#thanks once again for 1k you nasties!
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Hey, could you do a little fic with yandere Choso? Going a little more into depth like the one you did with Geto? You’re writing is phenomenal
(note(s): i absolutely can :P i was thinking about doing this anyways like anon u just read my mind. and thank you :)
warning(s): implied kidnapping, implied stalking, mentions of period (non sexually), all-in-all slightly creepy tendencies. choso is just an oral king here so if that isnt ur thing, i sorry.)
Yandere Choso Thoughts (1k)
Here’s the thing: Choso is the oldest of ten. He’s hyper independent and he’s in a position of always taking care of others. But he doesn’t just enjoy the act; he embodies it. Being a caretaker is his pride and joy. Being an oldest brother is Choso’s absolute greatest accomplishment, and he wears the title like a medal.
So of course the same can be said when it comes to you, his precious darling.
Having you as his responsibility brings him immeasurable joy. Choso is prideful about how well he’s taken care of you, how much brighter and healthier you’ve looked since he’s taken you into his care.
He’s attentive to your needs like no one else, recognizes what you need even before you do. If you take any medication, he reminds you of it. He makes sure you drink enough water, that you eat balanced meals at healthy times, that you go to bed on time every night. Choso does not allow you much personal time for hobbies but he has no qualms about an - approved - book now and again, or even a tv show as long as you watch it with him.
Any nasty habits you have - smoking, drinking, not eating right, insomnia - he goes through absolute lengths to ‘cure’ you of. It’s not that he thinks these things make you imperfect, but rather that you’re his/. His darling, his responsibility - it just won’t do to have you feel anything but 100% good all the time.
Of course there is the more… concerning side of this attentiveness. He’ll mention special dates (an old friend’s birthday or the graduation of a family member). Choso will bring up tv shows you used to love but forgot about, give you comics you were once interested in but deemed too expensive. He even knows your cycle, buys you sanitary products the day before you begin. Choso sees no issue in telling you when you’re ovulating.
(“You’re at your most fertile today.” He’ll mention during dinner and you freeze. Your stomach churns as you process what he just said.
Choso doesn’t have to eat so he likes to sits there and watch you eat dinner. It was awkward at first, the man not much for talking and you reluctant to converse with your capturer. But as time passed, the two of you could at least exchange comments here and there for the duration of the meal.
Choso pays your discomfort no mind. “I know your stomach hurts, but try to eat a bit more. You have a busy night ahead of you and I want you at your best.”)
You’re in his capable hands now - there’s no reason to even think when Choso is there.
He’s caring in different ways too.
Choso loves your reactions. The way your brows scrunch, when you bite your lip, when your eyes roll into your skull. When your toes clench and your hips twitch and your thighs tremble. The sounds you make - heavens bells could never compare. Whether you’re moaning, whining, screaming, or crying his name, Choso revels in anything that leaves your lips.
He finds that the easiest way to get you to react is when his tongue is between your legs. You practically sing for him then.
The only thing he doesn’t like is how difficult it is to see your face when he’s down there. Because of this, his favorite position is with you on your back and your knees hooked over his shoulders. His face in your cunt, his eyes on you as he licks your most delicate place. He holds your shaking thighs apart as he suckles your clit. Choso practically moans with you when you cum on his tongue.
He doesn’t stop after one - doesn’t see a reason to. He’s here to take care of your every need - one orgasm isn’t enough for him.
(“No more. Please no more.” You whimper as you plead for Choso to have mercy on your sweet pussy.
You’ve come thrice on his tongue already. You’re shaking uncontrollably and the only reason you haven’t collapsed onto the bed yet is because Choso is holding you up. You’re overstimulated and your cunt aches. You can feel your clit pulsate on his tongue.
Choso only pauses his ministrations to reply. “You can handle it. You’ve done it before.”
He kisses the top of your cunt before sliding his tongue back against your special place. His tongue slides against your inner labia, only teasing your clit by circling it.
Your head falls back as moans spill out. It’s all just too much. You’ve never experienced pleasure like this - no one ever good enough at this to make you enjoy oral to this extent.
But Choso? Choso is a master at understanding your pleasure.
“I can’t.” You say, keening as you do.
“You can.” He responds and this time you know he’s not giving you any other options. “Just a little more, love. I know you can take it.”)
But even though Choso loves taking care of you, sometimes he needs to be taken care of.
He needs cuddles more than he would like to admit. He likes to lay on top of you with his head in your chest and your hand in his hair, scratching at his scalp. Choso likes praise, though he’ll never ask for it. Tell him he’s a good big brother, that he’s a good man to you too. He’ll be over the moon.
He’s quiet. He never reveals much of himself unless you prompt him to. He’ll always answer any question you have for him, adhere to most requests. But Choso will always be surprised, pleasantly so, when you show interest in him or want to spend time with him.
And when it comes to more human things, you find yourself leading. Kissing, hugging, holding hands. All things Choso has never heard about until you.
He was a shy kisser at first but now he absolutely loves it. That closeness? It’s something he could never replace.
He’s sweet, really. Choso just cares so much about you.
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Eddie Munson and Sex [18+]
Warnings: explicit descriptions of s*x (minors this isn’t for you don’t fucking touch it i swear to GOD), perv!eddie my beloved, tiny bit of a daddy kink (i refuse to apologize)
Word Count: 1k
Author’s Note: i have no idea what this is. it was going to be a fic i think but then it derailed into a headcanon-y drabble. it has not been edited. i’ve been so fatigued for the past two days that getting anything written has been difficult (thanks depression). once i come up with a plot / scenario i hope to have a very tasty smut fic written soon. i just have to puke all my other ideas up first i have so many. if any of y’all have some smut ideas drop them in my inbox please i would v much appreciate them <3
Eddie Munson was a dirty pervert. He frequented the local adult video store, from which he'd amassed an expansive collection of erotica. He masturbated at least twice a day. He had handcuffs nailed to his wall for exactly the reason you'd think, and a nasty little habit of stealing your underwear, often keeping it in his back pocket as he went about his day. He had explicit photos of you on his wall, pinned to the dashboard in his van, tucked in the front of his wallet.
And he was the sweetest, most tender lover on the face of the earth.
You both knew what it was like to be consumed by loneliness. Neither of you quite felt like you fit anywhere, and your romantic histories were both utterly tragic. It was your loneliness that brought you together - a friendship based on instant understanding that blossomed into a love so deep and consuming it terrified you at first. But Eddie, despite all his cynicism and hurt, gave you his affection readily and without the slightest hesitation. He showed you just how much you deserved to be loved, and you offered up all of yours in return.
Of course, knowing just how invested his sexual interests were, you assumed he was experienced. You knew he'd never really had any lasting relationships before he met you, but you found it difficult to believe a man like him could go more than a month without seeking release from another person. You assumed his body count was high, a gallery of women used for convenience and to distract from just how impossibly alone he felt. He was a man, after all - and men are really only after one thing.
That was until you had him naked, splayed out on your bed with your chest between his thighs, your mouth wrapped in a vice around his cock. He didn't last even a minute.
"I've never... no one's... ever given me a blow job before," Eddie admitted after you'd finished.
"... What?"
"I know, it's pathetic-"
"No, no."
You laughed, sitting up and kneeling beside him so you could look him in the eye.
"I thought..." You chuckled again at your own ignorance. "I thought I was like... your hundredth partner or something. Like you were fucking women left and right before we got together."
Then it was Eddie's turn to laugh.
"What? Do I really seem like that kind of guy to you?"
You shrugged, slightly embarrassed.
"I don't know... You're just really into sex," you explained. "And you're in a band. Casual hookups kinda made sense to me."
Eddie shook his head, his lips curling into a soft smile as he reached out to stroke your hair.
"Nah... not me. I, uh... I can never really get it up unless I like someone, y'know? I mean I'm horny as fuck but I never felt... I never felt okay giving it to someone who didn't give a shit about me. You're only the second person I've been in bed with. And the first I kind of regret, honestly. She was nowhere near as good to me as you."
You smiled, endeared by how endlessly sweet he was. You leaned forward, snaring his lips in a deep, intentioned kiss that he quickly got lost in, his hands raising to lay at your jaw.
"How about another blow job?" you offered as you parted, biting your smiling lip with anticipation.
He nodded vigorously, and the rest of the evening was spent working his cock in and out of your mouth, teaching him how to keep his cool and make the pleasure last.
No matter what his sexual appetite, Eddie loved nothing more than making you cum; and although he wasn’t as experienced as you thought, years of reading porno mags and watching smut films taught him plenty.
He could work magic with his mouth. The moment he got you alone in his bedroom, he pinned you to his mattress, spreading your legs wide and latching his lips to your clit, licking and sucking at you with expert precision. He could spend hours with your legs slung over his shoulders, gripping and kissing at your thighs, shoving you over the edge of an orgasm without giving you a chance to recover, savoring the way you squirmed and whined from overstimulation.
“Just one more, sugar,” he would coax you. “Let daddy make his favorite girl cum just one more time...”
And of course you would. When he spoke to you like that, your mind went numb, fucked out and sex drunk and entirely consumed by his adoration of you.
His favorite way to make you cum was (surprisingly) in missionary. He would fuck you slowly, holding your little bullet vibrator on your clit, diving in at an excruciating pace until you came, hard, flexing around his cock and bringing him all the closer to his own release. He loved watching your face contort with pleasure, pressing tender kisses to your jaw so he could listen to you moan in his ear. It was pretty vanilla, but the way he worked you, it felt like the dirtiest, most delicious thing he could do to you.
Eddie often used his erotica as a reference, which made everything about your sex life interesting. From toys to positions and even health advice, he was constantly bringing articles and photos from his favorite magazines to your attention, sometimes even reading them out loud as a form of foreplay. He wasn’t the biggest fan of watching porn while he fucked you, however - he preferred to set up shop in front of a mirror, getting off on watching himself slide in and out, the way your body moved with his, from a different angle.
He wouldn’t admit it, but his favorite part of having sex with you was laying beside you after fucking you into a stupor. He’d light a cigarette or roll up a joint and hold you in the sweetest silence, sometimes with your head on his chest, sometimes with his head on yours, but always with the lightest of kisses feathered across your skin, every inch of your body worshipped by him. He loved kissing down your back, over your collar bones, up the inside of your wrists.
Eddie Munson loved you with all his soul, and his body was how he showed it.
🌹💀 get your eddie fix 💀🌹
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How about Fem!reader and Sick!Husk 🤒 they are already dating and while doting on him and playing nurse, she nuzzles/kisses him. He's huffing and lightly shooing her away saying she'll get sick too and she's says it will help.
---fast forward---
She's in bed mostly covered with blankets all the way up to her nose. Puffy eyes, washcloth on forehead..the works. Husk at the foot of the bed, looking like 😪
Reader: .....worth it 😁😇
Thank you for the adorable ask! The piece I came up with for it is a little on the shorter end, but tooth-rottingly fluffy. I'm happy with it!
SFW, about 1k words. Reader takes care of Husk while sick, then Husk returns the favor.
Husk looks like shit.
Not that you would tell him that; you’re sure he’d agree with you, but it’s not the sort of thing you enjoy pointing out.
You’re sitting by his bedside as he curls up in a ball, sweat and snot pouring down his face. You’re assuming they are, anyway; he rolled over shortly after you came in, saying that you didn’t need to see that nasty shit. His wings and ears are drooping, and even just looking at him from the back you can tell he’s miserable. For all the temptations it offered, Hell did occasionally like reminding its residents that being there is supposed to be a punishment, such as by giving Sinners illnesses that made them crave death without actually granting that mercy.
“My head fuckin’ hurts…” Husk groans before launching into a horrible cough. You stroke his back to try to ease his cough, and you frown at how feverish and slick his skin is. He isn’t doing well at all…
“Is there anything I can do to help?” you ask.
He opens his mouth to speak, but you feel the need to clarify.
“Besides bringing you alcohol?”
“Aw, babe…” he whines as he curls up more tightly. “Some whiskey would help me sleep…”
“If you want to sleep I can find you some cough medicine. That you will take a proper dose of.”
Husk would probably complain further if he wasn’t having another coughing fit.
“Is it me, or is it fuckin’ hot in here…?” he asks after he’s done coughing, his voice hoarse and weak. “Even hotter than normal…”
“That must be the fever…” you say. “Give me a second. I’ll be right back.”
As expected, he doesn’t move as you disappear into his bathroom. As you run a washcloth under the tap, the water turned all the way to “cold”, you hear Husk continue to cough and retch.
“I’ll be right there…” you say softly. “Just hold on…”
Once the cloth is soaked through, you return to his bedside, this time sitting so he’s facing you. His eyelids are half shut, and he doesn’t appear to be comprehending much of what he’s seeing.
“Fuckin’ hurts…” he murmurs as his eyes drift closed.
“It’s okay…” you assure him as you lightly dab at his head with the cloth. He hisses through his teeth at first from the cold, but quickly relaxes as you wipe him down.
“Feels good…” he murmurs, eyes still closed. You lightly smile at him as you run the cloth down his cheek, and then his neck.
“Roll over on your back?” you ask him. He groans, but follows your advice, not opening his eyes as he does. Once he’s in position, you drape the cloth over his forehead. “This will cool you down. Rest as much as you need to, okay? The bar can wait.”
“Thanks…” he says, sounding half-asleep. His breathing is so raspy… you hope some rest will take care of that soon. He really seems to be struggling. If only there was more you could do to help…
You know one thing that might make him feel better, if only emotionally. As he continues to lay there peacefully, trying to drift off into sleep, you lean in and gently kiss his cheek.
“Hey!” he says with a growl, swiping his paw at you without opening his eyes. “Are you trying to get yourself sick, too?”
“Don’t you like it when I kiss you?” you ask with a small smile.
“Yeah, but…”
“Having things you like can help you heal quicker,” you say before kissing him again.
“You don’t need this fuckin’ flu… I don’t want you to feel this shitty…” he grumbles, but he doesn’t protest any further than that. You kiss his cheek one last time, then turn off the lights and leave the room so he can rest.
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About a week later, it’s your turn to feel like shit.
You slowly open your aching eyes, not quite certain where you are. Your own bed at the hotel…? It’s so hard to think when your entire face is stuffed with crap. Your whole body aches, but nothing hurts more than your head, which feels like a tiny imp is trying to claw his way out of your skull.
A cold trickle of water runs down your cheek, and you instinctively reach out your tongue to lick it up. God, you’re so thirsty…
…wait, water? Upon focusing a little more, you notice there’s a wet rag over your forehead.
You can already guess who put that there for you before you turn your head. Husk is kneeled at your bedside, his arms crossed on the mattress. His head is resting on them, and he’s snoring quietly.
Smiling as much as you can given the circumstances, you weakly lift your aching arm and give him a slight scratch behind the ear. He grunts as his eyes slowly open.
“How are you feeling?” he asks.
“Awful.”
He chuckles to himself. “I told ya you didn’t want that shit.”
“Yeah, yeah, you were right…” You’d roll your eyes if you didn’t feel like your face was about to explode. “You can make fun of me when I’m not dying anymore.”
“Deal.”
You close your eyes again, wondering how long it will take for sleep to show its sweet mercy and turn your brain off for a few hours. Before you can fully drift off, you feel weight on the bed next to you.
“Husk?” you ask. “What are you doing?”
“I already got sick. I don’t think I can get it again.” With that excuse, he settles into bed and cuddles up next to you. “What was it you said before? Things you like can make you get better quicker?”
“You’re right… and this is something I like. Thank you…” Before you can try to sleep again, another thought occurs to you. “Cat purrs are supposed to be healing, too…”
Maybe you shouldn’t have said that. You know how insecure he is about his demon form being a cat.
But now doesn’t appear to be the time for insecurity. Without hesitation, he nuzzles his head into your neck, and he starts purring.
You’re asleep in his embrace within minutes.
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel husk#hazbin husk#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel husk x reader#hazbin husk x reader#irk blubbers about nothing#irk got asked a thing#irk talks to strangers#irk huskposts
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Come Home (part 2)
Pairing - Loki x Reader
Warnings - Angst, Y/n going missing/running away, crying, violence, minor injuries (let me know if there's anything you want added)
Summary - Y/n left Loki to keep him safe and prevent him from getting hurt, but her actions had the opposite effect
Word Count - 1k
Come Home - Part 1
A/N - Hello :D I'm sorry for my recent inactivity! Life has just got in the way and I've had literally no free time. I've done a part 2 for this because I just really wanted to do a happy ending lol. I'm hoping it's alright - I'm not sure if I like it but I think it's a good thing for me to get back into writing. Anyway, I'm hoping to be posting more frequently now! Thank you for reading :)
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Loki stares at the letter in his shaking hands, the ink slightly smudged in places from his tears - and what looks to be dried tears from someone else. You.
It makes sense now; why you disappeared, why you cut all contact with him. And yet, simultaneously, it makes no sense at all.
There are too many blank spaces in the story, each word sounding too devoid of emotion in his head. Whether that's because of his feelings intertwining with the message or because you're not yourself, he's unsure.
He wants to scream; let every emotion out. But his body won't let him. It feels as if he's caged; trapped behind bars of broken love.
It's then that Loki finally snaps, anger and determination flooding his veins. He's been looking for you for months, but now he's going to find you. He couldn't care less about being 'safe'; he just wishes to be with you. Hel, he would happily walk through the middle of a battlefield if it meant you'd be on the other side. Arrows would pierce through his skin, blades would slice open wounds, blood would run down his body in waterfalls; but he'd get to you.
All he wants is you. The one person who lifted him out of the dark and showed him the light.
Now it seems he must return the favour.
He runs from the house, your slightly crumpled letter shoved in his pocket. His emotions cause his magic to be stronger than ever - it's easy to cast out an unnoticeable green wave to search for his love.
And it seems to work.
Before, he'd been so out of it he could hardly use his magic to keep the dust away from the surfaces. But just seeing a glimpse of you has made him so frustrated, yet so hopelessly love sick.
He pushes past people, his eyes on a little green shape in the distance. It glows slightly, drawing his attention to his one speckle of hope.
His pace quickens, rushing until the green blur becomes a faint outline, the outline becoming a clear, moving shape. Shouts, scuffles, yelps of pain and the sound of bodies hitting something solid fills the air. Loki's heart fills with dread as he rounds the corner and looks into a wide alleyway.
~★~
They've found you.
You stayed in one place for too long and now your paying for it. It's a four against one fight; one lies in semiconsciousness on the floor, one is attempting to regain their senses after a nasty blow to the head and the other two are pinning you against the wall, a knife against your neck as a metallic tang spreads through your mouth.
They decide to slam you against the wall once more for good measure, causing your head to loll as a wave of dizziness momentarily hits your senses. You feel something warm trickle from your mouth.
"You've been running for too long, Y/n," One of them spits, glaring you down with narrowed eyes. "But we've got you now. Boss'll be happy."
"Oh yeah? And what makes you so sure I won't run again?" You're pushing the limits, grappling for more time as your mind works overtime to find an escape route. You find nothing.
The men laugh. "With what the boss has planned for you, I don't think you'd stand a chance at running away again," A single note of fear strikes your heart. "Now, let's get this over with, shall we?"
A malicious grin seeps onto his face as he raises a large fist, intending to bring it down onto your head to knock you out. You brace yourself for the blow, sucking in a breath and watching as...
He's knocked to the floor. Green sparks of magic fly around the alleyway, your heart somehow simultaneously sinking and swelling at the same time. You'd know that colour anywhere. The men end up bound outside the alleyway, your knight in shining armour stood nearby, black locks flowing gently in the breeze.
You take a moment to catch your breath, processing what just happened as crimson droplets splatter onto the floor.
"What are you doing here?" You say, fear etching into your tone. "You can't be here! How did you even find me?"
"Y/n-" Your name slips from his tongue like honey, tempting you closer - somehow, you resist.
"No, no, no. Get away from here! You still have a chance to escape before they-"
"Y/n, stop," Loki interrupts, his voice harsh yet somewhat broken. You stop, eyes beginning to burn with tears as he timidly approaches you. "I don't care," He laughs as a single droplet slips down his cheek. "I don't care about being safe. I really don't."
He takes a few more steps until he's a mere breath away, his eyes scanning your face. In the dim lighting of the bedroom, he wouldn't of seen the slowly fading bruises, the new scars from healed cuts; but now he takes note of every single one, including the new gashes.
"I just want to be with you," He murmurs. "I just want to be with you..."
You feel your lip quivering. Loki's hand moves slowly to cup your face, his thumb rubbing gently over a yellowing bruise. You allow it, relaxing into his touch and feeling a weight lift from your shoulders.
Loki leans down and presses his forehead gently to yours, being careful not to hurt your injuries.
"Let me come with you. Please,"
You sigh, squeezing your eyes shut as the tears begin to cascade. "But you just got your freedom back... I can't take it away from you. And what if you get hurt? I can't... I-"
Loki hushes you. "I don't feel free without you. And where's the fun if we don't get a little injured?" His lips curve up into a smile; something you've been longing to see since you left. "Let me come with you, my love."
The corners of your mouth quirk up slightly as you shrug, finally giving in to your heart. "Fine. You can come,"
"Thank you," He wipes off the blood that has settled below your mouth and on your chin. Then, releasing a sigh, he wraps you into his arms, squeezing you tightly.
"I'm sorry," You mumble into his chest.
"Don't be. We're together now,"
"I love you,"
"I love you too, my darling."
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#loki#loki laufeyson#loki oneshot#loki x y/n#laufeyson#loki fanfic#loki x reader#avengers#marvel#mcu#part 2
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i think there's still a few hours left for your gala, right?? 👁 if so, id like to request 💻 the angst prompt "no, im actually not ok," w austin.. maybe some h/c after the oscars? 🥺🙏
i don't know what i'm feeling
fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 )
rating: g, t if you really squint.
pairing: austin butler x gender neutral reader
word count: 802
warnings: austin being sad post oscars. talk about the oscars. talk about the whale.
author’s note: thank you anon and you were right i did have a few more hours when you sent this to me and was hoping someone would allow me the chance to do a hurt and comfort with this. full disclosure to everyone, i said it once before, if austin was going to lose to anyone, i did want it to be brendan because i was iffy on colin. however, i despise of the whale as a movie- and truly wish brendan had won for literally anything else. so do not take anything i have austin say as my own opinion on the movie itself. i hate it.
this is for my 1k gala with the angst prompt of “no, i’m actually not ok.” and saints preserve me i'll live in my universe where i made this boy drunkenly say to his girl some nasty sexy things post oscar. also i'm not the biggest fan of this but i can't tell if that's purely because i'm in my own head about it or not. still hope you enjoy. also i didn't mess up my word count for the third time in all my gala pieces, what are you talking about.
It's an honor to be nominated. It's an honor to be put in the same league as actors who've been in the business for decades. It's an honor to be nominated along someone who's going to grow with him in their crafts. If he was going to lose to anyone everyone had said it was going to be him or Brendan and damn if he didn't think the man deserved it. The Whale was tough to watch but it was good- it was the sort of thing that earned an actor their Oscar. He shouldn't be- He shouldn't be feeling the way he does. Bill didn't get a single award all season and Colin went from a frontrunner with him to the afterthought along with Paul.
He can't even talk about this with Barry because it was always Ke's one to lose and he wasn't going to. Maybe Angela- but hadn't hers been wrapped in the grief from losing Chadwick. He still can't believe he heard Samuel L Jackson make a noise for him of all people behind him. He should be happy, this is the start of him finally making a difference. Making his fans proud and happy for him like Elvis. Making his mom proud that all her work wasn't for nothing. Making Lisa and Priscilla proud wasn't for nothing but why does he feel as if it was in this moment. Why is his brain just telling him this is how it starts? He'll have this whirlwind of three years and then three projects back to back to back only to have nothing afterward. Angela feels him tense a little- she must have because she looks at him and squeezes his hand once again before nodding over to you.
You- you can help ease his mind, once you're in the car he'll talk to you, whisper in your ear how this was not how he thought this night would go. His eyes meet yours and you smile gently before shrugging a little. He watches your lips mouth "love you" before he focuses on the last of the awards. It's a bit of organized chaos leaving the theater and it almost seems as if there's just an Elvis line of people walking around hand in hand like a bunch of kindergarteners before Austin and you finally get into a car and you squeeze his hand. "You okay?"
If it was anyone else, if it was Baz or Liv or Catherine or Kelvin or Luke- if it was anyone he'd lie. But you deserve the truth in a way that very few people do in this circumstance. "No, I'm actually not. I- I don't even know what I'm feeling. I'm mad but I shouldn't. I was nominated for an Oscar. I used to dream about this. I almost won an Oscar!"
"You have a Golden Globe! And a BAFTA!" You remind him, your voice matching his in volume before your hand moves to cup his cheek. There's a wet bit that you brush away with your thumb. "You're allowed to feel something, Austin. It doesn't make you a bad person or take away from Brendan's win because I know you, I know we're going to go the party and you're gonna see him and he's gonna give you a big dad hug and you're gonna gush. And you're gonna bounce up and down with Ke and make sure Baz doesn't drink too much because Catherine asked you too."
The laugh that bubbles up from him is wet sounding, covered in unshed tears as he sniffles. "Forgot how I'm gonna tell Luke about Polly making me do some moves for party tricks. And how Kelvin is going to remind me to-"
"Chill out?" You finish like that's actually what Austin was going to say before he shakes his head, allowing himself to just rest his head in your hand.
"Something like that. I just thought- I let my hopes get up." Austin whispers and you frown.
"No one blames you for that, you know. I don't. Tell you what. When we get to the party, how about we just sit in the car for a little bit until you calm down. And then when we get there, we just relax. Just for a little bit until you stop hurting so much. I'll shoo away the cameras with my charm." Austin raises an eyebrow knowing that isn't always how things go with you and him.
"Yeah? No fighting that'll get us both in trouble?"
"Pinky swear." You hold out your pinky as you move to kiss Austin. "Now, how about we focus on our plans for after tonight. I believe someone promised me a vacation?"
Austin's answer is a hum before he gives you another kiss. "How do you feel about the mountains?"
#austin butler#austin butler angst#austin butler x you#austin butler x reader#austin butler x y/n#austin butler fanfic#austin butler fluff#austin butler fanfiction#ally's 1k gala#ally writes
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Fiery Familiarity - Part 1
here’s part 1! this is some more world-building groundwork, establishing the reader's place in the gaang! i'll be posting part 2 soon and it'll be more exciting i promise lol. pls read the prologue to better understand the story
words: ~1k
prologue | part 2 | part 3 | part 4
Ever since you left the Fire Nation, you’d been having a bit of a hard time adjusting. Having become so used to the life of luxury you once knew, it was hard to survive. You had long since ditched your old clothing, opting for more muted, inconspicuous tones. You hopped from town to town, helping transport resources in order to further your journey. Eventually, you reached a far-off Earth Nation town, by the name of Gaoling, seeking refuge there. You learned to fend for yourself, taking odd jobs to pay for your meals.
You survived on your own for 5 years before meeting the Avatar. You had to get scrappy to keep up with the changing times. Life wasn’t always kind to children, even in Earth Kingdom cities. There was still a war going on, after all. In those years, you managed to earn yourself plenty of scars, including a nasty one on your face. It spanned from the left side of your chin all the way up to the bridge of your nose. It puts a damper on possible jobs when you look like you’re trouble just waiting to happen.
That’s how you ended up getting roped into helping Xin Fu with his underground fight ring. It was tedious, but it was all you had. Until you met “The Blind Bandit” who you soon came to know as Toph. She was an abrasive girl, but you could tell she was no weaker than anyone else despite her blindness. Then, somewhere along the line, the Avatar had found her, begging her to come be his earthbending teacher.
Late one night, after watching Toph fight Xin Fu and his goons, you decided to follow her, and the Avatar, back to her home.
“Of course it doesn’t change the way I feel about you, Toph. It's made me realize something.”
You saw Toph's head lift, milky eyes full of hope, “It has?”
“Yes. I've let you have far too much freedom. From now on you'll be cared for and guarded twenty-four hours a day.” You could feel your heart drop, the tension in the room so painful you couldn’t bare to hear more. You watched as a lone tear slipped down Toph’s face.
You waited until she had returned to her room before sneaking to her balcony. You slipped behind her guards, knocking them out as quietly as possible. You cracked open the door, “Toph? Toph, are you there?”
“Y/n? What are you doing here, you’re going to get caught.”
“Hurry, we don’t have much time. I’ve knocked out the guards but it won’t be long until more come. I’m getting you to the Avatar, even if it’s the last thing I do. I’d sooner get arrested than watch you rot here. You deserve your freedom, Toph.”
Toph smiled, “Well then, what are we waiting for?”
Once you caught up with Aang, Toph insisted you come with them. The others had agreed, saying that any friend of Toph’s was a friend of theirs. So you’d begun your long journey. Appa’s shedding had brought you not only an unexpected visit from Azula, but also the knowledge that Zuko had been chasing after them for so long now. Hearing the stories you told of what he had done… Your heart ached. Not only for them, but for Zuko. A boy so sweet who had been so swiftly corrupted by his family's twisted perception of right and wrong, of their “victory”.
You knew from then on that you couldn’t share your past with them, not truly.
You traveled on through the desert, where you lost Appa. You all watched as Aang spiraled, throwing himself deeper into despair. So you traveled to Ba Sing Se, where you searched for that loveable beast. But when you finally got him back, things crashed and burned once again.
Azula, the coup, the Dai Li, it was all happening so fast. You had decided to go with Aang to rescue Katara, knowing that Zuko would be there. Suddenly, you were very thankful that you left the Fire Nation before you had the chance to meet Iroh. He was a kind, wise old man, but you couldn’t risk being recognized. Listening to his advice for Aang gave you hope that not all firebenders were bad.
Arriving in the cavern was breathtaking for more than one reason. Not only were the crystals gorgeous, but seeing Zuko all grown up… It made your heart soar and crash simultaneously. You had heard the whispers of the banished prince, outcast by his own father in search of a long-lost enemy. You just hadn’t seen him until now.
Your voice tumbled in a whisper before you could stop it, “Oh Zuko…” His once youthful face was now so tired, so worn down. His left eye was scarred into a permanent squint, the burn spreading over his ear. You could feel your heart twist in your chest. He used to be so full of life, even with his awkward disposition. He was just a child. To think that his own father would do this to him…
Watching him side with Azula was almost as painful as seeing how far he had fallen over the years. After seeing the look of hope on Katara’s face when she thought he had changed, watching her face contort into horror when he attacked. Watching him stand by as Azula killed Aang… You couldn’t bare to meet his eyes as you left with Katara, praying that Iroh would be alright. You knew Azula wouldn’t show him any mercy, family or not.
#avatar the last airbender#avatar the last airbender x reader#zuko x reader#zuko x y/n#zuko x you#firebender reader#gn!reader#zuko#atla
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hung up.
fushiguro megumi x gn reader
word count ~1k
synopsis letting go of the past is hard when the present is so lonely.
tags a little fluff, a little angst, reminiscing a relationship, regrets, one mention of itadori being a bad friend™.
notes prompt: memory. this turned out to be 888 words which is the angel number for karma and i feel like that should mean something to this fic. who knows what, though? enjoy (:
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the past should stay where it was left, but megumi's got a nasty habit of holding his shirts in his hands and scouring the corners of his mind for any pictures of you wearing this piece. it's hard to leave the past behind when it's woven into the fabric of everything he has: the peaches sitting in his fridge even though he's always found their skin too fuzzy; the way he drops certain letters because the words only sound right when he says it like you would; the brown stain on the collar of this very shirt that neither of you really bothered to get out.
they say you shouldn't forget the past, but he doesn't think that means he should do his best to remember every single detail of it. he's never been all that good at listening to other people when he doesn't want to.
they say you shouldn't forget the past, unless you want history to repeat itself. and megumi wants beyond all the hope left in the world that history repeats itself, but he can't bring himself to empty his mind in the process when he stares down at the mark on his clothes.
soy sauce. vegetable dumplings. too much on too little a spoon, but you made it work for most of the journey up to his mouth. it was sweet on his tongue, sticky on his neck when you spilled it inches away from him.
"you're gonna love it," he remembers you promising.
back then, he didn't have the voice to say the things he really wanted to, so instead of admitting, "yeah, probably. i love whatever you make," he had said, "we'll see."
and instead of telling you how grateful he is that you made anything for him — that you had stayed up to do this for no reason, for him, for someone who really wasn't worth the lost hours of sleep no matter how much you'd argue otherwise — all he left you with was an, "it's good. thanks."
he remembers the way you'd fretted over him right after. one finger scooped up the liquid, fighting over the gulp of his throat before you'd popped it into your mouth. like it didn't matter that he was battle-sweaty and grimy.
you'd smiled up at him, then, sweeter than the sauce marinating the grooves of his tongue and at the tip of it were the words, "you missed a spot," because he wanted to feel your hands on his body once more.
instead, he had cleared his throat, muttered another pathetic, 'thanks,' and turned to wash his face.
no amount of water could rid him of your touch and his hands clench when he thinks about how much he'd flushed back then.
cold water. cheeks too hot. you had offered to help, but you'd stood by his side instead when you saw his face. a smirk on your face. tapping the counter.
"are you blushing?" he ignored you.
"did you like that?" you nudged his hip. he continued to ignore you.
"want me to drop some more on you and do that again?"
he shook his hand off in your direction because that was so much easier than saying, "yes. yes. yes."
you squeaked when the water splashed onto your face, high-pitched like a mouse. cuter, but just as annoying. when he turned to wipe his hands on the towel, you wrapped your arms around his waist, pushed your face between his shoulder blades, and dried yourself on his clothes.
then, he had sat down at the table and finished his meal, and you had sat down right next to him until he was done eating. he hadn't washed the dishes that night because you were getting tired. instead, he left them on the table and took you to bed.
and he'd wanted to slip in right beside you because you wouldn't let go of him — clinging to him like he's the collar and you're the stain — but he had needed to shower, so he left you there.
his shirt went in the hamper. he can't remember what happened after.
he tosses it back into his cupboard and moves onto the next thing.
megumi's birthday is just before christmas.
itadori is a bad friend.
putting those two facts together leads to one very simple conclusion in the form of a t-shirt with santa claus and the words 'i do it for the ho's' plastered across it.
it was a gag gift — "a little something because your real present hasn't come yet. sorry, bro!" — and he remembers asking itadori if he'd kept the receipt for it because there was no way he was ever going to wear this. not even if he needed to get his hands dirty.
but you had thought it was hilarious.
and because you had thought it was hilarious, he had never done anything with the receipt. he'd worn it more times than he'd ever imagined he would, but only in your presence. all because it would make you smile and giggle and ask, "am i a ho? am i at least your favourite one, megumi?" every time you saw him in it.
it hits the bottom of his cupboard, he moves onto the next thing—
and he wonders if these vague memories are all he'll have left of you.
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Could you write a Robin buckley x reader where reader gets upset because someone made a homophobic joke or comment or was just downright nasty to them and Robin has to comfort them? Ty!!!
Love ur writing btw <3
my heart hurt writing this, thank you anon <3 fem!reader x robin buckley
synopsis; read the ask <3
warnings; homophobia, cursing
word count; 1k
it was like any other day, you sat behind the register at Benny's Records, flipping through the latest copy of your favorite magazine. it was a monday, so it wasn't particularly busy, leaving you with your thoughts and the faint sounds of fleetwood mac in the background. the bell at the door jingled, bringing you out of your trance. you looked up and saw a couple guys walk in, laughing at something the other had said and beginning to peruse the collection of vinyl.
you folded up the magazine and placed it under the counter, cracking your knuckles and standing from your stool. you watched as the guys flipped through one particular section, picking out the ones they liked. the guys started their way to the counter and you put on your best customer service smile.
the records were set on the counter and you smiled.
"the police? nice choice." you smiled, typing the prices into the years-old cash register.
"you think?" the taller of the two guys was leaning on the counter now, a bit too close to you for comfort. he had a shit-eating grin on his face and nodded for his friend to wait outside.
"yeah, i mean, not my first choice but they're decent enough," you shrugged and went to the next record.
"well maybe we can listen to them together sometime." that was the sentence that stopped you in your tracks. you looked away from the cash register and to the guy. your eyes were a bit wide and you swallowed.
"i- uh- no. i- uhm i have a girlfriend." it was the guy's turn to stop in his tracks. his once smug grin shifted into that of a disgusted look. he took a step back from the counter and you stood there, not knowing what to do next.
"a girlfriend?" he asked, his tone borderline judgmental. you nodded, trying to hide your discomfort. "so you're one of those types?" you took a step back as well, not liking where this conversation was going.
"you don't look like a gay. you just haven't found the right guy yet. c'mon baby, let me be the right guy." he was leaning forward again. you wished you could run away and hide in the break room in that moment.
"uh, no thanks." you tried to let that be the end of the conversation, going to finish ringing up the rest of the records to get this utter creep out of the store and away from you as soon as possible.
but as you brought your hand to the cash register, the guy caught your wrist. "you're gonna go to hell if you act on those impulses. no one wants to be around someone like you, even in the afterlife." the guy's tone was low, and his grip on your wrist was tight. you tried to pull away, but he wasn't so easy to get rid of. "i'm just trying to help you out, bitch, such a pretty piece of ass shouldn't be in hell," you ripped your arm away and pointed to the door.
"get out" the guy stood up straight, suddenly offended. he didn't move though. "i said get out, we don't want your business here if you're going to act like a dickhead." you were holding back tears, watching as the guy slowly turned and then stormed out of the shop, but not before throwing one last "burn in hell" comment at you.
you saw him talk to his friend outside the window, watching as they both looked to you with disgusted looks on their faces. the two of them walked away from the shop and you allowed yourself to collapse back onto your stool.
you tried not to think about the interaction too much for the rest of the day, but as soon as you started to close up shop for the day, you heard the bell ring again.
robin.
you smiled a bit watching your girlfriend walk into the shop with a paper bag in her hand.
"hey there lovely, i got us some burgers. wanna check out a movie from next door and eat at mine? steve's working tonight." robin was so happy, being able to steal her girlfriend from her job.
but your smile fell, thinking back to those two guys. and as you started to cry, you felt the weight of the conversation fall onto your back.
"hey- hey." robin quickened her pace and threw the bag onto the counter before coming around the back and pulling you into a hug.
"what happened?" her tone was soft, the rasp in her voice even more apparent. you hugged her back, putting your head on her shoulder. robin let you cry, not saying anything until you brought your head back up and wiped your tears.
"there were these two guys that came into the shop today," you started replaying the conversation for robin, trying to keep it together for as long as possible.
"i just- i don't understand why people are so cruel. they treat people like us like- like we're alien murderers." you ran a hand through your hair and looked to robin, whose gaze you've been avoiding the entire time.
"i am so sorry that happened to you today, and i'm so sorry i couldn't be there with you. those guys are insecure assholes that couldn't even get a straight girl to go out with them." you laughed a little bit. "don't listen to them, that whole 'you're going to hell' spiel is bullshit."
you nodded, finally calming down. "plus," robin started again, "you are the prettiest alien murderer i've ever seen" she finished, offering one of her famous semi-awkward grins. you laughed even more at this, taking robin's hand and kissing it.
"thank you, i don't know what i would do without you." you said softly. robin shook her head and pulled you in for another hug, kissing the side of your head.
when the two of you pulled away from each other, robin grabbed the forgotten bag of burgers and took your hand.
"well, these burgers aren't going to eat themselves. finish up here and i'll meet you next door."
"wait, isn't family video closed?" you nodded to the clock and robin shook her head.
"ah you sweet little alien murderer, stevey boy owes me a favor."
#im crying#gray-skiess#gray's blog#stranger things#x reader#robin buckley#queer#lesbians#lgbtq#request#robin buckley x y/n#robin buckley x reader#angst#fluff
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A full slip in public with little!austin? 🙏🏽 💕 You have gotten me obsessed with him
thank you for the request 🫶🏼 i really enjoyed writing this one <3 was definitely not expecting so many people to like little!austin, now i have such a soft spot for him D:
dinner party
wc: 1k
masterlist
austin had been invited to a small dinner party by a few friends of his, he really didn't want to go but his agent said it'd be good for him to go out and mingle especially with it being award season.
now here he was in his silly suit, wearing silly fancy clothes in this big, stupid fancy car. he'd rather be at home in his pajamas with you, playing with the lego set he convinced you to buy him a few weeks ago that he still hasn't touched. he'd just been too busy. you noticed how fidgety austin was. even before you'd left the house, his voice was softer, his accent thicker than usual and he could barely put on his bow tie without a struggle. you made sure to pack his emergency little items; his paci, a stuffie, a blanket and a sippy cup.
you took his hand in yours on the seat in between the two of you, giving it a gentle squeeze. "are you okay?"
he turned his head from the window to you. "i don't wanna go. i hate these things."
"i know." you sighed. "maybe we can sneak out after dinner. we can say you aren't feeling well."
he shrugged and went back to looking out the window, giving himself a mental pep talk and preparing for the conversations he didn't want to have.
once you were both seated for dinner, everyone just wanted to talk to austin. there were the same questions about elvis, upcoming projects and of course the questions about your relationship. eventually everyone moved on from the two of you, just talking amongst themselves and occasionally chatting up to you or austin. you noticed austin moving the food aimlessly around his plate, hardly taking bites from it and just looking down at it. "what's going on in that head of yours? you still doing okay?" you asked, leaning towards him.
he shook his head and began bouncing his leg, "i'm tryin', but my head-its so-" he placed his fork down, wiping his hands on his pants. "i cant-"
"hey-that's okay." you pat his shoulder and picked up your purse, "would you excuse us real quick? so sorry." you gave the table a warm smile before ushering off with austin to the bathroom, locking the door behind you.
austin rested his hands on the sink, taking a deep breath and exhaling. "momma, i can't. i can't do this, i-i can't keep bein' big. i-know i gotta b-but i don't wanna" he was trying hard to fight off his tears, not wanting to return to the table with tear stained cheeks. "just wanna go home, momma. i-i want-"
"baby," you rubbed his back, "i know. it's just one more hour, thirty minutes at the least. think you can try?"
austin looked at you with sad eyes, he really didn't want to but he knew he had to. he sighed, nodding. you opened your purse and took out the small sippy cup filled with the apple juice you refilled before you felt the house, handing it to austin. there was a sense of relief washing over him as he drank from it, feeling slightly better. "okay?" you asked.
he nodded, taking a deep breath once again and handing you back the sippy cup. you put it back in your purse and fixed up his suit, giving him a quick peck on his cheek. "you look so handsome tonight, my big boy."
he grinned, "gonna be big just for momma. 'm a big boy."
austin barely ate anything off his plate. you could tell people were questioning it, but he played it off saying he had a stomachache. despite him trying to play big just for you, he couldn't bring himself to pick up a knife and cut away at the nasty looking steak that was in front of him. he really just wanted more juice and his fruit snacks. anytime austin was brought into a conversation, you'd open your purse and let him touch on the soft fur on the plushie you'd brought just for him, helping him feel more at ease.
thirty more minutes, he could do it. he's lasted this long. he's so far gone that he doesn't even remember how long they'd been there already, but you give him gentle reminders of how much longer till he's able to leave.
as you both sat in the living room of this persons home, you noticed him constantly fidgeting with his hands while trying to have a grownup conversation with someone he couldn't remember the name of and opted for holding his hand instead. you tried to keep touching him as much as you could to comfort him, your way of showing how good he was doing.
"what projects will we see you in next?"
austin cleared his throat, "um-i-i have a few things...comin' out soon. 's later in the year...mhm." he stuttered out. "s-should be good." he nodded, forcing a smile.
at some point, while you were talking to the person next to you, austin had zoned out and was now sitting there, staring at nothing with his thumb between his lips, not even thinking about the possibility of people looking at him funny or snapping photos to send to tabloids later.
you glanced over at him and widened your eyes, quickly taking his hand away from his face. austin snapped back to reality, pouting at the sudden loss of comfort that his thumb was giving him. "momma..!"
"okay, okay. let's find a way out." you stood up, saying goodbye to everyone around you and nudging at austin to do the same.
as the two of you continued to say your goodbyes to everyone else, austin tugged at your sleeve. "paci, momma."
"as soon as we get to the car." you nodded.
you said your final goodbyes and headed to the car, nodding off to the driver and buckling austin in next to you. "i'm so proud of you, honey. you did so well tonight." you smiled, pinching at his cheek.
he let out a small giggle, kicking his feet happily. "thank you momma, paci now?"
you dug it out from your purse, handing him the small, black paci you'd picked to blend in with the darkness in the car. the moment it touched his lips, he rested his head on your shoulder, feeling more content and happier than ever.
#austin x reader#austin butler x reader#ironic how i started writing this while at dinner last night
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Watch No More - 1k words
BigB is fine with dying, this time at least. He was never going to reach the top few players, not again. For now he is more than happy to wait for Pearl to join them, and he hopes it won't be too soon.
A03 Link
BigB, much like Bdubs, did not have much to complain about when it came to his placement. It was the second highest he'd ever placed, save for Third Life. But he knew he wasn't beating that any time soon, getting involved in the drama became more and more appealing to him every season, and the safety on the mines from Third Life became less so. The only thing he’d felt bad about was costing Pearl a diamond hoe. It was one of the twin ones she found on the very first day, and she’d given it to him as a sign of trust. The item had been lost with him and it felt bad, but also a little poetic. There was only one neighbor left, and only one diamond hoe along with her.
He found himself in the afterlife once more, sitting on plush green grass, much different from the rougher, bloodier thing the ground had become in the last few weeks. He recognized the area as the world's spawn, just as it had been on the first day. It was nice, not seeing Scar or Cleo’s blood staining the grass anymore. (It was getting unsettling really, how the stains never seemed to wash away. But maybe he was just Seeing things.) He looked over to where Froggie Tower was, yet was still disappointed when it wasn’t there even when he knew it wouldn’t be. There were indents where other people had sat before him, he noticed, and BigB looked around for his fellow ghosts.
He spotted them quickly, sitting on the edge of the mountain. Curiously it was only three of the what….six people who had died already? The three were Jimmy, Joel, and Skizzle, all huddled together and chatting softly, the other two being held close by Jimmy’s bright yellow wings. He approached them somewhat quietly, not wanting to disturb any sort of important post death conversation that might be occurring. Martyn had gotten a nasty talking too when he’d done that to Pearl and Scott last game; and BigB was not looking to repeat his blonde friend’s mistake anytime soon.
Unfortunately, Joel’s hearing was better than B expected, and the brunette's head whipped around very quickly at the sound of his footsteps. He always swore the smaller had some sort of dog-like hearing, and Joel certainly wasn’t beating those allegations by doing that .
“Hey B,” Joel said, craning his neck back slightly and around Jimmy’s wing to look at the former. Jimmy and Skizz turned as well, gazes lighting up and wide smiles spreading across both their faces.
“Hey,” BigB returned the greeting, taking a seat next to the smaller man. He laughed at both Skizz and Jimmy enthusiastic cheers of his name, the former getting up from his seat so he could crush BigB in a welcoming hug.
“Welcome to being dead!” Skizz exclaimed, crushing BigB’s ribs. The latter giggled his thanks, returning his friend's hug with one just as tightly. When he’d first been told Skizz gave very great, albeit bone breaking hugs, he hadn’t been prepared for how good of a hugger the man truly was.
“7th place, not bad mate,” Jimmy said, punching his arm lightly. Joel muttered in agreement.
“Thanks,” He smiled, shifting in place still he was comfortable. He ended up with his knees pressed to his chest, unconsciously leaning on Joel’s shoulder and matching the fuzzy energy surrounding his friends. Joel, for his famous aversion to affection, didn’t move away; BigB had to wonder if being a Bad Boy had ironically softened him just a little.
"How'd you go out?" Jimmy asked, trying to extend a comically large wing to wrap around the newest ghost. He succeeded eventually, but only after a minute of border line comedic straining to do so and BigB scooting even closer to Joel, who seemed to enjoy the contact.
"Scott," BigB spoke, once he’d stopped holding back giggles at Jimmy that was.
"Ouch." Skizz muttered empathetically, undoubtedly remembering one of his prior deaths at Scotts own hands, though BigB wasn’t sure which one. That man could be ruthless when he wanted too, and B wasn’t spared from that, not even for a second.
"Ouch indeed," BigB agreed, tapping the side of his skull above his ear. "Arrow straight through my head." Three almost identical winces followed his words. “But I’ve been killed worse, just wish Scott didn’t get my time.” He ended his recollection with a shrug.
“He’s bloody good at getting that isn’t he?” Joel huffed, letting a bit of frustration leak through.
“You’re just cross he kept taking yours.” Jimmy said bluntly, and Skizz, who BigB just noticed was fully clothed again, let out a cautious giggle from his other side.
“I’m not that cross!” Joel argued back, only for Jimmy to raise a skeptical eyebrow. “I’ll have forgiven him by the time he’s dead, don’t worry,” The smaller added with a sigh. BigB found it a little amusing how fast the canary could shut his teammate down. “Granted he doesn’t win again,” Joel grumbled quietly.
“Nah, Scott won’t want to win again.” Skizz chimed in, and murmurs of agreement followed his words. Scott didn’t seem like a man who wanted to walk out of hell multiple times over.
All four of them lapsed into silence after that, and BigB would soon find that sitting in silence was a common activity here. He didn’t mind silence though, not this time, not here. Here silence gave them space to think, to breathe, to bask in the presence of their precious friends; luxury’s the cruel games below often robbed them off. BigB thinks he would give a lot of things to just be with these people in a different world, a more peaceful one, something like the ones Grian sometimes remembers coming from. A world where they weren't forced to kill each other, and at the end of the day everything was just fun and games. BigB also thinks of his feuds down there, his mistakes, what he should’ve done better and what he should do now. And one of those things is apologizing.
“Sorry about the frog,” BigB said after however long, deciding it was time to bring that up. Skizz and Joel politely pretended not to listen.
“Why’d you even give it to me, in the first place?” Jimmy asked not unkindly, just curious. BigB didn’t think Jimmy could do too many things unkindly to begin with.
“I don’t know.” Bigb answered with a small giggle. “After i did it i realized how big of a mistake it was”
“Well, it was all for nothing anyways!” Jimmy laughed, and BigB laughed with him. Poor Judge Judy and Executioner, sold, fought over like a toy, then murdered accidently by Pearl. May the server’s only white frog rest in peace.
“Where are the others, by the way?” He asked after a pause. He was curious as to where Tango, Cleo, Bdubs and Scar had gone off too. Their little group didn’t tend to stray far from each other in the afterlife; unless they were acting as ghosts; so it was a little strange to ot have seen or at least heard one of the four by now. Especially because BigB would guess he’d been dead for at least a day or two at that point.
“They went to harass Etho or something,” Joel informed him, pointing downwards with an idle kick of his feet. Well, that answered why BigB hadn’t seen a whiff of them. Poor Etho. He thought, gaze shifting at what was apparently this afterlife’s portal to the living world. He was very content here, and had no intention to test it out.
He looked down to where the family and Tango had apparently disappeared too, not really wondering what they were seeing. His newfound sight apparently didn't care for the rules of the ghost world, so if Bigb really wanted to know what was happening he just had to open his eyes and look, no portal to the mortal realm needed. He guessed Jimmy could hear it if he wanted to, but BigB knew he wasn’t; for the canary wasn't slinging curses at Grian right now.
He didn't want to look though, and didn't like opening the weird extra eyes anyways. He’d never been bothered by all that Watcher business, not in the first life they’d appeared in, not in any other past life and certainly not in this one. BigB was content to just watch like a normal person, just as Jimmy liked hearing as one.
So BigB was content to sit here with his friends, to wait and to watch normally. He guessed that the four of them wouldn’t have to wait long, just hoping the next ghost wouldn’t be Pearl. The Nosey Neighbors couldn’t be the first group out.
#ron.writing#ron.fic#limited life#limited life smp#limited life bigb#bigbstatz#bigbst4tz2#joel smallishbeans#skizzleman#limited life skizz#limited life joel#jimmy solidarity#limited life jimmy#trafficblr#traffic series#silence after death
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𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦.
𝘧𝘵. 𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶, 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰, 𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪 (+𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘴), 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘸𝘢.
𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 18+ 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵. 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵.
𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴: 1.5𝘬
𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘰𝘺𝘴/𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨/𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢, 𝘤𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺/𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 18. 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘪 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴. 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺. 𝘮𝘸𝘢𝘩.
“man, fuck you, the horse you rode in on, and your weak ass dick! just leave me the fuck alone.” you spit, arms crossed as you shoot the man in front of you a glare hot like jet fuel.
𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶:
izuku midoriya is one of the sweetest people to grace the earth
there’s no doubt about it.
but know he is not afraid to put yo ass in a fucking headlock and pound his way into you, voice thick and raspy as he asks you just who the fuck you think you’re talking to.
he’s grown up quite a bit since high school
and refuses to get bitched by anyone, especially his own girlfriend.
a saccharine smile inches across peony pink lips, spreading over porcelain teeth
“you uh... you wanna repeat that, honey?”
you know you’ve made a mistake
he’s got that look in his eye, ravenous and wicked
“look...izuku, baby, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to snap like that—“
“that’s not what i asked. i asked you...if you wanna repeat that.”
would definitely strap your ankles to a spreader bar, reveling in the way you continue to writhe against it
only to cry out in desperation once you realize that the more you struggle, the wider your legs go
or he’ll make you cry as you struggle to form a coherent apology, words choppy from the the remote controlled vibe is sending shockwaves through your heavily sensitive clit
he’d kneel above you, smile wide and innocent as he turns it up to the second most powerful setting, hard-on growing at the sight of your head lolling back while you try to appease him with sorry after sorry
“i-izuku—fuck, fuck! mmh— it’s too much....please, please, ‘m sorry! i didn’t mean it, ’m too sensitive—please just let me make it up to you baby—“
“all you gotta do is say the magic words sweetheart, and i’ll give you what you need.”
yeah, he’s one of those motherfuckers.
“remind me who’s pussy this is, and this’ll all be over with.”
“god, fine!! it’s yours okay! nobody else’s..now please, please fuck me izuku, i need you—“
doesn’t hold back for a second when he’s staking his claim all over your body, a calloused thumb roving over your clit gently, mindful of your sensitivity but edging you closer and closer to a fifth orgasm
happily smears strings of thick, sticky cum all over your stomach to mark you as his
and doesn’t hesitate to lick it off the supple, soft skin of your torso, the milky white substance congealing with transparent slippery saliva
he grasps your face firmly, fingers pushing your cheeks inwards and causing your spit slicked lips to jut out in a pretty little pout
“open.” he mutters before dripping the salty concoction onto your awaiting tongue, a throaty groan rumbling in his chest as he watches you happily swallow every last drop
“good girl.”
the aftercare is immaculate, izuku taking his time to wipe you clean so tenderly, lips pressing against each and every bruise, your body pliant as he whispers sweet reassurances into your sweat soaked skin
“much better now, right?”
you nod, eyes heavy as you sink into the warmth of his chest, hands clinging to him like he could disappear at any moment
“happy i could help you relieve some of that tension honey.”
“but talk to me like that again, and i promise you that’ll be the last time you call anything about me weak, especially how i fuck you. got it?”
prepare to be not only throughly sore the next day, but to have to conceal fingerprint shaped bruises on your hips and thighs
takes pictures of your fucked out face to have for future incidents where you decide you wanna talk like you have zero home training
and isn’t afraid to flash katsuki one or two whenever he gets to talking about how he could take you from him.
𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰:
“so that’s how you wanna act, hm? if you needed some dick you should’ve just fuckin’ said so instead of always runnin’ your damn mouth.”
he whirls you around, pelvis pressing into the small of your back, rivulets of sweat beading at the base of your neck from his close proximity
he’s such a glutton for putting little bitches like you in their place.
blade sharp canines dragging against the curve of your neck, pathetic attempts to maintain your resolve falling from unsteady lips
“the hell’s wrong with you—you already know i’m with izuku...i’m not doing this shit to him again—”
but you were already gone when his lips slotted against yours, body throbbing at the contact
now izuku was a good lover, a giver, a pleaser at heart
always putting your enjoyment above his
but eventually one grows tired of slick tongues and curved fingers, pretty whines and gentle kisses
you wanted “fuck you”s, spit flying along sick expletives hurled at your bowed, desperate figure, sweet sticky semen coating your throat after it was abused and stroked as though you were a piece of plastic.
and as luck may have it, katsuki was more than willing to provide.
yet today you’d had enough, his subtle touches when you passed one another had garnered izuku’s attention; you’d reassured the male that it was nothing to bother with, that the two of you were just coworkers.
at least when his balls aren’t in your slutty fucking mouth, thick bubbled spit dripping onto your home screen as you text izuku that you’ll be home late for “stir-friday” once again.
the best sex was on days like today, when you got just a little too reckless at the mouth
when you needed a not so gentle reminder of who’s leaving you breathless all hours of the night
takes his time with you, fingers teeming with a slight brine as they’re sloppily thrust into your mouth with a “shut the fuck up talking to me like you don’t know who the fuck i am.”
degradation? baby, you’ve met the man.
“wanna act like a bitch, that’s fine. just don’t complain when i leave you limping like one, got it?”
you’re shoved atop a desk, it’s contents forgotten as katsuki latches onto a tit and proceeds to leave mark after mark, striving to rid any trace of your lover
panties tugged to the side, fingerpads waltzing up the length of your—no, his pussy
kisses down your sternum and the plush skin of your stomach, flipping you opposite him before snaking his tongue between your southernmost lips, devouring you like a man starved
but doesn’t let you cum, not yet anyway
“katsuki—please, i need it, don’t fucking tease..”
hates when you whine because it chips at his hard exterior, he’d give anything to pull another cry from you
“beg for it then. you had so much to say earlier, eh? go ahead and put your mouth to better use, fuckin’ slut.”
spanks you while he eats it from the back cause he can
and don’t even get me started on his size kink
lives for making you feel small against his large stature and even larger ego
“damn, you’re tight...thought deku would’ve broken you in a bit more for me by now—”
his pace is angry and unforgiving like his mouth, leaving you no mercy when he finally takes his place between your thighs
“that’s it...take that shit. don’t run...come on, tell me who’s dick you go dumb for, say it—“
“yours! j-just yours, never ‘zuku. fuck! m’ so fucking close please, please—“
cant fill you up like he wants, but settles for painting your body with splotches of white, watching them mix with your now-purpling bruises
and when izuku calls your phone on the hour to ask when you’ll be home, that cocky fuck answers
“relax. your little girlfriend and i are at the office with some reports, she’s so damn uptight...been on my dick this entire time. “
“should probably loosen her up more, maybe she’d be less annoying.”
𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪:
he secretly loves it when you get like this
while dabi loves the rush of tossing around some brainless slut with a thing for fucking mass murderers
pussy was much better when it came with a little resistance, a little push back before he got what he wanted
“dabi come on..let her be. i’m sorry sweetness, this guy botherin’ you?”
his counterpart, keigo, was a top tier scumbag with grade-A looks, words mingling with a dulcet voice that could turn water into wine if he pleased
sienna wings bristled against his shoulder blades as he leaned down, an arm coming across your chest casually, bent over the back of the couch
“don’t call me that shit. actually, both of you are bothering me.” you grit, a hand swatting away tanned nimble fingers that were slowly making their way towards a breast
“see what i mean kei? she’s being a fucking brat. can’t stand bitches like her, always thinking they’re too good for guys like us.”
dabi takes a seat to your left, cyan eyes raking over the curve of your hips ravenously, staples gleaming in the bar’s gentle yellow glow
he was going to have so much fun breaking you in.
“ i think i know what her problem is....somebody just wants a little attention, right? hell, look at how she’s dressed...”
keigo’s eyes have taken on a darker energy, a hand winding around the width of your neck and squeezing lightly
“i don’t want anything from either of you assholes—wait, the hell are you trying to—ah!”
taking advantage of your pliant state, dabi’s hands begin to roam over exposed skin, a scarred set of hands slithering up your top
his abrasive fingers tweak your nipples roughly, rolling them between a forefinger and thumb with a lustful glare
“come on...don’t you want us to make you feel good? tell us you don’t want us to cream you like a fuckin’ twinkie, and we’ll leave your bitchy ass high and fucking dry, just like this.”
you hate them, the last thing you want is for either of these douchebags to be what gets you off
but god do keigo’s lips feel like heaven on earth when they’re against your pulse point like that, and dabi’s profuse experience shows in the way he manipulates your body to make you sigh in ecstasy, fingers slipping past drenched lace with ease to tease your sensitive clit...
“we—we shouldn’t do this out here, someone might see...s-shit, ah fuck—”
“so what? don’t want everyone to see how much you like getting double teamed?” keigo taunts, tongue darting out to soothe the harsh bruise he’d finished sucking into the skin beneath your ear
“nah, i think we’ll take you right here. besides, it’s just us and the boss man tonight. ‘should let him watch though, maybe he’d learn a thing or two about what a good fuck really looks like instead of that hentai shit.”
“so...you in or not? my hand’s starting to cramp.”
you nod, the motion serving at the catalyst for a number of debaucherous things that would soon happen to your body
marking is an absolute must
keigo’s practically feral once he knows you’re his to play with, love bites littering the expanse of your tits, neck, even the inside of your thighs
dabi marks you too, but he’s not nearly as nice as keigo, leaving handprints all over your ass, each one accompanied by a harsh yet tolerable burn
you can thank his quirk for that
they’re sloppy and they know it, dabi’s spit creating web-like strings connecting your pussy lips together, the metal barbell wedged between tongue muscle retreating from beneath your trembling thighs
meanwhile keigo’s reveling in the way your spit coats his dick in an effortless gloss, a hand keeping your head steady as he drives into your throat with reckless abandon
the saliva making its way down through the valley of your breasts while you struggle to breathe, eyes watering in both panic and pleasure as the two use you like a toy
they take turns, metal and heady sweat flood your tastebuds when dabi takes on keigo’s previous stance
dabi certainly makes sure you give his balls special attention. it doesnt enhance his pleasure, he just likes seeing you get so nasty for him.
not so high and mighty when you’re gargling the dick of one of japan’s most wanted, are you?
keigo’s dick reaches depths you didn’t think possible, tip prodding your innermost spots and making you sputter pathetically around dabi’s length, eyes burning as you try to control the heat in your lungs
“nah nah nah, don’t get all teary eyed now—thought it was “fuck us and our weak ass dick”? hm? well this weak ass dick’s makin’ you choke like a two dollar whore, and keigo’s about to pump that sloppy cunt full of cum...still think you’re better than us?”
you’re tossed between the two men like a ragdoll, until your body’s spent and you’re bred so good that you drip with their mix of fluids every time you shift a little
the men don’t hesitate to compliment your endurance, praising you for being “such a good little fucktoy”.
which in dabi’s words, is the closest you’ll ever get to a “sorry for bothering you”.
𝘢𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘸𝘢:
let me tell you a thing or two about shota.
he has no time, or tolerance, for bullshit.
between his atrocious sleep schedule, nightly patrols, and his day job as a high school teacher, he doesn’t have the capacity for mind games
so when you’d snapped on him like that, he did what he felt like was the most logical thing
he left you alone. he wasn’t about to get into some childish argument all because he didn’t give you the reaction you’d wanted over a dress
aizawa’s not a reactive man by nature
so when you’d purchased the sultry number, seams tight and neckline waivering on indecent
he’d merely hummed at the article of clothing in approval, committing the sight to memory before going back to finish reviewing his lesson plans for next week
which to you, wasn’t good enough. you wanted him to exhibit some sort of lust, something that made you feel like you still had him in the palm of your hand
it wasn’t like the two of you weren’t having sex, no not at all. but you wanted to feel like he wasn’t just attracted to you, but craved, desired, was desperate for your touch every now and again
and when he’d given his...lackluster feedback, you exploded, the two of you briefly exchanging words before you’d said that. shota was in no mood to argue, so he excused himself from the room to continue his work
“sorry if i actually want to, you know, feel desired by my own boyfriend? god, it’s like you don’t even look at me anymore.”
that comment stung, even recalling your wounded tone made his heart ache
was he really not paying attention to you?
but, unsurprisingly, the feelings of anger didn’t abate. just what made you think you could play these games with him, the two of you were grown, you knew if you wanted something all you had to do was ask—it made no sense
steel pen tip digging into the hurried scrawl of kaminari’s essay....if you could even call it that, he rose from his desk, relieved his tense neck from the presence of hair by knotting it into a high ponytail
beginning to strip as he made his way toward your shower
you wanted him to look at you? alright. he’d do exactly that, and then some. just remember, be careful what you wish for.
“shota? look... i’m sorry for how i acted earlier. i should’ve just communicated how i felt instead of blowing up on you like that, i just get frustrated with how much you work and how we never see each other, and it makes it hard for me to—mmph!”
he meets your lips with a subdued roughness, hands splayed across your hips, water trickling across stiffened knuckles while he fumbled and scoured for any piece of you he could manage to grasp
“you said you feel like i don’t look at you anymore.”
“lets fix that. i have a proposition for you. if you manage to hold eye contact with me for however long it takes for you to cum, my body’s yours to do whatever you want with.”
“however...look away for even a second, and i’ll have no problem reminding you just how much you can take before you’re begging for me to fuck you. you know how...efficient i can be. sound fair?”
now something he’d alluded to, but never said about this little agreement? there was no way for you to win.
on days where his exhaustion levels weren’t at an all time low, he’d find himself lapping at the slightly acidic, rich nectar between your thighs for hours and hours on end
so what made you think you even had the resolve to maintain eye contact the entire time?
you lose, though that was to be expected
and shota couldn’t be happier about it
now while it’s practically canon that he’s into bondage, let’s switch things up a bit
honestly, he’s the type to love proving a point.
he’ll make you ride his dick, not letting you stop for a second even though he’s practically in your stomach at this point
bad at it? he doesn’t care. your knees are giving out? not his problem.
“sho-please, i can’t, ‘s too big...fuck—“
“damn, and to think i had ‘weak ass dick’ before. now you can’t take it? pick a side sweetheart, your desperation is showing.”
he’s not incredibly vocal in the bedroom as that’s just not who he is
but makes an exception when it comes to making fun of you
“come on, you can swallow more than that, right? tch. you’ve gotten lazy.”
is another one of those “take a photo for future reference” type of people. but he’s respectful of not only your privacy but his own, and keeps it in the hidden photos folder of his camera roll like a sane adult.
he had to learn the hard way about the importance of concealing scandalous materials that one time hizashi was using screen sharing to suggest a new learning course during a staff meeting
only for the blonde to scroll and several pairs of eyes in the room to be blessed (or cursed) with the sight of a rather ecstatic looking woman bent in a position that would make a gymnast blush
also likes to give you sloppy, shallow half strokes to drive you to the point of insanity before spreading your ass cheeks and molding your body to the bed beneath you
“you wanna know what i was thinking about when you walked out with that dress on? hm? i wondered... ‘how long it would take before we used it as a cumrag after i was done with you?’ i thought about doing this.”
oh, and by the way, there’s a mirror above your bed for a reason. but we’ll get into that some other time, won’t we?
#izuku midoriya x reader#bakugo x reader#dabi x reader#hawks x reader#aizawa x reader#deku smut#bakugo smut#dabi smut#hawks smut#aizawa smut#mha smut#mha x reader#bnha x reader#kittybutmakeitferal#thanks once again for 1k you nasties!
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Hero Costume Downsides | Kirishima Eijirou
Here’s my belated Christmas post featuring our favorite Shark-toothed hero Kiripima!!!
Also thank you @vicious-vixxxen for the nickname for kiri💖
I hope you enjoy!
Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou x Male Reader
Words: 1k (1,019)
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Requests: Open
Wintertime is always an Issue for Eijirou.
Because even if it was modified to fit the change in weather, his costume still left a lot of his body exposed.
It posed a much more of a problem when it was deeper into winter and began to snow.
You always scolded him during the wintertime to wear more layers because every year without fail Eijirou manages to catch a nasty cold.
But he always disregarded your warnings under the guise of how he can handle being a little cold.
Today was no exception. Eijirou left the apartment once again not heeding any of your warnings and wearing nothing but his hero costume.
And now, like every other time before, he’s regretting his decision.
A light wind breeze passed him, causing him to shiver. His fingers had gone numb a long time ago from the biting frost around him. The thin material covering his chest and arms did nothing to stop the chill seeping into his bones.
Eijirou can handle a little cold. He’s friends with Todoroki after all. This is nothing.
That's what he kept telling himself.
But the cold in the middle of December was a whole new type of cold. It chilled him to the core, where even a slight wind had him shivering and his teeth chattering.
“M-maybe I should’ve listened to him. What am I supposed to do n-now?”
Eijirou hugged himself tighter and rubbed his arms hoping the friction could warm him up even a little bit.
He could find a nearby shop to warm up in.
The thought of stepping into a building with heating sounded heavenly.
But he shook his head.
He couldn’t just loiter around without buying anything. It's not manly.
Eijirou groaned and tried thinking of something else but all he could think of was how cold he was.
At that moment, however, as he quietly grumbled to himself a warm large coat draped itself over his shoulders.
Eijirou jumped and whipped around to face the source of the newfound warmth.
“Hey, there rockstar.”
Your boyfriend's face lit up as soon as his eyes landed upon you.
“(Y/N)!!”
He wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace, lifting you up and nearly squeezing the breath out of you.
“I missed you, and you were right, I’m freezing!”
You scoffed and gave his head a light bop.
“Of course I was dummy, it's winter!”
Eijirou sat you back down, planting both feet firmly on the ground, before wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling you close, relishing in the warmth you provided.
“You’re a lifesaver I thought was going to freeze to death!”
You rolled your eyes at him.
“That’s usually what happens when you go outside in the winter without proper clothes.”
Eijirou chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“I’m always right.”
He smiled at that before pulling back and zipping up the coat you gave him. But as he did so he noticed it was your favorite coat. It was a Red Riot jacket that he got for you when he finally got his own merch line.
You always wore it when you went out.
Wait.
He looked up at you and saw you only wore a scarf and your undercoat because you took off the jacket he currently wore to give it to him.
“(Y-Y/N) you’re gonna get cold without your jacket!”
He went to unzip it when you grabbed his hands to stop him.
“Hey, I’m warm enough with what I’m wearing.” You poked his chest. “You, however, are going to get frostbite if you don’t cover up dummy.”
You flicked his red nose and Eijirou still looked worried about you as he rubbed it but he knew that once you set your mind on something nothing he did would change your mind.
“A-alright, if you say so.”
You smiled.
“Good, now, before I let you get back to patrol there’s one more thing.”
He watched you take off your scarf and take a step closer to him.
His face burned at the closeness as you tenderly placed the scarf over his shoulders before wrapping it snugly around his neck.
“There, you’re all set. Now you won’t freeze to death”
He glanced down at the scarf before looking back at you with a shy smile.
“Thank you.”
You gave him a wink before turning to leave but he grabbed your wrist.
“W-wait!”
You stopped and looked at him questioningly.
Eijirou cleared his throat before stepping up to you, blushing on his face this time, not from the cold. He lifted his hands to softly cup your face, maintaining eye contact.
“You’re so good to me, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“You’d freeze to death for one.”
He chuckled before beginning to trace gentle circles on your cheeks, his eyes straying from your own down to your lips.
“Hey, can I kiss you?”
That simple question sent blood straight to your face.
“W-What? Eijirou, we’ve been dating for years. You don’t have to ask.”
He gained a sheepish look on his face, pouting and averting his gaze.
“I know that, but it’s manly to ask for permission first.”
You chuckled and shook your head.
He’s such a dork.
“Yes, you can kiss me.”
His face lit up before he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours in a tender kiss.
But it lasted for only a moment before Eijirou’s phone buzzed in his pocket.
The two of you hesitantly broke the kiss and he pulled out his phone, groaning when he switched it on.
“Sorry, babe duty calls.”
You smiled and waved dismissively.
“It’s alright, go and save the day Red Riot.”
He grinned and did his signature pose before running off. But he only made it a few feet before he skids to a stop and ran back to you.
“Almost forgot.”
He leaned in and placed a quick kiss on your lips.
“For luck!”
He then ran off again.
You shook your head with a smirk.
”That dummy better not ruin my jacket.”
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➳ the shower
➳ "keep teasing, I'll bend you over right here!"
➳ "it'd be better if they watched"
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Gender of the Reader: male
Word Count: ~1k
Rating: 18+
Genre: Smut/PwP
Warnings: Dirty Language + Dirty Talk; Petnames; verbal Degradation; Mentions of Daddy! Kink; Dom-Sub-Dynamic (Top! & Dom! Reader x Bottom! & Sub! Jungkook) ; anal Fingering; Mentions of Exhibitionism-Kink; Teasing; Anal Sex; Mentions of unprotected Sex; In conclusion: Jungkook is a vocal brat
A/N: I know, I know... Pride Month is almost a month over but I had a writersblock lately and this shit kept me away from writing... so I'll try now to post some more bts x male reader stories! ♡ I hope you like my newest work ;)
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You should have known that Jungkook only offered you the option of showering together to simply tease the shit out of you. He said, it would save sooo much more warm water for his other roomates up and that Seokjin would yell at him when they run out of warm water again.
You were indeed way too naïve and trustful. The thought alone that Jungkook could get possibly in trouble because of him, his boyfriend, who neither live here nor pay for anything decided already for him. You're simply a guest who sleep over from time to time and your mom made sure that you'll grow into a man with good manners. So after Jungkook explained the urgency why you should shower together, you don't have any kind of reason why you shouldn't.
Well, you definitely should know Jungkook already well enough to realize, that your boyfriend like to use some white lies here and there to get what he wants. It's still hard to believe for you how the previous Jungkook, who was so terribly shy and nervous as you started dating each other, turned out to be so mishief and sassy. As someone, who could barely exchange some small talk without any stuttering at first, he has now a more than bold tongue and loves to be a brat that tests the limits of your acceptance. Little did you know that he is a masochist who needs to get put back into 'his place', eventhough he won't admit it openly. At least until now.
A cheeky pinch into your left buttcheek got you out of your thoughts and a boyishly giggle comes from behind you. You agreed to wash each others back and of course Jungkook couldn't let the perfect opportunity of grabbing your ass pass by.
"I like your ass, Daddy~ I love to see the how your muscles twitch when I am pinching you and how you gasp in surprise and disbelief, hehe.", chuckles Jungkook and you can literally hear the bright bunny smile out of his voice. It's pretty common for him, he has on his face whenever he teases or annoys you on purpose.
While his endearing smile makes your heart melt and let Jungkook getting away with his teasing way too often, the title he just called you does something to you and Jungkook knows that. Of course he do.
Your nose flare as you take a deep breath and the annoyed eye-roll had given way for a hungry and almost predatory-like expression. Slowly you turn around to Jungkook, who's eyes grows big the moment he sees your facial expression. A harsh gulp follows as you close the space between you two and cages him with your arms, sandwiching him between your own body and the cold tiles. The steady bobs of his adams-apple make it look so incredibly seductive. Some deep purple hickeys all over his neck would suit Jungkook very well.
"Hm, Babyboy? What was that? Would you mind to explain your bratty behavior to me? Keep teasing, I'll bend you over right here. Seems like you wouldn't mind to play around with Daddy for a little bit. Well, if we're already standing here in the shower together, then we need to make the waste of water to be worth it, right?", you wisper in a raspy voice into his slightly blushing ear.
A dark, satiesfied chuckle flees over your lips as you see how his bold and bratty personality starts slowly to crumble down and how your own teasing and promising words put him into his submissive mindset. Jungkook may be a tease but with the right words and gaze you can turn him easily back into a good, well behaving sub.
"What about a quick shower fuck? Isn't that what you wanted, Kookie?"
Your boyfriend exhales shakingly, didn't even recognized that he hold his breath the last few seconds. He nibbles at his lower lip with his cute bunny theeth before he gives you his confirmation.
"Y-Yes please, Daddy. Fuck me, I need you to drill your big dick inside of me, please split my asshole open with your girthy cock-", he whines weakly. Yes, that's what you like to hear. Suddenly he is such a good boy again, it's truly fascinating.
"Turn around, Baby. Spread your legs and pull your cute, little ass cheeks apart for me."
It only takes you a short moment to reach through the small slit of the opened glass door to grab into the drawer of the nearby standing bathroom drawer and pull a bottle of lube out.
It isn't the first time you have some fun in the shower.
The sight Jungkook is giving you let a deep grunt of appreciation escape your throat and leave your hard cock salivating in precum. God, he looks way too hot in this position. Literally awaiting for your cock to get fucked mercilessly.
To be honest... Jungkook is such a slut for assplay. The way already two of your fingers slip into his soft, stretched hole without any resistance. Just a few minutes later your third finger joins in without any problems. He must playing with himself a lot when you aren't around...
Just tiny whimpers and little pants left his mouth while you fingered him but now... now, where you lined your red and angry leaking cock up to his, in exitement clenching hole and slowly filling him up... whiny and highpitched moans filling the humid air in the bathroom.
Jungkook's right cheek is pressed against the tiles, eyes rolling back into his skull whenever you pulled out almost completely just to drill your cock balls deep back into him. To hear how the skin of your hips meets his bubble butt and create such obscene slapping noises clouds Jungkook's mind. He tries desperately to lift his trembling hand to his mouth to muffle his greedy moans, he would be mortified if his roommates call him out about being way too vocal once again.
Unfortunately his intention doesn't fit the plans you have for him. He teased you on purpose, very well aware that all of his roommates are at home today. He is the one who loves the thrill of getting caught doing something nasty. He is the one who jerked you off at the movie theater. So you don't have the need to cover up what you're doing.
You let Jungkook's hips go for a minute, just to grab both of his wrists and move his arms behind his back, holding them in place with one hand while the other one moves back to it's previous place at his hip.
"It'd be better if they watched. Just imagine how the bathroom door would open and they would stand there, watching us. Then they'd see how well I am fucking and wrecking this little ass of yours. What a good little fucktoy you are, taking my fat cock so well in your tiny asshole. Just think about how our nasty, shameless act turn them on to that point where they couldn't control themself anymore and start to jerk off to us. You would like that, yeah? I know what a dirty little boy you are. So let them hear what a greedy, filthy fuckdoll you are. Come, don't be shy. Be louder. Even more louder, Baby..."
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Steve Rogers with an innocent/naive reader who doesn’t think of the touching he does to her and everything 😝🙈
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steve rogers x reader
warnings: dark!steve rogers, soft!dark!steve rogers, non-con, dub-con, fingering, groping, manipulation, corruption, steve is fucked up, this is fucked up, honestly don’t read this if you don’t fuck with these kind of stuff. no one is forcing you to read this.
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It’s really amusing to know that a member of the avengers who fights aliens, villains, evil assassins, and everything out of the ordinary like yourself does not know a simple survival skill such as swimming.
Steve isn’t so surprised though. He knows about your lack of knowledge about… things. And swimming isn’t the only thing on that list. He couldn’t thank Tony enough when he assigned him to teach you the basics of swimming.
He has been watching you, being there for you and even being your best friend. You’ve come to trust him with all your life and goddamn if he doesn’t love the idea of that. Sweet innocent Y/N trusting Captain America with all her life, her soul, and her body. He could do anything to you and you wouldn’t even question him. He could act on every vile and nasty thought he has with you and you wouldn’t even second guess his actions.
“I’m ready!”
The familiar cheerful and friendly voice of yours echoes around the empty pool area as you come running towards Steve with a big smile. There you are, standing tall yet so small compared to the super soldier in front of you with a small blue bikini like you just know how seeing you in blue makes him so hard. Steve would’ve chuckled at how you’re already wearing your goggles if he wasn’t so distracted by your body. Just standing in front of him like a frail helpless girl ready for Steve to do whatever it is he wants to do with you and your body.
“Helloooo?”
Your small hands waving in front of Steve’s face breaks him out of his thoughts, making him break into a cheeky smile before raising an eyebrow at you.
“You ready?”
“Yes! I’ve been trying to tell you that but you’ve been ignoring me the whole time!” Your voice is friendly as you chuckled but there’s a hint of sadness in it that Steve didn’t fail to notice.
“Aw… Come ‘ere” He tugs on your arm once and you came flying towards his hard chest and into a pair of big arms surrounding you for a warm hug.
“Sorry, bub. Just thinking about the mission last week.”
“Oh… Did someth--”
You were cut off when Steve lifts you up before jumping down the pool, bringing the both of you underwater. Steve’s grip on you tightened when you started thrashing around in hopes to surface and he helped you by pushing you up by your waist until you’re able to breathe again.
“STEVIE!!” he hears you shout before feeling your arms wrapping around his neck tightly as well as your legs wrapping around his torso. Steve pulls your body closer to his to give you a false sense of safety when in reality, he finds himself getting harder at the feeling of your body rubbing against his. Not to mention how your cunt is literally on top of his hard cock right now.
“I got you, bub. Relax, doll. Relax...” He reassures you with his soothing voice as he moves closer to the edge so you can hold onto the tiles with his broad body trapping you against the tiles.
Once you’re relaxed, Steve lets out a chuckle before rubbing a thumb the skin on your waist, traveling lower until it’s rubbing your hip soothingly. “You didn’t seem ready at all for someone who kept saying they were ready.” He teases, laughing at the frown that your face made.
Steve managed to bring you towards the middle of the pool so you’re forced to cling onto him for dear life which he very much loves. Your body is stiff against his and he couldn’t help but to pull you closer while he humps your legs subtly which remains unnoticed by you because you were too busy clawing yourself up against his body.
“You gotta relax, bub. You gotta relax or you’ll keep sinking.” He grabs your ass before grinding your core against his swelling cock, letting out a hungry groan at the feeling of you quivering against his cock.
“What’s the problem? Can’t relax? Want me to help you?”
Not waiting for your reply, Steve moves your bikini aside before easily entering a long finger into your tight slit. Your reaction was to hold onto him tighter and he smirks at that before starting to place reassuring kisses on your neck.
“Just relax, bub.” He adds another finger, feeling your walls gripping his fingers tighter and making him harder at the thought of your walls suffocating his cock.
“S-Stevie…” Steve’s jaw clenches at the sound of your needy voice moaning his name.
“Just relax, bub,” he repeats, curling his fingers when it’s deep inside you and smirking proudly when you let out an adorable squeak that tells him that he just found the spot he’s been looking for.
“Right here?” He starts thrusting his fingers harder, ignoring your cries, using them as motivation to bring you closer to your high.
“Let go for me, bub. Just relax. I know you can do it…” He uses his thumb to play with you clit, letting out a loud laugh when your walls tightened around his fingers and your body stiffening as you finally reach your peak and cumming on Steve’s fingers.
Steve watches as you let out a huff before slumping against his body, finally relaxed.
“You did great, bub! See?! You’re all relaxed now…” He lets go of your body, only holding your right hand as your body floats on the water. “You’re floating, see?” He grins at your excited yet tired expression before pulling you back against his body and carrying you out of the pool.
He sits you on the bench before walking away, only to come back with a big fluffy towel. The towel easily covers your body, making Steve chuckle at the sight of you wrapped in it.
“Aren’t you a cute giant burrito…” He ruffles your hair with the towel before placing a kiss on your nose, and then your lips.
“Steve!” You let out a shocked gasp.
“Y-You like me?” Steve chuckles at your stuttering before nodding.
Only you would miss how obvious it is but he understands why. His innocent little Y/N.
“I really like you, bub.”
“I LIKE YOU TOO STEVIE!”
Steve smiles before embracing your towel-covered body.
“You enjoyed today’s swimming lessons?” Steve asks, grinning at the way you nodded eagerly against his hold.
“Then you’ll love all the lessons I have in store for you, bub.”
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Part ten of the More To Love Series
Summary: The ball is tomorrow night and preparations are in full swing in the Mandalorian Palace. In desperate need of a break from all of the Masquerade planning, you get away from the palace for a few hours. This gives you a chance to reflect on your relationship with the Knight, learn more about his past, and grow closer with Koska.
Word Count: 10.9k, NO ‘Y/N’
Warnings: SMUT (handjob, grinding, this is like actually sort of gross if you over think it so just don’t over think it thanks <3), THIS IS EXPLICIT, 18+ CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. Swearing. Mentions of: blood, scars, fighting, hand-to hand combat.
IMPORTANT PLEASE READ: insight of recent events surrounding my tumblr, I have added an additional in-text warning for the smut scenes. This will continue for future chapters for those who do not wish to read the explicit scenes of More to Love.
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Part Nine
“No, If you keep that elbow down it will throw off your balance.”
“Okay, what if I hold it like this.”
“No it will get more tired faster.”
“Well how long do I have to keep it up like this?”
“Until the song ends!” You sigh, your fingers coming up to hold your eyebrow out of frustration. You and the Knight have been in the library for nearly an hour trying to learn how to waltz together and if you didn’t know any better, you’d guess he had two left feet. He was starting to get the hang of it, though. Slowly but surely and through a lot of trial and error but you don’t have very much room to talk because an hour before this one, he was just as frustrated with you because you couldn’t swing at him with nearly enough power needed to make some damage on anyone. This is how you’ve spent your last two evenings with the knight. The two of you sarcastically bullying one another in learning the opposite’s art. It was already Friday, the ball was tomorrow and you weren’t sure if he was going to be able to pull it together in time. The worst part is that you haven’t had anytime privately with him to do your... usual antics. There was always someone with you, usually Korkie or Koska, or the dance and fighting practice took up too much time to really have any fun.
The palace has been bustling the last two days. Every servant has had a task they were always doing, there was no down time for them which meant lots of downtime for the Royals. If there was no one to set up tea, then there would be no tea, simple as that.
Because of the high workload put on the staff of the palace, each royal has been subject to dinner in their own rooms alone this week, which was a dream come true for you. Dinner was your least favorite time of the day because of how painful it was to get through socially. And it also meant you got to spend more time with your own thoughts. You still aren’t sure what to do about the marriage, especially since you’ve admitted to yourself that you think you are falling for the beskar-clad knight who stands watch outside your door.
Even Soniee has been spending less time inside your quarters pampering you (you could really use a bubble bath). At all hours of the day, there was either a team of butlers carrying large bouquets of flowers down ornate hallways, a chef interrupting your dress fitting with Soniee and Koska to have you try another flower-flavored mousse, or an immediate meeting with the Queen to learn about some of your guests who will be at the masquerade and how to properly greet them. One time yesterday, you were asked to review the lanterns they picked out for the garden decorations. You were so indifferent to the ones they picked that the servants actually sent you back inside out of frustration. Along with the controlled chaos of preparations, the mask making has still left you feeling guilty. Just this morning you caught a glimpse of Koska’s shaky hands that had clearly been pricked by one too many needles while sewing jewels into the Queen’s mask. You must have apologized too much because she eventually got snarky and asked you to quit saying sorry about it. As much as you would like to dance with your knight with others looking on, you weren’t sure if it was worth all the pain and labor others were putting themselves through for it.
Party planning was exhausting, and on top of all of it, you needed to teach the most uncoordinated man in the kingdom how to waltz. It genuinely baffled you how he was able to be so methodical and perfect in hand-to hand combat and in bed but can barely hold his own in situations such as these. There was something charming about that flaw, however.
Now, the golden sunlight of the aging day was pouring into the towering windows of the Mandalorian library. It had made the room warm, and showed just how valuable the knight’s dark skin was as his bare hands soaked in the rays. You caught yourself staring at them a few too many times, which to your dismay, he caught you doing.
“You’re staring again.” He says while the two of you are practicing the basic 1, 2, 3 waltz step. Your eyes jump back to the emotionless visor of the beskar helmet which looked down at your face. You didn’t even realize you were looking at your hand holding out to the right, studying the way his knuckles looked and how clean his fingernails were.
“Sorry… It’s just that dancing is usually an emotional thing, you’re supposed to play off of eachother I suppose.” You shrug, stopping the dance. You realized you had been searching for something to play off of, anything, even if it’s just the calloused fingers of a hard worker.
You wouldn’t think the two of you would be so far behind and underprepared but for a majority of these rehearsals you’ve been the one leading as he figures it out. You know how bad it would look if you were the one leading tomorrow, and you’re starting to lose hope that you’re going to pull this off. You had wished you started teaching him earlier, but knew that he would have never agreed before now.
“Princess, you do realize that you’re probably still not going to see my face if we dance tomorrow.” He drops your hands. You sigh, you did know it, you just didn’t want to admit it.
“I know… when do you take it off?” You couldn’t remember if you had asked this already. Maybe you were out of line for asking, but a piece of you didn’t care, you deserved to know.
He was quiet, he always was when you asked him something personal. Maybe he was hoping you would get the idea by now…
“When I eat, when I sleep… sometimes around my son. Sometimes around other guards.” He said as he walked towards one of the library windows. You followed him, a few footsteps behind. He stopped at the glass, his reflection disturbing the pristine scene outside. You could see the beach from this window, not as well as in other parts of the castle, but the horizon of the Mandalorian sea was still in view. Your reflection came up behind his. You could see the exhale of his lungs from the shift in armor weight.
“I understand if you never want to show me.” You said. You didn’t really believe that, but you did respect him, and because of that you had to accept the reality that he may never show you. Maybe you were just trying to convince yourself that. You walk a little further to him and stand up on your tippy-toes so that you may rest your chin on his shoulder, looking out at the world below. It was so peaceful from up here. You’ve only left palace grounds once in the last two weeks and you desperately want to again. Being cooped up inside an oil painting was getting exhausting. “I want to go somewhere.” You mutter, your arms wrapping around his waist to hug him from behind: a pure and innocent act of affection.
“What?” His helmet turns to the side just a little bit so that you might hear him better. “Like… the Garden? The Parlor?”
“No!” You chuckle against his pauldron, “Outside, I want to get out of the palace again.”
“Did you forget what happened last time we went out?” He asks meditatively. “We can’t risk anything happening to you before tomorrow, The Queen would be furious, and even worse, Koska would be too.”
“Of course I didn’t forget! I’ll have the scar to always remind me” You giggle at his remark. “And besides, I-I want to go to the water.” You step out from behind him to look out at and gesture to the gentle waves against the golden beach. “I’ve been on a sandy beach before.” You clear your throat.
“We… might be able to arrange that. How about we go on Sunday? After the ball?” He attempts to negotiate.
“Or we could go now? There’s no formal dinner tonight.” You suggest.
“Your parents are coming in tonight, along with a number of other guests, not to mention Grand General Vizsla, all the Royal Guard is to be presented to him at nine.” He groans, but you were determined to convince him. You really needed a break from all of the planning, fittings and tastings.
“So? It’s barely five! We can just go for a little while!” You say as you look at the grandfather clock that sits nestled between two bookcases. You weren't feeling very optimistic, you doubted he would not budge, he’s always been so stubborn. “I can repay you…” You bite your lip. You were also incredibly horny and remember overhearing a maid back home talk about sex on the beach. It had always excited you.
He sighs again.
“Please? For me? I seriously deserve a break, so do you.” You reach out to stroke his hand. You knew that would probably work, it has before.
“Fine-“
“Really!?”
“Yes, but we have to tell Koska just so they don’t think we’re missing again.” He turns to walk out of the library. You silently congratulate yourself on getting the most unmovable and obedient man in the galaxy to go against his orders and do what you want. You happily skip behind him. “It takes a while to get all the way down to the beach so we should probably take a horse.” He says on the move. “Do you know how to ride?”
“I’m royalty, of course I do… do you?” You revising a teasing eyebrow.
He scoffs at your question, “There is much you do not know about me.”
“Well, you make it sort of hard for me to learn.” You roll your eyes playfully. He elbows you in the side, knocking you off your balance. You attempt to do the same to him, nudging him right back but not even getting the boy to budge and hurting your funny bone a little against the Beskar.
It takes you two a few minutes of complete silence and portrait-perfect stature to get all the way down the palace into the servants quarters. The only other time you had been in these narrow, stone hallways in the ground level of the Mandalorian Castle was earlier this week after Korkie begrudgingly led you back to your quarters in a wet peasant gown and a stinging bicep.
By the time the knight and yourself had made it down here, he was leading you through the maze of corridors, past helmetless knights who all nodded out of respect as they passed you, and into a wooden-arch. The room you had entered into must have been the servant’s common room, because it was about the size of the dining room. A candle-lit, wooden chandelier hung over four long tables, unlike the glass and oil-lamp chandeliers in the rest of the palace. A large fireplace burned on one wall, illuminating the room more and several small, gothic-arch windows towards the ceiling allowed warm light to pour into the cozy hall. Several handmaidens bejeweled masks at one table, twice as many sewed the bases of the coverings at another. One table showcased all of the finished designs, which depicted extravagant bird beaks, colorful fox and wolf snouts, towering cat and rabbit ears, ornate peacock tails, sharp antlers and horns on some and even incredible tusks on a few. They were all breathtaking, and while you felt guilty for making so many staff members work double-time, you appreciated their handy-work in making your dream come true.
The fourth and final table was mostly empty, a few elderly and child servants ate potato soup at it, and one maid cleaned her finger-nails at the opposite end. Everything was so simple and normal, it was such a display of controlled chaos that almost made you forget about the corruption in Mandalore… almost.
A sharp whistle rang through the room, and immediately, everyone dropped what they were doing, stood up swiftly from their seats on the long benches that paralleled each table, and turned to look at you before bowing deeply and diligently. They hadn’t even noticed you were there at first and interrupting their normalcy was not what you intended to do, but then you caught sight of who it was that sang the whistle. Koska Reeves was walking through the bowed, silent heads to you and the Knight. She looked exhausted, her hair was down and over her shoulders instead of pinned up in the intricate braids she usually wore them in when she was around royalty. The amount of fly-always was distracting but you couldn’t blame her, she would not disappoint the Queen with her work, even if that meant looking a little rough and disheveled.
“What’s the meaning of this? All royalty is supposed to be approved before coming in here.” She says to your knight chivalrously, then turns to you, “This is no sight for you, princess.” Something told you that she wasn’t only referring to the activities taking place in the common room. “I am sorry for our disorder.”
“No worries, Lady Reeves. There’s no need to apologize. I am most impressed by the work done on the masks for tomorrow.” You gesture to the table with the completed designs.
She sighs and smiles, “Thank you.” She nods before turning around, “Carry On!” She calls out to the room and everyone returns to normal as if nothing out of the ordinary happened, as if you weren’t even there. There was something you liked about that, something that reminded you that even though you have a lucky bloodline, you’re human too, and not all that different from the workers in this very room. Their daily routine was fascinating to you. “What do you two want?” She hushes her voice and drops her “right-hand woman to the queen”, first lady-in-waiting and head of the Mandalorian royal staff persona. She’s now the same brash friend you two shared.
“We want to go out for a while, it’ll just be a few hours but we knew we needed to tell someone in case anyone notices that we’re missing.” The Knight nods, explaining the situation. She raises a questionable eyebrow.
“Absolutely not, we cannot risk anything happening to her before tomorrow night.” Your heart drops.
“That’s what I said, but she’s incredibly convincing.” He shrugs, tilting his head just enough to show the extra bit of emotion. Koska looks between the two of you, her hands perched firmly on her hips. You caught sight of her hands again, which were now bandaged tightly with the same white gauze that she wrapped your cut arm with earlier this week. You wondered if that was done to dress bleeding wounds, keep the shakiness from over-working and late nights in control, or a dreadful mix of both. A terrible feeling told you it was the third.
“Vizsla is going to be here.” She raises an eyebrow, her intimidating demeanor hasn’t gone away even after she’s become aware of your little secret (well, actually massive, life-altering, “how-the-hell-am-I-gonna-fix-this?” secret). “If you aren’t here, that could result in a court-martial from the Queen herself.”
“Sounds tempting.” He replies.
“You and I both know what’s going to happen to you and your little boy if you step out of line, even once, which is why I’m guarding your scandle so close to my heart.” Her voice get’s real quiet when she says that, and he shifts his weight. Your heart drops, what in the world could she mean by that? “You know what could happen to you if I accidentally slip something, that’s why I won’t cover for you.”
“What the hell does that mean?” You whisper. She glances at you and then right back to him.
“Wow, you really haven’t told her much, have you?” Koska’s arms move from her hips into a fold over her chest. He doesn’t respond.
“Told me much about what?” You ask, worried about whatever was going on that you didn’t know about. Every day you’re reminded about how much of a stranger he really is to you.
“All she knows is that I had an old job, that’s all she needs to know.” He bites back, his voice equally hushed.
“If you’re fucking her, she deserves to know a lot more, but that’s just my opinion.” Koska chuckles once and you blush red hot. “I mean, at least tell her your name.”
“Why is this happening here? Now?” He gestures to the very crowded room. “Look, we just want to go down to the beach for an hour at the most. We’ll be back long before Vizsla gets here. You won’t have to cover for us, I swear.” He tries changing the subject but your mind is racing with the possibilities and confusion of the conversation you were just welcomed into.
Koska looks between the two of you a few times again, carefully considering what’s on the table and the risk. “Fine, one horse. I mean it, only one because if two are gone, someone will notice and then I’m gonna have to do exactly what I told you I wouldn’t do and what you said I won't have to: cover for your ass. Get out of here.” She beckons her head to a door that leads outside as a smile spreads across your cheeks. “Djarin! Don’t be late!” She calls out as you begin walking. That’s the second time you have heard that word, both times uttered from Koska’s mouth. Something wanted you to believe that might be his name but you were far too scared to find out for your own. You would try to remember it this time.
The knight leads you out of the room, and you watch Koska over your shoulder as you follow, studying the way she stood still immediately after you walk away, taking a few deep, sharp breaths and then promptly returning to her work. You wondered if she was tired, remembering that not everyone who lives in the Mandalorian Palace has the same relaxing lifestyle that you have.
Despite the aging daylight, it was still deathly hot. The heat of summer bled onto your shoulders, which were still partially covered due to the scarring cut in your muscle. The clothing only added to the heat. The part of the Castle grounds you were were foreign to you. They weren’t the beautiful, lush and trimmed gardens or breezy courtyards you usually spend your afternoons in, no. It was dark, the tall height of the palace shading the courtyard where knights sparred and a pair of little servant girls chased one another. One wall that lined the courtyard was the horse stables, and another was a blacksmith. The golden light shone through the stables, and you were able to spot the four white horses that took you and Korkie to Keldabe earlier this week despite the beasts being backlit.
“You can ride, I’ll just walk.” He says as he guides you to a palomino, a tall horse with a Caramel body and pure white mane.
“Are you sure?” You ask, not wanting him to have to walk.
“Of course.” He says as he mindlessly bridles the horse, petting him on the nose a few times. “Do you prefer a saddle?” He asks. You nod, and he swings the seat over the back of the steed.
“Does this horse have a name?” You ask, reaching your hand out to pet his neck a few times. The horse nickers at your touch.
“He likes you.” The Knight chuckles. You smile at the statement, and continue to stroke the soft hair on the neck. “Clove.” He says, his voice velvet and full of caring. The knight knew this horse. They had a bond. “Here.” He holds his hand up for you to hoist yourself onto the saddle. You were in no way dressed for riding, and the saddle wasn’t even a side-riding seat, but you would make it work. You knew that on the palace grounds you would have to ride side-saddle, it’s customary, and how you learned. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t ride regularly. The horses back home in Corellia were massive beasts, animals suited for harsh winters and heavy amounts of snow, thick fur covers their ankles so that they can trudge through deep snow and pull sleighs. The Mandalorian horses were far more majestic, more like show horses than work horses. Clove was gentle, though, that was something that wasn’t common for the strong horses up north. He didn’t move a muscle or bat an eyelash as you heave yourself onto his back, adjusting yourself to sit properly, the knight’s hand holding yours tightly as you positioned yourself and then rearranging the heavy skirt of your dress to properly cover your legs. His plan grazes your shin as he does it, and your eyes immediately catch the visor of his beskar helmet. You liked to think he was looking at your eyes, too. The moment is so still, time freezing for half a second.
He starts to walk the horse out of the opposite side of the stable and into the field behind the palace. You could see the tree line of the garden from here. The bridle was tightly wrapped around his hand as he led the two of you out of the palace and into the hot, hot sun. This was the first time you’ve ridden a horse in a very long time, and you had almost forgotten how much you loved it. A cheesy smile was on your face, and your eyes cycled from the mane of the horse, the shoreline ahead, the back side of the ornate castle and the top of the helmet of the knight. The sun reflected off of the beskar, causing a bright illumination to shine on the bodice of your gown. He walked methodically and quietly, and you wanted to start a conversation with him but it didn’t feel right.
Comfortable silence is often overlooked, something taken for granted that is really only shared between two trusting people. You aren’t sure if you’ve ever experienced a genuine comfortable silence with anyone before. Being a royal has a lot of “fine print”, one of which being that no one ever shut up. Korkie isn’t the only self-centered, talkative royal in this world. The thing that sets Korkie aside from the rest is the fact that you’ll have to deal with it intimately for the rest of your life.
There was something wildly attractive about the introvert by your side. Because he was few with words, it caused you to seek them out, and cherish what little you did get. He was warming up to you, opening up and every time you get a moment alone with him, he says a little more. Your conversations now are very different from that first night in the castle when he helped you untie your corset. All he said originally was “Goodnight, Princess”, and now he’s telling you about the stars and teaching you how to fight and defend yourself. The idea that it’s happened too fast has crossed your mind several times, but you considered that when you’re alone with someone almost all day, every day, you’re bound to get to know one another quicker than usual. However, you’ve also been afraid that you came off too harsh, maybe you jumped into it all too fast and overwhelmed him. What if he’s only complying to the relationship because he’s obligated to through his duty? You had to admit that there were a number of insecurities surrounding your friendship, you would be lying to yourself if you didn’t think that. Maybe you felt that way because you relied so heavily on him to get away from the other boy in your life who you can’t escape no matter how hard you try. Was it entirely possible that the knight feels about you the way you feel about Korkie? That very thought made you sick, your stomach twisting and preventing you from enjoying the beautiful landscape ahead.
“What’s wrong?” He asks. He noticed that you had tensed up. You silently curse yourself for not hiding it better.
“What?” Your look down at him, forcing a false smile. He was looking up at you now, his hand resting on your knee. Your eyes move from where he holds you and back up to the visor on his helmet. “Oh… nothing.” You hum.
“You are a fool if you think you can hide anything from me.” He tilts his head and your cheeks burn with blush. You sigh, knowing you should tell him. The chances are that expressing these concerns to him might give you a piece of mind… or they could do the exact opposite. You aren’t sure if you can take the emotional weight of resenting two men who you admire. You admire them for entirely different reasons, however. You admire Korkie for his dedication to his kingdom, and you admire that he’s genuinely trying his best. However, you admire the Knight for his kindness, his patience, his protection. You admire his velour voice, his plush lips, and the way he touches you. You admire that he’s a father, that he’s split his dedication between his duty to his kingdom and his duty to his son. You admire his deep chuckle, and the way he kisses you, the way you can see him laugh when you shoot him silly faces during dinner. You both admired and was frustrated by his obedience to his creed. He kept promises, no matter how life-altering they may be.
As you reflect on all the reasons he meant anything to you, you felt a sense of peace. It was better, the feeling in your stomach, that is. You decide it is right to tell him, you recall your governess explaining to you that all good relationships are built on enthusiastic communication, and you wanted your relationship with the Knight to be considered ‘good’. You sigh and then speak up, “I just…” You take a sharp, deep breath in the middle of your sentence before speaking up again, “just lots of insecurities, I suppose.” You shrug.
“Insecure- about what?” He asks.
“Everything, but especially us.” You didn’t really want to have this conversation, but you knew you had to.
“May I ask why?” His tone was sincere.
You aren’t sure how to reply at first. “Is it too fast? Am I too much?” You ask after careful consideration of what you were going to bring up first.
“What? No.” You think this was the first time he had ever replied immediately after you ask him something. “What makes you think that?”
“I don’t know-“
“Yes you do… tell me.” He reassures.
“Our personalities are different, you’re quiet and stoic…”
“Is that… bad?”
“No! No, not at all. Royals just aren’t that, and I worry if we’re compatible enough. And don’t mistake me, I admire that about you, but I fear I’m too much for you.” You sigh, shaking your head. Clove nickers again as if he’s listening in on your conversation and chiming in. He doesn’t respond right away which you’ve gotten used to, but if it was any other situation you wouldn’t be overthinking it. You can’t take the silence anymore and speak up, “And there’s the added factor that I’m totally cheating on Korkie with you-”
“-If I thought you were too much, do you think I would let you teach me how to dance?” He interrupts. The words halt in your mouth, and you look at him almost dumbfounded. “Or do you think I would be teaching you how to defend yourself? Fucking you on a royal sofa in an un-locked room? Risking my title to take you to the beach?” He almost sounded… angry? Had you offended him for thinking that? Your legs tensed up on the horse, and you regretted everything you had said. He did have a point, you hadn’t really thought of that.
“I… suppose you’re right.” You mutter.
“I don’t have to be doing any of this,” He grabs your hand, holding it in his and uses his other hand to halt the horse. The three of you pause in the field between the beach and the castle. There had been a downgrade so you were mostly hidden but you could still the upper-towers of the palace. He looks up and you, and you find yourself wishing you could see his eyes again. “But I do because I’m… fond of you.” It sounds like he’s having a hard time getting the words out, but that isn’t very uncommon for him. Your heart flares up, this was the first time he had ever admitted anything like that.
“W-what?” You ask, sounding like a fool.
“I know, it’s crazy. How could a halfwit like myself deserve a Princess like you?” He chuckles under his breath. “Maybe the elf laid a spell on me, I don’t know. But I do know that ever since I was given the duty of protecting you, my life has been different.” You can’t believe what you’re hearing. “I’ve… I’ve never felt this way about anyone, and I don’t know what it is but I-I-“ You smile fondly, and use his hand to hop off the horse. You bring your hands up to hold the back of his neck.
“It’s not a spell.” You whisper. “I feel it too.”
“Then it’s a spell on both of us.”
“Maybe.” You move your hands up to his helmet, desperately wanting to remove it, but you remember what you told yourself the other day. If he wishes to show you his face, it should be his choice, he deserves to be the one to take the beskar off. You would respect that. Instead, you just run your fingertips along the lip of the helmet, looking into the visor enchantingly. “Then it would be a wonderful spell.”
His hands find their way to your waist, hugging you to his chest. You rest or head on his shoulder and just close your eyes, feeling his chest plate move with each breath. It’s so still, the summer breeze softly runs through the tall grass. You can hear the waves gently hugging the beach, and the two of you just stand there like that. Completely alone, the only companionship being one another and a mindlessly-grazing horse. No one to interrupt. No doors to lock. No Princes to lie to. No thieves to fight. Just the two of you. If you could stay in that moment for the rest of your life, you would. In the earlier days of your relationship, you used to worry you wouldn’t like what his face looked like, worried that he might be unattractive to you. But every selfish desire you had about his physical appearance dissolved with the wind. No matter what he looked like, or what his past was, or what his name was, you didn’t care. You didn’t care because he cared for you, and you cared for him, too.
Before you can soak in the moment any longer, you’re swiftly grabbing his wrist, and tugging him towards the beach. The stillness of the moment is lost, but you’re quickly giggling as he’s chasing you down the small slope to the beach. You pull your skirt up as far as you can so you don’t trip on it, and find yourself being unable to slow down before the hill meets the shore. The soil slowly becomes more and more sandy, and your feet are bolting against uneven land towards teal, clear water. Before you can reach the ocean, however, strong hands are wrapping around your waist, pulling you flush against the Knight’s chest. You can hear the low rumble of chuckling in his throat, and you have the biggest, dorkiest smile of all time on your face. He spins the two of you around a few times before setting you back down on the beach.
You’re out of breath from running, and your hair is already untidy from the unexpected change of direction. The wind blows it just softly, letting it pull away from your face and neck. He tucks one rogue strand behind your ear, and then cups your face. You hadn’t even realized he’s been gloveless this entire time. You close your eyes and rest your cheek into him. You turn your head ever-so-slightly to kiss his palm, laying a sweet and innocent peck to his calloused skin.
You wonder if he’s hot with all that armor on. If you were too warm with a dress, only he knows what it’s like to have to spend summers so formally.
He’s the one to pull away, walking towards the water. You follow him, and the two of you stand against the tide. You kick your shoes off and pull your dress up again. Stepping into the water. You giggle at the tickle of the sand and smile at the feeling of the warm water against your ankles. He watches you fondly with his arms crossed. The water in Corellia is never this warm, and you throw your head back in bliss, breathing in the salty air. This was the happiest you had ever been since you arrived in Mandalore. The break from all the rules and customs was very needed, and you soaked in the sound of the waves, a distant call of a gull, and the wind keeping your hair out of your face. The best part was the fact that you were experiencing it with the Knight. There is no other person you would rather spend this memory with. You bite your lip and close your eyes and you never want to leave, you want to stay here forever. You hear the sound of metal clinking behind you, and something heavy hitting the sand. You turn to look at the Knight, who had discarded most of his armor. His boots have been carefully set next to one another, and beside them were his pauldrons, wrist guards, thigh plates and breastplate. The chainmail was the next thing to be removed, leaving him in only the dark-brown underclothes. His trousers were heavy duty, covered in various pockets and made out of thick material, but his tunic was a thin material, still long sleeved, but flowy, allowing the fresh, summer breeze to run through the fabric. The two items of clothing were held together by a pair of black suspenders, and the entire ensemble made him oh so… human.
You had only seen him with all his armor on before, and witnessing his shell being removed was both humbling and inspiring. The armor added quite a bit of bulk to his stature, it rounded out his shoulders, boosted his posture, and broadened him out. That was the first thing you noticed about him on the first day you arrived, he was ample in size and it made you feel so primal and safe. Despite his smaller stature without the armor, he wasn’t one bit less attractive to you. He was still the same guy who you were slowly falling for and didn’t even know it. But as he cuffed up his trousers and rolled back his shoulders, you felt so comfortable in his presence. He wasn’t just a mass of armor and creeds and rules, no, he was just a man. He was a single father, a guy who doesn’t know the first thing about dancing, and a boy born across the world in the Nevarro frontier. He was just a man.
You couldn’t stop the warm feeling in your chest that came with this thought. Everything about him was far more simple than you initially thought.
He walked towards you, and you held out your hand for him to take. He laces his fingers with yours as he steps into the shallow water with you. Your dress drops, dipping into the water and getting wet but you can’t even be mad about it. Your smile is big as his hand tightly grasped yours, the two of you looking out at the horizon.
“When I was a boy-” he begins, his voice quiet, “I wanted to live on the sea. Join a ship crew and travel the waters. There was always something so adventurous about that thought.” He shares. You turn to look at him as he speaks, studying the contour of the helmet with your eyes.
“What stopped you?” You ask, not entirely sure if he would share, but this time he was the one to start the conversation, and you felt like he might this time.
He sighs, you see it, he turns to look at you, the two of you staring at one another as the temperature slowly dropped with the sun on the horizon. “I was orphaned when I was only five.” He shrugs, your heart breaks. “It was one of the Mandalorian wars that caused it.”
You can’t imagine what it’s like having to serve a kingdom so intimately when they were responsible for the death of your family. You give his hand a reassuring squeeze, letting him know that you’re here for him. “I’m sorry.” You whisper.
“It’s not your fault, it was so long ago I don’t really remember it.” He looks down at the water.
“Thank you, for sharing that with me.” You smile apologetically. You really did appreciate that he felt comfortable enough to share something so serious with you. While you were grateful that he had begun to open up to you, it still didn’t answer any of the questions about Mandalore’s past, and what Koska was referring to a few days ago. It didn’t tell you what his past job was and why he’s serving the royal family now. However, you supposed it didn’t really matter, not right now, not today.
After a little minute of listening to the waves, he reaches down into the water, picking up a flat, thin rock. He runs his pointer finger along the edge, outlining the shape before hatching it into the space between his index finger and thumb, reeling back, and flicking it out so it hopped over the water’s surface seven or eight times before falling in. You looked at him enchanted, like he had just expressed a magic trick to a bright-eyed child.
“How did you do that?” You ask in awe.
“You’ve never seen anyone skip a rock?” He asks. You slowly shake your head. You’ve been cooped up inside a wintry castle your entire life, of course you haven’t.
“Teach me.” You say a little too forcefully. He chuckles and looks down at the sand, looking for a pebble that might work. He bends down eventually, and picks out a similar looking rock to the original.
“So, you want a rock that’s thin and flat, like this one.” He shows you the sediment. You reach your hand out, taking it and outlining the edge of the stone with your finger similar to how he did. He walks behind you, sloshing in the water but eventually gaining position. He wraps his left arm around your waist, and cups your right hand which holds the rock in his. “Now, don’t throw it quite yet, okay?”
“Alright.”
“You’re gonna flick your wrist like this,” he motions both of your hands at the same time, pulling back and then shooting forward quickly. He does it two or three times before speaking up again. “You’ll use your pointer finger to pull back like the trigger on a crossbow, it will give the rock enough spin that it stays on top of the water.” He makes you do the motion along with him a few times again. “Your shoulders will draw back almost like you’re pulling back an arrow on a bow.” Again, he does the motion with you, your back flush to his chest. You admired that he was able to relate everything to weaponry. He definitely knew his way around combat, that was apparent to you. “Then, you add all three motions together, aim for the horizon, and-“ he pulls back with you and before you know it, the rock is spiraling out of your hand and onto the surface of the ocean. It doesn’t skip, though, and instead plops right into the water.
You frown and look back at him. “What did I do wrong?” You ask, you knew he would know what needed to change.
“You didn’t flick your finger enough. Try again.” He pulls another stone out with a grunt, and holds you against his body to pull back and send another rock out. This one skips once before plopping into the water again. You sigh out, frustrated. “Here, try without me.” He says after handing you a third flat stone. You carefully practice the motion once, desperately wanting to impress him. You then pull back and give it everything you got, only for the stone to plop in without skipping at all again.
“Ugh, lemme try again.” You say angrily. You can hear him laughing at you, but you ignore it, ready to try again and determined to get it right this time.
You must have thrown four more rocks after that with no results. Each time he tried giving you just a little more advice about different things, “Follow through” or “You had too much spin that time”. You were starting to get really frustrated, having never had to really work for anything in your life before, and you knew he was starting to have a hard time finding flat rocks. You would not give up on this.
“Maybe we can try again next time-“
“No.” You say forcefully, “We do not leave this beach until I skip a damn rock, so if you want to be back in time for your evaluation with Vizsla, I suggest you find me another rock.” You raise an eyebrow as you pull out your diplomatic royal voice. He holds his hands back in defense and then tosses you the stone he already had waiting for you. You sigh when you catch it, taking a deep breath and remembering all your training. Don’t spin too much, follow through, add all three motions together, have faith.
You pull back the stone, praying that it will all go according to plan because you aren’t sure how much longer you can take failure. You pick out your target with your eyes before adding together all the advice given to you and sending it. You can hardly believe your eyes when you see it skip at least five times over the water. You cheer out in accomplishment and look over at the Knight, smiling big and triumphant. He runs through the water to you, shouting with you.
“I knew you could do it!” He grabs your waist, congratulating you. You giggle out of achievement. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” He asks.
You roll your eyes and playfully punch his arm (which luckily this time was not covered by pain-inflicting chainmail). “A lot easier than having to dodge your hits.” You admit.
“I’m proud of you.”
“It’s just a rock skip?” You wonder why he would be proud of you for that and ask yourself if you really are that pathetic.
“Yes but you put your mind to it and did it! I know some guys in the royal guard who would have given up on their third try, but you didn’t!”
“I was just trying to impress you.” You sheepishly chuckle.
“We’ll consider myself: Impressed.” He laughs and you blush.
“They don’t teach royals that.”
“Well of course not, I learned how to do that from the guy who took me in after my parents died. You picked it up much faster than I did.” He nods and you smile again.
The two of you catch your breath from the exuberant laughing, but you aren’t able to enjoy the still moment because all too quick it all comes crashing down quickly when he’s pushing you into the water. It isn’t very deep, but the unexpected soak makes you yelp out in surprise. Your initial reaction is to be frustrated, but you can hear him chuckling by your side and you can’t help but mischievously smiling in response. He’s standing, still dry with a hand over his stomach as he laughs at you. You roll your eyes before reaching up to pull him in with you, he yelps out stupefied as he’s splashing down into the tide next to you. You laugh out at him, sitting up in the water which is about waist deep. He wipes some water away from his visor and then splashes you, swatting a handful of the ocean at your face. Your laughing immediately halts from a mouthful of salt water. Your slight makeup washes off, and your hair is starting to get wet, too. You look over at him with a frown before copying his action and spraying him right back. He laughs at you, and you remember that you can’t win this. He has a helmet to keep his eyes clear from the water. You groan out of frustration, and wipe your eyes dry. He’s just looking at you, panting. His clothes were soaked now. You crawl to be closer to him in the water, which thank goodness it wasn’t too cold because you’d be rushing to get out, but the summer weather made it enjoyable to just sit there together.
[SMUT BEGINS HERE]
You’re next to him, running your fingers lightly up and down his right arm, looking at him fondly. He catches his breath, and brings his wet hand up to cup your face again. You close your eyes, hoping he takes the hint, which he does because a few seconds have your eyes are closed, his arm his pulling away from your touch against it and his lips are pressing into yours. You can tell he completely took the helmet off this time, which means he would take his time kissing you instead of a quick peck to shut you up.
The two of you sit in the water of the Mandalorian Ocean, both of his hands reaching up to hold you as he kisses each eyelid as if to say “keep ‘em closed”, before moving to your lips passionately. His left hand holding your cheek while his right hand finds its place on the back of your neck, pulling you into him. You breathe deeply as he practically devours you, his lips moving hungrily. Your hands find their way to his thighs in the water, running your palms up and down the strong muscle, making sure to take notice of the healing wound on his upper-thigh. Your hands eventually find their way to the waistband of his pants, running your fingers under them to pull out the tuck of the tunic. Fingernails come out of the water and up soft abs that flinch at the stroke. It’s hard to work around the suspenders, but you’re able to still run your hands over his torso, getting to know his body for the first and hopefully not the last) time. He has a few scars, you can feel the fresh tissue under your fingers and wonder what caused them. He’s still kissing you, his left hand moves down to hold your jaw and you keep your eyes tightly shut out of fear of this ending too quickly. The kissing noises are obscene, wet and needy amongst the sound of the waves. The Knight licks into your mouth, his tongue hot and forceful as it explores your mouth, you can taste the lust on his lips, and you happily welcome the sensation.
His right hand works around the way your gown has flared out in the water and eventually wraps itself around your ass, pulling you up onto his lap. You’re mostly out of the water now, just your shins being completely submerged. You’re slightly weighed down by the added weight of a wet skirt, but you sit comfortably on the guards lap, your hands coming up to wrap around his neck, kissing him from above now. The kiss is forced down, and this time you’re able to lick into his mouth, nibbling his lip and deepening the kiss further from the angle. You can’t help your hands from cupping his face now, pulling him into you.
Your noses rub into one another, and both of his arms lift you up from behind. Your back arches into him, and your breathing hitches, getting heavier and hotter. He starts to get hard, you feel it under your body, and a mixture of the kissing and the pressure beginning to press into your cunt is really starting to turn you on. You start to just softly grind against him, moaning a little bit at the feeling of his growing cock against your heat. His hands help you, making the humping motion more smooth and natural. The kissing becomes sloppy now, and the water from the wet bodice is making your nipples just that much harder.
Your hands are reaching down to slide the suspenders off his shoulders, and then you’re pulling his shirt up and unhooking the trousers. Your hand is reaching in and finding the base of his hardening, thick length. He groans at your touch, and you’re bending down to kiss his neck, sucking deep, purple hickeys into his golden skin. You’re needy, still grinding against him and trying not let the water slow you down. He’s sighing breathy moans and grunts in your ear as you start jerking him off. The water does make it hard, but there’s something about the added sensation of the flowing water that really made it unique. You swipe your thumb over the head a few times, getting drunk with the unexpected control you have. This was the first time the two of you have fooled around that you really got to have total dominance. You liked it… you really liked.
He did too.
Your clit is able to rut so slightly and deliciously into your fist and his cock, and you’re having a hard time not letting your eyes open and flutter in pleasure. The same shocks of ecstasy ran up and down your spine, and he held you closer to his body, using his strong hands to cup your ass and knead the soft skin. You’re panting, your free hand reaches down to rub your clit, both of your hands working in between your legs as you straddle the Knight. You’re going to cum already and can’t believe it’s happening so fast but choose not to hold it back. You’re moaning out loud when you cum against your fingers, graining against his lap fast and squeezing his cock a little harder.
“Fuck, did you just cum?” He asks deep in his voice, growling in your ear. You hum out in response against his neck pathetically, and all dominance you previously possessed dissolves as you keep jerking off your Knight. “Dirty girl, kiss me. Keep those pretty eyes closed.” His throat is dry, which you remember from last time that that means he’s close, too. You reach up to kiss him again, going in tongue first and breathing in his scent deeply. One of his hands reaches around to cup yours that is working his length, holding it and adding pressure and then making you go faster, you happily oblige and soon the pace is quick and he’s grunting against your lips. He cums in your hand, you feel the heat of it. He’s panting and sighing and it’s all so hot you think you could get turned on by it again.
He rests his head on your shoulder after cumming, catching his breath. You take your hand out of the water and you tangle your fingers through his hair, toying with the curls as he sighs against your wet skin. You open your eyes now, looking out at the horizon, lashes heavy with lust.
[SMUT ENDS HERE]
“Gross.” You chuckle.
“You liked it.” He hums against your collar bone. His hands are steadfast on your lower back, holding you there against his chest. He doesn’t have the cold breastplate separating the two of you, so your hearts were pressed against one another, beating in perfect synch. You could also finally feel how warm his body was, despite the wet clothes and gentle waves. In your peripheral, you can see some of the brown curls.
Your heart warms, this might be the happiest you have ever been. The two of you must have sat like that for a long time because your skin was starting to prune and your hair was slowly drying with the wind. His breathing had completely calmed, and he was so still and quiet that just for a moment you wondered if he had fallen asleep. The sun was almost down completely, only a little sliver of it peaking over the water. You watched it as it fell to its resting place in the ocean, the sky still blazing oranges and yellows but cooling with a soft, pale blue from the top down. It was so… serene, so peaceful. Nothing like the crashing waves of Corellia. This was the best part of Mandalore yet. It’s saving grace.
The crescent moon is on the horizon when he’s turning to kiss your ear one more time and asking you to close your eyes as he pulls the helmet back on.
“We should probably get back, I don’t want to be late for Vizsla and I’m afraid I’ve started to lose track of time.” He stands up and holds his hand out for you to take. You attempt to hoist yourself up out of the water, but the wet dress has added so much weight that you can’t lift your legs up. You grunt in effort, but there’s no budging. “Huh, looks like we need to take that thing off.”
“Again?” You look up at him, you knew he had a smug smirk under all that beskar. You reach behind you to undo the corset just enough for you to step out of it, water dripping from your undergarment as he yanks you up and out of the warm water. “I’m starting to think you just really like seeing me naked.” You mutter and don’t realize how close you were to him while saying that until after. You catch your tongue, holding your breath as he looks down at you.
“Yeah, something like that.” He mumbles in response and you believe you could faint and die right then and there. He doesn’t let the moment stew for nearly as long as you would have liked for it, however and he’s pulling the sopping wet dress out of the water and carrying it back on shore. He hands it to you when he gets to his armor, and you try ringing some of the liquid out from the fabric but it’s almost too heavy for you to even hold in your arms. He re-assembles his gear on top of the wet clothes and you know that can’t be comfortable. Sand clings to your bare, wet feet, and you're desperately trying to brush some of it off before slipping your shoes back on. He’s resituated too fast, he has dressing his armor down to a perfection and you’re sad to see your beach adventure come to a close so quickly.
Before you know it, he’s walking up the hill again with you by his side, making your ways to Clove who has been diligently and patiently chewing on the grass in the field this entire time.
“Ride with me.” You ask as he helps you onto the palomino. “Please.” You ask. “We’ll get to the palace faster and then maybe you can get out of those wet clothes before you have to go to the meeting.” You ask. He sighs but then nods with a shrug, hoisting himself onto the horse behind you. You were riding normally now, and situated yourself comfortably into his chest. The wet gown lay on the back of the horse and you wished you had thought about removing that before getting into the water.
As the two of you start a gentle gallop to the palace, you feel your hair get drier. At one moment he reaches his hand up to run bare fingers over your healing bicep.
“We should have kept this out of the water.” He says in your ear. You twist your head back to reply.
“It’s okay, really. It’s starting to feel a lot better.” You reassure.
“It looks better, but the salt water can only do bad things to it.” He explains. You shrug, unsure of how he expects you to respond.
The three of you arrive at the castle just as the sky begins to darken, both of you still damp from the ocean but your hearts still full and bodies still riding the orgasm high. The Knight helps you off the horse, and now that you aren’t alone, you feel very aware that you’re only in your undergarments and really anyone could see you. You pull the wet gown off the rump of Clove, which was so saturated that it made his fur wet. You hold it against your body, trying to cover yourself up as much as possible. The Knight removes the saddle of the horse, storing it away and removing the bit. He stretches the beast’s ears and then walks over to the far side of the stable to grab a carrot out of a bucket before handing it to Clove as a reward for his hard work. You watch him as he expertly takes care of the animal, like he’s done it a thousand times before.
Then, with no warning, the two of you hear the shrill voice of none other than Koska Reeves.
“I shouldn’t have let you go.” She’s crossing over the dirt courtyard to the stables. Her hair has been done now, put up into the customary braids they usually are in. She was now wearing the royal blue color reserved for the Queen’s court, a golden sash sitting on her hips. She held the dress above her feet and she hustled in your direction. You felt scared, you knew Koska meant business, and was not afraid to scold. She was intimidating, to say the least. “You’re soaking wet.” She gasps when she gets to the stable fence. “Come with me, Princess. We must get you changed before anyone sees you or the Queen will have my head.” She sighs, opening the gate for you to walk through. “As for you, Vizsla’s here early.”
“What.” You heard the drop in his voice from panic. “Why?”
“No one knew, he just arrived before we could do any regular welcoming. The evaluation is starting in ten minutes, I suggest you move your ass.” She shakes her head. You were incredibly thankful you had both rode Clove now. He wouldn’t have made it back in time if you hadn’t. You did feel a twinge of guilt, however. You shouldn’t have pushed for that so much and risked him missing his mandatory meeting. But an overwhelming part of you was more than happy that you got to experience those few hours alone with him. He swears under his breath before bowing to you, shrugging apologetically and then full sprinting towards the servant quarter’s entrance. “I would take that from you,” Koska says in reference to the wet dress, “But I’m already in my ceremonial dress. I can’t get it wet. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. I can manage.” You nod. The two of you begin to walk back inside, and the night time breeze runs over your wet body, making you shudder ever-so-slightly. When you get back inside, the Knight is nowhere to be seen, and there’s only a fraction of the people as there were earlier. The masks had all been moved somewhere, which let you know they finished them. A mother sat on a chair by the fireplace, nursing a small baby and three young boys who couldn’t be any older than seventeen all sat around one table playing some type of card game and eating buttered bread. They were the stable boys. The three of them stared at you when you walked in, in awe of your unparalleled beauty and the fact that you were carrying a massive, heavy, wet dress.
Koska led you down a hall adjacent to the fireplace. You could see into a few sleeping quarters. The little ones were dozing off, and in one room was a couple laughing together. The small community that existed underneath the palace was something you deeply admired. You wouldn’t have had any idea any of this was here if you hadn’t pushed for today’s events, and you truly loved it. You loved how all these people found refuge and a home here.
You wished you could, too.
Koska stops at one door, taking the wet dress out of your hands and tossing it into the room before closing the wooden door shut and progressing back down the hallway. She eventually opens up a door to a small room with a single bed and large chest.
“Is this your room?” You ask, looking around and familiarizing yourself with it. A single embroidery hoop with a half-done pattern sat on the bed, on the windowsill was a melting candle whose wax had dried in a cascading pattern on the ancient stone, and at the foot of the bed was a small table with a wash basin and hairpins.
“No, It’s my sister’s. My room is closer to the Queen’s.” She nods. You had no clue Koska had a sister. She opens up the chest and pulls out a dry under-slip and simple but pretty purple dress. It wasn’t a ballgown and had long, bell sleeves in a similar fashion to Koska’s. There was some moon and star embroidery on the bodice.
“I didn’t know you had a sister.” You said, starting to shiver a little now.
“Her name is Alva, she works in the kitchen.” She nods as she crosses over to the table, opening up a little box to pull out a horse-hair comb.
“Will she mind us using her things?”
“Well, you’re the Princess, so I hope not.” She shrugs and crosses over the room again like a madwoman, pulling a wool blanket from the chest. “Here, strip and dry off.” You look at her, confused. “Alright… I’ll turn around then.” Koska rolls her eyes and turns to face the wall. You peel off the wet slip, and use the wool material to wipe your body dry. It wasn’t nearly as soft and luxurious as the cotton robes you have five floors up, but it will do for now. You have sand everywhere, and you mean everywhere. You brush it off as best you can, hoping it doesn’t make too much of a mess for anyone to have to clean. You then pull on the dry clothes, and clear your throat when you’re done and decent.
Koska turns around and smiles. “Sit, I’ll brush your hair for you and then escort you back upstairs to see your parents.”
You had completely forgotten that they would be arriving tonight. You get a twinge of adrenaline. You’ve been so homesick, and it will be nice to see some familiar faces after such an emotional two weeks. You sit at the stool in front of the table, and Koska carefully combs out your knotted but drying hair.
“So… It looks like you two had fun.” She says. You smile and blush.
“Yes, we did.” You chuckle.
“That’s good, it’s been so long since he’s had fun. He deserves it.” She hums in response and you immediately question how they know one another so well again.
“How do you know each other?” You ask, knowing there's no harm in that.
Koska sighs, “We… used to work together in a sense. He’s a good man, an even better father.” She shrugs. So that’s four people you can think of who know about his son, You, Koska, Peli and the woman from Isla’s bar… although that situation seemed different, magical almost.
“You two never…” You trail off, not really wanting to hear the answer but not stopping yourself before you ask it anyways.
Koska laughs out loud this time, stopping the combing motion, “Oh stars, no. Never. I have someone else… and he has you.”
Your heart warms at that phrase. “Who is this ‘someone else’ you speak of?” You ask, enjoying the casual girl talk the two of you are sharing.
She hums again, “You’ve met her, she’s shorter than me and far more serious, she has a fire burning, but she’s special to me.” You can hear the smile in Koska’s tone.
You wonder who she’s talking about.
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alrighty congrats on 1K you totally deserve it!!
i was just wondering if i could get a 🍄 with zemo and the desperate kisses prompt because i’m here for some angst honetsly 👀
anyways i just wanted to tell you your blog has been such a fun space for me these past week and i’m so excited to stick around for more!
I’m so happy you enjoy my blog, thank you so much!!! This definitely ended up less angsty than I wanted it to be, but after this past episode, I just couldn’t stop myself from writing this! I hope you enjoy it.
Watching The Door, A Helmut Zemo x GN! Reader Drabble
Prompt: Desperate Kisses with Helmut Zemo
Rating: G
Warnings: Slight Falcon and the Winter Soldier Spoilers for Episode 5 Regarding Zemo
Word Count: 900~
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It had been three days since the breakout was reported on the news.
No, not breakout. Riot. They had reported it as a riot. A riot with no injured and one dead.
You took a deep breath, hands trembling as you poured two cups of tea. Sharon said, with the money you paid and the time needed to have the body removed by her associates, that it could take up to a week to get him home to you. Still, you poured him a cup of tea every morning anyways. It was better to be prepared.
Part of you still wondered why he had gone back to that memorial. It wasn’t worth it to wonder why he did what he did, though. Helmut was a man with a brilliant, but straightforward mind. If he chose to do something he was going to do it no matter what. For as annoying as that was you did love it about him. You sighed. Maybe it would have been easier if he’d said goodbye.
All of that was over now, though. You’d never have to worry about it again. Once he was home and safe and dead to the world you could live your lives in peace. All that was left to do was wait.
The clock on the wall of the kitchen ticked slow. Seconds felt like hours as you stared down at your steaming mug. You never drank it, not these days. It reminded you of too much. It gave you too much to lose. Every creak of the old wood floors as your old house settled around you for the day made you jump. It gave you hope only to pull it away when you realized it wasn’t the door.
Sometimes it felt like going mad, the sudden thrill in your heart that died just as fast as you realized that Helmut wasn’t waiting for you in the doorway. Other times you relished in it. That feeling meant you still had a heart at all. It meant there was still hope, that the emptiness in your chest you woke up to every morning wasn’t permanent. Still, hope without reason was a certain type of madness in and of itself.
So, you sat in the kitchen alone watching the steam from two full mugs rise and disappear into the air around you.
That is, you did, until out of the blue a familiar creak broke you out of your own thoughts.
The second you heard the soft jingling of the bells on the wreath that adorned your front door, it was as if the whole world had colors again. You shot up from your place at the kitchen counter. It couldn’t be, could it? With soft feet on the hardwood, you crept towards the living room.
There, standing in the doorway, was Helmut. He looked exhausted, a small bandage holding together what looked like a nasty gash on his brow bone, but overall he looked like himself. He was home.
“Helmut?” You whispered from your place across the room.
In an instant, his eyes shot up to meet you, and when he saw you he smiled. “Schatz,” he murmured. There was a strangeness to him, a warm, fuzzy softness around his edges that beckoned you closer. You’d missed him so much. When he opened his arms, dropping his small bag of belongings on the floor, you wasted no time running into his embrace.
There were tears, but the good kind, and they flowed freely from both of you as you reunited. He still smelled the same, cedarwood and mint. Part of you thought he would have changed despite the fact that it had only been a few months since you’d seen him last, but no. He was still himself. Still the Helmut you had fallen hard and fast for. Still in love with you.
Then he kissed you and it was like he had never left.
It was desperate, a plea or a promise or something in between delivered wordlessly through breathless presses of his mouth to yours as you let your lips meet madly again and again and again in the doorway. You didn’t know how, but as he kissed you then you knew it was going to be okay. There would be no more madness, no more running, just a quiet life at his side until you grew old together and moved on from one world to the next in each other's arms. That only made you more desperate to kiss him more.
When you finally had to pull away, both of your lips were swollen and red from the constant, rough contact. Neither of you cared. The only thing that mattered was that Helmut was solid in your arms. The rest could wait.
“I missed you,” he whispered, eyes misty.
You nuzzled closer to his chest. “I missed you too,”
As he stroked your hair, he tried to offer up some sort of placation for the choices he’d made. The choice to leave you alone.
“Schatz, I-”
“Shh,” You shook your head, “I don’t wanna talk about it right now. Can we just… can we just stay like this for a little while?”
He huffed out a laugh. “Of course. Whatever you’d like,”
So you did. You stayed connected there, simply holding each other, for as long as you could bear to. When you finally did break apart, the tea was long cold, but more could be made. There was a lifetime of tea left to make with Helmut at your side. That lifetime had just begun.
You couldn’t wait to see what would happen next.
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