#i don’t know if it’s a him honestly i haven’t actually thought about that. hm.
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And while we’re at it your man’s eyes don’t even glow when his emotions overtake him signifying he is about to unleash incredible uncontrolled raw power. So yah,
#mine#pyreposting. sorry. sorry. sorry#i am so excited about him is all#i don’t know if it’s a him honestly i haven’t actually thought about that. hm.#ok to reblog of course
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ok, hear me out. so reader decides to try out the red nail theory and shows them to matt, and he freaking adores them, but adores the marks they leave on his back even more😏😏idk if you dont wanna thats completely fine, but i just got red nails for the holidays and all i can think about is scratching up matts back...
Say Thanks - Matt Sturniolo
warnings : smut, filthy matthew
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It’s been a while since I’ve gotten my nails done, and I so badly want to go get them done right now. However, bills exist and with my roommate moving out, everything’s been piled on top of me all at once. It’s stressful to say the least, but I just need to find my footing. It’s not that I can’t afford it, I just have a really bad spending habit, that I didn’t realize is an actual issue until a couple of weeks ago. I used to just work, pay my portion of the bills, save a bit of money, then blow the rest of it on whatever I wanted. Now, I just have to learn to budget.
Saying that, I’ve not really been going out of my way to splurge on things that make me feel good. I’ll get back to eventually, but unfortunately, I can’t afford to right now.
Despite knowing that I should focus on getting my money right, I can’t help but look into my spare cash, crossing my fingers in hopes that I have enough. Before I can even begin counting, my phone flashes and vibrates, indicating I have a new notification.
Matt sent you $100 for your nails❣️.
My eyes widen, a gasp leaving my mouth as I read the words displayed on the screen. Immediately, I’m facetiming Matt.
“Hey.” He answers, instantly, a knowing grin on his lips.
“Don’t ‘hey’ me mister. Why did you just send me money?” I question, glaring at him through the screen.
“Hmm. I’m pretty sure I said it’s for your nails.” He answers, then continues, “You can say you don’t need it all you want, but I know how bad you’ve been wanting to get them done. And if you haven’t, then you just can’t right now. Which is why I wanna do it for you.”
“Matt-“
He cuts me off, “Y/N, shut up and accept my offering. Come over after you get them done?”
“Fine.” I sigh, giving in.
“Great, I can’t wait to see them. Maybe then you can show me just how thankful you are.” He suggests, his lips wide with a smirk.
My jaw drops at his proposal, completely bewildered at his comment, the underlying meaning far from missed. I can’t help but bite my lip as I look away from the screen, my skin ultimately flushing.
“I already scheduled your appointment with Analysse. She’ll be there in fifteen. I expect to see you no later than an hour and a half.” He informs me.
“Yes sir.” I say, unable to prevent the smile that pulls itself to my lips. “Thanks, Matty.”
“Of course, doll. I’ll see you soon.”
With that, we hang up and I’m left to sit in my puddle of confusion and eagerness. Matt and I are only friends. There’s always times where we’re flirty and we’ve always been close, physical touch being our love language. However, his actions and statements today threw me for a loop. I’m sure I’m not misinterpreting it, he seemed very suggestive. Honestly, I don’t even mind that, I just don’t know if he’s only messing with me or if he’s serious. I guess I’ll find out soon enough.
“Hey babe, how are you doing?” Analysse greets me, unpacking her supplies.
“I’ve been good, just learning to adjust to new things. How have you been? I feel like it’s been ages since I last seen you.” I reply, sitting on the opposite side of the desk.
“I know! It’s been so long! I’ve been great though. Just living life and doing what I love.” She nods, a smile blossoming on her face.
“That’s amazing, I’m glad to hear.”
“Thank you. So, what are we thinking?” She asks me, all her supplies laid out in front of us.
“Probably just a simple red, maybe like medium length. Hm, not too long but long enough to leave marks.” I explain, smirking at the thought of digging my nails into Matt’s back.
“Ouu, okay.” She giggles, grabbing my hands to prep my nails. “So, are we talking about Matt? I mean, he is the one that reached out to me to book this appointment for you.”
I can’t help the warmth that rushes to my cheeks, “Yeah, I’ve been wanting to get my nails done again. Life just hasn’t been working in my favor.” She nods in understandment, listening to me rant. “Let’s just say, he’s got me thinking about a lot.”
Her mouth opens, laughter pouring out of it, “Oh, I get you. We’ve all had one of those.”
We continue talking and sharing stories as she does my nails. The conversation goes from boys, to makeup, to careers, to food, and just about everything under the sun. Once she’s done, I pay and tip her, and bid her on her way.
Since I still have some time before I have to be over at Matt’s, I decide to take a shower to freshen up. Seeing as I really only had around an extra thirty minutes, I decide to make it quick. I swiftly wash up and rinse off, hurrying out to dry off and get dressed. After applying deodorant and lotion, I slip on my shoes and grab my phone and keys, then I’m out the door.
It only takes me eight minutes to get to Matt’s house, so when I arrive, I’m eagerly making my way inside. We’ve been friends for eons, hence why I have my own key. Upon walking in, I instantly make my way upstairs and head back to his room. As soon as I open his door, his attention is on me.
“You’re late.” He states, his voice stern.
“Only by four minutes.” I shrug, joining him on his bed.
“Four minutes is still late.” He points out, raising an eyebrow at me.
“Won’t happen again, I promise.” I grin, tossing my hands up in defense.
He doesn’t say anything, only smirks as he grabs my hands to observe the nails he paid for. He plays with my fingers, looking at each individual nail, as if inspecting to see if there were any flaws. They were perfect.
“I love them, they look good.” He tells me, his voice now husky.
I look from my hands to his face, his eyes already being on me. His hands never leave my own, his warm fingers brushing back and forth over mine. The intensity of his stare has me clenching my thighs together in need. I don’t knew where this is coming from, but I want him bad.
“They’d look even better wrapped around my cock.” He whispers, his voice deep and raspy, placing one of my hands on his lap.
Only then, did I notice the growing bulge beneath his pants. His cargos now restricting his hard on, keeping it caged in below the fabric. I could feel him pulsating through the clothing, his erection rock solid. My mouth opened and close, suddenly unable to find words to speak.
“Don’t you want to show me how grateful you are?” He taunts, his gaze unwavering.
“Did you have a favor in mind?” I ask, licking my lips as I attempt to swallow in hopes of lubricating my now dry throat.
“Mhm.” He hums, standing up from the bed. He stands directly in front of me, his hands slowly working his belt off. “I want your pretty little mouth around my cock.”
I could feel my underwear becoming more and more soaked, my arousal seeping out of my pussy, completely and utterly turned on. His hand reaches my chin, gripping my jaw as he pulls me up from the bed, before dropping me to my knees. His thumb rubs against my lips before forcing itself in my mouth. I suck on it, my mouth immediately salivating from this situation I find myself in. He removes his thumb, dragging it down my bottom lip, letting it bounce back up as he moves to remove his shirt. I watch in awe, his lean torso flexing with every movement. Next, he unbuttons his pants. Once he pulls them and his boxers down, his dick slaps up, bouncing off of his lower abdomen. I’ve never been this intimate with Matt, meaning I’ve never seen his dick before, and boy was it something.
“Like what you see, pretty girl?” He teases, his hand engulfing his shaft and jerking it a couple of times. “Get over here and make me feel good until I say you can stop.”
I can’t help but frantically nod, instinctively scooting closer to him, eager to take his member into my mouth. One of his hands goes around my head, entangling in my hair, while the other one takes his dick and slaps it onto my lips, leaving drops of his precum behind. My tongue immediately flicks over my lips, taking the traces of him into my mouth, leaving him to toss his head back as a groan leaves his throat.
“Open.” He states, his hand pulling my jaw down.
As soon as my lips are parted wide enough, he’s shoving his entire length down my throat, pulling a gag from me. From his rough thrusts, my mouth is producing enough saliva to coat his dick, strings of spit connecting him to me once he pulls out. He then sets his tip on my lips, nodding at me to get to work, so I do.
My tongue swirls around his head, licking over his slit, causing him to tighten his grip in my hair and involuntarily buck his hips, his dick prodding at my mouth from the movement. I wrap my lips around him once more, my tongue continuously twirling around him, before taking as much as I could of him into my mouth, using my hands on the rest of him that wouldn’t fit. Peering up at him through my eyelashes, I see his brows furrowed in pleasure, his bottom lip held between his teeth.
“Fuck. You’re so pretty, doll.” He moans, running a hand across my cheek. “Sucking me so good, baby.”
I hum around his length, accepting his praise. Throaty moans continue to escape his mouth, encouraging me more as the desire in me burns hotter. I pull away from him completely, then take all of him in my mouth, deep throating him as much as I can without dying. His free hand wraps around my throat, making the feeling of his dick going down my throat all the more noticeable. He starts thrusting, matching my speed, his hips now sputtering as more lewd sounds come from his mouth.
He quickly pulls away, tugging me back by his grip on my hair. “Strip.”
I eagerly obliged, nerves building in my stomach, anticipating what’s to come. It didn’t take long for me to remove my outer clothing, leaving me in my bra and panties as his hungry eyes bore into me.
“Strip.” He repeats, his tone more demanding.
Without breaking eye contact, I reach back and unclasp my bra, letting it fall down my arms before falling to the floor with other clothes. The cool air hit my nipples, the buds hardening in response. I watch as Matt’s eyes follow my every move, soaking in every gesture. My fingers slip in the waistband of my panties, slowly tugging them downwards as I continue shimmying out of them, kicking them off my feet. Matt’s hand is now around his cock, stroking it as he watches me, intently.
“My turn.” He whispers, pulling me against him, skin to skin.
His mouth meets mine in a hot kiss, excitement bubbling between us. He walks me a few steps backwards, pushing me back on his bed and climbing on top of me. Our lips lap one another’s, before he’s shoving his tongue in my mouth, exploring behind my lips. We move together in such a hot and steamy way, his hands touching every part of me as my hands lace through his hair. His mouth then moves down my jaw, dragging open mouth kisses across my skin, leaving a trail saliva in his wake. My breathing was heavy, small whimpers coming through as he sucks and nibbles my sweet spot.
His hands then intertwine with mine, bringing my fingertips to his lips, pressing soft kisses against them. “I can’t wait to see the damage you do with these.”
He starts kissing down my chest, keeping his hands interlocked with mine. His mouth nips and bites at my skin, goosebumps spreading over me. He takes my nipple into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it, his teeth grazing over it, causing a sharp gasp like moan to come from my mouth. He moves on to the next one, repeating the same action. My legs squeeze shut, attempting to relieve the tension that keeps building and building with every little thing.
“Matt, please.” I whisper, attempting to grind against him for friction, to which he only presses his hands onto my hips to hold me in place.
“Shh, baby.” He mutters against my skin, lowering himself to my navel, his tongue leaving a stripe of spit.
His mouth meets my thighs, going back and forth between the two, peppering wet kisses all over them. His half lidded eyes meet mine, a smirk making its way to his face as he blew air onto my center, causing me to thrash beneath him. Instantly, his tongue is between my folds, pulling a loud moan from me as my hands return to his hair, tugging ever so slightly. He licks up and down my core, sucking all of my juices along the way. His tongue prods at my entrance, poking in and out, before he goes back up and wraps his lips around my clit.
“F-fuck, feels so good, Matty.” I whimper, thrusting my hips up for more.
His hands press down on my hips again, his grip now tight, holding me in place. His mouth continues lapping me, his tongue flicking every which way, bringing me closer to the edge. One of his hands leave my waist, his fingers meeting my heat. He slides them up and down, lubricating them before pressing two of them into my entrance. A loud moan falls from my mouth, my body jerking as he begins fucking me with his fingers. His mouth focuses on my clit, sucking with his warm tongue continuously flicking over it. His fingers pumping in and out of me, my arousal evident from the sounds emitting from my core and my mouth.
“I’m so close.” I moan out, pushing down into him.
Unfortunately, he pulls away, completely removing himself from me, a whine of desperation coming from my lips. He hovers back over me, his mouth pressing onto mine, my juices traveling from his mouth to mine as he kisses me hard.
“We’re gonna cum together, princess.” He says, one of his hands holding himself up as his other one rubs his dick up and down my folds.
I can’t help the gentle shaking of my thighs, my hole clenching around nothing as my eyes beg him to fuck me. Without words, he grants my wishes, slowly sinking his cock into me. Low moans escape both of our mouths as he bottoms out, my eyes closing in pleasure as he tosses his head back one again. My arms wrap around him, pulling him closer to me.
“I just knew you’d feel so good, baby.” He groans, his thrusts slow, yet hard. “So wet and warm, and tight around my cock.”
His thrusts remain slow, but not too slow, as he continues digging into me, hitting exactly where I need him.
“Oh, Matt.” I moan out, my face contorting in pure bliss as I drag my hands down his back.
He lets out more groans, enjoying everything about this moment. Instantly, I could feel the knot forming in the pit of my stomach, close to snapping from the building pressure. He picks up his pace, increasing the strength of his thrusts. His hand meets my center once again, rubbing tight circles onto my clit, ripping another moan from me.
“You look like a dream.” He moans out, his eyes never leaving mine. “I can see your close, baby.”
Words stuck in my throat, I’m left nodding my head, nothing but incoherent sounds coming from my mouth as I dig my nails into his back. His lips slam onto mine, bringing me into a passionate kiss, swallowing every noise that emits from me. His tongue roams my mouth again, quickly and eagerly, as if he can’t get enough. As he pulls away, he drags my bottom lip out in between his teeth.
“Cum with me, doll.” He groans, his finger on my clit applying more pressure.
And just like that, the knot snapped, unraveling, and I was letting go all over him, eliciting pornographic moans from my mouth. He followed seconds after, his dick twitching inside of me as his load spurts out. He continues pumping, fucking both of us through our orgasms, pushing our cum deeper into me with every thrust. Stilling for just a moment, he then slowly pulls out and lies beside me, both of our breaths erratic from the exertion.
“If this is what I get as a thank you, I’ll gladly pay for your nails every single time.” He chuckles, grinning over at me.
I laugh, rolling my eyes at him, pushing him away. He smirks, before starting to put his clothes back on, so that he could start us a shower. As soon as I catch glimpse of his back, a gasp leaves my mouth, causing him to turn around with raised eyebrows.
“What?” He asks, expectantly.
“Your back is fucked.” I laugh, covering my mouth, grabbing his phone from the nightstand.
I motion for him to turn around so that I can take a picture. Once I do, he grabs his phone from me and smirks at the picture, pleased with the aftermath of our moment together. He does some typing on his phone before tossing it back down and leaving the room. I pick his phone back up and see that he made a new post on snapchat.
After clicking on it, my mouth dropped, “Matt!”
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a/n : here ya go! sorry for the delay, i’ve been lacking inspiration and motivation. i hope you enjoy it, and apologies if this isn’t what you had in mind. send in more reqs pls, love you 🫶🏼
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MOTHERR!!
I have a raging NEED for brat reader. Honestly just tiny things that reader thinks nothing of but miggy (miguel) is actually keeping tabs and when reader gets to a certain number or just does something to piss miggy off you get a punishment 🤭
brat tamer! miguel x bratty! reader smut
word count: 2.17k
TW: spanking, punishment, NSFW, smut under cut, possessiveness (???), use of ‘girl’ and ‘pussy’, y/n is a bratty icon
A/N: can u notice i got a bit carried away? happy kinktober!
Miguel wasn’t a pussy. You knew that for sure. He never backed down on anything, whether that be a bet, or a dare, or a fight, or even his girlfriend.
He knew having a girlfriend like you would be a challenge for him, and to be honest, he liked a challenge. being a man of his age, he didn’t do too well with easy girls. Girls who would do anything for Miguel. That gave him the ice, thinking of a girl willingly doing what Miguel wanted. No. He didn’t want that.
He wanted a girl that could bite back. A girl that could tease, and whine, but make it look good. he realised that when he met you.
You, who would go out of your way just to make a snarky comment towards Miguel, you whine when he puts you on a particular mission with a spider totem you didn’t like. You, who would roll your eyes when he told you to bend over, or when you would scoff and even laugh at him after he told you to behave.
But, at the end of the day, what he loved most, was every time he told you to do something, you would end up doing it at the end. He liked that. Knowing that he was the only one you would actually listen to. He felt powerful, knowing that such a pretty thing like you would always end up falling under his little traps.
That was until today.
it all started in the morning, when you were latching onto him like a koala as he got ready. ‘Don’t go today miggy, can’t we just stay home?~’ you whined, causing Miguel to sigh. ‘We can’t, hermosa. The multiverse is in da-‘ ‘my pussy is in danger!!’ you whined, causing miguel to raise an eyebrow. ‘How can your pussy be in danger?’ He asked, you smirked. ‘negligence.’ You said, as he scoffed. ‘We had sex less then 9 hours ago-‘ ‘that doesn’t matter!! Please miggy~’ he ended up having to drag you off him and took you to work himself that day.
But oh, it didn’t stop there. All day, you would find pets and small excuses to go into Miguel’s office to burden him. First you came in for paperwork, then to give more paperwork, then you came in to remind him lunch was soon, then you came in again to report an anomaly. Miguel knew what you were doing. I mean, you could easily call him or put the paperwork into holographic paper so he could access it easier. He knew you only came in to see him. he was tempted, truly, but he had a job to do.
‘Here again, hermosa? I might have to disconnect Lyla and make you my PA.’ he said, turning around to you, as Lyla appeared, scoffing in an over-dramatic manner. You just chuckled. ‘I could never replace someone as perfect as you Lyla.’ You said, as Lyla smiled, disappearing. ‘What are you doing here again exactly?’ Miguel asked, raising an eyebrow.
‘Well, you’re a smart guy miggy, I’m sure you know I just wanna see you!’ You said, Miguel sighed.
‘Sweetheart, you’ve been nagging me all day.’ He said, as you smirked. ‘I haven’t heard any complaints.’ ‘Well now you are.’ He said, sighing and putting his hands on your cheeks. ‘As much as I love you and your persistence, I can’t today. How about later, hm?’ He tried to compromise, which made you even more frustrated. ‘Later? ..hm. fine. I’ll wait later.’ You said, walking out and shutting the door. i’ll show you later. you thought, smirking and going into the cafeteria for lunch.
By 3pm in Nueva York, it was the prime of lunch in the spider HQ cafeteria. Miguel walked in, off to order something to help his growling belly, when he stopped and noticed you with hobie brown. You were touchy with Hobie, hand on his arm and sometimes even on his leg, giggling and talking away to him. You looked over to Miguel, smirking maliciously as you continued.
He knew what you were doing. You were trying to make him riled up. And it was fucking working. Lyla suddenly appeared beside Miguel. ‘Miguel, your heart rate’s sped up. Are you-‘ ‘I’m fine, Lyla. Help out spider-byte or something.’ He said frustratedly, walking over to you and Hobie.
‘Oh hi sweetheart! You don’t look too good..’ You teased, Miguel smirked bitterly. ‘I’m fine. How’s work?’ He said, as you smiled widely. ‘Oh it’s going great! Me and hobie have been bonding really good!’ You said, smiling. You could see Miguel’s jaw move, signifying his fangs have extended. You knew Miguel well enough to know he was fuming. Lyla appeared again.
‘Sir your heart ra-‘ ‘Lyla leave. Now.’ He said, as Lyla nodded, rolling her AI eyes as she disappeared. Hobie raised an eyebrow. ‘Are you alright mate? You don’t seem a-‘ ‘I’m fine.’ He said, looking at you. ‘I’ll see you at home, yes?’ He asked, eyes narrowing.
You smirked. ‘I dunno, me and hobie were talking about hitting the club toget-‘ ‘the club?’ He cut you off. You smiled ‘innocently’. ‘Mhm!’ you replied, Miguel smirked bitterly. ‘How about we have a nice little ‘chat’ huh honey?’ He said, as you smiled, standing up. ‘Mm no, I don’t think so. how about later, hm?’ you said, quoting what Miguel said before. He raised a brow. ‘You sure you wanna do take road?’ He warned, as you smiled warmly. ‘I’ve gotta go refill my drink. Talk to you later?’ You said, as he sighed, holding your arm lightly, but enough to pull you closer to him, his mouth next to your ear. ‘My office. 5 minutes.’ Was all he said, before walking away. Suddenly, he was hungry for something else.
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As you walked in, you made sure to lock the door. You walked up to Miguel’s platform, his back facing towards you. You looked at his muscles, biting your lower lip as you remember the countless of times you would scratch that perfect back of his, as he made you scream of ecstasy.
‘Lyla, do not disturb until I turn you back on.’ He said, his voice in a low growl. Lyla nodded. ‘Yes captain!’ the AI said, wearing a sailor suit before disappearing.
You took in a deep breath, considering to apologise. fuck no, you thought. You got this far, might as well seal the punishment, right?
‘There a problem, sweetheart?’ You teased, putting your hand on his shoulder, massaging it. ‘You look tense..’ You whispered in his ear, as he took in a deep breath, turning around, looking at you. His eyes were hazy, filled with lust and desire. You tilted your head innocently.
‘Bend over the desk.’ He said in a low growl. You smirked. ‘Or what?’you teased even more. he tilted his head up, not taking his eyes off of you. ‘Don’t make me ask again, pretty girl.’ He said firmly. You just scoffed, doing as he said. You bent down, arching your back. He lifted your skirt up swiftly. ‘Safe word?’ He asked, as you rolled your eyes. ‘red. Now are you gonna be a little bitch and stand there or-‘ you got cut off by a large spank on your ass, as you gasped loudly, your hands holding onto the desk. ‘Count for me, princess.’ He teased, as you bit your lower lip. ‘Fuck y-‘ spank! ‘a-ah okay f-fine!! t-two..’ You said breathlessly, as he smirked. ‘You’re learning.’
spank! ’f-fuck! Three..’ You panted, your ass burning from the sensation of Miguel’s hands hitting it with such force. That’s another thing you love about Miguel. How he could punish you but you could still enjoy it.
’T-twenty!! Please.. p-lease Mig..’ You panted breathlessly. He rubbed your sore ass now, leaning closer to your ear. ‘Have you learned?’ He whispered, as you nodded quickly. ‘I-i’ll be good.. I’ll be so good for you..’ you whispered, as he sighed. ‘ah.. there she is.’ He whispered, his fingers going down towards your slit. ‘Just had to show you who’s boss again, hm?’ He teased, putting in one finger, causing you to gasp, trying to lean your head up, as he pushed it back down with his other hand. ‘Head down, hermosa.’ He said, as you whined a little. ‘You ready for another finger?’ He asked, as you nodded. ‘Y-yes just put it in already..’ You whined, as he smirked, waiting for it.
‘..please.’ you said eventually, as he chuckled, putting another finger in, causing you to hold onto the desk again, gasping in the burning pleasure. ‘Just have to fuck you dumb on my fingers to get you to listen, hm? You like it when you’re full of me?’ He teased, playing with your hair as he leaned to your ear again, placing sloppy kisses on your neck. You nodded. ‘y-yes.. you know I do mig..’ you whispered, as he smirked, going up to your ear once again. ‘Just wait till you’re full of my cock again. You think you can handle it?’ He asked, as you moaned loudly as he pumped his fingers deeper inside you. He smiled softly. ‘Silly question, I know you can handle me. You do it every time like the big girl you are, right?’ He asked, as you moaned breathlessly. He pulled his fingers out of you. ‘That was a question, love.’ He whispered, as you nodded. ‘Y-yes! I-i can take it.. i take it every time, you know I do..!’ you whined, as he smirked, looking at your lust-filled expression on your face.
Your cheeks were flushed, your mouth slightly agape as you panted, your hair messy and eyes half lidded. miguel could feel himself twitch in his pants. He put his two fingers in his mouth, licking them clean as he used his other hand to unbuckle his pants.
‘You ready?’ He whispered to you, as you nodded. ‘words.’ He said, as you looked up at Miguel through your lashes. ‘Just put it in you teasing fucke-‘ you got cut off by a loud moan, as he put his thick tip inside of your pussy. He smirked, watching all the frustration and fight fall out of your face. You bit your lower lip, whimpering. No matter how many times you two fucked, nothing could ever prepare you for the feeling of his cock inside you.
‘Where’s all that brattiness gone, hm?’ He asked, slowly sliding in inside you, letting out a quiet groan. ‘I could’ve sworn you were telling me about hobie brown just a few minutes ago..’ He teased, as you gasped, moaning. ‘H-he could never fill me like you can miggy.. o-only your girl..’ You reassured breathlessly, as he chuckled, leaning closer to your ear. ‘I know baby, I know. Only dumb for my cock, right?’ He cooed, as you nodded before gasping once again as he started pushing in and out. He held your hips in place, as you fell back onto the desk, your back arching into him, causing him to hit all the deep spots inside you. You were a moaning mess, as he watched as his pretty little brat fell apart on his cock. He felt his pride and lust coming out as he held onto her hair lightly. ‘Like it, hermosa? Like being fucked dumb, all you needed was a good dick down to shut up that filthy mouth of yours?’ He teased, as you were practically incoherent. You nodded mindlessly, as he smiled softly, chuckling in your ear. ‘Cant even hear a word I’m saying, can you? Only thinking about how close you are.’ He mocked, as you moaned again, tears spilling from your eyes as his pace sped up.
‘C-close!’ You said a few minutes later, holding onto the desk for dear life as Miguel drilled himself into you. ‘Yeah I know baby, can feel you tightening around me, you wanna cum? Hm?’ He asked, as you nodded. ‘Yes! please.. p-lease I’ll be a good girl.. I-i’ll be your good girl just please..’ You babbled, as Miguel just chuckled, shutting you up by putting his fingers in your mouth. ‘Talking too much, honey.’ He teased, as you moaned through his fingers. He felt your walls clamp around him, signalling your near. He sped up, chasing his own high as well as yours.
Soon enough, you came undone. You moaned loudly, eyes rolled back as you hit your euphoria, your walls spasming around Miguel causing his high to crash too. He grunted deeply, as he continued to thrust his load inside you. you felt his cum deep inside you, as you came back from your high, Miguel panting, giving you one last hard thrust as he finished.
He pulled out slowly, grunting quietly as he moved your jaw to look at him. Your face had that pretty blissed out expression, the one you usually got when you had been fucked dumb. good. Maybe that’ll teach you a lesson next time.
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Garden of Secrets - Extra Scene 3
Married.
He was married now.
Benedict hadn’t stopped pacing in the room ever since he and Charlie had got there in order to get away from the chaos of the hundreds of guests his family had apparently decided to invite to the wedding breakfast. Judging by the way his wife of two hours had walked away from him the moment they had reached the house-
His wife.
Jesus Christ.
He still couldn’t believe they were actually married. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on, and when he first saw her walk down the aisle, he was quite certain that this was a dream.
Now he understood how Paris felt in the presence of Helen.
Or how mere mortals felt in the presence of Venus, for that matter.
“She—she married me,” Benedict said and Charlotte absentmindedly turned a page in his sketch book, barely casting him a glance. If it were any other time, he would have asked her opinion on his latest sketches but now—
Now he couldn’t even bring himself to worry about whether his sketches looked good or not.
“I know Benny,” she said. “I was there, as the maid of honor.”
“I’m a married man now.”
“Yes you are.”
“To her.”
“Mm hm.”
Dear God, it felt as if the room was getting warmer by the second. His hand shot up to loosen his cravat a little and he took a deep breath.
“I don’t know the first thing about being a good husband, how did I—” he pointed at the door. “Goddamn Anthony was supposed to marry first, not me!”
Charlotte looked up from the sketchbook and thought for a moment, then shrugged her shoulders.
“He will when he falls in love,” she said, crossing her legs as she laid on her back, holding the sketchbook up so that she could see the pages while lying down on the sofa. “Why are you panicking?”
“I’m not!”
“Yes you are—aw Benny! You sketched her!”
Benedict pressed his palms on his eyes, then dropped his hands.
“Charlie.”
“Yes?”
“What if I turn out to be a terrible husband?”
Charlotte lowered the sketchbook to shoot him a glance.
“I don’t really know much about terrible husbands,” she said. “I haven’t seen or heard about what they do.”
“And you will not,” Benedict said. “Your future husband has to talk to me after your father.”
Charlotte shrugged her shoulders again. “I’ll make sure to let him know,” she said airily and smiled when she turned the page. “Has she seen these?”
Benedict swallowed thickly and shook his head. “No.”
“You should show her!”
“…Yeah maybe later.”
“I think she’d like it,” Charlotte said. “I mean look at all this, it’s like—"
“Charlie,” Benedict cut her off. “I mean it. What if I’m a terrible husband and she hates me?”
Charlotte rolled her eyes and sat up in the sofa. “She could never hate you Benny, you two are in love!”
Benedict’s heart skipped a beat as guilt washed over him just like it did every time he had to lie to Charlotte. He knew he had to, Anthony had given him an earful when he had figured out he hadn’t told Charlotte the story about his sudden engagement but…
He couldn’t find it in him to break Charlotte’s heart with it.
“Yeah,” he managed to say. “We are but— what if she wasn’t?”
“What if she wasn’t in love with you?” Charlotte scoffed a laugh. “Well then she wouldn’t have married you, easy as that.”
Right.
It was supposed to be as easy as that for sure.
“I honestly don’t understand why you’re so stressed about this,” Charlotte said. “You love her, do you not?”
“Of course I love her,” he said, without even a second of hesitation and Charlotte motioned at him.
“There you go.”
Truth to be told, Benedict could hardly believe there was a time when he wasn’t in love with her, when he had no idea of her existence. It was as if his whole life before her was a waste; or merely the waiting process until meeting her.
It felt absurd, really. All this time he had read about love, tried to paint it, tried to understand it while she was right there, hidden away from his gaze until just a couple of months ago.
And he still couldn’t tell whether she loved him, or whether she would love him. It was nearly torment as she told him it would be, yet he still couldn’t help but hope...
That she would love him.
He was no fool, he could see that the desire was there. Even before their kiss in the garden or their first dance; it had been there for a while. That fire he was feeling whenever he so much as looked at her or inhaled her scent or touched her hand, even in those stolen moments where her glare turned into a tentative softness—
But that wasn’t love.
And today something had changed.
At the chapel and even on the way back home, he could see that she was trembling and it had taken his all willpower not to hold her. She had more or less thrown herself out of the carriage as soon as it had stopped, and the message was clear as day. Benedict had a feeling that pushing her to talk would backfire terribly no matter how much he wanted otherwise, and he knew her well enough to know that she wasn’t going to tell him anything until she wanted to do so.
He had hoped she would at least start trusting him a little after saying their vows but so far, this whole day had proved him otherwise.
He ran his hand through his hair and let out a breath.
“Has she told you anything?” Benedict asked and Charlotte looked up from the sketches.
“Hm?”
“Has she told you anything today? Before the wedding or after?”
“Well I’ve barely had the chance to talk to her after the wedding because you dragged me here,” she reminded him. “And before…I don’t know, she was just nervous. Who wouldn’t be?”
“Right,” he said as he started pacing again. “I feel like I should’ve read books or something.”
“On what?”
“How to be a good husband, I’m sure some idiot somewhere wrote a manual about it.”
“I don’t think you need a manual.”
“It certainly feels like I need a manual,” Benedict said as he brushed a hand over his face. “Half of the time I can’t even tell what she’s thinking, and now we’re married and some day I will say the wrong thing or do something wrong on accident and will lose her forever—”
“Benny,” Charlotte cut him off. “Stop. Just answer me one thing.”
“What?”
“You’re in love with her, yes?”
“She’s the love of my life.”
“And you’d do anything for her?”
“Anything. I would die for her.”
Charlotte repressed a smile and tilted her head.
“And you want to make her happy?”
“There’s nothing I want more in life,” Benedict said and shook his head. “Everything else but her comes second.”
Charlotte thought for a moment and shrugged her shoulders.
“Sounds like something a good husband would say or think,” she stated. “I think you’ll do just fine, and you know how I’m always right about everything.”
Benedict felt a small smile pull at his lips. “Thanks Charlie.”
“Anytime,” she said with a grin and turned her head when someone knocked on the door.
“Ben?” Colin’s voice carried into the room before the door opened. “Lottie, hello. Ben you’re needed, come with me.”
Benedict heaved a sigh. “I greeted almost everyone downstairs—”
“It’s not the guests.”
Benedict pulled his brows together. “What? Who then?”
Colin cleared his throat and pointed back with his thumb. “Your wife just passed out.”
Benedict’s heart dropped, his breath getting caught in his throat and he stared at Colin for a moment before rushing past him out of the room with Charlotte following him suit.
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I seriously love your work and I’m so glad I caught your follower celebration in time!! May I please have jonquil and coriander with Captain Rex and F!Reader? Reader is a mechanic for the 501st? And Rex secretly loves her and carries her back to her quarters when she dozes off at her workstation in the hangar after long nights post-campaigns when she’s exhausted and is insanely curious about her tattoos that peek out from under her coveralls?
It's A Secret
Summary: You want Rex. Rex wants you. It takes a long night and a short conversation to make either of you do anything about it.
Pairing: Captain Rex x F!Reader
Word Count: 1619
Warnings: Smutty, though there's no actual detail
Prompts: Jonquil - you occupy my thoughts, Coriander - lust
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni
A/N: I hope this is okay! The actual smut didn't feel right for some reason, so I ended up deleting it. Sorry. 😔
You release an exhausted noise as you finish the last of the items on your list. As much as you enjoy your job, and as much as you appreciate the fact that you’re useful to the war effort, it’s still exhausting.
You end each day with aching muscles and an exhausted brain.
And while you’re glad for it, it makes it easy to sleep, you’re more than ready for the war to be over. Partly because you haven’t had a proper spa day in what feels like forever, but mostly because you’re worried for the boys you serve with, and you want them to take a break.
They deserve a break.
You stretch your arms over your head with a groan. All you have to do is clean up your mess and then you’re free for the night. Free to shower and crash.
Ugh, imagine having time for fun.
“Still hard at work, I see.”
You turn on your stool and beam at the man standing only a little bit away from you, “Captain! Welcome back.”
“Thanks,” Rex absently rolls his shoulder as he walks over to you, and you can’t help but marvel at how handsome he is. Sure, he looks like all of his brothers, but there’s something…regal about him.
It’s insanely attractive.
“Any word from up high on how much longer we’re going to be here?” You ask as you hop from your stool and start cleaning up, “I’m not sure how much longer the equipment is going to tolerate the muck.” You say with a scrunch of your nose.
Rex laughs quietly as he claims your abandoned stool, “The equipment or you, mesh’la?”
“Both!” You spin and point at him with a wrench, “The equipment is absorbing my bad vibes. I’m so tired of the muck!”
Rex laughs a little louder, “Sadly, we’re going to be here for a couple months more.”
“I deserve hazard pay.” You announce as you turn and throw your wrench into its place, and then walk back to your bench and organize some things that stay on your table.
“Mm, sure you do.”
You turn away from him and sigh at the mess that is the shelving. You really don’t have time to deal with this during the day, but it needs to be done. So you take a steadying breath, and pull your hair up off your neck into a knot, and you start to work.
Though, you pause when you hear Rex make a strangled noise.
“Something wrong?”
“Is that a tattoo on your neck?” Rex asks, his voice sounding odd.
“Hm? Oh, yeah. I have a bunch of them. Just, they’re normally hidden under my jumpsuit.” You flash a small grin at him, and then turn your back towards him.
“Huh. I didn’t know you had any.” Rex admits, and you turn back to look at him when you hear him get to his feet, “I should go make sure that Fives isn’t harassing Jesse too much. Don’t work too hard, Mesh’la.”
“Sure, sure.” You wave him off, “I have to finish this, though. So I’ll be here for a while.”
And then he’s gone, and you’re able to focus.
Honestly, you’d think that the other mechanics would know how to clean up after themselves.
It’s late. Late enough that even he should be asleep, but Rex is filled with a nervous energy that he can’t seem to shake.
Well. Not nervous. Not really.
His mind is locked on the flash of blue he caught a glimpse of on his mesh’la’s neck. He is insanely curious about what tattoos she has, and, honestly, the fact that she has tattoos at all only increases his attraction to her.
And he already fists his cock to the thought of her lips wrapped around him on a nightly basis.
Well.
Not just her lips.
In any event, he’s wound too tightly to actually get any sleep.
So here he is, wandering the ship, trying to get his mind off his mesh’la and her tattoos, and failing.
His feet bring him to the hanger, and then to the corner of the hanger where the maintenance team works. Sure, she won’t still be there, but being in her space might help him clear his mind.
Rex stops when he sees his mesh’la dozing at her workbench.
He should leave. He shouldn’t bother her. She works so hard-
He steps closer to her and brushes some loose hair off of her face. She shouldn’t be sleeping here, it’s not good for her back. He moves his hand to her shoulder, to shake her awake, when she mumbles something in her sleep and buries herself in her arms.
And Rex realizes that he can’t wake her up.
He knows where her room is, he could carry her to her room, but he doesn’t know the door code. He has no reason to know the door code. The medbay is an option, there are plenty of beds…but Kix’s head will explode if he brings someone there because he doesn’t want to wake her up.
The only other option is his bed.
He stamps down on the images flashing through his mind without really giving them a second thought. She’s tired, overworked, and needs someplace to sleep. He can sleep on the floor or at his desk or something.
Carefully he lifts her into his arms, and she whines before she rolls towards the warmth of his body.
Well…at least it’s late enough that no one is going to give him a hard time about this. Or her, for that matter.
Rex makes it back to his room in record time, and makes sure that the door is locked behind him, before he carefully settles his mesh’la on his bed. He removes her boots, and sets them next to the bed, and then he covers her with the blanket, and he steps away to sit at his desk.
He powers on his datapad and starts reading through some reports. It’s too bad that she never bothered to change out of her jumpsuit. He really is curious about her tattoos.
You stir when something wakes you up.
You’re curled around a pillow, though it’s not your pillow. It doesn’t smell like your shampoo, and you slowly realize that you’re not in your room. You blink at the bare wall in utter bafflement, and then you sit up.
“...Rex?”
He looks up from his datapad, and a small smile crosses his face, “Sorry, did I wake you?”
“...why am I in your room?” You ask, more confused than upset.
“You fell asleep at your workstation, and I didn’t want to leave you there. And it felt wrong waking you up.” Rex explains.
You glance at your chrono, 2 am “...have you been awake this whole time?”
“...I couldn’t sleep, so-”
You scramble out of the bed, “Rex! You need your sleep!”
“I wasn’t about to sleep in the same bed as you, mesh’la.” Rex points out.
“That’s very sweet, and very respectful, but Rex, I wouldn’t have cared.” You say as you walk over to him and pull him out of his chair, “You’re you.”
“...thank you?”
“I just meant. I trust you. I feel safe with you. I know you would never do anything.” You clarify.
“Ah.” Rex pauses, “That makes sense.” He lightly pulls his arm out of your hands, and sets his hand on your shoulder, “I would have to lay pretty close to you for us both to fit, mesh’la, practically on top of you.”
You release a frustrated noise, and stand on your toes to kiss the corner of his lips.
He blinks at you, surprised, and then something almost predatory slides through his gaze, “Mesh’la, I want to see your tattoos.” His hand slides to the zipper high at your neck, “Can I see them?”
You frown at him, you just kissed him and he wants to see your tattoos? That’s not at all how you wanted him to react. “Yeah, if you like.”
He eases the zipper all the way down, and then he pushes the rough material off your shoulders. You move to catch the top of your jumpsuit before it falls too far, but Rex is faster than you.
He catches your wrists and allows the material to fall around your feet. Rex brings your hands to his lips and he presses feather light kisses against the pads of your fingers, and you stare at him in awe.
“Rex-”
“Do you have any idea how much I want you?” Rex asks, his voice low and rough.
“...tell me.” You whisper up to him.
Rex’s hands slide up your arms, and then down your slides to lightly grip your hips. “Mm, I fist my cock to you every night.” He breathes out, his grip tight around your hips, “You’re always the first thing I think of when I wake up. I have dreams about burying my cock into you and fucking you into my bed until I’m the only thing on your brain.”
You slide your hands up his chest and then wrap your arms around his neck, “What else?”
He chuckles and he moves his lips to your neck, “Love the idea of marking you up. Making sure everyone knows that you’re spoken for.”
You release a breathless laugh, “Possessive.”
“Mm, maybe.” He nips at your neck, “I want you in my bed, pretty girl. Naked and wet and needy-” He trails off, dragging his lips from your neck to your ear, “What do you think?”
“Please.” You whisper up to him.
In the end, Rex wasn’t able to see your tattoos until morning as he was a little…distracted.
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If I Should Stay
I started out posting regularly, every 4 days. I’ve since lost all semblance of control. Hopefully I’ll regain at least a bit of it back soon.
Part 1 | . . . | Part 46 | Part 47 | Part 48
“Jesus fuck,” Steve breathes after it’s over and Eddie’s grabbed a cloth to wipe them down.
“There’s no Jesus here,” Eddie says, because he’s never met an intrusive thought he doesn’t at least try once.
Steve curls towards him, laughing into Eddie’s shoulder, and really, Eddie’s only human. He’s got Steve, naked and panting, this close to him. It’s not his fault if he gets a little… excited.
Steve notices, because of course he does, and raises an eyebrow at him. “Down, boy,” he jokes, and Eddie laughs as he turns onto his side, taking a moment to just look at Steve.
“How long did we know each other?”
Steve sighs. “Honestly? Only a few weeks, at most. We knew of each other before that, I was on the basketball team and you were very passionate about the balls in laundry baskets. And I know some of the guys gave you shit, which I’m sorry about. But you and I typically stayed out of each other’s ways.”
“And… you said we met because of Chrissy?”
Steve hums. “Yeah. She’d asked you about something stronger than weed, so you took her to your place, and that’s where Vecna got her. There’s nothing you could’ve done, and anyone with two brain cells knows you never would’ve killed anyone, but…”
“Trailer park trash is all they see,” Eddie nods. “And every cop in Indiana knows the name Al Munson. It’s not too surprising. Disappointing, but not surprising.”
Steve moves a hand up, covers one of Eddie’s with it. “Not this time,” he whispers. “I won’t let it happen.”
Eddie picks up the hand covering his and brings it to his mouth, dropping a kiss to the knuckles. He watches as Steve flushes pink. “Can I ask,” he says after a pause, “how you knew you liked me? If we’d only known each other a few weeks?”
Steve’s flush deepens. “It, uh. Kind of wasn’t just a few weeks, for me. I’d noticed you in school, but never knew what it meant. Then I met Robin, and there’s an entirely different story there—the Russians—but she’s how I realized that what I’d been thinking about hadn’t been entirely straight. And then you adopted Dustin into Hellfire. Actually, you adopted all of them, but Dustin was the most vocal. Kinda worshiped you. I got a little jealous. And then everything happened, and we met, and that’s when I kinda realized what all of it meant.” He suddenly frowns and pokes Eddie’s chest. “And hey, Lucas is on the basketball team, and you didn’t reschedule Hellfire so he could do both. That was a dick move, dude.”
Eddie giggles, because really, what the fuck is his life? “I apologize for my future self’s actions,” he says, lips twitching.
Steve chuckles too. “Sorry. I guess it’s not fair to be upset at you for something you haven’t even done yet.”
Eddie shrugs. “But I did do it. Or I will have. Fuck, this is complicated.”
Steve laughs. “What’s even more complicated is now that we’ve talked about it, you won’t do it.”
Eddie groans and buries his face in the pillow. “You’re breaking my brain.”
“Sorry,” Steve snorts, but he doesn’t sound sorry.
Eddie lifts a hand to flip him off. Steve grabs it and gently bites his middle finger.
Eddie slowly lifts his head to look at Steve, who’s staring at him with wide eyes. “What-”
“I don’t know.”
“What the fuck, dude.” Eddie starts laughing, and Steve joins in, shaking his head.
“I honestly don’t know. I didn’t even think. I guess maybe you’re rubbing off on me.”
Eddie grins at him. “That did happen, yes.”
Steve shoves him away and buries his own face in the pillow. “Shuddup,” he mutters.
Eddie chuckles again and scoots a little closer. “Steve?”
“Hm?” He lifts his face from the pillow. It’s a little bit red, and he has to blink a few times to focus, and Eddie thinks he’s beautiful.
“I’m glad we met. Even if it’s because of all of this.”
Steve gives him a small smile. “Me, too.” He yawns, then claps a hand over his mouth, mortified, as Eddie laughs and sits up.
“I think it’s bedtime for both of us,” he jokes. “Gonna be up bright and early tomorrow, right?”
Steve hums. “But if we don’t go to bed, then tomorrow will never come.”
Eddie shoots him a fond look as he tosses him a pair of sweatpants. “I wish that’s how it worked.”
Steve giggles. “Yeah. I’d just stay up every Sunday night until it’s Saturday again.”
Eddie nods. “You’d never have to go to school again.”
“Exactly.”
They share a laugh as they pull their pants on and Eddie gets back into bed before hesitating. “I guess I should’ve asked, is there- d’you, should I-”
“Stay,” Steve asks quietly, and Eddie smiles and pulls the covers up over both of them.
“Gladly.”
It’s silent for a moment before they both hear a sound coming from Steve’s room.
A scream.
El.
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Gender-Neutral Reader x Bottom Dan Heng
Helloooo welcome welcome to my second-ever fanfic. Here I have some stoic Dan Heng that becomes a completely different vulnerable version of himself in bed. Honestly, I’m still learning about his personality since so far in the game they don’t really show his true colors yet, but I tried my best to make it as close to the real Dan Heng as possible. Also trying a new dialogue style since I hate typing the blah said blah responded stuff. If you liked this fanfic and also play genshin impact plzzz check out my previous fanfic if you haven’t already; Gender-Neutral Reader x Tartaglia. If not that’s also okay *sulk* /j. Anyways that’s all, enjoy the fanfic!
KEYWORDS
Italic = thoughts
d/s = dick or strap
y/n = your name
You are a trailblazer who has traveled with the Astral Express for some time now. One thing you can never get used to on your expeditions, however, is your fellow trailblazer Dan Heng. His charm is unignorable. From his silky black hair to his piercing blue eyes, down to his mysterious personality, everything about him is something you admire.
You two are okay friends, you’ve even tried flirting with him a couple of times, it even got to the point where March tried to be your wing-woman, but he never seemed interested so you just decided to leave him alone and keep your feelings to him bottled up.
After one expedition, you were able to get your hands on some liquor as a souvenir. While Dan Heng and March were locked away in their rooms, you, Welt, and Himeko drank a few and talked about the expedition. Suddenly, the conversation shifted
Himeko: “Y/n, so what’s the situation between you and Dan Heng?”
You: “Hm? What do you mean?”
Welt: “I was wondering that too, you two always seem so close together. It sometimes seems like you two are in a relationship.”
You: “Haha, I wish. I don’t think he feels the same way back though…”
Himeko: “Actually, I’ve known Dan Heng for a while longer than you have, and from my observations, it looks like he really enjoys your company and likes you but he’s just too shy to show it back.”
You: “I’m not sure…”
Welt: “I agree with Himeko. Dan Heng has a tough exterior for everyone, which is hard to break, but he seems to want to show his soft spot for you. He just probably doesn’t know how to do it.”
By this time you feel yourself getting drunk and don’t know if you can handle such a personal conversation any longer.
You: “Well, thanks for the talk but I’m a little tired now and I think I’m going to bed.”
Both Himeko and Welt wish you goodnight. By now it’s time to mention that you and Dan Heng’s rooms are right next to each other (I don’t care if it’s lore accurate). So as you were walking to your room, you thought to yourself:
Could they be right? Could Dan Heng really like me back? After all this time??? Not possible… it was probably some dumb drunk old people talk trying to boost my self-esteem or something. Who knows… I’ll just go to bed and forget about it.
Except as you turn the door knob, you’re shocked to see that your room looks just like Dan Heng’s room, and Dan Heng is in here too.
Dan Heng: “Umm, you walked into the wrong room. I would tell you to knock next time but seeing as you’re pretty drunk I’ll let it slide as a mistake.”
You: “Ah… my bad.”
How embarrassing. However, this gave you an opportunity to finally ask Dan Heng if he liked you back, to be able to come to the final conclusion. Are you going to do it? Of course you are, because you are big and brave. So you close the door behind you for privacy as Dan Heng looks at you confused.
Dan Heng: “Do you… need something?”
You: “I need you to answer a question for me, please.”
Dan Heng: “Okay, what is it?”
You pause for a moment, hesitant to ask. However, considering there’s no turning back, might as well just go for it.
You: “Do you like me back?... Like romantically?”
It feels like an eternity waiting for his response, you feel your heart racing. Finally, you notice Dan Heng’s expression change from serious to more of a flustered one.
Dan Heng: “...I guess I do.”
You: “Wait really?”
Is this really happening? Or is it a dream? Perhaps a drunk hallucination?
Dan Heng: “Yeah, sorry for not showing it sooner.”
You inch closer to him and can’t help but hug him. He accepts the hug and even returns it. You can tell he is flustered and blushing, but you decide not to say anything. Though, you feel yourself begin to become aroused. Maybe it is the drinks making you hornier? Who knows. What will you do next? Pull away and run away to go take care of it? Or…
You: “Dan Heng… would you maybe… help me?”
Dan Heng: “Hm? With what?”
You only look down at your crotch and he immediately understands. You see his face turn red but didn’t necessarily want to refuse.
Dan Heng: “Okay… but just this once.”
Without hesitating, you take off your pants revealing your d/s, Dan Heng does the same. As you’re leaning over him at the end of his bed, you ask him if he really wants this and he silently nods.
You: “Then turn around”
He obediently bends over on the bed, clearly still flustered by what is happening, but he’s not complaining. You line your d/s to him and slowly push in. You want to be patient as it is probably his first time. However, when you reach his prostate, you see him squirm. Then out of nowhere, there’s a cloud, and poof, he turned into his dragon form?! At this point you both pause in utter shock, it seems like neither of you expected this, even though you knew about his form.
You: “Ah… should I continue?”
Only silence can be heard from Dan Heng. You take that as a yes and keep moving your hips. You hear him moaning and whimpering from the pleasure which fuels you to move faster. His arms are weak, about to collapse from the overwhelming pleasure. You grab him by the waist firmly to steady him and that's when he finally collapses. He buries his face into the pillows which muffles his cute noises, so you’re given an idea. You lift your hands off his waist and gently grab onto his horns, then pull his head off the pillow. While one of his hands is squeezing your wrist and the other is gripping the sheets, he is now shamelessly vocalizing his cries and whimpers. You can’t help but smile at how helpless and cute he seems right now.
Dan Heng: “Y/n.. please… ah!~”
You: “Hm? What was that?”
Dan Heng: “I’m.. gonna come…”
He says through gasps. This makes you grin even more. The room is filled with lust, his tail is twitching and swishing, and everything feels perfect. You let go one of his horns and grab his long tail that has been moving back and forth uncontrollably. Pulling it, you thrust into Dan Heng deep and fast and watch him shiver while he climaxes and yells your name. You pull out and watch his body go limp as he tries to catch his breath, and returns to his normal form.
You: “Dan Heng…”
Dan Heng: “Hm..?”
You: “I love you.”
You curl up next to him, placing his head on your chest.
Dan Heng: “I love you too, y/n…”
BONUS MARCH POV
What the heck is going on in Dan Heng’s room?! I can’t sleep at all because it’s so loud! What could they possibly be doing? It sounds like… hm… oh. OH…
Thank u so much for readingggg! Also, I was halfway through the fanfic watching a leaked Dan Heng dragon scene and this may not be all that accurate on the transforming part but yk who cares because it’s a good headcanon :( Also, I don’t know if it is noticeable yet, but I am deeply inspired by dilucpegger on ao3 (u should check them out their fanfics are amazing!!!) Anyways hope u enjoyed! I MIGHT be doing a dom female one next so 😏 stay tuned or wtv lollll BYEE!
#dan heng#top reader#sub character#gender neutral reader#honkai dan heng#honkai star rail#nsft concept
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RL Simself Story ( 18+)
I was at my grandparents. N. was there a few minutes before me, but he picked me up from that dark alley that made me so scared. My Grams sent him down to me, when I called her earlier. N. was a little worried about me. I didn’t talk to him. I didn't want to and I also couldn't. I was somewhere else with my thoughts. To be honest, I was thinking about Daniel and that horrible night a few months ago. Once I entered my grandparents' apartment, even more memories of the time with D. came up. There were some pics of our wedding on the walls. And right here in my old bedroom, Daniel proposed to me. While I was looking at all our family pics, I noticed something. There were pics of Ana, my Cuz M. my Dad & me. But what happened to my uncle’s photos? Why did my Grams take his pictures off the wall?
I wanted to ask my Grandma, but she immediately started talking about my pregnancy. She asked me to keep my Baby. No matter what worries & fears burden me, my Baby is a gift from above, she said. Yea, my Gram's deeply religious. Anyway! It was pretty late. I just wanted to go to bed so I postponed our conversation until the next day. But before I did, I asked my Grams if she was mad at my uncle? Why else are his photos missing, you know? I once mentioned at the beginning, that my uncle has an illegitimate child but none of us knew about it for a long time. 14 years! Well, now it came out! And my Cuz M., moved in with my grandparents for a while, because he was also totally mad at his Dad. His mom left his Dad! She wanted a divorce. So my uncle that stupid fraud, was now all alone in his house for which he can repay the loan alone. His wife just wanted to get away from him! I would do the same in her place.😡
Back to me. I unpacked my bag. I brought some clothes, bcs I had planned to stay here for a while. I was sad. My Mom and Dad also had probs with each other. ..... Ugh, and in my bedroom where even more pics of Daniel & me. I felt sorry for Nico. This all must feel pretty crap for him to be constantly compared to Daniel. I decided to put away my wedding photos. Nico was still in the living room with my Grampa. My Grampa liked N.! It's always been that way. He could talk to Nico for hours about soccer. He wanted to know everything about N’s job. But I think Nico didn’t mind talking to my Grampa about his soccer career. Normally he is more used to rejection, when it came to that. I mean his Dad (mine too actually), he was always against N. playing soccer, as you know.... I took my cosmetic bag and was on my way to the bathroom. I opened my bedroom door and saw Nico standing in the hallway with my Cuz M.
Mario (to N.): I really wasn’t expecting you here. Hm!🤷♂️ Nice to see you again, dude.
Nico: Yea, same.... I didn’t mean to stop you, but would be nice if you could tell me which of those doors here, leads into your cousin’s room. I don’t wanna burst into your grandparents' bedroom.😅
Mario: Ana or Aleksa? Ha? 😜🤣
Nico: Ana?? Hell, no! I haven’t even seen Ana since A. and I got back together.
Mario: I was totally confused when I saw Philip with Aleksa last year. He was Ana's bf! I-... I had no bloody clue what was going on there! She even said you knew about it. Is that true man? Did you really want that??
Nico: Uhhm,..... won't talk abou that. But she did nothing wrong! I..... demanded certain things from her and this one thing was.............. stupid! But I didn’t take advantage of your cousin or anything. I loved her. So much. Maybe too much. 🫤🤷♂️
Mario: Aghh... Honestly? I don’t wanna hear any details. I was just surprised you agreed, that’s... all. And A.'s room's back there. Last door on the left. Right next to it, is my bedroom so.... keep it quiet pls. But haven’t you been here before? You should know where her room is.
Nico: No, I’ve only been to your grandparents' house with her, but, never here. I just used to pick her up a few times from here.
I went to the two to say hi to my baby Cuz. We talked a bit more. Especially about M.'s ugly room. It used to be his Dad’s. My Grandparents apartment is ....old! Older than my Dad & uncle, that's for sure. My room looked nicer! My Grams always took care of Ana's & my stuff. My sis and I were much more often here, than our Cousin. That’s why his room looked a bit neglected and was often used as a kind of....big storage space... Before Nico came to the bathrom with me, he went over to M.'s room. My Cuz borrowed him a shirt and some shorts for sleeping, so he doesn’t have to sleep naked. And they also talked about their dumb Dad's! This one thing, they had in common now.
Hm, I wouldn’t mind N. sleeping naked next to me, I thought, as I watched him take a shower. I didn’t want to be mad at him anymore, but that damn Stephanie!!! He dumped me again two days ago, just because his stupid ex fiancée made drama like last time. Agh, it didn’t go on like that! I had to sort it out with him and talk about it. But... I really didn’t feel like talking about Stephanie that night. So I just kept doing my skincare....
Nico: I'm sorry..... Won't you talk to me?☹️
Me: What can I say??? ... It’s always the same. I ask you to stay with me, you promise, but then you leave anyway. This is the third time you’ve left me because of her.
Nico: Her fucking family came back today. Now it’s finally over, I don’t have to take care of her anymore. She's gone. She's with her parents.
Me: My feeling tells me she won’t give up! She’ll come up with more excuses and lies, to get you back. And I know you’re not stupid. That means, you can't let go of her either.
Nico: I swear it’s not like that! I can’t let YOU go. I want you! I love you. And I want our Baby. Honestly!... I saw that one pic of you earlier. Your Grams told me you were 5. It was your first day at school. I immediately recognized you by your curly hair and big, brwon eyes. I wish our Baby will be a girl and look exactly like you.
Okay, that was really cute. Besides, he was still almost naked. I admit, it was hard for me to reject him. I think my hormones were partly responsible for me wanting N. sm. The pregnancy not only increased my desire for him, I will notice that I have generally become more sensitive. I cried for almost every stupid little thing.😩But I was also very happy! N and I went to bed. He wanted to settle this issue about Stephanie with me, but I told him, I didn’t want to talk. I wanted him. But tomorrow we will argue about exactly this topic! His ex! Also about Alex!I mean Alex's message/letter. Alex wanted to see me!
Oh, and Dilek will come to me to....... see Nico. She seemed to be more excited about it (him), than I was. She was a big fan of N. 😒 I was just glad Philip wasn’t there. The two in the same room with Dilek?? No thanks!🤢 I will avoid this, as long as I can!!!!!!!!!!!
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His Heir pt. 31 (Darth Maul x pregnant! reader)
This one is short but.... well I'll just let y'all see for yourself. A/N at the end too ;D
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I was laying with my head in Maul's lap.
"What do you want to name him?" I asked, looking at the scans we just got of him.
Now, at twenty-two weeks, we were over halfway there, and we weren’t even in the ballpark of finding a name for him and it was starting to stress me out.
He thought for a moment, "I haven’t thought about any specific names if I am being honest. Do you have any ideas?"
"I’ve thought about what type of name we should go with but I haven’t been sure on what would work best. If I am being honest he is kind of a mess of cultures…”
“What do you mean?” Maul asked.
“Well I am a Mandalorian. You’re Dathomirian. You are also a Sith Lord and Nightbrother. I am Human. You’re a Zabrak. There are just so many routes we could go. Or we don’t even have to go down one of those paths for his name, we could just go with a name in Galatic Basic. I just don’t know what to do Maul. I’ve thought about it so much that my feels like it’s going to explode…”
Maul looked at me oddly for a moment. I could tell he was probing at my mind through the force. I didn’t mind though, he knew that I could feel him digging around my thoughts and if I truly didn’t want him there I would block him out. I let him in, but I only allowed him to see what I wanted him to see.
“You have a name picked out already… why didn’t you say something?” He asked gently.
I pushed myself to sit up, with some help from him, and turned around to face him.
“Because I really want him to have a name like the Nightbrothers…”
"Are you sure? We could go with a more traditional name." Maul offered.
I shook my head.
"Maybe a traditional middle name, perhaps even a Mandalorian one, then he could have a little piece of both of us. But I really want him to have a Nightbrothers name. My only issue is they’re hard to come up with. Like your name isn’t hard, it’s Maul, you say it the same way as the word maul, like some mauled by an animal.”
Maul laughed at my explanation but nodded for me to continue.
“But… um… But other names like…like…” I trailed off, not sure how he would feel about bringing up his brother.
“Like Savage.” He said for me and i nodded before continuing.
“Like Savage,” I agreed, “I’ve played around with a few words… and I just know.”
“Let me hear them.” He said.
“I like Riot, and just leave it as Riot.” I said, watching him to judge his reaction.
“I like that. What else do you have?”
“Okay bear with me on this one, the word lethal, but pronounce it Lee-thal.”
“Hm… I don’t think I’ve ever heard that name before. It’s different.” He said.
“You hate it don’t you?” I asked.
“No. Not at all, I’ve just never heard it. I like it actually.” He said, easing my worries.
“Okay, I have one more, vicious but make the ‘i’ a long ‘i’ so it’d be Vīkous… thoughts?”
“If I am being honest, I like all of them. I think any of them would be perfect for our son. Is there a particular one you are leaning towards?” He asked.
“Not really honestly. I’ve thought about maybe just waiting until he’s born to pick one. Get a good look at him, decide what name fits him best.”
“I like that idea.” Maul agreed with a smile, bringing his hand to rest on the side of my belly.
Maker, his smile could make me melt on the spot.
"What about a last name? I know we’ve talked about it some, but I just really don't want him to take mine." I said.
"I know, but I don't have a last name,” Maul began, “... well actually I suppose I may... my lineage isn't exactly certain. I was taken by Sidious so early that I don't know anything from my early life besides training in the ways of the dark side."
I grabbed the hand that he had resting on my stomach and brought it to my lips to press a kiss to his knuckles while muttering, "I'm sorry." Against his tattooed skin. I knew he didn’t like talking about his childhood.
“I've thought about that too actually… your last name.
“Oh?”
"What if you took the name Oppress?" I suggested gently.
"Fr- From my brother?"
I nodded.
“I think he would be honored to have you and his nephew take on the name Opress. Maul Opress, has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?”
Maul smiled once again, “I suppose it does. What about the names you suggested, how do they sound?” He asked.
“Let’s find out. First, Riot Opress… I actually really like that if I am being honest.”
“Agreed, it sounds powerful. Okay how does, Lethal (lee-thal) Oppress sound? I like that one as well.”
I gasped a little, “Okay I love that one too… last is Vicious (Vīkous) Oppress…” I cringed slightly and I could tell by the look on his face Maul wasn’t a fan either.
“I think Vicious (Vīkous) Oppress is off the table. I’m not loving it like I did the other two.” I said.
Maul nodded, “I agree.”
“Okay so, this,” I placed my hands on my stomach, “is either little Riot or Lethal (Lee-thal) Oppress.” I said before looking up at Maul with a mischievous smile on my lips. I took my hands off my belly and placed them on his cheeks, “And this is not-so-little Maul Opress.” I said, smiling widely as he smiled at his name.
He shook his head slightly at my antics before bringing his hands up to replace where mine just were on my stomach.
“The Opress Family… sounds nice, doesn’t it?” He asked, not looking at me.
“Well, I’m not an Opress.” I said.
Maul was silent for a moment, before looking up at me.
“I know…” He swallowed hard and it was making me nervous, “But would you like to be?”
A/n: Y’all THOUGHT you were going to get the baby’s name in this one but I threw a curve ball there at the end!!!!! 😉😉 Anyways which name do you think it’s going to be??
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In Miss Blye’s Class, Part 28
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After a couple days of thought, Caleb decided he did want Monica to visit again, so Deeks called the number she’d left during that first night. He was honestly a little surprised when she answered. Or that she’d actually stayed in town at all.
Twenty minutes before Monica was supposed to arrive on Thursday night, Deeks pulled a chicken and roasted vegetables out of the oven for dinner. He’d debated including Monica in on the meal—it all seemed a little too domestic for his comfort—but decided any other option would be obviously rude and petty. He had resisted the urge to do any extra cleaning, even though cleaning was one of his natural stress responses.
The doorbell rang as he was flipping a separate pan of potatoes.Deeks waited a moment to see if Caleb would come running to answer it. Either he hadn’t heard it from his room, or was ignoring it.
Deeks wiped his hands on a spare towel, tugging at the hem of his shirt as he walked out of the kitchen. He had a feeling it was going to be a very long night.
He opened the door to a smirking Monica, her arms crossed over her chest.
“I almost thought you weren’t going to answer,” she said, ducking under his arm.
“Nice to see you too, Monica. Please, come in,” he said wryly, closing the door behind them. “Caleb’s still finishing his homework, but he should be done in a few minutes.”
“Homework?” She chuckled, and he didn’t need to look to know she’d rolled her eyes. “In our day they gave us a couple pictures to color and called it a day.”
“Yeah, times change. I’m finishing dinner, if you wanna follow me. Otherwise, you’re welcome to the TV in the den.” He gestured with his chin, and Monica tilted her head, scrutinizing him for a few seconds that felt unbearably long.
“Hm, I think I’ll take the first option,” she decided. “It’s been a long time since I’ve watched you cook.”
“I don’t seem to recall you being that impressed before,” Deeks commented without thinking.
“Ooh, somebody’s feeling spicy tonight,” Monica said teasingly. “You know what they say about absence.”
Deeks chose not to comment on that, silently walking into the kitchen, and occupying himself with checking the potatoes. They needed a couple more minutes. When he turned around, he found Monica watching him again.
“You want anything to drink?” He pulled a couple glasses from the cabinet next to the stove.
“It feels like a wine kind of night. Do you have anything red?”
“I might have a cabernet somewhere.” Shaking his head, he put one of the regular glasses back, pulling out a wineglass instead. A drink sounded pretty good right now, specifically a large shot of scotch. That seemed like a poor choice though, for a multitude of reasons, so he filled his glass with water, and started searching through the small collection of alcohol he had on hand.
He found a merlot from a couple years back, decided that would have to do, and uncorked it. Monica stayed silent through the whole process, making him feel uneasy.
“So, who’s Kensi?” Monica asked abruptly as he passed her a glass of wine. The question was so unexpected, he said nothing, and she apparently interpreted it as willfully ignoring her. “I heard Caleb say the name the other night when I came. Clearly he expected someone else. And, he accidentally mentioned her a couple other times.”
“Oh no, we’re not going there,” Deeks said firmly.
“That means she’s important. Did you finally break your vow of celibacy and start dating again?”
God, she was infuriating sometimes. He took a couple steps back, purposely distancing himself.
“Monica, I am not discussing my personal life with you.”
“I think it’s my right to know who’s coming into my son’s life,” she insisted with a careless shrug. She paused to take a long sip of her wine.
“No, it’s not,” Deeks said more quietly, but with no less conviction. “Maybe if you were here more than once every year. Or if you even kept in touch regularly. You haven’t though, so I get to make the decisions about who is in Caleb’s life.”
Monica gave him an incredulous look, crossing her arms over her chest. “And I’m guessing I’m not one of those people, huh? I’m not this Kensi who makes both of you light up.”
“If you’re implying that I’ve said anything negative about you to Caleb, that is the farthest from the truth.” He lowered his voice on the off chance that Caleb chose this moment to walk in as seemed his way. “I’ve done my very best to never let my own feelings and opinions about you influence him. Seeing you tonight was completely his own decision.”
Her eyes widened as she tilted her head again, mouth slightly open. “You really believe that, don’t you?”
“When have I ever lied to you, Monica?” he asked, and she seemed stunned by the simple question.
Beyond her shoulder he saw Caleb appear in the doorway, standing there hesitantly when he noticed Monica in the room too.
“Hey kiddo, you finish your homework?”
“Yeah. Is dinner ready?”
Setting her wine aside, Monica turned and offered Caleb a smile. “Hi Caleb. There’s my big boy,” she said, holding her arms open.
“Hi Mommy.” He smiled back shyly, accepting a hug a little stiffly.
“Did you miss me?” she asked.
“Kind of,” Caleb answered honestly.
Monica’s face feel briefly before she recovered herself. “Well, I missed you.” She poked Caleb in the stomach, eliciting a little giggle from him. “Let’s set the table while Daddy finished dinner.”
As they walked out of the room, she fixed Deeks with a determined look that he knew could only mean trouble. Slouching against the counter, he pressed his palms against his eye sockets. He hoped this hadn’t been a terrible mistake.
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A/N: Yes, Monica just brings all the drama. And yes, she’s the villain of this story.
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2.1 Penacony thoughts [part2]
**Spoiler warning** Covering up until we switch to Acheron’s POV alongside Welt (not their first conversation but actually playing as her, hence the cover photo), so be kind to yourself and look away if you haven’t reached that point yet. Brace yourself once more; I’m going to ramble.
First things first, this whole shrinking down scene where we traverse through a model of Penacony was so odd. Poor Ratio had to be rolling his eyes so hard just watching a tiny Aventurine run around like that.
I feel like we didn’t learn much about Sunday last patch, but hearing him speak about how orderly and presentable we should be at all times really fits his personality. The pretty boy certainly knows how to look good and leads me like him even more..
But only for a moment as he then uses some Harmony trickery against Aventurine so he’s forced to answer his several questions truthfully, or at least that’s the feeling I got from watching this interrogation. Seeing this was quite interesting to me because there’s this anime call No Guns Life where a character by the name Tetsuro has an ability called “harmonie” which allows him to control other extends (robots basically) and they way the anime shows it looked very familiar with all the color.
Moving on, Sasuke Uchiha vibes are coming in strong with our gambler being a potential sole clan survivor, not to mention Aventurine admitting his love toward his family is something he values more than himself. Also, I don’t like this bird.. sitting there, keeping an eye on everything, even during Aventurine’s chat with Sparkle later on. I know the Family has a big Nightingale theme going on but still. Big Brother (or in this case the Family) always watching hm?
NOPE. Any small hope I had for Sunday being someone we could safely trust has flown straight out the window with this sinister smirk of his, no matter how handsomely good it makes him look here.
I love that no matter what is going on or who he’s talking to, Ratio always manages to mildly insult others without a care in the world.
So stuff about the Cornerstones gets revealed, how all Ten Stonehearts have one of their own and how very important said stones are to them, so what on earth was Aventurine doing with both his and Potaz Pazto Topaz’s? Also found it interesting how closely hers resembles Qlipoth’s body when she isn’t a Preservation unit like Aventurine is.
Sunday then gives Aventurine only 17 system hours to live and he has to spend it solving Robin’s case with little to no outside help or hints on where to begin. Talk about immense pressure. Let my man gamble in peace!
And if all that wasn’t enough to make me start feeling bad for our fancy man, we get a sad backstory featuring his sister and even learning how both their parents died! Because OF COURSE they’re setting me up to get upset about him for some reason later on in the story and now I’m so terrified because if I learned anything from anime it’s that these kinds of flashback are major red death flags.
The feeling of joy came back to me though upon seeing Topaz show up. Despite Aventurine being around and all the mentions of the IPC, I honestly wasn’t expecting her to visit Penacony at all, but I’m very pleased to see her again! She definitely grew on me after that one quest in Belobog and even though she doesn’t have access to most places on Penacony like her coworker currently does, it’s nice she’s willing to lend a helping hand to us.
It doesn’t settle well with me that none of the Bloodhounds know who Gallagher is. Ain’t he supposed to be top dog around here and in charge?
Oh red text, why must you haunt me so easily? Imagine how different all of Penacony would feel if we had the option to completely turn off subtitles. People would definitely have various opinions regarding Acheron if they knew of her ominous words or not.
I wanna chalk this up as a HI3 reference, but I can’t be sure as I’ve never played. If so, I love how they can toss in hints about Welt’s past like this.
And hers.. I imagine bits and pieces would line up with her past one way or another too.
A little while after that, we cut back to Black Swan and y’all, we FINALLY get some sort of Boothill interaction in the story! Only audio for now but I’ll take it!
Hearing about bullets, him getting annoyed about Acheron being a “galaxy ranger” and the Hunt path are wonderful ways to confirm who it is and I can’t wait to eventually see him in game.
Seems like he isn’t too thrilled with Acheron though and of course, he too knows of her Emenator status. There goes my brief hopes of them being in friendly terms and seeing them work together I suppose.
This item that Ratio gives Aventurine before he suddenly disappears (again) and how it features one of his voicelines.. hilarious. It’s like it was spoken specifically for Aventurine and no one else.
I may be a little stupid.. do we know who the other mute is? The one dead is clearly Robin, but surely the other can’t be Sunday right? He spoke perfectly fine. I’m thinking back to all the Penacony characters we’ve met and they all sound fine, aside from Sam but he’s robotic so naturally he would sound a bit different yea? Maybe we haven’t met this other mute yet, I dunno. The “again” part of Sparkle’s line makes me feel like we have met them at least once.
Sweetie, how the fuck did you manage to sneak such a dangerous device into Penacony?? Even Aventurine is concerned about how the Family doesn’t know of it.
Okay.. so the whole flashback with Aventurine being bought as a slave and used to gamble for his master is tough. I know many people speculated what the mark on his neck said, and majority did think “slave” was written, but man, the hint didin’t make this story any easier to hear. Being blessed with luck ain’t always a good thing hm? Hearing the guy say “all or nothing” and learning from Topaz about how that phrase is now Aventurine’s mantra.. oh boy.
Siobhan is gorgeous and if she was playable I’d definitely pull for her.
SERVAL MENTION HUZZAH! I’m aware they mentioned my girl during the livestream and how they’re both the rebellious ones in their respective families, but Siobhan actually wanting to meet her? Oohhh~
Okay but the fact we’re encountered so many deaths, during the many story and side quests, in a short amount of time shouldn’t be normal. The way he seems so indifferent about it too.. “so what?” like sir, people are dying.
Oh, we did indeed receive one as well. That was the invitation, wasn’t it? I thought the music box Acheron stole from Duke was something different and special for different reasons. Nevermind.
I seriously need to check back into the creepy dream we experienced last time after Sparkle knocked us out, where we encountered that memory zone meme and listen to all the shouting we heard of this Mikhail guy. I figured he had to be someone important, but the Watchmaker and betrayer of the Family? Oh dear.
I bet you anything it’s Misha. Working behind the scenes in the hotel this entire time would definitely be an effective strategy, and his technique outside battle literally stops time and that seems like the perfect kind of ability for someone named “Watchmaker.”
Gallagher wondering if this certain person is real or not is another reason I think it’s Misha because apparently no one notices his presence at all. During that one scene with us, Firefly, Acheron, Misha & Clockie last past, the girlies didn’t acknowledge Misha at all. Only us and Clockie spoke to the boy. In return, Clockie is only seen by us and Misha as well. So that’s just strange.
For a moment I wonder if Misha is actually like.. a ghost of sorts and we’re just going insane seeing visions of people and cartoon characters everywhere. But that’s all stuff I shall find out later. Hopefully. If the story decides to answer my many concerns.
(originally written on 3/28)
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Shadow *Part 4*
Hisoka Morrow X Fem!Reader (Platonic)
Word Count: 633
Requested: Anon
Request: Hello, I hope you're doing well. I read your platonic Hisoka x Teen vampire reader story and was wondering if you could do a oneshot where the reader just has a breakdown and sobs. And being the only person Hisoka considers as a sister, he hugs and comforts the reader?
*Part 3*
It had been a couple of weeks since you had seen Chrollo, you had been with Hisoka the whole time and while you were with him, you were able to ignore the conversation that you had, the confirmation that your brother had given you, he wanted you dead, you were worth less to him then the people he had surrounded himself with.
Hisoka had noticed the difference in you, you were slower to start, having trouble focusing, feeding less. He knew it had everything to do with you seeing your brother but he wasn’t sure how to get you to talk about it. Hisoka had always been good at goading people but he knew that wasn’t what he wanted from you so he was careful as he approached you.
This was another night that Hisoka had brought you blood, he placed the bottle in front of you, you glanced at it for a second and reached for it, he could see the moment that you put it to your lips that you were forcing yourself to drink it. “What’s going on?” He asked.
“Hm?” You asked not actually looking at him, but at the wall behind him he realised.
“You’ve been acting weird, you haven’t been eating well, you're quiet and you hardly leave this room.” Hisoka listed as he waited for you to get angry but instead he watched as you seemed to sink into defeat, you had only looked like this once before and that was when you were still part of the troupe, it made him angry.
“I just… I didn’t think that he hated me.” You said softly “I thought that if we brought him the cure to his little problem that we’d be able to go our separate ways but he just said that he hates me and that he’s looking for a way to kill me. I don’t know why it hurts so much, I…” The tears that welled in your eyes caused him to lean forward gently, wiping them as they fell.
“They don’t know what they have lost.” Hisoka said as his other hand wrapped around yours “your strength and abilities are unparalleled.”
“I’m weak.” You said through gritted teeth and harsh breaths. “I crawled back to them hoping that they would see me for something more, when you and Illumi have been here the whole time, you’ve both taught me how to be everything that I am and I still wanted them… Him.”
“There was always going to be a part of you that was hurt by them, no matter how strong you are because you still feel something… Being a vampire hasn’t stopped you from having feelings and honestly I think that you might be more in tune with them then you ever have been. When you woke you were angry and you focused on that feeling but since then you’ve calmed down and you even gave them the chance to make it up. They were stupid not to take it but I promise you that they will never get close enough to hurt you and I know that you feel sad now but it will get better.” He explained.
“It will?” You asked.
“Hmm, it seems like vampires feel everything 100x more than us humans do, I know that you will get through it.” Hisoka promised and you smiled at him as you pushed forward, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in his clothes.
“Thank you, your better family than they ever could have been, I’m so glad that you found me.” You said softly and he gave a soft chuckle
“As am I.” He said, wrapping his arms around you, making a note to tell Illumi about Chrollo’s plans to get rid of you, and to plan accordingly.
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Cruel Summer
In the summer of 1977, Sirius ran into Walburga Black, and his life fell apart.
Break up and make up fic (happy ending I promise!!)
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“It’s just been so long.” James emphasised sadly.
“Prongs, Lily was at the house three weeks ago!”
“I can’t wait to see her.” He sighed dreamily. “Y’know, since we’re-“
“Actually dating now? Yeah, I know.” Sirius shot back. “You haven’t shut up about it the whole fucking summer.”
“Hey, I listened to you talk about Remus non stop.” Sirius’ cheeks tinted a little then, giving James a light shove.
“Shut up.”
“What? You’re not excited to see the love of your life, your soulmate, for the first time in weeks?” He teased, as Sirius stared straight ahead, making a half arsed attempt at biting back a smile.
“I’m trying not to be a hypocrite right now.” Euphemia was walking ahead of them, running her quill over a supply list in her hand. James sometimes complained about her tagging along, and Sirius would just nod and agree, but honestly? He was secretly quite thrilled to have a parent who let him go with them to Diagon Alley.
“Okay, we need a few more books, and new quills.”
“Alright, I’ll go and grab the quills.” Sirius offered, Euphemia offering him a smile.
“Thanks, Sirius.” He turned and left before James had a chance to offer to go with him, not really thinking about it as he walked to Flourish and Blotts.
Sirius perused the aisle calmly, finger running along the prices as he decided which James would want.
“Sirius.” The voice rang out, and he froze.
He knew that voice.
The voice that made his blood run cold, his hair stand on end and every part of him want to run.
Walburga.
He turned slowly to face her, knowing he couldn’t avoid it. The moment he met her steely blue gaze, his memories from that night he ran came flooding back. The screaming, the curses, the running, the fact that he almost bloody died.
Still, facing the woman head on was the only way to get out of the store.
“The hell d’you want?” He asked, watching her flinch almost invisibly at his dialect, causing the slightest spike of satisfaction in Sirius.
“We… need to have a discussion.”
“I thought I wasn’t a Black anymore?” He asked, getting more agitated by the second.
“Unfortunately, you still… carry the Black surname. Your actions still reflect upon our family and our values.”
“Namely?”
“That half-blood boy you’ve run off with.”
“Remus? What about him?”
“Somehow, you have managed to disgrace us from outside the family. He’s not an acceptable partner choice. It’s worse than Andromeda and that Tonks, and you’re doing to break it off with him.” Sirius laughed disbelievingly, trying to hide the fact that his hands were shaking.
“Wow, you really are crazy.” He made to walk past her, and she stepped in front of him.
“You might want to consider this a little more carefully.”
“Hm, let me think… I’m good, thanks.” He finally shoved past her, trying desperately get out of the door. It was so close, it-
“Unless you want Regulus to pay the price for your stupidity?” Sirius stopped in his tracks then, hand on the door handle, heart stopping, jumping to his throat. He turned back around, a frustrating mix of anxiety and anger that only Walburga could stir up in him reared its ugly head.
“You wouldn’t.”
“Oh, you and I both know better than that.” Walburga said, as plainly as though she had just told him that it was going to rain. “Surely you aren’t that selfish.”
“I- you-“ Walburga smiled, satisfied, and fuck Sirius wanted to kill her.
“And don’t think about hiding it from me, you know I’ll find out. I always do.” Her words were thick with the implication then.
She always did, Sirius knew that from experience.
Too much experience to have the comfort of thinking that she was bluffing.
Of course she wasn’t.
If he didn’t break up with Remus, Regulus was going to pay. He had gone to so many lengths to protect him.
But Remus…
Remus was his world, his everything. He didn’t want to lose him, he never wanted to lose him. Sirius loved him.
He loved Regulus too.
Regulus was the first person he could truly love in that hollow space they called a home.
Breaking up with Remus would break him, but letting Regulus suffer could kill him. He knew full well what too much ‘punishment’ was like.
Right, there was his answer.
“So? Still want to be with your little half-blood?”
“…fine. I’ll break it off. Can I fucking go now?” She indicated towards the door, finally releasing the weird mental grip she had on him.
“Remember, Sirius. I’ll know.”
Yeah, he knew that all too well.
Suffice to say, he got back without the quills.
James frowned at him, confused, as Sirius apologised quickly, saying they were out of most of their stock and he wasn’t sure what to get. Euphemia, all soft smiles and kind words, just reassured him that they’d get them in time and they went home.
Where a letter from Remus was sat waiting for him.
Could the day get any bloody worse?
Still, he took it up to his room and tore the envelope open, eyes scanning over the words.
‘Dear Sirius,
How’s the rest of your summer been? I know we all came to the Potter’s and all, but it felt like such a long time ago.
Mum’s been pestering me about what snacks I’m going to bring on the train, so I promised her I’d check to see what Effie was bringing in my next letter, so here I am making good of that promise. I keep telling her she doesn’t have to pack anything, it’s literally seventh year, but she really wants to, so she is.
The last moon was alright. It just kind of went how I expected it to, honestly. I dislocated my knee again, which is frustrating. I have a feeling I’m going to have to take Madame Pomfrey up on her offer of a cane, soon, just for the days after. It just makes me feel like an old man to even think of it. Still, there’s nothing I can do about it, eh?
I hate waking up alone, though. Can’t wait to see you dumbasses again.
Especially you.
Miss you and love you so much,
Remus.’
Sirius stared at the letter in his hands as the words started to blur; his thick tears falling on the page before he even had a chance to realise he was crying. He dropped the letter quickly, hands shaking, trying to protect the paper.
“Shit.” He breathed out, quickly brushing the tears away, only allowing them to be replaced by more. He didn’t want to leave Remus, ever. So he just let himself collapse, curling into a ball and sobbing, pain overwhelming him before he had even done anything. Knowing he had to was bad enough.
Still, he had a week to figure out how.
He was checked out for the entire week, James watching him with concerned glances as he agonised internally about what the hell he was going to do. Could he explain to Remus?
No, he couldn’t.
He felt like a coward, still listening to his mother when he had literally been disowned by her and Orion. It was ridiculous, that he couldn’t stand up to her. It was just… Regulus. Regulus was his weak point, and Walburga knew that.
Alright, not telling Remus why he was dumping him, that wasn’t helpful.
So… he had to lie?
Remus wasn’t going to take any sort of ‘I don’t love you’ bullshit, they’d had a long conversation about that. A good few of them, actually. Sirius had spent a long time helping Remus build his confidence up and to trust him, which he really didn’t want to destroy.
Fuck.
By the end of the week, Sirius still didn’t have a plan, heart pounding so harshly Sirius thought it was going to stop, shatter, disappear altogether. Still, they were getting closer and closer to the platform, to Remus, and Sirius had to do something. He had a feeling that everything was about to go very wrong.
“Padfoot?” Sirius snapped out of his panicked haze, turning to face James.
“Hm?”
“You alright? You’ve seemed out of it for over a week now.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m- I’m fine.” He muttered, eyes scanning for-
Remus.
God, he was beautiful.
He was stood on the platform talking to Lily, a small smile on his face as his amber eyes lit up. Remus’ smile made Sirius want to pass out.
He really didn’t want to lose it.
Too late, though, as Lily nudged Remus, indicating to Sirius. He turned his head, face brightening as his eyes met Sirius. Sirius and James approached, and Sirius could vaguely hear James talking. His heart was pounding in his ears as Remus smiled that beautiful bloody smile at him.
“Padfoot, hey.” He leaned in to kiss Sirius, who flinched away slightly, guilt immediately pooling in his stomach. Remus’ brow furrowed slightly, confused. “You okay?”
“Uh, yeah. I need to talk to you.” He mumbled under his breath, grabbing Remus’ arm and leading him onto the train, into a compartment and shutting the door quickly. Remus sat on one of the seats as Sirius closed the blind over the door.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” The concern in his voice was enough to make Sirius want to sob. He took a moment, facing the door, to compose himself.
Years in Grimmauld Place had taught him one thing that he could use.
He dropped his face into a cold indifference, easily masking his emotions as he dropped into the seat opposite Remus, glancing down at his feet. Getting the words out was… impossible. Unmanageable.
Well, impossible until he thought of everything he endured, and Regulus.
It was just enough to say what he needed to say.
“We need to break up.”
“What?” Remus sounded more stunned than anything else, Sirius looked up, finally meeting his eyes and hoping that the same haughty apathy was still there.
“I’m breaking up with you.” He said again, much clearer this time, and he was shocked by how… bored he sounded.
“Sirius, this is coming out of nowhere, what’s going on?”
“Merlin, have I not made it clear?” He tried to keep the disinterest in his voice, acting like he wasn’t struggling, watching as Remus’ eyes searched his face desperately.
“Sirius, don’t do this. You can talk to me.”
“Fucking hell, Lupin!” Remus flinched at that, Sirius glancing away at the window, hoping it didn’t look like he was having a hard time. A really fucking hard time.
He knew he was going to have to say it, as little as he wanted to.
“I don’t love you.” He turned back, and Remus looked like he had been slapped in the face.
“Sirius, you- that’s not true.” He said firmly. “That can’t be fucking true, not when you- no, you love me, I know you do, so cut the shit. What’s going on?” He asked again, and Sirius could feel him reaching his limit. He knew it wasn’t going to last much longer.
“I don’t love you, Lupin. I never did.” He said coldly, taking his anger at his fucking family and letting it all fall out. “Just wanted to experiment. You really think I’d ever fall in love with you? I don’t want to be fucking near you, got it?”
That was the moment he watched Remus’ heart break.
“You promised me, I- I can’t believe you’re doing this.” His breath came out a little staggered, standing up and heading to the door, fumbling a little to open it. Finally, he was gone, slamming the sliding door as he went, and Sirius threw a silencing charm over the compartment just in time to break down.
He had finally done it, he had ruined his and Remus’ relationship.
The first time he thought he was actually going to be happy, and his fucking family somehow managed to ruin it all again.
-
James had been a tad bit concerned about Sirius for a week or so.
Still, when he practically dragged Remus away, he had honestly just assumed that they wanted to be alone to catch up. It was probably for the best, because their compartment was pretty full.
Peter, James and Lily were sat on one side, James’ hand in Lily’s and a grin on his face. Marlene, Mary and Dorcas were on the other, talking and laughing.
Merlin, James had missed his friends.
“No, really, I don’t-“ that’s when the door slid open harshly, Remus stepping through and shutting it, before turning around and letting James catch a glimpse of his face.
He looked… distraught. His hands were shaking, breathing uneven, as a heavy silence fell over the group.
“Moony? Are you alright?” James asked quietly. Remus glanced at him, shaking his head quickly, as a few tears rolled down his cheeks. Lily was up in a second, gently guiding Remus to her seat and crouching in front of him.
“Remus, breathe, okay? Slowly.” She grabbed both of his hands, squeezing them once. “Ground yourself. Can you feel my hands?” Remus shut his eyes, taking a deep breath. “What’s going on?” She asked softly, waiting patiently for his response.
“Sirius, he- he just dumped me.”
“What?” James was the first one to speak, shocked.
“He’s just- he was acting so fucking cold, I don’t- I don’t know what happened.” He finally turned to James. “He said he never loved me.”
What the fuck?
“He…”
“I’ll fucking kill him.” Marlene said, gritting her teeth, as Dorcas tried to stop her from standing. James frowned, confused.
He had been acting off for a while, but he had no idea that he was planning on dumping Remus. Typically, he told James everything. Including just how much he loved Remus.
How that had changed in a week, James had no idea.
He didn’t have too much time to think about it on the way, while simultaneously trying to talk Remus down from a panic attack and Marlene from murder.
What the fuck had happened?
-
Sirius managed to get the majority of the tears out of his system, head aching and eyes stinging, by the time that the train came to its gentle stop. The excitement that usually washed over him when he arrived at Hogwarts was nowhere to be found, unsurprisingly.
This year was going to be awful.
He waited a few minutes before he gently slid open the door and left the train, hoping to avoid his friends. Well, probably not his friends anymore. The train was pretty much empty, thank merlin, as he crept his way out.
“Sirius.” James’ voice rang out, and Sirius froze in his place, letting his eyes slide shut for a moment.
Shit.
He turned to face James, hoping that it didn’t look like he’d been crying.
“What?”
“What the fuck?” He started. “You told Remus you don’t love him? You and I both know that’s not true. You’ve been acting weird as hell, what’s going on?”
For a moment, Sirius let himself consider what would happen if he told James. If he had someone on his side. He could feel his resolve start to crack, having to work to keep some kind of indifference over his face. He doubted it was working, based on the way the anger in James’ face was currently at war with concern. The problem was that he knew James and his ability to keep a secret from his friends. Especially if Remus was hurting.
So, he couldn’t.
“Fuck off, James.” With that, he walked away; destroying the last bridge with someone who cared.
They had already disappeared from the carriages, giving Sirius a moment to compose himself for the inevitable. He was going to see Remus, it was impossible to avoid him. They shared a dorm, for fuck’s sake. Walburga really had ruined his life in 5 minutes. The guilt that had been slowly building its way up settled awkwardly in his stomach like a rock as he got closer to the castle.
It really wasn’t what he expected for the opening feast, slipping through the door and sitting as far from his friends as he could physically manage. He couldn’t quite get them out of his line of sight. Whether it was concern for Remus or self punishment, he wanted to see how he was doing. He was staring at his plate, mindlessly shoving food around it. Lily and James were watching him, concerned. The moment Marlene spotted him, her hand was on her wand, which Dorcas quickly swiped, shooting Sirius a glare for good measure.
“Remus, you have to eat something.” Lily said under her breath, Sirius’ rotten feeling growing stronger by the second.
“M’not hungry.” He answered.
“Moony-“
“I’m just going to turn in. I don’t want to ruin everyone else’s night.”
“Hey, no, you haven’t ruined anything.” Lily assured him, unable to stop her eyes from flicking momentarily to Sirius, who turned back to his food quickly, mending his expression and shoving a potato into his mouth. Still, he heard as Remus stood and left, walking quickly out of the hall, James and Peter following close behind.
Sirius made the decision not to go to the dorm for a while, to make sure everybody was asleep so he didn’t have to face them.
That’s exactly what he did, waking up earlier than everyone else the next morning, and rinse and repeat.
He moved to different seats in his classes, watching as the gossip spread. James was watching him a little painfully, every so often, like he couldn’t figure Sirius out and it was hurting him, which only made Sirius feel worse.
The Slytherin’s seemed fucking gleeful that the blood traitor Sirius Black was isolated from everybody he had abandoned his family for. He hadn’t seen Regulus, which was probably for the best.
Couldn’t stop running into Remus, though, which was torture in itself. His friends all hated him and the love of his life was falling apart.
So was he, really.
After three and a half weeks of walking around with half a heart, nothing mattering, the whole world grey, he was approached by Lily. For a moment, his face crumpled just a little, missing Lily and her kindness more than he had expected. Not that any of that kindness was there for him in that moment.
“The fuck d’you want?”
“Alright, get off your high horse, I don’t want to fucking talk to you either.” She snapped, honestly pretty intimidating. “You’re going to tell me what to do when Remus has a panic attack if you want to keep your fucking voice box.” She said, gripping her wand. Sirius’ heart sunk. Of course Remus’ panic attacks were worse. Sirius had been having his own, but they were typically more discreet.
Only Remus and James noticed them, and neither of them were talking to him.
“Alright, fine. Depending on the day, sensory overload might be contributing to it, so carry earplugs and ask if he needs them. Um, ask about the severity, take him out of any sort of public space, box breathing is usually helpful, but it’s harder without someone else doing it too. If he wants contact, hands on shoulders, if not then make sure he can see that you aren’t touching him at all. Just… let him know that he’s safe.” He couldn’t stop his face from softening as he spoke, voice dropping as the guilt, love and heartbreak all swirled uncomfortably in his gut.
When he finally turned his focus back to Lily, she was watching him, confused enough to know that Sirius had fucked up. He quickly schooled his expression.
“Anything else?” He snapped quickly, Lily blinking at the sudden switch.
“Uh… Sirius-?“ Sirius walked past her, trying to get into the dorm, away from everybody. He just wanted to shut his curtains and cry until he couldn’t see, which is why he almost cursed aloud when he shoved the door open and found Remus, James and Peter sat on the floor, stuck in the middle of a conversation.
“Maybe we should just-“
“No. I don’t want him there.” Remus insisted. At the sound of the door shutting, the three of them turned, Remus’ face dropping. “Anyway, I doubt Sirius actually wants to be there for the full moon tonight.” He said pointedly, shooting Sirius a glare. Sirius automatically brushed his left forearm, where his tattoo of the moon phases sat. How hadn’t he noticed that it was full?
“Uh… I…” He really was at a loss. On one hand, he promised Remus up and down that he would be there for every moon.
He seemed to be breaking a lot of promises, though.
Remus seemed to take his loss for words as a refusal, turning back to James.
“See? Not like I’d fucking trust him there.” He answered, as Sirius just turned and walked out, really not wanting to deal with any of that.
To make matters worse, the Slytherins kept shouting at him, so he had to find somewhere he could hide from everyone. It was clear to the entire school that whatever had happened, he was the one in the wrong, because he was the one isolated from the group. Which essentially meant that he had nobody.
At least he didn’t have to shut his curtains at 6 that night.
Instead, he laid in bed trying to sleep until god knows what time, mind only on the fact that Remus was hurt, transforming, and Sirius couldn’t do anything to help. He had never felt so shitty in his life, honestly.
He shut his curtains straight after the sun had risen, James and Peter emerging 10 minutes later, taking quietly.
“I don’t know what happened.” Peter whispered.
“Really?” James murmured back. “He missed Padfoot.” Sirius’ stomach dropped.
“What, the wolf?”
“Yeah, the wolf. We were hardly a pack, were we?”
“No.” Peter admitted. “But Remus didn’t want him there, and none of us have spoken to him for weeks.”
“I know.” James muttered. “There’s something going on there, I just don’t know what it is.”
“What, you mean the reason he’s fucked everything up and doesn’t seem to care?” Peter clarified.
“I- yeah. Pete, you should hear the way he talks about Remus at home. It’s almost insufferable. There’s no way he never loved Remus.”
“Well, you know you can’t talk to him about it.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m supporting Moony, and Sirius is 100% in the wrong, but at some point this is all going to come out. It has to.”
Well, shit.
That wasn’t what he had expected. It also probably should have been enough for him to not sneak into the hospital wing to see Remus, for fear of getting caught, but no. Because he was an idiot.
Still, he transformed when he was sure James and Peter were gone, creeping slowly and quietly to the hospital wing, missing the days of using James’ invisibility cloak to do it, because it was so much easier that way. Thankfully, he still got into the hospital wing, Remus asleep, and he transformed back, dropping into a seat by the bed. He knew he probably wasn’t going to be able to stay for very long, not wanting to get caught by Madame Pomfrey. He was so sure that the gossip had spread to the teachers, and he didn’t want to take the risk of getting kicked out in a way that wasn’t as gentle as when she just told him to go and have a sleep. Which meant that he probably had 5 minutes tops to see him, to say anything to him.
He was definitely asleep, the evenness of his breathing clear, no conflict over his face, just peaceful, which meant Sirius didn’t have to worry about him overhearing.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered, gently running his finger over the back of Remus’ hand. “You don’t know how much I fucking hate what I’ve done, and I wish I could tell you. I just- I worked so hard to keep Regulus safe in that house, and I can’t let him go through what I did. I love you. I- I’m so sorry.” He felt his breath catch in his throat, and left without saying anything else. He felt the tears slide down his face as he walked, trying to find a passage he could get into before he completely broke down. What he didn’t want was to run straight into James.
Fuck, could his luck get any worse?
He wasn’t really looking where he was going as he walked into the boy, hands shaking, not knowing who he had run into enough to school his features.
“Sorry.” He choked out, moving to walk past the person, not looking at him, until he spoke.
“Sirius?” Sirius glanced up from where his eyes were fixed to the floor, James finally coming half into focus. “What’s wrong?”
“I- you shouldn’t speak to me.” He got out, trying to walk past, as James grabbed his shoulders gently.
“Hey, listen-“
“What about Remus?” Sirius really didn’t have long left before the tears he was biting back shone through, he needed to leave.
“You’re an arse, fuck you, you’re still my brother, so let’s go have a chat.” He pulled a tapestry back that Sirius had completely forgotten about, without the map, pulling Sirius inside. “Right, what’s going on? The truth.”
“…I’ve fucked up, Prongs.” Sirius admitted finally, unable to stop himself anymore. He just wanted to be able to talk to someone, anyone. Once he had started, though, he really couldn’t stop, the words tumbling out of him in a rush. “I ran into Walburga in Diagon Alley and she told me I had to break it off with Remus or Regulus would get hurt, so I did, even though Regulus doesn’t fucking speak to me and now I’ve lost everybody I care about.” He finished with a sob, pretty much falling apart.
“Oh, Padfoot…” James didn’t seem to know what to say, opting for pulling Sirius into a hug. “Why didn’t you say anything?” When Sirius could actually get words out, he almost laughed at that.
“What, that my fucking mother still has power over me? No. I also can’t risk Regulus’ safety like that.”
“Sirius, you have to-“
“No! Please don’t tell anyone, Prongs. Fuck, I shouldn’t even have told you, I-“ at his rising panic, James interjected.
“No, it’s okay, I won’t.” He watched Sirius carefully for a few moments. “You’ve been on your own with this for a month.” He said quietly, pained. “I should have noticed. I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s okay. I hid it intentionally.” Sirius responded.
“Listen, I’m here when you need to talk, yeah?”
“Thanks, Prongs. Don’t piss off your friends, though.”
“Don’t worry about me.” James said with a grin. “Come on, s’go.”
“Wait! Uh… how was the moon? I went to see him, and he looks… hurt.” James shrugged.
“We couldn’t stop him. He barely gave us a second glance, honestly.”
“Oh.” He didn’t know what to say, honestly, because he knew it was his fault.
Having James made everything a lot easier. He had put James in a difficult position, not being allowed to tell anyone, so if he wanted to talk to him, it included hiding, using the map, which Sirius had missed so much. He had another week of that until he found out that telling James was probably a mistake. Mostly because he was walking through the corridor, just past the Slytherin common room entrance, when the tapestry pulled back and he was yanked into a corridor.
“What the-“ then there was a hand over his mouth.
“Shut up!” Regulus hissed, Sirius’ heart stopping. He and Regulus hadn’t spoken in years. He slowly released Sirius, who dropped his voice to a whisper.
“What are you doing?”
“Need to talk to you.” Regulus answered casually, like they always had little chats.
“I- why?”
“Because you’re being an idiot.”
“Oh wow, thanks.” Sirius muttered sarcastically.
“I’m not joking. What the fuck?”
“What the fuck what?”
“You dumped Remus because mother told you to? You’ve literally never been that stupid in your life, and that’s saying something.”
“I- how did you know that?”
“Everybody knows you dumped Remus.” He answered simply.
“No, that mother- Walburga made me? Did she try to hold it over you?”
“No, all she told me was to ‘keep an eye on whether or not you were spending time with the half blood boy.’ I assumed I’d have to lie to her, but I guess not.” He said, glancing down quickly. “James told me.”
“What?”
“He said he was worried you were making the wrong decision, and I agree.” Regulus finished decisively.
“Reg, I-“
“You don’t have to ruin your life trying to protect me.”
“But I left, it’s the least-“
“You needed to get out of there, Sirius. We both know that. You probably wouldn’t be alive if you hadn’t. I can take care of myself.”
“Regulus, I don’t want them to hurt you like they hurt me!”
“Well they already are!” Regulus snapped back quietly. Sirius fell into silence, heart feeling like it had been torn out of his chest and shredded. Regulus watched him, fairly mildly. “Did you really think they weren’t? Nothing’s good enough for them.” He said with a soft, breathy laugh. “But I can keep myself safe.” He added gently, eyes meeting Sirius’. “You were happy, Sirius. You found people who accepted you for you. Your family. At least one of us deserves that, and I’m not letting you give it up.”
“What if-“
“Nope. No what ifs. You’re going to tell Remus the truth and ask for forgiveness and let yourself be happy. You do know you’re just punishing yourself, right?”
“Alright, no need to psychoanalyse me.” Sirius attempted lightness, but it fell flat quickly.
“Look, I can’t force you to do anything, but please just think about it. I want you to. If anything, I’ll be angrier if you don’t do it.” With that, Regulus stepped out of the tapestry and left Sirius to his thoughts.
And he had a lot of fucking thoughts. Too much had just happened for him to make such a snap decision. He thought he’d have so much time to decide. Weeks.
He didn’t expect to almost die during a Quidditch match.
-
Remus had been walking around like a zombie for two weeks.
That sounded a little dramatic, but it was the truth. For the first two weeks he had done nothing but feel, so the moment he managed to move past that and just… dissociate, he grasped at it like a lifeline.
It only made his friends more worried about him, but still, what else could he do? It was better than feeling like he couldn’t breathe constantly.
It also let him show up to support James and Marlene in the Quidditch matches, just… pretending that he wasn’t watching Sirius. Lily was sat with him in the stands, watching and cheering them on in the game they had all been waiting for. Gryffindor vs Slytherin.
Remus felt his eyes drift to Sirius, a sharp stab of pain hitting him as he watched him. He was drop dead fucking gorgeous. God, he missed him.
No! That was the wrong bloody attitude, Sirius was an arsehole who lied to him and he deserved better!
That didn’t change the way his heart left his body when Sirius fell from the sky.
A Slytherin beater had gotten in close range of a bludger, sending it directly at Sirius’ head with a gleeful laugh. Remus’ eyes widened as he watched the heavy ball collide with Sirius’ head, knocking him out and sending him falling. His breath caught in his throat, panic breaking the comforting fog that had been in his mind. James made a last minute dive in an attempt to catch him, but he was too late.
Silence descended over the crowded pitch as he hit the ground with a dull thud.
Shit.
Time simultaneously seemed to speed up and slow down as Sirius was levitated off the pitch and into the medical tent. Remus hadn’t even noticed himself stand up until he was shoving his way through everyone in the stands, running across the pitch and straight over to the tent. He forced his way through the team who all parted, confused at the sight of him, as he finally managed to get into a chair next to the bed, sat beside James. After a few moments of silence, James spoke.
“You got here quickly.” He said quietly.
“Ran.” Remus answered, slightly out of breath. “Is he okay?”
“He fell from really fucking high up, Moony.” James murmured. “Madame Pomfrey said he should be okay, but she doesn’t know when he’ll wake up, or what damage he might have to his head.”
“Okay, that’s… a lot.” Remus said, pressing a hand to his eyes uncomfortably, trying to ward off a tension headache.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
“No.” Remus admitted simply. “I- I hate that I still love him. I mean, he essentially told me that he’d been lying to me for years.” James nodded, but he looked… conflicted. “You okay?” He asked, confused.
“Hm? Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I’m going to step out, talk to the team, find Pete and Lily.” He added hastily, standing, almost like he was trying to escape. He walked out, leaving Remus alone with Sirius.
“You broke my fucking heart, but please be okay. Fuck, why am I so… whether you like it or not, Sirius, you have me. All of me. Right now I really wish you didn’t, but you do, so…” After a moment of silence, he brushed his fingers over Sirius’. “I love you.” He whispered, shutting his eyes and letting a tear roll.
That’s when Sirius’ eyes flickered, and he started to wake up.
Remus drew his hand back, watching him carefully. For a moment, he grappled with the thought of leaving, but James wasn’t there, and he didn’t want to leave Sirius alone, for some reason. So, he stayed, eyes on Sirius as he slowly opened them with a groan. He made to sit up, Madame Pomfrey rushing over quickly to adjust the bed and talk to him.
“Slowly, okay? You’ve taken quite the fall.” She angled the bed so that he could sit up comfortably, turning him this way and that as she examined him. “You broke a fair few bones, but nothing a little magic can’t fix. Can I just ask you a few questions?”
“Sure.” Sirius said, making Remus realise just how long it had been since he had really heard Sirius’ voice.
“What’s your name?”
“Sirius Black. Or, sorry, Sirius Orion Black.” He rolled his eyes a little at his middle name. Okay, so that hadn’t changed.
“And mine?”
“Are we on a first name basis, Madame Pomfrey?” He asked with a smirk, Remus biting back a smile.
“Okay, Mr Black. And his name?” Remus swallowed uncomfortably as Sirius finally turned his gaze to him. He had expected Sirius’ face to drop, harden like stone.
Instead, everything in him seemed to melt, confusion evident on his face.
“Remus?” There was a soft hope in his voice, which made Remus’ heart give a pained tug.
“Hi.” Remus said under his breath, wanting to tear his eyes away from Sirius’ but almost feeling unable to.
“Was that difficult for you to remember?” Madame Pomfrey asked, breaking the moment for Remus, thank fuck. Sirius turned back to her, reddening slightly as he glanced down.
“Uh, no. No, sorry.”
“Okay, no problem.” She kept asking him questions, until she was satisfied that he didn’t have any damage to his brain. With that, somehow sensing that Remus and Sirius needed to talk, she stepped out, leaving them in silence.
“I don’t know why I’m here.” Remus said quietly.
“Okay.” Sirius answered back, avoiding eye contact.
“If you want me to leave, just-“
“No!” Sirius said hastily, suddenly animated. His own volume made him flinch as he turned back to Remus. “Stay. Please.”
“Really? I thought you couldn’t stand to be around me.”
“I-“ that was all Sirius got out before he burst into tears.
Oh.
“Sirius…” Remus really wasn’t sure what to say. Sirius had broken his fucking heart, but he still wanted to stop him from hurting.
“I’m so sorry.” He forced out, wincing a little at the aggression in the sobs wracking through his body, which seemed to be entirely out of his control.
“You’re- you’re sorry?” He asked, confused. Sirius nodded, breaking down right in front of him.
“I love you, I never stopped, I just- it’s complicated.” Remus’ head spun, confusion and a fair amount of anger hitting him.
“What? Sirius, hey, breathe.” He wasn’t going to get any sort of elaboration when Sirius was sobbing, and he really fucking needed it. “Can you please explain? I don’t understand.” Sirius made eye contact with him, and everything seemed to fall out at once.
“I- I ran into Walburga in Diagon Alley and she told me I had to- break it off with you otherwise she’d hurt Regulus, and I- I fucking did it and- I fucked up.” He said, clearly having held it back for a while.
“You…”
“Now I’ve hurt you because I was too embarrassed to say anything, and Regulus talked to me for the first time in years to tell me to make things right, but I- it’s probably too late, and I’m so sorry.”
That was a lot to take in.
Honestly, his priority was calming Sirius down. So he gently grasped Sirius’ hand, hoping he could level his gaze to some form of calmness when he was so… overwhelmed by everything. While Sirius tried to level his breathing, Remus thought all of it over.
Was he lying? Remus almost immediately threw that idea out of his mind. Sirius may have been good at acting indifferent, but the pain was definitely real. Besides, Walburga Black had always been the worst, but this was something else. He wasn’t even part of that family anymore, and she mad found a way to hurt him. It made him angrier than he had expected it to.
Fuck.
Was Sirius right? Was it too late?
He didn’t need to think to get the answer to that. It was screaming at him, big and bold, clawing up from his instincts.
No.
Of course it wasn’t, how could it be? To Remus’ surprise, he wasn’t actually all that angry at him.
“You okay?” Remus asked softly, Sirius brushing the tears he could away, eyes red.
“I- are you?”
“Well, you broke my heart,” Remus started, Sirius watching him carefully. “Made me feel unloveable, and I was essentially walking around without a soul for a month.” He said, Sirius nodding, everything in him seeking to droop. “But you- Sirius, no 17 year old should have to deal with everything you’ve had to. It’s going to take quite a lot to rebuild the trust between us again, and you definitely went about this the wrong way, but… I love you, Sirius.” He said softly. Sirius’ eyes widened.
“You mean you actually want to…?”
“To work everything out? Yeah, I do. Slowly, but yeah.” The way Sirius’ face brightened at that almost made everything okay.
Almost.
However, it definitely made him feel like it could, soon.
Somehow, as Sirius smiled softly at him, he knew that they were going to work it out.
#um#so yeah#this is why I’ve been awol#this idea stuck in my brain and refused to leave#so here you go!#wolfstar#sirius black#marauders#wolfstar oneshot#remus lupin#remus x sirius#young marauders#moony x padfoot#atyd marauders#marauders oneshot
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Tartaglia was a cruel ex. When you first dated him, he was the sweetest boy. Tartaglia would treat you right, buy you flowers, buy you everything you wanted. He was there to support you in you hardest moment. You fell deeply in love with the perfect man for you. Little did you know that the role of a Harbinger suited him really well.
“Babe? where are you going?” Ajax asked as you started putting on a fur coat jacket.
“Hm..? I’m going to my friend’s house, didn’t I tell you?” You questioned him. You seemed confused as to why he was asking since you just told him about your friends birthday party yesterday.
“Um. You’re not going Y/n.” Ajax strictly says. He locks eyes with you, his eyes turning dark. This was unusual of him he usually allows you to go anywhere especially when he has a lot of harbinger work.
“Why can’t I go? You literally sounded okay with it the other day.” You stopped putting on your shoes to face Ajax.
“I don’t want you to go, Y/N. That woman has a boyfriend.” What.? Since when was Ajax jealous like this? He always trusted you and didn’t mind you around other guys. And you, of course, trusted him too but why was it different today?
Tartaglia, has a way with words. A skill he’s adapted as being a harbinger. Words that can make you feel so guilty.
“Honestly, i’m so done with you right now Ajax. I can’t have anything because of you. Why have you started acting like this?” You felt an overwhelming amount of sadness. Why? Why did he have to hurt you. Ajax looked at you with stern eyes, and then they softened. You actually thought he was sympathizing with you.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you but, you’re the problem here.” Your eyes widened at his words. Me? The problem? “I mean, you’re the one making me feel like there’s other men as competition. You hurt me too. I’m only doing this to you so we can be happy, so i can be happy from the miserableness You, put me through.” You never really thought of it that way.., was it really you who was the problem? You felt so much guilt wash over you. You hurt Ajax. Ajax wrapped his arms around you. “Don’t worry my love, i’m doing this for us.” His poisonous words felt comforting.
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It’s been a Year or two since you and Ajax broke up. You haven’t seen him in a long time, he was probably away from Snezhnaya. His work as a harbinger means that he has to travel to other nations. You got over Ajax a long time ago..you still think about him here and there but you’ve learned how that relationship didn’t have a future. (or did it?😈)
You didn’t know why, but today you felt,,sad? That wasn’t the right word to describe how you felt. You decided to go to the to the tavern of snezhnaya. It was a popular tavern that you and your friends usually go to. You also used to go to the tavern with Ajax.
‘Ugh, why can’t I stop thinking about him it’s already been a year.’ Your nose scrunched as you entered the tavern. The strong stench of beer and wine filled your senses.
“Uh, I’ll have a Snezhnayan Fire-Water.” You tell The bartender.
He chuckles, “Are you sure about that little lady? Fire-Water is the strongest alcohol in Teyvat!” You seemed a bit offended by this bartender, of course you can handle this. Plus, you needed something heavy to drink to get everything off your mind.
“I’ll have one whole bottle of Fire-Water.” You slam the mora on the table a bit too aggressively. Everyone turned to look at the ruckus you made. *sweatdrops* The bartender was a bit taken aback and quickly went to get your Snezhnayan Fire-Water . ‘That ought to show that bartender, Hmph’ You quickly walk to a free seat while you wait for your vodka.
While y/n was reading the menu, they caught a familiar sight of ginger hair in the corner of their eyes. Y/n quickly turned around to be met with an…Ajax!? What! what was he doing here? You quickly brought the menu up to your face to cover your face ‘Please don’t notice me please don’t notice me’ And then the loudass bartender just had to shout your name.
“Uh, A Snezhnayan Fire-Water for Y/N.” Tartaglia’s eyes widen at the sound of your name.
“Y/n..?” he mutters under his breathe. He turns his head to see an embarrassed Y/n walking to get their drink. Y/n finally gets to the bar counter to get their drink. The uncomfortable atmosphere almost made you want to dig a hole and die. ‘Out of all places out of all the times I wanted to have time for myself HE had to be here?’ You grab your fire-water drink and boltz out of there.
“HEY, OUR CUPS AREN’T FOR TAKEOUT!” The bartender shouts at you.
“Wait, Y/n.” You heard fast footsteps run after you. ‘Fuck’ A strong arm holds on your shoulder. You quickly turn around and slap Ajax’s hand away.
“Don’t touch me.” You sternly say as you look him dead in the eyes. He chuckles nervously as he removes his hand from your shoulder.
“Its been a while huh? you still look as great as ever.” he said with an abnormal grin on his face. ‘First of all I look like shit right now second of all why are you deciding to talk to me now?’
“Uh, i’m not in the mood right now Aja-Tartaglia.” You say refusing to make eye contact. Tartaglia smirks with a teasing look, he seemed satisfied with the way you’re so used to saying his name.(girl bye im cringing) Ajax glances at the Fire-Water in your hand.
“Woah there, you sure you want to drink that? I mean even my strength can’t handle a bit of Fire-Water.”
“Then I must be stronger than you Tartaglia Number 11 of The Fatui Harbingers.” Your eyebrows furrow as you teasingly smile at the harbinger.
“Oh? Is that a challenge?”
“Yes, it’s a challenge.”
Ajax and You have a full on battle on who can take the most Fire-Water. But in the end you both failed because all you guys could take was one bottle. Your head slammed on the table from the overwhelming amount of vodka you’ve drank. Ajax tried to pour another glass of Fire-Water but he just couldn’t.
“Ughh…why did you make me do this…you idiot..” You grumble as you try to lift yourself up. Your head felt heavy and heat kept emitting from your cheeks. Ajax chuckles from the angry look on Y/n’s face.
“You’re so cute.” Y/n scrunches their nose at the comment Ajax made. Ajax got up from his seat to sit on the other side with Y/n.
“Ajax what are you doing?” He lifts his hand to hold your cheek. ‘what’s he doing..’ Ajax stares longingly in your eyes. ‘his eyes..they’re really pretty’ Y/n started to blush even more than they already are. Ajax goes in to kiss Y/n, and before he could pull away Y/n holds his face in place. Ajax was a bit taken aback but he wasn’t complaining. Your soft lips crash against his rough lips. You miss this feeling. The feeling of comfort from your ex lover. The way he touched you, the way he kissed you, the way he comforted you. You missed it all. Even if he hurt you in the end Y/n longed for the touch and love of Ajax. Tears started to form in your eyes as you and Ajax desperately kissed each.
You and Ajax finally pull apart, both of you panting from the suffocating kiss. Ajax notices the tears rolling down your cheeks. He softly kisses them away.
“Why don’t we continue this at my place.”
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I‘m just gonna slide in here and kindly ask for Boba + holiday getaway 🥺👉🏻👈🏻
Mountain Getaway
Summary: Boba treats you to a lakeside vacation, your first one since you were a child.
Pairing: Boba Fett x F!Reader
Word Count: 1306
Warnings: Smut, oral M! receiving
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni
A/N: This one doesn't feel as good as yesterdays, but I might be over thinking it. I'm probably over thinking it.
“Are you enjoying yourself, cyare?” Boba asks, his voice amused as he watches you balance on a stone wall, and he offers you his hand as you come to the end of the wall.
You grin at him, “Give me a break, I haven’t been on vacation in…ever?” You take his hand and hop down to the ground, sure that Boba would never let you get hurt.
“I know, that's why I paid for this.” Boba replies with a small grin, and then he spins you, and you release a delighted laugh before you twirl into his arms, your arms sliding up around his neck.
“Imagine being rich enough to afford to go on vacation,” You joke.
“I am rich enough to afford vacations, cyare. Not everyone is a starving artist.” Boba says as he holds you tightly.
“I’m not starving!”
“Only because I give you a weekly allowance for food.” He kisses you quickly, “Now, we’re never going to make it to our destination by nightfall if we don’t hurry.”
You give him a very innocent look, and he lightly taps the tip of your nose, “Don’t give me that look. We both know I’m right.”
“I know, I know. There’s just so much to see!” You thread your fingers with Boba’s and lay your head on his shoulder, “Okay, I’m done being distracted, lead the way!”
“You’ll be distracted again the moment you see a pretty flower.” Boba replies dryly.
You pout at him.
“Luckily, I love that about you.” Boba finishes with a fond smile as he brings your joined fingers to his lips and kisses them. And then he tugs you back to the path. “It’s also fortunate that we’re not far from where we’re supposed to be going.”
“You rented us a cabin?” you ask as you allow him to lead you down the path.
“A lake house, actually.” He leads you a little further up the path and then motions to a medium sized house sitting down the path, sitting almost right on the water.
“Ooh,”
“I had to pay extra to get a house located in just the right place to be able to watch the sunrise from the bedroom,” Boba grumbles under his breath, though there’s a warmth in his gaze that suggests that he’s not half as upset as he might pretend.
“You didn’t have to do that,” You say as you look up at him adoringly.
“Hm, to keep you looking at me like that, cyare, I’d do a lot more.” Boba replies honestly.
You duck your head, still a little shy even after over a year of dating, “I don’t look at you in any specific way.” You mumble.
“I disagree,” His fingers are light against your jaw, effortlessly encouraging you to focus your gaze on him again, “Come on, let’s get to the house and take a look at what we got.”
“Alright.” You agree, and the pair of you fall into a comfortable silence as you walk the remaining distance to the house.
It’s bigger than you thought, almost too big for two people, though it’s not as though you’re moving in, you’re only renting the place for a week. Boba explains that food has already been delivered, as have all of their clothes for the week, though you’re only half listening.
Because when you went upstairs, you saw that there’s a firepit on the massive balcony, surrounded by a massive lounge sofa. Massive in the sense that you could probably lay on one next to Boba and still have space to move around.
“Boba?” You call to the bedroom, where you can hear him stripping his armor off, “Can we light this?”
“What’s ‘this’?” Boba asks as he steps out of the bedroom only in the bottom part of his under suit. He follows your voice to the balcony and a slow smile crosses his face when he sees the fire pit, “Of course we can, cyare.” He kisses your temple, “Let me finish changing, and I’ll get started.”
“Thank you, Boba.” You reply cheerfully.
“You’re welcome, love.”
Half an hour later, you’re curled against him, half watching the fire dance cheerfully in the fire pit, and half watching the stars appear in the sky. Boba is reading something on his datapad, and you’re pretty sure that it’s work related, so you don’t even consider peeking at it.
No, instead you twist your body and press your face against his neck, and your lips travel to the spot just under his ear that you know drives him insane, and you press a light kiss against that spot. And then you, very gently, nibble on the same spot, and Boba groans.
You hear him set the datapad to the side, and a small grin crosses your lips as he wraps his arms tightly around you, tugging you so that you’re laying on top of him, “Is my perfect girl feeling neglected?” Boba rumbles in your ear.
You turn your head against his shoulder so you’re able to look at him, a small, almost innocent, smile on your lips, “Not neglected,” You correct, “Just wanted your attention.”
He hums in reply, and his hands drag down your body, pressing you firmly against him, “Well, you have my attention, cyare. What are you going to do with it?”
You blink at him, “I dunno, I didn’t think this far ahead.”
Boba chuckles and you smile softly, “I have an idea,” He murmurs. His hands, which had just been lazily wandering your body, start moving with more purpose, as he tugs and slides your clothing, until you’re totally naked, and still laying on top of him.
You flush slightly, “Boba, someone could see.” You whisper.
Boba’s hands settle on your ass and he squeezes firmly enough that you squeak, “Let them. They’ll know that I’m a lucky bastard,” He crashes his lips against yours, one of his hands settling on the back of your neck to hold you tightly against him.
His free hand slides over your thighs, and then dips between your legs to slide along your folds, and you gasp out his name in surprise.
“I think you like the idea of getting caught, cyare,” Boba whispers in your ear, “My sweet, shy girl,” His finger dips between your folds and a smug smile crosses his face when he finds you already wet, so he takes a moment to ease a single digit inside you, “You like the idea of letting people see that you’re mine.”
You whimper even as you clench around his finger, and he chuckles as he slowly pulls his finger out and brings it to his lips to lick it clean.
He groans in pleasure, “You taste amazing, cyare.”
Boba considers you for a moment, your eyes hazy and your lips parted as you breathe a bit heavier than normal, and he smiles slowly. He lightly taps your hips, to move you to the side for long enough that he’s able to peel his own clothes off. And then he smirks when he sees how your gaze lingers on his hard cock.
“What do you want, cyare?” He asks lightly.
You flicker your gaze to meet his, “Can I taste you?” You ask.
His hand settles in your hair, “Always. It’s adorable that you still feel the need to ask though.”
You slide down his body and lightly grip the base of his cock, “You never know, you might say no sometime.”
“Not to you,” Boba replies easily, a heavy groan falling from him as you trail your lips down his length, not taking him in your mouth just yet, but working your way up to it.
And, as you take his length in your mouth, you can’t help but think that this is the start to an excellent vacation.
#star wars#star wars legends#boba fett x reader#boba x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#18+ fic#clone thirsting#answered asks
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As promised here's a snippet from A Hand to Reach For aka my "there was only one bed" abo fic.
Rn I'm starting on chapter 3, so it's good progress, consider I was at 2k only 3 days ago. Maybe I can actually finish it soon, who knows...
Hope you enjoy!
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“Tobirama-san?”
“Hm?” Tobirama hummed distractedly in response as he turned his head to glance at Madara. They had decided to stop for a moment to eat something and Tobirama must have spaced out at some point. The other man was sitting only a few paces away from him, an open bento in his lap.
An embarrassed flush crept up Tobirama's cheeks. “I’m sorry. Did you… Do you need something from me, Madara-sama?” He hurried to say, hating how stilted and awkward he sounded.
“No, not really. I just… You haven’t touched your food in a while, is all,” Madara said, indicating the bento in Tobirama’s own lap which was indeed only partially eaten. “Is it not to your liking?”
Tobirama’s cheeks darkened even further, the blush spreading to his neck. Despite changing his own mind about Madara, he was probably on the right track to make the man hate him by being unforgivably rude.
“I… that’s not—” He stumbled over his words for a moment as he instinctively pulled the bento closer. “I was just… I was lost in thought. It’s very good. I, I apologise. I meant no offence.”
Madara blinked at him owlishly, clearly a bit taken aback. “I’m not offended…?” He said, posing it more like a question. “I was just wondering if perhaps I made you something you didn’t enjoy. Hashirama wasn’t the most helpful with your likes and dislikes, I’m afraid.”
If his grip on the bento wasn’t vice-like and if he didn’t absolutely refuse to let even one grain of rice in it go to waste, Tobirama would have surely dropped the box in shock at what Madara had just said.
“You— You made this? For me?”
“Of course I did,” Madara told him as if it was obvious. “I could hardly have you eat a ready meal and those ratios that are usually given out are rather… Well, they are disgusting, is what they are.”
It was of course a fair point. The standard provision packs offered to shinobi going on out-of-village assignments were despicable. Plain, flavourless mush with rice on the side that checked all the proper nutrition boxes at the expense of taste. It was honestly better to skip it and go straight into eating the Akimichi energy bars instead. They did have a bit of a weird aftertaste, but at least they didn’t make anyone actively sick to their stomach.
Still, avoiding these didn’t exactly answer why Madara had felt the need to cook Tobirama food, never mind something that was tailored to Tobirama’s peculiar palate.
“Why?” Tobirama asked and then hurried on to add, “Not that I don’t appreciate it! Because I do! I just… I don’t understand?”
Madara snorted, clearly amused by Tobirama’s bumbling. “It’s not very complicated,” he said, the corners of his mouth lifting into a barely-there smile, “You are Hashirama’s brother and Jin-chan’s friend. It makes you a member of my pack by default.”
Tobirama’s eyes widened. “Oh. And that’s why you would—?”
“Yeah, pretty much,” Madara confirmed. He seemed awfully nonchalant about this. “It’s part of my protective instincts. Whenever I go on missions with my packmates, I make them food they like, pack the things they could potentially need, make sure they feel well… Helps me stay focused, I suppose.”
Tobirama nodded slowly. “It… makes sense,” he said after a moment. And it did, very much so. Tobirama was just shocked to realise that all of this included him as well.
“And you are alright with it?” Madara asked. “You seem a little—”
“Yes, it’s fine,” Tobirama hurried to say. No matter how surprised he was, he didn’t want Madara to feel bad about doing something so nice. It was just his own insecurity getting in the way, nothing else. “Grilled fish is my favourite, actually. So thank you.”
Madara’s smile widened at that, the expression surprisingly heartwarming. “Ah, I’m glad to hear it,” he said. “Can I ask what else you like?”
“Sure. There’s just… There’s not much?” Tobirama could feel his face warming up in embarrassment. His eating habits had been a subject of jokes in his family for far too long to make him comfortable talking about them. “I just… My cousin, Touka. She likes to say I’m a picky eater and, well, um…”
“She’s onto something?” Madara finished for him, his smile turning into a full-on grin.
Tobirama shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe? I think I just have strong preferences. I just… I don’t see the reason to eat things I don’t enjoy, so I don’t eat them, that’s all.”
Madara hummed thoughtfully in response. “I get it. Food should be enjoyed. It’s not yet another chore to be completed, is it?” He said before adding, “But now I do need to know what you like to eat, Tobirama-san. The curiosity might just kill me otherwise.”
If Tobirama sniggered at that, it was his own business.
Who knew Uchiha Madara actually had a sense of humour?
#mdtb#madatobi#tobimada#madara#tobirama#wip#work in progress#there was only one bed au#a/b/o au#naruto#naruto founders#lossie writes
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