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lenreli · 3 months

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endless pawns playing a fixed game

Explicit, 7.8k, Dream/Hob. Reacher-inspired AU with an ex-spy Hob and mafia kid Dream!

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2

[AO3]

When Hob took the Endless family bodyguard position, it was mainly for the paycheck. And also a lack of breaking kneecaps for collecting debts, which he does feel some way about. More that it’s a waste of his considerable skill, but nonetheless.

Recent hushed rumours around the estate have made the Endless bosses more paranoid for their well-being, so he’s gathered in his time at the vast place.

The bosses are ― well, efficient mob, and just generally terrible people, as evidenced by shouting matches featuring Night or Time, which surely can’t be their real names―

Then again, with their children’s names, with the many different aged children also getting into screaming matches with the parents, Hob considers his lack of family a blessing, in cases like this.

The kids, with all sorts of D-name, are varied, and from what he gathered, either orphans gathered up for some good PR, or due to some twisted sense of actually wanting a family. Or maybe they were from people and former mob bosses the parents killed and raised, which would be an impressive sort of fucked up. The kids are mostly a non-issue for him as he does his job, and usually walks past a few of them throughout his days―

He’s used to seeing Death’s much-too-kind smile, to Destiny being cloistered up in the library, to Desire’s comings and goings at all hours, and surely he must’ve seen Dream somewhere before that night of the attempted poisoning.

As he looks around the room as some poor schmuck is taken, screaming and pleading, he catches blue eyes and is momentarily stunned. As Desire talks to Dream, Hob gathers that stoic, pale man mainly lives around the art quarters ― which would explain why Hob only briefly remembers him. Plus, the art quarters are very dark and moody, and this is probably the first time he’s seen Dream in actual good light, arms crossed as he talks quietly with Desire.

As he stares at the cut of Dream’s suit, the blue eyes stare at him for a moment, and Hob catalogues the minute expressions of annoyance as Dream talks with Desire. He definitely knows those blue eyes, have felt them following him since he arrived at the estate, a background awareness of everything else, and Hob considers Dream’s pink, plush lips, low voice begging and screaming, pale skin splashed with―

“Gadling!” His boss calls and he looks over, Dusk folding her arms and giving him an unimpressed look, “you’re needed.”

Blinking, he puts his hands into the pockets of his pants, “what about Cori?” He’s pretty sure Cori actually gets off on the torture in his job, and he’d hate to take that from him.

“Who the fuck knows. Hence, you,” Dusk drawls, and she gives him an extra glare for good measure, eyes narrowing as she looks between him and Dream. Hob nods and suppresses a smirk, thinking of how cute it is that she thinks her disapproval, or even some don’t fuck who you work for would stop him.

If there’s something Hob likes about his job, it’s that there’s always plots under schemes to uncover, always people to kill ― and now, Dream’s blue eyes staring at him occasionally, like they’re drawn to him. And maybe when Hob feels like a pointless one night stand, he gets a pale twink with dark hair and bites into his neck, replacing the high whines with Dream’s deep voice, the coarse black hair he tugs with the soft-looking spikes of Dream’s hair. Just for a bit of fun.

Hob’s always one for looking for the bright things in life, especially after getting out of his former job.

The point is, his life is pretty good, potential firing squad due to some light treason notwithstanding.

Sometimes the goons of the estate think that the Endless kids should learn how to defend themselves, which would be good, he’s sure, if said goons weren’t such idiots when it comes to teaching them. And today they’ve managed to drag a scowling Dream out of his art quarters, which is why he’s actually witnessing their poor attempts at teaching today.

“Are you going to keep judging, or are you going to give a few pointers?” The big man frowns at him. Hob blinks and crosses his arms, leaning more on the wall as he glances at Dream, hair ruffled and scowling.

“I’m not the teaching type,” he says with a shrug, and the goon scowls, no doubt angry at Hob as he barks orders at Dream, who looks just as impressed as Hob does with him.

The subpar teaching makes for good entertainment, and Hob briefly considers maybe giving Dream private lessons. Or maybe not so private, if only for the good screaming and whining to be echoed throughout the grounds.

At last, the goon gives up with a huff, and Hob stares at the bruise on Dream’s cheek, the colour matching the other’s lips as Dream straightens out his ratty black clothes, small specks of blue paint on the bottom of Dream’s shirt.

Dream looks at him, stepping closer, absurdly plush mouth opening―and a phone rings. Dream frowns and takes out a flip phone, answering it curtly, then shortly leaving.

A week after that, something is wrong. Dream has been one for Wednesday meetings with his sister in the library, and nothing. Only Death, looking faintly worried.

Then a ransom call comes in, and Hob only gets that Dream’s been kidnapped before he holds his anger tightly, the Endless parents not even worried as the modulated voice lists their demands. Many of the fellow security and goons give him skittish looks, who have been wordlessly ribbing him for taking a liking to Dream.

Hob says nothing to the Endless parents as he leaves the room, ringing up some of his contacts to get something, and quickly ― before he decides they need some persuasion.

In the end, it takes seven days for him to find out that Burgess, another mob boss, recently hooked up electricity to an abandoned building, the night before the ransom call. Hob briefly considers going to Fawney Rig, where Burgess’s own mansion is, then considers after, once Dream is back at the estate.

For all the heightened security that the Endless parents put in, they’re remarkably unconcerned that their own son is kidnapped, whether out of neglect, or simply because of the people around working on it, Hob is unclear about. And, well, if they didn’t give him his income, he’d consider adding more bodies to the one’s he’s already planning on.

When he tells security of his plans, they offer to give him some goons as ‘back-up’ and Hob bites back a scoff. “I can handle it myself,” he frowns, glaring at the man until he steps back, nodding sharply.

The plan is to go through the abandoned building and kill everyone that’s not Dream. A simple one, but it’s never failed him yet.

Hob is almost offended at the front door, when he goes in to see five rent-a-thugs, nothing approaching a challenge as he methodically makes his way through them. With two already dead, he uses the body of one as a shield, gunshots ringing out, but soon silenced by one of his daggers through the shooter’s heart.

The other two go down with more daggers thrown, and once he’s collected and cleaned them off with fabric from the cheap suits of the men, he puts them away and sighs.

Unsurprisingly, the other rooms are easy enough to go through, finally finding Dream tied up on a chair, with two men near the door, guns raised at him. Hob puts on a disarming smile, putting his hands up. “I’m going to be nice, and tell you how you die,” he says, smiling brightly. Then men are shaking, guns rattling quietly in their grips. “You,” he nods to the man on his right, “are going to try and shoot me, and then I’m going to go after your buddy here and kill him with a clean knife to the heart. Then I’m going to take it out of his body and throw it into your heart, and you’ll both be dead before you hit the ground.”

The men seem even more freaked out, sharing scared looks ― but this isn’t about them. Maybe he wanted to show off, just a little bit, for the captive audience. Dream’s blue eyes are wide, mouth gagged with black fabric― and the man on his right moves, and it goes like he said, pulling out his dagger and cleaning it off the dead man’s body before stowing it away.

“Hello, Dream,” the other man’s eyes go even wider, a muffled sound going through the gag as he walks up to him, leaning over the chair to cut loose the ropes holding Dream. “We haven’t met yet officially, but you can call me Hob,” he smiles as he rips off the gag, then goes to the ropes around Dream’s legs, cutting them off as he stands up. Dream also gets up, face even more pale ― and Hob’s brows furrow as he touches the corner of Dream’s mouth, where a bruise is. “Maybe I should’ve tortured them more,” he remarks.

“Thank you,” Dream croaks, eyes a dark, deep blue and Hob hums, stepping away as he rubs his thumb, still feeling the soft skin under it.

“Let’s get you back home, Endless.” Hob gives Dream a once-over, finding nothing out of place with the black suit, or the way Dream’s holding himself.

“Is it just you?” Dream asks as they step outside of the room, and Dream stops, looking at the bodies lining the rooms as they go through each one. Dream always takes a moment to stop, looking at the various bodies, wide eyes leaving them to look at him ― and his clean suit, not a speck of blood on him.

“I was offered back-up, but they’d just get in the way,” he says with a shrug. Dream nods as they exit the building, and Hob opens the back car door, then stops Dream from getting in. “Burgess met you, didn’t he? Probably to gloat, he seems like the type of asshole to do that,” Dream steps back and nods as Hob leans on the car door. “Do you expressly order for me to kill him for you, or do I have to do it without it?”

Dream’s mouth moves, opening and shutting before something hard settles over Dream’s expression, “you can kill him,” Dream says, voice breathless and Hob nods. Moving out of the way, he gets in on the other side as Dream slides in, looking at the dark screen between them and Mervyn, the driver, starts the car.

Dream still looks shocked, wide-eyed and flushed cheeks, and Hob considers the effects of kidnapping, which are never good. Or maybe it was all the dead bodies, especially considering Dream maybe doesn’t have much experience with that.

Hob watches as Dream takes deep breaths, suit jacket being thrown off, then shoes joining them, and Hob tilts his head, looking at pale collarbones, sweaty and glistening as Dream undoes the top buttons of the shirt, black a contrast to the white of his skin. “I need you,” Dream says roughly, eyes mostly black, and Hob blinks as Dream pulls him closer by his collar, “to fuck me,” Dream states before kissing him, biting into his lips. Or maybe, Hob thinks nonsensically, grabbing onto Dream’s waist as the other man slides into his lap.

Hob blinks, eyebrows raised, “no complaints here, just as long as you don’t regret it,” he breathes, fingers sliding up under a black shirt, and he watches as Dream shivers, bony limbs pushing him down onto the backseat.

“Definitely not,” Dream says sharply, cold hands tearing open his blazer, then waistcoat and shirt, and Dream pauses as his blazer is thrown off, eyes zeroed in on the bracers around his biceps ― and the daggers in them. There’s a huff as Dream takes them off, then the bracers and his waistcoat and shirt, and there’s another huff as Dream stares at the harness around his shoulders, the guns on them. “Hob.”

Suppressing a smile, he shrugs as he toes his pointed shoes off, Dream still on his lap as he watches Hob pull out a tiny syringe, then a few small daggers and puts them on his other weapons on the floor.

“A syringe?” Dream asks, leaning closer to look.

“Lethal poison,” he says, sitting up to sit against the car side, his hands going under Dream’s shirts to take it off, pale skin and pink nipples, and he nibbles up Dream’s neck, restraining himself from drawing blood as Dream whimpers. “This too, plus another, but you’ll have to take my pants off for that,” he whispers into Dream’s ear as he tugs the hair tie off his wrist, throwing it onto his pile of weapons.

Dream makes a sound, cold hands getting warmer as they tug at Hob’s pants, “a hair tie?” The other man asks incredulously, belt being taken off to join the rest of the weapons as Dream takes a moment to stare at the line of tiny daggers lining the inside of the belt.

“The hair tie can also turn into barbed wire,” he offers with a smirk, “and not that, I forgot about those,” he shrugs, arousal a constant, pleasant buzz with how Dream is sitting on him. Dream mutters something, words incomprehensible as Dream sits up to tug his pants off, the underwear, knives strapped with harnesses on his thighs thrown with everything else, and Dream’s look of annoyance makes Hob bite back a laugh.

“Is that all? Anything else?” Dream hisses, and Hob does actually smirk as Dream tugs at his chest hair. Hob hums and touches the crotch of the other’s pants, feeling a wet spot already as he unbuttons them, clearly not as turned off by all the weapons.

“Not today,” he says. Tugging Dream closer by the zip of his pants, there’s a broken sound as they kiss filthily, and Hob’s already addicted to the feel of Dream’s smooth skin as his nails scratch down thighs, Dream’s lower clothes soon joining the rest. “I’m not taking you raw,” he drawls, smiling as Dream tugs his hair and pulls back with a huff.

Dream mutters some more and reaches for the back of the passenger seat, revealing a compartment filled with small packets of lube and condoms. Desire, probably, Hob’s mind supplies as he takes some of the lube and a condom. “I thought this would involve more fucking, not all these―” Dream’s complaint turns into a moan as Hob pushes a finger inside Dream, and his cock twitches at the thought of going inside that warm heat as he bites at the other’s jaw.

Dream pants, breath harsh near his ear as fingers grip his chest hair and he adds another finger, twisting and stretching the walls around them. “Hard or soft?” He asks, free hand digging into and trailing up Dream’s spine, feeling him shiver and shake as Dream clenches around his fingers.

“Now,” is the desperate order, and Hob pulls Dream by the hair into a forceful kiss, making those pink lips even redder as he takes out his fingers and prepares his cock, lube and condom cool compared to the burning heat of Dream on top of him. Hob groans as he enters the tight heat, Dream shuddering and squeezing around him, and Dream cries out, a hand coming down from his hair to dig into the stubble of his jaw. “Yes,” Dream breathes, twitching.

Hob takes a deep breath, smelling blood and sweat on Dream’s neck as he gets used to the feeling, a part of him wanting to drive in, but also Dream was just kidnapped, so he tries to have a modicum of care as he bottoms out, nails digging into Dream’s waist as they adjust. The tenuous self-control frays as Dream wriggles on top of him, licking into his mouth as Dream grinds down onto his cock.

“Stop being such a pussy and fuck me,” Dream croaks ― and there’s a gasp as Hob’s free hand circles Dream’s neck, nails digging into the other’s esophagus until Dream coughs, eyes wide and dick leaking onto Hob’s stomach.

“With the way you’re acting, no,” he frowns as Dream continues to cough, eventually nodding frantically as Dream’s hand pulls the one away from the other’s throat.

Dream licks his lips, a bit of terror in his eyes that makes Hob’s sharp anger lessen. “Please,” Dream whispers, eyes still overtaken with black, a thin ring of deep blue as the car passes a pot-hole, jostling them and Dream wails. “Pleasepleaseplease.”

“Better,” he breathes, tugging Dream’s hair roughly as he guides the other man up and down his cock, feeling tight walls slowly loosen up as Dream is impaled on him. Dream tries to say something, but Hob shifts him and only a cry comes out as he hits the other’s prostate, and Hob nibbles at the blossoming bruise on Dream’s throat in the shape of his hand.

Dream sobs and claws at his chest, at his shoulder as they fuck, as his tempo rises ― and Dream comes with a sob, squeezing his cock tightly and pulling an orgasm out of him.

Checking all his weapons are where they’re meant to be, he puts on his clothes as Dream frowns, glaring at him on the backseat. “Now, I have to report to security, and you’ll probably have to deal with your family, so. See you around, Dream,” he says with a lazy fingered salute as he hops out of the car. “Mervyn,” he says with a smile and a nod towards the driver. Mervyn gives him the middle finger as he leaves.

The security briefing is, well, brief. Mainly because he doesn’t reveal the people who kidnapped Dream. So that he can go after them himself, but that’s splitting hairs. There’s a cacophony of sound, and there’s a done-up Dream, looking only a tiny bit ruffled as he’s surrounded by all his siblings as they talk at him. Dream catches his eye and sends him a desperate get me out of here look, and Hob only shrugs, leaning against the wall as Death and Delirium move on to hugging Dream, only quickly though.

Dream scowls, bruises on his neck hidden by layers of collars and black as he steps into Hob’s space once the room has cleared out and the siblings have dispersed. “Will you join me? To my room,” Hob raises an eyebrow and Dream looks away, fiddling with the sleeve of his shirt, “for protection, after my ordeal.”

Hob frowns, Dream looking so exhausted now, and he nods, following after Dream into the labyrinth of the mansion until they end up at a room near the art quarters, opening into a red and black bedroom. Hob watches as Dream sheds off his clothes, marks and bruises ― mainly from him, bright against his skin as Dream goes into the bathroom. Hob closes the bedroom door as Dream fills the bath in his en suite, eventually hopping in with a weary sigh.

There’s only the sound of a ticking clock, a far-off, muffled television as Dream curls up in the bath, eventually hopping out after at least an hour. Hob’s heart aches, which he ignores as Dream pulls a fluffy black towel around himself. “Hob,” Dream whispers, voice rusty as Dream dries himself off, getting into a ratty black shirt and pants. “Will you stay? Until I fall asleep?”

Dream looks at him with red-rimmed eyes, drained and tired, at how vulnerable Dream is, and he wants to make sure that no-one else ever sees that look, as much as he wants to make it even worse. However, he did say, he would deal with Dream’s captors, and he thinks of the soft touch of the other’s skin, the fiery determination, even after being rescued.

His heart, which he long thought dead, twists at the other’s exhaustion, and the decision is simple.

“Of course.”

Going through the information gathered on Fawney Rig, Hob may actually have a bit of a challenge, so he decides to take his time working out angles, and what he plans to do. Especially when he discovers that the kidnapping wasn’t the first time he’s interacted with Dream, and those haven’t been good either. Nothing as overt as kidnapping, but enough of a pattern to make Hob think of the many ways to flay an old man alive.

Afterwards, Dream asks him to his room more. Sometimes for just peace of mind, apparently. And other times for sex, which isn’t trouble at all, and Hob is happy with the way things are going in life, even as he deals with rising amounts of plots against the Endless family with no clear mastermind, much to his frustration.

However, there’s always time for some fun, this time with Dream pushing him against his bedroom door and kneeling down, hands quickly taking him out and Hob gasps at the hot mouth around his dick, sucking him to hardness. Groaning, Hob grabs onto soft dark hair as Dream pushes his hips against the door.

“What, no undressing me first?” He says, and Dream stops to give him a withered look, clearly not in the mood to deal with his many weapons. Hob barks out a laugh as Dream licks him.

Dream moans, long black lashes fluttering as Hob fills up in his mouth, the other’s nails digging into the harnesses under his pants, daggers cold against his skin as Dream licks and sucks.

“You may want to move those hands,” he breathes, tugging the other’s black hair, “daggers.” Dream gives him a tired look and pulls off him, teeth lightly grazing the top of his cock, annoyance showing even more as Dream tugs down his pants to reveal the harness and taking off the daggers.

There’s a huff as Dream’s mouth returns, one of Dream’s hands going underneath his shirt to tug at his chest hair, and the pleasure fizzles steadily, unwilling to look away from the other man.

Even just looking at Dream in this position is enough to make his arousal build, spiraling at how much Dream obviously enjoys it. “So pretty,” he whispers, and Dream shivers around him, lashes fluttering and Hob smirks as Dream’s hips move, grinding into air. “Taking me so well,” he says, a hand trailing down to touch Dream’s jaw, going down to a pale throat as Dream moans and swallows around him. “Knew you’d be good with lips like these.”

Dream whimpers as his hand goes up to pink lips, split around his cock, a thumb pressing inside the warm heat. There’s a cry, blue eyes shiny and tears sticking to the edge of long lashes.

His orgasm is a slow thing, helped along as he tugs Dream by his hair, making him choke and swallow around him desperately as he comes. Dream coughs, covering his mouth as he swallows the white fluid. “Was that necessary?” Dream asks, voice rough and fucked, and Hob meets on the floor with a smirk.

“No, it was just fun,” he says with a grin, making Dream gasp as he tugs black hair roughly. Pulling him in for a messy kiss, licking some off of Dream's puffy lips as Dream whimpers. His other hand goes to black skinny jeans, swiftly undoing them―and Hob raises his eyebrows, leaning back as Dream’s face reddens. “Was it the praise or the way I used you?”

Dream’s face burns even more as his hand feels a softening cock, come coating his fingers as he takes his hand out.

A different day, and Hob’s spent hours between Dream’s sheets, wringing out orgasms until he’s had his fill, the night air cool on his skin as he sits up on the bed, a warm lamp and moonlight showing their clothes strewn about the room. He at least tries to sit up, with a skinny arm going around his waist, and there’s a groan as Hob puts some of his daggers back into their harnesses. “Cuddly, are you?” He asks.

“No,” Dream groans, muffled against his skin as the other man curls around him, a thumb going under one of his thigh harnesses as bright blue eyes peek at him. “Surely there’s better things to do than whatever you’re planning.”

“Like making you come even more?” He asks, raising an eyebrow as he finds his syringe of poison, putting it into place. Dream huffs, pouting as Hob moves off the bed to sheathe even more of his weapons before haphazardly putting on his pants, afterglow settling in his veins.

“I could read to you,” Dream says, pride in his tone and Hob blinks, baffled as he turns to look back at Dream. “I have been told I have a good reading voice,” Dream explains as he picks up a book from his nightstand. Hob considers ― and Dream does have a good voice, and Hob did work very hard today with his own side project of dealing with Burgess.

Hob crosses his arms and waits, although, “well, Prince of Stories?” Hob says sarcastically, and Dream blinks, shock on his face before it quickly becomes blank, Dream flipping through to the start of the book, a bookmark kept in place near the end of it.

“Along the shore the cloud waves break, The twin suns sink behind the lake, The shadows lengthen. In Carcosa,” Dream begins, words deep and resounding, and vaguely familiar.

“Horror?” He says with a grin, going back to sit on the edge of the bed. Dream’s eyebrow twitches.

“It’s what I’ve been reading,” is offered primly. Dream clears his throat and pulls the sheets over himself, eyes focused on the page in front of him intently. “Strange is the night where black stars rise. And strange moons circle through the skies But stranger still, is Lost Carcosa―”

Hob frowns as he walks towards the art quarters, knowing that Dream would be there, since he’s not in his room. While the mansion has many cameras, there are none in Dream’s art areas or their rooms ― and not that he’d care for them, but it’s handy, especially with what he wants to talk to Dream about. Sighing, he enters the art room, finding Dream mixing paint near a canvas. “Anything you want to tell me?”

Dream turns around and blinks, paintbrush in his hand dripping black paint. “About?”

“Like another attempt on your parent’s life, which I only found out about after I left your room,” he says slowly, walking closer to Dream.

“What are you implying?” Dream asks, shock giving away to an offended glare as the paintbrush gets put down. Hob doesn’t say anything, just watches as Dream glares at him, and continues―until a tiny tic, Dream looking away momentarily.

“You knew,” he drawls as he grabs the other’s jaw, forcing blue eyes to look at him as Dream tries to look away again. “Why?”

“You have some gall to accuse me,” Dream breathes, trying to push his hand away and failing as Hob digs his nails into Dream’s jaw. There’s a brief look of terror from Dream as his fingers go down a pale throat, beginning to cut air from his windpipe. “It wasn’t,” Dream gasps, voice high, “I did want to spend more time with you, but also.”

“Again. Why?” He asks as he lets go, letting Dream wheeze and take some deep breaths.

“They want to send Delirium off,” Dream mutters, “and we―my sibling and I, don’t want that.”

Hob nods, rumours and attempts coalescing into a clear picture, “that’s all? They want to send her away?”

“Among other things,” Dream says quietly, giving him a wide-eyed look, “you can’t tell anyone.”

Hob crosses his arms as he tilts his head, “I don’t know. I do enjoy the money.”

“Once they’re ― nothing will change with that, I swear,” Dream says, almost pleading, “just a change in who runs things.”

Sighing, Hob steps back as he pats Dream’s cheek, a brief flash of fear crossing the other’s face. And, well, he did briefly consider killing the parents himself for the way they acted with Dream’s kidnapping. “As long I get my money, do what you want,” he says curtly as he leaves.

A day later, and Dream freezes once he enters his bedroom. “Hob, I thought you’d be…” Dream trails off as Hob smiles, waiting for the other man to come closer.

“Maybe I wanted to reward you for being so honest with me,” he says, holding his hands out ― which Dream takes warily as he pulls Dream on top of him. The other man looks confused and apprehensive, even as they share biting kisses. “A gift,” he breathes, smiling as Dream’s hands go under his shirt ― and stops, the hands leaving to pat over his thighs and chest.

“Why do you have no weapons,” Dream says flatly, patting his thighs like he expects them to suddenly materialise from where Hob stashed them in the en suite. Hob resists rolling his eyes, bringing Dream in for another kiss, licking into the other’s mouth as their clothes are shed. The arousal builds slowly as he grabs Dream’s hip, stroking up and down as Dream gets his lube.

“No,” he whispers, and Dream lets out a sound as Hob takes the lube from Dream, coating his fingers in it ― and Dream makes another sound as Hob puts the finger in himself, feeling odd after so many years. “Like this,” he says into Dream’s lips, watching Dream’s eyes widen, mouth dropping as Hob puts another finger in, stretching himself.

“You―what,” Dream chokes, thin hands gabbing his waist tightly as Dream stares down as Hob puts another finger in, stretch sliding from weird to pleasurable as he brushes his prostate, gasping at the jolt of it.

“A gift,” he whispers, looking up through his lashes as he finishes prepping himself ― and putting a condom on Dream’s red, leaking dick. There’s a whimper from Dream, hands fluttering up and down his chest as Dream breeches him. “And a punishment,” Hob says with a grin as Dream bottoms out, and he shivers through the pleasure, nails digging into Dream’s jaw to force those blue eyes to look at him.

“Fucking you? A punishment?” Dream asks, expression flummoxed, then quickly turning into determination and cockiness as Dream holds him down. The rhythm builds quickly, sometimes brushing against that bundle of nerves and bringing Hob closer to orgasm ― and Dream looks quietly smug, blue eyes dark as Hob clenches around him.

Hob blinks, watching as Dream fucks into him, nails scratching marks into his waist as Dream gets closer to coming ― and when Dream exits him, he puts his hand around the other’s cock. Dream cries out, orgasm stopped in place by his hand. “I think I need another orgasm. You, however.”

Dream’s eyes widen, pink mouth gaping, cockiness forgotten, “but I. No. Hob,” Dream pleads, “Hob, please.”

Smiling at how he can feel Dream’s cock twitch and jerk in his hand, he deems the orgasm stopped ― and uses his other hand to control Dream by the hips, guiding him in. Dream cries out, body collapsing on top of him as Hob guides the other’s cock, oversensitivity making it pleasure-painful as his cock eventually starts to fill again, and there’s only the sound of slapping skin, his moans and Dream’s pleading as his next orgasm arrives slowly.

By then, he’s stopped Dream’s orgasm once more, who continues to beg into his neck.

His third orgasm is erring on the side of painful and dry, but he enjoys it anyway as Dream lets out a broken wail as his own orgasm is stopped, Dream’s body shaking above him, and he can feel tears on his neck. “Do you think you’ve learnt yet?” He asks breathlessly, smiling as Dream nods against his neck. “I’m not entirely sure you have, considering that stunt you pulled.”

His fourth orgasm is entirely dry, the oversensitivity making him grit his teeth as his walls clench around Dream’s throbbing cock. Dream at this point is completely incoherent, only the suggestions of begging are almost discernible beneath broken sounds.

It’s after he’s stopped Dream’s orgasm for the seventh time, does he take Dream out, who is a collapsed, shivery mess on top of him. As he gets up from the bed, Dream blindly reaches for him, eventually gripping onto one of his biceps. “Hob,” Dream croaks, blue eyes watery and puffy, black eyeliner running.

“Behave, and I might let you come,” Hob purrs, pulling Dream in for a filthy kiss by his hair, and then leaving to put everything on in the en suite.

Next day, the soreness is pushed away with painkillers ― and the way Dream stares at him, eyes pleading and suit askew at a meeting for the family. Hob listens on with half an ear, mostly looking outside the window as he feels Dream’s gaze on him.

“Oi!” A voice hisses next to him, and Hob turns around to see Matthew ― and a cut-off, decaying finger in a ziplock bag. “Hold this.”

Sighing, he gets out his leather gloves, putting them on before handling that, turning it around to look at a tag also in the bag, only making out a vague Choron, “more dirty work?”

“Trash, actually,” Matthew says as he picks up a drink. Hob gives him an unimpressed look. “Don’t worry, I’ll handle it, I just wanted a bit of space.”

Hob goes to say something, but catches Dream’s intense stare across the way ― the way Dream’s lips have parted as they hand at his hands. “Ever wonder how they lived with that?” He asks idly, shaking the bag and bringing it up to his eye level, Dream’s gaze pinned on his hands.

Matthew chuckles, and there’s a gulp and sigh as Matthew drinks more of the middling beer usually on offer for such a fancy place as this, “badly, probably. Can’t imagine jerking off with a missing finger, poor fuck,” Matthew says with a laugh. Hob smirks, and the rest of the meeting passes uneventfully, and Hob watches as Dream squirms in his seat, heavy gaze resting on him all the while.

Meeting adjourned, Hob’s unsurprised with how fast Dream appears next to him ― although, the way Dream grabs hold of his lapels and pushes him against the corridor wall is a bit of a surprise, considering the cameras as they share heated kisses. “What brought this on?” He asks, gloved hands holding onto the other’s jaw, watching as Dream shivers, body pressing against him.

“Hob, you know why,” Dream says, tone almost desperate as he pushes his face into Hob’s hand. “Please.”

Humming, his hand trails down the other’s torso, feeling Dream press even closer as he reaches Dream’s clothed cock, his other hand going to tug Dream’s head to the side as he bites into the marks hiding under Dream’s collar. Arousal flares as Dream whimpers, squirming against him as he opens the other’s pants, leather-clad hand stroking Dream’s leaking cock.

“Yes,” Dream gasps, a pale hand gripping the back of his neck as he strokes Dream, almost no friction from pre-come getting onto the leather. “More,” Dream breathes and Hob looks up, catching sight of a goon staring at them.

“Think this is good enough for now, don’t you think?” He smirks, keeping eye contact with the shocked goon as his hand in Dream’s hair ghosts down his back to slide under Dream’s shirt, feeling him shiver and cry out. The goon seems to move out of his stupor and walks out of sight, Hob tracking him as he bites further up Dream’s neck. “After all, the only reason I’m not fucking you at this moment, is if I’m not sure if you deserve it.”

Dream lets out a pathetic sound, clutching him tighter he presses against the slit of Dream’s cock, making the other man shiver. “It won’t―that won’t happen again,” Dream pants.

Hob sighs, twisting his wrist as Dream moans, hands scrabbling desperately over his torso as it takes only a few more strokes until Dream comes. There’s a loud cry, Dream going boneless as his other hand goes to Dream’s front to pinch at pink nipples hidden under the black dress shirt. “Next time, I won’t be as nice,” he says, hand moving out of―

Until Dream grabs his wrist, and his cock, neglected, throbs as Dream licks his come off the black leather, eyes an intense dark blue as they look at him.

“Needy, aren’t you?” He rasps, Dream’s eyes fluttering shut as he continues to lick the his gloved hands, and Hob moans as Dream grabs his cock. Dream undoes his belt and zipper as his thumb presses Dream’s bottom lip, black glove and pink lips making his cock twitch before Dream gets his own hands on it, stroking it in a frenzied rush as Dream bites at his fingers, licking the palm of his hand as Hob comes with a groan.

Dream has asked him to be around his art room, looking haunted ― and Hob gets the impression he’s there for more emotional support again, which. He’s a bit out of practice with, but for Dream usually just requires being in the area, so he’s sitting in one of the plush chairs and reading a book, while Dream mixes paints and glares daggers at a canvas.

There’s a sigh, and a clatter as brushes get put down, “why do you let them do that?” Dream asks, apropos of nothing and Hob blinks, attention dragged away from his book to Dream.

“Let who do what?” He crosses his legs, placing the book down the side of the chair.

“I heard some guards talking about you. They don’t know about you.” Dream clarifies, eyes narrow as they stare at him.

“They don’t matter. And I like to operate so that people under-estimate me,” he shrugs, putting his face on his hands. “Art not co-operating today?”

Dream scowls and glares once again at the canvas, then stands up and comes over to him, hands gripping his thighs. “I read about you ― or what wasn’t heavily redacted. What did you do?”

Hob’s brows raise, and he huffs, gently pushing Dream away with his foot ― and Dream lets out a sound, blue eyes darkening as they stare at his pointed shoes. That’s always an option, Hob considers as he guides Dream onto the floor, shoe on Dream’s shoulder. Cocking his head, he thinks that Dream kneeling for him might be one of his favourite things. “A light disagreement with a former employer, nothing interesting,” he breathes.

“It said you’re to be executed on sight, from the MI6, that wasn’t redacted,” Dream scowls, trying to hold onto getting his answers. Hob hums, smirking as he puts his other leg in between Dream’s, lightly pressing onto the other’s crotch, and Dream gasps.

“The disagreement wasn’t so light, then,” he amends, feeling Dream’s cock fill under his shoe as Dream grabs onto his shin, nails digging into him.

“Hob,” Dream growls, staring up at him with blue eyes swallowed by black ― and Hob’s other shoe taps against Dream’s cheek, trailing to the other’s jaw and pulling his face up, legs loosely crossed as he does.

“Dream,” he mimics, feeling Dream shiver as he grinds his shoe into a hard cock. Hob blinks, resting his head on his hand, watching as Dream holds onto his ankles. “While you’re down there, there’s better things to do than talk about ancient history,” Hob drawls ― and Dream shivers, arching into the shoe on his groin ― and the point of the other shoe presses into Dream’s pink mouth.

“I―I don’t,” Dream whines, muffled by his shoe as he’s given him a wide-eyed look, surprise as Dream grabs onto the shoe near his mouth. There’s a whimper as Hob continues to press onto Dream’s cock, making the other man shudder and curl in on him, Dream’s nose brushing against his other shoe, cheeks flushing red.

“You don’t even have to do anything if you don’t want, which I’m sure you’ll enjoy,” he purrs, own arousal making his dick hard in his pants, and he grins as Dream moans, blue eyes glazed over as they look at him, mouth open. “Look at that,” he breathes, leaning over to grip Dream’s hair, Dream following along obediently. “Now,” he guides Dream’s face to his other shoe, still grinding into Dream’s cock as the other man whimpers. “Be a good boy and lick.”

Dream lets out a whimper, staring up at him, then to his shoe, blinking ― and there's a frisson of pleasure coiling inside at seeing a tentative lick on the top of it, blue eyes fluttering closed. There’s a broken, surprised noise as Dream kisses his shoe, hands moving to grip underneath as kisses and licks get laved upon it.

Having been roughly involved in the BDSM scene, but again. Disagreements, and yet he’s delighted to see how easily Dream falls into subspace, feeling the scrape of teeth through leather as Dream bites at the point of the shoe, sucking it and Hob shivers, dick throbbing as he watches. Licking his lips, he lifts the one on Dream’s crotch, and Dream whines, staring at him imploringly. “If you want to come, you’ll have to work for it.”

Reclining back in the chair and resting his fingers on his cheek, Dream takes a few deep breaths, blinking up at him. Dream moves forward, a hand coming to grip the ankle of the shoe that was grinding into him ― and he lets out a pleased sound as Dream starts to press against his shoe, chest arching into his leg as Dream moves up and down.

“Beautiful,” he praises, stroking Dream’s red cheek as he whines and grounds up against him, licking the top of his other shoe, and there’s only the sound of their breathing, and Dream’s whining, with leather creaking as Dream works himself towards orgasm.

Dream comes with a cry, hiding his face into Hob’s shoe as he pants, weight falling onto Hob’s legs as Dream stares up at him.

A week later, Hob enters Dream’s room, who reacts with ― embarrassment, blue eyes looking away as Dream’s face starts to redden. “What?” Dream asks, voice gruff and giving him a death glare.

“I’m going to visit a mutual friend today,” he says dryly, and Dream, hunched over a desk with a notebook, tenses as Hob pulls a gun out of the holster under his suit jacket. Refraining from rolling his eyes, he grabs the barrel of the gun, butt facing Dream as he walks up to the other man, other hand in his pants. “Remember, whose men I had to deal with to free you?”

Dream’s eyes widen, looking between the gun and his face as Hob leans against the desk. “Why now?”

“Had to make a plan, at least a bit of an effort regarding some things,” he shrugs, and now Dream looks more confused, closing his notebook. “As for this,” he rattles the gun, thumb moving to the side of it to show the shining gleam of it, “a kiss? For luck,” he says with a grin.

The other man scoffs, staring down at the barrel, “why? You don’t need it,” Dream mutters, glancing between the gun and him for a few moments. Hob raises his brows, and Dream’s lips purse before he moves forward, lips pressing onto the barrel of the gun. There’s a clack of teeth against steel as Dream grabs onto his hand, eyes dark as they stare up at him.

A pink tongue presses against the barrel and Hob takes a breath, feeling himself get half-hard as Dream pulls him down, breath almost mingling over the top of the gun― And Hob takes the gun away, putting it back in its holster, Dream’s stare heavy and Hob forces his mind back on track, that’s not filled with Dream’s delicious cries and warm skin. “Later,” he manages, voice rough as he steps back, and eventually out of the room.

#dc #the sandman #dreamling #dreamling fanfic #dream x hob #hob x dream #hob x morpheus #dream of the endless #hob gadling #writing #not sfw #oh my amoral baby of a fic i care you so much #the second part is pretty much almost done and so

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all444miles · 9 months

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— JERSEY LUV PT.2

— pairing: e42!miles x blackcoded!fem!reader — genre: suggestive but fluff — summary: attractive things Miles does that makes you fold. — a/n: TY YALL FOR 500 OMG N HAPPY LATE BDAY TO MY MAN + WE BACK W A PT TWOOOO, i folded js as hard w this one so i hope yall do too!! i do have those two fics comin in, im js posting this to keep yall entertained! mwah, enjoy !!

part 1 part 3 !

MILES MORALES that's gets mad jealous, like, maddd jealous. When he's with others, he'll always call you "my girl" so that they know you're his girlfriend. He wont hesitate to kiss you in front of smb that thinks they have a chance. p.s, they don't.

MILES MORALES that cuddles for hours and won't let you leave unless your practically dying to go to the bathroom. If you try, he'll just hold you tighter.

"Nah amor, you gon stay right here." "Miles, I-" Nuh uh."

MILES MORALES who always has you sat on his lap. he's playing games? you on his lap. y'all talking? you on his lap. y'all making out? oh, you are most definitely on his lap.

speaking of making out..

MILES MORALES who has his hands all over you when you make out. there's no place it stays, your face, your neck, your hips, waist, thighs, its always there.

MILES MORALES who likes (and you do too) to have music play while yall kiss. summer walker, kehlani, he does not care. as long as its in your playlist and its slow, he's playing it.

MILES MORALES who invites you to go the gym with him. it dont matter if you actually work out or not, he just asks so he can have you there and watch him work out. he aint gon admit it though.

"ma! im bouta go to the gym, come wit me." "baby, you know ion work out." "ian ask if you wanted to. i just want you to be with me, so come onn." "you just want me to watch you, huh?" "..mami, im not bouta ask you twice, come with me."

MILES MORALES that will happily let you borrow his clothes, there's not even much of a point of trying to steal them because he's already handed them to you.

MILES MORALES who dances bachata with you in private. he's not too much of a public dancer, but when you to are in private, it's a whole different story.

MILES MORALES who will listen to you talk about anything becuase he adores your voice with all his heart. If it's something you like, he'll buy it for you, just as a reminder than he listens.

"Go on ma, keep talking to me, I'm all ears."

MILES MORALES who grabs your waist instead of saying excuse me because he knows you like it.

MILES MORALES who has most definitely graffitied a place with both y'alls initials on it.

"awwee, my man breaking the law for me." "you like it?" "love it."

tags: @seraaphicss @laaailuh @mayeluvsu @iwannagohomesaystamaki @onginlove @sheluvv-jen @laylasbunbunny @missusmorales @thatgirlmiah @paraccosm @tinkerbelle05 @fictarian @zalayni @m4rihrts @whitejxsmine @444morales @writings-ofthe-heart

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luveline · 2 years

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smutty sunday???? uh, count me the heck in! can we get a cock-warming fic with either steve or eddie? also hope you have a lovely day!!

SMUT 18+ ONLY MDNI I missed you cock warming with Eddie <3 (cw: p in v, cockwarming, praise) | fem!reader | 1k words

"So I just… don't move?" you ask, a murmur.

Eddie noses at the side of your neck. You turn, wanting to see his face, and find his eyes creased with tiredness as you know your own are, the two of you exhausted from a long week apart. "You can shift a little if you want, but not much more than that."

You raise your hand to brush a bundle of brown curls behind his ear. His big eyes widen, and then his flush of dark lashes kiss as he squints happily.

He moves underneath you, the bulge of his cock a heat where it's pressed to your aching cunt. Neediness roils in you, a desperate pull to be close to him.

You missed him so much you'll do whatever it is he wants you to do. "It sounds fun," you say honestly.

His hands move to his hips and he pulls down his jeans enough to work his cock. You hold your weight up until he's ready, heartbeat in your cunt as he tugs your panties to the side and lines up. "Come on, sweetheart, let me fill you up. There you go, you just-" he hisses.

Your walls cling to him as you go down. You're wet with wanting from a slow hour in his lap but not entirely prepared, the stretch an amorous aching. Goosebumps erupt as you sink into him, as you let your thighs fall heavily on either side of his, spread over his cock.

"Oh, fuck," you whimper.

Eddie pushes his hands under the hem of your t-shirt, big palms hot and fingers spreading wide as he pulls your back flat to his chest. He kneads the bump of your tummy and sighs happily in your ear.

"I missed you," he says quietly. "Missed you."

"I missed you too." You don't sound half as calm as he does, breath shuddering as you get used to his size.

He rubs your clit indelicately, sloppy, broad strokes as he kisses your neck, whispering, "Missed your skin. Missed your smell… I missed having you in my lap."

"Yeah?" you ask, melting in his arms.

He hooks his chin over your shoulder. "So much. I hate when I can't just reach out and touch you."

"I know what you mean."

He kisses your cheek, a playful thing, before pulling his cock out carefully. You whine, spurring a wave of Eddie's placating shushes. He spits into his hand, pushing two careful fingers inside you and stretching, feeling along your gummy heat until he's satisfied.

He settles you back on his cock. It's just as good the first time – that stretch, the prodding of his tip into your sweet spot. For a second you forget you're not supposed to move too much and bring yourself up.

"Stay still, sweetheart."

You fall back into his lap and feel your chest rise into Eddie's waiting hand under your shirt. He cups your breast and squeezes, teasing your nipple until it's peaked and aching. He has attentive fingertips. Precise, they know their way around your body like they do his precious guitar, and he plays you the same.

Soon, your head is fuzzy with fatigue and pleasure, your entire figure languid where he's laid you out. His every moment is leisurely, and his unhurried pace only serves to tease you more.

"Can feel…" he starts, his words low and drawn out, "how wet you are, babe. Feel you dripping all over me. Can you feel that?"

You nod uselessly, turning your cheek into his chest. "Yeah I can feel it." The space where you're connected is sticky with excitement.

He moves inside you. Not a lot, but enough to know he's doing it on purpose, and the sound further evidences his point. "Feel it," he draws a line down the length of your arm, touching so lightly that it tickles, "running down n' making a mess on me. You're always messy, huh? Pretty girl, lucky I like you so much, or I'd have you clean it all up."

You shiver.

He flattens his palm and rubs away your gooseflesh, humming under his breath. "Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you? My baby just loves," he rolls his hips, "kissing on my cock. Fuck, you don't know how much I've been thinking about your kisses."

He pushes his fingertips through your mess of wetness, fingers brushing over slick curls until he's found your clit. He barely touches it, only rubs it once – though, you'd say, very lovingly – before wrapping both arms around your stomach like he had before.

"Just lying up wondering when I'd get another one."

You lift your head and twist in his hold, gaze imploring. He chuckles and kisses your pouting mouth obligingly: slow, soft kisses that build. He ebbs and you flow, trying to pour every ounce of affection, every I miss you past his parted lips.

He starts to move his hips searchingly, in time with your sluggish kiss, the press of his tongue to yours and his cock deep in your cunt a melting bliss.

Eddie breaks away and presses his nose to the side of yours, your breathing tandem. Rushed and shallow breaths.

You try, but you just can't seem to stay still any longer. You turn in his arms and he helps you rearrange your limbs until you're chest to chest, falling back onto his weeping cock with a quiet moan.

He looks blown away, close to breathlessness, shaking his head to encourage dark tangles away from his face.

"I'm gonna kiss you sick, Eds," you promise fondly, arms weaving around his neck.

"I'm counting on it." He rubs the highest point of your cheek with his thumb. "That's starting now, right?"

"Starting now," you agree, wading in.

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #x reader

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cher-rei · 1 month

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Hi👋! I was wondering if I could request a Gavi x reader fluff fic which includes this prompt “I have no idea what I’m doing. Oh God we need a real adult to take care of you”? Basically reader is sick and Gavi says the prompt. I'm new to this blog so I'm not sure if this is how you take requests. Thank you❣️

deep breaths- pablo gavi [ P.G ]

but I promise you this. I'll always look out for you [sparks- coldplay]

pairing: pablo gavi x fem!reader

summary: taking care of you when sick brings more anxiety for gavi than he'd thought.

genre(s): established relationship, fluff, slight angst

[wc: 2.2k] masterlist

notes: I was sick while writing this and I swear I felt the words float off my screen because my head was spinning like crazy. but this prompt was cute as hell so I hope you enjoy it xx

the house was empty— all the lights were still off, except for the blue hue from the swimming pool's lights that could be seen illuminating through the ceiling to floor window in the living room.

a heavy sigh left your lips when you shut the front door, your sluggish strides heavy and painful as you made your way to the couch so you could catch your breath after today's stress.

you were drowning in university work and assignments and have been staying in the library for excessive hours after classes just to get a grip on whatever was piled on you. this was the fourth time this week that you'd gotten home late which gavi wouldn't be happy about at all.

so when you saw that his car still wasn't in the driveway when you pulled up you thanked the heavens and the fact that he was still at pedri's house. he hated when you over-exerted yourself which you were prone to— being the workaholic that you were.

he never failed to give you a heartfelt scolding whenever this happened, telling you that you needed to eat, reminding you to take a break and even resorting to forcing you out of your chair just to rest with him.

but today you weren't ready for that, not with the way that your head was pounding. when you sat down on the couch a wave of relief washed over you and the urge to succumb to the tiredness sat on your chest but you couldn't fall asleep... you just needed to rest your eyes for a minute.

there was excitement in gavi's strides when he got home, wanting nothing more than to wrap his arms around you and not let go until the following day. he just missed you that much to the point where he barely said bye to pedri when he left and got straight into his car.

it was 8:24 p.m. so he knew you'd still be awake, probably in the kitchen baking something seeing as it was friday. every friday you could be caught baking something to distress yourself with a smile and the music playing while you hummed carelessly.

but that wasn't the case today because the house was eerily quiet. gavi didn't like that one bit and immediately called for you, seeing as it was dark. but when he got no response his pace quickened only to find you sprawled on the couch still with your clothes on.

not again, he thought and crouched down beside you.

"amor I'm home," he whispered and nudged you slightly, earning a disgruntled moan from you while you took a bit to wake up.

he watched you sit up with slight worry and it was clear that you hadn't planned on falling asleep judging by your confused expression as you looked around, until you were somewhat coherent.

you looked at your boyfriend with a lopsided smile. "hello baby, how was your day?"

"are you feeling okay?" he asked, brushing off your question and put a hand to your cheek. he wasn't pleased with how warm you were and moved his hand your forehead but you tried to pull it off.

you were screwed, to say the least, because you were burning up. before gavi could even say anything about the matter you pushed the fact that you were fine and tried to stand up. horrible decision. a sharp pain ran through your head and you swore you could feel it in your eye sockets.

a painful groan left your lips and immediately gavi was at your side, his hand carefully around your waist for stability in fear that you were going to fall. "oh no. I knew this was going to happen."

hear it comes.

your eyes shut tightly while gavi rambled on about you being sick, saying that you should have listened to him and not over exert yourself because he knew how bad of a toll it took on you. you loved him, but right now was not the time for a lecture.

"pablo I'm fine." you kissed the back of his hand reassuringly but he couldn't help but feel horrible. "I just need some rest okay?"

"I think you need more than just some sleep baby. this--"

you shook your head slightly, looking directly into his eyes so that he could see that you were fine. "--I'm going to take a shower and then I'm going to sleep. there's no need to worry because I'm fine, okay?"

okay? as if. gavi could see right through you and even though he played it off, the second you hopped into the shower he was already halfway to the pharmacy with his phone in hand, his mother on the line for proper instructions.

he's never actually taken care of someone when they were sick before because funny enough he was always the patient. whether it be an injury or the flu you were taking care of him and now it was his turn to be just as gentle and patient until you felt better.

his mother asked him questions in and out— how high was your temperature? were your muscles aching? were you throwing up? all questions he couldn't answer that well because he just knew that you were sick and needed medication immediately.

"uhm she's hot...? I mean she couldn't walk so I guess so. I don't think she even ate enough to be able to throw up."

the panic in his voice had his mother stressing just as much but she stayed on the line until he got back home and wished him luck because she knew just how stubborn you were when it came to being sick.

when he got home you were sleeping, your eyebrows knitted together in discomfort which made him feel horrible. how was he supposed to take care of you like this? he didn't know what he was doing at all.

but gavi pushed it aside and decided to call it a night and left the bathroom light on just in case. he crept in beside you, making sure to place a soft kiss on your forehead that had gotten significantly warmer than last he checked but he didn't bother waking you.

it didn't take long for him to fall asleep, his arm loosely wrapped around your torso and it was a miracle that he didn't wake up because of all your tossing and turning.

beads of sweat began to form on your forehead and you felt light-headed but still tried your best to at least try and sleep. but you just couldn't, not when you felt this uncomfortable and were in pain.

at some point, you got up for some water to try and soothe whatever you were feeling but then the hot flushes started, and you were struggling to breathe. you were an utter mess, dizzily making your way back to bed while the floor spun beneath you.

short of breath you leant against your bedroom door— and the bang must've been loud because gavi began to stir awake, which was the last thing you wanted. he woke up to the empty space beside him and immediately shot up, his eyes squinted due to the bathroom light being on.

you watched his blurry figure get out of bed, not able to make out what he was saying by the overwhelming feeling of pain and discomfort drowning you. gavi pulled you toward his chest, his hand lightly touching your forehead and neck.

next thing you knew, you were sitting on the bathroom floor unable to catch a proper breath because you were so overwhelmed.

gavi was panicking— his heart racing as well as his thoughts because he just didn't know what to do. the closest he'd gotten to taking care of you was when you were on your period, and his routine had already been drilled in for the past two years you've been together.

he'd have your toiletry cabinet stocked, and your snack cabinet never emptied. your heating pads were always at the ready along with your tea. and your most important necessity— him. you took refuge on his chest in your moments of pain, his hand carefully places over your stomach to soothe the pain.

but this was different. he felt useless, watching you helplessly like a lost puppy.

"it's okay amor, I'm here," he said soothingly and set you against his chest on the bathroom floor, but not even the cold tiles could soothe your increasing temperature.

you fell limp against your boyfriend but fought the urge to break down. instead, a painful groan left your lips, one that had gavi holding onto you tighter in fear.

"it hurts," you croaked while trying to steady your shaky breaths.

"what hurts hm?" it sounded as if he was on the verge of tears and that had your heart shattered. gavi was paranoid by nature, especially when it came to you. so you couldn't begin to imagine what was running through him mind right now.

you took his hand into yours and put it on your chest. "everything. everything hurts."

gavi felt your shaky breaths and sat in silence, unsure of what to say— but he needed to get you that medication immediately. it wasn't going to have an immediate effect and he'd probably have to take you to the doctor tomorrow but as long as it soothed some of your pain.

he got up from the floor as delicately as he could, watching as you tried to sit up by yourself which wasn't what he wanted. "come here, angel." he picked you up with ease, cradling your body gently as you wrapped your legs around his waist and rested your head on his shoulders.

while he walked down the stairs he wondered how you didn't pass out on them on your way to fetch that glass of water. his mind flooded with thoughts like this until he made it to the kitchen and set you down on the island.

"pablo," you said breathlessly and your boyfriend immediately got through the last of your medication and set it down beside you, a worried hum leaving his lips.

he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, and held the pills in front of you. you counted 4 and took each one as quick as possible, the water making no difference to the cooling of your temperature when it travelled down your throat.

by the time you were done, gavi had gotten a fresh cloth and began dabbing it on your neck and forehead. the two of you were enveloped in silence— your head spinning but your boyfriend's fingers resting on the small of your back, tracing small shapes on your skin beneath your shirt.

it was when you let your head rest on his shoulder that gavi felt the need to speak up, just above a whisper. "I have no idea what I'm doing right now."

your heart swelled at the sound of his half-hearted chuckle because for someone who didn't know what he was doing, he was doing a great job. he'd been so patient with you from the second he saw you lying limp on the couch. he held his composure and handled you so gently, taking the initiative and making sure that you felt at least somewhat better.

he didn't see it, but you did and were so grateful.

you left a light kiss on his neck. "don't say that amor. sure I still feel like passing out--"

"--are you serious?" he asked in shock, an upset groan leaving his mouth as he pulled away from you. "this isn't going to work."

"no baby--"

he was panicking. beating himself up for thinking that he could take care of you in this state, what did he know? he was only a child. "oh god, we need a real adult. someone who actually knows what they're doing."

you couldn't help but stifle a laugh at his rambling out of sheer panic. it was endearing in a way, your gaze softening at the innocent glint in his eyes because he was just so adorable. you urged him to calm down, your voice was soft and warm as you pulled him closer to you.

"are you not an adult, hm?" you teased with a smile and cupped his cheeks, and to your surprise, he said no without hesitation.

gavi proceeded to go on about how he still had you treating him like a baby, that you took care of him and that he was utterly useless when it came to helping you. of course, you strongly disagreed because you did feel better.

he stared into your eyes, trying to calm himself down while you reassured him. "do you not make me feel at ease? safe? comfortable? loved?" you kissed him on the cheek when he didn't reply.

"exactly, so stop being ridiculous."

gavi melted at your touch, sinking further into the crook of your neck for another moment before he took you back to bed so that you could get some sleep.

you rested your head on his chest, legs over his because you felt the need to be that close to him tonight. you felt sleep finally settle on your chest at the soothing feeling of his fingers running through your hair.

"I love you."

gavi's chest tightened at the suddenness. he shut his eyes and thanked the universe that you were in his life and kissed the top of your head. "I love you too, cariño."

#footballer imagine #fanfic #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi imagine #pablo gavi #gavi x reader #fc barcelona x reader #fc barcelona imagine #fc barcelona #pablo gavi fanfic #footballer x reader #cherrei writes #fc barca #pablo gavi fluff

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spider999sposts · 9 months

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ok if we're also throwing in cute shit, maybe reader is panicking one time and calls miguel from the room cause she dint know where their baby is and they hear giggling from the ceiling, cue their babygirl inherited papa's spider powers and now crawling on the ceiling

Spiderbaby — Miguel O'Hara

🕸genre: fluff!

🕸tags: mom!reader × dad!miguel

🕸a.n: sorry if it was too short! I love writing soft!dad!miguel sm. here is another one of my fics where Miguel is a soft dad if any of you would like to read it <3

Not 10 minutes had passed since he got up to go to the kitchen, before he heard you let out a loud scream followed by

"Miguel!"

The urgency in your voice made Miguel drop the baby bottle in his hand and rush to the living room. He left you and Gabriella playing together with some blocks to go prep a bottle for her.

You were standing in the middle of the room, a hand on the back of your neck and the other on your chest as you frantically looked around. "What is it, amor?" He asked, and you immediately started panicking. "I–I went to the bathroom and I can't find Gabi. I—I swear I just left her here." Miguel's brows furrowed, as he looked around the space around you.

Gabriella was no where to be found. No doors were open, and you had the windows and balcony closed at all time. He could hear your erratic breathing and he saw the tears well up in your eyes. You almost fell to the ground crying if it weren't for his strong arms holding you up before your legs gave out on you.

"I'm a horrible mom. I'm such a horrible mom."

"No, you aren't. She's probably hiding behind the curtains, you know how playful she is."

"I checked, I—I swear I just left her there and went to wash my hands."

"We'll find her, queirda, just—"

He helped you sit down on a nearby chair, then went off looking for her by himself. He checked every single room, behind ever single curtain and every single bed. He didn't have to look for long, because right as he entered to check his office, he heard you yell his name.

He rushed back to the living room, and you were standing at a corner, looking...up?

At the ceiling.

Then he saw it.

His 2–year old daughter was sticking to the wall with both her hands, giggling at how you were struggling to get her off the ceiling. He stood stunned at the sight, before letting his talons out for a moment so he would grab onto the wall. He sneaked towards Gabriella, gently unsticking her off the ceiling, letting his talons retreat so he wouldn't hurt her, and holding her close to his chest.

She laughed loudly, latching onto his arm. "Papa!" She giggled, showing him her hands. Her fingers had small bumps on them, which he assumed was what helping her stick to the ceiling so easily. He thanked the heavens she didn't grow talons like he did, or else you'd have a much bigger problem than just her being able to crawl around the walls. "¡Mi corazón casi se detiene, Mija!" Miguel groaned, dropping down from the ceiling with her. She pouted, and snuggled into his neck, "Papa.."

[My heart almost stopped.]

"It's fine, Gabi." He sighed, kissing her head. "Just don't—"

"Oh my god." He turned his head towards you, watching you walk away to sit down on the couch. Your cheeks were stained with tears, you had barley anytime to register. On one hand, he could see the relief washing over your features, on the other, you looked flabbergasted to what you've just witnessed. "Oh, my god, I had a spider baby."

"Spider baby?" Miguel repeated, putting Gabriella down near her building blocks, and sitting beside you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, and pulled you onto his lap, gently wiping your tears. "I did tell you there is a possibility our kid would get some of my powers."

"But I didn't think—" You buried yourself into his chest and groaned. He soothingly ran his big hands up and down your arm, kissing the top of your head. "Do you know hard it is caring for a normal baby? Let alone one that can crawl on walls."

"Let's hope she doesn't get webs then."

"Miguel!" You smacked his chest, and he laughed, "Estoy bromeando, cariño." The two of you watched your daughter innocently smack two blocks together, like she hadn't almost caused you a heart attack a few moments ago. You laid back on his chest, closing your eyes as Miguel tangled his fingers in your hair.

[I'm joking, sweetheart]

You felt a small bundle crawl on top of the couch, and place herself on your lap. Just slightly opening your eyes, you adjust Gabriella and put her on your arm. She nuzzled her head im the space between your arm and Miguel's chest. "But I wouldn't have it any other way, you know." You mumbled, kissing the top of your daughter's head. Miguel's grip tightened around you, as the three of you sat in silence, solace filling the room.

"Me, you, and our spiderbaby."

a.n: was gonna post this tmrw but it was in my drafts already so :)

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damiansgoodgirll · 9 months

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Can you write an sick fic with Damian where reader is running with a warm fever and doesnt want to get up and he takes care of her and end up in good cuddling

this video just made me realise how single i am :(

damian priest x reader

favorite job

you were curled up in your bed, covered in blankets because you were cold but feeling hotter than ever. you woke up feeling sick and you felt your head was going to explode any minute.

damian noticed you being sick the moment you started shivering a little and covered yourself with two more blankets.

“good morning beautiful” he smiled but you simply groaned “are you okay baby?” he asked, already knowing you were running a little sick.

“my head hurts��and my bones too…and my throat is sore…and my eyes are burning…” you whispered keeping your eyes closed.

damian checked your temperature, putting his hand over your forehead and gasped in shock when he felt how hot you were.

“baby…” he sadly smiled at you “i’m going to make you something to drink for your throat, and something to eat before you can take some medication…”

“not hungry…”

“don’t care mi amor, you have to eat something…” he whispered before getting up. he moved quickly, not wanting to leave you alone for too long. he went straight into the kitchen and prepared you a hot tea, knowing it always helped you with your throat and made some pancakes for you to eat, everything accompanied by two bottles of water because you needed to stay hydrated.

he took your favorite blanket from the couch too and moved back into the bedroom, carrying everything with his hands and laying all the good stuff he got you over your nightstand.

“we have pancakes and hot tea…can you sit baby?” he asked you and you tiredly nodded. he helped you putting a pillow behind your head and sat next to you.

“i probably look like shit…”

“you’re always beautiful to me baby…even with your eyes all red and your face all sweaty” he smiled at you and you smiled back “now, you’re gonna eat at least two pancakes so i can give you your medicine” he said and you nodded.

your throat hurt and it was hard eating but you did all you could, feeling a little better once your stomach was full. after that you drank your tea and you felt your throat burning less.

“very good baby…now take this” he gave you the pill and you swallowed it, helping yourself with some water.

“do you have to be somewhere today?” you asked him.

you knew you probably sounded like a child but you didn’t want to be left alone, not when you were feeling like shit.

“nowhere except this bed…” he smiled, joining you once again under the covers. he helped you laying again and he scooped you into his arms, your head on his chest as his arms wrapped you like you were a burrito. one of his hand went on your back as he gently started massaging it and you felt yourself closing your eyes again “you know…taking care of you is my favorite job” he whispered and left a few kisses over your head.

“and wrestling?” you teased him.

“oh princesa…you come first, always…” he said and you could hear the honesty in his voice.

“thank you for taking care of me…”

“i’ll always take care of you baby…always” he kissed your cheek “now…you’re gonna sleep for a few hours and once you’re feeling better we’re gonna stay in bed all day and we’re gonna watch your favourite movies, how’s that sound?”

“perfect…thank you damian, i love you so much…” you said sleepily, feeling the effect of the pill.

“te amo mi amor…” he smiled, knowing that you probably were already asleep but he didn’t care because he knew he had a lifetime with you to tell you how much he loved you.

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znerac · 10 months

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hello!! i love your fics. i was hoping for maybe a pedro x reader fic, established relationship where you are sick and he takes care of you? or visa-versa. (alt maybe you are sick on a weekend he was coming home to surprise you while he’s away filming)?

This is such a cute idea idk how i never thought of this! 😧 also so sorry i would of gotten this out sooner but i went out on vacation with like barely any service ❤️❤️

I'll also keep in mind to maybe write a ver where Pedro's sick. And sorry its a bit short :P

Anyways i Loved writing this, here ya go 🥰

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Reader. Warnings/tags: no specific gendered reader, No y/n, Petnames, fluff, Just cute stuff :) Summary: Pedro comes home to surprise his partner with a visit, But the Reader is sick and he takes his time caring for them <3

Feeling under the weather always sucked, How could it be enjoyable? Laying in bed, feeling down and crappy, And unfortunately you had come down with something. You were fevered, stuck in bed, sleeping all day and whimpering in pain from whatever you caught. It sucked enough being alone, since you had to force yourself out of bed to eat. When all you wanted to do was rest like your exhausted body asked you.

You body shivered, leaning up against the counter as you waited for the water in the kettle to boil. Wrapped up in a blanket while you attempted to feel warmer. Sighing when the kettle whisteled, and you poured yourself a cup of tea to your taste. Bringing the hot beverage to your lips and humming as it soothed your throat.

Day two of feeling like shit, what a start to the weekend. You stood in the kitchen drinking your tea, revelling in the warmth it gave you. Furrowing your brows as you heard a door open, and even heard your name. It almost sounded like-

Pedro. He walked into the kitchen with a big smile, that only faltered as he looked at you. "Oh mi amor, You don't look so good" he said, coming over to you and wrapping you in his arms. Pedro gave you a few kisses on the forehead, you groaning as you leant into it. "I thought you were filming" you hummed.

"Well, i was missing you, thought I'd surprise Mi hermosa compañera. I flew home for the weekend just for you" he says, petting your hair. "So are you not feeling well? You feel clammy" pedro asked, looking into your eyes with those brown orbs. You shook your head with a frown, which he met. "Ah, don't worry baby. I'll make you feel all better" he said with a smile, kissing your forehead again. "Go sit on the couch, pick a show you like mi amor. I'll be right out there with you"

You nodded, squeezing his hand briefly before leaving with your blanket and tea, making yourself comfortable on the couch. A show you like acompanying you. Pedro took a while, but when he came back with soup and water, and a couple of meds your heart melted.

"Awh.. You didn't have to-" you hum, taking the soup and setting it comfortably in your lap. Pedro laughs, "Well, what kind of a boyfriend would i be if i didn't take care of my partner?" he replied, handing you the meds along with the water. He sat down beside you, pulling you close.

"Thank you" you mumble, swallowing down the pills. He just nods with a smile, planting a kiss on your cheek. You shivered, a rush of cold flowing down your spine. In a quick whim to get rid of the cold, you take a couple spoon-fulls of your soup which almost immediately cures it.

On days like this you were more than thankful to have pedro. He was always willing to take care of you. And when he felt like this? You gave back just the same.

Eventually when you were done eating, pedro just pulled you into his lap and rested his head on your shoulder, littering your neck with kisses and small whisperes of his affection. Just by being with him, you felt better.

When Pedro noticed you passed out cold, he chuckled, Saying to your unconscious self affectionate words and how much he loved you. A few things that were cheesy, and others that were just him admiring you. But then he put you in his arms, got up and carried you to bed.

When he set you in, he lifted up the covers and made sure you were comfortable and warm. Crawling in and hugging you into his arms. He had no plan on going back to filming until you were better.

A/N: Usually i try not to write micro's but i was a little stumped. Sometimes cute little drabbles are good though when you need a bit of a readers-block breaker i guess.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #x reader #zaddy pedro #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fandom

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cor-obscenum · 4 months

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Did the part 1 of this fic leave you begging for more? I got you covered.

Behind the Grucifix- Part 2

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x GN reader

Summary: after getting caught red handed, you and Cardi decide to spend the night at your place. You're in the mood for more lovemaking, but he's not. How can you come to an agreement?

Tags: 18+, MDNI, smut, massages, cardiophilia, oral sex (M receiving)

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You both arrive at your apartment in silence, as the awkwardness and embarrassment over the incident you've had about an hour ago still lingers in the air. Copia has a scowl and a slight blush on his face, looking mortified over getting caught in an act that was, well, too intimate for public spaces. And you - woe is you - are so frustrated. So much pent-up arousal from being interrupted in the middle of worshiping your beloved Cardinal's body has made you quite annoyed as well.

You both sit at the sofa and you lovingly wrap an arm around Copia's shoulder, leaning on him and fiddling with the pellegrina of his cassock. How much you love that cassock, not even Freud could explain; to you, it's the sexiest garment in the world, it flatters Copia's body so well and looks more enticing than any fancy lingerie. What would you give to strip him of that cassock? Anything. However, your dear Cardinal doesn't look in the mood for that. He's staring at the floor, still embarrassed, and doesn't get the cue that you're thirsty for more, so you take the initiative.

-Amore, I wanna fuck. - you whisper seductively into his ear.

-I'm really sorry, tesorino, but ever since we got caught… And that face Secondo made at us… It totally killed my mood, you know? Maybe another time…

You reply with a disappointed "okay" and pout. Though frustrated, you empathize with him. As much as he loves you and loves to pleasure you, he has a reputation to uphold as a Cardinal, and cares a lot about his image, so it's more than understandable that such an incident upsets him so much.

-Wanna watch a movie to unwind, then? - you suggest, picking up the TV remote.

-Eh, okay. - he shrugs.

You turn on the TV, open the streaming app and choose something that looks funny and lighthearted. After a few minutes into the stupid rom-com you chose, Copia gets more comfortable on the couch and rests his back. You snuggle up to him, resting your head on his chest and sliding your hand under his pellegrina. Then the comforting sound of his heartbeat fills up your ear and guides you into that pleasurable headspace of deep relaxation and slight arousal that you always feel from hearing his little chest jewel beat. You sigh, rubbing circles into his chest with your fingertips.

Copia blushes slightly as he feels the weight of your head on his chest, and tenses up his muscles, getting into flustered mode. Hearing his heart rate go up and his breathing hitch, you smile, relishing on it for a while, then pull away from his chest and move your hands up to his shoulders, kneading them.

-Poor baby, so stressed out… - you tease him, your fingers probing the tension on his shoulders. - What about I give you a massage?

-A m-massage?! - he sputters, his face turning a bright red.

-Mhm-hm. It's a nice way to relax, isn't it? We don't have to fuck, I'll just take the tension off from your tired muscles. You work so hard, it's only fair that I help you de-stress. - you reply kindly, smiling as you watch the growing blush in his face.

-Eh… Okay… That sounds, er, nice…

-Good boy. Let's go to my room, then. - you finish, turning off the TV.

Copia timidly follows you into your room and waits sitting on the bed as you rummage through a drawer in your bedside table, finally picking up a bottle of edible massage oil. His eyes widen in surprise when he notices it in your hand.

-Amore, er, what is this? - he points to the bottle.

-Oh, it's just a little oil to make my hands slide more easily through your skin. And it smells nice, too. - you reply, uncapping the bottle and holding it close to his nose.

Hearing the word "skin" and smelling the nice strawberry-and-cream scent of the oil, Copia's heart flutters in his chest and his face turns even redder. What are you going to do to him, he wonders?

-Now let's get these work clothes off and get into relaxation mode, shall we? - you purr, unhooking the Grucifix from his chest and palming his flushed face affectionately.

-Ehh, okay…

He removes his biretta and fumbles a little as he unbuttons his cassock, his face a deep crimson. The smile on your face grows wider as you watch him slowly undress until he's only in his trousers. There it is, his beautiful torso, uncovered and ready to be massaged. You take a moment to let your eyes feast on the sight of his soft, hairy chest and his cute bulging belly, both adorably covered in freckles. You just love every single curve of your Cardinal's body, no matter how insecure he might be about it, and crave to worship his form the way it deserves.

-Well done, my handsome boy. Now lay on your tummy for me, please.

Copia takes a deep breath and complies, putting his back on display for you. You squeeze a generous amount of oil onto his lower back and start rubbing your way up to his shoulder blades, lathering his skin with the sweet-smelling product. Once he's all oiled up, you start applying gentle pressure into his flesh, kneading with your thumbs in an upward motion, feeling his muscles slowly relax as your hands work on his soft skin. He lets out a few sighs of contentment as you massage him, his shyness and stress slowly going away under your touch. Then you start feeling friskier and pull the waistline of his pants down as if trying to remove them.

-Amore?! W-what are you doing?! - he asks, startled as he feels your hands drift dangerously close to his ass.

-I'm going to massage your glutes, Cardi. - you reply coyly. - There's a lot of built up tension in there. May I?

-Well, eh, okay… - he agrees, blushing.

You pull down his pants, exposing his plump ass in all its glory, and give it a firm squeeze before kneading the soft, supple flesh. Satanas knows how long you had craved that, to put your hands on those gorgeous mounds of his and give them the attention they demanded from you. You feel up his ass to your heart's content, eliciting little mewls of pleasure from him, his growing erection uncomfortably pressed against the mattress.

Then you cannot resist the tempting roundness of those cheeks and place an affectionate, yet eager bite into one of them, your teeth sinking gently and grazing the skin as you close your mouth into a kiss. Copia whimpers, startled yet aroused by your bold move. You start trailing kisses from his ass upwards, your tongue lapping at the skin and tasting the massage oil as you make your way up. Copia bites his lip, feeling violently flustered by your teases, his heart doing a workout inside his chest. When you finally reach the nape of his neck, you pull away.

-All done here. It wasn't that bad, was it? - you chuckle, patting his back. - Now turn around and lay on your back for me to give your chest and tummy some love, okay?

Copia obliges with a breathy "okay", laying on his back so his torso and erect cock are fully exposed. You remove his trousers and underwear that were down to half his legs, leaving him entirely naked, and pour some oil on his stomach. After coating his torso with the oil, you rub a few circles around his belly button, feeling his abdomen relax under your touch and hearing him exhale, before grabbing the sides of his waist and kneading his stomach with your thumbs. Feeling your fingers massage one of his most sensitive erogenous zones, Copia moans bashfully and his hard cock starts leaking with precum. You lean down and kiss his belly button sweetly, your lips sinking into the soft flesh as you keep kneading. You place several kisses on his belly, making sure to suck a few hickeys into it, giving in to your desire to worship it like you couldn't properly do in the hallways of the Ministry. Meanwhile, your poor Cardinal feels tortured. Lovingly so, in a limbo between heaven and hell from all your teasing.

You kiss your way up to his chest, cupping his pecs with your hands and kneading the muscles with your thumbs. You make sure to linger on his nipples, stimulating them with your fingertips, earning little whimpers and curses in Italian from the poor flustered Cardinal. Pressing your palm flat on his sternum, you get butterflies on your stomach as you feel the sweet flutter of his incredibly fast heartbeat. There it is, your little jewel, pounding hard against your hand, just like that time on the hallways of the Ministry.

-Please, amore… - he mumbles, his voice shaky. - Ti prego… I wanna fuck.

-You want what? - you tease him.

- F-fuck… I wanna f-fuck…

-So you've changed your mind, hmm? - you keep teasing with a smirk.

-Yes… Yes… P-per favore, I can't stand it anymore.

Your hand deftly slides down his oiled-up body and reaches his hard cock, stroking him with increasing speed. After a few pumps, you lean down to start using your mouth, teasingly working your tongue around the head, making sure to lick every drop of precum from his slit.

Copia lets out a deep, throaty moan as he feels you licking the head of his cock, his hands clutching the blankets of your bed. He feels like his soul is convulsing its way out of his body from the sheer pleasure. Meanwhile, you dive in, taking his length into your mouth and drooling profusely as you suck hard and slowly, increasing the tempo as his reactions become more blatant. His loud moans and sighs assure you of the great job you're doing, filling the room like music to your ears. Your skilled mouth feels like warm velvet on his cock.

Your tongue wiggles and slides over his shaft, slobbering to keep his cock well lubed up. While you work with your mouth, your dominant hand cups his balls, handling them gently, then your fingertips move up to his taint where you give him a nice massage. His moans and gasps go on, boisterous. Curious, you cock your head up to take a look at his face, and boy, is that a sight to behold. The poor man is a flustered mess: beet red, sweat beading up his forehead, eyes rolling back like an anime girl, lips parted, chest heaving wildly. You never thought someone - let alone the shy, awkward Cardinal Copia - could pull an ahegao in real life, but there it was. His warm cock pulses hard and fast, like his heartbeat; there it is, his little chest jewel beating through his cock, reminding you of how much he desires you.

You hear him mumble something unintelligible when you start tasting his cum spouting from his head and hitting the roof of your mouth. You swallow it hungrily, relishing on how his warm load flows down your throat. After a few seconds still warming his cock with your mouth post-orgasm, you finally pull out, proceeding to place little kisses on his inner thighs and stomach. Then rest your head on his tummy affectionately, feeling it go up and down with his labored breathing.

#the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost bc fanfiction #cardinal copia x reader #copia x reader #cardiophilia #cardiophilia fic #my fics #my writing

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someonesmoth · 1 year

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Hiiii!!

Saw your moon knight fics and they’re amazing!! 🥹

Could you do a hurt/comfort about the boys? (Steven & Co, maybe even platonic “I’m not actually worried I just decided to take care of you cus whatever” Khonshu)

I’m thinking smth about the reader coming home from a stressful work day haha. I work 7am to 4:30 pm with like 30-40 1st graders (sometimes other grades but mostly them) so I’ve been pretty busy.

(The reader def don’t have to work in a school environment tho)

Totally get it if you’re busy and/or can’t.

Have a great day/night! 😊😊

Hey!! Waaa I’m glad you enjoyed my writing! It makes me super happy to hear that <3

Sorry for the wait and sorry if it’s a bit short, but here it is^^

Comfort after a long day at work

Marc Spector:

- he was probably figuring out his next move for his moon knight activities when you came through the door of his apartment

- those tired eyes of yours and the way you tried to suppress your yawns concerned him.

- Marc walks towards you and puts both his hands on your shoulders, “how was work today?”

- you started to give a brief synopsis into your day, making it insanely obvious today was too much for you

- he nods in understanding as he hears you, a small smile laying on his face while he runs his hands on your shoulders in comfort

- “I get it sweetheart, I have alot of those too…” reminds me of his painstakingly tiring missions.

- he left a small kiss on your forehead, “I’ll make you food tonight, you should go lay in bed for a bit.” You couldn’t even protest, you were too tired

- he held your hand to lead the way, softly laying you down, he was planning on taking care of you until you fell asleep.

- you felt a bit guilty, watching him turn on the stove.

- he looks back at you with a charming smile, “i promise I won’t burn it.”

Steven Grant

- oh my, right when you walked through the door with dragging footsteps, he went to you in a hurry

- “you’re finally back!” He grins, cue you softly leaning your body against him

- he hugs you gently, rubbing your back soothingly, “oh darling, work was rough today it seems?” You nod

- steven then pulls you back, grabbing your hand and sits you on your shared bed

- “do you want to talk about it while I make some tea? Or would you like coffee?” You say whichever of those two options and nod at the idea of talking

- he seemed happy to have you home, you work too hard sometimes and he would love for you to take a break. He’s glad he’s able to hear your worries and doubts.

- steven stands up and heads to the kitchen, “now, what has you so worn down, love?” He has a small gentle smile on his face as you start talking

Jake Lockley:

- Jake hums as you appear opening the door

-he hugs you in a firm embrace, before backing away and noticing how tired you look, “well, aren’t you a bit too happy?” He sarcastically said, a smirk lingering on his lips

- you huff, hitting him softly on the back, he lets out a small laugh, “ay mi amor, do you want me to make you something to eat?” You nod, letting go of his embrace and kissing him on the cheek without saying anything

- he rolls his eyes, “I’ll make you your favorite, so don’t be a baby.” “Jake, just cook and don’t burn the house down—“ “you know I cook the best meals in this universe, stop complaining and tell me why you came back so grumpy. Who do I have to kill-“

- you raise an eyebrow and laugh, “Jake, I’m fine really…just lots of work.” He hums in response, he is happy to hear what happened during the day, he tries to keep up with you.

“If I were you, I’d point a gun at your boss and I’d tell him to give you a break, si?” “No-“ half of the things he says are sarcastic…but you never know.

Khonshu:

- He was planning on just talking to his avatar briefly, maybe even scold him—

- he saw you walk into the room with tired movements, he stared at you with an invisible raised eyebrow

- “you look like you have been run over by a vehicle-“ you huff, rolling your eyes.

- you put your things on the floor, not minding that they were in the way, “if you came here to bother me, go away big bird.” You said, passing by him.

- he stands and stares at you, he felt a bit awkward with his tall frame standing in the small room.

- “staring into my head isn’t going to get you anywhere, khonshu.” You give him a side eye as you go to the kitchen to get a glass of water

- he softly taps his spear on the floor, carefully choosing his words to speak and not sound like a worried dad

- “I was just looking for my avatar. Have you seen Marc today?” You shook your head, “been working all day.” That’s evident by the eyebags and how messy your hair is.

- “have you gotten any sleep?” You again shook your head, “don’t have time for that.” Khonshu tilts his head a bit, “why don’t you rest now? You have come home from your duties.” “Gotta work on report cards, khonshu.” He had no idea what report cards were, he audibly sighs

- he walks closer to you, “take a break, y/n. It won’t hurt.” “If I don’t get it done-“ “your work can be done tomorrow, it is best for you to be wide awake when working so you give it your best.” You look up at khonshu, thinking he was right

- “…fine. You’re actually right this time.” “What? I am always right!” “Whatever khonshu.” You head towards your bed, getting the covers off of the bed for you to get in. You breathe in peace finally, “im surprised you stayed to give me advice, big bird.” “Y/N, close your eyes before I close them with a hit to the nose.”

- you laugh, finally going to sleep soon after. Surprisingly, khonshu grabbed the blanket you have thrown off, tucking you in carefully. He figured he’d find Marc later.

#marvel x male reader #mlm #x male reader #moon knight x male reader #gay #marc spector x male reader #steven grant x male reader #jake lockley #jake lockley x male reader #khonshu x male reader

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taiiunknown · 1 year

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All I want is You !!!

RiRi X blackReader

Y’all this fic is very much based off my favorite song by Miguel-All I want is you, I very much recommend listening to it while reading 🤷🏽‍♀️

Summary: RiRi has been being a little to friendly with her partner that she have for this project in her class, Y/n becomes suspicious bc she can tell RiRi mechanic partner like her…

Warning ⚠️: Slight Angst, name calling, cursing, light smut I think 🫢

It Was another day at MIT for me , long classes, irritating white kids, I can go on and on, but I didn’t really care that much bc I do know one person who can bring a smile on my face, RIRI WILLIAMS.

Me and RiRi have been dating for 4 months now , ik it doesn’t seem like a long time but me and her connected when I seen her.

*flashback*

We met in the school cafe, she walked up to me and was casually like “We’ve been staring at each other for a while so I thought could break the ice by getting your number and buying your coffee.” Let’s just say my head shook “yes” fast asf.

*flashback over*

As soon class was over I texted her..

Me: RiRi, baby are you busy rn ?

Mi Amor🫶🏽: kinda but you can come over if you want I kinda have company tho .

Me: oh ok that’s fine, I’ll be there in 10 minutes.

*read*

Wow she never left me on read before…

*10 minutes later at RiRi off campus apartment *

I made it to RiRi apartment and made myself comfortable on her sofa when I seen a girl come out of her guess bathroom, “oh,Hi” the girl said nervously “hey.” I said tryna be nice as possible, “oh I see y’all met already” RiRi says coming from her room with some tape in her hand. “Ya, my name is y/n btw” I said smiling 🙂 “hey I’m Aiyana” she said . A hour had passed and all heard was Aiyana giggling while looking back at me while I’m on the couch , I wanted to know what was so funny. “Y/n?”Aiyana said with a smirk “yes” my eyebrows furrowed “why is your forehead kinda big ?” She says snickering “why you so concerned?” I asked with a bit of attitude bc who tf she think she talking too 🤷🏽‍♀️ “y/n!” RiRi shouts like I did something when shawty said something to me “What ?!” I responded “she was joking so stop getting mad quick THATS why I don’t be joking with you like that bc you take everything seriously.” My mouth dropped bc wtf did I even do ? “ima just leave till you calm down” I said grabbing my things and leaving her apartment. When I got back to my car I was just thinking of how stupid both RiRi and Aiyana just sounded for some reason, like wtf .

It’s been two hours since I left RiRi apartment and she haven’t texted nor called to check on my feelings, Maybe I was doing the most ? Or maybe Aiyana planned this when she found out I was coming over.either way I’m still pissed right now .

Mi Amor🫶🏽:We need to talk, Can you come over ?

Me: Last time I was over there I was getting bullied but,Whatever

Mi Amor🫶🏽:Just please come

*20 minutes later now arriving at RiRi apartment*

“So what do you want ?” I said with a raise eyebrow bc I can’t believe RiRi didn’t take my side. “I just wanted to say that I’m so sorry,Mami I never meant to flash out on you like that.I just thought Aiyana was joking and you took it seriously but when you left she literally tried to kiss me so I had to kick her out and I felt so bad because I know your beautiful brain got the thought of her tryna hit on my anyways.Im really sorry” RiRi said holding my had, “i just feel like you don’t want me, because how fast you took up for her and flashed out on me was unbelievable.”I said shedding a tear because this was me and RiRi first little argument. “No baby don’t say that, ALL I WANT IS YOU BABY!no one smiles,or smell like you, no one makes me laugh nor do they throw down in the kitchen like you, you are everything I’ve every wanted and I’m so sorry to make you feel that way and trust me this will never happen again and I’m not hanging with that delusional bitch anymore also!”Riri said reassuring me, “I love you so much…” she said lastly while wiping the little tears that is daring to come out of my eyes “I love you too” I said slightly grinning bc she is so sweet. “Let me show you how much I love you…”RiRi said leading me to her room.

It gets a lil 🥵 spicy

“Ughhh RiRi I can’t take it babyyyy” I said with my face In RiRi pillow while she is literally drilling my shit, “uh uh take that shit,Be my good girl!” RiRi said grunting silently. “I’m so close bab-yyyyyy plea-se” I was very close and we have been going for 40 minutes now and it feels like my brain is about to explode 🤯 “Hold it baby” RiRi said while speeding up faster and faster like wtf is this bitch tryna kill me 😀 “you forgive me my baby?” RiRi said while drilling me in full speed “YES!YES!YES! Baby just plz let me cum I love you so much baby just let m-” oh shit I came With out RiRi permission,I’m sorry but I couldn’t hold it any longer… Fuck Fuck Fuck what I’m do now? RiRi slows down she pulls out and turn me facing her while Im panting lightly, “Did I tell you to cum?” RiRi said while slowly removing her clothes,I’m on the bed laid out can barely even move. I see RiRi slowly getting on top of me and opening my legs so she can be on top of me, oH fuck I’m already feeling overstimulated 🤦🏾‍♀️ . I thought she was gonna start off slow but she started off fast I guess to chase her own high “FUCK BABY THIS PUSSY FEELS SO GOOD AND WET FOR ME!” RIRI MOANED AND IT WAS MUSIC TO MY EARS EVEN THOUGH ALL THE WORDS THAT IS COMING OUT OF ME IS “AH-FUCKKKKKKKK RIRIIIII UHHHUHH” I think them the only words that is functioning in my vocabulary right now “RiRi legs began to shake while mines was already shaking like a two dollar stripper. “FUCK CUM WITH ME BABYYYY!” RiRi shouted and I did what I was told 🤷🏽‍♀️. After being fucked senseless,Riri ran both of us a bath and she had to help be to the restroom bc my legs felt like jelly and I’m pretty sure I couldn’t feel my pu-, anywhoooo. After that RiRi changed the sheets while I’m still in the tub relaxing bc she told me to rest my legs and let my body soak while she put on her clothes for bed and find me clothes also. Minutes passed and we was both in bed cuddled up, “I love you so much yk?” I said slowly falling asleep “ik you was screaming it for a hour mami”she said smirking “you better be glad I’m sore bc I would’ve slapped you” I said giggling bc she was right 💀

“I love you too,Mami never for get that” RiRi said while I’m already knock tf out 😭

The End!

#riri williams #riri x oc #shuri x riri #riri x reader #iron heart #wakanda forever

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X-Files Collector’s Edition: Amor Fati(gue) AUs

Part 2 is here, baby! Woo! Amor Fati canon-divergent-and-AUs time!

Loose chronological timeline below~.

Canon-Divergent Fics

Maria Nicole’s Off Center

“Once, she had fallen before him, her lips forming the word, "you," as she fell, contempt in her closing eyes. Before her gaze, he had felt unnerved and guilty, although he had not betrayed her, although what he had done, he had done to save her.

The guilt was worse now that he had betrayed her, betrayed both of them, and her eyes did not close this time as she accused both him and Diana Fowley of being liars.””

Skinner is forced to work against Scully as she prepares to leave for Africa. His guilt is intensified when Scully catches on and withdraws all trust.

@greekowl87′s (Ao3)

Kisses Are Meant to Be Distracting

““Scully disappeared back out to his apartment. She could hear the shower turning on and could swear she could also hear him ‘Walking on Sunshine’ off-key. She bit her lip and smiled to herself. Despite her initial confusion on where to turn, she recalled Mulder’s words…his touchstone, his constant…and for the first time in their seven years, she had never been happier. Granted his situation warranted that they stay slow with their new development, but it wouldn’t be their thing if it didn’t go slow.””

Mulder’s recovery is sweetened by his budding relationship with Scully.

Voices in the Dark

““Mulder?”

“You hated me. You said I gave up. You left me. I deserved it too.”

“Mulder…” Like a ghost, she maneuvered herself so they were looking at each other face to face. “Look at me.” Their eyes met. In the nightlight from the street lights below, Scully could see Mulder’s own tears. “Oh, Mulder.””

Mulder finally opens up about his vision; and Scully immediately dispels any loathsome thoughts he has about himself by affirming her loyalty and love.

@bluesamutra/bluesamutra’s una via

““Go outside,” she says nudging Dana’s hip, “Bill has been on his best behavior but I’m sure Fox came to spend time with you, not your brothers.”

Dana presses a kiss on her forehead and rises from the arm of the chair.

“Thanks Mom,” she murmurs.

Moments later, Margaret watches as Dana picks her way carefully across the lawn in those perilously high-heels she insists on wearing, her black overcoat wrapped tightly around her. The sky is darkening rapidly, the far end of the garden where the lawn gives way to trees and the Patapsco River beyond, almost completely obscured. Snow has begun to fall, swirling around and glowing in the glare from the coach lanterns.””

Post recovery, Mulder joins Scully for Christmas and gets involved in family bonding, saving Matthew from dramatically drowning late at night, winning Bill’s respect, and soaking up acceptance and love.

AUs

Diana Alexander’s Kaleidoscope Visions

““Not really, Scully, if you think about it. If the mind has received so much information that it's incapable of receiving more, it does one of two things. It either represses it or takes it into an arena that it can handle. Apparently this is the arena where our minds agreed that we could handle.””

Scully is still in Africa... but somehow can communicate with Mulder via telepathy. He, of course, has a theory.

Shoshana’s

Guardian Angel

““I had been asleep most of the last forty-eight hours, finally knocked out by the barbiturates in my system. They had found no signs of a tumor, just signs of extremely abnormal brain function, as yet unexplained. I am blown away by the grasp Mrs. Scully has of the situation; she is rattling off every detail with an authoritative poise that I have only seen in her daughter's demeanor.

I make no attempt to speak, just nodding my head occasionally to show that I am indeed listening and comprehending every word of her monologue.””

Mulder’s pain disspiates after Scully kicks Diana out and leaves him in the care of her mother and TLG. He blearily waits for her return from Africa.

Safe Haven

““I tell the guys to just wait a couple minutes while I grab a wheelchair and enter Mulder's private room, a room I had fought hard to get him, along with a treatment plan that included fewer drugs and fewer unwelcome visitors. Banning Diana Fowley may have been seen as the actions of a jealous woman, but I was still not convinced that she hadn't exacerbated his condition by slipping some drug into his bloodstream. I could see right through her concern. I knew she still worked for the Consortium, whatever still remained of it.””

Scully returns from Africa, victorious-- hailed by TLG, and sneak-hugged by an incredibly happy Mulder.

Gwendolyn’s Temporary Shelter

““It isn't proximity, then? You're hearing thoughts from people further away?" It was a new twist she hadn't even considered before.

"Not exactly." He wore the enigmatic expression he donned when he was holding some new mystery close to him, unwilling to share.

"Then what?" she asked.

"I don't think we're necessarily the only ones here."

Scully springs Mulder from the hospital to hide out in Africa, hoping to secure his safety while she digs for answers. In his isolation, Mulder uncovers the journal of a woman whose fate was also tied up in the mystery of the buried spaceship.

Amatia’s Midnight on the Firing Line

““I've seen this before, in Russia. Look, if you don't believe me, fine. But Agent Mulder must, because that's my name on your hand."

Skinner sighed, and nodded. Krycek filled the syringe, and injected it into the IV bag of saline. He handed Skinner the other bottle. "You've got to do it again when they replace the IV."

Skinner slid the bottle into his pocket, and looked down at Mulder, who was becoming more aware. "Agent Mulder?" he asked.

"Krycek's gotta get out of here," Mulder said, his voice raspy. "Diana's coming."

Mulder breaks out of the hospital with the help of Skinner and Krycek; but unfortunately, no one is ever truly “free” with the Syndicate right behind.

@atths--twice’s (Ao3, Alt. Ao3, FFN)

A Slightly Different Path - Chapter 3 - Constant Love

““After she left, he felt so alone, his mind buzzing. He had more nightmares, not wanting to rely solely on the painkillers to help him sleep. He would call her sobbing, needing to hear her voice, to know she was not dead, her blood running across the floor as he had just dreamt. Or her face blue from choking, or her body only bones and found in a shallow grave.

She took every call, talking to him until he stopped crying, telling him repeatedly that she was there and she was okay.””

Mulder is tortured by nightmares as he slowly recovers; but his reflection through his trauma gives him a beautiful analogy for his (*gasp*) wife Scully.

While recovering, Mulder’s continuous nightmares enable him to fully translate his newfound contentment to his (*gasp*) secret wife Scully. Peace is achieved.

Sarah Segretti’s (Ao3) A Less Certain World (Ao3)

“"No, Mulder. I looked. I know your scars. I saw nothing new. And your blood work in the hospital showed nothing I considered unusual." So I escaped Skinner's fate, then. "What, then?" My voice wobbles. Her eyes are still full. "I'm afraid -" And so am I, because that’s the second time today she’s admitted to an emotion she never admits she has - "I'm afraid the enhanced brain activity and the medications and the tests may have caused -" She stops, licks her lips, takes a breath. Her voice is very small. "Brain damage." Everything goes white and silent for a moment. Was this what it was like for her to hear the word "cancer"? She’s still talking - about having me tested, about finally taking me to a neurologist or two, how she should have done this before but I was in no mental shape - and her words slide past me like drops of rain down a windshield. Nothing sticks except those two words.””

Mulder’s sluggish recovery is shaken when Scully finally confesses that she, TLG, and Skinner performed remote brain surgery via the Biogenesis map, which gave him permanent brain damage. He begins to drown in fear, PTSD, and the implications of aliens blueprinting his genome while Scully scrambles to aid the newly-formed Resistance and reconfigure a cure for Mulder.

Magnifique! This fic isn’t about the bigger plot happening in the background: it’s about Mulder’s trauma in the face of irrevocable change and fear that he will lose his self-identity, too.

fxthisit’s You’re It

““What’s there to talk about?” She got her coat, “I’m not abandoning you, Mulder, if you are worried about that. I don’t know about you, but my priority has always been my work and the X-files.” She started heading out the room before turning around at the doorway, regarding Mulder with a look. “We’re partners, Mulder. I still got your back. I’ll see you tomorrow morning at the scene,” she turned around and walked away, leaving Mulder dazed with only the receding sound of her heels....””

Apparently, fate decided not to give Scully a break. Diana’s alive, and hands Mulder a vague “I’m better now” excuse... which he tries to make Scully accept. Instead, she gently withdraws, redraws lines, and continues her work... which almost leads her to her death.

(And while Diana not being dead is a big fat bummer to end this list on, it IS in loose chronological order soooooo... format integrity!)

Enjoy!

#txf #x-files #xf fanfic #fic #Collector's Edition #Amor Fati(gue) ii #AUs #Maria Nicole #greekowl87 #bluesamutra #Diana Alexander #Shoshana #Gwendolyn #Amatia #ATTHS--Twice #Sarah Segretti #fxthisit #mine

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Lovin’ Kind

Chapter 12

Pairing: Riff x Latina!

Summary: It’s the night after the rumble and there’s a bit of catching up to do. As well as plans for the future for everyone involved.

A/N: This will be our final chapter. Next update will be our epilogue. As we end Lovin’ Kind I want to say again Thank you so much to everyone who has taken the time to read and interact with this story. I’ve worked so hard on it and this has been my baby since February. Do not fear as I will try to post more one shots still expanding in this world a tad more as well as writing other fics. Thank you for the millionth time and enjoy Chapter 12!!!

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Morning after the Rumble

Catalina Pov

The body next to me begins to stir around resulting in my head being removed from his chest to my pillow waking me up slowly. “Mmm..Riff?”, my sleepy voice musters. “Shh baby it’s okay go back to sleep.”, his voice quiet and husky.

“Come back my pillow.”, with my eyes still closed my arm tries to find him to pull his body back; he chuckles. “I wasn’t going anywhere girly girl just sitting up.”, his arms pull me close. “But, I want you here.”.

We lay in bed a little longer fiddling with each other’s fingers until a soft knock hits my door knocking us out of our bubble. “Mija, voy a hacer algunos recados. Tony esta abriendo (I am going to run a few errands. Tony is opening.)”, my Tia explains to me; giving us a look of “don’t do anything stupid”.

“Ten cuidado. Nos vemos luego. Te amo Tia (Be careful. See you soon. I love you Tia)”, a smile decorates my features as she walks off.

“So umm what’s happening?”, Riff asks with a laugh. “She’s going out for the morning and Tony is opening the store.”, I explain. “Oh so you mean it’s just us back here?”, a small smirk creeps upon his lips. “Yeah pretty much also means I don’t have to go out so early.”, my body relaxes again. Soft hums escape my lips and notice the evil wheels turning in my boyfriends head.

I have a few options here; I could 1) play dumb, 2) go along with him, or 3) tease him a bit along the way…..

“Y’know girly girl I ain’t got many plans for today.”, his arms snake around my body closing any and all space between us. “Good for you mi amor. I, unfortunately have some stuff to do this afternoon so you’re gonna have to find a way to occupy yourself.”, I gently pat his cheek. “I have a few ideas of how to occupy myself now? Ima go with the flow kind of guy.”, his voice low and sultry.

“Damn sucks to suck i’m more of a planner type. You should know that by now mi amor.”, my tone very airy with an exaggerated sigh as my body tries to roll out of bed. I am quickly pulled back and pinned under my boyfriends lanky body. “What if I say that I plan to spend a few hours out of the morning with ya before you gotta head out.”, he whispers into my ear before softly kissing the skin of my neck.

Trying my best to hold back my sounds I gently run a hand down his already bare chest since he never put his shirt back on last night. I can feel a smirk spread across his lips against my skin while his free hand that isn’t holding himself up runs up my thigh giving a slight squeeze.

“Riff we can’t what if Tony comes back here and sees us.”, I manage through the pleasure taking over my body. “He knows i’m here, he wouldn't dare girly girl”, he quickly states before connecting our lips.

The kiss is passionate and full of want for the other. My fingers tangled into the back of his hair while his hands explored my body gently sitting me up not breaking the connection to remove my slip dress tossing it onto the ground.

Choosing to take a little control I move my lips down his jawline to his neck and down his chest resulting in soft hums from his lips while I remove his jeans and briefs to join the rest of the clothes; he lays us back down kissing down my body taking in every inch he possibly could.

“Please Riff.”, I nearly beg wanting to be as close as we could. “Patience my love.”, his voice soft; eyes creating an adoring connection with mine. “Let’s just be here together.”, he adds before continuing to place soft kisses down my chest to my thighs causing me butterflies.

Whispering small praises between each kiss whether it be a compliment or declaration of his love. My breath quickens the closer he gets to the most desperate part of me remembering all the little things from our last time together he earns a soft moan from me.

Using that as a confidence booster his lips begin to leave love bites along my hips and thighs. He quickly gets up grabbing protection before going back to work. Connecting our lips once more in a desperate, loving kiss allowing our moment to continue. Filled with entanglement, an overwhelming attraction met with deep emotional connection, and desire within every motion. Pleasure overcame us both following the end of our time together.

I lay my head gently against his chest while his arms snake around my body not wanting to let me go. After placing a soft kiss against my head he whispers, “Ahora y siempre”. “I love you so much Riff. You may be a pain in the ass sometimes. But you’re my pain in the ass.”, my voice giggly. “Well I wouldn’t be me if I wasn’t a pain or smart ass. It’s in my nature girly-girl.”, he chuckles.

“I should probably get ready for the day I have a few things to take care of with Tony watching the shop.”, I sigh not wanting to leave our bubble; clearly he felt the same way as he let out a disgruntled sound of annoyance. “Come on mi amor.”, my tone amused.

“Fine, fine , I guess , if I have to. But, this means you owe me extra cuddle time tonight.”, his voices matter-of-factly. “Whatever you say.”, I giggle, getting myself dressed for the day. “Hey maybe…after everything last night we could finally have a picnic out in the open? Less worries of someone seeing us I know we will still have questioning looks but, I really don’t give a fuck.” He rambles.

“I’d love that. I’ll meet you at the park around two?”, my smiles widening by the second. “Sounds perfect.”.

After helping me reset my room so there was no evidence left behind we both went our separate ways for the day with a quick peck on the lips.

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Riff Pov

Watching Alta leave left a bittersweet feeling in my stomach even with our plans this afternoon part of me was still terrified for her safety especially with last nights events. “Buddy boy are ya listenin’?”, Tony nudges me. “Huh? Oh uh no I wasn’t what ya say?”, I shake my head focusing on my best friend.

“I was saying we need to talk about last night.”, he repeats. “You took care of it..right?”, I question in a hushed tone. “Yeah I took care of it. That’s not what I wanted to talk to you about.”, he reassures me. “Okay.”, I state plainly.

“It’s about the Jets..”, he voice lingering. “Is everyone okay?”, worry clear in my words wondering if something happened while I was lost in my bubble with Altagracia.

“Yeah everyone’s fine. We need to talk about the future of the Jets and what it means for all us with this Sharks business behind us.” He explains. “Us?”, my tone confused.

“You know i’ve always loved the Jets I just couldn’t be involved after the whole getting arrested thing. But, if we aren’t going around causing mayhem anymore I don’t see why I couldn’t make the Jet thing work while staying with Maria same with you and Alta right?”, he babbles on.

“Did you talk to Maria about it after last night?”, I ask. “I wanted to see where your head was at first.”, he admits fiddling with the candy in the candy jar. “Since you got back i’ve been wanting ya back in the gang Superman y’know that. Honestly, since we all went our separate ways last night I hadn’t given the Jets future a single thought bein’ worried about Alta and all.”, with a quick shrug of my shoulders my body carries me over to a chair.

“If I come back we can’t be running ‘round causing trouble. Now, we ain’t model citizens by any means but, no more rumbles.”, his tone was serious. “Think without a common enemy the gang will last? Face it none-a-us have good families we are a family. They are all I have left.”.

I truly hadn’t given much thought to a life without Jets because I didn’t want that, they are my brothers why would I give that up.

“They aren’t all you have Batman. You got me and Altagracia ain’t she worth something? When you look at her don’t you see something brighter? Can’t you see beyond all-a-this…just you and her because I see it everytime I look into Maria’s big, beautiful, brown eyes.”, he hums in satisfaction.

“Not saying I don’t but, she has you, Valentina, the Sharks she could be happy without me if worse came to worst. I can't lose them both.”, worry fills my words.

“First of all, she ain’t leaving ya if she ain’t run off after all this bullshit she’s yours for life. As for the guys if they want to stay they will, all we can do as their leaders is make sure that they know the door is always open to them. No matter what.”, Tony has always been a bit more of a sap than I ever been.

“So this all mean you’re a Jet again?”, hope clear in my voice. “When you’re a Jet…”, his tone giddy. “You’re a Jet all the way.”, I finish with equal enthusiasm.

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Catalina Pov

My knuckles lay a soft knock upon Anita’s apartment door wanting to check in on everyone after the Rumble. Bernardo is this one to greet me at door, purple bruises decorate his now swollen features…damn it Tony. “Alta que haces aqui? (what are you doing here?)”, he asks gesturing me inside. “Vine a verlos a ustedes. (I came to check on you guys.)”, I answer honestly attempting to hide any nerves.

“Is Tony okay? He dropped me off and I haven’t heard from him?”, Maria asks me earning a disapproving look from Bernardo before walking into the room housing more Sharks. “Yeah he’s fine. Valentina had him open this morning.”, I speak quietly; she nods.

“Alta can we talk?”, A bruised, sorrowful Junior captures my attention. I nod while Maria gestures towards her room allowing us privacy, my feet carry me into the room, Junior right behind me. “Que pasa?”, my voice breaking the ice.

“I want to say i’m sorry. Tenías razón en todo lo que dijiste. It wasn’t our trauma to deal with. It was yours instead of going after the Jets in your defense we should’ve been with you. Asegurarse de que estaba bien o ver lo que podíamos hacer para que se sintiera mejor.”, his words were genuine and full of regret.

“Junior, after what happened all I wanted was to be alone at least for a while. Checking on me could’ve gone multiple ways. Pero el esfuerzo no habría pasado desapercibido. Gracias..for apologizing. I also owe you an apology. I allowed Bernardo to play match maker even though I had feelings for someone else. Whether I wanted to admit that or not it was wrong to accept an invitation to the dance with you. It gave not just Bernardo false hope but also you and you didn’t deserve that.”, I choose my words carefully carrying a candid tone.

“It’s okay Alta. I just hate you being mad at me…no me gusta.”, he rubs the back of his neck nervously. “I’m not mad anymore least not at you and i’m not gonna ask you to accept the Jets or even Riff and Tony into your life but, if you’re going to part of my life then you have to understand that Riff is a big part of it same with Tony he is my best friend and Maria loves him. Please Junior..”, my voice is soft.

“I do understand and I know Nardo does too, he is just stubborn.”, Junior opens his arms for an embrace. “Next person on the list to talk to.”, a small smile decorates my features as I complete the hug. We stayed there for a few seconds before pulling away and exiting the room.

“Anita, nunca lo dije anoche, pero gracias por lo que dijiste.”, a grateful tone present in my voice. “I know what love looks like. May not approve of the man but, it’s yours and Maria’s life.”, she gives me a reassuring smile before hugging me. Bernardo joins our embrace pulling Maria with us.

“Las amo mucho las chicas y eso nunca cambiará. Puede que no siempre estemos de acuerdo, pero somos familia. (I love you girls very much. And that will never change. We may not always agree but we are family.)”, His voice strong and filled with compassion.

“Gracias Nardo.”, my smile grows and my grip gets tighter on mi familia.

“I have to go take care of a few things but, I hear the school is planning an end of summer dance in a month, we have to go fabric shopping.”, I wink at the girls, give the rest of the guys a polite loving smile before making my exit.

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Valentina Pov

After running errands I return to Doc’s in a good mood with a cream cheese sandwich on raisin-bread in hand to split with my niece. “Buenas tardes Valentina!”, Tony is giddy; Riff standing with him. “Hola chicos. Como están?”, I place my items onto the counter.

“Don’t know what ya said but, we are just dandy.”, Riff chirps earning a small laugh from me. “Catalina should be back soon so why don’t you guys go off and do whatever you do without causing trouble and Ill take over the store.”, my voiced spirited ushering them out.

“You sure?”, Tony inquires. “Si, si it’s a beautiful day. You go and enjoy it. I need to talk to Alta when she gets here anyway.”, I get myself situated behind the counter. “Just a warning i’m sure she will tell ya but, we got a date later.”, Riff adds to the conversation.

“Okay, okay. Just be careful and don’t stay out too late.”, my voice stern. “Yes ma’am”, he salutes before walking out of the store with Tony. “Bye Valentina thank you!”.

The juke hums a soft tune throughout the store as I stock up what Tony hadn’t finished. Altagracia comes into my mind memories of her little self prancing, and gliding across the floor to the music her Mama and I would play while cleaning.

She has grown into such a beautiful woman, ever since she was a little girl independence was a huge part of her personality, along with creativity, being strong minded and overall just loving life. Always wanting to share that with those she cared about, Tony has been supportive of that since day one.

Those two crazy kids have had each other’s backs since they met and that never changed even when he went away. Tony hasn’t always made the best choices but, anytime it came to Altagracia he never thought twice about keeping her safe and doing the right thing.

I like to believe Riff does the same for her especially now. Now I’ve never liked him but, she seems to have changed him in a way and he accepts it even embraces it at times. I have to trust her judgement, she’s never steered herself wrong.

The ringing of the bell knocks me out of my thoughts. “Hola Tia, como están?”, my niece asks me, wearing a bright, wide smile. “Muy buen niña, por que tan feliz?”, I ask with a small laugh, giving her a hug. “Las cosas son mejores tía “, her voice full of life. I give her a questioning look wanting a little more information.

“ So last night……..rumble…..Diesel……Riff stepped in front of a gun to save me…..Tony and Maria…..Nardo and Riff came to an agreement….I spoke with Junior this morning…..we talked things out…..apologies….and now I’m here.”, was all I managed to pull out of the telenovela that was apparently the last 24 hours. “Aye mija.”, I breathe taking a seat.

“I know it’s a lot. Though it was all very scary and eventful I mean it’s all working out. Riff and I are supposed to do a picnic in the park this afternoon, us two in public with daylight. Can you imagine Valentina? It seems insane to think about. I mean our relationship will not be accepted by everyone but, we’ve made it through all this stuff and I love him so much. I’m willing to work through anything and everything with him…he feels the same way at least I hope he does.”, she was lost in her own little world.

“Oh mija you know I’ve always had my problems with Riff but, I have seen how he looks at you. You’re right, not everyone will accept you guys and it’s going to be a hard road god knows what Doc and I endured. Anyone can see you two are perfect for each other and I believe you two can make it.”, my arms pull her into a loving embrace.

“Gracias tia.”, she sniffles. “He really stepped in front of a gun for you?”,I inquire. “Si, Diesel pointed it at me and Riff followed. I slapped him later on though then proceeded to give him some affection right after. Told him he was stupid for trying to get himself killed it would have hurt too much…”, she explains;her energy dying down given the topic.

“See he’d do anything for you.”, I rub her back gently. “I know Tia.”, a sniffle following her words. “Oh mi niña. Te quiero mucho. You have grown into such a beautiful women and I am so proud of you. I know tu mamá would be too.”, my words consoling her.

“Gracias tía. I am who I am because of you, everything I know is because of you, if you hadn’t cared for me after she died who knows where I would’ve ended up.”, a grateful tone within her words.

“Te quiero mucho mi niña.”, I place a soft kiss on her head. “Let me do the stocking on the top shelf before I go.”, she jumps onto the ladder filling up the top shelves with our inventory. The image of the little girl returns to my mind as I watch her.

She hops off once she finishes, “Alright, off to meet Riff. I will see you later. Te amo Valentina.”, with a quick embrace she is out the door.

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Catalina Pov

Sitting in the park awaiting Riff’s arrival I looked around at all the couples and families surrounding the area. I imagine the day where Riff and I could bring our kids here to play, have a picnic maybe even with Tony and Maria. What a dream. I’m just glad that last night ended the way it did god knows what could’ve happened.

“Hey pretty girl, is that spot next to ya taken?”, My boyfriend knocks me from my fantasy with a cheeky grin.

“Well you see sir I’m waiting for my boyfriend.”, a smirk creeps onto my face. “I guess it’s your lucky day cause I believe that that role belongs to me.”, his lanky body plops down next to mine resulting in a giggle from me.

“How were your errands?”, he asks me, beginning to pull out some food from the diner. “The errands went perfect actually.”, my tone cheerful; I grab my half of the sandwich.

“Wha you haf ta do?”, his mouth full of food. “I went to check on Maria and Anita.”, I giggle. “Are they okay?”, the question genuine. “Yes they are. A few of the Sharks were there too, I spoke with Junior..”, my words linger. “Oh?”, nervousness hidden in his voice.

“He apologized for what happened with Baby John. Then I apologized for accepting his invitation to the dance.”, I response truthfully; my hand reaching over to his. “You never wanted to go to the dance with him?”, our fingers intertwine.

I shake my head, “Whether I was ready to admit it or not by then I had started feeling different towards you. But you were taking Grazi though I didn’t discourage you, I guess part of me went with him to make you jealous.”.

“I will admit it did work. Dancin’ with Grazi wasn’t like with you hell, I spent most of that night spinning her every which way just to keep an eye on you.”, he admits. “Well thats all in the past. I’m just glad I was able to make things right with them, they may not support all my choices but, they are my family.”, my gaze meets his.

“The Jets are mine. We won’t be causing problems anymore even Tony has agreed to come back as long as don’t do nothin’ wrong. Please don’t make me choose, they are all I have left.”, he pleads.

“Mi amor, I’m not going anywhere, what do I need to do to prove to you that I am yours and you are mine.”, I cup his cheeks. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s that I don’t trust myself not to fuck this up. I can’t lose the Jets and you okay.”, an benevolent tone present.

“You’re not gonna lose either one of us. Those guys worship you, you’re their leader and I’m sorry for making you choose.”, the words sympathetic.

“You wanted me to choose because we were being terrible to them, your people. I get why you did it but, if all is better now I shouldn’t have to.”, looking at him in this moment it reminded me of that little boy he was when he lost his mom, frightened and lonely.

“You don’t have to. Neither of us does okay? Regardless of our families, or pasts, it's you and me Riff. If we can make it through all of this, we can survive anything mi amor.”, I connect our lips in a soft kiss lasting only a few seconds.

“I cross my heart it will all be better.”, a smile decorating his features. “Tony’s a Jet again?”, I inquire. “Long as we keep things civil, yeah.”, he nods. “Hopefully I won’t have to play nurse anymore.”, I pat his cheek and resume eating my food.

In the middle of our picnic we notice a couple familiar faces across the way. “Aye I found ‘em!, a voice yells, capturing the rest of the group. We soon realize a small group of Jets heading our way, Riff’s instincts push him to move in front of me, a way of protection.

“What’s going on guys? If it’s Jet business I’m with my girl and we can talk about it later.”, he demanded. “Actually we are here to talk to Kitty- I mean Catalina.”, Mouthpiece says.

“Whatever you guys have to say to her you can say to me.”, Riff stands up, keeping me behind him. “It’s okay mi amor.”, keeping my head up I begin to take a few steps forward.

“Ki-Cat-Catalina we want to say that uh we are sorry for the Cat jokes.”, Mouthpiece manages. “Yeah what he said.”, Action backs up his friend. “Yup.”, Balkan adds. “What game ya guys playin’?”, Riff jumps in.

“Nothin’. Now obviously not all the Jets agreed to this but, if what ya said last night was true and we’re backin’ off that should include your girl. No more Cat jokes. We also know Diesel will never apologize for what he did but, we wanted you to know that none of us had anything to do with that though we didn’t do anything to stop it.”, Mouthpiece explains.

“Thank you for what you said about Diesel but, I’ve moved on and take it day by day. Why don’t we just do the same about the names. No one is to say that you guys will accept Riff and I but, this is a step in the right direction. Thank you for the apology..”, my voice filled with complex emotion. “Day by day..ya picked a smart one buddy boy.”, Action pats Riff’s back.

“We will let ya get back to you’re whatever this is, maybe we'll see ya at the courts later.”, Balkan says, pulling the other two alongside him.

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Riff Pov

“Well that was interesting to say the least.”, Altagrcia’s tone was as confused as my thoughts. “Yeah, definitely interesting. Yet oddly enough, from those three I believe it. They have always the nicer ones outta us troublemakers. More followers than leaders they may have never always agreed with our bullshit but, went along with it anyway.”, I explain watching them walk away.

“No sense in wondering why the sudden change of heart. Like I told them day by day, besides actions speak louder than words. They apologized, which is admirable. Now let’s see how well this change actually goes and what else they do about it.”, she says, snaking her arms around my neck.

My hands immediately gravitate to her waist pulling her close to me. “I love you so much, girly girl.”, my words were loving. “I love you more mi amor.”, she smiles. “Ya know Action was right I did pick a smart one.”, I chuckle. “I have my moments.”, her giggles join mine.

We finish our food and just talk, taking in some of the weird stares we get from those passing us by. Seeing them whisper about us, the image of a white man especially me with a Puerto Rican girl showing and giving her the love she deserves. “You know we could always go back to Doc’s if you want.”, Altagracia looks at me sweetly.

“No, it’s a beautiful day out and I wanna share this day my beautiful girl. No matter what anyone else thinks or says about it.”, I smile. Her smile grows and she closes all space between us, crashing her lips onto mine. I instantly reciprocate her actions, keeping her close to me not giving a fuck who saw us.

The sun had begun to set and Alta had gotten cold by the time we decided to head back. “Hey, you should go to the courts. Play with the guys, I could use some ‘me’ time maybe draw or just talk with Valentina you can always come back later tonight.”, she stops me outside Doc’s. “Are you sure?”, I ask, holding her hands.

“Of course I am. Then you can come back tonight and we will just have to make up for lost time again.”, she winks, placing a soft kiss on my cheek before going into the store.

A smirk takes over my features as I watch her go about her life before leaving to the courts. On my way there I think about everything that has happened and how lucky I am to have my girl and the Jets. It’s been a while since I played a game with them I’m sure Baby John could use a teammate.

“Hey there’s our leader!”, Balkan yells. “What’s up guys! Who is ready to get their ass whooped in basketball!”, my tone and attitude playfully,my competitive . “Yeah right Riff! You be on Baby Johns team he could use the help.”, Mouthpiece guffaws. “Come on let’s do this!”, I high five the Baby Jet.

The game begins and we play till the darkest part of night.

But only one thought laid in the back of mind, that I had a place..NO a person to go home to. One day we will have our own place to call home but no matter what my home is wherever she is.

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robininthelabyrinth · 3 years

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Same universe as the one where LXC kills JGY on a boat to not-Japan. JRS-centric as he grows up in the Nie clan and deals with his reputation as an inbred son of a traitorous bastard.

so I don't think I've ever written a fic in which LXC kills JGY on a boat, and definitely not one where JRS is a character? I mean, I've written a lot of fics, so possibly I did and I forgot, but I'm pretty sure about this one.

That being said, I don't think I've gotten any Jin Rusong prompts before so I'm reinterpreting this to be a prompt for a fic about JRS growing up in the Nie clan. Fic below!

ao3

Nothing ventured, nothing gained, Nie Huaisang reminded himself. Risk is proportionate with reward. Your spine should be made of steel, just as your saber is.

He licked his lips, thought of his brother who had loved him, and threw himself forward with tears in his eyes.

“Oh, gongzi!” he blubbered. “Can you help me? I’ve gotten completelylost, I don’t even know where to begin –”

Xue Yang blinked at him, the lids of his eyes moving slowly like a reptile.

“Maybe you know where my san-ge is? Lianfeng-zun?”

The feeling of immediate threat lessened. It seemed he’d gambled right, and the rabid dog that was Xue Yang could still be controlled by reference to Jin Guangyao.

“I’d really appreciate it if you could just give me some guidance on where to find him,” Nie Huaisang said, lowering his voice confidentially. “I’d be sure to pay you back! If there’s anything you want –”

“Do you have any snacks?” Xue Yang asked.

Nie Huaisang, who had come prepared based on the rumors he’d painstakingly collected, produced some dragons’ beard candy.

“Not bad,” Xue Yang said. “Okay, sure.”

Nie Huaisang smiled, and even meant it.

“Hey, good-for-nothing,” Xue Yang said, and Nie Huaisang turned to look at his least favorite but nevertheless highly useful source of information in Lanling Jin. The fact that Xue Yang had no idea that he was functioning as such just made it more satisfactory. “You like kids, right?”

Nie Huaisang blinked. “Yes?” he hazarded, not so much because he actually did – he’d never had strong feelings about children one way or the other, though perhaps he was being presumptuous in thinking that the reference did not involve goats – but because that seemed to be the answer Xue Yang was looking for.

Xue Yang wrinkled his nose in distaste, though not, Nie Huaisang thought, at him.

“Theoretically,” he said, and he wouldn’t know ‘theoretical’ if it hit him in the face, “if there were, I don’t know, a whole bunch of them hanging around somewhere without parents, you’d be able to do something about that, right? Especially if they had a talent for cultivation?”

It took only a moment to piece together what must have happened to lead to such a question, given the ruthlessness of the cultivation world and of Jin Guangyao in particular, and Nie Huaisang marveled briefly at the idea that Xue Yang might draw a moral line in the sand over something. Presumably he felt some kinship to the children, being similarly utterly infantile, amoral, and fond of sweet things.

“Oh sure!” he said, playing up the brainless idiot who didn’t know to ask questions. “My sect is always recruiting, you know. We took some losses in the war and, well, I feel like adult cultivators aren’t really all that interestedin joining ever since I took over…”

“Because you’re a waste of space,” Xue Yang said, and Nie Huaisang pouted at him. “Whatever, the important thing is that you have space for kids. Orphans. Think, like, a whole orphanage getting shut down or whatever – anyway, not important. You’d take them back to Qinghe, right?”

“Oh, that would be so wonderful!” Nie Huaisang clapped. “That would suit everyone, wouldn’t it? They don’t have to worry about the children, and we get new disciples. I should tell san-ge – no, on second thought, he might be too busy –”

“Definitely too busy,” Xue Yang said quickly. “Wouldn’t it be nice to accomplish something yourself? You could casually show him that your numbers went up at the end of the month instead so he gives you the credit, without explaining that it’s kids making up the increase.”

“That’s a great idea! He’ll be much more impressed by that, I should definitely do that. Where is the orphanage?”

“…uh, in the forest. The back forest.”

You couldn’t come up with a better lie?

“You already brought them here?” Nie Huaisang asked, batting his eyelashes. “You’re so nice, Xue-xiong! I’ll go tell my second in command to go deal with it right away!”

It was in the fifth round of kids getting picked up – small cultivation clans being massacred and there was nothing Nie Huaisang could do about it, because there was either no evidence or else Jin Guangyao had come up with some motive to justify his actions and, inevitably, Lan Xichen would be there behind him, soothing over tempers and providing explanations because he believed him, every time – that something unusual happened.

“Sect Leader Nie,” one of his most trusted subordinates murmured into his ear. “There’s a problem.”

Nie Huaisang found a reason to leave the party early, a reason to go to the rendezvous point, and, once there, found the reason for the problem.

“Oh, hey there,” he said with a smile fixed onto his face by sheer force of willpower, crouching down to make himself seem less intimidating. Not that he was ever particularly intimidating, though given the rage coursing through his veins right now, he thought he might be able to pull it off if he tried. “What a lucky chance! It’s so funny, finding you here, Songsong. How are you?”

Jin Rusong wiped his eyes and looked tearily at him, recognized that the person asking was his Little Uncle Nie, and threw himself into Nie Huaisang’s arms with a howl.

This was pretty typical – Jin Rusong wasn’t much of a crier, but when he did he definitely took Nie Huaisang as his model, something all the other adults in the cultivation world had a tendency to give Nie Huaisang dirty looks over.

The only problem here, of course, was that Jin Rusong was dead.

Or, rather…he was supposed to be dead.

And if Jin Rusong was here – here, in the rendezvous point where Xue Yang put those of his prospective victims that happened to be a little too young for even him to stomach killing, at least without the personal grudge that had driven him to slaughter the Chang clan in its entirety – that meant only one thing.

Jin Guangyao had ordered his own son to be murdered.

Through demonic cultivation, no less, which was a pretty nasty way to go. There was a reason everyone implicitly countenanced Jiang Cheng’s vendetta against demonic cultivators no matter where they were, even when he ignored all territory lines and forgot to not ask for permission – the things a demonic cultivator gone bad could do were just so much worse than what anyone else could that they couldn’t risk any delay in dealing with the problem.

Well, shit, Nie Huaisang thought, even as he comforted Jin Rusong, petting the toddler’s back to try to get him to calm down. What do I do now?

“There has to be a reason,” Nie Huaisang insisted. “He’s not rabid. Songsong was his son!”

“Sect Leader Nie, we can’t find anything that might explain it.”

“Look harder. I don’t care how minor it is, I want to know everythingto do with Songsong. Every little detail – every person who saw him – every medical report, every compliment, every good grade –”

“He placed last in one of his classes,” one of his spies volunteered.

“What?”

“He placed last in one of his classes. About two months before his ‘assassination’, and shortly before his father started collecting evidence against the other sects that were in his way, which he later used to ‘prove’ that they had been involved in the alleged murder.”

“He wouldn’t kill his son for failing a class,” one of the others objected. “The kid’s barely more than a baby. What’s he expecting, genius from birth?”

“He’s a genius himself. Why not?”

“If everyone inherited everything directly from their parents, he’d be a whore.”

“He’d be a Jin. They’ve all got that nose, every one of them…”

“I heard he’s having the other Jin bastards killed. All of them, even the women…”

Something snapped in Nie Huaisang’s hands.

They all turned to look at him.

“Investigate Qin Su,” he said, looking down at the mess of wood and paper that had once been a fan. “Come to think of it, she has a Jin nose, too.”

“I don’t want to go!”

“I don’t want you to go, either,” Nie Huaisang said, feeling tired and also much more in sympathy with his poor older brother than he’d ever been while Nie Mingjue had been alive. “But you disobeyed me, and that means we don’t have a choice. You have to go.”

Nie Songsong looked down at the ground, his lip quivering. “I didn’t mean to…”

“You did,” Nie Huaisang said. “You have to own your decisions, Songsong. You can’t take them back once they’re done, no matter what the consequences. Not even if you feel bad, but definitely not because you feel bad for having to pay for what you did.”

“But…”

“No, Songsong. You cannot be in the Unclean Realm when – when he’s here.”

Nie Songsong hung his head.

“He’s not your father anymore,” Nie Huaisang said. “You know that, right?”

Nie Songsong nodded.

Nie Huaisang sighed and held out his hands, and his arms were full of a teary-eyed child a moment later.

“He loved you once,” Nie Huaisang murmured into his child’s hair. “I love you now. I wish I could give you more than that – I wish I could give you an answer, tell you why he didn’t love you enough to keep from doing what he did. But I can’t. All I can do…”

Is what I’m already doing.

“You’re enough, er-ge,” Nie Songsong whispered back. “You’re enough. I promise.”

“When will I get to go night-hunting?”

“You go night-hunting all the time,” Nie Huaisang grumbled. “You’re a fraction my age, and already my height, my weight, yet you wield a saber like my brother was around to raise you properly. You’re ruining my reputation, you know; now no one will believe that my incompetence comes from how short I am…”

“Not night-hunting with the rest of the sect, er-ge,” Nie Songsong said, rolling his eyes. “With other juniors!”

“Not long now,” Nie Huaisang said, looking down at the paper beneath his hands. It was all finally coming together. “Not long now. Just give er-ge a little more time to finish taking care of matters for da-ge, and you’ll be able to go night-hunting with anyone you like.”

“Er-ge! Are you all right? You look so pale…”

“I’m sorry,” Nie Huaisang whispered. “Songsong – I’m sorry. I’m so sorry –”

“What happened? Are you injured?” Nie Songsong demanded, already starting to pat him over, looking for wounds. “Er-ge, what’s wrong –”

“Your mother’s dead.”

Nie Songsong’s hands stilled.

“I told her about your heritage,” Nie Huaisang said, his lips numb. He’d never tried to hide it from Nie Songsong, although he’d introduced the subject very gradually and only once he thought that he’d be able to handle the revelation. “About your father – your grandfather. What they did. I wanted her to be angry at him, to turn against him, to distract him…instead, she killed herself.”

“Er-ge…”

“I shouldn’t have told her. If I knew –”

“Er-ge.”

“I should have brought her in earlier – told her about you surviving – I kept her from you for years –”

“Er-ge!”

Nie Huaisang looked at the child he had raised as a little brother the way his older brother had raised him, a father in everything but name, and who he had the constant feeling of having failed.

He wondered, as he always did, whether his brother had felt the same about him.

“Er-ge, it’s all right,” his little brother, his adopted son, said, and took his hands in his. “It’s all right. You tried, remember? Time after time, you tried to talk to her, but every single time you concluded that she would’ve told her husband instead of trusting you. She would’ve ruined everything. If she did that, I’d be dead all over again, and you with me.”

That had been what Nie Huaisang had concluded. That was why he’d never told her.

But…

“She’s your mother.”

“And you’re my er-ge. As long as you don’t die on me, too, it’ll be all right. Okay? It’ll be all right. It’ll be worth it in the end.”

Nie Huaisang shook his head. He’d already done so much, caused so much chaos and strife, and yet this moment – this was the step too far.

This was the first time he realized that he wasn’t sure he believed that it would be worth it anymore.

But by now…what else was left to do? There were no ways out of the plan he’d made himself; he’d designed it that way on purpose, because he’d known that if there was a way out, that snake would find a way to slither through it. He just hadn’t thought that he would be the one looking for it.

It didn’t matter.

He had to keep going.

His older brother deserved it, even if the younger one didn’t.

“I represent the Nie sect,” the young man – just about their age, though shorter than either of them – said with a smile. He seemed kind, gentle and polite, easy-going, but Lan Jingyi and Lan Sizhui looked at each other, and then at Jin Ling, who just scowled. “Can I come in?”

“Were you even invited?” Jin Ling asked in bitten off words. He was still bitter about some of the things that had happened in the Guayin Temple a month before, and of all them the one he was most bitter about was his second uncle’s retreat into seclusion – they were all upset about that.

“But it’s a discussion conference,” the young man said, blinking in confusion. “We’re a Great Sect. Why wouldn’t we be invited?”

In the face of such profound ignorance, there really wasn’t very much they could say, and eventually Lan Sizhui stepped forward with a smile, welcoming the young man – Nie Songsong, he introduced himself – into the Cloud Recesses.

Everything seemed fine for a little while. Lan Sizhui was able to talk to the people in charge of arranging juniors into finding another place for Nie Songsong to stay, although it would be a little delayed – Nie Songsong assured them that there was no issue – and as recompense they even showed him, at his request, a few of the main landmarks.

And then they turned around and their guest had disappeared.

“I knew he was up to no good!” Jin Ling exclaimed.

“Don’t jump to conclusions,” Lan Sizhui told him.

“I’m with Jin Ling,” Lan Jingyi said. “He seemed so nice and understated – just like you know –”

“Don’t talk about my little uncle,” Jin Ling hissed at him. “I know it’s true, but just – don’t, okay?”

“We should find where he went,” Lan Sizhui decided.

It took them a while, but in the end they found him in the most unexpected place: in the rooms their sect leader had chosen for his seclusion, sitting on the bed with Lan Xichen’s head on his shoulder, sobbing as if his heart had been broken.

“What are you doing?” Lan Sizhui exclaimed, unnerved even out of his own habitual politeness.

“I came to greet my uncle,” Nie Songsong said, his manner just as gentle and polite as it had been from the beginning, although it was now evident that he was as stubborn as a rock and not easy-going at all.

“Your uncle?” Lan Jingyi gaped. “How can he be your uncle?”

“You’re Sect Leader Nie’s son!” Jin Ling accused.

“I’m Sect Leader Nie’s little brother by adoption,” Nie Songsong corrected. “It’s through my father that he’s my uncle – and you my cousin, I suppose.”

“Your – father?”

“Oh, yes. My birth name, you see,” Nie Songsong said, “was Jin Rusong.”

“Why did you choose to reveal yourself?” Lan Sizhui asked. “Given that everyone knows – well –”

Nie Songsong finished the character he was writing and put down his brush. “Wondering if you should let it be known that you were born with the surname Wen?”

Lan Sizhui jerked in surprise, then flushed. “How did you – that didn’t come out in Guanyin Temple.”

“No, I knew it before,” Nie Songsong said. “My er-ge is very clever, you know.”

“Yes, I suppose I do...why do you call him brother? Shouldn’t he be uncle, or – or –”

“Uncle is probably right,” Nie Songsong said. “But he raised me like a son, just as his brother did for him.”

Lan Sizhui looked down at his hands.

“Why did he publicly reveal your background, knowing that you were still around?” he asked again. “Everyone will know. Who your father was, all those terrible things he did, his relationship with your mother –”

“Why shouldn’t he? He did do all those things, and he did have that relationship with my mother.”

“But what about you? What about your reputation –”

“Are you planning on sweeping Wen Ruohan’s grave?”

Lan Sizhui stared at him.

“He’s your grandfather, isn’t he?” Nie Songsong looked calmly back at him. “Who he was, all those terrible things he did –”

“That’s nothing to do with me!”

“And the crimes of my father are nothing to do with me. My er-ge gave me his surname, just as Hanguang-jun gave you his, and for the same reason – to cut us off from the sins of our original family.”

“I suppose that’s true. But – no one knew about you, just as no one knew about me until I told them, and I only told them because they were my friends. Why’d you tell us? Aren’t you worried we’d tell more people?”

“Of course I am,” Nie Songsong said. “I hope you don’t, of course, but you would’ve found out regardless – second uncle wasn’t exactly subtle in his grief. And I had to tell him.”

“Why? To bring him out of seclusion?” Lan Sizhui hesitated. “Do you care so much for him?”

“Of course not. The last time I met him, I was a small child, and my father was just about to order me murdered; that’s not much of a basis to build a relationship. But having him lock himself away like that, as if he were in mourning…it hurt er-ge. And I won’t let anything hurt my er-ge. Anything, or anyone.”

They looked at each other for a long moment.

“I understand,” Lan Sizhui said.

“I’m glad you do,” Nie Songsong said, and then smiled. “I would’ve had to escalate to threats next, and I’m given to understand that I’m too short to really pull them off properly.”

Lan Sizhui snorted. “I think we’ve all learned that that’snot true.”

“Should we talk about this?” Jin Ling asked, arms crossed over his chest and glaring.

“What do you want to talk about?” Nie Songsong replied.

“How about the fact that your father tried to kill me?”

“Sure. Can we talk about the fact that you got all of his affection for years and years after he tried to kill me?”

Jin Ling blanched.

“I wonder if he would’ve gotten me a dog, too,” Nie Songsong mused. “I was too young for that when he ordered his demonic cultivator to feed me to fierce corpses and have my body ravaged until it was barely recognizable…but sure, let’s talk about how he tried to kill you.”

“I was talking about Sect Leader Nie!”

“Well, then, you should have been more specific. Sect Leader Nie’s my brother, not my father.”

“He’s a whole generation older than you!”

“My little uncle, then.”

Jin Ling flinched. “That’s worse. Go back to calling him your brother.”

Nie Songsong shrugged. “Would it help if we fought?”

“…what?”

“It makes me feel better, sometimes. Besides, I may be short, but I’m pretty good with the saber. I bet I could match your sword…maybe not your arrows. But I’ve always wanted to try.”

Jin Ling looked at him suspiciously for a long moment.

“Okay,” he finally said. “Sure. Why not?”

“I really hate that you’re kind of cool,” Lan Jingyi told him.

“I am so cool,” Nie Songsong said, and passed him another jar of wine. “Want to see my spring book collection?”

“…yes please.”

“Thank you for taking care of him,” Lan Xichen said to Nie Huaisang, who shrugged. “I’m sorry that you couldn’t trust me to help.”

“It’s only what I should have done,” Nie Huaisang said, not for the first time. He’d said it so often these past few days that it felt like a new refrain, an alternative to the old I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know. He preferred the original. “I was his little uncle, remember? I held him on his first month party. How could I do any less?”

He did not say that Lan Xichen, who could be classified as Jin Rusong’s older uncle, had done much less, but from Lan Xichen’s expression, he’d taken it that way anyway.

“You never…” Lan Xichen hesitated. “Did you ever have any – concerns?”

“That he’d turn out an idiot? No. I figured he’d be in good company, with me.”

“That’s not what I meant!”

“Oh, you meant whether I was worried that he’d grow up longing for his blood family over his adopted family and turn against me in favor of his real father?” Nie Huaisang asked mildly. “No, not really. The memory of your father ordering you to be mauled by fierce corpses and to make sure your face is destroyed so that there’s a reason to refuse to let your mother see the body, as it would only upset her, is a fairly effective panacea against things like that.”

“No,” Lan Xichen said, though he looked sick all over again at the reminder of how considerate Jin Guangyao could be when it came to those he thought of as people, and how monstrous he was towards those he didn’t. “No, just – your brother always took such a hard line against the Wen sect…”

“Because they were raised with the philosophy that they were superior to the rest of us and my brother purposefully made himself into the symbol of their fallibility, thereby making himself and all the rest of us the primary target for their traumatic realization that they’re just as weak and vulnerable as everyone else,” Nie Huaisang said, rolling his eyes. “Our Nie sect cultivators were always especially targeted whenever we were captured – our survival rate as prisoners of war was less than half all the other sects, and it wasn’t just because we were usually more injured when we got caught. Even the civilians surnamed Wen would pull out knives and try to stab us in the back if they had half a chance! We were in a blood feud with them, er-ge. You don’t put down blood feuds just like that, not even if you want to. That’s not how it works.”

Lan Xichen nodded slowly, thoughtful.

“Anyway, Songsong is mine now,” Nie Huaisang said. “Just as Lan Sizhui is your brother’s, and Jin Ling Jiang Cheng’s. Can’t we all just agree to not care about the rest?”

“I suppose we have to,” Lan Xichen said, bowing his head. “Huaisang…did you ever think about what happens now? I mean – what should we do next?”

“I don’t know,” Nie Huaisang said, and smiled humorlessly when Lan Xichen looked at him. “I’m not joking. I didn’t know what to do when I got Songsong for the first time, er-ge, and I don’t know what to do now, either. I just wanted to see justice done for my da-ge, and I did, and for the rest – I don’t know.”

“That’s fine,” Lan Xichen said. “I don’t know, either.”

Nothing ventured, nothing gained, Nie Huaisang thought. Spine as steel as your saber.

“Would you like to come visit the Unclean Realm sometime?” he asked, pretending to be casual. “Perhaps we can figure out what we don’t know together. If you like.”

“…perhaps I will,” Lan Xichen said.

#mdzs #nie huaisang #xue yang #lan xichen #jin rusong #jin ling #lan sizhui #lan jingyi #my fic #my fics #nothing ventured nothing gained

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I have been craving a fic where Pedro is a fetish photographer, with a dark room and all where he processes his photos after sessions with his partners. Asking you to contort yourself into all kinds of positions for him, dressing you up and down how he likes according to his vision, etc.... 😩

I know you aren’t accepting requests at this time but I thought I’d throw this out there just in case it sparks any inspiration for you 🤧🤧

Ohhhhh my sweet God this is filthy.

I love it.

P.S. Please correct my Spanish if you see that it's wrong (I am sure something is wrong so I apologize in advance). Thank you!!!

Please see the following NSFW image to picture the scene. Click at your own risk.

It was cold. A whole lot colder than you initially anticipated. It wasn’t so much the lack of clothing on your body as it was the floor. More particularly, the floor that was now wet due to the water Pedro poured over your skin. You were breathing heavily, taking in every small sounds ringing through the room. You shivered when you felt a finger skim down your back, trying to look around but failing to catch even the softest of lights. He wrapped the band so cleverly around your eyes.

“Allá vamos, qué chica más guapa.” There we go, such a pretty girl.

You felt goosebumps rise on your skin when Pedro leaned down and caressed your cheeks. His fingers stayed on your lips for a second longer before he stood up and stepped away. A moment later, the sound of a flash went off and you made a fist with your hand to try and calm yourself

It wasn’t like this was the first time. Far from it. But there was something about those days where he wanted to tie you up naked. Those were your favorite days. He would be so careful with you, always checking to make sure that you were comfortable before he placed you in whatever position he wanted. Today, however, was different. Unlike the previous times, he chose something simple and elegant. Instead of binding every part of you, he chose a few, one of which had you moaning his name like a whore when he moved it around just a little.

“P-Pedro.”

“I’m here mi flor, what do you need?” He asked as he continued to snap away with his camera, the sound of the flash turning you on what more than it should. You heard him walk around you and knew he was staring at your ass.

“I- do I look okay?”

“Oh honey, you are the prettiest fucking sight in the world.” His words made you whimper and you rested your cheek on the floor again to calm the heat.

“The things you do to me…” Pedro whispered as he kneeled behind you and slipped his finger underneath the rope he passed through your legs. You tried to move closer to him but lightly slapped your ass, letting you know to stay where you are.

“This cunt is begging for my touch, begging to be fucked and bred until it’s full of me. Fuck.” You bite your lip as you feel him slip his fingers into your cunt, jumping in surprise when the camera goes off. To think that he had thousands of pictures of you, kneeling and submissive in front of him, made your pussy clench around nothing. Pedro saw the way you reacted to him and laughed to himself. As much as he enjoyed this, he was glad that you were liking it as much as him, if not more.

“Déjame probarlo.” Let me have a taste.

You gasp against the floor when you feel his tongue pass over the rope pressed right against your slit, the filthy action making you wish he could just take you right then and there.

“Pedro please…oh god- please.”

“The taste of you mi amor…it’s like nothing I’ve ever had.” Pedro growls as he stands up and takes more pictures, enjoying the way you continued to shake the more he touched and kissed you. When he was sure you couldn’t wait anymore, he set the camera in front of you and clicked on the red button on the side, coming around you and kneeling slowly behind you.

“P-Pedro?”

“You’ve been so good to me baby…such an obedient little sweetheart, and good girls get to cum. Are you ready for me love? Because I’m about to fuck you till you can’t remember anything but my name. So if you need me to slow down, just say “lens.” But if you’re ready for me, I’m going to take care of you. Fuck…you’re so fucking sexy. Please baby, tell me.”

“I- I’m ready. Green, so fucking green Pedro just- can you…can you please take the blindfold off? S-so I can see you?” Pedro takes the fabric off in a second and you blink a few times before you look back at him.

When you see how unhinged he looks, you gulp and try to scoot back towards him.

“Before we start hermosa, can you do one last thing for me?” Pedro asks as he unzips his pants and rolls them down his thighs.

“Anything Pedro.”

“Mira la cámara.” Look at the camera.

#pedro pascal #pedro pacal/reader #pedro pascal x reader #rpf #pedro pascal rpf #oh my god #this was fun #i hope yall like it #drabble

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I Want You - A Din Djarin Story

Author’s Note: Hey there, internet friends. So I had an ask from my friend @hdlynnslibrary that I can’ find to save my life. Luckily, I wrote it down! “Hi Kat! My darling! I must admit to feeling #horny okay? Soooo what about a prompt for my fav space man Din? Like maybe with an #inexperienced reader?” Oh Heather, my love, ask and you shall receive! What started out as a little somethin became 14 pages, double spaced, 12 point Times New Roman font. So my darling, I hope you enjoy this Din x reader fic, it was made with LOTS of love <3

Warnings: SMUT, there is definately sexy times going on over here, all aboard the horny train, leaving the station as we speak. Choo-fuckin-choo! Also, language because I am me and since I was born and raised in Boston and I have been swearing like a goddamn sailor since, well, ever lol. Oh, and there’s a slight breeding kink, just an FYI. I’m sorry, it just all came out and I couldn’t help it and Din Djarin wants his clan to expand, okay?

Thank you to all who read, like, comment, reblog, etc. It warms my heart that you all are enjoying my work. Please let me know what you think of this one :-)

You had been traveling with Din on the Razor Crest for the past year or so. He found you on Arvala-7, working alongside Kuiil. You were good with your hands, fast with a blaster, and most importantly, you connected with the Child. From the second that kid saw you, he decided that you were his. He was the largest reason that you were here right now. How anyone could resist those big eyes, his floppy ears, and that cute baby smile. He turned your heart to putty.

Your days were spent mostly on the Crest, keeping an eye on the little one and tending to the ship the best you could. The baby required a fair bit of effort, but you didn’t mind; he had become like your own child without you even realizing it.

Somewhere along the way, you had become closer with the Mandalorian that you traveled with. Clipped sentences became more extended conversations as you gently urged him out of his shell. Soon, he became curious about you, asking all sorts of unimportant questions, ranging from where you grew up to what your favorite color was. Dinners alone with the kid turned into Mando joining you, lifting his helmet ever so slightly so that he could take a sip of the broth you made or a bite of the ration pack you heated up. Every time he did this, you made sure to keep your eyes on your plate, never wanting to disrespect his Creed in any way.

As the months progressed, your feelings for one stoic Mandalorian grew. You caught yourself lingering in the cockpit more when after you put the little one down at night. You also caught yourself staring on more than one occasion, and you knew for a fact that Mando saw you, too. How could you not stare at that imposing figure that you shared a home with? The duality of the man was awe-inspiring, to be sure. He was a fearsome warrior, and you had witnessed his prowess first hand many a time. He brought bounties in nonstop, always jetting off to the next one before the last quarry had been frozen away in carbonite for a day. And then there was the gentleness that he had with the baby. You could tell that this was his first time taking care of another person by himself. Sometimes he was a bit rough around the edges, but he did try his best. He was learning how to be the best parent he could for the kid, and watching that play out warmed your heart.

Often times, when he took the kid up to the cockpit so that you could use the refresher and wash the day away, you could hear him up there talking to the kid gently. Sometimes he speaks in Basic; other times, he speaks in what you assume is Mando’a. Every once in a while, you hear him sing the baby a lullaby on those restless nights where nothing seems to calm that sweet baby down. The first time you heard him sing softly to the kid, you knew that you loved him.

You never felt right acting on your feelings; you didn’t know how he thought about you. Also, you were terrified of making a fool of yourself. Truth be told, you have never been in a man’s bed before. The life of a refugee of the Empire didn’t leave much time for amorous encounters. By the time you found Kuiil, all you wanted was to keep your head down and do your work. If you happened to meet someone along the way, fantastic, but you had more pressing matters to attend to, like surviving in the desert.

That all changed one night when you least expected it. Mando had taken the kid to soothe him and put him to sleep, so you took the opportunity to use the fresher. You had been working hard that day, repairing areas of the Crest that needed maintenance while juggling an inquisitive little one. You took your time, relishing the way that the water felt against your bare skin, the warmth seeping into your muscles and soothing your bones. You wouldn’t tell anyone, but you viewed water as a gift from the Maker itself. For the first time in your life, you didn’t have to scrounge and save every last drop. You’d never had the luxury of using actual water the bathe daily; you’d never been in the financial position to have such a thing. For the Galaxy working class, a sonic was the best you could hope for most of the time. It cleansed the body of dirt and grime just fine, but it wasn’t pleasant like water was.

In all honesty, your idea of a luxuriously long shower was well under ten minutes, but it was a dream come true for you. After you were clean and smelling of the fresh soap that you used, it was time for you to get out. You grabbed the small towel, drying your body, and then reached for your clothes. Your hands floundered around a bit until you realized that you had inadvertently forgotten to bring a new pair of clothes or your sleep shirt in with you. You had been in too much of a rush to hand off the baby and get just a few moments to yourself.

You groaned at your flightiness. Kriff, that only left you with two options: you could either put your dirty clothes back on, or you could try to make your way back to your sleeping quarters wrapped in this tiny ass towel. Neither option particularly appealed to you, but your desire for cleanliness finally won out.

You gathered up your belongings and quietly opened the refresher door, careful not to be too loud. It usually took a bit of time to calm the baby down enough for him to go to sleep, and you didn’t want to interrupt that process. The lights in the hold were dimmed, leaving you with the ability only to see a few steps in front of you.

Unfortunately, your quest to be stealthy was in vain. You had forgotten that you had moved a particular toolbox during your work project this morning. Said toolbox ended up being placed right where you could smack your little toe on it. You yelped in pain, dropping everything in your arms in favor of hopping up and down on one foot and clutching the other in your hands. This caused the towel to also fall to the ground, leaving you bare. A noise drew your attention up, and your eyes met a helmet, staring right back. Mando was standing right in front of you, apparently drawn by the noise.

You dropped your foot, standing up straight, eyes wide in shock. You didn’t move; you barely breathed. Your mind was short-circuiting, and you didn’t even have the sense to pick up your towel off the ground. Your body was overflowing with embarrassment, horror, and- was that arousal? Stars, you were standing here, completely bare, across from the Mandalorian who has every inch of himself covered.

Ever so slowly, he reached down and grabbed the towel you had dropped, carefully wrapping it back around you. His hand accidentally brushed your breast, causing you to suck in a breath of surprise. He murmured his apologies, beginning to withdraw his hands, but you were faster. You reached out, stilling his retreating hands and placing them back on your body. You wanted this, you wanted him, and you wanted to make sure that he knew it.

He tilted his helmet curiously, waiting for you to give him a prompt. He took in your labored breathing, your increased heart rate, the way you bit your lip. Your eyes met his visor, and he could barely even see your eye color because your pupils were so blown with lust and desire. He groaned a deep, low sound in his chest at your obvious reaction to his presence.

“What do you want, sweet girl?” he ground out, trying to keep himself in check.

You moved your hands, gently cradling his helmet where his cheeks would be, breathing in his scent swirling so close to you. You could smell the blaster residue, the leather, the metal of his beskar, the soap you both used in the shower, and that smell that was uniquely his. You’d never get tired of it, not in this life or the next.

“I want you,” was your reply. “Touch me, Mando, please.”

“Din,” came his reply, almost in a whisper, as if it was something sacred.

You frowned, your nose scrunched up in confusion. You studied this helmet, eyes searching for answers.

“My name, it’s Din. Din Djarin.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock, eyes wide with confusion. You knew the sacredness of a name in this Galaxy. Stars, you hadn’t even told him your own name for a solid three months. The only reason he had found out was because he overheard you talking to the kid one day. A name was even more sacred to a Mandalorian. It was precious, something to be guarded with the utmost care. You’d never even wagered that he’d give it to you, ever.

“You can use it, but with just me and the kid around. No one else gets to know it, no one but you.”

You nodded, understanding just how much it had taken for him to tell you. His name was a gift, something that you would keep close and cherish.

“Din,” you spoke the Mandalorian’s name for the first time, testing it on your tongue, relishing the taste of it in your mouth. It was a good name, a solid name, a name fitting for the warrior before you. “Din Djarin, a beautiful name.”

Hearing his name in your mouth set Din’s soul on fire. The way you spoke it, the way you had considered it and acknowledged the importance of what he had just given you, it made him want to hear it again and again. He wanted to listen to you moan his name in ecstasy, begging him for more, begging him for pleasure. He wanted to hear you yell it, mutter it, say it in everyday conversation. He wanted to hear his name drip from your lips for the rest of his life.

That night was the first time he took you and gave you pleasure. You had come on his tongue and fingers three times before you were strung out and exhausted. You fell asleep in his bunk wrapped tightly in his arms. That was two months ago.

You still had yet to take him fully, to allow him to be inside of you. You had admitted that you were nervous, that you had no experience to work off of. Din had been nothing but patient and kind, never pressuring you into anything that you weren’t comfortable with. He had told you that, “We have all the time in the world, sweet girl. There’s no need to rush.” You believed him wholeheartedly, but in the past weeks, you had found yourself wanting more. Sure, you were still frightened, you didn’t know what you were doing, but that burn and ache inside of you kept getting more intense as the days went by. You know that Din would take care of you.

It’s been a rough day, and that’s an understatement. You helped with the bounty this time because the information you were given indicated that this quarry was heavily guarded. Mando couldn’t say no to an extra blaster covering his ass. Thankfully, this mission was on Tatooine, meaning that you could leave the little one with Peli. Maker knows that woman loves your little green bean; how could she not? Green bean loves her right back and seems to be particularly fond of the pit droids. You think it has something to do with the fact that he can bonk their noses to make them spring to life, but you can’t be sure.

Unfortunately, it turns out that this asshole was much more protected than you had been led to believe. You would have some choice words for Greef Karga to pass along to whoever had commissioned this kriffing bounty. You both had more or less emerged unscathed, but there would most certainly be bruises covering you two from head to toe.

Once the bounty was frozen away in carbonite, you could breathe a little better. He wouldn’t be giving you any trouble now. When Peli saw that state you were in, she insisted that she keep the little one for the night, which was a relief. As much as you loved that sweet little boy, you needed a breather. Hopefully, you’d be able to spend some much needed time with just you and your Mandalorian.

You found yourself on Din’s lap with a blindfold covering your eyes so he could kiss you. You would rather not see anything at all and have his lips on yours than have your sight with his helmet on. You both were in your underclothes, your legs straddling him.

That’s when the kisses began. There was something about kissing Din Djarin that was otherworldly. The way he poured all his love and care into a kiss never ceases to blow you away. He always started so gently, building you up and setting you on fire. How could anything be that good, that pleasurable? He licked into your mouth, moaning at your taste. Your Mandalorian loved to kiss you. He nipped at your bottom lip, causing you to gasp, pleasure shooting straight down to your core.

He moved his kisses to your jaw and down the column of your neck, leaving bruising in his wake. Din whispered in your ear, telling you how beautiful you were, how good you tasted, how you were just for him. The thought that you were his, that this fearsome warrior had opened himself up enough to let you in, it urged you forward.

You began to rock back and forth on his thigh, chasing that feeling of bliss. He stopped you for a moment, helping you wiggle out of your panties, before urging you to start once more. This felt even better, your slick dripping out onto his thigh, helping you create beautiful friction. By the sounds he was making, Din was enjoying it, too. The feeling of his muscles hard beneath you, your clit rubbing deliciously against him, was heavenly. You could feel the sparks in your tummy, the clench of your cunt around nothing; you were so close.

Din urged you on, his hands at your hips, moving you. He muttered about how gorgeous you were as you took your pleasure on his thigh, how he wanted to see you cum on him, how he wanted to taste your sweet pussy after you came. His words were what finally did you in, the dam bursting and your orgasm hitting you full force. Your hips began to stutter, but your Mandalorian kept you moving, riding the waves of pleasure, extending your bliss. Finally, your whines led him to stop; you were far too sensitive to continue. You panted, trying to catch your breath.

As you sat there, your head on Din’s shoulder, centering yourself once more, you realized what exactly was pressing against your thigh. You could feel his rock hard, dripping cock, just within reach. The thought of it made your pussy clench and your mouth water. You wanted Din Djarin, all of him, in every way possible. You wanted to feel him inside of you, wrecking you and making you see stars.

“Din,” you murmured, “I want you.”

He nuzzled his nose into your hair, breathing you in. “You have me, Mesh’la, any way you want me.”

You sat up straight on his lap, facing him. If you didn’t have a blindfold on, you’re sure you’d be looking him directly in the eye. “No, I want you. I want you inside of me; I want your cock, Din.”

Your Mandalorian groaned at your admission. There was nothing he wanted more. He took in the earnest expression on your face, looking for any sign of hesitance or anxiety. He never wanted you to feel pressured into doing anything that you didn’t want to do. He didn’t want you to feel as if you needed to do something to please him. He wanted you to explore sex at your own pace, never another’s.

“Cyare, are you sure? There is no rush for us. My satisfaction comes from the fact that I can satisfy you and that you trust me enough to allow me to be the first to touch you in this way. There is no timetable besides your wants, needs, and desires, mesh’la. I don’t want you to pressure yourself.”

You smiled at his words, his voice so soft and sweet for you. He was always so considerate, never rushing you or telling you that you were going too slowly. The kindness and care this great warrior continuously showed you reminded you of this complicated man’s duality. You felt safe with him, and you wanted all of him.

“Din, baby, no, I don’t feel pressured. I’ve been thinking about it for weeks now. I want to feel you inside of me; I want you to make love to me, please.”

He cradled your face in his palms for a moment, his thumbs gliding over your cheeks. Then, he kissed you. It wasn’t a gentle kiss; it was full of passion, sinking you deeper into arousal. He kissed you like you were the only thing in the world that he loved, and maybe he did. Perhaps you and the kid were his whole heart. His tongue expertly explored your mouth, causing you to mewl and moan. He knew just what would get you going.

He pulled away, sucking in precious oxygen as you did the same. Carefully, he turned the both of you around and laid you down on his cot. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the galaxy, not by a long shot. It was designed more for efficiency than comfort. The thing was, though, you didn’t care. It was Din’s, and he was willing to share it with you. You could feel him hovering over you, his breath warm against your face.

“Let me taste you, sweet girl. Let me get you ready to take my cock.”

You gasped, feeling his cock rock back and forth, covering himself in your slick. You were at a loss for words, so many sensations happening all at once. All you could manage was a nod, and a whimpered, “Please, Din.”

Your Mandalorian kissed his way down your body, leaving behind bite marks and bruises where he wanted to cause heightened sensations. Before he even made it to your pussy, you were already painfully wet for him. You could feel his breath ghosting over the place where you wanted him the most. You lifted your hips in an attempt to spur him on, but all it got you was a muscular arm forcing your hips back down to the cot.

“Patience, cyar’ika, I want you to feel every ounce of pleasure that I can wring out of you. Enjoy the moment, feel the suspense, don’t simply rush to the finish line, little one.”

You yelped as you felt him bite into the juncture of your hip and thigh, sucking in hard to leave a mark. He soothed the skin with his tongue, so close to where you needed him, but not close enough. He repeated the process on the other side, marking you in a place only the two of you would ever see, like a secret that you both would share.

Unexpectedly, his tongue licked a broad stripe from the bottom of your slit to your clit. You sighed; that was the feeling you so desperately wanted. He lapped at your cunt like a man starved, and you were the best thing on the menu. He knew how to work you into a frenzy, and quickly, he played your body like an instrument that he had been practicing on for a lifetime. You quaked and shook as your second orgasm of the night took hold, bursting and pulling you ever forward into the bliss you so desperately craved.

Even after you had ridden out your orgasm, Din didn’t stop. He worked you over, inserting one finger and then another inside of you, hitting that one spot inside you that made you see stars over and over. His mouth never stopped, his tongue lazily drawing loose circles around your clit, never slowing down, but keeping a steady pace. Your hips fought to lift off the cot, simultaneously fighting and chasing that feeling of ecstasy. When he scissored his fingers inside of you and twisted his wrist just so, you lost it once more. A scream that sounded something like his name tore out of your throat as the stars exploded behind your eyes.

You felt like you were floating in space, freely and without a care in the world. You reached a new height of pleasure that you’d never even imagined before. You could touch the sky and would never ever come down. You thought every encounter with your Mandalorian was pure rapture, but this was beyond anything you had ever felt before. You were panting, gasping for the oxygen your body so desperately needed, and you felt better than you ever had before. As your head left the clouds, you realized you had a dopey smile on your face, and your lover was covering you with kisses everywhere he could reach.

Vaguely, you heard his whispers in the dark. You were so good for me, mesh’la. You looked so beautiful cumming on my fingers and tongue. You taste divine, starshine. Those words went straight to your heart and to your pussy, flooding you with more arousal than you had ever thought possible. A deep kiss on your lips finally brought you back to the present, the warm body on top of you centering your mind.

“Are you ready for my cock, sweet girl? Do you still want to feel me inside of you? I promise I’ll go slow.”

You nodded in response, your words failing you.

“I need to hear you say it, cyare. I need to hear you tell me that you want this, that you’re sure.”

Your head lolled a bit as you processed his words, still feeling slightly hazy.

“Din Djarin, I want you inside of me. Please, please, I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything before.”

He chuckled at your pleas, a smile pressed into the crook of your neck.

“I’ll be most delighted to give you what you want, sweet girl. Whatever you want, it’s yours. Are you ready for me?”

You breathed out a yes as you felt him coat himself in your slick, making sure he could ease into you. You knew he was quite large. You had curiously wondered aloud one day if all men were built like that. Even though his size intimidated you, you wanted everything he could give you. The excitement fizzled in your belly; you were getting wetter by the second.

Ever so slowly, your Mandalorian lined himself up with you and began to press in. You gasped at the feeling of just the head of his cock inside of you, the blunt tip spearing into you. He paused before he began to move again. Slowly, inch by inch, he pressed himself into you, stopping ever so often to make sure that you had time to adjust to him. It didn’t hurt nearly as much as the girls in your hometown had made it seem. Maybe they hadn’t been with the proper lovers, or perhaps the boys they were sleeping with were just inexperienced and too young. All you knew was that there was a pinch of pain, yes, but the pleasure outweighed any discomfort you may have felt.

You could feel every delicious inch of him inside you, splitting you open and filling you up like nothing ever had before. You could feel every ridge and vein as he inched his way into you. You couldn’t even put a name to this feeling, but you wanted more. Eventually, he was fully seated inside of you; your hips flush against his own. You felt so full, stuffed to the brim, and Maker, you loved it. He waited for a minute or two, allowing you to adjust to him and have a chance to take in all these new sensations. You had thought his fingers were terrific, but they were nothing compared to the feel of his cock deep inside of you.

He kissed you. It was all teeth, tongue, and lips, and stars; it was perfect. He devoured your mouth, taking what was his. You couldn’t help the little sounds that sprung up from your throat when he did that. He answered you with guttural groans of his own. You could feel the way those sounds made his chest rumble; you could feel it in your chest pressed against him.

He grabbed your leg, propping it up on his hip, and he began to move. He never went too fast for you or too hard, keeping a steady pace that kept you comfortable but still dragged you forward to a fourth orgasm. You didn’t even know you had it in you until Din used two of his fingers to assault your clit, encouraging that bundle of nerves to give you one more burst of pleasure. The combination of his cock deep inside you and his fingers on your clit was enough to send you toppling over the edge once more. This orgasm was more intense than the others, blazing white-hot through your veins and setting your soul on fire. If you thought you had been screaming before, you were mistaken. You writhed and squirmed under your lover, your pleasure causing your body to shake like a leaf. You sobbed his name over and over, tears spilling out of your eyes from sheer ecstasy.

Your Mandalorian groaned deeply at the feel of your pussy clamping down on him like a vice. You were so tight, to begin with, and your orgasm grabbed him and shoved him into his orgasm. As he emptied himself deep within you, he couldn’t help but mumble praises. “Oh Mesh’la, you’re so tight for me, so beautiful laid bare just for me. You’re such a good girl, a sweet girl, my girl. I’ll give you whatever you want, baby. Adventure, new experiences, my love- fuck if you want it, I’ll give you warriors, children of our own.”

You both laid there for a while afterward, basking in the glow of post-sex haze. You carded your fingers through his curls, gently scratching his scalp as he pressed sweet kisses into your skin. He was still inside you; neither of you could bear the thought of being parted just yet. You could stay like this forever, caught in this in-between time, not yet floating back into reality.

“I would like that,” you murmured, never stopping your movements in his hair.

“Like what, cyare?”

“For you to give me warriors of our own, Din.”

You could feel him twitch inside you, clearly interested. His head shot up, studying yours closely, looking for any falsehood or hesitance in your blindfolded face.

“You mean it?” He breathed out.

You grinned, feeling around for his face. You traced his sharp jawline, the proud cure of his nose, the pout of his plump lips. This was the face of the man you loved, the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. Wherever he was in the Galaxy, that was home.

“Yes, my love, I mean it. We have our little green bean, and eventually, he’s going to need some friends to play with. We wouldn’t want him to be lonely. And besides, there’s no one I’d rather raise warriors with than you.”

You heard a faint sniffle before his lips were on yours once more. You had a family, but there was always room to add more to this clan of three.

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