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sanjisblackasswife · 1 year

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The reader's first time with Law?

How Losing Your Virginity to Law Would Be Like(NSFW/FLUFF)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Vanila Smut, Law is awkward, I tried my best to match his character so forgive me if it’s not accurate.

Allowing Law, a long time friend of yours since childhood to be the one to take something so sacred to you. And choosing him was something he didn’t take lightly.

The conversation was awkward, you both had feelings towards each other but never acted upon them due to the fact that he didn’t seem like the type to want to be in a relationship.

“Losing your virginity to me doesn’t seem horrible to you? Because it is.”

In the back of his mind though, he was malfunctioning, he’s not the most traditional guy, but he did become celibate awaiting for his future wife.

He can’t even remember the last time he had sex and here you are. Beautiful and doe eye’d as ever offering yourself to him because you wanted to rid it to someone you trusted.

Sure he could have just said “no” and sent you on your way, but

Something wanted it to.

He’s a man. He has needs. And he’ll never admit it to you, but on his loneliness and horniest nights. He thinks of you.

He thinks of your pretty perfume, your body, your eyes, your smile, your laugh.

Your possible scent when his nose is landed right above your clit as you sit on him, your thighs jiggling as you are under him, the tears that prickle right when you’ve had enough and are abou to c—

He has thought about you in more ways than one to say the least.

Law doesn’t say yes to you at first, he waits a while. A few weeks even, but if you’re patient for him then you are truly a special girl, because once you tell him you waited he damn near explodes in his mind.

So. Here you are. On your back, fingers running through your captain’s thick scalp of his unkept hair, his lips transfer from sucking and nibbling on your breast and collarbone to your soft plump lips, his already stained with the nude gloss you wore on your date with him.

He of course had to take you out. You deserved it, you both had what normal people would call a “date”, but Law called it an off day between you both. He treated you like a princess, even took your hand a few times.

“Law..” You hummed out of your lips, he finally met the sweet spot on your neck, you felt the tent in his pants bump into your crotch with each subtle grind he gave as he kept his lips attached to your skin.

You felt so smooth to him, his tatted tanned fingers couldn’t stop rubbing up and down your body.

“May I take these off?” His breathing is heavy, index and middle finger looping into your panties to gently pull, he’d be a liar to admit when he seen the way your thighs jiggled when he placed you on your back turned him on so embarrassingly quick.

“Yes, please.” You lifted your hips, and watched him gaze at how your underwear slowly tore away from your skin, he did a small gasp finally seeing all of you “Everything okay?”

“What?—oh! Yes yes you’re fine…you’re..” his touch was so delicate, he treated your body like fragile glass kissing your inners thighs with caution.

You were in awe with your captain, his stoic demeanor now diminished , but his eyes are now softer, his cheeks won’t stop being pink each time he sees you twitch, moan, or otherwise.

He started with slow kitten licks, trying to hide the fact that he never actually went down on a woman so he is careful not to use teeth if anything, your hips buck into his mouth by natural reaction and he immediately latches to your clit.

“Oh!” You moan, hands thrown to his head. This was a new feeling! His beard tickled you a little the same way his sideburns tickles your thighs as you squeeze him in.

You tasted fantastic cumming into his mouth like the good girl you were.

Law finally begins to free himself. He’s a nervous wreck, mouth shinny from your slick, hair frazzled from your grabs and rubs, and constant clearing of the throat and he anxiously takes off his bottoms.

“Wow..” you say in your head. Almost like he read your mind he smirks at you reaction, there’s a little ego boost for him as he puts on the condom in front of you.

He crawls to you slowly not looking away from your eyes, it was almost like he was telling you to lay back and you did as such, throwing the blanket over you both, you’re caged between his arms, finally your nervousness began to show.

“Hey..” he softly holds your cheek, “Just….yell stop if it’s too much.”

He gives you one last reassurance kiss on the lips, it was so slow, gentle and soft. Looking down he slowly inches inside you, immediately seeing the contort in your face.

“Look at me, okay?” Law’s voice is lower, but you can hear the worry in the back of his throat, he doesn’t stop pressing inside you, looking at you and giving more kisses of the face to soothe the sharp sting.

“A-ah!” Your back arches and Law immediately places his arm under you for support, looking down at the small bloody mess in between you both.

When he finally bottoms out he is still making sure you give him the okay.

Once he does, he goes at a decent pace. Not wanting to hurt you anymore than you already are, but once you beg and plead for more you begin to finally hear more than just skin slapping and heavy breathing.

You sounded gorgeous in his ear, his hand creeps to meet yours , your stiff legs have loosened and are wrapped around his waist, it was a painful pleasure for you and you were so grateful Law was the one to give it to you.

“I’m..so…i’m not ganna last…ah..Y/N!”

Neither do you, it felt indescribable, Law’s kisses became needy, rocking you both back and fourth in the creaky bed for a riding out the orgasm.

After sex the tatted pirate is nothing, but a talking mess. Asking if it felt okay, as he cleans you and tosses the condom, letting you know how good you were as he washes you up, telling you the importance of safe sex as he holds you to sleep on his chest.

Law just hopes he made it memorable for you, that’s all.

And maybe.

He can continue to make more memories with you.

#one piece #TimikosLaw #black reader #one piece headcanons #one piece x female reader #one piece smut #one piece fluff #one piece scenario #one piece imagine #law scenarios #law smut #law fluff #one piece law #trafalgar law #law headcanons #trafalgar d law x reader #law x you

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frenchgremlim1808 · 5 months

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Results from the shinnie test

So reminder for anyone who forgotten or didn't see it a week ago i made a test for shinnies, to know what and who is the average shinnies. This is my first one but i do intend to make one about other character one day. The results came and i made some silly math and schematic representation of the vote.

Question 1: What is your gender identity ?

We can see that the poll was one in majority by enbies. I've counted and more than 64.2 % of the poll is constituted of queer identity without counting the questioning poll because if we count it too then that would make 77.4. One thing that shocked me was the lack of trans women, where were you girls?!!!

Winner: Nonbinary

Question 2: What is your age ?

So i predicted it, the yttd fandom consist mainly of teen and young adults, but i'm happy that a majority of the shinnies are between 15 to 18, but still there is a majority of 10 to 15 years old in the shinnie fandom since they are second. Also to the two fetuses that voted here(under ten) vanish, please you newborns!!

Winner: 15 to 18

Question 3: Are you neurodivergent ?

I mean were talking about shinnies, like people who relate to shin, so mostly autistic goobers. And the big maybe part come from the fact that a lot of them are on the younger side so they didn't get an official diagnosis.

Winner: yes

Question 4: Do you have a physical illments ?

Just gonna say it i don't have physical issues i just have no muscles and i suck so hard at sports. I know most shinnies are just like me, don't lie. Also for a minute i thought of doing a "do you have a iron/vitamins deficiency poll", it would have probably have a higher vote in yes since i mean....... shinies you know.....they....we.. You know.

( i have iron deficiency........😭)

Winner: tie between yes and no

Question 5) DO you have a job?

If you said yes as adults honestly where are you working? I know most of the no adults are probably in school considering the 18 to 25 ratio in the second question. And to the minors who work already kudos to you, you are the superior shinnie!

Winner: no i'm a minor

Question 6) Are you on the geek/weeb/ tech savy spetrum ?

The thing that chocked me in that poll is the people who aren't any of these. I'm a big geek so a niche rpg video game is exactly my style, weebs can appreciate the mix of original ideas with some anime archetype in the game, but the people that have none of this like how did you find this game ? Yttd is pretty niche honestly, so normies finding this game is pretty insane

Winner: Two of them

Question 7: Are you good at sports ( lmao)

This is a shin poll what did you think?

Winner: No (lol)

Question 8) Are you a dumbass like shin in social situations?

So personally i'm like him in some situation but most of the time i have learned something he clearly did not get, backing down instead of doubling down the stupidity and lies.

So in conclusion: The average Shinnie is a nonbinary, 15 to 18 year old, neurodivergent, either physically ill or not,doesn't have a job ( since they're teens), is a nerd, sucks at sports and of course is a little dumbass like shin.

This was pretty interesting to do! So if you have most of these traits you ARE the average shinnie.

Here the link to the polls if somebody wanna watch the exact results

And if you have an idea for another character please inform me.

#yttd #your turn to die #kimi ga shine #shin tsukimi #shinnies trying not to be queer challenge impossible #stupid ass poll made by a stupid person

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wishing-stones · 4 months

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So, I've been replaying Pokémon games(FireRed and Emerald, specifically) and thought I could try and make up a team that resembles the R&R boys.

I came up with this:

(If Ren was a Pokémon, in my opinion, they would be an Aegislash)

I like these selections! I can see why you picked them all. I especially love the use of megas here, and Alolan Marrowak for Dust. Choice! Nightmare as a Tentacruel made me giggle and I adore the idea of Gallant Mega Gallade as Axe.

You inspired me to do my own take!

Nightmare is naturally Darkrai, because, let's face it, it's a perfect match. Darkrai's realm is of dreams, and it can inflict terrible nightmares onto others. It doesn't always do this maliciously, though, and it's generally used to chase people away from its territory. Humans are flighty creatures, though, so they villainize poor Darkrai for what it does. Darkrai's Shinny palate is purplish with teal eyes, too.

Killer fits Bisharp especially well. They generally command larger groups of Pawniard to do their dirty work for them, and will concede control to someone stronger if defeated. Killer is a competent leader, but bows out to Nightmare as the boss. Bisharp's shiny palate is also blue and yellow, which fits! Bisharp can also evolve into Kingambit, but I feel like Killer would purposefully not do that, even if he met the criteria for evolution. (Completely as an aside, shiny Bisharp was the first wild random shiny encounter I found in Scarlet! I think mine's a girl though. I'll have to check.)

Dust I thought would be nice as a Hissuian Typhlosion. Generally calmer than their Johtonian counterparts, they space out a lot and are thought to be watching the flow of life energies and looking for lost souls to eat. Kind of disturbing for such a placid-looking Pokemon, even if that process is said to purify the spirits as well. They're especially dangerous if they lose their temper, though, and their ghostly flames will burn everything and everyone around them until there is nothing left. Definitely sounds like someone we know.

Axe was tough to settle on, but I decided Kleavor would fit him well. They're generally rough, strong, brutish Pokemon... but at the same time, there's one that inhabits the forests of the Obsidian Fieldlands, and its caretaker is a small boy. Presumably, with socialization, these often violent Pokemon can be fairly tame and helpful to allies. The entire Scyther line gets a lot of bad rap for their appearance, and Kleavor is no exception... But, if you take the time to get to know them, they're loyal and steadfast.

Cross was perfect for Mega Absol, absolutely brilliantly done. Absol by itself is said to predict disasters, and its appearance is perceived as a bad omen. Mega Absol's very aura is so intimidating, it might kill the fainthearted from shock, and according to its Ultra Sun Pokedex entry, it hates this form because it doesn't like fighting in the first place. Cross isn't a huge fan of fighting generally, only if it's unavoidable, and he's good at it anyway, despite not enjoying it most of the time. He also absolutely sees himself as a bad omen, and tends to keep to himself.

Baggs was similarly a brilliant choice for Malamar. Not only are its hypnotic powers said to be the strongest of all Pokemon who possess them (yes, even the Pokemon deliberately named for it), but it has reportedly influenced historical events with them, and people don't often recall time spent under its control. This has been utilized by people, but for such a self-aware Pokemon (who often uses these abilities on its own for its own gain), it's up in the air whether or not it was the trainer's idea, or the Malamar's. Also, its pre-evolution is downright adorable. For something so calculating to come out of such a cute Pokemon is oddly fitting.

I also agree with Ren as Aegislash, or even Zacian, who requires its sword to achieve its true form and potential.

#k answers #k headcanons #feat. r&r crew #pokemon stuffs #Pokemon is another big hyperfixation of mine so you have unlocked Professor K Mode #Professor K infodumps

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deejadabbles · 9 months

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Hey wonderful! Popping in with that quote for you!

“may my heart

be the softest place you fall,

may this love

be the wildest place you run”

Feel the clone boy vibes! Who is he? Why? So excited to read what you write! 💖

This quote had me absolutely star struck and giddy! What a beautiful sentiment, it had me thinking of so many of our boys, I had to think long a hard on who I wanted to write for, but in the end, I decided on Tup since I haven't written for him in so long! Plus, I love our soft, sweet boy! I hope this does the prompt justice my friend!

Pairing: Tup x Reader Rating: G Word count: 1,007 Recommended song for listening: Innocence by Avril Lavigne

You heard before you felt, a gentle call of your name, said in the softest tone you’d heard a hundred times, but ever got tired of. He said it again as you started to stir, and that’s when you felt gentle hands, running up and down your sides, over your hip. His hands and words were like a dream, but the memory of the planet you and the 501st were camped on came flooding back in a rush.

“Tup?” your eyes fluttered open, trying to focus in the dark as you took in a startled breath, “What’s wrong, wha-”

Soft lips pressed to yours, swallowing your panic and making an ease wash over you, “Shh, it’s okay, mesh’la, nothing’s wrong, I promise,” another tender press of his mouth, “I’ve got a surprise for you, come on, lets try not to wake anyone.”

Tup tucked his hand under you and sat you upright in the bed, gave you a moment to finish blinking awake, then pulled you to your feet. He let you put your armor on, which was no easy feat in the dark, surrounded by snoring clones who would snap awake at the first sign of danger. The moment you were in order, he took your hand and pulled you out of the camp’s barracks.

He had obviously just gotten done with his patrol, but was still somehow buzzing with energy as he grinned over his shoulder at you, “You’re going to love this, cyare.”

You didn’t bother checking the time on your wrist unit, it was obviously the dead of night with the dark sky overhead. What he was up to, you couldn’t even begin to guess, despite being fully awake and alert now.

Jesse and some shinnies were on watch duty, they definitely totally spotted Tup pulling you past the camp perimeter and into the wilderness, but none of them said a single word.

“Tup,” you couldn’t help the giggle as he pulled you down a lightly trodden path through the forest, “where are you taking me?”

“Just wait for it,” was all he whispered back.

The planet’s nocturnal life buzzed all around as you went, and when the forest started to thin out and become less treacherous, Tup picked up the pace, causing you to laugh again. You didn’t even track how long you two ran, laughing, hands held tight, and cool night breeze brushing your faces.

You started to see the edge of the trees, but just as you did, Tup slowed his pace, pulling you to him. His fingers brushed your cheeks as you caught your breath and he held you a little tighter to his chest when you gave him your flushed smile.

“Close your eyes,” he whispered, hovering his lips just barely apart from yours.

Because this was Tup, because it was the man you trusted more than any one, you did as asked, fluttering your eyes shut. This time, he took both of your hands and the sound of leaves crunched under his armored boots as he started walking backward.

“Keep them closed, beautiful, I want this to be a surprise.”

You clicked your tongue but screwed them shut even tighter so he wouldn’t think you were cheating. With caution and care he guided you, and you felt the air around you become less dense, the sky opening up as you stepped into what you assumed was a field. This was even easier to navigate while essentially blind, but Tup still led you for quite a ways before he stopped.

“Okay, now, lay down,” he said next, and you felt him start to push you back gently.

You hummed in mock suspicion, even as you complied, “Tup, if you wanted to fool around without disturbing your brothers, you could have just said so.”

“Oh,” he chuckled warmly, “that’s for later, sweetheart, but first, I have to show you your surprise.”

The grass and ground were soft under you, and once you were properly sprawled on your back, you felt Tup lay down right next to you.

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze as he whispered, “Okay, you can open them now,” into your ear.

Your eyelids fluttered open, and you gasped almost instantly. Above you was possibly one of the most beautiful night skies you had ever seen.

And in your travels, you’d seen quite a lot.

Behind the twinkling blanket of stars was a rich, cosmic canvas of every blue, purple, and pink you could imagine. The colors faded in and out of each other in a stunning ombre effect, like paints blending together on a pallet, or tinted smoke coalescing in the night air. The stars winked here and there, and you could have sworn you saw one shoot across the multicolored sky just to top off the scene's perfection.

“Oh, maker,” you gasped that too, completely at a loss for any other words.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Tup said beside you, and he wasn’t looking at the sky. Laying beside you, hands still clasped, he kissed your cheek, “I know you’ve had a rough couple of weeks, so when I saw this on patrol, I thought it might cheer you up.”

Your mind was still scrambling for a proper response, so you turned your head to look at him, mouth agape, eyes wide. He just smiled that soft, charming, utterly stunning smile at you.

“It’s perfect, Tup,” you managed, finally, and pressed your forehead to his, “You’re perfect.”

He didn’t miss a beat before capturing your lips again, humming against the contact as if it was the only thanks he ever needed. When your lips parted again, he brushed his nose against yours, “I want to share every wild, beautiful thing with you, cyare.”

This time you cupped his cheek as you pulled him in again. Stolen moments of wild beauty where all you two could have for now, so you shared your love and devotion to each other under the stunning night sky, together.

And, because it was Tup, your Tup, it was more than enough.

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jawritter · 1 year

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Carry On

Chapter 13

Summary: It was just a simple hunt, found on a pie festival. It was supposed to be easy. Something they’d all done one hundred and one times a million. No one could have told Y/N, Dean, and Sam that nothing from that point on would ever be the same again.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Word Count: 2306

Warnings: Feels!! The fucking feels!!!

Due to the graphic nature of this fic, and the fact that it will eventually contain Smut. This fic is an 18 + only fic! If you’re under 18 DO NOT read this fic!

A/N: This fic is beta’d by @kazsrm67 Thanks so much love! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! I hope you all enjoy this ride with me!

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The steps Dean made towards the bunker garage down the long, winding hallways where slow ones, but as she walked behind him, keeping her distance just enough to not make it feel as if she was hovering over him, but also keeping close enough to stabilize him if he lost his balance, felt like a small miracle in its own right.

Not so long ago, while watching him lay helpless in the hospital bed, she thought this was a sight she might never see again. Sure, he wasn’t standing tall and proud like he used to; he slouched slightly against pain as he walked, and he was slow, each step took so much effort. He wasn’t able to run. He wasn't even able to jog. But he was moving on; he was up on his feet, headed towards the garage to go and see his baby, and to her, that felt like he was running a goddamn marathon, one she though she’d never see him run, and fuck if she wasn’t proud of him none the less.

She was confident that one day, Dean would be able to stand up straight again; that he’d be able to walk again without pain or having to stop every few feet to catch his breath. But even if he didn’t, she’d love him anyway. That was something she had made peace with. She wasn’t sure at first, it was something she’d wrestled with many times, but now, there was no point in worrying about it or denying it. She loved him. She’d always love him. She didn’t know just when it started, but she knew that it was something that always would be, and that no matter whether he was ever able to love her the way she loved him or not, she’d love him anyway.

Dean came to a stop, not five feet from the garage door leaning heavily against the wall he’d been holding onto for balance, letting a long huff of air leave his lungs before he turned to look at her. She moved closer to him then, unable to stop herself from checking him to make sure he was okay, from worrying over him. It was just something he was going to have to get used to.

“I’m okay,” he’d said after a moment, “just needed to take a break.”

Y/N nodded, keeping her eyes on him to make sure he was able to catch his breath, but she didn’t push him. They’d stand there as long as he needed too. She was going at his pace. She was in no hurry.

“Are you sure you’re up for this Dean?” Y/N questioned, stepping closer to him so that he could rest himself against her, “We can always try again tomorrow if you’re in too much pain.”

“Pain’s not so bad right now, I just get so fucking tired every time I try to do anything,” he confided, slipping his arm around her shoulders to help stand himself up a little straighter.

“You’re doing great Dean, you’ll get your strength back in no time if you keep going the way you’re going,” she tried to at least encourage him a little as they slowly started to move towards the door, and Y/N opened it for the pair of them before helping Dean step down into the garage. His eyes, pale green in color because of the white light of the fluorescent lighting, wasted no time in finding his Baby, standing shinny and black, proud in the spot he always parked her.

Y/N could only watch in silence at the range of emotions that emanated from his eyes, making their way over his features; memories and emotions she could not see. She squeezed his hand, letting him know that she was still there with him;t she couldn’t chase the feelings away, and she knew that, still, it didn’t stop her from letting him know that he was not alone. No matter what he was feeling, seeing, remembering, she’d be there, no matter what.

After swallowing down whatever it was, he was feeling, Dean slowly made his way towards his Baby, his constant, the one damn thing that had been there for him when literally no one else was. Also, one of the last things he saw before the damn hunt, when he closed the trunk on her, and walked into that God forsaken barn.

She watched him closely, but kept her distance to give him some space if he needed it, as he slowly stalked around her, letting his fingers trace over the shiny, black paint job as he made his way around the trunk, and towards the drivers side of the vehicle, his olive orbs tracing over every line, every glimmer, that was his Baby in all of her glory. It was something so personal, so private, that for a moment, she wondered if she should even be standing there watching him, or let him have his moment, until his eyes drifted up towards her, tears swimming in green seas as he cleared his throat, only allowing one to fall down his freckle kissed cheek.

“Who’s been washing and taking care of her?” he questioned, and she had to swallow back the lump in her throat that suddenly appeared there.

“I have while you rested after we got back from Ohio,” she admitted, and he nodded as he patted her roof.

Y/N made her way closer to where he was standing, holding onto his car for support.

“Guess we’re retired now, sweetheart,” he told her, and fuck if Y/N didn’t want to stand there and cry like a baby, she hadn’t expected that to come out of his mouth, not at all.

Y/N could see the scars on his knuckles in the bright light of floresants as he ran his hand over her roof, and down to her door handle before grabbing it with a trembling hand. It was almost like a shining white reminder of just a hair’s tip of the mountain of loss and sacrifice that he’d given, and yet another reminder of just how cruel and unfair a hunter's end always is; how some things are harder than death could ever be. This was absolutely one of those things. The absolution that in one moment, one hunt, one more fight, things were forever changed. No matter how much either of them thought they’d made their peace with that fact, it still snuck up on them to remind them again at every turn, and each reminder hurt worse than the last.

“You feel like taking her out for a spin before the rain starts?” Y/N questioned, her throat tight and her voice tense as she slowly placed her hand on his lower back, unable to stand back anymore. It was just too hard to be a bystander in those moments. She had to be close to him, for her own sake.

Dean nodded, and reached his open palm out for the keys that she dropped heavily into his hand, and he closed his eyes for a moment as he took a deep breath, trying to control his emotions. “You’re gonna come with me right?” he questioned, and Y/N nodded because she didn’t trust her own voice at that moment.

Dean paused for one final moment in debate over whether or not this was a good idea to go, much less drive, but with one determined nod of his head, he opened the door in front of him, and her doors squealed a welcome almost like to an old friend as she helped to brace him, and allowed him to slide inside.

To someone that didn’t know, a bystander that might be just passing by when he sat down inside of her driver’s seat, he would have looked normal, natural even in his place. But to her, this was better than a victory lap around the fucking bunker, because this moment was one she was afraid she’d never see again, and here they were. Dean back behind the wheel of his baby, where he belonged.

Y/N shut the door and hurried around to the passenger side to slide in as Dean put the keys in the ignition and started her engine; he placed both hands at 10 and 2. Other than the steady hum of the engine, and natural vibrations of the car, nothing could be heard. It was as if time itself stood as Dean sat with his hands on the wheel, and his eyes closed tight.

He didn’t move a muscle until Y/N reached across the seat and placed a hand on top of this jean clad thigh, and he jumped slightly at her touch, as if it brought him back from wherever he slipped off to in that moment, and she couldn’t help but think to herself that she’d always be there if she could, to pull him away from those not so easy moments; to save him, the way he saved so many people, because it’s what he deserved after all he’s been through.

“I’m right here with you Dean, you’ve got this.”

Dean nodded, and put her in drive and slowly started to back out of her spot and head towards the opening garage doors like he’d done so many times since they’d gotten the bunker; but now, now it just felt different, significant, heavier.

It was a slow pace, he never really opened her up as he drove down the familiar roads towards town. He was being careful, she could tell. Understandably, he was a little afraid of just what he was capable of after all this time. Still, through it all, the car never wavered from her course, and if someone didn’t know what had happened to him, they’d never be able to tell.

As he went, he slowly started to relax into his seat, and so did Y/N, both sat in silence as the blacktop underneath them rolled on. Dean seemed to have no real destination. She wanted to know more than anything what was going on inside of his head, to just get a peak at what he might be struggling with or thinking as he turned onto an old back road that led to the spillway just outside of town, a favorite spot of Deans to go park up when he had a lot on his mind, and well, she supposed if anyone had an reason to have a lot on his mind, it would be Dean.

She observed him closely as he shoved Baby into park, and released a breath she didn’t know he was holding as his eyes ghosted over the water pouring from the small concrete forum in front of them that separated the river from the damn water to prevent it from running into the small town with muddy, Kansas water.

At first, neither of them said a word, they just let the silence and the soft sounds of Metallica drift over them like the ways from the water pouring blow. The weight that they had both been feeling since Dean’s accident, had by no means lifted. If anything, the air between them was charged and heavy with unspoken feelings and enough heavy waited emotions to suffocate them if they weren’t careful. Maybe the heaviness would never really go away. Maybe it would. There was really no way to know at this point, and no real point in dwelling on it.

Finally, Dean hummed as he shifted slightly in his seat, his eyes leaving the water before him, and drifting over the car’s interior, lingering on the backseat in the rearview mirror, and Y/N wished like hell she could see whatever it was he was remembering.

“You know, this car, as stupid as this is gonna sound, has always been somewhere I could call home,” he stated suddenly, and Y/N said nothing, just let him voice whatever it was he was feeling. It was rare that Dean was in a sharing mood, and she wasn’t about to spoil the moment.

“Sam, he was different,” he continued. “Dad would take us to drop us off at another school, in another town, and Sam hated to see it pull up again to pick us up when it was time to leave. I was always glad to see her pull up. It meant things went according to plan, and it was onto the next shithole of a town. When we were in between hunts, or school wasn’t in session, I knew that, as long as the wheels were rolling, and I could lay on the backseat while Dad drove, put my hand on her floorboard and feel her engine purring through her frame, that we were safe. That everything was going to be okay.”

Y/N swallowed heavily, determined not to let the emotions bubbling up in her chest, and her driving hatred of John show, on her face as Dean’s eyes met hers. Through all that he’d been through, Dean hated someone to pity him, hated someone to look at him as if they were sorry for his upbringing, and Y/N knew better than to do that now.

“I learned something through all of this bullshit recently,” he said, reaching across the seats and grabbing her hand to pull her closer to him, and she slid over without complaint as he laced their fingers together; she laid her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes, letting his deep voice wash over her, soothing the storm within that always seemed to be raging.

“What’s that?” she prompted as his lips found the top of her head, and pressed a soft, lingering kiss there. She could live right here, forever in this moment.

“Home can be a person too.”

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Day 22 🎃 Object Insertion & Phone Sex

Konosuke Takeshita x afab! reader (18+)

Requested by anonymous

Warnings: Some swearing. Descriptive sexual acts. Minors do not read. Unprotected sex. NSFW under the cut. Use of sex toys. Mutual masturbing.

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs and photos do not belong to me

I hope you like it.

YN'S POV:

"YN." Was all I heard through the phone the moment he picked up. I could tell by his deep breathing and the little whines he was letting out that he has already started without me.

"You started without me." I knew I was sounding bratty but I have been waiting all day for this.

"Couldn't wait. You took too long." He breathed out and at that moment I could imagine what he looked like.

Naked, his body has a nice sheen of sweat. His hand moving up and down his hard length. Stopping to twist his hand around the tip. His other hand, playing with his balls or his nipples. Yes, it would a beautiful site to see.

"Join me." Was all he said and I was already Stripping by the time he was even finished saying that.

"Need to see you Konosuke." I said to him and not even ten seconds later, he was video chatting me.

I whined when I saw him. He has placed the phone in the perfect position and I can see everything.

My mouth watered when I saw how shinny his cock was from how turned on he clearly was.

He was close and I needed to catch up too him. "Use your toy." He growled.

I reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out the dildo that he bought me for occasions like that.

He watched as I put it in my mouth, moaning around the length that matched him perfectly.

"I wish that was you Konosuke."

"Me too YN, shit me too." His hand was moving faster as he watched me insert dildo into my hole.

My own head flung back as I was finally filled after waiting for this all day. I didn't wait to start moving it in and out of me.

The two of us couldn't even talk coherently as we watched the other one get off. My own hips were bucking off the bed as I was so close.

Konosuke was the same. His hips could hardly stay on the bed and I watched his hand reached down and played with his balls and his handsome face scrunched up.

I moaned loudly as I watched him cum all over his chest and stomach, his hand never once stopping to try and get every last drop out of him.

"Cum for me YN." He gasped out. His eyes staring right at me. With a gasp of his name, I came. My hole clenching around the dildo so tight that I could hardly move it.

My whole body shaking with small tremors that quickly ended. I was breathing deeply once I opened my eyes and I could see him smiling at me. I could tell he was tired.

"Get some sleep love. I know it is late there." I said to him, even though I didn't want him to hang up.

"I will see you soon. Love you." And the screen was blank.

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faeseekerandy · 8 months

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Reply to Music Prompt 8 and 9 by Revan

Prompt 8: And you'll miss the old you, but here's the deal- that good girl you were was really fucking bad at being real.

Character Terra Judas Contract.

Raven had seen everything going on in Terra’s mind, Slade’s plan, Terra’s past, EVERYTHING. That day when she as having a nightmare, when she made contact with her. She also saw something that called her attention. Terra she was having doughts about her feelings for Slade But it wasn’t what she thought. BB was not the first thing on her mind. Terra had a very childish crush on Raven. She was so close, her heart leaped, and her soft fingers touching her face. Her reaction was instant tension.

-Get your hands off me you witch – Terra screamed, full defense off, did she read my mind, did she know?

- I know what you’re planning todo, the judas contract everything, - said Raven while training in the holodeck in Titan Tower. With all the blowing up robots and noice,it was the only chance they had to talk honestly. – I wont tell anyone yet, but you need to tell them what’s going on, this is serious.

You bitch, how dare you look into my thoughts, you had no …. – she said this while throwing a huge rock at raven. The idea of another being prying into her secret thoughts and feeling made her feel dirty inside. Like her mind was not her own.

I could tell from day one that the good girl you were was really fucking bad at being real, said raven, you tell yourself that you love Slade, you tell yourself that you don’t love me, you tell yourself that you want to be alone, and deep down you know you’re lying to yourself.

Shut up bitch – replied Terra – You’re keeping secrets too, I know what will happen on the day you finally break, and the destruction that you will cause to everyone around you. You’re a demon much worst than Slade. When the time comes and you finally awaken, will you miss your old self? Or will you feast on the blood of all your so call friends. You and I are more alike than you think.

9: One thing I like about me is that I'm nothing like you and I never will be.

Rathaway had gained a new hobbie. He discovered that under the right circumstance anything could be a rat. A racoon? Rat, a bat, rat with wings, a dog? Also a rat. EVERYTHING is a rat , Rathaway told himself and then played his flute, and racoons, dogs, cats bats they all came from all over central city and appeared at his door. Each carrying a jewell, a bill, a watch, whatever was shinny in the city. That was the instruction.

Its brilliant! There is a rat inside every home with a pet! They are my army gathering all the shinnies. Nobody will miss one jewell going missing every day

Rathaway was licking his chops at how much money he was making. Every night he ordered his “rats” to gather something shinny, some bought back forks and knives, or useless jump but some of them had real gold and silver jewelry. He would feed only the “rats” that had gold and jewels and began to train all the pets of the city to bring him jewelry. Something small that would not be missed.

Obviously it didn’t take Barry and the others to learn what he was doing , it had his MO written all over. They busted in the door and found Rathaway sleeping on a pile of shinny treasures like a huge dragon, completely naked and crying like an infant.

Rathaway WTF, said bary more annoyed than anything, dude this is weird, you haven’t sold anything why are you even doing this. It makes no sense.

I see a lot of rings in this pile, - said rathaway annoyed - A LOT of rings.

So? – replied barry annoyed

A LOT of rings , where the fuck is mine! – said Rathaway.

Your’s We’re not even toge… - barry was confused

Oh so when we slept together the other night, and those long walks on the beach ( rathaway goes on to describe a huge list of things that never happened )

Rathaway buddy, you need more self love, you don’t need to do this to get my attention.

Fuck you barry, seriously, am I gonna have to kidnap a bunch of children to get you to notice me? – said an annoyed rathaway, now standing up completely in the nude, everything visible!

Barry blushed and ran to cover his friend, noticing that he was also very very drunk. – barry placing both hands on rathaway’s shoulders said – you need to lover yourself more…

-fuck you too barry – replied rathaway

- that’s not what I mean – replied barry

- what im saying is, find things you love about yourself, work on yourself, you need to…

- but rathaway interrupted him looking at barry straight in the eyes,

- One thing I like about me is that I'm nothing like you and I never will be., and saying this he kicked barry in the balls and ran away carried by an army of racoons laughing as loudly as he could, HAHAHAHAHA you’re an idiot barry, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH NOTICE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

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nimata-beroya · 1 year

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MY THOUGHTS ON THE MANDALORIAN - Chapter 17 "The Apostate"

I can't believe the wait is over! I got up even earlier than I've been doing since TBB started so I could watch both shows before starting my day, but it was so worthy cutting my sleep short. The premiere was incredible and sets up nicely what we'll see this season. My favorite dad-son duo is back and I'm beyond happy about it.

Reactions and thoughts below the cut

This is a flashback? Don't tell me this is when Din took the creed, bc I'm dead if it is.

Oh kark!!! What's that?!! A mega crocodile?!!! Wtf?!!! (I wish this would've been a mythosaur instead. I'm still holding hope to see one, even if the chances are low)

The armorer is badass as always

Paz!! (He's been a jerk to Din in the past but I love him anyway)

Oh! Din in the N1!! So it's NOT a flashback (but I know the confusion is intentional) Din saving the day is awesome. The Mand'alor to the rescue, even if most of those mandos don't know that he's their leader.

Now, that I know this is the present day, my question is where all those Mandalorians came from, because the covert has GROWN. I mean, last time we saw them, it was just Paz and the armorer (well, supposedly it has been like a year since so, they had time to gather the people)

Also, I noticed this in a rewatch (yes, I've rewatched it like 3 times already) If the Living Waters are so important, why can younglings be baptized (because that's what it is) in any body of water? Couldn't Din do the same to be redeemed? I mean, it's like crazy to me that this kid is taking the creed in some lake in a backwater planet, and Din has to go to Mandalore to do basically the same thing. I guess it's to show his genuine commitment, but it's just stupid.

The only good thing about the mega turtle/armored crocodile's attack is that they have plenty of meat to eat 🤣

Grogu being a cutie pie peeking up in his bubble in the N1 to say hi... adorable!! 🥰🥰🥰

Ugh! I hate that the Armorer start with the same old narrow-minded speech and rejecting Din. Go kark yourself, Armorer! Din doesn't need any of you. This is the second time you speak about Din taking the helmet off, and you don't ask why he did it. That should count for something.

Oooh! Where did you find that?? 😆 With Jawas, of course. Din's new BFFs.

I'm convinced that the Armorer was going to take back her words and say there's no a way for Din to redeem himself, but one look at Grogu is enough to cave in. The baby totally convinced the armorer there.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!! Purrgils?!!! Is that a purrgil? Omg !!! A purrgil!!!!!!! A purrgil!!!!! (As a Rebels fan this makes me sooooooooooooo happy)

Grogu cuddling with Din to sleep is the cutest thing ever, and I've been saying since season 2 started that it has happened many times before, I think since Din put that little hammock for Grogu to sleep in his sleeping space in the Razor Crest. I don't think Grogu missed the opportunity to cuddle when all he had to do was get off the hammock. AND in chapter 10, he also cuddled to sleep next to Din under his cape, and Din didn't bat an eyelash about it, a proof that it wasn't something new.

Of course he's visiting Nevarro. I knew that from the trailers.

Din remembering Ig-11 💚💚💚

😂😂😂😂 Grogu spinning the chair. I love this so much because it shows that Grogu is still a baby. But it also shows that he's matured a bit. I compare this with what a 3-4 year old would do (even if Grogu doesn't quite behave like a human child of that age in other areas like speech). I remember doing exactly that (well, no with the force) when I was that age and my dad took me to his job. In comparison, Grogu touching buttons in season 1 is a very baby-beginning-to-walk/crawl-like behavior, testing boundaries of what he can or cannot do and almost as a game. While in season 2, grabbing his toy, his shinny knob, and take with him when as he leaves the ship (like in chapter 13) is a behavior seen in 2-3 year olds (and older obvs). So despite his cute demeanor, Grogu has grown.

😂😂😂😂 Greef not caring about Grogu's name. We've been there. Don't worry, it grows on you.

So funny how Karga gets all 😠 if others don't say his title properly. High magistrate!

Oh, trouble! Pirates. The nitkos, yep, big trouble.

What are you doing Din? You're going to kill me, leaning that way against the tree. Have mercy!

Yeah, that's gonna bite you in the ass later, Karga, and Din will need to come back and help you with a group of mandos.

Aha!! Yes! Cara's absence explained. There it goes, a square on my bingo card 😊

What? Ig11? But I need someone to explain to me how IG-11's torso and head are intact when the explosive he had for self-destruction was on his chest??!!!

Awwww, gawd!! You're killing me with feels here, Din! He's the only droid you trust 🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭

I like Din is showing his skills here (and they're using the same music of when Kuiil reprogrammed him 😢) But what if IG-11 wakes up with the old programming??

Here we go!

I knew it, I knew it!!! Aaaaaaaaahhhh!!!!!! NOOoooooo!!!

Din tossing Grogu at Karga like a ball 😆

Kill the droid already!! Why is it so hard now when it took just one bolt last time?! Crushing it also works, I guess.

The anzellans!!!

Awww, he's your friend!! Din!!! 😭😭😭😭😭

Din's look when Karga keep translating for him. Priceless!

Grogu squeezing the anzellan 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 and Din using his name, and being in Dad mode activated "Sorry about that, he's young." 🤣

Awwww Din teaching his son, and Grogu paying attention. Aaaaaahhh this is too cute!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰 They could make the show only about this and I'd be happy.

Ugh! Pirates again!

Hehehe! Grogu strapping in with Din's bandolier is perfect.

Oh! so that's the dogfight in the asteroid field. I thought we'd see this in a later episode. But i LOVE the music!! Joseph Sherley did an amazing job scoring this!

Gorian Shard is basically Davey Jones in space??? So this is who is going to wreck Nevarro 😠

Kelevala. This where Bo-Katan is.

Where the pram comes from? I mean, there's no much cargo space in the N1. I guess it's detachable from the ship, and it's where Grogu sits when he’s in his bubble.

Ugh, Bo! So why are you so hypocritical? You speak of how the Children of the Watch and other factions (like DEAD WATCH perhaps?!!) fractured mandalorian society. Girl, YOU were in one of those factions. Like seriously? Did you forget that you helped to dethrone YOUR sister (which led to her murder)? Excuse me for my lack of sympathy for you because people left you because you couldn't take the Darksaber back. Be as passive agressive and hypocritical as you want but that won't make you a better leader. Honestly, i think mandalorians will be better off if you're nowhere near a position of power.

Altho, you've been graciously informative, but I know there's a catch somewhere, and this won't be the last time we see you.

Nooooooo why did it have to end? Why I have to wait a week?!!!

Yay!!! They put Brendan's and Lateef's names in the credits as co-stars!! Well deserved and long overdue.

If the length of this review is of any indication, I enjoyed this episode immensely. I think it sets things for the rest of the season very nicely, and I'm very excited to see how everything plays out.

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prittypony1 · 2 months

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Come my little one-( lullaby from god)

Come/ my child

Oh come/ to me

Your sad,/ and droopy, /and weary as / can be

The world /has pushed /you to / your knees

That’s enough /of the world

Child, /come / to me

I see/ your sparkling eyes are filled with tears

Your eyebrows /go up and down, Your chin/ is trembling

Your smile /has turned upside down, /and theirs a knot /in your throat

Come/ my child, /oh come /to me

Rest /your head, /tell me all/ your woes

Don’t /be scared, /you are not/ alone

You /will find /comfort /and security

So /little one, /please come/, oh come /to me

If you /need a hug, /those always free

If you/ need kind words, /take as many, /as you need

If you/ need some wisdom/ that I can impart, /then listen/ my child,/ I’ll tell you/ straight from my heart.

If you / need a promise, I’ve got plenty /of those

If you /need the future, /I’ll tell you, /to wait and see

If you /need some healing/ then TRUST ME to heal

Whatever you need/ just ask/ and I’ll give

You worry /about the past

And the future /is unclear

But you’re/ in the present, /and I’m /right here.

Stop worrying,/ and fretting, /and doubting,/little one

And trust/ that I /can handle / whatever’s to come

Time/ and space/ and the world/ is in my hand

I’m master/ of all that/ it’s under my/ command

You don’t/ need to / about a /single thing

Just think/ about/ what tomorrow/ will bring

Tomorrow/ is a bright/ and shinny/ new day

So rest/ your head/ time to calm / your heart

Sleep now/ and I’ll say/ goodnight

I’ll watch you/ protect you/ let’s turn off /the light

I’ll be there /tomorrow/ to sing this/ again

If you need/ reminders/ every now/ and again

Keep this/ little song/ close to your heart

And sing this/ when you feel/ that I’m/ far away

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From: https://pinkkacey.itch.io/modern-aeon/devlog/657382/post-mortum-i-sorta-regret-writing-a-trans-lesbian-elongated-muskrat

When I first started working on this story (I think back in 2021) I approached it with a desire solely to chase the themes present in the first part. The small dom with a lot of attitude, big dog service top who likes to get pulled around (a real masochist emotionally and physically). The bodyguard and her dark evil ceo lover. I followed a desire to write something inspired by the roaring 20s and the evil but thrilling wonder if an industrialists life. Paying people to have ideas for you, is a very old industrial capitalist thing. I wanted to show the glamor and the luxury of shinny leather, designer watches, tailored suits, and flowing dresses all on rough, beautiful lesbians. I think to an extent that first part really does convey that pretty well.

I have been thinking a lot about how Flur, even though she isn't as evil or manipulative as she wants people to think she is, is a capitalist in a way that I might never write again. My stomach has been so churned by Twitter falling apart. I wanted to write Flur sorta as a response too, ya know, what would a "good" person like this look like to me. What sorts of things would make up her mindset, how would she be radicalized away from great man theory and towards equity and labor rights. But you know, for all the good she has done in the story, she's still stolen people's wages and been a land lord and stuff. I know she's fictional, but I also I don't really believe there really can be such a thing as a "good industrialist" or "good capitalist" anymore. I guess that was my radicalization journey.

I wouldn't blame people for not connecting or even understanding the choice of character I wrote here. Ultimately though, her character is one of flipping people off and grabbing a failing world by the throat to right it for the better. Murdering your r*pist half brother in front of your family so you can steal the factory out from under him and keep the family from immolating in male chauvinist related debt does feel pretty wild. But whatever, I had fun. We can be wild ass from time to time. It's fine.

The novel opens with a peak at Flur's desire for equity for dragonkind, something that's not hidden but does grow in the background across the story to the point where it's implied she's selling weapons to a liberation movement in the southern part of the country. Flur actively lobbies against removing subways in the capital where she lives and does lots of her business. It would be more profitable to force everyone to buy a car with the engines she designed, but she still makes hand over fist selling them to train, subway, plane, and boat companies. By the end of the book she asks her workers to run her company for themselves, effectively becoming nothing more than a figure head a loud mouth piece. The story conveys a lot of that in the margins however, mostly because this isn't a story about Flur's company or her political actions.

The second part is where the story turns away from what was presented in the first part. The story isn't really about these two characters as bodyguard and CEO either, it's about their relationship and dealing with history. Things coming back to get you, litterally or emotionally. I think my favorite part of the whole novel is that masquerade, the way in which Tempest comes into her own and how she proves her love. I really like these two characters, I think about them a lot still.

The last couple parts I really struggled with, particularly the train part. I really wanted to write it well, and I think for the most part it's a strong bit of story with some weak areas. I really like the intro of family in there. The ending is a favorite, particularly the last chunk of these two living together and having a family feels very special to me. If you've read it, or it sounds interesting, I hope you feel the same.

I feel like if I were to ever come back to this story I would refine it to solely be based around that masquerade. I'd revise how the antagonist and the demon stuff works. It gets a big shonin anime, but that's fine. I'd also make it more clear how Flur's an anticapitalist disguised as a capitalist. I'd make the focus solely on the power of Tempest and Flur's love, though it is in this novel as well.

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waiting-for-motivation · 3 years

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cuddling the 104th

summary: Ignoring her bed rest, (Y/n) escapes the med bay with the help of Sinker and Boost. Commander Wolffe encounters them. Will he help? Or will he tell Plo‘buir?

pairings: 104th x Reader, Sinker, Boost, Wolffe, Comet

warnings: the softest fluff

words: 901

a/n: manifesting my wolfpack boys in tomorrows episode :) also this is part of my 1k celebration

MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES

“Sinker! Boost! What are you doing?“

Heavy steps echo through the corridor. Wolffe watches his brothers round a corner and starts to run. There was someone in their arms and the Commander is quite sure who this someone is - their Padawan (Y/n).

Soft giggles reach his ears as he rounds the corner as well and almost runs into Sinker. His brothers look at him with wide guilty eyes.

“Hello there Wolffe“, (Y/n) greets the Commander with a silly smile and waves her hand. Her hand only stops moving when Sinker grabs it. Boost tightens his grip around (Y/n)s weak body, cradling her against his chest.

“Why is she here? She is injured!“, Wolffe asks protectively and takes a step forward to take (Y/n) from his brothers arms. She frowns at him and grasps Boosts top blacks.

“She hates the med bay! They gave her a good amount of painkillers which made her uncomfortable“, the Sergeant of the Wolfpack tries to explain but Wolffe shakes his head no. There is no way they can carry her around the ship while she has a broken leg as well as a blaster wound. She needs to stay in bed.

“I will take her back“, Wolffe announces and moves one of his arms under (Y/n)s legs while the other wraps around her upper body. With a sad glance towards the Padawan, Boost lets go of her. (Y/n) squirms in Wolffes arms but to no avail. The painkillers as well as blood loss made her dizzy.

Silent steps come closer and as Sergeant Sinker looks around the corner, he discovers their General. After turning back around he stops Wolffe with a hand against his firm chest. (Y/n) begs in his arms to stay with the clones. She wants so desperately to sleep in their barracks. Because that is where she feels most at home.

“Plo‘buir is coming!“, Sinker tells the group. (Y/n)s heart sinks because she knows her Master will bring her straight back to med bay. So she looks up at Wolffe with huge pleading eyes. The Commander sighs and nods.

“You distract him. I will get her inside our barracks“, Wolffe commands and his words make (Y/n)s eyes shine. While Sinker and Boost head towards the General with some stupid excuse, he walks the other way.

“I knew you had a soft spot for me“, (Y/n) states after some silence with a sweet giggle. Wolffe looks at her for a second but then focuses on not being seen by too many people. Still there is a smile on his lips.

“No. I simply want you where I can watch over you. Getting you back to the med bay would never stop you from trying to escape“, Wolffe explains as he rounds the last corner and walks straight towards the entrance of the Wolfpacks barracks.

“What you are trying to say is: You are soft for me“, (Y/n) teases and pokes the Commanders chest. She watches him roll his eyes like he always does. But she knows its not a mean gesture.

“C-Commander“, Comet greets the two of them. Sinker and Boost gave him the mission to guard the barracks and cover them. He is surprised to see (Y/n) in the arms of Wolffe, the one they thought would be a big problem.

Inside the barracks the clones of the 104th are already dragging their mattresses from their cots to a huge comfortable pile in the middle of the room. Some shinnies welcome (Y/n) with a pat on her shoulder or simply a smile.

Wolffe places (Y/n) in the middle of the combined mattresses, checking her for any sign of pain or discomfort, but she smiles at him sweetly. Comet drapes a blanket around her shoulders and then sits down next to her. All the other clones lay down around them like some human barrier. (Y/n) feels safe.

Sinker and Boost come through the door with laughter and join their brothers the same time as their Commander returns. Wolffe has taken off his armor. The second he lays on his back, (Y/n) rests her head on his chest. One of her hands is entwined with Comets.

“The real reason why I wanted to be here is that I wanted to know if everyone is aright“, (Y/n) whispers after some time and feels Wolffe shift underneath her.

“It‘s okay, ad‘ika. We are all safe now“, Wolffe breathes and wraps an arm around (Y/n). He caresses her back with his rough fingers, trying to calm her to sleep. It works. After some time the Padawan is sighing in her sleep and clutches Wolffes top blacks in her small hand.

It‘s silent for a while and most clones are already sleeping. Then Sinker and Boost start bickering about their next mission where the clones get to carry jetpacks. Both are too excited to sleep.

“Sinker. Boost. Shut up!“, Wolffe whisper-screams and kicks Boost in the neck to silence him. While Sinker laughs, Boost groans pained. Soon even the two fall asleep.

The next morning (Y/n) is the first one to wake up because she feels a close presence in the force. She looks around and meets the gaze of her Master. But he is smiling under his mask and leaves as soon as (Y/n) sees him. At least his Padawan is keeping her bed rest with the clones at her side.

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jd-loves-fiction · 3 years

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➤ Jason Todd x Reader

➤ Warnings: gun kink, unprotected sex [don’t be silly, wrap the willy ;)]

➤ @catxsnow @internalsealpanic @littleredwing89

[22:50] Your lungs burn as you leapt from one building to another, begging you to slow down at once.

No chance of that, not with the sound of heavy footsteps thundering behind you as a grunt is heard after the man chasing you lands.

So you keep running, despite the tightness of your chest, the soreness of your feet and burning in your muscles.

But somewhere deep inside, something urges you to stop. Something more abstract than the discomfort you feel.

"Come on, princess. Stop and let's talk this out!"

"No way in hell, you glorified eyesore!" You yell back, jumping yet another gap between buildings almost perfectly.

Almost.

You misjudge the distance and are unable to stick the landing, rolling across the roof until you stop on your back. You don't move, already hearing how his footsteps become slower. He approaches your defeated form, panting as your ankle throbs slightly. You know you can't run anymore at this point, so why tire yourself out.

Red Hood steps over you, placing his boots on your spread arms, barely applying any pressure, just enough to send a message.

You can hear his heave, distorted, and you imagine him to be sweating bullets under his helmet, while you cool off with the cold, humid air of late night Gotham.

"Did you need to do all that? I just wanted to talk." Red hood protests, exasperated and still panting as you do the same with a skeptical look.

"Seems it was more your gun wanting to do the talking." You bite back, feeling small under his gaze, so far up from you, but refusing to show it.

You can almost see his red helmet contort into a frown as you both know what you said isn't true. He may threaten you but he'd never actually shoot you. No matter how much he tries to hide it, he enjoys this dynamic of yours. And so do you.

The sexual tension, usually pointed out by others around you, could be cut with a meat cleaver. And it just keeps building. Every encounter or skirmish usually leaves you with sticky underwear and him with tighter pants. You excite him, keep him on his toes, and he does the same to you.

Not to mention the more intimate moments you've shared.

Walking the grey line of morality meant that your friends could be your enemies and vice versa. For you two, it meant that one day you could be bandaging each other up (still with the masks on) and the next day you could be the ones creating a need for the bandages.

And that is fine. You both think it's fine.

Until the tension brewing comes to a head spills over from the cauldron.

Red Hood takes his feet away from your biceps, stepping just below them to take the weight off and still keep close. He then takes his shinny, polished gun from its holster, not yet having been used on that night.

His large thighs flex as he crouches over your chest, placing the gun under your chin as you stare into the white eyes of his hood, hoping to catch a glimpse of what's behind.

"Well, if that's the only way I'll get you to talk." His deep voice, seemingly deepened by the voice modulator, rumbles through your chest as he speaks.

"There are other ways…" You whisper suggestively, mask slits lowering as you smirk seductively. The complete switch from your feisty defiance to a velvety tone and alluring expression makes him pause.

"Oh? And what would those be?" The gun feels cool against your skin as he presses it harder against you.

"You could start by taking off your helmet." You say confidently. And just like that, the gun's pressure leaves you as he pulls it away slightly.

Red Hood sighs deeply, shoulders dropping, "You know I can't do that, princess."

"Not for me?"

"Not for you, not for anyone I'm afraid."

"Won't even let me try to change your mind?" You purr. Your hands crawl up his tense legs, feeling the muscles quiver under your fingertips before they settle on his hips.

"I can't promise you anything." His tone turns stern, almost cold, but his breathing wavers at the feeling of your warm hands on his cold body.

"Then don't. Just let me do my thing and see how you feel afterwards." You suggest, nails scratching just above his belt. His hand flexes for a moment, contemplating, before he traces his gun down your throat and towards your warm chest.

"Think you can change my mind, do you?" His free hand brushes your hair away from your face before he grabs your chin between his gloved fingers. "Let's see what you got."

You slip your legs out from under him, placing them around his waist and throwing him off balance to the side, following the momentum and sitting yourself over him.

Red Hood's helmet hits the floor as he lets his head fall back. You lay your weight on his middle before gripping both his wrists while leaning closer to his face.

"You sound quite cocky. Not much reason to, since you're the one on the ground while I could just get up and run. You'd be left all alone to take care of your little problem." You whisper while grinding your ass against said problem.

"True, but we both know you don't really want to. And it's not so little, princess." His voice is deep and raspy as you continue your hip movements, taking his gun out of his hand. "I'll believe it when I see it."

"Then you better start working, doll face."

You scoff at his tone before realizing the safety was off on the gun. "The safety was off?" You ask, shocked, as you turn it on, placing it by your side.

"Sorry, forgot about it. Had more interesting things to think about." His hands reach for you before you grab them, pinning them beside his head.

"You forgot about it? Not very professional of you, considering your impulses." Your chest meets his as you lean heavily on his wrists. You both know your hold on them means close to nothing and that he could easily get out of it, but he'd allow it if it meant having fun.

"Not the impulses you should be focusing on, sweetheart." His legs bend, urging you forward and making his crotch grind against yours.

“Ooh, I’m so scared of a man whose face I can’t even see. Not to mention the fact that you clearly have a very soft spot for me, sweetheart.” You tease, grinding your hips down firmly, reveling in the deep grunt that makes him chest vibrate against yours.

Red Hood lets out a slow breath, body relaxing completely as he stays silent, “Yeah, you’re right.” he finally says, quietly, absentmindedly. You stare deep into the whites of his mask as he stays tight-lipped and seemingly contemplating something.

"Can I trust you? Completely?" He asks before you hum, taking your hands away and sitting up. You ignore his boner poking your ass.

"Yes, of course you can." Your expression turns soft and serious as you speak. You hope he can hear your honesty more than see it through the mask.

He nods before reaching for his helmet, "Wait!" You exclaim as your hands stop him. "What are you doing?!"

"Listen, princess. I want this and I trust you. So I'm acting on all this fucking tension because honestly, I can't wait anymore." And so you let him reach for the back of his helmet, clicking it open with a hiss, before he takes it off and you're baffled by the image before you.

His hair is short and black with a white streak, just as messy and sweaty as you expected. His eyes are a startling, pale green, and they watch your reaction for a moment before his cheeks darken. There's the beginning of dark stubble on his jaw and chin. Even the small scars all across his face, from his cheek to the bridge of his nose, add to his rugged handsomeness that nothing your mind has ever conjured up could compare to.

"Don't comment too much. We can leave the soft stuff for another time. Right now, I just need to be inside you." The heated look in his striking eyes makes your breath stutter, along with his words. Before you smile cheekily while trailing your nails down his hard abs.

"'Leave the soft stuff for another time?' That better mean you'll be taking me out on a date, or I'm not having it." You tease, winking at him as he smiles fondly. You take off your mask and place it by his helmet, ego massively boosted by the immensely flustered look on his face as yours is revealed.

"Do comment all you like. And you can call me Y/N." You whisper into the night, lips a breath away from his.

"Jason. Nice to meet you, finally."

His soft lips crash against yours as months of tension come to a head while teeth scrape and tongues battle for dominance. You lose it and let Jason suck on your tongue as you rush to unbuckle his pants after raising his shirt slightly.

You feel his hands grip your waist tightly, meaning to flip you under him, before you hold him back by placing your hands on his, "Let me ride you, please."

"Ah fuck, doll face." Jason's voice wavers as you reach past his boxers to grab his hot member in your cold hand. Your hand moves up and down, feeling him harden fully in your palm as your forehead rests against his.

Your lips suck on his pulse while your other hand brushes a long scar in the middle of his torso, that you refuse to comment on.

"Princess, you better stop or I'm gonna cum. And I just wanna do it inside you." He grunts, tugging at your pants while holding your wrist to slow you down.

You take your pants off, thankful for the roof's tall walls and the fact that, for once, it isn't raining like hell. The stone digs into your knees as you settle over him once again.

"You ready?" Jason asks as you move his cock through your folds. You're not sure of the answer. He looks too girthy for you to take without prep painlessly. But with the burning ache on your core begging to feel him inside, your patience is quickly running out, so you're sure going to try.

You sink down instead of answering, slipping only the head of his cock inside you, making his eyes widen and nearly roll back at the unexpected pleasure, before they close tightly as he struggles to hold his own hips down as you adjust.

"Ah! Doll…" He sighs, hips twitching as they try to raise against the weight of you. You hold yourself up on his stomach as your walls are stretched to their limit, trying not to impale yourself too quickly.

You breathe hard and deep as you move down, the base being thicker makes it harder and not painful, but it's worth it for Jason's face as you finally descend all the way until your hips meet his and he gasps before moaning loudly and deeply. His cheeks become even redder than before, looking to the side at his loud noise.

You lean towards his ear to whisper, moving him inside you slightly which makes him groan again, "Be as loud as you like, nobody can hear you. Plus, not sure anybody cares."

“Fuck, princess, please tell me I can move. I just wanna fuck this pussy so bad.” Jason says, hands holding onto your hips. You nod desperately, already half gone with the feeling of his hard cock fully inside, raising yourself with a whimper and dropping again.

“Shit, doll!” He exclaims, hands helping you move as his hips raise while you drop, his tip hitting you impossibly deep as a layer of sweat starts to form on both of your foreheads, hair sticking to the skin.

“Ah, Jason.” You whimper, grounding your clit against his pelvis at the bottom.

“You feel so good, doll. So warm and wet, fuck…” He sighs, hand grasping your hair and pulling your lips against his as you set a hard and fast pace.

Your lips barely connect for more than a few moments, kisses interrupted by moans and whimpers as you breathe against each other's mouths.

Your toes begin to curl as sparks of pleasure travel all over your flushed body, breathing heavy as your heart pounds against your chest. Your body jerks as Jason’s rough and calloused finger starts rubbing firm circles on your clit.

“You close, sweetheart? You gonna cum all over my cock? Clench even tighter, shit!” He sighs, followed by a groan as you do clench tighter around him at his dirty words while the pleasure builds.

“Jason, please! I’m so close.” You moan desperately, muscles twitching as you allow Jason to do the most work with his powerful thrusts and rough fingers.

Your back arches as you finally reach that peak, shivering, nails digging into his stomach as you let him thrust into your pussy until he lets out a grunt once he reaches his orgasm, warm filling you as his cum drips out of you and down your thighs.

You open your eyes, gazing up into the dark sky, catching your breath before looking down. Jason lays back, sighing as the aftershocks of his high wears off slowly, leaving him sated and tired, pent up tension finally released.

You lean forward, ignoring the way your pussy twitches as he nudges the inside, and placing a kiss to his red cheek and smiling at his hazy, faraway gaze.

“So, about that date, you free on Friday?”

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dianagj-art · 3 years

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MIPHA! MIPHA! MIPHA!

I tried to do more of the screenshot/cinematic kinds look but I gave up and just bullshited the backgrounds bc I didn't wanted to look so plain but I also didn't want to do a background

anyways Mipha is here! it's Mipha time!

(Friendly remainder that what's bellow is just copy paste from my draft and there's probably a lot of typos and gramar mistakes)

More of Yiga Link AU

A group of young Zoras finds Link's body sinking on the river, south of the Minish Woods. They take him out to land and check on him, he is barely alive and they quickly take him all the way to Zora's domain. They send the fastest of them first to inform the princess and she meets them halfway.

Link's wounds are bad, but she still can heal him, they take him to the domain to keep an eye on him, besides he is still uncouncious. They set him up on that little area for other species when they visit, and Mipha had other healers take a proper look at him.

The princess buys him clothes from a merchant since his are barely existent with so many cuts. The zora recognize those cuts, they know the boy was on a Yiga attack and unfortunately, they find his tattoo behind his neck.

They are not idiots and they fear the boy might be a spy and all was just a set up, the princess still wants to talk to him. Mipha was no fool and she wasn't as naive as most people outside the Domain may think, but she was curious, and there was a feeling in her chest that told her there was more to know about this boy.

Link wakes up in unknown clothes, he has no idea of where he is but soon finds out as he started to look around. He remembers what happened and a hand grips his chest. He knows he shouldn't be alive.

"That was terrible wound you had there," The voice startled him and he instantly stood up to go into combat mode. "Don't stand, you are not fully healed yet." he really didn't have another option, there wasn't a part of his body that did't hurt and the pain brough him down to the bed again.

He looked up to see 3 zoras, two tall ones dressed in armor flanquing a smaller one in shinny red scales and dressed in zora jewerly. The princess.

"Don't be sacred" she said and gestured to her guards to stay put as she walked to him, "I just came to look on your wounds"

Link frowned at that, the princess? Coming here to check on a stanger's wounds? Yeah sure. Link remembers his tattoo and quickly hides it with a simple illution spell that wouldn't take that much of his stenght.

"Dont you have healers for that?" he asked coldly.

The princess laughed lightly "Yes," she admitted and stood by his bed, her amrs behind her body, holding her spear "and they know more about hylian anathomy than I do, but they can't do what i can. Your wounds were bad enough to require my assistance."

Link frowned again, "what does that mean?"

Mipha smiled and gestured at the bed, "Can I?" Link recoiled his legs, leting her space to sit down, the princess did, leaving her spead resting on the bed besides her, she extended her hand to him, "give me your arm" she said softly.

Link hessitaded but he rested his arm on her hand. She carefully took off his bandages and let exposed a deep cut on his forearm, the boy winced at the sight.

The princess then put her other hand above the wound and closed her eyes. Her palm started to glow and link gasped loudly. His arm started to feel cold and a bit numb, but the pain was gone, and soon the same sensation washed over his body. It was nice.

Mipha was focused on the wound but she looked up for a moment to catch his expresion, she smiled lightly and looked down again.

The light coming from her palm dimmed until it was gone and his exposed wound wasn't there anymore. Slowly, the pain came back to the rest of his body. Mipha let go off his hand and he lifted his arm to his eye level, twisting it one way and another, trying to see the trick but no, the wound was really gone.

"You... You really have healing powers..." he had herd the rumors but no yiga had actually seen it, just heard things from other people.

Mipha hummed a laugh, catching link's atention, "Outsiders are always so surprissed to see it" she stood up, taking the spear again, "I have other things to attend, but i'll come back to heal the rest of your wounds latter."

She leaves with her guards, a few minutes latter another group of zoras show up. Two of them check on his wounds and tell him to rest while the other two just guarded the entrance. He had a bad feeling, whenever he peeked an eye to the other room he saw a guard. He didn't know if that was normal or if it was because of him.

He rests, too tired to try and transport, and fully knowing that in this state he wouldn't be able to fight. He starts trying to form a plan to get out of there. Taking a swim was not an option, anywhere near water he would be an at disadvantage. He had to make it to the montains that sorrounded Zora's Domain, he could take a run for it once he were back to his feet, he had no idea if zoras were fast runners but they had short legs, he was sure he could outrun them. Once close to the montains he could teletrasnport himself to a higher place and away from them.

Tho he didn't know where to go from there. It's not like he could go back to the Hideout.

Mipha comes back that evening and heals two more of his wounds before leaving. Link is starting to think that maybe her healing magic tires him as much as illutions and trasportation tires him. It takes a few days for him to be fully healed, all the time he is forced to stay on the rooms to "rest"

All the time he feels uncomfortable, he feels watched. It gets worse when he is fully healed and the princess wants to give him a little tour around the domain, everyone always stares at him, or maybe they are looking at their princess and he was just being paranoid.

He had never been to Zora's domain, to be honest, he hadn't seen that much of Hyrule, and he was intrigued to see and learn more.

As they start to walk around the Domain a little red-scaled Zora runs to her and hugs her leg "Sidon!"

"I'm sorry princess," another Zora runs to her, "he's been running away the whole day, he doesn't wan't to do the jump"

"If you don't jump how am I going to teach you to climb waterfalls?" Mipha asked him and he just hugged her tighter, hiding behind her from his instructor.

Link quickly put two and two together and figures out he must be the young Zora Prince, but he was most concerned with the idea forming on his mind. Would they follow him if he jumped? He eyed an opening on the level they were on, and without really thinking about the heigh he kneeled down

"If I jump would you jump?" he asked Siron, "I can't swim as well as a zora would, so if i can make that jump I guess a zora prince would have no trouble doing it, right?"

Siron thinks for a moment then nods. Link walks to the edge and looks down to the long drop. "Having second thoughts?" Sidon's instructor asked him. Link just frowns at him, and takes a few steps back, he took off his shirt and dropped it before sprinting and jumping.

He hits the water gracefully and as he sinks he prapares to transport, but sees a lot of Zoras around him. He sees that at the bottom of the lake there's a whole underwater town that probably outstretched fartest of what he could see. He goes out to the surface and finds it quite hard to not let the current take him away, even when he was under their castle as there were underwater walls shielding him from the strong current of the main water fall of the domain. A few zora heads pop out, looking at him curious. Some heads look younger, maybe teens? And look at him impressed and exited

"SIDON!" Link lifts his gaze and sees someone had jump and the tiny zora splashed in the water. He looks around but the zora prince doesnt come out.

"OW!" something bites his toes and a tiny shark head pops out, sidon smiles with sharp teeth and giggles until the current starts to drag him out. Link lets him, surely other people would help their prince. But they dont they just look, and as much as the tiny zora tried the current kept draging him.

Link reaches out a hand and takes him, wraping his scaly hands around his neck as he swims to the base of the castle structure. He leaves sidon on the rock and climbs up too.

Mipha's head pops out behind him, "you swim quite well for a hylian" Link jumps in surprise, when had she jump? he didnt even see or hear her splash, "You are bleeding," she said and he lifted his feet off the water to see quite a deep bite. "SIDON!" mipha screams distressed, "how many times do i have to tell you it's impropper to bite others!" she lifted herself to the place they were sitting and patted the space between link and her, he puts there his feet and she healed him. As always he stared at her hand facinated.

"I have to thank you, for not letting the curent carry Sidon" she said, "you shouldn't have to, he is 23, he should be strong enough to be able to withstand it." link looks at sidon as he jumps into the water again swiming closer to the rocks. 23? "but I would have done the same" "and thank you for jumping, her instructor had been trying to make him jump all week"

Link looks at his foot and thinks of all the other wounds he had, all the wounds the yiga had made. "I should thank you," he said, "I should be dead. You saved me."

"those wounds were no accident, were they?" she asked, "the yiga were sent to kill you" Link nods, "but why?" he sruggs.

"I have to leave," he said softly, "but i'll hate to leave without paying back what you have done for me,"

Mipha smiles, "I'm sure we'll think of somehting," she stands up, "I know a place you can stay meanwhile. Sidon! Lets go!" he swims to them, his little back fin braking the surface, he jumps towards Link, mouth open. Link backs up but Mipha catches him on the air and hums a laugh. "I'll meet you at the top," she said to link and pointed over his shoulder "you can use the leadder to climb up."

Mipha swims up the waterfall they just jumped from with sidon on her back. They meet at the top and Mipha leaves sidon with his instructor. He runs to link when he shows up and tries to bite his leg, "My prince, dont do that!" the instructor pulls him away before he can do damage and sidon smiles with his spiky teeth.

"I have to apologyze for his behavior," Mipha said tho she is trying not to laugh, "His new teeth just came out and he has a need to bite eveything."

They walk to a village at the top of the mountain overseeing zora's Domain. Mipha pays him a night to stay and tells him good bye. Link is bafled that she has so much trust in him, he plans on just leaving, but he has a chance. He now knew and gained the trust of two zora royals. He knew they were the only heirs of the zora domain and since the king didn't had a mate... He could make a move. And maybe, he could be allowed back with his people.

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loserdiaz · 3 years

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✨buddie prompt✨

accidentally saying i love you

sorry it took so long babe 🥺 i'm not sure if it's what you wanted but i hope you like it. 💕

i love you ( ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard? )

fandom: 9-1-1

pairing: buck/eddie

words: 1.8k

rating: teen and up audiences

additional tags: domestic fluff, soft buck, soft eddie, pining idiots, light angst (you blink, you miss it).

AO3 LINK

"Bucky, please. Tell me what it is!" Christopher begs, bouncing excitedly in his arms and Buck smiles fondly at the kid, adjusting his hold so he won't let him fall.

"You'll find out soon enough, buddy." He answers for what it feels like the hundredth time in five minutes

Eddie's following them and he glances at Buck with a mixed of curiosity, concern and exasperation.

"Buck, I swear to god if you—"

He snorts. “You worry too much, Diaz.”

"Yeah, and you spoil my son too much."

“Stop trying to ruin the surprise, you grumpy old man,” he replies breezily, feeling Chris laugh and watch them amusedly.

There's a park near Buck's apartment. They walking there at his request and he can feel himself practically buzzing, excited for how the Diaz boys will react to his surprise. They're almost there and he can see Carla waiting, his gift covered by an old blanket so Chris won't see it until they're there. This feels like the time they built that skateboard for the kid, only this time Buck did it all on his own without even Eddie's knowledge.

Oh God, he didn't even checked with Eddie before arranging all of this and now it was too late. What if he crossed a line? What if Eddie got mad at him? Was this too much? Yeah, it probably was. Buck's always too much.

"Bucky?" Chris asks him, looking at him with those loving and trusting eyes that make Buck's heart melt inside of him.

"Yeah, Superman. We're here." He responds, his voice a little shaky. It's too late to back off now. "Carla! Time for the big reveal!" He yells in an overdramatic voice, letting Chris down on the floor gently, under the attentive look of Eddie. God, he really hopes Eddie doesn't get too mad after this.

Carla pulls back the blanket to reveal an adaptive bicycle. The thing took Buck weeks to built, since they were quite expensive and he wanted to be perfect for Chris, specifically. He wanted to solve all of the kid's needs and so he had to consult with doctors and pediatricians, then he had to fond the parts and put them together and it wasn't gonna do just a boring average bicycle so he went and painted it, with a cool design of space and the solar system on the seat.

"Bucky! I love it! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Every second of stress and worry and physical pain in his hands over spending too much time working on the thing were worth it to see Chris's megawatt smile. How the kid's face brightened and his eyes are all shinny, it made everything worth it. Hell, Buck would probably go to Saturn and back just to see that expression on Christopher's face.

"Is that a—?" Eddie's stunned. His eyes are wide, almost in awe. Disbelief clear on his face and his jaw was lack.

"An adaptive bicycle." Buck cuts him off, nodding nervously. Chris has been a little down, since some of the kids at school started arriving in these fancy bikes all by themselves ( the ones that lived near enough, of course ) but still, and they did all of these amazing tricks that they learned. Harry and Denny got new bikes too recently and it was like the skateboard thing all over again. Chris feeling excluded and not understanding how life could be so unfair.

Buck hated that. He absolutely hated that Christopher ever felt broken or not enough. Buck knew those feelings too well and the thought of Chris feeling like that made him feel sick to his stomach.

So, he built the kid an adaptive bicycle.

"Look, Superman." Buck smiles softly and kneels down on the ground so he can look the kid in the eye. "I know this isn't like Harry's or Denny's bikes. I know it's not like the bikes you see everyday around your school or here at the park. But this is an special bike, just like you. It doesn't mean is better or worse, just... different. And that's not a bad thing, okay?" He says seriously, stealing a quick glance at Eddie, who still looks shocked and wide-eyed.

"Thanks, Buck. Can I ride it? Please?"

"You'll have to ask your dad." Buck is careful to keep his voice even but every second that passes with Eddie no saying a word... well, let's just say that his heart might jump out of him from how fast is beating and there's a lump that's quickly forming in his throat.

"Sure, mijo. Just be careful." Eddie finally finds it in himself to react and smiles encouragely to his son. Carla is just as excited as Chris, so she helps the boy to get in the bike.

Buck watches Chris for a few seconds. Proud swelling in his chest. Yeah, maybe it wasn't a bike like the other kids used, ( it was a recumbent bike with a reclining seat that helps with weight distribution, two wheels in the back and a larger wheel in the front of the bicycle ) but at least Chris can enjoy riding and he would be safe doing it.

"Look, Eds. I know I probably crossed like a thousand lines with this. You're his father, I'm not—" Buck starts to explain, once Chris is out of earshot and Carla is too preoccupied taking pictures of the cute moment on her phone.

"Evan, listen to me." Buck immediately shuts up at his first name. This is maybe the second or third time that Eddie calls him Evan, so it must be serious. Buck doesn't know if he should feel scared or what but the anxiety grows inside of him and turns his stomach into nots.

This is the moment where Eddie says he's too much, that Buck needs to back the fuck off or that he can't do this stuff without consulting him first. This is the moment where he rejects him. He's sure of it.

But Eddie doesn't say any of that.

"There's no one, absolutely no one, I trust more than you with my son. And this, what you did today is more than you can ever imagine. You keep finding ways for Chris to be happy, for him to do all these things that I never even thought he—" Eddie chokes out, tears forming in his brown warm eyes.

Buck blinks startled at the emotion on his best friend's face. Eddie Diaz is not one to be emotional or vulnerable, so this is a rare moment that he makes sure to appreciate and cherish.

"You know I'd do anything for the kid, Eds. And for you, too." He says softly, whispers it almost too quiet as he's afraid that if he says the words too loud then Eddie would run off, scared.

The moment between them is delicate and they can feel themselves in the brink of something more, something bigger than just friendship. But then Christopher's scream of joy and Carla's laughter carry through the little bubble they were in and the moment's gone.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Buck built an adaptive skateboard for Chris. And then he built a bike. Eddie didn't even ask him to do any of those things but Buck did them anyway because that was the kind of man he was. Generous and loving and the best fucking friend anyone could ask for.

He’s not sure how it’s possible, but he thinks that Buck might know him better than he knows himself. He can't picture a life without him. A version of the universe where Buck isn't part of their family. And maybe he doesn't want to be just friends. He's doesn't know. Fuck.

He’s not quite sure what comes after that revelation, but he still thinks about it a lot.

Christopher has fallen asleep on the way home and Buck is putting him into bed while Eddie gets the beers. They've done this a hundred times but now Eddie can't help to wonder if it could be more. He's weirdly nervous and his mouth is dry.

"Chris is dead to the world. I don't think he'll be waking up anytime soon." Buck announces and he's smiling so wide it just about hurts as Eddie passes him the beer.

"Thanks for today, Buck." He hugs the blonde in an impulse, holding him for a second longer than he probably should. Buck hair smells like his expensive hair products, coconut and a bit of vanilla. He knows exactly how he feels.

And then they're pulling apart and everything is like it's always been. Buck starts rambling about his latest research whole. Chris have been obsessed with space lately and saying he wants to work for NASA so naturally Buck have read everything about it.

"...so I was reading about black holes, right? And turns out that supermassive black holes also give birth to stars and determine how many stars a galaxy gets. Did you know that, Eddie? I didn't! I never thought about where stars came from but—"

“I love you,” he says softly, cutting Buck off. And usually he would be apologizing now, because he hates when people interrupts Buck's info dumps but he's too busy panicking. He wasn't planning on saying 'I love you'. He... he wasn't- God, Eddie doesn't even know but now that the words are out it feels right, it feels natural to say them. Except that Buck is silent and his eyebrows are almost dissapearing into his hairline. "I... I wasn't planning on telling you. I wasn't even sure how I felt but today... Evan, I love you." And maybe he accidentally said it but now that he said it outloud he couldn't stop. Eddie wants to tell Buck he loves him again and again because it's what he deserves.

"You... you mean that?" Buck asks softly, almost as he's scared that the answer would be no.

The line between them is practically visible. It’s right next to them and they're about to cross it.

He swallows. "Yes, Evan. I mean it. I love you." Eddie nods, hesitant with his own small shy smile.

Buck takes a deep breath. The blonde is looking at him, his stare so soft that Eddie's breath catches in his throat."I- I love you, too."

They're close now. Eddie's not sure who walked closer but they're just so close that he can feel Buck's breath against his lips. He could lean forward and they'd be kissing.

“Can I…” The words are soft, soft enough that Eddie could pretend he didn’t hear it if he wanted to. He doesn’t want to.

Eddie swallows. He’s still smiling. “Yeah."

They kiss. Their first kiss is in the kitchen where they've spent so many nights talking about crazy calls and stars and black holes. Where they've spent mornings making pancakes with weird shapes and laughing with Christopher. And it just feels right, feels a little like it was always meant to be this way, like every decision they’d ever made was leading up to this moment.

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Make You Feel My Love

Pairing: Captain Rex x Jedi!Reader

Summary: After you are injured in battle, you and Rex get lost in your emotions.

Warnings: Injuries, blood (little to no descriptions, though!) FLUFF! ANGST? YEAH.

Word Count: 1,916

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Never had Rex felt this sort of fear.

You are okay. You are safe. You are healing. He knows this, Kix has been reassuring him time and time again that you would be back on your feet in no time. It still didn’t ease his worries.

It’s been three days since his world almost collapsed. Three days since he felt his heart drop as yours threatened to stop. Three days since he saw your fingers weakly clutch your stomach as blood painted your robes. Rex has seen his brothers die in the heat of battle, their screams of agony have fallen on his ears before and he’s been there to hold many of them as they took their last breath.

But this was different.

Rex loves you. It’s a truth he’s tried to crush under the weight of his boot, but the fact remains the same. It’s been a hard pill to swallow. Both of your codes are restrictive in more ways than one and, truth be told, they were the only thing stopping him from blurting out his feelings for you. His love for you burned in his veins and being there for you— protecting you was the only way for him to give you his love.

Until he couldn’t.

One second you were by his side, thinning out the battalion of battle droids and clearing a way for the 501st and the next, an explosion was set off. And you were within range of the blast.

“General!” Rex called out as he watched your body hit the ground limply. His ears were ringing, the world whizzing by as he barked out orders that his own ears failed to register. He must’ve said something right, though, as his brothers managed to weaken the squadron of Separatist droids. His legs acted on their own, stumbling backwards and in your direction. Upon reaching you, he dropped to his knees.

You were curled into yourself, your face contorted in pain as tears sprang out of your eyes.

“General,” Rex breathed, letting out a breath he hadn’t realized was lodged in his chest when you reacted to his voice. “General, can you walk?” he said firmly, yet you didn’t miss the tinge on concern that laced his words.

“Shrapnel—” you gasped, wincing at the intake of air. White pain rendering you paralyzed, unable to move without choking back a sob. “Took…took some shrapnel t-to my—” you bit back a cry as you tried to uncurl yourself just enough to let the Captain see the wound.

Gently, his hands settled on your shoulders to stop you from moving. “Can’t have you moving too much until someone can determine the extent of the wound—”, a string of curses tumbled out of the Captain’s mouth as his eyes met the pool of crimson that settled around your tense figure. “Kix, the General is down— I need you down here now!” he barked into his comlink, his words sharpened with fear at what would happen if his brother didn’t arrive in time.

Feverishly, he shook the thoughts away. You would be fine. You had to be.

A pained gasp knocked Rex right out of his thoughts, his eyes snapping back down to your trembling figure.

“Stay with me, General,” Rex pleaded, losing the air from his lungs as one of your trembling hands reached out for him. “General…”

You gave his hand a weak squeeze, the lack of your usual strength painfully pulling at his heartstrings. The corners of your lips curled into the smallest of smiles, though he didn’t miss the pain that swam in your eyes.

“It…it takes a lot more…to take me d-down, Rex.” You wheezed, tear tracks fresh on the skin of your cheeks mixing with grime and blood. “D-don't go soft…on me now.”

“Kix, where are you?!” he yelled into his comlink once again, his voice giving out brokenly.

Rex swore his heart stopped when your hand went limp in his.

“Stay with me?”

Rex freezes in his tracks and turns to you with wide eyes. His heart is racing in his chest and he swallows hard at the lump in his throat. Your eyes are heavy with exhaustion, but he doesn’t miss the silent plead behind them. Your Jedi robes are gone and replaced with sleepwear loose enough to not irritate the stitches that trail over the expanse of your abdomen. The circles under your eyes are sunken, indicating that you haven’t been resting as well as he had hoped.

Rex nods firmly, feeling his heart swell at the sudden light in your eyes. He gently places his helmet by the foot of your bed before he removes the pieces of his armor until he’s in his blacks. Placing a gentle hand on your back and another under your knees, he helps you scoot to the side and find a comfortable spot on the bed. He slides in next to you and you instinctively smile as the bed dips under his weight.

Gently, he pulls your head to his chest and your body relaxes to the rhythm of his steady heartbeat. You snuggle up against him, though he feels you tense up a second before relaxing once again. “Are you comfortable enough? Do you need me to—” He clamps his mouth shut when you press a kiss onto his chest, right above his heart. His hand slowly caresses the top of your head and his lungs expel a deep sigh. “How are you feelin'?” his voice is soft and genuine, though you catch onto the tinge of concern that goes around his words.

A few beats pass before you settle on an answer. “Better,” you sigh. Your fingers slowly trace random patterns and shapes of over his chest, making his stomach fill with butterflies as he revels in the warmth of your touch. “I definitely miss being around the boys, but Fives, Kix and Echo have stopped by a few times.” You smile and when you look up, you see the corners of Rex’s lips curl up as well.

“Yeah, the boys miss ya a whole lot,” Rex chuckles, the sound rumbling beautifully through his chest. “They’ve been beggin' the Force to have you back— apparently training sessions aren’t as fun when you’re not there to make them look like a bunch of Shinnies.” You laugh wholeheartedly at his words, and he greedily lets the sound wash over him and his worries. He relishes being here with you. Feeling your breathing match his own as your heartbeats fell in sync with each other.

“How about you?” Rex’s brows pull together at your words and he looks down at you questioningly. “Me? What…what about me?”

You shift your position until you can look at him in the eyes, a small hiss slipping out of your mouth at the tug of your stitches as you move. Knowing his next moves, you hold out a hand to stop him from fuzzing about your injury. “How are you, Rex?” There’s a weight behind your words. Love. Care. Concern. His lips are pressed together in a thin line as he ponders over an answer. A breath of hesitation rushes past his lips. That’s all you needed to know.

“You’ve been uneasy,” you speak up, your eyes filled with sympathy. “I can sense it weighing you down. Talk to me, Rex."

The blood in his veins runs cold for a moment. His body tenses next to you and you have to cup his face to make his eyes meet your own. You don’t push him to speak, and he silently thanks you with a kiss on the back of your hand. Lowering your head onto his chest, you once again lose yourself to the drumming of his heart. Then he feels it. All the love, the warmth of your heart drowning out his worries, his fears— fears that keep him up at night. And for a moment, he lets himself fall. He falls into these waves of love that drift from your heart to his, letting them cleanse him of every worry that stained him. It overwhelmed him, but he didn’t want it to stop; there was no sensation as beautiful as that of your heart covering him.

“I was afraid,” he gasps softly, his words low and laced with affection. You turn to meet his eyes, your own widening as you notice the tears that race down his face. With the pads of your thumbs, you wipe his tears away and give him an encouraging nod, to which he reacts with a soft curl of his lips. “When I saw you…when you were there, barely hanging on I— I’ve never felt so afraid.” His voice broke and his arms tightened around you slightly, still mindful of your wound. “I couldn’t imagine— I didn’t want to imagine a… a life where…” he curses under his breath before locking his gaze with your own, golden eyes searching yours as he released a trembling breath. “I don’t want a life where you’re not by my side.”

Your forehead was pressed against his and he once again felt your heart open up to him, chasing away the fears of what could’ve been. “You…you died for a second,” he chokes, his body trembling slightly under yours. “I lost you for a moment and— I keep seeing it happen, I—”

You didn’t notice tears were running down your face until you felt his warm hands cup your cheeks to gently wipe them away. You crash into him, stitches be damned, and you wrap your arms around him as he returns the gesture. The rhythm of your hearts keep the pace as the mixture of your quiet sobs fills the air. There was nothing to say. Everything that needed saying was felt thrumming from his heart to yours. The fear. The grief. The longing. The love. It all crashed over you as silent cries wracked his body and you hiccupped between sobs. Rex breathes shakily as you bury your face on the crook of his neck. His hands soothingly run over the expanse of your back, trying to relieve the tension from your muscles.

“I…I was scared, too,” you mumble against his neck, your breath hot on his skin, eliciting a sigh from his lips. “I couldn’t feel you, Rex.” A sob erupts from the depths of your chest, the broken sound tearing Rex’s heart apart. He pulls back from the embrace, golden eyes locking with your own glimmering ones.

“We’re okay,” he breathes, almost as if trying to reassure himself that you were actually with him— that you are safe and in his arms. “We’re…we’re okay.” Rex repeats, his voice low, barely above a whisper, but firm in its waking.

Rex knows very little about the Force— you had explained it as best as you could to him every time he had a question, but it never stuck with him for long. What he did remember, though, is that just like you can make him experience your emotions through the Force, he could make you feel his own through the same connection.

His eyes search yours one last time before gently pressing a lingering kiss onto your forehead. Pressing his forehead against yours, he once again lets his heart breathe life into what words fail to say. Fear is replaced by security. Grief is drowned out by hope. Longing is outshined by faith.

And love is all that remains.

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