similar qualities, features, and even mannerisms. Maybe their brothers…

The suspected relative leans back into his shoulder to get a better look at you, staring at you harder than you are at him. His mouth slowly starts to open, admiring your confused and revealing stature.

You pull your arms up and cross them in front of your chest, trying to hide your breasts behind your forearms. The staring was flattering, but also… a lot. I guess you know how it feels now…

“Jakey…” He plays, not removing his eyes from yours, “Whose this?”

Well, Jake hasn’t been telling him about your sex life together, so that’s one positive. Or is it? Why didn’t Jake say anything? Why wouldn’t he tell his guest that he has someone else here? He could have turned him away and told him to come back later, but he didn’t.

You take a step forward to introduce yourself, “I’m-”

“She’s a friend, Josh…” Jake cuts you off and runs over to your side. He rests his hand flat on your lower back and nudges you to sit back on the couch with him. You sit on the cushion next to where he sat and remain stiffened, trying to avoid eye contact with Josh. He still has yet to break his gaze at you, except now, Jake is included in this amusing sight. The stunned gaze resembles one of someone watching a boxing match; watching the tension thrown back and forth between the two of you.

Jake lowers himself onto the couch and turns to match your eyes, “A very good friend.”

Josh raises his hands in defense, “Oh, oh, you don’t need to give me much more than that. I get it,” He giggles, “Just hard to believe such a nice-looking little lady would have interest in you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You and Jake echo together. You both glance a confused look at each other. What was this weird defensive synchronization that was happening? Why would it be abnormal for you to be with Jake?… Maybe Josh knew the other woman Jake had pursued.

“Oh now now,” Josh adjusts himself more comfortably into the seat, almost perching himself on the edge. He gestures at you, “It was not supposed to offend you, but my twin has never been known for being a solid gentleman,” He leans further in and covers the side of his mouth that faces Jake, “He’s too rough and tough for that-”

“Josh-” You can see the anger mounting inside Jake. He’s already giving in to the stereotype Josh has put out. He doesn’t see it, but you can clear as day.

“Me, on the other hand, I am quite the gentleman,” He laughs, “if I do say so myself-”

“Josh!” Jake snaps.

Twin rivalry. The worst kind of sibling rivalry. It felt like being right back in your living room on holidays, watching your family bicker back and forth at each other. Knowing how to dig into everyone’s worst insecurities. Like an old married couple who’s known each other for far too long, knows every good and bad thing about each other, finding the perfect ways to jab in their soft spots.

Josh giggles at himself. It's blatant that pissing Jake off is a favorite pastime of his. I guess you share something in common, but at least Jake gets to take out his frustration on you in a far more… exciting way. You try to cut the tension and ease Jake.

“Well,” You reach over to place your hand on Jake’s thigh, trying to soothe him with a touch. He gingerly reaches back to place his hand over yours, “He’s working on the gentleman part, but I think he makes a great lover.”

Both of the twins turn to look at you, shocked looks expressed on their faces. Jake’s gentle touch on your hand becomes a grasp, crushing your knuckles between his fingers. You flash a remorseful grin at Jake, who isn’t having it. Josh cuts his giggling with a clearing cough and sits himself up properly in the chair.

“Well, that’s…” Josh covers his mouth with his hand, pondering the words he just heard, “That’s just great.”

Jake has still yet to break his glare at you, clearly being funny in that moment wasn’t the kind of soothing words he needed. It was your bratty side coming out again, embarrassing him in front of his brother. You’d be sure to pay for that later.

“So you guys are brothers?” You ask, trying once again to break the tension less bluntly. Jake loosens his grip on you, letting his fingers heavily weigh over the top of your hand.

“Well, to be particular, twins, bandmates… Sometimes roommates.” Jake grumbles.

“Well, we’ll always be womb-mates!” Josh jokes.

It was interesting to see Jake be put up against someone so close to him.

Josh is quite the opposite of his twin, very outspoken, and chaotic. It's almost like they split their personalities at a young age, neither one of them level human beings. One energetic and spunky, and the other moody and brooding. You imagine them as children, were they both once spunky and energetic, but took different roads, different paths, somewhere down the line? Imagining Jake with a childlike heart was melting you.

“So you’re the funny one, huh?” You joke back at Josh sarcastically.

“Precisely dear! You have to at least have some personality if you are the lead singer.” Josh raises his hand in a preachy theatrical matter, trying to play up each word he says.

“You don’t remember him from the set?” Jake asks.

He’s trying to belittle Josh and make him seem inferior. And he is. You don’t remember him. Shit. Watching Jake play caused a weird form of tunnel vision. Well, watching him and drinking those exceptionally strong whiskey sours. You try to find the right words to say, trying not to offend Josh and also trying not to reveal that you were staring at his brother’s dick all night.

“I’m sorry,” You say, “I don’t- not that you weren’t rememberable! But my focus was… elsewhere.”

Jake smirks. He liked catching you off guard at that moment, a slight torment for your quick remarks.

“Ah, don’t fret,” Josh muses, “You should come to our next gig! I’ll sing especially for you,”

“Hey…” Jake warns.

You turn to look at Jake, snapping a glaring look. Why shouldn’t you? Why would he try to quiet Josh’s invitation? The brat in you is filling up, taking over your mind. There would be no playing around or trying to hide from Jake. If he wanted you, he could at least act like it.

“You know what? I’d love that!” You exclaim, “When is it?!”

Josh starts to catch onto your tone and joins in, “Next week! At this bar a few towns over, but it's got a really great vibe and a dance floor!”

You perk yourself up and place your hand over your heart, resembling a shocked Southern belle.

“Oh! A dance floor?” Your tone is trying to be mocking to upset Jake, but it is nice to feel invited by his brother, “Too bad Jake doesn’t dance…”

You pout your lip out and turn to Jake. He won’t even look at you now. His eyes are locked on Josh; who is living in Jake’s discomfort. The anger is creeping through him, starting to fume. Josh and you both are piling it on, pushing him past where he’s comfortable.

To be fair, this is an extremely awkward situation. His twin is here, having a normal conversation with him, and you show up here, his… his lover? His… Not girlfriend. That’s very clear. Why not be fun and break the tension? Jake could have easily told his brother that now wasn’t a good time, or he could’ve tried to warn you. But he didn't.

You’re sure this was not how he expected the morning to go.

Josh leans forward and drops his head in fake dissapointment, “It’s really too bad for him…” He perks back up to engage with you, “Guess I'll have to save a dance for you when our set is over.” He winks and smiles at you, with a wild resemblance to Jake.

“Why thank you,” You reach your hand out and wave it at him, “You’re such a gentleman for offering.”

By this point, you both are fully aware of the game you’re playing. It's the ‘who can push Jake the furthest game’, and you’re both winning.

“Alright, alright,” Jake sneers through gritted teeth, “Josh, why don’t we plan the set tomorrow, okay?”

A furrow has appeared across Jake’s brow. He’s embarrassed, but too prideful to admit it. He’s being shown up by his twin, no doubt his previous rival in endeavors like this. You both are cutting into him, trying to make him vulnerable, but he won’t budge.

“Aww Jakey,” Josh whines, pouting at him, “We weren’t trying to hurt your feelings, little brother,”

You try to hold back laughter, but a small choking giggle escapes from within you.

“And, that’s enough of you today,” Jake snaps.

He stands up from the couch and paces over to the door, gesturing at it, ushering Josh to go. A disappointed and frustrated look is painted across his face. Instead of standing up for himself, he’d rather cut the whole conversation short.

“Jake…” you scold. You don’t mean to sound so demanding, but he is taking the jokes too seriously.

“No, no, It’s quite alright,” Josh stands from his seat and walks over to you, grabbing your hand from your lap, “It was a pleasure darling.” He lowers his head to place a soft kiss across the top of your hand.

You meet eyes as he releases his lips. He has that same devious smirk as Jake. You know he means no harm, and by no means does he want to pursue you- he just wants to get under Jake’s skin. Still, the gesture leaves you blushing.

You both linger there for a moment, trading secretive glances, knowing what turmoil you’re creating inside Jake. Before Josh can even release his hand from yours, he’s pulled away by Jake, yanking at him from the back of his shirt.

“C’mon,” Jake pulls, “You’ll have plenty of time to woo her at the show…”

Josh is giggling at himself, knowing that he’s leaving a mess for you to deal with. The realization of this situation is settling in your stomach now, knowing that once that door shuts out Josh, the angst will continue within these walls.

Bad behavior has consequences.

“I’ll see you!” Josh yelps before being shoved out into the daylight.

“You must be pretty tired after that, huh?” Jake asks.

You hate to admit how tired you were, but it was true. You wanted to keep going, to feel more, but you were completely overstimulated and feared what might happen if you were to continue.

It was already a long day full of emotion, some turmoil, and newness. Despite spending most of the past week in bed, resting, you still felt exhausted.

You drop your head, disappointed, “I’m sorry, I can-”

“You don’t have to do anything. It’s been a long day. Get in bed.”

You oblige, sneaking yourself under the sheets. He’d already taken the comforter off and assured you further that what you did was completely normal, and incredibly sexy in his opinion. A new blanket was strewn over the bed, and you were snuggling into the mattress.

Jake unhooks his belt beside you and takes off his jeans, getting himself comfortable. He lifts his side of the sheets and slides in beside you.

Both of you were face to face, just blushing at each other. He places his hand on your cheek and rubs his thumb back and forth over it. The most gentle and kind gesture.

“Just so you know,” He says, “No woman has ever felt as good as you… No woman has ever been as beautiful as you.”

You turn your head to meet his palm and place a kiss in the center of it.

He runs his hand to the back of your head and nudges at it to move closer to him. You scootch yourself into him, resting your head in his chest; bringing your legs up to sit around his.

Despite already seeing so much of him- having the best sex of your life with him- this was the most intimate moment you had shared.

This moment was everything. This night was everything. It was proof that Jake could try. That a future with him was a very real possibility. That you truly meant more to him than just sex. He could trust you enough to be comfortable with him. You never wanted this time together to end. Just laying here together in bed.

Jake slams the door behind Josh and immediately turns to you. He looks utterly ruined. Far past embarrassed, actually quite upset.

“Really?” He asks.

“What?” You snap back, settling yourself further on the couch. You cross your arms, trying to come across as nonchalant; as if nothing bad had happened. You truly believe nothing that bad has happened.

Jake matches you and crosses his arms, “Do not what me. Why would you act like that?”

“Hmm,” You mockingly ponder, “I don’t know, maybe it’s because I was surprise attacked into meeting your brother?”

Jake loosens his arms and walks back to the couch, positioning himself in front of you. Putting you in his perfect line of fire.

“Yeah, well he wasn’t supposed to be here. I would assume that you might behave if you came down.”

You purse your lips, trying to remain calm in this moment. Behave? Really. What were you? A twelve-year-old? You’re a woman who was put in a situation you weren’t expecting and was trying to get along with his brother. Setting good impressions for the family is supposed to be a good thing. At least you know that you and Josh would get along swimmingly but at the expense of Jake’s sensitive feelings.

“I was just trying to be funny. You’re just jealous of him.”

Jake chuckles softly, not believing the words you just uttered, “Oh I’m jealous? You seem to forget you didn’t talk to me because-”

“Jake that’s different-”

“Oh so you can be jealous, but I can’t get a little bothered by you flirting with my brother?” His tone is changing. The frustration is evident in his voice, the hypocrisy is getting to him. And he’s right, you have been jealous. You have had a hard time sharing Jake or even thinking about him with anyone else, or doing anything else.

But this is different.

Jake slept with someone who was a friend and tried to hide the information from you. You on the other hand were jokingly playing around with his brother. Maybe it was a revenge tactic… Maybe you were flirting, but it felt good to make Jake just as uncomfortable as you once felt. The toxicity between you is what sparks all the good things. The back and forth, the teasing, and the accusations, all lead to physical apologies.

“This is all completely different and you know it… If I’m being truthful, you haven’t always put me in the most comfortable situations Jake.”

That last part was cold but honest. You promised yourself you would be honest with him.

You can tell you struck a chord with him. The anger is still within him, and you thought telling him the truth would maybe help loosen its hold on him. But of course, it didn’t

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” He scoffs.

He may have anger inside him, but there is a much stronger force of annoyance pushing through you. For him to ask that question is equivalent to a slap in the face. Does he seriously not know what you mean? Mariella, confronting you at work, showing up to your apartment and dragging you out into the middle of a field, inviting his brother into the house knowing you were just upstairs sleeping…

All he does is push you into an uncomfortable place, but the moment you start to play around and make a few jokes, that’s completely unacceptable?

“Jake, you know what I mean. I want this to work out, but you have to consider how I feel sometimes too… I think that’s pretty reasonable.”

He scoffs again, crossing his arms in dismay. Your attempts at pleading are useless, mostly because he already knows what he wants you to say. He will always get his way. “You think I don’t care how you feel?”

“Oh, my god.” You throw your hands up in the air. Defeated. “Can you not be so defensive over everything I say? Can you have a little fun sometimes?”

“You think I don’t care, you think I can’t have fun…” Jake leans down towards you and pulls your face up to meet his. He stares deeply into you, his gaze burning. The arguing always gets the both of you going, it’s like a foreplay of sorts. It would be wrong to deny either of you the release you both crave. Neither of you are truly mad, but it's a game you play. You’re ready to let him take you, let yourself forgive him with his touch.

He runs his calloused fingers across the edge of your jaw. The burning exasperation lingers inside of you, but slowly erases with each second his skin is on yours. His thumb extends down to your neck, carrying his fingers to wrap around your neck. He squeezes you in his hand, careful to not let his displeasure translate to physicality, “Why don’t I show you how much I fucking care?”

“Yes sir,” You reply. Immediately, you assume your role. The softer Jake that was present with you last night has subsided, he needed to be himself again, and you needed to take your place as the submissive.

Your heart is beating in your chest, excited to be in this roleplay with Jake again. You feel the heat rushing down your between your legs, ready for more with him.

“Pants off, now.”

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Male ‘yautja inspired’ alien x gender neutral reader - Part Five (sfw)

Disclaimer which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

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Oops, I tripped over all your lovely comments from the last chapter and fell face-first into some plot. Sorry. Thank you for the sweet things you’ve said so far though. You’re absolutely wonderful people. Things move on a bit more in the next chapter, but there’s a reveal some of you have been waiting for in this one...

Aaaaand as I’ve said at the start of all of these chapters, this is NOT a yautja fanfic. Yes, they’re basically yautja to look at, but otherwise they’re just aliens I’ve made up that are inspired by all things predator. Don’t @ me with ‘corrections’ to the ‘lore’ - it’s my sandbox. I’m just making stuff up as usual.

Content: a bit of lore about Big Red and Croc’s species, a bit more about the aliens they’re hunting, and that reveal... Wordcount: 4804

Catch up here: Part One (sfw), Part Two (sfw), Part Three (sfw), Part Four (sfw)

The storm seemed to have cleared hours ago, and since the crashing of the ship had probably cleared all of the most vulnerable branches already, there was hardly any debris on the ground. A circle of bright blue sky showed above the pines, and the air that hit your lungs was fresh and clear and cold.

The clearing was muddy though, and at the centre of it like a little troll-mound in a mire, sat your faithful, military issue tent with a single golden leaf resting atop it like a rosette. “I’d give you Best in Show,” you muttered fondly to the sturdy canvas as you unzipped it, grateful that your field training had covered how to pitch a tent securely, even if you hadn’t needed any of the other things like basic weapons handling in the end. The loaded tranquiliser gun had remained securely in its holster inside the tent since your first night, and you hadn’t even had to unsheathe the machete for firewood, let alone for self-defence.

Croc was nowhere to be seen, and the clearing was otherwise silent. Big Red had remained behind in the crashed ship, tinkering with something in the crumpled bridge and comms area near the nose of the once ‘arrowhead shaped’ ship, and you left him there in case your awkward moment truly had made him uncomfortable. The memory of his hands on your skin, his arms wrapped tightly around you, the tease of his mandibles over your hair, the rumble of his breath, the solid presence of him pressed behind you in the dark… all of it swirled through you in a never-ending kaleidoscope of sense memories and you struggled to pull yourself back together.

When you’d been told to get close to the aliens, you were pretty sure that that mandate had not extended to sharing a bed with one of them and developing a sizable crush on him.

“Fuck.”

The idea of having to leave the next day made your stomach writhe, and the mood that morning in the camp was sombre. You had absolutely no intention of baring yourself to that frigid stream again so soon, so in the privacy of your tent, you freshened up with a few face wipes and mulled over everything you’d learned and everything that had happened.

During the course of the morning, Croc and Red continued to work together to pile up and sort out all the salvaged material from their ship, and while they worked, they chittered and clicked back and forth in quiet, private conversation. Croc, despite the loss of his entire left arm from the bicep down, barely seemed inconvenienced by it, and you marvelled again at the resilience of the species.

Sitting on a spare crate in the autumn sun, you took the opportunity to type up a load of notes on what you’d discovered of their species, and what they’d told you about their enemy here on Earth. The higher-ups would be particularly interested in that, you figured, so you made sure to get the details down as accurately as possible. The creatures were apparently highly aggressive, intelligent — though not as smart as their hunters or as humans — and their best guess at how they’d spread so very long ago was in the cargo bay of a mining ship that had travelled to one of the asteroids that the inhabitants of Secundus had once mined for ores and minerals. Much more recently, a rare swarm of hatchlings had decimated what Croc had called a ‘waystation’ — some kind of space hub — and had probably then hitch-hiked unnoticed on a scientific ship that had landed on Earth some ten years ago. Luckily, the creatures were relatively slow to reproduce, otherwise Earth could have been overrun before the hunters had even thought to check on it again.

“They’re not going to be pleased to know that your kind is responsible for them being here,” you muttered as you finished off another page.

Croc and Red shared a look, and Red nodded. “We have no solid proof that that’s how it happened. It is just a theory, but it’s why the High Council proposed that we extend aid to your planet in hunting them. So far, humans have reacted to our presence with… aggression, and it has been difficult to establish a stable contact between our species.”

“Until now,” you murmured, and they both nodded again. “You want me to take any particular message back then?” You doubted they were going to leave you with a direct number to call that led straight to this High Council, but it might represent the start of communications between species.

Big Red’s ship apparently had just such a communication stored in its data systems, but you had no way of transferring it to your phone. Human technology was apparently more ‘primitive’ than they’d anticipated, and it seemed like trying to copy a file from the cloud direct to a floppy disc. “I can play the audio from this —” he said, indicating his vambrace, “—and you can… record it,” he said with a nod at your phone. He regarded it like it was a fucking clay tablet, and you didn’t have the energy to argue with an alien over technology. Linguistics and communication was your strong suit, not tech.

“That should work,” you said. “Let’s try it.”

The quality of the audio was more than good enough, so you sat there and listened to it play out while he held his vambrace near enough to your phone that you could have reached out and touched his arm. The urge to do it — to let your fingers play over the textured marks, like cooling magma, on his shoulder and down his muscular arm towards his thick wrist — was enough to make your skin prickle. Instead, you focused on the words of the alien who was speaking on the recording.

“I am the Elder of the High Council,” the deep voice said, and you mouthed ‘female?’ at Red, who nodded. “You are receiving this communication because we have evidence that a dangerous, non-native, predatory creature has been sighted on your planet, and we wish to offer our assistance in exterminating it. For generations, we have hunted these creatures across space, and they are not easily defeated. Their saliva is corrosive, their venom lethal to almost every known species, their reactions are far quicker than even the fastest of your species can see, their stamina is unmatched by beast or machine, and their cruelty and delight in killing exceeds that of even the most dishonourable beings of the Great Species.”

At those last words, your brows pulled into a frown but Red shook his head to stop you interrupting with yet another question. Trusting that he would explain once you’d finished recording the audio, you sat tight and let it play out.

“We wish to send envoys to work with your people to eradicate these creatures before they take hold in your ecosystems. They cannot be destroyed by radiation. They cannot be poisoned or trapped. They can only be killed by the most skilled of warriors with the truest of aim and the deadliest weapons. The metals and alloys you currently use are insufficient to cause fatal damage to them. We will share our technology with you as a means of exterminating them. In return, we would ask that you cease hostile activities towards our ships and our people, release those you have captured, and return the bodies of those you have slain and stolen to desecrate by primitive investigative procedures. Allow our few fallen warriors the honour of a return to the elements, and we will assist you against this threat that will surely destroy you if you leave it unchecked. Send your response via any of the Ambassadors we have sent to your planet.”

You noted she didn't say that the creatures had thumbed a ride on one of their own spaceships, but you could see why she’d left that out. No need to antagonise the humans any more than necessary to start with. When Big Red tapped his vambrace and the recording fell silent, you stared at him for a long moment, questions spinning through your mind like dry autumn leaves.

“Great Species?” you asked, picking one at random as it swirled past.

Red jabbed his thumb absently against his chest. “We are one of five Great Species so far discovered that have intelligence that matches or exceeds our own. Your kind is one of them.”

“Oh,” you exhaled, then, “Five?”

“The other three have expressed little interest in humans, believing you primitive and unworthy of inclusion. You have barely begun to explore space while we have been travelling between systems for thousands of years already.”

“Right,” you exhaled. Fuck. “‘Ambassadors’?”

“Those of us who have come to your planet,” he explained. “There is a mothership waiting beyond your detection, but our… ‘commander’—” he said for want of a better translation, “— has sent down very few ships to the surface so far. We do not wish to overwhelm…” he said dryly. He waited while you let it all sink in, with his shoulders hunched and his mandibles soft around his jaw. It was a lot.

“You know the scientists back at base are going to kill me for not getting, like, tissue samples and blood work from you two. I haven’t even got a photo.”

Big Red cocked his head, and Croc looked up from where he’d been studying the screen on his own vambrace which he’d propped up on a crate instead of on his arm, presumably because it was designed to sit on his left arm, which he no longer had. “I’m not giving you any samples,” he grinned with a lascivious flare of his mouth that was oddly suggestive of a waggle of a human’s eyebrows, “And the Boss won’t either if he knows what’s good for him…” he added pointedly, “But you could take a photograph.”

“You wouldn’t mind?” you asked, looking back to Red.

He snorted and shook his head. “A few still images are not going to give away the secrets of our entire species. And we have hours of footage of you already,” he added, indicating his vambrace. “Anything my mask has seen of you is stored here.”

“Oh. That’s…” You weren’t sure exactly how you felt about that, but you figured if you were going to learn about each other, you’d both need some kind of data. “If I asked you to get rid of it, would you?”

They exchanged a look, and Red nodded slowly. Croc hissed at him, but Big Red stood firm and clicked his mandibles into a retort, at which Croc backed down, though only reluctantly. “Yes,” Red told you. “I would remove it.”

“Even if it meant disobeying direct orders,” Croc muttered as he got to his feet and stalked off in the direction of the ship.

“No, it’s fine,” you said quickly. “You can keep it. I trust you. So long as you didn’t record me naked in the stream…”

“I already removed that,” Big Red said carefully. “I had it set to thermal imaging, but you were hardly visible anyway because the water was so cold.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you puffed the air out of your lungs and laughed quietly. “Ok… Well, thank you.” Then you asked about something that had snagged your attention and stuck there like a burr since you’d heard it. “Red, what did she mean when she talked about releasing captives and returning bodies?”

At that, Big Red tensed. “Surely you know?” he asked in a whisper.

Shaking your head, you stared between Red nearby and Croc beside the ship. “Know what? Secret government experiments on aliens is for tinfoil hat conspiracy theorists… right?”

He didn’t look like he’d understood any of that, but he said after a moment, “Not all of us who came to Earth have left again afterwards. In five years, several of your countries… have managed to take warriors before we could initiate our… self-destruct function here,” he said with another wiggle of his vambrace. “Two have been captured alive, and at least six of our fallen… have not been accounted for.”

“Shit,” you hissed, feeling sick. Of course governments were studying them. God, you were naive to have thought otherwise even for a second, and another question left your lips before you could stop it. “Do you know which countries? Which… governments?”

He nodded.

“Ours?”

Again, he nodded. “Yours has two fallen and one living warrior that we know of.”

“Shit.” You swallowed and then reached for his arm at last, squeezing his hard muscles as tightly as you could. “Red, I don’t know how much I can help, but I swear I’ll do what I can to get them safely back to you. I swear it.”

With a soft, crooning chitter, he raised his other hand and cupped your face with his huge, rough palm. The pads of his fingers against your skin were textured like tiny ripples in the sand. His touch was careful and gentle, and he cradled your jaw and stroked his thumb across your cheek with a tenderness that left you aching inside and out as he keened softly and purred.

Your eyes fluttered closed and you leaned into the contact unconsciously.

When Big Red spoke next, his voice was low and gravelly, and the clicking of his tusks over the words made something spark deep inside you. “You are kind, and honourable. I… believe you will do as you say.”

“I will, Red,” you growled. “I promise.”

Even Croc, who was quick to crack a crass joke when things got heavy, stood and watched you for a long time before gently clicking something at his boss, who laughed quietly, almost sadly, and nodded. He stood and said, “Come. Take your photograph?”

It took a moment for you to gather yourself after such an open display of tenderness, but when you had rallied, you asked them to stand in front of the hole in the ship, side by side beneath the tarpaulin. They did, and after you’d taken one or two with them just standing there, Croc suddenly wrapped his arm around Big Red’s waist, pulled him close, opened his mandibles wide, and stuck his long, dark green tongue under the edge of Red’s mask.

Somehow you captured the exact moment his tongue touched Big Red, and you kept clicking as Red rounded on him in surprised disgust, looming right over him with his own mouth flared wide. He kicked Croc’s knees out from under him and Croc went down like a felled tree, though you could see that Red made sure he landed on his good side.

“You can’t even stand for a photo without causing trouble, Croc!” you called and he raised his head to look up at you, then flared his mouth with a horrible shriek, and collapsed theatrically back down to spread-eagle himself on the ground like he was making a snow angel. Luckily the rain hadn’t touched that part of the clearing because of the tarpaulin overhead and the way the ground sloped away from the ship, and when Big Red had hauled Croc back up to his feet, he brushed pine needles from his friend’s mottled back and thick ‘braids’, slapping him once on the backside a little too hard.

Croc snickered something in Red’s direction that sounded like the universal ‘I’ll get you for that later’. Big Red just shook his head, the motion making his long, thin ‘braids’ sway across the bare, ochre and black skin of his broad, muscular back. It struck you yet again how beautiful you found him, and you swallowed thickly as a choking mix of disappointment and anxiety boiled up your throat and threatened to smother you. You wanted to stay here in the woods with them just a few days longer, but it was simply impossible. You were almost out of food for one, and for another, their rescuers would arrive the following day.

As perceptive as ever, the two friends both paused as one and looked at you, quirking their heads in perfect synchrony to one side. It was so sweet you almost cried. “It’s nothing,” you croaked and turned back to your crate to continue making notes. “Thank you for the photos.” And for the best few days of my life.

Your emotions began to settle somewhat as the day wore on, and sometime in the late afternoon, Croc came over and startled the life out of you by tapping you on the arm with the back of his right hand. You looked up sheepishly from your work and smiled at him, and he cocked his head to the side. “You did not hear me? I called your name.”

“Sorry,” you said, closing the app and locking your phone. “I can get kind of lost in what I’m doing. Did you want something?”

“Come and join us again?” He looked over his shoulder and you discovered that they’d rekindled the little campfire, and Red was now sitting on a metal crate, cleaning a rifle that matched the blaster that Croc had serviced the previous day.

His focus seemed completely locked into the task and you smiled. “Looks like I’m not the only one who gets fixated on something,” you muttered and Croc grinned with his mouth flared wide again to reveal the pinkish, inner flesh of the stretching membrane between the mandibles. It looked so delicate, so at odds with the rest of his tough, solid body.

Staring at Big Red while he worked, you found another question crystallising on your tongue. “You said that you and Red are from different planets,” you began quietly. “Are you different species too? You’re just so different, that’s all,” you added to try and clarify a little.

“Yes,” he said. “We are different. Boss’ — Big Red’s — kind are very rare.”

“He said he comes from a desert environment…”

Croc inclined his head and crouched down beside you so that you didn’t have to crick your neck up to look at him from your crate. “Yes. Most of our kind who live on Secundus left the desert generations ago. Not many can survive those conditions now. The light is too strong for our eyes.”

“Is that why he wears a mask that covers them?”

“Yes,” he said, continuing in his faltering way as he struggled to articulate the human speech around his delicate mandibles. He was already much more fluent than he had been just a day or so ago though. “They hunt at night, so their heat-sensing abilities… are much more accurate than ours… but their ability to detect the rest of the spectrum… is poor. Boss is also shy about his face though,” he added with a snickering chitter of his mandibles.

“He is? Why? You’re not…” you said, indicating his spiny, mottled face looking up at you mere feet from your own.

“Desert species are tough and ugly,” Croc said matter-of-factly. “That’s why no one wants to breed with them, and why no one wants to see what’s under their masks,” he went on, and when your face showed open shock at his callous tone, he laughed. “I like him,” he said in the same way that someone might say ‘the face only a mother could love’, “But even the humans we’ve met before think he’s ugly. To be fair, they said the same… of me too,” he added, scowling as though their judgement was very poor indeed for that.

“You’ve met humans before?” you asked, gears spinning.

He nodded. “They did not speak your language, but I had learned theirs. We came to this part of the world afterwards to study the differences.”

“So you’re like a science mission?” Like Star Trek, you mused, but didn’t say it.

Croc clicked out the sequence of sounds that made up the name of their fallen squad-mate, and then continued, “— was what you’d call the scientist... He had only a little combat training. Always a very bad fighter… We were to protect him while he studied the humans in these parts.”

You got the impression that actually all three of them had been an odd bunch of misfits, like nerds in the school yard, and it endeared them to you even more. Croc clearly missed his fallen lover dearly, though he was keeping his grief private. “But there are no humans in these parts,” you croaked, chest aching for them and the loss of their friend.

At that, Croc scoffed loudly enough that Red paused in his work at last and looked up. You both glanced over at him but he soon dipped his attention back down to the blaster. “We didn’t mean to stop here,” he said with exasperation in his rough, rasping voice. “One of your missiles got a lucky shot… hit us over the ocean and… we came down here…”

You stayed quiet, still mentally scrambling in silence.

Red didn’t want to show you his face because the last human who had seen it had thought him hideous, and even his own kind found him unattractive. He was gorgeous though, in his rough-hewn, primal way, and he had been so tender and so kind to you ever since that single display of strength when he’d thought you a threat to his squad-mate. How could anyone find him unattractive?

Setting your phone down on the crate, you stood and reached for Croc’s shoulder while he was still crouched — the one that wasn’t still healing — and you squeezed his neck gently. “Thanks, Croc. I’m so sorry about your squad mate. Red told me you were all… close; that you grew up together.”

He chuffed something and nuzzled his cheek affectionately against your arm.

The moment passed and you strode determinedly over to Red, who was deliberately not looking in your direction. He was also very obviously done with the rifle, though he still fiddled and futzed about with it. “Mind if I join you?”

He shook his head and you plonked yourself down beside him on the spare box where Croc had been sitting, and looked across at the vambrace that covered Red’s left wrist. He tracked your gaze and then looked away again. After a while, when he showed no sign of starting up a conversation, you brought your fingertips to the cold metal and ran them along the border of the small, dark screen. It flared to life, showing the red, cuneiform markings of their language, and you paused.

“What else does this do?” you asked, thinking back to the recording it had played a few hours earlier.

He did look at you then and opened his mandibles a little in a gesture that you’d come to associate with a human’s eyebrow raise: softly amused surprise. “It… It interfaces with our helmets…” he said, and when you looked expectantly at him, he sighed and tapped it. “This is the control for some of our weapons guidance systems. This,” he said, tapping it a few more times with his black-clawed finger to make a different series of marks appear on the screen, “Changes the… the ‘projection’… that the mask shows me. It will play back footage, or show me different wavelengths in real time.”

You nodded slowly. “So when you showed me that scene of the enemy in the jungle… you chose wavelengths that I could make sense of?” Your tongue stalled at the memory of that creepy, black outline in the trees and the violent delight it had taken in stabbing one of Big Red’s kind to death in the forest of Prime. “That wasn’t how you saw it at the time?”

He inclined his head. “Exactly.”

“Could you show me how you see the world? With the mask, I mean?”

Big Red went very still, and for a moment you thought you’d pushed it too far, but then he said, “Close your eyes.”

You obeyed, and a few seconds later, the vaguely familiar feel of the mask pressed against your face. It obviously didn't fit you the way it did him, but your skin still tingled, and even though your eyes remained shut, an image showed before you and you gasped.

It was Red, but not as you recognised him.

The thermal imaging rendered the outlines and details of his body blurred, like a painting in mostly primary colours, and after holding up your own arm for reference — appearing in bright orange and yellows — you looked across to study him properly. His ‘dreads’ were a cool blue, and his indistinct face was a mix of greens, yellows, and blues, with deep eye sockets and a much narrower skull than Croc. The white points of his eyes in the blue of the sockets were the warmest part of him.

You looked in open fascination until he raised his arm and held out his hand, clearly demanding it back, and you let him draw the mask off you, all with your eyes still closed. After all, he’d allowed you the same courtesy when you’d felt vulnerable and naked in the waterfall. Was this really so different?

He purred something when he clearly discovered that you were still not looking directly at him, and he surprised you by trailing his knuckles sweetly along your jawline from the hinge near your ear down to your chin. “You can look,” he rasped.

Opening your eyes slowly, you discovered that he had not replaced the mask.

Your jaw slackened and your breath caught at your first proper sight of him.

Calling him ‘Red’ was even more fitting than you’d first thought now that you could actually see his face. He had a thick, softly-blurred, crimson stripe down the centre of his large, brown and ochre head, and a series of horizontal, ripple-like patterns led down like the rungs of a ladder between his deep-set eyes to the pits above his mouth that looked like nostrils. His lips were non-existent — any flesh there was pulled back by the way his mandibles sat neatly on either side of his narrow jaws to expose his bony, pink gums. Four chunky, jagged teeth that looked perfect for ripping out throats whole lined the front of his upper and lower jaws.

His eyes, rimmed with delicate, black skin that was vaguely reminiscent of smudged eyeliner, were small, tapered, and almond-shaped, but they sat angled in his skull so that they were almost vertical where a human’s were horizontal, and his irises were a gorgeous, magma orange with a small, black pupil and the hint of black sclera around the edges. He stared at you, unblinking, while you drank in the sight of him with your lips softly parted. Occasionally, his mandibles twitched, reminding you of a human nervously chewing on their lips.

“Red,” you breathed. “You’re… stunning.”

His chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow pants, and his wheezy way of breathing felt tighter and more apprehensive. He kept his body tense and still, as though expecting a blow he didn't intend to fend off.

“Croc —” you cleared the lump out of your throat and started again. “Croc said it’s an honour to see one of you without a mask,” you said carefully.

Big Red still didn’t move.

“Thank you, Red.”

Finally, he gave a huge, rolling sigh. The tension drained from him, and he shook his head slightly as if he couldn’t quite believe what he’d just done. Slowly, he replaced the mask over his face. “Now you know,” he said.

You frowned.

He sounded dejected.

He sounded like he regretted showing you his face.

You reached quickly for his left forearm and squeezed the solid muscle. For the first time, you noticed that he had a black dew claw on his thick wrist, almost hidden by a little nick that had been styled out of the vambrace to accommodate it. Your thumb caressed the nail bed around the base of it and he shivered slightly. “Thank you, Red,” you said again as you released your hold on his arm. “Thank you for trusting me.”

With yet another sigh, he shook his head again and twittered his mandibles into a disbelieving little laugh. “You are strange… human,” he snorted, standing up abruptly.

“You’re not the first to say so,” you mumbled.

Sensing he needed space again, you fought down a tide of disappointment that he was leaving immediately, and stayed put beside the fire.

When you looked around, you discovered that Croc was watching you in perfect stillness on the other side of the clearing, his expression tense and unreadable.

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It Gave Me You (Din x Reader) - Back To You Drabble

A/N: This is for Dincember 2022 days 6-9, Hot Chocolate, Blanket, Candle, and Lights. It’s set in the Back To You universe, where? I have no idea…. (Is kinda a continuation of the first two.) This one got long but I don’t caaaaarrreeeee!

I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, Din is once again a warning in and of himself in this one. Maybe like one or two light swear words? Space swearing. It gets kinda steamy without actual steam.

Word count: 4,541

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Xxx

You’d gotten supplies on the last planet, excited to toss them all together once you touched down on your next temporary haunt.

Din peeked over your shoulder as you surveyed the items spread out on a crate in front of you. “And it makes what again?”

You huffed. “A spiced drink. It’s drunk during a holiday on…. I can’t remember the name of the planet, but people started requesting it at the bar, so I learned how to make it. I think the kid will love it.” Din took a deep breath, but you cut him off before he could speak, holding up a hand to placate him. “Don’t worry, Din. The alcohol all cooks out, it’s completely safe for him.”

Letting the breath out on a long sigh, his weight shifted to one leg before he gave a single nod, turning to head up to the cockpit.

Clapping your hands together once, you rubbed them together as a grin climbed your face. Looking back at the ingredients, you licked your lips in excitement. “I can’t wait to make this.”

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“Dank farrik- Din? Din! It exploded! Get the kid off the ship. We all have to stay outside tonight until this airs out….” Turning you ran face first into a beskar chest plate.

He looked from you to the small flame still lingering behind you, plumes of smoke billowing up into the ship. “What is going on?”

Turning slightly you gestured to the items and areas as you spoke, trying hard to keep your voice from turning into a groan of annoyance at the whole thing. “Your kriffing burner exploded when I stepped into the fresher for two seconds-” Letting out a huff of aggravation, you turned to face the disaster fully, kicking the burner- what was left of it- where it sat on the floor. “Stupid piece of….” You glared at it a moment before hissing, “I’ll see you in hell.” You kicked it again. “May spice salt your wounds!”

Din tilted his helmet at you curiously.

“I learned….” You began to cough as smoke continued to fill the Crest. “I learned that from a Twi'lek patron at the bar.” You smiled proudly before coughing violently.

Gripping your upper arms, Din began to usher you towards the ramp. “Come on, mesh’la.” You spotted the kid at the bottom, peering up at you with a tilt of his head and a soft coo. “We’re going to have to find alternate lodging tonight.” Pushing you forward firmly, you stumbled slightly over your feet as he hurried you down the ramp.

“Din, I'm sorry-”

“Don’t worry about it,” he dismissed. “The weather’s fine, so we should be-”

Just then lightning streaked across the sky, making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. A clap of thunder so loud the ground shook under your feet and the air seemed to vibrate along with it rang out shortly after, making all three of you look up toward the sky, the child letting out an, “Eh?”

“I saw a cabin when we flew over, maybe a mile back that way?” You turned, pointing off to your right and back a ways. “If we hurry, we should make it before the storm hits.” Running back up the ramp, ignoring his protests, you came back down hacking with the satchel to carry the kid. “Bad idea,” you coughed. “Bad idea,” dragging out the vowel, you bent over and rested on your knees, trying to clear your lungs. Lifting your head, you winced up at his visor, your voice hoarse. “Any chance that bucket on your head filters air?”

He sighed, starting up the ramp. “I’ll get our stuff.”

“Tha-” you cleared your throat, standing upright to take a deep breath. “Thank you,” you called over your shoulder to him, swinging the satchel over your shoulders before scooping up the child and placing him inside to rest at your hip.

Lightning flashed again, then another, thunder rolling in a constant wave accompanying the sudden glow. Looking up, you saw the storm clouds rolling in closer.

“Din?” You called, hoping he’d hear you back in the ship. “We need to-” Turning you once again came face to chest with his beskar, the tip of your nose touching the cold metal. “Dank farrik!” You hissed, stumbling back a few steps, and bringing a hand to your forehead as you stared at the ground. “Don’t do that.” Scrubbing the hand down your face in exasperation, you looked up into his visor as you let it fall to your side. “We need to go,” you said simply, turning on your heel and beginning the way of the cabin. “I know you’re laughing, by the way.”

His soft laughter bubbled up behind you, barely loud enough to be heard over his trailing footsteps, but soon he was silent again and fell in step beside you.

Looking over and up into his visor, you grimaced. “Sorry, again. I know it’s not what we planned, but it’s a roof over our head-”

“Don’t worry about it,” he assured you again, turning back to face forward. “More than one way to skin a womp rat.” When you didn’t respond, he turned his head back to find you looking at him with the most utterly confused expression he’d ever seen on your face, making him chuckle softly before turning back forward again. “I learned that from a Twi’lek bounty on Jakku.”

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On the way there, you came upon an outlook, the planet sprawling below in a spectacular view. In the distant horizon, glowing spots of cities lit up the looming clouds, their lights twinkling along the surface.

“Too bad we didn’t land closer to one of those,” you pointed in their direction. “We’d have a better option for a place to stay tonight.”

Din grunted. “Too many people. I like it better out here.”

“That’s right. I forget you hate crowds.” You grinned up at him. “Yet somehow we met on the most crowded planet….”

“The only good thing about Coruscant is that it gave me you,” he mused quietly, staring at the skyline. “If I never had to go back to that being infested hell, I’d be a happy man.”

“That’s my home you’re talking about,” your voice was breathier than you intended as you continued to stare up at him. Turning to the skyline, you cleared your throat. “But can’t say I disagree with you.”

You felt his visor trained on you, but you kept your eyes forward.

“You don’t want to go back?” Something in his voice made you turn and look at him. It was complex, multifaceted. It was vulnerable, bewildered, but also, at the same time, hopeful.

You felt a small smile work its way up your face. “I’ve had something better come up.”

He took a sharp breath, his chest puffing out just a little bit, making your grin only grow.

“Now that I think about it,” you tilted your head, turning your body to face him, and he mirrored you. “Coruscant brought me you.” Your grin grew a little lopsided. “Reluctant to be there, though you may have been.”

“The only thing I was reluctant about was talking to you and scaring you off.”

“Me? Scare? Pffft!” You pointed at your chest before waving your hand in dismissal.

“Not everyone is accepting of a Mando, believe it or not. But then again, people don’t tend to be accepting of others who throw lit bottles of alcohol across the street-”

“Okay, that’s enough of that,” you cut him off, hands going to your hips as you began to look anywhere but at him, not able to fight the small smile on your face.

“You seem to have a problem with alcohol and explosions. The day I met you, today….” Din was counting off on his fingers, one hand on his hip as his weight shifted to one leg.

You leveled a blank stare on him. “That’s twice.”

“Which is more than once, and that’s saying something.”

You shook your head disbelievingly at him, chuckling darkly. Reaching out, you shoved his shoulder playfully while grumbling, “I hate you.”

Din only tilted his head to the side as he kept his gaze on you, laughing softly.

“We need to get going before it starts-”

With a clap of thunder and flash of lightning, the skies seemed to open up and let loose the downpour you’d been watching brew on the horizon.

“You were saying?” Din yelled over the roar of the falling water, making you glare at him. “It’s not much further. Come on, this way.” He turned, his cape fanning out behind him and almost smacking you in the face.

Batting it away with one hand, you clutched it tight and hung on, using it to keep close and in line with Din. You could barely see the rain was so heavy. You were trusting him to lead you the rest of the way.

The child let out a happy squeal, and when you glanced down, you saw him clapping happily, already drenched to the bone. He stuck one hand out and the drops around him suspended in the air, circling him almost lazily. It looked like he was in a bubble of some sort.

“Din!” You yelled to be heard over the rain, making him pull up short, his head turning just slightly to let you know he was listening. “Look at the kid.”

Turning to look fully over his shoulder, an amused scoff came out of his modulator, followed soon after by him reaching out and flipping the flap of the satchel over the head of the kid.

An indignant squawk came from the bag as it wriggled slightly, the water he had suspended all falling at once and soaking the bag. He let out a little whimper after that, but calmed down.

Din began to walk again, and you followed, cape still tightly in your grip with your right hand.

Lifting the flap just slightly, you peeked in at him, finding him looking up at you with the most adorable little pout you’d ever seen him try. Reaching out your index finger, you put your left hand in the bag and let him clutch your finger tightly in his tiny hands. Sending him only good and happy thoughts, you smiled when you heard a soft coo come from the satchel. He sent you a wave of contentment in return, before releasing your finger and pushing your hand out of the bag. “Well, fine then,” you mumbled, staring at the bag in shock before you huffed, looking back up to stare at the back of Din’s helmet as you followed after him.

Once you made it over a particularly slippery and muddy hill, the small little cabin finally came into view. No lights were in the windows, no speeders parked outside, it was truly vacant.

Din turned back to you, causing you to have to let go of his cape. “Go down slowly. It’s very slippery here, and if you fall, there are rocks just under the mud. I brought a medpack, but we don’t have anything that will help a broken bone, and you saw how far we are from any place with medical help.”

Nodding, you kept your eyes up on his helmet, squinting as the rain continued to fall. Reaching up, you tried to wipe the water from your eyes, shielding them slightly with your hand above them, but it didn’t help. Looking back down, you nodded again. “Got it.”

Once you’d both made it down the hill- not without you nearly landing on your ass once in a comical display with some particularly slippery mud, making you stop, throw your head back, and laugh while the kid joined in from the satchel and Din laughed softly from a few feet away- you all let out a sigh of relief.

Slamming the door open, you both stumbled over the threshold, dripping enough water off your limbs to make small puddles where you stood.

“Told you it was here,” you grumbled, walking further inside the dark cabin.

“Never said it wasn’t,” Din sighed. “Just said to be careful.”

“Yeah, I know. But still.” You held up one finger, your eyebrows raised as you paused. “I was right.”

Din just walked to the side to set the gear down by the door, shaking his head at you.

Reaching down to grab the front of your shirt, you twisted it, what little you could grab under the satchel strap, to wring out as much water as you could. Looking around as you did, you found the place very empty.

There was a single candle in a holder on the table, burnt almost all the way down.

“It should offer a little light, if only for a little while,” you said offhandedly. “Enough for us to eat something then get in bed.” Looking around, you tapped the top of the kid’s head with your fingers gently where he rested at your hip in the satchel. “Speaking of, what does that situation look like?”

“Patu?”

You looked down to find him looking up at you, your fingers smooshing his cheeks up. “Oh! I’m so sorry, ad’ika. I didn’t even realize.” Pinching his cheek playfully, you gave his face a little shake before releasing him, taking him out and setting him on the floor. He let out a soft coo before ambling off to explore.

Igniting the flamethrower on your vambrace just enough that a small flame danced along the beskar, you lifted the candle, lighting the wick, and casting the small cabin in lilting shadows. Setting it back in the center of the table, you surveyed the small space with a more critical eye.

A lone chair sat in a far corner, cobwebs spun between its back and the walls it sat against. On the far left stood what was left of a small kitchen, a thick layer of dust along every surface. Between the chair and the table in front of you was a bed, a thin mattress still laying proudly along its rails, just wide enough for two people.

“At least it’s bigger than the bunk on the Crest,” Din mused, stepping up to stand behind you.

You glared at him over your shoulder, hands resting on your hips. “If we can make that work, no complaining about needing space in this.” You pointed over your shoulder in the vague direction of the Crest before pointing at the bed in front of you. Pulling the satchel off of your shoulders, you set it on the table, flinging your hands out to the side to try and get the bigger droplets that still clung to your skin off.

Din set something on the table, and you eyed the ration packs. “Which do you want?”

You smiled as you looked at them before turning your face up to his visor. “You and the kid choose first. I’m fine with whatever.”

Din let out a grunt before he handed you a pack, then carried another over to the kid. When he opened it, you saw it was the kid’s favorite. Looking down to the one in your hands, it was one both you and Din liked more than the others. To be honest, most of them weren’t that great, but this one was okay. You’d just read the label on the one Din scooped off the table for himself before he’d swiped it out of your view.

“Din, here. Take mine. You hate that one.”

“So do you,” he shot back, holding it away from your outstretched hand.

“Yeah….” You trailed off, watching his visor as you spoke. “But I mind it less. It’s not a problem. Really. Just-” you reached for it again, but he pulled it further back and up out of your reach.

“Mesh’la, stop it. It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not, Din,” you huffed, getting aggravated. “Just….” Your hands fell back to your sides with a slap against your thighs in frustration. “Fine. You know what? You win.”

“Thank you.” He nodded once, stepping around you as you turned back to the table. “Was that so ha-”

The packet flew out of his hand and into your waiting one, where you quickly tore it open, pouring it into your open bag, and mixing the two together, before pouring the proper amount back into his bag.

“Hey!” He protested, stepping up close to your shoulder as he just watched.

Handing it to him, you offered a small smile. “Here. Have some of mine.”

After a moment of staring, Din took the bag, turning to stalk off silently and stare out the still open door as he tipped his helmet back just enough to eat.

You smirked, going to sit on the bed with your packet. You watched as the kid found a blanket in an old chest under a window in the cabin, and he drug it over to the middle of the floor, moving it all around until he was satisfied, and curled up into the middle of it, finishing his packet. He sent the empty container floating over to you as he snuggled further into the soft little bed, making you chuckle as you plucked it from the air. “G’night, kid.” He cooed at you softly as his eyes drifted shut, and pretty soon he was fast asleep.

Din came over, silent as ever, and took the empty packets from your hands gently, making you jump. “Sorry,” he spoke softly, turning to tuck them away in one of the bags.

“No problem.” You matched his tone, trying to keep it soft like your surroundings, the candle burning low. You watched as Din went over to close and latch the front door, casting the room into more shadow. “You should get out of your armor. You need to let your clothes dry as much as possible, or you’re going to get sick. I can help, if you want-”

“No, I can do it myself,” he said quietly, beginning to unfasten his vambraces just as the candle went out, a wisp of smoke curling into the air.

Thinking about it, you decided to take your own off, setting them on the table gently before making your way back to the bed in the dark. The silence was filled with the sound of rain outside, and the soft clunk of beskar being set in a pile by the wall. It took longer than you thought it would, and you turned to look at him.

“Are you sure? I can….”

Lightning flashed outside, filling the space briefly in every hidden corner. He’d been facing away from you, his helmet in his hands as he removed that last piece of his armor, the final thing between him and his creed lifted.

Darkness filled the space once again, cloaking his secret and your wide eyed stare. A low roll of thunder gently vibrated the timbers of the home, the shutters on the windows rattling slightly.

You kept your gaze locked on the back of his head, or where you had seen it for however brief a moment, blinking once. Twice. Three times, before your mouth snapped shut and you swallowed roughly.

“I can….” You began again, another flash of lightning streaking across the sky outside and filling the inside of the cabin with soft blue light stopping you short when you caught a glimpse of a face, only enough to know that’s what you’d seen. Not enough to see any features or definition, but enough to know he had been looking at you, too.

Screwing your eyes shut as thunder rattled the beams once again, you stammered, turning your face slightly away from him. “Um….”

Even with your eyes closed, it felt like a betrayal, the phantom of his profile burned into your mind and glowing behind your eyelids. “I didn’t…. I only saw….” You huffed. “It was more an outline than anything….” You gestured vaguely in his direction, startling when his hand slid softly into yours before pulling it close to his chest as he sat on the bed beside you.

He shifted slowly until his chest was pressed gently against your back, and you didn’t even notice the dampness his clothes still held, but you did notice how warm he was. His thumb traced over your knuckles as he held it by his shoulder, close to his face. If you just stretched your fingers out a few inches, he'd be in your grasp.

His head lowered until his mouth rested lightly on your shoulder over your shirt, bringing your hand up to rest on the strong curve of his jaw.

Your fingers curled in on your hand for only a moment, startled at the feel of not just facial hair, but of skin under your touch, warm, soft skin where you usually felt cold, hard beskar. Letting your hand unfurl, you reached back, tracing the lines of his chin, to his cheek, scratching lightly and smiling when he let out a soft groan, adjusting so his chin sat on your shoulder, his warm breath tickling the shell of your ear, and his chest coming impossibly closer along your spine.

Continuing up, you cradled his cheek for a moment before feeling his curls tickling the tips of your fingers, longer than that time months ago now on the Crest. With a sudden confidence, you carded your fingers through his hair, going until you held the nape of his neck in a soft hold, pulling closer still.

His lips ghosted over the skin of your neck, hot breaths fanning across the millimeter of space left between you and making you shudder softly.

“Are you cold?” His voice was low, almost a whisper, but still vibrated into you from his chest, making you feel like they were your own words.

“No,” you breathed, smiling. “It’s-”

“Eh?”

Looking down, you both spotted the kid on the floor at the side of the bed. Lightning and thunder went off nearly in unison, illuminating his tiny face and making his appearance almost comical. Din let out a sigh, tucking his face into the back of your neck, making you chuckle. Scratching the back of his head where your hand still rested playfully, you patted it softly. “I got it. You go get your helmet, then come back over here.”

He pulled away reluctantly, and you let out a heavy breath as you looked down at the kid. “You couldn’t wait five minutes?” You mumbled as you leaned over to scoop him up into your lap. Laughing softly at the whole situation, you propped your arm on your knee, cradling your face as you stared down into his large eyes.

“Are you hungry?” You tried after a few seconds of silence. His eyes blinked slowly, struggling to stay open the longer he looked up at you, making you smile. “No, that’s not it. You just didn’t want to sleep alone all the way over there, did you?”

The child leaned on your thigh from his spot in your lap, his eyes closing and his breaths coming deep and even as he slept.

“I don’t blame him,” a familiar modulated voice said behind you, the bed dipping as he sat where he had been before. “I know how he feels.” The edge of his helmet came to rest where his face had been, and despite the cool touch of beskar, it made you feel warm like his skin had. It was a part of him.

“Hang on just a second,” you mumbled, sliding off the bed as gently as you could to not jostle the child. Handing him to Din, you noticed his visor looking at you in question, though he didn’t hesitate to take the kid. “I’m going to move that chair over beside the bed for him to sleep on,” you whispered, pointing across the room at the lone wooden chair in the corner.

Walking as lightly as possible, you winced when the floor squeaked under your weight once or twice, pausing and waiting to see if the kid stirred awake. Peeking over your shoulder to find both of them exactly where you’d left them, you quickly dashed the rest of the way, got the chair, and tiptoed back beside the bed, setting it down softly. Reaching into your bag next to you on the floor, you took out your scarf and bunched it up on the seat into a little makeshift bed for the child. Turning back, you found Din’s helmet tilted in curiosity as he looked from the scarf to you, and you shrugged before taking the child gently from him. “It smells like me. Figured it’d keep him thinking he was up here and asleep if the storm kicks up again.”

Setting the little green slumbering ward on the small makeshift bed, you let out a sigh of relief when he burrowed further into the material in his sleep before settling peacefully.

Backing up the few steps back to the bed, you let out a surprised yelp when an arm went around your waist and pulled you back against a strong chest, a hand flying up to cover your mouth to keep you from waking the child.

Sighing against his palm, you mumbled against his hand, “Din, damn it. You scared me.”

You went to look at him over your shoulder, but the hand over your mouth moved to cradle the side of your face and keep you facing forward. Arching a brow, you began to ask why you can’t turn around when a warm breath tickled your ear as he let out a soft chuckle and a “Sorry” that sounded anything but.

“You need to rest,” he mumbled into the curve of your neck, leaning to lay you both down on your sides as he pulled you more firmly to his chest. The hand that was cradling your face now rested under your head like a pillow.

“So do you,” you spoke barely above a whisper, turning your face into his arm below you, taking a deep breath through your nose and letting it out on a sigh.

His arm curled up, effectively moving you back to rest on his upper arm, his hand coming to rest on your head, moving his fingers in absent patterns that made your eyes flutter shut. “Sleep, mesh’la.” He mumbled again, voice lazy and content as he spoke into the back of your head where he’d tucked his face. You just registered a soft kiss against your hair before he tucked back into the top of your spine, his breath at the nape of your neck a constant reminder of how close he finally was. “Sleep.”

Your blanket from the cockpit came to rest over the both of you, cocooning you in warmth from one another.

“I’m sorry I exploded a festive juice on your ship,” you mumbled into his arm as you adjusted your position slightly.

One arm around your waist, the other still firmly under your head, he huffed a breath against your neck as he laughed softly, a smile evident in his tone as he relaxed further into you. “I’m not.”

Xxx

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Sabine's Story ? 👁️ -aaeeart

Ah yes, the elusive secret sabine's-backstory fic I slowly but surely chisel at on the rare occasion I have writing motivation. No promises on ever finishing it but I will publish at least some of it eventually I prommy

Here's one of my favorite snippets so far! There's another here, since two people asked about this one :)

A flash of color amidst the greenish steel caught Kanan's eye. At the end of the cluttered shelf was a Mandalorian helmet, painted indigo and magenta with a few bright red cartoonish symbols and a clan crest in deep maroon. It was easily the loudest paint job he'd ever seen on Mando gear. The rest of the set plus a folded holster containing twin blasters sat next to it, strapped together for storage.

Kanan pried his gaze away, trying to refocus on the task at hand, even as he was struck by how small the armor was; a youngling's set. Likely enough it had been stolen off a dead child's body. Bile rose in his throat as he found the crates of [stuff] they were after and magnetized them, slamming them together a bit more aggressively than was necessary. He started for the exit, blaster drawn and pulling the train of crates behind him. He made it five steps before he was turning around, cursing under his breath. It couldn't be left here. It had to be returned to someone even if the owner was long dead.

He intended to snatch it quickly and get the hell out of there as planned, but as he slid the bound pieces under one arm and reached for the helmet his feet remained rooted to the deck and Kanan found himself staring into the black of the visor as the ancient metal cooled his hands. Beskar had a weight to it. Not just physically, it was heavy in the Force. Heavy with the memory of fire and water and blood.

The click of a blaster behind him snapped Kanan back to reality. Well fuck me he muttered internally. Just had to lose it in the Force with his back turned. Like an idiot. He was about to whip around and use the damn helmet to smash the blaster away when his attacker spoke.

"Turn around, slow."

It was the voice of a teenager. Kanan knew it belonged to the owner of this armor even before he complied with their demand and saw a girl with bright pink hair, her young face streaked with blood. She couldn't be older than fifteen. Her dark eyes indicated the armor before meeting Kanan's.

“Give it to me, now.”

The kid’s voice was hard and steady, leaving no room for argument. Her stance was the same. She was hiding exhaustion and pain well enough to fool most people. But Kanan could see the slightest tremble of her hand in the way the blaster slowly tilted from its line to his heart, her stiff and slightly uneven posture, the tightness of her face that betrayed urgency and fear.

Kanan slowly bent to deposit the bundle of armor on the floor, raising his hands as he set it down. He used his foot to scoot it in her direction. The girl’s eyes and her blaster’s nozzle remained trained on Kanan, but he didn’t miss how hard her knee hit the deck as she knelt to retrieve the armor, or the effort it took her to stand back up. She put the helmet on, but didn't waste time on the rest, instead clutching it to her chest and backing away.

“Kid, wait.”

She did not. She fired a warning shot past his ear, then another shot took out the control panel for the door as she backed through it. The door slammed shut. Well. The beskar was returned to its rightful owner, mission accomplished. Kanan shook himself and redirected the crates towards the secondary entrance, raised his comm to alert Zeb to the change in route.

She won't survive she won't survive she won't survive

Kanan accepted the knowledge then shoved it aside, resolved to tell Hera about the little Mando. Chasing after her while she had no reason to believe that he wasn't one of her attempted captors would do nothing but waste both their time and botch this operation more than it already was. But the kid needed help. Something told Kanan it had to be them.

#star wars rebels #swr #sabine wren #kanan jarrus #eel fic #ask #tag game

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moonlight-tmd · 4 months

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Hello! A huge Blitzbee fan and a huge fan of your work here! What about a date after one of them had an exhausting day at work, and the other went all out glamorously for the date? I’m talking roses and lights and all that. Hehe ^^

Hello and thank you! I'm glad to hear you like the stuff i make <3

I wrote a similar thing about Blitz being all lovey dovey when Bee came to a meeting exhaused on my AO3 BlitzBee week but now i'm thinking what would Bee do when Blitz came back more and more tired from the constant work Megs and Lugnut give him...

I suppose Lugnut threw his work on Blitzwing, so he was stuck organizing and carrying supplies to the magazines all days long while Lugnut praised their Lord with an excuse of "discussing strategy plans with him". Bee understood that even a strong mech like Blitzwing can get tired and worn out so he planned a little something for their next meeting...

The next time Blitzwing flew out all tired to meet up with Bee he didn't see him when he landed by the warehouse. Instead, there was a note saying "Come inside~" with a heart drawn attached to the door. So Blitz took the note and entered their hideout. It was dark, all the lights have been turned off and the windows were covered. Only a moment after he called Bee's name the light turned on- or rather all the fairy lights haging from the walls and support beams of the building, all white, pink and magenta. There was other dimly lit decor and in the middle of the room on the floor was a big spread out rest area with electric candles surrounding it, he could see and smell incense on the crates placed nearby with dark sheets on them and bowls of various snacks sitting there just waiting to be eaten.

He was far too stunned to notice Bee creep up behind him and greet his beloved. Bumblebee was all shiny and had those silky blue ribbons wrapped around his horns, neck, arms and thighs. He had that adoring look on his face. A truly beautiful sight for Blitzwing.

He said he knew Blitz was doing one heck of a tough job and wanted to make their night a bit more pleasant for him. Blitzwing though he wanted them to interface but Bee only laughed and said not everything is about interfacing. Tonight was Blitz's night to relax.

Bee grabbed his sparkmate's servo and guided him to lay on the big pile of blankets and pillows. He made Blitz use his thighs as a pillow and pet his helm while also feeding him the fancy snacks he somehow got his servos on. Then he made Blitzwing lay on his chassis and went to massage his back plates.

The amount of stress and tension he had to knead out from there was making his own servos hurt but he never said a thing, he only sat there praising his beloved while listening to his moans of pleasure and relief. Bee brought special oils to rub into Blitz's metal to help with the stress, they all smelled good so he used different ones in different areas, he left the best one for his wings since he knew how much tension got in those struts after heavy duty work.

It was amazing. Bee assumed Blitzwing must have fallen into recharge when he was caressing his back to relax after the intense part of the massage. Blitz looked so peaceful, Bee was very happy that he helped his beloved, the spa night was a success. While petting Blitz's back he leaned down and whispered the word of love to him, how much he meant to him and that he'll always be there for him no matter what. He whispered how much his life got better since they met and that he'll never leave his side. Blitz was everything to him and he would do anything to keep them both happy. Bee gave him a kiss on the helm before he carefully squeezed himself under Blitz's arm to snuggle and recharge himself...

...What he didn't know is that Blitz wasn't recharging at all and trying his best not to burst out crying while Bee said all those things. Once Bee was in recharge he started quietly crying and hugged him as close as possible. Bee really went the whole world distance and beyond to make him feel like the luckiest mech alive. He never told Bee he heard his confession but he kept it in his Spark forever.

And of course, he did make Bee scream his name in the morning. Bee prettied himself up just for Blitzwing and it truly was doing things to him the whole time he saw the scout. A relaxing night followed by a passionate morning was something he never knew he needed. Shame they both had to leave so soon, but well... they could always reapeat that when they have more time~.

#maccadam #tfa #ask box #blitzbee

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puer-aurea · 6 months

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On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me...

Fluff for Southlanders

"I tried!"

"Your best?"

"God, I hope not! But probably."

How will this work?

"Guys! I st- borrowed Scott's nail polish!" Jimmy called to the other boys in the Southlands as he walked in with a crate in his hands.

"Woah, he has so much!" Mumbo remarked.

"Well, it's not all nail polish, there's some things to make cute designs. He taught me how to use all the stuff in Third Life, so I can make designs for everyone! Mumbo, you go first." Jimmy put the crate on the ground while the other boys crowded around.

"There's so many shades of blue! Does he really need that many?" Grian pointed out.

Mumbo sat in the grass with the other boys following suite, making a small circle. Grian was to his left, then Impulse, Jimmy, and Martyn completing the circle at his right. Mumbo pushed around some of the nail polish, looking over all the little tools he couldn't identify. He picked up a few different colors, a goldish-yellow, a metallic black, and a couple reds he could barely tell the difference between.

"What about- this one?" Mumbo held up a maroon color.

"Can do! Want a little design?" Jimmy took the bottle from him and shook it up a bit.

"No, I don't want to ruin it when we make the ghast farm. Just red." Mumbo put his left hand out over the crate for Jimmy to hold while he painted.

The polish was a little cold and Mumbo's shakiness made Jimmy mess up a bit, but with some acetone and a q-tip, the accidents were cleaned up like they were never there.

"You have to be careful while they dry. Just sit here and wait with us."

Mumbo nodded and carefully put his hands in his lap.

"Me next!" Grian was more reckless looking through the nail polish, unable to decide.

"What if you made it look like your wings?" Martyn suggested.

He was holding his spyglass up to his eye, looking at the nail polish crate through it. Grian knocked the glass on it with his nail, causing Martyn to jump slightly.

"That was uncalled for." He fake pouted and put his spyglass back in his inventory to prevent any damage.

"I like that idea, actually. Can you do parrot wings Timmy?"

Jimmy pulled out a couple colors, a red, yellow, and blue similar to Grian's wings, and a green. He took out a few of the tool cases and looked through them until he decided on what looked like a little yellow pen.

"Yeah! Just don't move too much, I'm not as good as Scott with these."

Grian held out his hand over the crate and Jimmy took it in his own, contemplating the best way to do it. He experimented on Grian's thumb nail, adding a bit of red in the corner then yellow, green, blue. He took the dotting tool- the one that looked like a little pen- and dragged it through each color in a couple lines. It wasn't perfect, not even close, and it was kind of messy, but the idea was there. He mimicked the design on the rest of Grian's nails and was quite satisfied with his work.

"That's actually pretty cool." Jimmy said as the other boys looked at it.

"You're good at this man!" Impulse lightly knocked his shoulder.

"Impulse, d'you want to go next?" Martyn asked.

"Um, I don't have any ideas yet. You can go."

Martyn muttered an alright and started looking through the colors. He knew he wanted green, but there was so many different ones. Why would anyone need this many shades of any given color? A few made sense, like having a dark green, light green, glitter green, and metallic green, but do you need several shades of light green? Really?

The words on one of the greens caught his attention.

'Glow in the dark'

He picked it up with a smirk and grabbed a black as well.

"I want these!"

"Both? So, you want a design?" Jimmy took the colors from Martyn.

"How about... surprise me?"

Martyn held his hand out over Jimmy's lap. Jimmy placed the green in the grass and started with a base coat of black over every nail. He looked through the crate again, examining the tools and putting some with the nail polish in the grass.

He took some acetone and cleaned the black off his thumb nails, replacing it with a base of green. He used the dotting tool to make little flowers on Martyn's index fingers and a smaller dotting tool to make messy flames on his ring fingers. Jimmy took out a case with various brush sizes and used one to make a checkerboard patter on his middle fingers and a split on his pinky. He put a stencil over his thumbs and made black hearts on them.

"Ta-da!"

"They're all different." Martyn gave it an odd look.

"Do you- not like it?" Jimmy sounded a little dejected.

"No, I don't. Because I l-aha-ve it!"

The boys started cracking up at the 'aha' joke and Jimmy had to calm them all down so they didn't mess up their nails.

"Any ideas, Impulse?" Jimmy asked when they quieted down.

"Well, I like this yellow," he held up a neutral yellow nail polish, "maybe something with it and black?"

Jimmy looked at the stencils in the crate before grabbing the ones that looked like angles. He took the yellow polish from Impulse and painted a base of it on each nail. They had to sit for a bit for them to dry before he could continue but when they did, he put the angle stencils on and painted black at the top.

"It's simple, but it's cool! How do you like it?" Jimmy watched as Impulse looked over his nails.

"It is cool! I feel cool, now." Impulse smiled at him.

"Then, I'll do my nails now."

"Do you want help? None of us will probably be very good at it but we can try..." Mumbo offered.

"You might not be good at it, I'm good at everything the first time I try." Martyn joked.

"Sure you are. But, no, I can do it! I'm gonna do the design Scott first taught me to do on his nails."

"Well, it's getting dark, so I'm going to prepare the nest for bed. The rest of the boys will keep you company." Grian checked to make sure his nails were dry before pushing himself off the grass.

"When you say it like that, we have no choice but to stay." Impulse pointed out.

"You'll be fineeee." Grian dismissed him and walked in the direction of his tower, where he and Jimmy made the nest they all shared at night.

Jimmy looked through the crate and pulled out a pastel blue, a white, and a forest-y green. He painted his thumb, ring, and pinky fingers plain blue. He used the dotting tool to make little blue and white flowers on his index and middle fingers and a thin brush to make stems and leaves. He fumbled with his non-dominant hand before Mumbo attempted to help, resulting in a somewhat similar but significantly more messy version of the index and middle finger design on his dominant.

"Wow, Martyn was right Mumbo. You were bad at this!" Impulse poked at him.

"I tried!" Mumbo whined.

"Your best?" Martyn joined the teasing with Impulse.

"Void- I hope not. But most likely." Mumbo sighed.

"Hey, I think Mumbo did very well! Give the man a break." Jimmy defended him.

"I jest, of course. Let's head up to bed." Martyn put his hand out for Impulse to take and helped him up.

"Yeah, it's getting dark." Impulse added.

Mumbo helped Jimmy up, careful of his nails, and the four went in Grian's tower to find him already asleep in the nest. Impulse and Martyn got in on either side of him, passing out quickly. Mumbo and Jimmy stayed up a little longer in silence, waiting for Jimmy's nails to dry before they joined the cuddle pile for the night.

the boys' nails

#traffic life series #traffic smp #life series smp #trafficblr #jimmy solidarity #mumbo jumbo #solidaritygaming #grian #impulsesv #inthelittlewood #last life #last life smp #the southlands #southlanders

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nikisfwn · 1 year

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Picture To Burn

You and Alex burn all of your ex’s stuff together after a drunken night at your house when you confessed to him. Things get a bit out of control.

Warnings: swearing?, mentions of sex but no actual sex, alcohol

A/N: Hi! I haven’t done a oneshot yet, in truth I’ve posted two things in total and no one has responded to them so have a cool little oneshot I had an idea for. Peep the Taylor Swift song as a title. I was struggling to come up with one and it came up on my playlist. Enjoy! (also sorry that it isnt all about the burning shit but i got carried away)

It was a Friday evening and you were drunk to shit. You and your boyfriend had broken up earlier on that day because he had slept with the same girl from his office even after you confronted him about it three months ago. Sure, you should’ve broken up with him then but you loved him. Too bad he was too busy fucking someone else to feel the same. A buzz on your coffee table snapped you back to reality from your drunken state.

Al Turner: Hey, Jamie told me about you and your boyfriends break up. How you feelin? Do you want me to come over or you could come over here?X

You grabbed the phone off the table and typed out a reply.

Hey Alex. I've had too much to drink to be able to come round yours. But if you could come over here that would be great. x

Al Turner: Great, I'll see you soon.X

Fuck. You needed to clean up. Alex was only about 5 minutes away, even less if he was driving. You quickly stood up groaning at the dizziness and headache that hit you at the sudden movement. You started picking up beer bottles trying not to count because you didn't need to know exactly how many it took to actually have an effect on you. You had just finished putting them in a bin bag when the door opened. There stood Alex with a crate of beer and his key in hand as well as an overnight bag on his shoulders. You hadn't invited him to stay the night but who were you kidding, of course you would let him.

"You should probably sit down love, you look like shit." Alex gave out a soft chuckle but he wasn't exactly joking, you knew that. You sighed and sat down patting the spot next to you on the sofa. Alex stepped properly inside and closed the door behind him, kicking his shoes off and finally locking the door before falling onto the sofa next to you. "Well I did bring these for you." He said holding up the crate of beer, "But it doesn't look like you need anymore to drink." He laughed, this time properly but you frowned. "You can't drink in front of me just because I've already had loads Al." Your words came out slightly slurred but you chose to ignore it. Alex however, did not. "Y/n, you are absolutely shitfaced and we both know it. Besides I can drink in front of you without giving you any, you just don't want me to." A smirk crawled onto his face, one that you almost wanted to punch right off.

"You're such a dickhead." You laughed with him as he gave you a beer taking one out for himself too. You opened it with the ring on your middle finger. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence as you stared at him. His beautiful eyes, his perfect smile, his stupid hair that he recently cut. You loved him, and not just as a friend. He was your best mate since you guys were 5, but you had a crush on him since you were 13. How could you admit it without ruining your friendship? "So, you gonna tell me what happened with him?" Alex spoke up, destroying the silence that had hovered over you. You sighed, a bit dramatically but apparently that was all you needed to let it out.

"Fucking hell, he was cheating on me within the first two months of us dating. Some random bitch in 'is office called Sarah or somethin. A friend of mine works with 'em and saw it 'appen. I confronted him about it and he said that he would stop, he apologised and well, I loved him so I kept dating him. I had a feeling it was still goin on I just didn't confront him about it. But earlier-" You paused remembering the events of today trying to put it into words and finally continuing. "Earlier I walked in on him and Sarah fuckin on the bloody sofa! So not only had they kept doin it, they started doin it in their free time too! I walked in and they didn't seem to notice until I had gotten so angry and- well I smashed one of his vases. Shocker but they stopped after that. He looked at me and started screaming about how I can't just walk into his house and that I should've knocked or texted. I told him that he gave me a key to use and that I had texted him but he was too busy with a whore to realise. He screamed at me to get the fuck out and I told him that he could keep on fuckin her 'cause I never wanted to see him again. He just said get out again so I threw the key at him grabbed the one to my house off his keys and left. Sarah just- stared the whole time. Like usually I would say that she had nothing to do with it but she did. That is what pissed me off wif her so much." You sighed realising you had been rambling and words getting more slurred and angry as you went on.

"Oh y/n. He's a bastard he isn't worth your time I promise you." You downed half of your beer as he spoke. "I mean I've given up on women at the moment, you should give up on men and we should just chill together." It was made as a jokey remark, you knew that. It did hurt slightly though. That Alex wasn't interested in you romantically. You played along with the joke though, "We should just fuckin date each other at this point." You both laughed. "I mean we already act like an old married couple it wouldn't make the biggest difference." Alex added on. You both laughed so much slowly making your way through the beers. When eventually you were so drunk that you couldn't think straight.

"Al?" Your quiet voice interrupted the silence that had hung over you. "Yea luv?" His words were loud considering the quiet atmosphere and he had no idea how to control the volume of his voice. "Y'know I luv ya right?" Alex turned to face you. "Yea? Why?" "No Al, not how you luv me. I mean I really really like you Alex. Not just as friends." There. It was out in the open. Your big crush on Alex was revealed after god knows how many years. "Really?" You nodded slightly averting your gaze from him. He grabbed the bottom of your chin and tilted your face up leaning in and giving you the best kiss you had in your entire life. He tasted like beer, old cigarettes and mint. God it was amazing. If you could've stayed there forever you would. He pulled away after what felt like an eternity but you still wished it was longer. He rested his forehead on yours and sighed before speaking. "In case you didn't get it, I like you too, love."

You and Alex spoke for hours on end before the idea came up to burn your ex's stuff. So now it was two am and you and Alex stood in your back garden with a box of your ex boyfriends stuff next to your barbecue. You had a bucket of water in case things went wrong obviously but other than that it was two drunk idiots with fire, therefore a bad idea. Alex was passing you items out of the box questioning every single one. "The fook is this love?" "That is a picture of me Brian and Sarah at a work party. Pass it 'ere." "Fookin' 'ell they're both ugly pieces of shit ain't they?" You held the picture above the fire and nodded while laughing before chucking the small amount of remains into a smaller bucket of water you had to put out the items. "Fuck, he didn't even 'ave good taste in music darlin' why were you wif him?" He had a shirt with Little Mix's logo on it and tour dates. The dickhead had bought it for Sarah but got it delivered to the wrong address so now you were left with it. "No clue Al, absolutely no clue." He passed you it and you placed it on the barbecue when things got out of hand.

"FUCK!" Alex quickly grabbed the bucket off the floor and chucked it over the barbecue while you turned it off. After a few seconds of you both staring in shock, the fire went out. "Fuckin hell." Your breathing was barely calming down but Alex pulled you into a hug. "Reckon that's a sign we should stop darlin'." Alex said chuckling softly. "Yeah probably." The two of you pulled away and started clearing up the mess you had made taking it inside and throwing the burnt items in the bin. "I think you should go to sleep love, you're wasted." Alex said to you after you had both cleared up. "Sure. But you're coming to bed too." You had a big smile on your face. "With you?" He cocked a brow and you nodded, "If you want me too then of course love." You grabbed his hand and you both made your way upstairs. getting changed with Alex in the bathroom you laid in the bed waiting for him.

He got in bed and you cuddled up to him. "Y/n?" You hummed into his chest in response. "What are we?" You looked up at him. "What do you want us to be Alex?" He thought about it for a minute before kissing your forehead. "I want to be yours love." You smiled and kissed him. "Well that's good because I wanna be yours too." He pulled you impossibly close to him as you fell asleep in his arms.

Your boyfriends arms.

It's a little rushed so sorry about that but I hope you liked it! The burning of your ex's shit was gonna be the main thing but I got distracted so it's a bit random. Hope you liked it!

#alex turner x reader #alex turner #alex turner fanfic #arctic monkeys #arctic monkeys am #am era

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akwolfgrl · 3 months

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LFT PART 37

Sanji made his last round inside his galley, Mr. Noodles sat perched on a bar stool watching him. The roses that Zoro got him were still sitting in the jar where he left them. He needed to figure out what he wanted to do with them. Sanji slid some butter into his apron pocket to soften.

Sanji finished unloading everything he had bought at the market this morning. There were still a few cartes of things waiting for him to deconstruct. Sanji had scored a crate of fresh unwashed eggs. He would water glass them later tonight. He left out the stuff he needed to make a batch of kimchi and a new marinade for Luffy's jerky. The meat was in the freezer to firm up for easier slicing. He also left out the prime rib he got on sale for dinner tonight. He had the perfect seasoning for them.

Sanji cut the core of napa cabbages out, placing them into the bucket he was using for a compost pile, they used to have one on the Baratie they would give it to a local farmer who they worked with to get fresh produce. There were things that even he could not salvage and use, but the compost was a good compromise since it fertilized and grew more food. He split the leafy vegetable apart with his hands. It was hard to get used to such a quiet kitchen. He was used to the hustle and bustle of the Baratie. The chefs arguing, the waiters yelling out food orders. Everything about the kitchen was loud and controlled chaos. Well, Sanji did sort of miss having someone he could talk to.

“OK so I know you're a cat, and you don't understand what I'm saying, but I don't care. Right now, I'm making kimchi. It's spicy, sour, and so good. A chef who used to work at the Baratie before settling ashore and marrying a sweet woman showed me how to make it,” Sanji began to chop the pieces of cabbage up. “I'm doing the shortcut method. Usually, you don't chop it up, but I like it better this way,” Sanji put all the cabbage into the large bowl. “Then we just wash and salt the cabbage until it wilts and the water from the inside of the cabbage is drawn out by the salt,” Sanji would leave it overnight with something heavy on top.

Mr. Noodles had at some point hopped from his stool to wind his way around Sanji's legs purring. He was ecstatic to have something small and cute to care for. Clementine may have been Zeff’s cat but she did like him and barely tolerated the other chefs. It had been his job to brush her long silky golden fur. She had been a very pretty kitty, with one gold eye and one blue. Mr. Noodles was of course very handsome with his soft slick black fur.

“Zeff my old man, although I'd never call him that to his face, had a ship cat, her name was Clementine,” Sanji took out the bowl he used previously for the marinade. Mixing soy sauce, worcestershire, orange juice, and zest , he whisked in honey, brown sugar, grated ginger, and chopped garlic. He threw some habaneros into his mortar and grinded them down into a nice paste before adding them as well. “I remember the look on Zeff’s face after we got off the Rock. Clementine had gotten off their pirate ship shortly before they attacked the Orbit. It's said that cats can sense doom. Anyway, we stayed on an island while we recovered, and one day, she walked right up to Zeff as if she had only been out for a stroll. She died shortly before Luffy came crashing in. Zeff had been practically testy lately, so that didn't help him at all,” Sanji covered the marinade and placed it into the fridge.

“I think after I'm done with my prep, I'll head back out for some personal shopping and check out the fish market. Maybe I'll be nice to our sentient plant life and pick up a sword cleaning kit. He doesn't have much money and would be more focused on buying swords. Why he needs three? I'm not sure, but that's his thing, I suppose,” Sanji took a paper towel to dry the prime ribs, or else it would reject the butter. He stabbed holes into the top of the meat. While he did know how to trim meat, it had come pre-trimmed and on sale to good of a deal to pass up. “I haven't seen him use it at all while we've been on this ship and there's no way that his sword hasn't been well kept in the past,” He took the softened butter out of his pocket and upwarped it, placing it into a small bowl. “Maybe I'll grab some ink for Nami-swan! I can't get Marimo and not my sweet Nami,” Sanji tossed in chopped rosemary and thyme, salt, pepper, Dijon mustard, and a bit of worcestershire then he mixed it. “I should pick another notebook while I'm out, I might as well grab something for Luffy and Usopp while I'm at it. Just so I don't have to hear them whining.”

Sanji stabbed holes into the fatty part of the meat and used butter to lube up the sliced garlic and rosemary, slipping them into the holes. He coated the prime ribs in the rest of the butter before placing them in the fridge. After a quick clean-up, Sanji was ready to head out. With a goodbye scratch to Mr. Noodles Sanji left the Going Merry

#one piece #fanfic #lust filled thoughts #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #mr. noodles #cooking

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amber-michaelson · 1 year

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A Change Of Pace

Part 2

Part 1

Barbarian Katsuki Bakugo x Slave reader

Summary:

Read at own risk

Warning: pregnantion,

yn pov

its been a few months now since katsuki took me out of slavery and brought me here i’ve grown close with his friends kiri denki mina and sero they always kept me company when bakugous not around which is hardly ever he always wants me by his side for some reason and only allows me to take care of him which i don’t understand why “yes bakugo” i said walking into his tent “pack my stuff we’re going home” he muttered passing but paused “and its katsuki to you” he said before disappearing into the other part of the tent his was the biggest tent out of all of them and down the middle was a divider splitting the weaponized side from the bedroom and bath room “wheres home exactly” i called peering to him from around the corner “to the Bakugo kingdom dumbass” he yelled stuffing his stuff into a crate “oh” i whispered my voice wavering ‘alright’ i turned to the weapons wall where a few crates layed by i walked over and started putting the axes and swords in and didn’t take notice of the people standing behind me “boo” i screamed in shock dropping the sword i was carrying which cut my leg before hitting the ground “fuck” i cursed as blood started to seep out “yn what happened” katsuki yelled running out and fumed as he saw his friends “what the hell did you do” he muttered hitting the back of denki’s head

Katsuki pov

I was fuming "what the hell did you do" I yelled moving over to yn "I dropped your sword I'm sorry" she said through gritted teeth "i don't care about that fucking sword" I snapped picking her up and taking her to my bed "baku-" "just fucking leave you've done enough" I yelled at my friends as I layed yn on my bed "katsu-" "shut up yn I need to patch you up" I muttered grabbing different things that could help

Yn pov

I watched as he dumped alot of things onto the bed before settling infront of me "fuck it looks bad" he said grabbing a clothe as started to clean the cut before put ointments and bandaging it "there" he breathed out and looked up "now go wait on the horse" he said standing up "but you sai-" I cut her off "I said go wait by the horse I'll finish packing" he muttered pointing to the door I sighed in pain as I got up and limbed my way out "I'm so so sorry yn" denki cried coming to my side "it's fine denks I'm ok" I murmured stopping by my horse "are you leaving us yn" Mina yelled jumping beside me "we said we're sorry" kiri said giving me the puppy dog eyes "katsuki said we're leaving" I murmured looking confused why we are the only ones leaving "he said we'll be going back to the palace" I said looking between them "that's strange" ejiro said scratching the back of his head "hey shitty hair" they whipped around to face bakugo "I've packed up my stuff just make sure everything gets back" he muttered and pushed through them "come on pipesqueak" he said and helped me onto my horse "why are you leaving us bakubro" kiri whined making me giggle "because the old hag needs me now, now shut up" he yelled hopping onto his horse "here yn have my pouch of food" kiri smiled handing me a pouch "thanks kiri, see ya guys" I smiled and waved at them "come on" bakugo muttered and started walking out the camp with me following 'this is gonna be weird'

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I got all the stuff I needed to patch katsuki up as he groaned in pain as he sat on his bed "hurry up" he yelled as I scrambled to get the last of the stuff "im trying" I said laying all the stuff down "well that's not good enough" he snapped I rolled my eyes as I started to clean his wounds and cuts some making him flinch "some of these need stitches" I murmured glancing up at him but just got a growl in response "well hurry it up then” i quickly finished up bandaging and putting ointments on the others before moving onto the stitching “this might hurt” i mumbled as i did the first stitch causing him to growl and bite his lip “told you” i whispered earning a hard glare as i carried on “almost there” i said as i cut the thread to move onto the next one “your doing great bakugo” i murmured “katsuki” “what” i asked looking up at him “call me katsuki from now on” he muttered.

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we’ve been riding for a few hours now but mostly in silence “hows your leg doing” katsuki asked slowing down so he was beside me “fine i guess it doesn’t hurt as much” i said and it fell back into silence it was a nice silence "yn" he murmured "yea katsuki" I said looking at him "when we get there my mom might bother you" he murmured as he started to explain how his mom would bother me and pry

"Let's stop here for the night" he said jumping off his horse and helping me down "thanks" I said and took off kiri’s pouch fill of food and bottle of water "are you hungry" I asked taking a bite of a apple "no I'm fine I need to start a fire before the night comes" he said taking the horses and tired them up so the can graze and took of their saddles I looked around "what must I do" I asked "just try and not hurt yourself I can't fix you up out here" he said before disappearing into the bush "ok I'll try" I muttered it was a nice little clearing with a stream not so far away I wondered well limbed around trying to see if there's anything I could do but nothing I sighed and sat down by a tree waiting for bakugo to come back

Bakugo pov

I grumbled as I picked up some more fire wood "next time I cut off there heads" I muttered to myself they always scare her and she jumps so easily

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Yn was feeding me food as she sat in front of me and sero and denki jumped out behind her causing her to drop the plate of food on me which was boiling hot.

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I chuckled remembering how apologetic she was and how she was by my side 24/7 till I got better, yes I loved how she cared and nursed me back to health everytime I got back from a raiding I loved it but it takes a while from her to calm down after they scared her she flinches at everything, I made my way back as I thought of what I'll face when I get back to the kingdom, the reason I was sent out was not just to raid it, was to get a harem of concubines and wifes to give me sons for the future of our empire but I haven't found anyone other then yn who court my interest she was just beautiful and over the course of her time with me I've seen her at her highest and lowest and have grown close to her "I'm back" I said as I came back to the clearing she was sitting by a tree I kneeled down and started to build the fire, the sun was starting to set and a cold breeze was blowing through the trees I lite the fire before going to yn and taking off my cape covering her "what about you" she mumbled as she cuddled into the fur "I'll be fine pipesqueak" I smirked at how cute she is i sat close the fire till it was night and went to lay down by yn who moved a bit closer to the fire “come here pipesqueak” i smiled and pulled her closer covering her and me with the cloak “katsu-” “tell anyone about this and ill murder you”i murmured laying my head in the crook of her neck

yn pov

i was as red as a tomato as i felt his breathing on my neck causing goosebumps to appear "night pipesqueak" he murmured sleepily "goodnight katsu" I whispered and started to dose off myself

The next morning

I woke up facing katsuki with his arms around me and one of my legs on his I was to scared to move because that could wake him up and he's not a morning person

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I placed katsuki's food next to his bed as he snored away "katsuki" I said and gave him a slight nudge but nothing "katsuki" I said louder but only got a 'fuck off' in response I got up onto his bed and jumped on him "katsuki bakugo get the fuck up" I yelled in his face but yelled and he flipped us over with him hovering over me glaring done at me "no" he muttered and dropped down on top of me "katsuki we have to get up" I laughed "5 more minutes".

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I stared at his face this is the most I've seen him calm and no scars or blood stains on his face he was honestly pretty handsome "I can feel you staring" I froze as he opened his eyes staring back into mine "sorry" I said but i still kept staring as he stared at me "we should get moving" I whispered "nah few more minutes" he said closing his eyes again "well at least let me get up" I muttered squeezing and squirming but he wouldn't budge "katsu" I whined "fine" he muttered and let go turning over and dosed off again I got up and stretched out my limbs before pouring water over the fire and saddling up the horses again and preparing some food for the road "ok no-" I turned to wake up katsuki but I ran into his chest "I'm up" he said tiredly and stretched out I turned away and hoped onto my horse fixing my legs bandages "come on we don't have all day" I said smiling as he got onto his horse and I passed him food before we started continuing our journey "so how is it at the castle" I sang I was starting to get excited for the arrival "it's like the camp except with my old hags annoying ass there" he chuckled.

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I marveled as he hopped our horses infront of the bakugo castle it was magnificent "katsuki my boy" a loud voice rang out and I immediately bowed as the queen came before us and the king beside her "and who is this" she murmured as I rose "this is yn she was a slave who now is accompaning me" he said "and she's the only on" she said surprised peering around us expecting a whole parade "yes she's the only one" he muttered his eyes twitching "well young lady I am expecting grand babies within the year" she sung before disappearing into the castle leaving me shocked "she doesn't mean that dear and welcome to the family" his dad smiled before going to find his wife I turned to katsuki who was blushing as bright as a rose "wha-what" I stuttered "don't listen to the hag" he murmured and took my hand pulling me into the castle and up the stairs "where are we going" I asked "to my room where nothing of these extras disturb me" he said and pulled me into a room and shut the door "wow" his room was huge with its own connecting bathroom and balcony his bed was in the middle "I can get used to this" I smiled and jumped onto his bed it was more comfortable then the one at the campsite "what are you doing" he said as he came and stood at the beds side "I like this bed you can get a new one" I laughed "no way" he chuckled and layed on top of me "why do you like this" I giggled "because it means you can't leave me" he murmured "katsuki what does your mom mean about grand children" I asked looking at through the corner of my eye "yn" he said as he sat up letting me turn to see him "I was sent out to look for wifes to bear my children" I was getting more confused at the moment "I choose you because you were the only one to interest me" he murmured and pulled me to him "katsu" I said "I know I should've told you but I didn’t want to screw this up" he whispered staring at me I didn't know what to do but just kiss him our lips just crashed together as he pushed me down onto the bed "I feel the same katsuki" I murmured against his lips as his hands started to wonder over my body pulling off all my clothes "fuck katsuki" I moaned as his lips traveled to my neck then down to my breast giving them a light bite before moving down to my pussy "katsuki" my hands went straight to his hair pushing him into me as I grinded into him he was working miracles of his tongue "fuck I'm gonna cum" I whined cumming into his mouth "wow you taste fucking delicious baby" he growled and he sat up and started to pull off his clothes and getting back on top of me "I only want you to carry my children" he said before kissing me again and pushed his cock into me and started to push in and out "fuck katsuki" I whined wrapping my arms around his neck and scratched as he hit that one spot "does that feel good baby" he smirked and started to hit that spot everytime "shit baby your clenching" he groaned as he started going harder and faster "fuck I want to see you swell with my seed" he growled into my ear causing me to shiver and shudder "fuck I'm gonna cum" I cried as I ran my nails down his back "me too" he groaned thrusting one final time before shooting his seed inside me, we layed down with him still inside me "I fucking love you" he panted and kissed me "and our little growing family" he smiled as we dosed off.

Thee End.

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Wrong Order

Nora was excited. No, she was more than excited! She was so excited that the word excited seemed boring to her. She needed to make up a new word to even begin to describe her excitement!

Yup, she was feeling extradupladumple today because her new glitter grenades were coming in! Custom ordered straight from Atlas itself! Atlas always made the best stuff!

She skipped to her locker in the mail room and found the pink slip inside, waiting for her to collect and use it! She practically jumped at the mail clerk, holding out her ticket. He mumbled something, then retreated to the back to retrieve her goods.

As she waited, she looked at the different posters on the wall. Mostly boring stuff were put up, like "Don't mail bombs!" and "Grimm are not an acceptable carrier!" and other warnings that they were required to put up after Nora had her brilliant ideas. One poster read, "Verify your package before you open!" Wouldn't that be crazy, getting someone else's grenades by mistake?

The clerk returned with her order in hands, and had her sign a waiver, explaining this was dangerous material, and that the mail service was not liable to lawsuit for any injury made by Nora. Specifically Nora.

Nora then took her package and skipped away with glee. Her mind, heart, and soul were brimming with extradupladumplement at her new sparkly weapons of glittery, shiny destruction.

"I'm back~!" Nora sang, her door sliding open to her dorm. "And I got my grenades~!"

"Then why would you bring them here?" Jaune, her team leader, asked with concern.

"Because I wanted to show you guys my fun new toys before I tested them out!"

"They're weapons, Nora, not toys" Ren, her partner, pointed out, "and if you wanted us to see them, you have invited us to the training room."

"Yeah, but you guys always have something going on." Nora pried open the crate. "Either your crushes come by, or your super diet drink is culturing, or your crush wants to make plans for later tonight..."

"What?" Jaune raised his brow.

"What?" Ren joined.

"What?!" Pyrrha, her fellow lady member, almost shrieked at her words. As if it wasn't obvious what she was talking about.

"There! Come to Mama!" Nora pulled out a grenade and... was disappointed by how bland it looked. It was pink, sure, but it didn't sparkle and shine like the ad showed. The only fun thing about it was how it looked more like one of those spiked fruits. This was not extradupladumple. It wasn't even exciting.

"Everything okay, Nora?" Jaune asked.

"I think I got ripped off." Nora groused. "I spent good lien on Atlas grenades, and this is what I get? It looks nothing like the ad!"

"What ad?" Ren asked.

"Here, I'll show you." Nora tossed the grenade behind her as she reached for her scroll. Screams of distress filled the room as Nora began searching on her scroll. "I found it!" Nora turned to show off her find, but was surprised by what she saw.

Standing in front of the door was a thick cloud of pink smoke. As it fell, a complete stranger stood inside the room. Noticably, Jaune was missing, and he was right where their leader was standing before. He looked older, much too old to be a student, with thick, dirty blond hair, tied back in a really short ponytail. His muscular chin was covered in thick stubble, framing his familiar nose and tired, bagged eyes.

"Oh, it's you guys again." The stranger said, giving a soft smile. He made his way through the room, walking as if lost in a daze. He sat on a bed, and the frame creaked under his weight, likely due to the heavy, scratched armor he wore. "This place feels so unreal, just like all of you. I think I might start crying."

"Uh, excuse me, sir." Pyrrha cautiously stepped forward. "Um, who are you?"

"Oh, right." The man cleared his throat into his fist, worn gloves faded by time in the sun. "My name is Jaune Arc, short, sweet, and it rolled of the tongue. The ladies used to love it."

"Nora," Ren asked, "what was in these grenades?"

"So, uh, I think I know what happened." Nora answered. "I think I got the wrong package."

"Oh, Nora." Ren rubbed his eyes.

"It's not my fault!" Nora defended. "I thought Giannini was a company it came from, not the person it was supposed to go to!"

#rwby #wrong order #nora valkyrie #lie ren #pyrrha nikos #jaune arc #katekyo hitman reborn #khr

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The Man from Black Water, Chapter 16

A/N Alright, we’re moving into the home stretch, but first, someone really needs to give Murtagh a bath. Plus, Hamlet needs to be found. Whoever is up to the task? Previous chapters are available on my AO3 page.

“It isna bad, a goistidh. A far cry from the gutrot ye usually make.”

Jamie and Murtagh sat in the shelter of the older man’s wagon, three booted legs extended towards a blazing fire. Nearby, the River Ericht burbled ceaselessly. The night was cold enough to see one’s breath, but the peaty whisky Murtagh poured into their tin cups more than compensated.

“Do ye still have the bottles I gave ye?” Murtagh inquired.

“Aye. I havena had the chance tae see about selling them.”

Murtagh rose stiffly and hopped to the cart, sliding out a wooden crate that clanked as he made his way back to the fire.

“Take them wi’ ye tae Dundee,” he advised, pushing the crate of bottles against Jamie’s thigh. “They willna be enough fer the lass’ dowry, but t’will give ye a good beginning.”

“Now hold on…” Jamie began to protest, knowing his godfather lived on next to nothing and had worked most of his life to produce this first batch of decent whisky. Murtagh held up a hand to forestall Jamie’s protests.

“Yer father and I built tha’ still t’gether. Twas he that brought the copper pot o’er the pass from Braemar. As his only heir, that makes ye a full partner.”

Jamie shook his head, moved once again by his godfather’s practical but heartfelt generosity. He knew from experience that there was no point in further protest, so he simply took another drink, enjoying the smoky burn in the back of his throat. It really was quite tolerable stuff.

“Ye reckon there’s enough profit tae split twa ways?” he teased, leaning over the crate and counting nine bottles of various sizes.

“Better drink up,” the old man advised. “Could be all yet get from the partnership.”

The next morning the two men rolled into Dundee, having decided to sell the whisky together so Murtagh could stock up on provisions before the winter. Instead of steering the cart towards the nearest tavern, Jamie guided them instead to a filthy alley that smelled of piss.

“What are ye up tae, lad? We need tae sell this liquor afore the law gets wind o’ what we’re about and locks us both up.”

Jamie asked for five minutes of forebearance, dismounted Donas and trotted away. Not three minutes later he was back with second wooden crate, this one full of clean glass containers, identical and empty.

“Are ye daft, boy?” Murtagh lamented. “We already had jars an’ now ye’ve gone and spent profits we dinna have…”

Murtagh broke off as he watched Jamie carefully decant the whisky into the new bottles. Because of their uniform size, they now had twelve bottles, not nine. The old man grunted in acknowledgement. Not quite done with surprising his godfather, Jamie then brandished a pen. Lips pursed in concentration, his bold cursive soon adorned the plain label on each bottle. Murtagh picked up the nearest bottle and examined it. Watching his godfather out of the corner of his eye, Jamie saw his face go slack.

Sassenach Whisky

Glen Isla, Perthshire

1885

The dual meaning of the name had come to Jamie the previous night as they sat in quiet companionship beneath the stars. A Sassenach woman had inspired Murtagh’s foray into spirit making. God willing, her Sassenach daughter would benefit from the result.

“Now we dinna have tae hide from the excisemen,” Jamie said once he had returned the pen to the owner of the mercantile store. “An’ we can charge more fer each bottle.”

“We may make a whisky smuggler o’ ye yet, lad,” Murtagh said with pride.

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The following night the two men once again sat at their camp by the Ericht, considerably cleaner and well-fed. The whisky enterprise had netted them five pounds each, more money than Jamie made in a month as a labourer. He’d insisted they spend one night in a hotel, where Murtagh had been introduced to the unaccounted joy of indoor plumbing with heated water. Jamie had been concerned he might have to forcibly remove the old man from the tub, so intense was his delight. With a trimmed beard and freshly laundered clothes, he was barely recognizable.

“Ye’ll be awright?” he asked for the third time, concerned for his godfather’s welfare all alone during a Highland winter. Normally Henry or Jamie would look in on him every few weeks, always disguising their purpose with a semi-plausible excuse of needing the old man’s advice or some implement from his assortment of tools.

“I’ve been lookin’ after myself since afore ye were in nappies, lad. Dinna fash,” Murtagh repeated his standard answer.

Jamie opened his mouth to retort, but a snapping branch sent him to his feet, eyes peering into the darkness.

“Dinna listen tae him, lad,” the darkness spoke. “He loves it when folk fuss o’er him. Fair glories in it.”

The lean form of Hugh Munro stepped out from between the trees, his features menacing as they caught the firelight and at odds with his hearty laugh.

“Thought I would find ye here,” he spoke as he shook Jamie’s hand. “Lookin’ up at yon mountains.”

“The only hame I’ll e’er ken,” Jamie confirmed, feeling the twist of homesickness in his gut. If it weren’t for Claire and his promise to make Lallybroch suitable for her, he’d be up in the vales and glens already.

“Shouldna ye be leagues from here, Munro?” Murtagh groused as he slid over to make room next to the fire. “There’s no cattle here for ye tae drove.”

“I’m headin’ back tae Netherton,” the wayfarer confirmed. Jamie leaned forward, suddenly much more interested in what the man had to say. “An’ tis no’ cattle I’ll be searching fer, but a horse.”

“What?” the two other men spoke as one. Hugh explained that Beauchamp’s prized colt had been set free, and now a call had gone out across the county for men willing to ride out and recover him.

“I reckoned ye might want tae join us,” he directed at Jamie.

The young Scot scoffed. “I’m no’ sucker fer punishment.”

“Tis a shame,” Munro said philosophically. “Beauchamp is sayin’ twas ye that set the horse free.”

“What!” Murtagh exclaimed.

“Me? An’ ye expect me tae come tae his aid? Tis askin’ too much o’ a man.”

Murtagh and Munro exchanged a significant look over the young man’s copper curls.

“Man, ye say?” Murtagh questioned.

“Tis what my faither raised me tae be,” Jamie replied petulantly.

“They say ye’re good wi’ a horse,” Munro interjected. “What do ye do when one bucks ye off.”

“Ye dinna let it get the better o’ ye,” Jamie retorted with no little heat. “Ye get right back on.”

Hugh Munro nodded sagely. Jamie sighed, realizing he’d been beaten by his own words.

“Beauchamp willna want me anywhere near his… property,” he voiced one last feeble objection, not happy with the prospect of seeing Claire again before he had made good on his promise.

“Let me worry about that, lad,” Munro reassured him.

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The Netherton stableyard was abuzz with the bodies of several dozen men and their horses, all milling about and speaking in raised voices. Into the centre of the crowd rode Henry Beauchamp.

“Gentlemen, I thank you for answering my summons. As you know, my two-year old colt, Hamlet out of Masquerade, was nefariously freed the night before last. Tracks show him fleeing into the hills. Now, I’ve sent out scouts who will signal at the first sign…”

Henry tapered off as Hugh Munro cantered up.

“Munro, thank you for coming.” The Highlander acknowledged the Englishman with a nod, but Henry Beauchamp’s attention was drawn by another figure approaching on horseback.

“What the devil is that outlaw doing here. Come to inspect his handiwork, I suppose,” Henry muttered. “Dougal! I want that man off my property!”

Before the foreman could dispatch his orders, Hugh Munro spoke up.

“If he had done it, he wouldna be here.”

“You don’t really believe that…”

“I asked him along.”

“You did what?” the landlord asked in shock.

“I want him along,” Munro insisted.

Henry Beauchamp shook his head in disbelief. “Have it your way, Munro. He’ll dig his own grave.”

Without wasting any more time, the Englishman rose up on his stirrups and shouted to the crowd.

“There will be a reward, to be distributed amongst you as you see fit, once the colt has been recovered. One hundred pounds!”

A roar went up from the assembled riders. They turned as one and rushed to be the first down the narrow lane.

Jamie held Donas back, knowing there was no point in exhausting him this early in the chase. A slight figure in a simple daydress made her way across the yard to where they stood.

“You’ll be careful?” Claire asked, one hand resting on his knee.

“Aye, Sassenach. Dinna fash. I ken my way around the Highlands blindfolded,” he reassured her with a smile.

“It’s not the Highlands I’m worried about. Dougal and his crew would do anything my father asked, without question.”

Jamie realized she had a point, but he felt confident in his ability to avoid sabotage. He glanced towards the road, where the cloud of dust kicked up by so many horses was moving steadily away.

“Here,” Claire urged. “Take these.” Into his outstretched palm, she dropped three sugar cubes.

“Rollo, guard yer mistress,” he commanded his dog, and with a cheeky smile he cantered down the lane.

#my writing #outlander #fanfiction

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justanothereddiemunsonslut · 2 years

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A Table In The Woods

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Masterlist)

Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: You and Eddie Munson, your new found friend and science assignment partner, get started on your project for Ms O’Donnell’s class. While both of you know that your strengths lie with academia, you never knew just how skilled Eddie was on guitar. (cute slow burn in progress)

Note: hey so this took me forever to get back to whoops. My paragraphs after the read more cuts keep disappearing and/or duplicating and I cannot get it to stop??? Hopefully all the paragraphs are there when you read it, if they’re doubled sorry, would rather them there twice then have bits missing :/

Part 3: Pretty Metal, Huh?

“Hello, anybody home?” You call out as you tap the door of Eddie Munson’s trailer a few times with your foot, your hands preoccupied with the crate of small plants you were carrying.

“Yeah! Just a sec!” You hear some clattering around from inside before Eddie flings the door open and bows with one arm, “welcome to my humble home.” You raise your eyebrows.

…

“Thank you, thrilled to be here,” you say with a touch of sarcasm but also a smile, then you nod back towards where you’d parked, “I have other stuff to get from my car, where do you want these?”

“I shall take those,” he takes the crate from you, looks around and decides that it’s nice enough to sit out on the porch while you get organised. He carries it over to the old brown couch sitting on the small porch while you grab your bag, containing your books, pencil case and camera, out from the passenger seat. By the time you walk back over and step up onto the porch Eddie is holding up one of the plants in it’s black plastic container, surveying it carefully in the daylight.

“It’s called pothos,” you offer casually.

He scrunches up his nose at the name, “sounds kinda science-y, I guess.”

You try to hide a smile before telling him, “it’s also known as devil’s ivy.”

When you had seen the name written on the sign at the store that morning you had instantly thought of Eddie and how he might enjoy that. He smirked.

“Devil’s ivy, hey? I like it.”

“Thought you would.”

He stopped eyeing the plant and looked at you instead, tilting his head to the side, “you thought I would?”

“Well yeah, you run a club called ‘hellfire’ so I thought if you were going to like any plant one with the name ‘devil’s ivy’ would be it,” you shrugged, as if anyone would’ve thought the same upon reading the name. Eddie placed a hand over his heart

“And so you picked it just for me?” he teased.

“No,” you said with a roll of your eyes, “it was the best one for what we’re doing. The lady said it grows fast and we should definitely see some obvious change over the next couple weeks, which is exactly what we need.”

Eddie nodded fake-seriously.

“But I did think of you when I saw it.” Shit. Why did you say that, now you sound weird, he’s going to think that you’re weird, that just slipped out-

“I am honoured,” Eddie smiled as he put the plant back amongst the others in the crate. “So what do we do?”

You spent the next half hour of your Saturday afternoon setting up your experiment. You’d decided that the plants would stay at Eddie’s trailer, as much as the control freak in you wanted to keep them it made sense. “Just leave them at my place,” he had said that day at the table when you came up with the idea, “to save you lugging them over all the time, if I’m gonna be playing guitar.” When you hesitated he went on to say, “I can look after the plants, okay? You look after the science presentation side and I can handle the music stuff, so you don’t have to come over every single day.” Eventually you’d agreed, when you could go over to Eddie’s and work on it together you would but when you couldn’t Eddie would cover it, so long as you took the reigns on actually putting together the assignment aspect.

You had six plants total, which you made labels for with paper ripped from your notebook as you sat on Eddie’s porch. When you had taped the labels on each plant you lined them up along the edge of the porch and stepped down after grabbing the Polaroid camera from your bag. You crouched down to try to get level with the row of plants to get a ‘before’ photo. Just as you took the shot Eddie leapt from where he was sitting on a rickety old chair to the left and landed on his side right behind the devil’s ivy line up, propping himself up with one elbow. He stuck out his tongue and threw up both hands with the index and pinky fingers sticking up.

Click.

You burst out laughing, almost falling over backwards, “that’s gonna look great on our project board, Munson.”

Eddie laughed and rolled onto his back. You took a second photo, just in case you lost one, and put both in the small pocket of your bag. Then it was time to begin.

“I don’t think you’re ready for this,” you weren’t sure if Eddie was talking to you or the small pothos plant you held in both hands as if it were a hot cup of tea but either way you thought he was probably right. He was carrying his guitar from what you guessed was his room to where you were standing just inside the trailer door, the amp already set up next to the couch. He seemed in his element, something he never had in a classroom.

He paused getting organised to continue, “now I’m just guessing from the-“ he gestured with his free hand in a circular motion to you “-of you, that you’re not overly familiar with metal.”

You scoffed, “from the what of me?”

Eddie shrugged and looked away from you, smiling shyly, “you know, just the general-“ he waves his hand at you again, “-of you.”

You raised your eyebrows at him, “like, the all of me? Seriously?”

After leaning his beloved guitar against the couch he held up both hands in defence, “sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you, you just… don’t seem like a metal head,” now gesturing to himself.

“Don’t worry, I’m not offended,” you give a short laugh, “I’m also not a metal head so I guess you’re right.”

“Ah! See? I could tell,” Eddie grins, “from the all of you.”

“Okay then, pray tell, what does the all of me suggest I listen to?” you implored, moving to sit on the floor a few feet from the amp, wondering what your appearance told of you, with your baggy lilac tshirt tucked into your jeans.

Eddie lifted the guitar strap over his head and looked up at the ceiling in thought, “uhh let’s see, pop? No wait,” he closed his eyes and held up one finger as if to stop you interrupting, “dance-pop,” he opened his eyes wide and looked down at you.

You widened your eyes back at him, challenging him to go on. He continued, “maybe some new wave stuff, oh don’t tell me you like disco?” he screwed up his face.

“You’re the one telling the story! Do I like disco?” you questioned, amused.

Sitting down cross legged with his guitar across his lap, he slid closer in front of you, “hmm, nah. It’s a bit 70’s, isn’t it?” You laughed and Eddie smiled. “So, how right am I?”

“You’re not completely wrong, but at the same time you’re totally wrong,” he furrowed his brow at this. “Dance-pop is fun, I do like a bit of that, so you’re kind of right there. But I also love, like, rock music. And a bit of everything in between really, I like a lot of music,” you shrugged.

Eddie looked surprised, maybe even impressed, he nodded slowly as he pondered this new information, trying to piece together who you were.

“Anyway, we better get started,” you said as you placed the unassuming plant in front of the guitar amp.

You watch as Eddie strums and plucks away at his guitar for the next few minutes. He’s good at it. Hell, he’s really good at it. He plays softly, seemingly lost in the melodies. It’s mesmerising. Suddenly you wished you could play guitar, or any instrument for that matter. When it’s time for the so called ‘plant specimen #3 - metal guitar’ though, he starts to light up like a kid at Christmas. His eyes wild with excitement as he rambled about the new Metallica song he’d been practicing.

“It came out just before spring break and I spent so long learning it, my fingers actually bled! On several occasions! It’s sick. So metal, it’s insane.”

He went on about some of the intricacies and how he’d attempted to master it in just a few weeks.

There’s something fascinating about people when they talk about something they are truly passionate about, when they are engrossed in it and every word is dripping with enthusiasm. In this moment you think you could listen to Eddie talk for hours, seeing the joy written all over his face, the intensity of his eyes.

Then, he started playing.

Holy shit. Your jaw dropped. If you thought his playing was skilled before this was something else entirely. The noise filled the trailer, it reverberated in your chest. You watched intently, trying to keep up with the speed of Eddie’s fingers. It was true that you weren’t a big fan of metal music but the pure skill demonstrated before you was undeniably captivating, you couldn’t tear your eyes away.

The last striking chord echoed out. Eddie tossed his head back, ran his hands through his hair and let out a deep breath.

“Pretty metal, huh?” he grinned.

You finally managed to close your mouth that had been hanging open for the last 4 minutes.

“That… was amazing. How the hell did you learn that just over spring break?! That’s insane, Eddie!”

He waved a bashful hand at you, “psssh, stop,” but his grin widened.

“I’m serious! You are crazy talented!” you sat in disbelief, a bit stuck for words. “I don’t mean to sound surprised by the way! I knew you could play but whoa, you can play.”

“Thanks,” he tried to sound casual but you thought he was pretty proud of himself, which was nice to see.

By the end of the afternoon you had completed the first round of your experiment and left the six devil’s ivy plants on the porch outside of the trailer, up against the wall. You planned that tomorrow you would drop by after your shift at Melvald’s for day two.

At home, you sat your bag down on the floor of your room, smiling to yourself as you thought about your day. Your day with Eddie Munson, your new unlikely friend. Then, you remember. You open up the front zip of your bag, the small front compartment, and pull out two photos.

And there it is.

Eddie, in all his glory, bombing your scientific evidence shot.

This guy.

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(part 4)

#okay so it’s 2:30am and I’ve re read this like 3 times but honesty there’s probably still mistakes lol #hope you enjoyyyy thanks for reading #eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson fic #the table in the woods

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