#(Cause I stutter and swap words around)

[i-may-be-an-emu]

People be like "Sorry, English is not my first language so I might make mistakes!" And then proceed to speak/write with grammar more perfect than I could ever dream of

[pupkashi]

boyfriend!yuta headcanons

a/n: i have been having major yuta brainrot as of late ,, here u guys go ! i hope these are too badly ooc seeing as though I’ve only written for him a couple times ! they’re a bit all over the place so plz lmk what y’all think :3

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masterlist

first things first this boy is an absolute nervous wreck anytime he’s around you before he asks you out, I’m talking stuttering and fumbling over his words, looking anywhere but you, trying his best to not embarrass himself (he inevitably does poor guy)

asks you out when it’s just the two of you, on a picnic or watching a movie, his palms are sweaty because what if he just hallucinated you saying you liked him back and this is a big mistake??

okok this boy would definitely wear those ‘i love my s/o’ shirts, starts off as a joke, then wears it unironically because yeah, he does love you, what about it??

the biggest simp in the world yall, does anything you want him to, buys you whatever you want whenever you want it, you tell him jump he’s asking how high while already jumping

it’s a serious problem, considering you now have to make it clear that just because you say something is nice doesn’t mean you want it

“this sweater is nice right yuu?” “yeah it is really nice” ,,,, “yuta why do you have two bags?” “i got you the sweater in every color you like :3”

you’re always getting packages at your door, handing them to him only for him to say ‘oh that’s actually for you!’

the worst part of this is he absolutely hates when you get him something, always telling you to spend your money on yourself or save it, saying he has everything he needs already

still accepts your gifts with open arms, over the moon because ‘you really thought of me ?? i love you :(‘ he literally is ‘🥺’ if it was a person

calls you every sweet nickname he can think of: baby, babe, sweetheart, darling, my love, honey (he tends to favor my love and darling)

you tend to call him things like: baby, lover, pretty boy, angel

he turns into an absolute blushing mess when you call him pretty boy and angel, giggling and trying to not forget what he was talking to you about in the first place

the kind of boyfriend who will buy you flowers weekly, no matter what.

ever since he overheard you on the phone talking about how much you loved his ‘just because’ flowers, he made it a reoccurring purchase at a local flower shop

gets you all your favorite snacks when he just so happens to stop by at a convenience store, handing them to you with a happy grin, ‘we can have movie night with snacks now!’

has your coffee order memorized before you guys even started dating, rarely asks if you want some, usually just surprises you with it <3

he is such a homebody boyfriend :( prefers calm and cozy nights in sipping on hot chocolate cuddles in warm blankets over going out

takes you out to nice restaurants though !! especially if you like going out, he’ll take you on all kinds of dates

goes ice skating, amusement parks, the fair, laser tag (you destroyed him), escape rooms, literally everything

at restaurants if you’re between two things to order he’ll get one of the ones you want so you get try both :3

if you don’t like what you ordered he’ll swap with you / will tell you to order something different, saying he’ll take the other plate home and eat it tomorrow so you don’t feel bad abt it <3

LOVES going grocery shopping with you </3 finds it so domestic and lovely to be able to pick you celery with you (he also gets excited when you ask him what he wants to eat so you can get the stuff for it)

he’ll always tell you he wants to bake cookies and other treats with you, grabbing all the ingredients and grinning at you sheepishly when the cart starts to get full

“we came here for four things, how did you manage to make me get all these things” “cause you love me” he giggles

giggles at everything you say !!!!! topples over laughing when you tell a joke (we get it bro you love us 😭)

it’s so easy to make him blush and flustered, literally just winking at him makes his brain short circuit (let’s not get started on when you two make out) (he whimpers 🤭)

has pictures of you as his lockscreen, always smiles a bit when he unlocks his phone, when he’s away on missions he finds himself checking the time more often than he really needs to

AMAZING TEXTER !!!!! will reply to you very quickly and address all your messages and reacts to all the things you send him (everyone is amazed because is this the same yuta who left them on deliver red for three days before replying ??)

he is SO the jealous type ,, he tries not to be, really he hates having negative emotions of any kind, but he can’t help it :(

his entire demeanor changed drastically when someone starts flirting with you, he’s standing up straighter, clenching his jaw and has that threatening look on his face, no sign of the once cheerful and bubbly boy

he’s wrapping an arm around you, tugging on your hand and trying to get you alone so he can make out with you and remind both you and himself that you’re only his <33

insanely protective of you !!! he’ll be holding your hand in public, always making sure he knows where you are, in crowded areas he has one hand on your waist to help you through the crowds <33

will obliterate anyone who even tries to threaten you, ‘look at them again and you’ll be wishing i had killed you’ but in a not creepy and actually very 🦋way yk ?

really listens to you and everything you have to say, asking questions about your interests and genuinely loves listening to you talk about the things you like <3

i know he gets u literally everything but he gives you amazing and thoughtful gifts for special occasions !! he manages to always get you perfect gifts every single time <3

he compliments you everyday without fail, no matter where he is in the world, he will ALWAYS tell you how stunning you look !!!

reminds you everyday how much he loves you, telling you and leaving you little notes, writes you love letters like he’s away at war even though he’s most likely to get back before the letter even ships

cooks you dinner when he has the chance (he’s actually a pretty good cook!!) going all the way with wine (if you drink of course) and roses

uses your shampoo and conditioner sometimes because he just loves the way they smell and they remind him so much of u hehe

has your skincare routine memorized to when you’re too exhausted to do it he can do it for you <3

he’s overall just a soft and sweet lover, doing anything and everything he can for you because he knows you’re the one for him <33

taglist (send an ask to be added!): @chilichopsticks @anime-for-the-sleepless @4sat0ruu @safaia-47 @nanamikentoseyebags

[tteokdoroki]

*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— permission and promiscuity + rensuke kunigami.

૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — your boyfriend could not be anymore of a sweetheart, but you're tired of him asking for permission, for being the nice guy…and for once you want to see his wild side.

⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, smut, newly established relationship, doggy-style, squirting, breeding mention, size!kink, slight praise!kink, unprotected!sex, dom + pro player!kunigami, fem!reader - not beta read !

⭑ words — 1.2K.

⭑ notes — heyooo !! i'm back!! this is for the kunigami fans out there woo!! sorry this is so short aaa i have never written for him pls be kind i am just a girl who could nawt get this out of her head - m.list ✩

kunigami never does anything without your permission. 

he whispers a question each and every time he leans in to kiss you, wetting his lips with the pink of his tongue and his golden eyes hooded each time. ‘can i kiss you, sweetheart?’ he’ll ask. ‘let me kiss you, yeah?’. a hand around your waist to show his possessiveness over you in front of his teammates is usually met with a soft look against his chiselled and god-like features. ‘is this okay?’ his face will say, his fingertips just a breath’s width away from curling around the outline of your hips. 

kunigami always asks to hold your hand before he does it, thumbing over the mountains of each of your knuckles as he waits for you to fully grasp his larger hand with your own. 

you could say he’s courteous, gentlemanly and it’s incredibly endearing. 

never in your life have you had a man treat you with such respect and be so cautious of his every move around you— as if you’re an intricate and vintage vase at risk of shattering at any moment.

you tell him this after having your boyfriend walk you home— he stands before you outside the threshold of your apartment, nervous as he swallows thickly. “i’m not made of glass rensuke, i won’t break if you touch me.” leaning forward, you place a hand on his chest and nose up the sharpness of his jaw as if to taunt the poor man— push at him until his resolve breaks. 

“but you said,” the football player breathes  through his nose, falling into your trance. “but i don’t wanna hurt you. you said it’s been a while.” 

he’s so cute, so considerate— kunigami’s cheeks flaming at your proximity and the sweet kisses you leave along his jawline. “it’s only been a while because my big, strong man won’t let me at him,” you drawl, dragging your hand down his chest. “i need you, ren. what are you so worried about?”

“big is an understatement,” rensuke tilts his head to capture your lips in a chaste kiss, a sign that your temptation is working. “i just don’t want to cause you any pain, make you uncomfortable…” he loses his words in your feverish kisses, your fingers fisting the collar of your boyfriend’s shirt and your tongue hungrily gliding across the seam of his mouth. you barely give the orange-haired pro player any time to think outside of you.

parting slowly, licking at the strings of saliva that connect you both, you grin— a dark and enticing flame flickering in your once innocent doe eyes. “i can take big, ren. i can handle you.” 

“i-is this really a conversation we should be having on your doorstep, sweetheart?” kunigami stutters. 

“we could be having it in my bedroom if you’d just come inside, my love.” you counter, mischievously.

that’s how you end up a soaked and sweaty mess, pinned underneath your boyfriend and gripping hard onto the sheets for dear life. 

all of your teasing and taunting had pushed kunigami over the edge— bringing out that wild card in him. saliva swapping kisses turned to skilfully stripped clothes, the soccer player using one hand to unclip your bra with skilful ease halfway up the stairs to your bedroom. you’d just about managed to yank his shirt off before stumbling through the door to your room— caressing every ridge and muscle in rensuke’s sculpted form. 

you were tossed to the bed before your brain could catch up, large hands rolling you onto your stomach and moulding you into the perfect position to be absolutely ravaged. ass up high, face down low and in the sheets. 

he’s been working his cock into you for the last hour, your cunt so tight around him— clinging to every blue-forked vein that spirals around kunigami’s length as he languidly pushes it deeper into you. poor you, poor baby…you’ve only been able to take half of his chubbed up dick, clawing at the blankets every time your boyfriend even pushes an inch further into your welcoming wet walls.

“come on sweetheart,” the orange-haired striker rasps, tonguing up the nape of your neck from behind, licking across your saltine skin. “you’ve been so good. take a little more for me, that’s it…let me in.” 

a whimper bubbles up on your glossed lips, it’s remainders smeared across your face from where you’ve been writhing against pillows and blankets for friction and you wiggle your hips back onto your boyfriend in frustration— wanting more. “ren,” you huff, looking back at him from over your shoulder with glassy eyes. “s’too much.”

he pauses, the rough pads of his thumbs circling over the stretch marks on your hips. “does it hurt?” 

you shake your head ‘no’ and kunigami grins against your skin— the feeling of his lips spreading causing goosebumps to rise across your neck and shoulders before he plants wet kisses along them until he reaches your lips. “then we’ll keep going, until you’re stuffed full’a me ‘n my cock. okay sweetheart?”

“mm’fuck.. kay,” you respond with a sweet squeal. kunigami pulls his sweltering chest away from your sticky back, his hand pushing down on the small of it while his other finds your puffy clit between your dripping folds. a scream tears in the column of your throat as he simultaneously pumps his throbbing girth into you and draws his name across your sex in tight movements. the combination of those simple actions have your mind in a frenzy, clouding with visions of lust as your thighs tremble and struggle to keep you up. 

juices roll down their insides in thick waves, gathering around rensuke in a frothy white mix the more he fucks into you— the wet pap, pap, pap of his balls against your cunt echoing throughout your bedroom. you glaze him in your arousal, smear it up his contracting abs and the fronts of his toned thighs. you make rensuke kunigami an absolute mess, you destroy him and he wonders while he held back for so long.

“sing your pretty song for me, sweetheart, lemme hear you.” your boyfriend praises over your tune of kitten mewls, breathless pants and soft hiccups. you can feel yourself getting closer and he’s not even fully sheathed inside you— your walls rippling around him with the telltale sign you’re about to cum. rensuke doesn’t relent, placing his foot on the bed as leverage to move his hips faster, harder— groaning deep between bared and gritted fangs while he watches your ass jiggle against his pelvis, shining with your slick. “you gonna cum, baby? can i make you cum? is that okay?”

you barely have it in you to say anything, give him a sign…not that it matters. for the soccer player is already playing with your pleasure nub once again, drawing electrifying shapes against it and rubbing your juices back into your sex while you clench around his sloppy cock. tempting him into your bedroom had to be one of the best decisions you’ve ever made, you think as you fall apart— eyes rolling far back into your skull while you clench and cream on him.

“atta girl, sweetheart,” kunigami coos as you come down from your earth-shattering high, a mess of weak bones and jelly legs in his arms. it’s only then that he’s able to push all the way past your entrance, throwing the entirety of his weight on top of you and crushing you into the sheets— already gearing up to sensually swing his hips into you again. “but this time, you’re gonna take it. all of it. i’m far from done with you.”

you throw it back onto him and cry out in response, your head laying back against his muscled shoulder as a thick hand wraps around your throat without squeezing— feeling it bob underneath kunigami’s touch.

“can’t breed you how you want if you won’t take me, sweetheart.”

[mischiefmaker615]

Now You See Me

Summary: Apparently you find out your enemy is far better at.. manipulating the shadows 

Rating: *DARK* R 

Requester: @feelmysteel (wattpad)

‘’you think this will fucking hold me?’’ you snarl as you look upon your wrists, not necessarily seeing anything there other than a dark shadow on each. The feeling was cold, ghost like.. almost like when you stilled your hand in water until you moved to realize it was there.

You knew what this was, and you knew it well. Which is why they sent Loki himself to try to capture you. you both have been enemies from the start- almost a playful yet twisted relationship on how you both would flirt but then strike the next second one’s guard was down. a cat and mouse game you both took turns swapping in. by now, you almost could predict each other- until he got the upper hand this time against your power to manipulate the shadows.

‘’darling, I think you and I both know it’s not that simple.’’ Loki smirked, appearing out of the darkness as the spark in his eye made the shadows grip your wrists tighter to keep you still against the brick he had finally managed to corner you at. It was quiet, secluded and dark. An environment that could be used to both of your advantage if one of you wasn’t careful.

Your body tensed as you inhaled, trying to concentrate on drawing your own shadow powers for aid if the grip on your wrists wasn’t so distracting. It wasn’t until Loki held up a piece of cloth between both his long fingers that made you still for once, your eyes widened at the realization that he might have best you.

“countless times you’ve slipped through my fingers darling, countless times of reporting empty handed..’’ Loki said with a hushed tone, rubbing the piece of fabric between his fingers as he stalked forward, his fancy, undercover suit not even messed up from the chase. ‘’but tonight I have you.. and you won’t be escaping me again..’’

‘’you think you’re so powerful?? you’re just predictable-‘’ your words were cut short as Loki flicked his wrist, a flash of green sending the piece of fabric shooting through the air as it wrapped itself around your head, covering your eyes as you yelped in freight at the sudden action.

‘’predicable? How could I be predictable when you can’t even see what I’m doing?’’ he smirked as your heart rate picked up and your body tensed at being able to see absolutely nothing.

As your lips parted to speak, you felt his cold finger tips ghost your collarbone, gliding up slowly up your neck before you feel him rest his palm and fingers around your throat in a threatening grip.

‘’okay- okay you win..’’ you stutter as you swallow your pride as your arms try again to pull from the shadow restraints. ‘’take me to this TVA or whatever-‘’

‘’I plan to darling, indeed I do’’ he smirked, his eyes drinking you in with the advantage of you not being able to see or stop him. not that that’s stopped him before as his other hand slowly rose to rest against your hip. ‘’but we’ve been at this for a long time love, do you really feel like I’d hand you over so quickly? After all the work I’ve been put through, don’t I deserve.. a little something?’’

He sounded like he was almost talking to himself as his grip tightened ever so slightly, making you tilt your chin up as if it would help evade his grasp. ‘’with all your hard work- you’d probably get a raise or whatever.. -you.. you don’t need to do this-‘’ you whisper but something tells you, he’s not going to kill you.

‘’after all this time, after everything we’ve been through, I’ve always wondered something..’’ Loki spoke out loud as his hand removed itself from your throat to rest at your other hip, his thumbs rubbing against your jeans as you tried pressing yourself more into the building to evade him.

‘’I’ve always wondered.. on how you would taste..’’ he whispered, his lips ghosting your ear before you could feel the tip of his tongue stroke the shell of your ear, causing you to shiver.

‘’you wouldn’t fucking dare- mmph!’’ a cold sensation, almost feeling like a breeze brushed against your lips, pressing firmly to prevent you from opening your mouth to speak as your eyes widened behind the cloth. Another shadow has opted to cover your mouth.

‘’you’ve been nothing but trouble darling, we’ve both been at it countless times.. We’re similar, you and i.. predictable as you say? To each other’’ he smirked as his hands began stroking your covered hips before your body tensed to feel him beginning to grind his bulge against your center-

And by the gods he was packing..

‘’so perhaps this could be a way to draw a truce? A way where we both can just finally.. relax’’ his voice got dangerously low as his lips left slow, open mouth kisses behind your ear and slowly down your neck as you began struggling again with a string of cuss words being muffled out.

‘’and that’s exactly what I plan on getting you to do.. relax’’ he seemed to hush, almost as if lulling you into submission as you just began exhausting yourself with your struggles.

You even tried shaking your head, thrashing as the shadows held their cold and airy hold against you. how could you have let your guard down.. you were powerful, you knew how to manipulate and fight shadows for gods sakes! ..how long have you two been at it where he’s studied this much to finally have the upper hand! On the other, he was taking full advantage of the situation and you hated it.. you hated how you began feeling aroused.. even as you felt his hand leave your hip a moment just to be found opening the button of your jeans. Your body tensed and jerked.

‘’ah ah darling, I wouldn’t move to much or you’ll only stir me on to be relentless and cruel.. as you have’’ he smirked, flinching as you felt a nip at your collarbone and sensed his body moving elsewhere.

His body was so close to yours, you could almost feel his body heat traveling- sensing how he was now lowering himself to his knees before you with his hands firmly against your thighs to prevent you from kicking out.

‘’I promise I’ll be nothing but gentle.. if just tonight, you’ll be a good girl..’’ he whispered, his lips murmuring against your skin above your underwear, feeling his fingers glide up to grip your pants before pulling them down to stop above your knees. Probably to make kicking difficult compared to if he would have removed them completely. Clever bastard.

Your body tensed and shook, exhaustion overtaking you as you tried focusing on just breathing, searching through the dark but every bit of his touch would have you snapping out of your thoughts before you could even register an idea of escape.

‘’please.. don’t do this…’’ you begged, your words muffled but you were sure he could understand you in some way as his body disappeared from yours.

Not knowing where he was almost seemed to scare you more as your body tensed and began fighting again, your head shaking to try to rid of the damn blindfold before you felt a snap and the cold air of the night- finding your panties yanked off.

‘’that is the first time I’ve ever had you begging darling, I am well aware that it won’t be the last’’ he chuckled and you shiver as you felt his warm breath against your cunt, making you tense and try to thrash again as his hands planted themselves against your thighs, practically pinning them to the wall to immobilize you further. ‘’it just very much turns me on..’’ he seemed to growl before you felt the cold tip of his tongue run slowly against your cunt.

A gasp left your mouth, whether it could be heard or not as your body stiffened, almost as if you were paralyzed with your heart racing. This wasn’t happening was it?.. this was wrong.. so so wrong.. he’s your enemy! One whom you’ve fought with for years! Yet in some twisted, sick way, you found your head falling back against the wall, fists clenching as your eyes fluttered.

‘’you taste divine my darling.. more than I could have ever imagined..’’ he breathed, his thumbs stroking your bare skin as you felt his mouth dive back in as he ran his tongue against your clit.

You held back a moan, using every ounce of your remaining energy to try to at least pretend like you weren’t enjoying it but you both seemed to know that was a lie. Loki’s finger tips lightly ran up your thighs, your hips before finding their way down and behind you where he began kneading your ass, causing him to moan.

His moan was as if he had discovered pure ecstasy, causing a vibration right through you as you shivered and arched your back.

‘’gods Y/N.. you’ve got an angel’s as..’’ his eyes flicked up to you with a dangerous smirk, regardless if you could see him or not. ‘’yet demon’s eyes.. how could you be so cruel all these years.. teasing me so with all you’re perfection.. surely you must me the devil..’’ he whispered, his eyes darkening in that moment before his eyes were blown with pure lust and his body strained to hold his control.

Loki tilted his head ever so slightly as he used the tip of his tongue to tease your entrance, studying your body’s reactions before he decided to let loose just a little bit of his composure and plunged his tongue right into you with thorough thrusts.

You jolted as you squirmed and let out a moan finally, ashamed but the pleasure that built inside you made sure to forget about what was wrong or right in that moment. By the gods he was incredible and took his time, slowly building up your pleasure as if he had all the time in the world. his nails gently ran against your skin every now and again, increasing his force once and awhile as you could tell he was actually holding himself back for your sake.. why? He left little room for questions, feeling him grip your ass again and it would cause him to send another moan right through your cunt.

Dare you say if you weren’t restrained, you would have had your fingers fly into his gorgeous locks and hold on for dear life as your eyes closed and felt the tight knot forming in your pelvis and stomach. He ran his tongue up again and began suckling at your clit, stroking it with his tongue every now and again before your pussy began to clench against nothing. As if sensing it, he would run his tongue back down and plunge it into your core, earning moans and gasps before you began to feel your pleasure right at that edge.

‘’you’re going to cum for me Y/N, right now.. right on my tongue..’’ Loki breathed, almost sounding as if he were the one begging for it, the thought almost sending you off the glorious edge itself right then and there.

Your breath caught and your back arched before you felt his two fingers slowly slide into your cunt up to his knuckles while his tongue stroked your clit. That did it, and just as your orgasm began, light flooded into sight as the blindfold vanished and your eyes squeezed shut while your orgasm crashed.

‘’f-fuck!..’’ you cursed, pleasure consuming your body as you shook, realizing you could speak and see again as you squirmed and withered against his mouth, the only thing that mattered right now. You felt his long digits pumped into you, slowing down as he helped you ride it out while you twitched and gasped. Your eyes fluttered, dropping down to take in the sight before you-

Loki on his knees, his mouth attached to your cunt with pleasure drunk eyes while his hands wrapped around your thighs to push your ass forward so your cunt pressed more into his mouth. It was pure ecstasy and held your breath as you took him in at how beautiful he was right then and just as your pleasure was slowly ending, his eyes flicked up into yours.

It was almost like electricity striking your body at his gaze and you couldn’t help but hold it while your gasped for breath. He smirked as he slowly pulled away, sucking at his fingers as he rose to his full height before bending down slightly. His chin almost rested at your shoulder as you stayed frozen, feeling him grip your jeans and pulling them back up before returning to his full height again with a smug look in his eyes.

‘’glorious darling, and I do plan on tasting more..’’ he threatened and caught you in his arms as the shadows vanished from your wrists and had you drop forward.

Your arms ached, your body did as your cheeks reddened and you pushed against him to lean back at the wall, your body turning a little defensively as you tried to search for words, fumbling while he chuckled and took a few steps back.

‘’how about this darling, I’ll give you a 5 minute head start.’’ He smirked and his eyes flicked over your body again before returning to your eyes.

‘’make that 2...’’ 

Tag List: @foxherder  @asgards-princess-of-mischief  @fire-in-her-veinz

Note: while on the subject of magic, my brain reminded me of this and also how much i loved watching edits growing up Lol

[pricegouge]

Price’s bratty angel daughter when she finds out he’s been cumming in places that are not her:

oh you cum in tissue?? you jerk off to other women because you HATE me?? oh! oh! jail for papa!!! jail for papa for One Thousand Years!!

combining these so i don't spam the dash again (sorry, all!)

cw: incest/daughter swap. spanking. dubcon/noncon fingering. bratting. pov from nik's daughter but i didn't want to name john's daughter for all my beloved daddy price fans so she's called sweetpea and i'm sorry if it ever hits the narrative like a damn bowling ball cause i know you wouldn't call your friend that, really, but this was a bit of a challenge. MDNI

you hate to see papa in a bad mood. he wears it so harshly, heavy brow and flexing fist. dark eyes glinting as he stares his friend down from across the table. you stutter through an apology, for what you're not even fully sure, and papa sends you strained sort of smile, tells you it doesn't concern you.

"and why wouldn't it?" uncle john asks, mustache twitching as he works through another bite of steak. he leers at you, decidedly ignoring the continued pouts of his own daughter continuing on behind him. "never have to take your sweet little milaya over your knee?"

papa looks like he might flip the table, frowning between his own friend and yours. "never needed to. my daughter does not speak to me like this," he gestures broadly, as if in demonstration. your friend continues to sulk.

uncle john just puffs, glares at his daughter. "sweetpea only talks to me like this because i never have, either." he waggles his eyebrows at papa, shoots you another suggestive look. "so don't get too comfortable."

the thought makes you shiver, mortified. papa mistakes it for fear and places his hand on your knee, broad palm squeezing the majority of your thigh as he tries to reassure you. it does nothing to help, your friend's insistent whining still echoing in the room. 'i don't like her. why do you even want her? what can she give you i can't?'

uncle john's date had been more than accommodating, excusing herself with a quick peck to john's cheek even as sweetpea raged, hurling insults and demands until her words petered out into sobs and she'd gotten what she'd wanted - john wrapped around her on the couch as he cooed about how the woman would never be back if sweetpea didn't want it.

papa had kept politely distant until then, calling the prices back to the table before the food went cold.

'should send you to bed without dinner,' uncle john had scoffed, but he'd loaded another helping of baby carrots onto his daughter's plate and she'd thanked him with a watery smile.

'should belt her ass, is what you should do,' papa had corrected between bites of his own steak and then it was all over but the crying. (and the pleading, and the pouting, and the -.)

wide-eyed, sweetpea and you had watched the men volley back and forth for long minutes, tension rising the more papa insisted john discipline his daughter. the more john swore you'd put your own father through the ringer if he continued to coddle you the way he did. finally, uncle john admits he can't discipline sweetpea. says it with his greasy fingers hooked under her jaw so he can smile warmly at her. she returns it, cat that got the cream, her own smile slower in coming but just as warm -

until papa says he could do it for uncle john.

it shocks you how easily uncle john defers. 'whatever you think is best.' shocks you more how he doesn't change his mind even when sweetpea begins to thrash and wail, pathetic attempts to break papa's grip making your own stomach churn.

turns out, papa thinks 20 spanks is best.

you didn't think he'd be able to do it until he's got her skirt flipped up, has yanked at her panties until they've been swallowed by her cheeks so that she has no protection from his onslaught, palms smacking harshly against her rounded bottom. he's never been like this. it makes you sick. makes you shake and sob in fear. you shout for him to stop but either he can't hear you over sweetpea's shrieks, or he doesn't care. you're not sure which prospect is worse.

uncle john stops you when you try to run from the room, arm slipping around your waist as he pulls you into his lap. "only four swats in, sweetheart. you don't wanna be here for your friend?"

swats. swats are what you aim at dog noses when they're being troublesome. swats are what kill flies. quick, tight. no real force. papa is incapable of a swat, hands too heavy and brutish. leave stinging claps of skin echoing in the air, piercing even over the sound of sweetpea's wails.

the next strike makes her sob, or maybe that's you. you turn away, try to burrow in uncle john's neck, but his fingers find your chin like they did sweetpea's earlier, tilt your head back to the display before you.

"you'll watch and you'll remember. because i know your papa, and i know enough to tell you now - you ever act like my sweetpea did today, it'll be me belts your ass, no matter how tough he acts." you want to tell him he's wrong, that papa would never let someone hurt you. but then, you know that only twenty minutes ago, sweetpea would have said the same about him. "and i'm not as nice as your papa."

and so, you watch. tears on your face and squirming, but you do. silently count with papa, in russian. curse when he asks sweetpea what number they're at and she can't answer so he starts again. it's cruel, the kind of pain that sinks under your ribs and pulls, inspects all your tender bits for the most sweetest morsels and teethes. sweetpea twitches about, skin mottling, tears and snot staining her face. she looks like a grubby little bug, like he's lifted a rock to find her squirming beneath, afraid of the sunshine.

yet still he touches her. broad strokes paint her skin, the spiky crown of fingers wrapping down into the crease of her thigh. he kneads at her occasionally, tests the tenderness of her flesh. once, you hear her breath go thin and ragged, a shaky, unmistakable exhale. his next swat lands square on the seam of her and you jolt just as much as she does, legs cricketing.

"keep misbehaving, you'll get your punishment now," uncle john warns, but you're angled wrong in his lap, and when his hand thumps threateningly against you, it's not your ass he squeezes in apology. you try to swallow the little noise it elicits, but your throat is too dry, the resulting gulp audible even to him. he just chuckles, broad palm moving to cup your mound. "unless that's what you want?"

you shake your head, but it doesn't matter. not when papa has noticed, pausing as he rubs over sweetpea's rear again, barely even looking at how she squirms beneath him. "reward her for watching. being brave. will remind your parshivets why we're here, no?"

john just chuckles, a thin breathy thing that ghosts over your temple just as his fingers trace up your thigh. "whatever you think is best," he repeats, and you try to wriggle away until papa's voice calls to you.

"milaya. look at me." you wilt when you do, his dark eyes focused entirely on you for the first time all night, making your preen even as uncle john's fingers find your cunt, his groan of approval only proving your shame. "what number are we at?"

you blink, confused, and papa just tuts, gives sweetpea a harsh swat that has her trying to crawl out of his lap, held in place by the thick arm wrapped around her waist. you want to catch her eye, see if she's okay, but she can't rip her baleful stare away from where her father sinks into you, thick fingers sliding easily through your slick.

she looks on the verge of throwing another fit. looks too fucked out and tired to bother.

"what number are we at, milaya?"

uncle john pulls a gasp from you, clever fingers hooking against your spongy wall. "i - i don't know," you stutter, and cringe when he just tuts, fingers digging cruelly into sweetpea's ass again.

"from the beginning, then."

[mymindcreatedthis]

Don’t Pull Out 18+

Reader x Millie Bright

Warning: Smut, Teasing, Daddy kink, R doming Millie, Millie Receiving, clit teasing, Millie begging, rough sex, blow job, throat pie, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, Spanking, Hair pulling, squirting, Handjob, ab teasing, ab riding, positions: Doggy, Missionary, On Side, 3 legged dog

Word count: 7K

*Y/n's pov*

It was the 7th day of camp. I was the new girl/ rookie for England I've been super shy and quiet whenever Millie is around or In the room. She would always try to make small talk with me but I would always stutter while talking. I would always get nervous and embarrass myself.

Leah and the girls would always tease me and bust my balls about it. We are currently at weight lifting we were doing stretches. Millie was bending over in front of me, giving me a full view of her ass. I bite my lip as I check out her ass.

Fuck her ass looked amazing in those shorts. I could see the outline of her panties, Millie looks in the mirror and smirks when she sees me checking out her ass. She giggles and gives her ass a little shake.

"See something you like?" She asks teasing as she shakes her ass.

I blush darkly, I smile and shake my head. "S-Shut up." I stutter.

We finish stretching, I was lost in thought and thinking about being balls deep inside Millie's ass. I'm brought back to reality when I feel someone gently tap my shoulder.

I turn and see Millie, I blush and immediately get nervous. "H-Hey Mills." I say.

Millie smiles at my nick name for her. "Hey Y/n can you be my gym buddy?" Millie asks me.

I smile. "S-Sure, I can spot you and work out with you." I say.

We start working out, I stand above Millie and watch/ help guide the bar as she does her reps. Our pinkies touch and rub against each other as I hold the bar.

I bite my lip, my eyes roam her body. I get turned as I see her panties in her white shorts, her shorts were riding up a bit and I could see the slight outline of her folds. My eyes trail up to her and as her shirt rides up a bit revealing her sweaty toned abs.

God I would love to kiss and suck you n her abs and hear her moan my name. I help her rack the weight when she finishes her set and we swap.

*Millie's Pov*

I smile a bit as our pinkies touch and rub against each other. I blush as I see her eyes roam my body, I blush even more when my shirt rides up exposing my toned sweaty abs.

I bite my lip when I hear Y/n let out a small moan. I look up and bite my lip as I notice her bulge, her bulge was kinda in my face. Fuck she looked huge, I let out a quiet moan and squeeze my thighs together and get wet at the thought about her being balls deep inside me.

I finish my set and we swap. Y/n adds more weight, oh my god she was about to lift 275 lbs! I bite my lip and get even more wet. She lays down on the bench and grabs the bar and begins doing her set.

I bite my lip and squeeze my thighs together as her bulge was more visible now since she was laying down. I couldn't stop checking out and thinking about her being balls deep inside me.

I bite my lip as her shirt as her shirt rides up even more giving me a full view of her tatted toned sweaty abs made me even more wet.

Her tattoos were really sexy. She was covered in old school colored tattoos. "Y-You got a lot of tattoos." I say as I get soaking wet.

I admire her beautiful toned tatted body. Y/n chuckles a bit. "Yeah it's both a gift and a curse. It's a gift cause it cool art going on your body but it's a curse because after your first one you crave more." She says.

Y/n finishes her set and racks the weight. She sits up and takes off her shirt, and sets it off to the side. I bit my lip and check out her toned ripped back.

Fuck she was covered in tattoos like Alexia and Mapi maybe even had more than them. She even had leg sleeves, she had tattoos on her back, chest, abs, arm sleeves, on her hands and fingers.

Y/n smiles as me. "I like your ink as well." Y/n says.

She wipes the sweat off her face with her shirt. I smile and blush at her comment. "Thanks love."

Y/n smiles. "You're welcome."

After another 30 minutes of working out our session ends. We grab our things and leave the weight room and go up to our rooms. I strip out of my dirty sweaty clothes.

I turn on the shower and get in, I close my eyes and stand under the water and let the water soak my hair and body. I lower my hand and run my fingers through my folds.

I moan as I think about Y/n. I moan as I slip in a finger and slowly finger myself, I moan as I picture Y/n balls deep inside me.

"Mmm fuck." I moan as Y/n slips in her length deep inside me. I moan as I take her length deep inside me.

I moan and slip in a second finger and finger myself a bit faster.

I moan as all of her inches are inside me. I take a moment to adjust to her size. "M-Move." I moan.

I moan as Y/' slowly thrusts in and out of me. "Mmm f-fuck." Y/n cutely moans. She rests her head against mine as she continues to bottom out in my pussy. "Fuck baby, you're soaking wet." Y/n moans.

I moan, I curl my fingers and finger myself faster.

"Gah fuck." I moan as my walls clench around her as she continues to fuck me. I moan as her balls slap against my skin as our moans fill the room.

I moan and finger myself faster and roughly massage my tits.

"Mmm faster Y/n." I moan.

Y/n giggles and moans as she thrusts into me faster and harder. I gasp and moan loudly in pleasure as she hits my g spot. I moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum." I moan In pleasure.

I moan as Y/n cums inside me. I gasp and moan as her cum spurts inside me and paints my walls white.

I moan and cum all over my fingers. I clean off my hands, I get cleaned up and rinse off. I turn off the shower, I dry off and get dressed. I finish up in the bathroom and lay down in bed.

I turn on the tv, I set an alarm and end up falling asleep. My alarm goes off I turn it off and look at the time. 5:15 pm, we had dinner at 5:30 pm.

I get up and start getting ready. I brush my hair and teeth. I put my slides on, I grab my phone and key card and go down to the cafe. I sit at a table I mess around on my phone, 5:20 pm rolls around and the girls start coming in.

Y/n, Beth, Leah, Georgia and Rachel sit at the table with me. We get our food and make small talk as we eat our food.

I sit there quietly and eat my food and listen to the girls conversation. Y/n rubs my thigh with her thumb gently.

"Hey you okay baby?" She asks concerned.

I was shocked by the sudden confidence. She was always shy and quiet, I honestly kinda liked this side of her. "Yeah sorry just in my own world." I say chuckling a bit.

Y/n smiles and nods. "Okay." She smiles and keeps her hand on my thigh but didn't care. Y/n finishes her food, she grabs her phone, I notice that she was texting me. I grab my phone and check it, as it pings.

Y/n: Do you want to come back to mine with me after dinner and watch movies? I got a 24 pack of beer.

Me: Yeah, I'd like that.

Y/n: Cool, follow me after dinner back up to mine.

I look over at Y/n and smile, Y/n looks at me and smiles back. Y/n smiles back at me, we turn off our phones and continue eating our food. 10 more minutes go by, we finish eating and go back to Y/n's room.

Y/n unlocks the door and we go in. She closes the behind us and locks it. We put on a movie and crack open our first beer. We both laugh as she tells the story of how she fucked the new athletic trainer when she was playing in college.

"No you didn't, you're lying." I say.

Y/n laughs and downs more of her beer. "No it's true. It really happened."

"Did you guys ever get together afterwards?" I ask.

Y/n smiles and nods. "Yeah we were together for 3 years." Y/n says.

Y/n drinks more of her beer. I smile at her comment, she smiles and interlocks our fingers. I look at our hands and smile. We finish our first beer and crack open a 2nd one, I drink half my beer We cuddle and put on another movie.

*Y/n's Pov*

I cuddle with Millie as we watch the second movie. We continue watching the movie 6 beers in we both are a bit buzzed. Millie smiles and slips her hand under my shirt and teases my abs.

I bite my lip as she does this. "I saw you checking me out earlier. When are you gonna grow a pair of balls and make your move?" Millie asks teasing me.

I smirk, I reach over and tease her clit over her shorts and panties. Millie gasps and moans as I do this. "Mmm I'd bet you like that huh?" I ask her.

Millie smirks and straddles my lap. Millie moans as I tease her clit over her shorts and panties again. She moans and roughly massages her tits and slowly grinds against my bulge.

I moan as she grinds against bulge. I sit up, I wrap my arms around her and make out with her. Millie smiles against my lips and kisses back.

I moan in the kiss as she continues to grind against my bulge. I moan and get hard from the friction, I moan and blush as my boner pokes and rub against her ass.

Millie smirks and breaks the kiss. "Mmm you're really hard baby. I can feel you throbbing against my ass." She says.

I blush darkly at her comment. "S-Sorry." I stutter.

Millie smirks, she makes out with me. I smirk against her lips and kiss back, Millie slips off my shirt and bra and tosses them off to the side.

Millie lays me back on the bed, she slides her shorts and panties off and tosses them off to the side.

*Millie's Pov*

I slip off Y/n's shirt and bra and litter them on the ground around the bed. I take off my shorts and panties and toss them off to the side. I straddle Y/n's abs, Y/n bites her lip and places her hand on my hips.

"Mm you're soaking wet baby. I can feel your juices on my abs." She says.

I giggle, I place my hands on her tits steading myself. I bite my lip and Moan as I slowly grind against her abs. Y/n bites her lip and squeezes my ass. I moan as she does this, and grind against her abs a bit faster.

"Mmm fuck." I moan.

Y/n smirks. "You look so sexy grinding against my abs." Y/n says.

"Fuck, ugh I couldn't resist. I kept fantasizing about them when I first saw them." I moan.

I moan, I massage her tits roughly and grind against her abs faster. I moan and lock eyes with he as I continue to grind against her abs.

I moan in pleasure as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. The urge to cum was getting stronger, Y/n smirks as she sees my legs shake and buckle in pleasure. My stomach flexes.

"Someone need to cum?" Y/n asks teasing me.

"So fucking bad." I moan In pleasure.

I moan, I can't take it anymore and let go and cum all over her abs and squirt as well. Y/n giggles and bites her lip as I cum and squirt on her abs, some of my juices go on Y/n's tits.

I moan and slowly grind against Y/n's abs riding out my high. I moan and smirk as I come down from my high. "F-Fuck, that was amazing." I moan.

Y/n giggles She grabs my shirt and pulls me down and makes out with me. I smile against her lips and kiss back, I break the kiss and smirk as I get an idea. I turn and sit on her stomach/under boobs I grab her dick over her shorts and rub her bulge. Y/n moans in pleasure as I do this.

I hit my lip and slide her shorts and boxers down her legs and toss them off to the side. Her dick springs out once it's freed from its confinement.

"Fuck baby girl, you're huge." I say.

I spit on her dick, I wrap my hand around her dick and slowly stroke her dick.

*Y/n's Pov*

I blush darkly as Millie slides my shorts and boxers down my legs, my dick springs out once it's freed from its confinement.

"Fuck baby girl, you're huge." Millie says.

Millie leans down and spits on my dick and wraps her hand around my dick and slowly strokes my dick. I moan and place my hand on her ass and grip her ass. Millie moans and giggles and strokes my dick a bit faster.

"Mm fuck." I moan in pleasure as Millie continues to give me a hand job.

"Like that daddy? Me sitting on your abs and stroking your dick?" Millie Cutely questions.

"Mmm fuck, feels so fucking good." I moan in pleasure.

I moan as Millie plays with my balls and strokes my dick faster. I moan and grips the sheets as Millie continues to stroke my dick.

*Millie's pov*

I bite my lip as I get super wet, my juices coat Y/n's abs as I sit on them and continue to stroke her dick. I bite my lip and smirk as some of her precum leaks out. I can feel her throbbing she really needed a release.

I bite my lip as Y/n squeezes my ass, I bite my lip and moan and she spanks my ass. Y/n cutely moans and grips the bed sheets.

"Mmm fuck Millie baby, I'm close." Y/n moans in pleasure.

I smirk and continue to play with her balls as I stroke her dick faster. "F-Fuck, I'm gonna cum buckets if you keep doing that." Y/n moans in pleasure.

Fuck she was huge, I was fighting the urge to take her inside me and make her finish inside me. "Cum baby girl. Be a good girl and cum for me." I say.

I stroke Y/n's dick and play with her balls. Y/n moans loudly in pleasure. I smirk and giggle as cum spurts all over my fingers and hand and lands on Y/n's lap and Abs. Her cum lands on my thigh and some goes on the sheets.

"Woah look at that, fuck that was a sexy cum shot." I giggle and lick her cum off my fingers and wipe the rest of her cum off on my shorts. I giggle and get off her, Y/n lays there and moans as cum slowly oozes out of her dick as she comes down from her high.

*Y/n's pov*

I blush darkly as I come down from my high. I grab Millie's hips and flip us around, Millie giggles and squeals as I do this. I lay her on the bed and let between her legs on my stomach. I smirk, I come back up and kiss her, Millie smiles against my lips and kisses back.

I break the kiss, I kiss her neck. "Mm so beautiful." I say.

Millie giggles and moans as I kiss and suck on her neck leaving hickys. I kiss from her neck down to her chest, I kiss and suck on her boobs and leave hickys on her boobs.

Millie moans in pleasure as I do this. I kiss her boobs down to her toned stomach/ abs. I kiss and suck on her stomach and abs leaving a few hickys. Millie moans as I do this, I kiss from her stomach down to her stomach down to her shorts and stop at her shorts.

I look up at her silently asking for permission. Millie nods, I slide her shorts down her legs and toss them off to the side. I kiss abs suck in her inner thighs, Millie moans and runs her fingers through my hair.

I lick her folds. "Mmm fuck." Millie moans. I smirk, I slip in a finger and slowly finger get as I begin to eat her out.

"Fuck Y/n." Millie moans.

she massages her boobs and grinds against my finger and face as I continue to eat her out. I slip in a second finger and finger go a bit faster as I eat her out.

"Mmm fuck, right there. Right there." Millie moans.

Millie rests her legs on my shoulders and wraps her thighs around my head a bit as I continue to eat her out and finger her faster I feel her walls clench around fingers letting me know that she was close to cumming. Millie moans in pleasure and cutely grips the sheets.

*Millie's Pov*

I moan loudly in pleasure and grip the sheets as Y/n fingers me faster as she continues to eat me out. I moan as she rolls her tongue on my clit adding different amounts of pressure.

"Holy shit, Fuck daddy." I moan in pleasure.

Y/n sucks on my clit as she fingers me faster. I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach.

"Fuck....Y/n baby I'm gonna cum." I moan.

Y/n continues to suck on my clit and fingers me even faster than before. I can't take it anymore, I cum all over Y/n's fingers, face, and chin. Y/n helps me ride out my high.

Y/n smirks, she takes her fingers out of me. Y/n licks and sucks my juices off her fingers and wipes my juices off her face. Y/n comes back up and kisses me, I moan in the kiss as I taste myself on her lips.

"Mmm you taste amazing baby." Y/n says.

I smile and kiss her. "Fuck you really know how to eat a girl out." I mutter panting and trying to catch my breath.

"Breathe baby, catch your breath. We will continues once you get your breath back." Y/n smirks teasing my folds with her fingers.

I moan as she does this. "Y-Y/n don't t-tease." I moan.

Fuck Millie was super wet. I smirk and tease her folds as she tries to catch her breath. "Y-Y/n don't t-tease." Millie cutely moans.

I giggle. "Sorry baby."

Millie catches her breath and flips us around. She was on top now. "Your turn now, I wanna get a taste of that dick."

Millie kisses me deeply, I smile in the kiss and kiss her back. Millie breaks the kiss and kisses my neck. I moan as she kisses and sucks on my neck leaving a few hickys. I moan as she leaves some hickys on my neck.

I moan as she leaves hickys on my neck claiming me. Fuck I really wanted her to claim me and make me hers. Millie kisses my neck down to my chest.

Millie kisses and sucks in my chest and boobs leaving hickys. I moan in pleasure as she does this.

"Mmm fuck." I moan.

Millie kisses my chest down to my toned stomach and abs. She kisses and sucks on my abs leaving hickys, I moan in pleasure as she does this and run my fingers through her hair. Millie's hair was in a ponytail, I take the hair tie out of her hair and let her hair down.

"Mmm sexy." I say.

Millie giggles and kisses my bulge over my shorts, I moan as she does this, she playfully tugs at the waist band of my shorts silently asking for permission. I nod, Millie slides my shorts and boxers down my legs and tosses them off to the side.

My dick springs out once it's freed from its confinement. "Wow baby you're huge." Millie says measuring my dick with her forearm.

I blush darkly at her comment. "T-Thanks." I stutter a bit.

Millie licks her palm, she wraps her hand around my dick and slowly strokes my dick. I moan as she does this.

"Mm fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Millie giggles and strokes my dick a bit faster, I moan in pleasure once I'm hard Millie takes my dick in her mouth and slowly bobs her head.

"Mmm fuck." I moan.

Millie hums against my dick and bobs her head a bit faster as she starts playing with my balls. I moan in pleasure and run my fingers through her hair.

"Mmm shit." I moan.

The tip of my dick hits the back of her throat, I moan and hold her hair up in a pony tail as she continues to give me head.

"F-Fuck." I moan as she bobs her head faster. "Fuck Millie, just like that." I moan.

Millie sucks the soul out of my dick and bobs her head faster and massages my balls, I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming.

"Millie baby, I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

Millie continues to give me head, I moan as I feel my balls tighten.

Throat pie:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load in her mouth. Millie chokes and gags a bit as I cum in her mouth, Millie swallows my load and sucks me dry. Millie collects every last of my cum.

My dick falls from her mouth, Millie smiles and shows me a mouth full of cum. Some of my cum drips down her chin.

I smile and rub her chin. "Swallow my cum baby."

Millie smiles and swallows my cum. "Mmm daddy you taste good." Millie says.

I smirk as I get an idea, I pick up Millie and pin her against the wall. Millie smiles, she gets the idea. She wraps her leg around my back, I smirk. I rub my tip through her folds and slowly slide my dick inside her. Millie moans in pleasure as she takes my dick inside her tight wet pussy.

I smirk and kiss her, Millie pulls me a bit closer to her. We both moan in pleasure as this causes me to go a bit deeper inside her.

We both moan as I slowly thrust in and out of her. "Mmm fuck baby. You're so wet and warm." I moan in pleasure.

Millie giggles and moans. "F-Faster."

I nod and moan as I thrust into her faster and faster. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room.

"Fuck...Fuck....Fuck." Millie squeaks out with each thrust.

I moan and thrust into her harder and faster. I rest my head against hers and look deep into her eyes as I continue to fuck her cum filled pussy.

Millie’s mouth hangs open, I start to pound her g spot. Millie moans and screams in pleasure as I hit her g spot. "Ahhh I'm gonna squirt." Millie  moans in pleasure.

I smirk. I moan and continue to thrust in and out of her faster as I continue to pound her g spot. I reach down and tease and slap her clit. "Oh fuck." Millie shouts as she squirts like crazy all over my dick, my thigh, my abs and all over the ground.

I smirk and kiss her neck and gently slap her pussy, Millie moans and shudders as I do this. I smirk and moan in her ear, I wrap my arm around her waist and continue to thrust in and out of her even harder and faster than before.

"Mmm fuck it feels so good." Millie cries out in pleasure.

I moan in pleasure and keep going. I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming.

"Ahhh I'm close." I moan.

"Me too." Millie moans.

I moan in pleasure, my breathing gets heavier letting Millie know that I'm close to cumming.

"Yes cum in me. Cum in me." Millie  moans begging for my load as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

"M-Millie baby I'm gon-" I try to warn in her in time but I'm unable too.

Creampie #1:

I moan in pleasure and bust my load deep inside her. Millie moans and cums all over my dick, we both moan as I shoot ropes of cum deep inside her and paint her walls white. Some of my cum drips out and drips onto the floor.

"Mmm fuck there's so much cum." Millie moans in pleasure.

I moan and lean in and kiss her. I moan in the kiss I slowly thrust in and out of her as the last of my cum oozes inside her. I help her ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her.

Cum immediately pours out of her and onto the ground. Cum glazes her folds, coats her thighs, some of the cum drips onto my dick.

Millie smiles and kisses me deeply and lovingly. I smile against her lips and kiss back. Millie walk me back to the bed, my legs hit the bed and she pushes me back onto the bed. Millie joins me on the bed and lays on her side and spreads her legs a bit giving me access to her wet pussy.

Millie scoots her ass back against me and lifts her leg up a bit. I rub my tip through her folds and slowly slide my dick inside her. I moan as her walls immediately clench around me.

Millie moans as she takes my dick deep inside her. "Mmm so tight and wet." I moan in pleasure.

"Mm you're really deep in there." Millie moans.

*Millie’s pov*

I moan in pleasure as Y/n slowly thrusts in and out of me. Fuck she's really deep inside me. I can feel her throbbing inside me. She really needed a release.

I moan and rest my head against hers. I look down and watch her dick slowly slide in and out of me.

Fuck she was balls deep inside me, she was so sexy when her cute moans as she thrusts into me a bit faster than before.

I reach down and grip her ass as she thrusts into me faster and a bit harder. I moan loudly in pleasure.

"Fuck daddy you're really deep in me." I moan in pleasure.

"Yeah? You like that baby daddy balls deep inside you stretching you out?" She questions as she goes faster and faster.

"Mmm I love it." I moan in pleasure as her balls slap against my skin and our moans fill the room.

She was so sexy when she was a Dom. Fuck her being Dom made my legs wake and made me super wet. It was a major turn on.

I moan in pleasure my walls clench around her. It's only been 20 minutes and I was already about to cum.

"Mmm someone close?" Y/n asks seductively.

"Mmm I'm so close, I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby, cum for daddy." Y/n sexily whispers and nips my ear.

I moan as she kisses and sucks on my neck leaving hickys. I moan as  feel myself getting close to cumming.

"Mmm I'm gonna squirt." I moan.

I squirt all over her abs, her dick and all over the sheets. Y/n smirks and keeps going, she goes at an angle and starts to hit my g spot.

Y/n and I both moan in pleasure. My legs shake and buckle in pleasure. "Mm fuck, so tight." Y/n cutely moans In pleasure.

I wrap my arm around her, I look deep into her eyes as she continues to bottom out in my pussy.

I moan and kiss her deeply we both moan in the kiss. Fuck she has amazing dick game. Y/n moans as she thrusts into me faster and harder.

My tits bounce up and down as she continues to fuck me. Her balls slap against my skin as our moans fill the room. I feel her dick throbbing inside me she was super hard and needed a release.

I moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. I moan and grip the sheets. "Ugh fuck, Y/n baby I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

"Mmm me too baby." Y/n moans.

I feel her precum leak inside me letting me know that she was close to cumming and desperately needed a release.

My legs shake and buckle in pleasure as she continues to pound my g spot. I feel my walls clench around her dick.

"Need to cum baby?" Y/n asks as she moans in pleasure.

"So damn bad." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby." Y/n moans as she fucks my brains out.

I moan and squirt all over her abs and dick. Y/n moans in pleasure as she goes faster and harder. Y/n's breathing gets heavier letting me know that she was close to cumming.

"Yes, Yes cum in me." I moan in pleasure.

I smile and moan as I see pleasure on her face, her face cutely contorts as she is about to bust her load deep inside me.

"Mmm f-fuck." Y/n cutely moans in pleasure.

I giggle and moan. " cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy." I moan.

*Y/n's pov*

I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. My breathing gets heavier letting her know that I'm close to cumming.

"Mmm fuck." I moan.

Millie giggles. "Cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy." Millie moans loudly in pleasure.

Creampie #2:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her pussy. Millie cums all over my dick, we both moan as I shoot ropes of thick cum deep inside her painting her walls white.

"Mmm fuck." Millie moans.

I slowly thrust in and out of her slowly pumping her full of cum.

I help Millie ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her. Thick cum glazed her folds as cum pours out of her, cum drips down her thigh and oozes onto the bed.

We both moan and laugh there Panting and trying to catch our breaths. "Fuck you can really make a girl cum." Millie pants out.

I giggle at her comment and kiss her. "Mmm so can you." I say.

Millie catches her breath. She moves to the middle of the bed and gets on all fours.

"Come on I'm not done yet. Come on daddy one more round." Millie says shaking her ass.

I bite my lip, and check out her ass as she shakes it. I smirk, I get up and get behind her.

I slap her ass, Millie moans and jumps as I slap her ass.

"Fuck daddy I love when you spank me." Millie moans.

She moans as I slap her ass again. I smirk and rub my dick through her cum filled pussy.

"Such a good slut." I moan as I slide my dick back inside her cum filled pussy.

We both moan, I place my hand on her hip. I grab her hair with my other hand I wrap her hair around my hand. I slowly thrust in and out of her as I pull her hair.

"Fuck....fuck....fuck." Millie squeaks out with each thrust.

"Like that baby? Daddy's dick deep inside you stretching you out?" I ask teasing her.

Millie moans and nods. "Fuck yes, I love your dick deep inside me stretching me out."

Millie moans and throws her ass back against me as I continue to fuck her cum filled pussy faster and faster as I pull her hair.

I pull her close to me. We both moan as this causes my dick to go a bit deeper inside her. Shit this is so good I'm balls deep inside her.

"Shit I don't think I'll last long babe. Ugh your grip is amazing." I moan loudly in pleasure.

Millie giggles and moans throwing her ass against me sliding back and forth on my dick faster helping me out.

"I guess I should help you out and make you cum deep inside me huh?" Millie moans.

I moan loudly as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. Fuck her pussy was tight and warm and felt like heaven.

"Mmm I'm close." I moan.

"Ugh shit....me too." Millie moans.

I moan loudly my balls slapping against her skin as our moans fill the room. I moan loudly in plans her walls clench around my dick.

Millie throws her ass back against me as she slides back and forth on my dick faster and faster. Fuck shes really gonna make me cum.

"Ahh Millie baby I'm close." I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer.

Millie moans and goes faster and harder. I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming.

Millie screams in pleasure and squirts again. Millie squirts all over my dick, and on the bed sheets.

"Baby, I'm really close." I moan.

I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls as Millie goes faster and faster.

Creampie #3:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Millie moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum deep inside her painting her walls white.

"Fuck I feel so full." Millie moans.

I smirk, I help Millie ride out her high. Once we both come down from our highs, I slowly pull out of her. Cum oozes out of her and glazes her folds and drips down her thighs and onto the bed.

I slap her ass again. Millie moans as I slap her ass, I lean down and kisses her ass.

I flip her around and lay her in Missionary, I smile and kiss her. Millie smiles and kisses back.

"Catch your breath love. Once you catch your breath we'll continue." I say.

Millie smiles and nods, she runs her fingers through my hair and smiles. We lay there smiling as we look into each other's eyes.

"You have beautiful green eyes baby." Millie says.

I smile. "Thank you baby. I love your eyes too." I smile and gently stroke her cheek. "I could look into your eyes for hours, they're so captivating." I say.

Millie smiles. "I could look into your eyes for hours too baby."

Millie smirks, she bites her lip and spreads her legs and lays in missionary. "I've been a good girl daddy. Think you owe me the rest of your cum."

I bite my lip, fuck that may have been the hottest thing I've heard. "You know the rule daddy. No pulling out." Millie says seductively.

I rub my dick through her folds. I slowly slide my dick inside her, we both moan as she takes my length back deep inside her cum filled pussy.

I moan as her walls immediately clench around me. "M-Move." Millie moans.

I rest my head against Millie's and look deep into her eyes as I slowly thrust in and out of her.

*Millie's pov*

I moan in pleasure as Y/n slowly thrusts in and out of me. Fuck she's really deep inside me, I can feel her massive dick throbbing inside me. She really needed a release, I moan and rest my head against hers.

I look down and watch her dick slowly slide in and out of me. Fuck she was balls deep inside me, she was so sexy her cute moans as she thrust into me a bit faster than before.

I moan, I reach down and grip her ass as she thrusts into me a bit faster than before. I moan loudly in pleasure.

"Mmm fuck you're really deep in there." I moan in pleasure.

"Yeah? You like that baby? Daddy balls deep inside you stretching out your walls?" She questions as she goes faster and faster.

"Mmm I love it." I moan in pleasure as her balls slap against my skin and our moans fill the room. Fuck she was so sexy when she is a Dom. Her being a Dom made my legs weak and made me super wet.

It was a major turn on. I moan in pleasure, my walls clench around her. It's only been 10 minutes and I was already about to cum.

"Mmm someone close?" Y/n asks seductively.

"Mmm I'm close baby, I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby. Cum for daddy." Y/n sexily whispers in my ear.

I moan and she kisses on my neck leaving hickys. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming.

"Mmm I'm gonna squirt." I moan.

I squirt all over her abs, her dick and all over her thighs and all over the sheets. Y/n smirks and keeps going. Y/n goes at an angle and starts to hit my G spot.

Y/n and I both moan in pleasure. I moan and wrap my legs around her waist and pull her closer to me and leg trap her so she can't pull out.

"Mmm fuck so tight." Y/n cutely moans out in pleasure.

I pull her down and wrap my arms and legs around her as she continues to thrust in and out of me faster and harder. I moan and kiss her, we both moan in the kiss. She breaks the kiss and places her face in the crook of my neck.

Fuck she has amazing dick game. Y/n moan and kisses my neck as she thrusts in and out of me harder and faster. Her balls slap against my skin as our moans fill the room.

I feel her dick throbbing inside me, she was super hard and really needed a release. I moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. I moan and grip the sheets.

"Y/n baby, I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

"Ugh me too baby." Y/n moans.

I feel her precum leak inside me letting me know that she was close to cumming and desperate needed a release. My legs shake in pleasure as she continues to pound my g spot.

I feel my walls clench around her dick. "Need to cum baby?" Y/n asks as she moans in pleasure.

"So damn bad." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby." Y/n moans as she fucks my brains out. I moan and squirt all over her abs and dick y/n moans in pleasure as she goes as fast and as hard as she can go.

Y/n's breathing gets heavier letting me know that she was close to cumming. "Yes, yes cum in me, I'm not letting you go until you cum in me." I moan in pleasure.

I was as I see pleasure on her face. Her face cutely contorts as she is about to bust her load deep inside me.

"Mmm f-fuck." Y/n cutely moans in pleasure.

I giggle. "Cum baby, cum in my pussy. Give me your thick warm load."

*Y/n's pov*

I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. My breathing gets heavier letting her know that I was close to cumming.

"Yes, yes cum in me. I'm not letting you go until you cum in me." Millie moans in pleasure.

"Mmm fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Millie giggles. "Cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy." Millie moans loudly in pleasure.

Creampie #4:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside Millie. Millie moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of cum deep inside her and paint her walls white.

"Mmm fuck." Millie moans.

I rest my head against hers as I continue to slowly thrust in and out of her slowly pumping her full of cum. I help Millie ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her.

Thick cum oozes out of her and onto the bed. We both lay there panting and trying to catch our breaths. "Fuck you are amazing in bed." Millie pants out.

I giggle and kiss her. "Mmm so are you." I smile and look into her eyes. 

We smile, we kiss and cuddle. We lay there and cuddle and continue watching movies the rest of the night. Morning comes we brush our teeth, we get ready for the day, Millie borrows some of my clothes.

I smirk and grab her panties. “I’m keeping these.” I say and take a big whiff of them. Millie giggles, she blushes darkly and nods.

I toss her panties in my bag. We leave the room and get coffee and breakfast.

[merlincmgirl]

Exhibition - Boil x FReader - NSFW

Summary: It was highly against regulations, not that you and Boil care as he sneaks you into his barracks late at night. All you have to do is keep quiet. Easy, right?

Characters: Boil, Cody, 212th troopers, Waxer

Pairing: Boil x F!Reader

Word Count: 5,602

Warnings: exhibition, fingering, oral (female receiving), PinV sex, fluff and smut, dom Boil, possessive Boil, dirty talk, masturbation (other troopers), aftercare, sneaking around. I think that's everything, if I've missed anything, please let me know.

Author's Note: Okay, when I started writing this, it seemed unable to stop. So enjoy :)

Atiniir - Take it

The barracks were in darkness when Boil led you back through the winding corridors of the barracks on the Negotiator after you had met him in one of your usual hiding spots. There wasn’t many places on the Venator class that allowed for hook-ups and secret rendezvous, and even less that wasn’t taken by another couple that inhabited the ship. So usually, if a new one was found, it was by word of mouth that more and more vode would use them. Hence, why you were currently sneaking into Boil’s barracks because most – if not all – of the hiding places were currently occupied.

You had the feeling that this war was going to be the cause of more and more relationships and hook ups the longer it progressed. The fear of time being cut short and the intense emotions that war brought up in people meant that it was becoming more often that you walked in on someone. The most momentous occasion had been walking in on General Kenobi and Commander Cody making out in the frigate hanger. That had been an awkward experience that everyone agreed not to mention ever again, and Boil had been quick to drag you away, giggling at what had happened.

“What if someone’s awake?” you asked, as Boil tugged you along towards the bunks he shared with his squad. How would you explain you suddenly appearing in their room during their sleep cycle?

“I checked before I left, they were all asleep. Stop worrying” Boil assured, rolling his eyes before he came to a stop. “Just stay quiet for a sec” he murmured, pressing the button to open the door and all but shoving you in so he could close the door quickly behind him.

Standing as still as a statue, you didn’t dare move a muscle as you waited to see if anyone moved or made a noise. What if the door opening had awoken them? It was just about pitch black inside of the room, small lights dotted the perimeter of the room, casting a low light that just about lit the way to the refresher on the other side of the room. A hand laid on the small of your back made you jump, and a low chuckle was heard behind you.

“Come on Mesh’la, Hotshot is out tonight himself and Waxer is covering for Wooley. We should have the bunk to ourselves” Boil murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the nape of your neck.

Thank the stars that all the beds were bolted to the wall and ceiling. It would stop any shaking you hoped. As Boil led you over to his bed, you were surprised to see someone asleep on the bed above his. From the sight of his bald head, you could just about make out Waxer. Turning to your trooper, you motioned to Waxer and crossed your arms.

“Guess he didn’t swap shifts in the end. We’ll have to be very quiet mesh’la, think you can do that?” he teased, grinning against your neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his front.

“I can just fine! But if we get caught, I’m blaming you!” you hissed back, receiving nothing but another huff of breath against your neck as Boil guided you up onto his bed. “Or… or we call that favour in from Kenobi and- a-and Cody” you stuttered, as Boil’s large, warm hands slid down your sides and tugged on the hem of your shirt.

“Off” he ordered, helping you pull your regulation shirt off your body and down your arms. “I want to see your perfect tits” he groaned, throwing your shirt away somewhere.

You hoped you’d be able to find it in the dark before you had to sneak back to your rooms.

Boil didn’t waste any time in reaching for you, his hands gripping your breasts and giving them a light squeeze. He leant forward, pressing a few gentle kisses to your chest before he gave you a sharp nip. Hearing you gasp, he couldn’t help but run a hand over your thigh soothingly as he licked a soothing stripe over the mark he had made. Nuzzling into your chest, you were sure that he would leave a few beard burns that were going to be difficult to explain away if anyone saw.

“Keep quiet.”

It was the only warning that you got before Boil’s warm, talented mouth encased your nipple. His other hand came to play with the other, rolling it in clever, torturous touches. You barely had time to slam a hand over your mouth before you moaned, rocking your hips up into his stomach. A dark chuckle vibrated around your nub, as Boil sucked on it harshly. Gripping his hair, you tugged, trying to get him to move to a different angle but he refused to move, making sure that he marked you up good and proper.

Closing your eyes, you kept your hand pressed firmly over your mouth, swallowing back the moans and gasps that were desperate to escape as Boil switched his attention to your other breast. The sharp tug of your nipple and the cosy warmth of his mouth was a shocking contrast and you arched your chest up to feel more.

Boil chuckled around his mouthful, playing with your breasts and admiring the way they moved under his hands. How with each squeeze and touch your hips began to shift underneath him, like you were impatient for more. Grazing his teeth over your stiff peak, he pulled himself off you, unable to not admire the way you looked gorgeous underneath him.

Curling his hands into his black regulation top, he threw it behind him, not caring where it landed. He’d be reprimanded in the morning for sure, but at the moment, he had more important things to focus on. Climbing up your body, he covered you with his own, pulling your hand away from your mouth so he could press a teasing kiss to your lips.

Sighing, you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his neck, losing yourself in the kiss as he slid his tongue over yours. His moustache tickled against your lip, and you couldn’t wait until you felt it run all over your body. The friction burn would feel incredible against your uniform. You wouldn’t be able to forget just what had been done to cause it. Feeling the heat rise in you, you couldn’t help but pull away, leaving a gentle nip to the trooper’s bottom lip. Boil’s groan rumbled from his chest, and you grinned against his lips when you felt it in your own.

“Be quiet baby, the others will hear you” Boil whispered, pressing kisses down your throat as he worked his way down your body.

“You’re the one that’s still talking!” you retorted, biting your lip to hold in a gasp as he pressed a kiss to the valley of your breasts before slipping further down. The blankets bunched around his shoulders before he tugged them over him, hiding him under the covers from anyone who glanced over.

You spread your legs further for him to make room for him, to cocoon him between your thighs. Calloused fingers ran along your waistline before they were replaced with Boil’s mouth, his tongue swiping and licking at your skin before pulling it into his mouth, determined to suck a bruise onto your skin.

A rustle of material and the sound of movement made you freeze, and you glanced over in the dark to see a vod had turned over in their sleep. Letting out a sigh of relief, you relaxed back into the pillows, sinking into the way that Boil massaged your tense thighs. Maker, you hoped that they all stayed asleep, it had been too long since you had Boil’s mouth on you.

Sensing that you had settled back down, Boil hooked his fingers underneath your trousers and pants and tugged them down your legs, shuffling a little to have enough room to get them off.

“Fuck! You look incredible!” Boil hissed, unable to turn away from you as he dropped your clothes over the edge of the bunk. The sight of you spread out on his bunk, naked and ready for him would occupy his thoughts for a while whenever he was on campaign. Just the sight of you was enough to make his cock twitch hard in his blacks.

“Boil!” you smirked, pushing yourself up to press a kiss to the scar over his right pec. “Are you going to do something about it or not?” you challenged, wiggling your hips.

Boil groaned, unable to turn down a challenge as he pushed you down onto the bed, one large hand covering your chest as he settled himself back between your legs. Throwing them over his wide shoulders, he enjoyed the little squeak that you let out at being stretched open for him. He could smell just how wet and aroused you were, and he wasted no time in capturing your wet, glistening folds into his mouth and sucking hard.

His tongue flicked up your folds, collecting as much slick as he could before he wrapped his lips around your clit, flicking the bundle of nerves there until you were letting out a strangled gasp of pleasure. Withdrawing from your nub, he pressed kisses down to your opening, his moustache tickling the sensitive skin. He parted your folds with his fingers, groaning into you at the feel of how wet you were against his lips. Boil’s talented tongue circled your entrance before pulling away to suck a mark on your thigh.

“Boil!” you hissed, annoyed at his teasing. You felt the scrape of his teeth against your thigh before a sharp nip was delivered. Instantly your hands flew to your mouth to cover the small moan that you let out. There would be a bruise there tomorrow, no doubt. It would be felt with every step as your thighs slid against one another. The bastard was probably counting on it.

Working a hand down your body and to the curls on his head, you gave them a sharp tug, reminding him to get on with it.

“Impatient” he murmured against your soft skin before returning back to feast on your core. He worked his lips along your entrance, probing it slightly with his tongue before pulling away. He was enjoying teasing you too much. The trooper loved how you were pulling on his hair, trying to guide him to where you wanted him, but he couldn’t help but resist. After all, the more worked up you were getting, the more you would gush on his tongue.

“Swear Boil, if you don’t fucking fuck me with your tongue, I’m going to- Kriff!” you hissed, all manner of threats ready to spill out but Boil chose that moment to finally push his tongue into y our quivering heat. Cursing, your hips bucked up into his face, wanting to keep him as close as possible to you. It felt so good as he licked into you, flicking your walls with his talented tongue as he held your thighs tight around his head.

Boil growled happily as he licked and mouthed at your soaked opening, spreading the slick further across his face as he pushed further into you.

Sighing happily, you closed your eyes, losing yourself to the feel of Boil eating you out. The noise the was making had you blushing, it sounded like he was having his last meal, slurping and groaning against your wet heat. His large, calloused hands slid up your hips, up your sides until they reached your breasts. He cupped them in both hands, squeezing and pressing them together. Your hips bucked up into his mouth, gasping at the dual sensation of him playing with your tits while he was devouring your pussy.

“Fuck sake! Whoever it is keep it down! Some of us are trying to sleep” a disgruntled voice called from in the darkness. You gasped, freezing as your legs tightened around Boil’s ears at being caught.

“It’s Boil! He’s got his lady friend over” another voice answered, and you knew that one was Waxer. The voice coming up from beneath Boil’s bunk and unable to hide his glee at catching his favourite brother. “He dropped her underwear right on my arm!” Waxer announced proudly.

You gasped, kicking at Boil for his mistake. That had probably woken up Waxer and he had been listening to you getting eaten out by Boil.

“Well I for one was enjoying listening to her!”

“You’re not sleeping in the bunk next to them!”

“Well cover your ears and let the rest of us enjoy it!”

“Ow! Shut up di’kuts or you’ll be hearing my fist slam into your face!” Boil growled out, wincing at the kick he had received in his back.

The arguing between his brothers settled down and you couldn’t help but stare down at Boil, unsure of what to do now. Most, if not all, of the barrack was now wide awake, and listening to you as Boil rubbed soothing circles on your side as he hovered over you.

“What do you say, cyare? Want to give my brothers a show while I make you cum over and over again?” he suggested, keeping his voice light with no expectation in it what so ever.

If you decided that no, you didn’t want this, then that would be it. Boil would either shut all of this down or take you elsewhere. He wouldn’t let you feel intentionally embarrassed and uncomfortable. But the thought of his fellow troopers, his brothers, all listening to the way that Boil made you feel good. All of them hearing the sounds that wanted desperately to escape. Maybe some of them would even rub one off to the thought of you and Boil going at it in the barracks under the cover of darkness. It was an enticing thought and you couldn’t help but squeeze Boil’s arms at the feel of other people listening in and trying to catch a glimpse of you in Boil’s bunk.

Heat flaring in your stomach, you gave him a small nod but he clicked his tongue, shaking his head. Knowing what he wanted, you gave a small huff of irritation at having to say the words out loud. “Yes, I want that” you confirmed, dragging your nails lightly down his arms to his wrist.

“Good girl” he praised, voice quiet and only for you.

It seemed that now Boil had an audience, he was even more determined to show off and get you making the loudest noises that you could. He licked and prodded at your entrance, sucking on it slightly to collect as much slick as he could. The moan against you had a cry falling from your lips, and you heard several appreciated moans in return.

Pulling away slightly, Boil pressed one finger to your slit before sliding it in. He cursed at how hot you felt around his finger, how your walls gripped onto him tightly as they adjusted to the feel of him inside of you. He slid his tongue beside his finger, opening you up for him and still tasting your delicious juices as they poured from you.

“Fuck! Oh kriff!” you cried, as his nose brushed against your clit. You were rocking your hips against his face, hair pulling him closer and closer to you. In the back of your mind you realised that you should probably pull him away, to let him up for air, but Boil didn’t seem bothered. He wanted to get lose in your taste, to become pussy drunk on just the way you covered his tongue and the way you sounded as he gave you pleasure.

Entering a second finger on his next thrust into you, Boil managed to scissor them, stretching you open even more for him. He used his tongue to flick in between his digits, revelling in the loud moan you let out at that. He could hear his brothers were enjoying it too, as sounds of muffled groans and curses filled the air. Giving your slit another curl of his tongue, he pulled his mouth away to trace his lips up to your clit, keeping the touch light and gentle.

“Boil! More!” you whined, bucking up into his mouth and writhing as he curled those two fingers inside of you. On every thrust in, he made sure to brush against the soft, spongy feel of your front wall. Heat rushed through you, and you were barely aware of the gasps and cries that were leaving you.

“Don’t be cruel Boil! Give the girl what she wants!” a voice called from the barracks.

“Yes! Please!” you groaned, writhing beneath him before letting out a high pitched cry at the feel of his hot mouth closing around your clit. His lips pursed, sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth before lightly circling it with his tongue.

“Oh she likes that! Keep at it, vod!”

The commentary was making you feel even more effected than you normally would. You could feel the heat rising in you, feel the coil inside of you getting tighter and tighter, close to snapping with every brush of his tongue and thrust of his fingers. It did nothing but encourage Boil more, and he pressed a third finger into you now, the added stimulation enough to have you clutching at the bed sheets.

Boil doubled down, sucking and teasing your clit even more, fingers twisting and twirling inside of you even more as he increased the pace of his hand. He was determined to get you screaming his name, have his brothers know who exactly could make you cum like this.

“Oh kriff! Kriff Boil! Don’t stop!” you cried, tugging at his hair as you rocked down onto his talented fingers. The wave of pleasure was beginning to wash over you and you knew it wouldn’t take long before you finally found release. Boil was just having fun keeping you just on the edge, just so his brothers could really hear who was making you feel this good, who exactly you belonged to.

Boil growled at the suggestion, the hand not fucking into you rested on your lower stomach, just above your pubic bone. With a devastating thrust and a hard suck of his mouth, he pressed down and towards your core.

The effect was immediate, and you were cumming so hard that you could have sworn your vision went white. Your toes curled and your fists clenched into the sheets as you felt waves and waves of pleasure wash over you. Boil’s name echoed around the room as you shook beneath him, whining at the way he continued to feast on your slit, gathering as much of it as he could into his mouth as you rode out your orgasm.

As your breathing returned to somewhat normal, Boil pulled away, climbing up your body to hover over you once more.

“Fuck, she sounds amazing when she cums!”

“And Boil expected her to keep quiet!” Waxer’s teasing voice floated up to you.

Ignoring his brothers, Boil cupped your face and nuzzled his nose against yours. “You okay, mesh’la?” he asked, feeling the way your cheek was heated underneath his palm.

“Hmm, I’m good. Really good” you grinned, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him down for a kiss. Boil grunted slightly, but sank into you, melding his lips against your own.

He propped himself up on his elbow by your head, keeping you pressed close together but taking his full weight off you. “Still want to continue or shall I tell my vods they can all go kriff themselves?” he offered, keeping his voice low so it was just between the two of you.

“Yeah, I want this. I want you Boil, want to feel you inside of me, filling me” you grinned, leaning up to place a sly kiss at the corner of his lips.

Boil groaned, pressing a hand against the bulge that was pressed against your hip. “Minx!” he accused, following after your mouth but you were too quick, teasing him just like he teased you.

Sitting up onto his hunches, he pushed the black regulated bottoms down his hips and off his long legs with a bit of manoeuvring. He leaned over the side of the bunk and threw them directly into Waxer’s face.

“EW! BOIL! What the kriff? I don’t want your stinking blacks!” Waxer complained, throwing them across the room as soon as he realised what they were.

Giggling, you couldn’t help but lean up, sliding gentle, caressing fingers up and down Boil’s shaft just to tease him more. He was hot and heavy against you and you knew he would fill you just right, stretch you out and make you feel amazing on his cock.

Boil’s hips rocked into your hand, biting his lip to muffle his own moans at the feel of your hand around him. Boil was slightly larger than average length and of a good girth that had you feeling him for days afterwards. He really had to stretch you out to take him. But it seemed that he had had enough of your careful touches, the way your fingers glided up his length in barely there touches that only made him harder and ready to finally sink into you. He batted your hand away with an annoyed grunt, watching in the dimness as you laid back on his bunk.

“Please, Boil! Need to feel you stretching me open” you moaned, knowing just how it would affect not only Boil but the rest of the vode that was listening too. Indeed as soon as you had muttered those words, there was several groans of lust as well as a few muffled curses from around the barracks.

“Hurry up and fuck her Boil before someone else does it for you!” a voice snapped.

“Shut the fuck up, Cronk, if you know what’s good for you!” Boil growled, shuffling in between your legs and rubbing at your spread thighs. He notched the head of his cock against your slit before rocking forward, allowing his cock to part your folds and run along your clit.

You moaned, white hot pleasure bursting through you at that. Clenching around nothing, you reached for Boil’s hand, glad to find it in the somewhat darkness before Boil repeated the motion. Hissing in annoyance, you reached between you and guided his cock inside of you as he rocked into you with a strong steady thrust. Both you and Boil let out a muffled moan at the feel of him sinking into you for the first time.

Letting out a soft mewl, you clutched at Boil’s shoulders, trying to steady yourself against the feeling of him splitting you open. He was panting into your neck, hands squeezing tightly onto your hips so hard you knew there would be bruises later. Sliding your hands up his sweat slicked back, you ran your fingers through his curls, bringing both you and him further together. Even though you were surrounded by his brothers, your focus was only on Boil.

With a shaky breath, Boil pressed a gentle kiss to the point where your neck met your shoulders before pushing himself up. “You ready, mesh’la?” he asked, running his hands up and down the meat of your thighs, giving them a squeeze every so often.

Cupping his cheek, you couldn’t help but send him an excited grin. “Of course I’m ready!” you teased, dragging your thumb over his sharp cheek bone.

Boil let out a huff in amusement before he was lifting one of your legs up to wrap around his waist as he slowly dragged his cock out of your tight opening. His eyes stayed locked onto where you were joined together, unable to help as he let out a small groan at how good you looked taking him.

The drag of him pressed against all those spots inside of you that had you mewling, biting your lip at the sensation. When just the tip was left in, you tried to buck your hips, getting impatient at him teasing you like this. But as soon as you went to move, Boil slammed back inside, knocking the air out of your lungs. The sound you let out was guttural, and you had no control over the volume as it echoed around the barracks.

The clone trooper grunted, beginning a teasing pace of slowly withdrawing from you before thrusting back into you hard. He loved all the punched out noises that he was drawing from you, sunk into the feeling of your tight, wet heat clamping around him, trying to keep him inside of you with every thrust. “Mesh’la” he breathed in awe, leaning over you and pressing a messy kiss to your lips.

“Boil!” you gasped, panting against his mouth as he rocked you further up the bed. You slammed your hands out above your head, the cool metal doing nothing to calm the heated ardour between you. Locking your legs around his waist, you dug your feet into the small of his back, wanting more, wanting him closer to you.

“Taking me so well – kriff! You feel so good, sweetheart” he hissed out, ignoring everything else around him. It was only you in this moment. You was the only thing that mattered to him.

“S-so do you” you managed to get out, as another of his thrusts had you clenching around him, a burst of pleasure flaring at the way he brushed against your clit. It felt exquisite, every controlled roll of his hips had him pressing along your walls, the stretch making sure he hit every one.

“FUCK!” you cried, as he took one of your legs and hooked it over his arm, spreading you wider for him. As he sunk deeper, you couldn’t help but wrap your arms tight around him.

“Stars, she sounds incredible!”

“That’s it mesh’la, open up for me. Atiniir, you’re so beautiful” Boil growled, rhythm increasing as he became lost in the feel of you tightening around him, your walls fluttering with every press inside of you.

Groaning, you leaned up to nip at his lip, receiving a guttural groan from him that sent heat rushing through you. Fuck, he was making you feel so good, how would you ever be able to top this.

“They’re touching themselves to the thought of fucking you, mesh’la. Bet they’re wishing it was them that’s between your gorgeous thighs and fucking into your sweet, wet hole” Boil breathed, voice low and deep and full of lust into your ear.

You shivered, just the thought of the vode touching themselves and bringing themselves to completion because of the sounds you were making and how well Boil was fucking you into the mattress. It had the added bonus of you clenching around Boil, more slick leaking around his cock.

“Oh you like that, huh? Dirty girl” he hissed, hips slamming into you and causing you to dig your nails into his shoulders. “Bet you like knowing that they can imagine all they want, but you’re my girl. I don’t share” Boil groaned, pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to your neck in juxtaposition to the way his cock was pounding into you.

“Yes! Yes! Yours, just yours!” you cried, tugging at his hair as you rolled your hips up to meet his thrust. The coil inside of you was tightening and tightening, you were so close.

“Kriff, sweetheart!” Boil hissed out at the feel of his hair getting pulled, pleasure shooting down his spine and making his hips falter in their rhythm. He could feel how close you were, especially when his pubic bone brushed against your clit.

“BOIL! Please!” you begged, writhing beneath him as much as you could with how he was holding you. Fuck, you just wanted to cum, you wanted to feel him pulse inside of you, shooting his load into your quivering channel. Fuck, you just wanted Boil.

“Boil’s gonna break her at this rate!”

“Nah, she can take it! Kriff! Oh! She’s a good girl” another one replied.

Letting out a whine, you turned your head, spotting a trooper in the next bunk to you looking at you, his hands moving furiously underneath his blankets.

Just the sight of seeing the other troopers touching themselves to you had you letting out a loud moan and you squeezed your eyes shut.

However, Boil gripped your jaw, guiding you back to face him. “Look at me. I’m the one fucking you, mesh’la” Boil growled, hips slamming into yours roughly.

With bleary eyes, you looked up at him, seeing the lust and determination to make sure you felt amazing. He didn’t have to worry about that, you felt like the only thing keeping you on this bed was Boil and his impressive cock.

Gritting his teeth as he felt his balls rise and his own release getting ever closer, he took your hand and guided it between your joined bodies. “Touch yourself for me, mesh’la. Want to see you cum on my cock and your fingers” Boil demanded, brow furrowing as the feel of your fingers against him with every thrust pushed him closer and closer towards the edge.

You wasted no time in touching your clit just how you liked. The added stimulation had you letting out a soft cry, eyes squeezing shut as your release got ever closer. With every brush of your fingers, you tightened around Boil even more.

“Fuck, feels- feels like – like you’re strangling me!” he stuttered, voice breaking as he drove his cock into you, hitting that spot that had you collapsing around him.

“BOIL!” you wailed, as wave after wave of pleasure hit you, flung over the edge. With the feel and sounds of the troopers around you, listening to you and jerking themselves off, Boil’s cock driving into you and hitting those spots inside of you that made you feel amazing and the feel of your fingers against your bundle of nerves, you couldn’t help but fall into your release.

Boil grunted, your name spilling from his lips as he followed you over the edge, shooting his load into your fluttering heat, hissing as your walls drained him of all that he had.

He managed to unhook your leg from his arm before he collapsed on top of you, his weight pinning you down. Pressing his forehead against your temple, he breathed in the smell of the both of you together and sex. It was amazing, and if he wasn’t so exhausted, he’d want to go again. As it was, his cock gave a valiant twitch that pulled a hitched gasp from you, still oversensitive from your release and the fucking he had given you.

Closing your eyes, you ran your fingers up and down Boil’s back, kissing his cheek and just enjoying being with him. Your breath was slowly returning to normal when you felt him nuzzle against you, pressing a kiss to your temple as he smiled into your cheek.

It was only when Waxer came up to the bed that you remembered that you were still surrounded by the vode. Gasping, you clutched onto Boil tighter, hoping he covered your body from his brother’s eyes.

Waxer averted his gaze but handed over a canteen of water and some wet cloths. “Here, thought you might need this” he offered, keeping his eyes firmly on the ground.

“Oh, thank you” you murmured, flushing at the kind gesture. Even though you had been the one fucking while him and his brothers listened in.

“Thanks vod. Sorry for waking you” Boil apologised, sending him a wry grin. He took the supplies off Waxer and passed them over to you.

“Yeah, like it was a real hardship” Waxer rolled his eyes, before clapping his hand on his brother’s shoulder. “But I’ve got to get my beauty sleep. Goodnight, lovebirds” he bid, before getting back into his own bunk.

From all around you, you could hear troopers either cleaning themselves up or settling back into bed. Taking a sip of water from the canteen, you wondered how you would get out of here without disturbing them further.

“Spread your legs a little, mesh’la” Boil muttered, gently cleaning you up as your releases trickled from you. With great care, he made sure the warm water soothed your aching muscles and got everything off you before throwing them over to the laundry chute with a well aimed throw – even in the dark.

“Guess I should be going” you stated, passing him the canteen to take a drink of. You reached for the blanket, hoping to use it to cover yourself while you tried to find your clothes.

However the hand on your elbow stopped you. Boil looked at you softly in the dim light, hand gliding down until his fingers entwined with yours. “Stay. Sleep here tonight. With me” he asked, and you could hear the vulnerability in his voice, all the things he wanted to say but couldn’t quite yet.

Feeling your heart clench at his words, you wanted nothing more than to wrap him in your arms and promise that you would stay. For however long he wanted you to. But you couldn’t. Not yet. But you could stay with him tonight, sleep in the barracks with him and share this intimate moment with him where you could both just be vulnerable together.

“I’d love to.”

[blushblushbear]

some cashew x poe head canons please?

^ me asking you

also i love what you do it's very cool!!! :D

thank, I really appreciate it! (lowkey feels like I need one of those pbs book ends 'this programming is possible with the support from viewers like you!')

SO!

met in a book club

at first Cash thought Poe was cute but intimidating

and at first Poe thought Cashew was cute but 'a bit of a normie' and probably 'would hate his work'

they bonded over a shared love of a gothic style romance drama book that was really really heavy on atmosphere, dripping with tension through most of it, and written in a flowery manner

(DUDE FUCKING--- trying to word a gothic romance drama novel is so weird cause I mean it's gothic romance like Byron romance aka BIG and GRAND and full of TERROR and DREAD but I also mean romance in that it centered around a romantic couple??? so it was like--- a period piece drama that was oozing with shock and awe and HORROR but the main crux of the story was a couple flipping back and forth between terror and mistrust and an overwhelming desire, lust, and affection----- IT WAS MAD CAMP OKAY)

but yeah it was cemented when Poe shared some poetry and Cash actually really dug it

and Poe was like 'oh' like--- he just really liked that he low key had a fan

and they started talking more and swapping books and poetry and one thing led to another and suddenly they're smooching

it doesn't help that they both really dug each other's vibes and thought the other was cute

Cashew was def intimidated by the hot goth who wrote poetry in his book club but like--- in a way that made him more interested

like he was so cool and his eyes made Cash's knees weak and he's just really deep and intellectual and here's Cashew reading his dumb smut novels like OMG HE'S TOO COOL FOR HIM

meanwhile Poe sees this mousy little thing and he's just so so cute and then slowly he realizes that Cashew is actually kind of a bit of a freak and he's Very Intrigued and he finds Cashew endearing as hell and he wants to know more

Poe DEF made the first most

but like--- low key Cashew would make half moves

nervous stuttering half moves but like---

he'd low key flirt, get embarrassed, stutter out some kind of 'haha just kidding, unless...' sort of statement

and then Poe would double down very cooly for him

like he was forward but not too forward

like in a way where a few times Cash was like 'WAIT IS HE FLIRTING BACK???' but he almost never was sure

I think there was probably a party Cash got a little tipsy at and just gushed at Poe about how hot and cool he is and when Poe tried to flirt back Cash panicked and bolted

and then the next day he tried to apologize but Poe was just like 'were you being serious last night though?' and very adamantly only wants to talk about that

and Cash is finally like 'okay yeah I did mean all that but like I don't wanna ruin the friendship so can we just forget it happened'

and then Poe kissed him and the rest is history

yeah and idk man they're just like

low key obsessed with each other but they do legit try and stay low key about it

like Cash is the makes Poe his phone bg and swoons half the time he sees it kind of obsessed

and Poe is a watches Cash sleep next to him and writes poetry about it later kind of obsessed

they're a very cute little book couple

also their house is like a blender of both their styles and it's so funny how much you can tell whose blanket is whose lol

[bobfloydssunnies]

there's a hole where something was...

Pairing: Bob Floyd x Reader (its not a main focus really)

Rating: PG they make some jokes but nothing crazy

Summary: The daggers find out about a couple little secrets Bob has been keeping

Word Count: 2k

Note: This was born from me talking about fall out boy songs I think Bob would listen to and then turned into this wonderful idea after talking about it with @bobgasm and @pinkdaisies9285

I am also posting this before I can talk myself out of it because I've reread it so many times in the last few days I'm starting to hate it just a little

(I may have hidden a couple fall out boy reference into this as well)

Since the mission months ago and the daggers getting stationed closer together more often than not this meant they would meet up and get drinks together. Every night out usually ended up with tipsy games of pool or just talking about life outside work and learning things about new friends. 

Somehow on this particular night out at the hard deck the topic of what everyone looked like when we were younger before their navy days had come up. Which is how we all ended up seated at the tables not far from the pool tables swapping phones around with everyone  showing off pictures of them at various stages of childhood and adolescence and everyone laughing at the questionable outfit choices or bad haircuts. Slowly everyone else had their turn and had left Bob to be the last one in the usual fashion because he had hoped staying quiet would save him from having to show off his own photos. “Alright Bob you are the only one left who hasn’t shared pictures so are we gonna see you in those dorky glasses as a kid of what” Jake threw out across the tables that had been grouped together for us. “No one wants to see them, trust me they are pretty boring compared to everyone else” Bob stuttered out avoiding looking at anyone at the table. Slowly everyone started begging to see pictures and poke fun at him for now wanting to show pictures of himself saying they couldn’t be as bad as some of the others we had seen from the others tonight. Eventually, Bob decided he had enough of the teasing and pulled his phone out, unlocked it, and started scrolling. After a bit of time he seemed to pause and look up at the table and he seemed nervous like whatever he was about to show us would change something. Jake caught on that he was hesitating to show the group his phone and snatched it out of his hand, “No way this is you” he exclaimed looking at the photo causing everyone to flock around him and the phone in his hand. Suddenly everyone was freaking out and throwing questions about his hair and the piercings on his face. “Is that really an eyebrow piercing?” Phoenix asked looking at her wso, Bob shrugged not knowing how to handle everyone asking things at the same time. 

The picture in question showed a younger bob with a lip ring on the left side of his mouth, a silver barbell eyebrow piercing on the right, and his hair outside his normal look with it the top being longer and dyed dark with the ends of his hair being dyed red while the sides were cut shorter. “Who knew the little wallflower had an emo phase”, Bob laughed at that knowing there were other things about him that would surprise them more like the tattoos he has hiding on his ribs and upper thigh or the 3rd piercing he’s still got but managed to keep hidden all these years. I smirked after seeing Bob’s reaction knowing exactly what he was thinking.  “What else are you hiding from us?” Bradley asked, noticing both our reactions. Bob gave me a look and I just shrugged back as if to say the ‘choice is yours’. “Let’s just say those are the only piercings I got done” he replied with a smirk, Bob was just messing with them now. Natasha watched you both like she was waiting for one of you to spill exactly what it was or where it was. 

The others seemed to have calmed down from the news that their quiet wso had a secret past and were now making a list of different piercings that they thought he could have. You both knew they wouldn’t guess correctly because honestly, they wouldn’t expect Bob to have his nipples pierced. Bob looked good with the lip ring and eyebrow piercing, but him shirtless covered with a little sweat showing off the little collection of tattoos on his ribs and the nipple piercings was a whole other vision to behold. The list of piercings and where they had been/are included his ears (varying types for this one), his tongue,his nose, someone suggested a belly button piercing and they didn’t seem serious about it but someone joked about having a dick piercing.

As the others broke off into little side groups dropping the discussion of what other secret their friend has, Bob took it as a chance to go get drink refills up at the bar and leave me to my own thoughts. It would be easy to show off the piercing Bob has hidden away just not in the current setting we were all in because there is no way to really do it without Bob taking his shirt off in the middle of the bar and Penny probably wouldn’t appreciate that. But since hearing the list of piercings and the theories that up from the discovery about their teammate I could stop looking the general direction of Bob’s chest and how someone hadn’t caught on to the not so subtle staring was amazing because Bob was dressed in a loose button up outside his usual casual t-shirt and some nice jeans. And since talking about him I couldn’t stop thinking about what he has hidden under his civvies and uniforms. Near me someone cleared their throat breaking me from my thoughts and making me look away from Bob while he leaned up against the bar waiting for our drinks , I looked over to see Fanboy who seemed glad to have caught me looking at Bob “any thoughts to share with the group” he asked with a grin “ these aren’t ones y’all need to know about Bob” I reply feeling a heat creep onto my face “oh having some fantasies about baby on board” Jake jokes “at least someone thinks about me like that” Bob shot back as he returned from the bar.

After that it went back to being a normal night out just having drinks and catching up and playing darts, singing at the piano with Bradley and of course taking over the pool tables. When they eventually started up the games of pool it let you pick the best spot to watch Bob as he leaned over the table to take shots. He seemed to have caught up to why you had exactly picked the spot you had or had caught you staring earlier before rejoining the group because he seemed to have no shame in trying to find way that made sure his shirt moved just enough to show more of his chest of than necessary or he’d move just right to have the shirt rise up a bit had show off just a sliver of his stomach. 

The current game was maybe half way through when a gasp fell from someone's lips you were unsure who’s but it seemed to silence the group and got Bob to look up from the shot he was about to take. A confused “what” came from the group but wasn’t answered instead I noticed Natasha staring at Bob from her place opposite him as the pool table “So nipples piercings is the other one you got'', Bob grinned “surprised Tash” he asked while pulling himself away from the table. “Gonna be honest, had you pegged more as a guy to go for a nose ring or maybe your ears” she replied smiling “I gotta keep y’all guessing I wouldn’t want to come off too boring” he joked. The others joined in joking about his choice of piercing and started asking a bunch of other questions about them. “Are you even allowed to have them like does it go against regs at all” Bradley asked “ I mean maybe but I’ve had them for awhile now and no one has said anything it's not like I can hide them really during physicals and med evaluations” Bob replied before standing next to you. “Why didn’t you get rid of them when you stopped wearing the other two?” Fanboy asked “Oh I got them after I joined and was done with basic and most of the training like I had a decent amount of leave saved up and just decided to do it one day” Bob explained like it was obvious. “Why are we just now finding out about them though like it’s not like its something easy to hide I mean I’m pretty sure we’ve all seen you change at some point at time in locker room or ready room at work” Payback asked from his spot beside Fanboy “I cover them up usually when I’m on base just to avoid people seeing them or any other problems like them getting caught or me forgetting to put in the right jewelry I’ve learned its better to prepare for a possible problem than to be unprepared and hope one doesn’t happen plus it make it easier for myself that’s some of why I wore my shirt that day during dogfight football before the mission” everyone was silent like they were trying to picture it or just come up with something else to say “you know I don’t think we’ve ever actually seen you shirtless” Jake said “thinking about Bob shirtless now Bagman” I joke “no, pretty sure that your job” he shot back “hey I don’t blame you I mean between the piercings and the tattoos it’s a nice view” I say looking at Bob, who had a flush to his skin after my comment. “Tattoos too!” “Oops” I said sheepishly. “It’s just like 8-10 small ones that are random little things on my ribs, and some on one of my thighs. It's not like some big piece," Bob said, shrugging it off. I felt a little bad letting it slip, he had tattoos but Bob didn’t seem to be upset with me and was just more uncomfortable to still be the center of attention.  

The pool game was long forgotten at this point and the conversation had moved to everyone talking about their own tattoos and what they were getting next or already had ( everyone learned Bradley has a little goose on his ribs for his dad). I pulled Bob a bit aways from everyone to let us both have a moment together away from your friends “I’m sorry for telling them about the tattoos babe” I say holding his hand. “It’s alright darlin they would have found out eventually plus all this coming out makes it easier to add the new stuff we’ve been talking about” he smirked. You and Bob had been talking about him getting new tattoos and maybe looking into some other piercings (once you find the time to look through the navy regs to make sure it wouldn’t cause any problems for him at work) and the more time you had spent talking about it the more excited you both got it was probably for different reasons but you both wanted to see the art on Bob’s body grow. After a bit of time alone Bob takes us back over to our friends who are still stuck on talking about tattoos and what they can and can’t get done because of the navy rules. Natasha notices us both and pulls me to the empty chair next to her making me drag Bob along with me “Hey Tash” I say sitting down, “I can’t believe you never told me about all this that’s what our hang out are for we talk about our partners” she said pouting, okay so she’s a little tipsy “Trust me Tash I wanted to but I know Bob hasn’t told you and I didn’t want to share incase he didn’t want you knowing for some reason” I tell her honestly. Bob it seemed like had been roped into answering Payback and Fanboy’s questions about how much piercings hurt to get done when I heard Javy ask the question of night I’m sure “So you gonna try and get any more things done or is this are far are you’re going with the look”. Bob looked over at me and winked before responding “Who knows maybe inspiration will strike soon and I’ll show up with something new”. 

[thatblvckboyy]

I need to be forced down and spanked by San so badly

Here u are bestie it's long but hope u like it

Who is he

San x male reader

San had to take you to work with him for the first time due to your begging and pleading to come along, while he was working on his computer, he noticed you looked a little nervous, but he ignored it.

After a few hours, you started to get uneasy for sitting on the same chair for straight hours, no movement or swapping places. San noticed this and sighed, calling you up.

"Come sit on my lap." He said in a rough tone, still focusing on his computer.As you got up, you walked over to his desk and hesitantly sat on his lap, as you sat, he wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you in place

"And don't wiggle around! "With that he goes back to typing on the computer while you casually enjoy his embrace and siting on his lap, but just can't resist the urge to just wiggle around and grind your ass on him " reaally, really babe"*he chuckles as he feels your wiggleing your ass grinding on him"I can't help it sorry...." You whine cutely. "I almost forgot to ask, who was that guy you were talking to the other night at the stakeholders party?? "

As soon as you hear that question your caught off guard

"errrmm no.... Ooone"

"You don't just hand over your phone to no one babe, so did he gives you his number"

"Eerrrm, uh-uh no he didn't it's no one really I promise" you stutter out, your shocked that he saw you that night with this 'no one' his talking about

"Come on baby boy tell the truth you know it nerve ends well for you if you lie to me" San says his tone slurry filled with a bit of seduction in them "it's no one i promise" you lie to him even though you know your caught red handed

"Ok fine then give me your phone"

"M-my phone?? "

"Yeah if it really no one I wanna see if you have their number"

"Errm ok" you hand San your phone from your pocket despite your nervousness, you already knows what his gonna do to you but there's a spark of excitement burning in you

As soon as he gets your phone, he holds up right to your face, cause it needs you face to unlock it. "Hhmmm.... Mathew"

He says as he continues scrolling through your texts "he looks kinda hot he even said he'll even give you something I can't" he mocks chuckling he finger running up and down your back sending shivers down your spine"now baby boy what exactly is he gonna give you that I already dont give you hmm...."

He looks at you but you look down fidgeting with your fingers"won't speak huh..... Ok fine let's go home then, "you nod your head as you walk out of his office and get in the car driving home, you already know what's running through that sick head of his but some reason you like it a bit, and also because his hand was on your thigh squeezing it tightly as he drives. The moment you got home he gently grabbed you arms leading you to the bedroom and locked the door and took of your clothes"on all fours on the bed now! " he demons as he goes to open the closest looking for something and you obediently obey and listen to him cause a part of you was loving this

He then came back with some handcuff and was running his finger on your strecth marks on your ass"why would you even bother babe with someone like that we both know he would have just thrown you away the moment he saw these stretch marks on your ass"he mocks you as his finger run around your ass

"but don't worry babe I love you no matter.... And won't hurt you but sometimes it's the only way to discipline you, now your hands give them to me"

"Uh okay " you hand him both of your hands and he places then on your back and hand cuffs them, as fear slowly creeps in you.

You yelp, your body jerking with each spank as the stinging sensation washes over you , your mind a whirlwind of pain and pleasure "Ahh!" You cry out, your voice mixed with arousal and surprise as you feel san's hand connecting with my ass "Oh, babe..."you say, your words filled with a mix of exasperation and desire as you feel san's fingers digging into your flesh, the sensations both thrilling and overwhelming "You're so naughty...."he whisper, your body trembling with need as you try to take in the intensity of the moment, your mind lost in a haze of passion and wantonness.Then San suddenly stops once he sees your ass is fully red and his hand left marks on it " you see that that's! Mine" he said his voice filled with Possessiveness as he undos the hand cuffs, "now your going to sleep in the guest room for the next two weeks no cuddling, no nothing! Understood" he says his tone stern as he bored in your eyes daring you to defy him.

"Y-yes" you say as you walk out of the bedroom completely naked not even thinking about wearing some clothes.

[writingsoftarnishedsilver]

Snowbound | Sebastian Sallow x OC #14

Summary: Evangeline and Sebastian return to Hogwarts for the second term of Sixth Year. Evangeline finds her courtship with Lysander increasingly stressful, causing her to find comfort in Sebastian. One night, in an attempt to get her mind off things, Sebastian convinces her to explore an abandoned mine shaft with him.

Words: 11,238

Tags: Slow Burn, Unspoken Feelings, Friends To Lovers, Jealousy, Romantic Tension, Pining, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Trapped Together, Adventure, Winter Storm

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The Gryffindor table in the Great Hall was alive with chatter that evening as students swapped stories about their holidays and tucked into dinner. Evangeline sat quietly among them, half-listening to her friends as she idly pushed her roasted potatoes around her plate.

Garreth and Cressida were locked in a spirited debate about the best way to charm treacle tart to sing, while Natty and Leander exchanged exaggerated accounts of their holiday adventures—Leander claimed he’d wrestled a rogue gnome off his grandmother’s prized herb garden, while Natty, rolling her eyes, recounted a much more grounded tale of helping her family restore a neighbours cottage after a storm.

To Evangeline, the hum of the Great Hall felt oddly distant. Her mind kept slipping back to the Floo in Feldcroft where Sebastian had seen her off earlier that day. “Back to the grind, Sterling,” he had teased, brushing a bit of snow from her shoulder.

Her holiday with Sebastian had been so full—of laughter, mischief, and moments that felt impossibly fleeting. The thought of returning to separate routines, of putting distance back where it didn’t belong, left her feeling untethered. She told herself it was normal to feel a little off after the break, especially with the unusual secret they now shared. No one could know they’d spent Christmas together in Feldcroft, least of all Lysander. So they'd returned to school separately, with her taking a carriage and him the Floo, careful not to raise suspicion.

It all felt so vivid, so tangible, even now hours later. It was jarring, sitting here with her housemates, trying to reintegrate herself into the world of Gryffindor when part of her was still caught in the snow-dusted quiet of their holiday together.

“Evie!” Garreth’s voice snapped her from her thoughts. “What about you? Did you do anything interesting over the break?”

She blinked, her fork clattering lightly against her plate as she looked up. “Oh, um... nothing too exciting,” she said quickly, her voice betraying none of the actual thrill her holiday had held. “Just... stayed cozy. You know how it is.”

Cressida smiled, raising a brow. “That's all? I expected you to have stories about hunting down Goblins or exploring the highlands.”

Evangeline forced a chuckle, lifting her goblet as if to hide her discomfort. “Even I need a bit of quiet now and then.”

A faint warmth crept up her neck as she felt a familiar gaze on her. She risked a glance toward the Slytherin table, her breath hitching slightly when she caught Sebastian watching her. He was leaned back casually, his dark eyes gleaming with a knowing look. When their gazes met, the corner of his mouth curved into a smirk, so fleeting it might have been imagined.

Her heart stuttered, and she quickly looked away, though the faintest smile tugged at her lips before she could stop it.

“What’s that grin about?” Cressida asked, leaning in with a teasing glint in her eye. “Got some secret we should know about?”

“Not at all,” Evangeline replied smoothly, though she hoped her flushed cheeks weren’t betraying her. She turned back to her plate, praying the conversation would move on before anyone pressed further.

The reprieve didn’t last long. A figure approached from behind, and when she looked up, her heart sank slightly. Lysander stood beside her, his ever-polished demeanor intact as he greeted her with a warm smile.

“Evangeline.”

The sound of his voice made her stiffen, though she quickly masked the reaction with a smile. He looked the same as ever, polished and composed, his blond hair neatly combed and his robes impeccable. His family’s pure-blood prestige seemed to radiate from him, effortlessly commanding attention without trying.

“Lysander,” she greeted warmly, setting her mug down as he took a seat beside her. “It’s good to see you.”

“And you,” he replied, his tone perfectly measured. “How was your holiday?”

“It was nice,” she said, careful to keep her answer vague. “Quiet, mostly. And yours?”

“Busy,” he admitted, leaning back with an air of practiced ease. “My parents had me meeting half the Wizengamot at our family gathering. Apparently, they think it’s never too early to build connections.”

Evangeline offered a polite laugh, though the thought of spending her break surrounded by such stifling formality made her chest tighten. “Sounds... productive.”

“It was,” he agreed, smiling as though pleased with himself. “But I missed you. Your letters were the highlight of my holiday.”

Her smile faltered slightly, though she quickly recovered, nodding as she picked up her mug of cocoa to avoid his gaze. She’d written to him dutifully, of course, careful to keep the tone warm and affectionate. But each letter had felt more like a performance than a genuine expression of herself, her words chosen carefully to meet the expectations she imagined he had.

“And yours were lovely to read,” she said, the response automatic. She felt his hand rest lightly on hers, and though the gesture was meant to be reassuring, it only reminded her of how different it felt from the warmth she’d come to associate with Sebastian.

“You look... well,” he said, his tone softening as his gaze flicked over her. “I was worried you might be overworking yourself again.”

Her grip on the mug tightened slightly. She knew what he meant, though he hadn’t said it outright. Evie was well aware that her robes were fitting a bit more snuggly after the holiday, and though Lysander didn’t seem unkind about it, the subtle shift in his expression made her stomach tighten into a knot.

“I made plenty of time to relax,” she said lightly, though the comment left a bitter taste in her mouth.

“That’s good to hear,” Lysander said, squeezing her hand gently. “You’ll need your energy for this term. I’m sure it will be a busy one for both of us.”

She nodded, offering another polite smile as her gaze flicked past him toward the where Sebastian was seated. He was laughing at something Ominis had said, his grin wide and unguarded in a way that made her heart ache. He caught her eye for the briefest moment, and the corner of his mouth twitched in a smirk that felt like a secret just for her.

“Evangeline?” Lysander’s voice pulled her back, and she turned her attention to him, schooling her expression into one of polite interest.

“Sorry, what were you saying?”

“I was just asking if you’d like to study together this week,” he said, his tone as steady and composed as ever. “I thought maybe you'd like some help with that Potions project you have... Professor Sharp’s grading is always brutal.”

“Of course,” she said quickly, nodding. “That sounds like a good idea.”

Lysander smiled, his grip on her hand relaxing as he leaned back in his chair. But as he launched into a discussion about their coursework, Evangeline found herself nodding absently, her thoughts drifting once more to the boy who sat just out of reach, his laughter still echoing faintly in her mind.

~

The weeks following the winter break passed in a steady rhythm of classes, study sessions, and Quidditch practices, but a quiet tension had begun to creep into Evangeline’s life—a slow-building unease that became harder to ignore.

At the heart of it was her courtship with Lysander. His world was one of structure and expectation, a life polished and pristine, steeped in the traditions of pure-blood society. At first, she’d tried to meet these moments with grace. During their study sessions, when he spoke of his family’s plans or their potential future with quiet optimism, she’d nodded along, offering the responses she thought he wanted to hear. Yet, the more time they spent together, the more she felt the weight of his unspoken expectations pressing down on her.

Every glance from him seemed to carry a standard she couldn’t quite define but felt compelled to meet. His words, though kind, hinted at a future that felt predetermined, a path carefully paved for her to follow. With him, she felt like a guest in someone else’s story, always mindful of where to step, never certain if she truly belonged.

Her unease deepened during her invitations to the Clearwater family estate for Sunday dinner. The grandeur of the manor, the lavish meals, and the formal conversations left her feeling overwhelmed, like she was being carefully measured against a set of unspoken rules. At the Solstice Ball, the Clearwaters had been welcoming—warm, even—making her feel, at least briefly, like she could fit into their world. But now, that warmth had cooled into polite formality.

Mrs. Clearwater’s questions about her future plans seemed harmless on the surface but carried an undercurrent of scrutiny that made Evangeline’s stomach twist. “And have you given much thought to what comes after Hogwarts?” Mrs. Clearwater had asked during one such dinner, her voice perfectly measured but her eyes sharp.

“I’ve been considering curse-breaking,” Evangeline had replied carefully, keeping her tone steady. “Or maybe becoming an Auror.”

The room had grown quiet, the flicker of the candlelight reflecting in the silverware as Mrs. Clearwater raised a brow. “How… adventurous,” she’d said, her smile tight. “I imagine such pursuits are not without their dangers.”

“That’s part of the appeal,” Evangeline had said with a small, polite smile, though the edge of defiance in her tone hadn’t been entirely disguised.

“Indeed,” Mr. Clearwater had interjected, swirling his wine lazily. “Our family has always valued pursuits that contribute to stability and legacy. Aurors do important work, of course, but such a path can be… turbulent.”

Lysander, seated beside her, had smiled faintly but said nothing, leaving her to carry the weight of the conversation. Each visit to the estate made her feel more like a piece on a chessboard, maneuvered to fit into a strategy she didn’t fully understand.

And then there was her weight.

It was only now, after months of regaining her appetite that her body had returned to its natural shape, with the holiday indulgences only helping her reclaim what she had lost during the previous summer. She had spent those months grieving, barely eating, and losing herself in a way that had left her drained and hollow. She’d felt like a ghost of herself then, struggling to piece together her shattered world. Now, after the warmth of the Christmas holiday and the comfort of being around Sebastian, she felt like herself again—stronger, healthier.

But not everyone saw it that way.

Though Lysander never addressed it directly, the quiet tension in his gaze when he looked at her lingered. She felt it in the way his arm would tighten around her waist, or in the beat of hesitation before he offered his hand. At the Clearwater estate, the scrutiny felt even sharper, every glance from Mrs. Clearwater making her hyper-aware of her appearance. Though no one said anything outright, she couldn’t shake the feeling that her natural size, her curves that had returned with her health, were quietly disapproved of.

So Evangeline caught herself pulling away, retreating into the safety of her friends whenever the pressure became too much. More often than not, that solace came in the form of Sebastian.

With him, there were no carefully crafted conversations, no delicate negotiations or expectations. His teasing remarks and unguarded grins reminded her of a simpler kind of companionship, one that didn’t feel so heavy. With him, she could laugh freely, let her guard down, and simply be.

But even that escape was complicated. Since their return to Hogwarts, Sebastian had grown bolder. His tactile nature had always been part of who he was, but now there was something different—an ease in the way he touched her, as if whatever boundaries had existed between them before the holiday had melted away entirely.

He had developed a habit of slipping up behind her during study sessions, his hands resting on the back of her chair as he leaned in close to murmur something teasing in her ear. His voice, low and warm, never failed to send a shiver up her spine, and his scent seemed to wrap around her like a second skin. She found herself leaning into his presence without meaning to, her pulse quickening whenever his proximity became too much.

And then there was his new favorite habit—resting his chin on the crown of her head. The first time it had happened, over breakfast in the Great Hall, she’d been so startled she’d nearly spilled her tea. He’d leaned over, so casually, to murmur something about the honeyed toast, his chin brushing against her hair as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Now, he did it without a second thought, whether they were studying in the library, practicing spells in the Undercroft, or simply walking across the grounds. Their friends noticed, of course, though most of them seemed more amused than anything else.

“You two are insufferable,” Garreth had muttered one afternoon as they sat in the Undercroft, books spread out around them. He’d watched with raised brows as Sebastian, mid-conversation, had leaned over and settled his chin on Evangeline’s head. “It’s like watching an old married couple.”

Sebastian smirked, entirely unfazed. “Jealous, Weasley?”

“Hardly,” Garreth shot back, tossing a crumpled scrap of parchment at him. “Just wondering when Lysander’s going to notice and hex you.”

Evangeline’s cheeks had burned as she ducked her head, pretending to be engrossed in her notes. But she couldn’t ignore the way her heart raced, the way Sebastian’s presence had begun to feel so natural, so… right.

And that was the problem. His gestures—so casual, so comfortable—blurred the lines she was desperate to keep clear. She wasn’t supposed to feel this way about Sebastian, not while she was still tied to Lysander. But as the days passed, the weight of her courtship and the comfort of Sebastian’s presence became harder to reconcile.

“You alright?” Sebastian’s voice was soft, his hand brushing lightly against her shoulder as he straightened, his gaze steady and searching.

“Fine,” she said quickly, forcing a smile. “Just trying to focus.”

He watched her for a moment longer, as if debating whether to press, before leaning back in his chair with an exaggerated groan. “Alright, I’ll stop distracting you,” he said, though the grin tugging at his lips suggested otherwise.

She tried to focus on her notes, tried to ignore the flutter in her chest, but the truth was, Sebastian’s proximity had become its own kind of distraction. And she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to escape it.

~

One evening, after enduring yet another perfectly, unbearably polite dinner with Lysander in the Great Hall, Evangeline felt the weight of his conversation pressing on her. Every word had been measured, every gesture deliberate, as if their interaction had been rehearsed and refined long before they sat down. It wasn’t unpleasant, exactly—Lysander was always courteous, always composed—but it left her feeling as though she were walking a tightrope.

When the meal ended and Lysander excused himself to speak with one of his Ravenclaw friends, Evangeline offered a faint smile and murmured her own goodnight. She didn’t head to the Gryffindor common room or the library, as she might have on another evening. Instead, her feet carried her in a familiar direction, her steps quickening as the need for solitude—or perhaps something else entirely—tugged at her.

She didn’t even think twice about where she was going. Her mind was already set before she’d even left the hall.

The path to the Undercroft was etched into her memory now, a route she could take blindfolded. The air grew cooler as she descended the narrow staircase, the faint hum of the castle above fading into silence. Her fingers brushed against the stone wall as she reached the entrance, her hand pausing briefly over the hidden mechanism that unlocked the door. She hesitated—not because she doubted herself, but because she already knew who she’d find inside.

The heavy door creaked open, revealing the familiar, dimly lit space. The sight of him was like a balm she hadn’t realized she needed. His hair was slightly disheveled, his shirt sleeves rolled up, as he sprawled on one of the couches, twirling his wand idly in his hand as he stared up at the ceiling. He didn’t seem surprised when she entered, though his grin widened as he sat up. “Couldn’t stay away, could you?”

“Shut it, Sallow,” she muttered, though her lips twitched with a smile as she dropped her bag onto the floor.

“Trouble in paradise?” he asked, his tone light but his eyes sharp with curiosity. He scooted over, patting the space beside him.

She hesitated for only a moment before sitting, her hands twisting in her lap. “I just… needed some air,” she said vaguely.

Sebastian raised a brow but didn’t press. Instead, he leaned back, his shoulder brushing hers in a way that felt entirely too familiar. “Well, you’ve come to the right place. The Undercroft has the best ‘air’ in all of Hogwarts. Stale, musty, a bit damp."

His teasing pulled a reluctant laugh from her, and she glanced at him, her shoulders loosening just slightly. “I’m serious.”

“So am I,” he said, though his smirk softened. “What’s really bothering you?”

She hesitated, her gaze dropping to her hands. “I don’t know… it’s just… everything feels so heavy lately.”

Sebastian’s expression shifted, the teasing glint in his eyes replaced with something quieter. "What do you mean?"

She didn’t answer right away, and the silence stretched between them. Then, finally, she sighed, glancing sideways at him. "You promise you won't give me an 'I told you so' speech if I tell you?" she asked, her voice soft, hesitant.

Sebastian tilted his head, the corner of his mouth twitching with restrained amusement. “I make no promises,” he said, his tone light but his gaze steady. “But I’ll try to resist. Scout’s honour.”

Evangeline huffed a soft laugh, rolling her eyes. “You were never a Scout. But I'm serious Sebastian, if I tell you, you can't make a big fuss."

He sobered slightly, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees, his gaze steady and focused on her. “Alright, no ‘I told you so.’ Now, what’s on your mind?”

Evangeline stared at her hands for a long moment, as if the answer might appear there. “I feel like… like I’m constantly walking on eggshells,” she admitted finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sebastian’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing, waiting for her to continue.

“It’s not just Lysander,” she went on, her voice gaining a little strength. “It’s his world. His family. The way they look at me like I’m a puzzle piece that doesn’t quite fit. And no matter how hard I try, I can’t shake the feeling that I’m just… not enough.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy and raw, and Sebastian’s heart twisted at the vulnerability in her voice. For a moment, he didn’t know what to say, his usual arsenal of wit and sarcasm feeling woefully inadequate. So instead, he shifted closer, his shoulder pressing against hers in quiet solidarity. "You shouldn't need to be anything except yourself."

“That’s easy for you to say,” she replied, her tone sharper than she intended. “You’re not the one who has to meet his family’s expectations, who has to look a certain way or act a certain way just to fit in.”

Sebastian was silent for a moment, his jaw tightening as he watched her. “Is that really how he makes you feel?” he asked quietly.

Evangeline bit her lip, the weight of his gaze making it harder to keep her emotions in check. “I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s... everything about his life feels so… polished. Like there’s no room for someone like me.”

“Someone like you?” Sebastian repeated, his tone incredulous. “Evie, you’re better than polished. If he can’t see that, then he’s a bloody idiot.”

She glanced at him, startled by the vehemence in his voice. “It’s not that simple,” she murmured, “He’s not a bad person, Sebastian. He’s just… different from me.”

“Different?” he asked, his brow furrowing.

Evangeline hesitated, searching for the right words. “He’s… perfect,” she said finally, her voice tinged with frustration. “Polished and poised, like he’s never put a foot wrong in his life. I feel like I’m always trying to measure up. Be enough. Be... who he expects me to be.”

Sebastian was quiet for a moment, his gaze steady as he watched her. Then, with a faint smirk, he leaned closer, wrapping his arms around her and resting his chin lightly on the crown of her head. The gesture was so familiar now, so undeniably him, that she couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh, the sound muffled against the weight of his presence.

“I hate to break it to you, but you’re terrible at being perfect,” he murmured, his voice warm and teasing. “Wouldn’t suit you at all, anyway.”

Evangeline huffed a laugh, shaking her head. "Wow, thanks."

Sebastian chuckled, his arms tightening around her ever so slightly as if to ground her in the moment. "I mean it," he said softly, his teasing lilt giving way to something more genuine. "You’re not perfect, Evie. And that’s what makes you… well, you. You’re stubborn, reckless, you’ve got this knack for getting yourself into trouble. But you’re also kind, brave, and more loyal than anyone I’ve ever met. That’s what matters—not whatever nonsense Lysander or his family thinks you need to be."

His words settled over her, warm and disarming. She wanted to brush them off, to keep herself guarded, but the sincerity in his tone left her defenseless. Evangeline tilted her head back slightly, her hazel eyes meeting his. "Can you go on over there and tell them that for me?"

Sebastian’s smirk widened, his eyes glinting with a mix of mischief and something softer. “I could, but I’m not sure they’d appreciate my… unique approach to persuasion.” Then his tone shifted, softening as he continued, “And I don't think changing their minds is the solution. Maybe it’s that you’re wasting your time trying to meet expectations that aren’t worth meeting.”

She blinked, caught off guard by the simplicity of his statement. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean,” he said, leaning back slightly, though his gaze never left hers, “why bother bending over backward to fit into their perfect little box? If they can’t see how amazing you are as you are, that’s on them. Not you.”

Evangeline’s brow furrowed as she looked away, her fingers twisting in her lap. “If I don’t at least try—if I don’t meet their expectations—then what’s the point of this whole courtship?”

“Maybe there isn’t a point,” he said lightly, though his words carried an edge. When she glanced at him sharply, he held up his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, maybe that’s too harsh. What I’m trying to say is, you shouldn’t have to force yourself to be someone you’re not just to make them happy. You deserve better than that.”

Her chest tightened at his words, the sincerity in his voice cutting through her defenses. For a moment, she didn’t know how to respond, the weight of her doubts and guilt tangling with the quiet hope his words stirred in her.

Sebastian, sensing her hesitation, let the moment linger before breaking the tension with a crooked grin. “You know what I think you need?” he asked, his voice dipping into a teasing lilt.

“What?” she asked warily, narrowing her eyes at him.

“Mischief,” he said with a grin, his tone playful but his eyes warm. “Nothing gets your mind off things like a bit of trouble.”

Evangeline groaned, rolling her eyes even as the corners of her lips tugged upward. “Oh, brilliant. Because what I really need right now is to land in detention.”

“I’m serious,” Sebastian said, nudging her shoulder with his. “Well, mostly. You’ve been wound up tighter than Ominis during exams. You need to let loose. Just for a little while.”

“And you think your idea of letting loose is the solution?” she asked, arching a brow.

“It’s a solution,” Sebastian quipped, his tone light as he leaned back, crossing his arms behind his head like he didn’t have a care in the world. “Come on, what’s the worst that could happen? You get detention, and I have someone to keep me company next time I’m stuck scrubbing cauldrons.”

She huffed, rolling her eyes. “You’re so selfless. Truly.” She groaned, already questioning her decision, but the spark of excitement in his expression was contagious. “What exactly do you have in mind?” she asked warily.

“Well,” he began, tapping his chin in mock thought, “I did overhear someone mentioning something about an old mine shaft near Brocburrow that’s rumored to be cursed. Apparently, no one’s been able to keep a light spell lit in there for more than a few seconds.”

Evangeline crossed her arms, staring at him incredulously. “A cursed mine shaft, Sebastian? Are you trying to get us killed?”

He shrugged nonchalantly, the picture of unbothered confidence. “You’ve faced worse than a bit of dodgy magic. Ancient goblin relics, angry trolls, even Ominis when he hasn’t had his morning tea.”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the small smile tugging at her lips. “And here I thought you’d suggest sneaking into Honeydukes or some harmless bit of mischief, not leading me into some potentially haunted death trap.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” he quipped, standing and offering her his hand. “Come on, Sterling. What’s life without a little danger?”

She stared at his outstretched hand, her expression torn between exasperation and reluctant amusement.

Evangeline let out a long, suffering sigh, but her smile gave her away. “If we get caught or cursed, I’m blaming you. Forever.”

“Noted,” Sebastian said with a grin, pulling her to her feet. “Now, let’s go before you start having second thoughts.”

The Defense Against the Dark Arts Tower was quiet as they slipped out of the Undercroft. Evangeline followed Sebastian’s lead, her footsteps soft against the cold stone.

After sneakily grabbing their coats and gloves from their dorms, they met up by a small alcove that housed one of the less conspicuous Floo stations. Sebastian turned to her, his expression a mix of mischief and excitement. “Ladies first?”

She huffed, stepping into the fireplace with an exaggerated sigh. “If I end up in some stranger’s sitting room, I’m hexing you.”

“You won't,” he reassured her with a chuckle, handing her a small pouch of Floo powder. “Brocburrow, southern clearing. Don’t forget to enunciate.”

Evangeline shot him a mock glare before tossing the powder into the hearth. The flames roared to life, swirling green as she stepped into them. “Brocburrow, southern clearing,” she said clearly, the magic pulling her forward in a rush of heat and spinning light.

When she landed, the crisp night air hit her immediately, a stark contrast to the warmth of the castle. She stumbled slightly, catching herself against a tree as she adjusted to the sudden cold. The forest around her was quiet, the faint rustle of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl the only sounds breaking the stillness.

Moments later, Sebastian appeared beside her, stepping gracefully out of the Floo as though he’d done it a hundred times before—which, she supposed, he probably had.

“Welcome to Brocburrow,” he said, brushing off his robes with a dramatic flourish.

Evangeline raised a brow, shivering slightly as she pulled her cloak tighter around her. “Lead the way, oh fearless leader.”

Sebastian grinned, holding up his wand for light. The path was uneven, the snow crunching under their boots as they navigated the rugged terrain. His wand cast a warm glow, the light reflecting off the frost-covered trees.

“Alright,” she said after a few minutes of silence, glancing at him. “Tell me more about this cursed mine shaft. Why hasn’t anyone been able to keep a light spell going?”

“No idea,” Sebastian admitted, his tone far too casual. “That’s what we’re here to find out.”

Evangeline stopped, planting her hands on her hips. “You mean to tell me you dragged me out here past curfew and you don’t know what we’re walking into?”

“It wouldn't be the first time,” he replied with a smirk, nudging her forward. “Don’t tell me you’re scared.”

She narrowed her eyes at him but resumed walking, muttering under her breath.

As they climbed higher into the mountains, the forest began to thin, the dense trees giving way to jagged rocks and patches of frozen ground. The air grew colder, biting at her cheeks and nose, and Evangeline found herself walking closer to Sebastian, drawn instinctively toward his warmth. Shivering slightly, Evangeline plunged her hands into her pockets, searching for a bit of warmth. Her fingers brushed against something soft, and she froze, pulling it out slowly.

A scarf.

Not just any scarf—it was Sebastian’s. The dark green wool was unmistakable, fraying slightly at the edges in a way that gave it a lived-in charm. She recognized it instantly as the one she’d borrowed during Christmas in Feldcroft. Her cheeks warmed at the memory.

“What’s that?” Sebastian’s voice broke through her thoughts, his tone curious. He’d stopped a few steps ahead, his wand casting a soft glow over his face as he turned to look at her.

Evangeline hesitated, glancing down at the scarf in her hands. Then, without answering, she looped the scarf around her neck. The wool was warm, a faint cedar-and-parchment scent clinging to the fabric.

Sebastian’s lips curved into a slow smirk as he watched her. “Is that mine?”

“It’s warm,” she said defensively, lifting her chin as if daring him to comment further.

"You trying to collect one from every house or something?" he asked, his tone light and teasing, though there was a faint edge beneath it. His gaze flicked to the dark green scarf wrapped snugly around her neck, "You’ve got Gryffindor and Ravenclaw covered, clearly. Now Slytherin. What’s next? Planning to nick a Hufflepuff scarf too?”

"Ravenclaw?" Evangeline echoed in confusion, her brows knitting together as she glanced at him. “What are you talking about?”

Sebastian arched a brow, “Clearwater. Don’t tell me he hasn’t showered you with perfectly folded scarves or pristine handkerchiefs."

Evangeline blinked, caught off guard by the remark. She opened her mouth to reply, then closed it, shaking her head, "No, I... I don't have anything like that of his."

Sebastian’s expression shifted, the teasing edge fading for a moment as he studied her. “Oh,” he said softly, almost as if the admission surprised him. He glanced away, his breath visible in the crisp night air. “Well then I suppose Lysander isn’t the sentimental type.”

Evangeline hesitated, unsure how to respond. “It’s not like that,” she said finally, her voice quiet. “He’s… thoughtful in his own way.”

Sebastian hummed, a noncommittal sound, as he fell into step beside her. His gaze flicked to the scarf around her neck again, and his lips quirked into a small, almost wistful smile. “So, what you’re saying is, I’m the only one whose things you hold onto.”

She rolled her eyes, her cheeks warming under his scrutiny. “I didn’t hold onto it. I forgot to give it back after the holiday.”

“Right,” he drawled, the smirk returning to his face. "It's just an accident it was in your pocket this whole time."

“I didn’t mean to keep it,” she retorted, pulling the scarf tighter around her neck in defiance. “It’s just… comfortable.”

“And warm,” he added helpfully, his tone laced with amusement.

“And warm,” she echoed, her tone pointed as she shot him a glare.

Sebastian chuckled, clearly enjoying himself as he nudged her shoulder lightly. “Relax, Sterling. I’m not asking for it back. Honestly, it suits you better than it ever suited me.”

The comment caught her off guard, and for a moment, she faltered, her steps slowing. There was no teasing in his voice this time, only a quiet sincerity that left her feeling strangely unsteady. “Thanks,” she murmured, her gaze fixed on the snow-dusted path ahead of them.

Sebastian said nothing for a while, letting the silence settle between them. Then, with a mischievous grin, he added, “But seriously, if I see you with a Hufflepuff scarf next, we’re going to have a problem.”

Evangeline huffed a laugh, shaking her head. "Alright, Sallow."

By now, they were high into the rocky terrain, and the air had grown sharper, colder, while a light snowfall began to drift from the darkened sky, decreasing their visibility with every step.

The wind picked up, carrying with it a faint howl that echoed off the jagged cliffs. She squinted into the swirling snow ahead, her steps slowing. “Do you think we’re close?” Evangeline asked, her voice slightly muffled by the scarf.

Sebastian stopped just ahead of her, his wand raised to cast a soft glow over their path. He scanned the area, his brow furrowing as he peered through the falling snow. “Should be… there.” He pointed, his voice confident despite the uncertain terrain.

Evangeline followed his gaze, and sure enough, the dark, jagged mouth of a cave loomed just ahead, half-hidden behind a rocky outcrop. The snowfall made it look almost spectral, the entrance yawning wide like the gaping maw of some forgotten creature.

“Well,” she said, her voice light in an attempt to mask her unease. “That definitely looks… welcoming.”

Evangeline hesitated as they reached the mouth of the cave, the air inside still and heavy. The wind whistled faintly through the entrance, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and something faintly metallic.

Sebastian turned to her, his expression a mix of excitement and mischief. “Ready?”

She glanced at the darkened cavern, then back at him, her lips pressing into a thin line. “Define ‘ready.’”

“Too late to back out now,” he said, a teasing lilt in his voice as he stepped forward, his wand lighting the way. The faint crunch of his boots on the stone floor echoed softly as he moved deeper inside.

Evangeline took a deep breath, steeling herself before following. The cave swallowed her in its shadowed embrace, the sounds of the outside world quickly muffled by the enclosing stone. She tightened her grip on her wand, her light mingling with Sebastian’s ahead as they ventured deeper into the mine.

The walls glistened faintly in places, streaked with frost that caught the light like shards of glass. Evangeline’s footsteps echoed against the stone, and she shivered, more from the strange, oppressive air than the cold. “So, what exactly are we looking for?” she asked, her voice hushed as though speaking too loudly might disturb whatever lay within. “Ghostly miners? Cursed tools? A giant, man-eating spider?”

“Hopefully all three,” Sebastian quipped, glancing back at her with a smirk. “Wouldn’t want this trip to be boring.”

She rolled her eyes, but a faint smile tugged at her lips despite the unease curling in her chest. Before she could reply, though, the light from Sebastian's wand flickered once, twice, before sputtering out completely, plunging them into sudden darkness. The silence was suffocating, the oppressive blackness swallowing everything in its wake.

"Sebastian..." Evangeline instinctively reached for him, her hand finding his bicep as as the darkness pressed in around them. Her voice was taut, edged with unease, and the slight tremor in her grip betrayed her composure.

“It’s alright,” Sebastian said quickly, his voice steady but lower than usual, as though wary of disturbing the silence. “Hang on. Let me get it back.” He shifted slightly, and she could hear him fumbling with his wand. “Lumos!”

Nothing.

Sebastian swore under his breath, his calm demeanor slipping just enough for Evangeline to catch it. “Lumos!” he tried again, his voice sharper, but the wand remained stubbornly dark.

Evangeline swallowed hard, her other hand instinctively gripping her own wand. “Lumos Maxima,” she murmured, willing the spell to work, but her wand only flickered faintly before going dark again.

“Well, I guess the rumors are true,” Sebastian muttered, his tone attempting levity but falling short.

“Apparently” Evangeline hissed, her heart pounding as her grip on his arm tightened. The darkness was absolute, an oppressive void that made it impossible to discern up from down. It felt alive, pulsing faintly around them, and it was all she could do not to imagine something lurking just out of reach.

Evangeline inhaled deeply, trying to steady herself. Her fingers brushed against the satchel slung across her body, the familiar leather strap grounding her. And then she remembered.

“The lantern,” she said, her voice cutting through the silence with a hint of hope.

“What?” Sebastian’s head turned toward her, though she couldn’t see him in the suffocating dark.

“The lantern,” she repeated, her hands moving quickly to open the satchel. “I put one in the satchel you gave me for Christmas. If the satchel's charm still works, then we'll just need some sparks can light it.”

Sebastian let out a low, impressed hum, his tone tinged with relief. “Leave it to you to come prepared. I knew that satchel would come in handy.”

“Thank Merlin for Christmas presents,” she muttered, relieved as she dug her hand into the bag, quickly finding and pulling the lantern free.

Sebastian shifted beside her, close enough now that she could feel the faint warmth of him. “What do you need from me?”

“Sparks,” Evangeline said, her voice steadier now. “Just enough to catch the wick. But no setting me on fire.”

Sebastian chuckled, and she could hear the grin in his voice. “You act like I’m not a professional. Fire is my specialty.”

Evangeline knelt carefully, balancing the lantern on the uneven ground between them. She adjusted the wick with deliberate precision, tilting the lantern slightly to make it easier for the flame to take hold. “Alright,” she murmured. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Sebastian crouched beside her, and she felt the faint brush of his hand near hers as he aimed his wand.

Sebastian muttered Incendio his breath, his wand tip sparking faintly for a brief moment—then nothing. The darkness swallowed the effort almost instantly, leaving them once again in stifling black.

“Well, that’s… annoying,” Sebastian muttered, his tone laced with frustration. He adjusted his grip on his wand, aiming again. “Hold tight. Let me try that again.”

Evangeline held her breath, steadying the lantern with both hands as he crouched lower beside her. Sebastian's arm brushed against hers as he shifted, and she could feel the faint warmth of him despite the damp chill of the cave. With a determined flick of his wrist, he muttered the spell again. This time, the sparks were brighter, more numerous, and one landed perfectly on the lantern's wick.

A sudden, warm glow flared to life, spilling golden light over the space around them. Evangeline adjusted the lantern carefully, steadying the flame as its glow chased the oppressive blackness into retreat. Relief coursed through her, loosening the tight knot of tension in her chest.

Sebastian leaned back on his heels, letting out a low chuckle. “Told you I’d get it."

Evangeline rolled her eyes then lifted the lantern higher, the light reaching farther into the cavern. “Now, let’s see what we’re dea—”

Her words faltered, her voice catching in her throat as the light revealed what lay just ahead. Barely a yard or two away from where they knelt, the ground gave way to an enormous, gaping pit. The edges were jagged and uneven, the faint gleam of frost along the stone casting an almost surreal glow in the lantern’s light. The air around it felt heavier, thicker, as though the darkness itself were alive and waiting to pull them in.

Taking a hesitant step forward, Evangeline held the lantern out over the abyss, the faint light from the lantern revealing the extent of the vast expanse, the bottom shrouded in shadow. A faint hum seemed to emanate from the depths, low and unsettling, like a heartbeat echoing in the cavern.

"Holy fuck," She muttered.

Sebastian’s head snapped toward her, his brow arching in mild surprise despite the tension in the air. “Well, now I know it’s bad,” he said, his voice a mix of grim humour and seriousness. “You only break out the Muggle swearing when things are really dire.”

Evangeline shot him a sharp look, her knuckles still white around the lantern’s handle. “I think this qualifies,” she said, her tone brittle. Her hazel eyes remained fixed on the pit, the lantern’s flickering light barely making a dent in the oppressive void below.

Sebastian’s grin faded instantly as his gaze followed hers, his expression hardening into something sharp and alert. “Bloody hell,” he muttered, rising slowly to his feet. His eyes remained fixed on the pit, and for a moment, neither of them spoke, the weight of the discovery settling over them like a physical thing.

Evangeline clutched the lantern so tightly that her fingers ached. Her pulse raced as she took an involuntary step back, her breath shallow. “If we hadn’t lit the lantern…” she began, her voice barely audible, but the rest of the sentence refused to form. She didn’t need to say it—both of them knew how close they’d come to stepping over the edge.

Sebastian’s expression darkened, his usual easy confidence replaced by something more wary. “It's a trap,” he muttered, “The darkness, the way the pit’s hidden—it’s meant to lure people in. To keep them from seeing what’s right in front of them.”

She shivered, and not just from the cold. The air near the pit felt heavier, charged with an unseen energy that made her skin prickle. “Why would someone set a trap like this?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sebastian’s gaze remained fixed on the pit, his wand clutched tightly in his hand. “Could be a lot of reasons,” he said, his tone edged with tension. “To guard something. To get rid of unwanted visitors. Or maybe…” He hesitated, his voice trailing off as his eyes narrowed.

“Maybe what?” Evangeline pressed, her heart thudding painfully against her ribs.

He glanced at her, his brown eyes serious. “Maybe it’s not meant to keep people out. Maybe it’s meant to keep something in.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and ominous, and Evangeline’s breath hitched as her gaze darted back to the pit. The faint hum emanating from its depths seemed louder now, more insistent, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was watching them.

He turned his head toward Evangeline, his eyes meeting hers. The unspoken understanding passed between them, as tangible as the heavy air in the cavern: this was far beyond what they’d expected. This wasn’t just a bit of mischief, a simple late-night adventure—it was something far darker, far more dangerous.

“This is…” Evangeline began, her voice trailing off as she struggled to put her thoughts into words.

“More than we signed up for,” Sebastian finished, his tone grim but steady. His usual bravado was replaced by a quiet seriousness that made her chest tighten. He glanced back at the pit, the faint hum from its depths resonating in the silence. “We’re not prepared for this. Not tonight.”

Evangeline nodded, relief and unease battling within her. “We need a plan. Supplies. Something more than…” She gestured vaguely to the lantern and their wands. “...this.”

Sebastian straightened, stepping away from the edge with deliberate care. “Agreed. Let’s get out of here before whatever’s down there decides it’s had enough waiting.”

Evangeline tightened her grip on the lantern, her pulse still racing as she followed him toward the entrance. The faint glow from the lantern illuminated their path, the oppressive darkness receding reluctantly as if reluctant to let them go.

As they neared the mouth of the cavern, the sound of the wind outside grew louder, a low, eerie howl that sent a chill down her spine. When they finally reached the opening, they stopped short, their breath catching at the sight before them.

The gentle snowfall from earlier had transformed into a full-blown blizzard. Snow whipped violently through the air, the howling wind carrying icy daggers that stung their skin even from within the shelter of the cave. The world outside was a swirling vortex of white, visibility reduced to mere feet.

Sebastian cursed under his breath, peering into the storm. “Brilliant.”

Evangeline huddled closer to the lantern, the cold biting through her coat. “We can’t walk back in that,” she said, her voice trembling slightly—not from fear, but from the sheer intensity of the storm. “We’ll get lost.”

Sebastian’s jaw tightened, his sharp mind clearly working through their options. “We’ll have to wait it out,” he said finally, his tone reluctant but resolute. He glanced around the cavern, his eyes narrowing as he assessed their surroundings. “At least we’ve got shelter. It’s better than freezing to death out there.”

Evangeline frowned, shifting her weight uneasily. The idea of staying in the cavern—so close to the pit, with its ominous hum and oppressive energy—was far from comforting. But she couldn’t deny the reality of their situation. “How long do you think it’ll last?” she asked, her voice quieter now.

“Hard to say,” Sebastian admitted, his gaze flicking back to the storm outside. “Blizzards like this can blow over in a few hours… or last the whole night.”

Evangeline nodded, drawing the scarf tighter around her neck as the lantern’s light flickered between them. "Alright well... we should be far enough away to use some spells again. Might as well try and set up some sort of... camp."

Sebastian gave a short nod, already pulling out his wand. The warm glow of the lantern illuminated his face, revealing the subtle tension in his jaw and the calculating glint in his eyes. “Good idea,” he said, his voice steady as he assessed the uneven ground, “Let’s find a spot that's not so... jagged."

Evangeline glanced around the cavern, her eyes flitting uneasily toward the pit before snapping back to Sebastian. “Over there,” she suggested, pointing toward a slightly raised section of stone near the cavern wall. It was flat enough to sit on, and far enough from the pit that she could almost convince herself it wasn’t there. Almost.

Sebastian followed her gaze and nodded, already moving toward it. The soft crunch of his boots echoed faintly as he stepped into the lantern’s expanding circle of light. “This’ll do,” he muttered, crouching down to inspect the area. With a flick of his wand, he muttered a warming charm, and a faint shimmer rippled over the stone, pushing back some of the damp chill.

“It’s not exactly cozy,” he said, glancing back at her with a faint smirk, “but it beats hypothermia.”

Evangeline followed him, clutching the lantern tightly as she approached. The light cast flickering shadows along the rough stone walls, but the oppressive hum of the pit remained a constant reminder of their proximity to something they didn’t fully understand. She knelt beside Sebastian, placing the lantern down carefully before opening her satchel to search for anything useful.

Her fingers brushed against the blanket she’d packed, and she pulled it out, spreading it across the stone. “At least this is better than sitting on bare rock,” she said, trying to inject some normalcy into her voice.

Sebastian’s brow arched as he watched her. “A blanket, too? What else do you have in there? A full tea set?”

She rolled her eyes, but her lips twitched into a reluctant smile. “Unlike some people, I actually plan ahead.”

“Well, aren’t I lucky to have such a prepared companion,” Sebastian quipped, settling down on the blanket beside her. His shoulder brushed hers, and even through the layers of fabric, his warmth was reassuring.

They sat in silence for quite some time, the quiet broken only by the faint crackle of the lantern’s flame and the relentless howling of the wind outside. Time seemed to stretch in the dim light, the minutes crawling by as the oppressive chill of the cavern seeped into their bones. The hum from the pit had faded to a distant vibration, but it lingered in the back of Evangeline’s mind like a faint, unwelcome whisper.

Sebastian leaned back against the wall, his legs stretched out in front of him, his wand loosely balanced in his hand. His gaze was distant, the faint crease between his brows betraying the thoughts running through his head. Evangeline sat beside him, her knees pulled to her chest beneath the blanket as she tried to fend off the creeping cold.

The wind outside roared with renewed ferocity, a sharp, unrelenting sound that made her flinch. She glanced toward the mouth of the cavern, but the storm outside was impenetrable, a swirling wall of white that showed no signs of letting up.

“This storm is worse than we thought,” she murmured eventually, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

Sebastian turned his head toward her, his eyes meeting hers in the flickering light. “Yeah,” he agreed softly, his tone serious. “It’s not letting up anytime soon.”

Evangeline sighed, resting her chin on her knees as she stared at the lantern’s flame. She was tired—bone-deep tired—but the cold seemed to sink its claws into her, keeping her from relaxing. Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the blanket, her knuckles white.

“We’re going to have to stay here, aren’t we?” she asked after a long silence. The words felt heavy, almost reluctant, as though saying them out loud would solidify the reality.

Sebastian didn’t respond immediately. His gaze shifted toward the cavern’s entrance, his jaw tightening as the wind howled louder, rattling faintly against the stone walls. “Yeah,” he said finally, his voice low.

Evangeline closed her eyes for a moment, drawing in a slow breath. It wasn’t as though they hadn’t fallen asleep near each other before—the Undercroft had hosted its fair share of late nights when exhaustion overtook them mid-conversation. But this was different. The cavern was freezing, the storm relentless, and she knew they wouldn’t be able to keep warm without sharing the blanket. Without being close.

“I’m sorry,” Sebastian said suddenly, his voice softer now. “I didn’t think it’d get this bad. If I’d known—”

“Don’t,” she interrupted, opening her eyes to look at him. “You couldn’t have known. And even if you did, I was the one who chose to come along.”

Sebastian tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable in the dim light. “Still,” he murmured. "It was my idea."

His words carried an unexpected weight, and Evangeline found herself searching his face for a moment longer before looking away. She pulled the blanket tighter around her, the movement more for comfort than warmth. “We’ve been through worse, Sallow,” she teased quietly, more to reassure herself than him.

The silence stretched again, and this time it was heavier, the reality of their situation settling over them like a second layer of frost. Evangeline’s teeth chattered faintly, and she cursed the chill that seemed to sink into her very bones. She shifted closer to Sebastian without thinking, drawn instinctively to his warmth. At the contact, Sebastian flinched.

“Merlin's beard, you’re freezing,” he said, his gaze flicking to her. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Evangeline shook her head. “I’m fine,” she lied, her voice trembling slightly.

Sebastian frowned, clearly unconvinced. Without a word, he shifted closer, pulling the blanket around them both as he draped an arm over her shoulders. “You’re terrible at lying,” he muttered, his tone exasperated but soft.

Evangeline stiffened for a moment, her heart pounding at the sudden proximity. But the warmth of him was undeniable, and her body relaxed almost instinctively against his. “I didn’t want to complain,” she admitted quietly.

“Complaining is allowed,” Sebastian said firmly, his tone laced with a faint hint of teasing. “Especially when it’s this bloody cold.”

A soft laugh escaped her, the sound muffled as she let her head rest lightly against his shoulder. “Well, then consider this my official complaint,” she murmured.

Sebastian didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he adjusted his wand, muttering a warming charm under his breath. A faint shimmer rippled through the air around them, and Evangeline felt a brief surge of heat settle over her skin, chasing away the worst of the cold.

For a moment, she sighed in relief, leaning slightly closer to the newfound warmth. But just as quickly, the warmth began to wane, the charm’s effects dulling like a candle losing its flame. The air remained thick and heavy, pressing in on them with a strange, unyielding energy.

Sebastian let out a frustrated sigh, his brow furrowing as his gaze flicked toward his wand then back to the direction of the pit, shrouded in darkness further down the cavern. “This bloody cave," he muttered, “It’s messing with everything.”

His gaze shifted back to Evangeline, her frame still trembling faintly beneath the blanket despite their shared warmth. The sight of her like this—cold, exhausted, and trying so hard not to show it—made something twist painfully in his chest. He tightened his arm around her shoulders, his tone soft but insistent as he said, “Lie down.”

She blinked, her head tilting slightly to look up at him. “What?”

“You’re freezing,” he said firmly, not leaving any room for argument. “And sitting like this isn’t helping. If we’re stuck here, you need to rest, properly. Lie down.”

Evangeline hesitated, her brow furrowing slightly. The idea of lying down, of letting herself be vulnerable here, with him, felt… complicated. But the chill had sunk so deeply into her that the prospect of staying upright felt unbearable.

“Where?” she asked quietly, glancing around the uneven ground.

Sebastian shifted, guiding her gently as he adjusted his position. “Here,” he murmured, lying back and settling against the stone. He stretched out his arm, patting the crook of it with a faint smirk. “Come on, Sterling. I’m not letting you use the rock as a pillow.”

She stared at him for a moment, her heart pounding as she debated. The intimacy of the moment, the cold pressing them together, the heavy silence of the cavern around them… it felt charged in a way that made her hesitant.

But the cold won out. With a quiet sigh, she shifted closer, carefully lowering herself until her head rested against his arm.

Sebastian adjusted the blanket over them both, pulling it snug before wrapping his other arm around her, resting his hand lightly on her side. The motion was careful, deliberate, as though he were trying not to startle her. He could feel her stiffness, the faint tension in her body as she settled against him.

“You’re like a block of ice,” he muttered, his voice soft and laced with concern. “Relax, Evie. I’m not going to let you freeze.”

She didn’t respond immediately, her body still rigid against him, but Sebastian was still keenly aware of every point of contact between them—the way her back pressed against his chest, the soft brush of her hair against his jaw, the faint rise and fall of her breathing. Her warmth was intoxicating, seeping into him and chasing away the worst of the cold. And her scent… Merlin, her scent was wrapping around him like a spell.

He tried to force his thoughts back to the present, to the storm, to their precarious situation. But it was impossible to ignore the way her presence filled every inch of the space around him. He’d imagined moments like this before, fleeting daydreams he’d always pushed aside as impossible. Now that it was real, it was almost overwhelming how easily he could press his lips to her hair or murmur something he’d regret in the quiet of the cavern.

Eventually, Evangeline’s breathing began to slow, the tension in her body easing as the shared warmth between them seeped into her bones. The cold had dulled her reluctance, and she allowed herself to relax, letting her head rest more fully against his arm.

“Better?” he murmured, his voice quieter now, almost afraid to break the fragile stillness between them.

Evangeline murmured something unintelligible, her tone drowsy. Her head shifted slightly against his arm, her hair brushing against his skin in a way that sent a faint shiver down his spine. “Mm-hmm,” she managed finally, her voice softer now. “Better.”

Sebastian let out a quiet breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Good,” he said, though his voice was rougher than he intended. He tightened his arm around her ever so slightly, his hand brushing against her side in a gesture that was meant to be comforting but felt far too intimate in the stillness of the cavern.

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Sebastian woke slowly, the heavy stillness of the cavern pressing down on him like a weight. For a moment, he couldn’t quite remember where he was—the air was too cold, the ground too hard beneath him. Then the faint hum in the distance brought everything back: the cave, the pit, the blizzard outside.

And Evangeline.

His breath caught as he realized she was still curled into him, her body warm and soft against his. At some point in the night, she must have shifted; her face was now turned toward him, her breath warm against his neck. One of her hands rested lightly on his chest, her fingers curling slightly into the fabric of his coat as if anchoring herself to him.

Sebastian’s heart thudded in his chest, the sound almost deafening in the quiet. He didn’t dare move, every nerve in his body hyper-aware of her proximity. Her hair tickled his chin, and he could feel the faint rise and fall of her breathing against him, slow and even in her sleep.

For a fleeting moment, he let himself just… exist in the moment. It wasn’t real—not the way he wanted it to be, with the threat of a storm and whatever darkness loomed behind them hanging over their heads. But the warmth of her against him, the quiet, steady rhythm of her breathing, was enough to soothe the worst of his doubts.

Her face was so close to his that he could see the faint freckles dusting her cheeks, illuminated by the dim, flickering light of the lantern they’d left burning through the night. Her lashes fluttered slightly, and her lips parted just enough for him to catch the soft rhythm of her breaths.

Get a grip, Sallow, he scolded himself silently, tearing his gaze away and staring up at the uneven stone ceiling above them. And yet, his body betrayed him. The warmth of her, the way she seemed to fit perfectly against him, the trust she showed in letting herself rest so completely in his arms—it all made him feel like a drowning man grasping for air.

The wind outside had died down, the storm finally easing into a quiet calm. But Sebastian couldn’t bring himself to feel relief, not when he knew this moment—this fragile, perfect moment—would end the second she opened her eyes.

And when she did, when those hazel eyes blinked open and she realized how close they were, what would she see in him? Could he hide the storm raging inside him, the feelings he couldn’t name but couldn’t deny?

He didn't have to wait long to find out.

Evangeline stirred, a soft sigh escaping her lips as her lashes fluttered against her cheeks. Sebastian’s breath hitched, his entire body tensing as she slowly woke. For a fleeting moment, she remained still, her brows furrowing slightly as though still caught in the haze of sleep.

Then her eyes opened, hazel irises unfocused at first before they slowly sharpened—and widened.

The realization was immediate. She froze, her gaze darting to his, and Sebastian was struck by the sudden clarity in her expression. Her hand, still resting on his chest, twitched as if she might pull it away, but she didn’t. Instead, she stared at him, her lips parting as though she wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

“Morning,” Sebastian said, his voice quieter than he intended. He offered a faint, crooked smile, desperately hoping to mask the rush of emotions threatening to spill over.

Evangeline blinked, her face coloring faintly as she processed their position—the warmth of his arm still around her, the blanket cocooning them both, her breath still brushing against his collarbone. “Morning,” she murmured, her voice soft, almost uncertain.

They stayed like that for a moment, the silence between them thick with unspoken tension. Sebastian searched her face for a hint of what she might be feeling—embarrassment, maybe, or discomfort—but her expression was unreadable.

“I—” she started, her voice catching as her gaze flickered between his eyes and the space where her hand still rested against his chest. “I didn’t mean to… I must’ve—”

“You were cold,” Sebastian interrupted gently, his voice steady despite the rapid beat of his heart. He didn’t move, didn’t dare to, afraid of shattering whatever delicate thread held them in this moment. “And you needed rest. That’s all.”

Evangeline’s brows knit together, her lips pressing into a faint line as she considered his words. Slowly, she pulled her hand back, curling it against her chest as though unsure what to do with it. “I... yeah,” she said quietly, "Well. Thank you. For… everything.”

Sebastian nodded, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. “Of course,” he said, his tone light despite the weight in his chest. “What kind of friend would I be if I let you freeze to death in a cave?”

The word friend hung heavily between them, and Sebastian felt the sharp pang it always brought. But Evangeline didn’t flinch. Instead, she simply gave him a small, tentative smile before, sitting up as she glanced toward the cavern’s entrance.

“It sounds like the storm’s letting up,” she said, her voice rough with sleep.

Sebastian sat up as well, his movements deliberate as he adjusted the blanket. “Looks like it,” he agreed, his tone casual even as his chest ached with the loss of her warmth. “We should check to see if it’s safe to leave.”

Evangeline nodded, standing and moving toward the lantern. She picked it up, holding it close as she glanced back at him. "Looks like we have another secret to keep from Lysander."

Sebastian’s lips twitched into a faint smirk at her comment, though the mention of Lysander sent a sharp pang through him. He forced himself to focus on the teasing lilt in her voice rather than the knot tightening in his chest. “Right,” he said, his voice careful, steady. “Wouldn’t want to complicate things for you.”

Evangeline glanced at him, her brow furrowing slightly at his tone. “I just meant…” She trailed off, biting her lip as her gaze flickered toward the cavern entrance. "It probably wouldn't go over well."

Sebastian gave a short, humorless chuckle, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “I’m sure he’d have plenty to say about us being stuck in a cave together, blanket-sharing and all.” His tone was light, teasing even, but there was an edge to it that he couldn’t quite hide.

Evangeline’s frown deepened, her hazel eyes searching his face as if trying to piece together his sudden shift in demeanor. “Sebastian, this... doesn’t need to be a big deal, right?” she said, her voice quieter now, almost hesitant. “I mean, it was just survival. Nothing more.”

Sebastian’s chest tightened at her words, though he masked it with an easy shrug as he leaned against the cavern wall. “It’s fine, Evie. Really. Let’s just focus on getting out of here before the storm decides to trap us for another night.”

But it wasn’t fine. Not even close. The word Lysander hung between them, a bitter reminder of the line he wasn’t supposed to cross, the feelings he wasn’t allowed to have. And yet, here he was, standing in the aftermath of a night that had brought him closer to her than he’d ever dared imagine—and it still wasn’t enough.

Evangeline sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly as she turned back toward the cavern entrance. “Alright,” she murmured, her voice quieter now. She adjusted the lantern in her hands, the flickering light casting shadows across the jagged stone walls as she moved forward. “Let’s see if the path is clear.”

Sebastian followed her, his steps slow and deliberate as they emerged into the icy morning. The cold bit sharply at his cheeks, but the air felt lighter out here, freer. He glanced at Evangeline, watching the way she tightened his scarf against the chill, her movements purposeful and determined.

“You’re not going to let me hear the end of this, are you?” she asked suddenly, her voice breaking the silence as they trudged through the snow.

Sebastian grinned, “Oh, absolutely not. I’ve got at least a month’s worth of teasing material. Maybe two.”

Evangeline rolled her eyes, but her lips twitched into a reluctant smile. “Of course you do.”

He stepped past her with an easy smile, leading the way down the mountain as the weight of everything unsaid pressed heavily against his chest. He let their conversation drift into the easy banter that came naturally to them, but for all his bravado, for all his teasing and charm, Sebastian Sallow knew one thing for certain: wanting Evangeline Sterling and being the person she chose were two very different things.

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To Protect and Swap (Teaser)

After learning that his boss is retiring, hunky middle-aged officer James Peterson is willing to do whatever is necessary to be promoted to police chief. Unfortunately for him, a private meeting with the retiring chief doesn’t turn out as expected...

To his amusement, James hadn’t even made it to his desk on Monday morning before his assumptions about the promotion were proven to be true. Upon being stopped by his superior, the hunky officer was informed that Chief Price was expecting him up at his office for an important meeting to “discuss their futures”. Upon making his way across the busy office floor and greeting a few of his work friends, the man finally made his way to the chief’s office and knocked on the door. After hearing the gruff older voice telling him to come in, James obeyed the order and entered the room. 

Upon doing so and taking a seat on one side of a desk, James’ eyes found themselves observing his 78 year old police chief as he sat on the other side. Although the man clearly had respect for Chief Price, James was always relatively uncomfortable around his boss based on just how obese he was. With James being a solid 130 pounds with a relatively muscular physique, the fact that his boss was at least triple that was a lot for his fitness-centric mind to reconcile with. It was also clear that chief’s deskwork certainly didn’t help matters as he noticed a take-out container sitting on the edge of his desk and a fresh stain in the middle of his stretched out dress shirt.

Directing his head away from the man’s obese physique, James instead looked up to stare into the older man’s face. Although the chief’s visage looked completely normal, a closer look revealed that it was a bizarre mix of deep wrinkles and soft flab that caused his cheeks to be pudgy and a definition-less mass to be between his head and shoulders. Before he could focus more on his boss’ face though, James watched the man’s mouth begin to move and thus discontinued any thinking as he opted to instead listen. 

“So, let’s just cut to the chase alright. I’m retiring soon and I need to find a replacement before I leave. You’re not stupid, I’m sure that you know that everyone around here adores you and wants you to be my successor,” Chief Price began, his eyes narrowing underneath his gray and bushy eyebrows for a moment as he intensely studied James’ face. “Although I know that you and my staff all think that I’m this rude hardass, I’m not going to just simply ignore all of the high praise I hear about you. In fact, based on how well you’re received by both the department and the general public due to those little interviews you do, I actually share the same opinion about you.” 

Upon hearing this, James momentarily lost his breath as he awaited the final shoe to drop. Based on how Chief Price sat there for a moment with a devilish grin on his face, it was clear that he was purposely delaying the news. Luckily though, it didn’t take too much longer until he finally spoke and dropped his bombshell. “As such, I’d like to offer you the position of chief effective immediately. Are you willing to take on the sacrifices necessary for this position?”

Instantly, James’ heart began to race as the reality of the offer finally settled. Given how frantic his breathing was, it wasn’t surprising that his first few words came out as a stutter. “I- I’m h-honored chief. Of course I’d love to accept, this is the job of my dreams! I’m willing to do whatever is necessary for the betterment of our department.” 

As James finished speaking, Chief Price’s usual stoic expression shifted into a slight grin as he extended out a hand across the desk. “Now that’s what I love to hear, officer. Put it ‘ere and we’ll begin the transition process immediately!” 

With the role secured beyond a simple handshake, a wide smile emerged onto James’ face as he leaned forward in his seat and extended his arm out across the table. As soon as their hands met and were wrapped into a tight grip though, the officer’s smile began to suddenly falter as an intense tingle began to permeate through his palms. 

Looking up in confusion only caused further alarm as Chief Price’s expression had shifted from a friendly smile to a mischievous grin. Thrown off by this, James tried to pry his hand out of the handshake, but quickly found that the chief’s hand was essentially a death grip. Just as he began to flail about and muster up the courage to scream for help, the officer’s attempt was foiled as an intense shock suddenly permeated through his body. In an instant the pain caused his entire body to seize up, the officer suddenly grunting in response and closing his eyes as he wished for immediate relief...

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Was that what dying felt like?

Harsh working noises woke me up the next morning. Water was dripping from rotten edges of wood. It was raining. Quietly, I streched from my fetus sleeping position. My mind wandered back to the palace. I didn't know what time it was, but I was sure that Lucius would be up already. At the breakfast table, he would ask around where I was. If I was still sick or why I was gone. His mother would caress his head and be happy that I was out of the way. The emperor wouldn't know it yet. He was always in his studies working since he gave up trying to sleep at dawn. I sighed and sat up. Doubt grew in my head, and when I saw that someone came up the ladder, I silently cursed at myself for being so stupid.

"What are you doing here?" an old man with a ragged hat asked. "I- I...I'm gone already. I'm sorry," I stuttered and jumped down into hay, evading the ladder and the man. "Hey! Girl! Wait!" he called, not sounding angry. That fact let me stop and turn around. "Don't go outside today. The streets are full of praetorians. They're searching for someone important, I guess." He came down the ladder and laid his hand on my shoulder. "Don't mess with them, avoid them, or they'll make short work of you." I detailed him. I didn't know why he was so nice to me, but I nodded and touched his hand on my shoulder, thanking him. A greasy smile with some black teeth in his mouth appeared, and the atmosphere turned from nice to filthy. His hand wandered to my butt and I shied away. "Get your hands off me!" I shouted, disgusted. "Don't you want to stay in my barn?" he asked slyly. "Not under these circumstances! Get away from me!" I shied backward again as he came near me slowly. Shivers went down my spine, and I fled outside, running into 4 praetorians. First, one of them pushed me away, causing me to fall down into the wet dirt. Then another helped me up. "This is the woman we're searching for! Let's go back."

Thunder rumbled through the streets, and heavy rain fell when they dragged me back into the direction of the imperial palace. On the way, they divided themselves. Two were accompanying me, and the others were spreading the word that they found me. My hair was sticking to my face, and I felt like I looked. Dirty.

Back at the entrance, Lucius and his uncle were waiting for me. As we arrived, the praetorians pushed me on my knees, holding my head up pulling my hair back. With teary eyes I faced them.

"Why did you run away, Serena?" asked Lucius and hugged his uncle. He glanced down at me coldy. I felt like my blood froze in every vein of my body.

"Say goodbye to this slave, Lucius." the emperor demanded shortly and swapped looks with his praetorians. They pulled me up to my feet and began to drag me away. "No, please! Lucius!" I screamed, fighting them. Lucius looked at his uncle, shocked and ran after us. "No! Don't kill her! She's my friend!" After seconds, I stopped fighting because it was in vain. I heard Lucius running next to the guards, sobbing. "Go back into the palace! This isn't for little boys like you!" commanded the left one. "Don't kill her! Please!" Lucius sobbed, trying to keep up the quick pace of the guards. He pulled on the cape of the left one so that he had to stop walking. "No, please don't!" pleaded the Ceasars nephew, getting wet from the rain. "Command is command. We can't let her go. The only one who can do that is the ceasar himself. Stop pestering me and let us do our work!" Lucius looked at me insistently and then ran away back to the palace. I started fighting against them again with everything I had. "Shit, she's strong!" cursed the other to my right and held me closer, turning my arm up my back. I started to cry as we went away from the entrance. I couldn't see where we were heading. After a while, we stopped, and I was pushed in the sand again. Before I could turn around, I heard one of the men pulling his sword out of the sheath. I cried, kneeling down, the two men behind me. I heard them stepping behind me and holding the sword up. Shivering, wet, and defeated, I thought about the Ceasar. His gaze, his touch, his attitude. Every moment with him went by a last time. Hyperventilating, I closed my eyes to get the dizziness away. Like in trance, I heard myself breathing heavily but nothing else. I didn't even hear the rain. Was that what dying was like? Losing senses one after another?

Suddenly, a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me up. Blinking, I looked up and was pulled against a cold, wet chest armor. These arms held me tightly, almost crushing me. I felt air leaving my lungs, not being able to breathe in again. My heart pounded heavily and signed me to fight for my life again. Then my senses came back. I felt my hands again, I saw clearly and I heard voices again.

"Don't touch her. I changed my mind." I saw the imperial insignia, noble clothes. Now I knew who held me.

Feeling my oxygen levels getting low, I gasped for air. "Uncle! Let her go!" called Lucius next to us, sounding worried.

Instantly, the young Ceasar let go of me but held me anyway. I couldn't look at him because he held me so close. I took a deep breath and relaxed a bit.

"My Ceasar, it's dangerous being undecided." said the praetorian and put his sword away.

"Don't you ever question my ability to decide again, or my next decision will be your end," the emperor replied, hissing, not letting go of me. Instead, while he answered, his grip grew tighter again. "Yes, my Highness." The two guards went away.

I felt Lucius' arm around my back, and I heard him crying. This sound made the young emperor let go of me. I met his gaze. His green eyes looked troubled, worried, stressed, angry, and annoyed at the same time. I turned around, hugging Lucius, comforting him. I never heard such crying from him. "You're wet, get inside," grunted the young Ceasar coldly and made his way into the palace.

@darknessisafriend

[fighterbound]

“i don’t stand a chance against sasuke, do i?” / FROM SAKURA TO NARUTO u know how it issssss

His heart stutters and trips over itself. All the breath from his lungs is ripped out with that single question. Time seems frozen as that question pounds itself into his head, replaying over and over. Then like clockwork his instincts flare to protect him, working to try and stop the torrent of emotions unleashed from the rooms he shut them in. It's ironic how Sakura's question has tethered itself in his mind while unshackling his own feelings.

Outwardly he shows his teeth, not in threat or warning, but to soothe. A wide happy smile. Happy is safe, happy doesn't have room for problems. Happy doesn't threaten him the way conflict does. Only these instincts are the same ones that have been pushing him away from this very conversation. Telling him to fold away all their previous little talks and underlying jabs and lock them away.

The smile he tries to give life to keeps melting off.

And Sakura given him no room to run this time. It's like she's cornered him. Her question a kunai that met its target. No matter how he spins this, he can't pretend he didn't hear her. Can't laugh his way out of the corner she's pressed him into. Pressing his hands against his side, he fights to keep his fingers relaxed despite the gut wrenching need to curl them into fists. This is Sakura...she...she's not someone that should be receiving this sort of reaction. Defensive and angry.

Yet...as he stares back at her and tries to work out a response a heat bubbles inside him. It's not explosive or abrasive like when facing an annoyin' enemy or arguing with Sai. No this...it's worse because it's been simmering, growing and expanding. Try as he might, it's been cooking too long and refusing to be shoved off the burner. His hands can't handle the heat. He doesn't want to feel like this. Angry. Annoyed. Agitated. Frustrated. None of those emotions ever work well for people. They create problems, drive people away, and they're just not good! So why is he so mad at her question? Why can't he shake it off and pretend like all the other times? It is cause she's got him trapped without an escape? Like...like she's demanding an answer out of him. One he doesn't he want to give, and why should he? Who is she to make him answer such an unfair question? His eyes narrow.

The words that have built on his tongue are all wrong. Terrible, ugly words that could brea--, no they will break them. They will shove a deeper wedge between them. He'd rather swallow his own tongue than speak the nasty truth that is filling his throat. Breaking away from her gaze, he stares down at the ground to reorient himself. Right now he's drowning in the overwhelming reaction of his emotions and thoughts. The only way he knows to break to the surface in these rare times is through his voice. Shouting, reacting, physically getting everything out. However, never have those times had him before a friend, especially one as precious as Sakura. Actually no, Sasuke been on the receiving end but...

Sasuke is different. The bitter truth. Bitter all the way to the core because of what it confirms. Though ain't that the answer she's looking for? It's why she's asking the question, ain't it? She knows. Every talk they've had since that evening in the bar, it comes back to Sasuke. He's grown from being a tiny little thorn between them to wrapping around them like vines. Every shift and twist Sakura and himself have managed to try and escape, have only pressed them deeper against the many thorns, making them bleed over the bastard that chooses the outside world instead of them. Yet...Naruto can't fault him. Can't bring himself to ask for more.

Would he...feel the same if were Sakura? If Sakura were to be swapped with him, would his own feelings be at the intensity they are for Sasuke? The hesitation in his heart tells him the answer he doesn't want to face. The answer Sakura is probably lookin' for. If she's expectin' this answer...should he just say it? Stop letting it simmer between them. His stomach drops just at the thought. But how long are they gunna keep doing this? If he evades now, will she keep comin' at him like this? Pushing more and more until the answer it pulled out of him. Why does she wanna hear this? Is she lookin' for an out or something? Then why ask him? She should be the one to say it.

Not him. He won't bare his neck like that. Running his tongue along the back of his teeth, decides right then and there to fight back. This ain't just gunna be him. He's gunna fight his way out of this corner!

"If you're askin' like that, makes it sound like you already have an answer," he rasps finally, like he's been inhaling smoke for far too long. Maybe he has, choosing to sit in the burning home of their friendship instead of trying to put it out. Every muscle is coiled tight with tension, bracing for whatever reaction he's going to receive. He's got fear pooling into his gut like an endless waterfall and that kicks him into gear. As his fingers dig into his sides, he does what he's worst at.

Waits.

★; addressing the elephant in the room sentence starters. / @fightaers

[nghtwngs]

dincember prompt 3: gloves

description: it’s cold, and you seem to be gloveless. mando is quite stubborn and won’t let your fingers freeze off.

pairing: din djarin x mechanic!reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers (eventually?), mutual pining, slow burn (im sorry i didn’t mean for it to be this way)

word count: 1.2k

warnings: pre-canon, he’s probably ooc i can barely keep my eyes open

a/n: this is for dincember 2022! im starting a little late cause i only found out about this last night and this includes prompts 1 through 3 (even though it started as 3, it just ended up that way) god i haven’t posted a fic since august but i plan on writing more for pedro’s characters and cassian (once i finally watch the last ep of andor)

You wonder if they’re as warm as they look.

Orange tips that have browned with age and blaster residue, soft leather worn and broken in, and large. The thought makes your neck heat with embarrassment and a hint of something else you’d rather not go figuring out. No, definitely not. Not when Mando is your employer, and much more recently, your friend. You don’t need to go making things weird for yourself or for him. Things are good right now. You like the routine you’ve both settled into, you like being around him, you like…

You squeeze your eyes shut when the word appears in your head, throwing your head against the back of the seat with frustration. Ow.

You like his gloves.

Along with having to adjust to living on the Razer Crest, you’ve developed a rather mortifying habit of staring at Mando’s hands. You blame his mannerisms for being so hypnotizing. The way his fingers strain and stretch the leather of his gloves while hovering beside his blaster during an encounter about to go wrong, the times he’s placed a gentle hand on your arm to make sure you’re alright, that day he pulled each of the fingers on his glove one by one to take them off and feel your forehead when you were coming down with a fever. Maker, what’s wrong with you?

You spring up from the chair, leaving the cockpit to find something to repair. Anything to get your mind off this and off of him. The heating unit needs a look at anyway.

Turns out, that had been a very good idea. The filter needs replacing, but you don’t have an extra one lying around, so you’ll be adding it to the list of items to purchase when you go out. You scribble down a few other parts you need plus the ration packs you know Mando likes (they’re the same ones you do), warmer clothes, and thicker blankets since the thermal system is at risk of catching on fire. You’re not going to be able to turn it on until you get that new filter.

You jump when Mando rests a hand on your shoulder. You turn to look at him. “Kriff, you scared me.”

“Sorry,” he answers, pulling his hand away. “Are you ready to go now?”

“Yeah, just let me grab my jacket.” You slip on your winter coat, zipping it up. “You know, we need to change out that heating filter of yours. A few more days and it’ll burst into flames. When’s the last time you swapped it out?”

Mando thinks for a moment. You briefly wonder if his eyebrows are scrunched thoughtfully. “I’m not sure.”

You sigh dramatically. “What would you do without me?”

“Die, probably. The Crest has never looked better since you came.”

You grin.

You think he’s smiling back.

-

“Where are your gloves?”

Your eyes fall away from the filter selection and down to your hands. You glance at Mando. “Oh, I must’ve forgotten them when we left.”

Immediately, Mando pulls off a glove and slips it onto your hand. It doesn’t fit right, but it’s warm.

“What are you—?”

“You’re going to get frostbite,” he answers, slipping on the other glove. “Your hands are already freezing.”

“I have pockets. I can just leave my hands in them.”

“You need to be able to hold the starship parts. You like making sure they’re good.”

He noticed? Of course he noticed, you spend forever examining each part to make sure it’s good quality before buying it. You stutter, “But what about you? Aren’t your hands just going to get frostbite too?”

He crosses his arms to cover his hands. “We’ll buy some gloves.”

You grab his hands, looking into the pitch black visor of his helmet. “Can I?” He doesn’t say anything. You place his hands on the back of your neck, hoping to warm them a bit. The cold touch makes you shiver, but you keep them there for a long moment before letting go. “Okay, let’s go.”

It takes a minute for him to respond. He clears his throat. “You—you need to pick out the filter though?”

“I got it.” You grab a pack of filters. “They’re right here.”

After spending a slightly painful amount of credits on the filters (inflation is apparently just as awful on this planet too), you stop by a shop selling winter garments. There’s a table lined with gloves of all colors and sizes. A particular pair catches your eye right away, but then you see the price and wince. That’s a lot of credits. You try to find a cheaper pair, but they all seem to be about the same.

“Get them,” Mando suddenly says. It’s as if he can just tell what you’re thinking. “They’ll last a long time.”

“But they’re expensive,” you mumble. “We could use the credits for other, more important things.”

The Mandalorian picks up the gloves you were looking at and pulls off his from your hands, slipping the new ones on. They’re thicker than regular ones and warm.

“Then it will be a gift. For our first Life Day together.”

Oh right, that is in a few weeks. You’ve forgotten all about Life Day, having been so caught up in your work. But your brain holds onto one particular word: “first”. There will be more? Oh, Maker, you hope so.

It’s been a long time since you’ve received anything for Life Day. The loneliness has seeped into your bones over the years, numbing you from the inside out. This fills you with warmth, and it settles in your chest before spreading to the rest of you. You’re already wondering what to get him. What could a Mandalorian possibly need?

Your smile is much too soft to be for a friend. “Thank you, Mando.”

“You’ve done so much for me. It’s only fair I give you something in return for your skillful work.”

Your smile turns playful. “You pay me to do that, idiot.”

“You can’t be my mechanic if your fingers all fall off.”

“Shut up.” You laugh, gently shoving him with your hand. “I guess you’re right, I do like having all of my fingers intact.”

You pay for the gloves along with a few new jackets (that are fairly priced) and head out. You gasp, holding a hand out. “It’s snowing.”

Sure, the entire planet is covered in a blanket of snow right now, but you haven’t seen it snow in almost a full cycle. You can’t help but stare in awe at the beauty of it. The streets are lined with bright lights and decorations. It’s much more festive here than you’re used to. It’s beautiful.

You turn to see if Mando is looking at the decorations too, but you find his helmet already pointed in your direction. The beskar reflects the colors well, and you can see frost collecting on his armor. You think he’s just as beautiful. Your fingers twitch with the need to hold his hand.

“Are we done now?”

Your trance is broken. “Yeah, yeah.” You nod. “All finished.”

Your cheeks ache on the way back from smiling too hard. You have to pull your scarf over your mouth to prevent your face from freezing that way. You’ve never been so excited for Life Day.

[a-shy-blueberry]

Quiet

A/N: For @touyaspeach who requested the prompt: Kuroiro x Teasing for a follower event! Hope this is alright!!!

Pairing: Kuroiro Shihai x F! Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Aged Up Characters, Minors/Ageless Blogs DNI, Fingering, Breast Play, Teasing, Office Sex, Kuroiro is a little shit

Word Count: 714

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"Shhhh you need to be quieter," Kuroiro said. "You sound so needy."

You whined again, the tormenting was too much.

Thankfully your office door was closed so no one had seen Kuroiro sneak in. The pro emerging from the shadows under your desk to surprise you.

"Shihai please," you begged, his hand traced along your calf, his breath hot against your thigh.

Sooner than you had even realized it he had had you undressed from the waist down, exposed to his ministrations but so far from what you needed. His hand circled around your ankle as his breath tickled between your legs.

"I need to be sure you want me, after all wasn't it you who was telling me I needed to leave just ten minutes ago."

You swallowed, regretting your impulsivity. When he'd arrived you'd been on a call, desperately trying to push him back into the shadows while you wrapped up.

"Shihai~," you whined, "you knew I was on a phone call."

"I could've kept quiet," he said. You rolled your eyes in response. Despite his reputation as a stealth hero, he would've been anything but had you remained on call.

His breath tickled closer, his lips kissing your inner thighs before the sensation was gone again. You looked down, Kuroiro once again melted into the shadows before you felt a presence behind you.

"The only problem I see, is whether you can as well," his lips were tickling the outer shell of your ears causing you to gasp as hands made their way under your shirt, exposing your skin to the cool air as he slowly brought it up, his hands tracing your hips, up your side until they covered your breasts. Kneading the soft flesh in his grasp. Pushing them together before pulling them apart again, his hand moving to the side, thumbs flicking over your nipples as he cradled your breasts. Your back arched into his touch, your breathing already stuttered from his effect on you.

"Please" you moan, lifting your head to try and capture his lips. He bends down meeting you, his lips slotting between yours, sucking your lower lip into his mouth. The two of you swapping until his tongue entered your mouth. The thick muscles tracing along the edge of your teeth before diving in rubbing against your own.

His fingers made their way down your chest, letting your shirt drop as his fingers formed a "V", pulling back your lower lips and exposing your clit to him. He lifted his hand, this time allowing his middle to circle the tender bud, dipping into you to gather your slick to spread it around. Your breathing was going ragged, pulling back from Kuroiro to catch your breath, your head dizzy from his kisses. He just moved though, his lips finding your neck and sucking the sensitive flesh. Tracing their way down to your shoulder and biting down right as he entered you with two fingers.

You cried out, Kuroiro's other hand covering your mouth to stifle your noises as he pumped in and out of you. Driving you crazy with his mouth as his hand tormented you. You bucked your hips, desperately trying to get him to move faster but he refused. Keeping you to his maddening pace. Your orgasm slowly building. Growing more and more painful as you closed in. You squirmed trying anything to escape it or bring it closer, of which you weren't sure. His tongue was now drawing your earlobe into his mouth, his breath hot in your ear and you were so close your eyes falling shut as you felt that precipice approach.

And then you were exploding, lights flickering behind your eyelids, your whole body convulsing. Kuroiro's fingers deep inside you as you spasmed around him, each aftershock squeezing them.

"That's my love, such a good girl for me," he said. Finally removing his fingers when you stopped pulsing around them. Bringing them into his mouth to clean. You were slumped in your office chair, exhausted. He gently judged you, helping you into your office clothes before he started melting back into the shadows, leaving you with one final message.

"I just knew you wanted me," he smirked, disappearing before you could muster the energy to throw something at him.

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