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brandyllyn · 1 year

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Lucky Stars

Ezra x GN!Reader

Summary: “And are you a good man?” “I like to believe myself a man of good intentions.” Words: 3.3k.

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Rating: Teen. Warnings: None? Canon injuries.

I asked for some inspiration and Jen came through with “A kiss for luck” with Ezra. Also, I’m like 80% sure I stole an Oscar Wilde joke in here somewhere.

The first time you met Ezra was coincidentally your first time out on the sling. As the drop engineer, your job was to oversee the operations of each drop ship. To ensure ships weren’t dropped into the same flightpath and to time out the release to be sure that all ships could make it safely to their destination at whatever planet was below.

You’d worked a few of the inner rim planets already - mostly dropping pleasure cruisers onto sunny tropical paradises you could never afford to visit. But the money was crap and the competition was almost always the nephew of some contractor who needed a place to stash their busted ass relative.

The long-haul flights paid bank. Mainly because no one wanted to spend spans at a time out on the circuit. The time, however, suited you just fine.

Your work station was central to the shipyards, a view of all forty-eight pods docked for this trip available between sightlines and video feeds. It sat a few feet above where the corridors came together. Visitors weren’t uncommon, a few credits slipped into your hands to get a better place in the drop zone or to get picked up first on the trip back.

You didn’t handle pickups but their chits spent all the same.

All that is to say that when a shaggy mop of brown hair with a blonde tuft popped into view just below your desk you weren’t surprised. The Green was coming up - a mining planet that had been attracting people from across the eight reaches for some time now - and you’d already had three people asking for advice or information on where to land, where lodes might be and whatnot.

“Well I’ll be,” his soft drawl crawled up to you. “You’re a damn sight better looking than Old Rodge was.”

Checking your monitors once more you leaned forward, giving a smile to the man standing on the platform below your workstation. Handsome, recently groomed - probably his last haircut for a while - and wearing a faded set of work overalls.

Definitely not his first sling.

“What can I help you with, sir?”

“No need to stand on formalities, starshine, we’re all friends here.”

Cocking an eyebrow you gave him an appraising look. “Friends huh?”

He nodded solemnly, taking a step up onto a cable buttress and settling his forearms on your desk. He wasn’t quite eye to eye but it allowed you to lean back in your chair a bit. “I think it would be a singular pleasure to be counted as your friend.”

“The first three drops are locked in.”

His eyes narrowed and he cursed. “Do you think my attentions are so mercenary?”

“Oh, were you just saying hi?”

“Hello. Bonjour. Nǐ hǎo.”

“Ezra.”

Both of you looked at the man coming down the corridor, although your companion’s face was far more disgruntled.

“What?”

“Did you get us a new drop slot?”

Your lips twitched and the man who could only be Ezra turned back to you with a sheepish shrug of his shoulders.

“It is possible that I arrived with an ulterior motive, starshine, but it is only secondary to meeting you at this point.”

“Prophet’s nutsack,” his companion grumbled, shoving at Ezra and forcing him to step down from his perch. A hand appeared, dropping a small array of chits in front of you. “What’ll this get us?”

You glanced over the pile quickly. “Fifth.”

“I thought you said the first three spots were spoken for?” Ezra cut in.

“I did.” With a sweep of your hand you palmed the chits, tucking them into your own work overalls. “If you want better than fifth it’ll cost more. I already moved you up a spot for being cute.”

Ezra preened, mouth opening on what you were sure would be a lovely soliloquy about your charms but you cut him off with a quick jerk of your head to his partner - who was paying no attention to you at all.

Giving a mock huff of indignation Ezra bowed, sweeping his arms out and adding a roguish wink.

“Until we meet again, starshine.”

The second time you met Ezra was another drop-off, four sling rotations later. Yours wasn’t the only sling working the route, each pass taking months to complete.

“Missed you on the pickup, starshine.”

Frowning you pushed your chair back, leaning around the edge of your pod to see who was standing at the step up. When it didn’t spark any recognition for you he pouted.

“Do not tell me you have forgotten me so quickly - such disregard is likely to drive a man to commit acts of singular madness.”

You may not have remembered his face but the voice was impossible to forget. That particular cadence and slow drawl. Giving him a grin you motioned him to step up and he did, finding a place he could perch and nearly look you in the eye.

“An invite into the inner sanctum? I am honored.”

Snorting you flipped a toggle to realign a drop pod. “That is my outer sanctum at best, cowboy.”

He grinned in return. “And yet sacred nevertheless.”

“What can I help you with?”

Another pout. “I seem to remember you doubting my motives on our last meeting as well, starshine. Have I really made such a poor impression on you?”

“Miners only ever want three things. Stone, stim, or-” you cut yourself off, shifting your eyes away and pretending to be busy with a screen he couldn’t see.

“I beg of you to finish that sentence, starshine.” His eyes were glittering with mischief, the corner of his lips twitching up. You shook your head and he laughed. “Well seeing as I am on my way to find stone, and I do not partake of the stim, I suppose all that is left is the…. presence of a lovely companion.”

“I bet you say that to all the crew.”

“A blow!” A hand flew to cover his heart. “You are whatever a moon has always meant - and whatever a sun will always sing is you.” At your confused frown he sighed, “You are not a connoisseur of poetry I suppose?”

“There once was a man from the rim…” you started and he laughed.

“A person of refined taste,” his brown eyes twinkled at you. “A connoisseur of a much maligned art form.”

You couldn’t help your answering smile. “You have any luck?” He raised an eyebrow and you clarified, “On your last run, to the Green. Any luck?”

A heavy sigh. “A few small stones, barely enough to make the run worth it.”

“And yet you’re going back,” you pointed out.

“Ah, but I have a new crew. And a special charm for luck.”

“Oh?” Your eyes caught on an alert and you cleared it absentmindedly. “What kind?”

“Why, an utterly captivating dropship engineer.”

A snort escaped you before you could stop it. “I seem to recall seeing you off to your last drop as well.”

“Ah, but I came to you then with questionable motives.” He spread his hands wide, showing you open palms, “Now I am but a supplicant, worshiping at your altar and hoping for your favor.”

“Do those lines really work on people?”

A casual shrug, “They don’t not work.”

Your console gave a beep and you nodded at it. “Gotta take that.”

He nodded in return. “Until next time, starshine.” He hopped down and started away as you reached for the button and then paused.

“Wait.”

He turned back, a bemused look on his face. “Yes?”

“What was your name again?”

He made a small bow. “You, my dear, may call me whatever you’d like.” You rolled your eyes and he grinned. “Ezra, starshine, my name is Ezra.”

“Ezra,” you tried the name out and his grin deepened. “Interesting name.”

“Well I like to think I’m an interesting man.”

The third time you met Ezra you could not really be said to be meeting him per se. You recognized him and remembered his name so it was really more of an acquaintanceship renewal than anything.

“Ah for you are yet the symphony of the stars.”

You couldn’t help the smile at the sound of his voice, turning to see him waiting patiently at the edge of your work pod. You motioned him and he bounded up like a man half his age, finding a place to stand where he could perch a hip on the edge of your desk. He looked positively smug and you couldn’t help a laugh.

“Hello Ezra.”

His grin was wide, a new scar cutting across one eye. “starshine you are as captivating as always.”

“I take it you had a good trip?”

The Green was a few spins behind you, the last pickup locked in as the sling made its way to its next destination. You didn’t really need to be at your station, but you liked getting a head start on the landing patterns.

“A fruitful conquest,” Ezra was saying, his fingers tapping on one thigh. “Enough to whet a man’s appetite for more.”

“That good, huh?”

“I could certainly treat you in the style to which you are accustomed.”

You glanced around at the dirty workbench, the ancient equipment, your ragged overalls. “Low bar.”

“And one I am happy to clear.” His cheerfulness was contagious, eyes bright even with the sharp red scar cutting through one. You wondered if he expected you to ask about it.

“You sticking to the Green then?”

He shrugged, picking at one nail. “I have a new crew and some ideas as to a new excavation, although I suppose you’d have more information than me about that.”

Nodding you reset a fuel calculation. “Someone found a motherlode, went back to the Ephrate for supplies last I checked.”

His attention was suddenly fully on you. “Is that so, starshine?”

“Mmhmm,” you pretended to ignore his intense scrutiny.

“And is the location of the lode information you might be willing to share?”

“Well,” you tapped a button and glanced sideways at him from under your eyelashes, “that would depend.”

“A share I take it?”

You snorted. “Like I could ever hold you to it.”

“Ah,” he demurred, “you have not had much experience with good men I take it?”

“Out here,” you gestured at the ship, “I’m lucky to find mediocre ones.”

The tips of his fingers briefly touched the back of your hand before he pulled away. “The good man watches our bogus roses, our rank wreath.”

Another quote from someone you didn’t recognize. “And are you a good man?”

He hummed thoughtfully. “I like to believe myself a man of good intentions.”

“Yet you’d rob some unsuspecting miner?”

“That my dear starshine is just good business.” He looked so affronted you had to laugh. “And a business opportunity for us both.”

“Aurelac.”

He paused, head cocking, considering you. “How much?”

You cupped your hand a little. “Just one, yay big. And I’ll drop you dead center of the guy’s camp.”

“You wouldn’t lie to me would you, starshine?”

You gave him your most innocent expression, fluttering your lashes for good measure. “Who, me?”

The gem was plopped onto your desk without ceremony, the messy head of distinctive hair soon following.

“I likely would have gifted you this for a chance for your company, starshine.”

It was a little bigger than you’d asked for, the center a beautiful gold that caught even the dim lights of the ship. With barely concealed awe you cupped the aurelac in your palms, feeling the warmth that naturally emanated from it.

“Are you serious?”

He’d stepped up, leaning on your desk. “Were you?”

You pointed at the holo of the planet, “Just north of there, about five clicks. Like I said, I can set you down dead center.”

“And you say there is a bounty of gems there? Just how much is a bounty?”

Carefully wrapping the aurelac into a kerchief you tucked it safely inside your shirt. “The guy was going back for a crew of six, so enough he didn’t mind sharing.”

Ezra nodded thoughtfully. “A worthwhile venture then. And you are sure you do not require a cut?”

“I got mine.” You patted your chest, noticing how his eyes lingered on your chest for a moment - as though imagining what was beneath. “‘Sides, I might never see you again.”

“Surely the universe would not be so cruel.” He clutched a hand over his heart, giving you a pleading look.

“Do you annoy Laquon with your attentions when it’s not me here?” you asked, mentioning the drop engineer working one of the other slings.

“Laquon will not speak to me,” Ezra replied. “Not since the night I took half his wages in a sharps game.”

“Did you cheat?”

“You wound me!”

“That’s not an answer.”

“No, I suppose it wasn’t.”

The console beeped, announcing you were moving into orbit around the Green. “You should go get your crew ready.”

“Ah, a too quick end to our lovely repast.” He leaned towards you, eyes bright. “A kiss for luck, starshine?”

Giving him a nudge with your foot you shooed him away. “You make your own luck Ezra.”

His amused chuckle stuck with you for some time to come.

It was the last of the day’s pickups at the Green and you were absolutely not supposed to be working. Pickups weren’t your job, drop offs were. You’d already let a dad and his kid down yesterday - two people you were sure you’d never see again - and they were the only people dumb enough or desperate enough to take the trip down to the Green on the last sling.

The last sling ever.

It felt odd, the end of an era. You’d spent the better part of five orbits on this route. The Green, Delphi VI, an asteroid that had a long string of letters and numbers but the miners just called Dave… pit stops and drop ships. The sling’s crew of nine would be dispatched to new routes. You were planning to take some time off - maybe back to one of those paradise planets for a bit.

Yesterday’s drops should have been it. No more work. Just hanging out in your too small bunk while you dreamt of how to spend the credits you’d been saving up.

But that was without the alarm. Or the Captain’s voice on comms.

“Bay 26 has an emergency beacon on.”

Groaning, you punched the intercom. “How is that my problem?”

“Janus is down with whatever flu he caught from the last scrapyard we were at. I need you to check on it.”

With a grumble you knew the mic would pick up you grabbed your pants. “Fine, but I wanna be paid.”

“Yeah yeah,” the intercom cut out and you squeezed out of your bunk to the hallway beyond. Bay 26 wasn’t too far, and there was a shortcut through the anterior cooling room. You moved a little faster than you might have let on to the Captain. It was an emergency beacon, although odds were it’d been hit by accident or was a malfunction.

“Occupants of pod 438-Alpha, are you in distress?”

You waited while the door to the ship sat silent.

“Occupants of pod-”

A face appeared in the window and you yelped. Young, blonde… the kid who’d dropped yesterday. She tried to get the door to open but the safety mechanism held it in place.

“You have to decontaminate,” you told her through the speaker. “Unless it’s a medical emergency you-”

“He’s dying!” she shouted back, hand scrambling at the controls on her side and suddenly her voice boomed through. “He’s sick and I think it’s infected. You’ve got to let me get him to medbay.”

“What kind of infection?” You tried to ignore her frantic movements. The safety of the crew came first. If they had picked up a virus or something you wanted nothing to do with it.

“His arm,” she was making an effort to sound calm. “He got hurt but it’s infected. He needs antibiotics.”

That didn’t sound too bad. Fairly normal - not like some alien chestburster. “Are you sick?”

“No, it’s just his arm.” Her eyes met yours through the tempered transparisteel. “Please, he needs help.”

You weighed your options. The Green was considered a toxic planet, requiring a decom before disembarking. But it was because of something in the air that could stick to clothes. People lived down there with minimal protections. Worst case you’d have to take some antihistamines.

That was assuming this infection was what she said it was.

“Into your suit,” you announced through the door. “And get him into his. Neither of you breathe our air until I can check you’re not contagious. Deal?”

The girl nodded emphatically and disappeared. A few moments later her head popped up again, covered by a helmet. You could see the edge of someone leaning heavily against her.

“Please.”

Regretting it already, you punched the override code for the door. Practicing an abundance of caution you stepped away quickly as they stumbled out. “Follow me to medbay. No sudden movements. Nothing comes off until I give it the all clear. Got it?”

The girl nodded and you led them down the narrow corridor as quick as they were able to pace you. Her dad was in bad shape, head hanging down as he seemed to concentrate on walking. He wasn’t as put together as the last time. Something must have happened to his suit on the Green and he’d scavenged a new one.

“C’mon, just a little further,” you heard the girl encouraging him.

The medbay was empty, no surprise, making it easy for you to find a spot for the girl to set him down. “I have to make sure you haven’t brought anything on board,” you told them, gesturing for her to join him near the scanner.

“I wouldn’t dream of bringing you anything but jewels, starshine.”

Your head jerked around, meeting his slightly hazy gaze. “Ezra?”

“In the flesh,” a sigh and a groan, “such that it is.”

You picked up speed. Not that you’d been dawdling, but your hands began to fly over the controls, waiting until you got the green light before rushing to his side and helping the girl remove his helmet. “What in the seven seals happened to you?”

“A small accident,” he sat up with your help and you pushed his suit down to his waist. A soft curse made you stop and re-evaluate.

“Ezra,” you asked as calmly as you could, “are you missing an arm?”

“A minor inconvenience.”

“Prophets balls,” you muttered, turning away to find the anesthetic. “How long ago?”

“A spin?” He cast a look at the girl and she seemed to be trying her best to not look guilty. “Maybe less.”

“Okay, well, this is going to hurt.” You didn’t wait for his reply, setting the hypospray to his shoulder and injecting it. He hissed through his teeth and then relaxed.

“Much better, I thank you starshine.”

“We’re not out of the asteroid belt yet, hand me the scricorder?” You gestured and the girl handed it to you. It made several alarming noises as you put in a small sample of Ezra’s blood.

“I believe I did warn you of this, starshine.”

Working on autopilot you gave him a quizzical look. “Warn me of what?”

“That something dreadful was going to befall me.”

You rolled your eyes, inputting the medications needed into the replicator so it could spin you up the cocktail you needed. “I seem to recall you being quite cheerful about your prospects last time I saw you, Ez.”

“I believe I did inquire as to some spare luck, however.” The man was an unrepentant scoundrel, twinkling at you even as he fought not to sway from the drugs in his system.

“Are you suggesting that if I’d kissed you you’d still have an arm?”

“I suppose we will never know,” he shrugged. “But I must insist before I go anywhere else that you indulge me in my superstition. Losing one arm can be chalked up to tragedy - two reeks of carelessness.”

A full laugh burst from you as you readied his meds, setting the hypospray to his neck and pulling the trigger. “I’ll tell you what. You come through this all right and we can have a whole conversation about luck. Over drinks. How does that sound?”

“Well that sounds mighty fine, starshine. Mighty fine indeed.”

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cloudninetonine · 1 year

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I hope you feel better soon! Being sick sucks ass

The scene you painted with the death of Warriors’ guide hurt so much I hate you I’m screaming and dying at the same time

Thank you BB!

Also I'm about to do it again <3

Warnings: Slight mention of blood, mentions of death, another angst piece

"Abandon ship! Make way to the dinghies!"

The flames burned, the embers flying off into the starry night as the fire ate away at the wood of the grande ship. It was something from a painting the way that the orange blazed, reflecting off the dark waters and colouring the black sky for yards around- almost beautiful as it was tragic.

Link wasn't sure what to do. No, he didn't have clue as he watched the crew run about like headless chickens, gathering any supplies they could that would be hauled back to New Hyrule that was a mere dot in the far distance.

Tetra was in a similar state, frozen by his side, a mixture of horror and sadness plastered on her young face as she witnessed the scene unfold- the young hero knew that guilt was eating at her conscious, spotting the fallen mates within puddles of their own blood just beside the remains of monsters, left behind after poofing from existence.

She hadn't done enough- he hadn't done enough-

And now (Name)'s ship was paying the price.

"Make sure those boxes reach the mainland!" They barked, blood running down their forehead as they tugged their right hand man close by their hook hand, "The country needs those supplies- and by the goddess they will get them!"

"Yes, Captain!"

(Name)'s gaze snapped towards the two, pushing the right hand away towards another hanging dinghie before hobbling quickly towards them, their peg leg creating a dull thump each time it met the wood of the planked floor. "You two! Haul arse! Get on those boats!"

Reality seemed to hit Tetra harshly when (Name) grabbed her shirt's scruff roughly, right and crying out. She refused. This wouldn't be it. She would continues to fight- she would not let their ship come to pass!

But the captain wasn't having that, tossing her into one of the boats with a few more members and demanding they left- screamed that they get away.

Their teary eyes were ignored as they slowly lowered themselves, Tetra's raged screaming dimming from the roar of the fire.

Link looked at them with wide, glossy eyes as they stomped back over. "Did you not here me, Link?! I said move!"

His scruff was grabbed this time, the younger teen being dragged towards another boat, this time only holding their right hand as he waited patiently for his next orders.

Link was thrown in after a second, secured by the hand of the older man when he tried to leap back out. "What about you?! There's nothing left for this boat!"

The young blonde already knew this answer of course. It was near law, written into the code of the pirates that Tetra and many others had seemed to parrot when he questioned those clashing tales of those cut-throat captains meeting such timely deaths on the decks of their ships.

"A captain will always go down with their ship!" Pulling out their trusty sword, (Name) slashed at the ropes holding up the small boat. "Let them know I died loyal to her, hero!"

They watched from afar as the sea swallowed the ship, the orange earlier dusting the sky slowly fading until only the lights of the stars reflected off those waters of midnight blue. Their crew bowed their heads in respect, sending blessings to their captain's ocean burial before they would begin to move to the shores of New Hyrule.

It was the last they would ever see of Capatin (Name), Guide to the great Hero Link.

And you couldn't help but lend out your hand towards the young pirate, his lip wobbling slightly with eyes growing misty before you pulled him to rest against your shoulder. You cooed, gently running a hand through his hair and hushing his heavy cries.

It seemed death followed all the incarnations that those men held so dearly.

#linked universe #linked universe x reader #lu #linked universe imagine #player au #a player's aid #reincarnation au #bloodybloob #BB

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banannabethchase · 5 months

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thoughts on eddie/nick as a ship pairing? bc i think they’d work so well together just based on eddie’s reaction to seeing them come back on all access

Nothing Suits Me Like a Suit (Except for You) - also on AO3

Eddie wakes up to see Nick come into their hotel room after Dynamite on April 24th.

Title from Nothing Suits Me Like a Suit from How I Met Your Mother. It's pretty much always stuck in my head, and now it has proven useful!

Eddie yawns and wakes up to feel eyes on him. He hadn’t meant to nap, but all the bullshit that had gone down with the show must have knocked him out. He blinks awake. All he needs to see is the edges of purple in the corner of his vision to make the connection.

“Peacock, what do you want from me?” he mumbles pushing himself to sitting. “That suit’s fuckin’ stupid, by the way.”

“Nice to see you, too,” Nick says, and he makes himself comfortable on Eddie’s lap, like he’s supposed to be there.

He is, of course. But Eddie sort of hates that he is. “Get the fuck out,” Eddie says, shifting his hips to try and throw Nick off. But Nick just grins and grinds down, like it’s on purpose, like he’s loving it. “After that shit you pulled with Tony, I don’t want nothin’ to do with you.”

Nick sighs. Somehow even the facial hair, hideous as it is, looks good on him. “Is that really true?” he asks. He doesn’t even try to hide his smile.

“Yeah,” Eddie says. “It is. You’re being a bigger shit even than Matt lately. At least all he did was hold the boss.” He nods down to Nick’s thighs. “You really showed your ass out there.”

“Hey!” and, finally, Eddie’s getting something a little farther from the mask. “It was embarrassing.”

“Stop doing embarrassing shit and embarrassing shit will stop happening to you,” Eddie says, shrugging. “Now get your ass out of my lap unless you’re willing to be good.”

Nick rolls his eyes. “You don’t like it when I’m good.”

“I like you when you’re not being a prick,” Eddie says, pinching a part of Nick’s ass where the pants ripped. The boxers are nice quality but thin, and Nick squeaks. “Showed your ass,” Eddie murmurs. He pauses. “Get on my lap.”

“What?” Nick asks.

“You gonna be an asshole, you’re gonna get punished,” Eddie says. “Now. Across my lap.”

Nick eyes him, hesitant. “I’m in my clothes.”

“You got a big enough rip in those pants it won’t matter.”

Nick drapes himself across Eddie’s thighs, ass up and ready. Eddie takes the moment to eye what’s in front of him. Usually he’s got a little less annoyance running through his veins when he’s got a pretty man draped on top of him, but maybe Nick has earned it this time. Eddie paws at the hole in Nick’s pants, pulling at the seams so the thread pulls apart more.

“This is a weird tactic,” Nick grumbles. “Also, are you going to do anything?”

“Maybe,” Eddie says, pulling at the fabric a little harder. The seam fully separates into two distinct sides, leaving most of Nick’s underpantsed ass on display.

“This suit was so expensive,” Nick sighs. “I already have that first pair getting fixed, but I think you just effed this one up past the point of – oh.”

Eddie grins as Nick relaxes into the first gentle smack of his ass. He never goes too hard, even with a layer of underwear in between his hand and Nick’s skin, but the sound and the way Nick’s muscle moves under his hand doesn’t need much force to be good.

Nick stretches, popping his ass up. He hums.

“You’re not supposed to be enjoying this so much,” Eddie mutters, swatting again.

Nick shrugs off the suit jacket and puts it on the floor. He’s got on a comparatively boring shirt underneath. Eddie hopes he can rip that, too. “What, you gonna punish me better or something?”

“I could kick you out,” Eddie says, tapping his fingers on the spot where he knows Nick’s ass must already be smarting. “Haul you up and dump you in the hallway like the dishes from room service.”

“You wouldn’t,” Nick scoffs. “You haven’t even seen me shirtless.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Eddie says. He adds a little more behind this next hit, firm with a flat palm, and he finally gets Nick mewling. “There it is. Can’t be a little bitch when you’re trying not to fall off my lap, can you?” He slides his hand into the pants, trying to get to a little skin. He finds the waistband and pulls it down, grinning at the pink skin he can see. He lets it snap back and Nick sighs. “Much better. Sometimes, I like you more when you shut up.”

Nick whimpers again and ruts against Eddie’s thigh.

“Yeah, I saw that coming,” he sighs. “You think you deserve that tonight? Think you get to come after all you did?”

“I – no,” he says. “But maybe – maybe you get to make me come?” He glances over to Eddie, face red from being just the wrong side of horizontal. And likely from something else. “Maybe it’s not for me, right?”

“Don’t try the boo boo eyes,” Eddie says sharply. He smacks Nick’s ass again, and Nick’s eyes flutter closed. He doesn’t even remember to hide his smile. “You ain’t Matty and I ain’t Mox.”

“Don’t bring up my brother when I have a hardon,” Nick says.

“Don’t beat the shit out of the boss on live television.” Eddie grabs a handful of Nick’s ass, fingers gripping the fabric.

He waits for Nick to wonder, for him to know he’s being made to wait. “Um, hello?” Nick says. He grinds down again, trying to find friction against Eddie’s thigh through all the layers of fabric, but Eddie shifts his leg so Nick can’t get anywhere near where he wants to be.

“Yeah?” Eddie says. He makes sure to get a good handle on the fabric. “What?”

Nick glances over his shoulder. He doesn’t speak.

Eddie chuckles. “Yeah, I know.” He tears. The sound of fabric ripping as it exposes Nick’s ass should become his ringtone. Especially with the little sounds in the background from Nick.

“What are you planning on doing?” he whispers.

Eddie pulls a little harder so all of Nick’s ass is exposed and grins. There’s a good red mark, a vague shape of Eddie’s hand. “Fuck do you think?” He pulls back and hits right at the red spot. Gentler, this time, since there’s no fabric, but Nick moans either way.

“Please,” Nick whines. “Please, I’ll be good. Just – something.”

“Oh, you’ll be good?” Eddie asks. He pinches at Nick’s skin, grinning as Nick squirms. “Not sure you can be good, Nicky.”

Nick hums, finally getting an angle to thrust against Eddie’s thigh. “Please,” he says. “I’ll try.”

“I sure doubt that.” Eddie stands and lets Nick tumble to the floor. He falls, mouth open, and rolls to look up at Eddie. “I already said don’t try the boo boo eyes.”

“I’m not trying boo boo eyes!” Nick argues, but it’s clear even he knows he’s lying.

“Power hungry little bastard.” Eddie leans down and grabs a handful of Nick’s hair, yanking him to his feet. Nick’s smiling, eyes closed. He’s enjoying this too much. And Eddie’s letting him. “You know your real place, don’t you?”

Nick nods.

“Stand up,” Eddie says. “Hands on the bed.”

Nick springs to his feet without any difficulty, even with fabric falling all over the place. He obeys Eddie without argument.

“Wait,” Eddie says. “No touching. No moving. You hear me?”

Nick’s quiet enough that Eddie pauses.

“Oh, am I allowed to talk?” Nick asks. “You know, talking is moving.”

“Now you’re not,” Eddie snaps. “Shut the fuck up. All you can do right now is stand and breathe, you little shit.”

Eddie takes his time as he takes off his belt and grabs the lube. He knows Nick keeps extra in his bags, so he takes his time digging through the layers and layers of clothes, even when it’s clutched in his hand. He resorts to jostling the bag so it sounds like he’s still searching. He’s waiting for Nick to say something. Honestly, he’s waiting for Nick to beg.

“Eddie?” Nick says, and there it is. That quiet, almost pleading tone.

“Yeah?”

“I think I’m gonna be good now,” Nick says. It’s almost sad, how tiny his voice is. But, as everyone who watched tonight knows, he deserves it. “I’m getting cold.”

“Cold, huh?” Eddie asks. He zips the back shut and walks over. He gives a gentle pat to where Nick’s ass is exposed. “Can’t imagine why.”

Nick twitches under his hand. “More?” he asks.

“Yeah? What kind of more?” Eddie asks. He already knows, of course. Nick’s got his ass stuck out so far he can’t want anything else.

“In me,” he says. He drops his head down where his hands are clasped together. In any other setting, he could be praying. “I’m sorry. Whatever I have to do, just. Tell me.”

“Tell you, huh,” Eddie murmurs. He runs his finger shallowly between Nick’s cheeks, reminding him that Eddie is right here. “I want you to stop fucking around with the company. I want you to get your head out of your ass and be a decent boss.”

“Okay,” Nick murmurs. “Okay, I will.”

Eddie knows he doesn’t mean it. He’s going to walk out of here tomorrow morning after kissing Eddie, and he’s going to be just as horrible and just as miserable as soon as he gets back around Matt.

But it’s easy to pretend when Nick is whimpering and right in front of him and promising all these nice things.

“Good boy,” Eddie says, leaning over Nick’s back until he can turn his chin to kiss him. Nick whimpers against his lips, and Eddie is powerless. “Brace yourself.”

“I’m still dressed.”

“Not where it counts.” Eddie grins and swipes a slick finger between Nick’s cheeks. It’s not a yelp, exactly, that comes out of Nick, but it’s equally fun. “See? I don’t even need to get you naked. You’re all ready for me.”

“I am,” Nick says. “I – I want you in me, okay?”

“I can make that happen,” Eddie says, and he finds Nick’s hole easily and slides a finger in like he was made to be there. “Better?”

“Sort of,” Nick mumbles. He drops his head forward on his hands. “Not exactly what I meant.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and slowly moves his finger. “I know what you meant.”

Nick’s finally silent as Eddie gets him ready. He takes his time, knows Nick needs it, even if Nick would insist otherwise. If he’s wound up enough to start committing assault on live television, there’s no way they can take this fast. He’ll draw this out, finger by finger.

He’s heard stories from Mox about Matt. How it’s fast, how it’s rough, how sometimes it’s over right after it’s begun, because Matt is so eager for everything all the time right now. Nick’s got his moments, Eddie muses as the third finger stretches him and Nick sighs against the sheets, but speed is his game in the ring. Not in the bedroom.

“Yeah?” Eddie asks. He pushes away the fabric to get a better look at the way Nick finds space for him. “Ready?”

Nick mumbles something that sounds like, “Have been.”

Eddie sighs and shoves his pants down his hips. He kicks them off. With the way Nick gets sometimes, adding a way to fall over feels like a bad idea. “Alright, baby.”

Nick sighs and stretches his arms forward, catlike, as Eddie slides into him. It’s strange, to be balls deep in the guy when he’s still technically fully dressed, but feeling of the fabric under his fingers as he grips Nick’s waist has a certain appeal.

“You always feel so good, baby,” Eddie murmurs. He pulls back slowly.

“’M always good,” Nick replies.

“Like fuck you are,” Eddie laughs, moving a little more quickly. “This your way of asking for it harder or something?”

“Just stating facts,” Nick says. But the way he looks over his shoulder, the way he grins, says otherwise.

“I see,” Eddie says. He moves one had into Nick’s hair, tugging the ponytail until Nick’s using all that flexibility. “Think you can play around, huh?”

“Playing around is, like, half my job,” Nick says, following back when Eddie pulls almost all the way out. “Get – stop that.”

“Stop what?” Eddie asks.

“Stop teasing,” Nick says. “You’re being all – I don’t know. Whatever it is, I want it different.”

“Okay,” Eddie says. He grabs fabric on either side of where he’s inside of Nick and thrusts in as he rips the clothes apart. It effectively sates a previously unknown part of him, one that wants to prove Nick is his to everyone and make it front page news. “That kinda different?”

“This suit was so expensive,” Nick grumbles, but he whines when Eddie increases his pace. Eddie’s pretty sure he’s forgiven.

Nick is surprisingly quiet the whole time, mostly hums of encouragement, so Eddie is kept with his thoughts and the sounds of his skin slapping against Nick’s.

He groans, deep in his throat, when he feels Nick clench around him. “You wanna come, baby?”

“Want you to,” Nick murmurs. “I wanna feel it.”

Eddie moans, and he wishes he could keep his shit together around Nick a little better. “I will, baby,” he promises. “Any time you want.”

Nick chuckles. “Yeah?”

“Shut up,” Eddie says, laughing with Nick. “I try my best.”

“You do,” Nick murmurs. “Come on.” He tightens around Eddie’s dick. “Come on, I want you to.”

“I will, baby.” Eddie’s too old, way too old, to come on command anymore, but with a little focus he can get himself there. He pushes into Nick one more time with a gasp of Nick’s name, and he lets himself really feel Nick, lets himself enjoy the moment. He comes back to his body and hears something unexpected.

“Are you crying?” Eddie asks. He pulls out, gentle, and turns Nick around. “Babe, what the hell?”

“I want to come,” Nick begs. “But I know – I know I don’t –”

“You know you don’t what?” Eddie asks. He’s already going to Nick’s belt, throwing it to the floor.

“I know I don’t get to,” he whispers.

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous, Nick. You can be as stupid and batshit in the ring as you want. I’m not gonna punish you for real about it. Not in here.” He drops to his knees. “Sit down, babe. I’ll take care of you.”

Eddie pulls what used to be Nick’s pants down his hips. “You really are miserable,” he says, eyeing Nick’s leaking cock. He slides his mouth around Nick, and he can tell, just from the way Nick wails, that this won’t last very long. Good for him, too, because his knees won’t handle this position for too long.

“Eddie,” he whispers, “Eddie, can I?”

Eddie pulls off and uses his hand, “Yeah, Nick. You can.”

He didn’t expect Nick to come on his face. He really didn’t. But Nick sobs out his name and comes, hot and wet, all over Eddie. At the very least, he hadn’t changed into his pajamas yet. He chuckles as he looks up at Nick, who looks like he’s fighting not to fall over back on the bed.

“That was new,” Eddie says. He pulls off his shirt and mops up his face. “You have fun?”

Nick mumbles and falls back on the bed. “Yeah.”

Eddie stands. “You alive?”

Nick’s eyes are closed, his entire body limp. “Probably.”

Eddie leans down and kisses Nick’s forehead. “Up you get, baby. Gotta get you cleaned up after all that.”

Nick sighs, dramatic as ever, but allows Eddie to help him to the shower. He frowns at the heap of material that once called itself suit pants. “Those pants are pretty effed, aren’t they?”

“Were when you ripped the hole in the ass,” Eddie says, patting Nick on the hip. “In the shower. We’ll worry about your pretty little outfit later.”

“But what if –”

Eddie pushes him into the shower. “Stop it. Shut that brain up and let yourself relax. We’ll handle all of it in the morning.”

“In the morning,” Nick echoes. And Eddie can see it in his eyes – he’s finally let the evening go, whatever that means.

Mini Playlist: Nothing Suits Me Like a Suit - Neil Patrick Harris Slow it Down - Kim Petras No Mercy - Austin Giorgio Use Me - PVRIS feat. 070 Shake

#EddieNick #Hello look I've never written them before! Hopefully this is okay!#wtf i like wrestling now???#in which sara writes

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missjanjie · 2 years

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77 - any ship but make it zombies

love that i was in the middle of writing the first prompt having already picked anarcia and then getting the second lol

77. “Stop being so stubborn and let me help you.”

With a grunt, Marcia was able to put Anetra down on the bed after having hauled her three blocks. When Anetra’s legs gave out, she didn’t hesitate to pull her up into a fireman’s hold and carry her the rest of the way despite the protests.

“I could’ve walked,” Anetra mumbled, though everything about her current condition screamed otherwise. Both she and Marcia were out gathering supplies when a gang burst into the long-abandoned store and while Marcia was able to hide, she wasn’t so lucky. She didn’t expect the waif-y blonde stranger to be able to pick her up, let alone haul ass the way she did, and she would be impressed if she wasn’t so frustrated and in pain.

“You could barely move,” she countered as she fished her first-aid kit out of its hiding spot. “Anetra, right?” she waited for her to answer as she took what she needed, and when she got an affirmative nod, continued, “stop being so stubborn and let me help you.”

Anetra huffed, though she knew she was right. “Fine, fine, sorry,” she murmured, adding a quieter, “thank you.”

Marcia smiled softly. “See? That didn’t hurt at all,” she cooed. “This, however, might,” she added as she carefully applied iodine to the wound on Anetra’s chest, commenting, “at least it didn’t get your tattoo,” in an attempt to bring what little levity she could to the situation.

And it worked, if the small laugh she laughed despite wincing was any indication. She allowed herself to be treated in silence before asking, “are you out here by yourself?”

“Oh, no, I wouldn’t have lasted this long. I guess you could call this a commune of sorts, we all work and live as well as we can together. There’s five of us now, but you’re welcome to stay as long as you need to,” she offered.

Anetra smiled wanly. “Think I’ll have to take you up on that. Everyone I had around here…” she swallowed thickly and blinked rapidly, “I, um… I don’t have them anymore.”

Marcia frowned, gently pushing the hair off of Anetra’s face. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her hand trailing to hold hers, giving a gentle squeeze. “But I promise, I won’t let you be alone anymore.”

#anarcia

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lilypadlys · 11 months

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Would You Like To Repeat That?

Summary: You may have sassed a bit too close to the sun. Terzo reminds you who’s in charge.

Ship: Terzo/Reader

Word Count: 1,972

Rating: Explict

Tags: smut, gratuitous smut even, PWP, Dom/Sub, bondage, vibrators, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, creampie

A/N: Sibling is AFAB and cunt/clit is used for what their working with but no pronouns are specified.

AO3 Link or below the cut.

“Would you like to repeat that amore?” Terzo stares you down.

Oh fuck. You think. That sentence fills you with equal parts fear and arousal. Last time you heard it, you got railed into the mattress until even the ghouls were complaining about the noise. What could this time bring? They say curiosity killed the cat but oh well, it’d be a wonderful way to go. You smirk and gesture at the newly unveiled painting of Papa Emeritus III himself. “I said, the portrait doesn’t really seem accurate. They made you look a lot bigger.”

“Really now.” Your lover’s terse tone warns you to tread no further but you trample ahead with abandon.

“In more ways than one if you know what I mean.” You wink for emphasis. “Are you compensating for something or…?”

That does it. You barely have time to register the laughs of the surrounding siblings and ghouls at Terzo’s flush, equal parts fury and embarrassment, before he’s scooping you up and throwing you over his shoulder. He proceeds to stomp out of the room and haul you through the corridors of the abbey, your ass in the air for all to see. And your panties for that matter; you can feel your habit sliding up dangerously high.

You can’t see much, your face bumping against Terzo’s back. The snickers and giggles however, make you painfully aware of just how many people cross Terzo’s warpath.

You also can’t see where Terzo is taking you. You wouldn’t put it past him to boot you straight out the abbey entrance for embarrassing him like that. Fortunately, you hear the familiar click of the door to your shared quarters.

Once inside, he shucks you, none to gently, onto the bed. Then he shuts and locks the door. On the bed, you're already ripping your habit off in anticipation of the punishment he’s about to deal out. When he turns to see you in just your underwear, he snorts.

“Don’t stop there.” he prompts.

You also remove your bra and panties.

“Good girl.” He coos meanly. “Or you would be if you knew better than to mouth off.” He shakes his head and tsks. Then he waves a hand in a shooing motion. “Now lie back.”

Having gotten what you wanted, you comply without so much a snarky aside. You flop back and rest your head on the pillows. You can’t help but smile in anticipation. To your surprise, instead of unzipping his pants, Terzo walks away from the bed to rifle around in the closet.

You raise a brow.

Having found what he was looking for, he approaches you, items in hand. He’s holding a set of cuffs and a spreading bar.

Well this should be interesting.

Obediently, you hold your hands above your head. Terzo cuffs your wrists, hooking the short chain through an eyelet mounted on the head board for just this purpose. He does a tug test to ensure the lock is solid. There’s no need. You know from experience that even Terzo can’t break the cuffs if he wanted.

He moves to the foot of the bed to find your legs already spread wide. After locking your legs apart with the spreading bar, he admires his work. The telltale bulge in his pants lets you know exactly how he feels about it. However, rather than joining you on the bed, he surprises you again by returning to the closet. He stalls, seeming to be deliberating.

You feel a tiny hit of worry. What is he up to?

Finally he turns back to you, a hand held behind his back. “My my. What a naughty thing you’ve been, insulting your Papa like that. You think I'm not enough for you sì?”

You shake your head vigorously. “No Papa.”

“Ah and yet you deem my new portrait “inaccurate”.” He hmphs. “Well, being the gentleman that I am,” He puffs his chest dramatically and you roll your eyes. “I can’t leave you feeling unsatisfied.” He brings his hand out from behind his back and brandishes one of the many dildos in your shared collection. Your eyes widen as you recognize it from past escapades.

“No Papa!” You can’t help but whine, anticipation getting the better of you. “You're everything I need. You are the only one who can truly satisfy me.”

“Hmm. If only I can satisfy you then this shouldn’t phase you.”

He steps forward and removes his gloves. Placing the toy on the bed, he sets to working you open. With one hand he rubs your clit. With the other he eases one, then two, then three fingers into your cunt. The stimulation only adds to the slick that was already dripping out of you.

Finally, he licks his fingers clean, savoring the taste of your arousal, before lining the toy up with your cunt. With his free hand he grabs your chin. Forcing you to make eye contact, he slides it in.

You fight to keep your face neutral. You can tell he’s watching for the slightest crack in your expression. He slowly slides the silicon in and out several times. I can handle this. You think. Then he angles the toy just right and you can't stop your sharp inhale of surprise and pleasure.

Terzo just raises an eyebrow. “Are you quite well cara?”

“Just fine!” You squeak as he nails your g-spot again. He leaves the dildo inside you and backs up. Not trusting your voice, you ask what’s next with your eyes.

“Prove to me cara that you cannot cum without me.” Then Terzo casually sits at his desk and picks up a book.

What? Hold on. Is he actually reading?! The little shit!

Terzo indeed seemed to be engrossed in his book; acting convincingly as though everything was normal and you weren’t naked and bound on the bed, feet from him.

The bastard.

You take solace however, in knowing how impatient he can be. You aren’t a monolith of self discipline on the best of days, but compared to him, you have the patience of a saint. You know that he’ll get bored sooner or later. You know you can wait him out.

You shift slightly to get comfortable and immediately have to fight not to curse. The silicon is positioned perfectly so that even the slightest twitch of your pelvis rubs the tip across your g-spot.

Your movement catches Terzo’s eye. “Did I say you could move?”

“Sorry Papa.”

“Are you uncomfortable?”

“No Papa.”

“Hmm.” He pretends to ponder something. “Why don’t you rest your eyes. If you’re good and you behave, I’ll consider fucking you when you wake up.”

“Yes Papa.” You quickly close your eyes and settle your cheek into the pillow. You're surprised at how light you’ve gotten off so far. Normally Terzo played a lot rougher with you. Trying not to grind down on the toy inside you was annoying, but not impossible. This can’t be it, right?

You hear the creak of wood and Terzo shifts in his chair and stretches. You can tell his patience is indeed running low. You hear the shifting of fabric and he digs in his pocket and the clack of something being set on the table. You don’t need to open your eyes to guess at what it is.

To your coupled horror and delight, the toy inside you whirs to life. Fuck fuck fuck! You knew you had recognized the vibrator. The sudden stimulation causes you to flinch. You squeeze your eyes shut and will yourself to stay still. You can practically feel Terzo’s eyes boring into you, waiting for you to give in.

To both yours and Terzo’s surprise, you manage to maintain your facade of calm; your expression remaining neutral. You yawn and lick your lips sleepily even as you fight to keep from moaning. The intensity of the vibration increases. You clench your jaw and roll your neck and shoulders. Your thighs have begun to tremble ever so slightly. You hear Terzo chuckle.

After a minute or two, the intensity increases again by several degrees and you can’t stop the gasp that leaves your lips. Your eyes fly open.

“Have a good nap dolcezza?” You see that Terzo has fully abandoned his book and is watching you with rapt attention. “Nice wet dream of my cock inside you, eh?” He teases. He grabs the remote and walks over to you. You can’t keep yourself from grinding down any longer. “Ah ah.” He lays a hand on your bare pelvis to stop you. Then he cranks the vibrator to its highest setting. You yelp, throwing your head back.

You bite your lip to try and prevent further noises but you can't stop the moan that escapes as Terzo pushes his hand down. “Let me help.” The slight downward pressure holds the vibrator directly to your g-spot. He traces the fingers of his other hand over your clit, working up a rhythm.

You’re moaning wantonly now. “P-papa! I…I’m-ahhh…close!” You warn. You arch your back and sigh in pleasure as you cum. He works you through it until you start to whine from overstimulation. He removes his hands but leaves the vibrator. For a horrified second you think he’s just going to leave you there, shaking and crying.

“Beg for me.”

Immediately you’re pleading. “Please Papa. Fuck me. Fill me up and cum inside me.”

“That’s my good girl.” He pats your abdomen and removes the vibrator. You sigh as your body relaxes. Terzo unzips his pants and frees his cock, flushed and swollen. He makes a show of stroking himself a few times. You have no doubt he’s been hard for a while.

He retrieves a bottle of lube from the night stand. After prepping himself with it, he joins you on the bed. He lifts your legs via the spreading bar, ducking his head under, and rests your ankles on his shoulders. Then he wraps both hands around your hips. “Ready?” He asks gently.

You nod enthusiastically “Yes Papa. Please.”

Terzo lines himself up and thrusts in slowly. You hiss at the sensation, still oversensitive. He pauses to let you adjust before setting a harsh rhythm that would have shoved you up the bed if it weren’t for the bar resting behind his neck.

With practiced accuracy, Terzo nails your g-spot with nearly every thrust, eliciting whines and moans from you with each spurt of pleasure. You clench down each time, and he echos your vocalizations as you do. Your second orgasm comes roaring up quickly and you barely have time to warn him. In the throes of your high, you clench firmly around him. Terzo’s rhythm falters and he comes quickly after, filling you with his warm spending. He stills his thrusts as you both pant.

When he comes down, he meets your eyes and you bask in his adoring look. A look that quickly turns mischievous. “How was that cara? Good enough for you?”

“Amazing.” You sigh breathlessly.

“Good.” He smiles and brushes your cheek lightly with his hand. He leans down to pull you into a soft kiss.

Terzo pulls away first and carefully lifts your ankles off his shoulders. He frees you from your restraints before kissing you again.

“I’ll be right back amore.”

He retrieves a soft towel, dampened with warm water, and helps you clean up. The grabbing a bottle of your favorite lotion from the nightstand, he motions for you to lay on your stomach. He begins to massage your shoulders and neck, tenderly and lovingly. You chuckle to yourself. He’s being so gentle now when just minutes before he was fucking you within an inch of your life.

“What’s so funny tesoro.” He hums.

“Nothin. Love you Terzo.”

You hear the smile in his voice. “Love you too dolcezza.”

#the band ghost #papa terzo #terzo #sibling of sin #ghost band #ghost fan fiction #spicy tag #smut

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whitherwordswither · 1 year

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Logs from the Starfields, III

Captain's Log #0.03:

After some heavy trading in New Atlantis, I picked up a contract from GalBank to get some con-man who defaulted in his loan to pay up. This had me heading out to Tau Ceti.

Of course, I can't just go somewhere with something else cropping up to distract me, now can I? As soon as I hit the system I picked up a distress signal. A local settler was having spacer trouble. So, naturally, I went to go see if I could help. Any day I can unload a few rounds in to a hostile spacer trash is a good day, I say.

Turns out him and three other families in the system are having a bad time of it. And on top of that they've been feuding with each other, or as it turns out, the guy who sent the signal for help had initially been kind of a colossal asshat to the others. But at least he's level headed enough now to admit his mistakes and wants everyone to legitimately survive. So not only do I have to get these grump dirtworkers to vibe together again, I got to deal with mucho spacer trash.

I set off to repair three satellites to restore communication lines between the families. Sadly, it looks like one family was already removed from the galactic equation. Each stop I made I blew some spacers out of the cosmic skies. Good riddance. The repair jobs weren't too difficult. I don't know why the spacers didn't just blow the transmitters up entirely. But I guess maybe they were gonna move in after their prey was hung up to dry? I don't know. Ain't no point in thinkin' too hard about it.

After getting all three family heads to meet up and cooperate, we made a joint run against two groups of spacer ships then almost immediately went all in for the kill and took out their base of operations aboard a derelict station. Another ton of haul this go. And the extra creds from the settlers was a nice boost.

Luckily, my initial contract is nearby in the system so I make a stop there to negotiate before heading back to New Atlantis. The target had himself holed up in a sparsely populated military outpost near a mostly abandoned mining facility of some sort. Not a whole lot of resources of note on the planet either. I manage to scan everything of worth on a short trek around the zone. Lady Luck must be on my side today. I was able to avoid a painful confrontation with the target and get him to pay what he owed without incident. Sometimes I'm amazing at my own talkin' skills. I'm glad he wasn't dumb about it. I hate to shoot someone, even if they give me a reason 'cause they got their head too far up their own ass.

As I'm leaving the planet I run in to some old friends of mine, coming to collect the bounty on my head. Jokes on them though, 'cause I've had enough excitement for one day. I ignore their comm hail and charge up my grav drive. While they're scrambling to get a target lock I'm skipping out of the system and back toward New Atlantis.

Sorry, boys. I got more creds to acquire and I don't feel like playing with ya'll right now.

Once I'm touched down at the Atlantis port I jog over and give the GalBank man his credits and get a nice little sum for myself. I might come back and take another job. Not that I enjoy helping the big bank corps or anything, but. My ship ain't gonna last forever and I'm gonna need every spare cred I can get to afford a new one. 'Cause god damn is they expensive.

I dump my haul at the local Trade Authority down in The Well, then head back topside. I run in to the scientist I helped the other day, who wouldn't you know, could use a bit more help! Heck, why not friend. I'm right here after all. And all he needs me to do is talk to an associate and get some data. Now, this associate don't like him much for whatever reason. Ain't any of my business. And as I'm talkin' to his associate friend… gosh dang. I'd really just like to punch him in the face. I almost had to to get that data. To think… he wanted me to break in to the apartment of his MAST supervisor and falsify his records so he could get a promotion. Boy. You just told me you got terrible performance reviews and you want me to make you look like a golden shiny apple? I don't think so. I had to a get a little grumpy with him, but I got the data. From the sounds of it, my scientist friend is on to something and may need my assistance again in a few days. I look forward to it! (Apparently something downright awkward is going on with this certain species of trees in New Atlantis and it could spell trouble for lotsa folks if something ain't done about it. So, of course, I'll help where I can.)

Now… I been doin' a lot of work around the New Atlantis area. I'm thinkin' I'm gonna head out and check out one of the other main hubs. See what else is out there. Atlantis is a nice enough place but. It may just be a little posh for my blood. And I'd like to, y'know, get my own place. Never owned a spot outright before and… I'm thinkin' maybe for once… I'd like to.

I'll catch ya up later.

End log.

#creative writing #queer writers #writing community #sci-fi #space #starfield

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the-firebird69 · 6 months

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There are a lot of grumblings out there they're talking about our son and low tones and we don't like it you need them out of here it sounds like they're all done and they keep saying it and they don't really know they think that they had the clones attacked and it came out very clearly and they're going to get their asses handed to them it's very serious this moments we have right now and I hear your son and daughter-in-law knows instructing them already but they said it's a problem or retaining it and then repeat it and then all of a sudden boom they're moving and we got to be able to stop whatever they have including shooting upwards and people are moving in to do it and people going to regret ever raise your stupid voice to us we don't like it we told them no. We don't want to see you people I'm tired of hearing your disgusting stories we have a job to do we're going to do it.

Right now you see the pseudo empire we see them and they're forming lines. And they're getting pretty big. We're coming in now and we'll see what they're up to and it's just as bad and this is the last time everybody is saying it and they researched the ship stuff and they know about it and the advertised why they're doing it tonight and it's going to be all over. Other groups are coming in and the max are coming in and foreigners and uniform. And we are too. Paramilitary sharks county Charlotte county sheriff same uniform. They are trying to get here in Atlanta and a lot of them as the pseudo empire. What's going on shortly that they're starting to invite their infighting and a lot of those people can be hauled off mostly by the big groups and moments. They're complaining they're trying to get their firearms it's going to be a little war. Would you understand what's going to happen but we have to be ready more shortly

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues Hera

Let's get going here right now

Zig Zag

We're in and we need more

Savage opress

Sunday more now but really we're sending more now but let's get together now

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spacedustandpirates · 1 year

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A year ago.. part two

[Captain] "Me?! Why you always assume that -I- said something? I wasn't the one flirting with a space gangster's sister-thing!" The captain shouted back, crashing through a pile of crates in an effort to avoid getting vaporized by blaster fire! "Holy shit why are there so many of them?!" Though it seemed everyone and their alien mothers had the same idea as them as patrons of all types were booking it towards the hangar bays!

"Tell Kieran to watch out, whole bar is comin' with us to their ships too!"

"I'M NOT SHOOTING AYLIN! THEY'RE SHOOTING AT US! -- Wait how ugly we talkin'? Emperor's fourteenth cousin and his big bad fleet ugly or that slimeball from Akua ugly? Either way we're way past our welcome here get ready to turn and burn for us ya hear?" [Kieran] "Corso's going to get some venerable alien disease at some point, sticking his dick in any xeno that'll stand him," he rumbled to himself, thankfully not over the comms. Didn't need the hassle from the Captain or Corso. "Hear you loud and clear, Cap. I've already taken one down, what's a few more bodies on the kill counter?"

He brought the laser rifle up and sighted, snapping a shot off at one that was bound and determined to shoot the Captain in the back. He also managed to get a snap shot off at one pursuing Corso. "Let's get going, people." [Corso] "And what's wrong with that?! Sayin' I'm not good enough to be talking with space gangster's sisters!" He went tumbling head over ass as they collided with a large stack of crates. "Besides! Shootin' didn't start between her legs, did it?!"

Corso propped his hands atop a crate and took some precise shots at their pursuers, making sure not to catch any civilians in the cross fire. A few well timed shots sent the gangsters ducking for cover, buying them just a few more seconds of time to escape.

"MOVE!" He got to his feet and emptied the last two rounds downrange as he backtracked. Corso couldnt help but laugh to himself as their alien counterparts seemed to have no idea what was firing at them, with a virulent lack of bright laser flash's. He ejected the spent magazine and swiftly replaced with a fresh one before turning around and hauling ass after the captain. [Aylin] “Ohhh..” Her voice became sing-song, her stare locked on the monitor that supervised the loading ramp and that section of the ship. “You knowwww - fourteenth cousin kinda ugly - pretty sure they aren’t looking at you yet. They just entered the backdoor of Boom Shakalaka..”

That was fun to say, boom shaka - boom boom shaka. She wiggled in her chair, one leg lifted to tuck her foot behind the opposite leg’s calf.

“Sureeeeee thing Captain.. Shakashaka -la, just waiting for you to wander on aboard.” If the crew weren’t currently being chased by a mob of gangster aliens with the threat of aggressive Zirax jumping into the mix the cargo hold, loading dock and bridge would be thumping with some base heavy music but most time it wasn’t so good in a fire fight.

[Captain] "I'm sayin' we make terrible gangsters!" The captain shouted, sprinting as fast as his legs could carry him, while weaving left and right to avoid blaster fire from their pursuers! "Serpentine, serpentine!" He quite nearly tripped when Aylin confirmed what type of ugly was being added to their current predicament, stumbling forwards.

"You gotta be kidding me.. Jump thirty-two times, navigate not one but TWO asteroid fields, and they're STILL managing to keep pace with us? Sticky sonofabitch that one!"

They could see the ship now waiting just past the the forcefields on the outer docks, ramp extended and all. With such a welcome sight ahead of them it would stir newfound speed within the captain as he flailed his arms above his head. Maybe as a signal to Aylin. "Gogogogo! We're jumpin', just don't close the ramp!" [Kieran] Kieran switched the rifle to automatic fire and began to lay down supressing fire on the pirates as Corso and the Captain ran towards them. "I gotcha Cap, just move your ass!" Two more pirates went down, lanced by the red laser fire as. He looked up at his helmet's HUD, taking control of one of the external cameras of the ship to keep an eye on the Zirax. "Don't wanna be tangling with these Zirax bastards while we're dealin' with pirates!" [Corso] "I wont argue with you on that!" Corso was blazing a trail right on the captains heels as they came bursting into the hangar. "Aint got caught up yet though, gotta count for something!" He laughed as the blazing inferno of the engines nearly knocked him back, managing to keep his footing as he leapt onto the loading ramp before it got just out of reach.

Once they were all aboard and getting underway, he kept low and rolled to the side of the loading bay and jammed his heel into the emergency blast door controler. "Were all accounted for!" He pushed himself to his feet and sprinted to one of the flight seats at the rear of the hangar. "Buckle up less you wanna taste bulkhead!" He slammed down in the seat and secured his cross harness and braced himself for warp. "I fuckin' love this part! PUNCH IT, AYLIN! YEEEEEEEEEHAWWWWW." [Aylin]

Jumping?

Close the ramp?

Her nose crinkled as she tried to focus on the captain’s voice in the chaos. Well, if he said so. She flicked the switch and listened for the warning sounds to let her know that they were no longer latched to the asteroid. Another button pressed and the ramp began to retreat into the ship, the auto doors did remain open for them.

Guess they were really gonna be jumping! And that kind of adventure called for some speaker music -quick fingers found more buttons and the ship’s speakers blared the fast paced, bass filled music throughout every inch of the ride. Enjoy.

“Get fucked..” She held up one middle finger to the Zirax pilot who watched the excitement. He was docked and his men were somewhere inside so he wasn’t going to be doing anything but staring with his big ass head and gross mouth.

Once the hanger door signaled as shut, the ship rolled away from the rock and the pissed off gangster pirates. Seated or not, they were off.

“Hold on to your balls, boys.” The music interrupted only for a second to as she relayed the warning.

Yeeeeehawwww.

#Rp #Space #Emyrion RP

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Bro Kurata loving planes is like the most wholesome and adorable thing ever

#kurata takezou #kurusu hiro #kurata takezo #kono oto tomare #manga recommendation #manga screencaps #manga #I NEED THIS SHIP TO HAUL ASS AND MOVE ALREADY #THE KUDOU X SATOWA SHIP HAS SAILED AND I NEED THIS ONE TO GET THAT ANCHOR OUT OF THE WATER PRONTO

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foli-vora · 3 years

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masterlist

A/N: Yeah. Enjoy lmao. God damn I need to bite that vein -

Summary: title pretty much sums it up, y’know? You fucked up. Again. Colonel Flag has had enough.

Pairing: Rick Flag x f!reader

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: swearing, SMUT 18+ ONLY - there’s no daddy here, only Colonel Flag. Use of Colonel/sir and soldier, authority kink, slight degradation, dom!Rick, rough unprotected p in v sex, masturbation (m receiving), oral sex (m receiving), attempted boot grinding, orgasm denial, cum shot on the ass, a couple of spanks. If I’ve forgotten anything, please let me know and I’ll add it!

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You never fucking listen. Why do you never fucking listen? You’re a pain in his fucking ass. Anything could have happened. You could’ve been injured, killed. And then what? He would have to haul your body home, if Waller even allowed it, and then what? He goes about his usual day pretending like he never felt this? Like the last few months weren’t real? Fuck you and your fucking attitude—

“A word.” He grits. “Now.”

Harley winces beside you, face creasing into a scrunch as her lips stop at your ear. “He’s mad-mad.”

You ignore her, eyes glued to Rick’s broad back as he turns and starts to march away. You knew he would be when you made that split second decision to dive for a group of enemies, Rick’s panicked voice all but screaming in your ear to hold position, to just fucking listen.

He’d been quiet with you ever since. He didn’t sit beside you on the jet, didn’t commend your work along with the others, didn’t even look at you.

“Shit.”

You have to jog to catch up to him, his long legs already carrying him down and around the winding corridors of Belle Reeve. He barely spares a glance over his shoulder when he hears your booted feet stumble behind him, and then he stops, all but ripping open his office door and gesturing for you to enter.

You eye the Colonel Flag stamped across the glass in neat gold lettering before stopping in the middle of the space, curiosity overriding your system. You’d never seen his office. You didn’t even know that he had one, but now that you think of it, of course he would. It’s neat, naturally. A place for everything, everything in its place.

Filing cabinets with contents you were sure were labelled and organised to absolute perfection, neatly stacked files on his desk - there’s not a lot of decoration besides a potted plant and a frame. It’s on his desk, facing his empty chair, and it piques your interest immediately, though you dare not move to touch it.

“Sit.”

The bite of a retort sits on your tongue. You’re not a fucking dog—but then his eyes are on you, swirling and burning with pure rage, practically daring you to open your mouth, and wisely, you decide to bite your tongue.

Slipping silently into the chair facing his desk, your hands fold in your lap, and you wet your lips to coat the sweet apology building in your mouth, “Rick—”

“Colonel Flag.”

Oh. Okay. Fuck.

“Colonel,” you correct instantly, swallowing around the sudden nervous lump in your throat.

Did you go too far? Was this something you couldn’t sweet talk your way out of? Did he feel you took advantage of his little soft spot for you? It wasn’t like that. You hoped he didn’t see it like that. Shit. You really fucking liked this guy, and here you were, pulling your classic bullshit moves and breaking something potentially special before it even had a chance to grow into anything.

“I don’t—”

He holds a hand up, palm facing you in a sickening demand for immediate silence and you shrink a little under the heavy waves of authority flowing from him, mouth snapping shut with the click of your teeth.

“I should kick your ass off the team and ship you back to Central City.”

Your face twists immediately, nose curling in disgust at the mention of your home city. He wouldn’t, would he? You’d told him how much you hated it there, once admitted in the careful cover of night that you felt truly, utterly alone there. That stupid red suited Road Runner kept the illegal fun to a minimum, you had no friends, no family. The stupid X-Y-Z-what-the-fuck-ever Task Force was all you had, and though your sentence had been up a few months ago, Waller was more than happy to keep your ass around to use as she pleased.

He watches the way your eyes dull and fall to his desk, a slight twinge of guilt tugging at his chest. Rolling his own eyes, he rubs the bridge of his nose with a heavy sigh.

“I won’t,” he mutters, “but I should.”

“I am sorry, Rick. I can make it up to you?” You coo suggestively with a flutter of your lashes, lips twitching into a devious little smirk when his eyes flash to you. You deflate instantly at his snort of harsh amusement.

“Is that how you think this is going to go? You open those legs and I’m meant to forget all the fucking bullshit you put me through?” His eyes narrow and you suddenly feel fucking ridiculous, shoulders curling in as his glare deepens.

Fucking shit. You’d pushed him too far. You should’ve known—even the most tolerant of men had their limits and you had cracked the ever patient Rick Flag. Slight panic flares in your chest, your fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs as you shift under his heavy scrutiny.

“Not much of a punishment for you, is it?”

A frown twitches between your brows and you glance up at him in question, the blunt edge of your nails catching over the rough fabric of your tac pants as you scratch the anxiety from your system.

“Is it?” He presses, voice curling into a low growl.

It’s immediate, automatic. “No, sir.”

“So what do I do?”

You adjust yourself on the soft padded cushion of the chair, nerves spiking your heart into an unsteady beat. It’s a clear question, but it’s a question that is clearly rhetorical and one that he does not want to be answered.

“You never fucking listen.” He continues, his own seat squeaking quietly as he reclines back into it. He dwarfs it, frame so broad and large in the pathetic excuse for a cheap office desk chair it’s almost laughable. You would laugh, if it wasn’t for the way his eyes narrow in on you with such a heavy air of authority it leaves you startlingly intimidated.

Of course he was intimidating. He was a leader. You’d seen him in action, seen the way he could snap the prison guards to attention and back off from dealing their shitty little remarks to the various members of the squad. You’d seen him interrogate someone in the field, hand curling into the fabric of their shirt and pushing them up against the wall with a ripple of trained muscle.

All you’ve known, though, all you’ve ever received, was Rick and his soft, openly warm gaze, his understanding, and his ever polite requests and instructions, despite you and the squad constantly pushing and pushing his buttons… but you’ve never been on the receiving end of Colonel Flag—

“Even now, you’re not fuckin’ listenin’.”

Your blink snaps your attention back instantly, a wave of shame rolling over your face. He’s definitely pissed. The twang of his accent comes through more when he’s angry. Shit. The apology is almost out, tongue rolling around the words, but once again, a palm raises in your direction and you find them dying out in your mouth.

Get your fucking head together—

“I hate what it fucking does to me.”

Well fuck. If your attention had been wandering before, it was going absolutely nowhere now. Tunnel vision, and he was at the end of it, in all of his broad, angry glory. It was automatic, both your mind and body curling around his suggestive words with a flare of heated interest.

You give it a moment, letting his words settle in the quiet room before blinking softly up at him from beneath your lashes. Your tone was complete innocence, naïve and soft. “What does it do?”

Of course he knows better; sees right through your sweet little act with sharp eagle eyes. You were many things but innocent was nowhere to be found on that extensive list and he absolutely knew it. He knew it better than anyone.

His eyes narrow, jaw tightening under the strain of his irritation as a sarcastic scoff sounds from his mouth. “As if you don’t know.”

You keep his gaze, heart thundering in your chest and beating against your rib cage as the tension in the room reaches a new high, the skin along your shoulders prickling from the authoritative energy rolling from him. You should fuck up more—

He moves. You don’t want to look away from the challenge swirling in his eyes, but your peripheral can’t help but notice when, and to where, his hands falls, strong gun roughened fingers plucking his zipped jacket up and out of the way, baring a delicious little slither of stomach before falling to the button holding his pants together.

Is this another challenge? A test? Where are you meant to look? Where does he want you to look? You swallow, teeth mashing in your determination to keep your gaze steady with his. His fingers are moving, your brain screaming at you to just look, only for a second, just to peak at what he’s doing—

The slow drag of a zipper in the quiet room rips a sharp exhale from your lungs, and you can’t help it, the temptation too fucking strong. Your eyes fall, mesmerised by the way his fingers move and dive beneath the rough material.

You’re not even sure what fucking sound you make when his hand finally frees his cock from the confines of his tac pants. You go to stand, hands landing on the arms of the chair to push your body from the seat, eager to get around the stupid fucking desk and straight into his lap—

“No. Stay there.”

The chair squeaks quietly under your weight when you let yourself fall back into it, a pathetic little whimper of disappointment falling from your throat as a frown works its way between your brows.

“But I—”

“No. You can sit there, shut up and watch.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

His brow arches, jaw tight.

“Yes, sir.” You breathe, sighing softly in relief when he nods once in silent approval.

His hand wraps around his stiff cock, and you can almost feel it along your own palm, velvety skin yielding and sliding over the solid flesh. So fucking thick. A bead of precum oozes from him as he squeezes himself once, and it’s automatic for your tongue to slide along your lips in a daze, eyes flittering over the way his thumb rubs and smears it over the angry red tip, the glisten of it under the bland ceiling light screaming for you to just ignore his previous order and have a little taste. Surely he wouldn’t be that angry with your tongue smoothing over his skin...

You whine quietly as his brows furrow, his thick lashes fluttering along his cheekbones as his hips twitch under his ministrations. He must feel so fucking good right now. You catch the way his fingers tighten, grip twisting as he starts to jerk his cock slowly—just like you know he likes.

It’s too fucking hot in this room.

Thighs pressing tightly together, you shift on the chair, desperate to get some friction going to tame the ache flaring from your clit as you watch him. You make a shallow noise, your own hand twitching to dive into your pants and match the rhythm he was teasing himself with.

“C-can I—”

“No.”

Frustration leaks into your groan of disappointment.

“Problem, soldier?”

“No, sir.”

“Didn’t think so.”

And so the torture, your punishment, really begins.

You just fucking sit there, palms sweaty, skin prickling with the need to just get the fuck up and dive for him. The only time your eyes leave his hand working his cock is when he makes those breathless exhales, the ones that melt so fucking nicely into your ears when he’s moving on top of you, a stutter of a groan caught in his throat. You admire the way his eyes close, cheeks flushing with a sweep of lost in pleasure pink, before they’re back to the main show, his grip tightening and pace picking up the longer you watch him jerk off.

Fire makes a home in your core, pussy slick and throbbing to the lewd slap of his hand and shifting only makes the need for friction worse, the pressure of your thigh rubbing tightly against the other doing nothing to tame the need for fingers, for him, for fucking anything.

“You need to start listening to orders.”

You swallow, mouth dry and eyes wide as they fly up to meet his. Your chest heaves, fingers digging into the arms of the chair as you nod quickly. “I-I know, Colonel.”

His next drawl has you arching. “You gonna start bein’ good for me?”

“Yes, sir. I swear—”

“Come and get it.”

Your legs threaten to give out with how quickly you throw yourself out of the chair. You’re in front of him before you can even inhale, knees clashing against the clean polished floor. You practically dive for him, hands already moving for their target and tongue running across your lips in preparation—

“Wait.”

It’s instant. You freeze, eyes leaving his weeping cock and flicking up to meet his in silent question.

“No hands.”

You lock your fingers together behind your back and wait for another nod of approval before dropping your gaze back to his cock, watching the way his own hand wraps around the base and holds it out for you. Needing no other invitation, you dive forward and take him into your mouth, going straight for the kill and forcing your throat to relax to take him as deep as you could as soon as the salty flesh meets your tongue.

His hips jolt in surprise, flying up and forcing his cock just that little bit further and you moan from the fullness, the discomfort of it, toes curling in your boots when a hand lands on the back of your neck and squeezes in quiet warning.

“Fuck. Easy, soldier.”

You pull back and inhale a lungful of air, muttering a soft ‘Sorry, sir’ before moving back, your tongue winding and smoothing over the head of his cock with a hum of satisfaction. You start to bob your head, the slick feel of him moving against your lips shooting straight down to your core, your pussy clenching as he groans quietly above you, the hand at your neck softening to a gentle rub as you work him over.

You’d stay on your knees for days, weeks, for this man.

You shift on your knees, hips lifting enough for you to discreetly move and press the heel of your boot softly into your covered pussy, stomach twisting in relief when you finally get a little bit of friction against your clit. You keep your pace, bobbing your head and taking him a little deeper each time while your hips start a small movement of their own, the fire moving and curling along the bottom of your spine.

It only lasts a fucking second.

Colonel Flag doesn’t miss a goddamn thing.

His hand shoves your face away, his cock slipping from your mouth as a string of saliva clings desperately to the end of him and you whine softly, eyes soft and lips already forming their apology as he glares down at you.

“Just when I thought you were doing so fuckin’ well. On your feet. Now.”

“I’m sor—”

“Now, soldier.”

You stumble to your feet after he stands, disappointment and shame flooding you as he towers over you. You swear he’s not normally this tall. Or maybe it was because of the way you purposely made yourself that bit smaller under his authoritative energy, shoulders curling in and head hanging in respect.

A hand curls around your shoulder, and then you’re being shoved face first over the desk, your hands flying to rest on the cool surface as his hands tear and pull at your pants. While he rips at the button holding your pants together, your eyes fall to the frame, a twinge of curiosity returning and poking through the anticipation throbbing through you.

It’s Rick, dressed casually and bathed in thick afternoon sunlight, with his thick arm wrapped around a woman, soft face wrinkled with age and body fucking tiny compared to the monstrous tower of him beside her. It’s a brief respite from the soul consuming fire Rick was downright slaughtering you with; but a softer, gentler warmth flares in your chest and you can’t help the twitch of a smile, eyes flicking over the pair of them embraced for the photo. Your fingers are gentle as you flip the frame picture-down—you had your suspicions about the mystery woman, small traits and similarities shared by the pair, and you highly doubt you’d be able to enjoy the ferocity of Colonel Flag with his mother watching.

You hear a soft huff of a chuckle and then the burn of fabric as your pants are ripped down past your ass and left to hang around your knees.

Fingers dive between your thighs and he hisses sharply as your arousal easily soaks his digits. “Fuck—”

A boot kicks your ankles and you quickly part your legs as best you could before you feel the press of his cock at your pussy, sliding back and forth through your slick folds and pausing teasingly at your entrance with each slow withdrawal.

“What do you say, soldier?”

“Please, Colonel—”

Your bite into the skin of your hand when he fills you with a single, solid thrust, your front slamming into the desk with the intensity of it. His hands fly to your hips, fingers digging painfully into your heated flesh before he pulls back, cock almost sliding all the way out before he slams forward again, and your cry of pleasure is muffled by your sleeve.

He starts a brutal pace, uncaring as your hands fumble for purchase. You’re babbling a string of nothings, your pleas incoherent and mind hazily cock dumb as his hips slam against your ass again and again, the solid thickness of him sliding and filling you perfectly on every single fucking thrust.

You burn at the feel of him, your back arching as you push back into his brutal aggression and welcoming the ache he quickly starts to cause in your core. Your pussy flutters around him each time he bottoms out within you, your hot walls flexing and tensing so fucking nicely around him and coaxing him further to the edge. His teeth mash under the strain to keep up the furious pace, sweat beading along his forehead as the feral slap of his skin meeting yours echoes around the room.

So good. He’s so fucking good—

You try to tell him, try to gather words to create a single fucking sentence but ultimately give up when he continues to rip the air from your lungs.

Close. It’s all too much and not enough and so fucking perfect at the same time. So fucking close—

He can feel it in the way you tense beneath him, body curling in on itself and muscles winding in anticipation under his hands. He almost wants to give it to you, a soft part of him desperate to give you everything you deserve before he meets his own end. Almost.

Lips hover at your ear, “Don’t you fuckin’ dare.”

The whine that leaves your throat is distraught, eyes crushing shut to fend off the searing heat building in your core.

He snarls and presses heavily into your back, keeping you tight and pressed harshly against the desk. “Do you think you deserve it?”

You make a low noise, head falling against your forearm and a slap rings around the room, your mind taking a quick second to catch up. Your ass cheek burns from his quick assault and you whine lowly, needily, pushing desperately back against the forceful press of his hips as he continues to rut deeply into you.

“N-no—”

“Speak up.”

“No, sir!”

“No. You don’t.”

And then he’s ripping completely away, leaving you to cry out in anguish as your pussy throbs hungrily around nothing. You’re lost in a cloud of pleasure, denial, fury - you don’t even know. You stay there, panting against the desk and wondering what the fuck he’s even doing, but then you hear the slap of his hand and moan when you realise he’s jerking his cock again. You want to see, want to watch, but a hand lands on the back of your head and keeps you exactly where you are.

You hear a quiet groan, your toes curling at the filthy sound of it, and then the hot spurts of cum hitting your skin, exactly where it throbs from his slap like the final seal of his punishment.

It takes a moment for you to feel your legs. It takes a moment for you to feel fucking anything other than the devastatingly empty ache of your pussy, and the sadly ignored throb of your swollen clit. You knew Rick, though. He wouldn’t leave you wanting for long.

“‘Soldier’?” You mumble in question against the desk, a tired grin stretching your lips.

He chuckles quietly behind you, the feel of cheap tissues rough against your skin as he cleans you as well as he was able before the rustle of the trash alerts you that he was finished, and you stand to fix your pants.

“I wasn’t going to call you ‘inmate’. You’re not a prisoner anymore.”

You grin at him from over your shoulder. “You think I’d make a good soldier, Ricky?”

“Not with your attitude.” He snorts, palm now much softer as it playfully swats your ass.

Turning to face him, your hands slide along his shoulders and hook around his neck, his hands landing comfortably on your hips and massaging the lingering ache from your flesh as he smiles tenderly down at you.

“Mm, I don’t know about that… after that little display, I think you’d whip me into shape quicksmart, Colonel.”

He rolls his eyes, smile widening into a shy, boyish grin before he presses a tender kiss to your lips before resting his forehead softly against yours.

“I know you’re more than capable of handling yourself out there, but I just… please be careful.” His words end in a pleading whisper and you sigh softly, nodding as well as you could against the press of his head.

“Yes, sir.”

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Tags (super sorry if I’ve missed anyone): @juletheghoul @charnelhouse @witchygagirl @lacontroller1991 @xoxabs88xox @h-hxgirl @whoopsiedaisez - if you would like to be added to my Flag list, just let me know!

#rick flag x reader #rick flag x f!reader #rick flag x you #rick flag #rick flag smut #dceu fanfiction #dceu fic #the suicide squad fanfiction #foli's hiatus schedule

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makeste · 3 years

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BnHA Chapter 318: On Your Left

Previously on BnHA: The Hawksquad+Lurkers were all “well this sucks” and sat around a bit talking about how maybe they should actually come up with a new plan that is actually good, but then in the end they were like “nah.” Deku was all, “THERE’S SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE!! CONSUMING, CONFUSING!! THIS LACK OF SELF CONTROL I FEAR IS NEVERENDING. IT’S HAUNTING HOW I CANT SEEM TO FIND MYSELF AGAIN. MY WALLS ARE CLOSING IN.” Just, literally that whole entire song. All Might was all “Deku you should take care of yourself, try eating a thing,” and Deku was all “BYE, ALL MIGHT,” and just LEFT. He left!!! What the fuck!!!

Today on BnHA: Endeavor is all, “maybe if Deku didn’t listen to All Might he’ll listen to me instead.” Deku is all, “[doesn’t listen to Endeavor]” because, well, yeah. The Vestiges are all, “surprisingly, even we are a little concerned -- maybe you should get some rest, kid.” Deku is all, “((Ò ‸ Ó)).” The Vestiges are all, “holy shit.” Deku is all, “[wanders the ruined city streets terrifying the populace on account of him looking like Shelob had a baby with one of the Nazgul].” Some shriveled-up puppeteer villain asshole is all, “HORIKOSHI SAID IT’S MY TURN TO ATTACK DEKU TODAY SO I AM GOING TO SUMMON MY FRIGHTENED HELPLESS ATTACK MOB!!” Kacchan is all “WHADDYA MEAN THEY FOUND THE NERD!!! -- oh wait, that’s me, I found him. I found the nerd, you guys.” And just in time, too. I was about to owe a whole lot of people a whole lot of dollars.

so I have been super good about spoilers this week as always, but let me tell you guys, for the past 36 hours my dash filters have basically been nonstop “manga spoilers” this and “bnha 318” that, and so I’m coming in with a fair amount of hype here. your move, Horikoshi

oh, good! they got Endeavor to call Deku to try to talk him out of it. what a great and wonderful plan

“listen up kid, you haven’t slept since March and you are basically a walking biohazard right now, I’m just telling it like it is. didn’t you get shot like three times?? and there was a whole thing about how you urgently needed medical attention?? and supposedly we gave it to you, but I mean you haven’t even changed your clothes and don’t seem to have any fresh bandages or anything, so did we?? did we, really?? and also we all got blown up yesterday, so yeah.” hmm he’s making some reasonable points here you guys, but you sure do go on and on, Endeavor

oh he says foreign aid is finally on its way! I’m sure they’ll be very helpful. I mean in fairness they can hardly be worse than the home-grown heroes at this point

hey Enji, could you maybe try appealing to Deku the sixteen-year-old human boy, as opposed to Deku The World’s Last Hope? he does have value beyond his quirk. I know that’s always been an incredibly difficult concept for you to grasp, but could you maybe TRY, jesus

and also we’re worried about you as a person?? you’re just a kid and you’re pushing yourself way too hard?? you were going to say that part next, right. why the hell didn’t Hawks make this call instead

“don’t worry about me... I’m completely fine” Deku you do understand that saying it over and over again doesn’t actually make it true

and again with the rush!! all the rush rush rush!! we’re running out of time, we can’t let AFO and Tomura keep getting stronger, I have to end this now, there’s no time to rest, etc. etc. etc. just the constant pressure of this whole big countdown on top of everything else

holy shit, you KNOW it’s bad when even the Vestiges are telling him to chill

these guys are basically the walking talking embodiments of self-sacrifice; if even they’re telling him he needs to take five, then he must seriously be like half a step away from death’s door

OH SHIT LMAO

DIDN’T EVEN LET HIM FINISH HIS SENTENCE BEFORE HE SENT HIM INTO THE FUCKING SHADOW REALM WITH THAT FUCKING LOOK. HOLY FUCK. DIDN’T EVEN KNOW IT WAS POSSIBLE TO DIE TWICE. SHIT

(ETA: so I’m pretty sure this was just Danger Sense activating and so he cut them off to go do more hero stuff, but I’m gonna go ahead and stick to my original interpretation anyway lol.)

anyway so how’s everybody doing. we all good? En, you good? Banjou? Shino? I’m imagining you guys all curled up in a little ball on the floor right now lol. can’t say I blame you though, no shame

lmaoooooooooooo

“SHEESH.” sheesh indeed, lmao. “what in the FUCK was that”

see, this is why y’all need Kacchan. you need someone who’s not going to back down from him no matter what. if it’s a matter of out-stubborning Midoriya fucking Izuku, then there’s only one other person on the planet capable of that, and we all know it. don’t pretend like you don’t. I am not going to shut up about this! we’ve had our hurt so now what about SOME COMFORT, DAMMIT

“I’m afraid that he’s becoming influenced by my conscience” nah are you kidding Nana this is all 100% made-in-Japan pure original Deku right here

see, Banjou gets it. “that kid, he’s totally going on his own.” exactly. this was so inevitable it was basically scientific law

“well I for one don’t see the problem with Deku being so obsessed with saving everyone else that he pushes himself until his body and soul literally fall apart” okay, whose speech bubbles are these?? we’re about to have words

lol of course

well you always did prefer the direct route didn’t you. but even you can’t possibly think this is okay lol

dark AU!Kacchan please tell us more about your badass doomed timeline in which everything went to shit and you apparently had the same character arc that Deku is having right now except it somehow made you sexier instead of turning you into a rabid t-rex. I have so many questions

oh so now you want to help??? well -- good, actually. sorry if that sounded offended just now lol

(ETA: so at first when I got to the end of this chapter I was wondering if Katsuki B. had somehow summoned his alternate-universe counterpart through trippy OFA space telepathy lol. but in the original Japanese there’s no reference to “we”, so this appears to be a mistranslation. this line should probably read more like “if there’s something/someone out there that would be able to complement/complete the current Midoriya Izuku [it would be]…” which, oh hello, is that Horikoshi once again reaffirming that Deku and Bakugou complete each other lol. “guess what guys, the Vestiges ship it too" heck yeah. they know what’s up!)

look how admiring his boyfriends are. HORIKOSHI GIVE US THE REST OF THIS BACKSTORY ALREADY GODDAMMIT

“meanwhile somewhere in the depths of the ruined city, Deku was having a dance-off with the villains”

I like how the villains all have this “AHH WHAT THE FUCK” kind of body language to them lol. I mean if it were me, and an eldritch horror suddenly clawed its way from the shadows with its writhing glowy tentacles and pants-shitting nuclear death stare, I would probably just die on the spot. no need to stick around. only pain awaits

lol for a minute I thought this was Can’t Ya See-kun and I was like “WHAT A FASCINATING CROSSING OF PATHS” but it’s just some random girl

he seems genuinely confused lol

Deku it’s because you look like something that crawled out of a sewer drain, sweetheart

lol they just took his word for it?

so trusting. even though they’re immediately hauling ass anyway just to be safe lmao

“my appearance is frightening to others” no shit Deku it’s because you look like a fucking alien exorcism. you look like a Lich that got caught up in an oil spill my dude

NO NOT THE CHOSEN ONE ANGST AGAIN

I RAN OUT OF ESSAY JUICE FOR THIS ALREADY HORIKOSHI!! I’VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT IT FOR MONTHS NOW WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG!! BUT ANYWAYS, GOOD!! I MEAN, BAD, THOUGH, OBVIOUSLY. BUT YES

“ENJOY THIS MONTAGE OF DEKU BATTLING A RANDOM KAIJU AND WANDERING THE WOODS LIKE A DERANGED GREEN BABA YAGA” okay yes but sir, exactly how much longer is this going to go on. if it’s a matter of you wanting to make sure we get it, let me assure you that aside from a few stray chuunis who think that Deku embracing the Darkness is the coolest thing he’s ever done, all of us here in fandom fully comprehend that this is Not Good

-- OH SO IT’S LIKE THAT

really. with the flashbacks to his loved ones’ smiling faces and everything. not even gonna try to aim above the belt, huh

AND NO KACCHAN??! NO CLASSMATES?!?! IS HE PURPOSELY NOT THINKING OF THEM??? OR ARE THEY BEING SAVED FOR THE NEXT PAGE??? SO HELP ME, IF THE NEXT PART OF THIS SENTENCE IS “CAN PROTECT THEM”, OR EVEN WORSE, “CAN SEE THEIR SMILING FACES AGAIN”, I...

WHAT DID I JUST SAY

(ETA: my man did Sero and Kaminari fucking dirty lmao. I miss their smiling faces too omg.)

the sheer, unparalleled irony of him saying this while he stands there looking like the gargoyle demon from Fantasia got crossed with an umbrella that got struck by lightning. Deku :(

oi who the fuck is this clown

is he controlling this mob with his evil hair. “what if I made an exhausted, running-on-fumes Deku battle a brainwashed mob at Ground Zero.” Horikoshi do you just have like a checklist of horrible things you want to do to your protagonist

easy there Sasori

well joke’s on you buddy because he’s apparently “completely fine”, so

“here’s to hoping that you know more about AFO’s location than the others” jesus christ Deku you really have hung your mercy out to dry huh

now he’s forcing his mob of terrified prisoners to attack Deku ahhhh. sucks to be them. at least they’re not being controlled by bees

so Deku is saying that Sasori’s control can be broken with “physical trauma.” similar to Shinsou’s quirk I guess. but so does that mean he’s gonna have to hurt them? ( •﹏•)

NO NOT MORE SAD EYES

“DEATH BY EMPATHY!!!” HORIKOSHI NO

fuck. he looks like he’s on the verge of passing out

this is what happens when you nerf a character’s self-preservation stats in favor of spamming their bone-breaking stats instead. NOW ACCEPTING BRAIN CELL DONATIONS FOR A BOY IN NEED!! with your loving generosity we can hopefully help him live to the ripe old age of seventeen

OMGFGGG

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

[grabs your hands] ლ(*꒪ヮ꒪*)ლ [swings you in a circle] へ(ﾟ◇ﾟへ)

THASSSSSSSS WHATSSSSSSS UPPPPPPPPPP

HORIKOSHI REALLY SAID FUCK THAT MASK (ノ°ο°)ノ YOU FINALLY LEARNED!! IT’S CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!!!!

JUST FOR YOU KACCHAN, HORIKOSHI LEFT THIS ONE BAD GUY WHO’S STILL WEAK TO FIRE. GOD BLESS

IT’S YOUR COUNTERPART, KATSUKI B!!!! HOW WE DOIN OVER THERE IN THE TRIPPY COSMIC OFA SPACE REALM LOL. DO WE BELIEVE YET, FANDOM???

LIGHTS!!!!

INSTANT RESULTS!!! IT’S SUPER EFFECTIVE!!!

(ETA: imagine what this must look like to Deku though. he’s been caught up in this dark cloud of despair and exhaustion that’s been building up over... I’m gonna go ahead and say “weeks”, because yeah. and now he finds himself here, in the place where All Might’s legacy ended and the torch was passed to him. and the world is in ruins, and he’s surrounded by frightened people who are all trying to hurt him -- because who isn’t trying to hurt him, these days -- and he’s scrambling to figure this all out, but meanwhile the weariness is finally starting to catch up to him, and so he’s basically just standing there in a fog of complete and utter misery.

and then all of a sudden through that haze, he hears the one voice that’s more familiar than any other that he knows. like, I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he thought he was just imagining it at first. Kacchan showing up to save him right when he’s at his most desperate and feeling the most alone. Kacchan, showing up to save him.

this is the person he always looked up to as a child (to be fair he was quite a strange child lmao). the person who was even closer to him than All Might. the person he always thought was amazing. and bam, here he is now. appearing in the sky out of nowhere to one-shot the bad guy with a single blast (which, btw, that was his armor-piercing attack too lmao dslkjlk take it easy there kiddo). like, that must have felt absolutely surreal to him, especially coming at a time when he’s already half-delirious and barely hanging on to reality. he must have really thought that he was losing it there for a second.

but he’s really there. it really is him. and for this brief moment -- before the rest of the situation catches up to him, and he remembers about all of the fucked-up AFO stuff, and remembers why he was so afraid and why he was pushing everyone away -- for just this one brief moment, he’s too exhausted and stunned to do anything except to just react. just stands there, looking up at him in awe.

and you know, it almost reminds me of...

just. you guys. the character development. the freaking character development. someone who brings reassurance. someone who shows up and makes you think, “oh, it’s all going to be okay now, because [person] is here.” the role reversals. the growth. the payoff!! because who is the one person who always had faith that Kacchan would one day grow up to become an amazing hero like that. WHO IS IT. YOU ALREADY KNOW.

omg. anyways, bless you Horikoshi, my feels which have been on backorder since fucking September have finally arrived lmao. yes, good, thank you. worth the wait. it is always, always worth the wait. fuck yeah.)

“LOWFRIES” SO YOU’RE TELLING ME THE WHOLE GANG IS HERE, AHHHHHHHH (º̩̩́⌣º̩̩̀ )

BEAUTIFUL. WONDERFUL. SENSATIONAL. I DON’T EVEN CARE THAT JUMP IS ON BREAK NEXT WEEK. THIS RIGHT HERE WILL SUSTAIN ME

#bnha 318 #midoriya izuku #BAKUGOU KATSUKI #!!!!#twowy mctwoface #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha meta #bakudeku #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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celestial-fucking-weeb · 4 years

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NAGĀ!SERO

Hey y’all! This is a part of the Citrus Server Hybrid!AU Collab! The masterlist is HERE, please please please go check everyone’s pieces out!

A/N: I am fully aware that this is all over the place, ya girl is off her meds and will edit later. Please don’t tell me it sucks, I already know and I hate it, too.

SERO HANTA X F!READER

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, angst, smut, double penetration, aphrodisiac, interspecies miscommunication, size kink, breeding kink, mating, idk tell me if i missed anything

You had always heard stories about creatures in the forest; ones that eat humans, ones kidnap children, ones that would hurt you if you ever ran off by yourself. You didn’t believe them… Or maybe you did, but either way, the creatures could never be as scary as the life you already lived.

You had been taken prisoner when your coastal village was raided by pirates. Your clan’s viking warriors were off on a journey, leaving all of you oh so vulnerable with depleted numbers. They were going to kill you, like they did most of the others, but the pirate setting fire to everything in his path halted when he found you trembling under the rubble.

“Tomura, come see the new toy I found. Don’t you wanna keep her?”

“You sadistic bastard, how you get off to them crying like that never fails to make me sick. I don’t care what you do with her, Dabi, but I’m not cleaning up after you this time.”

They hauled you back to their ship, stripped you of everything and chained you in the hull. People came in and out, always different but always vile. You never spoke, you knew they wanted your screams. Overhaul, the captain, was the worst. You never knew when he was coming, and once he was there, you wondered what he wanted from you at all. Chained up, never touching you with anything but knives and his boots, not looking for your reactions… You wondered if he’d even notice if you stopped breathing. You dissociated for most of it, choosing instead to safeguard your mind, plan an escape.

About a year later, you found an opportunity in the carelessness of one of your captors. You docked someplace warm, someplace humid, maybe tropical? Toga had left your chains too loose after your last “date”, and had tossed the keys just a bit too close. As soon as she left, you had slipped your wrists out of the restraints, strained for the keys, and unlocked the shackles around your ankles. Not taking a moment to revel in the surreal feeling of being unchained, you listened until the heavy footsteps above you all faded into nothing, leaving the ship and most importantly: leaving you alone.

You ran. You ran so steadily, somehow comforted by the sounds of destruction getting further and further away. You found yourself blindly sprinting into a forest that looked nothing like your own, so damp and bright and warm. You kept running until you heard shuffling behind you, causing you to find the first thick vine hanging in your vicinity and clung to it as you climbed. Looking back, you see a simple boar grazing the forest floor. Sighing in relief, you relaxed a bit too soon, as the vine you had wrapped yourself around began to move.

Before you could react, you were wrapped up tightly in bands of muscle and brought towards the head of the- wait…- man? You had heard of nagā before, but the ones from your village’s stories were never described as so… tan, muscular, handsome. He didn’t look all that mean from the waist up, just the black, orange, and yellow scales trailing down his massive, strong tail seemed intimidating. He looked confused, concerned even, by your nakedness and panic stricken silence. Forked tongue flicking out to taste the air, smelling the blood and the abuse on your skin, seeing your quickly defeated body give up, and your mind resign itself to the comfort that at least you died free of your captors.

“Are you… okay?” The giant snake rumbles, human hand reaching towards your face and recoiling when you flinch.

You haven't spoken in months, your silence having been a security blanket, and you’re not ready to give that up. You do nothing, just look into his eyes and search for any sort of indication as to what he’s going to do. He loosens his grip a bit, just enough to slip down from his tree and head towards his hide- an old cave covered in ivy, moss, and little orange blossoms. He brings you in, and places you down on the ground before turning away to rummage through his things. He brings out water and bandages, along with some kind of salve that looks like a mixture of plants. You don’t reach for the water when he sets it near you, so he resorts to using the tip of his tail to bring it to your lips while his hands are busy tending to your wounds and gently rubbing the salve over your poorly healed scars. He offers you food, very confused when you don't seem to know what to do with the forest rodent he’s brought you, and decides on fruits he’s found. You don’t seem to want to do anything, not even going to sunbathe even though you’re obviously shivering.

THAT’S IT!!! SHE’S COLD! He thinks to himself, before wrapping his tail around you once more and bringing you outside to the rock where he typically warms himself. He gently places you down, uncoils you from his grasp, and gives you enough space to move as you please. You blink a few times, slowly realizing you’re free. He helped you? For no reason? He doesn’t know you…

“H-Hi… Thank… Thank you.” You mutter, looking away and blushing.

Cute… He thinks. “YOU TALK!!! What’s your name? I’m Sero, but you can call me Hanta! I was worried about you! Who are you? Why are you here? How did you get here?”

The line of questioning makes your head spin, and you try your best to answer before looking down and realizing you never found clothes. Blushing once again, you meekly gesture to your body and ask, “C-Clothes. I need clothes.” Hanta looks confused, but retreats to the cave and returns, bringing you a large piece of cloth that somewhat resembles a hemp blanket. It smells like oranges and spice, and you unconsciously snuggle into its comfort. Sero notices your calmed reaction to his scent and approaches you, gingerly grasps your ankle and picks up your leg, never having been so close to a human, and explores the strange angles your appendages bend.

“What are you doing?” You seem embarrassed, despite the number of people who've touched you before. This is too familiar, too intimate, almost too gentle.

“Tiny… Humans are… Small…”

You let him bend your limbs and play with your squish, strangely calm and trusting in his presence. He seems so enthralled by your body and how you move, so intrigued. That is, until he makes his way to massaging your plush thighs, causing a rush of arousal you hadn’t felt in what seemed like forever. He prys opens your legs to continue his ministrations, not knowing the smell of your lust would have him flicking his tongue out and his eyes turning to hyper-focused slits. He suddenly releases your legs, slithers around your back, and presses against you. He taps the top of your head with his chin and waits for your response. Not knowing what this means, but wanting him to continue his exploration, you lean back into him and whine quietly.

You have no idea what you’ve started.

Hanta leans down, pressing sweet kisses down the column of your throat and leaving scathing bites in all the right places. Aphrodisiac venom coursing through your veins, you don’t even register his muscular arms wrapping around your body and lifting you, carrying you back into his cave and up into his hammock. He wraps his strong tail completely around your torso and takes his time kissing and groping your soft body, mumbling “mate, mate, mate” into your heated flesh. He finally makes his way down to your mound, prying your thighs apart and diving straight in before you could question his reverent gaze.

“HANTAAA~” You practically screamed as his long tongue slipped between your folds, running along your clit and down to your clenching hole, his saliva increasing the heat coursing through your core. “M-More, please… More~”

“More, what?” He smirks against your heat. “Say it. Tell me I’m your mate and I’ll make sure you’re fucked dumb, yeah? My pretty little mate.”

You stutter for a moment, getting more desperate the longer his fingers drag along your wetness. “Mate… Please! I need you… I’m yours!”

“Good mate~” His tongue wriggles back into your cunt, and his fingers slowly move further down to stretch your tight ass, making you squeal in surprise. Your orgasm takes you by surprise, all thoughts abandoning your mind as you ride out your high on his face and fingers.

“Are you ready, little one?” He growls lowly, lining up two long, thick cocks with each hole. Your eyes widen in surprise, head clearing for a moment after your climax.

“T-two?! Wait wait wait, I’ve never… I can’t! Two?!”

“Oh, little mate, but you can and you will!” He punctuates his statement by spitting down onto your cunt, thick venom slipping down to your tight rim. You moan and grind against his cocks, aphrodisiac leading your body into a blissed out state of submission. “Gonna fill you up so good. I promise you’ll be so full, feel so good, little mate. Trust me?”

“Y-yes! Wanna be full, want my mate!” You beg and plead for him to push into you, hips bucking against him, trying to get him to satiate the burning want he’d created. It isn’t until you thread your fingers through his hair and wrap your legs around his waist that he thrusts into you completely.

“That’s it, wrap around me like that. So tight, so warm… Fuuuck!~” Sero pants, chest pressed tightly to yours and face tucked into the crook of your neck, licking and sucking deep marks over your pulse point.

You’ve never felt so full, your body strangely welcoming the pleasurable stretch of your holes, pulling him deeper and deeper until you can feel him in your belly with every roll of his powerful hips. Your whimpers and tears only seem to spur him on, drawing orgasm after orgasm from your body.

“S-Shit, keep squeezing around me like that. Come on, little one, I know you have one more for me. Cum with me, I wanna feel you cum one more time. Gonna breed you, gonna fill you so good. Come on, pretty mate- fuck- cum for me~” He reaches down and pinches your overstimulated clit between two fingers and bites down on your neck one last time, sending you over the edge with a cry of “breed me, breed me, breed me!” and nails digging into his back.

“Mine! My mate, pretty little mate. Breed mate, all mine!! Gonna- gonna… Ah~” Hanta’s words steadily fell from his lips as he released deep inside your holes, belly bulging from the sheer amount of seed he spilled into you.

Utterly exhausted and dreamily floating off, you cling to him. Sero wraps you up in his tail and lays back into his hammock, keeping you as close as he can. When you snuggle into him, he whispers little praises into your hairline, a constant stream of “so good, pretty mate, all mine, i love you, so perfect, did so well, took me so well, such a good mate”.

The next day, you wake up surrounded by soft cloth, feathers, fruits, fluffy furs, a dozen shiny objects and pretty dried flowers. You sit up, looking around frantically for your mate before your eyes settle on a sheepish-looking Sero, wiggling nervously around the cave.

“Um… Do you… like it? I made it for you… I just- please tell me you like it!” He shrinks himself a bit, arm coming up to palm the back of his neck.

“Oh, is this a… nest? It’s- It’s very nice. Thank you, Hanta!” You smile softly at him, curling up into your nest and reaching out for him.

“MATE!!! I’m so happy you like it, I was so nervous!!! My mate. You can stay here all the time, so I can protect you, forever! My pretty little mate.~” He climbs into the nest and coils himself around you, content to guard you.

Maybe this time, being kept isn’t so bad.

#sero hanta #sero hanta x reader #hanta sero

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parker-razor · 4 years

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show me, feel me, teach me - ch. 4

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female!reader x mando

word count: 2.8k

series summary: during a drinking game, you let slip that you don’t know much about sex. mando offers to show you what you’ve been missing, and you happily accept.

warnings: smut that’s so filthy it’s insane (extended warnings under the cut), lotssss of fluff, mentions of insecurities

a/n: today’s the first day i didn’t have to work in awhile and i had to write some more... this chapter in particular made me all blushy so lemme grab my vibrator real quick

extended warnings: somnophilia, oral (m and f receiving), thigh riding, grinding, cum eating, masturbation, multiple orgasms

*****

You watched Mando as he hauled the heavy, limp bounty up the ramp of the ship. You had offered to help, but Mando, ever the gentleman, refused. So, you and the kid watched him drag the lifeless body into the Crest, and into carbonite.

Apparently, Mando had gotten so excited to see you when he made it back to the ship last night that he abandoned the body at the foot of the ship and scurried inside and into your quarters. It wasn’t like the body was going anywhere, Mando had argued. He just needed to see you.

After your little… chat over the comm, Mando was still rearing to be with you. As soon as you had fallen asleep at the end of your call, he jumped to his feet and continued on his hunt at a speed he had yet to hunt at. He had thought that after getting some of his drive for you out of his system that he could rest for a while before he kept hunting. But just the opposite happened; hearing your voice, your moans, the way your words hit him right in the chest… Maker he just had to get back to you.

He couldn’t help himself when he saw you splayed out on your bed. Your tank top was almost see through, and you only had a pair of underwear on as bottoms. He just needed a taste.

After he quietly stripped his armor and clothes off him, he gently pulled your underwear down to your knees and knelt down on the bed. He must’ve not smelled too great after days of hunting, but he was too drunk on your presence to be self-conscious.

He couldn’t stop himself from delving between your thighs, making out with your dripping cunt. It must have still been wet from your earlier orgasm, or maybe you were dreaming of him. Maker, he hoped you were.

You were asleep, so it didn’t totally matter if he tasted you with any technique or rhythm. Flicking your clit with no real purpose other than to have your taste in his mouth, to have his tongue flooded with your essence. His cock hardened at an ungodly rate, and he couldn’t help but start stroking himself fast. He didn’t care about his pleasure, or frankly your pleasure; he just wanted to taste you.

All the sudden, he heard you speak up, and you were coming into his mouth with a vengeance, and he came all over his hand with you.

He didn’t want to bother you too much, so he figured one orgasm was enough (for now). He crawled up to you, kissing your shoulders and your neck and your cheeks. You had no doubt fallen back to sleep by then, and Mando was overwhelmed with sleep as well. He drifted off with his head rested on your chest, your hands carded through his curls as his breathing slowed.

Mando had never been with a woman like he had been with you. Sure, he hadn’t technically been with you in the biblical sense just yet, but this was so different. He had had one-night stands when he had time to spare on a hunt, some girl in a bar who gawked at his armor who he figured would be willing to let him get his frustrations out. A grateful damsel he saved, who was coincidentally being attacked by the bounty he was tracking. Not many women, but enough to know just what he was doing and just how to make someone writhe in pleasure.

But you… you were radiant.

Your beauty was unconventional; your skin rolled around your waist, your stomach hung over just a little with stretch marks littering your inner thighs and hips. When you slept, your neck folded into little rolls. But Mando adored all of it. Not in a patronizing way, but because you were truly just gorgeous. Not despite of your flaws, but because of them. They weren’t flaws to Mando, they were just what made you more and more perfect.

Many of the women he had been with exaggerated their pleasure. It wasn’t fake, just turned up a bit because they figured it would make Mando more confident. Mando hated that, when women would be dramatic when displaying their pleasure. You never did that, though. Your sounds were… primal. Like you were trying to hold them in, but you felt so good that you couldn’t help it. They were involuntary grunts, yells, and gasps. Just the memory of it made Mando hard under his armor.

Not to mention, you had never felt this way before. You didn’t know that there was an expectation for women to be loud and exaggerated in bed. The sounds you made were all you, and that is what got to Mando most.

Mando was pulled out of his daydreams as you approached him, feeling around his arms and shoulders.

“Do you have any cuts? What do you need treated? We don’t have a ton of bacta kits left, but if you really need it then-“

“I’m okay, I’m not hurt. Just a little bruised. All I want is some food and to hang out with you and the kid.”

You and Mando had grown accustomed to eating or drinking back-to-back since the drinking game that started all of this. It was better than Mando locking himself away in his quarters; he hadn’t shared a meal with someone in years. But being able to chat with you and enjoy his food was a luxury.

“What did this guy do?” you asked as you munched on some bread and cheese.

“No clue. They never really tell me, which I kinda get. A lot of these guys are scum bags, they should be ashamed,” Mando responded, taking a sip of water.

“Did this one put up a fight?”

“At first, but then he realized he couldn’t beat me.” You shivered for a moment, thinking about Mando’s strength. You knew the armor added another layer to make him seem bigger and stronger, but even without it he was built. He didn’t have a six-pack, he wasn’t totally shredded, but Maker, was he strong. His arms, his chest, his broad fucking shoulders, they made you needy. You had seen him knock out a man in one punch, some guy who had grabbed your ass at a bar. You didn’t know at the time why you felt an ache between your legs when you saw that, but now you do after your lessons.

After you had both eaten and fed Grogu, Mando decided it was time to depart to catch his second bounty. You grabbed any gear still lingering outside the ship, secured any loose weapons, and in no time Mando was preparing to take off. You were off to Naboo this time, a planet you had been dying to visit. Almost all of the planets Mando had taken you to were either barren or covered in buildings, large urban areas. Naboo was green, apparently, with beautiful buildings and cascading waterfalls. You couldn’t wait.

Mando sat in the pilot’s chair as you sat behind him in the passenger’s seat. Grogu, still exhausted from the three-day strike on sleep, snoozed in his enclosed pram in the captain’s quarters. So it was just you and Mando…

It was a bumpy takeoff; although Mando was a great pilot, the Crest wasn’t exactly shiny and new. The ship left Tattoine’s atmosphere, and after a few minutes of cruising in empty space, Mando put the ship into hyperspace.

It was quiet as Mando hit some random buttons and you watched the stars fly by you at an insane speed. You thought about last night, not remembering much other than coming hard. Were you dreaming? You remember waking to Mando’s arms around your waist and his face buried in your chest, but everything during the night was a blur.

“When… when you came back last night, did you fall right to sleep? Or did you-“

“Eat your pussy? Yeah, I just wanted to taste you. I hope that’s okay.” You gulped, slightly shocked at Mando’s bluntness. You were only really used to hearing him talk dirty while in the act, not him bringing it up so casually. You squirmed a bit in your seat, causing Mando to turn back to look at you.

“What, you like that? You like that I couldn’t wait for you to wake up before I tasted your cum? Yeah, I bet you do, pretty girl,” he rasped, making you whine and your legs clench together.

“Why don’t you come sit?”

“I’m… already sitting, Mando.”

“No, come sit over here, with me. On me.” Stars.

You rose from your seat as Mando turned his chair to face you so you’d have room to sit without the control panel in the way. His legs spread, and he sat back in his chair with his arms resting on his knees. Kriff, he looked so fucking good.

You weren’t sure how Mando wanted you to sit on him, so you straddled one of his thighs, gasping as the hard metal plate met your core.

“Oh, is that what you want, sweet thing? You wanna sit on my thigh?”

“Yeah Mando, can I please?”

“Of course, baby, just wasn’t expecting you to sit on me like that.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself in closer to him. As you moved closer, you couldn’t ignore the way it felt when you rubbed yourself on his armored thigh. It felt fucking good, the same friction you felt when Mando would use his fingers on you. Out of instinct, you couldn’t help but do it again.

“Oh fuck, is my good girl gonna grind on my thigh? Does that feel good?” You whined, Mando’s hands grasping your hips to encourage your movements. “Go ahead, baby, get yourself off on me. Take what’s yours.”

“M-Mando… feels s-so good…” Your hips sped up as the friction continued to nurse the ache growing in your cunt.

“Want it to feel better, honey? Here, let me show you,” Mando groaned, lifting you so you were planted not on his thigh, but directly over his crotch. He wasn’t wearing a codpiece, you didn’t expect him to when all he was doing was flying. So you gasped when you felt his hard cock rub up against you cunt.

“Oh, s-stars, Mando, I like this a lot…”

“Yeah? You like feeling my cock rub on you? Go ahead, grind on it, make yourself feel good.” His grip on your hips were bruising as you ground your pussy hard onto his crotch. The head of his cock nudged itself right against your clit between your clothes, making your eyes cross and hands grasp at Mando’s shoulders.

“Oh, I bet that feels s-so good, pretty girl, it feels good for m-me too… Fuck, I can feel how wet you are, it’s seeping through my pants. Keep going, you’re doing so good for me.”

Your moans got louder and louder, sounding out as “uh uhs.” Your eyebrows creased together, and Mando grabbed your cheeks to tilt your eyes down towards his.

“Look at me, baby, let me see you when you cum. Let me look into your eyes. Maker, your p-pussy is so wet, I can feel it. Come on baby I know you wanna cum, go ahead and cum.” You were shouting now, your moans echoing in the cockpit. This was the closest the two of you had gotten to fucking, and the idea of Mando’s cock being so close to your cunt sent you over the edge.

Warmth flooded you, and your legs shook violently as you came. Your thighs clenched over and over around his hips, keeping your eyes right on his visor.

“Fuck, Mando, fuck fuck, Mando, Mando!”

“Yeah, that’s it, good girl. So f-fucking good for me.” As you came down, you noticed Mando was still hard. And you still wanted him.

“Can… Can I have you? In my mouth?”

“Shit, baby, you want me to cum in your mouth?”

“Please, Mando, want you to feel good. Want your cock down my throat.” You shakily climbed off his lap and knelt to the ground. Your hands trembled as they came up to his pants, tugging at the waistband until his cock sprung up against his armor. You looked at the thigh you had just been grinding on, and saw there was a wet spot staining his armor. It made you want to cum again.

“I’m not gonna last long baby, already so close,” Mando rasped out, his chest heaving up and down in anticipation.

“I don’t care, I just need you to tell me what to do.”

“Gladly, sweet girl. Start by licking the tip, yeah just like that.” You flicked the bead of precum leaking from Mando’s cock, his taste flooding your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the tip, eventually licking down his shaft. You had almost forgotten how big he was… almost.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good. Y-You want to put it in your mouth now? You got this, baby, take it nice and- oh f-fuck me.” Your actions interrupted Mando’s train of thought, his cock entering the warm wet of your mouth. You weren’t totally sure what to do from there; Mando had just said he wanted his cock in your mouth, so now what?

“Okay, baby, you know how you stroked my cock with your hand the other day? Just do the same with your mouth, and suck while you do it. G-gonna do so well for me, I know it.” You did as he said, and his reaction was instantaneous. He moaned out so loud you’d think the whole ship could hear it. It finally hit you that Mando’s cock was in your mouth, and stars if that didn’t make a new wave of wetness flood your inner thighs. You couldn’t stop yourself from pushing your hand down your pants, rubbing your clit like Mando taught you as you sucked on him.

“H-Holy shit, baby, are you touching yourself? You rubbing that little clit? Do I make you that wet, pretty one? F-Fuck you’re doing so good, feels so good. Y-You’re a natural…” His words made you moan around his cock, the vibrations making his hips buck up into your mouth. For a second he was worried he’d gone too far, until you pushed your head down even further.

“Fuck, such a g-good girl for me, g-gonna cum in your m-mouth, d-don’t stoppp.” You sucked hard at the tip as your fingers circled faster on your clit, and you were already falling over the edge. Mando’s cum flooded your mouth as he moaned out your name, and his taste made you writhe on your fingers, white flooding your vision. The whines around Mando’s cock as you came made his orgasm last even longer, leaving him totally breathless. It took him a moment to realize that you were still probably holding his cum in your mouth, causing him to jump up and come to your aid.

“Shit, baby, here’s a rag, you can-“ He was stopped short when he noticed you breathing heavily below you, mouth agape and… empty.

“Wait, what did you do with…”

“I swallowed it. I like how you taste,” you whined, totally out of breath and fucked out. Mando’s head hit the back of his seat in awe of how hot you were, swallowing his cum the first time you took him in your mouth, just because you liked it.

“Fuck, come here, baby. Come sit in my lap, let me love on you.” You clambered up into his lap with shaky legs, overwhelmed with the amount of dopamine that flooded your brain. You were still trying to catch your breath as you rested your head on his shoulder as he rubbed your back. These were the moments you held with you when Mando was gone; his comforting touch, how gentle he was despite the damage you knew he could do. You kissed the sliver of skin that peaked out between his collar and his helmet, at which he pulled you in closer to his chest.

All the sudden you heard a crash from below the cockpit and a loud wail… Grogu.

*****

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The Heart Is Also a Muscle

5 times Sypha and Alucard got distracted by Trevor’s warrior physique + 1 time he noticed and yet completely misunderstands.

Trevor is hot and once Sypha and Alucard have noticed it is hard not to notice. Now they just have to figure out how to confess, before it gets incredibly awkward because he catches on. When he does however, his insecurities completely misconstrue their intentions.

On AO3.

Ships: trephacard

Warnings: insecurities

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Despite Trevor’s many years on the road, keeping up a less than stellar training regime, he was still a warrior at heart and in body. He had still fought all those years and his frame was bulky to accommodate the muscle needed for that.

Something that was hard to miss.

And Alucard and Sypha didn’t miss it at all. In fact they noticed it a bit too often for their own comfort, now that they were cleaning up Dracula’s castle after their victory over the old vampire.

It wasn’t that Sypha hadn’t noticed that Trevor was fit while they traveled, it was more that they were so many other things to think about, to worry about to keep oneself alive that she hadn’t noticed that sort of stuff. So, it still took her by surprise when she did.

They were clearing out the rubble of one of the many rooms covered by it. It was slow going work, even with Alucard’s supernatural strength. One upside was that Sypha was getting really good at levitation spells.

She took a small break and wiped her forehead. Alucard had just moved a big stone and Trevor was now trying to lift a bigger stone than he had done.

For a moment she rolled her eyes at the childish display, but as she looked she noticed the shirt clinging to his sweaty body as he arms bulged under the effort. His brow was furrowed and his tongue was poking out slightly.

He was a piece of art.

Fuck.

Why hadn’t she noticed before that Trevor was completely ripped? Maybe she had noticed, but never connected that to him being nice to look at. Now, she couldn't look away as he struggled with the too big stone.

No sane human should be able to carry it and she didn’t know why he even tried (well, she did, but she thought it stupid). Until, the asshole actually managed to lift it, proud grin sweeping over his face as he did.

Slowly, he started to walk, careful steps to balance the stone and keep himself upright. Every time he almost lost balance, he flexed his legs, which was equally distracting and Sypha really wanted to know why she had to notice this, because she knew that from that moment on, she wouldn’t stop noticing it.

“Sypha?” the smooth voice next to her made her jump, she hadn’t even realized Alucard had arrived next to her. “Something the matter?” he asked.

She debated with herself if she would admit to Alucard what had distracted her so. It was embarrassing for sure, but she had also seen the fondness in the dhampirs eyes whenever Trevor talked to him, so she might find an ally in her suffering here.

With a decision made she gestured to Trevor, who was taking the final steps to the right pile of stones for rebuilding, before he squatted down to put down the stone. His back muscles rippled and his ass was practically on display.

Beside her, Alucard made a choked off noise.

At that Trevor turned around, somehow an adorable confused pout on his face that should look ridiculous on his large frame, but didn’t. “You both okay?”

“Yeah, just thought we’d wait for you to break your back carrying something too heavy before we laughed at you,” Alucard shot back, saving both their asses from embarrassment as Trevor rolled his eyes and flipped him off, claiming that it wasn’t that heavy anyway.

They were rebuilding some of the pathways in the Belmont Hold. Trevor had insisted on cleaning up most of the castle first, claiming that it was the most livable place out of the two and he wanted a bed, but both had seen the saddened look on his face when faced with what remained of his childhood home in ruins.

So, the moment they had made the kitchen and a few bedrooms presentable, they started on a few passageways across.

However, ever since Sypha had pointed out Trevor’s muscles in a different light to him, he now was ruined forevermore and she was to blame. He couldn't do anything normally anymore. Somehow each activity turned into a distraction with Trevor around.

Right now being an example of how much of a distraction Trevor was.

He was hauling up a beam that Sypha was directing above them, while Alucard was supposed to be sorting the pile of books that were in the language only he could read.

Supposed to, because he most definitely wasn’t.

No, because how could one read when Trevor was coiling a rope around his forearms as he pulled on said thick rope, muscles straining against it as he panted and dug in his heals.

The beam was pretty big and it was frankly short of a miracle that he hadn’t let it drop yet, but then again, he was incredibly muscled as Alucard had found out. So, slowly the beam rose under Trevor’s labor.

Faintly Alucard wondered how Sypha was holding out up there, being forced to watch Trevor so that she could jump in to help when necessary. He found her eyes and saw her bite her lip, face completely red.

Then the beam dropped a few feet as Trevor fumbled with the rope for a moment. It was an interesting tug-a-war. Trevor vs. gravity. Even as he won, regaining his footing and putting in some extra work, both Alucard and Sypha had gasped when it happened.

“Do you need assistance?” Alucard found himself calling out, despite knowing better.

“I am fine, Fangs,” Trevor grunted and that noise wasn’t good for Alucard’s blood pressure. “Just do your job and I’ll do mine.”

Wit spite as final motivator, Trevor pulled the beam the final distance, groaning with relief when Sypha had guided it into place. Before he could turn to see Alucard look, the dhampir turned back to his pile of books.

He had things to do.

Alucard and Sypha had gotten used to Trevor’s muscular frame that truly shone whenever they needed to do construction.

Well, used to was a strong word.

Trevor was still completely distracting, so much that they had started a little talk club in the library in the mornings when Trevor was sleeping in. But they could function almost normally and do their tasks while they worked.

But this? This now, right there? That was different. It was just unfair actually. Unfair and mean, but also very blessed.

Rewinding to that afternoon, when they had decided that they weren’t in the mood for reconstructing the castle or the hold. So, they had lunch, talked a bit, Sypha picked up a book, Alucard as well, while Trevor seemed content to sit by the fire with them, whittling away at a piece of wood.

Then it had happened. Trevor had reached for a bit of firewood, before realizing they were almost out. Throwing the last logs onto the fire, he got up and stretched as he said: “I’m going to chop some more fire wood.”

And then he left and they were alone. For a few moments they both just blinked at the empty space that had just been Trevor, before his words caught up to them.

Sypha moved first. She got up with her book and walked to the seat that had been built in next to the window that looked out over the fields below. They weren’t high up in the castle and had a good view.

“Might I inquire about the sudden move?” Alucard asked after a moment.

She grinned at him mischievously and nodded to something on the other side of the window, before she said: “Why don’t you come here and find out? Promise it’s worth it.”

Alucard didn’t know when he had forgotten she was cruel in her kindness, but looking down to see Trevor chop wood with a big ax was definitely cruel, still he was so very grateful for her that she had invited him to the view.

Because it truly was a view. Trevor was soaking through his shirt as he effortlessly swung the giant ax downwards onto the waiting wood, always splitting it in one or two swings.

“Oh God,” he choked out.

“Hmmhm, I know,” Sypha agreed.

“He just-”

“Jup.”

“Wow.”

It wasn’t the classiest conversation they’d had, but by far not the least classiest conversation about Trevor’s muscle’s they’d had. Still, they could hardly be blamed when the person in question was right in front of them being hot, instead of far away and sleeping.

As they watched they could see the outlines of Trevor’s muscles appear in sweat. Naturally the armpits were first, but then they appeared under his pecs and between his shoulders as well.

Alucard swallowed heavily, Sypha beside him followed suit.

They stood there for a while, just admiring Trevor as the pile next to him grew with chopped up wood. It was a nice spring day and the sun was doing wonder’s for the sweat coating his muscles. Trevor was now only in a tunic, nothing covering his arms. It was a very good look on him.

Then it happened. They were unassuming and powerless when Trevor lifted his tunic to wipe the sweat on his brow, only to pull back and grimace when he found it already soaked. Before they could prepare themselves he had tugged the tunic over his head, continuing his task completely bare-chested.

“Oh,” Sypha moaned miserably, “I don’t know if I want to thank whoever is out there or curse them right now.”

If he could have formed words at that moment, he would have agreed with her. Alas, he was incapacitated by the shirtless sweaty and sexy Trevor below them.

After they had started at the hunter for a few moments – imprinting the view, getting their wits together again, that sort of stuff – Sypha said: “This is truly pathetic. Look at us. This is so sad.” Trevor chopped again, it was a big log and it went down in one swing. “But totally deserved sadness if I get to see this.”

“Do you think he knows what he’s doing?” Alucard asked as Trevor stretched borderline pornographically.

“Oh absolutely not,” replied Sypha. “He’s as oblivious as a brick and I’m torn between calling it cute and frustrating.”

“We should probably say something to him at one point,” Alucard pointed out.

“Yeah, we probably should,” Sypha agreed, taking Alucard’s hand and leaning into him as they enjoyed the view together. They had made a deal not to do anything until they’d gotten Trevor’s rejection or until he was on board. Right now, she would do anything for a kiss though.

She didn’t try. She knew that Alucard cared about doing things proper and she wanted that too. She just also happened to be watching Trevor be hot while knowing that any move would have him running from the hills due to the emotional repressing he had made his personality.

So, she sighed and looked back out, only to see Trevor put the ax away and gather an arm full of newly chopped wood, still no shirt.

Cursing she pulled Alucard back to the chairs they had sat in and turned the book so that it was right side up, before she hissed to Alucard that he had to act natural.

Alucard had just turned back to his book, the look of apathy he had perfected on his face, when Trevor came in and dropped off the firewood, before greeting them and turning to bring another load.

Once he had left the room and would be out of hearing range, Alucard leaned over to her and whispered: “We need to come up with a plan at some point.”

“Yes, I know, okay,” Sypha agreed.

“He’s getting on my nerves both in a good and bad way and I might snap if we don’t do something soon and that’ll make things worse.”

“This is getting ridiculous,” she sighed, “I’m working on it.”

“What are you two gossiping about?” Trevor asked with a grin, as he returned with more wood in his arms. “You could be two old ladies in a market square.”

“Nothing really,” said Alucard, right as Sypha answered: “About how much you stink. Sweat isn’t a good look on you,” the lie came out.

Trevor huffed, but it was good-naturedly, as he rolled his eyes. “I’ll put away the rest of the wood and go bathe, your majesties.” Then he swept out of the room, leaving them without his shirtless pecs to view.

After the wood chopping incident, working together with Trevor had become harder again, so the cleaning of the general grossness that came with an army of night creatures had been divided to be done separately.

To Trevor they had claimed efficiency, and while he had looked suspicious, he had also accepted it without any complaints.

But even that did not save them from him. While there were no bulging muscles soaking in sweat, just general grossness and tiredness when they met up again with each other, it seemed that Trevor was full of surprises, oblivious as he was to them.

Alucard and Sypha had bothcollapsed on the floor in one of the main halls when Trevor joined them, stretching his arms above his head, flexing his muscles slightly.

He sat down with them and groaned: “I don’t think my back will ever recover from this, I don’t get paid enough for this.”

“You do not get paid at all,” said Alucard in confusion.

“Exactly,” Trevor told him, before stretching and groaning again. Then he stretched his legs out in front of him and just dropped his head down onto his knees, bending himself in half as he semi-moaned when his back cracked.

Sypha watched him slack jawed and Alucard didn’t think he looked much better as he ogled the hunter as well. Trevor was not just flexing muscles, but flexible as well. He would become the death of them that was certain.

It took them a few more moments to snap out of their daze, then a few more to realize Trevor had fallen asleep.

He had fallen asleep with his nose between his knees as if he was a pretzel, because apparently the position was so comfortable for him that he could fall asleep.

Fuck.

After the flexible incident, as Sypha was calling it, they had been scrambling for a plan to get Trevor to agree to date them, because seeing that display only to have to deal with the cute sleepy Trevor that came after had been too much for their hearts.

Naturally it couldn't be that way. They had a vague plan about maybe tying Trevor to a chair if he wanted to run away, but nothing concrete yet.

She was currently in the Belmont Hold, looking through their books, hoping that one would spark a plan or maybe just give her something to talk about with the other’s over dinner. A book caught her eye, it was green with golden letters that read: Herbs against poison, for healing and relaxation

But when she reached for it, her arm fell short and not even by a bit. She was even pretty sure Alucard couldn't reach it like that. She would need a ladder, but the ladder system for this part had been destroyed.

A part of her was aware that she was pouting, but she still frowned when Trevor asked: “What are you pouting about?”

“I wasn’t pouting,” she told him instead of answering.

“Okay then, why was your bottom lip protruding in displeasure?” he asked her with a shit-eating grin that was both adorable and annoying.

She gave up with that and gestured to the book as she explained: “I can’t reach it.”

Trevor tried, but he too couldn't reach it, but she appreciated how he stretched out in an attempt to reach it, the flexibility coming to mind again. It truly was a pity they hadn’t been able to come up with anything to exploit that part yet.

Sypha was about to call for Alucard to see if he could when she felt two big hands on her waist before she was effortlessly lifted into the air. She squeaked loudly and floundered for a moment.

“Grab your book, Sypha,” she heard the laughter in Trevor’s voice, but she couldn't find it within herself to be annoyed when Trevor had just lifted her of the ground like it was nothing.

Sure, she wasn’t the heaviest or biggest person around, but she had a lot of muscle for her frame and she wouldn’t describe herself as light. God, what she wouldn’t give to have that strength at her mercy.

No, don’t focus on that now, grab the book. She quickly clutched the book and hoped her cheeks weren’t as red as they felt.

“Hey, you okay?” Trevor was now frowning in that stupidly concerned way that made her heart clench and she deducted that her cheeks must have been as red as she’d feared. “I’m fine,” she squeaked, hoping it would be enough.

Alucard came to her rescue, sort of. He landed gracefully and asked: “What happened? I heard Sypha squeak.”

“Oh, yeah, nothing to worry about. I think I startled her when I lifted her,” Trevor explained casually, “We couldn't reach a book she wanted. So, teamwork.”

“You. You just lifted her up?” Alucard repeated dumbly and Sypha knew that it was the fact that it was hot and he missed it that made him say it like that.

Sadly, Trevor interpreted it differently. “What? You think I couldn't lift her. No offense, Sypha, but you’re hardly a challenge. I mean, I could lift you, you bloodsucking prick. Sure, no super strength, but you don’t have to be a dick about it.”

“That’s not-” before Alucard could ruin everything, Sypha interrupted: “Really?” she tried to sound disbelieving, “I mean, you’re strong, but Alucard? He’s tall and muscled. I don’t think you can.”

“I so can, this is ridiculous,” now it was Trevor, who was pouting and she took a bit of joy out of her manipulation.

“Prove it.”

Trevor looked taken aback by that and glanced at Alucard, who gladly had caught on and send him a cocky raised brow paired with a smirk.

Determination settled on Trevor’s face and he crossed his arms, before saying: “Okay, sure, I will,” before walking to Alucard and hoisting him over his shoulder’s like he was a somewhat heavy sack of potatoes. “See?”

“Okay, yeah, but that wasn’t how you carried me,” Sypha pointed out.

“Well, then maybe I can’t do that, but lifting someone by the waist is the hardest way to lift someone,” Trevor protested as he let Alucard down. “I feel like that was still pretty impressive. He’s heavy despite the delicate bone structure.”

Sypha was pretty sure Alucard was out of the running now with that comment, but she wanted to sedate her own curiosity. “I’ll give you the hard lifting part, but I don’t know about impressive. Maybe bridal carry and I’ll be impressed.”

He looked at her inscrutably and for a second she feared he would call her bluff and point out her real motivations. That moment never came, he sighed then set his shoulders– his broad, nice shoulders – stubbornly, before literally swooping Alucard off his feet.

He gave her a look that screamed ‘What now, eh? Didn’t think I’d do it, but I did, so suck it’ and she loved it. She loved that he had done what she told him to do while also showing off those muscles. A win on every front.

His arms, neck and shoulder strained under the weight of the tall, muscled dhampir, but he held out as he gently lowered Alucard back onto his feet. Sypha didn’t know if it was the lifting or the gentleness that made Alucard bashful, but he murmured something inaudible, before hurrying back to what he had bee doing before the interruption.

“Rude,” Trevor noted. “I didn’t even get to bask in my superiority.”

“You can bask to me, it’s okay,” she comforted him. “I am suitably impressed by your dhampir lifting skills, Trevor.”

“Thank you,” he said with extra emphasis to make it into a tease. “You know, as a true hero, both for being epic and awesome as well as getting your book, I feel like I should be rewarded.”

“Oh?” she was curious to see where this went.

“Yeah, I want to borrow the bath soap you’re so protective over after the next time we attempt to clean the goop dungeon,” he made his demand.

She was glad that, with running warm water, they had convinced him that baths were actually nice and she didn’t mind the thought of him smelling like her. Still, she put up a front of indulgence, yet being annoyed as she said: “Fine.”

“Heck yeah,” he cheered before ambling off.

+1.

Trevor wasn’t sure what exactly was going on, but over the past few days he had noticed that both Alucard and Sypha were acting weird. Well, weirder than usual, it was pretty hard to define weird when you lived in Dracula’s old castle near the Belmont Hold with a dhampir and a Speaker, but you get the idea.

The thing was, Trevor had no idea why they were being weird and what had caused it, but he knew they were only weird to him.

It made his chest tighten uncomfortably as he tried to think of something he’d done wrong.

Nothing came to mind, but that just made him question if he really knew them if he couldn't even spot the thing he had done to upset them both. It was all a frustrating mess and Trevor was half waiting for the proverbial other shoe to drop.

He hated feeling like this, feeling like he’d done something wrong and couldn't apologize. It tore him apart in a way he couldn't describe. He just hoped that they wouldn’t kick him to the curb, because that would extra suck. He already liked them too much as it was, getting his heart broken over something he didn’t understand would only make it worse.

So, he kept an eye on them, trying to figure out what they were thinking when they stared at him or whispered among themselves.

He was soon to find out.

It was a decidedly normal day, Trevor was mildly stressed, the weather was nice and they were finally moving the rubble they hadn’t been able to reuse out of the castle. They were making a pile out of it that they would later use to make an obstacle course or something, Trevor wasn’t sure it was mostly Alucard and Sypha doing the planning. Maybe that was it? Maybe the stress of the whole castle thing was catching up with them as well and it wasn’t anything Trevor had done.

They had assigned him to carry rubble, which made him roll his eyes. Alucard had supernatural strength and Sypha had magic, yet here he was carrying the bulk while Sypha ordered him around on where to go while Alucard switched between helping him and rearranging the rubble.

His muscles were straining under the amount of exercise, but it didn’t bother Trevor that much. It was good to keep in shape and he could handle it.

He came back from his umpteenth trip, groaning as he set down his load as he cracked his back by putting his hands on his back and pushing. He looked around and saw Alucard and Sypha on top of one of the piles that Alucard found “artistic.”

With a grin on his face he quickly hopped up the pile to see what they were talking about. They had watching him walk over and smiled at him, before turning to talk among themselves. He was about to call out a greeting and announce his presence when he heard Sypha said: “There must be more chores where we can make him carry stuff.”

Hm, he thought, that was obviously about him, thoughhe had no clue why that of all things would be a conversation topic.

Before he could ask, Alucard replied: “I mean, there are still those chains in the dungeons that we could make him clear out, but I feel that would be bad for us.” This was just making him more confused.

Sypha made a small noise, before agreeing: “Oh, yeah, Trevor with chains will totally be bad for us.”

Trevor choked on his spit.

Two heads whipped around to him, with two pairs of eyes as big as dinner plates, filled with the guilt of being caught saying something they shouldn’t have been saying. They were completely silent, neither explaining or defending themselves.

In the silence Trevor tried to wrap his head around it. How was him carrying stuff bad for them? And why were they thinking up reasons for him to carry stuff anyway? What did they have to gain by watching him carry stuff? It wasn’t as if he was eye candy and-

“Oh my god!” he exclaimed. He was eye candy. They were watching him carry stuff, because they liked it and holy shit did he not know how to even deal with that.

He felt the blood rushing to his head and knew he must look like a fucking beet, but he didn’t care, his mind was a bit preoccupied. He had known that some would classify him as handsome, but he had long since given up on either of them thinking that. They had seen him do too many embarrassing things to even consider him attractive and they had each other. Even dense little him could put that one together. Yet here they were.

Unless, of course, this was some sort of sick joke to them, a little voice in his mind whispered. The dhampir hearing of Alucard could have picked up his footfalls easily and they could have conspired to fuck with him, just for the sake of fucking with him. A cold feeling washed over him and his chest seemed to collapse in on itself at the realization.

God, fucking shit, they had probably caught on to his pathetic feelings for them and had decided to toy with him before telling him to scram for being a fucking weirdo. All the looks made so much more sense now.

It just fucking hurt that they would toy with him like that. That they would be that mean to him instead of just telling him when they’d figured it out.

Much to his embarrassment, he felt tears welling up in his eyes. He swallowed hard and tried to force them down as he choked out: “Well, fuck you too,” before turning away to stomp off and grab his stuff to get out of there.

He didn’t get far.

Alucard appeared in front of him with his stupid dhampir speed that Trevor found very attractive no matter how much he hated it rightnow. The other reached out to him, but stilled his hand before they touched.

Fuck, how badly did he fuck up that they didn’t even want to touch him. And why were they even coming after him. He was doing what they wanted.

“Trevor,” Alucard said and it didn’t sound like someone relieved that the person, who had been crushing after him and his girlfriend was finally going, it sounded like someone, who was very upset.

It stilled Trevor long enough for Sypha to catch up with them too. As she laid her hand on his shoulder. However, he shrugged her off and tried to walk on again, getting stopped by Alucard, who found it within himself to touch the grossness of Trevor.

“Wait, Trevor, hold on,” Sypha called out. “I swear it’s not what you think.”

“Really?” he truly didn’t mean to sound so bitter. He was happy that they had each other, they deserved each other. It just hurt that he wasn’t in their they and that they thought that stupid joke would land well.

“Yes, okay,” she told him. “We’re really sorry about springing it on you like that, but-”

“Yeah, why the fuck did you think that was okay?” he hissed at her, trying not to feel the pangs in his heart at her little flinch. “I don’t care that you’re fucking happy together, but pulling that sick stunt on me is not cool. You can just kick me to the curb like a normal person. You fucking fuckers just had to crush me in the process too? Getting someone’s hope up and then- then… That’s just- just mean!”

He knew he was crying now, he totally was and his voice broke over the last few words, but he couldn't stop it. He had spend the last few weeks pining over them, while knowing he didn’t have a chance, perking up with a slight hope every time they smiled at him. So for them to give him that hope again only to stomp on it, had just been the last straw that broke him. Sue him.

“W- what?” Alucard asked, making him turn around to see absolute confusion written over his face along with hurt.

“Oh, Trevor,” he heard Sypha behind him with that pitying voice he didn’t need from her as he turned around to see hurting compassion written over her entire face. Yeah, now she felt guilty, not when she actually did it.

Still, when she reached for his face and gently cupped his cheek, he couldn't help but lean in to the little bit of comfort that was provided.

She wiped away his tears gently and softly said: “We’re not kicking you to the curb. Never, okay, never, Trevor. I swear. You’ve completely misunderstood. It wasn’t a joke, okay. It never was. We meant it, undignified as our lordship over there might find it.”

Trevor chuckled wetly at that, still not entirely sure if he believed her, but so willing to give in, even if it was a lie. For the lie was so much sweeter.

Alucard appeared behind him and he swayed slightly, the exhaustion of all the emotions in the last couple of minutes catching up to him. He tried to pull away when he accidentally hit Alucard’s chest, but the dhampir just pulled him close, nuzzling his hair as he whispered: “You’re such an idiot.”

That was probably true, both Alucard and Sypha were smarter than him and he was generally an idiot, but his mind wasn’t fully wrapping around where he had misunderstood it all and ruined everything.

The tears that had stopped started up again and he didn’t know how after years of repressing all his emotions this was the thing that broke all his walls. Still, he whimpered: “I’m sorry, for- for fucking it all- all up ag- again.”

“No, no,” Sypha shushed him as she hugged him, “you didn’t fuck up anything.”

He was now completely sandwiched between Sypha and Alucard with no clue how him taking a small break from clearing rubble had ended up like this. Yet here he was and he was going to soak up the attention and care while he had it, so he didn’t protest them holding him silently, just let himself melt softly.

Seconds or eternities could have passed without Trevor’s knowledge until Sypha broke the silence: “I don’t know how you got to the conclusion that our horny conspiring was a joke, but as embarrassing at it is, it most certainly isn’t, Trevor.”

Trevor had half choked, half laughed at the phrase ‘horny conspiring’ as it caught up to him what that meant. Hesitantly, he asked: “So- so you had me carry stuff just to watch me?”

It sounded ridiculous in his own head, because why on earth would anyone look at him when they could look at Alucard and Sypha, but they both tensed slightly around him, before nodding. Alucard going as far as to say: “You have nice muscles.”

Under other circumstances Trevor would totally and completely ruin Alucard by tearing him apart with teases at that remark, but there weren’t other circumstances and right now Trevor felt raw and vulnerable, so he just breathed: “Yeah?” in an unsure voice that he hated immediately.

“Yeah,” Sypha firmly agreed. “I don’t know how to tell you this without never hearing the end of it, but you’re really fucking hot. You literally made me into a person who says fuck just so I could tell you that you’re fucking hot.”

He actually snorted at that, because it was easier to snort at it then to admit that the complement felt nice and made him blush.

“We’ve actually been trying very hard to figure out how to tell you without you running away,” she went on, snorting miserably, “but I guess we messed that up. You are just so bad at accepting nice things for yourself that us telling you that we love you seemed almost impossible.”

“Y- you? You love me?” He was getting really fucking sick of that small weak voice

“Yes,” that was Alucard behind him. “We love you, just like we love each other. We hope you feel the same, but we understand if you don’t.”

“It would be really fucking stupid of me not to love the two most amazing people in the entire world, Alucard. Yes, sadly I am disappointing my entire bloodline by including you in that statement, but it’s true.” Admitting it like this felt better than being touch-y feel-y, he didn’t do touch-y feel-y well.

Luckily it was the right thing to say, because both of them relaxed around him as they snorted before chuckling and a bit of pride coursed through him at making them laugh.

“I’m so lucky you’re our idiot,” Sypha told him, before pulling him into a kiss.

Her lips were soft but firm and completely enticing. He kissed her back and stopped caring about oxygen as a necessity, it was completely overrated in comparison to kissing Sypha. When she finally let him up for air, he was dizzy. Faintly he heard her say something to Alucard about making her wait for so long, but it was lost to him as he tried to refind himself as a human being.

He became aware of Alucard and Sypha kissing each other over his shoulder once he had managed and watched mesmerized for a moment. Fuck, he could definitely get used to this. Still, he whined: “I’m feeling a bit left out here,” without meaning it.

Both their eyes fell on him and swallowing became a challenge. Then Alucard surged his lips and kissed him thoroughly. It was less gentle, while more careful than Sypha’s kiss as Alucard watched out for his fangs to Trevor’s disappointment. Yet, it was equally mind blowing.

Once he had resurfaced again, it took him a moment once more. He was still being wrapped up in both of them and his heart felt so much lighter than it had before.

“I know we should probably talk way more about this, but I do want to note that I have excellent stamina to back up my muscles.”

Both of them groaned and he grinned to his little victory.

Yeah, he could get used to this.

A/N:

Fun fact, my sister once fell asleep with her nose between her knees, because she is slightly insane, I feel personally. So, actually based in fact, lmao

Also, I swear this was supposed to be lighthearted, but then I was writing the last part from Trevor’s POV, because I thought it would be funny and he just wouldn’t allow himself nice things no matter how I tried to push him. So angst it is, very in character, sadly.

Btw, im really proud of that title ngl

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