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aetheternity · 2 years

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Fucking & Fighting

Synopsis: Play fighting with your archon boyfriend is something you should always assess the consequences of before doing.

A/N: Ok so if you're following me and you see this you'll know where it's from but for everyone else here's the post that gave me the idea to write this. (Yeah I write too much Venti smut what do you want from me??)

Disclaimer: This is afab reader x Venti. MDNI. brief mentions of being rough in this work.

"Windblume~" Venti's spirited voice echoed down the hall until it found your ears. You hear the call of your partner again followed by the faint sound of a door opening then immediately shutting quickly after.

You weren't exactly hiding. Of course not, you'd never hide from Venti. But the sound of his voice getting closer made your stomach churn with a sort of anticipation.

"Are you.. here??" Followed instantly by a disappointed sigh. A new door, only a couple feet away soon being shut as well.

It was pretty understandable. All the rooms in the mansion looked alike and it seemed Venti's elder brain had its moments of disorientation. His footsteps trekked ever closer and when he stopped in front of your door, you found yourself tugging the blankets up over your head. And yeah this wasn't something you did often. In fact you found yourself taking a back seat to reassess for a moment. But things had already fallen into motion by this point.

The familiar creak of your door welcomed a singsongy and oh giggly tune of, "Windblume~" followed by a faint noise of surprise. Affirming blink perhaps maybe even another gesture you couldn't quite see with this blanket on top of you. A click of the door's confirming shut ringing across the completely silent room.

A chuckle, then an overly dramatized sigh and, "Oh where oh where might my Windblume be today?" The clicks of his shoes across the hardwood grew louder and a little faster as he stopped just beside your bed grabbing your waist so suddenly that you gasped. The blanket flopped off your head as you jolted away from his touch.

"Found you." He muttered, grin impossibly bright.

"Ve-" You nearly bounce off the bed. Those same fingers once idle on your waist dig into your back. Your hips wriggling around till he receives a full joyous scream as you writhe in his hold.

He really is far stronger than he appears. His grip only growing tighter as you slip and slide along the sheets, kicking your feet with each new beg for release. At some point you twist around far enough in your mess of limbs to grab a pillow from the edge of the bed launching it at full speed. The hat once sat atop Venti's head quickly falling to the floor behind him. He pauses now, lips parted in awe and you almost apologize, that is until his hands yank the pillow clean from your hands whacking you far harder than you'd hit him.

"You little.." The bed huffs in agony as you crawl up to the headboard.

"No, wait! You started it!" Venti chokes as he's soon assaulted with a pillow, covering his head with the one he'd snatched from you earlier as you rapidly thwack him.

You momentarily stop, "No I didn't! You were tickling-"

In your moment of restraint he ceases the opportunity. Your legs suddenly wrenched from beneath you. The pillow in your arms and the one he'd been using as a shield falling to the ground as he crawls atop you. You don't miss a beat, bracing for what you assume will be his revenge. Shocked to instead find your wrists captured and quickly pinned above your head. Before you can react Venti's lips are slotting over yours. His thumbs so soothing against your warm skin. Yet still firm anytime you tried to free them.

"Venti.." You sigh into his mouth. Adjusting with him as he splays his legs on either sides of your waist. "Venti, I-"

His braids tickled your cheeks as you gaze into those darkening green/blue irises. The heat of it all feeling as though it were settling on every inch of your skin. His resolve broke, crumbling as he drew ever closer to you. Breath fanning the bridge of your nose.

"Someone's not wearing a bra." He whispered with a low hum. "Were you trying to tease me, Darling Windblume?"

"Is that why you decided to start a fight with me?" You giggle against his lips. "Cause you wanted to touch them?"

"Perhaps, or perhaps I just really felt like tickling you today."

"Pervert." You fake pout.

His laugh is breathy, gentle as the fingers running along the curve of your spine. He traps you in yet another kiss drifting his hands slowly upwards. Your shirt sliding up as they're pushed along by his wrists. You arch your back allowing for the warm fabric to fall away, revealing taut nipples just beneath. Your grin almost childish at the sparkle that glints in the corner of his eyes. Nothing he'd never seen before but that look and that deep shudder of a breath that escaped him never failed to excite you. In more ways than one.

He dips his head to trap your right nipple between his lips. The slick suction so quickly intense on one side while his free hand busied with the left areola. This one spot on your body always had been his favorite. The perfect distraction to allow for your leg to drift along his inner thigh. Adjusting ever so slightly to slip just between his legs.

"Aww Ven, you're practically bursting out of your shorts." You sneer, taking into account the way his eyes flick up to meet yours. Flinching and grappling at the hand that soon replaces your leg between his thighs. But he doesn't bother to remove the touch. "Is this my influence on the great Anemo Archon at its finest."

He doesn't respond. With words that is. Now detached from your chest aside from one hand still affectionately squeezing your tit. His head hangs as he greedily circles his hips back and forth and round and round in the perfect tempo to make his jaw slack. Just the right motions for his chest to cave and his bottom lip to quiver. Your wrist trapped between his clenching thighs while his tiny whimpers alight flames in the pit of your stomach.

"Don't you want these shorts off, Ven?"

It had been quite a while since Venti had come to see you last. Judging by his reactions and how hard up his body seemed for even your smallest touches it might have affected him far more than he was admitting. You noted in your mind how much easier it was to undo his corset than when you'd first done it, happy to watch the article of clothing fall to the floor. Followed by his cape, blouse, shoes, stockings and lastly his shorts. Which were the quickest to go, his drooling tip bobbing around as he moved to help you undress as well.

When he kisses you again it's far rougher, filled with need as his incisors nip at your bottom lip. Tugging it open for his tongue. Meanwhile you found your hands sliding over every lithe curve of Venti's stomach, hips and back. Delighted by how warm his skin felt as though it were your first time with him all over again. His body was so incredibly soft to the touch. Every expanse so firm and nearly any drag of your fingertips made him shiver in ecstasy. Especially the tiny pinches you administered to his nipples.

It'd distracted you so well you weren't privy to where his fingers had moved until they were tugging a moan from your throat. Your cunt welcoming his fingers with no resistance. He straightened up keeping your hips locked in with his thighs, your legs already beginning to quiver as he scissors your flexing pussy.

"Windblume.. I don't want to be gentle anymore." He states firmly

"I'll take it, I promise."

The gasp you let out is noisy, reverberates in a clash off the walls of your bedroom as he adds a third finger. Pounding all three into your spot until you're squirming, inching away from his touch. The sensation gathering in your belly like a clash of pain and pleasure so deep your eyes shut. Then as suddenly as it arrives Venti's retracting his fingers.

You don't even begin to fully exhale before his cock is penetrating your sopping opening, not even bothering to stop until he's balls deep. His moan of your name so throaty and filled with contentment that it almost sounds like a thank you. Followed almost immediately by open mouthed kisses to your face.

"Love, I can't.. can't stay still anymore.. I wanna fuck you." He whispers

The tip of his cock instantly ruts harshly against your spot, so dangerously near your cervix. You find yourself clinging for dear life as Venti only speeds forward, his breathing so harsh against your ear canal. Your nails scrap skin up from his back trying desperately to find any kind of purchase with the way he's so violently fucking inside you.

The pounding of the headboard just behind you two continues to feel louder and louder but it still doesn't out do Venti's pants of your name. The way he chokes and whimpers with every clench of your cunt.

"Windblume.. you're sucking me in so deep.." You can nearly feel the roll of his eyes. "Did your pussy forget me?.. I've been gone.. too long.. because this feels.. so much better than I.... remember."

You can barely form a coherent reply, only his name floods off your lips as you scream for- who knows at this point.

His face dips into the crook of your neck. Sucking sections of your damp skin until it bloomed a bright pink. His free hand cupping and massaging your breasts. Switching between the right and left to give each side an equal amount of attention. Your nails soon leave his back, traveling up the nape of his neck to guide his head.

"I'm gonna cum.. love.." He whimpers, moving the hand that once fondled your breasts to your stomach as he abuses only your spot till you're sobbing and shaking.

Your own orgasm fast approaching with every slide of his cock. He leans back over your lips letting every noise in his body escape against the wild clash. Every second you squeeze him only making his movements that much more harsh. Your orgasm hits you like a truck, white flashes burning into your retinas. Your back arching away as you were hit with immediate overstimulation.

"I'm there, I'm there, Windblume!" Venti's cock twitched with every drop of cum that escaped him. His exhales fluttering over your chest. A couple of quieter moans filtered from his mouth now as his climax ended with your pussy still softly squeezing around him.

His lips pressed against the crown of your head. "Sorry, did I get too carried away?"

You sighed eyes threatening to shut, "Maybe a little at the end but you clearly needed me sooner." A quick kiss to his chin then cheek. "You should've come."

"I wouldn't have been able to stay for long." He whispers "I don't want your mind to drift until you talk yourself into believing I only want, no, need sex from you."

"I've never thought that, Ven."

"Please never think that.."

You give a light chuckle, "I don't."

"Good." His palms slide up to your face coming up to rest on your cheeks. His kiss is far softer yet still a touch needy. "I can buy you breakfast while I'm here, I raked in extra mora from performing. So whatever you want tomorrow is yours."

"Apples and cheese then?" You giggle at the crease of his eyebrows.

"How dare you try to ruin a perfectly good apple.." He snorts playfully

"How about this: pillow fight, loser has to go out earlier and get whatever the victor wants for breakfast."

"Better proposition we just have sex again because that's what would inevitably happen anyway annnddd fight about who's gonna get breakfast tomorrow, tomorrow."

"Sounds like a fair trade."

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xx-lemon-drop-xx · 7 months

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.ೃ꙳࿐𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗- 𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝔽𝕚𝕧𝕖

𝓩𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓲 (𝓒𝓸𝓬𝓴𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰)

Warnings: Cockwarming, gn, probably ooc, use of the word sir, lots of pet names he calls you a whore once.

Words: 562.

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“Darling..” Zhongli drawled out, hands settling on your hips to still your movements. “What did I say about being still?” His cock bobbed inside of you, and Zhongli chuckled at your whine, letting go of your hips to continue working diligently on the stack of papers sitting on his desk.

“Next time I catch you, You’ll be sitting there for even longer. Got it?”

He tapped on your hip with his free hand when you didn't answer- a warning. “Y-Yes sir.” You muttered out, a hum rumbling through his chest at your compliance.

“There we go love. Be good for me.” Zhongli murmured into your ear, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your neck afterwards before placing a paper aside, getting started on the next. He glanced at the clock hanging on the wall above the door. “My shift ends in thirty minutes. Do you think you could wait that long?”

It wouldn't matter what your answer was. He would make you wait either way. And if you had enough self control to be good the rewards would be great. But if you didn’t it was likely he would overstimulate you, but wouldn’t let you cum for the rest of the day.

“B-But Zhongli it’s already been two hours-” You tried to reason, grinding your hips back against him and feeling his cock throb and twitch from its place nestled inside of you. The feeling made you whimper out, your hips repeating the motion until he grabbed them again.

“Thirty more minutes.” Zhongli stated firmly, “Thirty minutes, and then I will fuck you like the pretty whore you are.”

You settled back down against him in defeat, tears of frustration bubbling to the surface as he left you sulking with his cock buried inside of you on his lap. At times he would shift, making goosebumps raise on your body and a sigh fall from your pretty lips that had his gaze flickering over to you for a few seconds.

Time passed by agonizingly slowly, making you more restless as the minutes counted down.

Twenty-five, twenty, fifteen, ten.

You were so close.

“(Y/n), stop rocking.” Zhongli murmured out, looking over into your hazy zoned out eyes. He nodded in satisfaction when you faltered and stopped grinding against him, pen scraping across the paper on his desk in neat hypnotizing handwriting.

“Only a few more minutes, my love. Then you can have however much of me you want.” He promised, pressing another kiss against your flushed skin. Your hands rested overtop of the one across your belly, anchoring you in place. Zhongli felt you fumble with the ring on his thumb and rubbed across the top of your hand with his fingers absentmindedly before moving another page to the pile he had that was finished.

Finally, he looked up at the clock and thirty minutes had passed. You where free from your torture. Zhongli tapped on your thigh twice. “Up darling.” You quickly slipped out of his lap, his cock throbbing and twitching to the exposure of cool air before he stood and walked across the room, locking his door.

Zhongli turned towards you and made a motion with his hand.

“On the desk, my dear. Legs spread.”

He pulled off his overcoat and draped it over the nearest chair, walking over towards you with eyes that seemed to glow.

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fairlyang · 4 months

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Impatient 🕷️

miguel has been wanting a threesome

w/c: 2.1K

pairing: miguel o’hara x peter b parker x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. exhibitionism, public sex, threesome, established relationships, handjob, groping, edging, fucking, aftercare

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Miguel was never one to shy away from public sexual endeavors. If anything he preferred doing anything and everything sexual out in public.

And that meant everything.

It all started at the top of the ferris wheel at a carnival, he put you on your knees while he stared at the sun setting in front of him and it only progressed from there.

He had only recently come up with the grand idea of a public threesome but you had no idea who he had in mind.

You didn't have any suggestions but were absolutely down with whoever he would choose.

Then came the big day, he told you to go to an open lake that was next to the woods. When you got there you noticed there was a small part that was a bridge for cars to drive past, only would he find something just perfect.

You went down the woods until you were finally reaching the river and able to hear voices. You could hear Miguel's laugh clear as day but the second voice was unfamiliar.

At least for a few seconds before it finally took your brain to make the connection.

You went under some branches and to where the voices came from.

Miguel turned to look at you with a wide grin while he beckoned you over. You walked towards him and he snakes his arm around your waist before motioning towards your third.

"Was reminding Peter B about our first talk about this and what I had in mind and he was in before I could even finish the sentence." He explains with a smirk on his lips while Peter B just chuckles and shrugs.

"The wife doesn't mind so why not?" He answers making you chuckle.

Things escalated quick as fuck, given that Miguel had little to no patience and he's been waiting to do this all week, he took your dress off you fast, only to see you wore nothing underneath.

He and Peter were both already shirtless and in only swim trunks which were also taken off pretty quickly by your impatient hands.

Peter's cock sprung up when you slid his trunks off and it only made you salivate looking at it. Not as thick as Miguel's but it was a bit longer which was a bit surprising but you never really thought of guessing his size before.

Miguel slipped his off and then grabbed your hand, leading you to the river while Peter trailed behind you. You stepped your foot into the water and thankfully wasn't too cold

The three of you were now in the water and Miguel was leading you deeper but then stops when the water was right below your tits.

You then feel hands all over your body and Miguel pulls you in for a kiss while he and Peter started groping you. You moaned against him while you brought your hand to the side to feel Peter. Once you felt him you trailed down his stomach until you felt his cock and you started to stroke him.

You tried your hardest to focus on just stroking Peter's cock but the way Miguel was harshly kissing you, along with both of them groping your tits, it was hard to focus on one thing.

You felt a hand go down your body and you could only imagine that someone was already feeling a little impatient.

You spread your legs and Miguel pulls away only to turn you around so your ass was against his cock. You were already breathless and you turned to Peter who quickly went down and started sucking on your left nipple while Miguel squeezed them together for him.

You moaned and started grinding against Miguel making him groan in your ear. He squeezed your tits harder while Peter alternated between your nipples. "Fuck!" You cried out and laid your head back against Miguel's chest.

"Oh you like that huh baby?" Miguel murmured in your ear and you could only nod in response as one of his hands makes its way between your thighs.

You spread your legs apart and he didn't hesitate to immediately start rubbing circles against your clit. You took a deep breath in and moaned again, looking into Peter's eyes while you attempted to grind against Miguel's fingers.

He pulled away from your nipple to squeeze them himself which prompted Miguel to groan, not in annoyance but more in the fact he liked the way Peter moved his hand away.

"Such a dirty girl." Peter mumbles and blows air on your nipples, sending shivers down your spine.

"Just letting yourself get played with like this out in public hm?" He murmurs making you moan.

"Fuck yes- y-yes I love it." You moan and he licks your right nipple with the tip of his tongue.

Almost as if in a trance you couldn't look away from him and you were able to maintain a bit of eye contact until you let out cries when Miguel started to rub your clit at an unexpected faster pace. "Fuck-!"

Peter groans and sucked on them harshly now, following Miguel's lead which only had you a poor shivering mess already.

Miguel's second hand found its way around your waist, to help keep you steady, and so Peter could freely grope you however he pleased. "You sound so fucking perfect mami." Miguel whispered in your ear as he moved his fingers and teased your entrance.

"Oh god- Miguel-" you moaned and bucked your hips up.

Peter pinched your right nipple while he sucked on the left making your head spin from so much stimulation.

Finally Miguel slipped two fingers in but then slipped them back out only to add the third finger when slamming them back in. "Miguel!"

You leaned against him as he finger fucked you relentlessly, never once stopping or caring if you were caught. That was his favorite part after all.

Just the thought of someone maybe catching you guys and getting turned on? Probably one of the main reasons he loved playing with you in public.

You drew in the pervs and there was nothing he loved than making sure everyone and anyone who dared to watch knew that you were only his. The way he used you was the proof.

But this was a special occasion.

"Wrap your leg around Peter." He says and you almost didn't catch it if it weren't for the fact that Peter took a step away to help you.

You blinked and suddenly felt empty. He took his fingers out.

You poured and then did as you were told, lifting your right leg and wrapped it around his waist while he was standing right in front of you. "Atta girl." Miguel mumbles before slipping his fingers back inside and going back to fuck you again.

You cried out and leaned forward, Peter leaning his head against yours as he grabbed onto your leg tightly so you wouldn't fall. "Fuck- oh my god-!" You whimpered as Miguel's fingers were somehow fucking you harder.

It wasn't weird for Miguel to wanna do stuff while in water. He loved shower sex and nudist beaches with everything he has. So you could say he had his practice in when it came to fingering you while underwater.

But all of this did come as huge surprise for Peter. He swore up and down Miguel was not getting any action considering he never told anyone he had a girlfriend.

Until the idea came to his mind and he didn't hesitate to spilling the beans to Peter. He thought that he'd be a great candidate and that you wouldn't mind.

Luckily he was down for it otherwise it would've been awkward working with him after that. And boy did Peter love that idea.

He and MJ had an open marriage and even though she hadn't been in the mood for a threesome that didn't mean he couldn't do it without her.

So it was a no brainer for him.

Peter's eyes were filled with lust and he grew more and more eager to be able to please you himself. You let out the prettiest of moans and whimpers and it didn't help that you were doing it right in front of his face.

He wanted to be inside you to badly already, hear how you'd moan just for him, and how you'd look at him. You already looked so pretty and Miguel's only been fingering you.

He could only imagine how you'd look when you're being fucked like you're suppose to be.

And he didn't have to imagine for much longer.

Miguel pulled his fingers out of you, earning himself cries from your end which he ignored, when he told you to wrap your other leg around Peter's waist.

You shot him a glare before doing so and wrapping your arms behind Peter's neck while Peter happily carried you.

Miguel stood behind you and instructed you to lay back and against his chest. You did so, slowly moving back as he held your lower back to keep you steady as you laid your head on his chest.

Miguel then gave Peter a look and he knew it was finally time.

Peter pulled the slightest bit back away from you and grabbed his cock with one hand while the other held on to your waist. He lined himself up to your entrance but thought it was a good idea to tease you.

As if you hadn't gone through enough torture already.

But he quickly changed his mind because he lost his patience, like Miguel, and slowly slipped inside.

You gasped and closed your eyes, clasping your legs around Peter's waist so he could fit all the way. "S-shit-" you whine, feeling your legs start to slightly shake.

The edging had already taken a toll on your body and Miguel cut two orgasms right as they were about to hit. Knowing him he might make Peter pull away before you could cum.

You brought your left hand up and behind Miguel's head as he leaned in to kiss your neck as Peter started to thrust in and out.

Peter held onto your waist tightly as Miguel started leaving hickey's along your neck. "Peter-" you moaned out and felt yourself clenching against him, making the both of you moan.

"So fucking tight." He mutters and pounds into you faster making you gasp then let out cries that we're just music to both men's ears.

"Oh f-fuck-! Peter~ please don't stop." You whine and feel your eyes flutter.

Peter groaned and shook his head, "I promise I won't." He says and starts pounding into you at a relentlessly faster pace making you cry out and try to grip on to Miguel's hair.

The water was splashing even more now and you could feel it hit your tits with every thrust. Miguel held you still with one hand before moving his hand up and started squeezing your right breast with the other one. He was then pinching your nipple overwhelming all your senses on purpose, of course.

"Fuck! Feels so good Peter." You moan and open your eyes again to see him with water dripping down his body and his face glowing red.

"Please, please fuck me harder." You plead and look up into his eyes.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head, you just looked so gorgeous and he couldn't get enough of you. He did as you asked, without another word, and looked right back at you as he did.

His hips were now meeting yours and he was hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. His grip on your waist never budged and he maintained eye contact while you moaned for him and also trying you best to keep the eye contact.

"Peter—!" You whimpered and lifted yourself up a bit higher because your legs were giving up on you.

Both men saw this and did everything in their power to make sure you were secure and not able to fall at all. Miguel's strong arms held up your upper body while Peter grabbed onto your thighs.

Suddenly that all too familiar in your abdomen built up fast and quickly hit you like a load of trucks. Your entire body started shaking while you let out strings of moan and cries, as Peter let you ride out your high.

He slowed down and you began trying to calm your breathing down while they both began giving you sweet words and praises.

"Did so good baby."

"You were perfect."

You hummed and closed your eyes, relaxing into Miguel's arms before feeling Peter slowly pull out. You whine when he pulled out all the way but he ignored it.

He place you down then came close to you, cupping your cheeks before giving you a few pecks on the lips. Miguel hugged you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist while he kissed your shoulder and murmured more praises. "You did so good for us mami." He whispers in your ear and you hum while gently kissing Peter back.

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cambion-companion · 2 years

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Thank you for answering me and for accepting my request ❤️ as far as the scenerio goes I'd like to see reader (aemond secret lover who's also the eldest strong) finding out about her brother's passing and confronting aemond about it

Hi my love! Yes, we can get some angst up in here! I hope you like!

Aemond x Strong!Reader | haha they're also pretty strong | No content warnings | Pre-established romance between the two

Your hair streamed behind you, cloak flapping in the wind as you strode across the beach at Dragonstone. It was late, the moon already hung high in the sky, reflecting its light off the crashing waves. No one knew of your departure, least of all your mother the queen and heir to the Iron Throne. Rhaenyra would never have let you leave for King’s Landing during such a perilous time, but the anger rushing in your ears would not allow you to sit idle. Your young dragon, Nirsiphes, waited for you by the high black rocks. Her inky black scales the perfect camouflage for a nighttime flight. You climbed up to the leather dragon saddle, shouted “Sōvegon” to Nirsiphes, urging the dragon to launch herself into the night sky.

The flight to King’s Landing was a short one on dragon back, you had made it many times before. You did not know exactly what you would do once there, you planned on landing a discreet distance from the city walls and sneaking in through one of the many covert entrances you knew about. But once at your final destination, you shook your head, you would deal with Aemond when that time came.

The beauty of having a small dragon is you can land them relatively near a large city and go unnoticed, the downside of having a small dragon…well…your little brother Lucerys had had a small dragon. “Umbagon, Nirsiphes.” You urged your dragon to stay in the place you had chosen to land, raising your dark hood over your head you hurried toward the Red Keep.

It was the earliest hours of the morning and the stars still shone brightly above you as you winded your way through the empty streets. Your boots made soft sound on the stone floor as you snuck past the guards nodding off at the doors and into the fortress. From there it was short work, your movements quick and decisive, making your way to where you knew Aemond’s chambers to be. His rooms were nearest to the library, as that was one of his favorite haunts, your feet knew the path well.

With gentle care, you tried the handle and found his door unlocked. The fool. You quietly eased the door open on polished hinges, just wide enough for you to slip through and close it again behind you. Moonlight spilled in through the windows and balcony doors, illuminating the room enough for you to see the sleeping form on the four-poster bed.

You approached him, flexing your hands nervously at your sides, coming to a stop directly over Aemond. His eyepatch was off, as you had seen him before countless times, the sapphire glowing from the light of the setting moon. His hair was splayed on the pillow, surrounding his face in a web of silver. You hadn’t seen him look this peaceful before, his angular face slack in sleep. He didn’t deserve to be at peace, not when your brother’s corpse floated somewhere in Shipbreaker Bay.

You reached toward Aemond’s face, whether to slap him or smother him, you knew not which. His eye snapped open, glaring at your face, his hand shot up gripping your wrist. He pulled and brought you tumbling onto the mattress as Aemond maneuvered himself above you, pinning you to the bed. “I wondered when you would show up in my rooms, Y/N.” You struggled against him, but Aemond used both his hands and legs to hold you fast. “However, you don’t strike me as an overly competent assassin.”

“I didn’t come here to kill you.” You said, not sure if it was the truth. You stilled against him, a curtain of silver hair framing his handsome face.

His hands moved quickly, searching your body for weapons. Upon finding none Aemond sat back, still sitting on your legs to prevent you moving. “Then why are you here, if not to exact revenge for Lucerys.”

“Don’t you dare say his name.” You hissed, propping yourself up on your elbows. “You murdered him, Aemond. He was a fourteen year old boy!”

“Keep your voice down or I will gag and bind you like a trussed turkey.” Aemond growled down at you, his face twisted with anger and…something you couldn’t place. “I am well aware how old he was.” He looked away from you briefly. “Will you allow me to speak, or have you decided my guilt already?”

The sudden weariness in Aemond’s took you by surprise. As he got up off you, standing and moving to light a few sconces in the room, you sat up and pulled your feet under yourself. “I wish to know the truth.”

“And if the truth is I killed him?” Aemond crossed the room to a table and poured water into two pewter goblets, glancing over at you.

“Then I will kill you.” You said simply, earning a rueful smile from the prince as he looked you over.

“I appreciate your anger and I regret your grief.” Aemond returned to you and offered you the goblet. “I did not want your brother dead. I tried to stop it.”

You gazed at his face a moment, his expression was grave, earnest. You at last took the drink from his proffered hand. Aemond did not move to sit with you, instead he remained standing beside the bed. A silence fell as both you and Aemond took a pensive sip of water.

“‘Tried to stop it’?” You prompted after a moment.

Aemond’s eye, which had been looking out the window, flicked back to your face. “We lost control of our dragons. Arrax blew fire into Vhagar’s face, and she pursued him. I was…powerless to stop what happened next.” A fleeting wince crossed his face at the admission.

“Have you told anyone else this?” Your knuckles were white as you clutched the goblet.

“No one. Not that they would believe me.” Aemond looked to the ceiling as if searching for a reprieve there.

“What…exactly…were the circumstances leading to you losing control of the largest dragon in Westeros?” You voice dripped venom.

Aemond heard it and downed the last of his drink. “Lucerys arrived at Storm’s End to parlay with Borros Baratheon, trying to get him on the Black’s…your family’s side. I had arrived long before and already offered an engagement to one of his daughters.” Your heart constricted at his words, but you fought off the feeling. “I demanded Luke give me one of his eyes as payment for mine. He fled. I pursued.”

You closed your eyes, willing yourself to not lose control of your temper. “You pursued.” You echoed. “Not thinking of the possible consequences? Forever entrenched in your own desire for revenge?”

With a sudden movement, Aemond’s face was very close to yours, his violet eye wild. “I did not know it was possible to lose control of my dragon, Y/N. I wanted to scare the boy, not kill him.” Aemond withdrew, quick as a snake, turning his back to you and running shaky hands through his tousled hair.

You stood. “And how did that work out for you, Aemond?”

He did not answer, nor did he turn to look at you. Instead walking to one of the window’s gazing listlessly out across King’s Landing, his long fingers tapping the windowsill.

You made your way to the table, pouring yourself more water.

“I would not do that to you.” Aemond’s voice was soft, you almost didn’t catch his words.

“What?” Glancing up you saw he now faced you, his expression had lost all pretense of anger, instead falling into utter sadness.

It pulled at your heart and, almost against your will, you found yourself setting down your drink and crossing the room to take his face in your hands. Your thumb traced his jaw, the vertical scar on his cheek, along the lips you knew so well.

Aemond pulled you closer to him, his hands at your waist. “I am named ‘Kinslayer’, viewed as a degenerate and monster.” He raised a hand, brushing the back of his fingers down your face. “The pieces are falling, Y/N, what happened to your brother set in motion irrevocable damage. Your family is soon to be at war with mine, one I don’t see many surviving.”

His purple eye glistened with suppressed grief. Conflicting emotions flitted across his features as he looked down at you. Guilt, anger, sadness, affection. Several tears dropped from your eyes, running down your cheeks as you gazed at him. Aemond brushed them away with his fingers, leaning down to place a kiss below each of your damp eyes.

“You should leave, dawn is soon to break, you will need to be out of the city before daylight comes.”

His grip on you did not loosen and you snaked your hands around his torso, leaning your head on his chest. You felt his sigh ruffle your hair as Aemond rested his chin on your crown.

“Am I likely to see you again?” You knew the answer as you asked it.

Aemond paused a moment, his heartbeat thrumming in your ear.

“I hope not, Y/N.”

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Clan of Three - Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve: The Jedi

Plot: A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers with an undiscovered lineage. An unlikely group to travel the galaxy together.

Word Count: 7.9K

Pairing: Father Figure!Din Djarin x Platonic!Teen!Reader

Warnings: fighting/violence, injuries, blood, semi-angst, PTSD, some wholesome moments

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The Crest appears above the planet Corvus, half of the planet green and full of forestry the other half darkened with deep red scars in the earth, “Corvus, this is the place. I’ve detected a beacon.” Din says prepping the ship to begin landing before looking back at the child moving in his seat, “I’m gonna start the landing cycle. You better get back in your seat.” The Mandalorian faces forward as the child begins to move once again reaching for the small ball attached to the joystick, “Hey, what did I tell you? Back in your seat.” The child reluctantly sits back as Din continues his approach but its tiny hands raise up and the ball unscrews summoned to his hands.

The Crest flies over the town where the beacon was coming from landing in the woods outside of the city, Din turns to see the child fidgeting with the small ball, “What did I say about that? This needs to stay on the ship.” He takes the ball from whining the green baby slipping it into his belt.

The sound of a groan has Din alert as he quickly climbs down the ladder entering the main hull. The child following quickly by his pram spots his guardian hovering over a cot resting a girl. Din pushes back the strands of hair that are flush to your face and neck seeing the sweat glistening on your temples and neck. From the thermal scanner, Din curses seeing the high temperature coming off you. Grabbing the medpack that was kept by you for quick access taking in the dwindling supplies, just the small remains of bacta spray left and not enough bandages. Throughout their week-long travels to Corvus Din had been attentive in checking your wound making sure you had water and taking the time to clean and change you into some clothes Din had been sure not to see anything. Your clothes are already cleaned but have kept you in more comfortable clothes. But you still remained unconscious and with only getting the water it made sense you were to get sick while also fighting to heal.

Din peels up his shirt from your body to view your injury, unwrapping the stained bandage and wincing seeing the crudely burned flesh it wasn’t going to be a pretty scar when healed. What concerned him though was the redness and fluid coming from the wound, he knew Cara had been rushing and it was truly life or death so the chances things weren’t properly sanitized or your injury wasn’t is likely. This explains the fever from the infection but bacta spray wasn’t going to cut it, he needed stronger medicine. Din would have taken you to a hospital if he could but the chances that he would be taken by the New Republic or the empire spotting you and the child in such a vulnerable state. He couldn’t risk it.

The child emits a sad noise seeing the crease between your brows placing his small hand against your cheek, trying to pour some of his power into helping you. Din watches thinking your injury will heal and you would wake up but the child pulls away looking at him confused why it didn’t work. Was it something he was doing wrong…or were you stopping him he didn’t understand this jedi thing.

“I’m gonna get you something ya hear me kid,” Din says quickly grabbing a cloth and wetting it in the fresher returning and placing it on your forehead. He feels slightly relieved seeing the pained look on your face disappear slightly with the cold cloth. Rewrapping your wound and covering you with the blanket taking one last look he stands moving towards the ramp. A whine comes from the child as he tries to follow Din. “Not much to see out here,” The green infant coos and Din looks down at him as the ramp continues to lower, “Never had dealings with a Jedi before.”

Sighing he picks up the child placing him in his side satchel, “Let’s head into town. See if we can pick up a lead.” Leaving the Crest he places the ship in ground security protocols not letting anyone get in while he leaves you in a weakened state.

Reaching the city gate the fog settled around him making the whole town more desolate, spotting the guard on the wall above the gate he stares at the man and he stares back, “State your business.” The man on top of the wall calls out.

“Been tracking for a few days. Looking for a layover.” Din calls out and the man in the armor looks over internally comparing his own to the pristine beskar, “Nice armor. You a hunter, then?”

“That’s right.” Din nods, “Guild?” The man questions and he nods once again, “Last I checked.” The man turns to speak to someone else he couldn’t see in a language he didn’t recognize before he calls out in Basic, “Open the gate.”

The large gates creak open allowing the Mandalorian inside and he was surprised by the empty streets and the lifelessness of the town. He quickly notices the citizens picking at scraps and looking dejected, he walks up to a droid to speak but it walks past him. “Pardon me, vendor, have you heard of anyone…”

Seeing a man standing by a table more pushed into an alley, beside him are two children a boy and a girl as they break apart a small loaf of bread. “You there. I need some information. I’m looking for medicine and someone,” The man looks shocked being addressed he whispers something to the children and they go rushing off further into the alley.

“Please, do not speak to them, or to any of us.” The man speaks shaking his hands and looking around to see if anyone is watching this interaction, Look, I just need to know…”

“The Magistrate wants to see you.” A man behind Din speaks up and he turns to see two armored mercenaries standing almost waiting for him, he nods briefly glancing back at the man who avoids all eye contact. Being escorted through the main street they reach a section where people stand in cages their screams filling the air as electricity harms them. The chill that runs through his body when their screams are replaced with yours and his hands turn into fists as he looks forward as they cry out to him, “Help us…She’ll kill us all.”

A guard opens a second gate of the city with enters a villa a clear difference from the town, the freshwater from the moat, and the greenery and flora. He could understand where the money is going. Walking across the bridge he spots a woman looking over the waters of the moat dressed in much better clothes than the townspeople, “Come forward. You are a Mandalorian?” The Magistrate calls out and Din moves forward, “Yes.”

She nods, “I have a proposition that may interest you.” Din quickly responds to her statement, “My price is high.” He was only here to find the jedi and to get you medicine he didn’t have time for bounties,

“This target is priceless. A Jedi plagues me. I want you to kill her.” The magistrate explains and Din could only assume it’s the same one he is looking for, “That’s a difficult task.” He says and the Magistrate nods knowing her offer was not one for the faint of heart,

“One that you are well-suited for. The Jedi are the ancient enemy of Mandalore.” She says hoping his creed’s dislike for the jedi would make the offer more appealing but Din is standing firm, “As I said, my price is high.”

The Magistrate holds her hand out and a droid servant comes over with a large spear which she takes before passing it to Din, “What do you make of this?”

Din accepts the weapon with two hands examining the weapon and its craftsmanship. Ringing the staff against his armor and a crisp ring fills the air confirming his suspicions….pure beskar.

“Beskar.” He comments and she nods taking the weapon back and holding it with one hand, “Pure beskar… like your armor. Kill the Jedi and it’s yours.” She offers and Din thinks of his options,

“Where do I find this Jedi?” He asks and the Magistrate calls over another droid servant who gives him coordinates to where they had last seen this jedi, “I ask only one thing,” Din speaks up and the Magistrate nods letting him continue, “I am in need of medicine, bandages, and an E-Bacta Shot.” The woman looks surprised at his comment.

“E-Bacta shots are very hard to come upon, but very well you kill the jedi you will receive it as well as the staff-” “I require the medicine now.” The Magistrate stares at Din almost piercing through his helmet and her face changes with realization. He needed it not for him, but someone else…someone he had to care enough about who was injured enough that they would need an experimental drug to help them. “Very well, fetch an E-Bacta shot and some bandages for the Mandalorian,” She orders a droid they head off the fetch the objects. It didn’t take long before the droid returned with a small pouch given to the man who looked inside seeing the shot and wrappings. With one final look, he departed to find his bounty.

The man called Lang leads Din and the child out of the city gate, looking down he notices the child in the pouch staring back at him behind shrinking back, “What is that thing?” Din looks at the child and then at Lang, “I keep it around for luck.” Lang nods looking at the bounty hunter,

“You’re gonna need it where you’re headed.” He quips before heading back into the city gates leaving the two. Returning to the Crest punching in the security code to disable lockdown Din and the Child enter, the kid quickly enters his pram as he moves towards the girl still asleep. Your fever only rose higher to temperatures that were concerning him as chills began, taking the cloth that was mainly dry now to wipe some sweat from the back of your neck. Pulling back the blanket to see your wound he completely removed the bandage going to the fresher to get a new damp cloth to clean the irritated and oozing wound.

Apologizes whispered into the air watching you wince in your sleep, “You’re alright kid, got you some medicine. You’re gonna feel better.” Din promises, removing the cloth he opens up the small pouch taking out the E-Bacta shot and the new bandages. Opening the cover for the syringe he was lucky you were unconscious so you couldn’t see the very long and thick needle that was to enter your body. The child hides back in his pram unable to watch the needle enter you. Normally it would have been a smaller dose but he needed this to work beside you were going to be asleep during this. The vibrant liquid quickly enters your body as he injects it right beside where your wound before wrapping it once more with bandages. Din pulls up your blanket as a large shiver takes over your body.

“We have to go…but you’re going to be alright. You fight kid. Gar're morut'yc ner cyar'ika” (you’re safe my darling) Din whispers his gloved hand tracing your face and pushing the small strands of hair back. He could only hope that this worked having only heard of the effects it has though affecting an individual's senses it did accelerate their healing and that’s what matters. He wanted you awake and okay--no needed you to be. Once again making sure you were alright before he and the child leave the Crest to set off once again to search for this jedi.

Whisper of voices, the brief brushes of something or someone touching you as your eyes open seeing stone above and the ground rough beneath you. Pushing yourself to your elbows find yourself in almost a cave with lanterns that light the area. Looking around confused you were on Nervarro then…you couldn’t remember…whisper of voices float through the air as a breeze appears blowing your hair and ruffling your clothes. Looking forward, the lanterns glow a brilliant blue and yellow pulse almost alive as you rise to stand.

“te oya'la pirun” The earth breathes out the words as you are guided by the lights almost an invisible string wrapped around you pulling you further into the caves, the lights growing and dimming with each breath you take drawing closer. The pounding of a drum shakes the ground around you and the tunnel opens up revealing an open cave filled with people some holding candles, and large torches decorating the path leading you to dark waters. Pillars stand tall inscriptions carved into the stone as a voice speaks out, “Bat ner gai bal te gai be ruyot. Ibac Ni Kelir kemir te ara be te Mand'alor. Bal te miit be te Resol'nare Kelir cuyir darasuum o'r ner kar'ta. Ibic cuyir te ara.” You couldn’t recognize the words being spoken and you freeze seeing those standing by the waters on steps leading down to the black waters.

“Mama…papa…” You whisper your voice an echo as you look at your parents confused by their appearance. Your mother wears these white tubed flowers in her hair with a large headpiece, her clothes regal in shades of blues, teals, and purples nothing you’ve ever seen her wear before. Your father wears shades of tan loose clothes and a deep brown robe that appear natural but seem to have more significance. It wasn’t something you were used to seeing on either of them, especially in this location.

“te oya'la pirun”

Those words repeat again as your parents hold out their hands but for a moment it’s not your parents, it's a woman with fair skin, bright blonde hair, and soft blue eyes with a man with auburn hair and a beard with strong grey eyes. You stare at the woman and man as they look back at you the woman has a gentle smile and the man has a very neutral expression but you could see the pride in his eyes. The string seems to pull you forward as you move past the two taking a step down into the water. It licks at your feet as you continue to step further into the water words you weren’t even sure you could speak but it comes from your mouth,

“Bat ner gai bal te gai be ruyot,”

Each step further into the water it reaching your knee as the string around you pulls you deeper,

“Ibac Ni Kelir kemir te ara be te Mand'alor,”

The water soaks you now at your waist your hands spread as the liquid slips past your fingers. A pang of fear comes over you being this deep in the water but it quickly leaves with a peaceful feeling,

“Bal te miit be te Resol'nare Kelir cuyir darasuum o'r ner kar'ta.”

The glimpses of your parents and the other two fill your vision as you take the final step the water at your chest. This feeling of something in the water doesn’t fear you but invites you in almost calling to you as you speak the final words.

“Ibic cuyir te ara.”

And you sink into the water darkness taking over.

The sounds of nature surround Din and the child as they travel deeper into the woods following the coordinates provided by the Magistrate. “Well, these are the coordinates. Keep your eyes open. We must be close.” Din speaks to the small child through his visor he examines the trails and looks for signatures of footprints or markings that someone was there. A crack fills the air making the hunter pause, “You hear that? Don’t worry. Sit right here. Let me see what’s out there.” Pulling the child out of the bag and placing him on a rock while slowly pulling his rifle off his back. Looking through the scope toward where the noise was coming from only to spot some native animals far off in the distance eating the vegetation.

“False alarm,” Din says turning around right out the moment two lightsabers came down on him. Quickly blocking with his vambraces the beskar deflects the energy of the weapon. Releasing a wave of flames from his flamethrowers sends his enemy back and burns her cloak making her take it off. Shooting his arm out and a cord wraps around her arms restricting her movements, but she jumps into the air over a branch flinging Din midair as a pulley. Din detaches the wire landing on the ground and she is free as well both blaster and lightsabers ready to duel but he quickly speaks up, “Ahsoka Tano! Bo-Katan sent me. We need to talk.”

The jedi Ahsoka lowers her weapons but not looking at the Mandalorian but past him at the child sitting on the rock watching the fight, “I hope it’s about him.”

The evening has taken over the planet as the clearing is only lit by a single lantern. Din watches the two just sitting in silence looking at each other, “Is he speaking? Do you understand him?” Ahsoka nods standing picking up the child and bringing them to a new clearing Din follows holding the lantern, “In a way. Grogu and I can feel each other’s thoughts.” She explains to the child sitting on a rock and it perks up hearing his name.

“Grogu?” Din says and the child Grogu makes another noise hearing his name and now looking at Din.

“Yes. That’s his name.” Ahsoka explains as Din watches the child well Grogu stares at a large butterfly moving through the air, “Grogu.” Din calls out and Grogu quickly looks over at Din making a gurgling noise.

“He was raised at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. Many Masters trained him over the years. At the end of the Clone Wars when the Empire rose to power, he was hidden. Someone took him from the Temple. Then his memory becomes… dark. He seemed lost. Alone. I’ve only known one other being like this. A wise Jedi Master named Yoda.” Ahsoka speaks looking at Grogu and then off into the distance thinking of memories of the past.

“Can he still wield the Force?” Ahsoka asks turning to Din. “You mean his powers?”

“The Force is what gives him his powers. It is an energy field created by all living things. To wield it takes a great deal of training and discipline.” Ahsoka explains motioning to all that surrounds them, from the rocks to the lush trees.

“I’ve seen him do things I can’t explain. My task was to bring him to a Jedi,” Din explains thinking of all the things he’s seen Grogu do as well as you, “There’s another the same as him, she has one of your weapons.” Din points at one of her lightsabers resting on her hips.

“You found another Jedi but the Jedi Order fell a long time ago…is she from the temple?” Ahsoka asks but Din shakes his head, “She’s a child from Tatooine…an orphan seemingly trained by herself.”

“Where is she then?” She questions and Din grows silent Ahsoka could sense the fear that shackles him as well as guilt, “She will be alright.” She rests her hand on his shoulder as he moves his gaze to watch the small infant,

“The Empire is gone, yet it still hunts them. They need your help.” He says and Ahsoka stands looking at the two before heading off to a part of the clearing,

“Let him sleep. I’ll test him in the morning.”

The screams filled the great hall, and blaster fire fills the air as the fight for your life pushes you forward. Your blade cuts down the troopers as they keep appearing to overwhelm you. Swinging your blade but it comes in contact with another, the once orange saber now blue clashing against another blue saber. The roar of the wind as an eruption of fiery liquid and a rock flies into the air. A man with wild hair and eyes that only showed rage presses his saber harsher against yours.

"I have failed you, Anakin. I have failed you." You speak but your voice comes in and out with another the voice of a man. Guilt and sadness fill your chest seeing the man in front of you as you stand on opposite sides.

"I should have known the Jedi were plotting to take over!" He shouts out his eyes once blue a sickly shade of yellow, the darkness in his heart taken over.

"Anakin, Chancellor Palpatine is evil!" You yell out to the man you’ve never met before feeling tears fill your eyes. This sadness is like a weight in your chest trying to pull you down, the hot air blowing your hair and clothes the same as his.

"From my point of view, the Jedi are evil!" He shouts raising his weapon and you raise yours too feeling a piece of you leave dying alongside the light in him.

"Well, then, you are lost!" You cry out before you both rush forward grabbing each other and holding you back as the lava erupts showering over you as you’re shoved backward finding yourself on the shores of the river the heat from the lava burning as you stare down at the man his arm and legs cut off as he tries dragging himself up the blackened ash.

A sorrow, unlike anything, fills you as you cry out to him, and the man’s voice splits with yours, "You were the Chosen One! It was said that you would destroy the Sith, not join them! Bring balance to the Force, not leave it in darkness!"

His cries fill the air as he slides closer to the flames the hatred in his eyes, "I hate you!" He spits and you climb further up the sands your hand reaching down to grab his weapon the weight of its sins heavy. You look back at the man tears filling your eyes.

"You were my brother, Anakin; I loved you.” You turn to leave his screams as the flames burn his body leaving you with haunted memories. You move to leave this moment when a voice calls out behind you

“You have something I want.”

Dawn covers Corvus as the Mandalorian with Grogu follows the jedi into a green clearing the forest and nature vibrant compared to what he’s seen in the town. “Let’s see what knowledge is lurking inside that little mind,” Ahsoka says as Din places Grogu on a large rock and steps back the jedi grabs a small rock holding it in her hand before turning her palm and the rock floats in mid-air. Pushing her hand out the rock floats over to the smaller jedi as he holds his hands out taking the rock from the air giggling and having the stone, “Now, return the stone to me, Grogu.” She says holding her hand out, the child looks down at the rock before holding it closer to his chest,

“He doesn’t understand.” Din says but Ahsoka shakes her head still holding her hand out, “He does.” Grogu whines not wanting to give it but put Ahsoka pushes, “It’s okay. The stone, Grogu.” Grogu looks at her before willfully dropping the stone to the ground.

Ahsoka moves to kneel in front of the child holding his hand, “I sense much fear in you. He’s hidden his abilities to survive over the years. Let’s try something else. Come over here.” She says before moving back and motioning for Din to come over.

“He’s stubborn.” The bounty hunter comments and Ahsoka disagrees, “Not him. You. I want to see if he’ll listen to you.”

Din scoffs hearing the request, “That would be a first.”

“I like firsts,” She smirks as she hands Din the stone, “Good or bad, they’re always memorable. Now, hold the stone out in the palm of your hand. Tell him to lift it up.” She steps back watching Din look at her before sighing and turning towards the child,

“All right, kid. Lift the stone.” He holds the stone out, “Grogu.” Ahsoka cuts in and Din looks over at her.

“Grogu…” This peaks his attention as he looks at the Mandalorian, “Come on, take the stone.” He tries enticing him but he just coos not listening, “You see? I told you, he’s stubborn.” Din drops his hand and the stone.

Ahsoka gives him a look, watching the two of them, “Try to connect with him.”

Din takes a deep breath before grabbing something from his belt, “Grogu…” He calls the child’s attention as he reveals the ball and he is intrigued, “Do you want this? Well, go ahead. That’s right, take it. Come on. You can have it. Come on.” Din holds out the ball and Grogu slowly lifts his hands concentrating and the ball rips from Din’s hand into his, “Good job! Good job, kid. You see that? That’s right.”

Din praises the child kneeling down and giving an affectionate rub against his ears making Grogu giggle, “I knew you could do it. Very good.” Ahsoka watches this interaction and her decision is made,

“He’s formed a strong attachment to you,” She comments and Din looks over seeing the hesitant look on her face, “I cannot train him or the girl.”

“What? Why not? You’ve seen what he can do. You haven’t even met the kid.”

“His attachment to you makes him vulnerable to his fears. His anger.” Ahsoka says and Din stands up trying to get her to reconsider, “All the more reason to train him.”

“No. I’ve seen what such feelings can do to a fully-trained Jedi Knight. To the best of us. I will not start this child down that path. Better to let his abilities fade. I’ve delayed too long. I must get back to the village.” She says a pained expression on her face at the mention of the Jedi before she turns and heads off,

“The Magistrate sent me to kill you. I didn’t agree to anything. And I’ll help you with your problem if you see to it that Grogu and the girl are properly trained.” Din says and Ahsoka pauses hearing this news, “She has a small army of guards armed with A350 blaster rifles, two HK-87 assassin droids, and a hired gunfighter. He reads ex-military to me. Combined, not even your laser swords would be able to protect you from all that firepower.”

“True. But don’t underestimate the Magistrate either.” Ahsoka agrees,

“Who is she? She offered me a staff of pure beskar to kill you.” Din explains and Ahsoka looks over at him, “Morgan Elsbeth. During the Clone Wars, her people were massacred. She survived and let her anger fuel an industry which helped build the Imperial Starfleet. She plundered worlds, destroying them in the process.” Din nods remembering the look of the town, “Yeah, it looks like she’s still in business.”

Ahsoka nods before asking him, ”When you were in the city did you see any prisoners?” Din nods remembering the prisoners being tortured, “I saw three villagers strung up just outside the inner gate.”

“We must find a way to free them.” She says and Din agrees, “A Mandalorian and a Jedi? They’ll never see it coming.”

“You have something I want.”

The explosion of the e-web rings in your ears gasping for air you push yourself up looking around finding yourself back on Nevarro. The square in flames parts of buildings destroyed screams of people and children as you come to stand letting out a sharp inhale pressing your hand to your side and seeing red. The city was desolate around you but you could hear blaster fire in the distance the sounds of battle raging on. The sky is dark and the sounds of fighting in the sky and explosions light the sky. Fires raged everywhere covering your mouth to avoid inhaling the smoke as the earth shook and loud explosions made you cover your ears. Your reactions were delayed that you didn’t sense the attack coming at you.

A foot slams against your back pushing you to the ground and when you try to push back up and a foot kicks you in the ribs crying out when it digs into your wound. Falling onto your back, the broken rubble and shards of glass dig into your body as you look up. Chills run down your spine seeing the man hover over you it being him…Moff Gideon.

“You can’t run from destiny,” He says and you try to stand when he kicks you to your hands and knees. Gideon grabs your collar, “Din Djarin…his creed…Mandalore will fall because of you,” His fist slams across your face your head whipping to the side another fist flies blood spewing from your mouth. With each punch your vision flash with memories, Arvala-7, meeting Din, protecting the child, your journeys, the lightsaber, but memories not your own appear, the man with hatred in his eyes, the battle in that great hall, the cave with water, your parents, the couple you saw.

"Well, then, you are lost!"

Dots flood your vision with each strike from Gideon, your screams in the Crest as Din whispered comforting words, his bare hands wiping the tears from your eyes.

"You were the Chosen One! It was said that you would destroy the Sith, not join them!

"I hate you!"

The fires scorch your skin and your heart as a man screams to his brother the pain ripping you apart.

“You are far more important to me than anything in the galaxy.”

The ringing of the e-web your hands grasping Din’s armor, the blood staining your hands. No this wasn’t supposed to happen. You didn’t feel him breathing as the battle raged as you clutch his body nothing came out of your mouth as you scream.

“Tatooine may be where you were born but your blood, that is not. Features old but familiar…qualities of those from Mandalore.”

Standing in front of the Armorer, her helmet piercing through your body as she holds your chin. The questions…the confusion at her comment. Tatooine or Mandalore…what was your past.

“Te oya'la pirun”

The water circled your body the water and blood filling the cave no one was there anymore. You drown in the water it’s cooling nature as red mixes in.

"You were my brother, Anakin; I loved you.”

The great hall was filled with the aftermath of the massacre. The great sorrow that fills you, the force almost suffocates you. Cries and blaster fire blind your senses as Gideon grabs you again dragging you along the ground, metal, and glass cutting and tearing into your flesh.

“You have a much more important role in this than you think you do…That can alter your dear Mandalorian’s Creed.

The burning buildings of Nervarro are different, a city unlike anything you’ve seen before surrounds you, the screams of people filling the air. Like falling stars reaching the surface that shake the planet’s core, glass digs into your palms your vision going black as blood pours like a river from your face.

“Bat ner gai bal te gai be ruyot, Ibac Ni Kelir kemir te ara be te Mand'alor,”

Sinking deep into the water, your hands trying to break through the surface as you’re pulled deeper. The peaceful feeling you felt is quickly filled with fear as your screams are silenced by water entering your lungs.

“Bal te miit be te Resol'nare Kelir cuyir darasuum o'r ner kar'ta.”

Your parents lay before you the blood surrounding them, your home in Tatooine ruined. Still hidden under the bed hearing them being killed over and over again. Soon their screams are replaced with a man crying out as the auburn man holds the blonde woman in his arms. It was pain…it was fear…it was a sign.

“Ibic cuyir te ara.”

Gideon pulls away his hand grasping at his belt pulling out a weapon raising it up and swinging it down.

“It ends here Mand’alor.”

Your eyes snap open pushing yourself off the bed when your legs and arms grow numb and your vision tilts as you crash into the floor. Blinking your vision back a disoriented feeling as your face presses against the metal floor of the Crest. Pins and needles cover your limbs as you force your arm to roll you over onto your back so you face the ceiling. You weren’t sure how long until the numb feeling left and you slowly pushed yourself to sit up against the edge of your cot.

You remember your fight with Din, traveling to Nervarro, discovering the base, and learning about Moff Gideon...

Moff Gideon was alive! With your strength quickly returning you come to stand but your balance tilts and you slam into a wall, your hands pressing into the grids of the metal trying to focus on your breathing your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

“Din!” Your voice hoarse slurs as you shout out as you try to move towards the cockpit but your world seemed to put on a permanent axis making you run into objects and fall into the walls. Reaching the ladder you stare up at it feeling a wave of nausea seeing the distance of the ladder stretch before your eyes.

“d-Din! Din…kriff where are you?!” You shout almost falling back as you turn to find your bag resting on the side falling at grabbing it twice before you use your whole arms to scoop it up and dump everything on the ground. Books fall out and a saber falls rolling onto the ground. A sense of dread fills you suddenly and your head whips toward the direction as you tip over at the same time. Laying on your back you try to continue calming your heart but it only seems to get louder with each inhale. What was wrong with you…everything was going tilted and nothing seemed right. Spotting your saber your hand reaches out to grab it. You needed to find the child..you had to find Din.

After stumbling to the hull after spending 10 minutes trying to just get dressed in your clothes but you just sat on the floor and had thought you already gotten dressed. Strapping your blaster into your hostler missing it a few times before getting right, you decide to hold your saber to make things easier. Your hands rest on the wall trying to calm your breathing as you feel the coldness of the metal. Everything felt dilated to eleven but at the same time, your actions were a second behind your brain, resulting in you wandering through the forest for a bit.

“Holy shit maker this is kriffing crazy…” You huff out resting against a tree having run into it. Pushing forward and head in a general direction praying you to find something. You weren’t sure how long you wandered through the forest everything looked the same until you heard the sound of blaster fire, a thick layer of fog surrounds you and you didn’t see the gate until you run right into it. A loud smack fills the air as you hit the metal and fall to your back the world spinning around you. Your limbs feel like lead as you turn yourself onto your hands and knees looking for a way inside you grab the saber with two trembling hands. A howl emits from the blade making your ears ring as you bring it to the metal it slides through. You practically put your whole weight into a crudely carved hole. You stare at the bright orange blade...I wonder what it feels-no not those thoughts focus, find Din.

A hole from the metal falls through with a large clang and you climb through more like tripped through as your legs became deadweights again. It seemed whatever was happening to you every once in a while your motor function would just fully fail a numbing sensation that felt weightless. This was experienced mainly in the forest, smacking into trees, tripping over branches or just falling over the air and being stuck to the ground for a few minutes before you pushed yourself up and continue on.

You look up seeing you drop your saber the weapon is turned off as you grab it again and use the wall to help you pull yourself up to your feet. The sound of gunfire seemed to be coming from further down the street as you fail to walk straight toward the sounds. Maybe you could ask around if they’ve seen him.

You must have taken a wrong turn finding yourself walking through alleys before you hear someone speaking, “Who do you think’s gonna win? Could be your side… could be my side.” He calls out and who he was speaking doesn’t respond, “I got no quarrel with you, Mandalorian.” Hey, you knew a Mandalorian! Maybe he could tell you where Din was.

“That’s far enough.” A familiar voice speaks as you stumble closer to the opening of the alley trying to focus intently on your footsteps not watching the man.

“You and I, we’re a lot alike. Willing to lay our lives down for the right cause. Which this is not.” You didn’t see the dead body in front of you right at the opening of the alley. You completely trip over them stumbling into the street and crashing into the floor right between the two men who looked surprised. You groan rolling to your side and you look at the boots of this man trailing your gaze up seeing a familiar metal man.

“Heyyyyy Din.” You slur and you didn’t recognize the rigidness in his body. Din felt all the air leave his body, he was about to put a bullet in the person that stumbled into the street. You weren’t supposed to be here? Why..how did you get here!? This weight on his chest lifted seeing you looking at him, breathing, awake. His enemy, however, noticed the girl stumbling out hitting the ground and an instrument used by his enemy beside her. A jedi.

The man pulls out his blaster and aims at the girl but a bullet hits him before he could react, he falls back as Din lowers his blaster. He sighs and moves forward when someone yells, “Behind you!” He quickly turns to fire at the surviving assassin droid as it appears on the roof.

Your gaze is focused on the sky, how far you could measure from one side of the galaxy to the other. Someone quickly appears beside you and you give a goofy grin at the man, “Din…”

“Maker kid, what the hell are you doing here.” He says pulling you to sit up but holding you to make sure you don’t get dizzy. “Looking for you metal head,” You say leaning your head back as you giggle, “woooah did you know you could see yourself through your armor.” Your giggles interrupt your rambles as your focus is put on the reflection of his armor. Din watches you wave to yourself in the reflection of the armor a faint smile hidden behind the beskar helmet. He couldn’t remember the last time he saw you smile. Their time on Sorgan, reunited with Cobb, seeing water for the first time, the small moments you had with the child. He was certain he’s never heard you laugh, a melodic sound that warms his heart. Even in a state where you weren’t fully there the walls you built up for this life had been broken.

“Yeah, kid…tell me more.” He says looking down at you as your laughter fills the air. With the success of defeating the Magistrate’s army the people of Calodan quickly threw together a celebration for their liberation. Din was able to find you food and water to fill you up and the side effects of the bacta shot quickly fade.

Standing outside the gates your mind is now clear and functional as you give a sheepish smile to Din as he stares at the hole in the gate, “You’ve carved a hole..” He says with a look and you throw your hands up in defense, “Hey I was high off the medicine you gave me so you can’t blame me.” You say and Din shakes his head when appears a woman with orange skin with white markings, her head tails white with blue striping. Her clothes are nothing you’ve ever seen before but your eyes widen seeing the weapons strapped to the waist just like yours.

“I believe this was your payment.” She says holding out a spear and Din shakes his head, “No. I can’t accept it. I didn’t finish the job.” Din says but she holds out the weapon insisting. “No. But this belongs to a Mandalorian. Where is your little friend?” She asks not seeing the child.

“Back at the ship where this one should be as well,” Din says before gesturing over at you and you could feel the slight scolding in his tone. The woman turns to look at you and her neutral face cracks slightly almost as if she’s seen a ghost.

“Bo-Katan said you could train the child and me,” You say and she still seems to be looking over and a slight probe at part of your mind makes you hesitate before you let her in. It was a weird sensation feeling someone push into your mind but for a fraction of a second her own shield falls and you get a glimpse of her more forefront thoughts.

“Who’s Obi-Wan…?” You say and Ahsoka pulls out of your head hearing your question. It was the innocent look on your face that wouldn’t make anyone fearful but it was what she saw inside your mind that had her worried, the fear and rage towards one man. Like relieving a memory of seeing the fear and anger take over someone she had cared deeply about happening before you through only the first stages. She should have sensed you as well even if you weren’t with the Mandalorian but the force was strong in you…strong that it concerned her more than her concern about the Mandalorian and Grogu’s relationship.

“Ahsoka?” You call out to her and for the briefest of moments, she sees two people in you that she lost. The only memories left are those in her mind. “We need to go get the kid, you stay here,” Din says to Ahsoka and she nods as Din starts forward his hand resting on your shoulder leading. You glance back at her seeing the far-off look in her eyes as she watches you two depart.

Reaching the Crest you were given a warm welcome by the child who you quickly took into your arms as he coos at you while you rub his ears tenderly. “Hey, little guy.” You smile at the green creature as it happily giggles seeing you.

“Grogu,” Din says and you look over at him, “Turns out he had a name all this time.” You nod turning back to Grogu the smile still on your face.

“Well, Grogu it’s finally nice to know.” He coos even more hearing you call him by his name, “Come on we have to go.” Din calls out and you follow back to the ramp you didn’t see the way he watched you the sadness in him growing with these final moments.

“Kid..” Din calls out and you turn before the ramp looking at the Mandalorian who holds out your bag for you, “You stay safe alright.” He says and you realize this is a goodbye. You hadn’t imagined it would come so soon after all your adventures, the planets, and the people you’ve met. It felt incomplete in a way like a journey was missing something.

“I will…” You say taking the bag. Your life was shoved into the small bag but now this whole ship had become your home, the memories etched into the metal of the Crest. You sling your bag over your shoulder and Grogu in your arms gives a sad coo feeling your emotions through the force. Din’s hand touches your cheek wiping away a tear you didn’t know had fallen. You throw your free hand around his shoulder burying your face in his shoulder, hesitant his hands move to wrap around you one hand holding your back and the other holding your head.

“You’re going to be fine cyar'ika,” Din whispers as you say goodbye to really the only person who has looked after you, someone who has been a father to you.

“You’re like a father to them.” Ahsoka’s voice comes from behind you both of you pulling away quickly wiping the stray tears as you stand close to Din. She looks at both you and Grogu before shaking her head, “I cannot train them.”

“You made me a promise, and I held up my end.” Din says stepping forward and Ahsoka thinks, “There is one possibility. Go to the planet Tython. There you will find the ancient ruins of a temple that has a strong connection to the Force. Bring them to the seeing stone at the top of the mountain.” She explains.

“Then what?” You ask and she looks over at you, “Then you and Grogu may choose your paths. If you reach out through the Force, there’s a chance a Jedi may sense your presence and come searching for you both.” She says to the two force-sensitive children, “Then again, there aren’t many Jedi left.” She warns and Din nods looking down at you as if you have no choice but to agree.

“Thank you.” He says and you give your own thanks,

“May the Force be with you.” She says as Din takes the child from your arms heading to start up the Crest. You stay on the ramp looking over at Ahsoka who watches you deeply as well.

“Thank you, Ahsoka…” You say and she nods crossing her arms the poncho flows with her movements. It felt instinctively to let the barrier around your mind down being in the presence of another force user. That same probing sensation washes over you before it quickly retreats.

“You can’t run from destiny…you can only embrace what is given.” She says and you freeze her words similar to those said in your dream or was it a vision?

“You can’t run from destiny. Din Djarin…his creed…Mandalore will fall because of you,”

You wanted to ask more questions but the rumble of the Crest and Din’s voice calling out to you make you turn towards the sound but when you turned back the jedi was gone. Only a brush of the wind and her presence in the force let you know she was once here.

The ramp to the ship closes as it rises in the atmosphere its new and final destination decided. Off in the distance, the lone Jedi watches the ship leave with the two force-sensitive beings. One with some former training but the other…she could only be fearful of what it could lead to. She could only hope whatever remaining jedi out there are able to tame this unease that she sensed or is it already too late?

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𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑴𝒆?

18+

You attended a party at the estate of the CEO of the corporation you worked for. It was mandatory for all employees to attend, as it was a retirement/coronation party for the outgoing CEO and the ushering in of his son as the new figurehead.

You rolled your eyes at having to go to something like this, as you'd rather spend your time doing literally anything else than socializing with a bunch of snooty elites and nepo babies.

The savior of the evening was the open bar, as you took advantage of it. The last thing you wanted to be was sober at something like this. Because of your slightly inebriated state, you were inclined to entertain the advances of a handsome young man, that found you wandering out on the balcony.

It was a chilly night, and the thin sleeves of your dress didn't provide much warmth. You rubbed your bicep with your free hand, while you took a sip from your drink in the other.

"Its a little cold to be out here, don't you think?" A voice asked from behind you.

"Its too stuffy in there for me, so I needed some air," you replied, turning towards him.

"I know what you mean, that's why I came out here myself," he continued, taking a step closer to you. "I've never been one for parties, at least not ones like this, with people I don't even like."

He then stood next to you, and leaned against the small, stone wall that enclosed the balcony.

"Although, sometimes I meet someone that makes the night bearable," he continued. "And I think I've just met that person."

He smiled, as his eyes met yours, making you blush.

You chatted with this mysterious stranger for a while, before he couldn't stand the sight of you shivering anymore. He quickly took off his suit jacket and draped it over your shoulders. You tried to protest, but he insisted, so you accepted his chivalrous gesture. He stood in front of you, his fingers still clutching the jacket's collar, as he gazed affectionately at you.

You weren't sure why he was looking at you like that, as you were still practically strangers. His hand then cupped your cheek, as he used his hold on you to pull you closer to him.

"So pretty," he whispered, before leaning in for a kiss.

You didn't reciprocate it, at first, prompting him to pull away.

"Is something wrong?" He then asked, nuzzling his nose against yours.

"No, I just..." Your voice trailed off when you met his gaze, suddenly feeling foolish for speaking.

"Its ok, honey," he assured. "I know."

He pressed his lips to yours once more with you kissing him back this time. Your head was spinning from his pet name, reeling from how personal, how intimate it was. He slipped his arm around your waist, pushing your body against his.

"You're still shivering," he breathed, against your lips. "Are you still cold or do I make you that nervous?"

"Both," you replied, your hands resting against his chest.

He grinned. "Let's go inside then, and I'll make sure to get you all warmed up."

You bit your lip as you nodded, allowing him to lead you back into the house.

Instead of rejoining the party, he led you up a grand staircase, to his room. It was in another wing of the house, away from the sounds of drunk socialites and prying eyes.

You were amazed at the gothic opulence of your surroundings, as you followed him into the room. Once the door was closed and locked, his arms were around you. He pushed his jacket to the floor and pressed his large hands against your back.

"I just realized I never asked your name," you breathed, as he leaned in to kiss you.

"Its Steve," he revealed, before pressing his lips to yours.

You start to tell him your name, but he stopped you.

"I already know yours."

"How-?" You questioned, until he cut you off with more kisses.

"They'll be time for questions later, angel, and I promise I'll answer them, but right now, is about us..." he cryptically explained before kissing you deeply.

Confusion temporarily ruled your mind, before it was replaced with overwhelming lust.

"I've waited so long for you," he breathily confessed, against your cheek.

You were already too dazed to question him again, as his closeness clouded your senses. You then felt him unzipping your dress. It fell to the floor, pooling around your feet, leaving you in your matching black bra and panties, which were concealed by black, opaque tights.

He sharply inhaled at the sight of you, biting his lip as he knelt in front of you. His hands traveled up your thighs, before settling on the waist of your tights. His eyes met yours as he pulled them down your legs.

You stepped out of your heels first, before stepping out of your tights. He tossed them over his shoulder, his eyes never leaving yours. His hands were on you again, grasping your thighs, as he pressed kisses to them.

"I'm going to worship you tonight, and always," he breathed, nuzzling his nose against your skin.

You stood there, stunned, still unsure what exactly was happening. Despite your uncertainty, you had the overwhelming urge to run your fingers through his hair. Your hand hovered above his head, as he continued pressing wet kisses to your thighs. You slowly lowered it and gently combed your fingers through his sculpted locks. He seemed to purr at your touch and glanced up at you, his warm eyes somehow brighter.

He rose to his feet and slipped his arms around you, pulling you in for a passionate kiss.

"Go lay on the bed, angel," he softly instructed, his heavy gaze meeting yours once again.

You nodded and promptly did as you were told. He smiled at how obedient you were already.

He sauntered over to the bedside, unbuttoning his shirt as he went. He quickly discarded it then unbuttoned his pants. You watched as he pushed them down his thighs, revealing his tight underwear. It left nothing to the imagination, as you could see the perfect outline of his already hardening length.

He smirked when he caught you unashamedly staring at him.

"See something you like?" He then jokingly asked, making you blush.

"Don't worry, angel," he began, crawling onto the bed, then hovering over you. "Its all because of you..."

His lips were pressed to yours again, in another heated kiss.

"I'm gonna give you all of me tonight," he breathily promised, as you whimpered into his kiss.

His hand then slipped between you and cupped you through your panties.

"And you're gonna give yourself to me, aren't you, angel?"

"Yes," you answered, wanting him more than you've ever wanted anyone before.

"So compliant," he praised. "I really lucked out with you."

You pulled him into a kiss, this time, further exciting him.

"Do you want to feel my fingers, angel?" He asked, against your lips, relishing your desire for him.

"Please..." you whined, hating how pathetic you sounded.

"And polite, too. You're fucking perfect," he lamented before kissing you again.

He pushed your panties to the side and eased two fingers inside you. You sighed as he pushed them in, up to his knuckles, as well as writhing underneath him. He pumped them in and out of you, torturously slow, at first, while kissing you deeply.

You gasped his name when he added another finger and increased his pace.

"I want to make sure you're ready for me, honey," he breathed.

Your head fell back, against the pillow and your eyes closed, your body pulsing with an aching need for him.

He turned his attention to your neck and sucked several purple marks into your skin as he continued to pleasure you. He then felt your legs tremble, and slowly withdrew his fingers.

You actually whined at the loss, while he softly laughed.

"So needy, aren't we?" He teased, before placing his fingers between his lips. He wasn't prepared for just how sweet you tasted, as it had him moaning.

His eyes met yours and you gasped when you saw how they glowed a bright yellow.

"What are you?" You finally managed to ask, as he settled next to you.

"The short answer is that I'm a demon, technically an incubus. Well half demon, actually, I'm still half human, too," he casually explained.

You looked at him, wide eyed, as you waited for him to divulge more.

His hand cupped your cheek, as he continued, "I know how unbelievable this sounds, but stay with me, it'll all make sense in the end. My father's also an incubus. He met my mother decade's ago and then had me, of course. You see, when a demon mates with a human, the child is only half demon, until he or she, meets and mates with their...soul mate, for lack of a better term. Then, they become their true self, a fully fledged incubus or succubus, if you will. Are you still with me?"

You nodded, still processing everything he's told you so far.

"It was prophesied that you were, essentially, going to be the love of my life. The only downside was I had to wait, like, a fucking eternity for you," he paused to kiss you. "But, so far, you were worth it."

He kissed you again, and your body naturally responded by reciprocating his kiss and pulling him closer. Your mind, however, was screaming for you to stop, to get out and get away from him.

He knew you were afraid of him now, that you wanted to leave.

"If you don't want to stay with me, this is your one chance to leave," he said lowly, pulling away to look into your eyes.

"Because once I- once we have sex, we'll be bound to each other forever..."

"Seriously?" You asked, finally finding your voice again.

"Yeah, it'll complete my transformation into my true self, after that, your soul will be bound to me for all eternity," he explained, as his fingers lightly caressed your cheek.

The nonchalant way he explained everything infuriated you.

"Something tells me you wouldn't let me leave, even if I wanted to," you surmised, your eyes now challenging his.

His lips then spread into a grin.

"So perceptive, and you're right, I wouldn't let you out of this room. I've waited too long for you..." he said, leaning in close again. "And I'm going to take what's been promised to me."

You actually gasped when you felt his nails dig into your flesh.

"And really, does the thought of me fucking you disgust you that much?"

You hated how it didn't. How you still wanted him, despite everything. Despite what he revealed himself to be. Despite whatever you would become afterwards.

"No," you quietly answered.

"That's my girl," he praised, before pressing his lips to yours, for a searing kiss.

His hand slipped between your legs and felt how wet you still were for him.

"Fuck, you're just begging to be devoured," he breathed, into your mouth, before slithering down your body.

"Eyes on me, angel," he commanded, while gazing up at you.

He then tore your panties off, fully exposing you to him.

You then watched in awe as he flicked his serpent like tongue over you. You wanted to close your eyes, already overwhelmed, but felt his nails digging into your thighs, prompting you to keep them open.

He then languidly licked and sucked making you writhe and reach for him. Your hands settled in his hair and pulled, illiciting delicious moans from him. His strong hands then held your legs open wider as he brought you closer to the edge.

His eyes were glowing, seeming to change with his growing lust.

You sighed his name, as he crawled back up to you, his lips and chin glistening.

Before you realized what you were doing, you pulled him in for a kiss. You even surprised him, making him ache for you even more. You tasted yourself on his lips and it had your eyes rolling back.

"You want me..." he breathed, before sucking on your bottom lip. "You want me to fuck you now, honey?"

"Y-Yes..."

"Tell me how much you want it, how much you want to belong to me," he continued, into another kiss.

"I want to be yours, I want you to make me yours..." you dreamily said, while gazing into his golden eyes.

He grinned darkly. "Do you?"

You nodded. "Please..."

You pressed your lips to his again, desperately. He was truly loving every minute of this.

"Please what...?"

You fought the urge to roll your eyes.

"I need you..." you breathily answered, before kissing him deeply.

"Remember, once we do this, you're mine forever," he cautioned, pulling away to gaze into your eyes.

You saw how his shimmered, not glowing as brightly as before, but still beautiful.

"I know," you simply replied.

"And you're ok with that?" He questioned, his brows furrowing.

"You haven't left me much choice, but yes, I am." You then pulled him close, so your lips brushed his ear, as you added, "Make me yours, Steve."

He sharply inhaled before pinning you to the bed, below him. He then kissed you roughly, his hand reaching underneath you to unclasp your bra. After slipping your arms out of it, he threw it to the floor.

He then attached his mouth to your breasts. He breathed praises into your supple skin, as he licked and kissed.

His hands kept a firm grip on your wrists, as you whimpered for him. He licked the valley between your breasts, before releasing his hold on you. He left the bed only to take off his underwear.

You couldn't help but gasp when you saw how he was throbbing for you. He sensed your apprehension as he resumed his place on top of you.

"You can take it, honey, I know you can," he cooed, gazing down at you, so affectionately.

You instinctively spread your legs wider as he nestled his hips between them. He briefly teased you by rubbing his tip against you, making you shiver all over again.

He kissed you passionately, as an effort to distract you from the sting of him easing himself inside you. You gasped into it, feeling him stretch you like no other man had before. Your eyes watered as you felt every inch of him.

"Steve, I don't think I..." you breathed, when he was only half way in.

"Yes you can, angel," he assured, pressing kisses all over your face. "Just spread your legs a little more."

You did as he said, and he was able to push himself all the way in, his hips meeting yours.

"See? I knew you could take me..." he gasped.

He didn't move, as he wanted you to get acclimated to him. You were already dizzy from how deep he was and how full you felt.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" He asked, breathless.

You nodded, unable to form words.

"You feel fucking incredible, angel," he continued, breathless.

He then slowly pulled out of you before thrusting back in. You whimpered his name as he fucked you slow, to start. His moans echoed in your ears while your nails clawed at his shoulders.

"Wrap you legs around me," he then instructed.

Once you complied, you each moaned at how he managed to fuck you even deeper.

"Oh, S-Steve..." you sighed, never feeling pleasure remotely close to this before. "Its so, you're so..."

"I know, honey," he breathed, against your neck.

He gently licked the little bruises that littered your skin, before kissing them.

"You're doing so good for me...taking me so well..." he praised, as you squeezed your eyes shut, soft moans escaping your lips with every thrust.

You noticed his voice seemed deeper now, though you weren't sure if you were hearing him correctly, considering how hazy your mind was and that this was already the best sex of your life.

"Is it ok if I go a little faster?" He then asked, getting your attention.

"Y-Yeah..." you whimpered, as you gazed up at him.

His eyes were glowing again, brighter than before. You were transfixed by them, as you reached up to touch his face. His hips slowed as he watched you press your palm against his heated skin. He was so hot to the touch, you thought you'd actually burn yourself.

No one had ever touched him like that, so gentle, so affectionate. He was already falling in love, a feeling so new and foreign, he was meant to finally experience with you.

He then let you pull him into a kiss. It was slow, romantic. How he wished he could be kissed like this all the time.

He started moving his hips again, as you sighed against his lips.

"I wanna stay like this forever," he breathed. "Would you like that, honey? To stay with me, as I fuck you better than any mortal man ever could?"

You whimpered, before actually forcing yourself to respond, "Yes..."

He grinned. "I wanna try something..."

He sat up, pulling himself out of you, for a moment. You watched as he placed your legs against his chest, with your feet at his shoulders. His chest hair scratched the backs of your calves as he positioned you how he wanted. His large hands held your hips as he eased himself back into you.

You each moaned as he was able to push himself in much easier now. He began thrusting into you, while keeping a tight grip on your hips. You glanced down at his hands and noticed his nails had been replaced with claws. They lightly scraped your skin with his movements.

You knew this should frighten you, but it didn't faze you. You merely acknowledged the change before your vision blurred, as the familiar euphoria took over.

"Still good, angel?" He breathily asked, as his hips snapped against you.

You nodded. "Steve, it's so..."

Your voice trailed off into a moan as he kept hitting the right spots.

He then leaned over you, bending your knee and pressing it to your chest.

You gasped as you felt him even deeper.

Your hands settled on his shoulders, but instead of feeling his tan, freckled skin, leathery scales met your fingertips. You almost recoiled at the feeling, but the intense pleasure coursing through you made you think otherwise.

You opened your eyes and saw his whole body was covered in dark scales. His face still hadn't changed too much, he was still just as handsome, though his complexion was starting to match the rest of his changing appearance.

"You truly were made for me, honey," he praised. "The most beautiful, perfect woman I've ever seen that I get to fuck until the end of time..."

His praises sent your head spinning.

"I can't wait to start our life together...I'm gonna give you everything you've ever wanted...we'll get married and then you'll have my children...it'll be the perfect life..." he breathed, as he fucked you hard and fast.

You were literally coming apart underneath him. You felt as though you were undergoing your own transformation, as he roughly claimed you as his.

"Does that sound good to you, honey?" He asked, his lips ghosting over yours. "Being my perfect, little wife and having our own little family?"

You nodded, as tears streamed down your face, from intense pleasure. You also found his vision for your life oddly heartwarming.

"I need to hear you, honey," he chided, emphasizing his statement with hard thrusts.

"Yes, I'll...I'll be whatever you want," you rasped, feeling like your body's melting into the mattress.

"I'm definitely gonna use that against you, in the future, " he darkly laughed.

You barely registered his words, as you felt you had transcended to a new plane of existence. A place where only you and he existed. A place just for you to worship each other.

His lips against yours brought you back to reality. You struggled to kiss him back, making him laugh once again.

"I know you're close, angel, I am too," he breathed, his lips moving to your cheek. "I can feel you squeezing me..."

An obscene moan escaped his lips as he fucked you, chasing his own release.

You sighed his name over and over, as you arched your back when he kept hitting that spot.

"I'm gonna fill you up, angel...its gonna be dripping out of you...you'll be so full...fuck" he breathed, his lips now at your ear.

"Tell me you want it...to feel my seed dripping out between your legs."

"I want it, Steve, please..." you whined, your hands grasping for whatever they could.

After a few more thrusts, you came undone around him. Tears flowed from your eyes and your moans echoed throughout the room, while he kept grunting above you. He kept fucking you until he reached his own climax. Inhuman cries of ecstacy left his lips, forcing you to open your eyes long enough to see his turn completely black as he rode out his high.

You wanted to look away, but you couldn't. You watched and winced as he kept thrusting into you, making sure he gave you every last drop of him.

When his hips finally stilled, he leaned forward, pressing his forehead to your shoulder. His heavy breathing now filled the room, while you struggled to breathe with him practically crushing you.

You then reached up to smooth his hair, gently combing unruly strands behind his ear. You glided your other hand over his shoulders and was relieved when you felt his skin had returned to normal.

You softly said his name, getting him to glance up at you. His eyes were glowing once again, but there was a new warmth within them.

He raised his head, so he could capture your kiss swollen lips for another kiss.

"You were definitely worth the wait," he breathily confirmed, making you laugh.

"I'm glad I lived up to your expectations," you replied, still with a laugh.

"Oh, you exceeded them," he smiled. He nuzzled his nose against yours, before kissing you again.

"You're everything I've ever wanted, angel."

"Steve..." you breathed into another kiss.

His hand cradled your face as he kissed you, deeply.

Sometime later, you and Steve lay curled around each other, under the sheets. Your head rested on his bare chest as he lightly glided his fingertips up and down your arm. His touch was so soothing, it had almost lulled you to sleep until you heard his voice.

"Do you think you could ever love someone-something like me?"

You raised your head, your eyes meeting his even in the darkened room.

"I know we just met, but I already feel like I'm falling in love with you," he added, his vulnerability surprising you.

You moved closer to him, so close the tips of your noses touched.

"I know I could love you, Steve Harrington," you smiled.

"You knew this whole time?" He asked, also with a smile.

You nodded. "It wasn't that hard to figure out."

"I thought I was being properly mysterious," he replied, his hand coming up to cup your cheek.

"You did make a valiant effort," you laughed, before he pulled you closer, so your lips connected.

"It worked, though, because you're here."

"True, though your little confession made quite the difference..."

"Usually does," he grinned.

Your lips brushed his before kissing him again.

"So, you're really ok with all this?" He asked, while his thumb caressed your cheek.

"Strangely, yes," you answered. "Knowing what you really are, makes me want you more."

His eyes glowed once more as his lips curled into an excited smile.

"Oh, angel," he breathed against your lips, "we're gonna have so much fun."

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut

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ghosttalksalot · 8 months

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there's something so special to me about tender identity/face reveals. this ramble might be a little ooc but shhhhh i dont have much practice writing them yet

peter and wade are close, they both know how much the other cares for them at this point; even though they don't know whats under the other's mask. wade's relentless flirting and peter's quips are always exchanged with large grins under their masks. and they've had more than one rooftop heart-to-heart.

since they've been working together, peter has had wade's back, so he hasn't seen him die yet. he knows wade can, and has, but he hasn't seen it happen. he's been careful, catching him with webs before he falls, not letting wade get impaled too badly, using webbing to take away whatever weapon was about to deal a fatal blow.

but then the day comes, when they're fighting someone or other, and peter gets a little too distracted and wade gets shot through the head in a way that kills him. peter feels it coming before he turns to see and hear it and the guilt is unbearable. and now wade is dead. and peter is angry, angrier than hes been in a long time. this time when he leaves them webbed up for the cops they're a lot more broken than usual. and he scoops up wade and takes him somewhere quiet to wait for him to come back.

peter quickly finds a place, somewhere good enough, quiet and isolated where no one will stumble upon them. he gently places wade down, the temporarily-dead merc's head in his lap. and he sits there, nervous and watching for movement. he pulls his mask up to wipe his eyes once or twice when the tears start blurring his vision because fuck, it hurts, and he blames himself. even though this time it isnt forever, someone else peter cared about has died, and he could have stopped it. but he was too distracted, and he didn't.

wade comes to soon, but not soon enough, disoriented but calming quickly at seeing spider-man's mask right in front of him. peter asks if he's okay before he brings him up to speed, slowly, still feeling choked. a hiccup from crying that he just couldn't hide gets out and wade notices, head still in his friend's lap.

"what's the matter, that's not for me is it? i told ya, 'm fine now, webs, don't worry your pretty head"

"i know, i know, i just..." peter hesitates. "i didn't want you to be..." he lets a sob escape again.

"oh, you know that's not me. i always come back, see?" wade holds his hands up and waggles his fingers in the air for effect. "i'm not going away aaaanytime soon, spidey, alright?"

"can i ask a favor? you can say no, i swear you can, i just..."

"what is it, what can i do?" wade asks, although he already knows

peter slowly brings his hands up to the bottom of wades mask, and he hooks his fingers under the bottom, questioning but not insistent. "can i see? i just want... want to see you breathe, to know you're really alright under there."

wade grabs peters wrists, gently, and sighs. "i... i'm not so sure you really want to see what's under this thing, i'm not the prettiest on a good day, you know"

"please? i don't.. i don't care what you look like, i just... i want to see that you're alive"

wade lets out a sigh again and tries not to get in his own head. its spidey, he knows him. he thinks it over once, twice, several times, but he can feel the worry radiating off of spider-man of all people, and decides to just hope there's no gagging or recoil. when peter's hands move further, gently pulling from his hold, wade lets them slip from his grasp. peter pulls the mask up and off of wade's face so it rests on his head like a beanie. he stares intently down at the man below him, watching his eyes move and seeing his face change as he takes shakey breaths. wade pulls his gaze away from the large white lenses and tries not to grimace, his mind racing as he tries to imagine what peter must be thinking at seeing his scarred, "damaged" face.

but when peter pushes up his own mask, wade turns and looks up at him and sees no disgust. no sickness. no regret or disappointment or anything else his anxious mind came up with. instead, peter looks at him with nothing but genuine affection, and he's so overwhelmed doesn't even know how to handle all of it.

"see?" wade asks, breath catching in his throat. "alive as can be, webs."

peter smiles at him and puts his hands on either side of wade's face. it's gentle, caring. like he's afraid he'd crush wade between his palms if he put any more pressure, and wade leans into the touch. they'd been close before, but never like this. wade just closes his eyes, and lets himself be held. his heart skips a beat as peter's thumb strokes his cheek.

"my name. its peter, peter parker," wade opens his eyes to grin up at him, at peter.

"wade wilson, at your service," peter chuckled, they both knew he knew that already but he lets wade get away with it anyway. he wiped his wet eyes once more, before running his (dry hand's) thumb along wade's textured jawline.

"sure you want to keep your eyes on this mug, peter?" wade asked quietly. "'ts no easy feat."

peter frowns slightly at that. "'course i do, wade.." he presses a gentle kiss to wade's forehead, right between two of his scars. "there's nothing wrong with it, not to me"

wade looks peter in the eyes and as hard as he searches, he can see no trace of a lie, no hint of pitt. he holds back the sarcastic comments for... maybe the first time in his life, and just accepts it. he accepts the moment of closeness.

#spideypool #my ramblings #maybe ooc #i tried to keep it from getting too ooc #i just want them to be affectionate #let them be soft mkay #ghosty ficlets

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peachywise · 2 years

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Lessons in Honesty

steve harrington x reader

chapter 1

– other chapters: part 1 ⋆ part 2 ⋆ part 3 ⋆ part 4 ⋆ part 5 ⋆ part 6 ⋆ part 7 ⋆ part 8

– synopsis: Being Robin Buckley’s younger sibling had always been uneventful, up until she got herself tangled with Steve Harrington. And really, you were happy for her. She deserved friends. What was bothersome was when he got let in on small secrets like your infatuation with Eddie Munson, and decided to take it into his own hands to try and get him to pay attention to you-- by pretending to be your boyfriend.

– notes: it has been a long time since i have written fan fiction but here i am!! my dumbass loves a fake-dating plot and i couldn’t resist. i hope to update this pretty regularly, and i post here and under the same username on ao3. i think i’m going to continue to post this as a reader insert and then do an alternative version that’s with an oc (because i can and reader insert series mess with my brain) BUT here’s to hoping y’all enjoy it!! read here or on ao3 _____________________________

“Stop staring, dweeb.”

The voice cut through a fraction of your brain fog. Not enough to draw your attention away from your current pin-pointed focus, but certainly enough that some semblance of normal thought would have eventually trickled back in. You know, had it not been for the second later when an arm cut across your vision and someone flicked you on the forehead. Patience was never your sister’s virtue.

Still, it did shock you enough out of the stupid little reverie you had fallen into that had been going on for a good five minutes. It was probably better she busted the daydream before someone else caught you and thought you were someone’s lobotomy patient left without supervision.

“Christ, Robin!” You huffed, slapping away her hand as she gave you an indignant look. It was distraction enough that you managed to flick her right back on the forehead right after. Maturity was never your virtue.

“That was a lot harder than I did it,” she argued back, already trying to thwack you once again.

It quickly became a sitting wrestling match as you tried to capture each other’s arms, biting low insults at one another as it went along. You finally managed to yank Robin’s arm down and back to her side, head twisting fast to see if anyone was watching the scuffle. Thankfully not. There was already so much commotion between the football idiots trying to knock soda cans off one another’s heads by throwing a spiral. They probably weren’t even trying to hit the can anymore with how much harder they laughed when the ball slammed into someone’s face instead. I mean— It was kinda funny.

“I sat beside you, and you didn’t even notice me. Do you think that if you stare long enough, it will intimidate Eddie’s clothes into falling off his body?”

The instinctual hand that slapped over her mouth at that moment might have been loud enough to draw some attention if it wasn’t so perfectly timed with the loud smack that came from the football hitting someone in the face again. Divine intervention at its finest.

“You don’t have to say every thought that pops into your head,” you whispered harshly, eyes still nervously darting around just to double-check no one had heard. Your only solace was that you hadn’t decided to sit at a closer table to Eddie, who was far out of earshot halfway across the quad.

“Tell me about it,” offered a new voice from directly behind you. Shock and surprise rolled through your body as if electrocuted, eyes widening as a familiar figure sat opposite you at the picnic table. “The other day, she was complaining about how annoying it is that your mom tells embarrassing stories about you both to company, but then lets it slip in the same sentence that she wet the bed until she was nine.” Robin must have kicked Steve’s shin under the table because he let out an even more dramatic “Ow!” than you thought him capable of.

“What, did they realize they made a mistake in letting you graduate and rescind your diploma?” You asked him, probably a bit more snippy of a greeting than usual, given that you were still red-faced and deflated from Robin’s mental attack.

Robin gave a short snort at how Steve reared his head back an inch, his floppy hair moving with him like its own appendage. “Ignore them. They’re just mad Eddie Munson doesn’t know they exist.”

You always thought choking on water was something only people on television did when they were shocked. Turns out, It was very much an honest reaction and one you could do simply with your own spit. “I hope you trip over your own feet and the doctors have to wire your jaw shut,” you breathed out, covering your heating face with your hands as you tossed your head back, wishing you were anyway else. And by anywhere, you meant that in the truest sense there was. Let the footballers whisk you away and use your face as target practice instead.

“Munson? You like Eddie’ The Freak’ Munson?” Steve sputtered back. You were thankful that he didn’t just laugh in your face instead, like when Robin found out. You still felt the phantom feeling of her spit flying on your face when she did. Then again, maybe laughter wasn’t the worst reaction. When you removed your hands from your face and saw the genuine look of astonishment and confusion cross his features, brows furrowed, head slightly cocked to the side and studying you as if you were the freak, you began to wonder if you’d prefer the slice of a chuckle and not the hammer of a disappointed and alienating stare. “So you’ll joke about me never graduating— which I did, they can’t just take that back— but find that a desirable trait in Eddie? You do realize he was held back for two years.” As if his own words finally hit his ears, he screwed his face up like he smelled something bad. “Jesus, dude is like twenty years old.”

“I never said it was logical, okay?” you huffed back, folding your arms over your chest, then unfolding them, feeling too restless and itchy at the scrutinization your sister and her idiot friend were putting you through. “I know it’s not going to happen—known that since I was a freshman and joined the Hellfire Club. You can both let it go now.”

You’re a Junior now, and Eddie still treats you the same as if you were a wandering lost puppy he pitied and took in. You kind of were back as a freshman. No friends, not really anyone to talk to other than Robin, wandering around aimlessly in the hallways like the least scary ghost there was, given how many people tried to walk through you. You’d prefer outward avoidance to that. Still, things were different now. Maybe your only friends were members of the Hellfire Club, but at least you’d ranked up from lost puppy to social pariah but with a decent backbone. Eddie, however, clearly didn’t see it that way. His nickname of pipsqueak stuck and has followed you since. Sometimes, he shortens it to Pip, which would be fine if half the student population didn’t think that actually was your name. Some didn’t even believe you when you corrected them.

Robin raised her hands up in surrender, which was bullshit if you’ve ever seen it. “Whatever. Look, I’ve got band practice, so you have to walk home by yourself. Tell Mom to remember to leave the leftovers in the fridge this time, okay? I don’t want to accidentally eat a fly like last time because she left my plate out.” She said that with so much ease as she stood up and walked away, acting as if she hadn’t behaved like someone sprinkled rat poison on her tongue when it happened. It was pretty gross, to be fair. Just thinking about it made you mentally gag and reach for a toothbrush.

“I’ll be fine,” you called out, the same time Steve let out a disgusted mangled noise that sounded halfway between a dog trying to get a stuck piece of kibble out of its throat and a baby trying to say their first words. You stood up from the bench and swung your backpack over one shoulder.

Steve’s voice cut off your movement when you began to walk away. “Hey, let me drive you home. Your sister made me come all the way here to drop off her trumpet she left in my car. I’m already acting like a glorified errand boy today.”

You gave a short, breathy laugh, eyebrow raised. “Just today?” You asked teasingly. That got you an eye roll. “I’m good. Robin just acts like this town is more dangerous than it is. I assure you, a walk by myself will not kill me.” She’s had a tendency to hover lately. And by association, so did Steve, though you just assumed it’s because you were hanging out with Mike, Dustin, Lucas and Max lately, and he had that weird sort of older brother/fifth-wheel type relationship with them. You also assumed it had something to do with Nancy. A lot of what Steve did had to do with Nancy.

“Are all you Buckley’s this painfully stubborn? Just get in the damn car,” he fought back with as much patience as your sister had. Which, as stated earlier, is none at all.

“Steve, it’s fine.“ At this point, you were arguing back merely on some screwed-up principle. You might have gotten farther with it had Steve not stalked next to you and yanked your backpack from your shoulder, already walking off towards the parking lot with conceited expectations that you would fall in line and trail behind him.

You did. He had your bag.

At least you managed to snag one last glance at Eddie as you walked past.

“Has anyone ever told you that your bossy?” You muttered under your breath as you stopped at the familiar burgundy brown BMW that your sister had begun to use as her personal taxi. He tossed your bag into the back once he slipped into the driver’s seat, leaning over the center console to push open the passenger door you waited by.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have bad taste in men?” He supplied back, putting the key in the ignition when you slammed the door shut.

“Don’t start,” you said, staring at him heavily annoyed as he pulled out of the parking lot. “I’m not even as bad as you. Everyone sees the way you pine after Nancy.”

His head snapped so fast to look at you that you quickly smacked his arm to remind him to keep his eyes on the road. “Everyone does not— I don’t *pine* after Nancy, okay? I get it. She’s with Jonathan. We’re friends.”

“Friends who want to—”

“Don’t start.”

Alright. Fair.

Still, it was hard to believe the whole friend’s thing, not only because of the looks Steve gave Nancy, but the ones you saw her give him behind his back. Jonathan wasn’t here. He was in California. And whether or not Nancy just gave Steve lingering looks that were remnants of the past, there were moments you wondered if that was just it. Robin surely didn’t. She was pro-Steve and Nancy all the way. You were shocked she hadn’t already made embarrassing T-shirts about it.

“Don’t let Robin pollute your thoughts,” Steve broke the silence, a more quiet seriousness passing over his concentrated face. “She thinks there’s still something there, but there isn’t. Probably because all these dates I’ve been on lately have all gone to shit. I think Nancy even stares at me with pity about it too.” Keeping one hand on the steering wheel, he ran his other in a frustrated motion over his jaw. “It’s annoying. I wish everyone would get off my back about the whole thing.”

“Well, why not just tell them you’re seeing someone? Not like it has to be anyone in Hawkins. Dustin’s got that long-distance girlfriend of his.” It was easy enough to lie about that sort of thing, right?

Steve gave an unamused snort. “Yeah, like Robin will just let that one slide. She’ll see right through it.”

“Then just ask someone to pretend to be your girlfriend for a while. I’m sure plenty of people are lining up just to have a shot with the late, great Steve Harrington, even if it isn’t real,” you joked, though it was true. You’d never really talked to him before he became friends with Robin, but you remembered him from the hallways last year. Heard his name bounce around girl’s lips too often to ignore it.

“Thanks for that,” he muttered in return, hand gripping his steering wheel tightly as he went quiet once more. You shrugged, turning your attention to the window as you watched your neighbourhood come into view. Playgrounds, bright red fire hydrants, trees with tire swings hanging off thick branches. Yeah. Truly a terrifying small town if you ever saw one.

“But maybe you’re on to something.”

Of course, you were on to something. You may be hopeless sometimes, but you were actually pretty clever—

“Why don’t you date me?”

It was a good thing you weren’t the one driving. You would have crashed the car. He would have deserved it.

“You can just drop me off here,” you replied, reaching for the handle, thinking the best option in this scenario was to tuck and roll out of the car. Steve grabbed your wrist before you could. Damn.

“I don’t mean for real, smart ass. But think about it. It would solve my problem, and maybe even yours too.”

You turned back to look at him with a face that read, ‘maybe they should have taken away your diploma, after all.’ “And what problem do you see me facing?”

“Eddie. Eddie’s your problem. You want him to notice you, right? Jerk off’s never been my fan, and it probably annoys the shit out of him that I hang around Henderson and the other idiots. Add you to that equation, mixed in with a guy’s stupid need to have something they can’t have, and he’ll want to be dating you in no time.”

Huh.

“It’s surprising you were never a mathlete in school with logic like that.”

“Can you be serious for a second?” Steve pleaded back at you, turning into your driveway as he did. Even though you were home, you didn’t think getting out of this car was going to be any easier at that moment than it was any earlier.

“I am being serious!” You replied back, a small laugh escaping you at the absolute absurdity. You wouldn’t be shocked if this was just some elaborate prank set up by Robin to pay you back for ruining her favourite sweater a week ago. It was a bit overkill, but you had to appreciate the effort. “You’re the one not being serious. No one would even believe it anyway.”

Steve gave an oddly offended look. “And why wouldn’t anyone believe it? What, you’d never stoop so low?” Jesus, here he was, putting words in your mouth already.

“No,” you said bluntly. “I mean you would never stoop so low. What, the holy ex-basketball player dating his best friend’s little sibling who spends most of their days drawing alone or playing Dungeons and Dragons? Doesn’t exactly scream your type.”

He opened his mouth to argue back, judging by the narrowed look of his brows but decided to drop whatever it was. He deflated with a sigh into his seat, bringing up a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I-“ he paused again. “That’s not true, alright? Can you just think about it?”

You chewed the inside of your cheek, studying him and trying to understand why he was being so pushy with it. You could see how his predicament was bothersome. You’ve been on the receiving end of Robin’s persistent nagging countless times. But there was probably more to it than that if you were to bet. If Steve was so willing to sell himself out to try and make Eddie jealous, chances are he was hoping that using you would do the same for Nancy. He could deny it all he wanted, but there was still a hang-up there.

“Fine.” You relented, Steve’s hand immediately dropping from his face as he sat up perfectly straight like an obedient child just being told they could have one treat. You held up your hand to tamper it down. “Fine, I’ll think about it. Don’t get your hopes up.”

Turning back around to grab your backpack, you opened your door and slipped out of the car. Steve leaned over the seat and reached for the handle. You thought he would shut it and just be done with it, but he surprised you by saying, “don’t take too long. You don’t have to play hard to get with me,” with an infuriating smirk.

And then he shut the door in your face.

#stranger things #st #st4 #stranger things season 4 #steve harrington #joe keery #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #robin buckley #eddie munson #steve harringston fanfiction #stever harrington x reader #st fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #st fanfic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things imagine

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your-divine-ribs · 3 months

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Red Part 7

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The yearning continues… ❤️

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The party wraps up pretty soon after that, the guests quickly dispersing, leaving you, Larry, Van and Sophie in the kitchen amidst a mess of half drunken cans and empty beer bottles.

Sophie's half-sitting, half-sprawled at a seat on the breakfast bar, her arms draped around Van's neck to steady herself, whispering sloppy sweet nothings into his ear as he tries to look interested. He can't quite carry it off though, flashes of annoyance crossing his countenance as his eyes keep flicking to you, watching on as Larry's hands linger at your waist, attentive as ever as you move around the kitchen tossing empty bottles and cans into a bin bag.

"You don't have to clear up now, it can wait. Let's just do it in the morning."

Larry's quite insistent but you're adamant, wanting to stretch out the time you have sharing the same space as Van despite it being torturous, punishing yourself for letting this situation get wildly out of control.

"It's a right mess," you complain, swiping more rubbish into the bag, casting another glance in Van's direction. "May as well do it now though as we'll all be feeling like shit tomorrow. And you know we won't get any help with it, don't you?"

You narrow your eyes at Van at the last sentence, pointedly, ignoring the look of exasperation he shoots you. He keeps quiet though, looking down as Sophie curls a hand around his thigh as it creeps inwards, her attempt at seduction as her lips trail across his neck just below the jaw.

All of a sudden all you can think of is how the night's going to end. You deflecting Larry's amorous advances feigning a headache whilst Van and Sophie fuck like animals in the next room. You can picture their bodies entwined and it fills you with bitterness, imagining Van taking his sexual frustrations out on her. It doesn't matter that he might be thinking of you, he won't hold back, and why should he? You're not together. You're with his best friend, supposedly happy and in love. And he's a free agent. He can fuck whoever he likes, whenever he likes. And there's nothing that you can do about it.

"Mmm... shall we go to bed Van?" Sophie purrs into his ear and that's the final straw.

You thrust the bin bag roughly at Larry, some of the contents spilling out and on to the floor, mumbling something about feeling sick all of a sudden. Then you quickly stalk out of the room, not even looking back at Van. You're sure you'll hear him soon enough anyway through the bedroom walls.

Once in Larry's room you slip out of your ruined dress, letting it pool on the floor at your feet, kicking it angrily across the bedroom floor. Then you unclasp your bra which gets slung on to the floor in the same fashion, sliding under the covers without even removing your make-up. You just want the oblivion of sleep to claim you as quickly as possible so you don't have to think about Van and the way that he makes you feel. The fact that your mind is already exploring scenarios where you could be alone together again, daring to imagine your naked bodies fused together, slick with sweat as he hovers over you, pumping into you at a maddening pace until you fall apart beneath him.

Then you hear footsteps on the stairs, heavy footsteps trudging up. You turn over to face away from the door, closing your eyes, expecting Larry to burst through the door at any moment...

It doesn't happen though. The footsteps get closer and then they stop, abruptly. Then silence. Your eyes flick open and you roll over quickly, your attention drawn to the thin strip of light filtering under the bottom of the bedroom door. There's a shadow there and you quickly sit up in bed, drawing the covers up around your bare chest. You almost forget how to breathe, your eyes fixed on the door, picturing Van standing there conflicted. So close yet so far away.

"Van?"

Your voice is quiet, piercing the darkness, uncertain in its quality.

There's a pause before the shadow moves away.

Sleep claims you surprisingly quickly. There's silence from Van's room and Larry hasn't even made an appearance by the time the troubling thoughts racing through your head have quietened to a low murmur and you drift off into a restless sleep.

You awaken, suddenly, when you feel a warm hand sliding over the curve of your hips, the sensation of lips gently dusting the length of your bare shoulder. To your surprise daylight floods in through a gap in the curtains.

"Mmm... morning gorgeous," Larry's sleep-heavy voice murmurs against your skin.

"Morning," you answer quietly, placing a hand over his and pushing it back, propelling yourself forward to the edge of the bed as you do so.

"Wha... where ya going? Don't go..."

Larry whines sulkily, reaching for you but not managing to grasp you as you slide out from under the duvet, planting your feet on the floor and getting up, quickly reaching for your robe and slipping into it.

"I need a piss, I won't be long," you tell him, heading for the bathroom.

The house is quiet as you stand at the top of the stairs, ears pricked for a sound from the kitchen below. There's none and a twinge of disappoint fires through you as you imagine what could happen if Van was down there. How you could tiptoe down and surprise him at the kitchen counter, nuzzling into him from behind and slipping a hand down the front of his sweatpants. Pay him back for last night.

God, last night.

No one has ever made you feel the way that Van did. It was like he instinctively knew your body, every dip and every curve, pulling the sweetest sensations from you that you can feel even now, the memory of your high lingering as a pulse begins to throb between your legs. You look longingly towards his bedroom door, imagining the sheets twisted around his naked limbs and his mousy brown hair spread out over the pillow. But then an image of Sophie clouds your daydream and you turn away and push through into Larry's room, seeing him sitting up in bed, tapping on his phone.

You'd usually cast your robe aside before climbing back into bed but you don't, in fact you wrap it even more tightly around yourself as you slip under the covers, pulling them up around you.

Larry lets out a little chuckle, eyes fixed on his phone as it vibrates with an incoming text. You reach for your phone off the nightstand, relieved that someone's taken his attention and you won't have to resist his advances, scrolling through a handful of texts from your friends, some thanking you for throwing the party and a few complaining of hangovers.

Larry laughs again, a small snigger as he starts to type.

"Who's making you laugh so much?" You ask as you open up a message from Bob showing Bondy asleep on his sofa, face down in what looks like a half-eaten kebab. "Oh... don't tell me. You've had the pic from Bob too?"

"Huh? What pic?"

"Bondy! Oh my god he was so hammered last night!" You giggle, zooming in and holding out the phone to Larry who immediately bursts into laughter, shaking his head.

"Jeez... what a state!" There's a pause as you turn back to look at your own phone. "It's not Bob. Actually... it's Sophie."

That gets your attention. Your head snaps up in an instant. "Sophie? Texting you? But isn't she next door... with Van?"

Larry scrunches up his face. "You missed the drama last night when you went off to bed. I couldn't believe Van... he told Sophie he'd call her a taxi home. Needless to say that didn't go down very well!"

"You mean Van sent her home?"

You try to hide the glee from your voice but it seeps in. You can't help it. Larry's words are like music to your ears. Thankfully Larry seems to take your excitement as shock, mirroring your wide-eyed expression.

"Yeah I know... she was so upset when he said he didn't want her to stay that she just burst into tears. It was awful." He looks pained as he says his next words. "You know I always stick up for Van, but I think he's been well out of order this time."

"But she was wrecked... she was a bloody nightmare! I can't blame him to be honest, I would've done the same."

Now Larry's even more surprised. "You? Taking Van's side? Are you feeling alright Y/N?"

You are. In fact you're better than alright. You're filled with a smug kind of satisfaction that you know you really shouldn't be feeling, but you're aware that your defence of Van is so out of character that you'd better play it down.

"Yeah well... she did ruin my dress didn't she? That'll never come clean." You fold your arms across your chest, disgruntled. "Anyway... I did try and warn her off Van, so she's only got herself to blame coming back for more."

"I feel sorry for her anyway," Larry says with genuine concern on his face. "Van just buggered off up to bed and left her there crying. I had to calm her down and make sure she was okay. It took me ages... she was proper upset. And she's actually a nice girl. She's really sorry about your dress too."

You just huff.

"She's offered to pay for it to be cleaned."

"It's no use, it's ruined," you state stonily, ignoring the hopeful look that Larry gives you.

It's typical of Larry to be so forgiving, he always sees the good in people. You can picture him now, comforting a distraught Sophie in the kitchen whilst you were upstairs dreaming your illicit fantasies. He really is too good for you. A sickly guilt simmers in the pit of your belly, and you're pleased when Larry announces that he's hungry and starts to rise up out of bed.

"You want something love?"

"Nuh-huh," you shake your head, sliding down further under the covers. "I'm fine thanks. Think I'm just going to try and get a little bit more sleep."

But you don't. With Larry gone and the whole bed to yourself you open up your robe and stretch out your limbs, delighting in the feel of the snug warm covers enveloping you. You're pleasantly surprised that you don't feel hungover in the slightest, but then you'd been careful not to drink too much, hoping your resistance to Van's advances would remain intact.

Fat lot of good that did...

Your thoughts go to him and once again you imagine him lying in bed just feet away with only the bedroom wall separating you.

What's he doing now? Is he asleep? Or is he lying there awake... thinking of you?

The more you think about it the more convinced you are that he's pining for you too, yearning for you just like you are for him. You spread out even further in the bed, star-fishing your limbs out, no longer trying to push thoughts of Van away, indulging in them, closing your eyes as you slide your hands softly over your breasts, remembering the heat of his caresses. One of your hands moves steadily down, dipping under the waistband of your panties, a soft whimper escaping you as you lightly brush over your sweet spot with a fingertip. You close your eyes, swept up in the memories of last night.

Your phone vibrates on the nightstand and you curse inwardly, wrenched rudely out of your reverie. You reach for it anyway, expecting to see a message of thanks from another party-goer, your heart stuttering when the screen comes to life as you tap it.

Van: Morning gorgeous, what ya doing?

A smile stretches across your face, unbidden, a warm glow instantly blooming in your chest. You consider waiting to reply, not wanting to look too keen, but you quickly dismiss the thought, swiftly typing a reply and hitting send.

Just lying here in bed all warm and toasty. What are you doing?

The reply is immediate.

Van: Thinking about you x

The warm glow explodes, radiating heat out through your body like a tidal wave. You waste no time in typing out a response, smiling to yourself as you imagine Van's reaction. Knowing you shouldn't be encouraging him but powerless to resist the urges that have taken over you.

Oh really? Tell me more...

You bite your lip to suppress a wicked grin as the tell-tale dots immediately appear, indicating his imminent reply. You don't have to wait long.

Van: Can't get last night out of my head. I'm just imagining sneaking next door and slipping into bed with you. Giving you a good fucking x

You squirm under the covers, trying to think up a reply, your conscience telling you to shut this down whilst your body is urging you on. Keen as ever, Van doesn't wait for a reply.

Van: Shall I?

This time you don't hesitate, panicking that he might be bold enough to try.

No! Don't you dare. Larry's only gone downstairs for some breakfast.

Van: But I'm hungry too 😉

STOP IT!

Van: I can't help it. It's killing me knowing you're lying just on the other side of this wall...

You sigh, starting to type out an agreement, but you stop yourself. What the fuck are you doing? Last night was a mistake, plain and simple. You let things get way out of hand and you need to do the decent thing and call things off with Van. You quickly delete what you've typed so far, setting your phone down on the nightstand and looking up at the ceiling, trying to clear your thoughts but it's impossible. Your eyes keep flicking to your phone, a sense of longing growing in you with each passing minute. But you have to resist, it's the only way.

But he's lying there in bed right now...

Thinking of you...

Wanting you...

Needing you...

Fuck...

Your body moves independently from your mind as you move the covers aside, swinging your legs down and planting your feet on the floor. You draw your robe around your body, pausing to glance at your reflection in the mirror as you pass.

Your hair's dishevelled and your smoky eyes are still smudged with last night's make up, but there's a glint in them that you're not used to seeing. So many emotions are flowing through you, arousal, anxiety, exhilaration, disgust, shame... but one cuts through them all... lust.

You're not even thinking as you push through the bedroom door, pausing to listen to the faint clattering of Larry moving about in the kitchen below. It's only a few footsteps to Van's room and you move swiftly and lightly on the balls of your feet, coming to a stop at his door. You place both hands against the surface, leaning in, pressing your ear against the wood.

Your heart thuds a steady rhythm as you reach down for the door handle...

#red #catfish and the bottlemen #van mccann #van mccann x reader #fanfic #vanfic

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thecameronchronicles · 2 years

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Grand Delusions

TW: DARKRudy!, Smut. Language. Cheating. Mentions of alcohol and drunkenness.

SUMMARY: Overdrinking leads lines to blur as you stumble into Rudy’s, whose intentions are anything but pure…

Word Count: 1200

*Requested*

Grand Delusions

You knew that you should have stopped after that third cocktail as the buzz was already leaving you at a questionable state of your equilibrium. But in being surrounded by your friends, you trusted that they wouldn't take advantage of your lowered inhibitions beyond what would become a simple joke that next day and nothing more. At least you thought so…

But as you walked, or rather fell, into the room you'd shared with Drew as his monogamous girlfriend, you were setting the stage for someone's impute intentions. Unbeknownst to you as Tequila and a multitude of liqueurs affected your senses, you slipped out of your dress and stumbled to the edge of the bed, where his frame was covered beneath the sheets.

As Madelyn was an affectionate drunk and Madison was more of one brought quick to anger, you were a horny drunk. That pulsation between your legs shameless in the hunt for its quell. For that, you slipped off your panties and threw them as steadily as you could towards Drew's head before slipping into the sheets beside him.

"You smell so good…" You moaned behind him, a new shampoo or cologne having been the reason for your comment as you wrapped your arm around his chest. His muscles were always a welcoming sensation to you, especially since he hadn't hadn't home much due to his recent projects and their necessary publicity stunts such as premieres and interviews. But right now, you were able to have him all to yourself.

You fell in and out of consciousness for a bit the mix of alcohol and the unnatural fatigue of pushing your body beyond its limit. But rather quickly, you familiarized yourself with his fingers assisting you out of your bra, before his lips were on your breast. With the darkness of the room and the silence of your bedfellow, you hadn't noticed it wasn't Drew until you ran your fingers through his hair as he descended between your thighs.

"Rudy…" You spoke his name in confusion first, before ultimately repeating it in fear once realizing the depth of this moment. But as you tried to move, he was quick to collect your thighs, pulling them apart and pinning them down in the same degree, before he carried his tongue between those folds.

"Rud….yyyyy…"

"Better be quiet there, sweetheart, don't want good natured Drew to know how you're letting me lick his girl's pretty little pussy…"

"Stop…" You fought as he only smirked and continued his motions, kitty licks drawn over your clit.

"My god, you're fucking delicious…" His eyes fixated on you as he kept your legs parted with his grip and you moved against him, even if an attempt to flee, had only brought more pleasure.

"Why are you-"

"Because I can…Because you're gonna let me…"

"Please Rudy, Drew…"

"Isn't home like he should be. And you deserve to be taken care of every day, every hour on the hour if you want…so let me show you that I can…" Before you could object, he was now inside of you.

"Rudy!" You berated, a warning wavering to the grip made to the back of your neck, pulling your hair in the process.

"I always knew you'd sound so pretty when you said my name like this…But fuck, I didn't think you'd be THIS fucking tight…" He winced into a smirk before quickening his motions. The door suddenly coming open at his back, Drew's slurred speech apologizing as his own drunken haze kept him from recognizing your silhouette disloyal to him.

"See? I'd never let you out of my sight for this to happen…I would have you in my arms…I would never give you a reason to undress yourself. I would do it for you-"

He took your lips against his own, that hand now at your jaw to deepen your kiss as you would only moan against him.

"Just let me take care of you…" His finger came to your clit. "God…I'm gonna make you come so hard for me, you might just squirt…"

"Please Rudy…"

"Keep begging baby…It's making me throb so fucking hard for you…You feel that?" He asked upon slowing his pace and pressing his hand into your lower abdomen as he flexed inside of you.

"Rudy…"

"That's right baby. Rudy's cock making you feel this good…making you so wet that I can move so quickly…" His hand took your jaw once again, this time, turning you towards the door, as he spoke with his hot breath giant your cheek.

"But I'm gonna take my fucking time…Make sure you learn my cock…know my name-"

"Please-"

"Don't worry baby, you'll come…I'll make you come so fucking hard you'll forget of anyone else before me…including him…"

"Stop…please…I don't want to hurt him-"

"I will." Your eyes widened to him. "If he comes in here…if he tried to stop me from coming inside you.. of making you mine…" As your hands tried to stop him, he pinned them beside your head, keeping you still.

"You're mine, sweetheart. Even more so when I'll come inside of you….don't try to deny it, I can feel how much you need it…so let me give it to you…"

"Rudy…" You whined as he quickened.

"I'll make it easy for you, sweetheart. Just say yes…say yes and I swear to God, I'll make you feel so fucking good-"

"Rudy-"

His grip tightened on your wrists.

"You say ANYTHING else, you'll only come in front of him after I make you scream so loud, they'll come find me this deep inside of you-"

"Please-"

"Yes or no, baby? Just say-"

"Yes." You whimpered as he scoffed.

"Yeah."

"Yes! Please!" You were suddenly turned to face the bed, hips raised to meet him.

"Good girl…now let me make you come for me…" His fingers flicked viciously on your clit as you felt him pull you against his chest as he brought you closer to the headboard.

"You know how crazy you make me.. watching you with him, knowing you need me and MY cock?"

"Rudy-"

"Don't worry baby-" His hand now clutched onto your breast as his second hand pulled your cheek to face him.

"It's gonna be okay…I've got you…just come for me, baby…go on and rub it for me…put a little work into it for me…"

You ran your fingers over that familiar and now inflamed clit, pulsating for release

"Good fucking girl clenching me like that…good girl-" His fingers wrapped around your dominant hand over the metal headboard.

"Rudy, I'm-"

"I can feel it baby…just let it happen, cream on me baby.. please give it to me…make me proud…"

"Ahhh…"

"Sing for me, sweetheart…"

"Ahh mmm…oh God…"

"Rudy!" He set his fingers in your mouth, your lips wrapping around him for the relief of being able to moan against him.

"It's okay, baby…use my fingers just like you used my cock…"

"Rudy…" You groaned with him still inside of you, your hugh at its very edge as he slowed to prolong this.

"Feel good baby?"

"Yes…"

"Then make me fucking come-"

He bent you forward, ravaging your aching pussy as he brought you both to that edge, sobering you enough to understand your circumstances as he spilled out of you as evidence of what you'd allowed.

"Don't worry baby, this will stay between us…Next time will, too…" He smacked your ass before leaving you alone, his scent and release now leaving you with guilt but also the greatest satisfactory numbness that not even your boyfriend could grant…

Taglist: @hopebaker @iovdrew @penny4yourthoughts @magnificantmermaid @pickingviolets @lovedetlost @trikigirl271 @maybankslover @slut4starkey @slvtherinseeker @obxiskewl @obxxrxfes @bluesongbird @slut-era @ailee-celeste @rafesbae @pankhoeforlife

#rudy pankow smut #rudy pankow #rudy pankow x reader #outer banks #obx

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wixed · 3 months

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1 - What was Tav doing when they were abducted?

The clack of old worn shoes rapidly hitting cobblestone echoed down the alley. Tavlin continued to run as fast as his feet could carry him, darting through the twisting maze of the lower city. He was so close, he almost got away with it, a fumble at the finish line put his perfect plan in jeopardy. 'Left, right, right again, left, sharp left, down the stairs.' He quickly ducked into an old outhouse and stayed as quiet as he could, begging his lungs to forget their need for air. He steadied his breath and held it as he heard the metal clanging footsteps of the Flaming Fist who were pursuing him.

“Fan around! The rat couldn’t have gotten far. Lady Jannath will be furious if we come back empty handed.”

Tavlin rolled his eyes ‘What did Lady Jannath need with another golden necklace? Surely the lady has enough.’ He thought to himself as he peeked outside the unpleasant smelling hiding spot. The Fist were still close, but so was he. He glanced to his left and saw the hidden entrance to the Guildhall Hideout. He just needed to be fast enough to get there without being seen.

He shut the door, and pulled out the necklace, the dreadful item that was causing so much trouble. He studied the intricate designs, he wasn’t a jeweler or studied artisan, but this necklace was sure to fetch a pretty price. He thought of the sick children taking refuge in the Guild. He had brought them off the streets of Rivington, brought them to what he considered a safe place. Keene told him they were his responsibility, that if he “was going to bring in strays he better be able to feed and care for them”. He slipped the necklace back into his pocket, the handful of orphans he picked up needed a healer, but those cost gold, lots of gold.

“You better be worth what Lady Jannath claims you are.” He quietly scolded the necklace as he patted his pocket.

If he couldn’t find the perfect opportunity to make a run for it, he’d have to make one himself. He could already feel the weave coursing through his veins like an electric pulse. His hands quickly twist in a fluid motion as he cast Minor Illusion 10 meters up the stairs he descended from. The illusory cat he summoned started to loudly yowl and make noise, catching the attention of the Fist.

He used this distraction to bolt to the door. As Tavlin tried to open the secret entrance he heard screaming and a cacophony of frantic desperate noise from the street proper. He cursed under his breath as he left his escape and went to check what the sudden cause for concern was. Keene was going to kick him out for this, he was certain. Bringing the Fist to their doorstep, carelessly endangering the Guild, letting ample opportunities slip by. He really was the worst thief. “Nothing more than a simple urchin of the Gate.” as Uktar would say. Tavlin sighed at himself as he ran to the streets above, he was almost plowed over by a mass of people screaming and running in the opposite direction. He tried to stop one of them but they just pointed in abject horror behind them as they continued on their path.

Tavlin looked through the skyline and saw a sight he could hardly believe. A ship in the sky, a ship as big as any boat he’d ever seen, bigger even. Tendrils reaching forward grasping at people as it crashed through the city. He saw a cowering mother holding her child directly in its path. He ran to their side, dodging falling pieces of rubble to help them.

“Come on! You have to move!” He then saw that the mother’s leg was stuck under a piece of rubble. Crying for Tavlin to take her toddler “Please you have to save her, take her to safety please sir!” Tavlin grunted as he attempted to move the large piece of broken stone that was pinning her leg. He stood back and examined the angle of the stone and her leg, he held out his hands once again summoning the weave from within himself. “We’re not leaving you, a child should have their mother.” he stated matter-of-factly while pointing a finger at the stone pinning her leg.

“Voco arvina!” with the incantation he summoned grease around the mother and the stone. He once again attempted to pull her out, having more success this time thanks to the Grease spell. Her leg came free and she shakily stood, limping to her child and crying, repeating her thanks over and over.

Tavlin smiled as he heaved heavy breaths, doubled over with hands on his knees. He was very tired of all the physical activity and very much just wanted to take a long nap. His wishful thinking was interrupted with a blood curdling scream.

One of the tendrils from the ship above them was looming over them, quickly coming to grab the mother and child. Tavlin without even thinking leapt in front of the tendril, pushing the mother aside.

His vision flashed white and then went black.

He woke to see some kind of tentacled creature holding a worm near his eye, writhing with teeth, screeching and wiggling just a hair's breadth from his face. His mind went blank again, the edges of his vision caving in. His last thought was about the mother and child, he hoped they were safe. ‘Please let them be safe’.

I'm so excited to show you guys Tavlin. He's my Tav who romanced Gale and convinced him to give up the Crown. I'm going to be doing the #BG3FicFeb Challenge with him while I work on the longer form Fic that features Chyla, another Gale romance in which she could not convince him to give up the Crown, and I decided to write a fic to hurt my feelings in regards to it. I'm going to jump between the SFW and NSFW prompts.

So Tavlin is the palate cleanser to the long form Fic with Chyla. Enjoy his best boy Aladdin antics, I hope he bewitches you all like he bewitched Gale (and me).

Part 2 - Voyeurism Part 3 - Body Worship NSFW 18+ Part 4 - Camp Chores Part 5 - First time seeing companions/love interest in a fight Part 6 - Teaching each other how to do something Part 7 - Heated argument with a companion Part 8 - It will be ok as long as we're together Part 9 - Exhibitionism NSFW 18+

#BG3FicFeb #bg3 fanfic prompt #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale #gale x tav #bg3 tav #Tavlin

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djinnandtea · 5 months

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The Old Centaur's Almanac Guide to Romance

A human/centaur Solstice romance in three parts

Chapter 2 (Chapter 1)

“You look pretty today!”

Helena gave Marin a pointed stare and said nothing in response.

Marin was unbothered. “Come on, now, a little gentle teasing surely isn’t amiss.”

“Walk me through the numbers, please,” Helena said, slipping out of her jacket and scarf as if no suggestive comments had been made.

“You’re no fun,” Marin said with a pout. Then she went over their updated inventory as Helena settled into her back office.

It was busy enough at the shop that Helena had an easy time not thinking about Alex. Though Marin tried to remind her when she could—talking about how beautiful the almanac art was, reading books about centaurs on her breaks where Helena could see, and at least once leaving a steamy romance with a rugged centaur man embracing a delicate looking human woman on the cover right on Helena’s desk—Helena was steadfast that Alex had been nothing more than a passing fancy, a brief bit of excitement in their otherwise routine days. He didn’t come back to the shop, nor did he call to speak to Helena. If she had hoped to see the centaur again, by the end of the fourth day without finding hide nor hair of him, she’d accepted his flirtations had simply been friendliness.

It was fine that way. Helena had sworn off fae men since her last relationship with an orc three years prior, and that included handsome centaurs as much as anyone else. Besides, her human-designed home was no place for a creature roughly the size of a horse. He wouldn’t even fit at her dining table. It was fine this way, better even. Really.

Helena had stopped thinking about Alex altogether when two weeks after he first appeared, she stepped out of the shop, locked its door, and then turned and ran straight into him.

“Ash be damned,” she swore as she took a quick step back. “Give a girl some room, would you?”

Alex quickly stepped back. “I’m so sorry—I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Helena looked up at him, breath catching all over at the sight. He was wearing a dark gray sweater that paired with his coloring beautifully, and he’d tamed his curls into a long side braid that draped over his shoulder and down his chest. He really was good-looking.

“It’s all right,” she said. Then, “Why are you here?”

Perhaps not her smoothest line.

Alex cleared his throat. “I thought I might make that appointment.”

Heat surged to Helena’s face. Pleasure did, too. “Oh. Well, you know I’m very busy. You might need to go through my assistant.”

He smiled and cocked his head. “Do you always like to play hard to get?”

Helena laughed a little. She shifted from one foot to another. “No, you’re just special.”

Alex’s cheeks went pink. “Well, are you terribly busy right now?”

Helena shook her head. “Just heading home.”

“May I walk you? Or do you take a cart?”

“I walk,” she said. “And I’d appreciate the company.”

They set off, at first, in silence.

A block down from the shop, Helena spoke. “I didn’t think I’d see you again. You never came back around.”

“I meant to,” he replied. “But I don’t like crowds, if I’m being honest. I tried to see you once, but the shop was so full, I didn’t think I could step inside.”

Helena took in his words. “It’s not normally so crowded. This is our busiest time of year.”

“Yes, Niko told me. It wears on him, too.”

She had a number of questions about Alex’s relationship with his brother. Did he see Niko often? Why had Niko never said he had a brother? Why had she never seen Alex around the city before? But they all seemed too personal. In her limited time with Alex, Helena was already beginning to suspect he preferred his privacy.

“I’m sure,” she said. “Do you help him often?”

“Not usually. I haven’t lived near the city in years. It’s not my favorite place. But I’ve recently relocated back, which means I can do a little work for Niko when things are hectic for him.”

“Can I ask what brought you back?”

Alex looked down at her. “Centaurs are inherently social creatures. It wasn’t serving me to be on my own. And I suppose I missed my brother.”

Helena felt a pang of empathy, and a twinge of bitterness. She understood how Alex felt; she missed her family, too.”

“I don’t know much about centaurs,” she said to distract herself. “You and Niko are the only two I’ve met.”

Alex smiled. “Well, I’ll tell you we’re a fabulous bunch. We’re all very handsome, and very smart, and our members are well-blessed by Priapus when it comes to size and virility.”

Helena scoffed. “Alex!”

“Have I impressed you yet?”

He was coming on strong, but Helena found she didn’t mind. It had been ages since she’d been flirted with, and Alex had been respectful in his behavior otherwise. And if she were being completely honest, it was a little exciting to be spoken to so brazenly.

She shook her head. “It takes more than a large and virile member to free up my schedule.”

Alex laughed. “Do you prefer a gentler man? A man of books and intellect?”

She looked at him and shrugged. “At the end of the day, I prefer a man who’s kind. Even if he isn’t so blessed by Priapus.”

The conversation cooled from a boil to a simmer as they continued to walk, their discussion shifting from flirtation to something more neutral. Alex asked Helena about her shop, never bringing up her time before she owned it, and she asked Alex about what he did to pass the time now that he’d relocated.

“I flirt with beautiful women,” he said as they approached Helena’s front door.

“Ah,” she said, pulling out her key. “So it’s not just me, then.”

“On the contrary. It’s only you.”

He looked at her, his expression rooting Helena to the spot.

“You’re very direct,” she said, a little breathless.

He didn’t pull his eyes away. “I prefer to speak plainly.”

Helena didn’t know what to say to that. “Well. Thank you for walking me home. That was nice of you.”

He shook his head little. “If I’m being honest, I wasn’t trying to be nice at all.”

Helena’s eyes narrowed. Alex continued.

“That sounded ominous,” he looked briefly away. “I…Ash it all.” He looked back at her. “Tomorrow is the solstice.”

“I know,” she replied.

“Do you have plans?”

Helena swallowed. “No. It’s not a holiday I care about.”

“Will you spend the evening with me then? I’ll make you dinner.”

Helena opened her mouth, but she couldn’t make herself speak. She didn’t usually like to spend the fae holidays with the fae themselves. The days never meant the same thing to both of them.

“I’ve botched this, haven’t I?” He said, frowning.

Helena folded her arms, unsure of what to say, or how to explain where her hesitation came from. “It’s not that I don’t want to spend time with you,” she tried. “I just….”

It seemed to click for Alex then. “I’m not asking to celebrate with you—I’m sorry, I should have realized that’s how it would look. I wouldn’t be surprised if you have your own feelings about the solstice. The thing is, I have to leave for a little while the day after tomorrow, so it’s my last opportunity to spend time with you. I’ve wanted to ask you to dinner since the day I dropped off the almanacs, but I couldn’t find the courage, and it all seemed too sudden, as we’d just met. I don’t historically move quickly.” He paused. “Historically, I don’t move at all, to be honest.”

There was much to unpack in his speech, but Helena focused on least charged. “You’ve been flirting with me from the jump.” said Helena.

Alex offered a lopsided smile. “Yes, it’s been a bit confusing for me, too.”

“Does it help clarify anything if I tell you that I’ve enjoyed it?” Her breath held as she watched Alex’s face.

He grinned. “A bit. So, tomorrow. Can we confirm the appointment? Do I still need to go through your assistant?”

Helena smiled at him. “No, this request can go directly through me. Yes, I’ll have dinner with you tomorrow.”

“Oh, good.” Alex laughed, the tension visibly leaving his shoulders. His ears twitched and his tail flicked, and he took a quick step back and then forward, as if releasing pent up energy. “Can I pick you up here at 6:00 p.m.?”

“Yes,” agreed Helena. I’ll be ready.”

“Until tomorrow then,” Alex said.

“Until tomorrow.”

He waited until she was safely inside her apartment before he trotted away. Helena watched Alex leave, pleased—though nervous—with the turn of events.

“Oak and Ash help me,” she murmured as she closed and locked the door.

#monster romance #monster lover #teratophillia #monster kink #monster smut #my stuff #the old centaur's almanac guide to romance #monrom

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sunshine-in-a-bottle · 1 year

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AWESAMDRUNZ SMUT, FINALLY FUCKING FINISHED.

HERE'S THE AO3.

HAVE IT ALSO UNDER THE CUT.

Sam let his fingers run up Dream's side, reveling in the shivers it elicited. His other hand was already on Dream’s cock, strokes he only half paid attention to in favor of the expressions on Dream’s face. He always liked to hide, Sam noticed. From their first exchange in prison to this thing they had now, Dream would attempt to keep himself composed, even when he was a half stroke away from his peak. It made each encounter a struggle to break the willful behavior Dream exuded. The task was exhausting, but rewarding in its own way.

Punz was not making it any easier.

"You're doing so well, Dream. Pretty noises; let me hear them." Punz cooed, an arm wrapped firmly around Dreams waist as they played with his nipple. Dream bit his lip to stifle his moan, brow furrowed in concentration as he tried to hide the pleasure he was obviously feeling. It made Sam's lips curl downward; Dream shouldn't be hiding. Not from him.

It was easy enough to correct. Sam turned Dream's head towards him, tapping his fingers against his mouth. Recognition appeared in Dream's eyes, and he obediently parted his lips to allow the digits. Immediately, the moans became audible.

"The fuck are you doing?" Punz hissed at him. Sam gave them a challenging look and began to thrust his fingers inward. Satisfaction curled in his gut as Dream looked to him for directions.

"You wanted to hear him, moan. I'm letting you hear him." He said. Automatically he began to thrust deeper to hear him choke, but Punz seized his wrist.

"Not like that," they said dangerously, squeezing his wrist hard enough to break. "If he wants me to hear him, he'll do it himself."

They released Sam just enough for him to pull his hand back before tilting Dream's head back to face them. Immediately their lips clashed, a rough slide that caused a whine from Dream's throat and a moan from Punz's. Their hand slid up to play with the hairs on the back of his neck and trace his jaw. As Dream began to push more eagerly into the kiss, Punz opened an eye to stare Sam down.

It was an obvious taunt. You can't have him like I can.

Sam dug his nails into the desk.

Kissing Dream was off limits. Punz had made that very clear after the first time, when a fucked out Dream had lain pliant in Sam's arms, eyes wide and asking for what had been a rare treat back when it was just the two of them. It was meant to reward him for being good, for listening to Sam, and Dream had been good for him. So he indulged. The soft noise of delight had drawn Punz's attention quickly, and the snarl had left the mercenary looking more wild than human.

"You don't get to have him like that."

It had been a threat and a promise. Each session after, Punz had taken to claiming Dream's mouth, leaving it bruised and red and out of Sam's reach. The knife on their hip glinted ominously as he seethed. The consequences for kissing would be the same as the ones where he left marks: an instant stab to the gut.

It wasn't fair having to watch Punz's sink his teeth into a neck Sam could once claim freely, but Punz didn't seem to give a damn about fairness when it came to him.

Suddenly furious, Sam began to pick up his loose strokes, tugging Dream's cock harshly and digging his thumb into the head. Dream broke away from Punz's mouth ( good , Sam thought) to throw back his head with a cry, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. His cock began to leak slowly onto the table.

Punz cursed as Dream began to tremble in their arms, attempting to pull Dream away from Sam's hold. "Stop, you're going too fast for him, he doesn't like it."

"Yes he does," Sam argued, tugging once more for emphasis. Dream bucked his hips in response. "He's cum like this before. Didn’t you, Dream? Didn't you do well? I remember how good you were."

A sob of pleasure was his answer. The facade finally broke as tears slipped down Dream's cheeks, and the sight was so entrancing that Sam nearly failed to dodge the knife aimed for his chest.

"What did I say?" Punz growled. It echoed throughout the lobby. Their eyes were icy pinpricks, but when they replaced Sam's hand with their own the tenderness in each careful brush of the fingers was clear.

"You have to take your time with him." Punz murmured as they fondled him lightly. "He needs a little coaxing to get in the right headspace. You don't want him to drop like that."

Sam gripped Dream's thighs, rubbing up and down. He wasn't... entirely sure what they meant, but the results were obvious: Tears still streamed down Dream's face, but the sobbing was absent in favor of nearly silent pants. Dream fell into Punz's chest, eyes cloudy.

"Punz?" Dream asked tiredly. Punz pressed a quick kiss to his temple.

"Yeah, Dream. I'm here, I've got you. Can you tell me how you're doing?"

"It feels good," He slurred, whimpering as Punz gave a particularly firm upstroke. "More? Please? Just a little. I'll be good."

"I know you will be," Punz soothed. They stopped to turn his body, hushing his protests. "You're always good for me."

Sam clenched his fists as he was forced to let go and watch Dream be manhandled into laying on his back. It gave him access to Dream's lips again, but they were spit slicked, a sour reminder. No kissing. Sam settled with caressing his cheek. Dream leaned into his touch. He looked up when Sam didn't move, and made a questioning sound. Something oddly fond bloomed in his chest.

"Good boy." He murmured. Dream gave a happy hum.

Punz scoffed from their place across the table, but said nothing as they began the work to prep Dream. Dream arched into Sam's touch, displaying his neck for Sam's perusal. Rows of teeth were indented into the scarred flesh, and Sam couldn't help but cover them with his fingers, gripping Dream's neck until he was breathless.

He only had a second of Dream's blissful expression before a knife found its way into his shoulder.

"Get your hands off of him!" Punz practically shrieked with fury. " You're hurting him."

Sam winced as he pulled the knife out of his shoulder, summoning a health pot to fix it. He made to snarl back, but Dream had stilled beneath them.

"Punz. It's okay." He said quietly. "I liked it."

Punz stopped, hands paused from where they had been prepared to summon more knives to meet Dream's eyes. Dream stared back at them, tilting his head. They seemed to communicate silently for a few moments, before Punz shook themselves.

"Just. Don't do it so suddenly." He muttered harshly, and went back to opening Dream up. Sam felt a surge of triumph.

"What a good boy, telling us what he likes." He cooed smugly, taking hold of Dream's neck again. He made sure each and every one of Punz's marks was covered by his hand as he lightly squeezed, watching the pleasure build in Dream's eyes. Idly, Sam felt for Dream's pulse. It fluttered like a hummingbird beneath his fingers, desperate and yearning for air. With one last squeeze, he released, leaving Dream to gasp and stutter out his pleasure. Sweet honey satisfaction soothed at Sam's mind as wide eyes focused wholly on him, and he couldn't help but bend down to nuzzle his face, fur brushing against scarred cheeks to mark him. His prisoner. His.

Suddenly, Dream shuddered beneath him, keening loudly and turning his face away. Sam startled back to find Punz smirking at him, pointed and smug.

"That's it," He said, brushing his fingers against Dream's prostate just to hear him keen again. "Keep making those pretty sounds."

Dream sobbed as Punz pressed another finger into him, thrashing as if he couldn't decide whether he wanted to get away or sink deeper into the pleasure offered. Sam watched the subtle turns in expression, fascinated. They were different from way back before, when it was just them. Dream was loose in a way not usually shown to him, softer than silk, easy and sweet. It was strangely enthralling.

Two taps to Dream's thigh got his attention. Punz worked to turn him over on his stomach, and Sam reluctantly helped, hissing when Punz pulled Dream closer by the hips (away from Sam, always away.)

Punz ignored the creeper's warning smoke, instead choosing to slick himself up with a groan that was quickly cut off.

"You okay with this?" He asked Dream roughly, tangling their fingers together and tapping thrice. He received a low hum in reply, fingers tapping four times in return.

"Please." Dream begged, leaving Sam breathless as he rutted against the desk in a desperate attempt for friction. It was enough to make him lean against the wood, palming himself in a struggle not to jerk into his own release.

"I have you," Punz murmured, and began to push in, achingly gentle.

After a few moments, Dream stilled, eyes tight and tense. Sam released himself and looked up to see Punz running his hands up and down Dream's thighs in an attempt to comfort, even with just the head inside.

"You doing good for me?" He asked softly, searching for any signs he should stop. Dream exhaled.

"Yes."

"Good." Punz smiled, and Sam could feel the way Dream shuddered as Punz slid their cock fully inside him. It was so slow, slower than Sam would have preferred and slower than he knew Dream could take, but a bitten off keen and the shallow gouges making their way into the desk informed him that Dream still appreciated it, very much so.

"There we go."

Sam swallowed. Punz's hips were flush against Dream’s ass, something he knew from experience felt heavenly when Dream clenched down. Dream's head fell forward against the desk. Punz immediately reached out to him, but Dream turned so his cheek pillowed against the wood, exposing his blissed out expression. He rolled his hips intently into Punz's until they were moaning from the force.

"Punz," Dream said. His fingers continued to bite into the desk. He repeated himself, brokenly. "Punz."

"Yeah?" Punz gasped out. His hands gripped Dream hard enough to bruise, and Sam let his own hands rest flat against the desk in a loose cage of Dream's upper body.

"Need more."

And Punz never denied him. There were no drawn out demands when they began to thrust, hard and quick. Making Dream beg didn't seem to be once on their mind when his mouth fell open in near silent pants. They cooed like they could hear his sweet noises regardless, praising him for taking everything they had to give and looking good while he did it.

And Sam…. He looked at the way Dream flushed at every compliment. The way Dreams tongue sat on his bottom lip, and the way he arched when Punzs grinded against the spot deep inside him. Dream's eyes flicked up to meet his own before turning away, but Sam cupped his face to bring him back, to see those cheeks turn pink and to thumb away the tear tracks. Heat ignited in his core when their eyes finally met.

(He was so pretty.)

"Look at you," Sam murmured. Dream removed his nails from the desk. "Taking cock like you were made for it."

Dream whined. Goosebumps trailed up Sam's arms as Dream reached up to grip them. Like he wanted to keep them there.

"I still need to come, Dream." Sam reminded him, pulling away before unbuckling his belt and pulling out his aching cock. It brushed feather-light at Dream's lips, staining them with precum.

His breath caught as Dream's tongue peeked out to lick it away. Suddenly the other man in the room fucking his prisoner was irrelevant, practically unnoticeable. Nothing was more important than getting that tongue on his cock again, to occupy Dream's mouth and all of his thoughts.

It wasn't hard to convince Dream to open his mouth for him. Punz's icy stare was thoroughly ignored as Sam pushed the head a little more insistently against his lips. Dream took it easily, glancing at Sam for confirmation that he was doing it right even while he hollowed out his cheeks and moved with practiced expertise. He knew by now what Sam liked.

He tried to move back a bit, maybe to tease the head, or to pause for a moment, but his position on the desk prevented him from pulling away, and Sam took advantage of it to grip his neck and sink his cock deeper . Dream's throat was impossibly tight; the vibrations from his deep chested moan making it impossible for Sam not to cry out. He fought the urge to tangle his fingers into Dreams' hair. He wanted to choke him on his cock, hold him there until Dream was seeing stars, but the knife across from him gave an ominous shimmer and reminded Sam that Punz was still watching. He wouldn't understand how easy it could be to tune Dream into a beautiful instrument of pleasure. So instead Sam focused on the more important things: the way the back of Dream's throat felt, the way he used his tongue and his hands, scarred and rough and perfect as they attempted to grip the meat of his thigh.

His peak was approaching faster than he realized. The coil of heat in his gut winded tighter and tighter with each roll of his hips, but he still needed something before he could let go.

"Dream." He gasped. "Look at me."

Once again, Dream focused on him. Sam let himself tuck a strand of hair behind Dream's ear, just to make it easier to see.

"I'm going to come down your throat, and you're going to take it all. You want to, don't you? You want me to come?"

Dream tried to nod. The small, eager bob of his head made Sam smile despite himself.

"That's a good boy," He praised, and gave into the thrusts, the tongue curling around the underside of his cock, and Dream's ever present gaze, as if all the world had been stripped away and they were what was left.

(Dream was for him.)

The coil snapped. Sam buried himself as deep as he could down Dream's throat, groaning breathlessly. Punz's pace faltered, and their hands twitched towards the knife, but Sam pulled out before they could decide to act. True to Sam's word, Dream swallowed all he was given with a muffled whine. With a ragged exhale, he pulled out and leaned on the desk.

He could hear Punz start up again, feel the force of his thrusts shake the desk. Dreams' head bowed, revealing a pale neck lined with silvery scars. It was an enticing idea to let his teeth scrape the flesh, punishment be damned-

"Close." Dream sobbed and shook his head. "Punz, please."

"I've got you, Dream." Punz promised, snaking their hand up to grasp his neck with such a featherlight hold it would never be considered choking. Dream still seemed to gain pleasure from it; his head shot up at the sensation, and he leaned into the touch. Punz's other hand left Sam's sight, but it was clear from Dream's sudden spasms that they had found his cock.

Dream broke . With a small keen, he writhed and arched before collapsing onto the desk. Punz's thrusts became frantic for a moment until he stuttered. Through sweaty locks of hair Sam caught the hint of Dream's smile (he always did like to clench down and tease.) With a jolt, Punz came, hunching over Dream and moaning low as he spent himself inside.

Punz remained there for a moment. He couldn't decide if he was eager for them to remove themselves from Dream's body, or dreading what it would mean when he did.

It was, as always, the worst part of these sessions.

Punz pulled out slowly, letting their come drip out of Dream’s hole and onto the floor without care. They wouldn’t be the one to clean it, after all.

“C’mere,” They murmured. They maneuvered him carefully until he was sitting on the desk facing them. Sam could only see his back, the uneven array of whip scars and burns staring back at him in silent judgment. Punz inspected Dream’s figure with a quick, critical gaze, flicking to Sam as if to be sure that he hadn’t somehow marred Dream under their watch. Sam bristled, but Punz had already moved back to Dream, pulling him into a full body hug that Dream melted into. They spoke low into his ear, kissing it before pulling back to grab a large, fluffy blanket from one of the drawers underneath. Sam had offered his own blankets and pillows once, but the offer hadn’t even gotten halfway out of his mouth before Punz cut him off.

“He doesn’t need anything from you.”

It stung. More so seeing the way Dream let himself be enveloped in the light blue blanket and press his forehead to Punz’s. Sam hadn’t always engaged in this part of sex with Dream. The aftercare, the cuddling and softness hadn’t been something strictly necessary in their arrangement, but he allowed it on occasion, and it had always been his choice. To have it taken away, along with the kisses and the marks left him feeling empty, an impossible ache replacing the assurance he had felt when the only thing separating them had been a curtain of lava.

Punz tucked Dream fully into the blanket before scooping him up into his arms. Dream, still uncomfortably light, went near effortlessly.

“We’ll finish up here and then get going. Bye, Sam.” Punz said curtly, and with barely a glance in his direction Punz turned to walk deeper into the prison, where there was an abandoned cell that had been refurbished into a place for Dream and Punz to have some privacy while Punz took care of Dream. As they did, Sam caught Dream peeking over Punz’s shoulder.

“Bye, Sam.” He said. He tucked his face into Punz’s neck, and then they were both gone. Their words echoed throughout the stillness. Sam set a hand on the desk; it was still warm. Like every time before, he debated trying to follow, but it was likely to end the way it always did: a knife in his chest. Eventually they would get dressed, and leave the prison entirely to go to some other base, where Dream would give all of himself to Punz as if Sam’s time with him had never existed. As if these little fragments were somehow enough.

(It was never enough. Not for Sam.)

#my writing #awesamdrunz #awesamdream #drunz

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cyberrat · 10 months

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74th Batch Of Fics: 1st Fill

Hanzo/Cole; Genji/Roadhog – Trucker AU – Part 40 – cont B72F5 – A quick stop at Roadie's to drop Genji off...

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The atmosphere in the cabin is icy and both brothers refuse to talk to each other, so Cole turns the volume of the radio up some and just leaves them be. He’s too damn old for that kind of drama and he feels like it goes way deeper anyway.

Something about Hanzo trying to kill his brother? He’s seen quite a nasty scar on Genji’s back peeking out of his shirt. Doesn’t sit right with him to think that Hanzo not only tried to kill his brother but also apparently did so from behind, but he wasn’t there to begin with.

Isn’t your damn rodeo, he reminds himself, eyes on the road as he drives.

Predictably, Genji starts whining at him about the length of the drive pretty early in. He keeps asking about how much longer they have to be on the road. Once Cole turns the radio up loud enough that even his own ears start to hurt, the kid seems to get the picture because he crosses his arms in front of his chest with a huff and just pouts.

After a while he turns it down again. He’s noticed Hanzo all but glued to the window, back stiff as he peers out at the road behind them via the rear view mirror.

“You alright?” Cole asks with a grunt. It takes Hanzo a beat to realize that he’s been spoken to and then replies tersely: “Yes.”

“You lookin’ whether we’re followed?”

Cole keeps his eyes on the road but in his peripheral is watching Hanzo pull his shoulders up to his ears. After a long beat of silence he replies, quieter: “Yes.”

Cole sighs softly but lets him be. He doesn’t think the kid will stop that habit any time soon but there’s nothing to be done about it.

It’s starting to get dark, both boys asleep or on their best way to it when Cole starts to slow down the truck.

“We’re here.”

A second later he has Genji at his shoulder, peering out the windshield as if he hadn’t been draped across the slim mattress before. It makes Cole jump and hiss out an expletive.

“Wait what? I thought you were going to drop me off at like… a reststop or something.” He sounds upset, but he looks intrigued at the sight of a quaint little house at the end of a row of houses.

“Was my plan. But he said to drop you off here, so… here we are.” He grabs his phone to send out a text but the door to the little house is already opening and Rutledge’s massive frame carefully slides out of it. It looks like he has to unfold himself on his porch once he is through the doorframe.

Cole can hear Genji make a sound like an excited little whimper before he starts rattling on the backrest of his chair, demanding: “Get out so I can get out!”

Cole rolls his eyes, muttering: “Pretty damn eager if you keep in mind that we had to almost drag you to the damn truck.”

He throws Hanzo a little glance but the other is already pushing his door open, slipping out onto the pavement. Genji is hot on his heels, apparently not willing to wait for Cole to get his fat ass in motion.

By the time he’s stretched his legs, locked up the truck and made his way around it, Rutledge has two sluts all but hanging off either of his arms. Hanzo isn’t quite touching, but he’s standing very close, while Genji is wrapped around the other tree trunk sized arm, grinning up at Mako’s all but expressionless face.

“Damn… you catch ‘em quickly, don’t ya?” Cassidy mutters, scratching the back of his head.

Mako grunts and turns back to the door, waving for them to follow behind. “Animal magnetism.” It doesn’t sound like he’s joking but Cole is also very familiar with Mako’s humor so he snorts.

They trail behind him like some ducklings. He’s been in Rutledge’s house exactly once before so he is somewhat prepared for its interior – unlike Hanzo and Genji. The latter of which whispers out a not so subtle ‘what the fuck?’ as they follow the giant through a pretty little hallway and into a living room that is just one doily away from looking like it belongs to a sweet little old lady.

Soon enough they’re all sitting; Cole and Hanzo on a massive couch and Mako on an even larger armchair that must have absolutely been custom made. Genji, after a moment of indecision, plants his little ass on the armrest. From what Cassidy can tell, Mako is pleasantly surprised by that, his meaty arm slowly curling around Genji’s waist.

“So… here we are,” Cassidy drawls. He throws his arms along the backrest of the couch, watching Mako and Genji from beneath heavy eyelids. “Thanks again for taking in the other stray I found.”

Mako grunts. His palm is on Genji’s thigh. Everything about him dwarfs the other man. Genji’s eyes look a little glistening and feverish and like he isn’t even aware of their surroundings anymore. He’s pressing himself into Rutledge’s side.

As far as Cole is aware, he’s already fantasizing about the meaty cock that’s waiting for him.

“You weren’t followed?” Mako questions.

“Not that I know of. But better safe than sorry.”

Mako nods curtly and lightly turns his head, his small, dark eyes staring at Genji as he tells him: “You’ll stay inside for the foreseeable future. Don’t want trouble coming my way.”

“Oh I’ll stay inside all you want, big guy,” Genji croons. He’s shifting around, draping himself against Mako’s side and throwing his arm over his massive stomach. He looks like a kid asking Santa Claus for a present this year. “If you give me what I want, I don’t think I’ll even be able to go outside, yeah?”

Cassidy slowly grins, jerking his head toward Genji as he drawls: “Think trouble already found ya alright, buddy.”

Mako doesn’t reply to any of this. He still has his hand on Genji’s thigh, just sitting there like a King on a throne… or more likely a statue of a King. He might be thinking a lot of thoughts – or nothing at all.

Cole hasn’t quite figured him out still in all these years. All he knows for sure is not to underestimate this man.

Finally, Mako shifts a little. As he does so, his meaty sausage fingers curl around Genji’s leg and grip it, thumb brushing back and forth over his hip. If Cole were to hazard a guess, Rutledge would probably be able to snap Genji’s bone in two without breaking out a sweat. Genji seems to think so too but instead of getting intimidated, he just flushes darker and his face becomes shiny with sweat.

Eager. That’s what those two brothers got in common. They’re both eager little sluts in their own rights.

“Where’re you two goin’ now?” Mako asks, eying Hanzo. Is he thinking about the time he had that slut on his knees sucking his beer can dick? His face does not give any clues.

Cole’s grin widens and becomes a bit sharper. He slides an arm off the back of the couch and around Hanzo’s shoulders, pulling him in close to his body.

“We’re gonna celebrate a mission accomplished by going on our honeymoon. Got a lot of stuff planned with this one.”

The brothers don’t say anything about it all. They just quietly stare at each other across the room.

#cyberratting writes stuff #hanzo/cassidy #roadhog/genji #trucker au

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phasmattack · 1 year

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Visitors (a 65 story) Chapter 4: Beginnings

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Pairing: Captain Mills x Fem Reader

Fic Summary: 65 million years ago, Captain Mills (played by Adam Driver) crashes a passenger transport ship into Earth during the Cretaceous period. You are among three survivors of the crash. Together with Mills, you must make your way to the only shot of extraction through an unknown terrain riddled with deadly prehistoric creatures.

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Mills

Ammo, rations, click bombs, medpacks, water jugs, perimeter spikes, rope, navigational unit. Mills mentally checks the boxes as he shoves the necessities into his large canvas pack and a few of the lighter goods into a smaller pack for you. He lifts the weapon off its charging stand, checking that the sensor reads a full charge. Slinging it onto his shoulder, he returns to the cockpit a final time to issue an updated (and far less bleak) message to the potential rescue crew.

“This is Commander Mills of Charter 373. I’ve located two survivors; a child and…” he pauses, glancing over his shoulder to see you sitting cross legged on the ground with Koa, trying to coax her into eating a ration, “and a woman. They’re uninjured. The atmosphere here is breathable, but the land seems to be difficult to traverse and full of hostiles. I will be escorting them to the crash site of our escape pod to meet at your coordinates.”

He puts down the communicator, and walks up to you and Koa. You stand and he hands you the smaller pack. Koa stays seated, so he sighs and squats down to her level.

“Koa,” He tells her, “I need you to listen to me. You understand? Listen?” He points to his ear. She nods.

“There’s something alien out there,” He meets your eyes, “something dangerous.”

He watches you shudder, smoothing down the goosebumps on your arms, and based on Koa’s reaction he figures she gets the gist.

“We need to be quiet,” He puts a finger to his lips, and Koa repeats the gesture, “and move.” He motions a flat hand sideways, and she does the same. Mills nods to her, searching her innocent eyes for any hesitation. He offers her a hand and she accepts, using him as leverage to stand.

“You ready?” He turns to face you. Your hand adjusts the strap of the pack slung across your back.

“Ready.” You return confidently, with a small shake in your voice. He gestures for Koa to depart down the ramp first, with you closely following. As you pass him his eyes drop to your new attire.

“Are-” He stutters, trying to make sense of this confusing feeling, “are those my pants?”

“Ah, yeah…” You answer, a tinge of blush spreading up your neck and to your cheeks, “mine were pretty tattered, I hope that’s okay?”

He opens his mouth to reply but before he can speak you slip in, “I-I’m sorry. I should’ve asked. I can go change out of them quick!”

“No!” He tries to cover the unintended force of his voice with an awkward cough, “No. It’s fine.”

“Okay.” Your face grows a deeper shade of red before you quickly turn and follow Koa down the ramp. A small smile creeps onto his face that he has to force off, reminding himself that this is an inappropriate time for these thoughts.

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The humidity of the forest was unexpected, sweat beads down Mills’s forehead and pools on his lower back as he clears a path for your group and carefully eyes your surroundings. You’re making good time, his navigational unit read that the escape pod was 15 kilometers north and you’ve already cleared 2 kilometers, only stopping once for water.

He swats a hand around his head as he pushes through a swarm of insects, clapping one against the back of his neck when he feels a bite. His hand returns covered in stringy guts and slime, earning a gagging sound from you and a melodic laugh from Koa. He grins, turning on his heel and holding his hand out like a zombie towards Koa.

She shrieks with laughter and darts away from him, hitting the deck and hiding behind your legs.

“Oh no you don’t” You giggle, separating your legs to reveal her hiding place. He crawls between them and chases her away with the threat of his filthy hand, bucking you up onto his back in the process. You squeal in surprise, arms flailing as you slide back down to your feet.

His arms go flailing too when he trips over a well concealed root and lands smack on his back. This turns Koa’s giggles into a roar of laughter. He shoots her a dirty look but hints a smile while he scrapes his sticky hand against the root.

The small moment of normalcy is interrupted by the desperate screech of an animal, like a high pitched cry for help. You all freeze, and Koa mutters something unintelligible before darting away from you and Mills and towards the bellowing creature.

“Koa!” You yell to her as Mills echoes, “Stop!”

He jumps to his feet and goes flying after her, jumping over roots and shoving through brush, with you right behind. He rounds a tree after Koa and finds her kneeling before a pit of some sort of tar-like substance that has trapped a young creature. It’s the size of a large dog, with a hard armored shell and small tusks. Koa cries out as she grips the animal, using all her strength to pull him free of the tar.

“Koa,” Mills warns, crashing to his knees, “This is not a good idea.”

He glances around instinctively looking for the creature’s mother, and watches as you join Koa’s side and help her yank on the animal.

“Mills!” You plead.

He swears and grabs onto the creature’s rear, giving it one final boost out of the pit. You all collapse, out of breath. Koa claps her hands in celebration and watches the young beast stomp away unharmed. Mills shakes his head and meets your eyes, giving you a questioning look. You just shrug in reply.

The sharp roars of several predators echo as they burst from the bushes, attacking the newly freed young animal. Mills is thrown into action and grabs Koa by the stomach, pulling her against a tree and throwing a hand over her mouth as she sobs in terror. He clamps his hand to muffle her cries. He holds back the urge to yell for you, his breath catching until he spots you behind another tree on the other side of the carnage. Your frightened eyes meet his and you scoot further behind the tree.

Satisfied from their hunt, the predatory creatures become more interested in the sound of crunched leaves from behind your tree. Mills weighs his options as he sees them creep towards your hiding place. He could make some kind of distraction, but that would put Koa at risk. He could leave her against this tree and pray she doesn’t make a squeak while he defends you, surprising the creatures. His chest heaves and his mind races, time to make a decision coming to an end as they inch closer to discovering you there, defenseless. He makes a move to stand, Koa gripping against him, when the deafening cry of an desperate mother searching for her child spooks the pack of predators enough to chase them off. They run, dragging away their prize meal.

As soon as the coast is clear, Mills stumbles over himself running in your direction with Koa in tow. When he reaches you, you’re steadying yourself on the tree with a hand on your chest trying to slow your heart.

“Are you okay?” He pants, eyes darting all over you looking for injuries.

“I’m okay,” You promise, giving a weak smile to reassure him. He clears his throat, reaching back to pull Koa towards him. He holds her face in his hands, wiping away stray tears with his thumbs.

“You HAVE to listen to me,” He begs her, “do you understand?!”

She sniffles, “ah-ti la kay.”

Mills takes that as a yes. He turns around and scoops her onto his back, ensuring that she won’t be dashing off anytime soon. He looks at you, silently asking if you’re ready to continue on. You take a deep breath and put one foot in front of the other.

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Mills falls in step behind you, his footprints dwarfing yours as he follows your trail. Stopping every now and then to relocate the signal, you both forge ahead with much higher levels of caution. Koa is asleep atop Mill’s back, and after hours of carrying her he’s grown so used to the extra weight he doesn’t even notice it.

“I’m sorry I had to lie to her.” He speaks, the first words between you since picking up your journey. He keeps replaying your look of surprise at him, hinted with disappointment, when he told Koa her parents were at the mountain’s peak.

“It’s complicated.” You reassure him, “She’ll thank you one day.”

“Even if she could understand me, I’m not sure I would’ve had the heart to tell her.” He admits, “How do I explain to a kid that she’s just become an orphan?”

“Don’t be too hard on yourself. You’re saving her life.”

He pauses. “Did you have anyone? In the crash?”

You shake your head. “No. I was traveling alone.”

He’s silent, leaving you an opportunity to explain without prying.

“I-” You hesitate, clearly choosing words carefully, “I was leaving. Starting a new job, a new life. I wanted to start over.”

“Can’t get a fresher start than halfway across the galaxy.” He jokes, gauging your reaction. You chuckle. “My thoughts exactly.”

During this short conversation you’ve fallen back from walking ahead of Mills to beside him. He watches you as you say, “I saw a picture back on the ship of your daughter. She’s beautiful.”

He visibly stiffens, eyes glazing over. “Yeah. Yeah she is.”

You seem to cringe to yourself for tapping on such a sensitive topic, and he mentally kicks himself for coldly cutting the conversation short because of it. It’s just that he hasn’t spoken about Nevine to anyone since starting this job almost two years ago. He usually prefers not to even dwell on her in his own mind.

As if slicing through the tension, the navigational unit beeps twice and warns ‘SIGNAL LOST’. You both come to a stop as Mills rips it off his pack and presses buttons, trying to reset the signal. The unit buzzes in response, and repeats ‘SIGNAL LOST’.

“Damn it.” He huffs, smacking his palm against the unit. Unsurprisingly, this does nothing to help. He squints up at the thick treeline above you.

“I’ve gotta get higher ground. Stay here.” He instructs, slinging off his pack and weapon and handing both to you. He tucks the navigational unit in his pocket and wipes his hands on his pants, readying himself to scale one of the massive trees. He climbs branch by branch, testing the sturdiness of each with a foot before committing his weight to it. He constantly peers down at you and Koa to check on you, and when he’s satisfied you’re not in imminent danger he pulls himself up another foot.

Small branches scrape his skin as he pushes through the treeline, giving himself a clear view of the mountain to the north. He’s relieved to see that you’ve made some progress, the escape pod is finally in his line of sight. He hooks a hand into a crook in the tree to hold himself while his other hand digs out the unit from his pocket. Flipping it open, he scans the pod in the distance. ‘SIGNAL ACQUIRED’ it beeps. Mills breathes a sigh of relief.

As he moves to close the unit, it beeps another message ‘IRREGULARITY DETECTED’.

“What the hell?” He zooms the screen out, following the red line until it leads him to a large body of rock in the distant sky. That’s gotta be part of the asteroid belt that took out the ship. The rock is too distant for him to scan the path of, so he makes a mental note to check it again later. Flipping the navigational unit closed, he slips it back in his pocket and shifts his weight to begin climbing down.

He feels a strange sensation when he removes his hand from the crook of the tree and looks up to see his hand covered in what looks to be spiders on steroids. Mills jolts, lifting his hand to shake them off as the sudden movement causes the branch he’s standing on to snap. He yells, clawing at the trunk of the tree to find any spot to grip but he’s unsuccessful. Mills careens down further and further, snapping branch by branch on his fall until his body slams, the sounds of bones cracking and a powerful thud as he lands right in front where you sit waiting for him.

Chapter 5

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