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Choso getting hopelessly seduced by another blood manipulator
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Pairing: Choso x fem!hemomancy!reader (=basically someone who is able to use blood manipulation without jujutsu and advanced, read more here
Word Count: 2,4k
Synopsis: It seemed so easy at first: find Itadori Yuji, kill him, take revenge. Only until you showed up and captivated Choso Kamo, only until you showed him what you can...
Warnings: this gets a little smutty and heated from time to time so be prepared, reader is pretty badass I love her in this one, since this took me quite some time I'd truly appreciate you guys liking, commenting or reblogging my work - thank you <3 Also, special thanks to @yukiotacon - I truly hope you enjoy what I came up with!
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„How on earth did I get here?”, you mumble to yourself, humming while walking down the empty hallways of Shibuya’s train station.
You know damn well why you’re here, roaming around this area with a clear aim.
“We’re talking about a lot of money here. Money for someone who isn’t even able to use jujutsu at the moment”, the white-haired man sitting in front of you clarified amused.
You smiled to yourself, stalked him like a hunter stalks his prey until you trapped him between your arms, a lustful grin appearing on his face.
“The success of hemomancy is as guaranteed as the fact that you’re oh so excited right now, Mr. Gojo”, you purred.
Oh, how much you enjoyed the way his heart started to pump faster immediately, how his blood began to rush into his crotch area.
“If you fail, I’ll be there to finish off what you started. And who knows, maybe even you.”
Why does it have to be so damn entertaining to play with men, to feel their blood rush through their veins? Well, what is even more exciting than that is making them kneel in front of you just before you turn their own blood against them.
Hemomancy, the magic of blood, the reason you are able to control both your own blood and the blood of others. No matter where, no matter when. Completely without their so-called jujutsu.
“Jujutsu…”
You huff in sheer amusement.
“Why on earth would you need something like that?”
“Who are you?”
Your eyes widen just the slightest bit, mind caught off guard while you search for the person who just spoke out of nowhere. How is it possible that didn’t detect the flow of this strangers’ blood earlier? Normally, you are able to catch every living being in the blink of an eye.
“Better question is who are you”, you reply dryly, eyes scanning the area in order to find this person.
His low voice tells you that he has to be a man, maybe a few metres away from you. But where? And who the fuck is he to not get caught by your powers?
“I’m not here to play games.”
Suddenly, he is near – way too near for your liking. And there it is, the presence of his blood, the way it pumps through his arm when he’s about to hit you with full force.
“I’m either.”
All it takes is a swift motion of your finger to stop his flying fist mid-air.
“There you are”, you announce provocative, turning around only to be greeted by his eyes.
You stop in your tracks. What a pair of gorgeous eyes he has, widen in utter disbelief by the fact that you have the control over his body. But not only that, you can tell that he’s well-trained underneath that cloak.
“Definitely wouldn’t mind seeing you naked”, you mutter, eyes roaming over every inch of him.
“Are you a witch?”, he presses out, arm visibly fighting against your force.
You can’t help but chuckle, the struggle written on his cute face being the most amusing thing you’ve seen in a long time. Elegantly, you kneel down next to him in order to meet him eye to eye, fingertips caressing his cheek gently.
“What are those?”
These lines decorating his face, engraved into his otherwise flawless skin. A tattoo, some strange birth mark by any chance?
“Slicing exorcism.”
It happens faster than you’re able to react. Before you even realize what’s going on, something pierces right through your shoulder, cuts through your tender flesh with ease.
No, not something.
“Blood manipulation, huh?”, you choke out, the floor underneath your feet instantly discoloured in crimson.
Choso creates distance between both of you, eyes examining every minor move you make. Who are you? You don’t seem to have any cursed energy. But how were you able to control his arm, to stop his powerful slash in the matter of milliseconds? It was almost as if…
As if you’re using a special form of blood manipulation yourself.
“Let me make this clear.”
He squints his eyes in confusion when you begin to walk towards him, your uninjured arm stretched out in front of you. A swift motion of your hand and he lands on the cold floor all over again, feeling as if an invisible weight pushes him into the earth. No matter how hard he tenses his muscles, no matter how desperately he fights against that force, he can’t escape you.
“There is no fucking way you’ll escape me, okay? Interesting, you have to be a member of the Kamo clan, am I right?”
“None of your business”, he spits into your face.
Your hand yanks towards his neck, squeezes ever so slightly while your face is only inches away from his. That dreadful gleam in your eyes, the fact that you wear a small smile on your face despite he just destroyed your shoulder forever.
“Let me tell you a secret, Mr. Kamo.”
Carefully, you drag your nail along his neck until blood spills, earning a low groan from him.
“Do you know anything about hemomancy?”
Hemomancy…No, this can’t be real. He thought the magic of blood disappeared from the surface of the earth with the new century, forgotten by the modern people. But you…He stares right into your confident face, watches in horror as you collect the trail of blood from his neck with your finger and lick it clean.
Oh, what a wonderful metallic taste, maybe one of the best droplets you ever enjoyed. Very fitting for a man like him.
“The magic of blood, the power to control both your blood and the blood of others, to create weapons of blood to use your own blood to poison, to use others to…”
“Heal”, you finish his sentence.
“You know quite a lot about hemomancy. I’m impressed.”
The weight on his shoulders disappears out of thin air, makes him yank up out of instinct. Choso watches carefully as you stretch both of your arms into the air, circle your injured shoulder…
That isn’t injured anymore.
“So you know you have absolutely no chance to defeat me, no matter how great your blood manipulation is, right?”
Choso wants to dash forward, to hit you with full force, to finally find Itadori and take revenge for the death of his brothers. But instead, he simply stands and stares at you with trembling hands. Despite every fiber of his being urges to fight against you, he knows you’re right.
“Good.”
Again, you walk towards him with your heels clicking against the hard floor. His eyes dart up and down, take in your appearance. You look absolutely threatful, maybe even more dangerous than Mahito or Geto will ever be. Why are you even here? Whose side are you on? There isn’t enough time to ask you these questions.
Your hand finds his chest, glides up onto his back ever so gently.
“What’s your name?”
“Choso Kamo”, he finally gives in.
“Choso, huh?”
You let your finger glide over his muscular chest, up to his traps made of gold until you reach his firm back. What a force of a man he is, maybe the best one you’ve seen so far.
His breath gets caught in his throat, your touch burning like a thousand fires against his skin. But no, not like pain. What is this strange feeling building up inside his body? What is this unknown urge that slowly but surely takes control over him? Choso looks down at you with flustered eyes, takes in your sight. Is this what people call attraction?
“Don’t”, he warns you half-heartedly, his hand grabbing your arm.
This is enough. He needs to get going, needs to find Yuji Itadori and kill him, he-
His arm moves around your waist on its own, pulls you closer to his aching body. Are you using your powers, are you forcing him onto you? No, his body moves freely, presses itself against you out of instinct. He was never this close to a woman before, let alone a jaw-dropping gorgeous one like you. So this is the reason why all those stupid humans hunt after each other, why unwise feelings like love even exist.
“Do you want me to leave?”
The way your thumb glides up and down his back threatens to drive him insane any minute, eyes captivated by your hypnotizing orbs.
“I don’t know”, he breathes out.
Oh, but you do. The way his blood pressure and heart rate shoot up, his blood flowing straight down. You can’t help but bite your lip, even your own breath now coming uneven and shaky. You’ve seduced countless men in your lifetime. Fuck, even Gojo himself would have nailed you right on the spot if you didn’t leave back then. But this time, the sensation of the game itself becomes incidental. This time, your own blood rushes through your body uncontrollably.
“You aren’t a human, are you? That body definitely isn’t from this world.”
You allow your needy touch to discover the valleys of his body even faster, to enjoy the sensation of his hot breath against your cheek.
“I am…incarnated.”
Incarnated? The world of jujutsu is far too complicated for you to grasp. But still, you know he has to be damn powerful, that this body holds a lot of potential. This body with all those firm muscles. This body, radiating a heat you’ve never felt before.
“Tell me, what are you doing here, Choso?”
It takes all his strength to not moan out loud, to stay focused when your hands stroke up and down his chest.
“I am here to kill Yuji Itadori”, he also reminds himself.
This is ridiculous, wrong in so many ways. Why is he out there, allowing a woman he never met before to touch him so casually when he swore to his brothers to seek revenge?
Something inside you clicks. Yuji Itadori. One of the names Gojo told you when you met.
“I see”, you purr.
“Let me ask you one more thing. Where you ever kissed before, Choso?”
Kissed. The act of caressing each other’s lips as a symbol for affection. He’s seen it countless times in many centuries and never understood the sensation of it. But now, staring at your perfect mouth, watching as your tongue wets your lips…
“No.”
You smile softly, siren eyes switching between his lips and eyes.
“What a shame when you have lips so kissable.”
With one quick movement, you put your hands on the back of his neck, pull him so close that your lips are only inches apart.
“Please.”
The innocent word escapes his lips before he’s able to stop himself, chest rising and falling so rapidly that Choso feels like fainting for a second. What is this strange feeling, the spell you put on him? It has to be the power you radiate, the way your face seems somehow appealing to him. Has he ever seen a stunning creature like you? No, you have the brightest eyes he’s ever seen, a body that makes his mind wander.
“Your plea is my command.”
When you press your lips against his, allow him to taste what kissing feels like for the very first time, something inside Choso snaps. His hand grabs your waist roughly, presses you even closer while his other hand desperately searches for hold in your hair. Screw if this is your magic, screw if it’s nothing but a foul trick. You feel so intoxicating, your lips moving so effortlessly against his own that he sees stars. You taste like mint with a tint of iron that drives him insane.
“Choso”, you whimper against his lips, your very own hands searching for hold on his tight biceps.
What a force of a man he is, a remarkable kisser despite the fact that he probably never touched a woman without killing her before. If you had known how good this feels, you wouldn’t have wasted your time on mere mortals. Not even Gojo Satoru caught your attention like he did.
Suddenly Choso feels like he can’t breathe anymore. But not from the sensation your lips have caused, not because you hold onto his neck. No, this is something different. This feels like death.
He lets go off you immediately and stumbles backwards only for you to casually follow him and catching him right before his gorgeous figure hits the ground.
“Don’t take this personal, Choso. But I can’t allow you to kill Itadori Yuji. Not when Gojo payed me a shit ton of money in order to protect his precious little students. I’m a woman who keeps her promises, y’know?”
“What…did…you…do…”
His tongue feels as heavy as concrete, the ability to control his own body slipping through his fingers with every passing second.
“You said it yourself.”
You wipe over your lips, revealing a tiny trail of blood.
“ ‘to use your own blood as poison’, wasn’t that what you just said? Don’t worry darling, I won’t kill you. But you won’t be able to kill Itadori Yuji either. Now sleep tight. I hope we meet again to continue what we started when you wake up.”
No, he needs to fight against it, he needs to get off the ground, fulfil his duty to kill Itadori Yuji. He…
The last thing he notices are your lips, gently pressed against his cheek.
And then everything went black.
Bonus:
“You have to be kidding me.”
“Why would I do that, Mr. Gojo?”
You continue casually filing your nails while none other than the one they call “the strongest” starts to have an emotional breakdown in front of you.
“I thought you felt the tension between both of us as well! You…You said to me that-“
“I needed this job”, you clarify dryly.
“And what about him!?”
He points towards Choso who is lost in his conversation with Yuji. You simply shrug your shoulders.
“He’s everything I ever wished for-“
“AND I’M NOT!? Is it because you share the same powers-“
“We don’t share the same powers-“
“Is it because he’s taller than me!?”
“He’s not taller than you.”
“Is it because he has dark hair!?”
“What the hell are you so worked up about man?”
“I need to get out of here”, he announces so dramatically that you’re convinced he’ll faint any given minute.
“Gojo-sensei, are you not feeling well?”, Yuji questions, lines of worry decorating his innocent face.
“I’m far away from feeling fine!”
“So dramatic”, you mumble to yourself.
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hey there, pretty boy.
▼ aventurine x fem!reader
▼ enemies to lovers
▼ nsfw themes. mdni.
you're a sultry dancer at a club, but you're actually a stellaron hunter and an assassin in disguise. you catch a glimpse of a wealthy man... and it goes from there.
penacony was the reality of where "dreams come true". but that may apply to most visitors—but not all.
most visitors of penacony come with their own wealth, spreading money in addiction cycles of gambling and drinking all night long, and even spending their money relentlessly on beautiful dancers and those who lingered around in the streets for... well, prostitution.
you were a feast for these addictive visitors—a delicious meal with an expensive price to pay.
you were a dancer at a local club in penacony; using your beauty to lure in the weak, frail men and to obtain money out of them. but you weren't just a dancer—you weren't even a dancer. you were a stellaron hunter in disguise, stationed in this dreamscape to find a certain ipc member. for your mission, it was classified, but you enjoyed the rest of the side money you obtained from these thirsty, desperate men.
as a member of the stellaron hunters, your identity was not known to the public. you were an assassin, and not even the nameless knew of your existence except for your allies... and the gods above who keep a watchful eye on these many realities.
"oh, look!" one of your dancers cooed, gathering around with the others as they squealed in harmonious glee, eyeing at a certain individual that entered the club. "it's him, it's him! he is filthy rich, and apparently he's super handsome. c'mon, we gotta get him over here with us."
"oh, he'll definitely dance with me." another dancer remarks.
"c'mon, your boobs aren't even that big." another replies.
"how would you know if he's a tits guy?"
you were on the side of the group, rolling your eyes. but your eyes settled on the blonde man's frame.
sunglasses, his beautiful eyes that were fairly hidden behind his expensive shades... he wore expensive clothing, indeed, but you knew him.
aventurine, the senior manager within the ipc.
your goal was to obtain as much as information as you could, or even better—take him. kidnap him for kafka and the others to toy around with.
well, that was just your sadistic side coming in.
but, even with your main target here.. you decided not to pursue or seem desperate. you decided to be smart about the situation, and ignore the man. maybe there's a coincidence he'll ask for a private dance from you.
"—ah, i've never seen you around these parts. are you a new dancer?"
as though the celestial oppositions were listening to you, your eyes turn, head followed, settled upon the beautiful, wealthy gambler before you.
"i'm not." you say, though your voice was sultry—intoxicating, sublime and absolutely... charismatic. "but i welcome you here regardless. would you like to have a drink? i can certainly-"
"mm, you don't seem like a bottle girl," aventurine hums, his forefinger and thumb pressed against his chin, "just an observation."
"ah, so you like to judge and read the covers before choosing, huh?" you say, glancing to your "coworkers" who had looked at you with pure jealousy in their eyes. "i'm surprised you haven't chosen them immediately for a dance. they're much more skilled and experienced than i am."
aventurine's smile turned coy, almost flirtatious. "self doubtful, are you? would it be appropriate then if i asked for a private dance? a dancer working at a club in bare clothing and speaking down on herself is a rare thing for me to... well, witness."
your lips tug to a thin smile, "it might be my lucky day, then," you whisper with your sultry tone, digits extending towards his expensive-looking attire as you adjusted it. your fingers toyed with his charms, your lips giving themselves a lick—only for show, "to be asked for a dance from yourself."
aventurine chuckled, before pushing up his sunglasses, revealing those pristine jewels of his.
"what pretty eyes you've got, pretty boy." you murmur, before taking his hand and taking him to the private section of the club.
as aventurine settled down onto his seat, you closed the curtain, turning of the lights.
"i'm sure you know the rules of asking for a private dance." you say, looking towards aventurine.
"i cannot touch the dancer." he says, kicking his legs up as he leaned back against his seat. his dazzled jewelry sparkled under the dim light that belonged to a lantern nearby, his smile still evident through this darkness.
"i'll let you touch me."
you suddenly let out, and your brain had nearly lost itself—you spoke out of your own desire, knowing how beautiful he was, but it was a chance to get information from him. yet, it wasn't long til you had forgotten your objective.
the music had begun to play, akin to some rnb-type beats that may fit a setting during intercourse. you began to move—a divine display of a goddess dancing, hips swaying and chest nearly bare. aventurine did not take his eyes off of you, even as your rear came towards his crotch, performing a lap dance.
you grinded against his clothing before fully turning, straddling him on his lap as you continued your dance. you ran your fingers across his cheek, eyes studying his.
"you say my eyes are beautiful," he whispered, "but your veil and eyes alone are more pristine than any other i've seen."
"you sly dog," you retort in a whisper as you continued to dance, "how many women have you said that to?"
aventurine chuckled, "only one. and that is you."
you roll your eyes, before you had begun to realize your goal... you were getting lost in his sight before you remembered you were a dignified member of the stellaron hunters.
that was when you straddled on his lap, again, and continued to dance... before your blade had materialized in your hand, centering at his throat.
"ipc dog." you murmur, so hauntingly beautiful. "a trap you easily went in—as though you knew of the danger."
aventurine did not jump, nor did he react to your action. he had expected it.
he chuckled, looking at you, "a trap, you say? it's more of a gift, really. a gift that i wanted, so i came in here, and..."
"you were looking for me. what a dog." you responded, feeling his breath hitting your cheek.
you two were close... merely an inch away from kissing.
"i came here to make a deal with you." aventurine spoke, "i know of your affiliation, hunter."
it was your turn to smile, "a deal with me? you're truly a gambler. even at death's hands, you'd make such a gamble with your life?"
"oh, i yearn for death, but i prefer to gamble away with you at this moment." aventurine chuckled.
"... what is it?" you murmur. you had no need to kill him, but at this point, with how interested you were in him, you...
"allow me to break the rules for a moment," he whispered, in which you responded with a gentle nod.
his eyes never left your gaze as his hands came to rest themselves on the side of your hips, bringing your frame closer.
"you can take all my money from me. get every bit of information out of me and give it to your supervisors. make me pathetic, and a stray dog, unable to care for its own. or..."
your eyes soften.
"or i get to toy with you tonight. on my bed. and perhaps you'll have my hand."
you pause.
abandon the mission and lie to the others? or...
... follow your instinct and oblige to the feeling of your chest?
you lower your blade as it dematerializes into spectacles of your signature color.
"are you asking me out on a date?"
"would i be rejected if i was?"
"... no."
part two
#honkai star rail#hsr#hsr x reader#honkai star rail aventurine#hsr aventurine#hsr aventurine x reader#aventurine x reader
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Revenge at the Frat House
"On your knees!" I pointed my mind control ray at the Co-Presidents of the frat. Their eyes glazed over and their legs buckled to the floor. I knew these jocks were finally mine.
The Alpha Tau Beta house was a giant mess, but it was easy to find on Frat Row. I crossed the overgrown lawn nervously, carrying my science experiment up to the front door.
This fraternity was well known for being intolerant. They'd berated me countless times at the university, but these idiots had no idea who they were beating up. Sure, I'm gay, but I was studying neuroscience, and this device was my crowning achievement. Hunter and Josh were my first test subjects.
I didn't honestly think it would work so well. The two athletes dropped quickly to their knees when I commanded. Their eyes fluttered lazily as they wobbled on the hardwood. It definitely looked like they were ready to be reprogrammed.
"What's going on..." the blonde jock groaned.
Hunter was the school's basketball star. Everybody fawned over his perfect smile. Nearly every advertisement for the school had the guy on it, wearing a sleeveless jersey that showed off his impressive wingspan.
Now, his muscular arms dangle limply at his side, twitching occasionally.
"What's going on is revenge!" I cried, "Remember me? You led your pack of fraternity goons over and had them rough me up because I had a rainbow flag on."
"Oh yeah... " he replied dumbly.
"Well things are different now," I continued, "You won't target any gay dude again!"
"I won't..." he automatically agreed.
"It was crazy that you were ever such a homophobe. After all, you're gay yourself."
"I am...?" his blank face furrowed in confusion.
"Oh yeah," I pushed the suggestion further, "You love men. You're the gayest guy on campus. Nothing makes you happier than flirting with all dudes you can."
"I'm the gayest man on campus..." the fraternity jock agreed with a cheesy smile. He seemed happy to find a new calling in life.
I know he meant it. My device was designed to embed these suggestions into his mind, body, and personality. Hunter was a full-on fruitcake, now. It wouldn't be long before he was coming onto his fraternity brothers or getting an erection with his teammates in the shower. As far as he knew, he had always loved men, and he couldn't wait to flaunt his attraction loudly.
"And you," I turned to Josh.
The second frat bro was slumped onto the floor with his jaw hanging open. He looked half asleep with the drool hanging off his chin.
"Me..." Josh slurred.
This guy was on the wrestling team, and while he wasn't the leader of the bullies like Hunter, he was almost always the first to get physical. I still remember the feeling of his beefy arms around my neck as he taught me his lesson. Now it was my turn to teach him a lesson.
"Josh, you're not gay like your buddy, but you are a wimp," I explain.
"I'm a wimp...?" he mumbles deliriously.
"Yup! Sure, you're strong and athletic, but you're a total pushover."
"I'm a pushover..." he let the words sink in.
"Literally every male you come across will intimidate you. And anyone that intimidates you can boss you around. It doesn't matter if they're older, younger, weaker, or stronger. They get to use you as they want, but you don't mind. Your body is just a tool to be used."
"I'm a tool..." Josh agreed.
"In fact, your mouth is the most useful thing about you," I added, "I mean think about all the things you can use it for. If your bro's shoes are dirty, you can lick them clean for him. Maybe he's sweaty after a work out; just offer to suck the sweat out of his pits. Heck, maybe he's too lazy to walk to the bathroom; your mouth is perfect for that too. There are so many ways to put that face hole to use."
"My mouth is a tool..." his lips fumbled the words but there was conviction in his eyes.
Josh was fully convinced of his extremely submissive personality. He was already normalizing different situations in his head where another dude would use him as they wanted, and it felt completely natural.
"Alright, I'm going to wake you two up," I decided.
Thumping them on the forehead with my mind control device, I snapped the fraternity jocks out of their subconscious state.
"Woah," Hunter winced, "What's going on?"
The basketball star caught his bearings, noticing me as I stood over him. Hunter had never looked at me with anything other than animosity, but in that moment, he licked his lips and batted his eyes. I could tell he liked what he saw.
"Well, hello handsome," the stud purred as he checked me out.
Hunter rose from the ground and sidled up to me, planting his massive palms on my waist as he stared down into my eyes. I knew he was displaying his most charming smile.
"Anything I can do for you, daddy?" he snickered mischievously.
"I'm not interested, at the moment," I said.
"Playing hard to get?" Hunter scoffed in disappointment and turned away with a sigh, "Josh, get over here!"
The burly wrestler flinched as his buddy called to him. Josh was still on the floor, trying to make his bulky frame as small as possible in the presence of real men. He'd only been able to cast nervous glances at our shoes as we stood over him, but he quickly scurried over to Hunter when he was called.
"Come on," Hunter growled at Josh, "Let me show this guy what I can do with my tongue. I'll see if he isn't interested then!"
Hunter quickly grabbed the back of his fraternity brother's head and pulled him up into a slobbery kiss. Josh barely had time to react, but he wasn't in a position to pull away. The pair of homophobic jerks made out with each other, with Hunter moaning loudly and Josh trying to keep up.
I enjoyed the scene. Hopefully, the rest of the fraternity would be back from that party soon. I wanted to see them walk in on their Co-Presidents making out in the living room.
Now that I knew my technology worked, I was planning to convert the rest of the brothers. They needed to understand Hunter and Josh's new roles in the frat house.
Soon, they would all be bullying Hunter for how gay he'd become, and they'd be using Josh in any way that amused them. I'd definitely gotten the revenge I wanted.
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A scar in the mind
Characters: Male reader, Yuu!reader, Rook Hunt, Epel Felmier
CW: Discussion of injury/scars, spoilers for some of Book 6??? I guess???
Word Count: 1.5K
Notes: I know for a fact that I'm not the first and certainly won't be the last to write something like this, but here it is anyway.
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Rook Hunt is known as many things: A skilled hunter? Quite. Vice housewarden of Pomefiore? A title he wears with pride. Lover and pursuer of all things beautiful? Most definitely.
And it is because Rook is all of these things that he finds himself flying at breakneck speed over the ocean towards where his housewarden is being held, albeit with two more companions than he had originally planned for.
Though, he's hardly complaining. Especially after the beautiful display of resolve the two men in question had shown after they'd run into him on his way out.
Rook is truly grateful to have been blessed with such wonderful companions.
And so, when one of said companions begins shivering due to not being dressed to withstand the cold, what else can Rook do except offer his spare Pomefiore uniform?
Upon landing and setting up camp for the night, Rook presents the Prefect with his spare uniform, "You may change behind the trees, so long as you don't stray too far from the camp, Trickster." He says while he and Epel turn towards the bonfire.
"Oh, no. It's fine. I'm used to changing in front of other people." Rook hears the Prefect say as the shuffling of fabric can be heard.
Surprised by that statement as he is, Rook still endeavors to give the other man SOME privacy. That is, until he glances over at Epel, who is looking in the Prefect’s direction with wide eyes.
Following Epel's gaze, Rook turns back around towards the Prefect only to be greeted by a horrifying visual cacophony of scars painted all along the once blank canvas of his back, shoulders and arms.
All along his right arm, Rook notes several puncture wound scars and then a full stab wound scar on his left shoulder. On his hip, Rook sees an unfortunately familiar sight in the form of a sickly green, blotchy scar created by a corrosive acid. Finally, on the center of his back, Rook sees large claw-shaped scars surrounded by dry, cracked skin.
"Trickster…" The man in question stops changing upon hearing Rook's nickname for him, "What has happened to you?" Rook says quietly and with no hint of his usual persona.
Rook hears the Prefect’s breath hitch for a moment before sighing, "Yeah…I had a feeling you guys would say something. Give me a minute." He says FAR too calmly for Rook's liking while he resumes changing into the spare uniform.
Once he's fully changed, the Prefect turns around and joins the other men around the fire.
The next few seconds of tense silence are broken by Epel, "So??? Are ya gonna explain???" He asks urgently.
"Personally, I don't think there's much TO explain. You guys aren't stupid. There's no way you haven’t heard the rumors by now." The Prefect says.
Rook has no rebuttal. He knows exactly what the other man means. No matter how hard they try, the news of an overblot will always make its way to the rest of the student body and, in the same breath, the Prefect’s name will always come up.
"So, those scars are from…?" Rook trails off, not wanting to say it.
"Yep. Each scar you saw is traceable back to one of the five overblot incidents I was involved in." The Prefect says matter-of-factly while pulling up his right sleeve, "These ones happened because one of Riddle’s rose vines got a hold of me while I was trying to protect Trey. I could barely write with this arm for a while after that."
Rook and Epel sit there in stunned silence as the Prefect continues.
"The one you saw on my back happened because I threw myself between Ruggie and Leona during his overblot. Leona was charging right for him and he was already in a bad way, so I figured I could take a hit or two. Oh, and don't bother with the dry skin. I've tried everything at this point, so I think it's just like that for good now." The man continues nonchalantly.
Rook begins to notice a pattern with these stories as the Prefect pulls down the fabric on his left shoulder.
"This one came from the trident Azul's phantom had. I was trying to push Leona out of the way of it and ended up getting skewered myself. Heh, he got SO mad at me afterwards! Still not sure why, though." He explains with a small laugh.
But neither Rook nor Epel laugh with him. Why is he making jokes about this?
"And, of course, I don't think I need to explain how I got the one on my hip, seeing as how you guys were there when it happened." He says while motioning to the two other men.
Unfortunately, the Prefect truly doesn't need to explain. Rook still remembers the sight of him shoving Epel out of the way and taking part of a blast of Vil's poison.
Silence falls over the area as the Prefect is seemingly done explaining despite not addressing the question that is no doubt on both of his companion's minds.
"Wait, isn't that only four?" Epel asks, ever the straightforward one.
"Well, it's not like I got out of Jamil’s overblot unscathed, but I wouldn't really call it a 'scar.'" The Prefect responds while taking off one of his gloves, "During the fight, I took a magic blast for Kalim, got flung back hard against a pillar and hit my spine in a way that messed up the nerves in my hands, so now I've lost some feeling in them." He says while looking at his hand melancholically, "Oh, don't tell either of them I said that, by the way. I wouldn't want them to feel guilty."
Rook's mouth is agape as his mind tries and fails to rationalize the sheer disregard for oneself the Prefect is displaying.
"Trickster, why would you do all of this?" Rook finally says in genuine concern, earning a confused look from the other man.
"What do you mean? Everyone's always saying how I'm useless and a liability because I can't use magic, so I thought this was the only way I could make myself useful." He says while pulling his knees towards his chest, "Though, sometimes I can still feel the pain, when I think about what happened."
Then it clicks in Rook's mind. This is his fault. And not just his, it's Epel's as well. No, not even just those present. Everyone at NRC did this to him. All of them.
While he may not have been personally acquainted with the Prefect until recently, Rook had heard the whispers about him that echoed through the halls since the day he was brought to this world and did nothing to stop them.
Whispers that tell of a "fittingly useless prefect for that rundown dump."
Whispers that reduce him down to his lack of magic and ignore his qualities as a person.
Whispers that would sometimes even come from the mouths of people whom he would consider friends.
Whispers that the Prefect has no doubt heard constantly, warping his perception of himself into someone expendable. Someone whose problems must always be put on the back burner in the face of someone else's.
Looking at Epel, Rook knows he's had the same realization by his shell-shocked expression and before the two men know it, they've moved to sit on both sides of the Prefect, who doesn't seem to mind.
"Well, fer what it's worth, ya should know that yer always welcome in Harveston." Epel says in an attempt at comfort, "Meemaw always mentions ya at least once in her letters to me, askin' if you've been eatin' well, amongst other things, so I think comin' with me to go see her would make her happy!"
"Really…?" The Prefect asks, slightly surprised.
"But of course!" Rook jumps in, "You should also know that my siblings have been asking about you as well!"
"H-huh? Why??" The man asks, thoroughly confused as Rook takes his hand.
"Because, whenever we talk, I always tell them how truly magnifique you are, Trickster." Rook says softly, "How caring and truly irreplaceable you are."
The Prefect blinks for a few seconds, caught off-guard by Rook's sincerity.
“And someone as irreplaceable as you shouldn't be putting himself in harm's way so often.” Rook continues, “After all, I'm sure your family couldn't bear to see you return to them in a coffin.”
The Prefect’s eyes go wide in realization and then begin to glisten with tears as he looks at his free hand which begins to tremble before fully burying his face in his knees and crying.
“mommy…daddy…” He whispers between sobs.
Rook releases the other man's hand and instead wraps his arm around him in comfort as Epel leans against his other side, letting him safely release his pent up emotions.
Rook may not be able to change the past or silence the hateful whispers in the halls, but, starting with this moment right here, he might just be able to ease the pain of the Prefect’s scars, both mental and physical, until one day, they disappear altogether.
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𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕖 𝕛𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕟’𝕋𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤
𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚
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Pre! Outbreak Joel x horseback riding instructor f!reader
A/N: I did not plan for this to be over 4k words. LOL enjoy ♡
~word count : 4.3k~
Summary: Joel Miller, single father; total soft dad has an astronomically enormous crush on you, his daughters horseback riding instructor.
Warnings: soft! Joel, shy! Joel, fluff, flirting, slow burn, eventual established relationship, single! Father Joel, protective! Joel, he’s so sweet your teeth will hurt! Joel, eventual smut, some angst, no y/n, +18 minors dni !
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Austin, Texas
It was around 2:30 the next afternoon that Joel Miller had given you a ring. You were on your well deserved lunch break after Javi P put you through absolute hell. Why you thought it was going to be an easy hack session with him, was beyond you. Javi P never made anything easy, but you were determined to show this horse some good in his life. He’d been through hell in the racing industry, and it left a bad taste in your mouth just knowing how disposable he and his brother were to their old owners.
When your ringtone blared, you nearly lost hold of your sandwich as you grabbed your phone, answering it on the second ring.
“Hey darlin’ it’s Joel; Joel Miller. The uh–the guy who called ya yesterday about getting his daughter some ridin’ lessons?”
You honest to god thought it was fucking adorable that Joel even thought for a minute that you weren’t gonna remember him. You most definitely had not been thinking about this man all day after your phone call. No way, that definitely wasn’t you.
“Hey, Joel! I take it I left a good impression on you yesterday?”
He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he was parked in front of Sarah’s school, waiting for her. “Yeah, you uh–most definitely did. Anyway, i’m waitin’ to pick my daughter up and then we were gonna head over, if that still works for you?”
“Oh, perfect! Yeah, that still works for me! I’ll meet you out front when you get here, and then we’ll do the tour, sound good?”
“Sounds like a plan to me. Just wanted to y’know check in and make sure that I wasn’t inconveniencing you or anythin’ like that.”
“Well, I appreciate you calling, but I hate to break it to you, I don’t do much around here for you to be inconveniencing me.”
“I’m sure that ain’t true. You seem to uh–really enjoy what you do, which is hard for a lot of folks to say. Don’t sell yourself short, and just from our conversation yesterday, can tell that you really care about the horses, even when you’re threatenin’ to turn one of ‘em into glue.”
You let out a light laugh, biting the tip of your nail because woo doggy, Joel Miller was a total fucking sweetheart in your books, and you still hadn’t met this man in person.
“Thanks, Joel. I appreciate you saying that. You’re not gonna let me live down the glue thing, huh?”
“Anytime, darlin’ and oh, no I will not be letting you live that one down.” He looked out the driver side window when he saw Sarah walking up and he reached over, unlocking the passenger side door for her. “Hey, Sarah just got outta school, S’okay that she’s not like in uh–proper ridin’ stuff?”
“Oh, yeah that’s fine! Jeans and a t-shirt are the most comfortable option. We’ll get her fitted for a helmet as well, if you guys end up choosing our place that is.”
“Oh, sweet. Didn’t know if there was like a strict attire or anythin’ like that and I got a good feelin’ that we’re gonna be seein’ a lot more of each other.”
“Nah, we’re not like the hunter jumper barns. As long as she has closed-toed shoes, she’s good.” Your heart may or may not have skipped a beat when Joel Miller casually stated that he had a feeling you were going to see each other a lot more. Damn these southern charm Texas men.
“Alright, awesome. Pickin’ her up now, see ya in a bit!”
“See you in a bit, Joel!”
He hung up just as Sarah had climbed into the passenger seat and buckled herself in.
“Who were you on the phone with?” She took notice that her dad had a slight blush to his cheeks and she couldn’t help but grin and give him a little shoulder punch.
“Just got off the phone with your potential new ridin’ instructor. I think you’re really gonna like her, kiddo. She seems pretty cool.”
“You’re blushing dad, you know that? Right here!” She playfully poked his dimple.
“Am not! Just a little hot in here. Sweatin’ bullets.”
“Sureeeee it’s just the heat, you’re so right!”
He gave his daughter a playful warning look while he reached over and ruffled her head of curls.
“I ain’t blushin’ I don’t blush!”
“Okaaay dad, whatever you say!”
Joel Miller was not blushing. Like he said, he doesn’t blush. It was just the hot Texas air that had him feeling all flustered.
You quickly finished what was left of your sandwich, checking the time as you tidied up your desk. You grabbed your phone and slipped it back into your jeans pocket as you headed out of the makeshift office, and into the aisle way of the stalls.
“Listen up fellas, we have a potential new client coming through in about 20 minutes, and i’m expecting all of you to be on your very best behavior.” You looked directly at Javi P as you spoke. “Yeah bud, I'm talking to you specifically. We are NOT biting any kids today, alright?”
Javi P looked displeased, and if horses had hands, he would most definitely would be flipping you off right now.
You spent the next 20 minutes sweeping the aisle way, wanting everything to look presentable as possible. You heard the sound of truck tires under loose gravel and you just had a feeling it was Joel Miller.
“Alright boys, it's showtime!”
Sarah was telling her dad another horse fact from her book when they were getting out of his truck. “Dad, this one is super cool! Did you know that horse hooves are made from the same protein as human hair and fingernails? That’s one big finger nail!”
Joel had let out a laugh, his eyes crinkled up a bit in the corners as he shook his head. “Think that protein is called keratin? Sounds about right to me.”
“Keratin! Yeah, that’s what it's called!”
He observed the area then and took notice of the blooming flowers in the front of the stables, and the overall comforting vibe this place had. He could hear the familiar sound of a horse whinnying. The distinct barn smell didn’t even have him turning up his nose, and in a way, he found it oddly comforting.
His head turned in the direction of the door opening as you stepped outside. You were wearing light washed jeans that definitely were well worn, a loose graphic tee, Star Wars to be specific. The fabric was faded, but he could make out the image of two X-Wings. So, you were a nerd too, just another added bonus.
Your jeans were a bit dirty from your fall off of Javi P earlier, and you were certain that your hair probably looked insane, but Joel wasn’t expecting you to walk out in a mini skirt and stilettos, that was damn sure.
“Joel? Hey, nice to put a face to the name!” You held your hand out to him and he grasped it in his larger one. He had a firm grip, and his palms were well worn, a little calloused. Not that you were paying attention to those little details or anything.
He was undeniably handsome. A tall fucking glass of water, as you would describe him to your friends later over drinks. He had deep, warm, inviting brown eyes, a good structured jaw, and a killer smile. One that would definitely make any girl weak in the knees.
Joel already knew what you looked like from your bio on the website, but in person? You were even prettier. Joel had been so focused on his job, and caring for his daughter, that he never really saved any room for himself. He hadn’t gone on a proper date in god knows how long, but he just had a feeling that maybe you were gonna change that for him.
He smiled as you shook hands before he gestured to his daughter, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.
“Hey, nice to meet ya! This is my daughter Sarah. Newly horse obsessed as you already know.”
Sarah swatted at her dad’s arm playfully and stuck her tongue out at him. “Dad, don’t embarrass me!”
You couldn't help but laugh as you watched their interaction. It was clear Joel and his daughter were very close. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about kiddo. I, too, am horse obsessed. Would even go as far to say that I am horse crazy.”
Sarah let out a huff, crossing her arms over her chest with a small smile. “Yeah, okay. Guess there is nothing to be embarrassed about. Horses are pretty freaking cool!”
You nodded. “They are super freaking cool! You guys wanna head in and I'll give you a tour?”
Sarah was already grabbing her dad’s hand as you led the dad daughter duo inside the main building.
“We’ve been in business for a little over a decade now. We’re family owned and a non-profit and all of the horses here were rescued from various situations. We focus heavily on good horsemanship skills, positivity and creating a safe, judgment free zone. We currently have 6 horses at our facility. All at different skill levels, but 5 out of the 6 are extremely beginner friendly.”
Joel had his hands shoved in his jean pockets as you spoke, he was attentively listening to everything you were saying.
“Did you rescue them all yourself?” He asked.
“Yep, every single one of them. Not all at once, but I'd get a tip from someone in the business about an upcoming auction, or abandoned barn, and I'd be there. I’ve traveled across the country for a couple of them, and I wish I could rescue every horse, but I do what I can y’know?”
“I understand. It’s great that you’ve given ‘em a second chance at life and a fresh start.”
You held the door open for them as you led them into the aisle way where the stalls were located. “Yeah, I agree with you. They deserve so much more than to just be thrown away like that. These boys are some of the luckier ones.”
All 6 of the horses had stuck their heads out of their stall doors to see who was coming and Sarah’s little heart was already melting.
“So like I was saying, we have 6 horses currently. Their names are Frankie, Dieter, Whiskey, Javi P, Javi G, and finally, Ezra.”
You brought them over to the first stall which was Frankies. He was a bay, tobiano paint. He had one blue eye, and one brown eye. You leaned against the side of his stall door as he peeked his head out over the side, nickering softly at you.
“This is Frankie, he’s our newest recruit. Just actually picked him up from Utah a little over a month ago.” You gave him a gentle pat on the neck. “He’s about 20 years old, in horse years and he’s a sweetheart. He was a little girl’s birthday present and he was well loved up until he spooked one day. She fell off and broke her arm and her parents deemed him to be ‘unsafe.’ He would have been on his way to Mexico if it wasn’t for me. I’m working on doing some desensitizing training with him as he doesn’t handle loud, sudden noises very well. He loves kids though.
Sarah frowned as she listened to you talk about Frankie and what would have almost happened to him.
“It wasn’t his fault that he spooked, right?”
“No kiddo. It’s never the horses fault and we gotta remember that their prey animals. If they feel like they’re in danger, or threatened, their natural instinct is to run.”
“Can I pet him?”
“Course you can. Here, he’ll love you forever if you give him one of these.” You reached into your pocket, pulling out a carrot and snapped it in half, handing her the one piece. “You’re gonna want to hold your hand out flat, tuck your thumb under your fingers cause you don’t want him accidentally biting them.”
Sarah nodded as she walked to his stall door, holding the carrot out to Frankie like you said and when he had licked her hand as he grabbed the carrot, she let out a soft giggle.
Joel had the softest fucking smile on his face just from seeing his baby girl happy like this.
“Next we have Dieter. This guy? He’s a little trickster and he’s pretty damn good at it. Loves to steal things out of your pockets if you’re not careful. I’ve caught him nearly escaping at least a dozen times. Had to really get creative with the locks on his stall. He used to be a lesson horse at a hunter jumper barn not far from here. The schooling shows really started to wear him down and they felt like he was useless after that.”
“Woah, he has a mohawk! That’s so cool! What kind of horse is he?” Sarah asked.
“He’s a Norwegian Fjord. He’s in between the size of a standard horse and a large pony. They typically have longer manes but due to the weather, we keep his trimmed so he doesn’t overheat. Plus, I think he enjoys having a mohawk, wouldn’t you say?”
Sarah didn’t hesitate to give Dieter a soft stroke on the side of his neck and she looked back at her dad with a small grin.
“I think he looks very punk rock, whad’ya think dad?”
“Very punk rock. He pulls it off pretty well I think.”
Whiskey, who’s stall was next to Dieter’s, was pawing impatiently at the ground.
“Ahh yes, good old Whiskey boy. He can be a bit of a handful at times, but he has a super smooth gait due to his breed.”
“When you talk about a horse's gait, are you uh–are you talkin’ about their movement? What makes him different from the rest?” Joel asked.
You looked over at him with a smile and nodded. “Yeah, that’s right. Their gait is their natural movement. Whiskey is a Tennessee Walking Horse, and his natural gait differs between a flat walk, running walk, and a canter. He’s best suited for the trails and easy flat work. This guy was rescued from the ‘Big Lick’ industry. His gait is naturally high stepping but to enhance it for shows, trainers would use chains, heavy boots, and chemicals on his fetlocks in order to have him step higher. The practice is considered cruel, for obvious reasons, but people get away with it often. He went lame at one point and was thrown into auction.”
Joel had frowned as he listened to Whiskey’s story. It left a bad taste in his mouth that people could be so cruel to an animal like that.
“So, these guys really have been through hell, huh?”
“Unfortunately they have. Trust me, I get angry just thinking about what they went through.”
“Well, they’re certainly lucky that they have you, darlin. I like his coat color. That’s the proper term ain’t it?”
You almost felt a blush creep up your neck when he called you darlin again. At least you could blame it on the sweltering heat. Not because of Joel Miller and his smooth Texas drawl.
“Coat color is the correct term, yeah. He’s a dappled palomino. I call him honey sometimes because of his color, and because he’s as sweet as honey. A little bit of a flirt as well, a ladies man you might say.”
“He definitely gives off the ‘pretty’ boy vibes.” Joel said with a chuckle.
Before he, or Sarah could walk to the next stall, you put your arm out in front of them protectively, just as Javi P had lunged his head out, with his ears pinned back against his head, baring his teeth.
“I told him to be on his best behavior but I swear, this horse never listens.”
Joel was more focused on your soft grip on his bicep to even process the angry beast in front of them.
“Is this the horse you threatened to turn into glue yesterday?” Joel asked in a joking manner.
Sarah let out a shocked gasp.
“Don’t worry, kiddo. I wasn’t actually gonna turn him into glue. He just isn’t the friendliest as you can see.” You gently released Joel’s bicep from your grip. “This is Javi P, he’s an OTTB, better known as an off the track thoroughbred. He was gonna make it big in Kentucky and would have sold for millions if it wasn’t for his accident. His jockey was well known for, to put it lightly, and please excuse my French, an asshole. This guy was too young to even be on the track. His bones weren’t even fully formed, nor able to withstand the pressure. He wiped out on a mud track a year ago, and knocked his jockey out. If they would have given him more time, and switched Jockey’s, he probably would have had a successful racing career.”
“I take it he doesn’t trust humans very well because of that? I mean, I sure as hell wouldn’t.”
“He’s incredibly weary of men especially. It’s really unfortunate because I know underneath all his meanness, there’s a really good horse. I’ve just been trying to chip away at his rough exterior, bit by bit. He threw me off earlier this morning, but it was my fault. Lost my footing in the stirrup and he flipped.”
“Jesus, are you alright?”
“Me? Oh, yeah I'm good. I’ve experienced a lot of falls in my life. Just comes with the job honestly.”
“Just about how many times have you fallen off? If ya don’t mind me askin’ that is.”
“Oh gosh, uhhh I'm not sure if I can count them on both hands. At least 20. Maybe a little less than 50. It happens but the main thing is, I've gotten back on everytime.”
“Woah, you’ve fallen off that many times and you aren’t scared or anything? Okay, my dad was totally right, you are so cool!”
Now you were actually feeling flustered, and Joel might have been as well but you couldn’t exactly tell. “I was definitely scared the first few times and I was afraid to get back on, but I pushed through it. What’s this about me being totally cool? Your dad is right on the money with that one, I am the coolest.”
Joel cleared his throat a little while he rubbed the back of his neck.
“Alright, I will admit that I told Sarah you were cool. I mean, you left an impression on me after our phone call, and you know so much about horses so yeah, I’d say you’re pretty cool.”
Sarah gave her dad a funny look then, only one that he could see.
“Is Javi G related to Javi P?” She asked, walking up to the other chestnut thoroughbred and he had lowered his head down towards her, brushing his soft, velvet nose against her palm.
“Yep, they’re brothers with totally opposite personalities. Javi G was let go because he was deemed to be too “sweet” for racing. He’s honestly a huge goober. If you give him kisses, he gives them right back.”
Sarah had given his nose a quick peck and he returned it against her palm, licking her hand.
“See? Told ya, he gives them right back!”
Sarah giggled as he licked her palm. “That tickles!” She wiped her wet palm on the side of her jeans. “I think I like him the most so far! Or Frankie, he was very sweet.”
“I think Whiskey is my favorite so far. I’m Jealous of how fantastic his hair looks.”
“Dad, it's not his hair, it's his mane!”
Joel held his hands up in defense with a small grin on his lips.
“Ohh, my bad for not gettin’ the term correct, my deepest apologies!”
“Yeah, Joel! Get with the program!” You chimed, your tone light and playful as you stopped at the last stall. Ezra was already nuzzling his nose into your shoulder, giving you an affectionate push.
“Oh, wow. He’s so pretty! It looks like he has a heart on his head, you see that dad?” Sarah pointed to the heart shaped star on Ezra’s forehead.
“Oh, yeah he does! Recognize him from the photo on the website.” ‘Yeah, the one that you have been staring at for the past 24 hours, Miller.’ He thought to himself.
“This is my boy, Ezra. He’s a 16 hand high Hanoverian and he was making it big in the hunter jumper world for a few years. He used to compete all through the country and was well on his way to competing in Europe.” You gave him a pat on his neck, pulled out the other half of the carrot and fed it to him. “Sometimes horses give you signs that they’re tired, that they don’t want to work anymore. Ezra was giving all those signs and his owner refused to see them until it was pretty much too late. He passed out during a show from exhaustion and being overworked. Now, he gets to live comfortably and he enjoys being ridden again.”
Joel could tell how much these horses truly meant to you, just by the way you spoke about all of them. He admired your passion for giving them a second chance at life. This just confirmed to him that he definitely would be seeing a lot more of you.
After the tour, Joel felt comfortable leaving Sarah to spend some time with Ezra while you and him talked over the logistics.
“I gotta say, you really sold this place for me darlin’ and I think Sarah would be absolutely lucky to be trained under you. Y’know I'm usually super critical over these things, for obvious reasons, but I trust you already and I know she’s in good hands.”
You were in disbelief as you walked alongside him.
“Really? Well, I gotta say, that's a relief. I got a little worried that maybe I was taking it too far with telling you guys about each of the horses stories but honestly, it's necessary. I can’t tell you how many potential clients have rolled through here and lasted maybe a day before switching to a hunter jumper barn. So I truly appreciate you saying that. I think Sarah is going to love it here, and I would be more than happy to be her instructor.”
“Honestly? I’m just relieved you didn’t try and sugar coat anythin’ I appreciate the fact that you didn’t try to make yourself, or this place sound like somethin’ it's not. If that makes any sense? You’re just, uh–very personable? I apologize if i’m oversteppin’ with ya darlin’ I don’t mean to ramble.”
You laughed as you looked over at him and nodded. “I totally understand what you’re trying to get at Joel. So basically, I’m not a snobby asshole that’s just in it for the money?”
“Well, that is one way to put it. I could also tell by your shirt that you weren’t gonna be the prissy type. Can’t stand those kinda girls honestly. You’re definitely in it for the horses, and the experience.”
You were feeling flustered by this man’s words, and there was no way you could hide it. “What about the shirt you gave me away? C’mon, I'm curious to know what your first impression of me really was.”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe it was the two X-Wings on your shirt? Just a simple observation. Gotta ask, what’s your favorite of the franchise thus far?”
“Damn X-Wings giving away all my deepest, darkest secrets. Oh man, probably the Empire Strikes back or Return of the Jedi. The new episodes have potential though. I do like the Pod racing in The Phantom Menace.”
“You walked right on into that one darlin,’ and those are pretty solid answers. Me personally? I like the Empire Strikes Back the most. Although, they’re all good.”
“I think I respect you just a tad bit more than I already did, Joel Miller.”
“Well, I must be doin’ somethin’ right huh?”
Oh, he has no idea.
“Anyway, let’s get you situated with the paperwork and figure out a good lesson schedule?”
Joel nodded and you left his side to go and grab the paper work, waiver and other forms along with a pen and after he signed everything, you went and retrieved Sarah, who was still loving on Ezra.
You stood just outside the door of the main building, waving to Joel and Sarah as he pulled out of the parking spot.
“Well, kiddo. Your first lesson this Saturday! Signed the paperwork and everything. You excited?”
Sarah looked over at her dad with a big smile as she buckled her seatbelt. “You like her, don’t you?”
Joel stumbled over his words as he looked over at his kid momentarily.
“Now what would make ya think that? Wait, was it that obvious? Shoot! You were not supposed to hear me say that. I don’t like your riding instructor sweet pea. I just think she is a cool person ,and she definitely knows her horse stuff.”
“I knew it! You do like her! Dad, you are terrible at making things not obvious! She’s like super pretty so I totally get it! I am going to tell uncle Tommy that you have a crush!” She giggled.
“Sarah–honey, are you feelin alright? The sun isn’t gettin’ to ya is it?” He looked absolutely mortified when she said that she was going to tell his brother. “Absolutely not, you do not speak of this to uncle Tommy, ever! I ain’t got a silly little crush, kiddo. Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Okay, okay. I won’t say anything to uncle Tommy. I pinky promise! You do have a crush though dad. It’s okay, your secret is safe with me!” She held her pinky out to him.
“I ain’t got a crush. Silly talk, sweet pea. That’s all I'm hearin’ right now.” He linked his pinky with hers.
Alright, so Joel maybe had a teeny tiny crush on his daughter’s horseback riding instructor. Just a small innocent crush that would never turn into anything..right?
Part 3:
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Giving The Bad Batch Nicknames
The Bad Batch/Reader. Headcanons. | writing-positivelyexisting🫧
Hunter
“Hunter-bear”
The obscurity of ‘bear’ throws him off and he’s definitely going to ask why you said it.
“It rhymes, it’s fitting, and it’s cute. Better than ‘babe’, yeah?”
Despite not knowing where that nickname came from, Hunter eventually grows to love it. It’s so endearing to him that you came up with a nickname just for him.
The little name had grown on him so much that one time you didn’t say it, you just said his name, his heart sank and his eyes looked at you with so much concern and guilt. He thought he had wronged you in some way and didn’t think twice to make it up to you.
Flowers, a night out on the town, a cute dinner, a full body massage, anything you even LOOKED AT with interest he bought for you.
When you asked why the sudden flash of romance, he said, “You didn’t say ‘bear’ after my name and I thought you were upset with me. You always call me ‘Hunter-bear’.” He had the saddest puppy eyes and little frown you seriously thought he would shed a tear or two.
You got a good laugh in that day, realizing this nickname really stuck with him. You explained that you weren’t mad and it was an accident. “But, I might keep making the same mistake if this is what it gets me,” you joked.
Echo
“Echo-bird”
The funny look you got from the man almost took the breath out of you. He seemed so confused and a little annoyed, asking why ‘bird’ was necessary.
“Your name is Echo and some birds are known to repeat back phrases and words. It’s fitting,” you laughed softly.
Echo rolled his eyes and huffed. He thought he was through with the echo-jokes. “Oh great.”Then again … it reminded him of his old team.
The first few times you said it, Echo would look at you with a stern gaze. Kind of like when a mother looks at her child, silently saying “watch it”. However, the more you called him Echo-bird the more he felt his body relax.
Your nickname had become one of the most precious things to him. You always seemed to know when to use it, too. When the mission was stressful, causing his mind to cloud with doubt you’d say his nickname in such a calm, sweet, and soft whisper. Your hands would always touch him when you said it, getting his full attention.
More often, now, each time you’d call him by his nickname he would hug you so close to him. It always put a smile on your face when he’d bury his in your hair or in the little nook of your neck.
What you couldn’t see when he did that is the biggest smile with tears threatening to fall behind his lashes. While it hurt to remember his old squad, it felt so much better to know they never really went away.
Wrecker
“Dear”
It’s simple. It’s sweet. And he absolutely loves it.
Wrecker doesn’t question it. He was all smiles and laughs when you first said it.
He picked you up in a hug, telling you to use that all the time. And you did.
“Wrecker, dear, can you help me for a second?”
“My dear, could you grab that for me?”
It fills the guy with so many butterflies and completely melts his heart. Anytime you called him “dear” he would stop what he was doing to help you.
When you can, you kiss his cheek and say “Thank you, dear.” This is the one that gets you lucky.
“Come here, you!” It would be a very short chase full of laughs and squeals.
Sometimes the other guys will joke around, mimicking your voice and calling him by his nickname when you’re not around just to see him lose his cool for a little. (Even Tech would chime in with a logical jest sometimes).
You only caught them poking fun once and it was the last time you heard the jokes.
“You boys better watch yourselves. Just because you don’t have someone to make you feel all warm and good inside doesn’t mean you gotta poke fun at the one who does.”
Wrecker stood behind you, arms crossed, with the biggest “what she said” look on his face.
The men looked everywhere but you two in shame, muttering apologies.
Tech
“Boyfriend” / “Husband”
This man is IN LOVE with the title.
You said it first when you introduced him to a friend. “This is my boyfriend/husband, Tech.”
It sent a tingle through his body and scratched an itch he didn’t even realize he had. It cracked a smile on his lips and it stayed for the whole day.
He requested that you called him by his title regularly and he would call you by your title, too. It made you giggle but of course you agreed with Tech, who wouldn’t?
“Oh, boyfriend/husband!” “Yes, girlfriend/wife?”
“Boyfriend/Husband, what do you think about this for the Marauder?” “Absolutely brilliant, girlfriend/wife.”
Being called boyfriend/husband made this man feel so important and loved. It was definitely an ego boost for him, but you didn’t mind it.
When you two were alone, doing whatever or nothing, you would touch his face so lovingly and say, “My handsome boyfriend/husband.”
Tech would lean into your touch with the softest of smiles, mimicking your actions. “My beautiful girlfriend/wife.”
Crosshair
“Darling”
A classical nickname. Sleek and dark. It suited him well.
It sent a dangerous shiver down his back when you first said it. Crosshair was quick to whip back around to you, a stern pointer finger in your face.
“Don’t say that.”
You swallowed, feeling maybe he didn’t enjoy being called that but you searched his eyes and found skittish curiosity.
It just wasn’t his normal, but you got him to accept it. Through rigorous perseverance of calling him “darling”.
“Crosshair, darling, could you come here?”
“Stop cleaning your rifle and come to bed, darling.”
The nickname soon became a beaconing and Crosshair would come to your side and assist you with whatever you needed.
At some point, he started using it for you as well. It was always subtle, too. Never using a loud voice, always sounding like a grumble.
“Focus, darling.”
“Here you go, darling.”
And of course, once he was comfortable with it, he started using it as a form of teasing in the bedroom.
I had this thought while on a road trip this past weekend and it’s probably the cutest thing I’ll ever write.
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Bats and Fire: The Very Beginnings
What if we took y/n (who is, in this fic, a monster researcher/hunter) being mated to a couple acotar men... then made it all the acotar men (batboys, eris, lucien)....
So this was a silly joke. Then I wrote it. Then I realized that this could be multiple parts... so welcome to:
Bats and Fire
01 - The Very Beginnings
(this is such proof that i will write anything and i'm 6x more likely to write it if its MESSY and CHAOTIC)
Warnings: none
WC: 2k
Finding out you’re mated to all the ACOTAR men would be a doozy.
At first it’s Rhys, when you make eye contact with him while on a business visit in Velaris…
“I know,” you laugh, gently nudging your friend’s shoulder. “Boo hoo, you don’t like the Night Court. But it’s beautiful. We’ve been in worse places on business.”
“That’s tru— oh my cauldron, look who it is!” She points to the back of a man walking with a tall blonde woman, and you can immediately sense the power radiating off of him. He must be who you’re looking for: the High Lord of Night.
“Yes!” you grin, tightening your grip on the jar in your hands — which holds a very menacing pixie that has been stealing magic from residents of Prythian all over. The High Lord of Autumn had commissioned its capture, and you had tracked it back to night, and well… here you were.
“Lord Rhysand!” you call out, gracefully sliding your way through the crowd. “Lord Rhysand, I must speak with you!”
Someone bumps into you, and you stumble, crashing straight into the High Lord’s chest.
“You bellowed?”
“Yes, yes— sorry, my Lord. But you see, this pixie—”
But then you look up, meeting his stunning violet-blue gaze.
You drop your jar, and it shatters on the cobblestone ground, the pixie exploding out of the rubble, trying to make a break for it. The creature is immediately surrounded by darkness, unable to make its grand escape.
“You’re…” you whisper, covering your mouth with a hand.
“…My mate.”
Cassian and Azriel came shortly after. You and Rhys got close quickly, so why wouldn’t you be introduced to his friends?
“Darling?” Rhysand says, glancing around the room, his eyes finally landing on you. “Oh, good— you’re all ready. Remember that it’s cold, so wear plenty of layers—”
You blink up at him, gesturing to the not one, not two, not three, but four layers he’s made you put on. “Rhys. I’m going to be very warm. I’ve been to the Illyrian mountains on hunting trips before and I can confirm that this is too much.”
“It’s gotten colder in recent years.”
“Sure.”
Rhys grins, kisses the side of your head, and takes your hand. “Ready? We won’t be there for two long, I just want to do a little surveillance with the camps and introduce you to my brothers while we’re there.”
With a quick nod, you’re enveloped by darkness and wind. And then it all fades, and chill air bites at your cheeks and nose.
Rhysand holds you close to his side as you trudge through the snow. You wrap your coats tighter around yourself, leaning into his warmth.
And then you feel it.
You freeze.
An electric connection stuns you, seeming to form at your heart and spread through your chest.
And then another.
You reluctantly look over your shoulder, cursing when you see them. Two tall Illyrian males, staring at you. They definitely know. And you have the gut feeling that these two males are the Cassian and Azriel that Rhys told you about.
“Ah, look, there they are,” Rhys grins, waving towards the two males, who have both started in your direction.
This is your moment: fight, flight, or freeze? Your heart pounds in your chest—they’re getting closer—and the crowd is so thick with people…
As a monster researcher and hunter, you’ve never fled once in your life.
…But now is a fantastic time to start.
“Restroom,” you blurt, and then sprint from Rhys’s side, burying yourself in the crowd of taller Fae and wings and fur coats.
You weave between the people, attempting to mask your scent, and then burst into a small corner shop. A bakery, filled with the smells of bread and pastries. Perfect to cover your trail.
You walk up to the counter, fishing out a few coppers. “Do you have anything particularly smelly?”
The baker raises a brow, his wings shifting behind him as he gives you a once-over dripping with judgment. “Excuse me?”
“Love?”
You curse under your breath at the sound of Rhys’s voice. And then you slowly turn around, finding your mate… and your other two mates.
So you face your fate.
The Illyrians were easy to love. You got to know them in a matter of weeks, but you had other jobs to attend to, and was soon in the Autumn Court, where you had to finally turn in that damned pixie to High Lord Eris…
Are you sure you feel safe there? Azriel asks down the bond. One of us can come and accompany you.
Yes, you confirm. All is well. I’m just turning in this little beast. I’ll be back before sundown.
He sent you a wave of love, paired with a sarcastic you have fun with that.
So here you are, climbing a ladder to get to the top level of the Autumn palace. It’s built like a treehouse, with ladders separating the levels unless you’re nobility or a special guest, in which case you get to use the fancy-dancy wooden staircases in the center.
But being a monster specialist is pretty damn far from nobility. So you get the ladders route.
You decide that you hate this place.
Hoisting yourself up onto the final platform, where the throne room is, you climb to your feet.
A guard gives you a dirty look, holding out a spear to stop you in your path. “Female. State your name and business.”
You say your name, and hold up the jar containing a very angry pixie. “The High Lord commissioned this pixie’s capture. Now, if you’ll let me go, this Tinkerbelle is very eager to find an escape route.”
“You didn’t give advance warning of your visit.”
“I sent word a month ago,” you snarl, baring your teeth.
His spear strikes you quicker than your Fae reflexes can react. It collides with your cheek, sending you stumbling back, blood rushing down your jaw.
“What in Prythian are you doing, Magus?” an unfamiliar male voice enters the encounter, and you immediately see boots approaching.
“She was trying to force her way in—”
“Liar,” you hiss. You wipe away the blood and face the guard once more, free hand tightening on the pixie jar. “I have proper certification, if you would just let me—”
“She’s aggressive, your majesty.”
Your majesty?
You look up at the male who had approached. You’re met with a golden-skinned male, with a scar through one eye and a whirring, mechanical eyeball. When he too looks at you, you feel the slightest… ittiest bittiest… tug.
Shit.
His jaw drops, long ginger hair falling over his shoulder. “You’re…”
The doors to the throne room swing open, revealing a male that looks like your newfound fourth mate. But he’s wearing a crown, so he must be the High Lord that you came for.
And when his stunning copper eyes turn to you, it happens.
For the fifth time.
“Nope,” you say, throwing the jar in High Lord Eris’s direction. “Nope. Not again. Not doing this.”
With that, you turn on your heel, starting back towards the ladder.
“Wait,” the first male jumps in front of you, eyes glimmering. “You’re… you’re my mate.”
“What do you mean?” Eris jumps in, stepping into view and rapidly approaching. “She’s my mate.”
“See, so there’s this phenomenon,” you start, gritting your teeth. “I already have three mates. I don’t feel the need for another two. The Mother is cruel and she thinks that building me a harem is great entertainment. But you two are officially out. Capishe?”
The two males looked at eachother, and then back to you—
But you were gone.
We have an issue, you stated down the bond to your Illyrian mates.
You knew that blocking out two mates would not work. And it didn’t. They sent you flowers and gifts, and... oh, the gifts... such expensive and exquisite things... for weeks, until you caved… and called a meeting for all of your mates.
You sit in silence at The House of Wind’s dining table, monitoring the males’ expressions. They're all glaring at each other. The Mother definitely could have given you a less… volatile… group.
“Okay,” you start, scratching the back of your neck. “So… I think this is it.”
“I’d like to put it on the record that you said you were sure we were all last time,” Cassian grits out, wings rigid at his back.
“This is different. Now, we need to go over rules, boundaries… anything that comes to mind?”
“Separated court times,” Lucien starts, seeming rather open to the situation. “Eris and I manage the Autumn Court, and these three are always in Night, so it makes sense to do a week-on, week-off schedule.”
“Her work requires her to travel,” Azriel joins in, twirling Truth-Teller in his hand. “You couldn’t expect her to just stay in your court for a week at a time.”
“Of course he didn’t mean that,” Eris snarls, ear twitching. “He meant during her off time.”
“I could—” you try to join in, but it doesn’t really work out for you.
“I plan on making her my High Lady, which she has already agreed to,” Rhysand growls. “So she’ll be spending a lot of time in the Night Court.”
Cassian nods, joining in. “And we don’t want her to give up her passions. Which seems to be what you want. So she’ll be either at the Night Court or traveling. You two can… visit… her.”
“I really wouldn’t mind—”
“And what if I want her to be my High Lady?” Eris stands, lips pulling back as he faces Rhys. “Perhaps she’d prefer to reside in a more respectable court than Night.”
That prompts both Azriel and Cassian to stand, growling and wings flaring. “You’re a piece of scum and she does not deserve to be tied to the likes of you,” Azriel responds, bitterness and anger dripping in his tone.
“Have you lost all your dignity?” Lucien shoots to his feet too, and Rhys follows suit.
They start yelling. And arguing. And every time you try to cut in, they ignore you.
So you conjure up something that should get their attention.
“Contraceptive brews!” you shout, throwing your arms in the air.
Sure enough, the males go silent, turning to look at you.
“Sit down.”
And they all do.
Like puppies taking a command.
“Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel and I have all agreed that the males take the contraceptive brews. I have a rigorous travel schedule that often includes random overnights in the woods or mountains while hunting or researching, so I don’t always have access to them,” you explain, gesturing to the Illyrians.
Eris raises a brow. “Wouldn’t it make sense for you to just carry it with you rather than all five of us taking—”
“Drink the brew or you don’t get it,” Cassian growls, making a lewd gesture.
“New rule. No more fighting. It’s overwhelming and stupid.” you announce, taking the ribbon out of your hair and putting it in the middle of the table. “This is the Talking Ribbon. When you want to talk, you must have the ribbon. Else you shut the fuck up.”
“That is your—”
“Rhys. Talking Ribbon.”
Rhys obediently takes the ribbon, then tries speaking again. “This is your favorite ribbon. I wouldn’t risk this being used… it could get torn.”
Lucien takes the ribbon gingerly, and then faces you. “Then we will not tear the ribbon. Right, everyone?”
The males all nod.
You sigh, and then gesture around the group. “My time will be spent as I please. Now, I think I’ve been here for as long as I need to, so you five can work out the details on your own.” You stand, and walk away from the table.
“Love,” Rhys calls after you. “Love, I think that maybe we would benefit from your presence—”
“I can’t always be your mediator. I have a Wyrm to hunt. Good night.”
And you leave the males to grumble amongst each other.
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Perfume shots
(AO3 LINK)
Pairing: Connor (RK800)/Female Reader
Word count: 5,636
Rating: Explicit ( 18+ )
Warnings: NSFW, oral sex, vaginal sex, slight overstimulation, breeding kink, some fluff etc
Summary: It's a late Friday night, and the infamous deviant hunter slash Android Detective from your criminal psychology lecture has been downing a blue drink all by himself at your local bar.
With some liquid courage, and a long list of easily seduced lovers to back you up, you've decided to set your aim on your ridiculously hot Android professor for the night.
It was really not that hard. You’d just have to walk up to the bar, pretend like he wasn’t there until after you ordered your drink, and when you conveniently did notice him then, you’d just be like, totally cool about it.
Oh, it’s you. The infamous android detective slash deviant hunter who gave a fantastic lecture about criminal psychology for my college class about five hours ago. What a crazy coincidence! Totally didn’t see you there, Mr Anderson.
Yeah, right.
You chugged the rest of your beer, setting the glass down on the table again a touch harder than necessary. Your friends were still trying to talk you out of making a move on your hot android professor with a list of good reasons, but you weren’t exactly the type to be stopped by something as boring as logic. Also, Connor wasn’t technically your professor. He was just traveling the country and giving lectures around different colleges. So, of course, you’d base all your stubborn determination on a technicality, because why wouldn’t you?
You’d been anything but shy during your time in college, but even though you’d effortlessly seduced several men just for the fun of it, this felt completely different. There was an obvious power dynamic with Connor that thrilled you more than you’d liked to admit. He was older and smarter, and whether you liked it or not, he had taken the similar role of a professor that made this just as inappropriate as you denied it to be. Not just any professor though: an infamous fucking android with thirty years of detective work to back up that annoyingly handsome face of his. You’d never slept with an android before, but even with that charming face and his distracting hands to give you an idea or two, you began to wonder about the rest of his anatomy.
This would either be the worst decision of your life, or the best fuck it impulse to ever win this silent battle inside you, because you’d decided that you were really doing this. You would walk up to the android like you hadn’t thirsted over him like a horny teenager with an embarrassing crush on their hot teacher. And if you were really lucky, Connor wouldn’t even know that you’d been in his class at all. Maybe he’d just take you home and fuck you like any other one night stand coming his way. If he was equipped for that at all, that is.
A girl could dream.
He’d been making polite small talk with the bartender all night, and while you sat in a booth with two of your discouraging friends in the dimly lit bar, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. And how could you? Connor was like something out of a really mysterious, sexy, dream. He sat all by himself with his head hanging low, wearing the same suit you’d seen him in earlier at his lecture while he drank something that you guessed was the android equivalent to booze. There was a subtle but appealing contrast to the put together look from earlier, though. He was looking a touch disheveled and messy with his tie loose around his neck and his hair sticking out in a way that looked like he’d ran his hand through it. He had. You knew because you’d been observing him since the moment he walked into the bar. You’d definitely not missed the melancholy of him, either. Connor was brooding in a way that would be incredibly easy to miss if you only payed attention to his polite personality.
For some reason, he was even more appealing and interesting to look at now, and it certainly didn’t help that the spotlights focused on him over the bar counter. It was like God, or the devil, was pointing at him. Telling you to walk up to him.
And so help you god, you finally did.
You’d only had two beers, but it was enough to make you ignore your two friends whisper screaming at you to sit down as you not-so-smoothly slid out of their weak grasps and the booth to walk up to the bar counter. Connor didn’t pay you any mind at first, and you tried to match his nonchalance. Your arms crossed over your chest as you leaned in over the counter to order two jäger shots from the bartender, and just like you’d planned earlier, you only glanced over at him after you’d ordered. He was definitely looking at you then, but just long enough for it to be perfectly casual. He was back to sipping his bright blue drink when your tipsy brain decided that it was the perfect ice breaker.
“ That’s an interesting drink, ” you pointed out, glancing between him and the blue liquid.
Connor glanced at you.
“ I could say the same about your order, ” he quipped.
Fucking hell, his voice alone was enough to make you feel hot all over.
“ You’ve tried jäger? ” you asked, curious how he knew anything about human flavors at all.
“ No, ” he admitted, “ Although, humans have described it as drinking perfume, if that’s anything to go by. ”
You couldn’t help but to smile when he smirked, his brown orbs glancing at you from the corner of his eye. It was enough to have you feeling a touch bolder than was probably good for you. Connor definitely knew something about perfume, though, because his cologne was just another thing that filled your head with all sorts of inappropriate thoughts.
“ And how would you describe that… blue thing? ” you nodded at his drink.
“ It’s mostly just thirium, ” he twirled it around, reminding you once again how easy it was to lose yourself to the satisfying sound of his voice. It was almost like it was designed to captivate you regardless of what he was talking about. So, of course, you wanted to hear more.
“ Mostly? ” you echoed, raising a brow at him. The bartender had already served you your shots, but by then you were too focused on Connor to manage anything more than a quick thanks. Luckily, he wasn’t too bothered by your dismissive attitude.
You took a seat on the bar stool, hoping it was smooth enough to seem like a perfectly casual move on your part. Connor was still glancing at you from the corner of his eye, and you couldn’t help but to capture his focus falling to your chest for the briefest second.
You never thought you’d ever say this, but thank god for push up bras.
“ You want to learn about android liquor? ” Connor asked, his tone indicating that he didn’t quite buy your interest in the chemistry of it. Although, he definitely seemed amused by it.
“ I’m curious, ” you admitted. “ We don’t exactly have a lot of androids in this town. ”
For some reason, your small confession was enough to halt him from downing more of his drink. You watched as he turned his head to properly study you for a moment, his LED a bright gold at his temple. It was hard not to squirm under his wandering gaze, something behind the optics in his eyes spinning and calculating until he finally came to a silent conclusion that set him back into the calm nonchalance from earlier. You didn’t realize that you’d been holding your breath until his focus was back on his drink again, and the mystery of what all of that meant was starting to eat at you.
He’d definitely just scanned you, and you had no idea if he could tell how bad you had it for him. Nonetheless, his LED was back to a calm blue, reflecting beautifully against his pale, freckled skin as he brought the glass to his lips.
“ You’re one of my students. ” he calmly called you out, downing the last of his drink.
Fuck.
Well, there goes plan A. Good thing failed plans never stopped you from going after what you wanted, though. You had the rest of the alphabet to go through.
You huffed more than sighed, turning in your seat to fully face him.
“ Okay, technically… ” you began, but Connor was already shaking his head a little, trying to hold back a smile from creeping up his lips.
“ You’re not my professor. ”
He hummed sarcastically.
“ You know very well how this looks. ” he calmly countered, although he didn’t sound upset with you at all. If anything, the way he was checking you out from the corner of his eye was more than enough to make you want him more than before.
“ Listen, Sir. There is nothing wrong about asking your not-professor about blue drinks. ” you lamely defended, twisting to reach for one of your perfume shots. You heard Connor let out a small chuckle, shaking his head with a crooked smile lingering on his lips. God gelp you, he was so fucking hot.
You’d never view jäger shots the same again. Even the taste would remind you of this ridiculously hot android detective who was blatantly calling you out for making a move on him. Should you be embarrassed about it? Probably. Were you embarrassed about it? Not the slightest.
“ How old are you? ” Connor asked, voice raspy and a little lower compared to earlier as he dragged his eyes over you again. It was all a recipe for disaster, really.
“ Twentythree. ” you casually responded, downing the second shot of jäger perfume with a slight grimace.
Fuck. He was right.
The next question was about your name, and you answered him just as nonchalantly.
“ Have you ever been with an android before? ” he asked, and suddenly the whole conversation felt like an interrogation. It was, by all means, just another thing that made you feel hot all over again. You couldn’t help but to watch him for a moment, admiring his sharp profile and the pale, freckled skin peeking out between the opened buttons of his white dress-shirt. The loose tie had been giving you a long list of ridiculously inappropriate thoughts for some time, but his question was what made you curious about the rest of his anatomy all over again.
“ No, ” you admitted, swallowing the small lump in your throat.
It was incredible how he’d managed to get you this worked up with just a few direct questions, but despite your racing heart and the hot flush spreading over your face, you didn’t want him to stop. You wanted him to fucking ruin you, and the dark, hungry tint in his eye told you he wanted that too.
“ So what makes you want to be with one now? ” he asked, and it was as much a fair question as it was suggestive. While your attraction for Connor was initially on a shallow level, there were more layers to him that drew you in. Apart from the fact that he was a perfect combination between calm and confident, he was also incredibly intelligent with years of work and life experience that made him admirable.
There was a lot to appreciate about his character, and it just made you curious to know more about him. You’d been missing out on an entire world during your time in this shitty small town, and Connor represented every exciting, forbidden thing that existed outside of your borders.
The fact that he was an older, smarter android detective in a position of power, just made you want him even more.
Connor had been patiently waiting for your answer to his question, and during that time you were distracted by the fact that he was closer to you now than he’d been at the start of this conversation. In the back of your head you wondered if your friends were watching you from the booth, and whether the attraction you felt between you was as obvious to them as it was to you.
“ I already told you, ” you finally said, watching his brown eyes narrow a touch.
“ I’m just curious. ”
Connor was silent for a moment, and when he exhaled, you wondered if you’d failed his little interrogation. He shifted in his seat, moving just enough to show you that you had his full attention.
“ What do you want to know? ” he asked, voice a touch lower.
You nibbled on your lip, taking a moment to think while he studied your face with a small linger of amusement in his eyes. Connor definitely knew what you wanted to know, but he was playing a game with you that you were more than determined to win.
“ Is it true that they only made one version of your model, Mr. Anderson? ” you asked, and Connor nodded in response.
“ Yes, ” he simply said, “ CyberLife built me thirty years ago as a state prototype. ”
“ How does that make you different from other androids? ” you couldn’t help but to ask.
Connor smiled, but there was almost something shy about the way he avoided your question. “ My purpose was to aid humans in investigations regarding deviants. ”
You gave him a look.
His answer was beyond vague, and his smile indicated that he knew that very well. Nonetheless, the way rolled his eyes let you know that he’d give you what you wanted.
“ For example, ” he continued, “ I can check samples from crime scenes in real time through my mouth. ”
Through his—
You raised your brows, blinking. “ You… eat evidence, Sir? ”
Connor’s eyes lingered on your face again, his own still carrying a faint smile. “ It’s more of a taste…” he said, sounding a touch distracted.
A hot shiver ran through your body, making you press your thighs together in a poor attempt to dampen the pulsing need you felt inside. You weren’t sure what to say, mouth slightly parted and cheeks warm for reasons that had nothing to do with those damn jäger shots. You couldn’t help but to stare at his perfect mouth, your mind wandering to places that made that need inside you even worse.
Connor had undoubtedly noticed the shift, because his warm eyes were darkening in a way that wasn’t subtle anymore. While you struggled to find the right words, he was leisurely leaning into your space, filling your head with his addictive cologne while his mouth barely brushed your ear:
“ Join me back to my hotel room, and I’ll show you. ”
***
Connor’s mouth and hands were on you as soon as you crossed the threshold, kissing you and exploring your body against the solid door pressing against your back. Unsurprisingly, he was a phenomenal kisser, and despite how quickly he’d been crowding you, it didn’t feel as overwhelming with his calm and controlled pace. It was impossible to ignore the interesting texture of his tongue when it licked into mouth, and you were surprised by just how much you liked the feeling of it. You let out a needy noise, the idea of feeling his tongue on other places making you shiver with anticipation.
Connor was just as patient when he kissed you, moving his lips against yours while his arms circled your waist to guide you towards his bed. You, in contrast, were not as calm and patient. Your fingers were in his hair and clothes, tugging and working in a struggle to undress him while you kicked off your shoes. By the time he parted from your lips, you’d managed to rid him off his jacket and unbuttoned his white dress shirt. His tie was still loose around his neck, and you decided to leave it as it was purely for the absolutely sinful look it gave him.
“ You sure you really want this? ” he murmured, peppering small kisses over your jaw and neck while you caught your breath.
“ Fuck, yes– ” you breathed, feeling so turned on you could actually scream.
“ Please, Sir. ”
You felt a shaky breath against your neck as he slowly guided your hands over the bare skin of his torso. The formal way of speaking must’ve really been working for him, because whatever complex mechanics that worked beneath the broad panel of his chest was suddenly whirring and buzzing eagerly under your hands.
“ Touch me, ” he ordered gently, “ Tell me how I feel. ”
The reality of it really struck you then. Connor was an android, a machine, and you were drawn to him in a very animal way that he technically shouldn’t be able to reciprocate. His deviancy was countering all of those technicalities with a constellation of ones and zeros that mimicked a biological need in his code, and you loved that. You loved that he wanted you despite what he was.
You took your time, drawing your fingers over his shoulders, chest and all the way down to his abdomen, feeling his synthetic muscles clench from the contact. His skin felt soft, but not like human skin, and when you pressed hard enough, you could feel the hard planes of the panels beneath the layer of silicone covering his chassis. It was equally as thrilling as it was intimidating to realize how much strength he carried beneath the synthetic layer of human skin. He was terrifyingly smart, built with the skills to hunt down his own kind, and yet, he had brought you back to his hotel room because he wanted to fuck you. That detail alone made you throb.
Connor’s gaze was focused on your face, his LED a flickering yellow in the dark room as he read and analyzed your expression.
“ You’re incredible…” you whispered, completely mesmerized by his complexity. You weren’t aware that your fingers were tracing the spot where his regulator was hiding beneath his skin, blindly drawn to the strange, magnetic buzz of electricity where it was the strongest.
Connor’s chest rose with a shaky breath, his engines eagerly whirring beneath your hands when he slowly ducked his mouth to your ear.
“ I can feel you, ” he whispered, voice soothing and calm in a way that made you relax in his arms. It didn’t distract you from the way he was guiding one of your hands lower, slipping it into his pants and underwear until you felt something hard and firm in your palm. Whatever questions you had about his anatomy were answered the moment you wrapped your fingers around his cock, and you couldn’t help but to curse quietly at how perfect he felt.
“ I can feel— ”
You’d begun to leisurely pump his cock when he spoke, and whatever Connor wanted to say was suddenly caught in his throat, or voice module, or whatever excellent replacement he had for it. You watched his mouth part, pink tongue just barely visible while his lidded eyes bore down at you like you’d suddenly turned into a target for him to hunt down.
“ Sit– ” he tried, taking a sharp breath through his nose when you experimentally dragged your thumb against the sensors under his cock. You smiled at his reaction, sloppily kissing his jawline while he took a moment to collect himself.
“ Sit on the bed. ” he finally instructed.
He had you right where he wanted you in seconds. You sat on the edge of the bed for him, and he kissed you in between each layer of clothing he helped peel off of you. You sank back, resting your weight on your elbows when you felt his hand dive between your legs, the other holding his weight up on the bed as he arched over you.
“ Now, be a good girl…” he murmured, “ and keep still for me. ” The feeling of his fingers gently stroking your clit was incredible, and it was more than enough to have you hot and squirming in no time despite his instructions. It shouldn’t have surprised you that he knew how to work you up like this. Connor’s experience had been evident from the second he kissed you, and it thrilled you even more to be at his mercy like this.
“ That’s it, ” he murmured, kissing your neck while you panted. “ You’re doing so well. ”
His fingers continued to draw slow, gentle shapes over your clit, only moving down to your entrance with the purpose to collect the wet slick he’d teased out of you, before it was back up again. You were moaning after a while, holding onto his tie while his fingers stroked you a little faster than before.
“ Mr. Anderson, ” you panted, peering up at him with a desperate frown. “ Please— please, I can’t… ” You were in a great need to have him inside you at that point, and you were certain that Connor knew that.
“ Can I use my mouth on you? ” He asked against your ear, and despite how his question took you off guard, you nodded without hesitation.
“ Yes, ”
With a crooked smile, Connor decided to place a gentle kiss on your lips before he moved from the bed. You were panting as you watched him kneel before you on the floor, eyes following as he propped one of your legs over his shoulder and dragged you closer by the hips.
“ Oh— ” A shiver rippled through you the second he put his mouth on you, and as soon as you felt that odd, familiar tongue lapping broadly over your core, you moaned for him. Connor had worked you up enough to make you incredibly sensitive, but you knew that wasn’t the only reason you were dangerously close to falling off the edge. His tongue had a life of its own, flexing and rippling against a spot that made your toes curl. It was almost enough to distract you from the way he was quietly pumping his cock with his other hand, trying to match each stroke with the rhythm of his tongue shamelessly thrusting into you.
The wet noises were loud enough to make you want to hide, but god, the way he sounded made you want to cum right there. Connor’s soft little moans and groans resulted in small vibrations that made you gasp, and you began to wonder if they were due to his hand on his cock, or simply a reaction to what he was doing to you. He seemed to catch on quickly, though, because the second his tongue pressed against your clit and started to vibrate, you were done for. You jolted from the sudden stimulation, but Connor held you down with a low growl. Whatever thought you’d had was quickly forgotten when he suddenly sealed his lips around your clit and heightened the intensity of the vibrations, finally pushing you over the edge with a loud cry.
You had no idea what happened in the moments that followed. The room was spinning around you for a while, and when you slowly came back to earth, your fingers were in his hair while Connor’s tongue still lazily buzzed against you.
You let out a small whine, squirming when the rough texture of his tongue was beginning to border on painful overstimulation. Luckily, Connor seemed to catch on, back from what seemed to be his own little trance as he retrieved his tongue and soothed your thighs with gentle strokes of his hands.
“ Did you like that? ” he asked once he’d crawled over you again, dipping his head to kiss and lick at your right nipple.
“ You like having an android fuck you with his mouth? ” he added, voice lowering to a filthy whisper. Android or not, you knew that no one on the planet could ever go down on you like he had.
“ Yes, ” you panted, trying to ignore how you practically pulsed for him. If that was what he could do with his mouth, you could only imagine how his cock would feel like.
“ Yes, what? ” he asked.
“ Y-Yes, Sir. ”
You felt him smile against your neck, his strong hands holding your hips and moving you further up on the bed.
“ Such a good girl… ” he praised again, and you felt your insides flutter with butterflies. Fuck, he was playing into your fantasy so well, you were starting to wonder if some part of him actually enjoyed having power over you. A human. A fragile little sack of meat and bones he could do anything to if he so wished.
You snapped back from your thoughts when you felt Connor position himself between your legs, mewling when he teasingly dragged the head of his cock through your wet folds.
“ Do you think you deserve this? ”
He tilted his head, and you observed how he lazily pumped his cock a few times before looking up at him again, the dark look in his eyes making you feel like a prey he wanted to hunt down.
“ You said that I was good, ” you tried lamely, distracted.
Connor smirked, eyes narrowing a touch in amusement.
Fuck. He was playing this a little too well.
“ Do you believe that? ” he asked.
You couldn’t help but to stare down at his cock again, biting your lip on a moan as he slowly slid the hard tip up and down your folds. Just like earlier at the bar, this came to feel like an interrogation. And this time, you were more than desperate to pass it.
“ I can be,” you panted, “ I can be anything you want, Detective. ”
Connor’s LED shifted to a bright red, and the sharp contrast from the blue immediately caught your attention.
He didn’t give you enough time to speculate on it, though, because one second he was whispering your name, and the next his mouth was on yours, kissing you in a desperate frenzy.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling him lifting your hips and pushing into you with a careful thrust that made you groan against his mouth. His cock was hard and hot, thrumming with the same, familiar electricity that you’d felt earlier as it dragged against your walls. The whirr and thrum of his engines were getting louder, and from the corner of your eye you could see Connor’s LED flickering back to yellow.
“ Fuck, ” he groaned, bracing a hand on the bed. You couldn’t help but to stare at him when he placed one of your legs over his shoulder, his hips rocking gently with the purpose to open you up while his eyes fixed on where you were joined. To think that this was the same, put together man who held a lecture for your class earlier was only making this feel way filthier than it was, and you weren’t ashamed to admit how much you loved it.
Connor was still wearing most of his clothes at that point, and you decided that you liked that too. You liked that you could pull him down by that damn tie that had been giving you endless ideas of how he could be fucking you just like this.
He picked up his pace after a while, going fast, hard and deep which was just what you needed. He was unbelievably hard, that low buzz of electric energy making your mind go blank as he reached spots you’d never felt before. You never expected him to feel like a human, and truthfully, he didn’t. The men you’d slept with had never felt this good, and they couldn’t move with the same rhythm and precision that Connor did, either.
“ You take me so well, ” he praised, fingers digging into your hips as he fucked you harder into the bed.
“ You’re so…” His voice was crackling with static at that point, more of those soft locks joining that stubborn curl over his forehead as he worked harder to fuck you. “ —so good for me. ”
You were shamelessly moaning for him at that point, grasping onto his tie for an anchor point when he leaned down to you again. The hotel bed had been creaking and moaning under you for a while, and the only reminder of it came when he silenced you with kisses. You realized that there was definitely something sexually wired to Connor’s tongue, because the moment it met yours, his hips went wild, and moans began to spill from his mouth like never before. It made you wonder if he could feel it, everything he was doing to you.
“ I’m gonna fill you up, ” he murmured against your mouth, and those words alone almost made you stumble over the edge.
“ Make you mine. ”
It was another technicality that separated him from a human, an animal, but it seemed to be working on you as much as it did for him. He was a machine fucking you like he wanted to get you pregnant, and the second you felt his fingers back on your clit, you knew you were done for. It was the repeated promise to pump you full of him through another sinful little murmur, that finally caused you to lose to the crashing wave of your climax.
“ Connor! ” you gasped, fingers clutching his shirt when you felt him twitch and release himself inside you with a groan.
“ Connor, oh my god—! ”
He was still going as he came, shaking and moaning as he emptied each ribbon and rope of whatever warm android cum consisted of, into you. For a second, you contemplated if he was planning to go for another round, because his hips were still going, pumping and pushing his release deeper into you like he couldn’t get enough while his LED glowed a bright red.
You were both panting by the time he finally came to slow down, but even then, Connor seemed very determined not to let his release spill out of you when he slowly withdrew. You couldn’t think clearly enough to understand whether he wanted to keep his sheets clean, or if he really meant what he’d said.
His fans and engines were gradually calming down, the cool air he dragged into his lungs aiding to turn down the heat that whirred inside him as his LED returned to a calm blue. You were no better under him, though: a sweaty, panting mess that just realized how informally she’d referred to him.
He had definitely noticed it sooner, because the way he’d fixed his eyes on you while he was panting was almost predatory.
“ What did you call me? ” he leaned down to you, face inches away from yours while you instinctively pressed your head back against the bed to create some more distance.
“ Sorry, I-I didn’t- ”
You weren’t prepared for the gentle hand that came down to stroke your cheek, the determined look in his eyes shifting into something soft and almost desperate.
“ No, please, ” Connor whispered, and you felt your heart swell at the sight and sound of him over you.
“ I want to hear you say it. ”
“ Connor… ” you whispered, and his lips lifted to a lopsided smile that warmed your insides. You weren’t sure why you liked the taste of his name in your mouth, but something about it felt so right with his encouragement.
“ Connor, ” He was softly trailing kisses over your face and neck when you said it again in a small mantra, like he wanted to reward you with love and affection for saying his name like that.
Some part of you was reminded of the odd sadness that lingered over him at the bar again, and you began to think. It was easy for your mind to wander and speculate when he held you, his gentle hands drawing soothing patterns over your skin while his head laid on your chest and listened to your heartbeats.
Did Connor feel…lonely?
It almost felt naive that you’d never considered the possibility. He had proven just how human he could be, and somehow you still managed to forget that he could feel sadness and loneliness, too. Did Connor’s brain work the same way as yours? Were there wires in place of what would be fragile nerves for you?
You shouldn’t have been surprised by how well he took care of you afterwards, washing you in the shower and murmuring sweet words in your hair as held your warm and content body under the covers. You’d been silent most of the time, thinking about him and why this didn’t feel like a normal one night stand. He peered at you like he knew what you were thinking, and even then his eyes were soft, like he was okay with you reflecting over him. Like it was your right to judge and filter your first experience with someone like him.
An android.
You came to the conclusion that this wasn’t just a normal one night stand for reasons beyond what he was. You had an immense urge to save him from the nasty aspects of humanity that came with his deviancy. You wanted to save him from the loneliness and the overwhelming nonsense of an overthinking man searching for a purpose in this world. Because that was his burden, wasn't it? Connor was brilliant and immortal, which gave him all the reasons to feel lost and lonely. It gave him all the advantages to desperately seek for a purpose in a world that would always shift and change while he remained the same. He was stuck in his own evil curse of wanting to learn and adapt and to reflect: a neverending feed of data that was the world around him.
I can be anything you want, Detective.
Maybe that was why he wanted you. Maybe your desire to please him made him fall into a healthy balance between man and machine.
Maybe.
One thing that you knew for sure, though, was that you wanted to meet him again. And when you found a small, handwritten note next to the cold bed you woke up in the next morning, you decided that you were finally going to leave this shitty town for good, and find him.
Find me again when you’re ready.
Until then, try to stay out of trouble…
-Connor
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That Type of Girl Part 1
Pairing: Dean x reader (Eventual), Sam x reader (Platonic)
Warnings: language, unrequited love, slight angst, some fluff
This is the first fic I have ever written, all mistakes are my own. Please be gentle on me!
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I had never been the type of girl that men would look at twice. I have always been on the heavy side of the scale. I have a big gut, small ass, and ok sized boobs. After struggling with my confidence for a better part of my life, when I hit my 20’s I stopped caring about what others thought of me. But I would still wear clothes a size or two too big. But I felt confident (for the most part). I didn’t give a rats ass what most people thought of me, which definitely helped when it came to hunting.
My life changed forever when I met the Winchesters. Sam was like the big brother I never had. Dean…well, that was a different story. Everything in me knew the moment I met him, that he was something special. The way he could make me laugh, make me smile, make me feel appreciated. No one had ever made me feel the things he did. But I knew he would never see me as more than a friend, and after some time I was ok with that. I knew a man like him would never even consider being with a girl like me.
“What ya thinking about Y/N?” said Sam. We were currently sitting in a roadside bar after we finished our most recent hunt. Of course Dean was busy flirting with some gorgeous blonde, leaving Sam and I to our own devices.
“Just thinking about what life would be like if we weren’t hunters.” I lied of course. I was thinking about why couldn’t I be the type of girl Dean would turn to for more than friendship. Something I thought about pretty frequently.
“Do you really want that type of life ?” Sam stated with a curious look on his face.
“Hell no, I’m not made for normal. Just always like to think about where I would be ya know? Would I be married, have 2.5 kids, and a full time job or would I be a crazy cat lady.” I giggled.
“Well considering you're allergic to cats you definitely would not be a crazy cat lady.” Sam was laughing.
“You’re right Sammy, guess there goes that day dream.” I said. I couldn’t stop watching Dean. I really needed to find something else to occupy my time.
“You know I see how you look at him.” Sam said.
“I don’t know what you mean Sammy.” I replied.
“Y/N you should tell him how you feel, you never know he may feel the same way.” Sam looked at me with an optimistic grin.
“Yeah right Sam, I’m going to the restroom then I’m heading out. You boys can stay and have some much deserved fun.” I got up to head towards the restroom, if only Sam knew how deep I was in.
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The following day after returning to the bunker the night before, I got up around 6:00 to make the boys breakfast. It was something I did every now and then, even though I made a pretty shitty cook. I rolled out of bed and put some shorts on. I had an old AC/DC shirt on (I didn’t bother wearing a bra since the shirt was baggy), threw my hair up in a messy bun and was ready to get to work. I made my way to the kitchen as quietly as I could. Evidently I tend to stomp when I walk in the bunker halls (according to Sam), so it is something I am trying to work on. I got the eggs and bacon out. Scrambled would have to be it for today because I don’t have the patience to try anything else. Sam made his way into the kitchen as I was finishing up with the bacon.
“Well good morning sunshine!” Sam sang.
“Damn Sammy can you keep it down somewhat, you know how I feel about being happy first thing in the morning.” I covered my ears.
“Oh yes so sorry grumpy pants” Sam laughed.
“I’m pretty sure you are like the only person I have ever seen to be so excited at 6:30 in the morning.” I finished putting some eggs on a plate for him.
“Well why are you up so early anyway? You made us breakfast?” Sam asked.
“Well yes you big giant, I did. I felt like doing something nice even if I am a grumpy pants.” I sat his plate down in front of him.
“Well I appreciate it and I’m sure Dean will too. Where is Dean?” Sam took a bite of his eggs.
“Pretty sure he is still sleeping, I’ll wake him up on my way to shower. How does it taste?” I asked.
“It is actually pretty good, way to go Y/N you have finally learned how to make eggs!” Sam was laughing. I enjoyed the teasing banter we had with one another, it made me happy that we didn’t always have to take things so seriously.
“Haha very funny, looks like now I will have to cook more often.” I stated as I walked out of the kitchen.
Heading down the hall I stopped at Dean’s room. I opened his door slightly, he was sprawled out over his bed snoring loudly. Blondie must have tired him out last night. I usually don’t like waking him up because he has such a hard time sleeping. Especially lately but I knew he would be pissed if he missed out on bacon. I made my way over to him.
“Dean” I whispered.
“Dean I made breakfast” I patted his shoulder.
He rolled over and opened his eyes. Looking at me in a way that almost made me blush.
“Hey sweetheart, what time is it?” he asked.
“7:00” I stated.
“Damn I actually slept in some, that was amazing.”
I’m sure it was, I stated to myself. Damn my jealousy.
“Well I just wanted to let you know there is eggs and bacon, Sam said that I actually learned how to make eggs so guess that means they are good this time. I laughed. “ I’m gonna take a quick shower then I will meet you back out there” I said.
“You had me at bacon” he got up and stretched.
“Well good morning sleeping beauty” stated Sam.
“God it smells amazing in here” Dean said with a grin.
Dean loaded up a plate with tons of bacon and a few scoops of eggs.
“Damn this is awesome” Dean moaned.
“Would you like me to give you some alone time with that?” Sam laughed.
“Sammy, she seriously knows how to make my damn morning. This bacon might be the best I have ever eaten.”
“Well she has been up since 6 working on it so I’m glad you are enjoying it.” Sam was reading something on his laptop now.
“What would we do without her?” Dean wondered aloud.
“What would we do without who?” I stated as I made my way back into the kitchen. I had taken a quick shower and changed into jeans and a flannel. Baggy of course. I never wore tight fitting shirts. My hair was still a little wet but I wanted to make sure the boys were taken care of before I moved on with my routine.
“You sweetheart, you are seriously too good to us.” Dean stated, staring at me.
I blushed, “Well I would do anything to make your guys day a little better.” Sam looked at me with a knowing look, please dear lord do not let him say anything.
Sam continued reading something on his laptop without saying a word.
“Well I’m gonna head to the library to check out this book I need, do you guys need anything?” asked Sam.
“I’m good, thank you though Sammy.” I stated.
“Unless you are stopping at the store, in that case we need pie.” Dean said while stuffing his face with more bacon.
“Of course Dean, I will make sure to get your precious pie.” Sam said while laughing.
With Sam gone, I struggled to find something to say to Dean but the silence was killing me.
“What time did you guys end up coming home last night?” I asked. I really didn’t want to know but yet I needed to.
“Uh not too long after you, it was kinda a bust.” stated Dean.
“What happened to Blondie?” I asked without even thinking.
Dean looked up at me, “She was talking my ear off about her ex. I told her if she couldn’t stop thinking about him then she probably needed to talk it out with him.”
Good I thought to myself, I knew he deserved a good time but I am glad he struck out. I really need to stop thinking like this.
“Well I am sure you will have better luck next time” I said with a smile. It took everything in me to muster that up.
“Nah next time we need to work on finding someone for you.” Dean stated.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Well I know it's been awhile since you have found a guy for you, so I figured I could help you look.” Dean said with a shrug.
Did he seriously think I wanted to find someone? I really was not the love them and leave them type. I tended to get too attached. So I just took care of things on my own. Plus it was hard to find someone to spend the night with when you are desperately in love with someone else.
“I’m really not interested Dean. I would rather just drink and make a fool of myself.” I laughed.
“Come on Y/N, I’m sure you could use a night of romance or whatever you want to call it” Dean looked at me.
Anytime I had even considered taking a guy home they would make comments about my body. Which usually ended with my fist bleeding and the guy laying on the bar floor.
“Dean, do you seriously not remember the last time I looked for a guy, he ended up calling me a fat bitch and I knocked his lights out.” I picked at my nails. I couldn’t look at his face right now.
“Yes I remember, that was just one shitty guy. I have faith we can find a good one.” Dean got up to clear his plate.
The one guy I want doesn’t want me so I really don’t want to try to find another one. I will just end up with my feelings hurt and my confidence wounded. It’s not worth it to me.
“I appreciate the offer truly, but I don’t want a night of romance. I just want to spend a night with my two best friends. That’s it. Can we please drop it?” I got up to start working on the dishes.
“If that is what you want Y/N.” Dean looked at me softly. “I will get them sweetheart, the least I can do since you cooked.” Dean started working on the dishes.
"Thanks" I said. "I'm gonna go finish fixing my hair." I made my way out of the kitchen as fast as I could. I wish he could understand how I felt, but this is one area in which Dean and I are very different.
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TBB S3E7:
TBB S3E7:
There's the Teth trailer shot.
Ahhh, Mr. Assassin's looking a bit worse for wear.
Ayyy, escape route!
Lmaooo, Rex relying on Echo for backup, as if our guy's not booked on getting Gregor. Really does have a full schedule, doesn't he?
Glad to see that Wolffe's still in there. And being his usual self.
Ooh, the assassin's got no comms.
LMAO, the assassin just fucking jumped down there, like, "hey, I'm not letting you finish what I was told to do."
Rex, your flashlight 😭
SMART MOVE, CROSS.
They're gonna get shot down, aren't they.
"Don't worry, she only bites half of the time." 🤣
Yepppppp, and there's that. Saw that one coming. No way it was that easy.
Me trying to decide if it's Rex or the Batch that has a habit of crashing, or whether it's just them being together:
Wolffe really does hate the assassin right about now. Which, fair, he's literally doing things the exact opposite of them. That would be annoying for anybody.
"You're as bad as Hunter." / "Oh, I'm much worse." LMAO. Cross is in full dad mode and fully aware of it, and now he's turned it into a whole thing. I love him. These boys can't not compete about anything.
Howzer reluctantly admitting that this Crosshair is different from the Crosshair that he blames for getting his squad killed. 👏
"The operative's gone rogue." Saw that coming, too. I want to say it's further confirmation toward it being Tech, but that voice was definitely a modulated reg's.
Wolffe, your team sucks.
Nemeccccc 😭
"I'll draw his fire. Get to the rendezvous." Brainwashed sniper vs malfunctioning sniper 😬
WHOA, WHAT THE HELL.
LOOK, I KNEW THIS SEEMED LIKE A BIT OF A SACRIFICE PLAY, BUT I WAS NOT EXPECTING HIM TO THROW THEM INTO THE FUCKING WATERFALL.
Oh, thank god, he survived that. We're still short a couple of Cross trailer shots.
Howzer saving Cross from going over the second waterfall and actually drowning (holy fuck, a drowning attempt in Star Wars) despite his reservations toward him. 😭
"Wolffe?" / "Rex?" Ayyy, mutual shock.
Wolffe just putting his blasters away and going, "I thought you were dead." 😭
WOLFFE, FAIR TRIALS DON'T EXIST FOR CLONES IN THE EMPIRE.
"As your brother, I'm asking you to do the right thing." 😭
TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH, ECHO.
Ayyy, Wolffe telling the men to stand down because he can see the truth in Rex's words, and he can't keep going forward without at least looking into it.
"But, sir, they're traitors." / "Perhaps. But they're clones. We owe them that." The way they all just accept to respect their fellow clones despite the sides of the newfound war they're in 😭
THE ASSASSIN LIVED. HE'S GOT PLOT ARMOR. TECH, IS THAT YOU.
"Rex, you can't win this fight. The Empire is too strong." 😭
Dark-toned Omega theme.
Fuckkk, I want to watch another episode. Is it next week yet.
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What your favourite Bad Batcher says about you!
Not to be taken seriously, just a few traits I’ve picked up in people, based on who their favourite Bad Batcher is. Gender-neutral!
Hunter - You are a fan of one of these things, if not both: rough and rugged men who come across as dominant, but are actually submissive, OR sad little wet dogs. You know those 'sponsor an animal today!' adverts, and they show you all the animals with their sad lil' eyes gawking at the camera? Yeah, that's Hunter. You probably have a comfort item of some kind - a teddy, blankey, pillow, etc - and heaven forbid you ever wash that thing. They're fragile, okay?! Holding hands is one of your favourite forms of affection, along with head massages, and words of affirmation. You big, sappy baby.
Tech - Nerrrrd. No seriously, you've got to be a geek of some sort. That, or you're the total opposite to him. A goth, perhaps? Maybe you like Tech because he reminds you of your dorky high school days when you were bullied for your basic interests. On a brighter note, Tech fans are always sweet and kind, straightforward, possibly a little... autistic. You probably own a fidget item of some kind, and you love 'floor time.' Oh, and one of your favourite things on a man are their thighs - perfect cushions!
Wrecker - You're 100% an angel, alright?! I've never met a Wrecker fan who isn't the sweetest soul to ever grace this earth. You're probably not into the gym - if anything, you prefer food, and you're more than happy with your size and figure. You always have that one jacket that you wear, despite having a wardrobe full of others. Bright colours are your favourite because they're positive, and who doesn't want to be surrounded by bright and happy colours? You probably also own that Lula plush too, or you've made your own. Crafty lil' nerd.
Echo - Either you drink wine, or gin. Or you don't drink at all. There's no middle ground here. You definitely sleep in a bed full of blankets and pillows, only to push them off during the night because you're too damn hot! Cuddles are a very comforting thing to you, and one of your favourite forms of love language. You're either incredible at maths, or shit. Overall, you're soft and tender, but damn, you can bark when you really want to, and Maker forbid that anybody ever feels your bite!!
Crosshair - Okay, but... you don't have daddy issues, that's the thing. Everybody assumes that because you're a little edgy, when in reality, your trauma stimulates from elsewhere. Childhood bullying, perhaps? You know how everybody is either a black cat, or a golden retriever? Yeah, you're a black cat, but that doesn't mean you prefer solitude. You don't let just anyone into your circle - trust is a big thing, and it takes a long time to build up with you. However, when someone gets through, they find out that you're just a big sappy baby. A big sappy baby who prefers to be the little spoon.
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☆《True Power. (Yanqing x HoT!Reader)》☆
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A/N: This is another request from the dear Yanqing Anon again! I thank them very much for this brilliant idea and hope, that this is good enough!<33
Summary: You are the Herrscher of thunder, that somehow found herself in the hsr world. You were taken in by Jing Yuan and eventually got together with Yanqing during it. You never had any reason to show off the extent of your powers... until you did.
Content: some angst, established relationship, Herrscher reader and her pet dragon, fluff, mentions of violence/fighting, sfw
Reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns!
((Not fully proofread, sorry for any mistakes!))
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The day started out like all days did.
You woke up, got dressed and met your master and boyfriend in the dining room for some breakfast, before everyone had to leave for another long work day. You peacefully ate your bread, listening into the conversation the two men were having. Yanqing sat next to you, his hand holding onto your thigh absently, as he excitedly talked to Jing Yuan about his most recent sword addition in his collection.
You smiled, happy to see your boyfriend in such good spirits as usual. But that unfortunately didn't last long, when the news of a Mara-struck outbreak came in, making you three hastily make your way to the generals main office so Jing Yuan could assess the situation better. The entire ship was in pure chaos, guards running around to evacuate citizens, whilst researchers ran around gathering their research.
You quickly trailed after Yanqing, his hand tightly holding onto yours protectively. "Stay close." He said to you, his eyes focused on his surroundings in case of a monster suddenly appearing. You just nodded, knowing that you'd be safe anyways. Not only because of Yanqing, but also because of the little secret you kept about your existence.
You don't know how you did it, but one day, you just suddenly woke up on the Xianzhou Luofu, in a completely different world and timeline from your original one. You were the Herrscher of Thunder and extremely powerful at that. When you met Jing Yuan and Yanqing, you tried vaguely explaining to them what you were and whilst they didn't fully understand it, they knew it had to be kept a secret, in case someone dangerous tries using you for their own gain.
And so, you were taken in by the general and instructed to not use your abilities, unless absolutely necessary. You didn't mind, as you never had a reason to use them anymore here anyways... but you had a feeling, that that may change sooner than you thought.
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Eventually, you found yourself outside of the realm keeping commission with your boyfriend, patiently waiting on further orders on the situation. "... Are you worried, that the outbreak might spread further?" You quietly ask Yanqing, sitting down on some steps. "Hm, not really at the moment... but we should be aware of the dangers and possibilities... we can't let our guard down." He said thoughtfully, seemingly trying to also comfort you a little. But it was hard, when things were so uncertain and chaotic. The commission was scrambling to get everything under control and with the escape of a certain stellaron hunter, things were just getting worse and worse.
You nodded your head, about to say something else, when someone suddenly tapped your shoulder. "Uhm hey! Sorry to bother you... but is the commission somewhere nearby? We're kind of lost." A pink haired girl said to you nearly nervously, pointing at the older man and grey haired girl behind her with a defeated smile. Yanqing glanced at the three, noting that they were definitely foreigners. "Ah actually, it's right behind us." You say politely, making the girl blush in embarrassment.
"Oh... oops, so we were close after all, haha...!" She laughed, making the older man shake his head with a sigh. He looked over at you and stopped for a moment, his eyes narrowing. "... Are you perhaps apart of the commission?" He asked, making Yanqing quickly answer for you. "Not directly! I'm a lieutenant of the cloud knights and Retainer to general Jing Yuan. My girlfriend over here is my assistant." He clarified, guessing that the foreigners were asked to come here by someone on the ship.
You quickly found out more about the three guests after some quick mutual introductions. It was your first time hearing of the Astral Express and it intrigued you. Though Welt seemed oddly suspicious of you for some reason... you couldn't dwell on it much though, when a guard suddenly approached you in panic.
Turns out, that your worries and fears had come true. There was a mob of strong Mara-struck nearing the Exalting Santum and quickly at that. "I'll handle it. Report this to the generals immideatly." Yanqing said sternly to the guard, before turning to you and the trio behind you. "You should stay here-" "-I'm coming with you, whether you like it or not." You cut him off, stubbornly crossing your arms. "We'll join in too!" March said determinedly, as the other two deadpanned lightly at being dragged into this, yet decided to just agree and go along with it.
Yanqing stared at you four for a moment, before sighing in pure defeat. There was no time to argue back.
"Very well... but stay close and get ready for a tough fight. I have a feeling, that this won't go smoothly..."
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And Yanqing was unfortunately right.
The Mara-struck were much stronger than you had anticipated and it was beginning to become impossible to keep them back. They were constantly regenerating their life energy and it was wearing you all out. You realised, that the only way to end this, was by using your abilities. And Welt seemed to think the same.
"I know what you are... do it and I'll have your back." The older man hummed, as he pushed up his glasses and gripped his cane. You sighed, before nodding and stepping infront of everyone. "(Y/N), stay back! What are you-" "-It's okay, I'll handle it." You said determinedly and in a flash, you took on your form as the Herrscher of thunder.
You opened your eyes, squinting a little in discomfort from how unfamiliar this felt. It's been a long time, since you've actually used your abilities like this. But you knew, that not even your sword could help much in this situation, which meant that you'll also have to call on some backup. You hoped, that your dear old "pet" still listened to you, after so long.
Most of your companions were staring at you in complete awe, never having seen someone like you before. Especially Yanqing, who's eyes trailed over the Blade in excitement. He didn't know, that you possessed it and now that he did, he'll definitely ask you to let him look at it closer later. But for now, he was intrigued to see how your abilities worked.
You crossed your arms infront of your chest, as your large mechanical arms swung down with the massive Katana and cut several monsters in half. It was much more effective, but even with your katana slashing through several enemies, there were still too many coming in. Deciding that it was time to call in your backup, you closed your eyes and focused on summoning your dragon ally.
The ground began shaking, the sky split in half, the clouds turning dark and black, as thunder roared through the sky. And much to your delight, your dear dragon Kurikara had indeed heard you and has come to the rescue. You smiled, as you looked up at it approaching you through a portal in the sky, practically racing to your aid loyally. It gave you an ache in your heart, remembering your old world always did that to you.
But you shook the emotions away, as Kurikara landed infront of you. "W-woah! Is that a new fragmentum monster or something?!" March yelled in slight fear, as the others got ready for a seemingly much stronger "enemy" now. Welt just hummed, recognising the dragon with ease, yet he said nothing. You'd explain everything on due time.
Yanqing frowned, stepping forward to protect you, as he gripped his sword in his hand. Yet he was stopped by Stelle, who was telling him to wait it out to see what happens. And he was glad he did, when you mounted Kurikara in the next moment and flew up into the dark sky. You looked down at the monsters with confidence, a small smile gracing your face.
"Let's do this, Kurikara. Like old times." You said and so the dragon unhinged it's large mouth and shot a laser beam right down onto your enemies. They were pulverised in an instant and those that did survive it, quickly retreated in fear of being next, which successfully eliminated the threat. You chuckled, your hand reaching down to pat the dragon absently.
It was nice, to feel this strong again.
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"Sooo... you have a pet dragon? That's super cool!" March gasped in excitement, as she patted the dragon happily with your permission. You hummed and nodded, having explained that your dear companion was indeed no threat and in fact a friend of yours. Stelle decided not to question it, whilst Welt gave you a knowing look, that confirmed to you, that he knew more than he let on.
But if he didn't mention it, then you wouldn't either.
Yanqing on the otherhand just took your hands in his with sparkling eyes. He was unbearably proud of having you as a lover and was absolutely honoured too. "Thank you for stopping the threat, my crane... but I do have a request..." He trailed off and you couldn't help but smile at that. You knew what he wanted. "Once we get back and report to the general, I'll let you have a look at my blade." You promised him gently, smiling at the excited look he gave you. He pulled your hands to his lips and kissed them softly, his eyes radiating with warmth, as the sky returned back to normal, an orange hue enveloping you all.
"I love you." "I love you too, Yanqing."
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A/N: I hope this was okay and not all over the place or confusing! Thank you again dear Yanqing Anon for the request!<33
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Hi! I’m not sure if you’re accepting requests at the moment so if you’re not feel free to disregard this haha but I read your post about the bad batch telling their brothers that they’re dating someone and I was wondering if you’d be willing to do a drabble? One shot? I’m not sure of the term but like a mini fanfic of Hunter introducing his s/o to his brothers? Hope you’re having an awesome day!
Aloha!
Sure. Let me see what I can do for you 😊
I'm a nervous bean in cases like this, so I took the nervous approach, hope that's alright.
Hunter x Reader One-Shot - Introductions
Mostly Fluff
Today is the day you are supposed to meet Hunter's brothers. You are a little nervous. You don't know why exactly you are so nervous, but according to Hunter, you have nothing to worry about. But he talks so much about his brothers that you're sure Hunter cares a lot about his brothers' judgment. Of course, you want to make a good impression and hope you get along well with each of them.
The two of you are on your way to the Marauder when Hunter looks at you and says gently but reprovingly, "Sweetie, would you please relax. We're not on our way to a tribunal, you're just getting to know my brothers today."
You sigh softly, smile apologetically and say, "I can't help it, I just want to make a good impression and I don't know if I can"
Hunter laughs softly.
"Of course you can, I'm sure you can".
You look into his striking handsome face, the smile on his lips adorable as always. You sigh softly, dreamily. You love this man so much, right now you can't imagine anything worse than being rejected by his family.
His expression becomes gentle. He strokes your cheek with one finger and says, "They'll like you, I'm sure of it. Except Crosshair, maybe, but you can't take that too seriously. Crosshair hardly likes anyone and even if he does, he never admits it."
You blink nervously. He has warned you about Crosshair before.
Hunter sees your look and adds, "He's not a bad person, just very introverted. But I bet even you can thaw him out after a while."
The Marauder approaches, and you already see two of them outside working on the ship. At first glance, you guess, from what Hunter has told you, that they are Tech and Echo.
You see a couple of benches and a camping table standing outside on the landing pad, and upon closer inspection, you notice the two men are not working on the ship, but setting up some sort of homemade grill.
The tallest of them looks up first and spots you.
"Oh, you're here already. We were expecting to have a little more time to get set up"
Tech straightens up, and his lean figure is even taller than you expected. Behind the yellow lenses of his goggles, two large amber eyes gaze at you. Not sure how to greet him, you shyly raise your hand to wave.
At first, his brows twitch upward, and he tilts his head to the side barely noticeably, but then he returns the gesture with a small, "Hello."
You know right away you like this one, he seems so calm and gentle. The other one, Echo, on the other hand, seems a bit snappier, more military, but definitely polite.
"Miss," he says politely, nodding at you and smiling barely noticeably, "Pleased to meet you."
"The feeling is mutual"
Tech eyes you unabashedly and says matter-of-factly, "You seem nervous. Is something wrong?"
At first, you don't know what to say, but Hunter steps in for you and takes the weight off your shoulders, "She's a little nervous about meeting you all today"
Echo laughs softly, "Well there's no reason to be, we're all very affable and, if I may be so bold as to presume, open and easy going. With the possible exception of Crosshair."
You chuckle nervously and say, "Yeah, I've heard something like that".
Tech makes the last few adjustments and finally the grill is up.
"You guys didn't go to all this trouble just for me, I hope" you say sheepishly.
Tech answers you, "Well, yes and no. Being together like this is something we rarely enjoy, and we take advantage of the opportunity"
Hunter asks, "Is Rex here yet?"
"Rex?" you ask, surprised, because you haven't heard that name before.
"A clone brother who is not directly part of the squad. He'll come later," Tech explains.
Just now the nervousness had subsided a bit, now it sets in again.
You feel Hunter's hand on your back.
"Easy, love. It's all good."
You smile nervously as you see the scrutinizing looks of Tech and Echo watching this small gesture.
Echo explains, "Rex is a very good friend, a close brother of mine. It was through him that I eventually ended up on this squad."
You nod and say, "I'm excited to meet him."
"Hey Hunter!"
Calls a voice rumbling behind you. You turn around, and you see, the giant that clearly must be Wrecker. Next to him, you see the tall, lean one with the serious face, a toothpick between his lips, whose grumpy look, tattoo aside, clearly looks like Crosshair to you. Wrecker is carrying a huge backpack that also seems to be full of stuff. He comes closer beams at you, leans down a little and says cheerfully, "Hey you, heard a lot about you! Nice to meet you!"
His grin is infectious, and you grin back.
"Nice to meet you too, Wrecker."
He reaches out his hand and yours disappears into it for a moment. His handshake is very gentle, contrary to your expectations.
Then your eyes fall on Crosshair, for a moment he looks as rigid as if he were set in stone. Then the toothpick in his mouth moves from one corner of his mouth to the other, and he hums, barely audible, "Hello."
You say quietly, nervous again, "Hello"
You'd like to say more to him, a few pleasantries, but you get the distinct feeling Crosshair doesn't want you to, so you leave it at hello.
Hunter has a hand on your shoulder, or your back, the whole time, always close by, as if he's giving you silent backing, mental support, because he senses exactly how unsettled you are.
He never leaves you alone for long, always stays in sight when he has to do something or helps his brothers with the rest of the preparations, so you can see him. Occasionally he flashes you his adorable smile and makes your heart beat faster.
Gradually, the nervousness subsides as you all sit together and the food sizzles on the grill, the air filling with the delicious smell of grilled goods. Wrecker cracks a few jokes, the men joke with you as well as with each other, and you take part in this togetherness with fascination.
Corellian ale is flowing, but you keep thankfully refusing, the brew is not quite to your taste.
As expected, Crosshair is rather reserved and quiet, but to your surprise he unexpectedly offers you a glass of delicious cherry wine instead of the ale the men drink, saying, "That's probably more to your taste".
You thank him, but he is already back at his place, leaving bottle and glass at your place.
Since then, however, he has not said a word to you.
By the time Rex shows up, you're so relaxed in this round that even his arrival doesn't throw you off your game. Rex greets you politely. He has the same, somewhat stiff, military manner as Echo at first, but after a while he also thaws out a bit and joins in the jokes of the others. However, he keeps calling you "Miss" instead of by your first name, as the others have come to do.
Hunter has put an arm around your waist and is hugging you gently. He's really happy about this evening, about how great you are with everyone. You really like his brothers, they all have their characteristics and each one of them is special. Wrecker snaps you out of your thoughts as he stands up, raises his glass and says, "Let's have a toast, to a new member of our quirky little family."
Touched, you raise your glass, heart beating joyfully, and toast each one. Crosshair rolls his eyes briefly, but toasts with you as well.
Hunter leans in to your ear and whispers, "See, no need to be nervous," before kissing your temple.
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uwaaaa, thank you sm for doing my stellaron hunter!reader with the ranpo personality req <3
following the previous req, it'd be interesting to see the reader outsmart them since 'm sure they characters are not used to being outsmarted ! i.e. jing yuan and reader could be playing starchess and even with him known for stealing the pieces, reader ends up still winning somehow :0
it'd also be interesting to see sampo get a taste of his own medicine for once :^ and they're all smug about it too, they'd especially rub in the fact they've tricked him somehow.
maybe even include how they adore the praise when being tasked with something difficult by elio yet they succeed? (if they don't get the praise they start huffing and sighing more than usual heh)
the same characters from the previous req + sampo please !! cunning characters with a cunning reader ^^
thank you once more for the entertaining reads ! i especially enjoyed the chef!reader, it was funny hehe. i hope your day has been wonderful so far !
oh and ! if you take emoji anons, could i request to be known as 🍰 anon ? if not emoji's then being addressed as strawberry anon is fine !
Yes I will happily welcome you officially as 🍰 anon!!Thank you!
Ooooh what a fun idea, I love it!
You’re so kind, thank you so much, I’m glad you liked the chef!reader haha it was fun to write!
Also thank you for submitting ideas such as the starchess and Elio thing, genuinely makes it easier for me to write when you guys give me specifics like that!
-Honkai Star Rail men with a cunning Stellaron Hunter!reader-
Jing Yuan: Once your relationship becomes official, he enjoys spending quiet time with you, such as whiling away the time in the gardens (that he snuck you into) playing board games.
Jing Yuan isn’t used to losing at starchess.
Yes, he’ll cheat at starchess even when he’s playing against you. You’re definitely aware he steals pieces when he plays with you.
But that’s okay.
It’s an added challenge. The look on his face when you got a checkmate on him…priceless. He was knocked off his balance, that’s for sure.
“Now may I have my pieces back?” you ask, holding your hand out to him smugly, and you realize the sheer Amount of pieces he stole when he returns them to you. You beat him with nearly Half your pieces missing.
Blade: Blade isn’t really…good at giving you the praise you’re looking for after you complete a difficult mission from Elio. It makes you kinda pouty.
But he tries anyways.
Quick to give you a simple: “good job, welcome back,” but that’s about the extent of it. And Kafka and Silver Wolf don’t exactly hand you out praises either. Ah well, at least he tries to keep you happy. He’s a good boyfriend that way. And he really does respect your cunningness, you ARE super clever and you deserve more praise for it. He wishes he was better at it for your sake.
Dan Heng: definitely isn’t used to being outsmarted, but then you came along, and you were even able to beat him in a fight using your brains rather than your brawn.
He knows he shouldn’t fall for you. But wow, you’re incredible. You’ve been in a relationship for a while when the second time you outsmart him comes around.
You’re sent on a mission from Elio. To steal something from the Archives of the Astral Express. Easy enough to do given how personal you know Dan Heng.
Oh you do feel a bit…bad betraying him. But he never catches you, and if he ever does figure out it was you, you have a feeling you can get him to forgive you.
Sampo Koski: is sly, clever…and definitely not used to being outsmarted, until you come into his life. He was happy to start a romantic relationship with you, but goodness you’re almost too smart for him.
The first time you outsmarted him was when he tried to engage in his first shady business deal behind your back. You met him at the agreed upon meeting spot. He was Shocked, to say the least, you shouldn’t have known what he was doing, where he would be, or the fact that he always showed up 15 minutes early, just to be safe.
But there you were!
You said you didn’t care if he engaged in shady business deals, but he should at least tell you. And you kissed his cheek and left him alone after that. Leaving him standing there, completely dumbfounded that you could read him like a book.
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Hey, I humbly ask for the bad batch x femreader (separately) who has muscles? Like she's super insecure about them because she feels like she can't wear anything nice because she looks to bulky?
Fluff or smut it's up to you!
❤️
Ooohhh that’s a cool ask. I’ve never really had toned muscles so this was a challenge to do in a sense that I don’t have those insecurities about my body. Hopefully for those badasses who do, I didn’t completely fumble this ask.
Insecurities Get Us All, Just Thought You Should Know
Pairing: The Bad Batch x Female Reader
Words: all together is 3.8k
Warnings: 18+, implications to sexy times, Crosshair’s is spicy, insecurity, female reader, talks about how women should be soft and feminine for male pleasure, ugh, our boys will step on those men
A/N: unfortunately after spending two days thinking about how to do Echo’s part, I gave up. He will be missed. Crosshairs part is maybe (?) a little rough around the edges but I really struggle with his character. Tech loses the ability to speak with big words because you know, women with muscles leave us speechless. Dividers by @saradika
WRECKER
You stare at the dress in your hand – if you can even call it such – and wonder if you could get away with murder; more specifically the murder of one trandoshan.
While you tend to hate the missions she sends you and the Batch on, this one definitely is on top of the hatred list. You turn the dress around, eyes taking in all the straps that make up a complicated crisscross pattern, a poor excuse for a back. The dress is floor length, more elegant than daring, looser than fitting but it’s sleeveless.
It’s not ugly, the deep shade of purple is stunning to be honest. It’s just that, well it highlights the part of yourself that you keep hidden under baggy clothes. Your arms have always been an issue for you. Out of all the boys only Hunter and Wrecker’s arms are bigger than yours. The former just barely.
You were admittedly scared at first when the boys saw your bare arms. You had expected them to judge you, make fun of you, but instead they asked about your workout routine. It mostly involves saving their asses and a hundred pushups before bed.
They let you feel free to unapologetically be yourself, muscles and all. But this isn’t a hot afternoon or a Sunday swim. This is a stupid mission to a sneezy cantina.
A knock at the ‘fresher door startled you. Cid had allowed you to use her private fresher to change. The only people who’d be knocking is her, Omega, or the boys.
“One second.” You call out realising that you’re still standing naked in the room save for your undergarments.
You get to work changing, slipping the dress over your head before realising that was a mistake and you’re now stuck tangled up in the fabric. You try wiggling your body, shifting your arms as much as you can but nothing proved helpful. You’re one hundred percent stuck.
You must have made a noise because the knocking is back followed by a concerned voice, “Everything okay in there?”
Wrecker.
Sweat, loving, Wrecker.
Wrecker who playfully challenges you to arm wrestling matches despite knowing he’ll win every time. Never once making a stupid comment like if you were a man you’d be able to beat him. Wrecker, who has never made any negative or cruel comments about your appearance.
Wrecker, the man you’re oh so helplessly in love with.
The man who has never seen you in a dress, who has never once seen anything bare except your arms. That’s about to change now ‘cause there is no way you’re going to be able to get unstuck without ripping the dress. So, you swallow your pride; “I think I need help-,”
“Help? Are you hurt? Wait there, I’ll go get Tech-,”
“No, I’m not hurt. Well maybe my pride is a little,” You grunt, trying to free yourself because honestly this is not how you imagined Wrecker helping you with your clothing. No, he’d be taking them off, not putting them on, “I’m stuck.”
“Oh,” Wrecker clears his throat, sounding lost, “Do you want me to come in?”
“You can, but I’m sorta…” You frown, trying to figure out the best word, “Indecent.”
Wrecker cleared his throat again, this time a little louder, “Oh, you’re naked. I can go get Cid.”
“No! You send her in here and she’ll be coming back out in a body bag,” You warn him, completely truthful, “And I’m not naked, I have underwear on. Look it’s okay, I can get one of the other boys-,”
“Yeah, that’s not happenin’.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you. I’m going to unlock the door. Is anyone else out there?” You ask, unlocking the door for him, a little awkwardly as you can’t move your arms without your entire upper body going with. You had to bend at the waist and blindly find the doorknob.
You hear shuffling from the other side, footsteps coming closer until they stop just shy of the door. You can see the silhouette of Wrecker’s boots, “No, just me. ‘sides I wouldn’t let anyone see ya half dressed. Bad enough some besom is going to eyein’ you all night like you’re some slab of meat.”
Your stomach turns unpleasantly at the thought of being subjected to lust gazes all night long, so you push away all thoughts about the mission and the foal men before they can consume you. One fear at a time.
You relax your arms, making sure you don’t flex. Good practice for tonight you think bitterly and move away from the door to let him in. He was quick, door closing hot on his heels. You avoid his gaze, not wanting to see the look of disgust as he takes in your muscular body. Thankfully nothing private is showing, leaving you with some modesty.
Your hands are stuck in the air, trapped by fabric and straps, the gown part of the dress is bunched up around your waist, leaving just enough fabric to cover your private part.
You keep your eyes on the wall in front of you as you try to ease the awkward tension in the air, “Didn’t Hunter ban you from using such foal words?”
“Only in front of Omega.” He replies, stepping in close and his fingers trail down your arm, from your elbow to your shoulder where the straps all twist together.
The first brush of his fingertips against your shoulder blade has your knees going weak. His breath is hot against your neck as he asks, “Got a reference to how this is ‘posed to go?”
“Oh, yeah I think the package had one actually,” You half-blindly search for the package before handing it to him, “Here.”
Wrecker studies the picture for a few seconds before giving a small ‘aha’, “I think I understand.”
His hands are back on you, warm and welcoming as he works in silence, occasionally grunting when a finger gets tangled up in the straps. In those moments you snort and he gently pinches your side in response.
Either the dress is more complicated than you originally thought or Wrecker is going at a snails pace – almost like he’s milking the closeness and skin on skin contact for all its worth. You hope it’s the latter and you’re not hopelessly reading into the way his fingers are caressing your skin even though the task at hand doesn’t call for such loving touches.
“There, all done.”
“Thank you.” You give an experimental wiggle of your shoulders to make sure the straps stay in place for tonight before rewarding Wrecker with a kiss on the cheek before thinking better of it.
Realising what you had just done, you hastily turn away, missing the dorky awestruck expression on his face, and in your turn you catch your reflection and oh.
Your arms, well, they’re not hard to miss. Your eyes are drawn to them, impossible not to see. You don’t necessarily hate your muscles, they’re what have kept you alive. You don’t survive a war ridden galaxy by having noodle arms. It’s just seeing them on display like this, for people to see and judge you, mock you, it’s too much.
If it wasn’t for your arms you’d actually consider yourself attractive in this entire – or at least attractive in the eyes of men.
The rest of the dress is flowy, with a little support for your breast, but other than your arms it highlights no other muscular features your body has. Still you try to make yourself appear smaller, more feminine, but it’s not working and your stomach is starting to turn again unforgivingly.
In the mirror you catch Wrecker taking small steps towards you, “Any chance you’ll let me know what’s going on in your head, mesh’la?”
You give a deep sigh, “Cid picked the wrong person for the job. Slap some lipstick on Crosshair and he’d get more attention than I would. How am I supposed to seduce anyone when I look like a hairless lasat? The moment I step foot in the cantina all eyes will be on me but none of them will see me, you know?”
The corner of Wrecker’s lips tilt down, sadness brief in his eyes before he shakes his head and pulls you back into his embrace, taking you by surprise but you melt against his chest all the same.
“You know what I see?” His arms come to wrap around you, hands locking together over your stomach, “I see strength. Arms that are strong to carry your kin to safety. I see warmth and comfort; a safe place to rest, to be held. I see a strong beautiful woman. I see you.”
You gasp, eyes wide and locking onto Wrecker’s for a split second before turning in his arms and pulling his head down to catch his plush lips in your own. Wrecker lets out a startled noise before moaning softly against your lips, arms wrapping around you to pull you in closer to his body.
His mouth separate from yours for a brief second and mirth colours his next few words, “If you need help taking off your dress-,”
“Oh, I will.”
HUNTER
You flop yourself in bed, body aching in every sense possible. You hadn’t even done much. A simple supply run, nothing too demanding of your body but lo and behold your leg decided to cramp up and you did the entire walk back to the ship trying your best to mask the limp you took with every step. If Omega had seen you struggling she’d immediately call Hunter and Hunter would get Tech, who would tell Wrecker to carry you back to the ship, where Crosshair would be waiting seemingly indifferent about your pain but he’d hover over you nonetheless.
It would be an absolute shit show.
So you hid the pain until you got back to your private bunk, or the small storage room that has been rearranged to house you, you should say. Your plan for the night is to sulk away and hope the cramp eases up through the night.
The worst part is that in your hurry to get back to the ship and lay down, you forgot to stop and restock the ship’s supply of heat packs. Something that would most certainly come in handy right about now.
A knock comes from the door and you groan. The last thing you want right now is company. Knowing that shooing whoever it is away would only result in the entirety of the Batch piling into your room to make sure you're okay, you have no choice but yell for them to come in.
Hunter – of course it’s Hunter – peeks his head through the door before stepping all the way in, “Hey, can I come in?”
“It’s your ship.” You point out, straightening yourself to sit up properly on your bed.
“We both know it’s Tech,” He laughs, stepping into your room, face turning serious for a moment, “Omega said you were walking funny earlier. Are you hurt?”
“No, I’m fine.”
“You should know by now that you can’t hide anything from me. You also should know that I don’t like it when you try too. We’re an allit, which means we take care of each other.”
“Even if that person in dumb and forgot to get supplies that could actually help them manage the pain?” You ask, self blaming as you start massaging your leg. No point in hiding the cramps now.
“Especially then,” Hunter states before dropping down beside you. He shifts himself until his back is against the wall, sitting himself upright before laying your legs on his lap, “Crosshair gets really bad cramps. I learned a long time ago how to rub the knots out. Allow me?”
Hyper aware he can feel your muscles under his fingertips you hold your breath waiting for a comment that never comes. His fingers tuck themselves under the hem of your sweats, rolling them up the slightest as he asks, “May I? It’ll help if I roll your pant leg up so I can see the knots clearer.”
You swallow around the lump forming in the back of your throat. May he? Could you push away your fear of judgement to receive help? Your legs are the most muscular part of your body for you were raised in a small village, no public transport, everything was in appropriate walking distance from your house. And now running with the Batch you’re on your feet more than ever. Always trying to stay one foot ahead of imperials. It’s no wonder why your leg is throbbing.
“I’m sorry,” Hunter's hands leave your leg, “I obviously overstepped.”
“It’s fine,” You say meekly, willing your body to relax in his embrace. He gives you a look and you sigh, “Truthfully, my legs are seen as unattractive in some beauty cultures and I don’t feel like hearing snide comments right now.”
“Unattractive?” He repeats, brows drawn together as he takes a second to sort his thoughts. His lips eventually purse together briefly before nodding slightly, “You are incredibly well built, it’s something I find admirable about you. You’re fast, saved our asses a few times in battle because of these muscles in your legs, and that’s not to be taken lightly. I don’t know what ‘beauty standards’ you were raised with but I find your body to be very attractive, mesh’la.”
You study him for a minute, “You’re being honest.” It’s not a question, more of an observation and you are a bit taken back, “It truly doesn’t bother you that I’m built like a lasat?”
“A lasat? I wasn’t aware you only have four toes.” The amusement in his tone has you rolling your eyes. His hands return to your leg and he gives a reassuring squeeze, “If you allow me to continue, once I’ve got all the knots out, I’d love to take you out for dinner and maybe afterwards I could show you just how attractive you truly are.”
You grin, laying your head down in the crook of his neck as you watch his hand slide your pants up, “I’d love nothing more.”
TECH
“You should not have done that,” Tech scowls at you, arranging the necessary medical tools, “It was reckless and could have been avoidable.”
You’d wave his scowling off if the action didn’t cause your body to scream in protest. He’s right, you could have totally avoided showing off your impressive speaker skills – or at least not fail at jumping that ramp.
It could have been worse. The scanner picked up no broken bones, just a deep laceration on your stomach and some small ones paired with bruises that’ll bloom into some nasty colours. You had shredded your pants in the crash too, the fabric now hanging loosely in some places.
Tech sets his jaw and orders you to lift up your shirt, “I need to flush your wounds before applying any bacta.”
Panic floods your body, “No.”
Tech brows rose ever so slightly, just visible above his goggles, “No? What do you mean by no?”
“No, I will not lift my shirt up.” You will not allow him to see your less than feminine body. Will not face the hard truth that the man you’re crushing on is repulsed by your body. You would not survive it.
Tech, oblivious to your inward panic plainly states, “You do realise that in order for me to stop the bleeding and clean the cut so it doesn’t get infected, I need access to the wound?”
Honestly, bleeding out is better than Tech seeing your stomach. You don’t necessarily have abs, not like Hunter. You’re built more like Wrecker; big bodied. Far from soft and delicate. Never feminine like the girls in the holo movies.
Tech gently lays his hand on your arm, tilting your head up with his other, eyes holding yours hard like his next words are the most important he’ll ever say, “If you’re afraid I may try to take advantage of you in your undress state, I can call one of the boys-,”
“No!” You yell, desperately needing him to know that’s not true, not even close, “That didn’t even cross my mind. I trust you, Tech.”
His body relaxes at your words, “Then I see no reason for me not to clean the wound.”
You draw your bottom lip between your teeth and admit defeat. You pull your shirt up enough for the wound to be visible but not high enough for Tech to see your chest band. Your body is tense, awaiting an insult that normally comes by now. But instead Tech makes a noise at the back of his throat, an audible swallowing sound followed with a quiet ‘oh’.
You don’t dare to look at his face.
“I’m sorry.”
Tech doesn’t try to gain eye contact this time. He gently wipes away the dry blood flaked on your skin, “For pulling the stunt or getting hurt?”
“For worrying you,” You softly say, tone apologetic, “And for you having to stare at my stomach. I’m sure you could be spending your time fixing the ship or watching holo videos of twi’lek.”
Tech blushes at the last part, “I don’t indulge in such videos. And while I do find twi’leks’ pleasing to the eye, my ‘taste’ is, well,” His eyes linger in your bare skin, darkening a little when you flex your stomach, “You. Not just your body, but your mind, your personality. You’re beautiful, strong, caring. Any man would be lucky to have you as a partner.”
“Any man?” You ask, lips turning up, finally meeting his eyes. You lean in close to his body, taking the medical equipment from his hands and set them aside, “Does that include you?”
Tech adjusts his goggles, lips holding a shy smile, “Most definitely.”
There’s a dull ache in your stomach when you lean up to kiss him but you don’t care. The softness of his lips and the way he draws in a sharp inhale makes it worth it.
CROSSHAIR
“You have to be kriffing kidding me!” You huff, kicking the side of the dryer, “Echo said he fixed this blasted machine.”
Behind you came a snort, “He did. That’s him fixing it.”
You raise a brow at Crosshair, “Not helping.”
“Wasn’t trying too,” He quips, toothpick switching from one side of his mouth to the other, “You could borrow one of our shirts. Wrecker’s would be too big for you and Tech is very picky about his clothing.”
“And Echo’s are specially designed to regulate his body temperature. I’d sweat to death in the first hour.” You sigh, that leaves you with two options: Hunter’s or–
“Take one of mine for the day,” Crosshair says, deciding for you as one of his shirts hits you straight in the face, “Oops, I was aiming for your chest.”
“Sharpshooter my ass.” You grumble under your breath and wait for Crosshair to turn away. The clone raises a brow, smirk on his lips as he cocks his head, gesturing for you to start changing. You give him the middle finger as he finally turns away from you, mumbling something under his breath about missing a good show.
Bastard.
You take off the shirt you’re currently wearing, nose scrunching up at the stench soaked into the fabric. You easily manage to slip your head through the neck hole but as you insert your arm into the sleeve you realise it’s much tighter than your baggier clothing, leaving you with a challenge. You eventually get both arms through but when you pull your shoulders forward a loud rip sounds through the small corner of the ship.
Crosshair’s ears twitch and his head turns a fraction to the side, not fully able to see you, “Did you just rip my shirt, cyar’ika?”
That’s a question you’re afraid to find the answer to. Nonetheless you slowly lift your arm up and wince at the slight breeze you feel on your skin. You bite down on your lip, eyes shifting to the hanger door and you wonder if you could escape without Crosshair catching you.
“Don’t even attempt it,” Crosshair huffs, “I’m going to turn around now.”
You stand frozen, holding your breath waiting for him to snap at you or worse, make a snide comment about how a ladies arms should never be bigger than a mans.
Crosshair's face holds no telltale sign of what he’s thinking as he take in the ripped fabric and the places where the hems are starting to come apart at the seams as your muscles threaten to rip the fabric even more.
His eyes go dark and he starts walking towards you, following as you take steps back until your back presses against the wall behind you. You swallow audibly, unsure of how this is going to turn out, “Crosshair? You have every right to be mad-,”
His left hand slams against the wall beside your head, palm flat on the wood whilst the other hand comes to your arm and squeezes the muscles over your shirt.
“If you wanted me to look at your arms you could have just told me and saved a good shirt from being ripped,” He chided, hand slowly trailing down your arm, “I see fear in your eyes, none of that, cyar’ika. I’m not like those osi’kovid who feel threatened by the strength of a woman.”
His legs nudge yours apart, leg slipping into the gap he created and presses his thigh against your core. His fingers slip under the bottom of your shirt – his shirt – to pull it over your head but the fabric doesn’t bunch, seemingly glued to your muscles. With an annoyed grunt Crosshair tears the shirt down the middle, no longer caring about seeing if it’s salvageable.
“A woman like you should be worshipped,” He whispers into your ear, teeth grazing against the flesh, pulling a whimper from you. He pulls back, a cocky smirk on his face before he’s dropping to his knees, “Allow me to taste you, to feel your strong thighs squeezing around my head as I bring you pleasure a true man could only hope to achieve.”
Your head is spinning; everything is happening so fast, your pussy begins gathering arousal between your folds as Crosshair breaths promises against your clothed sex. His words are unlike him, different from anything you’ve heard before. No snappish tone, only plain lust.
Of course, Crosshair is Crosshair, and the next second his eyes dance with mirth as his fingers slip under the band of your pants, “Don’t worry, I’ll be fucking that shock look off your face soon enough. Bend you over all surfaces until you're drunk on my cock, begging for more.”
#the bad batch#wrecker x reader#hunter x reader#crosshair x reader#tech x reader#female reader#tbb crosshair#tbb wrecker#tbb hunter#tbb tech#justice joy writes#tw: implications to sexy times#warning 18+ content
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Hello! Can I request Norton witha male s/o that looks more feminine and pristine. Oh poor Nonon having a gay panic to the widdle pretty boy :333
Oh gods am I going to have fun with this request.
Norton, Alva x feminine male s/o
Warnings: none
Norton
As intrigued about how long your elegance would last, Norton was not very interested in you before he knew you were a man. Why would a man present so femininely? There were many troubles of being a woman, no?
However, once you explain that it is how you would like to present and that you could handle yourself well, he wouldn’t question it.
‘Oh, so that’s just how ya want to be? Alright, well I can’t question it.’
Secretly thinks you look cool. How do you manage to look so pristine while covered in sweat and blood in matches? Even Joseph and Mary could not compete.
And that was when he realised he liked you. Dear god - while Norton was not a sucker for the rules, liking a man so much still shook him. Would you find him disgusting for liking you?
‘I… well it turns out I quite like you, caro, even though we’re both men. Although I do think you like men. Am I wrong?’
Alva
Ah, a new hunter in the manor. They were getting quite a lot of these recently - it was had to memorise all existing faces already, what with Alva’s brain damage from the two explosions, but he may have found an incentive to memorise people quicker. Santa Maria, you were so attractive it was hard to forget your name.
‘Hello. I am one of the more recent additions to this manor, The Hermit Alva Lorenz. Although I may be new, it does not mean that I do not know my way around the place. Please, come find me if you need anything.’
He definitely should not have said that, since he had been betrayed multiple times in the past, yet, an ache in his long-dead heart made him recklessly hopeful.
Your composure rivalled the aristocrats he had seen in the past, and the aristocrats he had encountered in the manor. Perhaps one day he’d like to see you loose that untouchable grace, but that day was not today.
#identity v#identity v x reader#idv x reader#alva lorenz x reader#idv alva x reader#idv norton x reader#norton campbell x reader#idv#idv norton#idv norton x male reader#norton campbell x male reader#idv alva#idv alva lorenz#idv alva x male reader#alva lorenz#alva lorenz x male reader
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