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doitforbangchan · 4 months

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Not laughing now - Seungmin

@kpopgurl78 left a comment asking for dom Seungmin so here you go! hope you enjoy

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Seungmin x reader (afab)

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, Harddom! seungmin, Mean! Seungmin, oral (m receiving), fingering, subspace, crying, choking, spanking, nerf guns, fluff, pet names , cursing

WC: 2.5k

Not proof read :)

MDNI 18+

Bugging Seungmin was your favorite pastime. Not like he didn't deserve it, it felt like you could barely get a moment's peace with him around. Your boyfriend was notorious for messing with people and you were no expectation.

Currently he was sitting on the couch on his laptop, doing some work for Chan, preparing for the next comeback. His headphones were on, perfect. He couldn’t hear you creeping around - nerf gun in hand. His favorite way to mess with you.

He was so focused on what he was doing he didn’t see what you were doing. If he had looked up for even a second he would have seen you shimmy against the wall and duck behind the chair.

You peered around, took aim, and fired. Hit the shoulder! The little foam bullet bounced right off.

Seungmin jumped at the sudden contact, he obviously was not expecting the hit. He lowered his headphones and his eyes searched for the source of the attack, scanning the room until he laid eyes on your foot that was unhidden peeking out from behind your hiding place.

“Y/n” His voice was stern, seemingly not pleased with your shenanigans. You didn’t move, choosing to remain hidden. “I am being so for real right now, cut your shit out. I have to get this done or Hyung will be pissy. Only warning.” He put his headphones back over his ears and turned his attention back to his laptop with a furrow in his brow.

A moment passed before you looked at him again, wanting to ensure he was back to being focused on his task. You debated your options. You could go back to your room and wait for him- or you could test your luck and fire another shot. ‘He did seem pretty mad about the first one ‘ you thought. ‘Fuck it.’

You aimed up another shot at your boyfriend, and fired. This time landing a forehead shot.

Seungmin ripped his headphones off his head and tossed the laptop to the couch next to him, rising to his feet. He trained his eyes on your form and stalked over to you with heavy footsteps.

He stopped right next to you with a look of pure fury and when you went to give him your best puppy dog eyes his hand suddenly shot out and grabbed your neck, hauling you up to be face to face with him. Dropping the nerf gun your hands grabbed his wrist in fear, eyes wide at his actions. Yeah he was rough with you usually, but this felt different. Felt dangerous.

Seungmin brought your faces close together as he seethed, “You think your being fucking funny? Now I’m gonna show you just how funny I am, little girl.”

Before you could squeak out a response he crashed his mouth into yours, capturing your lips. When you started to reciprocate his advances he shocked you again by sucking your lips into his mouth and biting down on them.

You squealed at the pain and tried to pull your head back but his grip on your neck tightened keeping you against him. You were not moving unless he allowed it.

“Minnie” You muffled against his lips, gasping at the lack of air.

“Dont fucking ‘minnie’ me.” He growled out. “ I told you to knock it off and you chose to not listen. Now you will take your punishment and I don't want to hear any complaints coming out of your mouth. What's your safeword?” He eased up his grip so you could answer.

“H-Honey bun.” You wheezed out.

He smirked, pleased with your answer. “ That's right. Use it if you need to.” He gave you another harsh kiss, teeth clashing. “ Now be a good slut and get on our bed, clothes off, face down ass up.” He released you from his hold and almost fell to the floor when he shoved you off of him.

You scrambled away from him, down the hall and into your bedroom. Quickly shedding your clothes you contemplated the choices that led you to this moment. You knew he was frustrated, you knew he told you to stop, you knew he wouldn’t just let it slide. That wasn’t Seungmins style. He always had to be in control, always had to have the last laugh. Well, it looks like you're not laughing now.

Maybe you’re just as fucked up as him though, or you wouldn’t have this growing wetness between your legs. There was something so hot about your boyfriend when he was being a hard dom. He was always the dominant one in your relationship but this just seemed on another level.

Nevertheless you did as instructed, now naked you presented yourself to him, with your face against the soft sheets. You must have been lost in your thoughts as you didn’t hear him come into the bedroom, only felt the sudden sharp sting against your ass from his palm. The force was so hard it caused a scream to rip from you, your hands death gripping the sheets to keep you steady.

“Shut up. You can take it.” His voice was harsh as he spoke, you could almost see the contempt on his face. His palm came down again on your butt just as painfully as the last but thankfully you were expecting it. His warm hand lightly smoothed over the smacked area but not long enough for you to enjoy it, only long enough for him to feel the heat radiating off of the reddened skin.

He smacked each cheek, alternating between the two for each slap. It hurt so bad. Never had he ever hurt you like he is now, the blows seeming to never end. You couldn’t stand it, unable to hold yourself up anymore and now laying front side down on the bed. It was so intense.

But

It also turned you on. You could feel yourself get wetter and wetter after each and every slap. Fuck all you wanted was to be touched, you knew he could be sweet when he wanted and you craved just an ounce from him.

There was a steady stream of tears cascading down your cheeks. The salty liquid wetting the sheets under your face, as well as the drool leaking from your mouth. You were already a mess.

Seungmin stood behind you admiring the dark red hand prints he was leaving on your body, he could see you tremble after each hit and he loved it. He never thought he would get to be this mean to you- didn’t think you could take it- but you had pushed him to the brink of destruction with your antics. Maybe he should give you a moment's rest, though. He didn’t want to break his toy too early. He let one hand gently rub the bruising skin, while the other slithers its way around to the front of your body. One finger deftly swiped through your folds and he felt just how much you enjoyed his actions.

A gasp escaped you at his actions then a moan when you felt his finger.

“P-p-please Minnie, I ne-” You were cut off when he slipped that same finger into you while at the same time cracking the other hand down for one more harsh slap. You didn’t know whether to cry or moan so you did both, burying your face further into the bed.

Without removing his finger from within you he yanked your ass back and up, raising your hips. His pelvis - still clad in his jeans- gyrated roughly against your abused skin. At the contact you tried to escape him, attempting to climb further up the bed . Seungmin let out a cackle at your attempt as he gripped your hip to stop you, adding another finger into your hole and curling them up to hit that special spot.

“Oh no baby you are not going anywhere.” He tutted at you, rutting harder and then let out a small moan himself. “You know, if you had been good, I may have been sweet to you tonight.” Lies. You both knew it. “But instead you wanted to push my patience. So now you're getting treated like the slut we both know you are.”

He leaned his face close to your ear, panting slightly, “ You knew I was frustrated with my work, I told you to knock it off but you didn’t fucking listen. What do you have to say for yourself?”

You mumbled into the sheets “ ‘m so”- hiccup- “so sorry Minnie. Sorry. ‘M sorry.”

“Yeah?” He bit your ear, “ Prove it.” He took his hands off of you and backed away just enough to give you space to turn around.

You immediately flipped around so you were facing him, still on your stomach. With trembling hands you reached up and started to unbutton his pants. You risked a glance up at his face. He was biting his lip, glaring down at you with lust in his eyes. He noticed you looking at him and asked you condescendingly “What the fuck are you looking at?”

“ You’re so pretty, minnie.” You answered honestly. He really was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. You were beyond attracted to him the second you met him.

A red blush appeared on Seungmins face, he was not expecting something so nice to come out of you, especially with how mean he’s being to you. He scoffed as to diffuse his embarrassment.

“Whatever, just suck my cock.”

You nodded and continued to remove his pants and boxers from his thighs. The second his dick was free you wrapped your mouth around it and hollowed your cheeks, getting right to work pleasuring him.

Seungmin threw his head back and let out a groan, his hand coming to wrap itself in your hair but not stopping your actions. You sucked him like it was your job, trying to please him and hopefully get something in return.

There was a piece of you starting to show itself, begging to take over. You were falling into subspace and falling quickly. This wasn't new since you’ve been with Seungmin. He was always the dominant one and that's the way he liked it. Just like he liked his woman submissive to him. Though he will admit it added a little spice when you acted up.

There was drool escaping the sides of your mouth as you blew him, he was getting soaked from you. He could not help the sounds that escaped him. Your hand came up to fondle his balls, rolling them in your palm.

Fuck he needed you, now.

He roughly pushed you off of him and you looked up at him with those sparkling eyes, tears still on your lash line.

“Get on your back and spread your legs.”

You did as he said; flipping over and letting your thighs part for him to see your core. Seungmin could clearly see just how ready you were for him, your pussy letting out clear streams of your arousal.

He clicked his tongue at the sight. “ Wow I was right you are a slut, look how fucking wet you are from the slightest bit of attention.”

“Only for you, minnie.”

He moaned out loud at your words, crawling up to hover above you. He was still fully dressed, minus his cock out, while you were completely naked. Another one of his power plays to assert dominance over you.

“Off please.” You tugged on his shirt.

He rolled his eyes but pulled the garment off and flung it on the floor.

He lined himself up to your hole, giving you a passionate kiss. He wasted no time before he shoved himself into your core, while also shoving his tongue in your mouth. Your hands found his shoulders, nails digging into the skin there. He knew from how hard you were digging he would have bloody indents but he didn’t care. In fact he hoped he would bleed for you.

He gave you one second to adjust before beginning a punishing pace, thrusting in and out with no care for your body.

“F-fuck baby. Pussy so good to me, sucking me right in.”

You moaned in response, the sound coming out high pitched and whiney.

“Fucking made for me. Born to take my cock, weren't you?” When you didn’t answer his open palm came up and slapped your face, not enough to really hurt you but enough to leave a light sting behind. “Answer me. Now.”

“Yes! Was made for you and only you!” You cried, the pleasure over taking you, thighs shaking. “P-please minnie need more!” You begged.

“So greedy.” He quipped before lowering his hand to where you were joined - never slowing his pounding into you- and circled your little bundle of nerves with the calloused pads of his fingers. You clenched hard around him at the contact and he went cross eyed momentarily at the sensation.

“Fuck, baby you’re gonna make me cum.” He breathed out and you only moaned. “You want that? Want me to cum inside your tight little pussy?”

You nodded dumbly, mouth open with a constant stream of whimpers escaping. You yourself were about to combust.

“Knew my little slut would want me to paint her insides. Come on baby let me have it. Gimme all you got.”

His words set you off, an explosion erupting inside you as you came. A scream left your mouth and you clenched hard.

“Oh my fucking GOD.” Seungmin followed right after you, unable to contain it any longer as you squeezed the life out of his dick. You could feel the warmth of his orgasm filling you to the brim, every centimeter covered in him.

Your body was shaking, riding out one of the best orgasms of your life, when Seungmin laid gentle pecks across your face, kissing away the tears as they fell.

“M-min…” You cried out but he only shushed you and caressed your hips.

“ ‘m here, pup. ‘M not goin anywhere.” He cooed. “Did so good for me. I love you so much.”

“Love you too.”

You were still latched onto him, needing the comfort he provided. You held him against you demanding he lay on top of you. He did, knowing what you needed from him. Knowing you needed your sweet Minnie now.

After a few minutes you were able to stop shaking and control your breathing, releasing your hold on the boy. He gave you one more kiss on your forehead before rolling off of you and to his feet, tucking himself back into his pants.

“Stay here baby, I'll get something to clean you up.” He swiftly went to the bathroom and came back with a warm washcloth. Your loving boyfriend used it to clean you up before throwing it into the bathroom somewhere and returning to bed. He found his place behind you and spooned you, cradling you in his arms. You let out a hiss as he made contact with your severely tender ass. Seungmin would put some ointment on it later.

“My good girl. Did you learn your lesson?” He asked sweetly, almost sickeningly.

“Mmhmm. Won’t bother you when you're working again.” You mumbled out.

He smiled against your hair and left a kiss there. He knew you would mess up again one day and he could not wait to punish you again.

But for now, he will treat you as he always does, your loving boyfriend.

a/n; Totally could have gotten carried away here lol hope yall enjoy! as always comments and reblogs are appreciated <;3

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viking-raider · 1 month

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Syverson Family War

Summary-> You've just gotten off a 12-hour shift at the hospital, only to return home and get swept up into a Syverson Family War, between your husband and three children.

Pairing-> Austin "Sy" Syverson/Reader

Word Count-> 3.2k

Warnings-> PG: FLUFF, Cotton Candy Fluff, Light Teasing, Soft!Sy, SAHD!Sy, Nurse!Reader

Inspiration-> This Instagram Video (If this isn't Sy vibes, idk who Sy is!)

Author’s Note-> This is a work of Fiction!

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You were more than excited to be home after a nearly twelve hour shift at the hospital. Your back throbbed and your feet were screaming at the top of their arches from running up and down the ER department. You didn’t not even bother gathering up your tote of stuff, as you got out of your car, since you had the next two days off. So, they would wait until a two hour long bubble bath and a nap with eternity.

But upon entering your modest, two story Ranch house, you were bombarded by silence. Your eyes narrowed as they scanned the dining room to your left and living room to your right, ears pricking up for the slightest movement from the bedrooms upstairs.

Something was clearly off. It was almost never this quiet in the Syverson household.

There was always some sort of ruckus or chaos in motion. Your husband blasting music in the garage, where he had set up a small work-out area or telling off whatever game was playing on the enormous tv in the living room. If it wasn’t Sy, it was a combination of your three kids. Your two boys wrestling each other over a toy or giggles, or your daughter discovering a new, little critter from the backyard and bringing it in, before promptly losing it. Or all three kids getting into mischief with each other somehow.

But when it was silent, you knew there were real shenanigans afoot.

You drew in a deep breath, mustering what energy you had left inside yourself, for Syverson Madness. “Guys! I’m home!” You called out, swinging the front door shut with a little more strength than usual, as you moved a step deeper into the powderkeg. “What are you nuts up to?” You mumbled to yourself, moving towards the living room, still trying to keep yourself alert for any kind of trap or scare.

Little good it did, as a strong hand suddenly grabbed your elbow and yanked you backwards into the dark portal of the laundry room door, with a yelp. The hand shifted to your mouth and the door closed with a soft click.

“Ssshh.” Sy cooed at you, moving his hand away. “Gotta keep quiet, Sugar Butt.” He chuckled at you.

You could hear the smirk on his bearded face, before he clicked on the tactical flashlight he was carrying. You looked him over in the dim light, discovering him in his full Army tactical gear, minus his bare feet. He even sported his night vision goggles clipped to his helmet.

“What in the he-” You were about to demand, scanning him again, but spotted one of your son’s Nerf Rifles strapped to his back. “Give me that!” You huffed, gobsmacked, as you took the light and started checking him and the laundry room out. “Good Lord, Almighty!” You laughed, shaking your head.

He had a Nerf pistol in his thigh holster, a pump gun on the dryer, a blaster beside that, and copious amounts of ammo on the washer, with pop grenades. Which you knew were filled with either baby powder or flour from the last time a Syverson War had been declared on the house.

You looked up at your husband, bottom lip trapped between your teeth for a moment. “How long has World War Syverson Seven been going?” You asked, completely amused by how lost Sy got into playing with your kids, and how much they loved it when he did.

Sy looked at his watch. “Since just after breakfast. Myles chose violence and shot Ada in the back, while she was trying to color a picture. Tears ensued, which caused Colt to declare revenge on Myles, in Ada’s name.”

“You got roped into this, how?”

“Ada got in on it, insisting she didn’t need a man to defend her honor…”

“That’s my girl.” You chuckled, smirking.

“It is.” Sy laughed back. “But, in defending her own honor, she shot me in the leg, while I was trying to get them to chill out.”

You nodded your head, seeing all the pieces fall into place. “Which, obviously, by the Syverson Code, requires you to defend your own honor.”

“Obviously, Angel!” Sy answered, faking outrage. “You should know that, after fifteen years!”

“Fifteen years, and I’m still jotting things down in the Syverson Code of Conduct booklet!” You laughed, shaking your head, there were a lot of things Sy lived and would die by.

They were many of the things that made your heart swell with love for the burly, ex-Army vet.

“So, how do I configure into this madness?”

“You just got home from a super long shift, Sugar.” He answered, brow pinching. “You’re an innocent bystander. I just had to save you before one of those hellions out there shot you.”

“My savior.” You cooed, pushing up on your toes and kissing him. “My back and arches appreciate you.”

“The Lair is off limits, per usual.” He informed you. “We just have to make it out of here and upstairs.”

“Quite the way.” You commented, mentally mapping your and Sy’s route out of the laundry room, through the living room and entryway, then finally up the stairs and home free to the master bedroom, which was referred to as the Lair, where you could rest without having to worry about the family war.

“All right, Captain, what’s the plan?”

He gave you the Syverson wink and reached over your head, there was a sharp click and from outside the laundry room, you heard the kids’ screech. Sy had thrown the power switch to the house, plunging it into the darkness. You chuckled, smirking, understanding his tactic now.

“Stay close.” He whispered to you, clicking his ammo to his vest on, before moving to the door. “The enemy is sneaky and uncivilized.” He said, pressing his body against it, listening carefully to the other side.

“Like their father.” You mumbled under your breath with a snort, huddling yourself against his back.

“I’d say more like their mama.” Sy commented back, reaching back to pop you on the bum, then slowly cracked open the door.

You shuffled out after him, casting glances over your shoulder every few seconds. It was easy going, getting through the living room. Sy had defended it mightily throughout the day, so the kids had become shy about entering their father’s domain. You trusted Sy to protect you, from everything, your kids included. Silly as that was to think.

“We have movement at 12!” Sy called out, catching your nine year old, Myles, through his night vision in his fort, consisting of the dining table and chairs that he was hunkered down underneath, belly crawling from one end towards the other, closing the gap between himself and the entryway. “He’s under the table. A sneaky little sniper boy.” He snickered, shouldering the Nerf-AR resting against his side.

You scrunched yourself up behind Sy’s wide and muscular back as Nerf Darts started whizzing by, striking the scuffed wood floor or sticking to the walls. Both Sy and Myles laughed maniacally as they shot at each other; tossing weak insults on top of it.

“Milk drinker!” Myles shouted, hustling to reload.

“Lizard eater!” Sy shot back, smirking.

“Now, boys!” You scolded weakly, snorting.

They continued their assault, Sy guiding you towards a pocket the bottom stairs provided coming down into the foyer, allowing you to take cover and him to shoot through the bars of the steps.

“Are you hit?” You asked, playing along with the game.

“Nothing I’ll die from.” He answered, reloading his weapons. “But, you can be a good nurse and kiss them all better.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“That’s cheating!” Myles yelled out.

“Well, If I was over there, I’d do the same thing to you, Bud!” You called back, planting a kiss on Sy’s cheek, his well-groomed beard tickling your skin.

“An aid relief truce then?” Myles suggested, poking his head out from under the table.

“Certainly not!” Sy barked back, popping a Nerf dart off over his son’s head, sending him scurrying back into his fort. “She’s my nurse! I found her out wandering the battlefield, unprotected. If you wanted her to be your nurse, you should have found her first, yourself!”

“I almost did! Before you kidnapped her!” Myles huffed, hotly. “You’re holding her hostage!” He suddenly insisted. “Don’t worry, Mama. I’ll rescue you!”

“Oh my, a hostage situation.” You sighed, licking your lips. “I appreciate your devotion, son.”

“Ha.” Sy scoffed, shaking his head. “I don’t think so, boy. I’m escorting this lovely lady to the Lair.”

As Sy and Myles argued over who was going to have the pleasure of accompanying you upstairs, you caught a slight movement behind you and Sy, lurking in the darkness of the living room; moving slowly. It vanished behind the couch, and for a moment you thought it was just Aika, but when something popped up over the back of the couch, then quickly ducked down again, you were then positive it wasn’t the old girl. But your Daddy’s girl, Ada. Of all the children, six year old Ada was the most like her father. She’d been attached to Sy’s hip from the moment she left your womb. Hanging on Sy’s every word, movement and action, that sometimes it spooked you.

So, watching her stealth around in the dark of the living room was both impressive, amusing and a tad terrifying. Especially since you knew the little hellion was coming for revenge on her father and brother. There were no alliances between them during a Syverson war. You were the only ally allowed to go between the four of them. Mending wounds, mostly pretend ones, but sometimes there were real ones. Sometimes, you’d team up with one of them, to take on the other three.

“On your six! In the living room, babe!” You warned, snagging the Nerf pistol from Sy’s thigh holster as he reacted, purely by instinct, removing one of his baby powder pop grenades, tossing it behind him without looking, trusting your instruction.

Ada startled, surprised that you had noticed her, followed by a cloud of baby powder obscuring her view. She came to a halt, upon hurdling the back of the couch, in an attempt to overtake you and Sy. You took aim and fired, the Nerf dart hitting her square in the chest.

“Nice shot, hon.” Sy nodded, patting your leg, then called out to his daughter. “Sorry, Cricket, but that’s a kill shot.” He told her, his voice soft, but uncompromising.

Ada huffed, pressing her lips together. “Not fair, Mama isn’t supposed to shoot us! She doesn’t have anything to avenge!” She protested, crossing her arms.

Sy chuckled, cocking his head at her. “Mama has her own special rules in our Wars, you know that, Cricket.”

“I’ll come kiss it better, but you know Daddy’s five minute rule.” You chimed in, feeling bad about it, you honestly hadn’t meant to hit her, it was just a lucky shot.

But rules were rules. You could go and kiss her boo-boo better, allowing her to enter the War game again. However, Sy had made a rule that anyone hit with a Kill Shot had to be dead for at least five minutes, before you could render aid to them.

“All right.” Ada sighed, before flopping to the floor with a dramatic sound.

“Where were we?” Sy asked, then nodded. “Right, Myles, kindly allow me to escort my Nurse upstairs.”

“No deal, Pops.” Myles replied, shaking his head.

“Can I just go upstairs on my own?” You asked, peeking at your son through the spindles of the stairs.

Myles was quiet for a moment, considering. “Only if I get to keep you to myself for an hour!” He finally answered.

“Oh, he drives a hard bargain, that son of yours.” You teased Sy, tickling the back of his neck.

“That he does.” Sy agreed, shivering, as he brewed over Myles' offer. “You can have her for thirty minutes!” He negotiated with him.

“Thirty minutes!” Myles barked in outrage.

“You have to go to bed in two hours, boy!” Sy reminded him.

“So, give her to me for an hour!”

You smirked and pressed your palm to the base of Sy’s neck, leaning in close, your lips brushing against his ear, so only he could hear you. “Let him have me for the hour, Austin. I’ve been gone for twelve hours, and they have to go to bed in two. It’ll give me a little bit of time with them.” You reasoned with your husband. “We’ll have all night together after they're asleep, and the next two days, when they're at school.”

Sy nodded, rubbing his lips together. “You’re right.” He whispered back to you. “All right, you can have her for an hour, after you let her go upstairs and do what she pleases.”

A muffled yes came from the dining room. “Deal! You’re free to come out, Mama!”

“Thank God! I have to pee really bad.” You chuckled, kissing Sy, before scurrying out of your hiding place with him and started up the stairs, as you reached the top, you wondered where your middle child, Colt, was.

The seven year old was oddly missing in action the whole time the rest of you were battling and negotiating downstairs. As you reached the top, a cry filled the air, startling the life out of you, before a fury of Nerf darts peppered you all over.

“COLT!” You howled at the boy, dashing for your bedroom door and taking cover behind it.

“Colt Nero Syverson!” Sy’s voice called up the stairs. “You know the rules about firing upon your mother!”

“I’m sorry, Mama.” Colt’s soft voice whimpered in the dark to you. “I didn’t know it was you.”

“It’s fine, little man.” You sighed, rubbing a hand over your face. “Just mind yourself.”

“Okay, Ma.” He smiled, ducking back into his hiding place; his room.

“Oh, this family.” You sighed again, closing the door and rushing for the en suite, tugging off your shoes as you went. “Ooo.” You cooed, enjoying the feeling of the icy tile on your bare, throbbing feet.

Bladder empty, you splashed some cool water in your face, then got out of your nursing scrubs, replacing them with a comfortable pair of shorts and a tank top. You laid down on your and Sy’s enormous bed, dozing off for a couple minutes before getting back up to fulfill the promises you made to Ada and Myles.

“Colt, I’m coming out, please don’t shoot me.” You called through the crack you opened in the bedroom door.

“Okay, Mama!” He called back.

Coming out of the room, you stood at the top of the stairs, but frowned and turned, heading down to Colt’s room. “What are you doing, buddy?” You asked, peeking around the doorframe, seeing he had made a little barricade and was hunkered down behind his bed. “Why haven’t you come down to challenge your dad, brother and sister?”

“Oh, I have, Ma!” He answered, his smile showing off the two front teeth he lost a month before. “I’m just waiting for the most opportune time to go back downstairs to finish off whoever is left.” He sat up on his bed a little more, eyeing you. “How many of them are left?”

You smirked at him, slyly. “You know I’m not allowed to give away information to someone, especially if I’m not teamed up with them, little man.”

“Poop.” He huffed, slapping his mattress and sitting back. “Do you wanna be on my team?” He asked, hopeful.

“Sadly, your Papa had to bargain me off to your brother for an hour, so I could go to the Lair and change.” You informed him, giving him a sympathetic smile. “But, how about this? When it’s bedtime, I’ll come and read to you, whatever you want.”

“Eragon!” He gasped, enthralled again.

“Deal.”

“Deal!”

“All right, wee man, if I don’t see you before then, I’ll see you at bed time.” You cooed at him.

You headed back downstairs, pausing on the middle landing. “I’m coming downstairs, don’t shoot!” You announced to Sy and Myles.

“All clear!” They both called back.

You joined them downstairs, finding them just as you left them.

“Mommy, can I be alive again?” Ada called to you from her spot behind the couch.

“Yes, love, I’m coming right now to fix your boo-boo.” You replied, crossing the entryway and leaned over her, placing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “There, sweet girl. All healed and alive again. Off you trot. Why don’t you watch a movie on your tablet, until bedtime?”

“Thanks, Mama!” She giggled, hugging your waist, then ran off.

With your daughter resurrected, you joined Myles in the dining room, and despite the soreness in your body, got under the table with him. “Just you, Colt and your Papa now, big man.” You told him, propping your head up on your hand. “Tough crowd.”

“But I got you, Mama.” Myles countered. “You can heal all my wounds.”

“Mm, that I can.” You nodded, casting your eyes past the table legs and made out Sy’s outline. “But, that’s about all the energy I’ve got for you. Bringing your sister back to life took a lot out of me. So, I can’t help you fight either of them.”

“That’s fine. I can finish them.”

You reached out and brushed your fingers through his tamed, black curls. “I have all the faith in the world in you, my sweet boy.” You cooed at him, lovingly.

“Moooom!” He groaned, rolling his eyes.

“Time’s wastin’, kid!” Sy called out.

“You stay here, mom. I’m gonna sneak around.” Myles said, wiggling back up the table towards the back entry of the kitchen.

“I’ll be here.” You replied, propping your head up on your hand, eyes drooping for a moment.

At least, you thought it was for a moment, until you felt a pair of strong hands grab your ankles and yanked you out from underneath the table, startling you awake from the nap you dozed into.

“Jesus.”

“Naw, just me, Angel.” Sy grinned, helping you up.

“Where’s Myles?” You asked, rubbing at the sleep in your eyes and noticing he wasn’t in his tactical gear anymore, but just a pair of shorts.

“Out cold in bed.” He answered, steadying you with his hands on your hips.

“But…” You frowned, glancing at the stairs over your shoulder.

“Colt came down not long after Myles tried sneaking around me through the kitchen.” Sy explained to you, a proud little glint in his blue eyes. “Took out both of us, the little rascal.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “We found you asleep and they understood you had a long day, and would spend time with them tomorrow, after they came home from school.”

You pressed your forehead against his chest. “What in the world would I do without you?” You cooed, sighing heavily.

“I don’t know what we would do without you.” He replied, encasing you in his muscular arms and resting his chin on top of your head, rocking gently. “Let’s go to bed, love.” He whispered, scooping you up off your sore feet and carried you upstairs, to bed.

You moaned softly, sinking into the mattress as Sy tossed the blankets over you and kissed your temple, before joining.

#henry cavill #henrycavill #viking-raider fics #Syverson #captain syverson #syverson x reader #syverson fluff #cpt syverson #syverson fanfiction #Austin Syverson #Syverson x You #Syverson Family War #Syverson Family War *fic*#Stay at Home Dad!Sy #Soft!Sy #Nurse!Reader

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HOT UNDER THE HELMET | Poe Dameron x Mechanic!Reader

Request: Hi, would you mind writing for Poe Dameron where Poe accidentally injures the reader (whose a mechanic), which is how they meet for the first time. And would you mind using the dialogue prompt “Oh, oh my god! It was an accident! I’m so sorry!”?

Description: Poe finds out the hard way the best mechanic in the resistance is also most beautiful woman he’s ever seen; too bad you’re so hot headed.

word count: 1.5k

trigger warnings: sexism, fire, women in stem facing problems even in space (because ofcourse they do).

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As much as you would love to admit times of war made people more benevolent towards each other, you’d be dead wrong. Not only had you been one of the only females in the resistance who knew her way around a wrench, but as it also turned out, not even the risk of dying could pull a males head out of his arse.

You heard snickering before you saw them. The other three mechanics in your squadron crowded around a starfighter, laughing to themselves as they watched you tinker with a leaky engine, your body strewn across a lying board as you worked above yourself, your tools against your foot.

Rolling out from underneath the ship, you paid them no mind as you searched for a screwdriver small enough to fit the flathead you needed removing. Scanning your work area, that you were proud to say you kept much neater than the blaster brained males you shared a space with, your brow furrowed when you saw your equipment nowhere to be seen.

“Looking for something?” You heard Zagg, one of the males, say, and you felt a rage boil up inside you at the smug look on their faces as you regarded them with a sweaty, pissed off expression.

“Where’d you boneheads put it?” You snapped, hauling yourself to your feet as you approached them hotly, your scowl only growing as they burst out laughing, “Real mature. The galaxy is going to bantha fodder, and you guys are hiding my tools,”

“You know, if you need help from someone who knows what they’re doing, you could just ask,” The tallest of the trio, Bran, goaded you, a smarmy smile on his face as he watched your cheeks puff with exhaustion, whirling around to charge up to him, no matter if you did have to turn your neck upwards to confront the pig of a male.

“Why don’t you pick on someone your own size, instead of going after little girls who make you look like rookies,” You hissed, eying up the other two who seemed to exchange a sneer, “Leia chose me herself, handpicked me from the academy. You three nerf herders got through on sheer size alone, and it’s obvious you feel the need to compensate everywhere else possible,”

You sauntered away, back towards the rear of the workshop where spare apparatus was kept, banging around the drawers with a foul mood, muttering about how useless the opposite sex was in times of crisis.

As if he had heard the call of a siren, Poe strolled into the hangar, fully suited with his helmet under his arm, an all too cheery smile on his face for the belly of the beast he was unknowingly heading straight for.

Catching the eye of one of the mechanics, a freakishly tall man that seemed to be chatting to the other two as they stood around an X-wing with a huge hole ripped into the body of it, he watched the worker drop his bitter face and regard him with raised eyebrows when he saw the chirpy pilot approach.

“General,” He nodded respectfully, though there was not a single trace of regard on his face. “You’ve come for your ship?”

“Leia said you had your best guy on it?” He said, almost missing the way the three of them nodded hesitantly, “She said it should be ready today,”

“Right this way, General Dameron,” The shorter, beefy one said, leading him away to a pristine looking starfighter, by far in the best shape he could see it being without it being brand new. He thought he caught a snigger behind him as the mechanic, whose oiled badge read as Kripply, took him over to the ship, “Why don’t you give her a whirl? As you said, we had our very best on the case,”

Poe looked at him with an odd mix of a smile and wariness as he couldn’t miss the devilish excitement the man looked at him with. Had he sat in paint again, he wondered. Finn had had a field day walking him around the entire compound with two white ass cheek marks on his suit, he wouldn’t put it past his co-pilot to try his luck again seeing as Poe had been the one to win at cards last night and had not so graciously rubbed his credits in the man’s face.

“Sure, let’s give this baby a whirl,” He said after a moment, his hair falling all over the place as he shoved his helmet over his thick, sable locks.

Maybe he had a case of bedhead, he wondered. Afterall, he’d not exactly been sober as he’d stumbled back to his room last night, his winnings buying him round after round of smuggled Corellian Whiskey.

He hopped up onto the wing, yanking himself into the cockpit that had been cleaned thoroughly, and he didn’t know why he ever doubted his repair team if this was the condition they left their vehicles in. The engine hummed to life as he flicked the tiny lever, and he couldn’t help but appreciate the oddly floral smell inside the small flight deck, and he wondered if they had gone so far as to spray freshener in there.

You had found a spare tightener that would fit the screw, the last thing that needed fastening up before the engine should be good to run, Leia’s general would be by any second now.

Rolling back under the vehicle, you tuned out the way Zagg cackled over the sound of an engine springing to life, you assumed their own, focusing on the tiny panel you had yet to cover the machinery with to protect the pilot from any stray blaster fire cutting the engine.

But no sooner had you settled on your back beneath the jet, your hand reaching up for the metal sheet, you heard the familiar rumble of oil being fired through the motor, the drums whirling as the ignition started and a short blast of heat hit you in the face.

You blanched as you knew that meant, knew what would come shooting out any second now. Heat always got kicked out of the engine first, the left over energy dishcharged out of the bottom grate. Because then came the fire as it sprung to life.

Your hand came up before you could think through what you were doing, the hard work you were unravelling in the interest of keeping your face intact, your brain from turning to crispy mush, as you yanked the oil pipe from where you’d connected it to the drum, the thick black liquid pouring over your entire body as you stumbled from out beneath the plane, just incase your plan hadn’t worked.

You heard the engine cut, the sound of the cockpit sliding open as someone cursed from above, and you were filled with a new wave of rage as two feet jumped from the wing above you, turning to the three men who watched with entertained chuckles.

“What happened, I thought you said-” Poe had started chewing out the males who didn’t seem to care all too much about the fact the jet had broken down, when he felt two hands shove him from behind, and he spun on his heel with annoyance.

His face dropped entirely when he saw you, covered head to toe in a thick, gunky oil, your nostrils flaring as you glared at him with a heat he had yet to see from a woman before.

Usually women were so receptive to his charming good looks. Not this one it seemed.

“What the kriff was that, man,” You yelled, shoving his chest again with your slimy hands, and he quickly put it together what had been the problem.

“What that me?” His brows flew into his hair line as you looked at him like he’d just learned there were stars in the sky, “Oh, maker! It was an accident! I’m so sorry!”

“Oh he’s sorry. Thank goodness he’s sorry,” You threw your arms up, wiping the oil away from your eyes with slippy hands, and Poe had no idea what to say for the best.

Though, he supposed telling you you were by far the prettiest woman he’d seen in moons was not the correct thing to go for, despite the fact it was the first thing he’d thought.

“I’m a decorated pilot, I would never intentionally-” He spluttered, but you had already turned away, heading towards a small work bench where a bunch of old, dirty rags lay, supposedly for hands only.

“You can decorate my ass, general. You’re waiting another week for that plane,” You seethed, barely regarding him over your shoulder.

And he stood there, speechless, because what was he supposed to say. No one had ever spoken down to him like that, not since he’d grown into his good looks and had women falling at his feet to be near him. Certainly not since he’d become leader.

You huffed past him, as he was rooted to the spot, jaw hung slack as you left the workshop, cursing him out clearly to yourself, and it was only then that he turned to the other three males who had watched him get his ass served to him with another round of sniggers. “Who in the maker was she?”

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron fanfiction #poe dameron imagine #poe dameron x you

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doccywhomst · 2 months

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hi! I wanted to do this on anon, but it would nerf the link, so here we go: link to pretty much every doctor who comic between 1964 and 2016, for the masterpost Index of /public/Comics/Doctor Who Collection (1964-2016)/ (the-eye.eu)

I know it looks a bit sketchy, but I downloaded a fair few from it and scanned them all, no viruses! tragically I was looking for the Missy comics and they're too recent for this 😭😭😭 but it will probably come in handy for someone else!! they have a LOT. like, even the og star beast comics and stuff like that

awesome resource, thank you!!! :D my collection has lots of gaps, this will help me fill in the blanks!

#doctor who comics #reference #resource #dweu

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lambertdiary · 9 months

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Hi I am absolutely in love with your writing and you make me fall for Dalton every post you make 😍 I was just wondering if maybe you could make one where he’s dating the reader and she’s a girly girl like maybe does cheer, wears skirts and loves dresses and all things pastel. What if it’s like the anniversary of Dalton and them so he tries to find a gift for her with Chris and he buys her like a really boyish gift (lego or nerf?) and chris is like “she’s gonna break up with you” but she actually loves it 🥰 I’m sorri if this is so long ;w; feel free ignore this request~

A/N: hey! sorry I haven't posted a proper fic in a few days but I have been a little busy and dealing with a major case of writer's block. So about the request... This is not exactly like anon asked, I think I got a little distracted but hopefully you will like it! Thanks anon for the kind words and for your request <3 Sorry it took so long to write but anyway. Enjoy!

Word Count: 1.7k+

Warnings: language, mentions of being drunk, fluff

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Building Love

Dalton has been preparing for their special day for a while. It was his first anniversary with Y/N and he’s sure he’s never been more nervous, but considering he has never been in a relationship before he thinks he has everything under control: dinner reservations at her favourite restaurant, a suit, a gift and even a rented car to drive to the town.

He just needed one last thing, wrap Y/N’s gift before their date. Dalton knocked on the door a couple of times before opening it and letting himself into Chris’ dorm. “Please, come in” She said sarcastically, sitting up in her bed.

“I need help” Dalton spoke in a desperate tone, looking at Chris with begging eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“I have Y/N’s gift in my room but I don’t know how to wrap it. I tried but it looks like an 8 year old did it”

“Oh right, I forgot today was your big day” Chris pushed herself from her bed “Do you have enough wrapping or do we need more?” She asked, walking out of her dorm willing to help Dalton.

“I bought a few rolls, just in case” They went to Dalton’s room in a hurry, he almost ran downstairs as Chris tried to stay close to him. Once he opened the door Chris looked around, scanning the floor covered in pink ripped paper, trying to find the gift she was about to wrap.

“What did you buy for her?” She asked when she couldn’t find it. Dalton walked to his bed to grab the gift and proudly showed it to his friend “A lego set? Really?” It was a huge box with a picture of a bookshop on it. It had over two thousand pieces and it looked like it would take a long time to assemble.

“Yeah, I thought we could build it together” Dalton replied, looking pleased with himself.

Chris on the other hand was expecting this to be some kind of joke, but her smile started to fade as she noticed Dalton’s serious expression “I hope you know she’s gonna break up with you”

“What? Why do you think that?” His demeanour changed completely at Chris’ words.

“Dalton, do you know Y/N?”

“I do. I know her better than you do, and I know her well enough to know that she’s gonna like this and that she’s not gonna break up with me… right?”

“And you couldn’t even get a girly one? Like the flowers or something like that?”

“What’s wrong with this one?” He looked at Chris waiting for a response, but she just gave him a look in total disbelief, waiting for him to understand what was wrong with it, but he didn’t.

Chris sighed as she took the box from Dalton’s hands “The gift wrap you bought is so… her and how do you think she’s gonna feel when she opens it to see… this”

“Chris, you’re not helping” Dalton said as he took it back. Chris wasn’t trying to make him feel bad, she just wanted to save his relationship.

“It’s just that… It is so easy to buy a gift for her. And you’re right, you know her better than anyone else which is why I expected something that screamed Y/N”

“This doesn’t just scream Y/N, it screams us. Okay? We met at the bookshop, and she’s gonna love this” Dalton was trying to convince himself at this point and honestly he just wanted her to drop the subject, this is not why he asked for her help anyway.

“I’m sorry, I’ll stop” And she truly was, but the last thing she wanted was to see her best friend with a broken heart, especially when she thought about how tragic it would be to be dumped on their anniversary.

Chris finally gave it up and proceeded with the wrapping. She took her time, almost as if she was making sure it looked like it was a lego set, but it was impossible with the overly pink wrap and ribbons.

In the meantime, Dalton was getting ready. He meticulously selected his suit weeks ago and he was carefully smoothing out any wrinkles, he needed to make sure every little detail was perfect. With a touch of cologne and a well fixed hair he examined himself in the big mirror, rings adding a hint of sophistication to his already charming being.

“I never thought I would see you wearing an actual suit” Chris said standing from the desk.

“Does it look good?” He asked her, looking at his hands wondering if the rings were too much.

“It does, she’s gonna die when she sees those” She said pointing at his hands. Chris grabbed the gift and gave it to him, wanting to avoid the whole discourse again. “Thanks. I should probably get going” She could see Dalton sweating, his usual nervous self but like ten times worse. Chris nodded and walked towards the door.

“Good luck” She said before leaving.

As Dalton left his dorm, he couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness, not only about their date but also about the gift he was currently holding. He put everything in the car before making his way to Y/N’s dorm. Their dinner reservations were at 7 and they had just enough time to make it there. He was glad with his decision of renting a car, making it a lot easier and comfortable to get there.

Once he was at her door, he took one last deep breath and slowly knocked, anxiously waiting. She opened the door right away and a smile appeared in her lips, blushing as they quietly inspected each other’s outfits.

“Hi” Dalton was the first to speak “You look so beautiful” Her smile grew bigger and she grabbed Dalton’s hand to pull him inside, immediately finding his lips.

“You too, baby” She said as she pulled away “I can’t believe you’re wearing rings”

“Happy anniversary” They both said at the same time, causing them to chuckle. “Would love to stay but we should get going” He said, completely stepping out of her dorm “Dinner is at 7”

“Okay, I’ll just grab my things” She went back inside and took a few seconds to collect what she needed, coming out with a purse that matched her outfit perfectly and a gift bag.

They walked outside and Dalton guided her to the car, opening the door for her as he tried to hide his grin when he noticed how impressed Y/N was. It took around 30 minutes to get there and the whole drive was full of loving glances and nervous touches, especially from Y/N who couldn’t get over the fact that her boyfriend had rings, so instead of having both hands on the wheel Dalton placed one of them on her thigh as she fidgeted with the jewellery on his fingers.

They were planning on exchanging gifts after dinner, and the whole time he tried to stay positive about his choice. It did slip his mind from time to time when his brain was completely focused on the romantic dinner, the amazing set up and his beautiful girlfriend sitting across from him, but it came back with a nervous feeling any time he spotted the pink box. He had to admit, Chris did a fantastic job at wrapping it.

“Do you wanna open your gift?” Y/N excitedly asked him as the waiter took their dessert orders. She gave him the bag and he took it nervously. ‘What if her gift is a million times better than mine?’ He thought to himself.

Happiness swelled within him when he finally opened it and saw what was inside, pulling out an inkless drawing board that he has been wanting to get for a while and a scratch book with tons of memories of their relationship, from movie tickets, restaurant receips and dried flowers to pictures of them doing pretty much anything “You’re amazing” Is the only thing he could say. His mind was racing as he thought so many things at the same time, including how much he loved his present and how anxious he was that she was about to open hers.

“Uh- This is for you” He said, handing her the big present. Y/N looked really excited, admiring the pink wrap her boyfriend chose as she started to open it.

With trembling hands and a heart full of anticipation, Y/N carefully untied the ribbon and unwrapped the gift. As the wrapping paper fell away, her eyes widened in pure joy, revealing a genuine smile that decorated her face. She loved how thoughtful Dalton’s gift was, happily thinking about the story behind it.

Dalton however felt like he couldn’t read her expression as she looked at it for what it felt like an eternity. Dalton could hear his own heartbeat, and he swore he could even hear Y/N’s nervous breaths “I love it!” She exclaimed as she literally stood up to embrace him in a loving hug, pressing her soft lips against his.

“You do?” Dalton asked her, his eyes lighting up and mentally cursing Chris for letting her get into his head.

“Of course” She said with a big smile “I can’t believe you still think about these things”

“I think about anything and everything related to you at all times” This made her giggle and she blushed as she thought of her next words.

“I love you” She said, brushing his hair out of his face and behind his ear.

Dalton’s heart stopped at that moment. They had said those three words to each other before but they were a little drunk when it happened, so he thought that she didn’t mean it.

“I love you too” He replied with tears almost falling down his face. They kissed again, but this time with more affection. It didn’t last long since the waiter came back with their desserts, but their hands were holding for the rest of the night.

Dalton decided to take a moment to let his friend know how wrong she was, and after thinking of the perfect way to say ‘I told you so’ he landed on a simple text message.

Dalton: She just told me she loves me so joke’s on you

#i was very tempted to use a gif from the whale #cause of the suit #but everyone got confused last time I did so I decided against it #also i'm running out of Dalton gifs #dalton lambert #dalton lambert x reader #dalton lambert fluff #dalton lambert fic #dalton lambert imagine #dalton lambert fanfic #dalton lambert imagines #ty simpkins #insidious the red door #insidious 5 #insidious

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modelbus · 4 months

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hi!!!!! im new but ive read a lot of your work and its amazing!!

anyway, i was wondering if you could write a either hurt comfort or childhood friends to lovers, as a cc!tommy x fem!reader ?

it would mean a lot thank you !!! 🩷🩷

Why not both? Cue evil grin, mwahaha ;) ALSO! I’m back with that mcyt stuff!!

Pairing: Cc!Tommyinnit x Fem!Reader

Fighting Friends

You’ve known Tommy for as long as you can remember. Apparently memory formation starts when you’re about 6, so you knew there was a time before him, but it certainly didn’t feel like it.

There’s a photo on your desk, framed with a cheap plastic frame. Both of you as kids, him wearing sunglasses and holding a Nerf gun up to your head as you’re caught in the act of stabbing him with a foam sword (he shot you in the forehead after the photo). The picture just about sums up your guys’ relationship. It doesn’t need to be worth a thousand words, just two: fucking chaos.

Or, that’s what you two normally were.

It was a stupid argument, even you knew that. A silly remark you took too hard, something that stung too deep. He said it during a vlog, too. A quip about rather dying than dancing with you. And with those few words, you stupid crush-addled heart shriveled up and was shot through.

So you had retaliated with a poor jab, and he didn't get it, and it all blew up in your faces. To the point where your messages have sat empty for three whole days. There's no "GET ON MC" message from him, no impromptu "Movie now." Just pure radio silence.

And you hate it.

You loved Tommy. Adored the hell out of him, unfortunately for you. And not just because you had a traitorous little crush. He's your best friend. The type of person you always knew would be there.

Right up until he wasn't.

It’s funny how much colder it seems to be now that he’s gone. Winter’s blowing in, like it was just waiting for him to vanish from your life before taking over. It leaves piles of snow that you dredge through to get to your favorite cafe, braving the wind chill just for a semblance of comfort.

You used to go here nearly daily with Tommy, making you dependent on the warm atmosphere that you haven’t been in since five days ago. Have you mentioned how much you hate fighting with Tommy? The disruption to routine, the fucking ache in your heart…

It’s a bit pathetic, honestly. But that’s simply what you are without him. One half of a soul.

The bell chimes, and you drag yourself over to your normal table and pull out your laptop. Even when your world stops, the actual world keeps spinning, meaning you have work to do.

“Hey sweetheart. No shadow?” Your head jerks up, instinctively smiling at Laura, the aged worker who always serves you.

“Not today.” You sigh. “He’s… busy.”

“Too busy for you?” Her eyebrows raise. “That boy will show up eventually for you.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Oh, trust me, hon. He’s got those eyes when he looks at you.”

Hell if you know what that means, but you smile at her anyway.

“Want your usual?” She asks.

“Just a water.” You shake your head, the idea of a hot chocolate without Tommy seeming just sad.

Laura nods then heads off as you turn your attention back to your laptop. In the bottom right corner a Discord notification pops up from Wilbur, but you ignore it without even reading the message. You can respond to him later, which you’ll probably do at night while in bed. Procrastinating sleep, per usual.

A mug is set in front of you—definitely not water—making you look up at Laura in confusion. Hot chocolate, complete with your usual whipped cream.

“I—“

“Someone else ordered it for you.” She answers before you can even ask, a sparkle in her eye. Before she steps away, she leans closer and whispers, “I told you that boy adores you.”

Your eyes scan the surrounding area, seeing Tommy almost instantly. Blond hair messed up, his favorite hoodie and jeans on. He makes his way to you, looking sheepish.

“I’m sorry.” He blurts out the second he’s close enough. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Laura step away. “I was an idiot, and I shouldn’t have said half the fucking things I did—“

“At least sit down.” You interrupt, knowing damn well he’d stand there and apologize all day.

Almost instantly, he drops into the chair across from you. You quietly close your laptop, leaving the two of you staring at each other in awkward silence.

“You ordered me hot chocolate.” You say just to break the quiet.

He ducks his head. “You always get it.”

The acknowledgment that you didn’t want to get it without him hangs in the air.

“What’ve you been up to?” You ask politely. Small talk is strained and stupid; you’ve never had to do this with him before.

“Recording and shit. Made a mod video with Schlatt and Wil and Jack. You?”

You drink your hot chocolate while the two of you talk, the argument hanging heavy over your heads like a storm cloud. When you finish the drink, there’s some unspoken consensus that you’ll leave together, him stepping ahead to hold the door for you.

“I scrapped that vlog, by the way.” He’s saying, referencing the one you had filmed with him. “Wasn’t enough content to put in a video.”

“I’m sorry.” You say, frowning, knowing that it was your argument that had made it such a short filming session.

“Why the fuck are you sorry?” He asks, staring at you like you’re an alien. “I’m the one who made that argument a whole fucking thing.”

“You?” You echo. “That was definitely on me, I was so snappish!”

“Bullshit, I started it!”

“In what fucking world did you start it? That was me, Tom, I acted like a little bitch about that one—“

You’re silenced by something, warmth covering your lips before it’s gone as quick as it was there. It’s not until he’s four steps back that you realize what just happened.

He kissed you. He fucking kissed you.

“Fuck— I didn’t— I didn’t meant to do that!” He exclaims, eyes wide. “I mean— Wil told me to just go for it, but I told him he was fucking insane man, I didn’t— I keep fucking this up, don’t I?”

“…so that was an apology kiss?” You ask, confused.

“What? No! I meant I was sorry for kissing you without, Y’know, asking.” His cheeks flush, and it’s not until someone shoves past you that you realize you’ve both stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.

“It’s… it’s fine. Okay, I mean.” You say, almost positive your cheeks are the same shade as his.

Tommy nods. “So I didn’t totally fuck this up?”

“I think you fucked it up a long time ago, Tom. I’m doing charity work sticking around you.”

He laughs, elbowing you as you start walking. “I’m the one doing charity work! I’m a fucking millionaire, you should be paying to be in my presence!”

“Oh, yeah, you kissed me for charity too, huh?”

“Wha— well I— that—“

You laugh loudly, having to look away from him to catch your breath. This was your Tommy, this was what you missed.

“Oh, you asshole!” He groans. “Fine! It was fucking charity, how about that?”

Shrugging, you can’t help your grin. “Just don’t make it charity next time.”

His steps falter, but when you look over at him he’s beaming. “Deal.” He announces, but doesn’t make a move to kiss you again.

“…are you not going to—“

“I have to surprise you. That way it’s fun.”

Oh boy.

#dsmp #mcyt #mcyt imagine #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit #tommy innit #tommy mcyt #tommyinnit imagine

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orangeocelotmartyn · 2 months

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Treebark Week — Frost

part one (Build/Divine) | part two (you are here) | part three (Sweet) | part four (Hair/Picnic)

An elemental fae like Martyn shifted with the seasons—he was best suited for the spring and summer (in that he looked the most human, then, provided you ignored the leaves in his hair), his skin shifting to a dull gray in the fall, and a bright, hypothermic blue in the winter. It’s how it always was, until he was dropped into the Life games—something about the code constricted him, keeping him that peachy tone, and with his hair covering his ears, one could assume he was wholly human, which is what the server did.

He didn’t fault them for it—even Timmy, and Grian, and BigB, who should’ve known better, it’d been a few years since he last saw them, so of course they wouldn’t realize, and Martyn quite liked keeping a few cards close to his chest, so he didn’t correct anyone who claimed he was one of the few—if only—humans on the server.

The whole “falling forever” if not in one of the games certainly shoved the thought of correcting anyone out of his mind, regardless, because he was so rarely called a human anyways, and he thought Ren got that he wasn’t human, what with the whole “you can’t turn me into a werewolf, it won’t work” thing.

But that didn’t change the surprise on his, or the other Hermits faces when he was invited on to visit and was visibly covered in a layer of frost.

“Whoops,” Martyn said, having taken a tumble out of the rift he got in through. “Didn’t mean to fall for you lot.”

His words did not make the staring any less intense, and he shifted under their scrutiny. “…do I have something on my face? My shirt?” He glanced down, and then blinked. “Oh. It’s winter, is it?”

He brushed off any of their questions with a well timed joke, trying to make himself look good enough that perhaps they’d let him stay a little longer, integrate himself a bit as he scanned the crowd for his king Ren. He was, just like the last time he saw him, next to False (who was perfectly nice, really, if Martyn ignored the pulsating jealousy in his stomach when he saw them together), but at least he was looking in his direction, brow furrowed as he glanced between them.

The rift was rippling again, though, signaling that someone else was coming through and so Martyn stepped aside, letting the Hermits greet the next guest. He was happy for the new distraction, anyways, letting himself be swallowed by the crowd if only so he could peer at Ren without anyone scrutinizing his behavior.

He didn’t get that chance, though, as a clawed hand reached forward to grab his wrist and tug him closer, out of the crowd, and he found himself blinking up at a much taller than he remembered Ren.

“Wow, you’re tall. I hadn’t realized—the Life games really nerf us all, don’t they?”

Ren grinned down at him, still looking a bit awkward, but his comment definitely seemed to put a few pieces into their places. “Oh, er, yes, I’d forgotten that you hadn’t—you’re very blue, is that what you normally look like?” He still hadn’t let go of Martyn’s wrist, fingers pressed against Martyn’s pulse, which he was trying very hard to ignore that it was racing.

“Nah, not all the time. I’m just a very wintery boy right now, is all. Comes with the fae package.” He wriggled his fingers on his free hand, as if to demonstrate. “You lot caught me during the worst months, unfortunately. If I had known it was winter, I might’ve had second thoughts.”

Of course, that wasn’t strictly accurate—Martyn would’ve shown up regardless, if it meant getting out of the void for a bit—a chance to stretch his legs, and, of course, Ren was here—right in front of him!—to talk to and joke around with.

Ren still hadn’t let go of his wrist. “I suppose,” he said, thoughtfully, “that we should’ve called it Blue Winter, instead, me Hand.”

His words made Martyn wheeze out a surprised laugh, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Milord,” he mock protested, “was red for your colors, and the blood you spilled to protect us!”

Ren grinned right back down at him, finally letting go. “But you, me Hand, are blue like the frost that protected us! We mustn’t forget your work in the pack. Er. Side note: how long will you be blue, exactly?”

“Whenever winter ends and the grass thaws, I’ll get my more spring-y colors back, maybe grow some flowers, you know how it is.”

Ren’s hand came up, then, to caress his cheek, and his eyes peered down at Martyn through his shades. The look was striking, and Martyn couldn’t help what came out of his mouth next— “‘course, there are faster ways to warm me up.”

False, who was still stood right nearby, thanks, let out a groan, but Ren’s eyes narrowed, calculating. “Well, if that’s what it takes, I suppose I can prove myself very valuable to your cause.” His words were booming, carried well, and Martyn, although he couldn’t currently blush, definitely felt like he should be.

“Oh, well, if you’re offering—“

Ren dropped his hand away from Martyn’s face, and nodded, more to himself than anything. “Let’s get you warmed up, shall we, Hand?”

——

“You know, this wasn’t what I expected,” Martyn said, words muffled a bit, thanks to the fur currently trying to make its way into his mouth.

Ren, who couldn’t speak, on account of currently being a giant wolf, just thumped his tail lazily in reply.

False, who had no idea why she had come along, but was at least not currently being laid on, unlike Martyn, took her hand away from Ren’s head (eliciting a whine) to poke Martyn in the cheek. “Shush. I think I’m already starting to see the pink come back to your cheeks.”

#Treebark #inthelittlewood #rendog #fic #trafficshipping #treebarkweek2024

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Loyalty // Imperial Crosshair Soulmate AU

Imperial Crosshair AU ~ Failing to escape the empire on your tail while traveling with a data disk intended for the Bad Batch, you crash land on an unknown planet and your mate marker starts ticking down. Love & Fate aren't always on the same side. Cannon wise takes place the day after Cody defects.

Pairing; You x Hunter, You x Crosshair

Warnings; Violence, Smut, PiV, Self Pleasuring (F), Oral (small -f) Momentary Firepunch choking 😮‍💨, Tracking, Crosshair’s Trauma, Torture (mention)

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"The sun is setting!" You screamed into com channel which was code for 'I'm farked, don't send help' the as the Empire continued to shoot down your ship causing you to plummet into the unknown planet below. You set the nose of the ship down watching it burn as you scrambled to the back of the ship grabbing your jet pack, bag and air mask. You holstered your blaster and got back to the pilot seat wanting the flame erupt as you break into atmosphere. This is going to be fun or I'll be dead. You scrambled back to the end ship after you brought the nose up and jumped the moment the ship started burning. Why didn't I refuel my pack. The initial jump knocked the air of you causing you to plummet, you barely managed to turn the pack on before hitting the tree line. Unsteady you flew it into a bush passing out just to awoke by the sound of rustling. Your hand flew to your blaster and you got up seeing the Empire's ships landing way in the distance by the smoke of your crashed ship. Why couldn't I have crashed further away? You got up and kept running, it seemed like hours when you finally stopped wheezing looking up seeing the smoke barely noticeable any more. You looked down to see the count down on the back of your hand start. My soulmate is here? You stared back at the faint hit of smoke, I hope it's just a coincidence.

Crosshair rummaged threw the crash-site with no sign of their defector, "She's not here," he growled to his squad, "Spread out," he ordered, "She doesn't leave this planet." The moment the squad was away he pulled his glove off to look down at his burning palm, the count down on his thumb starting. So... she's here. He tugged the glove on, letting the little compass in his brain take over. He hoped it was just a coincidence that the count down started while he was on an assignment but knew he wasn't so lucky. Eventually his eyes picked up the barely perceptible trace of foot prints, Found you.

The moment you caught your breath you started running again finding a small village, it didn't take long to find out they were rebel sympathizers as you found them pulling rebel flags in a hurry. They saw you and the state of dishevelment you were they invited you in handing you food and cover. Minutes turn into you hours and your timer was still ticking down. You looked out the window of the cottage not seeing any more ships arriving... or leaving for that matter. The glass of water they gave you slipped from your hand and shatter glass along the floor, your hand started burning more.

"What is it?" The elderly woman said looking out the window but seeing nothing.

You quickly took off your bag and rummaged around for a tiny data card, you grabbed her hand and closed her fingers around it, "There coming, I have to go now. I'll be back for this." You scooped your stuff off the floor and bolted back into the woods the pain in your head subsiding. Of course my mate is a slimy nerf herder bucket brain, just my luck. You stopped for a moment debating your next move, I can stand my ground here reject him and hopefully use the pain to stall him... or I could get captured in the process. You spat on the ground in anger. You're eyes scanning the town once more, no ships or advanced tech at least here. Just keep moving. You started running again. Night had already fallen by the time you finally stopped, using a true to support your self your breathing ragged and uneven. You fell to your hands and knees trying to catch your breath. Just my luck, can today get any worse? You let out an audible groan forcing your self to stand. It's dark out, there buckets have infrared. Your eyes found a river and caves in the distance. It can always get worse. You laid low quickly making your way towards it through your bags into a waterproof container and stripping off the first layer of clothes tossing them in the bag which left you bare besides your underwear, chest band and shoes. If I managed to get back to the rebels... I'm never doing a solo mission again. You put one foot in the stream and started shivering the perfect way to cool down your temp. You jumped in smiling along with the river. The cold of it keep you icily alert to every noise around you.

Crosshair eyed the edge of the forest seeing if any of the squad had followed him but it was was alone, even in the dark his eyes surpassed the visors in TK helmets. He found a small town and traced the footprints to the edge and looked around seeing an elderly lady standing in the window looking at him. He smiled watching her close the curtain, he went over and banged on the door. He stated who he was and at the mention of the empire the old lady finally opened the door. He took his helmet off and flicked a toothpick in his mouth.

"I can promise you'll receive worse treatment from me then the Empire," he growled, "Now where is my mate," his eyes burning into her looking for any hints if she was still inside.

"A wanderer left an hour ago," she replied holding her gaze, "Didn't say anything about looking for her mate however."

"Which way did she go," he said biting down on the toothpick making it splinter.

"West."

So she went East, "Thank you," he gridded out tossing the toothpick to the ground and leaving her there, how far are you going to make me chase you. He found the footprints and his legs started moving the pain in his hand starting to burn again. She's been here... more recent then an hour. The foot prints took him to a stream and he looked up barely seeing you in the very distance.

Your arms kept paddling through the water propelling you along with the current, fighting against it you managed to get yourself out of the stream. You quickly squished the water out of your hair and swiped as much water off your body as you could before putting your clothes on. Your eyes went wide finally looking at your hand, 5, you watched as it turned down to 4, why couldn't it be 4 days, no way I'm winning against fate or getting to the caves before that. Fine I'll make my stand now. You grabbed your blaster turning it on the highest stun setting, if I captured at least I get the satisfaction of knocking their egos down a few pegs. You slowly started running towards the caves thinking if by chance you got away they would make good cover. You looked down at your hands 1. You tried to grab your blaster but you already felt the armor pressing into your back and something cold against your throat holding you against him.

"Don't become my enemy," he threatened pulling his rifle tighter against your throat seeing your hand inch towards your firearm.

"I'm already your enemy, Imp," you hissed pulling your hands up and gripping the cold restrain, "Are you choking me with your weapon?" it might have been a lapse in judgement due to the high stress but you laughed which was a mistake because he pulled it tighter making you silent.

"Rather I kill you with it?"

You detached your grip from the metal, squinting at your palm 0, "Yes I would," you spat hearing it land on his shoe, "Hurts less then rejection and no way I ever will be mates with imperial slime."

Crosshair pulled the riffle even taught against your neck eyeing the tree line again, but no movement came, "Walk," he growled pushing you towards the cave.

"Give you the satisfaction of being rejected in private? I rather embarrass you in front of them."

"Walk," he growled pushed you harder releasing the Firepuncher's tightness against you to be a bit more bearable. Even with the armor between the both of you he could feel the bond already started to tug him towards you.

The moment the both of you were at the cave he grabbed the blaster but released his grip on you shoving you away from him. You stumbled a bit but his hand caught your arm and quickly released it when he knew you weren't going to fall.

You let yourself stare at him in full black armor, "of course he's also one of the empires black dogs," you muttered disgusted.

"Black dog?" he asked not having heard the term before.

"And stupid," you rolled your eyes, "Black dogs are their precious obedient soldiers sent to do their dirty work, typically cold blooded killers who don't feel anything," it took all of your restraint not to spat on his visor helmet. You took a couple more steps away from him facing outside the cave, you weren't going to run because he could just chase you down again. You folded your arms over your chest and anxiously bit of your finger tip for a few moments before tucking it into your arm. "I use to believe Fate was infallible," you said looking at him watching you, "I was wrong."

"So it seems," he pressed the button on the side of his helmet relaying into coms his location and that he found the traitor.

He took his helmet off and put another toothpick into his mouth, Now what? He stared at you taking in every color in your eyes, the shape of your lips, face and every curve of your body. "Crosshair."

"What?" You asked getting pulled out of your thoughts back towards him, taking in the slender shape of his face and nose, the bold cut of his nose and jaw and the harsh shape of his cheek bones and the target tattoo of his eye. Then you saw the fresh scarring across the side of his head, He's a clone, your eyes went wide for a moment. He can't be.

"That's my name."

"I don't care," you fronted pulling your eyes back to the forest but you still told him your name to be respectful, "Not that it matters, we won't be mates for much longer anyway," you said kicking dust up, "Should have just gone down with my ship, better death then whatever the empire has planned," you muttered, walking away and sitting against then rock of the cave. You heard him follow you and sat directly in front of you, "What are you staring at Imp?" You growled.

"You."

You rolled your eyes, you knew he couldn't help it. The bond tugging you both together and now it be just a matter of time to either satisfy the carnal urge or reject one another and forever be broken and hollow, which for him probably wouldn't be much more than what he already is. You looked over to see the Empire approaching, never thought I'd live to see the day where I was happy to see them. You stood up wiping the dusk off your butt when you found him directly in front of you his chest nearly touching you, you tried to push him away but he grabbed your wrist and quickly kissed you before releasing you. You wiped your mouth but the damage had already been done, he'd initiated the bond.

"Trust me," he said spitting out the toothpick and putting his helmet back on moments before others had arrived.

Another trooper walked up, cuffing you and shoving your towards the ship. Reluctantly after he pressed a blaster into your back making you start walking towards it. You got into the ship and the trooper clipped your restraints to the bar. Crosshair stood in front of you staring down at you the whole flight. When the ship landed where they took you he grabbed the cuffs and yanked you out of the ship into the building pushing you into an office making your nearly fall into the desk.

"So where's the chip," you looked up to find Rampart smiling at you, "I assume you didn't find it on her or her belongings."

"No, sir."

"I assume you know what comes next?" Rampart said eyeing your controlled composure staring down at him.

"I'll save you the trouble, we both know I won't talk so why bother torturing me?"

"We have new ways of making people talk," he said clipped, "CT-9904 care to explain to me why you initiated the bond?" He said eyeing Crosshair, playing the hologram of the kiss and switched it off.

Crosshair calmly took off his helmet smirking, "Leverage over her. If you can't make her talk the bond could eventually be used to torture her," You looked at him with disgust, you tried to swing at him but he caught the cuffs, "After that I don't care what you do to her," he said coldly.

"She's your mate," Rampart said interestingly.

"I'm a loyal soldier to the Empire," he said shoving you back, not flinching when you fell on your ass, "I will use all of the tools in my disposal to get results."

"I hope my faith in your resolve is warranted. Take her to holding... Keep on eye on her."

Crosshair put his helmet back on, "Yes, Sir," he grabbed your cuffs and pulled you down the hall towards holding which was seemingly next to his room. His eyes flashed up to the cameras closely watching him. He shoved you into the holding cell next to his room and put the ray shield up, "You have 2 days to talk or were both going to be miserable," he growled. Two days to figure out how to get her out of here. Per his normal routine he went down to the mess to grab food and sit noting the whispers had already started.

"His mate is a traitor just like his brothers," he heard a reg snicker, "I bet he's going to defect when they kill her." Crosshair took off his helmet feigning ignorance at the comments and ate his food trying to figure out a plan to keep his mind from wandering to you or what they were going to do with you.

Trust me? As if. You heard the restraints pop off and a bed slide of the wall and a mini refresher come up from the floor with a tiny privacy wall. You moved and laid on the bed staring at the ceiling wondering how you were going to get out of here or if they would be coming even though you told them not too. They'll come loyalty, is everything. Just have to stay alive. Foot steps drew your attention to Crosshair standing at the ray shield with a tray of food.

He put the food on the ground next to the bed, "Be prepared, it's going to hurt," he whispered almost inaudibly that you would have sworn it came from a ghost. He backed out of the room and saw the interrogation droid stick the person in the cell across from you, the person convulsed and then screamed. Crosshair couldn't look at you again, he silently prayed to the maker if you were anything like him you would survive. He walked into his room and sat against the wall laying his head against the wall separated the both of you. What are you doing Crosshair? You don't even know her. You are a soldier. She is the enemy. Soulmate or not. The tug on the wall told his brain a different story.

You felt the tug to the wall behind you, you picked up your food and moved to that spot to eat. You knew he was sitting on the other side of that wall. You already despised him and everything he was but that little tug was the only comfort in the same white room waiting to seal your fate. You sat here eating listening to the screams of the other person across from you getting asked the same question you probably would be 'Where are they?'. They didn't talk and neither would you when it was your turn. You were fast asleep when the alarm started blazing to a familiar face standing in front of you.

"We have to go," he said tugging your arm.

You launch to your feet, "Hunter," the growl comes from behind you.

Both of you stop for a moment seeing Crosshair standing in the hall glaring and his rifle aimed at him.

"You know him?" You asked confused but Hunter was already running again and you heard Crosshair's footsteps chasing behind you and stun bolts go past.

Wrecker and Echo started laying cover fire while Tech was preparing the ship to go, "Take my mate and I'll kill you." The firing stopped everyone staring at him, as his finger switched the gun from stun to blast. The rage boiling over in his eyes.

"Either you're coming with us or reject her now," Hunter glared holding your tighter preparing to throw you in the ship if he chose the latter.

Crosshair stared back at the hall hearing the foot steps of the clone and storm troopers coming. He tossed the rifle to Wrecker and boarded.

"That was unexpected," Tech muttered taking off looking back for a moment at how defensively Hunter holding you while staring down Crosshair.

You grabbed Hunter by the ear and brought him eye level, "Okay bandana, start talking. How do you know him," you let go of his ear giving it a small kiss but still stared angrily at him.

"The Kaminoans was originally made four of us, enhanced clones as you know. Hunter, Wrecker, myself and Crosshair towards the end of the war Echo joined us but to stay on subject when the war ended order 66 was declared the four of defected but Crosshair remained loyal to the empire and stayed. We gave him a chance to leave with us awhile ago and he didn't," Tech said aloud enough for you all to hear.

"How did you not know?" You said pointing to the very obvious mark on your palm, your eyes slitting at him.

"Crosshair is... private, he never takes his blacks or gloves off and never showered with the rest of us."

"You weren't loyal to me and neither was she," Crosshair let out one harsh laugh, sitting down in the familiar seats.

"Her virtue is still intact," Tech called back.

"TECH!" you yelled your face flushing a new shade of red.

"I can fix that," Hunter jokingly before getting serious again, "Tech is correct however, Crosshair."

Hunter and Crosshair returned to glaring at each other, "Both of you knock it off. Speaking of which, where's Omega?" your eyes went wide noticing the missing member.

"She is safe," Echo said taking a seat watching the scene unfold, "Speaking of which what do we do with him? None of us trust him."

"You can drop the three of us off somewhere to... figure this out," Hunter offered said looking at you and the conflicting across your face staring between the two of them, "Do you initiate the bond," Hunter said glaring at him recognizing the territorial posture and rage.

"He kissed me," you felt Hunter go rigid knowing what needs to happen next, he looked at Crosshair's smug expression and balled his fist taking a deep breath relaxing.

"I was going to use it to get her out before you showed up."

"Probably use her while you were at it," Hunter snapped, "Tech are we far enough away from the Empire yet?" He said kissing the top of your head before walking towards the cockpit with Tech and Wrecker, watching Echo get up practically running after him leaving you and Crosshair alone together.

You took the seat across from him, "Being in this... line of work, I never expected to meet you."

"Why haven't you rejected me," he asked flatly.

"You were made for me, I want to know why," you said squinting at him, "and I think I was wrong to judge you so fast," you saw his eyebrow raise, "After seeing me with Hunter you still chose to come but you didn't go with them when they offered... I think this bond means more to you then they know because it's little piece of yourself you've guarded even from them."

He sneered putting a toothpick in his mouth watching you eye them, curiously he offered you one watching you put one in your mouth.

"I sort of see it now," Hunter said watching from the doorway walking over sitting next to you, "You have a point."

"Aren't you betraying your mate too, Hunter," Crosshair growled.

"She's.. gone," you said for him watching Hunter pale, you grabbed his head and laid it on your shoulder, "Thanks to your empire," you added.

"I'm- sorry," Crosshair gridded out, staring at the both of you. He saw pain playing out across Hunter's face then wondered if he would be in that position if they hadn't gotten you out as fast as they did, "Thank you," he forced himself to before staring at the ceiling, not feeling the for what needed to be said. The only plain had use was using the bond knowing if you needed medical attention and snuck you out that way but that was slim at best.

Hunter gave a stiff nod, he raised his nose to your neck sniffing it. The smell was comforting to him, calming but pulled away not wanting to make it worse for Crosshair. "You can take my bunk if you want to sleep so Crosshair can have his back, I know I woke you."

The mention of sleep had you yawning, "Don't you need to sleep too?" You asked.

"Maybe if you asked nicely I'll join you," Hunter felt the death stare from Crosshair, "I need to talk to them about what we're going to and when we can retrieve the data."

"What's on it?" Crosshair asked still staring.

"None of your business," Hunter quickly retorted, "bantha in the room, none of us trust you."

You took the tooth pick out of your mouth to kiss his cheek, "I'm going to back to bed," you said heading towards the bunks feeling Crosshair follow after you, "Let me grab my stuff," you said grabbing the pile of blankets off the bed besides the black one that the bunks came with.

"How long have you and Hunter be seeing each other?" He asked.

"Working together? Almost two months. Romantically? A couple weeks give or take rotations."

"You two really haven't..."

You felt him right behind you, "No."

"Have you thought about it?"

"Maker, Crosshair," you said turning around finding his armor just an inch away from you. You looked up into his piercing strongly brewed caf color eyes. You burned your gaze back at him watching the ice in them melt, "You were my first kiss, if you'd even consider that a kiss."

"And you were mine."

You watched him maneuver around you staying in his armor climbed in the bunk, you watched him relax in it before he noticed pulling the privacy curtain shut. You put the blankets on the bed digging around your tiny trunk by his feet for some basics to get out of the uniform they put you in.

"Go to the refresher, what if someone sees-" Crosshair said pulling the curtain back and quickly closing it seeing your bare back.

You kept quiet, "It's not like there's anyone but us in here," climbed into the bunk curling up into the blankets, their nice warm embrace lulling you back to sleep.

Hunter paced back and forth, "I think it would be for the best if the three of us deal with this while you three get the data card back to Rex."

"Seriously, what's the chance the girl you like ends up being one of our mates," Wrecker laughed.

"Slim, almost zero given how many people their are in the universe... I am thoroughly surprised," Tech replied, "But I do concur the three of you should take... a short shore leave. Especially if he did initiate it their both going to be... irritable," he offered.

"He's already irritable," Hunter scowled.

"That is his personality."

"We have a fun few hours until sun up, I'm going to try to sleep. Try to drop us somewhere... safe? I'm stealing your bunk," Hunter said to Tech yawning, not that he wanted to sleep but he wanted be fully alert for whatever hell that was going to break.

Hunter found Crosshair's privacy curtain half pulled watching you sleep, "So you wouldn't come home for your brothers but you would come home for her."

"Go away."

"Why didn't you tell us how much it meant to you?"

"What difference would it have made?"

"We could have been trying to find her for you."

"If both of you don't shut up and sleep, I will get up and smother both of you," you muttered turning up and glaring at each of them.

"Mesh'la," Hunter said apologetically, "Sorry for waking you again," he turned his back to Crosshair and climbed into Tech's messy bunk.

"We'll figure this out," you whispered just so Hunter could hear, "The data is on the planet I crashed on, Rampart really wants it back." You finally got to sleep after hearing them softly snore knowing.

Crosshair woke first burying his palms in eyes before sitting up on the bunk and staring at you putting his arms on his lap. He stared down at the armor, the black that tarnished his soul and mind. He peeled it off leaving it on the floor. Out of the peripheral corner of his eyes he saw Hunter one eyed watching him, his hand pointing to Crosshair's weapon case tucked away in the corner. As quietly as he could, he unburied it and moved it to his bunk, wiping the dust off of it before opening it. It wasn't his full set of armor but pieces of it and his helmet, along with two extra rifles, his cleaning kit and paint. He must have sat there staring at it until you woke up, the rustling of the blankets finally pulling him out of his thoughts.

You wiped your eyes and looked at the figure before you the plain blacks revealing everything and nothing at the same time, slender muscle tone but not an inch of skin besides his head. His biceps were strong but lean and his thighs were slender but laced with muscle. You blinked several times and forced your stared at the ceiling of the bunk, It's just the bond. He is hot as a planet with two suns. He was made for me, of course he would be hot. It's just the bond wanting to be completed; the urges aren't mine.

"If he wasn't yours, I would be jealous," Hunter said crunching down in front of your bunk smelling the pheromones rolling off of you, "It smells nice."

"Not my fault," you groaned sitting up accidentally putting him right between your legs, watching him flusteredly stand up, "Sorry, it was that or accidentally kick you."

"Should have kicked him," Crosshair glowered.

"You've obviously never been kicked by her before," he said, "I'll make breakfast, we should be landing soon. Getting some fresh air might... help," he said gently caressing your cheek, "and maybe a shower."

You played smacked his hand away, "Yeah, yeah yeah, Mr. Smell's everything, I'll go attempt to freshen up so I'm not a burden on your senses."

"Oh, Mesh'la, it's not a burden. I just wish it was me causing the reaction," he countered playfully rubbing his hand smiling as he headed to get food.

You rolled your eyes, you took off your shirt leaving you in your chest band and took your pants just leaving the shorts on as you dug through your clothes, "Are we going casual or suited?" you called.

"Both!"

You groaned, "I don't ever get to wear something nice."

Crosshair defensively got up and turned his back, "Seriously," he hissed.

"For makers sake!" You said shoving him off balance, the touch sending a little currant down you. He turned back and finding your hands on your hips scowling at him, "Can you resist the urge for one farking rotation? We are both aware there is no such thing as privacy especially here."

"You don't have no problem when Hunter does."

"I know Hunter, I don't know you," you growled back.

"You don't know them, their not who you think they are."

"You're not who I thought you were either," you said shoving him again, "I was expecting my mate to be loyal, independent, does the right thing not some dogmatic cynical hard-nose. I have no idea why fate put us together, at this point it's almost a sick joke."

"You are just like him," Tech said observing both of you, "Direct, unyielding, hard headed," Tech said looking at him for a moment, "defiant, temperamental, persevering but I digress. It may seem like an odd match to you but it was the most logical choice. Unlike the rest of us, he was effected by the chip. We are unaware of it's lasting effects after it's been removed, I am unaware of what was him and what not but I have a pretty good assumption. As much I don't agree with him, he did abandon the Empire on a moments noticed perhaps meeting you changed things. We shall see or we'll be having to rescue you again."

"Do you always talk so much," you squinted, "Even though you're right."

"Yes," Crosshair said bitterly.

"Obviously," Tech said fidgeting with his goggles, "You should go use the refresher," He said noticing the pile of clothing in your hand, "I must talk with him alone."

"No I was not looking-" you heard Tech say as you left. You rolled your eyes quickly slipping into the refresher. Tossing off the rest of the garments finding the obvious big soaking spot that would have been noticeable to both of them. Getting into the shower you could feel the cramping begin in your lower half, "Not right now," you muttered, Sorry Hunter, you thought to your self gently lifting your leg resting your toes on the wall plunging your fingers in. "Fark," you whispered feeling how soaked you were. You let your thumb circle your swollen discolored clit as you aggressively soaked your walls until you found the squishy part at the weird angle you were standing at. You're head leaned back against the wall letting you relax into the pleasure. Bringing your free hand to your nipple you gently rolled it between your fingers with a tug here and there. Your mind kept wondering back to Crosshair's eyes, the spearing dangerous shade of brown and perfect shape of his body. Quickly bringing your fingers to your mouth to bite them as you felt the rush cascade down you and the cramping subside. Twitching you took out your fingers and grabbed the soap to thoroughly wash every inch of you.

Hunter planted himself in a seat and sealed his helmet on which was made with a small filter to help prevent his sensory overload but he could hear your heart racing and the warning. He gripped the arms of the seat, listening to the quiet whimpers and sounds of your fingers satisfying you.

"What is it?" He heard Crosshair ask squinting at him.

"Back cramp," Hunter lied forcing himself to stand up then quickly sat feeling the obvious reaction shift in his pants.

Crosshair noticed it, "Can you hide it better" he growled, "She's mine."

"Crosshair," Hunter heard the tiny plea on your lips before he heard you sink back against the wall.

"I know," Hunter muttered taking a deep breath the scent finally letting up, relaxing into the chair, "That's the only reason I haven't gone in there," he said undoing his helmet using his gloves to wipe the faint sweat at the corner of his temples.

You quickly dried off and got changed spraying yourself down with a little perfume to at least help mask the scent that was surely coming off of you. The moment you open the door you found both of their eyes on you and your face flashed red assuming them both know. Crosshair took four long strides across the floor covering you with his body and both of his arms pinning your shoulders to the wall.

"Couldn't you have waited until we landed?" He asked.

"Mad I didn't invite you?" You said angering noticing how close his hands were pulling your shoulders closer together to keep from any accidental touching, "Maybe I'll just invite both of you next time."

Crosshair punched the wall next you adjusting his legs to hide the erection pressing against his cod piece his breathing getting ragged, "Sorry."

"I know... it's the bond," you muttered not being phased, "I would have done the same."

"Told you it's the logical choice," you heard Tech say scanning the both of you, "Both of your core body temperatures have increased by one point three and perspiration by ten percent, you two should refrain from touching or it's going to get more... insufferable," Tech offered putting the pad back on his belt.

"I'm not a test subject," Crosshair affirmed pulling himself away from you.

"Technically you are," which earned Tech a grimace from both of you.

"Whatever, do you have my pack ready?" You asked folding your arms over your chest.

"Yes, it is a little bigger then the last one however and a DC-15A, it's longer then your last one but it shouldn't be a problem... I should have noticed the obvious connection earlier," Tech said looking between the two of you, "apologies," he coughed feeling stupid for not noticing the obvious.

"Says more about Hunter then it does you," Crosshair said sulking back to his bunk putting his helmet on.

"We're getting ready to land," they all heard Echo say via the com.

Hunter finally got up and followed after Crosshair, "Did you have to punch the ship?" he scowled.

"It was the ship or you."

"Even if she asked I wouldn't have until you two figured it out."

"Oh then you would have," Crosshair begrudged.

"That's not what I meant-."

"Do what you want, it's not like she's interested in me... I'm just a black dog," he got up and angrily shoulder checked him to go stand next to the loading door waiting to get off the ship.

"Crosshair," you said following after him feeling Hunter catch your arm, "Give him a couple minutes first," you pulled your arm out of his hold, "I got this." You walked back there and grabbed his shoulder plate and spun him into the wall this time.

"What."

"Prove me your not one. Tell me one compromising thing."

Crosshair squinted at you trying to figure out if you meant about the Empire or himself. She's your mate, she means you, "I.. like to dance," he whispered knowing it wouldn't save him from Hunter's hearing, "I've always wanted to dance with someone." He tighten his jaw seeing the shocked expression on your face thinking he assumed wrong.

You dropped your arms watching the mild panic at the confession in his eyes, "I've always wanted to be kissed up in the trees watching the sunset," you whispered back. You saw his gloved hand hover next to your face asking silent permission, you gave a sniff nod, feeling his hand gently touch you. You relaxed at the sensation thankful for the thick material protecting you from the electricity of the touch and watched him lean down next to your ear, "Thank you," he whispered pulling away from you.

"It was fair," you countered feeling uncomfortable about telling him something so intimate, your face flushing again. "We should grab our stuff," you said quickly walking away from him finding Tech bent over your pack making the final touches.

"So what were you?" Crosshair asked you watching on quickly you put on the jet pack with ease.

"I think that's obvious," you said tapping the pack with your knuckles, "I taught people how to fly," you said bluntly, "The empire took an interest in that and I exploited it for the information on that drive then you had the pleasure of shooting me down and here we are," you watch Hunter toss you a bag and your discreet rifle case in the shape of an instrument, "So where are we staying?"

"Hotel on the outskirts of town."

"How many rooms?" You apprehensively.

"Three, I'm not stupid," Hunter laughed, "but just knock if you get lonely or can't sleep," he winked, Maybe he has changed because I would have punched me by now, "Anyway, figured we can drink, maybe see how your skills compare, fun stuff," Hunter shrugged.

"Think he'll scream if I play drop him?" You asked, fingers tracing over the pack.

"Saving Echo we had to jump from a height that would kill you unto a moving animal. The fear has been trained out of us, but doesn't hurt to try," Hunter chuckled.

"Heh," Crosshair laughed crudely, "Go ahead."

The ramp fell exposing a pretty empty space port. You waved back to Wrecker and Echo who were watching the three of you leave. Hunter lead the way, the both of you keeping an arms length apart but you noticed Crosshair start hovering closer anytime Hunter got close. The hotel was dingy but definitely off of anyone's radar. Hunter handed you a key card and pointed at the middle room with him and Crosshair taking the rooms on either side.

"What are we doing first?" You asked.

"Figured we could drink then I could stalk you two from afar," Hunter admired, "Just because he needs a chaperone."

"Funny."

"Missed you too, Crosshair," Hunter said keying his door to drop off his stuff.

You keyed your door in finding a comfortable little bed but thankful you packed an extra blanket. You did the general sweep of the room looking for bugs and cameras before moving on and checking the refresher. It was also small but it at least had a little more privacy then the Marauder even if Crosshair's room was on the other side. You found them both already standing outside waiting quickly noticing Crosshairs bare hands and the very visible mark. That's going to get some stares if Hunter's flirting with me. Maybe drinking this early in the day is a good idea after all.

"So dancing?" Hunter asking poking the gundark.

"Shut up," Crosshair snapped.

"I was going to say you should have brought your gloves, where we going as a dance floor like 79's," Hunter said defensively.

"There in my pocket."

"She likes to dance," Hunter smiled enjoying watching crimson blush.

"Oh?" Crosshair asked intrigued.

"She get's real fun after a couple of drinks."

"Hunter!" you said glaring.

He stopped to grabbed your hand kissing it, "Sorry, not sorry, Mesh'la," ignoring Crosshair's daggers, "Just trying to help."

Crosshair squinted at him, does he just have a death wish. He looked at how red you were. A smile tugged at a single corner of his mouth. Crosshair followed the both of you into the already dark lit cantina with people already on the dance floor already hammered. He followed Hunter who was dragging you by the hand to a booth small positioning for you to go in first.

"I'll be at the bar, but I'll be stealing you for a dance after a couple rounds," he said winking leaving the two of you there.

You raised an eyebrow at him watching him walk off, "I think the pheromones are getting to him."

"He's not normally like this?" Crosshair asked, watching you shake your head.

A bartender droid came over and pour both of you four shots before moving to the next table. Both you automatically took the first shot, then the second shot.

"Why didn't you go with your squad?" You asked.

"That's a long story."

"Humor me."

"Loyalty was suppose to be everything, we live and would die for each other. My chip activated... they didn't try to save me from it. I was forced to try to terminate them, something I thought they knew I would never do. They... experiment on me turning the chip up... I didn't have a choice," Crosshair ran his finger around the rim of the third shot and slammed it back, "Finally after getting burnt in that last attempt to terminate them, they had to remove the chip because it was scorched. I could have killed them on several occasions after that and I didn't. Even after saving Omega they still pointed their weapons at me. In the end there was no loyalty, no understanding, no trust, nothing."

You slumped back in your seat staring at him and the sullen expression on his face realizing none of it was a lie. He didn't look at you or at Hunter who heard every painful word.

Grabbing the third shot and slammed it back, "That would have broken me."

"It did."

"Why did you stay with the empire?" you asked.

He slammed the fourth shot and the bartender droid over getting four more. He smiled knowing he was probably going to drink you under the table at the shocked expression on your face. He took the fifth one before answering.

"I spent my whole childhood and early adult life living with people who lied to me who's hands I constantly put my life in. At least with the empire I knew that they were going to continue to experiment on me and exploit my abilities. I rather know where I stand and know the knife in my back is coming. I am a soldier, war and fighting is all I've ever known. I didn't want to spend my life hiding in the sewers like a womp rat. I was designed for a purpose."

You took the fourth shot stacking all of them at the edge of the table, "I misjudged you," you said looking at him, the hand under his chin supporting him as he stared down into his glasses and the bond telling you none of it was a lie.

"I'm still a black dog."

"You are what they made you."

Crosshair looked up at you through his lashes at the conflicted pained look across your face staring, "Don't pity me," he growled looking back down.

"I don't," you said taking another one, "So why did you come with me?"

"Loyalty," he said laughing, "I've always been loyal to this bond... just to find my mate with my brother," the laugh turned bitter and abruptly ended.

"I didn't want to bring a civvie into this," you whispered.

"You should have know if I was anything like you, I wasn't."

"Add that to my list of recent failures," you mumbled staring at the dance floor, "Do you want to dance?"

"I'll watch your drinks," Hunter said appearing at the end of the table. Finally hearing Crosshair's story made him realize the failures they were, he gritted his teeth and kissed your temple, "It's okay," he grabbed both of your hands shoved them together before Crosshair had time to slip his gloves on, "He deserves this," he listened to the rapid change in both of your heart beats, "Per Tech's instructions I was testing you with the off handed comments to see if you'd snap."

"I figured," Crosshair said pulling back his hand sliding out of the seat, watching Hunter slide into the seat. He looked down at you waiting watching you stare at your hand, grabbing your arm as you shakily got up, "I got you."

You heart felt like it was thumping out of your chest but you let him guide you to the dance floor, you saw his hesitation about giving you his hand again knowing it was just going to make the pull stronger. You forcibly grabbed it and put it around you, "Getting cold feet?" you asked sourly. You watched something in him snap.

His fingers buried themselves into your waist and upper back holding you taut against him making you look up at him, "I choose you over The Empire, over my purpose" his chest heaving as his breath tried to catch up his racing heart, "Why did you let me touch your face on the Marauder."

"It... felt like the right thing to do, I know how uncomfortable it made you feel," you untangled your arms from around his neck, both you staring to sway to the music. You felt him adjust his hold taking one arm off from around his neck both of you falling into quick steps in the movement following the rapid beat. It was ecstatic, and erotic the way he way to moved while his eyes never broke their gaze into you but never betraying what he was thinking about or what he felt.

Hunter could smell the pheromones from the booth, he looked down at the shots and helped himself knowing the night he was about to have. Every sentence replaying in his mind. After all of that he still would have let his mate chose me. He looked over at the dance flower watching how interlocked together they were not fumbling or stepping on each other feet just existing as one. Crosshair's face betrayed nothing, no warmth or cold but Hunter could see everything in his eyes as he looked at her. Hunter called the droid over and paid the bill before making his way over after a couple more songs seeing the sweat lining both of them.

"You two should get back to the hotel, the smell is insufferable so I can only imagine..." He watch the sniper's eyes squint to those of a predatory beast waiting to lung at his prey with a quick snap of his jaw to the throat, "Crosshair..." he said putting his hands up taking a very slow step back, "Time's up," seeing the quick territorial maneuver of putting you behind him and hard his chest was heaving with each breath. Hunter knew Crosshair saw him as threat and knew just what his brother was capable of, he took another step back watching him relax faintly.

Crosshair looked over his shoulder down at you, "Is that what you want?" he asked, "because you can reject me now-" it hurt to say but even after laying his soul bare for you he didn't want to force you to pick him knew Hunter was right there was no more time the countdown demanded an answer. He saw the soundless words from your lips, 'Bond with me.' His fingers dug tighter into you and his jaw tightened, his body screaming to have you right there on the dance floor, right for every and him to see. Compose yourself, he seethed to himself, I've ran with broken bones, stared down tanks, and jump from heights, I am a soldier I can wait. He picked you up knowing his restraint was probably better then yours.

"Someone find their mate?" Someone asked Hunter as he chuckled watching him walk away with her cover his shoulders.

"Yeah, my brother."

"Might want to steer clear for the rest of the day."

"You have know idea," he laughed the still being able to smell them, he followed after them reluctantly so he could grab his helmet from his room.

"Crosshair.."

"Yes?"

"How much further?"

Crosshair grinned that he was right, he pulled you down enough letting to wrap your legs around his waist letting his forearm support your but as he fiddled in his pocket for the key, "We're here," he said putting the card to the door and shoving it open.

He gently set you down and you bolted to the refresher leaving the door open and a trail of clothing in your wake until you were just in your chest band and under wear. You quickly flipped on the shower to cold water and put yourself in it. Your body felt like it was burning in every way imaginable and the cold water helped the pain, "They should really write a manual for this," you groan seeing him in the door way down to his blacks and then mess of clothes already folded by the door.

"They did," he quipped taking off his shirt using it to pat the sweat off of him. He joined you in the shower his pants getting soaked but the cool water revealing the burn. His hand snaked around you, fumbled for a moment taking off the bra, "Better?" He ask pressing his chest into your back lining the back of neck with kissed every kissing sending a fresh wave of goosebumps down him.

"Mhm."

"It was hard not to join after noticing Hunter's reactions."

"I shouldn't have made that comment..." you mumbled a wave a regret hitting you as you realizing you were in the shower, "I have no idea how you tolerated that."

Crosshair grabbed your hips and spun you around pulling down your underwear eyeing you the whole time, "Loyalty, I would have respected if you chose him." His eyes dropped noticing the shine clinging to your thighs. He reached out and shut off the water them got down on knees in front of you, "Trust me."

You looked down at him,"Crosshair..." your voice was pleading. He moved himself closer to you and pulled one leg over his shoulder stressing you, "I got you," he whispered.

He pressed his tongue to your clit moving it up and down you, letting tongue trail down just far enough to taste how wet you were. You gasped grabbing the side of head seeing him flinch realizing it was over his scar. You thumbed over it gently watching him shut his eyes tightly just feeling the sensation of you touching him where once upon he was a different better man not the empire's beast. "You're handsome to me." You watched him open his eyes staring into yours, the ice in the depths of his earthly irises dissolving a little further. You watched him move his mouth back to you putting his lips around yours not breaking eye contact for a second besides to blink. You feel his free hand trail slowly up your leg until his fingers were swirling around your entrance collecting your desperation for him on them before pushing two fingers in. You moan not being able to help the tiny arch your back did. His fingers slowly feeling around the ridges and curves of you eventually he found the spot causing you to moan his name. He started stroking the spot harder, when he felt your hand come to his shoulder and he paused.

"I want to you.." you got out the blush coming back.

"We're both soaked, we should dry off-"

"You can sleep in my bed tonight, just please," you were shaking, "Satisfy the bond," you pleaded.

Crosshair didn't need to be told again he took out his fingers feeling you twitch around them. He quickly stood him self up taking off the pants and discarding them there and picked up your burning body laying you on the bed. Your eyes tried down the length of him seeing the extremely hard mass hovering right before your entrance. How was he hiding that. You spread your legs a little further for him.

Crosshair stares at the half lidded expression on your face and the quiver of your lips, "This might hurt..."

You grabbed him causing him to jolt a little as you force his tip in. You watch his eyes change from soft to wild as he forces himself the rest of the way in, his name ripping it's self from your throat. He doesn't give you a chance to adjust to him before he starts moving, enjoying the way your nails dig into him and whimpers caused by every thrust. The carnal urge to have you and make you his flooding his logical brain. The soulmate bond, the most intimate thing in the galaxy finding the other half of your soul being to sense and feel them to have someone at your side you could fully trust but it brought out the hunger of the animal hidden in each of us. Crosshair already knew he was going to be an animal in bed but hated that the bond intensified that feeling but he loved the way it made him burn for you and having you feel the same for him after all he's done, a beautiful consequence of not satisfying bond the passion and need manifesting physically. He enjoyed feeling every thrust stretching you further to making him fit better. You shift making the head of his cock rub the spot every time he thrust and your pleading moans intensify. You watch his face seeing he needs this as much as you need it. He grabs one of your hands moving it to the scar as he lays one hand on the side of your face both of your arms visibly shaking. He keeps staring at you with every ounce of his need and want for you trying to convey the message that the only person in the galaxy who has his loyalty and heart is you.

"Crosshair..." you managed to get out before the orgasm takes you, causing you to tremble head to toe and squeeze into your self. Crosshair continues to pound you through it as he spills everything into you, your walls attempting to milk him for everything he had in him. He groans at the sensation just enjoying the high and being in you for yours. He lays his hips on your feeling you pulsate around him and the warmth of your clit on him, "You were made for me.." he whispered. Both of you still shaking as you feel the intense urge of the bond lessen just a bit, "and we're made for me," you smiled, "Do you want to try that kiss again?"

Crosshair smiled leaning down pressing his mouth against yours, moaning into your mouth at the sensation. Quickly he got better taking your lip between his feeling his dick getting hard again awhile still inside you. He continued to kiss you until then was groaning into his mouth feeling his cock stretch you against him. You gently brought his head down leaving a trial of kisses across the scarred webbing before moving your mouth gently down to his throat taking a portion between your mouth and squeezing it together with your lips letting him gently rock his hips into yours. You looked at the already red bruise and moved to another spot making another one with your teeth. Crosshair was attempting to be patient while you claimed him but the moment your teeth were against his skin he returned the gesture. Each of you holding yourselves to each other throats leaving claim marks everywhere you could without disturbing the other. Sliding in and out, Crosshair lost sight of his focus as the feeling overwhelmed him again to have you. He pulled your mouth away from his neck to clash against your body better. Your hands thing time exploring his body learning it trying to commit every single thing about him to memory. He did the same, using one hand to hold himself up and other to run down your curves to fondle your breast watching your reaction to every touch seeing what you liked.

He stopped, "Was the information on the drive worth almost killing you?" he asked abruptly.

You blinked staring at him, the passion in his eyes but the fear too, "Yes," was all you could say.

Crosshair set the pace faster violently even slamming into you, the rage in him spilling over. He was brutal about his movements moving one hand to desperately cling onto yours. You didn't stop him. You knew what this was about, what he almost did and didn't even realize it at the time. You brought your knees to his hips letting your lower half gently slam into his thrust. He shoved both of your hands deeper into the soaked bed the other hand on the back of your neck tilting just slightly so your forehead was rested against his. Your name snarled from his mouth as you felt him convulse and spill into you again. You gripped you his hand tighter pulling his head towards you unlike his pace had been his kisses were gentle and tender. The kisses where tender enough to make your walls flutter around him, you smiled as he seated himself all the way inside until everything was touching from your legs to lower stomachs. He didn't asked if you were okay, he knew you were built to take it to take him. He pulled himself out and leaned back on his heels staring at you laying there everything on display that made just for you him.

"I'm going to shower," he said looking down at the soaked state of his his crotch, abs and legs.

"Okay," you watched him get up and leave putting a tooth pick in his mouth hearing the water run

As warm as the bond felt you felt empty, Did he just satisfy the bond just to satisfy it? The question played through your head like a broken holo. Yeah the first time is usually fast and messy but it's usually by something warm and tender. You brought your eyes back from the closed door into the refresher sitting up feeling the cum drip down. You groaned, "Messy,' you got up grabbing the spare towel from the rack on the wall putting one end between your legs and the other to blot up the bed. The water was still running but no offer to join him came, you grabbed your clothes loosing putting on a layer before heading into your own room to use the refresher. You leaned against the wall of the shower quickly chasing the release Crosshair had started before he came, "fark," you panted. You took the soap and scrubbed yourself head to toe trying to distract yourself from the nagging thoughts. You shut the water off quickly drying the water off noticing the ache was still down there but it was definitely a lot more manageable. You stepped outside looking down to find a bundle of flowers waiting and Hunter in the distance with his arms crossed. You forced a smile placing them next to the bed. You joined him under the tree both of you just standing in silence until Crosshair joined.

"Done already?" Hunter asked arching an eyebrow.

"Yes."

You noticed this time Crosshair kept his distance, "Wonder what his problem is," you scowled.

"No idea but I would love to punch him," Hunter said in the same ton, "He didn't even take his time the second time and quickly ran off to clean himself."

"It's whatever, we're compatible but doesn't mean we're it into the same things," Hunter arched an eyebrow at your comment.

"He seems to like it rough, not that I apparently have a problem with rough... it just... wasn't what I thought it would be?" You said with a tiny shrug realizing how weird the conversation must have seemed.

"Crosshair has never been someone outwardly loveable person, just give him time. He probably has a lot on his mind, nearly shooting you down probably is at the top."

"I don't know, Hunter... it feels like something deeper is bothering him. I can't explain it."

Hunter side eyed his brother who was squinting at him already, "I think you're right," Hunter took a step away from you seeing his brother relax, "We didn't technically 'break up' before you two... bonded."

You looked back seeing him looking at you then at Hunter, "You should go talk to him," you watched Hunter turn around and walk towards him. You kept your distance watching it quickly turning into a shouting match and jogged over, "What the farking hell happened."

"I told him we were over, it was going fine and I suggested he try taking his time."

"He has not right to tell what to do my bond."

"I... talked to him about it," you said watching the rage in his face in his melt but you couldn't place it, "Once again he was just trying to help. Even though he wasn't asked too," you said pointedly, you tried to reach out and touch him but he moved away, "Crosshair-."

He turned back to the hotel, "Go away." Crosshair's eye stung feeling like a failure as both a man and a mate, "Next time screw Hunter," he growled, "Apparently he'll do it better."

"Crosshair!" He turned and glared at you, you felt what he was trying to hide and the faint red starting to stain in his sclera's, "I know you don't mean it." You watched him march, "Get back here you insufferable ass-" Hunter's arms were bear hugging you holding you in place.

"Mesh'la, let him-" you stomped his foot getting the point a crossed, he watching you run after him surprised that you actually got the drop on his feline reflexes.

You spun him and took to the ground yanking his wrist about his head pinning to him to the ground knowing damn well he easily could have tossed you off. You saw the two tiny tears roll down his check, his averted gaze and seething rage in them. In the bond you could feel it just at the edge of your own emotions, "Crosshair. Look at me." He didn't move then you shouted it at him, his gaze finally shifting to you. "I will let that comment slide because of the one I made. But I am your soulmate and we are bonded, don't you ever say something like that to me again," you growled at him.

"What if I do? I obviously can't pleasure you correctly," he snapped back, "maybe someone else should."

You brought your mouth down to his but he didn't kiss you back, "Fine," you said getting up and off him, "Run back to your precious little Empire with your Loyalty because it's obviously not to making this work." You got back to the hotel and slammed the door before falling to the ground crying.

"Don't you dare go back, Crosshair," Hunter yapped jogging past him, banging the door with his first, "Mesh'la," Hunter rested his forehead against the door feeling like this was all his fault for pushing them together not considering all the invisible scars Crosshair no doubtably had, "After..." the words snuck in his throat, "you helped me, let me help you." He heard the tiny movement and the door opened catching you falling again. He stroked your hair letting you sob yourself to sleep. Hunter carefully placed you in your bed tucking you in stroking the wetness off your cheeks, "I couldn't imagine a better pairing," he whispered. Hunter looked over seeing Crosshair sitting against the wall watching intensely but there was no hostility or angry just what Hunter could describe as thankfulness and longing.

"Tooka," he whispered sitting down next to him.

"Don't ruin this," Crosshair scowled leaning his head back watching you sleep.

Hunter nodded towards you with his chin, "Open up, be tender, and intimate. I know deep down you can be. The bond is still fresh, don't waste that being an ass because your scared to trust and love her. I know we messed up but she's not us," carefully Hunter got up watching his brother eye her hoping he would make the right choice, “Love her,” he whispered knowing he could hear him before disappearing into his own room putting his helmet on.

Crosshair eyed the flowers next to the bed with the words "Finding your other half makes you whole, enjoy each other. -Hunter." He hit his head lightly against the wall taking off his armor crawling into the bed with you entwining his limps with yours. He felt you stir at his presence and he pulled you harder against him, "This is what I should have done," he whispered putting his face in your neck giving each of the marks little kisses. He gently moved himself over you carefully to get the other side of your neck but before placing his forehead over yours giving it a little bump. He wrapped between you and the bed, holding you tight against his chest his other hand going to the back of your head, “I am trying” he gave your lips soft deliberate kisses, “I just… need time.”

You brought your fingers to his scar tracing it watching him close his eyes as you tilted his head to the side get a better look at it. Gently you brought his head down speckling it with even more kisses, “Show me your love this time..” you whispered. Carefully he pulled back undressing you, letting his hands massage down you as he worked off your clothes piece by piece. Ever so gently he placed more hickeys down your down, just faintly not as dark as the ones on your neck. Every mark felt like a physical representation of the unspoken verbal sentence hanging in the air. You ran your fingers across his scalp down his neck to his arms back up and then down his torso mesmerized by every muscle and scar lining his lean form.

His longing exhale set a warm tingle to your core, each touch still hummed with the faint electrical jolt of the bond making him have to bite down on his teeth to control the urgency of wanting to have you. She wants me to take my time with her, I will painstakingly long. Crosshair came back up from kissing down your legs seeing the need written across your face, “Want me to take care of you,” he whispered in your ear. He listen how you begged using his name. Quickly he took off his blacks moaning as his body was flesh against your, sneering for a moment about having to move as he lined himself up. He glided right in with your drenched slick coating him causing him to release a strained sound as your warmth squished him. I could see myself doing this again… on occasion. He stayed there breathing, one hand going to yours placing it in between your chests’ and the holding your head and keeping his weight on his elbow.

You stared up into into the depth of his eyes, this time he wasn’t hiding how he was feeling the pain, the rage, the softest tenderness and the yearning across his face. You thumbed over his slender nose to his cheek bone and up his ear to the back of his head. Just having him inside completing you made you hum with contentment and you knew he felt the same, “I don’t want you to go back…” you whispered feeling tears prickling at the corner of your eyes.

Crosshair leaned down kissing each side of your eye, "The only person or thing in this galaxy that has my loyalty is you,” then he gently starting thrusting while holding your lips in his.

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lightarts · 4 days

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draculasfavoritewife · 5 months

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Was Blind, But Now I See

Summary: An eventful night planetside turns into something far deeper than your usual passionate embrace.

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!Reader

Warnings: Sexual tension in every direction. Much angst. Possessive! Din. Reader might have a bit of a gambling problem. I use several long paragraphs to describe how beautiful I find Din Djarin. Religious trauma, Din being a bit of a soft dom here and there, implied smut at the end.

Din Djarin is truly at his best when he has someone to claim as HIS, and I really think we need to see more of that *I have spoken* Also, although my fics are not necessarily fully canon-compliant, this piece does take place pre-season-3 because he is still an apostate, for anyone who was wondering :)

*Translations of less common words/phrases in Mando'a at the end

You idly swirl your half-empty glass and wonder if it would be worth the pointed glare from your partner to ask him again if he wants a taste.

"I know what you're thinking," he grumbles from his seat beside you.

Immediately you affect a pose of dramatic injury. "You can't possibly accuse me of --"

"And no, I don't want a taste of your drink," he steamrolls over your protest. "I'm no closer to betraying my creed than I was an hour ago."

"Lucky guess," you smirk.

He snorts, a faint crackling of his vocal modulator. "Hardly."

You swivel around on the bar stool with a stifled groan, gaze flitting over the diverse crowd in the cantina. "Where's your contact?"

"They'll get here when they get here." His voice is even, nearly a drawl. You're not fooled by his apparent relaxed demeanor, though; long hours spent together in silence in the cockpit have clued you in to his minuscule tells. The alert focus of his helmet's visor, the tautness in his spine that means he could spring to his feet in an instant, the way his right hand almost absently brushes past his holster. Tiny things that would escape the eye of most, but you see, and know that he's ready for anything.

He's always ready for anything.

You wish, as you so often do, that there was somewhere he could truly drop his eternal vigilance and be free of his shadows for a time.

"Don't you give me that look."

You shake out of your reverie. "I wasn't even looking at you!"

"You were in your head, and that's worse," he observes matter-of-factly. "This is not the time, nor the place. Go play a round of sabacc if you need a way to pass the time." He jabs a nod in the direction of the corner table, where a motley group is arguing loudly over house rules.

It's very tempting. You haven't hustled a game table in a long time, and you might even come away with a handsome win, if you remember to quit while you're ahead.

"Come watch me?" You lean closer to him. "I promise you a good time, it looks like a real group of nerf herders over there."

"Pass." There's finally a note of something like annoyance in his tone. "We can't both be distracted."

"Alright! I can take a hint." You drain your glass and rise, sauntering away to the table. "I'm not responsible for any brawls, though."

"Sure. Feel like I've heard that one before." The Mandalorian tears his gaze away from your retreating figure and turns his attention back to scanning the crowd. Normally you're as patient as he is, and normally he wouldn't encourage you to indulge your recovering sabacc habit, but whether it's the fault of a recent hunt that ran longer than expected or the rough flight to reach this system, he knows you're both on edge.

After all, whether on the job or with the both of you taking shifts in the pilot's chair through a particularly harrowing debris field, little time has been left for the pair of you to spend together recently.

Though he may not be well-versed in the ways of your adopted culture's kinetic communication, he definitely recognized that look in your eyes. It's the look when you start fantasizing about finally getting him out of all that beskar and into a much more...personal setting.

And he can't have you keep staring at him like that, or he starts thinking about it too.

"It's better this way," he mutters under his breath, consciously avoiding the game table with his searching gaze.

His man had better show up soon.

The group at the card table is finally starting to catch on that you just might know a bit more about sabacc than you said earlier. The heap of credits in front of you has grown substantially in the hour since you joined their circle, and the Nikto across from you is beginning to get agitated.

Still, that's preferable to the Zabrak next to you, who's been making increasingly obvious passes at you with each win you take.

"Come on, Boys, one more round," you urge as you sweep more credits into your pile and begin stacking them neatly. "I swear, it's beginner's luck, I can't possibly keep winning forever."

There's a general grumbling as some leave the table, having had enough for the night.

The Nikto asks in Huttese what could possibly sweeten the deal.

So, high on the rush of winning, you make the ill-advised decision to throw your Corellian Jiang necklace into the pot, and end up somehow losing to the protocol droid.

"That's not possible!" you protest, throwing down your cards. "I had full sabacc! The odds of an Idiot's Array are astronomically low! Something's not adding up."

But the droid adamantly defends itself, so you leave in a huff, more torn up about the loss of the necklace than you'd care to admit. It was the only thing you had left of an old friend during a stint on Corellia a long time ago, and meant a good deal more to you than just its rarity and value.

You find your way back to your seat next to Din and bark at the bartender for a hot caf.

"Kriff. That bad?" he asks, and you could swear you hear the hint of a grin teasing at the edges of his voice.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You always get a Fire Dancer when you win," he observes. "Caf is your sad drink."

"I've made some bad choices," you lament over the edge of the steaming mug. "But I'll live."

"Glad to hear it." He falls silent again as the Zabrak from the game table approaches to sit on your other side. You strike up a polite conversation, more as something to distract you from your recent losses than anything else. You certainly have no intention of entertaining any extra notions he might have.

Din's already possessive instincts, however, are quickly ratcheting up into overdrive, and it takes you by surprise when his gloved hand suddenly appears on your upper thigh. It's a bold move for him, in public at least, and you can't deny that a slight shiver runs through your entire body at your armored warrior staking his claim in front of another man like this.

The Zabrak, to his credit, looks put off for a brief moment and then tries one last tactic. "What do you say to getting out of this place for a bit, huh? I can always bring you back before it gets too late. The city's beautiful this time of evening."

The hand on your thigh tightens its grip, making your own fingers convulsively curl around the edge of the bar as his dig into your soft flesh. His mere touch is driving you wild; it hits with sudden weight just how long it's been since he's touched you like this.

How utterly unfair that gleaming beskar helmet seems now.

At least HE can hide whatever is going on in his head.

When you gather yourself enough to reply, your voice, thank the Maker, is under control if nothing else. "You'd have to ask my escort," you hum, indicating the Mandalorian, whose focus is now trained on the unwelcome interloper with all the disintegrating intensity of his pulse rifle.

"I don't. Share."

It's his "Try me, pal, I know twenty different ways to kill you" voice, and the crazy part of you wants nothing more than for him to throw you down on this counter and --

Well, better stop that thought quick before it leaves your tongue.

The Zabrak gets the message and sulks away, leaving the pair of you in a tense, brittle quiet spell. His hand is still resting on you, fingers thoughtfully rubbing the crease where your thigh joins your hip.

"This is getting old," he mutters.

You roll your eyes. "Guys like him come to the cantinas to pick up ladies, Mando. It's not personal."

"They should know better."

"They're all dumb as shaaks, Cyare." You toss back the rest of your caf, grimacing now that it's gone cold. "It's not like I walk around wearing a sign that says 'Back off, I'm with Shiny'."

He doesn't answer, but is on his feet now, reaching for your hand. "Come on."

You frown. "Your contact?"

"Can wait. They've kept me waiting too long already. Outside. Now."

Dusk has fallen outside the cantina. The suns have disappeared and the breeze is starting to grow chilly. Shadows lay thick and indigo in the narrow alleyways, and you unconsciously rub your arms against the cooling air, wondering what could possibly have driven your partner to drag you out here.

"Can you see?" he questions.

You scoff. "Maybe. If I squint real hard."

"Good." There's a sharp metallic sound in the gloom, and then suddenly his mouth is attacking your neck, right underneath your jaw, and all your breath comes out in a low whine.

He's merciless, and you're defenseless in his grasp, only the fact that you're biting your tongue keeping you from gasping his real name out loud.

Finally he lets you breathe again, resting his forehead against yours so your noses touch.

"Jate, Mesh'la. You've never stayed so quiet before," he teases softly.

"You've never done that just outside a crowded cantina before!" you huff.

He kisses you, far too briefly, and replaces the helmet. "Think that'll do the trick?" he growls, running his thumb over the love bite he left behind.

It must be a good one, for how thorough he was.

"I imagine the message is clear." You lean into him, pretending for a moment that the hard edges of his beskar are gone and all you can feel is him.

"I'll finish the transaction as quickly as possible," he promises in your ear.

"Good. I might do something desperate if we're stuck in this scughole much longer." You pull away from his embrace.

"If you need something to take your mind off of...us, for a bit, go get your necklace back," he suggests. "That piece of scrap and the Nikto hut'uun were cheating. Slipped the droid a card under the table."

You bang your fist into the wall. "I knew it!"

"I know I technically got thrown out on my ass, but you gotta admit, it was a good end to that disaster." You sweep your hair out of the way and fasten your Jiang pendant around your throat again with satisfaction. Smacking the full bag of credits at your belt, you add, "And I brought income! I'm gonna buy some quality seafood at the next market we hit. The Kid will appreciate that, I'm sure."

Aside from noncommittal grunts of acknowledgement, Din is strangely quiet as you board the ship and prepare everything to take off in the morning. You're not sure exactly what's bothering him -- his deal went through and all seemed well, so it must be an internal problem he's solving. Determined not to let his change in attitude get to you, and knowing you'd ask too much of him for now if you hung around him, you escape to the cockpit and lounge in his chair, staring out at the thousands of stars that are beginning to glow in the darkness beyond.

What killed the mood?

You hear him approach eventually, hauling himself up the ladder behind you. Heavy footsteps ring through the small space as he arrives beside the chair, where he pauses.

"You should have at least turned around to check that it was me." Even the stern reproach sounds halfhearted. Something's eating at him.

"Who else would it have been, Din? The Kid wearing your armor?"

You take his silence as a concession of your point.

When it stretches on, however, you decide to try and make some conversation. Maker knows how long he'll just stand there staring out at the view otherwise. "She look good for takeoff tomorrow? Or do I need to give anything a once-over?" Maybe he's just waiting for his chair back and being too polite about it.

You rise and make to slip past him.

"How long have we been doing this?" he suddenly asks, a solid wall of beskar preventing you from getting anywhere.

"Hell, Din, I don't know. What even is 'this'?" You don't know where the sudden impatience has come from, aren't even sure if you and he are referring to the same thing.

"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum," he murmurs, one of those multi-talented hands rising to tip your chin up towards his helmet. "That's all I know, ner'kar'ta. Whatever we are...I know that I love you. And have for however long we've been traveling this lonely way together."

You soften, letting him pull you to his chest, wrapping your arms around him. "I love you, Din Djarin. Have for a very long time. And will continue to do so for however long we are given."

There's a slight quiver to his hand now, betrayed as he presses his palm flat against your back. "I was...thinking, tonight."

You remain silent, waiting for him to go on.

"You know most of the story, Cyar'ika. How the Armorer told me I am dar'manda. Grogu has seen...has looked upon my face. Because I wanted him to know that we are...aliit."

"I know." Those had been long nights, the first few after your reunion, when the pain of excommunication was still a freshly bleeding wound. Those nights, kisses tasted like the salt of his silent tears, and more often than not he simply desired to be held by you, for someone who understood to remind him that all was not over. You will always remember those nights, when you wondered in terror if he would finally, truly fall apart if you ever let go.

"I am not bound by the creed until I am redeemed," he muses softly. "And I realized tonight...we are committed to each other. There is no reason for me to wonder if you will leave anymore, is there?"

You shake your head. "I've told you, my love. Even the stars themselves couldn't keep me from finding my way back to you."

He releases a long breath.

"Would you want to see me, if I were to show you?"

Your own breath seems to have met a hitch.

"Din...it's a dream of mine. I've always wanted to see all of you." You tentatively rest your fingertips against the cool surface of the helmet. "But only if you truly want to show me."

"I do, Mesh'la. I want us to finally see each other eye-to-eye. Even for just a moment."

You can only nod in answer. This moment is all at once too sacred and too sacrilegious for anything you could possibly think to say. So instead you draw back, waiting for him to move when he's ready.

His hand slowly pushes the helmet up and back, and for the very first time, you are actually gazing into the face of the man who captured your heart.

Finally, all of the small details you have discovered over time in the dark tie together. The rugged facial hair framing a broad jawline, the slope of his regal nose and the artful curves of his full lips. His hair, thick and tousled by the helmet, is a rich brown, streaked here and there with a strand of silver.

He's beautiful.

But those eyes.

His eyes are the one feature you've never been able to guess at. You have imagined them sparking with anger or softening with affection, but nothing could have prepared you for what lovely eyes they are. Darkest brown, endlessly deep, the eyes of a world-weary and yet somehow still hopeful man. Eyes that overflow with sensitivity and uncertainty, eyes that have unerringly marked a thousand targets for death.

Sharp, sad eyes, that now stare into yours as if seeking out a hidden truth that only you can give him.

He's beautiful.

"You're...crying," he notes with curiosity, a gentle gloved hand brushing the tears from your cheek.

"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, Din Djarin," you whisper, unable to look away from those spellbinding eyes. "Thank you, for letting me finally see you. I love you."

He kisses you, first your lips, then the shining tracks of your tears, ending on the same dark smudge where he marked you as his earlier.

"I've been wanting to, for a long time," he confesses quietly. "You have no idea how much I've struggled with it."

You stretch up to kiss his forehead, reveling in the fact that you have finally done so in the light. "I don't think I've ever loved you more."

He reaches around you, dims the lights in the cockpit until you're both shrouded in shadows again. "Well, I have an idea of how I can make it even better."

You smirk, pushing him down into the pilot's seat. "Oh? Do tell."

He pulls you forward so you're suddenly in his lap. "I haven't forgotten the way you were devouring me with your eyes back there, Mesh'la. I think you and I are long overdue for this."

"So long," you agree, settling into a comfortable position on top of him so you can begin the lengthy process of lovingly divesting him of his armor. Your yearning from earlier has returned in full force, coupled with the glowing intimacy of finally having set eyes on your lover's face.

"I need you, Din. And I'm going to make you pay for not letting me reciprocate in the alley."

"You still mad at me over that?" His raspy chuckle sounds close to your ear as his deft fingers undo the fastenings of your jacket.

"You know me, my hunter." You work his undershirt off, letting your hands trail down his chest and grinning at the startled catch in his throat. "I hold a grudge."

His hand snakes around to rest at the back of your neck, a tender gesture that also swiftly reminds you of his possessiveness and makes your heart skip.

"Well, then," and his voice goes smooth, "allow me to amend for my earlier actions."

You can almost imagine his eyes -- those dark, dark eyes -- sparkling with heated mischief.

"After all, you did behave so nicely for me. I think someone deserves a reward."

Jate = Good

Hut'uun = Coward

Ner'kar'ta = My heart

Dar'manda = Not Mandalorian

Aliit = Family/Clan

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