#EYE thought this was incredibly funny. hope yall do too

[miwtual]

@stcreators event 7 — humor

THE HELLFIRE CLUB + anonymous asks (in/sp/os) (eddie + erica, jeff + gareth, dustin + the freak, mike + eddie)

[drefear]

Art Reference pt. 2

Miguel x Reader

TW: Smut, rough rough sex, jealousy, pooty eating miguel is superior.

This was a request about reader being an artist and Miguel finding out that they tried drawing him naked and he says some sly shit about it, which results into the nasty nasty.

A/N: so it's not the bedroom mirror sexy, but it is some sweaty sexy with hints of jealous/possessive miguel. idk i wanted to combine it with the other idea I had. so i hope yall enjoy.

Part one here

The days since Miguel found your sketchbook we’re filled with relentless sex, constantly pinned under the gargantuan man and being his sexual relief. 

The Spider Society stayed business as usual.

At least to everyone else. 

But a few of the spiderwomen noticed something different about you. 

“Are those hickeys?” Jess asked, and your hand flew to your neck. Your face got a bit warm under your mask and you thanked the heavens that you’d just gotten back from hunting down an anomaly. She shook your head and laughed. 

“What? No no.” You denied and looked away, waving to Ben. 

“They look like hickeys.” She tilted her head and pressed on. 

“They are.” A voice came from behind you and you both looked up at Miguel, who was just standing there with a cup of coffee in hand, looking too relaxed for what he just admitted. 

“See, I knew they were!” Jess laughed and leaned towards you, making you edge backwards and laugh nervously. “So who are they?” 

“It’s Noir, right?” Another voice pipped up and you turned to see Pav sitting down next to you. 

Miguel’s face contorted as he watched you react. “Why would you think it’s him?” He asked and Pav smiled innocently. 

“Have you seen how Noir looks at her? And how much the two talk about her art?” Pav points to your sketchbook, opening to a page with both Jess and Noir on it. “And she’s always drawing him.” Your eyes stayed trained on Miguel as his brows creased with frustrations. His sights flashed back up from the page to you, making your body tingle a bit. 

“So I’m right, right?” Pav spoke up again and you just cleared your throat, gathering the papers and pencils you’d played across the table. 

“I-I have work to do, I’ll talk to you guys later.” You mumbled under your breath and ora tu ally ran away. Once you were gone, Pav puffed out his chest. 

“I’m definitely right.” 

Miguel huffed as he stood in front of his screens a bit later, grouchy as ever. He felt a presence behind him and glanced, seeing Jess looming in the doorway. 

“They’re your hickeys, right?” She concluded and he just grunted in confirmation. She walked closer and he stayed hunched over his desk, not moving his eyes from the moving screens. “Is it serious?” His silence was the only answer she got as she let out a pent up breath of understanding. 

You two hadn’t discussed what you were doing, you just enjoyed what was going on. Or that’s what Miguel was doing. 

He had no idea what you were thinking. 

“Does Spider Noir actually have a crush on her?”

“Of course he does, half of the spider people here do. She’s incredible and smart, funny and creative.” Jess went on about your traits and Miguel just found himself getting more and more upset. “But she’s spending her time with you. So don’t fuck it up.” Jess said and turned to leave, then added as she walked. “She might have others wanting her attention soon, so step up to the plate.” And then the motorcyclist was gone, leaving Miguel to his thoughts. 

“She’s right, ya know.” Miguel heard Lyla say and just groaned. He’d talk to you about it soon, he just didn’t want to say  the wrong thing. 

Two days later, Miguel had asked you to train with him a bit. He loved being around you and the two of you began doing mundane everyday activities together. To your surprise, MIguel actually had a sense of humor and smiled a lot when he wasn’t surrounded by people constantly chattering about things he found unimportant. 

So you two decided to go to the gym together. It was something you’d done before, so today was no exception. 

You started before he got there, moving to the weight rack and grabbing a few to start, slowly building up to a heavier pair. He walked in and saw you doing some squats with the weights and his eyes found something he wasn’t prepared to see. 

You had camel toe. And he loved it. 

Seeing the outline of your tight pussy made him bite his tongue to keep from acting out right here in the middle of his gym. The way you squatted and the lips moved slightly, covered by the blue spandex of your gym shorts made him lick his own lips. 

He moved in next to you and made himself a little area near yours, beginning to focus on his own workout routine. 

But he couldn’t. 

Not when every time you walked away, all he thought about was diving into your sweet pussy and tasting your juices mixed with the musky sweat you’d been working up since you’d gotten here. His eyes practically rolled back at the thought of eating you out right here on the bench press, and he tried to subtly adjust his gym shorts. Closing his eyes, he shook his head and stood up. He grabbed your arm and pulled you aside, bending down to whisper. 

“We’re leaving.” He announced and you were stunned, speechless. You’d been there for less than an hour, was he upset? 

You followed him out, not daring to question him, and let him take you home. The car ride was silent as well, and the threads of doubt ran through your mind like a wild cheetah. Had you done something? Was this it? Was this the moment you’d been dreading, when he finally cut things off and told you it was all a mistake? 

Meanwhile, Miguel was trying anything to hide his painful and obvious erection. You were either much more oblivious to how he felt about you than he’d initially thought, or being courteous so as to not make him feel embarrassed about being a grown man with a boner. He stomped into his apartment and stood by his dinner table, as you just shut the door behind him and waited to hear what he had to say. 

He moved to face you and pinched the meat of your hips a bit, then bending down to get on his knees and glancing upward at you. 

“God, I couldn't help it.” He moans and buries his nose into your clothed cunt. “You just look amazing.” His voice was splintered with lust as he begged. “I want to eat you out through these fucking leggings.” He lifted your hips and planted you on the dining table, licking against the middle of your pants. You gasped and leaned back on one hand as he rubbed his nose against your clit and you shook slightly. The middle of your workout pants were now soaked with his saliva, nipping the fabric with his teeth and sucking you through it. 

“Smells amazing, tastes amazing. Could see the outline of my cunt while you were at the gym.” He grunted, rutting slightly against the chair next to him. “Yeah, this is my cunt. Mine to lick and fuck, no one else’s, not even fucking Noir.” He hissed and you began to understand where this had come from. 

“Noir?” You questioned before sucking in a sharp breath while he put your spandex covered thighs on his shoulders. 

“Mmm, that black and white cabrón. He couldn’t handle this pussy, the way you clamp down on me and make it hard to fuck you. He couldn’t make you scream for hours, like how only I can. Solo mia.” Miguel rambled, as he did often hen he was in the process of fucking you somehow. “Just you, Miguel- fuck.” You nodded as your fingers found his hair and tangled into the roots. He let his claws out for a second before moving his talons and ripping down the center of the leggings, letting the cool air blow onto your exposed cunt. “So wet…” He marveled and bit his lip. You whined out and stared down at the shredded fabric in his hands. “I’ll get you new ones, just let me fucking have this pussy.” 

His red eyes looked as if you could swim in them, deadly and focused on you. You clenched around nothing as he continued to watch how your muscles moved, mesmerized by how needy you looked writhing on his table with your most intimate area in his face. His nose nudged against your clit and electric shocks sparked through your spine, making you arch your back in pleasure and a growl rumbled through his chest. 

“He’s too vanilla for you, isn’t that right?” He cooed and dragged a hand up your torso, then back down to your thigh by his head and sinking his claws into the skin, making angry red marks appear. You gasped and nodded with haste. 

“Yes! Yes, yes…” You repeated the word like a prayer as he smirked and languidly lapped at your folds. You felt gross, sweaty from your brief workout and letting him eat you out this way. “Miguel- wait-” You pushed his head a bit, now insecure, and he nipped at the skin in the crease of your inner thigh. “Ah!” 

“Are you trying to push me away, mi corazon? Don’t you want me to tongue-fuck you?” His hands gripped your thighs tighter and slid your squirming body back down towards his face. You mewled and nodded. 

“But- Miguel, I’m sweaty and-” 

“That’s what I want.” He stated, as if it was as plain as day and wrapped his lips around your heat once more, tongue shooting inside of you and exploring around to find where made you scream the loudest. His teeth grazed your clit and there was an inevitable snap in your core, making your eyes only see white for a moment as he groaned, feeling your juices flood his mouth. 

He pulled away and stood up, eyeing your out-of-breath form as your eyes met and he made a show of licking your cum off of his lips, then wiping his chin with the back of his hand. You shivered as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you up to meet his lips, tasting yourself as you kissed him gently. 

“I bet Noir couldn’t make you cum like that with just his mouth.” he smirked and whispered as you sighed happily. 

“Why do you keep bringing him up?” 

“Because you draw him a lot.” 

“No, I draw you a lot. I drew him to help me practice shading.” You clarify and Miguel feels himself get embarrassed as you finally put it all together. “Are you jealous?” 

“Well, I’m not- I don’t think I have the right to be jealous.” He muses, seeing how you’d answer and you hum a bit, smiling again. 

“You’re right. You don’t.” Your words leave him slightly hurt for a moment, until you continue, “unless you had feelings for me, which then it would be totally understandable to be jealous.” You watched how his eyes became amused and intrigued. 

“Oh yeah?” He playfully spoke as he lifted you up into his arms and moved to his couch, leaning you down and dropping you to the cushions. With the midsection of your leggings turned into ribbons, you sat with your core completely on display for him as he stood looking down at your body. “Well, now, if I did have feelings for you, would you reciprocate them?”

“I might, especially seeing how crazy and sexy you get when you’re jealous.” You pull his hands to make him balance on top of you, now caging you onto the couch with his arms by your head. “You think me tearing open your clothes and making sure you know that you’re mine is sexy?” He repeated, eyebrows shooting up in surprise as you laughed and nodded. 

“I think that you wanting me is sexy.”

“That makes sense.” He admitted and you laughed harder, not able to hide your enjoyment. “So. I like you, you like me. What are we going to do about it?” He mused and bent down further to capture your lips, but you moved to flip him onto the ground before he could make it to his destination. Straddling him now and staying close to his face, you bit his bottom lip with your teeth. Letting go, you grinned like a mad woman. 

“I’m going to prove that you’re also mine.”

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[matchpointfaist]

you’re screwed up and brilliant, look like a million dollar man

dads best friend! art x reader

tw for large age gap but reader is 18!!!, smut, questionable morals! :) this is just filthy yall idk

growing up, your dad had told you all about his childhood best friend, art donaldson. he’d told you how they’d met in middle school and become completely inseparable, always together until the day art left for mrta, flying off to florida and leaving him behind. he’d made him out to be some sort of legend, rambling on with stories about how incredible he was at tennis, how funny he was, how no one in his small town was really as interesting as art had been. by the time your dad got your mom pregnant in high school, young and terrified, art was long gone, halfway across the country learning to become one of the greats.

they’d kept in touch through the years, always over text, always too busy to actually see each other. art was, apparently, traipsing all over the world winning tournaments, checking in with your dad weekly for brief phone calls or text exchanges. when your parents divorced, art had utmost sympathy, having recently separated from his wife as well. a few phone calls and an impulsively purchased plane ticket later, art was knocking at your front door, duffel bag in hand. you’d come home from classes that evening, surprised to see another man in your living room, laughing over a glass of scotch with your father. “dad?” you asked, brows furrowed, “who’s this?”

“oh!” art was off the couch in an instant, extending a hand in greeting, clearing his throat, “art donaldson! it’s so great to meet you, your dads told me all about you,” oh god, he was fucking gorgeous. you shook his hand, eyeing him still, trying to ignore the way your cheeks reddened the second your skin made contact with his. “oh, it’s good to meet you as well,” you smiled up at him, “he’s talked about you a ton, too,” he sat back down on the edge of the couch, watching idly as you hugged your dad’s neck, telling him you were going to clean up and then you’d start supper. his gaze followed you all the way out of the living room and up the stairs, mentally cursing at himself all the way along. you were his best friends daughter, for gods sake. it didn’t matter if you were pretty or not, he was sure you were hardly old enough for him to be giving a second glance.

an hour later, you’d returned with your hair up and yoga pants on, busying yourself in the kitchen as the men caught up in the living room. “she’s been such a big help since the divorce,” your dad was saying, prying him from his thoughts, “i mean, she’s only 18 and she’s taken on so many responsibilities, keeping this house together while i’m working. i couldn’t have asked for a better daughter,” god, he had to push the image of your hips swaying as you skipped up the steps out of his mind. “yeah, she seems great,” he nodded, clearing his throat again, “i’m glad you’ve got such a good family, man,”

right after the three of you sat down for dinner- pasta, art’s favorite cheat meal- your dads cell rang, disturbing the quiet conversation. “shit, this is work. i’ll be right back,” he sighed, leaving the room with the phone pressed to his ear. “this is really good,” art said between bites, hoping to ease the tension that he was sure he’d fabricated, “do you cook a lot?” “thanks,” you smiled around the rim of your glass, “yeah, i do. dad doesn’t really know how to do much, so i’ve been in charge of the cooking and tidying up since my mom left,” “i’m sorry about that, by the way,” he offered you a sympathetic frown, “it must be hard,” you shrugged, averting your eyes, “its fine, dad says its for the best anyway,” “divorce is tough,” he nodded, “i know how it is first hand,” your eyes met his across the table at that, an almost curious undertone in your gaze. “i’m sorry,” you finally said, “my dad told me about your wife,” “ex wife,” he corrected quickly, running a hand over his face like it stressed him just to talk about her, “but it’s alright. these things happen,”

your dad returned a few minutes later, looking irritated and stressed. “i need to go into work for a bit, we have an emergency surgery waiting and there’s no one to cover. art, feel free to make yourself at home in the guest room, please. and honey, will you just make sure he’s settled? i’ll be home as soon as i’m finished, but it may take a few hours,” you’d gotten used to this, the last minute leaving. “sure, dad,” you nodded, standing to clear his spot at the table, “be careful, love you,” “love you too,” he gave you a quick side-hug, “art, i’ll see you in the morning, yeah?” “yeah, of course, man,” he nodded, “go save the world,” he joked, trying not to watch you as you leaned over the sink, scrubbing at a plate. your dad was gone moments later, leaving a stagnant silence in the room, save for the sound of scraping dishes and running water. “do you need help?” he asked after a moment, scratching the back of his neck, “i can dry them, if you want,” “no, it’s okay,” you shook your head, glancing at him over your shoulder, “just relax, i’ll come set out some blankets for you when i’m done,”

he hovered by the door, unsure if he should make himself useful or if you truly wanted to be alone. he finally settled on the former, coming just beside you to dry the dishes as you washed them, ignoring your quiet protests. “so what do you study in school?” he asked after a bit of silence, hopeful to start some semblance of a conversation. “english,” you replied, sounding a little pleased, “i’m gonna be a teacher,” “yeah? that’s a great career,” he smiled over at you, “i’m sure you’ll do great at that,”

the small talk continued here and there until you were yawning, rubbing your eyes. “i’m gonna get your room ready and then go to bed,” you said, leading him up the stairs to a little spare room just beside yours, “the bathrooms down the hall, if you need to shower,” “yeah, i feel like i have airport germs all over me,” he laughed, “i’ll be right out,” he must have been tired, because as soon as he stepped out of the water, he realized he forgot his pajamas. he sighed, ran a hand over his face, and tied a towel around his hips. you’d probably be in bed, anyway. he’d just be quick back to his room. when he stepped into the room, though, you were still there, making the bed with such care that he nearly forgot he was half naked in front of you. “oh!” you look up, eyes all wide, and he flushed immediately. “god, i’m so sorry, i forgot my bag-“ he grabbed the duffel from the end of the bed, quickly turning to head back to the bathroom and get fully dressed. he told himself he must’ve imagined you biting your lip, your cheeks tinged pink as you looked him over. you were just surprised, that’s all!

by the time he returned from getting dressed, you were gone, an extra blanket folded on the bed and the smell of your perfume lingering in the air, the door next to his shut tight. he sighed, running a hand over his face and climbing into bed, scrolling through his phone to pass time until sleep came. he was restless, unused to sleeping in a bed that wasn’t his own or some overpriced hotel, the sounds of your house settling keeping him up. he’d finally adjusted to the noises, the creaking of old wood, the wind tapping limbs against the window, when he heard a new, softer sound. quiet moans and whimpers, coming through the wall. he sat up, slightly concerned that you were hurt, or having a nightmare. he quietly got out of bed, pressing against the wall to the source of the noise. that’s when he heard it, a quiet, almost imperceptible, “oh, art,”

blood rushed in his veins, nearly dizzying him with the intensity, and he was straining against his flannel pants in seconds. “right there,” you whimpered, and he nearly fainted. he knew he shouldn’t think any harder on it, knew he should just put in earbuds until he fell asleep, but then his hand was on the doorknob and he was out in the hallway, just a pace away from your bedroom, from you. he waited, contemplated, but your sounds continued, only increasing in frequency, paired with the sounds of rippling sheets. before he could stop himself, he was twisting open the door, stepping into your dimly lit room. you gasped, yanking the blanket up to your chest, face flushed in the glow of your nightstand candle. “art, i-“ “i heard you,” his voice was hoarse, shaky, “you said my name,”

“i’m so sorry,” there were tears welling in your eyes, your voice wobbly, “i shouldn’t have,” “don’t apologize,” he sat just at the edge of your bed, hands trembling, “come here, alright?” you hesitated, pulling the blanket down just enough to reveal your skimpy pink pajamas, crawling towards him. he was a goner, a dead man, if your dad ever found out about this. he knew it in the back of his mind, knew this wrong wrong, he was 16 years older than you for god’s sake. some small part of him didn’t care, was reckless enough to pull you into his lap, “what were you doing, baby? show me,” your face flushed even darker, and you shook your head, eyes shining, “i can’t, we can’t-“

“you wanted it so badly a few minutes ago, what happened? hm?” it was so unlike him to be so forward, so demanding, but you’d taken over his mind, making him flush and greedy with want, “show me how you like to be touched, sweet girl,” your hands trembled as they slowly slipped beneath your shorts, your thighs spread against his own, and he nearly snapped as a soft sigh left your lips, your eyes falling closed. “oh,” it was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard, and he was indescribably desperate to pull more from you, to make you cry for him. you gasped softly, and all his restraint broke, his own hand replacing yours, cool against your feverish skin. “oh, baby,” he nearly groaned, “you’re drippin’, you know that? what did this, huh? what got you so worked up?” you shook your head, whimpering incessantly as his fingers worked you open. “come on, tell me,” he dragged his lips across your jaw, “be a good girl,” “you,” you finally managed, voice cracking, “it was you, art, god,” “atta girl,” he grinned, satisfied, “you’re shakin, baby. you gonna come for me? gonna put on a show?” “art!” it came out half gasp, half moan, your thighs falling closed as you came around his fingers, body shuddering, “oh, oh my god,” he worked you through it, fingers slowing until he pulled out of you, bringing his fingers to your lips, “open up, baby,”

you were so greedy for it, opening your mouth instantly, sucking his fingers in like they belonged there. your tongue swirled around the digits, lapping your wetness off of his skin with a contented hum, the sound going straight to his cock. “greedy thing,” he murmured, pulling his fingers from your mouth only to grab your jaw, pulling you into a messy, hot kiss. you moaned against his lips as he bit at your bottom lip, your hands resting on his shoulders. “you wanna do something for me, pretty?” he asked, trailing his lips down your neck, “wanna make me feel good, hm?” “yes, please,” you sounded so eager, so sweet, it nearly made him rethink this entire thing. maybe he could’ve turned around and left, packed his duffel and apologized to your dad in the morning, if you hadn’t looked so fucking beautiful. maybe if you didn’t feel so good, so natural, in his arms, he could’ve run away, back to his normal life with his normal desires. but you were calling to him like a siren, your eyes wide and shining as you sank to your knees on your carpeted floor, pulling his flannel pants down with you. “oh, god,” he clenched his jaw, watching as your hand wrapped around him, slow and tender, like you were nervous, “there you go, baby, good god,”

if the view, or your the feeling of your hands, was good, then your mouth was fucking heaven. you were hot and wet and everywhere, taking him like you’d practiced, like you needed to impress him. you looked up at him with teary eyes as he fucked into your mouth, down your throat just enough to have you gagging, his hand holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail. “god, best fuckin’ mouth i’ve ever had,” he panted, thighs tight as he held his orgasm back, “takin’ me like a little slut, baby,” he pulled your hair just hard enough to get your attention, grinning at the whine of protest as he slid out of your mouth, leaving a shining trail of spit from your lips to the tip of his cock. “come up here, sweet girl. let me fuck you,”

you laid out on the bed before him like a signet of damnation, a culmination of all his repressed desire, your pajamas long gone, thighs spread and cunt gleaming in the candlelight. “prettiest thing i’ve ever seen,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your thigh, tracing a finger over your clit just light enough to make you shiver, “bet you’re gonna feel so good,” you just made a soft, preening sound, a lazy smile on your lips at the praise. he kissed you, soft and slow, taking his time as he pushed your thighs further apart, making room for himself. he had to choke back a groan at the feeling of you stretched around him, kissing you harder just to busy his mouth, his hips bucking. “oh!” you pulled away to bury your face in his neck, biting at the skin, needy and incessant, “oh, art, you’re so big,” “you’re takin’ it so good,” he choked out, thrusting deeper, one hand coming to cradle the back of your head as he pulled you up to meet his chest, “oh, baby, like you were made for me,” you were a mess, babbling and incoherent with lust, alternating between kissing over his shoulders and biting just enough to have him groaning. “the college boys fuck you like this, huh?” he pulled your hair back, tipping your head up to face him, “tell me, sweet girl,”

“no,” you shook your head, eyes wide, “no, nobody does,” “good girl,” he pulled you back into his neck, holding you tight as he fucked you harder, leaving you breathless with each snap of his hips, “letting me fuck you like a whore,” he was nearing the edge, dangerously close to filling you up, fucking you full. “art, please,” you didn’t even know what you were begging for, nails digging into his back as he fucked you senseless. “go on, come on my cock,” he panted, holding your hips tight enough to leave bruises, “let me feel you, baby,” one hand slipped between your bodies, pressing against your clit just right, and you came with a gasp, clenching around him tight enough to have him filling you up, moaning breathlessly as he fucked you through it.

you shook slightly as he pulled out, whimpering at the emptiness, a soft moan leaving you when he ran his fingers over your clit soothingly, “did so good for me,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “you alright?” “mhm,” you nodded, resting your head on his chest, “just sleepy,” the reality of your situation crossed his mind-him, in your childhood bedroom, in his best friends house- and he laid you back down, covering you with your blanket. “gonna run out and get you a plan b,” he ran a hand over his face with a sigh, “wasn’t thinking,” “i’m on birth control,” you yawned, “it’s okay, art,” his shoulders relaxed slightly and he nodded, tucking the blanket around you, “need to get back to my room before your dad comes home,” “right,” you nodded, eyes shifting, “goodnight, then,” “goodnight, sweet girl,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, clumsily pulling on his pants, unable to locate his shirt, before returning to his room next to yours, laying across the bed with a huff. he was so fucked, wasn’t he? he was an idiot, completely reckless.

the next morning, he woke to the smell of coffee and chatter downstairs. he pulled on day clothes, descending the steps, his eyes landing on you and your dad at the kitchen table. art’s abandoned sleep shirt hung over your frame, paired with shorts, a lazy smile on your lips. “oh, good morning,” you smiled up at him, waving him over, “i made you a cup,” he sat down across from his best friend in the world, and all he could think of was the way you looked when you came undone for him. god, he was screwed.

[bloodykora]

If you’re still doing Buggy headcanons: Sooo I always actually thought big noses on people are INCREDIBLY attractive. Give me men with noses that look just a bit too beaten up, women with noses that are big and wide, give me Roman noses and hawk noses and any unconventionally attractive nose and I am SWOONING.

… I feel the prompt almost writes itself at this point, what would Buggy think of someone who sees his funny looking nose not as a flaw but a mayor charm point and just constantly gives it kisses, traces it affectionately, boops it or comments (in all honesty and absolutely genuinely) how handsome and distinguished it makes him look, how it really suits him etc?

Wanna read about that man bluescreening because he hasn’t even treathened them yet to not make fun of his nose and they are already at the „flattering him to save themself“ stage? What do you MEAN you’re not saying that to safe yourself?!

This fucking anon/ask made me giggle so much, I literally showed it to my friends. I hope I did you and the prompt justice!

Enter the moment in Annie where Ms. Hannigan sees Warbucks’ diamond and goes “Oh my god, is that thing real?!” in shock but also delight. Me at that dude’s honker. (I want to be put on his nose like he has gangrene and I’m a leech who sucks on it to get the blood flow going) Also enter the Doja Cat quote of liking big noses.

- At first, dude is fucking weirded out. People have made comments and jokes about this stupid little red thing on his face and you… you think it’s attractive??? Huh.

- Definitely thinks you’re lying at first (and for the next few months), you’re literally the only person who is able to shut him up.

- Curtain drops, spot light is on, the blue haired clown walks in. Blabbering on about how his entrance should be more enthusiastic, but you got your eyes on your own prize, bright big red nostrils. If he wants an entrance, you’ll give him one by starting to clap loudly, getting so giddy that you start slightly hopping.

- “Oh my goodness, that is just.” Loss for words. “Are you making fun of me?” He approaches you, you hear him but his words don’t really seep into your brain at the moment. “It’s gorgeous, literally the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Your eyes are locked with his eyes and before he can even reply you reach up to brush your fingertip against his nose.

- Wants you dead first, no one has gotten close to touching it in years. And you, a low life nobody insults him like that. You get strung up immediately, your arm stretched so your fingers are out.

- “For that little ploy, I’ll take your fingers first and then your life.” Yes you’re scared but really could you regret it? This was the pirate’s life. “Oh, darn. Well, I’ll at least die happily. My eyes set on the most lovely nose I’ve seen in my years of life.”

- Thinks you’re still making fun of him until a few compliments later it clicks in his head that you mean it, with no hint of sarcasm or mockery. He lets you down, immediately ordering his crew to take care of the others you came with while he returns (runs) to his quarters. He’s a little intrigued by you, willing to die for a graze of his face. He keeps you as well, not that you’re upset by it.

- Crew thinks you’re hilarious, stopping a task to gaze longingly at the captain until either he realizes in which he shoos you back to work or he walks away. You boost his ego a ton though.

- From a distance he can ignore the thoughts he knows you’re thinking but up close, when they’re said in front of the crew, other pirates, hostages. He’s been known to cover your mouth with something so he doesn’t freeze up. When yall get together though, its game over.

- The first time you licked it, he almost saw some form of god. The angel's chorus was in his ears and he couldn’t help but say a little prayer in his head about you.

- Kissing it at least 3 times a day for good luck, rubbing up and down the bridge to soothe him to sleep, nipping at it when you feel playful. Not to mention he now has your voice in his head if he ever insults it going: “That’s not true! It is like one of the top 3 of the things I love about you and if you are mean to it again then I’m gonna cut it off and keep it all day!”

- Laying in his bed just watching him go about the day when you drop a “If my memory was wiped tomorrow I hope I’d get to keep at least the picture of your nose in my head.” before just turning over and going to rest. You hear him physically stop in his tracks and then a thud, he had let go of a boot.

- He doesn’t ever want to ask for praise about his nose on the days where he feels more insecure but you can tell by the way he rubs it on your collarbone and shoulder. You immediately pull out the good old “Have I told you how dashing attractive your nose is today? I seriously would just hop on and ri-” he doesn’t let you finish the sentence, cutting you off with a kiss knowing where it’s going.

- If anyone comments on his nose, you are the first to bite back. Threatening to cut out their tongue and string it up for future people to understand their place. Then squish Buggy while speaking highly of his stunning feature and how lucky they are to see it in the first place.

- You’re kinda crazy but hey, so is Buggy and he loves that you’re insane about him and his nose.

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hi! figured i’d drop a request for you :))! Maybe some general bf hcs for reki and langa? Just in general how they would be as a boyfriend or how they would act in a relationship?

Hi!! Thank you so much for your request, I’ve been excited to do one of these. I hope you enjoy it!

➯ random boyfriend headcannons

➯ characters: Reki Kyan and Langa Hasegawa x gn reader

➯ warnings: none! Just some fluff for these two boys:)

Reki:

-Literally the most enthusiastic person you’ve ever seen. He’d be happy to just sit in silence with you because come on, it’s YOU. There’s no one he’d rather be wasting the hours away with.

-Your biggest hype man, EVER. You post something on Instagram? Get ready for a flood of comments, all from him. You could put your phone down for two minutes after posting, and you’ll come back to 99+ notifications of just reki commenting along the lines of “woah suddenly I’m on one knee” “DAMNNNN” and many, many more.

-Never leave your phone unattended around him. He won’t snoop, but be prepared to come back to your camera roll flooded with just zoomed in pictures of his face, his mouth, his eye, ANYWHERE. Mf is spamming your whole phone with pictures of him for you to come back to.

-He has to always be touching you in some way. Whether it’s holding your hand, your waist, a casual arm around your shoulder, there has to be something. He’ll put his hand on your ass sometimes while you walk in public.

-Honestly doesn’t even think PDA is anything out of the ordinary. Like, you’re his s/o??? Yes you’re in his lap, yes you’re in the middle of the skatepark, so what? You’re his, and he’s happy he can make everyone aware of that.

-I saw a post on here that said he would peel stickers off fruit and stick them to peoples’ foreheads, and I fully stand by this. However, it doesn’t just stop at fruit stickers. Anything remotely sticky, whether it’s tags from clothes, tape from a food box, even random sequins and bits of glitter he finds around, it’s immediately being stuck to some part of your face.

-Loves casual dates. Stopping by food stalls, browsing in clothes and game stores for a few hours, and skating around with you until it’s time to go home is a dream for him. Be prepared for day-long dates, because he will clear his entire schedule just to spend the day with you.

-His family adores you. His mother is always goading him to bring you over more, complaining that she misses her "honorary son/daughter/child". His sisters love you too. Any time you come over there’s immediately three tiny bodies shooting at you, grabbing you by the waist and dragging you over to wherever they’re playing. Reki tries to drag you away, wanting to have you for himself, but you always try and stay for at least five or ten minutes. Secretly, he loves that you get along so well with his siblings, going soft at the thought of how you would act with children of your own.

-He loves playing video games with you. Sitting in his lap, the two of you could spend hours switching from game to game. One minute you could be burning down a village in Minecraft, the next complaining while Reki whoops your ass in Mario Kart. His mom brings you food for your breaks between games, and she’ll even stay for a few minutes to talk to you while Reki shifts underneath you, glowing red from embarassment.

-If you can’t skate, he would beg to teach you. If you accept, he goes all out. He’ll make you your own customised board just for practicing, making sure it’s absolutely perfert for you to learn on. But if you can skate, get ready for endless races and competitions to see who can nail a new trick the quickest.

-Adores when you come to S to support him. He loves looking into the crowd and seeing you there cheering him on before he goes into a beef. If he wins, he’ll race over to where you are in the crowd, picking you up and spinning you around, kissing you without a care in the world. However, if he loses he’s thankful you’re always there to pick him back up and make him feel better afterwards.

-Loves cleaning you up after a big fall, kissing your bruises and cuts better. He’ll carefully wrap each injury with care, telling you how brave you are, no matter how small the cut. Secretly, he loves when you baby him after he falls himself. Seeing you wipe away the blood from a new cut and place a small plaster on it with such tenderness melts his heart in a way only you could.

-Speaking of plasters, this man has one for every occasion. Princesses, pirates, aliens, cats, dogs, sparkles, stripes, you name it, he’s got it.

-The type to sneak you out at two in the morning to get a slushee with him. Honestly, he’s up so late making boards for people he just has no perception of time.

-Spams your phone with TikToks or other funny things that reminds him of you. It could be a very specific thing, or a flower or cloud. If he thinks of you when he sees it(which is fairly often), it gets sent to you.

-Talks with his hands a lot. He’s a very expressive talker, so when he’s telling you a story it feels like you’re right there in the story with him.

-Please just kiss him. His cheeks, his forehead, his hand, his shoulder, his temples, his lips. Anywhere, he’ll melt under you. Mf is touch starved to the max.

-Always knows how to make you laugh. His laugh is infectious, it could get you out of your darkest moods.

-Sleeps with his head on your chest, and one hand in your shirt little perv.

-His social media is like a SHRINE for you. His highlights, his posts, his stories, EVERYWHERE. He’s just so proud to be able to call you his that he wants the whole world to know.

-Kisses in the rain while you run home, skateboards in your hands after the weather forecast failed you once again. He’s just so happy in the moment that he can’t contain himself, so he’s pulling you into him in the pouring rain, kissing you hard while your hair gets drenched.

-You don’t need to steal his clothes, he will literally give them to you because “you just look so cute wearing them”. Occasionally, he’ll take one of your hoodies, and even if it doesn’t exactly fit him, he’ll still keep it near him while he sleeps so he can keep your scent close to him.

Langa:

-This man is so oblivious to obvious hints, but still manages to pick up on the smallest of details? It’s incredible, honestly. He could describe the exact colour of your eyes with the most insane detail, but he still won’t notice when you try and hint that you like him in the first place!

-You two have a bit more of a low-key relationship, but you’ll make your usual appearance in his Instagram posts, or on his Snapchat story with a casual caption like a simple heart, or “my love<3”

-Not very big on PDA, not because he doesn’t like it, but because he doesn’t think of it. However, when he does feel like he’s being too physically distant, he’ll link pinkies with you as you walk along, or rest his head on your shoulder while you watch a video on your phone.

-His mom adores you, which is why Langa despises bringing you to his house. You always seem to leave with seven of his baby photos from his time snowboarding in Canada, a new recipe from his mother that you complimented, another one of his hoodies, and more miscellaneous stuff that you don’t even know how it ended up in your bag. He has a little shelf in your room specifically for this random stuff, and he always adds to the collection when he comes to your house. He’ll leave a keyring, a small toy, a Polaroid, anything honestly.

-Loves dates that you can experience. The movies, aquariums, museums and the zoo are common dates for the two of you to go on, but other than that, he adores going skateboarding with you. He’s been improving, and he loves when you notice little things he’s been picking up on, whether it be a new trick or simply how he balances himself on the board.

-Adores old Disney movies. Yall will binge a ton of them in one day, having full-blown musicals in Langa’s living room. When any of the romantic songs come on, like “So this is Love” from Cinderella, Langa will stand up and offer his hand to you, as the two of you waltz around his sitting room, humming the tune of the song.

-Study dates are frequent with the two of you. If you happen to stay up late studying and fall asleep on each other, his mother will cover the two of you with a blanket, tidying some of your books and leaving with a smile, happy with the knowledge you were making her son the happiest he’s been in quite a while.

-Slow dancing in the kitchen while you cook is a regular. When a particularly sappy love song comes on while he stirs the pot, he’ll turn around and hold you close to him, twirling you around the kitchen.

-Reki constantly jokes that he is a third wheel, poking fun at the two of you, Cherry and Joe, and Shadow and “his little girlfriend back at the flower shop”. He’ll hang out of Miya, whining about them having to stick together since they’re the only two “lone wolves”. He’ll usually get a well-earned thump into the back of the head from Miya, but it’s still funny to watch the whole thing go down.

-Tends to be shy when giving you clothes, so instead of asking you to wear them he’ll leave them out in places he knows you’ll find them, or he’ll come up behind you and plop it in your lap, murmuring about how cute it would look on you.

-Please do this man’s makeup. He will sit so still for you, waiting patiently while you dab eyeshadow at his eyes, trying not to blink so you don’t mess up his mascara. He’ll sit there mesmerised for a few minutes, taking in how he looks, and simply whisper “you do this every day?”

-Evem though he’s not a very openly affectionate person, he is stuck to your hip behind closed doors. He’ll lie in your lap for hours, staring up at you while you mess with his hair, pulling it into little plaits and pigtails.

-I can’t even describe how the two of you sleep. It’s simply a mass of limbs, and no one knows exactly what belongs to who. Somehow one of yall will end up upside down, and-why is Langa on the floor??

-He could talk about his time in Canada for hours, and you’d just lie on his chest and listen to him. Every once in a while he’ll look down at you to see if you’re still listening, and his heart will melt a little every time he sees you staring back up at him, eyes wide with interest.

-This man NEVER gets jealous. You’d literally have to cling to another man for it to click in his brain that Oh. He doesn’t like that.

-He’s not big on texting, but if you call him he will stay on that call with you for hours, even after the two of you fall asleep.

-Whenever he falls(which is quite often), you’ll always have plasters on hand to help fix him up. He always flushes bright red when you kiss his cuts better, and never knows just what to do with himself afterwards.

-When he skates against tough opponents, you’ll always give him a kiss for good luck. Of course, this doesn’t stop you worrying, but you know Langa wouldn’t go out of his way to get injured. And if he does, well, at least he’ll have you there to kiss his bruises better.

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taste you on my tongue

Pairing: The Mandalorian (Din Djarin) x Reader

Words: 9441 (I can’t fucking write anything shorter I’m sorry)

Warnings: Angst and Smut. Helmet is on and then it’s off. Oral (male receiving). Soft then rough sex. Breeding kink. Touch kink. Hand kink? Dirty/Sweet Talk. Mando feels primal when he sees you wearing his shirt and flirting with someone that isn’t him.

Summary: The Revenant was a fairly spacious gunship compared to others and you prided yourself in keeping it running for this long, especially after you were told it would soon lose its “life force.” But when a certain Mandalorian and his foundling join your ship following a disastrous mission, you find that the Revenant isn’t as big as you initially thought. In fact, it is much less private than you wish to admit and you find yourself escaping to a cantina one night to avoid the bounty hunter who isn’t aware of the effect he has on you. The problem is, the Mandalorian doesn’t like to share anything with anyone, and that rule applies to you. Unfortunately (or perhaps luckily) for you, you learn about this rule the hard way.

A/N: I hope yall like these because I’m currently spiraling down a Din Djarin hole and I’m not remotely apologetic. Let me know how it is in the comments and how I can make the smut better or the characterization better. Please, I can’t improve unless yall tell me what I’m doing wrong. Also, I promise to write more smut than angst next time. Enjoy :) And @purple-mango​ sorry it wasn’t as rough as you probably hoped, I was feeling soft Din but mark my words, the next one will be rough.

The obnoxious laughter coming from one of the corners of the cantina made you shake your head as the tavern-keeper approached you and motioned towards your glass. He smiled when you enthusiastically nodded and held out the finished drink, silently asking him to pour some more of the Tevraki whiskey because there was nothing you wanted more than to forget the past few months.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. There was something, or rather someone, that you wanted more than your need to set aside what’s been going on since that shitshow of a showdown on Tatooine. Coincidentally, or perhaps ironically, that someone had to do with what happened on the desert planet. You smiled at the man in front of you who knew better than to argue about how many drinks you’ve downed thus far. 

As the thoughts slithered back to the source of your frustration, you couldn’t help but let your eyes take in your surroundings, shamelessly hoping to find someone who could fill that deep-seated need seeping through your chest and into your heart. No one would compare to him of course, and you knew that very well. But you couldn’t stand another hour on that ship without scratching that itch that’s been bothering you ever since he joined your ship with that annoyingly cute green goblin. You took a sip and returned your attention to the man wiping down the counter in front of you, already thinking of just skipping all the pleasantries and going back to his place.

“If you point him out to me, I can pay him a visit later and roughen him up a bit.” He leaned over and pointed behind you, pouring himself a shot of some weird blue drink before moving in closer to you again.

“Sorry?” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, not understanding what he was referring to or if you had even begun a conversation with him.

“The sleemo that rejected you sweetheart. Why else would you be drowning in my best stuff?” He winked at you and you barely managed to not visibly gag at the ways his eyes raked over your form. Did he think this was the way to flirt?

“Maybe I just love drinking liquid fire, sweetheart. Have you thought of that?” You hoped you weren’t being too sarcastic with him because if there was the slightest chance of getting laid tonight, then you were going to do everything in your power to take it and run considering how there was no chance of you asking your now-permanent “roommate” for those kinds of services. 

“Maybe. Either way, I’d love to help you forget about that sucker.” You took a deep breath and willed yourself to not punch him in the eye because the thought of being able to forget about the beskar-clad bounty hunter, even for a few hours only, sounded incredibly pleasant.

“Oh aren’t you sweet? So selfless and confident too.” You forced a smile before downing the rest of the whiskey and tapping on the glass again. If you were going to get fucked by someone like him, you needed at least three more drinks or else you wouldn’t be able to imagine the Mandalorian in his place. You chuckled at the depressing thought because here you were trying to forget about the man himself and yet went out of your way to make sure you were sort of able to pretend he was the one showing you the stars. 

“Believe me darling, my intentions are strictly...honorable.” He poured you another drink and took a shot with you, his eyes widening in shock when you didn’t bother to wait another second before downing the whole glass in one go. 

“Damn baby, he hurt you that bad?” You raised an eyebrow at his inquiry and didn’t know why the question bothered you so much. As much as you hated to admit it, the answer was a hard yes. 

“Hah, hurt doesn’t even begin to cover it. And you know what the worst part is? He doesn’t even know he’s doing it.” You didn’t bother to ask him for another drink, jumping on top of the counter before leaning down and grabbing the whiskey bottle from the shelf right in front of his knees. 

“You mean he’s still here?” He didn’t question your behavior, letting you take a long sip from the bottle before smiling down at your dazed expression. 

“Here. There. Everywhere. He’s fucking everywhere all the damn time. I...he’s- maker...I can’t get him out of my kriffing mind. And the funny thing is, he probably doesn’t waste a second of thought on me. I’m just...someone with a fucking ride that can get him from one planet to the next.” You traced random patterns on the cold tile of the counter and didn’t realize that someone had occupied the seat just opposite of you and trying his hardest to ignore the way the patrons across the room continued to stare at you like you were a piece of meat. 

“Darling, he isn’t worth your time. You need someone that...appreciates you. Tells you how good you’ve been.” You knew the man in front of you was just saying those lovely things to get in your pants but you couldn’t help the next few words from stopping even if you tried.

“Yes...gods, yes. Yes I do. But I wanted him to appreciate me. I wanted him to tell me how good I’ve been. I can’t blame him for not bothering to thank me though because it’s hard for him to hold a conversation longer than five minutes. I get that, he’s not used to it, he hasn’t needed to for so long. But it wouldn't hurt to acknowledge me every once in a while you know. I mean, do you know anyone else who’d willingly put their entire life on hold just to help some random introvert and his child find their way through this kriffing shithole of a system?” You knew you shouldn’t be saying any of those things out loud, let alone to a complete stranger. But he struck a nerve and you couldn’t take not another minute of not telling anyone how you truly felt. You needed to get some things off your chest and you sure as hell weren’t about to complain to the man waiting for you back on the ship.  

“And- and do you know anyone that would readily give up their most valuable position in this world to a stranger they just met? I don’t.” You violently shook your head at him and felt your eyes fill with tears when you saw the way the man was looking at you. His eyes shot down to the bottle in your hand and you unceremoniously raised it to your lips before taking a long swig of the burning liquid, hoping by some miracle that this was enough to make you forget all about his stupid strut and his annoyingly low and gruff voice and the way he was so effortlessly kind to the kid.

“That ship. It’s- oh gah, it’s been with me through the worst fucking jobs. I fought for it, almost sold my kriffing bo-...almost sold something priceless to ensure it isn’t taken from me again. And it only takes some damn beskar-wearing, quiet, fucking who-knows-what-species nerfherder to save me once for me to voluntarily hand it over to him. Like it wasn’t a piece of me...like it wasn’t my home.” You were over sharing at this point and you noticed the way the man was beginning to lose interest in you  so you made sure to grab his shirt and pull him closer to you before grabbing his forearm and digging your nails into it to keep his attention.

“Have you heard of the Revenant? You must have heard of the Revenant. There is no way you haven’t-”

“Yes, yes. I’ve heard of it.” He was exasperated but continued to attend to you, shamelessly letting his eyes follow a drop of whiskey roll down your shirt in between the valley of your breasts. You fixed your posture, pushing your tits together and giving him an eyeful of skin before ranting to him again.

“That’s my baby. My pride and joy. I always made sure everyone at the dock knew who it belonged to. Know why?” You grabbed his hand and pulled on it to make sure he was listening to you, laughing when he tiredly leaned down and forced himself to look away from your sweaty chest to your eyes. 

“Enlighten me sweetheart.”

“Because it’s one of the biggest gunships out there. So much space that I don’t actually use. It’s a fucking beauty...but you know what? It’s all a lie. A sad, unfortunate lie. Because it took me spending the better half of the year with that kid and his tincan of a guardian to realize just how small it is. It’s like he put his mark on every corner of my home on purpose...just to drive me insane. Every time I sit somewhere where I’m sure he wouldn’t bother to come to, I’d still smell that- that...that fucking scent of his that I can’t, for the life of me, figure out what it is.” You had thankfully placed the whiskey bottle away from you and didn’t try to fight the tavern-keeper when he took it and put it back on the shelf, instantly returning to you to make sure you weren’t about to break anything.

“I even gave him my room. My room! Because ‘no one can see my face’ so he needs some privacy away from me but then there’s the whole ‘the child stays with me all the time’ and that womp rat can sleep in the little cot in my room with him while also giving him some privacy. Which leaves me, you guessed it, in the shitty lower deck where there is no door, not even a curtain, to give me some semblance of solitude.” You didn’t realize how harshly you were breathing until you stopped speaking and noticed the way the stranger continued to look at you. 

“It has been a literal hell not being able to get myself off because he can walk in on me at any given moment. Picture that, not getting off for almost a year while being forced to remain in the same vicinity as him.” You didn’t care when you saw the man almost choke on his drink at your bold admission and looked around to make sure no one heard you. “Ughh, you’ve been such a good boy listening to me whining all night long and I think you deserve a treat.” You knew you had him as soon as he shivered at the way your fingers moved beneath his shirt and scratched his neck. “You look like the kind of guy that could fuck me within an inch of my life. Right?”

“Ah huh. Y-yeah.” He licked his lips before setting down the towel in his hands and inching closer towards you. And you silently swore at how absolutely pathetic he was because not a minute ago, he was trying to find a way out of this conversation and here he was thinking with his probably-disappointing dick. 

“Good. And I promise to make it worth your while if you manage to make me forget his name.” You leaned across the counter and were about to kiss him when you saw something move across your peripheral vision, something that looked oddly familiar to your completely hazed mind. 

“And what’s his name, baby? So I make sure you can’t rememb-” Before he could finish whatever he was about to say, you felt a large hand wrap around your upper arm and pull you back from the bartender and off of the stool. You almost tripped as you struggled to stand and huffed in anger before raising your voice to the distinguished individual who thought this was the time to fuck with you. 

“Hey what are y-” You were about to take a swing at whoever it was currently bruising your arm when you followed the glint of the familiar metal and were met with your reflection staring right back at you. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you blinked in confusion a few times at the visor currently tilted in an almost judgemental manner at you before attempting to wipe your hair with your other hand.

The Mandalorian slowly changed his focus to the man behind the bar and threw a few credits at him, hands immediately lowering to the blaster in his side holster when he saw where the tavern-keeper’s eyes moved towards. The stranger could only hold up his hand in defeat before walking towards the other side of the bar to lick his invisible wounds. The Mandalorian’s helmet turned to the rest of the cantina, daring anyone to approach the two of you before you left. The last thing he wanted was for anyone to follow the two of you as you returned to the Revenant. He could feel his patience withering away with every passing moment you decided to share what’s on your mind with the rest of the universe but him. 

“Let me go.” You whispered to him, eyes maintained to the ground and cringing when you felt his hold on your arm tighten at the request. Before you could ask him again, Mando was turning around and walking out of the busy cantina, pulling you along with him aggressively and not leaving any room for negotiation. You winced as he pulled you like a child through the streets, avoiding the concerned and intrigued looks you were receiving. He was much taller than you and you laughed when you realized it must have been a sight to see some random woman getting dragged along by an angry bounty hunter. Mando couldn’t help but turn towards you when he heard your giggles break the silence, his annoyance spiking because there was absolutely nothing humorous about this situation. 

You noticed the way he was staring at you and decided to quiet down, swallowing the lump in your throat as the cold air hit your sweaty skin and made you shiver. 

As you moved closer to the ship, you realized there was a chance he heard what you had to say about him and your ship. Hurt and anxiety rose up your throat and before you could attempt and control the all too familiar feeling, you were tripping over your feet and falling to the ground, instantly vomiting everything you’d managed to eat and drink in the last couple of hours. 

The Mandalorian hoped his obviously misplaced outrage wasn’t what led you to such a violent reaction, and he kneeled down immediately to hold your hair away from your face. When he saw tears falling down your cheeks and how hard you were breathing beneath him, something snapped in his chest and he knew he was definitely the reason behind this severe response. 

“Don’t- oh gah….kriffing look at me.” You spat in between words and turned away from him, holding onto your stomach and to the grass beneath you as you continued to empty your stomach in the middle of the forest. At least you weren’t in the city anymore. 

“We’re close to the ship,” he didn’t know what else to say and chose to state the obvious instead, afraid of using a harsher tone with you. Actually, he did know what to say, he just didn’t trust himself to speak the words out loud yet.

“Wopty fucking doo for-” once again, you opened your mouth and dry heaved until you were sure there wasn’t a single drop of whiskey in your system, “you and your stupid kriffing-” 

“Please Ad'ika, let me-” You visibly shook at the familiar endearment you’ve heard him whisper to the child so often when he thought you weren’t around. It hurt to know he was throwing it around as if he wasn’t twisting the knife inside your heart with every breath he took near you. 

“Let m-me go, p-please.” Mando’s sudden intake of breath was as loud as the silence engulfing the two of you and you swallowed your pride before looking into his visor, well aware of how awful you must have looked without the reflection staring back at you. He, on the other hand, grasped in that moment just how deep your words in the cantina were and instead of listening to you and allowing you a moment alone, he took a deep breath before softly pushing back your hair and wrapping one arm around your waist. You didn’t have any time to question him as the other went beneath your thighs and before you knew it, you were holding onto his cowl for dear life as he quietly walked up the ramp of the Revenant with you in his arms. 

Mando pushed in the code to shut the hatch before making his way through the quiet halls of the ship, reaching hi- your room and going straight to the bed he has occupied in the last few months. As he put you down, he took notice of your body language and knew instantly how self-conscious you must have felt laying on the bed he’s been using since he joined you. The same bed which you sort of commented about not an hour ago. He watched as you forced a smile as soon as you saw the familiar green little womp rat peeking its head right before descending from the safety of his crib and wobbling towards you. 

You tried to leave the bed but Mando was ahead of you, gently pushing your shoulder until you realized there was no room for arguing with him. Leaning down, he took the kid and put him back in the crib before telling him he couldn’t cuddle with you tonight. 

You kept your hands clasped together and refused to look at him, eyes taking in the room no longer familiar to you. He’d moved things around, even put things away that he didn’t need. Your gaze shifted towards him unintentionally as you saw him approach you with a cup of water and wet towel. Pushing the covers towards you, he sat near your thighs as he handed you the water and began to softly wipe at your cheeks and forehead. 

You shut your eyes out of fear of giving more away just by staring at his visor and Mando thanked the stars you had because he wasn’t sure he could truly look at you if they were still open. It was a ridiculous thought because he was wearing a mask and you’d never know how much he loved committing all those little muscle twitches to memory. But it felt strangely intimate to return your gaze and he didn’t want to make you any more uncomfortable tonight. 

You sighed heavily at his touch and felt pathetic at how starved you were for anything that had to do with him. The man was wearing gloves and wasn’t technically trailing his fingers over your skin but it still felt difficult to contain yourself.

When he was done, he stood up and moved to the refresher, giving you a few moments alone before he imposed on you again. You gulped down the water and placed the cup on the floor near you, looking out of the large window to your right and noticing the dark blue skies moving slowly above you. It took you a few minutes to recognize that what you were feeling was no longer hurt but confusion. He’s acted so differently tonight and you hated to think it was because he was pitying you. It didn’t matter anymore whether he’d heard what you said about him or not. He would have found out sooner or later, and if you were being honest, you felt like he probably had some inclination for a while before but chose to not bring any attention to the topic to save you from embarrassment and rejection.

“Get some rest.” You turned towards him again, not realizing he’d come back into the room and was standing right beside you. Mando tried his hardest not to give away any of his thoughts but you knew what he was thinking as soon as you saw his helmet tilt down just below your neck. 

When you followed his line of sight, you felt ill again but for a completely different reason. Of course this would get worse. You weren’t planning on seeing him tonight and you told yourself you’d have plenty of time to change out of his shirt but it seemed that the universe was not making this any easier on you. Mando couldn’t stop staring at the shirt wrapped so loosely around your smooth skin and how large it looked on you. If he was a decent man, he would have turned away when he saw you shifting uncomfortably under his gaze but he couldn’t help taking in the way your body seemed to react to his presence and before he could think about it, he was stepping closer to the bed and reaching out to touch the material of his shirt falling down your shoulder.

“I- I’m sorry about your s-” The words died in your throat when you felt his gloved fingers trailing down your exposed clavicle and you were torn between asking him what he was doing and letting him carry on without interrupting his curiosity. Mando barely held himself back from pushing you down into the covers and taking what he now knew was his but he noticed the sudden goosebumps erupt on your skin and finally managed to meet your eyes through the visor. The way you were returning his gaze was perhaps too much for him and he flinched away from you, clearing his throat and willing himself to think of anything else but the way you were practically begging him to take you. You parted your lips to say something but couldn’t find your voice, afraid you’d push him more than he could take and drive him away all together. 

“It’s fine. It’s...I don’t mi- forget about it. You need to rest.” He spoke softly before walking towards the cot nearby and pushing the crib out of the door. 

“Wh-where will you sleep?” You sat up and knew he noticed how much you were holding onto every single interaction with him.

“Good night,” he didn’t bother to respond to the question, turning off the lights and shutting the door behind him before making his way to the cockpit. You sat in silence for a few moments before slithering under the covers, sighing in annoyance when you noticed just how much this entire room smelled like him. Pushing your face into the pillow, you took a deep breath and felt shaken to the core when you were hit with Mando’s distinctive scent: sweat, beskar, and that damn featherfern wash he somehow found every time you flew by Nevarro. 

As you looked out the metal blinds, you tried to brace yourself for the conversation you were most definitely going to have with the Mandalorian the next day. You knew for a fact that whatever decision he’d take will ultimately hurt you because there were really only two options available, one of which involved him and the child leaving and the other would lead to them staying but making things awkward since there was not a single chance he would reciprocate your feelings. 

And the worst part was, you weren’t sure which was more painful.

The Mandalorian sat quietly in the cockpit for a while, making sure you were asleep so as to not wake you up as he moved through the Revenant. Seeing that the kid was fast asleep, he found himself leaving the small space and navigating to the lower deck. He passed by your room and noticed the lights were off, sighing in relief at knowing that you were finally resting comfortably. Arriving at the lower deck, he stood at the entrance of the large room and felt his chest tighten once he took in the state of the space. Turning on the lights, he immediately noticed your makeshift cot in the far right corner, unable to stop himself from moving towards it to inspect it. He shook his head in anger but this time it was aimed at himself and not you or the random tavern keeper who couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. 

How did he not know of this arrangement? And why did he not ask about your sleeping situation the day he joined your ship? Was he truly that unconcerned with anyone else but the kid or was it because he was reluctant to listen to Peli when she recommended you?

He’d only been in the lower deck for a few moments yet he felt his skin crawl with goosebumps. It was awfully cool down here and it took him another ten seconds to acknowledge that you’ve been living and sleeping here for this long without complaining once to him. 

Everything you said about him earlier tonight crashed into him like a wave of guilt and he couldn’t stay in the room any longer, making his way back to the upper deck to try and figure out what he would say to you come tomorrow. As he slowly moved through the dark hallways of the Revenant, he heard a faint voice coming from the upper deck, muscles tensing instantly when he walked past your room and noticed you weren’t on the bed.

Not wanting to disturb you, he waited right outside the cockpit and listened to you humming to the child. He must have woken up and found his way back to you. As he crossed his arms and stood behind the door, he couldn’t help but notice how soft your voice was as you continued to sing a lullaby to the little womp rat. 

How could he have not noticed…

“There you go, you little green goblin. If only I could sleep as quickly as you.” You whispered to him before tucking him into the crib while continuing to rub his abnormally large ears. “Your dad is really funny...thinking I’d be able to sleep in that room with his scent all over it.” 

Maker, how were you so forthright with everyone but him? It hurt to know that he wasn’t someone you could whisper your little secrets to. Then again, it made sense since all of your secrets seemed to involve him.

“I pray he doesn’t tell me he has to leave now that he knows I...ughh, for both of our sakes little one.” Mando noticed the way you seemed incapable of finishing your sentences whenever you spoke about him and a deep part of him wished you would, if only to hear the adoration in your words. Rarely anyone spoke of him so softly and he had a feeling he’d only ever accept such words from you. It was quiet for a few minutes before he heard you whisper to the kid again. 

“It just hurts to know that he’ll never see me as...as a-” He wasn’t sure if it was the heartbreaking tone of your voice or if it was the way you were reluctant to say your heart’s desire out loud but Mando couldn’t stand another second of you thinking you weren’t important to him.

“As a what?” His voice came out harsher through the vocoder and he winced at himself when he vaguely heard you jumping from the chair. A soft hiss came from the cockpit and he took a deep breath when he realized you’d just shut the crib and moved to leave the room. As you stepped out, Mando forced his eyes to remain on your face, refusing to look at your exposed legs or the way his shirt seemed to end right beneath your upper thighs.

Softly shutting the door, you walked to the opposite side of the room and knew the Mandalorian must have noticed your need to put as much space between the two of you as possible. 

“We need to stop running into each other like this,” you laughed awkwardly and anxiously ringed your fingers, glancing at his visor before turning away and looking everywhere else but him. Okay, so humor wasn’t going to get you out of this situation. 

“How’s your head?” You could feel how on edge he was and decided to answer with short and straightforward responses just to avoid any more awkwardness. 

“M-much clearer.” You stood in silence until you heard the Mandalorian pushing off of the opposite wall and heading towards you. You didn’t have anywhere to go, eyes snapping to the door right behind him and knowing there was no way you could try to walk around him.

He stopped a couple of feet away from you and you ceased to breathe when you noticed how awfully close he was to you. 

“Answer my question.” His voice was dangerously low and you found it difficult to try and think of anything to say when he was giving you no room to breathe. 

“I- I did?” Your voice was far from confident and you watched as he gently took off both of his gloves before shoving them into his pockets. Even though he willingly removed them in front of you, you didn’t allow yourself to look at his skin, afraid you’d somehow offend him and his Creed. But then you saw his hand move towards your face, and gasped when you felt his fingers tilting your chin so you were looking into his visor. There was not an inclination of an emotion available to you but you forced yourself to keep your eyes open nonetheless. 

“How do you want me to see you Mesh'la?” Mando whispered down to you and you swore his voice was hoarse as he spoke to you but you didn’t allow this moment to get to your head. It would hurt more than anything if…

“It d-doesn’t matter.” You blinked away the tears, wanting to wipe your face before anymore were shed but not finding it in yourself to move away from him. But then you felt his thumb softly rubbing at your wet skin, making you almost lose your composure as soon as he stepped closer in your space until your back hit the wall. 

“I’m sorry Cyar'ika,” his chest was inches from your face, cornering you beneath his other arm before leaning down and resting his forehead against yours. You couldn’t breath, not when he was suddenly filling all of your senses as if it was the most natural thing to do. He felt your tears roll around his thumb and couldn’t bear the thought of you crying because of him.

“I’m sorry for making you think you don’t matter...you do, not just to the kid but- but to me as well.” Your knees gave out on you as soon as you heard Mando’s confession, barely managing to grab onto his forearms right before buckling against him. The Mandalorian wasn’t sure if that was the kind of reaction he was looking for but he immediately wrapped his arms around your back and legs before pulling you against his chest. You nuzzled into his chest and kept a tight hold on him as he walked through the dimly lit hallways back to your room. He could feel goosebumps take over the skin of your thighs where he was touching you and tried to distract himself from pushing you down into the middle of the Revenant and taking you right then and there. You deserved more than that. 

As he reached the room and laid you on the bed, he felt your fingers clasp onto him harder and when his eyes trailed over your face, he knew you were silently begging him not to leave. 

“I’m not going anywhere Ad'ika.” His reassuring tone tugged at your heart and you swallowed the lump in your throat as you watched him walk to the door and shut it behind him before moving to the refresher. You heard him shuffle around and allowed your mind to calm down, knowing very well that Mando wasn’t unkind and wouldn’t lead you on just to leave you. But then he walked out without his beskar armor and you swore you died and joined the stars. His helmet looked odd without his normal clothing and you knew he could probably see you shamelessly ogling him from across the room. 

He walked to you and stood to the side, and you realized he was probably nervous. You pushed yourself against the wall and threw back the covers, hoping he’d understand what you wanted of him.

“Can I-”

“Please.” You cut him off before he could finish his question and he took a deep breath before laying on the bed and moving as close to you as possible. Before he could throw the covers over the two of you, you were already laying your head on his chest and wrapping an arm around him, fingers fisting into the soft material of his shirt unintentionally as you felt him relax beneath you.

You weren’t sure how long it’s been but you felt his heart rate finally come back to normal. Hoping you weren’t being too forward with him, you took his hand into yours and brought it to your lips, softly kissing his knuckles before turning his palm over to lay a kiss on his wrist. Mando was losing every ounce of control left in his body and his arm tightened around your back as soon as he felt the tip of your tongue against his hand. 

“Pfassk,” you flinched at the rough expletive and raised your head to look at him, finding his visor already tilted down towards you. “I- I’m sorry I’ll stop if-”

“No..n-no, don’t stop. It just- you took me by surprise.” His chest was rising and falling more rapidly and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was as affected by this new level of ‘intimacy’ as you were, if not more.

You felt bold at his request, kicking the covers away before sitting up and moving to straddle his thighs. Mando was breathing harshly and mirrored your actions, sitting up against the cool metal of the wall before laying his hands on top of your exposed thighs. He let himself take in the way your skin flushed under his touch and smiled to himself when he continued to inch his smooth hands over your upper thighs until his shirt rid up your legs and revealed the pastel color of your undergarment. 

“Cyar'ika…” He sighed when he finally forced himself to meet your eyes and found them dilated until there was barely any color left in them. You wanted to ask him what that word meant but chose to file it for later. Placing your hands on top of his, you smiled down at him before pulling them towards your lips and kissing his palms. Almost instantly, you felt him twitch against you, unable to control himself from bucking his hips against your heated core. You let go of his hands and laid your own on his chest, throwing your head back when you felt his tight grip on your thighs. You could tell he wanted to apologize but gave him no chance to do so, sliding against him until you were sure he was painfully hard beneath you.

“Maker...I- I could almost taste you on my tongue Mando. When you- you left me in here all by myself. I couldn’t sleep, n-not when I could smell you on these covers, not when I could feel you on my skin. I..gods, wanted to kiss you then, and- and I wanted to taste your- you...Please, c-can I? P-please-” You dug your nails into his chest and heard him throw his head back against the wall with every confession you moaned to him. He was never this unhinged and you wished to see him come absolutely undone at your touch.

“A-are you sure?” It pained him to ask but he needed to be sure that you wouldn’t regret this. Regret him. 

“Mando, have you not listened to anything I’ve said tonight?” As much as you hated to remind him of the earlier and rather embarrassing events, you wanted him to know just how much he meant to you. You knew he was reluctant to let this relationship move forward and you couldn’t really blame him. This was all new to him. But you also didn’t want to stall, not when the two of you have become so aware of the other’s feelings.

You continued to rub yourself on him, shaking with anticipation when you heard him moan through the vocoder as you pressed yourself more confidently down on him. 

“Mesh'la I-” Without warning, you took one of his hands and pushed it to your lips, slowly taking two of his fingers into your mouth and swirling your tongue around them until his moans grew louder. And when he pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth, you gripped his wrist tightly and groaned, making sure he could feel how much you wanted him. 

“Y-you’re killing me sweet girl.” He wanted to loosen his hold on you, to take things slow, to not let himself get carried away with you, but he didn’t find it in himself to be gentle because he could feel how wet and needy you were above him and there was no way he was going to waste another second not being close to you.

“Please Mando, I want you, n-need to have you. I can make you feel so good. Please, can I?” You reached down and cupped him through his pants, finding him as hard as the beskar of his armor. He thrust up into your hand and swore violently before taking his hand away from your mouth and fisting it into your hair. You smiled when you felt him push you off of him, whispering something in Mando’a when he saw you pulling his pants down his thighs and throwing them behind you. 

You bit your lower lip before moving off of the bed and pushing his legs along with you as well. Mando sat up and forced his hands to remain by his side, afraid his enthusiasm would make him get too rough with you and scare you away. When you laid your hands on his knees and pushed them wide open so you could get comfortable between his legs, Mando’s hands tightened around the covers and he hissed when he saw the way you were eyeing his cock. You were staring at him like he was a piece of meat and he wasn’t sure if he loved it or was embarrassed by it. 

“Maker,” you whispered before dragging your nails up and down his thighs, watching as his cock twitched against his stomach every time you got a little aggressive with your touches. Looking up into his visor, you slowly leaned down and took the tip of his cock in your mouth, humming around him as you tasted precum leaking into your taste buds. That seemed to do it for him because one of his hands shot to the back of your head and fisted into your hair while the other moved down until it landed on your hand. He intertwined his fingers with yours and watched as you pulled back and licked the underside of his dick before spitting into your hand and wrapping it around him.

“M-mando, the taste of you,” you took as much of him in your mouth as possible while maintaining eye contact with his helmet, squeezing the base of his cock before reaching down and cupping his balls. Mando swore, involuntarily thrusting into your mouth and watching in awe as he saw a dangerous glint in your eyes right before you clasped his hand harder and somehow managed to take him in deeper. It was such a sight, holding affectionately onto your hand as you brought him to pleasure. Letting go of him with a pop, you laid wet kisses down the length of his cock, licking the protruding veins and smiling when you felt his hold tighten on your hair. “Is absolutely addicting.” 

You could tell the exact second he lost all semblance of control because one minute you were kneeling at his feet, and the next thing you knew, Mando was pulling you up by your hair and throwing you beneath him on the bed. You wiped your lips with the back of your hand, watching his muscles flex as he removed his shirt expertly over his helmet. The soft starlight coming through the metal blinds of the window shone onto his skin and you trailed your gaze down his chest, finding the golden brown tone of his scarred body absolutely breathtaking. 

“Mando, you’re beautiful.” You saw his hands begin to shake at your compliment, and you knew you’d take every chance you get from now on to tell him how much you adored him. You could hear him breathing through the mask and licked your lips when he looked down and saw the way you were playing with the hem of his shirt. Slowly, you began to pull on the soft material, about to take it off when he held onto your wrists. Your smile faltered for a second and hoped you didn’t somehow misunderstand his intentions.

The last thing Mando wished to see was your body giving away to shyness before him. Pushing your thighs open, he didn’t give you a chance to say anything else as he slid his fingers below the thin undergarment, violently ripping it off of you and discarding it onto the floor. You gasped when you felt him hard and heavy against your slit, taking both of his hands and pulling him towards you until he was only a hairbreadth away. He watched closely as you placed one hand around your throat while the other descended to your breast. You could tell Mando was reluctant to move so much an inch and when you pushed yourself against him, eyes daring him to do as he wishes, he found himself completely overtaken with the thought of you belonging to him and him only. You smiled when you felt the grip on your throat tighten, shutting your eyes and arching your back against him as the other cupped and pinched at your nipples through his shirt. 

“If you want me to fuck you tonight, Mesh'la, then you’re going to keep my shirt on.” He could feel you shaking in his arms and smiled to himself at the knowledge of how much he affected you. 

“Mando, please…” You would have continued begging him if he asked you to, but then he was moving away from you and leaning towards the window. Keeping your hands clasped to your chest, you watched as he shut the blinds until there wasn’t a single light shining into the room. You could barely see your own hands in the dark and wondered why he was shuffling above you. A soft hissing sound had you tensing in an instant and you ceased to breathe when you heard the faint sound of beskar hitting the ground. 

“M-mando?” The question was more reluctant than inquisitive and you didn’t have time to react as you felt him lean against you until you were touching every inch of his skin. You blinked a few times in vain, knowing there was no way you would be able to see anything. But then you felt something soft brush against your cheek and as you turned your head towards him, Mando was molding his lips with yours, swallowing your gasps and sucking on your tongue as soon as you melted into him. He pulled away against his own will, but not before pushing your jaw with his nose until your neck was available to him.

“And my name is Din sweet girl, Din Djarin. It better be the only word you scream tonight as I fuck this pretty little cunt. Understood?” You weren’t sure if it was his deep voice that made you speechless or the fact that he not only took off his helmet for you but willingly told you his name as well. You committed it to memory, hoping this wouldn’t be the only time he took off his helmet around you. You’d always wondered what he sounded like without it, not comprehending that it could be so much sweeter than what you’ve dreamed of. And by the gods, his lips. How were they so soft and gentle? Maker, he had a stubble too, not a rough one but just long enough to tickle your neck as he kissed and nipped at your clavicle.

“Answer me Ad'ika.” He bit your shoulder to grab your attention once more, chuckling above you when you nodded frantically against him. 

“You’re so soft Cyar'ika, I- I want to kiss every inch of your skin.” As much as you loved making him lose his mind at your touch, you had to admit you enjoyed him much more when he was in control. You smiled when he kissed along your shoulder before pushing down his shirt far enough to expose your breasts. Din bit down on his lower lip to contain himself, but then you were arching your back and pushing yourself into him and he couldn’t hold back. He kissed down your sternum, waiting until you relaxed in his arms before assaulting your nipples. You screamed his name as you felt his teeth tug on your nipple, hands shooting to his hair when you felt him grope and pull on the other. 

“Din, oh ma-maker- your mouth is...f-fuck.” You could tell he was smiling as he aggressively licked the hardened bud before sucking on it again. Din pushed his cock against your wet slit, growling when you pulled on his hair and cried his name like a sweet prayer. 

“I could smell your cunt sweet girl, so fucking wet and hot and ready for me.” Din pulled back and cornered you between his arms, bucking his hips into you until you were a needy and moaning mess beneath him. “Woke up countless times in this bed...hard and aching at the mere thought of you...d-dreaming of having you in my arms, wanting to sink into you, f-fuck you on every inch of this ship.” 

“Din, please...I need you.” 

The way you clawed at his back broke him and before he knew what he was doing, he was flipping you on your stomach and raising your hips against him.

“I need to have you Mesh'la.” Din leaned down and swiped your hair to the side, whispering the filthiest things in your ears as he took hold of his cock and rubbed it against your heat. 

“I’m yours Din, do what you want. Fuck me, ruin me...cum in me if you wish. Just p-please-”

You made it sound so simple, trusting him. It was an odd feeling to know how easily you were giving yourself to him. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise, not after what you said tonight. But something about the way you offered yourself to him, especially with that last request, had him seeing stars.

Leaning down until his chest was sliding against your back, the Mandalorian held you against him with one arm across your front while he slowly slipped into your wet cunt. You sighed in unison, and Din felt a sense of pride fill his chest when you dug your nails into his arm while your legs began to shake beneath him.

“You’re a dream Cyar'ika, the best f-fucking dream I could ever have. And you’re all mine.”

“Y-yes, yours. I’ve always been yours, oh gods Din please, move. M-move.” You were babbling at this point but couldn’t find it in yourself to care, turning your head to the side just to feel him breathe against your cheek. His stubble rubbed deliciously at your heated and sensitive skin, and you would tell him later that you hoped he’d mirror those actions but elsewhere.

“So tight darling, I- you’re everything. The things I- uhhh, the thing I want to do to you.” Din achingly pulled out before snapping into you again, biting down on your shoulder when you clenched violently around him. 

“Din, oh Din-” You wished you could tell him how good he felt, how much he filled you, how often you craved having him inside you and how much you were losing it now that he was. But you couldn’t find a single word, not when he was fucking you like you were it for him.

The normally quiet man was groaning and hissing above you, pulling you along with him as he sat up and continued to fuck you relentlessly. You reached back and held his head against your neck, crying in pain and pleasure when he picked up the pace and his hold on your hip tightened. You were sure there would be bruise marks the next day but you couldn’t tell him to slow down or be a little less aggressive, not when you finally had him where you’ve wanted for so long. 

“Fuck, fuck….sweet girl, did- did you mean it?” He was asking you something and you didn’t really pay attention to him, focusing on the way he deliciously dragged against your tight walls over and over again. Din knew it wasn’t fair to ask you anything right now but he had to know. Needed to.

He stopped his movement all together, sinking as deep into you as possible and tightening his grip on your throat. 

“Pfassk...answer me darling.” Din whispered into your ears and reached down to where you were joined, softly slapping your clit until you twitched and begged him to repeat his words again.

“I said, did you fucking mean it when- kriffing hell, when you said I could...c-cum in you?” He was reluctant to ask but there was no point in denying either of you. 

“Yes, gods yes. I told you Din, d-do what you want with me.” You forcibly loosened the fingers around your throat and brought them to your lips, biting the palm of his hand as he resumed thrusting into you. 

“Mesh'la...you’re such a sweet girl, letting me b-breed you...taking my cock so well, letting me fill you up. You were made for me darling. This cunt, this sweetest and tightest kriffing pussy was made for my cock.” He pronounced each word with a harsh push of his hips and you smiled when you heard how low his voice suddenly became. The sounds of skin slapping on skin filled the room and you hoped the child wouldn’t wake up from how loud the two of you were being. 

“You’re mine darling. Won’t let anyone else touch you...fucking look at you even. Maker I- I almost lost it tonight in the cantina.” There was a hint of self-consciousness in his words and you hoped he didn’t think you could ever replace him.

“D-din..” You wanted to tell him no one else would compare but he didn’t give you a chance. 

“Talking about me like I- fuck, like I didn’t care about you, like I don’t picture you coming on my cock every waking moment of my day. And flirting with him in my shirt...my kriffing shirt. I almost lost it when he put his hands on you sweet girl.” You weren’t sure if he had somehow become harder inside you or if it was his words that made you attuned to the feeling of him pushing into your cunt but you turned your head and kissed his cheeks, hoping he’d understand what you were trying to tell him with your touches. 

“You’re the only one f-for me.” Din let go of your neck and held onto your hips, no longer caring about how rough he was being with you. Your heavy sighs were the only warning he had right before your tight walls convulsed around his dick and he continued to fuck you through your orgasm, falling on top of you and bucking his hips slowly into your cunt until you begged him to slow down.

“Cyare, ah pfassk, that’s it. Keep squeezing me darling. I’m so close, so close. Ah fuck, you’re mine. Mine, not letting you go. N-never letting you go. Oh maker...ner runi...ner. Ner. Riduur. My sweet girl...riduur.” Din didn’t realize what he’d said until the words were left hanging in the air and he felt a rush of relief wash over him as he finally admitted how he felt about you. 

“Din, I lo- ahh gods please.” He silenced your screams with his hand, losing his rhythm as he came in hot spurts of cum inside you. Din bit down onto your shoulder just as you bit on the palm of his hand, continuing to push his seed deep inside you until he felt you a mixture of your juices seeping out of you. Neither of you moved for a few moments, relishing the way you fit so perfectly with each other. You could feel him breathing heavily against your back and smiled with pride when you realized you were the only one that got to see him like this. 

Din didn’t want to stop touching you, falling to the side and grabbing your flush to him only to hiss when you unintentionally clenched around his softening cock. You kissed his wrist as he pulled the covers over the two of you, not bothering to move a muscle mostly because you knew he didn’t wish for you to leave him.

He kissed along the bruised ridges of your shoulders, drawing circles on your navel and smiling when you giggled beneath him.

“I wasn’t too rough with you was I?” He asked embarrassingly, not knowing what he’d do if you said yes. 

“You were perfect Din...you- you are perfect.” You turned your head far enough in hopes of catching his attention, letting out a deep breath when he leaned over and captured your lips in a chaste kiss. He was so soft and you didn’t know which side of him you enjoyed more but you were sure you wanted to get to know him, all of him. His likes and dislikes.

“Far from it Mesh'la. I...I went to the lower deck and saw where you’ve been sleeping.”

“Oh…”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Din rose on his elbow, seeking your hands in the dark and holding onto your fingers as he raised your hand to his mouth and kissed along your hand. 

“I- I didn’t want to make you think you weren’t welcome. Peli told me about the Creed and well, there isn’t any sort of privacy down there really. And the kid would’ve been cold. I know how much he likes to cuddle next to you when he sleeps.” 

“But you’ve been-”

“I’ve slept in worse conditions, believe me.” He didn’t say anything else in response but you knew he was very much thinking about it. 

“Din, I wouldn’t change a single moment. Not one. Because each one led me here, to this bed, in your arms. I would relive every mission and every cold night and every awkward conversation again if I knew I’d end up here with you. You’re the closest thing I have to a..a-”

“Family.” He broke the silence before lying back down and pulling you as close to him as possible.

“Promise me you won���t get drunk by yourself in a cantina again.” You wished you didn’t laugh out loud at the random request because Din swore behind you before his grip loosened a bit.

“I’m sorry I...I didn’t mean to laugh. It’s just, here I am pouring my heart out and the only thing you could follow up with was that.” When he didn’t say anything in return, you grabbed his arm and pulled him back to you. “And yes, I promise not to get drunk in a cantina by myself ever again.”

“Good.”

“But I can’t really make any promises about not flirting with anyone because if it means I get to have you all hot and bothered then-”

“Sweet girl, you’re going to regret ever thinking of that…” 

Translations: 

Sleemo - This Huttese insult was pronounced slay-mo and translated as "slimeball," a rude insult.

Ad'ika - Little one

Mesh'la - Beautiful

Cyar'ika - Darling/Sweetheart

Pfassk - An adaptable expletive

Cyare - Beloved

Ner - Mine.

Runi - soul; only used poetically

Riduur - partner, spouse, husband/wife

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Title: coward :: obliviousness Pairing: Y/N x Miya Atsumu Genre: angst, romance, and very slow burn [ex to lovers au] Warnings: Cursing, alchohol, mentions of unprotected sex, unplanned pregnancy, and mentions of abortion

Synopsis: Atsumu seems nicer these days and you seem to see him more than before. Meanwhile, your kids meet someone they probably shouldn’t have.

notes:

three more chapters till the end!!! I’m so happy by all of the love! really! its definately been one of my favorite fanfictions to write since its angsty and im in love with angst stories skjsksksksks 

i think this chapter is the shortest one amongst the rest idk shhshshshs anyways i hope yall still love it wuwuwuwu. Hope you all are doing well and ilyasm!!!! have a gweat day!!!

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You thought you’d never see Miya Atsumu again but here he was, in your son's sports club, helping out Sugawara. Wasn’t it supposed to be volleyball season? What was he doing here? Helping the kids and picking up volleyballs? Didn’t he hate kids?

“...We train every morning and I personally train every night. You know my sched, it's what I did back then in college too.” He shrugs nonchalantly, “Plus I wanted to personally apologize to the brats too because of what ‘samu and I did.”

You tilt your head in curiosity, “What did younger Miya-san do?”

“Beat’s me, your brat told me that ‘samu made you cry when he confronted you,” he blinked, recalling the first meeting he had with the kid, come to think of it, they did had a pretty good reason to be wary of him from the start, “Must’ve said something really shitty if you cried, L/N-san. You never cried except that night at the frat party when I first actually got to talk to you.”

Nostalgia hits you when you recall that day, it was a shitty day indeed. The only upside was seeing and talking to Miya Atsumu for the first time and getting him to bandage your leg.

“Oh.”

“Oh indeed.” the blonde stated, wiggling his eyebrows, “He’s just overprotective sometimes which is weird since we used to get into fist fights. Doesn’t excuse him for being an asshole to ya though.”

“He was being rational.” You expressed, watching him pick up the last volleyball.

“He has no right to though.” he retorted, annoyed that you were letting it slide, “Let’s be honest here, who did you left six years ago?”

“What-”

“You left me.” He cuts you off, giving you no chance to talk, you’d think he’d sound bitter by it but he anything but that. It was as if he was proving a point, “And I’ll admit I was angry at first by what you did and how it ended but that doesn’t give my friends and my brother the right to intervene. I’m not a fucking kid, I know what I got into when we started dating.”

“Miya-san, I-”

“So let me make it up to you, alright? Before we started dating, I was your friend first. Now that we’re both responsible adults and you’re a single mom at least let your friend help you. You can handle that shit right?” He replied but before you could even agree to him, your kids went out of the comfort room, fully changed to dryer clothes.

“Kaasan!” They yell in unison but immediately stop in their tracks when they see Miya Atsumu standing next to you.

“What’s this jiji doing here?” Yuuto spat out bitterly, looking the other way. The younger twin followed suit and looked the other way too, making Atsumu laugh and bend down to their level, “I heard from your kaasan that you like to eat cake. How about a truce? I know a good place that sells good cakes.”

Yuuto and Youta eyed him warily and you patted the oldest twin’s head, “Baby don’t you have something to say to Miya-san too?” your voice was softer towards him, Atsumu still couldn’t get used to your personality switch with the twins. He watches in amusement as the twin tries to sputter out a sorry.

“S-so...sorry…” he frowned, “I should’ve been a big boy and not call you names.”

“Youta, you too.” You urged the younger one.

The other twin frowned and also had trouble apologizing to him like his twin, “S-Sorry...I won’t do the same…” he apologized under his breath.

Atsumu couldn’t help but laugh at the dynamic they seem to have created, at least they weren’t as close-minded as they were before, “No sweat, kid.” He said, “I’m sorry for making you feel bad and for what my brother did too. Now, let’s get that cake shall we?”

You hold Yuuto on one hand and Youta on the other as you head to his car, after helping the kids at the backseat, he opens the front seat for you, “Oh, um…” You blinked, the sudden feeling of embarrassment creeped in, “You didn’t have to-”

He rolls his eyes in reply, “Get in, L/N-san. I don’t bite.”

The boys were quiet at the back first until Atsumu tried to strike a conversation with them, “What made you guys like volleyball?”

Youta, being the more open one, suddenly jumps on his seat, “ ‘Kaasan has an old volleyball at home! We saw it and started asking her about it!”

“Oh?” he stops at the traffic light and stares at you, quite surprised since he never pegged you to keep something of his after the break-up, “Didn’t know you kept my old memorabilia with you.”

Yuuto’s eyes seem to widen when he hears that, “No way, that was yours?” he sputters out, shocked.

“Yeah.” he laughed, starting the car again when the light turned green, eyes crinkling in amusement, “Your ‘kaasan and I used to be very close before. I used to sleepover and leave some of my stuff at her place.”

“Hm.” you clicked your tongue, recalling those times when Atsumu would just come in your home unannounced like you both lived together, “He was incredibly all over the place and messy like you two.” 

“Wow!” Youta grins, seemingly excited, “What was kaasan like, jiji? I bet she was super nice and caring and a super good friend!”

The look of amusement never left his face as he agreed to the young boy, the rest of the ride was filled with Youta being overly-excited and asking Atsumu about you during college and about how you met him, “We were in the same class.” You replied, seemingly indifferent by it. You were used to this question before.

“Nope.” He replied, popping the p, an amused smirk worming its way to his face as he recalls differently since he never told you how he met you, “I saw your mom around a lot during the first few months of school.”

You were turned silent by his story, you didn’t know this part. You always thought that the first time you and Atsumu got acquainted was in that minor class you took during the second semester, “...I had also accidentally hit your mom with one of my serves while she was looking for a friend.” He recounts, parking the car in front of a very aesthetically-looking cake shop.

Your brows furrowed in deep thought, that was him? How come-

“Your ‘kaasan’s too famous, she probably doesn’t even remember the minimal interaction we had.” he joked, feigning hurt.

“Wow mom, I bet you must’ve hated jiji when he hit you with those super powerful serves!”

“She probably would if she remembered.” 

You take the kids out of the car but Youta was still too entranced by Atsumu that he went ahead and wobbled next to him. The tall volleyball player was nice enough to match the younger one’s pace as they walked towards the shop, “Traitor.” You heard Yuuto mutter as you trailed behind him.

“I thought you forgave him.” 

“Won’t stop watchin’ at him though, ‘kaasan.”” He grumbled but you can tell he was starting to slowly soften up to the blonde.

Atsumu (after much persistence) paid for the cakes and even got you a sugar-free one, Youta was very elated as soon as his cake was served and Yuuto was muttering something about how unfair it was as he started to stuff on hiw own slice, the blonde laughed at the contrasting personalities. They were so alike yet so different at the same time.

It reminded him so much of ‘samu and him back then.

“Oh, wait a moment. I have to pick up this phone call. Would you mind watching them for a sec?” You asked, Atsumu shakes his head to the side and he watches you exit the shop and take the call, the familiar expression of your creased forehead and narrowed eyes coming into play.

“Jiji, have you ever met our otosan?” Youta suddenly asks.

Atsumu feels his heart waver, this was such a heavy topic to ask but Youta didn’t seem to know the weight of his words. Yuuto was quiet this time too, observing him intently, the blonde setter suddenly cleared his throat, “I heard your kaasan met your otosan right after she graduated early and left me suddenly.” he tried to smile, looking unaffected, “So no, I haven’t met him.”

“Is that why you're mad at ‘kaasan?” Yuuto suddenly asks, head tilt to the side, “Because she left you su-suddenly?” The boy seemed to have a problem with longer words but he seemed very perceptive for his age. ‘Gee, were kids always this nosy?’ the blonde setter thought.

 “Did your mom tell you that?” Atsumu lilted, dodging the question well, munching on his cake.

“She said that she broke something really bad that you owned.” Yuuto disclosed, brows furrowed together as if he was thinking very hard about what you said, “And that she deserved it”

Silence engulfed the table for a moment as he felt his throat dry up with the new load of information, “Your ‘kaasan is a very strong woman,” he began. The boy's eyes,especially Yuuto’s, lights up at the compliment they heard, “And she doesn’t deserve anything bad. So when someone tries to do something bad to her, even me, make sure you give’em a good spike.”

“Really?”

“Really, kiddo.” He hums in agreement, “You have to protect your ‘kaasan since your otosan isn’t here anymore.”

Youta’s eyes flicker at the mention of their father, “Jiji, you’re so funny.” he laughs very suddenly.

Atsumu’s brow upturns at the sudden statement of the twin.

“Otosan isn’t dead.” Atsumu feels his shoulder tense at those words, it seems like the twins were giving him such a field day today with questions and new information, “ ‘Kaasan says that he’s off somewhere following his dreams and he’ll come back soon.”

Atsumu wants to ask about a lot of things.

He wants to ask about what Youta said, he wants to ask who the fucking asshole was, he wants to ask why you’re waiting for him when he left you hanging by a thread there with two kids.

He really does but when he drops you off at your home and a sudden troubled expression graces your features when you see an older woman standing there, he knows that it isn’t the right time. Instead, he quietly says goodbye and watches the interaction closely from a distance. A bit of worry filling him since he didn’t like that expression you were showing.

The twins didn’t seem to know who the older woman was but judging by her body language she knew you very well.

Come to think of it, her features were very familiar. Cold eyes, (h/c) hair, a very familiar facial feature.

Could it be-

“Y/N…” she tries to call out but you immediately walk past her, paying her no attention. He feels nervous, “Y/N, please don’t ignore me. I’m your okaasan-”

Suddenly he realizes why he has never met your family at all.

Judging by the interaction he sees, you were anything but close with them and that your relationship with them was stagnant (it probably worsened since you got kids at an early age and the father left you to dry). The kids probably don’t even know who that woman was, you continue to ignore her as you sons look at her warily.

When she starts to get physical, he gets out of the car and tries to stop the women from getting any closer to you and the boys, “What are you doing? Don’t you know who I am-” the woman tries to yell her way through but the blonde notices how you flinch away from her as soon as you hear her loud voice and hide the kids behind you as if you were protecting them.

“She doesn’t want to see you or have her near her kids, so please leave before I call security.” Atsumu tried to calm the situation down, not wanting to raise his voice, he could be wrong about his assumptions and he didn’t want to let your mom see him in a bad light.

“You don’t understand-”

“Obaasan.” his voice was anything but nice and friendly now, he wanted to try and respect the woman who brought you to this world, he really does, but right now he wouldn’t mind calling the cops on her if she resorted to making a scene here,  “Please leave before I call for security.”

Your mother grips on her expensive handbag tight and with one last glance to you, she immediately walks away. You don’t notice how you’re shaking and that Youta is crying behind you while Yuuto is trying his best to calm his twin down by insulting him and calling him a crybaby.

“L/N-san, are you-”

“I’m fine.” You cut him off, taking in a few deep breaths to calm you down, “I’m fine.”

He grabs your wrist and stares at you dead in the eye, “You’re shaking, Y/N.” He suddenly says your name softly, you're scared that if he goes nearer, he’d hear your ranging heart beat so you take a step further back and let go of his hold.

Atsumu narrows his eyes and tightens his lips at your response but decides against it, instead he turns to Youta and Yuuto, “I have a game next week and I got extra tickets, would you like to watch? The adlers and I will be playing, I heard one of ya likes Tobio-chan so much.”

Youta finally stops crying as soon as he hears the mention of free tickets and turns to a bundle of excited energy. Yuuto even starts jumping up and down at the mention of Kageyama Tobio. 

Atsumu still has a lot of questions for you though, about your family, why you haven’t mentioned them, or the fact that their asshole of a father just left you to fulfill his dreams (he’s angry, very angry especially about this one) yet when he sees the small smile on your lips as you watch your kids jump up and down.

He holds back.

Those questions can wait another day.

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[perhapsthanatos]

05:23 am with kun ♡

nct's kun x gn!reader (i got inspired when researching about hades & persephone’s myth/story for a project as well as watching an unhealthy amount of apartment tour videos on youtube while feeling incredibly lonely + the songs listed below)

alternate title: the devil i know well

genre: a tiny bit of angst. mainly fluff. non idol au. demon boyfriend!au.

word count: 800~

playlist: door by caroline polachek, nightime by oklou & backseat by charli xcx ft. carly rae jepsen.

warnings: none. lower case intended.

a/n: hello again yes im back & way sooner than i thought :)) tysm for giving love to odd counterpoises, in all honesty i didnt expect ppl to like it nor did i expect that much attention given to it it bc tbh it was kinda rushed, but bc of that i immediately got motivated to do this fic & better this time i promise ♡ this fic was actually supposed to be a winwin fic but after seeing kick back & getting aggressively biased wrecked i just had to give it to kun & plus i felt it fit better :(( hope u enjoy!!! oh & i almost forgot to mention but did yall see that one vid w kun w red hair omg pls

your eyes struggle to stay open and focused on the television in front of you. it plays some sort of dramatic film that you haven’t been paying attention to. but it’s not like you remember any of the other plots of the previous films from awhile ago anyway. you were simply trying to stay awake, waiting for your boyfriend to come home. but with the given hour, you easily start to doze off, your body disregarding the cup of coffee you took 2 hours ago.

“funny, i knew that i’d find you here.”

your head snaps up and meets kun’s gaze. he’s at the door way removing his black blazer, hanging it on one of the hooks by the entrance. you look at him in awe as he unbuttons a few buttons of his white dress shirt. for a demon, he looks incredibly angelic, even in the dim lighting. his hair is red with messy waves, his glasses are resting on the tip of his nose and his yellow eyes seem more tired than usual. he removes his shoes and walks over to you, planting a kiss on your forehead.

“did you sleep alright today?” you stay silent for a bit, eliciting a laugh from him (which shows off a bit of his cute fangs) and continues before you can even object. “don’t you dare lie. it’s so easy to tell.”

“stop making fun of me,” you pout, crossing your arms and turning away. his heart wavers, you’re too adorable for him to handle.

“no, no. i just think that it’s cute that you stay up for me.” he smiles, turning to you again, tucking a stand of heir behind your ear lovingly. “as much as i should be scolding you… i can’t help but be flattered that you do this for me. i know its been kinda hard that we can’t see each other as much as we’d and it’s a bit annoying that hell is nocturnal but at least i have something to look forward to when my day ends.”

he runs his thumb over your burning cheek as you take your finger to push up the bridge of his glasses which were threatening to fall off. “anyway, dearest one, let’s get to bed. i’m not gonna let you fall asleep on the couch like last time,” he starts to lift you off bridal style. “will you come with, though?” you ask, resting your head in the crook of his neck, starting to doze off again. “duh. going to bed is a group activity, you dummy.” he snickers as you flick one of the small horns on his forehead in retaliation, too lazy to argue.

reaching the master’s room, he sets you gently on the bed, watching as you settle in the blankets. he moves to the other side, setting his glasses on the nightstand, then climbing in as well. “i’ll change later. i’ve waited the entire day for this.”

you lift up the other side of the blanket and welcome him in. on instinct the both of you easily attach to each other. your head nuzzled in his neck, and his cheek resting on you’re forehead. he sighs in content.

“oh, have i told you that i love you today?”

“you said it earlier, before you left.”

“well, i’m saying it again. i love you so, so, much and i want things to be like this forever.”

you pause for a moment, eyes now wide open. you look up at him. “you’re getting sappy so suddenly again, what’s wrong?“

“no, no, it’s fine. there’s just a lot on my mind, that’s all.” he sighs, the mood slowly shifting.

“you know you can tell me, right? you don’t have to, but it might make you feel better? promise.”

he looks at you and takes a deep breath, taking his hands and cupping your cheeks, making you look straight into his golden irises.

”like i said, i love you. i really do. but you’re a human and i’m a demon. other demons will try to have a go at you, angels will try to come ‘save you’ from me, and humans will see you as a victim.” he pauses for a bit before continuing. “but i don’t care about any of that. i love you, and that's all that matters. i will forever move heaven, hell and earth to keep us together.” he speaks softly and slowly, a tone that assures you completely despite the initial fear.

“but please,” he shushes you, placing your head back gently on his shoulder, beginning to stroke your hair. ”i don’t want any of us to worry about that. right now it’s time for bed, you haven’t slept at all and i’ve had a busy day.”

“mhm, alright. i love you lots, beb.” you place a sleepy kiss on his lips as he smiles into it.

“goodnight lovely, i love you too. so, so much,” he whispers as you both fall into a deep slumber.

© perhapsthanatos (efa)

[peach-pops]

Confessing to their Roommate HC

Request: Can I please request a follow up to your roommate headcanons where Bokuto and Kuroo fall for y/n? Oikawa too if you want even though she seemed more interested in Iwa. Thank you💚💚💚 ||  Can you write pt 2 for roommate hcs and make it romantic? Thanks!

Author’s Note:  Thank you so much for the request! I still decided to write for Oikawa too cause I can’t help it I love him just as much. These two parts aren’t connected but if you haven’t read the “platonic” roommate version, read it here! Also someone asked for NSFW but I changed it to be more SFW! Hope that’s okay! 

Warnings:  mentions of sexual partners, naked shower interaction, sexual innuendo

Pairing: Kuroo || Oikawa || Bokuto 

-Kuroo

Okay, so you know how Oikawa developed feelings for you while living together? Well my boy Kuroo isn’t as slick, this boy willingly moved in with you KNOWING FULL WELL he had feelings

And this boy had been crushing on you for years but has ever admitted it to you because he values what you two have. This doesn’t stop him from leaving little signs that are painfully obvious

It was about to be exactly one year since you two moved in together so Kuroo decided to do something special. You came home from hanging out with your friends to find him setting up a flower arrangement in the kitchen 

“ Who are the flowers for?”

“ Oh you know, just a special something for a special someone.”

“ Kenma’s birthday isn’t until October.”

“ What? No these aren’t for Kenma, these are for you!” 

Your heart fluttered at the thought because hmmmmmm maybe you had a tiny little crush on your roommate and best friend but ha that was a crazy thought

From that day forward, the ~vibes~ in the apartment were different. Kuroo could feel himself warming up to the idea of telling you his feelings but he was still nervous that you didn’t feel the same way

This didn’t stop him from trying to flirt with you/win you over but you were none the wiser

“ Wow, you look really pretty today.” 

“ Aw thanks, you too buddy.” 

OUCH

“ I was thinking we could head over to that new restaurant by Kenma’s place. It was named ‘the most romantic dinner date in Japan’.” 

“ Really? Sure lets go! I think Kenma and Yaku live over there, we should invite them to come along!” 

OUCH OUCH 

Don’t get me started on the time where you two were watching a movie in the living room after you had a long day at work. You could barely keep your eyes open but Kuroo hardly seemed to notice

“ Y/N, I’ve been meaning to tell you something. I don’t want you to freak out but I-”

* cue light snoring coming from your side of the couch*

OUCH OUCH OUCH 

This went on for a while and one day, Kuroo just couldn’t take it anymore. He had just gotten back from the gym with Bokuto ( his own personal hypeman) so he was fully ready to tell you

You were on the couch with your laptop in your lap when Kuroo came home eager as ever

“ Oh hey, how was the gym-”

“ I love you.” 

“ ….. “

“ ……”

“ ……”

“ …. I’ll be in the shower…” 

Kuroo headed to the restroom to turn on the shower and left you there on the couch in a state of shock. Like surprised Pikachu but like 10x more if that makes sense

Your mind couldn’t even comprehend the idea like whaaaa????? LOVE??? Like what does that even mean??? Love like a friend? Like a best friend? Love like love love?? 

Yep you definitely needed clarification because if what he was saying was true, then you needed to confess your feelings to him too

Kuroo took off his gross sweaty ass gym clothes and stepped into the shower. He was relieved that he got it off his chest but goddamn why was it so awkward why didn’t you say anything why-

You pulled the shower curtain back all the way, causing Kuroo to yelp and grab the curtain away from you so he could cover himself

“ WHAT ARE YOU DOING? I’M NAKED!” 

“ Nothing I haven’t seen before- look how can you just drop a bomb like that and leave like it’s nothing? You said you loved me and your first thought after was to take a shower?” 

“ Y/N, please-”

“ I love you too. I love you Tetsuro, I mean it.” 

Kuroo could’ve had a stroke right then and there. His heart swelled as he smiled widely back at you UNTIL you stepped into the shower with all of your clothes on

“ What the hell are you doing you weirdo?”

“ I’m trying to kiss you, you big dork. Or would you rather me wait until after you shower?”

Kuroo moved his wet hair away from his forehead and while one hand was still covering himself with the shower curtain, the other wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his chest and pressed his lips against yours

You kissed the droplets from his lips as the water from the showerhead poured down onto the two of you and for a moment, you two both forgot where you even were

You were the first one to pull away even though Kuroo felt himself lean into you for another kiss

“ Um, is it okay if we continue this after?”

“ What? I thought you didn’t mind getting a little wet? ;)” 

“ But my socks are soaked :( “ 

“.....okay get out”

-Oikawa-

Moving in with you was one of the best ideas of Oikawa’s life cause he thought of how perfect things would be rooming with one of his best friends.

You two had always gotten along and he thought things would be ridiculously easy living with you. He couldn’t have been more wrong

 He never really planned on ever falling for you but because you guys lived together, it was a slow build-up of “ oh shit I think I caught feelings for my roommate who lives in the room across from me” 

He just finally wakes up one day and when he sees you sleepily making breakfast in the kitchen, his heart feels funny and his hands get clammy which rarely ever happens for Oikawa

Even though you had just woken up, your hair was pointing in every direction, and you were just wearing an oversized shirt, Oikawa’s breath hitched in his throat because he thinks you’re absolutely gorgeous 

“ Morning Toru, can you do me a favor and help me with the dishes- why are you looking at me like that?” 

“ L-Like what? I’m just looking at you normally!”

“ Oh okay, then come over here and help me.”

For the next couple of days, he watches you more closely than before and goes out of his way to show little acts of affection. Bless Oikawa’s heart this dude risks his own health to clean your room for you even though it resembled Chernobyl

One day as yall are wearing facemasks, he tells you a funny story where he accidentally saw Mattsun’s bare ass during a tournament and you laugh so hard to where you’re clutching your sides gasping for air. It makes his heart go flippy floppy because he loves hearing your laugh and oh no he’s really falling for you now  

It eats away at Oikawa for not days, not weeks but MONTHS! He is terrified of you ever finding out that he has feelings for you because you two had been friends since middle school and this would surely ruin your relationship with him

PLUS you two live together! If he admits to you that he has feelings and you don’t feel the same way, it would ruin your living situation and he would surely have to move out

It didn’t help that you shamelessly thirsted flirted over his other best friend Iwa and that only hurt him more

You had your own life and own problems you were going through but even you noticed that Oikawa wasn’t being his usual self

Oikawa wasn’t a slut but he used to have a few fuck buddies but you hadn’t seen any girl come over in months. You were so curious that you even messaged your old friend who was Oikawa’s fuck buddy and she even told you that Oikawa said to her that he’s completely done with all of it and he’s trying to settle down with another girl

This shocks you completely because you were sure Oikawa would’ve said something to you about trying to get serious with a girl. 

You couldn’t help but feel jealous, deep down you had feelings for Oikawa so to hear that he was reading for a relationship with a new mystery girl hurt you so much 

This prompted you to call up Iwaizumi for advice because he was always fairly neutral like Switzerland

“ I think you’re overreacting. Why does it matter if he’s seeing someone else?” 

“ BECAUSE!!!! I don’t know, I thought he trusted me but I guess not....You don’t understand Hajime, he’s been so different lately, something is off about him and I’m worried. Can you please talk to him for me?”

“  I don’t think I should get involved-”

“ OKAY GOTTA GO BYE!” You hung up the phone as Oikawa walked back into the apartment with dinner

“ Who were you on the phone with?”

“ Oh just Hajime. We were talking about um...Switzerland.” 

Oikawa just shrugged it off but in the back of his mind, he felt his heart break even more because of course you were talking to Iwaizumi. He didn’t know how much longer he could ignore his feelings for you and he felt like he was a ticking time bomb 

You watched from the couch as Oikawa quietly set up the table and you couldn’t help but ask him what was wrong

Oikawa reassured you that everything was fine but you knew better

“ Toru, are you sure? You’ve been acting weird for the past couple of months, you know you can be honest with me.” 

Oikawa scoffed, this dude SCOFFED AT YOU and you’re like??? Why you pissy??? Why the sass?? 

“ Okay, be honest. Do you like Iwa-chan?” 

YOU??? LIKING IWAIZUMI???

Okay you lowkey understood where he was coming from but come on, it was incredibly easy to flirt with Iwa because he always gave you NOTHING in return and it was just fun to mess with the dude

You shook your head as you got up from the couch and walked over to where Oikawa was standing in the dining room 

“What? No of course not!” 

“ Then why do you always flirt with him in front of me? ~ Oh Hajime, my room is always open for you!~ Hajime, this is the ring I would want if you proposed~ Hey, Hajime-”

“ I don’t sound like that and why does it matter if I flirt with Hajime?” 

Oikawa doesn’t even think twice, the words flow out so easily from his mouth and he doesn’t have time to cut himself off

“ Because I’m jealous and I have feelings for you.” 

You could hear a pin drop in the room that’s how eerily quiet it was. Oikawa kept his intense gaze on you and you were absolutely stunned

“ You have feelings for me?” 

Even saying it out loud feels weird but oddly comfortable coming our from your mouth

Oikawa nods after a moment and sighs dramatically,” I’ve liked you for months now but damn it, I think I’m actually in love with you. And I’m sorry, I’m really sorry if this ruins everything. If Iwa-chan makes you happy then go for it. I think you have questionable taste in men but-”

You practically threw yourself at Oikawa and you kissed him so hard to where he bumped the table, causing some of the takeout to spill onto the hardwood floor

My dude doesn’t even hesitate to kiss you back because oh yes, sweet relief he is actually kissing you. His head hurts from bumping against the wall and he’s sure you just stepped in a glob of noodles but you don’t even care because you just needed to shut this fool up and show him how much you care about him

“ Wait, does this mean you like me? And not Iwa-chan?” 

“ I just kissed you and you have the audacity to ask if I like Hajime?” 

“....You’re right, can we go back to kissing now?”

-Bokuto-

Bokuto my love my boy my rock 

He would handle his crush on you way different than Oikawa and Kuroo

When you two moved in together, he didn’t have feelings for you but overtime, he found himself excited to come home to see you and would always look forward to hearing about your day

I don’t even think he would realize his true feelings for you until he took a water break from practice to call Akaashi. They talked about the Black Jackals and their upcoming game and somehow, you were brought up 

“ Oh Y/N? She’s great, she’s been working a lot lately and it does get kind of lonely without her around the apartment. I miss her when she’s away and since I’m always at practice, we haven’t been able to spend much time together and it sucks because I care a lot about her. But she said she would come to my games and that’s exciting cause if she comes, I know I’ll play better since she can cheer me on…”

This goes on for some time and Akaashi patiently listens to his senior even though it’s obvious that Bokuto has a crush on you

“ Bokuto-san, I think you have feelings for Y/N.” 

“ You think so!? You know, now that you mentioned it…” 

Bokuto thought back to all the times you two hung out alone and smiled as he vividly recounted all of the memories you two shared

Now that Akaashi had brought it to his attention, it did make sense why his heart would ever skip a beat whenever he saw you and why his mouth felt dry whenever you called him sweet names

You would think Bokuto would rush to the apartment to confess to you his feelings but just this once, he takes a bit of time to think things over in his head. He realized that deep down, he always had feelings for you ever since the two of you were in high school

He wasn’t sure why it took him so long to realize that he cared about you more than anyone else

Unlike Kuroo and Oikawa, Bokuto was ready to tell you exactly how he felt that night. Even if he wasn’t sure if you would share the same feelings for him

He practically barged back into the apartment but stopped in his tracks when he saw that you were curled up on the couch fast asleep 

Your fingers were barely hanging on to your textbook as you snored quietly. Bokuto smiled to himself as he walked over and carefully took the textbook from your hands and bookmarked your page for you before scoping your body up into his strong arms

You tensed up in his arms but once you heard Bokuto’s comforting voice that reassured you it was him, your body relaxed into his touch 

“ Ko, you’re finally home,” You yawned as he led you back to your bedroom,” did you have fun at practice?” 

“ Mhm, lots of fun. What are you doing up so late? Don’t you have class tomorrow morning?” 

“ I do but I wanted to stay up to make sure you got home okay.”

You always had a soft spot for Bokuto, he was your best friend after all but ever since you two had moved in together, you felt something shift in your friendship. 

You found yourself going out of your way to stay up at nighttime to make sure Bokuto got home from practice safe and even though it messed up your sleep schedule, you wouldn’t have had it any other way

Bokuto dipped your body into your mattress and moved the covers up to your chest before he sat on the edge of your bed. 

Even though you were tired, you could still tell that something was different about Bokuto. He was usually more talkative but as you watched him play with the hem of your blanket quietly, you knew he was deep in thought

Now that you were in front of him, he was nervous to confront you about his feelings. He was terrified that you wouldn’t feel the same way about him and the thought of you not being in his life because of it made him emo to the max

“ Is everything okay Kotaro?” You hardly ever used his first name and even Bokuto was caught off guard

“ Can you promise me something?” Bokuto asked softly as you sat up from your bed and scooted closer to him

“ Of course, what is it?” 

“ Don’t be mad at me okay? Promise me you won’t get mad and leave me alone.”

OUCHHHHH MY POOR BABY! 

“ Kotaro, I would never be mad and I would never leave you,” You said, a bit wary since you had never seen him this serious before,” what’s wrong? What happened?” 

Bokuto bit the inside of his cheek and once he opened his mouth, he couldn’t bring himself to stop talking

“ I feel like an idiot because, after all this time of us being friends and living together, I just realized tonight that I think- I know I have feelings for you. I’m in love with you but I understand if you don’t feel the same way and if you want me to move out I completely understand. The last thing I would ever want is for you to feel uncomfortable in your own apartment.”

Your heart BURST cause your best friend, your roommate, your secret crush was admitting and confessing to you that he loved you 

“ You’re not playing a trick on me right? Because I want to tell you that I like you too but if you’re just saying this to be funny than I’m gonna be mad.” 

You inhaled sharply as Bokuto squeezed your had that you didn’t even know he was holding before he looked back down at you,” I’m not playing a trick...I can prove it to you if you’ll let me?” 

Bokuto took a quick glance at your lips and back up at your eyes to wait for your approval and once you nodded, Bokuto slowly leaned his head down and pressed his soft lips against yours

He smiled against your lips once he felt your body melt into his and he couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle when you pulled him closer to your frame

“ You’re still sweaty from practice,” You finally said as you pulled away for a moment so you could catch your breath

“ Oh my bad, I can go shower right now-”

“ Mmm just five more minutes.”

[futurewriter2000]

Love Hurts - pt. 9 - Final part

A/N: I totally wanted to end this completely different and it is making me a little insecure but since I had already written it and finished it, I’m just gonna leave it like that, hoping yall will like it. 

XX

Staring at the same line, over and over again was the most frustrating thing when your mind was somewhere else. 

Food. 

You felt your mouth water as you kept staring at the sentence, imagining a glazed donut and to be honest you really weren’t such a fan of donuts but the craving was too strong to resist. 

“Fuck it.” you said, throwing your legs over the bed and leaving the dorm quietly. You tried to tip toe down the stairs and through the common room, despite the fact there was not a soul in sight. “Precaution?” you shrugged, talking to yourself as you climbed through the portrait hole and softy landed on your feet. 

You turned around to smile at the sleeping Fat Lady and backed away, starting to run towards the kitchen only to fall back on your bottom. 

“Bloody hell!” you heard a familiar voice and despite the fact you didn’t see him, you knew excatly who it was.

“Freddie?” 

“(y/n)?” he replied, rubbing the back of his head. “The hell are you doing here so late at night?”

“I could as you the same thing.” you pulled yourself back on your feet, patting your clothes and rubbing your back. 

He took a step closer, appearing into the moonlight and showing you his sleepily features; ruffled red hair,  drowsy eyes and stretched clothes. He looked incredibly handsome when he yawned and rubbed the back of his head again, stretching his arms above his head. 

You weren’t much different. The fact that you had seen him yawn in front of you, made you take a big yawn as well, covering your mouth with your hand as you did so. You could hear him chuckle in front of you but now see him look at you the way he did. His eyes were smiling at you, genuinely, lovingly, adoringly. Your hair was up in a bun, baby hair sticking out in all directions and strands of hair poking out. You also wore stretched clothes, a T- shirt and sweats. Your eyes, contrast to his, weren’t drowsy, nor tired in any way, they were smiling up at him just before your arm wrapped itself around his and pulled him along side. 

“Guess, you’re going with me, then.” you smiled up at him as he furrowed his eyebrows. 

“Going where?” 

“Eat.” 

“At this hour? Mum would break me like a twig if she knew I was going to eat this late.” he said and you laughed. 

“Fred Weasley afraid of his mother? Who knew you were such a momma’s boy.” you teased as he let out a scoff.

“Do I look like a momma’s boy?” he twisted out of your arms and started walking backwards, his eyes on yours. 

When he opened his arms to you to show off a bit of his physique, you only took one of his hands and twirled under it until you were walking forward and dragging him behind you. “You look like you could use some food right now.” 

“Are you calling me skinny?” 

You turned around with a smirk on your lips, looking him from his lovely pair of brown eyes to his muscular thighs and feet. You bit your lower lip just by looking at him and giving him a faint hint just before your eyes matched his and you let go of his hand, turning around the corner. 

He heard you mutter something under your breath, making him a bit skeptical of your intentions but he kept his mouth shut about it and plainly ignoring what he might have heard you mutter. “Did you just check me out?” he ran after you, draping his arm on your shoulders. 

“What were you doing so late at night?” you turned your head up to his and smiled. “I never asked.”

“You’re avoiding my question.”

“You’re avoiding mine.”

His eyes continued to watch yours, looking away when a flash of mischief travelled across that brown colour. “Late night shenanigans.” he let out a sweet, innocent giggle. 

“Oh.” you let out a laugh. “Who’s the target?”

“You’ll see.” he looked at you from the corner of his eyes just before he ran to the pear and tickled it. The door opened and a gentleman he was, he bowed and gestured to you. “Ladies first.”

Smiling and blushing to his little gesture, you took his hand and walked in the kitchen first, catching a glimpse of your hair in the pot and dying from horror. You pulled your hand away from him and ran to the closest mirror you could find, widening your eyes at it. “Holy-”

“What? What is it?” he asked a bit concerned. 

“Why didn’t you say my hair looks like it’s been stomped over by a herd of trolls?!” you looked at him before you turned back to the mirror and pulled the hairband off.

“Blimey, (Y/n).” he let out a laugh. “That’s what you’re worried about? Your hair?”

“I’m a girl, of course I am worried about my hair, especially when it looks like this.”

“I didn’t think you’d care.” 

“I don’t.” you blurted out. “It’s because-” you stopped yourself, seeing your reflection in the mirror... seeing the red stain reach up your cheeks in the mirror. 

Fred couldn’t help himself but grin. It was because of him, wasn’t it? He shuffled his feet and approached you like a little boy. He grabbed the headband from your wrist. “I think you look adorable.” he took your hair into his hands started braiding it. “But if it’s for any consultation, I am a master at braiding hair.” 

You watched his fingers throw your hair in a wonderful braid, making a perplexed expression appear on your face. “How do you-”

“Ginny.” he smiled and finally secured the braid with the headband. After he finished it, he leaned forward and continued to look at your mirror reflection. “If you tell anybody about this, just remember I am also a master at pranking people and you are no exception.” he moved his eyes from the reflection and onto you, his breath hitting against your neck and sending a shiver down your spine. 

Your turned your head to him, your nose close to his, almost touching as the two of your observed each other in the moment. It felt as if the whole world was pushing the two of you closer together. 

“(y/n) I think-”

“I’m hungry.” you walked away, cutting him off and leaving that moment to falter back into nothingness. 

He felt his breath leave his lungs as soul would leave a body. He tried to not show it but  looking at you scrambling through the freezer made him leave it all as you did. 

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“This, Fred Weasley-” you said with full mouth, pointing your spoon at the hazelnut pudding. “-this is love.” you said as you put another spoon-full of it in your mouth. 

“I’d beg the differ.” he leaned back but you looked at him. 

The way he looked at you with those eyes, gentle yet daring. “Why do you do that?” you asked, putting the spoon back inside and letting it rest on it. 

“Do what?” 

“That.” you took the spoon back in your hand and pointed it into his face. “Look at me like that.” 

“Like what?” 

“Like this.” you said, put the spoon back down, mirroring his position; letting your legs fall on the floor, a bit wide, your arms on the counter, hands together, a bit leaned back, tilting your head to the side and looking at him as he did you. You tried to ignore the feelings that his eyes stirred in you, the ones that made your heart beat faster and your stomach twist in three different directions at the same time and make your feet go completely numb. 

“I thought you would figure it out by now.” he started, feeling his heart raise its beat. 

“Well, as you said, I am a bit barmy in the head-”

“You’re never going to let this go.” he stopped his confession, feeling something heavy in his gut feeling but laughing through it. 

“Then what is it?” you asked, pulling your feet back on the chair and eating the heavenly-made pudding. 

You looked at him with your curious eyes, something in the back of your mind screaming- or down in your chest. Your heart maybe? 

‘Say it, Fred. Just say it.’ - you thought as you continued to look at him. 

He watched you just the same, shuffling in his seat and rubbing his thumbs together as he looked away. This was it. “Because-” he let out a laugh. “Because you look extremely funny eating this pudding like a tiny little piglet.” he scrunched his nose and let out a few oinks. 

And thought you felt that last bit of hope die inside of you as he said it, you laughed, pushing it away. “You little twat!” you threw a cloth at him as he laughed.

“Don’t mind, darling.” he jumped from his seat, catching the cloth in his hands and running around the counter to you. “You look adorable.” he grabbed the cream from the pudding and put it on your nose. 

“You’re a complete arse, Fred Weasley.” you grabbed another cloth, throwing it at him as he laughed. 

“A cute arse though.” he sent you a wink before running to the cabinet and putting his head into it. “That pudding made me starve though.” he reached into it and pulled out a bag of chips. 

“Chips?” you quirked an eyebrow, making him gasp.

“Are you judging me right now, Miss 1am pudding?” 

You looked down on your pudding, then back at him with innocent round eyes, pressing out your lower lip and pouting at him. You batted your eyelashes at him, making him melt on the spot. His arms lost complete strength into opening the chips but he managed to play it off cooly, sitting down and shaking his head at you. 

“That is totally unfair.” he pointed a chip at you. “Women should have that power.” he threw the chips into his mouth as you laughed. 

You put the pudding away and dragged yourself to sit next to him, glancing between chips and him. Looking up at him again, bottom lip pressed out and your eyelashes batting at him, he let out a chuckle and offered you the bag. 

“Just take it.” 

You let out a laugh and took a few chips into your hands. “You’re weak, Weasley.” you shook your head in triumph. 

“Well, you seem to do that to me, Princess.” he leaned forward, looking at your eyes, then your lips. 

You smiled at him, scrunching your nose. “I could say the same, Fredrick.”

“Oh, Merlin.” he rolled his eyes and leaned back. “How many times will you call me that?”

“As long as you call me that awful god nickname.” you smiled, rubbing your hands off salt. “Princess? It’s bloody awful. It makes me feel like a damsel in distress.”

“And Merlin knows you’re anything but that.” his tone changed a bit and both of you couldn’t figure out why. 

You were quiet for a bit, just watching his facial expression, trying to read him and the situation. “Are you cross with me, Freddie?”

“No.” he replied a bit grumpily. “I’m just saying-” he stopped himself, shutting his eyes and trying to figure out what was happening to him because all he felt was these emotions inside of him, trying to resurface and taking him such effort to keep them inside. 

Because when you did look at him the way you did before, the way your eyelashes batted at him, the way your nose scrunched and the way you moved to him, giving him this feeling of numbness just by your present- it did make him feel weak. It made him feel like the weakest man alive. 

And you saw it. You saw that inside of him, the same look you saw back in the beginning of the year. It made you think god awful thoughts; what if all he wanted was to be with you to play you? But that wasn’t him, that just wasn’t Fred but he did call you all the names he found in the dictionary and showed you that he also isn’t the-

“-nothing.” he mumbled, interrupting your racing thoughts. “We should go back.” 

“Fred.” you spoke softly and like a broken little bird, he turned around. “What’s wrong?” 

And he contemplated, Merlin did he contemplate how to tell you because when you were asleep it all came out so perfectly but now when you were aware of him, aware of what he was saying and acting- how perfectly you read him and his emotions... 

“You make me weak.” he said, lowering his head. “And I hate it.” he continued, causing your heart to sink. He made his way back to you but kept to himself. “And you make me jealous.” he continued, keeping his eyes on the ground. “Especially when you’re with him.” he paused. “And you make me insecure because he is everything I am not and sometimes when I look at you- when I try to tell you or show you that I love you...” he finally looked into your eyes as he said those words, causing your breath to linger in your throat. “...you move yourself away and that hurts. Sometimes- no, all the time when I see you and I think of you and I smile to myself because you are so gorgeous and so precious to me but then I remember that you’re not with me, that you’re with him, that he attracts you and he holds you and he kisses you... and that just hurts.. Loving you hurts.” 

Your eyes were glistened as he said those words to you but not from sorrow, nor pity but for him. They teared up for him. 

Grabbing his hands, cupping them into your own, you pulled them close to your lips and gave them a soft kiss. He simpered. 

“You hurt me too, Freddie.” you pressed his hands on your cheeks as his eyes watched yours. “You flirt with me constantly- like Lord do you know how that wrecks me.” you smiled and so did he. “But all I do is keep myself away and I think you know why.”

“Yeah.” he shuffled his hands so that his were now cupping yours. “But I don’t think like I did six months ago, (y/n). I don’t feel like I did back then. I just know I want to be with you, every day, every night, every morning, every second- I want to kiss you in the morning, show everybody that your my girl- the girl who makes me laugh and happy, the one who constantly teases me and George loves you, Ginny loves you, everybody loves you and you are so hard to not love because-”

“I’m amazing.” you teased, wiggling your eyebrows at him.

“Yes. You’re astounding.” he grabbed your chair and pulled you closer to him, placing his hand on your cheek and gazing into your eyes. “And I wanted to do this for so long.” he said as he pulled you into a kiss, letting his other hand wrap around your waist and pulling you from his chair and onto his lap. 

You let out a small giggle as he did that, making him smile and pull you back into a kiss. His hands held you close to him, pressing you against him so you would never fall back. Your hands, however, lingered on his cheeks, down his neck and into his dense, messy hair. You felt like all the worlds are colliding, like a dream come true, you couldn’t believe he was kissing you- the boy you had loved for so long. 

You pulled away, your fingertips on his cheeks, brushing along his freckles gently as he looked up at you, his eyes filled with adoration and love. “I knew you couldn’t resist me for too long.” you continued to tease as he let out a laugh, nuzzling his head into your neck. 

“No, I really couldn’t.” 

[ushidoux]

A Life Well Lived - Bokuto x Reader (Pt. 1)

Summary: An immortal meets a human she’s meant to care for temporarily. ‘Care for’ and ‘temporarily’ are not well defined. (1.7k words)

Warnings: these will change by chapter, but for this one, I guess alcohol

A/N: Hey yall, it’s your girl starting yet another mini-chapter fic, please bear with me. This popped into my head and I got excited, let me know what you think or if I should continue.

When you gaze upon your human the first time, you’re genuinely surprised. 

He is terribly young, to the point that it shocks you, although you’re not sure you’ve ever really experienced ‘shock.’

You cannot estimate exactly how old he is (from your studies, humans age extremely variably) but from the looks of it, he’s somewhere in his early to mid 20s. He looks healthy and happy too, you note, as you sit perched on a large tree, enhanced vision allowing you to pierce through the very ceiling of the large restaurant in which he’s seated and laughing boisterously while he enjoys a dinner with friends that seem to love him dearly.

You scratch your head before turning to your hovering aide called a Companion, a bouncing bright light not unlike any of the stars that hang above in the night sky. Your Companion is a semi-sentient link to the celestial realm from which you were born and is similar to what humans would call pets, albeit more intelligent and able to quickly provide you information; yours, however, tends to be on the quiet side unless you ask it questions. 

Your first question is to confirm that you are indeed looking at the right human. It would be embarrassing if your instructor found out you had been tagging along behind the wrong subject the entire time, leaving your true human defenseless, but you couldn’t say it was the first time it had happened in the history of GA training. Guardian Angel trainees weren’t always selected for promotion strictly based off of their attentiveness, even if it was a crucial requirement for the job. 

<< Companion, am I surveilling the right human? >> You ask, tentatively. Your lips don’t form words, but rather think thoughts that the Companion understands. The light seems to glow a brighter gold then retreats to its normal luminance before replying to your question.

<< Bokuto Koutaro is the one you have been bonded to. Your eyes rest on the correct subject. >>

You frown. It’s not a good thing to have a young subject as a trainee. Trainees work on stints of two to three years maximum, which means that this young man, so full of life and cheer, will not be long for this world if you truly are meant to be his keeper. The fact is a bit upsetting, but you remember that this is the nature of the role you were created to fill. Two years, ten years, twenty years of life was not very much time in the grand scheme of things, anyway. Mortals live relatively short lives regardless.

The moon above you is full, and you continue to watch him carefully in the light, still settled weightlessly on the same tree branch and humming quietly to yourself as the night progresses. He’s drunk, you realize once he finally leaves the building, and a young man whose name he mumbles intermittently - Akaashi, is it? - is all but carrying him into a cab and leading him home. You giggle as Koutaro burps loudly into Akaashi’s face while he attempts to push him into the vehicle. 

Humans are so funny.

When the car starts to leave, you stretch out your wings and glide through the dim sky, your Companion besides you, to follow your human to his home. 

It turns out to be a short trip towards a modestly sized apartment building, and Koutaro stumbles out and makes his way safely to the elevator and all the way up until his front door. He struggles to find his key card in his wallet, which he drops more than once, but eventually he makes his way in. You notice a couple of loose bills he drops on the ground and decide to pick them up for him and drop them on his kitchen counter. 

Koutaro does not take off his shoes at the door, but he kicks them off right before he collapses onto his couch instead of his bed, and they go flying in your direction, you phasing in and out of your physical form just in time so that they don’t hit you square in the chest. You think that you probably shouldn’t stay in this form, but you’re bored of floating and sit instead on his kitchen counter.

He falls asleep almost instantly, laid on his belly and snoring loudly, one arm dangling off of the couch.

You’re surprised he can slip out of consciousness that quickly, but he really is quite inebriated. Usually at this time, you can give yourself a little break and allow your Companion to monitor for any sudden changes while you find something else to do to pass the time other than stare at him, but instead you watch him sleep a little longer.

The young man is fascinating. Granted, you haven’t had experience with tons of humans before this, but he’s notable. First of all, he’s larger in frame than the average human, and his hair is an unusual color and shape. His eyes, when open, are gold like your Companion, and his smile is warm. 

His snore is really quite loud though, but suddenly it stops and for a moment you are nervous he’s stopped breathing. You go over to check and roll him onto his back, not bothering to shroud yourself in invisibility immediately thereafter because there’s absolutely no way he’ll wake up with how soundly he’s asleep.

Until he does.

Bokuto’s golden eyes shoot open in the dark, and suddenly he’s staring right at you, and those same eyes become wide like saucers.

He gasps and you gasp, and immediately out of panic, you disappear.

You jump up in the air, letting your wings flap once to create distance between you, even though his frantically searching eyes can no longer see you now that you’ve shrouded yourself from view, and you watch him sober up immediately as he tries to come to terms with what he just saw.

He flips on all the lights, looking frantically for the spirit appearing like a young woman who just hovered mere inches from his face, and his heart is pounding - you can hear it from here - while you continue to float, unsure if you should leave him alone for now and escape back to your realm.

You’ve royally fucked up. Maybe he’ll forget because he’s drunk, you hope, biting your lip.

Instead, he calls a friend.

“There’s a ghost in my room!” He yells. Your ears are tuned to the other end of the phone where you can hear a groggy, exasperated voice remind him that it’s 3am and hang up the phone promptly. It’s the same friend from earlier; it seems like his fright today is not out of the realm of his usual antics.

Bokuto looks absolutely panicked now and sits back on the couch, legs pulled into his chest. You wonder if he’ll actually die from fright, so pale he now seems as he looks around, unable to sleep.

Maybe you take a little bit of pity on him, because you turn off your Companion who helps you but also monitors your every move, and decide disaffectedly to break the rules again. It’s only meant to be for a moment, just to assuage his fears, and you drop yourself back to the ground and reveal yourself.

“Don’t be afraid,” you say in a small, gentle voice, as you stand before him. “... I’m not a ghost.”

You’re not exactly sure what more to say after that. The young man’s eyes are wide, incredibly wide again, and his mouth takes the form of an O as he takes you in.

Your wings are not very large but they’re not small either and they’re untucked, and you realize he’s staring at those rather than your face.

“... Angel?!” He exclaims.

You nod, perhaps too solemnly, and he looks like he’s about to faint.

“I’m dying, aren’t I? I’m fucking dying! I drank too much and I’m fucking dead! I’m dead, I’m dead, I’m dead!” He is now wailing, no longer looking at you, but burying his face in the couch cushions dramatically. 

You approach slowly, not sure what to do with a crying human, and he gets up suddenly and looks at you pitifully.

“Heaven or hell?”

“What?” You repeat, and he doesn’t seem phased by the fact that you, a stranger with wings and a halo are speaking to him, but rather that his life is coming to an end.

“Am I going to hell? I think I shoplifted once when I was a kid… Some grapes! I stole some grapes and I’m going to hell for that, aren’t I?!”

His lower lip is quivering and he’s waiting for an answer, but before you can speak, he is wailing again.

“Give me another chance!!! I didn’t know better and I was hungry!”

You’re stunned, and then a little flustered. For goodness’ sake...

“Y-you’re not dying!” You finally exclaim.

He’s back in sorts for just a moment, and blinks, looking at you with surprise.

“I’m not?”

Not yet, anyway, you think. You clear your throat.

“I-I’m your guardian angel.”

As soon as that comes out of your mouth, you wince, because you already know that you’re breaking too many rules at once, even if your Companion is turned off and can’t report you. You’re not exactly sure why you’re telling him the truth like this in the first place, but the sight of the crying human gets to you, especially since you feel bad for what is yet to come for him.

Before you know it, he’s reached out for you surprisingly fast, and to your shock, he now holds your face in his hands. His hands are large, gentle and warmer than anything you’ve ever felt in your life. You can hear his heartbeat through his palms. It pounds.

You don’t have a heart, but if you did, you think it would have stopped. There’s a split second of wonder that you detect from his golden eyes as he drinks your face in, confirming that you are indeed real and he is not dreaming. Even in the dark, you can see redness form on his cheeks anew, still from the alcohol that he consumed too freely hours earlier. Probably.

It occurs to you that something again is very wrong, this feeling of doom that seems to arise from inside you, even though you are immortal and this is a human destined to die.

He’s too bold. There’s too much intensity in his eyes.

You fade into nothingness and disappear for the night.

[ultimatetornshipper]

Daminette December Day 6

@daminette-december2019-2020

Oh what’s this? Two chapters in a row from Marinette’s pov? Sorry just couldn’t help myself, like I just had to man

Hope yall enjoy it~

Princes and Pedestals

Chapter 6 – Comfort

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Marinette didn’t sleep that night.

Sure, negotiations had gone wonderfully and she, Cass and Steph had spent the afternoon discussing everything from fighting stances to Stephanie’s potential wedding dress. They hung out with Ivy again and went to the beach to pick up shells.

Most of the day's activities were Stephanie’s ideas but Cass and Marinette also enjoyed them. Now and then Jason and Dick would join them or Cass would go to do something or another, but Steph was practically attached to Marinette’s hip. She smiled, Alya and Chloe would be jealous.

She had fun, but when night fell and everyone had retired to their bedrooms, there was nothing to distract her from the memories.

His smile and the sparkle in his eyes when he was up to good mocked her whenever she closed her eyes. Reminding her that she’d never see them again.

When the birds started singing she’d given up trying to sleep. Marinette stood and for the last time she put on one of her black dresses. She put her hair in a single braid down her back and put on a practical pair of boots with it.

She stared at the silver necklace he gave her a month after they met. She hadn’t worn it since her week in isolation after he died. She'd kept it with her whenever she travelled but she’d never had the strength to wear it again.

She picked it up. On the silver chain hung an oval shaped emerald.

To remind you of me when I’m not with you, Bugaboo.

With shaking hands she tied it around her neck. It felt right to wear it this one last time.

She took a deep breath, she needed to be alone today, being around other people wasn’t something she had the energy for.

She eyed Tikki, still asleep on one of the many pillows on the bed. She loved her kwami dearly, but... she wasn’t in the mood for company.

She stood and walked over to where her writing supplies lie on the table. She quickly wrote a note for Tikki asking her to tell anyone who came looking for her that she was safe and that she’d be back by nightfall.

Satisfied, she grabbed her coat and her knife in its scabbard and made her way downstairs to the kitchen. She didn’t want to eat, but she needed the energy if she was going to be out all day.

When she got there the staff were busy preparing the meals of the day, the smells made her stomach rumble.

She didn’t really know who to approach or what to do but before she could worry about it too much a middle aged man with red hair approached her, he wore an apron and gave her a slight smile, “You the Guardian?”

“Yes, that would be me,” she answered, before she could figure out how to ask for a basket of food or something similar he chuckled lightly.

“Your Majesty, Alfred said you might show up, he asked me to give you this and to tell you Bluebell is saddled up for you in the stables. He also said that George left a saddle bag in her stable for you,” he turned around and picked up a basket and a thick looking basket, handing them to her.

She stared at the objects in surprise, “How did he...?” she started, not even knowing how to phrase the question.

He seemed to know what she meant, though, and just shrugged, “He just does that sometimes. We’ve learned not to question it,” amusement shinning in his eyes, he continued, “But if you’ll excuse me, I really need to get back to work,”

“Please, don’t let me stop you and uh... thank you,” she said lifting the basket slightly.

She turned out of the kitchen and a small wave of homesickness surprised her. Nathaniel also always knew what you needed before you did, helpfully supplying it before you could even phrase the question.

It was an ability all of Duusu's holders had, knowing how to take care of people and enjoying the act of doing so.

She made her way to the stables as the first rays of dawn started lighting the sky. Small rocks and sticks crunched between her boots and the cobblestone.

The fresh, chilly morning air motivated her to don her coat. When she got to the barn she saw a young dapple grey horse saddled up in her stable. The name on the door said ‘Bluebell’.

“Hey girl,” Marinette held her hand out and petted her. She opened the door and attached the saddle bag to the saddle, putting the blanket in it. She tied the medium sized basket to Bluebell’s back the way she’d been taught since it distributed the weight best.

She lead her out and once they were outside she climbed onto her back. She lightly kicked Bluebell’s sides and made her way to the forest.

She followed the well trodden path through it for an hour, while the sun slowly rose over their heads. Eventually, they reached a beautiful meadow. The path continued on, but Marinette was hungry and wanted to stop and eat.

A river ran through the clearing. The woods stretched out the other side of it. In the distance she could see the range of mountains they’d passed on their journey to Gotham.

She took out the blanket and spread it out. Then she removed and opened the basket. Inside she found all her favorite foods, as well as a bundle that contained apples, carrots and sugar cubes for Bluebell.

She allowed the horse to roam free, but she never wandered far. Marinette ate a few grapes, a small bun of bread and a few bites of cheese.

She gave Bluebell an apple and a sugar cube. The rest she rewrapped in the cloths she got them in. She removed the charcoal and parchment in the basket that Alfred had added for her to sketch with. It was a nice surprise; she wouldn’t have thought of including it.

She wasn’t sure when she started talking to Bluebell but eventually she found herself telling the horse everything, from the moment she met him to her initial thoughts. She told her about things she hadn’t thought of in ages.

She told her about how his favorite color was blue and his favorite season winter. She told her about how hard he'd tried to hide it when he started realizing he was getting sick.

She told her about how weak his grip had gotten towards the end and how it taken every piece of her self control not to take his ring and wish it all away.

She wasn’t sure when she started crying but before long her cheeks were wet and she was sobbing as she spoke of the memories and the pain and just how tired she was.

And when she was done she realized that it was already afternoon. She fed Bluebell some more, even though she’d grazed for most of the day, then she packed everything onto Bluebell.

As she rode back she felt as though a massive weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Today she’d found something in Bluebell’s presence that she hadn’t experienced for the longest time.

Bluebell didn’t have expectations of her, she was a horse, she didn’t put her on a pedestal like everyone else, to her she was just another human.

Maybe some people would find it funny that she’d found comfort in a horse, but Marinette couldn’t bring herself to care.

It was dark when she got back, she unsaddled Bluebell and brushed her.

She dropped the basket and blanket off at the kitchen and asked the staff to pass on her thanks to Alfred.

She made her way back to her room, passing the sitting room, just as Dick was exiting it. His eyes widened when he saw her.

He looked incredibly relieved, “Guys, I found her!” he called out, then made his way over to her, worry still evident on his face.

“Marinette are you alright? We were so worried,” he took her hand and seemed to be checking her over for injuries.

She frowned, had Tikki not told them that she was going out?

Steph suddenly appeared next to her, along with Jason, Cass and Damian.

Steph pushed Dick away from her, “She’s fine, Dick, you’re invading her space. I told you that Tikki said she’d be out,”

Stephanie’s hand rested on her shoulder. But she didn’t miss the way the girl’s gaze had caught on Marinette’s red rimmed eyes, along with the black rings under them, that clearly indicated that she hadn’t slept.

All the others still seemed intent on making sure she was fine for themselves, some less discreetly than others.

Jason took her cloak off before she even realized it and had folded it, asking a passing maid to wash it and fix the tears she hadn’t noticed.

Dick kept asking questions, but she zoned him out almost immediately.

Cass steered her towards a couch in the living room, and held her hand tightly, while studying her.

Damian was frowning at her muddied boots and a tear or two in her dress. It was an old dress, she was sure none of the tears were new, but she also had a feeling that wouldn’t ease his worry.

Stephanie started arguing with Dick, telling him to leave her alone and that she was clearly fine, though it seemed like she didn’t completely believe the words herself. She wasn’t the only one though, everyone looked worried.

Marinette was surprised, sure her court cared for her. But they never worried or asked questions about where she’d been, they trusted that if she looked fine she was.

So this, this was new.

She found that she didn’t mind too much. Well, she didn’t mind it in general. Right now, however, she was tired and emotionally drained and would rather explain everything later.

“Do you want me to take you back to your room?” Damian whispered from behind her, most of the others were too caught up in their own conversations to notice.

She turned around and met his gaze. Accept this time, she didn’t flinch. He seemed surprised too, maybe talking to Bluebell had done her more good than she’d realized.

She gave him a tired smile and nodded. He studied her for a moment more before looking up and glaring at his siblings.

“That is enough,” he said evenly, “She is clearly tired. If she so wishes, she will tell us what happened tomorrow. Now, I will be escorting her to her room so that she can get some rest,”

Most of his siblings stared at him in shock, while Cass smiled approvingly. Marinette stood and took Damian’s offered arm. He escorted her out of the room.

When they got to the hallway Plagg flew out and gave her a sad smile, “Hi, pigtails,”

She softly smiled back as they walked, “Hey, Plagg,”

He landed on her shoulder and whispered in her ear, “You should have seen him freaking out when you were missing. A true black cat, overthinking everything when it comes to their bug. He'll do well,”

He then curled into her neck and purred, she hadn’t missed the sad tone in his voice. Plagg was still grieving, it would take time before he’d truly bond with Damian.

She looked at the boy walking next to her, he seemed to be lost in thought, but he glanced at her every now and then, as though he was checking to make sure she was still there.

She spotted the ring on his finger, reminded of what Plagg said, she decided to break the silence.

“I'm sorry if I scared you guys, I figured Tikki and the note would be enough assurance,” she said softly, turning her head to look at him.

He glanced back at her, and she saw his gaze catching on her red rimmed eyes, “She showed us the note, but those have been faked in the past to hurt us before and we don’t know what your handwriting looks like, a lot of people have been known to target us and those we’re involved with, so we’re a bit paranoid,”

Suddenly she understood their reaction, they thought she might’ve been captured and her note was planted to buy the kidnappers time.

“I didn’t realize that. Though, in future, you should know that you would’ve been able to tell if something was wrong through the miraculous, thanks to Plagg and Tikki's connection,” she said, smiling at him, “Thank you, though, I’m not used to people worrying about me,”

He looked at her in surprise, but his voice was even when he spoke, “How so?”

She shrugged and looked forward again, “People tend to overestimate me,”

What an understatement. Everyone seemed to think she was practically invulnerable. Well, except for Damian and his siblings apparently.

She felt him tense slightly, he seemed to be pretty protective of her already. He had resonated quicker with Plagg than she anticipated.

They walked the rest of the way to her room in a comfortable silence.

When they finally got there he opened her door, but before she could go in he took her hand. She turned her attention to him and he studied her for a moment, clearly hesitant.

“Goodnight, Marinette,” he said softly, staring into her eyes, gaze searching.

She stared back at him and gave him a small smile, “Goodnight Damian,”

That night she slept better than she had in years.

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[writeblrfantasy]

excerpt from a council of golden swords: tattooed cairic king

planned this scene weeks ago, forgot about it, enjoyed writing it immensely. poor kayani, they're so in love

anyway i hope you love this as much as i loved writing it, acogs has been kicking my ass this week and this was a nice battle won

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Asma crosses her arms. “Take off your shirt.”

Kayani chokes on their own saliva. “What?”

“I’m going to paint you. Take off your shirt.”

Kayani stares at her, open mouthed, a thousand indignities resting on their lips. Asma taps her foot, paintbrush held between two fingers, frowning impatiently. No excuse, no argument, no plea will ever sway her. She is unmovable.

Kayani stares at the floor and loosens the laces of their shirt before whipping it off. They ball it up and stand there holding it until she snatches it from them and tosses it on the sofa. “Sit on the stool,” she says, “and for Cai’s sake, stop looking so stiff. Actually look like you want to be here. You don’t even have to smile. Just look a little less queasy.”

Queasy for a different reason, Kayani thinks, but obediently sits on the wooden stool in the center of the red, blue, and gold room. The yearly trip west, spent in close quarters with almost all of the Cairic army, has driven the modesty out of them, but everything is different with Asma.

She sits on the ottoman and drags her easel closer to her, a tray of paint pools sitting beside her on the sofa. The easel legs scraping against the floor makes Kayani startle. “Relax,” she orders in a tone that’s anything but relaxing.

Kayani folds their hands and tries not to slouch. The hairs that itch when they fall into their eyes will be the least of their worries over the next few hours. Why else would Asma paint them shirtless if not just to torment them?

Once Asma has everything apparently set up to her standard, she looks up and rakes her eyes over Kayani’s torso. Her breath hitches. “You have so many tattoos. I forgot you would.” Her voice disturbs the quiet of the room, breaking a sacred peace, or however peaceful the two of them alone can get.

“Isn’t that why you wanted to paint me shirtless?” Kayani asks. “Why else would you?”

She hides her face behind the canvas and doesn’t bother with an answer. Kayani prepares for a long set of hours filled with waiting, an aching back, and keeping their walls firmly up.

After ten minutes of silence, Asma working quietly, she asks, “What does that one on your chest mean?”

Kayani resists the urge to look down and earn themself their first don’t move, idiot. They could trace the lines of the * in the darkness, in their sleep. “The death of my mother.”

She gasps. “You got tattooed when you were just a child?”

They shrug. “I’ve known some babies who got tattooed after birth because of a difficult or scary pregnancy, complications that should’ve killed them. Parents, too. We use our tattoos to cope with many things, many emotions, but prominently grief. For many people, the experience itself of sitting there for ten hours while a needle pokes into your skin—it helps.”

“By enduring pain?” Asma asks.

Kayani shrugs. “Some people find solace in pain. It’s something real they can grip onto.”

“That’s the funny thing,” Asma says, peering out from over the canvas. “It isn’t.”

Kayani’s eyes drift to the tattoo on her forearm, she follows their gaze and pulls her sleeve down. Kayani remembers it all too painfully well—her poorly stifled tears and cries while getting it, their own desire to comfort her squashed by the hatred in her eyes. It’s their fault she has it.

“What about that one?” she asks, gesturing to the wings covering their shoulders.

“Are you asking because you’re genuinely curious,” Kayani asks, “or just trying to fill the air?” They want to poke further into her reasoning, but they don’t want her to change her mind and throw them out. Alone time with Asma is bliss as much as it’s torture, and they’ll take every last bit of it.

“I got the wings one year after becoming king,” Kayani says. “To celebrate not being assassinated.”

She snorts. “Get better guards.”

“I am my own best guard besides Ajar and Samad. I didn’t want to trust anyone else. The palace guards on rotation can only do so much against an assassin hired by someone who was angry I became king and not my sister.”

Asma rolls her eyes, the soft strokes of her brush soothing to listen to against the faint chatter of birds. “And the one on your back?”

“You’re not painting that one. You can’t even see it right now.”

“Answer the question, dimwit.”

Kayani grins. As much as they love to nag Nikolai about being attracted to the ones who seemingly want nothing to do with you, they’re no less guilty. “I got the first part done after I survived the Trials.” After healing up upon their return, they went straight to the royal tattoo artist. They knew exactly what they wanted: Ajar and Samad standing side by side, blue eyes pointed to the moon.

The two of them are right outside—if Kayani’s quiet, they can hear them scratching at the door—but an ache for them runs through their chest regardless. Sometimes they’re convinced the three of them share a soul.

“I would’ve gotten the outlining done before I left for the Trials for good luck and gotten it filled in after I came back, but I didn’t want to deal with unnecessary pain. I got the second part added on after I came back from my first trip west with the army. That time, I did do it in two halves for good luck, like many of my soldiers.”

Going to get those outlines and later the full lines done with their soldiers had been one of the most rewarding experiences of their life. Sitting beside ten others in a salon, all laughing or grimacing or telling stories to work through the pain reminded them that they could still mix with normal people. Winning the Trials didn’t make them special in the soldiers’ eyes, and Kayani liked it that way.

Their second back tattoo consisted of a light brown stag leaping across the center of their back, over the dogs. “Each trip after was another add on.” They’ve since added a grassy field for the stag and the dogs to rest in, stars for the moon, flowers and sparkles in a mix of reds and browns.

“Your entire body will be covered by the time you die,” Asma says.

“That’s the goal.”

As the hours go by, Asma asks, and this? What about this? That one? What are the ones I can’t see? Kayani answers her every question, shares every story, every memory. They don’t tell her about the one on the back of their ankle, small enough to miss. A golden paintbrush.

Finally, when the sun is halfway to setting and Kayani’s lower half has gone numb, Asma announces she’s done. Kayani wobbles to their feet toward the canvas, but she picks it up before they can see it. They sigh quietly but don’t question it—until she turns around.

She’s painted them in a background more heavily red than the wallpaper behind them. It brings out the red in Kayani’s tattoos, which are obviously the star of her painting. The edges of Kayani’s muscles are blurred, but the lines of the tattoos are as clear and sharp as they are on their skin. Their eyes are halfway open, tired, and Asma captured their faint smile at something she said, maybe some memory that took them away.

The sun from the glass wall behind them drips golden light onto light brown skin, a glowing backdrop for the tattoos. Kayani sat with their left forearm up, right hand holding that wrist, but Asma painted the opposite to hide the tattoo there.

Kayani has never had the eye for beautiful artwork, nor the time to study why people devote their lives to it, but this makes them reconsider. Not because it’s them, of course, they’re not that vain. Because it’s Asma.

“I will call it ‘Tattooed Cairic King’,” Asma says. Kayani can’t take their eyes off her nonchalant expression, the casual way her fingers grip the canvas. She completed this in a day and she acts like she’s holding a piece of cheap furniture. Doesn’t she know all of her artwork will be studied meticulously after her death merely because she’s a queen?

Not just because she’s a queen, Kayani thinks. Because she’s an incredible artist. They wish they had the courage to say so, but knowing Asma, she’d make some crack about their narcissism.

“Where are you going to hang that one?” they ask. “Which guest room or dining hall or office will get the pleasure of seeing my tattoos?

She fixes them with a look. “My suite wall.”

The floor seems to swim under them.

“I thought you hated me,” they manage. “As you pointed out, last time we were together you told me to never come into your sight again.” They gesture to the canvas. “I think that violates your rule.”

For once, Asma’s silence seems to be because of her loss of words, not dramatic pause or the bother of answering a question. “It’s some of my finest work,” she settles on. “I’d like to admire it often. Let people admire it when I’m dead.” She closes her eyes and runs her finger along the top of the canvas. “Also, I’d like to do your back sometime."

“What?” Kayani sputters.

“Oh, come on. If you can survive a needle pricking your skin for ten hours, you can survive sitting still for another six.”

That’s not the problem, Kayani thinks, but only nods. Cai have mercy.

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kayani being shook by asma's ability to Art is me @ all the talented artists here yall rock

also if you noticed the tsoa inspiration for "and this?" then props to u

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[yixxes]

Bad Timing | p.p.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1k

Summary: Peter tries to tell you how he feels about you, but the bad timing and a misunderstanding derails his plan.

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“We broke up,” you sobbed into the receiver. “Again. It’s for good this time and I... I don’t know what to do.”

You’d made phone calls in the past with those exact same words before, but something inside you told you that this time was different. You two had broken up, alright, but the way that you two fell off this time was different from the other times. You both said things that couldn’t be taken back and a choice was made that completely obliterated any remaining shot at being in a happy relationship.It was over.

“Peter,” you whined helplessly. “please come.” He came every other time and you were really hoping that he wasn’t too busy to show. Your heart was completely broken and while Peter couldn’t fully fix it, you knew that being around your best friend would do wonders for the crap feelings that you were going through. “I really don’t wanna be alone, okay, I... please come.”

Like the incredible best friend that Peter was, he showed up, post-breakup care package in hand and a sympathetic frown on his face. You watched movies and you ate, you talked and Peter listened, you cried and he held you until you stopped. It always hurt him more than you knew to see you crying like this over some jerk who didn’t even deserve you in the first place. Your ex, Noah, didn’t know how to treat such a great girl, or any girl for that matter. He lied, he was arrogant, he didn’t give you the love, the time, and the attention that you deserved. The love, the time, and the attention that Peter just knew that he could give to you if you ever decided that you felt the same way about him that he felt about you. As if.

Well, a few months later, the two of you started getting a lot closer. You spent a lot more time than usual hanging out to keep yourself in good spirits post-breakup, and something noticeably shifted in your friendship. You stopped holding pinkies and started holding hands, you hugged for longer amounts of time, and you kissed him on the cheek a lot more than you used to.... even kissed on the lips once or twice, but who was counting? Peter was, and it was five times. You were really starting to see him differently. 

The shift turned into an unspoken thing and the both of you really thought that it could turn into an official thing once one of you got up the nerve to ask the other about it. You considered it from time to time, but you always ended up deciding against it. As time progressed, though, Peter stopped finding reasons to wait. He was unbelievably shy and completely terrified of rejection, but he trusted you enough as his best friend to reject him gently and refuse to let it cause any awkwardness between the both of you if you decided that you didn’t want to be with him. The fear of rejection was a killer.. but you were beyond worth it to Peter. He was crazy in love with you and damn it, he just had to tell you. 

‘Hey’ he texted once. 

‘you busy? i kind of wanted to talk to you about something..’ he sent straight after the first one. There. Delivered... and it stayed on delivered for the next. Three. Hours. 

Peter couldn’t wait anymore. Despite his best efforts to talk himself out of going over to your place, he ended up on the doorstep of your apartment, taking a few deep breaths before knocking on your door. He didn’t wanna seem desperate, but here he was anyways. Best to get the hard part out of the way instead of sitting around and letting it eat at him.

He thought that the hard part would be getting the words out, or finding the words to begin with. Nope.

The hardest part started when you opened the door and started acting funny.

“Peter!” Something was wrong. Your eyes were wide and you looked... caught. The way that you pulled the door closer to you rather than opening it wider for him to come in and the way that your expression changed. “What are you doing here?”

“I texted you two hours ago.. is everything okay?”

You dismissed his question with a laugh but it sounded as fake and nervous as it actually was. “Yeah, everything’s good, but do you think we can talk later? Something came up, and I can’t really-”

“You know that I have no idea how to bake and you still totally ditched me back in the-” Noah rounded the corner, complaining about what you assumed was yet another baking fail when he saw you standing at the door with Peter who was standing about a foot away from you. Noah picked up on the incredibly visible frustration and dejection on Peter’s face and smiled in amusement. He liked Peter about as much as Peter liked him. You may have been oblivious to Peter’s long term feelings for you, but he wasn’t. He always knew and he hated it. 

“Kitchen..” he finished, walking up behind you and opening the door up wide enough for him to fully see Peter. “What’s up, Parker? Why don’t you come in? We’re just having a little fun.”

Your heart sunk with the way that Peter was looking at you and you could’ve choked Noah, you were so mad at him. He made it sound so suggestive, but it truly wasn’t what it looked like. Not exactly anyway.. “P, I swear, I can explain.” 

To say that he felt foolish was a gross understatement. He actually believed that you were done with this clown, he held your hand, he kissed you. He let you lead him to believe that you liked him too. It’d be easy to blame you and to be pissed at you (and he probably would be later) but this one was on him. It was his mistake. You were such a beautiful liar when it came to Noah and he should’ve known that by now.

He had no words for how he felt, so he shook his head, filled to the brim with shame and embarrassment, and got out of your sight as fast as he could.

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 A/N: uh,,, it’s been a min, so I’m gonna tag a few mutuals, hope yall don’t mind @sunflowerhollands​ @etoileholland​ @peterspideysstuff​ @xoxohollands​ @spidey-reids-2003​

Pt 2

[redxblueihateloveyou]

Ok so I've been stalking your blog for the past couple of hrs after seeing your TadaAi posts (I'm drowning in the period drama that is this ship) and I find you ship Tododeku and rinharu (god i can't stand bakudeku and makoharu) and seems like we share a lot of our views on fandom and ships probably because we're older (I'm 22). Followed and looking forward to your input in the future!

Also you might've given me the motivation to finish watching Free! XD

Hehe yay, please, we need more ppl in our “house of oldies”, make yourself at home lol. And we share a lot of ships?! Even better <3

I knooow, I can’t believe we’ve got a gay “master who fell in love with his servant” ship in the anime, just what I needed for my idiotic collection lmao

But also these two have too much going on between them, so much wasted potential in my opinion, it’d be so interesting to explore (but sadly no xD), they were still the only interesting thing for me lolz. I love complicated morons, who became the victims of a huge unrequited requited love misunderstanding, bc they’re insecure morons lmao and they just have 2 of my fav ships vibes, so it’s probably mostly this haha. 

Oh, I’m inputting *wink wink*, can’t wait to finish the vid, I’m having too much fun with it. I’ve just literally spent several minutes trying to get whether I’ve put Tadashi’s sexy mole in the right distance from his eye in the “him moaning on the table” manip lolz. What can I say... I picked the best hobby, with all the support I’m getting with my vids, I’m living a dream xD

You know, I think I’ve said it before, but when it comes to bakudeku, I at least understand what ppl hope to see there and why, but like.. it’s just not happenning. Also imagining Bakugou lovingly hugging Midoriya is just so OOC I start laughing all the time. And whatever ppl say, in any ship whether they’re enemies or rivals or anything, if you can’t imagine them being tender with each other, smth is not right in my opinion. Also once again, who needs idiotic bleating Midoriya, idk. I’m just tired of the endless “die, deku/out of my way” yelling, I like watching Bakugou going to parties and amusement parks and doing silly stuff, too. Like I’ve said before, pride won’t ever let him change the way he behaves with Midoriya, even when they’re doing “great”. If he was the one, it wouldn’t have mattered, no matter how tough you are, and it wouldn’t take that long. I also don’t think they’re that kind of relationship, like they move each other for sure, sometimes, yeah (not always in a good way tho), but be together in a relationships? Can’t imagine that. Like not all rivals have the rivals to lovers dynamic, no matter what ppl say. But I get the shipping, bc 1stly these two are playing too huge of a role in each other’s lives, 2ndly Midoriya is obsessed with him and Bakugou obsessed with him too (just in a bad way lmao) and 3rd ppl want that “enemies to lovers” dynamic, since many love it (me included, when it done right and progresses right), so they’re trying to write that “to lovers” bridge, that just doesn’t fit here in my opinion, simply bc Bakugou won’t be soft with Midoriya, like ever in a way, you’d want, and I don’t think it’s possible for them to go there.

Tododeku on the other hand, 1stly they also play too huge of a role in each other’s lives, 2ndly Midoriya is obsessed with him too and Todoroki is lovingly obsessed with him in return, 3rdly they are also rivals to lovers, and I have no problem imagining the second part, it won’t be OOC, 4thly Midoriya when he’s with Todoroki is my fav Midoriya, he’s happy, he is cocooned and he’s badass af (and like when he told Endeavor to fuck off or yelled at Todoroki “the fuck are u doing?” xD are still the best), 5thly Midoriya forgets about Bakugou, when he’s with Todoroki a lot and it’s just funny to me, 6thly they healed each other so nicely, I can’t not be into that, 7thly when they’re together I have like 0 worries, idk I’m like “he will catch him” anyways haha, Bakudeku just don’t give me this vibe. It’s like yeah, they won’t let each other die, but it’s always this chaos of “out of my way”, “I don’t want your help” and “let me punch you before I punch the villain” that I’m just “oh for god’s sake, pls bring in Kirishima and Todoroki so we could just go home, it could’ve been solved in 2 minutes” lmao. Etc, etc.

Tododeku just have too many winning points over bakudeku for me, same with kiribaku over bakudeku, even tho I 100% get bakudeku as a ship ofc. Also idk whether things would be different if Todoroki wouldn’t exist in the equation, but the moment I saw that s2 scene where Bakugou started yelling and Todoroki just ignored him and was like “was Midoriya always this good?”, there was no going back to me XD. Like they both obviously see that Midoriya is wonderful, but only one reacted to that in a way that I wanted. And I’m a sucker for the ships who don’t give a fuck and like “yeah, I find him amazing and everyone should know that”. Todoroki is also one of those guys, who if you give them the much needed love, they’ll return it tenfold with a forever devotion. And all of my fav ships are like that: Yullen, Rinharu, Mikayuu, Wangxian, Akakuro, etc. They’re like “well, I ain’t an idiot to let someone this precious go”, you know lol

On the other hand, when it comes to Kirishima, Bakugou can do all kind of ridiculous thing I wouldn’t imagine he would do to keep him or make him happy, you know. Kirishima is also the only one, who can put his arm around Bakugou without it being cut off, so I don’t make the rules here lol.

So it’s not like I can’t stand bakudeku, more of like can’t imagine this work, to me it’s easier to imagine todobaku in a relationships, but not bakudeku lolz.

But when it comes to makoharu, I just have a huge problem with it and I will never get it. Bc they don’t bring anything good in each other like AT ALL, I don’t even understand what kind of relationships this is from their shipper point of view; they give each other nothing, and one of them is totally in love with someone else and wants a future with him. And that someone also head over heals with him and also wants a future with him. And I hate how 99,9 % of mh fans don’t give a fuck about Haru or Rin whatsoever and just ignore their character’s everything. Bc Makoto. I’m also like if you love him so much, the fuck would you want him to be with Haru anyways, dude doesn’t reciprocate, like at all. I’m at confusion, like name good points of this ship and what good can they do for each other characteristically. There is none, it’s like a damn swamp. Like usually I can give my notp some points, but this is like... they’re both no good for each other... like... why would anyone even want this idk. Don’t tell me “for the childhood friends” one-sided dynamic, like why won’t you also ship Shion with Safu then, like even he seemed more invested in that, than Haru in makoharu lol.

Even if you think of them from the point of view of “the two who are always walking together” ships, that are everywhere nowdays (even tho since Haru moved to Tokyo, he was always with Asahi instead), but even if... those kind of ships are usually at least make each happy and are enough for each other. Haru on the other hand, when he doesn’t have Rin, he is walking with Makoto like a ghost, not even caring if he’s talking next to him AND he’s getting ennoyed by him. Like explain, how someone’s shipping them romantically. It’s been showed like 20 times, that with Rin, but without Makoto, he can be perfectly happy, without Rin tho, he never is.

Also someone explain, what exactly is the point of splitting up two characters, who are happy together, make each other the best versions of themselves and want to be together whole-heartedly? Like I know many start shipping smth, bc the relationships are better in the other pairing, for example, but this is like... definitely not the case here. Like what exactly is missing in rinharu, that makoharu has? Lack of progression and mutual inspiration?

So yes, if you’re into rinharu, totally finish Free! They’re like doing sooo incredible and holy shit they’re inspiring, I mean, look, they’re now the tokyo olympics ambassadors, like how many of yall gay ships reached that? you can’t miss out on them, and also they’re so hilariously romantic, they literally made a wish to swim with each other since they were 13 and did everything to get each other there, I’m.. you’re lying, if you didn’t cry watching them as chibies making wishes on a star and watching them now. One of the most wonderful development in my opinion. Like who would’ve thought back in s1, that we’ll get Haru yelling on top of Rin about how he made him want a future with him, def not me lmao and now all the olympics boyfriends fanfiction are true, I mean, idk what to say anymore. I miss them so much, I can’t wait for the movie :D

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meeting the mother

summary: john b. meets your mom for the first time as your boyfriend and he’s starting to have his doubts.

warnings: mentions of death (it’s not that serious tho) and typos, probably.

notes: yall im sorry i didn’t proofread this. also this was a request, so anon, i hope you like it! 

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“It’ll be fine, John B,” you coaxed, reaching out for his hand. He demeanor had changed when you brought up the subject of meeting your mother for the first time as boyfriend and girlfriend, and while he knew this day would come, that didn’t make him any less nervous. 

“I want to talk her, I really do,” he said. “I’m just nervous.” You kissed the back of his hand and met his gaze. The both of you were laying in the hammock sitting outside of the Chateau, listening to the natural sounds of the night. The sun had just set and you couldn’t think of a better way to spend your free time. Your head was perched on John B’s chest and he wasn’t shy about stealing kisses from you. 

“You have every right to be,” you reassured. “But my mom’s been asking about you and, I don’t know, I thought now would be a good time since everything’s calmed down.” 

John B. stayed silent for a moment. As the summer was coming to an end, he thought about the adventures his friends embarked on and the most important one: asking you to be his girlfriend. He had spent a year pining after you and ignoring JJ’s pleas to ask “ask you out already,” but with his help, he was able to overcome the fear of rejection. He was just glad that you liked him too. 

“Baby?” you asked, bringing him out of his daydream. John B. looked down at you and tiredly, pressing his lips to your forehead. 

“Okay,” he agreed. You smiled wordlessly and tucked yourself deeper into his side, letting your eyes fall heavier by the second. 

The next morning, you had let your mom know that John B. was going to be coming around for dinner. Despite being a full bred and born Kook, your mother was never one to take after her peers and had never adopted the classist views of her neighbors. Your father, who had passed away when you were in your childhood, grew up as a Pogue before leaving the Outer Banks for the mainland, where he met your mother. In the end, they decided to raise you in the place they knew the best. 

And if there was anything you were thankful for, it was the fact that your mother never judged you for hanging with the Pogues.

You met JJ first, befriending him in middle school and eventually worked your way into the hearts of the gang. You and Kiara had gotten along the best, since you grew up a few doors down from her family, and your mother was ecstatic to know you had found a group of friends who cared about you and vice versa. If you were being honest, you were sure your neighbors would’ve forced your family off of the island if it weren’t for the fact that your mother ran the most important shipping company in North Carolina. It was your father’s legacy, one that your mother carried on. 

So when you told her John B. had asked you to be his girlfriend, all she did was let out a heart laugh and winked. About time. 

You weren’t naive, however. You knew his disdain towards Kooks and his fear about being rejected by your mother, despite having known her for a while. He had never bothered to come to your side of the island and had only talked to your mom the few time she came to The Cut to pick you up. But meeting her for the first time as your boyfriend was a different playing field. This time, your mother would truly be protective. 

You arrived at the Chateau an hour before you were supposed to arrive at your house to find John B. in his room, staring a little too hard at his closet. He was shirtless, standing in nothing but dress socks and boxers. His eyebrows were creased and you swore you could see the frustration steaming from his head.

“You don’t have to overthink it,” you said, walking towards him. You stood behind him and pressed a kiss to his bare shoulder and felt him relax underneath your touch. 

“I don’t want your mom to think I’m some Pogue,” he said, running his hand through his hair. “I want to impress her.” 

“John B., you’ve met her before.”

“Yeah, twice!” You laughed and stood in front of him, your hands roaming his chest before you tapped the upper portion with your index finger. 

“She doesn’t care that you’re a Pogue, baby. So don’t overthink it. Don’t dress how you think she wants you to dress.” 

You turned around and sifted through his shirts before settling on a clean button down with subtle vertical stripes. You were grateful he had finished laundry a few days prior and picked out a pair of clean jeans and a pair of sneakers before turning around and putting it on his bed. 

“There,” you said. “Go put it on.” 

When John B. emerged from the bathroom, you bit your lip and couldn’t help but feel proud at how willing your boyfriend was to meet your mother. That, and you were aware of how incredibly good looking he was. 

“By how you’re looking at me, I think this is a success.” You snapped out of your daze and smiled at him, unbuttoning a few buttons of the shirt and whacked his chest. 

“You don’t have to be uptight, JB,” you said, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I’ve told my mom about you and she just wants to get the know the John B. that’s my boyfriend.” 

“Is it bad to say my heart’s racing?” 

“Not at all,” you said, interlocking your hand with his. “I’m honored that you’re doing this for me.” 

***

You had to admit, John B. hadn’t loosened up by the time that you two arrived at your house. He was standing up a little too straight, kept one hand either in yours or on the small of your back, and it looked like he had painted a smile on his face. But by the looks of it, your mom didn’t seem to notice. Or she did, but welcomed it regardless. 

He started to relax when your mother brought out the mandatory baby photos and awed at the sight of your childhood, cracking jokes with your mother about funny hairstyles and your questionable fashion choices. You excused yourself to use the restroom and left the two in the living room. It wasn’t until he reached a photo of you sitting on your father’s shoulders that he sat in silence for a moment. 

“Are you okay?” your mother asked when John B. had lingered on this photo for a while. He touched the photo through the photo album.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice cracking. “I, um, I know how much Y/N’s dad means to her.” John B. didn’t dare look up. He missed the look of adoration in your mother’s eyes. “My dad disappeared almost a year ago and we really bonded for the first time when he didn’t come home. I think that’s the first time I realized I liked her more than a friend.” You watched from the hallway as your boyfriend relaxed. Truly, that was all you wanted. 

By the end of the night, you were sure John B. had become your mother’s best friend. It was around eleven in the evening when John B. had said goodbye to your mom and you walked him out to the front to drive him home. 

His hand was wrapped in yours. You kept one hand on the wheel as John B. fussed with your hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it every few minutes. When you reached the his space, you parked in front and turned towards him. 

“That meant a lot to me and my mom,” you said. “Thanks for tonight.”

“I think your mom’s replacing you as my best friend.” You laughed and leaned over to press a kiss to his lips. “I don’t know what I was so worried about.” You reached forward and ran your hand through his hair before letting your hands rest on his jaw, feeling a slight stubble grow. 

“I love you, John B.” 

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