#fondness in their hearts whenever they see each other; a little secret between them! sometimes (when gwen is queen) they make jokes about it
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anyway im obsessed with merwen’s crush era they should’ve kissed more actually 🙄
#shows#bbc merlin#merlin s1#merwen#gwen#merlin#text#tais toi lys#post 1x04 they’re a little awkward around each other but they’re still friends and then one day merlin kisses her out of the blue and they#and they both stop what they’re doing and giggle and then merlin catches her smiling mouth with his—slower this time—and deepens their kiss#and they continue doing that for a few months because they have an unspoken agreement that they DO like each other but they’re far too busy#to ever become romantically involved and then they get Separate crushes on other people and they don’t kiss anymore but there is always a#fondness in their hearts whenever they see each other; a little secret between them! sometimes (when gwen is queen) they make jokes about it#and arthur’s like ‘merlin what are you prattling on about?’ and merlin grins and kisses gwen’s hand before saying ‘oh nothing much sire.#just flirting with your wife!’ and arthur rolls his eyes while gwen giggles and kisses his cheek before she pushes him away#IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THEM AHAHAHAHAHA SOOOOOO NORMAL#*
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BEST FRIEND TXT A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Choi Soobin
A ⇴ ATTENTION
His eyes were drawn to you quite often when you were in the same room as Soobin, he couldn’t help but just look for you as he usually felt as if he was the person in the room that needed to look after you.
B ⇴ BICKER
One thing that Soobin didn’t particularly like was bickering in front of the boys as he hated that they saw him often lose to you when the two of you bickered. When you were alone though, he would be much harsher on you, relentless too as he tried his best to get the last word and win whatever you were arguing about.
C ⇴ COMFORT
He never left your side whenever you were struggling, no matter how busy he was, Soobin refused to let you be alone. He didn’t care about how late it was or how much he had on his own plate, he didn’t have the heart to leave you alone when you were having a hard time, he knew you needed company.
D ⇴ DISAGREEMENTS
Usually if the two of you disagreed enough to cause an argument there would usually be something going on elsewhere that would lead one of you to get particularly irritated. If one of you was more stressed than usual, then you’d usually take it out on the other person as you knew that as your best friend they’d be able to take whatever it was that you had to say, knowing it was the stress talking and not you.
E ⇴ EARLY YEARS
At the start of your friendship, it was very professional as you showed Soobin the ropes at his new job and introduced him to everything. However, as he got used to things and having new staff around him too, the walls that he had up soon began to break down. As things got more comfortable and he didn’t need as much help, Soobin could finally talk about other things and get to know you better.
F ⇴ FAMILY
Soobin’s family loved spending time with you as seeing how much you and Soobin got along was something that they loved to see. They loved how you bickered and teased each other, the dynamic that you had was something that they adored between the two of you, knowing that no matter how playful you could be towards one another, you still counted on one another and looked after each other too.
G ⇴ GETTING TOGETHER
As long as you could catch up when you got together, neither of you particularly minded what you were doing. Most of the time you would go out on a walk, especially in the good weather, just finding a new place to explore was more than enough for you both as long as you did it with each other.
H ⇴ HABITS
The two of you had a habit of knowing when the other was struggling, deciding to ring the other person and hearing their disgruntled voice on the other end of the line, confirming your thoughts. There was something that just lingered with Soobin whenever he had a feeling that things weren’t quite right.
I ⇴ INSIDE JOKES
Because the two of you didn’t really care what you looked like when you were around each other, you had plenty of inside jokes in return. Most of your inside jokes were things that one of you couldn’t remember, or sometimes chose to try and forget as you didn’t want to relieve the humiliation again.
J ⇴ JEALOUSY
More than anything else, Soobin is understanding of the fact that you have other friends, and so he tries his best to not get jealous and work harder to just get to know them. Although he’s definitely not fond of every single friend that you had, he tried his best with most of them, as long as they tried with him too. Luckily for most of them, they knew Soobin was your best friend, so he never had to worry about that.
K ⇴ KICKS
Soobin got a kick out of surprising you, he loved to treat you, especially when you were least expecting it. Things like showing up with some of your favourite snacks, or a coffee for you were the little things that he loved to do for you as he knew that even that would be enough to put a smile on your face.
L ⇴ LOVE
He loved having someone that he could talk to about absolutely anything in you. There were no secrets between the two of you, Soobin trusted you with anything that he had to say and knew that you would never tell anyone. You admired just how much he trusted, although at times you were surprised by some of the things that Soobin told you, especially about work, you kept to your promise every time.
M ⇴ MEETING
The two of you first met when Soobin started working at Music Bank, a place where you had worked for years. On his first day he remembered being introduced to you and knowing that you seemed like a member of staff who would be there to help you out, and that was definitely what you did for Soobin too.
N ⇴ NONSENSE
Doing whatever he wanted with you was a great release for Soobin, all of the energy that built up whilst maintaining his idol image throughout the day was always released with you when he saw you that night.
O ⇴ OBSESSION
Soobin was obsessed with your enthusiasm and how you were always there to pick him up and cheer him on. You had a positive spin to put on just about everything which helped to keep him motivated.
P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS
The moments that meant the most to him when with you were actually the ones when you just did nothing together. He loved the chance to laze that came with spending time with you, especially the feeling of just being human, without having to worry about where he was or what he was doing like he did when he was an idol.
Q ⇴ QUESTIONS
He relied on you quite a lot for advice, Soobin didn’t like confiding in most people, but when he needed a little push in the right direction, he could pretty much always count on you to try and guide him.
R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS
On his last day at Music Bank, Soobin showed you a box that he had kept filling up during his time there. Inside were many things that you had given him, cue cards, outfits, and even notes of good luck, Soobin kept it all as each interaction gave him a new best friend to be able to walk away from the job with.
S ⇴ SUPPORT
He was used to having your support when he worked at Music Bank, so when that disappeared, Soobin missed it greatly. Although he still had the support of the boys whilst working with the group, it didn’t compare to the support that you gave him every week when you stood in the wings and watched him MC.
T ⇴ TRIPS
Most of the time when he was taking a trip to see his family, you’d be by his side. They invited you to just about everything that they organised and treated you just like an extended member of the Choi family.
U ⇴ ULTIMATE
He couldn’t quite believe just how lucky he was to get to call you his best friend most of the time, Soobin never took you for granted.
V ⇴ VISITS
If there was a bit of time in his schedule, he would often visit you. Even though he didn’t work with you anymore, he still loved to go back and see some familiar faces, none more than yours and watch you busy at work.
W ⇴ WISDOM
Having learnt a lot as the leader of the group, Soobin tried his best to pass as much of that advice onto you when you needed it too.
X ⇴ XXXX
One of the things that Soobin often liked to do was wind you up by reminding you of your height difference together. He’d often rest against the top of your head to make you feel small beside him an annoy you.
Y ⇴ YOU
You were his constant, whenever Soobin needed you it was a guarantee that you’d be there.
Z ⇴ ZZZ
Quite often Soobin liked to escape to your apartment for a while when the two of you were hanging out. As much as he loved the dorm, your home was a bit of peace for him and definitely a place to get away from work too.
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Masterlist
#txt#txt imagine#soobin#soobin imagine#choi soobin#choi soobin imagine#txt reaction#txt scenario#txt soobin#txt headcanon#txt drabble#txt one shot#txt fluff#soobin scenario#soobin reaction#soobin drabble#soobin one shot#soobin fluff#tomorrow x together#tomorrow x together imagine#tomorrow x together soobin#kpop#kpop imagine
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WIP Whenever
I was tagged by @dreamskug. Thank you.
The Elephant in the Room
Yes, I am currently on hiatus. I have too much on my plate at the moment and I'm dealing with many personal issues, related to work, mostly. I will likely return, or I might break my hiatus with a monthly update, just so people know I'm still kicking around.
Queen of the Sky - God Save the King!
I recently received these artworks of some characters from my upcoming novel, Queen of the Sky.
From left to right:
Chancellor Elizabeth Caldwell, Federal Chancellor of Atlantia
HM King Philip IV of Borelia
HM Queen Eleanor of Borelia
All three of these characters were drawn by the lovely https://twitter.com/AdonaSmith on the bird website.
These characters will be subject to the first Federal Atlantean Secret Intelligence Service (FASIS) briefings, which will come out in the near future.
Freerunners - A Family Among the Stars
An aspect of my original Freerunners science fiction universe I've grown particularly fond of aren't the governments, but the groups of people 'just trying to survive.' It is the tagline of the Freerunners universe after all, it's a post-cyberpunk future where humanity gave up on their interstellar dreams and did geopolitics in space instead.
I've done a lot of updates to the worldbuilding. See below the cut
Freerunners
For some, Freerunners are trouble, for others they’re saviours, and for the powers that be, they’re a wild card. Explorers, smugglers, bounty hunters and mercs with a heart of gold alike can call themselves Freerunners. They operate outside the bounds of the Colonial Powers, either pushing the limits of human knowledge and engaging in scientific endeavour, scouting, and surveying new lands for potential colonisation, pursuing interstellar criminals or in some cases, doing the dirty work for some corp or interstellar criminal. It all depends on the profession of a Freerunner, and how moral (or immoral) they are.
Freerunners are tolerated by some Colonial Powers but are also sometimes the targets of these same powers, especially if they engage in illegal activities like smuggling or mercenary work for the wrong customer. Corporations sometimes use them to move things around beneath the notice of those who would use these things to damage their reputations, or they might be hunting them as threats to the bottom line.
Freerunners are often found in the frontier. They often aid in defending colonists and spacers, far from the protective umbrella of the colonial powers’ navies or space forces from Star Rakers and other threats.
Spacers
Spacers are without a doubt the new spaceborne working class of the Earth Colonies. They are the miners, space station crews, maintenance workers, cargo ship crews, zero-g workers and do all the dangerous jobs ‘gravlegs’ either ignore or take for granted. Spacers work thankless jobs, often for low pay, with harsh conditions and often, overbearing corporate control, or a government that either endorses their predicament, or is too spineless to stop it. Spacers often group themselves into Unions or Guilds, and have developed unique dialects, slang and cultural traditions.
Often, Spacers and Star Nomads have shared dialects and slang from osmosis, as the two spacefaring groups often work alongside or with each other. Conditions for spacers vary wildly between the Colonial Powers. For spacers working in the Aurigan Commonwealth, they enjoy strong worker protections and extensive government oversight of their corporate masters, as well as strong unions. In places like the Confederation of Free Settlements, a nation that is well known for its Corp Worlds, Spacers often resort to militant activity to express their frustration, such as sabotage or strikes.
Not all Spacers live under the yoke of the corporations, or even in the Earth Colonies. Some live in the Frontier, which is often beyond the control of the Colonial Powers, and so remote that the corporations have little financial incentive to expand that way. Here, Spacers are at the peak of their liberation and power, with organisations like the Frontier Spacers’ Union being well-known for managing the myriad space stations in the Frontier with strong workplace democracy and unionisation efforts.
Star Nomads
Star Nomad, sometimes known as ‘Starmad(s)’, is a generic term referring to people who are born and live in space. They move in huge convoys, reminiscent of Battlestar Galactica, between stars, making a living by moving freight, or working for mining corps, or in some cases, by illegal means such as smuggling, piracy or mercenary work. Star Nomads are self-reliant, technically minded, and ingenious. Star Nomads have, what they like to call ‘smek’ (a corruption of the Russian-language word ‘smekalka’, meaning ‘savvy’), a unique talent for improvisation, self-reliance and ingenuity that only being born into the Starmad lifestyle can grant.
Starmads are loyal to their crew and their convoy. Crews function as a kind of family but are also analogous to a province within a nation. A convoy is basically a mobile country. Each convoy has a unique name, colours, culture, and heritage. Their ships are as diverse as the stars themselves, often smekked together due to their age, or because of a lack of repair facilities.
Some wealthier Starmad convoys own space stations along popular jump routes, acting like deep space truck stops. These stations are deep space fuel depots, rest stops, repair docks and trading posts, and only make their parent convoy wealthier. Starmads who run these stations are known as ‘shashies’ and, depending on the culture of the convoy, treated with anything from kinship to derision.
For some, Starmads are little more than organised Star Rakers. There is, however, a significant difference between Starmads and Rakers. The average Starmad is a law-abiding citizen who is trying to work to feed their families, their crews, and their convoys. As a group, they rarely resort to violent action, and they rarely commit crimes. However, their nomadic nature leads them to being treated with disdain by most of the colonies.
Star Rakers
Space pirates, shipjackers, raiders, scavengers and ne’er-do-wells of every sort, Star Rakers, or simply ‘Rakers’, are the unsavoury underbelly of deep space. The scourge of the Earth Colonies, Star Rakers are widely derided due to their reputation for wanton rape, pillage, and murder, like a bunch of Dark Age marauders.
Star Rakers are about the only thing the colonial powers agree on, and that is that Rakers are ‘hostis humani generis’ (literally: enemies of mankind) and are liable to be shot on sight without repercussions. Many Rakers are former Star Nomads, exiled from their convoys for heinous acts that aren’t worthy of an immediate bullet to the head, or simply managed to evade justice.
Star Rakers are a loose and diverse group, some see themselves as gentlemen pirates following Cruiser Rules, but in space. Others are dyed in the wool psychopaths who fight for the pleasure of killing, and others turn to this life as a result of the material conditions and economic realities that motivate Star Rakers, particularly the piratic, shipjacking and scavenging sorts.
Final thoughts
My monthly updates will be a combination of Cyberpunk VP, the monthly Airfleet Universe update, and a look into Freerunners.
My longer term wish list is to go back to regular posting. At this stage, there are no firm plans.
I'd like to tag @streetkid-named-desire @medtech-mara @luvwich. No pressure to participate, of course.
Thanks everyone.
#blog update#durian's thoughts#durian writes original fiction#airfleet universe#airfleet: queen of the sky#freerunners universe#wip whenever
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Cuddle Time w/ the OM Cast
Baby Simeon woke me up from my slumber. That card is fucking adorable, I want it.
Lucifer
The fact Lucifer doesn't immediately throw them off whenever they try to snuggle should be proof enough of his love.
Cuddling is mostly done in the privacy of his bedroom. Occasionally he'll allow it in his office, but only if he's not busy.
He prefers to do it on one of the many chairs or cushions he has by the fire. Between the warmth of their body and the heat of the fireplace, he'll relax into it in seconds…
His favorite position is face-to-face with them on his lap - it's a way for him to "hand over" control while still feeling perfectly in charge. Sure, they can trace his jaw or fluff his hair as much as they like, but it's his arms holding them in place.
Gets beyond grouchy if they get interrupted... First, it's embarrassing, but second, who even has the right? If he gets pulled away for anything less than a house fire, someone (usually Mammon) is getting tied up to the chandelier...
Mammon
Jumps at cuddle time, but always tries to play it off afterwards like an indecisive puppy.
Like Lucifer, he prefers his bedroom or theirs, but he'll do it in the Common Room too if he really needs a "pick-me-up." It's just that they usually get interrupted in there, so…
Likes to cuddle in bed or on couches, any place that's long enough to let him stretch out a bit. He wants to monopolize as much MC as he can.
Favorite position is laying on them so that his head is on their stomach or chest, kind of like a blanket. Like I said, the MC Surface Area to Mammon ratio is very important to him. More than half of MC must be cuddled for supreme satisfaction.
Whines like crazy if they get interrupted (and they usually do). Nearly every brother has an automatic gut reaction to toss him across the room if they see it happening, but that never stops him trying.
Leviathan
Levi had to warm to cuddling but after that he was all-in for life.
Really only does it in his room (duh). He gets so nervous about trying it anywhere else that you'd think it was scandalous or something...
Actually prefers to cuddle on the floor - on beanbags or pillows of course. It's not terribly comfortable to cuddle and play games together in his bedtub and he needs the multitasking.
Favorite position (scratch that, the only position) is with their back to him and his arms around them in some way, probably also gripping a controller (or vice versa). They can do it laying down or sitting up, but that's what he can muster. His brain stops functioning if they ever try to face each other...
Not above vague thoughts of homicide if they get interrupted. He already doesn't like letting go, so add on the depletion of his all important "MC Meter" and he's going to be very grumpy indeed…
Satan
Cuddles a bit like a semi-social cat. Less big on full-on snuggling, but he still requires physical contact.
Much more relaxed about the PDA than the others, but his affection style is more casual looking as well. He'll cuddle right about anywhere, but mostly whenever he's reading.
Couches or loveseats are easiest. Chairs are less so, but manageable as long as they can sit close to each other.
Favorite position is to have them sit next to him with their legs over his lap. He only needs one hand to read so the other usually roams around mindlessly while he's engrossed in a book. He may rub their thighs, hold their hand, or play with their hair.
Hates being interrupted with a burning passion. The death glare he'll send to anyone stupid enough to try could curdle milk… Give Satan his MC time if you know what's good for you.
Asmodeus
Needs cuddle time like he needs air, but would you expect any less from the embodiment of Lust?
Down to cuddle anytime, anywhere - zero shame and no hint of hesitation. Sometimes he'll come over and latch into them in the middle of someone else's conversation...
Fond of using beds but he's also mastered cuddling in the tub, his bathroom is certainly built for it. Nothing beats a nice hot bath with his nice warm MC! 😘
Favorite position is really any of them. He's hardly going to be picky - though if given the choice, he'll pull them to the nearest bed and wrap himself around them so tight that they may get stuck together.
Whines louder than Mammon if they ever get interrupted and pelt the intruder with pillows or shoes to make them go away (it rarely works though…).
Beelzebub
Always happy to cuddle with MC!... as long as they don't mind his stomach growling from time to time.
Prefers to cuddle after he's downed some big feast. When the food coma is setting in, it's really nice to hold MC for a while… They make him feel full for at least five extra minutes!
He tries to incorporate MC into his training sometimes so his favorite position is to have them latched onto him like a kola while he goes about the House. If their arms or legs get tired, he'll carry them over to a couch and just continue from there.
If he's got to be still, then he prefers to cuddle in a bed, ideally one where Belphie is. Nothing warms his heart more than having the both of them clung into him in some way, it's very therapeutic. 😊
Not AS bothered when they get interrupted… If anything he's just disappointed. He was probably having fun, but they'll come back, right...?
Belphegor
Look, all time is "Cuddle Time" and any other activity is just a distraction. If Belphie could hot glue the MC to his body, he would.
Being cuddled to sleep is a MUST. He thrives on their proximity and the sound of their heartbeat is the world's best lullaby.
Unfortunately, he doesn't even need to be particularly comfortable to get cuddling in… He has been known to just collapse onto their lap if he's tired enough, all else be damned.
His favorite position is any way that lets them be his pillow. Any particular soft parts of the body like the stomach are fair game. He'll use their thighs like a neck pillow if he wants to (and hope that they don't try choking him out of revenge...).
There's really no interrupting Belphie. If someone needs MC, he'll latch onto their legs so they either stay put or bring him too. The others have to use magic or spatulas just to pry him off...
Diavolo
Big on cuddle time. HUGE on cuddle time! This man has hardly ever been touched, so this is a dream come true!!
Look, he's the king so he'll cuddle them wherever he damn well pleases! (That's a lie, Barbatos won't let him do it during work hours… Otherwise it's fine.)
He's very enthusiastic but uh… kind of inexperienced so a lot of things (like convenient location) don't occur to him right away. Like sure, they could go cuddle in a big ass bed, but he really wants to hold them RIGHT NOW so they're just going to have to do this in an empty ballroom somehow...
His favorite position is probably best described as the "Teddy Bear," where they just sit on his lap and he hugs them from behind. He'll even rest his chin on their head if he can. It looks vaguely like he's holding them hostage but they actually seem happy about it.
Unless your name is Barbatos or Lucifer, you do not interrupt them. As far as he knows, there's still a snake in the dungeons and you don't want to be the person he sends to check…
Barbatos
A spot of quiet intimacy is quite rare for him… but never unwelcome.
Assuming Barbs even finds the time in his schedule to sit still for a while, he will almost always opt to do so when utterly alone (sometimes even in deserted timelines). It's very embarrassing to be caught procrastinating at work...
Ever the pleaser, he'll claim that he has no real preferences but if he were being honest it's when they're curling up together on a cushion or loveseat. It's comfortable, but still allows for some proper conversion.
Unlike others, no matter what position they take he'll always want to be face-to-face. When he gets to be with them so rarely, why would he ever want to see their back turned…?
NO ONE interrupts them. No one. Short of Diavolo needing him desperately, if someone sees the two of them together they will turn around. Even an irritated Barbatos is scary, an angry one is terrifying…
Simeon
Oh man… This is the height of intimacy for an angel. Cuddling with Simeon is just as sweet and relaxing as it sounds - it's an almost photogenic level of serenity, fit for the brushes of Renaissance painters trying to define what divine love is...
Naturally, because it's such an intimate act Simeon will only do so in absolute privacy. He doesn't even want Luke to see, it's just that personal...
Part of why he's so guarded is because it's one of the rare times he'll let his wings be free. They're very delicate, so he has to sit on stools, logs, or other backless seats to even let them out but it's worth it.
His favorite position is to have the MC sit across his lap while he holds them as close as possible. He'll beat his wings for a nice breeze on hot days or fold them in to shelter the MC from cold ones. No matter what, their movement is so glimmering and graceful that they're practically mesmerizing…
To him getting interrupted is legitimately so mortifying you'd think he got caught streaking. Even the brothers - sans Satan - will avert their eyes if they find them like that… while still telling him to back off but at least they're considerate about it.
Solomon
Solomon's softest moments come when he's cuddling MC… but he's still a little mischievous no matter what.
They pretty much have to do it in secret because if any of the brothers see them, they'll throw a fit… So snuggling in cramped storage closets or "so-high-up-in-the-air-no-one-can-stop-us" it is!
But when he wants to poke buttons, Solomon will magic them onto his lap dead-ass in the middle of RAD, like, two minutes before a class starts just to watch the world burn…
If he had a favorite position, it's sitting wrapped up together in his cape. It feels intimate, warm, and the starry-sky pattern makes him feel like there's nothing in the universe but them…
Interruptions are frequent - thank the PDA police - but only in the Devildom. In the human world, though? They're all his and he soaks up every minute of it... Sorry fellas. 😏
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nsfw alphabet - leo valdez
paring: leo valdez x fem!reader
warnings: smut, very smutty, this is the smuttiest thing I have ever written
notes: here are mine and some of @chasingpj's horny thoughts about leo. he is aged up in this scenario. enjoy :)
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
honestly, leo needs a minute to compose himself. he's still very much in awe and afterwards, leo gets very cuddly. he pulls you into his arms and holds you until both of you catch your breaths. he cracks a few jokes to lighten the mood and carries you to the kitchen, where he makes both of you something to eat.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
leo adores your legs. he loves being able to grip your thighs and leave kisses and hickeys on them. of course, he loves teasing you with it. he smirks every time you whine, telling him it’s not fair, please touch me. he would place another kiss on your thigh, so close to where you need him, and then pull away completely.
leo likes his own hands. they’re big, warm and skilled and he knows exactly how to please you with them.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
listen, leo is a responsible young man and wears a condom every time you have sex. he doesn’t like to get messy with it and frankly, the idea of being a zeus 2.0 scares him. however, that does mean that you guys go through a lot of condoms very fast.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
there was one time where you mindlessly called him baby, not really paying attention to the nickname, but it did things to him he couldn’t even begin to comprehend. his face got burning hot like he caught on fire (he might have) and he stopped breathing for a second. you didn’t notice how turned on he got from it and frankly, he’s too embarrassed to tell you. you often called him nicknames, but baby made his heart skip a beat.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
he’s not at all experienced, but he's very eager to learn. leo is constantly asking if you're feeling well and he’s a quick learner, so it really doesn’t take long before getting very skilful at pleasing you.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
this boy loves his missionary. being able to look at you is very important to him and he loves holding your hands. and, if he’s feeling a little more confident, he might pin them above your head.
another one is when you get on top. he’s just so in awe of you and at that moment, there is nothing he wants more than you guiding him and telling him how good he’s making you feel.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
the first few times, it’s kind of awkward. neither of you know very well what you’re doing, but as soon as you’re getting comfortable, he’s cracking jokes. he is very goofy usually and that continues in bed. you love it, honestly. sex shouldn’t always be very serious and his humor makes it very lighthearted. however, he also has moods where he’s more serious than goofy.
H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
he doesn’t pay a lot of attention to it, but he does like to keep the hair short and neat.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
getting so intimate means a lot to him, and he shows that. he tends to get very goofy, but he also loves being romantic. he’ll light some candles and put on some music to get you in the mood. once his hands are on you, he will not stop touching you.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
before you became his girlfriend, he masturbated a lot. he has a very high sex drive and it was the only way for him. now that you’re with him, he doesn’t do it nearly as much as he used to, but sometimes he needs it. whenever you’re not feeling like doing it, or when you’re not around, the thought of you never leaves his mind as he brings himself to his high.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
praise kink. listen, this boy is touch starved and constantly feels inferior to others. it’s his biggest weakness. hearing you tell him how good he’s making you feel and how much you love him means incredibly much to him, to the point where it turns him on in the bedroom. his eyes get wide, a flush spreads over his face and neck and his hands grip you even tighter.
“you feel so good, leo…”
“don’t stop, princesa”
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
his favorite place is the bedroom in your shared apartment. it’s safe and familiar and overall just his favorite. however, sometimes the two of you don’t make it to the bedroom and then the couch is just fine.
your first time was actually in bunker 9. it was the only place where the two of you could be alone and though it wasn’t the most convenient place, it’s a fond memory you hold.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
leo strikes me as the type of person who’s always a little horny, so you really don’t have to do much to get him going. wink at him or lean in really close while you kiss his cheek and leo is on.
however, the best way to turn him on is by whispering something in his ear and biting his earlobe. you’ve always had a soft spot for his pointy ears and while he thought that was funny, you definitely made something enjoyable out of it. this boy will start blushing like mad and before you know it, you’re making out on his bed.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
he’s not into anything you’re not into or that hurts you. sex should be pleasurable for both of you, especially since both of you get hurt a lot in battles.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
leo is very focused on your pleasure, which means that he prefers giving to receiving. of course, he loves receiving, who doesn’t? the feeling of your lips wrapped around him is something that hardly ever leaves his mind. however, giving is one of his favorite things in the entire world. he can spend hours between your legs.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
that really depends on the situation and how both of you are feeling. he usually sets a faster pace that allows him to get deeper. he has a lot of pent up energy he needs to let out, and that’s his favorite way. sometimes he gets back to your apartment, all worked up and angry because the machine was not working the way he wanted it to and it gets a little rougher that night.
in the mornings, it’s very soft and sensual. neither of you are fully awake and you’re drowning in the warmth of his arms wrapped around you when he slides into you. it’s soft sighs and gentle touches.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
leo prefers to take his time, but he’s not against quickies. sometimes it’s all you have time for or you’re too impatient. as much as he loves teasing and going slowly, a quickie often satisfies both your needs too.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
the longer the two of you are together, the more risks he’s willing to take. at the start, he was very scared that somebody might walk in on the two of you but he got more confident with time. now, he just does not care anymore and will fuck you almost everywhere. the room next to your parent’s? you know it. the bathroom in percy and annabeth’s apartment? absolutely.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
leo has a lot of stamina. he goes multiple rounds because he has a lot of energy and can last a long time. pleasuring you is his priority and so, he focuses on you for the first few rounds. he makes you come at least once before he even starts undressing himself. if it was up to him, he would make you come over and over again before paying attention to his own needs.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
even though he loves to invent new things and loves using tools, i don't think he’s very big on toys. he likes to keep it simple in the bedroom and he’s good with his hands and tongue. there’s no need for toys in his eyes. however, he would be willing to try if you would propose something.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
this boy loves to tease. he takes his time, whispering things in your ears, leaving a hickey on your neck and avoiding the places you need him most. even in public, his hand is gripping your thigh as he’s whispering in your ear how much he wants to take you back to the apartment and have his way with you. it’s a miracle your friends haven’t caught the two of you yet.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
leo is not necessarily loud, but he makes a lot of sounds. he sighs, he moans and whispers all night long and they are the most wonderful sounds you’ve heard. pull his hair, grind on him a little and he’s putty in your hands.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
hickeys are his biggest weakness. he loves receiving them, he loves giving them, but he especially loves it when you show them off. he knows it’s a little possessive, but he can’t help it. leo also has no shame showing the hickeys you gave him off.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
even though leo is a lanky kid who’s not very tall, i feel like he is thick. i would say he's the average length of about 6 inches but he’s thicker than average.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
very high. leo is always at least a little horny and down to fuck you or eat you out. all you have to do is wink at him or give him a kiss and he's ready. he could spend all day in bed with you if he wanted to (and he does).
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
leo likes to stay awake a little longer afterwards. he pulls you into his arms and the two of you end up cuddling and watching a movie while talking about how good you made each other feel. you’re usually the first one to fall asleep but if you don’t, get ready for another round.
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smut alphabet - fatgum
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
After sex, Taishiro enjoys a nice, warm bubble bath to unwind and clean up. As you relax, preferably with you resting against his stomach, he’ll run soap all over your sweaty skin then gently massage your lower back. When you’re bent over the bed, your back takes a lot of the stress with him pounding you from behind.
Following your bath, he’ll take as much skin-to-skin contact as he can get. It doesn’t matter if you’re lounging on the couch or laying in bed. He just wants to enjoy you. Feeling your body safe in his arms puts him at ease. And he’s super warm, so he’s the best to cuddle with during chilly nights.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Oh, he adores your tummy. All of it. Any surface, from your collar bones to your hips, he’ll kiss and lick and tickle and worship. Anything you consider a flaw or ugly, he commends. It’s not an exaggeration. You’re an icon. He’d kneel before you, honoring each stretch mark, revering every scar, bumps, or ‘defect,’ whispering into your skin as he kisses the whole of your stomach. If you’re ticklish, be prepared for him to blow raspberries.
On himself, he’s fond of his hands and smile. His smile attracts people. It’s big, friendly, and bright. His hands, though often used for maiming, are delicate and graceful whenever they glide over you. They’re strong, broad, heavy, and thick. Those apply to his fingers as well.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
It’s flavorful, to say the least: rather bitter with salty undertones. Most of the time, he uses condoms as he enjoys cumming inside you, but he also doesn’t want to risk pregnancy when you’re not planning for it.
It’s thick, and he loves watching it ooze out of you. Once his orgasm builds, he withdraws so only his head remains inside and pumps himself, cumming near your entrance. He’ll stroke your lower tummy, whispering how beautiful you are, singing praise after praise when you push his cum out. He’ll probably lick it up too.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He doesn’t really have a dirty secret. He’s quite open about what he likes and wants, and what he’s done. Regardless, he fantasizes watching you play and suck on a lollipop, occasionally using it to pleasure yourself, then lick your wetness off of it. But he knows that isn’t healthy. Food, as good as it is to eat, shouldn’t be going inside.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
While Tai may not be a Casanova, he knows how to pleasure someone. Oral is where his confidence lies. He can easily move your body around, sucking soft skin, dragging his tongue over wherever you need. He also has enough experience to know how much he needs to prepare you for penetrative sex. Making sure you’re stretched, lubricated, and ready is one thing he does without fail.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He isn’t picky. If he’s having fun and you’re having fun, it’s a splendid position. In doggy-style positions, he fancies the view of your hips wriggling and ass bouncing. And in missionary/right angle positions, your moaning face is a delight to see. Your legs will be held against his stomach as he’s thrusting into you, watching your breasts and mouth. He’ll occasionally open them to fondle more of you.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Despite his normal, feel-good, cheerful mood, he becomes a bit serious once in the moment. That doesn’t mean he won’t laugh, joke, or smile. Because he absolutely does! But his general feel is more acute, focusing on your body, praising your mouth and skill to hell and back.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
There’s a tuft of hair down there with a little trail leading up to his belly button. It’s a sandy blond that darkens to dirty blond around his base. He doesn’t shave: it makes him feel weirdly naked. He may trim after a while, but he typically keeps it at a manageable semi-long.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
You won’t have to ask for flowers, a candlelit dinner, and soft music. One random day, you’ll open the door to all of that and more, and your smiling boyfriend holding a present. It’s a cute, new teddy he wants you to wear. After dinner, he whisks you away to the bedroom, continuing the romance for the rest of the night.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
It happens more than Tai cares to admit. A Hero’s job isn’t easy. Masturbating works excess stress off. And he gets more adrenaline boners than others. He doesn’t know why. He’s been that way since he was a teenager. In the wake of a fight, he hurries home, jumps in the shower, and relieves himself. It’s over pretty quickly. However, if you’re home, he’s very willing to receive a blowjob. You know… if you want.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
He’s very vocal. Not in the constantly moaning way. He just talks a lot, worshiping and praising your body and everything you do. It’s natural to him. He only wants you to know how good you are at sucking him and how beautiful you look gasping at the sheets and how stunning your slightly teary eyes are each and every thrust.
Going off that, it may not be a kink per se, but it arouses him seeing your eyes water. It’s not sadistic. He’d hate to bring you genuine pain. It’s about seeing you so horny, captivated, passionate, and immersed in all the pleasure to the point you can’t contain it, so it comes out as tears, floods his heart in love and warmth. He’ll do anything to see you like that every time.
Some softer kinks are anal and toys. He enjoys exploring your body and finding fresh ways to have fun. Anal isn’t one he partakes in a lot because of his size. It’d take much more preparation, and he worries about hurting you.
Being a Daddy is another thing he enjoys. It’s not his primary interest, and he can certainly live without it. He just likes being a protector, a comforter, keeping you safe from the world as you cuddle on the couch. He’s open to having rules, punishments, and willing to explore the overall lifestyle.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Not only is Taishiro incredibly tall, but he’s also strong and heavy. He’s broken more than his fair share of furniture. And yes, some of that was because he was screwing his partner over a table, putting his entire weight behind each thrust. Considering this issue, he tends to stick to the bed, couch, and sometimes the bathtub (really just any place that he won’t break).
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
When you’re licking a popsicle, slurping the drippings, he’s interested. When you’re sucking on a lollipop, twirling your tongue around it, he’s very interested. He simply approves of you using your mouth in domestic-yet-arousing ways.
Overall, it doesn’t take much to work him up. You can just ask for sex, and he’s down. Lingerie is cute, especially if it’s a simple matching bra and panty set with some frills. It’s basic yet endearing. It also lets him appreciate your tummy.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He’s open to trying most things once. He wants to experience something before deciding his stance on it.
Sex in public is the main one. He’s a Pro Hero. Public indecency would ruin his career. And he’s a huge guy. He can’t exactly hide. So even if he wanted to, it’d be incredibly hard to fondle each other while in public.
He won’t ever put your or his health in danger. The extreme side of BDSM (blood, CBT [not the therapy], and whips) and any sort of bodily fluid/waste are off-limits. Those hold no interest to him.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Tai eats… everything. You’re no exception to his hunger. He’s a firm believer in going down on his partner. His tongue, like his fingers, is broad, thick, and heavy. Because of his size, he’s become quite proficient at giving oral to prepare others.
He starts with feather-light kisses along your thighs, getting you excited before even touching you. When you’re shaking to his liking, he removes your underwear to continue his kisses, gradually increasing in pressure. His first licks are around where you want them. Only when you’re moaning from that does he finally lick along you, pushing his tongue inside, sucking your clit in between his lips. He likes you orgasming at least once before he fingers you.
To treat him, oral cock warming is the best option. While he’s watching Tv, just plop down between his legs and keep him in your mouth, sipping on all his precum. When it’s time to move, lick under his foreskin. It causes the loudest groans.
Unlike some guys, he doesn’t like it when you gag on him. It doesn’t make him feel big. He knows he’s big. Because of that and his size, he never grabs your head. He won’t force you any lower than you choose.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He fluctuates between slow-and-hard and fast-and-flattering. Sometimes he prefers measured thrusts, taking his time pulling out, watching you stretch around him, then intensely sinking inside so hard your whole body shakes. Other times he enjoys holding your hips at the perfect angle, thrusting quick, complimenting how well you’re taking him.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Quickies don’t bother him. They happen. And he certainly won’t turn one down if you happen to get all riled up in the kitchen. Just make sure you’re someplace he won’t break.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Again, Tai will try most things at least once. And he’s game for any experimentation. If you have a new trick or toy, he’s open. But risks? He isn’t as interested. He’s a Hero. He doesn’t want to jeopardize his career for an alleyway blowjob.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
One round is his normal. He isn’t some sex god. Since he focuses so much on preparing and stretching you in the beginning, one session usually lasts a good forty to fifty minutes.
If he’s worked up over something, or it’s just a highly horny day, he can go for two rounds. That easily lasts for over an hour. You’ll definitely need some rest after that. Take three ibuprofen and relax in the bath together.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He doesn’t own any despite enjoying them. He hasn’t been in a relationship long enough to buy sex toys together. If you have any, he’d love to incorporate them. If you want any, he’ll look for some online and surprise you with the toy one day.
He’s interested in a few BDSM toys to use on you, mostly nipple clamps, furry wrist cuffs, and a paddle with little heart cut-outs so they get imprinted on your ass. Purple is his preferred color, particularly lilac or lavender. No matter your size, skin color, and scars, purple looks downright gorgeous on you. Almost too much so because it gets him riled up and thrusting gasping-bed-creaking-and-toe-curling deep.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Tai will tease you to tears. He just loves the sounds you make when you’re desperate: whining for his fingers, fussing for his mouth, begging for him to finally touch you, and, most importantly, how you cry for his dick, how you whimper when he first fills you, then your gasps from his thrusts. He can’t get enough, and he’ll do damn near anything to hear more.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
His noises are moderate in volume and perfectly handsome. His groans are deep and exciting whenever you suck him just right. Although, if talking counts, he’s on the higher end of the spectrum because his mouth just keeps on moving.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
When people are only attracted to him when he’s skinny, he feels weird. He’s not sure if it’s insecurity, uncertainty, or something else. He hardly recognizes himself when he looks in the mirror and sees a six-pack. That’s not his body. His quirk relies on fat. His body’s supposed to be fat. Those stares and giggles he receives because of his abs don’t flatter him like it may other people. He wants his partner to love his body for everything it is.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Just like the rest of him, Taishiro is big. And thick. And heavy. The corona of glans is the widest part. So much so, his foreskin has trouble retracting past it. Don’t worry. It’s not phimosis, and it doesn’t pain him in any way.
When he’s entering, his head pops inside suddenly, stretching you for his near 8-inch length. You’ll undeniably feel its weight inside you. The middle of his shaft is quite wide as well, covered in an array of veins.
Hence why foreplay is always a must. No exception. He needs to stretch you plenty and apply enough lube because it’s a lot. If it’s too painful, or you just don’t want him to push all the way inside, he understands. Halfway is more than enough for him to feel pleasure.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
It fluctuates. Most of it depends on his quirk and work. If his energy/fat is depleted, so is his sex drive. His body mainly focuses on restocking what it’s lost instead of unnecessary matters. During his good weeks, it’s fairly high, especially at the beginning of your sexual relationship. It wants to get as much of you as possible in the shortest amount of time.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
While Tai has built up plenty of endurance from his career, something about sex tires him out. It could be the drained hormones and bliss-filled afterglow. It could be the gentle and loving feeling that floods him after watching you orgasm. It could be seeing you so spent and weak that he wants to do nothing but hold and protect you. It’s probably all three. After cleaning up, he loves laying down, cuddling naked while you both drift off to sleep.
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we're okay, we're alright | lando norris
summary: When Lando Norris has a panic attack, McLaren's personal assistant, Olivia McKinnon, is there to calm him down. Even if they have to penguin walk.
word count: 2337
warnings: panic attacks
When a seventeen year old Olivia McKinnon first joined the McLaren F1 team as a personal assistant to their drivers, Fernando Alonso and Stoffel Vandoorne were in the cockpits, and she got along well with both of them. Fernando had become a bit of an uncle to the teenager, teaching her Spanish whenever she asked, and ruffling up her hair in the most inconvenient of situations. Stoffel was much like an older brother, he joked around with her, teased her endlessly, and was always quick to worry if anything happened to her - he also threatened to beat up her boyfriend when she found out he was cheating on her, but that’s beside the point.
The day the news broke that two new drivers would be filling the seats of the two men she was incredibly close to, it shocked Oli. She was finally getting used to the specifics of the older men’s orders - how they liked coffee, water, what food they liked in what moods, who they were always happy to answer calls from, and who to consistently avoid. And now she’d be having to learn it for two completely new people.
Carlos Sainz she had seen around the paddock, never spoken to nor been introduced to, however after the first few weekends of seeing her multiple times, they began exchanging smiles in passing. He seemed nice, and Oli figured she might be able to continue her Spanish lessons if they got on well enough.
Lando Norris however, Oli had a complicated relationship with. They had bumped into each other multiple times around the MTC when he was there for meetings or sim work, or during race weekends when he hung around the McLaren garage on account of him being a test and reserve driver. Zak introduced them multiple times, sure that a friendship would blossom between the two youngins quite quickly, however Lando was always quick to leave whenever Oli was near. After wondering if she had offended him, or done something wrong, she began to worry and spoke to Zak about the issue, not wanting to have tension between her and one of the men she would be working for. Zak spoke with Lando a few days later, and found out in quite a memorable conversation, exactly why Lando had such an aversion to the small brunette.
“I’m scared of her.” Lando muttered ashamedly. Zak couldn’t help but bark out a laugh, that the boy who drove fast cars was scared of a five foot two pixie of a girl who had a beaming smile and cute nose.
“How? She’s so small.” Zak chuckled, the image of Lando cowering away from a girl six inches shorter than him was one he wouldn’t forget.
“I don’t know, she’s just so scary. I feel like if she wanted to, she could say five words and I would be ruined. Completely, like she could tear me apart in a sentence. I also think she could probably take me in a fight.” Lando replied, fiddling with the bracelet on his right wrist, a nervous habit he had developed after his Mum gifted it to him. Zak merely laughed in response, a fond smile crossing his face at the young driver. He could see from the beginning the two were made for each other, Lando didn’t know it yet but it seemed he already had a very strong connection with the girl.
“Anyone could take you in a fight, Lando. Just be nice to her and I’m sure she won’t bite. Unless you ask, of course.” Zak teased, thankful for his easy going and close relationship with the eighteen year old. Lando went bright red, covering his cheeks with a nervous laugh, the serious eyes Zak was giving him pushing him to flee the room in the mess of flushed cheeks and embarrassed laughter.
I
“Oli! Have you seen Carlos or Jon?” Charlotte yelled, startling the brunette who was pouring over the weekend’s schedule. Olivia looked up, shaking her head at Charlotte who sighed in frustration.
“According to his schedule, Carlos should be in interviews for the next hour, and Jon should be floating around somewhere. Why? What’s gone on?” Oli questioned, double checking the schedule in front of her.
“I think Lando’s having a panic attack and I don’t know how to calm him down. I figured one of the boys would know.” Charlotte rushed out, causing Oli to stand up from her chair abruptly. She had dealt with many panic attacks during her high school years and knew firsthand how hard it was to ground yourself sometimes.
“Where is he?” Oli demanded, already gathering her belongings on the table while Charlotte pointed wordlessly to the drivers’ rooms. Oli set off, jogging through the McLaren hospitality, making a beeline for the Brit’s room. When she got up there, the door was partially open, and that was enough for Oli to push the door all the way open, then quickly closing it behind her to give Lando some privacy.
“Lando? It’s Olivia, Charlotte’s out looking for Jon and Carlos at the moment. She said you were having a panic attack, and I don’t know if you have them much but I wanted to try some breathing with you? You just have to follow along with what I’m doing, okay sweetheart? Big breath in through your nose, one, two, three, four. Now hold that breath in, two, three, four. And let it out through your mouth, one, two, three, four, five, six. Okay, we’re going to do it again. In, two, three, four. Hold, two, three, four. And out, two, three, four, five, six.” Oli attempted the most well known ‘calm the fuck down’ technique, something that never really worked for her but was often good for others. Lando didn’t seem to be able to hear anything she was saying, barely reacting to her presence when the door opened.
He was curled up in the corner of the small bed, his back against the wall, legs pulled tight up to his chest. His breaths were heavy and uneven, and Oli wondered how long he had been breathing like this as it most definitely wasn’t good for his oxygen consumption.
“Sweetheart, I’m going to try something different. I’m going to talk, and I want you to focus on my voice. You don’t need to listen to what I’m saying if you can’t, but just listen to the noise, alright?” Olivia tried again, slowly making her way to the bed. She sank down onto her knees in front of the bed, trying to come off as non-threatening as possible.
“You know, I really like your shoes. I usually don’t like the look of trainers, I’m more of a sneakers girl myself, but they look really nice. But we’ll have to get you some cool socks, they’ll get hidden by your pants most of the time but it’s always fun to have a bit of a secret. I’m wearing beer socks right now. They’re pretty cute, and no one can tell unless I pull my jeans up.” Oli’s ramblings didn’t seem to be doing much to help Lando either, his breathing and rocking completely undisturbed. Olivia wanted to try one more thing before she began repeating the process of different techniques.
She stood up, leaning slightly against the bed Lando was curled on and reached her hand out slowly. She aimed for his bicep, the skin to skin contact startled something in Lando and he jumped. Oli moved back immediately, scared that she had made everything worse when Lando’s hands landed on her own arms, hauling her pliant body up onto the bed and curling his body around her. His head rested next to her shoulder, his nose lightly brushing the fabric of her team shirt, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. He was still curled up quite a bit, his knees tucked close to his chest, the bony joints resting against Oli’s hips.
She heard Lando sniffle and turned to look at him immediately, a choked sob left his lips as tears trailed on a warpath down his tanned face. Oli wrapped her arms around Lando, pulling his head to rest on her upper chest, close enough to her heart that he would be able to hear it beating, whilst not completely smothering him in her boobs. Her hands began brushing through Lando’s hair, listening to the heartbreaking sounds of him sobbing so hard he was coughing.
“It’s okay sweetheart. You’re gonna be okay.” Oli whispered, her lips brushing the top of Lando’s forehead. His sobs began slowing, turning into whimpers and sniffles, then finally stopping to the rare sniffle.
“I’m sorry.” Was the first thing from the driver’s lips when he had calmed himself down. He attempted to untangle himself from his assistant, but she only held on tighter. Lando relaxed straight away, her fingers carding through his curls was so soothing that he could have fallen asleep right there.
“Do not apologise. There’s not a single thing to be sorry for, honey. Are you feeling a little better now? Your breathing is much better and your tears have stopped.” Olivia spoke, softly brushing the slowly drying tear tracks with the back of her index finger, the gentleness of her touch causing a lone tear to fall from Lando’s eye, catching on Olivia’s hand. He hadn’t been touched like this in so long, and knowing that she was only doing it because it was her job could have sent him spiralling again, but Oli caught the look swimming in his eyes.
“Hey, hey! Look at me, okay? We’re okay. We’re alright. Do you want to come with me to get you some water? Maybe a cup of tea? And we should get you a hoodie, you’re shivering like crazy, love.” Olivia was so patient with him, allowing him a few moments to process everything she was saying and speaking a little slower than she usually would. She made a move to get up, her arm outstretched reaching for a hoodie hung over the back of the couch that she presumed Lando had ripped off when he first got in the room. Just as her fingers grasped the material, Lando tightened his arms around her, his breath hitching at the lessened contact with the only thing that was holding him together at that point.
“Honey, I need to get your hoodie. You’re freezing and you’ll get sick if you don’t rug up soon. Look, we can shuffle over there together.” Oli held tight to Lando, scooching her body closer to the edge of the uncomfortable bed to reach out for the teen’s hoodie. She got it this time, letting out a breath that she had held in order to stretch her appendage further. She turned back to Lando, his orange and grey hoodie clutched tightly in her hands, his arms still wrapped in a death grip around her waist.
“Can you sit up for me? You’ll feel better once you’re warmer, and you can go right back to holding me once this is on, I promise.” Olivia assured, using her warm hands to coax Lando into a sitting position, his arms still around her, legs coming to rest on either side of her hips as she sat on her knees. His thighs were pressed tightly against hers, trying to keep as many points of contact with her as physically possible, and she would be lying if she said it wasn’t comforting.
Slowly, Oli got one arm off her waist, slipping the orange hoodie onto Lando’s arm, letting him return it to her back once it was pushed up far enough. She did the same with the other arm, pulling it over his head moments after. Once the hood was down off his head, Olivia fixed his hair, small fingers threading through his curls in an attempt to return them to their previous perfection. Lando remained in his spot, eyes trained on a spot on the floor just over Oli’s shoulder.
“How about that water, sweetheart? I don’t care if we have to penguin walk there.” Oli joked, and she saw a flicker of confusion pass over Lando’s face. She figured it would be something to explain in detail at a later date, instead choosing to spin in her spot on the table, still folded up on her knees with Lando’s legs around her.
Olivia slipped off the bed, her own hands covering Lando’s to reassure him that he could keep them around her waist, his body following hers onto his own two feet when she got too far away from him. Oli continued shuffling forward slowly, hands still holding Lando’s while he followed her small steps to the door of the room.
“Are you okay?” Olivia whispered, feeling Lando curl himself around her more, his chin coming to rest over her shoulder, his curls tickling the underside of his jaw. She felt him nod against her and took it as her queue to open the door and begin the slow adventure to the canteen in the hospitality centre. It took them about three times as long as it usually would, and garnered a lot more looks than usual, however a lot of those stares were in awe of the young couple shuffling through the building. The innocence the two possessed while both working in such a cutthroat environment was adorable, the naivety in their unwillingness to let go of each other.
Zak Brown checked his phone when it buzzed, only to be greeted with a video of the company’s youngest employees that he had a certain fatherly protectiveness over. And after seeing them together, much of the McLaren staff were extremely protective of the two youngsters. They were comforted that their young driver had found someone he trusted and could rely on like the two before them.
The connection they made was an unbreakable one, and there was a bright future for McLaren with Lando and Olivia taking on everything side by side.
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The Pirate's Symbol(s): NSFW Alphabet [IkeSen Motonari]
Game: Ikemen Sengoku
Pairing: Motonari/Female Reader
Rated: NSFW/18+
Words: 2.5k
Warnings: stockings fetish, spoilers for Motonari’s ‘condition’, sexual intercourse, mentions of exhibitionism/semi-public sex, (non-sexual) bondage, innuendoes and dirty-talk, masturbation
Author’s Notes: Motonari’s entire self is a joy, his route gave me some much needed, invigorating enemies-to-lovers, and I officially love him! [Totally swiped my heart right up without warning!]
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Motonari is quick — you’d almost say adept — at sweeping off a cloth, or container, placed by your bedside. Although, your touch and whatever fire you generate in between the two of you does not bother him, he does prefer you both cleaner of the mess and fluids when holding you close in his arms, afterwards.
Wiping up the remnants of your passionate and, often vigorous, activities off of quivering thighs he presses apart, in gentle strokes of damp fibers. Movements of the cloth soft enough it doesn’t shock you into over-sensitivity but not soft enough you relax entirely beneath him, because that scarlet gaze is always fixated on you — your body language. And if you give away even an inch, he’s ready and up for round two (or four). [Bless yer stamina, matey!]
If not, he’s still up and happy to listen to his favorite flower-brained woman’s amusing, outrageous tales she narrates in animated conversation. While he whisks up a quick, invigorating meal for her at the kitchen counter, just as she rests her happy self at the table. Garnet gaze seemingly fixated upon the task at hand — spices being tossed, ladle being stirred, eggs whipped to perfection — but his answers are prompt and alert, although still carrying that insouciant edge. Indicating his attention; equal division in between feeding you and hearing you speak.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Motonari is fond of his mouth, and before you, he didn’t think of it as much of an achievement as he believes it now, when your jittery gaze seeks immediate relief (and lust) as soon as it lands upon that obvious smirk.
A single kiss and your thoughts are all but handed over to him on an elaborate platter. Your cheeks color dark and wide; restless eyes tracing across his mouth. Your own parting; pink tongue darting quick in a swipe across plush lips: all of you demanding more of him.
Yes, he is surprisingly (or not), in touch with a far more emotional side: Motonari adores your eyes, although you’re never hearing it from him. Your entire body speaks of honesty but the way he reads your thoughts so easy, in your gaze, there’s quite nothing as exhilarating or confounding as the love he captures in them. That quick, tight knot of your brow, your anger flaring in your eyes or the equally prompt melting, when he appeases you in gentle teases. He’s been so long used to not trusting that a person he sees this clearly through, and sees how she trusts; it’s not an entirely terrible thing to feel.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
As mentioned above, the man doesn’t particularly care to leave you a mess post-coitus unless you ask it of him; there is little he’s able to refuse you. So when it does come (…heh) to cumming outside of your pussy, your mouth is a pretty (very pretty too) good substitute for him to ejaculate, without having to think of leaving external stains on you. Your throat clamping, then swallowing, around his orgasm, so he feels that slick slide of saliva and semen around him, as you moan.
Yer pretty darn hot, m’lady.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
There are times he descends — quick and furious — into an almost juvenile state of petty jealousy [he realizes the immaturity of it, he just cannot! help! it!] and ends up turning that lust on you, instead.
He’d never actually do it but visualizing — in almost exact, murderous details — how he’d like to drag you into an empty room whenever Kicho gets all up in your face, and fuck you so hard your throat tears through screams lough enough Kicho hears each and every single sound and moan.
Or, clasp your chin in his fingers, whenever Hideyoshi’s a little too close for comfort at an Oda banquet, and kiss you senseless and noisy [pirates crave a flashy exhibition!].
He despises making a show of you to anybody, so that idea only stays in thoughts but also it’s mind-boggling, since it does get him hard on the spot.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Before you, it was only ever through terrible necessity (extremely dire straits) that he — if ever and very sparing — sought casual sex. The occasions hadn’t been plenty and he’d be frighteningly specific about how he wanted to take a woman to bed.
Bathed, no make-up, no perfume, no scented products or jewelry — anything extra that he could accidentally touch and trigger a reaction. A clean, unscented futon he’d provide in a bare room. Any bonds or cloths he could get his hands on (buying his own and discarding immediately after), to tie their limbs, keep their movements limited; Motonari used.
Of course, there’d be the rare prostitute who’d drop immediately after visiting a client, or one who’d perceive his conditions extreme and over-the-top and think they could ‘change his mind’. The moment they’d try and cross the line, he’d fling them off, almost violently, heart racing, sweat marking each inch of exposed skin. Nauseous and barely tapped, before he’d stride out of the room.
He’s also witnessed open and perverse brothels — and corrupt seething dens — where men and women fuck, for all to see, in his line of work, so he’s no stranger to how sex works for others either.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He’s learning to let go and touch (just you) without the added barrier of gloves and since you so seem fond of his hands on you, Motonari likes any positions that allow his hands to move your body upon his; he isn’t picky.
Palms curved upon your hips so that your ass slaps against his pelvis each time he pulls back, the movements of his cock into and out of your pussy — a place you are both connected and he likes that. Or even when he can spread your thighs wide, press them apart before hooking his hands over your abdomen and just focusing on moving.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He’s a pirate he’s a vortex of a man and slips all over the spectrum. Motonari’s goading is far softened with minimum barbs, when he’s in(side you) in bed with you. More velvet — than leathery — questions, soft smirk-y and probing,: “Ya like that, flower girl?” —as his mouth hovers just close to your ear, nose barely touching and tucking sweat soaked strands away from your temple. Definitely lands firm and midway between too serious and entirely silly. But he’s all focus on you, make no mistake.
He’s still got a filthy mouth on him, but dirty romantic liners are more his style, in bed (he wants you warmed as well as turned on!), in contrast to the complete indecent filth he threatens you with (a good time!) when the two of you are out and about.
“Pipe down, m’lady. The way yer moaning, they’re gonna think I’m fucking ya, right on deck.” Those eyes are burnished rubies; smile wide, crooked and unashamed, as he ducks close. “But maybe ya feel like putting on a show.”
H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He’s clean down below (and silver-haired, yes) — he doesn’t go the ‘complete waxed up, no-hair in sight’ route, but rather prefers keeping his hair short-trimmed and well-groomed.
He’s also kept his pubic hair short and neat, for the rare occasions he does have sex, and an unkempt mass down there would leave him more likely and exposed to his partner’s fluids staying on him. He despises that.
Motonari doesn’t mind blood, dirt and grime on the field, nor the brine of the harsh sea sticking to his skin, but as soon as he’s done with — or in between — jobs, he takes the time to wash and clean himself up thoroughly.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
[Also see G=Goofy] Motonari isn’t short with words of love. He isn’t reciting romantic poems but he is quick to let you know, in exact words, how much he loves you — and is loving being inside you — in the moment. Barriers definitely lower themselves — not all down, not completely back up — with this man, in bed.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
(As also mentioned in E=Experience) the man, previously, has sought intimacy only and only out of desperate necessity and when his hand is just not enough for him to relieve himself of his lust. Motonari, before you, jacked off, multiple times within a week, sometimes thrice (or more) in a single day. His desires, usually amped, following a particularly unsatisfying battle or raid.
After you, he still does take time off for some self-lovin’ (remember: stamina for daaays, and you’re mostly unable to match him so he makes do), just not as much as he used to, in the past.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
You and Motonari share a love for (clothing) imports from the seas beyond. He’s always up for sharing and discussing trade secrets, doling out clothing advice and helping you work out modern clothing from whatever fabrics are available to you.
Stockings might be one of his favorite products.
The fabric feeling absolutely exquisite against his palms when he rounds you close into his grasp, stood in between his spread thighs as he observes and hums beneath you, seated. A harmless joke you make, about a stocking fetish and the ensuing explanation soon after, has him grinning and dragging you down to test the material against his teeth.
“Yer sayin’ I got a thing for yer fancy underclothes? Heh, don’t think so. Seeing you in it just makes me wanna tear it all off, meu docinho de côco.”
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Anywhere you’re afforded privacy; although a little flirting with danger is good and being pinned in between the door and his body. Watching you try and smother your moans into your sleeves, skews that grin wider, that cock harder.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
You. He’s got a dirty mind, it’ll do the rest of the work when its got its catalyst: you.
Nothing gets you results faster than being honest with Motonari, or expressing your affections (even chaste) for him.
Tell him he looked especially handsome, earlier on a job out: with his hair slicked back and how hard it was for you to have held back from kissing him, on the spot. That you love him—
He’s on you so fast.
“That brain’s just gotta keep sprouting its flowers, huh.” He murmurs, tugging at your chin to swipe his tongue into you.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Despite his treatment of you very early on in his route (the collar, the slavery deal), Motonari’s not into putting a collar on a person, romantic or otherwise. Collaring and hearing you call him your Master wouldn’t do much for him, playful or not.
He’s had to live a great chunk of his life as the Beggar Prince; experienced the devastating dregs of human society, including and not limited to being treated as one inferior, and having to watch people around at the very mercy of corrupt lords.
In retrospect, it isn’t something he might take pleasure in, in the bedroom.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Giving or receiving, both take some getting used to within the bedroom. He finds the taste of you pleasant, when he withdraws wet digits from inside you and takes a careful swipe of the clear fluid across his skin. And has expressed interest in, and gone down on you several times.
Receiving gets a bit more gentle coax-y and requires reassurances, with Motonari. He doesn’t particularly like seeing his release all over you. Having to work through those barriers of his mind, but once he allows you, he does enjoy the slow kisses, and the soft slide of your mouth against him.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
His default setting is rough and furious. The two of you are usually frustrated passion by the time you actually get to his bedroom (he likes to prod and poke much too often in public, get you riled) so there’s only one way to go and it’s up. He’s spreading your thighs apart with none too gentle hands as he pushes through and into you, your own hold on him, white knuckled and almost delirious with the way his hips rock into you and his cockhead scraps across your front wall with his onslaught.
At times, however, especially after a high-risk mission; when he’s been close enough to stare Death in the face and survive, he likes to take his time being inside you, just being able to feel you. Once, twice, several times, he’s keeping you beneath, or mounted on top of him, coaxing your hips and your moans.
“Don’t look at me like that, flower girl. I’m alive, ain’t I? Com’ere. I’ll take those tears of yers.”
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Definitely! Any time he can have you, or get you close enough in private, you’re going to be fucking each other. He loves those little breathy, moan-laughters you make in half-panic/all arousal, each time he drives up to grind your hips close together, stuffed into a hallway closet.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Semi-public quickies are a thing and the closest to risky as he gets. As mentioned previously, he’s demanding enough over you, he doesn’t like men Kicho touching you, let alone hearing you when you sound like that.
Other kinks, most kinks, he’s down to try with his favorite dirty, flower-brained woman. He does however, draw the line at any kinks that might involve him using harsh, ugly words to degrade you or your body and/or being soiled.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
All I gotta say is: Pirate’s got stamina enough to power his ships through horn alone, over an entire week!
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Toys translate to external objects. Which are always subject to germs, and need to be (excessively) cleaned by his standards, to keep them useful and usable. That’s far much more work than he’s usually willing to commit himself to.
And he has no need of them. Not when you respond plenty to his touch alone.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
A lot! Motonari’s brand of filthy talk is polished to leave you damp in between the legs. He’s pulling the nastiest most wonderful innuendoes out of the most mundane of tasks.
“Ya like that old weapon?” He might ask of you, as you admire the carvings upon the handle of one of his clan’s katana. “Didn’t know ya liked the feel of handlin’ a sword between yer hands that much, m’lady.”
Leaving your mind reeling and cheeks flushing before withdrawing with a, “What’re ya cooking in that flower brain of yers? Heh... you’ve got a dirty mind.”
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Heavy, sensual pants against your ears. His groans and grunts enough to fan the fires of your own arousal, to have you ready to come, from just the sounds that can leave his throat. Motonari doesn’t care to be heard outside your boundaries, but he also doesn’t care to withhold his own sounds of pleasure from you.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He almost swears (but will never tell you, in very direct words): the space in between your bare breasts smells almost sweet like flowers. He likes finding his way up and nosing in between your breasts — just skin-to-skin contact at a place he finds you’re at your most fragrant. Suckling and tugging at a nipple draws those moans and your scent more intense, so he nips and teeths around the place often.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
That beautiful cock — with the evidence of just enough silver at the base — is long enough it fits and curves snug into you, without entering into any discomforting places, deep. But he is thick enough, it takes you time (and many times) to not just hold your breath and tighten up around him on reflex, upon entry.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
(Read: S)
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
You’re almost always the one falling asleep first. Pirates are used to night raids and this one’s no different. He does prefer watching you sleep, late into the night, once you fall exhausted into slumber.
End Notes: Thank you for reading!
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A-Z NSFW Alphabet | Shinsuke Kita
Pairing: Shinsuke Kita x f!reader
Word count: 4.3K
Warnings/contents: Sex, strong language, variety of kinks, 18+
Notes: N O B O D Y can change my mind that this man is a soft-dom. I’m dying on this hill. With that being said, I hope you agree with that statement and like this post 💕
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Kita is an aftercare god. He takes such good care of you by getting you into the shower, changing the sheets, putting your blanket in the dryer so that it’s warm when you get into bed, fluffing the pillows up, making sure that you have water on your bedside table, and showering with you if you wanted him to. He would wash your hair and back, letting you rest your head on his shoulder while the warm water slides down your bodies for a few minutes as he softly massages your shoulders. He would help you get dressed, carry you around, and hold you close while he strokes your hair and you try and sleep
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)
Theirs: He likes his hands. He knows that they’re a bit rough, but they’re also large and always warm enough to warm your chilly hands. He can grope at your chest with his hands, hold your hands in his, cup your face in his hands, and be able to feel you close to him and hold you all because of his hands
Yours: He’s always really liked your breasts. He likes to see your cleavage, and don’t even get him started on when you’re wearing a shirt with no bra and he can see your nipples. He likes to watch them bounce while he’s fucking you. He also enjoys slapping them a little bit to make them bounce and shift inside of your shirt when you’re not wearing a bra. Kita also really enjoys sucking on your nipples and licking up your cleavage while he pushes them together with his hands
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
For the most part, Kita likes to cum inside of you. He doesn’t necessarily care for watching his cum slide down your legs like some of the characters, and he doesn’t really care for cumming on your stomach either. Even if the sheets are being changed, he doesn’t care for making a bigger mess, especially on your body. However, on the rare occurrence that you would slide Kita’s cock between your breasts, he would cum on your chest
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He would really like to have sex with you at the beach. The distant sounds of the ocean crashing against the rocks, the sounds of the city at night, just the two of you alone in the sand on a blanket— kissing, feeling each other, pleasuring each other. But he’s never pursued this thought because the beach is a very public area and who knows what might happen. However, if you were to bring this up, it wouldn’t take much convincing on his end
E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
You were Kita’s first ever experience. The two of you took things slow and careful, with lots of questions from him and asking for your guidance to make sure that he knew what you liked and didn’t like. He would make sure that you were okay with different things that he tried, not wanting to make you uncomfortable or put you through any pain. He talked with you beforehand to ask about some things you liked so he could hone in on those skills and learn how to make you squirm and squirt around his fingers. He has a very good memory and it didn’t take him long to perfect his skills in the bedroom because he’s very vocal with you
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He’s always loved missionary. He likes to look at you squirming beneath him and seeing the faces you make as you reach your orgasm around his cock. He likes the ability to kiss you whenever he wants. He likes looking into your eyes and being able to lean down and whisper how much he loves you in your ear. He likes being able to pull back a little bit and watch your breasts bounce along with his movements. He likes to moan in your ear and have you moaning in his while you bury your face into his shoulder. And he especially likes when you wrap your legs around him and keep his body snug against your own. Occasionally he likes to pull back and bring your legs up onto his shoulders. He likes this because he can see even more of you and he still has the ability to lean down to kiss you if he felt like it
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)
Kita is somewhere between serious and humorous. He likes to make you laugh. He doesn’t want sex to be a serious thing that you can’t still enjoy each others presence in and laugh about silly things like bonking your heads even after how many times you’ve been in bed together. However there are more serious moments where the two of you stare into each others eyes, Kita’s hand holding your own down on the bed as he pushes himself inside of you, but even the serious moments are very loving. There isn’t a time of any day that you aren’t reminded that Kita truthfully and very deeply cares for you
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Nowadays, Kita shaves it all off completely. For a long time he only trimmed it, but one day while he was in the shower he thought that if he was going to be trimming it so short, he might as well go ahead and shave it. He mainly only wanted to see what it would feel like against his clothes, and not to mention you, if he was fully shaved down, and he realized how much better it feels without the hair. He keeps himself very clean, very frequently
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)
Kita is a very romantic, sweet man. He treasures you above all else, praising you with kisses pressed to each part of your body, a soft tone that makes your heart race and a gentle gaze that makes your cheeks flush hot. He never lets you go a day thinking he could love you any less today than he did yesterday, and he never makes you feel like he won’t love you the same tomorrow. Kita has never once disappointed you, and he doesn’t plan on starting now
J = Jerk off (masterbation headcanon)
If he ever needs to get off that badly that he can’t merely ignore the boner, he has no objections to taking care of the issue himself. He doesn’t like bothering you with sucking him off, however he might occasionally see if you would want to have phone sex. However there is never any pressure because he really can take care of the boner himself
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Light teasing: (Explained further below)
Praising: Kita is constantly praising you. Whether it be for how good you suck on his cock whenever he rarely says yes to you sucking him off or you’re in 69, how good you taste, how cute you are squirming for his tongue and his fingers, how cute it is that you’re so wet and ready for him, how well you take his cock, how good you feel when you’re clenching around him, etc. He also calls you many sweet things in bed. His favorite names to call you are: “Baby” and “My love,” but Kita will also call you “(His) Good girl” sometimes softly in your ear. He’ll call you one of these names while he gently caresses your cheek, telling you that you’re so pretty when you’re taking his cock inside of you
Daddy kink: He’s definitely into being called daddy, but he also wouldn’t ask for it. It was something that he didn’t know he was into until one time the two of you were having sex and it slipped out of your mouth. He wasn’t expecting it and had stopped in shock, asking you what you had just called him. You were extremely embarrassed, but he couldn’t stop thinking about it for the rest of the night. In that moment, he simply caressed your face and whispered soft assurances that it was okay and that he didn’t mind it, and that you could call him that if you wanted to, but it was something he grew fond of very fast
Very light dumbification: He’s only into this in the sense that he enjoys fucking you until you’re unable to think of anything beside him and how good he feels inside of you. Sometimes he’ll whisper something about how you seem mind-numb around his cock, but he wouldn’t be mean about it. His tone would be gentle as he caressed your cheek, calling you his cute little baby and asking you a question to hear you mumble out an incoherent answer. He loves it when your moaning gets messy and incoherent because then he knows that he’s done his job
Light edging: Kita doesn’t really deny you of what it is that you want and what you’re craving, but he does know when to edge you once or twice before he lets you reach your orgasm because it’s going to make it feel that much better when you do finally cum around his fingers or down into his mouth. It leaves you panting and feels much better than when he just gives it to you. Besides, he can’t lie, listening to you beg for him to let you cum on your own free will makes his cock throb
Squirting: He loves to make you squirt. He enjoys seeing how much he can make you squirt back to back. Once he got the hang of how to make you gush, he started to do it every single time that you were in bed together. He likes to edge you a couple of times and then make you squirt several times in a row. He finds it fascinating to watch, and he also knows that it feels good for you. He really likes it when you squirt around his cock because you squeeze tighter around him and it makes both of you feel good
Overstimulation: There’s nothing more that Kita loves than overstimulating you. Than hearing your moans become a sobbing, incoherent mess. Than feeling your pussy clenching and gushing around his cock until you have nothing left to give him. Than feeling your nails in his back until your fingers are numb and there’s red scratch marks on his skin. Than kissing you sloppily until you’re unable to focus on the kiss and get too lost in how good it feels. Than having you fall asleep quickly in his arms afterwards because you’re exhausted, clean, and satisfied— just like he always intends on leaving you after sex
Clothes: Kita loves to fuck you while you’re wearing his shirts. He thinks that you look so cute— so small in his large shirts, especially the dress shirts that he has. He can leave it unbuttoned on you, this way he can watch your breasts bounce while he’s inside of you and still have the satisfaction of you wearing his shirt. It’s a little reassurance that you’re all his and his alone, especially in the moment. Because your mind isn’t anywhere but him, and he knows that— and in return his mind isn’t anywhere but you
Soft dom: He is a very gentle man. Everything that he does, he does it gently with you. He wouldn’t ever want to hurt you more than how he stretches you out, and when it comes to thoughts of degrading you or calling you a whore, he doesn’t get off. He’s gentle, soft, and loving. Even when it hurts, he tries to take things slow and gentle with you, being as caring as he’s always been. He’s a sweetheart and he loves to praise you. He likes to see you smile when the two of you are in bed, and hearing your laughter only makes it better. He wouldn’t get off to being mean to you or hurting you in any way
Service dom: Kita gets off on getting you off. He wouldn’t care much for you sucking his cock, instead wanting to bury his face between your legs and making you squirm and moan beneath his touch for hours. He would do anything that you liked, within reason. He wants to make you as happy as he can. You would never leave that bedroom unsatisfied— that he makes damn sure of
Somno (sex on a sleeping/sleepy person): It isn’t the most frequent occurrence, but sometimes Kita likes to rub your clit or finger you gently while you’re sleeping to hear your sleepy moans. He would also love to wake you up on the weekend mornings with his face already between your legs. He usually only does it on the weekends, but if you happened to be having a wet dream on a weeknight, sometimes he can’t help himself from pressing a few kisses along your neck and starting to finger you— especially if you were to moan his name in your sleep
Lactophilia: I think that if you had Kita’s baby, he wouldn’t mind at all still sucking on your nipples while you were breastfeeding. He would massage your breasts for you when they were especially tender, watching some milk drip from your nipples and being fascinated by the sight. He’d be curious about how it tasted and ask you if he could taste it, and it just became something that happened sometimes. When you’re in missionary and breastfeeding, he would play with your nipples to make some milk squirt from them
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
#1: Kita likes to have sex in the bedroom above all else. It’s comfortable, close to the bathroom, warm, and he likes to keep pillows beneath your head while the two of you are having sex so that he knows you’re nice and comfortable. He would never let your head hit the wall more than once, if that. He’s a very observant man, and if he thinks that you’re too close to the wall, he’ll put a pillow behind your head for extra assurance that you don’t bonk your head
#2: Kita really likes shower sex. It isn’t as frequent nor would he try and have sex with you every single time that the two of you showered together, but say that the two of you were to finish in the bedroom but you were both willing to go a little longer, he would have no objections to fucking you against the wall. Kita would get down on his knees and eat you out while the warm water ran down your body, and he would actually really like it when you suck on his cock in the shower sometimes
M = Motivation (what turns them on/gets them going?)
Knowing that you’re feeling good is what makes this service dom happy. It’s all he really needs to keep going, hearing your moans and having you tell him that it feels good drives him wild. He loves it when you’re more vocal because it’s extra assurance that you don’t feel pressured into having sex with him— especially when he’s the one who initiates it. He likes to make you squirm beneath him, often times reaching down and rubbing at your clit if you were in the right position
N = No (something they wouldn’t do/turn offs)
Kita wouldn’t do anything too harsh. Very gently degrading you by calling you a slut or a whore (only if you asked him to) would be the worst that he would do. Kita is not into the idea of hurting you, so even if you were into it, he wouldn’t slap you and only gently slap your ass sometimes— but it’s a rare occurrence because in the moment he isn’t thinking about wanting to slap you
O = Oral (preferences in giving/receiving, skill, etc.)
He is very good at oral and he loves to do it. He likes to suck on your clit and finger you until you’re squirting around his fingers and soaking the bed. He also enjoys teasing you with his tongue, eyeing you as he laps at your entrance and occasionally pushing his tongue inside of you. But his favorite thing to do would be edging you once while he’s between your legs and then making you squirt a bunch. He likes it when you pull on his hair and tighten your legs around his head before you reach your orgasm. Another thing that Kita loves is when you sit on his face— not to suck his cock, but so that he can suck on your clit and massage your breasts while he watches your face
It isn’t very important to him if you were to suck his cock or not. He wouldn’t ask for it, and often times would turn you down if you were to ask him if he wanted you to suck it. He’s all about pleasing you, however if you were to not ask and get between his legs, he wouldn’t turn you down. He would hold your hair back so he could look at you, softly moaning and telling you that it feels so good. He really likes how warm your mouth is around his cock, but he can’t wait to get back to pleasuring you again. A good option for him is 69 so that you can suck on his cock while he eats you out, but it’s another thing he often times turns down and tells you to turn around when you sit on his face and go to lean down. He would really like to feel your breasts against his body while he eats you out though
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
He always takes it slow and gentle with you. He gives you as long as you need to adjust when he’s inside of you, making sure that you’re comfortable with the position and on the bed before he starts to slowly move inside of you when you tell him that he can. He makes sure that you’re wet enough and he always has lube on hand to make things easier if he’s struggling to get you to a point he deems worthy. He doesn’t want to hurt you in any way, so he takes things very slow and he’s always very sweet
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Kita is not really a fan of quickies. He likes to pleasure you, he likes to get you soaked and ready for him. He doesn’t like to strip off all of your clothes and push himself inside of you right away, he likes to take things slow. He likes to slowly undress you and occasionally slide his own shirt onto you. He likes to kiss and suck on your neck teasingly while he gently rubs at your clit to make you wet. He likes to take his time, he doesn’t like feeling rushed when it comes to pleasing you. However, something he would make an exception for would be if you were in the kitchen after the two of you had already been touching each other on the sofa. He would not mind slowly fucking you while you leaned over the counter while dinner cooked
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)
He might be willing to try a few new things with you, though nothing too extreme, and if either of you weren’t comfortable with the idea, it’s always easily considered dropped. When the two of you are trying new things, he’s always very vocal. Talking to you and making sure that you’re doing okay, that it isn’t hurting you and that you’re liking it so far. If he senses that you’re uncomfortable, he would stop and ask if you were okay immediately instead of waiting it out to see if you were just adjusting to the new sensation. Most of the time, the two of you stick to what you know
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)
Kita’s stamina is pretty impressive. He can go about 3-4 rounds depending on the night, eating you out between rounds to give himself a break and to continue pleasuring you until you were an overstimulated mess around him. If you were really in the mood and weren’t done, he could push himself and go 5-6 rounds, but afterwards he would be dead exhausted, and typically the 5th or 6th round happens in the shower so the two of you can get a head start on getting clean
T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
He isn’t really big on the idea of using things in the bedroom. He likes the way things are— getting you off with his fingers and tongue. He’s proud of the way that he can make you gush around his fingers, and dare he say that it’s given him a bit of an ego. He doesn’t really want the help of a vibrator to make you gush. He thinks he can do it just fine on his own
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Kita doesn’t tease you much, only edging you once or twice. He likes to give you what you want. Making you happy makes him happy, it’s always been that way. However he thinks that it is adorable when you beg for him because you don’t have to and he’s going to give you what you want even if you demand it. He wouldn’t stop you from begging if that’s what you wanted to do, but he wouldn’t make you either
V = Volume (how loud are they? What sounds do they make?)
Kita is very vocal. His moans are typically soft and right by your ear. He’ll give a few scattered grunts and soft groans, though his moans are pretty low and from the back of his throat. His sounds are very consistent in the way that even when he’s cumming he doesn’t get too much louder and his moans don’t get high or whiny. He also talks to you a lot, making sure you’re feeling good, praising you, etc. He likes to keep decently quiet so that he can hear you because it’s something that both gets him off and helps him know that he’s doing good for you
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Kita is a big cuddler. He loves to curl up with you on a rainy day with a good book and just read together. He likes to hold you close every single night in bed. After dinner, the thing that he’s most excited for is to curl up with you on the sofa and watch something or just talk about your separate days. He likes to lay on his back at night and have you laying on your side with one of your legs around his waist, his hand on your thigh and your hand on his chest, softly tracing patterns over his night shirt before you fall asleep with your hand flat on his chest. You relax him after long, stressful days and he only hopes he does the same for you
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Kita’s dick is pretty thick and it stretches you out well. His cock is around 6.6 inches long. Kita is a very clean man, shaving and taking care of himself to make sure that he smells fresh not only for you, but for himself as well. He shaves his balls quite frequently as well. He is also pretty healthy, so his cum wouldn’t have a distinctly gross taste to it, and because it’s so rare that you really get that much in your mouth, it always shocks you by being sort of sweet. Kita is good with his cock, knowing just how deep to push it inside of you at what pace to make you lose your mind around him
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
His sex drive truthfully isn’t very high. He would have sex with you whenever you asked, however he would only initiate it maybe once or twice a week. Both because he loves to simply curl up with you and enjoy a nice quiet night together where you talk to each other about your new interests and how each others separate days were, but also because he doesn’t want you to think that he’s only in this for your body. As much as he does love having sex with you and he loves pleasuring you, Kita would never want you to feel like anything less than the love of his life and more of a sex object
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He doesn’t fall asleep until you do. He has no trouble staying awake if you’re struggling, and he’ll do anything he can to help you out. Whether that be getting a small snack because you’re hungry, making you some tea, humming to you and softly rubbing your back while you curled up in his warm arms, or getting up with you to make some tea to help you sleep. He’d whisper sweet words about how much he loves you, sometimes listing off things he loves the most about you before you fall asleep. He’ll also massage your head to help you sleep if you wanted him to, and he loves to hold hands while you’re sleeping together
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Swing to the Stars
this fic swap is for @reidgraygubler ... I really hope you like it, shadow :)
A/N: AAAAH! this is my first fic swap and I’M SO EXCITED!!!!
Summary: Spencer meets someone in his little hiding spot, and desperately hopes to see them again.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral!Reader
Category: fluff with a dash of angst
Content Warnings: mentions of Maeve & William Reid, talk of a case involving teens, mentions of bullying, mentions of guns and pepper spray (not used)
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Word Count: 2.4K
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The first time I climbed that treacherous hill, dirtying my converse for all to see what my night activities truly consisted of, I was alone. I enjoyed it like that, I came here by myself, and I intended to keep it that way. When I sat on the swing dangling by two dangerously flimsy ropes, I thought how ridiculously large the slap of wood used to make it was. My elbows were bent a little over a 90 degree angle just to reach both sides, but I never thought past it. I had other things on my mind that night.
I thought about my mom. I knew she would have loved a secluded, little space like this. She would’ve probably read to me here, using different voices that held deep emotion to convey each story with a precise amount of dedication and love. Each story to her was special, and I silently thank her every day for passing that trait down to me.
Unfortunately, if I thought about my mom, I thought about my dad. William was never a kind man, and I could pride myself on one thing; I would never be like him. He didn’t deserve to know a place like this. It was too serene, too beautiful to house a man so willing to abandon the two people who should’ve been the most important to him. I was glad he would never get the chance to sit on this swing.
I thought about my family. How Garcia would jump with excitement at the prospect of having a picnic overlooking the city, yet quiet and missing the sounds of cars zooming by or overlapping chatter. I thought about JJ, and how Henry would beg her to push him in the swing, because to a little kid, it was perfect. He didn’t look at the frayed rope and fear that it would snap. I hope he never starts to fear the world like that.
The second time I found myself back at the bottom of the hill, I made it halfway to the top before seeing a couple getting up from the swing they were sitting together on. I realized then why it was so comically large; it was meant for two people. Thankfully when I reached the top only half out of breath, the two were starting their descent to where I came from.
This time when I sat down, I thought about Maeve. I would’ve brought her here, shared the little secret corner of the world I built for myself. She would’ve loved something like this, and I know if life wasn’t so cruel, and I was given the chance to show her, we would’ve talked for hours. So that’s what I did that time; I talked to Maeve. To anyone else, I probably looked like a crazy person talking to himself, but much to my delight, not many people made the trip up the hill to find this place.
Now I go whenever I need a break from my mind, which unfortunately is more times than my schedule allows me to take that leisurely walk. I spend my nights sometimes after a particularly hard case there no matter the time, using the ropes that scratch my hands as my lifeline down to Earth. I watch the stars, screaming and cursing at the world in my head and waiting for the sky to respond. It never did, and the next case always came in the following morning.
This particular time that I found myself at the bottom of the grassy hill waiting to be climbed, the case I just returned from involved kids across the board. A teenage unsub was killing his fellow classmates that have wronged him. Unfortunately, the BAU had to witness his stressor recorded for the whole school to see. It involved vile insults being thrown at the young, defenseless boy only for the bullying to escalate to violence.
It was awful.
As I trudged up the hill with less excitement to look into the vast unknown than usual, I couldn’t stop thinking about the unsub. All he wanted in life was a friend, someone to talk to, laugh with, share memories together. No matter how wrong it was, I saw myself in him. Our souls held the same scars given to us by people who had no right to go digging for such a deep part of ourselves. If I didn’t make it, would I have turned out like him?
When I reached the top, completing my journey once again, I saw them. Sitting there, staring out into the sky, mimicking my thoughts to do the same on the jet ride home. I could only make out half their face lit up by the light casting down from the full moon, but I didn’t need to see more to know they were breathtaking.
I would have turned around to return home to nothing more than books reread thousands of times and stale coffee, but I already made the mistake of stepping on a rather large branch that broke in half. The crunch coming from their right immediately had them on edge, and reaching for their bag that I could only assume had some sort of weapon inside. I hope it was legal.
I felt terrible for breaking them from the trance they were in. They were deep in thought about something that was probably going to become a solution if I hadn't interrupted their musing.
“H-hi, I’m sorry to scare you. I didn’t expect anyone here this late. Not that you being here is a problem! I didn’t mean to disturb you,” I frantically shouted, although there was less distance between us than I originally thought, and probably seemed crazed by my volume level.
They just giggled at first, but upon seeing my distraught expression, their face turned more kind than humorous.
“That’s okay. I’m just glad I didn’t jump so fast to pepper spray you. That would definitely be the worst case scenario.” I let out a breath of relief for some reason. Here I was, in front of a total stranger thankful that their weapon of choice wasn’t a gun. I’ve been on the wrong end of too many during my years.
“Did you know Chemical Mace, more commonly known as pepper spray, was invented in the 1960s by a man named Alan Lee Litman and his wife Doris Litman at the time. Their reason was actually because one of Doris’s female coworkers was attacked and robbed, so they thought to create a nonlethal weapon with easy accessibility and use, considering not everyone is able to use a gun. It wasn’t until 1987 however that the Litman’s sold their creation to Smith and Wesson where it was mass produced and later sold to law enforcement.”
“Wow, I don’t think I did.” They laughed again, but something in my heart told me it wasn’t meant to come with malicious intent. “Do you do that a lot?”
“Do what?” I asked, even though I had some inclination of what they were referencing.
“Spout random facts. I’m not complaining, that was very cool, but I am fully intrigued.” They smiled again at me fondly, the kind of smile that left me a little breathless, even more so than the 45 degree incline I had to climb to find myself in front of them. There was nothing to convince me they weren’t authentic in every word they stated.
“I do it quite often, yes. It gets annoying after a while though.” It was true, I was told on many occasions that my rambling got old very fast. I suppose that’s what happens when you’re close to me for too long. I tend to stop being the awe-striking genius, and become the nagging, walking encyclopedia.
“I don’t see how that could become annoying.” It sounded sad coming from them, like I had insulted their oddity. I would never, and I was really hoping to find out what it was.
I had nothing further to say that would express my shock, and slight fondness over their praise, wary of its honesty even if it did come from them. I hadn’t known them for more than 4 minutes and 36 seconds, but it was enough to figure out that they weren’t a liar. It wasn’t from profiling either.
“You know, there is room for two people here if you wanted to join me. I’m sure you didn’t climb that hill for nothing.” They continued for me. If they noticed my surprise, they said nothing about it.
Usually, I would be skeptical of being in a close proximity with a stranger, but as I approached them carefully, even if their hand was no longer reaching for mace, I felt the passing between our eyes. It was as if we had shared every part of ourselves with eye contact, and as crazy as it sounds, I felt the somber thoughts that lingered from their previous reflections.
So I sat down, grabbing onto only one of the scratchy ropes, and enjoying the way I could rest my elbow against my side now that I was using the swing to its fullest potential. I stopped caring about the probability of the ropes snapping under our combined body weight. The worst that could possibly happen was I bruised my tailbone a little bit, but I wouldn’t care past the initial embarrassment. At least I had someone to show that with.
“Do you ever think about what’s out there?” They asked once I was settled on the wood slab as comfortably as I could muster. Being boney didn’t necessarily help. Before I could answer, they continued. “I can tell you’re a man of science, if the fact dump wasn’t any indicator, but I mean beyond the facts, and the known.”
“No, I don’t think about it.” It was a lie, I think about it every time I’m here, but I wanted nothing more in this moment than to know how they saw the stars.
“I do. Quite frequently, actually. I mean, I’ve read every book there ever was about the stars and space, but there is still no answer to my question.”
“What question?” I had to know.
“What’s exactly written in the stars,” they replied, using their hands to showcase the sky above us. I sat back and thought for a while. Like the books they’ve read, I too didn’t have the response to their question. God, how I wish I did.
I don’t know how long we sat there quietly. One of the perks of total darkness in the dead of night is that the moon couldn’t tell time the way the sun did. We got lost in the cosmos together, contemplating sharing our own troubled thoughts with each other. It would have felt right if we did, but alas, the ringing of my cell phone dropped a pin in our reflections.
“I- I’m sorry, I have to take this,” I rushed out before standing up and accepting the incoming call from Penelope. I knew it was a case before her bubbly voice rang through my celular. I allowed the disappointment to bleed through my tone when I told her I would be back at the BAU shortly, hoping that the small release of the emotion would be enough to ward it off in time to turn back around.
It didn’t.
They were already looking at me expectantly when I made my way back to the swing, bending down to retrieve my satchel I had abandoned on the ground. The amount of guilt on my face must have been enough to tell them I had to leave abruptly, despite the fact that the only thing I wanted to do was stay for even just a second.
“That’s okay,” they spoke softly, giving me a tight lipped smile. “We’ll see each other again.”
“How do you know?” I couldn’t help but be skeptical. Life never did work out in my favor. They looked up at the sky once more before answering.
“Just a feeling.” I let a full grin break out at their response, the first one I’ve had when visiting this place. I turned around to start my journey back to the office where dark, and twisted things lurked behind manilla folders. Before starting my descent however, I spun around quickly, almost losing my footing and taking a tumble.
“Woah there tiger, don’t hurt yourself,” they giggled at me, one that I returned with my own breathy laugh.
“I just don’t know your name.” It baffled me a little bit that I hadn’t thought to ask before this, but they just gave me one last smile, tilting their head in faux contemplation.
“Ask me next time.” I will.
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It’s been a year since I met them, and I haven’t seen them since. Not for a lack of trying however. After that case, I went there every night until a new one arose, this time taking me to Oregon. They hadn’t been back, and part of me wondered if it was because of me. Did I not try hard enough the first time? Should I have ignored my ringer until my phone had 5 missed calls from Penelope?
But then my eidetic memory swooped in to save me from going down that road, one of the only times it wasn’t the cause of my self destructive thoughts. Because while I replayed the conversation over in my head wondering where it went wrong, I remembered their eyes, and their smile.
I remembered what it felt like to sit with them, and thankfully that was enough to convince myself our meeting wasn’t in vain.
I never was the kind of man to believe in the universe. The whole notion that “everything happens for a reason,” felt like a lie created to somehow blame an external force on the chaos in one’s life. There were so many things in my life that had no reason for happening, and to blame that on anything or anyone but myself would be a cheap excuse of a way out.
But for some odd reason, the universe aside, I believed in them, and strangely enough, I don’t think they would have blamed me for the life I had to live. So, as I sit down tonight on this familiar piece of wood, I choose to stare at the stars instead of the ground, and believe that if I spoke aloud, maybe they would hear me.
And they did, because my efforts to sit on one side of the swing in case they returned to me were not in vain. I didn’t look over, I didn’t have to to know it was them. I had already relaxed once their presence was known in my peripherals.
“Y/N,” they spoke, causing me to change my view on the stars to their side profile. It wasn’t all that different than staring at the constellations spread around us. “My name’s Y/N.”
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Inky Memories
Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)
Warnings: Swearing, Drug Use (Past), Domestic Violence (Past), Shoplifting (Past)
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Summary: Tattoos can reveal a lot about a person. What will Y/N’s tattoos, which she has kept hidden for so long, reveal to Corpse? Will it change anything between them?
Requested by Anon. If you’re reading this you know who you are 😊 Thank you for the request, hope you like what I did with it. Sorry if I made it too angsty! And my most sincere apologies for publishing it so late. Enjoy XOXO ❤
“Guys, come on now! I’m not hiding anything!“ I laugh, looking up from the comments to the camera, “You know how much I hate being embarrassed! Believe me when I say these tattoos are EMBERRASSING. I got them while I was either drunk or in my emo phase and I’m not too proud of them.“
I’m currently doing an Instagram live Q&A session that I scheduled last week. I do one every month and it’s my favorite way of connecting with my audience. An hour of chill lo-fi and questions and answers. I get really excited every time I schedule the session. My fans are such amazing people and they are all so supportive, funny, intelligent...I could go on and on about their positive qualities. One thing I’m not too fond of is their persistent curiosity. Here’s why.
Yesterday, while streaming, I got an unexpected pain in my forearm. Instinctively, I lifted my shirt sleeve to see what was wrong, flashing a few tattoos at my viewers in the process. I’ve never mentioned my tattoos to my audience, not even my boyfriend, actually, so to have this much attention on them so suddenly makes me want to hide them even more. People started commenting on them during the stream and I tried to dodge the majority of the questions, but I knew they would be inevitable during the Q&A. If the session hadn’t been scheduled for like a week at that point I maybe would’ve postponed it until the dust settled.
“I have several. Not only on my arm.“ I only answer these vague questions. I avoid the ones that are asking details like what is depicted with the tattoos and what’s their meaning, bla, bla, bla.
Here’s the thing. I got my first tattoo when I was fifteen at this shady alley tattoo shop and I’ve been obsessed with tattoos since. I made a deal with myself to get at least one every year.
Needless to say, I’m twenty years old and have almost the same number of tattoos. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not ashamed of them. And I lied when I said they were embarrassing. I am quite happy with them, the way they look, at least. Each of them represent something different. Unfortunately, they are representative of some dark and depressing times. Times I want only the fewest of few people to know about.
“Yes, he’s here. You can’t see him, but he’s waving. He says hi.“ Corpse is the perfect distraction. My viewers love him just as much - maybe more - as they love me.
He knows how easily I get overwhelmed by the attention and pressure of thousands of eyes on me and whenever I’m having a hard time while streaming all he has to do is walk in my recording room and just say the most random thing. Recently, his go-to phrase has been ‘Chicken wing’ and it always cracks up both me and my viewers.
Speaking of Corpse, him and I have been dating for over a year now. We moved in together a month or two before quarantine was officially a thing so we have been together 24/7. It’s scary how many things you can pick up on when you spend so much time with someone. That, of course, means he has noticed some of my tattoos. He has asked me about them, like why I cover them up and why am I so secretive about them and I’ve always been vague and indirect with my answers. He’s the sweetest and most patient person ever, so he has never pressed me with the questions, but I’m still hoping to gain the courage to reveal them to him someday.
“Thanks for tuning in, guys! See you tomorrow for my regular stream and next month for a chill hang out like this one. Love you, stay safe. Mwah!“ And with that the live video is done and I can finally breathe out a sigh of relief.
“Now we can order dinner“ I smile at Corpse who is chilling on the couch in my recording room. He looks up from his phone screen, returning my smile. “Were you recording a Behind The Scenes again?“
He does that often, not only with my Instagram lives but sometimes my streams as well. That’s actually how we revealed our relationship to our fanbases.
He nods, “Yeah.” He pauses for a second, switching to a sitting position with his feet touching the floor. We’re almost at eye-level now. His arms snake around my waist as he pulls me closer towards him. I take the hint and settle in his lap, my legs on either side of him. “I admire how well you handled the pressure back there. I know how you feel about that topic.”
The small bit of anxiety that has started spreading throughout my chest disappears. He has that calming effect on me. Like my own personal safety blanket that’s with me at all times. “I wouldn’t have handled it so well if you weren’t here with me.” I say as I run a hand through his hair, moving a few stray curls away from his gorgeous eyes.
He shakes his head, making the strands fall back over his eyes, “It has nothing to do with me, Y/N. You are simply an amazing person, that’s all.“ His cold hand cups my burning red cheek, leaning my head down so our foreheads are touching. “Nothing could change my mind about it.“
That sentence causes a small pang in my chest. I feel like a manipulator. I’ve led this man to fall in love with me without knowing the past versions. I realize it’s incredibly manipulative of me to reveal my dark aspects only after we’re head over heels for one another, but I can live with it. If it were up to me, he’d never have to know. He would never have to find out that I’m not the amazing person he thinks I am. I have been broken countless times before and all my pieces are just glued in place. Not all of them are where they’re supposed to be and some of them are on the verge of breaking off. Just like a mirror. You can put all the pieces together but not only will you see the cracks, the shards can fall at any moment.
My tattoos are to me as the cracks are to the mirror - evidence of my fragility and the many falls and breaks I’ve had throughout my life.
“Are you sure about that?“ I whisper, trying my hardest to engrave every detail of this moment in my mind because, after what I’m about to do, I’m afraid we might never be like this again.
The softness of his curls, his scent, his warmth, the way he makes me feel. I can hardly believe I’m risking losing all of that, but I owe him the truth.
I feel him nod against my forehead. I tense up and pull away so I can look him in the eyes. It’s hard for me to maintain eye contact especially when I’m fighting back tears. I can’t even say I’m about to lose him. I’m about to let him go. It’s up to him if he stays or decides that he deserves better.
No backing out, Y/N.
I grab the hem of my sweater and lift it up, revealing the many ink drawings on my skin. I discard the sweater on the floor, leaving me in only my bra meaning all my tattoos are on display. Not exactly all, I have some on my legs as well, but these are some of the most important ones. The ones which reveal most about who I used to be.
Corpse takes my hands, tilting my arms so he can take a better look at the tattoos that go from my wrists to the bend of my arm. His thumbs caress the tattoo on each of my wrists. “This one... “ I nod to my left wrist, “I got on my friend’s birthday. We both did. They’re matching.“ The tattoo depicts a heart with a keyhole. “She got the key.“
“I thought I had the key.“ He says, smirking up at me.
“You do now.“ I feel the pang again but this time it doesn’t go away. It’s a constant pain - a constant fear. Being scared of something inevitable is the most nerve-wracking feeling. It makes you feel small, helpless, like you’re standing aside watching your life be controlled by a force you can’t see.
Before he can break me even more, I go on, nodding to my upper arm, a little below my shoulder where there’s a rope tattoo that bends around my arm, its ends connecting in a bow, “I got this one after my shoulder healed.”
His brows furrow in concern as he tilts my head for me to look at him, “Healed from what?”
Here we go. Let the cat out of the bag. “Um....well...” I instinctively reach up to touch my shoulder, running my fingertips over the inked rope. “My dad wasn’t a very nice guy.”
I can pinpoint the second his heart breaks. I don’t want to hear what he has to say, I know it will kill me, so I just continue, moving onto the one on my other wrist where the word ‘Shadow’ is written in cursive writing, “This was my nickname in my friend group. I was the only one to never get caught shoplifting.”
The tears are gonna start rolling at any moment so I deliver the final blow, moving onto the most traumatic event, aka the tattoo on my collarbone of a heartbeat turning into a dead line and kicking up again, “This one I got after I woke up from my almost overdose.”
As if on cue, a tear falls from my eye onto his hand that’s still holding mine. My voice remains still, to my surprise, but I know it won’t be long before it too gives and breaks. I can’t look at him. I don’t want to see any sympathy or that look like he doesn’t recognize me. I feel like I’ve let both myself and him down.
“Why didn’t you tell me any of this?“ he asks me in a whisper. He sounds almost hurt. “You know you can tell me anything.“
I see another tear fall, “I know. I just...didn’t want you to think any less of me.“
Again, he lifts my head so he can look me straight in the eyes. He knows how much I struggle with eye contact and how much I hate crying in front of people, he knows how vulnerable I feel when someone’s looking me in the eyes or when someone sees me cry. He also knows that he’s the only exception to that rule. He knows I never feel out of place when he’s around.
“Think less of you? Babe, you’re a fighter like no other. You picked you life back up. You did all that on your own. You’re a warrior, Y/N.“
I smile through the tears which are now ones of joy instead of fear and dread. “I was a dumb teenager, Corpse. I had no idea what I was doing. I just wanted to get a thrill and feel something other than pain. I know I went about it the wrong way but...” he gives my hand an encouraging squeeze, “And you’re wrong, I didn’t do it all on my own.” I release his hand so I can cup his cheek. His hand comes up to cover mine as I swipe my thumb on his cheekbone, “I met you a month after I left the hospital. The rest you know. I moved to a less druggie populated part of town and I repaired my relationship with my aunt. All that time, I was balancing between the need to relapse and the will to stay alive. After I met you, that balancing act was no longer a balancing act at all. I didn’t even think about my past anymore. I was more focused on what I could be. On what I have to be to deserve to have you by my side.”
“You will always have me on your side, Y/N. Even when you don’t want or need me there.“ With both his hands holding mine he leans forward, connecting our lips. It’s a short kiss laced with nothing but love and adoration.
As we lay on the couch, him asking about each individual tattoo I didn’t get to tell him about, everything just seems a lot easier. Like a big area that was previously dark has suddenly turned into the brightest point of our relationship.
“I need to get that key tattooed. It’s only appropriate.“ He says, his finger tracing the heart on my wrist.
“Or an ownership deal for it. That heart’s yours, you know.“ I laugh, lifting my arm to inspect the oldest painting on my body, “It’s your favorite one?”
“No.” he shakes his head, “This is my favorite one.” he leans down and kisses the heartbeat on my collar bone. “I’m so glad it started beating again.”
“I am too.“
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A Christmas with you~
Oh god...where do I begin, okay as of today Dec/24/2020, the movie We can be heroes isn’t out yet, so everything is just from my imagination, interactions, personalities and everything else that may sound slightly canon, it’s most certainly NOT canon.
I hate using ‘Y/n’ on reader inserts but this time I had to.
Thank you @din-damn-djarin for being my beta for this fic, I really, really appreciate it. Go check out her fics, I adore her Neigbor Marcus Pike series, it’s SO good.
This is a monster of a fic, where did so many words come from?
Hope you guys like it.
Thoughts are in italics
A Christmas with you~
Pairing: Marcus Moreno x f!reader
Summary: You’ve been in love with your best friend for years, what you don’t know is that he’s also in love with you. Could a little push from one cunning young girl help you both get together during the most wonderful time of the year? (sorry, still suck at summaries)
Warnings: Reader’s superhero name is “Striker”, why? Because my brain thought it sounded cool, I jump from POV to POV, one plotting child, best friends to lovers, a pair of pinning idiots and implicit spiciness.
Words: 7K something
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It was no secret to any of the members of the Heroics that you had no family to spend the holidays with.
In a way they were all your family, you were all a close-knitted team, but sometimes, it just wasn’t the same.
Then, there was Marcus and his daughter. He had been there from the moment you joined the team he became a very close friend, your best friend. Most of the time you got partnered with him, especially when it came to reconnaissance missions, you worked well together, you trusted each other and always had each other’s back.
Eventually, you began to feel differently towards him. You were no fool, you knew what you felt for him was definitely more than simple fondness, attachment or admiration. Your heart rate increased when he was close, his smile makes you smile, you would do anything for him, anything to keep him and his loved ones from harm’s way.
He’s always been so charming and handsome and a total gentleman. There had been times where you had wanted to take the first step, confess your feelings to him and see where that would take you, but you couldn’t; at first because he had been a married man about to become a father when you met him and then when his wife stopped being a part of the picture, well you just wanted to be there for him as a friend, he had enough on his plate raising Missy on his own, he didn’t need you to dump all of your feelings on him.
He was doing amazing on his own, but you wanted him. No, you wanted both of them, Marcus and Missy, to know that you would be there for them whenever they needed you. Besides, you were just friends, he’ll never see you as anything more.
“That will be all for today, everyone’s dismissed. I wish you all a happy Christmas eve and remember to keep your locators close, we all know how crime rates increase during this season. I'll see you again here until the 26th” Ms. Granada said, taking you out of your thoughts and officially ending the debrief meeting.
Every year, during the holidays, most of the team got a leave from duty, beginning early on Christmas eve, until the 26th; that was if no major crisis happened that required the whole team, otherwise only a handful of volunteers were left on patrol duty during those days.
Seeing as you’ve never celebrated the festivity, you always volunteered to be a part of the patrolling team. Not that your teammates had never invited you to spend Christmas with them and their families, they had done it on multiple occasions, not wanting you to be alone, time and time again you had reassured them that it was alright you didn't mind spending the night patrolling.
In truth, you always declined because you didn’t want to intrude, the celebration was all about family and spending time with loved ones, you knew your friends had good intentions but you just didn’t want to feel like you didn’t belong there, like you were invited to tag along out of pity.
Eventually, the invitations stopped coming your way, and while it hurt a bit that they gave up on you, you were also relieved for not being put on the spot again and again having to decline their generous offers.
But this year, unbeknownst to you, a scheme was beginning to brew inside the head of one young girl, to make you change your plans for the night.
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Missy wasn’t blind, she knew there was something between her father and Striker, even before she learned that her father was a superhero.
When she was younger, she had shipped his dad’s alter ego and Striker. They always looked so in-sync on the tv, like the perfect duo, but now that she gets to watch them both in real life? She had no doubts, they liked each other.
And it wasn’t just when they were in costume, Striker had always been around ever since she could remember, all of her birthday parties, her school festivals, even helping her dad every time some mom came up with the idea to have bake sales at school over and over again; what’s wrong with that woman?
She had noticed all the constant glances, the here and there ‘accidental’ brush of hands, even the full-on staring; just like right now, during the debrief, her father’s eyes kept straying from Ms. Granada to Striker and every single time he turned his attention back to the meeting before he could notice how Striker had been doing the same thing. Oh yeah, they were both pining for each other.
The problem was that they were SO stubborn, she’s been trying to bring it up to her dad, but he would immediately change the topic of the conversation with some question about school or any upcoming mission, it was frustrating!
She wanted him to be happy, she wanted both of them to be happy, and being superheroes was dangerous business, she wasn’t about to wait until something happened to either of them, as dramatic as that would be, for things to move forward. Like always, it was up to her to give them a push.
“You know, if you keep staring at her like that she’ll burst into flames.” One good thing that came with the pair of pinning adults was that the whole thing made them so easy to tease, and she loved to tease her father.
“I think you're mistaken, that would be something Lavagirl could probably do, not me sweetheart.” With a chuckle, Marcus puts a hand on her head to ruffle her hair. “Ready to go?” Changing the topic, again. This time she wasn’t about to let it go.
“Not yet. Actually, there’s something you haven’t done.” Missy crossed her arms in front of her chest.
“Oh, really?” Marcus smiled as he mimicked his daughter’s stance. “And what is that thing I haven’t done?” he said with amusement.
Missy smirked. “You haven’t asked Y/n if she wants to come home and celebrate with us. “The smile on Marcus' face disappeared, a stunned expression replacing it.
“What!?”
“Yeah, you should invite her, we can all have dinner together and maybe she can stay and open presents with us.”
“Uh…Missy, sweetheart I don’t think that’s a good-“
“Oh, come on, dad! It’ll be great! It’s not as if we’re doing something REALLY special tonight. Please?”
“Sweetheart, she’ll probably say no, you know she never comes to Christmas parties.” His hands moved from his chest to rest on his waist as he spoke.
“Which is why you should invite her over. We’re not throwing a party; it’ll be just the three of us. And even if she says no, you won't lose anything just by asking.”
He wouldn’t know what to do if she rejected him. How cliché of him to fall in love with his best friend.
He had slowly fallen for you, so much so that by the time he realized what was going on, he was already a goner.
He had always known how beautiful you were, your smile, the way it illuminated your whole face; your eyes, your nose, your lips. He noticed how you were always helping people, inside and outside your Heroic persona, he also noticed how you tried to dismiss your own worries, not wanting to ‘burden’ others with them.
If only you would let him do for you the same things you do for him. He would love nothing more than to share whatever problems weighted down on you. He also knew you never accepted invitations to any Christmas celebration, at first, he had thought maybe you were being shy, being the new member of the team and all that, but year after year you always declined every single invitation from your teammates, he had always hated the thought of you spending the holidays on your own, patrolling the city.
He had never tried to invite you himself, back when his wife was around, they had always traveled to her parent’s house so it was useless to ask you to tag along, and then, after she left, it had been difficult to even try to celebrate.
If he asked you to come to Christmas and you said no, if you rejected him…well what hope could he have that maybe, just maybe he could find the courage to confess his feelings. But the probability of them being unrequired scared him so much. Should he risk it all?
Missy didn’t need to be a telepath to know what her dad was thinking, he was thinking too much and that normally resulted in him chickening out, well this time she wouldn’t let him.
“Or do you actually like the idea of her spending Christmas patrolling the city in a cold night most likely on her own?” This time she copied her father’s stance, silently challenging him to a staring contest, she had this in the bag, her dad had never won a staring contest in his life.
“You can be so stubborn when you want to, little lady.” Marcus said after a few seconds, breaking eye contact.
“Who do you think I got it from?” She said with a self-satisfied smile on her face.
“Come here.” Marcus pulled her in a hug. “I love you; you know that?” he said, leaving a kiss on top of her hair.
“I know, I love you too. Now stop stalling and go ask her.”
“Okay, okay. Sheesh, you’re also bossy.” He squeezed her a little before letting go and walking towards y/n.
“It’s called leadership!” He shook his head laughing, well, at least he was doing something right, god knows raising Missy almost on his own hadn’t been easy.
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You had been waiting to see which teammates would be staying with you this year to agree upon a schedule, when you noticed Marcus approaching you, he stood in front of you with a wide smile making his adorable dimple appear.
“Hi there.” He greeted while rubbing his hands together, one of his nervous ticks.
“Hi there yourself, everything okay?” It was weird, you could see how tense he was and he kept shifting from foot to foot.
His eyes widened and his head kept moving as he nodded. “Yeah, yes, everything’s alright.”
“Okay.” Now this was a Marcus you didn’t get to see often. Normally he was so self-assured, he always carried himself with confidence, even in the face of danger. “Are you excited to go home and spend a whole day with Missy?”
“Of course, it’s been some time since we’ve had the chance to spend a whole day together.”
“I’m glad you got the chance, she’s been working so hard, you both have, you deserve some time off.”
And so do you. He thought.
“You know, you’re right, you should also take a break.” He frowned. Marcus could see the bags under your eyes. You had also been working harder, pulling more time than the others. You did this every year during this season and it always pained him, while everyone else went home to their families you didn’t even hang your suit and equipment for a night and a day off, no, you made sure to keep everyone safe.
“I don’t know, not many of us volunteer for patrol as it is, and I don’t have any plans for the night or tomorrow so, why not?” You looked down at your feet. It was the truth, why bother taking a break, only to go to a cold empty apartment? You could find a better use of your time like this.
Marcus, swallowed, steeling what little resolve he had, it was now or never.
“You know, we- Missy and I that is. We were wondering if…maybe, if you don’t have any other plans; and of course you can say no, but it’ll be great if you said yes, and it’s nothing formal-” You watched him with amusement as he kept rambling, “It would be just the three of us and well, pizza and movies and junk food, staying up until midnight and opening some presents. Don’t worry, you don’t have to actually bring anything, it’ll be fine with jus-“
Shit, why was he talking so much, and why wouldn’t his hands stop moving!? Something like this hadn’t happened to him in a freaking long while, since he first invited a girl he liked on a date, like twenty or so years ago!
Leave it to you to have this kind of effect on him, only you could reduce him to a babbling idiot, if this kept going on, he wouldn’t be able to actually ask you the question.
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Oh my god! What is he doing!? Missy stared at her dad as he kept talking and moving his hands around while you just looked at him with mirth and confusion.
She had to do everything in this family, didn’t she?
“Would you like to join us tonight and maybe even tomorrow?” Missy interrupted her dad before he could keep on talking.
Marcus hadn't been so grateful to his little girl than in that moment. “Umm, yeah, would you like to join us?” Marcus looked at you with a smile and hopeful eyes.
“Oh…OH!” You were speechless, you weren’t expecting an invitation this year, least of all an invitation from him. While it wasn’t weird for him to invite you to special occasions, he’s never once tried to invite you to spend Christmas with him. You always thought this time of year was special for him and that he preferred to spend it alone with Missy. “I-I…”
“Please say yes! It’d be fun, we just sit in front of the tv and watch movies while eating junk food!” Missy jumped in hugging you. She wasn’t scared to use her resources, every single one of them, if that meant that y/n agreed to the invite; she’d even use the puppy eyes if she had to, she had to exploit that one before it stopped working.
“I don’t know, we can’t leave the city defenseless…” Puppy eyes it was.
“Pretty please! I’m sure it’ll be fine, you always stay on duty, they can manage one year without you!”
Oh no, not the puppy eyes! You stared at Missy’s brown eyes, they looked so much like her father’s. You shifted your gaze from Missy to look at Marcus only to find him doing almost the same expression. God damn it! Not him too, he’s too old for that face to work, why is it working!?
What the hell, it’s not like you didn’t want to.
“Okay, I’ll join you guys”
“Yes! You’re the best, see ya later!!!” Missy gave your middle a squeeze before running out of the room, leaving you and Marcus staring after her.
“You mister are way too old to be pulling the puppy-eyed look, you should be ashamed.” You turned to see his smug face.
“I’ll keep using it for as long as it keeps working.”
“What a disgrace.”
“So umm, does six work for you?”
“Yeah, I’m just going to let the others know I won’t be a volunteer this year. See you then.” With a smile you gave Marcus a quick hug before approaching one of the members of the Heroics that, much like you, always volunteered and was the one in charge of making the schedule for patrol rounds.
“Yeah, see you.” Marcus said shaking his head, long after you had left his side. He needed to get a grip of himself, if not, he would have a long night waiting for him.
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Even if Marcus said not to bring anything, you hated arriving at a friend’s house empty handed, even if it was Marcus, especially if it was Marcus; so you made sure to grab a couple of things on the way to your apartment. Some bags of everyone’s favorite chip flavor and enough ingredients to make some cinnamon rolls.
You took a quick shower once the glaze was done and the cinnamon rolls were in the oven. With one towel around your body and another one around your hair; you stood in front of your dresser debating on what to wear.
It’s not like this was a date; as if. So why worry so much? Still, you kept on throwing clothes on your bed, you told yourself enough by the time you were seriously contemplating putting on a dress.
You put away the mess you made, leaving out a nice button up shirt and a pair of comfortable dress pants, the ones that had actual pockets, you finished your look with some comfortable boots, you were probably going to end up taking them off at some point so you also put on some cute Christmas themed fuzzy socks.
Satisfied with your choice, you decided to put on a baggy T-shirt to take the cinnamon rolls out of the oven and to prevent the glaze from dirtying your clothes when you poured it on the buns once they were cool enough.
You were fifteen minutes late by the time you got dressed, packed everything up, and grabbed the presents for Marcus and Missy that you had wrapped up a week ago. You send Marcus a message saying that you were on your way.
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Marcus went into full panic mode when they got home an hour and a half away from the time he told you to arrive, they lost too much time lining up to pay at the supermarket, he insisted on going once he remembered he was out of your favorite candy, he also got a bag of chocolates and some sodas.
For a moment he contemplated getting some beers, but soon dismissed the idea, he wasn’t that much of a drinker and he didn’t like to drink in front of his daughter. Besides this wasn’t a date, of any kind, just his daughter and best friend; who he had been in love with for a long time now, spending some quality time together.
Shit, he forgot about the pizza!
“Missy, go take a shower and change into something more comfortable but nice and then come give me a hand, we need to set everything up in the living room” He said as he dialed the number from the pizza place the three of you loved.
Missy took the grocery bags to the kitchen before doing what her father asked her to do, but in reverse, that way there was a chance that you would arrive while she was still getting ready leaving the two of you alone for a few minutes.
She opened the chocolate and candy bags dumping the contents into two different small bowls, she listened as her father finished ordering the pizza on her way to the living room where they had a slightly bigger tv than the one in front of the breakfast table, she left the bowls on the coffee table in the middle.
“Missy, I thought I asked you to do something else before setting everything up.”
“I know, but we’ll finish faster this way, you need to take a shower too. Can you get the glasses from the cupboard?”
He sighed but went to the kitchen to get the aforementioned glasses.
“Hey, did you order the potato wedges?” Missy asked, taking one of the soda bottles and putting it inside the fridge.
“Yup.” Marcus answered, passing her the second bottle. “Give me a hand with the plates please.” He bumped her with his hip as he passed her.
They inspected their work for a moment before going to their respective rooms to get ready, Missy decided to take her time choosing her clothes, she even contemplated whether it’d be too much to take a bath instead of a shower.
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Never before, in his whole life, had he gotten ready for ANYTHING as fast as today. He almost pulled out a suit from his closet before doing a double-take and grabbing a nice shirt, some black denim pants, and his favorite sneakers.
He decided to forgo any kind of hair product and only dabbled a little bit of cologne on his wrist and neck. On his way to the living room, he stopped by Missy’s room to knock on her door.
“Are you ready darling?”
“Not yet!” Was her muffled response.
“Okay, I’ll be in the living room, take your time but remember we’ll have a special guest over.” A special guest? Come on Marcus, she’s been here multiple times before, she’s like part of the family, maybe not in the way he wished her to be but still.
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“Okay, dad!” A special guest!? Really!? He was hopeless, did he even notice how obvious he was? Why hadn’t he done something about it yet? Y/n could easily slip through his fingers by the time he decided to actually make a move. She needed to up her game.
Marcus kept staring at the clock as it read five minutes past six, leg bouncing. Maybe his clock was wrong, maybe he didn’t put the right hour, maybe it was forward by a few minutes.
God, he was a mess, he needed to calm down, it was just Y/n, his best friend; she’s hung out with them before, on multiple occasions, except…well she wasn’t JUST Y/n, she never was and never would be.
She was everything, she became everything to him in such a short time that sometimes it scared him. If he had to be truly honest with himself, he needed to admit that he began to fall for her the moment they met, he fought against it for years, he was married with a baby on the way for god’s sake.
He had loved his wife and he would’ve never cheated on her, but he also couldn’t deny the connection he felt with you from day one, he had never felt something even remotely close to it with anyone else.
If things had been different, he would have told you about his feeling’s way sooner, he had been selfish, he knew he couldn’t afford to lose you, he lost his wife, Missy lost her mother, he couldn’t lose you too if you didn’t feel the same, that would’ve destroyed him when Missy needed him more than ever.
So, instead he kept it silent, holding on to the hope that maybe, someday, he’d be able to act upon his feelings for you.
He was startled by his phone chiming in his pocket, the first thing he noticed was the hour, quarter past six; and the second, your message. ‘I’m on my way.’
He sighed, you would be there soon, could he maybe try to hint at something tonight? Well, if he didn’t, maybe he could bring ‘that’ out.
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Fifteen more minutes later you were finally ringing Marcus’ house doorbell, not for the first time, you were happy with the proximity of your apartment complex to his house.
“Hey! Why didn’t you use your key?” Marcus' smiling face greeted you. “Oh, I see why.” You were holding a container in one hand, balancing two gift boxes on top and the cloth bag with the chips in the other.
“I kind of couldn’t even if I wanted to.” You laughed.
“I told you, you didn’t have to bring anything but yourself; here, let me help you.” He took the container with the cinnamon rolls from your hands. “Come on in.”
“As if you didn’t know me Marcus, I never come here with empty hands.” You followed Marcus to the kitchen after closing the door behind you.
“This thing is warm, what’s inside?” he had left the bag and the container on the counter, he also put the boxes aside.
“Well, you have two options, you can try to guess or you can open it.” You said with a smile, taking the bags of chips out to fold the bag they were in.
“I know it’s warm, is it something sweet?” so guessing it was, you loved to play this kind of game with him every time you brought baked goods.
“Yes.”
“Can I smell it? Am I allowed to do that?” he asked, eyebrows raised and a big smile on his face.
You faked a thoughtful look before nodding. Marcus lifted the container close to his face and took a deep breath.
“Cinnamon?” His eyes opened wide in delight. “No way, don’t tell me! Are these, you brought cinnamon rolls!? Holy sheesh!”
You laughed at him, you knew he loved cinnamon rolls so you made them as often as you could, you even gave him the recipe but he claimed that they just didn’t taste the same when he made them himself. You thought he was just too impatient to make them and preferred to just eat them.
He opened the container to keep the bread from getting soggy because of the condensation inside it.
“My god! They look delicious, I swear could kiss you right now!” What!?
FUUUUCK!!! YOU IDIOT! WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY!!!! he froze up, there was a moment of silence between the two of you before it was thankfully interrupted by the doorbell.
“The pizza is here! Just in time.” He said with maybe too much enthusiasm. The delivery guy deserved a big tip, he just unknowingly saved his ass.
Did you hear correctly? Did he say kiss? That’s what he said, right?
No, well yes, he did say it, but he probably didn’t mean it like, well...THAT. It was just an expression, he was overjoyed you brought him food and you were just thinking too much into things. Yeah, that was it, you were thinking too much.
“I heard the pizza arrived! Don’t start without me!” You shook your head, clearing your thoughts as Missy appeared around the corner. “Hi y/n!”
“Hi Missy.” You opened your arms towards her for a hug that she walked right into.
“You got chips, nice. Wait do I smell cinnamon rolls!?” Like father, like daughter.
“Ah-ah-ah! Don’t touch those, little lady. Those are for later.” Marcus said stepping into the kitchen. “Now, come on, I left the pizza on the coffee table.”
“But dad, they’re WARM.” Missy argued, stressing out the last word.
“Don’t you think it also hurts me to leave them there? We can reheat them later in the oven.” Marcus said with his hands on his hips. Missy looked like she wanted to say something more, so you decided to cut in.
“Mis, why don’t you take the gifts I brought and put them under the tree? We’ll be there in a minute.” You said handing her the boxes.
“Okay, but I get to pick the first movie!” Both of you watched as she walked out.
“I swear this girl.” Marcus huffed running a hand through his hair.
“Don’t you dare finish that thought Moreno, you’re just as bad as her when it comes to your precious buns.” You said shaking your head.
You hear him gasp as you walk to the fridge, knowing he probably stashed the drinks there. “You wound me!”
“Uh huh, let’s go before she decides to start eating without us.” You grabbed one of the cold bottles of soda inside the fridge and made your way towards the living room. “Don’t forget to bring the chips.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Together you made your way to the living room.
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Missy decided to sit on the carpeted floor right in front of the coffee table, that way her dear pining love birds would be forced to share the loveseat.
“What took you so long? I hope the big box is for me, also I already picked a movie.”
“Don’t be impatient, you’ll find out soon.” You said as you ruffled her hair a little, leaving the bottle of soda on the table close to the glasses.
“Oh no. Sweetheart, we forgot to move the couch.”
“It’s okay dad, you two can have the loveseat, besides this way I’ll be closer to the snacks.” Don’t be suspicious Missy, you don’t want to ruin this perfect chance. Phase one, getting them to sit together: complete, phase two is on hold.
“You sure you don’t mind darling?”
“Nope, can I start the movie?”
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Oh god, they were going to be really close to one another.
Calm down, Moreno. You’re fine, this is fine. It’s your best friend. He reminded himself for the millionth time that day.
He didn’t know what was wrong with him, maybe it was because this was your first Christmas with them and all the domestic stuff was getting to him.
He turned to look at you “After you.” He said gesturing towards the loveseat with his hands.
“Thank you. What are we watching Missy?”
“First Home alone, The Santa Clause, Arthur Christmas; you know, the classics with a touch of new stuff.”
“Let’s begin then.” Everyone sat in their respective places with a plate and a slice of pizza.
As the evening progressed, he found himself using the ‘stretching move’ to put his arm around you, when he noticed you weren’t bothered by it, he willed his body to relax and enjoy the company of his favorite people in the world.
As the movies kept playing on the screen and the snacks disappeared little by little. You felt yourself get more comfortable.
For a moment you let your imagination run wild; for a moment you let yourself believe this was a normal occurrence, family movie nights, cuddling with Marcus on the loveseat, going to sleep beside him afterward, waking up beside him, help him raise Missy…
You needed to stop this, as wonderful as everything sounded inside your head you knew none of that would become a reality.
“Okay, it’s getting late,” You got startled by Marcus nudging you softly with his shoulder before pausing the movie, you hadn’t even realized you leaned into him “don’t think that I’ll forget about your bedtime just because Y/n is here.”
“But dad!”
“No, come on, let’s open some presents and then I want you to go get ready for bed. I can see your head nodding from here, you’re tired, go on choose one.”
Phase two: Leave the love birds alone, has officially begun. Missy thought, wishing for her dad to finally take the opportunity to climb that last step. Phase three of her plan, officially having you as a mom, depended on it.
“Okay,” Missy said pretending to be disappointed “Y/n, which one is mine? The big one?”
“Sorry Mis, It’s actually the small one.”
“Oh.”
“’Oh’? What’s that supposed to mean? Don’t you have faith in me?”
“I do, but what cool stuff could possibly be wrapped in such a small box?”
“You’ll see once you open it, sweetheart.” Marcus left the remote control on the table and returned to his previous position on the loveseat, arm around you and all.
Both of you watched as Missy broke the wrapping paper and opened the wooden box taking out what looked like a smart watch from inside it.
“Oh! It’s one of those cool watches!” Missy exclaimed with surprise.
“Yes and no.” you said, leaning in towards her.
“what do you mean?”
“This one’s special, see I got Tech-no to make it especially for you. It does work like any other smart watch, but you’ll be able to use this one even if you don’t have a Wifi connection or aren’t close to any phone tower.”
“What!? How!?”
“It’s linked into one of the Heroics main recon satellites, it has a GPS function that’ll show you the map and your location no matter where you are, it also has the emergency button. It’ll alert your dad, me, or the Heroics mission control station. It has many more functions, I think, but that’s all I remember. Tech-no included a manual, you’ll get it once you turn it on. Oh yeah! Almost forgot, aside from being able to use conventional charging cables, I don’t know how but he also included solar panels.”
“OMG! I can’t believe it!! It’s the best gift ever!! Thank you!!!” Missy jumped from her place on the floor to tackle you in a hug.
“You’re welcome, I thought it could come in handy now that you’re in the saving the world business with us.” You said with a laugh.
“Hey, Missy, you still want the big box? We can exchange.” Marcus said with raised eyebrows.
“No way! This is mine, I’m gonna go charge it. Thankyousomuch, goodnight, bye.” With that Missy took off running towards her room.
“Hey, don’t forget to brush your teeth!” He reminded her.
“I won’t!”
You both heard the door to her room slam close.
“Wow Y/n, you didn’t have to.”
“It’s no big deal Marcus, you know how much I love her, and I worry. She’s too much like you.” You said staring at him.
“Wha-what’s that supposed to mean?” He said feigning offense.
“I mean it in a good way! She’s kind and selfless, headstrong, brave, and so intelligent. What we do is dangerous, and now that she's exposed to it, well, knowing her she won’t stay behind anymore. All we can do is give her the tools to keep herself and her team as safe as possible.”
Could you be any more perfect? He knew you loved his daughter, it’s always been clear to him, but could she love him just as much?
“You know now I have to try and top that gift next year, right? There’s no way anything I got her this one is going to top yours.” He said with the most serious face he could muster.
“That was the point.” You answered with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.
“Mala.” he said, squinting his eyes at you.
“You think I’m bad!?” you gasped, “I’ll show you bad mister.” You stand up from your seat, you walk in your Christmas themed socks; boots long forgotten in favor of comfort; towards the tree to take the gift you brought for him. “No present for you, I’m going to keep it.” You said smugly .
“Now that’s not fair.”
“Oh, I think it is.”
“Alright, alright, I’m sorry.” He apologized.
“What? What did you say? I couldn’t hear you.”
“I said I’m sorry, oh benevolent woman! Goddess of the amazing Christmas presents! I kneel before you.”
“You’re ridiculous.” You laughed at him.
“The things I have to do for a present.”
“You didn’t really kneel.”
“You serious?” he asked flabbergasted.
“No. Now open your gift before I change my mind.”
Marcus eagerly tore the paper apart, revealing a thinner wooden box than the one Missy received. Inside, Marcus found an old throwing knife.
You stared at him, holding your breath as he opened the gift, it wasn’t some cutting edge piece of tech, but you knew how much that knife meant to him.
He was speechless, he instantly recognized it the moment his eyes laid on the engravings of the blade, this had been one of his father’s throwing knives. While not exactly a superhero, his father had served in the army as part of a special secret division. He had preferred knives instead of guns. And he taught Marcus everything he knew about them, that was the reason he had chosen to fight with swords, in memory of his father.
But how, how could you have gotten hold of one of his knives, they had been lost during his last mission.
“I-I, how-” He swallowed hard “How did you find it?”
“Well, I remembered what you told me, about your dad, what he did and a-about your dad’s last mission and well, remember last time I took some days off a few months ago? I did some research and found the town he had gone to. I asked around and I found this old lady, she treated your father’s wounds at some point during his mission and he tried to pay her by giving her one of his knives, she never sold it. I told her about you and well, she insisted on returning the blade to you.” You finished your tale a little bit breathless, he became really quiet when he opened the box.
He couldn’t believe you remembered that, it’s been so long since he told you about his father.
Had it been a mistake to search for the blade? Did you overstep? Maybe you should have told him before going on that trip.
“Marcus, I’m sorr-” One moment you were trying to apologize to him and the next you were being enveloped in a pair of strong arms.
“Thank you.” He said breathless, leaving a kiss on top of your head. “This means so much to me.” You just smiled and hugged him back.
You stayed like that, relishing in the feeling of his arms around you, holding you tight to his chest.
This woman, this wonderful, amazing, beautiful woman… fuck it, he knew what he had to do.
You felt a pang of sadness and longing as Marcus’ arms began to retreat from around you.
“Wait here. I-I need to go get something.” You watched as he left the box with his gift on the table, stood from his seat and disappeared around a corner.
Calm down, calm down, it was just a hug. You told yourself.
Marcus came back to sit beside you a minute or so later holding a small baby blue box with a white ribbon on top in his hands.
“I-I’ve been waiting for the right moment to give you this. It’s nothing like what you gave us but…I hope you like it.” He reached for your hands and left the box in your palms.
Upon a closer look, you noticed the box came from a jewelry store, an expensive one at that. You opened it carefully, not wanting to damage the little box. Inside the box, lying on a silky looking piece of fabric, you saw a beautiful heart shaped golden locket, there was a flowery design with some vines on the surface giving it some texture.
“Marcus!” You gasped. “You didn’t have to; this must’ve been really expensive.”
“Go ahead, open it.” You did as he said not lifting the heart from its silky bed. Inside, you found a small picture of Marcus, Missy and you.
You remembered that one was taken during Missy’s birthday last year, in the picture the three of you were laughing, your faces dirty with cake frosting from the small war that took place moments before his mother had taken the picture without them noticing.
“Marcus! This is beautiful, thank you so much!” You were about to hug him when he raised a hand to stop you.
“There’s more.” You were confused, he was acting a bit strange, you noticed he was tense as you looked from him and back to the necklace. “Turn it around.”
Once more you did what he said, closing the locket you took it in your palm noticing something engraved into it. On the back you found that it was indeed engraved. It read:
‘For the holder of my heart~’
It’s now or never. He held his breath as he watched you read the words. He began to worry when you didn’t show any kind of reaction.
“What?” you whispered, it can’t be, could this mean, did he, what?
“I-I was going to wait to give it to you, I had this elaborate plan, I wanted to ask you out, take you to a nice restaurant, then maybe we’d go to a park or something. I also thought of giving it to you on your birthday, but then we got kidnapped by aliens and I lost the courage, because what if I ruined everything? What if I ruined our friendship just because I fell in love and you didn’t feel the same? Then things would’ve become awkward and we’d stop hanging out and eventually we would’ve become strangers and I never want that to happen, I want you, I want you in my life, in our lives and I can’t imagi-”
“Marcus.” You interrupted him. “You love me?”
“More than anything.”
“How long?”
“Long time now.” You nodded slowly. Your brain still trying to process everything he just said, but mainly repeating ‘he loves me!’ over and over again.
“Can you... help me put it on?” you gesture to the necklace still in your hands.
He nodded, taking it in his hands as you turned around for him. He didn’t understand what was happening, you were still here, you asked him for his help to put his gift on, so that was something good, right?
“Done.” He said stunned as you turned around to face him with the biggest most beautiful smile he’s ever seen.
“You love me?” You asked again. Your voice, now full of emotion, a stark contrast from the flat one you used a moment ago.
“Yes.”
“You really, really love me?” now he was getting confused.
“Yes Y/n, I love you, you and only you.”
“Good. Because I love you too.” He barely had time to react before your lips were on his and just like that, time stopped, right there, in that moment, there was only you, the feeling of your lips on his, the pounding of his heart, the feeling of your hands, your fingers as they carded through his hair.
He couldn’t get enough of you. He pulled you closer to him until you ended up straddling his lap, his hands on your hips, your lips moving in perfect sync with his as if it wasn’t the first time you kissed. His senses overwhelmed by you and how you made him feel.
Suddenly, you leaned back, ending the kiss with a smack; much too soon for his liking; leaving you both a panting mess.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamt of you saying that, of you feeling the same way.” You said breathless, giving him a small peck when you finished talking.
“Oh, honey-is, is it okay if I call you that?”
“It’s more than ‘okay’ Marcus.” You said laughing.
“I’m glad, because I’ve been dying to call you all kinds of beautiful names. And me too, honey; I’ve imagined countless times telling you how I feel about you. I’m so sorry it took me this long to tell you.” He pulled you in, claiming your mouth again, in a kiss more intense than the first one making you moan. You felt his tongue lick your lips, silently asking for entrance, letting go of your inhibitions you let him explore the insides of your mouth, your own tongue tangling with his.
This time he ended the kiss, making you whine from the loss of contact.
“I want you, but tell me to stop, and I will.” He whispered in your ear, “Tell me if it’s too soon and I’ll stop.” he sucked on your earlobe before leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, alternating between kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin there.
“Don’t you dare stop Marcus.” you gasped, “Don’t you think we’ve waited long enough?” you asked as you ground your hips against his earning a groan in response.
He returned to your lips for one more hungry kiss before outright growling “Hold on tight, honey. Let’s take this somewhere more comfortable.” His hands slid from your hips to your ass, supporting you as he stood from the cushions making you squeal in surprise. Your arms went around his neck as you tried not to fall backward.
“Marcus! Warn me next time.” You admonished him “What about Missy? What if she hears us?” You ask as he begins to walk towards the part of the house you knew led to the bedrooms.
“That’s why we’re going to my room, so we don’t have to worry, it’s soundproofed. Now like you said, we’ve waited long enough.” He squeezed your ass before latching his lips on your neck again.
~~~~~~~~~~~
He stirred awake, with the feeling of your hand drawing mindless patterns on his naked chest. With a smile, he remembered what happened last night when he finally confessed to you, and what happened after as well.
He let his eyes open, slowly, letting them adjust to the little morning light that managed to seep through the curtains. He turned his head to look at you, your head resting on the hand that wasn’t drawing shapes on his chest.
He smiled at you, lifting one of his hands to hold yours, lifting it from his chest to place a kiss on your knuckles.
“Hey. Merry Christmas.” You greeted him with a smile.
“Merry Christmas indeed. Did you sleep well, honey?” he asked, lowering your hand in his and resting it on his chest right over his heart.
“Better than ever.” You gazed into each other’s eyes for a moment before leaning in at the same time to share a sweet, slow kiss.
“I wish we could stay like this forever.” He mumbled against your lips.
“Who would save the world if we did?” You managed to ask between little pecks to his lips.
“I bet the others can do it just fine.”
“Okay, well, who would keep Missy out of trouble?”
“Yeah, I don’t think either of us can keep her from that.” he stared at you, before saying your name. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Marcus.”
You stayed in bed, in each other’s arms, until one of you remembered that neither of you turned off the tv last night, and he remembered the cinnamon rolls had been left on the counter in the kitchen.
Once dressed, Marcus in his pajamas and you in one of his shirts (that almost made the both of you stay in bed longer) and a pair of pants that he let you borrow to keep you comfortable, you set out to clean the living room.
When that was done, you set to work together inside the kitchen preparing breakfast for everyone, reheating the cinnamon rolls and making fresh coffee.
The two of you were soon joined by Missy, whose only reaction to the two of you being now together-together was a very happy, very exasperated ‘Finally!’.
He looked at his little family with a smile on his face as he sat down on the table. He could finally say that this Christmas he finally received what he’s always wished for, what he’s been yearning to have for years.
Your heart.
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↬genre: slice of life; fluff ; crack; hint of a love triangle ; loads of tension.
↬characters: jealous!wen junhui x reader | support: kim mingyu (plays a big role)
↬w.c: 4K
↬author`s note: sorry for the delay but this is basically junhui making your knees weak or you just want to beat his ass. this fic can go two ways―it`s yours to decide. also this is a re-write because the last attempt wasn`t reaching my heart. so i`m writing this again :) hope you enjoy this read! (btw i would strongly suggest you to read mingyu`s version before you jump onto this)
↬synopsis: there are 13 boys who lives in your town where each of them have each of their own colours. some you know in person & some from afar so one day you sat down deciding to describe each of their colours absorbing all of their goodness and all of their flaws. you wondered what if someone in some other town ever thought of questioning when they looked at these boys, that―what if we lived in the same town?
☍ seungcheol | jeonghan | joshua | junhui | soonyoung | wonwoo | jihoon | seokmin | mingyu | minghao | seungkwan | vernon | chan
[03:37 PM] [meet him at the dawn & he`ll take you to places you`ve never seen]
―standing opposite of the road, that day you saw him getting out of the newly opened chinese restaurant of the town. he was wearing a white shirt with two of the top buttons undone, the edges carelessly tucked in a freshly washed denim jeans to wind up with it. dashing as always, junhui had spared a listless glance at you and with his shoulders wide, he tucked his palms into both of his jean`s pockets.
you, on the other hand, didn`t smile at him but rather let your eyes widen a bit unconsciously. in split second, when you realized what had happened, you retreated back from keeping any kind of eye contact with him.
from the corner of your eyes, you could somehow make out that he was clearly smirking on his own. his little smirk was so palpable that it traverse through the air stirring up something in you along with the sudden heat splashing across your cheeks & neck. that feeling didn`t leave your body and waited a long time to fade until you finally reached back home.
you didn`t know much about junhui, as a matter of fact. surely you`ve seen him once in a while but that was it. you didn`t know what kind of person he was exactly apart from the fact that he was extremely beautiful. he was, if you weren`t mistaken, quite a silent heartthrob of the town.
he also, isn`t the type to talk much. that is to say, you have never seen him talk whenever you`ve spotted him on the street or anywhere in the local market. he didn`t study at your school and his place too, was far from your own so spotting him at your street wasn`t a regular thing until one fine day it happened out of nowhere.
you were out to go rent some dvd because the dvd player had been sitting under dust for a long time at your place. it was one of those day when iconic black and white movies which both you and your mother were equally fond of clenches you two in its tight hold so she gave you a little push to go grab some mutual favourites from the dvd rent shop down the street.
wearing a soft pink shorts and a white shirt typically bigger for your built, you walked out of your place to the dvd rent shop. swinging both of your arms on your side, you did a few little skips while walking. it was quite evident that you were in good spirit and why shouldn`t you be? a movie night and your mother was making your favourite dish tonight being the combo treat is not something of a regular thing in this household.
long after walking, you stood in front of the shop. keeping your eyes on the open sign, you push the door inside and soon you heard a peal of laughter already filling up the shop to the brim of it.
the laughter was as if it welcomed you to the shop but for some reason, you could recognize a single voice among the two.
you stop for a second, slowing down the motion of you closing the door and kept on listening to the laughters. in the slip of a quick second, you recognized it to be mingyu`s but you couldn`t see him right away.
whipping your head around, you tried detecting the direction from which it came until you heard a cough from the part-timer and the growing string of your attention rips right then.
bowing a bit to the part-timer who worked at the cash counter, you slowly walked through the shelves filled with all kind of dvds. your ears were perked up at the sound of giggles and laughter now a little bit on a lower note.
the part-timer probably sent the owner of those laughters a warning glance to maintain the silence.
you, on the other hand, still couldn`t find the movie you were looking for. walking listlessly, your eyes staring up and down the rows of shelves soon your back makes a sudden contact with something hard and warm.
for a moment you thought it would be mingyu and a lift at the corner of your mouth surfaces.
turning your neck around, you had to crane it up a bit to look at whom you stumbled upon considering in your head you thought it would be mingyu probably playing around with you and with his gigantic height your actions were sort of a reflex.
but as soon as you realized whom you stumbled onto, you quickly turned around and jumped three feet away from him.
“oh?”, with wide eyes junhui watches you jump back and then as he leans a bit by putting up one of his palm, he finally greets you, “hi.” the wide of his eyes cease within seconds replacing them into soft creases around the corners.
his voice carried an essence of mirth and from the looks of it, he clearly recognized you considering he has seen you quite a few times ― sometimes even when you`re not aware of his presence.
you bow a bit and give him a crooked smile although your eyes were so nervous, it couldn`t keep a single second of contact with his own until your eyes fixated on something familiar―it was the head peaking from behind junhui―of mingyu`s.
a wave of relief ran through your system as you, instead of returning junhui`s wave, put up your own palm and greeted mingyu. your friend`s eyes turn into crescents as he comes from behind the boy you just met and places his own palm against yours. you smiled up at him and he returns it as always.
seeing how junhui was left behind, mingyu turned around and stood next to you while placing his arm around your shoulder. a very familiar act. nothing you should be surprised of at this point.
“jun, meet_____, she lives across my street.”
you bow at junhui again. but in your head, you were wondering how did mingyu know him. at school, you`ve not really seen him around your friend and you, yourself haven`t really seen him that much. but without any further wait, mingyu answers the said question in your head.
“_____ meet wen junhui. he got transferred to our school few weeks ago and has newly joined the basketball team last week! have you seen him?”
“ah no―i think?” you answer back very unsure of your fading memory.
“mingyu said that you are quite a regular at the bleachers cheering for this buddy right here,” junhui speaks up for a first time after all this while. he pointed at mingyu while he utters those last words.
you flushed a bit at the mention of you being at the bleachers while you watch mingyu play. but it`s just, you are always there to support your friend. you don`t really make any sound while you`re at it though. most days, you just sit back and watch mingyu play. it`s not a secret that you very much adore his basketball skills.
“it`s nothing really..,” you squeeze out a carefree laughter although it ended up sounding like a nervous one, “i just…watch and,” with a shrug you continue, “maybe clap sometimes.”
junhui only chuckles as you finish. it looked like as if he caught you in your act. it really wasn`t looking nice for you now but at least you had mingyu`s arm around you so you stopped feeling a bit out of place, plus junhui was clearly a stranger. why must you care so much for what he thought?
“but even that bit is enough. after all, ______ & me, we`ve been friends since childhood. our mothers are best friends too! we even get to have weekly get-togethers every sundays.”
as new information for junhui`s ear comes to surface, you quickly looked over at him who now wore an indifferent expression as if somewhat a spark of jealousy lay across his chest. but when he saw you looking at him, he caught your gaze with his warm ones with that very recognizable smirk climbing onto his mouth making you think that he is clearly skilled at hiding his sudden change of emotions.
you stare at him for a good few seconds, feeling yourself getting braver as you have already caught him slip his cool awhile ago. clearly, in junhui`s head, he really didn`t want mingyu to continue so he spoke up.
“that`s good to know. but the question is will i get an invite someday?” he was asking mingyu the question but his eyes were all on you and at the same time he was observing how mingyu`s attention never faltered from upon your face.
you finally looked up to meet with your friend`s eyes on you and with one of his brows perked up, mingyu asked you as you did so, “that sounds good, doesn`t it? we should talk to our mothers for a permission though?”
you nod and add, “sure, that doesn`t sound bad. the more the merrier.”
absolutely not, you think back in your head, you definitely don`t like lots of people around you. no offense to junhui but you`re not exactly good with strangers or people in general.
“and what about cheering for me sometimes at the bleachers sometimes?” junhui leans against the shelf lightly and breaks the on-going conversation between you and mingyu with a sudden heated question.
“ayyyy that she will do of course. every friend of mine is _____`s friend so of course she`ll cheer for you, jun. although i`m a little special so i`ll get more cheers, right?” mingyu bent down and moved his face infront of you with the silliest smile on his face.
this boy, you thought, you`re really enjoying this, aren’t you?
you wanted mingyu to read your eyes but you were unsure if he was just putting up an act or simply being oblivious.
you close your eyes a bit and put up a pressed smile on your face as you thought about how mingyu clearly didn`t understand what junhui was trying to do here and on top of all that, he didn`t even let you speak before jumping onto answering the question for you.
you thought, maybe that`s what friends do. clearly, you were wrong in this.
“hahaha, sure, i mean why not―although i don`t know how much me cheering will help. i don`t even cheer, i just, like i said,” you huffed and leaned a bit to your side after turning your attention from mingyu`s child-like expression to junhui`s attentive ones, “i only sit and watch.”
junhui mirrors your act of leaning and replies.
“that`s very much enough.”
the line that forms on his lips gives his cheeks a lift. his eyes looks pure and yet with that built, you couldn`t really pinpoint what you should be feeling.
you didn`t know if you wanted to laugh or cry right at that moment. he was clearly copying mingyu right there but he added a little bit of his own spice in it.
you only nodded and smiled through the dilemma and made sure there`s nothing on your face that would give you how hot and bothered you were with just the presence of junhui infront of you.
“anyway,” gently pushing mingyu by his shoulders who was previously bending down to look at you face to face, “i need to get some dvds. so can i….look for them now?” raising your brows, you trail off looking at both of the boys as they nod and give you the space to choose.
but mingyu`s arm remained on your shoulder as you walked towards the shelf and junhui―he only moved away from his previous spot a bit. so now that you were standing in front of the shelf of dvds, you were stuck in-between two clearly much taller for their age boys.
sighing microscopically, you reached out your arm and pulled out a dvd of a sleeper-hit movie from decades ago―one of yours and your mother`s favorite.
“_____ you like this movie too?” junhui asks suddenly. his voice sounded slightly different this time. also, the sudden slip of your name from his mouth caught you by surprise for a moment. this was actually the first time he called you by your name if you could recall every interaction with him.
eventually, this particular moment resurfaces once in a while when junhui crosses your head sometimes.
“hmm, i do! you….” you reply.
“same, i do like it too―actually, it`s my mother`s favourite and―”
“mine too! it`s my mother`s favourite too!” you cut him off, declaring right away with an excitement in your tone with a sudden sense of familiarity very loud in the air between both of you.
junhui only blinks. his eyes a little bit wide and the smile which was now less smirk-like climbs on his mouth.
“ohhh junhui, both you & _____ have some similar taste, huh?” mingyu and his annoying self chirped in, which you obviously didn`t pay any heed to. you only replied with a “is that something very interesting to you?” but only in your head.
as if mingyu was about to reply, you turned around to look up at jun and let him continue clearly ignoring mingyu and his big mouth.
seeing how now your attention is all on him, junhui skipped the previous act of smile and giggled and if you could clearly remember it`s been a long time you`ve heard such a sweet giggle in a while.
“ah well i`ve watched it once with her when it was on television one day. i love the story of the leads and how even though they had to face all those hurdles, they didn`t falter in their discipline and way of life. it was…uplifting to me, i guess? staying grounded. loved that.”
“i understand. the feelings are mutual.”
this time the smile was genuine. you were glad that this time you weren`t nervous, that you could smile without stuttering through your thoughts although everything about junhui was distracting you. from his handsome built, his face to now having been discovered his soft giggle (it kept on replaying on your head for some unknown reason) and him, being this close to you right now wasn`t helping at all.
“that sounds very deep.” mingyu states. this time both you and junhui hum at the same time at him, not ignoring him.
“so did your mother tell you to rent it or….?” junhui asks.
“no, well, actually yes―both me and my mother thought of having a movie night. the dvd player at home is gathering only dust so we thought to have some good use of it.”
“oh so auntie must be making some good foods too, right?” this time mingyu joins in.
“ah yes, she `s making my favourite dish,” you spare him a glance before replying back.
“ah then what should i pick up…now that _____ has already picked up one from my bucket list today.”
junhui gifted you a look from the corner of his eyes while the well-known smirk adorned the corner of his mouth and he strolls across the makeshift corridor in-between the two large shelves softly drumming his fingertips on each of the spines of dvds placed in order.
“ah i`m sorry if you want you can keep it,” you brush off mingyu`s arm around your shoulder and walk a little bit towards junhui, “i can take some others, it`s not like this is the only one i needed anyway.”
the boy whom you just got to know spun on his heels with his arms now behind him crossed and he leans in to come closer to your face. a little bit closer and you could feel his breathe over you.
“same goes for me but _____what if we make a deal?”
“a deal?” you question him, curiosity hitting you from behind.
junhui hums.
“tell me about it.”
“what if you give me the dvd after you & auntie,” junhui looks at mingyu for a second, his eyes mischievous as he uses your friend`s addressing term for your mother and continues after placing his gaze upon you once again, “finish watching the movie and i pay for both of our rentals.” his focus on you remained until the end, or maybe a little bit after that. his eyes burned into you and you felt like you couldn`t run away from them, yet.
you were not going to lie but this proposal came like a shock. the giving of the said dvd in question to junhui after you`ll be done with it wasn`t the main shocker at all―it was the fact that he was offering to pay for both his and yours rental for this dvd.
suddenly, you heard mingyu`s footsteps from behind you. junhui straightens his back and watches your friend coming close to you. he only shrugs when he looks down at you. you didn`t know what kind of expression mingyu wore but you wish it was nothing major.
“oi jun―” you close your eyes right then and exhale before turning around your body to face your friend but mingyu cut you off, although you don`t know if it was intentional or just simple coincidence, “are you hitting on ______? dude you just met her.”
there you go. that`s it. just what you were fearing.
clearly, his voice had a certain strain at the back of his throat but he covered it up with his playful voice. a voice which carried a laughter which could be both mockery or sound as fake as possible. you didn`t know if junhui noticed it but being grown up with mingyu since toddler days, you could make it out very well.
you put your palms on top the denim clad chest of your friend, calming down whatever you wanted to calm down.
at the same time, you only heard junhui chuckle behind you. you couldn`t make out if it was an evil one or a natural one but the smug on his face was evident in his voice.
“hey it`s fine.” you say, your voice wasn`t reaching the octave you intended.
“looks like big boy`s a little jealous that me & ____ are hitting it off as good friends already?”
“it`s not about being good friends….hitting on someone and being good friends is different.”
“i was just trying to put on a good impression on her, gyu.” junhui, this guy , he was clearly enjoying this. but if his intentions were good then you didn`t see any problem with it.
“i don`t mind that at all but just so you know, _____ isn`t someone who`ll sway that easily. she`s a tough nut to crack.”
you almost laughed at mingyu`s words―it looked as if he was speaking from experience but you just shook your head and turned around. both of your arms now raised up in the air stopping both boys from having a fight here solely because of you for some stupid reason.
“it`s okay, it`s all fine.”
you looked up at junhui and continued in a calm voice “thank you for the offer, junhui, but i`ll pay for my own rent or else my mother will question about it and i`m really not in a mood to explain such stuff to her and about giving the dvd to you―” you give him a soft smile and said further, “i`ll send it to you through mingyu considering you hang out with him these days, okay?”
you nod up at mingyu who was previously looking at junhui. but when he saw you were looking at him, he switched from his squinting eyes combined with a sour pout to a completely different expression, the kind he gives you as if it`s only reserved for you―typically a warm one.
mingyu closes his eyes for a second and nods.
“i hope we`re clear now?”
“i was just playing around, _____, don`t worry,” junhui raised both of his arms up as if surrendering and continued “there`s no bad intentions here.”
in junhui`s head he was obviously being a good person and so was mingyu. junhui walked over to mingyu and playfully circled his arms around your friend and puts his other hand on top of his chest rubbing it playfully.
you let out a small laugh and saw mingyu lowering his eyes to stare up at junhui through his lashes and rolled his eyes before elbowing his new buddy in his sternum. junhui only yelps letting out a wheeze.
and, with that the dvd rental shop got filled up to laughters yet again until the sudden intentional cough from the part-timer made both of these playful boys shush down with each of their forefingers on top of their individual lips.
rolling your eyes and shaking your head, you walked across the shelves and picked another two old classics and went to the counter to pay for the rents.
mingyu picked up a newly released movie he was looking forward to last spring and junhui picked out two recent but a little older movies.
after you were done with the payment and all, you were about to walk out of the shop and waved a goodbye to the boys who were still paying. mingyu ran a bit to the door to hold it for you.
but before the door would completely close on you, your eyes moved over at junhui who was still standing at the counter―he was waiting for the changes but his face was turned towards you and he was looking at you with a now unknown gaze. you couldn`t really make out what it was but for some reason it made you a little bit sad.
but before he could witness the curve of your mouth for him, he closed his eyes for a second and smiled at you. your eyes widen at this and instantly without knowing you smiled back at him fully.
and that was it.
that was the last time you met junhui at that close proximity. you had seen him at the basketball court, you had seen him at random street. some day or night your eyes have met with each other and sometimes they didn`t, but his smile had burned through the surface of mind. some time, at some random time, you`ll suddenly get a flash back of his smirk or that fleeting smile he gave you before you closed the door on both of your first meet.
also you knew that mingyu probably made sure junhui never gets to have any closure with you. there`s been couple of times when you`ve found jun across the corridors of the school, simply hanging around and before anything can happen mingyu had circled his arm around junhui dragging his focus away from you who`d just be passing by to deliver some copies of homework to the teacher`s rooms.
you didn`t question this.
afterall, mingyu himself was in a dilemma of sorting out his feelings for you. he would probably do anything until you accept him in your life as something more than just childhood friends but even junhui never made sure to take any attempt, other than casual glances.
well, that`s what you know. it not like you know everything that the future holds. maybe one day you`ll meet him again when mingyu`s not around and you both will have conversations that never happened or waited for the right moment to have anything grow out of the seeds sown in this new friendship.
but for now, it`s okay. maybe someone from another town will catch feelings for him better, it`s not like you`ve him bounded by some string of fate.
it`s okay wherever you stand now when it comes to your relationship with junhui.
fin.
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Three Times (Din Djarin x reader)
Connection series Pt. 10
Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader (no use of Y/N)
Warnings: cursing, sexual tension (I think that’s it but let me know if I missed any)
Word count: just over 9.0 K
Summary: It’s now been three times that Din Djarin has almost kissed you and you are going insane.
Notes: I did not plan on this coming out any time soon but I’ve spent all day ignoring my responsibilities and writing this. And I am too excited to wait so surprise shawty! Please please please tell me what you all think!
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Being back with Din and the child was the biggest relief, especially now that there were no secrets.
For the first time in a long time, you felt good. Like truly good. You had accepted what you were and made a compromise: you didn’t have the proper training to be a Jedi, nor did you know if you were ready for that, but if you needed to use the Force to protect your family, you could be okay with that. Din had reasoned it was no different than him using his armor, which you supposed in some way was technically true.
You also felt more at peace than you had since your family passed away. Being able to properly say goodbye to your family on Jakku, and able to share fond memories with Din, had been exactly what your soul needed. You had also realized when you were there that you could feel that your family was always with you. They were part of the Force now, meaning they were always there. So every-time you felt joy, you no longer felt guilt nagging at you because they were there with you, seeing it.
Now you were with your family and you don’t think you’d ever been quite so happy. You and Din left Jakku and things were back to normal. But it was even better because now there was no wall up between you and the Mandalorian. He accepted who you were and you accepted who he was.
It had been a few days since you were reunited with Din and everything was perfect. Well, almost perfect.
There seemed to be only one problem: Din Djarin was driving you crazy.
When it first happened, you thought maybe you were overthinking it. Maybe making up false fantasies in your head and projecting them onto Din. All just a figment of your imagination.
Then it happened again.
And again.
And you were completely sure that you were not nuts or looking into anything. It couldn’t be a coincidence when it happened three damn times within the span of a few days. It had to be purposeful. Din wasn’t accidentally doing this. And now, you felt like you were constantly on the edge of your seat, waiting for some big climax that wasn’t happening, for reasons unbeknownst to you.
So you were left with one question.
Why the hell had Din Djarin almost kissed you three times but never actually done it?
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The First Time
Din and you now had a new routine. Every night at dinner, you’d feed the child first and then get him to hang out in his hover pram afterwards, keeping him occupied with a toy until he drifted into a small nap. Then Din would come down to the hull and you’d sit together on the floor of it. Din would insist you eat first so you’d do so. Once you were done, the kid would usually be asleep and you’d close the lid to his pram before Din handed you the scarf he always had wrapped around his neck. You’d take a seat across from him, wrap the fabric around your eyes, and then he’d eat.
It had been a long time since you’ve shared a meal with someone regularly. And you would guess that Din probably had never done so, or at least not on a regular basis. And sure, it wasn’t normal and the helmet made it more complicated, but it was the closest to normal you could get. So you were fine with it. Loved it even. It was one of your favorite parts of the day. Din now got to enjoy at least one meal a day, eating it normally rather than hiding away to do so and scarfing it down as quickly as possible. In return for wearing the blindfold, you got to the hear his voice which you still swore was one of your favorite noises in the world. Sometimes he wouldn’t even be talking but you could hear his breathing, a small hum leave his lips, or something small like that and it felt like a gift.
Tonight was no different. The child was in his pram, your blindfold was on, and Din was eating away at the portions you had. Not the most amazing meal, but it made it better being with him. You sat with your back against the wall, Din next to you eating. His thighs were touching yours, shoulders crammed together, but he didn’t move and you didn’t mind the contact so nor did you.
“You smell nice.”
You felt your eyebrows quirk up at the random compliment. You two had been relatively quite tonight, just enjoying each other’s presence. This was the first thing he had said in a while and you couldn’t help the laugh that left your lips. “What?”
“Sorry.” You heard the sheepish edge to his tone and you blindly reached a hand out, patting his knee reassuringly.
“Oh no, please continue.” You said with a smile and heard a huff.
“You are teasing me.”
You paused and suddenly felt a little rude. He was being nice. That was a good compliment. I mean, you never really took much interest in your own scent but you had noticed how Din smelled. It was earthy and warm and dusted in cinnamon. “You smell nice, too.”
You heard Din snort at that. “Okay.” He sarcastically said and you let out a scoff.
“I’m not just saying that! You do. You smell nice. Like cinnamon and wood and manly stuff.”
“Manly stuff?” You felt yourself flush as he repeated your own words but you just nodded your head, hopefully aiming yourself towards his face.
“Yeah. But good manly stuff.”
“Hmmm.” You heard Din hum. “You smell clean.”
“Thank... you?”
“It’s nice. Like fresh laundry.” You heard him take a bite before continuing, “And honey.”
You smiled warmly at his description. You don’t know if you ever realized that but it warmed your heart to hear Din say it, in some weird way. “Well thank you.”
Din was quiet for a while but you didn’t hear him take anymore bites. It was just complete silence and if it weren’t for his body pressed against your side, you would of been convinced he wasn’t there. You went to say something until you heard him speak. “You look nice too.”
A warm feeling filled in your chest at the words. The compliment was so inherently Din: short and to the point with a bit of that endearing awkwardness that he had sometimes from lack of experience with others. You knew you were smiling stupidly and your face felt flushed, though you hoped it was covered enough by the blindfold for Din to not notice. You brought your hands together, your fingers twirling together as you awkwardly chuckled. You didn’t know what to say so you just settled on a small, “Thank you.”
“You have a nice smile. It’s big and bright, like you.” You were about to say something but he continued on before you had the chance. “And I like the way your hair feels. It’s soft.”
You were feeling yourself get more and more flustered as he continued. You weren’t used to a lot of compliments. You remembered the first time Din had called you beautiful but that was when he saw your scars for the first time, and you assumed it was partly said to be nice. But now hearing Din express this made you shift in the spot you sat in. “Din-“
“And whenever you concentrate on something or think about something, you bite your bottom lip. By the time you finish something that is kicking your ass, your lip is all red.”
You had never even realized you had done that. It seemed like such a small thing no one would notice about a person. But of course Din noticed. He seemed to notice everything. “Din, you can-“
“Your lips.” You froze at the two words, waiting for him to continue but he paused. You turned your head in his direction and he was close enough that you could feel his breath on your face. Your heart pounded in your chest as you felt him brush some fingers against your chin, angling your face up more. “They look sweet.”
Holy shit, you could not handle this. You felt your hands begin to shake slightly as you waited for anything. For more sweet nothings to drip off his lips like honey, for his calloused fingers to brush against the angle of your chin, for his breath to get closer and closer. Anything to satisfy the desperate ache you felt in your chest. As the silence you dumbly let out a small, “So do you.” Your brain didn’t even process what you were saying and you felt yourself cringe at the stupidity leaving your lips.
“You’ve never seen me.”
You felt yourself bite down slowly on your bottom lip, now aware of the habit of yours. “Uh, it’s an educated guess.”
You heard a chuckle come from him, the sound sending waves through your body. A hand finally met your face, wrapping around your chin lightly as it was angled just a little bit higher. If he just leaned forward, just the tiniest bit, he’d probably be kissing you. He was already so close. Just one more movement. Maybe you could even close the distance, though you weren’t sure if you were brave enough and didn’t want to do something stupid since you were blindfolded.
You felt Din shuffle, moving slightly until your heard a small clang and his hand yank away quickly. “Dank farrik.” He hissed and you felt your whole body sag as he moved away.
“W-what happened?” You felt numb still and were barely able to mutter out the words.
“I just spilled something. I’ve got to clean it.”
That was when you heard the soft yelling from the pram where the child slept. It was muffled since it was closed, but it was distinct. “You put your helmet on and get the kid. I’ll clean the mess.”
“But-“ Din cut short before letting out a grunt. “Okay.”
It was only a matter of seconds before he gently was pulling the scarf off your face. You blinked a couple times as your vision adjusted, looking at him as his helmet looked down at you. You could feel how warm your face was still, how your hands still trembled just oh so slightly. You gave him a soft smile before nodding at him.
He rose up from where he was hunched down, bringing his body up as he walked over to where the pram was. Opening the lid, the child immediately stuck his pouty little face out. You almost could laugh at the pathetic expression on his face if it weren’t for the way you still felt like your mind was racing.
You were pretty sure that Din was going to do it. Was going to kiss you. You could curse the galaxy for intervening. What if that was a one-time thing? What if he never tried again?
You brushed your hair behind your ear, leaning forward to clean the mess while your mind raced with thoughts of Dins fingers on your chin and a pair of lips you’ve never even seen landing on yours.
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The Second Time
It was the next night and things were going very smoothly. You and Din had dinner as usual. The kid fell asleep without a problem, which was a blessing because he had been going through a rough patch where he screamed for hours until he eventually wore himself out enough that he just passed out. You had gotten a shower in before climbing into the cockpit where Din was sat as usual, waiting for you. You padded over to the passenger seat, plopping down onto it with a relaxed sigh. Din looked over at you, his helmet glancing up and down your figure before it settled onto your face.
You liked to imagine what he looked like under it. You wondered if he was returning the small smile you gave him and if so, what did it look like? Did he have dimples? Did his eyes crinkle when he did so? You wanted to know so desperately what he looked like but you never wanted to disrespect his creed or make him think you cared about such trivial things. Because in the end, you didn’t really care what Din looked like under the helmet. No matter what he looked like, he was still your Din and that was all that really mattered. But that still didn’t quell the burning curiosity. You wanted to know what the man you respected and loved so much looked like, just so you could envision him a little clearer in your mind.
“What are you thinking about, sweet one?”
You looked away from his intense stare. “I just sometimes... wonder what you look like is all.” You suddenly became flustered and rushed to say something else. “But I don’t care. I’d never disrespect your creed and it doesn’t really matter what you look like. You could be the ugliest person in the galaxy and that’d be fine. Not that you are ugly. Although I don’t know. But I am sure you aren’t ugly. Probably very nice looking actually but I wouldn’t know so who really-”
“Stop.” Din let out a chuckle as you stopped talking, feeling your face heat up from your nervous blubbering. “It’s okay. It’s only natural.”
You shook your head and looked back at him, his helmet still aimed towards you. “Yeah?”
“Of course.” Din shuffled in his seat, before tearing his gaze away. His hand clutched onto a control, not even doing anything with it but just holding onto it tightly. “You can... ask questions. That isn’t against the creed.”
You felt a grin begin to grow on your face. Maker, you had always wanted to ask him questions but you never wanted to be rude or overstep your boundaries. But here was explicit permission and you felt your brain come up with so many things to ask hi,. You wanted to know everything but you just started with one. “How old are you?”
This was necessarily directly about how he looked, but you realized not so long ago that you had never asked him. He didn’t sound old and his body was in good shape. “Older than you.”
Your eyebrows quirked up at the answer. You honestly thought he probably was around your age, not much older if at all. What if this whole time you were stupidly pining for a man who was too old for you? “How much older?”
“Not too much. But enough.” He grunted and you narrowed your eyes at the nondescript answer.
“Hmmm. Okay.” You strummed your fingers against your thigh before settling onto your next question. “Do you have hair?”
“Yes.”
“Like on your head? Or your face?”
“I have hair on my head. Sometimes on my face.” You felt yourself swoon at the idea of him with facial hair. Maybe a nice patch above his lip or maybe stubble dotting his chin. How you would love to feel his hair, even if just for a second. Run your fingers through it. Maybe feel it against your skin...
Your train of thought was broken as Din looked over at you and you clammed up, realizing you were spending an inappropriate amount of time thinking about his hair. You didn’t even know what it looked like and it was already driving you wild. “Um. Okay. Is it soft?”
Is it soft? What kind of question was that? You almost brought a hand to cover your face but you heard Din chuckle at the lame question. “Is it soft?” he repeated, in a teasing tone.
You looked away from him with a flushed face. “Oh, never mind. That was a stupid question.”
Silence filled the cockpit as Din looked away from you and back to the control panel. “Do you,” Din paused and you barely looked at him from the corner of your eye, seeing the way his body seemed to clench up. “Do you want to feel it?”
You couldn’t help the way your head whipped to face him directly, your eyes widening. Maker, you couldn’t think of anything you would rather do in this moment (besides maybe kiss him). You couldn’t even bring yourself to speak, just slowly nodding in a trance-like nature before mumbling out something along the lines of “yes please.”
Din nodded and took his hands away from the panel, settling them on his neck to tug at the fabric. “Come over here.”
You surprised yourself by how quickly you stood from your seat, despite the way your whole body felt numb at the interaction. Din stood up as well, the scarf finally in his hands as he faced you. You stood in front of him, trying to hide the excitement you were feeling but failing to do so with the glint in your eye. Din gave you a nod, which you returned, before he brought the scarf up to your eyes. It usually smelled like him, earthy and like cinnamon, but it seemed even stronger today. You didn’t know if it was because all your senses were going into hyperdrive because of what was about to happen or if he did something different, but you took what you hoped to be a subtle deep breath in as he finished tying it off. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” You said clearly, waiting for the sound of his helmet being removed. The hiss and click of it filled the silence of the cockpit a matter of seconds later and you heard him place it somewhere, probably on his seat. A pair of hands reached out to grab at yours. You were surprised by them. They were Din’s hands, covered in the gloves he usually wore like normal. But you could feel the way they were shaking slightly, the way they held onto yours a little tighter in order to steady them. “Din, we don’t-”
“No, it’s fine. I just...” He trailed off and you shook your head understandingly. You wondered when the last time Din’s face had been touched, especially by a loving hand. Had it been a friend or his mother? You couldn’t imagine he hadn’t had one loving touch since his family died all those years ago but you supposed it could be possible. He had told you he never took his helmet off in front of people, until you.
“It’s okay.” You whispered quietly, letting him guide your hands at his own pace and not rushing him. You wanted him to be comfortable and be in a safe environment. He could go at his own speed, no matter how much your fingers itched with desperation.
Din slowly started to bring your hands up higher, going at an excruciatingly slow pace that made your chest tighten up. But this wasn’t about you. It was about Din. They could feel him trail upwards, feeling your fingers graze the cool metal of his chest plate as they moved higher and higher. Din brought them to his shoulders, still clad in armor, and he placed them there. Resting your hands against him, he brought his hands away, placing them down at his side. You heard him breathing, the steady in and out slowing down slightly and relaxing. You kept your hands where he had put them, letting your fingers just barely grip onto the metal sat upon each shoulder. You spent a few moments like this before he said, “Okay.”
You brought your hands up just slightly, waiting to see if he’d stop you but when he didn’t interrupt, you allowed yourself to slowly continue on. When your fingers finally grazed the warm skin of his neck, you heard Din suck in a breath and pulled away quickly. You were surprised as his hands quickly grasped onto yours, bringing them back to the place you had torn them away from. “Din?”
“It’s okay.” He reassured you and you nodded at him, wondering if he was looking at you. You let the tips of your fingers trail up, the warmness of his neck dancing on your flesh. You felt your hands rise up more and more before they landed on a ridge. It was his jaw and Maker, he had stubble. You sucked in your own breath, your bottom lip being sucked in between your teeth, as you allowed more of your hand to reach out. You slowly grasped onto his jaw, feeling the angular curves of it. It was strong, angled, and deep. The hair nipped at your hand but you continue bringing it cross his chin. You felt a small patch of skin amidst all the short hairs, bring a finger to rub at it lightly as a shy smile graced your face. The hair on his chin nipped at your finger lightly, almost tickling your skin, but you didn’t mind.
Din stood completely still, the only sound he made being the steady in and out of his breathing. You continued feeling your way around his jaw when a light touch grabbed onto one of your arms. You felt his hand wrap around your wrist, the way his gloved thumb lazily draw circles into the bare skin. It was almost too much for you: how warm his skin was under your hand and the way the spot on your wrist seemed to tingle as Din touched it. You almost felt the need to say something but determined this moment was too pure for words. Nothing had to be said. You just needed to feel.
You finally brought your hands off of Din’s chin, to which you swore you heard a small whine leave his lips that caused your face to blush a violent shade of red. Instead of bringing his hands back to your skin, he allowed you to wrap a hand to the back of his neck, feel at the small strands of hair that led up higher and higher to his hair. You lightly grasped onto the nape of his neck, to which you definitely heard him let out a small gasp and you paused your movements, not moving away but giving him a second. “Are you okay?”
“More than okay.” Din just barely whispered, so silent that you swore you wouldn’t have been able to hear it if it weren’t for how quiet it was and how your ears tried to compensate for the way you couldn’t see. You hummed back to him as your let your fingers splay out onto the skin of his neck. You slowly let your hand drift up, your fingers beginning to drive into his hair. Your other hand reached up to his face, laid out onto his cheek which you felt his physically lean into. The skin of his face was peppered with stubble and you could feel a few indents into the skin, probably from the life of fighting he has lived. His skin was rough, felt masculine and raw, but it was also so warm and soft. It made the flesh of your hand tingle, your fingers cupping his face even more.
Your other hand moved higher before tangling into his hair. It was longer than you had expected and probably messy from his helmet and your wandering hands, but it was so soft. “Din, you are so beautiful.” You muttered.
You felt Din freeze before you, the hand still on your wrist no longer rubbing circles. You almost worried you had done something wrong until his other hand reached out to your waist, grabbing onto it and tugging you closer to him. You chest was now pressed against his, both of your faces so close to each other that you were practically sharing air. Your grip on him tightened slightly, feeling the way he let out a deep breath. “Sweet one...”
His said it so quietly but it was like a song flowing out of him. You brought his face down with your hand, bringing your forehead against his. You had done it so many times before when he had the helmet on but never was it your skin against his. “How did you know?”
You furrowed your brows at his question. “Know what?”
His breath fanned over your face. “When you press your forehead against mine... The Mandalorians do that as a form of affection.” You had never known that. It just felt like the natural thing to do with him since the helmet posed such a barrier. Just a gentle tap seemed like a reassuring way to provide comfort to him. “It’s called a Keldabe kiss.”
Your hand twisted into his hair more and his grip onto your waist became even tighter. “Oh.” you gently said, your foreheads both pressing against each other even more, you standing on the tips of your toes slightly to try to get closer. Both of your noses brushed against each others and you could almost cry because of how beautiful the moment was. How comforting and breath taking it felt to be so close to Din.
He nuzzled his face against yours even more, his nose touching yours. His lips were so close, all he had to do was lean forward. Fuck it, all you had to do was lean forward.
Just as your were about to lean into him, you felt the fabric of the scarf begin to slip down from behind your head. You clasped your eyes shut tight, ripping your hands away from Din and bringing them to hold the fabric back up. “Kriff.”
Your hands shook wildly and your heart was pounding even harder in your chest than before. You heard some movement, followed by the hiss and click of the helmet being put on. But you still couldn’t bring yourself to move your hands away. You just felt your chest rapidly inhale and exhale and Din’s labored breathing fill the silence. That was so close. You could of ruined Din’s creed, his whole entire life, in just a matter of seconds. “I’m so sorry.” you let out.
Din sighed and you finally pulled the fabric down, looking over at where he stood by his chair. He was looking down at the ground rather than you and simply shook his head. “I didn’t tie it well. It’s my fault.”
“No, it’s mine. I shouldn’t have asked.”
“I offered. It’s fine.” Din’s helmet tilted up towards you. “We should probably sleep.”
You nodded, feeling your flushed cheeks begin to cool and your breathing ease into normality. “Yeah.”
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The Third Time
You and Din weren’t quite so lucky the next night.
The child was back to crying into the latest hours of the night. You usually had a pretty good read on the kid. You could detect the smallest of subtleties of each sound or face he made. You knew whether he was hungry, tired, bored, or agitated. Din had told you once that you seemed to always know what he needed and you supposed that was true. But tonight was not that kind of night.
The child had been screaming. For hours now. You and Din had tried everything. You fed him his favorites food and while it would silence him for a while, the tears would just rage on once he was done eating. You had both taken shifts, holding him and rocking him but that didn’t seem to calm him, in some cases the smothering just seemed to bother him even more. You had given him toys, given him the ball from the ship he loved, sang songs, danced for him, tried to play hide and seek. You had tried anything he had ever expressed liking before but nothing worked. The best you could get was an exasperated look from the kid, like he was judging you for your lack of success.
Din and you were losing it. It was so late and you both were absolutely floored. You couldn’t think of one thing to stop the screaming. Until Din suggested you two just let him rage on. He had placed the kid in the pram, leaving the lid off, and sat down on the floor beside you. The kid’s screaming continued but he didn’t say anything or try to provide comfort. Din and you just let it keep going. At this point, you just hoped he would wear himself out or realize he was going to receive no attention from you two and stop his tantrum.
That didn’t stop it for hours though. At one point you had told Din you needed to do something but he made the great point that there was nothing to do. Absolutely nothing would calm the kids hostile attitude and logically, he had to fall asleep at some point. He was going off steam at this point, not having slept since the night before and using so much energy being a complete womp rat. He needed to pass out eventually from pure exhaustion.
You and Din both sat on the floor, eyes hooded and bodies limp. You two were drained, not even bothering to try to speak over the hysterics, and your minds were like blank slates. You didn’t think or move. Just zoned out completely.
Zoned out so much that you drowned out the yells being emitted from the child until you were torn away from it. Wait a second. You lifted your head from where it was limply laying against the wall, bringing yourself to stand up slowly. You looked over at the pram and sure enough, the crying had stopped. The child was laid back, arms splayed out, having finally worn himself out enough to sleep. His small body rose and fell, eyes fluttering slightly as he made small, sleepy noises. If the kid hadn’t acted like such a demon for hours now, you would of thought the scene was so endearing, the maternal part of you flooding with happiness at the little child so soundly and peacefully asleep. But instead you just felt relief and utter joy, sleep-deprived joy, but joy nonetheless.
“Holy shit.” You whispered out, looking over at Din.
Din still sat against the floor, his helmet leaning forward so the bottom of it leaned against his chest, no longer wearing his armor but his usual pajamas. He had tried to sleep earlier since you claimed you had it under control, but he had shortly realized you certainly did not have it under control, nor would he be able to hear with all the noise. He didn’t even bother to move at the sound of your voice, just grunting and letting out a exhausted “What?”
“Shhh.” Din finally looked up as your hissed and raised his head, looking into the pram floating a few feet from him. You couldn’t see him but you could see his shoulders perk up as he realized the child had finally fallen asleep. “I can’t believe he is asleep.”
Din slowly rose from his spot on the floor, not wanting to make any unnecessary noises that could wake him up. He carefully stepped towards the pram, stopping right behind you. You felt his hand grab at your wrist, slowly pulling you away gently from where the pram was. “C’mon.” His whispered as quietly as he could with the helmet on, his voice deep and sleepy through the modulator.
You turned around, away from the child, and let Din lead you, letting your body limply follow him to the entrance of his cot. He gestured his head for your to enter and you didn’t even bother to argue, crawling in. You let your body fall into the padding of it. His bed wasn’t too comfortable but it was better than the sleep-away one you normally used. It also smelled like Din and one of the blankets you two had gotten from the marketplace was laid out on it. You brought the fabric around your waist, letting the warmth of it sink into you. You didn’t look up but felt Din shuffle into the small cot behind you. The two of you in the same cot was a bit silly, since it was so small and you two had to be so close to each other, but you didn’t mind. Shortly after he crawled in, the door to it shut, blocking out all the light as you heard the hiss of his helmet being removed. You smiled as you snuggled into the bed more, whispering “I can’t believe the womp rat fell asleep.”
Din let out a quiet chuckle as he placed his helmet down, bringing himself down onto the bed, laying on his side with his chest pressed against your shoulder. You began to move, trying to shuffle a little bit away as to give Din more room to relax, but instead you scooted back rather ungracefully, your head slapping into the metal that encapsulated the bed. The noise was loud enough that you and Din both sucked in a breath, waiting for the kids screaming from earlier to resume. You waited a few moments and were pleasantly surprised when you were met with silence. “Be quiet, cyar’ika.” Din quietly scolded.
“Sorry. I didn’t try to slam my head into the wall.” You sarcastically responded and both of you let out a small laugh at the response. You couldn’t see a thing, but felt a shift, his body suddenly dragging over yours. He hovered over you, his body weight being held up by his forearms which rested on each side of you. You felt his warm breath fan over your face and smiled as you felt the lower half of his body press slightly into yours. One of his hands reached out to touch your head.
“You okay?” His fingers rubbed at your scalp slightly, a gentle movement that made you let out a hum. You would usually find yourself nervous with Din this close to you but you were too tired and too happy to find it in yourself. Instead you just lazily smiled as you felt him rub the spot where you had hit your head. It hadn’t hurt much, but his touch was so relaxing, easing away any discomfort that may have been. You just felt at home, like this was the right place for you to be in. You found yourself thanking the Maker as you leaned into his touch, so grateful he had come back for you. You don’t know how you could of ever lived without this.
Din’s head suddenly brushed back the side of your face and you felt a strand of hair tickle at your face. You didn’t even think when you brought a hand up, tangling your fingers into his hairs like his were in yours, rubbing slowly into it like you had done the night before. You heard Din let out a small noise at the contact, his face moving down closer to the side of your head. His lips just grazed the shell of your ear, whispering “You are so sweet.”
Your breath hitched a little at the feeling of him whispering in your ear, his voice completely overtaking you. His head moved a little and you gasp when his cheek grazed yours. The stubble your fingers had touched just the night before now grazed your cheek ever so slightly, enough that it didn’t burn but just seemed to tickle in the most pleasant way. “Din...”
You didn’t have anything to really say but you just wanted to feel his name on your lips and his skin touch yours. One of his hands landed on your hip and you whimpered at the contact. “You are beautiful, y’know?”
His voice was so deep and enveloped all your senses. You could still hear the weariness in it, but there was something else. Affection. You let yourself smile, bring your other hand to Din’s arm, grasping lightly onto his bicep and feeling the curve of his muscle. He wasn’t overwhelmingly muscular, but strong enough that you could feel it. Strong enough to make you feel safe in his arms. “Y-yeah?”
Speaking felt like the most difficult task. You couldn’t find it in yourself to say some snarky comment even if you wanted to. You were so tired and so overwhelmed by him. He smelled like cinnamon and bark. His touch was hot on your skin, his breath fanning over you face, cool and inviting. Every single one of your senses was just focused on Din.
“Yeah.” Din grumbled and you finally felt his lips meet your face, just barely grazing your forehead but enough for you to feel it. His lips were so soft, a welcome sensation. His hand on your hip lifted a second before you felt your clothes shift a little and then his hand was back in the same place, but bare skin underneath his fingers. You tried to hold back a whimper at the sensation, feeling weak at his touch. His thumb rubbed circles into the flesh and you didn’t dare move, not wanting him to stop. His other hand was still tangled in your hair, rubbing at your scalp with such tenderness.
You continued running your hands through his hair when you felt his nose brush against yours. You knew his lips were so close to yours and it took everything in you to not reach up and connect them. “Maker, I can’t even believe you’re real...”
You let out a sigh at his words, your other hand on his arm trailing upwards and wrapping around the back of his neck. You held him close to you as your legs tangled together, like you were becoming one being.
You felt him let out a big breath. You were slightly disappointed when his face drifted away, wanting him to kiss you so desperately you thought you would die if he didn’t. But instead you let out a gasp when you felt his lips press against the edge of your chin. Din’s other hand retreated from your hand, reaching down for the other side of your hip, both hands planted on you. His body weight shifted, his chest now pressing against yours more. The feeling of his lips on your skin was warm and short but it absolutely clouded your mind. You wanted more. No, needed more.
Dins lips once again pressed against you, this time a little lower and you tilted your neck up, giving him more room. “Din?”
“Yes, sweet one?” He whispered the words against your skin, causing shivers to run down your spine.
“Please.”
“What?”
“Just k-” That’s when the wailing began and you couldn’t help but to let out a small, “shit.”
Din suddenly lifted himself off you and you nearly whined at the loss of contact. You were so close to just telling him to kiss you. And he had felt so nice and of course, the child had to interrupt it. You heard Din clear his throat before he reached over, grabbing his helmet which was attached once again with a click. “I’ll go take care of it.”
The door to his bed opened and he slid off the cot, giving you one more glance over before he turned around to take care of the kid. You groaned quietly as you brought a hand to your face.
Your other hand reached for your neck, feeling how warm the flesh was where he had kissed it. You were loosing your mind. This was now the third time, where you had been so close to almost kissing him. And you swore you were on the verge of just telling him to get it over with.
But tonight wasn’t the night. Instead, you’d just try to sleep and hope tomorrow the child would be less of a gremlin.
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You looked at the child who sat in his pram, dreary eyes looking up at you as he let out a yawn. You furrowed your eyebrows at him, arms crossed over your chest as you studied him. Last night he had finally fallen asleep, but only with Din holding him so Din had spent the night away from you, laying on the cot you had normally slept on with the child. Now the whole day the kid had been suspiciously well behaved. And now that it was night, and a reasonable time, he was sleepy. You supposed it was logically because of how little sleep he had gotten last night, but you still felt suspicious at the way he blinked up at you slowly, eyes drawing to a close before fluttering open.
“Listen, kid.” The child looked up at you sleepily, a small smile growing as he looked up at you. “You need to behave tonight. And sleep. Because I need your dad to finally just kiss me and you’ve interrupted two times now.”
The child’s expression didn’t change but he let a sleepy giggle out to which you frowned. “If you are good, I will let you eat my serving of chowder tomorrow, okay?”
The child’s ears perked up slightly at the mention of chowder and he laid back against the blanket in his pram, his eyes drifting closed. “Womp rat, good night.” You closed the lid to his pram, beginning to walk towards the ladder of the Crest when you bumped into Din behind you. Your hand flew to your chest, feeling yourself jump as you realized he was there. “Maker, how long were you there?”
You asked the question without much thought until you felt your face bloom red when you realized what you had just told the child. Because I need your dad to finally just kiss me. You looked up to Din’s helmet which was tilted down at you and felt your eyes widen just the smallest bit. Oh, Maker, please don’t say he heard it.
“Just came down. Heard you offer your chowder to the kid.”
You felt relief wash over you as you let out an awkward chuckle. “Hah, yeah. Anything to not have a repeat of last night.”
You slowly drifted away from the pram, towards the center of the hull of the ship. Din followed you, his boots tapping against the floor but it didn’t seem to disturb the child. You waited for Din to say something but he just stared back at you, arms crossed over his chest. You uncomfortably smiled at him, feeling uneasy with the way he was looking at you. “You are probably exhausted. We should go to sleep.” You said, hoping he would stop looking at you but to no avail.
“Last couple days with the kid has been rough.” He finally said and you nodded empathically. Rough was an understatement. You weren’t sure if it was a growth spurt, or perhaps instead of his terrible twos it was his frightening fifties. But either way, it had been a hard time.
“Yeah. Definitely not great.” You said. You copied his own stance, crossing your own arms over your chest and looking over at him.
“And very inconvenient.” He responded.
You froze in your spot, looking at him. Very inconvenient indeed. Especially for things like kissing. “Yup.”
“I don’t think I am going to be able to sleep.”
You couldn’t imagine how. Din had been up for as long as you had, having slept on your crappy cot last night instead of his bed. It was impossible that he wasn’t worn out. “Why?”
“I need to do something.”
You huffed. Din was always one to keep busy, always having something to do whether it was cleaning his weapons or doing something with the Crest. But he needed to finally just relax. Both of you did. “I’m sure it can wait until tomorrow.”
You finally moved, plopping down on your cot in the corner of the hull. Din just stepped towards you more, arms still held over his chest. “It’s waited long enough.”
“Oh really, what super important Mando stuff do you have to do now?” You sarcastically responded, beginning to pull away at the laces of the boots you wore. Your body was so sore and your mind was running at about half of what it usually was. You looked up at Din and frowned when he just stood over you, not saying anything. “Din, what are you doing?”
Din sighed and muttered out, “Sweet one.”
That was when you felt it. The tension in the room. It had been there for days now, ever since Din had almost kissed you during dinner than one night. It consumed every single thought you had, clouded over every conversation you had with Din. Made every touch even more electrical than usual. Every casual turn of his helmet made your chest clench. Every time you looked at him he got a little more rigid than usual. You both were waiting for the damn to break and for the tension to wash away. And hell, you both were trying your best but failing with every attempt.
You slowly rose up from your seat on the cot, standing in front of Din who was so close to you that your ankles were pressed against the padding of your bed. “W-what is it you have to do?”
Din tilted his helmet at you and you felt your face turn a shade of deep crimson. You were pretty sure you knew the answer. At least you hoped to the Maker it was or this would be a very interesting situation. Din brought his hands up, beginning to take off each glove and you gulped. “Din...”
“Take off my scarf.”
You nodded slowly, taking a minute to process before reaching your hands up to his neck. You pulled the fabric slowly, letting it flow off him softly as it slipped from his neck to your fingers. “Put it on.”
You nodded again, not finding it in yourself to speak. You gave him one last look before wrapping the fabric around your eyes, tying it so tightly around your head that you was bound to give you a headache. But you couldn’t risk it almost falling off again. You were damned that nothing, absolutely nothing, was going to interrupt.
The hiss and click rang out and you felt your hands begin to shake as you heard a thud against the cot behind you, Din having tossed his helmet there. Din grabbed your hands, bare fingers gripping onto yours ever so lightly, before he placed them on his chest piece, the cool metal sending a shiver down your arms. “Din?”
“Yes?”
“Please just kiss me already.” You felt shock jolt through your body as the words slipped through your lips. Your jaw went slack at your own boldness. You waited for a response but only heard silence and begin to pull away. Oh my Maker. You had been wrong this whole time. It was all just imaginary and you were just wanting it to be real. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I said that. I’m just going to-”
“Cyar’ika.”
“That was so stupid. And embarrassing. Like woah, where did that come from?” You tried to laugh, show you were unbothered by the painful uncomfortableness of the situation, but you just let out a wheeze.
“I want to kiss you.”
You nearly choked on the air you were breathing when you heard Din speak. “Okay. Well then, no offense, but why aren’t you?” You couldn’t help but to ask the question that was plaguing your mind so often lately. You had given him permission. Why wasn’t he just doing it?
“Uh, well...” You heard him drift off and frowned under the blindfold. You brought your hands back up to chest, letting your fingers splay out on the broad expanse of the metal.
“Is everything okay?”
Yes, you wanted Din to kiss you. So badly. But you also wanted him to be comfortable. And you could hear the uneasiness in his voice. It was subtle but it was there. And you never wanted him to be uncomfortable around you, even if that meant not kissing him. You felt Din let out a deep breath. “I’ve never... kissed someone before.”
You couldn’t help the way your jaw hung open just the tiniest bit, the way your body froze in shock. You probably shouldn’t be so surprised. The helmet definitely did make things like this harder: you now knew that from experience. But you couldn’t imagine Din had never kissed someone before. Maybe it was naive but you couldn’t believe no one had wanted to kiss him and that he hadn’t gone out of his way to make it happen. “Is it against the creed?” You mumbled out, trying to find some reasoning that was logical to you.
Din nervously chuckled, bringing a hand to your wrist to once again rub circles into the skin. “No, not really.”
“Not to sound rude, but how?”
“I just never found anyone that was worth it, I guess.” You paused at the explanation. You supposed that was logical. Taking off the helmet, even to just kiss someone, posed a risk. You had to trust that the person wouldn’t try to sneak a peak or didn’t have some ulterior motive to kissing you. Being a Mandalorian made even the smallest things like this hard to experience normally and you suddenly felt yourself soften. “You are worth it though.”
You couldn’t help the grin that broke out on your face, or the way you nervously but also giddily laughed. “Oh.” was all you managed to way but you trusted that Din could see your reaction and know what you were feeling.
“Just stay still, okay?” Din nervously asked.
“Okay.” You whispered. You felt his hand leave your wrist and both of them grab onto yours. He moved your hands from his chest to his neck, and you took it from there, wrapping them around the back of his neck, softly playing with the hairs there. Din let go, one hand dropping to your waist. His strong grip pulled you even closer, your bodies completely pressed together. The other hand grabbed lightly at your chin, his touch seeming to ghost over it.
He took a moment, just holding you against him, before he brought his hand to cup your cheek. “You okay?” He whispered.
You nodded. “Are you?”
“Yeah.” You heard the waiver in his voice and begin to rub circles into the back of his neck, feeling him calm slightly. He let his head drop a little, his forehead resting against yours as he took in deep breaths. You nuzzled your face up, your noses rubbing against each others and your breath caught in your throat as his lips just barely grazed over yours. Oh Maker it was already perfect.
“Din-”
“Shh.” You waited for the universe to mess with you. For the kid to begin screaming or for something to hit the ship. Anything to interrupt this moment but nothing happened. Silence consumed you both and all you could think about or feel or smell or hear was Din. It was all just Din.
Then his lips reached forward and you swore you couldn’t breath if you wanted to. They pressed against yours, lightly and gently at first. Just barely so but your lips molded into his, the shape of his seeming to fit yours like a key. You tighten your arms around him even more as he angled your face to deepen it, his lips moving just the tiniest bit. You felt yourself sigh in relief and his grip on your waist lightened.
You were right. Whenever you had thought about his lips, you’d always though they’d be rough but also soft. Gentle but strong. And despite it being his first kiss, you let him take control, let him move his lips against yours. Let his hand drift from your cheek to the other side of your hip, pulling you even closer to his body. He let out a small groan as he pressed into you even more, his lips moving against yours. You reciprocated, moving with him and you both seemed to naturally slip into a rhythm that didn’t require any explanation or talking. You tightened your grip around him more, bring your feet to the tips of your toes so you could press into him more. You needed more of him. You needed it like you needed air.
Din finally tore his lips away, not moving away from you but you just huffed as his forehead rested against yours again. You hadn’t breathed once when he was kissing you and now you felt the way your heart was racing, the way your blood seemed to boil. The way your chest was warm and tight, but in the most beautifully addicting way. “Din, are you sure you’ve never done that before because-”
He interrupted you, his lips pressing into yours again which you let out a gasp to. You both pressed even tighter, not knowing how it was possible. You felt him wrap his arms around your lower back, his hands pressing you closer to him. His lips just lightly nipped at yours for a second, swallowing you completely. You felt yourself sway into it, like it was a dance. You both leaned against one another and then you felt yourself lean back-
and fall. You both felt against your cot with a bang and you couldn’t help the laugh that left your lips as the biggest grin broke out onto your face. Din was pressed on top of you, his arms lifting his body weight a little. Your blindfold was still on, but you could feel the way he was looking at you. “Sorry.” he said and you laughed even more.
“I am not complaining.” You felt him lean into you more when the kid’s yelling began, obviously awaken by the loud clattering of you two falling down. “I should get him.”
Din pressed his lips into yours again, smiling into it. He pulled away the tiniest bit. “He can wait a minute.”
Then his lips pressed against yours and you wrapped yourself around him. Around the Mandalorian who you were now devoted to.
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𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘤𝘴 𝘸/ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴
-𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: basically general eyesight and glasses hcs for each of the demon bros
-𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: general
Lucifer
he doesn’t like the look of glasses, so he often doesn’t wear them
he thinks that glasses are an unsightly look on him, and as diavolo’s right-hand man, lucifer wanted to look both frightening and presentable
thus, he opts for contacts most times, though he may put on his glasses once in a while when he was alone
contacts were his go to option since they were practically hidden. he doesn’t like the idea of others knowing that he had a weakness: his eyesight
(spending hours reading documents at a dimly lit desk is sure to strain anyone’s eyesight)
lucifer is farsighted, so he often doesn’t see the need to wear his prescription since he’s often standing up and presenting
plus, he had to rest his eyes every once in a while
and when he does need to see close up objects, it was usually when he was alone, so lucifer really had no trouble putting on his glasses then
since it was sort of a secret, sometimes his brothers forgot he wore them since lucifer was rarely seen with them on
whenever he did wear his glasses, they were always slightly taken aback until they remember that his eyesight sucks
when the exchange student sees him with glasses, they get a slight heart attack just from how attractive he looked (seriously, who gave him the right?)
probably pesters him to wear it more often since he looked rather dashing in them, to which he complies after much annoyance
wouldn’t admit it, but lucifer loved to see you swooning over him, so he often found himself wearing his glasses whenever you were around (only if the two of you were alone though)
Mammon
he is seen wearing glasses only when sporting his casual look, so most often others think that they’re just for show
he likes the pop of color they add to his outfit, so in a sense, they were an accessory, but they were also perscription lenses
i think that mammon has astigmatism, so he definitely needs to wear either glasses or contacts if he wants to see anything
he prefers contacts over glasses, which is why he’s often seen without his iconic tinted glasses
like lucifer, mammon didn’t think that he looked good in glasses, and he was a bit insecure of the fact that he even needed glasses, so he often chose contacts instead
(the only reason he wore glasses on his casual attire was because the tint matched the rest of the outfit. plus, he agreed that it was the only time that glasses looked good on him)
he also believes that contacts are a lot less work since he didn’t have to worry about misplacing them throughout the day
he just had to put them on in the morning then could wear his contacts all day. and they were invisible, so they wouldn’t get in the way of his usual antics
definitely has slept with his contacts on a few times since he forgot to take them out
thus, he sometimes woke up with dry and irritated eyes
when you came to the devildom, mammon realized that you seemed to absolutely love his tinted glasses, so he made it a point to wear them around much more often, if only to impress you
you think that they’re just for show at first, until you put them on and realize that they’re prescription lenses
mammon is embarrassed that you found out, but you reassure him that it didn’t matter in the slightest
Leviathan
my guy definitely has some eyesight problems from how often he strains them playing games or watching anime
since he’s nearsighted, he doesn’t really wear his prescription often since he’s always seeing things that are close to him, such as the computer monitor or manga
the only time he really wears them is if he needs to go out, but even then that’s not often
he alternates between glasses and contacts since he doesn’t really mind either. it entirely depends on his mood and whether or not he wanted to try and put in his contacts that he often struggled with
although he wears both and alternates, i feel like he may prefer glasses because he thinks that they make him look cooler
thinks it makes him look like one of those cool anime guys so levi ofc loves it
(levi definitely has pushed up his glasses more than a few times to imitate the glowing glasses thing)
plus, glasses were way easier to take on and off (levi would admit that he’s slept in his contacts a few times because he was dead tired)
he also has his glasses and contacts match up with the characters that he’s cosplaying, including wearing colored contacts in order to match the character’s eye color
levi also loves to design new glasses to go along with them
when you pointed out how cute he looked in glasses, levi swears he had an out-of-body experience
he’d never had anyone compliment him on his glasses before, so levi really takes it to heart
whenever he wears his glasses, he remembers that one compliment and becomes all flustered. you played with his heart way too much
Satan
satan always made it a habit of his to wear glasses when reading or even doing his RAD homework
although satan has 20/20 vision (he’s one of those lucky people), he still absolutely adored the look of glasses
in his mind, glasses made him look like an intellectual
since satan believed that knowledge made a person respectable, he extended that to glasses as well, falling into the generic way of thinking that those who wear glasses appear to be smarter
so he always carried decorative glasses on hand to wear whenever he was reading something
also fits with that entire academia aesthetic he was going for lol i believe that satan cares very much for looks and wants to appear put together
(plus, in his mind, he looked damn attractive in them)
for a while, his brothers think that he’s farsighted for how often they see him wearing glasses whenever he’s reading
when they gift him reading glasses for his birthday, satan laughs and says that they’re merely a fashion accessory
everyone always forgets that and mistakes him for being farsighted, as well as the exchange student when they first meet him
when you comment on how sexy you think he looks with glasses, satan feels accomplished in a sense
it’s not like he needed the validation, but it felt nice either way
he does feel a bit guilty though since you seem to believe that he was also farsighted lol
Asmodeus
asmo absolutely hates wearing his glasses
for one, he thinks that he looks absolutely dorky in them (asmo knew that he looked good in them; he just didn’t like their style)
secondly, he was embarrassed to admit that he needed prescription lenses even if it was totally normal
the only time he ever wore them was if they complimented his outfit, and even then he’d insist that it was nothing more than a fashion statement
would also wear them if he forgot to put on his contacts that morning. he didn’t want to seem like a fool as he constantly ran into things and squinted at objects from afar (one time that happened and his brothers never let him live it down)
more often than not, asmo chose to wear contacts since they never got in the way
asmo is nearsighted, so he tries his best to sit as close to objects as possible, such as always sitting in the front row of RAD (he still can’t see the board but i digress) or bringing his books way too close to his eyes
his eyesight isn’t as bad as the others though, so he could sometimes afford to go a day or so without them. things were just going to look a bit blurry from afar
one day when asmo forgot his contacts and wore glasses, you pointed out how good he looked in them and asked why he didn’t wear them more often, to which asmo is a bit taken aback
like yeah, he did look good, but you liked them? really?? it was such a strange thing to hear
when he looked in the mirror, asmo would realize that you were right
damn, he did look amazing. why didn’t he wear them more often?
would definitely make an effort to use them more afterwards
Beelzebub
like satan, beel is one of the lucky few in the house of lamentation that didn’t need glasses or contacts
his eyesight was perfect as is, so he could never understand the struggles his other brothers went through
i feel like he’d try out his one his brother’s glasses at some point just to get a feel for it
his perception would immediately falter and the entire world seemed so round. plus, wearing such strong lenses gave him a headache (seriously, what was up with levi’s eyesight?)
felt sympathetic for his brothers since their eyesight was blurry as hell
he’s the type that would help them out such as looking for their misplaced glasses
(he may have sat on them on more than one occasion since he wouldn’t have noticed them)
even if beel is practically a gentle giant, i can see him accidentally destroying his brother’s backup glasses more than once since his grip was so strong
as for fake glasses, beel wasn’t too fond of them
he really didn’t like how they looked on him. they looked bulky and a bit tacky, at least that’s what he saw
if on the off chance you complimented how well he looked in them when you once put some on him, beel would be confused
beel wouldn’t really change his mind on them, but if you said that he looked good, then maybe he should give them a second chance
Belphegor
he was the last of the trio that had perfect vision, so belphie often made it a point to rub it in his older brother’s faces
(particularly asmo who seemed to be extrememly jealous of his eyesight. he loved hiding asmo’s contacts so that he would be forced to wear his glasses that he hated so much)
though asmo was the easiest to tease, belphie absolutely loved making fun of lucifer and his “deteriorating eyesight”
belphie always had some snarky remark to comment whenever he saw lucifer passing by, such as to watch out for that little rock on the road before he tripped over it, since he couldn’t see anything in front of him
sure he may be lectured afterwards, but belphie found it to be worthwhile
he also played pranks on them, such as hiding their glasses and amusing himself as he watched them trip over their own feet as they tried to find them
he always acted innocent whenever the others asked where he hid them, acting as if he had absolutely no idea what they meant
belphie hated fake glasses with a passion since they always looked way too tacky for his tastes
not only that, but whenever he put them on, he was reminded of his older brothers, and belphie couldn’t stand that
one day when he was napping, you secretly slipped on some glasses on him to which he woke up to
he grumbled to take them off, way too tired and sleepy to move, and ignoring your comments that he looked so cute in them
when he was alone, however, belphie would put some on due to your compliments, and look at himself in the mirror with them on
as much as he hated to admit it, you did have a point, but he’d never let anyone know that
#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#Obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#headcanons#general#sincerely a glasses wearing fan lol
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Pairing: Willow x fem!reader; Xander x fem!reader [Bi reader !!]
Request: Hey! can you please write a Willow/Xander x fem reader story where they both have crushes on the reader and they're trying to figure out if she likes boys or girls only to find out shes bi?
Requested by: Anon
A/N: I feel like I’m still a little rusty but I did like writing a little something for this request !! Hope it’s what you wanted and I’m sorry about the wait 💖
You were a new transfer to UC Sunnydale. You could sense that you were on a Hellmouth as soon as you set foot in this new place you would call home. You could sense things, energies and what some may call magic. It just hadn’t occurred to you that this was any different to how other people felt and experienced the world. This would all change, however, once you met who would be your new group of friends. They would show you new possibilities as well as showing you just how powerful you truly are.
You met Buffy in a class you had both taken and subsequently bonded over how much you regretted it. From that first day you both vowed to help each other get through the year. It was as if you just clicked, she was an instant best friend, you could feel it. She then introduced you to her other friends, Willow, Anya and Xander. The latter didn’t actually go to college but he would sneak onto the campus so often and he was good company so you were pleased at this. You got on with everyone so well, it was clear that they had become fond of you almost instantly. Some, more than others.
Over the next five months, Xander and Willow had found themselves adoring you. Neither realising that the other held feelings for you. Xander and you both loved films. You would watch them together all of the time and it became a weekly tradition. You would either go to his basement or he would spend time in your dorm. Sometimes you would forget that the film was on and laugh until you cried at the comments he would make. He was so funny and you couldn’t help but feel so comfortable in his presence.
Willow and you spent time together, she had shown you some small spells for you to practice and you described to her the energy you felt especially now you were in Sunnydale. You could spend hours through the night, just talking. Laughing and sharing your deepest thoughts. She was so sweet to you and you really valued all of the time she spent with you.
Both of them had made you feel so welcome and you enjoyed the attention you had been getting more and more of from them both. You couldn’t lie and say you didn’t suspect that one or both of them may have feelings for you. Although, whenever you thought this you berated yourself for assuming more from their friendly natures.
You couldn’t help loving them, they were so kind and they both looked after you in their own ways. Willow and her magic, Xander and his courage. They were truly now extremely important people in your life. You were thinking of this as you saw Buffy saving your usual seat in your class.
She smile and got you up to speed on all of the latest news you might have missed since you saw her last night on patrol. She was now your closest friend and you basically told each other everything. She had finished telling you all about Riley and what she had found out after the Gentlemen had finally been taken care of. Although, she suddenly changed the topic with a smile and a glint in her eye. She wouldn’t go into detail although she happened to hint about you having a ‘secret admirer’.
Your mind went to Xander and then to willow in almost the same second. Who you suppose you wished it to be. But then, would you want to choose between them? Hurt one at the expense of the other? Would you even be able to choose? Or could you share them both, forget about monogamy, or would that put a strain on their friendship?
Stop. You had to halt all of the scenarios spinning around your head. It was possible it was nobody in your new little friendship group. Perhaps it was a pretty demon that Anya used to know from the olden days that had seen you from afar.
Willow and Xander were sat in the college canteen while you and Buffy were finishing your lecture. Xander had slid in with a group of guys that had finished a game of football so that nobody would question him. They sat and talked for a little but both of their minds had been on you. On their feelings for you. Neither knew that they had never felt this strongly for another person before. They just didn’t know how you could take it.
Willow had been thinking though. She had told Buffy she was gay. She had finally done it. She was a lesbian. She liked girls and only wanted to date girls now. Specifically, you. God, she adored you. Buffy had been surprised at her coming out but after a few months found herself being Will’s biggest supporter. It was easier to accept as Buffy already knew about your sexuality. You had always been open with her about being bi, you just hadn’t gotten around to telling anyone else.
“So, what do you think?” she asked after her usual rambling as she tried to broach the subject with Xander. She needed to see what he would say. She had realised instead that he had zoned out. His eyes watching for someone who was supposed to be here soon.
“Hm?”
“About y/n. I was thinking of asking her out-”
“You can’t!” Xander said, his voice had gone high-pitched at the suggestion. He then coughed and deepened his voice more than he would usually speak it to compensate, “…She’s not gay, Will”
“You don’t know! What are you th-the king of gay people now?”
“No!” Xander said quickly but his heart wasn’t really in their conversation. All he could ever do now was think of you. There was a pause for a while as both of them thought of the other, knowing now that they both felt the same for you. Then they thought of you. Of how close you had become. How kind and affectionate you could be with them. You cared for each of them but neither of them could help but wish for more. Xander suddenly spoke up again, still staring into the distance, “I know, of course I know. Do you, uh, really think… you know?”
“Sometimes she looks at me and I forget to do the breath-y thing” Willow admitted, now rubbing her hands together in her anxiety.
“Well, yeah she does. She’s- Y/n!” He suddenly said, his voice announcing you as he saw you walk towards them. You smiled and waved a little as you weaved between the tables to get to your friends.
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean she’s-” Willow replied, not realising you had been standing behind
“Hey, Y/n! Our Y/n, uh, Y/n our friend!” Xander said a little more urgently, over whatever Willow had been trying to say about your sexuality.
You smile and slide into a seat beside them. Both of them made you so comfortable to be around, you had this sense of home around both of them.
“Buffy caught up to Riley in the corridor, so it’s just me today,”
“That’s good!” Willow said, “Well, n-not good that she isn’t here but good that you are and that they have time together”
“Yeah, I think they’ll be okay. I hope so anyway, he could be good for Buffy right? I don’t know much about Angel but she looks so sad every time someone talks about him”
Willow nodded but Xander wasn’t quite listening. He was trying to think of a way to subtly change the subject from Buffy’s love life to yours. He ended up throwing subtlety out of the window an blurt it out.
“So, Y/n, how would you describe your type. What would your ideal man-”
“O-or woman! Or anybody else!”
“Oh, uh, well I’m not sure I have one type. I fall for people for more than their looks I guess. It just depends on the person!” You smiled but faltered slightly as their brows furrowed at your answer. It wasn’t specific enough for them to gauge who you might be interested in.
However, Willow loved your answer, as did Xander. He was usually a little insecure that he wasn’t the best looking guy or that he made too many jokes to be taken seriously by anyone. But of course, with you, it was different. You could sense goodness from them. You could sense love and promise and potential and you adored spending time with them so much.
But you could feel there was a slight tension. As if they were competing where usually they wouldn’t. Or that they were in some kind of unresolved discussion.
“Why do you ask?”
“Curiosity! We are, um, curious cats”
“If for example, Willow asked you on a date and uh, for the sake of this totally hypothetical situation, I also asked you out too – who would you pick?”
“Well, I think that I would be happy with either of you” You shrugged. And their mouths both widened in surprise at the same time. Neither of them had even considered you might like men and women. Even after you said this as you had to elaborate, “I’m bisexual”
They smiled at you, somewhat satisfied with this answer and both hugged you tightly at you admittance. You couldn’t help grinning so wide at their warmth. Then they caught each other’s eye and saw that they mirrored each other’s expression. That they saw that they had a chance with you. At your love. As you got up and excused yourself that you had to get to another class, there was a silent agreement. Both of them were set on competing for your attention. Especially now that they knew they definitely could have a chance to be by your side.
You weren’t really sure what to make of their question, you told yourself not to think too much into it. Just in case your mind began to spit out unrealistic scenarios that would disappoint you. You left them, not aware that they were both intently watching you leave. Your form dancing away from them in that way that they loved. Their eyes never left you and their thoughts lingered even longer.
One day, you would probably have to make some kind of decision. For now, you were just pleased that they accepted you for who you were. That you couldn’t sense even the smallest change in their fondness for you when you told them. For now, you could enjoy their love, whether platonic or otherwise and keep spending as much free time as you could with them.
#Willow rosenberg x reader#xander harris x reader#xander harris#willow rosenberg#willow x reader#xander x reader#willow rosenberg imagine#xander harris imagine#willow rosenberg x you#xander harris x you#btvs#btvs x reader#btvs imagine#Buffy The Vampire Slayer#buffy the vampire slayer imagines
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